The Inspector Lynley Mysteries (2001–2008): Season 3, Episode 3 - A Cry for Justice - full transcript

Great. All this way to Oxford
for another pointless course.

I thought diversity would
be right up your street.

Billy, I know racism when I see it.

I don't need lectures and silly role-plays.

It's good to see you again, Havers.

It gives me great pleasure
on behalf of my charity, Raising Hope,

to make this donation
to the St Michael's Hostel

in recognition of the excellent work you do

in helping young homeless people.

- Thank you very much.
- Thank you.

Mr Sanderson,
how far do you think ten grand will go?



Thank you.

How much of the money you raise actually
goes to the homeless, Mr Sanderson?

Doesn't your mum miss you
now you're in Oxford?

A bit. But I take my
washing back at weekends.

She's chuffed for me.

It's a bigger force with better chance
of promotion and...

Shhhh!

"Apparent suicide. 429 Wilton Street."

Wilton Street? That's
just round the corner.

- Shall we check it out?
- What about your train?

- No, I can get a later one.
- But I'm not on duty for another half hour.

We're always on duty,
Billy. Come on, let's go.

- We might have to break in, Billy.
- But I'm still on probation in this force.

Billy!



We're too late.

Suicide.

Name's Morag McNicholl.

Don't touch anything else!

DC Barbara Havers.
Request immediate assistance.

Suspicious death.

A very nice sound.

Here's to us.

Cheers.

I suppose I should start unpacking, really.

Oh, il do it tomorrow.

- Nothing else to do.
- I don't want you lifting anything.

I took early maternity leave
to concentrate on the house.

No.

You took early maternity leave
because you have high blood pressure.

I want you taking it easy
and opening some presents.

Can I see your warrant card?

Now, look at her wrist. You see...

Constable Slaven, why was she
dealing with this when you were here?

- Erm..
- Wait a minute.

Neither of us were on duty and I
am the more experienced officer, so...

It's a local enquiry.
I want you off the premises now.

You stay here.

- Do you live here?
- No. Do you?

- What is your business here?
- You first.

- You know Morag McNicholl?
- Has something happened?

- Are you a relative?
- Are you?

Look, I'm Detective Constable Havers.

Now, what is your connection
with Morag McNicholl?

Red McGuire, The
Chronicle. Suspicious death?

- Get out the way!
- Was it a murder? Any suspects?

Look, back off or I'll do you
for scanning police radio.

Havers. Didn't expect to see you here.

Well, I've been called to see
the Assistant Commissioner. How is he?

Enjoying covering for Webberley,
getting his hands dirty.

Good luck.

You had a very promising career as a DS.

Yes, sir.

But you were demoted
by Chief Superintendent Webberley.

Yes, sir.

Tell me about yesterday.

Um...

Well, I'm sorry if I stepped out of line.
I was only...

I was with Constable Slaven
when we heard the call.

We realised
we were very near to the scene, so...

So you barged in,

took over,

called for assistance despite an officer
from that division already being there.

I didn't mean to stand on anyone's toes.

What made you call for assistance?

Well...

When I saw the victim, something struck me.

The amount of blood on her wrist.

It was as if the same force
had been used on each one.

Well, I just thought...

There's no way she's cut them herself.

The cuts were...

I don't know, just too neat.

- And that's all you had to go on?
- Yes.

Well, no.

Well, it's hard to explain.

Try.

Well, I just had a feeling,
you know, a gut instinct...

.that something wasn't right.

I'm sorry if I overreacted.

No, it was a good call.
It appears Morag McNicholl was murdered.

Sharp blow to the back of the neck consistent
with being struck by a heavy object.

The killer cut her wrists
to make it look like a suicide.

I see.

I've asked Inspector Lynley
to head up the investigation.

That'll please the Oxford squad.

Now, what am I going
to do about you, Havers?

You must be looking forward
to going back to Oxford, sir.

- I'll be commuting.
- Oh, me, too.

I thought your course had finished?

You've not heard the news, then?

- You've been assigned to the case?
- Yeah.

Oh, and I've been reinstated.

Oh, Havers. That is...

- That's...
- I think the phrase you're looking for

is "not before time".

You really don't know
the Crucible Club?

It's owned by Jemma Sanderson,
you know, the model.

Picture of her here with Morag McNicholl.

You should keep up, Sergeant.
Been around for ages.

It is odd, isn't it?

No diary, no address book, nothing.

There must be someone we can contact.

Maybe she didn't have anyone.

- I find that hard to believe.
- What?

A woman living alone?
Why is that hard to believe?

She must have had a purse.

Well, maybe the killer took it.

Sir.

Yes, Sergeant?

You can stop calling me that.

Sorry, Sergeant.

Had a healthy bank
balance. Regular payments.

- Kept her affairs in order.
- Sir.

She was killed by a blow
to the back of the skull.

There's no murder weapon evidence,

so it's possible she just fell
and banged her head.

The killer lifted her into a chair - it must
have been someone strong enough to do that -

and slit her wrists to
make it look like a suicide.

Unfortunately, there's
no prints on the blade.

There's no signs of a forced entry.

So it's possible or even probable
that she knew her assailant.

We know of no family or friends as yet, and
she didn't really mix with the neighbours.

However, the door-to-doors
have come up with this.

A young lad who's been seen hanging around
outside her house

over the past two weeks.

It was reported to the police.

And someone did go and check it out.
However, he'd moved on.

Sergeant Havers.

Her purse is missing
and we found £10,000 in cash, hidden,

in relatively new bills.

So it doesn't look like a lifelong stash,
more a recent windfall.

Her personal finances
seem to be very tidy indeed.

We have no real forensic evidence

and no prints apart from the victim's.

All we know is that she worked
at the Crucible Club.

Are you sure there's not
some mistake? I mean, why would anyone...?

How long had she worked here?

- Since I opened.
- Which was when?

Ten years.

A model's shelf life is rather short.

What did she do for you exactly?

She was in charge of membership.

She knew how this place worked inside-out.

How?

I mean...

Where did it happen?

It was in her house.

We think she may well
have known her killer.

