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Taken correctly, combined with proper diet

these medicines can control the flow of energy

and help to balance the workings of the mind.

Yeah, that's definitely what I'm after.

The holistic approach.

Western medicine's treating me like a machine, a system,

instead of a whole living breathing person.

But if you are taking prescription drugs,

I'd recommend you consult your doctor

before changing your regime.

Of course.

♪ 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, 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 ♪

[TV reporter] Strike action at the London dockyards

entered its seventh week today,

with little sign of a resolution.

Union leader Joseph Walsh addressed a mass meeting

of dock workers earlier this afternoon.

This government,

the government that we put into office,

this labour government so-called,

has sold us down the river.

If we don't make a stand,

in another ten years there'll be no London docks.

If we don't fight now,

all this will be sold off

- and built on by developers. - Well he got that right.

That's canary wharf now.

1975, labour government with a majority of three.

Inflation is going through the roof,

and Joe Walsh is leading the national union of crane drivers

in a strike that could paralyse the docks.

[Reporter] Mr Walsh, can you comment on press reports

that your union has been receiving secret funds

from the Soviet union?

No comment.

[Reporter] And that these funds have been diverted

for your personal use?

You are,

[men bawling]

Come here, you!

[Reporter] That's a very strong reaction, mr Walsh.

You're keeping your own hours Brian?

I was on inquiries.

That's Joe Walsh, isn't it?

Yeah.

He was a bit of a hero of mine.

That explains a lot.

Joe Walsh's body was recovered

from the thames on 20th may, 1975.

Days after these financial rumours began to circulate.

He got caught with his fingers in the till

and topped himself.

What's the mystery?

Cabinet papers for 1975 have been released

under the 30-year rule.

When Harold Wilson asked for comments on the dock strike,

the minister for economic security said,

and I quote, "in my opinion,

Joe Walsh is a politically motivated man,

holding the country to ransom.

What's the security service doing?

This man needs to be brought down urgently.

Do whatever it takes."

I think we should reopen this case and find out

if Joe Walsh committed suicide,

or if they disposed of him.

High-profile case, politics, security,

could be a minefield.

Still, you've all been round the block a few times,

you know to tread carefully.

I'll watch your back as much as I can.

But don't push your luck.

The body was recovered further down river,

but the original investigations reckoned

that he went in about here.

Now I think it's all bollocks.

Would you care to expound on that Gerry?

Well, if mi5 went around knocking off

stroppy trade unionists in the '70s,

the mortuaries would be standing room only.

Yeah but they'd been told to target him.

Nah, they targeted all sorts.

I've got an old mate who used to be

in the trade union movement.

He might be able to shed some light on things.

And someone ought to be looking

at the union's financial records,

to find out whether Walsh

really did have his hand in the till.

Well, I'll have a go at that,

I've got experience in that field.

Aye?

Brian used to be a police federation representative.

Yeah, first sign he was going barmy.

Any surviving witnesses?

Well there's his daughter of course, Anita.

Not the Anita Walsh?

The same.

Oh yeah! You and I can go talk to her.

And Jack, someone's got to approach mi5.

Thank you.

Oh, these writers don't live in garrets any more, do they?

The ones who write airport blockbusters don't, no.

[Doorbell buzzing]

Miss Walsh?

Yes?

I am detective superintendent Pullman.

This is Gerry standing.

We need to talk to you about your late father.

We're re investigating his death.

Can we come in?

Yes.

Thank you.

[Soft music playing]

[People laughing]

[TV reporter] Technically speaking, it's a cock up.

Hello?

Anybody home?

Can I help you?

Oh, I'm looking for frank Benson.

I'm an old friend of his.

My name is halford, Jack halford.

You're Jack?

Yeah, I can see now.

Grandad's always kept the photos.

You must be Karen.

Yeah, come in,

I expect he's nodded off.

Gramps? You've got a visitor.

Well now, frank, it's been a while.

Piss off.

He was under a lot of pressure.

