02x04 - A Certain Justice - Part 2

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People think starlings
are ordinary

because they see them every day.

They're not.

Hmm.

I've never noticed
those patterns they make.

Murmuration.

I love that you know that.

They speak in dialects.

What do you mean?

They mimic speech patterns.
Academics study starlings

to learn
how language first evolved.

That can't be true.

Okay. It's true. It's true.

If I was a bird,
I think I'd be a cuckoo.

I think we'd both be cuckoos.

All done.

She hasn't been dead
longer than 3 to 4 hours.

So approximately 4:00 PM.

The cut would have produced
enough blood

to write the graffiti.

It's the left to right slash to
her jugular which k*lled her.

Regina versus Beale?

Venetia Aldridge.

She successfully
defended Anthony Beale.

He went on to m*rder
Janet Carpenter's granddaughter.

Why is there blood
on the ceiling?

She was standing
when her throat was cut.

If she did it herself, she would
have written on the wall first.

Which begs the question,
why crouch down so low?

She was left-handed, Miles.

I saw her drink a cup of tea
yesterday.

She turned the handle around.

She's standing here.

Her throats cut,
most probably from behind.

She falls here.

The k*ller sets her up
against the wall,

cuts the wrist, dips her finger
in her own blood,

writes, then places the knife.

Pending the PM, this is m*rder
disguised as suicide.

Agreed.

No one really knew her
except to smile at.

She withdrew £15,000
three weeks ago.

I want to talk through
everything we know to be true.

We know that, after her daughter
and granddaughter died,

Carpenter moved to London
and took the cleaning job

to get closer to Venetia.

And attended all her
court cases.

She's got to have
held Venetia responsible.

We know she recently withdrew
£15,000

from her savings account,
a quarter of her savings.

To pay an accomplice?
A contract k*lling?

Possibly, yes.

Maybe that's why she was k*lled.

Maybe her accomplice was scared.
She wasn't solid.

That she might come to us.

It might be nothing, sir.
It's in my report.

She went to Temple Church
yesterday.

Lamb of God, who takes away
the sins of the world,

have mercy on us.

I'm afraid I don't
really know her.

I'd never seen her
until yesterday.

But, yes, she was here.
She seemed extremely troubled.

I spoke to her, and she asked
if I'd hear her confession.

Her name was Janet Carpenter.

I'm sorry to have
to tell you that

she died yesterday evening.

How?

She was almost
certainly m*rder*d.

We were hoping you might
be able to give us

some information, which...

Everything we spoke about

was under the seal of
confession.

I'm sorry.

I understand.

Rather what
I expected you to say.

A female QC was m*rder*d
in chambers on Monday.

I assume you know that.

- Yes, I do.
- Could you at least tell us

whether we're right in thinking
these deaths are connected?

I can't break
the seal of confession.

I think Janet Carpenter
would want us to know the truth.

Forgive me, but I don't think
she's going to care

if you break faith with her now.

It isn't Janet Carpenter
I'd be breaking faith with.

Are we going to get
a statement from Garry Ashe?

Yes, I've sent Tarrant.

Ashe likes to go to you
and he likes to goad me.

It's a distraction.

Tarrant deals with him
and with Octavia.

Where were you
yesterday afternoon

between the hours
of 3:00 and 6:00?

Wanstead Flats with my fiancée.

Can anyone else vouch for that?

Did you speak to anyone?
Buy an ice lolly?

Does the name Janet Carpenter
mean anything to you?

Yes. She's a singer.

You grew up in care, didn't you?

Is that why you feel the need
to pretend to be so clever?

Did Kate tell you that?

You know, that seems creepy,

the "Kate" thing.

Just like it seems creepy

you've shacked up with
Venetia Aldridge's daughter.

Janet Carpenter.

Dead, is she?
m*rder*d?

You need to pull
your finger out.

We're watching you, Mr. Ashe.

Clearly not, or you'd know
where I was yesterday afternoon.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm going to reacquaint myself

with the laws
concerning police harassment.

- Was she m*rder*d?
- We aren't certain yet.

