All language subtitles for New.Tricks.S04E06.Buried.Treasure.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track03

Do you take sugar?

Huh! How long have
we worked together?

Right, do you want the
bad news or the bad news?

What?

Strickland's just told
me that he's brought

the deadline for
the audit forward.

To when?

Friday,

which means we're gonna
have to start the paperwork

right now.

I can't do that!

Oh, Gerry, I think
after last year,

they can do anything they like.

Our paperwork was, um,

how did strickland put it?

A total shambles.

Yeah, well it's not gonna
be like that this time.

The new systems we put
in place should make it easy

for us to account for
every single penny we spent

the last 12 months!

Yeah, but what about
our proper work?

No new cases until
after the audit, I'm afraid.

Oh, I didn't know
accountancy was part of our job!

Anyway,

I've gotta get upstairs to
my meeting with strickland

so please, get started.

[Jack groans]

What new systems?

Humph! Buggered if I know.

And where's Brian
when you need him?

Good question.

[Laid-back music]

Scampi, come on!

Oh, come on, I should
be in work by now!

Ooh.

[Woman] Stop that!

Stop now!

Oh, stop!

Hello?

Hello?

You alright?

Oh!

What is it?

Look!

What, you okay?

He's, bones, human bones!

Oh my, oh god.

Leave it, scampi!

Drop it!

Come on, put that
down now! Put that down!

♪ It's alright it's okay ♪

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

♪ it's alright I say it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ it's alright doing fine ♪

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

♪ it's alright I say it's okay ♪

♪ we're getting to
the end of the day ♪

Now, if I were
you, I can offer that

-pathologist again,
-[Woman] Mr Lane!

See where they put your-

[woman] Mr. Lane!

Do you remember
the storm last week?

[Brian] Oh, yes.

[Woman] Brought
down that tree, you see.

[Brian] Must've been
a force 10 storm, then.

Well, normally a
tree being uprooted

would qualify as a force
10 on the beaufort scale,

but if you look closely,
you'll see it's diseased,

so it only took a force 9.

As the tree fell over,

the roots tore up the
ground, loosening the soil-

making it possible for
scampi to find the skeleton.

Yes, that's my
working hypothesis too!

[Reporter] Mr. Lane?

Yes?

Are you with the police?

[Brian] Yes.

If I can just ask you
a couple of questions.

No, you can't, thank you.

Bloody reporters.

Psst!

Where's Sandra?

She's upstairs with strickland.

Oh! You'll never guess what
happened with me this morning.

You found a body
buried on the common.

What?

You made the early
edition of the local rag.

Yeah, page three
and all! [Chuckles]

Come on then, who's the bird?

She's called Alice sandwell,

I met her on the
common this morning.

God, look.

Esther only left this
morning, he's at it already!

Can't trust anybody these days.

Oh, bloody hell, that
idiot reporter says

I'm in charge of the case!

She's coming!

Here, dog. Here, here, here.

[Dog whines]

Brian, right.

Sorry I'm late.

I found a body.

Yeah, I know you did, and
i'd love to hear all about it,

but I need you to
concentrate on the paperwork,

'cause they've brought
the audit forward.

Ah.

Yes.

Well, this body.

I thought there might be a
chance I could be seconded

to the investigating team.

No, not a chance.
I need you here.

So, I can reassure strickland
there's no problem, yeah?

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

And Brian! Get rid of the dog.

[Dog whines]

[Telephone rings]

Hello, Brian Lane.

Yeah, well, don't
put him through,

yes, sir, hello.

Now, can I just
stop you there, sir?

One, we haven't yet
ascertained the sex of the body

and two, I think you're
labouring under the misconception

that I'm in charge of this case.

No.

Can I ask you why you
wanted this information?

Mm-hmm.

And your name is?

No, it's just for the
records, purely routine.

Hello? You there?

Gone.

What was all that about?

An anonymous caller wanting
to know the sex of the corpse.

Strange.

I'll put a trace on the call.

That can wait!

And tell the front desk to
stop putting people through

to you down here,
this is not our case!

Our case is to get
this audit sorted out!

Yes, sir.

So, while she's upstairs,
you're the boss, are you?

That's right, well somebody
has to be in charge!

So who's your second-in-command?

What?

Who's second-in-command?

Brian!

In that case, Jack, I'll need

all your forensic
request forms, please.

Just give us a minute.

And Gerry, I need
your time sheets.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, I'll need them for
cross-referencing purposes.

Ah!

And while you're at
it, stick the kettle on.

No.

I'm going out to
have a cigarette.

[Jack sighs]

[Telephone rings]

Hello, Brian Lane.

Ah, yeah, hang, madam, can
you just calm down please?

Now, listen.

I'm not in charge of the case!

I know I was in the
paper but, listen, madam,

just give me your
name and I'll try,

right, Jackie.