He was trying to run a strike,

he was being slagged off by the government,

and on top of that he was being smeared in the media

for taking money from foreign governments

and putting it in his own pocket.

You don't think he took the money?

He had his faults,

but he was as straight as a telegraph pole.

What did you make of the rumours?

How should I know?

I wasn't involved in trade union politics.

You say he had his faults,

what did you have in mind?

My dad liked getting his own way.

He didn't like being contradicted.

I was a teenage girl.

I had all the usual issues with my dad, you know.

Clothes, staying out late, boyfriends, smoking.

The stuff everybody goes through.

Only, most people get a chance to work it out.

I never did.

I loved him.

Look, I know this must be difficult for you,

but do you think you could you help us locate

anybody that might have been close to him at the time?

You could try Brendan.

Who's that?

Brendan dyer.

He was the deputy general secretary.

He and his wife, Rose, were very good to me.

And you're still in touch?

Yes.

This is where you'll find them.

Thank you, miss Walsh.

We really appreciate this.

Listen while you got your pen in your hand,

could you sign this for me?

I'm a big fan.

Certainly.

To Gerry, with a "g".

Thank you very much.

There you go.

Bye-bye.

My god, that looks nasty.

Something from the forensic pathology lab?

Medication.

Look out!

I can confirm that the security service

did have a file on Joseph Walsh in 1975.

Can I see it?

The file was reclassified as inactive

at the time of mr Walsh's death.

And after a suitable interval it was destroyed.

Is there any record of what actions

the security service took?

No.

That is to say we have no reason to assume

they took any actions.

A cabinet minister asked for action.

I think strictly speaking he was asking for information.

There may have been nothing to report.

If you've destroyed the files,

I want to talk to the officers of the service

who were involved in this matter.

We're talking about 30 years ago mr halford.

Anyone senior enough to be involved

in a matter of such political sensitivity

would be long retired.

And indeed quite likely deceased.

So I'm banging my head against a brick wall?

I hope you don't feel that we're being uncooperative.

There is of course an independent commission

to whom you can refer any complaints

you may have about the service.

How many complaints has the commission ever upheld?

I'm happy to say that we have a clean sheet.

Look out, mate!

You have plenty to keep you busy here.

Oh-ho she's been keeping me busy for the last 30 years.

Still you gotta have an interest, don't you?

It actually goes, does it?

We're sailing to Spain this weekend.

On the old boat?

Our daughter Gracie lives there.

We're going to see our grandson for the very first time.

You do know why we're here.

Yeah. Anita phoned me.

You were top man in the union

after Joe Walsh, weren't you?

Oh-ho. There was only one top man.

Joe depended on you.

Well, for the everyday things maybe.

The old paperwork and that.

No, Joe was a real leader.

He could hold a mass meeting in the palm of his hands.

And I'm talking about hard cases, dockers.

The truth is Brendan did a lot of the work

and Joe got a lot of the glory.

Were you involved in the union as well, Rose?

Yes, I trained as a teacher,

but I became an education officer for the union.

That's how I met Brendan.

Brendan, according to the original inquiry,

you were the last person to see Joe Walsh alive.

Yeah, yes, we'd spent the day with

George mccready, the treasurer.

And that's who's now lord mccready, right?

Yeah.

We were going through the books

'cause the news had just broken in the papers

about them funds that went missing.

So George and Joe and me raced down to the offices

to go through the books before the committee

could get started on us.

And there was something badly wrong.

But Joe couldn't explain it, he was baffled.

Joe wasn't any good at figures.

He had to get a mate to work out his darts score.

Anyway, George had to go, and I had an evening meeting,

so we left Joe in the office.

We really ought to speak to lord mccready

but unfortunately his office can't find a window for us.

And he's essential to your inquiry, is he?

Oh, yeah.

Yes, it's all in the union's rule book.

It's rule ten, sub-paragraph seven.

Yes, Brian, the gist of which is?

Well, mccready and Joe Walsh

were the only people in the union

who had the power to authorise payments

without going through the executive first.

Of course Sandra could just barge in mccready's office

with her warrant card.

