Wycliffe (1994–…): Season 4, Episode 2 - Close to Home - full transcript

[soft music plays]

Night, Colin.

Night.

Hey, you want some of this?

No, no!

[inaudible] Away!

[grunts and choking noises]

Oh, God.

You all right, mate?

[police radio chatter]

Well, you never call me at a civilized hour, Trevor.



We know who he is?

Uh, he had his wallet on him and his mobile phone.

Driving license says Bernard Tyzack.

He's local.

Do you know him?

No.

Right.

But Dr. Frank's been called, yeah?

Expected within the hour.

[inaudible] was on his way, should be here any moment.

So what we got?

Stab wound.

Straight to the heart by the look of it.

One of the witnesses recovered the knife.



We've got somebody for it, haven't we?

He threw up everywhere with shock.

We put him in the car.

Is that who I think it is?

Mick Sennan.

What's he's done something like this for?

Mrs. Tyzack?

Yes.

So Mick, did you know Bernard Tyzack?

Not at all.

You know we can check, yeah?

I've never laid eyes on him before.

So what were you after tonight then?

- What? - Oh, come on.

It's usually money for drugs, isn't it?

No, I'm clean now, Mr. Kersey.

Yeah?

Yeah, I got a son.

So what happened?

Nothing.

I was waiting for someone.

Then this bloke said I was trying to steal his car,

and he just went mad.

Who were you waiting for?

A friend of mine.

Thought he might be having a drink at the market.

Yeah, but why do you hang around outside in the cold?

Why didn't you just go in and look for him?

There was people in there I didn't want to see.

You know the Market Inn, then.

No.

[scoffs] OK, OK.

Who's the friend?

Well, it wasn't a definite arrangement.

It was just someone I thought would be there.

Who had the knife?

He did.

It'll have his prints on it then, won't it?

Looks brand new.

Bought it specially, was it?

Look, you've got to believe me.

Yes, but you're not doing very well with your story, are you?

Were you trying to steal his car?

MICK SENNAN: No. - Well, that makes a change.

Look, I didn't even know the bloke.

It wasn't my fault. He just came at me.

Come on, you're going to have to do better than this.

You know you're going to have to tell me sooner or later.

You know the score.

I've told you what happened.

[sighs]

Wasn't just a pub brawl that went wrong then.

No.

Can't put my finger on it.

But it's not Sennan's style.

He's got no forum for violence or possession

of any kind of weapon.

Everything under control?

Yes, sir.

I didn't phone you again last night so it got pretty late.

[inaudible] if you go.

Well, we got enough evidence to charge him.

And the account he's given us will never stand up in court.

And he knows it.

It's not making much sense.

And the victim, Tyzack?

Very little so far.

He's married, one kid.

Respectable local businessman, apparently.

Certainly not known to us.

We've got Tyzack's mobile phone.

I've asked for a log of all the calls made

in the last couple of weeks.

OK.

Lucy, let's see what we can get out of the family.

Doug, I'll leave the rest to you.

Yeah, yeah.

[bell chimes in distance]

[birds chirp]

[sirens in distance]

Mrs. Tyzack, Detective Superintendent Wycliffe.

This is Inspector Lane.

This is my son Rob.

I'm glad it's you.

You probably don't recognize me.

Rob here's at school with David.

Oh, I see.

No, uh, I didn't.

I spoke to Helen at parents' evenings.

And David's often around here.

Lovely boy.

Yes, I see.

Um--

What's happened?

You've arrested someone, haven't you?

- Rob, wait. - No, no.

It's all right, Mrs. Tyzack.

Yes, a man has been arrested.

He was already known to the police.

Why Dad?

If there was a reason, we don't yet know it.

Don't believe it.

Mrs. Tyzack, um, I need to ask you some questions

about your husband.

It might be better if your son were not present.

What sort of questions?

What did your husband do?

Um, caravan parks.

He owns a couple over near Parenporth

and one down Hillford way.

