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♪ It's all right, 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, doin' 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 the day ♪

[Bell tolling]

[Girl whispering]

[Door rumbling]

[Wood creaking]

[Footsteps echoing]

[Door clattering]

[Wind blowing]

[Girl panting]

[Door slamming]

[Dramatic music]

[Girl panting]

[People chattering]

[Horse whinnying]

[Cart wheels clattering]

- Whoa! Whoa! - [Horse neighing]

[Dramatic music]

[Girl panting]

- [Girl groaning] - [Girl clattering on ground]

[Girl panting]

[Dog barking]

[Tense music]

[Girl breathing heavily]

- [Girl screaming] - [Weapon whacking]

- [Attacker groaning] - [Body squelching]

[Gerry] I'm sorry, er when was this?

The 4th of January, 1851.

Don't look at me.

This one's mine, Sandra's starting

from the same place you are.

And that means that it jumps the queue?

It's a day's work, everything else can wait a day.

You all right with this?

I'm listening, Gerry.

Thank you, Sandra,

though I am the ranking officer, Gerry,

so being all right with it isn't a prerequisite.

Tell that to Jack.

If he decides to grace us with his presence, I will.

Abigail padua, she was bludgeoned to death

by an unknown assailant.

160 odd years ago.

Yes.

So why the sudden urgency?

Is it always like this?

Yes, but they do have a point.

I assume you're not suggesting that

Abigail padua's killer is still at large.

I just need ucos to spend a day on this case.

Why?

It's been requested, and it's not a request

I'm in a position to refuse.

I'm sorry, Sandra, usually I'd tell you more but

inspector George renfield was the investigating officer,

this is his report, it is the only copy-

- sorry, everybody. - [Door squeaking]

Everything all right, Jack?

Yeah, yeah, my bank manager

had a meeting first thing and,

oh it, it overran, I'm sorry I'm late.

Since when did you have meetings with yer bank manager?

And since when did you become an authority

on my comings and goings?

My bank manager's got it in for me.

No, that's your tailor.

[Brian laughing]

Is this a new one?

Hardly.

Because I've been thinking about the Kirby business,

and I think we should go back to the stepdaughter.

Oh, no, no, no, the stepdaughter's in the clear.

Only because of her alibi,

and I reckon there's a hole in it.

Is this supposed to be a crime scene picture?

What idiot took these?

They're daguerreotypes.

They're what?

Well, it's old photography, you know victorian.

1851 Jack, the unsolved murder of a woman.

- You're kidding? - Called Abigail padua.

Oh, I see,

and you're afraid this bloke might strike again.

If I could get beyond saying

this woman's name this morning,

- that would be something. - Dave Kirby's killer

is alive and well, and we have a chance of catching her.

This is a day's work, Jack.

Well, when we have a spare day,

we'll give it all our attention.

Coffee, Jack.

He's 'ad enough coffee.

[Brian] Sandra?

If you could come back here please, Brian.

Well, the kettle's not long being boiled,

it's a waste of energy to just leave it.

Quite right,

and we wouldn't want to be careless

with the kind of energy that's generated in this room.

Black, one sugar,

if it's real, of course.

I'm sorry, who are you?

This is Stephen Fisher.

Stephen, Sandra Pullman.

[Gerry] What, the bloke from intelligence?

Or there abouts.

How did you get down here without an escort?

Oh, bless.

Er, it's instant.

It's instant coffee.

Sorry.

I'll blink, shall I?

I find these games a little tedious.

I'll pass on the coffee, thank you Mr. Lane.

I asked him down here, Sandra,

the Abigail padua case came from Stephen.

- Yes, how's that going? - Barely started.

Oh really?

And I thought I was running late.

Not to worry.

May I?

Abigail padua, beaten to death in an alley

in the city of London on the night

of the 4th of January, 1851.

Did that sound sufficiently police-y?

Miss padua was something of a whiz with numbers,

a computer, in the parlance of victorian times,

literally someone who computes.

Rather unusual for a woman to do that,

but it seems she had an uncommon gift for it.

She worked for the family business,

which was run by her brother, Sydney,

both parents having died some years previously.

To all intents and purposes, miss padua's death

looks like a violent robbery.

Money and jewellery were even removed

from her person by the killer.

But, a few weeks after she died,

a new investment package the paduas had been marketing,

went belly up,

ruining a lot of well-placed influential members

of London society, and inspector renfield,

who was in charge of the investigation,

came to believe that there might be more

to miss padua's demise than met the eye.

Unfortunately, he was unable to reach any firm conclusions.

And you think that we,

without any new witnesses to interview,

no new evidence, will succeed where he failed?

Well, that's what you do, isn't it?

And there is new evidence.

What renfield didn't know at the time,

because the various sections

of the metropolitan police force

didn't work in such beautiful Harmony as they do now,

was that a man named Joseph gleick,

who had been Abigail padua's mathematics tutor,

and who subsequently became her mentor,

lost his life in a house fire, later that same night.

[Gerry sighs]

There are several other interesting commonalities.

I'm sure your well-honed instincts

will root them out very quickly.

Sir, there are a couple of ongoing cases

that frankly should take-

those cases are on hold, as of now.

Abigail padua is the priority.

This is a burn-bag.

At the conclusion of your investigation,

everything you've discovered,

any notes you've made, documents you've sourced,

together with the original copy of renfield's report

and the various other items in the case file,

will be placed in here to be incinerated by me.

