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♪ It's alright, it's okay ♪

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

♪ it's alright, I say, it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ it's alright, doing fine ♪

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

♪ it's alright, I say, it's okay ♪

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

[Sombre orchestral music]

Morning, sleepyhead, rise and shine!

Nancy?

Excuse me?

Yes, love?

I'd like to report a murder.

So some old dear walks into a police station

and reports a murder?

It's just an average Monday morning.

Oh, sorry I'm late, everybody.

Turned into a bit of a session last night.

So, what have we got?

Demented geriatric by all accounts.

No need to be personal.

Nancy hargreaves, 79 years old,

took a bus halfway across London to report a murder.

We have since learned that Nancy has dementia.

Well, did she offer up any more information?

She mentioned her husband

and that's where it starts to get interesting.

[Gerry] How do you mean?

Jimmy hargreaves.

Oh, an old time Bobby.

Disappeared in mysterious circumstances

on the 12th of November, 1956.

Last seen leaving the coach and horses pub in blackfriars

before taking his usual route home along the river.

Took a bit of a tumble, they reckon.

Several eyewitnesses saw him

leave the pub just after 10.

It is believed that he lost his footing,

probably after a few too many points of wallop.

Easily done.

No sign of a body?

No, the river was dragged,

but no body was ever recovered.

So you think this old bird did him in?

Either that or she knows who did.

Danny, dig out the original files.

Steve, come with me, we'll speak to Nancy

and see if we can get anything out of her.

- Okay. - Right, I'll give

Danny a hand.

No, you don't, I need someone to come with me

to Nancy's care home, speak to the residents.

See if she confided in any of them.

[Steve] Does she have any recollection

of her visit to a police station?

Her short-term memory isn't what it was.

Do you think she's up to talking to us?

Don't think for one minute

that she's incapable.

She just gets a bit muddled sometimes, that's all.

Ooh, they are.

Can I help you?

I'm dci Sasha Miller, this is Steve mcandrew.

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

Terry?

It's alright.

This is about what happened yesterday, isn't it?

Mum's always going on walkabout.

I'm really don't see see what it's got to do with your-

your mum went into a police station

to report a murder, Mr. Hargreaves.

She did what?

Two officers had to bring her home.

Mum?

I don't know what they're talking about.

Whose murder, exactly?

That's what we're trying to establish.

Is this true?

Course it isn't.

They got me mixed up with someone else.

I'm just sorry you've had a wasted journey.

I got a call from Victoria bus station once.

They caught her trying to get on a bus to shrewsbury

to see her brother.

He's been dead for 30 years.

Nancy, is there anything you'd like to tell us

about the night your husband disappeared?

Anything you might have neglected

to say at the time, or?

Look, this is ridiculous.

You can't just come in here and start haranguing her.

No one's haranguing anybody, Mr. Hargreaves.

We're just trying to establish the facts.

There was a wedding.

Jimmy and some of the boys

took the groom down the pub.

And that was the last you saw of him?

Look, I really don't see how this is relevant.

Please let her answer.

Jimmy drowned on the way home.

They say he lost his footing.

The officer you spoke to

said you mentioned Jimmy several times

during the interview.

Did I?

Is there anything you want to add

about the circumstances surrounding Jimmy's death?

That's enough, I want you both to leave.

Please, Mr. Hargreaves.

She's just an old woman

who gets a bit confused, that's all.

The last thing she needs

is you lot coming and raking up the past.

Well, that went well.

Excuse me.

I'm ready to go now.

Go where, Nancy?

Home.

Please. I've got to get back.

I can't stay here.

Nancy, I'm not sure that's possible.

Mum!

I turn my back for one minute.

No, don't worry.

But you don't understand.

He's waiting for me.

Who's waiting for you, Nancy?

You must excuse my mother.

She's just over-tired.

Come on, Nancy.

Let's get you back to your room.

Come on.

