All language subtitles for New.Tricks.S08E07.The.Gentleman.Vanishes.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track03

9:02pm, 7th February 2004.

This is the 7pm train from
charing cross to Dover,

and it's two hours
into its journey.

Two hours? Shouldn't
they be in Dover by now?

Yeah, it should be, but a
couple of miles out of the station,

someone pulled the emergency
handle. Now, watch this.

Four seconds.

It takes four seconds to
go through that first door,

along the short connecting
corridor and then into the buffet car.

Four seconds.

This guy here is
dr Phillip mackenna.

He's a physics professor
at university college London.

He was due to catch the
ferry from Dover to calais,

and then another train to Paris,
where he was going to speak

at a conference on theoretical
physics the following evening.

Now, keep watching.

He talks to the blind man,

then he gets up and
heads to the buffet car.

Four seconds.

Doesn't matter
how long you wait -

Phillip mackenna never
comes through that door,

and he hasn't been seen since.

Let's not waste any
time on the first mystery.

The train was stationary
for nine minutes,

and mackenna disappeared
six minutes into that time.

The connecting corridor
between the carriages is where

the external doors are, and it
seems likely that someone opened

that door and grabbed mackenna
on his way to the buffet car.

Now, there's a country Lane a
few hundred yards from the track,

and a witness from the local village
reported seeing an unmarked Van

parked on the verge there
around the time of the abduction.

That Van has never been traced.

Yeah, but are we really
sure it was an abduction?

I mean, mackenna didn't
just do a vanishing act

to get away from his old woman?

There are easier
ways to disappear.

Cctv shows mackenna

in his seat when the
emergency handle was pulled -

he couldn't have
done it himself.

So who did? Don't know,
happened off camera.

Do we know what the
blind man said to mackenna?

He came forward as a witness
in the original investigation.

He'd been chatting to mackenna
off and on during the journey

and had just asked
him for a glass of water.

That's a bit of a coincidence,
isn't it? I mean, the timing.

Guy checked out, apparently.

Oh, yeah? Who was in
charge of the show back then?

Thomas Doyle. He's a di... I know
Tom Doyle. He's good, detailed.

If he said he checked
out the blind man...

The problem with Doyle's
investigation was that

they got off to a late start.
Although we now know that

mackenna went
missing from this train,

someone using his passport
boarded the ferry to calais

and checked into his Paris room.

He wasn't reported missing until
he failed to turn up at the conference

the following evening.

And because he checked into the
hotel, the search started in Paris?

Exactly. It was four days
before anyone thought

to check the cctv from the train

and realised that he had gone
missing this side of the channel,

at which point it finally
became Doyle's case.

Any cctv footage
of this mystery man

boarding the ferry or
checking into the hotel?

No, and he was careful
to avoid the cameras,

and the hotel staff
don't remember him.

So, whoever abducted mackenna
were laying a false trail to buy time.

But for what? Get
him out the country.

A boat from the coast, a
private airfield. Take him where?

Possibly Switzerland.
Why Switzerland?

Well, that's what this new
evidence is suggesting.

See, the original investigation
hit a brick wall very quickly.

Doyle looked at every
single person on that train,

he even interviewed most of
them, but he couldn't find out

who pulled the emergency
handle and he couldn't come up with

a single passenger that seemed
in any way linked to the abduction.

But now, there's this.

Bea mackenna, Phillip
mackenna's wife, came to us

because she's been receiving
anonymous e-mails claiming to know

what happened to her
husband, and the latest one came

with a document attached,
purporting to be from the archives

of a private research
institute just outside Zurich.

Now, this document seems
to suggest that the institutor

engaged in a project which wouldn't
be possible without the expertise

that Phillip mackenna possessed.

Cold fusion. That's what
mackenna worked on,

and that's what this company
in Switzerland are doing.

Don't ask me to explain it.

Oh, it's to do with
splitting atoms

and releasing huge amounts
of energy, at room temperature.

Most people don't think
it'll ever be possible,

but if mackenna thought he had
cracked it, it would be massive.

We're talking about wiping out oil,
gas and nuclear power overnight,

and replacing it with something

that's cheaper, cleaner
and more efficient.

I do occasionally read the
bits before the sports section.

And is this document
real? We don't know.

The Swiss company obviously
denies it, and we won't know

whether it's genuine
or not until we find out

who sent it and how
they got hold of it.

"I know what happened to your
husband. I'll be in touch soon."

That was the first one, it
came about a month ago.

I have since had five more messages, each
one getting a little bit more specific,

almost as if this person is finding
out more information as they go.

And the latest e-mail had the
document attached? That's right.

What did you make
of the document?

I'm not a scientist. I recognised
some of the technical terms

and phrases on there from
things Phillip has talked about,

but really it's
gobbledygook to me.

We have a deal - Phillip doesn't
try to explain science to me

and I don't bore him with
anecdotes about my work.

It's probably one of the main
reasons we're still married.

Sorry, that sounded a bit, um...

I just mean our lives are quite
separate in a lot of ways. Are?

Excuse me? You said "are
separate". Yes. As opposed to "were".

My husband is
missing, he's not...

Is there a reason you know of
why I should be talking about him

in the past tense?
No, no, I suppose not.

