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♪ Ohhhhh ♪

♪ So this love in my life ♪

♪ Went away somewhere new ♪

♪ My heart was broken ♪

♪ When I found
that this was true ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm crazy ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm so
crazy about our love ♪

♪ One day, one day ♪

♪ Oh, one day ♪

♪ He came back
through that door ♪

♪ And he said that the
stormy days had passed ♪

♪ That if there's one
thing in this world ♪

♪ It's that you
and me will last ♪

♪ Because we're crazy ♪

♪ We're so crazy
about our love ♪

♪ Oh, about our love ♪

So if I had to put
it in a nutshell,

the job is a case
of 1% inspiration,

99% perspiration.

And 100% desperation.

Any questions?

- Sir? Sir? Sir? Sir?
- You got a gun?

Not one of my own,
no. Anybody else?

Well, how do you kill people?

Sir? Sir?

I bore them to
death, apparently.

Can you kill Fat Freddie for us?

Quiet, quiet.

Have a bit of respect.

All right. What do you want
to be when you leave school?

William Burroughs.

- What?
- Sir?

He's the only serious
novelist currently working.

And you've just confirmed
my opinion that the police force

is an obsolete,
reactionary monolith.

- Right.
- Sir?

- Yes, Freddie.
- I want to be a policeman, sir.

Will you remind me
why I had to do that?

To get to know the
community you serve.

The England of tomorrow.

Well, if that's the England
of tomorrow, we're stuffed.

What are you doing?

I'm looking up "monolith."

Sir? Miss Laura
Fenwick on the line again.

Third time this week.

Please tell her I will call her
back as soon as time permits.

Sir.

And you get that
stupid grin off your face.

Oh, go on, then. Who is she?

Hello.

Right.

Get your coat back on.

'Round the back.

- XK140, that.
- I saw it.

Sergeant Blacksmith, sir.

- Local nick?
- Yes, sir.

Victim known to you?

Alfred Peachment. Aged about 75.

Let's have a look.

Oh...

What do these injuries tell you?

Well...

Summat sharp and,
you know, heavy, as well.

No injuries to the body, sir.

Found a weapon yet?

We're searching the
shed now, Mr. Gently.

- Something sharp and heavy.
- Take your pick.

- Something missing.
- Keep searching the garden.

Back door's been forced, sir.

Any ideas, Sergeant?

The position of the
body would indicate...

Sergeant Blacksmith.

Victim disturbs a
burglar, or burglars.

Chases them into the garden.

There's a fight. The old
man's beaten to death.

Sir? Excuse me.

He was, uh... He
was selling the house,

and a Mrs. Davidson,
who found the body,

was here to view the property.

Yeah, that's right.

Live here alone, did he?

He had a wife, but
she left him years ago.

Do you want me to find her?

No, it's all right. I can
manage that, Sergeant.

C.I.D. takes over
the case now. Right.

What's the story?

The place just got too
much for him, did it?

Imagine so, sir.

Big old place.
What's the history?

It's been all sorts
over the years.

- It was a school at one time.
- Was he a teacher?

His wife did the
teaching, I think.

But that closed down years ago,

after the Children's
Act of 1947.

The act brought in a load
of rules and regulations.

A lot of little charity schools
decided to close down.

After that, he just lived in it.

You're very well
informed, Sergeant.

I like to know the
community I serve, sir.

Mr. Peachment a
keen gardener, was he?

No, sir. He was
too frail for that.

I was wondering if you'd notice.

- Notice what?
- Gardens are very well tended.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, it's... it's obvious.

So?

He had a lad do
the garden for him.

His name's Harry Carson.

- And where can I find him?
- There's no sign of him, sir.

I can get onto that.

- Did the shed have a lock on it?
- No.

Ask Mrs. Davidson
to go inside, will you?

Shall I let the body go?

Yes, Sergeant Blacksmith.
Very impressive.

Thank you, Mr. Gently.

Something annoying
you, Sergeant?

He's a bit of a
swot, him, isn't he?

"Children's Act, 1947, sir."

What, is he going on "Double
Your Money" or summat?

I should imagine he's studying
for his inspector's exams.

He's a keen lad.

Sir, nobody is keener
than me on that promotion.

I just don't make a
song and dance about it.

Maybe you should. There's
only one inspector's job going.

I'm in property.

The house and
land were for sale.

As of this morning,
they belong to me.

So you had an appointment
with Mr. Peachment?

Like a handover?

No. He had no reason to be here.

Right. So how exactly
did you find the body?

I went through the door to
the garden, and there he was.

- Dead.
- Well, obviously.

- Any sign of anybody else?
- No.

Didn't see a lad called
Harry Carson, for instance?

Don't know anyone
called Harry Carson.

I didn't ask if you knew
him. Asked if you saw him.

He's the gardener.

No.

Had you been to
the house before?

No. Why?

What, you bought the
place without looking at it?

I'm not intending to live in it.
I'm going to redevelop the site.

Demolish the house?

Yes.

So, right.

You found the body,
you drove to a phone box,

you dialed 999, came back,
and you waited for the police.

And that's all I know.
So can I go now, please?

Do I detect a local
accent, Mrs. Davidson?

It's not Mrs. Davidson.
It's Miss Davidson.

Sorry.

And yes.

I was born in
Hexham. May I go now?

Is this not a listed building?

Yes.

So you would need permission
to demolish the house?

The local authority's already
passed a demolition order on it.

Town and Country
Planning Act, guv.

Also 1947, by the way.

So if a planner

wants to demolish
a listed building,

they have to prove it's in
serious danger of collapse.

Doesn't look like
it's collapsing to me.

The surveyors disagreed.

If Mr. Peachment had
sold you the house,

how come his stuff's still here?

He was supposed
to have moved out.

But he didn't.

Did Mr. Peachment want to
leave his house, Miss Davidson?

No. He didn't.

But this demolition order
meant he had no choice.

That's a stroke of
luck for you, innit?

What does that mean?

Well, maybe you've got
friends here from the old days.

