"We might have won £14.5 million!" "What do you want?" "We've won the lottery!" "But if you would ever consider selling..." "Not while I draw breath." "It's our Amy's insulin pen, she wouldn't go anywhere without that." "I don't want to listen to you!" "~ Where's our Amy?" "~ I don't know." "♪ You know I would" "♪ If I only could" "♪ Yes, it's all" "♪ All or nothing" "~ ♪ Yeah, all or nothing ~ All" "♪ All or nothing" "♪ For me. ♪" "Could you do me a favour, please?" "When we do the photoshoot later, can you take out bottle of champagne?" "~ Yeah, sure." "~ Thank you very much." "~ Do you mind?" "!" "Yer stickin' it right in my head." "~ Sorry." "Don't look so worried." "I feel like a right prat in this suit." "It doesn't even fit." "I don't know why we agreed to do this." "Cos we think it might help flush Amy out." "What will say if they know there's five of us in the syndicate and they ask about Godfrey?" "~ There's nowt to say." "~ We'll just say he had a prior engagement." "Godfrey had gone off in a bit of a strop cos we hadn't won the lottery, so Amy went after him to try and talk him round." "He's got a bit of a soft spot for her so..." "When you say a "soft spot"...?" "He likes her." "He's always liked her." "Since she was a little girl." "And he works up at Hazelwood Manor?" "Yeah, he's the head gardener." "Well, he is the only gardener now, cos there used to be three of them." "Will this do you?" "Is that a good likeness?" "Well, she doesn't really look like that, she had these done to get some modelling work." "~ Isn't there one of her looking normal?" "~ Er, no." "Not a recent one." "Think I've got one of her on my phone." "You see, this is the thing, she won't go anywhere without her make-up, and it's all in that bag with her insulin pen." "Right, it's only been overnight so..." "She's never stayed out overnight without letting us know where she is." "I must've rung her mobile 20 times and it keeps going to her answer machine." "We've driven down the front asking people, we've been everywhere she usually hangs out." "Look, I can imagine how worrying it is, but if it's any comfort, they do usually turn up within 24 hours." "In 24 hours, she could be anywhere, she could be halfway across the world." "And if she hasn't got her insulin pen, she could be in a diabetic coma." "We're her parents." "We know when something's not right." "She wouldn't go off without tellin' us, she's not that kind of girl." "Right, well, we'll check out the ex-boyfriend, then have a chat with this Godfrey." "Will he be at the meeting?" "~ Yes, he has to be there." "~ OK." "Sorry I'm late, guys." "Terrific wheels you got there, Spencer." "Yeah, not bad, is she?" "~ I thought that Sean would be here with you." "~ No, not yet." "When we didn't see you at breakfast, we thought you must've overslept." "No, no." "I've been up and about since half six." "Where's Tyler?" "Argh, shooting's not really his thing, you know." "Really?" "Yeah." "He headed over to Ireland, started negotiations." "He took off on an earlier flight this morning." "Right, right, cos you know we were serious when we mentioned this place might be coming up for sale?" "Yeah, but Lord Hazelwood's pretty clear he's not interested, and it's his place so..." "He may not have a choice, we might have to sell." "OK, terrific, well, keep us in the loop." "Will do." "Oh, Christ, it looks like they've called the boys in blue." "She hasn't turned up yet?" "No, not yet." "Have you seen Sean?" "No, but he's meant to be at this meeting at 9.30." "~ What bloody meeting?" "~ You don't think anything's happened to her?" "No, she's as wild as hell." "She'll be with some local lad or shacked up with that nutty boyfriend of hers." "Hope so." "Hey, Sean!" "I thought you'd gone to get the off-roaders." "I've been checking the stables for Amy and feeding the horses." "Right, well, these guys are waiting for you." "Yeah!" "I'm sorry, I've got an appointment with the lottery supervisor to check this ticket and it looks like the police arrived, Spencer, so no can do." "I hope your numbers check out because you're sacked, my friend!" "You insolent..." "You little f..." "OK, I'm going to have to take you myself." "Are you OK to walk over there?" "She hasn't turned up then?" "No, not yet." "DI Lyn Baker and this is DS Houghton." "Pleased to meet you." "Er, Sean's our estate manager." "Was." "I think I've just been sacked." "Spencer wanted me to go get the Range Rover and lead the shoot." "I told him I had this meeting." "He can't just sack you without giving you an official warning." "I've organised the beaters and the dogs." "So everything's sorted." "The American gentlemen are all at the front of the house" "~ waiting for something." "~ They'll just have to wait." "~ This is Godfrey." "~ DI Lyn Baker." "DS Houghton." "I thought this meeting was the lottery meeting." "It is, love, but Amy still hasn't turned up yet." "Oh, dear, that's not good news." "Never mind, look what I've found." "~ That's Amy's phone, where was it?" "~ Don't touch the phone!" "In the grass." "~ When did you find it?" "~ Just now, on my way down here." "~ She might've just dropped it." "~ Put it on the table for me, please." "Get the ops onto it." "I want the whole area cordoned off and a full search organised." "Of course, excuse me." "It doesn't matter whether they've won the lottery or not, she simply can't talk to me like that." "It was embarrassing, Charles." "All right, Rachel, what do you want me to do?" "She actually said I should make the coffee myself." "Honestly, I couldn't believe my ears." "All these years you've employed her." "I just think that last night was too much for her, she's not a young woman, and asking her to prepare a dinner for ten on a shoe string." "That's right, defend her." "I'm just trying to explain." "I was so upset, I couldn't sleep last night, and now I've a migraine starting." "She does many more hours than she should and she never complains." "Because you provide her and her daughter with a beautiful flat." "It's hardly beautiful, there's no bloody heating up there and she has to climb 72 steps to get there." "I don't think anybody else would want to live there." "~ I think we should let her go." "~ Go?" "She only stays at Hazelwood out of a sense of loyalty to me and to the family." "I'm going to have to take the Americans on the shoot myself." "I