All language subtitles for New.Tricks.S04E08.Big.Topped.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track03

[Dramatic piano music]

Hello.

Morning!

[Upbeat music]

No, I've told you,
I've had enough.

I'm sick of driving you around.

This is the last time!

[Car engine whirs]

Isn't this great?

Fantastic.

Last time I came to the
circus, I was with my dad.

Last time I came, I was nine!

Last time I came, I was sick.

I could kill
strickland for this.

What you moaning about?

We're going to see
a whole show for free.

There's no such
thing as a free...

This is exciting, isn't it?

Hermione and Rufus
would have loved this.

Who?

Hermione and Rufus.
They're my children.

Sorry, sir, but why have
you arranged all this?

I wanted you to see the circus,

and this is the last few days

of rehearsal before they open
the new season, so come on.

I used to have a
hamster called Rufus.

Shut up!

My lords, ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to spingles' circus,
the greatest show on earth!

Roger, at that point I
want the lights up, right?

And, Phil, that's a
cue for the music, yes?

Take it away, Gina!

[Upbeat music]

[Crowd exclaiming]

[Crowd exclaiming]

[Crowd laughing]

God, I hate the bloody circus!

♪ It's all right ♪

♪ it's okay ♪

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

♪ it's all right ♪

♪ I say it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ it's all right ♪

♪ doin' fine ♪

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

♪ it's all right ♪

♪ it's okay ♪

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

Amazing, that feeling
you get from the circus.

It never changes.

It's just as I remember it.

Yeah, crap.

I'd like to thank
you all for coming.

So, first thing tomorrow
I'll send down the files.

The great miraculo.

In 1990, he burnt to
death in his caravan.

Suspected suicide.

But there was no categoric
proof, so it was left on file.

Although miraculo,
aka Bert dignam,

caught fire, the caravan didn't,

and the only thing
left were his feet

in a pair of Turkish slippers.

Why resurrect it now, sir?

A woman called Christy Berlin.

It seems that mr dignam
was her biological father.

Now, I've looked at the file,

and I think she has good
grounds to re-examine this case.

She runs an international
transport company.

Oh, I see...

I'm sorry?

I had hoped that the exotic
complexity of this case might

appeal to your more
idiosyncratic natures,

or perhaps I should simply have
emphasised that the dead man

was a human being,
like his daughter.

Good night.

Ooh!

Not very smart.

What? Someone with
money pulls a few strings

and the next thing
her biological dad's

mysterious death
is on our desks?

Do me a favour!

You know it doesn't
work like that.

Whatever else he
is, strickland's no fool.

He called his son Rufus!

[Chuckling]

Strickland wouldn't push
a case for no good reason.

Spingles' circus, August
3rd 1990, finsbury park.

At 6am, the fire
brigade attend a fire

in the caravan of Bert dignam.

They broke in and found
the door locked from the inside

with the key still in it
and all the windows

shut, but all the interior
of the caravan was intact,

apart from a melted television.

Cause of fire?

Unknown. Bert, he was a smoker.

Who gained by his death?

Well, that's it, really, no one.

I mean, he wasn't insured,

the circus wasn't
left to any one person

and in fact, the rest of
the troupe got together

and ran it as a co-operative.

So you're saying that
the mystery is both

how and why he died.

Yeah. The problem is
he's disappeared again.

I can't find his feet.

They're not with
the rest of forensics.

Oh, great. Now,
what's this in the margin,

in the fire report?

It says "spon.Com".

Internet address?

Well, obviously!

In 1990? Unlikely.

Spontaneous combustion.

- What?
- Eh?

When people just
burst into flames

for no apparent reason.

Give over. There's
no such thing.

Charles dickens. Bleak house.

That's a work of fiction.

It happens.

People just self-ignite
and there's nothing left.

It would explain all this.

It doesn't explain anything.

Fine, but let's not dismiss
it out of hand, yeah?

Isn't there a better picture
than this? It's hopeless.

No, not on the file.

Find one.

All right!

And then, starting Monday,

we'll see how co-operative
the co-operative are.

