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I'm sensing a passing-over in tragic circumstances.

Can you accept this?

Yes, my... I'm getting a connection, but it's not by blood. Will you accept this?

Yes, it could be my wife.

Just a minute.

Who are you please? ..Is it Mary?

Is your name Mary?

No, it's not Mary.

It's a girl. A girl?

The girl's...

..A young woman.

She's standing behind you.

16 or 17.

Carla? ..Carol?

Carolyn? Carina?

Stoll?

These might not make much sense now, but they might do later. Note them down.

I don't know anyone of that name.

Forget her. Concentrate on Mary. I told you, it's not Mary.

She's telling me she was very thin by the end. Like a skeleton. Who is she? What does she want with me?

She wants me to tell you that she passed before her time, and...

Yeah.

Yeah, I know. I know, love.

..And that she's so very sorry.

Sorry for what?

She's saying to me...

"For everything."

♪ it's all right, it's ok

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

♪ it's all right, it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right, doin' fine

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

♪ it's all right, it's ok

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

A 17-year-old-girl from a well-to-do-family disappears.

Three months later, she's emaciated and dead in a transport container. No suspects, no motives, nothing.

Can you imagine starving to death in one of these,

your cries unheard, your pummelling on the doors ignored?

Jack, how much sleep have you had? Never mind sleep.

Did you read the case notes? Yes, I did. And? Interesting?

Yes. Enough for the unit to investigate? Where did you get this?

That's not important. The important thing... yes, it is.

If we're going to run with it, I need to know.

You wouldn't believe me. Try me.

I went to see a clairvoyant. What?

I was hoping to contact Mary.

And this young fella started to talk to someone. A girl.

She gave him a list of names and he told me to write them down.

I tried putting it out of my mind, but curiosity got the better of me.

I went into the office after-hours, typed the names into the unsolved crimes database.

Time after time, the computer said there was no match for the names.

Then I asked it to tell me the nearest match to each name.

And every single time,

it came up the same.

Caroline Stillman?

I type in Caroline Stillman

and here we are.

There, that should do it.

Aw, bloody hell! It's brass monkeys in here.

I've called maintenance. They say they're looking into it. No, I'm looking into it, clarky.

All they're doing is looking into looking into it! Is this a new case?

Memo from human resources. Come on, Brian, it can be done!

Here, here! Listen to this...

"All the constituents of ucos over the age of 50

"are requested to undergo routine physical and psychological evaluation

"on the 15th of the month to ensure capability to operate within the parameters of their defining role."

They're taking the piss. Not yet,

but they certainly will be!

300ml minimum.

Cor, blimey!

How else do we find our cases? A scrap of evidence comes to light, someone steps out of the shadows.

It's all the past somehow drawing attention to an injustice.

"Somehow"?! You were given this case by a clairvoyant. Christ, what do I say to Brian and Gerry?!

"Good morning, Brian, Gerry. Here's the next case."

You said it was interesting. We have the girl's clothes to test for DNA.

Why don't we just start and see where it leads?

Caroline Stillman, 17-year-old daughter of a family of jewellers with premises in hatton garden.

She disappeared in February 1982.

The first idea was that she'd just run away, and then they thought she may have been kidnapped.

What do these blacked-out passages in the case notes indicate? Yeah, we'll be working on that.

Done after the event by someone who didn't want aspects of the case to come to light. Could be classified.

Unless somebody wanted to protect a source... Though you'd only have to black out the source's name.

This is far more extensive.

When, after two weeks, no ransom demand was received, the original team decided it was an abduction.

Despite appeals, the police received nothing. The body was found three months later in a shipping yard,

locked in a container. Talk about reopening a case with one hand tied behind your back!

Why are we reopening the case, anyway? Jack?

..Division was having an, er, archive review and this cropped up.

They felt the girl's clothes could be tested for DNA.

DNA will be our biggest lead. Questions? Yeah.

This evaluation on the 15th... Is completely routine.

There's nothing routine about it. "All constituents of ucos over 50."

