Wycliffe (1994–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Happy Families - full transcript
Schoolgirl Ruth Penrose's body is found locked in a cupboard in a science lab by the caretaker, whose son Danny was seemingly her only friend. He goes missing after Ruth's twin Sheena has ...
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DJ: Here we go, start slowing things right down now,
Wet, Wet, Wet and "Julia Says."
You dancing that, sir?
If you're asking, Sheena.
[MUSIC - WET, WET, WET, "JULIA SAYS"]
--my life was standing still.
Who's sorry now?
It's funny how I didn't notice.
She's got a nerve.
Exactly.
[muffled music playing]
[door opens]
[alarm sounds]
[exhales sharply]
[drawer clatters]
[rattling]
[alarm wails]
[camera shutter clicking]
What did the caretaker say?
He was doing his rounds.
Ready to move her?
I mean, let's give the kid a bit of dignity, eh?
What about Wycliffe?
Yeah, OK.
I'll go and see if he's here.
[exhales]
[camera shutter clicks]
DET. SUPT.
WYCLIFFE: Do we know who she is?
Yes, um, Ruth Penrose, aged 16.
16.
Mm-hmm.
Apparently, she was here for the disco with her twin sister.
Caretaker found her.
What's the smell?
Her bowels and a touch of. gas.
It doesn't look like suicide.
FRANKS: It can't be.
The cover we found her in was locked, and the key is missing.
Asphyxia.
Judging by the distress on her face, it was a bag of the gas.
Any signs of assault in any way?
Well, certainly, there are signs of some struggle.
Her knuckles are grazed.
There may be some bruising to her body.
I don't know yet.
What about the caretaker?
He, uh, lives on the premises with his son.
All right, what's his name?
Uh, Whear, Alan Whear?
Weir?
Alan Whear.
Poor kid.
Well, I'll move her out of your way.
I, uh-- I'm just going to get some, uh--
[coughs]
[loud chatter]
But, uh--
ALAN WHEAR: Or maybe the [inaudible]..
[phone ringing]
Danny, will you get that?
Hello?
What do you mean, you saw me?
[phone rattles]
[door closes]
You OK?
[phone ringing]
You wouldn't think they were twins by looking at them,
would you?
[sighs] I'm running through the list, sir,
everyone we checked out at the hall,
223 names, including staff.
[phone ringing]
We've arranged for them to come
to the hall tomorrow morning, 9 o'clock, to give statements.
Right.
Can you make sure there are a dozen officers ready to conduct
these interviews?
Proformas first, names and addresses, dates of birth,
movements this evening, any involvement with the dead girl.
- Right, sir. - Doug.
Yeah?
I think you should go see the family.
Make sure that everything that needs to be done, uh--
Is done.
Yeah.
Lucy, can you go and talk with the caretaker now?
I don't want to give him to much time to dwell on things.
Right.
I wonder why he wants me to do that.
It's not as if I'm a family-type man, am I?
I think that's exactly why he wants you there, Doug.
Eh?
It's going to be very emotional.
Yeah.
Howie, come on.
Excuse me.
Hello?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah?
Well, you know what he's been like recently.
Uh-huh.
Look, give him another hour, and if he still hasn't come home,
call me.
All right?
Look, love, he's just probably trying to prove something.
Yeah.
[chuckles] All right.
All right.
[doorbell rings]
[door opens]
Mr. Whear?
Detective Inspector Lane.
Can I have a word?
Tea?
Thank you.
[sighs] Mr. Whear, how do you explain Ruth getting
into the lab if you say the door was locked
the first time you checked it?
Can't explain it, unless Mick Brandon went up there.
Mick Brandon?
Physics teacher.
Why would he want to be up there while the disco was on?
Maybe he needed a bit of privacy.
Would Mr. Brandon have a key to the cupboard?
No.
Those cupboards are never locked.
Most of them don't even have keys.
Well, this one obviously did.
[sighs]
I wish Danny would take his homework to his room.
Is he at this school?
ALAN WHEAR: Yeah.
Was Danny at the disco?
He may have been hanging around.
He's only 14, and it was for the older kids who
had just finished their exams.
Can I have a quick word with him?
It's nearly midnight.
A child has been murdered, Mr. Whear.
[sighs]
ALAN WHEAR: Dan?
[clatter]
This policewoman wants to talk to you.
Hello, Danny.
I'll go tidy up that mess in the living room, eh?
No, it's OK.
I'd rather you stayed.
DI LANE: Has your dad told you what's happened, Danny?
Did you know Ruth Penrose?
He's what you call the strong, silent type.
How did you come to know her, Danny?
Because she's a bit older than you, isn't she?
Athletics team.
Was she a close friend?
OK.
You're probably a bit tired.
I'll-- I'll come back tomorrow.
[door closes]
How many sets of keys do you have for the main doors?
Two.
[keys jingling]
[drawer opens]
[paper rustling]
[drawer closes]
Hang on a minute.
[sighs]
[exhales sharply]
[sips]
Oh, god.
Mick?
That the physics teacher?
Don't mind If I take these with me, do you?
[tv playing]
[chatter]
Joe.
Thank you.
You've been very kind.
[sniffles]
Go on, girl, push, push.
Turn that thing off, Joe.
That's what she should've been doing
tonight, not bloody dancing.
[click]
Mr. Penrose, um, I know you must be, um--
Do you?
Please, Joe.
She should've been training tonight, only is was canceled.
That's why she went to the disco.
And I took her there myself in the car.
Well, you think they'll be safe enough in school.
Yeah, um, if there's anything you want to, uh, ask me,
please--
I thought that was your job, Inspector.
Joe.
No, I mean, uh, if there's something you want to know,
like what happens next, or if you want to see Ruth.
No, not like that.
I think I would like to see.
OK.
You wouldn't think they were twins, would you, eh?
Chalk and cheese, couldn't agree on a thing.
This may sound a ridiculous question, but do you know,
has Ruth fallen out with anybody recently?
Why, Ruth?
Quiet as a mouse.
Why she wanted to go to the bloody disco--
Should've seen Sheena's face when Ruth came
down in Joe's old black jumper.
You can't go looking like that.
Well, that hardly matters now, does it?
DI KERSEY: So why do you think she did decide to go?
I mean, do you think she could have been meeting someone?
What, Ruthie?
No.
You could get two words out of her at the best of times.
I can't believe that she'd have struck up
with anyone and certainly no boy,
if that's what you're thinking.
Would it be all right if I, uh--
went through some of her things, you know, um, schoolbooks,
nothing too personal?
Is that OK?
Please do.
Thank you.
Will you try not to wake Sheena?
She's in our room.
She couldn't sleep in her own bed, not tonight.
OK, thank you.
[sniffles] Oh.
Why?
[sobbing]
[click]
[sighs deeply]
Oh.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I wake you?
Can't sleep.
[sighs]
Is this yours?