Meantime, let's talk to
the dead man's daughter.

Yeah. Lovely.

"Spontaneous combustion"!

Well, it's only an idea!

It's ridiculous.

I don't know what you're
getting so shirty about...

So, you're the daughter
of Bert dignam?

I was adopted.

My parents died in a car crash.

I applied for a passport and
discovered my birth certificate

with the names of my
real mother and father.

Thank you.

Bert dignam and oona magilton.

I traced my mother
quite quickly.

She refuses to have any contact.

So all I had left was my dad.

He was a bit more difficult,

partly because he
worked in the circus

and moved around so much,

partly because of his alias.

And partly because he's dead.

When I found out how
he died, I was horrified,

even more so when I discovered

the case had simply
been forgotten.

On file, not forgotten.

Ignored.

It doesn't quite work that way.

17 years and no
one does anything?

I believe that the original team

felt that the most likely
explanation was suicide.

A pair of smoking feet
inside a locked caravan?

No trace of an accelerant?

Have you ever come across
a case of someone setting fire

to themselves without
using fuel to get it going?

Exactly.

By the same token, it
seems a rather bizarre

and unlikely way
to cover up foul play.

I work in a very competitive
business, mr halford.

In my experience, if people
want something badly enough,

they're capable of anything.

Yeah, but what would
anybody want with your...

He owned the circus.

Ah.

Okay, thank you, ms Berlin.

And I promise that we'll
do our best to find out

what really happened
to your father.

Sandra?

Do you mind if I call you that?

No.

You're a serving officer,

but I didn't realise
quite how elderly

your colleagues would be.

Experienced.

And they were
the best. Still are.

It's just finding out
about my father,

it means everything to me.

Do you understand?

Yes.

She'd eat you alive.

Lovely!

Now we've met her,

I think it's even more out
of order taking on this case.

Why? 'Cause she's
a feisty young female

who's put your back up?

I seem to remember
another feisty young female

who put people's backs up.

Thank you.

I gave her a job.

Yeah, well.

Maybe I'd like to help Christy
the same way you helped me.

You see, that's the
trouble with men.

They just can't handle
a strong woman.

What you on about? We've
put up with you for bloody ages.

Several case studies.

Bangor university.

Examples of, yes.

Yes.

I'm right and he's wrong!

I am right and he is wrong!

[Suspenseful music]

What are we doing here?

It's the middle of
bloody nowhere!

Have you bought
yourself a holiday home?

Christ!

What the hell is that?

It's a pig.

Pig?

A pig in a magician's costume.

I got it from a butcher.

A pig being almost identical in
body mass to a human being.

Guess what I'm gonna do now.

Turn into a pumpkin?

I'm going to prove
exactly how and why

the great miraculo died.

Gerry, give us a fag.

So what do we do now?

We wait.

Well, we get out
first, of course.

Brian, we've been
here for hours.

Yeah, I've had
enough of this, Brian.

Are you gonna explain or not?

All right, listen.

Spontaneous
combustion is a myth.

Five years ago, bangor
university decided to prove it.

So they stuck a pig in
a dress and set fire to it.

What they found was that
the pig kept on burning,

only very slowly
and for many hours.

[Jack] How come?

The clothing.

It absorbs the fat that
leaches out of the pig

due to the heat.

It acts like an external
Candlewick, never burning quickly

but with ferocious heat
and only over a small area.

Yes! The fire's dying down.

Ah! Bloody hell, that's hot!

Bloody hell!

Oh, the trotters
are still there!

The extremities. Hands and feet.

Not enough fat to burn them.

Well, that's the first part
of the mystery solved!

Terrible waste of pork.

[Camera clicking]

I still don't buy it.

Bert dignam was
a circus performer.

Fit, energetic, 40.

Exactly.

And even if he did catch
fire, he wouldn't just keel over.

He'd roll around
and try and put it out.

Precisely.

I wish you'd stop
agreeing with me!

So what are you saying, then?

Accident, suicide, what?

Neither.

I'm saying he didn't roll over
because he was already dead,

because he was set
alight after he died.