Right, got that, and I'll pass
it onto the people in charge.

Thank you.

It's gone.

Where you off now?

Developments.

Well, don't leave the dog!

All be alright.

Gerry!

Oh, shit!

Given the new deadline,

I cannot stress too highly

the need to avoid
last year's fiasco.

Yeah, I know that, sir.

But with Brian leading the way,

I'm sure everything
will be in order

- and on time.
- Oh, here he is,

leading the way.

Brian?

Where are you going?

Oh, I'm just popping
these messages through

to the boys in murder.

Thanks to the
gentleman of the press,

the whole public thinks

I'm running the
hackdale common case.

Have you not heard?

Heard?

That there's no case, Brian.

Since when?

Since the pathologist found

that the bones were
over 600 years old.

600?

A murdered mediaeval
maiden, apparently.

Late mediaeval, actually.

Yes, well, the perfect
ucos investigation

if you didn't have your nose
to the financial grindstone.

Grindstone.

Late mediaeval.

How you doing, Gerry?

[Gerry groans]

Isn't amazing how
neutral acidity in the soil

can preserve a skeleton
in almost perfect condition,

for hundreds of years?

Fascinating.

Your point being?

Well, that skeleton I found
this morning was a woman

dating from the late
mediaeval period.

So, late mediaeval, that was,

yeah, it was probably
the black death, 1347.

800 people a day were
dying from the black death!

Now it's boredom.

Your point being
there's no murder inquiry.

So that's that.

Not quite.

That woman who rang
in earlier, asking about it,

was one Jackie small.

Not the wife of the
late Bobby small,

major villain of this parish?

Could be.

She was in a hell of a state.

Now, why would the
widow of a cutthroat gangster

be at all interested in
an ancient bag of bones?

Maybe she thought she
knew who they belonged to.

That's what I was thinking.

Someone her
horrible hubby topped?

[Brian] Worth
checking, isn't it?

Certainly is.

I'll go.

Hang on.

Nah, the smalls
and I go way back.

I found that body.

Alright, we'll both go!

Yeah, Jack, sort that
lot out for us, will ya?

And log some of these
receipts for me, will you?

Oh, and if the dog does a poo,

clean it up before
Sandra sees it.

Thanks, sister,
see you tomorrow.

Afternoon.

Friends in high places, eh?

- Can I help you?
- [Melancholy music]

I'm Brian Lane, this
is Gerry standing.

Are you policemen?

Don't you remember me, Jackie?

No, sorry.

I've spent a lot of time trying
to Nick your late husband.

Oh, right, yeah.

Left you a fine old legacy, eh?

Yeah.

And how much blood money
does a gaff like this cost?

Are you here about the
body on the common?

Yeah.

You better come in, then.

I want to confess.

To anything in particular?

A murder.

Now, why would a
smart cookie like you

say something stupid like that?

Because absolution isn't enough.

I realised now I need to
be punished for my sins.

Is this a wind-up?

No, I killed a girl!

When?

Seven years ago, last Christmas.

And you're telling us this

due to some
religious conversion?

I can't carry the
guilt around anymore.

What is this, candid camera?

I murdered a 19 year old
girl named Tina Murphy-

no, she bloody didn't.

And you are?

Laura, their daughter.

Ah! Last time I saw you,

you was in court!

Ah, you're coppers.

12 year old, marching around
in her own little mink coat,

while her dad walked on
a manslaughter charge!

Great British justice for ya.

No, that's a novel jury for you.

What you doing here?

[Brian] Your mother's
just confessing to a murder.

[Laughs] Oh, yeah?

Well, that's 'cause
she's sick in the head.

No!

Look, the stupid
cow doesn't know

what she's talking about,

she's on antidepressants.

Poor girl.

Chucks 'em down like smarties,

then goes on about
all this rubbish.

[Jackie] They found the
body, on the common.

Really?

Yeah!

[Chuckles] It was on the radio,

the body's 600 years old.

But-

[Laura] See, she's
completely confused.

Jackie, do you think you're
ready to make a statement?

Well, i-

no, she's not.

I think your mother
can speak for herself.

No, she can't.

Can you get out now?

Go on, get out.

I'm serious you know,
she's away with the fairies.

We'll be the judge of that.

So, what are you gonna do now?

Put a squeeze on her?

You what?

You know, sting
her for a few grand,

to keep your mouths shut.

You've got the wrong
fellas, sweetheart.

You know what? I
do recognise you.

Yeah?

You're my father's payroll,
along with the rest of 'em.

Just another copper for sale.

Let's get out of here.

You took your time!

- [Brian] Scampi!
- [Dog barks]

[Jack] How'd you get on?

Jackie small has confessed to
the murder of a young woman

called Tina Murphy.

Really?

[Gerry] Yes, really.