No, Ruth borrowed it from her English teacher for an essay
she was writing.
Oh.
Boring, she liked it, though, listened to it all the time.
Maybe I should give it a go, eh?
If you want.
DI KERSEY: How about the CDs?
Mine.
Ruth not into pop music?
Uh, I'm sorry, Sheena.
I didn't mean to upset you.
Um, it's, uh-- it's just I need to know about Ruth to find
out what happened tonight.
[sniffles] I don't know.
She said she was going home.
DI KERSEY: Mm-hmm.
[sniffles] I just let her go.
I didn't-- [crying] - No, you're OK.
You're OK.
You're--
[sobbing]
Um--
Well, where was he?
Look, I'm still going to want a word with him, though.
No tell him I'm not angry.
He's made his point, OK?
Look, love, I better go.
I'll ring you back from the hotel, OK?
Bye.
Problems, eh?
Hm.
Tell me, Ian, when you were 15, did you ever
threaten to stay out all night?
No, sir.
Have you spoken to Whear?
[plastic crinkling]
[sighs] And I found these letters.
They were with Danny's schoolbooks.
Mick?
Could be the physics teacher, Mick Brandon.
How did Danny get ahold of these?
Whear claims he found them in the yard.
Anything else?
Apparently, Danny used to belong to the same athletics
club as Ruth.
Hmm.
OK, see what you can find out from Ruth's friends
in the morning.
See if Danny Whear's name comes up.
[indistinct chatter]
[paper rustling]
Lost something?
Who are you?
Detective Superintendent Wycliffe.
And you?
Uh, Mick Brandon.
This is my lab.
How'd you get in here?
[keys jingling]
Uh, they're my keys.
For the moment, this is a sealed area.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Do you have spare keys for the cupboard?
No.
Oh, only, um, this one, the tall one.
[keys jingling]
What about this cupboard here?
[thud]
No, none of the other cupboards have keys.
But I think that one did have one in it.
What's so important that you have to be here the morning
after one of your pupils is found murdered?
Just some paperwork, nothing important, it can wait.
Yesterday afternoon, did you lock up after you?
Yeah, always.
Look, I'm sorry about what happened last night.
But I've already given my statement.
So if you'll excuse me.
[drawer closes]
Try and keep your eyes open.
There's a good lad.
[chair clatters]
The reason why I've brought you from the hall
is I understand you're one of Ruth's friends?
I know this must be difficult for you,
but I need to know what happened last night.
Nothing.
Was Ruth with you at the disco?
Do you remember what time she left?
9:30.
I remember looking at the clock, because Sheena had just
gone to dance with Mr. Brandon.
What was so special about that?
Everyone wants to dance with Mr. Brandon.
Ruth had just left.
We all thought, typical of her missing out on the action.
Did she say where she was going?
Home.
I think she was bored.
Either that, or she was meeting someone.
Did she say who?
I don't want to get no one into any trouble.
No time for secrets, Beth.
OK, Danny.
Maybe she was meeting Danny Whear.
[waves crashing softly]
[paper rustling]
DET.
SUPT.
WYCLIFFE: According to Franks, she wasn't necessarily
forced into the cupboard.
There are signs of struggle, probably
from when the, uh-- the bag was placed over her head.
What was the point of putting the gas on?
Or maybe it was an assisted suicide.
Unlikely.
That physics teacher Brandon did say she looked miserable.
DS DIXON: Probably after the row with Sheena.
Hmm, what row?
Oh, some of the older boys saw them arguing.
DET. SUPT.
WYCLIFFE: What about her friends?
According to them, everything's fine.
Doug?
Well, the mother told me that the twins couldn't
agree on anything, mind you, the look she got from Mr. Penrose.
What sort of a look?
Well, he obviously wasn't chuffed
at her saying that, was he?
Then we should be looking at whatever it
is he doesn't want us to see.
[birds squawking]
I couldn't stay in that house a minute longer.
So I thought I'd come here, work, do
some patching up on the boat.
[sniffles] Only, when I got here, I couldn't.
I don't want to be at home.
I don't want to be here.
I don't know where I want to be.
I just feel like hitting someone.
[sniffles]
You've got every right to be angry, Mr. Penrose.
I'm sure I'd feel the same in your position.
I just wish I understood.
Um, how was Ruth when you dropped her off last night?
Fine.
I mean, she was, well, a bit down,
I suppose, what with the training being canceled.
You say, "down."
Yeah, but don't misunderstand me.
She was just disappointed.
You wouldn't say she was depressed?
What, Ruth?
Never.
Happy as Larry, no reason not to be.
Hmm, wish I could say the same about my kids, teenagers,
you know?
At that age, depression seems to be an inevitable part
of growing up.
When they're not depressed, It's always
as if there's something wrong.
I appreciate that you want to get at the truth.
No one wants that more than me.
But what I'm telling you is the truth.
See, I almost made sure that my girls were happy.
Ruth, well, what I always say to her is,
you got to think positive, no pratting
about thinking, what if?
You got to bloody go for it 100%.
And then nothing will go wrong.
[birds squawking]
[sniffles]
Is there anything else you need to know?
Has Sheena talked to you about last night?
No, nothing.
Would she mention any argument?
Why?
With Ruth?
Never.
They were twins, for god's sakes.
Nothing came between them.
What about boyfriends?
Ruth didn't have any time for boyfriends.
She was dedicated.
Not even Danny Whear?
Danny?
He's just a kid.
[waves crashing softly]
[thud]
COACH: Come on, work harder.
Come on, four more to go.
See if they can run it out of their systems.
This has been a real [inaudible] for everyone.
Are they all close friends?
Yes, and there's common ground.
Ruth?
No, Ruth was a different kettle of fish,
a bit of a loner.
Last night--
They were all here with me--
well, except for Ruth, of course.
Ruth's father said the training
session had been canceled.
No.
Oh, that's probably what she told him.
Why would she lie?
She couldn't bring herself to face the truth.
Which was?
I dropped her yesterday afternoon.
I thought she was the star of the show.
Yes, she was.
She was one of the best, if not the best
middle distance runners of her age I've ever met.
Then why drop her?
Because she was running herself into the ground.
But could I tell her that?
Oh, no.
Dad says I need all the training I can get.
I mean, what does he know?
He's a bloody fisherman.
So what exactly was happening?
I don't think she was eating right.
She was losing weight.
Her running was becoming ragged.
She'd lose concentration mid-race.
And once you do that, there's no going back.
And couldn't she see that?
Yes, of course she could.
But all that did was make her even more angry with herself.
So why did she carry on doing it?
Well, if I knew the answer to that, maybe
I could've done something about it.
But whatever it was, it was getting to her.
So I told her she should have a rest, take a couple of weeks
off.
She didn't agree?
No chance.
So I dropped her.
I thought it might bring her to her senses.
I'll never know now, will I?
You all right, Dan?
Get away from me.
