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I used to have a bit of a thing about her.

Did you?

Well... as an ice skater.

1984.

Sarajevo.

Not going there, are we?

The Miners' Strike.

There were over a 100 arrests...

I got my best ever car out of there.

Three-litre Capri.

Happy days.

New kitchen. Esther got an Aga.

Salmonella. Police mobile canteen.

- Greenham Common. - The common activists supported the miners...

I had to go there as well.

Reason of this video is that it places the case we're looking at in context.

...camped outside the US air base in Berkshire,

protesting against the decision to...

Could you stop it and go back?

Ah, ah, there, there.

I had her!

Carry on.

♪ It's all right, it's okay

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

♪ It's all right, 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, say it's okay

♪ We're getting to the end of the day

♪ High tech, low tech, take your pick

♪ 'Cause you can't teach an old dog a brand new trick... ♪

The body of Josh Livesey, discovered 20 years ago.

And this is ex-Detective Inspector Graham Moore, gentlemen,

original head of the murder team.

- Graham. - Jack Halford.

- Brian Lane. - Hi Brian.

- Gerry Standing. - Right.

- PC Clark. - Ah. How do you do?

Ta.

Clarky.

Okay, Josh Livesey, age 22.

November 12th 1984, Livesey was struck on the head in Stipes Wood,

two miles away from a peace camp outside the NATO base at Monken Hadley.

Subsequently, Josh died, possibly of exposure.

What was very interesting to me was that the body had been moved,

disturbed by animals.

Foxes, we think.

They'd eaten away quite a bit of the flesh around the wound.

Livesey's clothes were torn.

Also, blood had pooled in parts of the body on the side where he wasn't lying.

Plus, the murder weapon was never found.

Forensics had a hell of a time.

The murder of the young activist, seen here on TV,

...has caused outrage...

Livesey was intelligent. He'd just got his degree.

An only child, well-liked, no enemies.

Father was in the city.

Kept in touch over the years.

Mother too. Both dead now.

Anyway, Livesey was one of five friends sharing a couple of tents

just outside the base.

- Chief suspects? - Oh, yeah.

- What did they have to say? - Wouldn't talk to us.

First off, they were all in shock.

After that, it was naked hatred.

I was um...

I was a "Fascist puppet of totalitarian oppression".

Nice.

Now all we can get from this lot is that Livesey left the tent about 1.00am.

Now Frank Fox and Imogen Hoult,

the two who shared the tent with him, they never saw him again.

Same with the other pair.

Colin Dobie and Eleanor Clement, they claimed they never left their tent.

Hoult went bonkers when she heard the news,

started shouting at the others about security services and Special Branch.

Where is it...?

Yeah, she attacked a Detective Sergeant Koumas.

- Got herself arrested. - She was saying that we'd done it?

1984. If your cat died, it was a police cover-up.

- Did you talk to Special Branch? - Yeah, not happy.

Said they weren't in the habit of killing hippies.

It was the month after the Brighton bombing.

They said it was hard enough trying to catch the IRA.

So we have no weapon, no prints, no motive.

What's happened to put this case top of the pile?

Frank Fox, one of the suspects.

Four weeks ago, he pleaded guilty to the murder of a 40-year-old man.

And if he's killed one man, he might just have killed before.

- So is he in prison? - No. He's in Broadmoor.

Brian.

You want to clear up Josh's murder?

Very good.

Hey! That's very good, isn't it?

You're very good.

- It's funny? - Of course it's funny. I'm on Seroxat.

Why was Josh murdered? Who did it?

You claim to want to know.

Do you know why I'm in here?

I killed someone.

- Did you? - Yes. At a fair.

On a Ferris wheel. He was in the seat behind.

I stabbed him with a knife. You know why?

Kept following me.

I'd been targeted.

Targeted? Really? Who by?

"By whom."

Intelligence services...

...for assassination.

He was an agent licensed to kill.

He was a post office worker and a father of three.

Yes, yes, well, they would say that, wouldn't they?

Josh Livesey.

- He was my friend. - You were there.

The camp at Monken Hadley?

You shared a tent, you, Josh, Imogen Hoult.

Remember?

Someone killed him.

Was it you?

It's a secret.

What is?

You mean what happened?

Frank? Frank!