No, we wouldn't want that, would we?

I'll see what I can do.

Thanks.

[Alarm buzzing]

[Funky music playing]

There we are.

Ugh! Carrion?

I beg your pardon?

The flesh of a deceased creature.

I shouldn't be introducing that kind of material

into my system.

My body is a temple.

I suppose I could have a go at the broccoli and tomato.

This is organic?

Have you been taking your pills?

What? Am I not a picture of health?

Your pills are not about how you look.

Have you been taking them?

Yes, of course.

Well, you've not taken today's.

That's because they have to be taken with food,

they're just due now.

Swallow.

[Pill plops]

[Funky music playing]

Oh, Brian, what's scruffy doing here?

That wasn't scruffy.

That was me.

Right, progress?

Well, strickland's managed to get us in

to see mccready this afternoon.

And I checked out dyers' boat.

Brendan paid £7,000 for it in June, 1975.

That's a few weeks after Joe Walsh died.

Serious money in those days,

my first house cost less than that.

Wish I could say the same about my first wife.

That's way more than Brendan dyer earned in a year.

Well we have to find out where the money came from.

Brian how are you getting on with the union documents?

I'm struggling with these accounts.

It's complicated stuff.

But I think we should discuss these trade union leaflets.

It suddenly struck me,

Gerry, Jack and I were represented by the police federation

when we were in the job.

Yeah, not that we had any choice.

Yeah, but now we're in ucos,

we're non-unionized.

So we're open to exploitation.

We've no collective bargaining rights.

Oh, knock it off, Brian!

No, I'm serious. Look.

What about our employment protection?

I mean, how do we deal with health and safety at work?

Or discrimination as regards, gender or disabilities?

Brian, we are in the middle of an inquiry here.

Ethnicity, child care.

That's a very good question, Brian,

but I think we ought to deal with these issues

when we're not in the presence of management.

Good point.

Right, has anyone got anything to say about the case?

I've been looking at the post mortem report.

I thought that was straightforward, drowning.

Yes but there were injuries to the head and body

which were put down to being swept

into pilings and Bridges by the tide.

Who did the post mortem?

Dr ludlow.

Ha-ha! Handy Andy.

Dr Andrew ludlow.

Struck off by the general medical council, 1987.

Died 1998.

Shit. And Walsh was cremated.

Ok, get another pathologist to look at the evidence.

Sandra, you know that mate of mine, frank Benson?

The union guy?

Yes. I think he could be useful to us

but he's a bit reluctant to talk to me.

I wonder if you'd like to come along.

I mean, knowing frank, with a bit of skirt,

I mean, I think he'd probably

be more inclined to unbutton,

- would you come along with me? - I'll come along.

Thank you.

Karen, I'm detective superintendent Pullman.

I need to ask frank some questions.

Maybe he'll talk to her if he won't talk to me.

It's really important, honestly.

Okay.

Thank you.

I bloody told you.

Now, now, frank, ladies present.

Frank, I'm detective superintendent Pullman.

We're re investigating the death of Joe Walsh

so I need to ask you some questions.

All right, but I'm not talking to him.

Come on Karen, let's make some tea.

You were his best man.

How d'you fall out with Jack?

Miners' strike. Orgreave, '84.

I was a tuc observer on the picket line

when your lot rode us down swinging batons.

Jack had nothing to do with orgreave.

How a man with Jack halford's background could

stay in the police after that.

20 years.

Long time to hold a grudge.

Not where I come from.

So you're a lifelong trade unionist?

I went down the pit first off,

then I became an num official,

and after that I got a job with the tuc.

And you were involved in the dock strike in 1975?

I was the liaison between the crane drivers and the tuc.

But you know all this, you got that on file.

Come on.

Okay. Joe Walsh, were you close to him?

He could have been the greatest working-class leader

since nye bevan.

So they had to take him down of course.

They?

Mi5, the state.

- They had us all sewn up. - How did they do that?

Their paid agent did it, their Judas.

There was a mole right at the heart of the union,

and he cooked the books,

and he killed Joe Walsh.

