All language subtitles for New.Tricks.S08E02.End.Of.The.Line.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track03

Last week Peter offord,
a 43-year-old plumber,

was arrested on suspicion
of a robbery in Wembley

but his DNA didn't match
any found at the scene.

However it did show a link to a man found
strangled on a tube train, here, in march '96.

The dead man's identity has
never been established. Until now?

It turns out Peter offord
was that murder victim's son.

Yeah? How did he react to that?

Never knew his dad apparently, he was brought
up alone by his mum. But I don't understand.

If this fella died on the tube then surely
this is one for British transport police?

Yeah, well, since 2002 the
commissioner and the transport police

chief constable confer on such cases and it's been
mutually agreed that ucos should take this one on.

What she means, it's
been dumped on us.

Any scene-of-crime photos?

No. List of suspects?

No scene-of-crime photos, no list of suspects
and we don't even know the victim's name.

Well, what happened to him?
He was strangled. Face to face.

What sort of bloke was
he? He was a vagrant.

What, a tramp?! Oh, great!

♪ 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. ♪

The last king's cross fire victim was a
tramp, it took them 17 years to identify him.

Yes, because people
didn't care enough.

No-one cares about this guy
either but it's about time they did...

You see there was no
scene-of-crime photos

because when the
body was discovered

it was assumed he was just
another dosser dead from drink.

The train was taken out of service
and a transport police inspector

ordered the body removed
without examining the carriage...

Which was cleaned up and
back on the track within hours.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

What about the
post mortem? Winter.

A lot of old people had
died so there was a queue.

It was two days before the pathologist examined
our man and realised he'd been strangled.

Who was this
transport police idiot?

She'd only been
promoted the day before.

"She". No dental records?

The victim had lost
almost all his teeth.

He had several broken bones, badly
healed, plus the liver of a 70-year-old

although as it turns out, he
was probably only about 50.

What about missing persons?

Well, they made a public
appeal but no-one came forward.

One or two tramps who
used to travel the underground

were interviewed by the murder squad but
they were deemed incoherent and unreliable.

Pissed. Yeah, you see, that is
exactly the attitude I'm talking about.

Right, the body was discovered
when the train driver was changing shift.

Now, apparently tramps used to ride the circle
line a lot as it was a great way to keep warm.

They could sit on the train all day long as it
went round and round. Not any more of course...

What do you mean "not any more"? Well, the circle
line's not a circle now, is it? Since when?

Since last year.

Did none of you know that?

I never travel on the tube.

Not since I retired, no.

That is appalling!

Appalling? When was the last time
you travelled on public transport?

Anyway, I got them to locate
the actual carriage which you two

can check out, whilst Jack
and I go and chat to the plumber.

It was here at acton where
they actually brought the train

after I found the bloke.

You say you checked
every carriage?

Oh, yeah. Drivers always check
each carriage at the end of a shift.

Yeah? Yeah. Well, you know, in case
they find something wrong, left behind...

Or dead.

Not that I needed to see this geezer, I could
smell him halfway down the platform. Really?

Yer, blimey, didn't half pen.

I mean, I know it's an occupational hazard
but this patch give off a right whiff. Patch?

Patch o' damp - tramp.

The geezer was obviously a wino but he'd sort
of messed himself, you know what I'm saying?

Dirty, filthy... it's quite common for
people to do that when they die. Is it?

My mum and dad never did.

Well, presumably they
weren't strangled either?

No. No, course not.

Anyway, here is
it. Carriage 5721.

Still in use?
Isn't it a bit old?

Oh, yeah. Built to last
though, aren't they?

Shall we go in?

Just through here and it was

round here where the bloke was.

Well, how come nobody
saw him being murdered?

Cos this was empty and because no-one in
their right mind would have come in here.

Honestly, if you'd tried, you'd have
turned round and gone back out.

The smell, you couldn't even stand it
for five seconds. Well, the murderer did.

Well, he must have had an iron
stomach cos it turned mine right over.

I backed straight out and
I didn't go near him again.

Now we don't have any
photos of the dead man...

Well, you're lucky then.

No... what I mean is, we're
not quite sure how he looked.

Not well. No, I
mean, his position.

Oh, his position? Oh, I don't know it's a long
time ago, mate. I can't remember. Well, try anyway.

Right, ok.

Um, well, I think it
was sort of, er, like this.

There was shit and piss leaking
down his trolleys onto the floor along...

Thank you! Thank you, Ken.

No, stay there,
stay there. Hold on.

I never knew him!

I never knew my dad. Yeah?

You know what? I think
you're making this up.

I promise you, we're
not making anything up.

All we want to do is find somebody who might have
murdered someone on the tube train 15 years ago.

Look!

Under "father".

See what it says?!

"Unknown"!

And that's not because
my dad was a tramp.

She knew who he was
but she'd never say.

She didn't even want to talk
about him. Do you understand?

Your mother never said anything that would
give you a clue as to who your father was?

Oh, what, about
the dad I never had?

