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I want you to follow me, son.

..No man may deliver his brother, nor
make agreement unto God for him, for
it cost more to redeem their souls...

'We can't know, can we,

'the hour that God appoints
for our departing this life?

'Only the Lord can know the answer
to that question.

'Have you enjoyed your life?

'There is a question to ask yourself.

'Do you have golden memories?

'Does God bless
the memories you keep?'

Stand clear.

TRAPDOOR CLATTERS

So, let's have no more talk of dying,
hmm?

And, er, let's see you concentrate
on getting out of bed

in the next day or so, hmm?

What's this?

You want me to open it?

Is this for Sunday's plate?

Is...is that what it is?

HE GASPS FOR BREATH

I'll call you later. ..OK, bye.

How much do I owe you, Mel?

It's fine. Sure? Yeah.
My turn tomorrow. OK.

Do we want to go over unsolved sexual
assaults in North London since 1990

and see if there's anything we'd like
to follow up? I wondered how we'd
increase our workload(!) Exactly!

Jordan? ..Detective Superintendent
Boyd is at lunch. Can I help?

..Hold on, he's just come in.

Sir, Tower Hamlets CID.

Tower Hamlets CID.

PHONE RINGS

Boyd.

Harry Newman. He, er,
he passed away during the night,

very peacefully.
I'd seen him in the early evening.

He had been very anxious recently,

although his health seemed fair.

To be afraid of dying
isn't unreasonable.
No, but I didn't say he was.

That wasn't his anxiety, exactly.

You said there was a letter.

Yes, er...

First, he gave me this.

Was he cheating
on the collection plate(?)

The, er, pages were cut
from the Book of Judges.

Thank you.

"Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

"I have committed a number
of unauthorised killings

"and I wish for forgiveness
for all these.

"And for that reason I have made a
list of the people for whose deaths
I have been responsible."

"John Charlesworth.

"Rose Dutton.

"Hugh McBain.

"Deirdrie Scott.

"Beatrice Freeman.

"Paddy Dunn."

"Thomas Pulawski."
The names mean nothing to me.

I can't commit to an investigation
just because a senile old man...

Harry was not senile. Now, I pray
this is all a wild-goose chase,

but we had to call the police
and they said
there was a special unit involved -

the Cold Case Unit.

Could be interesting. A lot
of names. I thought he was ga-ga.

These'll all be pre-computer. Do
priests lie? Legwork. Not usually.

Thank you, sir. Good luck.

Boyd, this is a crime scene.

I thought he died of old age.
No. He was murdered.

Hi. Hiya.

OK. We've got bilateral carotid
pressure points, two thumbs,

possible cause of death,
vagal inhibition.

Most men of his age have
some form of arterial disease,

but it wouldn't take a lot to kill
him. You'll find this interesting.

God. He'd been bitten by a shark?

No, it looks like a knife wound,
quite old.

What's that? Looks to me like
a bullet entry wound. You sure?

Yeah. They're fairly distinctive.

What you been up to, Mr Newman?

Thank you, Frankie. Everyone thought
this was routine natural causes.

You should be able to take
a forensic scientist everywhere.

You could put them in your pocket,
like those clever Swiss knives.

If this letter's true, we're dealing
with the most prolific serial killer
London's seen in years.

What happened to the postmortem?

A duty pathologist'll do it tonight.
If Newman WAS murdered...

This isn't a cold case. Exactly.
Want to hand it over? It's not ours.

I want it!
CID didn't want it. All these names.

They thought they were cold cases.

So you want to say we can't deal
with it? No, all I'm saying is,

if Major Crime can't cope, how can
we? Commitment, mad hours and yoga!

Silly me. Spence, what's the plan?
Death certificates will locate
place of death and cause.

We'll locate victims' residences on
a map then get the local intelligence
guys to go through card records.

Spence...

You make me proud.

My man. Please! Grace, what
about the letter? Well, this use
of language is very unusual. Ah!

