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♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

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

♪ it's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ 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 okay ♪

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

[Bell tolling]

[Girl whispering]

[Door rumbling]

[Wood creaking]

[Footsteps echoing]

[Door clattering]

[Wind blowing]

[Girl panting]

[Door slamming]

[Dramatic music]

[Girl panting]

[People chattering]

[Horse whinnying]

[Cart wheels clattering]

- Whoa! Whoa!
- [Horse neighing]

[Dramatic music]

[Girl panting]

- [Girl groaning]
- [Girl clattering on ground]

[Girl panting]

[Dog barking]

[Tense music]

[Girl breathing heavily]

- [Girl screaming]
- [Weapon whacking]

- [Attacker groaning]
- [Body squelching]

[Gerry] I'm sorry,
er when was this?

The 4th of January, 1851.

Don't look at me.

This one's mine,
Sandra's starting

from the same place you are.

And that means that
it jumps the queue?

It's a day's work, everything
else can wait a day.

You all right with this?

I'm listening, Gerry.

Thank you, Sandra,

though I am the
ranking officer, Gerry,

so being all right with
it isn't a prerequisite.

Tell that to Jack.

If he decides to grace
us with his presence, I will.

Abigail padua, she
was bludgeoned to death

by an unknown assailant.

160 odd years ago.

Yes.

So why the sudden urgency?

Is it always like this?

Yes, but they do have a point.

I assume you're
not suggesting that

Abigail padua's
killer is still at large.

I just need ucos to
spend a day on this case.

Why?

It's been requested,
and it's not a request

I'm in a position to refuse.

I'm sorry, Sandra,
usually I'd tell you more but

inspector George renfield
was the investigating officer,

this is his report,
it is the only copy-

- sorry, everybody.
- [Door squeaking]

Everything all right, Jack?

Yeah, yeah, my bank manager

had a meeting first thing and,

oh it, it overran,
I'm sorry I'm late.

Since when did you have
meetings with yer bank manager?

And since when did
you become an authority

on my comings and goings?

My bank manager's
got it in for me.

No, that's your tailor.

[Brian laughing]

Is this a new one?

Hardly.

Because I've been thinking
about the Kirby business,

and I think we should go
back to the stepdaughter.

Oh, no, no, no, the
stepdaughter's in the clear.

Only because of her alibi,

and I reckon
there's a hole in it.

Is this supposed to be
a crime scene picture?

What idiot took these?

They're daguerreotypes.

They're what?

Well, it's old photography,
you know victorian.

1851 Jack, the unsolved
murder of a woman.

- You're kidding?
- Called Abigail padua.

Oh, I see,

and you're afraid this
bloke might strike again.

If I could get beyond saying

this woman's name this morning,

- that would be something.
- Dave Kirby's killer

is alive and well, and we
have a chance of catching her.

This is a day's work, Jack.

Well, when we have a spare day,

we'll give it all our attention.

Coffee, Jack.

He's 'ad enough coffee.

[Brian] Sandra?

If you could come
back here please, Brian.

Well, the kettle's
not long being boiled,

it's a waste of
energy to just leave it.

Quite right,

and we wouldn't
want to be careless

with the kind of energy
that's generated in this room.

Black, one sugar,

if it's real, of course.

I'm sorry, who are you?

This is Stephen Fisher.

Stephen, Sandra Pullman.

[Gerry] What, the
bloke from intelligence?

Or there abouts.

How did you get down
here without an escort?

Oh, bless.

Er, it's instant.

It's instant coffee.

Sorry.

I'll blink, shall I?

I find these games
a little tedious.

I'll pass on the coffee,
thank you Mr. Lane.

I asked him down here, Sandra,

the Abigail padua case
came from Stephen.

- Yes, how's that going?
- Barely started.

Oh really?

And I thought I
was running late.

Not to worry.

May I?

Abigail padua, beaten
to death in an alley

in the city of
London on the night

of the 4th of January, 1851.

Did that sound
sufficiently police-y?

Miss padua was something
of a whiz with numbers,

a computer, in the
parlance of victorian times,

literally someone who computes.

Rather unusual for
a woman to do that,

but it seems she had
an uncommon gift for it.

She worked for
the family business,

which was run by
her brother, Sydney,

both parents having died
some years previously.

To all intents and
purposes, miss padua's death

looks like a violent robbery.

Money and jewellery
were even removed

from her person by the killer.

But, a few weeks after she died,

a new investment package
the paduas had been marketing,

went belly up,

ruining a lot of well-placed
influential members

of London society,
and inspector renfield,

who was in charge
of the investigation,

came to believe that
there might be more

to miss padua's
demise than met the eye.

Unfortunately, he was unable
to reach any firm conclusions.

And you think that we,

without any new
witnesses to interview,

no new evidence, will
succeed where he failed?

Well, that's what
you do, isn't it?

And there is new evidence.

What renfield didn't
know at the time,

because the various sections

of the metropolitan police force

didn't work in such beautiful
Harmony as they do now,

was that a man
named Joseph gleick,

who had been Abigail
padua's mathematics tutor,

and who subsequently
became her mentor,

lost his life in a house
fire, later that same night.

[Gerry sighs]

There are several other
interesting commonalities.

I'm sure your
well-honed instincts

will root them out very quickly.

Sir, there are a couple
of ongoing cases

that frankly should take-

those cases are
on hold, as of now.

Abigail padua is the priority.

This is a burn-bag.

At the conclusion
of your investigation,

everything you've discovered,

any notes you've made,
documents you've sourced,

together with the original
copy of renfield's report

and the various other
items in the case file,

will be placed in here
to be incinerated by me.

Are you serious?