Who buggered off before I was born, never sent us
a penny and left my mum on her own to bring me up?!

Take a flying guess.

Look, maybe this
tramp was my dad.

But ask yourself this,

what makes you
think I give a damn?

Ok, first things first.

Why would... thank you. Why would
anyone kill a tramp in such a public place?

Especially as it was only out of sight for
a couple of seconds in between stations?

Tramp rage? Yeah, but remember, the smell is going
to stop almost anyone from getting in that carriage.

Except another tramp
- I.E. The murderer.

Which is what the
murder squad reckoned.

Or someone totally
committed to killing this man.

You'd put up
with the stink then.

Well, if the post mortem
and Ken's memory are correct,

then the deceased must have met
his killer face to face. Poor bugger.

I'll say. You got to be some kind of psycho to
strangle someone while looking them in the eye.

I don't think so.

Tramps are usually killed by
being beaten or kicked to death.

To kill him this way... what,
you mean up close and personal?

Exactly. I think it's personal.

Which helps us how exactly?

The best way...
Probably the only way...

To find out who killed him
is to identify him. Great.

Back to square one then. No...

All the more reason to carry on.

And actually, can we stop calling him "him" or "the
victim"? Let's dignify him with a name or something.

Tom. Dick.

Harry? Harry.

Bye-bye. Thanks
very much. Smashing.

Good night.

See you tomorrow.

Got any spare change?

She'll only spend
it on drink or drugs.

So what? Well, it's up to you.

What's your name,
love? Ta-da. Leah.

Leah.

Are you all right? Yeah, fine.

You sure?

Do your parents
know where you are?

They don't give a shit, mate.

Got any friends?
Yeah, I got friends.

Are they all same age as you?

Sorry, I'm not
saying this very well.

Do you have any older people
as friends... On the street?

You must be joking.

Anyone old doing this is
mad, drunk or diseased.

Me and my mates are just damaged,
abused and brought up in care.

So you all lead
separate lives, do you?

What are you, some kind of
weirdo? No, no, I'm not a weirdo,

it's just...

Leah, is there anything I
can do to help you? Yeah...

Can you get me a job, a flat
and a boyfriend who loves me?

Sorry, can't do that, love.

Well, ta-ra then.

Ta-ra.

All right, I give up,
what have I done?

Eh? You haven't
said a word since 9.47

except to the dog. Oh, I know,

I'm sorry. I'm just...

I'm still thinking about
this girl, this Leah.

And Harry. Who's Harry?

Well, that's what we
decided to call the... tramp.

The deceased.

I feel for them.

Him especially.

Isolated, alone,

perceived by everyone
as odd, strange...

Weird even.

Imagine what that must be like.

Imagine(!)

Brian, you can't take on
all the troubles of the world.

What you can do is find out who killed someone
who everyone else thought of as worthless.

Because you can be sure that somebody
somewhere knew him and cared about him.

And that someone needs you.

How did someone like me end up with
someone as gorgeous and fantastic as you?

That's a question
I often ask myself.

I checked with
London underground.

After the king's cross fire they installed cctv
on the tube, but it was a bit patchy in '96

so the murder squad couldn't work out where
the victim got on the train. Or his killer.

Or where he was
murdered? Exactly.

Well, we know he was
killed in that carriage.

But does it matter where
exactly on the line he got done?

It could do because the circle line has 26
stations, but not many of them have enough

distance between them to give a
man time to strangle somebody.

Well, how long does it
take... Manual strangulation?

Well, it depends on
the circumstances.

I'd reckon two minutes minimum.

Anyway, the killer would
want as much time as possible.

Maybe he just got lucky.

Or knew exactly
what he was doing.

So why don't you
just get on a train?

Get a feel for the journey.
Take some proper timings.

I've got a stop
watch you can use.

Ah, cheers.

Now, I tried to track down those
tramps that the met wanted to talk to.

They've all got weird monikers. The
ones that ride the tube are called hoppers.

Did you track them down?

No. After 15 years
no-one's ever heard of them.

No way of knowing
if they're even alive.

Now, the offord family
might be more helpful.

Now, the mum, Iris...

The one who never spoke about the dad died in July
'95 which is eight months before Harry got killed.

Now, apart from not having a
husband, she did have family.

Well, the parents are dead, but there's a
sister who's alive and well and living in esher.

Phone rings

Brian Lane.

And sisters talk to
each other, right?

What, really?

Hang on. Hang
on. Christine offord.

She's upstairs,
wants to talk to you.

Mrs offord. Christine... Please.

Um, I just wanted to say sorry, for the
way Peter reacted when you came round.

You must understand that Peter is very
bitter about what happened to his mum.

But beneath it all I know he
wouldn't want you not to try

and carry on doing
what you're doing.

Well, we are carrying on. And I know
that, deep down, he does want to know...

He needs to know...
Who this man is.

Who his dad was.

That's all I come
to say. Thank you.

Oi! Let go of her!

You animal!

Ya-a-ah!

