[eerie music] - "She sorrowed into death, tracks of tears like cuttings on her skin.

That look, I didn't know, it was reproach.

You take my treasure and my blood, the part of me that's yours, and watch me go.

The wanted part.

You stand and watch me go into the last sighting."

[bang] - Look, it's still there.

[cheering] - You see that?

You see that?

- Nice one.

[laughter] - Nice one.

- That was good.

Thought it was going to smash, but it didn't.

[laughter] - [screams] - What?

- [gasping] [screams] - Come on!

- "And the knight is rendered still by her departure.

No sound, no screams to halt the oncoming glare."

[scribbling] [crumpling] [somber music] - "The Christmas tree's magic seemed to be wearing out.

It must be getting closer to morning.

Benji knew that the tree's magic only worked at night.

What a great adventure Benji was having, but he lost track of time.

How would he get back to the front door on time?

Benji was trying--" [violin playing] - "I stand aside.

A mouth of scree.

A choke of swallowed words."

[applause] - Well, I think we all need a moment after that, and then we'll begin the interrogation, Adam.

[laughter] [birds chirping] - Good morning, Inspector.

- Morning.

Early enough for you, Mr.

Howarth?

- You came along for the ride, then?

It's not very often we get the director of the lab on the scene.

- I told the staff I wanted to follow the next murder, familiarize myself with their work.

- Well, you couldn't have picked a more straightforward one.

Domestic, 99% certain.

Even the murder weapon was ready and waiting.

- Keep out of the way!

- What is this place anyway?

- Oh, yeah.

You're not a local.

They call it a clunch pit.

They used to dig chalk out of the ground here for building.

- It's a dismal place to die.

- Hey, Doc.

- Sorry.

I got here as soon as I could.

- Nice of you to join us.

- So were you actually going to prioritize this one, then?

- Only you said that about the last murder, and I was sitting on my hands for a week.

- I'll get started.

- If you've got any complaints about my lab, put them in writing with detailed evidence.

- Your lab?

I thought Mr.

Howarth is the new boss.

- Of the facility, not my lab.

- Same difference.

- He's right, the biology lab is Dr.

Lorrimer's domain.

- Christ.

He's even worse than bloody usual.

- I assume that you-- - What is his problem, anyway?

- I have no idea.

- We need to talk about this.

- Not now.

- Okay, lads.

Let's get cracking.

Screens and cordons.

[door creaks] [ominous music] [rumbling] [chatter] - It's okay.

Brenda.

- Good morning, Mr.

Howarth.

- And I need to speak to the surveyors.

[ringing] - What are you doing?

- I thought I could make a start on the swab.

- Leave it.

I'll do it.

At least then it'll be done properly.

[suspenseful music] - Good night.

- See you tomorrow.

Night.

- All right.

You coming, John?

- Yeah, I'm on my way.

- Mr.

Howarth asked me to tell you he's leaving now.

- And?

[violin playing] [cheering] - [vocalizing] [ominous music] [clapping, cheering] [vocalizing] - Stop it!

Stop it!

[screams] [eerie music] [ringing] [ominous music] What do you want?

[eerie noises] [eerie laughter] [thuds, screams] [cheering] [clanks] [theme music] - America is a hard nut to crack.

It's also an enormous market.

You should be proud.

I know you won't read what they're saying, but 18,000 copies sold in two weeks.

So the US office are pushing for a tour, five or six of the major cities.

- A tour?

- Poetry is the new rock 'n' roll.

You could follow in the footsteps of Dylan T.

- Hardly.

- You could.

It would be a blast.

Everything would be set up for you.

Fall-- that's autumn to you and me-- starting in New York.

- I have a job, Blanche.

- No, you have two jobs.

And this one is getting bigger and wants attention.

Last year, you said you were thinking of stopping the policing.

- It's a trick I play on myself sometimes.

I tell myself I can stop so that I can keep going.

- Why do you need to keep going?

[ringing] Sorry.

