Murder in Mind (2001–2003): Season 2, Episode 4 - Swan Song - full transcript

# Now you say you're lonely

# You cry the long night through

# Well, you can cry me a river

# Cry me a river

# I cried a river over you

# Now you say you're sorry

# For being so untrue

# Well, you can cry me a river

# Cry me a river

# Oh, I cried a river over you

# You drove me
Nearly drove me out of my head



# While you never shed a tear

# Remember?
I remember all that you said

# Told me love was too plebeian

# Told me you were through with me

# And now you say you love me

# Just to prove you do

# Well, come on and cry me a river

# Yeah, cry me a river

# I cried a river over you #

Derek, it's me.

No, it was good tonight.

Ray's asked me to do another set.

Yeah, I know, but you know Ray.

I can't keep making excuses.



One day he'll show up at the club
and what are we gonna do then?

- He don't deserve you.
- Yeah.

Well, he's got me
and there's not much I can do about it.

You could leave him.

- I've got to go.
- Why?

- Is there someone else?
- Of course there is. I'm married to him.

It's only been a couple of months.

Just give me time.

When will I see you again? Not here. Properly.

Tomorrow.
He's going to Scotland, some sales thing.

- What time is it?
- Late. Go back to sleep.

Good night last night, was it?

- What was the audience, double figures?
- Leave it out, Derek.

It's a dump.
I don't know why you waste your time.

Because it's my time and I enjoy it.

There was a time when you were behind me.

- We don't need the money.
- I don't do it for the money.

It's not even a decent club. It's crap.

Leave me alone.

- Morning, Harry.
- Morning, Mr. Stevensby.

- Are you going to get the coffees in, son?
- Yeah.

- Morning, Mr. Stevensby.
- Hello.

- Good morning, Derek.
- Morning. Five minutes, Vicki.

- Any word from Core Phone?
- I'm still chasing them.

Don't chase them, find them!

Yep. Oh, put her through.

Hi.

Yeah, I'll see you at the airport.

I've told her I've got
a business meeting in Glasgow.

Yeah... me too.

Listen, I can't talk now.
Yeah, I'll see you there, then. Bye.

- There you go, mate.
- Ta.

- I owe you one. See you later.
- Yeah.

- You all right?
- Yeah, fine.

- What's wrong?
- I'm sorry.

What's the matter? What've you done?

It's just a bruise.

Look.

- Did he do this to you?
- It doesn't matter, really.

Of course it matters!

- He's never hit you before.
- Never left marks before.

- Just leave him.
- We've been through all this, Mark.

He'd take everything. I'd be left with nothing.

- You get half, that's the law.
- You don't know Derek.

He's got fancy accountants and tax-avoidance
schemes. It's all he goes on about.

He can just vanish and the money goes with him.

- And the house?
- It's not ours.

It belongs to the company. We rent it.

And the office building, there's
a holding company for that somewhere, too.

Sod the money. Leave him anyway.

And then what am I going to do?

Are you going to look after me?
Two of us in a rented bedsit above a pub.

Would you live with me?

Of course.

- So leave him.
- No.

There's got to be another way.

Last night, we got into a terrible row.

He'd been drinking.

And...

He started knocking me about.

I... actually thought to myself,

"Just stick a knife in him."

Say it was self-defence.

- What did you row about?
- What does it matter?

He likes throwing his weight around.

He likes hurting me.

If he was gone, you and I would have
all the money we'd ever need.

We'd have a life.

But I couldn't do it.

I couldn't kill anyone.

I could.

Do you really mean that?
Do you think you could kill someone?

Yeah... Yeah.

If that's what you want. If it's the only way.

- Nobody knows about you.
- What do you mean?

You and me.

You're Mr. Invisible.

If Derek was murdered,
nobody would think of you.

- You've got no reason.
- You're my reason.

I know that but nobody else does.

- You haven't told anybody about us?
- Don't be silly.

