Geraldine?
Christ!
Oonagh's meant to be having a play day with Lucy.
Well, Geraldine's car's here.
I thought you were supposed to be away. I managed to get back early.
Coming in?
Geraldine?
Four...
Seven... Run!
Coming, ready or not.
Lucy, I got you!
Geraldine?
Lucy?
Geraldine!
DS Zailer. "It's Proust. Are you there yet?"
Yes, I'm at the house now, sir. "Well, you're late."
"The pathologist is already there." Yes, sir. I know.
"This one's down to you, Zailer."
Thank you, sir.
DC Waterhouse.
Sergeant. Just down the corridor, on the left.
Pathologist's already here. Didn't think you were on today.
No, they called me in. It's not a problem. No, of course not.
The inspector's already called me. Didn't even give me time to...
..get here.
Morning, ma'am. Morning.
Dr Chaudry. Charlie Zailer.
DS Zailer. Good to meet you, finally.
I'm sure you've seen worse at the Met, but for us this is a rarity.
The woman died of blood loss, deep cuts to the right wrist.
The girl apparently drowned. I won't know until the postmortem. Could anyone else have done this?
There are no marks to suggest it's anything other than self-inflicted.
They've just found this in the other bedroom.
Thank you, Sellers.
Thank you, Dr Chaudry.
Are you Mrs O'Hara?
Oonagh's exhausted, can I take her home?
Of course. I just need to take a quick statement.
I've already spoken to the other detective.
Right. Erm, well, can we drive you home?
No, thanks. No.
Is that your cat?
It's all right, darling. We're going to go home now, OK?
Geraldine adored Lucy.
She wouldn't have done this.
She couldn't.
I have to ask, sir, if your wife had any history of mental illness?
No. Never.
Were there any marital problems?
No!
This was a business trip you were away on, yes? Yeah.
Just a couple of days. I was in Switzerland
at a scientific conference. We make lasers.
When did you last speak to your wife? Yesterday.
When?
Lunchtime, around 1:30.
Was there an argument, anything the matter? No! No!
However trivial. I've said, no!
She was fine!
Somebody must've broken into the house...
We're checking for forced entry now, sir.
Detective Sergeant Zailer.
I'm in charge of this investigation.
Thank you, DC Waterhouse.
I'm very sorry about this, Mr Bretherick.
Thank you for letting us do our job.
Is this your wife's handwriting?
"I'm sorry, but I have to do what is right for Lucy and me."
Do you have any idea what she means?
No! I thought everything was fine.
If you can think of any reason at all.
I...I don't know if there's...
Anything to tell you.
Is there anyone we can call to be with you, sir?
No, it's just Geraldine.
There's only ever been Geraldine.
I'm very sorry, sir.
Poor bloke. By all means, commit suicide,
but don't take the kid with you, it's so bloody selfish.
We don't know all the facts yet.
Listen, Friday night...
The erm, the end of the evening's a bit hazy.
We don't have to talk about - We're working together,
so I don't want it to be a problem. It's not a problem. No problem.
That's good.
One more thing...
Would you mind not going ahead with interviews without consulting me first, please?
Sorry - I'm not being difficult,
it's just it confuses things and...
Since I have to make a judgement on the case, I need to be involved at all stages.
OK.
No problem.
Anyway, this all looks pretty straightforward.
Every time I stay at this hotel, you mess something up.
What's wrong with you? I know that I booked.
Do you expect me to drive back to Manchester for five hours?
Here you are, you're booked in for the 7th. See, I told you.
It's the 6th today. I'll cancel your booking for tomorrow
and I'll put you in our annexe. They're lovely rooms.
Have a nice stay.
Silly cow.
She probably had a long day.
Hello?
Nick?
Jake?
Zoe?
Hi, guys. How was football?
Did they win? 3-1.
Don's dropped by for a beer. He's brought little Matt.
Ah. Don't worry, Sal. I'll cook.
Sal, grab us a couple of beers, will you?
"The bill goes before Parliament next week."
In further news, the mother and daughter found dead
in their luxury home this morning
have been named as Geraldine and Lucy Bretherick.
They were found by Geraldine's husband, Mark Bretherick,
when he returned from a business trip.
The police are looking into the possibility that Geraldine Bretherick killed herself
"after taking the life of her daughter."
