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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, 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 the day ♪

[Reporters talking agitatedly]

All right, okay!

I will make a statement if I can just hear myself think!

I'm delighted that the tribunal has reached this verdict.

This judgement represents an opportunity

for all organisations to shatter glass ceilings.

There is no room for sexism in the workplace,

no room for sexism in any place in 2014.

So this is one small battle won, thank you.

Ms Willis?

You spent the first few years

of your life on greenham common.

Is it fair to say that your upbringing

provided you with the tenacity

which has helped see you win

this case against your ex-employer?

I've no doubt the two are linked, yes.

You mother fought hard for women's rights

as well as protesting trident.

She must be very proud.

Was she with you at court today?

She couldn't be here unfortunately, no.

Would you still call yourself an activist?

Well, if by activist you mean being

a vigorous supporter of a political cause,

then yes, absolutely I am an activist.

And your father was an activist?

You're going to have to be a bit clearer

about where you're heading with this.

It's merely an observation.

Two very different approaches.

You've gone down a more legal route, your father

adopted a bit of a different approach, didn't he?

My father was a terrorist, it's no secret.

Neither does it have any relevance to this tribunal.

That's all for now, thank you.

Do you know how much she got in damages?

200,000 apparently.

200 grand for sexual discrimination.

What a load of bollocks.

Yeah, I think that's the point she's making, Gerry.

So she didn't get the promotion she wanted.

I didn't get the bloody promotion I wanted, either.

Slightly more to it than that, Gerry.

And as criminal as it might seem,

that's not what we're looking at here.

Winston lovett was an activist

heavily involved with a group in the eighties

called protest for peace.

On Thursday 4th June 1982,

he attempted a terrorist attack

at a demonstration against trident in central London.

Court records show he was carrying an ied.

Improvised explosive device.

Where I come from, that's a homemade bomb.

Well, when made by novices or with substandard materials

they can either fail to detonate

or detonate too early, killing the maker.

Which is exactly what happened to lovett.

[Steve] Own goal, eh?

A few days after this press conference aired,

bryony Willis received an anonymous note.

"Your father was no terrorist, he was murdered."

[Steve] Let's have a look.

Fingerprints have gone through ident1, no match.

Could be someone that he was close to at the time,

possibly another activist.

And we're really going to waste our time and energy

following this up?

Some hippie terrorist?

Contradiction in terms, there.

A loony then.

Look, a known agitator blows

himself to smithereens, so what?

[Sasha's phone beeps]

Then 30-odd years later,

some other loony cries murder and everyone jumps!

In my day, you ignored loonies.

You listening, guvnor?

Sorry.

Why would a peace campaigner plant a bomb anyway?

We're talking about political activists not terrorists.

Is there a difference?

A big one, yes.

Well, look at animal rights campaigners.

I mean, god forbid anybody hurts little fluffy bunny

but it's fine to stick a nail bomb

through somebody's letterbox.

I mean, it's totally contradictory.

Maybe that's the whole point.

Perversely, it sort of makes sense.

What better way to highlight the inanity

of nuclear weaponry than by attempting

to blow up a load of innocent people.

Well, I think it's a waste of bleeding time.

Gerry, what are you always telling me about instinct?

Ah now, that's better!

In 2005 there was a body found in wapping,

scrote on scrote, and I always reckoned

a bloke called Gary Talbot was involved someway.

Well, he's just been nicked.

You reckon we can make him cop, guvnor?

Great, we'll come back to that

once we've dealt with this case, shall we?

Danny, with me.

What case?

I'm not deaf, Gerry.

I know it's a cliche, but you never get bored

of that view, do you?

"Architecture aims at eternity", Christopher wren.

He designed st Paul's.

It is stunning, though.

"Earth has not anything to show more fair

- "dull... - "Dull would he be of soul

"who could pass by a sight so touching in its majesty.

"This city now doth, like a garment, wear

"the beauty of the morning, silent, bare."

Wordsworth, he's a poet?

Lovely home you have, mrs Willis.

Did you expect me to live in a tent?

[Ms Willis chuckles]

And it's ms not mrs, I'm not married.

Oh.

Nothing against it as an institution.

I'd have happily married Winston,

but he didn't want anything to do with "the bastard state",

as he called it.

He's not even named on bryony's birth certificate.

[Gerry] Thank you.

He refused to come to the registry office with me.

"I don't need a sodding piece of paper

"to tell me I'm my daughter's father."

Now, I did have a problem with that.

But still, there was no budging him.

Slice of Victoria sponge?

It's gluten free.

[Gerry] Oh, yeah.

[Bryony] It wasn't orgies every night of the week

and sitting round a campfire

knitting dream catchers on greenham.