- Honestly, I'm not sure.

- Well, if there's any chance you could stop-- might stop-- this would be the time.

Ride that wave.

We have a few weeks.

Can I tell them you're thinking about it?

- All right.

- Excuse me, There's a phone call for you, sir-- Scotland Yard.

[theme music] - Dalgliesh.

[birds chirping] [engine revving] - Why us, sir, this job?

- The commissioner is anxious about it.

Hoggatt's Laboratory is privately owned, and the evidence from almost every investigation in the region is sent there.

A murder, a possible break in, it affects confidence.

[music playing] Have you been to Norfolk before?

- No.

[engine roaring] - Chief Inspector Dalgliesh?

- Yes.

This is DS Miskin.

- Maximilian Howarth.

I'm the director here.

Please.

The staff are in the library.

DI Doyle's orders.

- New building?

- Yes, 10 years in the planning.

This one's barely fit for purpose.

It was built as a private house.

Dr.

Lorrimer was our senior forensic biologist.

He's worked here for 15 years.

- I assume you knew him, too.

Dr.

Rollinson.

- Oh, yes.

We've worked on dozens of cases together.

I asked a local GP to come and do the initial exam with me.

I thought that would be for the best.

- Good.

- So time of death between 7:00 and 10:00 PM last night, possibly 11:00.

Looks like a single swinging blow delivered when Lorrimer turned his back.

And the mallet would fit as a weapon.

- Would the assailant be blood stained?

- Probably not.

The blood appears to have flowed steadily without any preliminary splashing.

- Would it have needed a lot of force?

- Not especially.

A woman could have managed it.

I was about to say that I'll know more after the PM, but I take it that you'll-- - We'll be making arrangements to have that done elsewhere.

Who found the body?

- Brenda.

Brenda Pridmore.

She's our clerical officer.

Poor girl is only 18.

- How long was she alone with him?

- Not more than a few moments, I should say.

I-- I was alone with him for a brief time after I called the police.

- Yes, briefly.

I'm sorry, but I'm due at the hospital.

Do you need anything else from me now?

An-- an alibi?

[suspenseful music] You do want an alibi.

- A simple witness statement-- where you were last night, when you last saw Dr.

Lorrimer.

When you arrived, everything was locked and alarmed as normal?

- Yes.

It's very strange.

And we've noticed nothing missing, no other sign of a break-in.

- Who else has keys apart from you?

- Lorrimer.

And then there's one kept in the wall safe in there and one held at the police station.

This is the only door we use.

The back door's closed off.

- You arrived at what time?

- 8:25.

Brenda arrived as I was opening up.

I was seeing to the alarm when Lorrimer's father rang, asking if he was here.

He hadn't come home last night.

Brenda took the call and ran upstairs to check and-- well.

That's the only one in the building which isn't kept locked.

- Is it usually ajar?

- Yes.

But it's far too high up to access.

- But in theory, someone could have got in or out through there without triggering an alarm.

- Well, there's-- there's nothing on the other side except for a sheer wall and a 20-foot drop down to the roof of the incinerator shed.

- Would a cleaner have come in last night?

- Yes.

We have a cleaner for an hour at the end of every day.

- Looks like someone was sick in there.

[suspenseful music] - Those are his keys to the lab.

I'm glad to be handing this one over.

It's weird when you know them.

And I'm up to my eyes.

- On the case he was working on?

- Mostly.

That was our murder weapon.

At least that's what he was supposed to be confirming for us.

- And the case is?

- Young woman found dead two nights ago in the clunch pit, quarry north of the town.

Head caved in.

We reckon it was the husband.

Found a note from a fancy man in her bag.

Both the gentlemen have been in custody since yesterday.

- So is it possible that someone was trying to get to the evidence, stop Dr.

Lorrimer from examining it?

- Like who?

- Hm.

- As I said, suspects are both in custody.

And if someone was doing that, why would they leave the mallet?

- Next of kin was the father.

Is that right?

