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Kick him. Ah, yes, my beauty. Come on the "4" horse.

Go! Go!

Go for it! Move!

Now! Go!

Oh! Arse!

Hello, clarky.

Hey, watch this!

Scruffy.

Up.

New goalie for the fc. She'll go mental. She won't see it like this.

We'll tidy it up before she gets back. This afternoon?

She's back this afternoon. No, Friday. She's still in Italy.

Yeah, look! It says, "I'm back 12th of the 8th."

At... She lands at 12 on the 8th.

She'll be on her way in by now.

Uh-oh!

♪ It's all right, it's ok

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

♪ it's all right, I say it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right, I'm doing fine

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

♪ it's all right, I say it's ok

♪ we're getting to the end of the day

♪ high-tech, low-tech, take your pick

♪ you can't teach an old dog brand-new tricks... ♪

oi, oi, leave it alone!

♪ ..I don't care what anybody says... ♪

Sandra, welcome back! What's that smell? Ylang-ylang.

Aromatic oil. Growling

Oh! You're not going to shoot him, are you?

For you to read.

What's in those bags? What is it? 17-year-old. Killed himself.

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

Wha-a! Ah!

According to his father, Ken Roger hanged himself in 1982

because the police were looking to fit him up with the murder of a ten-year-old boy, Jimmy Spencer.

Did they charge him? No.

Anyone else ever charged with the murder? No.

Any new information on the killing?

No.

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

On a golf course. It was part buried in a newly dug drainage ditch.

Are you going to eat that? No, I'm going to wear it as a hat. You are what you eat.

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

Is that roquefort? Yeah. This led the enquiry team to certain members of the Wellesley park golf club.

There was a Greens committee meeting on the same day, and a competition.

Then they found out about Ken Roger.

He had a warning for flashing. There were no signs of a sexual assault.

Still first choice as a motive. Why else kill a child?

Knew something... Saw something... Had something.

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

My dad was convinced I should have played centre-half for england. Just see him. That's all we're saying.

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

Re-examining Jimmy's murder would result in many other lives being thrown into turmoil, not just yours.

I've spent 20 years in turmoil.

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

I want my boy's name cleared. If it was up to me... But it's superintendent Pullman's decision.

Kenny couldn't account for his whereabouts when Spencer was killed. He was at home. No-one saw him.

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

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

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

Well, it's all bloody...

Well, that's...

Well, that's a load of lies.

No-one knew about that until after Spencer was killed.

Within a fortnight, Kenny was dead and after the funeral I got the bullet.

They sacked you? 18 years... Head green-keeper.

Tell the superintendent about Kenny's golf.

If I was to say to you, he played off scratch when he was 14,

well, you get the idea.

Good. Very good.

A lock of Kenny's hair.

His mother cut it off him when he was four,

a month before she died, so as it could be buried with her.

This one's to be buried with me.

Can we borrow it?

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

Ok.

But I need it back.

Derek, what if, after all this time, we prove to you that Kenny did kill Jimmy Spencer?

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

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

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

He has no-one, does he? No.

Scruffy, come on.

Come on. It's all right.

Scruffy! Come on, mate. Here you go.

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

It's a dog, not a bloody monkey.

Come on, scruffy. Suit yourself.

Come on. It's all right, the nasty woman's gone.

Are we interrupting something? Ow!

Don, how lovely to see you. James Spencer.

It's still on file. Technically an open case.

A long time ago. The officer in charge was Paul Thompson. Good di.

Paul Thompson, yeah. Dci. Murder squad, 1980, 1985.

Made superintendent.

Yeah, transferred to serious crime squad, '85, '89.

Chief superintendent 1990, till he retired in '94.

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

Growling

woof! Huh-hmm.

He's on medication.

Its former high profile makes me keen to finally close this case.

Particularly given that there was never any specific evidence against Ken Roger. Ok...

As long as you conduct your enquiries with discretion.