Take a seat.

[Sasha] Thank you.

I had to clear my plate and do my homework,

get to bed early just like any other child.

[Sasha] Do you have any idea who sent the note?

No.

Why bring it to the police?

I never doubted what my father did

and I grew up hating him for it.

I think if there's even the faintest possibility

that it's not true, then I have to know.

[Gerry] Now, this note that your daughter received.

Have you any idea who's behind it?

None.

Do you think he was murdered, Alison?

What I think doesn't matter, does it?

You're the police.

Yes, and we need your help.

What you think matters a great deal.

I've never thought he was murdered, no.

But then I never thought he'd plant a bomb.

Bryony, you were six when your father died.

Can you tell us anything about that day?

Anything you can remember?

There was a coachload of us that went up to London

for this protest, i'd stayed up late with dad

the night before, making a banner.

We arrived, and I remember getting off the coach.

Everyone was chanting and singing.

I was so little, I could hardly see anything.

But I remember I dropped my Teddy bear

and dad picked it up.

We were all being pushed along by the crowd,

and I'm not sure how it happened

but somehow we got separated from dad.

So I was walking with mum,

and we were listening to speeches

and there were people cheering.

That was the last time I saw him.

Then we heard this massive explosion.

[Bomb exploding and people screaming]

From a side street.

Mum grabbed me and the police swarmed, that was it.

Must have been difficult.

Losing your dad, the inquest afterwards,

all that media attention.

I think I must have just blocked it out.

I know I was very young when he died,

but I can remember him.

Things like carrying me up to bed

and reading stories, you know.

Sitting on his shoulders.

He was a normal father, he was a good dad.

I went through all of this with the police

when it happened, many, many times.

I had no idea.

We're not suggesting you had anything

to do with the planned attack that day.

I should hope not.

Look, we just need to find out

who wrote that note and what's the truth behind it.

I don't know.

In fact, the only conclusion I feel comfortable drawing

is that you can't ever really know

the truth about anyone or anything, can you?

Take bryony.

An incredibly talented artist,

gave it all up for a career in banking.

Now, where that decision came from, I have no idea.

I'm a social worker, for heaven's sake.

I'd rather she joined the police,

and that's saying something.

Being a police officer and having a social conscience

aren't mutually exclusive, you know.

I'm sure they're not, I apologise.

Is that the three of you together?

We were on holiday in dorset.

Beautiful memories.

I scattered his ashes there.

Pains my heart to keep it up,

pains my heart to take it down.

[Dan] Did your dad fall out with other protestors?

Yep, all the time.

Men weren't really welcome on greenham.

Mum said there was always some ploy

to try and get him off the site.

The radfems in particular,

I think they believed that men

shouldn't be allowed on greenham.

Any names?

Frances Kane was the leader of the radfems

and there was always some sort of strife

going on between her and my dad.

Apart from her, can't really remember.

And what did your mum think about you working in the city?

What's that got to do with anything, sorry?

Well, it's a long way from greenham common, isn't it?

I sold my soul to the devil, apparently.

I think mum believes that I deliberately

turned my back on everything

that she and dad tried to instil in me,

but it's the opposite really.

We don't speak, we haven't for several years, actually.

I'm late for a meeting.

Thank you for your time.

[Bryony] You're welcome.

Can I just ask something else?

[Bryony] Yes.

Curried porridge.

I saw a documentary about greenham common,

apparently it was a stable diet.

Did you not eat...?

No, I never ate curried porridge.

Right, well, thanks for your time.

Well, thanks very much for taking the time to talk to me.

Thank you, goodbye.

Right, David Thompson, vegan outreach,

spent a lot of time at greenham.

He had a connection to Winston lovett?

Dunno, he carped it 15 years ago, that was his missus.

But there's a lesson to be learned here.

Mung beans kill.

He died from eating mung beans?

No, he got run over, but it was probably

because he was so hungry, he wasn't concentrating.

I mean personally, I've got to have at least

one portion of red meat a day or I get the shakes.

That's alcohol withdrawal.

How'd it go with bryony Willis?

No leads on who sent the note.

We could do with talking to Frances Kane,

leader of the radfem group on greenham.

Wanted Winston lovett off the site,

they were arch enemies, apparently.

How did you two get on with Alison Willis?

Well, the only thing worth

mentioning about her is her cake.

Best Victoria sponge I've ever tasted

since my gran's, and that's saying something.

Light as a feather!

Cold butter.

What?

The secret of a good Victoria sponge.

Is it?

Well, if it's too soft, the mixture becomes oily

and the finished cake is too dense.

Is that a fact?

