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Hello?

No. No, no. That's fine.

Sorry. Hang on.

Sorry about that. I couldn't hear you.

What, now?

No, no, no, no. It's no problem.

I, um... I could be with you in an hour or so.

Half an hour.

No. It's fine.

I'll see you then. Yeah. Bye.

Shit!

♪ 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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Say hello to Harry Eldridge. Or what's left of him.

He was found near Guildford a couple of days ago,

cut up and buried not far from the A3.

The dry, sandy nature of the soil

has left him pretty well preserved,

wrapped in what look like his clothes and old newspapers.

Positive ID, is it?

Well, they found a wallet among the clothing with a credit card.

Dental records should confirm it.

Eldridge was a well-to-do butcher in Smithfield Market.

When was this?

Those newspapers are dated December 19, 1976.

The day Eldridge vanished.

The most likely cause of death is this...

A stab wound going up into the small of the back,

made with a long-bladed knife.

The body was cut up quite skillfully,

so... doctor, surgeon...

- Butcher. - Mm. Quite.

The day Eldridge vanished, Simon Lockhart, a

doctor at Bart's Hospital,

was murdered in the back of Eldridge's store in Smithfield.

Eldridge was the prime suspect.

This may or may not rule him out.

Either way, it's not Eldridge's killing we're reinvestigating...

It's Dr. Lockhart's.

Yeah, but Smithfield's in the City of London.

Why isn't it their bag?

Ordinarily it would be,

but they're pretty stretched at the moment.

Poor things.

They'd appreciate our level of expertise.

The city commissioner himself has asked for our help,

not least because of UCOS's reputation.

It's quite a feather in your cap.

And so he expressly asked for our help,

not least because of UCOS's reputation.

Expressly asked for our help, my ass.

Who's he kidding?

The City of London would appreciate

our level of expertise, Gerry.

The City of London commissioner is Ian Hayes.

Strickland went to Bramshill with him.

- He was best man at his wedding. - You scratch my back...

I'll stick a feather in your... cap.

Right.

Dr. Simon Lockhart, 35.

Senior houseman in the A&E department

in St. Bart's Hospital.

Early Monday morning, December 21, 1976,

he was found hanging from a meat hook

in Harry Eldridge's cold store in Smithfield market

by a Vernon Murnaghan.

- Come again? - Vernon Murnaghan.

He was Eldridge's meat cutter, and he had keys to the stall.

Lockhart's skull had been split open with a meat cleaver.

Oh, not just a friendly tiff, then.

He was last seen two days earlier in The Bull pub

along with Eldridge, Murnaghan,

and a fellow butcher and stallholder, David Snow.

Is that The Bull near the market?

Yeah. The four of them had spent the morning gambling.

The meat men didn't actually know Lockhart,

but they were quite happy to take his money.

Murnaghan and Snow left around 2:00,

but Eldridge and Lockhart were still there at 2:30,

because they were overheard arguing by an off-duty plod.

So when Lockhart turned up dead,

the police named Eldridge as the prime suspect,

only to find he'd disappeared.

No one in the market had seen him since the Saturday.

He never came home, and his wife, Julia,

reported him missing late Sunday evening.

Well, that's the market for you.

Like getting blood out of a stone.

Whole case is a waste of time.

What are you on about? Eldridge didn't do a runner, did he?

He was found murdered.

Which means he probably didn't kill Lockhart.

Someone else killed both of them.

And you think we're gonna find out who it is 33 years later?

Sorry, am I missing something? Or isn't that our job?

Anyway, Eldridge wasn't just your ordinary butcher.

He supplied some of the smartest restaurants in London.

And when he married Julia, it was like a society wedding.

So you can just imagine what the press made of it

when Lockhart turned up in the back of his stall

like a side of beef.

Okay? Let's get down there.

Why?

Talk to the family.

His son Tom now runs the business.

- Pointless. - What are you on about?

Smithfield Market works through the night.

By 9:00 in the morning, it's more or less dead.

Oh.

Okay. We'll go first thing tomorrow, then.

Fine. All I'm saying is good luck.

I mean, it's not even our manor.

City of London know it's hopeless,

so that's why they fobbed it off on us.

But we've got more to go on now

than the original investigation, haven't we?

We've got another dead man, blood, clothing, DNA,

an IOU found in Eldridge's pocket

linking the four of them gambling.

Mind you, I don't get what it is they were playing.

What's..."spoof"?

- Spoof! Oh, blimey! - Haven't played that for years.

- A card game? - No, no. It's not cards.

Look, you each take three coins, right?

Any coin.

And you put them behind your back.

Then you put either one, two, or three or none in one hand,

and then you hold your hand out in front of you.

And then you each take a turn to guess what the total is.

But you can't use any number that's already been called.

- Right? - So, four.

Five.

Three.

Five.

Seven.

Six.

Eight.

Me! I've won! Thank you!

It's unbelievable!

- Mallorca 1972. - Eh?

When me dad taught me how to play.

Mum was furious.

Wow! It's busy, isn't it?

Look, you lot go on. I'm gonna get a coffee.

Coffee can wait. Come on.

I'm not going in there.

Gerry, you love food, cooking. This should be nirvana.

Is it the meat, Gerry?

Yes, it's a phobia.

