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Yeah, but I just don't see why
it suddenly landed in my lap.

- Good morning!
- I'm on my way now, sir.

Move, Gerry!

- Good morning.
- Is it?

Third time lucky.

Good morning, Brian.

Ah, sod the lot of you!

♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

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

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ Listen to what I say ♪

♪ It's all right, doing fine ♪

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

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ We're getting to
the end of the day ♪

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Okay, we have a
bit of development

in one of our mothball
cases this morning.

- Which one?
- The Justin King murder.

Justin King.
Doesn't ring a bell.

Well, it wouldn't.

We haven't had any movement
on it since it came in, have we?

Nope.

That's the 18-year-old lad who'd
been missing for two months

when his body turned up
wrapped in plastic sheeting

on waste ground in
North London somewhere.

Yeah, but the M.E. ascertained
he'd only been dead for a week.

Dead from what?

A blunt trauma to the head,
but there were multiple injuries

sustained by severe
beatings over a couple of days.

Theory was he'd been held
somewhere and tortured.

Been covered in paint
and generally put through it.

Why would you
torture an 18-year-old?

Yeah, an 18-year-old
straight- "A" I.T. student

who'd never been
in trouble in his life.

How far did the original
investigation get?

Couldn't even work
out where he'd been

for the two months
he was missing.

But now it looks like
we have a witness

who might fill in the gaps.

What, someone's come forward?

- Someone was dragged forward.
- What's that mean?

Diane King, Justin's mother,

was handing out leaflets
outside Justin's old university

when someone
recognized Justin's picture.

And?

Mrs. King tried to
physically drag her here

until a beat copper intervened
and brought them both in.

You mean they're both here now?

Yes. So Gerry and I
will talk to Mrs. King.

And you can take
the new witness.

She didn't just
recognize the picture.

She said she knew him.

I appreciate that, Mrs.
King, but you can't go around

assaulting and
kidnapping people.

I was just... I
was a bit excited.

I have been handing out
leaflets at the university

every Tuesday for
the last two years,

and this is the first time

anyone has even shown
a spark of recognition.

Every Tuesday?

Well, what was I supposed to do?

You closed the incident room,
wound up the investigation.

No new leads, I was told.

Well, how could there be any
when you weren't even looking?

Mrs. King, we realize
how frustrating...

And then they told me

that they'd handed the case
over to UCOS, whatever that is.

But do I hear
anything? Not a word.

Unfortunately we
have a large case load.

Well, I'm giving you a
head start on this one.

I have found you a witness.

Now all you have to do
is find out what she knows

about how my Justin
ended up like he did.

But you can't do that sat
in here with me, can you?

No, our colleagues are
questioning her as we speak.

We just don't want you
to get your hopes too high.

She knew him. She
spent time with him.

I think she's the
reason he went missing.

Two months without a word.

I mean, your lot said I
was being overprotective,

that he'd probably gone
off with friends, traveling.

Only the next time I saw him,

I was identifying his body.

I'm so sorry.

Don't be sorry.
Everyone's been sorry.

You just find out
who did this to my son.

Oh, good morning.

My name is Jack Halford.
This is my colleague Brian Lane.

Hi, there. I'm Heidi.

Well, Heidi why don't
you come and sit down,

and we'll have a little chat?

Okay.

So you've, uh... You've
had a bit of a morning.

Yeah. The lady
with the leaflets.

Oh, Mrs. King.

Justin's mother.

That was really...

She was really upset.

Couldn't understand
why at first.

But you do now?

She said Justin died.

Yeah. He was killed.

So it is true, then?

You didn't know?

So, um, how well
did you know Justin?

- He lived with us.
- Us?

Me and my family.

And where do you
and your family live?

It's near Waltham
Forest. It's really nice.

Yeah, I'm sure it is.

Justin liked it.
That's why he stayed.

- Long?
- Oh, awhile.

A week? Two?

Longer than that.

The last time his mother
spoke to him was in April.

Is that when he arrived?

Well, it was cold in the
mornings when he came.

So it was spring.

Okay. Um...

So when did you last see him?

Day after my
16th birthday party.

- And how old are you now?
- 18.

And the day of your birthday is?

Second of June.

Yeah, he was
found on the eighth.

So, uh, what happened next?

Did he just leave?

He just decided to go?

Not for good.

Oh, he was coming back?

Didn't you wonder why he
never got in touch again?

Yeah, but I didn't
think he was dead.

Well, Heidi, it is possible
that you and your family

were the last people
to see Justin alive,

so, uh, we'd like
a chat with them.

All of them?

I don't think you've
got enough room.

- You okay to get home?
- I'll phone you.

Ah, ah. Mr. King?

What are you doing here?

I got a call.

Um, your husband's
number's on the file.

Melvin and I are
no longer together.

We're separated.

I'm sorry. We didn't know that.