I don't suppose you could translate that for me, could you?
What do you mean? The sentence where you move from Aramaic to Sanskrit.
"Question. When did you last see Mrs Bretherick before today?
Last Friday, picking up Lucy from school. She seemed fine."
Oh, really? It says that, does it? Hm-mm.
Anything in here that seemed at all helpful?
Yes, there is.
Cordy O'Hara...makes a point...
Of saying Geraldine was "the perfect mother. She was happy
and she would never have done this." People who commit suicide
don't always advertise the fact. But this is her best friend.
Says they shared everything. It's a fallacy women share everything.
Is Cordy O'Hara married?
Divorced, I think. Single mother.
Geraldine Bretherick has wealthy husband,
great kid, designer house, maybe she felt she'd no right to complain.
Am I interrupting something? Nothing at all, Sergeant.
A five-year-old's in a morgue, DC Sellers, I'm struggling to find what's funny about that. Yes, sir.
DS Zailer.
Thank you. Pathology report's ready. That was quick.
Yeah, well, they fast-track it.
Great. Coming?
Wo-ho! Go get her, tiger!
Wo-ho!
Hey, Sal. Are you all right?
You look awful. You know that story in the news...
About the woman killing herself and her daughter?
Horrible, isn't it? I mean, I know kids drive you mad...
Her husband... Esther, I know him.
What do you mean? That course I went on a couple of months ago in Leeds.
Yeah? He was staying at the same hotel and...
I can't stop thinking about it, Esther.
His wife and his child are dead. He must be in such a state.
Sally, you didn't?
I did.
I slept with him, Esther.
Oh, come here.
We have received a toxicology report, Mr Bretherick.
Were you aware of your wife taking any medication for anxiety?
Benzodiazepine? No. But I...I have a prescription.
Could she have been taking your pills without you knowing? Yeah.
I suppose so, but I don't know why.
The bottle's in the drawer in the bedroom. Do you want me to get it?
Please.
So his pills ended up in her stomach?
It doesn't mean he force-fed them to her, does it?
These are all Geraldine's paintings, yeah?
Looks like it. What do you think?
Too chocolate-box for me.
I meant as evidence of her state of mind.
Not exactly depressed, are they?
What do you expect, The Scream?
It's empty.
Do you, er...do you think Lucy was asleep when she...
Would it... We really can't be...
We're pretty sure she was unconscious when she died.
You were abroad a lot, Mr Bretherick.
Could your wife have been lonely?
She had friends. She painted.
Did she have male friends?
She wasn't having an affair! OK?
I'm sorry to have to ask this, Mr Bretherick, I'm sure you'll understand.
Was there anything of that nature on your side?
No, I loved my wife.
Did your wife use this computer, sir?
We all used it. I'd like to check her correspondence, if that's OK?
Do you have to?
Yes, please, sir.
I think we'll leave it there for today, thank you, Mr Bretherick,
when DC Waterhouse has finished.
Sir.
Did you do any interview technique training?
He wasn't very keen on the idea of us taking the laptop, was he?
His wife has just killed herself and their daughter,
I'm thinking that's making him a little bit tetchy.
Maybe.
He was in Switzerland.
His alibi's solid.
I was at the hotel bar
and we got chatting.
Talked about Nick and the kids, how it wasn't always easy.
Talked about you.
He understood. You look like her, you know.
Who? His wife, Geraldine.
Do you think so?
It is over, isn't it?
Course it is.
I haven't seen him since.
And you're not going to contact him, are you? No.
Esther, I thought I might drop him a line, just to say how sorry I am.
As a friend, nothing else.
Don't get involved, Sal.
Honestly, for both your sakes.
See you back there.
Anything?
"Lucy would like to continue with ballet this term."
"I will be attending parents' evening this Thursday. My husband's away on business."
The life of a happily married housewife (!)
Probably killed herself out of boredom.
Seems perfectly contented to me,
which would corroborate Cordy O'Hara's statement.
All my married friends swear they're happy, but they're bloody miserable.
Doesn't make it the case here. Well, it wouldn't, except she was found dead in the bath!
It was all going so well, Friday night.
Say that again.
Nothing, Sergeant.
Zailer?
Carol's away on a trip with her mum.