Someone thinks we're surplus to requirements! I meant any other questions for this case!

..No? Ok, Brian, Jack, go and see Caroline's sister.

Gerry, you track down members of the original team still... please don't say "alive". It's so depressing!

Still around.

She's not exactly champing at the bit to come and say hello.

I expect she's got her reasons.

'Ey up! Visors down, truncheons at the ready.

Leave her to me.

Miss Stillman. I'm sorry but you've come to discuss a chapter of my life which I have no desire to reopen.

Even if it means discovering who killed your sister? Will it bring her back? No, but...

Or my father, cut down with a stroke two years after Caroline was found? Look... or my mother,

who passed away last year, heartbroken for two decades?

The last thing we want to do is to upset you in any way. You should have thought before barging in here.

Miss Stillman, I know what it's like to lose someone in violent circumstances

but, no matter how painful, we have a duty to the truth.

I'm sorry?!

How dare you appear from nowhere and proceed to lecture me?!

No-one's lecturing you, miss Stillman.

My life has moved on.

Please, don't come here again.

I said leave her to me!

You're the maintenance man, aren't you?

Yes. Well, some promise of maintenance, however slight,

is a minimum requirement of your job, wouldn't you say? Well, done, clarky!

Everything ok, Gerry? Yeah, yeah. I'm just thinking. Always encouraging!

I've got a daughter the same age as Caroline was when she died,

and I can't imagine what I'd be like if anything happened to her.

You see, with kids - or grandchildren! -

you welcome them into the world as best you can...

..Then all you can do is cross your fingers and hope that they get a lucky ticket on their way in.

Yeah.

Catch you later.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You know there's no guarantees I'll make contact?

I don't control who comes through.

Some clients can become angry when they don't get what they want.

It's unfortunate, but why I've had to adopt a policy of payment in advance.

50?

You're paying for my time, but my gift, such as it is,

is free of charge.

Well, I appreciate your honesty, so let me be straight with you.

My sister died 20 years ago in horrible circumstances.

Ok, but don't feel obliged to give me a name.

No, I want to make it easier for you.

Her name was Caroline.

Caroline Stillman.

All right.

Well, let's see who's about.

Do I have to close my eyes? No.

Odd. What?

I'm not getting anything.

She was abducted

and left to die in a horrible way.

And the person who did it was never caught. Please help me.

Sometimes the channel gets blocked.

I'm sorry. Call me if you want to try again.

Just let yourself out when you're ready.

Thank you. Cheers.

So, this physical and psychological evaluation my boys are undertaking the day after tomorrow?

Yes, what about it?

They suspect it might be someone trying to rip the guts out of ucos, perhaps close it down completely.

Your clear-up rate is embarrassing some people, Sandra.

Your success now questions their competence then.

You've only got to review some of the cases you've cracked.

You've put special branch's nose out of joint by revealing they had a mole inside new labour.

You've exposed police racism and nearly destroyed a leading golf club,

ruining the reputation of a war hero into the bargain.

Some establishment toes are feeling distinctly stepped upon.

Not my problem.

You never were very good at the politics, Sandra.

..With all due respect, sir, that's like criticising someone for not being a very good arsehole.

These tests are entirely routine.

What I want you to focus on is that, while the success of ucos has caused concern in some quarters,

for you, personally, it's done no harm in others.

Sir? The concensus is that you should be back in the premiership, where you belong.

They want you in undercover operations. So10.

Mary, have you any idea

how frustrating it is, having these endless conversations with myself?

Would it be too much to ask for you to give me some tiny little sign to say that you'd actually heard me?

A light bulb flickering when I look at your photo.

A rap on your side of the kitchen table when I sit down to eat.

Not like I'm asking for ornaments flying across the room!

I just cannot understand how someone I've never met contacts me, and you can't!

If you could find something, some thing, that only I would know came from you,

or some hint of a name of whoever it was did this thing to us,

I could work it out. I am, after all, a detective.

Was.

That looks interesting. Forensics managed to recover the blacked-out material from the case notes.