Are you serious?

Oh dear, has my reputation as a prankster preceded me?

Shove it, we don't take orders from you.

Jack.

And we don't take orders from you either, Sandra does.

We're all retired.

But we work on cases where there's at least

a chance of nicking someone.

And there's plenty of those to keep us busy,

so you can shove it.

Jack, if I decide this is a ucos case-

no, no Robert, Mr. Halford makes a perfectly fair point.

Mr. Halford, Mr. Standing, Mr. Lane, you're excused.

You can't fire us either.

Oh, I wouldn't dream of it.

I will, however, need your desks

for a day or two, so I can draught in some new officers

to work with detective superintendent Pullman.

When this is all over, you'll be free to resume your duties.

[Gerry] Fine by me.

If you could just leave behind a check

for 17,433 pounds,

Mr. Standing,

I'll see it gets to the inland revenue.

You what?

The tax due on your undeclared earnings

over the past 30 years.

Are you threatening me?

Actually, perhaps it would be best

if you all stay, after all.

We wouldn't want any of our guilty little secrets

coming to light, would we?

Mr. Lane?

Mr. Halford?

Bollocks.

Excellent.

I'll require hourly reports.

That's your office, detective superintendent?

Yes.

Robert.

[Door slamming]

[Blind scraping]

[Drawer sliding]

Grumpy lot, aren't they.

Did they expect you to stick up for them, do you think?

I don't know.

But you didn't.

They were right, you know,

they do have several active cases at the moment.

This is important.

Why?

You don't think I'm entitled to know why

you're requisitioning my team?

I know you're not entitled to know;

the vast difference in our security clearance levels

tells me that.

I really don't mean to keep you Robert,

you should feel free to go about your day.

And leave you in charge?

Ah, I think I'll stay. [He sighs]

Maybe it's an academic exercise,

you know, some kind of test?

[Brian] Testing what?

Well, I dunno, our ability to take shit from superiors?

When was that ever in doubt?

Question is, why is Fisher so interested

in a victorian murder mystery?

That's what I wanna know, and I bet the answer

lies somewhere in this case.

It is an interesting one, though.

Computers being people, rather than machines

and all these financial institutions,

trusting incredibly complex calculations

to human beings like Abigail padua.

Yeah, whereas now they use actual computers

and we all know where that's got 'em.

Ah, she must've 'ad an incredible brain

is what I'm saying.

[Sandra] Maybe that's why she was killed?

Well, if we ever find out who did it,

we could have a seance and ask 'im.

Well at least we know what he looked like.

Witnesses reported seeing a woman

answering Abigail padua's description,

being chased through the streets

shortly before she was murdered.

And there was a coachman in threadneedle street,

who gave a description of the man chasing her.

He said he was tall and slim

and wearing a dark coat and a black hat.

In my mental image of victorian London,

they all look like that.

Well, there was a nightwatchman called Thomas Quinn,

who worked in a building adjacent to the alley where

Abigail padua was killed,

who also claimed to have seen a tall, thin man,

dressed in black, emerging from the alleyway,

a few moments later.

And then the southwark police claimed

that a man answering the same description

was seen later that night in the vicinity of

Joseph gleick's house, just before it burned to the ground.

Although, of course renfield wasn't to know that at the time

because nobody had made the connection

between the two deaths.

Well, brilliant.

We're looking for a tall, dark stranger,

who's been dead for 100 years.

You're very quiet over there, Jack.

I wanna tell you all something.

[Sandra] What is it?

I was going to tell you first thing,

then this nonsense with Fisher happened.

I'm leaving.

You what?

I'm leaving ucos, i'm retiring, well retiring again.

Why?

Well, I just think it's time.

If I don't go now, I never will.

Yeah, but what are you gonna do?

Well, there's a little village in the ardeche,

that Mary and I used to go to on holidays.

We always used to say, we'd try and find

a little place there when I retired.

Well, I've found a little place,

I've sold the house,

we finalised the deal this morning.

You sold the house?

So you've been planning this?

Why didn't you say something?

Because I knew you'd try and talk me out of it,

and you may have succeeded, but now,

well it's a fait-accompli.

Um, I don't know what to say.

I can't stay here for ever.

When are you going?

Well, I was hoping to be able to settle this Kirby case,

but that's not an option today, now.

Today?

If I don't leave now, there'll be

another case and another.

I never thought I'd be here this long.

[Phone ringing]

So it looks like this victorian business

is gonna be my last case.

Ah, Fisher be damned, but it would be good to solve it.

Look, er I've gotta return this call.

We need to talk about this, Jack.

No, we don't, we really don't.

That's just get on with the case,

and then we can all have a nice drink.

[Door slamming]

No, he's not serious.

You don't think?

What, 'im retire to France?

Well, like he says, he can't stay here forever.

None of us can.

Yeah, well I'm not buying it.

Why is it all so sudden?

[Door clattering]

As you all seem to be sitting around chatting,

perhaps you could get us some coffee?

I need a word.

Excuse me?

A word, sir.

[Feet clumping]

Sandra, I know that the-

what the hell is going on?

Look, Stephen Fisher is a very difficult-

what do you think you're playing at,

letting Fisher just come in and take over?

Sandra.

And what are you playing at, letting him

talk to us like that?

If I could get a word in?

Jack's leaving.

What do you mean, leaving?

He says he's retiring for good this time,

he's moving to France.

Well, I suppose you can't blame the man for wanting to-

I don't blame him,

but his leaving affects the team.

