Wycliffe (1994–…): Season 3, Episode 6 - Faith - full transcript

[MUSIC - NIGEL HESS, "WYCLIFFE THEME"]

[cult chanting]

WOMEN: Earth. MEN: Mother.

WOMEN: Air. MEN: Father.

WOMEN: Fire. MEN: Son.

WOMEN: Water. MEN: Earth.

WOMEN: Mother. MEN: Air.

WOMEN: Father. MEN: Fire.

WOMEN: Son. MEN: Water.

WOMEN: Daughter.

[chant continues]



[chant ends]

And now, bring in the child.

[ominous music swells]

[birds cawing]

So where is he supposed to be picking us up?

Said he'd meet us at the door.

I dunno why we're all dressed up like this.

He's only a flaming trumpet player.

We had a laugh with him last year, didn't we?

I hope he's got a heater, though--

I'm freezing out here.

Listen, I know he's nice, and all that,

but well, you don't think he's a perv, do ya?

No.



Anyway, what if he is?

He's got a nice bum, though.

[girls chuckling]

[clicks tongue]

Maybe he meant round the front.

Yeah.

Come on.

[bird hooting]

What if he's not coming?

Oh, patience, girl.

[birds twittering]

What are you doing that for?

Told you, I'm bloody cold.

But it might belong to someone.

Oh, don't be so daft, Nikki.

It's probably been left here for some charity or--

or jumble sale, or something.

I suppose.

[leanne huffs]

Go on then, pass one here.

[grim music]

What is it?

Shit.

[distant siren wailing]

[siren dies]

What's going on here?

Sorry, sir-- you can't come any further.

Well, I've come to do the flowers.

I'm afraid that won't be possible.

(STAMMERS) But this is my church--

I'm sorry, but--

(PETULANTLY) Why is he allowed in?

He's important.

[RADIO CHATTER, QUIET CONVERSATION]

LANE: I think you should both go home.

[inaudible]

How old?

A week, maybe.

I'd say 10 days at the outside.

[inaudible] A boy or girl?

Girl.

[RADIO CHATTER, QUIET CONVERSATION]

[camera shutter clicking]

What were they doing hanging round here?

Waiting for a friend.

I'm sorry I missed the party.

[box scraping]

Strangled?

Hm.

The whites of the eyes are ruptured.

You can see the faint red points.

Petechial hemorrhage.

How long has she been dead?

24 hours, maybe less.

Are there any signs of assault?

No.

Close her eyes, and she looks perfect.

She wouldn't have suffered for long, then.

No.

It was very quick.

Small mercies, eh?

[bird cawing]

Well.

Wouldn't be too difficult to trace the parents.

We haven't had any reports of a missing baby,

so it's probably the parents that left her there.

Probably assuming a church would be the safest place.

The body would be looked after.

Doug, could you set up a press conference?

Yeah.

And then make sure we got enough manpower

to cover the phones.

Lucy?

Check the local hospitals' records of recent births.

Sir.

I've uh, got a brand name on the blanket--

Happy Tots. - Good.

Well, see if you can trace 'em.

Find out where they came from, what branch.

What if the baby isn't from Cornwall, been brought

here from just about anywhere? - Not from Cornwall?

But why go to all the trouble, then?

Why not take her to the nearest church?

Well, maybe this is the nearest church.

Either that, or we got a nationwide search on our hands.

Let's just make sure we've got all the angles

covered here, shall we, before we

start jumping to conclusions.

[phone trilling]

Excuse me.

Wycliffe.

Helen, is that you?

No, no, no.

No, I can't.

I'm right in the middle of a--

the car?

I thought David was--

Yeah. - Worth checking it out--

Yeah--

Look, um-- if it isn't the battery, well,

you better call somebody out.

[detectives conversing quietly]

OK.

Um.

What time are they due at the station?

[train clacking and whirring]

Charlie!

[men laughing]

Oh!

Good to see you, Charlie.

And you, Bill.

Um.

Is Joyce not with you?

Huh?

Hey, look, I'm sorry we couldn't make your party.

You know what bloody schools are, these days.

Don't have to tell me.

I get enough of that from Helen.

