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A thousand uniform officers have gone already.

It stands to reason there's going to be more redundancies.

Yeah, you're right. You're being paranoid.

Paranoid, me?

Just because we're paranoid, doesn't mean they're not out to get us!

Guv'nor. Have you seen this?

Don't read the sports pages, Gerry.

It's not about football, it's about us.

A spokesman for the metropolitan police said

the force will have to make further substantial savings.

They mean cuts. I think efficiencies is the term of the moment.

Nothing to do with us.

Gerry and Brian seem to think ucos is in the firing line.

I doubt it. Well, it is possible!

Ooh, anything's possible, Gerry.

There should be a call for direct action - the withdrawal of labour.

Police officers can't strike, Brian.

If it comes to us, we're not officially police officers. Exactly.

We've got to decide what we're going to do. I've got an idea.

What's that?

Why don't we stop worrying about things that might never happen

and just get on with our job?

♪ 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.

♪ Getting to the end of the day. ♪

March 5, 2004, 6.10pm.

A body was found in a west London alleyway.

The death was caused by a blunt-force trauma to the head,

consistent with a fight and a fall.

The victim was a white male,

aged between 20 to 30 years.

That's pretty much as far as they got.

Am I boring you, Brian?

Sorry. No, not at all.

I'm just a bit tired.

No ID, no wallet...

Sounds like a robbery to me.

Yeah, except he was still wearing a fairly expensive watch.

They checked missing persons? They did,

but couldn't find a match. No-one came forward to identify the victim.

However, more recently, it's featured as one of 70 or so cases

on a website called not ever forgotten.

Do you know it? Yes, it's part of a global network.

They harness the power of the Internet

to help solve unexplained disappearances, unsolved cases.

That's all you need! A bunch of amateurs playing detective!

So, what exactly did we get from this website?

According to one of its users, our victim is Christopher Collins.

So, if they're right, we've got a name.

I love true crime.

I always take a pile of books on holiday with me.

It's fascinating what people do,

but horrible as well. Well, we know what people do.

Yes, of course.

You must see some things.

How long did Collins work here, mrs Carlisle?

Lisa, please. About six months.

The exact dates are down there.

The last day we saw him was march 5.

That was the day he died.

What exactly did he do here?

He was a mechanic.

I didn't see much of him.

I work in the office. I don't spend much time in the garage.

Too much testosterone?

Yes, and the calendars on every wall. Is there anybody here who knew him better than you did?

You should speak to my husband.

John owns this place.

Do you want to come with me?

John.

He certainly knew his way around an engine. I remember that about him.

So, you must have been sad to see him go, then?

A mechanic has a transferable skill,

they can usually find work if they want to move on.

Did Collins ever give any indication that he was going to move on?

I don't think so.

Did he ever mention any problems or was worried about anything?

I don't mean to sound harsh,

but I run a business here.

Not a counselling service.

What about before he came here? Any idea where he lived, or worked?

I really can't tell you.

He didn't ask for any references?

I asked him to strip the gearbox down and put it back together again.

That's all I needed to know. Fair enough.

The problem is, we need to find a member of his family,

so at least they can claim the body.

What happened to his body?

Victims who aren't identified simply end up in a local unmarked grave,

so anything you can tell us would be extremely helpful.

Well, you ought to talk to one of our mechanics, Jason. Jason hibbert.

He was here when Collins was, so probably knew him best. Where can we find him?

He's picking up an s-class in maidenhead at the moment.

Be back this afternoon.

Who found the body?

Brian?

Yeah? Who found the body?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Sorry.

An Alice west.

She worked at a hotel,

called the maybrooke,

that backed onto the alley where he was found.

What is it Brian? Too many late nights?

I'm just not sleeping properly.

It's driving me mad. And Esther.

I keep moving around and waking her up.

Take a pill! No! I'm not taking any more drugs.

I need to stay sharp.

Anyway, you never know what the side effects might be.

I usually find that a glass of hot milk works for me,

but you need to put a little honey in it.

Or a handful of sesame and sunflower seeds. That always helps.

Any more suggestions?

Warm clothes?

What does that even mean?

Y'know, straight out of the tumble dryer.

Or you can bung a few things in the microwave, for a couple of minutes.

What the hell do you do with the warm clothes?

Just put 'em all over you!

Sort of snuggle up!

What? Dunno why, but it seems to work for me!

Now we've dealt with Brian's insomnia, can we move on?

Well, we know that Collins wasn't staying at the hotel.

The original team checked that.

We've got a list of the guests here and his name's definitely not on it.

Did this Alice west see anybody else at the scene of the crime?

