10x14 - Home Truths

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♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why do you miss

♪ When my baby kisses me?

♪ Heartbeat

♪ Why does a love kiss

♪ Stay in my memory? ♪

SHE KNOCKS ON DOOR

DOOR OPENS

Mum!

Darling... hello.

Goodness. What a surprise. Come on in.

EDWINA GASPS It's good to see you.

And you're looking so well.

- Thank you. And so are you. - Still here, I see.

Yes, still here.

Impoverished circumstances. On the breadline. All of that.

Now, I didn't mean anything by it.

I'll put the kettle on, shall I?

- Okay. - I am not routing you off, am I?

Lanzarote?

Where's that when it's at home?

PHIL: The Canary Islands.

It's one of them new package-type thingies.

Gina says they're all the rage.

Happy to risk life and limb, are you?

Suspect plumbing and dodgy food?

You wouldn't get me there for all the tea in China.

Wouldn't catch you miles south of Whitby, Alf.

And, er...

Sarge knows all about this then, does he?

Not yet, No. I haven't had chance to ask him, yet.

Well, you'll be lucky, if you don't mind my saying so.

How do you mean?

You're not exactly Mr Popularity 'round here, are you?

A little matter of timekeeping.

So, I'd choose your moment if I were you.

- It was a last-minute thing? - In a way.

I've been promising to visit the Hendersons for some time.

But to be honest, I didn't realise how close together you all were

until I looked them up on the map.

So, Dad couldn't make the trip? Could he?

Your father's never been keen on Joe, so, no,

he cried off. - Oh? Well, why's that?

We stepped out together once, years ago, Joe and I.

It was a year or so before he and Shona tied the knot.

Anyway, I'm staying up at their house for a few days

and, with you so close by...

it seemed a pleasant way of k*lling two birds.

I see.

Darling, they've got masses of room.

I didn't want to impose on you here.

Not when you're so pushed for space.

You wouldn't have been imposing, Mum.

But never mind. Whatever you think's best.

Now...

I've booked supper for them tonight at Websters Hotel.

Do you remember, darling? They'd love it if you could join us.

That's why I popped by, actually. I hope you haven't got plans.

Well, I haven't, but I'll have to check with Mike.

The Hendersons are dying to see you, darling. So, do your best.

What's all this, David?

Oh, it's a leaflet.

Well, I can see that.

Well, there's a pop concert comin' to town.

"Mickey Willis Promotions?"

Gordon Bennett! He's come up in the world.

Why? You know him, do you?

Mickey Willis? Nah. But I knew his dad.

Maybe he'll let us in for free?

Better than that, David.

There's a business opportunity here... not to be missed.

Gina?

Gina!

- Oh, Oscar, don't shout. - I'm not shouting.

- What is it? - Crisps.

What's your hurry? We haven't exactly got a rush on.

Right. Fine. I'll get them.

I'm sorry, Oscar.

Look, I overdid it a bit last night, that's all.

Well, I just hope Bellamy is not in the same state.

As a police officer, he should show an example.

He behaved himself.

We still had a great time, though. Bopping the night away.

Well, I'm very pleased to hear it.

Are you?

Believe it or not, Gina, I was young once.

It's a long time ago now,

but there's still life in the old dog yet.

So, any time you need a dancing partner, forget Bellamy.

He's got two left feet...

I'm your man.

You what?

Come here.

MUSIC: 'Wild Thing' by The Troggs

Silver medallist... .

- I want a word with you. - What?

When're you gonna get the shuttering sorted out?

It'll do for now.

No, it won't.

I keep switching the machines off just to check it's holding.

- I'll get it checked. - When?

In my own good time, that's when.

On payday, I expect. Sometime never.

We can't live on promises, Henderson.

Listen. You'll get paid when the job's done.

So, I don't know why you're standing around here.

And I don't care if it takes till midnight. Got that, have you?

FUNKY MUSIC ON RADIO

Mickey Willis?

Vernon Scripps.

Last time you saw me, you were in short trousers.

Oh, yeah.

- You knocked around with me dad. - The very same.

- How are you? - Not bad.

Not bad at all.

I see you've struck oil, eh?

