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Bye, lads. See you,
Jack. Thanks for coming.

Good to see you.

Hello, Cheryl. How are you?

Surprised to see me, Jack?

Derek would have wanted
me to be here, don't you think?

You're looking well.
He cut me out of the will.

Half that house is mine, Jack!

Look, I don't think this is
really the time or the place.

Does 20 years of marriage
not count for anything?

I expect Derek said
that when you left him.

Oh, touche, Jack.

How's the view from up there
on the moral high ground?

I don't want to talk
about this. Not today.

Funny, isn't it, how I left him and
he cut me out of his will and yet

you left him and he made you
the executor? I didn't leave him.

Yes, you did. You just slipped away
slowly enough that he never noticed.

When was the last
time you saw him, Jack?

Or spoke to him, even?

You were as sick of that
bloody case of his as I was!

You knew he was
wasting his time.

I should be getting on. Well,
I'm contesting the will, Jack.

He wasn't of sound mind when
he changed it. Oh, I think he was.

We'll let the law
decide, shall we?

You're wasting your time.

Do you think there's a judge
anywhere who would look at

Derek's theories on the edelmann case and still
consider him sane? This is Derek's reputation.

It's my money! And you're prepared
to drag his name through the mud,

tarnish everything he
achieved just for a few quid?

Derek always wanted
the case to come to trial.

Now he gets his chance.

Perhaps I'll see you in court, risking
your own reputation to defend Derek's.

I doubt it, though, eh?

♪ 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, doin' 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. ♪

I'm sorry, Jack, but this case is neither unsolved
nor open. Peter edelmann committed suicide.

Derek always thought
there was more to it than that.

A lot more, according to his files,
and none of it remotely plausible.

I'd be the first to admit that some
of Derek's theories were a bit...

I know he was a friend, Jack.

This is not about friendship,
Sandra, it's about loyalty.

A fellow police officer

whose name is about to
be dragged through the mud.

If we take this case on,

all that happens is that we end up
looking every bit as crazy as Derek.

Where's the harm in looking through the files
unofficially? He may have missed something.

Be honest, if this file landed on your desk
and you'd never heard the name Derek brooker...

I know, I know, I'd think he was
several sandwiches short of a picnic.

But I knew Derek and
he was a good detective.

And if he thought that edelmann's death was
suspicious, he must have had grounds for it.

Ok then. Put it on the board.

Thank you.

Peter edelmann. Respected
author and journalist,

specialising in evolutionary
biology and gene theory.

Oh, that Peter edelmann!

On 18th September, 2002, edelmann's
body was found here in the woods

about four miles from the village
of tentemill green, where he lived,

and two miles from the perimeter of an American air
force base, which has since been decommissioned.

Cause of death was an overdose of tranquillisers,
temazepam, apparently self-administered...

I remember this case.

There's a shock!

One of the tabloids claimed
to have an anonymous source

who said edelmann was killed
by the American government.

Wouldn't surprise me. And it
was because of those allegations

that a murder investigation team
was set up, led by Derek brooker.

But they couldn't find
any sign of foul play.

The pathologist report
confirmed the overdose.

There was no sign of
any violence or coercion.

The coroner recorded
a verdict of suicide.

But brooker still thought there was
a case to answer, so he devoted his

retirement to pursuing his own investigation,
but was never able to prove a thing.

Any motive? Did
brooker have a theory?

Well, according to witness
statements, edelmann was involved

in an alleged incident here in the woods, on the
night of 13th September, five days before he died.

What kind of incident? Supposedly,
an aircraft had crash-landed.

The us air force deny it had ever
happened, but brooker didn't believe them.

He was convinced that edelmann
had seen something that night.

Derek's theory was that edelmann planned to
publish an account of what he'd seen that night,

but was killed to stop the story
from ever seeing the light of day.

So we find out what the story was
and that gives us potential motive.

That's the trouble.

Edelmann's computer was taken
during the course of the investigation

and someone "accidentally"
wiped the hard drive.

You're not serious?

So it's not hard to see why Derek thought
there was something fishy going on. Hang on.

This isn't Watergate, so before we
all turn into woodward and Bernstein,

maybe Jack would like to tell us what
brooker thought edelmann had seen?

Brooker thought,
brooker believed...

Peter edelmann was a member
of a group of ufo spotters.

They were the source of the original
murder allegations and they claim

that it was a ufo that crashed
in the woods that night.

A flying saucer?!

Actually, a ufo just means
an unidentified flying object.

A military test plane or the like.
Unidentified doesn't necessarily mean...

Derek believed that edelmann was
killed because he'd seen evidence

of the us government's ongoing
contact with extraterrestrials, Brian.

Ah. Look, brooker might have got his motives wrong,
but that doesn't mean he was wrong about everything.

And if we can show that edelmann's death was
suspicious, then we can mount a proper investigation.

Peter edelmann was living with
his girlfriend, susannah Morton.

She's still at the same address.

Seems like a
good place to start.

Absolutely not, Brian! It's
not an official investigation.

So don't call it an interview.

Derek brooker was in regular contact with
susannah Morton right up till when he died.

So what's to stop Jack talking to her,
off the record, as a friend of Derek's?

And what's to stop us going
along with him, for moral support?