Well, if it was suicide,
surely that suggests

that she was also responsible
for Ms. Aldridge's death.

Because we're
awaiting the results of the PM.

But we think it's highly likely
that Mrs. Carpenter

- was m*rder*d.
- Oh, it's a disaster.

This is a disaster.
If the press get hold of this.

No, they can't. And we need you
to see to that, Dalgliesh.

And who wants to hire
defense counsel from a chambers

where the staff
are dropping down dead?

We'll need to take
witness statements from you all.

Your diary, in case you wish
to refer to it.

Where were you
yesterday afternoon between

the hours of 3:00 and 6:00?

If you've looked in my diary...

I'd like you to tell me, please.

Yes. I had a meeting
with the solicitor.

We met at his offices
in Hatton Garden.

The meeting was at 3:00 and I
left at 3:45 and returned here.

So you arrived here at around...

Quarter past 4:00.

I was here
until the usual time... 6:00.

Who else was here?

Actually, not many
yesterday afternoon.

It was quiet.

Any of the partners?

Um, they were in and out,
I suppose.

Did Venetia's daughter
ever come here

on her own or with anyone else?

No. At least not since
I've worked here.

I've never met her daughter.

How about clients she defended?

Would they ever come here?

Yes, sometimes.

But only if they're
not on remand, of course.

I'd like to ask you about
the evening Miss Aldridge died.

You told me you arrived home
at half past 7:00,

but your housekeeper
has since told us that you

didn't arrive home until 9:00.

Which leaves an hour
and a half unaccounted for.

She's mistaken.

I... I took the newspaper
to Venetia.

You told me you didn't
take her the paper.

No, I did not.

I'm aware this must be
challenging

and difficult for you.

It wouldn't be difficult

if you didn't keep
doubting my word.

You establish that he lied
to the police

when he was first arrested.

- But he owned up to that.
- Look, it doesn't matter.

Remind the court
that he is a liar and sit down.

Never give unnecessary detail.

May I speak to you now, please?

Uh, this is an exceptionally
important day for Matthew.

It's all right, Dad.
I'm sure it won't take long.

I was with my dad all afternoon.

We went to the Law Society
Library and did some prep.

You seem close.
You and your father.

We are.

My mother died when I was 12,

and it's been dad
and me ever since.

But you don't live with him?

No, I'm married. Two kids.

People always think
I'm younger than I am.

What did you think
of Ms. Aldridge?

I thought this was
about the cleaning lady.

I didn't like her much.

She didn't exactly encourage me.

In fact, she tried
to make me feel stupid.

It was in the drawer
of her desk.

I managed to sign it off.

I thought you should have it.

In the drawer.

Not on the desk.

God forbid anyone should see it.

Are you at school then?

Boarding school.

She couldn't wait
to pack me off.

When can I have a funeral?

It might be a while yet.
So sorry.

New camera?

It's Ashe's.
I bought it for him.

Make he's always wanted.
We're going bird watching.

Where are you going to do that?

Don't know. Ashe knows lots of
places around where he grew up.

Essex.

How do you know that?

You have to learn a lot
about someone

when you arrest them for m*rder.

Can you go?
He'll be back soon.

Are you scared of him?

No.

Look, I'm going to say
my piece, Octavia.

I think it's really strange
that he picked you up in a bar

just after your mum
defended him.

Think what you like.

And then your mum gets m*rder*d,

and then another woman
gets m*rder*d.

Janet Carpenter.
Have you heard of her?

No.

Has Garry ever spoken about her?

You're so wrong about him.
Look...

Look, that's where he sleeps.
He doesn't even try it on.

He said we should wait
until we're married.

Well, I think that's
pretty strange, as well.

He had nothing to do
with Mum's death.

It was probably one of those
wankers she works with.

Or one of those married men
she's messed around with.

Maybe one of them needed
to shut her up.

I was with my son,
Matthew Ulrick,

in the library
of the Law Society,

researching facts pertaining
to the case he's about to lead.

And what time did you
leave the library?

And then I went home.

I believe you have my address.

I didn't set eyes
on Mrs. Carpenter

all day yesterday.

Nor did my son.