Promoting pop tours? Who'd have thought?

VERNON LAUGHS I'm not complaining, Vernon.

No complaining.

Hard to get in this lark, is it?

Of course, yeah. But... once you're in, you're in.

I started out as a caterer on the pop circuit.

So now, with my money made, I can please myself.

Catering, eh? HE SCOFFS

That's one of my specialities, Mickey.

Scripps Celebrity Caterers.

Heard of us, have you?

I can't say I have.

I'll tell you what, as you're practically family,

I could, perhaps, fit you in. Do a special deal.

Very kind of you, Vernon. Very kind.

But I think we've got things pretty much under control.

- Another time, perhaps. - I tell you what,

I'll pop down tonight

and you can see a true professional at work.

You do that, Vernon. You do that.

MACHINE RATTLING

HAMMERS AT MACHINERY

RATTLING

HAMMERS HARDER

THEY LAUGH

You've inherited your mother's good looks.

If I may say so, Jackie.

Well, thank you. Although we're very different animals, aren't we, Mum?

- Is that right? - Not true.

So, do you like Yorkshire? We've not frightened you off yet?

We love it. Just our kind of place. Isn't it, dear?

It's a bit isolated where we live.

No close neighbours.

Being part of a community is what I miss.

It's the gossip, that's what she misses.

SHE CHUCKLES It's not just that.

Flowering arranging at the WI. All that sort of malarkey.

While I was out in the big bad world, earning a crust.

You work together now, though?

I do the admin, yes.

Oh! So that's what you call it, eh?

Don't listen to him, Shona. He was telling me earlier

he couldn't manage without you. Weren't you, Joe?

- Was I? - You know you were.

I'm cheap,

that's why, and I don't complain.

Now, now, don't put yourself down.

That's my job. THEY LAUGH

MACHINERY STALLS It needs a bit of attention.

We'll set ourselves up, get down to that pop concert,

and we'll show that Mickey Willis what we are made of.

He'll sign us up straight away for one of his tours.

Scripps Celebrity Caterers!

Caterers to the stars!

Ashfordly this week, next week, the world.

What do you reckon, Bernard?

You don't want me to answer that, do you?

Well, it just needs a bit of tidying up!

And a new engine. And four new tyres.

And a battery that works.

And a steering system that responds to the steering wheel!

Well, it's come to the right place then, hasn't it?

Vernon, I meant cars. I don't work on water.

You know your trouble. Don't you, Bernard?

What would that be?

You've got no sense of adventure!

So, Joe, if you should ever need a lawyer

for your many business interests, you know where to come.

I'm sorry, Joe. Mum's made a bit of a mistake.

I'm not a commercial lawyer, I do criminal defence,

they're different.

But you must have some experience of commercial law.

Well, yes, but I am not an expert.

Mike...

you made it.

This is my husband, Mike.

- Joe Henderson. - How do you do?

- And his wife, Shona. - Pleased to meet you.

Likewise.

Sorry I'm late.

Been fighting crime, young man?

Oh, well. Yes, sir.

Something like that.

We forgive you. Don't we, girls? THEY CHUCKLES

Panda One, come in, over.

Panda One, are you receiving me? Over.

RADIO: 'Phil, where are you? Come in, please.'

Bellamy. Back again, I see.

Yeah, I thought I'd grab a few moments with Gina.

Oh, aye. Erm...

Can I have a word?

Yeah, of course, you can, Oscar.

No charge to you either.

This friendship between you and Gina seems to be going pretty well.

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

Do you think maybe a bit too well?

You know what I mean. You're a copper. She's a licensee.

If this relationship develops, if you marry,

one of you would have to give up their job.

That's just the way it is.

We're just good friends at the moment.

Come on.

A bit more than it, isn't it?

It's got nothing to do with you.

Well... maybe not, but I just thought...

Yeah... Thank you, Oscar.

But when I want your advice,

I'll ask for it.

I wouldn't have thought there was much to do up here.

A bit of sheep rustling, perhaps.

SHE CHUCKLES

- We're kept busy. Busy enough. - I can vouch for that.

Sometimes, we're like ships that pass in the night.

Oh, well. You'd better watch out if that's the case.