Anything you want to share with us

that's maybe relevant to the case?

Sorry, sorry, so we checked out

some of the other greenham protestors

who were on site the same time as Winston,

and one of them's got links to the angry brigade.

[Dan] The angry brigade?

Yeah.

Britain's first urban guerrilla group.

Yeah, I remember that mob in the early seventies.

Plotted a string of bombings against government buildings.

25 attacks carried out, no deaths.

And there was a member on greenham.

[Steve] Yeah, Mary griffiths, record as long as your arm.

Mostly for activist related crime.

She's in prison now.

Don't these activists ever retire?

Just put their feet up and watch 'cash in the attic'?

Er, could say the same about-

yes, yes, yes, thank you very much.

Apparently there was a fair amount of antagonism

between protest for peace and the angry brigade.

Had the same goals but very different methods.

We need to visit Mary griffiths.

Find out exactly how much she had to do with lovett.

Okay, right.

Frances Kane is a university lecturer.

Evolutionary psychology and feminism,

so if it's all the same to you,

I'd prefer a trip to the Nick.

Do you know what percentage of students

get a job that's actually related to their degree?

[Steve] No, I don't, but I've a funny feeling

you're just about to tell me.

[Gerry] Twenty percent.

[Steve] Is that a fact?

[Gerry] Yeah.

So that means there's eighty percent of them

faffing about for three years

doing media studies or some other airy fairy nonsense

and for what?

To become a mortgage advisor!

[Steve] Yeah, but it's all about the experience,

though, isn't it?

[Gerry] Save me the social conscience crap,

I'm paying for that experience.

That's very generous of you, Gerry.

I tell you what, if they want an experience,

tell them to get up at five o'clock every morning,

do a 15-hour shift covered in animal guts,

cause that's what I was doing at their age.

And that is an experience!

Yeah, but to be fair, Gerry,

training as a butcher doesn't have that much

to do with detective work, now, does it?

That's not true actually.

Because once you can quarter a cow

single handed without flinching,

huh, prepares you for anything, doesn't it?

Students, don't know their born, most of them.

No, I didn't think Winston lovett

should have been allowed at greenham.

It was a place for women,

one of the very few places we had.

Sadly, things aren't that much different now.

Bryony Willis said that the radfem group

instigated a campaign to get Winston lovett off the site.

You led that campaign, didn't you?

Yes, yes I did.

Why are you asking me about something

that happened over 30 years ago?

Well, a few days ago Winston's daughter

got a note saying that he'd been murdered.

Now, we've got to find out who sent that note and why.

And you think I murdered him?

Okay, hands up, you got me.

I bumped him off and made earrings out of his testicles.

Miss Kane.

The man blew himself up, for god's sake.

I'm a feminist, not a raging bloody maniac.

Do you have any idea who might have wanted him dead?

None whatsoever.

Is my vagina bothering you?

Sorry.

No, no, it's very nice.

I had it made for my 50th birthday.

I call it "my portrait".

You mean that's... you?

That is your...

Yes, yes, it's me.

I take it back about quartering a cow.

It did not prepare me for that.

[Ominous music]

It's me.

We need to talk, now.

[Door rattling]

[Sasha] Thank you.

My first visitors this stretch.

Not quite what I was hoping for.

This is your sixth custodial sentence?

Can't keep me out of the place.

Fine dining, widescreen televisions, hot tubs.

It's exactly like you read about in the papers.

What do you want?

Winston lovett.

He's dead!

Yes, we're fully aware he's dead.

Mary, I understand that we're probably

not topping your favourite people's list right now,

but we'd really appreciate some cooperation.

Is it true you were a member of the angry brigade?

That in itself's not illegal.

I was never directly involved in any of their campaigns.

But you do condone what they did?

How were relations between

the angry brigade and protest for peace?

I can only speak for myself.

Then would you mind doing so, please?

I thought some were all right,

some were complete tossers.

And what about Winston lovett, was he a complete tosser?

Winston was one of the more dynamic members.

I'd go so far as to say we were political kindred spirits.

Both of us were in favour of direct action.

There were 96 missiles at greenham.

Each one was four times more powerful

than the atomic bomb that destroyed Hiroshima.

Now you think about that for a second.

There's only so much singing around a campfire you can do

before your realise you're about as useful

as an ashtray on a motorbike!

You had to make yourself heard.

That's what Winston did.

Did he involve you in his plans for the attack?

Unfortunately not.

Unfortunately?

Because I'd have tried to talk him out of it

and he'd still be alive today!

That must have stung.

You political kindred spirit

not including you in his master plan.

Not really.

Any decision he made would have been about protecting me.