You know, folks on
the local authority

or planning committee, even.

I have no friends
here, Mr. Bacchus.

Of any kind.

And please tell me when
it becomes an offense

in this country to build houses,

because that's
when I'll emigrate.

That's Harry Carson.

- The gardener?
- Uh-huh.

He's already on our books.

He's been cautioned for
violent behavior three times.

If he knows the
community he serves,

how come Sergeant
Clever-Clogs didn't know that?

Can't know everybody.

What did you make
of Cora Davidson?

They're all at it, man.

Who are at what?

Property developers and
local authority and that.

Little backhander
here, greasy palm there.

And what is your
evidence for this?

I don't need any evidence.

Did you see the way
she looked at us?

Here's a tip, Sergeant.

Don't put that in
your inspector's exam.

Question 23... What are the laws
of evidence in corruption cases?

John Bacchus's answer...

They're guilty if they
give you a funny look.

How do we know Cora
Davidson didn't kill him?

Why would she force the
lock? She had her own key.

To make it look like
a bodged robbery.

Maybe. A lot of blood
came out of that old man.

Did you see any on her?

Well, she had time
to clean herself up.

Now, I've asked her the
exact time she made the 999,

but we've only got her word for
what time she got to the house.

Go on.

The old man found evidence

the demolition
order was bent, right?

So he threatened to expose her.
That is why he was at the house.

She couldn't stand the thought

of losing the money
she'd make, so...

- She topped him.
- Nah.

Sir, she's greedy.

She's got pound signs hanging
in festoons from her eyes, man.

Find the gardener.

All right. All right.

One question, though.

Was she or was she
not hiding something?

- 100%.
- Well, then, let's bring her in.

When we know what to ask her.

Meanwhile, find out what
happened to Enid Peachment,

and then find me
at Harrison House.

Seems you have a visitor.

One of the lads you
spoke to this morning?

Oh, for God... Not Fat Freddie.

Evening, all.

Good luck, Sergeant.

I was thinking.

Maybe I should just destroy
the system from the inside.

You know, the most
contrainstinctual thing

a writer could do...
Join the police force.

"Contra" what?

You all right, Sergeant?

Sir.

What's happening here?

Chief Inspector, Phillip Morgan.

What are you doing here?

- Dr. Morgan's here because...
- Be quiet.

I was the deceased
man's G.P. I'm retired now.

No, I said what
are you doing here?

I was looking for some papers

that I thought might've
caused embarrassment

to poor old Alfred.

- Medical things?
- No.

Mr. Gently, I happen to be
on the planning committee.

Alfred wrote us some
rather silly letters.

Silly allegations.

I thought he might
have kept copies.

He thought the
decision was bent?

- Yes.
- Was it?

- Of course not.
- What exactly was he alleging?

Can't remember the details.

And why exactly did
the planning committee

decide to demolish the house?

It had become a
blot on the landscape.

Really?

Have you any idea who would
want to kill Alfred Peachment?

I think when you
find Harry Carson,

you'll find your answer.

Poor lad can't keep
control of his temper.

I've known him all his life.

And why would Harry Carson

lose his temper with
Alfred Peachment?

That I don't know.

But he loves the garden.

Maybe Alfred told him
it was to be bulldozed.

Is that what you think happened?

No, sir.

Why would Harry Carson
force the back door?

- How well do you know him?
- I know him well, sir.

Empty your pockets, please.

- What?
- Empty your pockets.

I suggest you spend tonight
trying to remember the details

of those "silly" allegations
because I want to hear them.

Tomorrow morning.
Police headquarters.

10:00 sharp.

- Sir, I can vouch for...
- You're suspended.

Sir, I've got exams
in a couple of days.

Oh, you can sit them.

If you think it's
worth your while.

How do you and
Morgan know each other?

He was...

Don't give me any
flannel about knowing

the community you serve, either.

He was our family
doctor when I was a kid.

Well, this is a close-knit
little community, innit?

Go home.

Sir.

This is a letter dated two
years ago from Cora Davidson

offering to buy Harrison House.

Sir.

And here is Alfred Peachment's
reply, politely declining.

And what happens next?

The demolition order is
passed. How convenient.

- Sir!
- What?

Harry Carson is in the garden.

I'm walking down
the side of the house,

and he just walks past
us like nothing's happened.

Harry Carson.

Harry.

You've got blood on your shirt.

He hasn't said a word.
What's all that about?

He has the right
to remain silent.

Yeah, but literally not a word.

Do you think he looks
capable of murder?

If the garden was his life.

And apparently he has a temper.

The stains on his shirt match
Alfred Peachment's blood group.

- Same as his own.
- So it proves nothing.

Sir, I know you're
busy, but Mrs. Fenwick...

She keeps calling.
What do I say?

Same as last time.

She's just somebody I used to
know a long time ago, all right?

Harry, Mr. Gently and me,

we're... we're
trying to help you.

Do you understand?

Well, then you need
to talk to us, Harry.

Something's happened
to Mr. Peachment.

He's been murdered.

Did you know that?

Come on, Harry, talk to us.
How did you cut your hand?

Were you at Harrison
House this morning?

Harry, if you did this, it is
best that you tell us now.

Was it you?

Guv, he can't talk.

Can you write, Harry?

Can you write?

- Can I take his cuffs off?
- Yeah.

Who killed him, Harry?

Write it down.

Aah! Sir!

Get men in here!

You said he was off this case.

He's known the lad a long time.
We need somebody he trusts.

Why did you ask him to
write? Course he can't write.

He's never been
to school in his life.

Why didn't you tell
us he was dumb?

The locals call
him the dummy lad.

You should let a
doctor check you out.

I'm fine.

You're a clot, aren't you?

You can't bash people 'cause
you bloody well feel like it.

Can you?

Did you think Mr. Bacchus was
taking the mickey about writing?

What?

- He wasn't, Harry.
- I wasn't.

- He thought you were, though.
- But I wasn't.

Yeah, but he thought
you were, though.

Mr. Bacchus says he's sorry.

