..All this way for another pointless course. I thought diversity would be up your street!
Billy, I know racism when I see it. I don't need lectures and silly role-plays.
It's good to see you again, Havers.
It gives me great pleasure, on behalf of my charity Raising Hope, to make this donation
to St Michael's Hostel
in recognition of the excellent work you do in helping young, homeless people.
Thank you very much.
LOUDLY: Mr Sanderson, how far d'you think ten grand will go?
Thank you very much.
How much of the money you raise actually goes to the homeless, Mr Sanderson?
Doesn't your mum miss you now you're in Oxford?
A bit. But I take my washing back at weekends.
She's chuffed for me. It's a bigger force. Better chance for promotion.
RADIO CRACKLES Shh! '..Apparent suicide. 49 Wilton Street.'
Wilton Street. That's just round the corner. We can check it out.
What about your train? I can get a later one.
I'm not on duty for half an hour. We're always on duty, Billy. Go.
We might have to break in, Billy. But I'm still on probation in this force. Billy...!
We're too late. Suicide.
Name's Morag McNicholl.
Don't touch anything else.
DC Barbara Havers. Request immediate assistance...
Suspicious death.
CORK POPS
Here's to us. Cheers.
Well, I suppose I should start unpacking.
I'll do it tomorrow. Nothing to do. I don't want you lifting anything.
The point of early maternity leave is to concentrate on the house. No.
The point of early leave was because you have high blood pressure.
I want you taking it easy and opening some presents.
Can I see your warrant card?
Look at her wrists. S... Constable Slaven, why's this officer dealing with this with you here? Er... Wait.
Neither of us were on duty. I am the more experienced officer, so...
This is a local enquiry. I want you off the premises now. ..You stay here.
Er...do you live here? No. Do you?
What's your business here? You first. D'you know Morag McNicholl?
Has something happened to her? Are you a relative? Are you?
I'm Detective Constable Havers. What is your connection with Morag McNicholl? Red McGuire. Chronicle.
Suspicious death, right? Get out the way. Murder? Got any suspects?
Look, back off or I'll do you for scanning police radio.
Havers! I didn't expect to see you here. Well, I'm... I've been called to see the assistant commissioner.
How is he? Enjoying covering for Webberley, getting his hands dirty. Good luck.
You had a very promising career as a DS. -Yes, sir.
But you were demoted by Chief Supt Webberley. -Yes, sir.
Tell me about yesterday.
I'm... Well, I'm sorry if I stepped out of line. I was only...
I was with Constable Slaven when we heard the call. We realised we were very near to the scene, so...
So you barged in. Took over. Called for assistance of your own volition
despite an officer from that division being on the scene.
I didn't mean to stand on anyone's toes. -What made you call for assistance?
Well... When I saw the victim, something struck me.
The amount of blood on her wrists - it was as if the same force had been used on each one. And...
well, I just thought there's no way she's cut them herself.
And the cuts were... I don't know, just too neat.
And that's all you had to go on? -Yes.
Well, it's hard to explain.
Try.
Well, I just had a feeling, you know, a gut instinct
Um, I'm sorry if I over-reacted.
No. It was a good call. It appears that Morag McNicholl WAS murdered.
Sharp blow to the back of the neck consistent with a heavy object.
The killer cut her wrists to make it look like a suicide.
I see. I've asked Inspector Lynley to head up the investigation.
That'll please the Oxford squad(!)
Now, what am I going to do about you, Havers?
You must be looking forward to going back to Oxford, then, sir.
I'll be commuting. Oh, me too.
I thought your course had finished. ..You've not heard the news, then?
You've been assigned to the case? Yeah. Oh, and I've...
been reinstated.
Oh, Havers, that is...!
That's... I think the phrase you're looking for is "not before time".
You really don't know the Crucible Club? It's owned by Jemma Sanderson. You know, the model.
Picture of her here with Morag McNicholl.
You really should keep up, Sergeant, she's been around for ages.
It is odd, isn't it? No diary. No address book. Nothing.
Must be someone we can contact. Maybe she didn't have anyone.
I find that hard to believe. What? A woman living alone - why is that hard to believe?
She must have had a purse. Maybe the killer took it.
Sir? Yes, Sergeant?
You can stop calling me that. Sorry, Sergeant.
She had a healthy bank balance.
Regular payments. Kept her affairs in order.
Sir.
She was killed by a blow to the back of the skull. No weapon evident,
so it's possible she fell and banged her head.
The killer then lifted her into a chair - must've been strong enough -
and slit her wrists to make it look like a suicide.
Unfortunately there's no print on the blade. No sign of forced entry,
so it's possible or even probable that she knew her assailant.
We know of no family or friends as yet. She didn't mix with neighbours.
However, the door-to-doors have come up with this,
a young lad seen hanging around outside her house for the past two weeks.
It was reported to the police and someone did check it out. However, he'd moved on.
Sgt Havers?- Her purse is missing, and we found £10,000 in cash,hidden.
In relatively new bills, so it doesn't look like a lifelong stash, more a recent windfall.
Her personal finances seem to be very tidy indeed.
We've no real forensic evidence, and no prints apart from the victim's.
All we know is she worked at the Crucible Club.
Are you sure there's not a mistake? I mean, why would anyone...? How long had she worked here?
Since I opened. Which was when?
Ten years. A model's shelf-life is rather short.
What did she do for you, exactly? She was in charge of membership.
She knew how this place worked inside out.
How? I mean...
Where did it happen?
It was in her house. We think she may well have known her killer.
We've been unable to trace her family. Morag didn't have any family.
Boyfriends? Not in all the time I've known her.
