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Inaudible laughter and speech

Say hello to the wife, Jack.

Gunshot echoes

Alarm beeps

music plays

music stops

phone rings

hello.

'Careful what you
say in court, Jack.'

'think of your loved ones.

'The ones you've
got left anyway.'

speaker hangs up

♪ 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 getting to
the end of the day. ♪

Siren sounds

Charles Preston. This is
detective superintendent Pullman.

Gerry standing, Brian Lane.

How do. Well, it's not often
mr hanson gets his day in court,

so on behalf of the great British
public, thank you very much.

We've got a good case, haven't we?
I mean the evidence is overwhelming.

Ask me again in a fortnight.

I'm asking you now.

Mr halford, 12 months ago
Ricky hanson tried to kill you

as you lay defenceless
in a hospital bed.

So I appreciate your
desire to see justice done,

but I'm a barrister,
not a bookmaker.

I don't think Jack wanted
odds, just reassurance.

Hanson is represented
by mr Ian figgis.

He's shrewd, thorough
and highly competent.

What's the good news?

That hanson is not
only a career criminal,

but also an arrogant
and helpless liar.

You missed out murderer.

The three of you will be called some time
over the next few days to give evidence,

but I'd like to keep you in reserve,
mr standing, if that's all right?

Always the bridesmaid.

And one final thing,

in your statements you refer to
the crash at the black boy pub,

hanson's regular haunt, that
led to you being hospitalised,

but not what you were
doing there exactly.

They thought I was
going to kill hanson.

I didn't quite catch that.

As he was going to
be with Ricky hanson,

we were concerned
for Jack's safety.

Supposed to be good, isn't he?

I'll tell you that
in a fortnight.

So what we do? What do we
do if they ask about the crash?

We keep calm for Jack's sake.

We agree on our
story and stick to it.

Jack?

Jack halford?

Sam tallis!

It's a long time since you
found yourself in this madhouse.

Is it getting to you?

Oh, just listening to a barrister
teaching me how to suck eggs.

That wouldn't be the crown
versus Ricky hanson, would it?

Charles Preston.

Charlie's not your darling?

Not at the moment, no.

You know him? I should do,
I've been his clerk for 20 years.

So, how are you, Samson?
All the better for seeing you.

I'd be right in thinking this chance
meeting is nothing of the kind?

Five years ago, a woman came
to me looking for representation.

She'd heard I was fair-minded and unlikely
to judge people by dint of their profession.

She was what we used
to call a lady of the night.

They call themselves
escorts now.

We still call them Toms.
Let him tell his story.

Said escort, her name's
Carrie soper, by the way,

told me a man called Ralph
Wheeler had left her £3 million.

Ralph's brother contested
the will. On what grounds?

Two weeks after he changed it in
Carrie's favour, Ralph was murdered.

Aah...

Ralph's brother was convinced
Carrie only met him three months earlier.

She told me she'd known
Ralph for four years,

that she was very fond of him.

I thought she was straight and
so did the lawyer I set her up with.

And his lordship
awarded her the money.

As you can imagine,
Carrie was very grateful.

She showed her generosity in various
ways and we became good friends.

And before you ask, yes, she
made an old man very happy.

Until? Last week, when she
made a happy man very old.

She took me to
lunch at the armature

and over Brandy told me she'd
met Ralph in that very restaurant.

That would have
been nine years ago,

only the armature wasn't a
restaurant nine years ago,

it was a theatrical costumiers.

So, now you're wondering
if the brother was right?

And with my help, she's
banked a cool 3,000,000.

Ralph Wheeler, murdered in his
own hallway, June 16th, five years ago.

Shotgun blast to the face.

The killer was never caught.

Row with the
neighbours? I think not.

Whoever it was was very tidy.

No cartridge case, no fingerprints,
footprints, DNA, nothing.

Professional hit. What
about the man himself?

Gentle, shy, kept
himself to himself,

although he did receive
a letter from vice in 1987

suggesting that he might
like to give up kerb-crawling.

So the chances
are he was a punter,

which would account for
him knowing Carrie soper.

There is another reason why
they might have known each other.

Ralph set up a charity
called restore now.

It was to help victims of violent
crime, girls on the game mostly.

He didn't leave all
his money to Carrie,

he left 4,000,000
to restore now.

Run by? His brother.

Rock-solid alibi, not a
suspect. Name's piers.

I still like Carrie
for this one.

But why didn't the original
murder team? They did.

But her alibi was good and she
came across as being genuinely upset.

Ok, go ahead.

So this is what money
buys you in w10.

Notting hill, no thanks.

It's all kippers
and curtains. Eh?

Fur coat and no knickers.

See what I mean? Sorry love, I
don't do party bookings any more.

Police.

You can say please
all you like, still no.

Inside, Carrie!

In your dreams.

I was just on my way out.

Detective
superintendent Pullman.

We're here to talk to
you about Ralph Wheeler.

You can't have him, he's
dead. Very. Any idea why?

There you've got me.

In which case, let me ask you.

How long did you know mr Wheeler?
Was it four years or three months?