You don't mean that.
Missing Ruthie, are we? - Leave me alone.
Is that what you're going to tell the coppers
when they come to arrest you?
DANNY WHEAR: What have you told them?
Only what we saw last night.
You didn't see nothing.
Oh, I think we did.
Didn't we, Cath?
[inaudible] you and Ruth were up to.
Shut up.
Too late, Dan.
Don't say we didn't warn you.
She looks so small.
[sighs]
Tests on the vital organs will take a little longer.
Hm.
Looks as though she happened to inhale the gas.
The bag killed her very quickly.
Small for her age, wasn't she?
Underdeveloped, yes, and anorexic.
Underneath those clothes, she was
not nothing but skin and bone.
Yeah, but she was a runner, wasn't she?
I mean, they're all pretty wiry, aren't they?
Oh, but I think there's more to it than that, Doug.
Seems to me she'd more or less given up on food altogether,
found a way of getting rid of it.
Vomiting?
No, no, her teeth are fine.
She was flushing it out.
Laxatives.
Yes, a very large quantity, melanosis coli,
discoloration on the inside of the large bowel.
He's not here.
Any idea where I might find him?
You think Danny killed her, don't you?
Just need to have a talk with him, Mr. Whear.
You're perfectly entitled to be present.
He's not here, haven't seen him all day.
Could I have a look in his room?
[birds squawking]
[doors close]
DI LANE: Detective Inspector Lane, DS Dixon.
Could we have a word?
What about?
I've already told you everything I know.
I think we've got something that belongs to you.
Yeah, like, can we, uh, do this at the station
and my wife, um--
Everything all right, Mick?
Yeah it's just the police.
They've got a couple of questions about last night.
I won't be long.
If you wanted to spend the night around at Matthew's, you
should've let your mother know.
No, no, no, she doesn't nag.
She worries.
I nag.
[chuckles] Well, at least it put a smile back on your face.
How do I know? I'm a detective.
That's how I know.
OK, then.
You go back to school, all right?
And I'll see you when I see you.
Yeah.
All right, bye.
[sighs]
[cell phone rings]
Wycliffe.
Yeah, I'll be right over.
It's, uh, just a bit of fun.
That's all.
DI LANE: Is that what you call it?
Well, some of the girls like writing letters.
Explicit letters, wouldn't you say?
Well, that's up to them.
And you encourage it?
What can I do?
How does your wife feel about that?
Well, she doesn't know.
How could she?
Hey now there, hang on.
I haven't laid a finger on any girl.
Just wishful thinking?
Are any of these letters from Ruth Penrose?
Oh, come on, give me some credit.
Oh, not your type.
Not exactly, no.
Sheena, is she your type?
Does she write you letters?
No.
But you wouldn't object if she did?
Look, I wasn't in the lab last night.
I didn't kill Ruth.
Anorexic.
No wonder Sheena and her look so different.
Well done, Dixon.
It's obvious now, isn't it?
We should've picked up on this earlier.
Yep.
DS DIXON: You don't get murdered, because you're
too thin, though, do you?
There were laxatives in the girls' bedroom.
They must have belonged to Ruth.
And Sheena would've known about them.
It might also mean that Ruth was unstable, perhaps suicidal.
Look, we know she did not kill herself.
Danny Whear, he's in there with her.
And he put a bag over her head.
But why?
Lucy, you better bring him in anyway.
And Andy, you have another word with Brandon.
What are we looking for, sir?
If I'm right, he must've been keeping an eye
on Sheena Penrose at the disco.
You don't think she had anything to do with it, do you?
[sighs deeply] Well, we know he danced with her.
If he was also sniffing around, he might have noticed if she'd,
uh, slipped out at any point.
Well, he didn't say that in his interview.
I know.
[phone ringing]
Doug.
Sir? DET.
SUPT.
WYCLIFFE: I think it's time I met Sheena Penrose.
Sir.
I made it yesterday.
You sure you won't have any, Superintendent?
No, thank you.
DI KERSEY: Thank you very much.
Excuse me a moment.
[running footsteps]
You're not having any cake?
I'm on a diet.
Ah.
So am I tomorrow.
Are you married, Doug?
No.
Girlfriend?
Nope.
Now you know why.
Why?
What about you, Sheena, boyfriend?
Go on, I'll bet you they're forever asking.
I'm not interested in the boys around here.
What about Ruth?
Danny Whear, he was always asking her out.
[cans clatter]
He's not back yet.
Anyway, he had nothing to do with that girl's death.
Still need to talk to him, Mr. Whear.
[plastic crinkling]
Try his hideout.
He's probably there, one of the caves by the beach.
[waves crashing softly]
[birds squawking]
Danny?
[sighs deeply]
"Dad, I'm sorry.
It wasn't my fault."
[clattering]
We found a note, Mr. Whear.
He didn't kill that girl.
He just took my keys to let her in the lab.
I guessed as much when I couldn't find them.
But I knew then that something was up, all those photographs.
Why do you think he cut them up?
Was Danny easily intimidated?
I think he was scared.
Because of what had happened to Ruth?
No.
I think someone phoned him.
After that, I don't--
Was he afraid someone might try and pin the blame on him?
You think he's dead, don't you?
We don't know that, Mr. Whear.
[metal clanging]
DS DIXON: This any use to you?
Try it.
[plastic crinkles]
[door closes, locks]
Must be the one, sir.
SYLVIA PLATH (ON CD): Jeez.
Gentlemen, ladies, these are my hands, my knees.
I may be skin and bone.
I may be Japanese.
Nevertheless, I am the same identical woman.
The first time it happened, I was 10.
It was an accident.
Doesn't that voice get on your nerves?
Mm-hmm.
Tell me, Sheena, which one of these poets
were you supposed to be right about?
Tattoos.
Only tattoos, huh?
Yeah.
Why?
No, no, no, no reason.
SYLVIA PLATH (ON CD): Dying is an art, like everything else.
DET.
SUPT.
WYCLIFFE: What's on your mind?
[sighs deeply] It's looking more
and more like he killed her.
Who, Danny?
Yeah, I know, but it doesn't feel right.
That note doesn't really tell us anything.
If he did do it, why not say so?
Mm.
What if it's some sort of suicide pact?
I don't think so.
His name has been linked with Ruth a lot.
Mm-hmm.
First, Sheena's friends and now Sheena.
Sounds very well rehearsed.
In that case, why has he disappeared?
Uh, Potter.
Sir?
Circulate Danny is missing force-wide.
Inform the Coast Guard too, sir?
DET. SUPT.
WYCLIFFE: Yep.
Any luck, Andy?
Well, according to his revised statement,
he's now saying that Sheena Penrose did leave
the disco for about 10 minutes.
I thought he might.
He says it was 9 o'clock.
So what difference does that make?
Ruth didn't leave until 9:30.
Not according to Brandon.
