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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, doing 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 ♪

[Reporters talking agitatedly]

All right, okay!

I will make a statement if I
can just hear myself think!

I'm delighted that the tribunal
has reached this verdict.

This judgement
represents an opportunity

for all organisations
to shatter glass ceilings.

There is no room for
sexism in the workplace,

no room for sexism
in any place in 2014.

So this is one small
battle won, thank you.

Ms Willis?

You spent the first few years

of your life on greenham common.

Is it fair to say
that your upbringing

provided you with the tenacity

which has helped see you win

this case against
your ex-employer?

I've no doubt the
two are linked, yes.

You mother fought
hard for women's rights

as well as protesting trident.

She must be very proud.

Was she with you at court today?

She couldn't be here
unfortunately, no.

Would you still call
yourself an activist?

Well, if by activist
you mean being

a vigorous supporter
of a political cause,

then yes, absolutely
I am an activist.

And your father was an activist?

You're going to have
to be a bit clearer

about where you're
heading with this.

It's merely an observation.

Two very different approaches.

You've gone down a
more legal route, your father

adopted a bit of a different
approach, didn't he?

My father was a
terrorist, it's no secret.

Neither does it have any
relevance to this tribunal.

That's all for now, thank you.

Do you know how much
she got in damages?

200,000 apparently.

200 grand for
sexual discrimination.

What a load of bollocks.

Yeah, I think that's the
point she's making, Gerry.

So she didn't get the
promotion she wanted.

I didn't get the bloody
promotion I wanted, either.

Slightly more to
it than that, Gerry.

And as criminal
as it might seem,

that's not what
we're looking at here.

Winston lovett was an activist

heavily involved with
a group in the eighties

called protest for peace.

On Thursday 4th June 1982,

he attempted a terrorist attack

at a demonstration against
trident in central London.

Court records show
he was carrying an ied.

Improvised explosive device.

Where I come from,
that's a homemade bomb.

Well, when made by novices
or with substandard materials

they can either fail to detonate

or detonate too
early, killing the maker.

Which is exactly what
happened to lovett.

[Steve] Own goal, eh?

A few days after this
press conference aired,

bryony Willis received
an anonymous note.

"Your father was no
terrorist, he was murdered."

[Steve] Let's have a look.

Fingerprints have gone
through ident1, no match.

Could be someone that
he was close to at the time,

possibly another activist.

And we're really going to
waste our time and energy

following this up?

Some hippie terrorist?

Contradiction in terms, there.

A loony then.

Look, a known agitator blows

himself to smithereens, so what?

[Sasha's phone beeps]

Then 30-odd years later,

some other loony cries
murder and everyone jumps!

In my day, you ignored loonies.

You listening, guvnor?

Sorry.

Why would a peace campaigner
plant a bomb anyway?

We're talking about political
activists not terrorists.

Is there a difference?

A big one, yes.

Well, look at animal
rights campaigners.

I mean, god forbid anybody
hurts little fluffy bunny

but it's fine to
stick a nail bomb

through somebody's letterbox.

I mean, it's totally
contradictory.

Maybe that's the whole point.

Perversely, it sort
of makes sense.

What better way to
highlight the inanity

of nuclear weaponry
than by attempting

to blow up a load
of innocent people.

Well, I think it's a
waste of bleeding time.

Gerry, what are you always
telling me about instinct?

Ah now, that's better!

In 2005 there was a
body found in wapping,

scrote on scrote,
and I always reckoned

a bloke called Gary Talbot
was involved someway.

Well, he's just been nicked.

You reckon we can
make him cop, guvnor?

Great, we'll come back to that

once we've dealt with
this case, shall we?

Danny, with me.

What case?

I'm not deaf, Gerry.

I know it's a cliche,
but you never get bored

of that view, do you?

"Architecture aims at
eternity", Christopher wren.

He designed st Paul's.

It is stunning, though.

"Earth has not anything
to show more fair

- "dull...
- "Dull would he be of soul

"who could pass by a sight
so touching in its majesty.

"This city now doth,
like a garment, wear

"the beauty of the
morning, silent, bare."

Wordsworth, he's a poet?

Lovely home you
have, mrs Willis.

Did you expect
me to live in a tent?

[Ms Willis chuckles]

And it's ms not
mrs, I'm not married.

Oh.

Nothing against
it as an institution.

I'd have happily
married Winston,

but he didn't want anything
to do with "the bastard state",

as he called it.

He's not even named on
bryony's birth certificate.

[Gerry] Thank you.

He refused to come to
the registry office with me.

"I don't need a
sodding piece of paper

"to tell me I'm my
daughter's father."

Now, I did have a
problem with that.

But still, there was
no budging him.

Slice of Victoria sponge?

It's gluten free.

[Gerry] Oh, yeah.

[Bryony] It wasn't orgies
every night of the week

and sitting round a campfire

knitting dream
catchers on greenham.