Are you all right? Yeah.

Here. Cheers.

Are you all right? Yeah...

I think I am. Thanks.

It's ok. Take your time.

Ah, lovely.

Better?

Yeah, much better now, thanks.

So, what was he after?

What did he want?

Money? My sleeping bag? Dunno.

How can you live like this?

Practice. No. Come on.

A life on the streets is
no life at all for a young...

Don't start getting moral!
No, no I'm not preaching.

That's this country all over!

Please! No. Don't go. I'm sorry.

Come on, sit down. Ok. But
only if you don't keep going on.

All right.

It's your generation that
cocked everything up, not mine.

Yeah, you're right.

We do need helping.

I definitely need help.

And, you know, the funny thing is
you're probably the one who can help me.

What are you?

Well, I used to be a policeman.

It's all right, I'm retired now.

I work for a thing
now called ucos.

Unsolved crime and
open case squad.

We're trying to find
the murderer of a...

Man who was killed on the tube.

He's one of those men I was
talking about. They're known as...

Hoppers.

Yeah. Yeah, there's
still some around.

Yeah? I've met a few.

Weird. And mad.

And, yeah, I know where some of 'em
hang out when they're not on the tube.

Hello, gentlemen.

Mikey! Hello, Mikey! No. Sorry,
my name's not Mikey. I'm Brian.

Yah! Mikey... Always
having a laugh!

Fancy a drop of cider, Mikey?

No, thanks, you're all right.

Er, actually I'm looking for...

Toolbar. Ah! Toolbar's gone.

Dead and buried.
And good riddance.

What about Danny Pearl?

Dead. A horse ate him.

They laugh

did he owe you
money? No, no, no.

Jim the lick?

That's three.

That's bad luck. You've a terrible habit
of bringing up the names of dead men.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

Where's your can?

Can? Drink.

Oh, no, I don't have any. You don't know
if Tony no ticket's still around, do you?

Where did you
say your drink was?

I didn't. In fact,
I don't drink.

You're a bloody liar!

Everybody drinks!

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you,
mate, but I assure you that I don't.

Don't lie, Mikey.
Please. Don't do that.

And don't call me
Mikey, it's not my name.

You think you can come here without a bottle,
bold as bollocks, and just take the piss!?

I am not trying to take... That's
my coat! You nicked my coat!

You're mistaken. It's mine.

I've had it a long
time. Now, please...

You're a liar. You nicked
it off me in debenhams.

You're a dirty,
lying, thieving...

No. No. I promise you. He's a
spy! He's a spy for the ruskies!

He wants our internal
organs! Bloody hell!

Hell of a shot, bill.

There you go, sweetheart.

Janice pargetter? Can I help you? Detective
superintendent Pullman, this is colleague Gerry standing,

we're from the unsolved crime
and open case squad. Really?

Could we possibly come
in for a few moments?

Of course.

How exciting! What is it
you've come to talk to me about?

We believer that Iris offord
was your sister. Is that right?

I'm sorry, I've no
interest in Iris...

And no wish to talk about her.

Mrs pargetter. We're investigating the murder of
a man who may have some connection to your sister.

I wouldn't be the
slightest bit surprised.

Be that as it may, it is of no
consequence to me and I merely

reiterate that I have nothing to
say about anything to do with Iris.

Perhaps you don't understand.

Of course I understand.

My husband is close friends
with the chief constable of surrey.

Is he? Is he really?!

No, that's absolutely
fine, mrs pargetter.

I'll have a word with my boss and get him to the
commissioner who can talk with your husband's friend.

That way it should be easier to
bring uniformed officers and take you

to esher police station.
Would that be better for you?

Wakey-Wakey.

Come on. Get up
and get a move on.

It's all right, I'm
with the met.

Hang on.

Oh, my god! Yes, very good.
Now, be a nice lad and on your way.

No, you don't
understand... Oh, I think I do.

No, what I mean is, they've
taken everything away with them.

Not the smell of cider, they
haven't. I have not been drinking!

No, of course you haven't(!) On
your bike. Have you got my bike?

Don't try and be clever.

I don't have to...

I work for ucos!

I'm a former cid detective
with 31 years' experience!

I won't tell you again. Get up!

Don't talk to me like that.

Listen. Get up and shut up.

I told you, don't use that
tone of voice with me!

Stand back!
Warning. Taser firing!

You all right, love?

Yeah, yeah.

Are you scared?

I used to travel a lot.

On the tube.

But then I stopped.

Because of 7/7? What?

No, no... No.

My wife died.

Well, I think you're very brave.

I better get to work.

I removed Iris from my
life a very long time ago...

As did our parents. Why?

Because Iris was a creature of
the '60s in its worst manifestation.

Wild, selfish and a complete
embarrassment to the whole family.

And where are your family from?

Battersea.

My father was a postman
and mother was a cleaner.

They sacrificed a
lot for us obviously.

And Iris repaid them by embracing all those
nonsensical ideas the '60s were full of. Such as?