No, but she saw a car parked in the alley.

He was still breathing, so she went in to phone for an ambulance.

When she came back again, the car was gone.

She didn't get a good look at the driver

and even her description of the vehicle was vague,

so not good enough to trace it.

Nobody else came forward with any information.

Why don't you and Brian go to the hotel and see if Alice west's still working there?

I only went outside to have a quick fag. Don't do that any more, I've given up.

Good for you. Wish I'd done it sooner,

then it wouldn't have been me who found him.

I wasn't even on a break.

I was waiting for a guy in the restaurant to leave his table, so I could reset it.

He kept ordering more coffee. He was sat over there.

He must have had five cups!

I just thought I would have a couple of puffs, get back, but...

I didn't even get to light it, because...

As soon as I got outside, that's when I saw...

Mr Collins.

I didn't know that was his name. Not until you just told me.

I knew he was hurt, though.

He had blood coming from his nose

and he was making this noise.

A horrible noise, like a wounded animal.

So I ran inside, told Maureen -

she was working on reception - to call an ambulance.

I went back outside again.

I was only gone a minute, but...

He wasn't making any noise any more.

Just lying there.

Perhaps you could show us where exactly.

It's just this way. Sorry about the bags.

He was over here. Lying on his back.

His head, sort of twisted, y'know?

Looking over in this direction, as if he was looking straight at me.

I could see right into his eyes, as if he was pleading, "help me, help me!"

It was... I really don't want to think about it.

What about the car you saw?

That was parked up against the wall by the end there.

And you were stood there?

Yeah. You say you didn't get a good look at the driver?

No. At least, maybe...

I don't know.

I know I don't remember what they looked liked, though. Ok.

Let's get back to the car.

You told the first detectives it was probably blue?

Dark blue. Or maybe black.

Like I said at the time, it could have been an estate

or one of those off-road thingies.

I don't really know much about cars.

The truth is,

I wasn't really looking at the car or who was in it.

I was looking at him.

Radio plays

Jason.

Jason!

Detective superintendent Pullman

and Gerry standing. I'll... I'll leave you to it. Ok?

That's fine, thank you. Thank you.

We'd like to talk to you about Christopher Collins.

Yeah, John explained.

I suppose you know about my record?

Yeah, one conviction for assault.

15 years ago, and before you ask, the boss knows about it too.

That's not what we're here to talk about.

But he said you knew Collins best.

I suppose that's true, I wouldn't say we were that close though.

What about outside of work?

We had the odd drink,

I went to his flat a few times.

Sounds like you saw a lot of each other?

Off and on, really.

The problem was, I was married and he definitely wasn't, if you know what I mean.

What? He was gay?

Far from it!

Oh, you mean he liked the ladies?

And they liked him too! He looked the part and he was a nice guy.

Anyone in particular?

No, I don't think so. I think that was the point really.

Did he live with anyone? No.

All on his own in a council place.

Nice though. Three bedrooms, balcony...

What about at work? Did you notice him having any problems?

No, nothing like that.

The boss is a decent guy. Everyone gets on with the job.

Yeah, but what about when he disappeared?

Didn't you think it was odd that he just dropped out of sight?

I suppose I should have at the time, but I don't really...

He gave me the impression he had other things going on.

What sort of other things? He never said and I never pushed him.

When he left, I figured that whatever it was had come in.

Something back in basingstoke. Why basingstoke?

That's where he came from. I think that's what he told me.

If there's anything else we can do.

John, I've got Mark Turner on the phone. I've got to take this.

Thanks for all your help.

I've got three ex-wives. I can't imagine working with them.

Maybe that's where you went wrong. Maybe.

So Collins worked here for six months and nobody seems to know anything about him.

We do know one thing - he was lucky. How do you work that out?

How else does a single man get a three-bedroom council flat?

Yeah.

I can't find any trace of Collins in basingstoke. Me neither.

Where he worked, lived, nothing. Bank details?

His wages were paid into a local branch in slough.

The account was only opened six months before he died.

About the same time he started working at the garage.

It's like he appeared one day out of nowhere. Sounds like he's hiding from somebody.

Except then you throw in the three-bedroom council flat,

which he couldn't have got without help, sounds more like someone was hiding him.

I'll make some calls in the morning to confirm it.

What would you do if they do close us down?

They've got to make cuts somewhere.

They might treat us as an easy target. With our track record?

They wouldn't dare! What difference does that make?!

It doesn't matter to me, but you might find yourself in a very awkward situation.

What would you do? I haven't thought about it, Jack.

I think it's about time you did!

I mean, they could shove you into the nearest vacancy,

you could end up anywhere.

