03x03 - Cover Her Face Part 1

[bunniefuu]

[thunder]

[upbeat music]

[busy chatter]

- ♪ Patiently I've
waited for your love ♪

♪ Aimlessly, like
every time before ♪

[breathing]

[theme music]

[snap]

- Oi, over here.

[somber music]

- Not shirking, are we?

You're supposed to be giving
your young master of the manor.

- I hate this thing.

I mean, every year it's
just so try hard, even

worse that's in the house.
- Get over it.

It's for Dad today.

- I know.

- Your mother wants us to
join her and the vicar.

- Yeah, does she?
- Come on, darling.

Two minutes and then I'll
find a way to rescue you.

- You go, and I'll
come in a second.

- Okay.

- She looks stunning
today, doesn't she?

- She always does.

- Are you going to ask her?

Mom's got a point, you know.
- Just leave it.

- For Dad.

- Ah, Krishna.
- Reverend.

- Lady Catherine
was just telling me

that you're a registrar now.

- Yes, surgical.

It's challenging,
but I'm enjoying it.

- We're extremely proud of him.

- Good show.

London, is it?

- Yes.

- But we're here
whenever we can be.

Especially at the
moment, of course.

- Yes.

A very difficult time.
Any change?

- Well, only for the worse.

- We never give up hope.

[loud laughter]

- Felix, such a good sport.
- He is.

- They're serving
cream teas, Vicar.

Would you care for one?

- Always, but I feel
I should be somewhere.

- Yes.

You're judging the cake
competition in the dining room.

- That's it.

- I'll take you through.
I should be stopping anyway.

- Such a wonderful hostess.

- Mm.

- Krishna, darling,
I don't want to irritate

you by asking again.
- Then don't.

- What a gift it would
be for your father.

This is the perfect
time to propose.

You could--you could even
ask her during the speeches.

Your father might even hear.

- He doesn't hear anything.

- Why would you say that?
- Mum, please.

- I just don't understand
what you're waiting for.

Oh, so glad you could make it.

Shame about the weather.

Come.

- Sal.

- Hi.

- I've--I've sorted it.

I can definitely get some
more in a couple of days.

- Oh, that's great.
Thanks.

- Yeah.

Where's Ollie?
Do you want me to mind him?

- Oh, no, don't worry.

He's better off away
from the crowd anyways.

- Yeah, yeah.

Nice shoes, Sal.
- Oh.

Thanking you kindly, I'm sure.

There's my little man.

- Where have you been?

There were three trays'
worth waiting there.

- Well, you can't force
people to take them.

Can I have one?
- No, you cannot.

They're for the guests.

What would Mrs. Mehta say
if she walked in and you--

- Well, I don't think
she'd mind a bit.

It's only you treats
me like a sl*ve.

- No, I do not.

- You should have
one yourself, Martha.

Live dangerously.

- Thanks.

Oh, actually.

It's thirsty when playing
the village idiot.

- [giggles]

[ominous music]

- Sally?

Sally!

- Yes, Miss?

- Are those my shoes?
- Oh, yeah.

I didn't think you'd
mind, because they were

in the bag for charity, so--
- For charity, not for you.

Do you like taking things
that don't belong to you?

- No.

Sorry, Miss.

[whispering]

You need to stay away from me.

Get off me, you b*stard.

- Dell, mate, pub.
- Yeah.

[thunder rumbling]

[laughter]

- Well done, George.
- Well done, George.

- Well done to all our winners.

And thanks to everyone
who has worked so hard

to make this year's Martingale
Fete a huge success in spite

of the sun staying away.

In fact, I think this
weather has been a blessing.

It has brought our festivities
even closer to Suresh.

How he would love to be
standing here beside me.

He will so appreciate
all your good wishes.

I am grateful to have had the
support of my two dear children

today, Devi and Krishna.

[applause]

Krishna, did you want
to say a few words?

Come, dear.

[applause]

- Uh, yes.

Well, I just
wanted to say thank

you on behalf of my father.

Um, yeah.

Holding the fete here, it's
a tradition that means,

well, a lot to him.

So...

Enjoy the rest
of your afternoon,

and we look forward to seeing
you all again next year.

[applause]

- Well done, darling.

- That was horrible.

- Come on.
Let's get a drink.

[muffled shouting]

[baby crying]

- Okay.

Okay, little man.

Someone's hungry.

- Sally!

Can you come up for
a minute, please?

- I must have forgotten
a few dishes or something.

