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The band were bloody awful.

I thought they were all right.

The drummer had a nice arse.

How do you know? He was sitting down.

Weren't they famous in about '76?

Don't ask me.

I know even less about that kind
of stuff than Oleg. Hey, screw you.

I am encyclopaedia on the popular
music. Really?

Elvis, The Beatles, The Stones.

♪ Kalinka, Kalinka, Kalinka, moya!

♪ V sadu yagoda malinka, malinka
moya! ♪

So who called it in? Westminster
City Council maintenance crew.

The body was found under a wall
that collapsed around '83, '84,

so 28 years ago, minimum.

Right, so it's cold enough for us,
then?

Have you got any spares?

Of these? Yeah.
Might be a bit tight.

Normally I'd say fashion before
comfort but, in this instance...

The bricks effectively entombed
him, preserving his clothing.

As you can see,
he had his hands tied together.

We're in the antechamber
of the subterranean River Stroud

which starts at Hampstead Heath,
comes up for air in Hyde Park,

and flows to the Thames
at Westminster Bridge.
What about access?

Dozens of manholes along the way,

this one being the closest.

Why did they wait 27 years
to fix the wall?

Taxpayers aren't marching against
Parliament over the state of our
underground rivers.

Somebody at the Treasury complained
of subsidence and suddenly
the money was found.

He was a pacifist.

Poor sod.
You're telling me.

Had his kneecaps smashed.

Jesus!
We're under the Houses of Parliament

and this fellow's wearing anti-war
badges and has been kneecapped!

Well,
that's enough to make you paranoid.

A reduction in the billowing of the
auricular surface of the ilium

and the phase of the pubic symphysis

suggests that he was in his late
twenties.

Healed bone damage here and here

suggests that he'd been shot twice
and patched up pretty well.

So, not the cause of death?
No.

Sharp force trauma across the
surface of the cortex here and
punctures to the ribs here...

..and here
suggest a sharp-bladed implement.

So, there'd have been a lot of blood?

Yeah, there would have been,
which is interesting

because there was a lot of blood
on his clothing I found

but not on the bricks that encased
him or the ground underneath.

So it was just a deposition site?
It looks that way.

Why risk smuggling a dead body
down there?

Especially in Parliament Square,
with all that security.

Maybe it was dumped upstream

and the river carried it
to Westminster?

Except that there are grilles
every 400 yards

so it would have been pressed up
against one of them.

Are there any other
entrances less exposed,

apart from the one we used?
The nearest one is Victoria Station,
but then it would have been

very indiscreet to drop a bloody
corpse down a manhole.

Tying up a man and kneecapping him
feels methodical

whereas stabbing him
repeatedly does not.

What about DNA?

I should have a result by now,
even if it's no result.
PHONE RINGS

Boyd. 'Jane Hussey, MI5. I'll
be at your office in 10 minutes.

'Sorry about the short notice.'
Yeah, but...

The forensic person ran a DNA search
and scored a direct hit.

And, also, I'm guessing,
a security flag?

The body was that of Piers Kennedy,

a decorated Falklands veteran who
disappeared 28 years ago.

Yeah, I know who Piers Kennedy is,
or was. Please, Jane.

Two things about this
are noteworthy.

One, the conspiracy theories
that say MI5 did Piers Kennedy in

are absolute bollocks.

And two, and this is the tricky bit,
the circumstances

of his death may pertain to
an incident of national security.

Piers Kennedy was not killed by MI5,

but his death may pertain
to an issue of national security.

You don't have to be Oliver Stone
to find those two statements
mutually hilarious.

I can't tell you what
this incident was,

but the government
dealt with it covertly because...
You mean they hushed it up?

They believed
the ensuing panic would

undermine the fabric of the nation.

Now what I've told you...
What have you told me, Jane?

..you must not share with your team,
particularly Dr Grace Foley.

HE LAUGHS
Why? Why not Grace Foley?

Because, in the '80s, she was
in the peace movement,

involved to such an extent
that she was placed on
a government watch list.

Maybe that says more about Margaret
Thatcher than Grace Foley. Spare me
the fashionable liberal revisionism.

It was a different time, Boyd.