thought you had to go to this meeting in London." "What do you want me to do?" "Sean point blank refused to do it." "Catch you later." "This is absolutely ridiculous." "You're going to have to speak to them." "And I don't want that woman in this house!" "Rachel, please... don't." "There was no numerical logic to it at all." "Everything has a mathematical cycle, it's just a matter..." "So Amy went outside talk to him, didn't she?" "Yeah, that's what she said." "I don't know, I wasn't there, I'd taken the cheese up." "~ But I didn't want to talk to her." "~ Why not?" "~ You said you liked talking to her." "~ I do because she's my friend and I like looking at her, but I didn't want to talk to her." "~ You "like looking at her"?" "~ Yes, she's pretty." "~ But I didn't want to talk to her." "~ What did you want to do to her?" "Do you mind not interrupting when I'm speaking, please?" "I didn't want to talk to her THEN." "I didn't want to talk to anybody!" "I was in one of my darker moods, so I just told her to leave me alone." "Do you often get these dark moods?" "Yes." "Sometimes when things go wrong, like me not getting the numbers right again." "Did that make you angry?" "Yes, I felt like I'd let everybody down." "Are you on any kind of medication for these mood swings?" "Yes, Dr Shaw gave me citalopram, 20 milligrams, then that stopped working, so now I take 30 milligrams of paroxetine." "And can you take alcohol with these tablets?" "No, but I do on very special occasions." "And last night was a special occasion, right?" "Yes, it was an accumulation of years of mathematical research" "~ and elimination." "~ I see." "So where exactly where you when you had this conversation with Amy?" "Was it in your house or...?" "I didn't have a conversation, I shouted at her to leave me alone." "And was that near where you found her phone?" "Maybe." "I'm not sure." "I was very emotional." "Is that when she dropped her phone?" "I don't know, it might've been." "Why do you think that, Godfrey?" "Why do you think "it might have been"?" "I've no idea, I am just trying to be helpful." "Best just to stick to the facts, Godfrey." "So after you'd shouted at her, did she head back to Hazelwood Manor?" "I don't know, I didn't look." "But you looked for her phone this morning?" "No, I didn't look for her phone." "I simply saw it." "As you can see, it's got a very bright cover, the sunlight was glinting on it." "So, when your work colleagues came looking for you, you weren't in the house?" "No, I was watering the delphiniums." "Why are you asking me so many questions?" "Because you were the last one to see her, Godfrey!" "OK, so, as I said before, I'm sure she'll turn up." "I mean, it's not even been 24 hours and most missing people do show up." "Sorry to interrupt, but Charles isn't feeling very well," "~ I wondered if we should call the doctor." "~ I'm coming." "What's the matter with him?" "I don't know, he just said he had a pain in his chest and that he was feeling a bit breathless." "I am sorry, but we've got to go." "I hope to God he's all right or the vultures'll" "~ be in there like a bloody shot." "~ When is the lottery person coming?" "Because I have to divide my herbaceous perennials." "She should be here now." "I'm a bit confused." "Can someone explain why you've got a lottery person coming round if you didn't win?" "We're not allowed to say anything." "It might have some bearing on Amy going missing." "We don't know to be sure, but we think we've won something." "I see, even though Godfrey's numbers didn't work out?" "It's not that the numbers didn't work out." "Yeah, all right, Godfrey." "We'll be able to tell you after us meeting." "Yeah, we'll ring you straightaway." "Meanwhile, you'll let us know if she gets in touch or shows up?" "~ Yeah, of course." "~ What about if she doesn't show up?" "What about if she's found murdered on the moorlands?" "Godfrey!" "That's a horrible thing to say." "He doesn't understand what he's saying." "Of course I understand!" "Then we'll find her body and we'll find out who did it." "Sometimes the police don't find out who did it." "~ I saw on a television programme once..." "~ Godfrey, shut up, mate!" "Our family liaison officer will be in touch." "DC Smithson, she's really good." "We'll let ourselves out." "Who the hell's that?" "Oh, my giddy aunt." "Denise Simpson, Mercury Millions." "Hi, Scott Mitchell." "Oh, I love your accent." "Are you doin' a film?" "~ A film?" "~ No." "Oh, I thought with you being dressed up all old-fashioned and having guns and that." "No, we're going on a game shoot, just waiting for the car." "Well, I'm here to see Dawn Stevenson." "Oh, you're the person from the lotto, yeah." "I think there's a servant's entrance around the corner." "Oh." "Thank you." "Good luck on your game shoot." "Have a nice day, sweetheart." "~ OK, guys, let's do this." "~ Here he is." "There's a driver and a Range Rover on its way up" "~ and the beaters will meet us there with the dogs." "~ Let's do it!" "Denise Simpson, Mercury Millions supervisor." "I've come to check the winning ticket and your IDs." "~ Yeah." "Yeah." "Of course." "~ Thank you." "Oh, then." "What's all the long faces for?" "It's only a formality." "We already know that somebody in the area's won." "In the three years that I've been doing this, the numbers always match up." "Godfrey, we're going to need you to show us" "~ exactly where you found the phone." "~ So you need the precise location?" "~ That's right." "~ Let me just get my wellies on." "~ He's meant to be at this meeting." "~ Excuse me." "We're not going to keep him long." "Now, am I to take it you're Dawn Stevenson?" ".. where I found it, but if we head west towards the driveway and go to that dip, there's a..." "Well, we could take the squad car down and you could do the GPS and find the exact map co-ordinates." "Hope it weren't my cooking?" "No, it wasn't your cooking, Julie." "Your food was exquisite as usual." "You look like you're in pain." "I think you should let Dr Shaw take a look at you." "Maybe you're right." "Would you ring him, Rachel?" "Just ask him to pop round." "I'll do it." "No, no, no, no." "Rachel will ring him, then that way he'll know that it's important." "The number's in my..." "I know where the number is." "If anything happens to me, please don't let them sell Hazelwood Manor to the