Which one? What's the event, sir?
Charity lunch. Police rest home.
I'd go for the blue silk. Hm?
I think the pattern.
Progress? Still looking for a motive, sir.
Hm-mm. What does Waterhouse think?
With respect, I'm in charge of this investigation. Yes, you are.
To be honest, I find him - Here we go.
Carry on. Well...
If you're going to say undisciplined, I agree.
And arrogant and humourless,
and useless with paperwork.
Bloody good copper, though.
I'm not asking you to marry him, just to iron out his creases.
I'm sure you can make it work.
Sorry, sir. Sellers has found something.
"I held her bedroom door closed tonight."
She was trying to get out, screaming, 'Mummy!',
"whimpering at the keyhole, crying."
This is Geraldine talking about her daughter, isn't it? Yeah.
"Then he came in, said he couldn't stand it, so he let her out.
I feel like I am suffocating."
So, not quite the perfect mother we've been led to believe.
Sir, I've been contacted by a criminologist at the university.
He says this is a typical case of family annihilation.
With your permission, I'd like to show him this material. Fine. Get it wrapped up.
Sellers, can you get this copied for me?
I'm going to head down to the university.
Want me to come?
No, thank you.
If you can crack on with the paperwork.
He's very prolific, isn't he, Professor Harboard?
Two books a year. That's quite an achievement, that level.
What about you?
Oh, I've had a few articles published.
In fact, it was one of mine that got him interested in family annihilation.
Publish or die?
Are you an academic? Briefly. Archaeology.
My goodness... Here you are...
Woke one morning, realised I was very, very bored.
Signed up for the force the next day.
No of fence. None taken. It's not for everyone.
Hello. Steve Harboard.
Charlie Zailer. Detective Sergeant.
Lovely to meet you.
Dr Hey, remind me to get arrested more often.
Shall we?
"Tonight I let her read in the bath."
She balanced the light on the edge like I do.
I was willing it to to fall in.
"I knew it would destroy him, as well."
It's almost a confession.
And she's giving the motive. The husband's clearly done something
that's incensed her.
Oh, my soul. Force not the mother's hand
to slay the child.
Medea?
You're saying she had some kind of Medea complex?
The mother wants to cut the umbilical cord, but she can't,
and yet she finds the all-consuming needs of the child destroying her.
Read your Freud, DS Zailer?
I've read his works on narcissism, yes.
Quite an achievement, for a police officer.
There. It needs updating, but you're welcome to keep it.
Thanks.
There are two motives for family annihilation...
Revenge and the desire to protect.
Either Mark Bretherick did something terrible to Geraldine
or she feared he would do something to the child.
I'm going to need a detailed report on this.
Would you be interested in doing a case study? It would be my pleasure.
Would it be possible for somebody to be in this state
and for nobody around them to notice any change in their behaviour?
In my humble opinion, the clues are always there, DS Zailer.
It's whether one chooses to see them or not.
Hi, Oonagh.
Mrs O'Hara, could I have a few more moments of your time?
Yeah. Mind if I come in? Sure.
Come on, Lucy. Lucy...
Did Geraldine ever describe Lucy as being...particularly demanding,
having to lock her in her room? No!
Geraldine was THE most together person.
She happily gave up a brilliant career to raise Lucy,
she was an amazing artist, she spoke three languages fluently.
She...took it all in her stride.
Are you a mum?
I'm having a few problems locating Mr Right.
What about Mark Bretherick?
He was...very possessive of her.
Her wanted their family to be the focus all of the time.
How did Geraldine deal with that? She seemed relaxed about it.
Don't punish yourself.
People hide things.
Come on.
"Family annihilation is becoming increasingly common..."
"..bedroom door closed, whimpering..."
"She finds an all-consuming need..."
The husband has clearly done something that's...
The clues are there, DS Zailer,
"it's whether one chooses to see them or not."
Come on, darling.
Leave that. Come on, you'll be late.
So how do you spell 'apple'?
A-P-P-L-E.
Good girl. Give me a kiss.
Mwah!
Hey, Esther, it's me.
Look, I've got a stomach bug, I'm gonna try and sleep it off.
I'll be in later this afternoon.
Ooh.
Mm. That's for Sellers. He'll forgive you.
I made some progress yesterday. Good. So did I.