The Russians had ICBMs trained
on our cities and the KGB

had infiltrated the highest echelons
of our intelligence service.

Were you part of that cover-up, Jane?

I want to hear from you the second
you find anything that could

possibly, maybe, vaguely be outside
the purview of a policeman.

Oh, and don't go forgetting you've
signed the Official Secrets Act.

That's... Piers Kennedy. Yeah.
Currently residing in your lab.

How did you manage to get a hit
on him?

How do you think?
I mean, how else? DNA.

Eve's search raised a security flag

and MI5 told you
as little as possible?

Yeah, more or less.

Piers Kennedy, decorated soldier,

leading light of the Young
Conservatives, change of heart
after the Falklands.

Renounced violence, joined
the Campaign Against Nuclear Weapons,

the second largest anti-nuclear group
outside of CND.

In October '83 he made a stirring
speech against the deployment

of cruise missiles and two weeks
later vanished.

I think I should declare
an interest. I was an activist
in the '80s.

I was at that rally in Hyde Park,
heard his speech.

Well, actually we were boxed in
under Marble Arch.

SHOUTING

..because the filth wouldn't let
the rest of us into the park.

So what if you were there?
What's so special about that?

I mean, thousands of people
were there, Grace.

NEWSREADER: 'Thousands of people
crowd into London's Hyde Park

'for one of Britain's biggest ever
anti-nuclear demonstrations.'

'Our next speaker knows
all about war.

'An ex-captain in the Marines,
it's Piers Kennedy!'
CHEERING

'Listen, it's just common bloody
sense that we resist the decision

'to site American nuclear missiles
in the UK.

'I mean, do the Yanks
think we're mugs?

'If there's a limited nuclear war
Western Europe will be annihilated.

'America must not be allowed
to use Britain

'as her unsinkable aircraft-carrier.'

The enquiry into his disappearance
focused on the jealousy angle.

To the widespread
ridicule of the left,

who were convinced
that MI5 had offed him.

So Piers Kennedy was having
an affair with Bonnie Yorke,

long-term partner
of Ralph Palmer,

the founder of the
Campaign Against Nuclear Weapons.

Bonnie gave birth to Piers's child
after he vanished, a little girl.

And at the time of his disappearance,
the CANW membership was well over
100,000 people.

Actually, it was well over
150,000 people.

Over 150,000.

And it wasn't just about left
and right.

The Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament
transcended that,

and Piers Kennedy transcended that.

And a lot of sane
and rational people

think that MI5 did murder him. Why?

Because he was single-handedly
turning Middle England
against the bomb.

They held Ralph Palmer to the wire,
trying to get a confession,

but they didn't.
They had to let him go.

So you knew him, then?
A little, yeah.

Ralph?

'And Bonnie.'

Dig out what you can,
Spence, about Ralph Palmer, will you?

There's nothing to find out.

Well, the original investigation
wasn't completely stupid.

They did investigate Lucy Christie,
who was Piers Kennedy's ex-fiancee

and the daughter of the then junior
defence minister, John Christie.

Lucy Christie, Tory MP? Yeah.

She followed her father
and grandfather up the slippery pole.

They sweated Ralph Palmer for days.

I bet Lucy never saw the inside
of a police station.

Two weeks ago,
Korean Airlines Flight 007

was shot down by Soviet interceptors
over the Sea of Japan.

'What on earth is moral or
ethical about surrendering

'to a regime which slaughters
children and calls it
national security?'

You should know that I hadn't
seen Piers for over a year
before he disappeared.

Yeah, I did know. It's in the file.

So, how do you think I can help?

You must be feeling very strange.

You worked here all these years,
just a few hundred yards
from where we found him.

It's horrible.

You can help me
by telling me a bit about how
your relationship with Piers ended.

Well, the Piers I knew and loved
died in the Falklands.

The Piers who came home,
he was a hero, a good man,

but he was...
He was a very different man.

In what sense?

Well, I think it actually started

when one of his bullet wounds became
infected in the military hospital.

In the end, the infection
took longer to heal than
the original trauma.

So, what, he felt angry, resentful?
Mmm, I think he did.

After he was discharged,
we travelled round the States for
a bit, but he was very distant,

constantly questioning
the validity of the Falklands War.