Don't you, Sergeant?

Do it.

Sorry.

Harry.

Did you know the house
was going to be demolished

and your garden with it?

If I ask you a question,

will you give me
the right answer?

Good lad.

Did Alfred tell you about the
house having to be pulled down

and your lovely garden with it?

That wasn't today,
though, was it?

Ask him questions.
Don't give him answers.

Were you at the
house this morning?

Think carefully.

Do you know anything...
Anything about Alfred's murder?

Anything?

Good lad.

Well done.

So...

Not only a legal genius,
he's a saint and all.

Eh, saint my ass. He was
leading him by the nose.

We need to find out more
about Sergeant Blacksmith.

- His dad was an inspector.
- In this force?

In that town.
Divisional commander.

Topped himself year before last.

Find out if there's any
connection between

the Blacksmith family
and Alfred Peachment.

Listen, sir. Who's
fault is all this?

Who was pushing
Peachment into selling up?

It was Cora Davidson.

And her friends on
the planning committee.

- I want to go after them.
- Fine by me.

- Right.
- Any sign of the widow?

Oh, yes. We traced her
to a house in Berwick.

But it was empty.

All right. Find out when
the will's being read.

- Right.
- And check that 999 call.

- Which service do you require?
- Oh...

I've been thinking.

Maybe I should just go
for the fast-track route.

You know, graduate
entry into the police force.

I mean, who wants to waste
time plodding around on the beat?

Kevin, "A," you haven't got a
degree because you're only 17.

And "B," it's been
a long day. I'm tired.

I haven't got me dictionary,

so I won't know what
you're talking about.

I've got me first poetry
reading on Friday. If you're free.

For clarity, Kevin... Piss
off and leave me alone.

I'm a detective. I'm not
a careers-advice officer.

I'm not a poetry critic.

I mean, why me?

He's just a kid with a head
full of ideas he's got from books.

He doesn't know
what to do with them.

He was hoping
you might help him.

Harry Carson hasn't had
much of a life, has he?

No brothers or sisters.

And no parents.
They died in the war.

Let's look around.

They might have
missed something.

Oh.

Sir, this is, uh...
Well, it's brilliant.

Where did you get it?

All in the box marked
"Harrison House... Legal."

Clearly, Alfred Peachment
threw nothing away.

So the wife wrote letters
supporting the demolition

of her husband's house.

Correct.

And the survey condemning
it as structurally unsound

was carried out by
Dr. Morgan's brother.

Also correct.

And the wife, Enid Peachment,

is Dr. Morgan's sister.

Yes, tight-knit little
town, Sergeant.

They were stitching
up that old fellow

like a kipper, weren't they?

Do you mind if I lean
on Morgan a little bit?

Much as you like.

One man's dead

because of decisions made
by your planning committee.

Does that bother you at all?

I've been advised
not to say anything...

Oh, you felt the need to
take legal advice, did you?

It seemed a wise
precaution, given...

Can I just interrupt you
there, just for a minute, Doc?

- You are a doctor, aren't you?
- Well, I used to be.

I keep getting this funny
buzzing sound in me left ear.

It's been driving us mad.

Well, how long has
it been going on?

Since you opened
your mouth! Right.

What were you looking
for at Harrison House?

Was it this, Dr. Morgan?

This is the dead man's
copy of the survey

your committee ordered to be
carried out on Harrison House.

A survey which found
the house to be unsound.

A survey which was carried out
by a man called Trevor Morgan.

Now, please tell me
it's just a coincidence

that this damning survey
was carried out by your brother.

And please tell me that
it's also a coincidence

that the person who
might benefit most from this

was your sister, Enid Peachment.

My brother's firm is
the most reputable...

Not only that. I keep
getting sweaty armpits.

You know? Must
be all this hot air.

And I keep getting
anxiety attacks.

I find that the only
thing that cures them

is if I hit somebody
really hard!

Maybe... maybe... We
erred on Enid's side.

My sister is elderly.

Without the income
from the sale of the house,

she was facing
destitution in old age.

Where is your sister
now, Dr. Morgan?

I would like to ask
her some questions

about how Alfred Peachment died.

Enid is at my house.

She needed somewhere
to stay for the funeral.

Did you know Inspector
Clive Blacksmith, Dr. Morgan?

- Of course.
- Of course.

Everybody knows
everybody in your little town.

I forgot.

And did he also know Alfred
Peachment, by any chance?

Well, yes. They
were friends until...

Yes. They were friends.

Until what?

Until Inspector Blacksmith died.

Or killed himself, in fact.

Would you have any
idea why he did that?

No.

Until what, Dr. Morgan?

Did something happen
between Alfred Peachment

and Clive Blacksmith?

Alfred...

Alfred asked Clive Blacksmith

to stop the demolition order.

And how was Inspector
Blacksmith going to do that?

Just...

I don't know. Exert pressure.

Exert pressure how? On whom?

I see.

Shortly after this,

Inspector Blacksmith
took his own life?

- Yes.
- Yeah?

O merciful God,

the Father of our
Lord Jesus Christ,

who is the
resurrection and the life,

in whomsoever believeth
shall live, though he die,

and whosoever liveth
and believeth in him

shall not die eternally.

Come ye blessed...

Well, there's Dr. Morgan.

Who's the other bloke?

I bet he's the brother.

You know, the one that
did the dodgy survey.

God.

Is there anybody in this town

who isn't related
to everybody else?

Probably all got webbed feet.

Why's she here?

Guilt. Or callousness.

Oh, here we go. Look.

The brokenhearted widow.

And this year's Oscar

for best supporting
hypocrite goes to...

Guv.

Now, wouldn't you just love
to hear that conversation?

Why did you have
to come here today?

You've got what you wanted.

Maybe I like burials.

And Harry Carson.
What will happen to him?

Bit late for you to start caring
about Harry Carson, isn't it?

All this has happened
because of you.

No. No, Dr. Morgan.

All of this has happened
because of you.

And you.

Harrison House costing you
more than you thought, dear?

Old friends?

