All language subtitles for New.Tricks.S02E01.A.Delicate.Touch.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track03

Church bell chimes

shall I go ahead?
Yes, of course.

Just like Gerry to
keep us hanging about.

He never was that reliable.

Sobbing: I'm sorry.

Coffins always make her cry.

Bit flimsy-looking.

Plywood. Be
through it in a week.

Where the bloody hell have you been? Don't,
I've had a nightmare. It's not all over is it?

That was always my line to him!

It's ok. We've just been slotting
in a pauper's funeral. An hour late?

For your grandson's christening!

I didn't mean to. I suppose you'll
be late for your funeral I hope so!

♪ It's all right it's ok

♪ doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey

♪ it's all right I say it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right, doing fine

♪ doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine

♪ it's all right I say it's ok

♪ we're gettin' to
the end of the day. ♪

You look good in blue. You're supposed
to wet the baby's head, not set fire to it.

That's very kind of you! Come
on everybody, drinks are on Brian!

I want you at that
presentation in one hour - sober.

It was a woman that drove me to drink in the first
place. Yeah! And you forgot to write and thank her.

In those dark days, one of
the greatest comforts to me,

was the unstinting effort
and dedication of the officers

involved in the investigation
of David's death.

And as David's widow, it gives
me great pleasure to present

the David Barrie award
for policing excellence

to the new deputy assistant
commissioner - Robert strickland.

Applause

and... this initiative has been
very successful apparently?

Well, we've been very fortunate. Superintendent
Pullman is being unnecessarily modest.

Ucos's clear-up rate is tremendous.
Mr strickland thought the rest

of your team might be here? Yes.
They're still at a prior engagement.

Rossie! Ah, memory Lane!

I thought you'd been embalmed!

Excuse me. I'll be right back.

Oh, guv'nor! Ds
Pullman. Ronnie Ross.

"The mountie". Living
legend. Always got his man.

Not quite. Case in point.

Blimey! Of course! Dgb.

David George Barrie.

Husband. Barrister.

Murdered, what 1980?

I was the guv'nor. That's how I came to be involved
in all this... I helped Yvonne set up this... Award.

Who's the stiff with
her? Our new boss.

Let's go find out what he thinks
of you. Oh, seems like a nice girl!

Laughter it must be the
money then. Is it good? Oh, yes.

Very. What, you all paid the
same? It's not based on former rank?

Now!

Go on.

Yvonne Barrie, Robert strickland.
Jack halford, Brian Lane, Gerry standing.

Thanks for coming. I just wanted to say
how pleased I am to be taking over at ucos.

I've been impressed
by your achievements.

It's gonna be a
very exciting time.

Excuse me.

I wanna have his babies.

I want to congratulate you on all your success
with ucos. Your record speaks for itself -

both before and since
the unit was established.

Thank you. I know you're
disappointed at missing promotion.

But heading ucos is a good
place to be right now. I completely...

Especially if you can
rein in its overspend.

If you and I ensure that the
resources at our disposal justify

themselves cost-effectively
as well... well, logistics dictate

that things such as, um, office equipment,
petrol... I'm talking about the men.

I also think it's a good idea
to begin prioritising cases.

Grading them according to their
chances of success, their importance,

impact, etc rather than whether one is simply
more "interesting" than another. Do you agree?

To which end, I think
you should start with this.

I'm hoping for a fulfilling and productive
relationship, superintendent... Enjoy.

Well?

Did you ask him? Who?

Jack.

I asked him. Did you?!

Didn't wanna
know. Didn't he? No.

Well? What?

How much? "How much?!"

Money!

You first. Ok, if that's
how you wanna play it.

Aye, that's right. I
talked to you earlier.

Yeah, well, my
name is Brian Lane.

Aye, and I need to know my exact
salary, you see, so I can put a depos...

Password?!

He wants us to
investigate David Barrie?!

Yes. Strickland sees it as the
sort of case that we ought to be...

Ronnie Ross's case? Yes! What did
strickland win the award for? Bloody cheek?

Cricket. Cricket?!

He got a load of inner city kids
and made them a cricket team

and took them on a nice
cricketing tour of the Caribbean.

"Cementing and
enhancing positive ties

"between the separate cultures
through the medium of sport."

I'd like to enhance his medium!

He's just got an award
from the man's widow.

So now he wants to go on... Solve
the mystery of the husband's murder.