Trouble is, there's no
outstanding murder investigation

into anyone with a
name Tina Murphy.

She said she killed her in 2000

and buried her on
hackdale common.

Well, haven't you brought
her in to make a statement?

No, we tried.

But her daughter
put the mockers on it.

Said she's sick in the
head with depression.

And is she?

Maybe.

But it doesn't mean
she's not a killer!

[Jack] Oh, no, no.

Here, look. Allow me.

Oh, thank god.

I tell you what.

This spreadsheet's
gonna be a cracker

even if I say so meself.

Right, Gerry! Have you
got those time sheets yet?

Sod the time sheets, Brian!

Gerry, we have got to get
these accounts sorted out!

Strickland is breathing
down our neck as it is!

Jack, this is a murder!

Yes, I know, I know.

Alright, alright. Listen.

Let's suppose that Jackie
small's telling the truth,

and that poor girl is buried

somewhere near
our ancient cadaver.

Scampi's already found one body.

Well, he's not bloody Lassie!

[Chuckles] No, but
it's worth a try, innit?

Well, what about the accounts?

Listen, I'll stop here tonight
and work on the books.

Would ya?

Yeah, it's a bit strange
at home anyway

with Esther away.

[Jack] Oh, that's great!

In the morning, you
can take scampi out

and I can see what I
can find on Tina Murphy.

Yep.

Is that alright, boss?

[Jack sighs]

[Quirky music]

Hello!

Oh, Mr. Lane! Nice
to see you again.

Hello!

What are you up to?

Oh, Rhodey bashing.

Sorry?

We're removing the rhododendron.

What, from here?

Yeah.

Oh, my Esther loves them.

Oh! Well, they're all well
and good in a domestic setting

but out here in the wild,

they're a right royal
pain in the neck.

Really?

Oh, they dominate
the environment,

they make it impossible for
the indigenous flora to thrive.

Oh, are you forestry management?

No, no, I'm a professor
of biological science.

Get away.

My undergraduates have
marked out the entire area.

Fantastic.

Come and have a look,

and I'll show you how we study

- the fresh migration patterns.
- [Dog whines]

You know, Brian might be right!

There is no record of a
Tina Murphy being murdered

or even reported missing!

Maybe nobody cared
enough to notice.

Maybe.

So, no body, no missing person.

You better have another
go at that Jackie small.

Yeah.

And have you got those
time sheets for Brian?

Yeah, at home.

Where is Brian?

He went out for a battery.

What?

For his calculator.

Why can't he use the
calculator on his computer?

Well, he insists on
using his own. [Chuckles]

Present from Esther, apparently.

Anyway, strickland
wants to come down

for a progress
report at 3:00 P.M.

Ah, that gives me
time to nip home then!

What for?

Me time sheets.

And I'll go and see if I
can track down Brian.

How long does it
take to buy a battery?

Ah, you know what he's like!

See you at 3:00 P.M.!

[Sandra sighs]

So, anyway, those
are my sampling areas.

Now it's just a question of
waiting to see what happens.

Whereas I suppose
you are trying to discover

what did happen.

It's extraordinary, isn't it?

A body hidden
underground for 600 years.

Yep.

I wonder how she died.

Well, I'm afraid
we'll never know.

I'd love to have
got me teeth into it.

But there won't
be an investigation.

It's all pounds, shillings,
and pence these days.

Oh, isn't there any
way of finding out more?

I do so hate not getting
to the bottom of things.

Same here.

Brian!

Oh, Jack, I got sidetracked-

look, I'm sorry to interrupt.

This is-

Alice sandwell.

Professor Alice sandwell.

How'd you do? Jack halford.

Listen-

[Josh] Mr. Bartlett!

[Boys laughing]

Hang on.

[Josh] Mr. Bartlett!

Would you excuse us?

Alright, Josh, coming.

That call I had traced,
that was from a bartlett.

Well-

- wait, wait.
- Oh, Brian!

Mr. Bartlett!

Yes?

Sorry to disturb you.

That's quite alright.

This lot yours?

Yeah, it's a community
programme I help run,

most of these kids
don't even realise

they've got all this green
space on their doorstep.

Very commendable.

Thank you.

Mr. Bartlett, your
mobile phone number,

it's 07709 00632?

Yeah, that's right.

You rang the police
about the body we found.

I'm Brian Lane.

I take the boys' nature
orienteering in the woods,

I wanted to know if
there was any restriction

on my movements.

You wanted to know
about the sex of the body.

Well, it was female.

And 600 years old, I know.

Why were you so
interested in the gender?

Curiosity, I suppose.

And your reluctance
to give us your name?

I was just in a bit of a hurry.

Right. Okay, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Bye.

Oh, come on boys,

at least let's try and
take this seriously!

She told me not to talk to you.

Thinks I'm losing my mind.

I can't find any
trace of Tina Murphy.