You've got a phobia about raw meat. Like Adolf Hitler.

I haven't got a bloody phobia.

You just don't need all of us in there.

It's the scene of crime. In!

You know, I've never been here before.

It's fantastic, isn't it?

A pantheon to the gods of gore.

Vegetarians need not apply.

There you are. They're not here. Come on.

Can I help you, love?

Uh, yeah. We're looking for Tom Eldridge.

Nah. Home with his mum.

Can I say who called?

You're a bit lost, ain't you, darling?

Met's over that way.

What'd I tell you? Come on. Let's go.

Gerry!

Gerry!

Gerry. Someone's calling you.

Gerry.

You old bugger. How are you?

Yeah, all right. Yeah.

Well, well, now.

Look, your taste's improved. Who's this, then?

Detective Superintendent Pullman. My governor.

Care to introduce us, Gerry?

Oh, sorry. Sid.

- Cousin. - Cousin?

How are you, love? All right?

Here, Barry!

Barry, come and have a look who's here!

Bloody hell!

Mate! Oh, lovely!

Another cousin.

This has always been a real family business.

Now, let me tell you who's who.

That's Harry. That's Gerry's second cousin.

That's Garry... That's Harry's brother.

And that's Mary over there... That's his missus.

That's Larry, their boy.

And that there's Terry... That's Barry's son.

Yeah, that's Gerry's cousin first removed.

Gerry, you never mentioned that you had family here.

What, you didn't know his old man was in the meat trade?

No. No, I didn't.

Oh, he's hopeless. He was always hopeless.

Broke his old man's heart.

You'd have to have a heart to break one.

That's why you got out, didn't you?

Went off and joined the Old Bill.

Him and his old man didn't get on.

Let me get this right.

Your dad was Gerry's dad's brother.

Excuse me. Lestade & Family?

Yeah. Yeah, it's an Huguenot name.

They come over from France, stop getting massacred.

Unlike Gerry here.

He used to get massacred every Saturday night.

You mention Lestade in the meat trade,

and everyone knows what you're talking about.

It's a name to be proud of.

Yeah, except for him, of course.

Silly bugger thought it made him sound like an iron hoof.

- No, I didn't. - You changed your name.

So your real name is Gerard Lestade?

- Ah, oui! - Can we stop all this?

So, deep down, you're not Cockney at all.

- You're French. - I'm not bleedin' French!

That's what his old man used to say to wind him up.

So, cuz...

What are you doing here?

We're looking into the murder of a Dr. Simon Lockhart.

It happened here some 30-odd years ago.

- Who? - Simon Lockhart.

He was a doctor at Bart's.

He was found in Harry Eldridge's cold store.

Everyone thought that Harry Eldridge had killed him

and then done a runner.

Only now Harry's turned up. Also dead.

Lockhart.

Sort of rings a bell.

But it was a long time ago, mind.

I told you.

We're looking for David Snow.

Does he still have a stall here in the market?

Snowy? No. Not for years.

He runs a pub now. The Bull. Just down the road.

- The Bull? - Yeah.

Right. Cheers. Thanks very much. Thank you.

You take care now, there, Gezzer, eh?

Don't you be a stranger.

- Come here. - Hey, hey.

- Come on, Gezzer. - Very affectionate, aren't they?

There's a whole other side to your family,

and you've never even mentioned them.

Yeah, Sid, Barry, Harry, Garry, Larry, Mary, Terry.

And Gerry.

- Gezzer. - Very funny.

No, they're all right, that lot is.

It was my dad.

As far as I was concerned, he was a complete...

Huguenot?

Right, lads. What can I get you?

We're looking for a David Snow.

Oh, are you?

And what you gonna do to him when you find him?

Just get him, will you?

Oh, yeah, well, I'm Dave Snow. What's the problem?

We're looking into the death of Dr. Simon Lockhart in 1976.

Oh, yeah.

I've just been reading about Harry Eldridge being dug up.

It's horrible.

You were with him the day he died, weren't you?

Yeah, that's right. Playing spoof.

Me, him, and Mouthful.

Mouthful?

Vernon Murnaghan. Murnaghan.

Well, it is, isn't it, a mouthful?

Anyway, we took quite a lot off 'em both,

so we decided to quit while we were ahead.

Back in '76 you said you'd never met Lockhart before.

Yeah, that's right.

He saw we were playing spoof,

and he come over and asked if he could join in.

And this is the same pub you were in that day?

Oh, yeah. There's only one Bull in Smithfield.

Get it?

Now you're the landlord?

No, I own it.

Lock, stock, and nonsmoking barrels.

Get it?

So how long have you been out of the meat trade?

Oh, ages now.

I got a good few years out of it.

And then the EU put their oar in.

Ruined everything, the pillocks.

They're all on the hey-diddle-diddle.

They've regulated it to death, they have.

Don't get me started.

You never saw Eldridge and Lockhart again after you left?

No. Me and Mouthful left them to it.

I went back to the market, shut up shop, and went home.

Brian.

An IOU was found on Harry's body.

Could it have been Lockhart's?

500 quid?

We'd had to have played for a whole year

to rattle up that lot.

This looks like one that Danny Paye used to dish out.

Who's Danny Paye?

Danny Paye. That's a blast from the past.