If Derek found out, he'd destroy me.

I'll have to get him when no one's around.
When he's on his own.

- He's never on his own.
- No, no, no, no, no.

There's a place where he parks his car,
just down the road from the office.

I could do it there.

You'd be at the club singing.

- You get coppers in sometimes, don't you?
- Yeah, there's a station down the road.

Good. We'll use a few of them as witnesses.

No one's going to bother about me.

I like that... Mr. Invisible.

Hi, Tara. You've got a letter.

- Delivered here? When?
- I don't know. You've just reminded me.

Probably last Christmas, then! Thanks a lot, Ray!

You seeing someone on the sly?

- What makes you say that?
- The letter delivered here. A billet-doux.

- A love letter!
- I don't think so.

# .. but don't say goodbye

# I didn't mean to treat you bad

# I didn't know just what I had

# But, honey, now I do

# And don't it make my brown eyes blue?

# Say it isn't true

# And don't it make my brown eyes

# Don't it make my brown eyes

# Don't it make my brown eyes... #

What's this? Are we celebrating?

- That's exactly what we're doing.
- So what's happened?

- I got a letter.
- From?

- Euan Davis.
- No... sorry.

- He's an agent.
- And?

He wants to see me.

- That's good.
- You could sound more pleased.

Well, I thought we'd seen all the agents.

We've seen some of them, yeah.

- What's he going to do for you?
- Derek.

Please, stop. I don't understand this.

- Will you just look around, hm?
- What do you mean?

We've got money, lots of money.
You don't have to go through this.

- You don't have to work.
- It isn't work. I enjoy it.

This is how we met. Remember?
You wanted to help me once.

Mm. I did help you.

I paid for the demos, makeovers,
singing lessons, publicity photos.

I even paid for that bloody album of yours
and how many did you sell? 14?

You saw the agents, they gave you the brush-off.

You are a second-rate singer...

in a third-rate club.

- Live with it.
- I thought you'd be pleased.

- Why would I be pleased?
- For me. This is my dream.

Here's to your dream.

I'll do it.

I said I'll do it.

What time's your audition?

- Tuesday, six o'clock.
- Perfect.

That's what time he finishes work.
You'll be in the club singing.

- How will you do it?
- I don't know. It's got to look like an accident.

- An accident?
- Yeah, a mugging or something.

- Break one of the windows of his car.
- Why?

They had a couple of break-ins
in the car park last month.

Derek would lose it completely if he ever
caught someone trying to break into his car.

Could make it look like a fight.

The whole thing could just be a fight
that's got out of control.

Yeah.

Pass me my purse. It's in my bag.

This is Ray's mobile number, Ray at the club.
He never even turns it on.

I could use it to pick up messages.

If you need to contact me...
ring me on that number.

I just don't want anything to go wrong.

Nothing's going to go wrong.

I love you, you know that.

- Finally heard from Eternity.
- Eh?

The health club. I'm getting us joint membership.

Great. Don't tell me, I'm paying for that too?

Don't say you don't need it.
You're getting a belly.

Here, it's a standing order.

And registration. Just there.

- Lovely.
- Thanks.

So are you going to wish me luck?

It's my audition today.
"Break a leg," you're supposed to say.

Good luck.

Thank you.

I know, madam, but you're through
to Reception. I'll try to connect you.

- There you are, Derek. I'll be off now.
- Of course.

- Vicki?
- Yes?

- Do you think I've put on weight?
- No.

- OK, goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- Euan Davis. How do you do?
- Hi. Tara Stevensby.

- I've heard good things about you.
- That's very kind.

- D'you fancy a coffee?
- It's a bit late, isn't it?

- I just want one.
- Nah, not for me.

- Cover for me. I'll be two minutes.
- Just a minute. Hold it.