Talk to strickland, put a few feelers out.

See if there's anything you haven't been told. Ok

I'm sure there's nothing it. They'd tell you all if there was.

Oh, don't be naive. We'd be the last people to find out.

Worrying about ucos isn't going to help you with getting to sleep.

I wish you'd at least consider my suggestion. I have considered it.

Mary Blyth hasn't had a single cigarette

since she finished her course. He comes very highly recommended.

Go on, he's a quack!

This guy does not do stage show, ok?

He's a highly qualified therapist.

I bet he sells snake oil at weekends.

We've got to do something, Brian, we can't go on like this.

Yeah, I'm working on it!

You've already tried the hot milk. The honey's the important bit.

The natural sugar stimulates serotonin and induces a calm

and peaceful state.

Are you thinking about feeding the birds, as well?

These are sesame and sunflower seeds.

They're both excellent sources of magnesium,

which is proved to be a muscle relaxant.

And you're calling him a quack!?

Ew!

He sighs

Washing machine whirs

Washing machine pings

What are you do...

What on earth are you doing?!

Oh, it was Jenny's idea. Of course it was.

I'm making you and appointment.

Morning!

Who the hell is Thomas barton?

The real name of our victim. We were right, he was being hidden.

He was in the witness protection programme. Urgh!

And nobody noticed he'd gone missing? Apparently not.

Who was he giving evidence against? A gang of six, led by Derek Robinson.

Robinson? Smiley Robinson! What's that...? 2003?

He got a 25-year stretch for drug smuggling.

Took a nine month sting to even put him in the same place as the coke.

He had a team at felixstowe docks to get stuff through customs.

That's where barton came in. He worked as a mechanic there, servicing machinery.

And was he in Robinson's operation? Not according to the report.

He was an ordinary guy who decided to do the right thing.

Look where that got him.

This all happened well before my time here.

The witness protection unit is now a well-oiled machine.

You didn't have any contact with barton, which is why we'd like to speak to his handler.

That's not possible. Barton was dealt with by a ds called Andrew Hughes.

He no longer works for us. What can you tell us? Whatever's in his file.

Tell me where you'd like to start.

Barton should have been flagged on the system. I agree...

If the operation had known his identity, they might have made some progress. I appreciate...

So why wasn't he flagged? Anything connected with this office is a delicate matter.

It's a murder investigation. Delicate doesn't come into it.

From what I can gather, there was a period in late 2003

when concerns were raised about information integrity.

Information integrity?! What the hell is that? I think he means they had a leak.

Chuckles

what?

Well, according to this,

the jury had to be sent out of court

because Robinson started singing in the dock!

Singing? Yeah!

While barton was giving evidence against him,

Robinson burst into a well-known Vera Lynn classic!

Don't tell me, we'll meet again.

Yeah! It's all right, Gerry, I get the picture.

Obviously things have tightened up considerably since then.

The horse and the stable door spring to mind.

What made the department think there was a leak?

To my predecessor's shame, the identities of witnesses from various cases were compromised.

Sounds more probably than possible to me.

These people are meant to be protected. We ask them to risk their lives by giving evidence

and then you don't even notice when one of them disappears.

The fact that barton appears to have slipped through a crack

is obviously regrettable but, as I said, I wasn't personally involved.

Yes, you've made that crystal clear.

There was a full investigation and nothing was ever proven.

So how far did this investigation get?

Each member of our staff was assessed. All our systems were analysed and overhauled.

Every facet of our operation was dissected.

I can assure you that it was a very thorough job.

He wouldn't know a thorough job if it bit him on the bum!

Yeah, but if there was a leak, it would explain how barton was found.

Is it impossible that Hughes could be the source?

If they had any evidence they'd have charged him, but I wouldn't rule it out.

Even if he wasn't he might be able to tell us what was going on.

Like if barton was having problems. If he knew someone had found him, he might have gone to Hughes for help.

Of course we do know who would have been looking for him.

Who? I'm not here to mess around, mr Robinson. How disappointing.

When I started out, that's all female coppers were there for.

That and to make the tea. How times have changed. Not for the better.

Back then, we all knew where we stood. Tell us about Thomas barton.

That name does sound familiar.

If you don't want to answer, I'll have to assume you were involved in his murder.

I'll take that as yes then. We're leaving. Don't go.

I mean, we haven't got to know each other properly yet.

I enjoy a bit of company, especially when it's wearing a skirt.

I don't get out as much as I'd like. Should be used to that by now.

You never get used to it. My kids are growing up.

My wife is getting old.

My whole life is passing me by.

Rumour is you're still running your own business.

