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[Gloomy music]

Oh, not again.

What is this, return of the living dead?

Mary.

My Mary.

Your ran her down.

You did it.

You know, you really are one sad old man.

Maybe.

But unlike you, I wouldn't be growing older in prison.

Yeah, well, even prison's better

than bouncing off a car bonnet at 70 mile an hour.

Shoulda seen her handbag fly, Jack.

Went nearly as far as she did.

You think I spent all my time

figuring out a way to kill you?

[Dramatic orchestral music]

Here.

There ya go.

My turn in the front.

I've got the handbag!

Well it's still my turn, isn't it?

Just get in!

[Tyres screeching]

[Engine revving]

[Tyres screeching]

Oh!

[He gasps]

Bloody women drivers.

♪ It's alright, it's okay ♪

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

♪ it's all right, I say it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ it's alright, doing fine ♪

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

♪ it's alright, I say it's okay ♪

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

[Gerry gasps]

Broke me metatarsal.

How cool is that?

What was Jack doing last night?

That was hanson, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Jack?

Jack?

Jack?

Hmm?

You alright, mate?

Who are you?

[Tense string music]

Hello.

[Door knocking]

What did he say?

He says I'm fine, okay to go.

Well, they need the bed.

I'll run you home.

How are the boys?

It's family only for now.

That was quite a pile up you had.

Any of it come back to you?

Okay, well,

take it easy for the next day or so.

I've arranged some help for you.

Help?

With the new office, the move?

Move? Again.

- Well it was mooted, Sandra. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Who knows how long it'll be before the boys are back.

Do you mind if I get dressed now, sir?

Oh, yeah, I'll be outside.

Soon as possible, really.

Ricky hanson, yeah, last seen at the black boy pub

in catford, night of the 17th.

Yeah.

Cheers, bye.

[Gentle piano music]

Sandra.

I'd like you to meet dci. Karen hardwick.

Delighted.

I've heard so much about you.

So much about all this.

Karen's a great fan of ucos.

I've explained the situation

and she's eager to get started.

Sir, could I have a word?

Is she a serving officer?

Karen's about to retire.

So how long do you envisage her being with us?

These are shots of the smash at the black boy pub,

you must've been going at quite a speed.

The crash was on private property

so there's no official come back.

But if you could try to recall what went on,

it might help avoid some awkward questions.

Well, the good news is your brain scan came back clear.

The memory loss may only be temporary.

Best course we have is simply to wait and see.

Thank you.

Mr. Standing, how do you feel?

Well, not too clever actually.

I mean, it's not just my neck,

but my back's really giving me gyp, and last night,

-my chest was really- -ah.

Well that'll just be your atrial fibrillation.

My what?

Irregular heartbeat.

It's quite common in man of your age.

But just to be on the safe side,

we'll fit you with a monitor

and keep an eye on you for the next 48 hours.

Oh, right. Right.

Brian.

Eye still bothering you?

No, he is.

Ooh?

I wanna know the exact nature

of this medication he's trying to administer.

-He doesn't want me to- -I've learned to have

a healthy distrust of some of the more virulent products

of the pharmaceutical industry.

Norman, that's fine, give it to me.

It's an anti-inflammatory

to try and reduce the periorbital swelling of the eye.

Oh. Right then.

Thank you.

But thanks for keeping us on our toes.

Still, I understand your apprehension.

Especially given what happened here 10 years ago.

Why, what happened?

Three men died, all on the same night,

in this very room.

Albeit not retired police officers, I'm pleased to say.

What was all that about?

Here, Norman? Come here.

He just said something about three blokes dying

in here the same night?

Well, they only ever proved that one of them

was actually murdered.

Before my time.

I don't think they caught anyone in the end.

Although of course, they sacked the poor nurse

who was on duty.

Scary.

Ooh!

Hello, governor!

Hi guys.

Sandra?

Jack.

How are you feeling?

I don't know.

I'm having difficulty remembering things.

I heard you were at death's door.

We are!

Well, didn't you bring us anything?

Oh, some grapes would've been nice.

Strickland's organised cover for you.

She's a detective chief inspector-

she?

A woman?

Another woman in that office with you? [Laughs]

He's also hinted that she may not be short term.

What?

You can't do that.

Well, work has to go on, ucos can't stop.

Well, we are working.

We've just started looking at a new case.

[Sandra] Oh yeah?

No, no, he's right!