# I can't stand the rain

# Against my window

# Bringing back sweet memories

# Yeah, I can't stand the rain... #

# I just can't stand
I can't stand the rain

# Against my window

# Bringing back sweet memories

# I can't stand the rain

# Against my window

# 'Cause he's not here with me... #

You.

Die!

Bastard!

# But I know you've got some sweet memories

# But like a window

# You ain't got nothing to say...

# I can't stand the rain... #

Blimey, where have you been
for the coffee, Brazil?

- There was a queue.
- Hm.

# I can't stand the rain... #

You'll have to talk to the police, Mrs. Stevensby.

It seems your husband was attacked
on his way to pick up his car.

- His injuries are very extensive.
- Tell me.

He has a fractured skull
and there are certain major injuries to the brain.

We can't risk operating till he stabilises.

- Is he going to die?
- The next 24 hours will be the test.

I'm sorry.

It's me. I'm at the hospital.
I need to see you. He's not dead.

He's got to be dead! I hit him
with a crowbar, for God's sake!

You didn't hit him hard enough.
He's still alive!

- Has he said anything?
- He's unconscious.

- Did he see your face?
- Eh?

I need to know, did he see your face?

- He saw me.
- You.

He opened his eyes.

You bloody fool!

- Get a grip.
- What are we gonna do? You said it'd be easy.

Sh...

He's still unconscious. He ain't gonna
come round, not after what I did to him.

I shouldn't have done it.

But you didn't leave me any choice, Derek.

The truth is I've met someone else.

And I'm in love with him.

The two of us planned all this to get rid of you.

So why don't you just give up and go?

Nurse! Nurse, quickly! Get Crash!

Come with me. We have to give them room.

Come on, now. Come on!

- Mrs. Stevensby?
- Yes.

My name is Detective Chief Superintendent
Garrett. My colleague, DS Shepherd.

Come in.

This must be a very difficult time
for you, Mrs. Stevensby.

But we have to begin our investigation,
and the sooner the better.

Did you find anything? No one's told me anything.

All I know is he was found
in the car park with his Jag.

His car window was broken.

We found a jemmy at the scene.

- A crowbar, which was the murder weapon.
- Oh, God!

- They've had break-ins there before.
- Have they?

Ask them. They had two last month.

If Derek found someone trying to break
into his car, he'd break their neck.

- Funny you should say that.
- Why?

Because we believe that's
what we were meant to think.

Your husband walks to the basement,
sees someone breaking in,

tries to stop him, there's a fight,
your husband gets the worst of it.

- You don't think...
- That's not what happened.

- No. This was premeditated.
- How do you know that?

- The TV camera was painted out.
- I'm sorry?

Closed-circuit TV. They show pictures
in a relay down to the car-park office.

Didn't you get photographs
of whoever it was with the aerosol?

No, they were lucky with the angles.

That and the timing.

We've examined the film but there's nothing.

How did you know
it was an aerosol, Mrs. Stevensby?

- What?
- The paint.

- It could have been applied with a paintbrush.
- I didn't know. I was just...

I was thinking it was like graffiti...

Your husband was a wealthy man,
Mrs. Stevensby?

- Yes.
- Office communications?

- He sold mobile phones.
- Did he have enemies?

He didn't have enemies! He sold mobile phones.
He wasn't the bloody Mafia.

How much money would he have
been carrying yesterday?

?150... Really, I don't know.

He liked to carry some cash, though.

Is this your husband's wallet?

Yes.

You think somebody killed Derek to get this?

- It's empty.
- What?

Driver's licence, credit cards, but no money at all.

Maybe one of... It wouldn't be the first time
one of your lot tried to dip their fingers in.

I don't think that attitude is helpful.

What about your attitude?

My husband hasn't even been buried yet
and here you are practically accusing me.

You don't give us much time to grieve, do you?

- What do you think?
- She knows.

- You shouldn't have rung me.
- You said to call if I needed you.

- Twice already!
- We have to talk.

- The police were round this morning.
- And?