Exactly. Get on with it. Right.

You do that work on the board?

That's why I've been in all day.

What, all of it? Yes, all of it!

I did happen to be a copper, you
know. I still say it was a typing error.

Thank you. Ok?

Right. Now at
approximately 4.45am

on the morning of
the 5 December 1980,

the body of David George Barrie was found
slumped across the front seat of his Mercedes,

in the ncp car park
in brewer street.

He'd been bad... Door opens

it's all right, carry on.

Er, right, um...

Barrie had been badly beaten.

Forensics indicate that he'd been bound and
gagged, and that the bindings had been removed.

They think he was tied
up with pink silk rope.

Death was caused
by internal bleeding,

possibly some time after the
injuries were inflicted. Sorry?

When does death occur
before injuries are inflicted?

Ie, death was not
necessarily instantaneous.

Dci Ross's investigations
were quickly able to eliminate

the deceased's wife as a suspect,
along with his work colleagues.

The main suspicion fell on a series of
defendants who were found guilty at trials

that Barrie was the chief
prosecuting counsel at.

Starting with Matthew tombs.

Imprisoned march
1976. Released '79.

Re-arrested and in police
custody at the time of Barrie's death.

Jake Ireland. Sentenced 1979.

Died in prison, June
1980. Stefano moretti, '73?

Deported to Italy on release, September
1980. So, out of the country at the time.

Michael pendle, '72.

Released April 1980...

Ah!

April 1980.

Well, maybe that means that he was in
circulation at the time of Barrie's death.

When pendle was sent down, he shouted he hoped
Barrie would die a "long, painful death".

Lovely. Ok. Find him. Go through
witness and suspect statements

and check them against the Holmes computer and
see if anyone has subsequently come up on file.

Contact forensics and get them to
re-examine everything that's been retained.

Have you any observations to make, sir? Only that
I do want to stress the importance of this case.

Barrie was a family man dedicated
to the criminal justice system.

And while it's not about looking after our
own, we still have a duty of care to his wife,

and to the memory of a man who
earned our respect and gratitude.

Any questions? Will you excuse
me, sir, what's that aftershave?

It's Cologne. It's
from Barbados.

Oh, was that from your
cricket tour... Kind of thing?

The "crack cricket tour"

was an undercover operation using black officers
to ID crack-cocaine dealers across the Caribbean.

Never had a dac who
wore Cologne before.

No, it was before
area murder squads.

Resources were at a premium.

I had 30 men working
non-stop for the first four weeks.

But then gradually it
got cut down to, well,

a couple of skeleton staff.

You're saying it was
a lack of manpower?

I'm saying that didn't help. As I'm sure
you'll find. So, being how "rare" it was,

what else do you put down to
your lack of success in this case?

Ever investigated the
murder of a barrister?

No. No. I don't know
anybody else who has either.

Don't mind me... I'm kidding.

Of course, I worked my balls off on this
case and yes, there were several suspects...

But we had no
joy on any of them.

The killer was either very
lucky, or extraordinarily clever.

Too clever for me.

Anyway, I, er...
I wish you luck.

You'll need it.

When Ross interviewed pendle he
had him giving a "satisfactory alibi".

It's not very specific, is it?

If Ross said it was
"satisfactory", it was.

Any joy? Pendle's last known
address was in brentford in 1980.

Two months after Barrie
dies, he disappears.

And I mean vanishes. Completely.

Nothing. And nothing
on the computer.

We tried matching him against inland revenue,
national insurance, vat, vice, deed poll.

Passport office, local authority
council list, voting register...

Even Interpol.

Nothing.

Well, he can't just have evaporated.
Like a drink? What do you want?

Nice pint of bitter, please. Tonic
water? I'll come and choose.

What's to choose?
How many bubbles?

What can I get you? Er, can I
have a pint of bitter please, and, um...

Water. Fizzy.

Coming up. Are you, er...

Fully cognisant of
the size of my packet?

Is it big?

I mean as packets go would you
say mine is particularly...? Or just?

Ha, yeah...

Yes. A cold fish
is Yvonne Barrie.

Thank you.

Found him. Pendle? How?

He did change his
name, but not by deed poll.

Dvla. A person may
not want to be found,

but they'll still want to keep
their driving licence up to date.

What's he called now?

Michaela pendle?

You were dragged from the
dock shouting threats at Barrie.

