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Kempton? 2.30, fat
chance, £5 to win.

3-1! 3.30, £10,
happy clappy, to win.

5-1!

Morning. Wetherby, 3 o'clock. Mission
accomplished. 20 quid on the nose.

That's 16-1!

What are you
doing? Gerry's bets.

Last week, his
winnings amounted to...

£1,873!

Well! I hope you're
pleased with yourself.

Yes! You see, because of you,
I didn't put any money on them!

These are the bets
I would have made!

But now I'm reformed, now it plays no part
in my life, I can't stop bloody winning!

Don't read the papers, then.

I'm a man! We all
read the papers!

Backwards! Starting
with the sporting pages.

♪ 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. ♪

Morning.

This is professor Ian mears,

the home office pathologist
for south-east London.

I've been telling him how
passionate you all are about your work.

October 1987.

I was a humble
pathologist based in catford.

One wild and windy morning,
I was summoned to an area

of deciduous woodland
just inside the m25,

where an errant schoolboy
had recently discovered

the partial remains
of a young female.

Giston mount. It that her name?

It's where we found her.

The remains comprised
little more than a few ribs,

a thigh, half a hip and
portions of the digestive tract.

However, there was clear evidence that
the remains had been semi-expertly d iss

ergo, it became
a murder enquiry.

Unfortunately, our failure to
identify the victim saw the case

stall, stutter and
subsequently cease altogether.

Professor mears...
call me Reynard.

I thought your name was Ian?

I don't like Ian.

Professor mears has spent a great deal
of time attempting to restart this ca se.

Unfortunately without success.

However, I read about your exciting new
initiative and I thought, "ha-ha! Perfect!"

Now, I have conducted
5,723 postmortems,

and yet these remains

remain my only
unidentified victim.

But since 1987, advances in
clinical and forensic pathology

have meant that our chances
of success have improved.

What, dramatically?

Exponentially.

So it's a mystery. And
like all good mysteries...

Mysterious? Clearly the bulk of material
pertaining to this case resides outwith this

but I have managed to collate, categorise
and catalogue the vast bulk of the ev I

and I leave copies here for you to acquaint
yourselves with. So, shall we say tomo rro

at my lab?

We usually have biscuits around
10. It'll be my treat. Au revoir!

Bye-bye. Au revoir.
I take it all back.

You're perfectly normal.

17 years? Still anonymous?

Sir, this is... I know.

Unfortunately, professor mears
has support from a very high level.

His lab is in west wickham.
The address is on the box.

That's my girl.

There. That's what
I was talking about.

There and there and there.

Sawn. Semi-expertly.

Surgeon? Butcher?

Baker? Candlestick-maker?

Who's to say?

Door opens

good morning. Ah! Aha!

Did you read this? I started.

Reynard supplemented an
essentially conventional identification

and data catalogue system
with a binary index code,

so that no two items ever appear without
complementary references or an explanatory ad

I wondered if that was it(!)

It is unusual. Unique.

And in relation to
Millicent. Millicent?

It's what Reynard
calls... Millicent.

And as such quite... Invaluable.

They're starting to finish
each other's sentences.

We can unfreeze her if
necessary, to take samples.

How old, when she died?

18 to 25. Not
much there is there?

No, but... there's something.

Isn't that why ucos...?

..Came into being? Absolutely.

It's a load of skin and bone.

We've no identifying features.

We know bugger-all about her.

On the contrary, we know a huge amount.
She's female, aged 18 to 25, red hair.

Red?

Bright red. Also, she'd eaten a
meal recently of some kind. Meat.

Blood group o, and of course I've
since managed to codify her DNA.

We found pollen grains on her body which were
unrelated to the area where she was found.

And last, but not least, Millicent
was suffering from syphilis.

Encouraged by your interest,
I've managed to arrange

to have re-testing
of tissue samples.

Tea and biscuits,
everyone? Oh, yes, please.

Why Millicent? My
daughter's rabbit.

After the fox got her.

Right. If we are going to succeed,
we need to find out who she was.

Who was Millicent?
Then, why was she killed?

How did she manage to disappear without
trace? Why did the killer cut her up?

To remove all
identifying features?

Ease of transportation,
disposal, and/or concealment?

He was a nutter. Oh,
sorry. Psychopath.

Gerry, you check with the original
sio. Dci Tom Powell, wasn't it?

