"Oh, no!" "Not that way." "Rusty!" "Rusty!" "Come here." "Good boy." "Barbara!" "Hang on." "We're going to Essex, to the seaside at Balford." "I've come to say goodbye." "Oh." "Right." "Well, goodbye, then." "Goodbye." "What's the score?" "Well, um..." "It was 22 yesterday, and 14 today." "So far." "My turn." "OK, watch." "Whoa!" "Hadiyyah!" "That's Daddy." "He said two minutes." "Hi." "Daddy!" "Come and see this." "Barbara can flick them for miles." "Time to go." "Let Sgt Havers get on." "No, it's OK." "I wasn't..." "It's Barbara." "They've got a fairground at Balford." "They've got dodgems!" "Daddy, can she come on holiday with us?" "I don't think Sgt Havers would..." "It's not a holiday." "Oh, er..." "Oh, I thought, um..." "Right." "Come along, sweetheart." "Hurry up." "In the car." "See ya." "Private stuff." "Family problems." "Thank you." "DAVID ATTENBOROUGH:" "Seabirds flock to grab the spoils." "Huge quantities of fish and offal are thrown overboard..." "NEWSCASTER:" "The death is suspicious." "The body of Haytham Querashi was found on an isolated beach near Balford-le-Nez." "Mr Querashi was to marry Shala Malik, daughter of a prominent businessman, next week." "The death comes at a sensitive time for the Pakistani community, in turmoil over a racist murder last year." "I'm outside the police station in Balford-Le-Nez, where the strength of feeling is plain to see." "Chief Inspector Barlow, how would you answer?" "Can I make it clear, my investigation's conducted with integrity and..." "What about Haytham Querashi?" "All of my team worked..." "Are you going to do a cover-up on THIS murder, as well?" "OK, Mr Malik." "You want guarantees?" "I'll give you guarantees." "DCI Barlow." "Barbara Havers." "Hello." "Em? "Barb!"" "It IS me, yeah." "Yeah, yeah, I just saw it." "No, no, you were excellent." "Yeah." "Yeah, look, Em," "I've got some time off and, um, well, I've just been thinking." "I haven't been to the seaside in years." "She's in her room." "Shala!" "It's me!" "My boys are asleep up there." "Sorry." "Hi." "Why can't Yumna look after her own babies?" "I don't understand." "Why are you so...?" "It's not as if you were in love with Haytham." "You hardly knew him." "Shala, he didn't..." "Look, I mean, before he died, did Haytham say anything?" "About me." "You?" "No." "Why?" "Oh, nothing." "Nothing." "Kitchens." "We have to decide by Friday, when I sign the contract." "Then the flat's ours." "I can't." "You can!" "Haytham's dead." "You're free now." "You can have the bedroom with the sea view if you want." "OK, so your dad will kick up a fuss, but he'll get over it." "Are you crying?" "Rache, what have I done?" "Lucky escape, huh?" "You must have prayed every day for a way out." "Work it in well." "The thing I don't understand, such a sweet guy like Haytham..." "Who in their right mind would want to kill him?" "No, speak to the press office." "What have we got on Muneer Malik?" "And the prints from the car?" "Anyone onto it?" "Yup, I am." "Barb!" "Excellent!" "You made it." "What's this?" "Tell him thanks." "Guys, this is Barbara Havers, old mate from way back." "Hello." "When was the last time?" "Northampton?" "Manchester." "The investigative interviewing course." "Manchester!" "Two stroppy sergeants." "Look at you now." "Fast-track, or what?" "Sit." "Your sister-in-law can take it." "Muneer, explain to your wife." "Yumna." "You look tired, sweetheart." "Muneer, your sister is tired." "DOORBELL RINGS I'll go." "If it's the police again, show them into the front room." "Who's the guy who found the body?" "Gerry DeVitt." "Local builder, doing up the victim's house." "How long had he been dead?" "Hang on." "Anything on him?" "60 quid and some condoms." "Time of death, approximately 10pm." "Why was he on a beach so late?" "Meeting someone?" "A prostitute, maybe?" "Possibly a boat." "It could be drugs." "Yeah." "OK, here's an idea." "Why don't I hijack you?" "Pardon?" "A:" "I'm short-staffed, and B:" "I'm just thinking, an impartial outsider from the Met will keep the troublemakers happy." "You want ME...?" "If you're up for it." "Yeah." "Who's your boss now?" "DI Lynley." "Um, he's in Mexico." "He's, er..." "He's just got married." "No, your Super." "Webberley, is it?" "Yeah." "Don't get too excited." "I told that arrogant poseur I'd keep him informed." "Who?" "Muneer Malik." "Oh, the good-looking one." "You think he's good-looking?" "So does he." "Hello." "I'll dump community liaison stuff on you." "Superintendent Webberley." "It's blatant sex discrimination." "You should be a DI by now." "No, I'm still waiting." "'Webberley here.' Malcolm, hi." "Emily Barlow here." "Listen, I want to ask you an enormous personal favour." "AKRAM MALIK:" "I don't want anyone, especially Azhar, to interfere with the police investigation!" "Sir!" "You are not welcome in my house!" "Muneer said you need help." "Please leave!" "Uncle, I help at the Pakistani Aid Association." "The cops won't lose face twice, Dad." "They'll twist facts and pin Haytham's death on the community." "Rubbish!" "Where are you staying?" "Um, nowhere." "Try the Hamford." "It's where Haytham Querashi was staying." "I'd ask you to join us, but, um..." "Half a brain, eats like a pig, but surprisingly adequate in bed." "He'll do." "Till I get bored." "There's a political agenda here!" "And what are you now?" "The saviour of your people?" "At least I know who I am." "I don't try to be more English than the English." "You accuse ME?" "!" "You accuse ME?" "!" "Leave it, Muni." "You know where we started, Azhar?" "Your aunt and me?" "In a rented shed in Lewisham." "Two stoves and a sink." "And now we have the business, the