How are your lives
separate, mrs mackenna?

I just want someone to find my
husband. How difficult can it be?

He wasn't trekking through the
Amazon, he was on a train to Dover.

Why Dover?

What? London to Paris via
the ferry is a good old trip.

Oh, Phillip doesn't fly,
and he doesn't like tunnels.

It's to do with confined spaces.

This is partly what I mean
about our lives being separate.

I work in financial PR, so my
job requires a lot of socialising,

whereas Phillip's
personality is, um...

He's not very easy with people,
certainly not with large groups.

Were your lives separate
in any other respect?

Phillip hasn't run off
with another woman.

Your predecessors wasted a lot
of time looking into that possibility,

because they didn't
understand - Phillip needs me.

He was always, um... Nervous, I
suppose you'd say. Highly strung.

But over the years, he's become
less good at ordinary things -

buying food, paying
bills, social interaction.

I take care of all of that.
I keep the world at bay,

because Phillip needs stability
so that he can focus on his work.

He just doesn't cope
very well with everyday life.

If doctor mackenna doesn't cope
very well and isn't very good with people,

what was he doing going to Paris,
alone, to address a conference?

He was a last-minute
replacement -

that's why I wasn't able to
drop everything and go with him.

Who was he replacing?

Brian rutland?

Hi. Gerry standing.

I'm with the metropolitan police's
unsolved crime and open case squad.

It's about mackenna? That's
right, yeah. Now, we understand...

What more can you people
possibly need to know?

We're re-opening
the investigation.

Yes, I got that from the
"unsolved crimes" reference.

I already answered
all the questions.

I'm sure you keep records.

Well, maybe I have some
different questions. I doubt it.

Now, you were dr mackenna's
partner in the cold-fusion project?

Is that supposed to be an example
of a question I wasn't asked before?

Look, I'm sorry,
mr rutland, but...

Why don't you read the extensive records of my
conversations with the police on this matter?

I'm sure you'll find all the
answers you're looking for there,

and then you'll only be
wasting your time and not mine.

I could phone my detective
superintendent and get her

to drag you down to the
station for a formal interview.

Fine. Yes, I was Phillip mackenna's
partner in the fusion project.

You were supposed to be giving
a lecture at a conference in Paris?

Yes, but I couldn't go, so Phillip
took my place. Except he didn't.

And why couldn't you go?

All this was dealt with in
the original investigation.

My house was
burgled the night before.

They took my passport,
among other things.

It was easier for
Phillip to go in my stead

than for me to get a
replacement passport in time.

And you reported the burglary?

I did, yes. A policeman came
round, said it was probably kids,

gave me a crime number
for my insurance policy

and was out the door
again inside ten minutes.

Marvellous service
you people provide(!)

What made him think kids?

I'm not party to the synaptic
firework display that went off

in that super-sleuth's
brain but...

But how did they get
in? They broke a window.

You didn't think it was odd a
bunch of kids nicked your passport?

Perhaps they wanted
to go to disneyland(!)

It wasn't just my passport.
They broke a window to my office,

took whatever was
immediately available to hand.

Laptop, some spare cash...

My passport was in
one of the drawers.

None of which struck
me as anything other than

completely bloody
irritating at the time.

Now this talk you were
supposed to give in Paris was

about the cold-fusion project that
you and mackenna were working on?

Well, it was a process that could
ultimately lead to cold fusion, yes.

Do you care to be more specific?

No, I wouldn't. Partly because
the work was subject to

many different
confidentiality agreements

and partly because you
wouldn't understand a word of it.

Try me. No, I
don't think I will.

Are you still working on
the project? No, I'm not.

Phillip and I were
working together,

but separately, coming at the
problem from different angles.

Without his knowledge,
there is no way to move on.

What about his notes?

Phillip's notes were
incomplete at best.

The important information
was stored in his head.

Now, if this thing worked,

presumably it would be
worth a great deal of money?

You have no idea.

Were you ever approached
to sell the research?

Once or twice a month, yes.

What corporate entity wouldn't
want a chance at providing clean,

low-cost energy
to the world? But...

My loyalty, Mr... Standing.

..Mr standing, is
to this institution,

and to the notion of science as
a means of human advancement.

I'm not in it to
make a quick buck.

And did dr mackenna
think the same way?

Well, he's not here to
answer that question,

so I suppose you must
draw your own conclusions.

So, rutland's burgled and
gets his passport nicked.

And mackenna has to go to Paris
in his place. What a coincidence.

Ok, dig out the original crime
report and let's take a look at that.

Oh, you won't get anything
there. They thought it was kids.

Apparently, they sent one
uniform and a crime number.

You all right, Brian?

Brian? Oh, there you are.

I've got something. What?

It's big. What is
it? It's very big.

Well, what is it, Brian?!

Phillip mackenna was
abducted by ghosts.

If barton was masquerading as elster,
she was only doing it for the money.

But where did that money go? Check
the private and business accounts

of every single
player on this board,

find that cash. And
look at Ferguson again,

he spent enough time with barton, he
must have known what she was up to.

Di Doyle? Yes.
Detective superintendent...

Pullman, yes, I've seen
you around. Ucos, isn't it?

You're reopening the mackenna
case. That's right. This is Brian Lane.