I told you, Mister Gently.
I have no friends here.

I have only one friend
in the world... Money.

Money never lets you down.

Money always gets
you what you want.

Is that what you were talking
to Mrs. Peachment about?

Or was it what happened
the day her husband died?

Are you questioning
me, Chief Inspector?

No, but I will want to. So
stay in the area, please.

I'll be staying until the
bulldozers leave, Mr. Gently.

Run a complete background
check on Cora Davidson.

Find out where her
money came from.

Where do you want the widow?

I want her walking down
memory lane, Sergeant.

You must have many memories

of Harrison House,
Mrs. Peachment.

Happy ones.

I had my son, Laurie, here.

Oh, was your son unable
to attend the funeral, then?

Why have you brought me here?

It seems you
wrote several letters

in support of the demolition.

Oh, yes.

Best thing could be done
to this place is to pull it down.

Sorry, pet. You didn't
answer me question.

Why wasn't your
son at the funeral?

Laurie lives in
Tasmania, Sergeant.

He has a sheep farm.

He emigrated as
soon as he was 18,

and I should have gone with him.

Who wants to live
in England now?

All these foreigners.

Boys with long hair.

Girls flashing their
backsides at all the men

every time they bend over.

Everything's a mess.

- Do you know Harry Carson?
- Oh, all these questions.

The dummy lad.

Oh, the lad that did the garden.

It seems possible

that he may have murdered
your former husband.

Yes.

Well, he never was
right in the head.

He was still my
husband, you know?

You weren't divorced? Why not?

Because that's not what you do.

Have you injured
yourself, Mrs. Peachment?

- I-I fell.
- Oh.

That's what happens
when you get older.

Your legs let you down.

When did you last
see your husband?

Yesterday morning
at the funeral parlor.

Yes. Before that.

Years ago.

So then I'd be
mistaken in thinking

that you might have
been here at the house

on the day he was murdered?

Why on earth should
I want to come here?

Did the late
Inspector Blacksmith

try to influence you against
the demolition of the house?

What influence would
he have over me?

- Any idea why he killed himself?
- None at all.

Tired of living, perhaps.

So you'll inherit the house.

I own half of it
already, Sergeant.

Yeah, but it's no value to
you until it's sold, though, is it?

- Which it has been.
- To Cora Davidson.

Tell me... Your husband
clearly didn't want to sell.

But once he knew
he had no choice,

why didn't he put it
on the open market?

Why give Cora
Davidson a free run?

She made a very good offer.

£20,000.

Which you'll inherit
now that he's dead.

The will was read
this morning, Sergeant.

Alfred left his
share to charity.

Cora Davidson.

Harry Carson. He had a motive.

Of sorts.

Both had the opportunity.
Both had the means.

Shed full of tools.

Yeah, and he was
covered in matching blood,

which he can't explain.

And she paid over
the odds for the house.

What about Enid? Now,
she obviously hated him.

But why?

And why did their son leave for
Tasmania as soon as he could?

Tasmania.

It's about as far
away from England

as you could possibly get.

Why did she leave
in the first place?

Something to do with the
school closing down maybe.

It's 'round about the same time.

Sergeant Blacksmith
mentioned school.

Oh, God.

Good old clever-clogs
Blacksmith.

"Children's Act? Oh,
that's 1947, Hughie."

"Correct, Sergeant.
You've got yourself £16.

Would you like to double
your money, go for 32?"

"Yes. Thinking of taking me
paralyzed mum to Lourdes."

Guv?

Sergeant Blacksmith said,

"Of course Harry
Carson can't write.

He's never been
to school in his life."

Well, you can't go to school
if you can't talk, can you?

So why was there
a school photograph

on Harry Carson's wall?

Recognize it?

Harrison House.

What do we do now?

On the day of the
murder, Phillip Morgan,

aided and abetted by
Sergeant Blacksmith,

took a huge risk by
going to Harrison House

to try and find something.

Monday morning we
start taking that place apart

till we find out what.

That 999 call, sir.

The time that Cora
Davidson said it was made

is correct according to the log.

See if Sergeant Blacksmith was
part of the response to the 999.

Sir.

Yeah?

Yeah, okay. All right.

No, no, no.

No, I'm not going
to be home till later.

Because I'm going
to a poetry reading.

Don't care if you don't
believe me, actually, and...

Listen, how many
times have I told you

never to call me at work?

Lisa...

- Want some advice?
- Not really.

Take a good look in the
mirror. Someday soon.

Thanks.

Sergeant Blacksmith wasn't a
part of the response team, sir.

He was already there
when they arrived.

So, what was he doing there?

Anything else
before I go home, sir?

The background check
on Cora Davidson?

In front of you there, sir.

- Anything show up?
- A criminal record.

- Fraud?
- Attempted suicide.

21 days in Styal Prison.

- Good night, sir.
- Good night, Taylor.

- Taylor.
- Nearly made it.

Alfred Peachment's will.

He left all his
money to charity.

Find out which
charity, will you?

Oh, I can already
tell you that, sir.

It's all over tonight's
Evening Chronicle.

He left it all to a
children's home.

- Good night, sir.
- Good night, Taylor.

- Evening.
- Sir.

Oh. God.

Give me a heart attack, then.

I thought you were
going to a poetry reading.

Starts at 8:00.

So why are you here?

- Why are you here?
- I asked first.

Because there's
something wrong, guv.

There is something wrong.

Exam revision time.
Suicide Act, 1961.

Oh, um...

Yeah, I know
this one. It's, uh...

Yeah, it... It
decriminalized suicide.

Prior to that?

Well, attempted suicide

was still punishable
by a prison term.

Correct.

And Cora Davidson served
one. Seven years ago.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Have you any
idea why she did it?

No. Quite like to
ask her, though.

God, can you imagine that?

You think you've
topped yourself,

and then you wake up in hospital

and they go and
stick you inside.

Any luck?

I mean...

Quotes for repainting the
front of the house... 1953.

1941... Quotes for
repair to the cellar steps.