house, the boat, and Malik Sauces are to be found in every supermarket in Britain." "But times change." "And Haytham was our future." "A first-class business brain." "And a fine man." "That's what we have lost." "Our future." "Did he have many visitors?" "None at all." "A very quiet man." "And he was the production manager for Malik Sauces, so I guess he was out all day." "And, er, most evenings." "Out where?" "I, er, never intrude on guests' privacy." "What time did he go out the night he was killed?" "About ten." "Ten?" "That's late." "He often went out after dinner." "Hamburg?" "Oh, no." "Wait a minute, I forgot." "He DID have a visitor." "A woman." "Well, I assume it was a woman." "It could have been anything under that..." "What do they call them?" "Black, head to foot." "When was this?" "Oh, it was some time ago." "Um, two weeks at least." "Um..." "Very late." "She, er..." "Did she give a name?" "Um, Mr Querashi whisked her straight up to his room." "F Qamar." "Does that name mean anything to you?" "Racon Designer Jewellery." "Ah, yes." "This receipt's made out to Shala Malik." "His fiancee." "Arranged marriage?" "Peculiar way of doing things." "Not half as peculiar as the whole dating nightmare." "Ah, but the, er, chase is half the fun, Miss Havers." "ANSWERPHONE:" "Klaus Reuchlein." "Klaus..." "Reuchlein." "HOTEL MANAGER:" "'Miss Havers." "Good morning." "This is your early morning call.'" "Oh, thank you." "HADIYYAH:" "Daddy!" "Daddy!" "Watch me!" "Look at this!" "Barbara!" "Hi!" "Daddy, look who I found!" "Hi." "Azhar, this isn't how it looks." "I didn't know that..." "No, what happened, er, was, I got a phone call yesterday from Essex Police." "The Haytham Querashi case." "There's a swing." "Come and see." "Show Sgt Havers later." "Come on, off you go." "So, we're here on the same business." "Are we?" "Haytham was engaged to my cousin." "Shala Malik is your cousin?" "Have you had breakfast yet?" "Um..." "Please." "Miss Havers, good morning." "Juices and, er, cereal on the sideboard." "Help yourself." "Oh, er, Mr Treves!" "Um, could you possibly get a record of the calls Mr Querashi made in the week before he died?" "Leave it with me, Miss Havers." "So, we find ourselves on opposing sides." "He's going senile, anyway." "Haytham." "Haytham." "He's still going on about bloody Haytham." "You're twice the man that Haytham was." "You're so clever, Muni." "I just want a little respect." "He SHOULD respect you." "I'm his son." "And the father of his grandsons." "We're the future." "Who cares?" "BABY CRIES" "I don't want his two-bit tandoori empire, anyway." "See to the baby." "Your sister will do it." "They're your boys." "She likes doing it." "CLATTERING" "There she goes." "Little Miss Butter Wouldn't Melt." "Hey!" "Maybe we'll get that house in Castle Street now." "You really think I want to live in the same town as my pig-headed father?" "Where, then?" "You... tell me where." "OK." "How does it work?" "What would happen if Haytham decided to break off his engagement?" "He wouldn't." "His life, his job, everything was tied up in it." "Yeah, but suppose he had." "Then it would be an unforgivable insult to my family." "And he'd..." "he'd bring shame on his own." "Have you given the baby his bottle?" "Yes." " What's the matter?" " Nothing." "But what if he'd fallen in love with someone else?" "It wouldn't make any difference." "He was going to marry Shala." "OK, but what if the person he fell in love with..." "What if he got her pregnant?" "Then obviously she'd be an English girl..." "What are you saying about English girls?" "All I'm saying is that any girl he got pregnant would be English." "VOMITING" "So, everything was fine?" "The wedding was going ahead OK?" "Yes." "As far as I know." "Morning." "You're in Mexico!" "Does it LOOK like I'm in Mexico?" "Well..." "Excuse my butting in." "Oh, um, sorry." "This is..." "Azhar Taymullah." "How do you do?" "Thomas Lynley." "I'm her boss." "What are you doing here?" "Family crisis." "Helen's sister Penny." "Is she OK?" "Depends what you mean by OK." "Her husband's walked out on her." "Not again!" "Left her and the kids with a pile of debts and an e-mail." "Poor Pen drank some wine and forgot how many sleeping pills she'd taken." "So we flew home." "Hang on." "What are you doing here, then?" "Ah." "Yes." "Here, look." "Um, this may not be quite what you planned, and I apologise if you feel that I'm surplus to requirements, but I got a call last night from our beloved leader." "Oh, I get it." ""Go and make sure she doesn't screw up." Well, thank you(!" ")" "Thank you so much(!" ")" "I'll keep a low profile." "SHE HUFFS" "But what if you're wrong?" "He wrote a cheque to F Qamar for £400." "So what?" "I write cheques all the time." "He could have been paying someone off, for blackmail, or abortion." "Barbara, it still wouldn't make any difference." "It's a contract between families." "What do YOU know?" "How do you think the Lynleys got an earldom?" "Money, land - we married it." "Exactly." "Well, thank you, Azhar." "We've got to go." "Are you coming?" "No sign of a fight." "There wouldn't be, would there?" "The tide's washed everything away." "I knew that." "He could possibly have drowned." "Good morning!" "Em, hi!" "This is DI Lynley." "I guessed." "How do you do?" "DCI Emily Barlow." "Good to meet you." "Good to put a face to the name." "I read about you." "Rising stars, the face of modern policing." "Oh, it's all politics." "Right, pathology report." "We know how he died." "Broken neck." "Plus he sustained a fractured skull, multiple contusions." "Interesting, though - this mark, consistent with bruising from a taut wire." "Like a