If she is dead, no one's
missed her for seven years!

Doesn't surprise me.

She was a loner.

Worked cash-in-hand
in one of Bobby's pubs.

After she started,

you couldn't keep him
away from the place.

She was sleeping with him?

I didn't want to lose him.

So you killed her?

No.

Well, make up your mind!

I hired someone to do it for me.

You hired someone? Who?

Well, I don't want to say,

that's between him
and his conscience.

Do you want me to
investigate this or not?

He said he'd buried her
someone on the common,

that's why I thought
you found her!

Jackie, you're not giving
me anything to go on.

Well, can't you just
dig until you find her?

Just dig? What,
the whole common?

It's hard enough getting
them to pay me petrol bills.

Bobby dropped dead a
month after I had Tina killed.

He went to the
doctor's with backache,

he was riddled with cancer.

The nuns have made me
realise that's part of my penance,

but it's not enough!

There's a stain
on my soul forever,

and as you punish
me for that girl's death-

then give me a
name so I can prove it!

No.

This is about me, nobody else.

Ah!

The name, Neil Williams,
mean anything to you?

Yeah. Local mp and
property developer.

Went missing in 1993.

Body never found.

His business partner,
Michael Evans,

was convicted of his
murder four years later.

Even I remember that, it was
a timeshare scam, wasn't it?

That's right.

Smarmy-looking sod.

[Brian] What about him?

I ran a check on
your Mr. Bartlett.

And?

Andrew bartlett was Neil
Williams' next-door neighbour.

Get away.

Was he a suspect?

No, but was he questioned
when Williams disappeared.

And now he's
ringing up in a flat

wanting to know the sex
of the body in the woods?

And Michael Evans just
spent the last nine years in jail

protesting his innocence.

Ooh, hurry up,
we've got visitors.

Yes, so you see, that goes
in the description column

and that in the amounts column.

[Robert] Gentlemen.

[Gerry] Oh, afternoon.

As you are aware, sir,

my team have been
working round the clock

preparing for the audit,

and I'm sure they're now
ready to give you an update

on their progress so far.

Brian!

Yes, well, thus far, we've
accounted for all expenses

on training, on travel,

office equipment,
and forensic work.

Excellent. And?

Yes, the next area we
need to analyse and assess

is the dent we've made

in the centrally-funded
informant's budget.

Right, well, keep
up the good work.

Actually, I've designed

a rather novel data pi
function spreadsheet,

which allows you to
cross-reference as you collate.

Let me show it to you.

Brian, it's really
not necessary.

No, no, won't take a minute.

No, but it all seems
very thorough.

Oh, yes, it is, I assure you.

Well, keep at it, um, and if
any discrepancies do crop up-

you'll be the
first to know, sir.

Well done, Brian.

[Chuckles] You've bored
him into submission.

What do you mean, it is
fascinating, this stuff, look-

right, cut the crap,
what's going on?

Jack.

We've got a new case.

[Jack] Two.

I turn my back for one minute!

Jackie small!

Bobby's wife?

Exactly. Now, she thinks
the body is Tina Murphy,

who she had topped for
screwing her husband.

The only problem is, no one's
noticed that Tina's missing,

and she's hardly
a reliable witness.

You said two.

Remember local
mp, Neil Williams?

Disappeared in the mid '90s.

Oh yeah, the
timeshare fraudster.

That's right.

And his business
partner, Michael Evans,

was sent down for it.

Well, when Brian
found that skeleton,

Williams' next door
neighbour, one Andrew bartlett,

started to ask questions,

and we thought we'd
better find out why.

Look, I know this all
sounds a bit far-fetched but-

sounds like Scooby-bloody-doo.

So, uh, it's back to
the paperwork, is it?

Brian.

Can you assure me that we'll
be ready for those auditors?

Absolutely.

Let me show it to you.

No, you go ahead
and work your magic.

Jack, go talk to bartlett,

Gerry, you and I'll
go visit Jackie small.

You sure?

Oh, yes. I'm a copper,
not an accountant!

Oh, and I'm stuck here.

[Gerry] They're moving out.

So, you spent a few years

trying to put Bobby
small away, did you?

Yeah, trying and failing.

The arsehole bought
himself out of trouble...

What's she doing?

[Laura] Oi!

[Sign clangs]

Laura, what do you
think you're doing?

[Laura] That bitch is selling-

[Gerry] Yeah, I can see that!

Wants to give the profits
to the bloody penguins.

[Sandra] To the what?

[Gerry] The local
nuns. Take it easy!

This palace is all I've
got in my inheritance!

Yeah, well me
heart bleeds for ya.

[Sandra] Is your mother inside?

Leave her alone.

You stupid pigs, you're just
gonna lie anyway, aren't ya?

Christ, you're your
father's daughter, alright.

Jackie?

Ah, Jackie.