Letters to the
Ministry of Supply

for the sighting of pylons
for the National Grid.

"Not across my land,
thank you very much."

It's just... It's endless.

This'll make you laugh.

Did you know that
they were both MBEs?

- What cellar?
- Here, look.

1946.

"To Alfred and Enid Peachment,

in recognition of your
service to local community."

- You what?
- I said, "What cellar?"

There is a cellar in
this house somewhere,

and we need to find it.

Take up the carpets.
Tap the walls.

Do it thoroughly. There
might be a hidden panel.

Guv, what you looking for?

I'm looking for signs of change.

Something that doesn't...

That small window. That
must be under the stairs.

Guv. Guv'nor.

Look.

There's the window.

"Harrison House Children's Home.

Medical Records."

This wasn't a school.
This was an orphanage.

"April 12, 1945.

- Daniel Mason, aged 11."
- Yeah.

"Broken arm. Fell in cellar."

All signed by the same doctor,

the medical officer
for Harrison House,

Dr. Phillip Morgan.

Sir, look at this.

"May 18th. Cora Heston."

Cora.

"Cora Heston, aged
10. Bleeding in the night."

Do you think it's her?

Well, if it is,
she's back again.

As the owner.

Why, after 19 years?

Yeah, but remember
what she said.

She doesn't want
the house to live in it.

She wanted the land to build on.

No, she doesn't want the house.
She wants to demolish the house.

She wants to wipe the
house off the face of the earth.

I mean, what are we
saying here? Revenge?

Cora got the dummy
lad to kill him?

And bloody Blacksmith
covering their tracks!

You know, he lied
about the 999, right?

'Cause he was already there.

Sorry.

"Bleeding."

What sort of bleeding?
What does that mean?

Well...

I mean, do girls start their,
um, periods at that age?

Yeah. It's feasible.

Do you think he
was cutting them?

Cutting kids with... with
knives or something?

Is that why his face
was all cut to shreds?

No.

I don't think he was
cutting them with knives.

And I don't think that that
was why a 10-year-old girl

was bleeding in the night.

This never had anything to
do with planning applications

or demolition orders, did it?

No.

We need to draw
up a list of every child

who ever lived in
Harrison House.

And we keep this inquiry
between ourselves for now.

I don't want anybody
else to know about it.

- You talk only to me.
- Okay.

Wait, wait. What's this?

Well, he's violent.

Violent? He can hardly
keep his eyes open, man.

Go on. Take the handcuffs off.

- No can do.
- Has he seen a doctor?

Aye. He's had something
to calm him down.

Like what?

Largactil.

Bang on the door
when you're ready.

Harry!

What's Largactil?

Call it the "liquid cosh."

Harry.

Harry. I want to
show you something.

Do you remember us, Harry?

Are you in this
photograph, Harry?

It says "1945" on the back.

It's Harrison House, isn't it?

I don't even think he knows...

Do you want the pen?

Give him your pen.

You are joking, aren't you?
Nearly killed me last time.

Give him the pen.

Come on.

Go on, son.

Is that you, Harry?

Who are they?

Have I changed
that much, George?

Laura.

I was... I was
looking for long hair.

It's been a long time.

I was devastated to
hear about Isabella.

I was never sure. Did
she ever know about us?

Oh, yes. I told her
the whole story.

About how I'd met this
beautiful medical student

who was patiently waiting for
me to come back from the war.

Then I met somebody in Naples.

- More beautiful.
- No.

Isabella was my soul mate.

Anyway...

If I hadn't found Isabella,
you'd never have found Ken.

Yeah. Well...

- What, didn't work out?
- Oh, it has to work out.

For the children.

Oh.

Oh!

Shall we be bold and
not talk about the past?

Shall we go on our first date?

Well, that's a good idea. Yeah.

So tell me, Laura, what
do you do for a living?

I'm a clinical
pediatrician, George.

I treat illness and
injury in children.

Yes.

I think I may need some
help from you, Laura.

I've got all
evening if you have.

I think some children
have been harmed.

I think someone has
been hurting children.

Hurting them how?

Which children? Who are they?

Broken bones. Concussion.

Scalp wounds.
Stitches. Vomiting.

And?

Bleeding.

A 10-year-old girl
bleeding in the night.

From where?

Records don't say.

But I think this
girl has come back

to demolish the house in
which she bled 20 years ago.

Are you familiar with the
term "pedophile," George?

Yes.

It's usually a
father or an uncle.

Or a father and an uncle.
They tend to hunt in packs.

And it's never
dealt with. Never.

The police are...

Sorry, George. The
police are hopeless.

Nobody wants to believe this.

Even the wives and the mothers,
they always say the same thing.

"I didn't know."

This wasn't a family, Laura.
This was a children's home.

You weren't gonna
call me back, were you?

Until this came up.

No.

The way I feel at
the moment, Laura,

I just have great
difficulty with the past.

I'm sorry.

I just needed, um...

I don't know.

I mean, this is real, is it?

That this sort of thing does
happen on this sort of scale?

I'm not imagining it?

Well, I've never come across it

in that sort of
organized way, but...

If you believe it,
George, then it's real.

I'm trying not to believe it.

Be careful where this
case leads you, George.

This stuff is corrosive.

Children are so vulnerable.

"And every fair from
fair sometimes declines,

By chance, or nature's
changing course untrimmed.

But thy eternal
summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession
of that fair thou owest,

Nor shall death brag thou
wanderest in his shade,

When in eternal lines
to time thou growest.

So long as men can
breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and
this gives life to thee."

Thank you.

Thank you, Shirley.

A lovely choice
for tonight's theme

of "The Writer and His Love."

And now...

Kevin.

Well, I don't know
what that was all about.

This is one I've written
meself. It's called "Love, Bill."

It's a kind of homage
to William Burroughs,

who none of youse
will have heard of.

In fact, you won't
probably understand it.

Anyway, here goes.

"Love, Bill."

Oh, and to get it, you
need to understand

that Burroughs
tried to kill his wife.

"Love, Bill."