tripwire." "Yes." "So, the killer, or killers, knew he'd park at the top there, and then walk on down the steps." "Check if POLSA found any wire." "And see if you can trace that cheque." "But, um, are you saying he crashed 50 foot down a cliff, and then dragged himself with a broken neck, and smashed skull, in there to die?" "Good point." "So, how DID he get there?" "Good morning." "DI Lynley, DS Havers." "This receipt, made out to Shala Malik." "She bought a bracelet." "Right." "And your name?" "Rachel Winfield." "What kind of bracelet?" "Like that one." "Miss Malik makes her own jewellery?" "Yeah, just beads and crystals." "She don't do silver work." "Um, it says here, "Till the end of time." Is that an inscription?" "Mm." "See, what I don't understand is, um..." "Well, could I see your receipt book a minute, please?" "Thanks." "Yeah, see, this is the white copy which you give the customer, yeah?" "And this is the blue copy, the carbon copy you keep in the shop." "So, how does the blue copy, YOUR copy, land up in Haytham Querashi's wallet?" "Never mind." "We'll ask Miss Malik." "Right." "Thank you." "SHOP BELL RINGS" "Be gentle." "My daughter has taken Haytham's death very badly." "It was an arranged marriage?" "Arranged marriage, yes, but not a forced marriage." "So, no pressure on her to choose the one she knew you favoured." "None whatsoever." "A marriage is more than a private agreement." "I needed a son-in-law who could take over from me when I retire." "What about your son," "Mr Malik?" "Muneer is a fine marketing manager." "But he, er..." "My son has his problems." "What kind of problems?" "He had a troubled childhood." "We took him to see people." "But..." "HE SIGHS" "If your son-in-law took over, the business would stay in the family." "What else could I do?" "Shala, baby?" "Detective Inspector Lynley." "And Detective Sergeant Havers." "Hi." "Um, just one question, Miss Malik." "You bought a bracelet at Racon Designer Jewellery." "We found the receipt in Haytham's wallet." "You can't have done." "I've got it." "No, that's it..." "It wasn't YOUR receipt, it was the shop's copy." "Why would your fiance have it?" "Was the bracelet for you?" "No." "It was a gift for Haytham." "An engagement gift." "Do you have an F Qamar working here?" "Do we?" "Did anyone have a grudge towards Haytham?" "An employee?" "I wouldn't have thought so." "Trevor Ruddock?" "He, er, had to be sacked." "Haytham caught him stealing." "He bent over backwards to see Trevor got another job." "My friend Theo Shaw fixed him up." "What happened to it?" "Pardon?" "The bracelet." "Haytham wasn't wearing it, and it wasn't in his room." "Oh, um, I didn't get the chance to give it to him." "And, um, when he..." "I couldn't." "I threw it away." "Where?" "Off the end of the pier." "When?" "Yesterday." "Er, Abbu Jan, I think the stationery rep's just come." "May I, er...?" "Sergeant, have you finished with my daughter?" "Um, yes, thanks." "The police are here!" "I came to warn you." "Too late!" "What are you playing at?" "Why did you give Haytham that receipt?" "Because..." "I wanted him to know." " Please stop meddling in things you don't understand!" " I do understand." "You haven't a clue, Rache!" "I'm pregnant!" "What am I going to do?" "I thought I was going to be married next week." " And pass it off as Haytham's?" " No, I never..." "Well, to the rest of the family, but not to him." "He knew." "I told him." "And he was so kind." "He said...that we all have things in our lives that..." "Rache, you've got to help me." "I don't know where to go." "Please." "You've...you've got to help me fix up an abortion." "A baby!" "MAN:" "That'll be the day." "He's probably on holiday or something, is he?" "Excuse me!" "Hello." "Hi." "Hi." "Were you working here yesterday?" "Yeah." "Did you see a girl on the pier?" "Hundreds." "No, a Pakistani girl with a scarf?" "She threw something into the water." "Anybody see a Paki girl chuck summat in the water?" "No." "No." "OK, cheers." "Oh, Theo Shaw's office?" "It's back that way." "You've passed it." "Right." "Cheers." "Trevor Ruddock?" "Mm, I gave him some evening shifts on the funfair." "Nice bracelet." "It's unusual." "Could I, er, just...?" "Sure." "Yeah, that is so unusual." "Till the end of time." "Present?" "Sort of." "So, you know the Maliks well." "Mr Malik and I are members of the same business associations." "Mr Ruddock." "Where would we find him?" "He's usually fishing on the pier." "So, Shala gave Theo the bracelet." "It's West Side Story." "Shala Malik, Theo Shaw, secret lovers." "Driven apart by conflicting cultures." "And Theo Shaw, jealous as hell, kills Haytham." "Bollywood, Havers." "Well, you come up with something better, then...sir." "That girl in the shop." "Yeah, Rachel Winfield." "She obviously gave Haytham the receipt." "The question is why?" "Maybe she wanted Haytham to know that Shala was in love with someone else." "Yes, but why?" "Well, maybe..." "What is that thing Asian women wear to cover themselves up?" "Er, a chador." "Maybe Rachel was in the chador." "Haytham's late-night visitor." "Trevor Ruddock?" "Yeah." "Before working for Theo Shaw, you were caught stealing from Malik Sauces." "Who are YOU?" "Police." "Oh, for..." "Stealing what?" "Nothing." "Just a couple of crates of jalfrezi." "So, Mr Querashi caught you smuggling the stuff out?" "No." "He caught me selling it." "I've got a stall in the market." "Saturday, I'm stood there selling two jars of korma for a quid, and blow me, there he was." "Caught red-handed by your bosses." "What shocking bad luck." "It's nothing to do with luck." "He'd come out of the gents'." "You don't go in that gents' for