In this very room, 10 years ago, still unsolved, apparently.

Bloke was murdered.

Possibly three.

All on the same night.

We could be looking for a serial killer.

Really?

Oh yes, it's big.

Very big, tell him.

Tell strickland that despite injuries

that would have broken lesser men,

we are still functioning in the same,

smooth unruffled way we always have.

[Sombre piano music]

I've done the filing.

As you didn't give me any other work to do, coffee?

Thanks yeah, milk, no sugar.

I heard about your crash.

Sounds horrible.

What happened?

Cheers.

There is something, actually.

1997, there was a murder at St. Edward's hospital.

Patient. Can you get me the file?

Have you got a name?

No. Sorry.

Do you ever work nights?

I'm gay.

That's all right, So am I.

[He yelps]

I said gay, not s and m!

Cor.

Thank you. Good morning.

Hello.

Oh, how do?

Thank you.

Hey, hey, what's this?

Right, Alan white, 44.

Teacher from surrey.

Married with an 11 year old son.

In here after crashing his car on the a3.

On the night of may the 1st, 1997

he died after receiving a massive overdose of diamorphine.

This is good!

Did you do it?

Yeah, sort of.

Two other patients died on the same ward

on the same night, Reginald beary and Stuart monkton.

Jack?

Hm?

Oh, sorry I must've dropped off.

Are we working?

Yes. Dr. McKenzie thought it would help you recuperate.

Who?

Dr. McKenzie?

Both monkton and beary were terminally ill.

And their postmortems confirmed

that their deaths were in no way suspicious.

However, it soon became clear

that white had been murdered

when his drip was found to have been interfered with

in the middle of the night.

Can you,

can you just loosen the sheets

on the bottom of my bed, please?

I think I've got a corn coming.

-Two principal suspects- -gently, gently, gently.

Were the duty nurse Sophie oyekambi

and Duncan Freedman, a senior houseman

and the last doctor on call

to see the men earlier in the evening.

Any motive?

That's the problem, there wasn't one.

Both oyekambi and Freedman denied

having anything to do with what happened, obviously.

Nobody was seen to go in or out of the ward that night.

But without DNA or prints,

they couldn't prove that either were responsible

and so in the end, the case was shelved.

Guv, could you move my pillows?

Shut up.

The hospital authorities were less forgiving

and they sacked oyekambi for negligence.

[Brian] So where is she now?

Well, this is interesting.

I've got addresses for most of the people involved,

but even the hyper-efficient Karen hardwick

can't locate oyekambi or Freedman.

But oyekambi's Nigerian, so there's a good chance

she's not even in the country.

I'm gonna go and see white's widow,

I think it's time we let the victim's family

know what we're doing.

Detective chief inspector Karen hardwick?

Yeah, why, do you know her?

[Chuckles] I know her alright.

Oh, Christ, not another one.

No, no, no, no. I worked with her.

If we don't crack this case, she will.

Listen.

Ricky hanson's disappeared.

And I should put a police guard on Jack,

but then I'd have to alert strickland.

I may be paranoid, but I think strickland

has put hardwick into the office

to find out about the crash.

Which means that Jack won't just get sacked,

he'll be up for attempted murder.

So keep an eye on him, eh?

And be careful.

[Tense music]

Sandra.

How are the boys?

Fine, fine, on the mend.

Good.

I rang Shirley white, the dead man's widow.

I left a message, haven't heard back yet.

No joy on oyekambi and Freedman as yet,

but this is ray monkton's address.

He's the son of the man who died of cancer.

He may have remembered something in the meantime.

I understand you know Gerry.

Gerry standing?

[Chuckles] Oh, god.

Oh, he's a shocker, isn't he?

How do you put up with him? [Laughs]

[Cow mooing]

Superintendent Pullman, I presume.

Ray monkton.

I'll wait outside.

I'll be right with you.

I forgot my wellies.

Ah.

Sorry.

It's not exactly herriot country, is it?

Well, it's all part of being a vet, even in essex.

Right.

Let's start again.

Thanks for agreeing to talk to me.

Not at all.

I presume this means you didn't find the guy

who killed the bloke next to my dad.

Alan white, no.

But the case was never closed,

which is why I'm here.

Do you remember the night in question?

Well, you don't tend to forget the night your father died.

Of course not, sorry.

Do you mind telling me what happened?

Well, my mother and I saw my dad around eight.