Bloody hell! Do they have a tradesmen's entrance?

Jack!

Sorry to disturb you, gentlemen. I'm looking for a mr pimley. Which one? There's two.

Stewart, the manager. You want the lobby. Jack, where were you?

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

I'm a police officer. And I'm the president, but if I wore a skirt I'd still be forbidden in this area.

A police officer re-investigating a murder. I'm sorry, this is my fault.

Is there a problem?

Stewart pimley, general manager.

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

Come on.

We'd like to speak to everyone who was questioned during the original investigation. 20 years ago.

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

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

This is a famous club, it's important its reputation doesn't suffer.

We only need to talk to the seniors and the Greens committee members.

My father was on that committee, and he's dead. Most of the seniors are probably dead. We don't ask lightly.

It is the murder of a child. We'll be very discreet.

I was responsible for the setting up of so43.

The special auxiliary department for discreet questioning at new Scotland yard.

Special auxiliary department for discreet questioning?

Sad-dic. Very hush, hush. Very successful.

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

What did she do? She went a funny colour. White or red?

Puce, I think you'd call it.

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

I know clubs where they draw a line down the middle of the bar. Why?

Women are not allowed to cross it. ..No, seriously.

Clubs like Wellesley park would lay a mine to keep them out. But why?

Why would you want to exclude women?

God knows, I like women but... Haven't you ever wanted to be with just... men?

Not since I joined the police.

So, where is she now? Town. I dropped her off.

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

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

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

I'd rather be a police officer any day of the week... sorry? A what?

Police. I'm a detective superintendent.

Oh. Whistle blows

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

I'm a cop.

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

Stanley. Whitby, Yorkshire. God's country.

And though the bodywork's rusty and the chassis is in need of repair,

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

Do you have any interests, brindsley? Horses.

Big horses. Strong, muscular... Covered in sweat.

So, what about you? What do you do? Um, I work in local government.

Right.

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

Morning. Morning. Morning.

Brian not in?

Right, listen. I've sent Spencer's clothes and effects to the acpo labs... Along with Ken Roger's hair.

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

and copies of all the press reports on the case at the time.

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

I've detailed ever golf course killing since 1950.17.

Well, it's a very frustrating game. How did you get on, Gerry? What?

Paul Thompson? The guy who led the original murder enquiry.

No help whatsoever. Why? Because he's dead. He had a stroke last Friday.

I checked every force in britain via the Holmes computer.

Spencer's murder was unusual. Four golf-course killings were children,

but the other three all had a sexual element.

And the only boy was Darrell tovey.

Steer park, April 1990.

You weren't in the murder squad in 1990.

We were brought in to offer specialist aid and advice. We?

Paedophile unit. As I remember, it worked.

Stewart pimley called from the golf club. They can see you at lunchtime.

You could have a word with Thompson' deputy. Better get my skates on, eh? Before they Bury him, an' all.

Unlikely, he only retired last year.

48.

Chief superintendent. Oh, great.

Another smart arse, fast-track.

All right, all right. What's his name? Loveless. Diane loveless.

Thanks very much... Morning.

Gerry standing.

Thanks for agreeing to see me. The Gerry standing.

Well, this is impressive, isn't it?

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

I retired and the bank sought me out.

In 12 months I've cut card fraud losses by 40%.

They like that. So they should.

James Spencer? Yeah, do you remember it? It was a child killing. Have you ever worked one?

Then you know.

You interviewed Kenny Roger.

What made you think he did it? I didn't. Yeah, but the case file...

Nine times out of ten, a file like that exists to justify the closing of an investigation. A result.

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

But you did? I thought forensics were inconclusive.

The body was dragged, not lifted.

Only part buried.

That suggested to me the killer wasn't very strong. Might even have been interrupted.

We had to interview Ken Roger because of his flasher history,

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

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

I didn't sense any tendency to violence.

Not the outbursts of temper the killer must have had. Did you tell Thompson this?