What happened that night?

No one knows.

The only person who does know...

...isn't telling.

- Come on. - No, wait.

- Wait! - Oi! Oi!

This bloke goes to his psychiatrist.

He says, "One half of me thinks I'm a tepee,

and the other half thinks I'm a wigwam."

The psychiatrist says nothing.

"You're just too tense."

Two tents!

Can you get me out of here? Please?

In my father's house there are many mansions.

- You can have one. - Brian.

Can you get me out of here?

Please?

Like the fairy tale - grim.

Come on, then. Let's take a look.

- How long did this take you? - Four hours.

You wanna get out more.

She asked for a map, not a copy of the Sistine Chapel.

Get lost? What kept you?

Bevan. I've asked about talking to Special Branch.

- Secret Squirrels? - What?

Intelligence services. Spooks.

You're not scared, are you?

No!

Never had dealings with them, have you?

- Yes! - Have you?

Course I have. This is 2004, not 1984.

Whatever experience you have with the security services, things are very different now.

Okay, so our suspects were here, were they?

The peace protesters were convinced that Monken Hadley was a NATO headquarters,

the command centre from which

cruise missiles based here and Greenham Common were targeted and controlled.

They're probably right.

How the hell do you know?

My degree. Politics, economics and history.

- History? - Yeah. It is, isn't it?

Okay, so Livesey and his friends' tents were over there, what, about 100 yards?

Eighty.

And the body was found in Stipes Wood, which is roughly two miles away.

So that would have taken Fox the best part of an hour to get there and back.

Yeah, but according to Moore

Frank Fox says he never left his sleeping bag.

Okay. So we'll talk to the other person in the tent, Imogen Hoult.

Imogen Hoult. Born 1962.

Warwick University, 1980-1983.

First-class honours in English.

Now runs her own public relations firm.

What makes you think she'll want to talk, given past behaviour?

She's in PR. It's her job, ain't it, chat.

Imogen Hoult?

Holmes and Watson are here!

I'd better go.

Jack Halford.

This is Brian Lane.

- This is my husband. - Hi, Colin Dobie.

Imogen told you were coming over, so I assumed you'd want to talk to me about Josh as well.

Bet they didn't make the connection, darling...

...about our being married.

- Am I right? - No. No, we hadn't.

You see, they're policemen.

Ex.

So the case has been reopened?

Case was never closed. It's being re-examined.

Can I ask why?

Frank Fox was jailed last month, for murder.

- Yeah. Of course. - You knew?

I'm with the Central Policy Planning Unit,

with special interest in the home office.

- Whitehall? - Huh, think my husband's a civil servant?

- How fantastic. - No, I work for the Labour Party.

And you do adverts, is that right?

Public relations.

You were in Livesey's tent on the night he was killed.

Do you recall what happened?

Ah, Josh left... late. He often went out walking at night.

Frank Fox and I stayed up talking for an hour or so.

Then we went to sleep.

Next morning, we found out Josh had... been butchered.

Is it possible Fox could have left the tent without you noticing?

- No. - How would you know, if you were asleep?

It was a very small tent. I'm a very light sleeper.

You got arrested that morning.

According to the account of the officer concerned,

- Detective Sergeant Ed Koumas... - I... I thought this was about Josh.

It is.

Ex-policemen?

You were in the Met in the '70s and the '80s, right?

Once a whore, always a whore.

Sorry.

- Coffee? - Thank you.

Black, please.

Police record made things very difficult for Imogen.

That and Josh's death...

I don't think she's ever really fully forgiven the people concerned.

What about you?

Well, Eleanor Clement and myself...

...we were seeing each other at the time,

we were in the other tent.

Didn't know anything about Josh till the police arrived in the morning.

I meant about being upset.

Oh.

I was shocked.

Josh was more Frank's friend than mine.

- But you knew him? - Yeah, but only through Frank.

We had this idea you were all very close.

Bottom line was that...

Josh was a bit of a tosser.

"We have to make a statement, we have to cut the wire,

break in en masse."

Yeah. All five of us.

- So who do you blame for his death? - We were all convinced it was political.

MI5. Special Branch.

La Sistema, as the Italians would say.

But now you've changed your mind?

- We were anti-nuclear, not anti... - Money?

And Frank Fox?