Memory Lane? Pleased to meet
you. Hi. Is Jack halford still over there?

Oh, yes, he is. Give him
my best. Yeah, I will do.

We've got a couple of things
we'd like to go over with you.

Is there somewhere we can go?
Of course. This way. Thank you.

We're here about the
blind man on the train.

The one who asked
mackenna for a glass of water?

I don't remember his name.
Geoffrey bloom. Bloom, that's right.

You met him? Yeah, he came in
after we appealed for witnesses.

Do you remember
anything unusual about him?

Other than the fact he was blind?
Other than the fact he was dead.

Excuse me?

Geoffrey bloom died 17 days
before that train left London.

The man who was on that train,

the man you subsequently
interviewed, was not Geoffrey bloom.

Oh, that's not possible. We
got the names of the passengers

from their credit-card bookings
and we cross-referenced those

with our databases. The system
would have thrown up a red flag if...

No, no, not necessarily.

Not in cases where someone
dies, leaving no family

or friends behind, pressing
for the paperwork to be done.

By the time Geoffrey bloom's
death had entered the system,

your case was all but closed.

What about Derek mills?

He was the man who went
through to the restaurant car

ahead of Phillip mackenna.

Yes. Well, he came
in as a witness.

Yeah, he was a walk-in too.

Derek mills died 11 days before
the man you spoke to got on the train.

Lucy Dawson? How
many more are there?

That's it. Two men and a woman.

Lucy Dawson didn't come in,
and we couldn't find her. Why not?

The address we had was
wrong. A screw-up on the database

or her name wasn't on
the electoral register...

I can't remember, but we
couldn't track her down.

Yeah, we don't have
an image of her either.

The cctv camera that
was supposed to be

covering her end of the
carriage was on the blink.

But we think she
was the person who

triggered the alarm
to stop the train.

Here. Anything you
can remember about

these two men would
be extremely helpful.

It was a long time ago. I know, but
anything, speech pattern, accent...

I know what you need. I just...
It's all up there, everything.

You just need to access it. I'm
sure that's easy for you to say.

There are techniques. Now, just
think yourself back into that room.

A man comes in and he sits
opposite you. Geoffrey bloom.

He's a blind man, yes? Well, he
was wearing dark glasses. Big glasses.

Presumably to hide his
face. Yeah, he was good.

He came in on the arm of a wpc.

His hand on top of her arm, so she
was guiding him rather than leading.

The way he found the edge
of the table, got into his chair.

You'd never have known he
was faking. And when he spoke?

No, I can't hear him.
I can't hear his voice.

So it was probably neutral. No heavy
accent or unusual speech pattern?

No, but there was, um... Something...
A muscle thing, on his face.

What do you call it? A tic?
Twitch. Yes. It was subtle.

And like I say, he was
wearing those big glasses,

which almost hid it completely.

Which side? The left.
Your left, his left? His left.

Like I say, it
wasn't a big thing,

but it would have been more
noticeable without those glasses.

Yeah, twitch. He had a twitch.

Phone rings

man: Show mr halford
in, please, daph?

Uh, mr halford, mr
fallon will... Yes, I heard.

Chief superintendent.

Oh, mr now, Martin. Retired.

Oh, well, that's a very
sad loss to the force.

I mean, all this
is down to you -

if you hadn't put in a
good word for me in court...

You were never malicious,
Martin, just stupid.

That's very kind of you to say so.
Could I offer you a tea? A coffee?

Coffee would be nice.

Two coffees, please,
daph. How do you take it?

Milk, two sugars.
Did you hear that?

Daph: Yes, Martin.

Ah, business is booming? It
doesn't look like much, I know.

But we're doing ok. A lot of
companies are waking up to the fact

that they need,
well, people like me

to protect their
computer systems from...

From people like you?

Ha ha! Yes, well, poacher
turned gamekeeper now,

and that's all down
to you, mr halford.

I've got a little job for
you, Martin. Really?

I help the police sort
out unsolved cases.

These e-mails are from
our current investigation.

I'd like to know who sent them.

I did hear a rumour one or
two policemen had learned

how to use a computer
- couldn't one of them...?

Yes, if I want to take a ticket
and make myself comfortable

for a couple of weeks.
They're too busy chasing...

People like me.

Yes, we're not easy to catch.

What about this one?
Is he easy to catch?

Hmm. Well, you see, his ip address
changes with each message, you know.

Some of these are
Russian, they're Japanese.

He's bouncing these messages
halfway around the world

and back again to
muddy his tracks.

Can you give me
a name? For a fee?

No. Oh. Because I owe you one.

This is your chance
to pay me back

for this corporate empire
I helped you create.

That's rather good,

but you need to give it five
more minutes than they say.

Stephen Fisher.
Well, well, well...

For my money, though,
the COD's slightly better.

How are you, Robert? I'm fine.

Still overseeing unsolved
crimes and open...

Among other
things, yes. And you?

Oh, you know me - paddled around
for a while in the shallow ends of

the special department until someone
found me a cosy desk in whitehall.

A few more years pushing
paper and I'll collect a fat pension.

Thinking of settling somewhere
green, might write a book. Oh?

Japanese mythology. It's
a current passion of mine.

You should read up on it, Robert.
Fascinating stuff. Dining alone?