Americans." "Nothing is going to happen to you." "Don't you worry your head about that." "I am worried!" "Because that's why they've invited them here." "I think they're hoping that I'm going to peg out" "~ before the bank's patience runs out." "~ I don't think they'd do that." "They brought it up at supper." "You know how stressful it is for me, particularly in my condition." "Hazelwood has been in my family for centuries." "I'd be failing my ancestors, do you understand?" "Yeah." "Julie, Julie... ~ Will you promise me?" "~ Promise you what?" "Well, that you won't let Hazelwood become a hotel or a golf course." "I'll do me best, but I'm not really in a position..." "Yes, you are." "I trust you, both of you." "I know that you have my best interests at heart." "Look, there's a picture, a painting, it's in the Long Gallery, the Reynolds." "Well, if we sold it..." "Well, we'd have to pay the heritage tax, but there would be enough left over to pay off a huge chunk of the debt." "I can't do it on my own, though." "What about Lady Hazelwood helping you?" "No, no." "No, I can't." "It's not her I don't trust, it's that spendthrift son of hers." "The money would vanish, believe me." "He's already sold things, priceless heirlooms." "A pair of Chinese vases that my grandfather brought back from Asia have disappeared." "He thinks I'm stupid, he thinks I don't notice." "He said they were in an exhibition." "Well, he's a liar." "Look, I need your help." "I need your discretion." "Well, you've got that, anything we can do." "There's a number for a John Kempt." "Now, it's in the study." "He's an art historian and he's an authenticator, he will advise us." "Sorry to interrupt, Lord Hazelwood, but the lottery supervisor's here and she wants to meet us all together." "Oh, Denise Simpson, Mercury Millions." "How do you do?" "Oh, you've got a lovely big house." "How many bedrooms has it got?" "12 originally, but only seven in action at the moment, the others are in need of some attention." "But still, how many people can say they've got a 12-bedroomed house, eh?" "Yer dead lucky." "Yes, indeed." "We're very fortunate." "I was just wondering, and you can say no if you want, but if the syndicate decided they'd like to go public, could we have our press photo on the back steps of your lovely house, please?" "If that's what Julie and Sarah would like." "~ I don't know." "~ I hadn't thought about it." "Thank you very much." "You're very kind." "OK, well, you two better get off to your meeting, and fingers crossed the numbers work out." "Oh, they will!" "John Kempt." "Don't worry, it will happen." "Great stuff." "I think I got that!" "Did I get it?" "Did I get it?" "You got it now!" "Yeah, beautiful." "Definitely not!" "There is no fiddling that goes on." "Thank you very much, sweetheart." "We have an independent adjudicator that checks all the balls" "~ and the machine." "~ Well, that number sequence that came up last night..." "Are you talking about the balls that won?" "Yes, the same numbers came up in 2007, except for 36, granted not sequentially, but in my calculations, that's a variable improbability." "And the ratio of conjoined numbers, within a six figure configuration..." "Er, two in fact, in that particular combination..." "All I know is, if you've got the ticket with the right numbers on it, you've won." "Now, have you got some ID, please, sweetheart?" "I have my birth certificate right here." "Okey dokey, let's make a start then." "Now, who's got the ticket?" "Thank you." "Right, let's see." "Two... ~ Three..." "~ Ridiculous!" "Godfrey!" "Yes." "Yes." "Yes." "Yes." "And the bounty ball..." "Yes!" "I am very pleased to tell you that you've won" "£14,460,009 between you." "We've won the bloody lottery!" "Come on, Godfrey!" "~ And 20 pence, she forgot the 20 pence." "~ Who cares about 20p?" "When do we get the money?" "It could be in your bank accounts tomorrow." "~ I feel like I'm dreamin'." "~ Amazing!" "I feel really weird." "So what I need now is to see identification from the rest of you." "That's both our birth certificates." "My driver's licence." "Thank you, and I'll need to see all your bank account details." "Account number 98674326, sort code number 038823." "Can you just write that down for me, please, sweetheart?" "~ I think mine's on my phone." "~ I can't remember mine." "Me neither, I can go and get it." "We need to discuss whether you'd like to go public." "~ What does that mean?" "~ No, I don't want to." "~ What's the benefits?" "~ I don't know." "Well, if you decide to let people know, then it's not a secret any more, and you can spend your money openly and you get to celebrate with all your family." "What if we don't want to celebrate with family?" "Well, I mean, I suppose you don't have to." "I'm just tellin' you what Mercury Millions suggest." "Most of my family I wouldn't give the time of day to, so..." "I want to celebrate with all my family." "I don't know what I'm going to do with all that money." "Well, come on, you must've thought about it if you've been playing the lottery all these years." "~ I just wanted to get the numbers right." "~ Well, now you have." "Have we finished yet?" "I've got a lot to do in the garden, my alongues pendoncules need pruning and I've got need to finish the furrow for the tulipa gesneriana." "You don't need to do the garden any more." "You can" "~ do anything you want now, you've got money." "~ But I want to do the garden." "Somebody's at the door, I'll have to go." "~ It's your day off, Sarah." "~ If I could just ask you to make a decision whether or not you want to go public and then I can..." "I'll come straight back." "It might be the doctor." "I think we should just go public and have done with it." "~ So do I. ~ Well, I don't." "~ It does have to be unanimous." "I mean, you all have to agree." "And there is no pressure or anything like, but if you could let me know by the end of today, because if you do decide to go public" "I have to organise a press conference for tomorrow morning." "~ Tomorrow?" "~ Why does it have to be so quick?" "Cos it's amazin' how fast it gets out and we like to do everything properly, you know, we issue a statement, and then you don't get people pestering or door-stepping you." "He had wine, port and cigars, I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen to me." "I think he was stressed." "~ Is he in