Eventually, we agreed to cut
our trip short, and he dumped me

in the departure lounge
of Portland Airport.

Portland, Oregon? Portland, Maine.

Maine, OK. That was in 1982?

The end of.

So, you're saying that his
conversion to pacifism came about

as a result of his treatment
in that army hospital?

No, what I'm saying was,
that's how it started.

Who he became after they got their
claws into him, I can't say.
They? Or she?

I mean she.

Bonnie.

That was the police.

They've found Piers.

Or rather, they've found his body.

Do you need a moment?

No, I'm fine.

When I was fighting
in the Falklands...
AGGRESSIVE SHOUTING

..I saw first hand
the senselessness of Britain

hanging onto its colonial fantasies.

And on the subject of the Falklands,
where the bloody hell
were the Americans then?!

I'll tell you - nowhere to be seen.

They didn't let us refuel
our bloody ships, yet they want us

to be their human shield,
and they want us to like it.

'The march in London is part of
a weekend of anti-nuclear...'

Phones are ringing off the hook.

Donations, interview requests,
TV spots - it's all you.

Come on. Team effort.

You reach the people we can't.

You show them that speaking out
against the bomb is just logical
and reasonable.

It doesn't make you
some cottage cheese-eating freak.

I've actually always been rather
partial to a bit of cottage cheese!

Oh, stop being so bloody modest!
It doesn't suit you.

Better go and greet the troops.

Oh! They're not the bloody troops!

This is what was used
to tie his hands together.

At first, I thought it was something
straightforward like a granny knot,

but it's actually
more complicated than that.

It's for maritime use,
and it's called a handcuff knot.

So, the killer might have a naval or
fishing background? Mmm, possibly.

Are you OK, Grace? Yeah, fine.

PIERS: 'If there's a nuclear war,
Western Europe will be annihilated.

'America must not be
allowed to use Britain
as its unsinkable aircraft carrier.'

'..our ships, yet they want us
to be their human shield,

'and they want us to like it!'

CHEERING

That was Piers Kennedy!
Yeah, we know.

I served with him in the Falklands.
Royal Marines.

And now you're marching for peace?
It's all Piers.

Lots of veterans here today
cos of him. Really?

He's persuasive.
Good with words. Not like me.

I don't know,
you're doing all right. Sorry?

What's your name? Murray. Grace.

What are you doing later, Grace?

Do you think...they have
English newspapers out there?

They're sure to have the internet.
Right. I should call Jackie.

I've done it. What?!

Like you said, I didn't want her
to stumble on it and get a shock.

No, no, I mean, why did you? Why
not? She's my daughter, isn't she?

In all but flesh.

How...?

How did she take it?

She said she felt numb. Still,
she's got plenty to distract her.

They're reopening
the orphanage next week. Right.

Ralph, you should've let me
tell her. You know you should.

Hi. Hi.

I want you to draw up a...
You know, when they're dead.

Posthumous profile?

Yeah, I want to know why
Piers Kennedy swapped guns for peace.

What? Lucy Christie didn't shed
any light on it, then?

Well, yes and no.

So you were a bit of a firebrand,
back in the day? Not exactly.

I wrote a few articles,
made a few speeches,

but that's all it took
to get on Maggie's shit list.

So, how did you vote in '83?
Conservative. Oh.

Come on, everybody did.
Either that or Michael Foot.

What was wrong with Michael Foot?

Decent, principled,
intelligent, definitely.

But prime minister? Absolutely not.

So it's just about the
leadership, then? No, not just.
I wasn't up for

unilateral disarmament. The notion
of, "We'll give up ours in the hope
that they'll give up theirs."

I just thought that was
well-intentioned but...misguided.

Spoken like a politician.

No, spoken like a friend who
doesn't want to start a ruck.

And for your information,
MI5 think I'm a fashionable
liberal revisionist.

Grace, do you know anything about

Piers Kennedy owning
a Russian hunting dog?

What?!

I found dried blood and hairs in
the treads of Piers Kennedy's shoes.

The blood is his, the hairs are not.
They're dog hairs.

I ran the mitochondrial DNA through
the genetic sequence database and -
thanks - came back with this.

