All language subtitles for New.Tricks.S08E09.Half.Life.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track03

A thousand uniform
officers have gone already.

It stands to reason there's
going to be more redundancies.

Yeah, you're right.
You're being paranoid.

Paranoid, me?

Just because we're paranoid,
doesn't mean they're not out to get us!

Guv'nor. Have you seen this?

Don't read the
sports pages, Gerry.

It's not about
football, it's about us.

A spokesman for the
metropolitan police said

the force will have to make
further substantial savings.

They mean cuts. I think
efficiencies is the term of the moment.

Nothing to do with us.

Gerry and Brian seem to
think ucos is in the firing line.

I doubt it. Well,
it is possible!

Ooh, anything's possible, Gerry.

There should be a call for direct
action - the withdrawal of labour.

Police officers
can't strike, Brian.

If it comes to us, we're not
officially police officers. Exactly.

We've got to decide what we're
going to do. I've got an idea.

What's that?

Why don't we stop worrying about
things that might never happen

and just get on with our job?

♪ 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.

♪ Getting to the
end of the day. ♪

March 5, 2004, 6.10pm.

A body was found in a
west London alleyway.

The death was caused by a
blunt-force trauma to the head,

consistent with
a fight and a fall.

The victim was a white male,

aged between 20 to 30 years.

That's pretty much
as far as they got.

Am I boring you, Brian?

Sorry. No, not at all.

I'm just a bit tired.

No ID, no wallet...

Sounds like a robbery to me.

Yeah, except he was still
wearing a fairly expensive watch.

They checked missing
persons? They did,

but couldn't find a match. No-one
came forward to identify the victim.

However, more recently, it's
featured as one of 70 or so cases

on a website called
not ever forgotten.

Do you know it? Yes, it's
part of a global network.

They harness the
power of the Internet

to help solve unexplained
disappearances, unsolved cases.

That's all you need! A bunch
of amateurs playing detective!

So, what exactly did
we get from this website?

According to one of its users,
our victim is Christopher Collins.

So, if they're right,
we've got a name.

I love true crime.

I always take a pile of
books on holiday with me.

It's fascinating what people do,

but horrible as well. Well,
we know what people do.

Yes, of course.

You must see some things.

How long did Collins
work here, mrs Carlisle?

Lisa, please. About six months.

The exact dates are down there.

The last day we
saw him was march 5.

That was the day he died.

What exactly did he do here?

He was a mechanic.

I didn't see much of him.

I work in the office. I don't
spend much time in the garage.

Too much testosterone?

Yes, and the calendars on every wall. Is there
anybody here who knew him better than you did?

You should speak to my husband.

John owns this place.

Do you want to come with me?

John.

He certainly knew his way around
an engine. I remember that about him.

So, you must have been
sad to see him go, then?

A mechanic has
a transferable skill,

they can usually find work
if they want to move on.

Did Collins ever give any indication
that he was going to move on?

I don't think so.

Did he ever mention any problems
or was worried about anything?

I don't mean to sound harsh,

but I run a business here.

Not a counselling service.

What about before he came here?
Any idea where he lived, or worked?

I really can't tell you.

He didn't ask for
any references?

I asked him to strip the gearbox
down and put it back together again.

That's all I needed
to know. Fair enough.

The problem is, we need to
find a member of his family,

so at least they
can claim the body.

What happened to his body?

Victims who aren't identified simply
end up in a local unmarked grave,

so anything you can tell us
would be extremely helpful.

Well, you ought to talk to one of
our mechanics, Jason. Jason hibbert.

He was here when Collins was, so probably
knew him best. Where can we find him?

He's picking up an s-class in
maidenhead at the moment.

Be back this afternoon.

Who found the body?

Brian?

Yeah? Who found the body?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Sorry.

An Alice west.

She worked at a hotel,

called the maybrooke,

that backed onto the
alley where he was found.

What is it Brian?
Too many late nights?

I'm just not sleeping properly.

It's driving me mad. And Esther.

I keep moving around
and waking her up.

Take a pill! No! I'm not
taking any more drugs.

I need to stay sharp.

Anyway, you never know
what the side effects might be.

I usually find that a glass
of hot milk works for me,

but you need to put
a little honey in it.

Or a handful of sesame and
sunflower seeds. That always helps.

Any more suggestions?

Warm clothes?

What does that even mean?

Y'know, straight out
of the tumble dryer.

Or you can bung a few things in the
microwave, for a couple of minutes.

What the hell do you do
with the warm clothes?

Just put 'em all over you!

Sort of snuggle up!

What? Dunno why, but
it seems to work for me!

Now we've dealt with Brian's
insomnia, can we move on?

Well, we know that Collins
wasn't staying at the hotel.

The original team checked that.

We've got a list of the guests here
and his name's definitely not on it.

Did this Alice west see anybody
else at the scene of the crime?