bed?" "~ No, he's in the sitting room." "You know what he's like, he won't stay in bed." "Hi there!" "Steph and I are ready to go into town whenever you are." "Oh." "~ I will head on through." "~ Thank you." "I'm so sorry, but I don't think I'm going to have time to do it today." "~ Lord Hazelwood's not very well." "~ Oh, that's a shame." "And we still haven't found Amy." "Sorry, who's Amy?" "The young girl who was helping serve supper last night." "Oh, yeah, the pretty girl whose boyfriend was outside shouting?" "Yeah." "Eddie's got five, I think, thanks." "Great." "Murphy, Murphy." "What you got there, Murphy?" "Hey, hey, hey!" "Come here." "Good boy." "Good boy." "Good god." "~ Spencer." "~ Yeah." "We should take this to the police." "Right, thanks for that." "Hello, love, is she there?" "Jesus Christ!" "Look, I'm down at the caravan site." "I've been along the front, I've asked everyone." "Yeah." "How did the meetin' go?" "Great!" "Yeah." "Now all we need is for our bloody Amy to turn up." "Yeah, I'll swing by the house, pick a bank statement up." "I'll drop it off." "Yeah, see you soon." "I think Lord Hazelwood was under a lot of stress last night." "I don't know why you think that, my dear." "We had a perfectly lovely, relaxed evening chatting away to our American guests." "Anyway, I think I'd like Mr Harrington to take a look at you." "No, I'm not going back to hospital again." "I've had enough of hospitals." "You might have had another minor stroke." "~ Really?" "That's terrible." "~ That's fine." "Don't look so worried, both of you, it's going to happen sooner or later, and I'm not going to be lying in some hospital bed waiting for the inevitable." "I'd rather be at home." "Don't you have something to do, Sarah?" "After all, you have won the lottery." "Yes, of course." "Nick!" "Nick!" "Oh, shit." "'John Kempt here.'" "Hello, er, my name is Sarah Travers," "I'm the house manager at Hazelwood." "Yes, that's right." "Lord Hazelwood has asked if it would be possible for you to value a painting." "Sorry, can I ring you back?" "Thank you." "Oh, I didn't realise anyone was in here." "I was just, erm, ringing a friend of mine to see if she could help run our guests into town." "She, erm... knows all the designer shops better than I do." "Well, don't let me stop you." "Ring her back." "Erm, I don't think she can do it." "Her little girl's not very well." "Well, if you could just drop them in the centre of town and..." "I have to get to this meeting now and I think the American ladies are ready to go." "Right, well, I better call them a taxi and you better get off to your meeting." "'Hello." "John Kempt here." "'Hello.'" "Hello, John." "This is Rachel Hazelwood." "I believe my house manager just called you a moment ago." "So you think she's gone off with Nick?" "Well, there's no sign of him and she's missing, so..." "But I don't understand why she wouldn't just ring us." "You said she didn't have her phone, love." "But she could borrow his phone or she could've used a pay phone." "It don't make sense." "You know what she's like, she's bloody thoughtless." "~ I suppose we could always do it again this week?" "~ Do what, love?" "The lottery, we might win." "~ We have won." "~ Yes, but that was a fluke, it wasn't..." "We've won the lottery, Godfrey, we don't need to play the lottery ever again." "We're not going to win twice, are we?" "Well there is a possibility." "I'd have to work it out properly, but er..." "I suppose there's a probability." "No, Godfrey!" "You're all multimillionaires!" "No, it hasn't sunk in." "Bless him." "Mind you, it took me a while to get me brain round it." "I can't take it in either." "You will do when the money hits your bank account." "Doctor thinks he's had another stroke." "Shit, that's not good." "I found that number in the study and I tried ringing, but Lady Hazelwood walked in on me." "Now that we're all here, hands up who would like to go public." "Well, seeing as everyone's going to know anyway." "What about you, Godfrey, do you think we should let the papers know we've won the lottery?" "And have our picture all over the front page?" "~ Oh, no, it's only for one day." "~ Amy would've liked that." "Eh?" "~ What do you mean "would've"?" "~ Sorry?" "You said "would've" like you know something happened to her." "~ No, he didn't." "~ I meant if she'd have won the lottery," "~ if she'd been in the syndicate." "~ If I find out something's happened to her and you've got something to do with it... ~ Andy, stop it!" "~ She'd have enjoyed having her face on the front page of the paper, that's all I meant!" "Well, look at him, he's such a weirdo and he had her phone." "And you said he kept banging on about her!" "~ That's uncalled for." "~ Andy!" "I didn't have her phone, I found it." "Now, can everyone please calm down?" "He's just worried about our Amy." "Aren't you, love?" "Sorry." "I've gotta make a phone call." "I'll be back as soon as I can." "What's she going to do without her insulin pen?" "Well, maybe she has picked up an emergency one from A  E." "Well, then we need to ring the doctors and St Hilda's again." "Oh, I wish she'd just ring us, she must know how worried we are." "If she has run away with her boyfriend, finding out you'd won the lottery might make her get back in touch with you." "Yeah, that's true." "That's a good reason to go public" "~ and get the press involved." "~ I'm happy to go public." "And what if we do that and then she turns up tonight?" "We'll have gone through all that for nothing." "Sean, please, for Amy?" "Come on, love, do it for Dawn and Andy." "It's only having your picture taken holding a cheque in the paper and answering a couple of questions from local TV, that's all." "We're going public!" "So I've spoken to your mam, 10.00 tomorrow morning?" "Yeah, OK." "'Which picture is it?" "'" "It's a three-by-two Reynolds." "Horse And Master." "No, I think you've got it wrong." "Well, I am almost certain that we still have..." "I'm sorry, can I call you back?" "Sean!" "Sean!" "Sean!" "Hi there, everything all right?" "Yeah, why shouldn't it be?" "No reason." "~ Did your meeting go all right and all the numbers check out?" "~ Yes." "Great." "Congratulations are in order then." "Looks like we'll have to hire some new staff." "Were you looking for someone or... something?" "No, I'm..." "I'm just doing the rounds, winding