Girlfriends? Oh, please.
Did she have any employment outside the club that you know of? No. The Crucible was her life.
It's just that we found rather a large amount of banknotes that don't quite match her bank statements.
I wouldn't know anything about that. Did she handle the cash here at all?
Surely you're not suggesting that...? I-I trusted her completely.
And now she's dead, you're accusing her of...? I can't believe this is happening.
We do have to consider every possibility. I realise that.
I'm sorry. May I ask where you were on Monday night between eight and ten? Whatever for?
Just a routine question, Mrs Sanderson.
I was here, working late.
Thank you. Now I'd like to see Morag's desk, please.
Can I ask what you're looking for?
A diary, address book. Anything with personal details.
Oh, that's one of my husband's charities. Morag helped out a bit. -Where might I find him?
He's at home, but he won't be able to tell you anything.
Sorry to have kept you waiting, Inspector.
A tragic business.
My wife phoned me. She's very shaken. Some coffee? Thank you.
How well did you know Ms McNicoll?
Not well. The club is really my wife's baby. I pop in now and then.
Sit down.
I understand she was involved in your charity work. She did some bookwork, helped at fundraisers,
But that's as far as it went.
Decent sort,
as far as I know.
Can I say something, Inspector?
Yes, of course. It would be better if this didn't reach the Press.
Better for whom? Look, the only reason that this is newsworthy
is the fact she worked for a high-profile couple like ourselves.
And I know journalists unscrupulous enough to make a meal of that.
Right.
I've been looking at the pathologist's report again, sir.
It says there were marks of childbirth. And? Well, I got the name of her GP from the pharmacy,
and they've no record of it. See what you can find out, then. OK...
also, the dihydrocodeine that was found in the house
was prescribed for acute back pain.
I checked that with path lab, and there's no sign of it in her system.
A lot of people don't take their medication, Havers.
I've also got her phone records. She's been getting a lot of calls from the one number.
Nancy Brooks, 12 Lethington Street. Yeah, it's near the Ladybird Estate. ..Hello?
Right. I'll check it out.
..I'm fine. You don't need to keep...
Beans on toast.
Well, yeah, again.
Well, I LIKE beans on toast.
Look, I'm a bit busy just now. Better go. Yeah, me too.
Yeah. Me too. Bye, Mum. Bye.
Oh, I'm going to lunch, yeah?
Oh, by the way, Billy, er... Yeah?
Have you got a vest on? It's cold out.
Remember me? I thought I told you! Come on, lighten up. Let me take you for lunch. No, thanks! My treat.
Could be worth your while. I said no, thanks. What if I said I can help you with the Morag McNicholl case?
Help yourSELF(!) She worked at the Crucible Club, right? Helped Nigel Sanderson's charity work.
How do you know? Got a snitch on the inside? Only you, with any luck.
In answer to your question, I make it my business to know everything that involves Sanderson.
But if you're not interested, I won't waste my time.
You'll have to excuse the display of gluttony.
I've just quit smoking. Can't stop stuffing my face.
That's my technique - get your own. I've been doing this since I was seven.
Now, tell me about Nigel Sanderson. Preferably not with your mouth full.
OK, I think we should put our cards on the table. -What cards?
I want you to keep Morag's death out of the Press for now. -Oh, you want an exclusive on it?
And on all police information regarding the case.
And I'll tell you where to start looking. Deal? I AM a police officer.
I don't need deals for information. I must know more about the police than you, then.
WE decide when to give information.
So what is it you want to tell me?
What's your main line of investigation? Oh, I thought you had some useful information for me.
I think I know why Morag McNicholl was murdered. What if she was blackmailing Sanderson?
Over what? I'm not sure, exactly.
Look, Sanderson's a bad bit of work. He was disbarred from the Law Society for embezzling.
He wriggled out. Then the Newman case in the '90s. Remember that? Murder case.
Newman worked for Sanderson. Ended up in the Thames. Sanderson wriggled out again.
Got money to set his wife up at The Crucible. Now this so-called charity.
It's another scam. And Morag McNicholl fits in where?
OK, maybe the blackmailing's a leap too far.
But I reckon she was another Newman. She knew too much, and Sanderson had to get rid of her.
Is this pie in the sky, or have you any CONCRETE link from Morag to him?
His income doesn't add up to his lifestyle, he's been involved in a murder before,
he's got an offshore account, a flat in St Tropez, an 80-foot yacht...
You're just jealous. And I don't have time to sit and listen to your tittle-tattle.
Mrs Brooks? -Yes? -I'm Inspector Lynley. I need to talk to you about Morag McNicholl.
Are you sure you don't know her?
What is this about?
Mrs Brooks?
I don't think so.
Why? Apparently she was called from this number on several occasions.
Do you live here alone? Yes. My son's away at the moment, and my husband died three months ago.
I'm sorry. What did you say the name was again?
Morag McNicholl.
I didn't recognise her. It must be 20 years.
How did you know her? Derek, my husband, knew her through his work.
Can you please tell me what this is about?
I'm afraid she's been murdered.
When was this? -Monday night. -Murdered.
Can I ask why you called her?
To tell her about Derek. People that were close, I...
It's taken me some time to get round to other people.
You phoned a number of times.
You know how it is.
You say you'll keep in touch, you make an effort for a little while.
Did she have any family that you know of? No. She never...
She never wanted a family.
How did she die?
She was attacked in her house.
We suspect that she knew her killer.
I wish I could be more help, Inspector, but as I said,
I didn't know her very well. -Thank you.
You're convinced this is the way forward? Morag McNicholl had no family, no life outside her work.