I drove her to and from the hospital every day

for about two weeks, that night we stayed an hour.

But he wasn't really there anymore,

he was so ill with the medication and so on.

I understand that your mother's no longer alive.

No, she died a couple of years later.

Do you remember anything odd that night on the ward?

In relation to white and beary,

who was the other man who died?

No, white's wife and son, he was just a boy,

they were pretty upset but then so were me and my mum.

When they said the man in the next bed had been killed,

we didn't know what to think.

But the pm on my father said he died from his cancer

so that was that.

Okay, well, thanks very much.

But if you do remember anything, let us know, yeah?

- Sure. - Cheers.

[Tense music]

Aren't they great?

I just cut them from the garden this morning.

Lovely.

Where are you going?

Well, I'm contracted from nine to five.

Yeah, I know, but in ucos

we tend to be a bit more flexible with our hours.

Not me, I'm afraid.

I've usually got something on in the evenings.

African drumming tonight, swimming tomorrow.

Then there's the gym, taekwondo,

an art class I try to fit in, oh and of course Spanish.

I've a villa in malaga.

See you tomorrow.

[Gentle orchestral music]

How did they get on the ward without being seen?

1st of may, 1997.

Cup final?

Solar eclipse?

Earthquake?

Election!

What?

1st of may, 1997,

the night labour got in.

Election night.

What about it?

They'd all have been crowded round their TV sets!

Especially in a hospital.

Doctors, nurses, whole lot of them.

Of course.

No wonder no one saw anyone.

Right, good, now we're getting somewhere.

Well, I'm glad you sorted that out.

[Tense music]

Why aren't you in hospital?

Needed the bed.

It's nice.

[Door knocking]

Ah.

Mrs. White?

Yes?

I'm sorry, we did ring the bell, but there was no answer.

I'm detective superintendent Pullman,

this is Gerry standing.

What's happened?

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

I've never heard of it.

We're reexamining the events

surrounding your husband's death.

Why?

Who decided this?

It's an unsolved killing, Mrs. White.

I don't want to talk about it,

it's too upsetting.

Mrs. White. I appreciate how difficult

-this is for you, but- -no, you don't.

It's too horrible.

I can't, I just can't.

Mrs. White, whoever killed your husband

could still be out there,

it's our duty to bring them in.

We just want to ask you

if you can remember anything at all about the night-

no, I don't want anything to do with it.

Now, go away!

Mrs. White, your son was with you at the hospital,

maybe we could have a word with him.

No.

He's grown up now, Mrs. White.

He can make his own decisions.

Could we have his address, please?

Absolutely not.

I want you to get off my property!

You're trespassing!

This is my home.

Sorry, Mrs. White.

Thanks for your time.

[Tense music]

Mr. Halford.

Where are you going? I'll call you back.

Stop, Mr. Halford!

Abracadabra.

Mr. Halford!

Freedman, d. Here we go.

Yes!

What have we got, we've got Freedman, Freedman.

Personal, I like it, I like it.

Mr. Halford, what do you think you're doing?

What?

Come on, out of here.

Where am I?

Freedman, Freedman.

Resignation, oh yes.

Resignation.

Dear sirs, it is with great regret, yes, we'll have that.

[Jack] I'm so sorry!

I don't know what came over me.

I must've been sleepwalking!

[Nurse] Shh, Mr. Halford.

Thank you so much, nurse.

I don't know what happened.

Are you alright?

Yes, yes, I'm fine, thank you.

Come on, back to bed.

Thank you very much.

Sleep well.

And you.

Good night.

[Gentle music]

Hi.

Sophie oyekambi's present address.

Nigerian expatriates welfare association, I called them.

They rang back with the info in a couple of minutes.

It's just a hunch.

Sophie De what?

The oye is silent.

Still no joy with Dr. Freedman, but I'm working on it.

Gerry standing.

Hey, how are you, Karen?

Landed on your feet here, didn't you?

Yeah.

I see you've added a few personal touches as well.

I suppose you'd prefer beer all over the walls

and six months of fag ash under your feet.

How do you two know each other?

Oh, we worked together on the paedophile unit.

Gerry made me feel very welcome my first day

by trying to chat me up. [Chuckles]

Made everyone laugh.

Did it?

Yes!

I was his new governor. [Laughs]

Come on, Don Juan.

I'll see you later.

Here you go, governor, number six.

[Doorbell ringing]

I am not paying the rent, no.