"If I had known sooner
how much you loved me,

I'd have shot you earlier."

Thank you.

I'm not quite sure I understood
what you were trying to get at.

I mean, aren't poems
supposed to rhyme?

Night, Kev. I liked your poem.

Weirdo.

Get in the car, you. You're
a bloody embarrassment.

Hey, hey. There's
no need for that.

You that copper
he's been on about?

- Yeah, I might be.
- Yeah?

Well, stop encouraging
him, will you?

He's too stupid to be a police.

Hello, mister.

Hello.

- Do you like poems?
- What?

Poems.

Oh. Yes, I do.

I been reading one at school.

Can I read it to you?

It's a bit late for you to be
out on your own, sweetheart?

- Is that your car?
- Yeah.

Can I have a ride in it?

I don't think that's
a very good idea.

How far is your house?

Doesn't matter. I can walk.

- See you, mister.
- See you.

Last fag for three hours.

Yeah.

I know the feeling.

I was up at 4:00 in
the morning meself.

Your dad was an
inspector, wasn't he?

Yeah. Yeah, he was.

How come you never told us
that he knew Alfred Peachment?

Everybody knew Alfred Peachment.

Yeah, but not everybody
fell out with him

and then killed
themselves, did they?

Oh, and by the way...

How comes you were
already at Harrison House

when the response
team turned up?

Hmm? Just happened
to be passing?

- Good luck with the exam.
- Yeah. Good luck.

These what you were looking for?

- I don't know what they are.
- Yes, you do.

Between 1939 and 1948,
these were the medical records

of Harrison House
Children's Home,

of which you were
the medical officer.

Almost 10 years.

During which time
there were 137 reports

of unexplained injury or
illness among the children.

Children get ill.
They fall off ladders.

Boys have fights.
They climb trees.

And girls bleed.

In the night.

I never received a day's
pay in all those years.

It was a service
to the community.

It was the least I could
do with the war on.

Who appointed you?

The board of trustees.

Alfred. Enid. Clive Blacksmith.

Sergeant Blacksmith's father?

Do you recall Cora Davidson
at Harrison House, Dr. Morgan?

I mean when she was a child?
When she was called Cora Heston.

No.

And Harry Carson?

Hundreds of children
passed through.

We took in children from
the bombed-out cities.

Cora Heston bled
in the night at age 10.

And you examined her.

No, no. That wouldn't
have been me.

It's your signature.

Oh, yes.

Obviously, cases like that...

I wouldn't have conducted
intimate examinations of girls.

That would have been Enid.
I simply signed the report.

Mrs. Peachment?

I see.

How did the exam go?

I failed.

- You don't know that.
- No, I do.

I didn't answer any
of the questions.

Who cares about the Road
Traffic Act, when we've...

You know.

I was awake all night.

Yeah, me as well, John.

Just thinking about
me daughter, actually.

I mean, what does
this stuff do to a kid?

Let's ask, shall we?

Why here?

I like the sea.

I find it soothing.

Come to arrest me?

No, no, no, Miss Davidson.
Or is it Cora Heston?

I assume Davidson
is your adoptive name,

the one you took when
you left Harrison House.

Would you mind looking
at this photograph, please?

- Why?
- Because I think you're on it.

Mr. Gently.

Why don't you just let me
do what I came here to do?

Then I can get on with my life.

You came to demolish
Harrison House.

- That's right.
- Why?

To make money, Sergeant.
Lots and lots of money.

Why did you try
and kill yourself?

What?

I'm afraid it left you
with a criminal record.

I can't hire a car.
Did you know that?

There are certain kinds
of finance agreement

I'm not allowed to sign because
the law says I'm an ex-con.

Yes, I agree that
law was vindictive.

But you didn't answer
the sergeant's question.

I don't have to.

I don't want to see that.

Cora, I need your help.

It's not too late
to put this right.

Put it right?

You know absolutely
nothing, Mr. Gently.

Somebody already put
it right. God bless 'em.

You could help him, you know?

By telling the court I saw

Harry Carson beat
Peachment's face to a pulp?

That would help
his case, would it?

Anyway, I saw nothing.

Well, he's gonna get
a hangman's noose

unless I can find
a defense for him.

Don't charge him.

- Lot of evidence against him.
- Ignore it.

I can't ignore it.
I'm a policeman.

Trying to uphold the law.

Forget the law.
Think about justice.

Look at this photo, please.

Who are these children?

And why are their faces circled?

That's Harry Carson.

That's Daniel Mason.

And the girls?

Her name was Jenny Marr.

And their faces are circled

because they were
the "lucky ones."

- Lucky ones?
- That's what they were called.

That's you, isn't it? You
were one of the lucky ones?

What happened to
the lucky ones, Cora?

The lucky ones got
special treatment.

And the other two?
Where are they now?

Jenny Marr was adopted
the same time as me.

Daniel Mason seems to
have had a lot of injuries.

Little Danny Mason.
He was especially lucky.

I have no idea
where he ended up.

Cora. We are trying to help.

I asked for help for 10 years.

You're wasting
your time, Mr. Gently.

The world didn't believe
me, and it won't believe you.

Cora?

We've searched the whole house.

We found a cupboard under
the stairs with some files in it.

We haven't found the cellar.

Do you know where it is?

You're already there.

She's our witness.

Yeah, but she's
not gonna testify

against Harry in a court.

But I think I know
where the cellar is.

Sorry, sir.

No one's allowed inside.

Hey, do you have any
idea who you're talking to?

Yes. Mr. Gently.

I was given specific
orders from the top.

- The top?
- The chief constable.

Your father-in-law, Sergeant.

This isn't London, Gently.

Things are done
differently up here.

- Yes, clearly.
- You've got your man.

Either prosecute
him or let him go.

Let's end this business.

What exactly should end, sir?

You've got to understand

how upsetting it
is to the community

to have you questioning
people about their integrity.

There's no shady land deal.
Just people sticking together.

- Can't you simply accept that?
- No, I can't.

Are you saying
you've got evidence?

Evidence is emerging.

