03x04 - Cover Her Face - Part 2

[bunniefuu]

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[suspenseful music]

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[ticking]

I shouldn't
have left it open.

It was stupid.

I suppose I thought with
your officers outside,

and if Sally took
the sleeping drug...

I thought the
intruder didn't exist.

Tell me exactly what you saw.

I woke up.

I suppose I must
have heard a noise.

It was very dark,
but I could see him.

I mean, I could see a figure
standing at the end of my bed.

He was staring at me.

I moved.

He ran out of the door.

I screamed.

I got out of bed.

I banged my face
against the door frame.

Felix went after him.

And you're sure it was a man?



White, Black, Asian?

Not white, I think.

How are you feeling now?

Not too bad.

This is sore, but...

The night Sally Jupp died, is
there anything else you'd like

to tell me about that evening?

Why?

I've already told you about it.

Anything else that you might
have remembered since then?

Like what?

Krish?

I see.

I... I assume he must
have said something

to you about the
ridiculous pantomime

that he played out
with Sally that night.

I didn't tell you because
it really was nothing.

Your brother proposed to
a woman in the drawing room.

It wasn't serious.

He was doing it to get at me.

I had been pushing
him about Catherine.

It's my father's dearest
wish, Catherine and Krish,

and we're running out of time.

Actually, I'm feeling
quite faint again.

[theme music]

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When I reached
here, I could hear

him trying the back door,
and then footsteps running

on down towards the kitchen.

By the time I got down here,
I heard the smashing glass.

I rushed in and, well,
you can see, sir.

There's broken
glass on the floor.

He must have been searching
for the key, knocked

the glasses off,
and maybe he thought

the glass would slow me down.

The door was like that.

I ran out after him, caught
a glimpse of his shape

in the end of the courtyard.

By the time I got down
there, he must have

got out through the garden.

I went to the front of the
house and alerted the officers.

As I said, he was smaller
than me, slight of build.

Hard to be sure,
because of the dark,

but I'd say he was
probably Asian.

Thank you.

It seems likely he's
connected with Suresh's work

in India, don't you think?

I'm pretty mad with Devi
for leaving her window open.

How well did you know
Sally Jupp, Mr. Hearne?

Sally?

I didn't know her.

I'd seen her five or six
times, maybe, when I visited.

Were you aware that she was
in the habit of making a drink,

cocoa, before going to bed?

No.

Why would I be?

I didn't follow her around.

Why are you asking
me about this?

The evening she
died, you told us

that you were all tired,
you all had dinner,

and then you went up to bed.

Yes.

Did anything else happen?

No.

No, nothing.

I told you that.

- Thank you.
- You can go.

Up to your room, please.

I'd quite like to see Devi
now, if that's all right.

Soon.

He's completely loyal.

He'll say whatever
Devi asks him to say.

Would he do anything?

You're thinking they've made
all this up, sir, the intruder?

Are you?

Well, there are no
prints on the window

or the frame except Devi's,
but then, there weren't

any in Sally's room either.

It seems odd to me that he
would think of searching

for the key on the shelf.

I mean, there are so many
other places it could be.

Agreed.

You do everything by the book.

Stick to protocol.

Yes, sir.

- Lady Catherine next?
- No, no.

Let's leave her till last.

[crows calling]

[breathing]

[knock]

Mrs. Mehta,
Krishna has told us

about what happened
with Sally Jupp

the evening before she died.

Yes.

We should have told you.

I know.

I'm sorry.

We all decided together.

We were trying not
to shame Krishna

or to embarrass
Catherine any further.

And we all knew it
wasn't important.

Krishna claims he
was in love with Sally.

He wasn't.

I know my son.

He has an impetuous streak,
especially if he feels trapped.

It was my fault. I was pushing
him to propose to Catherine

for Suresh's sake.

He was trying to prove that
he's his own man, which he is.

Oh, I'm sure he'd
flirted with Sally.

She was so pretty,
so available.

Men need to cut their teeth.

But there is only one woman
for Krishna, and he knows that.

He and Catherine have a bond.

There is a bond
between our families.

[knock]

You think badly of us now, but
at least you know that my son

would never have hurt Sally.

The packet of
Dormiritol, sir.

It seems empty.

Do you recognize
this, Mrs. Tate?

Well, it looks
like the stuff we use

for Mr. Mehta for his sleep.

Any idea how it ended
up hidden in the garden?