Not as much as I should have, no.

Why not? Thompson of the yard!

A 26-year-old female di.

Have you any idea what it was like for a woman then? We're talking 1982.

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

I wanted to get on...

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

Sometimes... you may not like.

But, basically...

You think what we're doing is worthwhile? Oh, yes.

Well, we're hoping to mount a closer forensic re-examination.

That can only help...

Can't it?

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

Ian Gordon and Fred donaldson, the surviving Greens committee members.

Ex-chief superintendent Jack halford. Now officially retired.

Fred's a retired solicitor, so he's going to sit in on Ian's interview. Is it all right if my colleague...?

It's fine. This part of the club isn't restricted.

PC Clark.

Ex-detective inspector Brian Lane.

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

James Spencer?

Truth be told he was rather an unpleasant little child.

You know the sort? Not really.

Irritating. Running round the place shouting.

Getting on people's nerves. Bullying younger kids. No-one would say it, of course.

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

Beg pardon, figure of speech.

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

So, what about Ken Roger? Best young bloody golfer I've ever seen.

Won the tyro cup.

Under 18s - big thing in club golf.

No Wellesley park boy ever got close till Ken Roger won it in 1980, by six shots.

Aged 15... Wow.

Ordinarily, yes, worship the tee he drove off, but he liked playing practical jokes.

That's why the Greens committee met the morning Spencer died. You all met here?

In this room.

Gordon, Andy pimley, myself,

to discuss Ken Roger's suspension from the club. Why?

Oh, his latest stunt - moving the tees, some bloody nonsense.

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

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

I thought, "what a waste.

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

So, you did think he'd done it?

He hanged himself.

So, I look at these other women, and then I look round the room,

then back at this man with his three ex-wives, and I think, "I'm divorced, with a series of..."

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

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

Personally or professionally? You choose.

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

Are you?

Yeah.

Jimmy Spencer - everyone liked him?

What a very silly question.

It was James, not Jimmy.

Nobody except the press ever called him that. You knew him? Parents were members.

Wonderful people.

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

Ken Roger, where was he found?

At oak tree, by the 16th tee.

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

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

Who found him? His father.

Derek Roger found his son's body? Yes.

It was a very unsatisfactory conclusion to events.

In the sense that the perpetrator rather evaded proper justice.

Thank you, mr Gordon.

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

what was Andrew pimley like?

Major Andy pimley, Scots guards. Died in the falklands.

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

Hi, I'm Dave pimley. I'm Stewart's brother. Pleased to meet you.

You both work at Wellesley park?

Dave is the club professional. What did you want to know about our dad?

You remember him? Yes, a little. What was he like? He was a wonderful and loving father.

Decent... loyal... courageous.

A good friend, then? Great friend.

I presume he knew the dead boy's parents? Very well.

Did he like them? Probably. He was a man who, once you knew him...

My father got on with everyone.

And because of the kind of man he was, everyone liked him. You're talking as though he were a suspect.

No. Simply, a boy was murdered and your father was here at the time.

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

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

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

but with a lot more influence, if you, er... Follow my drift.

Tread softly... For you tread on their dad.

They're the same. No, she's wrapped the insides up as well. ..Hold on, this one's nearly open.

Forensic report. Saliva on James Spencer's clothes, front and back,

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

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

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

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

Ken Roger. Innocent.

Diane had her doubts at the time.

Really?

They don't figure on file. The '80s.

Beautiful woman in a man's world, canteen culture, glass ceiling.

You slept with her, didn't you?

Yeah.

You disgust me.

We never discussed you at all. Jack!

Diane loveless... Does she still have that tattoo of a killer whale on her bum?

I thought it was a shark.

I knew it.

I always knew it.

My boy never hurt anybody.

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

So are we.

I'm... i'm... I'm being moved out.

I can't look after myself any more.

Any chance you'll find who really did it?

A chance.