Take a seat.

[Sasha] Thank you.

I had to clear my plate
and do my homework,

get to bed early just
like any other child.

[Sasha] Do you have any
idea who sent the note?

No.

Why bring it to the police?

I never doubted
what my father did

and I grew up hating him for it.

I think if there's even
the faintest possibility

that it's not true,
then I have to know.

[Gerry] Now, this note
that your daughter received.

Have you any idea
who's behind it?

None.

Do you think he was
murdered, Alison?

What I think doesn't
matter, does it?

You're the police.

Yes, and we need your help.

What you think
matters a great deal.

I've never thought
he was murdered, no.

But then I never thought
he'd plant a bomb.

Bryony, you were six
when your father died.

Can you tell us
anything about that day?

Anything you can remember?

There was a coachload of
us that went up to London

for this protest, i'd
stayed up late with dad

the night before,
making a banner.

We arrived, and I remember
getting off the coach.

Everyone was
chanting and singing.

I was so little, I could
hardly see anything.

But I remember I
dropped my Teddy bear

and dad picked it up.

We were all being
pushed along by the crowd,

and I'm not sure how it happened

but somehow we got
separated from dad.

So I was walking with mum,

and we were
listening to speeches

and there were people cheering.

That was the last
time I saw him.

Then we heard this
massive explosion.

[Bomb exploding
and people screaming]

From a side street.

Mum grabbed me and the
police swarmed, that was it.

Must have been difficult.

Losing your dad, the
inquest afterwards,

all that media attention.

I think I must have
just blocked it out.

I know I was very
young when he died,

but I can remember him.

Things like carrying
me up to bed

and reading stories, you know.

Sitting on his shoulders.

He was a normal father,
he was a good dad.

I went through all
of this with the police

when it happened,
many, many times.

I had no idea.

We're not suggesting
you had anything

to do with the
planned attack that day.

I should hope not.

Look, we just need to find out

who wrote that note and
what's the truth behind it.

I don't know.

In fact, the only conclusion
I feel comfortable drawing

is that you can't
ever really know

the truth about anyone
or anything, can you?

Take bryony.

An incredibly talented artist,

gave it all up for a
career in banking.

Now, where that decision
came from, I have no idea.

I'm a social worker,
for heaven's sake.

I'd rather she
joined the police,

and that's saying something.

Being a police officer and
having a social conscience

aren't mutually
exclusive, you know.

I'm sure they're
not, I apologise.

Is that the three
of you together?

We were on holiday in dorset.

Beautiful memories.

I scattered his ashes there.

Pains my heart to keep it up,

pains my heart to take it down.

[Dan] Did your dad fall
out with other protestors?

Yep, all the time.

Men weren't really
welcome on greenham.

Mum said there was
always some ploy

to try and get him off the site.

The radfems in particular,

I think they believed that men

shouldn't be allowed
on greenham.

Any names?

Frances Kane was the
leader of the radfems

and there was always
some sort of strife

going on between her and my dad.

Apart from her, can't
really remember.

And what did your mum think
about you working in the city?

What's that got to do
with anything, sorry?

Well, it's a long way from
greenham common, isn't it?

I sold my soul to
the devil, apparently.

I think mum believes
that I deliberately

turned my back on everything

that she and dad
tried to instil in me,

but it's the opposite really.

We don't speak, we haven't
for several years, actually.

I'm late for a meeting.

Thank you for your time.

[Bryony] You're welcome.

Can I just ask something else?

[Bryony] Yes.

Curried porridge.

I saw a documentary
about greenham common,

apparently it was a stable diet.

Did you not eat...?

No, I never ate
curried porridge.

Right, well, thanks
for your time.

Well, thanks very much for
taking the time to talk to me.

Thank you, goodbye.

Right, David Thompson,
vegan outreach,

spent a lot of time at greenham.

He had a connection
to Winston lovett?

Dunno, he carped it 15
years ago, that was his missus.

But there's a lesson
to be learned here.

Mung beans kill.

He died from eating mung beans?

No, he got run over,
but it was probably

because he was so hungry,
he wasn't concentrating.

I mean personally,
I've got to have at least

one portion of red meat
a day or I get the shakes.

That's alcohol withdrawal.

How'd it go with bryony Willis?

No leads on who sent the note.

We could do with
talking to Frances Kane,

leader of the radfem
group on greenham.

Wanted Winston
lovett off the site,

they were arch
enemies, apparently.

How did you two get
on with Alison Willis?

Well, the only thing worth

mentioning about
her is her cake.

Best Victoria sponge
I've ever tasted

since my gran's, and
that's saying something.

Light as a feather!

Cold butter.

What?

The secret of a
good Victoria sponge.

Is it?

Well, if it's too soft, the
mixture becomes oily

and the finished
cake is too dense.