No, but she saw a
car parked in the alley.

He was still breathing, so she
went in to phone for an ambulance.

When she came back
again, the car was gone.

She didn't get a
good look at the driver

and even her description
of the vehicle was vague,

so not good enough to trace it.

Nobody else came
forward with any information.

Why don't you and Brian go to the hotel and
see if Alice west's still working there?

I only went outside to have a quick
fag. Don't do that any more, I've given up.

Good for you. Wish
I'd done it sooner,

then it wouldn't have
been me who found him.

I wasn't even on a break.

I was waiting for a guy in the restaurant
to leave his table, so I could reset it.

He kept ordering more
coffee. He was sat over there.

He must have had five cups!

I just thought I would have a
couple of puffs, get back, but...

I didn't even get
to light it, because...

As soon as I got outside,
that's when I saw...

Mr Collins.

I didn't know that was his
name. Not until you just told me.

I knew he was hurt, though.

He had blood
coming from his nose

and he was making this noise.

A horrible noise, like
a wounded animal.

So I ran inside, told Maureen -

she was working on reception
- to call an ambulance.

I went back outside again.

I was only gone a minute, but...

He wasn't making
any noise any more.

Just lying there.

Perhaps you could
show us where exactly.

It's just this way.
Sorry about the bags.

He was over here.
Lying on his back.

His head, sort of
twisted, y'know?

Looking over in this direction,
as if he was looking straight at me.

I could see right into his eyes, as if
he was pleading, "help me, help me!"

It was... I really don't
want to think about it.

What about the car you saw?

That was parked up against
the wall by the end there.

And you were stood there?

Yeah. You say you didn't
get a good look at the driver?

No. At least, maybe...

I don't know.

I know I don't remember what
they looked liked, though. Ok.

Let's get back to the car.

You told the first detectives
it was probably blue?

Dark blue. Or maybe black.

Like I said at the time, it
could have been an estate

or one of those
off-road thingies.

I don't really know
much about cars.

The truth is,

I wasn't really looking at
the car or who was in it.

I was looking at him.

Radio plays

Jason.

Jason!

Detective superintendent Pullman

and Gerry standing.
I'll... I'll leave you to it. Ok?

That's fine, thank
you. Thank you.

We'd like to talk to you
about Christopher Collins.

Yeah, John explained.

I suppose you know
about my record?

Yeah, one
conviction for assault.

15 years ago, and before you
ask, the boss knows about it too.

That's not what we're
here to talk about.

But he said you
knew Collins best.

I suppose that's true, I wouldn't
say we were that close though.

What about outside of work?

We had the odd drink,

I went to his flat a few times.

Sounds like you saw
a lot of each other?

Off and on, really.

The problem was, I was married and he
definitely wasn't, if you know what I mean.

What? He was gay?

Far from it!

Oh, you mean he
liked the ladies?

And they liked him too! He looked
the part and he was a nice guy.

Anyone in particular?

No, I don't think so. I think
that was the point really.

Did he live with anyone? No.

All on his own in
a council place.

Nice though. Three
bedrooms, balcony...

What about at work? Did you
notice him having any problems?

No, nothing like that.

The boss is a decent guy.
Everyone gets on with the job.

Yeah, but what about
when he disappeared?

Didn't you think it was odd
that he just dropped out of sight?

I suppose I should have at
the time, but I don't really...

He gave me the impression
he had other things going on.

What sort of other things? He
never said and I never pushed him.

When he left, I figured that
whatever it was had come in.

Something back in
basingstoke. Why basingstoke?

That's where he came from.
I think that's what he told me.

If there's anything
else we can do.

John, I've got Mark Turner on
the phone. I've got to take this.

Thanks for all your help.

I've got three ex-wives. I can't
imagine working with them.

Maybe that's where
you went wrong. Maybe.

So Collins worked here for six months and
nobody seems to know anything about him.

We do know one thing - he was
lucky. How do you work that out?

How else does a single man
get a three-bedroom council flat?

Yeah.

I can't find any trace of Collins
in basingstoke. Me neither.

Where he worked, lived,
nothing. Bank details?

His wages were paid into
a local branch in slough.

The account was only opened
six months before he died.

About the same time he
started working at the garage.

It's like he appeared one day out of nowhere.
Sounds like he's hiding from somebody.

Except then you throw in
the three-bedroom council flat,

which he couldn't have got without help,
sounds more like someone was hiding him.

I'll make some calls in
the morning to confirm it.

What would you do if
they do close us down?

They've got to make
cuts somewhere.

They might treat us as an easy
target. With our track record?

They wouldn't dare! What
difference does that make?!

It doesn't matter to me, but you might
find yourself in a very awkward situation.

What would you do? I
haven't thought about it, Jack.

I think it's about time you did!