Do you want me to talk to him?

And say what?

You're hardly the flavour of the month.

Fine, we'll deal with that later.

For now, let's concentrate on the matter in hand.

Stephen Fisher is a very difficult man to deal with.

Butting heads with him gets you nowhere.

What's he up to, here?

I honestly don't know anything more about this case,

or his reasons for wanting it looked out, than you do.

If I find anything out, you'll be the first to know.

I don't trust him.

Well, that's a very good place to start.

No, he's just in one of his moods,

he'll change his mind by lunchtime.

Ner, there's more to it than that.

He was late in this morning, that's not like Jack.

Then there's the phone calls.

What phone calls?

[Door slamming]

Eh?

[Door slamming]

Well, for the past few days, he keeps getting these calls

on his mobile, and he runs off and takes them in private,

like just now.

Oh, I hadn't noticed that.

Call yourself a detective?

I'll tell you what did surprise me,

is how well he speaks French.

[Door banging]

Jack's a subject for later, we must get on now

and get Fisher out of our hair.

What are you doing, Brian?

Well, I'm trying to make sense of the crime scene.

This bloke, Thomas Quinn, who reckons he saw the murderer

emerging from the alleyway.

Now, he was a nightwatchman, working here.

The coffee jar.

Yeah, but what he says, doesn't make sense.

Do you think he was lying?

Possibly, it's to do with the lines of sight,

from here through to that bag of sugar there.

Of course I am working from a very old map,

and a slightly rudimentary model.

Slightly?

Does the alley still exist?

Yeah, a lot of the buildings around it have changed,

but it's still on the map.

Okay good, get your coats.

Find Jack and tell him to meet us out front.

[Door slamming]

Where are you going?

Crime scene.

No.

How did I know you were gonna say that?

Everything you need is in the documents I provided.

If you're such an expert on criminal investigation,

why are you wasting our time?

No one leaves this building.

[She sighs] We think that

one of renfield's witnesses was lying.

How do you know?

Apart from being good at our jobs, you mean?

We don't think he physically could have seen

what he claimed to have seen.

And you want to check that on the real location?

[Sandra] Yeah.

It will have changed too much.

This is how we work.

Now you either let us do our jobs, or there's the door.

Miss Pullman.

Detective superintendent Pullman, back in an hour.

[Door slamming]

This is how you let them speak to you?

No Stephen, it's how I let them speak to you.

- Jack. - Aha, here we are.

Not now, Sandra.

Now then, this is the exact spot,

where according to John Harper, the coachman,

Abigail padua ran out from under that archway

and into the street and in front of his cart.

[Horse neighing]

Causing the horse to rear up, and the cart axle to break.

It was quite a serious traffic incident at the time.

Now, in his statement, Harper reckoned that moments later,

a man emerged from the archway and gave chase.

Any idea where she was coming from?

No, but we know where she ended up.

[Girl panting]

So, this is where she died.

Now, this is my problem.

Thomas Quinn, our night watchman, was working up there

on the night of the murder, right?

[Sandra] That's the coffee jar.

Exactly, now, according to the statement

he gave renfield's men,

he saw a tall man in a dark coat,

emerging from the alleyway and heading off,

down in that direction.

Now he says, he saw the man turn left,

down at the end there, but there's no line of sight.

You can't see the bag of sugar

from the first floor of the coffee jar.

Then, why would he lie?

And why didn't renfield spot this at the time?

Oh, there were lots of witnesses

and lots of conflicting statements.

Maybe he was taken off the case

before he had a chance to follow them all up.

And this is the actual alley, is it?

Yeah,

I think Jack's right.

The witness statements are what

threw renfield's investigation,

because Quinn said the killer turned left,

onto the main road, but there was another witness,

George boole, who says he saw the same man

running south, down the street behind these buildings.

- One of them's wrong. - Or lying.

[Phone ringing]

So, this was where she was killed, yeah?

Yeah, her body was found here.

[Sandra] Did anyone actually see it happen?

Nope, no witnesses to the murder itself.

She should have kept running.

Why?

Well, rather than hide 'ere and hope he didn't find her,

if she'd kept going, she would have been in the clear.

Yeah, she couldn't have done,

because that was a dead end back then.

This building was a factory, but originally it was l-shaped,

so it went right across the end there,

so, there was no way through.

Then it was bombed during the blitz,

and that half was made into a,

a throughway when they.

[Sandra] When they what?

[Gerry] Where's he off to now?

- This is maiden Lane. - Yeah, so?

Well, this other witness who said he saw a man

running down this street in the opposite direction,

gave his address as 10 maiden Lane.

It was all one building;

before the blitz this was a dead end.

This building is new, but back in 1851.

This would have been 10 maiden Lane.

Right.

Now two witnesses, two doors, on two different streets,

both leading into the same building.

Yeah, but the building was empty.

Apart from Thomas Quinn.

So, who was George boole?

And which one of them sent the police

on a wild goose chase?

Jack halford's an interesting one.

Whiter than white, on the surface,

role model I'd have thought;

hard-working, diligent, tenacious, intelligent,

good leader of men.

Yes.

[Coffee slurping]

That is without doubt,

the worst cup of coffee I've ever had.

What point are you trying to make about Jack?

He was a detective chief superintendent when he retired.

That's right.

A position he achieved through honest, hard work?

Yes.

Oh, come now.

You don't know Jack.

Well, one of us doesn't know him, that's for sure.