Oh, afraid so.

Miserable, isn't it? Audrey's off
on some evening class or other.

Fad of the week stuff.

Can I buy you dinner?

Well, I suppose...

It'd be good to catch up.

I know a place that does a beef
Wellington you won't forget in a hurry.

You haven't turned vegetarian
or anything, have you? Me? No.

Excellent. We can get a
table before the rush starts.

Fascinating stuff,
I'd have thought,

sniffing out people who think
they got away with it years ago.

Well, it can be. Satisfying
to get cases off the books.

The Wellington was very
good, Carlo. As always.

Thank you, sir, I'll pass that
on. Will you have dessert?

Not for me... You'll
try the baked Alaska.

Really... You'd
never forgive yourself.

Two baked Alaska?
Thank you, Carlo.

Of course, news of ucos's
escapades does reach us

in whitehall from time to time.

Oh, really? In the most
positive light, of course.

I'm still not clear on exactly
what it is you do now, Stephen.

Although lately perhaps,
the light isn't quite so positive.

I'm sorry?

We shouldn't talk shop.

What did you mean by that?

Perhaps past successes
have gone to your head.

Perhaps that has encouraged
your team to get involved with cases

that don't always represent
the best use of scarce resources.

Such as?

A man disappears from a train

with a lot of very important
knowledge in his head.

Is this really something a
bunch of over-the-hill bobbies

should be concerned with?

The mackenna case falls
very well within our purview.

As does a whole host of unsolved
murders and robberies that would,

I'm sure, prove a better
focus for your concern

than pursuing the
likes of Simon crane.

Simon crane?

I'm simply expressing concern.

One likes one's friends
to be well thought of.

What exactly is your
job now, Stephen?

Doesn't this look wonderful?

Who is Simon crane?

Delicious.

There are seven Simon
cranes with criminal records,

none of whom seem
linked to mackenna.

This one may not
have a criminal record.

Is Fisher trying to help us, do
you think, or is he warning us off?

Stephen Fisher is never
that black and white.

It's possible someone
has told him to warn us off

and that he has a
completely different agenda.

So what do you want to do?

Keep this Simon crane in
mind, in case his name comes up,

but let's not put
him front and centre

until we have a clearer idea
of the game Fisher's playing.

Doorbell rings

Kirsty Daniels? No.

Is she in? What's it regarding?

And you are?

Asking you what it's regarding.

Who is it? Kirsty Daniels? Yes.

Detective superintendent
Pullman, Brian Lane,

from the metropolitan police's
unsolved crime and open case squad.

This is about dr mackenna? Yes.

You were his research
assistant at ucl?

Yes. You don't
have to let them in.

I know. It's fine,
Alice, really.

Well, I've got work to do.

Come in. Thank you.

Was that your lawyer?
No, Alice is a web designer.

Her last girlfriend was involved
in the anti-globalisation protests,

so Alice has developed a bit
of an attitude towards the police.

So you're freelance
now, are you?

Yes, for the last three years.

You didn't fancy
staying on at ucl?

I was hired specifically to assist
with the research on that project.

Without dr mackenna, there
was no project and no job.

In the weeks leading up to
dr mackenna's disappearance,

did you notice anything
different about his behaviour? No.

He didn't seem agitated,
worried about anything?

Nothing like that. I racked
my brains at the time

for any clue something was
wrong, but there was nothing.

If someone abducted dr mackenna

to advance their own cold fusion
project, would that be possible?

Theoretically, yeah.

I don't know how you'd get that
knowledge out of him, though.

How do you mean?

He could have sold his expertise
to any number of companies

for a fortune, but he
chose to work out of ucl

because he wanted the fruits of
his labours to be available to all.

He really wasn't interested
in financial rewards.

Well, it wouldn't necessarily
have been money.

There are some pretty unpleasant ways of
forcing someone to tell you what they know.

We understand that dr mackenna
was quite dependent on his wife.

If someone threatened
her, for instance...

I don't know. Maybe.

Even then, it's really
hard to imagine anything

making him betray his work.

Did he ever mention a man
named Simon crane? Crane?

Mmm.

No. No, I don't think so.

Sorry.

It's the timeline that's
bothering me. In what way?

Well, after the abduction, somebody
checked in to the hotel in Paris,

pretending to be Phillip mackenna,
which bought them some time,

and don't forget,
it was four days

before anyone checked
the cctv from the train.

Four days would be long enough
to fiddle with mackenna's passport,

or get a new one, to get him
out of the country. Plenty of time.

So why did two of the
kidnappers stay in character

and present themselves to Doyle as
witnesses two weeks after the abduction?

It doesn't make
sense. It's a huge risk.

And one you'd only take if
you really needed the extra time.

For what, though?

Perhaps it wasn't mackenna
they needed, but what he knew.

It's a lot easier to smuggle information
across a border than a person.

So if they can get him to tell
them what he knows here...

Then they don't need
to take him anywhere.

Oh, dear god, that's why they
needed the two weeks, to break him.

Mobile phone rings

and once he'd given
them what they wanted...

Hello?

Brilliant, where is he?

You're kidding...

Ok, I'll meet you there
in half an hour. Bye.

I'll give you a
lift back to ucos.

