The Coroner (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - The Fisherman's Tale - full transcript

Wealthy restaurateur Peter Bradshaw is shot by a sniper whilst launching his latest eaterie and his wife tells Jane that he was in receipt of death threats. Arrogant Scotland Yard inspector Ben Marshall takes over the case, to the annoyance of Davey, and surmises that the victim was killed by an international terror organization. Jane and Davey however use their local knowledge to identify the sniper but must then establish who paid them to kill Peter.

Have you had any thoughts
about what you'd like to do?

For our 20th?

Whatever you want is fine by me.

Oh, Peter, you need to fix that tie.

It's supposed to
hide the top button.

The press will be there, remember.

And I expect there'll
be quite a crowd.

You love that, don't you?

There you are. Much better.

Can we get a move on, please?

Oh, I don't know what
all the fuss is about.

Not like you haven't
seen the guy before.

Yeah, come on.


Oh, I'm so sorry.

Leave it. Come on,
I'll buy you another one.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

I think we should have a
small party at the house

on our actual anniversary
with just a few friends...

but we also need something
much more high profile.

So I'm thinking,
maybe a gala dinner?

Invite businesspeople,

see if we can't get
a couple of celebrities

and we'll send out
a press statement,

I bet they'll be all over it.


Good turnout, eh?


I was really ready for that
ice cream. Only got one lick.

Look, here he comes!


I told you there'd be a good crowd.

You must be pleased.

It's you they're here for.



Oh, no.

He's got Cruella de Vil with him.

I like her dress.

Hey, PB.

Hey, Mick. How you doing?
Good to see you.

Well, hello, hello, thank you.

This is a big day for us.

PB's -

that's me up there, by the way -

has launched restaurants,

well, all over the west coast

but this one, here...

Well, it's very special to us

because it was our first.

Re-launching a restaurant is...

Well, it's like coming home.

My dad was a trawlerman

and he used to say, "Son..."

He never could remember my name.

He'd say, "Fishermen are a family.

"We need each other.

"Look out for each other."

And that's what PB's is all about.

We're a family.

I would now like to hand over
to my lovely first wife,

I call her that to
keep her on her toes,

to cut the ribbon

and declare this restaurant open.



Come here.


One minute, he was laughing and
joking - the next, it was terrible.

It was terrible.

Mum, drink this.

His poor wife.

She's not the one with a
bullet in her head, is she?

Mick! What? My mum's upset.

She's upset? He was MY mate.

You hardly knew him.

We went to the same school together.

Yeah, he married money
but he never forgot his roots.

Used to pop in here and play pool.

Once in a blue moon.

Will you two stop niggling?
Look, you've both had a shock.

Shh, turn it up.

A long-range shot.

Now, obviously, we're pursuing
a number of lines of inquiry

but, from the evidence so far,

we believe Peter Bradshaw
was targeted

by a highly trained professional.

Thank you.



Just like Jackie Kennedy.

Who's Jackie Kennedy?
Is she a relative?

You frighten me sometimes.

GP notes.

He was diagnosed with depression

and was on a prescription -
Mirtazapine and Amitriptyline.

Poor man. He was
obviously very unhappy.


Come in.

Mick, can I help you?

You got a minute?

Actually, I'm rather busy.

Look, you and me,
I know there's no love lost.

You've got that right.

I'm here about PB.

Ah! Here was me thinking
you were here about my mum.

Your mum? Yeah, she's fine,
by the way. Thanks for asking.

She's a tough old bird.

How well did you know him?

I know he wasn't happy.

When did you last see him?

A couple of weeks ago.

He was in the pub
with some bloke. Who?

No idea. But something wasn't right.

Any idea what?

If you ask me, that wife of
his kept him on a short leash.

You think every married
man is on a short leash.

That marriage was well dodgy.

You want my advice,
start looking there.

I know how to do my job, Mick.


Excuse me.

Jane Kennedy.

Yes, I did get the report.
Thank you.

Hold on one second.


Mrs Bradshaw,

I'm Jane Kennedy, the coroner.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I've already been over
everything with the police.

I'm not the police.

I just want to get the truth,
for your husband's sake.

It won't bring him back, will it?