No.

You locked up last night?

Yes.

Where did you put the key?

Um, on the shelf.

There, behind the glasses.

I always do, in case
someone gets down before me

and needs it.

It's out of sight of
the door and the window.

So everyone in the household
would know where to find it?

Yes, I think so.

Is Miss Devi all right?

She'll be fine.

As we were leaving with
Dr. Mehta yesterday,

you called out,
"You can tell them.

Tell them what you
need to tell them."

What did you mean by that?

I assume he's told you.

Told us what?

That he asked the
maid to marry him,

the evening after the fete.

I suspected I knew
why he was doing it,

and then Devi admitted later
that she'd been pushing him.

To do what?

To formalize things with me.

It must have been
extremely painful watching

him propose to another woman.

How did you react?

I didn't say anything.

Devi was angry with him, but
none of us took it seriously.

I wasn't entirely surprised
that it was that girl

that he brought into the room.

I'd noticed her flirting with
him over the last few months.

Silly giggling stuff.

They were even doing
it at the fete.

I took a photo.

I thought it might make him
realize how foolish he looked.

Did you take other
photographs of the fete?

Yes.

I'm a professional
photographer.

Portraits, usually.

I'm in demand.

I don't just sit around
here looking demure all day,

contrary to what
you might think.

I'd like to see the
photographs, please.

They're not developed.

- My dark room's in London.
- We can have them developed.

Is the camera in your room?

Dressing table.

Be careful with the
negatives, please.

[door closes]

Krish is under a
great deal of strain.

Actually, my heart went
out to him that evening.

Such a desperate
sort of thing to do.

How old are you,
Lady Catherine?

You must have been wondering
when exactly Krishna

was going to commit to you.

That's rather a
low blow, isn't it?

It seems you've invested
years in this relationship.

I've never doubted that
Krish and I will be married.

I love him, and he loves me.

If not wildly, then enough.

I've brought my family
around to the idea of him.

We're almost there.

I wasn't about to
m*rder some girl he was

using to shock his parents.

Using for sex?

I don't know.

It was cleaner
than a prost*tute.

So I don't think
you should waste

any more time on that theory.

[tense music]

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The forensics team
is completing its work.

We have officers speaking
to your neighbors.

Given what's happened, I think
it may be best if Mr. Mehta

were moved to a hospital.

No.

That's out of the question.

Father wants to stay here.

I'm sure the doctor
wouldn't allow it.

He thinks there isn't long.

In that case, we'll
be increasing the number

of officers stationed outside.

I'm assuming none of
you will wish to leave,

but if you do, please
speak to an officer

and they'll relay
a message to me.

I do expect honesty
when I speak to you.

The fact that you've withheld
information has been noted.

I assume you'll be letting
Krish go now,

with everything
that's happened.

Commander, Commander.

Sorry about before for
sticking to the party line.

Didn't feel like
my story to tell.

In the interests
of full disclosure,

I thought you should know
that Martha, Mrs. Tate,

tried to give in her
notice yesterday,

but Devi refused to accept it.

She's pretty upset about it.

She's probably
forgotten to mention it.

Anyway, thought
you'd want to know.

Thanks.

Martha Tate is the
only one who definitely

knew about the sleeping
drug and definitely

knew that Sally was the only
one who drank the cocoa.

What's her motive?

She's been with the
Mehtas for years.

I can't see her being
threatened by Sally's arrival.

Maybe she got wind of the
engagement, didn't like it.

You know, protective
of the family.

The one with the
most motive is her.

And Krish may well have told
her about the sleeping drug.

And whatever she claims,
she's got to have

hated Sally that night.

So she drugs her, waits
until she's out of it,

and goes into her room
and suffocates her.

I mean, there's something...

something hard about
her, don't you think?

I think she'd be
capable of doing

it [knock]

Photos, sir.

Thanks.

It's like something
from the '50s.

Yes.

Got Derek Pullen
here and his mates.

Yeah, this is the one.

Krish and Sally.

See, that's what
I mean about her.

She sees this and she takes
a photo, calm as you like.

Hand wasn't even shaking
by the look of it.

This man.

[suspenseful music]

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It's Malcolm Proctor.

Malcolm Proctor?

Theo Roscoe, East Essex Police.

We'd like to speak
to you, please.

Sorry, no can do.

Middle of a job.

Only sit down for dinner.

It's about the m*rder of
your wife's niece, Sally Jupp.