Pull the files of every
unidentified Caucasian male body

found in the south east of england during
the six months following the abduction.

Where are you going?

Gerry's found the blind man.

Oh.

There are seven con men on the wanted lists
of seven different European police forces.

Now, it wasn't until we circulated
a description of our blind man

that they all realised they
were looking for the same bloke.

One Peter rowley.

And we had you all along. 18
months into a five-year stretch for fraud.

It's always nice
to have visitors.

We're here to talk about the
abduction of dr Phillip mackenna.

And what are you
putting on the table?

What are we putting
on the table, Gerry?

Is that better?

Your faces.

You think you've cracked this
whole thing by finding me, don't you?

Well, I've got some
bad news for you.

I never met these people,
never knew their names.

Then how... e-mail.

All my instructions
came via e-mail.

And no, I didn't keep
them. I'm not that stupid.

The only reason I'm still
walking around today is because...

I don't know anything.

That won't stop us charging
you for the part you played.

Hard to prove
conspiracy, though,

when I didn't know
any of the conspirators.

Why don't you tell
us what you do know?

I was given a passport
and a train ticket... how?

Dropped through the letter
box of the place I was staying,

in the middle of the night.

They wanted me to get on a train

and cosy up to the guy
sitting in the seat next to me.

They didn't even
tell me his name.

He did, though, while we
were talking. Odd bloke, nervy.

They said the train
would stop before Dover.

I was to give it a couple of
minutes, then ask the guy

if he'd fetch me a glass
of water. That was it.

I caught the ferry, spent the night
in Paris, and then I came back.

You spent the night in
Paris? Where did you stay?

I don't remember.

You checked into
mackenna's hotel.

You were the one masquerading
as Phillip mackenna. Just a bit of fun.

But it didn't end there, did it? Two weeks
later you presented yourself to the police.

That was an add-on.

A bonus payment to show up in character
and act like I didn't know anything.

Didn't really
have to act, did I?

How did you get paid?

Cash. In an envelope.

Again, it landed on my
doormat while I was asleep.

Easy money. Did you
recognise anyone on the train?

I couldn't see much of anything.

Those dark glasses
were practically black.

Helped with the act, though.

The original owner of that
passport was registered blind,

would have been a bit of a giveaway to show
up at passport control doing the crossword.

Yeah, but the glasses didn't
hide the twitch, did they?

That's nice, bring that up.

Well, it's a bit of a distinguishing
feature for a con man, isn't it?

You'd be surprised. An affliction
like this tends to draw the eye.

People remember it, but most of
the time that's all they remember.

You say that you didn't know
the people who hired you.

How did they know you?

Mutual acquaintance.

Who?

And now you want a name.
So now you have to deal.

I've already told you,
when we charge you...

What difference does a few
more months in here make to me,

versus the advantage
to you in getting a name?

A few more months? I
don't think so, mr rowley.

You see, we have reason to believe that Phillip mackenna
was murdered by whoever took him off that train.

I don't know anything about that. Yeah,
but if you're the only person involved...

Well, you know the courts, they're
going to want to punish somebody.

Then we'll see how easy
that money was, won't we?

Well played.

Townsend.

He put them on to me.

David townsend.

Window shopping, mr townsend?

Window shopping.
That's very good.

Detective superintendent
Pullman, Jack halford.

Jack halford, really? I thought
you'd retired, mr halford.

That's right.

Which makes this
a visit from ucos.

Welcome to my
fully-licensed premises.

It's charming.

I think we can allow
it has character.

Can I offer either of you a
refreshment? No, we're fine.

What piece of gloomy underworld
history can I illuminate for you?

Peter rowley. Peter rowley.

The maestro of the short con
and scourge of rich widows.

Currently a guest of
her majesty, I believe.

You put him on to a
job. No, that's not right.

While he may have dropped by once in a while to
wet his whistle after a long day peculating from

the gullible, our relationship didn't
extend beyond cheerful publican...

You're an authority on the
history of the underworld?

Well, you flatter me, but I like
to consider I have a certain flair...

That means you must know
a fair amount about the police.

That follows, yes.

What have you heard about me,
mr townsend, that makes you think

I'd come in here without knowing
exactly who you are and what you do?

What job are we talking about?
The abduction of dr Phillip mackenna.

I don't know anything about that. That's not what
Peter rowley says. Criminals will say anything.

Yes, you will.

This case involves
the illegal transportation

of sensitive information
across international borders.

We have reason to believe the
people who abducted dr mackenna

may have murdered him once he'd
told them what they wanted to know.

That's quite a conspiracy charge
you'll want to get out from under.

Excuse me for a moment.

I have an irritable bowel,

specifically irritated by threats
from the law enforcement community.

Go with him.

Jack?

He came out of nowhere.
Townsend took off.

Oh, no.

Detective superintendent Pullman. Can
you hear me? An mit and an ambulance to...

He's been stabbed. I
don't know how many times.

Sutton yard. Listen. An ambulance
is coming. You'll be ok. I doubt it.

What do you know about
the mackenna abduction?

Tell me something, come on!

Jack... come on!

Tyres screech

k... k...

Kit.

Soon.

Jack!

You're sure it was the
second man from the train?

Positive, yeah.

Jack?