No, that's all right.

I'm glad they called.

They've found a
witness, haven't they?

No. I found her.

The leaflets,
Melvin. They worked.

Oh, well done.
That's great, love!

Yeah. Not such a waste
of time after all, was it?

Um, she's had a bit
of a rough morning.

She wasn't always like this.

But when they found Justin...

Well, you never know.

This new witness might be

the breakthrough
she's been looking for.

Yeah. Cheers.

And when we finally got
some sense out of her,

it turns out she doesn't
come from an ordinary family.

- She lives in a commune!
- Commune?

I thought they went
out with flared trousers

and the Common Market.

They call it the Community.

It was founded in the
'70s by a Lord Lyle.

On his estate!

And that's where Justin was
all the time he was missing?

And according to her dates,

he must have died
soon after he left there.

Course we're meant to believe

that he left there
completely unharmed.

Not a scratch on him.

Question... What was he doing

on a hippie commune
in the first place?

How about sex,
drugs, and naked yoga?

Silly-season story from
the Daily Star in 2005.

Couple of hacks
went in undercover

to expose free love and
psychedelia in Waltham Forest.

Well, that explains
it, doesn't it?

If I'd seen that story
when I was 18...

You'd have been digging
out your bell-bottoms

and love-bead thingies.

And you wouldn't have told your
mother where you were going.

Nah, you don't think it
through at that age, do you?

You think you're invincible.
You do what you like.

Doesn't cross your mind what
your parents are going through.

All the worry. The
sleepless nights.

And all for the
sake of a phone call.

All right, all right.

We'll start with the commune

and see if we can find out
why he never made that call.

You're with me Gerry.
And Brian. Jack...

Oop. Sorry.

I'd like you to reinterview
Justin's roommates,

see if he ever
mentioned the commune

and if anybody at the
university got him involved in it.

Get off!

All right. Do it yourself.

Do you think wading into
this commune mob-handed

is the best approach?

We're not wading in.

I just don't think
any group of people

who've made a conscious
decision to opt out of modern life

are gonna be happy to see
the Old Bill on the doorstep.

No one ever is.

But why should they get
the kid-glove treatment?

You can't just reject society.
We've all got responsibilities.

Oh, yeah? And what
are you responsible for?

Paying my taxes.

Making sure my kids
are brought up right.

And, well, generally just
getting up every morning

and making a contribution.

You're not happy about
it, though, are you?

You had a face like a
slapped ass this morning.

I just think we've got
a perfect opportunity

to win their trust first off.

Which is?

- Give Heidi a lift home.
- Fine.

Have a lovely time.

And you grew up here?

Yeah, I was only little when
me and dad moved here.

- Oh, you're so lucky.
- I think so too.

You're being evicted.

What? Why?

The new lord doesn't want
us on his land anymore.

So where are you supposed to go?

There's a new
Lord Lyle, is there?

Yeah, the old one, Arthur, died.

We all loved him.

But no one likes Sebastian.

Right. Shall we go in?

Yeah, of course.

Bring on the free love!

Actually, I think
it might be better

if you went and talked
to some of the locals.

- Eh?
- Meet us back here at 3:00.

Close the gate, will you?

Hey, guys. Did you miss me?

- Hi, Heidi. Yeah, we did.
- Yeah?

Hi, Heidi.

Hey.

- Dad, where is everyone?
- At the spirit tree.

Dogger's called another bloody
tree meeting about the eviction.

Hello, love.

Oh, who's this lot, now?

Detective
Superintendent Pullman.

This is my colleague Brian Lane.

Oh, come on. You only put
the damn sign up last week.

We've got days left.

No, no, we're, um...

We're here to investigate
the murder of Justin King.

You what?

Right, well, you'd better
come and see Beatrice.

Come on, sweetheart.

This is our home.

But the land isn't.

Not anymore. That's the problem.

We could at least put up
some sort of resistance.

There are things we can do.

Listen, I don't think we should
be talking about this right now.

Why not?

Who are you?

Detective Superintendent
Pullman, Brian Lane.

Police?

What the hell are
you doing here?

We need to talk to all of you
about the murder of Justin King.

What can we do to help?

Well, we could start
with a few names.

Well, um, I'm Beatrice.

You've met Ash and Heidi.

This is Dogger.

No, uh... Full names, please.

We'll do our best.

We need to speak to
everyone who knew Justin.

And we'll need a list of anyone
who visited the commune

whilst Justin was here.

Of course.

And any commune
members who have moved on

within the last couple of years.

Perhaps we should just
give you our membership files.

Well, yeah, that would
be extremely helpful.

No, we work on an
ad hoc basis here.

You'll have to
be patient with us.

Brian!

What?

- Steven Pearson?
- No.

Carl Draper?

Maybe. What do you want?

I'd like to speak
to Carl Draper.

