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Good work, Jacob.

So what have we here?

In this bed, some
bones over there.

Let's clear this away.

Oh my god, it's got
tissue on it.

I have to call the police.

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Oh, bugger.

Excuse me love.

Dalziel.

Peter, I'm right in
the middle of a,

you what?

Where?

Alright give us 20 minutes.

No, no, no, I'm make me
own way there thank you.

Sorry love I've gotta go.

What is it
you're looking for?

The last refuge of
Queen Cartimandua.

She was the leader of the
Brigantes, first century AD,

just after the Roman invasion.

Sounds fascinating.

It would be if we had more time.

The bypass'll push
through here in a few days

so we need every precious
second to excavate this site.

You realize we can't
allow you to work

while a forensic examination's
going on?

Yeah, I know.

How long do you think
that'll take?

Well, it depends on
what my colleague says.

Are they sure it's a
modern skeleton, Peter?

Otherwise we could be
wasting our time.

Well not many first century
Britains wore designer suits.

Alright Mr. Sarcasm.

How long has it been
in the ground?

Dr. Brown's working on that now.

Ooh, she's there is she?

Nice girl as I remember.

Andy, what's that smell?

Is it your hair gel?

Shut it.

Better come and meet Dr.
Rix, she found the body.

Andy, this is--

Hi, Dr. Rix, Head of Archeology
at Wetherton University.

Superintendent Dalziel.

Sorry, comes with the job.

Used to digging up
bodies, are ya?

Rather more ancient
ones than this one.

Look Superintendent,
we've less than a week

to excavate this site.

I think it may be
one of the most

important sites in England.

Well this is now a crime
Scene, Dr. Rix,

we can't be rushed.

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It's an adult male, interred
at least six months ago.

They've cleared the area
around the skull,

there are two prominent
fractures to the left-hand side.

The teeth have been
violently removed

with a chisel or something
similar.

So much from so little already.

I need to get the body back
to the lab for full analysis

but this certainly looks
like a murder.

Anything to help us with
an ID Dr. Brown?

No personal items so far.

Forensics may be able to get
you something on the fabrics

but we're dealing with remains.

Right, I want this whole
area fully dug out,

six feet either side.

Burying the body must have
been a messy business.

All sorts of things
could've been left behind.

Murder weapon, buttons,
fingernails, hair, digging
tools.

Careful sir, you're at risk

of contaminating a crime scene.

Look, I'm in a rush, okay?

And my DNA's logged.

Alright, come on, as
you're suited and booted,

dig this out for me, Lateef.

Down there.

Here.

Do you want this dusted
for fingerprints

or swabbed for DNA, sir?

Let's find the other one
first, then we can do both.

Right your job will be to find

the maker and the owner
of these cufflinks.

Must have been 19th century.

This is not the Antiques
Roadshow,

just get 'em back to HQ
and have them photographed.

The trail's at least
six months old, Peter,

we need to crack on.

But I'm wondering if
whoever did for our man

knew that the bypass would
provide a concrete coffin.

What you think it might
be a gangland killing?

It has all the hallmarks,
so it's worth asking around.

In the meantime,

can you start up the
local inquiries, Peter,

and meet me in the
pub at lunchtime?

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Alright come on, that's
it, keep going.

-That's it, keep going.

Who's the gaffer here?

Who wants to know?

Detective Inspector Pascoe.

He's in the site office,
over there.

We've only been on this
stretch for a week.

Didn't start the
road until March.

Would you have surveyed
the route?

No, we're just laborers,
county council do that.

It was their survey
James Atherton

who found this supposed
Roman settlement

when he was doing his
geophysical survey.

Pain in the ass.

Not keen on the archeological
dig then?

We'll, I can see it has value

but they better be gone
by the time we get there.

My lads don't like delays.

It means smaller pay packets.

We've had to shut down the dig

while we try to identify
the body.

That's not good, inspector.

For community relations I mean.

I hope that's not a
threat, Mr. Cashman.

I'll need a list of
your workforce.

What for?

Because we'll want
to talk to them.

Well these lads, they
work for cash

then disappear until
the next job.

Introduce them to me.

That's Mad Dog on the dozer.

Tarzan does the rolling.

No Nose and Lord Lukan
are by the mini-digger.

And I suppose your name's
not really Cashman, is it?

Depends on who's asking.

It'll be a team of my detectives
in about half an hour.

I want all their names then.

You can close down your
operation for 24 hours.

You're going nowhere 'till
we've finished over there.

Yeah, but has anybody
dropped out of sight?

And I mean anybody.

Remember Harry Simms?

Long-term burglar and fence?

I heard tell he packed it
in about nine months ago.

He's not around any more.

So he's not exactly
the sort to wear

silver cufflinks with a
religious theme then hey?

Aw, strictly muck and
nettles is Simms.

He never really knew what
to do with his money.

Spent most of it on
booze and horses.

No culture, see?

Unlike yourself, Billy.

Nothing but the best for you eh?

Oh well.

By the way, Clive Jacobs
got out today.

What's that make?

Sixteen years.

He should've done twice that.

I never saw you as a
hanger and a flogger.

You should've seen
what he did to her.

She was pretty.

Wanted to be a model.

But the only photo
shoot she ever got

was with a police photographer.

This lowlife Jacobs
goes and pulverizes her.

Okay,
I'll show you your room.

What do you
think about these?

Well, handmade I'd say.

A good 50 to 60 years old.

Possibly a commemorative gift
for a member of the clergy.

Probably Roman Catholic.

And this, does it
make any sense?

Well it's not a hallmark.

It looks as if it might
have been added later.

An acronym for a dedication
in Latin.

It's most likely Catholic
or High Anglican.

But it is possible a priest
would wear a pair like these?

Of course, but it could
be a devoted Christian.

We found this inscription

on the back of one
of the cufflinks.

This could be a biblical
reference.

G would probably
be Genesis, but,

I don't have time to
check, I'm sorry.

Thank you sir.

Who was most opposed to
the bypass, Mr. Atherton?

The local residents,
green lobby,

special interest groups?

I once had a road diverted

after a campaign by a
distinguished lepidopterist,

to save a rare species.

Of butterfly.

The objectors?

Well, a hard core of
residents in Strenton

centered around the
parish council.

They owned the land here
but they wouldn't sell up.

So how come the road's
being built?

The chairman of the parish
council changed his vote.

Do you have his name?

Yes, it was Robin Blake.

Apparently after he
changed his mind

he resigned from the council

and he's been pilloried
for it ever since.

What about the dig?

That came later?

Well I did a final
sweep of the route.

The dry summer had
brought up a rough outline

of the settlement in the grass.

Almost like a flat-plan.

After the usual lobbying, Dr.
Rix of Wetherton University

was allocated three weeks for
an exploratory excavation.

Then what, you'd cover
it in tarmac?

Not quite, no.