It's natural to feel angry.

How do you expect me to feel?

We were happily married
for 20 years.

According to his GP,
he was on antidepressants.

Did you know?

Of course I knew. We had no secrets.

He suffered from depression,
so what?

The impression I have is,

Peter was very well liked but...

do you know if he had any enemies?

Where shall I start?

The green-eyed monsters?

The business rivals?

Or the lunatics that
were making death threats?

He'd had death threats?

Sorry to disturb you
again, Mrs Bradshaw.

I just wondered...

Oh, hello.

I wondered if you could
clear something up. What?

Found this in your husband's
papers. It's a payment,

for a rather large amount,
to a Jason Alexander.



Pink diamonds.

For me.

For our wedding anniversary.

Next month.

I think she's holding
something back.

She's not the only one.

Found Peter Bradshaw's mobile
phone hidden in his desk.

The call history's been wiped.

She said they had no secrets.

Yeah, right.

She tell you anything else?

She said he'd had death threats.
Yeah. Anonymous phone calls,

people saying he
didn't deserve to live.

There's nothing concrete though.
No demands.

They just upped their
security and carried on.

Listen, do you think you can
get anything else out of her?

What? More than you, you mean?

Oh, come on.

Help me out here, Calamity, please.

So, why would Peter Bradshaw
be targeted?

So, you saw me on the TV last night?


You scrub up well.

Well, like I said,

on the television,

whoever he is, he's a real pro.

Ballistics traced the shot to
a church tower across the water

but there's no evidence
there, though.

Apart from a trace of ice cream,
where he must've stood.

Mick said something
about him marrying money.

Yeah, it was her business.

He was bankrupt so he was
disqualified from being a director.


Hello, Sylvie, love.

No, that's all right, go on.

Oh, right. OK. I'm on my way.

Listen, something's come up,
I've got to go.

Swing by the station later,
all right? I'll fill you in.

Will you look where you're going?

I'm so sorry. Oh, gosh.

It's all right.

Can I buy you another one?

I don't think so.

This is a very expensive suit.

No, I meant another coffee.

No time. I better go and clean up.

Sorry. Cheers.

Am I in the right station?
Right, walk with me.

Love the suit. Can't even
smell the mothballs.

You must be getting a cold.

I'm fronting a press conference. Oh?

PB's is a huge business

but they're seriously overfishing.

So, they export
everything to Thailand

where it's processed and
frozen by very cheap,

some would say child labour.

It's really dodgy stuff.

But so are a lot of big companies,
so why would he be targeted?

Well, we don't know.

Could be that he's
just first on the list.

International activist group,
eco-warriors, Thai business rivals,

take your pick. I'm working
with Scotland Yard on this one

so you'll have to take a back-seat -
but feel free to come and watch.

Wait a minute.


Quiet now, please, everyone.

Take your seats.

Take a seat.

Hello, everyone.

I'm Detective Inspector Ben Marshall
from Scotland Yard.

I'm going to be working closely
with South Dart Police on this case.

I ask you to please understand this
is a high security investigation

and I won't be answering
any specific questions.

We believe that Peter Bradshaw
was targeted by an organised group

and the public, at large,
is not at risk.

Excuse me. Sorry,
I said no questions.

As yet, no group has
claimed responsibility.

They might go straight to you guys.

In which case,
you ask for a password

and you contact me immediately.
Everyone got that?

Great. OK, folks.
Well, thanks very much.

I believe there are some
refreshments in the next room

so, please help yourselves.

Sorry, this is my investigation,

my press conference.

Sergeant Higgins? That's right.

I respect this is your gig

but, when it comes to
international police work,

best to leave it to the experts, OK?

I'm bringing in a media officer.

A Holmes team and an
Interpol liaison officer.

Now, aren't you
going to introduce us?

Oh, Jane Kennedy, coroner.

Well, Jane Kennedy, coroner,

you can buy me that cappuccino now.

DI Marshall.

OK, tell them I'll be right there.

Ballistics expert's just arrived.

I'll take a raincheck
on that coffee.

Davey's got Scotland Yard
and Interpol involved.

He thinks it's to do with
his business methods abroad.

Well, he's wrong.