And the only reason you'd
do that is to cover up a murder.

Well, fires need oxygen.

If you set someone alight,

why would you
close all the windows?

And if it was murder,

how come the door was
locked from the inside?

Well, he was a magician!

I'm being serious here.

If the great miraculo
was murdered,

how did the killer get out?

I don't know!

[Phone ringing]

That's what I can't
work out. But I will.

[Phone ringing]

Come on, Gerry,
where's that tea?

Hello?

Yeah.

There you go, one
with sugar, one without.

When?

[Eerie music]

Okay, yeah, thank you.

I'll, I'll be right there.

Yeah. Bye.

It's my mum. She's had a stroke.

She's resting at the moment.

Thank you.

[Heart monitor beeping]

Hello, mum.

Gordon?

Gordon...

Er, no, mum. It's
me. It's Sandra.

No car.

Gordon not car...

Mum?

Not Gordon car.

Why...

It's all right. It's all right.

Hi.

How is she?

Well, she's a bit...

It's affected her left side,

but it could be
worse, apparently.

It's only a mini stroke,
not the full-blown number.

Oh, well, that's something.

She's not making
any sense, though.

She's just talking about my dad.

Yeah, well...

Anyway, thank you for waiting.

Please will you take me home?

Of course. Come on.

- Oh, all right?
- Hiya.

How's your mum?

She was still
asleep when I went,

but the doctors seem
pretty upbeat, so...

So how are you?

I'm fine.

May I help you?

Yes. Detective
superintendent Pullman.

Oh, yes. Ycos. Yes.

It's close enough.

You wanted to talk
about the great miraculo.

May I ask why?

Well, it was a suspicious
death, still unsolved.

As such, the case
remains open on file.

So even after 17 years?

We never close.

And you were with
the circus then?

Yes, we both were,
myself and martita, my wife.

Did you witness the fire?

No, we were woken
by the fire engines.

When the firemen broke
down the caravan door,

we couldn't believe
what they found.

I mean, the smell was...

Who identified the body?

That would've been me.

How? It was only his feet.

Oh, the slippers.

I mean, who else could it
have been except for Bert?

What was Bert's mood
at the time of his death?

[Michael] He was
unhappy and depressed.

Did he have any enemies?

What, apart from the bank? No.

Excuse me, may I help you?

Now Bert, he wasn't married.

He had a relationship,
didn't he, with oona magilton?

Oona? Yes.

You knew her?

We suspected that they'd
both been having an affair,

that's all.

Actually, they had a child.

Oh, you didn't know?

I didn't know, no. I mean,
she left quite suddenly.

We weren't sure why, were we?

[Jack] You never thought to ask?

People often leave the circus.

Do you have any
pictures of Bert?

Well, only one, I think.

Would you mind? Thank you.

Excuse me!

[Upbeat music]

Bow.

Up.

Speak, speak, speak.

[Dog barks]

Come on! Come on! Come on.

Wow!

Come on. Here we go. Here we go.

Come on. This way.

Come on.

Come on.

Oh, hi there!

No. No, no, no, no.

Don't come too near.

Not before they've been fed.

Oh, this is Antonio!

He's also one of the original
members of spingles' circus.

They're very twitchy.

I just better get 'em
something to eat.

Right.

We understand that
when miraculo died,

spingles' was losing money
badly and yet somehow

you managed to keep it going.

Is that right?

Yes, that's right. A lot of
the debts were written off.

So Bert dying was a
stroke of luck, really?

No, I didn't mean
that at all! No!

How many of you were
there when you took over?

15 in the co-operative.

What about now?

Well, it's still a co-operative,

but a lot of the
members have moved on.

There's four of us now.

There's myself,
Antonio, martita and...

[Horn honking]

Joey. Joey the clown.

[Joey laughing]

[Buzzer buzzes]

God!

That was a stu...

You...

Take it easy. Easy.

Here.

Thank you.

So is that any good?

Yes.

Thank you very
much for your time.

Oh, yes, bloody funny.

Do circuses earn any
money these days?