Illegal bookie. Loan shark. Gangster.

Nah. Danny Paye was a nothing.

He had his moments. Most of them in '75-'76.

- And this Vernon bloke. - Murnaghan.

Yeah. Where can we find him?

Oh, he landed on his feet, all right.

He's got a place up at Ally Pally.

I think you'll find him in the phone book under "loaded."

Right. 'Scuse me for a minute, will you?

Okay, you two go and see

if there's any mileage in this Vernon... Mouthful...

Where you going?

Jack and I'll go and see Eldridge's widow and son.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Thomas Eldridge?

Look, my mother and I have made it absolutely clear

we are not speaking to the press.

We're not from the papers, Mr. Eldridge.

Detective Superintendent Pullman. This is Jack Halford.

We've already talked to the police.

That was Surrey. We're actually from the Met.

Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad.

We're reexamining the death of a Dr. Simon Lockhart.

Let them in, Tom.

Let them in.

I never could believe that Harry killed Dr. Lockhart...

Any more than I could believe that he'd simply disappear.

Did your husband ever mention knowing Lockhart?

As I said at the time, no.

Did he have any enemies?

Possibly.

When he disappeared, I found out that the business

wasn't in nearly as healthy a state

as I'd been led to believe.

But nothing that could get him...

Is it possible he'd borrowed money?

No. Not without me knowing.

He didn't.

My mother struggled for years to keep the business going.

Where we are now is solely down to her.

It's amazing what she did. Especially in Smithfield.

Do you think it's possible

that someone could have been waiting for your husband?

What, and ended up having to deal with Lockhart as well?

How much do you remember of this time?

Not a lot. I was only six.

All I remember is wondering where he'd gone

and being upset that he never came back.

We went to the stall today

in the hope of having a look 'round.

Where we are now is not where the business was in '76.

We used to be in the old poultry market.

We moved when Smithfield was renovated.

- Could we take a look at it? - I don't see why not.

Thank you. It would be very helpful.

Bermondsey... Where you grew up...

It's on the river, right?

Yeah.

So is that where the boats from France used to land?

If you don't shut up,

I'm gonna land a right hook right on the end of your nose.

Bloody hell. Look at this!

Gentlemen. How can I help you?

You can help yourself to a pair of trousers.

I've just had me breakfast.

This way, boys.

Now, fancy a drink?

No, not for me.

How about you? You sure you won't have one?

It's a bit early for me.

It's never too early for pleasure.

You kit this place out yourself?

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

- Do you like it? - Very original.

You've done well for yourself, haven't you?

I have, haven't I?

We've, uh, been chatting to Dave Snow.

He says you left Harry Eldridge and Dr. Lockhart in The Bull.

Yeah, that's right.

Snowy went back to his stall,

and I went to the Walthamstow dogs.

Can you believe they've shut that place down?

I mean, it's a diabolical tragedy.

And you never saw either of them again?

No, n... Yes!

Yeah, I did. Yeah, I saw the poor doctor again.

I wish I hadn't now.

Of course. You found the body.

Yeah. It was on a Monday.

Did Lockhart and Eldridge have a row?

- I never saw them. - No?

And what was Harry like?

- Dead straight. Devout. - Devout?

Yeah, he was a Catholic.

Religion was everything to him, see?

With Harry, right was right and wrong was wrong.

- Right? - Strict.

He was very good to me.

As I say he was honest, decent.

So you don't think he could have killed Lockhart?

Harry?

What a meat cleaver to the old fruit and nut?

I don't think so, mate.

They found an IOU in Harry's pocket.

For 500 quid.

Did they?

Dave Snow reckoned it looked like one of Danny Paye's.

- Who? - Danny Paye.

Villain out the East End.

Little big man in the '70s.

Danny Paye... Oh, yeah.

He fancied himself, he did.

Harry ever mention owing or being owed

a sum of money like that?

Not that I remember, no.

And I would remember that, wouldn't I?

I mean five ton was a fair old whack in those days.

Yeah. And it must have been a fair old whack to buy this gaff.

For a meat cutter.

Yeah, well, I've been a lucky boy, haven't I?

You know, with the gee-gees and the dogs.

Harry was cut up after he died.

Yeah.

Yeah, I read about that. Terrible.

Expertly.

Someone who knew what they were doing.

Yeah.

The Surrey cops said that as well.

Only they was younger than you and better turned-out.

Listen, I knew Harry Eldridge for nine years.

I liked him. He liked me.

Why would I slice and dice him, eh? Mm?

Go on. Get out.

Go on. On your way. Both of you.

Bar's closed.

Maybe he owed a lot of money.

Maybe we can ask Inspecteur Huguenot.

- Ah! Bonjour! Ça va? - Bonjour, Inspecteur.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Je suis an-bleedin'-glaise, all right?

We were just saying that if Harry's business was in trouble,

then maybe Harry was in trouble.

Bad debts.

Maybe someone was waiting

for Harry at the stall to punish him,

Lockhart's there as well

and ends up as collateral damage.

What, they kill 'em both, but only take Harry with them?

Who says Harry died there?

I use, how you say, the little gray cells?

Nah. Danny Paye wasn't that sort of operator.

We should be looking at where Vernon got all that dough from.

He had the keys to Harry's stall.