Yes. We need a name.

Somebody's got
to know who he is.

This thing townsend said...

Kit. Soon.

Sure that was it?

He'd been stabbed, if he
wasn't speaking clearly...

It was clear enough. I don't know
what it means, but that's what he said.

So does this case actually
have a solid lead yet?

We think there's a good chance
mackenna never left the country,

whoever abducted him extracted the
information they needed then killed him.

But there's only been a handful

of unidentified bodies
found in that area since 2004,

none of them a
match for mackenna.

That's not to say he's not there.
They just haven't found him.

Short of digging up the whole
of the south east of england...

We are trying to trace the
e-mails bea mackenna was sent.

Look, if you want to get that kind of
information out of a man like mackenna...

Torture is the obvious way. I mean, even the tough-nut
army guys say that everyone cracks eventually.

But this is complicated information. There'd
be no way they could verify it then and there.

How could they know mackenna
had given them what they needed?

I don't know. Money?

Even his partner, Brian rutland,
said everyone has a price.

Not mackenna, though.
By all accounts, he was odd,

absolutely single-minded
about his work.

So how do you get
someone like that to talk?

What?

Slash his bicycle tyres?

Threaten his wife?

That could work, if he
was that dependent on her.

Noooo. Why not?

Well, for the threat to be real,

they'd have had to abduct
the wife as well, wouldn't they?

They'd have to show her to him,

threaten to hurt
her in front of him.

And we know bea
mackenna wasn't abducted.

Well, even if she had been, it
still wouldn't work as a threat.

How do you know they won't kill you both
once you've offered up the information?

It wouldn't guarantee them
mackenna had told them everything.

So what then?

They'd have to
make him want to talk.

No, there's nothing
I can think of.

There'd be no amount of money
that would make Phillip talk.

He's not interested in money. I don't
think he even knows how much he earns.

Why are you talking about
him in the present tense? Brian!

I believe he's still alive,
somewhere. Where?

Well, if this Swiss company
are working on the same project,

then how could they be doing
it without Phillip's know-how?

You said there's no way dr
mackenna would have sold out...

No, but if they were putting
his work to better use...

Phillip was only ever concerned
about how his work would benefit people.

Then why hasn't he
been in touch since 2004?

Why didn't this Swiss
company just offer him a job?

I mean, why abduct
him from a train?

I think you should leave.

We have to look at every
possibility, mrs mackenna.

My husband is alive.

Just supposing, for a moment...

I've said... no, no, no.

Just supposing for a moment

that your husband did
give up the information,

and it wasn't for money, or
because they'd threatened him,

or threatened you even,
and it wasn't because

he thought that whoever wanted it
might put it to better use than him.

What might make him do that?

I've told you, I have no idea.

Because this is his life's work?

Yes.

You said your husband didn't
socialise or have any hobbies.

He had work and he had home.

Yes.

What if the reason he
gave up the information

had nothing to do with work?

I'm not following you.

He's asking if there's anything about your home life
that could have been used as leverage, mrs mackenna.

Is there something
they could have told him

that he didn't already know?

No, nothing.

Now, if you don't mind...
What is it, mrs mackenna?

So you haven't been able to
trace these e-mails yet? Um, no.

Do you want more time?

Um, no. It can't be done.

Whoever sent these
covered their tracks very well.

These messages have been
sent through some servers

that are very hard
to access. Great(!)

Although that is in itself is a clue,
because whoever did this is a pro.

I did have a little more luck,
however, with the document. Go on.

I can't be too specific about my methods
because that would compromise your position

as an officer of the
law... Look, just tell me.

I hacked into the
Swiss company. And?

I was actually very
impressed with their security.

I made some notes.

I'm going to incorporate some
of their methods into a project...

Does the document
originate from them?

I believe so.

I mean, I couldn't get all
the way into their archives,

but I did manage to match up
some of the reference numbers

on this document to the
numbers system that they employ.

So I would say there is a
90% certainty this document...

Came from there.

But you didn't actually find it?

No.

Admittedly that would not
stand up in a court of law,

but again, the fact that I
couldn't get into the system,

whereas someone else
did, is in itself a valuable clue.

It means the person who sent these
e-mails is a better hacker than you.

Yeah. I should have gone
to him in the first place.

I don't think it's very
likely he'd have helped you,

seeing as he is in
fact... It was a joke!

Oh, yeah.

So you have no idea
who this person might be?

Actually, I've got
a very good idea.

You know, out of all the hackers
I know, there is only a handful

I can think of who could give me
as many problems as this one has,

and of that handful there is one
whose trail I've been on before,

and was routing his connections through very
many of the same servers as this one was. So?

Ninetails.

Excuse me?

That's the handle
he uses. Ninetails.

I was the ghost
doctor, he's ninetails.

But what's his real name?

Oh, I've no idea.

That's the whole point of
having a handle, anonymity.

There must be a way to find out!

Someone this good? No, no, no.

Trust me, mr halford, you will
find lord lucan feeding sugar lumps

to shergar before you get close
to discovering ninetails' real name.

We met online, on a financial
forum that I help administer.

We got chatting over the
course of a couple of weeks and...

This had never
happened before, or since.

I love my husband, I consider
myself very happily married, I just...