If a site can be proved
to be of special merit

then more time can be
allocated for the dig

and it can be preserved by
carefully covering it over

and building the road above it.

A lot at stake then.

History, money, property values.

Happens all over England.

People get the choice

between preserving something
from the ancient world

or getting some relief
from traffic,

by and large they
choose the latter.

Do you know Mr. Cashman at all?

He's a subcontractor
on the bypass.

Oh I'm long gone

before those chaps come
in on the project.

Thanks Mr. Atherton.

I'll be back if I need
any more help.

Back?

May I ask what all
this is about?

We've found a body at the dig.

If you want to view the house

you'll have to go
through the estate agent.

Ah, DI Pascoe, Mid-Yorkshire
CID.

Are you Mr. Robin Blake?

Mmm.

Did something happen?

I just want to ask
a question or two

about the parish council
and the bypass.

Well I'm not sure
I can help you.

I'm no longer on the council
and the road is well underway.

Well this concerns matters
from several months back.

Well you'd better come in then.

Thank you.

Lovely house.

I imagine it'll be
a wrench to leave.

Yeah, lived here most of me life

but now it's time to head off

to me little retirement
villa in Spain.

Oh yeah, where abouts?

Well anywhere away
from the coast.

I understand from Mr.
Atherton, the county surveyor,

that you were instrumental in
getting the bypass approved.

A very messy business.

I'm afraid I ended up
caught in the middle.

I don't like a fuss, Mr. Pascoe.

So it was very disturbing
for me to be shouted at

by one group after another.

Is that why you changed
your vote?

For a quiet life?

Partly.

But you were against the
road initially I gather?

Hmm, well at first I thought
it was too much of a change.

Was the dispute a factor in
your decision to sell up?

I'm afraid so.

Some people will
never forgive me.

I've been shunned,
I've had hate mail,

people turning up on the
doorstep with threats.

So I stay at home mostly.

There is nothing more vicious
than English village life.

Come through.

Have you heard that a
body has been found?

Buried on the route
of the bypass?

No.

Do you know who it is?

We're trying to work out
whether it was a local

or somebody visiting.

Perhaps during the
original protest.

So how vicious is vicious?

Well there was a lot
of verbal nastiness

but nothing that would
suggest violence.

Would you care to name

any of the people who
threatened you?

Now that you're leaving.

The landlord of the Spotted Pig,

the village pub, John Hobbs.

He believes he'll
go out of business

once the bypass is open.

But I'd be grateful if you
didn't mention my name.

Were you pressurized by anyone
into changing your vote?

No, I just changed me mind.

Wrote to the council, resigned.

How does the village feel
about the archeological dig?

Ah, mostly approve I understand.

Not that I speak to
many people anymore.

As for me I used to be
a history lecturer

so I could hardly oppose it.

Have you been out to the site?

I haven't yet actually.

Been a bit busy with the
house and what-have-you.

Spotted Pig my ass.

I talked to Cashman,
the subcontractor.

He's more of a gang-master
really.

His men are a bunch of
hairy-assed tearaways.

Nicknames only so far,
but I'm working on it.

The thing is, none of
them would have been here

at the time the body was buried.

Work only started on
the road in March.

Not much then.

The only other thing about
this Harry Simms bloke

is that he's got no
form after 1987.

Yet my snout suggests
that he's still operating

up to eight or nine months ago.

Doesn't say much for
our burglary squad.

I'll by over when I've
got a minute, okay.

I don't know if the
body is Simms

but if he had a pair
of silver cufflinks

it would be in a bag
with the word swag on it.

Anything useful here?

Maybe.

The landlord, John Hobbs,

he's supposed to have
run a hate campaign

against the chairman
of the parish council

for voting the road through.

What can I do for you?

We wanted to know if the
body we found at the dig

is someone from the village.

Strenton's not exactly
picture postcard material

but we don't really get
much trouble here.

But the bypass decision
split the village though?

Yeah.

And some grudges'll
last longer than others.

Including your own against
the yes voters?

Well let's just say
that some people

get frostier welcomes
than others.

Like Robin Blake for example?

The man's a turncoat,
and he knows it.

The land belonged
to the village.

Do you think someone got on him?

He's too well off to
take a backhander.

I just think he knew
he was going abroad

so the decision wouldn't
affect him.

But it does

if he's been ostracized
by the village.

Yeah, but he didn't
come in that often.

The parish council love
the Christmas lunch here

but it's not a big deal, is it?

How long have you been here?

Oh, my brother and
I inherited the pub

ten years ago, from our parents,

but we're gonna struggle.

Once that road goes in there's
gonna be no passing trade.

So if the body's not local,

there's someone missing
from the area.

Do you recall anyone visiting
or staying a night or so?

Six, seven months back?

Around that time
one of our regulars

got run over by a lorry,
it were awful.

Come to think of it,
there was someone.

That was when I saw a man
at the village noticeboard

and I've never seen him since.

Description?

He was tall, wearing
a duffel coat.

With a label tied around
his neck saying,

"Please look after this bear."

He's doing his best, Andy.

Obviously not good enough
for your boss.

Anyway, take it or leave it.

When was this roughly?

It was mid-November,
pre-Christmas.

Six months ago then.

When you're ready, John.

You've got customers
dying of thirst here

and I've got two more
chicken fricassees to do.

Sorry about that, our Paul

is the original temperamental
chef.

Tell him we want
a word with him.

The subcontractor Cashman's
got a duffel coat.

Would he have been around
six months ago?

Not working, but he
had a big interest

in getting the right
vote, didn't he.

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What is it?

I had a policeman come around
to my office this morning.

DI Pascoe.

I've had him here too.

But they don't know
anything, do they?

No, they've found a body
at the dig this morning

so they're bound to
be asking questions.

How could
something like this happen?

Talk about bad luck.

Well it was for whoever's dead.

Don't panic!

The thing is, my daughter's
up to university in September.

I need help with the fees.

You've got a bloody
cheek, Atherton.

If you'd kept your mouth shut

about your minor archeological
find,

none of this would
have happened.

Well I couldn't not
report a site like that,

they'd have questioned
my competence.

They can join the club.

Look, I could do with
something now.

I've had a really bad
month on the horses

and my wife's threatening
to leave me.

I've told you, you'll
get the other five K

when the road's finished.

Now piss off.

And don't even think
about squealing to anyone

or my lads'll be 'round.

Prat.

So what do you want to know?

We have a body at the dig.

Six months old or thereabouts.

Do you know who it might be?

No.

What about visitors?

I'm in the kitchen
most of the time.

We do get outsiders dropping in.

More hopefully, when
the bypass opens.

You were for it, then?

Yeah.

I'm trying to make this place
a destination restaurant,

rather than just a pit-stop.

I get the impression
you don't see eye-to-eye

with your brother.

We have our differences,

but we get along.

You have to when you're
in business together.

Do either of you take your
differences outside the pub?

Come on, this is
a small village.