Socialism.

Hippiedom.

Free love...

And Iris discovered that
free love is not free at all.

Certainly not in essex. Essex?

That's where she went

chasing her god. David something...
I don't know his other name.

She met him in London and
ran after him like a silly lapdog.

Even got a job in a pub
apparently to be near him.

Of course he just used her,
she ended up coming back

12 months later with her
tail between her legs and...

She was pregnant. By this David.

Who knows? I assume so.

Anyhow, Iris wanted back into the family
fold but mum and dad wouldn't have it.

They wouldn't let her in
the house. Talk to her, even.

We never spoke to her again.

Whereabouts in
essex, do you know?

Oh, somewhere awful.

Beginning with a b I think.

Basildon, brentwood? No, no...

Somewhere much worse than that.

Billericay. Exactly.

Yes, that was it.

How old was Iris,
when she got pregnant?

18.

Phone rings

excuse me.

It's Esther.

They tasered me!
He became violent.

I was not violent.
I was... Vehement!

He was naked except for a t-shirt,
pair of pants and a single sock.

Those bloody tramps
nicked my coat!

About time someone did. I'm sorry
you've been put to so much trouble.

I assure you it's
very out of character.

Thank you, but it's not the
first time this has happened.

Mr Lane has been arrested twice
before for being drunk and disorderly.

That was years ago, he
doesn't touch a drop now.

At all. Ever.

Come on.

Thank you.

I have to get my coat back! If you don't shut up you'll
be lucky to get your job back. Thank you, Sandra.

Thank you. You. In. Now.

I feel...

Violated.

Well, you should have more respect
for the police then, shouldn't you?

I'm talking about my coat!

I'm bereft.

It's a filthy, shabby old thing you
should have got rid of ages ago.

You don't understand.

That coat has a value and a significance way
beyond mere, mere material goods. It's...

Oh, go to sleep.

Those bloody tramps.

Oh, what...

Those people you care
about so much(?) Not this lot!

These were just a
bunch of nasty, thieving...

Anyway... they need that
coat a lot more than you do.

According to broadmoor bill and
bedknob, most of them were dead

and I never got to find out
about this Tony no ticket.

They went very weird
when I mentioned him.

Jack, tell us about the tube.

There's hardly ever more than a couple of
minutes between stations on the circle line.

Probably no more
than about 70 seconds.

But there is this bit between
king's cross and liverpool street

where there are three stretches
with at least two minutes each.

Oh, I got in touch with missing persons, see if they
had anyone on file, between the ages of 18 and 45

called David who went missing
from billericay in the late '80s.

They're going to get
back to us. Billericay?

Yeah, Janice pargetter said
that Iris went to essex, got a job

in a pub and came back
pregnant. Probably not a world first.

Right then,

I'm off. Jack, go with him and
make sure he stays out of trouble.

Where's your coat? Your
guess is as good as mine, Jack.

Well, apparently if they're not down by the
river, they'll be hanging around here somewhere.

Jack! It's me coat!

It's me lucky coat! That
swine, they've given it to charity.

Hardly given it, they've
probably flogged it, or...

No, it's mine! Jack, look!

It's my lucky coat. No, Brian,
Brian. Look. That's your coat.

Right, get it off!

Eh? That's my coat that
you nicked and I want it back!

Now, look here, pal. Coat! Off!

Now look what you done.

You made poor old
broadmoor bill cry.

You knocked me out with a half-brick, you stripped
me and left me on the ground next to naked.

Yes. But it was sid and
bill who took your clothes.

And it was me who told them to leave you your pants
so's you could retain your dignity. Get it off!

Ugh...

Eau De thames.

Right, Tony no ticket.
Where do we find him?

You're bad luck.

The angel of death.

Everyone you
talk about is dead...

Or dying. Like no ticket.

Dying? Where? In a thingy.

A dying place. What,
you mean a hospice?

That's it. That's right. A hospital
where they put you on ice.

Until...

Brilliant. Thanks very much.

Governor,

David allenforth aged 46
from timworth near billericay

was reported missing in 1989
by his younger brother Charles.

Now we're talking!

David? Yes. March 1996.

We can't be sure of
course but... No, no, please.

If it was David it would be a relief
in all sorts of ways. But... Murdered?

Well, that's so sad.

We know next to nothing about your brother, so it
might help if you could tell us something about him.

You reported him
missing in 1989?

Yes. He had disappeared before that from
time to time, but he'd always returned.

David suffered from depression.

I was worried he
might take his own life.

It's doubly ironic he
was found on a train.

I half-expected to hear
he'd died under one.

He was mad about railways.

It was his passion.

Did you know anything
about this Iris offord?

About her and David?

Did you hear that he
might have had a son?

No, no. That would
be a real surprise.

May I ask, do you know
where... This man is buried?

Yeah, he's in an unmarked grave
but I can let you know where exactly.

Please. If it does turn out to be David,
I'd like for him to be brought back here

and buried among his family.