the clocks up and that." "Yes, Mother said you were on the phone in the study earlier." "~ Has Little Miss Scarborough turned up yet?" "~ No." "Really?" "That's not good." "I expect her parents are getting really quite anxious by now." "Yeah, we all are." "I thought you were at the shoot." "No, I had to come back." "One of the dogs found something on the moorland and we had to take it to the police station." "Will you be all right on yer own?" "Course I will." "I've got our Sarah and I'm not doin' much, just a cold lunch for when they get back off the shoot." "You get yerself off." "Can we come in?" "Dawn..." "Have you found her?" "Where is she?" "Please tell me." "No, we haven't, but this has been found on the moorland." "What is it?" "Oh, God!" "Does it belong to Amy?" "I think so." "I don't know." "I don't know." "Andy!" "Can I see both straps, please?" "It could be anybody's!" "'Here they are." "I've ironed them." "Hope they're all right.'" "I didn't quite know what to do with all the frilly bit, but... err..." "What yer lookin' at, Godfrey?" "I was admiring your physique." "Are you sayin' I've got nice tits?" "Now look what you've done, you've embarrassed him." "It's way too big." "I'm going to look dead sackless." "Gimme that pinny." "~ Ah, shit!" "Strap's broke." "~ Give us it here." "Give us it." "Right, go on, take the napkins up." "I didn't have time to sew it, so I just stuck a safety pin through it." "~ It's him, isn't it?" "It's him." "He's done somethin' to her." "~ We don't know." "Why are you still standing here, when you should be questioning him or bloody arresting him?" "~ We can't just arrest people for..." "~ Something's wrong!" "I know something's happened to her, I can feel it." "I want to go up to the moorland to look for her." "You can join us, we're widening our search this afternoon." "I'll be there." "Spencer told me." "Is it Amy's?" "I'm so sorry." "Just to be absolutely clear, the last time all three of you saw Amy was in this kitchen?" "~ Yeah." "~ Before she went out to talk to Godfrey." "The last thing I said to her was, "Leave him alone."" "Were you worried about him and your daughter?" "He's a lovely man, but you never know with people like him, he can get angry so easily." "If he's laid a finger on her, I'll kill him." "I really don't think he would, he were always lovely wi' her." "Yeah, in front of us he was, but..." "Listen, listen, your Amy can hold her own, she's..." "She is 17 and diabetic, Julie." "Come on, Andy." "~ We'll see you tomorrow morning, for the press conference." "~ Yeah." "Oh, don't worry, love, I'm sure she'll turn up." "~ She looks bloody shocking'." "~ Should get this back to forensics." "You don't really think sommat's happened to her, do you?" "I don't know her." "I mean, you've got a better idea than I have." "Is she the type to go running off without telling her parents?" "She's not happy about her mam being pregnant." "Dawn and Andy aren't happy about it either, but, you know, these things happen." "You have to get on with it, don't you?" "I think she feels as though she's had her nose pushed out." "That's worth knowing." "Cheers, love." "She must be going through hell." "I remember you once stopped over at this lass's house and you didn't let me know." "And, oh, God," "I were beside myself with worry." "I thought you were laid in some ditch, dead." "It was Lisa Gilford and I had told you, but you just hadn't listened to me." "Dad grounded me for a week." "Yes, well, when you've got kids of yer own, you'll realise what it's like." "I'm sorry, love, I didn't mean to say that." "It's OK." "Where's Sean?" "I don't know, he went off in a bit of a sulk." "I don't think he really want us to go public." "Try it now!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Can I give you a lift somewhere?" "Jesus Christ!" "Godfrey, have you seen Sean?" "Last seen heading towards the cottage." "Thanks." "Have they found her yet?" "Found her where?" "Where do you think she is, Godfrey?" "I don't know." "I was just asking." "You would never do anything to hurt Amy, would you?" "No, never." "OK." "Sean?" "They've found Amy's apron up on the moorland, it looked like it had blood on it." "Oh, my God, really?" "Yeah." "Dawn and Andy are in pieces." "Do you think it could be Godfrey?" "No, no way." "No, why would he do that?" "Because he's..." "He was upset about the lottery." "Upset!" "That doesn't mean to say he's done anything to her." "We really don't understand his condition." "Oh, look, hang on, hang on, you're making massive leaps." "But he was upset and angry and he is strong, Sean." "He can carry a sack full of logs up to the house." "When we went to tell him we thought we'd won the lottery, he wasn't in the house." "Where was he?" "I don't know, he said he was watering... something." "At night?" "Anyway, I want you to come up to the house with me." "I will as soon as I've finished packing." "Where are you going?" "I don't know, but I'm not sticking around." "As soon as the press thing finishes tomorrow, I'm off." "~ What are you running away from, Sean?" "~ Nothing." "I just..." "I like my life to be private, that's all." "And I'll have enough money now to go travelling." "Fine, if that's how you feel." "Look, Sarah!" "Sarah!" "What did I say?" "Nothin', forget it." "No, come on." "Clearly you're pissed off with me." "Sarah?" "OK, you never talk about yourself, do you?" "I've noticed how you always turn the conversation around to talk about whoever you're with." "I don't know anything about you, but you know everything about me." "I don't think that's true." "I told you about my relationship with Josh," "~ my depression after the miscarriage." "~ Because you like talking." "I don't like talking about myself." "I-I-I-I don't ask you things, you just tell me." "I don't like telling people things." "Oh, I'm just people, am I?" "Well, if that's what you think of me, good riddance to you!" "I'll be glad when you've gone." "Sarah!" "What the hell?" "!" "Yes, yes, I'm coming." "~ Hello." "~ Hello." "John Kempt, art historian." "~ Come in." "~ I was called." "There seems to be some discrepancy who I'm actually doing the valuation for and which particular painting it is." "Well, as far as I know..." "Oh, she's here." "~ Sarah, this is John Kempt." "You rang him." "~ Oh." "Thank you so much for coming." "I didn't think you'd... ~ It seemed like the sensible thing to do under the circumstances." "~ Sarah!" "Would you like a cup of tea and some rhubarb crumble?" "How nice, yes, I'd like that very much." "I missed lunch, so..." "This is our estate manager, Sean McGary." "Art historian and authenticator John Kempt." "~ Pleased to meet you." "~ Hello." "I'll go make you yer tea." "If you'd just like to follow me." "This is the painting that Lord Hazelwood..." "Good heavens!" "Yes." "That's really... very, very bad." "What do you mean "bad"?" "It's so clearly a forgery." "~ A forgery?" "~ What?" "Are you sure?" "Yes, absolutely." "I don't even need to take it out of the frame, the pigment is all wrong." "And I suspect this is a forgery too." "~ No, that can't be." "~ But that's one of Lord Hazelwood's." "Yes, much better visual plausibility, though." "Yeah." "Maybe it isn't, not sure." "Have to take it out of the frame." "But the Reynolds is definitely not kosher." "How much is it worth?" "If you were very, very lucky?" "£500." "For the frame, you understand, not the painting." "I'd say that was worthless." "Now would you like me to look at anything else while I'm here?" "Lady Hazelwood mentioned a Vermeer." "The Vermeer's in the drawing room, but if you've time," "I'd like you to look at all the paintings in the house." "I don't know what we're even doing here." "We need a car, so we can look for her, love." "The last thing I'm bothered about is a bloody car." "But I want to drive across the top road to Staithes, see if there is any sign of her." "Let's just see what they've got, eh?" "Go finish your packing." "No, I'm not going to leave you with this." "I can deal with it." "I don't understand what I've done wrong." "Nothing, it's me that got it wrong." "I thought I meant something to you, but if I'm just a PERSON..." "I didn't mean it like that, Sarah." "~ You do mean something..." "~ Good news!" "I'm pretty sure the rest of them are authentic." "Where next?" "Come in." "Sorry to disturb you yet again, but we've been knocking at the gatehouse, and there doesn't seem to be anybody there." "Er..." "He'll be in the garden mulching his compost or sommat." "Can you point us in the right direction?" "Yeah, course I can." "Follow me." "Where do you want these?" "Don't bring them over here, take them over there." "There he is." "Godfrey." "~ Hi, Julie." "~ Godfrey Watson?" "Yeah?" "We have a warrant to search your premises." "Well... wh..." "Just a minute, just a minute." "You never said owt to me about having no warrant." "~ What for?" "~ According to Section Eight of the Police And Criminal Evidence Act 1984." "I'm sorry, love, I had no idea." "Could I have a look at that, please?" "Yeah, sure." "This is very interesting." "What "relevant evidence" are you hoping to find?" "If you'd like to either give us a key or lead the way to the gatehouse, we can make a start." "~ Don't you give 'em owt." "~ I haven't got a key." "I never lock my door cos it sticks." "You just have to give it a shove." "~ Can I finish planting my Brassica...?" "~ No, I'm afraid not." "~ Please.." "~ If you'd like to lead the way for us, Godfrey." "I'm sorry, love." "I-I had no idea." "I don't believe this!" "He's fast asleep in the sitting room." "What do you think we should do?" "Well, we can't tell him, it'd kill him." "It's his only hope of saving the place." "Somebody's going to have to tell him, before they sell the whole lot off." "Spencer Boy's not going to rock up, is he?" "He's away on some business trip and she's taken to her bed with a migraine." "When you wind up the clocks, have you ever noticed any of the paintings missing?" "Only when they've been away for cleaning or in an exhibition, why?" "Oh, shit!" "That's when they've swapped them, isn't it?" "Yeah." "Police are here!" "They've got a warrant to search the gatehouse." "~ What for?" "~ I don't know what to do." "It's all right, I'll go." "I never did get that cup of tea and rhubarb crumble." "Sorry, love." "They're in kitchen going cold." "Life got in the way." "You better stay wi' him." "Two ticks, love." "You didn't need a warrant." "I'd have being very happy to show you around." "Sorry about the mess, Now, where would you like to start?" "~ If you do upstairs and I'll do down." "~ Yeah, no problem." "Is this about Amy?" "Did you, at any time, go onto the moorland last night or this morning?" "It depends technically what you calling moorland." "You know, where they do the game shoot." "I'd have to say no to that." "On Amy's mobile call log, she had seven missed calls and two taken from the telephone number registered to this address." "Yes, well she doesn't often take my calls, but then again, she's a very busy person." "So you admit you call her a lot?" "Lyn, you'll want to see this." "Get them off the wall!" "What's going on, where are they?" "Upstairs." "They can't just rampage through yer house." "Well, evidently they can if they have reason to believe I have incriminating evidence." "~ Of what?" "~ I don't know, but it's very well documented in here." "I think they've put an awful lot of thought into this." "Godfrey, have you any idea what they're looking for?" "Godfrey Watson, I am arresting you on suspicion of the abduction" "~ of Amy Stevenson." "~ Whoa!" "Hang on a minute." "What makes you think he's got anything to do with it?" ".. when questioned anything you later rely on in court." "~ What've you got in that bag?" "~ If you'd like you to accompany us" "~ to the station." "~ Might I need some pyjamas?" "Have you nearly finished?" "It's very difficult to tell in this light." "I really need to do a proper pigment scraping." "I think we should go." "John?" "Hello, Charles." "How lovely to see you." "I'm sorry..." "I was just taking a little nap." "Sorry to hear you've been unwell." "It's nothing." "Honestly, they make a big fuss." "Thank you for coming so quickly." "I just want to get a few things sorted out, you know, put things in order, if you know what I mean." "Sarah, you should've woken me." "I thought it best to let you sleep." "Oh, plenty of time for that when I peg out." "So has... has Sarah told you?" "I'm thinking of selling the Reynolds." "Yes, she mentioned." "I thought as Mr Kempt was here, I'd ask him to do a couple of valuations on some of the other paintings." "Yes, but that's a bit tricky, Sarah, the others are either portraits of my ancestors