Someone might steal her away.

- Is there a Mr Henderson here? - That's me.

A phone call for you, sir.

Oh. Excuse me, everyone.

Your work must be very rewarding... Jackie.

Yes. It's stressful, too, sometimes.

But Jackie won't be at this level forever, Shona.

A country practice in a sleepy town.

Oh, damn nuisance.

What is it?

Fairbrother's been injured at the quarry.

I'll come with you.

What for? You won't be able to do anything.

- Sorry about this, Edwina. - It can't be helped.

Look, I'll come with you.

All right, Mike.

TYRES SCREECHING

What happened?

Jacob were fixing the shutter guard. It came down on top of him.

- Have you called an ambulance? - They're on their way.

Jacob! Jacob!

Jacob!

Jacob, can you hear me?

RUMBLE OF FALLING MASONRY

Matt, give me a hand shifting the girders so I can get in.

Come on! Come on! After three... One... two... three...

THEY GRUNT AND GROAN

Leave it to the experts.

They'll be here any time now.

He can't have much air supply. We've got to do something now!

Jacob! Hang on! I'm coming in.

HE GRUNTS

Jacob!

RUMBLE OF FALLING MASONRY

Jacob!

Jacob! Hang on.

Hang on.

I've never been so pleased to see anyone in me life.

TIMBER CREAKING

TIMBER CREAKING

Give us your hand.

TIMBERS CREAKING Come on...

Give us your hand. Your hand! That's it.

RUMBLING

MASONRY FALLING

All right. Come on. Come on.

Come on. That's it. Come on!

HE GROANS That's it.

AMBULANCE SIREN All right, all right.

Watch his legs! Watch his legs!

Watch out!

Are you all right?

Funny, innit, lads? The boss showing concern, suddenly.

A bit late for that now, Henderson.

Well done, Mike.

Thanks.

He's comfortable, Mrs Fairbrother. And all the signs are good.

There are fractures to his ribs

and we're checking for internal injuries.

It looks like he'll be OK. - Thank goodness!

- That's great news. - Down to your quick thinking, Mike.

- We were lucky to get him out. - But he will need to take it easy.

Here he is.

Thanks.

Morning, sarge.

In my office, please, Bellamy.

Jacob Fairbrother, please.

Hello, there. How's things?

Fine. Thanks.

Ward five.

What are you doing here?

I'm so sorry about what's happened, Pamela.

- How is he? - He'll survive. No thanks to you.

There's no telling when he'll work again.

Look, if there's anything I can do...

You're dead right there is.

Pay us the wages you owe Jacob, for a start.

And compensation for loss of earnings.

I'll speak with Joe when I get back.

He'll do nothing about it, like he always does.

He put my husband's life at risk. For the sake of a few coppers?

That's not true.

Jacob kept warning him about the shuttering.

And nothing was done!

I will speak to Joe, Pamela.

I promise I will.

I'm so sorry for what's happened.

Yeah. I'm sure you are.

Dr Summerbee suggested I saw you.

I'm not sure that I...

I told him to pack it in if it were that dangerous.

But he said if he did, he'd never see the money.

Mrs Fairbrother, I'm not an expert on this.

Dr Summerbee said that if anyone could help us, you could.

I'll look into it.

But I should warn you

the cases of civil negligence are very difficult to prove.

I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you.

It may be there's nothing I can do.

OK.

Sarge, I'm really sorry.

I've been having a few problems with the radio, lately.

Oh, really? File report that affect of it?

I've planned on getting it fixed, today.

You don't say?

You can't expect to be taken seriously,

here or any section of the British Police Force,

if you can't even get in on time or respond to a simple call.

- Have I made myself plain? - Sarge.

I want to see a marked improvement in your attitude straightaway.

Yes, sarge.

And while we're on the subject...

a lot of this is to do with your social life,

which is also cause for concern.

Gina is a licensee, Bellamy.

I know.

And relationships between police officers and publicans is forbidden.

Exactly.

So, if you do decide to get married, either of you will lose your job.

We're not quite at that stage.

Well, I'm pleased to hear it.

All right. Carry on.

Yes, sarge.

Jackie, darling, have you got a minute?