- Yeah.

We just left him.

Pretty sure he's not all there.

He reckons he called here and spoke to Lorrimer at a quarter to 9:00 last night.

- Which pushes back the time of death.

- Yeah.

But it might not be true.

There's one other relative, a cousin, Angela Foley.

She actually works here-- Howarth's secretary.

I called her to get her to come over and look after the old man.

She didn't sound thrilled, but she's over there now.

- Anything else we need to know about?

- I reckon that's it.

Will you be needing these two?

Because I-- - Yes.

Let's get the body moved, then I want a thorough search of the building-- any possible access points we haven't considered.

And I want a search of the grounds-- any footprints, tire tracks.

- There's what looks like dried vomit in the first sink in the men's toilets.

Take a sample, please.

- We'll be sending all forensics to the lab at the Yard.

- Yes, sir.

- I don't want to speak ill of the dead, but he was a miserable, arrogant pain in the arse, especially lately.

You won't be short of suspects.

- When you came downstairs after seeing the body, had any other members of staff arrived?

- No.

Clifford Bradley arrived while I was calling the police.

He's our junior biologist.

Then it was Miss Foley, my secretary.

- Dr.

Lorrimer's cousin?

- Yes.

I had no idea they were related until today.

But then I've been here less than eight months, so-- - You were an external appointment?

- Yes.

I was at the Darwin Center in London before this.

One could say I was headhunted.

Hoggatt's is good, but it's slow.

Or at least it was.

And then there's the new build to oversee.

The board felt the place needed a manager rather than a scientist.

- Would Lorrimer have wanted the job?

- He did want it.

He showed a little low-level resentment, but nothing I couldn't deal with.

He was a first-rate biologist, but he wouldn't have made a good director.

He struggled to get on with people.

- Do you know if there was anything in particular which had been troubling him lately?

- No, I'm afraid I don't.

- I've never seen a dead body before.

Funny, all the stuff that comes in here.

[laughs] I'm responsible for signing everything in with the police liaison-- blood, fluids.

We even had a hand in a few weeks ago.

- Did you touch the body, Brenda?

- No, I could just see that he was dead.

- You waited in the hall while Mr.

Howarth went upstairs.

Is that right?

- Mm-hmm.

- Could anyone have come past you?

Left through the front door, perhaps?

- I don't think so.

I was shocked, but I didn't faint or anything.

Do you think the murderer was still there when I went upstairs?

Don't say that.

- How did you spend yesterday evening?

- Actually, I played violin at a concert in the local village, my attempt to embed myself in the community.

My sister was there watching, Domenica.

- Surname?

- Howarth.

She isn't married.

She lives with me.

- What time did you arrive?

- Uh, half past 7:00.

Domenica wasn't feeling well, so we left as soon as we could.

We got home at 9:30 and went to bed around 10:30.

- Did you have dinner before the concert?

- Yes, a light supper.

- What did you eat?

- Oh, I-- I see.

This is because of the, um-- an omelet, some green salad, and a glass of Chablis.

- I really liked Dr.

Lorrimer.

He was nice to me.

He showed a real interest.

- In what way?

- I-- I don't mean anything, you know?

He tried to teach me things, said I should get some A-levels, science, and maybe go to a college.

No one's ever said anything like that to me before.

Mom and Dad are great, but they just want me to get married.

They don't like that I'm working here.

And they'll like it even less now.

[laughs] - Do you live at home?

- Yes.

We have a farm.

- What time did you leave work yesterday?

- About 6:00, the normal time.

- And where did you go?

- I cycled home.

- What time did you arrive there?

- About 25 past.

It used to be quicker because there was a shortcut through the grounds up to the lane.

But I'm not allowed to go that way anymore because of the building works.

- And were you at home all yesterday evening?

- Yes.

I don't go out midweek.

- Had your mom made a nice dinner?

- Yeah.

Yeah, chicken and chips.

[sobs] [suspenseful music] - Come in, Mr.