Not until they fix the hole in the floor

and the smell coming from downstairs, no.

- Sophie oyekambi? - I am not talking to you.

Go away!

We're not here about your flat!

[Gerry yelps]

Go away. Go away or I will call the police.

We are the police.

Hello, Sophie.

Do you wanna put that down?

I like you.

It's a gift.

Why do you want to talk to me?

-We're part of a team- -what is your name?

Gerry standing.

Gerry?

I will answer your questions, Gerry.

Okay, we need to ask you about the night

that Alan white died at St. Edward's hospital-

no! It was not me, why are you blaming me?

I was not the one responsible.

We're not just speaking to you-

I don't talk to you, I only talk to Gerry.

You must ask the questions, then I will answer.

Okay then.

You tell me, where were you that night?

I was in the nurse's station,

next to the ward.

All night?

Yes, of course, all night.

And you didn't see anyone else come into the ward?

Not after the patient's families had left?

No, I was on my own.

So you're saying that you didn't see anything

that happened to Mr. White at all?

You are saying I'm a liar?

No, I'm simply asking how it's possible for you

not to have seen anything.

No, I will not be a scapegoat again.

They fire me just because I'm a nurse.

And because I'm Nigerian and black,

they can just get rid of me.

And all the while, Dr. Freedman escape with nothing.

He keep his job and I am fired!

- Let's calm down, shall we? - No, I won't calm down!

I am a good nurse.

But because of what they do,

I cannot get any work as a nurse at all.

Now I must work in kitchens and cleaning

and all that shit.

All because Freedman and the doctors there

protect each other and talk together lies.

I am a Princess, huh, you know?

I come from a royal family.

I should be living in a palace,

not a shit hole like this.

- Sophie! - Ah, ah.

I am not a liar.

Go away.

I don't wanna talk to you.

And you have disappointed me, Gerry.

I tried to talk to you because you are a nice man.

But I think perhaps you too are full of deceit.

You must leave now.

Go!

[Jack] Mad, angry or mad hatter?

Nah, fantasist.

That's probably how the killer got in unseen.

She was away with the fairies.

What if she's delusional?

She cooperated with the original inquiry.

I mean, no sign of her being off the wall then.

She is now.

And that's why she's top of the list.

Not necessarily.

Dr. Duncan Freedman was suspended

by the hospital authorities for six months in 1999.

Inappropriate conversations

with the relatives of terminally ill patients.

What about?

In actual fact, euthanasia.

A year later, he sent a letter of resignation

to the gmc and stopped operating

as a medical practitioner.

After which he started time to go.

Which is a charity dedicated

to the promotion of voluntary euthanasia.

How did you get all this?

Been digging around, you know.

How did you manage to track her down, by the way?

The mad Princess.

Oh, the Nigerian expatriates welfare association.

I told you Karen was good.

You sure she's about to retire?

Could be strickland is looking to replace all of us.

[Tense music]

[Duncan speaking in French]

I don't remember saying come in.

I don't remember asking.

Detective superintendent Pullman, ucos.

This is Gerry standing.

You're a difficult one to track down. Mr. Freeman.

Doctor.

Only just.

So what can I do to help the custodians of the law?

We're reinvestigating the murder of Alan white.

Ooh.

Time to go.

We're a registered charity dedicated to

advising those people committed to-

voluntary euthanasia, yeah, we know.

Interesting choice of work.

Especially in light of the way Alan white died.

I don't kill people.

My whole raison d'etre is helping people not suffer.

Helping or encouraging?

I happen to believe that people have a right

to end a life of unbearable pain by their own hand.

I'm now at Liberty to help them travel to a country

where they can act upon that ethical belief.

You sure you didn't act upon that ethical belief

10 years ago?

I had nothing to do with what happened back then.

No.

Sophie oyekambi says you let her carry the can for that one.

Oh, is that where this is coming from?

From her? Did she tell you I killed white?

Whoa.

I do hope you're more calm when you're discussing matters

in your professional capacity.

I have nothing further to say to you.

Goodbye.

Don't go anywhere for the next few days, will you?

Doctor.

[Jack gasps]

No!

No!

- [Tense music] - [Engine revving]

[Tyres screeching]

- No! - Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack!

You were shouting.

Brian.

What happened in the car park?

What happened with hanson?

Tell me.

You tried to kill him, Jack.

You tried to run him down.

Sandra drove into you to stop you.

