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Crap! Absolute crap!
They're a bloody disgrace.

3-0 to that shower! What a load

of complete, five-star,
total bloody rubbish!

It was a friendly.
There's no such thing!

We should never have
lost. Never in a million years.

Against spurs?!
We're non-league.

They're ten divisions above us!

What d'you want
to drink? Nothing!

I'll just eat me
bloody orange! Mark!

Shit!

Mark Lane!

♪ Marky park Lane, marky park
Lane, marky park Lane, Tottenham! ♪

Andy merrill. From school,
do you remember me?

Yeah... is this your old man?

I am his father, yes.

Andy merrill. Ex-tilworth comp
- ex-1st battalion king's guards!

♪ Tottenham, till I die!

♪ I'm Tottenham till I die!

♪ I know I am, I'm sure I
am, I'm Tottenham till I die!

♪ Come on, you spurs! ♪

What you looking at?! Eh?

Sorry 'bout that. My,
uh, brain's buggered...

That why you're
a spurs supporter?

Ha ha, he's a geezer, your
old man, in't he, he's a geezer.

You ever been in the
army? Police. Retired.

Yeah? Me too...

Army! Army, mate!

If you haven't got what it
takes... It takes what you've got!

Can you do that?

No.

Nor me.

Spurs supporter.

♪ It's all right it's ok

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

♪ it's all right I say it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right, doing fine

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

♪ it's all right I say it's ok

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

You ok? Yeah... thanks.

Sorry about that.

I'm not supposed to drink
but... You got to, haven't you?

How long you been on these?

Ever since Iraq. You
just fought in Iraq?

No... the first lot! 1991.

My best mate was
killed just before I went.

Eric trimble. We
were like brothers.

12 months in, we
volunteered for the iru...

Ir what? Iru. It's the
influenza research unit.

It was two weeks of getting a dose of the sniffs,
extra pay, a week's leave on top... sweet.

In the end me, Eric and the other two
boys bunked off for a night on the piss.

I mean we weren't
supposed to, but...

Then what happened?

Eric never came back.

They found him.

Some... bastard had
battered the crap out...

Police never got anywhere.

Before you know it, the shit hits the Kuwaiti fan
and we're all giving it left-right, left-right,

left-right in the desert. No leave.
No counselling. No, no nothing.

Instead, I get to, I get to stare at a load
of dead Iraqis with their faces on fire.

And me, me? I'm laughing.
I'm laughing mine off...

Honourable discharge,

few hundred quid, 16
years with my head in a vice.

And er, just to top it all
off, since this second lot,

I've even started seeing
him again. Eric. He and, er,

he keeps talking to
me, he's asking me,

"what you going to do? What you going
to do for your old mate, you bastard?!"

Morning.

Sandra, this is mr Hamilton.

He's from the mod. Go ahead.

At 8.43am somebody from this office
attempted to gain access to a secure

site within the ministry of defence
without official authorisation. Any takers?

That must have been me.

But I had no idea the
information was classified.

I was just... thank you, mr
Hamilton, I'll deal with this.

I can promise there will be
no repetition of this incident.

What the hell do you
think you were doing?!

Have you any idea how
potentially damaging this is?

The mod?! Are you insane?

What is this case, anyway?

Eric trimble.

He was beaten to death in 1991.

It's on record, I was just
having trouble locating the file.

Trimble being a soldier, I
thought I'd try army records.

Army?

Sir. This happened before the first Gulf war.
So it should be on file? Yes, somewhere. Sir?

Well, in that case. Keep going.

I'm not having some spook waltz in here, telling us
what we can and can't do about a legitimate case.

Will you let me
know how you get on?

Is he on drugs? It was when
you said the magic word "army".

What's up with him? Strickland
was sponsored through college,

but not by the met... By the army. When he graduated
he should have gone to sandhurst. Why didn't he?

I don't know. He was probably
crap. How d'you know all this?

I always like to know about
the people I'm working with.

For...

Phone rings

got it! Come on!

The four soldiers at the iru,

and they were the only
ones there at the time, right?

They were last seen drinking in the rising
star pub on the evening of January 20th, 1991.

Now the landlord reckons that they
all left together around ten o'clock.

Andy merrill, Keith sharratt
and Ronnie glazebrook

were discovered back in their
beds at 7 the next morning.

But trimble... trimble was
black?! Nothing escapes you

no, no, no, no, Andy merrill told you
every thing he could remember about

the best mate he ever had, apart
from the fact that he was black?

Well, this is 1991.

A black soldier is murdered.
You're talking about racism, bullying.