And perhaps his assailant might have some connection

with one of these.

TRISHA TYZACK: I see.

Would be easier if Rob were not here.

No, I'm not going.

I'm not leaving Mom on her own.

Rob.

Mrs. Tyzack, I have a photograph here

I'd like to have you look at.

Do you recognize him?

Are you sure you've never met or spoken to this man before?

ROB TYZACK: You said he was a criminal.

Why should we know anything about it?

I'm afraid we may have to look into your husband's

personal life.

Um, any money problems, for example?

No.

Been doing very well.

I'm sorry to have to ask you this.

But was there anything-- was there any, uh,

family problems that we should know about?

Well, please think it over.

WPC Hendricks will stay here for the time being.

And, uh, if you want to add anything, just let us know.

Oh, I should tell you that, uh, if you're

keeping anything back, well, it's bound

to come out during the inquiry.

Why are you asking about my dad?

He's the one who's been murdered.

I know.

But we do need to find out exactly what happened and why.

We'll help in any way we can.

Nope, never seen him in here.

You sure?

Yeah, I never forget a face.

What about the victim, Bernard Tyzack?

Did you know him?

Well, he came in.

You know, same as plenty of them.

Who were his drinking buddies?

Well, he'd get chatting to people.

But he wasn't a regular.

What about women?

Was he a-- was he a ladies man? - No, not that I saw.

But, uh--

Oh, yeah-- bit of gossip?

No.

Guy's dead, isn't he?

Forget it.

[wind blows fiercely]

You've never heard of Bernard Tyzack.

He's not a business partner.

No.

I don't even know the name.

Couldn't be a former owner, could he?

Well, I've been here 15 years.

Sorry. I wish I could help.

Oh, no.

Thanks anyway.

You've definitely got the right place?

Well, these are the details Mrs Tyzack gave me.

[door slams open]

Dinner.

[keys rattle in lock]

Tastes even worse cold.

[door slams shut]

Well, Tyzack's peasant lifestyle obviously wasn't

being paid for by caravans.

Thought you were off sick.

I have to talk to you.

Your dad came to our house this morning.

A place like this can't possibly make any money.

[inaudible] anyway.

Well, it could be a housing benefit scam.

Come across it before.

The owner gets an unmarried couple to claim

on two separate caravans.

And then they share one, and--

The other is a wreck.

And it earns the owner upwards of 60 pounds a week.

Yeah, well, that would make some some sense of this dump.

All right, what do you want?

Is there anyone in charge around here?

Who wants to know?

Police.

Detective Inspector Lane.

This is Detective Sergeant Wallis.

Oh, it's me you want, then.

And you are?

Angie Kane.

I manage the place. - Who for?

You want to tell me what this is about first?

Do you know a Bernard Tyzack?

Yeah.

Does he own this caravan park?

Yeah.

How long has he owned it?

Well, I've been here 10 years.

Before that, I don't know.

Does he own any others around here, do you know?

You better ask him yourself.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

David?

Dad, uh, you've been to see Rob and his mom?

Yes, I have.

Where's Helen?

In the bath.

I saw Rob.

I didn't realize you knew each other.

He's one of my best mates.

How do they manage?

Mrs. Tyzack doesn't work, does she?

It's a rotten situation.

Did Dr. Franks have to do a PM and everything?

I'm afraid so.

Then they'll have to bag up all his clothes and stuff,

won't they?

The forensic lab.

Oh, that's terrible.

imagine it.

It won't ever happen to you, will it, Dad?

No, no, no.

I spend all my time behind a desk these days.

Why would someone want to kill Mr. Tyzack?

I don't know.

But I can't really discuss it with you, David.

The inquiries are still underway.

But Rob said you were making it out like his dad was mixed

up with criminals or something.

I can't choose what I find out about people.

Yeah, but why?

I mean, he's dead.

You've got the man who did it.

Why do you have to keep upsetting Rob and his mom?