He had my best interests at heart.

Really? How can you be so sure about that?

Because we were in love.

So Alison finds out that Winston and Mary

are having an affair, and what?

She plants a bomb on him in a fit of jealous rage?

Talk about 50 ways to leave your lover.

[Dan] Certainly an effective way

to deal with a cheating husband.

Let's get her in first thing tomorrow.

What about Frances Kane?

Don't even go there.

Frightened the life out of me, that woman.

I think she's got a bit of a soft spot for you, Gerry.

Oh, don't!

Anyway, never struck me as a cold-blooded killer.

Apparently Winston lovett became something of a rockstar

in activist circles after his death.

Yeah, well that lot love a martyr, don't they?

Exactly, maybe the note was from someone jealous

trying to knock him off his perch.

What, 30 years later?

Some grudge.

It's a possibility.

Immaculately presented two-bedroom apartment,

generously sized rooms, two bathrooms,

recently refurbished, viewing highly recommended.

Do you mind?

That's private.

Well sorry, but it's not as though

you're looking up leather-clad nympho grannies now, is it?

It's still private.

Okay, okay, take it easy.

You thinking of downsizing, Dan?

That's a good idea, isn't it?

I mean, you all on your own, rattling round that house.

Well, I haven't made my mind up yet, I'm just browsing.

Browsing?

Listen, you don't browse houses,

you browse in garden centres, John Lewis.

But that property market is hard out there, mate.

You go in there with the attitude

that you're just browsing, you're gonna get stiffed!

It's a difficult decision, isn't it, selling your home?

No it isn't, what's difficult about it?

He's on his own.

Holly still needs a room,

it's her house as much as anyone's.

Well, yeah, Christmas, summer holidays,

the occasional weekend,

but basically she's flown the nest, hasn't she?

This is about you.

Exactly, it's my business.

Yeah, well you can't be sentimental about it, mate!

At the end of the day,

all you're talking about is bricks and mortar.

You've got to get your sensible bonce on and really think...

[Door slams]

What's the matter with him?

Who knows?

Well, I certainly don't.

Come on, pub!

Couldn't have put it better myself.

No, not for me, thanks.

I am going for a drink with a friend.

[Gerry] Thought you looked a bit dapper.

Who is the lucky sod?

[Sasha] None of your business!

Thank you, sash, for coming tonight.

It's only dinner, it really is just dinner.

I know, it's great to see you though.

- I miss you. - How's work?

Sorry.

Ned, you said you wouldn't do that, you promised.

I know, I'm sorry.

It was going to come out at some point tonight,

better now when i'm sober and level headed.

Good evening, would you like to see the wine list?

I think we're both fine with water, thank you.

[Melancholy piano music]

Hello, yes.

I've seen a property on your website

and I'd like to arrange a viewing.

My name is Dan gryphon and my number is 0-7-double...

[Ominous music]

[Door buzzes]

[Tense music]

[Sentimental piano music]

Sleep tight, little bean.

[Phone rings]

Hello?

Thank you for a lovely night.

I'm not expecting you to say anything.

No, good.

I don't want you to take this the wrong way,

but it was great not talking about anything big.

[Sasha laughs]

That's not me trying to wriggle out of anything.

Ned, I'm going, okay?

Yeah.

I mean it was just great being with you.

[Sasha] Goodnight.

[Sad music]

[Alison] Mary griffiths is a liar.

Why would she make something like that up?

Because she's delusional.

Winston paid her a bit of attention,

and she's taken it completely the wrong way.

She said they had sex, Alison.

Right under your nose.

Must have been pretty hard to hack.

I imagine it wasn't much of a secret

around the camp, either.

[Sasha] You had no idea.

He didn't love her.

He wasn't the man you thought he was,

though, was he, Alison?

He will have had his reasons.

It wasn't real.

I think Mary griffiths might argue with you on that point.

She seemed pretty convinced by him.

I can tell you for a fact it wasn't real!

Why are you so sure about that?

Alison, why wouldn't it have been real?

Whatever it is you're not telling us, Alison,

we will find out, so I suggest you cut to the chase

and tell us the truth before we lose Patience.

How do you know for a fact

that Winston didn't have feelings for Mary griffiths?

Because he was an undercover police officer.

I found out about a week before he died.

He'd been acting very strangely for a while before that,

erratic, sort of unravelling.

I knew there was something wrong, but I didn't know what.

And then one day, he just cracked.

Of all the things I was expecting him to tell me,

that was the very last.

He said he just couldn't hold it in any more.

The relief on his face!

Like he'd been acquitted of some awful crime.

Cried like a baby, said he was glad.

And he didn't mention Mary griffiths?