Yeah? What about?

Justin King.

Who are you, then?

I'm with the
Metropolitan Police.

First floor.

Thank you.

God, what a mess.

Oh, I'm looking for Carl Draper.

Yeah, he's in there. I'm Steve.

Oh, my name's
Halford. Jack Halford.

Nice to meet you.

Follow me.

My apologies, Mr. Halford,

but Carl doesn't like to
be more than two meters

away from the
television if he can help it.

Take a seat.

Oh. Thank you.

- Would you like a cup of tea?
- Oh, thank you very much.

Two player?

What?

We'd like you to
break bread with us.

As a sign of
friendship and trust.

Thank you, but
we ate on the way.

Perhaps we could
do the interviews

whilst you're all eating?

No, I don't think so.

At the Community,

mealtimes are when we
come together and regroup.

Yeah, but I think...

What we'd really like is for
our visitors to join us at the table

and partake in
the rituals of eating.

Thank you, but as
I've already said...

Oh, my God. Sandra,
you got to taste this.

Fine. Let's do lunch.

Neutralize the enemy!

Reload.

No!

Did he just beat you?

Shut it, Steve.

Beginner's luck.

We were on level five.

- Police training, probably.
- Yeah, that'll be it.

- Any sugar?
- No, no. That's fine thank you.

I'll have four in mine.

Now, about Justin King
and the time he was missing.

It looks like he might
have been in a commune.

You know, a place where
people go to drop out?

What, crusties? Dog
on a string and all that?

Oh, yeah, that
makes sense actually.

- How so?
- Just the way he was going.

Not when we first
moved in together.

- He was pretty normal then.
- Depends on your idea of normal.

He never missed a lecture.

Handed all his
essays in on time.

He was just a
nice lad, all right?

It didn't last, though.

By the end of term, he was
involved in things at the union.

- The societies.
- What societies?

Oh, ban the whale.
Save the bomb.

Trees are people too.
All that kind of thing.

And he started reading.

Well, he was a student. He
was supposed to be reading.

But books are so... analog.

It was more of
what he was reading.

His mum left them behind
when she cleared his stuff.

Don't think she approved.

- What, of his reading?
- Of him having a life.

That's not fair, Carl.
She was a nice lady.

She was on the phone
every five minutes.

I mean, was he warm
enough? Was he eating right?

What's wrong with
that? Justin was lucky.

A mum that cared about him

and a holiday job with
his dad's gardening firm.

And that's what
kicked off the trouble.

What trouble?

Well, they had this row

because Justin didn't want to
spend his Easter mowing lawns.

Had some eco green
thing to go to instead.

It was an ecological music
festival in Amsterdam.

But he knew his mother was
gonna be hacked off about it,

so he rang his dad and told him.

She still found out, though.

That's when she come
'round here, kicking off,

saying he couldn't let his dad
down during his busiest time.

So Justin just let her
have it. It was brilliant.

It was out of order.

He was really
bloody rude to her.

When was that?

Just be before
he slung his hook.

Packed his bags, and
he left the next day.

Missed the last
week of lectures.

We just thought he'd had enough

and decided to
take a bit of time off.

But he didn't come
back after the holidays.

That's when his mum
come back again.

And when she
cleared out his stuff,

she realized he'd
left his passport,

bank card, and mobile behind.

That's when she finally
got the police interested.

But he didn't say
anything before he left?

Didn't mention where
he might be going?

Well, I think that's everything.

Thanks, lads.

I'll leave you to your studies.

That's Philip.

He stopped wearing
clothes four years ago.

Doesn't he get cold?

It looks like it sometimes.

Everybody is
welcome at this table.

So I see.

How do they come to
hear about this place?

Word of mouth.
Grapevine. On the road.

- The hippie trail?
- Mm-hmm.

Is that how Justin
came to be here?

I suppose so.

You know, his mother
reported him missing.

He walked out of
his university, his flat.

Any idea why?

No. And I wouldn't have asked.

He was only 18.

So?

He was old enough
to take responsibility

for whatever he left behind.

We work on trust here.

Not always the best
policy, though, is it?

I read the tabloid story.

Oh, well, the journalists
saw what they wanted to see,

and the rest they made up.

So Justin wasn't
involved in anything

he might not have
been able to handle?

Not unless he found
getting up to milk the goats

more than he could handle.

Is that all you do here?

Raise livestock and grow things?

Yes.

So, what attracted
Justin to this place?

I don't know.

I only know why I'm here.

Okay. Go on.

I wanted freedom.

The chance to be self-sufficient

and to rely only on people
who shared my beliefs.

But surely you're reliant
on the owner of this land.

Would Sebastian Lyle
be about to evict you

if he shared those values?

- My son has other priorities.
- Your son?!

So you're Lady Lyle?

Arthur and I never married.

And I wouldn't have taken
the title even if we had.