Retired. Oh, excuse me, could
you open the door for us, please?

Brian, you liaise with professor
mears and take over forensics.

Jack, go through the files, and I'll try and
track down Michael Megson, the boy who found..

Yeah, Millicent.

They all speak at once

no, no, hang on.
Stop, quiet, shut up!

Bloody hell! Right. Jack,
one at a time. Missing persons.

Blank. I also went through the
national DNA database, nothing.

Well, that's not
a surprise, is it?

Because the killer had
knowledge of anatomy,

dci Powell had checked every doctor, vet and
butcher within a 20-mile radius of the wood.

M25's just down the road.

Killer could have
come from anywhere.

How was Powell? Did
you get anything out of him?

Saliva. Saliva as in dribble.

He's in a nursing home. Ga-ga. Thought I
was the commissioner. Oh, completely ga-ga!

Me and Reynard had a great
day. He's got this fantastic assistant.

Blimey, now there's three of them.
From measurements of the thigh bone,

they've worked out an idea of
Millicent's size and shape. Weight even.

Five foot seven, eight stone,
skinny. Ectomorph. Ecto-what?

Ectomorph.

Where a person's build is characterised
by lightness, weakness, lack of we ight.

Intellectual processes,

inhibition and alertness
predominate. Like Esther.

Thank you.

As opposed to endomorphs who are big-boned,
heavy, sluggish, prone to fatness.

Like you, Gerry.

Thanks very much(!)

Great(!) So that narrows it
down to, what, about a million?

No, it's much less than
that. She's got red hair.

Now we've got
something to go on.

I'll just get some
more water, shall I?

You lot are hopeless!

Why?

Five foot seven, thin, 25 to
28, it could be his daughter.

I contacted Megson.

The boy who found Millicent?
We spoke on the phone.

When I told him about the scene of crime, he
agreed to take us there. Good. To the wood

it'd be a good idea to see it. And it might
help to jog his memory. Good thinking, batm

Michael Megson?

I'm superintendent Pullman.

Can you prove it?

October 17th 1987,
you were here?

You were ten at
the time, am I right?

No. Nine-and-three-quarters.

And this is the first
time you've been back?

No. I've been back a few times.

You know, over the
years. To try and...

It must have been quite a shock. Big shock.
You were alone? All the doctors said so

yeah, I'm sure. Shall we?

Yeah. This way.

I still suffer from the
after-effects. PTSD.

Pt what? Post-traumatic
stress disorder.

Asthma, eczema.

And then there are the
neurological symptoms.

That's the country
for you, innit?

London people never say that's what's wrong with
the people in the country. "They don't understan

well, I understand the country
all right. Too bloody well, mate!

There.

Come on!

This is a very unusual place.

You can feel things in there.

Hear things. What
sort of things?

I don't know. It's just a
feeling. Just... Strange.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry,

I can't.

Can't what?

Go in.

Stop messing around, Gerry.

No, I mean. I can't. I'm
sorry. I can't go into the woods.

I understand.

No, you don't!

It doesn't have anything to do
with funny noises and eczema.

It's hylophobia.

What? Hylophobia - a
fear of forests and woods.

I've had it since I was a kid.

Why, did something happen...?

Just leave it, will you, Brian?

Ok, well, you wait here
and we'll see you in a bit.

Yeah, thank you. Thank you.

It was a bit different back then.
More broken and fallen-down trees.

A bit more light in
parts, but just as...

How's the ulcer?

Yeah...

Here.

So where were the...? Bits?

Remains.

There and there.

And there was also a piece

just there.

Weird.

See? Told you.

Ssh!

Listen...

Birds squawk in the distance

ok, I think that's enough.

It's on a ley line, giston
mount, did you know? No.

Been there since before the
romans. Ancient. Some people think...

We'll be in touch if we need
to see you again. Ok? Ok.

Bye-bye. Bye.

You forget, don't you? That they're out
there in general circulation, the strang e

you don't think he could
have done it? Megson?

Maybe he was on
drugs or something.

He was just ten.
Nine-and-three-quarters!

Nine-year-old boys
can be fairly evil.

Is that from personal
experience? In a wood?

Mobile rings

hang on. Pullman.

No, no, we're not that far.

We could be right with you.

Ok, we'll see you in a minute.

Bye-bye.

That was the professor.

There have been developments.

Good morning. Morning.

Ah, I don't think you've met. This
is my assistant, Victoria lawless.