Why?

Why would...

He killed Mary.

Brian.

He killed my Mary.

Thanks very much, friend.

Hi, can I help you?

I don't think so.

Hello, operator?

Yeah, can I make a reverse charge call please,

to miss, no, no, better make that Ms. Sandra Pullman.

A number? Yes.

The number's...

Bloody hell!

[Operator] Hello?

Hello? Hello?

[Tense music]

Jack.

Hmm?

Jack.

Say hello to the wife.

[Jack struggling]

[He yelps]

[Brian groans]

Nothing like a breath of fresh air.

Brian.

What the hell happened last night?

Ricky hanson killed Mary.

It was him who ran her down.

That's why Jack tried to repay the compliment.

[Gerry sighs]

Oh my god.

[Door knocking]

Am I in the right shop?

My my.

Aren't we smart?

You know, hitting hanson with that oxygen cylinder

was extraordinarily invigorating.

Top man.

Should've knocked his bleeding head off.

You can't possibly be that stupid.

Hanson's been charged with attempted murder.

He's in police custody as we speak,

what do you think he's telling them?

Strickland already thinks

there's something dodgy about the car crash,

which is why he planted a spy in the office.

We're buggered.

What do you mean, we're buggered?

Jack, us three are accessories after the fact.

Strickland could have us up for

aiding and abetting, perverting the course of justice.

Didn't ask you to come and stop me.

You were gonna kill him!

Self defence.

At the wheel of a car?

Maybe they won't find out.

We've gotta make sure they don't.

Exactly.

Yeah, but if they do, we could go to prison.

We'd be shown to be corrupt and, of course,

there'd be no more ucos.

There is one solution.

Hanson.

He's in police custody.

And?

No better place.

It was a joke.

Oh, bloody hell, Jack, why did you have to do it?

Brian?

He killed my wife.

Sorry.

Duncan Freedman rang, wanted to apologise,

he said you'd taken him by surprise.

So I was finally able to check him out.

Time to go is totally legit,

registered with the charity commission in 2001.

He's got a house in acton,

two other properties abroad,

divorced nine years ago,

two daughters he never sees, apparently.

Sorry it's a bit sketchy, but I only had half an hour.

Blimey, you lot have been in the wars.

Oh, yeah, Karen hardwick.

Jack halford.

Hendon 1978, best lecture in practical policing

I've ever heard.

Thank you.

Brian Lane.

Memory Lane.

It's privilege.

And I tried to recreate your desk

exactly as you left it, I hope it's okay.

Will you excuse me?

I'm just on my way to the loo.

So.

How much do you think she heard?

I told you, she's a plant.

So what do we do?

We go back to work.

Now, which is my desk?

Thank you.

Hi.

Beautiful animal.

Very beautiful, very expensive animal.

Do you ride?

Are you joking? I used to pray for one.

Do your kids ride?

No, no, don't have kids,

never married.

Don't suppose you've had any more thoughts

about the night in question, have you?

No, I...

Do you remember the nurse who was on duty?

She was black. Nigerian.

Yeah, I do remember her.

She was very excitable.

Are you allowed to say that?

Definitely, I've met her.

But nice, her and the doctor.

Freedman?

So they were on the ward together?

Yeah, I remember they were very pally.

Laughed a lot.

Laughed a lot?

It was quite nice, really,

it lifted the mood in a strange kind of way.

She was pretty gorgeous, actually.

Hello Sophie, thanks for coming in.

I came only because your man said

Gerry will be here.

Hello, Sophie.

Gerry is a nice man.

-Sophie, Sandra needs you -never thought

- I'd hear that said. - To answer some questions.

See, the thing is, Sophie,

since I last spoke to you,

I've been talking to people who remember you.

What people?

They said you were very beautiful.

Yes.

I was.

You still are, Sophie.

I am a shadow of my former self. [Laughs]

But then...

Back then.

Men. [Chuckles]

Duncan Freedman?

I don't wanna talk about that man.

I've been told that you and he were friends,

that you liked him, he liked you.

Is that the reason you're so angry, Sophie?

Because you got punished?

I mean, you were good friends, but you took all the blame.

Sophie, did you see Duncan Freedman at all that night?

After he finished his rounds?

I don't care about Duncan Freedman.

Shh, shh, shh.

Really?

He's a handsome man.

I reckon he must've been

a really good looking bloke back then, yeah?

He was.