Poor Morag.

We've been unable to trace her family.

Morag didn't have any family.

Boyfriends?

Not in all the time I've known her.

Girlfriends?

Oh, please.

I understand that her salary was paid
directly into her bank account?

Yes, but I don't see...

- Did she have employment outside the club?
- No.

The Crucible was her life.

It's just that we found rather a large
amount of banknotes in her house.

They don't quite tie
in with her statements.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

Did she handle the cash here at all?

Surely you're not suggesting that...

I trusted her completely, and now
she's dead, you're accusing her of...

I can't believe this is happening.

We do have to consider every possibility.

I realise that. I'm sorry.

May I ask where you were on Monday night
between eight and ten?

Whatever for?

Just a routine question, Mrs Sanderson.

I was here, working late.

Thank you.

Now I'd like to see Morag's desk, please.

Can I ask what you're looking for?

A diary, address book.

Anything with personal details.

That's one of my husband's charities.

Morag helped out a bit.

- Where might I find him?
- He's at home.

But he won't be able to tell you anything.

Sorry to have kept you waiting, Inspector.

It's a tragic business.

My wife phoned me.

She's very shaken. Some coffee?

Thank you.
How well did you know Miss McNicholl?

Not well.

The club is really my wife's baby.
I pop in now and then. Sit down.

I understand she was involved
in your charity work?

No, she did some book work for me,
helped out at fundraisers.

But that's as far as it went.

Decent sort.

As far as I know.

Can I say something, Inspector?

Yes, of course.

It would be better if this
didn't reach the press.

Better for whom?

Look, the only reason
that this is newsworthy

is the fact that she worked
for a high-profile couple like ourselves.

And I know journalists unscrupulous enough
to make a meal of that.

Right.

I've been looking at the pathologist's report
again, sir. It says there were marks of childbirth.

And?

Well I got the name of her GP from
the pharmacy and they've no record of it

See what you can find out, then.

OK.

Also...

the dihydrocodeine that was found in the
house was prescribed for acute back pain.

But I checked that with the path lab
and there's no sign of it in her system.

A lot of people
don't take their medication, Havers.

I've also got her phone records.

She's been getting a lot of calls
from the one number.

Nancy Brooks, 12 Levington Street.

Yeah, it's near the Ladybird Estate.

Hello?

Right. I'll check it out.

I'm fine.

You don't need to keep...

Beans on toast.

Well, yeah, again.

Well, I like beans on toast.

Look, I'm a bit busy
just now. I'd better go.

Yeah, me, too.

Yeah, me, too. Bye, Mum, bye.

Oh, I'm going to lunch, yeah?

By the way, Billy...

Yeah?

Have you got a vest on? It's cold out.

- Remember me?
- I thought I told you...

Oh, come on, lighten up.
Let me take you for lunch.

- No, thanks.
- My treat.

- Could be worth your while.
- I said no, thanks.

What if I said I could help you
with the Morag McNicholl case?

- Help yourself more like.
- She worked at the Crucible Club.

She helped Nigel
Sanderson in his charity work.

How do you know that?
You got a snitch on the inside?

Only you, with any luck.

In answer to your question,

I make it my business to know everything
that involves Sanderson.

But if you're not interested,
I won't waste my time.

You'll have to excuse
the display of gluttony.

I've just quit smoking.
Can't stop stuffing my face.

Er, that's my technique. Get your own.

I've been doing this since I was seven.

Now, tell me about Nigel Sanderson,
and preferably not with your mouth full.

I think we should put
our cards on the table.

What cards?

I want you to keep Morag's death
out of the press for now.

Oh, you want an exclusive on it.

Yeah, and on all police information
regarding the case.

In return, I'll tell you
where to start looking. Deal?

Yeah, I am a police officer. I don't
need to do deals to get information.

Then I must know more about the police
than you do, then.

We will decide when to inform the press.

So, what is it you wanna tell me?

What's your main line of investigation?

I thought you had some useful information.

Look, I think I know
why Morag McNicholl was murdered.

What if she was blackmailing Sanderson?

Over what?

I'm not sure exactly.

Look, Sanderson's a bad bit of work.

He was disbarred from the Law Society
for embezzling.

He wriggled out. Then there was
the Newman case in the '90s. Remember that?

A murder case.

Newman worked for Sanderson.
He ended up in the Thames.

Sanderson wriggled out again.

He got the money to set his wife up
at the Crucible

and now this so-called charity
is just another one of his scams.

Yeah, and Morag McNicholl fits in where?

OK, maybe the
blackmailing is a leap too far.

But I reckon she was another Newman.
She knew too much

and Sanderson had to get rid of her.

Is this just pie in the sky?

Or do you have something concrete
to link them?

His income doesn't add up to his lifestyle.

And he's been involved in a murder before.

He's got an offshore account,

a flat in St Tropez, an 80ft yacht.

You're just jealous.

And I don't have time
to sit and listen to your tittle-tattle.

- Mrs Brooks?
- Yes.

I'm Inspector Lynley. I need to
talk to you about Morag McNicholl.

Are you sure you don't know her?

What is this about?

Mrs Brooks.

I don't think so.

Why?

Apparently, she was called from this number
on several occasions.

- Do you live here alone?
- Yes.

My son's away at the moment
and my husband died three months ago.

I'm sorry.

What did you say the name was again?

Morag McNicholl.

I didn't recognise her.

It must be 20 years.

How did you know her?

Derek, my husband,
knew her through his work.

Can you please tell me what this is about?

I'm afraid she's been murdered.

When was this?

Monday night.

Murdered...

Can I ask why you called her?

To tell her about Derek.

People that were close...

It's taken me some time
to get round to other people.

You phoned a number of times.

You know how it is.

You say you'll keep in touch.

You make an effort for a little while.

Did she have any family that you know of?

No. She never...

She never wanted a family.

How did she die?

She was attacked in her house.

We suspect that she knew her killer.

I wish I could be more help, Inspector.

But as I said,

I didn't know her very well

Thank you.

You're convinced
this is the way forward?

Morag McNicholl had no family,

no life outside her work.