There you go. Jack got them. Ta. Cheers.

Ok, motive? We don't know.

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

Suspects? The seniors competition.

All the geriatrics on the course. Makes sense of the killer dragging the body - too weak to carry it.

They play in groups of four! Unless you think one of them took time out from golf to batter a boy to death.

No, until Ken Roger, the murder team was looking at the Greens committee, because they were all at the club.

Diane said the same thing. Yeah, 20 years too late.

Why were all these people being so protective about a dead hero? A man who needs no protection.

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

He knew something?

Saw something? Had something? I wish we had.

DNA, we've got that. Stick it to them.

The committee, test them. They're not going to buy into that. Fine. If they refuse, you ask why. But...

No, no, look. It only takes one to agree, and the rest will have to think of reasons why they won't.

It's a fair point, but we'd better speak to Spencer's parents -

let them know that we're starting again from scratch.

Oh!

Bit of nut stuck under me plate. Do you ever get that?

Bloody painful. Phone rings

you haven't got one.

Phone still ringing

hello.

Hi... What? No, no, no,

you wait... I've got to go. They can communicate over vast distances.

What? Killer whales.

Hi. Diane loveless.

Sandra Pullman. Diane.

I, er, found my original notebooks.

Thought they might help. Thank you.

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

Yeah, they'll be great, yeah.

We'd better hurry. I hear you had doubts about Ken Roger's guilt,

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

I didn't find it particularly intimidating. Fast-tracked, were you? Mmm.

Well, I wasn't. But then, in my 28 years, I never shot any dogs either.

Both men hum the "jaws" theme

Mr Spencer? Yes.

I'm detective superintendent Sandra Pullman. This is Jack halford.

We're from the unsolved crime and open case squad.

It's about your son, James.

Even after all this time, I want to say how sorry I am for your loss.

I know what it means to lose someone close through an act of violence,

but I promise you we'll do everything in our power to find out the truth about who killed your son.

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

It does seem rather extraordinary to me that, after 20 years,

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

The phone hasn't stopped.

Phone rings

Hello. Yes.

Yes, ok, I'll ask.

There's a journalist outside.

They want to know if you'll speak to him. TV or print?

Does it matter? Course it matters. Will you speak to him?

Why? Why should I? It's important.

We need a positive interface with representatives... bollocks.

Hello. I'm sorry.

Unfortunately we won't be able to facilitate that particular request in the current timeframe.

Yes, that means no.

Ok, thanks. Bye. Has he gone? No.

Anything else you want, just give us a call.

Yeah, I will. Yeah.

See ya later...

..Tiger.

Yeah, I'll see you.

Ron protheroe, evening standard.

I'm looking to speak to someone from the ucos team.

Escuse?

I come ask make home. Come Albania.

This is the police, yes? Come ask claim, for asylum.

Is that journalist still there? Yeah. What did you tell him?

Good god, you look terrible.

What happened? Something I ate.

Ah, right. Seafood.

Have you seen this?

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

"because he gave his life for his country - it's despicable.

"Even more so when one discovers that some of those involved

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

She... the widow of a war hero!

Somebody at the golf club leaked the story. We've an idea who, but...

But not the stuff about former officers.

Who's dishing the dirt on us? I've no idea, but I'll tell you this.

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

If you don't find out who killed that boy, you, me and ucos are yesterday's news.

I thought I had explained about this bar.

What did you hope to achieve? It wasn't him. It was me.

If this club is to be subjected to mass media intrusion and speculation again, because of you,

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

I try and minimise stress and anxiety in any inquiry of this kind.

Well, then, you've failed. Our mother is upset. I was talking about the family of the victim.

The cause of the Spencer's grief is this ludicrous investigation,

for it's common knowledge that Ken Roger did it. Common, in what sense?

As of yesterday, we know that DNA found on James's clothes

doesn't match that of either Ken or Derek Roger.

Ken Roger didn't do it? No.