Oh dear, has my reputation
as a prankster preceded me?

Shove it, we don't
take orders from you.

Jack.

And we don't take orders
from you either, Sandra does.

We're all retired.

But we work on cases
where there's at least

a chance of nicking someone.

And there's plenty of
those to keep us busy,

so you can shove it.

Jack, if I decide
this is a ucos case-

no, no Robert, Mr. Halford
makes a perfectly fair point.

Mr. Halford, Mr. Standing,
Mr. Lane, you're excused.

You can't fire us either.

Oh, I wouldn't dream of it.

I will, however, need your desks

for a day or two, so I can
draught in some new officers

to work with detective
superintendent Pullman.

When this is all over, you'll
be free to resume your duties.

[Gerry] Fine by me.

If you could just
leave behind a check

for 17,433 pounds,

Mr. Standing,

I'll see it gets to
the inland revenue.

You what?

The tax due on your
undeclared earnings

over the past 30 years.

Are you threatening me?

Actually, perhaps
it would be best

if you all stay, after all.

We wouldn't want any
of our guilty little secrets

coming to light, would we?

Mr. Lane?

Mr. Halford?

Bollocks.

Excellent.

I'll require hourly reports.

That's your office,
detective superintendent?

Yes.

Robert.

[Door slamming]

[Blind scraping]

[Drawer sliding]

Grumpy lot, aren't they.

Did they expect you to stick
up for them, do you think?

I don't know.

But you didn't.

They were right, you know,

they do have several
active cases at the moment.

This is important.

Why?

You don't think I'm
entitled to know why

you're requisitioning my team?

I know you're not
entitled to know;

the vast difference in our
security clearance levels

tells me that.

I really don't mean
to keep you Robert,

you should feel free
to go about your day.

And leave you in charge?

Ah, I think I'll
stay. [He sighs]

Maybe it's an academic exercise,

you know, some kind of test?

[Brian] Testing what?

Well, I dunno, our ability
to take shit from superiors?

When was that ever in doubt?

Question is, why is
Fisher so interested

in a victorian murder mystery?

That's what I wanna
know, and I bet the answer

lies somewhere in this case.

It is an interesting
one, though.

Computers being people,
rather than machines

and all these
financial institutions,

trusting incredibly
complex calculations

to human beings
like Abigail padua.

Yeah, whereas now
they use actual computers

and we all know
where that's got 'em.

Ah, she must've 'ad
an incredible brain

is what I'm saying.

[Sandra] Maybe that's
why she was killed?

Well, if we ever
find out who did it,

we could have a
seance and ask 'im.

Well at least we know
what he looked like.

Witnesses reported
seeing a woman

answering Abigail
padua's description,

being chased through the streets

shortly before she was murdered.

And there was a coachman
in threadneedle street,

who gave a description
of the man chasing her.

He said he was tall and slim

and wearing a dark
coat and a black hat.

In my mental image
of victorian London,

they all look like that.

Well, there was a nightwatchman
called Thomas Quinn,

who worked in a building
adjacent to the alley where

Abigail padua was killed,

who also claimed to
have seen a tall, thin man,

dressed in black,
emerging from the alleyway,

a few moments later.

And then the
southwark police claimed

that a man answering
the same description

was seen later that
night in the vicinity of

Joseph gleick's house, just
before it burned to the ground.

Although, of course renfield
wasn't to know that at the time

because nobody had
made the connection

between the two deaths.

Well, brilliant.

We're looking for
a tall, dark stranger,

who's been dead for 100 years.

You're very quiet
over there, Jack.

I wanna tell you all something.

[Sandra] What is it?

I was going to
tell you first thing,

then this nonsense
with Fisher happened.

I'm leaving.

You what?

I'm leaving ucos, i'm
retiring, well retiring again.

Why?

Well, I just think it's time.

If I don't go now, I never will.

Yeah, but what are you gonna do?

Well, there's a little
village in the ardeche,

that Mary and I used
to go to on holidays.

We always used to
say, we'd try and find

a little place there
when I retired.

Well, I've found a little place,

I've sold the house,

we finalised the
deal this morning.

You sold the house?

So you've been planning this?

Why didn't you say something?

Because I knew you'd
try and talk me out of it,

and you may have
succeeded, but now,

well it's a fait-accompli.

Um, I don't know what to say.

I can't stay here for ever.

When are you going?

Well, I was hoping to be
able to settle this Kirby case,

but that's not an
option today, now.

Today?

If I don't leave
now, there'll be

another case and another.

I never thought I'd
be here this long.

[Phone ringing]

So it looks like this
victorian business

is gonna be my last case.

Ah, Fisher be damned, but
it would be good to solve it.

Look, er I've gotta
return this call.

We need to talk
about this, Jack.

No, we don't, we really don't.

That's just get
on with the case,

and then we can
all have a nice drink.

[Door slamming]

No, he's not serious.

You don't think?

What, 'im retire to France?

Well, like he says, he
can't stay here forever.

None of us can.

Yeah, well I'm not buying it.

Why is it all so sudden?

[Door clattering]

As you all seem to be
sitting around chatting,

perhaps you could
get us some coffee?

I need a word.

Excuse me?

A word, sir.

[Feet clumping]

Sandra, I know that the-

what the hell is going on?

Look, Stephen Fisher
is a very difficult-

what do you think
you're playing at,

letting Fisher just
come in and take over?

Sandra.

And what are you
playing at, letting him

talk to us like that?

If I could get a word in?

Jack's leaving.

What do you mean, leaving?

He says he's retiring
for good this time,

he's moving to France.

Well, I suppose you can't
blame the man for wanting to-

I don't blame him,

but his leaving
affects the team.