a pee." "Not unless you want to get felt up by a queue of mincing poofs." "Well, that's the LAST thing..." "Gerry DeVitt." "Who's Gerry DeVitt?" "He is." "He's the guy who found the body." "Wait a minute." "And he was working for Haytham doing up his new house." "Um, we're closed." "The sign is a clue." "Well, er," "Detective Sergeant Havers." "And this is DI Lynley." "Mr DeVitt, um, sorry," "I didn't, er..." "What's he done this time?" "I had no idea it was you when we spoke before." "And you are?" "Cliff." "Hegarty." "His other half." "You were working on Haytham Querashi's new house, yeah?" "24/7." "A rush job." "Haytham pulled the wedding forward, Mr Malik said could I do the extra hours to finish it?" "Malik Senior?" "Yeah." "He bought the place for them." "Did he ever make a move on you?" "Who?" "Haytham Querashi." "You knew he was gay." "What, Haytham?" "!" "Never." "Oh, you've upset him now." "He thinks he can always tell." "Did YOU know he was gay?" "How would I know?" "I've never met the man." "Um, have either of you ever come across F Qamar?" "On the gay scene, maybe?" "No, we don't do the gay scene any more." "Do we?" "Theo!" "Get rid of the bracelet before the police see it." "They've seen it." "Oh, my God!" "No, wait." "They won't know it's that bracelet unless they saw the inscription." "They didn't, did they?" "Oh, this is terrible." "Now they'll know" "Shala bought it for you." "How?" "And they'll think you killed Haytham." "How did the police know?" "Theo, speak to Shala." "Make her see sense." "She's talking about an abortion!" "You can't let her kill your baby." "Cost you at least half a million in London." "See this floor?" "That's how I'd like mine." "I tell you what, if I was Muneer, oh, I'd be foaming at the mouth." "The business, this place." "PHONE RINGS" "Does Emily know there's a phone here?" "As if she'd ever miss anything(!" ")" "Get someone to check on it." "We need a list of all the calls." "We have to know who Haytham's rung from here." "Names and addresses." "You'd better get to your liaison meet." "He's got one hell of a motive." "Who?" "Muneer." "MUNEER:" "Get out." "Haytham comes along, nicks his place in the family, gets the house, control of the business, and to cap it all, this paragon of manhood's a shirt-lifter." "It's a massive insult." "Family honour, and stuff." "Men like Muneer take that seriously." "Check where he was the night of the murder." "OK." "Oh, did anyone warn you?" "About what?" "He's insisting on some kind of community do-gooder sitting in on the meeting." "'The person you are calling is unavailable." "Leave a message after the tone.'" "Shala, pick up." "I'm sick of leaving messages." "You know what?" "I thought there was no way you could hurt me any more." "But you can." "You can." "So what's happening, then?" "Fill me in." "Can I just check something first?" "Right, the night" "Haytham was murdered, tell me where you were." "Where I was?" "Is this an interrogation?" "Mr Malik, please..." "I'm here to ASK questions, not get the third degree." "You want an alibi?" "No, forget it." "Forget it." "No..." "I'm not talking to you." "Who are you, anyway?" "I'm sorry." "Get me someone else." "Please just sit down." "Get me someone else." "It's a farce, man." "She's accusing ME!" "Hey, it's OK." "You know what she did?" "That racist cow you work for?" "She buried the evidence." "Everyone knows those white guys did it." "You're accusing my cousin of..." "what?" "I just asked..." "She's trying to pin it on me." "She wants my alibi!" "So?" "Have you got something to hide?" "Well, tell her." "Where were you?" "I was having dinner with a friend." "Where?" "The Nazeeb." "In Harwich." "Which friend?" "He's back in Hamburg now, anyway." "Muni, she needs to know his name." "It's Klaus." "Klaus Reuchlein." "The table was booked in the name of Malik, yeah?" "Still his answerphone." "That's what I got." "OK." "Yup." "Thanks." "They started eating about eight, and left just before midnight." "Muneer and a white guy with a foreign accent." "How much did Muneer pay the manager to say that?" "You think he...?" "You really don't like him, do you?" "She doesn't bother to hide it." "Maybe she just knows him better than you do." "Good evening." "Good evening, sir." "Er, the list of phone calls you wanted." "Oh, great." "Will you, um, both be taking dinner this evening?" "I can recommend the sea bass." "MAN SPEAKS URDU ON PHONE Good evening." "Um..." "Er, good morning?" "Do you speak English?" "MAN RESPONDS IN URDU" "I'm sorry." "INSPECTOR LYNLEY:" "Azhar, hi." "AZHAR:" "Pleasant evening." "Just sitting out, enjoying it." "Good night, Inspector." "See you in the morning." "You haven't told me about the wedding yet." "Hi." "Er, Mexico." "A little white church on top of a cliff overlooking the Pacific." "So, what does it feel like being married?" "Different?" "Totally different." "And exactly the same." "That's helpful(!" ")" "Well, except better." "How's your brother?" "He's getting there." "And your mum?" "Coping." "You look great." "It's probably the tan, but... you look really good." "Marriage obviously suits you." "Everyone should do it." "Seems an interesting guy, your friend Azhar." "How do you two...?" "He's a neighbour." "Right." "And are you...?" "No, he's just a neighbour." "I'll see you tomorrow." "Sleep well." "(Shala!" ")" "PEBBLE HITS WINDOW Shala!" "Um..." "Barbara!" "I need your help." "He's in the garden, isn't he?" "Get out of my room, Muneer." "Did you let him kiss you again?" "No!" "You let him touch you." "No, Muneer, I never!" "You're a whore, Shala." "I should have killed you." "I wish you had." "Who was it?" "A mufti." "A