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GUNSHOT

BIRDS CRY

It's gonna take hours to get there. Yeah, depending on traffic.

Who's driving? What's that supposed to mean?

When you're in a hurry, you get heavy on the gas.

I am an extremely capable driver.

Yeah, well, just saying. What?

You'll have a seat belt. What's your problem?

Anyway, why can't Roger Pollard come here?

If he's gonna be a protected informant...

Pollard chose the rendezvous. If that makes him feel secure,

that's fine.

If he agrees to PPI status, I'll take him straight

from the meet to the safe house.

We don't want him wandering the streets. You know what Shand is capable of.

If Pollard does agree to give evidence against Shand, we could

bring down his entire empire.

Yeah, and that would be quite a comeback.

Well, I like to think we make a difference.

Sir! Inspector Lynley!

Winston. Can't it wait?

I don't think so. You're not gonna like this. It's Pollard.

He won't be making the rendezvous.

That's our man, Roger Pollard.

Well, all his ID says that, but down here he was using

the name Robert Nicholas.

Anything other than ID on his body? No. Single bullet to the forehead.

Execution style.

Looks like an exit wound in the back of the head.

Have you retrieved the bullet yet? Tide would have shifted it by now.

Well, then, you better widen your search, hadn't you, Sergeant?

Where's the pathologist, anyway?

Sends her apologies. She's in court for the next three days. Won't get to the PM till the end of the week.

What?! It's ridiculous!

Call Lafferty. He'll jump at the chance to get out of London.

Four days for a PM on a murder victim is ridiculous!

Is he always like this? Er, not always.

I thought we weren't gonna frighten the natives on this one.

What? Oh, look,

I'll make a point of smoothing the sergeant's ruffled feathers, OK?

I'm sorry, Havers, it's just that... I don't like to see our main chance

of nailing Michael Shand laying face down in the sand with a bullet in the front of his head.

Surely he would have seen his assassin coming.

Not necessarily, if the tide was low and the killer came from the grass.

You think Shand ordered the hit?

Don't you?

We used to come here on holiday when I was a kid.

That explains a lot. Well, not here exactly.

Further up the coast.

We took a caravan every year, the whole family.

Mum, Dad, Terry, me.

It was great.

Rented it as a Robert Nicholas a couple of weeks ago.

Didn't say what for. Landlord never asked.

Sergeant, would you mind if I took the first look?

Help yourself. Thank you.

Is that better? Yeah, much.

Didn't bother locking it.

Well, maybe he felt safe.

He'd have been safer in London.

Perhaps he fancied a spot of fishing.

I don't think he was planning to stay just for a few days, do you?

Is this the daughter?

Yeah, the one in the drive-by.

Oh.

His shopping list.

And a local phone number.

SHE DIALS MOBILE PHONE

Yeah, hello. I wonder if you could tell me where you are, exactly?

No, that's OK.

Um, thanks for your help. Bye.

Local restaurant. Fish and chip

shop round here, I should think.

This is dated the day before yesterday.

What's the name on it? McRae.

I'll get Winston on to it.

See if you can see anybody about. Never know, we might get lucky with witnesses.

I bet Pollard wasn't the only early riser.

Good morning! Morning.

I'm Detective Inspector Lynley. This is Detective Sergeant Havers. We're investigating a murder.

Is that right?

And you are...? Frankie.

Baker.

You wouldn't happen to know the name of the man who

rented that houseboat, Mr Baker?

Seen him around, that's all.

What about this morning? Just me and the gulls.

Well, have you ever heard the name Roger Pollard?

Can't say I have.

Right. Well, thank you for your help, Mr Baker!

I've spoken to your DCI.

Since this case relates directly to one of our investigations, I'll be leading the murder inquiry. Great.

Good. You better find us some rooms, Havers.

I suspect we'll be in the area for a while.

Havers? Ah! There it is.

What? That's it, the caravan site.

The one that I was talking about.

That's where we used to come. I wonder if they've still got

the adventure playground.

Our victim is Roger Pollard,

otherwise known as Robert Nicholas, a name he's been using since arriving in the area.

Now, Pollard was a member of a London-based organised crime gang,

but he had recently agreed to give evidence against the leader of that gang,

one...Michael Shand.

Given Pollard's record, the nature of his associates and the MO of his

murder,

we have to consider professional criminal involvement.

A contract killing. If it is a hit, then we must assume that the killer's already left the area.

So what we're looking for are traces of his visit.

Have any strangers been asking for Pollard under either name?

Er, inquiries at letting agencies, pubs, hotels, post offices, that kind of thing.

How would you go about finding a stranger to your town who doesn't wanna be found?

OK, now this is your ground, so I'm depending on you for this.

OK.

Sir! Oh. I've tried contacting Pollard's wife,

but she's on holiday and won't be back for a few days.

OK. Well, there's little more we can do today. So, where are we staying?

Well, there's a conference in town and everywhere is booked solid.

Tremendous(!) Yeah, but it's OK, though, cos I have found us an alternative.

What kind of alternative?

If that is D43...

that must be D45.

LYNLEY LAUGHS

Oh.

Er, right. Down here, then.

Are you sure this isn't all a bit of a ruse, Havers?

You couldn't find separate caravans?

No. There were none left!

There's a rock'n'roll weekender. A what?

Anyway, they're huge inside.

Like houses.

Well, this is it. The sitting room.

TV, sofa.

Um...

kitchen/diner.

Through here to the bedrooms.

Mm-hm. And...shower.

It's perfect.

Cor, yeah, they've really updated these since we came.

Look, they've got a gas fire.

So they have. You know, the beach

is only five minutes away.

I mean, this is a whole fantastic world when you're a kid, you know?

Hmm.

# My Peggy

# My Peggy Sue

# Well, I love you, girl

# Yes, I love you Peggy Sue... #

Excuse me! Excuse me.