So you're saying that an mi5 agent framed

and murdered Joe Walsh?

Its standard procedure.

They tried it on scargill in the miners' strike.

They tried to fit him up for taking back-handers from Libya,

but they couldn't make it stick.

They didn't try to murder him.

Who do you think this mole was?

As god is my witness, if I knew him

I would have chopped that bastard with my bare hands.

Karen, Karen.

Don't worry gramps, we'll sort it out.

Let's get you to the bathroom. You'd better go.

Thank you.

So do you believe in this mi5 mole?

No, not just on the basis of some old leftist paranoia.

I was hoping he'd give us some evidence.

Names, dates, times, places.

Yeah, well we're not gonna sweat those out

in his condition, are we?

[Brian mumbling]

Come on Brian.

[Alarm buzzing]

[Pill plopping]

[Funky music playing]

You stay there scruffy.

You all right?

[Scruffy whimpers]

I'll not be long, I'll be back soon.

I'm late for the house of lords.

Come on Brian.

I have to say you're doing a wonderful job.

I've checked the clear-up figures, outstanding.

Thank you.

You were treasurer of the crane drivers' union in 1975.

When did you first become aware that

there was something wrong with the accounts?

I was an elected official,

responsible for taking an overview of financial matters.

Day-to-day transactions were in the hands

of a full-time union employee, a book-keeper.

Who was that?

It was dear old glenys heyford.

Served the union all her working life.

An absolute treasure in many ways,

but if the truth be told,

she wasn't really up to the job.

Do you know how we could contact her?

Glenys is long gone.

That we're used to.

Now, glenys dealt with the day-to-day figures.

Shortly before Joe Walsh died,

I was working with her on a union executive meeting.

We realised funds were missing.

Then the matter was leaked to the press.

By whom?

We never got to the bottom of that.

After Joe died, no-one had the heart to pursue it.

Who knew at that point?

Me, glenys, Joe Walsh, Brendan dyer.

I suppose if Brendan knew,

he might have told Rose and Anita Walsh.

Why would he tell Anita?

Anita used to help out in the office

in her school holidays.

So you don't know who leaked to the press?

Any idea who took the money?

All I can tell you is that Joe took the publicity

terribly badly,

and was found dead shortly afterwards.

Well, you see, that's the whole point

of free collective bargaining.

You follow me?

Go on, mate, get yourself signed up.

Join the whatever it is, the flunkies' union.

I mean, you've every right.

You're only a worker in a toff's jacket.

You speak with a mouthful of plums don't mean

you haven't got rights.

Hang on, just one second, it's here somewhere,

just get the glasses on maybe.

That's better.

Our colleague, Brian Lane,

lord mccready.

Yes lord mccready, how d'you do?

Now, I just want a quick word with you

about trade union rights.

You see, as this book clearly demonstrates

in the miners strike in the 1980s,

the government used the security services

to try to smear Arthur scargill and the num.

Brian, can we stick to-

we see a pattern emerging.

The same tactic was used against Joe Walsh

and the crane drivers union 10 years previous.

We're supposed to be investigating-

and my question is, lord mccready,

as a former officer of the police federation,

I am well aware of the tactics used

by a ruthless secret service

intent on undermining quite legitimate trade union activity.

Brian.

What I want to know is,

have I been a victim of this totally unacceptable intrusion

into my private life?

It's an interesting question mr Lane,

but I don't see what relevance it has to this investigation.

Ha!

So my answer is, no comment.

No comment.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have another appointment

with the select committee.

Oh, yes, wouldn't you know.

No comment. No comment.

I think we'll leave it there for today.

I had a valid point to make.

Yes you did, and you made it.

- Did I or did I not? - You did.

Didn't I have a valid point?

Yes, and you made it!

Hello?

More questions?

I hope this isn't going to take long.

You said you weren't involved with your father's union work.

All right.

Look, the truth is I didn't want to go there.

I've had to go through a lot dealing

with what happened to my dad.