Count me out.

This is a colleague's
reputation on the line!

No. This is a massive forest full
of bloody yanks, that's what it is!

Two very good reasons
for me to stay here.

Fine. Then whilst we're gone, you can plough
through Derek brooker's case files for us.

X-files, more like!

The truth is out there, Gerry.

Oh look - Peter edelmann
wrote some of these.

"The cichlid fish
of lake tanganyika".

"Sicklid". Whatever.

"A study of speciation in evolution
by p edelmann and s Morton".

Oh, thank you. Do have a seat.

Thank you. You co-wrote this?

Well, the credit's
a bit generous.

Evolution isn't really my field, but I helped Peter
out with the maths. I have a phd in particle physics.

Oh, right, didn't
realise. That's ok.

Not looking like a physicist is
generally considered a good thing!

The publishers wanted to print
a revised edition of that book.

But Peter was due to fly out to the
Congo a week and a half after he died.

The timing of his death is one of the many
reasons I don't believe he killed himself.

We should stress, miss Morton, that
we're not here in any official capacity.

We're looking over Derek brooker's files and
if it appears there's a case to be answered...

Peter didn't kill himself.
That much I'm sure of.

Did he ever suffer
from depression?

No. Or any kind of mental... no.

We lived together for ten years, I think
I'd know if there was something wrong.

And yet Peter died of an overdose
of prescription tranquillisers.

They were for the
flight to the Congo.

Peter was scared of flying.

If he had to get on a plane, he'd take
a pill to knock him out for the journey.

How did he happen to have
the pills on him on that day?

That morning, he'd gone into the
surgery to have his jabs for the Congo.

He picked up the pills at the same
time. How was he when he left the house?

I'd say he was...

Preoccupied. He could get
like that when he was working.

This particular mood,
did it date from the incident

in the forest that Derek
brooker talks about in his report?

When Peter saw
the ufo, you mean?

With all the little green
men running around

making crop circles and
interfering with the local cattle?

Is that what you
want to know about?

Peter wasn't some ufo nut.

He was involved with the group
because he was researching

an article into what motivates
irrational belief systems.

Did he tell you anything about
what happened that night?

Not really. He said he'd been up into the forest,
which is where he got the skin rash... rash?

Yeah. Peter had a rash
on his face, neck and hands.

He said it itched like hell.

Of course, after he died, that is what the
conspiracy theorists really latched onto.

A classic side-effect of a
close encounter, apparently.

But he gave you no indication that anything
out of the ordinary had happened that night?

The first I heard about
any plane crash was...

During the investigation
into his death.

So whatever happened, presumably
that's what Peter was writing about?

Miss Morton, we need a good
solid reason to question the original

verdict of suicide in order
to re-open this case... don't.

Don't re-open the case.

I don't believe that
Peter killed himself.

But if proving that breathes new life into
these ridiculous conspiracy theories...

I'm saying don't
re-open the case.

Please. Let Peter keep
what's left of his name.

Ah, there you are! Look lively,
we've another appointment. With who?

David beaumont
and Terry thaxted.

Who? Beaumont and thaxted.

The organisers of this ufo group that Peter
edelmann was involved with. Absolutely not!

No, no! The allegations - these are the fellows who
first told the press edelmann had been murdered.

Whatever we think about
'em, we can't ignore them!

It's one thing to visit susannah
Morton unofficially, but you can't go

around re-interviewing witnesses
when the case is still closed!

Sorry, they're expecting us.

What?! Don't worry. As far as they're
concerned, we were never there.

Come on.

Mr Lane explained the clandestine nature of your
visit and I can assure you that neither myself

nor mr thaxted here are strangers
to subterfuge in our line of work.

What exactly is your line
of work, mr beaumont?

We run a privately financed,
independent icer group. Icer?

International centre for
extraterrestrial research.

From our headquarters here,
we scan radio frequencies.

We also log and archive successful contacts
from like-minded groups around the globe.

Are there many of those?
Hmm, you'd be surprised.

Peter edelmann was
involved with our group.

Really? Susannah Morton told us that Peter edelmann
didn't believe a word of this ufo business.

He was only here
to research an article.

Whatever Peter's reasons for joining,
or his level of scepticism, I believe

he finally witnessed something
that changed his world view

quite considerably.

You're talking about
the crash in the forest?

Indeed, mr Lane.

We received several phone calls
about some kind of aircraft dropping

out of the sky and crash-landing in the
forest some miles west of the air force base.

What time was this?

About 11 o'clock in the evening.

I telephoned the other members of
our group, Peter edelmann included,

and we rendezvoused
here at around 11.30.

I can let you have precise
times, we keep a detailed log...

You went out into
the forest? Mmm.

By the time we got there,
the air force had put up

an armed perimeter so that no-one
could get close enough to see anything.

The men guarding the
perimeter were wearing those.

What are those for? Chemical
and biological warfare.

Officially... excuse me?

They don't just protect
against terrestrial hazards.

So, supposedly, Peter edelmann
found a way through this perimeter?

Yes. He was gone
for quite some time.

When he came back, you've
heard about this skin rash?

Yes. A commonly reported
symptom following a close encounter.

Did mr edelmann tell
you what he'd seen?

No. He wouldn't talk to anyone,

he went straight home.