You heard what my wife said.

What do you say?

Given where Frank is now and...

...how well you knew him at the time.

Well... how well do any of us know anybody?

Really?

What do you want, boys?

- Still water, please. - Orange juice, please.

Forensics. Don't worry, there's nowt new.

- Tell her about Hoult. - Rude.

- Very. - Not a criminal offence.

Should be. Rudeness and contempt, three to five, minimum.

She was categoric, Frank Fox never left the tent.

So if he did do it, makes her complicit.

Added to which, she's now married to Colin Dobie.

Which is interesting, given he was with Eleanor Clement back then.

Mr. Dobie not a big fan of the dead man, by the way.

Not a big fan of the class struggle now.

Does he work in the City now?

- New Labour. - Urgh!

Prime example. Said a lot, told us nothing.

He's got a criminal record.

What, arrests at political protests?

Violence. Him and Clement.

And Clement?

Er, Colin Dobie and Eleanor Clement... working-class firebrands.

Arranged attacks against the police during the "Warrington Messenger" dispute.

Got arrested with Hoult.

All of his friends got records for violence?

They were supposed to be peace protesters.

Anything else?

- What? - The well man clinic called.

- Said they can't give me results... - Thank you!

Will you stop taking the pills?

- Hi. - Hello.

Duty Sergeant told me you like to drink here.

Well, how's it going?

We've just been talking to Livesey's friends. Apparently, Fox...

Fox! Now, that's incredible.

Just after I left you, I remembered something.

Livesey's body, it had been disturbed by animals.

They'd eaten away some of the um... flesh around the wound. Foxes.

I didn't tell you that, did I?

- Well, actually... - No. No, you didn't.

Anyway, I just popped in because it suddenly came to me, and I thought

...important.

- Yeah, thank you. - I'll let you get on with it, then. Cheers.

Bye.

Oh, shit.

You think he just forgot to tell us he's got Alzheimer's?

We'd better get hold of another officer from the murder team.

How about that guy that Hoult attacked.

- Koumas. - Koumas.

Ed Koumas. Detective Sergeant.

We were at Broadmoor, Jack and me.

We saw an ex-student protester from 20 years ago.

Paranoid. Totally barking.

He killed a bloke. And possibly another,

his best friend.

I think the '80s did for him.

What? Drugs?

- Drugs? - Well, you know... student.

Oh. Yeah, probably.

Anyway, now he has nothing.

No one to hold on to.

He's lost.

Thank you, darling.

Thank you for... not letting go.

Come on.

So, is that it? Is that what happens?

You turn into Graham Moore,

next thing you know, you're one of those blokes you read about in the paper...

squatting naked on a traffic island chewing daffodils.

Great. Bloody marvellous, eh?

That's extraordinary!

Eleanor Clement. Essex girl.

Should have worn your shell suit.

Can't wait to see her house.

She's on a houseboat. Turn right here.

Excuse me, you may not have noticed, this is not a four-wheel drive.

- It's a classic car, for God's sake! - Oh, just drive, you big Jessie.

Gordon Bennett. Look at this crap!

- Look at this shit. - Oh, crikey! I've got high heels on.

- I'm hardly wearing galoshes myself. - Break my ankle on these, you know.

It's all right. This better be worth it.

There's got to be something wrong with you to want to live in a place like this.

- Eleanor Clement? - Yes.

Close your mouth, Gerry. It's undignified.

This is lovely, innit?

You really think you can find Josh's killer after all this time?

Police techniques have advanced quite a lot since then. Things are pretty different now.

Things can only get better? Did Colin say that?

It is his party's mantra.

No.

But he did tell us that Josh Livesey wasn't as popular as we've been let to believed.

They agreed to disagree, politically.

But then Josh did mean different things to different people.

What did he mean to you?

Every group has a dynamic.

- Well, you know what I mean? - Yeah.

- Yeah, I know what you mean. - But it isn't a constant.

It bends with the remover to remove.

But however much we might change, Josh never did.

It was like he was fixed, at the centre, so to speak.

He was our conscience.

By "group", presumably you mean the five of you?

It's changed quite a lot since then, though, isn't it?

You have convictions for violence. Several in fact.

Only against the police.

A peace protester?

- Have you read Lampedusa? - Lampedusa?