I think she knew something was going on
at the club.

They're looking for a temp for Morag's job
and I just won...

I thought if I got in there, I could be
in a position to find out what she knew.

And if she was killed because of it,
you could be in danger.

Only if I screw it up. And I won't.

I know I can do this, sir.

I believe you can.

We have to follow proper procedure.

How long will that take? Because I've got
an interview in Oxford at half past five.

You don't hang about, do you, Sergeant?

I've got A-Levels in English and Computing.

Oh, and considerable experience
with word processing,

letter writing, taking minutes,

typing up reports.

You know, the whole range of office skills.

How would you rate your people skills?

I've never had any complaints
in that department.

Why wasn't I consulted?

Because we had to move very fast

Havers believes Morag was killed because
she knew what was happening at the Crucible.

She saw an opportunity to get inside.

- So you let her just jump in?
- Are you questioning my decision?

Well, with all respect, sir, Sergeant Havers
has no experience at all of covert operations.

This club has a very
distinguished membership -

faces you might see on television
or in the newspaper.

How would you deal with that?

Well, the way I see it, they come
here to relax, to get away from all that.

So, I suppose the best
way is to just ignore it,

- you know, give them their own space.
- Exactly.

She's only just been reinstated and I...

Yes, reinstated by me.

She's very keen, very capable.
I have every confidence in her.

To be quite honest, I'm quite shy.

Around men, anyway.

Especially toffs.

I am the SIO, right?
And I have to express my concern...

At the moment, we have no suspects.

Morag McNicholl appeared to know no-one
outside her work.

- This has to be the focus of our investigation.
- I see.

This is not deep cover, Inspector.

We are hoping that she's gonna be
in and out of there quickly.

I've told her you'll look in tomorrow,

get Jemma Sanderson out of the way
so she can have a look around.

Yes, sir.

- Are you managing all right?
- Oh, yeah, thanks.

Any problems, just ask.

Oh, by the way, my husband's having
a gathering at our house on Sunday.

I wonder if you'd be free?

That'd be very kind.

To help out with drinks.

It's a fundraiser for his charity.

The Crucible staff are very generous
with their time.

Of course. I'd be glad to help.

Oh, um...

Can I help you?

Inspector Lynley, any news about Morag?

No, I'm sorry, I'm afraid not. I was
wondering if I could have another word?

Yes, of course. Er, Patricia.

Patricia.

Oh, sorry.

We'll be in the Oriel lounge.
Will you manage on your own?

Yes, thanks.

I've already told you everything I know.

Did Morag ever mention any children?

No.

We never discussed them.

But then again, I'm not a mother, so...

I don't think there's
anything else I can tell you.

You have a very prestigious clientele here.
Morag was in charge of the membership.

- Perhaps she had access to information...
- Where is this going, Inspector?

To be honest,

we haven't yet found an official source
for the money that was found at her house.

- It is possible...
- First of all, you call her a thief.

And now you're accusing
her of... what, exactly?

I'm not accusing anyone of anything,
Mrs Sanderson.

But we do have to examine the possibility that
her murder is in some way linked to your club.

So, am I right in saying that you
and Morag were in fact quite close?

We were. She was more of a friend
than an employee.

- So she may have confided something?
- Like what?

I don't know.

Anything that could help us build a better
picture of what was going on in her last few days.

I'm afraid I can't think of anything.
Now, if that's all, Inspector,

I'm very busy and must
get back to my office.

I'd like a full list of your members,
if that's all right,

with contact details.

This would be very bad for the club.

Most people are more than willing
to help the police with their enquiries.

Actually, there was something.

I swore to Morag I wouldn't tell anyone.
She trusted me.

Whatever you tell me
could help find her killer.

She did have a child, a son,

years ago, gave him up for adoption.

- And?
- Recently, he managed to trace her.

- Got in touch. It upset her enormously.
- Why?

She said he never forgave
her for giving him up.

Said he'd turned out bad.

In what way?

- Trouble with the police, that sort of thing.
- And she blamed herself for that?

Yes, I think she did.

Do you have a hame for this boy? Age?

Where I might find him?

No.

And you have no idea of the hospital he was
born in or the adoption agency she used?

No.

You surely don't think he could have had
something to do with this?

Thank you for your time, Mrs Sanderson.

Morag McNicholl. Name mean anything to you?

- Get out of my way!
- I understand she worked for you.

She was murdered. Does the
saviour of the poor have any comment?

Not for the banner rags.

What are you doing?

Um, I'm Patricia Brady. I've just started.

You must be Mr Sanderson?

Have you seen my wife?

Yeah, she's in the Oriel lounge
with the police inspector.

You won't be missed?

No, they think I've
popped out for a sandwich.

Two months ago,
the club was threatened with foreclosure.

So?

Then a few weeks ago,
there was a one-off deposit of £50,000.

We're supposed to be investigating
Morag's murder, not the club's finances.

It's all I found before Sanderson interrupted
me. I saw him put something in his safe.

- If I could just get the combination...
- To find what?

Well, I don't know. But right
now, it's our only line of enquiry.

Wrong, Havers.

We have a new line of enquiry.
Jemma Sanderson says Morag had a son

that she put up for adoption.

Recently, he traced her,
and it was not a happy reunion.

- Why didn't she tell you this straight off?
- Because she promised Morag.

Why break it now? Because she doesn't
want you fishing round the club.

I'll get back to Morag's flat.
We might have missed something.

Unfortunately, I can't take you with me.

Hey! Come here!

Argh!

Here.

Are you all right?

- I'll get them in the post tonight.
- Thanks.

- Marjorie! How are you?
- Oh, a bit tired.

But I'm not complaining. How could I?

- She's beautiful!
- Here.

- Would you like to hold her?
- Oh, she looks so content.

I don't want to disturb her.

Let's have a coffee. I'll hold her then.

Come on.

1993.

Lynley.

Morag McNicholl's Switch card has
been used, sir. They're holding someone.

- You found the card?
- At the greasy spoon, under the table.

Someone must have dropped it.
Please don't tell my boss.