So if I have to revisit the time of his death,

then I think I'd rather do it with a shrink

and not a detective.

No offence.

None taken.

I do understand what you mean, Anita.

I lost my dad when I was 14

and I'm still working it out, shrink and all.

Do you fancy a drink?

Yeah, I think I might have gone off duty.

Oh, these trips down memory Lane

never do me any good at all.

40 years. Old frank wasn't a bad-looking lad in those days.

And you, as frank said in his speech,

you were an English Rose.

Oh, I know I should have made it up with frank years ago,

and now he's hasn't got long.

Oh, that picnic, he got plastered.

I bet that was one lost day in his precious diary.

Of course!

The bugger always kept a diary.

I could get used to a place like this.

Yep, the truth is, I've got it all

but I still keep on striving,

churning out the books,

sweating over the reviews,

totting up the royalties.

You're just like me,

beavering away, waiting for a pat on the head that says,

"yep, you've done enough, daddy's pleased."

And now it's never going to come.

And it may never have, anyway.

Surely he'd have been very proud of you?

He'd have hated the stuff I write.

My dad's idea of a good read was Jack London or Maxim gorky.

He even thought orwell was a bourgeois sell-out.

Anita, did anything in your father's behaviour

suggest to you that he thought that somebody

in his intimate circle was spying on him?

Because at the time, there was this strong suspicion

there was an mi5 mole in the union.

I made the tea,

I wrote slogans on placards,

I wasn't in the loop, Sandra.

Turn that light off!

If they're out there, they'll know.

What? Who'll know what?

Shh!

[Water trickling]

If they're out there watching,

they'll know I'm sweeping the house.

Sweeping it?

For bugs!

What?

Electronic listening devices!

That's ridiculous.

Brian, there is nobody watching this house,

and you know it.

Esther, I've been a policeman and a unionist.

No-one knows better than I the length to which

these spooks will go to obtain useful information.

You haven't got any useful information.

What?

You haven't...

You have not got any useful information.

You've no idea the lengths to which these people will go!

Brian, that looks incredibly dangerous.

You've been throwing your pills away again, haven't you?

Don't be ridiculous.

I found one in the plant pot.

That was a slug pellet.

There aren't any slugs in my house.

That's because they're exceedingly good pellets.

[Elastic snapping]

Ohhh!

Come back to bed, Brian.

[Upbeat music playing]

Howzat! You see, I'm a great loss to English cricket.

I mean, I've got the talent but no coaching.

Morning, Gerry.

What did you do to your head?

Nothing.

I've been talking to Esther.

You've been a very bad boy.

Yeah, well Esther gets some daft ideas in her head.

You haven't been taking your medicine.

She doesn't understand, Gerry.

I can't go on poisoning my system with chemicals.

The point is, your system poisons itself

if it's left on its own.

Your body's churning out dodgy chemicals

and that's why you need these to level it out.

I'm all right, really.

No you're not, Brian.

I've got to tell you, mate,

you haven't been doing your job.

Oh, come on!

No, no, listen.

This team relies on you to do the balls-aching crap,

like these accounts.

But you've been dodging the column!

Yeah, well, it's difficult.

It's impossible if you don't look after yourself properly.

Now, come on, take this.

Go on.

Here.

And no cheating.

Open wide.

No, again, come on, properly.

Yeah, good boy.

Now, we're gonna carry on like this

and in no time at all,

you'll be back to your old self.

Which is quite bad enough.

[Siren blaring]

He was really bad this morning,

so I sent for the ambulance.

Let me know when I can see him.

If he'll let me.

Really, he'll want you to.

He was so glad you got in touch.

Thanks for this, Karen.

We'll take good care of it.

30th April, 1975,

total cheques and cash received, £2,375.49.

Hold on, hold on, look.

14th may, £2,375.49 paid into bank.

There's a pattern emerging.

Not to me there's not.

Morning, Brian. Morning, Gerry.

Morning, Sandra. Morning, Jack.

Got frank's diaries.

He never used names in his diaries, only initials.