[chuckling]

Well.

Here we are, then.

So-- Happy Anniversary!

[men chuckling]

What are we going to do with your father, Kate?

Same as usual, mate.

Just take him to the nearest pub, and all that jazz.

Ruth's still in France, eh, Kate?

But she's due back tomorrow.

So, what have we got first, then?

That lunchtime gig at the Bloom Hill was great last year.

Oh, I'm sorry, Bill, but um--

I've got to drop you straight off at the house.

What, you're not going back to the office?

Yeah.

I've got a press conference.

Nothing serious, is it?

I'm afraid so.

[QUIET CHATTER, TELEPHONES TRILLING]

Yeah, a blue and white check with a red stripe.

Yeah, yeah. That'll be it.

KERSEY: Yeah, OK--

Dr. Deaton, a baby is dead, and it's urgent

that we trace the mother.

Yeah, OK. Thanks.

Bye.

Thank you.

Shit.

Uh.

These blankets-- I don't think we're gonna have much luck.

Nothing at all?

According to the head office of the store,

those are the colors that were on sale last year.

Every branch throughout the country.

[groans] Well, you better get on to those baby clothes, then.

How are you getting on, Dixon?

Well, we've got all the files on the local hospitals,

and um, we're just drawing up a list of all the local GPs.

Right.

Any luck?

Nothing.

[door clacking shut]

[birdsong]

Where's Joyce?

Home, I expect.

You don't think anything's wrong, do you?

I wouldn't have thought so.

It's school holidays.

If Bill and Kate are here, why not Joyce?

(IRRITATED) I don't know-- ask them.

I can't do that!

Well, then play it by ear.

If something has gone wrong, I'm sure he'll

tell us in his own time.

[bike clanking]

You've given him my room.

(SNIDELY) Well, thanks very much.

This happens every year-- it's not fair.

[footsteps echoing on stairs]

[gentle knocking]

Everything all right?

Hey.

[kate sobbing]

Hey.

Hey, come on, love.

It'll be all right.

It's all right.

WYCLIFFE: We found the body of a child

abandoned outside St. Catherine's

Church at 12 o'clock midday.

As yet, we don't know the identity of the child

or the cause of death.

I've called this press conference

so that someone who might know this child or the parents

can come forward and help us with our inquiries.

You've got no leads, then?

At the moment, there are no other details.

MALE REPORTER: Do you know how old the child is?

Approximately 10 days.

REPORTER: Can you tell us what sex the child was?

I'm afraid not.

INTERVIEWER (ON TV): Are there many reports

of a missing child?

WYCLIFFE (ON TV): Um, as I said, um--

Cases like this are always so disturbing for everyone

involved.

WYCLIFFE (ON TV): --liaising with other forces--

Including Charlie.

WYCLIFFE (ON TV): [inaudible]

REPORTER (ON TV): That was Detective

Superintendent Charles--

He's not meant to have a real emotional response.

REPORTER (ON TV): And that number again for information--

But it gets to him every time.

I know, 'cause he always brings it home.

REPORTER (ON TV): One man's [inaudible]

It must be difficult.

Sir.

What have you got?

Well, nothing from the NHS hospitals.

Eh, Lucy's just starting with the local doctors,

and we're-- em, going to check up on a family.

Apparently, the district nurse hasn't

been able to get access for a couple of days,

and she was a bit concerned, so--

Right.

Let's hope we can get to the bottom of this

before the press start blowing it up out of all proportion,

putting the fear of god into anyone with a baby.

Which they will.

Sir.

[somber music, birdsong]

How's Joyce?

(SIGHS) Oh, fine.

Fine.

Up to her eyes in paperwork, as usual.

I thought she might've come with you.

Well, you know Joyce.

Work, work, work.

Heh.

[seabirds calling]

Thought it was good for Kate to have a holiday, though.

GCSEs, and all of that.

Think she deserves a break before settling down to it all.

Ah!

Well, it's good to see you.

Yeah.

Me too.

Heh.

[serene music, seabirds calling]

[somber music]

[kersey sighs]

[grunts] Hello.

Goochy goochy goo.

[music ends]

Oi!