I bloody hope not.

He doesn't act like
he's in a co-operative,

does he, Michael?

And he is the ringmaster now.

How could he know
they were Bert's feet

inside those slippers?

Hang on, chaps, what if
the great miraculo didn't die?

What if he just pretended to,

leaving a random pair of feet
inside his trademark slippers?

Why would he do that?

Well, what better way to get
out of the money problems

he was having?

Yeah, but then he would have
had to murder someone else.

Exactly.

Which is why we should be
looking for missing persons

in the finsbury park
area circa August 1990.

But you're right about Michael.

We should check him out and

see if he's got a
criminal record.

Well, let's say you're right.

It still doesn't solve the
mystery of the locked caravan.

And we'd still have
to prove that those feet

aren't the great miraculo's.

And there's no
way we can do that.

We can if we can find 'em.

How?

DNA.

Won't work.

Why?

Well, even if we had
the feet or the slippers

to get a DNA trace,

we don't have any of
Bert's DNA to compare it to.

No. But we do have his daughter.

Hello!

Oh, darling!

How sweet of you!

You look much better.

How's your arm?

Well...

That's really good.

Oh, please! Don't
patronise me. It's rubbish.

Oh, well, at least your
speech has improved.

I'm sorry. I'm not
a very good invalid.

When I came to see
you the other evening,

you kept talking about dad.

Did I?

- Yeah.
- How odd.

Sandra, I need you to
do something for me.

Yeah, of course.

In case something
like this happens again.

Oh, don't...

- When.
- Stop it.

No, I have to be
serious about this,

which would be a first, I admit.

There's some papers
in my room at the home.

Well, actually, there's a
power of attorney document.

Strokes run in the family.

Great.

I'm just trying to...

I need some more
clothes, anyway.

Yes. It's all right.

I'll get some stuff.

Thank you.

No wine?

Any joy? On the search?

We've trawled through
missing persons in

and around north
London in August 1990,

but nothing.

Okay, try June, July.

Spingles' weren't
in London then.

And miraculo
wouldn't keep a corpse

in his caravan for
a month, would he?

And mr ringmaster, aka
Michael meadowcroft, is clean.

He's even got a bravery award
for saving some drowning girl.

Oh...

[Phone ringing]

Brian Lane, ucos. Oh, Gerry.

Where are you?

Just finding me feet.

Or should I say Bert's?

[Christy] Why would
you want my DNA?

'Cause we need
to be certain that

your father's remains are his.

Why wouldn't they be?

If your father was killed,

we'll have to prove
in court that any

forensic evidence
is 100% correct

okay.

Do you think...

Would it be possible for me
to see what's left of my father?

Does that sound a bit weird?

It's just...

I just feel the need to
connect to him somehow,

to know what happened to him.

That's all I want.

What else have I got?

What?

DNA results are back.
Christy Berlin and the feet.

Sounds like a band.

Bert and Christy aren't related.

Yes! I knew it! Bert's
still alive! I told you.

Right, keep checking
missing persons

and then find out who
was with the circus

at the time of the fire.

See where they are now.

What, all of 'em?

Yeah. They're in the case file.

God, that picture's hopeless.

Haven't you found a new one yet?

Here, I'll chase it up.

No, hang on a minute,

there might be somebody
who's got his photo.

[Suspenseful music]

[Doorbell ringing]

Mrs pearce? Mrs oona pearce?

Yes.

Hello. I'm detective
superintendent Pullman.

This is Jack halford.

We're from the unsolved
crime and open case squad,

metropolitan police.

Yes?

We need to talk to
you about Bert dignam.

Well, that's a new one.

No! No!

No, you have to leave.

You can't stay here.

Are you all right?

My boys will be back any minute!

Oona, we really
need to talk to you.

All right. All right.

But not here. Not now, please!

Well, there's a tea
shop across the river.

Maids of honour. I'll
see you there in an hour.

[Upbeat music]

Thinking about your mum?

No, my dad, actually.

It's bizarre, but I
know this place.

I used to come here
when I was a little girl

on Saturdays
after riding lessons.