Let me warm up first. Tell you what would help - nice cuppa.

Think of it as a one-off, a favour to an ageing colleague

whose old arthritic bones, dilapidated constitution...

All right, sir. A one-off cup of tea.

Thank you.

..Oh, and a biscuit. Anything chocolate.

Yes, sir.

Jack. Morning. I checked out your clairvoyant chappie yesterday, Christopher Wells.

And? I posed as Caroline's sister to see if he'd give any sign that he knew anything about her.

Not a flicker. Even gave me my money back.

I gather it didn't go too well with the sister, though. She's put it all behind her, moved on.

Maybe it's the best way to go. Best for who? The only chocolate biscuits I could find were bourbons.

Hang on! I thought we had an understanding, not using clarky as a tea boy. It's just a one-off.

Make it a two-off, would you? Make it a three-off.

Whoa, chocolate biscuits! Here, get us a cup of tea, son.

It's freezing in here.

So, Sarah Stillman doesn't want... Banging

do you mind?! Sorry.

Sarah Stillman doesn't want to co-operate. Well, that's her prerogative.

I think we have to respect that for the time being. Anyway, clarky?

In the early '80s, case reports were still typed up on typewriters,

with each key leaving a physical imprint on the paper.

When these passages were blacked out, you couldn't read the printed words.

But modern scanning techniques can read the pressure indents

and have recreated the text.

So what was blacked out?

All reference to the involvement in the investigation of a young medium.

..You're kidding. He now operates an Internet clairvoyance business from his home in Hertfordshire.

Log on, download tarot readings. Horoscope texts sent directly to your mobile. That sort of thing.

Why was he involved in the investigation? You know what happens when children go missing.

Weirdy beardies come out of the woodwork and clog up everything.

The team dismissed all the oddballs who came forward, except for lombard why not him?

He volunteered information about her he couldn't possibly have known.

A birthmark on her scalp, beyond the hairline.

So, he might have seen it sometime before.

Or during the abduction itself.

Or he could have got the information through genuine clairvoyance.

There's no such thing.

Lombard naturally fell under suspicion

but he maintained he'd received the information as mr halford suggested. No-one could prove otherwise.

You said he was young at the time. How young? ..22.

Ok. So while we wait for the DNA results on Caroline's clothes,

why don't you two visit mr lombard?

Nice to see somebody's making money out of the web! Maybe he's earned it.

You don't seriously entertain the possibility that this lombard's genuinely psychic, do you?

Who knows everything, Brian? You?

A copy of the original death mask of the great Russian writer turgenev.

Look at the Serenity with which he faced eternity. It's possibly my favourite piece.

Martin lombard. Ex-detective inspector Brian Lane, and this is my colleague.

Ex-detective chief superintendent Jack halford.

Ex? Post-retirement.

We were drafted back to a special unit investigating unsolved cases.

Must have taken some squaring with your wife. My wife?

Now that she thinks she's got you to herself and has a list of all those odd jobs, off you go back to work!

She's no longer with us.

My condolences. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. You haven't.

I see a great deal of anger at her passing, much of it unresolved.

This is all very interesting, but we didn't drive out here to discuss my colleague's personal situation.

Of course not, my apologies. So, you have an unsolved crime that you'd like me to help you with.

How did you find me? Stumble across my website? We found you on the file of the Caroline Stillman case.

Caroline Stillman.

Opera music in background let me turn this off.

This is a fabulous house, mr lombard. All through clairvoyance?

Yes, well, most people need to be in touch with their spiritual side

and I step into the void once filled by religion, help them express that.

At a nominal cost, of course.

If you need to speak to your dead, I too have to live.

Can I ask you why you've reopened this case?

We're not at Liberty to say.

You gained credibility with the original investigation

by claiming to know about a birthmark on Caroline's head.

Yes. Yes, well, I felt the need to come forward

as I had information which I thought might lead to Caroline being found.

Mentioning the birthmark seemed to give me credibility.

Can I ask you how you came by that information, mr lombard?