A minute, yes, I'm on my way to court.

It's just this accident business up at the quarry.

Poor Joe's being hounded by that man's family.

Quite a bad lot, by the sounds of it.

Of course, I offered him your services straightaway.

You did what?

I said that you'd represent him. If it should get that far.

Can't do that. You had no right to say that.

But you're just the person to help. This is very much up your street.

Under normal circumstances, yes, maybe I am, but...

..the fact is, I've just agreed to act for the Fairbrothers.

Don't be ridiculous! You can't do that!

We're talking about two of my oldest friends here.

Of course, we must help them.

Joe Henderson may be a good friend,

but as an employer, he leaves a lot to be desired.

That's nonsense! I'd trust him with my life.

So did Jacob Fairbrother. Look where it got him.

But that was his fault, not Joe's.

- We don't know that. - You can't do this to me.

And you can't stop me.

I think the Fairbrothers have a very good case.

I intend to fight it for them.

Jacob, you're in no fit state to go home. You need to rest.

How can I stay here? I've got a family to support.

Which is why you should make sure

you're on the mend before risking complications.

Thanks, doc. Don't worry.

I know what I'm doing.

Honest.

SHE SCOFFS

Joe...

- Now what? - You know...

I really think it would be a good idea

to offer the Fairbrothers some money. Don't you?

Have you taken leave of your senses?

No, but...

..I really think we should at least be seen to be behaving properly.

We are behaving properly.

Yes, but they're in dire straits because of all this...

To make a financial settlement now would be like admitting liability.

Shona, You know nothing about these things. Please...

leave it to me.

Bradley, I've just had Joe Henderson on the phone.

Fairbrother's signed himself out of the hospital

and he's up at the quarry making nuisance.

- See to it. - On my way.

What's all this, then?

Doing a spot of moonlighting?

No, no, we're going into the catering business.

- What do you reckon? - In this thing?

It looks like it did the Battle of the Somme.

Mr Vernon reckons this will take us to San Francisco and back.

Caterers to the stars.

Well, I'll reserve judgement, if you don't mind.

Proof in the pudding and all that.

Oh, no...

I don't think we're doing puddings, Mr. Bellamy.

I told him weeks ago about the shuttering.

What did he do? - Nothing.

It's a complete fabrication. Cobbled together in some pub.

What did you say?

Sent him packing more than once when he's turned up half-cut.

- That's a lie! - Hey! That's enough.

You'll regret saying that. I'm warning you.

Threats. You heard that, Constable.

I could have been k*lled!

Because of your own incompetence.

Not mine.

Hey! Hey! Look...

Any more of that and you go down the station.

If you've got some financial claim against Mr Henderson,

I suggest you pursue it through the courts

because you'll get nowhere by making threats.

You've not heard the last of this, Henderson.

You'll be sorry you ever heard my name.

HE HUMS JAUNTILY

- What do you want? - I'm an old mate of Mickey Willis.

Oh, yeah?

- That's what they all say. - Vernon Scripps.

Scripps Celebrity Catering. Heard of me?

No. I don't suppose Mr Willis has, either.

- I've got the van set up and ready. - Good for you.

You still can't see him. He's busy.

Absolutely. I'll pop back later.

Suit yourself.

You know why I'm here. I'm owed four weeks wages

and I'm not leaving without it.

- You'll have to speak to Joe. - I have. Now I'm speaking to you.

After all, you are in charge of our wages. But we don't have it.

Then get it.

Has that Mr Willis signed us up?

Not yet. But he will. Don't worry yourself about that.

He's just a bit busy at the moment with his deals.

We might as well pick up some passing trade while we're here.

It won't do any harm. HE CHUCKLES

ELECTRICITY SIZZLES

Right, David. Where's these chips?

Here we go.

Great. Get cracking, lad.

Hey, boil in the bag. That's handy.

ELECTRICITY SIZZLES

Oh, heck!

Shona!

I'm back!

It took such an age in town...

Come on, Bernard!

You've got to do better than this.

We've got to get some light on the proceedings.

It's pitch-black in there. It's not doing much for trade.

It won't have it.

I said running lights off the spare battery wouldn't work.