Have you any idea of
the psychological turmoil

a body goes through when it's subjected to
that kind of hormonal barrage? Not personally.

Volcanic. The drugs I was on...

Everyday was a
possible eruption.

Sounds to me... you killed a man. When
that happened, I was about to change sex.

Less than two weeks away
from my final operation.

Even the judge was sympathetic.

Not Barrie. Barrie said I was
perverse, manipulative, sick.

1972.

The jury agreed. You're on
record as saying you'd kill Barrie.

Michael... not me. Because of Barrie, I spent
nine extra years trapped inside a man's body.

In jail.

Can you imagine what my
cohabitees made of that?

And Barrie called me sick.

You were found guilty of murder.

Yes, and once was enough.

I'm not sorry Barrie died - he was a
despicable human being - but I didn't kill him.

I couldn't. Oh, yes?! The night
Barrie died, I was in hospital...

The middlesex. Ross checked.

And if it was good enough
for him, you two can shove it.

It's always a pleasure
talking to a lady.

What the hell are you doing?!

Don't you worry about what i'm doing. What
were you saying to Sandra about me in the pub?

Sandra? Yeah...
You're bloody paranoid!

Me?! Do the words pot, kettle
and black mean anything to you?!

What you doing? Let go of me... Where
d'you get the money for the christening?!

Get off me! Esther told
me how much it cost!

Get off! How can
you afford all that, eh?

It was the 33-1 at
the 3.30 at thurso!

Bollocks! You're a bloody liar!

Listen, I'm getting
the hump now!

Give me the hanger! Get off!

Yelling

Morning.

What are you doing?

Um...

Tripped over a chair.

That one. I've seen better
fights over handbags.

So, girls... Shall we
kiss and make up?

Now, pendle. What have you got? Hasn't put a
foot wrong since he... She came out of jail.

Any progress? Well, so far our
findings seem to mirror those of...

I'm hopeful that forensics
will have something for us.

They've still got quite a lot
of stuff to go through. Good.

Good.

Was that wise? Wiser than him
believing Ross's enquiries were exhaustive.

If the mountie... Always got his
man, how come he didn't get this one?

Tallis! Mr halford!

It's been a very long time, sir.

I was very sad to hear about
your wife. Terrible. Thank you.

Shall we go into my office?

You're greatly missed, mr halford.
Especially on the big occasions.

With the cps, you're lucky now
ever to see a real policeman.

Time was a murder was
something to look forward to. Now?

Tawdry.

No thoughts of retiring, tallis?

Me? Why, how long did you stick
it for? I'm not back as a policeman.

No. No, of course not. So?

I need your memory, tallis.

I knew several of the barristers
here, but not David Barrie.

What was he like?
Busy, always on the go.

You never saw him in action? No.

Fearsome. Rarely let one slip.

A "result brief" I think
your people call them.

Police liked him a lot. And you?

Oh, yes. He was found dead in
soho in the middle of the night.

Was he the sort of brief who might
have had clients, meetings in soho?

Oh, very possibly. As I say,
he was always very busy.

Mr Barrie was the sort of man who
was always "tied up" in meetings...

If you know what I mean.

Thank you, tallis.
You're a gentleman.

Why are you doing this?
What? Persecuting me.

If I was persecuting you,
I'd send somebody else.

What did you mean when you
said David Barrie was "despicable"?

Were you speaking physically or morally? Oh,
please, don't pretend you care what I think. I do.

Did you ever work
soho? Yes. So did Barrie.

Albeit a bit before your time, dear. He spent so
much time kerb-crawling his nickname was sweep.

Sour grapes. It's bad
enough being tried for murder.

When the brief who's bad-mouthing you is going to
spend the evening with his mouth... prostitutes?

So I was told. I wasn't privy
to his personal penchants.

How d'you know
anything about that world?

1972? What sort of a world d'you think a
transsexual was allowed to inhabit to be herself?

So in the weeks before your husband
died, he seemed normal? Absolutely.

Thank you. Didn't seem
worried about anything?

No, not at all. He was...
Looking forward to the birth.

Yeah, of course. And, er, and
your relationship was good?

As per normal? I don't know
what you're trying to say?

We're just trying to find out if
David had anything on his mind.

Anything that might have affected
his behaviour? Towards me?

Oh, well, not only you, no, but,
obviously you being pregnant...

What has that got to do with it?
Sometimes people get depressed.