Have you got any lemon?

Wouldn't if I were you. OK.

Cheers anyway.

OK, they've got no bottled tonic, no lemon, and they've run out of ice.

I'm sure it'll be fine. Cheers. Cheers.

I don't suppose you, er...

That'll be the day, Havers!

You know, me and Terry used to get to come here a few times.

You know, last night treat thing.

Shandy and a bag of crisps. Slippery slope.

MOBILE BEEPS

Hansford said he'd text me as soon as he arrived at Pollard's file.

Oh, right. No, no. No rush.

Stay as long as you like. Thanks, Dad.

Oh, there you are.

Sorry, we were in the bar. Yeah,

well, I'm not wandering around here after dark.

It's like Hampton Court maze.

Doesn't strike me as your accommodation of choice.

Is that the Pollard file? Mmm.

You didn't tell me he was a local boy.

What? Mmm, so it seems. Oh, before MY time, of course.

Yeah, ten years in the area and I'm still a incomer.

Do you think people might recognise him? I reckon so.

To back out of police protection is one thing, but to come back to an area where you might well be known,

your home patch...practically suicide. Are you sure? Oh, yeah.

He had quite a reputation in his teens.

Petty theft, vandalism, all sorts. Oh, he, um,

left quite suddenly. Why? No-one seems to know for sure.

But people have their suspicions? Hmm.

That fisherman you were talking to, Frankie Baker? Uh-huh. Pollard burned his shed down.

Oh, yeah, thought you might like that.

Goodnight.

Goodnight. Thank you, Sergeant.

HE DIALS MOBILE

Oh, hi, darling, it's me.

Listen, I'm in a, um,

well, you wouldn't believe me if I told you anyway.

Er, look, I'll call you tomorrow. OK.

Ooh.

Er...

Morning.

KNOCKING

Come in.

Any rubbish?

No.

Er, wait!

I'd like to report an act of vandalism.

Come again? Good morning. You run this whole place

yourself then, do you?

Can always use a bit of extra cash, you know.

My car was deliberately damaged last night. Probably the ghost.

I'm sorry? We've got a site ghost. At least the kids like to think so.

Did you used to come here as a kid?

Yeah, lived here all my life. Why?

DO you know, I thought you looked familiar last night. Do you...?

My car. I'll tell security.

Sorry, I didn't mean to...

Thank you. Sorry.

What?

I can't believe Pollard used to live here. Oh, he was well-known.

Yeah, well, he was mad to come back with Shand after him. Exactly. So why did he?

Do you think that might be our little ghost?

Oh, it's only a scratch. It's an expensive scratch.

Yeah, well, it's an expensive car.

I've got a face for you. A couple of local twitchers.

Bloke in a blue saloon stopped and asked them some directions a few days ago.

Day before yesterday, they see the same bloke hanging about Pollard's houseboat.

How do they know it's the same man? Great eye for detail, your local twitchers.

Plus they use binoculars like a third hand! Oh...

got a video-fit for you.

Thanks, Sergeant. Oh, sir...

we've got a lead on him.

The local B&B. Owner recognised him from that.

Very good.

My pleasure.

LOUD MUSIC: "Going Underground" by the Jam

Lafferty!

Yes?

What have you got?

MUSIC STOPS

What have you...?

What have you got? It's hardly appropriate music, is it?

Well, it's not for him, it's for me. Even so.

I don't play it when I open them up.

I mean, obviously it's all Gregorian chants and joss sticks then.

The bullet was still in the skull. That's why the woodentops couldn't find it.

Well, what about the wound to the back of the head?

Wasn't an exit wound.

Judging by the powder burns and tattooing around the entry wound,

I'd say the shot was fired from close range,

maybe up to 20 centimetres from the head.

Execution style?

A reasonable conclusion to make, except for the fact that, in this case, he was already dead.

What?!

The minimal amount of blood leakage in the tissue, contrasted with a clot underneath the occipital bones,

suggests that the cause of death

wasn't, in fact, the bullet but a blunt force injury.

The wound to the back of the head.

Here's your murder weapon. We've already matched the tissue.

OK. So the killer smashes him over the back of the head with a spade

to subdue him and then uses the gun to finish the job.

A reasonable hypothesis.

But why wait? What do you mean?

There's a clearly defined bullet track through the blood clot underneath the occipital bones,

indicating a time delay between the initial blunt force injury and the subsequent shot. Are you sure?

You're the one who asked for the best.

Oh, um, I might just have said something like that on the phone.

How long a delay?

At least ten minutes. Ten minutes?!

How long did he stay?

Two nights. He said he was fishing.

Did you believe him? No. Why not?

Well, you need a rod for fishing and all he had with him was a backpack.

He said he was looking for someone.

Roger Pollard? That's him. Havers!

Excuse me.

Did he do that? He did.

Do you think I can get it out?

Get forensics to see if they can match it to the mud we found near Pollard. OK. Petrol.

South London. Dated and timed two days ago.

Well, they might have CCTV.

You don't by any chance remember

the make of car he was driving? Oh, yeah.

A blue car. Very nice. Too nice for him, if you know what I mean.

Probably on the never-never.

Probably stolen. Really?

Why did you tell me you'd never heard of Roger Pollard?

Never was no good, that one. Wouldn't bring any good with him.

But you knew him as a boy? Everyone did round here.

How old was he when he left?

Teens. Why did he leave so suddenly?

Just upped and ran.

Glad to see the back of him.

His disappearance wouldn't have had anything to do with an arson attack, would it?

He came looking for a Saturday job, him and his mate. Who?

Danny Gill.

I told 'em no.

Next thing, my tackle hut's burnt down. Didn't take much detective

work to reckon who done it.

Did you force Pollard to leave?

Like I said, I was glad to see the back of him.

What about Danny Gill? What about him?

Did he leave with Pollard? No.