But what he saw must have
been something quite special.

Because he kept it secret?

Because they killed him before he
had a chance to tell anyone about it.

Who's "they"?

The us air force.
Or related agency.

Black-ops. Do you have any
proof to support this allegation?

Since when did people like
this need proof of anything?

Jack! Oh, look at all this!

Flying saucers and aliens!

Proof doesn't come into it!

Mr halford doesn't believe in the
possibility of life on other planets?

Mr halford is beginning to doubt the possibility
of intelligent life on this one! Jack! Jack...

Thank you for your time.

We've got to keep an open
mind, Jack. No, Brian, that's exactly

what Derek brooker did
and look where it got him.

Just because Derek couldn't prove his theories,
doesn't necessarily mean he was wrong.

What? If Peter
edelmann was murdered,

then it's either because he saw a
flying saucer, or he saw something else.

Now, we're choosing
to believe the latter,

but since neither can currently be proved or
disproved, then surely one's as likely as the other?

Have you gone mad? Actually,
you're both overlooking the fact

that we're still no closer to proving
edelmann was murdered in the first place.

Unless we can do that, I'm afraid
this investigation goes no further.

Well, first off, according to the yanks,
there wasn't even a crash that night.

It was a training exercise. And they've
always maintained that Peter edelmann

couldn't have seen anything, even if he did breach the
perimeter, because there was nothing to see. Great!

So I checked on
his medical records.

He had no history of depression or mental
illness and the temazepam was prescribed

for his trip to the Congo, which was booked
and confirmed for the week after he died.

Just cos he was planning a trip doesn't
necessarily mean he didn't kill himself.

You'd be kicking yourself to have
all those jabs and not go, though.

I had that yellow fever jab once, when
me and Esther went to bloody Portugal.

A lot of yellow fever
in the algarve, is there?

Better safe than sorry.

Me right arm swelled up
like Arnold Schwarzenegger!

Got it! Got what?

Edelmann's inoculations.

There's a statement from his gp.

On the day that Peter edelmann died, he had a
whole range of injections for his Congo trip.

Not everyone who commits suicide
cancels their plans in advance!

No, no, no. That's not
what he means, is it?

Post mortem...

Here it is. "No sign of
coercion or violence." Fine.

But they were checked for signs
that no poisons or tranquillisers

were administered other
than the ones he'd swallowed.

They check for needle marks.

So, what, they didn't find any?

No. Show me.

As Brian says, apart from the needle marks themselves,
these jabs could have caused swelling, bruising...

Nothing. Even if they discounted them,
they would have at least mentioned it here.

Well, maybe the... maybe the
pathologist... no, that would...

Somebody's rigged
the post mortem!

Find me that pathologist,
I want to talk to him.

And put together a list of witnesses.
We're going to rattle some cages!

Officially? Damn
right, officially.

The pathologist was a
woman - dr Eileen Harding.

But she's not a
pathologist any more.

Two months after her post mortem report on
Peter edelmann, which more or less guaranteed

the coroner's verdict of suicide, she quit her
job and moved with her family to the states,

where she works for a medical research
company called unifend pharmaceuticals.

Now, who wants to guess
who their biggest client is?

The American government?

Bingo. You are kidding me.

And we can't talk to her.

Apparently she's on a team-bonding
exercise in the middle of nowhere

and is expected back
at the end of the month.

Pull the other one. Ok,
who can we talk to then?

Well, our most obvious source of witnesses
is the American air force base, but since

it was decommissioned, the personnel have been
scattered to the four corners of the earth. However...

The base commander,
colonel Charles Norton,

retired when the place shut
down and still lives in the area.

And in theory, he should
know exactly what, if anything,

edelmann saw that night.

I doubt he's going to be falling over himself to
tell us anything, though. What about you, Brian?

Well, the us air force ran their
own investigation of all this.

They found nothing amiss, but since we can't access
their report for reasons of "national security",

there's no way of telling whether
the whole thing's a whitewash or not.

The chap who ran the
investigation was a Leonard kuziak.

Now, kuziak's still over here, but
he's not in the military anymore.

But he runs some kind of
theme-cafe in west London.

You're welcome.

The pumpkin pie, is that good?

Just like momma used to make.

Oh, let's hope not. My
mom could burn water.

I'll go for a slice of pie
and a chocolate malt.

Coming right up.

Leonard kuziak?

What's the retirement
age for cops in this country?

I was a wide receiver
back in college.

19 years old, you shrug off
all the knocks. 40 years on,

that's when you pay the price.

Where were we? The crash in the forest.
There was no crash. September 13th, 2002.

The date's neither
here nor there.

Eight years I was in
command of that air base.

They decommissioned it and I was
the last man out the gate. Eight years.

I didn't lose a single aircraft.

So the reports of a
crash...? Reports of a crash?

The only report I'm aware
of, detective superintendent,

speaks of a training exercise
taking place on the night in question.

What sort of exercise?
Search and rescue.

In the event that one of our
aircraft did come down outside

a base perimeter in enemy
territory, we need to respond quickly.

Seal the area, recover
survivors, equipment and so on.

And the personnel involved in such an exercise,
what would they wear? Protective clothing.

Chemical warfare suits.