Has he told you, he's leaving, yet?

He's retiring to France.

Is he?

Good for him.

Thomas Quinn, George boole and John Harper,

the coach driver, all claimed to have seen

a tall man in a dark coat and hat,

in the vicinity of Abigail padua's murder.

And we don't think that Thomas Quinn

could have seen what he claimed to have seen

from the first floor window of that factory,

and there's a question Mark next to George boole,

because the address we have for him

turns out to be in the same empty building

where Quinn was a nightwatchman.

All these women here were local prostitutes,

who claimed to have been variously harassed

by someone matching the killer's description.

It's noise.

How do you mean?

Well, they're all conflicting accounts,

they can't all be true.

The police don't know what to believe,

so they can't get anywhere with the investigation.

Yeah, maybe so.

Gerry, I want you to look into all the witnesses,

find out who they were, what happened to them?

Let's see if hindsight can give us a better idea

of who was lying and who wasn't.

Right you are.

There's a load of figures in this file, calculations,

presumably Abigail padua's.

I think they might relate to that investment package

she was working on, you know,

that went belly up when she died.

Do you think you can make any sense of them?

Well, I could try.

The padua company went bust, did anyone benefit from that?

A business competitor, or someone involved

in a family feud, maybe?

Then there's this:

Abigail padua's jewellery was taken,

presumably to make the police think it was a robbery,

but this ring here, is quite distinctive.

Now I know it's a long shot,

but let's get an image out there and see

if it turned up anywhere, subsequently.

Very good, miss Pullman.

I'm sorry, detective superintendent.

What are you not telling us?

Er, you're ahead of me now, I'm afraid.

No, no we're not.

No, because nothing we've discovered so far

would explain your interest in this case.

- Ah. - So?

Abigail padua was my mother's great-grandmother.

This crime has haunted my family for generations.

It was my mother's dying wish that I should

discover the truth about what happened to Abigail.

Abigail padua didn't have any children.

Well, it can't be that, then.

I'll be in your office, if you need me.

Do knock.

[Door clattering]

[Tense music]

[Phone beeping]

- Jack? - Hmm?

[Brian] What do you make of this?

What?

[Machine whirring]

Phaw, you don't wanna ask me, Brian.

You're much better at all this financial stuff than I am.

[Tense music]

[People chattering]

[Phone ringing]

[Gerry coughing]

[Phone beeping]

Oh er, I'll be back in a minute.

[Door clattering]

Gerry, what are you doing?

It's a woman.

What woman?

Elizabeth green.

Nearly all his outgoing and incoming calls

over the last few days, including that last one,

Elizabeth green.

Maybe it's a girlfriend?

Of course.

Girlfriend, don't be stupid.

Well what then?

Well, you think it's a girlfriend?

Well, what else could it be?

Well, I dunno, but not Jack, no.

He, he's leaving us for a bit of skirt?

I doubt she's a bit of skirt, Brian.

[Brian] What about Mary?

Mary's dead.

Oh, so that's a licence for him to shack up in France

with the, the first girl that flutters her eyelashes, is it?

This is Jack we're talking about Brian, not Benny hill.

Huh.

Look, if he wants to talk to us about it,

then that's fine, but we can't worry about it today.

We must focus on this case.

5th of January, 1851.

Interview with Sidney padua esq.

It is Mr. Padua's assertion

that he was working late at his office

on the night of the 4th of January,

and that he was not expecting to see his sister, Abigail,

until office hours commencing at eight o'clock

the following morning.

6th of January, I share with Mr. Padua,

my concern that he bears a striking resemblance

to a man seen by several witnesses

in the vicinity of Abigail padua's murder.

Mr. Padua insists that he was in his office

at the time of the murder.

7th of January.

- [Man shouting] - [Weapon whacking]

Mr. Padua denies being involved in any altercations

with women of low repute in the weeks proceeding

Abigail padua's death.

He also denies reports by members of his household staff,

that he and his sister enjoyed a tempestuous relationship.

I came out into the hallway,

and Mr. Padua and miss Abigail, they were arguing.

[Fist thumping]

And then he struck her across the face.

How dare you, inspector!

This is the third time you've come to my house,

and the third time you've chosen to insult me.

Renfield had his sights firmly fixed on Sydney padua.

Did he ever talk to a man called William Anderson?

Not so far, why who's he?

Padua's most obvious business rival.

When padua and co went under, Anderson cleaned up.

There was speculation at the time,

that he'd somehow bet against padua,

but er, don't ask me how all that works.

But it would require that Anderson knew in advance

that padua's investment scheme would collapse.

Renfield wouldn't have known about that.

The case was closed before anything about investments

would have come out.

Yeah, what was it, two weeks?

It's a bit quick, innit.

A lot of very important people lost a lot of money, Gerry.

They wouldn't have wanted it known

they'd invested in a shaky scheme,

cooked up by a bloke suspected of murdering his sister.

Hence, there's only one copy of the renfield report.

[Brian] And why there's absolutely nothing

about this case online.

[Metal box clanking]

And hence Fisher's burn-bag,

and what the hell is he up to?

I dunno, but I do think Sydney padua is our man,

and whatever he did must be connected to now,

or else he wouldn't be so interested.

Took them long enough to focus, didn't it?

I feel like I'm presiding over a detention.

Huh, are you sulking, Robert?

How did you know Jack was leaving?

But I know lots of things.

How did Pullman take it?