Do you want me to talk to him?

And say what?

You're hardly the
flavour of the month.

Fine, we'll deal
with that later.

For now, let's concentrate
on the matter in hand.

Stephen Fisher is a very
difficult man to deal with.

Butting heads with
him gets you nowhere.

What's he up to, here?

I honestly don't know
anything more about this case,

or his reasons for wanting
it looked out, than you do.

If I find anything out,
you'll be the first to know.

I don't trust him.

Well, that's a very
good place to start.

No, he's just in
one of his moods,

he'll change his
mind by lunchtime.

Ner, there's more
to it than that.

He was late in this
morning, that's not like Jack.

Then there's the phone calls.

What phone calls?

[Door slamming]

Eh?

[Door slamming]

Well, for the past few days,
he keeps getting these calls

on his mobile, and he runs
off and takes them in private,

like just now.

Oh, I hadn't noticed that.

Call yourself a detective?

I'll tell you what
did surprise me,

is how well he speaks French.

[Door banging]

Jack's a subject for
later, we must get on now

and get Fisher out of our hair.

What are you doing, Brian?

Well, I'm trying to make
sense of the crime scene.

This bloke, Thomas Quinn,
who reckons he saw the murderer

emerging from the alleyway.

Now, he was a
nightwatchman, working here.

The coffee jar.

Yeah, but what he says,
doesn't make sense.

Do you think he was lying?

Possibly, it's to do
with the lines of sight,

from here through to
that bag of sugar there.

Of course I am working
from a very old map,

and a slightly
rudimentary model.

Slightly?

Does the alley still exist?

Yeah, a lot of the buildings
around it have changed,

but it's still on the map.

Okay good, get your coats.

Find Jack and tell him
to meet us out front.

[Door slamming]

Where are you going?

Crime scene.

No.

How did I know you
were gonna say that?

Everything you need is in
the documents I provided.

If you're such an expert
on criminal investigation,

why are you wasting our time?

No one leaves this building.

[She sighs] We think that

one of renfield's
witnesses was lying.

How do you know?

Apart from being good
at our jobs, you mean?

We don't think he
physically could have seen

what he claimed to have seen.

And you want to check
that on the real location?

[Sandra] Yeah.

It will have changed too much.

This is how we work.

Now you either let us do
our jobs, or there's the door.

Miss Pullman.

Detective superintendent
Pullman, back in an hour.

[Door slamming]

This is how you let
them speak to you?

No Stephen, it's how I
let them speak to you.

- Jack.
- Aha, here we are.

Not now, Sandra.

Now then, this
is the exact spot,

where according to John
Harper, the coachman,

Abigail padua ran out
from under that archway

and into the street
and in front of his cart.

[Horse neighing]

Causing the horse to rear
up, and the cart axle to break.

It was quite a serious
traffic incident at the time.

Now, in his statement, Harper
reckoned that moments later,

a man emerged from the
archway and gave chase.

Any idea where she
was coming from?

No, but we know
where she ended up.

[Girl panting]

So, this is where she died.

Now, this is my problem.

Thomas Quinn, our night
watchman, was working up there

on the night of
the murder, right?

[Sandra] That's the coffee jar.

Exactly, now, according
to the statement

he gave renfield's men,

he saw a tall man
in a dark coat,

emerging from the
alleyway and heading off,

down in that direction.

Now he says, he
saw the man turn left,

down at the end there,
but there's no line of sight.

You can't see the bag of sugar

from the first floor
of the coffee jar.

Then, why would he lie?

And why didn't renfield
spot this at the time?

Oh, there were lots of witnesses

and lots of
conflicting statements.

Maybe he was taken off the case

before he had a chance
to follow them all up.

And this is the
actual alley, is it?

Yeah,

I think Jack's right.

The witness statements are what

threw renfield's investigation,

because Quinn said
the killer turned left,

onto the main road, but
there was another witness,

George boole, who says
he saw the same man

running south, down the
street behind these buildings.

- One of them's wrong.
- Or lying.

[Phone ringing]

So, this was where
she was killed, yeah?

Yeah, her body was found here.

[Sandra] Did anyone
actually see it happen?

Nope, no witnesses
to the murder itself.

She should have kept running.

Why?

Well, rather than hide 'ere
and hope he didn't find her,

if she'd kept going, she
would have been in the clear.

Yeah, she couldn't have done,

because that was a
dead end back then.

This building was a factory,
but originally it was l-shaped,

so it went right
across the end there,

so, there was no way through.

Then it was bombed
during the blitz,

and that half was made into a,

a throughway when they.

[Sandra] When they what?

[Gerry] Where's he off to now?

- This is maiden Lane.
- Yeah, so?

Well, this other witness
who said he saw a man

running down this street
in the opposite direction,

gave his address
as 10 maiden Lane.

It was all one building;

before the blitz
this was a dead end.

This building is new,
but back in 1851.

This would have
been 10 maiden Lane.

Right.

Now two witnesses, two
doors, on two different streets,

both leading into
the same building.

Yeah, but the
building was empty.

Apart from Thomas Quinn.

So, who was George boole?

And which one of
them sent the police

on a wild goose chase?

Jack halford's an
interesting one.

Whiter than white,
on the surface,

role model I'd have thought;

hard-working, diligent,
tenacious, intelligent,

good leader of men.

Yes.

[Coffee slurping]

That is without doubt,

the worst cup of
coffee I've ever had.

What point are you
trying to make about Jack?

He was a detective chief
superintendent when he retired.

That's right.

A position he achieved
through honest, hard work?

Yes.

Oh, come now.

You don't know Jack.

Well, one of us doesn't
know him, that's for sure.

