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Bye, lads.

- See you, Jack.
- Thanks for coming.

Good to see you.

Hello, Cheryl. How are you?

Surprised to see me, Jack?

Derek would've wanted me
to be here, don't you think?

You're looking well.

He cut me out of the will.

Half that house is mine, Jack!

Look, I don't think this is
really the time or the place.

Does 20 years of marriage
not count for anything?

I expect Derek said
that when you left him.

Oh, touché, Jack.

How's the view from up there,
on the moral high ground?

I don't want to talk
about this, not today.

Funny, isn't it,

how I left him and he cut
me out of his will and, yet,

you left him and he
made you the executor?

- I didn't leave him.

Yes, you did; you
just slipped away

slowly enough that
he never noticed.

When was the last
time you saw him, Jack?

Or spoke to him, even?

You were as sick of that
bloody case of his as I was.

You knew he was
wasting his time.

- I should be getting on.

Well, I'm contesting
the will, Jack.

He wasn't of sound
mind when he changed it.

- Oh, I think he was.

We'll let the law
decide, shall we?

You're wasting your time.
- Do you think there's

a judge anywhere who
would look at Derek's theories

on the Edelmann case
and still consider him sane?

This is Derek's
reputation, Cheryl.

It's my money!

- And you're prepared to
drag his name through the mud,

tarnish everything he
achieved in his career,

just for a few quid?

Derek always wanted
the case to come to trial.

Now, he gets his chance.

Perhaps I'll see you in court,

risking your own
reputation to defend Derek's.

I doubt it, though, eh?

♪ It's alright, it's okay ♪

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

♪ It's alright, I
say, it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ It's alright, doin' fine ♪

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

♪ It's alright, I
say, it's okay ♪

♪ we're gettin' to the
end of the day ♪ ♪

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I'm sorry, Jack,

but this case is neither
unsolved nor open.

Peter Edelmann
committed suicide.

Derek always thought
there was more to it than that.

- Yes, a lot more,
according to his files,

and none of it
remotely plausible.

Look, I'll be the first to admit
that some of Derek's theories

were a bit...
- I know he was a friend, Jack.

This is not about friendship,
Sandra, it's about loyalty.

A fellow police
officer whose name

is about to be dragged
through the mud.

- Jack, if we take this
case on, all that happens is

that we end up looking
every bit as crazy as Derek.

- Where's the harm in looking
through the files unofficially?

He may have missed something.

Be honest, Jack... if this
file landed on your desk

and you'd never heard
the name Derek Brooker...

I know, I know, I'd think he was

several sandwiches
short of a picnic.

But I knew Derek and
he was a good detective

and if he thought that
Edelmann's death was suspicious,

he must have had grounds for it.

Okay, then, put it on the board.

Thank you.

Peter Edelmann, respected
author and journalist,

specializing in evolutionary
biology and gene theory.

Oh, that Peter Edelmann.

On the 18th of September 2002,

Edelmann's body was
found here in the woods

about four miles
from the village

of Tentemill Green,
where he lived,

and two miles from the perimeter
of an American Air Force base,

which has since
been decommissioned.

The cause of death was
an overdose of tranquillizers,

Temazepam, apparently
self-administered.

- I remember this case.
- There's a shock.

- One of the tabloids claimed

to have an anonymous source

who said Edelmann was killed

by the American government.
- Ah, wouldn't surprise me.

And it was because
of those allegations

that a murder investigation
team was set up,

led by Derek Brooker,

but they couldn't find
any sign of foul play.

The pathologist's report
confirmed the overdose.

There was no sign of
any violence or coercion.

- And the coroner
recorded a verdict of suicide.

But Brooker still thought
there was a case to answer,

so he devoted his retirement to
pursuing his own investigation,

but was never able
to prove a thing.

Any motive? Did
Brooker have a theory?

Well, according to
witness statements,

Edelmann was involved
in an alleged incident here

in the woods, on the
night of 13th of September,

five days before he died.

What kind of incident?

Supposedly, an aircraft
had crash-landed.

The U.S. Air Force
denied it ever happened,

but Brooker didn't believe them.

He was convinced that Edelmann

had seen something that night.

Derek's theory was that
Edelmann planned to publish

an account of what
he'd seen that night,

but was killed to stop the story

from ever seeing
the light of day.

- So we find out
what the story was

and that gives us
potential motive.

That's the trouble...
Edelmann's computer was taken

during the course
of the investigation

and someone "accidentally"
wiped the hard drive.

You're not serious.

I am.
- So it's not hard to see

why Derek thought there
was something fishy going on.

- Hang on, this isn't Watergate,

so, before we all turn into
Woodward and Bernstein,

maybe Jack would like to tell us

what Brooker thought
Edelmann had seen.

Brooker thought,
Brooker believed...

Peter Edelmann was
a member of a group

of UFO spotters.

They were the source

of the original murder
allegations and they claim

that it was a UFO that
crashed in the woods that night.

Flying saucer?

- Actually, a "UFO" just means
an "unidentified flying object."

A military test
plane, or the like.

"Unidentified" doesn't
necessarily mean...

- Derek believed that
Edelmann was killed

because he'd seen evidence
of the U.S. government's

ongoing contact

with extraterrestrials, Brian.

Ah.

- Look, Brooker might
have got his motives wrong,

but that doesn't mean he
was wrong about everything

and, if we can show that
Edelmann's death was suspicious,

then we can mount
a proper investigation.

- Peter Edelmann was living

with his girlfriend,
Susannah Morton.

She's still at the same address.

Seems like a
good place to start.

Absolutely not, Brian.

It's not an official
investigation.

- So don't call it an interview.

Derek Brooker was in regular
contact with Susannah Morton,

right up 'til when he died.