He stayed.

Moved up in the world.

This is the restaurant. The number in Pollard's boat.

Not just fish and chips then.

Murdered? I'm afraid so.

Can't say I ever saw Rog sticking to the straight and narrow.

But I never expected that. You did know that he was in town, though?

Yeah, he dropped in here one night last week. I couldn't believe it.

What did he want? Here.

Sal, can we get some water? Sparkling.

Coffee, cappuccino, tea? No. No, thank you.

Old times' sake, I guess.

I'm sure we were never as bad as they said.

Never as bad would include arson, would it?

Well, yeah, you know. Too much energy, nowhere to put it.

In those days, this place was a total dead end. Still is for some.

When you want something to happen, you've gotta make it happen. Know what I mean?

What else did you two talk about?

Couple of drinks, few laughs and that was it. Can't believe it.

Why did Pollard leave so suddenly 25 years ago?

Well, he'd done this place, used it up.

Too big for his boots, the locals would say.

Yeah, I get it all the time.

Sniping, resentment. They've no long-term vision, that's their problem.

Me, I'm looking ahead - developing new business, new clientele.

We're opening an upscale nightclub and, if it all

goes to plan, a casino.

That does sound ambitious. You risk nothing, you gain nothing. Right?

I'm looking to bring in a lot of money into this area.

All the locals want is to make a quick buck from chavs on holiday.

Did Roger say why he came back?

No. Was it just to see you?

Well, I don't see why not. We have got a very good wine list.

We still don't know what brought Pollard back here.

No, but we do know someone told Shand where to find him.

MOBILE RINGS

Havers.

Yeah, fine.

Yeah, I can see the sea.

No, I am not wearing a bikini.

Look, the DI's here.

If you wanna say something...

Is she?

No, that's great. We will wanna talk to her.

OK, cheers. Bye.

Winston. Yeah, so I gather.

Pollard's wife's back. Do you want me to go to London, see her?

No, no, I'll go. You stay here.

I want you to find out what it was that drew Pollard back here.

Seeing as you know the area so well.

Winston, have you got the ballistics report yet? Er, not yet.

When you do, whether it matches another crime or not, I want you to pass it over to NCIS.

Get them to compare it to their database of suspected contract

killings over the last five years.

Erika Pollard's address?

No Sergeant Havers? No, she's still there following another line of inquiry. Oh, lovely.

Nice little seaside break.

Do you think she, er, needs a hand?

It's not a summer jolly, Winston.

Here, look, here's the video-fit of our suspect.

Cross-reference that with all of Michael Shand's known associates.

And the security film footage from the petrol station? Yeah, I got

it, but I haven't viewed it yet.

Right. Let me know when you do.

..None of your business! It is if you get kids involved! What's that supposed to mean?

You know exactly what I mean! Just lay off, all right?

Hiya.

Sorry, have you got a minute? All the time in the world. Day off.

Er, here. You don't need to.

It's OK. Don't know why I bother.

Smells better, even when it doesn't dry.

How do you know Frankie Baker?

That was his truck, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, he's me dad.

What, you don't get on? You could say that.

That copper you're with comes on a bit strong, don't he?

Oh, he's all right. If you know how to handle him.

Never know how to handle 'em.

That's my trouble.

Er, we're investigating a murder.

Yeah, I heard about it. Um, any chance of a coffee?

I'm bloody freezing out here. Yeah.

DOORBELL RINGS

Mrs Erika Pollard?

Police? Detective Inspector Lynley.

You'll want to come in, then.

Thank you.

You have my sympathies.

What for? The death of your husband. He'd been walking towards a bullet for the last 20 years.

How do you mean?

I mean he was a criminal. He died a criminal's death.

Not for me, thank you. You and your husband were estranged?

Our marriage died along with my daughter, three months ago.

I'm sorry. So am I.

And do you hold your husband responsible for your daughter's death? Yes.

Yes, I do.

Did you know Roger Pollard at all? Suppose so.

As a kid. He was a couple of years older than me.

Um, do you know why he left the area so suddenly?

Never said. Did you see him when he came back?

No.

Do you have any idea why he'd wanna come back?

Why would anyone wanna come back here?

Do you know Michael Shand? By reputation.

Did you know your husband was planning to give evidence against him?

So he said. But you didn't believe him?

Hmm. Does the name Danny Gill mean anything to you?

No.

Did Roger tell you where he was going? Down by the seaside.

He ran home, didn't he?

Did anyone else know? Like who?

Shand, for instance.

I don't really know.

But the fact that Roger's dead probably suggests he did, doesn't it?

Did you tell him? Course not.

It must have been great fun living on site here as a kid.

Oh, it's not all ice creams and donkey derbies. Long winters, all the caravans empty.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Just you and the ghost.

It's just something the kids made up to scare themselves.

What is the story?

Some kid wandered into the marshes. Drowned.

Who was it?

Boy called McRae.

McRae? Er, what was his first name?

Martin.

Martin McRae. Sugar?

Er, three, please.

Er, what happened? Drowned.

Like I said, dangerous place the marshes. Thank you.

When did it happen?

25 years ago.

Yeah, that's about the time we stopped coming.

You know...we played with all the kids on the site,

and I'm sure I recognised your face.

Oh, no.

There was hundreds of kids every season.

Yeah, I suppose so.

My brother,

he used to follow me around like we were stuck together like glue.

I didn't mind, though. Little brother? Yeah.

Curly hair, light brown?

Yeah. Used to wear an ET mask?

Yeah. Yeah, all the time.

Well, we both got one, but, well, he lost his and I gave him mine.

It's funny, you know.

I don't really remember you, but that mask, it was stuck in my head.

What's he doing now?

Um, er, he died. Er, leukaemia.

Oh...

I'm sorry.

Yeah, he was...ten.

Yeah, we always had good times here, though, you know.