Now, I reckon he went back to the stall

thinking that Harry was busy with Lockhart,

then they turn up and find him with his hand in the till.

What, then Vernon went psycho, hangs Lockhart on a hook,

drives away with Harry dead or alive,

cuts him up, buries him,

and ambles back in on Monday as large as life without a qualm?

Danny Paye might have been small-time,

but he was big enough to make the front pages in March '77.

"Last night a mass brawl in Turk's Head Yard, Clerkenwell,

left four men injured, two seriously,

all now recovering in Bart's Hospital.

The men, all in their 30s and from the Poplar area,

include Daniel Paye,

an individual well known to the police.

The fight is believed to have started

over a territorial dispute between rival criminal gangs.

A police spokesman said no arrests had been made."

March '77.

That's less than three months after Lockhart dies

and Harry disappears.

Brian, we need to know more about Lockhart.

Was he a good doctor? Was he a bad doctor?

Was he friends with people he shouldn't have been?

I mean, who just starts gambling with three complete strangers?

Sandra, can I have a word, please?

- In my office? - Yeah, sure.

Surrey Police sent me a copy of the results of the DNA tests

on Harry Eldridge.

The lab found evidence

of three different bloods on his clothing.

Three?

Harry's, Dr. Lockhart's, and a third unknown person.

So that person could have killed both Harry and Lockhart.

Possibly. But it could also be yet another victim.

The point is that Surrey ran the third sample

through the National Criminal Database.

And while they didn't find an exact match,

it did flag up someone from the ACPO files

with a very similar genetic profile,

i.e. a direct and close relative.

Really? Who?

You.

Um, something to do with high incidence of STRs.

"Short tandem repeat polymorphisms

in the Y chromosome."

Apparently.

Now, I should stress that no one else knows about this,

nor will they.

But the fact remains

that someone closely related to you was present

when Harry, and possibly Lockhart, were murdered.

The DNA is a man's.

The similarities make it clear

that the genes you have in common are your father's.

I understand you're an only child?

Your father was never married before?

I'm sorry, but you'll understand why I have to ask this.

Is it possible...

Did your father ever mention another family?

No. No, he didn't.

- Morning. - You're late.

Yeah, I'm sorry. I had a bit of a difficult night.

Well, Danny's in a care home. How have the mighty fallen.

Daniel?

Daniel, some people here to see you.

Bugger off.

- Now, Daniel... - Not them. You.

Old Bill.

Very Old Bill.

Detective Superintendent Pullman, UCOS.

This is Jack Halford.

Happy Jack Halford. I heard you'd retired.

We're here about the death of Simon Lockhart.

December 1976. He was a doctor at Bart's.

Never heard of him.

Until last week,

everyone thought Harry Eldridge had killed him.

Oh, you've heard of him, then?

Oh, I've read about him.

Dug up in bits, close by the A3. That the one?

He had an IOU in his pocket. One of yours, apparently.

- Nah. - 500 quid?

That's a lot of nonrepayment.

What? Someone owes me a monkey, so I have 'em whacked?

You serious?

His business wasn't doing too well.

You were trying to make a name for yourself.

I was a name.

Not after March '77, you weren't.

Must have hurt, that kicking you got in Clerkenwell.

And just three months after Harry disappeared.

We're getting DNA off that IOU.

They can do that nowadays.

And if it's found to be yours...

It ain't!

Look, leave me alone. I'm an old man!

Unlike Lockhart.

I don't know nothing, and neither do you.

So leave me alone. Piss off!

He's a lying toad.

DNA off an IOU?

It was worth a try.

Didn't rise to it, though, did he?

Didn't seem very guilty, either.

No, sadly.

It's Gerry. He's got something on Vernon.

I'll tell you what... Why don't you go to the market

and see if we can get access to the old stall?

- I'll meet you there. - Right. See you later.

Okay, what is it?

Get this.

Vernon Murnaghan has a 7% stake in Eldridge Meats.

He's had the shares for years. He used to have more.

So?

Sandra, meat cutters buy

egg-and-bacon sarnies, not shares.

It might make Vernon unusual, Gerry,

but it doesn't make him psychotic.

Oh, come on.

How come he's loaded when his boss's business went belly up?

I don't know. Maybe he did win it all on the horses.

No. Nobody wins it all on the horses.

I should know.

Anyway I'm gonna do some more digging.

- Is that all right? - Knock yourself out.

Yes, if you do that tree...

Excuse me. I've got to deal with this lady.

Morning.

Have you got some news?

Not really, no. I, um...

I just need to clarify a few things.

We've spoken with Vernon Murnaghan,

who apparently has shares in the family business.

After my husband disappeared,

the family part was rather diluted.

I had to try and secure some more investment

in order to survive.

People in the market were kind enough

to put money into the business.

Vernon was one of the longer-term investors.

I hear it would have been a fair bit of money,

especially for somebody like Vernon who, presumably,

wouldn't have been paid that well.

I know. He used most of his savings.

He said it was the least he could do

after everything Harry had done for him.

Listen, Vernon, I'm sorry about yesterday.

We seem to have got off on the wrong foot.

Ah, it's water under the bridge.

You was only doing your job. It's all forgotten about.

See, I'm from a similar background to you,

and, well, I've got a lot of time for people like you

who pull themselves up...