I think she knew something was going on at the club. They're looking for a temp for Morag's job
and I won... I just thought if I could get in, I could find out what she knew. -And if she was killed
because of it, you'd put yourself in danger. -Only if I screw up. And I won't. I know I can do it, sir.
I believe you can.
We have to follow proper procedure. How long will that take? Cos I've got an interview in Oxford at 5.30.
You don't hang about, do you, Sergeant?
I've got A-levels in English and Computing.
And considerable experience with word-processing, letter writing, taking minutes, typing up reports.
The whole range of office skills. How would you rate your people skills?
Never any complaints in that department.
Why wasn't I consulted? We had to move very fast.
Sgt Havers strongly believes Morag McNicholl was killed because she knew what went on at the Crucible.
And she saw an opportunity. So you let her jump in? Do you question my decision? Well, with respect, sir,
She has no experience of covert operations!
This club has a distinguished membership, faces you may see on TV or in the newspaper.
How would you deal with that? The way I see it they come here to relax, to get away from all that.
So I suppose the best way is to just ignore it, you know, give them their own space. Exactly.
She's only just been reinstated. I capable. I have confidence in her.
To be quite honest...I'm quite shy,
around men, anyway, especially toffs.
I AM the SIO. I have to express my concern. At the moment, we have no suspects. Morag McNicholl
appeared to know no-one outside work. It has to be our main focus. I see.
This is not deep cover, Inspector. We are hoping that she's going to be in and out of there quickly.
I told her you'll look in tomorrow, get Jemma Sanderson out of the way
so she can have a look round. Yes, sir.
Are you managing all right? Yeah, thanks. Any problems, just ask.
Oh, by the way, my husband's having a gathering at our house on Sunday. I wonder if you'd be free...
Oh, that would be very kind. ..to help out with drinks?
It's a fundraiser for his charity. The Crucible staff are very generous with their time.
Of course. I'd be glad to, er,
help. DOOR OPENS
Can I help you?
Morag? No, I'm sorry, afraid not.
I was wondering if we could have another word. Well, yes, of course.
Er, Patricia...?
Patricia? Oh, sorry.
We'll be in the Oriel Lounge. Will you manage on your own? Yes. Thanks.
I've already told you everything I know.
Did Morag ever mention children? No, we never discussed it. But then again, I-I'm not a mother, so...
I don't think there's anything else I can tell you. You have a very prestigious clientele here.
Morag was in charge of membership. Perhaps she'd access to information. Where is this going, Inspector?
Well, to be honest, we haven't found an official source for the money found at her house.
And it is possible... First you call her a thief and now you're accusing her of...what, exactly?
I'm not accusing anyone of anything, Mrs Sanderson.
We do have to examine the possibility that her murder is in some way linked to your club.
Am I right in saying you and Morag were in fact quite close? We were.
She was more of a friend than an employee. So she may have confided something. Like what?
I don't know. Anything that could help us build a better picture
of what was going on in the last few days of her life. I'm afraid I can't think of anything.
If that's all, Inspector, I'm very busy and must get back to my office.
I'd like a full list of members, if that's all right. Contact details.
This would be very bad for the club.
Most people are more than willing to help the police with their enquiries, Mrs Sanderson.
Actually, there was something.
I swore to Morag not to tell anyone. She trusted me. Whatever you tell me could help find her killer.
She did have a child, a son, years ago. Gave him up for adoption.
And? Recently he managed to trace her. Got in touch.
It upset her enormously. Why?
She said he never forgave her for giving him up.
Said he'd turned out "bad". -In what way?
Oh, trouble with the police, that sort of thing. -She blamed herself for that?- Yes, I think she did.
Do you have a name for this boy?
Age? Where I might find him? No.
And you have no idea of the hospital he was born in or the adoption agency she used? No.
You surely don't think he could have had something to do with this?
Thank you for your time, Mrs Sanderson.
Morag McNicholl. Name mean anything to you? Get out of my way. Yeah, I understand she worked for you.
She was murdered. Does the saviour of the poor have any comment? Not for the banner rags.
What are you doing? I-I'm Patricia Brady. I've just started.
You must be Mr Sanderson. Have you seen my wife? Yeah.
She's in the Oriel Lounge, with the police inspector.
You won't be missed? They think I popped out for a sandwich.
the club's threatened with foreclosure. So? Then, a one-off deposit. £50,000.
We're supposed to be investigating Morag's murder, not their finances.
It's all I found before Sanderson interrupted me. He put something in a safe. If I got the combination,
then I might find out... To find what? Well, I dunno. But right now, it's our only line of inquiry.
Wrong, Havers, we have a new line of inquiry. Jemma Sanderson says Morag had a son she put up for adoption.
Recently, he traced her. And it was not a happy reunion.
Why didn't she tell you straight off? She made some promise to Morag. Why break it now?
Cos she doesn't want you fishing at the club. I'm going back to Morag's flat. We may have missed something.
Unfortunately, I can't take you(!)
Hey! Come here!
Here. You OK?
I'll get them in the post tonight.
Marjorie! How are you? Oh, a bit tired, but I'm not complaining. How could I? Oh, she's beautiful.
Here. Would you like to hold her?
She looks so content. I don't want to disturb her.
Let's have a coffee. I'll hold her then. OK.
-Lynley. -Morag McNicholl's Switch card's been used, sir. They're holding someone.
'You "found" the card? At the Greasy Spoon. Under the table.'
Someone must've dropped it. Please don't tell my boss. When was this? The other day.
I can't remember exactly. It was just lying there. I didn't even know whose it was.
I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have. You're not going to tell my boss?