Sophie, were you and Duncan Freedman lovers?

[She sobs]

He was chicken with hat on rice,

make good fly to live in bucket.

- Sophie? - Jesus.

- Get help! - Sophie?

- Okay, breathe, Sophie. - [Alarm ringing]

Whoa!

Okay, I'll be back in a moment, alright?

[Sandra] Walk along, then go to the lift.

There's a lift just along the way.

Hi.

What you saw was probably a complex partial seizure.

Form of epilepsy.

The fits can vary in severity

from tiny incidents of just a few seconds to,

well, quite long lasting incidents.

How often do they occur?

Seizures may come and go.

They may disappear for quite long periods.

The sufferer may even be unaware they've had an attack.

But can they do anything?

Well, they can appear to continue to function

and perform routine tasks,

but not specific ones.

Like administering diamorphine?

I very much doubt it.

Can we speak to her?

Sure, she's fine now, but,

keep it short and try not to let her get too excited.

Hang onto that.

Sophie.

You scared the life out of me.

I scare a lot of people.

I take it no one knew about you and Duncan Freedman?

He was married.

Sophie, were you together

on the night that the three men died?

No.

A lot of nights we used to make love.

But to tell you the truth,

on this night, we didn't.

He wasn't there.

I only remember being in the ward

and finding the three men dead.

So I hit the panic button.

Then when they were saying it was murder,

I was so scared!

Because I did not know if I was the one

who did this thing.

And because they could prove that I had.

But even though no one was accused of the killing,

I was the one who was fired.

So afterwards,

when I need a job, I ask Duncan for help.

But he did nothing.

Nothing to help at all!

I think we should call a halt.

Well, I think you should tell her

that she couldn't have done it.

You didn't kill Alan white.

[Emotional music]

It's true.

Sophie, did Freedman know that you used to have fits?

I don't know, I don't think so.

Did you know?

Okay.

Thank you.

Bye bye, Sophie.

Cheers.

So the epilepsy would explain why she didn't see anything.

Also why she never said anything,

if the hospital knew, she'd have lost her job.

Not that it did her any good.

They still gave her the bullet.

No wonder she's bitter.

She only thinks Freedman didn't know about her illness.

What if he did?

Let's find out.

You two can try and track down young master white.

Thought you were getting Karen to do that.

She only works nine to five.

[Gerry chuckles]

Will this take long?

I'll be brief.

When we spoke the other day,

you failed to mention something

rather important regarding Sophie oyekambi.

What, to be precise?

Your affair, to be precise.

Pretty gutless,

letting Sophie take the can for white's death.

Especially seeing how sick she was.

What do you mean sick?

Epilepsy.

I take it you've heard of it, you are a doctor.

Well, Sophia oyekambi is a sufferer.

Since when?

Since before you knew her,

and I don't mean biblically.

I don't believe you.

No, Mr. Freedman, I don't believe you.

The fact is Sophie may well have had an attack

on the night white died, which means

she may well have been speaking the truth

when she said she didn't see his killer.

Which in turn puts you right back in the frame

as a prime suspect.

That's ridiculous.

Look, if I had overdosed anybody,

it would have been the other two.

They were terminally ill, not white.

I didn't kill that man!

I didn't see Sophie that night.

I wasn't there.

So where were you?

Seeing somebody else.

Somebody else?

Another woman.

Why didn't you tell the original murder team?

Because it would have wrecked my career

if it had got out.

So you were seeing another woman

whilst you were seeing Sophie?

No, no, that's fine. Thank you.

How'd it go?

Freedman was definitely not at the hospital that night.

Shirley white's son was called Tony,

but I'm damned if I can find an address for him.

'Cause he don't have one.

Hm?

Tony white hasn't got an address

because he's dead.

He died in 2000, aged 14.

Read all about it.

Why didn't you tell us about Tony, Mrs. White?

Must've known we'd find out eventually.

How do you talk about the death of the person you love?

I mean, how do you begin to discuss the suicide

of your only child?

Sorry, we have no choice.

You found him, right?

It was at our old house, in the garden.

He'd hanged himself.

From an apple tree.

Why? Why did he do it?

Did he leave a note?

I destroyed it.

What did it say?

Was there anything in it about his father's death?

Mrs. White, did Tony's decision to kill himself

have anything to do with what happened to your husband?

I have to know the answer to this, it's vital.

Did Tony kill his father?

No, of course not.