To the extent that you even bought shares

in the business you used to work for.

Well, like I said, Harry was very good to me.

And when he left Julia in schtuck,

well, the least I could do was help her out a bit.

What, with money you won on the nags?

Yeah, that's right. Do you play?

Oh, no, not really. No.

Bugger me!

Beginner's luck.

I do play, really.

It was a lie. But not as big as yours.

Now, I've known professional gamblers

who couldn't afford a gaff like this.

So you'd better start leveling with me, Mouthful.

Where'd you get the money from?

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

You don't remember me, do you?

I was one of those mugs who bet with Danny Paye.

Danny Paye, who you ran errands for in the '70s.

Is it my shot yet?

There are a lot of people who ain't gonna be very impressed

that he had a man inside in the market

who had no loyalty to his workmates

but to a lowlife gangster

who wanted to muscle into Smithfield

and start a protection racket.

Ancient history, mate.

Is it?

- Not to Sid and Barry Lestade. - Eh?

Hi, Sid?

It's your cousin Gerry.

Yeah, do you remember Danny Paye?

That's right, yeah.

And do you remember how our dads were certain

that he had a man on the inside at the market?

And do you remember what you used to say

you were gonna do to him if you found out who it was?

That's right. In little tiny bits.

Well, I've got some news for you.

Just stop it! Pack it in, will you?!

Listen...

It was just the money, right?

I mean, I didn't do anything else.

Honest. It was just the money!

Hello again.

Aye, aye. Where's the scrote?

Otherwise engaged.

Mind if I ask you a couple of questions?

You two must have worked here a good few years now.

Oh, man and boy.

1976?

'76?

Oh, well, now, that's a long time ago.

- Danny Paye. - Who?

He was a bit of lowlife.

I say "was"... He's still around.

Well, just.

All right. What about March 1977?

Danny was in a spot of bother.

He got himself so badly beaten

he didn't leave hospital for a fortnight.

Turk's Head Yard. About 500 yards that way.

Hospital was Bart's. About 200 yards that way.

March?

I think we was both on holiday.

Skiing.

We're looking at a murder, in this place, of a doctor.

A man who dedicated his life to others, you know?

Well, I know I'd prefer being grilled

by that good-looking bird.

Can't you get her back here, eh?

Tell me, is it a family thing, this...

Not wanting to talk about Danny Paye?

I mean, what's the deal?

Well, you two, okay.

But why doesn't Gerry want to know about it?

Listen...

The truth is that Gerry's in deep trouble over this.

I mean, we're talking jail here, you understand?

And I'm trying to extract him.

The good-looking bird doesn't even know I'm here.

And neither does Gerry. So come on.

Let's have it.

Well, in the '70s, Gerry got into a bit of trouble.

Just the '70s?

No, a lot of trouble.

Gambling.

He had all his IOUs... They were bought up by a loan shark.

- Danny Paye. - Yeah. The same.

Well, Gerry couldn't pay him back,

so he ended up taking a doing.

They made a right mess of him.

Well, Gerry being a cop made the matter worse.

He was told that his debt would double

unless he could start coming up with info

that Danny Paye could use.

- Professionally. - Yeah, exactly.

Ah, Gerry, he didn't know what to do.

So he told his missus.

You know, his first wife.

She only goes and tells his old man.

Oh, blimey. Norman, he went bananas.

Norman's Gerry's father?

Yeah, our uncle. That's right.

Well, he was a real character, Uncle Norman.

Truth is, him and Gerry, they were a lot like each other.

Well, Norman, he couldn't care less

about the black sheep being in hock.

His own silly fault, he says.

But he's buggered if he's gonna let his son take a kicking

from a jumped-up, bullying little toe-rag like Danny Paye.

So Norman, our dad, Barry, me...

Well, we was handy. You know what I mean?

30 other blokes from the market.

We had a rendezvous with Danny Paye.

Him and a load of his guys from Poplar.

Whoa! It was a massacre!

Happy days.

When I found Lockhart hanging from that hook,

I knew Harry had done it.

Why?

Because Harry Eldridge was a nasty bastard

with a temper to match.

That's not what everyone else says.

Well, they wouldn't, would they? It's the market.

Tell 'em nothing. Especially the law.

But let me tell you something.

There were lot of people very happy to see the back of him.

Okay. So, what did you do then?

I checked out the safe and opened it.

You opened the safe? How?

Well, I knew the combination, didn't I?

I'd seen Harry do it enough times.

So you just helped yourself? How much?

- 12 grand. - Oh!

Listen, I helped Julia out with her problems, right,

and I put some of the cash back into the business.

No. You bought shares, and it wasn't even your bleedin' money!

Hold on. Hold on.

This all to do with gambling debts, isn't it?

How much did you owe Danny Paye?

I didn't.

That IOU we found in Harry's pocket was yours, wasn't it?

He bought that debt off of Danny,

the same way that Danny bought mine.

You owed Harry that 500 quid, didn't you?

Listen, everybody did.

It was dog-eat-dog.

Do you know what?

Sometimes I think I'm getting too old

for this kind of behavior.

But in your case, I'm gonna make an exception.

Oh!

That's him, Doctor.

Mr. Lane?

That's right.