Has he told you,
he's leaving, yet?

He's retiring to France.

Is he?

Good for him.

Thomas Quinn, George
boole and John Harper,

the coach driver, all
claimed to have seen

a tall man in a
dark coat and hat,

in the vicinity of
Abigail padua's murder.

And we don't think
that Thomas Quinn

could have seen what
he claimed to have seen

from the first floor
window of that factory,

and there's a question
Mark next to George boole,

because the address
we have for him

turns out to be in the
same empty building

where Quinn was a nightwatchman.

All these women here
were local prostitutes,

who claimed to have
been variously harassed

by someone matching
the killer's description.

It's noise.

How do you mean?

Well, they're all
conflicting accounts,

they can't all be true.

The police don't
know what to believe,

so they can't get anywhere
with the investigation.

Yeah, maybe so.

Gerry, I want you to
look into all the witnesses,

find out who they were,
what happened to them?

Let's see if hindsight
can give us a better idea

of who was lying and who wasn't.

Right you are.

There's a load of figures
in this file, calculations,

presumably Abigail padua's.

I think they might relate
to that investment package

she was working on, you know,

that went belly
up when she died.

Do you think you can
make any sense of them?

Well, I could try.

The padua company went bust,
did anyone benefit from that?

A business competitor,
or someone involved

in a family feud, maybe?

Then there's this:

Abigail padua's
jewellery was taken,

presumably to make the
police think it was a robbery,

but this ring here,
is quite distinctive.

Now I know it's a long shot,

but let's get an image
out there and see

if it turned up
anywhere, subsequently.

Very good, miss Pullman.

I'm sorry, detective
superintendent.

What are you not telling us?

Er, you're ahead of
me now, I'm afraid.

No, no we're not.

No, because nothing
we've discovered so far

would explain your
interest in this case.

- Ah.
- So?

Abigail padua was my
mother's great-grandmother.

This crime has haunted
my family for generations.

It was my mother's
dying wish that I should

discover the truth about
what happened to Abigail.

Abigail padua didn't
have any children.

Well, it can't be that, then.

I'll be in your office,
if you need me.

Do knock.

[Door clattering]

[Tense music]

[Phone beeping]

- Jack?
- Hmm?

[Brian] What do
you make of this?

What?

[Machine whirring]

Phaw, you don't
wanna ask me, Brian.

You're much better at all
this financial stuff than I am.

[Tense music]

[People chattering]

[Phone ringing]

[Gerry coughing]

[Phone beeping]

Oh er, I'll be back in a minute.

[Door clattering]

Gerry, what are you doing?

It's a woman.

What woman?

Elizabeth green.

Nearly all his outgoing
and incoming calls

over the last few days,
including that last one,

Elizabeth green.

Maybe it's a girlfriend?

Of course.

Girlfriend, don't be stupid.

Well what then?

Well, you think
it's a girlfriend?

Well, what else could it be?

Well, I dunno, but not Jack, no.

He, he's leaving
us for a bit of skirt?

I doubt she's a
bit of skirt, Brian.

[Brian] What about Mary?

Mary's dead.

Oh, so that's a licence for
him to shack up in France

with the, the first girl that
flutters her eyelashes, is it?

This is Jack we're talking
about Brian, not Benny hill.

Huh.

Look, if he wants
to talk to us about it,

then that's fine, but we
can't worry about it today.

We must focus on this case.

5th of January, 1851.

Interview with Sidney padua esq.

It is Mr. Padua's assertion

that he was working
late at his office

on the night of
the 4th of January,

and that he was not expecting
to see his sister, Abigail,

until office hours
commencing at eight o'clock

the following morning.

6th of January, I
share with Mr. Padua,

my concern that he bears
a striking resemblance

to a man seen by
several witnesses

in the vicinity of
Abigail padua's murder.

Mr. Padua insists
that he was in his office

at the time of the murder.

7th of January.

- [Man shouting]
- [Weapon whacking]

Mr. Padua denies being
involved in any altercations

with women of low repute
in the weeks proceeding

Abigail padua's death.

He also denies reports by
members of his household staff,

that he and his sister enjoyed
a tempestuous relationship.

I came out into the hallway,

and Mr. Padua and miss
Abigail, they were arguing.

[Fist thumping]

And then he struck
her across the face.

How dare you, inspector!

This is the third time
you've come to my house,

and the third time you've
chosen to insult me.

Renfield had his sights
firmly fixed on Sydney padua.

Did he ever talk to a man
called William Anderson?

Not so far, why who's he?

Padua's most
obvious business rival.

When padua and co went
under, Anderson cleaned up.

There was
speculation at the time,

that he'd somehow
bet against padua,

but er, don't ask me
how all that works.

But it would require that
Anderson knew in advance

that padua's investment
scheme would collapse.

Renfield wouldn't
have known about that.

The case was closed before
anything about investments

would have come out.

Yeah, what was it, two weeks?

It's a bit quick, innit.

A lot of very important people
lost a lot of money, Gerry.

They wouldn't have
wanted it known

they'd invested in
a shaky scheme,

cooked up by a bloke
suspected of murdering his sister.

Hence, there's only one
copy of the renfield report.

[Brian] And why there's
absolutely nothing

about this case online.

[Metal box clanking]

And hence Fisher's burn-bag,

and what the hell is he up to?

I dunno, but I do think
Sydney padua is our man,

and whatever he did
must be connected to now,

or else he wouldn't
be so interested.

Took them long
enough to focus, didn't it?

I feel like I'm presiding
over a detention.

Huh, are you sulking, Robert?

How did you know
Jack was leaving?

But I know lots of things.

How did Pullman take it?