- I put you a few extra chips on.
- Oh, cheers.

- Want some sauce?
- No, thanks. No.

I'll tell you what I would
like, though, is a little chat.

Well, it's lunchtime,
and I'm busy.

Only five minutes.

So, what do you
want to chat about?

Well, what do you know about
this hippie place up the road?

- The commune?
- Yeah.

I mean, do any of
them come in here?

On the odd occasion, yeah.

- And I mean odd.
- Yeah?

Well, you know what
goes on up there, don't you?

- The drugs and all that?
- So it's all true, then?

What else do you think
they're growing up there?

Organic vegetables?

I'm sure they manage
the odd courgette.

But I wouldn't like to think
what they use them for.

- Oh, dear.
- That's right.

The orgies.

These are regular, are they?

Every other Friday.

That's when you like to
pop up there, innit, Bill?

Look, if I'd known
you were a journalist,

I'd never have given
you the extra chips.

Now, eat up and bugger off.

No, no, no, no.
You've got it all wrong.

This is so good.

Everything tastes like...
Well, like it's supposed to.

That's because most of it
was in the ground this morning.

And we don't use any
chemicals or stuff, do we?

No, we don't.

You really have got
the good life here.

Yeah, well, we like
to think so, don't we?

What about Justin?
Didn't he think so too?

I mean, why did he leave?

'Cause he was just like all the
other eco wannabes we get here.

They think this place is some
sort of rural holiday camp.

Then they realize they might
actually have to do some work.

- Justin worked!
- Yeah, for a couple of months.

Look, living here, it's a
way of life, a commitment.

Obviously Justin
couldn't handle that.

That's not true.
He loved it here.

And he was coming back.

It's all right, Heidi.

Look, no one matches

your level of commitment
to the cause, Dogger.

Or your ability to
bang on about it.

So how about you get on

with tasting the fruits
of your labor now, eh?

You'd never think his father was
an investment banker, would you?

Raspberry and elderflower.

We make it ourselves.
Can I tempt you?

- Not for me.
- Come on. Just a glass.

There's no such thing
as just one glass with me.

Yeah, that's what
they said to me.

You see, my problem
wasn't the drink.

It was what the drink
brought out in me.

But since coming here
and facing my demons,

well, put it this way...
I can trust myself now.

Look, I'm not a journalist.

Oh! And I don't go
home smelling of bacon.

I work for the police.

Oh, well, that makes
it so much better.

I'm sorry, I don't know
what the problem is.

The problem is,

is that no one wants to
live and let live these days.

Beatrice and the others,
they're not hurting anyone.

And that story in the papers

about the sex and
the drugs was rubbish.

What, all of it?

Look, I'm not saying they've
never smoked funny cigarettes

or they're all celibate.

But they're not junkie
sex addicts either.

Oh, I get the picture.

Still doesn't stop
some slobbering idiot

coming in here every other week

asking for directions
to the free love.

Hmm! The world is
full of weirdos, isn't it?

Well, if they're expecting

anything other than
free-range eggs,

they'll be disappointed.

But you can spot
the genuine ones.

Wide-eyed. Looking
for something.

Yeah, look, did anyone
come in looking for this kid?

- Justin?
- That's right.

Yeah, he brought my egg
delivery for a few weeks.

There was someone.
Big bloke, funny accent.

Foreign. Russian or
Polish or something.

Looked a bit shifty,
so I played dumb.

He might have had luck
somewhere else though.

Justin spent a lot
of his time in here

when he wasn't in
the chicken shed.

Not growing anything here I
shouldn't be seeing, are you?

Not anymore.

So Justin got involved,
pulled his weight?

Oh, yes.

He was a very welcome
addition to the place.

Welcome? He was
well-liked, then?

Absolutely.

- Got on with everybody?
- Yes.

Wasn't involved in
disputes or arguments?

Oh, no, and even if he had been,

we don't solve our disputes
with violence in this place.

So, what was Dogger
suggesting at the tree meeting?

Dogger... talks a good fight.

And he does tend to
be rather aggressive.

But Justin wasn't.
He loved this place.

Then why did he
leave so suddenly?

Oh, well, he...
He got itchy feet.

It's nice and warm in here.

Yeah. 'Cause of the chickens.

Justin and I used to
come here all the time.

You really miss him, don't you?

Yeah.

There's not many
people my age here.

And he definitely said
he was coming back?

Yeah.

Did you know that there are
chickens that lay purple eggs?

Not dark purple.
More a lavender color.

I don't think they
taste purple, though.

No, I suppose not.

- Was he coming back for you?
- Yes.

I wasn't old enough
to go with him,

so we were going
to wait until...

I thought I was still waiting.

- So he was your boyfriend?
- No.

He was my lover.

Did your father know about this?

Yeah. He was fine about it.

- Really?
- Everybody was.