He said that Ruth must have left at least five
minutes before Sheena went out.
How could he so sure of the time that Sheena Left
Well, he'd been itching to dance with her all night.
She left, and he thought his luck was out.
He looked at his watch and thought of it
too early for him to go home.
Then she came back in, and, uh, he looked at his watch again.
Good work, Andy.
Lucy, you'd better get back to the girls.
Looks like they've been lying. [sighs]
DET. SUPT.
WYCLIFFE: Probably not the only ones.
That was in the bedroom as well.
I was reading one of Ruth's essays.
It's, um-- it's supposed to be about Ted Hughes.
But really, it's all about Sylvia Plath.
"Lady Lazarus."
Yeah.
That's suicide, isn't it?
Yeah.
Do you know how she died, Sylvia Plath?
No.
She gassed herself.
Really?
Hm.
Only from what I've read, she didn't mean it to happen.
She expected a visitor who didn't turn up in time.
You think that's what Ruth was doing in the lab then?
Well, there wasn't enough gas in the room to kill her.
Here.
Sir.
I think she was waiting for someone to find her.
[cup clatters]
Thank you.
When can we bury her?
Soon, I hope.
What does he want with our Sheena?
The truth, Joe.
My kids, when they get annoyed, quite often,
they do something to make a point, to make us sit up
and listen.
Is that what Ruth was doing, do you think, making a point?
I don't know.
I wasn't there.
No, no.
You were in the hall with your friends.
That's right.
These friends, they told us that Ruth left at 9:30.
Only, she was seen leaving after a row with you
just before 9:00.
Sheena?
They got it wrong.
Who did?
Your friends or these other people?
I don't know.
Oh, I think you do, Sheena.
I don't.
Very well.
What time did you leave?
After, when the police came.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, but, uh, what about earlier?
You just slipped out, didn't you,
alone, for about 10 minutes, just after Ruth left?
She probably went to the toilet, didn't you, love?
That's right.
And that's when I saw him hiding.
Who did you see?
Danny Whear.
He did it.
He's the one who killed her.
You sure about that?
Of course.
That's what we've been telling you, isn't it?
And that's probably why he's run away.
Maybe.
There's no maybe about it.
He's got the key.
Now what more do you want?
Sheena.
Look, love--
What's going on, eh?
I must inform the parents.
We're taking her in.
So she's acting a bit cool about it.
It's totally natural.
She knows about the key.
Sorry, Doug.
You say that running was more than just a hobby for Ruth?
Yeah, well, nothing else mattered.
It was her life.
Must've been a bit boring for the rest of you, though.
You said it.
She kept on winning things, trophies and all that,
always in the papers.
Did you think it was a bit strange when
she started to lose her form?
Not really.
Why?
Was something bothering her?
Well, she had just started and all that.
DI LANE: Her periods?
Why would that affect her running, though?
Well, she knew everything was changing, yeah, her body.
Cathy tried telling her it wouldn't make a difference.
But she won't believe her.
So what did she do?
Sheena told her a laxative would stop her periods.
So she started taking them.
Did it work?
It worked all right.
But it made her weak, so she couldn't run properly.
How many was she taking?
10 every day.
What was, um, Sheena's attitude towards all this?
She thought it was funny.
In what way?
She started teasing her, told everybody
Ruth was a boy, really.
That's why she didn't look like the rest of us.
How did you feel about that?
Nothing I could do.
Do you always do what Sheena tells you to do?
Sometimes.
Have you been threatening Danny Whear
because Sheena told you to?
Beth?
I've told you everything I know, all right?
[door closes]
I want the truth this time, Cathy.
[sobbing softly]
What did you do to Danny?
[sobbing] Sheena said he killed Ruth.
So what did you do?
We found him and told him we knew.
And then what?
We put the key in his jacket.
[sobbing]
So they're saying Sheena told them to put the key there?
Yeah. Great, thank you.
Danny Whear's been picked up, sir.
[click]
Is he OK?
Yeah, well, he's hungry.
They caught him trying to nick a packet
of crisps in a service station.
Thank God for that.
Hm.
Make sure he gets home safe, Doug.
Sir.
DI LANE: You've been putting Danny under a great deal
of pressure, haven't you?
It was just a joke.
What about Ruth?
Why were you bullying her, Sheena?
Because that's what it was.
Because I was jealous, OK?
Jealous of her success?
No.
I wasn't interested in all that, even though I was sick of you.
All the time, Ruth this and Ruth that,
always telling her to think positive, day in and day out.
Well, that's what I did last night, Dad, think positive.
Only this time it was me and not her.
Sheena.
All right, OK, let's just all calm down.
[sighs]
Tell us what happened last night.
We had a row.
She never wanted to go to the disco.
She only did it to get back at me.
What was the row about?
Just the way she looked.
She had this old jumper of Dad's on, scruffy jeans.
I told her she looked like some bag woman
and should go live in the gutter where she belonged.
Do you think was a bit harsh?
She was winding me up, yeah?
You say that you weren't jealous of Ruth's success.
What were you jealous of?
The way she looked.
Just now, you said she looked--
You mean her body, don't you?
She had the build you'd always wanted.
All she could ever think about was running and training.
And I could never get myself that thin.
I hated her for it.
So you made her life a misery.
As best I could, yes.
Why did Ruth go out to the lab?
She said she was going to put a bomb under us,
so always trying to wind me up.
So what happened?
I didn't know what she was going to do
or that she'd better meet me up there in five minutes crap.
DI LANE: And when you got there?
Nothing, couldn't see her.
Then I heard the gas was on, went to the back,
cupboard was open, and there she was, feet sticking out,
face buried in the corner, eyes shut, pretending to be dead.
How did you know she was just pretending?
I could see her eyelids moving.
You could see that through the bag?
No.
This was before.
What do you mean, Sheena?
Before I put the bag over her head.
I had a look around, saw this plastic back and thought, yeah,
why not?
What did you do?
Put it over her head.
You put the bag over Ruth's head?
And you knew she wasn't dead, just pretending?
Yeah.
I thought, that would teach her to play safe, buggers.
I locked the cupboard and took the key.
[chuckles softly] It was easy.
Sheena Penrose, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Ruth Penrose.
You don't have to say anything.
But it may harm your defense if you
do not mention when questioned something
you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
DI LANE: Hi, it's me.
No, no, no, I'm leaving now.
Yeah.
No, but, uh-- have you eaten yet?
I could pick up a Chinese on the way.
OK.
I better go.
Yeah. All right.
Yeah?
I'll just meet you in a minute.
Bye.
[click]
Yeah.
Good night.
I'll be home in plenty of time for the football.
Don't you worry, if you're not planning on going anywhere,
that is.
OK?
All right, then.
Bye.
OK, Doug?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Yeah, yeah.
[door closes]
[theme music]
[music playing]
Love, rain down on me, see it, just want to be there.
Love don't go [inaudible] leave it and you'll receive it.