I mean, they could shove
you into the nearest vacancy,

you could end up anywhere.

Talk to strickland,
put a few feelers out.

See if there's anything
you haven't been told. Ok

I'm sure there's nothing it.
They'd tell you all if there was.

Oh, don't be naive. We'd
be the last people to find out.

Worrying about ucos isn't going
to help you with getting to sleep.

I wish you'd at least consider my
suggestion. I have considered it.

Mary Blyth hasn't
had a single cigarette

since she finished her course. He
comes very highly recommended.

Go on, he's a quack!

This guy does not
do stage show, ok?

He's a highly
qualified therapist.

I bet he sells snake
oil at weekends.

We've got to do something,
Brian, we can't go on like this.

Yeah, I'm working on it!

You've already tried the hot
milk. The honey's the important bit.

The natural sugar stimulates
serotonin and induces a calm

and peaceful state.

Are you thinking about
feeding the birds, as well?

These are sesame
and sunflower seeds.

They're both excellent
sources of magnesium,

which is proved to
be a muscle relaxant.

And you're calling him a quack!?

Ew!

He sighs

Washing machine whirs

Washing machine pings

What are you do...

What on earth are you doing?!

Oh, it was Jenny's
idea. Of course it was.

I'm making you and appointment.

Morning!

Who the hell is Thomas barton?

The real name of our victim. We
were right, he was being hidden.

He was in the witness
protection programme. Urgh!

And nobody noticed he'd
gone missing? Apparently not.

Who was he giving evidence against?
A gang of six, led by Derek Robinson.

Robinson? Smiley Robinson!
What's that...? 2003?

He got a 25-year stretch
for drug smuggling.

Took a nine month sting to even
put him in the same place as the coke.

He had a team at felixstowe
docks to get stuff through customs.

That's where barton came in. He worked
as a mechanic there, servicing machinery.

And was he in Robinson's
operation? Not according to the report.

He was an ordinary guy who
decided to do the right thing.

Look where that got him.

This all happened well
before my time here.

The witness protection unit
is now a well-oiled machine.

You didn't have any contact with barton, which
is why we'd like to speak to his handler.

That's not possible. Barton was dealt
with by a ds called Andrew Hughes.

He no longer works for us. What
can you tell us? Whatever's in his file.

Tell me where
you'd like to start.

Barton should have been
flagged on the system. I agree...

If the operation had known his identity, they
might have made some progress. I appreciate...

So why wasn't he flagged? Anything connected
with this office is a delicate matter.

It's a murder investigation.
Delicate doesn't come into it.

From what I can gather,
there was a period in late 2003

when concerns were raised
about information integrity.

Information integrity?! What the hell is
that? I think he means they had a leak.

Chuckles

what?

Well, according to this,

the jury had to be
sent out of court

because Robinson
started singing in the dock!

Singing? Yeah!

While barton was giving
evidence against him,

Robinson burst into a
well-known Vera Lynn classic!

Don't tell me, we'll meet again.

Yeah! It's all right,
Gerry, I get the picture.

Obviously things have tightened
up considerably since then.

The horse and the
stable door spring to mind.

What made the department
think there was a leak?

To my predecessor's shame, the identities of
witnesses from various cases were compromised.

Sounds more probably
than possible to me.

These people are meant to be protected. We ask
them to risk their lives by giving evidence

and then you don't even notice
when one of them disappears.

The fact that barton appears
to have slipped through a crack

is obviously regrettable but, as I
said, I wasn't personally involved.

Yes, you've made
that crystal clear.

There was a full investigation
and nothing was ever proven.

So how far did this
investigation get?

Each member of our staff was assessed. All
our systems were analysed and overhauled.

Every facet of our
operation was dissected.

I can assure you that it
was a very thorough job.

He wouldn't know a thorough
job if it bit him on the bum!

Yeah, but if there was a leak, it
would explain how barton was found.

Is it impossible that
Hughes could be the source?

If they had any evidence they'd have
charged him, but I wouldn't rule it out.

Even if he wasn't he might be
able to tell us what was going on.

Like if barton was having problems. If he knew someone
had found him, he might have gone to Hughes for help.

Of course we do know who
would have been looking for him.

Who? I'm not here to mess around,
mr Robinson. How disappointing.

When I started out, that's all
female coppers were there for.

That and to make the tea. How
times have changed. Not for the better.

Back then, we all knew where we
stood. Tell us about Thomas barton.

That name does sound familiar.

If you don't want to answer, I'll have to
assume you were involved in his murder.

I'll take that as yes then.
We're leaving. Don't go.

I mean, we haven't got to
know each other properly yet.

I enjoy a bit of company,
especially when it's wearing a skirt.

I don't get out as much as I'd
like. Should be used to that by now.

You never get used to
it. My kids are growing up.

My wife is getting old.

My whole life is passing me by.

Rumour is you're still
running your own business.