My job is to provide the facts of a case in recorded law.

[scoffs] It seems to me like you're picking at a corpse.

I'm going down for this, aren't I?

I'll be held on remand.

You don't care what happens to me, do you?

The best way you can help yourself right now,

Mick, is to tell us exactly what happened the other night.

Do you know a caravan park called Woodmeade Leisure Homes?

It's near Helford.

No.

OK.

Let's go back to the other night.

What were you doing there with a knife in your hand?

You see, forensic examination has shown that the knife

had never been used.

It's brand new, bought specially.

And it only had your prints on it.

Now, you're going to have to explain all that to a jury.

This isn't going to go away, you know.

Well, what would you have done?

What happened, Mick?

It's out of my league.

You know that.

I should never have agreed to it.

Agreed to what?

[heavy sigh] I never meant to hurt him, I swear.

Just supposed to teach him a lesson.

You know, frighten him a bit.

Someone wanted you to frighten Bernard Tyzack?

Were you offered money to frighten him?

I told Mr. Kersey, I've got a kid now.

I've been clean for ages.

Who do you owe money to?

Was it for drugs?

I'm not telling you.

I got a kid to protect.

But someone told you to threaten Bernard Tyzack?

I didn't mean to hurt him.

Mick-- Mick, he's dead.

[voice catches] It's not my fault. He-- he should never

have come at me like that.

I'd never handled a knife before.

I didn't know what to do.

All right, all right.

All right, just tell me one thing.

Why Tyzack?

I don't know why.

I didn't know nothing about him.

Was he a dealer?

I don't think so.

But he had done something to upset

the people you owe money to.

I suppose so.

I don't know.

I told you, I've been clean for months.

Maybe he was a dealer.

Things can change pretty quick.

So where does that leave you?

It's out of my league.

[inaudible] the cinemas here yet?

[phone rings]

Hello?

Eh?

I still can't believe he's gone.

Um, David saw Rob yesterday.

He was angry.

I tried to make him see you have to ask questions.

I mean, it's all just routine, isn't it?

We've been looking into your husband's affairs, Mrs. Tyzack.

When did you last visit any of the caravan sites

you told us that your husband owned?

Well, I don't know.

Not for ages.

Why?

But you had visited them.

Not really.

I mean, I've driven past.

Or I waited in the car if Bernie had to call in.

He had people to manage them.

I never got involved.

Seafield and Manor Haven, the two sites near Parenporth--

Yes.

Your husband had absolutely no connection to them whatsoever.

What?

That's impossible.

I'm afraid not, Mrs. Tyzack.

We've checked.

Woodmeade Leisure Homes, on the other hand,

when did you last go there?

I don't know.

Do you know Angie Kane?

Who's she?

She manages Woodmeade.

Oh.

No.

She also has convictions for prostitution.

It appears that several of the mobile homes at Woodmeade

were being used as a brothel.

Your husband must have been fully

aware of what was going on.

[scoffs] What are you saying?

Your husband was receiving housing benefit

on behalf of several of the tenants at Woodmeade.

But he didn't have tenants there, just holiday caravans.

Afraid not, Mrs. Tyzack.

If you saw Woodmeade, you'd realize that no holiday

maker would go there.

No.

Bernie wouldn't lie to me.

But you've no idea how he was earning a living.

He worked really hard.

He's been doing better and better.

We were planning a big holiday.

Florida, Disneyland.

So where was the money coming from?

Before we go, I'll need all your husband's bank

and credit card statements.

Blackie Tremain?

Yeah?

Where'd you get my number from?

Bernard Tyzack.

Never heard of him.

That's funny, because I've got a log of the calls

he made from his mobile phone.

It seems he talked to you quite a lot

over the last couple of weeks.

Oh, yeah?

I heard he was dead.

That's right.

You know why?

No.

What did Tyzack want to talk to you about?

It's a murder investigation, right?