We haven't had much of a chance to discuss it, have we.

[Stephen] She's losing her mentor.

[He sighs] I think she can stand on her own two feet.

Oh, she's very capable,

too capable, wouldn't you say?

- The work we do here. - Oh yes, I know, I know.

It's all very vital and challenging.

So is cleaning the toilets at the house of lords,

but we don't put our best people on it.

She's here because she wants to be.

She's very loyal to this team.

Interesting that you say it that way round.

I wonder if it's not their loyalty to her,

that keeps her here?

Ucos wouldn't survive Pullman leaving, would it?

- I don't know. - Oh, yes you do.

You might find someone to replace her,

but you'd very likely lose the team dynamic,

if dynamic is the right word.

Pullman knows that; She has no partner, no children,

her father committed suicide,

her mother...

Surely, Sandra Pullman is here because it's the only place

she actually feels wanted.

Is this conversation useful, Stephen?

Well it's interesting, human nature, don't you find?

If you understand what makes someone tick,

they become predictable.

I wouldn't call anyone out there predictable.

Oh, but they are Robert.

You wait and see.

[Jack] See if we can get back to you sooner.

Uh-huh, yes I see.

Well now, perhaps you could arrange a meet?

There's something weird going on with these numbers.

I love conversations that start like that.

This algorithm that Abigail padua invented

for the investment company,

I've been feeding the numbers into a spreadsheet

and it works like a dream, until the inputs get too high.

What does that actually mean, Brian?

Well, it means that if too many people

invest too much money, the whole thing collapses

and everyone loses.

[Gerry] Well, that's what happened isn't it?

Could it have been deliberate?

Revenge, you mean?

Well, according to renfield's report,

Sydney padua didn't treat Abigail very well.

Well, it's hard to tell if this flaw is intended or not.

There are annotations alongside Abigail's calculations

and they're initialled jg.

Presumably Joseph gleick, our second victim.

The annotation suggests that he'd also spotted the problem.

So why didn't they warn Sidney?

Well, maybe they did and he didn't believe 'em?

Or he didn't wanna hear it.

If someone warns you,

that your company is about to go under?

It could have been too late to do anything about it.

Plus wealthy, influential people have invested with you.

You're gonna lose a lot of face,

by giving them their money back,

just because you've got the numbers wrong.

You're gonna go under either way though, aren't you?

So there's only one thing to do.

William Anderson.

Well, we know Anderson made a lot of money

when padua and co went under;

he couldn't have done that without a tip-off.

Sydney goes to his biggest rival,

presumably under a different name, and bets against himself.

The investment goes belly-up.

And Sydney makes a fortune.

No, no, no, but did he, though?

Now, I thought he left London penniless?

He'd have to make it appear that way, wouldn't he?

And the only flies in the ointment,

would be Abigail padua and Joseph gleick.

Now, if they'd already warned him,

and he hadn't called the thing off,

then they'd know he was up to something.

Find out where Sydney padua went,

and more importantly what kind of lifestyle

he had when he got there.

But yes, France would be different, be more relaxing.

[Door clattering]

I hope, er something's come up, I'll call you back.

[Door slamming]

- What's going on, Jack? - With what?

Your sudden decision to leave, for a start

and all these secret phone calls.

They're not secret, they're private.

And there's a lot of things to do, Sandra.

You're seriously leaving?

- Yeah. - France?

The ardeche, and it's not a sudden decision,

I've been thinking about leaving for 50 years.

In that case, you could have given us

more than a day's notice.

Yes, well I was trying to avoid this sort of conversation.

Well, it didn't work did it, who's Elizabeth green?

Oh, so Gerry looked at my phone.

Yeah, because we're worried about you,

and we don't understand why-

I don't want you to worry about me.

Who is she?

It's none of your business, Sandra.

If she's the reason you're leaving, it is my business.

I'm leaving because I'm fed up.

I didn't join the force to put up

with the political machinations of strickland

and Fisher and all their kind.

Yet, that's all I seem to have done,

for the last five decades.

Fine, why don't you do what you want, Jack,

please yourself.

Is there anybody else i'm supposed to be pleasing?

Is there anybody else i'm supposed to be responsible for?

No.

Are you trying to tell me,

you can't stand on your own two feet?

I just don't want you to go.

Well, why didn't you say that in the first place?

Would it have made a difference?

No, but at least it would have avoided

this ridiculous conversation.

Come on, let's get back to work.

[Door clattering]

[Door clicking]

Now, witnesses, these women were all on the game.

And according to renfield's report,

they all claim to have been hassled

by a tall man in a dark coat

in the two weeks prior to Abigail's death.

But none of them came forward until after the murder.

Now, renfield was iffy about 'em,

and I think he was right to be.

I reckon they were paid to tell porkies to the cops.

Can we prove that?

No, there's no way of tracing 'em

or checking whether they suddenly came into money.

What about Quinn and co?

Well, that is more interesting.

In the 1851 census, there was a Thomas Quinn

living within a few streets of the factory

where he was night watchman but,

he doesn't appear on the 1861 census.

Tell them about the bomb.

Now I'm coming to that, Brian,

the factory was bombed in the blitz.

So I did a little search and I came up with this.

Now, the bomb that landed on the factory didn't explode.

[Bell ringing]

But it caused a lot of damage,

when it fell through the building

and buried itself in the basement.

When the bomb disposal crews turned up

to dig it out and diffuse it,

they found the body of a 30 year old man,

which they reckon had been buried in the dirt,

under the basement for a hell of a long time.