Get away!

Yeah.

Dad used to bring
me here as a treat,

for chocolate eclairs
and lemonade.

She's here.

Hello.

Can I get you some tea?

No.

[Sandra] Feeling better?

What do you want from me?

We're re-examining
Bert dignam's death.

What has it to do with me?

You had his child.

Is that so terrible?

My husband is head of
a catholic boys' school.

He doesn't know about...

How old were you
when you had Christy?

Eighteen.

My parents were
devout catholics.

And very strict.

When I was
seventeen, I ran away.

To the circus?

Bert took me on as a dancer.

I was very naive.

What happened when
you got pregnant?

It was terrible.

My parents...

I gave the child
up for adoption.

And you've never seen her since?

I can't!

We don't seem to
have any photos of Bert.

I don't suppose you happen to...

No.

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

Well we know it's not suicide,

and we know somebody
killed somebody.

But how the bloody hell
did they get out the caravan?

You made that, didn't you?

Yeah.

[Phone ringing]

Hi.

Any luck?

No. No pictures and no help.

Told us her story of her life.

Very unhappy but ends
up rich. Tea, anyone?

Yes, please. You, Brian?

July 1990.

Spingles' circus was in
Norwich, st albans and reading.

And the only thing that
went missing around that time

was the rain.

August 3rd 1990,
hottest day on record.

Gerry? Any joy?

No.

All I got is that Joey
the clown's real name

is Sidney etherington and
the magnificent martita is in fact

Millicent crabbe.

No wonder they changed them.

Look, if Bert still is alive,
he could be anywhere.

No. You're not gonna
fake your own death in order

to save something and
then just abandon it, are you?

Well, there's only four of
'em left now from those days.

There's Michael, Joey...

Hm!

What?

Well, in 1990,
there's absolutely

no mention of the
amazing Antonio.

What, no footballing dog act?

Nope.

No, they've got horses, monkeys,
budgies even, but no dogs.

He wasn't there. They lied.

Are you saying
Antonio could be Bert?

Well, if he is,

then Michael, martita
and Joey all know about it.

Okay, but how
would you prove it?

DNA.

No. No, he'd never
give it willingly,

and we can't force him.

Why not?

No!

Oona.

She'd recognise
the father of her child.

Yeah, but we'd
never get her there.

No, the best thing
we can do is go

back to the circus and
see what we can find out

without being too
obvious about it.

It's all right, Jack, you
don't have to come.

[Upbeat music]

Oi!

What, you think Bert might
have had a sex change?

Michael said he had
a thing about dancers.

Maybe he still does.

Oona, I'm sorry I had to insist
on bringing you down here.

Oona!

Oh, please, let's
just get on with it.

Jack, what's going on?

I rang and asked to
speak to her husband.

Well, don't worry, I didn't.

Well, at least I
gave her a lift.

[Suspenseful music]

Hello!

What are you doing in here?

I was waiting for you.

Sorry, I just wanted
to talk to you.

It's the middle of
the final rehearsal.

Yeah, but you don't go on
again 'til the end, do you?

I was here the other night.

Oh, I loved what you
did with those boxers.

This caravan, it's amazing!

It's old.

It's a bit like Bert dignam's.

And all this stuff!

Do you collect
all these animals?

Well, sort of.

Yeah?

We always have animals.

Oh, hello.

Is this you? You
were a strongman.

Yeah.

Who are all these?

My dad's family. The lascelles.

But all animal acts?

My family could do
amazing things with animals.

So how come you
were a strongman, then?

That's from me mum.

She was a pietrie.

Well, they were all strongmen.

You see, exotic animals
became less popular.

It wasn't, er...

Politically correct.

Yeah.

Things changed.

A lot of circuses closed.

[Upbeat music]

Are you sure you don't want one?

No, thanks.

You all right?

Yes. I'd forgotten how much I...

Do you recognise anyone?

One or two.

Oh, you mean Bert? No.

What about Antonio?

Antonio?

We were told he was with
spingles' from the beginning,

but we now know there wasn't
an amazing Antonio back then.