So what's to stop
Jack talking to her

off the record, as
a friend of Derek's?

And what's to stop us
going along with him,

for moral support?

Count me out.

- This is a colleague's
reputation on the line!

No, this is a massive
forest full of bloody Yanks,

that's what it is!

Two very good reasons
for me to stay here.

Fine. Then, whilst we're
gone, you can plow through

Derek Brooker's
case files for us.

"X-Files," more like.

"The truth is out there," Gerry.

Oh, look!

Peter Edelmann
wrote some of these.

"The Chicklid Fish
of Lake Tanganyika..."

"Sicklid."

Whatever.

"A Study of
Speciation in Evolution"

by P. Edelmann and S. Morton.

Oh, thank you.
- Do have a seat.

Thank you.
- You cowrote this?

Well, the credit's
a bit generous.

Evolution isn't really my field,

but I helped Peter
out with the maths.

I have a PhD in
particle physics.

Oh, right, didn't realize.

That's okay. Not
looking like a physicist

is generally
considered a good thing.

The publishers wanted to print
a revised edition of that book,

but Peter was due
to fly out to the Congo

a week and a half after he died.

The timing of his death is
one of the many reasons

I don't believe
he killed himself.

We should stress, Miss Morton,

that we're not here
in any official capacity.

- We're looking over
Derek Brooker's files

and, if it appears there's
a case to be answered...

Peter didn't kill himself.
That much, I'm sure of.

Did he ever suffer
from depression?

No.

Or any kind of mental...

- No. We lived
together for 10 years.

I think I'd know if there
was something wrong.

And, yet, Peter
died of an overdose

of prescription tranquillizers.

They were for the
flight to the Congo.

Peter was scared of flying.

If he had to get on a
plane, he'd take a pill

to knock him out
for the whole journey.

- How did he happen to have
the pills on him on that day?

That morning, he'd
gone into the surgery

to have his jabs for the Congo.

He picked up the
pills at the same time.

- How was he when
he left the house?

I'd say he was... preoccupied.

He could get like that
when he was working.

- This particular mood,

did it date from the
incident in the forest

that Derek Brooker
talks about in his report?

When Peter saw
the UFO, you mean?

With all the little green
men running around,

making crop circles

and interfering
with the local cattle?

Is that what you
want to know about?

Peter wasn't some UFO nut.

He was involved with the group
because he was researching

an article into what motivates
irrational belief systems.

Did he tell you anything about
what happened that night?

Not really. He said he'd
been up into the forest,

which is where he
got the skin rash.

Rash?

Yeah. Peter had a rash on
his face, neck, and hands.

He said it itched like hell.

Of course, after he died,

that is what the conspiracy
theorists really latched onto.

A classic side effect of a
close encounter, apparently.

- But he gave you no
indication that anything

out of the ordinary had
happened that night?

The first I heard about
any plane crash was

during the investigation
into his death.

So, whatever
happened, presumably,

that's what Peter
was writing about?

Miss Morton, we need a
good, solid reason to question

the original verdict of suicide
in order to reopen this case.

Don't.

Don't reopen the case.

I don't believe

that Peter killed himself,

but if proving that
breathes new life

into these ridiculous
conspiracy theories...

I'm saying don't
reopen the case, please.

Let Peter keep

what's left of his name.

Ah, there you are!

Look lively, we have
another appointment.

With who?

- David Beaumont
and Terry Thaxted.

- Who?
- Beaumont and Thaxted,

the organizers of this UFO group

that Peter Edelmann
was involved with.

Absolutely not.

- No, no, the
allegations, Sandra.

These are the fellows
who first told the press

that Peter Edelmann
had been murdered.

Whatever we think about
them, we can't ignore them.

It's one thing, to visit
Susannah Morton "unofficially,"

but you can't go around
reinterviewing witnesses

when the case is still closed!

- Oh, sorry, it's too late;
they're expecting us.

What?!
- Don't worry.

As far as they're concerned,
we were never there.

Come on.

Mr. Lane explained
the clandestine nature

of your visit and
I can assure you

that neither myself
nor Mr. Thaxted, here,

are strangers to subterfuge
in our line of work.

What, exactly, is your
line of work, Mr. Beaumont?

We run a privately financed,
independent ICER group.

"ICER"?

International Centre for
Extraterrestrial Research.

- From our headquarters
here, we scan radio frequencies.

We also log and archive
successful contacts

from likeminded
groups around the globe.

Are there many of those?
- Hmm, you'd be surprised.

Peter Edelmann was
involved with our group.

Really? Susannah Morton
told us that Peter Edelmann

didn't believe a word
of this UFO business.

He was only here
to research an article.

Whatever Peter's
reasons for joining

or his level of skepticism,

I believe that he finally
witnessed something

that changed his
worldview quite considerably.

You're talking about
the crash in the forest.

- Indeed, Mr. Lane.

We received several phone calls

about some kind of aircraft
dropping out of the sky

and crash-landing in the forest

some miles west of
the Air Force base.

What time was this?

About 11:00 in the evening.

I telephoned the other
members of our group,

Peter Edelmann included,

and we rendezvoused
here at around 11:30.

I can let you have
precise times...

We keep a detailed log.

You went out into the forest?
- Ahem.

By the time we got there,

the Air Force had put
up an armed perimeter,

so that no one could get
close enough to see anything.

The men guarding the
perimeter were wearing those.

What are those for?

Chemical and biological warfare.

Officially.

Excuse me?

Well, they don't just protect

against terrestrial hazards.

So, supposedly, Peter
Edelmann found a way

through this perimeter.

Yes. He was gone
for quite some time.

When he came back...

Y-You've heard
about the skin rash?