Bradley.

We need your help.

You worked closely with Dr.

Lorrimer, I understand.

Can you tell us what he was in the middle of doing last night?

- He was running a test, electrophoresis, scraping a sample of the victim's blood and the blood from the suspected murder weapon.

I'm not sure why that's gone.

- That's okay.

How long had you worked with him?

- 18 months.

I'm not long qualified.

This is my first job.

- Did you enjoy working under him?

- Yes.

Yeah, he was brilliant.

I learned a lot from him.

He didn't suffer fools, but then maybe that's how it should be.

- How'd he seemed recently?

Any particular worries he'd mentioned?

- No.

- What time did you leave the lab yesterday?

- 6:00.

I went straight home.

We've just had our first baby.

- Congratulations.

- Thanks.

- My mother-in-law was there.

She stayed on for some dinner and-- - Do you mind telling me what you ate?

- Why?

It was one of those chicken curries you make using a packet, you know?

I took my mother-in-law to the bus stop for the 9:00 bus.

Got back quickly as I could.

The baby's got colic.

- Two different tread patterns, a mismatch.

That one's new to me.

- It could be a Semperit.

We rarely see it.

Identify the brands and start by ruling out any cars belonging to the staff.

There's no reason why they should park here when there's a car park at the front.

Then talk to all the local garages.

They should have records or at least remember the combination.

- Yes, sir.

- Thoughts?

- It seems like it has to be someone he knows.

Why admit a stranger or turn his back on a stranger?

The alternative is that someone with keys to the lab let themselves in, crept upstairs, and surprised him.

Or someone didn't even leave work.

Just lay in wait, knowing there'd be a murder weapon to hand.

- If it was someone without keys, they must have used Lorrimer's set to lock up after themselves, then found a way to replace them on the body before DI Doyle arrived.

- And they'd have to set the alarm.

It all points to someone connected to the lab.

[suspenseful music] Angela Foley?

DS Miskin.

This is Chief Inspector Dalgliesh.

- Oh, I've been waiting hours.

I phoned the priest from the church he went to, apparently.

And he said he'll be over soon.

So can I go?

- We're sorry for your loss.

We need to ask you some questions.

- This is Stella Mawson.

- Hi.

The devil makes work and all that.

- I'd rather she stayed with me, if that's allowed.

- At this stage, yes.

- What other stages do you anticipate?

- I understand you work at Hoggatt's Laboratory.

- I'm Mr.

Howarth's PA.

- What time did you arrive at work this morning?

- 8:40, as usual.

- Mr.

Howarth tells me that you know the combination for the key safe in the office.

- It's my job to know.

We checked it this morning to make sure the keys were still there.

- What time is that?

- About 10 minutes after I arrived.

- You must see quite a lot of your cousin at work.

- He was around, but we had nothing to do with each other.

And I've got nothing to do with the old man upstairs either.

He was my grandma's brother.

That's it.

I told DI Doyle this.

I didn't grow up in the family.

I grew up in local authority care.

I've never considered him as family.

- When was the last time you saw or spoke to Dr.

Lorrimer?

- Yesterday.

It was 6 o'clock I went up to the lab to tell him Mr.

Howarth was leaving for the night.

- Did he say anything?

- No.

I've only ever had one proper conversation with him.

Years ago, when my grandma died, she left all her money to him.

But she said he should leave it to me one day, unless he'd had children.

- Sons.

Only the sons count.

- So I-- I came here to ask him if he'd consider giving me a share of the money straight away.

And he said no.

- So now that Dr.

Lorrimer is dead, it's your understanding that you inherit how much?

- About 30,000 pounds.

You'll have to ask the solicitor.

- Probably more now.

I doubt crusty old Edmund's been living it up.

We know what you're thinking.

- I doubt that, Ms.

Mawson.

- We were together all evening and all night, so-- - Is that them?

- Is that correct, Miss Foley?

- Uh, yes.