- They think I was involved.
- No. They want to make you feel that way.

- A man dies, they look at the wife.
- They did more than look.

They didn't believe the break-in.
They know it was premeditated.

- How?
- The camera, the paint was still wet.

It doesn't matter what they know.

You've got an alibi
and nothing ties me in with Derek, OK?

They can ask as many questions as they like.
They don't know about me.

- OK.
- OK.

I hope you're right.
Those two are very dangerous.

Garrett, the way he looked at me,
he didn't believe a word I said.

- Garrett?
- Yeah, what about him?

- He was the copper you spoke to?
- Yeah.

Detective Chief Superintendent Garrett. Why?

Oh, shit!

There you go.

How do you know him?

- I did time 'cause of him.
- You've been to prison?

- You never told me anything about that.
- You never asked.

- I'm asking now.
- What do you want to know?

What did you do? Tell me.

- It was robbery, armed robbery.
- I don't believe this.

I wasn't armed. That was the others.

A post office in Willesden, my first offence.

I got three years, out in under two.
I knew nothing about nothing.

Why do you think
I'm in an office as a security guard?

Why do you think I can't do any better for myself?

Tell me about Garrett.

He was the investigating officer.

He was a Detective Sergeant then.

Maybe it's thanks to me
he got his promotion.

I'm sure he's grateful.

He's a cold-blooded bastard.

- I know stories about him you don't wanna know.
- I do want to know.

He's a fascist, a racist, and I tell you,
you don't want to be alone in a room with him.

Quite a one with the ladies, fancies himself.

I heard it said he was on the take.

It would have to be him, wouldn't it?
Talk about sod's law.

So much for Mr. Invisible.
I can't believe Garrett knows you.

- What's going to happen when he sees you?
- He won't.

They'll question the people in the office.

Why should they? It's got nothing to do with them.

Even if he does see me, I'm a thief, not a killer.

As long as no one knows anything about us,
there's no reason why I'd have wanted to do it.

So you say, but I don't know
what to believe any more.

- Is there anything else you haven't told me?
- Nope.

- What about the money?
- What money?

His wallet was emptied.
There was 100 quid in it, maybe more.

- I didn't touch his wallet!
- Are you sure?

- We're going to get caught, Mark.
- No, we ain't.

- Yes, we are.
- Well, you've got nothing to do with it.

I'm the one that done it. You ain't gotta worry.

- I'm still an accessory.
- They've got to prove a lot of things.

- They ain't even close.
- I hope you're right.

I never really spoke to him.

I'm building security.
He's got his own people on the fourth floor.

- There were two of you here when he left?
- Yeah.

- At six?
- Always left at six. Could set your watch by it.

And the name of the other security guard?

- Mark White.
- Mark White?

That's wonderful news, Euan. Yeah, really great.

As soon as I can... OK.

Thank you. Yeah. Bye.

- Want a drink?
- Yeah, why not?

- So... you're off, then?
- Mm-hm.

It was only a matter of time.

I wouldn't stay here myself
if I didn't own the place!

- Euan, did I hear?
- Euan Davis.

He's taking me on.
Wants me to start at a new club next week.

Moving up in the world. I'll miss you.

- Here's to you.
- Cheers.

Funny how things work out.

You moving on so soon
after your husband gets wasted.

- I don't see the connection.
- You wouldn't.

That's what I love about you, Tara.
You're one of the strongest women I've met.

- I can look after myself.
- I hope you can, darling.

I hope you can.

Mrs. Stevensby, can you tell us
where you where yesterday?

- Why do you need to know?
- To eliminate you from our enquiries.

- You can't think I had anything...
- Will you answer the question?

I was at home in the morning, did some shopping,

then I had to go into town, I had an audition.

I was with an agent in a club in the West End
at six o'clock. You can ask him.

We will. Don't worry about that.

How would you describe
your relationship with your husband?