That's because his stage
name wasn't Antonio before.

Because he was
Geraldo, the great Geraldo.

Circus strongman.

What happened?

Well, he says
he got ill. Arthritis.

[Sombre music]

I told you, it's
already finished!

Christy, please!

We're too bloody
late! This is your fault!

You remember Christy.
Er, I mean ms Berlin.

How could you?

I didn't know,

- oona.
- How?

Oona!

How could you do this?

Oona, I promise you.

Oona? Oona?

Christy, come on!

Don't turn your back on me.

Christy!

You have to talk to me!

You can't just run away.

You're my mother!

Was that oona?

Yes.

So who's the young lady?

That's Christy Berlin, oona
and Bert dignam's daughter.

Oona, I'm truly sorry.

I swear I had no idea
she was going to be there.

None of us did.

She's so

pretty.

Beautiful.

[Oona sobs]

I still don't understand
what strickland

and Christy were
doing there anyway.

I don't think she trusts
us to do the job. Or him.

Thank you.

Antonio lascelles was
called the great Geraldo

because there was already
a strongman called Antonio,

from Latvia.

What kind of a
stunt did you think

you were pulling last night?

Or was that how you did
things in the good old days?

Get a bunch of
traumatised people together,

watch them scream and shout

and then see how
the pieces fall?

No, sir, that isn't how
we used to do things.

We didn't mix our
metaphors either.

It was a disgrace.

I should warn you
that at the moment

I'm still trying to determine

what sort of disciplinary
action to take.

Sir?

Could I have a word?

First, what happened last
night was a direct result

of Christy Berlin
being at the circus,

which neither I nor
my team could possibly

have anticipated.

You brought her mother.

And secondly, at
least none of my men

are having a personal
relationship with her.

You see, I did wonder
how she knew about

the lack of an accelerant
on Bert dignam's remains.

It's a very particular
word, "accelerant".

So, as of now, I'm
also trying to determine

what action to take.

I've been wondering if
you haven't spent a little

too much time with your
more experienced colleagues.

Well, I like to think we
learn from each other,

sir. Constantly.

Your father's daughter!

Sorry, sir, what
did you just say?

I didn't say anything.

Yes!

Now all we've got to
do to prove whether Bert

is or isn't in the circus is
to test all the men for DNA.

No. Strickland will
never sanction that,

not with the little we've got.

Oh, yes, he will.
Course he will,

now you've got him
by the short and curlies.

Brian's very good
at lip-reading.

So shall we say spingles'
circus, Monday morning?

Yeah, go on.

Attagirl!

Have a nice weekend.

Yeah. You too.

Night, Sandra.

Jack? Jack?

Strickland just made
a crack about my dad,

something along the lines of,

"you're your father's daughter".

What could he
possibly mean by that?

Ah, just lashing
out because he's put

himself in your pocket.

He won't like that.

It's meaningless. Good night.

Good night.

Are you all right?

Look, it's none of my business,

but I think you should know that

I am aware you are
having a relationship

with Rob strickland.

And I'm just wondering
if the only reason

you started the affair

was in order to get
this case re-opened.

Why else would I sleep with him?

You do know that his
wife only left him last year?

He's been pretty desperate.

Oh, thanks very much. The
word he used was "delighted".

So you don't think
you're being selfish, then?

Oh, stop it and
listen to yourself!

Shock horror, woman
sleeps with a man

because she wants something!

I suppose you're
going to tell me

you've only ever slept with

men to whom you've had a deep

long and lasting
spiritual commitment?

Look, the one chance I have
to find out who I really am

and where I came from
rests on a 17 year old

unsolved police case.

And you think I'm being selfish?

Is your father still alive?

No. He died when I was fourteen.

Right.

So you had fourteen
years with him, then.

Lucky you.

Actually, the reason
I came here today

was to tell you that your
father may still be alive.

The feet, the remains
don't match with your DNA.

Now the bad news is we think
your dad faked his own death,

which means that he
substituted someone else's body,

I.e. He killed someone.

I don't believe you.