Jw, bd, gm, ms, gh.

So, jw Joe Walsh, bd Brendan dyer, gm George mccready.

What are the other initials?

Ms.

No, that doesn't ring any bells at all.

Can you check with dyer about that?

Yes, sure.

Listen to this, it's a corker.

Gm, that's mccready.

Late for meeting, looking flustered, lipstick on collar.

Gh arrived just after, breathless.

Halfway through meeting before she realised

she hadn't done up all her blouse buttons.

Now that's what I call industrial action.

Mccready spent his whole life under

the suspicion of sexual impropriety.

Gh, who's gh?

Glynis heyford, the book-keeper.

She's all over these documents.

So we've got the treasurer knocking off the book keeper

and 30 years on, misrepresenting her as an incompetent.

Nice man.

I've got it!

This is an old-fashioned fraud.

It's called teeming and lading.

You take money out in cash,

and you make up the difference

by banking part of next month's income

as if it was this month's.

So that's why the banking was done a fortnight

after the accounts were recorded.

Exactly.

But you can't keep that up long, surely?

If you keep taking cash out,

there must be a deficit that

next month's income can't cover?

Sure. And if you're not going to be caught out,

you need to make up the deficiency

with lump-sum payments from somewhere.

In this case, cheques coming in from a bank

that's known to do a lot of business with the Soviet union.

So Soviet cheques were coming in

and cash was surreptitiously being taken out.

Joe Walsh couldn't have set this up,

but he should have spotted it.

No, he wasn't into figures,

not a man for detail.

The way things were run at the union,

it had to be the treasurer and the book-keeper

working together.

I had a workplace liaison with an older woman.

So what?

Good grief, people were at it all the time.

We're talking about your complicity in a fraud.

When Joe Walsh was found dead,

that seemed to confirm his responsibility

for the financial irregularities.

Nobody looked very hard at the evidence,

but it is all there.

See if you can get a prosecution going, then.

I know what you'll get from the dpp.

Not in the public interest.

You think you're fireproof.

So you were the mi5 mole in the union?

Joe Walsh was on the verge of bringing down

a labour government.

I did what I thought was right.

You haven't suffered for it, have you my lord?

Joe Walsh wasn't only framed,

he died under suspicious circumstances.

Now we've had a pathologist look at the reports

and the photographs and she says

that he could have been struck over the head

before he entered the water.

Now, wait a minute.

Since he wasn't responsible for the fraud,

he hardly had a motive for suicide.

We're treating this as a murder investigation.

Now now, I cooked the books for hmg,

but I didn't kill Joe.

That day in the office, I went straight to a public meeting.

There were witnesses, minutes taken, even,

if I remember right, photographs.

We'll check.

If you must.

But if Joe really was murdered,

well?

I left him with Brendan dyer the day he died.

Now, there was a man with a motive.

He wanted Walsh's job?

Jealousy.

When Brendan was on the picket line,

Joe was shagging his wife, Rose.

Of course I couldn't have afforded this

on what I was earning.

Rose's aunt in New Zealand died

and she didn't have any kids,

so she left Rose a tidy little sum for them days.

So, that's one matter cleared up.

Now, we've been going through frank Benson's diary.

Now, we've identified most of the initials,

but there's one that still puzzles us, Ms.

[Phone ringing]

Oh, sorry about that, excuse me.

Ms?

Yeah. Ms put his oar in, same old bullshit,

got up jw's nose more than ever.

Brendan. That'll be trotsky.

Trotsky?

Yeah, that's what Joe called him.

Mark somebody.

Mark seroyan, that's it.

Seroyan?

He was a student.

Fancied himself as a political activist.

Was always flogging newspapers down the dock gates.

Then when the strike kicked off,

well, it was all over us, right?

So we let him do the photocopying, make the tea,

because he loved it and we needed all the help we could get.

I think he thought it was act one of the revolution.

And Joe Walsh didn't like him?

Nah. Joe was on strike in order to save the docks, right?

The last thing he needed was some kid running around

winding the lads up to make impossible demands.