We haven't had much of a
chance to discuss it, have we.

[Stephen] She's
losing her mentor.

[He sighs] I think she can
stand on her own two feet.

Oh, she's very capable,

too capable, wouldn't you say?

- The work we do here.
- Oh yes, I know, I know.

It's all very vital
and challenging.

So is cleaning the toilets
at the house of lords,

but we don't put
our best people on it.

She's here because
she wants to be.

She's very loyal to this team.

Interesting that you
say it that way round.

I wonder if it's not
their loyalty to her,

that keeps her here?

Ucos wouldn't survive
Pullman leaving, would it?

- I don't know.
- Oh, yes you do.

You might find
someone to replace her,

but you'd very likely
lose the team dynamic,

if dynamic is the right word.

Pullman knows that; She
has no partner, no children,

her father committed suicide,

her mother...

Surely, Sandra Pullman is
here because it's the only place

she actually feels wanted.

Is this conversation
useful, Stephen?

Well it's interesting, human
nature, don't you find?

If you understand what
makes someone tick,

they become predictable.

I wouldn't call anyone
out there predictable.

Oh, but they are Robert.

You wait and see.

[Jack] See if we can
get back to you sooner.

Uh-huh, yes I see.

Well now, perhaps you
could arrange a meet?

There's something weird
going on with these numbers.

I love conversations
that start like that.

This algorithm that
Abigail padua invented

for the investment company,

I've been feeding the
numbers into a spreadsheet

and it works like a dream,
until the inputs get too high.

What does that
actually mean, Brian?

Well, it means that
if too many people

invest too much money,
the whole thing collapses

and everyone loses.

[Gerry] Well, that's
what happened isn't it?

Could it have been deliberate?

Revenge, you mean?

Well, according
to renfield's report,

Sydney padua didn't
treat Abigail very well.

Well, it's hard to tell if
this flaw is intended or not.

There are annotations
alongside Abigail's calculations

and they're initialled jg.

Presumably Joseph
gleick, our second victim.

The annotation suggests that
he'd also spotted the problem.

So why didn't they warn Sidney?

Well, maybe they did
and he didn't believe 'em?

Or he didn't wanna hear it.

If someone warns you,

that your company
is about to go under?

It could have been too
late to do anything about it.

Plus wealthy, influential
people have invested with you.

You're gonna lose a lot of face,

by giving them their money back,

just because you've
got the numbers wrong.

You're gonna go under
either way though, aren't you?

So there's only one thing to do.

William Anderson.

Well, we know Anderson
made a lot of money

when padua and co went under;

he couldn't have done
that without a tip-off.

Sydney goes to
his biggest rival,

presumably under a different
name, and bets against himself.

The investment goes belly-up.

And Sydney makes a fortune.

No, no, no, but did he, though?

Now, I thought he
left London penniless?

He'd have to make it
appear that way, wouldn't he?

And the only flies
in the ointment,

would be Abigail padua
and Joseph gleick.

Now, if they'd
already warned him,

and he hadn't
called the thing off,

then they'd know he
was up to something.

Find out where
Sydney padua went,

and more importantly
what kind of lifestyle

he had when he got there.

But yes, France would be
different, be more relaxing.

[Door clattering]

I hope, er something's
come up, I'll call you back.

[Door slamming]

- What's going on, Jack?
- With what?

Your sudden decision
to leave, for a start

and all these
secret phone calls.

They're not secret,
they're private.

And there's a lot of
things to do, Sandra.

You're seriously leaving?

- Yeah.
- France?

The ardeche, and it's
not a sudden decision,

I've been thinking about
leaving for 50 years.

In that case, you
could have given us

more than a day's notice.

Yes, well I was trying to
avoid this sort of conversation.

Well, it didn't work did
it, who's Elizabeth green?

Oh, so Gerry looked at my phone.

Yeah, because we're
worried about you,

and we don't understand why-

I don't want you
to worry about me.

Who is she?

It's none of your
business, Sandra.

If she's the reason you're
leaving, it is my business.

I'm leaving because I'm fed up.

I didn't join the
force to put up

with the political
machinations of strickland

and Fisher and all their kind.

Yet, that's all I
seem to have done,

for the last five decades.

Fine, why don't you
do what you want, Jack,

please yourself.

Is there anybody else i'm
supposed to be pleasing?

Is there anybody else i'm
supposed to be responsible for?

No.

Are you trying to tell me,

you can't stand on
your own two feet?

I just don't want you to go.

Well, why didn't you
say that in the first place?

Would it have made a difference?

No, but at least it
would have avoided

this ridiculous conversation.

Come on, let's get back to work.

[Door clattering]

[Door clicking]

Now, witnesses, these
women were all on the game.

And according to
renfield's report,

they all claim to
have been hassled

by a tall man in a dark coat

in the two weeks
prior to Abigail's death.

But none of them came
forward until after the murder.

Now, renfield
was iffy about 'em,

and I think he was right to be.

I reckon they were paid
to tell porkies to the cops.

Can we prove that?

No, there's no
way of tracing 'em

or checking whether they
suddenly came into money.

What about Quinn and co?

Well, that is more interesting.

In the 1851 census,
there was a Thomas Quinn

living within a few
streets of the factory

where he was night watchman but,

he doesn't appear
on the 1861 census.

Tell them about the bomb.

Now I'm coming to that, Brian,

the factory was
bombed in the blitz.

So I did a little search
and I came up with this.

Now, the bomb that landed
on the factory didn't explode.

[Bell ringing]

But it caused a lot of damage,

when it fell
through the building

and buried itself
in the basement.