Just spoke about the pressure

they put on him to get information.

[Dan] Special branch.

With Mary's links to the angry brigade,

he must have been targeting her.

What about you, Alison?

What about me?

Come on, you can't be that naive, surely.

Winston wasn't targeting me!

It had taken him about five minutes

to know I was no threat to anyone.

He told me the truth, then a week later he was dead.

You sent the note, didn't you?

When I saw bryony on television, I just couldn't bear it.

Telling everyone her father was a terrorist.

I couldn't let her go on thinking that.

So who do you think killed Winston?

He'd been keeping his bosses at special branch

at arm's length for a long as he possibly could

so that he wouldn't have to leave us.

We were going to go to the demonstration that day

and then get as far away as possible.

Leave in the campervan and never come back.

They must have got wind of it.

You think special branch killed Winston?

It's the only answer that makes any sense.

He was a security threat now.

They couldn't risk him revealing the truth,

so they silenced him forever.

Secrets act?

[Dac strickland] Yeah, I need you to refer to it,

refresh your memories, then sign, please.

[Sasha] Sir, can I ask, what's going on?

Well, I wish I knew.

I've been looking up all the relevant files

for that period, but they've been seriously meddled with.

Any relating to this case are either

redacted or missing altogether.

Information's pretty scant, to be honest.

I did discover, however,

that Winston lovett's real name was DC Benjamin harker.

Deep swimmer.

What?

That's what they used to call the people

who went the whole hog

and adopted the lifestyle of the people

they were supposed to be infiltrating.

Yeah, yeah, there's been quite a few

stories about that recently, hasn't there, yeah.

You ever done any of this swimming yourself, Danny?

I dabbled.

Exact circumstances surrounding harker's death

have been omitted for obvious reasons.

Quite apart from the public scandal,

it would have compromised every other

undercover operation they had running at the time.

Sounds like he did a pretty good job of that himself.

Why didn't they just pull him out

as soon as they found out that he'd fathered a child?

Well, possibly because he was closing in

on their chief suspect, Mary griffiths.

The security of any undercover operation

had to take precedence

over other, less crucial considerations.

Like people's lives.

What's he doing carrying a real bomb?

That Mary griffiths, she had to be involved somewhere.

Well, he might have gone rogue.

They can't have been exactly over the moon

that their entire undercover operation was threatened.

Harker was unravelling,

maybe special branch couldn't take the risk.

You mean like, collateral damage kind of thing?

I doubt it, let's not get too carried away

with conspiracy theories.

I just need you to find out exactly how he died.

Keep me updated.

We nearly there?

Two more minutes.

Look, I'm not averse to a bit of fresh air,

but this has turned into aimless wandering.

Think of it as a field trip,

sort of team building exercise.

I prefer my team building indoors with a pint in my hand.

And with the rest of the team!

Here we go.

Team building in a graveyard?

Yeah, I lied about that bit.

I didn't think you'd come if I told you the truth.

[Gerry lets out an exasperated sigh]

Undercover officers back then

tended to assume the identity

of someone who was born around the same time

who was also deceased,

preferably with no living relatives or significant others.

Teaching your granddad to suck eggs, but go on.

So I thought, go back to basics,

visit Winston lovett's grave,

see if it throws anything up.

No, you're right, I wouldn't have come with you

if you'd told me the truth.

I hate cemeteries.

Really? I can't get enough of them.

I'm going to get cremated.

Nobody's putting me in a box six feet under.

Bingo, meet the real Winston lovett.

18th December 1952 to the 24th may 1960.

Eight years old.

That bouquet looks fairly recent.

Yeah, but look at the state of the whole thing,

I mean, dirty old headstone, I mean,

who'd put a bunch of flowers on a grave like that?

[Sasha] Good question.

[Gerry] Look, all I'm saying is,

if it means you're catching terrorists,

does it matter if you overstep the Mark?

[Sasha] Overstep the Mark?

You need binoculars to even see the Mark, Gerry.

He had a kid with someone.

[Gerry] Yeah.

Anyway, this is greenham common

we're talking about here, not the ira.

It's a bit like using a sledgehammer to crack a peanut.

Here, oh just wait here a sec.

What's your favourite flower?

The sort they make steak and kidney pie with.

There is a sensitive side in there somewhere,

Gerry, and I will dig it out one day.

You bloody won't!

I love gerberas, they're so pretty, aren't they?

Now they are prone to drooping,

I'm not going to lie to you, sweetheart,

so what you've got to do, you've got to watch out

for the stems softening at the bottoms,

just give them a little snip, that should sort it out.

[Customer] Okay, thank you!

Hello darling, can I help you?