I'm sure that can be
arranged. Thank you.

And thanks for coming all
this way personally to tell me.

Would it be possible to
take a sample of your DNA,

just to ascertain whether the
dead man is your brother or not.

Of course.

In or out of the bag,
your coat stinks.

All right. I'll not
leave it in the car.

Phone beeps

ah, it's from Sandra.

Harry, possibly David allenforth
from billericay. Missing since 1989.

1989?

Good afternoon. Good afternoon.

Welcome to Saint Eleanor's
hospice. Thank you.

Be gentle with him.
He's a favourite of us all.

Tony? Tony hale? Possibly.

Also known as Tony no ticket?

He laughs I've not
been called that in ages!

But you were... When you
used to ride the underground.

Ride it? I used to live on it.

How long? Oh!
Years. Without a ticket.

Almost never with a ticket.

But that was in the good old days when
people treated a man like a human being.

Looks like you're being
treated like a human being here.

Ah, these are not people...

They're choirs of angels
singing me to my rest.

And the circle line...
Did you ride on that?

Many a time and oft.
In the 1990s? Oh, yes.

And do you remember another gentleman of the
road at the time, who also rode the circle line?

You mean 'rails'.

Gentleman of the rails. Only this
gentleman was murdered in march 1996?

I think you can let
them take me in.

Thank you. Come on then.

I take it you do
remember the dead man.

The police spoke to
you about it at the time.

But they didn't get much
sense out of you. No.

I would have been quite
insensible with the drink.

You'd get more sense out
of a frog in a cocktail cabinet.

That was one of his sayings...
The feller you're on about.

You knew him? The loconaut?

He was my guiding light.

A great and gentle man.

Loconaut?

Mad about trains. Any of them.

But the London
underground above all.

He'd a passion for it, he
said. What was his real name?

David. That's all you
could get out of him.

He wouldn't tell
anyone his surname.

Said his identity was in a
previous life he preferred to forget.

To the rest of us he
was just the loconaut.

Or loco nut more
often than not. Why?

Because he was mad.

Completely.

Mad, melancholy and very broken
at the heart of it all. Because?

Because he had lost the most
valuable thing in his life, he said.

What was that? A
Jewel, he called it.

A lost Jewel he
could never get back.

He said that he'd been
bribed to give it away.

He called it blood money.

The worst thing he
ever did in his life.

D'you know what
he meant by that?

Of course I do. It was a woman,

a woman he loved and his
family persuaded him to dump her.

Where was he from?

You'd never know
from his voice...

Which was cut glass...

But I recall him saying the letters
lner were engraved upon his heart.

Ah-ha! London and
north eastern railway!

Well, before the grouping in
1923, essex would have been part

of eastern railways before it was
amalgamated into what became lner in 1923.

Oh, you and the loconaut would
have got on like a shed on fire.

And a lot more than the
snoop who came looking for him.

What snoop? When? Not
long after I last saw the loco.

A private investigator he
titled himself. A snoop I say.

Why didn't you mention this to the
police this? Because I was pissed.

And did you tell this snoop
where the loconaut was? I did not.

I told him no more than save that he
was probably on a train somewhere...

In england. He coughs

do you remember his name?

What was he like? Devious.

Said he was
working for the family.

Right. Right, I'd be very much
obliged if you two would bugger off.

I'm getting bored with both of
you and I'd like to do a bit more

breathing whilst I'm capable
of it, if you don't mind.

I think he's dying. But that
doesn't mean he's not lying.

Yeah. Hang on, where's me coat?

Did you want it? Yes. Excuse me.

I was wondering if you knew anything
about Tony before he came here?

Oh, i'm afraid I don't
know very much at all.

Except that he was
in the army for a while.

I'm sorry. Thank you.

I'm making a call to
see if Tony is ex-army.

The labs should have preliminary results on
Charles allenforth's DNA by the end of the day.

Ok. We're going to go and see Christine offord
to find out what she really wanted to say.

Ta-da. God, I wish they
wouldn't always play Vivaldi.

I told you I never ever saw any tramp. I
never met my father or wanted to kill him.

Peter, stop please. Stop it. We're
not going to get anywhere like this.

I just wanted to say that we
haven't been completely honest

and that we hired a private
detective to track his father down.

When? After his
mother, Iris died.

She'd spent her whole life
waiting for him to turn up.

She said he was the love
of her life and vice versa.

Chrissie... please... She told
us he would come for her...

That one day he would come
back. Back? From where?

She just said he
would come. On a train.

She said he'd arrive by train.

They met on a train.

He kissed her on that train.

Iris said she'd never forgot
that kiss. And neither would he.

And that he would come back.

But he didn't.

No. In the end it broke
her heart. Years of waiting.

It killed her. She was 45.

When she died it made me
pretty mad. I wanted to find him...

And yes, more out of
hate than anything else...

But I never got anywhere.

I tracked down my mum's sister,
but she didn't even want to know me...

Hang on. You spoke to Janice?
Yeah. That's where I started.