You don't want to believe everything you hear. What about what we read?

I'm going to need more than that to go on. I looked at the case files.

I enjoyed the description of you serenading barton in the witness box.

I've got quite a voice when I get warmed up!

Mostly the classics - Sinatra, Bacharach, a bit of Matt monro.

Of course, you had to be there to get the full effect.

I think we got the gist of it. You wanted barton dead for what he did.

And you were going to make sure you found him again.

Thomas barton? Yeah, turns out that was his real name.

He was relocated as part of the witness protection scheme.

Did he ever seem nervous to any of you?

Like he was worried about something?

Huh. Did I say something funny?

No. It's just he really wasn't the nervous type.

The guy had front, whatever he was doing.

Did anyone ever come here looking for him?

No, no, nothing like that.

Mr Carlisle.

Er... well, it wasn't that exactly,

it's probably nothing.

Why don't you tell us anyway?

Well, he did ask about a client he'd seen in the office once.

Wanted to know the guy's name.

Who was this client?

Can't remember.

Anyway, after I told him,

Collins, barton... Sorry, getting confused.

..Er, well he seemed ok again.

But you think he mistook the client for somebody else.

Well, that's what it seemed like, yeah.

You still pull all the string, mr Robinson, and even banged up in here, you've got a long reach.

Well, that's very sweet but I think you're giving me a little too much credit.

But you don't deny you wanted barton dead?

Now, there wouldn't be much point in that now, would there?

Oh, I see, well, we must have got it wrong then.

You're actually a reformed character.

I've seen the error of my ways.

I've repented, made peace with the world.

You think you've got away with it, but you are so wrong.

Don't tell me what I think.

In here, I'm told when to when to eat, when to sleep,

and when to crap!

But the one thing nobody can tell me is what I think.

Yeah.

Yeah, I think I wanted barton dead.

But then I think...

We don't always get what we want,

do we, detective superintendent?

Not always.

Every now and then.

I wasn't the only one that barton put away.

If that's an accusation, you have to be more specific.

It's not an accusation.

It's just a fact.

Barton's evidence put six men inside, but only one of them was out of prison when he was killed.

Anthony Walters. He was one of the drivers on Robinson's crew.

He only served 18 months.

Sorry, lads. Not tonight. Is your name Anthony Walters?

It doesn't matter who gave you my name, I can't let you in. Not even with this?

Two minutes.

Electronic music plays loudly

You're wasting your time. I've got nothing to say about barton.

Not even a bad word or two?

It's his evidence that put you inside. That was a long time ago.

I moved here to put it behind me. I've got a new life. I can see that.

It must have been tough getting your sia licence with a serious conviction on your record.

You do have your sia licence, don't you, Anthony?

I've got a little boy. I'm trying to earn a living. We'll take that as no then.

The bad news is that working the doors without a licence is illegal.

The good news is it's not our area of interest.

Unless of course we decide to become interested.

I can't say I'm surprised someone killed barton.

There was a long list of people that wanted him dead.

You were pretty near the top. I wasn't on it at all.

And I never saw him again after the trial. You must have been angry.

Why? I could have got off. I chose not to.

What do you mean? You were offered a deal to testify?

You lot were desperate to put Robinson away. That's all that mattered.

I was told to think about it. I did, for a minute.

But if you'd said yes, you could have avoided going inside.

I did 18 months.

If I'd given evidence against Robinson, it would be like doing a life sentence.

Every day, looking over my shoulder.

I didn't want to live like that, so I kept my mouth shut.

Unlike barton. That was his choice.

Hughes left his job at witness protection in April 2004,

a month after barton was killed.

Where'd he go? There's no record of him getting another job.

The address they gave me was out of date. I tracked him down through the electoral roll. I'll get my bag.

Is now a good time? We were just leaving. I'll come back.

No. Come into my office. Ok.

I'll wait then(!)

It sounds ridiculous, but I thought I'd ask anyway.

Does sound ridiculous, doesn't it? Not entirely, I'm afraid.

You mean ucos is under threat? Everything's under threat.

Half the force spends more time looking for savings than criminals.

The other half is worried they'll be forced to retire.

Spain will become so popular, they'll rename it costa del cop.

I'll try to remember and avoid that. Some units might disappear.

Others will have to cut their cloth. You mean lose personnel? Possibly.

If that's judged to be the best use of resources. I would find that unacceptable.

This is a macro issue, not a micro one.

This goes far higher than me, higher than the person above me.

Can't you at least find out if we're being talked about?

I'll twist some arms...

See what I can pick up.

He's certainly done all right for himself.

Especially for a man with no visible means of support.

