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(KEYS CLANKING IN DISH)

(GASPS)

(PANICKED BREATHING)

(WOMAN SHOUTS)

(PLASTIC TIES TIGHTENING)

(GROANING)

(GUNSHOT)

HELEN: You'll want overshoes, DCI Banks.
It's like an abattoir in there.

I have frontal lobe on my instep.

As greetings go, DI Morton,
I've had warmer.

HELEN: Morning.

I'm thinking of starting a campaign.

Anyone convicted of a serious crime
committed during anti-social hours

automatically gets another five years.

I'm sure your husband would agree.

Victim's daughter said the shot
was fired around midnight.

Took her four hours to get to a phone,
so actually, we had a lie-in.

Who found the body?.

Ooh. That bad?.

Pretty bad. Morning, boss.

-You'll need...
-Overshoes. Yes, I know.

(SIGHS)

Weapon?.

Shotgun. Probably sawn-off.

Definite ID?.

Keith Andrew Rothwell.
Freelance accountant.

ALAN: Why hasn't that been bagged?.

We were, uh, waiting.

For?.

I like to be sure every scrap of intel
is extracted on scene

before anything goes to Forensics,
so I don't bag till the last minute.

Lives here with his wife.

Last night were their 25th
wedding anniversary.

And also the daughter, Hannah. Sixteen.

We spoke to her briefly.

Happy anniversary.

(SIREN WAILING)

I trust we're circulating a
description of the suspect

or do you prefer to wait on that, too?.

DS Jackman put it out an hour ago.

What there was of it.
You can call me Win, you know.

He was a big man.
Smelt musty, barely spoke.

Sounds a bit like you, sir.

Techies on their way, Win?.

So how much do accountants
earn these days?.

No sign of robbery?.

Hannah says not, but we'll have
Mrs Rothwell verify it

-when she gets up.
-Gets up?.

Doctor said she wasn't ready
to talk to us. Requested sedatives.

Well, we'll need a good photo
of Mr Rothwell.

Preferably from when
he still had a head.

I'd wait.

Hannah Rothwell, DCI Banks,

who I thought was resting.

Mum wanted me to keep an eye on things.

Sorry, Hannah.

Sorry for your loss.

Do you remember what time
the doorbell rang, Hannah?.

Tennish?.

I thought maybe Dad was
on his phone as usual

and Mum had forgotten her keys,
so I answered it.

Then he pushed me inside,

tied me up and put tape on my mouth.

Did he do anything else?.

Just sat there.

Waiting.

Then he tied Mum up
and dragged Dad outside

and it went very quiet.

Until...

Hannah,

can you think of any reason why someone
would want to hurt your dad?.

Not really. Although I didn't
know him that well.

I mean, we weren't exactly...

He works a lot.

Worked.

You'd better talk to Mum.
It's usually just me and her and...

Tom, when he's around.

-Tom?.
-My brother?.

He's travelling across America

but I'm not exactly sure
where he is at the moment.

-So you'd better...
-Better talk to your mum.

Don't worry, we will.

-Morning, both.
-Morning, Ron.

-Another day...
-Another decapitated accountant.

Roadblocks have been set up on
approaches to the airport,

mainline stations and major routes
out of the area.

Extra resources
have been made available,

so anything you need,
you just let me know.

A few more hours in bed
wouldn't go amiss.

Those old bones starting to creak,
Inspector?.

You don't care about my body.
You pay me for my mind.

You joining us for the briefing, Ron?.

No. But I do want to be kept
fully updated on progress, please.

Aren't you going
to personalise this a bit?.

-Why?.
-Well...

We should look at getting one of
those interactive whiteboards now.

-Yeah, great.
-Now?.

Well, now we have a resident
intelligence expert

keeping us up-to-date.

-If it ain't broke...
-New day, Alan.

We have to wipe the sleep
from our eyes and embrace it.

Can't afford to get left behind.
Isn't that right, DI Morton?.

Yes, sir.

Where are these "extra resources"
coming from?.

I've learnt not to look gift horses
in the mouth.

And neither should you.

ALAN: Before and after.

Gut reactions. What does this
look like to you?.

Sort of like a Jelly Baby
after its head's been bitten off.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

WINSOME: A hit.

ALAN: Now, blowing someone's head
clean off with a shotgun

is not as easy as it looks.
You need to know what you're doing.

So the question is
why would someone take out a contract

on a Yorkshire accountant?.

KEN: It depends if he's any good or not.

ALAN: All right, let' s start
with a current client list.

There's not even a parking ticket
on the system.

He's been freelance
for the last five years,

the twenty before that he was at
Hatchard and Pratt on the High Street.

Get down there. We need to find out

who Keith Rothwell was
and who benefits from his death.

And if he really bought that house
by filling out tax returns.

We need to look at the whole family

and we need to locate Tom Rothwell ASAP.

-Helen?.
-Well, I'd like the Rothwells'

online history
for the last three months,

including what social media
the kids have been using.

A quick result on this,

Superintendent McLaughlin might
even put a few quid behind the bar.

He should anyway.
We need to welcome the new arrival.

Oh, no. I don't like pubs.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Banks.

On my way.

SOCO found something.

(REPORTERS CLAMOURING)

This is a very fast-moving inquiry.

At this stage, I would simply urge
anyone with any information

to contact the police immediately.
Thank you.

(REPORTERS CLAMOURING)

That's the only comment
I'm prepared to make at this stage.

Thank you very much.

If we can just get on. Thank you.

You see, I'm one of those weirdos

who only uses his phone to phone people.

-Right.
-But you do all that, do you?.

"Social media"?.

Mmm.

You're not twittering now, are you?.

Tweeting. No.