Love, let it rain.
Love, let it rain.
Love, let it rain.
Love, let it rain.
Love, let it rain.
Love, let it rain.
Love, let it rain.
Love, let it rain.
Love, let it rain.
Love, let it rain.
Love, let it rain.
Love, let it rain.
Love, let it rain.
Love, let it rain.
Love, let it rain.
Love, let it rain.
Love.
DJ: Here we go, start slowing things right down now,
Wet, Wet, Wet and "Julia Says."
You dancing that, sir?
If you're asking, Sheena.
[MUSIC - WET, WET, WET, "JULIA SAYS"]
--my life was standing still.
Who's sorry now?
It's funny how I didn't notice.
She's got a nerve.
Exactly.
[muffled music playing]
[door opens]
[alarm sounds]
[exhales sharply]
[drawer clatters]
[rattling]
[alarm wails]
[camera shutter clicking]
What did the caretaker say?
He was doing his rounds.
Ready to move her?
I mean, let's give the kid a bit of dignity, eh?
What about Wycliffe?
Yeah, OK.
I'll go and see if he's here.
[exhales]
[camera shutter clicks]
DET. SUPT.
WYCLIFFE: Do we know who she is?
Yes, um, Ruth Penrose, aged 16.
16.
Mm-hmm.
Apparently, she was here for the disco with her twin sister.
Caretaker found her.
What's the smell?
Her bowels and a touch of. gas.
It doesn't look like suicide.
FRANKS: It can't be.
The cover we found her in was locked, and the key is missing.
Asphyxia.
Judging by the distress on her face, it was a bag of the gas.
Any signs of assault in any way?
Well, certainly, there are signs of some struggle.
Her knuckles are grazed.
There may be some bruising to her body.
I don't know yet.
What about the caretaker?
He, uh, lives on the premises with his son.
All right, what's his name?
Uh, Whear, Alan Whear?
Weir?
Alan Whear.
Poor kid.
Well, I'll move her out of your way.
I, uh-- I'm just going to get some, uh--
[coughs]
[loud chatter]
But, uh--
ALAN WHEAR: Or maybe the [inaudible]..
[phone ringing]
Danny, will you get that?
Hello?
What do you mean, you saw me?
[phone rattles]
[door closes]
You OK?
[phone ringing]
You wouldn't think they were twins by looking at them,
would you?
[sighs] I'm running through the list, sir,
everyone we checked out at the hall,
223 names, including staff.
[phone ringing]
We've arranged for them to come
to the hall tomorrow morning, 9 o'clock, to give statements.
Right.
Can you make sure there are a dozen officers ready to conduct
these interviews?
Proformas first, names and addresses, dates of birth,
movements this evening, any involvement with the dead girl.
- Right, sir. - Doug.
Yeah?
I think you should go see the family.
Make sure that everything that needs to be done, uh--
Is done.
Yeah.
Lucy, can you go and talk with the caretaker now?
I don't want to give him to much time to dwell on things.
Right.
I wonder why he wants me to do that.
It's not as if I'm a family-type man, am I?
I think that's exactly why he wants you there, Doug.
Eh?
It's going to be very emotional.
Yeah.
Howie, come on.
Excuse me.
Hello?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah?
Well, you know what he's been like recently.
Uh-huh.
Look, give him another hour, and if he still hasn't come home,
call me.
All right?
Look, love, he's just probably trying to prove something.
Yeah.
[chuckles] All right.
All right.
[doorbell rings]
[door opens]
Mr. Whear?
Detective Inspector Lane.
Can I have a word?
Tea?
Thank you.
[sighs] Mr. Whear, how do you explain Ruth getting
into the lab if you say the door was locked
the first time you checked it?
Can't explain it, unless Mick Brandon went up there.
Mick Brandon?
Physics teacher.
Why would he want to be up there while the disco was on?
Maybe he needed a bit of privacy.
Would Mr. Brandon have a key to the cupboard?
No.
Those cupboards are never locked.
Most of them don't even have keys.
Well, this one obviously did.
[sighs]
I wish Danny would take his homework to his room.
Is he at this school?
ALAN WHEAR: Yeah.
Was Danny at the disco?
He may have been hanging around.
He's only 14, and it was for the older kids who
had just finished their exams.
Can I have a quick word with him?
It's nearly midnight.
A child has been murdered, Mr. Whear.
[sighs]
ALAN WHEAR: Dan?
[clatter]
This policewoman wants to talk to you.
Hello, Danny.
I'll go tidy up that mess in the living room, eh?
No, it's OK.
I'd rather you stayed.
DI LANE: Has your dad told you what's happened, Danny?
Did you know Ruth Penrose?
He's what you call the strong, silent type.
How did you come to know her, Danny?
Because she's a bit older than you, isn't she?
Athletics team.
Was she a close friend?
OK.
You're probably a bit tired.
I'll-- I'll come back tomorrow.
[door closes]
How many sets of keys do you have for the main doors?
Two.
[keys jingling]
[drawer opens]
[paper rustling]
[drawer closes]
Hang on a minute.
[sighs]
[exhales sharply]
[sips]
Oh, god.
Mick?
That the physics teacher?
Don't mind If I take these with me, do you?
[tv playing]
[chatter]
Joe.
Thank you.
You've been very kind.
[sniffles]
Go on, girl, push, push.
Turn that thing off, Joe.
That's what she should've been doing
tonight, not bloody dancing.
[click]
Mr. Penrose, um, I know you must be, um--
Do you?
Please, Joe.
She should've been training tonight, only is was canceled.
That's why she went to the disco.
And I took her there myself in the car.
Well, you think they'll be safe enough in school.
Yeah, um, if there's anything you want to, uh, ask me,
please--
I thought that was your job, Inspector.
Joe.
No, I mean, uh, if there's something you want to know,
like what happens next, or if you want to see Ruth.
No, not like that.
I think I would like to see.
OK.
You wouldn't think they were twins, would you, eh?
Chalk and cheese, couldn't agree on a thing.
This may sound a ridiculous question, but do you know,
has Ruth fallen out with anybody recently?
Why, Ruth?
Quiet as a mouse.
Why she wanted to go to the bloody disco--
Should've seen Sheena's face when Ruth came
down in Joe's old black jumper.
You can't go looking like that.
Well, that hardly matters now, does it?
DI KERSEY: So why do you think she did decide to go?
I mean, do you think she could have been meeting someone?
What, Ruthie?
No.
You could get two words out of her at the best of times.
I can't believe that she'd have struck up
with anyone and certainly no boy,
if that's what you're thinking.
Would it be all right if I, uh--
went through some of her things, you know, um, schoolbooks,
nothing too personal?
Is that OK?
Please do.
Thank you.
Will you try not to wake Sheena?
She's in our room.
She couldn't sleep in her own bed, not tonight.
OK, thank you.
[sniffles] Oh.