- When was this?
- The other day.

I can't remember exactly.

It was just lying there.
I didn't even know whose it was.

I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have done it

You're not gonna tell my boss, please?

- I won't do it again, I swear.
- What happened to the purse?

It's here.

Was there anything else in this purse?

Well, there was, but...

What?

There was about 30 quid
but I spent it. I'm sorry.

Do you recognise this woman, Shelley?

Yeah, I think it was her.
Tell her I'm really sorry.

- I'll pay the money back.
- Did she come in regularly?

Did you see her talking to anyone?

Um, I don't think so. I
think she was on her own.

Thank you.

Oh, er, where were you on Monday night?

I was working.

I work all hours.

Get her to the station
and have her cautioned, right?

Sir, Shelley Gibson's alibi checked out.

But we've got a match
for those prints coming through.

Excellent.

- Hi darling.
- Hi.

- What time will you be home tonight?
- I'm afraid I'll be quite late, sorry.

It's just I've got something to show you.

- Something you're going to like.
- What is it?

Oh, you'll have to wait and see.

I'll see you later.

- I'll be back as soon as I can. Bye.
- OK, bye.

Billy, have a look at this.

Actual bodily harm, misuse of drugs.

You could add robbing the dead.

No, that bit, the name and address.

It's Nancy Brooks' son.

I've told you everything I know.

It's not you I want to talk to, Mrs Brooks.

It's your son, Daniel.

Barbara!

He's still in Oxford, I'm afraid.

Oh, I thought he'd be home by now.

I just wanted to catch up. I've gotta steer
clear of the Incident Room these days.

Oh, I got you this.

Thanks.

Why don't you come in?

OK.

I don't know where he is.

I'm going mad wondering
what could have happened to him.

I saw him today.

Where?

Breaking into Morag McNicholl's house.

Oh, my God. Where is he now?

I was hoping you could tell me that.

What is Daniel's connection
to Morag McNicholl?

Look...

he's been in a bit of
bother with the police.

Got into the wrong company, that's all.

But he's a good boy,

deep down.

Please answer the question.

What is Daniel's connection
to Morag McNicholl?

Is he...

Is he her son, Mrs Brooks?

So you managed to get away?

What's it like working for the big boss?

Hillier? Um, well, I like him.

He recognises hard work.

That's all I need. Would you like a drink?

Oh, I don't wanna keep you back.

Oh!

Thanks, Barbara.

These are fun.

Let me show you round the house.

No, I should get going.

No, wait. He's bound to want to see you. I tell
you what, I've got a bottle of wine in the fridge.

I'm only allowed one glass.

But it would be nice
not to have it on my own.

We always wanted a big family,

the house full of noise and chaos.

But it never happened.

We were on the adoption list.

But it was taking too long.

Then my husband met Morag.

It's not what you think.

It wasn't his baby.

She was a receptionist at the car showroom
where he worked.

She was pregnant,

needed money.

It seemed like the answer for all of us.

We agreed to give her £20,000.

I was terrified she would change her mind.

But she never even looked at him.

Never held him.

She did threaten to take him away,

give him to an adoption agency,

unless we gave her another £10,000.

We had to go to a moneylender.

It all got too much for my husband.

He lost his job.

Eventually, we lost the house,

ended up here.

Do you have children, Inspector?

- Not yet.
- Then you can't imagine what it's like...

...having a child and no money.

So you're not tempted
to give up police work

and become a full-time secretary?

No chance.

It's quite risky what you're doing.
Interesting, though.

Immersing yourself
in a totally different character.

Well, I have to keep my mouth shut,
do as I'm told.

That must be a challenge.

Nice place.

I know.

But it's...

What?

I don't know.

Since I gave up work,
maybe I've got too much time to think.

Lucky you.

I know I am.

Does Tommy ever talk much about the baby?

Um, we talk about work mostly.

Because he never really...

Well, typical man.

He'd run a mile
rather than talk about his feelings.

We always told him he was adopted.

When his dad died, he became obsessed
with finding his real parents.

He wanted the name of the adoption society.

He kept asking questions.

Finally, I told him the truth,

hoping that that would put an end o it

But it made him all the more determined.

He was angry.

He went looking for her.

And I've not seen or heard from him since.

I'd like to see his room.

He hates me tidying his room.

So I daren't touch anything.

I know he'll be back.

If he does, you have to
get in touch with me immediately.

Please, Mrs Brooks,
before he gets in any deeper.

- Havers!
- Barbara brought us a housewarming gift

Oh, that's very sweet of you. Thank you.

Sorry I'm so late, darling.

I should go.

No, no, stay. I'll get you up to speed
on what's been happening.

Remember the boy seen hanging around
Morag's house? I caught him breaking in.

Unfortunately, he got away from me.

But it turns out he's Morag's son,

Daniel Brooks.

Morag sold him to Nancy Brooks
as soon as he was born.

- She sold him?
- And then asked for more money.

According to Nancy Brooks,
if she can be believed,

Morag was a pretty heartless,
calculating woman.

- Maybe she didn't have a choice.
- I've been thinking about this all the way home.

Daniel Brooks,

filled with rage against his mother,

his natural mother.

Well, both of them, by the sound of it. But
he goes looking for her and confronts her.

He gets very angry, panics,
he knocks her over.

He kills her.

He doesn't know what to do, so he slits
her wrists to make it look like suicide.

But why would he go back?

To rob her. By now, he believes that
he's entitled to all her worldly goods.

It doesn't do your theory about
the Crucible Club any favours.

No, it reinforces it.

I mean, we now know
that Morag was capable of extorting money.

We know that the club
had serious financial difficulties.

- She could have been stealing from them.
- It must be Daniel. Think logically.

He's got previous for ABH, right?

There are eyewitnesses who put him
at the scene. He has the means, a motive.

His life was a mess.

He goes looking for his natural parents,
hoping to find some new identity.

When he finds her,
not only doesn't she want him,

he finds out that she sold him.

How much more motive do you need?

What do you think, darling?

I'm sorry. I'm very tired.

I'm gonna have to go to bed.