Only when I'm doing something
or I'm with someone really interesting.

Well, none of the stuff that I've seen
ever qualifies as interesting.

Bored people typing "I'm quite hungry"
when they could be making a sandwich.

It's about connections, DCI Banks.

And that's what we do, isn't it?.
We find them, we make sense of them.

I mean, that piece you just did
to camera

is already being watched
on various platforms worldwide.

Well, can we drop the DCI Banks
from this platform, please?.

"Boss" is fine, or "Alan" in the pub.

-I don't like pubs.
-You don't like pubs.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

SOCO: It's wadding.

Forms part of the shotgun cartridge.

Obviously you can buy them,
but you can make your own.

And this is not commercial.

Looks like it might have been made
from a magazine.

So why do it yourself?.

To save money or because
you're a gun enthusiast.

You got a magnifying glass?.

-Is that a...
-I think it is.

-And that could be a...
-Penis, DCI Banks.

First time I've seen one
through a magnifying glass. You?.

I'm more interested in the
submachine gun standing next to it.

WOMAN REPORTER ON TV:
...gained entry into the house

around 1 1 p.m. Iast night.

Police have appealed for
potential witnesses to come forward.

ALAN: This is a very
fast-moving inquiry.

At this stage, I would simply urge
anyone with any information

to contact the police immediately.
Thank you.

REPORTER: Do you know anything
about the victim?.

That's the only comment
I'm prepared to make at this stage.

Thank you very much.

If we can just get on. Thank you.

Boss?.

-Anything?.
-Deliberately locked files on this one.

We're taking everything.

-Well, liaise with DI Morton, please.
-Sure.

I hope you're making a note
of everything you take.

I really don't think
there's anything else.

You can't come up with a single word
to describe a man

you worked with for almost two decades?.

I've given you one.

Apart from "ordinary".

(SIGHS) Um, Keith was a bit tight,
truth be told, with money.

But the fact is
there's nothing to say about him.

He kept himself to himself and...

Well,

I expect he had a lot to put up with.

Why?.

Have you met Mary?.
She's very...particular.

Proud, I suppose you'd say.

Well, at least she gets adjectives.

Did you socialise with the Rothwells?.

Not really.

Not at all after he, um, after he left.

Uh, but I've known Mary most of my life.

Mr Hatchard, our founder,
my uncle's partner,

he was her dad.

Is that how Keith got the job?.
Through Mary?.

Nothing wrong with that, is there?.

There you go. Keith's client file
from the time he left us.

Why did he leave you?.

You'll find out anyway, won't you?.

He was asked to go, in the end.

Sacked, I supposed you'd say.

The restaurant was, um, average.

It was Keith's choice.

He had, uh, carbonara,
which was unusual, actually,

he always has Bolognese.

I had a lasagne...

We're more interested
in last night's events

after you arrived home, Mrs Rothwell.

I thought Hannah had covered that.

Can I ask you then about your
husband's business dealings?.

You can. But I don't know anything.

-Still, I...
-Keith was an accountant.

He didn't...
Well, I didn't pretend to be interested

and he didn't expect me to.

What about aside from the accountancy?.

Are you aware of any sidelines
that he may have had?.

If you're looking for skeletons,
my husband's cupboard

will prove disappointing.

He had no vices.
He hardly drank, never even smoked.

We're simply trying...

You're wondering if all this was
paid for legitimately.

Well, Keith was good at what he did
and he was always

careful with money.

He'd never even holiday abroad.
Preferred the Yorkshire Coast.

What about you, Mrs Rothwell?.
Were you satisfied with that?.

We hadn't been away together for years.

Do you expect this to make
the newspapers?.

Yes. Yes, we hope so.

Given that we're trying to catch
the killer.

You've managed to gather yourself
remarkably quickly, Mrs Rothwell.

And do you consider yourself
a sensitive reader of people, Detective?.

Only, Hannah said you first spoke to her

whilst wiping her father's brain
off your shoe.

Shame you weren't awake to
look after her, then...

DI Morton!

ALAN: Excuse us.

(SIGHS)

It's worth remembering
that irrespective of anything else,

she has just lost her husband
and Hannah her father.

Why don't you go and make sure

that the local intelligence-gathering
is being handled properly?.

I don't call going door-to-door
intelligence-gathering, DCI Banks.

Then make up a name for it
and I'll see you back at the station.

I'm sorry about that, Mrs Rothwell.

Is this postcard from your son?. May I?.

Yes.

Is this the last communication
you had from him?.

Yes.

And how long's he been away?.

Three and a half months.

Eighteen years old, travelling
on his own. You must miss him.

-Of course.
-And your husband?.

Well, Keith was never much
at discussing his feelings,

but yes, I imagine so.

So Tom leaving his father's name
off this, sent 1 0 days ago,

is what, just an oversight?.

You'd have to ask him.

We will, when we find him.

You seem very protective of your son.

I'm very protective
of both my children, Inspector,

despite what some may think.

He hated him. They hated each other,
as far as I could see.

LANDLORD: Sure you don't want a drink?.

No, I'd like to get this done
as quickly as possible,

for your daughter's sake. But thanks.

Look, that's all I know, really.

I only cleaned there a few months.

But long enough to witness
regular arguments

between Mr Rothwell and his son.

Hear them, anyway. You couldn't help it.

And were they about anything
in particular?.

Dunno. It wasn't like I had time
to stand and listen.

I was too scared to stop for a second.

Everyone up there was scared.

Scared of what?.

Of her. Mrs Rothwell.

You felt sorry for him.

It was like he was trying to keep out
of the way all the while,

in his own house.

Ready for an update?.

You're keen.

Anything on the wadding yet, Ken?.

Within the hour, boss.