This is detective
superintendent Pullman.

Oh, I'm too tired.

Yeah, I'm sorry, love,

but we need the name
of that hit man, okay?

[Jackie groans]

Now, come on.

What was his name?

Oh, shit!

How many of these
have you taken?

She's just a kid.

[Gerry] Governor.

Yeah.

I'll call an ambulance.

Come on, stay awake,
Jackie, come on!

Give us a name!

[Sandra] Hi, it's ds Pullman,

-requesting an ambulance
to -Jackie, come on!

Who killed Tina Murphy?

[Sandra] [Indistinct]
Park gardens, w11.

- Cheers, bye.
- Louis.

What?

Louis.

Louis who?

[Laura] What's going on?

Johnson.

Louis Johnson?

Um, excuse me, Mr. Bartlett?

I'm sorry to interrupt.

Right, boys. You
carry on with that.

I'll be back in a sec.

It's just that we're, uh,

following a new line of inquiry

into the death of Neil Williams.

Uh, well, his partner was
convicted of killing him,

eight or nine years ago.

According to our records,

both you and your wife were
interviewed when he disappeared.

Ah, he was our
next-door neighbour.

Were you friends?

Hardly.

In your interview,

you said you went to
parties at his house.

Well, once or twice, yes,

but they were
rather large affairs.

We'd barely speak to him.

So you weren't a
friend of Williams?

No, not really.

And your wife?

No more than me. [Chuckles]

I wonder if I could talk to her?

She passed away.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise.

Nearly three years ago.

Brain haemorrhage.

I see.

If you need more
information about Neil's death,

wouldn't you be better
off talking to his killer?

[Jack] Mr. Evans.

Who are you?

Jack halford.

I'm reinvestigating the
murder of Neil Williams.

What was your name again?

Halford.

Don't remember you from
when they arrested me.

No, I'm new to the case.

12th of may, 1993.

I'm sorry?

That's the first time
they arrested me.

I wasn't charged
until three years later.

The debt of inspector
Potter. That was the name.

He seemed determined
to prove it was me.

And you've always
maintained your innocence?

I was an architect,

I know.

Of my own downfall. [Chuckles]

Can you tell me about
the day of the murder?

All I ever did was to draw
out the plans for the property.

How was I supposed to know that

Neil never intended
to build them?

He fooled me, same
as he fooled the clients.

Mr. Evans, can you tell me
what happened on that day?

The night I found
out he was a fraud,

I was mortified. Horrified.

I got drunk. I'll admit that.

And I would've had
to have confront him,

to tell him that I
wanted no part of it.

We had a bit of scuffle, he
fell over and he cut himself.

I helped him up and
then he threw me out.

And that was the last
time I saw him alive.

A passerby heard the shouting

and they found traces of
Neil's blood on my clothing

and that's why I'm in here now.

Thanks, well, keep
me informed, will you?

Cheers, bye.

How is she?

After all that, it wasn't
even an overdose.

You're kidding!

No, she mixed up her pills,

the one she took was
seven years out of date.

That's why she copped out.

Dozy mare.

Do you actually know this bloke?

Yeah, yeah. I've nicked
him a couple of times.

He's really small fry, you know?

I could see that. Come on.

[Gerry grunts]

Gerry standing.

Detective superintendent
Pullman, Louis Johnson.

Your probation officer said
you'd gone up in the world.

Can we come in?

Welcome to the
presidential suite.

[Gerry sniffs]

Sorry about the chairs.

[Sandra] Don't worry about it.

The chippendales are
arriving tomorrow. [Chuckles]

Nice to see that

your palatial surroundings
aren't getting you down.

No chance. It's not
for long, anyway.

It's just until I can
find a bit of work.

Legit, I hope?

'Cause.

Talking of which.

Yeah, a little bird told
us that seven years ago

you did a job for Jackie small.

Who?

Come off it, Louis.

Look, I don't know
what you're on about!

Jacqueline small.

Widow of Bobby.

Well, I know who Bobby small is,

but I've never had the
pleasure of working for him.

Or his wife.

Ooh! Nice motor.

Cheers. It's my pride and joy.

Still got it?

I wish.

It'll suit the uniform.

Tina Murphy.

What?

Does the name
mean anything to you?

No.

Come on!

Look, I wouldn't
lie to you, Gerry!

So I couldn't hire you
as a hit man, then?

Hit man?

Me? Are you sure?

I want a pint of
whatever yous lot are on!

Tell me, what do you
know about Andrew bartlett?

The next-door neighbour?

Yeah.

Nothing to say, really.

He's quite a,
pleasant, sort of, chap.

And how did Neil find him?

Oh, he used to make
fun of him and his wife.

He nicknamed them the stiffs.

Often wondered what he
called me behind my back.

Why the stiffs?

Because they were quiet.