As I said to the detectives at the time, how else but by clairvoyance? How else, indeed?

He's our man, Jack. Fraudulence rises off him like fumes.

How come he knew about Mary? The unresolved nature of her death?

Because he read you like a book!

Didn't you see how fast his eyes hoovered up all the evidence?

Your wedding ring, your body language, the looks between us. To the trained eye, it was a road map!

Tell me, Brian, why are you so threatened by even the possibility that he can do as he claims?

He knew about Caroline's birthmark because he somehow saw it or heard about it. And how do I know this?

The same way that I know Santa claus was my dad in a suit,

and the tooth fairy my mother in her dressing gown.

If there's DNA on Caroline's clothes that isn't hers, I know exactly where I'm putting my money.

Thank you for responding so swiftly to our enquiry, sir. I was intrigued to receive your e-mail.

May I ask, in the case notes, why were all the... references to Martin lombard crossed out? Yes.

Because I crossed them out. Allowing a clairvoyant to be involved was something I was never happy with.

My guvnor at the time, may he rest in peace, was a religious man who believed lombard could help us.

You didn't? And if you look at his contribution, you'll see I was proved right.

The longer the case went on, the more convinced most of us became

that Martin lombard was involved in Caroline's abduction.

By the time we voiced that, my boss had allowed him too much access to the investigation.

We couldn't have proved a thing.

I couldn't remove myself from the record of what I thought was a catastrophic cock-up,

but I could remove lombard.

Of course, all this was before DNA technique had evolved.

Caroline's clothes are with forensics as we speak.

Rest assured, Bob,

detective superintendent Pullman is not in the business of embarrassing senior officers.

I hear you're being linked to the so10 job.

An officer at that level would be expected to demonstrate

a firm grasp of the politics involved in such a senior position.

So10 is a different world to ucos. All the villains are still out there, just waiting to be caught.

Including Martin lombard, if you're right.

If we couldn't break him back then with a crack squad, I fail to see how you will now, with dad's army!

We're setting great store on the DNA results. Of course you are.

Now, you'll have to excuse me, I'm afraid. My car's downstairs. Lunch with the home secretary.

It's a pain but it's got to be done.

It's a pleasure to meet the woman behind the name.

I look forward to following the resurrection of your career with great interest.

Thank you, Don.

Where did you find this case?

Well... wherever it was, I suggest you put it straight back!

I've worked bloody hard to get you a chance to put ucos behind you and move on.

For both our sakes, don't screw it up.

You are kidding me! Just came in, ten minutes ago.

Nothing! It's why the lab took so long to get back to us.

They checked everything twice. Shit!

What a bloody cock-up! So, we've opened a case to get no further than the original team!

It's like one of them pointless remakes of an old classic.

Doesn't exactly help to be warned off by the assistant deputy commissioner.

All right, let's have a show of hands. Based on what we know so far, who believes lombard is our man?

I'm not saying he isn't, but if he is, why isn't his DNA there?

No evidence, no support from the family. What are we going to do?

I know what I'm going to do - get a round in.

Should you be drinking so much, with your evaluation tomorrow?

Bugger the evaluation! Yeah, sideways. Same again?

Cheers. Sparkling. If you're convinced this is someone trying to close down the unit,

not taking it seriously is the best way of doing it for them

you said the tests were routine. They are.

If the evaluation isn't about closing the unit,

how can not taking them seriously be doing it for them?

Listen to yourselves! These are routine tests.

There is no conspiracy!

..Well, I'm going home. See you tomorrow.

Just do your best, that's all anyone expects. Good luck! ..Night.

Dodgy case. Doctored evidence.

Quiet words from on high.

Surprise evaluations.

Broken air conditioning, making the office an impossible place to work!

If this isn't a conspiracy to close us once and for all,

jfk was killed in the conservatory by colonel mustard with a length of bloody lead pipe!

Now, when you said you were going to do dinner,

I didn't realise you were just going to order pizzas.