We have to reappraise our approach,

so it would help if you and mr donaldson would come to the station and allow us to take DNA samples.

Oh, and either of you, of course. Me? What?

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

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

He'd been arrested for murder.

Warned for indecent exposure.

He knew he'd be thrown out of the club, which would destroy his chances of becoming a pro golfer.

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

I'm sorry.

No.

Ken Roger was innocent,

and nobody except his father stood up for him.

Now, after 20 years,

isn't it about time that somebody in this place did the right thing?

I don't think you should lecture my family about right and wrong.

How long does it take? A few moments. Dave, it's not necessary.

No, Stewart. It is.

Weird, isn't it?

Interaction between chemicals and the body. Bridge to the past via a few drops of spit.

You won't remember Spencer being killed. No, I do. My parents were talking about it. Everyone was.

All shocked that something like that could happen where they lived.

I was told this test is a one-off.

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

They're destroyed. High court ruling.

They're not allowed to keep them,

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

Bloody better be. Oh, I never argue with solicitors.

But they can't be used for any other purpose. Mr donaldson - spot on.

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

What time of the day do you normally start drinking?

What if the results come back negative?

Don't speculate. It's pointless.

How do you cope, Jack? Alone?

Alcohol, solvent abuse, mind-bending drugs.

What's the attraction?

You can hit 20, 30 balls and might only hit one good one.

But that good one is as good as Tiger Woods.

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

Endless, like... Knitting.

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

No-one copes.

I've got to go.

Night.

A child murdered with one of these.

Sex is out, so what are we looking at?

Provocation? Intimidation?

Revenge?

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

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

Museum? That's what mr halford said. Er...

Esther says, dinner, tonight?

How are you fixed? Yeah, I'm ok. Yeah. Clarky?

Me? Well, don't get excited. She said everyone in the office.

Yeah?

Yeah. Yeah, that's fine. I'll ring you later.

Look, maybe you misheard him. Maybe he said "you see 'em".

See what? Maybe it was lyceum.

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

Phone rings ucos.

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

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

God, it's like having children. Mr bevan.

Sir.

No, we...

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

Bye.

Major pimley's widow is very unhappy.

Why are you persecuting the memory of my husband?

I assure you, mrs pimley, we're not. Then why have you decided to take a sample of my son's DNA?

He and the others offered it willingly.

I want a copy of those results.

I'm afraid we can't do that. The test was on your son. To find out about my husband.

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

Yeah, doing the right thing.

David is a very gifted golfer.

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

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

I assure you that our labs and technicians are among the best in the country.

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

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

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

Even though this wasn't my case,

I can't help but feel guilty, and ashamed.

And it's those feelings that are driving me

to try and right the injustices done in this case.

To all the victims.

You're going to break those. I thought you'd gone. Dry cleaners.

Which one do you think for dinner tonight? Kenzo, Armani,

or... kenzo?

Did these fall off the back of a lorry? No.

How can you afford suits like that? I save up. Is that one a bit dull?

Dull?

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

You could wear a string vest and...

Ah, Brian, I was just talking about tonight. Is it all right if I bring a bottle of wine?

You know, with you not drinking? Of course.

Armani? Now, that's a nice suit.

Milk?

Cheese? Eggs? Yes.

Caviar? No. Why not? He's a vegetarian. It's fish.

It's not. It's fish eggs. You eat hen's eggs, what's the difference?

They kill the fish. There's another outside.

Your shoes - are they leather? Uh-huh.

A-ha! They have to kill the cow.

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

I can only be sure when he's here. That he's sticking to his medication.

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

More rational? Lucid?

Um. Well. Not exactly. No, Esther. He's not.

Oh, thank heavens for that.

I've been so worried, I can't tell you. Thank you. Thank you.

More wine.

Thank you.

No, no, no - you sit there.

I'll do it. Thank you.

So, where were you today? Guards museum. Guards museum!