what?" "A kind of Islamic lawyer." "And why did Haytham want to speak to him?" "To get his opinion." "On what?" "It was confidential." "But he did say that Haytham was deeply troubled." "Azhar, um, what line does Islam take with homosexuality?" "It's forbidden." "Absolutely." "Are you telling me that Haytham was gay?" "Um..." "Well, he was seen cottaging." "Well, thank you." "I was just, um..." "Calling Karachi." "Yes, um..." "Good night." "Good night." "Good night." "Take that leer off your face." "It isn't how it looks." "Havers, that's it." "It ISN'T how it looks." "It was supposed to look like an accident." "Haytham tumbles over the cliff." "But it didn't look like an accident." "The body is in the pillbox, and the car's been done over." "So, why does the killer mess up getting away with a perfect murder?" "He didn't." "Which means someone else did." "The person Haytham was due to meet." "His gay lover." "Who was waiting for him." "Who saw what happened." "But couldn't... or daren't come forward." "So, he moved the body and stripped the car, so we'd know it was murder." "What's a mufti?" "No, the point is, Em, if the boyfriend saw Haytham killed, then he could be in danger." "No, I don't buy it." "No, what I think..." "I think the three of them were in it together." "Muneer, Reuchlein, and Haytham." "In what together?" "Drugs, prostitution, we'll get the details later." "I think Haytham got greedy, double-crosses the other two." "Muneer hates Haytham's guts, so... ..he arranges a meet, kills his brother-in-law-to-be, rips the car apart to get rid of evidence." "Right..." "OK, you guys, start the inquiries with vice, drug squad..." "Try NCS." "Muneer is not the only one with a motive." "There's Shala Malik and Theo Shaw." "Are you running this?" "They both had a reason to want Querashi dead." "Barbara." "We haven't identified F Qamar yet." "And there's Rachel Winfield." "I need to talk to her again." "A waste of time." "You can't just dismiss them all because... because you have some kind of hang-up with Muneer Malik." "Let's both try and forget you said that." "Watch your back, mate!" "Mr Ruddock." "You get about a bit." "Does the name F Qamar mean anything to you?" "No." "Try Balford." "That's where the Pakis live." "This is Thaxton." "I've tried Balford." "Morning." "This bloke you're looking for, F Qamar, is he one of them benders?" "Mate, the only Paki" "I've seen round here is my boss." "MOBILE PHONE RINGS" "Yup." "I've got the trace on the calls from Haytham's new house." "There were two from a BB." "I have the address." "Hi, I'm looking for Mr F Qamar." "Mr Qamar!" "Mr Qamar!" "Mr Qamar!" "Mr Qamar!" "Stop!" "One more time, Rachel." "Why were you so keen to stop Haytham and Shala marrying?" "OK." "Let's try again down the station." "Mr Qamar!" "Mr Qamar!" "Come on." "Oh!" "Ah!" "Argh!" "Ow!" "Qamar!" "Come on, Mr Qamar, please!" "Stop!" "OK." "Are you all right?" "Come on." "Come on." "OK, Rachel, here's what I think." "Shala is your best mate and it hurts you when she falls in love with Theo Shaw, so you act as a go-between because at least that way she still needs you." "But when she becomes Mrs Haytham Querashi, then she's lost to you for ever, am I right?" "Shala makes jewellery, doesn't she?" "Does she use wire?" "Are you protecting her, Rachel?" "ANSWERPHONE: 'Hi, this is Rachel." "I can't get to the phone right now." "'Leave a message.'" "Rache, why aren't you answering?" "Where are you?" "Have you, um, fixed it up yet?" "RACHEL:" "They used to meet in secret places and I'd help them." "Shala said it was hopeless, that they could never marry." "Mr Malik's a lovely man, but he's very strict." "And her brother Muneer would kill her, so she broke it off." "What is it you're not telling me, Rachel?" "I think it's my fault." "What is?" "I gave Haytham that receipt and I think he was so angry about it, he went after Theo, and I think Theo killed him." "We've got Qamar." "Why did Haytham Querashi pay you £400?" "No, no, no." "HE SPEAKS IN URDU I need an interpreter here now." "Where's the interpreter?" "Excuse me." "Sorry." "Mr Muneer Malik and Prof Azhar Taymullah want to speak to Mr Qamar." "No." "The professor speaks Urdu." "Absolutely not." "He's biased." "I've got an interpreter coming." "Sorry, there's a problem there." "They can't contact him." "For God's sake!" "Professor Azhar Taymullah." "We need someone who can speak Urdu." "Would you be prepared to interpret?" "Of course." "Let's go." "Which way?" "No." "It's a formal police interview." "So he gets to see Mr Qamar and I don't." "I was given promises from the police." "It's OK." "Wait here." "Thank you." "He says he's never heard of Haytham Querashi." "No Haytham Querashi." "Tell him we've got the cheque stub." "It proves nothing." "There's a million F Qamars in the world." "So why did he run away?" "He thought DI Lynley was Immigration." "He panicked." "His papers have been stolen." "No problem." "We can get duplicates." "Get him a doctor, get him a meal, have his room at the BB searched." "Forget drugs, it's illegal immigrants!" "Break Muneer's alibi." "Let the Winfield girl go." "But I haven't finished with her!" "For heaven's sake!" "Stop wasting time!" "Send her home." "Go on, then." "What did she say?" "She seemed to think you were rather confrontational and uncooperative." "I was not!" "I was extremely..." "You know, her problem is, she can't see further than Muneer." "Are you sure you're reading this right?" "What other way is there?" "It could be an attitude thing." "Are you saying this is my fault?" "No." "No." "I'm saying try taking a step back." "And think." "You did used to have quite a reputation