Anyone can order pizza. Choosing the right pizza, now, that takes a lot of thought. Mm.

Anchovies with ham, pineapple, spicy chicken, tuna, mushrooms.

Anyone less generous than me would say that you hadn't got a clue what I liked and panicked.

Yeah, and someone more generous might say I just wanted to give you everything I possibly could.

It's amazing how you say the things I want to hear.

Do you want me to say that you should take this so10 job?

Well, it would put me back on track, career wise. True.

And the time that I'm spending with the not-so-golden oldies is becoming increasingly bizarre.

Also true. I mean, Christ, Greg, I'm working on a case that Jack brought us from a clairvoyant.

And against the express wishes of a senior officer.

If I continue, it's tantamount to professional suicide.

If I don't, Caroline's murderer could walk free.

So what happens if you give up ucos?

I suppose the new job would inevitably put me under a lot more pressure

and take up more of my time. Not to mention taking over your life.

What are you saying?

I'm just saying what we both know - every inch up the slippery pole comes with a price. Ask yourself,

is it a price you still want to pay?

Do you want coffee? Will you make it yourself or nip round to Starbucks?

Thought I'd have a stab. Blimey, I'm impressed! You haven't tasted it yet.

Is that it? I don't want to confuse them into thinking Carl Lewis has just walked into the room.

Taking the piss out of it isn't going to make it go away! At least I'll retain a modicum of dignity.

I wish you'd stop doing that, you're making me seasick. Where's Gerry? Haven't the faintest idea.

What's yours? Beta blockers.

Amphetamines. Down the hatch.

Look at you, first male child in the family!

He's absolutely gorgeous. He's got your ears.

Do you think so? Don't they go well together?

He's not a clutch bag. You know what I mean. Can I?

So what are you gonna call him?

Hello, mate. Hello.

You know, when Paula first told me she was pregnant, I was...

Well, I was a bit negative about it, really, wasn't I, love?

I've seen a lot of bad things happening to nice people and...

I suppose it just taints the way you look at the world, but blimey...

..Holding this beautiful bloke...

And all of you around...

Suddenly I can only think of the best things in the world.

Whatever you call him is gonna be spot on.

Thanks, dad. Can I have Gerry back now?

Yeah, all right. There you go... What did you just say?

You heard. Oh!

Gerry! Little Gerry.

Gerry. Come on, you blues.

Hi.

Physical this morning, psychometric this afternoon.

But just for now - urine?

I'd prefer tea, if you've got it. No sugar.

Right, gentlemen, treadmill or rowing machine.

That's good. Keep it steady.

I can go faster. No, this speed is fine.

No, let me go faster. No, don't overdo it. No, I'm fine.

Great. I feel fantastic. Put that down on your clipboard.

He says he feels fantastic while rowing faster than a man half his age. Hey-hey!

One.

Bloody hell!

Groaning

um, should mr halford be making that noise? Oh, he's fine.

His body's just in a state of shock. The most exercise he gets is bending over to tie his shoelace.

Singing more.

♪ O, Gerry boy, o, Gerry boy, I love you so... ♪

it's a boy!

7lb 4½oz of solid grandson!

And she's naming it after me!

Congratulations, mate. Fantastic. Congratulations, sir. Clarky.

How was the test?

He was a little taken by surprise by the rowing machine. Not to mention the treadmill.

Listen, I hope they've got a machine for measuring walking on air!

There you go, mate.

Clarky... Jacky.

A psychometric questionnaire is a series of multiple choice questions to which there's no correct answer.

As such. I'm sorry? Well, there's no correct answer to any individual question,

but a whole series of answers reveals personality and attitude,

which may or may not be what the force requires of its personnel.

One hour. No conferring.

' "Question 1. You come across £100 in the street. Do you hand it in to your local police station,

' "leave a note nearby with your name and number, pocket the money and spend it,

' "or use the money to buy a gun and use that to hold up a petrol station

' "for 100 times the sum you've found?" Interesting ethical dilemma.

'The obvious answer isn't necessarily the answer you want to give.