Same as when we're
dealing with alien spacecraft.

That is where you're
going with this, isn't it?

As I explained on the phone,
colonel Norton, we're investigating

allegations against the us air force in
connection with the death of Peter edelmann.

And you don't find those allegations
to be ridiculous? Clearly not.

Well, you should. New
evidence has come to light.

What new evidence? We're
not at Liberty to discuss that.

Uh-huh.

Then how about I
save us all a lot of time?

What always ticked me off
about this thing from the get-go

was the idea that a civilian just walks
through a secure military perimeter.

We're out there training search and rescue teams
to recover downed aircraft in enemy territory.

Do you think we set up our perimeter, then
just let some journalist waltz through it?

Never happened!

If you're so sure that no-one could get through
your security, why bother with an investigation?

This is the osi we're
talking about, mr standing.

The office of special
investigations.

We're responsible for maintaining
law and order within the us air force

and the military holds
itself to a higher standard.

Someone accuses us of any
improper behaviour, let alone murder,

you'd better believe we're going
to investigate it. And thoroughly.

Chocolate malt? Er... no thanks.

Best shake this side of the pond. You hungry? You
want a chilli dog? No, I'm fine. I've eaten, thanks.

Just for me.

Slow day?

I'll ride it out.

I live out the back, so I
keep the overheads low.

Where were we?
Your investigation. Oh.

So we spoke with the personnel
responsible for securing the perimeter,

along with the guys who were working
the crash-site, the officer in charge

and the operations guys on base, who'd been
monitoring radio communications the whole time.

Bupkis. Hmm? Nothing. Zip.

No perimeter breach. No
unauthorized personnel at the crash site.

No unusual comms traffic.

Even if this guy edelmann had got through the
perimeter, someone would have noticed him.

Assuming no-one lied to you.

You have to understand -

this is life and death
stuff in the military.

Someone breaches the perimeter
and it's your fault, you call it in.

Maybe you catch hell
for not paying attention,

but letting a potential enemy through and not
warning anyone? That's a world of trouble.

What if someone knew edelmann...

Way ahead of you. We looked at
every single participant's personal file.

None of those guys
knew Peter edelmann.

Edelmann didn't
see squat that night.

He was never there.

I got to get back to work.

A guy walks out into the forest
and takes an overdose of pills.

Sometimes it
really is that simple.

Are you all right?

I had a bicycle... 45 minutes ago, I
had a brand-new bicycle. Oh, toe rags!

I haven't heard that one before.
Sounds like a medical condition!

Didn't you lock it? Yeah.

What, they nicked the lock?
I'm not surprised. It cost £100.

A hundred quid?! Well,
it was tamper-proof.

Tamper proof?!

Nah, nah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

No, it's pretty funny.

Look, do you want
a lift somewhere?

No, I'm ok thanks. Sure?

You're a cop.

That's the second
time in an hour.

Is it that obvious?

I used to be married to
one back in the states.

Ah. And that put you
off them for life, right?

Is that how your luck
usually plays out?

Most of the time.

Luck can change.

This poor woman actually agreed
to go and have a drink with you?

"Agreed"? She asked me!

Isn't it a bit dangerous for someone with a severe
visual impairment to be riding a bike in London?

She could get her white
stick caught in the spokes!

What's so funny? Nothing.

Gerry's been asked out
on a date by a 45-year-old!

Woman? Very funny.

She happens to be gorgeous.

With a thing for older
men. Much older.

Maybe she's just looking for a man with
wisdom and experience. Thank you, Sandra.

And she thinks
Gerry might know one!

Whilst you were out on the pull, you didn't
happen to bump into Leonard kuziak, did you?

I did, as it happens. Sounds like
the same story as your colonel.

He said his lot carried out a full
investigation and there's no way

edelmann could have
got over their perimeter.

If he didn't see anything,
there's no motive to kill him.

Assuming it was murder, maybe we're
looking for motive in the wrong place.

How many enemies can
a science writer make?

Let alone enemies who can make the death look like
suicide and get the pathologist to go along with it.

But we mustn't forget the
pathologist could have made a mistake.

And the fact that she moved to
america could just be coincidence.

Nah, we're missing something.

Peter edelmann
was a clever bloke...

A man of science,
practical and methodical...

Bingo!

With the odds of winning the lottery at 14
million to one against, it struck me as unlikely

that a man as logical as Peter
would have bought a ticket.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint
you, mr Lane, but Peter had

been buying a ticket every Friday,
without fail, for about six months.

He'd been working on a system to improve
the odds. Well, this was a Wednesday.

Excuse me?

You say he bought
a ticket every Friday.

But this was bought two hours before
he died. On a Wednesday. May I?

If Peter was
intending to kill himself,

why would he change his routine, buy a lottery
ticket for a draw he didn't expect to be around for?

These numbers aren't right.

How do you mean?

Peter's system relied on an algorithm that
generated a different set of numbers each week.

But there was a peculiarity to it - it
could never generate prime numbers.

One, three, 17 and
19 are all primes.

Could he have
changed the system?

No.

Could it be a code?

Was Peter trying to
leave a message behind?

That's a bit of a leap.

Well, if it is a code, I wouldn't
know where to begin to crack it.

Yes, but he would have
known that, wouldn't he?