Phillip didn't like going
out, he wasn't at all sociable.

I have to be in my line of work
and I just started to feel as though

there was something missing,
going out on my own all the time.

And this man filled the gap?

Yes. We'd just get together
for drinks sometimes, or dinner.

Sex?

Yes.

It's probably hard to understand how I
could love my husband and still do that...

Did anyone else know about this?

No. I didn't tell a soul.

Neither did he. He has a
family to protect in Cambridge.

But if your husband
had found out somehow,

could the revelation that
you'd been unfaithful to him

have tipped him over the edge?

The realisation that everything
solid and stable in his life was in flux.

The thought that you were
about to leave him for another...

I had no intention of leaving!

He didn't know that, did he? Whoever
it was that was trying to manipulate him

would have certainly painted
the bleakest picture possible.

Thank you, Brian.

What was this man called?

Simon. Simon crane.

What?

That name has already come up
in connection to the disappearance.

No, that can't be...

Simon was in marketing.
He had no connection at...

No, no, no, that's not possible.

We were still in contact
after Phillip had disappeared.

For how long?

Not long. A week,
maybe ten days.

Simon said he felt uncomfortable
continuing the relationship,

given how worried
I was about Phillip.

He called it off?

Yes.

Have you spoken to him since?

No.

We both wanted a clean break.

Neither of us wanted
to make things difficult.

I did try, once, a
few weeks later.

I just needed somebody
to talk to and, um...

..His phone was dead.

And I sent him an e-mail

and it bounced back, saying the
recipient's address was unknown.

I don't suppose you have a
photograph of Simon crane?

And no-one else
ever saw him but you.

How could I have been so stupid?

There was something.

Erm, Simon's parents had left him a
house, here in London, in the suburbs,

which he used to use if
he had to stay over for work.

You went there? Yeah. Yes, I did, a few
times, because I couldn't bring him here.

We'll need the
address of the house.

The house is owned by a
company called infotech analysts.

They bought it in November 2003.

The company's
registered in Luxembourg,

they have no offices or employees
etc, they're just a shell company.

Looks like it's been
empty for a while.

Yeah, the articles
of incorporation list

Simon crane as the
director of the company.

Is there an address for him?

Right here.

Oh, I don't think he's home.

Not exactly riddled
with clues, is it?

Ah, that's interesting.

What?

Hold on.

This is a co-axial cable
carrying a video signal from...

Ah.

What you got? Hidden camera.

It's proper kit too, the sort
our surveillance guys use.

See, the cable runs
all the way round there,

through the other side of the
wall and then straight downstairs.

Wow, look at this.

Bolted to the floor.

Here's our cable, and...

This is a bracket for a TV.

Feeding pictures
from the bedroom...

So whoever was in the
chair was forced to watch...

Mrs mackenna? Detective
superintendent Pullman.

Did you ever spend a night with Simon
crane after your husband disappeared?

Mackenna was grabbed from the train,
driven here and put in the basement.

And given mackenna's aversion to confined
spaces, that was probably bad enough.

The next night, Simon crane
invited bea mackenna over.

She didn't have a clue her husband was
missing - she thought he was still in Paris,

and they ended up
having sex in this bedroom.

And mackenna was forced
to watch from the basement.

'He must have been horrified.'

that's how they
finally cracked him.

He thought he had a secure, stable home life
and they pulled the rug out from underneath him.

Pretty nasty, eh?
Have a look at this.

Hang on, Jack.

What?

Look. In the corner.

Where?

In front of the tree.

The foxes have paid more
attention to that patch there

than to the rest of the garden.

They can smell something.

They found him? The remains
in the garden were male -

right height and age. It'll take a few days
to confirm, but it's going to be mackenna.

So it's a murder charge. Yeah, if
we could ever find anyone to arrest.

Simon crane. Somewhere
there's a trace of that man.

What about strickland's mate? Maybe
he knows more than he's letting on.

But whether he gives it up or not
is going to be down to strickland.

Any luck with fallon?

Yes, and no. He's pretty
certain the document is genuine

and he thinks he knows
who sent the e-mails.

That's a result, isn't it? Not really. He thinks
he's a hacker, only knows him by his nickname -

ninetails.

Like the fox? You what?

Japanese mythology.

Esther did a night class in
Japanese painting, few months back.

There's a god in Japanese
mythology, a trickster... a trickster?

Yeah - a being not to be trusted,
that goes out of its way to deceive.

The shape that it usually takes
is that of a fox with nine tails.

I thought Esther had lost
the plot with the paintbrush

but, no, nine
tails. Kitsune! Eh?

Kitsune. That's the name of this
Japanese nine-tailed fox! Kitsune.

That's what David
townsend was trying to tell us.

So the word townsend
said to you and the nickname

of the hacker who sent the document
to bea mackenna are the same? Yeah.

But if the hacker was
townsend's original contact,

he helped plan the
abduction in the first place.

So what's he doing now sending
clues as to what happened?

Maybe he had a change of
heart and wanted to make amends.

Maybe Simon crane double-crossed
him and this is payback.

Or her. I mean, why are we
assuming that ninetails is a man? Yeah.

The woman on the train, the one
who pulled the emergency handle.

And she was savvy
enough to avoid the cctv.