Everybody?

Or they would have said
something in the meeting.

That's what the
community meetings are.

They're an open forum.

Very democratic.

You took a vote as to whether
to encourage a underage girl

to have sex with a
boy she barely knew.

We didn't encourage it.

We just accepted the
reality of the situation.

Which was?

That from the moment
Heidi saw Justin,

there was only one place
they were ever gonna end up.

Look, you've got
to understand Heidi.

She's been brought
up amongst adults.

That doesn't make her an adult.

- Is this what you wanted?
- It's not big enough.

What do you want it for, anyway?

Look we're busy. Can
we talk about this later?

No, you're just wasting time.

The bailiffs could
be here any minute.

I know that!

I asked you to do
one thing for me.

If you could do it silently,
we'd be eternally grateful.

You were saying?

I just want to know
why you didn't tell Justin

to keep away from Heidi.

You don't know much about
teenagers, then, do you?

The word no is the
greatest aphrodisiac

you can say to anybody
under the age of 20.

Fine, so you just had a meeting
and gave them the all clear, eh?

No!

We talked about
love and respect.

And above all, how to keep
themselves safe and healthy.

Did you discuss the fact

that once Justin had
got what he wanted,

he might just pack
his bags and leave?

It was just the right time
for Justin to move on.

Are you sure you didn't tell
him it was the time to move on?

- Away from your daughter?
- No.

Because that I'd understand.

To... To let him sleep with
her and allow him to bugger off

is just bad parenting,
it seems to me.

You've got no idea. I've
done everything for my girl.

Brian...

I'm not buying any of this.

He didn't just wake up one
morning and decide to leave.

No, well, why would he?
I mean, look at this place.

Brian, I'm asking
you what you think.

You're supposed to have
been questioning people.

Yes, of course. And I agree.

Something's happened here
that needs further investigation.

And the best way
for us to do that

is for me to stay the night.

- What?
- I really think it would help.

Let's just say I've got
one of me feelings.

Uh, how would you feel
about me staying the night?

I've still got one or two
questions I'd like to ask.

You want to spy on us, you
mean. Yeah, I don't bloody think so.

Tell them, Bea.
They're not welcome.

Well, if you've
got nothing to hide,

then I can't see the problem.

My sentiments exactly.

That's not what it's about.

This is about
basic human rights.

I'll make up a bed for you.

I don't care what he
said to the collective.

You do not give the all
clear to a horny student

to have it away with
your 15-year-old daughter.

What I think happened
is that after the meeting,

Ash took him outside and
threatened to kick his head in.

Unfortunately, Justin didn't
take the threat seriously,

and, well, a couple
of weeks later,

that's exactly what
happened to him.

So the next day he
has to tell everybody

that Justin decided to leave

and then wait until he
could move the body.

Well, something like that, yeah.

He told Brian that
he'd been in trouble

before he and Heidi
got to the commune.

Let's see what we
can dig up on that.

His real name is Gary Ashford.

Oh, and run a check

on this Dogger
character while you're at it.

Let's see if that mouth of
his has got him into trouble.

What's his real name?

Digby Dyson-Jones,
would you believe?

- Real salt of the earth.
- Any others?

Well, Sally did say there
were people there with a past.

They have an aversion to
surnames at the commune,

but we'll try.

Hopefully Brian will
bring back some details.

What about this foreign
bloke that Sally mentioned?

We can't just
pull in every bloke

with an Eastern European
accent in London, Gerry.

No. The Olympic Stadium
would never get finished.

It's just a thought,
but we're assuming

that Justin was
running to the commune.

What if in fact he was
running away from something?

Meaning?

Well, as far as I can gather,
his relationship with his mother

wasn't as warm and cozy
as she would have us believe.

It's interesting she
never mentioned

they had a blazing row
just before he disappeared.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you two find out about
that, because I'm going home.

- Oh. Cheers.
- All right.

Oh, uh, there is one more thing.

Yeah?

Um, I don't think it was a good
idea leaving Brian down there.

- Why?
- I think he may be back at A.A.

Well, that could
be a good thing.

- We both know it's not.
- He'll be okay, Jack.

Maybe. But you know Brian.
Once he goes looking for help...

He has a tendency to
look in all the wrong places.

Exactly.

Well, I'd better go and
see Esther, then, hadn't I?

Might be a good idea.

Aye. This is the life.

It wasn't an
argument. It was just...

It got a bit heated.

More like red-hot,
according to Steve and Carl.

But you never mentioned
this in any of your statements

or missing-persons reports.

Didn't you think
it was relevant?

No. It... Well, it was
over something...

Nothing. I...

I can't even remember what.

Mrs. King, this was
the last conversation

you ever had with your son.

And you don't remember
what it was about?

Why were you so angry?

He only wanted to go
away with friends for awhile.

It wasn't about that.