- Give it to me.

- What's happening?

Krish?

- Just--

[thud]

[muffled speech]

- You all right,
Lady Catherine?

- Yes, thank you.

- It seemed to go
well today, didn't it?

- Yes, well done.

I'm going to bed.

- Good night, then.

[breathing]

- Such troubles.

- Stop it, all right?

Why are you betraying us?

Me?

[muffled speech]

I just love you so much.
I love you so much.

I would do anything
for you, and

I just don't understand why--

You just stop it, please.

- Come to bed.

- Shh.

- I'm not listening.
Actually, I'm not.

I'm not listening to this.

What is it, then?

[liquid pouring]

[gentle music]

- You and me, Ollie.

We're going to be okay.

[baby whimpers]

Shh.

[baby crying]

- How are you this
morning, Martha?

- Fine, thank you, Madam.

- Why doesn't she
see to that child?

- I don't know.

She's slept in
again this morning.

Quite a habit, as I've said.

I'll go and wake her
as soon as I've--

- Let me.

- Thank you, Felix.

- Sally?

It's 8:30.

Sally?

- What?

- Sorry, Sally, but
we're coming in.

Christ.

[tense music]

- DI Roscoe, sir.
East Essex Police.

Good to meet you.
- And you.

- I hope I'm not
wasting your time, sir,

but with it being
Suresh Mehta's house,

I thought I'd
better call it in.

Sally Jupp, housemaid.

Family say she was
in good health.

Yeah, that's what
made me wonder.

Cocoa, apparently.

Housekeeper says she took one
to bed with her on most nights.

There's no tin.

I've got someone
searching the bin.

If she died in her
sleep, say, on her own,

how does that end
up on the floor?

There's no sign
of a suicide note.

- There's a child.

- 11-month-old.
Found in his cot.

He's with a WPC.

Family think that's
the only large window

that was open last night.

- Difficult climb,
but not impossible.

- Not for someone fit.

- Tell me about the
intruder last year.

He was Indian, is that right?
- Yeah.

I worked the case.

Well, he broke into
the house at night

and found his way
into the bedroom.

Seems there's some
ill will against Mehta

in the Asian community after he
backed the new Immigration Act.

Part of his advising
the Home Office.

Housekeeper managed to call us.

He ran off before we arrived.

But I'm thinking, you know,
where there's one intruder,

there could be more.

The girl wakes up.

New mum, light sleeper.

The intruder puts a hand over
her face or smothers her maybe.

- Who found Miss Jupp's body?

- That was me, Felix Hearne.

I'm a friend of the family.

- Felix served with
my late husband.

- We were having breakfast, and
we could hear the baby crying,

so I went up.

She didn't answer the
door when I knocked,

so Krish came out of his
room and we went in together.

- You weren't at breakfast?

- I went to the pub last
night, and so I slept late.

- Did you touch
anything in the room?

- Only the door,
I think, obviously.

And I did cover her up.

I covered her face.

Sorry if--it
didn't seem right,

her lying there like that,
especially with the baby.

- How could she have died?

She was perfectly
well yesterday.

- We're treating it
as a suspicious death,

pending the post-mortem.

- You mean she was m*rder*d?
- We don't know yet.

- Did someone get in?

Because the window was
wide open when Krish--

- We're looking into it.

I gather none of you
has been able to help

us with her next of kin?

- She said she had no
family when I interviewed

her for the position.

- We actually knew
nothing about her.

- Thank you.

- It's an acute respiratory
distress syndrome.

We--we don't expect
him to survive.

- We'll work as
quietly as we can.

Mrs. Mehta, can I ask if
there have been any threats

against your husband recently?

- Recently?

No.

There have been some reports
in the local newspapers

about his illness, but all
the letters we've received

have been from well-wishers.

You think someone was
trying to harm my husband?

- It's something we're
keen to rule out.

- So in all the what, eight
months that she worked here,

she never said a word about
family or where she's from?

- What about the baby's father?

Did she ever mention him?

Did he ever come here?
- I don't know who he was.

She did go out locally.

On her days off, she'd
disappear for the whole day

and not get back till late.

I don't think she
was from far afield.

Not--not from her accent.

- And yesterday,
how did she seem?

- Fine.

We were busy because
of the fete, but--

- Which was moved indoors?
- Yes.

- So people were
all over the house?

- Not upstairs.
That's not allowed.

And not in here.

- Could someone have
hidden in the house?

- No, no.

- Last night, was it
you who locked up?