'The best strategy is to work out the answer they're looking for,

'and put that. So... Let's take this nice and methodically.'

' "you come across £100 in the street, do you...?" Jesus! Sod this for a game of soldiers.

'A. B. C. D. D. C. B. A.

'D. C. B. A. A. B. C. D...'

'where does all the time go, eh?

'One minute, you're in loon pants, the next, you're some perfect little person's grandad.

'Grandpa Gerry.

'Well, who'd have thought you'd ever make it this far, eh?'

finished! Blimey. See you down the pub.

I thought I made myself clear to your colleagues. You did, miss Stillman.

The thing is, I do need to talk to you about your sister's case.

Why? Has someone come forward? In a manner of speaking, yes.

What did you know about the investigation?

The house was full of police. If something happened, we knew about it.

Were you aware of the involvement of a psychic? A what?

Martin lombard inveigled his way into the police investigation, and later became a suspect.

Are you serious? Yeah, unfortunately.

But that... why weren't we told?

There were some people who didn't want you to know about it.

Oh, my god, they asked me at the time.

The police asked me if I knew of any odd people Caroline hung around with.

It never occurred to me to say...

Say what?

Well, she was into everything a typically confused teenage girl was into.

Weird bands I'd never heard of. Every religion on the planet.

And the paranormal.

Paranormal?

Esp, clairvoyancy, one of her friends had a ouija board, everything goth.

And she went to psychic fairs all the time.

And you didn't mention this?

I thought the police meant her close friends.

I spent a long time going through the police notes...

And it seems to me that your family was quite a battleground.

Maybe you held back about the psychic fairs because you didn't want your sister found.

Now, listen to me very carefully.

My sister was not the daughter my parents wanted.

I fitted the mould perfectly. They tried hammering her into the same one, but it was never going to work.

She was always too much of her own person, and they never backed off.

You're right, it was a battleground. Absolutely.

And there were nights when I thought of putting a pillow over Caroline's head, just for some peace and quiet.

But when she went missing...

Well...

I have to live with that.

So, if Sarah had known about a psychic helping the police,

you reckon she'd have spoken out? That's the impression I got, yeah.

She was in quite a state when I left. So what are we saying?

Caroline gets pally with lombard at one of the psychic fairs, he singles her out and nabs her. For what?

She was 17. He was in his early 20s. Wouldn't the obvious cover it?

Yeah, but the postmortem said that, although Caroline wasn't a virgin, there was no evidence of rape

or sexual abuse. So he was saving her for later. Got spooked. Left her for dead.

Then he offers to help them find her but that's not unusual, is it? No.

There's no physical evidence linking lombard and Stillman, so we're still no closer to nailing him.

You've been a bit quiet tonight, Jack. Any thoughts?

I don't know what I think any more. Jack? I should never have got you involved. I'm sorry.

What does he mean, he should never have got us involved?

Um, Jack went to see a clairvoyant about Mary. Only he didn't get Mary, he got...

You are bloody joking. ..Oh, bloody hell.

I think that we all need to decide how we're going to respond to this, as a unit.

I really don't like this. Yeah, I know.

I like the idea of lombard walking away a second time even less.

I think we should nail him. Question is, how?

It's only fair to let you know that, as far as we're concerned,

the jury's out on genuine psychic ability.

For a number of reasons, including having met the man,

we think it's pretty safe to assume that lombard's a con artist. You see, our theory is that,

having snatched the girl, his plan was to come forward later and claim the glory for finding her.

His way of spectacularly launching himself. Big story on the telly, newspapers,

corner the market in talking to the dead. But without evidence, we have to go for a full confession.

We need a point of entry into his way of thinking.

Hence, you. Set a thief to catch a thief. In a nutshell.

Wrong answer. Thanks for the tea. Christopher...

If you can't respect what I do, find some other mug to help you. This isn't about what you can do.

It's about what Martin lombard has done. Please.

In the first few days of the investigation, he hits an immediate bull's-eye with the birthmark.