Vicky. Hello. Hi.

Victoria is currently
researching her phd.

Hello, Vicky, I'm
Gerry standing.

Brian told me about
you, but I had no idea...

So what have you got for us?

Yes, first things first.

While waiting on the forensic
results, I looked at the original not es.

It's clear that the partly digested meal was
not simply meat but some kind of sau sage

how did you work that out?
Because of the make-up of the sample.

84% meat, 14% fat, 2% salt, plus pepper,
saltpetre and certain trace ele ments.

No, that's not sausage-meat.

It's salami!

Saltpetre with that much salt
is a long-lasting preservative.

And I would guess that the peppercorn was either
whole or part-cracked, and not grounded. Am iri

yes! I know a bit about food.

Brilliant!

Unfortunately, we have to wait for the results
of the tests before we can isolate what type ofm

it's probably pork. With maybe beef
and even donkey as an outside bet.

Donkey?!

Yes, they use it a lot in sardinian
salami. And other parts of Italy.

Now, the real problem you've got is there are
masses of different types. French, German, Danish,

there's over 100 odd
types in Italy alone.

There's a little delicatessen that I
use where we could... what else?

Ah, well. Marks on Millicent's bones are highly
consistent with her having been extensively ma

given where she was found,
it'd be wild animals. Foxes?

No. Not foxes. How do you know?

Well, tell me if I'm right.

Foxes, or any member
of the dog family,

usually gnaws at bones, leaving
striations before the bone breaks.

But here the bites go
straight across. Clean.

Whatever snapped this had much
bigger and more powerful jaws.

Textbook.

Was there any evidence to suggest
that the victim had been drugged?

Impossible to say, given
the state of the remains.

You mentioned some unusual pollen grains.
Have you had any ideas? Yes, we have.

They're from the ginkgo tree.

Ginkgo? Ginkgo biloba? Yes.

Also known as the
maidenhair tree.

Originally from China and probably
the world's oldest deciduous tree.

Planted a lot in the states because of
its ability to withstand urban pollu tion.

But in this country mostly found
in domestic and botanical gardens.

Not rare,

but unusual.

I like to garden.

You have the most remarkable
team of detectives, superintendent.

Oh, yes. Every one an expert.

I'm now looking to DNA and bone marrow to
try and extrapolate more specific information

hopefully in the next few days.

Exciting.

Doorbell rings

Jack, you believe in the
spirit world, don't you?

Do you think it's possible

for a particular place

to retain the spiritual
residue of a crime

that may have been committed
in that exact same space?

What?

Could the gruesome
elements of a crime

result in a person's
spectral essence returning

to re-inhabit the locale where
it had once been expunged?

Well...

Or is it just Megson?

Planting images in my brain?

You know, making me see things?

The power of auto-suggestion can be
immensely strong in certain situatio ns.

That's what it is.

So when I think I've seen
things or heard things...

It's just that?

A representation
of a mind construct...

..Resulting from...

..An earlier and pre-existing...

..Illusory projection.

It's possible.

Thank you, Jack!

You're welcome.

What do you think, Mary?

Can you explain it?

Him. Brian?

I mean is it really possible for the
spirit of something to remain behind?

Taking hold of a
particular place?

So young.

And to die so... oh, it's a horrible
way to die. Is there a good way?

Yes, in bed, at home, surrounded
by your friends and family.

Yes. Gerry and Brian not in yet?

They've been and gone.
Checking out special clinics.

How was Brian?
Did he seem a bit...?

Good morning! And it is a good morning, I promise
you. I bring you tidings of comfort and joy

is mr standing not here?

Gerry? No. Why?

Victoria, uncork the genie.

You will recall that Victoria was awaiting
certain tests? Well, these are they.

Yale university has a computer programme that
analyses thousands of human DNA samples tak

these samples show patterns within the
DNA that isolate the donors geographicall y

on feeding in Millicent's DNA, the
programme examines it for similar patter ns.

The greater number of hits, the more certain
we are about where her DNA came from. Millice

historically, it's clear that Millicent's
DNA is most likely to have originated here -

Denmark or Sweden?

It'd explain why she's not listed as missing
here. No. It merely tells us where her antece

what, she came
over in a longship(?)

So what's the point? Well,
there's viking blood all over the UK.

Scotland, Ireland...
North-east england.

That's where Victoria comes
into her own. You're not a geordie.