Ah. How is Sam?

He's as anxious to find Ralph's
killer as we are, miss soper.

And he's very unhappy
that you lied to him.

We're very unhappy that you
lied to the original murder team.

So what exactly was your
relationship with Ralph?

We were extremely good friends.

Really? After three months?

You make friends quickly.

You're old style,
aren't you? Old bill.

She's harder, newer, hard-arsed.

Always out to prove she's got
bigger balls than any of you, am I right?

Look, lovely, you can
either talk to me here

or the neighbours can watch
you drag that nice fur coat

into the back of a big white
Van with all its lights going.

You got a problem
with working girls?

You couldn't be more wrong. Maybe not
when they're victims, all sad and helpless,

but when they've done all right for
themselves, that's something else.

Ralph's will was
hardly just 'all right'.

Well, I didn't know there
was a will until your lot told me.

In that moment, I got
my one chance to get out,

out from under the hundreds of fat
sweaty blokes it takes to make a living.

And that's all he was to you?

A fat, sweaty punter
who gave you a way out?

No. I told you, I liked Ralph.

He was wonderful to me.

In that last three months,
we were hardly apart.

But if I'd told the murder squad
that, would they have believed me?

Anyway, like I said, I didn't
know about the money.

Ok, but why leave it all to you?

Don't get me wrong, your
qualities are ample and clear,

but three million pounds worth?

Listen, I didn't go
looking for Ralph.

He found me, he sought me out.

A couple of months
after the accident.

What accident?

When Naomi died, his daughter.

He was driving her home one
night, nodded off - bang, big pile-up.

This is her.

Naomi Wheeler.

What can you see?
Look me in the eyes.

You're nothing like her.

In one particular,
we're identical.

These were hers.

Not the whole eyeball,
just the corneas.

So you see, I've a hell of a
lot to thank the wheelers for,

and Ralph deserved a lot better.

You're saying to me that that's
how you met Ralph Wheeler?

You received his daughter's
corneas and he came looking for you?

He turned up one day,
talking about his charity.

I invited him in, next thing he's talking
ten to the dozen about his darling daughter.

Three months later he
leaves me three million quid.

She wants us to believe that three
months after Naomi Wheeler died,

her dad pops round to get
close to his daughter's eyeballs,

falls for the tart with a heart
and leaves her a fortune.

If he was
grief-stricken, why not?

There is mention
of a crash in the file.

Yeah, but no link
to Ralph's murder.

Why would there be? It
was only himself to blame.

Well, I still want to
check out her story.

In the meantime, you
two can go and see piers.

Unbelievable!

Ralph spends half his
life helping victims of crime

and ends up leaving
a fortune to a woman

they'll have to Bury
in a y-shaped coffin.

Do you mean Carrie soper?

Prostitutes aren't
criminals, mr Wheeler.

No? So, what do you call a woman who
swindles three million quid from charity?

The will still saw £4
million come to restore now.

It must be in pretty
healthy shape.

No thanks to Ralph.

And now you run restore
now, right? I always did.

Ralph preferred swanning
around, being an angel of mercy.

And how does that work then?
Do you get a salary or something?

Correct. And who decides
how much you're paid?

It wouldn't be you
by any chance?

My salary is commensurate with the rates paid
to CEOs of other similar sized organisations.

Now, unless you are the
victims of recent violence...

Were you close to Ralph?

He was my brother.

And how was he in the
months before he died?

You know about Naomi do you?

Well, after she died,
Ralph shut himself away,

became very hard to get hold of.

Made things very difficult here,
especially for me. And then he died.

Ralph was an idealist.

He liked to think
everybody had good in them.

Ha-ha-ha. I know better.

Sorry to keep you. Mr capshaw,
detective superintendent Pullman.

This is Jack halford,
ucos. How do you do?

I gather you're re-examining
the death of Ralph Wheeler.

Terrible, especially in the light
of what happened to his daughter.

Thank you.

Naomi died in your
clinic, is that right?

Yes, I operated on her the night
of her accident at acton general,

but Naomi's chances were
pretty slim from the start.

When she remained comatose,

her father wanted her
taken somewhere more...

Expensive? Comfortable.

You also arranged for
the cornea transplant.

When Ralph agreed to
turn off her life-support,

I persuaded him it would
be a worthwhile thing to do.

Several of her organs were still
in very good condition. Several?

Heart, liver, one
of her kidneys.

They were all removed and
placed on transplant registers.

I have an arrangement with the nhs that allows
me to carry out procedures at my clinic.

How many people
received Naomi's organs?

Um... four.

Yes, four I think.

What if I wanted to obtain
those names? Could I do that?

No, I'm afraid not.

A kind of medical provenance
goes with each organ,

but when they're assigned,
the data's destroyed.

So how did Naomi's father track
down one of the recipients? I don't know.

It's not that hard
to work out, Jack.

Ralph Wheeler
was a very rich man.

Are you suggesting that I...?

Could we have
those names, please?

Three women and a man.
Corneas, heart, liver, kidney.