I think you'll find that's usually the woman. I don't
know why you're taking this line of questioning.

David was happy. We both were.

He said that... A second child
would make our lives... Perfect.

Delicious.

Thunder

Jack, come in, you're soaking.
No, no, no, it's just a quickie.

Did you ever hear any
rumours about Barrie?

Jack, you know there
are always rumours. Why?

It's just I was going through the case
file and I realised, there was no book 40.

I always kept a personal record
of my cases and I wondered...

Would you mind if I took
a look at yours? Not at all.

I'll, er, hunt it out and I'll
drop it by... Tomorrow, yeah?

Cheers. Cheers.

It's all right, it's his birthday.
We're having a whip-round for him.

D'you know her? No. Why -
do you want to? Definitely not.

Yeah, and what if I
was very, very naughty?

Really?!

And if I don't
obey at all times?

A cattle-prod?!

I can't take much more
of this. Go on. You love it!

"Do you need firm handling?"
Sorry, sweetheart, I've gotta go.

"Selina. Your submission
is my satisfaction."

Well, clearly my soul mate, but
why are you ringing her? S&m.

Isolating specialist
practitioners.

None of them are old enough. None
of them were around 20 years ago!

And even if they were, they're
not gonna talk to you. Why not?

Because it requires a
more... Delicate touch.

You mean a woman's touch? Come
on! Can I not stay here? Definitely.

Did rossie come in with a book? Ross? He said
he'd drop by - see how things were going.

Keep your hands on the desk.

What if I actually wanted a proper massage?
Well, you wouldn't go to a massage parlour.

Where would I go? A masseuse.

And how much would she cost?
Depends what you wanted massaging.

My back! Ah. Well, that would
depend how much you've got to spend.

What can you afford?

Ah, well, money is a
bit tight at the moment.

No joy?

Well, a couple of girls
go back to the '80s, but...

What?

No, it's just this whole network, all these
women. I didn't know you worked soho.

Gerry, what do
you know about me?

Ok. Now what? Drive,
I'll tell you when to stop.

Ok? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry. As soon as we've
been through it, I'll get it back to you, Ronnie.

Hey, great to see you. And you.

Yvonne. How are you?

All right.

I just came in to go over
aspects of the original enquiry.

I'll, um... I'll
leave you to it.

I was hoping superintendent
Pullman might be here. It's all right.

Mr Lane is one of the
men who came to see me.

Mrs Barrie's slightly concerned
at how this case is proceeding.

The need to ask questions of a
private nature. We were trying to...

How long will it
take, all of this?

Well, it's still very early days... Maybe more important,
if you don't succeed, how long before you stop?

I presume there's a limited
amount of time and money?

It's a difficult question
to answer. I understand.

I think you already have.

Smell that coffee! My goodness!
Chief inspector Pullman!

Superintendent. But of course.

That is as it should be.

A great woman.
Immense. But tardy.

Where have you been?

Mazood, forgive me, I have
neglected you. Ah, it's forgotten.

These are my colleagues, mr standing. Nice
to meet you. Mr halford. How do you do?

Now, mazood, we're investigating a
case that happened... 25 years ago,

we need to speak to somebody who remembers soho
back then. But we are rare as rocking-horse shit!

We're trying to identify some of the working girls
from back then. Oh, yes. Many of them shopped here.

And at that time I had an
extremely large sexual appetite

and a profound and practical
interest in such ladies.

But, to remember them?

Very difficult.

Well, we're actually looking for a particular
type of practitioner. Indeed? Go on. S&m.

Ah, this is more simple.

You have miss Domina Trixie, lady lowdown,
queen Kong and leather lorna, from liverpool.

Nice girl.

Was there anyone a
little bit more... Upmarket?

As in expensive?

This is very specialised.

Oh, yes!

One very expensive indeed!

'Hello?' superintendent
Pullman, metropolitan police.

Buzzer

bye, darling, got to go.

Think I'm being raided.

Elaine wanless?

What can I do you for?

Am I right in thinking in a former
occupation you were known as, er...

Tessa thrash - queen of the
lash? No gain without pain.

Is this a professional enquiry?

When did you cease to be...?
When we were both a lot less mature.

And since then? I'm
a presenters' agent.

A-ha!

They need rather more delicate handling,
but are just as inclined to suffer.

Well, I wouldn't mind
suffering with their money.