My phd deals with the mineral
content of human bones.

As we grow, chemical elements in the water
we drink are absorbed into our skeletal sy

by analysing the isotopes of those elements,
we can match them to geological dat a

to reveal where the water came
from, and thus the person who drank it.

As they were growing up? That's what I've
done with Millicent. Once we have those re

coupled with these, we should be able to
narrow down her place of origin considerably.

I also made progress with the stomach
contents. Ah, that's why you wanted to talk to

I wanted to congratulate him. He was right.
It is some kind of salami. Danish? Um... Don't

he's, um...

He's very appealing,
isn't he? Gerry?

I mean, he's so... He's so
eager and so responsive.

So interested in
what you're saying.

It's rare.

He reminds me of, um...

My dad.

What a lovely person you are.

I said it was a special clinic.

Yes, I know you said
it was a special clinic.

But I thought that
meant it was special.

You know, that they
dealt with special illnesses.

You didn't say anything about the clap! No,
no, the clap is historically slang for go

we're talking
about syphilis here.

Yes.

Ok, 4.30.

I'll see you then.

Ok.

Bye-bye.

Good morning! Good morning.

My name's Gerry standing. Do
you have an appointment? No!

I'm sorry, the clinic is appointment only. We're
not here for treatment. We're here on police

the met's has been inundated with patients
complaining that their files have been accessedill

we need to check your computer system safeguards
to ensure that this clinic isn't vulnerable

ok, take a seat.

Thank you.

Syphilis is a
notifiable disease.

The names of all the patients will be
held here via a nationwide database.

We just need to access lists of female
patients three months before Millicent died.

Why only three months? If you get a dose, you
won't hang around before you have it looked at

I mean, it's a month, two months at most,
before the symptoms begin to... mr stand ing?

Do you want to follow me?

I certainly do! Begin to what?

Shut up!

Right, so, how far do
you want me to go back,

so I don't see any of your
current patients' names?

10, 15 years?

Well, then 19..? 87?

Yeah, fine! All right.

I take it you haven't been
here all that time. Longer.

No! Blimey. All those people.

All those afflictions.
I never get to see...

Oh, please no, don't!

(Must put you right off,
though?) Put me off?

Yeah, you know... no.

No? Well, not that I've noticed.

He coughs

oh, no. Look at...
don't worry. Oh, sorry.

If I can just get under...

Ooh!

Did you bang it?

It's the first time I
banged it under a table!

Why are some blue and some red?

The blues are the males.

Just grab hold of that for me.
No, it's fine, everything's fine.

Good.

You could think about putting in a
firewall, but that's probably not necessa

so will you need to
come back? I won't.

Er, yes, maybe.

Ok. Bye. Thank you very much.

Bye-bye.

What are you doing?

I've, er... I've got to be in...
Well, out, early this morning.

'So, is it possible

'for a particular place

'to retain the spiritual residue of a
crime that may have been commi tted

'in that exact same space?

'Could the gruesome
aspect of a crime

'result in the victim's
spectral essence returning

'to re-inhabit the locale where
it had once been expunged?'

Rustling

Good morning, sir. Morning.

Ok, let me get this right.

So far she's a red-headed, viking's
grand-daughter who likes sausages?

Pork salami, actually. But there's
more to it, and we need more time.

Look, it's very laudable that you
should want to solve this case,

but, in reality, it's impractical
and I think unsolvable.

Do you wanna bet? With all due respect,
that's why we have to continue with it.

The bastard who killed her was convinced he
could get away with it, which he has for the

if we solve this "unsolvable crime",
no-one will doubt the met's commitment

to the pursuit of a murderer, no
matter how hard or how long it tak es.

Sorry, but that's what I think.

No, no. It's all right, you
can be very convincing.

Ok, carry on, for now.

Oh, mr strickland...

20 quid?

Done.

What?

Snorting

Oh, dear. You know what that is?

A wild boar.

Shy, intelligent and
bloody dangerous.

There's loads, apparently.

Whole colonies of them across the
south of england, inside the m25 Eve n.

I think we made one simple mistake
right at the beginning of this case.

What was that? We
didn't check the weather.

"One wild and windy
morning," as mears put it.

You remember how Megson said that in '87 there
were lots of fallen trees and gaps in the woo d

October 1987.

Oh, the hurricane! Exactly.