at the Met." "For what?" "For being..." "Come on." "For being what?" "For being difficult to work with." "Oh." "Oh, difficult to work with." "I don't remember being trampled in the stampede to partner you." "My uncle that I didn't even know I had is here!" "Daddy and Uncle Muneer used to play together when they were young." "He's going to take me out on a boat." "Uncle Muneer, this is my friend Barbara." "Well..." "I had no idea you were this intimate with the police." "Daddy, can Barbara come to the pier with us tonight?" "I'm sure Daddy would love to take Barbara to the pier tonight." "So you've been lying to me?" "Come on, Muni." "It's not like that." "Oh, look, we're embarrassing Barbara!" "Why don't we take this outside?" "MUSIC: "Round Round" by the Sugababes" "Look at him!" "He's so sweet." "He's beautiful." "Oh, Daddy, look!" "Hadiyyah, careful!" "Careful!" "So, er, what did you tell your cousin about us?" "The truth." "Not that there is an "us"." "I told him that you were a neighbour, that Essex police asked for your help and that you had no idea that I was involved." "Azhar..." "How come Hadiyyah didn't know that she had an uncle down here?" "That's, er...it's, um, it's a bit hard to explain." "Oi!" "You stinking Paki!" "That's enough!" "Police!" "Go on." "Leave her alone." "Get out of it." "Are you all right?" "Oi, racist cow!" "Leave her alone, police bitch!" "She ain't done nothing to you." "Back off!" "Get out of it!" "What's he sticking up for her for?" "What're you looking at?" "You OK?" "Yeah?" "I'll be back." "Are you OK?" "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." "I don't need rescuing." "Great thank-you speech." "You've got some... ice cream on the side of your nose." "What are you doing?" "You took the key." "You take your English whores to that house?" "They mean nothing to me." "That should have been our house." "You know they mean nothing to me." "Tell me" "I'm the only one you love." "You are the only one I love." "Why do you do it, Muneer?" "I don't know." "They disgust me." "It'll be all right, baby." "Do you think I'm difficult to work with?" "No." "No." "I just think you've got so used to working with me..." "It's tough adapting to someone else's style." "And, OK, you're having a bit of a problem with Emily, but the fact is, she is damn good." "And she didn't get where..." "Hello." "The fisherman." "Do you think fishing line's strong enough for a tripwire?" "The missing gay lover?" "It's a thought." "Here comes the one my money's on." "Mr Hegarty." "Good morning." "It's curious that every time I come here, there you are, slipping out of the gents'." "You told me you'd never met Haytham." "Of course you had." "Right here." "This is where you picked him up, isn't it?" "So why did you lie to me?" "I wasn't lying." "Not to you." "You said..." "Look, I was lying to Gerry." "He doesn't know I..." "Look, I'm with the guy for life, OK?" "It's just all so bloody safe." "I miss the buzz." "If I told you we had your fingerprints all over Haytham's car, what would you say?" "I'd say you're lying." "I've never been fingerprinted." "I'll tell you what, let's live really dangerously." "Come down to the police station with me, get fingerprinted right now, see if they match." "You're so cool." "I bet he's straight, isn't he?" "What a waste!" "I'll tell you what, I'll do you a deal." "OK?" "Where you have been?" "I've done it." "Where do I go?" "When?" "No." "No, I mean, I've signed the contract..." "For the flat." "It's ours." "We'll bring up the baby together." "It was always after dark." "We always arrived separately." "Haytham would come by car and I'd walk." "We had to be so careful." "He was terrified the Maliks would find out he was gay." "Some arranged marriage, eh?" "No, don't get this wrong." "Shala knew he was gay and he knew she was pregnant." "Shala's pregnant?" "That marriage was the answer to both their prayers." "I don't care if she's not seeing anyone, she's seeing me!" "What the hell are you doing to me?" "You won't let me near you, you don't pick up my messages, and then Rachel..." "Why didn't you tell me?" "I didn't know how to." "It's been killing me." "You and Haytham." "You let him sleep with you, but not me, not me." "I'm just the guy who loves you so much, it's driving me crazy." "It was pitch-dark, but I heard his car arrive." "And then I saw him at the top of the steps." "And then it all happened so suddenly, the scream, the thump." "Haytham wasn't the only person you saw there." "No." "There was someone else there." "It was just a black shape at the top of the cliff, crouching over." "Untying the wire?" "Oh, so it was a tripwire, was it?" "I just saw the fall, so I assumed he must have been pushed." "So then you moved the body and ripped the car apart, yeah?" "He'd just been killed, for God's sake, in cold blood." "Yeah, I wanted you lot to know about it." "But you try getting a statement out of me and I'll deny it." "Who else knew that Haytham was gay?" "No-one, I hope." "We both had too much to lose." "I mean, there was this one near miss, but..." "Near miss with whom?" "Oh, this gay bar in Harwich." "I thought it would be safe as houses, but, blow me, there's Muneer." "In a gay bar?" "Driving past." "Three in the morning." "And he saw you?" "He might have done." "Haytham went off his head and insisted I follow him." "Why?" "Search me." "So, anyway, we drove for miles, until we ended up in Thaxton Industrial Estate." "That's where we lost him." "Funny old time to be selling sauces." "I had to finish it." "Oh, Theo, we belong nowhere, and then we'd land up hating each other." "And you're wrong..." "Haytham and I..." "We