What was the exact nature
of your former occupation?

Subjection, correction,
domination... restraint?

That as well. And how would
you... Restrain your subjects?

Handcuffs.

Leather straps, belts,
barbed wire, cords...

Silk? Hmm? To tie them up.
Would you ever use silk cord or rope?

Sometimes. Do you recall any of your more,
um... Influential customers from back then?

Oh, yes! Any members
of the legal profession?

They tended not to tell me
what they did as real people...

Apart from the odd policeman.

I kept a short list of
those I recognised.

Was he on it?

Sure?

Who is he?

David George Barrie. Barrister.

You don't remember the case?

He was murdered. Found beaten
to death in his car not far from here.

He'd been, um, restrained.

Sorry. Ok. Never mind.
Thanks for your help.

Right. 11pm. Go.

He walks quickly,
but not too quickly.

Say, approximately 3.3mph
as he crosses Mortimer street

and continues on

down berners street.

Hello there! You all right?!
Now just a minute, I know you...

I don't think so.
Aye, I know you!

Yous are a friend o' mine! No.
Are you saying we are no friends?

That we are not pals?!
No, I'm not saying that.

You're too good for me.

You're too big and clever
to have pals like me...

No, mate. Believe me...

I used to be just like you.

What, Scottish?

Pissed.

And he crosses Oxford street.

Minor inconvenience
from late-night traffic,

but no hiatus in his progress

as he carries on down wardour street,
a busy thoroughfare during the day,

at this time is
populated only by...

Wankers.

Brewer street.

Turn right and
reach the car park.

He gasps

seven minutes and 45 seconds.

Can I help you, sir?

Do you think it's possible to walk
here from the middlesex hospital,

tie somebody up, beat them to
death, stuff their body into a Mercedes,

and make it back in
less than 45 minutes?

Back-up, please.

Brewer street. Over.

No, no, it is safe
to let him go.

Yes, I agree he
is a bit strange...

But I don't think he was actually
planning to slaughter anyone. Yes.

Cheers.

You know, Mary,

that Brian is bloody weird.

Shoes squeak cor, squeak up!

Morning, Brian. You all right?

I am in exceedingly good shape.

Last night I walked half a
mile in less than eight minutes.

Thanks for that
call. Lovely shoes.

From the middlesex hospital
to soho, brewer street car park.

Where Barrie's body was found.
Pendle. He was in the middlesex.

Not "in". At. He wasn't a patient,
he was a night Porter. It's in here.

So, he could go from
here to here and back again

to the middlesex, in an hour.

What's that? What that? It's a
book 40. Ronnie Ross's. Book 40?

Years ago some officers
leading a case would keep a log,

a diary, and jot down things...
I know what a book 40 is.

Are you saying Ross kept one?

It might not have anything we don't
already know. Why not hand it over?

It's a personal record.
Which he kept back!

Anything else we need to know
about pendle and Barrie and wanless?

Wanless? Miss whiplash. S&m.

We think she might
have been Barrie's, um...

Private trainer.

Elaine wanless?!

Yeah. She's in
pendle's trial notes.

She was his girlfriend.

You were rather disingenuous about the night
Barrie died. I don't know what that means.

Michaela, you run a bookshop -
you know exactly what it means.

You told mr halford you were in
the middlesex the night Barrie died.

You didn't tell him was that you
were working there, not a patient.

I know this because dci
Ross made a special note of it.

I rang to confirm. They
checked their records.

Why should I tell you lot
anything except the bare minimum?

Yes, fair comment. Except for
the fact that as a night Porter,

you could have made it from the
middlesex to soho and back again

in less than half an hour without
anyone else being any the wiser.

An hour even. And do
what? See your girlfriend?

Girlfriend?

Miss thrash. Elaine wanless.

The bouncer you killed
was Elaine wanless's pimp.

He'd roughed her up, your
girlfriend. So you beat him to death.

Crime of passion.

A second conviction for
murder means life without parole.

I told Ross and I told you,

I had nothing to do with
David Barrie's death.

So, have you finished? For
now. Good. Bye-bye. Brian.

You have a criminal record.

During your time as a prostitute
- a string of fines and convictions.

For soliciting and keeping a
disorderly house. Goes with the territory.

We can prove that he was
bound with pink, silk rope.

Restrained before being beaten.

He was found in his car less than
200 yards from your... Dungeon,

an eight-minute walk
from the middlesex hospital.