I won't do it again, I swear. What happened to the purse?
It's here.
Was there anything else in this purse? Well, there was, but...
What?
There was about 30 quid. But I spent it. I'm sorry.
D'you recognise this woman, Shelley?
Yeah, I think it was her. Tell her I'm really sorry. I'll pay the money back.
Did she come in regularly? Did you see her talking to anyone?
Um, I don't think so. I think she was on her own.
Thank you.
Oh, where were you on Monday night?
I was working. I work all hours.
Get her to the station and have her cautioned, OK?
Sir, Shelley Gibson's alibi checked out. But we've got a match for those prints coming through.
Excellent. PHONE RINGS
LYNLEY: Hi, darling. Hi.
What time will you be home tonight? I'm afraid I'll be quite late. Sorry.
Its just that I've got something to show you, something you're going to like. What is it?
Oh, you'll have to wait and see.
I'll see you later. I'll be back as soon as I can. Bye. OK. Bye.
Billy, have a look at this.
Actual bodily harm, misuse of drugs. Could add robbing the dead.
No, that bit. The name and address. It's Nancy Brooks' son!
I've told you everything I know.
It's not you I want to talk to, Mrs Brooks. It's your son, Daniel.
Barbara! He's still in Oxford, I'm afraid. Oh. I thought he'd be home by now.
I-I just wanted to catch up. I've got to steer clear of the incident room these days. Oh, I got you this.
Thanks. Well, why don't you come in?
..OK.
I don't know where he is. I'm going mad wondering what could've happened to him. I saw him today.
Where? Breaking into Morag McNicholl's house.
And...where is he now?
I was hoping you could tell me that.
What is Daniel's connection to Morag McNicholl?
Look, he's been in a bit of bother with the police. Got into the wrong company, that's all.
But he's a good boy, deep down.
Please answer the question.
What is Daniel's connection to Morag McNicholl?
Is he...?
Is he HER son, Mrs Brooks?
So you managed to get away!
What's it like working for the big boss? Hillier?
Um... I like him. He recognises hard work.
That's all I need! Would you like a drink? I don't wanna keep you back.
Oh, thanks, Barbara! These are fun.
Let me show you round the house. No, I should get going.
No, no, wait, he's bound to want to see you. I tell you what, I've got a bottle of wine in the fridge.
I'm only allowed one, but it'd be nice not to have it on my own.
We always wanted a big family,
the house full of noise and chaos.
But it never happened.
We were on the adoption list, but it was taking too long.
Then my husband met Morag.
It's not what you think. It wasn't his baby.
She was a receptionist at the car showroom where he worked.
She was pregnant. Needed money.
It seemed like the answer for all of us.
We agreed to give her £20,000.
I was terrified she would change her mind. But she never even looked at him.
Never held him.
She did threaten to take him away, give him to an adoption agency,
unless we gave her another £10,000.
We had to go to a moneylender.
It all got too much for my husband.
He lost his job.
Eventually, we lost the house.
Ended up here.
Do you have children, Inspector?
Not yet. Then you can't imagine what it's like -
having a child and no money.
So you're not tempted to give up police work and become a full-time secretary? No chance.
It's quite risky, what you're doing. Interesting though.
Immersing yourself in a totally different character.
Well, I have to keep my mouth shut, do as I'm told. That must be a challenge!
Nice place.
I know. But it's...
What?
I don't know. Since I gave up work, maybe I've got too much time to think.
Lucky you.
I know I am.
Does Tommy ever talk much about the baby?
Um... We talk about work, mostly.
Because he never really...
Well, typical man. He'd run a mile rather than talk about his feelings.
We always told him he was adopted.
When his dad died, he became obsessed with finding his real parents.
He wanted the name of the adoption society.
He kept asking questions.
Finally, I told him the truth, hoping that that would put an end to it.
But it made him all the more determined. He was angry.
He went looking for her.
And I've not seen or heard from him since.
I'd like to see his room.
He hates me tidying his room,
so I daren't touch anything.
I know he'll be back. If he does, get in touch with me immediately.
Please, Mrs Brooks, before he gets in any deeper.
Havers! -Barbara brought us a housewarming gift.
Oh, that's very sweet of you. Thank you. ..Sorry I'm so late, darling.
Um, I should go. No, no, no. Stay. I'll get you up to speed on what's been happening.
Remember the boy seen hanging around outside Morag's house?
I caught him breaking in today. He got away from me. Turns out that he's Morag's son. Daniel Brooks.
Morag sold him to Nancy Brooks as soon as he was born. She SOLD him?
Then asked for more money. If Nancy Brooks can be believed, Morag was a pretty heartless, calculating woman.
Maybe she didn't have a choice. Darling, sorry, I've been thinking about this all the way from Oxford.
Daniel Brooks, filled with rage against his mother, his natural mother...
Actually, both, by the sounds of it.
Anyway, he goes looking for her and confronts her. He gets very angry,
Panics. He... He knocks her over, kills her. Doesn't know what to do, so he puts her in a chair,
and slits her wrists to make it look like suicide. But why go back?
To rob her. By now he believes he's entitled to all her worldly goods.
That doesn't do your theory about the Crucible Club any favours. No. It reinforces it.
I mean, we now know that Morag was capable of extorting money.
And the club had serious financial difficulties. I mean, Morag could have been stealing from them. No.
No, it's got to be Daniel Brooks. Think logically. He's got previous for ABH.
Eyewitnesses put him at the scene. He has the means, he has the motive. His life was a mess!
He goes looking for his natural parents, hoping to find some new identity and, when he finds her,
not only doesn't she want him, he finds out she SOLD him! Now, how much more motive do you need?