Why?
[sobbing]
[click]
[sighs deeply]
Oh.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I wake you?
Can't sleep.
[sighs]
Is this yours?
No, Ruth borrowed it from her English teacher for an essay
she was writing.
Oh.
Boring, she liked it, though, listened to it all the time.
Maybe I should give it a go, eh?
If you want.
DI KERSEY: How about the CDs?
Mine.
Ruth not into pop music?
Uh, I'm sorry, Sheena.
I didn't mean to upset you.
Um, it's, uh-- it's just I need to know about Ruth to find
out what happened tonight.
[sniffles] I don't know.
She said she was going home.
DI KERSEY: Mm-hmm.
[sniffles] I just let her go.
I didn't-- [crying] - No, you're OK.
You're OK.
You're--
[sobbing]
Um--
Well, where was he?
Look, I'm still going to want a word with him, though.
No tell him I'm not angry.
He's made his point, OK?
Look, love, I better go.
I'll ring you back from the hotel, OK?
Bye.
Problems, eh?
Hm.
Tell me, Ian, when you were 15, did you ever
threaten to stay out all night?
No, sir.
Have you spoken to Whear?
[plastic crinkling]
[sighs] And I found these letters.
They were with Danny's schoolbooks.
Mick?
Could be the physics teacher, Mick Brandon.
How did Danny get ahold of these?
Whear claims he found them in the yard.
Anything else?
Apparently, Danny used to belong to the same athletics
club as Ruth.
Hmm.
OK, see what you can find out from Ruth's friends
in the morning.
See if Danny Whear's name comes up.
[indistinct chatter]
[paper rustling]
Lost something?
Who are you?
Detective Superintendent Wycliffe.
And you?
Uh, Mick Brandon.
This is my lab.
How'd you get in here?
[keys jingling]
Uh, they're my keys.
For the moment, this is a sealed area.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Do you have spare keys for the cupboard?
No.
Oh, only, um, this one, the tall one.
[keys jingling]
What about this cupboard here?
[thud]
No, none of the other cupboards have keys.
But I think that one did have one in it.
What's so important that you have to be here the morning
after one of your pupils is found murdered?
Just some paperwork, nothing important, it can wait.
Yesterday afternoon, did you lock up after you?
Yeah, always.
Look, I'm sorry about what happened last night.
But I've already given my statement.
So if you'll excuse me.
[drawer closes]
Try and keep your eyes open.
There's a good lad.
[chair clatters]
The reason why I've brought you from the hall
is I understand you're one of Ruth's friends?
I know this must be difficult for you,
but I need to know what happened last night.
Nothing.
Was Ruth with you at the disco?
Do you remember what time she left?
9:30.
I remember looking at the clock, because Sheena had just
gone to dance with Mr. Brandon.
What was so special about that?
Everyone wants to dance with Mr. Brandon.
Ruth had just left.
We all thought, typical of her missing out on the action.
Did she say where she was going?
Home.
I think she was bored.
Either that, or she was meeting someone.
Did she say who?
I don't want to get no one into any trouble.
No time for secrets, Beth.
OK, Danny.
Maybe she was meeting Danny Whear.
[waves crashing softly]
[paper rustling]
DET.
SUPT.
WYCLIFFE: According to Franks, she wasn't necessarily
forced into the cupboard.
There are signs of struggle, probably
from when the, uh-- the bag was placed over her head.
What was the point of putting the gas on?
Or maybe it was an assisted suicide.
Unlikely.
That physics teacher Brandon did say she looked miserable.
DS DIXON: Probably after the row with Sheena.
Hmm, what row?
Oh, some of the older boys saw them arguing.
DET. SUPT.
WYCLIFFE: What about her friends?
According to them, everything's fine.
Doug?
Well, the mother told me that the twins couldn't
agree on anything, mind you, the look she got from Mr. Penrose.
What sort of a look?
Well, he obviously wasn't chuffed
at her saying that, was he?
Then we should be looking at whatever it
is he doesn't want us to see.
[birds squawking]
I couldn't stay in that house a minute longer.
So I thought I'd come here, work, do
some patching up on the boat.
[sniffles] Only, when I got here, I couldn't.
I don't want to be at home.
I don't want to be here.
I don't know where I want to be.
I just feel like hitting someone.
[sniffles]
You've got every right to be angry, Mr. Penrose.
I'm sure I'd feel the same in your position.
I just wish I understood.
Um, how was Ruth when you dropped her off last night?
Fine.
I mean, she was, well, a bit down,
I suppose, what with the training being canceled.
You say, "down."
Yeah, but don't misunderstand me.
She was just disappointed.
You wouldn't say she was depressed?
What, Ruth?
Never.
Happy as Larry, no reason not to be.
Hmm, wish I could say the same about my kids, teenagers,
you know?
At that age, depression seems to be an inevitable part
of growing up.
When they're not depressed, It's always
as if there's something wrong.
I appreciate that you want to get at the truth.
No one wants that more than me.
But what I'm telling you is the truth.
See, I almost made sure that my girls were happy.
Ruth, well, what I always say to her is,
you got to think positive, no pratting
about thinking, what if?
You got to bloody go for it 100%.
And then nothing will go wrong.
[birds squawking]
[sniffles]
Is there anything else you need to know?
Has Sheena talked to you about last night?
No, nothing.
Would she mention any argument?
Why?
With Ruth?
Never.
They were twins, for god's sakes.
Nothing came between them.
What about boyfriends?
Ruth didn't have any time for boyfriends.
She was dedicated.
Not even Danny Whear?
Danny?
He's just a kid.
[waves crashing softly]
[thud]
COACH: Come on, work harder.
Come on, four more to go.
See if they can run it out of their systems.
This has been a real [inaudible] for everyone.
Are they all close friends?
Yes, and there's common ground.
Ruth?
No, Ruth was a different kettle of fish,
a bit of a loner.
Last night--
They were all here with me--
well, except for Ruth, of course.
Ruth's father said the training
session had been canceled.
No.
Oh, that's probably what she told him.
Why would she lie?
She couldn't bring herself to face the truth.
Which was?
I dropped her yesterday afternoon.
I thought she was the star of the show.
Yes, she was.
She was one of the best, if not the best
middle distance runners of her age I've ever met.
Then why drop her?
Because she was running herself into the ground.
But could I tell her that?
Oh, no.
Dad says I need all the training I can get.
I mean, what does he know?
He's a bloody fisherman.
So what exactly was happening?
I don't think she was eating right.
She was losing weight.
Her running was becoming ragged.
She'd lose concentration mid-race.
And once you do that, there's no going back.
And couldn't she see that?
Yes, of course she could.
But all that did was make her even more angry with herself.
So why did she carry on doing it?
Well, if I knew the answer to that, maybe
I could've done something about it.
But whatever it was, it was getting to her.
So I told her she should have a rest, take a couple of weeks
off.