What was he killed
with, an a to z?

I told you, I didn't
know David Barrie.

He was the prosecuting counsel at your boyfriend
Michael pendle's trial. So? So, you saw him in court.

I never went to court.

Michael's solicitor thought
I would be "unhelpful".

When Michael got out of
prison, you or he engineered it

so that Barrie became
a client. Hi, Ronnie.

I haven't seen Michael in over 30 years.
I haven't seen him since he went inside.

You haven't got anything.

If you had, you wouldn't be
trying to coerce me into confessing.

He'd be a serving officer. This would be on
tape, and you'd have arrested and charged me.

In which case, as
the saying has it...

I'm free to go.

Check with the prison service.

She never visited him the
entire nine years he was inside.

Why is there no mention of
wanless in the case notes?

By the time of Barrie's death,
pendle had already had the op.

They weren't boyfriend and
girlfriend any more. He was a she.

Ok, what about pendle's alibi? You only wrote
what it was in here, not the case notes.

Night Porter?

Pretty solitary occupation. How could you be
sure he didn't leave his shift and come back?

I couldn't, but I was sure of... There was no
forensic evidence linking him to the crime.

But more important,

the pendle I interviewed,

I knew was incapable of killing
another human being. How?

He'd finally become
what he'd wanted to be.

He always wanted to be a
woman. The hate had gone.

Hang on, are you saying that
you knew pendle wasn't involved,

not because of any lack of
evidence, but because of a gut feeling?

Based upon my experience.
You're not serious?

Oh, fine. So we just bow
to your superior guesswork?

Intuition. What's the difference? Intuition is when
you get it right. Guesswork is when you get it wrong.

The met doesn't do intuition.

So what did you draw upon when you interviewed
wanless when you had no proof of her involvement?

Despite what you say, everything points
towards pendle and wanless killing Barrie.

Really? Oh, yeah, and you
know it. And I do have gut feelings.

You blew this case on purpose.

You know I have
a funny of deja vu.

Let's see if you share it. Have
you any proof? No, I thought not.

Now let me tell you something.

You don't know anything.

When you do...

..Give us a call.

That was not good.
That was unfair.

Yeah, well, if life was fair, we'd
all be paid the same, wouldn't we?

The mountie didn't get his man
and I'm going to find out why.

You remember Ronnie, Mary.
Tough, had an edge to him.

But fair, always fair.

Can you see any reason why this one, of all the
cases he worked on, would get away from him?

Pendle and wanless?

Don't know. No, no, no, no, no.

The sex aspect is immaterial.

Love? No!

It's been 35 years.

Besides, he's a woman and
she's an agent. Isn't an issue.

Of course I still love you,
Mary. Why would I stop?

Oh, Mary. Mary!

Hello, darling.

Should get your
breath back first.

Bloody hell! What you doing here? Could ask
you the same question. I tailed wanless.

God, you are old-fashioned. I
simply rang directory enquiries.

You never guessed they
were an item? Not guesswork.

I simply deduced that we'd
laboured under a false assumption.

Good evening, ladies.

Any chance of a cuppa?

You said you hadn't seen Michael
for over 30 years. Very clever.

It wasn't a lie. Not literally.

If you're still together, why didn't you ever
visit "Michael" all the time he was in jail?

I told her not to.

I made her promise.

I wanted Elaine to have a life.

I'd made such a mess of ours.

And I knew when I got out, I'd be a
woman, anyway. What was the point?

It never occurred to me for a
moment that she might still love me...

No matter what I was. That she might do
anything for you? Elaine didn't kill Barrie.

Neither of us did. Ask
Ross if you don't believe us.

What I want is for you to tell
me exactly what you told dci Ross

about the night that Barrie died, but I warn you,
if you lie to me, then it really will be life.

Barrie was a client for a month. You did
know him. No! Not his real name. I swear it.

I saw him five...

Maybe six times.

He liked... Being hurt.

Each visit his "treatment"
got more and more severe.

I was worried but...

..Well, the customer
is always right.

And on that night?

I tied him up as normal...

If you know what I mean...
And I used a truncheon.

The session ended and then when he was
getting dressed, he just sort of collapsed.

What did you do? I
went through his pockets,

looking for an
address or something.

That's when I found out.

His name meant
nothing to me. Truly.

I rang his wife. She
didn't believe me.