[baby fussing]

Who the hell do think you are, pervert?

Don't do that, please.

Detective Inspector Kersey, OK?

What you want?

Is this your baby?

Toby?

[baby crying]

What's the matter, love?

Nothing.

Get in the car.

You were saying?

Um.

Obviously, this is your baby, and that's what I was asking.

LANE: It's not something any of us ever get used to, Ian.

Even when you seen it all before?

No.

When you don't feel anything, you know you've

reached the end of the line.

It's not as though I knew her, or anything like that.

Doesn't matter.

Uh. Sir.

Um.

Andy's made a list of all the doctors in the immediate area

who've been treating pregnant women

privately in the last month.

Only six have given birth so far.

You better get on to them.

Might be worth checking to see if there

are any new mothers who've been treated for depression

recently.

I remember when David was born, Helen was a bit--

well, not deeply depressed.

But eh, I dunno.

I think she felt as if part of her life had come to an end.

Hm.

Happens to a lot of women, apparently.

Eh, excuse me, sir.

There's um, somebody at the front desk--

Constable, I thought I told you--

I tried sir, but he was very insistent.

I'm sorry to barge in like this,

but I need to talk to you.

About the baby.

I know who killed it.

I've been watching them for some time now.

I suppose I've been-- this might sound a little crazy,

but I've been trying to put some sort of file

together, watch where they meet, what they do.

And you say you know who these people are?

No, not all.

But the one I assume they treat as their leader, yeah,

I do know him.

His name's Dayton.

Dayton.

You don't mean Dr. Alan Dayton?

Yeah.

He's the one you want to stop.

What makes you think he's involved

with the death of a child?

[clears throat]

My wife-- my ex-wife--

was a patient of his during her pregnancy.

I didn't know exactly what happened--

some sort of brain washing, I suppose.

But during those last few months, she changed.

LANE: Under his influence?

Absolutely.

I didn't understand what was happening.

[huffs] I still find it difficult to believe.

She told me she'd become a pagan.

[scoffs] Of course, I knew nothing about paganism.

I asked her to explain what was going on.

She tried, but I wasn't really listening.

All I could see was how deeply involved she'd become,

as though her mind had been taken over completely.

And she was still seeing Dr. Dayton?

MATTHEWS: Oh, yes.

[huffs] At first, I put it down to some phase

she was going through, something to do with her pregnancy.

But then he started giving her things to drink--

some herbal concoctions he'd put together himself.

Said they'd help when she went into labor.

And did they?

My daughter was born.

But Dayton?

You've got to stop him.

He's dangerous, and he's evil.

You're obviously very angry, Mr. Matthews.

Do you have any evidence to substantiate your allegations?

(SHAKILY) My daughter was born dead.

I thought my job was bad enough.

Brings it all home to you, doesn't it?

Hm.

So.

It's definitely manual strangulation, then.

[sighs] Yes.

Some of the bruising is beginning to come out now.

Fingers and thumbs at the point where the pressure was exerted.

What about other injuries?

No.

So we're none the wiser.

I'm afraid not.

Excuse me.

[liquid rushing]

Chris Matthews' daughter died over six months ago.

Stillborn.

Totally unexpected, of course, and tragic--

but not in any way unusual.

And the herbal drinks you were giving his wife at the time?

[scoffs] My god, he is paranoid.

A simple herbal remedy for backache.

I could give you a sample, if you'd like.

Unless, of course, you'd prefer to believe the accusations

of a man so bitter about his wife's leaving him,

he'll blame anyone but himself.

All because, at the end of the day,

he has no one and nothing to turn to.

[birdsong]

What is it you believe in, Dr. Dayton?

I'm sorry?

Who or what do you turn to?

I don't understand.

Well.

Even as a pagan, you must have faith in something.

[suspenseful music]

My faith is none of your business, inspector.

It is when the possible murder of a child is in question.

What?

We spoke on the phone earlier today.

Do you remember?

You didn't seem at all bothered or concerned

to help us with our inquiries.

And you think that--

What were you doing in the woods

with that child, Dr. Dayton?

Well, if you must know, I was at a ceremony

welcoming the child to the world.