No.

"In order for things to remain the same,

"things must change."

Does that include Frank Fox? Or was he always like he is now?

No. Frank changed completely after Josh's death.

Anger? Or guilt?

Frank adored Josh.

And you? Have you changed?

My guess is very little.

When was the last time you saw Josh?

About ten o'clock that night in his tent after supper.

- You were in his tent? - We all were.

We used to gather there in the evenings,

decide what we were going to do the next day,

then Colin and I would get back to our tent.

I don't understand why Dobie didn't marry you.

- You're a much better catch. - Imogen Hoult has quite a mind.

- Besides, I think they're better suited. - Ideologically?

I didn't think policemen were interested in ideologies.

The personal is always political.

Who do you think killed Josh?

Truthfully? You really want to know?

- Them. - "Them"?

The security services. Well, it's ironic, really, isn't it?

I mean, Josh more than anyone,

worked to make sure that Orwell's nightmare never came true.

And 20 years later what's happened?

Big Brother isn't a warning from history, it's a game show.

Josh Livesey was a martyr.

Right.

When you came before, I hadn't been taking my medication.

I'm sorry.

Trial transcript. Yours.

"Mr Fox suffers from paranoid delusions resulting from brain damage

"almost certainly occasioned by years of excessive drug use."

Starting when?

School? College?

School.

What with? Marijuana?

Dope, yeah. Grass, mainly.

I was never into anything heavy then.

Well, except maybe the odd bit of skunk.

- Skunk? - Dutch. Very strong stuff.

What about the peace camp? Do any there?

- Yeah, course you did. - I can't remember.

Honestly, I don't... I don't remember things.

I take these...

...every 12 hours...

because like you, if I don't, I turn into Mr Bonkers.

Oh.

- Damn! - What?

Empty...

- What are you doing? - I've run out!

- Stop it! - What?

This. You can't do this. You're a policeman.

Who told you that?

I think that's a paranoid delusion.

- I used to be a policeman. But I had to leave. - Why?

Tragic and unforeseen circumstances.

A man left alone in my custody... died.

Peace camp. Skunk. Remember?

Yes. Yes, I did.

We all did. We'd spliff up together.

- The night Livesey died? - Every night.

It was me, wasn't it?

It was me.

It was me! It was me!

Excuse me.

Just in case you're wondering, I'm here visiting my friend,

supporting him,

just like I have constantly for the last 20 years.

Okay?

How was Essex?

The wildlife was stunning.

She's a tree-hugger. Sorry, professional agitator.

Good lad.

"Guardian" article about the peace camp, 11th November 1984,

the day before the murder.

This is from the "Evening Standard" the following day,

the day the body was found.

- What am I looking at? - The fence.

- Yeah, but what am I supposed to be seeing? - They're different.

In this one, there's a line of wire running along the top of the fence.

In this one, there isn't.

The MOD sign is lower.

Wire in...

...wire gone.

- Different sections of the fence? - No. Its definitely the same section.

Day before the murder...

...day after.

That has been changed.

Only the section between the two posts.

Either side, the wire's as it was.

The only question is when.

After Livesey died.

At night, after he died, but before the body was found.

Dobie said that Livesey went on and on about cutting the wire. Well, he did.

- And they made sure nobody would find out. - Who's "they"?

You know what I'm talking about. Secret bloody Squirrels!

Look, look, look. This section of fence was replaced, right?

Why?

Because someone cut the wire.

Now, what if that someone hadn't cut the wire, then got into the base?

And while he's in the base, gets killed?

This section of fence is 80 yards from the tents.

You tell me, how it could have been replaced in the middle of the night

without anyone noticing?

- Well... - Impossible.

Not if they're all stoned.

Every night after supper, according to Fox.

All of them. Dope-fest. Skunk.

Some kind of heavy-duty stuff from Holland.

Did you go and see Fox again, on your own?

Almost. I bumped into Colin Dobie. He was visiting his friend.

- Even though he might have killed Livesey? - Frank Fox never killed Livesey.

How do you know?

Because, despite all the drugs, he still remembers everything.

Everything except killing his best friend.

I'm telling you, if he had done it, he wouldn't let himself forget.

He couldn't.

- That still leaves us with three suspects. - No! Livesey cut the wire!