Yeah, no wonder the
secret squirrels got nervous.

Anyway, a search was organised,

and trimble's body was
discovered in Hopkins wood at 3pm.

The police were
informed around 3.30,

and Andy merrill, Keith sharratt and Ronnie glazebrook
were questioned under caution at five in the evening.

What did they say? Next to nothing. They were all
still in shock. Could hardly remember a thing.

Are you saying these three squaddies got away
with saying they couldn't remember anything?

They'd all been drinking. Now come
on, Brian. I mean a group of you can get

totally pissed together, but you
don't suffer collective memory loss.

Well, forensics couldn't find anything
linking them to the body or the murder scene.

They checked their clothing.
Nothing. What about this iru?

Well, it closed down in 2001... Although the
building's still there. Dead man's family?

They were living in
hammersmith. Mum, dad, sister.

Ok, Brian, we'll
start with them.

You two try and track
down those other squaddies.

Right.

So why you want to drag it
up now? After all this time?

Eric is dead.

We want to try and find out who
killed your son, mrs trimble. Really?

Now? When the lord has finally
helped me to come to terms with

my loss... Now you want to
stir up my heart all over again?

We do realise how
difficult this must be.

Especially with the added
pain of not knowing who was

responsible for Eric's death, but that's perhaps
the most important reason for us doing what we do.

To try and put an
end to not knowing.

Only god can take
away the pain...

Mum.

How long will it take?
Oh, we don't know.

Mrs trimble, can I ask
you? What was Eric like?

Oh, he was a lovely boy.

Kind, generous, gentle.

And you can't think of anyone
who might have wanted to hurt him?

No. Everyone liked him.

Do you remember the
last time you saw him?

Yes. I was with
Arthur - my husband.

It was, about a month...

Before Eric died.

Thank you.

Look, I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to upset your mother.

It's just that the photo... It's of our
dad. He died only four months later.

The moment he heard
about Eric, he just... Broke.

Wouldn't eat, drink. Nothing.
Mum never got over it.

It's ok, we understand.
Oh, sorry, I picked this up.

Keep it.

Bye. Bye.

Come on, let's go
pick the others up.

Well, the good news is that
Keith sharratt's still in the army.

Same regiment, even. Although
he's a sergeant major now.

In a barracks in hounslow.

Ronnie glazebrook, on the other hand, left
the army in '92 and now lives in penge.

Ah, pull over!

Is this it?

Well, where's the iru?

Well, according to the map...

There!

Why are they wearing
protective clothing?

Oi!

What do you think you're doing?!

Just admiring the speed and
efficiency with which you do your work.

Good. Now bugger off.

Bugger off... Ma'am.

Oi! Come, gentlemen,
let us away.

Well, he had a face
you'd never tire of kicking.

Brian checks on a dead black
soldier. We get a visit from mi5.

And the last place he was at before
he died is suddenly being demolished.

And why bother cleaning
up if it was only the flu?

Using men in space suits.

One of whom calls me "ma'am".
Well, he's a spook, isn't he?

Why don't we have a
look at the crime scene?

Here we are, Hopkins wood.

Yeah, well, I'll
stay in the car.

You still afraid of trees?
You still afraid of cookers?

All right. Jack and me'll do it.

You two go find
the rising star pub.

And make sure he doesn't drink.

Well, how we gonna
get there? Try walking.

Well, it's here somewhere.

Ah, 17 years is a lot of wood.

Look. Fully clothed,

battered about the head but
with no marks of any resistance.

So it was someone he knew,
or he was taken by surprise.

Or both. And no signs of any
damage to the vegetation...

Single attacker? Well,
it certainly wasn't three.

Any joy? What,
in a felspar's pub?!

Well, apparently it hasn't changed
much. Just a different landlord.

I think we've got it all wrong. I
think Eric came in, took one look

at this place and committed suicide.
I thought I told you not to drink?

I'm not. It's crap.

So. What now?

I'd like to know how those four
soldiers got on with each other.

Hang on, I've been thinking.

Eric's body was found in Hopkins
wood, which is a mile that way.

But the iru is almost two
miles in the opposite direction.

So that wood's
hardly en route, is it?

Plus there are two other pubs closer to the iru
than this place... So why come here for a drink?

Well, they weren't supposed to
be out. They'd know that if anyone

was gonna check on them, they'd
probably try the pubs nearer the iru.

Let's go talk to the army.

I'll catch up with you,
I'm just off to the loo. Ok.

All right!

Colonel Bob kilmartin. Detective
superintendent Pullman. This is Jack halford.

How d'you do? Welcome.
Please make yourself at home.