Not that it's relevant to your investigation.

Where is it now?

Where is what?

The baby you welcomed to the world.

[music swelling]

Godsake, you don't think that--

I'd like the name and address of the parents.

What do you take me for?

What the hell has Chris Matthews been saying?

I'm a doctor.

Do these hands look as if they would murder a child?

[mystical music]

WYCLIFFE: OK, [inaudible].

Yes, good work.

But if Dayton is involved, we'll need real evidence.

Uh-- yes, but make sure the surveillance is discreet.

Yeah.

[receiver clanks]

Bill, are you sure about Kate?

Oh yeah, yeah.

She's fine.

Well, maybe I'll take her a sandwich later--

Helen.

If Kate says she's not hungry.

Now, come on.

Where's that bottle of malt you're

keeping away for rainy days?

Is that all you two are going to do

for the rest of the night? - Mm-hmm.

DAVID: Could always go to the pub.

David.

I meant for the jazz.

God, I wish Ruth was here.

David was no help, the mood he's in.

She'll be home tomorrow.

Well, I tell you, there is definitely

something wrong with those two.

I bet you any money he's left Joyce.

Are you going to talk to him?

Well, let's just see, shall we?

You know what he's like when he's drinking--

you can't shut him up, usually.

Don't turn it into a drinking competition.

[footsteps echoing on stairs]

Well.

If it's good enough for them.

Women, Charlie.

Why the hell do they have to make

life so bloody complicated?

It's one of life's great mysteries.

Yeah, but just when you've got things sorted out,

some bloody thunderbolt from the blue--

this time it's right between the eyes.

Bill. BILL: Hm?

[huffs] You and Joyce--

Oh, I don't wanna talk about her.

Ah, no.

That's unfair.

You want me to tell you about me and Joyce.

Question-- are we happy?

Answer-- no, we bloody well ain't.

(SOFTLY) OK.

Oh!

Next?

[chuckles]

HELEN: And then what happened?

Mom and Dad had a row.

She said she was going away, needed a break.

Then Dad went and said the same thing.

Didn't want to stay in the house.

And where did you fit into all this?

Mom wanted me to stay with her, but--

Daddy's Girl.

[huffs] Ruth's exactly the same.

She and Charlie, they can argue like cat and dog.

But when there's the slightest trouble,

who does she run to every time?

Uncle Charles.

Dad.

Always Dad.

Mixed ability!

(SLURRING) Now, I'll tell you about mixed ability.

[loud gulping]

Same class, right?

There was Catherine.

Now, she can get straight A's across the board.

And then there's Lisa Marie Choam.

She comes into my class [stammers] and looks at me,

and says, I see they're back together

again-- then she goes off.

I ca-- I called her back.

And I said, what's that?

And she said, the cheeks of my ass.

[buzzes lips, wycliffe laughs]

[huffs]

You love your kids, don't you, Charlie?

'Course I do.

I love my Katie.

I'd do anything for that girl.

You know that.

Is Katie unhappy?

Mm.

Not anymore, she's not.

Bill.

David, what are you doing?

What's it look like?

ANNOUNCER (ON TV): --strike the post, with a good save from--

Can't you see we're busy?

Oh yeah, sorry.

I mean, I'd go to bed if I could.

(SLURRING) Well, what's stopping you?

You're sitting on it.

WYCLIFFE: Will you just--

just go and find something else to do, would you?

ANNOUNCER (ON TV): --thought [inaudible]

[tv falls silent]

[door slams]

[wheezing laugh]

Bill.

[somber music, wycliffe sighs]

Is there something else you should be telling me?

(SOFTLY) Yes, Charlie.

There is.

WYCLIFFE: Well, go on, then.

[glass clinks]

I love you, Charlie.

There it is.

I've said it.

[laughs unsteadily]

(LAUGHS) Bill.

Come on.

[mellow cheerful music]

Let's have you up to bed.

That's it.

Come on.

Whoa!

[men laughing]

David!

David!

What?

[men chuckling]

Um.

Upstairs.

We need to get there.

[bill cackling]

Charlie!

WYCLIFFE: I'm coming, I'm coming.