- Yes, I locked everything.

Krishna, he's got his own key.

He will have come in the back
door later and locked it again.

He sometimes goes out
for a cigarette or--

It was locked when
I came down this morning.

- And you last saw Sally?

- Around 9 o'clock, I'd say.

- Before or after
you locked up?

- Before.

I locked up quite
early and went to bed.

- So at some point, she
would have come in here

and made herself some cocoa.

- Did anyone else
use the cocoa?

- No.

No, he bought it for her.

The tin?

- We found it in the bin.

She must have finished it off.

- What will happen
to little Oliver?

- Social Services.

[bell ringing]

- Nothing at all
out of the ordinary.

We were all tired
after the fete,

so I think Sally
helped serve dinner.

Yes, she did.

And I didn't see her
again after that.

I went to bed
early, around 9:30.

- Would that be to
your own room or--

- Yes.

Krishna and I are
courting, but--

well, I have my own room here.

I think of it as my own, I've
been coming here for so long.

- And you heard nothing at
all out of the ordinary?

- No.

I don't suppose Krishna
could go back to work now?

I know he's fretting
about his patients,

but he's too polite
to say anything.

- I'll speak to him.

But I do want everyone to
remain here for the time being.

- Understood.

- Thanks.

That's all of them, then.

Normal evening, and none
of them heard a thing.

- An intruder comes to the
house looking for Suresh Mehta.

The only open
window is Sally's.

They climb the
drainpipe and get in.

Surely they must have suspected
that they'd find themselves

in someone else's room?

- It could have been a shock
that she woke up,

or maybe the kid cried out.

- But why k*ll her?

Why not silence
her in some way?

Knock her out, gag her,
then go on to Mehta's room?

- Panic?

- Priority, we find
out more about her.

Use whatever you can.

NI number, local schools,
register of child's birth.

[gentle music]

You know anything about this?

- I've never seen it before.

A lot of names begin with D.

- She never had cause
to give you anything?

- No. And anyway, she would
have hardly addressed me

by my Christian name.

She called me Miss
or Mrs. Langridge.

- How long have you been
widowed, Mrs. Langridge?

- Nearly three years.

Why?

- Do you mind explaining
to me the exact nature

of your relationship
with Felix Hearne?

- We're friends, with
occasional benefits.

He was wonderful
when Jerry died.

Still is.

So if you're asking me if
he might have been sleeping

with the hired help, then no.

There's something I think you
should know.

Since Sally started
working here,

things have been going missing.

Valuable items.

Gold bracelets of my mother's,
a solid-gold fountain pen,

a figurine my father
brought with him from India.

- Did you report
this to the police?

- Mother didn't want to,
and it's her house, so...

She's very defensive
about Sally.

- In what way?

- She sees her as one
of her charity projects,

giving her the job
in the first place.

Admittedly, Sally was the
only one to answer the advert.

In spite of mass unemployment,
it seems not many in Essex

want to work for people
who look like us.

But to give the job to
an unmarried mother?

How was she supposed
to do her work?

- Hello?

- Hello.

This is Commander Dalgliesh
of the Metropolitan Police.

Who am I speaking to, please?

- How did you get this number?

- Get your hands off me.

[muffled shouting]

- Best if I do this one alone.
- Sure.

- We put stickers
on the back of doors

in women's loos, pubs, clubs.

She'd have seen the number
there, copied it down.

What's happened to her?

I think I know what
you're going to say.

- I'm afraid she's dead.

And we think it's unlikely
she died of natural causes.

- Was it a violent death?

- She wasn't beaten
or sexually assaulted.

- She was a live wire.

She was great.

She came to the refuge when she
was about five months pregnant.

She had bruises on her
arms and a black eye.

I took her to the
hospital myself

when she went into labor.

She was brave.

She--she was
crazy about Oliver.

Instant love.

- Did she ever say
who was hurting her,

who she was escaping from?
- No.

We don't question the
women who come to us.

We're not the police.

Not that the police would
be interested anyway.

Domestic.

I always assumed
it was the baby's

father, given the timing,
but she didn't say that.

- Did he ever manage to
find her, make contact?

- No.

Our location is secret,
properly secret.

- We're extremely keen to find
Sally's next of kin, Miss Rice.

- No idea.

But I could ask around.

We've got a couple
of women with us

who were there when Sally was.
- Thank you.

- Here's the report
from the lab.

Traces of benzodiazepine
in the mug.

Sleeping drug.