It's his personal life -

but if Davey boy's getting
his rocks off

hanging out with Interpol...

Well, I guess that just leaves you.

All right, Mick?

You said something about his wife
keeping him on a short leash.

What did you mean?

Well, that business
came from her family.

She controlled the money, and him.

PB told you this?

He didn't have to.

One time, he bailed me out.

Ten grand, he lent me.

Peanuts to the likes of them

but she came down and told me
not to ask PB for help any more.

Reckoned that he was
a bit of a soft touch

and I was a flyboy.

Yeah, OK, I done a bit of ducking
and diving in my time

but that cow... OK, point taken.

Do you think he was faithful to her?

How would I know?

I'm just asking.

Why? You think I set
him up with some girls?

Is what you're getting at?

I'm trying to help.

By raking up dirt?

You're unbelievable.

Why do you put up with that oaf?

Mostly for the sex.

Oh, Mum.

What did you make of PB?

I never said more
than two words to him.

I'm sorry, love, I wish I could
remember something useful for you,

but I can't.

Oh! Mmm.

I just love this stuff.

On the way to PB's,
I had a lovely big cone.

Mick was in such a hurry
to get there,

he made me drop it on
some poor guy's shoe

and I felt really... Ow!


Try and remember,
Judith, love, please.

He'd on a black T-shirt, I think.

And sunglasses, didn't he, Mick?

I don't know.
I never really looked at the guy.

You saying that was him?

Well, that's what I'm
trying to find out, yeah.

How tall was he? My height?
Mick's height?

Average, I think.

And he had a hat -

a baseball cap.


I never really looked at him,

I was too busy looking at his shoe.

It was black.

I saw him and I did nothing.

I think I'm going to be sick.

Oh, Mick, don't. Judith!

Judith! Judith!

Briefing room. Ten minutes.

Count me out.

I've got a Skype call
with the Garda Siochana.

That's the Irish
national crime agency...

Yeah, I know who they are.

What is their
connection to the case?

Quite possibly none.

I'm speaking to national crime
agencies all over the world.

Hi, Annette.

It's going to be another
late one, I'm afraid, love.

No, I don't know when.

No, no, no, I'll get
something from the canteen.

No, don't wait up.

All right, night then.


So, fishing's in your blood?

That's right. My father
was a trawlerman

and his father before him.

But you joined the Army?

I had three great years.

I made some good mates.

In fact, I think there's
a reunion in a couple of months.

Why did you leave?

I met my wife while
I was home on leave.

I think it was the
uniform that did it.

You still got it?


Sorry, what was the question again?

Let's move on.

From humble origins, you now
have a successful fishing company

and a chain of restaurants
all over the Devon coastline.

We do indeed.

You're quoted as saying,
"We support local industry

"and have brought hundreds
of jobs to the community."

That's correct. Then why do you ship
your fish to Thailand

to be gutted and frozen?

Well, I mean, in these modern times,

you have to think
globally as well as locally.

So, are you thinking
globally or locally

when you deplete the sea
of its natural resources...

We're struggling to meet the
demands... ..and pollute the oceans?

..and keep prices down.
So, you employ cheap labour?

As I said... Slave labour?
No. Child labour?

What? No.

No, absolutely not.

I strongly deny that.

Yes, we have factories in Thailand,

but I'm not involved in the
day-to-day running of...

But I will look into it.

I will. I will certainly do that.

So, what do you think?

Doesn't tell us anything
we don't already know, does it?

I know that. Still, it's better than
the old bird with an ice cream cone.

The chances are that
"old bird with the ice cream cone"

may have seen the killer that day.
So what?

He'd have been on a plane within
a couple of hours of the shooting.

You can't say that. For all
we know, he could still be here.

Listen, Dave.

There are two kinds of hit men.

The local thug, who'll knock
somebody off for 100 quid,

and the real pro, who can name his
price and works all over the world -

like our guy.

We're working at an international

looking for patterns,


MOs of known assassins.

Not the kind of door-to-door,

good cop/bad cop
scene you're used to.

No-one's claimed responsibility
yet though, have they?


And have you managed to
establish any "patterns"

that would suggest a known assassin?

Not yet, no. No.