Decent people,
Neil didn't like that.

Why not?

I remember him saying
he had designs on them.

Designs?

He was a great
one for seduction.

The tough of the nut,
the pith of the crack,

he used to say.

And did he manage
to crack Mrs. Bartlett?

Not to my knowledge.

You've been very
helpful, Michael.

Thanks for your time.

You already have, haven't you?

- Evans.
- Wait.

What?

Do you think he did it?

It's very early stages
in the investigation.

He's a suspect.

Everybody is a suspect.

[Michael pants]

Are you alright?

Tell me you think he did it.

That might stand a chance
of getting out of here.

I'm sorry, Michael,
I've got to go.

Oh, this is a nice surprise!

I've brought some soup!

Oh, lovely.

Here, boy!

[Dog whimpers]

[Chuckles] So,
have you found out

anything more about our body?

Yes, well, I've managed
to extract a fair bit

from our pathologist.

Ooh. Excellent.

The pathologist says that
judging by the pubic symphysis,

she was a teenager.

Really, that young?

Also, the spread of
the pelvic bone indicates

a late-stage pregnancy.

Oh, poor girl.

The strange thing is the
foetal skeleton is absent.

Well, maybe she
had just given birth.

Well, she hadn't gone
the full term, remember.

He also said that
there was a slight Nick

at the bottom of her rib cage.

Like a knife wound?

That's a possibility.

So, maybe someone
removed the baby.

[Alice sighs]

Well, the pathologist has
done me a bit of a favour.

Using the precise
dimensions of the skull,

he's created a digital
artist's impression

of how she might've
looked. Here.

Oh!

Pretty, little thing, isn't she?

We should give her a name!

How about Guinevere?

I like it.

Right then. Guinevere, it is.

Thank you, Mr. Bartlett,
that's very good of you.

See you in about an hour.

Pulling bartlett
in for a little chat.

Gonna rattle his cage a bit.

Good. Where's Brian?

He should be here
preparing for the audit-

sh!

Doesn't like going home
when Esther's away.

What is that smell?

Well, it's not the dog.

Governor?

Yeah?

This is everything I
could find on Bobby small.

That's from police surveillance
to press, everything, right.

Now, there's no
mention of Tina Murphy

in any of the police files,

but this young woman
keeps popping up in the snaps

from '99 onwards.

Tea, anyone?

Yeah, please.

I will, yes please.

Not for me.

Morning, Brian.

[Grunts] Oh, good morning-

look at this!

Lying, little toerag! He was
working for Bobby small!

Oh, someone left in a hurry.

Yeah.

Oi, oi! You've been
telling porkies, haven't ya?

Not me, Mr. Standing.

You worked for Bobby small.

Yeah.

- Ah!
- [Dramatic music]

Oh!

Get out the way! Out, out!

Oh, shit!

Oh!

Don't worry about
me, get him, get him!

Ah!

He's gone. But he dropped this.

If I could find Jackie
small's number in here,

then we can prove
a link between them.

Well?

Nothing.

Bollocks!

Bleeding waste of time.

I see from the payroll
records that you've claimed

132 hours overtime in
the last financial year!

And?

Exactly 11 hours each month.

Yeah, well, I'm a
creature of habit.

Even so, looks a
bit odd, doesn't it?

The same amount
of hours every month?

Eyebrows will be raised.

Will they? Well, let them.

Look, I've given Sandra
my personal assurance

that this will be sorted
out by tomorrow,

so I need your time sheets, now!

Alright, alright-

right now, Gerry!

Alright!

There you go.

Sodding time sheets.

Oh, what a mess!

Most of these are empty.

Yeah, well, I got a
bit behind doing 'em,

then I, sort of, just guessed
how much overtime I'd done.

Couldn't you have
varied them a bit?

Look, I'm probably losing
a good few quid in wages!

You know what
they call this? Fraud.

Fraud?

As I said, we're pursuing
a new line of inquiry

and we're very grateful for
any help that you can give us.

And as I said, I don't see
how I can be of any help.

These parties you used to
go to at Neil Williams' place.

Mm, what about them?

Did you ever get involved in
any kind of domestic dispute

with him when you were there?

No.

You sure?

Positive.

How about Marjorie?

Sorry?

Did she?

No, I don't think so.

Lot of people seem to think

that he was a
good-looking sort of a fellow.

If you like that sort of thing.

Did Marjorie find him handsome?

She never said.

She might've done.

What are you insinuating?

Nothing.

I've come here today,
of my own volition,

to help you with your inquiry.

And we're very grateful.

How would like me to start
making lascivious comments

about your late wife?

Look, all I'm trying
to do is make sense

out of Neil Williams' life.

Well, I'd have appreciated
it if you could do so

without sullying
my wife's memory.

I just want to establish her
relationship with the victim.

I have nothing further to add.