I tried to explain to her but she just
said she knew nothing about my mum.

She more or less slammed
the door in my face.

That's when we got
the detective involved.

And this would
have been in 1996?

Yes... but that was even worse.

He took a load of money off me and
then just vanished. How do you mean?

Well, we never heard from him
and when we went back to his office

a couple of weeks later, it
was empty... cleared out.

After that I just gave up.

What was his name?

Er... chrissie, what
was it? Roger?

Yes. He said he was an
ex-policeman. Oh, yeah, Roger mc...

Mchugh.

Yeah. Now I believe you.

Roger the dodger, remember him?

Dodgy Roger mchugh. Exactly.

Oh, well... that puts a whole
new dimension to this case. Yeah.

A whole new lying hound dimension.
Oh, and he's changed his name.

Oh, yeah? Now he's
known as Richard meyer.

Thank you. Even
rhymes with liar.

I checked out an address in holborn where the offords
claim they met Roger mchugh and the landlord says

mchugh left in February
'96 owing six months rent.

One month before David
died. Yeah, if it is David.

It is. Initial DNA results confirm that Charles
allenforth and the dead man are siblings.

Their father was killed in Korea. Well, Charles
has definitely got to be in the frame as then.

Along with Tony no ticket.

Yeah, well I thought you said you didn't
think another tramp could have done it?

That was before I found out
that this tramp was ex-sas.

You're kidding?

He was a para for nine years and
then the regiment from 1975 to 1986.

I don't know what he did but that
period includes northern Ireland,

the embassy siege,
the falklands war.

Certainly gives him the
know-how. Yes, but not the why.

How many killings are just spur of the
moment. How many fuelled by drink?

My money's still
on Peter offord.

Yeah, especially with
Roger the dodger involved.

And we've only got the offords' word
that they never saw mchugh again.

Well, there's only one way to find out. I think
it's time you and Brian renewed an old friendship.

Can't wait!

Is this it?

Can't be. It is.

Makes you sick doesn't it.

Don't worry, mrs shorey, we'll
do our level best to find Andre...

And the money. If you could just leave your
telephone number, address and credit card details

with antoinette and leave the rest
to me and my associates. Is that ok?

Jolly good.

Mrs Sheppard. Hello...

Richard.

I'm sorry, have we met before?

Oh, yes. 2005. Only then you
were the triple a detective agency.

Roger. No, no, no, no.

You must have me mixed up with someone
quite different I'm afraid. Oh, unlikely.

And then, as now, we came
to see you about a murder.

No. I am afraid you are completely
mistaken. My name is Richard meyer.

A young Asian girl in a coma... Very nasty.
And now it's a man strangled on a train.

Could you, could you
hold my calls, antoinette?

Don't worry, everybody, back with you in just a moment.
Just to sort out this terrible misunderstanding.

Now, gentlemen, would
you give me one minute?

10 seconds?

Roger! Roger!

Come to daddy!

All right, all right.

You were in the regiment 11 years,
Tony. That's an awfully long time.

Where were you? All over the place. You
must have seen some pretty dark things?

Oh, please don't tell me you're
trying to link cause and effect.

That would be COD psychology
of the most trite variety.

David allenforth
was your friend.

The finest man you ever knew,
you told my colleague here.

Now the person who strangled him, did it very
quickly and expertly. Yes, well... Not being

long for this world... If
I see David in the next,

I'll ask him who did it.

You don't know? How
could I? I wasn't there.

Listen. In January 1996,

Peter offord gave you
400 quid to find his father.

You took the 400
quid and legged it!

No. Next question.

Yeah. Why are you such a liar? Is that a medical
condition? I couldn't possibly comment...

Except to remind you both that I, like you, used
to be a copper. You were never a copper like us.

The man offord wanted you to
find was called David allenforth.

He was found strangled to death on a tube train
less than seven weeks after you were 'hired'.

Yeah... right. He died
face to face with his killer,

who we think knew him and where
to find him. Now, you were supposed

to be looking for him,
Roger. You're not serious?

You don't seriously think that I had
something to do with the murder of this guy?

I can believe
anything of you, Roger.

I said I can believe anything
of you Richard! Even murder!

All right, all right, all right.

I admit that I did
meet with offord

and I may have accepted a small
sum of money from him. Thank you.

Which you never paid back.

Things were erm, things were
extremely difficult back then.

Were they? Yeah and besides, it
was clear that it was a hopeless search.

Soon as I knew he was a tramp... Who said he
was a tramp? How do you know he was a tramp?

His aunt told me. His aunt? What,
Janice pargetter? Yeah. Iron knickers.

Now why would she tell you
things she wouldn't tell us?

Err, cos I offered her money.
Ok. Then what? Well, then I went

on this half hearted search for this
tramp called Dave billericay was it?

Yes? And? Did you find him?

No. So?

So, then I went to look for a missing
person called Dave from billericay.

And I discovered that there was
one... And that he had a brother.

So, I went to meet him.

You went to meet him?