What d'you think, darling?
I'm sorry, I'm very tired.
I'm gonna have to go to bed.
Good night, Barbara. Thank you for the present. Mmm.
OK, I'll be up soon. Nearly finished here.
I should go.
This is what she wanted me to see, isn't it? Yeah.
Um, I think you should talk to her. G'night.
I see SOME women aren't scared of losing their model figures.
You know it's not about that.
So what did that Lynley character want? What do you think? To talk about Morag. What did you tell him?
Same as I told him yesterday.
That I didn't know anything about her personal life.
Why?
I just don't like the police sniffing around. Do you?
I mean, you're so...so calm.
You're ready for it.
But I... But what?
Look, I know it's daunting.
This is a huge life change and it's perfectly natural to feel apprehensive.
But, hey, you shouldn't feel scared.
I do, I do feel scared. That is exactly what I feel. I feel scared about being a father.
I'm scared I'm not cut out for family life. If that's how you... Scared that it'll be...
as dysfunctional as my own family,
that I'll let this little thing down as I let them down. You can't think like that.
When my father died...
I should have taken his place at the head of my family.
Or the centre of it.
But I didn't.
I turned away, I RAN away.
Couldn't comfort my mother - too busy hating her. My brother turned into a drug addict. What use was I?!
Tommy.
This isn't YOUR family.
It's ours. It's a whole new chapter.
And yes, it's scary.
But don't you realise how lucky we are?
Look at the lengths some people go to to have a baby. And it just HAPPENED for us.
Yeah, you're right.
I know. I mean I-I KNOW you're right.
Oh, come here.
Mr Sanderson... Mr San-der-son.
Morning! What do you want now? Well, just a couple of questions.
Thought you might like the opportunity to tell your side of the story before I print mine.
Now, your charity raised over two million pounds last year.
How much went to the homeless?
And how much went to your offshore account? Get back to the gutter, Red, and stay there.
..Just take care of it. You know what to do.
Yes? Your coffee, Mr Sanderson.
Thank you.
Right, Daniel Brooks. I think the motive may be revenge against his natural mother.
We don't know his whereabouts,
so I'll circulate these around nearby stations.
Billy, what's that on your trousers?
On the pocket.
Sorry, sir. Had a match last night.
What is it? I saw that on Daniel Brooks' trousers. Snooker chalk.
My mum used to go spare at the state of my togs. Maybe he plays snooker, sir! Maybe(!)
Better find out where the local halls are. There's the Tunnel in Boxwell Street. The Green Baize,
The 147... The Triangle - but no, that's a bit upmarket.
This boy would be liable to hang about somewhere where they do cheap rates for Giro lads. Like...
the Black Ball or the Big Cue. Thank you, Billy. To think you've only been in Oxford five minutes.
Snooker's a good way of making friends, sir. Outside of work.
Not that police officers don't make good friends. I didn't mean... I just...
Y-You know. It does you good to get away from work, unwind a bit and meet new people. Thank you, Billy.
Someone go too, stop him getting distracted.
Steady on, boys!
Never even touched the sides, Daniel.
I wasn't robbing the place, OK? I was just looking for something. What? Something. Anything -
what does it matter? She's dead.
When you found out that Morag McNicholl was your mother you must have been angry. ..Yeah.
At first. So? And went looking for her. I got the right, haven't I?
What did you expect from her? Remorse? Some explanation as to why she did it? Something like that.
How did you first make contact? I phoned her. What was her reaction when you told her who you were?
Hung up on me, didn't she? Why didn't you just leave it at that?
Hanging around outside her house for weeks, clocking her movements, plucking up courage to confront her.
Full of resentment, weren't you? You wanted to make her see what she'd done. Did you mean to harm her
or did you lose your temper? What is this? You hit her, she fell, banged her head. I dunno what... Sit down.
You... I said sit down!
I never touched her. I never even met her!
We've witnesses who saw you outside her house. Outside, yeah. But I never went in!
You expect us to believe that? I wanted to, but I kept bottling it. A woman who gave you up for money.
She didn't CARE what happened to you. You don't know that! She must've been DESPERATE.
Maybe she's been sorry every day of her life.
If I could've seen her...
talked to her.
I don't know.
Maybe we could've...
But I never got the chance.
You have no right to judge her.
All right. Let's go back a bit.
You were outside her house on Monday night, but you didn't go in?
No. Did you see anyone else?
I did, as it happens.
She's called Shelley. How do you know? Is she a friend? No.
I followed her to the caff where she works. I saw it on her badge.
Shelly don't work here now. Any idea where I can find her? You tried her house? She left in a hurry.
She in some kind of trouble? She was spotted at the scene of a murder. No way!
I need to eliminate her from our enquiries. If you do have an idea of her whereabouts, call the station.
Sure. Thank you.
Ah!
Why are you following me? I just wanna talk to you. What about? You were there that night, weren't you?
We should get you to A&E, get you X-rayed. And I can take a statement.
I'll be fine. You could have broken ribs, a ruptured spleen.
These guys knew when to stop. This isn't a hospital job.
What was it, then?
A warning to back off. Who from?
Nigel Sanderson. Why?
Getting too close to the truth.
I still think you should go to hospital. Why are you here?
To get some information. On?
Sanderson. What exactly? Well, everything you have. Oh, no! No, no.
All right, let's start with why you have it in for him,
and end with him having you beaten up.
It could take some time.
You have somewhere else you have to be? No.
You're mixing me up with someone else. I dunno who you're on about! I saw you at her house.
What were you doing there? Nothing. I told you, I don't... Just tell me. She was my mother.