But this establishes a quality of information he never replicates. It all becomes very vague.

"It's pitch black." "A door that only opens from the outside." And here, "I hear water."

The information's next to useless. And then he seems to drop out completely.

You're looking confused. He was born like that. Go on.

Well, I agree that he's a fake, but the fakes usually keep fishing until they get lucky.

It seems lombard lost his appetite for this before he struck anything.

That fits. Lombard's a greedy con merchant.

Finds himself in the middle of an abduction enquiry,

gets a whiff he's under suspicion, starts to panic, clams up, drops out before it's too late.

As you say, he lost his appetite. Or his nerve.

Well, I think we just found our way in. Thanks, Chris.

Jack... Clarky.

Something came in the post for you this morning, mr standing. I left it on your desk. Thanks.

Oh!

Oh, you little beauty. Marvellous.

Here, clarky, come and have a look at this.

Isn't he gorgeous? Very. Look at him.

But should the met's photographic lab really be used to run off private prints?

They've been doing my holiday snaps for 20 years... Here, Jack...

Jack?

Clarky, take a walk, mate. But I was...

No. Go.

Right.

You sent Mary's clothes for forensic analysis? Christ almighty, Jack, that's instant dismissal!

They've been at the back of the wardrobe for years. I know she'll never come back, Gerry.

I saw her put into the ground. But that funeral isn't the end.

Not while that bastard's still out there!

Nothing. You didn't really expect them to find anything, did you?

I just thought he might have got out of his car to see what he'd done... Dropped something on her clothing.

A hair, a fleck of skin...

Something!

Anything!

I'll get you a cup of tea, mate.

I was on my way to your house, then it occurred to me you might not want to be there.

Knowing how people's minds work is what makes a good detective. I'm not accepting this, Jack.

You don't have any choice. You need ucos.

Without it, there's just countdown and Richard and Judy.

Gerry needs the money and, as for Brian, Esther would have him propping up the patio within a week.

Even if the evaluation is purely routine, I'm finished, Sandra.

We're going for a confession from Martin lombard. In your prime, you were the best in the business.

There's not the forensic to back it up.

And my prime was a long, long time ago.

I'm sorry.

You might not get justice for Mary, Jack.

But there's an outside chance you could for Caroline Stillman.

My rules.

After the evaluation, I'm probably finished anyway.

If anyone gets wind of your involvement in this...

I'm a big girl now, I make my own choices. But thanks for your concern.

Ah, ex-detective halford, what a pleasant surprise. And you've brought a new colleague to meet me.

So, tell me, are you an ex-police person or a real one?

Oh, very real.

And how can I help you? It's rather embarrassing. We need your help.

Right, what sort of help? We think we're very close to cracking the Stillman case

and we feel your special talent will give us the final push we need.

They just pulled in. Over.

This isn't the police station. We brought you the scenic route.

Did they show you the pictures of Caroline's body when they found it?

No. I, personally, wept, mr lombard.

Left to starve in a metal freight container in the middle of winter.

What some people are capable of is beyond belief. Don't you think?

Beeping

this is where we need your help, mr lombard.

Ashamed as we are to admit it, we've hit a brick wall.

So we thought we'd bring you to where Caroline died and see if you could make contact.

If she can't tell us here who killed her, where else?

Are you feeling anything? Give mr lombard a chance to soak up the atmosphere, Jack. Yes, I'm sorry.

The coroner's report was a harrowing read, mr lombard.

There were bite marks on both arms.

Not rats. Her own.

You feeling anything?

No? Well, perhaps this will help.

They estimated she lasted 42 days. Feeling anything now?

Please. I think he's getting something.

Perhaps he needs fewer distractions. The lights, the people... this way.

I don't know about you, but walking into this container makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck.

I imagine what you're feeling will be something a little more profound.

I'm sorry, I'm not getting anything. Shall we step inside?

No, I don't think that would do any good. It's worth a try, surely.

Squeaking

what's that noise? Probably the last sound Caroline ever made.