Is that a fact?

Anything you want
to share with us

that's maybe
relevant to the case?

Sorry, sorry, so we checked out

some of the other
greenham protestors

who were on site the
same time as Winston,

and one of them's got
links to the angry brigade.

[Dan] The angry brigade?

Yeah.

Britain's first urban
guerrilla group.

Yeah, I remember that
mob in the early seventies.

Plotted a string of bombings
against government buildings.

25 attacks carried
out, no deaths.

And there was a
member on greenham.

[Steve] Yeah, Mary griffiths,
record as long as your arm.

Mostly for activist
related crime.

She's in prison now.

Don't these
activists ever retire?

Just put their feet up and
watch 'cash in the attic'?

Er, could say the same about-

yes, yes, yes,
thank you very much.

Apparently there was a
fair amount of antagonism

between protest for peace
and the angry brigade.

Had the same goals but
very different methods.

We need to visit Mary griffiths.

Find out exactly how much
she had to do with lovett.

Okay, right.

Frances Kane is a
university lecturer.

Evolutionary
psychology and feminism,

so if it's all the same to you,

I'd prefer a trip to the Nick.

Do you know what
percentage of students

get a job that's actually
related to their degree?

[Steve] No, I don't,
but I've a funny feeling

you're just about to tell me.

[Gerry] Twenty percent.

[Steve] Is that a fact?

[Gerry] Yeah.

So that means there's
eighty percent of them

faffing about for three years

doing media studies or
some other airy fairy nonsense

and for what?

To become a mortgage advisor!

[Steve] Yeah, but it's
all about the experience,

though, isn't it?

[Gerry] Save me the
social conscience crap,

I'm paying for that experience.

That's very generous
of you, Gerry.

I tell you what, if they
want an experience,

tell them to get up at
five o'clock every morning,

do a 15-hour shift
covered in animal guts,

cause that's what I
was doing at their age.

And that is an experience!

Yeah, but to be fair, Gerry,

training as a butcher
doesn't have that much

to do with detective
work, now, does it?

That's not true actually.

Because once you
can quarter a cow

single handed without flinching,

huh, prepares you
for anything, doesn't it?

Students, don't know
their born, most of them.

No, I didn't think
Winston lovett

should have been
allowed at greenham.

It was a place for women,

one of the very
few places we had.

Sadly, things aren't
that much different now.

Bryony Willis said
that the radfem group

instigated a campaign to
get Winston lovett off the site.

You led that
campaign, didn't you?

Yes, yes I did.

Why are you asking
me about something

that happened over 30 years ago?

Well, a few days ago
Winston's daughter

got a note saying that
he'd been murdered.

Now, we've got to find out
who sent that note and why.

And you think I murdered him?

Okay, hands up, you got me.

I bumped him off and made
earrings out of his testicles.

Miss Kane.

The man blew himself
up, for god's sake.

I'm a feminist, not a
raging bloody maniac.

Do you have any idea who
might have wanted him dead?

None whatsoever.

Is my vagina bothering you?

Sorry.

No, no, it's very nice.

I had it made for
my 50th birthday.

I call it "my portrait".

You mean that's... you?

That is your...

Yes, yes, it's me.

I take it back about
quartering a cow.

It did not prepare me for that.

[Ominous music]

It's me.

We need to talk, now.

[Door rattling]

[Sasha] Thank you.

My first visitors this stretch.

Not quite what I was hoping for.

This is your sixth
custodial sentence?

Can't keep me out of the place.

Fine dining, widescreen
televisions, hot tubs.

It's exactly like you
read about in the papers.

What do you want?

Winston lovett.

He's dead!

Yes, we're fully
aware he's dead.

Mary, I understand
that we're probably

not topping your favourite
people's list right now,

but we'd really appreciate
some cooperation.

Is it true you were a
member of the angry brigade?

That in itself's not illegal.

I was never directly involved
in any of their campaigns.

But you do condone
what they did?

How were relations between

the angry brigade
and protest for peace?

I can only speak for myself.

Then would you
mind doing so, please?

I thought some were all right,

some were complete tossers.

And what about Winston
lovett, was he a complete tosser?

Winston was one of the
more dynamic members.

I'd go so far as to say we
were political kindred spirits.

Both of us were in
favour of direct action.

There were 96
missiles at greenham.

Each one was four
times more powerful

than the atomic bomb
that destroyed Hiroshima.

Now you think about
that for a second.

There's only so much singing
around a campfire you can do

before your realise
you're about as useful

as an ashtray on a motorbike!

You had to make yourself heard.

That's what Winston did.

Did he involve you in
his plans for the attack?

Unfortunately not.

Unfortunately?

Because I'd have
tried to talk him out of it

and he'd still be alive today!

That must have stung.

You political kindred spirit

not including you
in his master plan.

Not really.

Any decision he made would
have been about protecting me.