MUSIC PLAYS FROM VENUE

Right. This calls for a bit of ingenuity.

Ingenuity? What's that, then?

Ingenuity? It's my middle name.

How many middle names have you got?

Can you tell us what you saw when you walked in, Mr Lambert?

The front door was open, so I knew something was amiss.

Joe's a stickler for security.

I called out to Shona from the hall.

Then I went into the kitchen. - You didn't see anyone?

Or maybe a car leaving the drive,

or turning into the main road? - No, I'm sorry. I didn't.

And you didn't move anything?

No, nothing.

No one's threatened the Hendersons in any way that you know of?

Only the Fairbrothers, but, of course, you know about them.

- Yes, indeed we do. - Right, well...

..thanks very much, Mrs Lambert.

INDISTINCT MUTTERING

There you go.

Why don't you come home with us?

It might make things easier.

No, I'm staying here with Joe.

He needs me.

- Night, then, Oscar. - Good night.

Bellamy...

have you thought about what I said?

- Yes, I have. - And?

What Gina and I do is our own affair.

No one else's. I thank you to remember that, Oscar.

Come on, or we'll never get there.

We're not sure of the circumstances quite yet, Mr Henderson.

I can't believe it.

It's just too awful.

There was evidence of a struggle, sir.

It was possibly an altercation that got out of hand.

But it would be wrong to speculate for the moment.

It's hard to take in.

Yes, I do understand, sir.

If there is anything we can do...

- Do you want us to contact anyone? - How will I carry on without her?

It must be a dreadful shock.

CID have been informed and we'll be working alongside them.

I see.

When did you last see your wife, Mr Henderson?

Late morning.

I spent some time up here at the quarry and...

..then I had a Rotary meeting in Whitby.

I see.

What happens now?

Well, we will need the body to be formally identified.

But that can wait till tomorrow, if you'd rather.

No.

Let's do it now. Get it over with.

I'd like to see her...

..one last time.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Hello, Mrs Fairbrother. Is Jacob in?

Come in.

Er... we need to ask you some questions

at the station. - What for?

Well, Shona Henderson was found dead at her house this afternoon.

Oh, no!

Dead?

You didn't go up there, by any chance?

- Of course, I didn't. - Well.

We need you to make a statement.

What? Now?

Yes. No time like the present.

I was sorry to hear about your wife, Mr Henderson.

Thank you.

Here we are.

You know where I am if you need me.

- Thanks for your help, Doctor. - Not at all.

THEY LAUGH I can't believe that!

- Evening, all. - Hiya.

- What's all this, then? - Er...

..car problems. You know how it is.

It's a bit dark, isn't it?

It's called atmospheric.

SHE GIGGLES How's it going, then, lads?

- Great. - Two hot dogs, please, David.

Oh, yeah. Right. Coming up.

What's with the paintwork? Couldn't you decide on a colour?

You're behind the times, lad. This is the latest thing.

When the group saw this van,

they signed us up immediately as their official caterers.

We're just discussing terms.

Yes, you'll be able to say you knew us in the bad old days.

When you couldn't afford a light bulb between the three of you.

There you go.

Ta, David.

Two shillings, please.

Oh, have that on us.

Oh... thank you.

Ta- ra, then.

Right... that's got rid of them.

It's time for desperate measures.

Come on, David!

So, what did you do this afternoon, Jacob?

Stayed in.

Have you contacted the Hendersons since you visited the quarry?

No, I just told you.

So, after you stormed off from the quarry,

- you did what? - I went back home.

You threatened Mr Henderson earlier today, didn't you?

I lost my temper, yeah.

I didn't mean anything by it. I've calmed down since.

You listen to me, Fairbrother.

You're looking at a m*rder charge here.

It doesn't get much more serious than this.

It had nothing to do with me. I didn't do it.

You had the motive and the opportunity.

I just told you. I didn't go up there.

All right, it'll be like Blackpool illuminations in a minute.

Just you wait and see.

Here, hold that wire. Right, give us a lift up.

VERNON GRUNTS

Are you keeping me here all night? Under the circumstances, yes.

There are CID who will want to hear from you.

- Sarge. - Identification go OK?

Er... fine, sarge.