Yeah.

A commonly reported symptom
following a close encounter.

Did Mr. Edelmann tell you

what he'd seen?

- No. He wouldn't
talk to anyone.

He went straight home.

But what he saw
must've been something

quite special.

Because he kept it secret?

Because they killed him

before he had a chance
to tell anyone about it.

Who's "they"?

- The U.S. Air Force
or related agency.

Black ops.

Do you have any proof
to support this allegation?

- Since when did
people like this

need proof of anything?

Jack!
- Oh, look at all this!

Flying saucers and aliens!
Proof doesn't come into it!

Mr. Halford doesn't
believe in the possibility

of intelligent life
on other planets?

Mr. Halford is beginning
to doubt the possibility

of intelligent life on this one!

Jack!

Jack!

Thank you for your time.

We've got to keep
an open mind, Jack.

No, Brian, that's exactly
what Derek Brooker did,

and look where it got him.

- Just because Derek wasn't
able to prove his theories,

doesn't necessarily
mean that he was wrong.

- What?!

- If Peter Edelmann was
murdered, then it's either

because he saw a flying
saucer or he saw something else.

Now, we're choosing
to believe the latter,

but since neither can currently
be proved or disproved,

then surely one's
as likely as the other?

- Have you gone mad?

- Actually, you're both
overlooking the fact that

we're still no closer to proving

Edelmann was
murdered, in the first place.

Unless we can
do that, I'm afraid

this investigation
goes no further.

- Well, first off,

according to the Yanks, there
wasn't even a crash that night.

It was a training exercise.

And they've always
maintained that Peter Edelmann

couldn't have seen
anything, even if he did breach

the perimeter, because
there was nothing to see.

Great!

- So I checked on
his medical records.

He had no history of
depression or mental illness

and the Temazepam was
prescribed for his trip to the Congo,

which was booked and confirmed
for the week after he died.

Just because he
was planning a trip,

doesn't necessarily
mean he didn't kill himself.

- Yeah, you'd be
kicking yourself,

to have all those jabs
and not go, though.

I had that yellow
fever jab once,

when me and Esther
went to bloody Portugal.

A lot of yellow fever
in the Algarve, is there?

Better safe than sorry.

Me right arm swelled up
like Arnold Schwarzenegger.

Got it!
- Got what?

Edelmann's inoculations.

There's a statement from his GP.

On the day that
Peter Edelmann died,

he had a whole range of
injections for his Congo trip.

Jack, not everyone who commits
suicide cancels all their plans

in advance.

- No, no, no, that's not what
he means, is it? Postmortem.

Here it is.

"No sign of coercion
or violence." Fine.

But they would check
for signs that no poisons

or tranquillizers
were administered,

other than the
ones he swallowed.

They'd check for needlemarks.

So, what, they didn't find any?

Nope.
- Show me.

As Brian says, apart from
the needlemarks themselves,

these jabs could've
caused swelling, bruising.

There's nothing. Because,
even if they discounted them,

they would at least
have mentioned it here.

Well, maybe the...
Maybe the pathologist...

No, that would...

Somebody's rigged
the postmortem.

Find me that pathologist...
I want to talk to him...

And put together
a list of witnesses.

We're going to
rattle some cages.

- Officially?
- Damn right, officially.

The pathologist was a
woman, Dr. Eileen Harding,

but she's not a
pathologist anymore.

Two months after her postmortem
report on Peter Edelmann,

which more or less
guaranteed the coroner's verdict

of suicide, she quit her job

and moved with her
family to the States,

where she works for a
medical research company

called Unifend Pharmaceuticals.

Now, who wants to guess

who their biggest client is?

The American government.

Bingo.
- You are kidding me.

And we can't talk to her.

Apparently, she's on some
sort of team-bonding exercise

in the middle of nowhere
and is expected back

at the end of the month.
- Pull the other one.

Okay, who can we talk to, then?

- Well, our most obvious
source of witnesses is

the American Air Force base,
but since it was decommissioned,

the personnel
have been scattered

to the four corners
of the Earth, however,

the base commander,
Colonel Charles Norton,

retired when the place shut
down and still lives in the area.

And, in theory, he
should know exactly what,

if anything, Edelmann
saw that night.

- I doubt he's going to
be falling over himself

to tell us anything, though.

What about you, Brian?

Well, the U.S. Air Force
ran their own investigation

of all this.

They found nothing amiss,
but, since we can't access

their report, for reasons
of national security,

there's no way of telling

whether the whole
thing's a whitewash or not.

The chap who ran
the investigation was

a Leonard Kuziak.

Now, Kuziak's still over here,

but he's not in the
military anymore,

but he runs some kind of
theme café in West London.

You're welcome.

The pumpkin pie, is that good?

Just like Mama used to make.

Oh, let's hope not. My
mom could burn water.

I'll go for a slice of pie
and a chocolate malt.

- Coming right up.

- Leonard Kuziak?

What's the retirement
age for cops in this country?

I was a wide receiver,
back in college.

Nineteen years old, you
shrug off all the knocks.

Forty years on, that's
when you pay the price.

Ahh. Where were we?

The crash in the forest.

- There was no crash.
- September 13, 2002.

The date's neither
here nor there.

Eight years, I was in
command of that air base.

They decommissioned it

and I was the last
man out the gate.

Eight years. I didn't
lose a single aircraft.

So the reports of a crash...?
- Reports of a crash...

The only report I'm aware
of, Detective Superintendent,

speaks of a... training exercise

taking place on the
night in question.

What sort of exercise?

- Search and rescue.

In the event that
one of our aircraft

did come down
outside a base perimeter

in enemy territory, we
need to respond quickly.

Seal the area,

recover survivors,
equipment, and so on.