All that space.

Always laughing.

I'm sorry, um... That's all right.

I don't often get the chance... Um, are you, are you around tonight?

Er, do you fancy going for a drink?

What, you and me? Yeah, why not?

I'm on me ownsome and, well, it would be nice to have the company.

Yeah. I mean,

if you're sure. Yeah.

Hey,

I'm Barbara. You're a cop.

Yeah, I am.

What's your name? I'm Nicky.

Well, pleased to meet you, Nicky.

Where do you live? Here.

I'm sorry, sir. Mr Shand is dining at the moment. Tell him Inspector

Lynley is here for him.

Hi, I have an Inspector Lynley here for Mr Shand.

Great, thank you.

Mr Shand will be with you in an hour, so if you'd care to take a seat...

I don't think I do. Thank you.

So she slaps the can and she says,

"Go on, drink soup - meat's too expensive."

LAUGHTER

No, but it's good business, you know.

And you know with me you never lose.

You're very impatient, Mr Lynley.

Do you mind if I join you?

For a moment.

You considering membership, are you?

Not to any club that would have you as a member.

So what can I do for you? I've some bad news for you, I'm afraid.

Your close associate, Roger Pollard, has been found murdered. You say associate?

You remember him.

His young daughter was gunned down inches from where he stood.

I heard about that. Tragic.

And now, a couple of months later,

he winds up dead. Do you know, I'm really sorry to hear that.

You know, kids today, they're just running wild, aren't they?

Too many guns.

Shame.

It is a shame.

Particularly when you consider what Pollard told me shortly before he died.

Oh, yeah, what would that be?

I don't think this is really the place to discuss it, do you?

Why don't you phone my office and make an appointment?

You call me.

Better make it soon, because between you and me

and your associates here, you're in a lot more trouble than you think.

You think she betrayed her own husband?

It's possible. She holds him responsible for their daughter's death.

Yeah, but setting him up to be murdered.

Grief does strange things to people.

I really should be going. I don't want Havers to wait up. ..I thought

I told you, we're sharing.

Sharing what? A caravan.

No! In a holiday camp.

How fantastic!

Not you, too. Poor Barbara.

What do you mean, poor Barbara? Putting up with you grumping over

the breakfast table. I don't grump.

Oh, does this caravan have an espresso machine?

No. Oh, dear.

Make it more bearable, come with me. Can't. I've got a faculty meeting.

Although, gosh, the holiday camp does sound tempting.

# Smooth operator... #

I couldn't get the cuffs off him in time.

What, he wet himself? Yes, right

there where he stood. It was awful!

You got your own flat, then? Yeah, but the mortgage kills me.

Least it's yours.

More than I'll ever have. Why do

you stay here if you hate it so much?

It's what I know.

It's all I know.

You deal with what you're dealt with, don't you? Not necessarily.

Who's that kid? The one that's always following us around?

Skinny little thing. Nicky? Yeah. The DI thinks she's keyed his car.

She probably did.

Don't!

Who is she?

Just another lost kid. You know,

mother walked out last year. Familiar story.

I look out for her, you know, like you do.

She's all right, really.

Known her since she was a quick fumble round the back of the amusement arcade.

Her mum's not up to much. Neither was mine.

She tried, for a while.

Till she had enough of Dad.

So, you get stuck.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's have a round of applause, please, for Casey!

Come on, big round of applause!

APPLAUSE

Right, and next up we have Carly! And what's your name, darling? Er, Barbara. Barbara.

And Barbara! Come on, don't be shy!

We've all had a go, ain't we?! No... Bring your friend. Come on, darling.

Mind me wire, mind me wire.

Come on, that's it. Wa-hey!

BOTH: # ..Sisters are doing it for themselves

# Standing on their own two feet... #

GIGGLING

Ah, I think this is me. Yeah.

All right, thanks. OK.

See ya! Goodnight.

HAVERS HUMS THE SONG

CLATTERING

Hello?

Who's there?

Wait!

Ah!

Oh!

Havers, are you all right?

You...

It was written here on the window.

"Kids."

Really? Yes, really. Well, who wrote it, then?

I don't know.

Our notorious ghost, perhaps?

You know, the boy was called McRae.

What boy? The one that drowned.

Um, a boy drowned in the marshes near here in the '80s.

That's who the ghost is, they say.

Do they?

Yes, and this was addressed to McRae.

Right, so you think Pollard is sending packages to the spirit world?

All I'm saying is that it is worth following up.

Well, how do you suggest we do that? With a seance(?) Thank you. I'm sorry.

No, no, follow it up. Follow it up.

You don't actually believe that we've been receiving messages from...

Anyway, I thought you weren't due back till tomorrow.

Ah.

Helen was busy. Oh, she was, was she?

I think there's a connection between Shand and Gill.

Based on what?

I saw brochures for Gill's restaurant on display at Shand's club.

Now, for me, that's more than just a coincidence.

Oh, no, we're sharing.

No, he's the perfect gent.

HAVERS LAUGHS

Absolutely!

No, I won't let him.

OK.

Right.

Really? But...

OK. Er, cheers. Bye.

Winston? Yeah, he's retrieved Pollard's mobile phone records.

He made four short calls to the address on the mail receipt. The McRaes. Hmm.

Don't look now, but, er, we're being haunted.

Don't take the... Er, on the right.

Shouldn't she be in school?

You should listen to yourself. I'll catch you up, yeah?

What are you doing?

Ghost-busting? What? Who you gonna call?

I saw it last night. Saw what? The ghost.

I chased it to the edge of the caravan site.

It was spooky. Did you see it?

No. But you were out looking?

You live here, yeah?

Whereabouts?

I used to come here on holiday with my brother.

He must have been about your age.

Do you have any brothers? Sisters?

What makes us so interesting?

Why follow us about?

Oh, Danny Gill always had big plans, and the mouth to go with it.