Slammed the phone down.

I didn't know what to do.

So I rang Michaela
at the hospital.

She came round.

When I saw him...

I couldn't believe it. This is the
man that nearly destroyed my life.

And then I thought
it must be fate.

That he'd been put into my
hands on purpose so I could...

Then I realised I
couldn't kill him.

That there are worse things

for a man like Barrie -
better things you could do.

On the night your husband died,

you made a phone call
just before ten o'clock,

and several more
after midnight. Yes.

Do you remember
receiving any calls? No.

None at all?

Why do you ask? In 1980, it was impossible
to obtain a record of calls made or received.

Bt didn't itemise them.

I've... told you before,

I rang...

You all right, mrs Barrie?
Of course, I'm sorry.

This is the car-park space
where your husband was found.

You never received any calls, which is odd - we
discovered that you did receive a call that night.

From a woman.

You didn't believe her. In fact, you
screamed at her and slammed the phone down.

Some time later, you got another
call, from what sounded like a man.

Only this time you did believe
what was said. Am I right?

He said your husband had been
with the woman who rang earlier.

That she was a prostitute.
A particular kind of prostitute.

That she tied him up,
gagged him and beat him.

Because that's what
David liked, mrs Barrie.

Am I right?

I asked the caller why?

Why he was doing this?

He said...

Because my husband
had made him suffer.

That he... He could make him suffer by
telling me. He said he was in a car in soho.

I should get there
before the police did.

So I got in my car...

I had to take the
baby, I came here.

He was in the car,

just as they said.

Slumped...
conscious, just staring.

I asked him if it was true.

About the woman. That she, er...

..What they'd said about...

But he tried to pretend...

Tried to deny it.

But I knew.

I knew it was the truth.

So what did you do? Do?

To your husband?

You think I killed him?

No! No, that's just
it. I didn't do anything.

I should have... I
should have helped.

I should have taken him to
hospital, but I couldn't. I couldn't.

I told him that...

I didn't ever want
to see him again.

I told him he... He would
never see the children.

I told him... I told him I
wished he was dead. Then I left.

He broke my heart.

I owe you an apology. I made a
judgement on you based on what I'd heard.

Intuition? Yeah, something like that.
Well, don't be too hard on yourself.

You've only been in the
job 17 years. It's changed.

I wouldn't know where to start. Oh, I
think you would. Can I ask you a question?

When did you first realise Yvonne was
involved? An hour into the investigation.

I went straight
round to her house.

And when I interviewed her, she lied.
She said she hadn't been anywhere.

How d'you know she was lying?
Cat. Cat? It was December. Freezing.

There was a cat asleep on the
bonnet of Yvonne Barrie's car.

Now, what cat goes to
sleep on a car in a frost?

Unless the engine's warm.
Unless it's been driven.

If I had a pound for every
time he's used that one.

Death by misadventure. I think
that is the only logical conclusion, sir.

And dci Ross originally
thought the same.

Unless you think we should charge
wanless, pendle and mrs Barrie?

Wanless didn't mean to harm Barrie and Yvonne's
own admission that her husband was still alive...

Thank you... Takes pendle
completely out of the equation.

The best they could hope for
was manslaughter against wanless.

So Ross must have realised there was no point in
trying to secure a conviction. This is all subjective.

Your job is to review the
evidence and present the findings.

Excuse me, what about the, er...

Wanless client list?

What... what client list?

We couldn't refer to it, but
she kept a list of her customers.

Seven judges, five qcs,
and... What was it? Four.

Four senior metropolitan police
officers all above the rank of commander.

We didn't ask their names.

Nobody killed Barrie.

He just liked it rough.

Afternoon, sir.

Thanks, guys.

You should have realised pendle
was a lesbian straight off. Why?

She had a cat! Oh, right!
All lesbians have cats.

File it under "standing" - "intuition".
Is he paid extra for that? No.

Only me. Hold on. Does
he get more than us?!

No. Only god knows why not.

♪ It's all right it's ok

♪ doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey

♪ it's all right I say it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right, doing fine

♪ doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine

♪ it's all right I say it's ok

♪ we're gettin' to
the end of the day

♪ hi-tech, low-tech
take your pick

♪ cos you can't teach an
old dog a brand-new trick

♪ I don't care
what anybody says...

♪ we're gettin' to
the end of the day. ♪

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broadcast - 2005