Doyle said they couldn't trace her
because her records got mixed up.

Maybe she hacked the databases.

Oh, blimey. If she's that good, what
chance have we got of finding her?

She wants us to find her.

Ninetails is a fox.

A fox.

"A. Fox".

Doorbell rings

Sorry, now's not
a very good time.

Actually, we'd like
to speak to Alice.

Alice?

Is she in? No, she...

She's not here. She left.

When's she coming back?

She's not, is she?

Alice fox.

I was out at a
meeting this morning.

When I came back, she'd
packed up her things and...

Did she leave a note?

She said she was sorry
she'd lied to me. That was it.

What did she lie about?

Everything.

Could we see Alice's office?

Sure.

Simon crane.

The chops are particularly good
tonight, Robert, can I tempt you?

That photograph was left for
us by a woman named Alice fox.

Ah, yes, the
delightful ninetails.

Quite a resourceful
character, I'm led to believe.

Japanese mythology.

Just another
breadcrumb on a trail

your team followed quite
impressively. You should be proud.

Alice left behind her
confession, along with that picture.

Did she happen to
mention her real name? No.

Not much of a
confession then, is it?

She was on the train, she
pulled the emergency handle

so that crane could
abduct mackenna.

Crane had hired her to construct
the false identities of his associates.

She claims she didn't know he was
planning to torture and kill mackenna.

When she found out, she
threatened to blow the whistle

and crane tried to kill her.
She's been in hiding ever since,

trying to gather
evidence against crane.

That sounds about right.

So who is he?

Crane?

Usual story. We trained him, army
intelligence, then he went freelance.

Abducting mackenna
was the tip of the iceberg.

Simon crane has been a
very naughty boy, I'm afraid.

But he has dirt on
all the right people,

so no-one could get the
green light to go after him.

But when Alice fox contacted bea
mackenna and bea came to us...

Awkward, yes. I was asked
to... Gently steer you off the case.

But you didn't want
crane to get away with it.

Well, if I happen to casually
let slip a couple of useful details

over a pleasant dinner
with an old friend...

So your bosses were quite prepared to let crane
walk away, just to protect their own reputations?

Despite the fact that he'd stolen
something worth billions to this country?

Billions?

I rather think not.

Why not?

It doesn't work.

As I'm sure your detectives
have gathered by now,

Phillip mackenna was
as mad as a box of frogs.

I'm sure he was quite brilliant in his own way,
but cold fusion was a pipe dream, I'm afraid.

You used us. Hardly.

Simon crane wasn't to know
cold fusion was dead in the water.

He still abducted and
murdered a British citizen

and your people tracked
him down. Well done.

Except we don't
know where he is.

Oh, that's easy.

He'll be at st pancras
station tomorrow morning.

He and his associate,
Paul Leonard -

whom you'll recognise as the
other person you've been looking for -

are booked on the
8:17 to Brussels.

Obviously, you don't have to
act on that information, Robert.

Wouldn't want you to feel used.

So what was the
point of all this?

This is the intelligence
community, Robert.

If you start worrying
about the point of it all,

you'll end up tying
yourself in all sorts of knots.

Yep. They're here and
they're going downstairs.

That's them.

No-one approaches till they go through
check-in. I don't want anyone getting hurt.

Crane's buying a newspaper.

They're very aware of
their surroundings. Yeah.

Your men are all out
of sight, yeah? Yes, yes.

Ok. Here they come.

What's happened?

I've lost all the signals. Well,
get them back! Radios are down.

I'm going to change position.

Hello?

Brian, we've lost camera
feed, can you see them? Brian?

Brian? ..Gerry, can you hear me?

Governor? ..Sandra?

Can anybody hear me?

Shit!

Hello? Hello?

Can you hear me?

Cos Alice fox is here.

Hi, Gerry, it's me.

All the radios are down and we've
lost cctv feed. I don't know how.

Yeah, can you make sure that crane
and Leonard don't come back past you?

Have you see Brian?

Yeah. Well, I could a minute ago.
Where the bloody hell's he gone?!

Ok, cheers.

We've lost contact with Brian,
but Gerry's on his way back... Jack!

Stop him!

Stay where you are! Don't move!

Gunshot

there's somebody
shooting! Hello?

Excuse me, can I help you?

Yes, please, quick. Come on.

She shrieks

you're all right now! There's
a man up there with a gun!

Get back to the
concourse, find a policeman.

Hold it! Police! It's me, Brian!

Where is she? I was
following crane, I heard a shot.

Alice fox. Alice...?

Oh, shit!

'Well, good luck in finding
her, she's well gone.'

how did she know crane
was going to be at the station?

I imagine she was tipped off by the same person that
told us. Your friend making sure crane never got away.

Or that crane didn't embarrass
anyone with his testimony.

Good riddance to bad rubbish,
if you ask me. Crane, I mean.

He should have stood trial for murder.
He was never going to stand trial.

No, he'd have wriggled out of
it. It's still vigilante justice, Brian.

Well, as Gerry says, good
luck tracking down Alice fox.

On the other hand, she
might be hiding in the pub!

I'll get the first round in.

Bloody hell!

Yeah, well, don't
get used to it.

I don't think there's
any danger of that, sir.

♪ 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. ♪

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