Know anything about Robin Blake?

Yeah, he's a nice bloke.

Don't see as much of him now.

Not since his vote for the
road turned him into scapegoat.

Pity your brother's taken
against him too.

You better tell us if he's
taken against anyone else.

Only me, but I can live with it.

Not much so far.

Not much would would be volume

of the Encyclopedia
bloody Britannica

compared to what we've got.

So none of the missing
persons fits the bill,

No further clues as
to the body's ID,

and man in duffel coat
narrows things down

to about four million
trainspotters.

Sir, can I make a suggestion?

Why not do one of those facial
reconstructions on the skull?

Perhaps your friend Dr. Rix
would have a contact, Andy?

I'd rather talk to Dr. Brown.

Well don't anybody
rush, I'll get it.

Dalziel.

Oh, Dr. Brown, we was just
talking about you, yeah.

Oh really?

Oh right, oh okay yes, well,
we'll be there straight away.

Thank you.

Are you both coming?

Any chance to see you make
a fool of yourself, Andy.

Cause of death still blow
to the head Dr. Brown?

Yes, two fractures to the skull.

Here, and here.

A hammer, it's most likely,

judging from the compressed
fractures.

Profuse bleeding in
the parietal lobe

would probably have
been the cause of death.

Oh, you know about
teeth being chiseled off

well the end phalanges
of every finger

were also crudely removed.

No fingertips, no prints.

Not just a murder, but
the ruthless obliteration

of the victim's identity.

Any further ideas on when
it happened Dr. Brown?

Well standard decomposition
rates

suggest no more than
six months ago.

Winter frost may have
slowed decay a little.

Soil acidity was basically
neutral.

There are only small
fragments of muscle remaining.

Fortunately the clothes
kept the skeleton intact.

We'll get our DNA
though, won't we?

Oh yes.

These bones can still talk.

Sir, SOCO did find the second
cufflink for a DNA swab.

Well that's only of use
if he was a criminal

otherwise he won't be in
the national database.

We were thinking of a
facial reconstruction.

There's a woman at
the university's

archeological department.

Katie Bevins, yes, she
specializes in them.

How long would it take?

Depends how busy she
is, I can ask her.

Er, today please.

The reconstruction seems to be

our most likely source
of identification,

so as soon as possible.

-Okay.
-Thank you.

Oh and Dr. Brown, could you, um,

could you box the head
up for DC Lateef?

I doubt he wants to drive
a whole body across town.

Give me a few minutes.

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Eleanor, um, are you
working on, or uh?

Once I've separated the
head from the body, no.

Just have to clean up

and then take Mr. Pascoe's
lovely flowers home.

You wait here 'till Dr.
Brown's finished.

Sir.

You slimy toad.

Mason tipped me off last
week as well as you.

You better tell me about
the other moves you've made

or there'll be another
stiff on the slab!

Well well lads, look
who's here, the enemy.

Oi, oi!

You lot'd better be out of
our way in three days' time

or there'll be some
more buried bodies.

I don't respond to threats

and I happen to know
what you road-crew do.

You go out in the middle
of the night with iron bars

to clear the travelers and
protestors from the route.

Well, we are on this
site legitimately

and we're not going 'till
we're finished.

At least the gyppos fight back.

That's more than I
can say for you.

Right now behave, all of ya.

Just ignore them.

I'll buy you a drink, darling.

No it's okay.

Thought it might get
you in the mood

for a night of love
in my caravan.

No I think I'd need an
anesthetic, not a drink.

She just knocked
you back, Tarzan.

What are you gonna do?

I'm not gonna warn you again.

I want you to quieten down.

No it's okay.

Come and visit me in
my van, darling.

Get your hands off me.

Hey, what do you say?

-Up and out.
-Come on, it won't hurt.

Out.

-Come on darling.
-Get you hands off me!

It's alright, just won't hurt.

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What the bloody hell do
you think you're doing?

Someone do something!

-Get off me!

Help!

Now remember, the
more you struggle

the more I like it.

Would somebody help me!

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Lovely.

Oh god.

We have to go, now!

Quickly, quickly out.

Right now get out!

-Get out!
-Leave them alone!

Get out all of you,
just piss off, alright?

How do you go
about these things?

The first few hours I
just sit and stare.

Try to visualize the person.

Then, touch the head

and gradually understand
the contours of the face.

Rather you than me.

It's more scientific after that.

The depth of flesh, the
dimensions of the features.

These can all be calibrated.

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Go on,
get down, stop!

Get down, you now!

What the hell are they doing?

Jesus, form a chain.

Form a chain, don't
let them near the site.

PC Higson, out in Strenton,
I need urgent assistance.

What are you doing?

Get away!

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-Go!

You get away from me!

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Dalziel, Dalziel.

God.

Right I'm coming.

What are you doing?

Right, I want this lot charged

with destroying a crime
scene, threatening behavior,

and arson, just for starters.

Hang on, there's two missing.

Where's Lord Lucan
and the other one?

Tarzan?

Probably still asleep
in the caravan.

What are you doing?

Looks as though the fighting
didn't stop at the pub.

Who is it?

Tarzan.

He's been well battered though.

I'll get a SOCO team
out here, and Dr. Brown.

You better get over
to the dig site,

see if Dr. Rix is still missing.

What a mess.

You've got cack all
over your face.

Dr. Brown may not approve.

Should get some rest, Higson.

I've got things to do, Sir.

Well tell me what and I'll
assign some of my men.

Well, during last
night's pub fight,

the one called Tarzan apparently
tried to rape Dr. Rix.

That's handy, he's
a stiff in there.

When did you last see Dr. Rix?

Dunno, she got lost
in the carnage.

Okay, ta.

Alright then, off you go.

Sleep and a shower, hey.

This looks like you murder
weapon, Mr. Dalziel.

Not an accidental death then.

Well it's not a
wood-chopping jobby, is it.

No, more specialist.

What, mountaineering
or something?

Head's too low.

Could be an archeological
digging tool.

Could it?

Have you got anything resembling
a breakthrough Lateef?

Email from forensics
just come in

about the body in the dig.

Don't build your
hopes up though.

Not a trace of DNA

other than the victim's,
mine and Dr. Rix.

No comparable DNA
in the database.

I think you should see this.

There's a file on Dr. Rix?

Yeah.

Two arrests for violent conduct
during the poll tax riots,

late '89 and early '90.

She was released with a formal
caution on each occasion.

Student activist at
the campus too.

Andy this sort of thing
shouldn't be kept.

Policemen were kicked
in the balls.

She did the same thing to Tarzan
last night by all accounts.

He was trying to rape her!

I wouldn't give this
stuff house room.

Look, the murder weapon
may well belong to her.

She had every reason to be
vengeful towards Tarzan,

and now this suggests a
capacity for violence.

That report was probably
compiled by a fellow student

under pressure from
special branch.

It's totally irrelevant now.

Guilty conscious, Peter?