No leads from the Garda Siochana?

Or any of the other
international crime agencies?

Not yet.

No. Well, let me know when you do.

And let me remind you that
it is the local police

that are in charge
of this investigation.

Dave, actually, there is

one bit of local knowledge
that would be really helpful.

Yeah. What's that? That hot coroner.
Is she available?

I will look into it.

I will. I certainly will do that.

And Ben Marshall dismissed this?

Yeah. Mr Big Shot from the Met.

This is huge. You think so?

These guys are flirting.

Oh, come on. You got my hopes up
for a minute.

No, seriously, look, I'll show you.

Have you still got it?


Sorry, what was the question again?

Mick, is this the
guy you saw with PB?


But you knew he was gay?

Mick, you're not helping
by holding things back.

What difference does it make?

Well, I think it would
make a difference to his wife.

Is this a bad time?

I was just...sorting
through my husband's things

to send to charity.

How dare this young man harass
my husband like this?

Do you know him? No, I do not.

So, you've never
seen him before? No.

Why did you show me this?

I'm sorry if it upset you

but your husband
rarely gave interviews.

Why do you think
he agreed to this one?

You'd have to ask him that.

Oh, but you can't, can you?

On account of him being dead.

Your husband said something
about an Army reunion.

What? In the interview.
Do you know if he went?

Why would he?

He was in the Army for five minutes.

He has nothing in common
with these people. Nothing.

You've got a visitor.

So, this is where you hang out?

I see you got the stain out.

Thought you'd be pleased.

Will you let me pay
for the dry cleaning?

Only if you let me
take you out for dinner.

Well, I... Give me your phone.

What for? Just give me your phone.

Let's do it tonight, OK?


Now I've got your number.

I'll make a reservation
and get back to you.

See you later.


You're not really going
to go out with him, are you?

Clint! What?

See what you can find out

about a recent reunion
for PB's old regiment.

OK, but do you still want this?

Want what? This.

The interview guy.


It should never have been online.

It was the camera guy.

I'm furious about it.

I promised Peter it was
for academic purposes only.

It was part of my PhD research.

And now, this.

Sorry, I still can't
take in what's happened.

You and Peter were close?

They're saying it was some kind
of activist group or something?

That's one line of inquiry.
The police were asking me

if I was involved with any
radical political organisations.

I'm not the police, Michael.
I won't ask you that.

Like I would set Peter up.

I never showed that interview
to anyone apart from my supervisor.

Oh, wow!


Cool. Do you mind if I...? Yeah.

Oh, mate.

Oh, Miles Davis.

You like Miles Davis?

The guy who invented cool?

Don't you think he
sounds better on vinyl?

Don't you think everything
sounds better on vinyl?


Sorry. Where were we?

Were you and Peter close?

We were, actually.

We became friends.

Watching you together, I thought,
perhaps, you were more than friends.

Maybe, but...

I never set out to come
between him and his wife.

Did you know her?

I met her once. I came by
the office and she was there.

She asked Peter to introduce us.

She seemed a perfectly
nice woman. Why?

I think there's more
you're not telling me.

If there is, I can't see
how it could help Peter.

It might help tell someone.

This must be a very hard
time for you right now.

I loved Peter, I really did,

but I wasn't in love with him.

I wish I could've been,
but I just wasn't.

But he was in love with you?

I didn't mean for it to happen but,

yeah, he left his wife.

He wanted us to live together -
to be together but...

But I never meant things
to go that far, so I ended it.

And he went back to his wife?

I think it was the best
thing for both of them.

Look, there's no reason for
anyone to know this, is there?

I mean, like, that
woman's lost her husband.

At least let her keep her pride.

So there's the guy with
a knife in his chest, yeah?

Blood everywhere,

and this singing, so we follow it

and there's another guy,

on a bed, blind drunk,

completely covered in blood

and guess what he was singing?

No idea.

♪ I did it my way. ♪


So, what kind of person
becomes a sniper?

You mean outside the forces?

I mean, that could kill a
total stranger in cold blood.

It's a job.

He's not thinking about the person,

he's thinking about wind speed,

movement of target,

means of escape.