This murder all comes back to the spooks.

Golden rule of policing, page one.

In the event of security service involvement, you cease to be.

- Where are you going? - I've got a... thing.

What's she doing?

Don't know, but she's in the mood to do something stupid.

- What, like a date? - No, not a man.

Secret Squirrels.

- Oh, shit. - She might need our help. Come on.

My God! I've been clamped!

Well, what did you expect? You're in Bevan's space.

Come on, we'll go in mine.

- Why did you park there? - Come on, hurry up! Come on!

He thinks he owns the place. Little toad, I'll swing for him!

There's hardly room. Careful!

Where's she going?

Taxi!

Whoa!

Careful!

Bloody hell!

I have to inform you, Mr Standing, that you have failed your test.

- She jumped a red light. - Christ...

Special Branch safe house.

So what do we do now?

What we were trained to do. Wait.

I spy with my little eye

something beginning with... 'C'.

CCTV.

- Where? - There. See?

- It's trained on us. - That's a burglar alarm.

- Eh? - It's a burglar alarm!

It's been over an hour.

Conspiracy.

You can't see a conspiracy.

Course you can. I see 'em all the time.

Hey, look.

Bloody hell. She's seeing a woman!

Ah, well, all makes sense now, dunnit?

Shit!

Oh, sh...

- Hello! - Very good. I had no idea you were there.

- You must have been on a special course. - We were only trying to...

How dare you follow me?

Look, it's um... ...it's okay.

- We don't mind. - You don't mind?!

It doesn't change anything. Makes no difference to us.

- We're all completely comfortable with it. - What are you talking about?!

- Your sexuality. - My what?

Well, you know.

You and her.

"Shopping round the corner."

Oh, that's fantastic.

That... That is priceless!

She's not my girlfriend, you stupid...

She's my shrink!

Her shrink?

What's she doing with a shrink?

Well, you're the bloody expert, you tell us!

"Love is not love, which alters when it alteration finds,

"or bends with the remover to remove."

Gerry, don't tell me, you're worried about me?

- Sandra Pullman? - Who is that?

Jim Chambers.

Jim, I would say what a lovely surprise,

except for the fact that I was only talking about Special Branch the...

Sorry, this is Greg.

- Greg. - DI Greg Johnson,

- Detective Superintendent Pullman. - Hi.

Can we talk?

Sandra, because we know each other,

I'm gonna have to ensure that this meeting's strictly...

Strictly off-record. There's two of you. End of story.

Okay, how about I lead? Um...

We're here to enquire as to the nature of your interest in Special Branch personnel

and what bearing that has on any current investigation

into the murder of Joshua Livesey.

Special Branch personnel?

Well, does it have a bearing?

An officer of your experience and ability must know that any such request

must go through the proper channels.

I can assure you that we are at the early stages of our inquiry,

but since you're here,

it would be very useful for me to have a categoric assurance

there was no political aspect to this case.

There wasn't.

Oh, great. Good. Now we can all live happily ever after.

I was told you fly by the seat of your pants.

They must be lucky ones.

Yeah, it's funny, cause you see the harder I work, the luckier I get.

Okay. How about Joshua Livesey was not killed by the intelligence services,

nor the military, nor any other agents of government, accidentally or otherwise.

- On record. - Sandra...

You can have it written in blood if you like... ma'am.

I want to close this case.

I promise you, there is no desire on our part to obstruct your investigation.

Just don't run any more checks on Special Branch personnel.

Deal?

- Okay. - Thank you.

Nice to have met you.

Sandra... I'm sorry.

Just so you know, I'll let you keep the tape...

...if you agree to have dinner with me, that's my number.

Okay, how about Joshua Livesey was not killed by the intelligence services,

nor the military, nor any other agents of government, accidentally or otherwise.

You taped him?!

Special Branch?!

Isn't that what you always do?

Not them!

- What are you doing? - Looking for bugs.

You don't speak to Special Branch.

You never believe them and you never trust them.

This is all down to you telling Bevan.

Special Branch did not come calling because I spoke to Bevan.

- Clark? - Yes, ma'am?

Who have you been trying to trace on the police database?

- Well, Mr Lane said... - Just tell me.

Koumas.

- No one else? - No.