And you are Dr. Carson?

Miranda Carson, nee Barnett.

1976. You shared a flat with Simon Lockhart.

Dr. Lockhart.

I'm sorry, but as you can see, I'm very busy.

Oh, that's all right, I shall wait.

No. It's out of the question.

It's all right. I'm from the police.

Unsolved crime.

Actually, I'm here about a mur...

Yes, yes. All right.

Come back at 1:00. I can see you then.

Come in.

Ah. They said I'd find you here.

Oh, hi.

Yeah. The Drudge Report.

I take it this is what your mother used to do.

The only women I've seen downstairs

are in the cash booths.

I don't think Germaine Greer sells big in Smithfield.

So, tell me,

who fronted the business after your father disappeared?

David Snow, I think, for a bit.

Vernon for awhile.

He did very well.

David Snow, Vernon Murnaghan.

Yeah. Worth their while.

They invested too.

Along with a fair few others downstairs.

Uh, Jim Peach. Colin Arthur.

- Lestades. - Sid and Barry?

Well, more their dad and his brother, really.

- Do you know them? - Indirectly.

So all these people put money in?

So will it be okay to go and have a look at the old stall?

Yeah.

I'll ring security, see if they'll let us in.

- Hello, Jean. - What do you want?

I'm here about Deirdre.

Look, no. I told you everything.

Deirdre's boy. The one my father brought to you.

Carl. Was that his name?

He was my father's son, wasn't he?

- I don't know. Please... - Yeah, you do know.

Was he my father's son?

Right.

You took him somewhere. You left him in some church.

Which one? Where?

- I can't remember. - Wrong answer!

Nothing to worry about.

Just make sure that you get an appointment with her GP

within the next week.

Thank you.

Can we make this brief?

I've got a special case conference at 2:00.

- Simon Lockhart. - What about him?

Well, it looks like the bloke

everyone thought might have killed him might not have done.

Harry Eldridge.

He turned up. Chopped up.

Oh, my God.

Exactly.

So you and Simon.

You shared a flat.

I rented a room in his flat.

Yeah, that's what you said at the time.

Said you hardly knew him.

I didn't.

Mrs. Carson, the person who cut up Harry Eldridge

was very good at it.

At dissection.

Like a doctor, say.

You don't honestly think I was involved.

1976.

You're 26. Lockhart's 35.

I honestly think you were lying to the police.

I honestly think you were his girlfriend.

All right, all right. Yes.

I was seeing him.

Thank you.

Why didn't you say that at the time?

I'd only just qualified.

I didn't want all that had happened to hang over me.

- It was very... - Inconvenient?

So. Simon. Tell me about him.

He was... charming.

Naughty but nice, as they say.

Naughty?

Well, he had his fair amount of scrapes.

Hopeless with money.

- Bit of a gambler? - That didn't help.

- So he could have owed money? - All over the place.

So, what did you mean when you said "scrapes"?

He'd been up before the hospital authorities a couple of times.

- What had he done? - Conduct unbecoming.

We were caught doing what we shouldn't.

The other time was more serious.

He told me that, just after he'd qualified,

he came into Bart's with a teenage girl

who was seriously ill after an illegal abortion.

Now, this was in 1966, pre the Abortion Act.

- And? - It was probably his girlfriend.

But by bringing her in, he helped save her life.

So in the end, the hospital just censured him.

It's all changed.

There was so much stuff being built back then.

Jean, that's St. Paul's. It survived the blitz.

I remember this.

Yeah, I-I think...

We're close.

It's... It's just 'round here.

I...

Yeah, that's it.

Yeah, I remember. That's the one.

Where?

Where did you leave him, Jean?

What did you say to him?

Uh, to stay there. That he'd be all right.

That someone would come take care of him.

- What did he say? - Nothing.

There was something wrong with him since his mum died.

He couldn't speak. It was some sort of shock thing.

So you... you left this small boy, who couldn't speak...

You just left him... You just... left him here?

And you never saw him or heard anything about him ever again?

- Can I go now? - Yes, I think you'd better.

Ah, I thought I heard someone.

- Are you all right? - Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Um, are you in charge?

I'm the vicar here, yes. Paul Rees.

Detective Superintendent Pullman.

Um, I'm trying to find out what happened

to a young boy who was left here, in this church,

some 35 years ago.

He was actually abandoned.

'Round about 1974.

Is there any way that you might know what happened to him?

Not personally.

But, yes, I recall my predecessor talking about it.

- Really? - Of course.

It was obviously very unusual.

The boy was disturbed, I think.

Yes.

Yes, he was. Yeah.

A parishioner found him.

She and Canon Parry took him to Bart's, to the hospital,

to have him looked at, checked over.

Is there any way that we could find out the exact date?

Possibly. I'd need to go and check the church records.

I'm terribly sorry.

- Don't worry. Go ahead. - Thank you.

Jack.

Where are you?

Brian and I are at the old stall at Smithfield.

Yeah, I'm... It's okay. I'm only 'round the corner.

- I'll be with you in a sec. - There's news.

Okay. I'm on my way.

Um, this...

This is my number.

If you do find out anything, could you give me a ring?

- Yes, I will. - Thank you.

This place is a deathtrap.

Oh, sorry. It's a figure of speech.

That's all right.