Yes... posh Charlie.
Posh Charlie?

Were you a parrot, were you? In
another life? Yeah, posh Charlie.

Minted. Anyway he said ta
very much and that was that.

What d'you mean, that was that?
Why didn't you go back to the offords?

They'd have given you more money for
succeeding. But I didn't succeed, did I?

All I did was establish who this geezer might
have been... I never actually located him.

As I say, a waste of time!

Janice. I'm sorry but I've said all
I'm going to say about my sister.

Well, that just goes to show how wrong you
can be. Two words... Roger mchugh. Roger who?

He was a private detective
who called on you in 1996.

Ok, how about your
nephew... Peter offord?

He called on you roughly the same time to ask you
to help find his dad. How was I to know who he was?

You knew exactly who he was. So why did you lie to
him and tell him you knew nothing about his father?

Because I didn't! Or was it because
he didn't offer you any money?

She laughs

we're not laughing, Janice. You lied to your nephew and
yet you were happy to sell information to a private eye.

And what good would it have
done, my giving that information

to Iris's son? That his mother
threw herself at a man for nothing.

He just abandoned her. He
called you didn't he? David.

No. No... I don't know
who you're talking about.

Urgh. Governor, shall I
phone the surrey police?

No! No!! Lets go inside, Janice.

I didn't think there would be any
doubt. I always knew it was David.

Yes, well, we didn't just come to give you
the initial test results, mr allenforth.

The fact is, we've tracked down a
private detective called Roger mchugh.

Now he claims he came to see you in
connection with your missing brother.

Back in February 1996.
Yes. Yes, that's true.

But you didn't think to mention this
to detective superintendent Pullman.

Can you explain why?

Because the man you're talking
about took money from me. And?

I didn't trust him at first.

I thought he was working for someone
trying to get money out of the family.

Well, he got that bit
right, didn't he? He did.

No, I mean he explained about
the offords. He was very plausible.

So in the end I told mr mchugh

that whatever he was being paid to find my brother,
I would more than double it if he succeeded...

Not least because of my
anxiety over David's mental state.

Let me get this straight... You also
hired mchugh to find your missing brother?

Yes. But then after I paid him a
sizeable retainer he disappeared

and I never saw him again.
I felt a fool for having fallen

for what was obviously
just a confidence trick.

How much is 'sizeable'?

£2,000.

He was thin, dirty, very
badly dressed. Unkempt.

When was this? I can't remember.

Sometime around 1990, something
like that. What did he want?

He wanted to find
my sister. Go on.

He said he loved her.
That he'd always loved her

and that it had been a
mistake letting her go.

That he'd never forgiven
himself. I wasn't impressed.

What did you say to him? I
told him what was for the best.

I said that Iris was happy
now and she'd moved on.

That she was married.
That was untrue.

I did what was right.

What possible good could have come from him seeing
the woman he'd abandoned so many years earlier?

Did you tell him he had
a son? Of course not.

It probably wasn't even
his anyway. Mobile rings

Jack. Hi.

No, we're done.

Did he? Ok, we'll get
on to it. Cheers, bye.

Let's get out of here.

Oh, come on. This is harassment.

Evening, Roger.
Long time, no see.

Proper copper. Listen, I've already
chatted with doc and his mate dopey here...

And we've talked to Charles allenforth, who says
he did hire you but you ran off with £2,000 of his.

That's getting to be quite
a habit with you, Roger.

I ran off? Did I bollocks!

Not true?

No. I'll admit, I didn't get back to offord, but
I did get back to posh Charlie about his brother.

What, you found
David allenforth?

Well, no. But I knew who he was, so I
could work out where he might hang out.

So I phoned posh Charlie and I said, "listen - your
brother's up in London somewhere being a tramp.

"And seeing as how information is the currency
of my business, if you want a bit more then...

"It'll cost ya." And
what did he say to that?

He said it wasn't worth the two grand he'd
already paid me and he wanted some of it back.

So I said, "tough."

Was there any more?
As it happens, yeah.

Yeah, I found out that his brother
used to hang about on the underground.

He was one of them... What d'you
call 'em? Hoppers. Yeah, that's it.

And how did you find this out?

I was told it by another tramp.

He said that he was this David geezer's best
mate and that they used to spend all day

on the underground going round and round on the
circle line. Did this other tramp have a name?

Yeah, course he
did. He was, er...

Bus pass. Something like
that. No ticket. Tony no ticket.

That's right, yeah. Tony
no ticket. Good night.

Anthony, what are you doing?

You know you
shouldn't be out of bed.

Leave me alone!
I'm fine. I'm fine.

Go on, get out of here.

Tony, this is Gerry. All
right? Yeah, I'm all right, yeah.

Gerry and just I talked to the snoop who
came looking for David allenforth in 1996.

He said that you told
him all about David -

how he was your friend, how
you rode the underground together.

The circle line, even.
That's not what you told us.

I forget things a lot.

No. Tony, that won't do.