So if this is a coded message,

who did he think would
be able to decrypt it?

It's not fibonacci.

Could be a farey sequence.

Or thue-morse
expressed in decimals?

Atomic numbers?
Atomic weights, perhaps.

Or a combination of the
two. But you think it's a code?

Well, that's the problem with
codes, mr Lane, because you can't tell

if it is or isn't a code
until you decode it.

We don't want to jump to unfounded
conclusions. Why break the habit of a lifetime?

There are things we could do...

Would it help to use the police
computers back at our office?

They laugh

thank you very much, but I think you'll find that
any computer a policeman is capable of using,

won't achieve anything like the
computational power we have here. How long?

How long is a piece of string?

You go. I'll stay and let you
know if we turn anything up.

See, Sushi is actually a cube of vinegared rice,
covered with either fish, vegetable or meat.

Now, a lot of people think
it's raw fish, but that's sashimi.

That one just moved. Well, listen we
can go somewhere else if you prefer?

No. No, I'll try
anything... Once.

Futomaki. Excuse me?

Rice mixed with fish and vegetables and
wrapped in nori, which is a kind of seaweed.

You know, I never would have
guessed you were into this stuff.

I'm surprised. In a good way.

Bon appetit.

I'm not saying the woman's an angel, Jack,
but Derek brooker was a man with obsessions.

He can't have been much fun to live with. "For
richer, for poorer. In sickness and in health."

Unless it isn't any fun, in which
case you run off with a doctor

ten years your junior in the
hopes that he buys you a merc!

I mean, it's a miracle to me
that Esther puts up with Brian.

And his obsessions only
last a few days at a time.

But can you imagine Esther destroying Brian's
reputation to get her hands on his money?

Of course not. But then I can't see Brian
cutting Esther out of his will either.

I'm not saying the woman is right, Jack, but
I do think you should try and empathise a bit.

Jack?

I'm impressed, Jack.

I really didn't think you'd
stick your neck out for Derek.

Sandra Pullman, this is Cheryl brooker.
Pleased to meet you. Yeah, I know who you are.

I'm even more impressed with you, putting your
career on the line for someone you didn't know.

Cheryl... I wonder how
the newspapers will react

when they hear the police are frittering away
tax payers' money searching for flying saucers?

We're looking into this case because
new evidence has come to light.

Yeah, that's just how
the tabloids will report it(!)

I'd be updating your cv about
now, if I were you. Cheryl...

You brought this on yourselves.

Just remember that when your faces
are splashed across the front page.

Still think she
was hard done by?

I don't even know
what you do for a living.

Oh, you can't guess?

Should I be able to?

I guessed you were a
cop. Turnabout is fair play.

All right, erm, model?

That's tacky!

No. Thank you.

Well, I don't think you're a restaurant
critic. True. Or an expert on bicycle security.

It's really not
that interesting.

No, but if you do
it, I doubt it's boring.

Tacky again?

No, actually that
one's just about right.

There's a kid up our street could
probably sort that out for you.

Fixed our video up like new
when Esther spilt her tea on it.

Actually, that's
monitoring signals.

Eh?

Cmbr.

Cosmic microwave
background radiation,

the radiation that was generated
when the universe came into existence.

If you De-tune a television, a small proportion of
the white noise you see is an echo of the big bang.

The rest is thermal interference
and a variety of other signals that are

either too weak to resolve or else
indecipherable to our equipment.

In amongst that, there may one
day be a signal we can interpret.

A message, perhaps.

Like those magic eye pictures.

I could never get those to work.

Well, we're no strangers to
mockery, mr Lane. Oh, no, I wasn't...

You're clearly interested in science and maths,
and you seem to know a fair bit about it.

But don't you ever wonder that you might
be wasting all that on this alien business?

From a purely
scientific perspective,

the possibility of extraterrestrial intelligence
is a far from irrational belief, mr Lane.

How's that, then?

Show him Drake.

Who's Drake?

So these are just old cases that
no-one's ever managed to solve? Yeah.

Yeah, new evidence comes to light
and we have another look at them.

Like what?

Well, at the moment...

We're investigating a possible
government conspiracy. Yeah.

Cover-ups, murder, the lot.

Is that why you
were at the diner?

No. No, not exactly, no.

Look, I shouldn't really be talking
about ongoing investigations.

I'm sorry. No, no,
you're fine, it's...

This is me.

Very nice.

This is the awkward moment, huh?

Yeah. I'm not going
to invite you up, Gerry.

I want to, but I'm not going to.

It's all right. I don't have many
rules, but this is one of them.

Take me out again and
we'll see what happens, ok?

Ok!

There we are. The
Drake equation,

devised back in 1960 by dr frank Drake, a professor
of astrophysics at the university of California.

Now, Drake was trying to calculate
the probability of us making contact

with other intelligent civilisations
out there in the universe.

Another crackpot.

He based his calculations on the number of new
stars formed every year, the number of planets

orbiting those stars and the number of those
planets that were likely to sustain life forms

intelligent and technologically
advanced enough to make contact.

You listening to this?
Yes, yes. Fascinating.

Is this leading us
anywhere relevant, Brian?

Look, the point is that even by using the most
conservative estimates, this equation proves that

the existence of other intelligent life out there
in the universe is far more likely than not.