Were you surprised when he opened the restaurant? I thought it was

all talk, Danny being Danny.

Fair play to the boy. He brought money and jobs into the area,

no matter what people say.

Where did the money come from? Gobbed off for years about his

big city contacts.

Of course, it never crossed me mind they actually existed.

He shipped a load of 'em here for the opening. That wouldn't have

been covered by the local press?

Front page news down here, that kind of thing.

What month?

Late spring, early summer.

May.

Ah, look.

There.

Fax that to Winston. See if he can ID any more of Gill's investors.

OK.

You say Shand's bank-rolling Danny Gill, but what's their connection to Roger Pollard?

Maybe he introduced them, acted as a broker.

Then why is Shand investing in Danny Gill's business?

What, a casino? Ideal money laundering opportunity. Yeah, but he's a London boy.

He's more than enough opportunities up there.

Yeah. Yet he's still putting more money into Gill's new club. Yeah.

I wonder what his price is for that.

Hello?

Let's try through here.

Hi, I'm sorry, I've forgotten your name.

Um, Sally. I'm afraid Mr Gill's not here.

Oh, er, do you know where we might find him?

I'm sorry.

Er, do you remember if a Roger Pollard visited last week?

I don't remember the name.

He came with Mr Gill.

I'm not sure.

OK. ..Er, do you...?

Here.

Oh, him.

Yeah, I do.

Do you remember it clearly? Oh, um, well, it was a bit awkward really.

They had an argument and you can't tell your boss to keep his voice down, can you? No. No, indeed not.

Thank you very much, then.

Not quite the old pals reunion that Gill said.

Well, if Pollard...

had helped us bring down Shand, that would have been bad news for Danny Gill.

He loses his major investor. But why would Pollard want to warn him?

Hi.

I hope you had the fish.

It wasn't a social visit, Mr Baker.

Not my kind of place.

Bit too upmarket for me.

Had Roger Pollard and Danny Gill fallen out when he left? Was that the reason he left?

They always seemed pretty tight.

What about Martin McRae?

Does that name mean anything to you?

What, the kiddie that drowned?

Yeah, bit simple, I heard.

Bit slow, you know? He should never have been out on his own, let alone on the marshes.

Tide comes in very quick.

You can easy get cut off.

I'm led to believe his ghost haunts the caravan site we're staying in.

That's something Carly made up to put the wind up the tourist kids.

You don't get on with your daughter, do you?

I never thought she'd come to much.

And I was right.

Anyway, if you're done, there's a pint with my name on it down the George.

Sorry to keep you.

Winston checked out the McRaes'. No-one in.

Pollard was trying to get in touch with them.

That's not necessarily to do with the boy who drowned, though.

Well, Pollard left the area in the same year.

Even if there is some

meaningful connection, you can't honestly believe

there's a supernatural element to this case. Of course not.

But, you know,

things happen.

What kind of things?

And what could it possibly have

to do with Shand murdering Po...

It's just a power cut.

Obviously.

Shh. Carly! What? Help me, Carly! Can't you hear that?

Hear what?

Help, Carly! It's outside.

(Wait.)

Help me!

Over here.

Nicky.

Nicky, darling, wake up.

She's burning up! Nicky!

Darling... Detective Inspector Lynley.

Nicky. Yeah, um, ambulance request.

Young girl... Sir.

Possible drugs overdose. Oh, Nicky, what have you done? Gonna get an ambulance on the way. Stay with us.

The Paradise family caravan park. That's it, take deep breaths.

You spoken to her?

Not till tomorrow. Where's the mother? Father. Mother left two years ago.

I've got a patrol car trawling the local hostelries.

How is she? Er, she's all right,

considering she swallowed several tabs of E. So where'd she get it?

We were rather hoping you might help us with that.

I wish I could. No, the area's swimming in it at the moment.

So where's it all coming from?

Well, at first we thought it was tourists flogging

some for holiday money.

It never used to be a big problem.

But there's been a lot of action around the caravan site that's

carried on through the off-season.

Thanks for your help. I appreciate it.

My abiding pleasure, Inspector.

You thinking about the connection to Shand? Aren't you?

Where did you get them from?

Don't worry - you won't get into trouble.

We just wanna make sure that it doesn't happen to somebody else.

Did you find them or did somebody give them to you?

Is that what you wanted to tell me, about the drugs?

Is that why you were keeping an eye on us?

Oh, don't worry about him. You can whisper it if you like.

Do you believe in ghosts? Um, I haven't really seen one yet. Yes, you have.

If Shand is involved in a drugs deal down here, then we better...

I just heard. How is she? Is she all right?

She's fine. They're keeping her in for a couple of days' observation.

Can I see her? I'm afraid it's family only at the moment.

Have you seen her? Is she OK? Yeah, she's fine. Really.

I'm supposed to be looking out for her.

You can't watch a kid like that all round the clock. No, Carly, she's not your responsibility.

DOG BARKS

Mr Warren?

Shut it! We'd like to talk to you about your daughter, please.

Course you do.

Be the Social tomorrow, won't it? I would imagine so.

Yeah.

Probably not such a bad thing if they do take her.

You're her father, Mr Warren.

Yeah, and what am I doing for her?

Look at this place.

Excuse me. She needs YOU.

She doesn't make it easy.

Used to be such a little...sweetheart.

Well, what happened to make her change?

Dunno.

Over the summer, she just sort of switched.

She turned her back on me.

It's not missing her mum.

Neither of us want her back.

Who looks after her while you're working?

A few people chip in. Carly keeps an eye on her. She's a good girl.

Why was she so interested in us?

How do you mean? Well, she kept hanging around our caravan.

Carly told her to keep out.

Said it was haunted.

Wrong thing to say.

She loves that sort of thing.

Weird kid.

Do you think they'll take her?

I really don't know.