I wouldn't. It's private.

Does the name Alice Seymour
mean anything to you?

- No.
- She works for Office Connect Communications.

- She's in Marketing.
- What about her?

She and your husband were having an affair.

- What?
- Your husband...

Yes, I heard you the first time.

- Haven't you any decency, telling me now?
- You didn't know?

- No.
- Well...

We've spoken to Miss Seymour
and she says that you knew.

She says that your husband
was trying to divorce you.

I have never even met this woman.

And if she was having an affair with him,
then she would say that, wouldn't she?

Derek never mentioned anything to me
about a divorce.

You're saying I killed him, aren't you?

I couldn't have done it. I wasn't anywhere near.

- What was the name of this agent?
- Euan Davis.

Well, well, well, forensic report.

Derek Stevensby's wallet.

- There was a fingerprint. They've found a match.
- Oh, yes?

Oh, yes.

Hello, Mark.

- Do you remember me?
- I remember you.

I remember you, too.

- How well did you know Derek Stevensby?
- He was my boss.

- How well did he know you?
- What are you getting at?

- Did you get on?
- He never even spoke to me. I was just security.

Do you know what?
I find that so difficult to believe.

You know, you, working in security.

- Tell us about the wallet.
- What wallet?

Derek Stevensby's wallet.
It was found at the scene of the crime.

It was empty, but there was
a fingerprint on the outside cover.

- Your fingerprint.
- No. No, that's not possible.

- How much money was there?
- Don't know what you're on about.

I never touched the wallet!
You're lying and you...

Don't call us liars, you scumbag,
or I'll put you away.

You were there, and we've got the wallet.

You better start telling the truth, do you hear?

Now... where were you six o'clock on Tuesday?

I was behind my desk.

- You went out.
- Nope.

- We spoke to Harry.
- Five minutes. I got a coffee, all right?

- You got a coffee.
- Two minutes there and two minutes back.

Is this your thermos flask?

- Where'd you get that?
- It was in your locker. Is it yours?

- What do you want to do?
- Let him go. We haven't got enough to hold him.

- He'll run!
- He's got nowhere to go.

You don't suppose they're in it together,
her and him?

No. What would a lady like that be doing
with a low-life security guard with form?

- Doesn't make sense.
- No sense killing someone to nick their wallet.

- What made you think of it?
- What?

- The thermos. You think he had coffee outside?
- Maybe.

- So what made you think of it?
- Detective work, Detective Superintendent.

This is crazy. I shouldn't be here.

- They know it was me.
- What?

- Garrett knows.
- About us?

- No.
- Then he can't know.

I've been here before.
I know what he's like.

- That bastard Garrett's made up his mind.
- Then why did he let you go?

- How did he get on to you in the first place?
- I don't know.

- There was a fingerprint on the wallet.
- Why did you do that, Mark?

I didn't touch it!

I didn't touch it, I swear to you.

What are we going to do?

I don't know.

Get me a drink.

Thank you.

- You didn't do it. I did it.
- We both did it, Mark.

It doesn't make any difference.
We're both going to go to jail.

You are not gonna go to jail.

I don't care what happens about me,

but I'm not gonna let them
put you in jail, understand?

What's the point of dragging you down with me?

- I'm not gonna let that happen.
- No. It's too late, Tara.

If we both go down, we lose everything.

- If it's just me, you get to keep the money.
- I don't care about the money.

Shepherd!

Give us the torch.

Ah! Oh! All right! All right!

You're nicked.

No, please!

You make me sick, you dirty little...

Resisting arrest.

- If it was the wife...
- It was him.

- No blood on his clothes?
- Good point.

We should get the area
round the office searched.

Maybe he had a change of clothes.

- Maybe he had a cover on and threw it away.
- Sir.

Motive.

Looks like we owe you an apology,
Mrs. Stevensby.

In an investigation of this sort,
there are always questions we have to ask.