She clawed the door with what little strength she had left.

They found remarkably deep scratch marks in the metal.

She must have wanted to live very badly. Feel anything yet?

Let me out. You're not giving yourself a chance.

Let me out!

They can't hear you, mr lombard.

You could scream your head off in here for, ooh, 42 days

and it wouldn't make a blind bit of difference.

So, tell me now, what are you feeling?

Caroline and I met when I'd just started out on the circuit.

She gave me confidence in my abilities. I gave her the emotional support she was missing at home.

She used to talk about taking her life, just to make her parents feel sorry for the way they treated her.

They were very judgmental. Always disapproved of everything she did. It's true. They were.

Do you recognise him? No.

So she planned this... We planned this...

Crazy mock abduction.

She stayed with me in secret for the first couple of weeks,

then we went to the container yard and selected a container. She went in

and I locked her in from the outside. The idea was that she'd live for a few days like a genuine abductee

and then, when she was found, she would really look the part.

You'd already been to the police by then. How else were they going to find her?

I came up with a few... Insights

as to her whereabouts and then I would lead the police to her.

But you didn't.

I went back to the container yard one night to tell her that everything was ok,

everything was going to plan and...

To my absolute horror, I found that the container had gone.

These things go all over the country, abroad, she could have been anywhere.

And you didn't think at that point to come clean? Of course I did.

But then I thought that, if the container had been moved, it was going to be used.

Caroline would be found. Not exactly as planned, but still with the full effect she wanted.

But when she was undiscovered for a long time, I began to realise... What a disaster it was.

So you met Caroline at one of the psychic fairs? I've said as much.

Before you came into my office,

my enduring memory of Caroline was of her smile.

For the rest of my life, there'll be all this.

..Police officers were picking me as a suspect. I ran out of insights and withdrew as best I could.

Nah, this is too easy.

Every morning, I turned on the radio hoping that I would hear that Caroline had been found alive.

When I finally heard the news...

Turn off that tape. This stops right here. Sir? Turn off that tape!

Am I the only one here who knows how a police officer is meant to behave?

Good god, this is not the 1970s! It's not even the 1980s!

You can't verbal a suspect and get away with it.

With due respect, it was working. With no due respect, it wasn't!

After you went round to his house the first time, lombard was on alert.

He knew you were in the dark!

Before opening the door to you this evening, he phoned his solicitor on his mobile.

He left the line open for the next hour and a half! His solicitor recorded the whole thing!

He's itching to use it in an action against you for unlawful arrest, harassment, you name it!

'Let me out! They can't hear you, mr lombard.

'You could scream your head off in here for, ooh, 42 days.'

you thought the evaluation was a way of closing down the unit, but it wasn't.

It was nothing more than a routine assessment, and you passed! Just!

If someone is looking for a reason to close down ucos, you've handed them one on a plate... As for so10,

I think we can safely kiss that one goodbye.

Sir. So10? I told you to drop this case! It went against all my instincts as a police officer.

Once again, your instincts have made you look very foolish and made me look an idiot for backing you!

You were getting promoted to so10?

I'll have to spend the rest of tonight working out a way to persuade lombard's solicitor to forget this.

I'll spend all tomorrow deciding what I'm going to do with you lot!

Don... no, I'm sorry, Jack, not now! I'm not in the mood.

Look at that.

So that's why he owned up. Yeah, nice trick.

Here's a confession, now you see it, now you don't. The one that got away.

He didn't get away. We never got near him.

Sorry, I should have told you about my promotion. None of our business.

Ooh, evaluation report. Blimey, these results are surprisingly good, and the urine is very interesting.

I suppose you're the pregnant woman? You weren't really going to take that promotion, were you?

You know what? I need a really stiff drink.

Good idea... Come on, clarky, I'll buy you a shandy. I'll catch you up.

She wouldn't, would she? I mean, what's so10 got that ucos hasn't?

Well, not us, for a start.

Nah, she wouldn't.

Subtitles by Duncan black and Mary Easton - BBC broadcast - 2004