Not really.

Then what was it about?

He'd done it again.

Done what?

Called Melvin instead of me.

I hated it when Justin
did that, and he knew it.

- Is that why he did it?
- No.

Justin wouldn't do that. He...

Oh, the truth was Melvin
was always such a soft touch.

It was always me had
to say no, never him.

It was the same when
Justin was... was little.

I'd be at home with him all day.

I'd have to tell him
about every little thing.

I'd get all the tears
and the tantrums,

and then Melvin would
walk in after work...

And Justin would be
all smiles for Daddy.

You don't understand.
It wasn't fair.

Well, who ever said
being a parent was fair?

It wasn't fair because Melvin
wasn't even his real dad!

And you told
Justin that, did you?

Just... I wanted him to
understand how important it was

to come to me about things.

I was his mum.

Excuse me.

No wonder the kid did a runner.

Oh. Melvin.

I just wanted to make
sure you were okay.

You look upset.
You've been crying.

Melvin, you've got
to stop doing this...

Finding excuses to come 'round.

It's... It's too hard.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Mr. King?

Can you hang on a second?

Look, I'm sorry,
but we heard all that.

Look, I'm not stalking
her or anything.

I just want to make
sure she's okay.

Yeah, of course, of course.

Mrs. King was just telling us

about what happened between
her and Justin at the flat.

God, that? I'm surprised
he never guessed.

What does that mean?

He might have called me Dad,
but I was never allowed to be it.

Justin was Diane's son.
That was clear from the off.

She did everything for him.
It's why she deserved better.

What, from Justin?

From me as well.

I was no great catch when
we met, but she sorted me out.

Put me back on my feet.

I wanted to be able to
return the favor when he died.

I just...

I couldn't make her feel better.

Well, nobody could
have done that.

If anything, I've
made things worse.

She doesn't want me around.

Well, not at the moment maybe.

But you never know. There might
come a time when she needs you.

And until then?

Just be there, I suppose.

Em?

Emily, it's me.

I know you're in there.

Emily, I know you're in.

Look, all I wanted to
say was happy birthday.

No, actually that's...
That's not all I want to say.

Look, I'm not going
anywhere, okay?

I know you expected me just to
walk away, but I'm not going to.

I'll just be here.

I'll be here for when
you're ready, okay?

Bye-bye.

You don't have to
if you don't want to.

No. Go on, I'll try a glass.

What do you think?

It's nice.

How do you feel?

Yeah. Fine.

That's what A.A. does to you.

You keep telling yourself

you can't be trusted
around the booze,

and you start to believe it.

Yeah. I'm beginning to see that.

Huh!

Oh, thank you.

Can't tell you
how long it's been

since I've had a
home-cooked meal.

You're welcome. It was
going to waste anyway.

Yeah, sorry about that.

I should have brought
Brian back with me.

No, it's okay. If he fancies
a night away from me.

No, I don't think he
wanted to be away from you.

Esther, did you know that
Brian had gone back to A.A.?

- When?
- I'm not sure.

He hasn't needed to
go to a meeting for years.

Didn't realize things
had got so bad.

No, neither did I.

Oh, Esther.

Look, I-I was thinking
about giving him a break.

Oh, no! God, no.

But if he's feeling the strain.

That's nothing to
the strain he'd feel

if he were sitting
around here all day.

That mind of his.

Yeah, that's true.

All right.

Look, we'll... we'll just
keep an eye on him.

All of us.

At least we know
he's safe tonight.

Taxpayers are getting
their money's worth

out of him tonight.

- I'll put him to bed.
- You'll need a hand.

No, Dogger. I'll help him.

No, Esther. I'll walk
him in the morning.

- Come on.
- Come on, Brian.

Off you go to bed.

Esther.

I'll get the door.

Oh!

That's it. Two... three.

Who is it?

No idea. And
they're not talking.

I knew this place was
too bloody good to be true.

Yeah. Suppose it was.

What the hell's been
going on? It's all over!

You've ruined everything,
you stupid old bitch!

- Oi, that's enough!
- Don't you touch her again.

You have no idea
what she's done for us!

Dad.

Listen, Heidi, don't
worry about a thing, right?

Just be quiet.

The M.E. has given the
body a quick once-over,

and all she can confirm at
the moment is that it's male.

And that's it, officially, until
the DNA results come back in.

Unofficially?

They found a wallet
in his back pocket

belonging to a Nikolai Chenko.

He wasn't in possession
of a foreign accent

by any chance, was he?

Russian. Moved to London in '99.

Never been reported missing,

but vice squad have been
looking for him since June 2006.

Same time Justin died.

Yeah, he failed
to appear in court

on a domestic-violence charge,

and he's been off
the grid ever since.

Domestic? What's
that got to do with vice?

Well, according to this,

four different girls have
made complaints against him.