She didn't agree?
No chance.
So I dropped her.
I thought it might bring her to her senses.
I'll never know now, will I?
You all right, Dan?
Get away from me.
You don't mean that.
Missing Ruthie, are we? - Leave me alone.
Is that what you're going to tell the coppers
when they come to arrest you?
DANNY WHEAR: What have you told them?
Only what we saw last night.
You didn't see nothing.
Oh, I think we did.
Didn't we, Cath?
[inaudible] you and Ruth were up to.
Shut up.
Too late, Dan.
Don't say we didn't warn you.
She looks so small.
[sighs]
Tests on the vital organs will take a little longer.
Hm.
Looks as though she happened to inhale the gas.
The bag killed her very quickly.
Small for her age, wasn't she?
Underdeveloped, yes, and anorexic.
Underneath those clothes, she was
not nothing but skin and bone.
Yeah, but she was a runner, wasn't she?
I mean, they're all pretty wiry, aren't they?
Oh, but I think there's more to it than that, Doug.
Seems to me she'd more or less given up on food altogether,
found a way of getting rid of it.
Vomiting?
No, no, her teeth are fine.
She was flushing it out.
Laxatives.
Yes, a very large quantity, melanosis coli,
discoloration on the inside of the large bowel.
He's not here.
Any idea where I might find him?
You think Danny killed her, don't you?
Just need to have a talk with him, Mr. Whear.
You're perfectly entitled to be present.
He's not here, haven't seen him all day.
Could I have a look in his room?
[birds squawking]
[doors close]
DI LANE: Detective Inspector Lane, DS Dixon.
Could we have a word?
What about?
I've already told you everything I know.
I think we've got something that belongs to you.
Yeah, like, can we, uh, do this at the station
and my wife, um--
Everything all right, Mick?
Yeah it's just the police.
They've got a couple of questions about last night.
I won't be long.
If you wanted to spend the night around at Matthew's, you
should've let your mother know.
No, no, no, she doesn't nag.
She worries.
I nag.
[chuckles] Well, at least it put a smile back on your face.
How do I know? I'm a detective.
That's how I know.
OK, then.
You go back to school, all right?
And I'll see you when I see you.
Yeah.
All right, bye.
[sighs]
[cell phone rings]
Wycliffe.
Yeah, I'll be right over.
It's, uh, just a bit of fun.
That's all.
DI LANE: Is that what you call it?
Well, some of the girls like writing letters.
Explicit letters, wouldn't you say?
Well, that's up to them.
And you encourage it?
What can I do?
How does your wife feel about that?
Well, she doesn't know.
How could she?
Hey now there, hang on.
I haven't laid a finger on any girl.
Just wishful thinking?
Are any of these letters from Ruth Penrose?
Oh, come on, give me some credit.
Oh, not your type.
Not exactly, no.
Sheena, is she your type?
Does she write you letters?
No.
But you wouldn't object if she did?
Look, I wasn't in the lab last night.
I didn't kill Ruth.
Anorexic.
No wonder Sheena and her look so different.
Well done, Dixon.
It's obvious now, isn't it?
We should've picked up on this earlier.
Yep.
DS DIXON: You don't get murdered, because you're
too thin, though, do you?
There were laxatives in the girls' bedroom.
They must have belonged to Ruth.
And Sheena would've known about them.
It might also mean that Ruth was unstable, perhaps suicidal.
Look, we know she did not kill herself.
Danny Whear, he's in there with her.
And he put a bag over her head.
But why?
Lucy, you better bring him in anyway.
And Andy, you have another word with Brandon.
What are we looking for, sir?
If I'm right, he must've been keeping an eye
on Sheena Penrose at the disco.
You don't think she had anything to do with it, do you?
[sighs deeply] Well, we know he danced with her.
If he was also sniffing around, he might have noticed if she'd,
uh, slipped out at any point.
Well, he didn't say that in his interview.
I know.
[phone ringing]
Doug.
Sir? DET.
SUPT.
WYCLIFFE: I think it's time I met Sheena Penrose.
Sir.
I made it yesterday.
You sure you won't have any, Superintendent?
No, thank you.
DI KERSEY: Thank you very much.
Excuse me a moment.
[running footsteps]
You're not having any cake?
I'm on a diet.
Ah.
So am I tomorrow.
Are you married, Doug?
No.
Girlfriend?
Nope.
Now you know why.
Why?
What about you, Sheena, boyfriend?
Go on, I'll bet you they're forever asking.
I'm not interested in the boys around here.
What about Ruth?
Danny Whear, he was always asking her out.
[cans clatter]
He's not back yet.
Anyway, he had nothing to do with that girl's death.
Still need to talk to him, Mr. Whear.
[plastic crinkling]
Try his hideout.
He's probably there, one of the caves by the beach.
[waves crashing softly]
[birds squawking]
Danny?
[sighs deeply]
"Dad, I'm sorry.
It wasn't my fault."
[clattering]
We found a note, Mr. Whear.
He didn't kill that girl.
He just took my keys to let her in the lab.
I guessed as much when I couldn't find them.
But I knew then that something was up, all those photographs.
Why do you think he cut them up?
Was Danny easily intimidated?
I think he was scared.
Because of what had happened to Ruth?
No.
I think someone phoned him.
After that, I don't--
Was he afraid someone might try and pin the blame on him?
You think he's dead, don't you?
We don't know that, Mr. Whear.
[metal clanging]
DS DIXON: This any use to you?
Try it.
[plastic crinkles]
[door closes, locks]
Must be the one, sir.
SYLVIA PLATH (ON CD): Jeez.
Gentlemen, ladies, these are my hands, my knees.
I may be skin and bone.
I may be Japanese.
Nevertheless, I am the same identical woman.
The first time it happened, I was 10.
It was an accident.
Doesn't that voice get on your nerves?
Mm-hmm.
Tell me, Sheena, which one of these poets
were you supposed to be right about?
Tattoos.
Only tattoos, huh?
Yeah.
Why?
No, no, no, no reason.
SYLVIA PLATH (ON CD): Dying is an art, like everything else.
DET.
SUPT.
WYCLIFFE: What's on your mind?
[sighs deeply] It's looking more
and more like he killed her.
Who, Danny?
Yeah, I know, but it doesn't feel right.
That note doesn't really tell us anything.
If he did do it, why not say so?
Mm.
What if it's some sort of suicide pact?
I don't think so.
His name has been linked with Ruth a lot.
Mm-hmm.
First, Sheena's friends and now Sheena.
Sounds very well rehearsed.
In that case, why has he disappeared?
Uh, Potter.
Sir?
Circulate Danny is missing force-wide.
Inform the Coast Guard too, sir?
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WYCLIFFE: Yep.
Any luck, Andy?
Well, according to his revised statement,
he's now saying that Sheena Penrose did leave
the disco for about 10 minutes.
I thought he might.