Now, why would you ask Clark to look him up? You?

Who knows the CV of the entire Met for the last 30 years.

And I'll bet you didn't get any information back on him did you, Mr Ed Koumas.

No, and you won't. You wanna know why?

Because his details are restricted.

- He's Special Branch. - Shit! I told you!

I mean, even if Livesey did cut the wire and break in,

why would they kill him?

It's ridiculous.

Maybe the base guards got hold of him. Dogs.

- He panics. It's an accident, ain't it? - It's murder.

But you don't murder a nobody.

Clement didn't think he was a nobody.

Eleanor Clement, Colin Dobie and Imogen Hoult were all violent left-wing activists.

Who would've been under constant surveillance by Special Branch.

Absolutely. So why do they bring in yet another man on the scene,

this Detective Sergeant Ed Koumas, and stick him in the murder squad?

- Hi. - Oh, hi, Graham. Come in.

You can't be serious?

It's his short-term memory that's gone, not long.

- Graham. - Hi, Graham. Thanks for coming in.

No, no. Thank you. So, how can I help?

There was an officer on your original team, Ed Koumas.

How well did you know him?

The Josh Livesey murder.

Koumas. The cop who arrested Imogen Hoult.

- The girl who lost her rag. - Oh, Koumas, Koumas, yeah. Um...

No, no. There were five or six. Some I knew, some I didn't.

- Five or six what? - Well, men like Koumas.

Officers attached on the day.

He searched the tents.

That's what seemed to set the girl off, I think.

- Koumas searched the tent? - Yeah, both of them.

Didn't find anything.

What, is there a problem?

Hi, Frank.

Come and sit down.

Come on.

- So, how are you feeling? - I feel okay.

We spoke before, remember?

The peace camp?

About Josh?

He kept saying he was going to cut the wire, didn't he?

That night...

...did he go out and cut the wire?

Frank?

To prove he could do it.

I said I'd go with him. I was supposed to go with him.

I didn't.

- Why not? - I was scared.

- Of what? - Everything.

They were watching us. Watching, following.

Was that before or after they'd all had dope?

No. They were there all the time.

Josh knew.

He knew their secret, but they didn't know his.

What secret was that, Frank?

It's not a secret if you don't keep it.

I promised Josh.

Was it to do with the two tents?

You said "two tents", Frank. Remember?

It's his secret. Josh's.

I only know how to keep it.

You know how to keep a secret?

Like a mole.

In the dark.

- Hi. - Thank you.

Well, it's lunch and not dinner, but...

Just um..., just don't say anything for the moment, yeah?

Thanks.

Thank you.

I'm um... I'm not prepared to be messed around any longer.

So you need to realise that if I'm truly honest with you,

you have to return the favour, understand?

Yeah, okay.

What do you want from me?

- Honestly? - Yeah.

From you, nothing.

- Nothing? Okay... - To you, um...

I want to make love to you, if we're being truly honest.

Josh Livesey had a secret. What was it?

Oh, so this is a working lunch, is it?

You said you wouldn't obstruct my investigation, so don't.

You would have had those people under surveillance.

Well, not personally, I was only 14 at the time.

Sorry. Okay. What did your lot know about Livesey?

He was a student. That's about as interesting as it gets.

We don't kill boring people.

If Special Branch had nothing to do with Livesey's death, then

why was one of them parachuted into the murder team

without the knowledge of the senior investigating officer?

We know about the fence.

We know that a section of fence was replaced the night Josh died.

- Why would we do that? - Why?

Because of the outcry of press and public

if a young activist is found beaten to death inside a NATO base.

Especially at a time when her Majesty's government was hardly flavour of the month.

I think it's called a cover-up.

All right, let me ask you this, what sort of cover-up allows a body to be found at all?

He died inside the base. Yes or no?

Base personnel discovered Livesey's body ten feet inside the wire...

- You bastards... - That body was subsequently moved.

And it doesn't mean that anyone on our side killed him.

Why move the body if you didn't?

Like you said, it doesn't look good on the CV.

Sorry, erm...

...if you possessed the means to determine the identity of the perpetrator,

I assume you, as a detective, would understand the need to buy the time to do so.

And unfortunately, the murder weapon gave us nothing.

- Murder weapon? - Bolt cutters.