or otherwise they're picture that have been in the family for centuries." "The Reynolds, you see, we bought in Paris, when Lydia and I where first married." "I don't want to sell it, but..." "Oh, Rachel." "I thought I heard voices." "This is a good friend of mine, John." "I know John, silly." "~ In fact, we spoke this morning, on the phone." "~ What?" "Yes, right." "Has anyone offered you a cup of tea?" "I really don't have time for a cup of tea now." "I have to be in Staithes in less than an hour." "Just so you know, I've had a good look at the Reynolds, and I'm afraid to say, it's a forgery and not" "~ a very good one at that." "~ What?" "~ A forgery?" "No, no..." "No, it can't be." "Yes." "Sorry to be the bearer of bad news." "And as for the Vermeer you asked me to look at..." "The Vermeer?" "~ I can't sell the Vermeer!" "~ It was just a valuation in case..." "Have you lost your mind?" "Under the circumstances, I'd like a second opinion." "Never mind the bloody Vermeer!" "I want a second opinion on the Reynolds." "I bought that picture for £230,000 in 1967." "And it would've been worth in the region of two or three million." "~ I authenticated it, so..." "~ You authenticated it?" "Yes, it must be two or three years ago now." "I believe it was sold to China." "Bring me the picture!" "Have you seen this apron before?" "It depends if it's the one I ironed or not." "Don't get clever with me." "Have you seen this before or not?" "I am clever!" "~ Does it belong to Amy?" "~ You tell me." "Well, if you consider the law of probabilities and where the apron was found..." "~ What's going on?" "~ Sean, are you still here?" "Super said he could come in as an AA." "~ You could've let me know." "~ Course I'm still here." "For the benefit of the tape, DS Houghton just entered the room." "Identify yourself for the tape please, Sean." "~ Sean McGarry." "~ Sean McGarry." "Don't you think you should have a solicitor, Godfrey?" "No, I'm fine, honestly." "It would be a waste of time and money." "~ No, there's be a duty solicitor." "~ I have asked him." "Sean's going to be acting as AA." "Is it all right if Sean sits quietly and listens?" "He won't say anything." "Fine, whatever." "Thanks very much." "That's very nice of you." "I think you're going to find this very interesting." "OK, you can go on." "Why do you have 16 photos of Amy in your bedroom?" "She didn't like any of them, so I didn't know what to do with them." "I didn't want to throw them all away cos it would be a waste, you know." "So, erm, I thought I might send them to a magazine." "So, I thought we'd do some with me wearing this and then I'll change into sommat else." "Fine, good, er, whatever you think's right." "Do you think I look sexy?" "I think I like you better in the blue dress." "Oh, God, that's so boring!" "This is cool." "You've got the newspaper cuttings up there of me when I was Miss Scarborough." "Yes, I thought you looked so lovely on that day." "I wished I'd had my camera with me." "So, I've only ever taken pictures of vegetables and flowers before." "You said you could do it, Godfrey!" "Yes, I can." "At least, I'll try my very best." "So if you could just stand on front of the sheet, just near the light." "And I'll adjust the shutter speed." "And the aperture." "I haven't got all night, you know." "Sorry, nearly there." "How do you think I should stand?" "However you think." "I can do it..." "like this." "~ Or is that better?" "~ Erm..." "How about from the back?" "Or like this?" "Or this like this?" "Come on, Godfrey, why aren't you takin' them?" "Because I need you to stand perfectly still so I can focus properly." "Stand still, that's not how you are supposed to do it!" "I'm supposed to move about." "How long's it going to take?" "Cos I'm supposed to be meeting someone." "Erm, all right, all right, don't move now, don't move, stand still." "That's a good one." "OK, try something else now." "Hang on, I've just got to adjust my aperture again." "~ And my shutter speed." "~ For God's sake, Godfrey!" "~ Godfrey, come on, quicker!" "~ I've got to focus me camera." "~ Why's it taking so long?" "~ You have got to slow down." "~ Click your camera." "~ OK." "~ Godfrey, why aren't you taking 'em?" "~ I am doing me best." "Come on, Godfrey, click your camera!" "So she ridiculed you, she made you feel really little and stupid?" "No, that's not right, she just didn't understand the camera." "It wasn't a digital camera, it's a K1000 SLR Pentax with no motor drive option." "She'd...." "Nice car." "Yeah, it is nice." "Yer dad picked it." "I've finished me homework, can I go out with dad to look for Amy?" "I found her spare insulin pen in her drawer." "And I've rung Dr Shaw." "But he hasn't given her a new prescription." "It's all right, Mum, she'll turn up." "I promise you that she'll be all right." "She'll turn up, Mum." "Where is she?" "She'll come home soon." "I promise you, Mum." "Everything will be all right!" "I am Amy's dad." "Where's the best place to start?" "The boss will tell you where to go." "Right, come on, lads." "Come on." "Keep tight to me, Noah." "Amy!" "Amy!" "This way, come on." "Keep focused." "Where the hell are you, Spencer?" "Charles knows about the paintings." "I need you at home now!" "Lord Hazelwood is asking for you." "Ring me as soon as soon as you get this message." "You are playing a very dangerous game, my dear." "I'm not playing a game, I simply did what Lord Hazelwood asked me to do." "Why would he ask you to ring John Kempt?" "Maybe because he trusts me." "Why don't you just try a couple of mouthfuls?" "It'll do you good." "Ah, I don't think I can stomach anything, Julie." "It's not your soup." "I'm just a bit churned up." "You need to keep your strength up." "So what on earth is going to happen to Godfrey?" "I don't know." "He'd never hurt Amy." "He worships the ground she walks on." "I think she's run off with that lad." "Well, she'll soon be in touch." "Particularly if she hears her mother's won the lottery." "Yeah." "It's true." "I'm so happy for you, Julie." "Really I am." "~ You deserve it." "~ Stop it!" "You'll have us blubbin'." "It's true." "It's true." "I know life hasn't been exactly easy for you, after Ken died, or when things got really difficult." "But you remained loyal to me." "You give over, right, you make it sound like I'm leavin' you." "Sarah said you were asking for