Yes, and there are ways of asking them.
You accused me of killing my husband.

- You practically arrested me.
- We didn't arrest you.

We took you in to help with our enquiries.

My husband had been dead less than 24 hours

and you dragged me into that grimy hole
you call a police station.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

- Do you want to issue a complaint?
- No.

So the security guard killed him -
can you tell me why?

The security guard, Mark White, rents a flat.

We found a letter there. I have a copy here.

"Dear Mr. White, in view of the fact
that you lied to this company when recruited,

"concealing the fact you had a criminal record,

"I have no option but to sever your employment
with effect from the end of the month.

"Yours sincerely, Derek Stevensby."

That's Derek's signature.

White had a criminal record.
It came to light and your husband fired him.

- We assume White attacked him out of revenge.
- Revenge?

It seems strange to me that your husband
should have written to White himself.

- Why?
- He was a busy man.

Must have had
a lot of other things to think about.

Derek liked to do everything himself.

- White denies ever receiving the letter.
- I suppose he would.

We'll be releasing your husband's body now.

Once again I'd like to say how sorry I am
for everything you've gone through.

We both would.

Thank you for what you've done.

- Bye.
- Goodbye.

- I don't suppose you knew him, Mark White?
- No, I don't think we ever met.

Goodbye.

- We got away with it.
- We did.

He's quite a one
with the ladies, fancies himself.

You'll be at the club, singing.
You get coppers in sometimes, don't you?

Yeah, now and then.
There's a station down the road.

# And when he comes my way... #

Good. We'll get a few of them as witnesses.
No one's going to bother about me.

# Make him stay... #

Pass me my purse. It's in my bag.

- I didn't touch his wallet!
- Are you sure?

# He'll look at me and smile... #

- Finally heard from Eternity.
- Eh?

The health club. I'm getting us joint membership.

- Great.
- It's a standing order.

And registration.

# I know we both won't say a word... #

The security guard,
Mark White, he rents a flat.

- Get me a drink.
- We found a letter there.

"Dear Mr. White, in view of the fact
you lied to this company when recruited,

"concealing the fact you have a criminal record,

"I have no option but to sever your employment
with effect from the end of the month.

"Yours sincerely, Derek Stevensby."

- That DS, Shepherd, asked a lot of questions.
- Yeah, snotty bitch.

She doesn't know anything.

I'll resign three months from now,
run into you again.

"We met while I was investigating
your husband's unfortunate demise."

Get friendly. Get married. Get rich.

You never said anything about giving up your job.

I won't need to work any more, will I?

- What about Mark?
- What about him?

Hasn't he said anything?

- Of course he hasn't.
- He must know something's up.

I mean, the money, the letter.

- Did you fancy him?
- No.

I did what I had to do. What you told me.

Is that why you beat him up? Were you jealous?

- What was he like in bed, eh?
- Not as good as you.

- If that's what you want to hear.
- Too right.

How can you be sure he won't talk
when he hears the two of us are together?

Don't you worry, darling.
I've got friends on the inside.

Nothing left to chance.

He won't talk.

I gotta go soon.

- Where?
- The club. I've got to be there for six.

- Oh, forget it.
- What?

- Why bother?
- What do you mean?

What I mean is why bother? We didn't go through
all this so you'd go back to the singing.

- You've got the money now.
- It's not about the money. You know that, Mike.

Of course it's about the money.

It's about the money and it's about you and me.

- I gotta go.
- No, you're not going anywhere.

- Listen to me.
- Mike...

- Who do you think you are? Liza Minnelli?
- Let me go.

You're not, and you never were,
and you never will be.

That's all over now. You can forget it.
You've got a new life with me now.

If you think I'm going to let my girl
tart about on stage in some London nightclub,

you've got another think coming.

That's not gonna happen.
You're not doing that any more.

# You ain't got nothin' to say...

# I can't stand the rain... #

# I can't stand the rain #