Thomas Quinn?

Well, can't prove it;

there's no way of matching those bones,

wherever they are, to Quinn's,

but what is interesting is the cause of death.

He was bludgeoned.

Skull caved in, in three places.

What about this other witness,

the one with a different address,

that turned out to be in the same building?

George boole.

Never existed.

At least he's not on any census that I've found.

And Thomas Quinn couldn't have seen

what he claimed to have seen from that first floor window.

[Brian] No.

But he saw something.

Well, there's a window at the back,

overlooking the crime scene.

[Jack] So Quinn could have been

a witness to the actual murder?

[Sandra] And the killer saw him.

So, he finishes with Abigail padua,

and then he pays Thomas Quinn a little visit.

- [Man screaming] - [Weapon whacking]

He takes the body down to the basement, and he buries it.

So he buries Quinn, cleans himself up,

and then he's about to slip away, but the alarm has gone up.

[Alarm rattling]

And there are police everywhere.

Maybe one of them knocks on the door,

looking for witnesses,

or maybe the killer comes out of his own accord?

Either way, he's improvising, now.

Quinn's murder was spur of the moment, but he doesn't panic.

He turns all this to his advantage.

He identifies himself to the police as Thomas Quinn,

and sends them off in the wrong direction.

But he can't leave the building,

because he's told them he's the night watchman.

So, he goes back through the factory.

And out the back door?

And there he meets more policemen,

whereupon he identifies himself as George boole,

and he sends those policemen off

in a completely different direction.

So, it's like Jack said, he's creating noise.

He's confusing the police

with contradictory witness statements.

So Quinn and boole, are both the killer.

It does fit.

We can't prove it.

You don't have to prove it.

But, as you all variously pointed out earlier,

it's a little late to arrest anyone for this crime.

I just want to know what happened.

But why?

Please, continue.

Well, all of this actually means is

that all our witnesses are fakes.

No, no, not all of 'em.

- John Harper. - The outlier,

he doesn't fit the pattern.

No, I reckon he's legit.

Abigail Patrick ran in front of his coach.

- [Man shouting] - [Horse neighing]

And caused this huge pile up.

Now, he described the man who was chasing her,

and I think he was the only one who was telling the truth.

So what happened to him?

- Murdered. - You're kidding?

[Gerry] Two weeks later, down by the river.

- How? - Skull caved in,

it looked like a robbery, maybe it was.

And maybe it wasn't.

It does make sense, though.

Harper had already made his statement,

which was woolly at best, so why kill 'im?

He'd seen the murderer.

Yeah, but his description was so general as to be useless.

No, that's not the point, he'd seen him,

which means there was a good chance he'd recognise him,

if he saw him again.

Gerry, what was the date of John Harvey's murder?

30th of January.

The date on this newspaper is February the second.

John Harper might not have given

a very good description of the killer.

But he'd of recognised the picture,

and Sidney padua must have known

that piece was about to appear with his picture attached.

So, we're back to Sydney padua.

It's only circumstantial though.

It doesn't need to be anything more.

Excuse me, but yes it does.

If you're forcing us to pursue this nonsense,

at least we'll do it properly.

Professional to the last, Mr. Halford.

[Door slamming]

What outcome are you hoping for here, Stephen?

I've told you before Robert, your clearance level-

I mean, when is this over?

It seems pretty clear Sydney padua killed his sister.

Brian Lane thinks that's circumstantial.

Huh, and you said that was enough.

Lane's an odd fish, isn't he?

Does he still sneak the occasional drink, do you think?

No.

Can't ever be sure though, can you.

You can never fully trust someone like that.

I do.

What would it take, I wonder?

Bad day at work, some bad news,

possibly a friend or loved one in poor health?

They say an alcoholic's always looking for a reason.

And who's they?

Well, that's true.

I didn't answer your question.

I don't require proof that Sidney padua killed his sister,

I doubt that's even available,

but I need to know for certain what happened.

And then you're going to destroy all the documentation?

Yes, yours was not the reason why I'm afraid.

[Door clattering]

I thought we were knocking.

Ellis Finch.

[Stephen] I'm sorry?

The finance company?

The finance company.

Well?

What have you found?

We're asking the questions now.

Well I certainly am, what's going on?

One of the items of jewellery taken from Abigail padua

was a very distinctive ring, this ring.

It was sold to a museum at a charity auction

in New York in 1987.

Who was the seller?

Joshua Ellis.

[Robert] Of Ellis-Finch?

A company which last year was involved in the collapse

of two mortgage companies,

and who are now brokering a deal

to let some big Chinese corporation

take over one of our largest pension funds.

And god knows what happens

to all those pensions, when they do.

What's the connection, Stephen?

Between?

Do you honestly expect us to believe it's a coincidence

that a 160 year old case is suddenly connected

to a current major financial deal, involving the Chinese?

Well, I really can't control what you believe.

The game's up, Stephen.

You actually do say that, do you?

I'm here because I was led to believe

there might be a connection between Joshua Ellis

and the murder of Abigail padua.

So why didn't you tell us?

Because there's a difference

between mounting an investigation

and seeking to prove an hypothesis.

I find the former to be a little more, honest.

There may have been no such connection after all.

Well, now we know there is,

would you like to share the nature of it with us?

No, I have no idea, I'm afraid.

I was assuming that would be your team's

next course of inquiry.