me." "I was just trying to get hold of Spencer." "I'll leave you to it." "Well done on the dinner last night, Julie." "It was much appreciated." "Glad they enjoyed it." "I was thinking..." "This John Kempt isn't the only art historian." "Perhaps we should get a second opinion." "He authenticated the Reynolds, he even knew that it went to China!" "What I want to know, Rachel, is who the hell sold it?" "I have absolutely no idea, Charles." "Well, I intend to make it my business to find out, and if it turns out that it is Spencer..." "Spencer wouldn't dare do anything like that." "He wouldn't know where to begin to sell a painting." "Why did you ask John to do a valuation on the Vermeer?" "For heaven's sake, Charles, I wasn't going to sell it." "How could you think that?" "I just wanted to know what it was worth to take some comfort from knowing." "You've no idea what it's like for me, Charles." "You're not in the best of health." "We have a weekly payroll, a crumbling stately home and an estate to keep." "It isn't easy, Charles." "That's why I was going to sell the Reynolds." "But if all the bloody pictures are fakes, well, I've no idea what we're going to do, Rachel." "I think we're finished." "We could always sell the house to the Americans." "You heard what they said last night." "They'd snap your hand off for it." "We could live the rest of our lives in comfort." "Abroad somewhere." "Think about it, Charles." "You have no idea, do you?" "What this house and the estate means to me." "And meant to my ancestors." "Your ancestors are all dead, Charles!" "You have no children, no-one to leave it to!" "It needs millions spending on it!" "Or it's just going to fall down." "It's a ball and chain around our necks." "I don't want to talk about it any more." "I need my medication and I need some rest." "Good morning, morning." "Hi, just a few more minutes." "If you'll just keep yourselves patient, please." "I can't tell you a lot at the moment." "Lord Hazelwood, could we have a word?" "Well, good morning, ladies and gentlemen." "Oh, hiya, are you a winner?" "No, I'm not, I'm just staying here." "We've been talking." "And now we've won the lottery, we've being thinking about what we want to do with it." "What Sarah's trying to say to you is, we've all had a meeting and we've decided that we want to put a percentage of our win into Hazelwood Manor to keep it going, to keep it in your family." "Erm... and we'd like to do that for you." "~ We want to be a part of it." "~ Yeah." "I don't know what to say." "Say yes." "So, the press might want to take a statement from you." "If they ask, I'm sure I can say a few words." "Poor Dawn looks like she's ready to burst into tears." "They still haven't found her daughter yet." "Right, everything's sorted, so who's going to say it?" "Not me." "I don't know what the hell I'm doing here." "You agreed." "I'll say it." "~ Are you bearing up, love?" "~ I'm doing this for our Amy." "Of course you are, and we couldn't do this without you." "You know, what with Godfrey not being here." "I know it's difficult, but... when we go outside, do you think you could all manage a smile?" "You've won all this money." "I know." "I know I have." "Then maybe you could use some of it to try and find her?" "Well that's right, you could offer a reward." "Great idea." "Are you nearly ready?" "They're going mad down there." "I can't hold them off for much longer!" "All right, hold your horses." "OK, take the cheque." "Don't hold it up too high cos we want to see your faces, so if you'll all do us a nice little smile." "Come on, it'll be over before you know it." "Best foot forward." "Come on!" "Ladies and gentlemen of the press." "I would like to introduce to you the newest Mercury Millions Winners, the staff of Hazelwood Manor." "Thank you so much." "Could you look this way, please?" "How did you choose your numbers?" "That was me, they were just birthdays and a couple of other... ~ How many of you guys are in the syndicate?" "~ Five of us." "What's yer names, love?" "~ Sean McGarry." "~ Sarah Travers." "~ Dawn Stevenson." "~ Julie Travers." "~ Are you mother and daughter?" "~ Yeah." "What are you going to spend your money on, Sarah?" "A few of us have decided to try and help save Hazelwood Manor." "~ What do you mean help save it?" "~ Why does it need saving?" "Are you going to say something?" "~ There's lot of repairs need doing..." "~ What do you want me to say?" "It costs a lot of money to keep up with a house like this." "We want to make sure it stays in the Hazelwood family." "~ Well, excuse me..." "~ Are there any plans to sell it?" "You never know, it could end up being turned into a golf club or sommat like that." "Hazelwood Manor is part of our heritage." "It's English, it belongs to us." "Are you saying you're going to be part owners of Hazelwood?" "Yes, it'll be a consortium." "That's an amazingly generous thing to do." "~ Does Lord Hazelwood know about that?" "~ Oh, certainly not!" "We've spoken to Lord Hazelwood and he's delighted." "We just haven't settled on the amount yet." "This is Godfrey, he's the fifth member of our syndicate." "Sorry to be late, I've just spent the night at the police station." "~ Was it a criminal offence?" "~ What did you do?" "Five more minutes." "If we can we move on now, please." "Dawn, are you going to be part of the consortium?" "Are you going to be part owner of Hazelwood Manor?" "It depends." "My daughter Amy's gone missing." "And that's nothing to do with me by the way, even though the police think it has." "I would never do anything to hurt Amy." "This is her, she's a diabetic and she needs insulin to keep her alive." "Straight down the lens please, Dawn." "I'm offerin' a reward to anyone who's seen her or can tell me anything that'll lead to her being found." "How much reward are we talking about, Dawn?" "Money's no good to me if I haven't got me daughter." "I'd give everything' I have to get her back." "Please, Amy, if yer out there, will you just find a phone and ring me?" "You're not in trouble, love," "I just need to know that you're all right." "I have the contracts for you to sign, and you'll be the proud owners of Hazelwood Manor." "This might be something or nothing, but what do you know about Sean McGarry?" "What've you done with my daughter, you bastard?" "Amy, speak to me!" "Where are you?" "~ Amy?" "~ Sean?"