And the personnel
involved in such an exercise,

what would they wear?

- Protective clothing.

Chemical warfare suits.

Same as when we're
dealing with alien spacecraft.

That is where you're
going with this, isn't it?

As I explained on the phone,
Col Norton, we're investigating

allegations against the
United States Air Force

in connection with the
death of Peter Edelmann.

And you don't find those
allegations to be ridiculous?

Clearly not.
- Well, you should.

- New evidence
has come to light.

What new evidence?

We're not at liberty
to discuss that.

- Aha. Then how about I
save us all a lot of time?

What always ticked
me off about this thing,

from the get-go, was
the idea that a civilian

just walks through a
secure military perimeter.

We're out there, training
search and rescue teams

to recover downed
aircraft in enemy territory.

Do you think we
set up our perimeter,

then just let some
journalist waltz through it?

Never happened!

If you're so sure that nobody
could get through your security,

why bother with
an investigation?

- This is the OSI we're
talking about, Mr. Standing,

the Office of Special
Investigations.

We're responsible
for maintaining

law and order within
the U.S. Air Force

and the military holds
itself to a higher standard.

Someone accuses us
of any improper behavior,

let alone murder,
you'd better believe

we're going to investigate
it, and thoroughly.

Chocolate malt?

- No thanks.

- Best shake this
side of the pond.

Are you hungry?
You want a chili dog?

No, I'm fine. I've
eaten, thanks.

- Just for me.

- Slow day?

I'll ride it out.

You know, I live out the back,
so I keep the overheads low.

Where were we?

Your investigation.

Oh. So, we spoke with
the personnel responsible

for securing the
perimeter that night,

along with the guys who
were working the crash site,

the officer in charge,

and the operations
guys back on base,

who'd been monitoring radio
communications the whole time.

Bupkis.
- Hmm?

Nothing, zip. No
perimeter breach.

No unauthorized
personnel at the crash site.

No unusual comms traffic.

Even if this guy Edelmann
had got through the perimeter,

someone would've noticed him.

Assuming no one lied to you.

You have to understand:

this is life-and-death
stuff in the military.

Someone breaches the
perimeter and it's your fault,

you call it in.

Maybe you catch hell
for not paying attention,

but letting a potential
enemy through

and not warning anyone about
it? That's a world of trouble.

What if someone knew Edelmann...

Way ahead of you.

We looked at every single
participant's personal file.

None of those guys
knew Peter Edelmann.

Edelmann didn't
see squat that night.

He was never there.

I got to get back to work.

A guy walks out into the forest
and takes an overdose of pills.

Sometimes it
really is that simple.

Eh, are you all right?

- I had a bicycle.

45 minutes ago, I had
a brand-new bicycle.

- Oh! Toe rags!

- I haven't heard
that one before.

Sounds like a medical condition.

- Well, didn't you lock it?
- Yeah.

- What, they nicked the lock?

- Well, I'm not
surprised. It cost £100.

- A hundred quid?!
- Well, it was tamperproof.

- Tamperproof? No,
no, I'm sorry; I'm sorry.

- No, it's pretty funny.

- Look, do you want
a lift somewhere?

- No, I'm okay. Thanks.
- Sure?

- You're a cop.

- That's the second time in
an hour. Is it that obvious?

- I used to be married to
one, back in the States.

- Ah, and that put you
off them for life, right?

- Is that how your
luck usually plays out?

- Most of the time.

- Luck can change.

This poor woman actually agreed
to go and have a drink with you?

"Agreed"? She asked me.

Isn't it a bit dangerous

for someone with a
severe visual impairment

to be riding a bike in London?

She could get her white
stick caught in the spokes.

What's so funny?
- Nothing.

Gerry's been asked out
on a date by a 45-year-old.

Woman?

- Very funny. She
happens to be gorgeous.

- With a thing for older men.
- Much older.

- Maybe she's just
looking for a man

with wisdom and experience.

- Thank you, Sandra.

- And she thinks
Gerry might know one.

Whilst you were out on
the pull this afternoon,

you didn't happen to bump
into Leonard Kuziak, did you?

I did, as it happens.

Sounds like the same
story as your colonel.

He said his lot carried
out a full investigation

and there's no way

that Edelmann could've got
over their secure perimeter.

- If he didn't see anything,

there's no motive to kill him.

Assuming it was murder,
maybe we're looking

for motive in the wrong place.

How many enemies can
a science writer make?

- Let alone enemies who can
make the death look like suicide

and get the pathologist
to go along with it.

- Yeah, but we mustn't forget

that the pathologist
could've made a mistake

and the fact that she
moved to America

could just be coincidence.
- Nah!

We're missing something.

You know, Peter Edelmann
was a clever bloke,

a man of science,
practical and methodical.

Bingo.

With the odds of
winning the lottery

at 14-million-to-1 against,
it struck me as unlikely

that a man as logical as Peter

would've bought a ticket.

Well, I'm sorry to
disappoint you, Mr. Lane,

but Peter had been
buying a ticket, every Friday,

without fail, for
about six months.

He'd been working on a
system to improve the odds.

- Well, this was a Wednesday.

Excuse me?

You say he bought
a ticket every Friday,

but this was bought
two hours before he died,

on a Wednesday.

May I?

If Peter was
intending to kill himself,

why would he change his routine,

buy a lottery ticket

for a draw he didn't
expect to be around for?

These numbers aren't right.

How do you mean?

- Peter's system
relied on an algorithm

that generated a different
set of numbers each week,

but there was a
peculiarity to it...

It could never generate
prime numbers.

1, 3, 17, and 19

are all primes.

Could he have
changed the system?

No.

- Could it be a code?