- Oh, hi. - Hi.

- Mind how you go. - Thank you. Thank you.

Well, this is it.

There's the rail and the hooks.

Do you remember this place?

Before my time.

Hang somebody up on a hook that high,

you'd have to be pretty strong.

And pretty mad.

Well, I've seen enough.

- Thanks very much. - Anytime.

Thank you.

You said there was news?

Dr. Lockhart gambled. A lot.

Owed money.

Who to? Danny Paye?

He was a bit of a one with the ladies, apparently.

And he also got into trouble with the hospital authorities.

He might have carried out an illegal abortion in '66.

None of this was in the file.

You?

Seems half the market helped Julia out

when Harry disappeared.

Vernon, Snow, and Gerry's family.

What is it?

1976, Gerry got into debt with Danny Paye.

Heavily. They worked him over.

And the seeing-to that Danny and Co. got

was payback from Gerry's dad and family.

Where is he?

Oh, hello again. What can I do you for?

A word.

Bit busy.

You'll be a lot less busy unless we have a word.

Now, I've heard that Harry Eldridge

wasn't quite the happy-go-lucky chappy we were led to believe.

Feel free to jump in.

He could be a bit tricky.

Tricky? As in violent?

How much did you owe him?

Not a lot.

250?

350.

- I didn't kill him! - No, of course not.

But you weren't exactly devastated

when somebody else did.

Oi, Snowy.

All right. What have I done now?

You didn't tell me about you and Danny Paye, your former bookie.

What was the general idea?

That somehow we'd get through this investigation

without me ever finding out?

You cannot be that stupid.

I didn't say anything because I knew Danny Paye,

and I knew this wasn't his style.

Oh, right, he just tended to break a few bones

rather than chop 'em up with a meat cleaver.

He had nothing to do with it.

- And I did not lie. - You didn't tell the truth.

Well, I'm sorry we can't all be

perfect coppers like you, can we?

I mean, you've never held anything back, have you?

No, I haven't! Not from each other.

Not when it's vital to the case, Gerry.

This isn't vital!

Right. Fine. I've got news for you.

Lockhart liked a little flutter. And guess what.

Just like you, he was crap at it.

And he was deep in debt. Just like you.

Really?

Okay, so tell me, what has this got to do with Vernon Murnaghan

nicking 12 grand out of Eldridge's safe, eh?

Dave! Dave! Come here.

Tell her about Eldridge.

Go on.

I owed Harry money.

A few of the market people did.

Yeah. Him, 350. Vernon, 500.

Danny Paye wasn't the only shark in the market.

What about the Lestades? Did they owe Harry money?

I doubt it. Especially not Norman.

Why'd he help Julia out, then?

You can go away now.

My people are straight. Dead straight.

Well, something isn't. So tomorrow you need to ask 'em.

And Jack will go with you.

We're missing a trick here.

Doc Lockhart's supposed to have just joined this game of spoof,

and then, bang, he's murdered and hung up on a hook?

But as Danny Paye says,

you don't kill someone who owes you money.

You do what he did to Gerry.

Yeah, well, thanks for the memory.

No, Lockhart's death's about something else.

He knew something. Or somebody.

He didn't. Everyone says.

Yeah, I know what everyone says.

But there's a lot of what everyone says in this case

turns out to be only the half of it.

Bart's is, what, 300 yards from the market.

Lockhart's in A&E.

He must have treated any number of people from 'round there.

Hello?

Good morning. It's Paul Rees.

From Saint Bartholomew's.

Oh, hi.

I tried ringing you last night.

Yeah, sorry. I-I turned it off.

Well, the good news is I've found what you're looking for.

It's a sort of diary.

I've got it with me here at the church.

Okay, right. I'll be right there.

Thanks very much. Bye.

Look, this is just unfair.

I know. I'm really sorry.

I thought you might do me a favor.

A favor?

We need to try and find out

who Simon Lockhart might have seen at work.

Leading up to when he died.

Well, you could find out much quicker than I could.

Are you saying you want me to trawl through hospital records?

I have a list of names.

There's only about four or five.

You didn't help us 33 years ago. You could do now.

You'd only need to look back about 12, 18 months.

Up to December 1976.

Go on.

See if he treated any of that lot.

You could get your secretary to do it.

She's very good.

I don't know what I'm gonna say to 'em.

- Want me to do it? - No, no.

Morning, boys.

Bleedin' hell. Ain't you got no home to go to?

Don't see you for months on end,

now I'm sick of the sight of you.

So it worked out all right in the end, then, eh?

You're not in trouble anymore? Eh?

Oh, your mate here said you was in the shit

if we didn't let on about you and Danny Paye.

He said you were, well, looking at doing time.

What have you been telling them?

No, he lied, you muppet.

It's true.

Anyway, the bad news is

we've got to pump you for more info about my old man.

What about him?

Well, we know that he put money into Eldridge's business

after Harry disappeared.

But what we don't know is whether he owed Harry any money.

Norman? Don't be daft.

So why'd he do it?

Well, he was fond of her, weren't he?

Julia. Had a soft spot for her.

What, he fancied her?

Oi. Oi. That's out of order.

I've seen her. She's a good-looking woman.

Cut it out. Both of you.

Listen, this is my dad we're talking about, and he's dead.