I understand that your colleagues are off
trying to track down sergeant major sharratt?

Well, that'll prove interesting!

Now then - Eric trimble.

Do you remember the
case? Oh, yes, very well,

I'm afraid. Well, I was only a junior
officer at the time, but I knew all

four men pretty well, so it's still
pretty fresh, as you can imagine.

What was Eric trimble
like? What, as a soldier?

Well, if truth be told he
was a pain in the arse.

"Difficult" is the
euphemism we normally use.

In what way? For a start, he'd been absent
without leave on three separate occasions.

Why was that? Why?

Well, because like most immature people, he
didn't realise that the army isn't a holiday camp.

To put it at its most
basic, he got homesick.

You don't sound
very sympathetic.

Oh, I'm telling you
what he was like.

That he was murdered is a tragedy.
But they're two very separate issues.

Now we despatched him to the iru in order to try and
keep him out of trouble. Keep him out of harm's way.

"Despatched"? I thought
soldiers volunteered for the iru?

Er, well yes...
Sometimes. Not always.

Come on, lads! Keep it moving,
come on. You're in your own time now.

Get over that
wall, let's have ya!

One turn, you useless testicle!

If you don't get over that
wall in the next three seconds,

I'm going to stick a flare up
your arse and fire you over it!

Sergeant major sharratt?

Speaking. Er, Gerry
standing, Brian Lane.

Kipling! You may make exceedingly good cakes
but you make a god-awful bloody soldier.

A nice turn of
phrase. Thank you.

I try to be original.

Miller?! Miller!

My granny can move faster
than that... And she's dead!

Get moving, you
superannuated ponce!

So, er, Eric trimble? Can you tell us about
the night he died? What you remember?

We, er... We all
went out for a drink.

Yeah, the rising star.
Yeah. We had a few beers...

And d'you remember
leaving there? With Eric?

There was you, Andy and Ronnie.

I remember we...

We had a few beers. How
d'you get on with Eric? Ok. Why?

Because somebody
didn't, obviously.

You weren't close
friends with him, then?

Nobody was. Oh,
you remember that?

Cos you didn't remember
much at the time.

Listen, I don't remember
anything after the pub, ok?

But other bits of stuff
have come back... yeah.

Stuff like you weren't his mate?

What you trying to say?
Nobody's saying anything.

But after 17 years,
it's about time they did.

Bit too close, lads.

Did his colleagues get on with
him? Some did. Some didn't.

What about the three who were
with him at the iru? It was fine.

It wasn't an issue. For how long
did the soldiers get sent to the iru?

It varied. We understand that Eric
trimble had been there before. Yes.

And this ongoing arrangement
between yourselves and the iru?

How did it work, exactly?

Look, I'm sorry.

While I'm happy to help out in
any way I can, I'm afraid that any

questions you have about the research unit will have
to be directed towards the appropriate department.

Oh... I'm out of time.

My apologies.

We'll have to leave
it there. I'm sorry.

He seemed more concerned about the reputation
of his regiment than any ex-member of it.

"Appropriate department"?

Flu research, my
arse. Bloody hell.

I said go to the assault course,
not through it. They laugh

there'll be a bill for this!

Sharratt reckons that none of
them were mates with trimble.

Although that's not how
Andy merrill remembers it.

And sharratt got quite
heavy when we pushed him.

I'll drop you off at Ronnie glazebrook's.
See what he can remember.

And Jack and I will dig
up some info on the iru.

Yeah, after I've
cleaned up! All right.

No place like home(!)

Intercom: Speak and
make yourselves known.

Er... Brian Lane
and Gerry standing.

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

To see Ronnie glazebrook.

And what is the
purpose of your visit?

Eric trimble.

Compulsive hoarder.

You don't say(!)

He coughs

are you infected? Are
you carrying disease?

No, no. It's the dust.

Careful. That dust is me.

Er, where are you, Ronnie?

X zero five, Roger.

Over.

Ronnie?

Hello?

Get back!

We have contact.

What's the news? From the front?

Front of what? Do the
arabs have control? Do they?

Do they? Do the camel-jockeys
still hold the desert?

He gibbers

come in, big boy. Come in, big
boy. What is your position? Over.

We're here about Eric trimble.

Do you remember
him, Ronnie? He died.

Remember? Course I remember.

Eric. Eric trimble.
He was my mate.

Black as pitch. And here
comes botham down the pitch...

On a charge! Good lord, he's put
it straight into the member's stand!

Eric was your friend then?

And Andy merrill's, right?
Andy?! Andy! Handy Andy?!

Liar, liar... Your
pants are on fire!