[bill giggling]

I'm falling out [inaudible] Oh!

[bill cackling]

[wycliffe burps]

[gentle music]

It's as serious as that, is it?

Uh-oh.

[PATRONS CHATTERING AND LAUGHING]

[men conversing quietly]

WYCLIFFE: So we're looking at the possible involvement

of a local pagan group.

And if it's a dead end?

We'll have to go national.

Look, I don't think we should rush into this.

Charles, I'm keeping the press at bay

as best I can, but they're getting very restless.

You make them sound like a pack of wolves.

48 hours, unless there's no further develop--

LYMAN: 24.

I'd like you here tomorrow morning, Charles.

[jazz on radio]

[bill sighs]

Remember this?

Hm?

HELEN: What was the name of that club we all used to go to?

Hm.

"One For The Road."

[huffs] Good times.

Have things changed so much?

They have now.

[music ends, clock ticks]

I know it's none of my business--

But you're gonna tell me anyway.

I drink too much.

I know.

Go on.

Be my guest.

Is that the problem?

Well, I look upon it more as a remedy.

Dulls the pain.

Yes.

Well.

You may find it helpful, but I don't see it

being entirely helpful to Kate.

Quite the contrary.

Yeah, well, give me extra homework or a week's detention,

but don't--

don't lecture me, Helen.

She's very unhappy.

It's not an exclusive club.

You really are--

A right bastard?

[sighs]

Is it really all that bad?

Probably.

[traffic rushing]

[engine rumbling]

[bell dingling]

Good afternoon.

It's about the baby, isn't it?

I was watching the news yesterday.

Poor mother must be in a right old state.

Yes.

[telephone ringing]

Oh, excuse me a minute.

[distant children clamoring]

[ringing ends]

POTTER: Antidepressants.

[quiet rattling]

And temazepam.

Baby crying, maybe?

Yeah, but you don't take sleeping tablets

to ignore a crying baby.

Mr. Cranshaw.

Who are you?

Detective Inspector Lane.

Well?

It's all right, love.

I was just going to explain how the baby's

staying with your mother for a couple of days.

That's right.

Well, you know what grandmothers are like.

[water rushing]

Yes.

'Course.

Is that it?

[mystical music]

[traffic rumbling]

Have you checked the grandmother?

There's no answer from the house.

And what about this ring?

You're sure it's the same as the one Dayton was wearing?

Identical.

I can't believe Dayton's just a local pagan.

What if it's a cover for something sinister?

What about the Cranshaw family?

I think they're definitely pagans.

A witches coven?

Well, I don't believe in witches.

There's plenty of maniacs out there.

We must keep tabs on them.

[engine turns over]

[carrots cracking]

[huffs, wine opener clinking]

I didn't think they still had witch hunting in Cornwall.

We've got to find the baby's parents somehow.

Yeah, but pagans?

It's a bit sinister.

Well, that's what we're gonna find out.

And the baby?

What if you don't find the parents--

and I'm sure you will, but what if?

Then we fail.

What about the baby, if no one claims it?

[wine trickling]

In all likelihood, if the baby's

not claimed or identified--

[quiet clink]

--she'll be cremated.

What, no service, like?

At the end of the day, there'll be no one to mourn.

[grim music]

Just dust.

[traffic rushing]

[yawns]

That's him.

[mysterious music]

[engine turns over]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC, PEOPLE CHANTING]

ALL: Father, son, daughter.

Earth, air, fire, water, mother, father, son, daughter.

[piping music]

[baby fussing]

May this child feel the wind on her face.

May this child feel the water run through her fingers.

May this child feel the fire warm her soul.

ALL: Earth, air, fire, water, mother, father, son, daughter.

[chanting continues]

[traffic rushing]

I told you, how we choose to lead our lives is up to us.

We're doing nothing illegal, and we're not hurting anyone.

LANE: And the baby?

My daughter is perfectly healthy.

You saw her yourself.

Do you know a Chris Matthews?

I know his wife.

She left him.

Yeah, your christening and your god did nothing for him.

We don't believe in gods.

Our babies are not christened.

They're dedicated to the Earth and those around them.