No Andy, I chose the side I
thought was right back then.

Leave that stuff
out of it, okay?

Murder, who's been murdered?

Tarzan, whoever he is.

He's the bloke who
started it all,

the bloke who nutted
that student.

I better ring round the
bookings and cancel.

What after another murder?

No one's gonna want to come
to Strenton anymore, are they?

So have you made any progress
with that other body yet,

at the dig?

No, they're having trouble
identifying it.

The murderer made sure we
couldn't use the normal means.

Dental records, fingerprints.

Well how are you gonna
find out who it was then?

I hear they're doing a
facial reconstruction

up at the university.

This interview is being
conducted under caution.

You are not under arrest

and you're free to
leave at any time.

I thought I was being brought
here to give a statement.

I want the one called Tarzan
charged with attempted rape.

That will be difficult, Dr. Rix,

because he was found murdered

in a caravan at the bypass site.

Well if he's dead then there's
no need for me to be here.

A moment Dr. Rix.

Do you recognize this?

It's the sort of tool that we
use to open rock foundations

or old timbers.

Some time last night,

it was used to kill the road
worker they call Tarzan.

So?

You had a tussle with this
Tarzan character last night

in the Spotted Pig.

It was slightly more
than a tussle.

He tried to rape me and
I defended myself.

By kicking him in the balls?

Only once.

Is there a possibility
that this pick

belonged to you or
one of your team?

We've had several items
stolen from the campsite

since the road-crew arrived.

They could have taken more
stuff during the attack.

Including this one?

Almost certainly.

Can you tell me where you
were after the attack?

I checked up on the students,

assessed the damage to the
site, to the equipment.

You didn't go seeking revenge
on your attempted rapist?

This is ridiculous.

I gave him one kick
in the balls.

I had no thought of attacking
my assailant

and I'm not bloody Boudica.

You've been violent
to men before,

twice assaulting policemen
at demonstrations.

Where did you get that from?

You weren't convicted

but you were formally cautioned.

Why is this still on record?

We have to hang onto
information now.

Just in case.

Does he know about the
data protection act?

It has been brought to
his attention, yes.

Campus creeps.

They supplied information
about fellow students.

I'm leaving now

but you can expect a
letter from my solicitor.

Thanks for your help.

Thanks for bringing the
police service into disrepute!

You know, it's a real shame

you don't come into
the pub anymore.

Well your brother John has
something to do with that.

But actually, it suits me now.

What's happened to you Robin?

This dispute over the road

seems to have taken
the spirit from you.

It was a very trying time.

To be honest I don't think
I'll ever get over it.

Anyway, what can I do for you?

Well.

Do you remember last year,
you promised me some money,

to help with funds
for the restaurant?

It was your birthday
party, wasn't it?

No, yours, here.

You were a bit drunk, I think,

but you said later
that you meant it.

Short-term memory.

Always the first to go.

So it seems.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Not enough?

I'll call you later.

Fraud has never been so obvious.

Shall I summarize?

Buy materials at lower
specification

then invoice in the
contractor-for-hire spec stuff.

Estimated skimming off
so far, 53,000 pounds.

It's a porker game.

They give the job to
the lowest tender,

we taking it knowing we
have to make shortcuts

to make a profit.

You're generous with your
money though, aren't you?

There are two cash
withdrawals of 5,000 pounds

on the company statement.

Unaccounted for.

Backhanders were they?

Unless of course you've paid
to have somebody killed off.

Killed?

Someone in Strenton objected
to your road six months ago.

Look.

If my team had found that body,

we would have cemented
over it just to keep going

but I wouldn't have
somebody killed

just 'cause they
were in the way.

Tell me where this ten
grand went then.

It comes from the
main contractors.

I do things with it they can't.

Such as?

Buying off Atherton,
the county surveyor.

Where's Atherton?

He's gone up to the
roof for some fresh air.

-

-

Mr Atherton?

Come back in so we can talk.

Cashman phoned, told
me you were coming.

Well I don't necessarily
have to believe

anything Mr. Cashman said.

I did wrong.

I knew it would come
to this one day.

Don't come near me!

Or I'll jump.

I'm not moving Mr. Atherton.

Come back inside so we can talk.

About what, the end
of my career?

The headlines in the newspapers

that will bring shame
on my family?

Mr. Atherton, what was
your first name again?

James, why?

Well I'm just gonna
sit here, James.

I'm not gonna do anything.

I'm investigating a murder.

You're not involved.

Well why did you come here then?

Because Cashman says that
he gave you 10,000 pounds

and I want to know what
that might mean for my case.

Well he's wrong!

It was only five.

Well that's good.

It makes you less guilty.

I still took the money
though, didn't I?

Disgraced my position.

You didn't ask for
it though, did ya?

Yes, I did.

I'm corrupt aren't I?

Tell me about it.

Why did you need the money?

You don't give a toss
about me, about my debts,

about my failure as a
father, and a husband.

How did you
get into debt?

The job must pay well.

Yeah but backed the wrong
horses didn't I, Mr. Pascoe.

For nearly ten years, you don't
know how boring this job is.

Little trip to the
betting shop made my day.

Well I can understand that.

So that's all?

No drug habit, no
mistresses, no fast cars,

just dopey horses.

And my weakness.

I was a sitting duck
for Cashman.

Well he's an operator for sure.

But I don't want to see
you killing yourself

just for leaving off a
couple of wildlife sites

in your survey of the bypass.

It's nothing.

It's my job, to make
sure roads are built

in harmony with the
natural environment,

and I didn't do it.

But you alerted Dr. Rix
to the Roman site.

That was a good thing you did.

I did a deal with her too,

to admit my daughter to
the archeology department,

in spite of her lousy A-levels.

Well that's no crime.

You must love your daughter
a great deal.

-Come in.

Forensic reports only one blood
site found in the caravan.

Probably Tarzan's.

They're running a check
on the DNA database,

so if he's got a record, which
seems likely, he'll be on it.

But a couple of cigarette
ends were found

which gave up another DNA
sample, and they got a match.

Shouldn't you be gloating

because this clears Dr.
Rix of suspicion?

She was already
clear in my mind.

Who's the match for?

Clive Jacobs, who's
still in prison.

He should be but he isn't.

The bastard walked free
yesterday morning.

So now it looks like
he's murdered again.

What's this all about?

Do you remember my name, Jacobs?

Because I certainly
remember yours.

What the hell are you
doing here, Dalziel?

I only got out yesterday.

Come to rub it in, have ya?

No Jacobs, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of murder,

same as last time.

Bent bastard!

You're mad, Dalziel,
you're off your head.

You fit me up the last time!

You murdered a helpless
young woman, Jacobs.

I wasn't even there,
you asshole.

I saw what you did to her
and I still have nightmares.

Get him out of here!

No, no, not again, how
can you do this to me?

Why won't you believe me?

I didn't do it!

I wasn't there!