Incoming!

This is a bloody nightmare. He's
barking! What do you want to know?

You were with Eric at the
influenza research unit, right?

Flu! Flu! Who told you
that?! Why... what was it then?

For bad boys.

Naughty-naughty.

Going down!

We can't do this. It's
hopeless, come on.

Ronnie? Ronnie?
We'll be back. Ok?

Beer cans? The
man's an alcoholic.

Then when we asked him what
the iru was, he said "for bad boys".

So sharratt can
suddenly turn aggressive.

Glazebrook's a dipsomaniac and merrill
may have been economical with the truth?

Now Mark reckons that merrill
was always a liar at school.

And booze seems to
send him loopy 'n' all.

I'm not sure we can believe any of them.
Being drunk seems to be a recurring theme.

Unlike the flu unit, which seems
to have disappeared completely.

Hm. Maybe.

All right, starting tomorrow, we'll track
down the ex-landlord of the rising star.

See what he can remember.

Someone's got to have a decent
memory of the bloody thing. Night, night.

Good night. Good night. Night.

Oh, fancy a quick
pint? No, I, er,

I'm gonna ask
strickland a favour.

Now this I've got to see.

Of course, there is a
possibility that trimble's death

is entirely unconnected to some strange research
establishment which has now been knocked down.

But either way I am loath to
try and gather more information

when such action could endanger
the integrity of the department... Sir.

You want me to do it. Well, it is political,
sir, and I'm not a political animal.

Is there a racial element?

We don't know, sir. But, er,
if you do need an excuse...

Leave it with me. Thank
you, sir. Much appreciated.

Sir.

Whatever happened that stopped him being
an officer must really have pissed him off.

How you feeling
this morning, Jack?

Can't complain. Well,
you will anyway. Yes, yes.

Um, the iru's former director
is a dr Helena Matheson.

Virologist apparently.

School of tropical medicine.

She's expecting
your call. Cheers.

Result.

Dr Matheson?

Thank you. Ah, yes. Ucos.

You want to know about
the iru... Eric trimble?

Yeah, that's right.

It would help to know how long soldiers spent
there, what they got up to. That kind of thing.

Of course. Er, well, soldiers
could be there quite some time.

A month even. And the four
soldiers from the king's guards...

We understand they were the
only ones there at the time? Yes.

We were there the
other day. The iru site.

It was being demolished by men
in protective clothing. Yes, well...

Any lab where there's been viral material stored or
developed has to be thoroughly cleansed afterwards.

I didn't know the flu virus
could live on in the soil?

Ha! Well, given recent history, I don't
think the government's taking any chances!

Certainly less than in 1991.

Eric trimble died just five days
before his regiment moved to Kuwait.

They may give our men inadequate equipment and pay,
but I think they draw the line at a dose of flu.

Care to tell us what else might have been
going on at the iru, apart from flu research?

I think I've told
you everything.

Dr Matheson, two of the men who were at
the iru with trimble have drink problems.

All three have memory problems, particularly
about the night that trimble died.

Now, I don't believe
they're faking it

and I don't believe it's coincidence, but I'm
beginning to believe that it was not accidental.

I'm sorry but even if I wanted to help
you, I'm bound by the official secrets act.

The official secrets act is no
protection against the charge of murder.

That is a ludicrous remark.

Not if what you gave those
men caused one of them to kill.

Of course it didn't! Good.

Then you won't mind telling us
what you were exposing them to.

Thank you very much, chaps.

We'll take over from
here. Says who?

Says the chap who's asking you very
nicely to be on your way. Ok, old man?

I preferred you
in the paper suit.

It's a cover up!

That's why the original murder
team didn't get anywhere.

Mi5 made sure they didn't.

I don't know.

There's something
else. Something not right.

That's what I'm saying. Yeah,
but what can we do about it?

The spooks have put the block
on us talking to Helena Matheson.

We solve the case. We prove that one of the three
soldiers did it, we charge him and we see him in court!

Ha! M15 are gonna love that.

Fine. Well, they can have
that argument with the lawyers.

I'm not packing it in. Kilmartin
was evasive about the iru.

He lied to us about
the soldiers getting on.

We'll go back to the barracks.
Where are you going now?

Phone rings for a think.

Hello?

Ah, hello, yeah, have
you got some info for me?

Yeah...

Great, thanks.

They've found a guy
called rod erskine.

Ex-landlord of the rising dump.

He now runs a pub in portobello.

Good, take mr happy with you.

Oi! You had your think? Er...
yeah. Come on, then, let's go!

Oh, how are you getting on? Moving forward.
We need to ask you a few more questions.

