All language subtitles for New.Tricks.S01E04.DVDRip.WS.AC3.XviD-SFM

- They're very close. Some race, thisl
- Kick it!

Oh, yes, my beauty! Come on, the forehorse.

- Go on! Go!
- Golden Memory on the nearside.

- Go for it! Move!
- The rest are nowhere.

Now! Go!

What? Oh!

Arse!

Hello, Clarky.

Hey, watch this!

- Here, Scruffy.
- (BARKS)

Hup!

- New goalie for AFC!
- She'll go mental.

- She's not gonna see it.
- We'll tidy up before she gets back.

This afternoon? She's back this afternoon.

- No, Friday. She's still in Italy.
- Yeah, look, look.

- It says, "I'm back 12th of the 8th."
- "At".

She lands at 12 on the 8th.
She'll be on her way in by now.

Uh-oh!

♪ It's all right, it's OK

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

♪ It's all right, I say, it's OK

♪ Listen to what I say

♪ It's all right, doing fine

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

♪ It's all right, I say, it's OK

♪ We're getting to the end of the day

- ♪ High tech, low tech, take your pick... ♪
- Anybody want this pizza?

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

- Oi! Leave it alone.
- ♪ I don't care what anybody says ♪

Sandra! Welcome back!

- What's that smell?
- Ylang-ylang.

- Aromatic oil.
- (SCRUFFY GROWLING)

- (COUGHING)
- (GROWLING CONTINUES)

- (BARKING)
- You're not going to shoot him, are you?

- For you to read.
- What's in those bags?

- What is it?
- 17-year-old. Killed himself.

- We don't do suicides.
- There's another one somewhere.

(SHRIEKS)

According to his father,
Ken Rodger hanged himself in 1982

because the police wanted to fit him up

for the murder of a 10-year-old boy
called Jimmy Spencer.

- Did they charge him?
- No.

- Anyone else ever charged with the murder?
- No.

- Any new information on the killing?
- No.

(PA) Will DCI Jones go to reception?

They didn't find Jimmy Spencer's body
for two days.

- On a golf course.
- Part-buried in a newly dug ditch.

- Are you gonna eat that?
- No, I'm gonna wear it as a hat.

You are what you eat.

The murder weapon was never found,
but tests proved it was a golf club.

- Is that Roquefort?
- Yeah, yeah.

The inquiry focused on certain members
of the Wellesley Park Golf Club.

There was a Greens Committee meeting
on the same day and a Seniors' competition.

And they found out about Ken Rodger.
He had a warning for flashing.

There were no signs of a sexual assault.

Mm, well, still first choice as a motive.
Why else kill a child?

Er... knew something,
saw something, had something.

Derek Rodger is convinced that his son
did not kill Jimmy Spencer.

My dad was convinced I should've played
centre half for England.

Just see him, that's all we're saying.

As far as everyone is concerned,
this case is closed.

Re-examining Jimmy Spencer's murder

would throw a great many lives into turmoil,
not just yours.

Well, I've spent 20 years in turmoil.

20 years trying to get someone, anyone,
to look at the case again.

I want my boy's name cleared.

If it was up to me,
but it's Superintendent Pullman's decision.

Kenny couldn't account for his whereabouts.

- He was at home.
- No one saw him.

Six months earlier, he'd been warned by police
for indecent exposure.

He was seen pissing on the golf course
by some stuck-up cow with a teenage daughter

and then she tells the police
that Kenny was flashing at them.

Well, this whole bloody...

(GASPING FOR BREATH)

Well, that...

Well, that's a load of lies.

No one knew about that
until after Spencer was killed.

Within a fortnight, Kenny was dead

and after the funeral, I got the bullet.

- They sacked you?
- 18 years, head green keeper.

Tell the Superintendent about Kenny's golf.

Oh! If I was to say to you

he played off scratch when he was 14,

well, you get the idea.

It's good. Very good.

Yeah.

A lock of Kenny's hair.

His mother cut it off him when he was four,
a month before she died,

so as it could be buried with her.

This one's gonna be buried with me.

Can we borrow it?

If we take up the case,
a sample of Ken's DNA would be a great help.

OK.

But I need it back.

Derek, what if after all this time

we prove to you
that Kenny did kill Jimmy Spencer?

Well, then, he's better off where he is.

In hell.

- What is it? What's wrong with him?
- Emphysema.

- How long has he got, do you think?
- Four, five weeks.

- He has no one, does he?
- No.

Scruffy, come on.

- Come on, it's all right.
- Scruffy! Come on, mate, here you go.

- What are you doing?
- I'm trying to tempt him out.