Good night, Barbara.
Thank you for the present.

OK.

OK, I'll be up soon.

Nearly finished here.

I should go.

- This is what she wanted me to see, isn't it?
- Yeah.

Um, I think you should talk to her.

Good night.

I see some women aren't scared
of losing their model figures.

You know it's not about that.

So what did that Lynley character want?

What do you think? To talk about Morag.

What did you tell him?

The same as I told him yesterday.

That I didn't know anything
about her personal life.

Why?

I just don't like the
police sniffing around.

Do you?

You're so...

so calm.

You're ready for it.

- But I...
- What?

Look...

I know it's daunting.

This is a huge life change and it's
perfectly natural to feel apprehensive.

But, hey, you shouldn't feel scared.

I do. I do feel scared.

That is exactly what I feel.
I feel scared about being a father.

I feel scared I'm not
cut out for family life.

If that's how...

I'm scared that it'll be as dysfunctional
as my own family,

that I'll let this little thing down
the same way I let them down.

You can't think like that.

When my father died...

I should have taken his place
at the head of my family.

Or the centre of it.

But I didn't.

I turned away.

I ran away.

I couldn't comfort my mother.
I was too busy hating her.

My brother turned into a drug addict.
What use was I?

Tommy, this isn't your family.

It's ours.

It's a whole new chapter.

And yes, it's scary.

But...

don't you realise how lucky we are?

Look at the lengths some people go to
to have a baby.

It just happened for us.

Yeah, you're right.

I know. I mean, I know you're right.

Come here.

Mr Sanderson.

Mr Sanderson!

Morning.

- What do you want now?
- Just a couple of questions.

I thought you might like the opportunity to
tell your side of the story before I print mine.

Now, your charity raised
over two million pounds last year.

How much went to the homeless?

And how much went to your offshore account?

Get back to the gutter,
Red, and stay there.

Just take care of it

You know what to do.

Yes?

Your coffee, Mr Sanderson.

Thank you.

Right, Daniel Brooks.

I think the motive may be revenge
against his natural mother.

We don't know his whereabouts so I'd like to
circulate these round the nearest stations.

Billy, what's that mark around
your trousers? On the pocket?

Oh, sorry, sir. I had a match last night.

No, what is it? I saw the same mark
on Daniel Brooks' trousers.

Snooker chalk.

Me mam used to go spare
at the state of my togs.

Maybe he plays snooker, sir.

Maybe. Better find out
where the local halls are.

Well, there's The Tunnel in Boxwell Street,

and The Green Baize, The 147,
and The Triangle.

But no, that's a bit upmarket

This boy would hang about somewhere
where they do cheap rates for giro lads,

somewhere like...

The Black Ball or The Big Cue.

Thank you, Billy. To think you've only been
in Oxford five minutes.

Well, snooker's a good way
of making friends, sir, outside of work.

Not that police officers don't
make good friends. I didn't mean...

I just...

...meant, you know...

It does you good to get away from work,
unwind a bit, meet new people.

Thank you, Billy.

Someone go with him
so he doesn't get distracted.

Steady on, boys!

Never even touched the sides, Daniel.

I wasn't robbing the place,
I was looking for something.

What?

Something. Anything.
What does it matter? She's dead.

When you found out Morag McNicholl was
your mother, you must have been angry.

Yeah.

At first, maybe. So?

- You went looking for her?
- I've got the right, haven't I?

What did you expect from her? Remorse?

Some kind of explanation
as to why she did what she did?

Something like that.

- How did you first make contact with her?
- I phoned her.

What was her reaction
when you told her who you were?

Hung up on me, didn't she?

Well, why didn't you just
leave it at that, Daniel?

Why did you go looking for her,

hang round her house for two weeks,
clocking her movements,

plucking up the courage to confront her?

You were full of resentment, weren't you?
You wanted to make her see what she'd done.

But did you mean to harm her
or did you just lose your temper?

- What is this?
- You hit her, she fell, banged her head.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Sit down.

- You can't...
- I said sit down!

I never touched her. I never even met her!

We have witnesses
who saw you outside her house.

Outside, yeah, but I never went in.

You expect us to believe that?

I wanted to, but I kept bottling it.

This woman gave you up for money.

- She didn't care what happened to you.
- You don't know that!

She must have been desperate!

Maybe she's been
sorry every day of her life.

If I could have seen her...

...talked to her.

I don't know.

Maybe we could have...

But I never got the chance.

You have no right to judge her.

All right. Let's go back a bit.

You were outside her house on Monday night.
But you didn't go in?

- No.
- Did you see anyone else?

I did, as it happens.

- She's called Shelley.
- How do you know her?

- Is she a friend?
- No.

I followed her to the caff where she works.

I saw it on her badge.

- Shelley don't work here now.
- Any idea where I can find her?

Tried her house?

Apparently, she left in a hurry.

- Is she in trouble?
- She was spotted at the scene of a murder.

No way!

I need to eliminate her from our enquiries.

So if you do have any idea of
her whereabouts, you'll call me?

Sure.

Thank you.

Argh!

Why are you following me?

- I just wanna talk to you.
- What about?

You were there that night, weren't you?

We should get you to A&E.

- Get you X-rayed and I can take a statement.
- Il be fine.

You could have broken ribs
or a ruptured spleen.

These boys knew when to stop.
This isn't a hospital job.

What was it, then?

- A warning to back off.
- Who from?

Nigel Sanderson.

Why?

Getting too close to the truth.

I still think you should go to hospital.

Why are you here?

- To get some information.
- On?

- Sanderson.
- What exactly?

Well, everything you have.

No!

All right.

Let's start with why you have it in for him

and end with him having you beaten up.

Could take some time.

- Do you have somewhere else you have to be?
- No.

You've mixed me up with someone.
I don't know...

I saw you at her house!
What were you doing there?

Nothing. I've told you...

Just tell me!

She was my mother.

Please.

You don't know what I've been through.

I'm just so scared.

I was the local journalist
who got the scoop.

It should have been my big break,
got me onto the nationals.

Sanderson was being investigated for fraud.

Newman's evidence would have clinched it
and got him put away.