Fire away. You said Eric trimble
went awol. Yes, several times.

And that you punished him by sending him
to the iru? Yes... so it was a punishment?

Well... not a
punishment exactly...

Colonel, I'm an
experienced police officer

and it's obvious to me when
someone is trying to hide a lie.

And in this particular case, I'm getting
bloody bored with it, d'you understand me?

Now, why did you send merrill,
glazebrook and sharratt to the iru?

No! I'm sorry, I'm not allowing
you to tarnish the reputation of men

who fought with honour for this country. Merrill
and glazebrook? Have you seen them recently?

It isn't their reputations that are buggered up!
Sorry. I won't answer any more questions. In that case

we have no other option than
to arrest you. On what charge?!

Obstructing the course of justice.
Trying to bribe a police officer.

Driving without due care
and attention... I don't care.

But what I do care about is that 17 years ago, one
of your men was murdered and you don't give a shit!

So unless you want to
face the indignity of being

handcuffed while in uniform
and marched off to the local Nick

in full view of the entire
regiment, then I suggest you start

telling us what it
is we want to know!

That's absolutely outrageous!

No, colonel, no! That!

That is outrageous!

Colonel?

I never got to the bottom of
it. Bottom of what? The fight.

What fight?

Trimble and sharratt. They were
caught fighting in the armoury.

It was very serious.
What happened?

Well, I don't know.

Merrill and glazebrook
were involved as well.

I questioned all four of them, but
none of them would tell me anything.

Sharratt and glazebrook were bloody good
soldiers. I didn't want to discipline them.

So I sent them off to the iru.

I told them that by the time they returned,
they'd better have sorted themselves out, or else.

So that's what we did.

We sent them off
to major Matheson.

Major Matheson? Yes, yes.
Of the territorial army, yes.

God, look at that, proper
old pub for a change.

Afternoon, gents. Hiya.
What can I get you?

Whoa, pole star sa, I'll have a pint of that,
terrific. Yeah, and he'll have some sparkling water.

I mean look at those mirrors,
they're fantastic, aren't they?

Why haven't I been in
here before, eh? Gerry.

So, er, are you the
landlord? Rod erskine?

That's right. Gerry standing.

Gerry. What?

It's a gay pub.

Something wrong? Er,
we're from the met. Police.

We're here about a murder.

Eric trimble? Who?

You know who.

Eric trimble?

17 years. 17 years I've
been waiting for this...

Sorry.

Sorry for what?

For lying. For not...

Not what? What did you do?

Oh, no, it wasn't me!

I didn't kill Eric. I swear!

But? But I did know him.

I knew Eric.

You don't mean "biblically"?

What, Eric was gay? Was
when I finished with him.

Sorry. Yeah.

I, I mean... he was... So sweet.

Gorgeous.

You know what I mean?

Part of him didn't want
to be, gay, I mean, but,

oh, yeah.

Eric was big, black, loud and proud.
And how long did you know him?

Just a few months.

Although we did see
each other several times.

I told him about my
pub. The rising star?

Told him to come out there.

If you'll pardon the pun. Was the rising star
the same as... Well, the same as this place?

In uxbridge?

Funny thing is,
it was, actually.

Well, not overtly.

Not back then.

Well, what I didn't know was he was going to
turn up with three big, butch squaddies in tow.

Maniac. I was so pissed off.

Were you?

Oh, no! Not like that!

But they were! After a few
drinks one of them went mental.

Screaming at Eric

about dragging him to
fairyland... To a poof's palace!

In the end I had to get
them all out. Hold on, hold on.

In your witness statement
you said they all left quietly.

Well, course I did. After we found out what
had happened, me and the regulars agreed

to keep schtum about
it. You mean lied.

Some of them were married men.

My mum was still alive.
She didn't know about...

About me.

Listen, which one of the squaddies
went mental? Can you remember?

Had Sandy hair.

Plus he was horrible.

D'you believe him? Well, it makes
sense of where Eric was when he was awol.

Gadding around
soho with hot rod.

Certainly explains the fight in the armoury.
And sharratt doesn't strike me as the type

who'd be too happy to find
out that he was in gay company.

Specially if Eric then took him to a gay
pub. Yeah. No wonder he went mental.

Hold on. There's no forensics linking sharratt -
well, linking any of these squaddies with the crime.

And it still doesn't explain why Eric was
found in the opposite direction to the iru.

They can't have
been going back there.

They don't remember, remember?

Maybe they all split up. What, Eric
went off on his own with mr maniac?

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to
call this investigation to a halt.