Sounds like a recipe
from the river cottage.

Brian Lane, ucos.

What I don't get is, what's
the big deal with the corneas.

If it had been me, I would have
found the person who had the heart.

Only cos you ain't got one.

Or maybe Ralph did
find the one with the heart.

How do we know he
didn't track 'em all down.

And what, he upset one of them
and they blew his face away?

Why would you murder somebody whose
daughter's spare parts saved your life?

Well, unless we track them
down, we won't know, will we?

So we start tomorrow. Not me.

I'm in court.

Oh, right.

You all right, mate?

Yeah, fine.
Looking forward to it.

Battle of wills with the
defence, just like old times.

I was always good in
court, wasn't I, Jack?

Just remember to...

Keep your wits about you.

Don't you worry.

I'm ready for them.

I've got a little plan.

Mr Lane, I put it to you,

that you were in that ward with
one intention and one intention only -

to murder my client!

And did you?

Of course I didn't! Come on.

Are you sure? What?
What are you talking about?!

I thought you wanted me to
be more biting and incisive.

No, no, no, no.

You can't just switch in
and out of character like that.

Well, if you're going to fall for a simple
trick like that... No! No! Stop, stop, stop.

Start again. Do we have to?

Yes, of course.

It's vital that we do
some sort of role play.

Chance would be a
fine thing. What? Look!

All you have to do is
stand up and tell the truth.

And wear a suit.

I am not wearing a suit!

It's important to make
a good impression.

I have to be comfortable.

If I wear a suit, I shan't be able
to concentrate, to remember my...

Of course you will. You've
got a memory like an elephant.

You've given
evidence lots of times.

Not sober though! No.

Well, just think how proud we'll all
be of you tomorrow when you do.

Trussed up like a ruddy Turkey.

I shan't be able to think,
let alone bear witness.

Don't be silly.

It's like riding a bike.

And there'll be none
of that tomorrow either.

I am not wearing a bloody suit.

Yes, you are. And no swearing!

Oh...

Clattering

ohhhh...

He is very rarely late.

Then this is one of
those rare occasions.

Brian, Brian!

Is it me, or has
he got shoes on?

I presume the coat
does unbutton?

Take it off.

It's me lucky coat. Take it off!

Oh, bloody hell!

Yeah, I know. I
look a right pillock!

You look magnificent!

Esther told you to say that.

Who'd have thought it, eh?
I'll see you inside, mr Lane.

You all right?

Yeah, of course.

I'll see you later.

And then what did you do?

I picked up an oxygen cylinder

and struck the defendant
on the back of the head.

Knocking him out.

Yes, knocking him out and
saving Jack halford's life.

Thank you, mr Lane.

No further questions.

Mr Lane. Here's
a radical thought.

What if my client went to visit
mr halford on the night in question

for some reason other
than to murder him?

I can't think of one. No?

What if mr hanson had gone to
make peace with Jack halford?

Jack would never entertain it!

I see. You're saying Jack
halford doesn't want reconciliation.

Does that explain why my client
met with violence at the hospital?

He was the one
dishing out the violence!

Mr Lane! Am I right in thinking
that you are a recovering alcoholic?

Objection! This is outrageous!

Sustained. Mr figgis, I
shan't warn you again.

Begging your
pardon, your honour.

But I assure you that certain
aspects of the witness's character

have a vital
bearing on the case.

I shall be the judge of that.

Mr Lane, you received
certain medication

during your time in hospital

for injuries you received
in a car accident?

Yes. Am I right in thinking

that this necessitated the cessation of certain
other medication you were on at the time?

Temporarily.

What was or is the nature of the
medication you were forced to stop taking?

Objection! Overruled - for now.

There are several drugs.

They control hypertension,

mood swings, stress.

Various chemical imbalances.

Imbalances? Where?

Imbalances where, mr Lane?

Well, in the brain.

So, on the night in question

it is possible that you were
not, how shall I put it, yourself?

That's absolute rubbish!

You were on crutches,
without the sight of one eye,

and had not taken your
drugs whose express purpose

is to maintain your psychological
equilibrium for over three days.

Objection!

Overruled.

Mr Lane, am I right in saying, you retired as a
metropolitan police officer on the grounds of ill health?

That was six years ago!

Six years, during which, you
have to take a series of drugs

to maintain your physical and
mental wellbeing, every single day.

Have you ever stopped taking your
drugs at any time during that period?

Once or twice. And
what was the result?

What was the result, mr Lane?

I am not mad!

It's a chemical imbalance.

He's the madman. He's the
nutter who was trying to kill us.

Look at him! He's
a bloody maniac!

No further questions,
your honour.

Tara pride, 18 months for receiving
and I don't mean a new heart.

Tara, got a little
present for you.

Well, you can come
again! Uh, uh, uh.

No gain without pain.

Ralph Wheeler. Who?

You recognise him then?

Oh, come on sweetheart.

Yeah, I knew him. The weirdo.

Come in the shop, pretending
he wanted to buy antiques.