When the bomb
disposal crews turned up

to dig it out and diffuse it,

they found the body
of a 30 year old man,

which they reckon had
been buried in the dirt,

under the basement
for a hell of a long time.

Thomas Quinn?

Well, can't prove it;

there's no way of
matching those bones,

wherever they are, to Quinn's,

but what is interesting
is the cause of death.

He was bludgeoned.

Skull caved in, in three places.

What about this other witness,

the one with a
different address,

that turned out to be
in the same building?

George boole.

Never existed.

At least he's not on any
census that I've found.

And Thomas Quinn
couldn't have seen

what he claimed to have
seen from that first floor window.

[Brian] No.

But he saw something.

Well, there's a
window at the back,

overlooking the crime scene.

[Jack] So Quinn could have been

a witness to the actual murder?

[Sandra] And the killer saw him.

So, he finishes
with Abigail padua,

and then he pays
Thomas Quinn a little visit.

- [Man screaming]
- [Weapon whacking]

He takes the body down to
the basement, and he buries it.

So he buries Quinn,
cleans himself up,

and then he's about to slip
away, but the alarm has gone up.

[Alarm rattling]

And there are police everywhere.

Maybe one of them
knocks on the door,

looking for witnesses,

or maybe the killer comes
out of his own accord?

Either way, he's
improvising, now.

Quinn's murder was spur of
the moment, but he doesn't panic.

He turns all this
to his advantage.

He identifies himself to
the police as Thomas Quinn,

and sends them off
in the wrong direction.

But he can't leave the building,

because he's told them
he's the night watchman.

So, he goes back
through the factory.

And out the back door?

And there he meets
more policemen,

whereupon he identifies
himself as George boole,

and he sends those policemen off

in a completely
different direction.

So, it's like Jack said,
he's creating noise.

He's confusing the police

with contradictory
witness statements.

So Quinn and boole,
are both the killer.

It does fit.

We can't prove it.

You don't have to prove it.

But, as you all variously
pointed out earlier,

it's a little late to arrest
anyone for this crime.

I just want to know
what happened.

But why?

Please, continue.

Well, all of this
actually means is

that all our
witnesses are fakes.

No, no, not all of 'em.

- John Harper.
- The outlier,

he doesn't fit the pattern.

No, I reckon he's legit.

Abigail Patrick ran
in front of his coach.

- [Man shouting]
- [Horse neighing]

And caused this huge pile up.

Now, he described the
man who was chasing her,

and I think he was the only
one who was telling the truth.

So what happened to him?

- Murdered.
- You're kidding?

[Gerry] Two weeks
later, down by the river.

- How?
- Skull caved in,

it looked like a
robbery, maybe it was.

And maybe it wasn't.

It does make sense, though.

Harper had already
made his statement,

which was woolly at
best, so why kill 'im?

He'd seen the murderer.

Yeah, but his description was
so general as to be useless.

No, that's not the
point, he'd seen him,

which means there was a
good chance he'd recognise him,

if he saw him again.

Gerry, what was the date
of John Harvey's murder?

30th of January.

The date on this newspaper
is February the second.

John Harper might not have given

a very good
description of the killer.

But he'd of
recognised the picture,

and Sidney padua must have known

that piece was about to
appear with his picture attached.

So, we're back to Sydney padua.

It's only circumstantial though.

It doesn't need to
be anything more.

Excuse me, but yes it does.

If you're forcing us to
pursue this nonsense,

at least we'll do it properly.

Professional to
the last, Mr. Halford.

[Door slamming]

What outcome are you
hoping for here, Stephen?

I've told you before
Robert, your clearance level-

I mean, when is this over?

It seems pretty clear
Sydney padua killed his sister.

Brian Lane thinks
that's circumstantial.

Huh, and you said
that was enough.

Lane's an odd fish, isn't he?

Does he still sneak the
occasional drink, do you think?

No.

Can't ever be sure
though, can you.

You can never fully
trust someone like that.

I do.

What would it take, I wonder?

Bad day at work, some bad news,

possibly a friend or
loved one in poor health?

They say an alcoholic's
always looking for a reason.

And who's they?

Well, that's true.

I didn't answer your question.

I don't require proof that
Sidney padua killed his sister,

I doubt that's even available,

but I need to know for
certain what happened.

And then you're going to
destroy all the documentation?

Yes, yours was not the
reason why I'm afraid.

[Door clattering]

I thought we were knocking.

Ellis Finch.

[Stephen] I'm sorry?

The finance company?

The finance company.

Well?

What have you found?

We're asking the questions now.

Well I certainly am,
what's going on?

One of the items of jewellery
taken from Abigail padua

was a very distinctive
ring, this ring.

It was sold to a museum
at a charity auction

in New York in 1987.

Who was the seller?

Joshua Ellis.

[Robert] Of Ellis-Finch?

A company which last year
was involved in the collapse

of two mortgage companies,

and who are now brokering a deal

to let some big
Chinese corporation

take over one of our
largest pension funds.

And god knows what happens

to all those pensions,
when they do.

What's the connection, Stephen?

Between?

Do you honestly expect us
to believe it's a coincidence

that a 160 year old case
is suddenly connected

to a current major financial
deal, involving the Chinese?

Well, I really can't
control what you believe.

The game's up, Stephen.

You actually do
say that, do you?

I'm here because
I was led to believe

there might be a connection
between Joshua Ellis

and the murder of Abigail padua.

So why didn't you tell us?

Because there's a difference

between mounting
an investigation

and seeking to
prove an hypothesis.

I find the former to
be a little more, honest.

There may have been no
such connection after all.

Well, now we know there is,

would you like to share
the nature of it with us?

No, I have no idea, I'm afraid.

I was assuming that
would be your team's

next course of inquiry.