Who told you about this in the first place?

You know better than to ask.

Even I didn't think you'd involve ucos

in something like this.

[Door slamming]

Something like what?

This is political.

You're a representative of the UK government,

tasking us to investigate an international investment scheme

involving the Chinese.

You make it sound so sinister.

Well, I'm sure to the tens of thousands of people,

whose pensions are at risk of this scheme, it is sinister.

We don't know yet, do we?

There may be a perfectly innocent explanation

as to how that ring came into Joshua Ellis's possession.

You don't believe that for a second.

Not for a second, no.

Talk to me about Gerry standing.

No, I don't think I will.

Well, according to the bumph in this auction catalogue,

that ring was an Ellis family heirloom.

Yeah, right.

[Brian] Well, it could have been.

How's that?

Depending on how far back you can trace the Ellis family?

No, but that's the thing,

I've gone as far back as I can,

and the first one I come up with is Henry Ellis,

who turned up in New York in 1852.

The year after the murders?

Where'd he come from?

There's no record of that.

He just seems to appear out of nowhere, but he's got money,

because a few months later he started

an investment firm in Manhattan.

And that's the firm that went on to become Ellis-Finch.

- Pictures? - No, and that's weird as well

because in New York, in those days, well like today,

if you're rich and moving in the right circles,

somebody is gonna take a photograph of yer.

But Henry Ellis seems to be

more than a little camera-shy.

Well maybe he'd learned his lesson,

after that newspaper article.

So we still have no concrete link

between Sydney padua and Henry Ellis?

Not concrete, no, but here's the kicker.

Five years later, he got married and had two children,

a boy and a girl,

Abigail and Joseph.

What, he names his kids after two people he's killed?

It's what it sounds like.

That's it then; Fisher said

he didn't need any hard evidence.

What we've got is circumstantial, but pretty damning.

Yeah, but what's the point of it all.

We can't prove that Joshua Ellis

knows the truth about his ancestry.

And even if he does, he's not responsible for the murders.

He wouldn't be where he is today,

without them though, would he?

If Sidney hadn't killed his sister and gleick,

and bet against his own company,

then Ellis-Finch wouldn't exist.

Yeah, but who cares now?

The Chinese.

Very important, family history.

Especially when you're trusting your money

to a family who made theirs by ripping off investors.

[Jack] It wasn't him.

Who wasn't 'im?

Sidney padua.

Guess where he went, when he left London?

It's not gonna be New York, is it?

He went home, well sort of.

Padua?

He died in 1881 in a little village,

just outside padua, Italy.

He wasn't living in an enormous mansion

by any chance was he?

He was a shoe salesman, for nearly 30 years.

He had three daughters and was practically penniless.

Well, I know the feeling.

So Sydney padua didn't become Henry Ellis?

Nope.

And he didn't kill 'is sister or Joseph gleick

or the coachman?

- No. - [Pen clattering on the desk]

But what about the photo in the paper,

and the timing of the coachman's death?

Coincidence, it wasn't him.

Then, who was it?

We don't know.

Well, that's ridiculous.

How many people could it have been?

In London 1851, 2 million maybe?

Don't be facetious, Mr. Halford.

He's not being.

If it wasn't Sidney padua, then it could have been anyone.

Anyone linked to the Ellis family?

You can only link to the Ellis family,

once you've decided what two things

you're trying to link together.

Huh, it's just simple logic.

Logic, boolean logic.

Why did the killer pick that name?

George boole, you mean?

Yeah, well it was probably spur of the moment.

He's just buried Thomas Quinn,

he sent the police off on a wild goose chase,

he's improvising like mad, but he thinks he's home and dry.

So, he calmly walks out through the back door,

bang into more policemen.

And he identifies himself as George boole.

This newspaper, have we got the rest of this newspaper?

Yeah, I have somewhere.

[Robert] What have you got, Brian?

Boole was a famous victorian mathematician.

There you go.

Boolean logic, yeah.

It's like binary, you know ones and zeroes.

Aha,

who plucks a name like that

out of his head on the spur of the moment?

You?

It's gotta be another mathematician, 'im.

That's gleick.

It's an etching from a photograph,

and a very good likeness.

Published on the same day

as the picture of Sydney padua.

Two days after the coachman

who saw the killer, was killed.

Now, we've been assuming that the coachman was killed

to stop him identifying a picture

of Sidney padua in the newspaper,

but maybe it was to stop him identifying another picture,

due to be published that day,

to accompany an obituary of Joseph gleick.

Well, obituary is the point surely, gleick was dead.

Well no, not necessarily.

Gleick's house was burnt to the ground

and gleick was never seen again.

No remains were ever found,

and I doubt if any were looked for.

So, as far as the southwark police were concerned,

he died in the fire.

And if gleick knew that the investment algorithm

wasn't gonna work?

Maybe you were right before,

maybe it was designed not to work.

These annotations, maybe gleick wasn't correcting Abigail;

maybe he was collaborating with 'er.

They decided to have a go at Sydney,

for what he'd done to Abigail and make a profit on the side.

[Sandra] But if at some point,

Abigail had a change of heart.

It doesn't take an expert to realise

that not only Sydney would be hurt,

a lot of people would also lose their money on that deal.

So she goes to warn Sydney.

She's a brave girl,

considering how Sydney would have reacted.

But gleick knows that if she gets to Sydney,

then not only will his profit disappear,

but he'll be in serious trouble.