Right. Sign here, Fairbrother.

What's going on?

Are we going to try another one, Mr Vernon?

What?

And black out the whole of Yorkshire?

I don't think so.

Right. What's plan B?

Sarge!

Jacob? Jacob!

This won't do him any good.

It really looks as if he's got something to hide.

What do you want me to do about it? Well, I thought...

you might have some idea know where he is.

A second home, you mean? Our villa in t'South of France.

Friends or relatives who might hide him.

There's no one.

And if there was, you wouldn't tell.

If he does get in touch,

please talk it through. Try and reason with him.

Provided he's telling the truth, he has nothing to fear.

- Decoy, David. - What?

Divert her.

Hello, Gina. Is everything OK?

No. Not really, David. It was good while it lasted.

With this power cut, it's all ground to a halt.

The band have packed up

and Phil's been called in to find an escaped prisoner.

Come on, David. Sorry to dash, love. But deals to be done.

You know what they say? Time is money.

ENGINE STARTS

Mum, I'm so glad you came round.

I feel awful about what's happened.

Do you?

I don't think you've any idea how difficult this is for me.

- Of course, I have. - Joe and I go back a very long way.

Now my daughter is representing the man

who everyone believes k*lled his wife.

Let's not jump the g*n, Mother.

I've never asked you for help before, and the first time I do,

you throw the whole thing back in my face.

I realise this is awkward for you,

but when I take on a case, I do so with good reason.

- Please give me credit for that. - Not the point!

Mama, I'm sorry to have to say this, but Mike and I have barely seen you

since you got back from South Africa.

Well, we've been run off our feet. You know we have.

May be, but you come swanning up here

just to stay with your wealthy friends,

making it clear that our hospitality isn't good enough for you.

Don't be ridiculous!

And now you accuse me of cutting non-existent ties.

I won't have you saying such things.

We've always adored you, Daddy and I, you know that.

All I have ever hear are veiled comments of failure.

I failed by marrying Mike,

I failed because I'm not in swanky chambers in Chancery Lane.

Mike's failed because he's still a constable.

- Don't talk rubbish. - I'm sick of it!

You put us down at every opportunity,

and then expect us to come running when you have a problem.

How dare you say such things to me? I am your mother!

When you want to be.

Sometimes, it's like I never had a mother.

So, how did it go last night?

Oh, I think we made our mark.

That power cut didn't put a kibosh on things?

It certainly did

for me and Gina. - We managed. Thanks.

It didn't have anything to do with you three, did it?

- 'Course not! - 'Course not.

'Course not.

Despite the fact, I saw you grappling with electrical cable.

Perfectly innocent explanation for that, Officer.

Which is?

Exactly. So...

..have you got a licence for that van?

- A catering licence? - Eh?

I'll take that as a no, shall I?

Well, you'll be hearing from the local council.

- No doubt a fine will be imposed. - A fine?

Yes, a fine.

So much for your bid to take over the world.

It got off to a pretty rocky start.

And David,

two shillings for your hot dog.

So, what seems to be the problem?

Well, I'm not sure. It may be nothing at all, but...

Shona Henderson...

..at least the person identified by her husband last night,

came into the hospital on two other occasions that I know of.

- Only she used a different name. - Really?

I know it was her.

I recognized Joe immediately. He came by once to pick her up.

Interesting. Maybe she used her maiden name?

Possibly. Miss Jane Brownlow?

No, but I'll check it out.

It took me a while to work it out.

Look, this is probably nothing.

No, it...

It does seem a little strange... You're right.

In view of the way she died, I felt you should know.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Thanks very much, Doctor.

There's something else.

On both occasions, when I asked about her injuries,

I felt she wasn't being honest. Perhaps she was hiding something?

Possibly. I'll look into it.

Thanks again.

DOOR CLOSES

You've done the right thing, Jacob. Believe me.

I hope so.

Well, what do you know? Our wanderer returns.

MICHAEL CLEARS THROAT

Jacob would like to make a further statement.

Would he, indeed?

I did go round to the Hendersons yesterday.

What time was this?

Two. Half past.

And what happened? Exactly?

Jacob asked Shona Henderson for the money he was owed.

And an amount in compensation for his accident.