Yeah, and I'm telling you... Julia was on her uppers.

She needed help.

Single woman. A boy who'd lost his dad all of a sudden.

She couldn't cope.

And the boy, whoa. He was in a right state.

Now, your dad forked out

so that Julia could send him to a special school

while she tried to keep the business going.

What, out of the goodness of his heart?

Did Norman like Harry Eldridge?

Yeah. Course he did. Everybody did.

That's what everybody said 30 years ago.

Not what they're saying now.

Look, this is my old man. Just tell us the truth.

- Hello. - Hello.

Thank you for calling me.

I uh, I had to root around a bit.

The actual date fell right at the end of the book,

so it took a bit of time.

The good news is, Canon Parry added a note

subsequent to the entry he made on the day.

He obviously took a keen interest

in what happened to the boy.

May 8, 1974.

You'll see he writes that when the boy was found,

he seemed unable to speak.

The interesting thing is this note

which Canon Parry obviously made some time later.

He writes that there was a refreshingly happy outcome

to this story.

It appears that the woman who found him...

Canon Parry suggests because the husband

had a fair amount of influence...

Was eventually allowed to adopt the boy.

By this time, he was beginning to talk again.

This... This is the woman who found him?

Julia Eldridge.

Do you know the name?

Didn't take long, did it?

Yes. Well, all the records have been put on computer now.

None of these people is down as having been treated by Simon.

But there is someone related to one of them.

Harry Eldridge's wife, apparently.

Julia Eldridge?

Do you know why she came in?

Facial injuries. Fractured cheekbone.

That was about six weeks before Simon died.

She'd also been in a month before too.

No fractures but badly bruised.

I've written it all down there for you.

May I go now?

- Yeah. Yes, of course. - Thank you.

Oh, I wonder...

I couldn't use your telephone, could I?

- But how did my dad know? - Just by chance.

He was standing the other side of the roundabout

when Julia came out of Bart's with her face all bound up.

He...

He always liked her.

So he goes up to her and asked her what happened.

- She told him? - Nah.

She said she'd fallen down the stairs.

- Norman knew it was bull. - Why?

Because he knew Harry Eldridge.

Knew what he was like.

Go on.

Your old man comes back to the market and goes up to see Harry.

Told him, "If you lay a finger on Julia again..."

He'd kill him.

Jack Halford.

It's me... Brian. Listen, we have to find Sandra.

- Julia Eldridge... - Yes. We know.

Thank you.

You look very serious.

Some time ago, I worked on a case

involving a small boy who ended up disappearing.

In fact he was, um...

He was abandoned in Saint Bart's Church in 1974.

I only discovered today that you were the person who found him.

My God.

I understand that, eventually, he was adopted by you.

Yes, he was.

Julia, I need to know what happened to him.

- What do you mean? - What happened to him?

It was...

Uh, he was Tom.

Tom.

- You changed his name. - Well, he didn't have a name.

He was so traumatized, he didn't speak.

No one could discover what he was called, and, uh...

So we called him Tom.

Julia, we found quite a lot of blood on Harry's clothes.

Some of it was Lockhart's. Most of it was Harry's.

But we also found another person's blood, so...

I need you to explain why Tom's blood was on Harry's clothes.

Well, I don't know how it...

How... how Tom's blood could be on Harry's clothes.

It's not possible.

Do you know, so far everyone I've spoken to

connected with this case has lied to me.

And actually I've had enough.

So could you just tell me the truth, please?

Tom's blood is on Harry's clothes because he was there.

He was here when Harry died.

When I was 17, I got pregnant by a young doctor.

He asked me to have an abortion. It was still illegal then.

- And he messed it up. - Lockhart.

He got me into Bart's, and they...

They managed to sort it out, but...

I never saw him again... Not till 10 years later.

That was after you adopted Tom?

Harry and I couldn't have children.

So he was very happy when we found Tom.

He thought it was divine intervention.

We loved him.

I loved him so much.

But Tom had problems.

He needed special help, and Harry ended up

seeing him not so much as a blessing, as a curse.

And then he started to take it out on me.

How?

He used to hit me.

And that's how I came across Lockhart again.

In Bart's. In A&E.

He found out about Harry, who he was.

He was... bankrupt.

And he said that if I didn't give him money,

he would go to Harry... Harry, the devout Catholic...

And tell him that the reason we were childless

was because I'd had an abortion.

What did you do?

I said no.

But Lockhart was as good as his word.

And he, that Saturday,

came and he found Harry and told him,

and Harry killed him.

And then Harry came home, and he tried to kill me.

And Tom was there?

In the kitchen.

Harry grabbed a knife.

He came towards me, and Tom tried to stop him.

He was crying and screaming and...

And we struggled with...

And then...

we fell down.

He just lay there.

And then blood started to come out of his mouth.

Tom was in shock.

Harry...

- Harry fell on the knife? - Yes.

We sort of had hold of each other,

and then we tripped and fell.

All of us in a pile.

Harry's arm was sort of like this.

And the knife went up into his back.

Up into his back?

Yes.

That's not how it happened, Julia.

That's... That's not how it happened.

It was Tom, wasn't it?

Oh, Tom, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

He's my brother.

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

Oh, Tom.

That's my brother.

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