[Sombre orchestral music]

[Television narrator] The reds just can't stop giggling.

[People laughing]

And that's all still to come.

But first, let's meet the team.

And today our red contestants are sisters-

hello.

I'm Gerry, Gerry standing.

- Shh! - Shh!

Oh, sorry.

Is it always this quiet in here?

Only during "bargain hunt".

Peggy.

Hello, Peggy.

Peggy, I don't suppose you know

someone called Nancy hargreaves, do you?

Oh, she's in the room next to mine.

She's not! How funny.

She ever talk about her husband?

Oh, she keeps herself to herself.

Not much for talking, is Nancy.

Oh, right.

So she's never mentioned his disappearance to you, then?

Not that I recall.

Oh, well.

Are you new here?

Sorry?

I know it's strange to begin with,

but you'll soon get used to it.

No, no, no, I'm not a resident.

I'm just waiting for my colleagues to collect me.

I'm a police officer.

Well, technically i'm not a police officer,

but I work for them.

The unsolved crime and open case squad.

I understand.

No, no, I've got a card here.

Somewhere. What have I done with that?

Nah, I must've left it in my other suit.

- Gerry. - Ah, ah!

Now, will you please tell Peggy I'm not a resident?

Sorry.

He's just having a bit of trouble settling in, that's all.

Oi, you!

Thank you.

Oi!

Bleeding cheek!

She should get her eyes tested.

What'd you find out that Jimmy?

Well, according to his service records,

he's as clean as a whistle.

Bollocks!

Don't judge everyone by your own standards, Gerry.

Even a member of the police choir, second tenor.

This man makes Dixon of dock green

look like Tony soprano.

What cases was he working on at the time?

Disorderly behaviour, pilfering,

petty theft, oh, and a lost dog.

Go through the original investigation,

chances are they've missed something.

You think there was a coverup?

Well, local Bobby dies in suspicious circumstances,

it's the sort of headline they'd wanna avoid.

One of the eyewitnesses

who saw Jimmy leave the pub that night

still lives at the same address.

Pay him a visit, find out what he remembers.

What he remembers?

He's gotta be late 80s, early 90s,

I doubt if he remembers what he had for breakfast!

Go on!

Alright.

What do you reckon?

Oh, local Bobby has one too many,

takes a tumble, I mean...

And Nancy?

Got a bit over-excited reading her Agatha christie.

Before you go.

Yeah?

This is probably silly, but-

[Steve] No, no.

But it's just, she cries out at night sometimes.

Cries out?

It's the same name every time, bertie.

Or at least, I think that's what she's saying.

I told you it was silly.

Well, we'll take anything we can get right now,

thank you for that.

We just gotta get past the son first, eh?

Oh, you leave that to me.

[Gerry] Depressing, innit? Getting old.

I'll take your word for it.

You're no spring chicken yourself.

I wouldn't write me off just yet.

Ah, but the future's bleak, Danny,

the sooner you accept it the better.

I do enjoy these little pep talks.

No, but, you think about it, I mean Holly's at uni,

your wife, well, she's not at home, is she?

One little trip on the stairs and wallop!

You're brown bread in the hallway.

It's just as well I live in a bungalow then, isn't it?

Mr. Harry page?

Who's asking?

I'm Danny gryphon, unsolved crime and open cases squad,

this is Gerry standing.

We're looking into the disappearance

of PC Jimmy hargreaves.

Jimmy hargreaves? [Laughs]

That's a blast from the past!

I wonder if we could come in for a moment?

You'll have to excuse the mess.

I haven't had time for a tidy round.

Blimey.

Harry, don't you think it's time

you had a bit of a spring clean?

It's taken 40 years to build up this collection.

Collection of what?

Trinkets, keepsakes.

Plus I never throw a newspaper away

until I've read it cover to cover.

Where are you up to?

1996.

I'd stop there if I were you,

there's no chance of a happy ending.

So, tell us about Jimmy hargreaves.