He says it was 9 o'clock.
So what difference does that make?
Ruth didn't leave until 9:30.
Not according to Brandon.
He said that Ruth must have left at least five
minutes before Sheena went out.
How could he so sure of the time that Sheena Left
Well, he'd been itching to dance with her all night.
She left, and he thought his luck was out.
He looked at his watch and thought of it
too early for him to go home.
Then she came back in, and, uh, he looked at his watch again.
Good work, Andy.
Lucy, you'd better get back to the girls.
Looks like they've been lying. [sighs]
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WYCLIFFE: Probably not the only ones.
That was in the bedroom as well.
I was reading one of Ruth's essays.
It's, um-- it's supposed to be about Ted Hughes.
But really, it's all about Sylvia Plath.
"Lady Lazarus."
Yeah.
That's suicide, isn't it?
Yeah.
Do you know how she died, Sylvia Plath?
No.
She gassed herself.
Really?
Hm.
Only from what I've read, she didn't mean it to happen.
She expected a visitor who didn't turn up in time.
You think that's what Ruth was doing in the lab then?
Well, there wasn't enough gas in the room to kill her.
Here.
Sir.
I think she was waiting for someone to find her.
[cup clatters]
Thank you.
When can we bury her?
Soon, I hope.
What does he want with our Sheena?
The truth, Joe.
My kids, when they get annoyed, quite often,
they do something to make a point, to make us sit up
and listen.
Is that what Ruth was doing, do you think, making a point?
I don't know.
I wasn't there.
No, no.
You were in the hall with your friends.
That's right.
These friends, they told us that Ruth left at 9:30.
Only, she was seen leaving after a row with you
just before 9:00.
Sheena?
They got it wrong.
Who did?
Your friends or these other people?
I don't know.
Oh, I think you do, Sheena.
I don't.
Very well.
What time did you leave?
After, when the police came.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, but, uh, what about earlier?
You just slipped out, didn't you,
alone, for about 10 minutes, just after Ruth left?
She probably went to the toilet, didn't you, love?
That's right.
And that's when I saw him hiding.
Who did you see?
Danny Whear.
He did it.
He's the one who killed her.
You sure about that?
Of course.
That's what we've been telling you, isn't it?
And that's probably why he's run away.
Maybe.
There's no maybe about it.
He's got the key.
Now what more do you want?
Sheena.
Look, love--
What's going on, eh?
I must inform the parents.
We're taking her in.
So she's acting a bit cool about it.
It's totally natural.
She knows about the key.
Sorry, Doug.
You say that running was more than just a hobby for Ruth?
Yeah, well, nothing else mattered.
It was her life.
Must've been a bit boring for the rest of you, though.
You said it.
She kept on winning things, trophies and all that,
always in the papers.
Did you think it was a bit strange when
she started to lose her form?
Not really.
Why?
Was something bothering her?
Well, she had just started and all that.
DI LANE: Her periods?
Why would that affect her running, though?
Well, she knew everything was changing, yeah, her body.
Cathy tried telling her it wouldn't make a difference.
But she won't believe her.
So what did she do?
Sheena told her a laxative would stop her periods.
So she started taking them.
Did it work?
It worked all right.
But it made her weak, so she couldn't run properly.
How many was she taking?
10 every day.
What was, um, Sheena's attitude towards all this?
She thought it was funny.
In what way?
She started teasing her, told everybody
Ruth was a boy, really.
That's why she didn't look like the rest of us.
How did you feel about that?
Nothing I could do.
Do you always do what Sheena tells you to do?
Sometimes.
Have you been threatening Danny Whear
because Sheena told you to?
Beth?
I've told you everything I know, all right?
[door closes]
I want the truth this time, Cathy.
[sobbing softly]
What did you do to Danny?
[sobbing] Sheena said he killed Ruth.
So what did you do?
We found him and told him we knew.
And then what?
We put the key in his jacket.
[sobbing]
So they're saying Sheena told them to put the key there?
Yeah. Great, thank you.
Danny Whear's been picked up, sir.
[click]
Is he OK?
Yeah, well, he's hungry.
They caught him trying to nick a packet
of crisps in a service station.
Thank God for that.
Hm.
Make sure he gets home safe, Doug.
Sir.
DI LANE: You've been putting Danny under a great deal
of pressure, haven't you?
It was just a joke.
What about Ruth?
Why were you bullying her, Sheena?
Because that's what it was.
Because I was jealous, OK?
Jealous of her success?
No.
I wasn't interested in all that, even though I was sick of you.
All the time, Ruth this and Ruth that,
always telling her to think positive, day in and day out.
Well, that's what I did last night, Dad, think positive.
Only this time it was me and not her.
Sheena.
All right, OK, let's just all calm down.
[sighs]
Tell us what happened last night.
We had a row.
She never wanted to go to the disco.
She only did it to get back at me.
What was the row about?
Just the way she looked.
She had this old jumper of Dad's on, scruffy jeans.
I told her she looked like some bag woman
and should go live in the gutter where she belonged.
Do you think was a bit harsh?
She was winding me up, yeah?
You say that you weren't jealous of Ruth's success.
What were you jealous of?
The way she looked.
Just now, you said she looked--
You mean her body, don't you?
She had the build you'd always wanted.
All she could ever think about was running and training.
And I could never get myself that thin.
I hated her for it.
So you made her life a misery.
As best I could, yes.
Why did Ruth go out to the lab?
She said she was going to put a bomb under us,
so always trying to wind me up.
So what happened?
I didn't know what she was going to do
or that she'd better meet me up there in five minutes crap.
DI LANE: And when you got there?
Nothing, couldn't see her.
Then I heard the gas was on, went to the back,
cupboard was open, and there she was, feet sticking out,
face buried in the corner, eyes shut, pretending to be dead.
How did you know she was just pretending?
I could see her eyelids moving.
You could see that through the bag?
No.
This was before.
What do you mean, Sheena?
Before I put the bag over her head.
I had a look around, saw this plastic back and thought, yeah,
why not?
What did you do?
Put it over her head.
You put the bag over Ruth's head?
And you knew she wasn't dead, just pretending?
Yeah.
I thought, that would teach her to play safe, buggers.
I locked the cupboard and took the key.
[chuckles softly] It was easy.
Sheena Penrose, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Ruth Penrose.
You don't have to say anything.
But it may harm your defense if you
do not mention when questioned something
you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
DI LANE: Hi, it's me.
No, no, no, I'm leaving now.
Yeah.
No, but, uh-- have you eaten yet?
I could pick up a Chinese on the way.
OK.
I better go.
Yeah. All right.
Yeah?
I'll just meet you in a minute.
Bye.
[click]
Yeah.
Good night.
I'll be home in plenty of time for the football.
Don't you worry, if you're not planning on going anywhere,
that is.
OK?
All right, then.
Bye.
OK, Doug?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Yeah, yeah.
[door closes]
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