It's a dog, not a bloody monkey.

- Come on, Scruffy. Come on!
- Suit yourself.

It's all right. The nasty woman's gone.

- Are we interrupting something?
- Oh!

Don! How lovely to see you!

- James Spencer.
- It's still on file, technically an open case.

Yeah. A long time ago.
The officer in charge was Paul Thompson?

- Good DI.
- (SCRUFFY GROWLS)

Er... Paul Thompson...

Yeah. DCI, Murder Squad, 1980-1985.

- Made Superintendent.
- (GROWLING)

- Ahem.
- Transferred to Serious Crime Squad, '85-'89.

Chief Superintendent, 1990 till he retired in '94.

Yeah, it was felt that by putting it to bed,
he'd done a good job in tricky circumstances.

- A lot of publicity.
- (GROWLING)

- (YAP)
- (HISTRIONIC COUGHING)

He's on medication.

Yeah, its former high profile
makes me keen to close this case,

particularly given that there was never
any specific evidence against Ken Rodger.

OK. As long as you conduct your inquiries
with appropriate discretion.

(SANDRA) Bloody hell!
Do they have a tradesman's entrance?

Jack!

(BUZZ OF CONVERSATION)

Er, sorry to disturb you, gentlemen,
I'm looking for a Mr Pimley.

- Which one? There's two.
- Stewart, the manager.

- Well, you want to go into the lobby.
- Jack...

I'm dreadfully sorry. The sign at the door
does state male members only.

- I'm a police officer.
- And I'm the president,

but if I wore a skirt,
I'd still be expressly forbidden in this room.

- A police officer reinvestigating a murder.
- This is all my fault.

Is there a problem?

Stewart Pimley, general manager.

I'm sorry, but it's a rule of the club.
You really can't stay here.

Come on.

We'd like to speak to everyone questioned
during the original investigation.

It was over 20 years ago.

I was 12 but I remember the photographers
and reporters, as well as police.

- You were a member then?
- Family member. My father played.

This is a famous club. It's very important
Wellesley Park's reputation doesn't suffer.

We only need to talk to the Seniors
and Greens Committee members.

My father was on that Greens Committee
and he's dead.

- Most of the Seniors are probably dead.
- It is the murder of a child.

We'll be very discreet. As a serving officer
I was responsible for the setting up of SO43,

the Special Auxiliary Department for Discreet
Questioning at New Scotland Yard.

Special Auxiliary Department
for Discreet Questioning.

SAD DiQ. Very hush-hush. Very successful.

- They threw her out?
- Escorted. It's a gentlemen's bar.

- What did she do?
- She went a funny colour.

- What, white or red?
- Puce, I think you'd call it.

Mm. It's the clothes
I can't get my head round. Golfers.

Some clubs draw a white line down the bar.

- What for?
- Women are not allowed to cross it.

- (CLARK LAUGHING)
- No, seriously.

And at clubs like Wellesley Park
they'd lay a mine to keep them out.

But why?
Why would you want to exclude women?

Look, God knows I like women, but...

- Haven't you ever wanted to be with just...
- Men?

Not since I joined the police.

- So where is she now?
- In town.

- She wouldn't tell me what she was doing.
- Really?

I don't live for my work,
but every day I'm thankful I do what I do.

It is hard. It's very hard. It's all-embracing
and sometimes it's very difficult to switch off,

but I'd rather be a police officer any day...

S-S-Sorry... A what?

Police. I'm a Detective Superintendent.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Well... what can either of us do
in just two minutes?

I'm a cop.

So... where do you come from, erm...?

Stanley. Whitby, Yorkshire.

God's country.

(WELSH ACCENT) Though the bodywork's
a trifle rusty and the chassis's in need of repair,

all Ivor's engine really needs
is a regular service, if you get my meaning.

Do you have any interests, Brindsley?

Horses. Big horses.

Strong, muscular, covered in sweat.

So, what about you? What do you do?

Erm... I work in local government.

Right!

Yeah, well, I always found my three exes
were much happier as housewives.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Brian not in?
- Right, listen.

I've sent Spencer's clothes and effects
to the ACPO labs,

along with Ken Rodger's hair.

I've made a list of child murders
ten years either side of the killing

and copies of all the press reports on the case.

If he doesn't start pulling his weight, he's out.

I've detailed every golf-course killing
since 1950. Seventeen.

Well, it's a very frustrating game.

- How'd you get on, Gerry?
- With what?

Paul Thompson,
guy who led the original murder inquiry.

- No help whatsoever.
- Why?

'Cause he's dead. He had a stroke last Friday.