Why do you think our caravan is the only one that is haunted?

What, you believe in a ghost now? Well, they're very territorial.

Perhaps we trespassed on sacred ground.

OK, now I know you're taking the mickey.

Nothing.

Are you all right?

I'm fine, thank you.

Oh.

That, I believe, is what your ghost was so concerned about.

You asked what Michael Shand's price might be for investing in Gill's restaurant.

Do you think?

I think it's the way that Shand operates, don't you?

Carly!

How is she? As well as can be expected.

Did you know that Nicky had access to this stuff? No, of course not.

Nothing hardcore like that.

But you knew it was hidden under our caravan,

which is why you made up the story about the ghost, to warn her off. I didn't know anything about it.

Then why try and keep her away?

Look, there are people come here to have a good time,

get off their heads. Where there's demand, there's supply, you know? So

someone's dealing on the site? Who?

Dunno. Don't insult our intelligence, Carly.

I don't.

I mean, I had an idea it might be going on. There's a lot of dope floating about,

but nothing specific.

Only that it was hidden under our caravan.

That was just a story.

A game, not real.

I didn't know about that stuff. Who's the dealer?

I don't know.

I don't.

Impressive. Yeah, we're looking to cross-fertilise the business with the restaurant.

That's an expensive venture. You pay to play, do you know what I mean?

Who are your investors, then?

Um, I've developed a few city contacts over the years.

Took me a long time to put it together. One of those contacts wouldn't be Michael Shand, would it?

Who? Associate of Roger Pollard's.

He operates in a number of fields.

Drugs. Prostitution. People smuggling.

Extortion. Not a nice man. He also has a lot of dirty money he needs cleaning.

Well, like I say, I don't know him.

You see, that just raises a number of questions for me.

Might this...

be the Michael Shand you don't know?

Of course, if you don't know him, you don't know how he deals with people he considers a weak link.

The condition that Roger Pollard's in might give you some idea. Well, listen. Er...

I don't know what you're talking about.

Maybe these'll help.

We found them at the caravan site. The tin they were found in is being examined by forensics.

What are they? MDMA. You'll know it better as ecstasy.

I never touch it. Now, look, I'm a legitimate businessman.

Nobody who deals with Michael Shand is clean.

For us, the question is just how dirty you really are.

For you, the question is who gets you first? Us or Shand?

Here's my card, if you feel like talking to us.

Call Hansford. Tell him to put a trace on all of Gill's calls. Do you think he'll run to Shand?

I hope so. What time's Pollard's funeral?

Why? I wanna see how his wife deals with it.

Er, it's two o'clock.

You will never make it.

I'll give it a good go.

Thou preparest a table

before me in the presence of mine enemies.

Thou annointest my head with oil.

My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

Your daughter?

I didn't want him to be buried next to her.

SHE SNIFFS

But when it...

came to it, it felt wrong.

I knew he was on witness protection...

..but I didn't know where.

It suited me.

I was happy if I never saw him again.

And then he turns up, out of the blue.

All over the place.

Crying, saying...

how sorry he was,

how he couldn't forgive himself.

And how I was right

to blame him.

But he was gonna put things right.

Lay them to rest.

What exactly did he mean by that?

I don't know.

I didn't care.

All I knew was my daughter was gone

and that he was to blame.

He told me where he was going.

And you passed that information on to Shand, didn't you?

Sir, NCIS matched the gun used on Pollard with two shootings

in south London, one a murder.

Right. Contracted? Er, looks like one. The other was during a robbery.

Any suspects?

No-one matching our man, but we do have this.

Blue saloon. False plates, index...PO51 HCK.

One answering to that description was stolen from south London two days before Pollard's murder.

Good. Good.

I've got Shand coming in for a talk in a minute.

It's circumstantial at the moment, isn't it? I need to keep the pressure on him.

I need you to search Company House database.

Look for any connection between Gill's restaurant and any of Shand's businesses.

If we can't link him to the murder, we've still got the drugs connection.

Yes, sir.

I'll give you a hand.

Well, great.

I'll only be a couple of hours. Just like the DI.

What? I don't ask for much.

Just a crumb, maybe. I don't know, perhaps...

"Would you do me a favour, Winston?"

Or even maybe a "please". That'd be...

Winston,

would you do us a favour? Please?

Delighted.

Mr McRae? Can I help you?

Er, I'm Detective Sergeant Havers.

I wonder if I can talk to you about your son?

I thought we'd talk about your connection with Danny Gill. Sorry?

Are you saying you don't know him?

Not ringing any bells.

That is you, isn't it?

Oh, yeah!

It's not my best side.

Didn't have my camera face with me that day.

Standing next to Danny Gill.

Oh!

Daniel Gill. Yeah, yeah.

And what are you doing there? Having a meal.

The wine list is exceptional there.

I was invited down there by a friend.

It says here you invest in the restaurant.

Don't believe everything you read in the papers.

Yes, Pollard, that was his name.

He, er, he left some messages on our answerphone.

Three or four, in actual fact.

It was...quite upsetting.

I wasn't upset.

No.

Er, unsettling.

Um, what did he say?

He wanted to talk to us... about Martin.

How did you know him? We don't.

Um, have you received a parcel from him?

No.

Well, do you have any idea why he wanted to talk about Martin?

Do you want to see his room?

Got a result from Company House.

One of Shand's front companies is deep into Gill's restaurant.

Really?

Good. Good.

Thank you.

You are a director in Hedderly Investments,

which has holdings, well, in a number of companies, and a majority share in the Cavendish Golf Club.

Mm-hm. The Cavendish Gold Club owns outright another investment vehicle,

Rapier Finance Limited.

Which in turn has, well,

rather a large share of Danny Gill's restaurant.

Is that right?

I don't think this is an appropriate place to discuss the operational details of any of my companies.

What was your price?

Come again? Payback.