[suspenseful music] [engine revving] [somber music] [clanking] - He was incredibly disciplined.

- But where's his heart?

Edmund was quite a scholar, wasn't he?

You must be very proud of him.

- Oh, he is a scholar, sir.

Not many know that.

- Did he have any good friends?

A girlfriend perhaps?

- Oh, not him.

No.

There were that woman, of course, however, a rum do.

- Which woman was that?

- Oh, I don't know.

On the telephone a few weeks back.

Edmund were in the bath, so I picked the thing up.

She started off straight away, yeah, whispering that something was going on.

The-- the can being burned, and she had the numbers.

And then these numbers.

Well, how am I supposed to remember them?

- Do you mean something like a-- a telephone number or a date?

- Oh, five or six numbers.

I remember the last two-- 18 and 40.

First houses I lived in.

- Can you remember what her voice sounded like?

Did she have an accent?

Was she young or old?

- She sounded excited, I would say.

No.

Conspiratorial.

She sounded conspiratorial.

- Did you talk to Edmund about the call?

- I did, yeah.

He said nothing.

He were always secretive, even as a lad.

- Did you ever have a place that he liked to hide things, inside the house or outside?

Things that he wished to keep private?

- This was my grandfather's desk.

He showed Edmund once.

I remember.

[somber music] - He was in love... With Domenica Howarth.

[somber music] [engine revving] [doorbell rings] - Dalgliesh.

- Is your sister in?

- Why?

If this is about the, uh, thing she had with Lorrimer, then I promise you that-- - I asked you if you knew of anything which had been troubling him recently.

- Well, I didn't think it was relevant.

- It's fine.

Let's get this over with.

Oh, Lord, are those the drafts?

God, I always suspected he'd been practicing.

The ones he did send went in the bin.

Sorry you've had to read those, his whinings.

- More of a cri de coeur, wouldn't you say?

How did you first meet?

- We met in church, weirdly.

I'm a thoroughly lapsed Catholic, but I was in what passes for a town around here.

I saw St.

Benedict's, and he happened to be in there.

We made the connection about Max and the lab.

I made the mistake of imagining there was something interesting beneath that repressed exterior.

There was a clumsy, desperate sort of need, I suppose.

But essentially, he was boring.

So after a few weeks, I finished it.

- Where would you meet?

- Is that relevant?

We both have cars.

His is particularly roomy.

God knows there are plenty of secluded spots around here.

- Did anyone else know about the affair?

- No.

I'm certain of that.

And it wasn't an affair.

I told my brother.

Of course, I didn't want Lorrimer thinking he could wield power over him.

Max wasn't thrilled, but he knew it wouldn't last long.

Max was right about you.

You are unexpected.

Not at all like the local coppers.

Nor are you, come to that.

- Did you ever telephone Dr.

Lorrimer to make an arrangement?

- No.

I don't even know his number.

We'd arrange our next meeting when we saw each other.

- The numbers 18 or 40 have any significance for you, particularly in relation to him?

- No.

None.

- Have any reason to go near the lab last night?

- No.

- Where were you last night?

- Listening to Max fiddling at his concert.

We left around 9:00, 9:15, came home, and went to bed.

I had a headache.

- These are passionate, vehement letters.

His feelings for you were profound.

It's clear he'd never felt such emotion before and was desperate for the relationship to continue.

Did he try to see you or harass you in any way?

- No.

You're judging me.

- I don't judge people.

- Do you want me to say 10 Hail Marys?

[country music] - The results of the background checks.

Nothing on anyone who works at the lab.

Nothing on Stella Mawson.

You asked them to check Domenica.

Did you believe her?

That she never phoned him?

- I think so.

But we can't rule her out as our mystery caller.

Priorities for tomorrow.

We set up a search of all the lab's case files, any case Lorrimer worked on, which includes the numbers 18 and 40, anything involving cans or canisters.

- Cannabis?

- Yes.

- I'll see the solicitor.

Keep Mercer on the tires.