We're still waiting on the techies, too.

And I thought the whole point
of computers

was that they were faster than this.

Right. Keith Rothwell
was notoriously mean

but there had to be something more.

I strongly suspect that you'll find
specialist porn

or reference to it on his machines.

It could well be that that's where
he was making his real money,

which now all goes to Mary Rothwell.

If pushed, I'd say that either she
or the son or both of them

hired our shooter, who used that wadding
to make some kind of point.

And you really think Rothwell
had it in him

to get involved in something illegal?.

-ALAN: Win?.
-Well, he was sacked from HandP

for fiddling timesheets.

Could have been struck off,
if Mary hadn't stepped up

and asked Daddy's firm to keep quiet
and protect his reputation.

So almost certainly domestic,
possibly with a bit of dirty money?.

That's my instinct.

I mean, America's awake now,
so it's just a matter of time

before we find Tom Rothwell.

Could well be a long day but I reckon
we'll have a result by the end of it.

Excellent work, Inspector.

You go along with all this, I presume?.

Well, we haven't really... DCI Banks...

A bit formal. You settling in all right?.

ALAN: Yes! Very well.

In fact, it was Helen doing good
old-fashioned door-to-door inquiries

who confirmed that Mary Rothwell
hadn't exactly been truthful to us

about relations between father and son.

Helen, what have you got there?.

It's from the Press Office.

They've had a call about the photograph
in the first editions of the Post.

ALAN: Of Keith Rothwell?.

Of the man we found in the garage.

Keith Rothwell.

Not according to a woman in Leeds.

She says this is someone
called Robert Calvert.

It must be difficult for you.

Moving to a different department,
getting used to new people.

See if it was me, I'd just say, "You're
not fitting in very well, are you?. "

Have you heard from DS Cabbot?.

Yes. She's doing well.

-You must miss her.
-Well, of course.

But we all have to carry on, or else...

Annie's a good colleague.

And what exactly makes a good colleague,

do you think, DCI Banks?.

What, you actually want me
to tell you how to fit in?.

(SCOFFS)

Well, um...

suffer a trip to the pub, for a start.

Using nicknames is good,

or at least don't refer to your
colleagues by their rank all the time.

Crack a joke or two, preferably
at someone else's expense.

Buy a round of coffees.
It's really not...

rocket science.

What's this?.

It was found in Rothwell's jacket.

He put spent matches back in the box.

Turned round the other way
from the live ones.

Mary Rothwell wasn't wrong when she said
he was careful.

She also said he didn't smoke.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

In her 70s, smells of sprouts,
only talks to cats.

Oh, hi, yeah. Come in.

Yeah, it's him.

-HELEN: Robert Calvert?.
-Yeah.

You're absolutely sure?.

We were in a relationship
for six months.

So, have they printed the wrong picture?.

We gave it to them, Miss Jeffries.

It's Keith Rothwell.

Who was shot dead in the early hours
of this morning.

When did you last see him?.

About four months ago.

Did you know he was married?.

Not that it would
necessarily have mattered.

Can you describe what he was like?.

He was...fun, funny, um...

(CHUCKLES)...adventurous.

Makes sense, his being married.

I travel a lot and there was a limit to
how much we could offer each other.

Maybe that's why it worked.

Except you split up.

Because I got the feeling I wasn't the
only one, and married or not,

all I asked was that he was with me
when we were together.

Have you got any photographs
of the two of you together?.

-No, why?.
-What do you do, Miss Jeffries?.

Play the clarinet, Inspector.

You don't believe me, do you?.
That's why you want to see photos.

Where did you meet?.

Leeds Town Hall,
at a Tchaikovsky recital.

Robert loved music.

All different kinds of music.

You played in these concerts?.

Yeah.

You've performed at Sydney Opera House?.

(LAUGHS) Yes. Yeah, I hope to again
in a couple months, actually.

Budapest first, though.
I leave in a few days.

You didn't strike me
as a classical musician.

Whereas you do strike me as a policeman.

I thought you lot did courses on
not judging books by their covers.

Is there any reason why you don't have a
very high opinion of us, Miss Jeffries?.

Have you had previous dealings
with the police?.

No, but I do tend to try and avoid
people who choose to spend their days

being suspicious of others.

Ella Fitzgerald.

It wasn't enough that she was
a world-class singer,

she also played the clarinet.

-And the trumpet.
-Yes.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Yeah, Win, can you give me
a minute, please?. Thanks.

He had a flat.

Do you think you could take us there?.

Yeah.

Rothwell's computer files
have been unlocked.

There's no porn, just pages of
numbers and letters.

And they're being analysed now
but I think they're account details.

There's one code that appears
on most of the documents,

NCLF LS1.

There's a solicitor in Leeds LS1.
His name's Norcliffe.

I thought while you were in town...

Can you text the address to Helen,
please?. That's great work, Win.

Cheers. Ken wants to talk to you.

Dirty Squad have sent a sample of the
material that the wadding came from.

It's Dutch, hardcore, pretty niche.

Gynaecology meets automatic weapons.
And it's at least 1 0 years old.

I mean, most of this stuff you can get
online now. Apparently.

Contact Cyber Crime and tell them
you need a list of relevant sites,

and start requisitioning databases.

You want payment details
as well as usernames.

Most men won't give
their actual identities.

I'm sure Ken doesn't need an
intelligence expert to tell him that.

First Exotic Companions, now gun porn?.
Do I look like a sexual deviant?.

-Yes.
-ALAN: Yes.

Yes.

Win, we also need everything you can
get on a Robert Calvert, please.

-Right.
-And Pamela Jeffries.

-Will do.
-ALAN: Thanks, Win.

Right. See you later.

-CARETAKER: There you go.
-Thank you.