Excuse me. Can I help you? Andrew Hughes? Yeah.

Are you sure I can't get you anything? Coffee, tea, soft drink?

No, I'm fine. Not for me, thanks.

Do you like it? To be honest, I don't really know.

I suppose that makes it thought provoking. What do you think?

I think it looks expensive.

It was. One of those things I just had to have.

Just like this house. And those cars outside.

I thought you wanted to talk to me about Thomas barton. We do.

Barton's dead. I didn't know. What happened?

He was murdered by somebody he gave evidence against.

The question is, how did they find him?

That information would be worth an awful lot of money.

You think I was paid for information.

You think that's where all this comes from?

You don't work, mr Hughes, so that's one possibility.

What am I looking at?

The other possibility. My wife, Vicky.

This is really nice. Vicky is a Reilly, as in Reilly's auction house.

She runs it, now her father's retired. And you just stay at home?

I look after the kids.

It's not that unusual.

Take us back to witness protection, mr Hughes. Thank you. I did my job, I did everything I could.

But you didn't even notice barton was missing. We couldn't babysit people 24/7.

It's not like in the movies. There's no big house or armed guards.

We heard there was a suspected leak.

There's always a suspected leak. It's the kind of place it is. Security conscious? Paranoid.

That can be a useful quality, but in this instance it went too far.

There was never a leak. People just got careless.

Some people can leave their old lives behind, others can't.

The isolation gets to them, so they try to make contact with someone.

An old friend or family member, then all bets are off.

Barton didn't have any close family. Not strictly true. He had a half-brother living in Canada.

With barton, it wouldn't have been a person he missed, more a way of life.

As a mechanic in the docks?

He was a criminal. What do you mean? Importing drugs.

I don't understand. We were led to believe he wasn't involved.

Oh, he was involved! Why isn't it in the case files?

It's against cps policy to do a deal that involves no jail time.

Barton wouldn't have talked if it meant spending a night inside.

I'm not saying he was top of the food chain, but he was halfway up.

He was ambitious. Look at his relationship with Robinson's daughter.

Robinson's daughter? Caroline. The apple of her father's eye.

They were an item. There was a rumour

they were going to get married. He would have ended up criminal royalty.

Instead of working in a garage in slough. Certainly not the life he'd have wanted.

Maybe this is what I should do. What? If ucos gets cut.

You mean find a rich woman to keep you in the style to which you are not accustomed?

What's so funny about that? Nothing. You're a real catch. Get in.

I'm sure it's just a phase.

I'll be through it any time now.

Probably tonight.

I'm already feeling a bit tired now I think about it.

Door opens

Brian Lane.

Either you go through that door or you're sleeping on the sofa tonight.

I'll slip a disc if I sleep on that sofa.

Well, it's your choice.

This way, please.

Before we start, I want to make one thing very clear.

Whatever happens, I'm not shutting my eyes.

Chuckles

Hypnotherapy comes in many different guises, mr Lane.

What I'd like to do first is get you to relax.

That's easier said than done! Let's give it a try.

How did you come here today? What's that got to do with anything?

I'm just making conversation. I came on a bus.

Unusually, it was an orange bus. I've never seen one before.

An orange bus?! That's right.

But I don't want you to think about that.

We could start off with some breathing exercises.

Me breathing's fine! I'm sure it is, but if you could just follow me.

Inhale.

And exhale.

Inhale.

And exhale.

As you exhale, the muscles in your chest relax

and we're going to hitch a ride on that natural moment of relaxation.

Inhale.

And exhale.

What are you thinking about?

What's going through your mind? If you must know, it's that bloody orange bus!

That's because I told you not to. Can't get it out of my head.

It's the same principle when you're trying to sleep. You're telling yourself to do something

and that has the knock-on effect of it becoming the last thing you can do.

So... inhale,

and exhale.

Inhale...

I spoke to my father. I wondered how long it'd take you to get to me.

Detective superintendent Pullman. This is Gerry standing. Dad taught me to recognise a copper.

What else did he teach you? Not to speak to them.

But I decided to ignore that lesson.

We understand you were close to Thomas barton.

If I'd have married Tommy, I'd have made my bed.

I know I had a lucky escape. It must have made you angry.

The man you were in love with betraying your father.

My father understood the game. He played it his whole life.

I didn't love Tommy. It wouldn't have lasted.

I knew Tommy was selfish. Everything was about him, what he wanted.

He had the charm to get away with that. For a while at least.

When did you last see him?

Couple of hours before my father was arrested.

Tommy knew exactly what was about to happen,

but he asked me where I'd like to have dinner.