No, believe me, please!

I didn't do it!

I'm innocent.

I wasn't even there!

Please believe me,
I didn't do it.

-

What the hell?

You are not welcome here!

I want to say how sorry I
am for what's happened here.

What do you want?

I want to offer your operation
an extension of three days.

Three days?

Well we're hoping that
your road builders

will be out of action a
lot longer than three days.

They deserve to be put away

but even if they were,
I'd have to hire a new lot

and get on with the job.

There's no sentiment in
my business I'm afraid.

Well mine's pretty
hard-faced too.

Look, I may be able to find
a few thousand in cash,

to compensate you
for your losses.

A few?

2,000.

4,000.

John, we need to talk.

About what?

I'm buying you out.

50 grand, to get you
out of my life.

Morning Mr. Dalziel.

Sir, for you.

Oh, thank you.

-

Officers at the scene
described the murder

of 22-year-old Jean Higgins,

as one of the most
brutal they've witnessed.

The investigation is being led

by Detective Inspector
Andrew Dalziel

of Mid-Yorkshire Police.

Just trying to remind myself

of how nasty Clive Jacobs was.

And they're currently
following up reports

of a man seen leaving
the house last night.

He was my first collar as a
DI and I remember thinking,

this is how it's gonna
be from now on.

I was still at uni
when you were on this case.

About six-foot tall and
members of the public

are being warned not
to approach him.

Horrible things happening
to innocent people.

-

Why kill her when all she'd done

was disturb a Mickey
Mouse burglary?

Well Jacobs killed
a bloke this time.

So there must be a
different motive.

The same frenzy though.

I haven't
touched anything.

What time did you
leave last night?

About 8:30.

Door don't look to
have been forced.

No, the caretaker locks up
on his rounds at around 10.

So whoever did this could've
just come in before then?

Who else would've had access
when this door were locked?

Any member of the department.

We're staking an awful lot
on this reconstruction.

I can start again quickly,

I've still got my notes
and sketches.

Yeah but, you've no skull.

That's back with Dr. Brown.

I work from a cast, taken
from the skull.

Is this another part
of the fit-up?

There is no fit-up.

Three of your cigarette stubs

were found inside the
murdered man's caravan.

Caravan?

I haven't been near a
caravan since I was a kiddie.

So I wasn't there and
I didn't do it.

Who's Tarzan?

Someone who crossed you
in or out of jail?

No idea who you're talking
about, Dalziel.

Coming back to you now, is it?

I cant' tell who it is.

He was a road builder,
living on-site at a bypass.

You went there to kill
this man, didn't you?

This is fricking madness.

I've only been out
a couple of days.

Sixteen years after he
fitted me up the last time

and he's doing it again!

What did you do after you
got out of Wellblack Prison?

I went for breakfast
with an old mate.

He picked me up at the nick.

Has he got a name?

Or is this an attempt
at an alibi?

Harry Simms.

Where do you know him from?

We did a stretch together
back in 1987, '88.

Used to be a burglar like me.

What's he doing now?

I didn't ask.

Where is he?

I don't know.

We went our separate
ways after breakfast.

Then what'd you do?

Checked in at the hostel.

I had a kip, spent the rest of
the time watching the telly,

then my door got kicked
in by coppers.

Not even you can get a
conviction out of that, Dalziel!

You were done fair and
square the last time,

No alibi, your DNA
at the crime scene,

the break-in was your usual MO,

through the back kitchen door.

The murder happened
on your patch,

and you just got out of prison.

I mean talk about being
a repeat offender.

You won't get me back in jail.

The jury will decide that.

What do you think
this is Dalziel?

A fashion statement?

I'm on chemotherapy
for bowel cancer.

I've got less than
two months to live.

I'm sorry, but murder is murder.

I'm a burglar not a killer,
Dalziel, you know that.

You know I never used violence.

Until Jean Higgins disturbed ya.

And this man gets done for what?

Revenge, business?

I wasn't there on
either occasion.

I've no idea who this Tarzan is!

What do you know about
a bypass site near Strenton?

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, it
was all the talk of E-wing.

No, I don't know about it.

SOCO have a match Tarzan's DNA.

He's a local thief, otherwise
known as Keith Gibson.

What do you know about
Keith Gibson?

I know of him, I don't know him.

He was another Wetherton
burglar,

but now he's out of the way,

because he was the
man you killed.

Clive Jacobs, you will
be formally charged

with the murder of Keith Gibson.

I'm innocent, you bastard,

and before I die, I'm
gonna prove it.

If you're dying, make
a confession.

Ease your conscience.

It's not my conscience
that's the problem.

It's yours.

Sir, we've finally got
an ID on Lord Lucan.

From the prints in he caravan
and a beer glass at the pub.

I knew he'd have a criminal
file like the rest of them.

Yeah, it's Harry Simms.

The thief with no
form since 1988.

What was he up to
on the roadside?

Lord Lucan and Tarzan had
set up their own sideline,

stripping out any buildings

that had been compulsorily
purchased for the road.

Doesn't that make them
local government property?

It's a nice little perk for
those that want to do it

after a hard day's work.

To which you turned a blind eye.

Could they have fallen
out over it,

this reclamation business?

It's possible.

Lord Lucan always
had a short fuse.

Can we get back to your bungs.

We've got enough to
charge him, Peter.

If you'll excuse me.

So why Simms
all of a sudden?

Because he's
around again,

and I want to find out
more more about him, Billy.

Well he's just a thief
from what I hear.

Clever as well, he's
not been caught in ages.

That's probably why he
calls himself Lord Lucan.

What's he been up to?

He's been working on he roads,

helping himself to
anything on-route.

Stripping out old houses,
with Keith Gibson, AKA Tarzan.

Gibbo's beein doing that
sort of thing for years.

Not anymore.

He's dead.

I think Clive Jacobs
killed him the other night.

His DNA was found at
the murder site.

Simms may have seen
Jacobs earlier in the day

so I badly want to talk to him.

He's got a missus.

Address?

I can ask around.

I can't figure why Jacobs'd
kill again.

That's my job.

Everyone thought
it were unlikely

that Jacobs'd do that
woman 16 years ago.

I mean, the man's a career
burglar, not a robber.

The forensic evidence
was irrefutable though.

Well, that's why most of
us accepted him going down.

Was anybody else ever
mentioned back then?

Simms did take over his patch

about a year after Jacobs
had gone down.

Why would Simms pick up
Jacobs from Wellblack

when he came out?

Some kind of arrangement?

I'll double that if
you can find Simms for me.

Stay right there, you bastard.

Why'd you change
your locks, Kay?

To keep you out.

Oh, no need for that, pet.

You left, I stayed.

This is my house now.

I just want a couple of things.

Well put it in writing
and piss off!

Got someone else, haven't you.

If you don't go I'll
slice you Harry.

Just do me one favor.

Don't tell anyone
I was here, okay?