We start chatting and stuff

and then he lets on how my
heart used to be his daughter's,

and how disappointed he was to
hear that it had gone to an ex-con!

That offended you, did it?

But then he says
maybe it's a good thing

because now I've been given the driving
force that used to be Naomi Wheeler.

And if I played me cards
right, I'd soon be just like her.

Bright, elegant, beautiful.

What did you say?

I said, "listen, the last
thing I need's another dad.

"The one I had
was a right bastard.

"So, if you're not buying,
piss off and don't come back."

Do you remember where you
were, the day he was murdered?

It was five years ago!

Try, Tara. Try really hard. June
16th, 2003. It was a Monday.

Well, I would have been in
me shop, flogging antiques.

Flogging or fencing?

That's where I was.

Gunshot

I'm sorry, um...

I wonder if you could help.
I'm looking for a Kate iley.

You're about five years
and 12,000 miles too late.

I'm John iley, Kate's husband.

I built this place up for her.

And now you're letting
it fall down again. Why?

Kate went for
dialysis twice a week,

until one of the technicians
took a fancy to her.

Then it was three
times. Then four.

When the new kidney was
up and running, so were they.

Did you ever see this man?

The name is Ralph Wheeler.

Oh, yeah. Kidney donor's father.

He was here non-stop in the
weeks following the transplant.

Couldn't get rid of him. Really?

Felt sorry for him at first.

But then he starts
saying stuff like,

"isn't it odd, Kate had taken
a small piece of his daughter,

"but somehow became
more like her every day?"

How did she take it? Kate?

Couldn't give a toss.

Her and Marco had bigger plans.

Orchard in New Zealand.

In the end, I had to
give Wheeler a slap.

Told him not to
come back. A slap?

Oh, just a punch on the nose.

He got the message.

Purdey.

Isn't she lovely!

Always wanted one.

Any idea where you
were on June 16th 2003?

Yes, as it happens.

Somewhere in the Caribbean.

Three week cruise
on the viking Princess.

I just spend money on me now.

Michael savage?

Detective superintendent
Pullman. Do you know this man?

Ralph pals up to Carrie
soper, Tara pride and Kate iley,

but not Michael savage.

He seeks out the three female
recipients but not the man. Why?

Because she was a woman.

He wants his daughter
back, even if it's only by proxy.

Really?

Sure it wasn't just a kerb crawler
indulging in some bizarre sex fantasy?

You've got to admit,
it is a bit weird.

Ralph Wheeler loses
the light of his life.

Suddenly he's alone,
desperate, guilt-ridden.

He was clutching at straws.

Well, someone killed him

and that three million quid
makes Carrie soper favourite.

I don't think so.

The only thing I got from Carrie
was that she cared about Ralph.

And I think it was reciprocal.

I mean, what about the pile-up?

What if Ralph wasn't
the only angry relative?

There were only two other cars
involved and no-one else died.

It took Mary two years to die.

And while we're talking anger
and grief, what about the boyfriend?

Naomi's supposed to be
a bright, good-looking girl,

heiress to a fortune.
There must be a boyfriend.

Or am I just being
old-fashioned?

Now that is a very good point.

Ah, how'd it go? Good.

Fine.

Good.

Eh, Preston's changed his mind.

Says, "can you be there
tomorrow, after lunch?" Yeah, great.

So, where are we?

I thought I could cope.

I couldn't.

He as much as said
so - the barrister.

Not that I needed telling.

I let Jack down.

I failed. And he knows it.

You told the truth.

It's not enough.

The system doesn't
reward the truth.

I failed.

Were you sober?

Course I was.

Then you didn't fail.

Not at all.

Yesterday, in the witness box...

Hanson's brief.

He just ended up
chucking mud at me.

Making out I was not all there.

They're trying to
discredit us, Jack, ucos.

Well, that's good. Means
they've got nothing else.

Means they're desperate.

Look, I can't keep interrupting
what is a very busy schedule.

Have you ever given evidence in
a murder trial, mate? Certainly not!

Well, I just have. So pack it
in and answer the questions!

I must apologise for my colleague,
mr capshaw. He's very excitable.

Now you can tell us, the
crash that killed Naomi.

Did you attend to any
of the other victims?

Uh, yes. But there was only one.

A name would help.

Um... Davis, Bella Davis.
Wasn't wearing a seatbelt.

Was she badly injured? Very.

Although she hung
on for several months.

Survived by her son, Steven.

She died?

She was out of my care by then.

I bet she was.

Hello. Someone's on the move.

Oh, moonlight flit? Yeah,
all the way down the street.

We're moving to better premises.

Better car, better secretary?

Look, I'm very busy.

Is there something specific
you wanted to know?

Do you know if your niece,
had a boyfriend, mr Wheeler?

Um, yes.

Richard Manning.

He was an academic. Went off
to the states soon after the crash.

Did he? He was in the clinic
every day while Naomi was alive,

but when they turned
off the life support...

He's back in London now.

Came back last year. Thank you.

Oh, uh, does all this mean there's
a chance the money might...?

Goodbye, mr Wheeler.