"Unauthorised killings".
A lot of killers use euphemisms,

but this is peculiar. Good.

Father Cameron's coming. Mel, warm
the phones. Press? Keep it quiet.

Boyd, can I borrow you?

Look at this. He's had something
grafted over. What d'you think?

It's probably a tattoo.
This looks like a backstreet job.

I'd like to excise it. I'm sure
the pathologist wouldn't mind.

Now, this one IS a tattoo.

It's his blood group.

What kind of a bloke has his
blood group tattooed on his arm?

Peter Lapage died in a house fire
in Kent in December 1964.

The fire was started deliberately.
No arrests were made.

Father Ewan Cameron, please.

One was killed in an arson attack.
Find Newman's birth certificate.

..Thanks. Newman. New...man.
Let's find out who he really is.

Hi. Hi. He'd be
a very unusual serial killer.

What's a usual one?
They're all a bit odd.

Did he have the mental...whatever
to do it? Was he a psycho?

He's too organised. What would you
say about him? Nothing yet,

but "unauthorised killings" suggests
a concept of authorised killings.

Someone who sees the legitimacy
in a certain kind of murder.

Mm-hm.
What sort of person would that be?

Military background of some sort?
That figures.

Or a psycho.

Sir, Mary Waring was found in the
Grand Union Canal in September 1965,

ligature on her neck. The case
was left on file. No arrests.

OK. You'd better keep going.

Newman wasn't making it up, was he?

Would you like tea or coffee?
Tea would be lovely.

Straight through.

At the nursing home, Newman didn't
have visitors as a rule. As a rule?

But a week ago he spent an hour with
Graham Barker... What? Rings a bell?

The glamour of East End gangsters.
How to turn crime into glory.

I hate him.

Phone him. I'd already started...

Tell him you want to meet him. OK.
Trail your coat. What?!

Flirt. He's a hack.

Right.

Harry...was one of my special cases.
What are they?

People who come to the house
after hours.

Sometimes they just want a hot drink,

but with Harry, it went deeper.

He talked about theology,

ethics. What sort of things?

We discussed the, er,
Nuremberg Defence.

When you say you committed crimes,
but you were following orders? Hmm.

Any idea why?

Was he a churchgoer? No. He wasn't
a churchgoer, but he was preoccupied
with making a confession.

Yes. I offered to confess him on
several occasions, but he wouldn't.

But he wanted to know
if a final confession was enough
to atone for his sins.

It was a strange sort of discussion.

Was he VERY concerned about it?
Mm-hm.

I told him it was not for us
to know God's will.

Our mortality walks with us,
hour by hour.

DC Silver told me
that you think Harry was murdered.

It seems so, yes.
Now, why would anyone do that?

Maybe they were after the letter.
But, Harry, did he have any family?

No. As far as I know.
No sign of them.

That dreadful letter.
Is any of it true?

Well, we don't know yet.

I wish I knew something
that could help you.

Dr Foley will ask you some questions
about Mr Newman.

You'll be surprised how much
you know. Here's my card.

Anything comes up, call me. Thanks.

Er...what is it that you do here?

I'm a profiler.
I build psychological pictures
of the people we deal with.

That's unusual work. Mm-hm.

I used to work in a secure unit
in a prison before this.

Ah. I do prison work myself.

Oh. I admire people who do your job,

not giving up on prisoners when
everyone else has given up on them,

even if you don't always get results.
Sometimes we got results.

It can be very rewarding.

Hmm. I didn't realise
we had so much in common.

Did you flirt, Mel? I trailed
my whatsit. He suggested we meet
in The Poor Struggler.

Does that mean he doesn't fancy me?

Now, it that possible?

Ah. The Poor Struggler.

MUSIC: "Mr Writer"
by the Stereophonics

This place used to be notorious.

My round. Mine's a pint
of chardonnay. Greedy!

The Murrell brothers. The licencees?

Not this lot. These are
the old boys. They're all dead.

Bottle of red, please.
Shiraz or Pinot Noir?