They're shed from a laika. It's
a hunting dog, indigenous to Siberia.

Since when have dogs been
on the GenBank? Since last year.

A very thoughtful geneticist.

There are only three laika
breeders in the UK,

notably John and Susan Christie,
trading since 1978.

I checked Who's Who,
and Lucy's father, Lord Christie,

lists his hobbies as
skiing, dog breeding,
and his old lady's called...

Susan! Since he lost
his seat in '97,

Lord Christie's been a non-executive
director of Lucas Hoyt,

a US defence company
with HQs in London.

They're the guys rebooting
Trident, right?

The biggest contract MoD
have awarded this century.

OK, so what are we saying?
Is he a suspect?

He may have had contact with Piers,
and if so, was it friendly?

He won't fall for the little chat
routine. He's going to rock up
here with a legal team.

Not necessarily,
I know the type. Afford them
the arse-kissing deference

they expect as their birthright
and they roll over
and tell you everything.

When HMS Ardent sunk,
me and Piers had to dive down

and get our ack-acks back.

Only, when we got down there,
we found a bunch of Argies
had the same idea.

Cheeky bastards! One was up for
a scrap, I had to knock him out
on the side of the hull.

Are you sure
you're a pacifist, Murray?!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Murray. Piers.

And you are? Grace.

Can I borrow this reprobate
for a moment, Grace? Yeah.

Ralph, I...

This way.

We're establishing a timeline
of Piers Kennedy's last days,

and trace evidence suggests
he came into contact with a dog -

a laika -
shortly before he was killed.

You came to me because I breed
laikas?

Because you bought two of them
from Siberia six months
before Piers went missing.

A dog and a bitch.

Conscientiously, you declared
an import from the USSR in the
Register of Member's Interests,

even though the purchase
was made in your wife's name.

Well, that's some
impressive digging.

If I had something to hide,
I'd be worried.

Well, worried is the last thing that
we want you to be, Lord Christie.

It's just that we have to be
seen to be dotting the Is

with all these Piers Kennedy
conspiracy nuts watching.

I'm not sure I grasp
your implication.

We're aware of the negotiations
between Lucas Hoyt

and the Ministry of Defence
relating to Trident.

As a non-executive,
I have zero role in those talks.

I'm just glad they had me.
Yeah, me too.

Last thing we want to do is
rock the boat.

Are you saying this conversation is
off the record?

That's exactly what I'm saying.

What is it you want to know?

Maybe you're right. I mean, who
am I kidding with this peace lark?

I was only joking, Murray.

Last night, this prick pushes
in front of us in the pub,

and before I know it,
I've laid him out.

I'm sorry. It's OK.

No, I want to. I definitely want to.

I really like you, Grace.

Let's... Let's meet up
in a week or so.

A lot can happen to a girl
in a week or so.

Did you see Piers Kennedy in the days
before he disappeared? Why would I?

He'd betrayed my trust,
broken my daughter's heart.

Broken my heart, if I'm honest.

With respect,

those are all the reasons
why you would want to see him.

To let him know how you felt.
He knew very well how I felt.

Can you explain the laika hairs?

The bitch and the hound didn't mate,
they just fought,

so I had to split 'em up.

And then...

You gave one away
and kept the other.

Who did you give it to?

I forget. You gave it
to your daughter.

You gave it to Lucy cos she needed
the company. All a long time ago.

Lucy's flat in Victoria is minutes
from where we found Piers.

Did you give her the laika or not?

What happened to dotting the Is?

If we're going to kick this into
touch, I need to know everything.

Kick what into touch?
Piers was in Lucy's flat. So what?

Nothing, except she's on record
as saying she hadn't seen
Piers Kennedy for a year.

Not since Portland, Maine.

Are we still off the record?
Or were you just softening me up?

PIERS: 'When I was fighting in the
Falklands, I saw first-hand

'the senselessness of Britain
hanging onto its colonial fantasy...'
SHOUTING

I think it's Russian.

And if we clear it up a bit,
we can make out what he's saying.

He's just a heckler. He's not.
Look at Piers's face.

As soon as the guy says
something, he's thrown.