He would've gone ballistic

if he'd known about Anita.

Known what?

Well, Anita and him had a bit of a do together, you know?

And Joe didn't know?

Like I said, there'd have been trouble if he had.

Brendan, we're gonna have to talk to Rose.

She's at home packing.

I'll write the address down for you.

Thanks.

You'll have to be quick, you know,

we are catching the evening tide.

You hope.

Mccready told Sandra that Joe Walsh and Rose

were having a bit of a thing.

Christ, I miss the '70s!

Sandra, yeah, we've identified Ms.

A guy called Mark seroyan.

And we've just been told that he

was having a thing with Anita Walsh.

Well, he's in for £20 million by Friday evening

or he's out.

I've got investors fighting for a piece of this stadium.

They're in the office right now.

Well, the ball's in his court.

The Olympics are doing wonders for the east end,

I believe, mr seroyan.

Well, if you take the risks, you deserve the rewards.

The revolution's been postponed, then?

Capitalism is revolution.

Marx understood that.

I mean look at the docklands 30 years ago

and the docklands today.

"All that is solid melts into air."

"All that is holy is profaned."

Communist manifesto, 1848.

But that's not what we're here about.

You were involved with the crane drivers' union

at the time of Joe Walsh's death.

That's putting it strongly.

I was trying to influence the line the union took,

and quite frankly, I wasn't very successful.

Which is no bad thing in the light of history.

We understand there was friction

between you and Joe Walsh.

Ha-ha! At the time, I would have called it,

comradely disagreement.

Anita Walsh.

Ah, Anita.

Hasn't that kid done well?

I think she might be worth more than me.

You had a relationship with her.

Student holds hands with schoolgirl.

Not what I'd call a relationship.

Where were you the night Joe Walsh died?

With Anita actually.

I dragged her off to an Italian film, the organiser.

Marcello mastroianni

as a 19th-century trade unionist.

We snogged in the back row.

Ask her.

I thought we were totally discreet.

When you're playing away,

someone always clocks it.

So you're confirming that you

had an affair with Joe Walsh?

They say power's an aphrodisiac.

It worked for me.

Joe was a very impressive man.

Did Brendan know?

No.

Does he know now?

If it had been anyone else I would have told him,

and I would have felt better

in my conscience for doing so.

But Brendan worshipped Joe.

He loved him far more than I ever did.

It would have been like

taking something precious from him.

Well, we're going to have to put it to Brendan now.

We're looking at motives for murder.

Well, I'll tell him.

No, I'm sorry.

That's not how it works.

Brendan, this is going to be very difficult for you,

but there's no way I can wrap it up.

When did you find out that Rose

and Joe Walsh were having an affair?

You what?

Rose confirmed it.

No, you're lying.

No, Brendan.

Well, I want to talk to Rose then.

Yes, I can appreciate that,

but it's important that you talk to us first.

This is a murder inquiry.

You can't, you can't live with somebody

for 30 years and just not know 'em.

That's the question.

Did you know at the time?

Of course not!

Otherwise everything would have been different, wouldn't it?

Maybe everything was different.

Maybe you've been painting a picture all these years,

protecting the memory of a fallen comrade.

No!

Did you kill Joe Walsh?

No, no,

I didn't know anything about this.

Look at me, you two have just blown my whole world apart!

In your last interview, you said that

on the night Joe Walsh died,

you left him in the office while you went off to a meeting.

Who was that meeting with?

Well, we were talking to the miners

and the railwaymen's union

about them coming out in sympathy.

It all had to be done on the quiet,

you know, because we just assumed

that the union was being spied on.

And can anyone you met confirm this?

Yeah,

well, we are talking about the leadership

of these unions 30 years ago.

They're all dead.

Yeah.

Brendan, your alibi is that you had a secret meeting

with people who are no longer with us.

My alibi?

Mark seroyan?

Where did you drag him up from?

He says you were both at the pictures together

on the night of your father's death.

Well, it's not something you're likely to forget, is it?

So you can confirm that?

Sure.