You're lying to me.

Afraid not.

Oh, you'd think I'd
bred an elephant.

I suppose it's the flat feet.

I brought you stuff
I thought you'd like.

Oh, that look.

Go on, what have
I done wrong now?

I spoke to my boss on
Friday, Robert strickland.

You've met him.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, rather good-looking.

Divorced. Available.

Do I hear the sound of...

Stop it.

Crashing disappointment?

Now, there's no way that he
could've known dad, is there?

At his age?

I hardly think so. Why?

I did something he didn't
like at work and he said to me,

"like father, like daughter".

Now, why would
he have said that?

No idea. It sounds
like nonsense to me.

No, strickland never
talks nonsense.

Okay.

So tell me,

how did dad die?

What?

My dad. Your husband. Gordon.

How did he die?

You know how he died.

It was a heart attack.

Not according to this.

I found it amongst your things.

"Carbon monoxide inhalation".

Or suicide, to be precise.

So I presume that's what he
shouldn't have done in the car?

You didn't find
that in my things.

It was in a sealed
envelope. You were prying.

And you've been lying!

You've lied to
me since I was 14.

All that time, all those
years, all those people

I met who must've
known the truth.

It makes me look
like a complete idiot.

Welcome to the club.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why have you never
told me the truth?

He was your father.

You've had thirty years!

You loved him.

How could I tell you?

What good would it have done?

He was your father.

So,

what happened to make him do it?

I don't know.

You must have known.

Was it something
between the two of you?

No!

Okay, work, then?
Something at work.

What?

I don't know.

I knew there was
something wrong,

but he couldn't talk about it.

Why not?

I don't know.

I promise you. No one would say.

Oh, look, Sandra, please don't
keep asking me. I don't know.

Yeah, I'd like the
police service record

for detective inspector
Gordon Arthur Pullman, please.

He died in '75.

Bow.

He was based in bow.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, it's detective superintendent
Sandra Pullman, ucos.

Thank you.

Bye.

And so far no one's
refused to be tested?

Nobody. I hope you're satisfied.

Christ, if this doesn't work...

I know.

Oh, please let it be him.

Now that would be funny.

What happened to my
father? Where is he?

Oh, shit!

What happened to him?

Okay, Christy, that's enough.

I have a right to know!
Somebody here knows!

Will you just tell me?

I have told you!

The dead man is not your father!

This has nothing to
do with you. Okay?

What are you
looking at, you freak?

All of you freaks.
Bloody animal!

Nice cup of tea, guv?

Yeah, cheers, thanks.

Brian?

[Brian] Gerry, when
have you ever known me

refuse a cup of tea?

[Gerry] Want a cup of tea, Jack?

Yeah, cheers, Gerry.

Samples have gone to the lab.

Should have the
results in the morning.

Right. Just have
to wait 'til then.

[Suspenseful music]

I can't imagine oona
running away to the circus.

And having one of
them as a boyfriend.

For god's sake!

What?

Police service record,

detective inspector Gordon
Arthur Pullman. My dad.

Joined the met in 1959.

Tell me his record, Brian.

I can't remember that far back.

Okay, from when
you do know, then.

Detective inspector ga Pullman.

Vice, 1970-'72,

when he won the queen's
police medal for bravery.

Serious crime squad, '72-'74.

Drug squad '74 to 1975.

Then what?

Then he died.

What happened two days before
he committed suicide, Brian?

I don't know.

Yes, you do. You know very well.

He was suspended from duty.

Now why did they do that?

I'd be...

Say it!

He was under investigation.

For corruption. Cib.

And who was the
officer in charge

of that investigation,
Brian? Hm?

Detective chief

inspector

John Alan halford.

What?!

Don't tell me you didn't know?

Too bloody right I didn't!

Well, you'll just have
to take that one on trust.

So, Jack,

you knew my dad.

I met him, yes.

You investigated him,
and then he killed himself.

So all those years ago,

when you gave me my
break in the murder squad,

that's because you believed
in equal opportunities, was it?

'Cause you really
rated me as a detective,

regardless of what
everyone else thought?