Shiraz'll be fine, thank you.

I see you've brought a posse.

This is a set-up, then.
I thought it was a date.

Can't trust anyone, can you?

A few more than you expected,
I'm afraid.

This was supposed to be
off the record.

Interesting venue.
Still with the Murrells.

Karl Junior. That's him over there.

Oh.

Four glasses, please.

What's this about? Do you know
a man called Harry Newman?

Why? Well, do you know a man
called Harry Newman?

I'm a journalist...
And an author, Mr Barker.

This copy's been vandalised.

Don't tell the library.

You didn't bring it for me to sign.

Oh, no, thank you.

I don't have to discuss...

Excuse me.

Were you gonna say "sources"?
I don't have to say anything.

Was Harry Newman a source?
He's an old man in a nursing home.

He calls me because he wants
to get something off his chest.

And now here you are.
Why did Harry Newman call you?

I don't have to tell you anything.

Harry Newman's dead.

D'you have anything to tell us now?

I don't know why he called me.
I never met him before.

You spent an hour with him.
Someone told you that?

What did you talk about?
He was sounding me out.

He wanted to know if he could trust
me. He must've decided he couldn't.
That's all. Pleasure meeting you.

Harold Arthur Newman, born July 1920,
died April 1930.

That's fantastic, Spence. Thank you.

So, Harold Newman was a genuine
person, but he died in 1930.

Our man lifted his name
from a gravestone.

Grace, talk to us
about Newman as a killer.

OK. Harry Newman...
Or whatever your name is.

Serial killers, mass murderers are
a heterogeneous group. In English!

Diverse.
Thank you, Spence. Diverse.

To make sense of a serial killer,
you make sense of the individual
and the context of his actions.

What about the military background?

He could've suffered
from post-traumatic stress disorder
from dangerous military work.

Maybe he was discharged on medical
grounds and couldn't hack society.

Did Cameron confirm any of this?
He said he was a bit of a lost soul,

broken with his past,
carried a lot of mental baggage,

but he was a very strong character
with a great deal of willpower.

Does this help us?
Definitely.

Also, Newman had this in
his newspaper archives - a piece by
Barker, published three weeks ago.

You think Newman contacted him
after he read this? It's possible.

It's about the East End,
the Murrells, police corruption.

He didn't take to us. That's what
you get for trailing your coat!

So, we've established
that four of our alleged victims

have met with violent deaths.

Four...and counting.

Hmm.

Douglas Harrison.

There was a Douglas Harrison subject
to a coroner's inquest in Finchley,
1976.

Verdict - accidental death.

They're sending over the files.

May the 10th, 1976, by any chance?
What?

Newman's old newspaper collection.

Death announcements missing,
accident reports missing,

coroner inquest reports missing.

No, this isn't the moment.
I've got a big case on.

I'll phone you when I'm not so busy.
Bye.

He kept a scrapbook, or else
he had a fetish for eliminating news
reports on his victims. Go home.

Both of you. This IS home! Hah!

What, are you losing interest
in serial killers, or something?

What? Wednesday's Guardian. It has
all the social service jobs in it.

Ah. Someone phoned me. There's a new
unit. Severe personality disorders.

Ah. So we're back to the idea
of a nice, cosy job at Broadmoor.

And what's so attractive about it?

BOTH: Job security.

Are you serious?

Sometimes. I was trained in therapy.

I'm not sure that I have a way
with the dead like you lot.

You're fantastic with dead people!
Never had any complaints.

Don't leave without giving me
personal advanced warning. OK.

Now, go home. They'll still be dead
in the morning!

Night, Spence! Night.

Why are you still here? Grace says
we should go home. What about you?

Still waiting for that pathologist.

Poor you. The only thing I hate more
than a postmortem is a postmortem
at night in an empty building.

Thanks, Spence(!)
Maybe you should take Grace's advice.

Buy you a drink? Yeah, lovely.
Night. See you in the morning.