Used to live around the corner.

Was he a friend of yours?

I wouldn't say that exactly.

What, the local Bobby?

Figurehead of the community?

Always on hand to help little old ladies across the road?

Appearances can be deceptive.

Meaning what, exactly?

Listen.

Jimmy was always welcoming.

Unlike some of the people down the street.

So, what happened?

Let's just say he had his demons.

Drink?

Gambling mainly.

Dogs, horses, you name it.

He liked a flutter.

Did this leave him out of pocket?

Oh, had a list of ious as long as his arm.

Tell us about the night he disappeared.

I was drinking in the coach and horses

when suddenly Jimmy came staggering in

with a few friends.

What, he'd already had a few, had he?

Tumbling all over the place he was.

Ended up joining this darts match.

Lost a week's wages.

Yeah, well that would have a dampening effect

on the evening, wouldn't it?

He was shouting the odds.

Reckoned this fella tried to cheat him.

There was a scuffle

and Jimmy got very handy with his fists.

So the landlord chucked him out.

And that's the last time you saw him?

Yeah. Tough sod.

Went and took a tumble.

And not for the first time.

Only this time they didn't recover his body.

You should've seen the state of the river then.

Once you're in, you never come out again.

Were you friends with Jimmy's wife?

My wife was, I knew her in passing.

Yeah? What sort of woman was she?

Salt of the earth, that girl.

That girl would do anything for anyone.

And what about her relationship with Jimmy?

I never took much notice.

So, there were never any domestics,

there were never any spats on the street?

What goes on between a man and his wife is his business.

Look, can we get out of here?

Yes, I'll give you a head start.

Well, thank you, Harry.

You've been very useful.

Why are you dragging all this up again?

We're just pursuing a new line of inquiry, that's all.

And Nancy?

She's alright, isn't she?

We'll see ourselves out.

This is bordering on harassment, you know.

Like it or not, we have to take

your mother's statement seriously.

She is a vulnerable woman.

Who potentially holds the key

to your father's disappearance.

Did Nancy ever talk to you

about what happened that night?

Never.

I didn't even know he'd drowned

until I read about it in the paper.

What about your extended family?

Lost all four grandparents during the blitz.

There were the neighbours, of course,

popping in and out, offering tea and sympathy.

Would you say it was a happy marriage?

Yeah, of course it was.

My father worshipped the ground she walked on.

Must've been hard on your mum.

You know, she was never able

to look at his photo again after that night.

It used to sit on her dressing table facing the wall.

And she never remarried.

She stayed in that same house for over 60 years.

That's the only way she could stay close to him.

And the house was sold at the beginning of this year,

is that right?

I couldn't afford to pay for her care.

Not on what I earn.

Must've been a difficult time for both of you.

Broke her heart.

Now, if you don't mind,

I should've been at work hours ago.

Yes, of course.

Before you go,

did your mother ever mention a bertie to you?

Not that I can remember.

Mr. Hargreaves, we'll do everything we can

to make this as painless as possible.

You know, you're wasting your time.

She's just an ordinary woman

who lived an ordinary life.

There is no crime to investigate.

He's just being over-protective,

I'd probably be the same.

Sure that's all it is?

How do you mean?

[Steve] Well, Terry was what, six when Jimmy died?

So?

Then what's the betting he knows more

than he's letting on?

How'd you get on, Gerry?

Well, he was up to his neck in debt,

presumably, he threw the towel in.

Suicide?

No, I don't buy it.

Well, that might be why Nancy

was reluctant to talk to her son, you know.

What, you think she knew?

It's a possibility.

Any mention of depression in his service records?

Passed his medical with flying colours.

Decorated war hero, struggling to adapt

to life on civvy street, you know.

Oh, hold on, hold on.

Look, we're talking about the 50s here.

If you were depressed, you had a swift drink

and got on with it.

Not like today, you can't move in here

without someone sending you to a bleeding counsellor.