Hello, stranger.

Em! What you doing here?

Oh, giving evidence in
court five. Hatton garden raid.

Oh, right.

I got a note from our brief saying
you were doing the same. Your brief?

Yeah, he works in the same
chambers as a mr figgis. Ah!

Said how did I fancy
seeing my old man in action?

Mr Gerald standing.

Ok.

Watch and learn.

Mr standing, you've just given
the court a very eloquent account

of events leading up
to my client's arrest...

Thank you.

..Which matches, uncannily,
with those related by Brian Lane.

It's very easy to
remember the truth.

In which case, can you tell the
court how many children you have?

Four.

Are you sure?

Yes, I know how
many kids I've got.

Paula, Amelia and Caitlin.

And Emily. Four. Four daughters.

Your service record says three.

You can ask me till
you're blue in the face.

I'll still have four daughters.

Your honour, can I ask the
relevance of this line of questioning?

Indeed. Mr figgis.

If you'll bear with me a little, your
honour, I hope to make it plain.

Very well. But hurry up.

Mr standing, how did you discover
that you had a fourth daughter?

She discovered me.

Her mother had kept her
existence a secret from me.

She's the result of a relationship
we'd had years previously.

I see. But you proved to your own satisfaction
that Emily was your biological daughter?

Your honour, questions of paternity are normally
a case for the family courts, not a criminal one.

What I mean is...

How did you prove
your paternity?

Is it possible that you utilised the
resources of ucos in some way?

Applying DNA testing to a sample taken
from your daughter, for example? Objection!

This is not only irrelevant,
but it has no basis in fact.

Your honour, I'm simply trying to establish
the ethical standards that prevail within ucos.

The witness has only to
answer the question 'yes' or 'no'.

I would remind you
in his own words

that he said, "it is very
easy to remember the truth".

Overruled.

The witness will
answer the question.

Yes.

And what was the result?

Is Emily your
biological daughter?

Or are you restrained from answering
truthfully by her presence in the gallery?

Yes.

She is my biological daughter.

Very well, mr standing.

Em! Em!

Emily, stop!

You lied.

What? I saw you.

You couldn't say it
without hesitating.

You lied.

Richard Manning? Hello.

Detective superintendent
Pullman, ucos.

We're re-examining the
Ralph Wheeler murder. Why?

Because that's my job.

Well, I'm sorry. I wasn't
in the country at the time.

No, you were at Harvard
university, teaching.

But it is only an
18-hour round trip.

Are you saying I'm a suspect?

This will take a lot less time if you start
answering questions instead of asking them.

Sorry, it's a habit.

And my job.

Ok.

The people we're looking
for fall into two camps.

Those who might have lost a loved one in the
crash and blamed mr Wheeler for it... I see.

And the second camp?

Someone who was close to
a recipient of Naomi's organs.

The truth is that Naomi and I
were breaking up at the time.

I was told you were at her bedside
every day until she died. With Ralph.

He was a decent man
who needed someone.

But it wasn't the main
reason I stayed. What was?

The morning after the crash,

I heard Naomi's surgeon,
capshaw, on his mobile phone.

He didn't know I was there. He said
- and I remember it almost verbatim -

"I've got a perfect match.
The girl's young and healthy.

"Her heart will be
available within the week."

He was promising
someone Naomi's heart?

Did you tell her father? No.

I persuaded him to put
Naomi on the full donor list.

So she went into
the system proper.

All her organs were
on official registers.

That way capshaw
couldn't pick and choose.

They had to go to recipients according
to need and their place on the list.

You should've gone to
the police. With what?

A phone call no-one else heard?

How could I possibly prove
anything against capshaw?

I did tell Ralph in the end.

But it wasn't till about
five months later.

I rang him from the states and
don't know if he did anything about it.

Someone shot him
before he got a chance.

Gbh, armed robbery, extortion.

I wonder just how well
Bella Davis knew her son?

Permission to come
aboard, mr Davis!

Unsolved crime and
open case squad.

Step aboard, gentlemen.

It's one thing for
us to sympathise,

knowing you lost your
mum in a car crash.

It's another when we
know you've done time.

I appreciate that.

But you must also appreciate that the death of a
loved one, you know, can be a life-changing event.

Steve, Ralph Wheeler was shot.

Your record's full of guns.

Look, I am a reformed character.

That why you've got 'hate'
tattooed all over your knuckles?

Yeah and 'love' on the other.

You don't understand, gentlemen.

You see, quite early
on I realised mum...

Well, she wasn't actually dead.

She was just in the next room.

Or, in my case, the next boat.

You mean you bought two of them?

All right, so the money did
come in handy. What money?

Go on, Steve. Tell us more
about your life-changing event.

Compensation, from
my mum's insurance.

Hundred grand. That's the
going rate for a mother these days.

Nice boat.

Yes, very tidy.

Oh, yeah, it's got all the gear.

I had it all kitted out and
refitted. It's the dog's...

June 16th 2003. Where were you?

I don't know off-hand.

I can find out though.

You do that.