He had my best
interests at heart.

Really? How can you
be so sure about that?

Because we were in love.

So Alison finds out
that Winston and Mary

are having an affair, and what?

She plants a bomb on
him in a fit of jealous rage?

Talk about 50 ways
to leave your lover.

[Dan] Certainly an effective way

to deal with a cheating husband.

Let's get her in
first thing tomorrow.

What about Frances Kane?

Don't even go there.

Frightened the life
out of me, that woman.

I think she's got a bit of
a soft spot for you, Gerry.

Oh, don't!

Anyway, never struck
me as a cold-blooded killer.

Apparently Winston lovett
became something of a rockstar

in activist circles
after his death.

Yeah, well that lot love
a martyr, don't they?

Exactly, maybe the note
was from someone jealous

trying to knock
him off his perch.

What, 30 years later?

Some grudge.

It's a possibility.

Immaculately presented
two-bedroom apartment,

generously sized
rooms, two bathrooms,

recently refurbished,
viewing highly recommended.

Do you mind?

That's private.

Well sorry, but
it's not as though

you're looking up leather-clad
nympho grannies now, is it?

It's still private.

Okay, okay, take it easy.

You thinking of downsizing, Dan?

That's a good idea, isn't it?

I mean, you all on your
own, rattling round that house.

Well, I haven't made my
mind up yet, I'm just browsing.

Browsing?

Listen, you don't browse houses,

you browse in garden
centres, John Lewis.

But that property market
is hard out there, mate.

You go in there
with the attitude

that you're just browsing,
you're gonna get stiffed!

It's a difficult decision,
isn't it, selling your home?

No it isn't, what's
difficult about it?

He's on his own.

Holly still needs a room,

it's her house as
much as anyone's.

Well, yeah, Christmas,
summer holidays,

the occasional weekend,

but basically she's flown
the nest, hasn't she?

This is about you.

Exactly, it's my business.

Yeah, well you can't be
sentimental about it, mate!

At the end of the day,

all you're talking about
is bricks and mortar.

You've got to get your sensible
bonce on and really think...

[Door slams]

What's the matter with him?

Who knows?

Well, I certainly don't.

Come on, pub!

Couldn't have
put it better myself.

No, not for me, thanks.

I am going for a
drink with a friend.

[Gerry] Thought you
looked a bit dapper.

Who is the lucky sod?

[Sasha] None of your business!

Thank you, sash,
for coming tonight.

It's only dinner, it
really is just dinner.

I know, it's great
to see you though.

- I miss you.
- How's work?

Sorry.

Ned, you said you wouldn't
do that, you promised.

I know, I'm sorry.

It was going to come
out at some point tonight,

better now when i'm
sober and level headed.

Good evening, would you
like to see the wine list?

I think we're both fine
with water, thank you.

[Melancholy piano music]

Hello, yes.

I've seen a property
on your website

and I'd like to
arrange a viewing.

My name is Dan gryphon
and my number is 0-7-double...

[Ominous music]

[Door buzzes]

[Tense music]

[Sentimental piano music]

Sleep tight, little bean.

[Phone rings]

Hello?

Thank you for a lovely night.

I'm not expecting
you to say anything.

No, good.

I don't want you to
take this the wrong way,

but it was great not
talking about anything big.

[Sasha laughs]

That's not me trying to
wriggle out of anything.

Ned, I'm going, okay?

Yeah.

I mean it was just
great being with you.

[Sasha] Goodnight.

[Sad music]

[Alison] Mary
griffiths is a liar.

Why would she make
something like that up?

Because she's delusional.

Winston paid her
a bit of attention,

and she's taken it
completely the wrong way.

She said they had sex, Alison.

Right under your nose.

Must have been
pretty hard to hack.

I imagine it wasn't
much of a secret

around the camp, either.

[Sasha] You had no idea.

He didn't love her.

He wasn't the man
you thought he was,

though, was he, Alison?

He will have had his reasons.

It wasn't real.

I think Mary griffiths might
argue with you on that point.

She seemed pretty
convinced by him.

I can tell you for a
fact it wasn't real!

Why are you so sure about that?

Alison, why wouldn't
it have been real?

Whatever it is you're
not telling us, Alison,

we will find out, so I
suggest you cut to the chase

and tell us the truth
before we lose Patience.

How do you know for a fact

that Winston didn't have
feelings for Mary griffiths?

Because he was an
undercover police officer.

I found out about a
week before he died.

He'd been acting very
strangely for a while before that,

erratic, sort of unravelling.

I knew there was something
wrong, but I didn't know what.

And then one day,
he just cracked.

Of all the things I was
expecting him to tell me,

that was the very last.

He said he just couldn't
hold it in any more.

The relief on his face!

Like he'd been acquitted
of some awful crime.

Cried like a baby,
said he was glad.