Of corrupt practice?

Of criminal activity.

What crime?

The organized sexual
abuse of young children.

Have you taken leave
of your senses, Gently?

This isn't Egypt, man!

No, sir. This is England.

I think I understand
what's happening here.

I was warned by certain
voices in Scotland Yard

before I agreed to
your appointment.

But I believe in
giving a man a chance.

Warned about what?

The death of your wife.

It's clear that what you
needed was a long holiday.

Time for your wounds to heal.

I see it all now.

The mind is a delicate
instrument, Gently.

There is nothing
wrong with my mind.

Oh, I think there
is, Chief Inspector.

You are on
indefinite paid leave.

As of this moment.

Well?

What did the old git say?

Told me to get on with it.

Find Enid Peachment.
Bring her to Harrison House.

It's time for her
to face the music.

- Sir, nobody's told me to...
- Shut up, Constable.

- Sir.
- Get out of my way.

- Sir, I'll have to report you...
- Well, go and report me, then!

Sir?

Sir.

Is she here?

- Huh?
- Is she here?

- Yeah, she's...
- Bring her down.

What was this room,
Mrs. Peachment?

It was our air-raid shelter.

What? Out here in
the middle of nowhere?

The Luftwaffe have a grudge
against you or summat?

You can't be too
careful, Sergeant.

And after the war?

Well, we didn't need it anymore.

Is that when it was walled up?

I suppose so. I
really can't remember.

Why didn't you keep it
as a kiddies' playroom?

Do you remember Daniel Mason

or Cora Heston, Mrs. Peachment?

Yes, I remember Cora.

She bled? In the night?

Uh, C-Cora was an early starter.

Poor thing. It was
very shocking for her.

Why don't you just tell us
the truth, Mrs. Peachment?

Truth?

Cora was being
sexually assaulted.

And you knew that it
was happening, didn't you?

Was it your husband,
Mrs. Peachment?

Was it Alfred?

Nonsense! Girls make up stories.

They're always
flirting with men.

Especially girls
who've lost their fathers.

They get ideas about men.

Forever f-flirting.

And Daniel Mason? Harry Carson?

They were children.

In your care.

I never knew anything.

Why did you leave your husband?

Why did your son leave
England as soon as he could?

What was he so keen to get
away from, Mrs. Peachment?

Mind your step, sir.

I told you to stop, Gently.

- No, no, no. No.
- Leave it.

My sergeant knows
nothing about this.

Both of you will leave
this house immediately.

Take Mrs. Peachment home.

Nobody is going
to tell us anything.

Not the victims.
Not the criminals.

Perfect crime.

Why was the cellar
boarded up, sir?

Why did she keep looking
into that same corner?

Tell me.

Because there was
something there in that room.

Something in that corner.

Such as what?

Don't know.

Maybe we're looking at
the wrong part of the story.

Let's ask ourselves this...
Why did it have to close down?

Oh, well, we know
that, don't we, eh?

Good old clever-clogs
Blacksmith told us that one.

Yes. The Children's Act of 1948.

Harrison House either
couldn't or wouldn't

comply with the new regulations.

Or else they didn't
want to be subject

to outside inspection.

- 1947.
- No, 1948.

- Blacksmith said 1947.
- Well, he was wrong.

Ha ha.

Ah, he's not as clever as
he thinks he is then, is he?

Well, unless he's
trying to confuse us.

When exactly did it close down?

Uh...

Last medical entry was...

signed October 13, 1947.

Well, there you go. That
was a year before the act.

Didn't close down
because of new regulations.

It closed down for some
other reason... Yes?

Sir, top floor's asked me to
make an appointment for you

with Mr. Kanagasundaram.

- Who?
- Mr. Kanagasundaram.

Who's he?

He's the psychiatrist
the force uses.

For officers that need help.

Okay. Anytime that suits him.

I've been told that
this case is closed, sir.

And I've been asked to
escort you from the premises.

They're going to
charge Harry Carson.

Yeah, five minutes, Taylor.

Five minutes! Okay?

Go on.

What happened to these
children? Where did they go?

And where are they now?

All of them, including
Daniel Mason,

either went to other
institutions or into adoption.

Yeah.

Local authority has an
obligation to keep records.

It's your career, John.
I wouldn't blame you.

- What do you want me to do?
- Find those records.

I'll see you tonight.

Thank you.

No, I said the complete records.

Where's 1947
gone? The last year.

I assumed your colleague
had given it to you already.

- My colleague?
- Sergeant Blacksmith.

Thank you.

New toy.

Mind you, what'll it be like
when everybody's got one?

No more peace and quiet, eh?

This is me little lad, Terry.

You were told that
you were off this case.

Come on. The file.

You went to County Hall?
Great minds think alike, eh?

How did you find the exam?

What is it you're playing at?

Hmm?

Where is it?

I was just curious about
what happened to the kids

that were left in Harrison
House before it was closed.

Yeah, why did you
say it was a school

when it was a children's home?

- Did I?
- Yeah, you did. Yeah.

You who knows all about
the community you serve.

What exactly were
you curious about?

That woman Cora Davidson.

Her behavior struck me as
odd. Sure you saw the same.

And there she is
in Harrison House.

Right. Get it.

Now please.

It's here.

- Okay?
- No, it's not okay.

You stay away from this case.

Right?

Did Dr. Morgan ask you to
get hold of this by any chance?

Dr. Morgan? Why
would he ask that?

When was the
Children's Act, Sergeant?

Children's Act.

1948.

Correct.

Sir?

Sit down, shut up.
You haven't seen me.

Sir, it was a direct command.

Get your hand off that phone.

Taylor.

Do you trust me?

Yes, sir.

Good.

What happened to the last child?

Well, that's the point.
I've absolutely no idea.

It was Daniel Mason.

What, the lad who
kept breaking his bones?

- Yeah.
- One of the lucky ones.

And Sergeant
Blacksmith had this file?

So he could have
taken the paperwork.

Well, why else would
he want the file?

Removing evidence of a
crime from medical records

I could understand.