Is that official? No. But
it's been made clear to me

that were you to continue, we would be put under
the kind of pressure that could be very unpleasant.

Sir, we're really
close. Look, I'm sorry.

I appreciate how determined you've
been to solve this case but higher

forces are at work and it would be foolish
to even attempt to countermand them.

Ah, what a bastard!

That's unfair, Gerry.
No, no, not him.

Bloody spooks. That's the first
time I've ever felt sorry for him.

So what are we going to do?
Well, you heard him. We're stuffed.

No, we're not.

Not if we get a
confession, we're not.

This case has already
gone public once.

If we get a confession,
we get a court case.

And then there's nothing
mi5 can do about it.

But how do we get any
of these blokes to confess?

They can't remember anything.
You ever heard of agent provocateur?

Yeah, yeah I bought my ex
a pair of knickers there once.

Provocation.

Whisky, please.
Large one. With ice.

Heavy day. I'll say.

Tell me...

Why did you get sent to
the flu research unit? What?

Like a spot of
gay-bashing, do you?

Who the hell are you?

Take a running jump.

So, you find out that Eric was gay
and then you made his life a misery.

Him? Make his life a misery? You
don't know what you're on about!

Don't I? Why you
getting so excited then?

Oh, dear. Do you have to take
those to stop yourself from losing it?

I take them when I have a drink.

When I drink, that's all.

I never knew trimble was
bent until he took us to that pub.

I don't believe you.

You know nothing
about trimble, do you?

I know that he was beaten to death
after he left the pub with you. Not by me.

And we have a witness who says
that you lost it with him in there.

Yeah, I did. And you
know why? Tell me.

I caught him
bullying Andy merrill.

Like I say. You didn't know him.

But let me tell you.
Eric trimble was a bully.

A big, nasty, bullying shit.
And the worst part of it was,

the moment anyone stood up
to him he played the race card!

Oh, so that's what you
were doing in the armoury.

You were standing up to him.
Except he was beating the shit

out of me till Ronnie piled in. And
then you beat the shit out of him

after you left the rising
star? No, no, no, no,

no, you don't.

I've only been on a charge once
in my life and all cos of that shit!

And now here you are, 17 years later,
trying to fit me up for killing him?! Me?!

Me?! I've put my balls on the line for
this country! Iraq, Bosnia, Afghanistan!

I've got medals you have to be
bleeding dead to get in the yank army!

And now you want me
to go down for that lowlife!

No, it's all right. She's
just trying to... oh, hello,

what have you come as, swampy's
dad?! All right, all right, take it easy!

All right, take it easy.
Calm down, all right.

What are you doing
with this load o' poofs?!

You want a man, darling!

A real man. Not
these geriatrics!

People like you
think we're scum.

Dirt.

But when shit happens, when it
all goes tits up, we're the people you

want out there killing all those
nasty bastards trying to kill us.

And I've done it.

I've killed men... Lots of them.

But I didn't kill him. I didn't
like him, but I didn't kill him.

Not exactly an overwhelming
confession, was it?

What about merrill...
Or glazebrook?

No. I think we have to
face the fact that they don't

or can't remember.

Oh, my god.

"A metropolitan police investigation
into the unsolved murder of black

"army private Eric trimble in 1991,
has been halted after the enquiry

"team uncovered his involvement as a Guinea pig
at a secretive research facility near uxbridge.

"Its former head, Helena Matheson, has served with
the British army in both Afghanistan and Iraq..."

Admiring your handiwork? I suppose you think
this is a clever way around the impasse?

Yes, well, I've just spent the
best part of an hour begging

the commissioner not to take action, assuring him
the leak didn't emanate from this department. But...

No. This time I
talk. You listen.

If I ever find out who's responsible
for this nightmare, they're out.

End of story.

Wait here!

Don't look at me, it's the first time
I've ever bought the bleedin' paper!

Not me.

No. But I wish I had.

Come on. Don't
be silly. Who was it?

Oh, of course, very
good, very good.

Well, don't you
get it? It was him.

What, ya...?

Mr Hamilton would
like another word.

It's been agreed with great
reluctance to allow dr Matheson to

answer any questions you may have regarding the
death of private... Murder. Let him finish, please.

..Regarding the
death of private trimble.

The interview is to be conducted in the
presence of a security services official.

This should be interesting.

I told you.

Dr Matheson, can
you tell me what

the relationship was between the iru
and the mod, that allowed soldiers...

No, she can't. In fact she won't be answering
any questions that pertain to national security.

I do hope you're not
going to be too boring. Ditto.

All right, then, can you tell
me what the nature of the work

was that was carried out on private
trimble and the other three soldiers?