Woods were wrecked.
Buildings... And fences.

Including those belonging to farmers who'd
only just started to breed wild boar, imported

the wild boar escaped? And multiplied. So
this is the animal that chewed up millicen

wild boar, like pigs, will eat anything. But
no killer is going to dump a body in a w o

just because wild boar are there. It
leaves too much to chance. I agree.

I think he murdered and butchered Millicent
when the wild boar were still in cap

somewhere where
there was a ginkgo tree.

Then the hurricane arrived.

The boar escaped. Taking Millicent
with them. Or at least bits of her.

Are you saying the killer
fed Millicent to the boar?

Or the boar dug her up
from a shallow grave?

I'll tell you something else. The meat in
that salami could easily have been wild boar.

If you go down to the woods today, you're
sure of a big surprise. That's not funny, j

it's bloody true
though. What's that?

It's a list of women treated for syphilis in
London in the three months leading up to October

how did you get the names?
Don't. It'll only upset you.

Blimey! It's ridiculously long!
Well, better make a start, then.

Find out which ones are dead,
then see if any of them had red hair.

I suggest Gerry works on the list. You and
Brian go and see Vicky and the prof, ask ab

and I'll try and find out where wild boar
was being farmed prior to the '87 hurr ic

cheers.

Wild boar?

Gerry assures me it
makes delicious salami.

Fantastic! I'll have it
checked. Show them your toys!

I got the results back on
Millicent's bone analysis.

This isolate mineral isotopes according to
their geological origin. This is milli ce

I feed her in... And...

..Western Scotland.

Western highlands
of Scotland, in fact.

Even better than that.

It's actually a narrow corridor stretching
from loch broom in the south to loch shin in

you can be that precise?

Well, in urban nations, because people drink
so much bottled water, it's becoming more tr

but in the western highlands...

People in rural communities tend to drink
the local water. Especially more than 30

Millicent's almost
certainly Scottish.

Western highland Scots.

Red hair, viking ancestry.

Blood group o.
Celtic-Scandinavian.

Precisely.

We're getting to you, Millicent.

We're getting to you.

Mobile rings excuse
me... Pullman.

Where?

Tuckford house. Country
seat of one lady anthea deeley.

Entrepreneurial estate owner, farmer,
game specialist and breeder of wild boar.

And giston mount?

Three miles thataway.

Lady deeley is expecting us.

Guinea fowl, pheasant, partridge,
quail, deer, as well as boar.

Have you had
carpaccio of wild boar?

Not as such, no. It's very good.

How long have you been in the
wild-game business? 20-odd years.

Although it's only really taken
off in the last decade or so.

But you've been farming wild
boar all those years? Since 1982.

Do you remember the
great storm of 1987?

Yes. We suffered a fair
amount of structural damage.

Did any of your wild
boar escape as a result?

We're not interested in
the legal consequences.

I did lose one or two.

We managed to
recover most of them.

But not all? They're very...

Shy and intelligent.

If they want to hide, it's
pretty hard to locate them.

We're trying to identify a young
woman, aged between 18 to 25.

Slim, red hair, five foot seven.

Do you recall anyone who
fitted that description at the time?

No. I don't think so.
I'm pretty sure of that.

What happened to her? She died.

How many people do you employ?

Now, 25, some of them part time.

Then, probably just under 20.

And you know all of them?

I make a point of it.

Do you mind if we take a
look around the estate? No.

As long as you buy something.

All right, bye-bye.

So, how did you get
on? No sign of a ginkgo.

What about lady deeley?
She's no shrinking Violet!

She's certainly not. They must have come
from there. Nowhere else farms wild boar for

how about you? Well, we
checked the clinic list of women

treated for syphilis in '87 against all girls
born in the western highlands between 1962

how many were there? Six.

We've been trying to track them down via
their last known address. Six?! Is that all?

Well, it's the highlands. One
man and his dog's a crowd.

Trouble is we've
traced four so far and...

Just cos she was brought up there doesn't
mean she was born there. Right. Yes, and how

right.

I see.

Well, you don't really need to.

No, of course. Ok, well, thank
you. That's very helpful. Bye-bye.

That was a mr and mrs Alec
McCloud, from ullapool in Scotland.

They last saw their
daughter fay in July 1986.

She was 24 and had red hair.

They're coming down.

Mr and mrs McCloud?

Hello, I'm
superintendent Pullman.