- Yes.
- Bollocks!

Guv'nor, shall we
just calm down?

All those years, you never
said one word. You lied to me.

I never lied.

You lied by omission!

Just because you
didn't speak his name

doesn't mean you weren't lying!

- You lied.
- Sandra!

No!

You lied to me and
then you drove...

Your father killed a man.

He killed a small-time
pimp called Ian randle

in canning town
and he covered it up.

I never told you and I
never told your mother.

But there you are. Now you know.

Your father was a good
detective, very good.

But he made a mistake. It
might even have been accidental.

But the cover-up wasn't.

Anyhow, shortly before
I was due to arrest him,

I let him know that I knew,

because I thought he
deserved that much.

That was my mistake,

and I'm sorry.

I don't believe you.

I don't believe he
was capable of that,

'cause I knew him and I
knew what he was like.

He didn't do that.

You going after her?

I don't think that
would do any good.

So where are you going?

What do you want now?

I wanted to look at your eyes.

Brown.

Brown.

Christy's are blue.

Blue-eyed blonde.

There's only one
great love in one's life,

and it wasn't Bert.

Is that what you
were so afraid of?

That you might still love
him, Christy's real father?

No.

It's that I betrayed him.

Did you ring her? Sandra?

Yeah. No answer.
I left a message.

All right, I give in.
What are we doing here?

I went to see oona.
Christy's mum.

We talked about Christy's dad.

Yeah, Bert dignam.

No. That was the name
she put on the birth certificate.

Having to confess to her parents

she was pregnant was bad enough,

but there was no way
she was going to admit

she didn't know
who the father was.

You're kidding?

She said it was Bert because
he was the circus owner.

I suppose it sounded
better than "strongman".

Hello, Antonio.

We'd like to ask
you a few questions

about you and Bert and oona.

Let me put some clothes on.

Now, let's get this straight.

Antonio is not Bert?

He's not the great miraculo?

No.

So who's dead?

Bert. Bert's dead.

Right, okay.

So what happened?

That's what we're
about to find out.

Jesus! Antonio!

No, don't go in.

Antonio!

What are you doing?

No! No!

Jack!

- Jack, leave it!
- Jack! Jack!

Somebody get a
fire extinguisher!

[Crowd shouting]

Thank you.

Okay, well,

you should be okay now.

Just keep an eye on the chest.

Well, Antonio's not
too bad, amazingly.

The doc says he's
even okay to talk.

Okay.

That was a very
stupid thing to do.

What were you trying to prove?

I'm retired, I don't
have to prove anything.

Guv'nor,

oona wants to see him.

Well, let her.

I think it might help.

Okay.

[Sombre music]

You're a very lucky man.

So you killed Bert dignam?

He was gonna close the circus.

And that justified
murder, did it?

We argued in his caravan.

I tried to make him
change his mind,

but he said I was an idiot,

that I didn't even know
that he'd slept with oona.

I hit him.

Once.

Then what did you do?

He still had a cigarette
burning in his hand.

I just turned on the gas.

Then I left

and got minnie to lock the
door so no one could get in.

[Sandra] Minnie?

A monkey.

Minnie was really clever.

She locked the door
and got out through...

Through the
skylight in the roof.

I waited. Nothing happened.

The gas had run out.

But I couldn't get back in.

Then through the window
I saw Bert had caught fire.

Why did you want
to kill yourself?

Antonio?

I didn't know about Christy.

Beautiful.

But she took one look at
me and called me a freak.

An animal.

I had a daughter who
thought I was an animal.

I loved you, oona.

I never loved anyone else.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Cheers, thanks a lot.

So, crime passionelle, eh?

Uh-oh.

I hear there was a fire.

Yeah. Yeah.

Your mother and
your father are in there.

Right.

Well, well done.
Good work, all of you.

Thank you, sir.

Ok, I'll finish up here, and
we'll do the rest tomorrow.

All right. See you tomorrow.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Cheers, Brian.

Jack?

[Sombre music]

You're wrong.

About my father.

You're wrong.