They think it's a brand called
Demirotol.

And here's the crunch.
It's also in the tin.

- Sorry, dear.

I don't understand.
We keep it in here.

Packet of Demirotol,
it should be here.

- Did you forget
to put it back?

- No, I always put it back.

- You don't keep
the box locked?

- No, why would we?

Why are you asking about this?

- Who else would know
it was kept here?

- Martha, Devi.

- Did you ever
suspect that Sally

might be taking Demirotol,
using it to help her sleep?

- And why would she do that?

- I know that Martha has
complained about her sleeping

in sometimes.

- There is no way she would
do anything like that.

She wouldn't risk not
waking up for Ollie.

- There'll be a marked police
car stationed outside tonight

to reassure you.

Please keep all doors
and windows locked.

- Will we be able
to leave tomorrow?

- We have jobs to go back to.

- This is now a
m*rder investigation.

- But if you think she
took a sleeping drug--

- I'll need to speak to
you all again tomorrow.

[gentle music]

- Right, there's a low
concentration of benzodiazepine

in her stomach.

That's the active ingredient
in most sleeping meds,

including your Demirotol.

We can test for an exact match.
- Low concentration?

- Yes, enough to
make her drowsy.

Nowhere near
enough to k*ll her.

Cause of death, suffocation.

There are petechial hemorrhages
in both lungs, signs

of obstruction in her larynx.
- Christ.

- We found two small
fibers, white cotton,

in her left nostril,
and there were three

on the inside of her mouth.

- So someone drugged her,
knew she'd be sleeping deeply,

then goes back in and
suffocates her with a pillow?

- A pillow would
certainly work.

- And all in front of her kid.

- Keep the cause of death
to ourselves for now.

Need to know only.
- Understood, sir.

- Message, sir.

[line trilling]

- Miss Rice,
Commander Dalgliesh.

- Someone here
remembers Sally talking

about living with
an auntie and uncle

somewhere around Basildon.

The auntie was called Simone.

She remembered it
because it was unusual.

She can't remember
the uncle's name,

but she thinks he was
a roofer or a builder.

That might give you a chance.

- Mrs. Simone Proctor?

- Yes?

- We're with the police.

- She was my sister's girl.

Olivia's girl.

My sister and her husband
died in a car crash

when Sally was four.

We took her in.

That's kind of you.

- When did you last see her?

- Well over a year.


- She would have been
pregnant at that time.

Did you know that?

We're not here to judge.

- I thought she
might have been.

- She had a little boy.

Oliver.

Social Services
will want to speak

to you as soon as possible.

- I can't have him here.
I can't.

Malcolm wouldn't--

- Malcolm?

Is that your husband, is it?

- Do you have any idea
who the child's father is?

Sally went to a women's refuge.

She had bruises, a black eye.

Any idea how she might
have come by those?

- No.

- She went at around the time
her pregnancy started to show.

Can you think of
any reason for that?

We'll send an officer
to collect you.

I'm afraid we'll have to ask
you to identify Sally's body.

- No, I don't think
I could bear it.

- Or we could ask your husband.

Is he at work?
We can send someone to--

- No.

No, I'll go.

I'll go and see her.

- She's scared of the husband.

Perhaps Sally was, too.

- I think I know why.

Sorry, I didn't put it together
until I heard his name.

Malcolm Proctor.

You know, this isn't my patch,
but I think I know who he is.

He's National Front.

I'd rather say this now.

A couple of my brothers
are involved in that stuff.

Look, I'm not.

I never have been, but, yeah,

I've heard them talk about him.

I reckon he's
a nasty piece of work.

- 4, reported
disturbance, Martingale

House, suspected intruder.

Over.
- What the--

- Roger that.


from that location.

Over.
[grunting]

- Oi, oi!

Hey, that's enough.
Come on.

Hey, that's enough!

- All right, break it up.
Break it up.

- All right, all right, look,
look, he was in the garden.

He was looking--
- Oi!

- Off him, Mr. Hearne, or
I'll charge you with as*ault.

- I'm doing your job for you.

- Felix, come away.

- Get inside, all of you.

Name?

- I just wanted to see her.

- Name?
- Derek Pullen.

I wanted to see if it was true.
Has he k*lled Sal?

Is she in there?
Is she in there?

- Her body's been taken away.

- My God...

he's bloody k*lled her.

Where's Ollie?

- Who's k*lled her?
- Him!

Krish Mehta!

He was forcing her,
pushing her into sex!