Was Peter trying to
leave a message behind?

That's a bit of a leap.

- Well, if it is a code,

I wouldn't know where
to begin to crack it.

Yes, but he would've
known that, wouldn't he?

So, if this is a coded message,

who did he think would
be able to decrypt it?

It's not Fibonacci.

- Could be a Farey sequence?

Or Thue-Morse,
expressed in decimals?

- Atomic numbers?

- Atomic weights, perhaps?
- Or a combination of the two.

But you think it's a code?

Well, that's the problem
with codes, Mr. Lane,

because you can't tell

if it is or isn't a code
until you decode it.

We don't want to jump
to unfounded conclusions.

- Why break the
habit of a lifetime?

There are several
things we could do.

Would it help to use the police
computers back at our office?

Ha.

Thank you very much,
but I think you'll find

that any computer a
policeman is capable of using

won't achieve anything like

the computational
power we have here.

How long?

How long is a piece of string?

You go.

I'll stay and let you know
if we turn anything up.

See, sushi is actually a
cube of vinegared rice,

covered with either
fish, vegetable, or meat.

Now, a lot of people think

it's raw fish, but
that's sashimi.

That one just moved.

Well, listen, we can go
somewhere else, if you prefer.

No, no. I'll try
anything... once.

Futomaki.
- Excuse me?

Rice mixed with
fish and vegetables

and wrapped in nori,

which is a kind of seaweed.

You know, I never
would've guessed

you were into this stuff.

I'm surprised.

In a good way.

Bon appetit.

I'm not saying the
woman's an angel, Jack,

but Derek Brooker was
a man with obsessions.

He can't have been
much fun to live with.

- "For richer, for poorer,
in sickness and in health,"

unless it isn't any
fun, in which case,

you run off with a Harley Street
doctor 10 years your junior,

in the hopes that he buys
you a brand-new Merc.

I mean, it's a miracle to me
that Esther puts up with Brian,

and his obsessions only
last a few days at a time.

- But can you imagine Esther
destroying Brian's reputation

to try and get her
hands on his money?

- No, of course not, but,
then, I can't see Brian

cutting Esther out
of his will, either.

Now, I'm not saying that
the woman is right, Jack,

but I do think you should
try and empathize a bit.

Jack?

I'm impressed, Jack.

I really didn't think you'd
stick your neck out for Derek.

Sandra Pullman,
this is Cheryl Brooker.

Pleased to meet you.

Yeah, I know who you are.

I'm even more impressed
with you, putting your career

on the line for someone
you didn't even know.

Cheryl...

I wonder how the newspapers
will react when they hear

that the Metropolitan
Police are frittering away

taxpayers' money,
searching for flying saucers.

Mrs. Brooker, we're looking
into the case in question

because new evidence
has come to light.

Yeah, I'm sure that's
just how the tabloids

will report it.

I'd be updating your CV,
about now, if I were you.

Cheryl!
- You brought this on yourselves!

Just remember
that when your faces

are splashed
across the front page!

Still think she
was hard done by?

I don't even know
what you do for a living.

- Oh, you can't guess?

- Should I be able to?

- I guessed you were a
cop. Turnabout is fair play.

All right, um... model?

Oh, that's tacky.

No, thank you.

Well, I don't think
you're a restaurant critic.

True.

Or an expert on
bicycle security.

- It's really not
that interesting.

No, but if you do
it, I doubt it's boring.

Tacky again?

No, actually, that
one's just about right.

There's a kid up our street

could probably
sort that out for you.

Fixed our video up like new

when Esther spilt her tea on it.

- Actually, that's
monitoring signals.

Eh?

CMBR, cosmic microwave
background radiation,

the radiation that was generated

when the universe
came into existence.

If you detune a television,
a small proportion

of the white noise you see
is an echo of the Big Bang.

- The rest is
thermal interference

and a variety of other
signals, that are either

too weak to resolve or else
indecipherable to our equipment.

- In amongst that,
there may, one day, be

a signal we can interpret,
a message, perhaps.

- Hmm, like those
Magic Eye pictures.

I could never get those to work.

- Well, we're no strangers
to mockery, Mr. Lane.

Oh, no, I wasn't...

You're clearly interested
in science and maths

and you seem to
know a fair bit about it,

but don't you ever
wonder that you might be

wasting all that on
this alien business?

From a purely
scientific perspective,

the possibility of
extraterrestrial intelligence

is a far from irrational
belief, Mr. Lane.

How's that, then?

- Show him Drake.

Who's Drake?

So these are just old cases that
no one's ever managed to solve?

- Yeah, yeah, new
evidence comes to light

and we have
another look at them.

- Like what?

- Well, at the moment,
we're investigating

a possible
government conspiracy.

Yeah! Coverups, murder, the lot.

- Is that why you
were at the diner?

- No. No, not exactly, no.

Look, I shouldn't
really be talking

about ongoing investigations.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- No, no, you're fine, it's...

- This is me.

- Very nice.

- This is the awkward
moment, huh?

- Yeah, heh.

- I'm not going to
invite you up, Gerry.

I want to, but I'm not going to.

- It's all right.

- I don't have many rules,
but this is one of them.

Take me out again, and
we'll see what happens, okay?

Okay.

There we are, the
Drake equation,

devised back in 1960

by Dr. Frank Drake, a
professor of astrophysics

at the University of California.

Now, Drake was trying
to calculate the probability

of us making
contact with other...

intelligent civilizations
out there in the universe.

Another crackpot.

He based his calculations
on the number of new stars

formed every year,

the number of planets
orbiting those stars,

and the number of those
planets that were likely

to sustain life
forms intelligent

and technologically advanced
enough to make contact.

Are you listening to this?
- Yes, yes. Fascinating.