Take a look at this.
Murder In The Family." Chapter two.
A woman kills herself and kids in almost the same way Geraldine Bretherick did.
Drowned the kids, slashed her own wrists.
Her husband was having an affair. You're saying Bretherick was playing away?
No, just that all was not right in the marriage.
I went to see Cordy O'Hara and she admitted Mark Bretherick was intensely jealous.
I went to Mark Bretherick's office yesterday. You did what?
I went to Mark Bretherick's office yesterday.
I wanted to double-check his alibi.
He had a first wife who died.
Who told you that? His assistant.
So? Right...
He didn't make a speech at the conference in Switzerland until Saturday morning.
Time of death is presumed to be sometime Friday evening.
I think his alibi is shaky. Go on. So I went and saw him.
You cannot re-interview sensitive witnesses without consulting me.
He attended events on Thursday and something early Friday.
He'd time to get a plane, come over, kill Geraldine and Lucy
and make it back in time for his speech on Saturday.
You were too busy feeling sorry for him to know it's the bald facts. He could've done it.
You check the airlines? Yeah. His name doesn't come up,
but I applied for CCTV footage. I spoke to his bank manager.
He's got huge cash flow problems.
He started his business using his first wife's money.
Geraldine has a life insurance policy.
I think, if nothing else, that merits an investigation.
This is my first case for Proust.
I know I'm screwing it up, but you can't wait to tell him, can you?
What? No. I'm...I'm not like that.
What are you like, DC Waterhouse?
Gossiping about me behind my back to Sellers? No!
I'm... You've gone out of your way to make me look like an idiot!
Now, look, this is not...
This is about the case, OK? And I'm...
I don't think I gave anyone permission to use my office.
Been rifling through the paperwork, have we? Sorry, sir.
We're done.
Oi.
Geraldine?
Ah...
Hi. I'm...I'm looking for Mark.
Sorry, for a moment I thought you were...
Sorry, I'm looking for Mark. Is he here?
What do you want? It's a card for Mark Bretherick.
I'm Mark Bretherick.
No, you're not. What are you talking about?
Well, I know Mark. He isn't you. He doesn't look like you. I...
OK, get off my property.
He's 39 years old, birthday's on 30th November
and he likes malt whisky and Eric Clapton!
How did you know all that? Mark Bretherick told me.
But I've never seen you before in my life!
I thought you were this man. So what did he look like?
When did you meet him? I've got to go. Please, please!
I want to go. Come into my house. Please, I just want to prove to you who I am.
Please.
Thank you.
If he wasn't Mark Bretherick, then who was he?
He described this house.
He talked about Geraldine and Lucy.
Where did you meet him? At a hotel in Yorkshire.
I was on a management course, I work for a hotel.
You were involved with him, weren't you? No.
No, we were friends, that's all.
He had this photo.
What do you mean?
He showed it to me. The man had this?
This man is pretending to be me and he's got photographs of my family?
We have to go to the police.
I can't. But they think she was murdered.
I know they do. They think it was me!
The police think you killed her? Yeah. You have to come with me.
What's your name?
What is your name?
Esther. Esther who?
Esther Taylor. Right. I'm going to get my car keys.
You have to come to the police! Please!
Esther, please!
Esther!
Esther, look at this.
Where did you get this?
Mark Bretherick's front room. You have to give it back!
You don't understand. The other Mark had this.
The frame, I'm sure it's the same. It was on his dressing table in the hotel we stayed in.
How did it end up in Mark Bretherick's house?
Maybe there's something on the back. You have to go to the police.
What'll Nick say? It'll kill him.
Anyway, I don't want to get my Mark into trouble.
For God's sake, Sally, you have no idea who he is!
Who are they?
I don't know.
In my opinion, the diaries are authentic.
Do they corroborate murder/suicide?
They express an intense uneasiness about the maternal role.
Professor Harboard thinks Geraldine's motive was revenge.
Bretherick has withdrawn his love from Geraldine and transferred it to Lucy.
Geraldine wants to get even.
OK.
The problem is we have a conflict
between the diaries and what her friends say.
According to them, she was the perfect mother,
but Professor Harboard believes the diaries are genuine
and written by a woman in despair.
There is another possibility
and Detective Constable Waterhouse is going to take us through it.