What does Danny have to do?

My understanding is that it involves ecstasy.

I don't know what tree you're barking up, Inspector,

but I can assure you it's the wrong one.

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

Mr Shand, you're free to leave at any time.

Just don't think we're finished.

I keep it right.

Such a sweet-natured boy.

A few difficulties with reading and suchlike.

He'll never be normal in that sense, I know that, but...

..so loving.

What happened?

So open, generous.

Not a selfish bone in his body.

A very...

..giving child.

I'd like to know.

He must have...

sneaked out the caravan...

..while we were asleep.

We never knew he was gone

till the morning.

And they...

found him...

..just before sunset.

It was not like him, not...not like him at all.

What do you think he was doing?

I don't know.

He never went anywhere on his own.

I ask him all the time.

You ask him? I still talk to him.

Not every day, but... he comes to see me sometimes.

Oh, that's his.

He loved that watch.

He left it in the caravan.

We were going to get a new strap.

So we're thinking that Gill is dealing on the caravan site?

It seems a strong possibility. What if he's not just dealing? He

could be acting as a conduit.

Miles of beaches, easy access for the boats.

Smugglers' paradise round here.

But if Shand is bringing in large amounts of Class A drugs into this

area, he wouldn't advertise it

by setting up a small dealing operation on the caravan site.

Yeah, don't mess on your own doorstep. Exactly. You think Gill's skimming?

He's ambitious enough. Yeah, well, he might be ambitious,

but if he thinks skimming off Shand's a good idea, then he's not very smart. Could be Shand's next target.

Call Hansford, tell him to find Danny Gill and stay with him.

A dark blue saloon. Yeah,

that was the same licence plate.

Suspect going left, left. Yeah, I can see that, Havers.

Come on, put your foot down.

Put me through to DS Hansford.

DS Havers.

Yeah, we're in pursuit of a dark blue saloon into the old docks.

Index Papa Oscar five one Hotel Charlie Kilo.

Suspect doing a right, right!

OK, suspect going right into...

Idiot!

Oh, no!

Well, no point us wasting our time. Let's leave it to the locals.

Make sure they know he's armed. What's he doing at the club?

You'd better come in. You'll wanna see this.

The first wound was to the thorax, and that would have been enough to kill him.

The other two were just for luck. Think there was a struggle?

Unlikely, given the site of the

first wound. Knew we should have

had a man on him earlier.

You know, we're still not sure that Pollard's murder was a hit. I'm not

sure this is a hit either. No.

No. Bit too chaotic for a professional job, isn't it?

OK, so if it's not a hit...

We're still looking for our suspect in the blue saloon, aren't we?

All the resources we can spare.

And I brought you these, too.

The doctor says you can go home in a bit.

Nicky, is the ghost the man who keeps the drugs in the tin under the caravan?

Yeah, er, we found it.

Do you know a man called Danny Gill?

He's got that restaurant. Yeah.

Is he the ghost?

LYNLEY TUTS

MOBILE RINGS

Lynley.

The ghost is just your name for the man who gives you the drugs to take to people, isn't it? No.

He's different. Well, who is he,

then? Right.

They've found the suspect car. I'll see you back at the site.

Nicky.

Nicky,

who is he?

Does he frighten you? I won't let anyone hurt you, I promise.

How often does the man come to the caravan site?

A couple of times a week.

And does your dad know him?

What about the other workers at the site, do they know him? What about Carly?

Shall I ask Carly?

OK.

I'll meet you back at the camp. OK?

He's lonely. Ah, who is?

The ghost.

They left him on his own.

Forensics? On their way.

Right. Well, he won't have been able to wipe the whole thing clean. We should get an ID at last.

Got some DNA if we need it.

Oh, better than that.

Directions to Gill's nightclub. Sir! Inspector!

Some bloke interrupted our man trying to nick his car.

Pulled a gun, stole his keys, took off. Where is he now? Oh, not far.

Uniform's in pursuit. They're fencing him onto a safe route.

SIREN WAILS

Armed police!

Get out of the car now! Get out!

Put that gun down!

Put it down! Down! Put it down!

Don't!

Where the hell does he think he's going?

Go and get him.

Come on.

Carly?

Too late, last one. You can help me hoover the creche, if you like.

What? What is it?

Whoever this local dealer is, he frightens Nicky.

Does he frighten you, too? No.

Is that why you won't tell me who it is? I don't know who it is.

Danny Gill is dead.

Murdered. Now, it could be this dealer who done it.

It could be that he killed Roger Pollard, too.

Carly, it is one thing to protect a dealer, but it is another thing to protect a murderer.

I'm not protecting anyone. I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know anything.

When we do a ballistics test,

we will prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt,

that this is the gun that was used to put a bullet in Roger Pollard's

head. What do you think?

I didn't kill him. Really?

So how do you explain the gun coming into your possession?

I didn't. He was already dead.

So it can't be murder, can it?

What do you mean?

He was dead when I found him.

But you shot him anyway?

I was...

Look, what it is, right...

I was paid to do a job, right?

A hit...on Roger Pollard.

I owe this bloke big-time.

He says, "Do this job, this one thing, and you're clear."

He arranges the gun, tells me where I can find Pollard, so I do.

So?

Well, what am I gonna do?

Go back and say, "Sorry, mate, someone beat me to it"?

Well, when I found Pollard lying there, I thought, you know, "Great,

"I can make it look like I shot the bloke dead without actually doing it."

Who's this bloke you're talking about? You're having a laugh, aren't you? He arranged the gun for you.

Who is he? You don't answer

questions like that unless you wanna end up face-down in a marshy bog,

if you know what I mean.

All I know is, Pollard was a grass, and somebody wanted his mouth shut

permanent.

So what about Danny Gill?

What about him?

Did you kill him, too?

What?

No way. No, no, you're not pinning that one on me, no way. It's got nothing to do with me.