They only had Livesey's prints and what is blood on them.

- Where's the weapon now? - It was disposed of.

The person whose decision it was had less than five hours to devise a plan and put it into effect.

- In the circumstances, it was a pretty good call. - Really (?)

Moving the body stymied Graham Moore's investigation,

and having devised this plan, you failed to ID the killer.

And that's apart from the fact that 20 years on,

we might have been able to recover vital evidence from this disposed-off weapon,

so what was good about it?

Okay, it was a cock-up, but not a conspiracy.

Thank heavens for that! Gin and tonics all round (!)

You asked me to be honest. I have been.

- Nothing. - Nothing?

Nothing. Hoult, I, Hoult, Imogen.

Even under her married name. There's nothing there anyway.

I am a mole and I live in a hole!

Hiya.

Okay, guys. I've just met with someone from Special Branch.

- You've what?! - Just wait.

DI Johnson admits that Livesey died inside the base,

that Special Branch recovered the murder weapon and moved the body,

but he was dead when they found him.

Also, that Ed Koumas was their man trying to find out what happened. He failed.

You believe that?

He didn't have to tell me anything, so why admit to that and not the murder?

- He wants to see you naked. - He wants the killer caught.

- That why they arrested Hoult? - Imogen Hoult was released without charge.

There is no record of any assault on any Detective Sergeant Ed Koumas.

Hoult's not on the national criminal database. We checked.

She has no record at all.

She was arrested in Warrington as well, remember?

In those wonderful far-off days before computers.

Yeah, we phoned 'em.

An Imogen Hoult was arrested during the "Messenger" dispute,

but released without charge.

Yeah, they still have all the details on card.

Date, time, who she was arrested with...

and who the interviewing officers were.

Go on. Have a guess?

- Ed Koumas. - Livesey's secret?

Imogen Hoult was a Special Branch mole.

If she realised she'd been discovered...

- Imogen..., good to see you. - I'll be with you in a moment.

- Afternoon, Ms Hoult. - It's a joke, is it?

- This is Superintendent Pullman. - And this is my work.

Given your relationship with Josh Livesey, we hoped that you might...

- You hoped wrong. - Can I just ask you one question, please?

Why does your husband think you have a criminal record?

You don't. We've checked.

I'm sure you find this kind of stuff fascinating,

but in the real world, it's just sad sounding.

The morning Livesey was killed, you went berserk.

That's fantastic. Please tell me you think I killed Josh.

No, Imogen, I'll tell you what's fantastic.

That you attacked an officer who'd only been drafted into the murder squad that morning,

a man who happened to be the same detective who questioned you in Warrington

...12 months earlier.

I think we're finished, don't you?

You're right, you don't have to answer any questions.

But here's what I'm going to do.

I'm going to inform the Assistant Commissioner

that a Special Branch informant withheld information regarding Livesey's murder

for the simple reason that, I believe, she did it.

I think you'll find Special Branch talking to you themselves before then.

Oh, I'm very sorry. I hadn't made myself quite clear.

I have already spoken to Special Branch.

By the early '80s, it was obvious even to people with half-brain

we were heading for disaster.

The hard left.

You were a cop at the time, you'll know what's its like.

- Yeah. We got a big pay rise. - How did you start, as it were?

I was approached at university.

Short while later, I was given a handler.

- Koumas? - Yes. Specialist training.

- Money? - I'd have done it for nothing.

My job was to infiltrate student groups, pass on the information.

Clement? Fox? Your husband?

Yes.

Livesey?

He hardly rated a mention. He was a fantasist.

He was going to do this, that or the other.

- Cut the wire? - Exactly.

He did.

Night he died, Josh Livesey cut the wire and got into the base where he was killed,

albeit, according to your mates in intelligence, not by them.

- In the base? - Koumas didn't tell you?

He just asked what happened when Josh left the tent, stuff like that.

So, in order to avoid a major PR disaster,

they fixed the fence and shifted the body to the woods.

In fact, Josh died just yards from the peace camp,

so it could have been anyone, anyone of the four of you.

I never left the tent.

Really?

- Shocked? - Stunned.

You know, if she can lie to her husband for 20 years,

acting stunned isn't gonna stretched it too much, is it?

It wasn't acting. She couldn't believe it.