Ah. James Spencer, killed march the 12th.

Ken Roger, hanged march 26th.

Argentina invaded the falklands... April 2nd, 1982.

The British taskforce set sail to recapture the falklands on April the 5th.

Major pimley died on mount tumbledown, June the 12th.

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

This is from the citation for his military cross.

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

"major pimley twice succeeded in rescuing wounded members of his battalion.

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

I thought speculation was pointless. It isn't speculation, it's an Avenue of enquiry.

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

Maybe she's upset because she knows that he was... guilty? Suicidal.

The body was dragged to the ditch, right? Pimley could have lifted up a ten-year-old with one hand.

And it was only partially buried. Why? Maybe he was disturbed.

Bonkers? Interrupted.

It means that the killer wasn't very strong. Oh, you mean like a woman?

You're saying mrs pimley is worried

that she's incriminated through the mitochondrial line of the DNA sample? Yeah.

Nice theory. One problem. DNA's a man's.

Oh, yeah, course it is. Yeah.

Oh, no! That bloody dog!

About time. Aah!

Sorry, Gerry. Cass, it's you. Didn't mean to scare you.

I thought you were someone else. I did ring. Had to turn my phone off, didn't I?

Come in, mate.

There you go. Cheers.

So, who's your stalker?

Ex-job. Left last year. Diane loveless.

What? Old fish bum?

I did what you said.

Got hold of the DNA results, ran them through the database. Yeah?

Nothing. Well, not on the Spencer killing.

But you were right, we did get a match. What, on something else?

12 years ago, one of the guys you're looking at

raped and indecently assaulted three women in hammersmith. O-Oh!

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

Unless you get another sample.

Are you all right? Yeah!

Yeah, I'm fine.

Aren't I? Yeah.

Really? Definitely.

Thanks, darling.

Sorry. Steady the buffs. Yeah, I will, yeah.

Listen, Fred, you don't think me working on the Spencer thing's going to bugger it up, do you?

Well, you're not a policeman. No.

And more to the point, my name's on the application. It's a done deal.

You're a star, a gentleman. Cheers.

Thanks very much.

Be seeing you. Absolutely.

Target mobile. Should be visible to you in about a minute.

You all right?

Pissed.

Police car's siren

Nice one, Gerry.

Listen, why don't we...? Gerry snores

door slams mr bevan. Don, any joy with the met muck-rakers?

On Saturday, acting on a tip-off,

traffic arrested donaldson for drink-driving outside the golf club.

After failing a subsequent blood test, donaldson asked that his good friend,

ex-detective Gerry standing, be informed so that he could, quote, sort it out.

This morning, donaldson was charged with rapes

that took place in the hammersmith area 12 years ago.

The arresting officer was a di Terry Cassidy of the serious crime group.

Formerly of the paedophile unit.

You must think you're pretty cute.

Not compared to you.

This is not how the metropolitan police obtains results. Understand?

Oh, it is a result, then?

He did do it? You count yourself lucky I'm no longer your guv'nor.

Every single bleeding day.

Your turn.

Di Cassidy?

Have you spoken to him since? Mm-hmm.

How was donaldson when he was charged? Meek, like a lamb. Didn't say a word.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hammersmith, what, '92, rape?

Catalina De soto, 18 years old, Spanish, here on holiday.

One of yours.

Don't look too pleased.

It doesn't help us with the Spencer case.

Clark, what are you doing? Looking at the test results. The profiles.

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

It's very interesting, have a look.

These two.

See?

The boy's a genius.

Thanks.

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

At least you can take comfort in knowing that advances in criminology

can have such a positive effect. I don't appreciate sarcasm. I was being serious.

Let me put your mind at rest, mrs pimley.

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

Of course it didn't.

Don't try and mollify me, pretending you acted out of concern for my husband's memory.

Please, we understand your wish to protect his reputation.

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

Especially the y chromosome, ie those characteristics

that your son will have inherited via the male strand of his DNA from his biological father.