Yeah, great(!)
In the morning.

THUMPING

Who is it?
Who's there?

There's nothing for you here.

If you need someone to talk to,
that's quite another matter.

God forgive you.

HE GROANS

Father Cameron?

Father Cameron?

Hi, Frankie. ..Can Dr Walken
examine the body first? Sure.

Let's go, Frankie.

You were right, Boyd. Heart attack.

No sign of assault. Sudden stress
of discovering the burglary.

Or seeing the burglar. Whatever.

You'd better get back in there
and check for prints. What, now?!

Yeah.

Hi. He wore gloves.

What? He wore gloves.

Thanks. Let's go to bed.

Postmortem report at nine.

I'm looking forward to it.

Morning. Did you get any sleep?

I slept with him.
What did you find out?

Cause of death WAS vagal inhibition.

Bullet entry wound
WAS a bullet entry wound,

and it looks like why the spleen
had been removed, so he had medical
attention at the time, or later on.

Remember the oxygen bottle
next to his bed? Yeah. Emphysema.

Near asbestosis. Asbestos bodies
and fibrosis throughout the lungs.

Telling us what? In conjunction
with the tattoo - look at this.

If you remove
the top 5mm of epidermis, you stand
a better chance of getting an image.

It's a naval crest.
Yeah. And?

Confined spaces. Naval engineers were
prone to asbestosis and emphysema.

If he wasn't an engineer,
he was probably a submariner.

Wow.

I dunno why we bother.
What d'you mean "we"?

Ordinary policemen? Exactly.

The other tattoo was his blood group.

Is that another naval tradition?
Actually, no, it's very unusual.

By very unusual, you mean
YOU'VE never seen it before.

Are you done?
Just gotta do a dental chart.

I want him returned
to the nursing home. Why?

I want the undertakers to sort out
a funeral. That's a bit quick.

As Newman, he had no friends. I want
to see who knew him as someone else.

So his name wasn't Newman? See?
We ordinary policemen have our uses.

Well, when he's gone,
you can have a lie down(!)

Thank you.

Bye. The coroner agrees to a funeral,
so long as there's no cremation.

Tell the nursing home we're sending
Newman back for collection.

Tell them to make no mention
of his little detour. Morning.

Morning. You look rough. Morning.

(Have you forgotten? What? Oh!)

Grace, can I borrow you a second?
Yup.

Happy birthday!
Oh!

Happy birthday, Grace.

Here's your card. Thanks, Spence.

And here's your present.

Oh, Spence, thank you.

Good heavens.
What's that?

It copies things. Relax.
It doesn't do... Anything else? No.

You'll get mine later
when it's chilled.

Happy birthday, Grace. Thank you.

Gosh. Didn't know I cared, did you?

D'you want a kiss? No.

Don't spoil my birthday.

Ooh, wow. That's fantastic.
It'll make you smell nice.

Not that you don't.
That's really lovely.

Best till last, eh?

You shouldn't have done, you know?

I'm glad you did. Yeah.

That's beautiful.
Beautiful. Beautifully wrapped.

Where did you get it? That shop.
I've got to go.

Yeah, yeah. Gorgeous.

ALL SPEAK AT ONCE

All right. All right! The
shopping channel is closing down.

Let's flip over to the news.
What news?

Father Cameron was burgled and died
last night - a heart attack.

What, that nice priest is dead?!

Yes, Grace.
The nice priest is dead.

That's awful. We think Newman
has a naval service record,

so we need to trace that.

OK. He was probably a submariner
or engineer. We've got no name.

Someone who was wounded in service.
He had knife and bullet wounds,

which he could've got after, but...

He might show up as a headbanger.
A rocker?!

Crazy guy. I can help some more.

We've got a rounded crest
with wings on it.

And under the HMS
there are five letters.

That'll narrow it down.

What?

Nothing.

Anyway, I must get on.
I've got dentures in the microwave.

Good for you, Frankie.
Thanks, everyone, for my presents.