You saw it for yourselves, didn't you?

Yes.

And did we look dangerous?

No.

And we've got nothing to hide.

[birdsong]

What are you doing?

What's it look like?

Yes, but it normally takes hours of coaxing

and a financial incentive to get you anywhere

near a bucket and sponge.

Yeah.

Well, it just goes to show how badly I want to be

out the house, doesn't it? HELEN: Come on, love.

It's not that bad.

Oh no?

Mom, all Kate does is cry, and he

hasn't had a bottle out his hands since he got here.

I'm fed up with it.

[grim music]

They're both going through a difficult time, David.

Yeah, well, I've had enough.

[ENGINE TURNS OVER, TIRES SCREECH]

[somber music]

[telephone trilling]

What, you're trying to tell me they're not mad?

No, they're not.

What they practice may be different from any religion

or belief we may know, but they're not mad.

[quiet chattering]

I think we're back to square one, sir.

What, chanting in the middle of the woods,

holding hands, going around in circles?

They're mad as a box of frogs.

Lucy?

They've done nothing wrong.

Did Dixon come up with anything?

Well, from what it says here, it seems that uh,

Dayton can't be a pagan priest.

Apparently, pagans tend not to go in for any kind

of hierarchical structure.

That's why, when they meet, they always

form a circle to emphasize the fact that there's

no superior figure.

That's exactly what I saw.

It confirms what Chris Matthews told us,

but at the end of the day, it's all very innocent.

There's more to it than that.

Doug, we don't have any evidence.

We can't take it any further.

WYCLIFFE: Right.

Doug, I want you to set up another press

conference-- national.

Really?

We'll have to broaden the line of inquiry.

I'm gonna see the ACC in about an hour--

he'll be very pleased.

Excuse me, sir.

What is it?

There's somebody out front at the front desk.

He says he needs to see you.

Tell him to wait.

But he says he knows you, sir.

A Mr. Bill Hewton?

[quiet chattering]

Charlie.

Bill.

Can't this wait till later?

Charlie, I've got to talk to you.

I'm busy.

Won't take long.

OK.

OK, just wait here.

[grim music]

[seabirds calling]

It was very good of you to come out like that, Charlie.

I mean, I knew you would.

I mean, we're friends, aren't we?

Friends and family always come before work.

Bill.

I'm sure you and Joyce can work something out.

[huffs] I don't think so.

20 years of marriage has got to be worth something.

Uh-uh.

You've got to get a grip, Bill.

Go home, sort something out between you.

You can see what it's doing to Kate.

Running away isn't gonna help.

You don't understand.

You want a divorce, is that it?

No.

Look, Bill.

We'll stand by you, whatever you decide, but it's down to you--

it's your choice.

Oh, yeah?

Well, some things are easy to choose between, aren't they?

I mean, tea or coffee?

I mean, that's not the same as life or death, is it?

You've had a row with your wife.

It's not the end of the world.

[seabirds calling, wind rushing]

(SHOUTS) You're not listening!

[waves crashing]

It's my baby, Charlie.

What?

What, Joyce is pregnant? What-- what are you saying?

For godsake!

Do I have to spell it out for you?

Can't you read between the lines?

I thought that was part of your job!

(SHOUTS) What?

It's my baby!

You found my baby, Charlie, at the church!

She was my baby!

(GROWLS) Aren't you gonna say anything?

What happened?

(QUIETLY) This is just between you and me--

friend to friend, right?

No.

We better keep our friendship out of this.

Why, Charlie?

(QUIETLY) Why?

It's all I've got-- you're all I've got.

Can't you see that, Charlie?

I can't ignore what you're saying to me, Bill.

Oh, yes.

Yes, you can-- come on, Charlie.

What are the facts?

Come on, Charlie, don't do this to me!

What happened?

We were too old, Charlie.

Joyce thought we could cope-- we both thought we could cope,

but the screaming and crying.

Could you cope with going through all that

again at your age?

So what did you do?

Oh, what do you think I did?

Put my hands round her neck, and I--

that was it.

I-- [sobs] I was already packed to come down here.

(GROWLS) God, I didn't know what I was doing!