And he didn't
mention Mary griffiths?

Just spoke about the pressure

they put on him
to get information.

[Dan] Special branch.

With Mary's links
to the angry brigade,

he must have been targeting her.

What about you, Alison?

What about me?

Come on, you can't
be that naive, surely.

Winston wasn't targeting me!

It had taken him
about five minutes

to know I was no
threat to anyone.

He told me the truth, then
a week later he was dead.

You sent the note, didn't you?

When I saw bryony on
television, I just couldn't bear it.

Telling everyone her
father was a terrorist.

I couldn't let her
go on thinking that.

So who do you
think killed Winston?

He'd been keeping his
bosses at special branch

at arm's length for a
long as he possibly could

so that he wouldn't
have to leave us.

We were going to go to
the demonstration that day

and then get as far
away as possible.

Leave in the campervan
and never come back.

They must have got wind of it.

You think special
branch killed Winston?

It's the only answer
that makes any sense.

He was a security threat now.

They couldn't risk
him revealing the truth,

so they silenced him forever.

Secrets act?

[Dac strickland] Yeah,
I need you to refer to it,

refresh your memories,
then sign, please.

[Sasha] Sir, can I
ask, what's going on?

Well, I wish I knew.

I've been looking up
all the relevant files

for that period, but they've
been seriously meddled with.

Any relating to
this case are either

redacted or missing altogether.

Information's pretty
scant, to be honest.

I did discover, however,

that Winston lovett's real
name was DC Benjamin harker.

Deep swimmer.

What?

That's what they
used to call the people

who went the whole hog

and adopted the
lifestyle of the people

they were supposed
to be infiltrating.

Yeah, yeah, there's
been quite a few

stories about that
recently, hasn't there, yeah.

You ever done any of this
swimming yourself, Danny?

I dabbled.

Exact circumstances
surrounding harker's death

have been omitted
for obvious reasons.

Quite apart from
the public scandal,

it would have
compromised every other

undercover operation
they had running at the time.

Sounds like he did a pretty
good job of that himself.

Why didn't they
just pull him out

as soon as they found out
that he'd fathered a child?

Well, possibly because
he was closing in

on their chief
suspect, Mary griffiths.

The security of any
undercover operation

had to take precedence

over other, less
crucial considerations.

Like people's lives.

What's he doing
carrying a real bomb?

That Mary griffiths, she had
to be involved somewhere.

Well, he might have gone rogue.

They can't have been
exactly over the moon

that their entire undercover
operation was threatened.

Harker was unravelling,

maybe special branch
couldn't take the risk.

You mean like, collateral
damage kind of thing?

I doubt it, let's not
get too carried away

with conspiracy theories.

I just need you to find
out exactly how he died.

Keep me updated.

We nearly there?

Two more minutes.

Look, I'm not averse
to a bit of fresh air,

but this has turned
into aimless wandering.

Think of it as a field trip,

sort of team building exercise.

I prefer my team building
indoors with a pint in my hand.

And with the rest of the team!

Here we go.

Team building in a graveyard?

Yeah, I lied about that bit.

I didn't think you'd come
if I told you the truth.

[Gerry lets out an
exasperated sigh]

Undercover officers back then

tended to assume the identity

of someone who was
born around the same time

who was also deceased,

preferably with no living
relatives or significant others.

Teaching your granddad
to suck eggs, but go on.

So I thought, go back to basics,

visit Winston lovett's grave,

see if it throws anything up.

No, you're right, I wouldn't
have come with you

if you'd told me the truth.

I hate cemeteries.

Really? I can't get
enough of them.

I'm going to get cremated.

Nobody's putting me
in a box six feet under.

Bingo, meet the
real Winston lovett.

18th December 1952
to the 24th may 1960.

Eight years old.

That bouquet
looks fairly recent.

Yeah, but look at the
state of the whole thing,

I mean, dirty old
headstone, I mean,

who'd put a bunch of
flowers on a grave like that?

[Sasha] Good question.

[Gerry] Look, all I'm saying is,

if it means you're
catching terrorists,

does it matter if you
overstep the Mark?

[Sasha] Overstep the Mark?

You need binoculars to
even see the Mark, Gerry.

He had a kid with someone.

[Gerry] Yeah.

Anyway, this is greenham common

we're talking about
here, not the ira.

It's a bit like using a
sledgehammer to crack a peanut.

Here, oh just wait here a sec.

What's your favourite flower?

The sort they make
steak and kidney pie with.

There is a sensitive
side in there somewhere,

Gerry, and I will
dig it out one day.

You bloody won't!

I love gerberas, they're
so pretty, aren't they?

Now they are prone to drooping,

I'm not going to lie
to you, sweetheart,

so what you've got to
do, you've got to watch out

for the stems
softening at the bottoms,

just give them a little
snip, that should sort it out.

[Customer] Okay, thank you!