Are you OK? Yeah, fine. Wide awake.

Ministry of Defence referred us
to the record centre in Hayes.

The Imperial War Museum sent these.

HMS Drake - B class submarine
decommissioned in 1946.

Tell Frankie she's got a result.
One victim, Beatrice May Freeman,

still has a relative at the same
address. Could be a widower or son.

Maycroft Square, Islington.
OK. Let's go.

I don't understand
what this is about. I'm sorry, sir.
I realise it is an intrusion.

Our job is to investigate
unsolved crimes.

We need to speak to you
about the death of your wife.

The death of my wife?!

But that was 30 years ago.

I understand that, but...

May I...? Yes. Thank you.

Do you remember the circumstances
of her death?

For heaven's sake, this is
extraordinary. I realise that. We'll
try to keep it as brief as possible.

My wife took her own life while the
balance of her mind was disturbed.

I'm really sorry to...bring this up.

I know it's completely unexpected.

As I said at the time,
I didn't believe a word of it.

My wife had...no reason
to take her own life.

We were happily married for 24 years.

She was a school teacher.
We had three children.

As I said to the coroner,
"You never knew her. I knew her."

How did it actually happen?

She went missing from the house
one night.

They found her body at Greenwich.

They said she'd jumped from a bridge.

Are you trying to tell me
that they've found something new,
after all this time?

We haven't come here
with any specific information.

Well, if...if my wife
DIDN'T take her own life,

are you telling me that someone...?

We're at a very early stage
in our investigation, sir.

Don't think that I haven't thought
about it every day since it happened.

Mr Freeman, there's one question
I want to ask you. Ask anything.

Did your wife ever serve on a jury?

Yes.

D'you remember
what sort of case it was?

Yes, of course I do.
The Miller's Wharf trial.

Charlie Sutton. Yes. Charles Sutton.

Tell me who you're looking for.

We think he may have served
on a submarine, the Drake.

Submariners - that narrows it down
a lot. Oh, good.

He could've been one of two things -

discharged after a gross breach
of discipline...

Or? Or he could've joined
a covert unit.

He'd have exceptional combat skills
and no inhibitions whatsoever.

OK. Well,
let's start with the Drake. OK.

Several men here were transferred
from submarine service to Gosport.

What's at Gosport?
Marine commando training.

Who's Charlie Sutton
and what's Miller's Wharf? You're
far too young to know, Spence.

These files, they're 50 years old
and they're classified.

D'you want a hand? Yes, thank you.

Look, er, I never let you in the
room, OK? It's strictly eyes only.

Be as quick as you can.
Thanks.

Miller's Wharf.
Used to be a warehouse on this site.

In 1963, there was a double murder.

Charlie Sutton and his brother Frank
were a rival firm to the Murrells.

Remember the pub? Not enough room
for two firms, eh? Things got ugly.

Charlie killed a couple of policemen
here. He was one of the last men
to be hanged in Britain.

You think Newman's victims were the
jurors on his trial? Looks like it.

Is Frank Sutton still alive? No.

You know, they used to hang
murderers on gibbets they erected
at the scene of their crimes?

No, and, er, thanks for sharing that.

This is him.

Peter Alan Harper. It's amazing
that this sort of stuff went on.

We'll never remember it all.

We don't have to.

Good old Spence.
He has his uses, then.

And copy it, like so.

You think Newman read Barker's book?
No, the newspaper article.

It mentions a campaign to get
Charlie Sutton a posthumous pardon.

If Charlie had changed his plea,
he'd have have escaped the gallows.

So Newman murders the jury
because they convicted Charlie? Yeah.

You drive.
Hell of a thought, isn't it?

His real name is Peter Alan Parker.

He joined a commando unit.
His records are still classified.

When did he leave the army?
Not till 1957.

In 1945,
he had a special assignment.

He joined a covert unit that
liquidated fugitive war criminals.

The Allies didn't want
hundreds of war-crimes trials.