You don't want to believe everything
you hear. What about what we read?

I'm going to need more than that
to go on. I looked at the case files.

I enjoyed the description of you
serenading barton in the witness box.

I've got quite a voice
when I get warmed up!

Mostly the classics - Sinatra,
Bacharach, a bit of Matt monro.

Of course, you had to be
there to get the full effect.

I think we got the gist of it. You
wanted barton dead for what he did.

And you were going to make
sure you found him again.

Thomas barton? Yeah, turns
out that was his real name.

He was relocated as part of
the witness protection scheme.

Did he ever seem
nervous to any of you?

Like he was worried
about something?

Huh. Did I say something funny?

No. It's just he really
wasn't the nervous type.

The guy had front,
whatever he was doing.

Did anyone ever come
here looking for him?

No, no, nothing like that.

Mr Carlisle.

Er... well, it
wasn't that exactly,

it's probably nothing.

Why don't you tell us anyway?

Well, he did ask about a client
he'd seen in the office once.

Wanted to know the guy's name.

Who was this client?

Can't remember.

Anyway, after I told him,

Collins, barton...
Sorry, getting confused.

..Er, well he seemed ok again.

But you think he mistook
the client for somebody else.

Well, that's what it
seemed like, yeah.

You still pull all the string, mr Robinson, and
even banged up in here, you've got a long reach.

Well, that's very sweet but I think
you're giving me a little too much credit.

But you don't deny you
wanted barton dead?

Now, there wouldn't be much
point in that now, would there?

Oh, I see, well, we must
have got it wrong then.

You're actually a
reformed character.

I've seen the error of my ways.

I've repented, made
peace with the world.

You think you've got away
with it, but you are so wrong.

Don't tell me what I think.

In here, I'm told when to
when to eat, when to sleep,

and when to crap!

But the one thing nobody
can tell me is what I think.

Yeah.

Yeah, I think I
wanted barton dead.

But then I think...

We don't always
get what we want,

do we, detective superintendent?

Not always.

Every now and then.

I wasn't the only one
that barton put away.

If that's an accusation, you
have to be more specific.

It's not an accusation.

It's just a fact.

Barton's evidence put six men inside, but only
one of them was out of prison when he was killed.

Anthony Walters. He was one
of the drivers on Robinson's crew.

He only served 18 months.

Sorry, lads. Not tonight. Is
your name Anthony Walters?

It doesn't matter who gave you my name,
I can't let you in. Not even with this?

Two minutes.

Electronic music plays loudly

You're wasting your time. I've
got nothing to say about barton.

Not even a bad word or two?

It's his evidence that put you
inside. That was a long time ago.

I moved here to put it behind me.
I've got a new life. I can see that.

It must have been tough getting your sia licence
with a serious conviction on your record.

You do have your sia
licence, don't you, Anthony?

I've got a little boy. I'm trying to
earn a living. We'll take that as no then.

The bad news is that working
the doors without a licence is illegal.

The good news is it's
not our area of interest.

Unless of course we
decide to become interested.

I can't say I'm surprised
someone killed barton.

There was a long list of
people that wanted him dead.

You were pretty near
the top. I wasn't on it at all.

And I never saw him again after
the trial. You must have been angry.

Why? I could have
got off. I chose not to.

What do you mean? You
were offered a deal to testify?

You lot were desperate to put
Robinson away. That's all that mattered.

I was told to think about
it. I did, for a minute.

But if you'd said yes, you
could have avoided going inside.

I did 18 months.

If I'd given evidence against Robinson,
it would be like doing a life sentence.

Every day, looking
over my shoulder.

I didn't want to live like
that, so I kept my mouth shut.

Unlike barton.
That was his choice.

Hughes left his job at
witness protection in April 2004,

a month after barton was killed.

Where'd he go? There's no
record of him getting another job.

The address they gave me was out of date. I tracked
him down through the electoral roll. I'll get my bag.

Is now a good time? We
were just leaving. I'll come back.

No. Come into my office. Ok.

I'll wait then(!)

It sounds ridiculous, but
I thought I'd ask anyway.

Does sound ridiculous,
doesn't it? Not entirely, I'm afraid.

You mean ucos is under
threat? Everything's under threat.

Half the force spends more time
looking for savings than criminals.

The other half is worried
they'll be forced to retire.

Spain will become so popular,
they'll rename it costa del cop.

I'll try to remember and avoid
that. Some units might disappear.

Others will have to cut their cloth.
You mean lose personnel? Possibly.

If that's judged to be the best use of
resources. I would find that unacceptable.

This is a macro
issue, not a micro one.

This goes far higher than me,
higher than the person above me.

Can't you at least find out
if we're being talked about?

I'll twist some arms...

See what I can pick up.

He's certainly done
all right for himself.

Especially for a man with
no visible means of support.