But Newman's body was found
floating in the Thames.

They said there wasn't enough evidence
for a murder trial.

It should have been one of those stories
that never goes away.

It should have been trial by journalism.

I wasn't gonna let it go.

I had enough on Sanderson
for a rainforest of front pages.

But then, my house got broken into,

my files stolen,

my hard disk wiped clean.

And you've been hounding him ever since?

Give or take a few hazy years
when I was drinking.

You need to let this go.

How can I?

Well, let us take over.

Look...

If I tell you everything
I know, would you...?

No, you know I can't.

We could be a great team.

You're in over your head.
Come on, you've already had one beating.

Look, if you give us everything you've got,

then I can arrange for police protection.

Sorry, Barbara, no.

I need this story.

Well, you'll get your story.

I don't think so.
Your lot will act too quickly and waste it.

The right people will get tipped off,
brown envelopes will change hands.

That won't happen.

Not all police are like you, Barbara.

It's a pity.

You stupid cow!

Why didn't you come to me?

I did come to you, remember?
You said, "It's your problem, sort it out."

And this was your idea of sorting it out?

Are you out of your
mind? If this comes out...

Don't, Nigel!

Did you really think
you could get away with this?

This isn't helping! I'm being blackmailed.

- They say that if I don't...
- I know what they say!

I can read!

We've got guests arriving
in a couple of hours.

I can't face it.

Oh, you'll face it, all right.

You will look dazzling,

you'll smile.

You'll greet our guests
like the loving wife

and charming hostess they take you to be.

Lawrence.

Glad you could make it.

Marjorie! Wasn't expecting you.

I managed to find a baby-sitter.

We had to come and show our support.

Joe... Have a drink.

Patricia, a drink for Mr and Mrs Carter.

Got yourself a new job
or are you moonlighting,

Patricia?

Champagne?

Have you got something soft?

Who let you in?

Press.

So, what are you after? The free booze?

I'm at a gathering of the rich in the name of the
poor. You did tell me to get back to the gutter.

Oh, I did.

My paper asked me to cover the event.

- Beggars can't be choosers, can they?
- Nasty cut you've got there.

I walked into a door.

You should be more careful.

Next time, you may not be so lucky.

What are you trying to pull?

You first.

You are taking a risk. This is his home.

I know.
So he's not gonna try anything here, is he?

Firstly, I would like to
thank all of you for coming.

Thank you.

Now, as I'm sure you are aware,

I'm gonna be hitting on you for cash.

But at least you can afford it

All of us here

have the good fortune
to have a roof over our heads.

But I want you to imagine being homeless,

not to know the comfort
of a set of keys in your pocket,

being forced to live

on the streets or in a hostel

or in the gutter - no
money, no future, no hope.

OK, so you know I'm undercover.
What the hell are you doing here?

You heard me. My paper sent me.

- Oh, please!
- Straight up.

- Do you think I wanna do gigs like this?
- Don't give me that.

You'll take any chance to dog Sanderson.

- Admit it.
- I don't have to admit anything.

Stop playing games with me, Red.

Cut it out. Now, if you have got anything
on Sanderson that will let us bring him in,

you'd better give it to me now.

If I do, will you give me...

Have you got a death wish?

- The man had you beaten up.
- Well, it shows how close I'm getting.

Please, Red, why are you taking
so many chances?

- Why are you?
- Because it's my job.

Look, Barbara, this is a dangerous man.

- If he suspects...
- He doesn't suspect anything.

Will you give me
everything you have on him?

All right, I will. If you promise me...

Yeah, you'll get your story.

Al right?

So this is smoker's corner, is it, chaps?

Promise me you'll get out.

- Please, Barbara.
- I will.

When we've got him.

We'd better go back
inside, but not together.

Patricia...

be careful.

I'll see you chaps inside.

Havers.

No deals, all right?

But listen, my file on Sanderson.

I've got the last bit of proof,

and you can have it.

The full works.

Where do you wanna meet?

- You choose.
- OK well do you know a pub called The Trout?

Um...

Yeah, yeah, I know it.

- OK, I'll see you there.
- I'll see you there.

Havers, I'm sorry.

I was just on my way
home when I got a call.

It's very convenient, isn't it?

Just when he was ready to tell me.

It was a road accident, Havers.

We were investigating the same area.

Are you telling me this is not suspicious?

He was probably over the limit

- and just lost control of the car.
- Red didn't drink.

We're on it, Havers.

Well, I say we bring
in Sanderson right now.

- On what grounds?
- Well, he had Red beaten up.

Red had evidence that
Sanderson was connected to Morag's murder.

- And I heard him threaten him.
- That's not enough.

Well, Sanderson must have had someone
tamper with his car.

And the file is missing.
Who else would have done it?

Did anyone see you talking with Red?

Maybe a few of the guests.

No-one important. Why?

You know why.

I don't think it's safe
for you at the club.

- I want you out
- And I wanna stay in.

Until we nail him.

Tommy, I understand
you're concerned about Barbara.

But how long is she gonna stay?

It won't be for long. I just don't
think she should be on her own.

Milk and sugar?

I've been thinking about
this all night, Havers.

I'm gonna go and talk to Sanderson again
this morning.

I'll keep him busy while you
have one last look around the club.

Then I want you out

- I will if I find something.
- No arguments. I want you out today.

I'd like to discuss this
with the Assistant Commissioner.

I'll discuss it with Hillier.

Morning!

- Morning, darling.
- What's going on?

Nothing.

Would you like some coffee?

Er no, thanks. I can't face it
since I got pregnant, even the smell.

- Sorry.
- That's OK

I suppose I should make a move.

Oh...

- Bye.
- See you later.

Nice mug.

It was nice of her to give them to us.

You're going to be a great dad.

Good morning.

Morning.

Oh, yes, I know him.

He's a bit of a pest, to be honest.

Why?

He was a guest
at your private function here yesterday.

Hardly a guest.

He was supposed to be giving us
some press coverage.

Can I ask what this is about?

He was killed last night.

Killed?

In a car crash.

Oh.