He didn't even miss a beat.

And you've never had any contact since?

No, of course not.

I certainly didn't go looking for him and he never came looking for me.

Would you have told your father if he had?

You mean, would I have asked my father to kill him?

If you like.

You want to know if I was angry.

Well, the truth is I wasn't.

I didn't care enough about Tommy to be angry.

Does that answer your question?

Orange buses and explaining how to get air into me own lungs.

I might as well have taken the money and flushed it down the toilet.

I thought he seemed very good.

Good?! He's Mickey mouse!

I've a good mind to report him

for violation of the trade descriptions act.

You've got to give him a chance. Three sessions, he said.

Mary had at least six.

When have you booked your next session?

Brian?

You did book your next session, didn't you?

Morning. Brian. Bright and early, Brian.

I've had me first good night's sleep in a month. Glad to hear it. Was it the warm clothes? It was not.

Ah. What?

I'm going through all the prison visitors Robinson's had since before barton got killed.

It's the same old friends, family, associates.

But down here, I've found a name we do know. Anthony Walters.

Walters visited Robinson in prison? He wouldn't be that stupid.

He visited another bloke in the same Nick, so he could get a message to Robinson.

To let him know he'd seen barton. Exactly.

You told me you'd leave me alone.

We had a deal. I don't make deals,

but if I made an exception, it would be based on you telling me the truth.

Which so far, you haven't managed. Tell us about your prison visit.

I didn't see Robinson. Maybe not, but you saw someone on his wing.

All I've tried to do is keep my nose clean. If that's the truth, you've nothing to worry about.

Even if it's not, you're better off talking to us.

Barton came to see me.

I didn't look for him, he just turned up like nothing had happened. What did he want?

He wanted me to get back into the drugs game.

He told me he was setting up a deal.

He was working on getting a supplier on board.

He was ready to go.

I said no. Of course I did.

I wasn't interested, not now and not then.

I warned him that there'd be trouble if he got involved again.

But you gave the information to Robinson.

I didn't want anything to do with either of them.

Not barton or Robinson.

But if somebody found out I'd seen barton and not said anything...

Robinson would have come after you.

Finally. The penny's dropped. I wouldn't try and be too clever.

If Robinson arranged barton's murder using your information, you could be charged as an accessory.

No way. That's not possible. You told Robinson where he could find barton. No, I didn't know.

When I said I wasn't interested, he disappeared again.

He didn't tell me how to contact him, I didn't ask.

Anyway, Robinson wouldn't have needed me. What do you mean?

If barton was getting back in the drugs game,

Robinson wouldn't have to look very far, would he?

If you wouldn't mind, John. It's an ongoing murder investigation.

Yeah, yeah, I'll hold.

Robinson had a network of contacts which involved people flying round Europe for meetings.

They'd get together in hotels, like ordinary businessmen. One of the hotels... was the maybrooke. Yes.

We're going to have to go back over the list of people staying there that night. I'm on it. Fire ahead.

Yeah, got him. Great. Yeah, and where is that?

Hey, John, thanks for that. I appreciate it. Cheers. Take care.

That was a pal of mine from the drugs squad.

I gave him the hotel guest list and asked if anybody stood out.

Henrik De groot. He works for one of the major players in the Amsterdam drugs scene.

Chances are, the same people that Robinson has been dealing with for years.

Robinson just had to put the word out and get them to play along.

And De groot's boss agrees to sell to barton and sets up a meeting.

But De groot's there to kill him, on the orders of Robinson.

He waits in the car outside, and when yer man shows up, no more barton.

Alice west saw somebody in the car. Not well enough to describe him.

Maybe De groot's face will jog her memory.

Alice, we want you to look at these photographs very carefully.

Take your time, Alice, there's no rush.

This one. I recognise him.

Are you absolutely sure? Yeah. 100%.

Alice, was this the man in the car?

The car?

No, he was in here, in the restaurant.

What? He was the man ordering coffee in the restaurant.

He was definitely in the restaurant when you went out and found the body?

Yeah, he was over there. That's what I'm saying.

Is there any way he could have nipped out and come back in?

No... not without me seeing. He was there the whole time, drinking.

Well, thanks anyway.

Did I say something wrong? No, not at all.

Just not what we were expecting.

You thought he was in the car.

We thought it was possible.

I'm sorry, I've tried to remember the driver. Yes, we know.

It's probably in there somewhere. I just can't get it out.

I'm desperate for a cigarette. Just a couple of puffs. So I go outside.

Are you outside now?

I leave the door open, so I can get back in. What do you do next?

I take out a fag and go to light it. With a lighter or matches? Lighter.