- And then you threatened her? - Sergeant.

Just tell us what happened in your own words.

I was owed four weeks' wages.

We were desperate. We had no food.

Stick to the facts, Fairbrother.

What happened when you asked her

for the money?

She said I should speak to Joe.

Did you strike her?

No, she gave it to me.

And then?

She closed the door behind me. I never laid a finger on her.

You expect us to believe that, do you, after lying to us?

- It's the truth. - So you say.

The medical report that Dr Summerbee gave you.

You followed that up, didn't you? - Yes, sir.

Shona called herself Jane Brownlow, but her maiden name was Sloane.

Why did she use a false name? It doesn't make sense.

Have a word with Mr Blaketon.

We need to check Joe Henderson's alibi.

Yes, sarge.

So, you all left around seven.

Do you remember what time Henderson arrived?

It was exactly :.

- That's very precise. - Two latecomers came before him.

When he walked in, I looked at my watch

and made a mental note

to remind people not to be late for meetings in future.

Is that a help? - More than you think.

Joe!

Edwina... you startled me.

Sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you.

Are you all right? You look quite pale.

Yes, of course. I wasn't expecting anyone.

I thought I'd do you lunch if you fancy it.

I couldn't eat a thing, but thanks for the thought.

Very kind of you.

Sorry to disturb you, Mr Henderson.

Sergeant Craddock's asked me to bring you down to the station.

There's one or two things we need to discuss.

Mr Henderson,

has your wife attended hospital in the last few months?

No, not that I know of.

And the name Jane Brownlow

means nothing to you?

Nothing at all.

When you were leaving your house yesterday

to go to the Rotarian's meeting,

what time was that exactly?

- About two o'clock. - And you went straight to Whitby?

Yes.

Which took how long?

Half an hour or so.

According to Mr Blaketon, you arrived a bit later at :.

Slightly later than you suggested.

And left after drinks at around :. Is that correct?

Sergeant, I've told you already...

to discover your wife of -odd years has been bludgeoned to death,

rather wipes away the trivia of life.

Yes, I understand that, but these times are crucial.

Sorry, but I don't like your tone.

Jacob is denying any knowledge of an altercation with Shona.

He says when he left the house,

she was alive and well. - Well, of course, he'd say that!

The man's a liar and a drunk.

What is all this?

Our power cut last night...

- Down to Vernon and his g*ng. - Prove it, can you?

Well, no. But they won't try it again.

I got them on serving food without a licence.

Carry on like this and you'll get promoted.

That'll be the day.

I was hoping... I could sneak out early.

I promised I'd make it up to Gina tonight.

With that whole concert saga.

This is all getting very serious by the sound of it.

Not you as well, Alf.

Well, you know what police regulations are.

Yes, I do.

If Gina gives up the pub, you'll be all right.

But I can't see her doing that.

Can you?

PHONE RINGS

Do you recognize this, Mr Henderson?

No.

Well, that is surprising.

Because it comes from a bonfire in your garden.

It's a piece of your shirt, isn't it?

And the blood stains should be easy to identify.

Your wife's, would you say?

Shall I tell you what I think happened?

I think you discovered Mrs Henderson had handed over four weeks' pay

to Jacob Fairbrother. And you lost your temper.

As you have done on previous occasions.

Only this time...

you went too far.

Would you like to help us by making a statement?

I need a solicitor.

Yes, sir. I think you do.

MUSIC: 'Lola' by The Kinks

Ah, Gina, there you are. That was Bellamy on the phone.

He sends his apologies. He can't make it tonight.

Oh. Did he say why?

He says he'll see you tomorrow and... explain everything then.

That's nine pence, please. Ta.

- That's a turn-up for the books. - Isn't it just?

Maybe he's decided to take our advice.

I still can't believe it.

How could I have been so wrong about someone?

I'd have put my last pound on Joe having nothing to do with her death.

- I'm so sorry, Mum. - Really, I am.

I couldn't bear what you said this morning.

Mainly because so much of it's true.

I'm sorry, Jackie. I...

You have never been a failure in my eyes.

I love you very much.

Though I admit I haven't always shown it.

Apology accepted?

Apology accepted.