I checked every force in Britain
via the Holmes computer.

Spencer's murder's very unusual.
Four golf-course killings of children under 11,

but the other three all had a sexual element.

And the only boy was Darrell Tovey.

- Steer Park, April 1990.
- You weren't in the Murder Squad in 1990.

No, we were brought in
to offer specialist aid and advice.

- We?
- Paedophile Unit.

- As I remember, it worked.
- Stewart Pimley called from the golf club.

Says they can see you around lunchtime.

You could have a word with Thompson's deputy.

Better get my skates on
before they bury him.

Unlikely. He only retired last year.

48!

- Chief Superintendent.
- Oh, great.

- Another smart-arse, fast-track...
- (BRIAN LAUGHING)

All right, all right. What's his name?

Loveless. Diane Loveless! (LAUGHS)

Thanks very much. Morning.

- Gerry Standing.
- Thanks for agreeing to see me.

The Gerry Standing.

This is impressive, isn't it?
Yeah. Very nice.

My last three years in the job were at Interpol,
specialising in credit card fraud.

When I retired, the banks sought me out.

In 12 months, I've cut card fraud losses by 40%.
They like that.

So they should.

- James Spencer?
- Yeah, do you remember it?

It was a child killing. You ever work one?

Well, then you know.

You interviewed Ken Rodger.

- What made you think he did it?
- I didn't.

- Yeah, but the case file...
- Nine times out of ten,

a file like that exists to justify
the closing of an investigation - a result.

Thompson, my guv'nor,
had no doubts about the result.

But you did?

I thought forensics were inconclusive.
The body was dragged, not lifted,

only part-buried -
that suggested to me the killer wasn't very strong.

Might even have been interrupted.

We had to interview Ken Rodger
because of his flasher history

and when we did,
he was awkward, scared, nervous,

but then, he was 17,
on suspicion of murder.

I didn't sense any tendency to violence,
not the outbursts of temper the killer must've had.

Did you tell Thompson this?

Not as much as I should have, no.

- Why not?
- Huh! Thompson of the Yard?

A 26-year-old female DI? Have you any idea
what it was like for a woman then?

We're talking 1982.

Yeah, there must've been
some terrible male officers around then.

I wanted to get on.

And if you're a woman, there are things you do,

sometimes,

you may not like.

But basically, you think what we're doing
is worthwhile?

- Oh, yes.
- Well, we're hoping to er... mount

a closer forensic re-examination.

That can only help,

can't it?

Gentlemen, thank you for seeing me
at such short notice.

Mr Halford. lan Gordon and Fred Donaldson,
surviving Greens Committee members.

Ex-Chief Superintendent Jack Halford,
now officially retired.

Fred's a retired solicitor, so I asked him
to sit in on lan's interview as well.

- Is it all right if my colleagues...?
- Fine. This part of the club isn't restricted.

PC Clark.

Ex-Detective Inspector Brian Lane.

Sadly, they don't actually play the game,
but let's not hold that against them, eh?

James Spencer?

Truth be told, he was
rather an unpleasant little child.

- You know the sort.
- Not really.

Irritating, running round the place shouting,

getting on people's nerves, bullying
younger kids. No one will say it, of course.

Still, it was a long time ago,
and anyway, the wench is dead.

Who?

Beg pardon - figure of speech.

I just meant the deed is done,
can't be changed.

- So what about Ken Rodger?
- Best young bloody golfer I've ever seen.

Won the Tyro Cup. Under-18s.
Big thing in club golf.

No Wellesley Park boy ever got close
until Ken Rodger won it in 1980,

by six shots, aged 15.

- Wow.
- Ordinarily, yes, worship the tee he drove off,

but he liked playing practical jokes.

That's why the Greens Committee
met the morning Spencer died.

- You all met here?
- In this room.

Gordon, Andy Pimley, myself,

to discuss Ken Rodger's suspension
from the club.

- Why?
- Oh, his latest stunt,

moving the tee, some bloody nonsense.

I voted against, which vetoed the motion.
Still, it was last chance saloon time.

What did you think when you heard
he was suspected of killing Spencer?

I thought, "What a waste.

"He's thrown away the chance of becoming
a pro golfer," which he would've been.

So you did think he'd done it?

He hanged himself.

So I look at these other women

and then back at this man with his three ex-wives

and I think, "I'm divorced with a series of...

"well, with several failed relationships
and here I am speed-dating a man called Vic."

Do you see that as the sum total
of your experience with men?

- Personally or professionally?
- You choose.

Well, at work, there's just four of them
and I'm in charge.

Are you?

Yeah.