And?

I ain't seen her
in over a year.

Neither of us had.

So you didn't try to
find her after she left?

Why would I?

She was out of control.

She ran the missus ragged.

When she went, it was a relief.

I'm sorry she's dead, right,
but we ain't seen her,

and we don't know who
the father of the kid is.

Can you look at
this for me, please?

Is that you?

She caught your best side.

I did go looking for
her, for the missus.

Asked around as soon
as she upped and left.

No one had a clue.

Someone told me she
was in the club.

Figured, way she'd
been carrying on.

We're not taking
him, by the way.

Done our bit raising
someone else's kid.

So, a week, 10 days
ago, mate of mine

was doing a job out Martingale
way, and he spotted her.

So, yeah, Sunday
I go and find her.

I didn't know that
thing was happening.

I was just going to
knock on the front door,

check she was all right.

But I seen her, pulled her out,
had a little chat with her,

end of.

Was she pleased to see you?

Oh, I wouldn't go that far.

But she got it.

She said to tell her auntie
she was fine and not to worry.

Where did you speak to her?

I don't know.

Near the back door.

She was working, so...

Did you know who
she was working for?

Suresh Mehta and his wife?

No.

How long did you
stay at the fete for?

Christ, I don't know.



Then I went home, told
the missus Sally was fine,

and that was the end of it.

Did you go back to the
house late that night?

Why the hell would I do that?

You're a roofer,
then, Mr. Proctor?

Good with heights?

No.

No.

I come over all of a quiver.

Of course I'm bloody
good with heights.

Why?

What did you do that evening?

Sunday?

Watched telly with the
missus, stayed up till the end

of the film, went to bed.

Work the next day.

I needed my beauty sleep.

c*ck b*stard.

Trouble is, his
story makes sense.

I want to speak to
Derek Pullen again.

[knock]

Father?

He's still with us.

Hey, what happened?

Oh, it's nothing.

I'm afraid we had
another intruder.

What?

What, and he hurt you?

No, I banged my face
panicking, that's all.

- I told them.
- I had to.

We know.

It's all right.

I knew you'd come back.

I didn't do it.

Of course you didn't.

I want to go over
your statement again

with you, Derek.

Well, I didn't make it up.

You say you noticed Sally
glancing down the corridor,

then moving towards the back
stairs, so you followed her.

Yeah, to make sure
she was all right.

You stood in the corridor and
you saw her talking to someone.

Mehta, Krish Mehta.

Did you actually see him?

Think carefully, please.

No, I just saw him after,

and he was putting his hands
on her.

Did you hear her say his name
or did you recognize his voice?

No, I couldn't hear
his voice, only hers,

and she was scared.

In your statement,
you say that you

didn't actually see them
coming back along the

corridor together.

No, it... it was only a
minute before, and I turned

around and they were there.

And he had his hands on her.

Ever seen this man before?

No.

Look, it was Krish Mehta.

It has to have been, don't it?

So let's say it's Proctor
by the back stairs with her.

Maybe it's him,
pushing her into sex.

Christ, maybe he's even
the father of her kid.

But she gets pregnant,
scarpers, or maybe

even he throws her out, gives
her a shiner into the bargain.

She goes to the refuge, then
a year later, he finds out

where she is, comes
after her, and starts

the whole thing up again.

It's a possibility.

There's nothing in his
record relating to theft?

Theft?

No, I don't think so.

What, the valuables go missing?

Yeah, that's a possibility.

He's making her steal stuff.

So she's got to have
been scared of him.

She starts saying no,
argues with him at the fete.

He comes back that night,
gets in through the window.

We need a warrant.

[tense music]

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Sunday, Mrs. Proctor,
was your husband here

or did he go out?

The morning he was here,
afternoon he went out.

Pub, I think he said.

What time did he get back?

Before his tea, half past 5.

And after that,
did he go out again?

No, no.

We watched telly, went to bed.

Did you go to bed
at the same time?

I went up a bit earlier.

Could he have
gone out without you

hearing during the night?

No.

[thumping]

Sorry, but what are they doing?

Can you look at this
photograph, please?

What's this?

The clothes your
husband's wearing here,

did he change them
when he came home?

No.

No, he didn't change.

It was taken
at a house called

Martingale, the house
where your niece

was working as a maid.

Your husband went there on
Sunday and spoke with her.

He saw Sally?

Yes, a short time
before she died.