Why would a confident speaker
playing to a home crowd

be thrown by a mere heckler?

I think they know each other. Do we
know if Piers spoke Russian? He
got a first in Slavic studies.

OK. I'm going to filter out

the background noise and rumble...

Pinch the bandwidth...

THE HECKLING BECOMES CLEARER

SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN:
'Predatel'! Predatel'!'

'Predatel' vashikh druzei, predatel'
vashei strany, predatel' demokratii!'

He came to tell me she was pregnant.
He thought he was being kind.

Didn't want me to hear it
from someone else.

But you didn't want to hear it,
full stop?

The way he saw it,
he was putting me out of my misery.

I had been a bit of a bunny boiler.

Calls, letters, tears,
terrible DIY poetry.

I think he was heartily sick of me.

Brave, then,
to tell you to your face.

I asked him why he didn't just call,
and he said he...

He wanted to make sure
I got the message.

Wow, that's pretty brutal. Cue a bout
of very undignified pleading,

me asking what she had
that I didn't,

which got me precisely nowhere.

Then, just as he was leaving,
my brother walked in.

DOOR OPENS

What are you doing here?
What have you said?

What have you done to her now?
Goodbye, Lucy.

Step aside, Hugo.
Who am I talking to now?

Captain Piers, or commie faggot
Piers? I'm confused.

So your brother walked
into your flat just at that moment?

Yes, he always used to crash at mine
when he was in London.

You kept quiet to
protect your brother?

Yes, well, I'd had a lot of practice
at that. Expand, please.

Well, Hugo was expelled
from seven schools.

He only got into Cambridge
because of his rugby.

I knew he hadn't killed Piers,

but his reputation as a hothead
would make him a good suspect.

How did your brother die?
He drowned in the Lake District.

He was into a thing called
free-diving. No oxygen, no gear.
Just you and the water.

His body wasn't discovered
for weeks.

Let's assume that we believe you
and that Piers left the flat alive.

It doesn't mean to say that your
brother couldn't have killed
him later.

Quite the opposite.
Now he had motive to spare.

Piers and I were together for years.

He was more like a big brother
to Hugo.

Yeah, but Piers wasn't Piers
any more, was he?

Piers was now the "commie-loving
faggot" Piers.

DOOR OPENS

There's a possibility the heckler
knew Piers, and if he knew Piers,
there's a chance he knew her.

Allow me to translate.
"Traitor, traitor, traitor.

"Traitor to your friends, traitor to
your country, traitor to democracy,

"traitor to your men."

Do you recognise him?

SHE CHUCKLES
That's Oleg.

Oleg Leontyev. We were all
at Cambridge together.

Who's we?

Piers, Hugo, Oleg, myself.

Bit of a gang?
If we were, Oleg was certainly
the brains of the outfit.

Are you still in touch?
Do you know what he does?

Yes, he works for Lucas Hoyt.

Did your father get him the job?

Yes, and no. Daddy's working
for him. That's Oleg for you.

Why is he calling Piers a traitor?

Oleg's parents
were murdered by the KGB.

His view was that if you're
pro-unilateral disarmament,

then you are pro the most tyrannical
and evil regime in history.

And was that your view, Lucy?

Yes. Then and now.

♪ Hey, Kalinka, Kalinka, Kalinka
moya... ♪

He's bad, let me tell you.

SHE LAUGHS

Oi!

I don't think he got the message!

Leave it, Hugo.

No, sorry.

"Mr Leontyev is very busy
at the moment" doesn't cut it.

I'm a police officer.
I want to talk to him today.

I'm not making myself clear. Where
is Mr Leontyev? Where is he right
now?

NEWSREADER: 'Leading the negotiations
for Lucas Hoyt is Moscow-born
Oleg Leontyev,

'who was cautiously upbeat
this morning about the progress
of the talks.'

If Lucas Hoyt can play a role
in preserving Britain's status

as a great power, the privilege
and honour will be ours.

His parents were murdered
by the KGB.

He was thrown down the stairs trying
to stop them taking his mother

and still walks with a limp
due to the fall.

And Hyde Park wasn't
an isolated incident.

He made a habit of disrupting
peace rallies.

Hi. I remember him.
It's Oleg.