You can buy a lot of
boat for a hundred grand,

but not that much.

Thank you for seeing us at such
short notice, mr Blake. Not at all.

An informal chat, my
secretary said? Stephen Davis.

You represented him in
an insurance claim. Ah, yes.

Largely unsuccessfully,
I'm afraid. Unsuccessfully?

I only agreed to take him on as a
favour to a friend, Julian capshaw.

Dr capshaw?

He was being badgered by Davis. I
think Julian found him rather intimidating.

Why, didn't he get any money?
Only the write-off value of his car.

But not for his mother. She
wasn't wearing a seatbelt.

I did warn him no insurer would
accept liability in that situation.

And how did he
react to the decision?

I take it you've met him.

He was not happy.

Hm.

I wasn't sorry to
end our association.

The veiled lady.

Valued at 350 grand
by lloyds six years ago,

when it was owned
by tall tree investments.

It was then registered in
Davis's name August 2003,

just two months after
Ralph was murdered.

There's any number of ways
he could have got the money.

His mother's just died, he's
fighting an insurance claim.

And meanwhile he squeezes in
another job that bags him over 300 grand?

Yeah, I see what you mean.

We know he lied about
the insurance money.

There's somebody else involved.

What about Manning,
Naomi's boyfriend?

Maybe he hired Davis?

It's much more likely to be capshaw.
Especially if Ralph confronted him.

Jack? Gerry's phone's still off.

Phone beeps

it's a long time if
he's giving evidence.

He's in the pub.

Where's Emily now?

Dunno. She's not
answering her phone.

Not to me anyway.

Cor, that figgis
is a piece of work!

He's got to be bent. How
else would he know that stuff?

Don't worry. Juries aren't
stupid. Neither's the judge.

And they've still got to hear
you, Jack. You and the governor.

Yeah, you two tomorrow
morning. Brilliant! Case closed.

Mr strickland.

Is it true?

I'm afraid it is.

Elvis really is dead.

Don't act the fool with me.

Is it true what hanson's brief said
about your daughter's DNA test?

I'm afraid, sir, I'm not at Liberty to discuss evidence
given under oath during an ongoing trial. Sorry.

This is no joke.

Not this time.

Not a drinker, then.

Shit.

So, what do we do?

What can we do?

They can carry on
working. We'll go to court.

Detective superintendent...

You say that, three days before
the alleged assault at the hospital,

you and your colleagues,
Brian Lane and Gerald standing,

drove to the black boy
public house in eltham,

because you were concerned
for mr halford's safety.

Why?

Because he'd gone
there to see the accused.

Why would he do that?

To talk to him.

What about?

A few days before, Ricky
hanson had told Jack halford

that he'd killed Jack's wife.

And where did this alleged
conversation take place?

In the black boy pub.

What could he possibly
have wanted to talk about?

Objection!

Your honour, it is not
mr halford who is on trial.

Mr figgis, get to the point.

Officer, when you crashed
into Jack halford's car

in the car park of
the black boy pub,

what speed were you
travelling at approximately?

I don't know. I have no
recollection of the actual crash.

Your car was written off.

Indeed, it ended up some 20
yards from the point of impact

embedded in an
advertising hoarding.

It beggars belief that you could have
been doing anything less than 40mph.

Mr hanson was in the car park
at the same time, was he not?

Apparently.

You've passed an
advanced motoring course

and are a designated
police driver, am I right? Yes.

So can you explain to me what you were
doing driving in such a dangerous manner

in a car park containing your colleagues and close
personal friend, Jack halford, and my client?

As I say, I don't recall.

I put it to you that, far from
being concerned for your friend,

you were in fact fearful of Jack
halford's intentions towards my client,

that you arrived at the very moment that Jack
halford was intending to run down my client,

that the collision was no accident,
but a deliberate act on your part

to ram mr halford's car in order
to prevent the murder of my client.

That's not true, no.

Really, officer Pullman?

How can you possibly know?

You have no memory
of the incident.

Because I know Jack halford.

Yes, I'm sure you do.

No further questions.

Mr halford, you've stated how the accused attacked
both you and mr Lane on the night in question.

I'd now like to ask you about
the death of your wife, Mary.

The coroner's verdict was accidental
death by person or persons unknown.

"Was", yes.

You have reason
to believe otherwise?

Yes. On the night of February 20th
last year, in the black boy pub in eltham,

the accused confessed to me that he was the
driver of the car that ran down my wife.

Were there any witnesses?

Several. All, unfortunately,
acquaintances of the accused.

You have no proof.
No. Just one final thing -

in the hospital ward, when the accused placed a
pillow over your face, he said something to you.

You remember his actual words?

Yes. He said, "Jack?
Jack? Say hello to the wife."

They gasp

thank you.

That's all, your honour. In
which case I think that could be

an appropriate time
to adjourn for lunch.

The court will rise.

And you are?

James Blake. I'm
Julian's solicitor.

After my last experience
it's wise to protect myself.

Then I should say, mr capshaw, that
since that last meeting, it's been reported

you might be involved in
illegal transplant surgery.