Excuse me. Can I help
you? Andrew Hughes? Yeah.

Are you sure I can't get you
anything? Coffee, tea, soft drink?

No, I'm fine. Not
for me, thanks.

Do you like it? To be
honest, I don't really know.

I suppose that makes it thought
provoking. What do you think?

I think it looks expensive.

It was. One of those
things I just had to have.

Just like this house.
And those cars outside.

I thought you wanted to talk to
me about Thomas barton. We do.

Barton's dead. I didn't
know. What happened?

He was murdered by somebody
he gave evidence against.

The question is,
how did they find him?

That information would be
worth an awful lot of money.

You think I was
paid for information.

You think that's where
all this comes from?

You don't work, mr Hughes,
so that's one possibility.

What am I looking at?

The other possibility.
My wife, Vicky.

This is really nice. Vicky is a
Reilly, as in Reilly's auction house.

She runs it, now her father's
retired. And you just stay at home?

I look after the kids.

It's not that unusual.

Take us back to witness protection, mr Hughes.
Thank you. I did my job, I did everything I could.

But you didn't even notice barton was
missing. We couldn't babysit people 24/7.

It's not like in the movies. There's
no big house or armed guards.

We heard there was
a suspected leak.

There's always a suspected leak. It's the kind
of place it is. Security conscious? Paranoid.

That can be a useful quality,
but in this instance it went too far.

There was never a leak.
People just got careless.

Some people can leave their
old lives behind, others can't.

The isolation gets to them, so they
try to make contact with someone.

An old friend or family
member, then all bets are off.

Barton didn't have any close family. Not strictly
true. He had a half-brother living in Canada.

With barton, it wouldn't have been a
person he missed, more a way of life.

As a mechanic in the docks?

He was a criminal. What do
you mean? Importing drugs.

I don't understand. We were
led to believe he wasn't involved.

Oh, he was involved!
Why isn't it in the case files?

It's against cps policy to do a
deal that involves no jail time.

Barton wouldn't have talked if
it meant spending a night inside.

I'm not saying he was top of the
food chain, but he was halfway up.

He was ambitious. Look at his
relationship with Robinson's daughter.

Robinson's daughter? Caroline.
The apple of her father's eye.

They were an item.
There was a rumour

they were going to get married. He
would have ended up criminal royalty.

Instead of working in a garage in slough.
Certainly not the life he'd have wanted.

Maybe this is what I should
do. What? If ucos gets cut.

You mean find a rich woman to keep you in
the style to which you are not accustomed?

What's so funny about that?
Nothing. You're a real catch. Get in.

I'm sure it's just a phase.

I'll be through it any time now.

Probably tonight.

I'm already feeling a bit
tired now I think about it.

Door opens

Brian Lane.

Either you go through that door or
you're sleeping on the sofa tonight.

I'll slip a disc if I
sleep on that sofa.

Well, it's your choice.

This way, please.

Before we start, I want to
make one thing very clear.

Whatever happens,
I'm not shutting my eyes.

Chuckles

Hypnotherapy comes in
many different guises, mr Lane.

What I'd like to do
first is get you to relax.

That's easier said than
done! Let's give it a try.

How did you come here today?
What's that got to do with anything?

I'm just making
conversation. I came on a bus.

Unusually, it was an orange
bus. I've never seen one before.

An orange bus?! That's right.

But I don't want you
to think about that.

We could start off with
some breathing exercises.

Me breathing's fine! I'm sure it
is, but if you could just follow me.

Inhale.

And exhale.

Inhale.

And exhale.

As you exhale, the
muscles in your chest relax

and we're going to hitch a ride on
that natural moment of relaxation.

Inhale.

And exhale.

What are you thinking about?

What's going through your mind? If you
must know, it's that bloody orange bus!

That's because I told you not
to. Can't get it out of my head.

It's the same principle when you're trying to
sleep. You're telling yourself to do something

and that has the knock-on effect of
it becoming the last thing you can do.

So... inhale,

and exhale.

Inhale...

I spoke to my father. I wondered
how long it'd take you to get to me.

Detective superintendent Pullman. This is Gerry
standing. Dad taught me to recognise a copper.

What else did he teach
you? Not to speak to them.

But I decided to
ignore that lesson.

We understand you were
close to Thomas barton.

If I'd have married Tommy,
I'd have made my bed.

I know I had a lucky escape.
It must have made you angry.

The man you were in love
with betraying your father.

My father understood the
game. He played it his whole life.

I didn't love Tommy.
It wouldn't have lasted.

I knew Tommy was selfish. Everything
was about him, what he wanted.

He had the charm to get away
with that. For a while at least.

When did you last see him?

Couple of hours before
my father was arrested.

Tommy knew exactly
what was about to happen,

but he asked me where
I'd like to have dinner.

He didn't even miss a beat.