And what we found was that this aspect of David's sample

was the same as this other sample.

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

Oh, god.

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

Well, the fact is that any DNA sample taken from your youngest boy

is useless for the purposes of eliminating your husband from our enquiries.

Did he know the truth about David?

No.

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

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

Never.

My husband was a wonderful man.

Far better person than I'll ever be.

We need another DNA sample.

From a reliable source.

Is Stewart really your husband's son?

Yes.

Thank you.

Ever since you set foot in this club you have caused nothing but pain.

Fred donaldson is a decent man.

Oh, I see, so it's ok for some silly cow to accuse Ken Roger of flashing,

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

I have known him for 40 years, and one thing I do know about him...

Mr Gordon, if what you knew about donaldson was dynamite, it wouldn't blow your balls off.

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

David pimley? Don't tell us you don't know you're his father.

Of course I know.

I've always known.

Adultery, rape, murder - what sort of club is this? Now...!

Stewart. Is this about Fred donaldson?

No, it's about James Spencer.

Whilst we've eliminated all the former committee members...

Including my father.

We'd like a sample of your DNA just to make absolutely sure.

My brother gave a sample. Which goes 50% of the way in proving your father's innocence.

But with your DNA we can be categoric. That's bollocks.

I know enough to know that if you've got Dave's, you don't need mine.

Stewart, they have assured me this will be the end of the matter. Absolutely not.

I'm surprised at you. You let my father's name be dragged in the mud,

now the club's. That's unfair. No. Unfair is seeing my mother in tears.

Unfair is watching you lot waste time clutching at straws.

You have my brother's DNA - that's all you need. We need yours,

because your father wasn't David's father.

You're a liar.

We don't take any pleasure in telling you this. You're a liar.

Ask your mum. Or better still, David's dad.

You bastard! I don't think you're in any position to tell anybody who's a bastard or not. Liar!

Why, mr pimley,

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

March 1982.

You were only 12, yeah?

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

Did you speak to him?

Did he speak to you? Yes. What did he say?

Was it about your brother?

Did it amount to the thing I said?

Or was it that particular word? Bastard.

So you knew what that word meant?

He said it to me the day before,

in the games room.

Next day he saw me on the course.

He came up and said it again, deliberately.

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

He said...

His mother had called my mother a whore,

and that Dave was a bastard.

Not my brother,

but a bastard.

What did you do?

I used my driver.

Bigger sweet spot.

You hit him with a golf club?

What did you do afterwards?

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

Covered him up with earth, but it took too long. I just went home.

My father was there.

And? I told him. I always told him everything.

I told him what James said about David. What his parents said.

And what I'd done. What did he say?

He told me to take a bath.

Said not to worry, but not to tell anyone, including my mother and brother.

And I never did.

And what about the club you used to kill James?

What happened to that?

Never saw it again.

My father might have taken it with him to the falklands.

Chucked it overboard on the way. What do you think?

Did you every talk to your father about it again? About what you'd done? No.

But he changed when Ken Roger hanged himself.

How? He stopped.

He stopped doing anything.

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

When he did come home, he hardly said anything.

Next thing, we knew he was gone.

Falklands.

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

How do you think?

It was terrible. It ruined my game.

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

I could have been a professional!

I would have made it as well - I was actually much better than Dave.

Really?

A child.

They never thought it might be a child.

Never even crossed their minds.

20 years on, it didn't cross ours either. Yeah, but it's like you said, isn't it?

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

Said something. Good work.

Thank you, sir.

Phone rings oh, sorry. Excuse me.

By the way, Don, are you getting anywhere? Tracked down any of the dissenting voices? Ongoing.

Gift from the guv'nor -

for a job well done.

Nice uniform.

Derek Roger.

Did you tell him?

He died. 3 o'clock this afternoon.

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

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

♪ it's all right, I say it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

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

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♪ we're getting to the end of the day

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