Mark Bretherick had a first wife, who drowned.
He gained financially from her death,
as he is set to gain financially from Geraldine's.
He likes blondes, doesn't he?
Have you got hold of the detective who was on this? He's retired. I've left messages.
Mark Bretherick could have set this up to look like murder/suicide.
I don't think that's very likely.
Those diaries do show that Mrs Bretherick was very disturbed.
Boss, Mark Bretherick's here - There's a man claiming to be me!
You lot, you don't have a clue, do you? Mr Bretherick...
You come round to my house, accusing me!
Look, a woman came to my house. Esther Taylor.
She said she'd met a man called Mark Bretherick at a hotel in Yorkshire.
Now, he had a photograph of Geraldine and Lucy,
the same one that I have at the house!
She stole it! I'm Det Chief Inspector Proust.
Sounds to me like you want to make a statement, sir. Yes, I do.
Look, you've got to find this Esther Taylor.
She works in a local hotel. Don't worry, Mr Bretherick.
Here we go.
So...is Mark Bretherick delusional,
or do you think he's telling the truth?
The truth being Esther Taylor exists and she met a bloke claiming to be Mark Bretherick?
It's possible, yeah.
Listen...
I need to know what you told Sellers about Friday night.
He saw you getting into my car outside the bar
and he knows that I drove you home, that's it.
That's it.
I keep things to myself, I...
Even if I didn't, Sellers is the last person I'd confide in.
OK. I'm sorry.
No, no, it's not a problem.
I apologise for anything untoward
that might've happened after you dropped me off.
We don't need to talk about it. We do. I drink too much when I'm nervous.
With it being a new job, I had a few too many. It's not a problem.
Anything inappropriate that did happen was because of the alcohol. OK.
No problem.
Well, erm...
We need to find Esther Taylor.
Esther, it's Sally.
I think both these photos were taken at the bird sanctuary.
I took Jake and Zoe there last year. I'm going to go there now.
If I don't find anything, I'll go to the police.
I promise.
"If I don't find anything, I'll go the police. I promise."
Oh, Sally!
Mrs O'Hara? Can I have a word?
I'm looking for someone. An Esther Taylor.
Does that name mean anything to you? I don't think so.
Are you sure Geraldine never mentioned it? No. Maybe...
Mrs O'Hara, I wanted to catch you.
Oonagh's had a very good day. Oh, Mrs Brett, this is DC Waterhouse. He's on the...
He's not going to arrest you, Oonagh. I'll just take her home.
Thank you so much. OK.
Poor Oonagh's had a rough ride.
She and Lucy were very close.
Traumatic for anyone to find something like that, but a child...
Doesn't bear thinking about. Have you heard of an Esther Taylor?
Hello. Would you mind signing the visitors' book?
Thank you, dear. It just helps with our funding.
I know this is a silly question...
..but these photos were taken here. Do you recognise these people?
Hang on. Let me put on my glasses.
No, I can't say I do.
Never mind.
Isn't that the little girl that died?
Are you a reporter?
No, no, nothing like that.
Then why are you asking these questions?
I just...need to find them.
If you know anything important about this little girl and her mum,
you should go to the police. I will. Maybe I will. OK? Why?
Do you know something about them?
Right, I'll call the police myself.
Give me the police, please.
Simon, it's me. Someone rang in,
saying there's a woman acting suspiciously.
She has pictures of Geraldine Bretherick.
"Right."
Her name is Esther Taylor.
I'll meet you there. Where is it?
She might still be here. Blonde, early thirties.
Excuse me, madam. Is your name Esther Taylor? Esther Taylor?
Is your name Esther Taylor? Esther Taylor?
Esther?
'Esther?'
'Esther?'.
So, Esther Taylor? She was gone by the time we got there, sir.
Something's happened to her? We're looking at all possibilities.
Can I tell you a secret? You need help out there?
No, I'm fine, I can handle it. Are you going to charge me?
If you're not, I'm gonna leave.
I think he likes you, Charlie. Well, thank you, Colin (!)
Who does that look like? A young Geraldine Bretherick.
She's not off sick. She's missing. Let me out!
We showed her photo to the woman at the bird sanctuary.
She's never seen her before. How do you know? Wild bloody guess.
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