But then I see a man lying on the ground.

I don't want you to look at the man. Look around the alley. What else can you see?

I can see a car.

Is there anyone inside the car?

Yeah. In the driver's seat. But I can't see them very well.

Ok, let's look at the car itself. What colour is it?

It's blue.

A dark blue. And...

Now I want you to look back at the driver. Is it a man or a woman?

I think it's a man.

I can't really tell, but I think so. Can you see this man's face?

No, I can't see it. It's just...

I can't see it.

It's worth a try at least.

What about the number plate on the car? Can you see that?

Alice, can you see the number plate?

I think so.

Yes. Yes, I can.

Please read the number out.

Y169...

Forget about a description of the driver.

She read out the whole number plate, as if it was in front of her.

Fantastic. I was sceptical. I should hang on to that thought.

What's the problem? The vehicle is registered to a Dennis craven.

No form. He's a maths teacher. Comprehensive school in staines.

Maths teacher? That's the end of that then.

I knew that stuff was mumbo jumbo!

Telephone rings hello, ucos.

Yeah, speaking. It is possible that Alice west got it wrong.

Or she got it right, but the car had nothing to do with barton's death.

Thanks very much for calling. Yeah, goodbye.

That was the local council about where barton's body's buried. Oh, yeah?

We're not the only ones interested. They had a phone call from a woman claiming to be his mother.

His mother's dead.

Maybe Caroline Robinson cared more about him than she said.

Excuse me, can I have a word?

Dennis craven's house is number 49.

Here.

So, is it still working? What?

Hypnosis. Oh, yeah, brilliant.

Mind you, it's not really hypnosis, is it?

It's more just the power of suggestion.

Yeah, definitely worked for me, even if it didn't for Alice west.

Maybe it did. What? Take a look at this.

The car was serviced at Carlisle's garage.

And it was in for its service on the very day that barton was killed.

We've got the paperwork to prove it.

It can't be a coincidence. The odds on that are astronomical.

And anyway, the group was inside the hotel when barton was attacked.

So, maybe we've been sidetracked by this whole Robinson scenario.

We've assumed that he was killed

because of what he did as Thomas barton.

Maybe he was killed because of what he did as Christopher Collins.

What's going on?

The car outside the hotel was from Carlisle's garage.

So we've probably been looking in completely the wrong place.

Well, I've got something that might support that theory.

A woman left flowers at barton's grave.

Do you know who it was? No, I haven't got a name,

but from the description, it was not Caroline Robinson.

Can we come in, please, mrs Carlisle?

My husband's not here, he's at work. Yeah, we know.

Thank you.

Look, I just worked with Collins...

Barton, or whatever his name was. That's all.

And not even for very long. So you didn't know him well?

That's what I just said. Yeah, you did, and that's why I'm wondering

why you put flowers on his grave.

I just... Thought someone should.

That's all. I just thought someone should do something.

Do you know what a log file is?

No. It's a record of activities on a website.

You first visited the not ever forgotten website

about six months ago.

You looked at the page with barton's photograph on it on 32 occasions.

Why didn't you come forward earlier? I don't know. I guess...

I guess I wasn't sure. No.

No, I think you waited because you were hiding something.

I had nothing to do with his death. That's not what we're saying.

If you were involved, you wouldn't have come forward at all.

You were worried we'd find out that you and barton had an affair.

You can't tell John.

You can't tell him.

I'm telling you, Brian, we were on our way out

she calls him into her office and shuts the door on me.

It was just her and strickland?

Yeah. Doesn't look good, does it?

Yeah, well, I shall go freelance, Gerry.

Freelance?

Yeah, you know that website, never forgotten,

they've got hundreds of open cases spread all over the world.

They could really use somebody with my experience.

Well, you're going to have to do something.

Don't worry, if ucos closes, I'll not be going back on the booze.

I wasn't thinking about that.

I was thinking about Esther.

She's not going to put up with you around the house all day, every day!

Oh, here we go.

So, that's 45 to the gallon around town.

On the open road you can probably count for, um...

Er...

I'll be back in a minute.

Can this wait? Not really.

It's just been in for the third time and I think she's about to bite.

Someone else will have to reel her in.

Keys, boss?

And it won't be him either.

I met John when I was 18.

Three months later we were married.

My parents wouldn't come, they didn't approve.

It was the age difference.

He was 31.

It didn't matter to me.

I loved him.

And I've never...

Regretted it, it's just...

..He likes to be...

In control?

No, no, not that, just...

..Always together.

It can feel a little suffocating sometimes.

Chris wasn't like that. By Chris you mean Thomas barton.