And they'd all been living
in the same flat in Haringey.

- Pimp.
- Which flat in Haringey?

6 Tadmarten Lane.

I'm on my way.

Dead?

Like properly dead?

He said they dug him up.
Of course he's properly dead.

I was just making sure.

God, that's a relief.

Really?

Why? What sort
of a bloke was he?

We thought he was
pretty cool at first.

What with him having
different birds downstairs

every week and that.

Until we realized he
was pimping 'em out.

Nik would bring his clients
'round, and we'd hear...

Well, you know.

Sometimes he got a
bit rough with the girls.

Knock them about a bit, did he?

Yeah. We were pretty shocked.

What about Justin?

He was horrified.

Especially with him being
in his peace-and-love phase.

We told him not to get involved.

Problem was he had
no common sense,

no idea how things really were.

Because of his mother.
If she hadn't babied him...

- He's right.
- But what exactly happened?

Well, one night,

Nik was smacking
one of his girls around.

I don't know what she'd done,
but he was really going for it.

Justin wanted to go down.

But we told him not to,
and he phoned the police.

I went mental. Bloody idiot.

Well, Justin was just
doing the right thing, surely.

But that didn't help us

when Nik came back from being
charged and found his girl gone.

It was all right for Justin. He
was at one of his meetings.

It was us that got the
kicking on his behalf.

It was Nik's way of
leaving him a message.

And what did Justin do
when he got the message?

A disappearing act.

Oh.

So he left you in
the lurch, did he?

Yeah.

- And that wasn't the end of it.
- Oh?

Nik kept on popping
around, looking for him.

You must have been terrified.

Wouldn't you have been?

We had to do what we did.

And what did you do, exactly?

We told Nik where to find him.

Oh, so you did know
about the commune, then?

Justin kept on going on
about this self-sufficient place.

We just wanted Nik
to leave us alone.

We never knew he would kill him.

Just do him over
like he done us.

I mean, you
understand, don't you?

We had no choice.

Oh, yes. I understand
completely.

But do you understand that
you can both be arrested now

for withholding vital
information from the police?

That's quite a temper you have.

It's got you into
trouble before, hasn't it?

The Cardiff boys
sent us your records.

ABH, affray, assaulting
a police officer.

I put all that behind
me 15 years ago.

- Really?
- Yes.

When Heidi's mother died.
I had to sort out my head.

If we'd have stayed in Wales,

things would have gone
from bad to worse for us.

Very admirable, doing
it for your daughter.

It's what you're supposed to do.

Still, it must be hard when
you see her making mistakes.

Well, that's how she learns.

So, what was she
learning from Justin?

'Cause you can't have
been happy about that.

- I told you, I was fine with it.
- I don't buy that.

He was sleeping with
your underage daughter.

Sure, but she was
safe, and she was happy.

He was a nice lad.

What more could
I have hoped for?

That's why we came
to the commune.

To find your
daughter a boyfriend?

No.

To make sure she didn't
find one just like me.

Well, they always say
that girls end up with blokes

just like their
dads, don't they?

At the commune,
she'd have no chance

of meeting anyone bad for her.

Except for Nikolai Chenko.

How did he end
up at the commune?

I don't know.

Okay, different
question. How did he die?

I killed him.

I killed him.

Really? And why was that?

Because he was stealing from us.

And what was he stealing?

Potatoes? Goat's milk?

It's not often I find
myself in this position...

Two confessions,

and I don't believe a
word of either of them.

Governor, I think
you better hear this.

Interview suspended at 11:46.

What?

I killed him.

Justin and me were
in the henhouse.

That's where we used to
go to when we wanted to...

Yeah, it's okay. We
know all about that.

That was the night he said it.

Said what?

That he loved me.

That he wanted us to go away
together when I was old enough.

And then we fell asleep.

Well, he did, and I
didn't want to wake him.

Didn't want to ruin things.

What happened next?

Then that man.

He had me by the hair,

pulling me up and
shouting at Justin.

He said he was going to take me
as a replacement for something.

And he meant it. He really did!

No, it's all right.
We believe you.

He wasn't a nice man.

No, he wasn't.

Justin was fighting him, but
he was getting hurt, really hurt.

And that's when I saw the knife.

The one we use for cutting
the string on the bales of hay.

You have to understand,

I thought he was
gonna kill Justin.

So I...

It's okay, Heidi.

And we were gonna help him.

But when Dad and Beatrice
got there, he was already dead.

When Justin told
me who Nikolai was,

I realized he wasn't the sort of
person who would be missed.

And I didn't want Heidi's life
ruined because of that man.

We buried Nikolai near the tree,

and then we made up some
mumbo jumbo to keep people away.

Called it the spirit tree.

And then my son, Sebastian,
started the court proceedings,

and I realized we'd
have to move the body

before the diggers moved in.

And then you decided to stay.