He didn't tell you?

Not sure.

Maybe he did.

I don't remember.

I think you would remember.

Was Sally scared
of your husband?

No.

Did he ever harm
her in any way?

No.

No.

Would you go and find
these clothes for me, please?

The ones he's wearing here.

Now?

Does your husband have
a yard or a workshop

where he keeps supplies?

No.

Everything's in his van.

We checked the van.

[car engines starting]

[tense music]

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Proctor can't have known
about the sleeping drug,

can he, unless Sally told him.

And why would she?

And how would he
get it in the tin?

Yes.

I think we need
to stop assuming

that the person
who drugged Sally

is necessarily the same
person who k*lled her.

Sir, a call came
in, anonymous.

Malcolm Proctor rents a lockup.

Garages on the Brockton Estate.

[suspenseful music]

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All of this look can't
just come from the Mehtas.

He's a bloody thief.

I'm not going to
sit here much longer.

Not without a lawyer.

Do you want to call one now?

We can wait.

Well, it depends
what bullshit

you're about to come up with.

Roscoe, you said.

I've worked it out.

I know your brothers.

They're good lads.

Smart.

We just completed a search
of your house, Mr. Proctor.

Search for what?

Didn't find anything, did you?

Because there's
nothing to find.

We went on to search a garage
that you rent on the Brockton

Estate, Number 17.

Who told you about that?

We had existing intelligence.

From who?

We discovered several
items there, valuable items,

some matching the
description of items

that recently went missing
from the Mehtas' house.

Right.

Well, she took them, Sally.

She brought them to me
to keep them for her

till she could shift them.

Pull the other one.

What about all the
other stuff in there?

Sally nick that
as well, did she?

We're going through it all
now, matching it to burglaries

that date back years.

Handy, looking into
people's houses

when you're up your ladder
with your head for heights.

f*ck off.

We think you did
find Sally, but not

last week, several months ago.

We think you went to her,
saw the position she was in,

told her to start
stealing things.

- We think she was scared of you.
- Why would you think that?

So she complied.

We have a witness
who heard Sally

arguing and pleading with a
man at the fete on Sunday.

We think that man was.

Think what you like.

The man was pushing Sally
into carrying out something

she didn't want to do.

We think you were
angry with Sally.

We think you went back
to the house that night,

climbed in through
an open window,

woke her, argued with
her, and smothered

her in front of her child.

I bloody well did not!

We're examining
the clothes you

wore that day, looking for
fibers that match the bedding.

If you think you're
setting me up for this,

you can bloody
well think again!

Sit down!

She took the stuff
and gave it to me.

And why shouldn't she?

She owed me.

Years of putting clothes on her
back, putting up with her crap.

And then there she is, working
for a bunch of coloreds!

Rich ones.

And where did they
get their money from?

Us.

Payback, I call it.

Sit down, Mr. Proctor.

Christ, I thought
you'd be ignorant, but...

It must have made you feel
angry, given your r*cist views,

when you discovered
your niece was working

as a servant for the Mehtas.

Did you think she
was shaming you?

You don't know
anything about my views.

Pro-British.

There's a difference.

Ask his lot.

You try to fit me up for
this, you'll regret it.

You haven't a f*cking
clue how far I reach.

[tense music]

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Let's get photos
of the stolen items

over to the Mehtas to ID.

At least then we can
charge him with theft.

He stays in the cells.

God, I wish it was him,
the m*rder.

Sorry, but we're not ruling
him out, sir, are we?

No, we're not.

But I doubt his wife
will withdraw the alibi.

Waiting for forensics
to come through.

Why would he risk
breaking into the house?

He knew where to find Sally.

He could have
accosted her any time.

Maybe she threatened
to tell about the thefts,

so he knew he had to
finish her off quick.

That's a good thought.

[door opens]

Sir.

This way.

[intriguing music]

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I think you should come up.

No.

Thank you.

Be here for me.

Of course.

Where's Martha?

The doctor wants
some boiled water.

She went out about
a half an hour ago.

She spoke to a policeman
and left with him.

I can see to the water.

I... I want to confess.

Confess to what, Mrs. Tate?

To k*lling her, Sally.

Sally Jupp.

I would advise you
to wait until you

have a lawyer with you.

I don't care
about any of that.

Please can I just say it?

I drugged her.

I put the sleeping drug
into the tin of cocoa weeks

ago when I first
bought the tin.