It's probably best not
to touch anything.

He had a complete tin ear.

-Loved listening.
-Hmm.

Mr Norcliffe's not in any kind
of trouble, is he?.

Would you be surprised if he was?.

Of course.

That's Robert.

And was this Robert as well?.

And was he a man who
left his CDs in a mess

or one who put spent matches
back in the box?.

You don't seem very worried, Mrs Graves,

considering you haven't heard from
Mr Norcliffe since yesterday.

He's the boss. He does what he likes.

And does he often do what he likes?.

He's out of the office a lot, yes.

You don't always ask where he is,
even though you're his secretary?.

That's why I'm his secretary.

So this is nothing unusual?.

He does answer his phone to me, usually.

But he hasn't today?.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

Faster on the train,
and the music's better.

Did you see any CDs or records
at the Rothwells'?.

Why?.

You left a search team at Norcliffe's?.

Yeah, and we're running his mobile
numbers now.

Nobody honest needs three phones.

Also...

Alan, I believe you already know
DCI Stuart Burgess from SOCA.

Yes.

And this is DI Helen Morton,
joined us recently.

From regional intelligence.
We've heard good things.

Tell us about Norcliffe, Alan.

No sightings of him after he left his
regular restaurant,

three hours before the murder.

Searching is underway, although
obviously he has a start on us.

Locating him is now a top priority,
alongside our gunman

and Tom Rothwell.

We found him. I was about to tell you.
In San Diego, through Facebook.

He's been advised to return.

You'll have to explain to Banksy
what Facebook is.

I assume this is where the
extra resources came from?.

So, why are SOCA sending people down
to the death of an accountant?.

You know who this is, I presume?.

Martin Fleming.

Salt-of-the-earth politician who'd
have you believe MP stands for

Man of the People. (CLEARS THROAT)

And subject of a two-year investigation
into serious fraud

and money-laundering offences.
Don't tell me you voted for him.

Course you did.
He's right up your street.

Everyone's in it for themselves
in the end, Banksy.

You'd know.

It seems Mr Fleming was at Cambridge
with one Daniel Norcliffe.

Any connection gets flagged up
on our system,

including your headless accountant.

Norcliffe would have needed certain
expertise to set things up for Fleming,

and a non-entity like Rothwell
would have been perfect.

Until he didn't need him any more.

I don't know.
I don't much care, for that matter.

We're in it for the big fish, so,

we don't need you disturbing the waters
by chasing Norcliffe and your shooter.

That's why I'm here. To make sure
you keep us up-to-date

and stay well away from Martin Fleming.

As I said, DCI Burgess,
we're happy to cooperate.

Yes, I can see that.

You wouldn't know it
but Banksy and I are old friends,

we trained together.

Interestingly, he seemed to like me less
and less the more I got promoted.

At some point Detective Burgess started
hunting personal glory

rather than real criminals.

Yes, one could never accuse
you of hunting glory.

No offence.

No, don't worry,
we'll give Fleming a wide berth,

but I'll also give him
the benefit of the doubt.

Not only because given the severity
of the crime that we're investigating,

money-laundering seems rather trifle...

There's no such thing
as victimless crime.

...but also because it's perfectly
possible that he's a corrupt businessman

and a good MP.

You do realise you've just stormed
out your own office?.

(SIGHS)

Initial fingerprint comparison between
Calvert's flat and Rothwell's body.

A perfect match.

Looks like we're chasing the killer of
the world's most interesting accountant.

Okay, listen up. I'm heading into Leeds.
DI Morton is in charge in my absence.

Right, the search of Norcliffe's
property hasn't turned up much

but SOCA have been working all night
with Rothwell's computer files.

SOCA?. Who called the cavalry?.

He's been depositing considerable sums
offshore over a number of years.

All right, how about this?.

Rothwell and Norcliffe are working
happily together,

then Rothwell starts creaming money
off the top.

Norcliffe finds out
he's being ripped off,

decides he doesn't need a partner
any more

so he hires someone to kill Rothwell.

Sorry, sir, Calvert's flat was
broken into overnight.

That were the caretaker.
Apparently they made quite a mess.

All right, Win, get Forensics down
there, I'll call in while I'm in town.

Then I want you and Helen
to go to Arkbeck Farm.

Did Mary Rothwell know Norcliffe?.

Oh, and I want you to check
through their music collection.

Norcliffe doesn't do criminal cases,
does he?.

Well, it might be worth finding out
who he referred them to.

Maybe that's where we'll find
our shooter.

Who says that looking at porn all day
rots your brain?.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

Obviously makes your hair fall out,
though. (LAUGHS)

You can't really think he was
having an affair.

We're not in a position to go
into details, Mrs Rothwell,

but there may be several things
he kept to himself.

Well, Keith had no imagination
whatsoever.

Except when it came to timesheets,
apparently.

I'll repeat the names.

When you're in a position to reveal what
you think you know about my husband,

I assume I'll be the first to hear it.

Pamela Jeffries.

I hope I won't have to read about
it in the newspaper. No.

-Robert Calvert.
-I told you once.

We can finish this at the station,
if you prefer.

I've never heard of him.

How about Daniel Norcliffe?.

Think about it this time.

Uh, no.

What about your son?.

When's your son back?.

(SIGHS) Tomorrow, for the funeral.

We weren't sure he'd bother,

given what we now know about
his relationship with his dad.

Well, if you had children...

I have. I look forward to meeting Tom.

Hopefully he's got a better
memory for names.

(SIGHS)

POLICEMAN: Ma'am.

It's as though reality doesn't actually
touch her.

Isn't that what money does?.
Insulates you.

(CHUCKLES) I wouldn't know.