You do not have to say anything--

I just kept thinking--

[somber music]

--I've got to get to Cornwall.

--but it may harm your defense--

I just didn't wanna let you down.

I just got in the car.

You do not 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.

[metallic clank]

I have arrested this man in connection

with the unlawful death of the child found

outside St. Catherine's Church.

I have reason to believe he may be involved.

[telephone trilling]

The boss has brought somebody in for the murder.

[distant traffic rushing]

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Thought you might like this.

Thank you.

This is my witness statement.

Would you ask Doug to go and interview Mr. Hewton now?

I better call Helen.

(QUIETLY) Right.

[solemn music]

[shaky sigh] - OK.

I'll bring her down.

Kate, there's something I have to tell you.

There's something wrong, isn't there?

Your father's been arrested.

[kate sobbing]

We were packed, ready to leave for the train.

Come down every year for the festival, stay at Charlie's.

Only she wouldn't stop crying.

In the other room, screaming.

Joyce had walked out.

Couldn't cope with her.

I couldn't shut the baby up.

I didn't know what to do.

So.

I got in the car and drove.

Left her on the church steps.

Caught the train from Bodmin.

Charlie-- Wycliffe-- thought we'd

come all the way from London.

Anyway, the train got in and there he was, waiting.

Why didn't you leave the baby in London?

I didn't know what else to do.

I thought I'd bury her on the way in--

in the woods somewhere.

Even covered with all those blankets, some protection.

But the thought of putting her in the earth.

She'd have got so dirty.

Something could have eaten her--

a dog.

I just couldn't go through with it.

So I drove and drove.

Half the time, I didn't know where I was,

and then I saw the church, and I thought, yeah.

They'll take care of her there. Treat her right.

Thing is--

[somber music]

--in my mind, I knew from the beginning

I'd never get away with it.

But I thought, at least I'd have Charlie on my side.

[music ends]

[knock on door]

Come in.

Sir.

Your wife's here with Mr. Hewton's daughter.

What have you done with him?

I'm sorry, Kate.

But your father's told me all about the baby.

No!

He-- he can't.

He's confessed to killing her.

Did he tell you how it happened?

Strangled her.

Do you know why?

She wouldn't stop crying.

It was driving mom mad.

Did you blame him?

Kate, your father's murdered your sister.

You must have been angry.

How did you feel about having a sister?

She was your sister, wasn't she, Kate?

She was my baby.

WYCLIFFE: Go on.

I didn't want to believe it.

Jonathan, my boyfriend, told me we'd be safe.

Then I found out I was pregnant.

I just wanted to forget about it.

Did you tell anyone?

Dad.

He was brilliant.

What about your mother?

She went spare.

Then dad said it would be OK.

I could have the baby, Then we'd get it adopted,

and no one would know.

LANE: Why didn't you?

(SOFTLY) I don't know.

It was just going to take too long.

Then dad said we should keep her.

I wanted to.

I knew Dad loved her.

And I did.

So what happened?

Mom.

All the time-- shouting, screaming, crying.

Only not at me--

at dad.

[grim music]

And he was being so good.

LANE: Go on.

I couldn't bear it anymore.

So I thought, if I got rid of her,

then everything would be OK again--

no more arguments.

And I did it.

I didn't hurt her or anything.

I just (SHAKILY) put my hands around her neck and squeezed.

(WETLY) She didn't cry.

[sobs] Then I told dad.

I've told them, dad.

The truth.

Oh, Katie.

[sobs] I said I'd deal with it.

[sobs]

I couldn't let you do it, dad.

[quiet sobbing]

[telephone trilling]

Lucy.

Um.

Could you get in touch with Joyce Hewton for me?

Here's the number.

Sir.

Uh, your wife's still waiting in reception now, sir.

Think she's waiting for Kate.

Tell her I'll be about five minutes.

[telephone trilling]

You're free to go for now.

But I have to tell you, as an accomplice,

you may face charges at a later date.

I would have--

[somber music]

--hung, for Katie.

(SOFTLY) I'm sorry, Bill.

[keys jangling]

[MUSIC - NIGEL HESS, "WYCLIFFE THEME"]