- Jimmy Spencer. Everyone liked him?
- What a very silly question.

It was James, not Jimmy.
Nobody except the press ever called him that.

- You knew him?
- Parents were members.

Wonderful people.

Absolute tragedy.
Father couldn't pick up a club afterwards.

- Ken Rodger. Where was he found?
- An oak tree. By the 16th tee.

Typical. Trust him to hang himself
by the hardest hole on the course.

Since he died, you'd do very well
to make par there.

- Who found him?
- His father.

- Derek Rodger found his son's body?
- Yes.

It was a very unsatisfactory conclusion
to events, really.

In the sense that the perpetrator
rather evaded proper justice.

Thank you, Mr Gordon.

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to ask.

What sort of a person was Andrew Pimley?

Major Andy Pimley, Scots Guards.
Died in the Falklands.

Military Cross. You don't win them in a lucky bag.

- Hi, I'm Dave Pimley, I'm Stewart's brother.
- Ah, pleased to meet you.

- You both work at Wellesley Park?
- Dave is the club professional.

- What did you want to know about our father?
- You remember him?

- A little.
- What was he like?

- He was a wonderful and loving father.
- Decent. Loyal.

- Courageous.
- A good friend, I take it.

Great friend.

He knew the dead boy's parents?

- Very well.
- Did he like them?

- Probably. He was the type of man who...
- My father got on with everyone.

And because of the kind of man he was,
everyone liked him.

- You're talking as though he were a suspect.
- No.

A boy was murdered
and your father was here at the time.

This is a fine club
and I'm very proud to be its president.

If you're seeking to blacken the memory
of the finest person in this club's history, well...

All I can say is that there are other members
far less tolerant than me,

but with a lot more influence,

if you er...

follow my drift.

Tread softly, for you tread on their dad.

There you go, look.

- Ooh.
- It's the same.

No! She's wrapped the insides up as well.

- This one's nearly open.
- Forensic report.

Saliva on James Spencer's clothes,
front and back,

pooling and spread pattern reveal it to belong
to someone dragging the body, post-mortem.

- The killer.
- It doesn't come from Spencer or his parents.

Nor, having also isolated
the genetic code of Ken Rodger's hair,

does his DNA match
that of the saliva found on the victim.

Ken Rodger - innocent.

Diane had her doubts at the time.

Really? They don't figure on file.

No, the '80s, beautiful woman in a man's world,

canteen culture, glass ceiling.

You slept with her, didn't you?

- Yeah.
- You disgust me.

We never discussed you at all.

- Jack!
- Diane Loveless...

She still have that tattoo of a killer whale
on her bum?

I thought it was a shark.

I knew it.

Always knew it.

My boy never hurt anybody.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- (SOBBING)
- So are we.

I'm er... I'm being moved out.

I can't look after myself any more.

Any chance you'll find who really did it?

A chance.

- Here you go. Jack got them.
- Ta.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

OK. Motive, we don't know. Weapon.

- Golf club.
- Possibly, but which we don't have.

- Suspects.
- The Seniors competition. All the geriatrics.

That's why they dragged the body.
Too weak to carry it.

They play in groups of four.

Unless one took time out from
searching for a ball to batter a boy to death.

Until Ken Rodger turned up, the murder team
was looking at this Greens Committee,

- because they were all at the club.
- Diane said the same thing.

Yeah - 20 years too late.

Why were they all so protective about a hero,
a man who needs no protection?

What I don't understand is
why kill this particular 10-year-old boy?

He knew something, saw something,
had something.

- Wish we had.
- The DNA. We've got that.

- The committee. Test them.
- They're not going to buy into that.

Well, fine. If they say no, you say, "Why not?"

- Yeah, but...
- No, no. It only takes one to agree

and the rest are gonna have to think
for reasons why they won't.

Before we do anything
we'd better speak to Spencer's parents,

let them know that we're starting again.

Ugh!

- Oh!
- Bit of nut under me plate. You ever get that?

- It's bloody painful.
- (MOBILE)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

You haven't got one.

Hello?

Oh, hi.

What? No, no, no. You wait.

- I've gotta go.
- So they do communicate over vast distances.

- What?
- Killer whales.

Hi. Diane Loveless.

- Sandra Pullman.
- Diane.

I found my original notebooks.
Thought they might help.

Thank you.

Yeah, Gerry said you'd been very... helpful.

Yeah, they'll be great, yeah.

- We'd better hurry.
- I understand you had doubts about Ken Rodger

but felt unable to express it
due to the macho climate in the force.

I didn't find it particularly intimidating.

Fast-tracked, were you? Mm. Well, I wasn't.