Morning, all.

What have I missed? Brian thinks
edelmann might have seen a ufo after all.

He's been brainwashed by
our conspiracy nuts. Phone rings

I'm simply saying there is mathematical proof for
the existence of extraterrestrial intelligence.

Have those nerds
cracked the code?

They're working on it.
So, how was your date?

I don't kiss and
tell. Yes, you do!

If it was more than a kiss, you'd
be shouting from the rooftops.

We had a very pleasant
evening, actually.

Someone's just tried to burn
down Leonard kuziak's diner.

Cheers. Thank you.

They haven't found any bodies yet, so that means
Leonard kuziak wasn't in his flat at the time

or the fire was so hot there's
nothing left of him to find. Arson?

Looks like it - most restaurant fires start in
the kitchen. This one started in the dining area.

So unless forensics find any human remains, it's
either attempted murder or a warning of some kind.

Relating to the edelmann case?
Bit much of a coincidence, isn't it?

No-one knew we were
even talking to kuziak.

Someone did. Who? I'll ring you
later. Where are you going? Gerry?

Phone rings

yeah, Brian?

Great. Hang on.
They've cracked the code.

We'll come and get you.

We think Peter's lottery numbers
refer to the periodic table of elements.

If we transpose these numbers to their
corresponding chemical symbols, we get

hydrogen h, lithium li, carbon c, oxygen o,
chlorine cl and potassium k. Spelling something out.

Not necessarily, no. An anagram?

So when you say you cracked
the code... oh, yeah, clock's in there.

Or click. Hillock. No,
that leaves a c out.

You can't even make a word using
all the letters! Maybe it's another code.

You've cracked the top
layer, to reveal another cipher.

Or turned a random series of
numbers into a random series of letters

and wasted a lot of time
in the process. Tell them!

We don't think this is
an anagram. Then what?

The elements these
numbers refer to...

We think it's the chemical
basis for an alien life form.

The one Peter saw in
the forest that night. Ohhh!

Complete dead
end. Not necessarily.

It might still be a code, and those two might
even be right about the letters they represent.

But they don't mean anything. Not to
us, no. But maybe he was sending it

to somebody specific, somebody
who would know what the letters meant.

I'm sorry.

Well, it's a long shot. Maybe they
really were just lottery numbers.

Hold on.

Is it that simple? What?

I don't think it's a code.

I think it could be an address.

An ip address? A
what? Internet protocol.

It's the address
of a web server.

If that's where Peter
backed his work up to...

September the 13th 2002.

The night of the crash.

Siren wails

Is this possible?

It's certainly possible.

So Peter claims that he got past
the supposedly secure perimeter

the us air force had set up and he saw the wreckage
of a plane crash. Still burning. And he saw bodies.

Quite a few, by the
sound of it. This is it.

This is motive for murder, isn't it? They
wouldn't want this to get out. Why not?

Planes have crashed before.

If the plane was on
a secret mission...

That would explain covering up the
crash, but it hardly justifies murder.

You can't think it was a coincidence that Peter
saw this five days before... it can't be proven.

The only evidence we have of a crash,
let alone bodies, is this article by Peter.

He's not with us any more. So
there's no-one to corroborate the story.

Maybe there is someone. Look.

That looks like the same rash that Peter
had the night he came back from the forest.

I thought it might be.

Evidence of a close
encounter, they said.

I know exactly what Peter
edelmann had a close encounter with.

These gloves are made
from a material similar to latex.

They sprinkle a powder inside
them to stop them sticking to your skin.

Same stuff they use
in forensic gloves.

I'm allergic to it, which is
why I had the same reaction

when I put them on earlier as
I used to get at crime scenes.

Fifty quid says Peter
edelmann had the same allergy.

So Peter got through the perimeter because
he was wearing one of the these suits.

Now, we've always assumed
that he was on his own.

But there are two
suits, so the question is

which one of you was with him?

Beer?

I've taken care of Melissa.

Yeah, anonymous tip to friends in high places
should keep her out the way for a while. Melissa?

Mm-hm. She was using me to get
information about the investigation.

I didn't tell her
anything important,

but obviously it was enough
to get your place burned down.

Melissa, the nurse?

The what? She's a nurse in an old folk's home around
the corner from my place. She comes in all the time.

No, but I asked her what she
did, and she dodged the question.

She probably didn't think changing adult
diapers was a very sexy topic for a first date.

You thought she
was spying on me?

Yeah, I...

Well, they're a little
subtler than that.

You guys start asking questions after all this
time, you'd be amazed how fast word gets around.

They probably thought I'd talk so they torched my
place to either warn me or kill me. But who are "they"?

The martians.
They're taking over.

Come on, it could be one of
a dozen intelligence agencies.

Something like this,

there's not usually a
lack of interested parties.

But it is to do with
Peter edelmann.

Whatever I tell
you now, that's it.

I won't repeat it anywhere else. I won't
sign anything and I won't go on tape.

I leave here and you'll never
see or hear from me again.

If you've got
anything pertinent...

I was an officer in the united
states air force, mr standing.

I was good at my job and I never gave anyone
cause to ever think I'd ever tell what I knew.