What did the note say?

Mrs. White,

can you show me a photo of your husband?

You don't have any out.

No.

You destroyed those too, didn't you?

You didn't know.

You didn't know until Tony died.

No.

What, know what?

Is that what was in the note?

Her husband and her son.

Mrs. White, I've worked on cases like this before,

more than I like to remember.

And I know that even though the abuse may stop,

for the abused,

sometimes the torment never does.

I can't forgive him.

I can't ever forget what he did to my lovely boy.

- [She sobs] - [Sombre string music]

Alan white was a teacher.

But we now know something

that the original murder team didn't.

He was a paedophile.

So we ought to check into his past,

where he taught, at what age groups,

and for how long.

Excuse me.

But surely the original murder team did that.

No, they'd only have checked out

with the people he'd fallen out with, you know?

Arguments, et cetera.

I'm talking about children.

People who are so scared, they won't say anything.

[Brian] Ta.

Yeah, but he probably taught hundreds,

maybe thousands of kids before he died.

That's a full scale operation,

you're talking 70, 80 detectives

working full time around the clock.

I've got this.

I did it when I came on board.

Alan white taught in four schools in London,

Hertfordshire, and essex.

Essex.

Yes, foxhall in essex.

Cheers.

Hi.

Sorry you've had to wait.

That's alright, quite understand.

These are three colleagues of mine, I hope you don't mind.

- How do? - Hiya.

I meant to ask you, but I forgot.

Where did you go to school?

Colchester.

That was when you were 13.

What about before then?

From 11 to 13, I was at school in foxhall.

We only stayed for about 18 months, we moved after that.

When we spoke before,

why didn't you mention that you knew Alan white?

That he taught you, in fact,

at bringsill school in foxhall?

Well, you never asked.

How about 10 years ago? Did they ask you then?

No.

Alan white's son committed suicide in 2000.

Yeah, I remember reading about it.

Presumably he killed himself

because he couldn't live with the memory

of what happened to him.

He'd been abused by his father.

Hmm.

Well, I can imagine how that might destroy

an impressionable young child.

If someone was abused, aged 11, say, 12, 13,

that child's hardly ever likely to forget

what was done to them, are they?

You'd have to be a very strong-willed individual

to be able to rebuild your shattered life,

make something of it, wouldn't you?

Yeah.

But then, some people do recover.

No.

I don't think a person like that ever recovers.

Especially if they come face to face

with the man responsible.

And I can quite understand how that person might

want to kill them.

Particularly if they had a professional understanding

of how it might be done.

But then, this is all hypothetical.

Now, unless you have any other questions

I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave.

I have a very busy practise.

I guess I'm very fortunate,

being able to do the thing I love.

But then in the absence of any family,

it's hardly surprising that my work is everything to me.

[Sandra] I'm sorry, sir.

- Sorry? - I know it's

very unsatisfactory, I mean there's no doubt in my mind,

well, our minds, actually, what happened,

but I honestly think that in a case like this,

no further action should be taken.

I agree.

Sir, you have to understand that I wouldn't normally-

I said I agree.

I agree that in a case like this, we should do nothing.

Sometimes, very occasionally, that's the best we can do.

Well done, all of you.

-Karen- -sir?

About the crash.

In the car park, Ricky hanson-

tried to kill you, yes I know, Jack.

It's been made clear to me

that he's long considered you a man

too dangerous to his activities to allow you to live.

Even in semi-retirement.

All I can say is how sorry I am

that we didn't work harder to protect you.

Karen?

That's fabulous.

[Emotional orchestral music]

What?

You think I'm going to destroy

the reputation of a man like Jack halford?

A copper with two commendations for bravery

as well as the queen's police medal?

A man whose voice I could still recognise

even after 25 years?

I don't think so.

Then what's that?

Oh, this.

This is just all the bumf on my place in Spain.

Any of you ever want somewhere to go for a few days,

you're more than welcome.

I'm off.

Where to?

Malaga.

As of 10 minutes ago, I'm officially retired.

Adios.

Governor?

Can I have a week off?

No.

♪ It's alright, it's okay ♪

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

♪ it's all right, I say it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ it's all right, doing fine ♪

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

♪ it's all right, I say it's okay ♪

♪ we're getting to the end of day ♪

♪ high tech, low tech, take your pick ♪

♪ but you can't teach an old dog a brand new trick ♪

♪ I don't care what anybody says ♪