Typical journalist, I suppose.

One whiff of free booze
and they don't know when to stop.

Actually, he didn't drink.

Oh. Anyway, what's this got to do with me?

- We're treating his death as suspicious.
- Really? Why?

The pathologist has found some Rohypnol
in his blood.

Rohypnol?

It induces a state of semi-consciousness.

Because of it Mr McGuire lost
control of his car and crashed.

Ah.

This is shocking, Inspector.

But I still don't see it has
anything to do with me.

He spent yesterday
evening here at your party.

Then he was driving home.

- The drug must have been administered...
- Hold on, Inspector.

You're not seriously suggesting

that one of my guests...?

There could be any number of explanations.

Maybe he took it himself,

not realising what it was.

Or maybe he intended using it
on some poor girl.

But it backfired. He
got the drinks mixed up.

You really can't go jumping to conclusions.

Did you talk with Mr McGuire yesterday?

Only in passing. Why?

I've spoken to his editor. Apparently,
he really was rather a thorn in your side.

He was an irritant, that's all.

Spite and envy, those
were the tools of his trade.

I see.

May I ask where you were last Monday night?

Last Monday...

The night that Morag McNicholl was killed.

Oh, I was at another charity do.

Oh, come on, Inspector!

Are you seriously suggesting...

We happen to know that Mr McGuire was
conducting his own investigation into her death.

- So?
- So now he's been murdered.

- That strikes me as rather a coincidence.
- This is outrageous!

Why would I kill Morag?

- I barely knew the woman.
- Perhaps she knew something about you.

Like what?

The same thing that Red McGuire knew.

- Yes?
- It's Billy, sir.

I'm in Woodlands Lane, sir.
I think you'd better get over here.

Daniel Brooks has been murdered.

1,9... 8,9.

Stop her! She's stolen my baby!

Time of death
was between ten and one last night, sir.

Excuse me.

Yes, Havers?

I've just found Red's file in the safe.

I think we've got him.

We need to find it legally.
I'll get a search warrant within the hour.

You'd better get out.
I'll send some backup.

We don't have anything
to connect him to Morag's death.

I don't think he killed Morag.

- What makes you say that?
- We've just found her son Daniel dead.

I think it must be connected
to her personal life.

Lynley.

Sir, it's about Shelley Gibson.

Get her away from me!

Somebody do something, please!

- Stay away from me!
- Its all right, Shelley.

- Give me the baby.
- She's mine!

She doesn't know what she's talking about!

Keep her away from me!

It's all right.

She's mine.

What's her name?

Nicola.

I wanted to call her Nicola.

That's a good name.

- Can I hold her, please?
- No!

Nobody's taking her off me again, nobody.

Hush. It's all right.

It's all right

See?

She knows my voice.
She knows I'm her mother.

I think she does.

She told me I couldn't look after a baby.

But f can. See?

♪ Hush, little baby, don't say a word

Who told you that, Shelley?

She did. Morag.

I Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird

Anyone can see that's not true.

You're gonna be a wonderful mother.

We're never gonna be apart again.

Not ever.

I'm gonna be a father for the first time,
in a few months.

Really?

I still can't quite imagine what it's like,

holding your own baby in your arms.

It's like...

It's like the best feeling in the world.

It must be.

It must be overwhelming.

Your own flesh and blood.

Does that mean she's hungry?

Can I give her a bottle?

Of course you can.

Let me get you both inside, all right?

Come on.

I've got her. Don't worry, I've got her.

- There you go, there you go.
- That's it, love.

It's all right, I've got her, I've got her.

Mrs Sanderson's gone to the bank.

I saw you talking to Red McGuire yesterday.
What was that about?

Red McGuire?

I don't know any...

Boyfriend, was he?

- Are you in it together?
- In what?

You've been sniffing around in here
and passing stuff onto him.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Oh, yes, you do.

And you're gonna tell me all about it.
And you're gonna tell me now.

You have no idea who you're dealing with,

do you?

Police!

- We have a warrant to search the premises.
- What kept you?

- This is unnecessary but I'll cooperate.
- His briefcase, Billy.

- What the hell's going on here?
- I'm Barbara Havers, CID.

And I have been having some very
interesting conversations with Red McGuire.

Arrest him for the murder of Red.

And it won't finish there.

We'll be reopening the Newman case.

I wanna see my baby. Where is she?

Nicola's fine.

The social worker's looking after her.

I know it's hard, Shelley,

but I have to know the truth now.

You were seen at Morag's house
the night she was killed.

He told you that, didn't he?

Who?

Daniel.

Yeah.

What were you doing there?

Tell me how you first met Morag.

She came into the greasy spoon
to put up a poster.

She saw I was pregnant.

She said she could help me.

She'd find a good home for my baby.

Did she offer you money?

I want my baby! I swear I'll never do
another bad thing as long as I live.

Please.

Please!

We've arrested Sanderson.

He'll never confess but we have enough
incriminating evidence to bring him to court.

Good work, Havers.

How's it going?

Not well. I've suspended the interview.

She knew Daniel Brooks.

She said she knew
that he'd given us information on her.

So she killed him?

I think he witnessed a lot more that night
than he told us.

So she had to shut him up
before he told us anything else?

I hope I'm wrong on this one, Havers,
but I doubt it very much.

The doctor has examined her
and said she has given birth recently.

So it looks like it is her baby.

She says she met Morag at the cafe

and was encouraged to give up the baby.

Morag then sold it.

What, just like she sold Daniel Brooks?

Only this time she put up the prices.

60 grand she charged the Carters.

Well, we only found ten at Morag's.

Exactly. What happened to the other 507

The Club.

I think you owe me an explanation.

- I trusted you.
- Yeah, that's not important now.

We know for a fact that Marjorie Carter

didn't give birth to the baby
that she's passing off as her own.

So? It was adopted.

She said it was a private arrangement
with Morag McNicholl.

She paid £60,000.

But Morag was just the broker, wasn't she?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Then how do you explain this?

Where did you get this?

A single payment of £50,000.

Where did the money come from?

- I'd have to check with my accountant.
- Oh, we already have.