No, it's brilliant-- a superb thriller, actually.

Ha, ha.

Right.

If it's that serious, I don't want any misunderstandings.

OK.

Bernie wanted me to set up a network to sell dope.

What sort of dope?

I don't know.

Coke, smack.

I told him to get lost.

Was he serious?

Oh, yeah.

But he didn't know what he was getting himself into.

Where was he getting it from?

I didn't ask.

So why did he come to you then?

I keep my ear to the ground.

I do a bit of business.

But I wasn't messing around with that stuff,

especially not around here.

So who does?

So who does?

All right, all right.

You know as well as I do.

My information could be out of date.

OK.

I told Bernie he'd better make sure Oliver

Pennick knew what he was up to.

And now Bernie's dead.

Now, if you don't mind, you're scaring away my customers.

Are we ruling Mrs. Tyzack out as a suspect?

Not entirely.

Not yet.

Many a wife would like to teach her husband a lesson.

[police radio chatter]

Do you have any kind of an issue [inaudible]??

Why would Tyzack have lied to her?

Well, maybe he just drifted into fraud and the rest of it

through debts and bad management.

And he probably didn't have the courage to tell her.

Doug? - Yes?

How did you get on?

Pretty good.

Tyzack may have been looking to set up a local network

to sell hard drugs, which makes a perfect in to Sennan,

doesn't it?

Right.

So why was Sennan sent to find Tyzack?

he'd trodden on the wrong toes?

Only Oliver Pennick's toes.

Wouldn't it be great to nail him on something at last, eh?

It certainly would.

Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves, though.

What doesn't add up yet is where Tyzack

was getting all his money from.

A few bogus tenants at a rundown caravan park

isn't going to buy a Mercedes or take the family to Florida,

let alone finance a major drugs deal.

Lucy, you're going to work through Tyzack's

financial dealings.

It's going to take me a while.

And Doug, we should talk to Sennan again, sir.

If we put Pennick's name to him,

I reckon he'll crack, you know?

No, no.

First of all, let's find out what

Pennick's been up to recently.

And Trisha Tyzack might come up with something.

[dog barks]

This is what he's left us.

He was a good man.

But this is what he's left us with.

Find Pennick?

No.

He's out of town, apparently.

LUCY LANE: I'm not surprised.

He seems to have been away for weeks.

Um.

I'm going to nail that bastard.

Well, Sennan's going nowhere.

We'll get the story out of him eventually.

Right.

I'm off to have something to eat.

Do you want anything? - No, thanks.

I got one in the bag waiting for me at home.

See you in the morning.

I'll finish this off when I get back.

I'm not going to pay anyone else overtime when they can

get me to do it for nothing.

[phone rings]

Yes?

Kersey.

What, now?

Yeah, OK.

[bangs on metal]

MICK SENNAN: I want to see Mr. Kersey.

[bangs several times]

I've got to talk to him.

Says he won't shut up till he gets to talk to you.

- [inaudible] - Your prisoner.

I just want a bit of peace and quiet.

- Fair enough. - Can't you shut him up?

I want to talk to him now!

[bangs more]

Get him down here now!

[bangs several more times]

On your bunk.

Yah!

All yours.

[breathes heavily]

OK, Mick, what is it?

I've got a home to go to, you know.

I've got to talk to someone.

I'm going mad.

I'm not the [inaudible],, Michael.

No, I know.

If you want to talk to me, we should

make it a proper interview, get your solicitor in.

No.

No, none of that stuff.

I just want someone to talk to.

We go back a long way, don't we, Mr. Kersey?

Yeah, too long.

After my son Joey was born, you know, I changed.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

I ain't touched nothing in months.

I've been living off my [inaudible]..

It's not easy.

I stay indoors all the time.

Nothing else to do.

But honest to God, Mr. Kersey, that's the way it's been.

What do you want, a medal?

No.

No, I know I done things I shouldn't.

But you don't know what it's like.