Grace?

Oh, sorry, I was, um, tied up
with something.

Everything OK?
Oh, yeah, yeah, right as rain.

Sorry? You remember him?

Mm. See? All you had to do was ask.

He was totally fearless. He used to
turn up at meetings, take the mic,

tell us all we were Soviet stooges
and sleep-walking to our own deaths.

Appeasing the regime
that killed your parents.

I see why that would piss you off.

We weren't appeasing Russia per se.

You didn't want to fight them either.

And your point is?

My point is... Oh, Grace.

My point is that we need to speak
to Oleg Leontyev.

I'm sorry. He's not available now.
When he comes in,
can you let me know?

Yes. Thank you.

Boyd? Yeah. No luck.
'Did you ask where he's
going to be tomorrow?'

HE SIGHS
Jesus.

PHONE RINGS

Boyd.

SILENCE

Hello?

WHISPERING MAN: 'Scaynes Lake.
Look in Scaynes Lake.

'Not all conspiracies are theories.'

DIAL TONE

Sarah? Sarah, come and look at this.

Boyd, you have a visitor.

Oh, hello, Jane.

We've intercepted a request from you
to interview Oleg Leontyev.
That's right.

It's not going to happen.

I'm sorry, Jane,

normally I interview
the friends of victims.

Oleg Leontyev went to
Cambridge with Piers.

I'm just delivering a message.
This isn't a conversation.

Right.

I think a phone call would have
sufficed, don't you?

You have a reputation for not
taking no for an answer.

Leave Oleg Leontyev alone.

He's turning water into wine
for the MoD. They don't want him
distracted.

Hi. Hi.

Sarah, I wonder if I could
ask you a favour? Sure.

I'm trying to track someone down.

It's an old friend,
but I would prefer it

if we could keep
it between ourselves.

For now.

You mean, don't tell Boyd.
I mean, don't tell Boyd.

His name's Murray Stuart.

He was a marine,
and he served in the Falklands.

I know you can find your way
round these databases,

otherwise I'd do it myself.

Er...

You're not happy about it? No, it's
just... Why don't you want Boyd
to know?

We've got to dig up everything
we can on this Hugo Christie's death.
Forget it.

Local police investigation. Why?
Cos this whole pure-diving thing
sounds like bollocks.

Free-diving. Whatever.

So Hugo, Lucy, Piers, Oleg
all went to Cambridge together.

All ideologically to the right.

Piers goes to the Falklands,
comes back a changed man,
breaks up the group.

Something happened.

Something happened,
and we're not seeing it.

St Bernard said "See everything.
Disregard much. Change a little."

St Bernard didn't have MI5
crawling up his arse.

Grace asked me to ID someone.
She wouldn't say why.

And she told me not to tell you.

What did you say?

I wasn't happy with the last bit.

Right.

Well, this guy, Murray Stuart,

he was in the marines,
served in the Falklands,

presumably alongside Piers Kennedy.

And she didn't want me to know?

Well, there's obviously
more to it than that.

This isn't news to you, is it?

MI5...

..told me that she was
on a watch list in the '80s.

You can take whatever you want
from that.

Well, that's weird.
MI5 going to you directly.

In my experience, the Home Office
always liaise between the Met

and the security services.

Mine too.

But I got the feeling that this
actually came straight from the MoD.

Cos they don't want
Oleg Leontyev in the case

until the Trident deal's sealed.

No, no, I mean right from
the beginning, from the first time

that Jane Hussey came to see me.

What's the MoD's interest? No idea.

Someone called me up and told me to
look into Hugo Christie's death.

Who? I don't know.
Well, what did they say?

They said not every conspiracy
is a theory.

Just give it a couple of hours

and then tell Grace that
you've had a change of heart.

I don't like this game-playing.

Pisses me off.

Boyd! The old dog, St Bernard,
might have been on to something.

Who was the focus of the original
investigation?

Ralph Palmer.

However, since the strikes
were stepped up, hundreds of people

have been killed,
many of them civilians,

including women and children.

According to a 2010 report,
one in three people

killed in US drone attacks
in Pakistan is a civilian.

Yes, around there you want to say
something about why it's happening.