- Is this leading us

anywhere relevant, Brian?

Look, the point is
that, even by using

the most conservative
estimates, this equation proves that

the existence of
other intelligent life

out there in the universe

is far more likely than not.

- Morning, all.
What have I missed?

- Brian thinks that Edelmann

might've seen a UFO, after all.

He's been brainwashed
by our conspiracy nuts.

I'm simply saying there
is mathematical proof

for the existence of
extraterrestrial intelligence.

Have those nerds
cracked the code?

They're working on it.

So how was your date?
- I don't kiss and tell.

Yes, you do.

If it was more than a kiss,

you'd be shouting
from the rooftops.

We had a very pleasant
evening, actually.

- Someone's just tried to burn
down Leonard Kuziak's diner.

Cheers. Thank you.

They haven't found any
bodies yet, so that means

that Leonard Kuziak
wasn't in his flat at the time,

or the fire was so hot, there's
nothing left of him to find.

- Arson?

- Yeah, it looks like it,
because most restaurant fires

start in the kitchen; this
one started in the dining area.

So, unless forensics
find any human remains,

it's either attempted murder
or a warning, of some kind.

- Relating to the Edelmann case.

- Bit much of a
coincidence, isn't it?

- No one knew we were
even talking to Kuziak.

- Someone did.
- Who?!

I'll ring you later.

Where are you going?
- Gerry?

Yeah, Brian.

Great.

Hang on. They've
cracked the code.

We'll come and get you.

We think Peter's lottery numbers

refer to the periodic
table of elements.

If we transpose these numbers

to their corresponding
chemical symbols,

we get

hydrogen, H; lithium, Li;

carbon, C; oxygen, O;

chlorine, CI; and potassium, K.

- Spelling something out.

- Not necessarily, no.
- An anagram?

So when you say
you cracked the code...

Oh, yeah, "clock"
is in there, or "click."

"Hillock." No, that
leaves a C out.

You can't even make a
word using all the letters!

- Maybe it's another code.

You've cracked the top layer,
only to reveal another cipher.

- Or you turned a
random series of numbers

into a random series of letters

and wasted a lot of
time, in the process.

- Tell them!
- We don't think this is

an anagram.
- Then what?

- The elements these
numbers refer to...

- We think it's the chemical
basis for an alien life form.

- The one Peter saw
in the forest that night.

Ohhh! Complete dead end!

Not necessarily.

It might still be a
code, and those two

might even be right about
the letters they represent.

But they don't mean anything.

Not to us, no, but maybe he was
sending it to somebody specific,

somebody who would
know what the letters meant.

I'm sorry.

Well, it was a long shot.

Or Maybe they really
were just lottery numbers.

Hold on.

Is it that simple?

What?

- I don't think it's a code.

I think it could be an address.

An IP address.

A what?

- "Internet protocol." It's
the address of a Web server.

- If that's where Peter
backed his work up to...

September 13, 2002.

The night of the crash.

Is this possible?

It's certainly possible.

- So Peter claims that he
got past the supposedly secure

perimeter that the U.S.
Air Force had set up

and he saw the
wreckage of a plane crash.

- Still burning, apparently.
- And he saw bodies.

- Quite a few,
by the sound of it.

This is it. This is motive
for murder, isn't it?

They wouldn't
want this to get out.

- Why not? Planes
have crashed before.

- If the plane was on
some kind of secret mission.

- That would explain
covering up the crash,

but it hardly justifies murder.

- You can't think it
was a coincidence

that Peter saw
all this five days...

- She means it can't be proven.

The only evidence
we have of a crash,

let alone bodies, is
this article by Peter.

He's not with us anymore.

- So there's no one to
corroborate the story.

- Maybe there is someone.

Look.

- That looks like the
same rash that Peter had

the night he came
back from the forest.

- I thought it might be.

Evidence of a close
encounter, they said.

I know exactly what
Peter Edelmann

had a close encounter with.

These gloves are made

from a material
similar to latex.

They sprinkle a
powder inside them

to stop them
sticking to your skin.

Same stuff they use
in forensic gloves.

I'm allergic to it, which is why

I had the same reaction,
when I put them on earlier,

as I used to get
at crime scenes.

50 quid says Peter Edelmann
had the same allergy.

So, Peter got
through the perimeter

because he was
wearing one of these suits.

Now, we've always assumed
that he was on his own,

but there are two
suits, so the question is

which one of you was with him?

Beer?

I've taken care of "Melissa."

Yeah, anonymous tip
to friends in high places

should keep her out
of the way for a while.

Melissa?

Mm-hmm, she was using me

to get information
about the investigation.

I mean, I didn't tell
her anything important,

but, obviously, it was enough
to get your place burned down.

Melissa, the nurse?

- The what?

She's a nurse in
an old folks' home

around the corner from my
place; she comes in all the time.

No, but I asked
her what she did,

and she dodged the question.

She probably didn't think
changing adult diapers

was a very sexy
topic, for a first date.

You thought she
was spying on me?

Yeah, I...

Well, they're a little
subtler than that.

You guys start asking
questions after all this time,

you'd be amazed how
fast word gets around.

They probably thought I'd talk,

so they torched my place,
to either warn me or kill me.

But who are "they"?

- The Martians.

They're taking over.

Come on, it could've been one
of a dozen intelligence agencies.

Something like this,

there's not usually a
lack of interested parties.

But it is to do with
Peter Edelmann?

Whatever I tell
you now, that's it.

I won't repeat it anywhere else;

I won't sign anything,
and I won't go on tape.

I leave here, and you'll never
see or hear from me again.

If you've got
anything pertinent...

I was an officer in the
United States Air Force,

Mr. Standing.