I presume it wasn't to
stop them from sneezing.

We were trialing a new drug.

Medicine? For the army -
a prototype, perfectly safe.

Formulated to remove feelings of vulnerability
and inhibition in order to heighten aggression.

The drug had previously been
tried out upon several other...

Guinea pigs? Trialists.

It proved to be highly effective,
non-toxic and harmless. Really?

So why are sharratt, merrill
and glazebrook bonkers?

The drug was not the problem.

So there was a problem?

Because, despite very clear warnings, the men broke
the curfew, left the unit and went to the pub.

And? The combination of drug
and alcohol was... Unfortunate.

The damage to their memory
may have resulted from this.

It's why the trial
was discontinued.

Oh, I see. Not
because a man died?

When glazebrook, sharratt
and merrill returned to the iru,

they were difficult to control.

We had to sedate them.
So you're saying in that state,

it's likely that one of
them did kill trimble.

I don't know.

Short of repeating the combination
of test drug and alcohol -

hardly a good idea - I don't see
how you could prove it, either.

I wouldn't put it past her.
Did any of them confess?

No. So what happened
after they were sedated?

Dr Matheson contacted the
mod and a search was instigated.

So trimble's body was found at 3pm
the following afternoon? 4am. What?

The body was discovered at 4am.

We had to wait for the soldiers to
come to. When they did, it was clear

they had no recollection of what
happened after they got drunk.

If this case had gone to court, they would have
been tied to a murder through no fault of their own.

Please! You mean the mod
would have ended up in the dock

for not protecting its own men.

Merrill, glazebrook and
sharratt are walking wounded.

They weren't part of a trial,
they were part of an experiment.

Thank you for your
expert opinion, mr halford.

But, as I understand it,
the men are able to lead

perfectly normal lives, providing
they take the appropriate medication.

Interview terminated at 10.07am.

The drug Eric took removed all
his inhibitions about being gay,

about being seen to be gay,
which is probably why he had

no qualms about taking the
other three to meet his boyfriend.

It removed all their inhibitions as
well. They were out of their heads.

Sharratt almost
certainly killed him,

but I doubt if he
even realised it.

Yeah, well. They killed him!

Scientists, mod, m15. Not
those poor bloody squaddies.

And we're supposed to sit here and
pretend that that's how it should be?!

Yeah, well, you
did what you could.

All of you.

You can't do more.

Sharratt, they look after.
He's still in the army.

It's a sheltered environment.

They can keep an eye on
him, utilize him, find him a role.

Andy merrill, they just throw back into
civvie street without a second thought.

Unemployable, cocktail of
drugs, mind only half there.

And as for glazebrook?!

Well, him, they just wash
their hands of completely.

Post-traumatic stress, Gulf war
syndrome, whatever you want to call it -

no aftercare,
welfare, home help.

No-one to ensure he
takes his medication.

Just dumped.

Just drink.

Gulf war syndrome? It's
all right. I haven't got it.

Kiss me.

What?! I want you to kiss me.

What, now? Does there
have to be a set time

for you to show me
your undying devotion?

Oh, I see, no, I'm not drinking.

What's this?

Oh, I'm developing
religious mania.

Well, I can't see you as a jehovah's
witness. Where d'you get it from?

The dead boy's parents' house.

What?

Jehovah's witnesses can't
serve in the armed forces.

What are you talking
about? It's not illegal.

They don't allow themselves to
join up. They object conscientiously.

You knew that.

This better be good.

"Good morning" would be nice.

Why did you drag me here?

I don't want to
go in there alone.

Plus I get a lift back to the
station afterwards. Come on.

Oi! Where's your coat?

Dry cleaners.

'Speak and make yourselves
known.' The guardians of the ring.

Frodo the hobbit
and gimli, the dwarf.

Buzzer

(you're the dwarf.)

Take cover, Ronnie.

We're coming in.
Go ahead foxtrot-3.

Receiving you loud and clear.

State your position.

Eta five minutes,
Ronnie. On target.

Looking to complete operations.

Go ahead.

Eric trimble, black as
pitch, Keith sharratt,

Andy merrill, you.

Keith realised Eric
was homosexual.

Andy didn't.

What about you, Ronnie?

Incoming!

Ow!

Did you know he was gay? Ronnie?

Yes, of course. He told me.
He told you?! Are you sure?

He was away with the
fairies. Friend of Dorothy's.

That was why we
went and got pissed.

He wanted to be out. Why
did he tell you, Ronnie?

Look out!

I don't care.

What, you didn't care?