I didn't think
there might be more

at the bottom, which is why she
must have got a stronger dose.

Why did you put the
sleeping drug into the tin?

Because... well, I
can't believe I did it.

I wanted her to look bad.

I wanted her to sleep in of
a morning, get into trouble.

I wanted her to get the sack.

Why?

Because I didn't
want her there.

She wasn't helping.

She was making things worse.

We should never
have taken her on.

I should have been
involved in that decision.

I should have interviewed her.

But no, Mrs. Mehta
saw on her own.

Sat her down in the drawing
room, would you believe?

Had me bring in tea.

Well, that might
be the way they

do things where they
come from, but it's

not how it's done here.

Of course she feels
sorry for her.

And suddenly I've got a
useless girl in my kitchen,

and not just a useless girl.

I've got a baby crying
and carrying on all...

Have some water.

It wasn't right.

Not when I had to
help nurse Mr. Mehta

as well as everything else.

And it wasn't like she'd learn.

I mean, I could have taught
her everything I know.

Could have made her fit
for the best houses.

But no, she knew better.

She was rude to me.

No respect.

Laughing at me behind
my back like I was

a silly old pointless woman.

Trollop like that making me...

trying to make me feel small.

Couldn't you have just
spoken to Mrs. Mehta?

You know, told her
that Sally wasn't...

- Well, I tried.
- Of course I did.

But she said, oh, we
have to make allowances.

Trying to impress the
vicar and the neighbors.

Oh, Mrs. Mehta, isn't she
good taking that girl on?

But what use is that to me?

[sobbing]

[distant screaming]

Father!

Sally slept in one
morning, and that

did seem to annoy Mrs.
Mehta, so I thought perhaps

I could make her do
it again and again,

and then Mrs. Mehta would
see my point of view.

I would never want to take
a mother away from her baby.

I honestly, honestly only
ever wanted her to sleep.

I was horrified when
I realized she...

I've hardly been able to
breathe these few days.

So the evening
after the fete,

you told us were in the kitchen
the whole time, except for when

you served dinner.

Then you locked up
and went to bed.

Yes.

I assume you didn't know
that Krishna Mehta proposed

to Sally Jupp that evening
in the drawing room

and she said yes?

Or did you?

You went ahead
and let her drink

some of the drugged cocoa.

Would you have
done that had you

known there was a chance she
might become Krishna's wife?

Or is that why you did it?

No.

No, I can't believe that
could have happened.

Well, he did call
her in there, but...

no, no, because when
I heard them arguing,

he was really angry
with her, and I

didn't like to think
what she must have done

to make him shout like that.

When did you
hear them arguing?

Later, around 9:30,
as I was locking up.

Where?

Outside down the side
of the house somewhere.

Are you sure you
haven't that wrong?

No, I'm sure it was them.

I wasn't eavesdropping,
but he was

saying all sorts...
that she was wrong,

that she was betraying him.

And she was piping
up, calling him Krish.

I was going to tackle her
about it the next day.

You can ask Mrs. Langridge.

She saw them.

I saw her looking
out of her window.

You didn't mention any
of this in your statement.

No.

Well, I don't gossip
about the family,

but I didn't want to start
making you think any of them

was involved when it was...

Sally Jupp didn't die as a
result of the sleeping drug.

That she was
rendered drowsy by it

may have been a factor
in her being k*lled,

but it wasn't the
cause of death.

What do you mean?

Do you mean... do you
mean I didn't k*ll her?

We may have to consider
charges of actual bodily harm.

An officer will come and
take a formal statement.

[phone ringing]

[tense music]

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Just when we thought
they'd been truthful with us.

Sir, Suresh Mehta
died half an hour ago.

Oh, sh*t.

What do we do?

Give them till tomorrow?

Yes, I think we have to.

[door opens]

[door creaks]

[solemn music]

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Is Mrs. Mehta coming?

She'll be down in a minute.

This is so wrong.

As I've said, we're
sorry for your loss.

We looked at the
photographs you sent.

All of those things
belonged to my parents.

Was it Martha who took them?

No.

Sally?

We think Sally took
them under duress.

We think she was being
threatened by someone

she was scared of.

Did you know this?

Did Martha k*ll Sally?

I assume that's
why you're here.

No, she didn't.

Well, she must
have done something.

She hasn't come back.

We're considering other
charges against Mrs. Tate.

Like what?