But then in my 28 years,
I never shot any dogs, either.

(JACK AND BRIAN SING "JAWS" THEME)

- Mr Spencer?
- Yes.

I'm Detective Superintendent Sandra Pullman,
this is Jack Halford.

We're from
the Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad.

It's about your son, James.

I wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss.

I know what it is to lose someone
through an act of violence.

But I promise you
we'll do everything in our power

to find out the truth
about who killed your son.

Thank you for that, although I do have to say

that hearing James's case was being reopened
did come as an immense shock.

It does seem rather extraordinary to me

that after 20 years there should be such
a sudden rash of interest in James's death now.

The phone hasn't stopped.

(PHONE RINGS)

(GRUNTS)

Hello? Yes.

Yes, OK. I'll ask.

It's the front desk. There's a journalist outside.
They want to know if you'll speak to him.

- TV or print?
- Does it matter?

- Course it matters!
- Will you speak to him?

- Why? Why should I?
- 'Cause it's important.

- We need a positive interface with...
- Bollocks.

Hello.

I'm sorry, we won't be able to facilitate
that particular request in the current time frame.

Yes, that means no.

- OK. Thanks. Bye-bye.
- Has he gone?

No.

Anything else you want, just give us a call.

Yeah, I will. Yeah.

See you later.

Tiger.

Yeah. I'll see you.

Ron Protheroe, "Evening Standard". I'm looking
to speak to someone from the UCOS team.

Escusi?

Come ask make home.

Come Albania. This is police, yeah?

Come ask claim for asylum.

- Is that journalist still there?
- Yeah.

What did you tell him?

Good God, you look terrible.

- What happened?
- Something I ate.

Oh, right. Seafood.

Have you seen this?

"That they should question the integrity of a man
who is no position to defend his reputation

"for the simple reason that he gave his life
for his country, it's despicable.

"Even more so
when some of those involved

"are ex-police officers
whose service record is far from exemplary."

- She's...
- The widow of a war hero.

Somebody at the golf club
leaked what we're doing.

But not the stuff about former officers.
Who's dishing the dirt on us, Don?

I've no idea, but I'll tell you this.

Closing the Spencer case might have been a
high priority then, but it's bloody imperative now.

If you don't find out who killed that boy,
we're all yesterday's news, not today's.

(DOOR OPENING)

I thought I had explained about this bar.

- Why did you go to the press?
- It wasn't him.

It was me. If this club is to be subjected

to media intrusion and speculation again -
because of you -

I wanted to get our point of view across
loud and clear and early.

I make a point of minimising stress and anxiety
in any inquiry of this kind.

- Then you've obviously failed.
- Our mother is very upset.

I was talking about the family of the victim.

The cause of the Spencers' grief
is this investigation.

It's common knowledge
that Ken Rodger murdered their son.

- Common in what sense?
- As of yesterday,

we know that DNA found on James's clothes
doesn't match that of either Ken or Derek Rodger.

- Ken Rodger didn't do it?
- No.

We have to reappraise our approach,

so it would help if you and Mr Donaldson
would allow us to take DNA samples.

Oh, and either of you, of course.

- Me?
- What?

Your DNA is close enough to your father's
to rule him out as a suspect.

If Ken Rodger didn't kill James Spencer,
why did he hang himself?

He'd been arrested for murder,
warned for indecent exposure.

He'd be thrown out of the club,

which would destroy his chances
of becoming a pro golfer.

He was 17, older than James Spencer
but still a boy.

- He was afraid!
- I'm sorry!

No.

Ken Rodger was innocent
and nobody except his father stood up for him.

Now, after 20 years, isn't it about time
that somebody did the right thing?

I don't think you should lecture my family
about what's right or wrong.

- How long does it take?
- A few moments.

- Dave, it's not necessary.
- No, Stewart, it is.

Weird, isn't it?

- Interaction between chemicals and the body.
- A bridge to the past via a few drops of spit.

- You won't remember Spencer's death.
- No, I remember my parents talking about it.

Everyone was shocked that something like that
could happen where they lived and played golf.

I was told this test is a one-off.

What happens to these samples
after we've been ruled out as murderers?

- They're destroyed.
- High Court ruling.

Means they're not allowed to keep them

or use them for the purpose of record
and or any other investigation. Correct?

- Bloody better be.
- I never argue with solicitors.

But they can't be used for any other purpose.
Mr Donaldson, spot on.

Mr Donaldson, do you mind if I ask you
a straight question?

What time of day do you start drinking?

What if the results come back negative?

Don't speculate. It's pointless.

How do you cope, Jack, alone?