Are these members
of your family?

There have been Ulricks at
the bar since George II.

It must be a relief

knowing that Venetia isn't
going to be Head of Chambers.

From what I've heard,

she seemed to have
a low opinion of your son.

You know, I find
this rather disgraceful

that you're treating us
as suspects.

Sign here, please.

Sir.

Look, Venetia was having
an affair with Drysdale Laud.

What?

It was certainly happening
a couple of years ago.

I don't know if it still was.

How did you learn this?

I went to see Octavia.

Give us a moment, please.

Look, I know I shouldn't have
without telling you,

and I'm sorry.

You disobeyed a direct order.

What's going on, Sergeant?

I just really feel in my gut

that Ashe has got something to
do with these killings.

I know it might seem irrational,

and I'm really,
really worried about Octavia.

I can't believe we're just
letting that situation continue.

- It's not unlawful.
- I know.

I wanted to find a link
between Ashe and Carpenter.

And did you?

No.

It won't happen again.

At least you've told me now.

Yes, Venetia and I
had a brief relationship.

It finished last autumn.

Who finished it?

It was a mutual decision.
It was only ever an interlude.

We both knew that.

We'd been friends for 20 years.

You're married, aren't you?

Full marks.

Weren't you worried
your wife would find out?

No, actually,
we were extremely discreet.

Apart from...

Who told you?
Matthew Ulrick, I suppose.

Why would you suppose that?

Because he walked in on us
once in Venetia's room.

Were you aware of any other
members of chambers

knowing about the affair?

Well, I assumed
he probably told his father.

The boy can't sneeze
without asking permission.

- You didn't think to tell us?
- I am not in the habit

of volunteering unnecessary
information to the police.

What theory are you
working on here?

That Venetia threatened to tell?
She wasn't that vindictive.

The affair was over.

As for Head of Chambers,
I would have enjoyed the fight.

Mr. Froggart.

Thank you for the loan
of your scrapbooks.

I, um...

I hope they were of assistance.

They were.

Although I prefer
the term "chronicle"

with its implications
of the passage of time

and recording of days.

Can you tell me
why you left the employment

of Venetia's father's school
in 1943?

Venetia would have been 16
in that year.

Your implication is not lost
on me, Chief Inspector.

I admit that I loved Venetia.

But not in an improper way.
I am...

I'm not a sexual person.

I loved her mind
and I loved nurturing it.

So why did you leave?

Everybody left.

Venetia's father was a sadist.

He used any excuse to beat
the boys,

thrash them, bully them.

One boy...

...Marcus Campbell,
he took his own life.

He hanged himself with the cord
of his dressing gown.

He was scheduled for a beating
the following morning

in front of the whole school.

There was an inquiry.

All the parents finally
understood what Aldridge was.

The school shut down.

Uh, Chief Inspector.

Good evening.
May I come in?

I...
Not convenient, I'm afraid.

I-I'm expecting Matthew.
A little celebration.

Your signature...
Desmond Campbell Ulrick.

Is Campbell a family name?

It was my mother's maiden name.
We adopted it for a while.

No one wants to grow up
with a name like Ulrick

during the Second World w*r.

We? Would that be you and
your brother, Marcus Campbell?

Were you also a pupil
at Aldridge's school?

No, I was older than Marcus.

I was at Cambridge when he died.
He was 12 years old.

Daily anticipation
of humiliation and pain.

He couldn't take it anymore.

Did you know that Venetia

was Clarence Aldridge's
daughter?

Yes. I asked her
what part of the country

she was from shortly
after meeting her,

and there it was.

We spoke about it briefly,

agreed there was nothing else
to be said.

She had no illusion
about what her father was.

I pitied her that day.

I wonder what her own childhood
was like.

Oh, hey.

Where did this come from?

She brought it round.

The woman policeman.

It was in mummy's desk.

What have I told you about that?

- What?
- Mummy.

Sorry.

You didn't tell me she was here.

- I was going to.
- When was she here?

A couple of hours ago.

She asked if you knew
some woman.

I said you didn't.

I told her you were gorgeous
and I love you.

I told her
what a gentleman you are.