Sounds like you know your stuff.

Well, I've been doing this 20 years,

I never get bored, I was born for it.

I mean, you get some florists,

well they're not florists,

they're shop assistants in my opinion,

and you don't get the same service, you see.

Whereas this is my passion, my raison d'etre.

Come in here with a fiver or five hundred quid,

you're going to get the same service!

Flowers are my life.

What can I do for you?

I'll take a bunch of these, please.

Mm, carnations, not very popular anymore, not very trendy.

I always say they'll come back into fashion,

like old people's names for babies.

They've got different meanings.

Yellow's supposed to be disappointment,

but I wouldn't mention that, you know, if it's a gift.

Six ninety-nine.

Oh, thanks.

I wonder if you could help me with something else as well.

I'm actually looking to track someone down.

They could have been in this shop recently.

Could be a long shot.

I've got a photogenic memory.

You're leaving now, yeah, and say I bump into you

like somewhere completely unrelated in three months' time,

I'll be like, "yellow carnations, 16th June!"

I'm like bloody rainman!

Thing is, I'm not actually sure who it is I'm looking for.

Right.

See, some flowers were brought from here recently,

and they were left on the grave of a local cemetery.

I'm trying to track down who it was that left them.

You don't have a name?

[Sasha] No.

We get a lot of people in here buying for the cemetery.

Remember what variety they were?

Blue?

[Florist laughs]

They could be a relation.

The grave they were left at were Winston lovett's.

Winston lovett.

I know that name, and I'll tell you for why.

We deliver, you see, take it to the actual grave,

every year on his birthday and the anniversary of his death.

Yes, so sad.

We take the order over the phone,

maybe the customer's housebound, I don't know.

I don't like to ask, I'm not that sort.

Have you got any contact details, please?

I have indeed, I'll get get the book.

No, I don't even need the book.

Could you just look in the book?

Yeah, I'll just get the book.

Thanks.

[Mary griffiths] Twice in one week, I'm honoured.

Mary, this is my colleague, Steve macandrew.

[Steve] Hello.

How did your relationship with Winston lovett end?

Straight to the point, no small talk,

he's very efficient, isn't he?

Weather's been wonderful this week, hasn't it?

How did your relationship end?

With a bang.

Gallows humour, sorry.

You were still involved when he died.

Very much so.

[Dan] You see, I'm not so sure about that, Mary.

I think you might be telling us little porkies.

I don't like your attitude.

And I don't like yours either,

so there we go, that's one thing

we've got in common at least, wonderful.

Now, you're lying about Winston lovett.

Why on earth would I do that?

[Dan] You tell us.

Wasting police time, serious offence.

I'm an upstanding citizen.

Sorry, got to make your own fun in here.

Wonderful bloke, Winston.

Wasn't really my type.

Did you kill him?

Of course I didn't, I admired him, he was a comrade.

Exactly.

And when a comrade betrays you like that.

Betrays me?

How could he betray me?

Winston was probably the only one I could trust.

Really?

Why are you saying he betrayed me?

I think you know, Mary.

Your only ally.

Must have been a bit of a blow.

He earned your trust, and he let you down.

I bet you were kicking yourself he didn't go sooner.

Nobody likes looking stupid, do they?

Was he sleeping with her?

Who?

Frances.

It was her I love, not him, but she wasn't interested.

I confided in Winston, then I saw them together.

It was the day of the march, just before he died.

They were having an argument.

[Steve] From what we've heard that wasn't exactly unusual.

It wasn't that sort of an argument, not bickering.

It seemed personal, intimate.

I've never forgotten it.

Flower sender is a mrs croft,

she gave us an address, Chamberlain road.

I like her policy on customer confidentiality!

You all right there, Gerry?

You can put those on the back seat if you like.

No, I'm fine.

No one's ever bought me flowers before.

I was trying to guess which colour you prefer,

and I thought yellow.

Yeah, I like yellow, they're nice, thanks.

Hold on, where are we going?

To see mrs croft, where do you think we're going?

And say what?

Hello, we're from ucos, there's been a bit of a mess up,

cause one of our colleagues has nicked

one of your dead relative's identity.

No, I'm not going to put it quite like that, Gerry.

I should hope not!

We've signed the secrets act.

Yes, I know, exactly.

Just don't worry, leave it to me.

59, here we are.

Hello.

Oh, hello, what can I do for you?

[Sasha] Mr croft, is your wife in please?

No, she's out at the moment, can I help?

[Gerry] We're from ucos.

Unsolved crime and open case squad.

What's happened?

Oh, it's nothing to worry about.

We'd like to speak to mrs croft about a Winston lovett.