It's been distinctly draughty for me
since I bought a house I couldn't afford

on a mortgage even a loan shark
wouldn't give you these days.

How old are they?. Your kids?.

-Is that relevant?.
-No, I suppose not.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Hi.

Do you want some sugar?.

No, thank you.

-Here.
-Thanks.

I do have some more questions,
I'm afraid.

-Okay.
- (CLEARS THROAT)

Did Robert ever talk about
his business dealings?.

(LAUGHS) No.

What about Daniel Norcliffe?.
Did he ever mention that name?.

He never even told me his real name.

Me and Robert, we didn't do reality.

So what did you do?.

It's important that I try to understand

or get a sense of why
this careful, controlled man

would take such a huge risk.

And what have you come up with so far?.

Necessity, I suppose.

I think he felt trapped
by how people saw him

and perhaps how he saw himself.

And maybe came to realise
that he wasn't actually being true

to who he really was.

He was still controlled, though.

I mean, he must have been,
to be able to keep two lives going.

"Let's keep it in the moment."

That's what he used to say.

Maybe that's why he loved music so much,

because it holds you in the moment.

You know, you remind me of him.

(CHUCKLES)

I've got something to show you.

So, wherever I am in the world,

I make sure that there are two things
that travel with me,

my instrument and this.

This is Ella Fitzgerald singing live at
a club in Hollywood in the early '60s.

This is seriously rare.

Yeah, I think I've got a copy
of this on CD.

Yeah, me too. And digitally,

but neither of them sound like this.

Nothing could sound like this.
That night was supposed to be on vinyl.

Do you know what I mean?.

I'd love to hear it.

I've got a rehearsal, unfortunately.

Oh, yeah. No, of course.

I'm home tonight, though, if you...

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Um, you know, I'm not actually sure.

Take it with you now,
and then you can get it back to me

when we next see each other.

As long as it's before I go to Budapest.

Hello?.

(DOOR OPENS)

Ah, hi. Police.

You took your time.

Oh, I'm not responding to a call.

There's been a break-in.

Sometime after our lot left last night.

Same technique as at Calvert's?.

Yeah. I left Forensics down there
but I don't hold out much hope.

Looks like we're not the only ones
searching for Daniel Norcliffe.

Did you get anything
from Pamela Jeffries?.

Well, nothing to speak of.

Mary Rothwell seems to think Keith
having an affair was impossible.

She would.

Mind you, he was punching well
above his weight.

Maybe they shared something that
went beyond what Mary Rothwell

and others can understand.

Oh, the music at Arkbeck.

Half the CDs probably
came free with the Sunday papers.

It's exactly what you'd expect.

Was there any particular...

(EXHALES)

I've got the details
of that criminal lawyer

that Norcliffe referred clients to.

I'll get a full client list and get
DC Blackstone to cross-reference it

against the porn data.

Go, Banksy.

Did you just call me Banksy?.

-You said...
-Well, don't.

Please. Not ever.

Tell you what,
just email it to me, yeah?.

I'd better phone home, Ken.
Looks like we're in for a long night.

Okay, I'm going out for coffee,
who wants what?.

Not for me, thanks.

No thanks.

Uh...

-Mmm-mmm.
-No, thanks.

No?. Cool. Good.

Yeah.

(IT HAD TO BE YOU
BY ELLA FITZGERALD PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

-MAN: I want to talk to you.
-(PAMELA WHIMPERING)

MAN: I don't want any trouble, right?.

Just tell me what I want to know and
I'll be gone. I'll be out of your life.

(PHONE RINGING)

(SLAP, PAMELA CRIES OUT)

-I don't... I don't...
- (PHONE RINGING)

(PUNCHING, THUDDING)

MAN: 'Cause I'm not leaving you
until you tell me!

(GLASS SHATTERING, PAMELA SCREAMS)

-Don't tell me you don't know!
-(PAMELA SOBBING)

MAN: Don't treat me like I'm stupid!
PAMELA: I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

-(SHOUTS) Where is he?. Where is he?.
-I don't know!

PAMELA: (SOBBING) Please,
please, please...

Do you want this or not?.

Ah, thanks.

What have they said?.

She's taken some heavy blows
to the head.

I'm waiting to speak to the consultant.

Calvert's flat, Norcliffe's office,
then Pamela Jeffries.

Somebody has to have been following us.

Yeah, but who'd want to
take that kind of risk?.

Somebody who needs to find
Daniel Norcliffe before we do.

We have to teach new skills to those
who have been left behind

by the death of traditional industry.

Now, we want to retrain Yorkshire people
and reinvigorate Yorkshire's economy.

Ken still chained to a computer?.

Intelligence-gathering, yes.

You managed to make them laugh yet?.

I wasn't brought in for
my clowning skills, DCI Banks.

You been listening to Johnny Cash?.

No.

-Black suits you.
-Mmm.

I'll make a note to attend
more funerals, then.

Will Tom Rothwell be going
to his father's funeral?.

If he's not, we'll be asking why.
He landed two hours ago.

You will remember that it is still
a funeral?. Be sensitive.

My phone'll be off during the service,

but leave a message if she dies
or anything, yeah?.

Let us commend Keith Andrew Rothwell
to the mercy of God.

We therefore commit his body
to the ground, earth to earth,

ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

In the sure and certain hope of the
resurrection to eternal life.

Let us pray.

Suffer us not at our last hour,

through any pains of death,
to fall from thee.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

PRIEST: Lord, have mercy upon us.

-Amen.
-ALL: Amen.

Boss?. Good timing, eh?.

Much missing?.

Looks pretty professional,
if it wasn't for the mess.

We're through here.

DCI Banks. Perhaps you can explain
to Mr Rothwell

why we need him to come with us.