Something I noticed from the original investigation,

it referred to Nancy's health as delicate.

Well, in other words, a hypochondriac.

See if you can trace her medical records,

might shed some light on her state of mind at the time.

[Steve] Any luck tracking down the neighbours?

[Danny] Well, we found three so far.

Yeah, and the rest are either dead

or slipped off the radar completely.

And they all say the same thing,

nice, quiet couple, kept themselves to themselves.

Seems too good to be true.

No clue to who this bertie is?

There was no one living on the street with that name.

Keep looking, 'cause he obviously had

some connection to Nancy.

Hang on a sec.

I left sausage roll in here this morning!

And?

Well, it's gone!

Right, let's pick this up in the morning.

Steve, do some digging, see if you can find out

who it was that Jimmy owed money to.

Yeah, more to the point, how much?

Yeah. And the pub fight.

See if anyone else was involved.

Where are you going?

I happen to have a dinner date if you must know.

What, another one? Must be serious.

Does ned know about this?

It's none of his business.

Anyway, it's not that sort of a date.

Yeah, get out there, girl.

- Show him what he's missing. - [Telephone ringing]

[Steve] Steve mcandrew.

- Night! - Goodnight.

Somebody must've nicked it!

I'll be right there.

So, come on, which of you two took it?

You alright, Steve?

Yeah, yeah, bye.

Oi!

Ah, excuse me.

I got a call to say my son was here, Stewart mcandrew?

He was caught in possession of class b drugs.

Tricia.

Thank you.

He was so checking you out.

Shut up!

I'm old enough to be his mother.

Nonsense, cougars are all the rage.

Busy day?

Hmm, one miserable face after another.

Yeah, you're a doctor.

Don't remind me, so come on,

what's all this about?

Work or pleasure?

Oh, it's a bit of both.

Well, we've got this suspect, well,

at least we think she's a suspect,

she's got dementia.

Okay. So what are we talking, vascular?

Alzheimer's.

How advanced?

She was diagnosed three years ago.

And how's her general health?

No real cause for concern

according to her care home.

Well, of course it varies hugely

depending on the individual,

but in my experience

those moments of lucidity aren't lost altogether.

So you think she might still be able to help us?

This is where I say too much

and get into trouble.

Come on, off the record.

Well, certain studies talk about recognition memory.

Sensory stimulation, if you like,

little triggers to the past.

Such as?

Sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch.

You'd be amazed what memories our senses could evoke.

So what happened?

He got caught coming out of some dodgy flat in Camden.

Of all the stupid... [scoffs]

They want one of us to be present during interview.

Oh, that's only 'cause he's underage,

it's nothing to worry about.

How he got hold of the money is anyone's guess.

I'd already told him if he wanted cash

he'd have to earn it.

No idea he was into that kind of thing, I mean...

And there you have it.

[He sighs]

Which one of you would like to act

as Stewart's appropriate adult?

I'll handle this.

[She sighs]

Oh, sorry, force of habit, sorry.

You and me are gonna have words.

I'm sorry.

Have you any idea what went through my mind

when I got that call?

I'm sorry to interrupt,

but I would like to get home these evening.

Yeah. Sorry.

Steve mcandrew, unsolved crimes and open case squad.

Can you confirm that you are Stewart mcandrew?

- Yep. - Speak up.

Yes.

Before you start, can I just ask

what quantity we're looking at?

Approximately seven grammes.

Seven grammes?

Well, that's hardly enough to, I mean.

We're looking at personal use only,

not intent to supply.

Do you admit the charge, Stewart?

Yes.

I would like to point out

that Stewart has no criminal convictions of any kind,

least of all for drug offences.

Until now, that is.

He's a good kid.

Oxbridge material, apparently,

according to his tutor.

Who was caught in possession of a class b drug.

We're talking 15 quid's worth.

Which is why in this instance

we're opting to caution your son

rather than charge him.