Yeah, she leaves flowers on his grave.

Yeah, that's her brother, he died

when he was a small child.

Look, can I ask what this is about.

It's nothing to be concerned about, honestly.

If you could ask mrs croft to call us, please?

Thank you.

[Gerry] Thank you.

So Mary griffiths is either an Oscar-winning liar

or she didn't actually murder lovett.

[Sasha] And she reckons she saw him and Frances Kane

arguing shortly before he died?

[Steve] Yeah.

I knew that bird was iffy.

I mean, who gets a sculpture of your own doo-dah made, eh?

[Sasha] What's that got to do with anything?

Well, I don't know, Gerry.

I mean, you've got a photo of yourself

and your triumph stag there.

Yeah, but I'm fully clothed.

It's not as if I'm waving my tackle about, is it?

Yeah, but it's what it represents though, isn't it?

Very true, you know what they say

about men and their cars.

Behave.

Who are the flowers from, by the way?

A gentleman never tells.

Still got it, eh?

I never lost it mate.

Danny, what car do you drive?

I haven't got one at the moment.

Can never get the bloody thing started.

How's the house hunting going?

It's not.

I did a little more digging on Frances Kane.

Home address.

Thanks, we'll pay her a visit.

Danny.

This is a pretty staggering coincidence, Frances.

Somebody at the same address

laying flowers on the grave of another Winston lovett, wow.

Unless, I don't know, but maybe

there's something you're not telling us.

I've been waiting for you to come back.

My husband said I should call you, explain everything.

Great, go ahead.

Croft is my birth name, Kane is my professional name.

It was also my undercover name.

It was a student protest in '68 that started everything.

The revolutionary vanguard.

Things were very black and white.

You were either for the establishment or against it.

My father was in the police,

it seemed only natural to follow in his footsteps.

I earned my place in special branch,

but I went undercover for the wrong reasons.

To get out.

Almost as soon as I arrived at greenham,

I felt like I was home.

That is some turn around.

Well, my heart wasn't in it,

I did it to please my parents.

What was your connection with Ben harker?

We were colleagues, but we didn't get along.

My allegiance changed very quickly

but I couldn't tell him that.

Why leave flowers on the boy's grave?

I don't know where Ben's buried.

Special branch cut me out completely.

I needed to pay my respects somewhere,

so I took flowers to Winston lovett's grave

and I have done every year since.

Even though you didn't particularly like him?

Look, we were puppets doing special branch dirty work

with no input or support from them.

I may not have been best buddies with the man

but I felt responsible for his death somehow.

I didn't kill him, for god's sake.

The man took his own life

when the pressure got too much, I'm sure of it.

I only wish he'd talked to me,

maybe I could have stopped him.

What did he tell you about Mary griffiths?

Not much.

Mary griffiths was his find,

so he was very secretive about her.

God forbid I should steal any of his thunder.

And what about bryony and Alison?

I was appalled.

How he lived with himself.

I was never cut out for that degree of manipulation.

Look, if this gets out, about my past, I'd be ruined.

I've managed to move on and start afresh.

If only Ben harker hadn't made such terrible mistakes,

then maybe he could have done the same.

It's a pretty horrifying way to end it all if it's true.

He had a breakdown and cracked, it's plausible.

Yes, but why would special branch

omit it from his file, though?

Because it reflects badly on them.

We mustn't lose sight of Mary griffiths, though.

Absolutely, sir.

Okay, we can talk more tomorrow when the others are here.

I think it's probably time to call it a day, isn't it?

I'll be off in a minute.

[Dac strickland] See you both in the morning.

- [Sasha] Good night, sir. - Good night.

Am I going to have to give you

one of my daughter Holly's lectures?

Hmm?

About staying in the office

if there's nobody at home anymore.

I'll be five minutes, I promise.

Good, and don't get her started

on the dangers of cheap microwave meals for one.

Apparently that's one step away

from wearing a slanket and spending all weekend on the sofa.

Well then I'm a lost cause, I'm afraid.

Well, So am I, just don't tell my daughter.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Night.

Dan.

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine thanks.

The empty nest.

It can be tough.

[Sasha's phone beeps]

[Mysterious music]

[Phone rings]

Hello? Hello?

[Ominous music intensifies]

I'm so sorry.

Ned!

Why can't you just knock on the door

like any other normal person?

Instead of hovering like a freak.

I wasn't sure whether it was a good idea or not.

I wanted to see you, but then I thought it was selfish.

I'm sorry.

You didn't reply to my text.

Come on ned, I'm busy.

Yeah, I know.

This is selfish, actually.

Do you still love me?

In for a penny.