What? Suggested by who?

We believe five years ago you
planned to remove Naomi Wheeler's heart

and give it to a
private patient.

When you say "you believe", superintendent,
do you mean you don't have any proof?

As Naomi lay dying in your clinic, you were overheard
having a phone conversation in which you offered

her heart to the person
at the other end of the line.

Who were you calling? I
make countless phone calls.

But I've never offered or been asked
to supply illegally harvested organs.

Am I to understand your
accusation is on the basis

of a one-sided conversation
reported to a third party?

We both know that no phone
company keeps its records

for more than a couple
of years, let alone five.

I'm sorry, but under the circumstances,
unless you intend to charge mr capshaw

I think the sensible thing
would be to terminate this... Chat.

In that case, I'm sorry we
couldn't be more helpful.

You also told me that it was your idea Naomi's
organs be donated. We know that to be a lie.

I have nothing further to add.

Well, that went well(!)

Mr halford, may I ask how many times you arrested
my client during your time as a detective? Five.

And how many times did
you secure a conviction? None.

Not a very good success
rate. He had very good lawyers.

Do you resent this failure to
secure a conviction against my client?

It's an occupational hazard.

Not for you, mr halford.
Your record is second to none.

Isn't the truth of the matter the death
of your wife left you exceedingly bitter?

And that that bitterness found
a scapegoat in my client? No.

You claim that my client
confessed to killing your wife.

Yes. I take it you have no evidence to support this
claim, or you'd have pursued the matter officially.

I'm still hopeful. I believe
you are, mr halford.

Because isn't your desire to see my client
punished an obsession rather than a public duty?

Objection! Overruled.

Carry on, mr halford.

No. It's simply a wish
to see justice done.

Mr halford, I'm going to ask you a question
that I asked another of your colleagues.

I'd appreciate a candid
and honest answer.

Have you ever sought or received
any form of psychiatric treatment?

No. Can you tell the court how
long it is since your wife died?

Seven years.

Your wife was cremated,
am I right, mr halford? Yes.

And where did you
scatter her ashes?

I didn't.

So where are they kept now?

They're buried in
an urn in my garden.

A plaque adorns
the spot, does it not?

It does. You often light
candles around the plaque -

on most nights, in fact?

Most nights, yes.

You sit before it, on most
nights, do you not? Drinking.

Objection!

I am almost finished,
your honour. Go on.

Drinking and talking.

Who do you talk to, mr halford?

To my wife. To
your dead wife, Mary.

You talk to her openly and
candidly, as though she were alive.

Indeed, in a real sense,

that her living spirit
inhabits that place.

Yes.

She's dead, mr halford.

She's dead.

Ok, so there's a fair chance Steven Davis
shot Wheeler, but who put him up to it?

Any joy, Brian?

Davis said the boat
was newly done up.

There was the name of a...

..Yeah, westreach limited.

Run by a Bob shelford. He'll know
the boat's history, if anyone will.

Mr shelford?

That's me.

Detective
superintendent Pullman.

Tell us about the
veiled lady, the boat.

You worked on her, 2003.

Yeah, nice boat, and Karen
knew how to look after it an' all.

Not like that tattooed tosser.

Karen who? Palmer.

Karen Palmer.

What a shame.

Tragic, dying so young.

Hold on are you saying this Karen Palmer
owned the boat and now she's dead? Heart.

Looks, brains, body... Crap
heart. Don't make sense, does it?

I thought tall tree
investments owned the boat.

Nah! That's just for
avoiding tax and stuff, innit?

Allegedly.

No, it was Karen's boat.

Her pride and joy.

God knows how
Davis got hold of it.

I hope you realise I've had to cancel all my
designated nhs surgery today because of this?

Why don't you just shut
up and give your arse a rest!

That's really not on.

Stephen Davis.
Tell us about him.

I've already told you.

His mother was in the crash and
later died. He was very upset about it.

And who was he more upset
with? Ralph Wheeler or you? Me?

For not saving his mum.

Absolutely not.

So you sent him
to your solicitor?

Well, I thought he could try to
see if he could get compensation.

You mean you tried to
palm him off on your friend?

That's not what happened.

You sent him to your solicitor and
friend to fight a hopeless legal case.

Not hopeless. How
successful was it?

It was ill-advised and I
told him so, as I told you.

But that was nothing
to do with Julian.

And when the claim failed, what?

You gave Stephen Davis a £350,000
boat because you felt sorry for him?

You seem confused, mr capshaw.

Let me explain. The veiled lady is a
50-foot cabin cruiser formerly owned

by tall tree investments, based,
albeit tenuously, in grand Cayman.

In reality, the boat was
owned by a miss Karen Palmer.

When she died, under
the terms of her will,

it passed to her long-standing
partner, James Blake.

When did she die, mr Blake?

The death certificate
said 2nd July 2003.

You should remember, mr capshaw.

You signed it, after all.

You also put down
the cause of death.

What did she die of, doctor?

Of a terminal heart condition.

Stephen Davis is very a dangerous criminal
with a string of convictions involving guns.