[Weapon whacking]

This is another hypothesis.

It seems like a pretty good one to me.

And one we can prove.

How?

Well, look at this,

these are the articles of incorporation

for the company that Henry Ellis set up in 1852.

Look at that, I mean we'd need an expert to verify it.

Yeah, but that's the same handwriting.

It was Joseph gleick, all along.

What are you gonna do?

Do?

I need renfield's original report,

all the documents you've used, every note you've made,

the physical samples of gleick's handwriting-

we have evidence here.

Of a crime that was committed a century and a half ago.

And as you've all taken great pains to point out,

that's hardly relevant today.

Yes, it is relevant.

That information could stop this Ellis-Finch deal,

with the Chinese

he doesn't want it stopped.

He wants to make sure it can't be stopped.

And like Jack said,

this is a pension fund they're interfering with,

it's people's lives.

He doesn't care about that, Brian.

Whether I care or not, that's not the business I'm in.

What business are you in?

I serve the national interest.

And it's more important for the nation

to make nice with China and keep people

like Joshua Ellis happy than it is

to protect hundreds of thousands of pensioners, is it?

You're not even aware of how naive that sounds, are you?

I think it's time you left, Stephen.

By all means.

Empty handed, I'm afraid.

Ah.

It's one thing to come in here and requisition this team

for your own private investigation.

It's quite another to make us all complicit

in the destruction of evidence in a murder investigation,

especially one which may have implications

in the present day, on the international stage.

You've been rehearsing that speech.

The evidence will stay here,

pending a conversation I'm gonna have with the commissioner.

I see.

How do you envisage that conversation playing out?

Well, we'll have to see, won't we.

Er, I can tell you if you're interested.

The conversation ends with you handing over to me,

everything I've asked for,

just prior to writing your letter of resignation.

Hah, I won't be threatened by you, Stephen.

I know you'd like us all to think

that your power extends that far.

Not my power Robert,

the power of the British government,

brandishing the official secrets act,

to which you are all subject,

and the contravention of which,

brings with it consequences far graver

than you seem to be considering.

Those of you who still have careers,

consider what you will do without them.

Those of you who don't,

consider how your loved ones will cope,

while you live out the twilight of your lives

at her majesty's pleasure.

Now, I suggest you put the documents in the bag

and put today's events very firmly out of your minds.

[Papers rustling]

Wise decision, Mr. Halford.

Shove it.

[Papers rustling]

We must do this again, Robert, always a pleasure.

[Door squeaking]

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

There was nothing we could do.

Well, I think we've earned a drink.

You up for that, Jack?

Got a couple of things I want to do,

I'll meet you there.

What do you wanna do?

Couple of errands, I'll see you in about an hour.

[Door squeaking]

Well, that was quick.

Maybe he's got a date?

A what?

Perhaps there's more to Jack's retirement

than meets the eye?

Yeah, I think we should throw

a load of drink down his throat

and then just ask him outright.

[Sandra] Go gently, I don't want it turning nasty.

Are you coming, Brian?

Yes, yes of course, I'll er, I'll just tidy up 'ere first.

Work starts again tomorrow, Brian,

we'll finish the Kirby case,

so Jack can draw a line under it.

I'll just close the computer down.

Suit yourself.

[Brian] I'll see you in the pub.

See ya.

[Door squeaking]

[People chattering]

[Tense music]

[Papers rustling]

[Phone beeping]

It's me,

yes it's done.

The information will be in the papers in the next day or so.

No, I have no idea which one of them leaked it.

I think our Mr. Ellis will have plenty to worry about,

without stringing up some retired policeman.

Exactly. [He laughs]

I suggest it gets put down to yet another

careless civil servant leaving his homework on the train.

Hm, well mission accomplished.

We should let sleeping plods lie I think, don't you?

[Phone beeping]

Good luck, Jack.

[Rain splashing]

[Brian] They think you've got a fancy woman.

Bloody hell, Brian, what are you doing sneaking around?

I was waiting for yer.

And you couldn't wait in the pub?

I wanted to warn you.

They think you've got a fancy woman.

Ah, Elizabeth green, it's not what you think.

It's not what they think.

[He sighs] You understand them

being suspicious though, don't you?

It's all been a bit sudden.

They think I'm running off to France with a floozy,

what do they think I am?

A liar.

You even had me believing it for a while,

until I saw you switch those documents on Fisher.

I saw that, and I thought,

"why would Jack risk everything for this?

Why would he risk his whole future?"

That's when I looked up Elizabeth green.

Brian.

Yeah, the Elizabeth green hospice.

I'm going to the ardeche,

the hospice is arranging the medication

I need to take with me.

When did you find out?

A few weeks ago.

It's in the liver, er nothing they can do.

We're yer friends.

I don't want any fuss.

We're yer friends!

Yes you are, and I want you to remember me as I am.

I want to go away to a place that's special

to Mary and me,

and just be there, with her and our memories.

When are you going?

Asap.

Will you do something for me, Brian?

Yeah, of course I will, anything.

Don't tell anyone.

Not until after.

And I don't want anyone to try and stop me,

or anyone coming after me,

or anyone trying to get in touch with me.

It's just me and Mary,

understand?

Yeah.

Now, get into that pub and put on a brave face.

I'm so sorry, Jack.

Brave face, Brian,

and mine's a large scotch.

[Melancholy music]

[Rain splashing]

[Thunder booming]

[Door squeaking]

[People cheering]

[Melancholy music]