He was threatening her!
I heard him!

And she was scared.

The bloody b*stard thinks
he can do anything.

The rich w*nk*r!

But I know what he is.

I know what he really is.

- And what's that?

- Krishna Mehta, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of the m*rder

of Miss Sally Jupp.
- No.

- I didn't k*ll her.

- You are not obliged
to say anything

unless you wish to do so.
- Are you letting this happen?

- What's happening?

- Devi, Devi, Devi, Devi.
- Our father--

- Devi, don't.
- Is dying!

- There's nothing you can do.
Devi, stop.

- Tell them.

Tell them what you
need to tell them.

- Krishna.

[tense music]

[phone rings]

[music continues]

- Tell me about your
relationship with Sally Jupp.

- She was a servant
in my parents' house

and she seemed nice.

That's it.

- Two days ago,
the afternoon of the fete,

we have a witness who
says you accosted Sally

near the back
stairs at Martingale

and tried to pressurize
her into sex.

- What?

He's lying.

Well, this is that oaf,
is it, that was trying

to break into the house?

- Did you ever have sexual
relations with Sally Jupp?

- No.

- Not sure of that?

- I am sure.

Why don't you ask
him why he was

trying to get into the house?

- We'll continue to
detain Mr. Pullen

until we're certain he played
no part in Sally's m*rder.

- I didn't k*ll her, and you
won't find any evidence I did,

because I didn't.

He is lying to you.

- Are you a violent
man, Dr. Mehta?

- Well, isn't that
a contradiction?

I'm a doctor.

I try and save
people, not hurt them.

- According to Mr. Pullen's
statement,

you violently assaulted
a friend of his,

Tom Smart, at the Lambton
Arms Public House, Martingale.

July or August, 1967.

Pullen claims to have witnessed
the as*ault. Do you recall it?

- I was 18.

- You broke Smart's jaw,
put him in hospital.

According to Pullen, the
argument was over a girl.

- Okay, the girl was Devi, and
Smart was a r*cist moron.

He was bullying her.

Actually, do you know what,
no, he was targeting her,

and it had started with him
mimicking an Indian accent just

loud enough for her
to hear, and then

he starts barging into her.

And she was 15, and he was


And then the sick
b*stard started throwing

excrement at her back.

Now, my sister, who could
hold her own with Dad's

Home Office crowd,
she was humiliated,

scared out of her wits.

So, yes, I went and I found
him, and I hit him so hard

that he never came
near her again.

Then my dad paid him off.

I hated him for it at
the time, but he knew,

he knew if it went to court...

whose side the jury would take.

- Right, okay, bye.

They're holding him.

They say we shouldn't
expect him soon.

- Krish won't be
back for supper.

- Miss, I'm sorry, but I've
got to give in my notice.

I can't work here anymore.

- Don't you dare, Martha.

My mother's upstairs
with my dying father,

and all this crap is going on.

Show some loyalty.

[door slams]

- According to Pullen,
Sally was his friend,

and she asked him for help.

She asked him if
she could borrow

some money because she wanted
to get away from Martingale.

- That's lies.

- Well, we found cash
hidden in her room.

Derek says he gave
her the money in this.

It's what his wages came in.

Now, we've taken prints,
so we can confirm

that part of his story.

- Why are you so sure that
Sally wasn't trying to get away

from Martingale,
just as you were

so sure that she wouldn't have
taken the Demirotol herself?

You hardly knew her.

She was just a servant
in your parents' house.

- It's odd, isn't it, why
she'd want to leave Martingale?

You know, good job, living when
she'd got a kid to think about.

I think she was trying
to get away from you.

You know, what was it?

Lady Catherine, was she
a bit boring for you?

And Sally's younger,
prettier, livelier.

And then there's the
thrill of the chase.

- I loved Sally.

I loved her.

I asked her to marry me that
night, and she said yes.

We'd been seeing each
other for months in London,

and Catherine--

- Catherine what?

- I should have found
a better way to tell her.

Sally was everything I wanted.

We were going to be
together, live our lives.

[somber music]

[clock ticking]

[suspenseful music]

- [scream]

Help!

Help!

- Devi!
Devi?

- In there!
He's there!

- Hey, stop!
- He's there!

- Hey, stop!
Help her!

Stop!

- Devi, what happened?
Devi?

- Devi.
- There was a man.

- Oh, my God.

- He was in my room.
- What?

- Oh, my darling.
Oh, my darling.

♪