I've never had a holiday.

Oh, Christ.

No, I've never owned a car that wasn't bent.

I want a life like other people's, like you've got.

Well, there's no going back now, Mick.

You're in court tomorrow charged with murder.

But it was an accident, Mr. Kersey.

You know I'd never go looking to kill someone.

You can put in a good word for me, can't you?

No.

There's, uh-- there's nothing I can do, mate.

Not unless you want to tell us who put you up to it.

Joey's the best thing that ever happened to me.

Now I'm never going to see him again.

So who told you to wave a knife in Tyzack's face, eh?

Come on, I know who you used to score from.

What if he goes after my girlfriend?

Well, that's your problem.

Just stop the banging, will you?

Please.

You've got to help me.

I'm going to lose Joey.

I just want to do myself in right here and now.

No, you, uh-- you keep your head down, Mick.

Do your time.

You're good at that, aren't you?

But I'm looking at a life sentence.

So give me a name.

It's easy.

We probably know already.

Look, we know that Tyzack had ambitions as a dealer.

So it's pretty obvious they'd want to warn him off, isn't it?

Eh?

I can't.

OK, OK.

Look, I'm just off to my supper.

But I'll tell you, there's no way you are going home.

Sergeant.

I've wasted my life, haven't I?

Never done anything right.

Just give me a name.

I can't!

OK, mate.

You have it your way.

But, uh, if I was you, I'd give up.

It only prolongs the torment, mate.

[door slams]

Keep an eye on him, would you?

Right, sir.

Thanks for shutting him up.

[plays jazz on piano]

David's really upset, you know.

Ruth as well.

It's not just the death.

It's the part you play.

I'm just doing my job.

They've always been so proud of you.

Solving crimes, locking up criminals.

Now David says it's not that simple.

He's right.

And Rob Tyzack's going to have to face up

to a few unpleasant truths about his dad.

Poor Rob.

Poor Trisha.

Are you talking about the Tyzacks?

Um-hm.

Why can't you tell me more about it now?

Well, we know that Mr. Tyzack was attacked for a reason,

maybe because he was trying to muscle in on somebody

else's criminal activity.

So he was bent?

Something you'll learn, David.

We just don't get to know very much about other people, even

people we're close to.

Yeah, but doesn't it bother you having

to do that sort of thing?

I don't like it.

But, uh-- it's a necessary part of my job.

Is that all?

If I let half the things I witness get to me,

I wouldn't be able to function as a policeman.

Oh, and that's what's important,

functioning as a policeman.

[phone rings]

Hello?

What?

OK, OK.

I'm on my way.

In here.

Sir?

Dr. Franks is in there now.

This is a very bad business, Charles, very bad.

It should've been prevented.

He's been in and out of prison all his life.

He wasn't new to this.

Any detainee on a murder charge is a suicide risk.

What are those bruises on his face?

He got those when he was brought in.

Hm.

Well, I hope you can account for anything else I might find.

Now, I can give you the time of death within a couple of hours.

Might help show whether anybody got

off their backsides to check on a vulnerable prisoner.

Excuse me.

So what's gone wrong, Charles?

If there's been any sloppiness, we're the ones

that shoulder the blame.

Yes, sir.

Sergeant Cannon will remain on duty for the time being.

We've no one to replace him.

I will review his case every seven

days until the Complaints to Authority Investigation

bears fruit.

Now, what about Kersey?

Doug talked to the prisoner in his cell just before 6:30.

He then went home.

Where's the record in his notebook?

Not down, I'm afraid, sir.

He apparently intended to write up his notes in the morning.

I'm considering suspending him.

Well, I'll take him off this inquiry, obviously, sir.

But, uh, I see absolutely no reason to relieve him of duty.

The buck stops with us, Charles.

We're the facilitators, the team leaders.

If Kersey has a problem aligning his individual behavior

to our aims, then we mustn't be afraid of constructive change.