Alcohol, solvent abuse, mind-bending drugs.

What's the attraction?

Oh, you can hit 20, 30 balls
and might only hit one good one,

but that good one's as good as Tiger Woods.

You just keep trying to lower the odds.
It's a search, a quest.

Endless. Like knitting.

So now you're telling me to get a hobby.

No one copes.

I've gotta go.

Night.

Night.

A child murdered with one of these.

Sex is out, so what are we looking at?

Provocation, intimidation?

Revenge?

Come on, Mary, come on! Help me out!

It's a child, for God's sake.

- Museum?
- That's what Mr Halford said.

Er... Esther says dinner tonight,
how are you fixed?

- Yeah, I'm OK, yeah.
- Clarky?

- Me?
- Well, don't get excited, she said everyone.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, that's fine, love.
- Maybe you misheard.

Maybe he said, "You see 'em."

- See what?
- Maybe it was "Lyceum".

My worry is they all agreed to test
because they didn't do it.

(PHONE RINGS)

UCOS.

So er... can we have our presents?
The ones you brought back from holiday.

- No.
- You didn't bring Bevan one, did you?

- God, it's like having children!
- Mr Bevan.

Sir? No, we...

Yes, yes, I will. I'll do it straight away.

OK. Bye.

Major Pimley's widow is very unhappy.

Why are you persecuting
the memory of my husband?

I assure you, Mrs Pimley, we're not.

- Then why take a sample of my son's DNA?
- He and the others offered it willingly.

I want a copy of those results.

- We can't do that, the test was on your son.
- To find out about my husband.

David agreed because, like his father,
he's a decent, sensitive human being.

- Yeah, doing the right thing.
- David is a very gifted golfer.

He and his brother have spent their lives
trying to live up to their father's ideal

and I've read enough stories about DNA
samples getting mixed up, contaminated...

The labs and technicians we use
are among the most expert in the country.

Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Don't you have
any guilt about the slur you're casting?

Mrs Pimley, if this investigation had been
conducted more rigorously in the first place,

maybe an innocent 17-year-old
might not have hanged himself.

Even though this wasn't my case,
I can't help but feel guilty

and ashamed.

And it's those feelings as much as anything else
that are driving me to right the injustices done.

To all the victims.

- You'll break those.
- I thought you'd gone.

Dry-cleaner's.
Which one do you think for dinner tonight?

Kenzo, Armani...

or...

Kenzo?

- These fall off the back of a lorry?
- No.

- How can you afford suits like that?
- I save up.

Is that one a bit dull?

Dull? Listen, we're going to Brian's,
not the Italian embassy.

You could wear a string vest and you'd be...

Ah, Brian! Talking about tonight,
is it all right if I bring a bottle of wine?

- You know, with you not drinking?
- Of course.

Armani? Now, that's a nice suit.

- Milk, cheese, eggs?
- Yes.

- Caviar?
- No!

- Why not?
- He's a vegetarian.

- It's fish.
- It's not, it's fish eggs.

- You eat hen's eggs, what's the difference?
- They kill the fish.

There's another outside.

- Your shoes. Are they leather?
- Uh-huh.

Aha! They have to kill the cow.

I want to thank you all for coming tonight.
It's about Brian.

I can only be sure of him when he's here,
at home, that he's sticking to his medication.

As far as you can tell, is he more calm,
more rational?

- Lucid?
- Erm...

- Well...
- Not exactly.

- No, Esther, he's not.
- Oh, thank heavens for that.

I've been so worried! Thank you, thank you.

Ah, more wine.

(ESTHER) Thank you.

- Cheers.
- No, no, no.

- You sit there, I'll do it.
- Thank you.

- So where were you today?
- Guards Museum.

- Guards Museum!
- See? Museum.

James Spencer killed March 12th,
Ken Rodger hanged March 26th.

- Argentina invaded the Falklands...
- April 2nd 1982.

The British Task Force set sail
to recapture the Falklands on April 5th.

Major Pimley died on Mount Tumbledown,
June 12th.

- That's three months after Spencer.
- Three months to the day.

This is from the citation for his Military Cross.

"While repeatedly coming under intense fire
and without regard for his personal safety,

"Major Pimley twice succeeded in rescuing
wounded members of his battalion.

"On the third and final attempt,
he was hit by machine-gun fire

"and mortally wounded."

- I thought speculation was pointless.
- It's an avenue of inquiry.

I went to see his widow today. She's upset
that we're taking DNA from her son. Very upset.

- Maybe because she knows that he was...
- What? Guilty?

- Suicidal?
- Look, the body was dragged to the ditch.