Neil Williams is buried
somewhere near that log cabin,

otherwise why did bartlett panic
when those bones turned up?

I think his wife was
sleeping with Williams,

bartlett found out and did him.

Yeah, but this is
all circumstantial,

we can't just go
randomly digging,

we need to have
more evidence to go on,

- wouldn't we?
- Obviously I know that!

Yes! Why didn't I
think of it before?

- [Dog barks]
- What?

I know someone who
might be able to tell us

where your body's buried.

Statistically, the murderer
generally gets rid of a body

no more than 200 yards
from the sight of the killing.

What, so, if someone
was killed in that cabin,

they could be buried close by?

Exactly.

So, Alice. We want you to
cast your eye over this area,

your expert eye.

Mm.

And see if you can spot
anything out of the ordinary.

We're looking for
any signs of ground

that might've been dug
up a dozen years or so ago.

Well, I'm flattered
by your confidence,

but I'm not sure
that I can justify it.

We have an audience.

This environment is
constantly evolving!

It's in a state of
permanent flux.

We think the body was
disposed of in late spring.

Ah, the common's a
beautiful sight in late spring.

Covered in bluebells,
native bluebells.

So, if someone dug a big hole,

it would leave a
considerable bare patch?

Oh, yes, it would.

That, hang on a minute.

There is something I've
always wondered about.

Come and have a look at this.

Prunus laurocerasus
rotundifolia, yes,

that might provide your answer.

What, this stuff?

Yes, it's a vigorous
evergreen shrub,

it grows at great
speed almost anywhere

as long as it's left unchecked,

and it is definitely
not native to this area.

Does it self-seed?

Oh, no, absolutely not.

So, somebody planted this?

To cover a clear patch?

That would certainly
be my guess.

Alice, you're a genius.

Sandra? I think we've
narrowed the field of search.

And if we play our cards right,

our friend bartlett might help
us to narrow it even further.

Okay, thanks, Jack.

Keep me posted, yeah?

Right, bye!

What?

I'm sorry, governor,

I've gotta talk to
you about something.

It's-

[telephone rings]

Is that you?

No!

Well, it's not me!

Hello?

[Caller] Who's that?

Uh, Louis.

[Caller] I'm just checking,

did you say eight
or nine tonight?

Eight o'clock tonight.

[Caller] In the greenwood?

That's right. I'll
see you there.

Where the hell's
the greenwood pub?

Look it up, I'll drive.

[Eerie music]

[Gerry] Ah, not again!

[Louis] Ah!

[Sandra] Yep.

Ah.

Who are you?

Hello, Tina.

Perhaps it's third time lucky.

[Jack] He's found something!

[Andrew] Oh, god!

Come on.

Bartlett!

Run into an old friend, have we?

No, no, I.

God.

[Brian] Guinevere's baby.

Are you saying that's not you?

Yeah.

Well, I'm saying it is.

You are Tina Murphy.

That might be Tina
Murphy, I'm not.

You were Bobby small's lover!

My name's pauline Webster.

Tina Murphy!

Pauline Webster.

If she is Tina Murphy, and
you were paid to take her out,

what went wrong?

Don't know what you're on about.

[Knocking on door]

Yep.

Cheers.

Interview suspended
at 11:30 P.M.

Well, I fancy a cup of tea.

How about you, Tina?

Sorry, who?

Can you identify that woman?

[Gerry] You owe
Jackie small a refund.

And us an explanation.

I used to do the odd
driving job for Bobby.

Anyway, boom, one night, he's
booked me to pick Jackie up.

She was rat-arsed.

Started asking me
about hiring a hit man.

Said she was willing
to pay 50 grand.

Nice work, if you could get it.

I could've started
a fleet of motors

with that kinda money.

So I gave her something blindly

about being a
marksman in the army.

Were you ever in the army?

[Chuckles] What do you think?

So she gave you the job?

Did you ever intend
to carry out the hit?

I had it planned.

But I'm no killer.

Tina is refusing
to press charges,

and without her evidence, the
cps are unlikely to prosecute.

I just can't believe
she's still alive.

It's a miracle!

It's not a miracle.

God's answered all my prayers!

So can we stop with all
this household crap now?

It's too late, I found a buyer.

What? Who?

The church, made
me a very fair offer-

oh, you are not giving
it to those bloody nuns!

They're gonna use
this place as a retreat.

Oh no, mum,
seriously, please just-

sorry, love, but
my mind's made up.

She should get done

for giving everything
away that dad built.

Stole.

Much as I loved him,

we all know your dad
was a thieving old bastard.

We'll leave you to it.

Yeah, see ya!

See you!

Last man standing.

It's a long time since
anyone called me that.

Mm.

Considering she was
completely vitriolic

towards her mum
over the murder stuff

when she thought she was ill,

then she was
genuinely quite upset.

Look, governor.