Wasn't I in this?

I cut you out.

Can't say I blame you.

To be honest, I think it would be worse seeing myself in it.

Stop it, stop.

I love you, Sasha.

I really, really love you.

[Phone rings]

Sasha Miller.

I'm on my way.

Sasha.

Sorry, it's work, I have to go.

[Ned] When can we talk?

[Sasha] Er, I don't know ned.

- [Ominous music] - [Phone rings]

Hello?

[Sasha] Bryony, it's dci Sasha Miller.

Come up.

[Sasha] I couldn't see anyone down there.

[Bryony] I'm not imagining things,

somebody's been following me.

It's been happening for days,

and I thought I was being paranoid, but I'm not, I swear.

I believe you.

Have you any idea who it might be?

No.

They followed you up, don't answer it.

It's okay, just stay there.

Well, can you call for backup?

No, I promise it's all right bryony.

Who is it?

[Man behind door] I need to speak to bryony.

[Sasha] Who are you?

[Man behind door] Please, I'm not going to hurt her.

[Sasha] My name's dci Sasha Miller,

the rest of my team will be here shortly.

[Man behind door] I don't care.

It's over, I want it to stop.

Let me talk to bryony.

Bryony!

[Sasha] Not till you tell us who you are.

[Man behind door] Bryony, it's me.

It's your dad.

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, little bean.

[Dramatic orchestral music]

So were you and Frances Kane together

the whole time that you were playing

happy families with bryony and Alison?

No, we sought solace with each other afterwards.

Never underestimate the importance

of someone who understands what it's like

to walk in your shoes.

Since the day you saw her,

Frances has been telling me to keep it together,

keep it quiet, ride it out.

I should have listened to her.

But I couldn't stand it anymore.

So it was you who put the flowers

on Winston lovett's grave?

Mm.

In my two years as an undercover police officer

in a peace camp, do you know

what my most important discovery was?

We're all ears.

That the people who live there,

despite their petty squabbles and differences,

just want peace.

He's a bloody fool.

I told him no good would come of telling the truth.

It was the same back then.

I knew Ben was unravelling,

but I persuaded him to hang on in there.

Or I thought I had.

So you knew that he was going to fake his own death?

Not that part.

He begged me to help him escape somehow, but I refused.

I had no idea he was planning something so extreme.

It wasn't until afterwards that I saw the light as well.

Realised how pointless the whole thing was.

All for nothing.

We've had to live with the consequences ever since.

I had no idea.

That he was alive or that he was

an undercover police officer?

That he was alive.

But you knew he was a liar, you knew that?

I'm so sorry.

[Door opens]

Ben harker wants to see you both.

I can tell him no, it's no problem.

No, no, no, I want to see him.

Would it be all right with you

if I had a couple of minutes alone with him first?

After your mother discovered the truth,

I had to do something.

Both of you loved Winston, not me.

The only way out was to kill him.

[Crowd chants]

The protest that day was supposed to be an opportunity

to incite some sort of direct action.

Prove special branch right.

But I knew it was my only chance to escape.

Frances followed me.

She could tell I was going to do something stupid,

but she couldn't stop me.

Seconds later, Winston was dead.

[Bomb explodes and crowd screams]

I was losing it.

I pleaded with them to get me out.

This seemed the only way to make them take any notice.

We scattered your ashes.

I loved you, bryony.

Always did, always will.

Look at me, look at me, look me in the eye.

I deserve that much, surely.

You love me, that's what you're saying, you love me?

Why not just walk away, I don't understand.

Why would you let me believe my whole life

the person I loved, trusted more than anyone in the world,

could be capable of terrorism?

Is that love?

I can't expect you to understand.

No, you can't.

The only thing I do understand

is that my father didn't die that day

because in fact he never existed in the first place.

Alison.

I pity you with every bone in my body.

What a wretched, miserable man you must be.

Pardon me for stating the obvious, pal,

but this is some almighty bloody mess you've made.

What's that saying,

nobody ever died of the truth.

I'm not so sure.

Can I go now, please?

[Sad music]

I know it seems a bit weird,

but it feels like I can finally say goodbye to dad.

It's not weird.

Do you want some time alone?

Please.

[Gerry] And we think we're a bit messed up.

[Dan] Speak for yourself.

There will of course be an internal inquiry.

Emphasis on "internal".

The people responsible will be held accountable,

I'll make sure of that.

Well I can't help it, I feel a bit sorry for the poor sod.

He did have a choice, Gerry.

Tis a goodly life you lead,

if only you are strong enough to lead it.

Shakespeare?

'Wind in the willows'.

[Gerry chuckles]

♪ 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, 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 the day ♪