She couldn't believe it.

You wouldn't lie to me,
would you?

No.

Because you know
how I hate liars.

I'd never lie to you
about anything.

Have you packed?

Not yet.

You won't need much.
And bring money.

Thank you both for coming.

The lady who spoke to me
about, Janet Carpenter,

she was extremely distressed
in the confessional.

She said she believed
evil took different forms.

That it drove down
country lanes in a van

looking for little girls
to steal from their mothers,

and that it also
stood up in court

and defended the indefensible.

I didn't fully understand
what she was saying,

and she left before I did.

But this arrived today
by second post.

She was planning
to confess to you, so...

Thank you.

I'll leave you in peace.

Did she k*ll Venetia?

No. She discovered the body,

then defiled it
with the wig and blood.

What is it, sir?

Garry Ashe.

Carpenter had watched
Ashe's trial.

She saw something I saw, too.

That look he gave Venetia
at the end.

But Venetia got him acquitted.

She dismissed him
like he didn't matter to her,

which he didn't.

Carpenter approached Ashe
and hired him to seduce Octavia.

Her revenge on Venetia.

So he could have k*lled
Carpenter for money or...

Yes.

I think he did.

Oh, God. They're going away.

He's taking her
to the country or Essex.

That's what he told her.

Get back to the yard
and put out an immediate APB

on Ashe... he's to be
considered dangerous.

Then get on
to the children's homes

and find out what sort of parks
or country he used to go to.

Yes, sir.
Where are you going?

Back to the house in case
they're still there.

Be careful.

You used to live here?

Home sweet home.

Is this where she was m*rder*d?

Your aunt?

Wait here.

Never go to the woods
without a knife.

- Miskin.
- They're not here.

Housekeeper says they left
over an hour ago.

The manager of the home
said he used to take Ashe

to some woods
just east of Harlow.

I've got 'em here on a map.

He said Ashe used to go on his
own sometimes,

- watching the birds.
- Good work.

Alert two traffic teams
in that area. I'm on my way.

What's happening?

I just heard
the call out about Ashe.

Yes, Miskin.

I think he k*lled his aunt.
There's a photo.

Where are you?

Petrol station.

I have to go.

I don't want to be here.

Help me. He's got a knife.

Play the game. Don't let him
know that you know.

I'm going to come and find you.
Where are you?

I think he's coming.
Help me.

Play the game.

- How long will we stay here?
- Not long.

If you could live anywhere in
the world, where would you live?

Monte Carlo.

Good taste.

We'll sleep here tonight.

Tomorrow we'll go.

We'll get married there.

Would you like that?

Yes, I'd love that.

You're trembling.

All units mobilized.

We're looking for a red
Honda motorcycle.

Registration
Golf-Golf-Echo-7-9-2-November.

Second unit

moving into the southwestern
corner of the forest.

First unit advanced northwest.

Sierra-2-3 to control.

We have sighted
the suspect vehicle.

I-I-I thought I heard something.

- How did they know?
- Who?

- What did you tell the woman?
- I...

- You lied to me.
- I didn't.

Garry,
it's Chief Inspector Dalgliesh.

Come out slowly, please,
so we can talk.

Garry, come out alone, please,
and leave Octavia in there.

We can talk together.
You're an intelligent man.

Let's find a way
to resolve this.

I didn't lie to you.
I-I swear I didn't.

- I promise.
- Shh!

I'm here with armed officers,
Garry.

Leave Octavia, come out quietly,
and drop your weapon.

You make one sound,
just one sound...

Let's talk about possibilities,

resolve this together.

When I say go, we go.

Leave me.

I'll tell them
you didn't hurt me.

Go!

Back door! Back door!

Okay, let's go.

Armed police! Stop!

Armed police!
Stay where you are!

Stay where you are!

Armed police!

I know this place.
I know this place.

You k*lled my mum!
Why did you k*ll my mum?!

I didn't k*ll your mummy.
I really wish I had.

Help!

Aah!

Armed police!
Stop, or I'll sh**t!

Come on.

Officer down!

No.

It's over. Let her go.