Hello darling, can I help you?

Sounds like you know your stuff.

Well, I've been
doing this 20 years,

I never get bored,
I was born for it.

I mean, you get some florists,

well they're not florists,

they're shop
assistants in my opinion,

and you don't get the
same service, you see.

Whereas this is my
passion, my raison d'etre.

Come in here with a
fiver or five hundred quid,

you're going to get
the same service!

Flowers are my life.

What can I do for you?

I'll take a bunch
of these, please.

Mm, carnations, not very
popular anymore, not very trendy.

I always say they'll
come back into fashion,

like old people's
names for babies.

They've got different meanings.

Yellow's supposed
to be disappointment,

but I wouldn't mention
that, you know, if it's a gift.

Six ninety-nine.

Oh, thanks.

I wonder if you could help
me with something else as well.

I'm actually looking to
track someone down.

They could have been
in this shop recently.

Could be a long shot.

I've got a photogenic memory.

You're leaving now, yeah,
and say I bump into you

like somewhere completely
unrelated in three months' time,

I'll be like, "yellow
carnations, 16th June!"

I'm like bloody rainman!

Thing is, I'm not actually
sure who it is I'm looking for.

Right.

See, some flowers were
brought from here recently,

and they were left on the
grave of a local cemetery.

I'm trying to track down
who it was that left them.

You don't have a name?

[Sasha] No.

We get a lot of people in
here buying for the cemetery.

Remember what variety they were?

Blue?

[Florist laughs]

They could be a relation.

The grave they were left
at were Winston lovett's.

Winston lovett.

I know that name,
and I'll tell you for why.

We deliver, you see,
take it to the actual grave,

every year on his birthday
and the anniversary of his death.

Yes, so sad.

We take the order
over the phone,

maybe the customer's
housebound, I don't know.

I don't like to ask,
I'm not that sort.

Have you got any
contact details, please?

I have indeed, I'll
get get the book.

No, I don't even need the book.

Could you just look in the book?

Yeah, I'll just get the book.

Thanks.

[Mary griffiths] Twice in
one week, I'm honoured.

Mary, this is my colleague,
Steve macandrew.

[Steve] Hello.

How did your relationship
with Winston lovett end?

Straight to the
point, no small talk,

he's very efficient, isn't he?

Weather's been wonderful
this week, hasn't it?

How did your relationship end?

With a bang.

Gallows humour, sorry.

You were still
involved when he died.

Very much so.

[Dan] You see, I'm not
so sure about that, Mary.

I think you might be
telling us little porkies.

I don't like your attitude.

And I don't like yours either,

so there we go, that's one thing

we've got in common
at least, wonderful.

Now, you're lying
about Winston lovett.

Why on earth would I do that?

[Dan] You tell us.

Wasting police
time, serious offence.

I'm an upstanding citizen.

Sorry, got to make
your own fun in here.

Wonderful bloke, Winston.

Wasn't really my type.

Did you kill him?

Of course I didn't, I admired
him, he was a comrade.

Exactly.

And when a comrade
betrays you like that.

Betrays me?

How could he betray me?

Winston was probably
the only one I could trust.

Really?

Why are you saying
he betrayed me?

I think you know, Mary.

Your only ally.

Must have been a bit of a blow.

He earned your trust,
and he let you down.

I bet you were kicking
yourself he didn't go sooner.

Nobody likes looking
stupid, do they?

Was he sleeping with her?

Who?

Frances.

It was her I love, not him,
but she wasn't interested.

I confided in Winston,
then I saw them together.

It was the day of the
march, just before he died.

They were having an argument.

[Steve] From what we've
heard that wasn't exactly unusual.

It wasn't that sort of an
argument, not bickering.

It seemed personal, intimate.

I've never forgotten it.

Flower sender is a mrs croft,

she gave us an address,
Chamberlain road.

I like her policy on
customer confidentiality!

You all right there, Gerry?

You can put those on
the back seat if you like.

No, I'm fine.

No one's ever bought
me flowers before.

I was trying to guess
which colour you prefer,

and I thought yellow.

Yeah, I like yellow,
they're nice, thanks.

Hold on, where are we going?

To see mrs croft, where
do you think we're going?

And say what?

Hello, we're from ucos,
there's been a bit of a mess up,

cause one of our
colleagues has nicked

one of your dead
relative's identity.

No, I'm not going to put
it quite like that, Gerry.

I should hope not!

We've signed the secrets act.

Yes, I know, exactly.

Just don't worry,
leave it to me.

59, here we are.

Hello.

Oh, hello, what
can I do for you?

[Sasha] Mr croft, is
your wife in please?

No, she's out at the
moment, can I help?

[Gerry] We're from ucos.

Unsolved crime and
open case squad.

What's happened?

Oh, it's nothing to worry about.

We'd like to speak to mrs
croft about a Winston lovett.