Sir. Sergeant Blacksmith.

Says you might
want to talk to him.

Sir.

There's some paperwork
missing from this file.

Did you remove it?

You're a disgrace to
the force, Blacksmith.

If I may speak, sir. I've
got something to give you.

My resignation from the force.

Notwithstanding any disciplinary
action or criminal charges

you want to bring against me.

Well, you can count on both.

Where is he, Blacksmith?
What happened to Daniel Mason?

You're coming with me.

Sergeant, find Cora Davidson
and bring her to Harrison House.

It's not a request, Sergeant.

Sir, we're gonna get
slaughtered for this.

So?

Go and get a couple of spades.

- What? Why?
- Just do it.

What was in this corner?

Mrs. Peachment
kept looking at it. Why?

What happened to Daniel Mason?

All right. Let's
find out, shall we?

Stop.

Stop.

Daniel Mason's not down there.

Where is he?

Took this from the file.

- Daniel Mason.
- What is it?

Adoption. February 1947.

Why did you take it?

Sir, Daniel Mason was adopted

by Inspector and
Mrs. Clive Blacksmith.

Are you Daniel Mason?

Yes, sir.

You were adopted by
Inspector Blacksmith.

Well, what was that?

Above and beyond
the call of duty?

Hmm?

Was he trying to help you?

He wanted one of the lucky ones.

What happened down here?

What was Enid
Peachment staring at?

There was a bath in the corner.

Aah!

The water was freezing.

It was a punishment.

When you hadn't
been loving enough.

How often was this happening?

You never knew when
it was gonna happen.

We all had tea together
at half past 5:00.

Then at 6:00 sharp we
were sent to our dormitories.

You couldn't wait to
get out of that room.

You were dreading your
name being called out

and getting asked
to stay behind.

And your name was called?

Oh, yeah.

I was a really
pretty little girl.

Who was it who called your name?

Peachment.

You?

Alfred wasn't
interested in little boys.

But every now and then,

people from the board of
trustees would join us for tea.

When Sergeant
Blacksmith... As he then was...

When he was at the table,

you knew it would be a boy.

How old were you
when this started?

I was 9.

Till it happened to me, I didn't
really know what was going on.

The kids never talked about it.

Before he took a shine to me,

it was Harry Carson.

The dummy lad.

But I suppose he got
too old, too big, too strong.

Putting up too much of a fight.

So one evening he turned to me.

And you never really talked
about it amongst yourselves?

We were told to keep quiet.

We were told we'd
get into trouble.

It's what you ask
kids to do, isn't it?

"Shut up and be quiet."

Harry heard it so often, he
decided to never talk again.

We're still telling kids.

"Do as you're told.
Respect your elders.

Have respect for authority."

That's starting to change now.

That world's slowly
washing away.

But there's a lot of people...

Especially in the police, in
the classroom, whatever...

That regret its passing.

But you know what?

I think...

just let it all be washed away.

Because children
shouldn't be asked

to take grown-ups on trust.

And they shouldn't
learn to be silent.

About six months after
Sergeant Blacksmith adopted me,

the house was closed
down as a children's home.

Why?

Enid made it happen.

She discovered her
own son, Laurie...

had joined the lucky ones.

Courtesy of my father.

And Mrs. Blacksmith?
Did she never try to help?

I don't know what she knew.

I don't think my mother...

knows what she knew.

Nobody helps you, Mr. Gently.

If Harry Carson hadn't
killed Alfred Peachment...

I would never
have talked about it.

Never.

I've always wanted my life to
be about what I can do for myself,

not about what other
people did to me.

Cora called me first on
the morning of the murder.

Harry had already run away.

You forced the back
door, didn't you?

Didn't you? Make it
look like a robbery.

So where's the
murder weapon, then?

You'll never find it.

I didn't see why Harry
should hang for what he did.

I still don't. Do you?

What happened that morning?

Come for your revenge,
have you, sweetheart?

Little Cora Heston.

Cora!

Cora!

Remember what you used to say
to me when you were on my knee?

You used to say,

"I love you, Grandpa
Peachy. I love you."

Remember?

And if you didn't like it, all
you had to do was speak.

Ah.

It's the dummy lad.

Come on, Harry. Speak up.

Say something for...

You want love.

So they tell you this is love.

Take this resignation
letter and tear it up.

I'll do my best
for Harry Carson...

and to see that Morgan and
Mrs. Peachment are charged.

With what?

All they did was do nothing.

They'll never tell you
what they really knew.

He doesn't know what he
knew and neither does she.

People don't want
to know, Mr. Gently.

And neither of us will
ever go into a witness box.

You will go into the
witness box if I order you to.

No, Mr. Gently.

I won't.

Go home, Sergeant.

Good night, Miss Davidson.

Good night, Chief Inspector.

I can't thank you.

Leave it, John.

John.

Let's go home.

You disregarded a
direct order from me.

Yes, sir.

I'm glad you did.

If you prosecute Harry Carson,

will Sergeant
Blacksmith testify?

- Or Cora Davidson?
- No.

Both of them would
rather perjure themselves

than help to convict
Harry Carson.

And without their testimony?

There's probably enough
circumstantial evidence

to persuade a jury.

The wrong judge might hang him.

But that would allow you
to put Enid Peachment

and Phillip Morgan
into the witness box?

Indeed it would.

Which would destroy
them both publicly.

With a bit of luck.

And bring shame
on their community.

The community has shamed itself.

The decision is yours,
of course, Gently.

All right.

So...

Why do you want to be a copper?

Because you know
what, Sergeant Bacchus?

What's that?

I think this world
is a load of shite.

And?

And I want to do
something about it.

Right.

Let's go for a walk.

Well, come on.

I'll tell you what
it's really like.

Does that not stick in
your throat, though, sir?

Morgan and Enid get away
scot-free, and she's rich.

Makes me sick.

But I can't stomach
the thought of

dragging those three
through the courts.

They've suffered enough already.

It ends here.

Past gets buried.

And the truth with it.

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