And who'd be interested
in you, you bag of shite?

The Catholic Church once
used letters of the alphabet

to represent days,

'cause they didn't
want anything to do

with Norse gods and stuff.

You know, like Wednesday's
from Woden

and Thursday's from Thor.

Ah, Friday for a man.

Give him a break, Andy.

So, they devised a calendar

using the first seven
letters of the alphabet.

A to G.

Look, I don't care how
vital this is, Lateef,

you'd have lost the jury by now.

Sir please, stay with me.

The first Sunday of every
year was marked by a letter,

depending on on when
January the first fell.

In 1951, the first Sunday was
on the 7th, so that gets a G.

The first letter of the
inscription is G, meaning 1951,

the birthday of the man
in the shallow grave.

The next roman numeral is
V, which is the month, May.

The next is the day,
which is the third.

I'll have a vowel please, Carol.

Sir, at least we know
the victim was born

on May the third, 1951.

Yeah along with a hundred
thousand others.

Good work, Parvez.

Sir, I was just getting
call-outs,

there's been a break-in
reported at 27 Barnsbridge Road.

Mrs Simms?

It's only a break-in.

I didn't ask for a detective.

I was just passing.

Can I come in?

Well, I don't want to
make a fuss or nothing.

Does the name Harry mean
something to you?

How do you know about him?

I'm a policeman, and
he's a criminal.

If you can get him put away
for ten years I'll marry ya.

My name's Kay.

Well, tempting as it is
Kay, I don't accept bribes.

Sit down.

Sit down.

When did he walk?

Last August.

Happiest day of me life.

He's been back though,
hasn't he?

Today.

Look, I don't mind that
you phoned the police

to establish an insurance
claim but,

just tell me the truth
about Harry.

Right, ta.

He wanted something
from the house.

Did he get it?

Nope.

Was he in trouble with anyone?

Within the, criminal
fraternity I mean.

Probably.

He was always stepping
on other people's toes.

Like, Keith Gibson?

Tarzan.

I can tell from the look
on your face you know him.

Yeah, well he's been keeping
me company on and off

while Harry's been away.

I'm sorry Kay, he's dead.

Battered to death yesterday.

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

We've made an arrest,

but I think Harry may've got
someone to do his dirty work.

No, no, no, no no no no!

Was Harry ever violent to you?

This is a metal plate that I
got from a row we had in '98.

Look, if he gets in touch
with you again,

you gotta let me
know immediately.

You could be in danger.

Right.

So, um, so who is it
that's killed Keith then?

Well I've charged a friend of
Harry's called Clive Jacobs.

I'm innocent.

He's the bastard that
killed me sister.

When did he get out?

Jean Higgins, your sister?

I was only 15 when
she was killed.

I'll never get over it.

Why were you so friendly
with Harry Simms

when he took over
your territory?

When you get life, Dalziel,

you give up all territory
or rights.

And anyway, we had
an arrangement

from when we were in
the chuck together.

If either of us went down again,

we'd look after each
other's patch.

This is when you were both in
Wellblack at the same time?

1987 to '88?

Yeah, right.

Why are you going back to then?

Because I'm like that.

What was the timing
on your release?

Harry got out a couple
of days before me

and then I came home.

Broke into Jean Higgins'
house and killed her.

I told you, I was having
a fling with Jean.

She'd written to me a few times,
so I knew it was still on.

As soon as I got out I
went 'round to see her.

I couldn't get any answer
at the front,

so I went 'round the back.

That's when I saw the
broken pane of glass

in the kitchen door.

I was worried for her.

The door was open so I went in.

Jean, Jeanie are you there?

Jean?

She was a really beautiful girl.

I panicked, ran off.

Why didn't you phone the
police or an ambulance?

Shock.

Maybe I thought, if I
stood there like a lemon

I'd get done for it.

When we picked you up,

you agreed to give
us a blood sample,

so we could check it
against the blood

we found at the house.

On the paper towel on the floor.

I knew I was innocent.

I thought it would clear me,

but it didn't, did it?

Tell me again how
you got your cut.

I got it in the prison workshop.

I told you at the time,
it was on a workbench.

I cut it on a chisel.

Did anybody see you?

No, I suppose not.

Make more of a fuss, hey.

I reported it.

Was Harry Simms at the
workshop at the same time?

Behind me.

On the workbench
behind me, yeah.

Ow!

Dr. Brown?

It's Andy.

I could use some help.

Well you were probably
still at school,

but it looked to be a
straightforward murder.

Blood was found at the
scene, on a paper towel,

and the DNA sample that was
extracted was an exact match.

The accused even
volunteered his own sample

as proof of innocence.

And his fingerprints were
found on the door handle.

So why do you have doubts?

Well because it was early
days of DNA analysis,

everyone was going 'round
thinking it was a magic bullet,

but then yesterday, the same DNA

was found at the caravan murder.

Off cigarette butts.

But the man's only just
got out of jail.

Sounds like revenge.

Either by him or on him.

I'm beginning to worry that
he was the patsy both times.

He was a burglar.

I mean he wouldn't have
left his prints

if he was going in to
burgle the house.

But that's what it was
made to look like.

It would take an awful
lot of planning.

And mistaken assumptions by
the investigating officers.

The DNA sample at the caravan

could have been planted
by the killer

in an attempt to implicate
someone else,

but he's likely to have
left his own traces behind.

But you can't fake a blood
sample though, can you?

If it's any help, blood
samples don't last very long

unless they dry on glass,
or a paper towel, perhaps.

Are you alright?

Hey.

Sorry.

I'm always bringing
the job out with me.

Still, at least I can
talk about that fluently.

You're a great detective, Andy.

I'm not much of a catch.

I'll get the bill.

I'm gonna get you transferred
to a hospital, Clive.

You need to rest up.

What's all this about, Dalziel?

I now believe that
you were dating Jean Higgins,

but I've also discovered
that Harry Simms

was seeing her at the same time.

-

Paul Hobbs.

Yeah.

Why him?

-Brotherly feud looks like

a good place to start.

Peter, have you got a minute?

Sure.

I think I made a bollocks
of the Clive Jacobs case.

Both of them.

You're kidding?

Jacobs and Harry Simms were
both shagging Jean Higgins

but neither of them
knew about it.

She sent Jacobs love
letters when he was inside.

Simms found them, and so he
killed her, and set Jacobs up.

Now he's at it again,
murdering Keith Gibson,

or should I say Tarzan?

For shagging his wife,

and making it look
like Jacobs did it.

So he planted DNA samples
in both cases?

It's dead easy, isn't it?

Getting hold of somebody's
old ciggies.

Especially when you're
sitting opposite them.

What are you gonna do?

Bust a gut to catch Harry Simms.

When did you last see him?

Look, we know the two of
you had a bad relationship

at times, so let's not pretend
you never got angry with him.

We didn't come to blows.

You still haven't answered
my question.

Did you argue last night?