Yeah, she leaves
flowers on his grave.

Yeah, that's her
brother, he died

when he was a small child.

Look, can I ask
what this is about.

It's nothing to be
concerned about, honestly.

If you could ask mrs
croft to call us, please?

Thank you.

[Gerry] Thank you.

So Mary griffiths is either
an Oscar-winning liar

or she didn't
actually murder lovett.

[Sasha] And she reckons
she saw him and Frances Kane

arguing shortly before he died?

[Steve] Yeah.

I knew that bird was iffy.

I mean, who gets a sculpture
of your own doo-dah made, eh?

[Sasha] What's that
got to do with anything?

Well, I don't know, Gerry.

I mean, you've got
a photo of yourself

and your triumph stag there.

Yeah, but I'm fully clothed.

It's not as if I'm waving
my tackle about, is it?

Yeah, but it's what it
represents though, isn't it?

Very true, you
know what they say

about men and their cars.

Behave.

Who are the flowers
from, by the way?

A gentleman never tells.

Still got it, eh?

I never lost it mate.

Danny, what car do you drive?

I haven't got one at the moment.

Can never get the
bloody thing started.

How's the house hunting going?

It's not.

I did a little more
digging on Frances Kane.

Home address.

Thanks, we'll pay her a visit.

Danny.

This is a pretty staggering
coincidence, Frances.

Somebody at the same address

laying flowers on the grave
of another Winston lovett, wow.

Unless, I don't know, but maybe

there's something
you're not telling us.

I've been waiting
for you to come back.

My husband said I should
call you, explain everything.

Great, go ahead.

Croft is my birth name,
Kane is my professional name.

It was also my undercover name.

It was a student protest in
'68 that started everything.

The revolutionary vanguard.

Things were very
black and white.

You were either for the
establishment or against it.

My father was in the police,

it seemed only natural
to follow in his footsteps.

I earned my place
in special branch,

but I went undercover
for the wrong reasons.

To get out.

Almost as soon as I
arrived at greenham,

I felt like I was home.

That is some turn around.

Well, my heart wasn't in it,

I did it to please my parents.

What was your
connection with Ben harker?

We were colleagues,
but we didn't get along.

My allegiance
changed very quickly

but I couldn't tell him that.

Why leave flowers
on the boy's grave?

I don't know where Ben's buried.

Special branch cut
me out completely.

I needed to pay my
respects somewhere,

so I took flowers to
Winston lovett's grave

and I have done
every year since.

Even though you didn't
particularly like him?

Look, we were puppets
doing special branch dirty work

with no input or
support from them.

I may not have been
best buddies with the man

but I felt responsible
for his death somehow.

I didn't kill him,
for god's sake.

The man took his own life

when the pressure got
too much, I'm sure of it.

I only wish he'd talked to me,

maybe I could have stopped him.

What did he tell you
about Mary griffiths?

Not much.

Mary griffiths was his find,

so he was very
secretive about her.

God forbid I should
steal any of his thunder.

And what about
bryony and Alison?

I was appalled.

How he lived with himself.

I was never cut out for
that degree of manipulation.

Look, if this gets out,
about my past, I'd be ruined.

I've managed to move
on and start afresh.

If only Ben harker hadn't
made such terrible mistakes,

then maybe he could
have done the same.

It's a pretty horrifying
way to end it all if it's true.

He had a breakdown
and cracked, it's plausible.

Yes, but why
would special branch

omit it from his file, though?

Because it reflects
badly on them.

We mustn't lose sight
of Mary griffiths, though.

Absolutely, sir.

Okay, we can talk more
tomorrow when the others are here.

I think it's probably time
to call it a day, isn't it?

I'll be off in a minute.

[Dac strickland] See
you both in the morning.

- [Sasha] Good night, sir.
- Good night.

Am I going to have to give you

one of my daughter
Holly's lectures?

Hmm?

About staying in the office

if there's nobody
at home anymore.

I'll be five minutes, I promise.

Good, and don't get her started

on the dangers of cheap
microwave meals for one.

Apparently that's one step away

from wearing a slanket and
spending all weekend on the sofa.

Well then I'm a lost
cause, I'm afraid.

Well, So am I, just
don't tell my daughter.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Night.

Dan.

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine thanks.

The empty nest.

It can be tough.

[Sasha's phone beeps]

[Mysterious music]

[Phone rings]

Hello? Hello?

[Ominous music intensifies]

I'm so sorry.

Ned!

Why can't you just
knock on the door

like any other normal person?

Instead of hovering
like a freak.

I wasn't sure whether it
was a good idea or not.

I wanted to see you, but
then I thought it was selfish.

I'm sorry.

You didn't reply to my text.

Come on ned, I'm busy.

Yeah, I know.

This is selfish, actually.

Do you still love me?

In for a penny.

Wasn't I in this?