I'm sorry we had to drug you.

You drugged me?

Well, weren't you surprised
that you got drunk so quickly?

W-What happened after that.

Oh, you know the rest.

We put the body into the caravan

so that when the bailiffs
came, we could just tow it away.

Good plan.

But, then, it's not like you
haven't moved a body before.

- I'm sorry?
- What was it?

Justin was a stranger,

so he couldn't be
trusted with your secret?

We didn't kill Justin.

We just asked him to leave.

So I told him to pack his bags,

make things right with
my girl, and get the hell out.

So where did he go?

Traveling.

That bit was the truth.

He said he couldn't
go back to his old life,

not after living with us.

He just wanted to see India.

He never made it, Ash.

I had nothing to do with that.

I promise you.

Okay, I'll leave it
there for the minute.

Interview suspended at 4:20.

Brian?

Did Beatrice tell you?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Ash was the last person
to see Justin alive.

He's still my prime suspect.

What if he was
telling the truth?

Then where the
hell did Justin go

after he was kicked
out the commune?

Well, it certainly wasn't India.
His mum had his passport.

And he wouldn't
have gone to her.

No.

Have you got some news for me?

We think we might
have a suspect.

Well, that's great.

- Yeah, it is.
- So do you know what happened?

We need to fill in a few gaps,

but we think that Justin
might have been planning

to go abroad, India.

So he would have
needed his passport.

But I had it. I still do.

Yeah, that's right, but we think
he tried to get his hands on it.

Melvin?

Well, I suppose
he'd have had to.

So he didn't come to you, then?

You're thinking of the time

he wanted to go to
Amsterdam for the weekend.

Oh, yeah, that was the time

when you were planning
just to hand it over.

Well, yeah.

So it would have made sense to
come to you for the second time.

He only wanted to go to
Amsterdam for the weekend,

not India for six months.

How do you know he was
planning to go for six months?

Melvin, you better tell
her what happened.

Melvin?

It was you who said
she deserved better.

Okay, fine.

Let's see if I've
got this right.

Now, Justin went
missing for two months.

Now, that's two months
of worry and stress

for you and Diane.

And then he turns up
large as life in your lockup

asking for his passport again.

And you know he's
only come to you

'cause he doesn't want
to deal with his mother.

So there is no way you're
gonna let him just swan off

before making
things right with Diane.

Because while things weren't
right between Justin and Diane,

they were never gonna be
right between you and Diane.

- Melvin?
- But no.

He says, sod the lot of
you, I'm gonna leave anyway.

And that's when you lost it.

So what did you do,
push him around a bit?

Or did you lock
him in the lockup,

give him time to think
what he was doing?

- What?
- Yeah.

And maybe he went
a little crazy, eh?

Smashed the place up.
Threw paint all over it.

And that's when you lost it.

This is a place where
you work to pay for his way.

But I can't believe
you meant to kill him.

So, what happened?

Did he fall, bang his head?

Come on, Melvin. Speak to me.

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

Never happened, love.

Diane.

You killed him.

Yes, you killed my son!

You!

- Calm down!
- Diane!

No!

It's all right. It's okay.
It's okay. It's all right.

It's all right.

I need a drink. Who's with me?

Well, if you're buying.

Not me. I better
get home to Esther.

She gets worried when
I'm away from her at night.

Yeah, she does.
Shall I give you a lift?

- No, there's no need.
- No, I want to.

Right. Thanks.

Good night.

I'll be in, in a minute.
I'm gonna finish this.

Oh. Right.

Filthy habit.

Yeah, yeah.

What are you doing here?

Thought I'd save you
another phone call.

Yeah, that, yeah.

Unusual way to
say happy birthday.

Thanks.

For not giving up.

What could I do? I missed you.

Yeah. Me too.

Well, don't sound so surprised.

Well, I am.

I hadn't realized I'd let myself

get so used to the
idea of having a dad.

And then I buggered it up.

It was a relief.

To find out it was all a lie.

Oh, fair enough. Can't
miss what you never had.

Except it's not that easy.

No, it isn't.

I just needed a bit
of time to be angry.

Before I realized that you
did what you thought was best.

Well, I'm just glad you
had time to work it out.

Daddy...

Yeah?

Are you gonna buy
me a drink or what?

Come on, you.

I know you're struggling, Brian.

But you need to know
that you're not alone,

and I just want you
to bear that in mind.

- Yeah, but were you drunk?
- No.

Listen. No, seriously.

These dancing girls
came out of nowhere.

And the barman goes to us...

Brian?

Yeah.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Cheers, mate. Keep the change.

Thought you said
Jack was in here.

He is. Have a look at this.

He's obsessed
with the bloody thing.

♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

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

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ Listen to what I say ♪

♪ It's all right, doing fine ♪

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

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ We're getting to
the end of the day ♪

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