Now, in the light of this,

would you care to tell us who you were offering
Naomi Wheeler's heart to that night on the phone?

James Blake. He's
a lifelong friend.

I promised to do what
I could to help his...

..To help Karen.

Ralph Wheeler and Richard
Manning made that unworkable.

But I'd just like to
add, for the record,

I had absolutely no knowledge
of any plot to kill mr Wheeler.

I doubt if any of you understand
what it's like to lose a soul mate,

let alone someone
gifted, beautiful, caring.

She loved life.

Had a brilliant legal mind.

Dedicated her life to others.

And she had to lose out on
a new heart, a renewed life,

for what?

For the sake of a
50-year-old worthless criminal?

You explain that to me.

So you thought that gave you
the right to exact revenge, huh?

Because your girlfriend
couldn't get a spare part?

People are not the same.

One life is not
equal to another.

Life is inherently unfair.

Excuse me. Where's
the veiled lady gone?

Police sirens wail

Ahoy there!

Going somewhere, mr Davis?

Bollocks.

So he looks up
at me and I say...

Going down?

I just wanted to say thank
you. To all of you. Thanks.

It was Jack's idea. He
thought about the crash.

Just a good guess.
I don't think so.

Know-how, I'd call
it. Old-fashioned?

Nothing old-fashioned
about class.

Quite a result.

Thank you, sir. Let's hope you have another
one in court. Hanson's about to give evidence.

I've got to go.
I'll see you later.

Good luck. Cheers.

What did Jack halford say to you in the bar
of the black boy public house that night?

He accused me
of killing his wife.

Running her down in a car.

And what did you say?
I told him he was mad.

That I had no idea what
he was talking about

and that he had no right coming
into my local, telling lies about me.

Then what? He left.

Two nights later, you were in
the same pub. What happened?

I was having a pint.

One pint. With some mates,
and then I left to go home.

I walked out into the car park
and was heading towards me car

when I heard another
car gunning its engine.

I turned round and see this car,
headlights on, racing straight towards me.

What did you do? Nothing.

I couldn't move, I was frozen.

Next thing I know, this other
car comes flying into the car park

and slams straight into the side of the
first one, taking it right out. Then what?

The door of the car that tried
to mow me down swings open

and the driver falls out.

And who was the driver?

Him.

Jack halford, over there.

Let the record show that the defendant has
identified former chief superintendent John halford

of the unsolved crime and
open case squad. Now -

two nights later you decided to
visit mr halford at hospital, am I right?

Yes. Why?

I wanted to ask him
who said I'd killed his wife.

And to tell him
again it weren't true.

He claimed you attacked him.

No.

He claims that you tried to suffocate
him with a pillow after saying the words,

"Jack? Jack? Say
hello to the wife."

I never touched no pillow.

When I got in there he was
half-asleep, so I sat down

on the edge of the bed and pushed
him with my hand to wake him up.

He woke up and I
said, "Jack? Jack?

Who says I totalled
your wife?" "Totalled?"

Yeah. Knocked off.

Murdered. What did he say?

I don't know. I got
smacked from behind.

Next thing I remember's waking up
under arrest with a great lump on me head.

Let me get this straight. You did not go to that
hospital with the intention of killing Jack halford?

No! No way. Not at all.

Why not?

What? Why not try to kill
him? Hadn't he tried to kill you?

Objection. Sustained.

Do you believe that Jack halford
deliberately tried to run you down?

I don't know.

I only know, if it hadn't been for the other
car hitting him, I wouldn't be here now.

Do you bear any ill
will towards mr halford?

No.

I think he's an unhappy and lonely man who's
never come to terms with the death of his wife.

And I understand that.

Thank you, mr hanson.

No further questions.

Just a few hours
and it'll be all over.

I know! It's outrageous.

He's a silver-tongued bastard but
don't you worry, he's not fooling anybody.

How does he sleep nights?

I have no idea.

Text message beeps

"good luck. We're
all thinking of you."

Well, I know who
I'm thinking of.

The accused will rise.

Ladies and gentlemen of the
jury, have you reached a verdict?

We have, your honour.

And how do you
find the defendant?

Guilty or not guilty
of attempted murder?

Not guilty, your honour.

Gasps and whispering

get in, you beauty! Yes! Yes!

They cheer boisterously

Cheering continues

I see fields of green.

♪ Red roses too

♪ I see them blue for me and you

♪ and I think to myself

♪ what a wonderful world! ♪

Don't.

Don't say anything.

We'll need to keep
an eye on him.

Hiya. Have you
been here all night?

No. I took over from
Brian an hour ago.

Yeah, that's what Jack
reckoned. He's gone.

Hm, fridge is empty.

Nothing. But he's done
his paperwork, paid his bills.

Immaculate. Like someone who...

You don't think he's...?

No. There's stuff missing from the
hall cupboard. Wet weather gear, boots.

I don't know where he's gone.

But I do know he's
coming back. Look.

Mary. He'd never leave her.

He'd have her moved
or take her with him.

No, he's coming back.