I cut you out.

Can't say I blame you.

To be honest, I think it would
be worse seeing myself in it.

Stop it, stop.

I love you, Sasha.

I really, really love you.

[Phone rings]

Sasha Miller.

I'm on my way.

Sasha.

Sorry, it's work, I have to go.

[Ned] When can we talk?

[Sasha] Er, I don't know ned.

- [Ominous music]
- [Phone rings]

Hello?

[Sasha] Bryony,
it's dci Sasha Miller.

Come up.

[Sasha] I couldn't see
anyone down there.

[Bryony] I'm not
imagining things,

somebody's been following me.

It's been happening for days,

and I thought I was being
paranoid, but I'm not, I swear.

I believe you.

Have you any idea
who it might be?

No.

They followed you
up, don't answer it.

It's okay, just stay there.

Well, can you call for backup?

No, I promise it's
all right bryony.

Who is it?

[Man behind door] I
need to speak to bryony.

[Sasha] Who are you?

[Man behind door] Please,
I'm not going to hurt her.

[Sasha] My name's
dci Sasha Miller,

the rest of my team
will be here shortly.

[Man behind door] I don't care.

It's over, I want it to stop.

Let me talk to bryony.

Bryony!

[Sasha] Not till you
tell us who you are.

[Man behind door]
Bryony, it's me.

It's your dad.

I'm so sorry, I'm
so sorry, little bean.

[Dramatic orchestral music]

So were you and
Frances Kane together

the whole time that
you were playing

happy families with
bryony and Alison?

No, we sought solace
with each other afterwards.

Never underestimate
the importance

of someone who
understands what it's like

to walk in your shoes.

Since the day you saw her,

Frances has been telling
me to keep it together,

keep it quiet, ride it out.

I should have listened to her.

But I couldn't stand it anymore.

So it was you
who put the flowers

on Winston lovett's grave?

Mm.

In my two years as an
undercover police officer

in a peace camp, do you know

what my most
important discovery was?

We're all ears.

That the people who live there,

despite their petty
squabbles and differences,

just want peace.

He's a bloody fool.

I told him no good would
come of telling the truth.

It was the same back then.

I knew Ben was unravelling,

but I persuaded him
to hang on in there.

Or I thought I had.

So you knew that he was
going to fake his own death?

Not that part.

He begged me to help him
escape somehow, but I refused.

I had no idea he was
planning something so extreme.

It wasn't until afterwards
that I saw the light as well.

Realised how pointless
the whole thing was.

All for nothing.

We've had to live with the
consequences ever since.

I had no idea.

That he was alive or that he was

an undercover police officer?

That he was alive.

But you knew he was
a liar, you knew that?

I'm so sorry.

[Door opens]

Ben harker wants
to see you both.

I can tell him no,
it's no problem.

No, no, no, I want to see him.

Would it be all right with you

if I had a couple of
minutes alone with him first?

After your mother
discovered the truth,

I had to do something.

Both of you loved
Winston, not me.

The only way
out was to kill him.

[Crowd chants]

The protest that day was
supposed to be an opportunity

to incite some
sort of direct action.

Prove special branch right.

But I knew it was my
only chance to escape.

Frances followed me.

She could tell I was going
to do something stupid,

but she couldn't stop me.

Seconds later, Winston was dead.

[Bomb explodes
and crowd screams]

I was losing it.

I pleaded with
them to get me out.

This seemed the only way
to make them take any notice.

We scattered your ashes.

I loved you, bryony.

Always did, always will.

Look at me, look at
me, look me in the eye.

I deserve that much, surely.

You love me, that's what
you're saying, you love me?

Why not just walk
away, I don't understand.

Why would you let me
believe my whole life

the person I loved, trusted
more than anyone in the world,

could be capable of terrorism?

Is that love?

I can't expect
you to understand.

No, you can't.

The only thing I do understand

is that my father
didn't die that day

because in fact he never
existed in the first place.

Alison.

I pity you with every
bone in my body.

What a wretched,
miserable man you must be.

Pardon me for stating
the obvious, pal,

but this is some almighty
bloody mess you've made.

What's that saying,

nobody ever died of the truth.

I'm not so sure.

Can I go now, please?

[Sad music]

I know it seems a bit weird,

but it feels like I can
finally say goodbye to dad.

It's not weird.

Do you want some time alone?

Please.

[Gerry] And we think
we're a bit messed up.

[Dan] Speak for yourself.

There will of course
be an internal inquiry.

Emphasis on "internal".

The people responsible
will be held accountable,

I'll make sure of that.

Well I can't help it, I feel
a bit sorry for the poor sod.

He did have a choice, Gerry.

Tis a goodly life you lead,

if only you are strong
enough to lead it.

Shakespeare?

'Wind in the willows'.

[Gerry chuckles]

♪ 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, doing 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 ♪