I was good at my job and
I never gave anyone cause

to ever think I'd
ever tell what I knew.

Yet, the first sign of trouble,

they torch my place,
just to shut me up.

Now, that pisses me off just
enough to tell you what I know,

but I won't go on the record

and I won't stand up in
court and betray my country.

That being the case,

do you want to listen to
what I have to say, or not?

Do you know what time it is?

- We have a few more
questions for you, Mr. Norton.

- Colonel Norton.

You want to talk to me,
make an appointment.

- I don't think so.

- We found the article that
Peter Edelmann was writing.

- We want to know
about the bodies.

They killed Peter
Edelmann, Mr. Lane.

They killed him because he tried

to tell people what
we saw that night.

Do you think I was
going to stick my head

above the parapet,
once that had happened?

Tell me what you
saw, Mr. Thaxted.

We got a call,

about 11:00 in the evening,

from one of the
members of our group.

He'd seen some kind of
aircraft crash in the forest.

Peter Edelmann was here with us.

We decided to
go and take a look.

They called it a
training exercise,

which was the most effective way

of sweeping the whole
thing under the carpet.

But there was a crash?

- Of course there was a crash.

Anyone within a 5-mile
radius must've heard the noise.

There were clouds of
smoke and a decent section

of the forest was
destroyed by the impact.

By the time the three of
us got out into the forest,

it was crawling with
Air Force people.

There were clouds of black smoke

rising up from deep
inside the forest,

but there was no way they
were letting anyone near it.

We knew straightaway
this was something big.

So you came back here
and put the protective suits on.

- Peter was desperate to
get inside the perimeter.

Mr. Thaxted and I tossed a coin
to see who would go with him.

- I won.

Or lost,

depending on your point of view.

This nonsense brings
you to my door at this hour?

- We're not so
sure it is nonsense.

I can't help that.

You're still maintaining
this was a training exercise?

Absolutely.

And, yet, Peter Edelmann says
he sneaked through the perimeter.

Impossible.

- Even if he was
covered, head to foot,

in a chemical-warfare suit?

Would it be possible then?

- We got as close to the
perimeter as we dared

and then put the suits
on over our clothes.

I don't know about Peter,
but I really didn't think

we stood much of a
chance of getting through.

But it was worth a try?

Yes. And, as it turned
out, we just walked through,

no questions asked.

Everyone seemed in a big hurry.

There were jeeps
going to and fro,

people barking
orders over radios.

The crash site was about
a mile in from the perimeter.

We'd had to jog all the way
to keep up with the others, so...

What did you see, Mr. Thaxted?

I saw bodies, Mr. Lane,

a lot of bodies.

- This is the fantasy of a man

just before he
took his own life.

If this is all you have...

Excuse me.

Hello?

Okay. Thanks, Brian.

We have another witness.

No, you don't.

- Yes, we do, and this
one's very much alive.

But I'd like to remind you
that you no longer enjoy

the protection of
the U.S. Air Force.

You are a guest in our country.

I should start telling
the truth, if I were you.

- When it comes to sticking by
an obviously implausible story,

most governments would
give the average 9-year-old kid

a run for his pocket money.

"There was no crash. It
was a training exercise.

You heard a noise, you
saw clouds of black smoke,

trees snapped in half
or else burnt to a crisp?

Hollywood-style special effects,

to make the whole
thing as real as possible

for our boys."

You'd be surprised how
easily people swallow it up.

So what was it that crashed?

I don't know.

There was almost
nothing left intact.

The whole area was
scattered with wreckage,

some of it still burning,
some of it partially melting

from the heat of
the burning fuel.

Did you see any insignia, logos?

Any numbers, even
partial, on the pieces of...

No.

- Subpoena the logs
for the night in question.

Every flight in landed safely;

every flight out reached its
destination without incident.

And every flight
appears on those logs?

What are you suggesting?

If someone wanted to
make a flight disappear...?

Okay, sure, let's indulge
that line of questioning,

shall we? See where it leads.

Say someone wanted
to cover up an incident,

someone with the
power to delete a flight

from the official
U.S. Air Force log,

to make it vanish into
thin air, like it never existed.

So tell me, do you
imagine that someone

with that kind of influence
can be caught out by you?

There was no flight. It was a...

Gulfstream jet,

CIA-owned.

It was flying out of the base

en route to
Guantánamo Bay, Cuba.

Something happened
just after takeoff,

some kind of mechanical error,

and they ditched
it in the forest.

All right, so it was a
CIA plane and it crashed.

What was the need
for all the secrecy?

- The plane's not the
thing, Mr. Standing,

it's the cargo.

- It took a while
before I even realized

what I was looking at,

all these black lumps
scattered across the ground,

like larger versions
of something

you'd scrape off the
bottom of the oven.

Men were gathering
them up into bags

and packing them
into the back of a truck.

I couldn't work out
why, until I... trod on one.

It cracked under my foot
and, when I looked closely,

I realized it was a hand.

- In his account,
Peter Edelmann claims

he saw bodies in the wreckage.

"Claims."

- They were all body parts,

these black lumps,
charred to the bone,

scattered amongst the
wreckage, everywhere you looked.

Whose bodies were they?!
What was that plane carrying?!

British citizens of
various nationalities,

suspected of involvement
in terrorist activities.

So they could just as
easily have been innocent.

Just like the poor nurse

you've currently got
locked up in a cell.

People the U.S. government
suspect of being involved

with terrorist groups, who
enjoy the legal protection

of their host country...
We can't extradite them;

you don't have enough
evidence to arrest them.

So the CIA snatches
them off the street

and flies them out in secret?

"Secret" being
the operative word.

If we admitted
there was a crash,

we would have to call in the
British emergency services

to deal with it.