There really was no need
for you to come all this way.

We know.

It may not be your daughter.

Superintendent, it's
been 17 years of nothing.

Nothing at all.

In which case would it be all right
if we took a sample of your DNA,

in order to prove one way or the other if it is fay
who we've found? Yes. Yes, of course. Thank you.

Where's Jack?

Hey, listen to this, listen.

Lady deeley lists her hobbies as "game,
gardens and men, exotic or otherwise".

She also lists her
husbands, four.

And her divorces, four.

You could be number five, Gerry.

Sounds like you're
made for each other.

No, thanks.

Pullman. Ucos. I'm at the
farm shop, tuckford house.

There's something I think
you should see. All of you.

There you are!

What the hell is it?

"Woman in despair."

"Tuckford's famous
garden, circa 1980.

"Sadly the mature
ginkgo tree pictured here

"vanished within a few
years of the photo being taken,

"falling victim to the
great storm of 1987."

Now you see it,

now you don't.

You said she'd died.

Yes. You didn't say
she was murdered.

We don't like to upset people.

I'm still somewhat confused over
your renewed interest in tuckford.

We believe that the
victim was killed, cut up

and her remains disposed of
by feeding them to wild boar.

Part of her was found at giston
mount. Three miles... I know where it I s.

The boar ate her there. Isn't that
what you implied the other day?

Well, now we
think she died here.

And was fed to the wild
boar while they were here.

When the storm flattened the fences and the
wild boar escaped, they took the remains to gi

the body had grains of pollen on it
which couldn't have come from there.

Ginkgo pollen.

Not a common tree.

But although you
don't have one now,

you did then.

You say "you" in such a way
as to imply my involvement.

I don't think that's very wise.

Well, it might not be very wise,
lady deeley, to get smart with us.

I don't get smart with
anyone, my lawyer does.

It would remove any misunderstanding if you could
tell us where you were at the time, if you c

I remember exactly.

In September and October 1987 I was in Romania,
the carpathian mountains, searching out livestoc

I didn't return to the
UK until November,

where I spent the next couple of months overseeing
repairs to the damage caused by the storm

would you like to see
my passport of the time?

Ginkgo. Wild boar. Salami.

Made from wild boar.

All linked to lady
deeley's estate.

But motive?

Not a sausage. Salami even.

Lady deeley didn't do
this. Call me old-fashioned.

Women don't tend to chop up
other women and feed them to pigs.

Not even over other men.

She'd 20 people
working for her at the time.

If it wasn't her, we're going to have
to track them down and talk to them.

Goodness! This is where you
drink? They told me you were here.

We've had the results of the
DNA tests on the McClouds.

You realise that these modern tests are much
more sophisticated... Is it her? What? Is

oh, yes, yes. Without a doubt.

We last heard from fay...

..In April '86.

Fay was difficult.

Very difficult.

She was an only child and
the truth is, we spoiled her.

She started getting into trouble
in her teens, nothing big, but...

She went to the best schools

but she rebelled, you know?

She was expelled
from two of them,

so we put her into a school
that had a good reputation

for dealing with
troubled children.

The irony is stallourie academy
is where she started using drugs.

We paid for her to attend
rehabilitation, counselling courses.

We put her through detox
twice... No, no, three times in all.

It didn't matter, though.

She would always
go back to the heroin.

She didn't seem
to want to fight it.

In the end, we...

We realised that we
couldn't help her and...

..We decided...

We decided to cut
all contact with fay.

Excuse me.

She sobs

Where was fay the last time
you heard from her, do you know?

London, somewhere.

She knew people down here.

Friends from school, I think.

And that was in April 1986? Mmm.

Oh, photos.

That's her.

This is her in a school play.
She loved the drama, you know?

And this...

This is how I like
to remember her.

What are you doing here? This is a proscribed
area. Get out or I'll have youremoved.

I've just been to Islington.

Family records centre.

You know, births,
marriages, deaths. Divorces.

Look, I have given you more than enough
of my time, this is simply ridiculous.

Not to say downright rude.

Lady deeley, or may
I call you anthea?

This is a young woman
called fay McCloud.

Your shy, intelligent
wild boar ate her.

I told you, I wasn't
even here. Ok.

So who looked after all
this while you were away?

My husband.

Now, is that husband
one, two, three or four(?)

David. My first husband. David
hendry. And then you divorced him.

When was that?

I don't remember exactly.