So, Stewart.

Whilst a caution is not a criminal conviction,

I should point out that it could end up

being used as evidence of bad character

if you later go to court for another crime.

Did they charge him?

Just a caution.

What the hell were you thinking?

I'm sorry.

How long has this been going on?

It's just the odd spliff, that's all.

Well, it stops today.

Is that understood?

Let's get you home.

You want me to come with you?

Take the keys and wait in the car.

Don't worry, I'll talk to him.

What, you really think

you can bulldoze your way in here

after 10 years and start laying down the law?

-Hang on a minute, I'm just- -no, you hang on!

You're lucky I let stewie come within 10 feet of you

after what you did.

What, you know he was seeing me?

What, the furtive phone calls,

the sneaking around, it doesn't take a genius.

Well, you don't try to stop him.

What's the point?

He'll see the real you soon enough.

Oh, tricia, will you never let this go?

He's my son too!

[Scoffs] Ed has been more of a father

to that boy than you ever were!

You never said where you parked.

[Sombre electronic music]

What are you doing, Gerry?

Crumbs in your drawer.

One call to forensics, and you are bang to rights.

What're you talking about?

My sausage roll.

Are you serious?

Yes, I am bloody serious!

Is this really all you gotta worry about,

I mean, hey, why do I just give you the money?

I mean, what we're talking about here, 70, 80p?

1.20.

Oh, 1.20, sure I can manage that,

here why don't you just take the whole damn lot!

Oh!

No wonder stewie's going off the rails

with an old man like you.

What did you just say to me?

You heard.

Probably ate the damn thing yourself.

What does that mean?

What is it they say, the mind's the first thing to go?

Let's play nicely.

That old dear was probably right.

Probably should be in a home.

I should punch your lights out!

Oh, really, you think you can manage that, do you?

- Think you're up to it? - Oh, I can manage, son.

That's enough!

Do I really have to split you two up?

He started it.

Yes, and I'm finishing it.

Right, what have we got?

Oh, yeah, that bloke Harry who we met yesterday.

He was busted in '57 for running a gambling racket,

ended up banged up.

So those ious of Jimmy's

were actually all for Harry?

Yeah.

Well, go back and see him again.

And take him with you.

This isn't over.

What the hell was that all about?

Oh, forget it.

No, Steve.

Are you, [clears his throat]

Are you really serious about

taking Nancy back to her old house?

I've just spoken to the custody sergeant,

he's fine with it as long as we use an appropriate adult.

Well, what about her son?

Wants nothing to do with it.

Reckons we're chasing ghosts.

All we're doing is returning a suspect

to the scene of the crime.

Well, that's always assuming there is a crime.

Well, there's only one way we're gonna find that out.

Hello, Harry.

We need another little chat.

How much did he owe you?

Nearly a hundred pounds.

And a police officer at that time

would've been earning, what?

Nine, ten quid a week.

I wouldn't know.

You coming in?

No, no thank you.

So even if he gave you a quarter of his wages,

we're talking about almost a year to pay off his debt.

Yep.

Problem with Jimmy was

he didn't know when to stop.

Kept on asking for more.

At first I thought I'd go along with it.

He's a police officer.

He wasn't about to screw me over.

But that's exactly what he did do?

Threaten to grass me up

to the boys in Scotland yard.

So you went after him.

I told you before, I never saw him after he left the pub!

I don't believe you.

Believe what you like.

I think you went after him.

You wanted to get your money back

but he just laughed in your face.

Well, what are you gonna do?

One word from Jimmy and you're looking at a stretch inside.

No.

How'd you do it, Harry?

How did you kill him?

I never killed him, alright?

I could've done, but I didn't.

[Danny] Why not?

'Cause he wasn't worth hanging for.

One other thing.

Yesterday, you seemed a little concerned

about Nancy's welfare.

She was always very kind to me.

You said you only knew her in passing.

So which is it?

We were friends.