They find bodies,
they want names,

names we can't give them
because we had no right,

putting those people on
the plane, in the first place.

So, by calling it a
training exercise,

you keep the authorities away.

That's the idea.

How many people on this plane?

Two pilots, nine prisoners.
They all died on impact.

And Peter Edelmann saw it?

He saw the bodies. Well,
what was left of them.

He put two and two
together pretty fast

and started asking some
uncomfortable questions.

Who killed Peter Edelmann?

What, you think I
know the names?

I don't even know if
people like that have names.

I don't know who they
take their orders from,

how they get in or out
of the country... nothing.

I know why it
happened, and that's it.

Got any more beer?

You need to make a statement.

What we can give
you is protection,

a new identity, relocation.

Ha! You could even open
another diner, if you wanted.

The thing...

Ohh.

Cheers, Gerry.

It was a private plane,
bound for Guantánamo Bay.

Nine prisoners,
all British citizens

suspected of terrorism,
illegally abducted by the CIA.

They call that "extraordinary
rendition," don't they?

I'd like you both to leave.

- A plane that was
kidnapping British citizens

crashed on British soil.

You have no evidence.

Peter Edelmann saw
the bodies, started asking

awkward questions,
and so he was killed.

Was that your decision?
- Either charge me...

If you didn't give the orders,
you must have known about it,

which makes you an
accessory after the fact.

- Tell us what
happened, Mr. Norton.

There was no plane crash.
It was a training exercise.

We don't have a witness.

What do you mean?

So you did see the bodies.

- What was left of them, yes.

The bodies of what,

Mr. Thaxted?

Aliens.

Ohhh!
- Aliens?

Isn't it obvious?

That's why they killed Peter,
because he saw the bodies.

They were nine prisoners

bound for Guantánamo
Bay; they were being ta...

It was a plane, not
a bloody spaceship!

If I may, they would say that.

No, no, they wouldn't, actually!
You see, that's the whole point,

because they're not
saying anything! In fact,

one of our colleagues talked
to somebody on the inside.

Ah.
- What?

Someone on the inside,
someone with a vested interest

in having you believe
their cover story.

- Extraordinary rendition
is the cover story?!

Well, that's the way they work:

a plausible lie covers
an implausible truth.

You saw those
bodies, Mr. Thaxted.

Not human ones.

- They were burned
beyond all recognition!

Oh.

Someone's got to you.

Sandra.

- If someone has
bribed or threatened you

to falsify evidence, that's
called "witness tampering"!

Surely, you are
not suggesting...

They believe it, Sandra.
- Don't be absurd, Brian!

This man is the only
living witness we have

to a flagrant breach
of international law

and a conspiracy to cover it up

that led to the murder
of a British citizen!

You saw those bodies
with your own eyes.

I know what I saw.

Fine, okay, fine, so you
really do believe, do you,

that all of this is to do with

little green men
and flying saucers?

I know what I saw.
- Those body parts were green?

I don't think the phrase
"little green men" is meant

to be taken literally.
- Shut up!

I'm not lying to
you, Ms. Pullman.

- "Detective Superintendent."

That's it. We're done here.

Mary always said we were
mad to marry into the police force.

But she coped
with it, didn't she?

I couldn't.

I was just...

counting the months
'til Derek's retirement,

when I would get
my husband back.

And then the Edelmann case...

What are you doing here, Cheryl?

I'm not going to
contest the will.

I've changed my mind.

It's not like I need the money.

It was... It was never
about the money, anyway.

I wanted my side of
the story to be heard.

But you're right...

It's not worth the damage
it would do to his memory.

Who's that?

I'm dropping the lawsuit.

That's what I've
come here to tell you.

Has someone
approached you about this?

Shake my hand, Jack.

What are you afraid of?
- Just shake my hand, please.

Goodbye.

The number you have dialed
has not been recognized.

Please check the
number and try again.

Sounds like the same
car I saw at the cemetery.

- Maybe whoever
put the wind up Cheryl

did the same to Melissa.

- Yeah, either that, or I
was right, in the first place,

and she was in on it all along,
which makes you lot right.

How's that?
- Well, a woman like that's

never going to go for
a bloke like me, is she?

Oh, Gerry, we were joking.

Yeah, well, she's vanished
now, so we'll never know.

Phew, we've really blown
this one, haven't we?

No! We didn't blow anything.

The case is now
officially unsolved.

We know the truth
of what happened

and, sooner or later,
we'll find a way to prove it.

Yeah, but do we really
know the truth, though?

Hmm?

Well, I mean, Peter Edelmann's
article says he saw bodies,

but he didn't know
whose bodies they were.

Leonard Kuziak said
they were prisoners.

Colonel Norton said there
wasn't even a plane crash

and Beaumont and Thaxted...

Oh, don't bring them up again!

Oh, no, no, no, go on, Brian.

I'm just saying,
who do we trust?

Maybe Kuziak was spinning a
yarn to keep us off the real story.

You know, a riddle
inside an enigma,

all wrapped up in a thingamy.

- In which case,
the truth would be...?

Well, according to
the Drake equation,

it's far more likely
that there are...

He thinks it was aliens!

I'm just saying we've no proof

to support one version
of events over another.

Maybe "there are more
things in heaven" and whatnot.

His mechanism's gone.

- He should phone home.

Yeah? Well, you
believe what you like,

but when whatever it is comes
crawling out of them woods,

bent on world domination,
then you'll all be sorry.

♪ It's alright, it's okay ♪

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

♪ It's alright, I
say, it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ It's alright, doin' fine ♪

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

♪ It's alright, I
say, it's okay ♪

♪ we're gettin' to the
end of the day ♪ ♪

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