It's over when I say
it's over, Kate.

Drop the knife.

You b*tches are all the same.

- Drop your weapon!
- This is on you.

Ashe!

You're okay. You're okay.

You had to take the shot, okay?

You had to take the shot.

You're okay. You're okay.

You're okay.

You're okay, Sergeant.

Okay?

Uh...

Yeah. Thanks.

I've just been speaking
to Valerie Caldwell.

She tells me that your
attentions to her are unwanted

and she wishes them to stop.

- What?
- I've told her to call me

if you ever make her feel
uncomfortable again.

Or if you make trouble
for her in any way.

She also told me that,
on Monday night,

the night Venetia died,

you were in the church watching
her rehearse with the choir.

Yes.

Yes, I... I remember now.

She said you stayed
until almost the end.

20 past 8:00.

Venetia was dead by then.

I didn't k*ll Venetia?

Oh, thank God.

Thank God.

These great expanses
of time that I just... lose.

I'm sorry.

It must be frightening.

You would have been
walking through here

at around the time
the k*ller left chambers.

I want to ask you, did you see
anyone coming out of chambers,

locking the door, walking
hurriedly towards the gates?

Well, yes.

Good Lord.

Thought we'd seen
the back of you.

Mrs. Carpenter wrote
a confession before she died.

She said she found Venetia
dead in her room at 8:00.

She thought she'd died
from natural causes.

She couldn't bear it.

She felt cheated out
of her vengeance.

And just at the very moment
when Garry Ashe

was putting into place her plan
to make Venetia suffer,

it was then that she put the wig
on Venetia's head

and threw the blood over her...
Your blood.

Vengeance.

A very powerful emotion.

After which, she regretted it.

She tried to stop Ashe from
moving forwards with the plan,

and that's when he k*lled her.

You believe that, do you?

That she didn't actually
k*ll Venetia?

Because it seems perfectly
obvious to me that she did.

She didn't k*ll Venetia.

You did.

Why would I want to do that?

As you said,

the desire for vengeance
is a powerful thing.

It can be held in check,
suppressed by a determined mind,

but it's hard.

A fight, a battle
which must be fought every day.

Every day,
you were confronted by Venetia.

The flesh and blood of the man

who drove your little brother
to his death.

You fight to remain civilized,
you have to.

But then...

Then the cycle starts
all over again

right in front of your eyes.

An Aldridge bullying your son.

And you know
it'll only get worse.

She'll become Head of Chambers.
You'll be outnumbered.

Laud won't be able to stop her.

She has power over him.

The affair you knew about.

She'll push your son out,
ruin his career.

And, so, you go to her rooms
and you ask her

to give him a chance.

I imagine she didn't listen.
She was already overwrought

after hearing about Ashe
and her daughter.

She says harsh things,

dismisses Matthew as a fool.

And the paper knife was right
there next to your hand,

and suddenly, it's done.

An interesting theory.

But one which you'll never
be able to prove.

I have a witness.

Langton said he saw you
leaving chambers

at 20 past 8:00 that night.

An old man with dementia.
Really?

He would be destroyed in court.

And then, there's a discrepancy

in your son's witness statement.

He states that you both arrived
at the restaurant on time, 8:00.

- Which we did.
- But then,

further down, you will see
that he talks about

putting his children to bed
before he left the house.

He goes into some detail about
how they don't like to go to bed

before it gets dark,
about how they insisted

on watching
a certain television program

before he took them upstairs.

We checked.

The program didn't even start
until 8:00 that night, so...

The earliest he could have been
at the restaurant

was half past 8:00.

Well, he...

He made a simple mistake.

Not one we're
prepared to overlook.

Perverting the course
of justice.

Remind me, what tariff
does that carry?

You know, the world
is better off without her.

And there is a certain justice
to it all.

I don't agree.

♪ In paradisum ♪

♪ Deducant te angeli ♪

♪ In tuo adventu ♪

♪ Suscipiant te martyres ♪

♪ Et perducant te ♪

♪ In civitatem sanctam ♪

♪ Jerusalem ♪

♪ Jerusalem ♪

♪ Jerusalem ♪