For pity's sake!
We've just buried my husband

and come back to find we've been
burgled. Can't it wait?.

Have you ever seen this before,
Mrs Rothwell?.

Tom?. Hannah?.

I'm sorry, boss.

We need to get him away from her
if he's going to talk honestly.

-This is out of place.
-What is?.

It wasn't him. He was so controlled.

What if one life bled into another?.

I don't understand.

No.

We need to focus on the son.

Tom.

We're going to get our way eventually,

and probably upset your mother
even more in the process.

We need to speak to people who knew
this other Keith Rothwell.

You all know me.
I'm not one for long speeches.

We Yorkshiremen prefer action to words.

Which is why I'm delighted to be
launching this initiative today,

to give those who've been made redundant

an opportunity to retrain
and learn new skills

for a new generation of business
in the north.

Thank you very much, thank you.

Anything?.

Have I matched a name from these

endless weird porn databases
with one from Norcliffe's

endless criminal referrals?.

-Yeah.
-No.

But I'll tell you what I have found out.

The number of websites for fans
of gun porn is dwarfed by those

for connoisseurs of, well,
dwarves, for a start.

Not to mention nylon,
bubble wrap, puppets.

Puppets?.

Puppets.

And I thought men were after
no-strings sex!

FLEMING: Thank you so much.
I couldn't do it without you.

Ladies, thank you for coming.
See you next time.

Great speech, Mr Fleming.

Martin, thank you.

You speak from your heart as well as
your head, and that's increasingly rare.

Well, I appreciate that, Inspector.

So if you're not interested in
retraining, how can I help you?.

Well, I'm investigating
the murder of Keith Rothwell.

-Did you hear about it?.
-Only what I saw in the newspaper.

I'm going to be candid with you
in the hope that you'll do the same.

This is just an informal chat
and it will remain strictly between us.

It seems there was another side
to Keith Rothwell

that his family knew nothing about.

A man who liked a drink, a bet,
the company of women.

Well, I suppose we all have a public and
a private face to some extent, don't we?.

Well, I'm looking to talk to people
who knew that other Keith Rothwell.

Like I said, Inspector...

I believe he was a close associate of
Daniel Norcliffe,

who you were at university with.

Danny?. That's right, but I mean,
I haven't seen him for years.

Didn't even know he was still local.

Well, he's missing at present.
Look, Mr Fleming... Martin.

Someone has left a local family
without a father and a husband

and an innocent woman
in hospital with serious injuries.

Now, I believe you to be
a man of integrity.

So anything that you can tell me
about Keith Rothwell

might prove incredibly useful.
I'm only interested in the murder.

I'd really like to help you, DCI Banks,
but I lost touch with Danny years ago

and I've never, to my knowledge,
met Mr Rothwell.

But I wish you the best of luck.

-Where to next?.
-Just over here.

Great, thank you.

(MOBILE RINGING)

-Yes.
-RON: Get back to the office, now.

-Here you go.
-This isn't where you want to be today,

we understand that,
so I'll get to the point.

We know you and your dad argued, a lot.

But what we don't know is
what you argued about.

Don't all families argue?.

Probably. But we're only really
interested in yours.

Why?. What's it got to do with anything?.
It's not really anyone's business.

Everything's our business, Tom.

Well, I've been away for three months.
I honestly can't remember.

Really?.
Yet it must have been fairly serious.

A man famously careful with money

sends a son he doesn't seem to like
very much halfway across the world.

I'm guessing it wasn't a row
about tidying your bedroom.

I'm gay, all right?.

And?.

And your dad wasn't very understanding.

He couldn't even look at me.

Hang on, you're saying he found out
you're gay and banished you abroad?.

I was glad to get out of there.

How did your mum feel
about him driving you away?.

Not much she could do.

He brought the money in,
so we had to put up with him.

That's the way it's always been.

Surely she could have divorced him
and still been comfortable?.

She would never have been
comfortable again,

worrying what people were saying
about her, about us.

Ever heard of Daniel Norcliffe?.

Why?.

There's two possible answers to that
and "why" isn't one of them.

No, then, I haven't.

And I think I'd like to go home now,
please.

He's hiding something.

I think he wants to talk.

-Why don't I...
-Why don't you...

You take over, then.

RON: Alan, you were clearly told to
stay away from Martin Fleming.

You'll have heard from SOCA, then?.

The Director of Operational Delivery,
to be precise. Several times.

It seems anything Fleming hadn't
already buried, he has now.

Fleming is part of this.
I had to speak to him.

I was following my instinct.
But maybe my instincts are wrong.

What do you mean?.

Everything moves on.

The job I signed up for relied
on intuition, not orders.

And if that's the way it is going,

perhaps it's time I was, too.

-Is this about Helen?.
-No, no.

Annie?.

It's about me.

(KNOCKING)

Oh, sorry.

-What is it, DI Morton?.
-It's Pamela Jeffries. She's come round.

-What?.
-I think I've found our shooter.

One name came up on the database
as I was cross-referencing.

He met Norcliffe years ago.

PAMELA: He was tall, six foot at least.

Had long, greasy hair.

Sounded Irish.

What exactly did he want to know?.

Um...

every question you asked me about
Keith Rothwell and...

He wanted to know where you
were looking and...

I didn't know.

Then he lost his temper.

Did you give this to Keith Rothwell?.

No.

So what did the specialist say?.

Oh, well, um, if nothing unexpected
happens over the next 24 hours,

then I should still be free to travel.

-That's great news.
-Yeah, yeah, it's good.

As long as you don't need me
for anything.

I must see about getting your
record back to you.

Yes.

You could just give it to me next time
we see each other, if you want.

Okay.

But I thought you said you always
kept it with you when you play?.