And we start checking alibis.

- What was it like growing up in care?

We've never really talked about it.

- There's not much to say.

It's lonely.

I resented other children because they had mothers.

Never grown out of that.

It's pathetic.

I even resent Brenda on reception because she's so obviously loved, and she's got a proper home.

- So have you now.

And soon, no one will be able to take that away from us.

- ♪ Forget about it ♪ ♪ Every once in a while ♪ - Another one, sir?

- Not for me, thanks.

[somber music] - [laughs] Come on, throw it.

That's it.

That's good.

[engine purrs] - My dad's not in.

- That's all right.

My name's Dalgliesh.

I'm a police officer.

It's actually your housekeeper, Miss Willard, that I've come to see.

- You shouldn't talk to her.

She lies about everything, and she steals daddy's alcohol.

Police have come for you.

Stealing Sherry.

- Yes, Dr.

Rollinson was here all evening on Tuesday.

He arrived home at around quarter past 7:00.

- And he didn't go out again, even briefly?

- Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

He would have told me because of the children.

That's my primary role, watching them when he's called away.

William's a little angel, but Nell-- well, you saw.

School holidays are a trial, frankly, but then they're missing their mother.

So one has to show understanding.

[laughs] - What happened to their mother?

- Well, I'm afraid she ran off with one of Dr.

Rollinson's colleagues from the hospital.

He was devastated.

But then, to my mind, a woman like that, she wasn't worthy of him.

There's a divorce underway, I believe.

It's tragic, really.

Shameful.

- Father Gregory at St.

Benedict's mentioned that Dr.

Lorrimer sometimes drove you to Sunday mass.

- Yes, sometimes.

The bus service is so poor.

He'd pick me up if I was waiting at the end of the lane.

Not that he was happy about it.

[laughs] It was very much Father Gregory's prompting.

I was once five minutes late, and he'd gone.

- Did you ever telephone him to make the arrangement?

- No, no, no.

Nothing so organized.

I oughtn't to say this.

And of course, I'm horrified by what's happened to him, but he was a very off-putting man.

He barely spoke a word to me.

- Daddy!

Daddy!

- Hello!

Hello, you two.

Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

- Steady.

Steady now, little one.

[chatter] - [laughs] There you go.

Nice to see you.

Ah, Chief Inspector, got everything you needed?

- Yes, thank you.

- Daddy.

- Have the PM results yet?

- Tomorrow.

- Come away.

- Okay, okay.

Sorry.

Sorry.

[calming music] - William?

- Husband's clobber.

Clunch pit.

- All right.

Okay.

- What's going on?

- Oh, they started looking through loads of old case files.

I'm supposed to be putting all these away, but I end up reading them.

They're great.

They're like all the mysteries that you see on TV.

You're in this one.

Do you remember it?

- Not really.

Starring role, eh?

- Yes.

- [laughs] [chatter] - Can I help you?

- Is the lead officer on that case available, or?

I'll hold.

[ringing] Right.

Okay.

[suspenseful music] - I've just been with Major Hunt, Dr.

Lorrimer's solicitor.

I'm afraid I have to tell you that your cousin didn't leave you any money in his will.

He left everything to his father, with the exception of 5,000 pounds, which he left to someone else.

- But that can't be right.

[stutters] That isn't right.

- He changed his will only last week.

- Why?

- The solicitor wasn't certain, but he said Dr.

Lorrimer seemed to disapprove of Miss Foley's friendship with you.

- [sobs] - Who else?

You said he left money to someone else.

Who?

- Brenda Pridmore.

- [scoffing] - Brenda Pridmore, the girl who works on reception?

[scoffs] How ******* predictable.

- He said the money is for her education.

- Interesting euphemism.

He could only have known her, what, five minutes?

- Did either of you speak to Edmund Lorrimer about the money or the will at any time over the last few months?

- No.

- If it's true that he took against your relationship, I'm wondering when he had the opportunity to do so.

- Can you leave now, please?