And you've never
had any contact since?

No, of course not.

I certainly didn't go looking for him
and he never came looking for me.

Would you have told
your father if he had?

You mean, would I have
asked my father to kill him?

If you like.

You want to know if I was angry.

Well, the truth is I wasn't.

I didn't care enough
about Tommy to be angry.

Does that answer your question?

Orange buses and explaining
how to get air into me own lungs.

I might as well have taken the
money and flushed it down the toilet.

I thought he seemed very good.

Good?! He's Mickey mouse!

I've a good mind to report him

for violation of the
trade descriptions act.

You've got to give him a
chance. Three sessions, he said.

Mary had at least six.

When have you booked
your next session?

Brian?

You did book your
next session, didn't you?

Morning. Brian.
Bright and early, Brian.

I've had me first good night's sleep in a month.
Glad to hear it. Was it the warm clothes? It was not.

Ah. What?

I'm going through all the prison visitors
Robinson's had since before barton got killed.

It's the same old
friends, family, associates.

But down here, I've found a
name we do know. Anthony Walters.

Walters visited Robinson in
prison? He wouldn't be that stupid.

He visited another bloke in the same Nick,
so he could get a message to Robinson.

To let him know he'd
seen barton. Exactly.

You told me you'd
leave me alone.

We had a deal. I
don't make deals,

but if I made an exception, it would
be based on you telling me the truth.

Which so far, you haven't managed.
Tell us about your prison visit.

I didn't see Robinson. Maybe not,
but you saw someone on his wing.

All I've tried to do is keep my nose clean. If
that's the truth, you've nothing to worry about.

Even if it's not, you're
better off talking to us.

Barton came to see me.

I didn't look for him, he just turned up
like nothing had happened. What did he want?

He wanted me to get
back into the drugs game.

He told me he was
setting up a deal.

He was working on
getting a supplier on board.

He was ready to go.

I said no. Of course I did.

I wasn't interested,
not now and not then.

I warned him that there'd be
trouble if he got involved again.

But you gave the
information to Robinson.

I didn't want anything
to do with either of them.

Not barton or Robinson.

But if somebody found out I'd
seen barton and not said anything...

Robinson would
have come after you.

Finally. The penny's dropped.
I wouldn't try and be too clever.

If Robinson arranged barton's murder using your
information, you could be charged as an accessory.

No way. That's not possible. You told Robinson
where he could find barton. No, I didn't know.

When I said I wasn't
interested, he disappeared again.

He didn't tell me how to
contact him, I didn't ask.

Anyway, Robinson wouldn't have
needed me. What do you mean?

If barton was getting
back in the drugs game,

Robinson wouldn't have
to look very far, would he?

If you wouldn't mind, John. It's
an ongoing murder investigation.

Yeah, yeah, I'll hold.

Robinson had a network of contacts which
involved people flying round Europe for meetings.

They'd get together in hotels, like ordinary
businessmen. One of the hotels... was the maybrooke. Yes.

We're going to have to go back over the list of people
staying there that night. I'm on it. Fire ahead.

Yeah, got him. Great.
Yeah, and where is that?

Hey, John, thanks for that. I
appreciate it. Cheers. Take care.

That was a pal of mine
from the drugs squad.

I gave him the hotel guest list
and asked if anybody stood out.

Henrik De groot. He works for one of the
major players in the Amsterdam drugs scene.

Chances are, the same people that
Robinson has been dealing with for years.

Robinson just had to put the
word out and get them to play along.

And De groot's boss agrees to
sell to barton and sets up a meeting.

But De groot's there to kill
him, on the orders of Robinson.

He waits in the car outside, and when
yer man shows up, no more barton.

Alice west saw somebody in the
car. Not well enough to describe him.

Maybe De groot's face
will jog her memory.

Alice, we want you to look at
these photographs very carefully.

Take your time,
Alice, there's no rush.

This one. I recognise him.

Are you absolutely
sure? Yeah. 100%.

Alice, was this
the man in the car?

The car?

No, he was in here,
in the restaurant.

What? He was the man
ordering coffee in the restaurant.

He was definitely in the restaurant
when you went out and found the body?

Yeah, he was over there.
That's what I'm saying.

Is there any way he could have
nipped out and come back in?

No... not without me seeing. He
was there the whole time, drinking.

Well, thanks anyway.

Did I say something
wrong? No, not at all.

Just not what we were expecting.

You thought he was in the car.

We thought it was possible.

I'm sorry, I've tried to remember
the driver. Yes, we know.

It's probably in there
somewhere. I just can't get it out.

I'm desperate for a cigarette. Just
a couple of puffs. So I go outside.

Are you outside now?

I leave the door open, so I can
get back in. What do you do next?

I take out a fag and go to light it.
With a lighter or matches? Lighter.

But then I see a man
lying on the ground.