never..." "This isn't Haytham's baby." "You remember that night he..." "Muneer...caught us in the garden, kissing?" "That night he dragged me back to the house." "Theo, he was so angry, I thought he'd kill me." "He said I was spoilt goods now." "Worse than those girls who throw themselves at him." "Oh, my God!" "And then he cried." "He hung on to me and he cried." "So, Haytham was my last hope." "You told him it was Muneer's baby?" "I had to." "And he was willing to bring the child up as his?" "He had reasons why he, er..." "Yes." "What are you going to do now?" "I don't know!" "DOOR OPENS" "Oh, Theo." "Ah, Mr Malik, there you are." "Dad." "I'm off." "But, Muneer, we've got a sales meeting." "It's business." "It won't take long." "What am I going to do?" "He breaks my heart." "Abbu..." "Oh, thank God, my darling Shala, at least I have you." "Mr Malik." "The reason I came..." "There's a jewellery exhibition in Colchester next week." "I was wondering if you would let me take Shala over to see it?" "On the work front, it is unusually quiet." "A close colleague - that'll be me - causes you to rethink..." "Duck." "OK, slow down." "Let's have a look." "Drive past." "Here he comes." "Excuse me." "Sorry to bother you." "Muneer Malik?" "He has just been here." "You missed him by seconds." "Police." "Are you a business acquaintance of Mr Malik's?" "No." "He bought a rug from me last week." "He was here to pay off the balance." "You import rugs?" "GERMAN ACCENT:" "Rugs, carpets, furniture..." "We are waiting for a shipment." "Blimey!" "Excuse me." "That toilet's blocked." "Yeah, you need to get it fixed." "And your name is...?" "His name is Reuchlein." "Am I right?" "Klaus Reuchlein." "One over-used loo, piles of filthy mattresses." "Illegal immigrants." "Probably smuggled in from Hamburg to Harwich." "In one of these containers, I bet." "Eastern Imports." "Obviously, Muneer is in it up to his eyes." "This is going to make Emily's day." "All it proves is that Muneer's smuggling immigrants, not that he killed Haytham." "It will." "Bring him in." "You're just going to pin this murder on him and twist the facts to prove it." "What is your problem with Muneer?" "Anyone would think that you and he had..." "Toilets." "Now." "What?" "Now!" "What have you heard?" "Nothing." "Em, listen..." "Are people talking?" "No." "Nobody's said anything." "He's a dangerous, arrogant bastard, but if you think I'd twist the facts to nail him, then go and don't come back." "OK." "I'm sorry." "OK." "The reason I know what I know about him..." "You breathe one word of this to anyone, ever, and your career is over, is that clear?" "I won't be long." "It was nothing." "A couple of dates." "I fancied him." "But it was nothing." "Dinner, a couple of dates, that's all." "So, what happened?" "He was using me." "This obsessive thing about that dead Asian boy last year." "Yeah." "He thinks you buried evidence." "No-one cons their way into my bed to try to get a confession out of me." "I did not suppress evidence." "As if I'd be so stupid!" "And then things got nasty." "Seriously nasty." "I was alone with him in a hotel room, Havers, under circumstances I could not exactly advertise." "No-one does that to me." "So..." "Let's see if the illegal immigrants thing sticks." "Bring him in." "Well, if I could just have five minutes with Mr Qamar first..." "I said no." "But if he is one of the illegals that Muneer..." "There's no point." "He doesn't speak English." "Actually..." "You're too late." "That smug know-all's collected him." "What smug...?" "Professor Taymullah?" "Prof Azhar will look after you now." "Thanks for your help." "Let me give you a lift." "Don't look so worried." "You've not done anything wrong, OK?" "What does she want us to do?" "Hang on!" "Drive." "He wanted a better life." "He asked World Transit Tours, Karachi, about immigration." "They said, "No chance."" "Later, he's approached by one of the counter clerks." "The Karachi contact?" "MR QAMAR SPEAKS IN URDU He said he could arrange to get him into England for a fee." "No." "No." "He is lie." "Fee only cover travel." "Not papers." "Pay more for papers." "So they were unloaded from the lorries and forced to work in farms and sweatshops." "All time, hungry." "I work till hands bleed." "So, I run away." "I walk and walk." "And then, car stop." "Kind man give me lift, help me." "This was Haytham?" "Haytham." "He give me money." "He find place to live." "And he promise he find men do this bad thing and stop them." "Can you describe any of these men?" "One, slim, light hair and beard." "One, Pakistani." "Is terrible man." "Take all our wages to pay for resident papers, but no-one ever get papers." "What's wrong?" "It's not just smuggling illegals, it's slave labour." "So, where is he?" "Who?" "Muneer Malik." "Where is he?" "Oh." "Did I, or did I not, tell you to bring him in?" "Yeah." "My car." "Now." "If we've lost him because you have a problem with authority..." "She's just given you the only evidence you've got!" "I gave her an order." "She disobeyed it." "End of story." "OK." "OK." "So, let's think." "The police know about the warehouse and that you were there." "So where did Reuchlein call you from?" "Hamburg." "He's been trying all day." "So, why couldn't he?" "Where were you?" "So, which one was it this time?" "Oh, some girl." "I don't know." "What am I going to do?" "You take your father's boat, you cross to Hamburg, you lie low." "Give me a week and I'll join you." "What will you tell Dad?" "Don't worry." "All hell's going to break loose." "I just have to drop one word in your father's ear." "He won't notice we're gone." "What word?" "It wasn't just kisses