Pimley could've lifted
a 10-year-old with one hand

and it was only partially buried - why?

- Maybe he was disturbed.
- Bonkers?

- Interrupted.
- It means that the killer wasn't very strong.

Oh, I see, you mean like a woman?

So you think Mrs Pimley is worried that she's
incriminated through the mitochondrial DNA?

- Er... yeah.
- Nice theory, one problem.

- The DNA's a man's.
- Of course it is, yeah.

Oh, no! That bloody dog!

- About time!
- Oh!

- Oh, sorry, Gerry.
- Oh, Cass, it's you.

- Sorry I scared you.
- I thought you were someone else.

- I did ring.
- Had to turn me phone off, didn't I? Come in.

- There you go.
- Cheers.

- So who's your stalker?
- Oh, ex-job.

Left last year. Diane Loveless.

What, old Fish Bum?

I er... I did what you said,
I got hold of the DNA results,

ran them through
the National Criminal Database.

- Yeah?
- Nothing. Not on the Spencer killing.

But you were right, we did get a match.

- What, on something else?
- 12 years ago, one of your guys

raped and indecently assaulted
three women in Hammersmith.

- Oo-hoo!
- The problem is,

legally, the sample you took is inadmissible.
We can't touch him.

Unless you get another sample.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

- Aren't I?
- Yeah.

- Really?
- Definitely.

Thanks, darling.

- Ooh! Sorry!
- Steady the buffs there.

Yeah! Er, listen, Fred, do you...?

You don't think this Spencer thing's
gonna bugger it up?

- Well, you're not a policeman.
- No.

Anyway, my name's on the application,
it's a done deal.

You're a star, a gentleman. Cheers.

Thanks very much.

- Be seeing you.
- Absolutely.

Yeah, target mobile.
Should be visible to you in about a minute.

(GERRY GROANS)

You all right?

Pissed.

(SIREN)

(CASSIDY) Nice one, Gerry.

Listen, why don't we...?

(SNORING)

(DOOR SLAMMING)

- Mr Bevan.
- (JACK) Don! Any joy with the Met muckrakers?

Saturday afternoon, acting on a tip-off,

Traffic arrested Fred Donaldson for drink-driving
outside the Wellesley Park Golf Club.

After failing a subsequent blood test,

Donaldson asks that his "good friend"
ex-Detective Gerry Standing be informed,

so that he could, quote, "sort it out".

This morning, Donaldson was charged with rapes
that took place in Hammersmith 12 years ago.

The arresting officer was a DI Terry Cassidy
of the Serious Crime Group,

formerly of the Paedophile Unit.

You must think you're pretty cute.

Not compared to you.

This is not how the Metropolitan Police
obtains results. Do you understand?

Oh, it is a result, then? He did do it?

You count yourself lucky
I'm no longer your guv'nor.

Every single bleedin' day.

Your turn.

- DI Cassidy. Have you spoken to him since?
- Mm-hm.

- How was Donaldson when he was charged?
- Meek. Like a lamb. Didn't say a word.

Thank you!

Hey!

Hammersmith, what, '92? Rape?

Catalina de Soto, 18 years old,
Spanish, here on holiday.

One of yours.

Don't look too pleased with yourselves.
It doesn't help us with the Spencer case.

- Clark, what are you doing?
- Looking at the test results,

the actual profiles.

These bars show the coded DNA sequence
of each man that we tested.

Have a look. These two.

See?

Boy's a genius.

Thanks.

I've known Fred Donaldson almost 30 years.
It's unbelievable.

At least you can take comfort in knowing
that advances in criminology can be so positive.

- I don't appreciate sarcasm.
- I was being serious.

Let me put your mind at rest, Mrs Pimley.

David's DNA does not match the samples found
on James Spencer's clothes.

Of course it didn't. Don't try and mollify me,

pretending you acted out of concern
for my late husband's memory.

We understand your wish
to protect his reputation.

In fact, it was your anxiety which led us
to examine the samples more closely.

Especially the Y chromosome, those
characteristics that your son will have inherited

via the male strand of his DNA
from his biological father.

And what we found was that this aspect of David's
sample was the same as this other sample.

Did your husband know that David wasn't his son?

Oh, God.

Mrs Pimley, I couldn't care less
who you did what to when.

The fact is that any DNA sample
taken from your youngest boy is useless

for the purposes of eliminating your husband
from our inquiries.

Did he know the truth about David?

No.

Reading the accounts of his death,
it seemed extraordinarily selfless.

I wondered, did it ever occur to you
that he wanted to die?

Never!

My husband was a wonderful man.

Far better person than I'll ever be.