Please. You don't know what I've been through.
I'm just so scared.
I was the local journalist who got the scoop. It should've been my big break, got me onto the nationals.
Sanderson was being investigated for fraud. Newman's evidence would have clinched it and got him put away.
But Newman's body was found floating in the Thames.
They said there wasn't enough evidence for a murder trial.
It should be one of those stories that never goes away. Trial by journalism. I wasn't gonna let it go.
I'd enough on Sanderson for a rainforest of front pages. Then my house got broken into,
my files stolen, my hard disk wiped clean.
And you've been hounding him ever since?
Give or take a few hazy years when I was drinking.
Look, if I tell you everything I know,
will you...? You know I can't.
We could be a great team.
You're in over your head. Come on, you've already had one beating!
But if you give us everything you've got, I can arrange for police protection.
Sorry, Barbara, no. I need this story. Well, you'll get your story.
I don't think so. You lot'll act too quickly and waste it. The right people will get tipped off.
Brown envelopes will change hands.
That won't happen. Not all police are like you, Barbara.
It's a pity.
You stupid cow!
Why didn't you come to me? I did come to you, remember?
You said, "It's your problem. Sort it out." This was your idea of sorting it out(?)
Are you out of your mind? If this comes out... Don't, Nigel.
Did you really think you could get away with it? This isn't helping.
I'm being blackmailed.
They say if I don't... I know what they say - I can read!
We've guests arriving soon.
I can't face it. Oh, you'll face it, all right.
You'll look dazzling. You'll smile.
You'll greet our guests
like the loving wife and charming hostess they take you to be.
Glad you could...make it.
Marjorie!
I wasn't expecting you. I managed to find a babysitter.
I had to come and show our support.
Jo... Have a drink.
Patricia, a drink for Mr and Mrs Carter.
Got yourself a new job, or are you moonlighting...Patricia?
Champagne?
Have you got something soft?
Who let YOU in?
Press. Oh, so what are you after? Free booze?
I'm at a gathering of the rich in the name of the poor. You did tell me to get back to the gutter. I did.
My paper asked me to cover the event. Beggars can't be choosers.
Nasty cut you've got there. I walked into a door.
You should be more careful. Next time you may not be so lucky.
What are you trying to pull?
You first. You are taking a risk. This is his home. I know.
So he's not going to try anything here, is he?
Firstly, I would like to thank all of you for coming.
Thank you.
Now, as I'm sure you are aware, I'm going to be hitting on you for cash.
But at least you can afford it.
All of us have the good fortune to have a roof over our heads.
But I want you to imagine being homeless, not to know the comfort of a set of keys in your pocket.
Being forced to live on the streets or in a hostel.
Or in the gutter. No money. No future. No hope.
You know I'm undercover. What are you doing here? My paper sent me.
Oh, please! Do you think I want to do gigs like this? You'd jump at ANY chance to dog Sanderson. Admit it.
I don't have to admit anything. Oh, stop playing games with me, Red.
If you've got anything on Sanderson that will let us bring him in, give it to me now.
If I do, will you give me...?
Have you got a death wish? He had you beaten up. It shows how close I'm getting.
Why are you taking so many chances?
Why are you? Because it's my job.
Barbara, this is a dangerous man. If he suspects you're a police...
He doesn't suspect anything. So will you give me everything you have on him?
All right, I will. If you promise...
You'll get your story, all right?
So, this is smokers' corner, is it, chaps?
Promise me you'll get out.
Please, Barbara. I will... when we've got him.
We'd better get back inside, but not together.
Patricia...
be careful.
I'll see you chaps later.
Havers. -No deals, all right?
Listen, my file on Sanderson.
I've got the last bit of proof
and, er...you can have it. The full works.
Where do you want to meet?
You choose. OK. Well, do you know a pub called The Trout? Er...
Yeah, yeah, I know it. OK, I'll see you there. I'll see you there.
Havers, I'm sorry.
I was just on my way home when I got a call.
It's very convenient, isn't it? Just when he was ready to tell me.
It was a road accident, Havers. We were investigating the same area.
This is suspicious. He was probably over the limit and lost control of the car.
Red didn't drink.
We're on it, Havers.
Well, I say we bring in Sanderson right now. On what grounds?
He had Red beaten up.
Red had evidence that Sanderson was connected to Morag's murder. And I heard him threaten him.
It's not enough. Sanderson must have had someone tamper with his car. And the file is missing.
Who else would have done it? Did anyone see you talking with Red?
Maybe a few of the guests.
No-one important. Why? You know why.
It isn't safe for you at the club any more. I want you out. And I want to stay in until we nail him.
Tommy, I understand your concern about Barbara, but how long is she going to stay?
It won't be for long. I just don't think she should be on her own.
I've been thinking about this all night, Havers.
I will go and talk to Sanderson this morning, while you have a last look around the club, then I want you out.
I will, if I find something. No arguments. I want you out today.
Well, I'd like to discuss this with the Assistant Commissioner. I'll discuss it with Hillier. Morning.
Morning, dear. What's going on? Nothing.
Would you like some coffee? No, thanks. I can't face it since I got pregnant, even the smell.
Sorry. That's OK.
Right, I suppose I should make a move.
Oh.
Bye.
Bye. See you later.
Nice mug.
It was nice of her to give them to us.
You're going to be a great dad.
Good morning.
Morning.
Oh, yes, I know him. He was a bit of a pest, to be honest.
Why? He was a guest at your private function here yesterday.
Hardly a guest.
He was supposed to be giving us press coverage. Can I ask what this is about?
He was killed last night. Killed?