in the garden." "Your stupid little sister can't hide it much longer." "Hide what?" "Wake up, Muni!" "She's pregnant." " Muneer Malik." " You've just missed him." "And you are?" "His wife." " Where's he gone?" " Back to work." "Where was Muneer the night Haytham was murdered?" "Muneer?" "Um, he was here with me and the babies." "Uncle Muneer!" "Come with me!" "Come on!" "Which one's yours?" "Obviously forgot to tell the loyal wife he'd already organised an alibi." "Calling all bravo units." "Can I drive it?" "Can I steer?" "Why don't we call your daddy and tell him where you are?" "Barbara!" "He's got her." "Who has?" "Barbara?" "!" "Who's got Hadiyyah?" "Muneer." "Who's Hadiyyah?" "I wish I hadn't left her." "He said if the police try to stop him..." "I could hear some kind of an engine." "What kind of engine?" "A car, a boat?" "Yes?" "Where would he go?" "Hamburg?" "His car's been seen at the marina." "Havers." "I'll get her back, Azhar." "Suppose he's heading for France?" "Hamburg's his best bet." "He's got contacts there." "What's that?" "Where?" "Yeah!" "That's him." "Shut your engine down, Muneer!" "Don't get too close." "Aaargh!" "Emily, what are you doing?" "!" "What the hell..." "Hadiyyah!" "Hang on!" "Here, come on." "Let me..." "Get off!" "Are you trying to kill us?" "You bastard!" "Come here." "Stop it!" "Help!" "Back off!" "Get off!" "Go on, back off!" "Back off or I'll throw her in!" "Get off me!" "I swear I'll throw her in!" "Hang on!" "He's serious, Emily." "Oh, my God!" "Help!" "NO!" "Stop the boat!" "You're sick, Muneer!" "Stop!" "Can you hear me?" "Hadiyyah!" "Hadiyyah!" "Turn back!" "Keep out of this, Havers!" "HE GULPS FOR AIR" "Emily!" "TURN BACK!" "EMILY!" "TURN BACK!" "Sir!" "Help!" "Sir!" "Havers!" "Thank God." "Hadiyyah!" "Sir, I'll take her." "There you go, love." "You swan into my office, push your way onto this case..." "But..." "I thought you said..." "No, it was a lie." "I..." "I came here because of you." "Because I..." "PHONE RINGS Because of me?" "!" "Hello." "You're finished, Havers." "YOU'RE not going to come out of this smelling of roses." "Professor?" "I made a tough decision." "She shot a senior officer." "Because you left her no choice." "A child was drowning." "It's not a tough decision." "It's murder." "Concentrate on the matter in hand." "Malik's alibi." "Apparently..." "Well, it checks out." "A guy at another table and his wife." "They saw him arrive and leave." "Then he can't have killed Haytham." "So..." "DCI Barlow, the consultant will see you now." "No, you stay here." "You're off this case." "Both of you." "Of course I'm sure." "So, for the last time, on the night that Haytham Querashi was murdered, your husband was in this house?" "With me and the boys." "In that case, Mrs Malik," "I'll be blunt." "You're lying." "I'm not lying." "He was here." "He was having dinner in Harwich." "We have witnesses." "Which means you told us that he was with you because you thought he needed an alibi, or in fact, YOU did." "I got the days muddled." "You're right." "Oh." "What kind of wire did you use, Mrs Malik?" "Your sister-in-law's jewellery wire?" "You?" "!" "It was always Haytham, wasn't it?" "From the moment he and Shala got engaged." "Do you not know how much you hurt Muneer?" "So it was you at the hotel." "I went to tell him she loved someone else." "I thought that would get rid of him." "He told me to get my own house in order." "Meaning he'd found out what Muneer and Reuchlein were up to." "All Muni wanted from you was respect." "Every time he tried to be a man, you undermined him." " Do not mention his name again!" " You see?" "Did you know your husband was trafficking in illegal immigrants?" "Not until Haytham told me." "And what, warned you that unless Muneer stopped, he'd go to the police?" "That was our future." "Why should we stop?" "The small matter of the people you exploited." "They got their chance to come to England." "And we were making money." "We NEEDED that money." "To buy our own house, to build our own business, have our own lives." "So Muni could be himself." "Then he wouldn't get so angry." "And he wouldn't need these...women." "So Haytham had to go?" "It was easy." "I followed him, when you were in your beds and Muneer was out with one of his...blondes." "I followed him." "Haytham met that man, his lover, down on the beach." "Same routine every night." "It was obvious what to do." "Stretch the wire across the steps and wait." "If Cliff hadn't been early, you'd have got away with it." "Take a closer look at your daughter." "SHE shamed you, not Muni." "Are you all right, Miss Malik?" "I know about the baby." "I..." "Arrangements have been made." "You can change your mind, you know." "If you'd rather I told your father." "That I'm pregnant by my own brother?" "No." "Please, spare him that." "I know how much this is going to cost you." "I'm sorry." "Thank you." "She's all you have now, isn't she?" "I've made such a mess of my life, Barbara." "Me, too." "How is she?" "They're keeping her in for observation." "But she's fine." "Azhar's staying with her." "Emily?" "She's still in theatre." "She's got third-degree burns." "She needs a skin graft." "Havers, I'm..." "I should have believed you." "I am so sorry." "I should have..." "There's no excuses, sir." "I shot at her." "You know I'll do everything I can." "But..." "Nothing changes the fact, sir." "I shot at her." "End of career." "You saved our lives out there." "That was an amazing thing you did." "I wanted...to kill her." "Do you know, I was so proud of working with her." "She was everything I ever wanted to be." "Sometimes people let you down." "You haven't." "Ever."