Really?

Well, how do you explain the fact that I can place you at the scene of the crime?

Well, I saw you leaving the scene of the crime.

I got a phone call.

He says, "Do me this one little favour, and you'll get a bonus."

So I went to the nightclub,

had a root around in the office, but I couldn't find what they were after.

I saw the body on the way out

and I just ran for it.

Who was he running drugs for?

No idea.

All I know is he was bringing stuff in on a boat, but who he

was operating for I don't know.

What boat?

It were Danny. Danny Gill?

Yeah. Nicky says it isn't.

What does she know? She's just a kid.

She'd say anything.

That's where they come from... the drugs.

Danny's been smuggling 'em in for some big boss in London.

Danny being Danny, innit?

Wants to spread his empire.

No such thing as enough for Danny.

How do you know this?

Did Danny tell you? No. Well, who did?

How do you know about Danny Gill's boss? Who told you? Rog.

Roger Pollard?

Yeah. You told me you didn't see

him when he got back. I know. I...

I thought...

I'm sorry.

What did he say?

He said he wanted to put Danny straight.

About what?

Well, about...about drugs.

About dealing. I dunno what.

Carly, you have really let me down.

I know where he keeps it. What? The stuff, the drugs. I know where Danny keeps it.

What, there's a consignment in now? Oh, yeah.

That stuff you found under the caravan, that's nothing. That's just a tiny part of it.

I'll show you, yeah?

Come on, Frankie.

We've got your fingerprints.

It's not gonna take us long to match them to the ones all over the biscuit tin.

Look, it's a hard living, fishing. You've gotta go out in all weathers.

You want sympathy?! You were getting a child to do your dirty work!

A 12-year-old girl. 12!

I didn't kill Danny Gill.

And Roger Pollard? No.

What did you say to him that made him leave 20 years ago?

I told him if I saw his face round here again, I'd kill him.

What, because he burnt down your tackle hut? No.

Then why?

What else did he do?

Whatever secrets you think you have, I will find them out, believe me.

He thought he was God's gift.

Ruined her life.

Whose life? Carly's.

She followed him round like a sheep, all googoo-eyed. Sickening!

I told her he was no good, but she wouldn't have it.

I used to keep her in, and as soon as my back was turned, she'd be out the house.

I knew she'd be traipsing round after him like a...like a shadow.

Stupid girl.

And this time she stays out all night.

Didn't come in till first light.

She was in a right state.

Shivering and crying.

I knew she'd been with the Pollard boy.

Wouldn't tell me what happened, of course.

Didn't need to spell it out.

I knew what he'd done.

So I went round the next day and offered him a choice -

either he clears off or I kill him.

Then he turns up on my doorstep, out of the blue, 20 years later.

I thought he was taking the mick and I told him so.

Then he told me

what really happened that night.

Why did Roger Pollard come back here?

Did he tell you? No.

Well, his wife said he wanted to put things right.

Do you know what he meant by that?

He were crooked, weren't he? No,

he wanted to revisit something in his past.

Why would he wanna do that? I dunno.

I was pleased to come here and, you know, I was pleased to come back, because we had happy times here.

But, well, maybe he was the opposite.

Maybe he felt bad or...or guilty.

What about? You tell me.

Do you believe it's real? What?

The ghost.

I don't know.

I do.

Is it much further?

No, it's not far.

He stores it in an old boathouse.

I didn't like the marsh when we came here.

Oh, I'd be terrified here on my own.

I bet Martin was, too. What do you mean? Well, out here on his own.

He should never have come. Should never have been out on the marsh.

They say they can hear him crying out. What does he say?

He says, "Help me."

He says, "Come back...

"..don't leave me." No-one wants to be left on their own, do they?

Well, who left him? How could

he find his way in the dark?

Through the grass and the water.

He couldn't, could he? I mean, how could he? Carly?

What happened, Carly?

What happened to Martin?

I can't.

Havers?

Havers?

Hurry!

Nicky!

Wait! Nicky!

I told him not to go.

Who? Martin?

He loved me, he did.

Followed...followed me everywhere like a little dog.

Now all these kids who come and stay and they have such a great time,

think it's so great, think they're so special, and they're not.

They're not special. You took him to the marsh?

Weren't my idea.

It was the boys. What boys?

Rog and Danny.

Like a little dog, he was.

They...they thought he was funny.

It was supposed to be a joke, a trick.

What, and...and you led him there?

"Don't leave me," he said.

"Help me."

Nicky! Nicky!

The three of you took Martin onto the marsh and you left him there?

No-one...no-one knows.

But I hear him sometimes.

I lay in bed and I hear him.

Is that why Roger Pollard came back?

You mustn't tell. Carly, what did Roger say?

How does telling anyone put it right? It's supposed to be a secret. What did you do?

I never wanted to go.

Rog made me. He made me!

Said he wanted to set things straight.

Yeah?

He said he wanted to tell me first.

But he can't tell.

I won't let him! He can't tell, I won't let him!

What about Danny Gill?

He guessed.

He see Rog too and he guessed.

Well, guessed what? What I'd done.

What did you do?

What did you do?!

Supposed to be a secret.

LYNLEY DIALS MOBILE

MOBILE RINGS

Who's that? Who are you talking to? It's just my phone. I've switched it off.

You can't tell anyone! I'm not going to. You can't! You can't! You can't!

I've got you, I've got you.

HAVERS MOANS

What are you doing here?

Nicky showed me the way.

Martin?

Martin?

Martin! Martin!

Carly.

Carly!

Carly!

Carly!

Over here!

There we go.

This is the package Pollard sent.

Sorry.

What else? Names. Delivery schedules.

Gill's timetable. Who sold what to who and when.

This is what Henshaw was looking for at the office.

Pollard has given us enough to bring down Shand's entire organisation.

Thank you.

OK.