You know, because US intelligence
is so flawed, etc.

PHONE RINGS

Ralph Palmer speaking. Yes.

Ah, I see. Yes. Very well.

I will. Bye.

The police want to see me.

I'll cancel Edinburgh.
No, no, no, no.

They're counting on you.

Ralph...

I love you.

Yes, of course you do.

Of course you do.

Waterways Of The British Isles.

First and, I'm guessing,
only edition, published in 1978.

It was reprinted four times,
actually.

I edited it, I didn't write it.

With hindsight, maybe you should've
excised the chapters

of subterranean rivers of London.

Or at least the bit documenting

the trajectory of the River Stroud.

Why did you start the Campaign
Against Nuclear Weapons, Ralph?

Well...

Because I believe there are more
intelligent, less dangerous ways

to secure peace with your neighbour

than by threatening him
with annihilation.

You feel passionately about it?
Very.

You feel passionately about Bonnie,
too? You love her?

Of course.

But you gave up both
without a fight.

That's what you'd have us believe.

That's what you told
the police back in 1983.

You said, "Shack up with a woman
half your age

"and it's a risk you run.

"I didn't hate Piers,
just how he made me feel."

A model of zen self-deprecation,
aren't you, Ralph?

Sorry. Don't buy it.

Your intimate knowledge
of the River Stroud

gives us what they lacked in 1983,

the foundation of a case.

I didn't kill him.

But maybe I can point you
in the right direction.

A posh boy, slumming it,

cashing in his war credentials
for maximum gain.

A voice in my head said
there was something off

about Captain Kennedy's
conversion to the cause

and, if I could find out what,
I'd win Bonnie back.

So, I started following them around.

GUNFIRE

Of course, I knew we had
a militant wing of sorts.

The same people who were up
for accepting Soviet money,

slinging bricks
through MoD Plod windscreens

and taking Cruisewatch up a gear.

Cruisewatch?

The network of protesters
who harassed and tracked

cruise convoys wherever they went,
right? Right.

Piers's change from soldier
to pacifist had been too fast.

You think that Piers and his group
were planning direct action?

Well, that's what it looked like.

Sorry, I don't believe a word of it,
do you? Not a word.

Yeah, the clustering's consistent
with semi-automatic gunfire.

GUNFIRE

Certainly adds ballast to the theory
that MI5 did away with him.

Was there any forensic evidence to
show he was tortured as well?

Eve, can I...?

Is there any chance of finding
any bullets or spent casings?

Well, after 30 years, it depends.
On what?

I'm going to need a gradiometer,

it's a metal detector used to
detect ferromagnetic objects.

You got it, you got it.

Why didn't you mention any of this
when Piers vanished? Because...

I was pretty sure one of
them was a woman.

Bonnie?
I'd heard she was pregnant,

and I didn't want to see
the baby born in prison.

So she'd already
thrown you out by then?

Yes, yes. I was living
with my sister in Windsor.

While Piers was sleeping in your
bed, and then you bring up
his daughter as your own?

Are you some kind of bloody saint?!
No, no.

I was wrong.

A few months later, I asked Bonnie.

It wasn't her up here that night.

Well, we're going
to have to speak to her,

you know,
on the off-chance that she's lying.

You can't. Not today.
She's in Edinburgh.

She's giving a lecture
on US drone attacks in Pakistan.

Mother says, any chance
you could come down for Friday?

A surprise guest's in town
for one night only.

Not bloody Rufus Mortimer? The boy's
done good out in Hong Kong.

Dad, I just...
Lucy, please. For my sake.

I'll get it in the neck.

All right, all right,

I'll just say that you had something
you couldn't get out of.

Do you ever think about Hugo?

Yes, of course I do.

You don't talk about him, Dad.

I suppose...

..I think it must've been even worse
for you, losing a twin.

But do you ever think about how he
actually died? Oh, come on.

Hugo was impulsive
at the best of times.

And, by the end,
he was hitting the bottle hard.

Except they found no alcohol
in his blood stream. Lucy...

All right, Dad, sorry,
I'll forget it.

Lucy, Lucy.

All work and no play
year after year after year.

You need to get a life
outside Westminster...

before it's too late.