You'd be the first divorcee
in history who couldn't.

It was not a
pleasant experience.

Any divorce is bound to be
the cause of unhappiness.

Really? I was delighted
with all of mine!

So it wasn't amicable,
then? No. It wasn't.

Sorry, we've got to talk about this.
When did you file for divorce exactly?

October '87.

And did your husband
give you something?

Something you didn't want?

Where did you go for treatment?

You're not on our file.

I was in Romania when I
found out I'd caught the disease.

I'd been faithful to my husband, so I knew
he was the only possible source of infection.

When I came back, I challenged
him over what happened.

He was furious. He denied it.

He lied.

So I told him I
was divorcing him.

And that he would get nothing.

And in answer to your earlier
question, I was treated privately.

Very wise. Have you
got a picture of him?

Did you retain contact
after the divorce?

Only through the courts.

After the split, I found out he had been siphoning
cash out of the company to start his ownbu

to do what? The same thing?

No, toys.

Cheap, nasty ones.

I didn't even find out until the decree
nisi that he was registered heroin addict!

But then I've always had
disastrous taste in men.

There we are.

That's David.

I only kept it as it has
some rather dear friends in it.

I burned the rest.

Hang on a minute.

What are you doing?

Fay's school play.

He's the villain.

Evil villain.

You stay here in
case he does a runner.

"Good morning. I'm detective
superintendent Sandra Pullman".

"And this is Jack halford".

"How do you do? Welcome to
my salubrious establishment".

"And what can I
do for you?" "Well..."

Oh, no, hold on. He's trying
to sell them the business now.

Yeah, you're right. "I'm a purveyor of the
finest plastic yachts this side of..." "And is b

"oh, very good."

Jack's had enough of that old
flannel. "Now wait a minute!"

No, hold on, he's holding fire.

What's he saying? Oh, I know.

"Do I detect the hint of a Scots
accent?" Oh, yeah, very good.

"Yes. But I wasn't
actually born there".

Then the guv'nor comes in,
"did you go to school there?"

And he's saying, "why, yes!"

Jack says, "whereabouts?
Near Edinburgh?"

Look, that's stopped him.

Now, he's going to take
a step back, you watch.

Our people don't move.

"Stallourie?"

Yeah, he's beginning to freak.
"Yes, don't you remember...?"

Now he'll either rub
his hair or lick his lips.

Two out of two!

Now for the big bomb, "stallourie,
where you met fay McCloud."

Show him the photo.

Now show him the school photo.

"There's fay and there's
you. Remember her now?

"You introduced her to heroin."

He denies it.

Now Jack wades in with killing her, chopping
her up and throwing her to wild boar. Now big

what's he doing? Dunno.

Well, I've never
seen that before!

I want to thank you
for all you've done.

And so does my wife.

Because I'm retiring.

Ah! Oh! I didn't think I could.
Not until... I'd really found Millicent.

Or fay, as she is now.

And you've done that.

Well, with a little expert help.

Vicky is going to
help me tidy up.

I'm afraid I'm not very good at
saying goodbye, so... au revoir, then.

Bye-bye. Vicky.

Bye-bye.

Bye. Bye-bye.

Sweet man.

Sweet girl.

Yeah, she likes you, too.

You remind her... of her dad, yes, thank
you. How do you know? Have you told him?

No! It's all down to experience.

I understand exactly
how women think.

Oh, really? That's why you've had three
marriages, is it(?) I think I need another d

to experience!

What time do you make it, Gerry?

Two minutes to nine. Ok.

Off you go.

I'm afraid it's not possible for
you to interview David hendry.

Oh, don't tell me.
Psychiatric reports!

Is this about lawyers?

Hendry was found hanged
in his cell at 8.30 this morning.

Apparent suicide.

I'm sorry.

To tell you the
truth, sir. I'm not.

This case wasn't about
him. It was about her.

We found her, gave her back
to the people who loved her, so...

Look, what you've
done is outstanding.

It's a fantastic achievement.

Congratulations. All of you.

Mr strickland?

I seem to remember
a little wager we had?

£20, I think?

Yeah, yeah, you'll get it!

Thank you!

Was that some kind of a bet?

No!

Well, yes, but it wasn't..

Look it didn't have anything
to do with... horses! No!

Or dogs! No!

Tossers!

♪ 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... ♪

subtitles by BBC
broadcast - 2005