You can't tell Andy,
he wouldn't understand.

Can't tell sharratt... He
wouldn't like it. Not happy.

He told you?

Uh-huh? Anyone else?

With a single
bound, he was free!

He was free. Himself.

Once he has spoken,
he can tell the world.

Free at last.

Free at last!

Lord god almighty, free at last!

Et, phone home.

Over and out.

Would you care to translate?

Et. Et, phone home!

I'm not going in
there. Nah, nor me.

I mean why would anybody want to
come here? Even drunk and drugged?

Exactly. That's why.

What?

Who needs an old phone box now,
with mobile phones? But back then in '91,

et... phone home.

Et... Eric trimble.

Oh, those are lovely.

Who sent those?
Nobody sent them.

I bought them for
you. Oh, thank you.

What are you doing?

I'm polishing me shoes.

Brian, what's happened?

That poor lad who
died, Eric trimble.

No. I mean what's
happened to your trainers?

I thought they were
looking a bit tatty.

What have you got there?

Supper.

I bought some chops. Esther.

Do you never think that life might
be a bit too short for just "chops"?

I mean don't you think that it's
incumbent upon us to make the most of

whatever time we have left on this
earth? After all, what else is there?

All right, ok.

Tonight, we shall
settle for chops.

But tomorrow night, I'm
taking you out to dinner.

To dine royally...

..As befits a wonderful
woman like you.

Esther.

You look lovely.

I bet you can
look even lovelier.

Sit down. Thank you. Alicia isn't
back, she's gone to get my shopping.

Actually, we wanted to talk to you, mrs
trimble, about the last time you spoke to Eric.

The night he died, he, he rang you
and you spoke to him, didn't you?

Mrs trimble?

Oh... hi.

What is it? What's going on?

We're just talking about
Eric's last phone call.

Last call? Yes, Eric rang here
the night he was murdered.

No, that's not right.

You must remember the
call, mrs trimble. Mum?

We'd like you tell
us what Eric told you.

What are you doing?! Alicia...

That's enough.

He said how much he loved me.

Loved us all. What else?

He said he had to speak to dad.

Arthur, his father.

He told his father
the same thing -

that he loved him.

And because he loved him,
he had to tell him the truth.

What truth was that, Cora?

You believe in the power of
god's truth, Cora, am I right? Yes.

You believe in the word of god.

You believe that Christ
died and Rose up again.

Yes. And Arthur
believed this too.

But you also believe that no man should take up
arms against his fellow man the way Eric did.

We forgave Eric.

As a family, we, we came
to terms with what Eric did.

And as jehovah's
witnesses, you also believe

that homosexuality is wrong.

You believe it's
a sin, am I right?

What are you saying?
Arthur believed that, didn't he?

He felt that it wasn't just a
sin, but an abomination. Stop it.

You're frightening her!

No, Alicia, I am not afraid.

Cora, did you know about Eric?

What he realised
he was? Of course.

I'm his mother. What did
Arthur do? After the phone call?

Did he go out that night...
After the phone call?

Arthur was a good man.

A fine man, but strict,

with a temper.

He loved his son.

He can forgive the sinner,

but not the sin.

He went to speak to Eric -

talk to him...

..Try to make him
turn away from the sin.

Eric told him it was the first
time in his life he felt... Free.

When Arthur hear that,
he said he lost control.

Rage... Satan overcome him.

Then, when he saw
what he had done...

..He knew he was cast down,

cast out.

He could not entertain any
hope of life - now or eternal.

I could never ever forgive
him for what he had done.

Alicia...

..I'm sorry.

We need someone to go with.

Could you kill your son?

Dunno, I've never had one.

Definitely kill mine.

Thought I'd find you
here. Thanks for the report.

Thank Brian. Down to him.

Not sure if it'll
exactly endear us

to the security
services, but well done.

Sir, can I ask you a question?

How come you were never
accepted for sandhurst?

Wrong place at the wrong time.

I punched the wrong man.

Get away!

Respect! Yeah, well, I'm
off. See you next week.

Me too. Well done, Brian.

Come on, Gerry. All right.

I'm, er, off to the toilet.
I'll see ya. See ya later.

Pint of bitter and a vodka shot.

Ta.

Same again.

Door opens

I was working just
round the corner.

You look nice.

Where's dad?

Now, who's for more Tia Maria?

Oh, come on. You know you'd
like to. You know you want to.

And I know, deep down, beneath that impressively
upholstered and passionately seething bosom...

..You know you need to!

Only a small one.

Oh, don't be so personal!

How about you? Is size everything in
your compendium? You're mad, you are!

As a fish!