He said he wanted to give
me 50 grand to walk away.

Where would have got
that sort of money from?

I dunno.

Somebody must have
put him up to this.

So did you follow him out?

I did not kill him.

I might have wanted
to strangle him

but, I wouldn't do that
to my own flesh and blood.

I wouldn't do that.

What do you make of it Eleanor?

Two heavy blows to the head,

one that stunned, one
that killed, probably.

Can't be sure yet.

Have to confirm it at autopsy.

Any sign of a struggle?

There's no obvious bruises
on his arms.

There doesn't appear to be
anything under his fingernails.

So he was either taken unawares,

or attacked by someone he knew.

That is your area, Mr. Dalziel.

Where would a pub chef

like Paul Hobbs get 50 grand?

Well it could've been
from Cashman.

Though I doubt he'd have shared

Paul's up-market aspirations.

Anything's possible.

I'm beginning to think
that Clive Jacobs

is the only truly innocent
person in either case.

We've all made mistakes, Andy.

may have cost Jacobs the
best part of his life.

After taking advice
from my solicitor,

I now am prepared to admit

that I bribed the Strenton
parish council chairman.

Robin Blake?

That's the one.

Is that what made him
change his mind?

No, no.

I approached him eight,
nine months ago,

dropped a big hint,
about five grand,

but he said no, the bypass
would only go through

over his dead body.

But you kept working on him?

No.

He was so adamant
we dropped him.

Then out of the blue
he phoned me,

asked me if the money
was still available.

So I got it for him.

Only he wanted ten
now, not five.

Are we talking about
the same bloke here?

Retired university lecturer?

Well off, big house
full of books.

That's
him alright.

Although his manner
had changed a bit.

In what way?

Well he was just so upfront
about wanting the money

in exchange for his vote.

So I went 'round to
his house one night,

handed it over.

Wearing your duffel coat?

Well it was pissing down

and I don't have an
extensive wardrobe.

When?

November, I think.

The land sale went through
the following week.

Did you bribe anyone else?

Paul Hobbs, perhaps?

I don't enjoy doing
it, you know.

I'm just the fixer
for the big beasts

who want to keep their
hands clean.

But you're the catalyst
for a lot of trouble.

Look, I've done dozens
of these roads.

They always stir up buried
hatreds in small communities.

I've come to make an
offer on your house.

I don't have any record
of an appointment.

Did you go through
the estate agent?

No, just passing.

I'm a cash buyer.

Parvez Lateef.

My neighborhood watch
warned me about you lot.

You get people chatting
at the front door

while your pals nip
in 'round back.

I don't have any pals.

Mr?

No, I don't think you'd
enjoy it 'round here.

People might not be, your type.

What do you mean, not Yorkshire?

I'll bet they don't
know the names

of the 1924 County
Championship winning team.

Leyland, McCauley,
Waddington, Kilner.

Sutcliffe.

Dolphin.

Rhodes.

Yeah, come in.

It must be quite
emotional to leave a place

you've lived in for, how long?

Apart from university,
most of me life.

Really?

Where did you go?

Cambridge.

Which college?

Saint Catherine's.

Between Saint John's
and Trinity?

That's the one.

Lounge through here.

Classical fan, hey?

I bet there's no Russell
Watson in here.

I'm sorry?

Just a jest.

Lots of Tchaikovsky I see.

We used to listen to his
1812 Overture at school.

Well it's a fantastic
piece, isn't it?

It certainly is.

Lets you know exactly
how he felt

when he heard about Russia
defeating that Napoleon.

He may have been testing
me out of course,

but he seemed to think the
Cambridge college he went to

was next to Trinity.

Well me brother's there, and
it's way up next to King's.

Maybe he misheard you.

He's also an historian
who thinks Tchaikovsky

was around in 1815.

Well he weren't born until 1840.

Robin Blake's bank statements
for the last seven months.

See at the start he's got
more than 150,000 pounds

in his account.

But for the last six months,
there's been a regular transfer

of 10,000 pounds a month
to an account in Spain.

He's retiring there you said.

Yeah but at the same
time, he's been taking out

2,000 pounds a month in cash,

and all this activity
dates to roughly the time

of the first murder,
the body in the dig.

So?

Well this bloke's
a virtual recluse.

Why would he need
2 grand a month?

Or 10 grand from Cashman,
for that matter.

You've lost me.

I think someone's looting
this account.

It might be Blake himself,
but it may be someone else,

and I wonder if this
was where Paul Hobbs

was gonna get his 50,000 from.

-Sir.
-Yeah?

Your phone's ringing.

Alright.

I hope this info on
Harry Simms' whereabouts.

Every uniform in the
city's got his description.

Dalziel.

Eleanor, how nice to
hear from you, yeah.

Oh, really, is it, right.

Okay, I'll be right over.

Where is it?

Okey dokey, see you soon.

The facial reconstruction
of the skull is finished.

Are you coming?

I'll press on with this, thanks.

-Call me.
-Yeah.

Sir?

I think I've cracked the
inscription on the cufflinks

down at the dig.

The birthday we know
is May the third, 1951.

J1B I think stands for
Jeremiah 1:5, listen,

"Before I formed you in
the womb I knew you."

Tell Peter.

Right sir.

Such craftsmanship.

Oh, and I contacted
English Heritage,

and they're going to do
everything that they can

to preserve the site.

That's wonderful.

You should've told me you
had a conflict of interest

when you were examining
the dig site.

There was none.

Nor was there when I
dealt with the murder

at the road-makers' camp.

I conducted my duties with
complete professionalism.

Even when I realized that Janet

could be accused of murdering
the man in the caravan.

Eleanor doesn't have to
decare her sexuality to you,

does she Dalziel?

I'd appreciate it
if my private life

stayed that way, Andy.

You won't give her a
hard time, will you?

No, you get that, if I
choose to take it up.

Accepting Atherton's
daughter on a degree course

in return for his tip-off
about the site.

Making a deal with Cashman

that allowed his thugs
to get bail.

Archeology's a dirty
business, Dalziel.

Do you want to see this?

I think I'll save it for
the lull spot in me evening.

You know that, let's get he
skull out of the box moment.

What a terrible waste.

Chicken tikka masala,

and you picked an
Indian dish, sir?

Looks like the diet's
off in a big way, then.

Au contraire, this
is the Atkins diet.

Tommy Atkins.

Tell him, Parvez.

What have you found?

The DNA at the body of the dig,

and the DNA from the Hobbs
murder site, they're the same.

Same?

It's impossible.

That'd mean the stiff killed
another bloke six months later.

You've been reading too
much of the bible, Lateef.

Bear with me sir,
it is possible.

How?

Identical twins.

They have the same DNA.

Bollocks.

The body at the dig could've
had a twin who murdered him,

and whose DNA would just show
up at the scene as identical.

That same twin must have
then murdered Paul Hobbs.

Well let's ask him,
he's in here.