In a car crash.
Oh. Typical journalist, I suppose.
One whiff of free booze and they don't know when to stop.
Actually, he didn't drink.
Oh.
Anyway, what's this got to do with me? We're treating his death as suspicious. Really? Why?
The pathologist has found some Rohypnol in his blood.
Rohypnol? It induces a state of semi-consciousness.
Because of it, Mr McGuire lost control of his car and crashed.
Ah. This is shocking, Inspector, but I still don't see it has anything to do with me.
He spent yesterday evening here at your party and then he was driving home.
The drug must have been administered before... You're not seriously suggesting that one of my guests...
There could be any number of explanations.
Maybe he took it himself, not realising what it was.
Or maybe he intended using it on some poor girl, but it backfired.
He got the drinks mixed up.
You really can't go jumping to conclusions.
Did you talk to Mr McGuire yesterday?
Only in passing. Why? I've spoken to his editor. Apparently he was rather a thorn in your side.
He was an irritant, that's all.
Spite and envy, those were the tools of his trade. I see.
May I ask where you were last Monday night?
Last Monday? The night that Morag McNicholl was killed.
Oh, I... I was at another charity do.
Oh, come on, Inspector! Are you seriously suggesting...?
We know that Mr McGuire was conducting his own investigation into her death. So?
So now he's been murdered. And that strikes me as rather a coincidence.
Why would I kill Morag? I barely knew the woman.
Perhaps she knew something about you. Like what?
The same thing Red McGuire knew. MOBILE RINGS
Yes? It's Billy, sir.
I'm in Woodlands Lane, sir. Daniel Brooks has been murdered.
Stop her! She's stolen my baby!
Time of death was between ten and one last night, sir.
MOBILE RINGS Excuse me.
Yes? I've just found Red's file in the safe. I think we've got him.
We need to find it legally. I'll get a search warrant. You'd better get out. I'll send some backup.
We don't have anything to connect him to Morag's death. I don't think he killed Morag. Why?
We've found Daniel dead. It must be connected to her personal life.
PHONE RINGS Lynley.
Sir, it's about Shelley Gibson.
Get her away from me!
Somebody do something, please!
Stay away from me. Shelley, give me the baby. She's mine!
She doesn't know what she's talking about. Keep her away from me!
It's all right.
She's mine.
What's her name?
Nicola.
I wanted to call her Nicola.
That's a good name.
Can I hold her, please? No. Nobody's taking her off me again. Nobody!
BABY CRIES Shhh... It's all right.
It's all right. BABY STOPS CRYING
See! She knows my voice.
She knows I'm her mother.
I think she does.
She said I couldn't look after a baby.
But I can. See?
# Hush, little baby don't say a word. #
Who told you that, Shelley?
She did - Morag.
# Momma's gonna buy you a mockingbird... #
Anyone can see that, Shelley. You're going to be a wonderful mother.
We're never going to be apart again, not ever.
I'm going to be a father for the first time in a few months.
Really?
But I still can't quite imagine what it's like, though, holding your own baby in your arms.
It's like...it's like the best feeling in the world.
It must be.
It must be overwhelming.
Your own flesh and blood. BABY CRIES
Does that mean she's hungry?
Can I give her a bottle?
Of course you can.
Let me get you both inside, all right?
Come on.
I've got her, don't worry, I've got her. That's it, love. That's it.
I've got her, I've got her.
Mrs Sanderson's gone to the bank.
I saw you talking to Red McGuire yesterday. What was that about?
Red McGuire?
I don't know any... Boyfriend, was he?
You in it together? In what?
You've been sniffing around in here and passing stuff on to him.
I don't know what you're talking about. Oh, yes, you do. And you're going to tell me all about it.
And you're going to tell me now.
You have no idea who you are dealing with, do you?
Police. We have a warrant to search the premises. What kept you?
This is totally unnecessary, but I'll cooperate. Briefcase, Billy.
What the hell's going on? I'm Barbara Havers, CID.
You're right. I had some interesting conversations with Red McGuire.
Arrest him for the murder of Red.
And it won't finish there. We will be reopening the Newman Case.
I want to see my baby.
Where is she? Nicola's fine. The social worker's looking after her.
I know it's hard, Shelley, but I have to know the truth now.
You were seen at Morag's house the night she was killed.
He told you that, didn't he?
Who?
Daniel.
Yes.
What were you doing there?
Tell me how you first met Morag.
She came into the Greasy Spoon to put up a poster.
She saw I was pregnant. She said she could help me. She'd find a good home for my baby.
Did she offer you money?
I want my baby.
I swear I'll never do another bad thing as long as I live.
Please. Please...
We've arrested Sanderson.
He'll never confess, but we've got enough evidence to bring him to court. Good work, Havers.
How's it going?
Not well. I suspended the interview. She knew Daniel Brooks.
She said she knew that he'd given us information on her.
She killed him? I think he witnessed a lot more than he told us.
She shut him up before he told us anything else?
I hope I'm wrong on this one, but I'm beginning to doubt it very much.
The doctor examined her and said that she has given birth recently.
So it looks like it IS her baby.
She said she met Morag at the cafe and was encouraged to give up the baby. Morag then sold it.
What, just like she sold Daniel Brooks?
Only this time she put up the prices. 60 grand she charged the Carters. But we only found ten at Morag's.
So what happened to the other 50?
The club.
I trusted you. That's not important now.
No, we know that Marjorie Carter didn't give birth to the baby she's passing off as her own.
So? It was adopted. She said it was a private arrangement with Morag McNicholl.
She paid £60,000. But Morag was just the broker, wasn't she?