Then you'll have to come and hear me.

-What... What, in Budapest?.
-Yeah, why not?.

You could come with me.

Listen, I've got a description of
the man who attacked Pamela Jeffries.

And we've got his name.

Well, you're way ahead of me.

Same man who subscribes to
a Sex Meets War website

was also referred to a criminal lawyer
by Norcliffe.

It's still a long shot,
but we're on our way there now.

He's Arthur Jameson, 42.

Kicked out of the army for
glassing someone in a pub.

Since then a few prison sentences
for theft and one for ABH.

DC Blackstone spoke
to the arresting officer.

He reckons Jameson's into survivalism
and mad about weapons.

Great work, well done.

We've got an officer on Fleming's staff.
You were seen.

I know. He's our only link to a
Keith Rothwell that very few have...

And do you really think he'd admit that?.

Do you understand what he has to lose?.
(SIGHS)

Listen to yourself. Look at yourself.

You're not the Banksy I know.

Do you fancy a drink?.

I'm really sorry
to have kept you waiting.

Um, there's been some developments.

Well, you're here voluntarily,
though, Tom.

And you can leave any time you like.

Except that would make me look guilty,
wouldn't it?.

What exactly are you worried about?.

What developments, exactly?.

Why?. Would that have some bearing
on what you can tell me?.

People might think that we
should be more upset.

But what you've got to understand is
that we lost Dad a long time ago.

What happened, Tom?.

I followed him.

Not long after, I decided that I was
going to be myself no matter what.

He was supposed to be in York,

but I saw him and I followed him,

and I watched him pick up a woman.

She was coming out of a primary school,
and he laughed with her

Iike I've never seen him laugh
with anyone.

Was this in Leeds?.

And I never told Hannah or Mum but...

The next time he looked at me like I
was disgusting, I told him that I knew.

Things got out of hand

and I hit him.

Knocked him down.

And that was it for us.

Never fight your dad and win.

-Shouldn't we wait?.
-What for?.

-Men with guns, bulletproof vests?.
-Probably.

I'll check round the back.

Did you get anything?.

From Fleming.
Please tell me you got something.

I'm not sure that my instinct counts
for anything these days,

but for what it's worth,
I think you're probably right.

He's a complete fraud.

No, he's not a fraud.

He's no different to the vast majority

of people nowadays,
he's out for himself.

It's all right, I'd know.

Perhaps I've been wrong all along.

About Fleming, you...

You just swam with the tide,

whereas I didn't, couldn't, whatever.

Therefore I have to accept
getting left behind.

I just did the best with what I've got.

That's all, exactly the same as you.

We're going to need a chaser.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Window was open.

I don't think he's too worried
about anyone nicking anything.

Doesn't look as if anyone's here.

Right, thanks, Win. I'll see you.

It was DS Jackman.

It seems Tom Rothwell got
a glimpse of his dad

behaving like a lovesick teenager.

No man over the age of 45

should allow himself to succumb
to all that again.

It's one of the few compensations
of growing old and cynical.

You haven't met Pamela Jeffries.

That's true.

She wants me to go with her.

She's playing the clarinet
in a concert in Budapest

and she wants me to go, too.

And...you're obviously
thinking about it.

So what's stopping you?.

Where do you want me to start?.

My age. My job. My house. My whole life.

You said yourself
that no man over the age of 45...

She's not asking you to marry her.

Well, this looks like a match to the
shotgun wadding used to kill Rothwell.

(DISTANT CLATTER)

I'll check it out.

DI Morton!

DI Morton!

I think he's taken his gun.

(GUN COCKS)

JAMESON: Don't move.

DI Morton!

What?.

I think he's taken his gun.

We agreed.

1 0 grand before,

1 0 grand after.

He promised me.

Who promised you?.

Where's Norcliffe?.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

HELEN: Ken?. Ken!

-I said an orange juice.
-I know.

Feels good acting out of character
once in a while.

You mean, like Keith Rothwell?.

You have to admire his bravery,
if nothing else.

Didn't do him much good, did it?.

Better to die a hero
than live like a coward.

She must be quite something,
this Miss Jeffries.

She's...herself.

I never knew how much I admired that
until I met her.

Well, sometimes you've just got to admit

that there are things that
you're not in control of.

What?.

What if that's what made
one life bleed into another?.

I don't follow.

What if Keith Rothwell fell in love?.

-You all right, ma'am?.
-Of course I am.

I'm heading back to coordinate
the operation

and talk to the Press Office.

I need you to brief
the other search teams.

Focus on outbuildings and wooded areas.

Any reported sightings,
make it clear he's not to be approached.

Jameson leads us to Norcliffe
and the truth and we're close,

so let's go and get him.

I assume you heard
I went to see Fleming.

Superintendent McLaughlin said.
Seems you've been avoiding us both.

Well, I thought there might
be repercussions

and I didn't see the point in us both...

You didn't tell me
because you don't trust me.

That's not t...

Look, you're obviously
an excellent detective.

But you'd have told DS Cabbot.

Maybe we should talk about this
in my office.

Check your voicemail, DCI Banks,

there's a gunman running
around the West Riding.

I know who Annie Cabbot is.

We have to trust each other
and I know nothing about you.

Well, not really.

You said what we do here
is all about connections.

Well, we don't just find them
and make sense of them,

we also form them occasionally.

Some people don't find that
as easy as others.

Just be yourself, that's all.

I play poker.

-What?.
-You want to know something about me.

Thursday nights, I play poker.

I honestly can't tell whether or not
you're being serious.

That's why I'm good at poker.

HELEN: Jameson's on foot, last seen
heading northwest, armed and dangerous.

PILOT: Okay.

Win?.