We need another DNA sample, Mrs Pimley,

from a reliable source.

Is Stewart really your husband's son?

Yes.

Thank you.

Ever since you've set foot in this club,
you've caused nothing but pain.

Fred Donaldson is a decent man.

I see. So it's OK for some silly cow
to accuse Ken Rodger of flashing,

but your mate Fred, the sex criminal,
is misunderstood, yeah?

I have been his friend
for the best part of 40 years.

If what you knew about Donaldson was dynamite,
it wouldn't blow your balls off.

And what does your son think about all this, eh?

David Pimley.

- Don't tell us you don't know you're his father.
- Of course I know. I've always known.

Adultery, rape, murder.

- Phew! What sort of club is this?
- Now...

- Stewart.
- Is this about Fred Donaldson?

No, it's about James Spencer.

Whilst we've been able to eliminate
all the former committee members...

- Including my father.
...we'd like a sample of your DNA

- just to make absolutely sure.
- My brother gave a sample.

Which goes 50% of the way
in proving your father's innocence,

but with your DNA we can be categoric.

Bollocks. I know enough about DNA to know
that with Dave's sample, you don't need mine.

Stewart, they have assured me
this will be the end of the matter.

Absolutely not. And I'm surprised at you, lan.

You've dragged my father's name
through the mud, now the club's.

- That's unfair.
- No. Unfair is seeing my mother in tears.

Unfair is watching you lot waste time
clutching at straws.

You have my brother's DNA.

We need a sample from you
because your father wasn't David's father.

You're a liar.

- We take no pleasure in telling you this.
- You're a liar.

- OK. Ask your mum.
- Or better still,

David's dad.

- You bastard!
- You're in no position to call anyone a bastard.

Liar!

Why, Mr Pimley,

if you'd hit me with this,
you might have killed me.

March 1982.

You were only 12, yeah?

- Yes.
- Did you see Jimmy Spencer the day he died?

Did you speak to him?

- He speak to you?
- Yes.

What did he say?

Was it about your brother?

Did it amount to the thing I said?
Or was it that particular word?

Bastard.

So you knew what that word meant?

He said it to me the day before.

In the games room.

Next day, he saw me on the course,
came up and said it again, deliberately.

He told me he'd heard his parents say it,
about David.

He said his mother had called my mother a whore.

And that Dave was a bastard -
not my brother, but a bastard.

- What did you do?
- I used my driver.

Bigger sweet spot.

You hit him with a golf club?

What did you do afterwards?

I dragged him to where they were digging
the drainage ditch, about 20 yards,

covered him up with some earth,
but it was taking too long, so I went home.

- My father was there.
- (SANDRA) And?

I told him. I always told him everything.

Told him what James said about David,
what his parents said

and what I'd done.

What did he say?

Told me to take a bath, said not to worry
but not to tell anyone,

including my mother and brother.

And I never did.

And what about the club you used to kill James?
What happened to that?

Never saw it again.

My father might have taken it with him
to the Falklands, chucked it overboard, perhaps.

- Did you ever talk to your father about it again?
- No.

But he changed
when Ken Rodger hanged himself.

- How?
- He stopped.

He stopped doing anything,

spent a lot of time out of the house,
getting ready to go away on duty.

When he did come home, he hardly said anything.

Next thing we knew, he was gone. The Falklands.

How did you feel when you heard
that he'd been killed?

How do you think? It was terrible.
It ruined my game.

I think it was that that stopped me
realising my potential.

I could have been a professional.
I would have made it, as well.

- I was actually much better than Dave.
- Really?

A child. I never thought it might be a child.

It never even crossed their minds.
20 years on, didn't cross ours, either.

Yeah, but it's like you said, isn't it?

Heard something, saw something, did something,
but you left one out.

- Said something.
- Good work.

Thank you, sir.

- (MOBILE)
- Oh! Sorry, excuse me.

By the way, Don, are you getting anywhere,
tracked down the dissenting voices?

- Ongoing.
- Mmm.

Gift from the guv'nor.

For a job well done.

Nice uniform. (CHUCKLING)

- Derek Rodger.
- Did you tell him?

He died, three o'clock this afternoon.

Well, him and his lad'll have plenty to talk about.

♪ It's all right, it's OK

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

♪ It's all right, I say, it's OK

♪ Listen to what I say

♪ It's all right, doing fine

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

♪ It's all right, I say, it's OK

♪ We're getting to the end of the day

♪ High tech, low tech, take your pick

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

♪ I don't care what anybody says

♪ At the end of the day
♪ There's a place that I can find

♪ A drink or two to ease my mind... ♪