They wanted the Germans
to focus on the future.
So they just eliminated Nazis? Hmm.

Yup. Concentration-camp stuff -
SS who murdered prisoners of war.

What Harper was implying
when he said "authorised killings".

So we're right about Harper? Hmm.

Father Cameron said
that Harper talked about
the "just taking orders" defence.

Nuremberg Defence. Perhaps Harper
meant he was just following orders.

If he suffered post-traumatic
stress, or even if he didn't, his
moral universe would be disordered.

Leading him to work as an assassin.

If he felt alienated from the army
and the country he served,

perhaps felt unrecognised
and...why not?

I don't think he was killing out
of passion or on his own account.

He was just following orders.
Just following orders.

The army gave him a sense of duty,
so he never talked about this work.

It would've gone against
his self-esteem.

But the conflict
between duty and conscience
can create immense tension.

So who hired Peter Alan Harper
to kill these people?

It'd take a monumental ego to have
a jury murdered out of revenge,

since a jury is only an anonymous
instrument of concensus.

To take its verdict personally would
suggest a huge measure of paranoia.

The perpetrator would have to be
capable of enormous violence.

Many criminals have monumental egos.

Yeah. Criminals who set up gangs
and firms.

Yeah. Charles Sutton
had his brother in the firm.

Frank.

Sometimes brothers will do anything
for each other.

Let's get Barker in, talk to him
again. No red wine this time.

Off the record.
You wouldn't be, er...?

Off the record. Good.

So the Sutton family believe
that Charlie got no justice.
It's understandable, isn't it?

How?

He was supposed to have shot two
police officers at Miller's Wharf.

What was Sutton's defence?

That he was set up. That
the police were armed, he wasn't.
They intended to kill him.

Whoever did the shooting
in Charlie's defence, it wasn't him,

but the jury didn't believe it.
They believed police witnesses.

A Flying Squad team,
supposedly staking out the Wharf,

who said they saw Charlie
with a gun in his fist.

They said they saw Charlie
shoot first.

Tell me what you know
about Frank Sutton.

Frank Sutton's dead. When did he die?

1976. Under what circumstance?

House fire.
Some people thought it was arson,

but the police weren't interested.

You don't think much of the police,
do you?

Maybe I don't simply assume that
everything a policeman says is a fact

and everyone who disagrees
is a lying criminal.

Have you told me everything about
your contact with Harry Newman?

I didn't know he'd been murdered.

What would you have told me then?
He asked me questions.

About? The Miller's Wharf case.
In particular?

He wanted to know if there was
any interest in the case any more.

Why did you stir this stuff up
after all these years?

Gangsters are always in fashion.

The eternal fascination
with the cult of violence.

Americans have gunslingers, cowboys.

We have gangsters. You think
gangsters are mythic heroes? No.

That's not what I think.
I'm interested in the reality.

The reality behind the myth?
Which is what, exactly?

The Met were under political orders
to make sure the Mafia never got
a toe-hold in Britain.

History as conspiracy or cock-up.
For you, conspiracy. My theory...

The Barker Theory of History(!)
It's both.
A conspiracy to conceal a cock-up.

I believe that certain officers used
the Murrells to frighten other firms,

but the Suttons wouldn't go along
and they knew things that the police
didn't want them to. Your evidence?

IF I have evidence, this really
wouldn't be the place to share it.

Of course not, cos you'd put it into
a book, or a big newspaper article.

Don't make the same mistake as Harry
Newman. He held on to evidence too
long. I assume that's not a threat.

I'm sorry?

If you're prepared to be realistic,
we could co-operate.

Meaning?

The press haven't got this yet, so
you're sitting on it for some reason.

I'd agree to any embargo on Newman's
murder if you share information.

In exchange, I can put you in touch
with people who knew what was going
on in the early '60s. Tempting offer.

Off the record,
until you say otherwise.

That's if anything in here
can be off the record.

I'll co-operate with you.