I don't want you to look at the man. Look
around the alley. What else can you see?

I can see a car.

Is there anyone inside the car?

Yeah. In the driver's seat.
But I can't see them very well.

Ok, let's look at the car
itself. What colour is it?

It's blue.

A dark blue. And...

Now I want you to look back at
the driver. Is it a man or a woman?

I think it's a man.

I can't really tell, but I think
so. Can you see this man's face?

No, I can't see it. It's just...

I can't see it.

It's worth a try at least.

What about the number plate
on the car? Can you see that?

Alice, can you see
the number plate?

I think so.

Yes. Yes, I can.

Please read the number out.

Y169...

Forget about a
description of the driver.

She read out the whole number
plate, as if it was in front of her.

Fantastic. I was sceptical. I
should hang on to that thought.

What's the problem? The vehicle
is registered to a Dennis craven.

No form. He's a maths teacher.
Comprehensive school in staines.

Maths teacher? That's
the end of that then.

I knew that stuff
was mumbo jumbo!

Telephone rings hello, ucos.

Yeah, speaking. It is possible
that Alice west got it wrong.

Or she got it right, but the car had
nothing to do with barton's death.

Thanks very much for
calling. Yeah, goodbye.

That was the local council about
where barton's body's buried. Oh, yeah?

We're not the only ones interested. They had a
phone call from a woman claiming to be his mother.

His mother's dead.

Maybe Caroline Robinson cared
more about him than she said.

Excuse me, can I have a word?

Dennis craven's
house is number 49.

Here.

So, is it still working? What?

Hypnosis. Oh, yeah, brilliant.

Mind you, it's not
really hypnosis, is it?

It's more just the
power of suggestion.

Yeah, definitely worked for
me, even if it didn't for Alice west.

Maybe it did. What?
Take a look at this.

The car was serviced
at Carlisle's garage.

And it was in for its service on
the very day that barton was killed.

We've got the
paperwork to prove it.

It can't be a coincidence. The
odds on that are astronomical.

And anyway, the group was inside
the hotel when barton was attacked.

So, maybe we've been sidetracked
by this whole Robinson scenario.

We've assumed that he was killed

because of what he
did as Thomas barton.

Maybe he was killed because of
what he did as Christopher Collins.

What's going on?

The car outside the hotel
was from Carlisle's garage.

So we've probably been looking
in completely the wrong place.

Well, I've got something
that might support that theory.

A woman left flowers
at barton's grave.

Do you know who it was?
No, I haven't got a name,

but from the description, it
was not Caroline Robinson.

Can we come in,
please, mrs Carlisle?

My husband's not here,
he's at work. Yeah, we know.

Thank you.

Look, I just worked
with Collins...

Barton, or whatever
his name was. That's all.

And not even for very long.
So you didn't know him well?

That's what I just said. Yeah, you
did, and that's why I'm wondering

why you put
flowers on his grave.

I just... Thought
someone should.

That's all. I just thought
someone should do something.

Do you know what a log file is?

No. It's a record of
activities on a website.

You first visited the not
ever forgotten website

about six months ago.

You looked at the page with barton's
photograph on it on 32 occasions.

Why didn't you come forward
earlier? I don't know. I guess...

I guess I wasn't sure. No.

No, I think you waited because
you were hiding something.

I had nothing to do with his
death. That's not what we're saying.

If you were involved, you
wouldn't have come forward at all.

You were worried we'd find out
that you and barton had an affair.

You can't tell John.

You can't tell him.

I'm telling you, Brian,
we were on our way out

she calls him into her office
and shuts the door on me.

It was just her and strickland?

Yeah. Doesn't
look good, does it?

Yeah, well, I shall
go freelance, Gerry.

Freelance?

Yeah, you know that
website, never forgotten,

they've got hundreds of open
cases spread all over the world.

They could really use
somebody with my experience.

Well, you're going to
have to do something.

Don't worry, if ucos closes, I'll
not be going back on the booze.

I wasn't thinking about that.

I was thinking about Esther.

She's not going to put up with you
around the house all day, every day!

Oh, here we go.

So, that's 45 to the
gallon around town.

On the open road you
can probably count for, um...

Er...

I'll be back in a minute.

Can this wait? Not really.

It's just been in for the third
time and I think she's about to bite.

Someone else will
have to reel her in.

Keys, boss?

And it won't be him either.

I met John when I was 18.

Three months later
we were married.

My parents wouldn't
come, they didn't approve.

It was the age difference.

He was 31.

It didn't matter to me.

I loved him.

And I've never...

Regretted it, it's just...

..He likes to be...

In control?

No, no, not that, just...

..Always together.

It can feel a little
suffocating sometimes.

Chris wasn't like that. By
Chris you mean Thomas barton.

He was Chris to me.

And he was... Different.

That was all.

Exciting.

I was flattered.