Who told you about
this in the first place?

You know better than to ask.

Even I didn't think
you'd involve ucos

in something like this.

[Door slamming]

Something like what?

This is political.

You're a representative
of the UK government,

tasking us to investigate an
international investment scheme

involving the Chinese.

You make it sound so sinister.

Well, I'm sure to the tens
of thousands of people,

whose pensions are at risk
of this scheme, it is sinister.

We don't know yet, do we?

There may be a perfectly
innocent explanation

as to how that ring came
into Joshua Ellis's possession.

You don't believe
that for a second.

Not for a second, no.

Talk to me about Gerry standing.

No, I don't think I will.

Well, according to the bumph
in this auction catalogue,

that ring was an
Ellis family heirloom.

Yeah, right.

[Brian] Well, it
could have been.

How's that?

Depending on how far back
you can trace the Ellis family?

No, but that's the thing,

I've gone as far back as I can,

and the first one I come
up with is Henry Ellis,

who turned up in
New York in 1852.

The year after the murders?

Where'd he come from?

There's no record of that.

He just seems to appear out
of nowhere, but he's got money,

because a few
months later he started

an investment firm in Manhattan.

And that's the firm that went
on to become Ellis-Finch.

- Pictures?
- No, and that's weird as well

because in New York, in
those days, well like today,

if you're rich and
moving in the right circles,

somebody is gonna
take a photograph of yer.

But Henry Ellis seems to be

more than a little camera-shy.

Well maybe he'd
learned his lesson,

after that newspaper article.

So we still have
no concrete link

between Sydney
padua and Henry Ellis?

Not concrete, no,
but here's the kicker.

Five years later, he got
married and had two children,

a boy and a girl,

Abigail and Joseph.

What, he names his kids
after two people he's killed?

It's what it sounds like.

That's it then; Fisher said

he didn't need
any hard evidence.

What we've got is
circumstantial, but pretty damning.

Yeah, but what's
the point of it all.

We can't prove that Joshua Ellis

knows the truth
about his ancestry.

And even if he does, he's not
responsible for the murders.

He wouldn't be
where he is today,

without them though, would he?

If Sidney hadn't killed
his sister and gleick,

and bet against his own company,

then Ellis-Finch wouldn't exist.

Yeah, but who cares now?

The Chinese.

Very important, family history.

Especially when you're
trusting your money

to a family who made
theirs by ripping off investors.

[Jack] It wasn't him.

Who wasn't 'im?

Sidney padua.

Guess where he went,
when he left London?

It's not gonna be
New York, is it?

He went home, well sort of.

Padua?

He died in 1881
in a little village,

just outside padua, Italy.

He wasn't living in
an enormous mansion

by any chance was he?

He was a shoe salesman,
for nearly 30 years.

He had three daughters
and was practically penniless.

Well, I know the feeling.

So Sydney padua didn't
become Henry Ellis?

Nope.

And he didn't kill 'is
sister or Joseph gleick

or the coachman?

- No.
- [Pen clattering on the desk]

But what about the
photo in the paper,

and the timing of the
coachman's death?

Coincidence, it wasn't him.

Then, who was it?

We don't know.

Well, that's ridiculous.

How many people
could it have been?

In London 1851, 2 million maybe?

Don't be facetious, Mr. Halford.

He's not being.

If it wasn't Sidney padua,
then it could have been anyone.

Anyone linked
to the Ellis family?

You can only link
to the Ellis family,

once you've decided
what two things

you're trying to link together.

Huh, it's just simple logic.

Logic, boolean logic.

Why did the killer
pick that name?

George boole, you mean?

Yeah, well it was probably
spur of the moment.

He's just buried Thomas Quinn,

he sent the police off
on a wild goose chase,

he's improvising like mad,
but he thinks he's home and dry.

So, he calmly walks out
through the back door,

bang into more policemen.

And he identifies
himself as George boole.

This newspaper, have we
got the rest of this newspaper?

Yeah, I have somewhere.

[Robert] What
have you got, Brian?

Boole was a famous
victorian mathematician.

There you go.

Boolean logic, yeah.

It's like binary, you
know ones and zeroes.

Aha,

who plucks a name like that

out of his head on the
spur of the moment?

You?

It's gotta be another
mathematician, 'im.

That's gleick.

It's an etching
from a photograph,

and a very good likeness.

Published on the same day

as the picture of Sydney padua.

Two days after the coachman

who saw the killer, was killed.

Now, we've been assuming
that the coachman was killed

to stop him
identifying a picture

of Sidney padua
in the newspaper,

but maybe it was to stop
him identifying another picture,

due to be published that day,

to accompany an
obituary of Joseph gleick.

Well, obituary is the point
surely, gleick was dead.

Well no, not necessarily.

Gleick's house was
burnt to the ground

and gleick was never seen again.

No remains were ever found,

and I doubt if any
were looked for.

So, as far as the southwark
police were concerned,

he died in the fire.

And if gleick knew that
the investment algorithm

wasn't gonna work?

Maybe you were right before,

maybe it was
designed not to work.

These annotations, maybe
gleick wasn't correcting Abigail;

maybe he was
collaborating with 'er.

They decided to
have a go at Sydney,

for what he'd done to Abigail
and make a profit on the side.

[Sandra] But if at some point,

Abigail had a change of heart.

It doesn't take an
expert to realise

that not only Sydney
would be hurt,

a lot of people would also
lose their money on that deal.

So she goes to warn Sydney.

She's a brave girl,

considering how Sydney
would have reacted.

But gleick knows that
if she gets to Sydney,

then not only will
his profit disappear,

but he'll be in serious trouble.