I spent the entire evening watching heroic workers

battling against the repressive state apparatus,

as if I didn't get enough of that at home,

whilst being groped by a spotty student

who smelt of baked beans.

The first in a long line of romantic disappointments.

Brendan was miles away, the night Joe died.

I made sure of that,

because Joe and I were together.

Where was this?

In his office.

That's where we always met.

So you were together?

Yes.

And the doorbell rang, but we ignored it.

And it kept on ringing,

then there was banging on the door

and it was this young lad, Mark.

They used to call him trotsky.

Joe said I should go,

but I wanted to know what was going on, so I stayed.

And Mark seemed very scared.

He wanted to talk to Joe about Anita.

Apparently, they'd been having a relationship.

I'm not your comrade, you pathetic little tosser.

You're telling me you've been sniffing round my daughter?

Joe was really losing it.

So what did you do then?

Well, I was afraid something awful might happen.

Joe had a terrible temper.

[Man grunting]

Come on, you little toe rag!

And I kept thinking I should do something.

And then Anita suddenly turned up out of nowhere.

Dad, for god's sake, you're killing him!

Get off!

Get him off me!

[Body thuds]

And he goes down.

Dad, dad, please!

I've killed him!

And then, the two of them are talking.

Anita, please, leave this with me.

I've killed him!

Come here, just go. Go!

You were never here, understand?

Just go, go!

Anita ran off and so did I.

But you never did anything or told anyone?

He was dead.

What good could I have done?

And think of the harm.

Harm to Brendan, harm to Anita.

Think about it.

You should have gone to the police, Rose.

Don't you think I've questioned what I did

every single day of my life for the last 30 years?

Okay, Jack.

Yeah, thanks, bye.

I'm sorry, Anita, but i'm going to have to ask you

to accompany us to the station.

What?

I'm arresting you on suspicion of murdering Joseph Walsh.

You do not have to say anything,

-but it may harm your defence -i know all that by heart.

I've written it enough times.

You could make a macro of it.

Then you'd only have to hit the one key.

Let's go.

A witness puts you on the quayside with Walsh,

unconscious, perhaps dead.

Did you put him in the river?

That's not quite how it was.

After Anita went, I threw the pipe into the river.

I thought, I don't know, fingerprints, evidence,

I wanted to confuse things.

I needed to make it look like an accident,

so I decided to pull Joe's body into the water too.

Come on, you little,

[man shouting]

It was an accident.

He lost his balance.

He never came up again.

Did Anita know about this?

I only spoke to her the once

to make sure we were on the same page

about where we were that night.

I wanted to tell her what happened, try to explain,

but she was so angry with me.

You didn't tell her he wasn't already dead?

I couldn't.

How could I tell her what I'd done?

We didn't speak again.

You mean I didn't kill him?

No. He was alive when you left the scene.

Whether the injury was ultimately the cause of death,

I can't decide on that,

but we'll submit a report to the crown prosecution service,

and then they'll decide who gets charged with what.

A 30-year nightmare.

First thing this morning.

It's a result, but not the one I expected.

Yes, well you look after yourself, frank.

Jack, I never told you

how sorry I was about Mary.

Yeah, well, you don't need to.

I was more than sorry, Jack.

I was heartbroken.

I can say it now.

I was in love with her.

Ever and always.

Look, you don't have to,

I do, I need to tell you.

I tried to take her from you.

Bloody hopeless.

She did nothing wrong, it was all on my side.

She kept it a secret because of our friendship.

Not the strike, then?

Nah.

20 years of having the world's happiest couple

shoved in my face,

I couldn't take it any more.

Mind you I still owe you a bollocking over orgreave.

We'll I've survived a few of those.

She was-

yes.

Best not leave it so long next time, eh, Jack?

Best not.

So, I suppose you think

you're a bit of a dark horse, eh, Mary?

Well, actually, I knew all along.

I'm a detective, remember?

You didn't deceive me.

So, you've no secrets, no reason to feel guilty.

You just sleep easy, eh?

Good night, love.

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