If you withhold information relevant
to a murder inquiry, I'll arrest you
for obstruction of justice.

That's what I call a threat,
by the way.

There's a retired DCI in the Flying
Squad who arrested Charlie Sutton.

Malcolm Finlay? Detective
Superintendent Boyd. DC Silver.

I'm sorry to invade you at home. No,
that's all right. Come in. Thank you.

I run a unit that was set up...

Yes, the Cold Case Unit.
That's right.

I've heard all about it...and you.
Good things, I hope.

As if the Met can't find enough
to do.

When did you retire, sir?
Er...I got out in '86.

So, what's this about? Some cold
case, I presume. Miller's Wharf.

That's more then a cold case.
That's before you were born.
Unfortunately, not quite.

What on earth
makes anyone interested in it?

Have you any idea about a series of
incidents that affected the jurors?

In the Miller's Wharf case? Yes.
We received information and looked
into a sequence of violent deaths.

I think someone's pulling your leg.

None of the cases were investigated.

You've come to see me about this? No,
about the Suttons and the Murrells.

That was a very long time ago.
You arrested the Suttons.

Charlie Sutton. I never nicked Frank.

You cleaned up quite a scene there.

Tin-pot thugs passing themselves off
as gangsters.

Frank Sutton - what sort of a man
was he? He was a hard case,

like his brother. Psychopathic?

I'm sorry, but they didn't train us
in long words in my day,

but if you're asking if the Suttons
were murderous career criminals,

the answer would be yes.

I didn't offer you one, by the way.
That's OK.

Could Frank have organised
the systematic murder of a jury
out of revenge?

Why was this not looked into then?
Whoever did this was very clever.

The coroner wasn't led to believe
these deaths were connected.

So he fooled the force
in all of these incidents?

It appears so, yes. So you're saying
Frank Sutton was as clever as this?

Huh. Come and have a seat.

We think Frank may have commissioned
a professional killer.

Well, yeah, that's more like it.
Who was this professional killer?

Peter Harper,
also known as Harry Newman.

No. No, means nothing.

So, this is what you do, is it?
Cold cases.

I don't envy you. You must have
pissed someone off very badly.

Right. Yeah, well, actually,
this is a live murder inquiry.

Peter Harper was found murdered
yesterday. But Frank Sutton is dead,
if he's a suspect.

But you must've built up a file
of his associates.

So you're looking for some friend
or associate of Frank Sutton
25 years after he died?!

Frank Sutton had no friends.
He was hated and feared.

When we took Charlie down, it was
just Frank and their old mother.

Frank was lost without his older
brother. Charlie was the brains,

such as they had between them.

So, you can't help us at all, then?

I didn't say that.
It's all so long ago, but...

when I left, I was gonna do a book,
but found out I wasn't the book sort.

But I kept a few copies of things,
you know. I'll have a look through,

see if anything or anyone
comes to mind.

Grace! Yeah? Where's
the Harper report? It's coming.

(What's she doing tonight?
I don't know.)

Fantastic.

(One, two, three...)

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday, dear Grace

♪ Happy birthday to you! ♪

I'd like to propose a toast
to Grace.

Aw! To Grace! Happy birthday.

Without whom, this team... What can
I say? ..would be less of a team.

Speech! Speech!

All right, then!
Oh, no!

It has always been...
Will it be a long speech(?)

..the unusual and unpredictable...
No long words, either(!)

..and in coming to work
with this team,

I can safely say that
I have fulfilled all my ambitions.

CHEERING

And the work isn't bad, either!
Boom-boom!

We've all been talking,
as we do occasionally,

and we have decided that we're not
having you sent back to Broadmoor.

Oh, I miss Broadmoor.
Funny that, eh?

We'd miss you. We'll lock you in
your office, then we'll all be happy.

Aw, Spence! You big softie.

Cheers, Grace.
ALL: Cheers! Thank you.

SHE HUMS "Happy Birthday"

Oh, my God! Get off me!

Get off me!

Ow!