[Weapon whacking]

This is another hypothesis.

It seems like a
pretty good one to me.

And one we can prove.

How?

Well, look at this,

these are the articles
of incorporation

for the company that
Henry Ellis set up in 1852.

Look at that, I mean we'd
need an expert to verify it.

Yeah, but that's the
same handwriting.

It was Joseph gleick, all along.

What are you gonna do?

Do?

I need renfield's
original report,

all the documents you've
used, every note you've made,

the physical samples
of gleick's handwriting-

we have evidence here.

Of a crime that was committed
a century and a half ago.

And as you've all taken
great pains to point out,

that's hardly relevant today.

Yes, it is relevant.

That information could
stop this Ellis-Finch deal,

with the Chinese

he doesn't want it stopped.

He wants to make
sure it can't be stopped.

And like Jack said,

this is a pension fund
they're interfering with,

it's people's lives.

He doesn't care
about that, Brian.

Whether I care or not,
that's not the business I'm in.

What business are you in?

I serve the national interest.

And it's more
important for the nation

to make nice with
China and keep people

like Joshua Ellis
happy than it is

to protect hundreds of
thousands of pensioners, is it?

You're not even aware of
how naive that sounds, are you?

I think it's time
you left, Stephen.

By all means.

Empty handed, I'm afraid.

Ah.

It's one thing to come in
here and requisition this team

for your own
private investigation.

It's quite another to
make us all complicit

in the destruction of evidence
in a murder investigation,

especially one which
may have implications

in the present day, on
the international stage.

You've been
rehearsing that speech.

The evidence will stay here,

pending a conversation I'm
gonna have with the commissioner.

I see.

How do you envisage that
conversation playing out?

Well, we'll have
to see, won't we.

Er, I can tell you
if you're interested.

The conversation ends
with you handing over to me,

everything I've asked for,

just prior to writing
your letter of resignation.

Hah, I won't be
threatened by you, Stephen.

I know you'd
like us all to think

that your power
extends that far.

Not my power Robert,

the power of the
British government,

brandishing the
official secrets act,

to which you are all subject,

and the contravention of which,

brings with it
consequences far graver

than you seem to be considering.

Those of you who
still have careers,

consider what you
will do without them.

Those of you who don't,

consider how your
loved ones will cope,

while you live out the
twilight of your lives

at her majesty's pleasure.

Now, I suggest you put
the documents in the bag

and put today's events
very firmly out of your minds.

[Papers rustling]

Wise decision, Mr. Halford.

Shove it.

[Papers rustling]

We must do this again,
Robert, always a pleasure.

[Door squeaking]

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

There was nothing we could do.

Well, I think we've
earned a drink.

You up for that, Jack?

Got a couple of
things I want to do,

I'll meet you there.

What do you wanna do?

Couple of errands, I'll
see you in about an hour.

[Door squeaking]

Well, that was quick.

Maybe he's got a date?

A what?

Perhaps there's more
to Jack's retirement

than meets the eye?

Yeah, I think we should throw

a load of drink down his throat

and then just ask him outright.

[Sandra] Go gently, I
don't want it turning nasty.

Are you coming, Brian?

Yes, yes of course, I'll
er, I'll just tidy up 'ere first.

Work starts again
tomorrow, Brian,

we'll finish the Kirby case,

so Jack can draw
a line under it.

I'll just close the
computer down.

Suit yourself.

[Brian] I'll see you in the pub.

See ya.

[Door squeaking]

[People chattering]

[Tense music]

[Papers rustling]

[Phone beeping]

It's me,

yes it's done.

The information will be in the
papers in the next day or so.

No, I have no idea which
one of them leaked it.

I think our Mr. Ellis will
have plenty to worry about,

without stringing up
some retired policeman.

Exactly. [He laughs]

I suggest it gets put
down to yet another

careless civil servant leaving
his homework on the train.

Hm, well mission accomplished.

We should let sleeping
plods lie I think, don't you?

[Phone beeping]

Good luck, Jack.

[Rain splashing]

[Brian] They think
you've got a fancy woman.

Bloody hell, Brian, what are
you doing sneaking around?

I was waiting for yer.

And you couldn't
wait in the pub?

I wanted to warn you.

They think you've
got a fancy woman.

Ah, Elizabeth green,
it's not what you think.

It's not what they think.

[He sighs] You understand them

being suspicious
though, don't you?

It's all been a bit sudden.

They think I'm running
off to France with a floozy,

what do they think I am?

A liar.

You even had me
believing it for a while,

until I saw you switch
those documents on Fisher.

I saw that, and I thought,

"why would Jack risk
everything for this?

Why would he risk
his whole future?"

That's when I looked
up Elizabeth green.

Brian.

Yeah, the Elizabeth
green hospice.

I'm going to the ardeche,

the hospice is
arranging the medication

I need to take with me.

When did you find out?

A few weeks ago.

It's in the liver, er
nothing they can do.

We're yer friends.

I don't want any fuss.

We're yer friends!

Yes you are, and I want
you to remember me as I am.

I want to go away to
a place that's special

to Mary and me,

and just be there, with
her and our memories.

When are you going?

Asap.

Will you do something
for me, Brian?

Yeah, of course
I will, anything.

Don't tell anyone.

Not until after.

And I don't want anyone
to try and stop me,

or anyone coming after me,

or anyone trying to
get in touch with me.

It's just me and Mary,

understand?

Yeah.

Now, get into that pub
and put on a brave face.

I'm so sorry, Jack.

Brave face, Brian,

and mine's a large scotch.

[Melancholy music]

[Rain splashing]

[Thunder booming]

[Door squeaking]

[People cheering]

[Melancholy music]