And I'm stupid. It was
a crazy thing to do,

but it happened,
it just happened.

I understand. Do you?

Because I don't, not really.

I knew it was a
mistake straightaway.

It didn't last long,
just a couple of weeks.

I told him I couldn't do it.

It wasn't worth it. It wasn't
worth risking everything I had,

everything I've got,

for a fling.

Where did you go on
the night he was killed?

How do you know I went anywhere?

Just answer the
question, please, Lisa.

I...

..Wanted some time on my
own. I went to my mother's.

She lives near
dartmouth in Devon.

Did you drive? Yes.

You took your car?

We only have one car.

What difference does that make?

Who else knew about you and
barton, apart from your husband?

John didn't know.

Didn't he?

John didn't know.

Your wife went to Devon.
She drove there in your car

and that's why you had to take
one that was in for a service.

He snorts incredulously

well, there are people in
and out of there all the time.

Anyone could have had
access to that vehicle.

That's probably true.
Anyone could have a motive,

but you're the only
one whose wife

was having an affair
with Thomas barton.

Lisa?

No. No way.

That never happened.

I don't believe you. I
could say the same thing.

We know about the
relationship. She confirmed it.

She told you that?
Yeah, she did.

She didn't think that you
knew, but... You did, didn't you?

Of course I didn't.

You had to - that's why
you went to the maybrooke.

Maybe you didn't
go there to kill him -

maybe you just
wanted to warn him off.

I didn't go anywhere.

And you can't prove I did.
We'll prove it, mr Carlisle.

I can promise you that.

We know you knew about
barton and Lisa Carlisle's affair.

You saw them together.

And we know why
you're so loyal to Carlisle.

I mean, you've been
with him a long time.

He gave you a job when
many others wouldn't have.

But that loyalty should
only be stretched so far.

Did Carlisle tell you
that he killed barton?

Tom Carlisle is a good man.

You didn't answer the question.

Yeah, I did.

You're hanging by a thread here,
Jason. Accessory, conspiracy...

We've got all sorts of options.

Take your best shot.

I really don't have
anything more to say.

That is your right, mr Carlisle.

It does seem such
a waste, though.

I mean, given that the affair
was over. Pointless really.

Lisa had made her choice. What?

The affair. The one that
you didn't know about.

It was finished.
Done and dusted.

She'd already chosen you, Joe.

No. Yeah. The
relationship was over.

No, no, no. They were
still seeing each other.

They were meeting in the hotel.
Mr Carlisle... just wait. Sorry...

They were what?

I knew. I heard
them on the phone.

Barton wasn't
there to meet Lisa.

I heard the name of the
hotel. He was arranging it all.

He wasn't meeting her.

He was there for something
completely different.

You know the best bit?
You didn't have to kill him.

There was someone
else desperate to do it -

and they would
have done as well.

Except you got there first.

Brian? Is Sandra around?
She's in an interview.

Ok. Thanks. Do want
me to give her a message?

Just ask her to give
me a call, will you?

Can I tell her what it's about?

I've got some news
for her, that's all. Ok?

I didn't want him dead.

I didn't.

I just wanted it to stop.

So, you waited
close to the hotel...

Yeah, I was going to go in and...
You know, knock on the door.

He was waiting outside
when I got there, having a fag.

I told him to leave Lisa alone.

And what did he do?

He smiled at me.

That's what did it.

He'd taken my wife away from me
and he just stood there and he smiled.

What happened next?

He, er... Pushed past me

and he was just walking
away - he wasn't listening.

I swung my arm out and
caught him on the face.

He wobbled a bit,
but he was still smiling.

So I hit him again
and he went down.

I just didn't want to lose her.

I wasn't going to
let that happen.

Where's John, is he here? Can I
see him? I need to see my husband.

That's not possible
at the moment.

Can I get you anything?

Cup of tea?

This is all my fault.

I knew how much he loved me,
that should have been enough.

Yeah, but you're not responsible
for what other people do.

I am responsible.
He did it for me.

Oh, why did I...?

I'll never forgive myself.

To ucos. Ucos. And
all who sail in her.

All who sink in her.

I've got some news. Yeah. We
can guess. How long have we got?

We know you've
discussed it with strickland.

We're prepared for the worst.

Pastures new.

Sorry to disappoint you, but
strickland has made some enquiries

and you're not going
to get away that easily.

What did he say?

Ucos has not been and never
will be destined for closure.

I knew it. I knew they'd
never get rid of us.

Well, we've got years of
experience, haven't we?

That doesn't grow on trees, you know. I'm sure that
was one of the things they took into consideration,

but somehow I don't
think that's what clinched it.

The fact is, we're dirt cheap.

Gerry laughs

♪ it's all right, it's ok

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

♪ it's all right, I say, it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right, doing fine

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

♪ it's all right, I say, it's ok

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

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