Nothing more?

I wouldn't even dignify that with a response.

Come on, Harry!

Attractive woman living round the corner?

Don't tell me

- you weren't tempted. - Oh, leave it!

No, answer the question.

Nancy was strictly off-limits.

Jimmy saw to that.

[Sombre orchestral music]

What did Harry mean when he said

that Nancy was strictly off-limits?

Well, I suspect that being a copper,

Jimmy was the possessive type.

Well, don't look at me.

I was a model husband.

On the rare occasion I went home.

Talking of exes, I see that Steve's wife

is back with a vengeance.

Steve who?

Oh, come on, Gerry.

Every bromance goes through a little rough patch, you know?

You just have to make time for each other.

Listen more.

Hug it out.

Hug it out, with him? You can forget that.

Little present for you.

What's that?

That is the address of a doctor's surgery in Waterloo.

And?

Well, it turns out Nancy was something of a regular.

Yeah, but anything they had

would've been shredded years ago.

No, I've already checked,

all their records have been archived.

What, and it's down to me, is it?

So what are you gonna be doing

while I'm trawling through their bins?

Oh, I thought I'd do a little digging of my own.

Find out whose wedding it was.

Wild goose chase if you ask me.

I mean, I haven't got any suspects.

Haven't even got a bleeding body!

How are you supposed to get into these?

Oh. Done it.

Oh, right.

So how does all this work?

Is it alphabetical?

-If you- -[Door squeaking shut]

Well, thanks a bunch.

[Sombre orchestral music]

We'll take the lead from here.

In your own time, Nancy.

Just tell us when you're ready to talk.

Sooner we're finished here, the happier I'll be.

[Child playing]

What've I told you about running downstairs?

Enemy sighting at 6 o'clock,

permission to fire, sir!

Permission granted.

[Young Nancy] If you're gonna play soldiers,

do it outside!

You're supposed to be dead!

I got another Jerry!

Oh, that's my boy!

[Sasha] Nancy?

Where's she going?

Nancy?

What have they done?

What have they done to my house?

Nancy?

This isn't how it should be!

It's not right. None of it is.

I think she's had enough.

Come on, Nancy, hey.

Let's get you home, it's alright-

get off me!

Now, no one's gonna hurt you.

Get away from me!

It's alright, it's alright.

Nancy, what is it you're so frightened of?

Talk to me, Nancy.

You've been out there again, haven't you?

Parading yourself, making a show of me.

Who was it this time, eh? Bill?

Harry page?

It's all in your head, Jimmy.

So you're calling me a liar now?

Let me fix you another drink.

I don't want another drink!

- [Glass smashing] - [Young Nancy gasps]

[Young Nancy screaming]

I want to go!

Yes, of course.

Please don't keep me here.

It's alright, Nancy.

You don't have to do anything you don't want to.

You should never have brought her here.

[Sasha] I'm sorry.

I tried to save him.

But it was too late.

Who, Nancy?

I didn't even get to Bury him!

Ah.

Margaret Anne blisset married William Thomas Butler

of 38 shiplake street on the 12th of November, 1956.

[Steve] That was next door to Nancy, yeah?

Are they both alive?

Well, they moved out in 1976

to an address in camberwell,

and that's where the trail ends, sadly.

[Sasha] Well keep looking.

Will somebody tell him that I've had to block him in?

The car park's chocka.

[Sighs] Will you two just sort it out, please?

Listen, Gerry, can-

would you tell my colleague

that I have absolutely no interest

in whatever he has to say?

It's like working in a creche.

Except we're dealing with considerably lower iqs.

[Scoffs] Here you go.

Nancy's medical records.

Anything interesting?

Well, it starts off pretty standard,

you know, a bit of bruising here and there,

abrasions on her arm, but then he pushes it up a notch.

Fractured wrist and three broken ribs.

So not only is our local Bobby

a chronic gambler and alcoholic,

he's also handy with his fist.