I'm just looking at
Tom Rothwell's statement.

If Pamela Jeffries was the woman
he saw his dad with,

why was she coming out of a school?.

What are you thinking?.

It must have been a different woman.

PILOT:
DI Morton?. We might have something.

I'm going in for a closer look.

HELEN: Understood.

It's very faint on infrared
but it's definitely there.

HELEN: What GPS?.

PILOT: Latitude: 4054. 6 1 30.

Longitude, 07...

PILOT:
Okay, looks like he's going to ground.

-Her.
-Definitely?.

That's who he picked up.

-Miss Mullen?.
-We need to speak to her, please.

I'm afraid she's away.

Well, can you tell us where she's gone?.

I'll have to ask the school secretary
but I don't think she said.

ALAN: We're going to need
her home address.

Get down there.

KEN: I want four covering DI Morton!

You two, higher ground!

Take higher ground!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Looks like she's gone.
You check upstairs.

Right.

Found you.

Win?.

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

MARKSMAN: Jameson, you're under arrest
for the murder of Keith Rothwell.

Lower the weapon and turn around.

Arthur, there's nowhere else to go.

MARKSMAN: Lower the weapon now.

Turn around now!

HELEN: It ends here, Arthur.

Please, let us help you.

(GUN COCKS)

(GUNSHOT)

PILOT: Suspect is down.

Repeat. Suspect is down.

Just listen to me, Helen.
It's important.

You do realise what's happened here?.

Jameson's just shot himself.

ALAN: Jameson knew nothing.

He was just a hired gun.

The real criminals are Fleming,
Norcliffe and Keith Rothwell.

I' m sending you the address now.

I' ll explain when you get there.

You have to leave now.

Trust me.

(SIREN BLARING)

ALAN: Hello, Mr Rothwell.

Francesca's?.

She's a music teacher, I believe.

Yeah, yeah. I, um, I got it
for both of us. I'm learning.

Bit of a step up from the one
that she got you.

The one that you couldn't resist keeping
in your study at Arkbeck.

I knew it would come,

the uh, the knock on the door.

I just thought it would be years
rather than days.

I think I understand everything.

You made sure that
the Leeds flat was covered

in Norcliffe's fingerprints
to match those on the corpse.

You picked your wedding anniversary

because that's the only night that
you and Mary go out together.

You chose Italian to match
Norcliffe's regular restaurant,

even picked his favourite dish,
carbonara,

to match the stomach contents.

Meanwhile, Daniel Norcliffe's abducted
on his doorstep by Arthur Jameson.

Who drove to Arkbeck,

probably left Norcliffe in the garage,

overpowered your daughter,

waited for you and your wife
to return home, tied her up.

And then dragged you outside
and into the garage.

Then he let you go so that
you could finish the setup together.

You were involved in
a money-laundering scheme

with Martin, Fleming and Norcliffe,

from which you made thousands.

Then you wanted out,

so you dressed Norcliffe in your clothes

and stood and watched

while Jameson blew his head off.

(GUNSHOT)

The only thing
that I don't understand is

why didn't you pay Jameson
the rest of his money?.

What was he going to do,
go to the police?.

You can change your name
but not who you are.

Arthur Jameson's not going anywhere.

I took that two hours ago.

He decided going back to prison
wasn't an option.

He shot himself.

Just another one of your victims
in this whole mess.

All so that you could have a fresh start
on the Yorkshire Coast

with your new girlfriend

and as much money
as you could get away with.

No, no, no. I had to go.

I couldn't stay another minute.

It wasn't as if anybody wanted me there.

I was a bank, nothing more.

-It was the only way.
-To do what?.

Rip off Norcliffe and Fleming?.

You knew we'd find out
about the money-laundering, didn't you?.

We'd think it gave Norcliffe a motive

and whatever did or didn't happen
to Fleming,

well, you'd be out of the picture.

This isn't about money.

This is about what happened
when you fell in love,

probably for the first time.

I think your feelings for Francesca

are probably the only genuine thing
about you.

Which is why you'll give us everything
that you have on Martin Fleming.

Because that's the only way

you'll get to spend any worthwhile time
with her after you're released.

(DOOR CLOSES)

He told her he wanted them to start
completely afresh,

so she wasn't to tell anyone
where they were going.

And she believed him.

Well done. Both of you.

You pulled this one out of the flames.

Thanks, sir. Boss.

"Old technology"?.

This is why you're needed.

You can keep your flipchart, for now.

I'm going to follow Rothwell,
get the ball rolling.

I don't think even Martin Fleming
can talk his way out of this one.

See you again, Banksy.

And thanks.

(HANNAH GIGGLES)

Sorry.

No, it's okay.

It's not that he's alive.

Obviously I'm glad about that but...

This means none of it's real,
doesn't it?.

This place, the money...

We'll lose it all, won't we?.

We can start again.

I bet you volunteered for this one,
didn't you?.

I'm truly sorry.

Pamela, it's Alan.

I won't be coming to Budapest.

Seems I can still rely on my instinct

and sadly, it's telling me
it would be a mistake.

For us both.

It's not who I am.

I'll post the record.

Good luck.

REPORTER: MP Martin Fleming strenuously
denies the money-laundering charges

that he's facing since the arrest of
Yorkshire accountant Keith Rothwell.

Steven, James, Ben, MJ.

Nice.

The Super's laid on the refreshments
you requested.

And I for one am in need
of some serious refreshing.

I still don't know what gave you
such an uncanny insight

into the mind of an essentially dull man
having a mid-life crisis.

-(ALL SNICKERING)
-What?.

-You coming?.
-In a sec.

What do you say?.

Shut up and deal.

(CHATTING AND LAUGHING)

Five card draw?.