I don't know what you're talking about. Then how do you explain this?
Where did you get this?
A single payment of £50,000. Where did the money come from?
I'd have to check with my accountant. Oh, we already have. He's got no record of the money.
This did not go through the club's books.
The bank was threatening to foreclose, wasn't it?
You had to find money fast. And you did. Around the time that Morag sold the baby to Marjorie Carter.
Take your time, Shelley. But I need you to tell me everything about you and Morag.
Then can I see my baby?
I can't make you any promises. But it'll be better for you in the long run if you help me now.
It was Morag's idea.
She came across these girls through Nigel's charity.
Heartbreaking.
Drug addicts. Prostitutes.
They don't want children.
Why can't people with money, who can afford them, take them on? I know what it's like to want a baby.
I never managed to conceive. No medical reason. It just never happened. I would have adopted,
but Nigel didn't want the agencies probing into our lives, making decisions about us.
So you knew there was a market out there? It wasn't like that.
Marjorie was desperate. They'd spent thousands on IVF.
They'd been turned down for adoption. This was her last chance. And what about Shelley Gibson?
Who's Shelley Gibson?
She gave me these pills, painkillers.
I just wanted someone to take the pain away.
Then, when I couldn't stand it any more, it all stopped.
And I heard this little cry.
I wanted to see her, to hold her...
..but Morag wouldn't let me.
So, while she was cleaning up the mess, I got up.
I picked up my baby.
I put my finger in her hand and she held onto it.
And I just knew I couldn't let her go.
I told Morag I'd changed my mind.
She was nice about it.
Made me tea and toast.
Told me I needed to sleep. We'd talk about it later.
When I woke up, my baby was gone.
She said it all went smoothly and the girl was just glad it was over.
So you took the baby to the Carters and Shelley was sent back out on the streets with nothing.
No.
She was given £5,000 to get her back on her feet.
How much did Morag get?
£5,000. But she didn't do it for the money. She did it for me, for the club.
Shelley never saw any of the money.
What will happen to the baby?
Do you care? Of course I care.
It'll be for the courts to decide. Is there any chance that Marjorie will be able to keep it?
I very much doubt it. She's been involved in a criminal act. So have you, Jemma. Human trafficking.
I really thought I was doing a good deed.
Come on. You don't charge 60 grand for a good deed.
I was desperate...
I didn't know where to turn.
My husband...
Nigel didn't want to help.
So Morag came up with a solution, convinced you it would be easy and no-one would get hurt.
But she didn't count on maternal instincts, because she didn't have any.
So you weren't working last Monday, were you?
I went back to Morag's.
I begged her.
She said it wasn't up to her.
Her boss was in on it. And these were really powerful people, you couldn't fight them.
She told me to be glad my baby had a good home.
I was to get on with my life.
Forget her.
How could I?
I told her I'd never give up.
I wouldn't leave her alone, I'd keep pestering her until I got my baby.
She got nasty, tried to shove me out the door. But I was stronger than her.
I pushed her off and she fell down.
I could tell she was dead because her eyes were staring.
I should have called the police, but I was too scared.
I thought I'd be in trouble, that I'd never get Nicola again.
I don't know how I got the idea.
But I got her onto a chair, then I ran to the bathroom, found a packet of razor blades.
I pulled my sleeve over my hand, like this.
And I just did it.
Dead quick.
How was your husband involved in this? He had nothing to do with it.
He was furious
You should know he's been charged with murder.
No.
This is my fault. He was trying to help me.
In what way?
In what way, Jemma?
There's no use trying to protect him now. We have him in custody.
We have evidence implicating him. I was sent this letter.
They said they knew about the baby.
They said they'd go to the police unless I gave them money.
And where's the letter now?
Nigel has it.
He said he'd take care of everything.
You've done really well, Shelley.
What for? He wanted to know what happened. Did you tell him?
Yes. Everything? Yes.
Did he tell you who he was? Yes.
Morag's son.
Did he threaten you?
No.
Threaten to go to the police? No.
He was going to tell us that you killed Morag, wasn't he?
And you panicked. You thought you'd never see your Nicola again.
It's understandable, Shelley, it got violent, you grabbed a brick.
Just like with Morag, you didn't mean to kill him. He's dead? That blow was fatal.
No. He can't be dead.
He can't be.
He said he would help me. He promised. What did he promise you?
I thought he'd be mad when I told him about his mum, but he wasn't.
He was sorry for me. Wanted to make it up. We had a plan.
What plan? I told him I'd taken his mum's diary.
I knew where Nicola was. He said if I got her back, he would get the money to help me look after her.
He promised me it would be all right. He promised me.
I never killed him, I swear. I swear on my baby's life.
She's confessed to Morag's murder, but denies Daniel's. I believe her. Sir, something else has come up...
She was distraught when I told her about Daniel's death. She confided in him. About the baby? Yeah.
He said he would help her. He had a plan. He was blackmailing Jemma.
She was being blackmailed? Yeah. By someone that knew about the baby. She got a letter yesterday,
threatening to go to the police if she didn't pay up. Sanderson said he'd sort it.
Whatever you think you've got on Red McGuire, you'll never make it stick.
Your wife has been very forthcoming. And as well as Red McGuire,
we'll be charging you with the murder of the man who was blackmailing your wife - Daniel Brooks.
And to think I was worried about bringing a child into this world.
You'll be a great dad.
Thanks, Havers.
If my mum was on that jury, she'd convince them to let her off lightly.
She says any mother would kill to defend her young. Give it here.
Watch!
Nice one, Havers.
Helen, where are you? I'm here!
I love you...so much.