Look, I was under the
influence. The drink, see.

So what you did tell this private
eye? He plied me with drink.

Yeah, he'd do that.
But afterwards...

I-I couldn't remember exactly
what it was that I'd said. Except...

Except what? Except
I shouldn't have said it.

I remember him saying the
loconaut's family were worried for him.

Wanting to find him. And I realised
then I'd done the worst thing possible.

What do you mean?

I'd put him back in the shit, among
the people who wrecked his life.

So I tried to put it right.

Put it right? Yeah,
I tried to save him.

You've lost me. I
spoke to the family.

The brother, in particular.

What are you talking about?

I tracked him down.

Tracked him down? How?

How?!

I tracked Colombian drug barons for three
months in the south American rainforest, savvy.

I got on a train!

What did you say to the brother?
I told him to get out of David's life.

To leave his life
and leave him alone.

That living on the
underground, like me and David,

was better than being dead and
buried above ground like them.

Am I right?

Scampi!

Good boy. Come on.

Esther?

I'm home!

Come on, boy.

Esther!

Esther! What are you doing?

It was alive.

That was my coat!

Yes, I know it was.
I bought it for you.

Now I'm getting rid of it.

My lucky coat!

11:30.

Yep, he should be here by now.

Where have you been?
Garnering information.

What information? DNA.

I'm an expert now.
What? Phone rings

ucos. Brian Lane.

Cheers. I'm on me way.

Charles allenforth has arrived.

I'll explain in there.

Sorry for dragging you
all the way to London, but...

Well, we have been
up to essex twice.

We've had the full results
of the DNA tests now.

They confirm that the dead body found on the
tube train in 1996 was your brother David.

Ah.

I thought it must be.

We now also know that Peter offord is
definitely your brother's illegitimate son.

Would you like to meet him?

Of course. I'd be happy to.

Do you think you might settle some of the
allenforth estate upon Peter? He being David's son.

Well, my brother having died,

any claim by an illegitimate
child of a deceased heir...

Automatically fails.

You seem very
certain of the law.

There was a lot of legalese for me
to look after when David went missing.

Certainly a lot of estate.

When did you first become aware that
Peter offord was looking for his father?

I can't remember, specifically.

February 1996. That would be eight months
before the seven years needed to elapse

before you could make a
legal claim on the family estate.

The heir to an estate having
to be missing presumed dead

for at least seven years before
the next in line can inherit.

That is right, isn't
it, mr allenforth?

I'm sorry, I'm not with you.

We're talking about English law. You, being the
youngest son, would be next in line to the estate.

Correct? What's going on?

What's this about?

Tony hale.

His street name, as it
were, is Tony no ticket.

You met him in February '96.

When he told you
where your brother was.

Something which, for reasons I can
only guess at, you neglected to inform us.

I have no idea who or
what you're referring to.

I'm referring to how you traced
your brother, mr allenforth.

My god.

You mean I'm under suspicion?

For killing my brother David?
Is that what you're saying?

I'm talking about what
Tony hale has to say.

Knock at door

guv? I need a word. Urgent.

Excuse me.

This is ludicrous.

Nice tie.

I'm sorry to have taken up so
much of your time, mr allenforth.

You're free to go.
What are you doing?

Should you wish to communicate
with me again about my brother's death,

I would prefer it if you
did so through my solicitor.

Goodbye.

What the hell is going on?

Tony no ticket died last night.

That's it.

No, it isn't.

Mr allenforth.

Sorry, mr allenforth. Just one
more thing. If you wouldn't mind?

One last thing.

Give us a minute, will you?

We know you
murdered your brother.

Oh, not you personally. I'm sure you always
get someone else to do your dirty work...

But that's not really what
I wanted to talk about.

These are the DNA profiles for you,
your brother David and mr Peter offord.

Fascinating, I'm sure(!)

Particularly when you realise that you
and your brother share the same mother...

But not the same father.

I'm sorry?

This morning, I contacted the war records
office at kew and the Gloucestershire regiment -

your father's old outfit.

Peter David allenforth was killed
at imjin, Korea on April 23rd, 1951.

You were born...

When was it? March.

March of the same year.

Now, according to the records,

your father was in Korea for 18
months straight before he was killed.

In other words, he couldn't have
been here when you were conceived.

Therefore he couldn't
be your real father.

Who the hell do
you think you are?

Oh, I know who I am -
that's the whole point.

Now, I can't prove that
you murdered your brother.

But I can pass this DNA
information on to mr Peter offord,

who, I suspect, might
want to be in touch.

For although he is illegitimate,

he is the son of
a legitimate heir

and I think that trumps you.

John, escort this gentleman
off the premises, would you?

Look, Jack.

It fits and everything.

Yeah, I like it.
Engine splutters

feels just like my old coat.

Fits perfectly.

Even smells like it.

Engine splutters

what's wrong?

I don't know. It won't start.

I don't believe it!
The battery's dead.

It's all right, we'll
take the tube.

Taxi!

♪ 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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