Did you wonder why she
called me last man standing?

Yes, I did.

Well, I'd just started in cid,

and everyone in my
squad and I mean everyone,

was taking a backhander
off of Bobby small, except me.

Last man standing.

My mates sent me to coventry.

Not one of them spoke to me.

It's the worse time in me life.

And in the end, I couldn't
handle it anymore,

I gave in and put him
for a transfer to vice.

I've never thought
you were bent, Gerry.

Thanks, governor.

But that makes it even worse.

I've done something
really stupid.

They treating you alright?

As well as can be expected.

They found Neil Williams' body

not two feet from
where you were digging.

In the dark it was confusing,

the Laurel spread everywhere.

Couldn't find him.

I would like you to tell
me, in your own words,

exactly what happened on
the night of may the 10th, 1993.

Um, it was bad weather.

I just called by to check
that the cabin was okay,

and there they were.

On the table.

I grabbed a knife
from the drawer and-

you stabbed him?

Yep.

Where?

In the back.

And the neck.

How?

Sorry, i-

well, just show me how you...

Like this.

You were considerably
taller than Neil Williams,

weren't you?

Uh, couple of inches, maybe.

I've just had a word
with the pathologist.

He reckons that the marks on
the victim's vertebrae suggest

that he was stabbed by
a much smaller person.

In a, reaching up, like this.

How tall was Marjorie, Andrew?

[Ominous music]

I hope you won't be
offended when I tell you

that I don't believe
a word of your story.

Neil Williams ruined my life.

I was happy until he came along

with his easy charm
and his appetites.

He saw right through
me the first time I met him,

he told me so.

I became a challenge.

He wouldn't rest until...

You had an affair with him?

I remember the first time.

"Mission accomplished," he said.

And Marjorie found out?

I hate the word gay.

All I wanted was Marjorie

and he appeared.

How did she kill him?

Exactly as I said.

Only the roles were reverse.

But Marjorie's gone, why
didn't you tell the truth?

I've worked with
children all my life,

if people found out
that I'd used that cabin

for some sort of
sordid, sexual tryst-

you'd rather be thought
of as a murderer?

And I didn't want

Marjorie's memory dragged
through the mud, either.

It was my fault she
did what she did.

I deserve the blame.

Strickland's gonna
be here any minute,

what am I gonna tell him?

Well, couldn't we say
it's a computer virus?

This isn't just
about you, Gerry,

it reflects on me, i'm
your commanding officer!

And why didn't Brian tell me?

Dunno.

Maybe he thought,

I dunno.

I think it's a lovely
gesture, Alice,

planting a tree in their memory.

Well, let's hope it lasts
for another 600 years!

And thank you for all your help.

Oh, it's been
really interesting.

Alice, isn't that
a rhododendron?

I thought it was the enemy.

It's a present

for your Esther, 'cause
you said she liked them.

Aw, thank you!

Well, look after yourself.

I will. Bye.

Bye.

He's here.

I'm sorry, Sandra.

So, I've just been notified

that you proved more than
capable of defying orders,

and taking on
unauthorised cases.

With excellent
results, I might add, sir!

Yes, well, I hope you
show the same zeal

when it comes to
preparing the audit.

Sir, I need to-

oh, Brian!

Brian.

Ah, yes, sir.

Now, I've trawled every
aspect of the expenditure,

that's for all areas
of the budget

and for every
member of the team.

And give or take the cost
of the odd postage stamp,

it's all absolutely accurate.

So here we are,
sir, all the files,

including all the
overtime sheets.

Yes, well, that's very
kind of you, Brian,

I'll send someone
down to pick 'em up.

Well done.

Get rid of the dog.

Sir.

Brian!

Did you just lie to strickland?

I was just a bit
creative with the truth.

Yeah, but what
about my time sheets?

I stayed up all night, didn't I?

Reworking them, using
Jack's time sheets and me own,

plus a bit of ingenuity.

And now you can add master
forger to your evergrowing cv.

Well, thanks a
lot mate, I owe ya.

You know what,
Gerry, you were right.

You've diddled yourself.

Jack and I claim for twice
as much overtime as you.

Bloody typical!

That's a very nice-looking
plant you've got there, Brian.

Yes, it's a rhododendron.

It's for Esther.

She's coming home tonight.

That's very thoughtful of you.

Esther will be moved.

I'll tell you what
she'd really like, Brian.

Before she arrives, run
a nice hot bubble bath

then get in it and
give yourself a wash,

'cause you stink.

Pooh.

♪ It's alright it's okay ♪

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

♪ it's alright I say it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ it's alright doing fine ♪

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

♪ it's alright I say it's okay ♪

♪ we're getting to
the end of the day ♪

♪ high tech low
tech take your pick ♪

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

♪ I don't care what
anybody says ♪

♪ at the end of the day ♪