DI Kersey responded to requests from the prisoner

for a few words.

Sergeant Cannon made at least two further checks on

the prisoner after Kersey left.

He apparently saw no reason for concern.

How does that implicate Kersey in Sennan's suicide?

All right, Charles.

I'm not advocating a slash and burn policy on this,

so long as you're happy.

But I am determined this investigation

should be seen by all as a model of openness and thoroughness.

I think we can both agree on that, sir.

And I'm happy to take responsibility for Doug Kersey.

Good.

Sir.

The DCC was gunning to have you suspended.

And?

I told him you're off the Tyzack inquiry.

Well, just let it go at that for now.

Thank you, sir.

Can I still follow up--

Where are your notes of the conversation with Sennan?

I just finished them now, sir.

I was, uh, [clears throat] a bit knackered earlier on.

I just wanted to get home.

I was planning to do it first thing in the morning.

But obviously--

What was the talk about?

Ah, he just felt sorry for himself,

wanted a shoulder to cry on.

Did you give it to him?

I've dealt with Sennan often enough.

He knew the score.

Did you inform the Custody Sergeant that the prisoner

was anxious and depressed?

Yes, I said something, sir.

But I was more intent on getting him to name Pennick, tell us

who set him up.

Well, we'll never know now, will we?

I have lent on wasters like Sennan plenty of times

and been congratulated for getting the result,

not put in the dark over a few harsh words.

Doug, this is a death in custody.

We're all accountable!

Oh, I see.

I get it.

The DCC wants a fall guy, huh?

Good old Mr. Stevens.

He'll sort everything out, won't he?

If you handled Sennan badly, then

you should understand that.

How could we know it would turn out like this?

You should have known.

He was your prisoner on a serious charge!

You should have been one step ahead of him all the time!

I told you what happened.

Don't you believe me?

Doug, you're going to be accused of a serious lack

of judgment, slackness, putting undue pressure

on a vulnerable prisoner.

And you have blown any chance of a conviction

for Tyzack's murder.

Now, you're going to have to explain all that to me,

never mind anybody else.

Don't worry.

It'll turn out all right.

[birds chirp]

Yes, yes, yes.

I know, I know.

You've always trusted Doug.

It's just that last night, I wasn't getting through to him.

Yeah?

The worry is getting fixed in his thinking.

He's losing the subtleties.

And there was always a danger with Doug of it becoming a case

of us and them, you know?

Order and chaos, good and evil.

And he sees himself as the last line of defense.

Hm.

I wonder sometimes what he's so afraid of.

You will talk to David?

Do I need to?

I think it's time he got to know you.

Can I get back to you on that one?

Great.

Thanks.

Hi.

Hi.

Well, I'm getting nowheres, really.

How are you?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Yeah, yeah.

Here.

That's the file on Oliver Pennick.

[phones ringing]

I'm off the case.

Didn't you know?

Not officially, no.

Stevens wants some heads on spikes at the gate

to show vigorous leadership.

Blame him?

There's other ways of doing things, isn't there?

Anything useful?

Not really.

Just a surveillance report that confirms Pennick

used to be Sennan's dealer.

But nothing to link him to Tyzack.

Doug, how firm is your source on Pennick?

Because I'm drawing a complete blank with this.

I mean, if Tyzack was setting up as a dealer, where's the money?

Don't you worry.

You're OK.

You're fine.

Everyone knows whose fault it is this case is going nowhere.

Doug.

Hello, sir.

How is she?

Well, she's been going through everything searching,

even up in the attic.

Trying to understand, I think.

You know, make sense of it all.

Has she come up with anything?

I don't think so.

She is in?

Yeah.

Hello, Mrs. Tyzack.

Rob.

What is it?

What have you found out now?

I'm afraid there's been a very regrettable

development, Mrs. Tyzack.

Mick Sennan, the man charged with the murder

of your husband, committed suicide in his cell last night.

But it was him?

He did do it?