- I saw the sign outside.

Do you own this place or rent it?

- Rent.

- So are you going to put in an offer?

- Right.

We did.

It was rejected.

- Stop.

- We can't afford this place.

- [scoffs] - That's fine.

We'll find somewhere else.

- No.

- You seem very settled here.

The solicitor tells me you're a novelist.

And as a writer, I should have thought the last thing you would want is to have to move, or-- - What would you know about that?

You think, what?

We found out there was a new will in the offing and tried to kill him before he made it?

But then, oh, dear, too late.

Will you go now, please?

Perhaps it's Brenda Pridmore you should be speaking to.

[somber music] [door thuds] - [crying] - Well, it doesn't rule them out.

They might still have another possible motive.

- Yes.

- Tough on Angela, though.

Her family's last chance to do something for her.

I know what it's like when you realize no one's there to give you a break.

I can't believe Brenda is involved.

I spoke with her mother earlier, and she confirmed her alibi.

She was with her parents at the farm.

[knocking] - Sir, you've just had a call from the Yard.

Results of those tests on the vomit are in.

[ominous music] - Tuesday morning, Lorrimer, he told me he'd just completed my annual report.

And he was going to hand it in to Mr.

Howarth the next day.

He told me it was bad, that he'd questioned my competence about everything.

I tried telling him that I only made a mess of things when he was watching.

He made me so nervous.

A report like that means they could get rid of me, and no other lab would look at me.

I told my wife.

She said I should try again with him, confront him.

I knew he was working late.

So after I dropped my mom-in-law at the bus stop, I came back here.

- What time was that exactly?

- A few minutes after 9 o'clock.

- Mr.

Bradley, I'm going to ask you again.

Are you sure you don't want to call a lawyer?

- [sips] I-- I rang the bell, and he let me in.

We came up here.

I tried to plead with him, but he was in a foul mood.

He wouldn't even look at me.

And then he just suddenly started shouting, telling me I was a useless biologist, a hindrance, that I was in the wrong job.

I felt-- ugh, I couldn't stand it.

Jesus.

I ran to the toilets.

I was sick.

- A Semperit?

Yes.

I fitted the tire myself.

- Are you sure?

- Mm.

- Positive?

- Yeah.

- Have you got a phone?

- There.

- How long did you stay in the toilet?

- About 10 minutes, I think.

I started to feel angry.

It was all so bloody wrong.

And I decided I was going to tell him.

So I splashed some water on my face, came back here, but he was dead.

And, uh, I panicked.

I thought someone was going to come at me.

So I ran.

I'm sorry.

I just ran out of the building.

And there was this car with its headlights on right there, right on me.

- It's registered to your missus.

No, no, no, I got to phone it in because I-- listen.

Because I'm not the only one who bloody knows, and I'm not getting dragged into this.

They're on to you.

So this is your heads-up, right?

I'll wait half an hour, and that's it.

[clanks] - [sighs] I suppose we should eat something.

Where are you going?

- It's going to be all right.

- What-- - This is our home.

Knowledge is power.

- What do you mean?

Where are you going?

- Don't worry.

And don't follow me.

Love you.

- But Stella, what-- [door thuds] - The car, could you tell what make it was?

Could you tell who was driving?

- It was too bright.

I ran for the trees, worked my way along the wall, and out of the gates.

I swear, I'm telling the truth.

I didn't kill him.

[suspenseful music] - You're sure?

- Good night, Mr.

Howarth.

[bird cawing] [footsteps thudding] Oh, no.

Oh, no.

- DI Doyle, where is he?

- I don't think he's in, sir.

[ominous music] [creaking] [thuds] [ominous music] Sorry, sir, no one seems to know where he is.

[footsteps thudding] [bangs, gasps] [creaking] - Hello?

[eerie sounds] [chimes jingling] [junk clattering] [gasping] Help!

Help!

Please!

Help me!

[gasping, crying] [dramatic music] ♪ ♪