Yet the first sign of trouble, they
torch my place just to shut me up.

Now, that pisses me off just
enough to tell you what I know.

But I won't go on the record and I won't
stand up in court and betray my country.

That being the case,

do you want to listen to
what I have to say or not?

Knocking

do you know what time it is?

We have a few more questions
for you, mr Norton. Colonel Norton.

You want to talk to me, make
an appointment. I don't think so.

We found the article that
Peter edelmann was writing.

We want to know
about the bodies.

They killed Peter
edelmann, mr Lane.

They killed him because he tried
to tell people what we saw that night.

Do you think I was going to stick my head
above the parapet once that had happened?

Tell me what you
saw, mr thaxted.

We got a call about eleven in the evening
from one of the members of our group.

He'd seen some kind of
aircraft crash in the forest.

Peter edelmann was here with us.

We decided to
go and take a look.

They called it a training exercise,
which was the most effective way of

sweeping the whole
thing under the carpet.

But there was a crash?

Of course there was a crash. Anyone within a
five-mile radius must have heard the noise.

There were clouds of smoke, and a decent section
of the forest was destroyed by the impact.

By the time the three of us
got out into the forest, it was

crawling with air-force people, clouds of black
smoke rising up from deep inside the forest.

There was no way they
were letting anyone near it.

We knew straightaway
this was something big.

So you came back here
and put the protective suits on.

Peter was desperate to
get inside the perimeter.

Mr thaxted and I tossed a coin to
see who would go with him. I won.

Or lost, depending
on your point of view.

This nonsense brings
you to my door at this hour?

We're not so sure it is
nonsense. I can't help that.

You're still maintaining this was
a training exercise? Absolutely.

And yet Peter edelmann says
he sneaked through the perimeter.

Impossible. Even if he was covered
head to foot in a chemical warfare suit?

Would it be possible then?

We got as close to the perimeter as we dared
and then put the suits on over our clothes.

I don't know about Peter, but I really didn't
think we stood much of a chance of getting through.

But it was worth a try?

Yes. And, as it turned out, we just
walked through. No questions asked.

Everyone seemed in a big hurry.

There were jeeps going to and fro,
people barking orders over radios.

The crash site was about
a mile in from the perimeter.

We'd had to jog all the way to keep up with
the others, so... what did you see, mr thaxted?

I saw bodies, mr
Lane. A lot of bodies.

This is the fantasy of a man
just before he took his own life.

If this is all you
have... Phone rings

excuse me.

Hello?

Ok. Thanks, Brian.

We have another
witness. No, you don't.

Yes, we do, and this
one's very much alive.

But I'd like to remind you that you no longer
enjoy the protection of the us air force.

You are a guest in our country. I should
start telling the truth, if I were you.

When it comes to sticking by
an obviously implausible story,

most governments would give the average
nine-year-old kid a run for his pocket money.

"There was no crash, it was a
training exercise. You heard a noise?

"You saw clouds of black smoke?"

"Trees snapped in half
or else burnt to a crisp?"

"Hollywood-style special effects to make the
whole thing as real as possible for our boys."

You'd be surprised how
easily people swallow it up.

So what was it that crashed?

I don't know. There was
almost nothing left intact.

The whole area was scattered
with wreckage, some of it still burning,

some of it partially melting
from the heat of the burning fuel.

Did you see any insignia, logos?

Any numbers, even
partial, on the pieces of...

No.

Subpoena the logs
for the night in question.

Every flight in landed safely, every flight
out reached its destination without incident.

And every flight appears on those
logs? What are you suggesting?

If someone wanted to
make a flight disappear...

Ok, sure.

Let's indulge that line of questioning,
shall we, see where it leads?

Say someone wanted to cover up an incident, someone
with the power to delete a flight from the official

us air force log, to make it vanish
into thin air like it never existed.

So tell me - you imagine that

someone with that kind of
influence can be caught out by you?

There was no flight. It was a...

..Gulfstream jet.

CIA-owned.

It was flying out of the base en
route to Guantanamo bay, Cuba.

Something happened just
after takeoff, some kind of

mechanical error, and
they ditched it in the forest.

All right, so it was a
CIA plane and it crashed.

What was the need
for all the secrecy?

The plane's not the
thing, mr standing.

It's the cargo.

It took a while before I even
realised what I was looking at,

all these black lumps scattered
across the ground, like larger

versions of something you'd
scrape off the bottom of the oven.

Men were gathering them up into bags
and packing them into the back of a truck.

I couldn't work
out why until I...

Trod on one.

It cracked under my foot and,

when I looked closely,

I realised it was a hand.

In his account, Peter edelmann claims
he saw bodies in the wreckage. "Claims".

They were all body parts, these
black lumps, charred to the bone,

scattered amongst the
wreckage everywhere you looked.

Whose bodies were they?
What was that plane carrying?

British citizens of various nationalities
suspected of involvement in terrorist activities.

So they could just as
easily have been innocent.

Just like the poor nurse you've
currently got locked up in a cell.

People the us government suspect of being involved
with terrorist groups, who enjoy the legal

protection of their host country - we can't extradite
them, you don't have enough evidence to arrest them.

So the CIA snatches them off the
street and flies them out in secret.

"Secret" being
the operative word.