We're perfectly satisfied it was Sennan

stabbed your husband, yes.

Well, that's it, then.

No trial?

No verdict, nothing.

We won't be wind up the case just yet.

We have reason to believe he was acting in conspiracy

with somebody else.

Well, who?

What's going on?

I'm afraid I can't tell you at this stage.

I'm sorry.

You don't know what you've done.

You come here and tell us these terrible things about my dad.

Now, it's all for nothing anyway.

You just let that man kill himself.

It's not Mr. Wycliffe's fault, Rob.

Yes, it is.

Why did you have to drag us through all of this?

I do understand how you must feel, Rob.

It must seem very unfair, very painful.

I know.

But it's my job to uncover the facts.

Well, I'm glad.

I loved Bernie, even if he was a crook.

Makes no difference.

I still want him to walk back in the door.

But I am not going to be made to look an idiot.

I want to know exactly what was going on.

[phone rings]

Sorry.

Uh, it's just a hunch.

But the landlord at the Market Inn,

he may have known something about Tyzack

but wouldn't speak ill of the dead.

It may be worth you trying him.

OK, thanks.

Superintendent Le Page will be conducting the investigation

into the death and custody to the Police

Complaints Authority.

I've told her that you will give her your fullest cooperation.

Of course.

I've got Dr. Frank's report here.

Seems quite straightforward.

Good.

Sennan had been arrested before.

Yes, many times.

But never on such a serious charge.

Do you think the crime itself may have weighed on his mind?

Possibly.

He never seemed to be naturally aggressive.

But I think it was the consequences to himself

that bothered him the most.

Well, I suppose you'll be winding up the Tyzack

inquiry now, won't you?

Not quite yet.

Um, someone put Sennan up to the assault on Tyzack.

There's still the possibility of conspiracy charges.

No loose ends now, Charles.

Let's tie all this up, clear the board.

Conspiracy is notoriously difficult to prove.

Especially now you've lost your principal witness.

I'm not sure.

It's only gossip.

But we'd still like to know.

If there's not truth in what you've

heard, well, no harm done.

Yeah.

Well, what about his family?

You know, if the press got hold of it.

Why don't you let us be the judge of that?

Well, it's not much.

And when all is said and done, the guy's not

here to defend himself, is he?

But, um, I heard he was into dodgy films.

What, pornography?

No, Hollywood.

You know, all the latest titles, copies on the cheap.

Pirate videos?

Yeah.

Makes sense, though.

Him and his mate were always flashing

their money around in here.

His mate?

Yeah, Blackie Tremain.

Trisha Tyzack-- she's found something down at the caravan

park she wants us to see.

She's in this one, sir.

She asked you to come here with her?

Yes, sir.

Bernie may have lied to me.

But I still knew him better than anyone.

What have you found, Mrs. Tyzack?

All his accounts.

He always was meticulous.

I don't know what he was up to.

But it's all here.

You can be sure.

And here, take a look at this.

Why?

What's it all for?

What more did he want that he had

to get himself killed for it?

What's the cash from, ma'am, drugs?

No, pirate videos.

But there's thousands there.

Yeah, well, an efficient duplicating operation

can easily make up to five grand a week.

So have a warehouse somewhere with 50, 100 video machines,

[inaudible] you can get cheap from burglaries.

Get the latest movie off satellite and start taping.

Easy enough to dispose of, I suppose.

Book fairs, corner shops, local garages.

The trouble for Tyzack is what to do with the profits.

Yeah, especially since his wife

never knew what he was up to.

Keep an eye on that, will you?

ROB TYZACK: Maybe a trial would have sorted it out.

It just feels that we can't really bury

him because we didn't know him.

And anyway, who are we burying?

My dad or some local villain?

It would've been better if Mick

Sennan had [inaudible] himself right right from the start.

I mean, that way, you wouldn't have

had to know about any of this.

I'm not sure.