And we can tell - from things
like where the shot was fired,

distance, accuracy, bullet fall -

how well trained the sniper
is and maybe even who.

In this case?

No idea. Brick wall, I'm afraid.

So, Jane Kennedy, I hear
you've just moved back to the area.

Yeah, that's right.

I'm living with my mum.

Oh, must be a bit
awkward for the love life.

Well, not really, I'm not actually...

Well, as luck would have it,

my hotel is very close

and I have a rather nice room.

So how about we finish...


Hi, Mum, is everything all right?

It's me.

Are you OK?

Listen, I got the info
on that Army reunion...

and some pictures.

No, it's all right. Try not to worry,
I'm on my way home.


My mum's had a fall. I've got to go.
I'm sorry. I'll drive you.

No, no. I have the car.
Finish your dinner. Sorry.


Jane, is that you?


I wasn't expecting you till later.

I don't believe this.
What if Beth had walked in?

She's at a sleepover, remember?

Oh, yeah. I forgot.

What happened to your date?

It wasn't a date.

It was just, you know...

Oh, don't say he followed me.

Mum, just go back in the
room and stay there.

All right, with pleasure.

What are you doing here? You OK?

You were weird on the phone.

Oh, yeah, sorry about that. Come in.

It was just a...

Escape call?

Yeah. Good timing. Thanks, Clint.
That bad, was it?

Are those the photos?
Yeah, here they are.

Mick, can you just come down
here a minute, please?

Come in.

Can you look at these and
tell me if you recognise any of them?



That's the guy I saw him with.

Are you sure?

Dead sure. Great.

Clint, see what you
can find out about him.


I'm on it. Thanks.

Sorry, mate. Cheers.

All right.


Hey. Take a look at this.

Brian Digsby, AKA Digger.

He's got a boat repair shop
over in Lansdowne Bay.

Mick said he saw PB talking to him

in the Black Dog a few weeks ago,

said it looked pretty serious.

I thought I saw you come in.


Shame dinner was cut short
last night. I know. I'm sorry.

We'll have to fix up a re-match.

Can we talk about this later?

Certainly can.

Can't believe you went
out with that pillock.

Will you stop going on about it?

What did you see in him? His charm?
His personality? His good looks?

I wouldn't say he's good looking.
Oh, he is. You ask him.


Brian Digsby?


What? Brian Digsby?

Digger. Yes?

I'm Jane Kennedy.

I'm the coroner for Peter Bradshaw.
This is Detective Sergeant Higgins.

Sorry. I just need to finish this.

We understand you were a
friend of Peter Bradshaw's.

Not really.

We were in the Army together,
way back.

But you saw him recently?

That's right.

Can you tell us anything about him?

Like what?

How did he seem to you?


I meant his state of mind.

Last time you saw him,

did he confide anything in you?

Like what? This is a murder inquiry,
my friend.

At least have the decency to come
down here and speak to us, please.

Thank you.

Now, you were seen together
in the Black Dog,

having a serious discussion.
About what?

My wife died last year.

We were talking about that.

I'm sorry.

How long were you in the Army?

15 years.

And then?

Lived abroad.

Had a boatyard in Angola.

I came back here
when my wife died.

Why? Where were you on the 14th,
between 10 and 12?

The 14th?


It was the day PB was shot.

In hospital.

Acute coronary syndrome.

I saw it on the news,

in the ward.

It's a terrible business.

Well, that was a
waste of time, wasn't it?

Like you'd go for a drink with
someone you're about to bump off.

You might do, cos you'd have
to get to know him, his routines.

OK, so you're an expert
on snipers now,

since you been hanging
out with Ben Marshall?

I think Brian Digsby's
holding something back.

What? You always say that.

And I have to tell you, it's
not helpful. Oh, excuse me.

Maybe if you'd some idea about
what's being held back...

..that would be worth saying.

Hello? Yeah.

How much?

Yeah, all right, OK.

When was this?

All right, I'm on my way.

I've had someone look
into Joy Bradshaw's finances.

Is that legal?

I call it the Ways and Means Act.

Four weeks before her
husband was killed,

she withdrew ã100,000 in cash.

Hold on. Don't start
jumping to conclusions.