Hold on, hold on, what are we saying?

That the killing had nothing to do with her being a mole?

Cos... somebody else could've worked out there was a mole...

...but got it wrong.

So they killed the wrong person?

- Fox? - No.

- Dobie? - He thinks Josh was a tosser.

Clement?

I'll go.

Thought you might.

Josh was... in the woods?

The body was moved.

So with Livesey dying in the base,

being in the peace camp is no longer an alibi.

You admit to not liking him.

In politics, if I killed everyone I didn't like, I'd...

Eleanor Clement and I were together... all night.

Neither of you left your tent?

We've had this conversation before. No.

What did you talk about when you went to visit Frank Fox at Broadmoor?

The mundane. It's easier that way.

Does he ever bring up Josh Livesey?

So he's never mentioned anything about Josh's secret?

Josh's secret?

Josh wouldn't know what a secret was, never mind...

You don't know what secret I'm talking about?

Josh's secret...

is that he realised one of you was a mole,

an informant for Special Branch.

We believe that one of the rest of you thought the same thing

and killed Josh by mistake, thinking it was him.

A mole? At Monken Hadley?

- It was a peace camp. - You weren't very peaceful.

Special Branch had a file on you.

- What's so funny? - I don't know what's more ludicrous, really,

Someone imagining that Josh was a mole

or the idea that any one of us might betray the others.

I'd have done it for nothing.

My job was to infiltrate student groups, pass on the information.

Clement? Fox? Your husband?

Yes.

As you say...

ludicrous.

I'm sure with your standing in the party,

you would find out one way or another about your wife.

Anything you want to tell us now?

No.

Nothing.

Am I free to go?

When we left your tent, Colin asked me about straight out about Josh.

I couldn't lie to him, so I told him the truth.

- Can you hear? - Shhh...

That you and Josh were sleeping together?

Yes!

- You're making this up! - What are they saying?

- I was inside the tent... - Shut up!

- How many times do I have to tell you? - You're lying!

- You wanna go and ask him? - Let's ask him!

- Why didn't you say anything? - Because he was only gone for a few minutes.

I thought Josh died in the woods.

I just know it wasn't me.

Gerry?

Gerry?

Stop mucking about! Come on!

"Stop mucking about"?! You wally!

Uuurrrgh!

Hang on! Hang on!

- What you doing? - Ringing a taxi.

- I'm not getting in there like this! - Don't be so bloody daft!

Get in! Come on or we'll lose them both.

- My God! You look like shit. - He smells like it.

Eleanor Clement had no idea that Livesey was killed behind the wire.

Until tonight, when Hoult accused her of murdering him.

The moment she heard that, she really did know who'd done it...

Colin Dobie.

Livesey wasn't killed by politics or moles or Special Branch.

Dobie killed him because he found out Livesey was shagging his bird.

- Eleanor Clement? - Livesey was giving her one on the quiet.

DS Pullman. UCOS in attendance.

- Oh, shit! - Hold on.

Police and ambulance to 10 Brighton Mews, SW1.

42-year-old male, stab wound to the left shoulder.

- Urgh... no, it's not too deep. - He'll be alright.

Who's been a naughty boy, then?

Okay, who'd like to start?

Oh, bloody hell!

They're not gonna say anything, are they?

They don't.

They're all 20 years old again. Resisting oppression.

"Bends with the remover to remove."

Shakespearean love sonnet.

You were in love with him, weren't you? Josh Livesey.

- You were Josh's secret. - Argh!

Colin here found out... ...and so he killed him.

So once Hoult realized it had to be someone in the other tent,

why did she immediately think that it was Clement and not her husband?

The irony, isn't it?

She kept a secret from him for 20 years,

she couldn't believe he was capable of doing the same.

Here he comes.

He's asked for his solicitor.

- Well done. - Thank you, sir.

Somebody's pleased.

He won't be, when he finds out we banged up one of New Labour's top policy bods.

Oh, yeah. La Sistema. It's Italian.

Sandra?

Her old man's a bit of a charmer, isn't he?

Um... I'll be in touch.

You should've told me Hoult was one of yours.

Is that him, Squirrel Nutkin?

It's a dangerous game, sleeping with the enemy.

- You stink! - You do, actually.

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