Sorry, Dad, but it is too late for
grandchildren, bar a miracle or two.

I meant too late for you.
PHONE RINGS

Sorry.

Christie.

The police have found what?!

The hut Piers used
for target practice

is on the edge
of Lord Christie's estate.

Have you spoken to him? Yeah,
he's been nothing but co-operative.

Confirms Piers would've known about
the hut from his days dating Lucy.

Bit of a risk going back.
Not really, it's a 900-acre estate.

Training on enemy territory,
it's the ethos of guerrilla warfare.

He's big, you're small,
that's what you exploit.

But training for what? Hmm?

Grace, I think I've got an address
for your friend Murray.

That's a photo of him
from the marines.

Oh, it's not him. Oh, OK.

Thanks for trying. Sure. Sarah?

What made you change your mind?

Doesn't matter, does it?
It's not him.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Grace.

ECHOING GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSIONS

ECHOING GUNFIRE CONTINUES

MUFFLED SHOUTING

GHOSTLY ECHOES

DOORBELL RINGS

Who the hell are you?

Hello, Murray.

It's Grace.

Jesus Christ...

No, not for me, thanks.

How did you find me?

I think I deserve the first question,
don't I?

Yes, you do, yeah.

You want to know why
I never got in touch?

It wasn't cos...

It wasn't cos I didn't want to.
I know.

What was it, then?

Lots of things were going on.
It was a mad time.

The night you came to my flat,

you had a gun in your bag.
Grace...

I should've gone to the police
but I didn't,

which makes me
some kind of accessory after...

..whatever it was you did.

Did you kill Piers Kennedy?

How can you ask me that?

You were planning something,
the two of you.

You were talking about it
that night at the party.

You were worried, I could tell!

I should be somewhere.
You should go.

You go.

What's happened to you
over all these years?

What are you so ashamed of?

And why didn't you ever
come back for me?

Piers... Piers, he...

He...

What?

The MoD Plods killed him.

The Ministry of Defence police.

Oh, God, I'm sorry...

I can bloody prove it, right?!
It was revenge.

Revenge for what?
There's a videotape.

PHONE RINGS

OK, Spence?

You requested a background
check on Murray Stuart.

The devil's in the details.

No form, but Stuart has a history
of mental problems.

Only beat a GBH charge last year
after a shrink vouched

he had delusional disorder,
exacerbated by heroin addiction.

Seems he'd been self-medicating
for post-traumatic stress.

OK, thanks, Spence.

We've got to get her out of there.

No, no, no, no.
We'll follow her. She'll be OK.

No! What else are we going to do?
I mean, she's hiding something.

We've got to find out...
GBH, Boyd. He's dangerous.

She's a psychologist,
she can handle him.

Except she doesn't know
he's delusional!

One day you're going to call heads
and it's going to be tails.

Ooh.

What's that? Hmm?

The river network
is 19th century,

and the buildings above it
are 20th century.

Comparing these maps,

I think there's another way into the
chamber where Piers was dumped.

Coming for it! Coming for me!

Keep it safe!

Shit!

I'll draw their fire!

Why did you lie to us
about Murray Stuart?

It's none of your business. It's
nothing to do with the case, then,

apart from the fact that he
served with Piers Kennedy? Yeah?

No. Lost.

He said the MoD police killed Piers,
and this tape will prove it.

Armed police! Get down!

Face the floor!

You're on MoD property.
Who are you? Dr Eve Lockhart.

Are you alone? Yeah, yeah.

Hello? Hello?

I'm Dr Eve Lockhart. I work
for the Forensic Science Service.

Hello? Hello?! Hello!

Hello!

Today you went to see a man,
and everything suggests

he was embroiled in a terrorist plot
where somebody was killed.

Piers, Hugo.
We could be next. I'm so scared.

I need some reassurances, Grace.
I need to know where you stand.

The Ministry of Defence Police
killed Piers Kennedy out of revenge.

Murray, the worst thing
you can do is run.

I just want to find out
who killed Piers!

Grace, if you're not happy
being used as bait, just say so.

We can't guarantee your safety.
I gave you everything.

GUNSHOT

Grace! Call an ambulance! Boyd!

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