I won't. Just because you're
desperate to get... Get what?

Get a break in this case.
Please don't overreact. I won't.

Promise me. I won't.

I'll ask you again,
what was the money for?

I refuse to answer that.

Quite convenient for you,
wasn't it, Mrs Bradshaw,

your husband's death?

Your marriage is a sham. He's gay.

He's having an affair.

You're this high up in
dodgy business practices -

but, with him out of the way,
all your problems are solved.

This is outrageous. Really, you
think so?

A woman in your position?
Money, connections.

I'd have thought paying
someone to do your dirty work

is just par for the course.
Mrs Bradshaw, I'm so sorry.

Imogen? What took you so long?

This is Imogen Beaton,
Mrs Bradshaw's solicitor.

If you'd like to wait in my
office, I'll be with you shortly.

Could you organise some coffee,

What do you think you're doing?
Don't thank me. What for?

Stopping this fiasco
while you've still got a job.

Now, you listen to me, Marshall.

And you listen to me,

that woman is so well connected,
she could end your career like that.

Or what's left of it, Sergeant.

Mrs Bradshaw.
What are you doing here?

If you must know,

I've been hauled into this
station like a common criminal.

That must have been
difficult for you.

Can you tell me when
this will be over...

so I can bury my husband
with some dignity?

I don't know. We're all
very keen to resolve it.

Oh, please.

You're all loving it.

Getting to see how
the other half live.

Why did you lie to me
about knowing Michael Larkin?

Why do you think?

To protect my husband's memory.

So, he made a mistake,

but we were back together,
stronger than ever.

The money you withdrew before
he was killed? ã100,000.

What was it for? I don't
have to explain myself.

Under the circumstances,
I'm afraid you do.

It's a very large sum of money.

To you, maybe.

To me, it's a
day's shopping in Paris.

A day's shopping in Paris?

Nice. If that rich bitch thinks...

You promised you wouldn't overreact.
..her money can protect her.

Bringing a suspect in for
questioning is not overreacting.

For all the good it's done you.
Joy Bradshaw has clammed up

and you're no further forward in the
case. Well, neither's Ben Marshall.

And you're pleased about that?
This is my investigation.

He's been undermining me
every chance he can get.

It's not fair. How old are you, 12?

You didn't hear the way
he spoke to me. Get over it.

Oh, right, I should've known you'd
take his side. It's not about sides.

I've got a job to do.

A deeply unhappy man has been
killed and I want to know why.

And I don't? I didn't say that.
No, there's a lot you don't say.

Not interrupting anything, am I?

No, we're done here.

Maybe you should stay here
and I storm out.

Am I missing something?


How's your mum? Fine, why?

So she wasn't badly hurt?


When she fell?

Yes. No, she wasn't.

I mean, hurt. She wasn't badly hurt.

Bit of advice.

It's a good idea to keep
track of the lies you tell.

I'm sorry, Ben.

Thing is, I'm just
out of a relationship

and I'm nowhere near ready
to get involved with anyone.


I was only after a bit of fun.

Your loss.

JANE: People are getting at
each other's throats.

Nobody's getting anywhere and
I don't know what my next move is.

You know, my dad was a trawlerman.

He was a rotten husband,
a rotten dad,

but he loved his fellow fishermen.

What happened to you, Peter?

You ended up with a huge company
you had no control over.

Someone wanted you dead.

I don't know who,
I don't know why.

I'm sorry I can't help you.

Hello, this is DS Higgins
from South Dart Constabulary.

I was just wondering if you could
have someone call me back

through the switchboard
please, if that's possible?

Yeah. It doesn't matter how late,
it's very important.

All right, much obliged.

MUSIC: Shine On You Crazy Diamond
by Pink Floyd

# Now there's a look in your eye

# Like black holes in the sky

# Shine on, you crazy diamond

♪ You were caught... ♪

If you could send me a secure link,
that would be very helpful.

Great, lovely. Thank you,
and thanks for getting back.

All right, goodnight.


Nice one.

You come to apologise?

You first.

Listen, you'll never guess...
Did we ever find those diamonds? Eh?

The ones PB bought
before he was killed.

Joy was searching for...
It's not important. Look at this.