Even if I had known the truth about my old man,

I suppose I still loved him.

He was still my dad.

That's how Mom feels, anyway.

I'll never know for certain whether I would

have gone on liking him or not.

That's what's really hard.

Not knowing.

LUCY LANE: Is Doug going to pull through this OK,

this Sennan business?

WYCLIFFE: Serious motive.

Can be his own worst enemy sometimes.

I know.

Here we go.

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Blackie Tremain?

Who are you?

Detective Inspector Lane.

This is Detective Superintendent Wycliffe.

Detective Superintendent.

Not just my tax that's out of date, isn't it?

It's a bit a more serious than that, I'm afraid, Blackie.

Now, you told Inspector Kersey that Tyzack wanted

to get into drug dealing.

That's right.

Bernie wanted to get into the big time.

I told him he was off his head.

Said that is you lot didn't get him, then Pennick would.

And Pennick did, didn't he?

Did what, Mr. Tremain?

Got Sennan to kill him.

It's obvious, isn't it?

Sennan was a user.

They always stick together, those people.

You seem to know a lot about it.

All right.

Let's say Pennick wanted to kill Tyzack.

Why would he use an amateur like Sennan

Sennan was frightened of him, owed him money.

And you knew that, didn't you?

And you took advantage of it.

What do you mean?

It was Pennick.

Pennick has been out of town for weeks.

Mr. Tremain, we have papers, financial accounts,

belonging to Mr. Tyzack.

You and he were equal partners.

This was his side of the operation,

duplicating the movies?

You distributed them.

The two of you [inaudible] the golden goose.

The police breathing down your neck.

There will be prison sentences if you were caught.

More cash than you knew how to handle.

But then Tyzack decided that he wanted

to move into drug dealing, which threatened

this lucrative little business somewhat, didn't it?

All he had to do was tell Trisha.

She wouldn't have minded.

Clothes, holidays, new house.

It would have been easy.

But no, he had to stash it away, didn't he?

It drove him mad.

So the only thing he could do is reinvest it.

Yeah, and you couldn't let him risk that.

Sennan, the [inaudible],, wasn't meant to kill him.

But he was a junkie.

He was unreliable.

So when you got Sennan to threaten Tyzack,

you led him to believe that it was on Pennick's orders

because, as you've just admitted,

he was terrified of Pennick.

Now, that is right, isn't it?

I told you.

He wasn't meant to kill him.

Just shake him up a bit.

Let him see what these people could be like.

And what are they like, Blackie?

OK, OK.

So you think these bent videos do no harm.

But two people are dead because of you.

You can't put Sennan down to me.

His death was caused by your lot.

And you can't get me for Bernie.

You can't even prove that I even spoke to Mick Sennan.

So what have you got?

Ta-da.

A bunch of dodgy videos.

Well, take them and nick me.

DCC STEVENS: Well done, Charles.

Really good work.

Nothing like a bit of damage limitation, huh?

Shall I expect further charges?

Only for the video piracy, sir.

Without Sennan, haven't got much else.

But we'll see how far we can get.

Focus on team excellence, Charles.

Performance and motivation are their own reward.

Sir.

David?

Dad.

Your mom said I'd find you down here.

She said you saw Rob today.

Did she send you down here to talk to me?

Not exactly, no.

I don't know how you can go around upsetting

people's lives just because it's your job and not mind about it.

Is that how you see it?

Well, Rob's never going to get over this.

I mean, I don't see what good you've done him.

But would Rob have been better off

if he'd gone on believing in a father who didn't really exist?

It's not my job to decide that for him.

But it's not that simple.

But I don't want to do your job.

I don't assign blame.

I'm not responsible for the consequences of other people's

actions either.

I don't even expect to understand people's motives.

I just aim for clarity.

And that makes it worthwhile?

Well, I suppose it fulfills something in me, yes.

If you got to choose again, would you still be a detective?

No.

I'd be Oscar Peterson.

Oh, no!

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