According to Mrs. Tate's
account of the night Sally Jupp

died, she overheard an
argument taking place outside

the house at around 9:30 PM.

The argument was between
Sally and you, Dr. Mehta.

What argument?

What argument?

Perhaps you can answer that.

According to Mrs. Tate,
you also overheard it.

You were standing listening
at your bedroom window

when she went upstairs.

Why on Earth would you
believe what she says?

Because it makes sense
of why you and Mr. Hearne

decided to invent the story
of an intruder in your bedroom

two nights later.

You'd overheard the argument,
and you assumed your brother

must have m*rder*d Sally Jupp.

That is absolutely untrue.

You knew we were
considering the possibility

of another politically
motivated intruder,

and so you decided
to invent one

while he was in custody in
order to prove his innocence.

You're choosing to
believe her over me,

and I wonder why that would be.

Devi, Devi.

Is it true?

Devi?

Devi.

You shouldn't have done that.

Of course I should have.

It's exactly what
you would do for me.

We did argue.

Krish, no.

Because she didn't
want to marry me.

She was annoyed that I'd asked
her in front of everyone.

She only said yes to
help me save face.

Why didn't...

She said she had had fun
and that it was exciting,

but that she wanted
to do her own thing

and live her own life.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know.

Because I didn't want
to look like an idiot.

Because I was, and it hurt.

And then she was dead.

I know I should have told
you when you interviewed me,

but I didn't.

I could see how it looked.

And you were happy to
let us go on suspecting

other people's involvement.

No, no, because I knew none
of us would have done it,

so I knew you
wouldn't have been

able to gather any evidence.

According to Mrs. Tate,
the row was bitter and angry.

I think you went to
the pub after that row.

I think you drank
heavily, and I

think your anger and
resentment towards Sally

continued to grow.

No, that is not true.

And then I think
you came back here.

I think you went into Sally's
room in the middle of the night

and you k*lled her.

No, I did not k*ll her!

He would never do that.

We can continue this
down at the station.

Devi Langridge,
Felix Hearne, I'm

arresting you for perverting
the course of justice.

Come on, you
can't be serious.

Krishna Mehta, I'm
arresting you on suspicion

- of the m*rder of Sally Jupp.
- No.

You're not obliged
to say anything

unless you choose to do so.

Are you really
doing this again?

- Stop it.
- No! No!

Can't you see
what you're doing?

- It's okay.
- Mum.

No, no.

It will be okay, I promise.

It won't be.

Of course it won't be.

My foolish, foolish boy.

[sighs] I k*lled her.

Mother, stop it!

Move away from her, please.

How did you k*ll
her, Mrs. Mehta?

Swear to me you'll
leave my children alone.

No deals.

I want no more lies.

How did you k*ll her?

With a pillow.

I put it over her face.

I thought she'd wake up.

But she didn't, at first.

Then she did, for a moment.

She struggled.

And then there were
no more breaths.

It isn't true, okay?

I was so, so angry
with that girl.

Hateful, manipulative.

Coming into our home,
making a fool of our son,

a fool of all of us!

The shame of it.

Suresh was in charge
of a whole province.

My father owned 30,000
acres in Punjab.

Was I going to
write to my brothers

and tell them that our son
was marrying a servant,

some sl*t from a slum on
the edge of God knows where?

Stop it.


been in this country.

We have been perfect.

Suresh was perfect.

We have earned respect,
even in the face

of the snide remarks and the
so-called jokes and the...

the sneers behind their eyes.

Oh, God.

What's the matter with you?

You just stood there and let
her say those things to me,

telling me that there was
nothing that I could do,

that she knew you
better than me!

It was shameful.

Shame on you.

Over and over, your father
said, you play the game.

You show them the
face they want to see.

But your honor is your honor,
and your blood is your blood.

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♪ ♪

Did you know, sir?

I couldn't rule her out.

I should've ruled her in.

[doorbell rings]

Sorry to disturb you.

Do you want to come in?

No, thank you.

I wanted to give you this.

Sally's, where she
wrote down the number

of the women's refuge.

Your husband's been charged
with four counts of theft now.

He won't get bail.

You've already shown
you have courage.

I hope perhaps you might
think of yourself for once.

There's nothing
out there for me.

There might be.

I said my vows, he said his

Nothing is ever
perfect, not for anyone.

Keep that number
somewhere safe, will you?

For my sake.

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♪ ♪

[car starts]

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