You know you said Digger
was holding something back?

So you do listen to me then?

Come and have a look at this.

I've checked his Army records.

He's had specialist training.


Experienced in the field.

The only thing is,
his alibi checks out.

Hold on, let's think about this.

Hello. Can you put me through to
the coronary care unit, please?

I've told you everything.

No, not quite.

You see, that discussion you had

with Peter Bradshaw
in the Black Dog,

a witness has come forward.

You were overheard.

It's just talk.

I checked your Army records.

So? You were a highly
trained soldier.

I was, in my time.

How's your heart?

Fine, thank you.

Got a check-up in three months.

You want to see the card?

Can't be too careful with hearts.

Just mention chest pains
and they'll admit you for tests.

Thing is, once you get there,
they dump you in a ward

and you can hang around
for the rest of the day.

No-one would know if
you slipped out for an hour.

In fact, we checked. You could've.

The shooting, itself, would
only take a few seconds...

..for an experienced sniper.

Ex-soldier turned rogue.


Well, that's a nice little
story you've got there.

Shame you don't have
a scrap of evidence.

OK. Come on, let's go.

Nice talking to you.


So he's lying there,

covered in blood, blind drunk.

You'll never guess
what he was singing.

♪ I did it my way. ♪

Remember that "old bird
with the ice cream cone"?

Is that the best you can do?

No. He is.

I'll ask you again.

Who ordered the hit
on Peter Bradshaw?

We can place you at the exact
spot the shot was fired from.

You have the expertise

and your alibi's fallen through.

You're going away
for a long time, mate.

Now, you could make it shorter
if you tell us who paid you.

Davey, we're just here to
give her the information.

Not accuse her. I won't
accuse her of anything.

The Ways and Means Act, remember?

I'll tell her Digger talked, see
what she's got to say about that.

You've got some nerve coming here!

I have nothing to
say to you. Nothing.

Oh, you might want to
think about that.

Leave me alone. Go on, get out.

I said, go. Now!

You got a hearing problem?

I would go but I
can't leave things like this.

It was a mistake coming here.

I just wanted to pay my respects.

I'm the last person you
want to see right now.

I should've realised.

I'm so sorry. I'll go.
Stay where you are.

Arrest him. For what?

Poor thing, she's all mixed up.
Oh, shut up. Just shut up.

It's over, all right?

You want the truth,
I'll give you the truth.

She's all mixed up.
This is too much stress.

He's come here threatening me.

He says he'll do a kiss and tell
about himself and Peter.

That's not what I said at all.

She's upset. She's looking
for someone to blame.

You're not getting
another penny out of me.

"Another" penny?

It's not important.

We'll be the judge of that.
Look, she approached me.

It was her idea.

To do what?

Come on, we can do this
here or down the station.

She paid me, all right?

To do what?

To leave Peter.

Oh, come on, that's pathetic.

Is this true?

I did it for my husband.

To get him out of his clutches.

So you could get your
claws back in, you mean.

You were only ever interested in
his money. Your money, you mean?

That's how she controlled him.

Said she'd leave him without a penny
if they split up

and he still chose me. He loved me.

What would you know about love?

You cheap little rent boy!

If I am, Peter couldn't
get enough of me.

He wept when he knew I was leaving.

You should've heard him beg.


You're a dried up old hag.

You made his skin crawl.

He's better off dead than stuck
with you for the rest of his life.


That's it. That's...

It was you.

You two... You drove him to it.

You broke his heart and you
sucked the life out of him.

Peter Bradshaw ordered
the murder on himself.

That's ridiculous.

Well, we'll know soon enough.

We have the gunman down the station,
which is where we're going now.

I'm arresting you for
suspicion of blackmail.

You don't have to say anything but
it may harm your defence

if you do not mention,
when questioned,

something you later
rely on in court.

Those pink diamonds
you were looking for,

I think we'll find your husband
used them to pay his killer.

You've had a shock.

I'll get the maid
to make you some tea.

So, he took a contract
out on himself?

I know it's surprising.

Not really, when you think about it.

Told you, didn't I?


That wife of his made
his life a misery.

I pointed you in
the right direction.

All rise for Her Majesty's Coroner.