If we admitted there was a crash, we would have to
call in the British emergency services to deal with it.

They find bodies, they want names,
names we can't give them because we

had no right putting those people
on the plane in the first place.

So by calling it a training exercise,
you keep the authorities away.

That's the idea.

How many people on this plane?

Two pilots and nine prisoners,
and they all died on impact.

And Peter edelmann saw it?

He saw the bodies.

Well, what was left of them.

He put two and two together pretty fast and
started asking some uncomfortable questions.

Who killed Peter edelmann?

What, you think I
know the names?

I don't even know if
people like that have names.

I don't know who they take their orders from,
how they get in or out of the country, nothing.

I know why it happened,

and that's it.

Got any more beer?

You need to make a statement.

What we can give you is
protection, a new identity, relocation.

You could even open
another diner if you wanted.

The thing...

Cheers, Gerry.

It was a private plane
bound for Guantanamo bay.

Nine prisoners, all British citizens suspected
of terrorism, illegally abducted by the CIA.

They call that "extraordinary
rendition", don't they?

I'd like you both to leave. A plane that was
kidnapping British citizens crashed on British soil.

You have no evidence. Peter
edelmann saw the bodies,

started asking awkward questions, and
so he was killed. Was that your decision?

Either charge me... If you didn't give
the orders, you must have known about it,

which makes you an
accessory after the fact.

Tell us what
happened, mr Norton.

There was no plane crash.

It was a training exercise.

We don't have a witness.
What do you mean?

So you did see the bodies?

What was left of them, yes.

The bodies of what, mr thaxted?

Aliens. Ohhh!

Aliens? Isn't it obvious?
That's why they killed Peter.

Because he saw the bodies.

They were nine prisoners
bound for Guantanamo bay.

They were being t... it was a plane, not a
bloody spaceship! If I may, they would say that.

No, no, they wouldn't, actually. You see, that's
the point cos, they're not saying anything.

In fact one of our colleague talked
to somebody on the inside. Ah. What?

Someone on the inside? Someone with a vested
interest in having you believe their cover story?

Extraordinary rendition
is the cover story?!

Well, that's the way they work. A
plausible lie covers an implausible truth.

You saw those
bodies, mr thaxted.

Not human ones. They were
burned beyond all recognition!

Ah.

Someone's got to you.

Sandra...

If someone has bribed or threatened you to
falsify evidence, that's called witness tampering.

Surely you are not suggesting... They
believe it, Sandra. Don't be absurd, Brian!

This man is the only living witness we have to a
flagrant breach of international law and a conspiracy

to cover it up that led to the murder of a British
citizen! You saw those bodies with your own eyes.

I know what I
saw. Fine, ok, fine.

So you really do believe, do you, that all of this
is to do with little green men and flying saucers?

I know what I saw. Those
body parts, were they green?

The phrase "little green men" isn't meant to be
taken literally. Shut up! I'm not lying, ms Pullman.

"Detective superintendent".

That's it. We're done here.

Mary always said we were
mad to marry into the police force.

But she coped
with it, didn't she?

I couldn't.

I was just...

Counting the months till Derek's retirement,
when I would get my husband back.

And then the edelmann case...
What are you doing here, Cheryl?

I'm not going to contest the
will. I've changed my mind.

It's not like I need the money.

Well, it was...

Never about the money anyway.

I wanted my side of
the story to be heard.

But you're right - it's not worth the
damage it would do to his memory.

Who's that?

I'm dropping the lawsuit. That's
what I've come here to tell you.

Has someone
approached you about this?

Shake my hand, Jack.
What are you afraid of?

Just shake my hand, please.

Goodbye.

The number you have dialled
has not been recognised.

Please check the
number and try again.

Car engine starts

Sounds like the same
car I saw at the cemetery.

Maybe whoever put the wind up
Cheryl did the same to Melissa.

Yeah, either that or I was
right in the first place and

she was in on it all along,
which makes you lot right.

How's that? Well, a woman like that's never
going to go for a bloke like me, is she?

Oh, Gerry, we were joking.

Yeah, well, she's vanished
now, so we'll never know.

We've really blown this
one. We didn't blow anything.

The case is now
officially unsolved.

We know the truth of what happened and
sooner or later we'll find a way to prove it.

Yeah, but do we really
know the truth, though? Hm?

Well, I mean, Peter edelmann's article says he saw
bodies but he didn't know whose bodies they were.

Leonard kuziak said
they were prisoners.

Colonel Norton says there
wasn't even a plane crash

and beaumont and thaxted... Oh, don't bring
them up again! Oh, no, no, go on, Brian.

I'm just saying,
who do we trust?

Maybe kuziak was spinning a
yarn to keep us off the real story,

you know a riddle inside an
enigma, all wrapped in a thingummy.

In which case, the
truth would be...?

Well, according to the Drake equation,
it's far more likely that there are...

He thinks it was aliens! I'm just saying we've no
proof to support one version of events over another.

Maybe there are more things in heaven
and whatnot. His mechanism's gone.

He should phone home! Yeah,
well, you believe what you like.

But when whatever it is comes
crawling out of them woods

bent on world domination,
then you'll all be sorry.

Five-note melody
from "close encounters"

♪ 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, doin' 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. ♪

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