He's got no record of the money.

This did not go through the club's books.

The bank was threatening to foreclose,
wasn't it?

You had to find money fast, and you did,

around the time that Morag sold the baby
to Marjorie Carter.

Take your time, Shelley.

But I need you to tell me everything
about you and Morag.

Then can I see my baby?

I can't make you any promises.

But it'll be better for you in the long run
if you help me now.

It was Morag's idea.

She came across these girls
through Nigel's charity.

Heartbreaking.

Drug addicts, prostitutes.

They don't want children.

Why can't people who have money,
who can afford them, take them on?

I know what it's like to want a baby.
I never managed to conceive.

No medical reason. It just never happened.

I would have adopted.

But Nigel didn't want
the agencies probing into our lives,

making decisions about us.

So you knew there was a market out there?

It wasn't like that.

Marjorie was desperate.
They'd spent thousands on IVF.

They'd been turned down for adoption.
This was her last chance.

What about Shelley Gibson?

Who's Shelley Gibson?

She gave me these pills.

Painkillers.

I just wanted someone
to take the pain away.

Then, when I couldn't stand it any more,
it all stopped.

And I heard this little cry.

I wanted to see her,

to hold her.

But Morag wouldn't let me.

So, while she was cleaning up the mess,
I got up.

I picked up my baby.

I put my finger in her
hand and she held onto it.

Then I just knew I couldn't let her go.

I told Morag I'd changed my mind.

She was nice about it.

Made me tea and toast.

Told me I needed to sleep
and that we'd talk about it later.

When I woke up, my baby was gone.

She said it all went smoothly
and the girl was just glad it was all over.

So you collected the
baby, took it to the Carters,

and Shelley was sent back
out on the streets with nothing?

No.

She was given £5,000
to get her back on her feet.

How much did Morag get?

£5,000. But she didn't do it for the money.
She did it for me.

For the club.

Shelley never saw the money. Morag kept it.

What will happen to the baby?

Do you care?

Of course I care.

It will be for the courts to decide.

Is there any chance
that Marjorie will be able to keep it?

I very much doubt it.

She's been involved in a criminal act.
So have you, Jemma.

Human trafficking.

I really thought I was doing a good deed.

Come on, you don't charge 60 grand
for a good deed.

I was desperate.

I didn't know where to turn.

My husband...

Nigel didn't want to help.

Oh, so Morag came up with the solution?

Convinced you it would be easy
and no-one would get hurt?

But she didn't count on maternal instincts
cos she didn't have any.

So you weren't working
last Monday, were you?

I went back to Morag's.

I begged her.

She said it wasn't up to her.

That her boss was in on it,

and these were really powerful people
you couldn't fight.

She told me to be glad
that my baby had a good home.

I was to get on with my life,

forget her.

But how could I?

I told her I'd never give up,

I wouldn't leave her alone,
I'd keep pestering her until I got my baby.

She got nasty,

tried to shove me out the door.

But I was stronger than her.

I pushed her off and she fell down.

I could tell she was dead

cos her eyes were staring.

I should have called the police.

But I was too scared.

I thought I'd be in trouble,
that I'd never get Nicola again.

I don't know how I got the idea.

But I got her onto a chair.

Then I ran to the bathroom

and found a packet of razor blades.

I pulled my sleeve over my hand like this.

And I just did it

Dead quick.

Right across her wrists.

How is your husband involved in this?

He had nothing to do with it.

He was furious when he
found out what I'd done.

You should know
he's been charged with murder.

No!

This is my fault.

He's trying to help me.

In what way?

In what way, Jemma?

There is no use trying to protect him now.
We have him in custody.

- We have evidence implicating him...
- I was sent this letter.

I was sent this letter.

They said they knew about the baby.

They said they'd go to the police
unless I gave them money.

And where's the letter now?

Nigel has it.

He said he'd take care of everything.

You've done really well, Shelley.

Now tell me about Daniel Brooks.

- What about him?
- Did he come looking for you?

- Yes.
- What for?

- He wanted to know what happened.
- Did you tell him?

- Yes.
- Everything?

- Yeah.
- Did he tell you who he was?

Yeah.

Morag's son.

Did he threaten you?

No.

- Threaten to go to the police?
- No.

He was going to tell us that
you killed Morag, wasn't he?

And you panicked.

You thought you'd never
see your Nicola again.

It's understandable, Shelley.
He got violent, you grabbed a brick.

Just like with Morag,
you didn't mean to kill him.

You mean he's dead?

That blow was fatal.

No, he can't be dead.

He can't be.

He said he would help me.

- He promised me.
- What did he promise you?

I thought he'd be mad when I told him
about his mum, but he wasn't.

He was sorry for me.
He wanted to make it up. We had a plan.

- What plan?
- I told him I'd taken his mum's diary.

I knew where Nicola was.

He said, if I got her back, he would get
the money to help me look after her.

He promised me it'd be all right.
He promised me.

I never killed him, I swear!

I swear on my baby's life.

She's confessed to Morag's murder
but denies Daniel's.

- I believe her, Havers.
- Something else has come up.

She was so distraught when I told her about
Daniel's death. She'd confided in him.

- What, she told him about the baby?
- Yeah.

He said he would help her get some money.

- He had a plan.
- That's it, sir.

He's the one that's been
blackmailing Jemma.

- She's been blackmailed?
- By someone who knew about the baby.

She got a letter yesterday, threatening to go
to the police if she didn't pay up right away.

- And Sanderson said he would sort it
- So he had Daniel killed?

Whatever you think
you've got on Red McGuire,

you'll never make it stick.

Actually, your wife has
been very forthcoming.

As well as Red McGuire,
we'll be charging you

with the murder of the man who was
blackmailing your wife, Daniel Brooks.

To think I was worried
about bringing a child into this world.

You'll be a great dad.

Thanks, Havers.

If my mum was on that jury,
she'd convince them to let her off lightly.

She says that...

any mother would kill to defend her young.

Give it here.

Watch.

Nice one, Havers.

- Helen, where are you?
- Up here!

I love you...

So much.