Bloody hell.

Robin Andrew Blake,
born third of May 1951,

to James and Martha
Blake, Alborough.

Is that the date you had Parvez?

Yes sir, May third.

And another boy.

Stuart Anthony Mills.

Born to Gerard and Mary Mills,

on the same day, third of May,

Alborough, that must
be the twin.

Are you sure your
dates are right?

Pretty much, sir.

The Dominical days.

The formula works right
though the year

for a complete calendar.

Blake's cottage is called
Black Friars.

The common name for
the Dominicans.

There's a Dominican priory
over at Alborough isn't there?

These kids could've
been adopted.

How may I help you?

Well it's probably
before your time, ma'am.

We have a dead man,
a murdered soul,

but there's a possible link
to the Dominican order.

Not a monk or a father I hope?

No, I don't think so, no.

This man was found wearing
a pair of silver cufflinks.

There was an engraving on them.

Partly in Dominican letters,
partly a Latin reference

to a biblical text.

The letters suggest a birthdate.

May the third, 1951.

I was wondering whether
your order

took in orphans back then?

We also believe that
this man, boy,

was born with an identical twin.

Would there be a chance

that they could be linked
to this place?

Murder, you said?

I'm afraid so.

By whose hand?

We suspect the other twin.

The order has always
taken in orphans

or children in distress,

and found them caring families.

Would there be records?

No need, superintendent.

In another life, I was brought
to this place from Ireland,

as a sixteen-year-old,

with child as they
said in those days.

Two children, it transpired,
twins.

Beautiful boys.

They were taken from me

and found loving homes
in god-fearing families,

while I stayed on to make my
penitence and serve the lord.

I'm most terribly sorry, ma'am.

I wanted the boys
to have a set each

of my father's silver cufflinks,

for when they became men.

Inscribed with their
birthdate and,

yes, my own little
message to them.

"Before I formed you in
the womb, I knew you."

Look, the diary stops
last November,

the time of the murder.

Meaning that it's
Blake that's dead.

Well, it fits.

You know, the sudden
change of behavior,

accepting the bribe,
looting the bank account,

selling the house.

How could a second twin
impersonate a man they don't
know?

Well, it's all in these.

Every day of Blake's life.

Who he liked, what he
did, what he thought.

With the bonus that Blake led
a quiet life in the village.

Total life swap, spooky.

That's the hardest
interview I've done since,

well, Clive Jacobs
the other day.

Well at least she's got
her faith to sustain her.

What's Jacobs got?

A couple of months?

If I'm right about Simms
being the killer, absolution.

No comfort there.

No ta, driving.

Best be off anyway.

Er, on your way out,
can you report

a missing file from my office?

Subject, Dr. Rix.

Crime, theft of my dreams.

I did try to tell you she
and Brown were an item.

When I phoned Dr. Brown the
other morning, Rix answered.

Begged me not to let on.

Anyway, I shredded her file.

Best to move on.

Er, ordinarily that would
be a disciplinary offense.

Dalziel.

Sorry?

Kay, is that you?

-

Harry?

I've got your passport.

Come here.

I think I'll stay put
and take the money

if it's all the same to you.

-

-I wouldn't give you

thirty pence you bitch!

Let her go Simms!

I'll break her neck!

You're going down for
two murders, Simms.

Don't make it three!

I know how you set Jacobs up.

You want another death on
your conscience, Dalziel?

Let her go!

-

-

That was for Jean, Mr. Dalziel.

You don't mind, do ya?

I always said I'd get the
man who killed me sister.

Stuart Mills.

We think we can prove that you
killed for twin, Robin Blake,

then lived as him
for several months

while asset stripping
his estate.

We know you sent money from
Blake's bank account to Spain.

Two babies lying in cots
over 50 year ago.

One gets lucky.

Nice parents, comfortable
house, good education.

The other gets nothing.

So their whole lives are
determined by sheer chance.

My mom and dad weren't
exactly the Rockefellers,

life's what you make of it.

Not from a rundown farm
in East Yorkshire,

where your father gets
drunk every night.

Not from leaving school at
16 to do his work for him.

Not from being screwed by banks

whenever you try to
make things better.

How did you find out
that you had a twin?

Well I felt he was
there all along.

Must be to do with lying
side-by-side on the womb.

And then last year when
me adoptive mother died,

she left me a long letter.

The farm had gone
out of business

and so me only legacy was to
find that I was illegitimate

and that there was somebody
else, who had my life.

So, I thought I'd
pay him a visit.

But it wasn't until I got here

that I realized that you
really couldn't tell us apart.

No trouble finding him.

Photos plastered everywhere.

And then I saw the house.

-

Lined with books.

-

He was so shocked, he couldn't
speak for about five minute.

I told him who I was and
what had happened to us,

and who our real mother was.

He'd never been told,
he never knew.

And then I showed
him the only thing

that our mother had
passed onto us.

This symbol of the
heartless church

that had made her give
away her babies.

Had you planned to kill him?

No.

But he was so hostile to me.

He was so angry with me
for coming into his life.

He showed me no brotherly
love, not an ounce.

I told him that I'd
like a settlement.

A balancing for the
life that he'd had,

the one that I hadn't.

He just told me to leave.

You can't just walk into my life

and expect to share it!

But I'm your brother!

We could be together.

We could meet our real
mother, share our lives again.

I'm gonna call the police.

This has gotta stop, now.

No!

-

He told me to leave.

This has gotta stop.

-Leave.
-Now.

Now, stop.

I still don't know,

how I could've done it.

But I did.

I sat staring at his
body for hours.

Then you took away his identity.

I took.

After I got over the shock,

I worked out how I
could be him long enough

to get at his money.

And then I did what
was necessary.

-

I changed me vote for
Cashman's money.

I resigned from the council,

and I went to Spain
to look for a house.

And when I came back
I'd been ostracized

by most of the village,

which as it happened
was a big help.

Why did you kill Paul Hobbs?

From the diaries
I knew that Robin

had always been a good
friend to him.

He'd encouraged his
culinary ambitions.

He'd paid for a course
at catering college.

He'd mentioned that the school
was being reconstructed.

Then he came to see me.

He'd rumbled me.

I offered him money, 50,000.

You hoped his greed
was greater than yours.

Well I, I could see
me whole life

being snatched away from me.

Me new life.

I'd put a deposit on a
place in Spain!

Oh I'm sorry I killed him.

.

I'm sorry.

I will push for a
complete pardon

and make sure that
legal compensation

goes to whoever you nominate.

I don't have anybody.

Give it to a cancer charity.

Or prison reform.

Clive.

I, I can't tell you
how sorry I am.

At least you weren't
doing it deliberately.

Not like Harry Simms was.

My incompetence helped him.

Is it a nice day outside?

It's not bad, yeah.

Walk me 'round a bit.

I'd love to see some sky.

What do the yanks call it?

Closure.

No such thing, Peter.