He was Chris to me.

And he was... Different.

That was all.

Exciting.

I was flattered.

And I'm stupid. It was a crazy thing to do,

but it happened, it just happened.

I understand. Do you?

Because I don't, not really.

I knew it was a mistake straightaway.

It didn't last long, just a couple of weeks.

I told him I couldn't do it.

It wasn't worth it. It wasn't worth risking everything I had,

everything I've got,

for a fling.

Where did you go on the night he was killed?

How do you know I went anywhere?

Just answer the question, please, Lisa.

I...

..Wanted some time on my own. I went to my mother's.

She lives near dartmouth in Devon.

Did you drive? Yes.

You took your car?

We only have one car.

What difference does that make?

Who else knew about you and barton, apart from your husband?

John didn't know.

Didn't he?

John didn't know.

Your wife went to Devon. She drove there in your car

and that's why you had to take one that was in for a service.

He snorts incredulously

well, there are people in and out of there all the time.

Anyone could have had access to that vehicle.

That's probably true. Anyone could have a motive,

but you're the only one whose wife

was having an affair with Thomas barton.

Lisa?

No. No way.

That never happened.

I don't believe you. I could say the same thing.

We know about the relationship. She confirmed it.

She told you that? Yeah, she did.

She didn't think that you knew, but... You did, didn't you?

Of course I didn't.

You had to - that's why you went to the maybrooke.

Maybe you didn't go there to kill him -

maybe you just wanted to warn him off.

I didn't go anywhere.

And you can't prove I did. We'll prove it, mr Carlisle.

I can promise you that.

We know you knew about barton and Lisa Carlisle's affair.

You saw them together.

And we know why you're so loyal to Carlisle.

I mean, you've been with him a long time.

He gave you a job when many others wouldn't have.

But that loyalty should only be stretched so far.

Did Carlisle tell you that he killed barton?

Tom Carlisle is a good man.

You didn't answer the question.

Yeah, I did.

You're hanging by a thread here, Jason. Accessory, conspiracy...

We've got all sorts of options.

Take your best shot.

I really don't have anything more to say.

That is your right, mr Carlisle.

It does seem such a waste, though.

I mean, given that the affair was over. Pointless really.

Lisa had made her choice. What?

The affair. The one that you didn't know about.

It was finished. Done and dusted.

She'd already chosen you, Joe.

No. Yeah. The relationship was over.

No, no, no. They were still seeing each other.

They were meeting in the hotel. Mr Carlisle... just wait. Sorry...

They were what?

I knew. I heard them on the phone.

Barton wasn't there to meet Lisa.

I heard the name of the hotel. He was arranging it all.

He wasn't meeting her.

He was there for something completely different.

You know the best bit? You didn't have to kill him.

There was someone else desperate to do it -

and they would have done as well.

Except you got there first.

Brian? Is Sandra around? She's in an interview.

Ok. Thanks. Do want me to give her a message?

Just ask her to give me a call, will you?

Can I tell her what it's about?

I've got some news for her, that's all. Ok?

I didn't want him dead.

I didn't.

I just wanted it to stop.

So, you waited close to the hotel...

Yeah, I was going to go in and... You know, knock on the door.

He was waiting outside when I got there, having a fag.

I told him to leave Lisa alone.

And what did he do?

He smiled at me.

That's what did it.

He'd taken my wife away from me and he just stood there and he smiled.

What happened next?

He, er... Pushed past me

and he was just walking away - he wasn't listening.

I swung my arm out and caught him on the face.

He wobbled a bit, but he was still smiling.

So I hit him again and he went down.

I just didn't want to lose her.

I wasn't going to let that happen.

Where's John, is he here? Can I see him? I need to see my husband.

That's not possible at the moment.

Can I get you anything?

Cup of tea?

This is all my fault.

I knew how much he loved me, that should have been enough.

Yeah, but you're not responsible for what other people do.

I am responsible. He did it for me.

Oh, why did I...?

I'll never forgive myself.

To ucos. Ucos. And all who sail in her.

All who sink in her.

I've got some news. Yeah. We can guess. How long have we got?

We know you've discussed it with strickland.

We're prepared for the worst.

Pastures new.

Sorry to disappoint you, but strickland has made some enquiries

and you're not going to get away that easily.

What did he say?

Ucos has not been and never will be destined for closure.

I knew it. I knew they'd never get rid of us.

Well, we've got years of experience, haven't we?

That doesn't grow on trees, you know. I'm sure that was one of the things they took into consideration,

but somehow I don't think that's what clinched it.

The fact is, we're dirt cheap.

Gerry laughs

♪ 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. ♪

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