That would explain Nancy's behaviour at the house.

So why didn't she go to the police?

Well, they wouldn't have bothered

with domestics in those days, would they?

And anyway, he was the police.

Call in the specialist search team.

Specialist search?

Does she know something we don't?

Ceiling, walls, floor,

I want everything ripped up.

[Telephone ringing]

- Steve? - Hmm?

Tricia.

Thanks.

Hello?

I hope he's not in a hurry.

I blocked him in. [Chuckles]

Are you sure about this?

Not really, no.

[Danny] So why are we here?

'Cause I know this house is hiding something.

I've called round all his friends,

but no one's seen him.

What about his mobile?

Switched off.

And you've no idea where he might've gone?

Do you really think i'd be sat here if I did?

Okay, okay.

Do you think the neighbours knew?

Can't see how you could keep a secret

on a street like this.

Come on.

How long does it take to find a body?

That's assuming there's a body to find.

Don't say that.

Still, kudos for getting strickland

to sign off on this one.

Yeah, I didn't.

Well, sometimes you've just gotta take the initiative.

And if we go back empty-handed?

Don't even wanna think about that.

Ma'am? You'd better come and see this.

[Dramatic electronic music]

Is it Jimmy?

So we're just gonna sit here in silence, are we?

Now I know where stewie gets it from.

What do you want me to say? I'm sorry?

It'd be a start, yeah. Mhmm.

[Sighs] You really haven't got a clue, have you?

What it was like being married to you?

The days when you couldn't even get out of your bed

to see your son.

All your highs and your lows.

And we lived through them all.

You were the one who had the affair, remember?

You took stewie and you just disappeared,

I mean, it was terrible.

Is it any wonder?

You, you suffocated the life of me, Steve.

I just needed to find some comfort

from somewhere, anywhere.

I looked at you sometimes

and do you know who I saw staring back at me?

Your father.

You broke us.

Just like he broke you.

Hey.

You've got some explaining to do, pal.

What are you doing here?

We've been looking for you!

Oh, I stayed at a mate's house.

Why didn't you answer your phone?

Well, I lost my phone.

Get in the car.

Are you's okay, now?

Just get in the car.

Now you listen to me.

Not only are you slowly killing off

the few brain cells you've got left.

But you're jeopardising any chance you have

of getting into a university.

Look, I said I'll stop.

And what about the stash your mother found?

It's just what I had left over.

Catch you smoking again,

that stash won't be the only thing

I end up flushing down the toilet.

So are you and mum friends again?

Wouldn't say that exactly.

Well, I suppose we ought to draw up

some sort of timetable.

What for?

Well, if stewie's gonna divide his time

between the two of us.

Cool.

Thank you.

Yes, I know, it's just that I haven't heard

from you in a week.

Well, I don't wanna keep you if you're going out,

where are you going, anywhere nice?

The joys of being a single parent.

And he used to be such a mummy's boy.

You oughta get on the Internet, guv.

Oh, not you as well.

No, seriously.

I mean, there's a million lonely divorcees out there

just gagging to be comforted

by someone just like you.

If that doesn't put her off, Gerry, nothing will.

We've heard back from the forensic anthropologist.

And?

The baby wasn't full-term.

How old?

Six months. Possibly seven.

Jimmy's handiwork?

[Sasha] Quite possibly.

Well, there's your motive right there.

You think she fought back?

I'd say he gave her good reason too, wouldn't you?

Poor cow.

So what do you wanna do?

We bring Nancy in for questioning.

Well, you tread carefully there, governor.

Yeah, I intend to.

No, but even a hint of a balls-up,

the cps will drop this quicker

than a whore's drawers on a Friday night.

Guv.

Look, I don't know

what you're trying to pin on my mother

but it ends right here, is that understood?

Terry, come and take a seat in my office.

Did you know that you had a baby brother?

We found him buried at the house.

What happened?

I don't think we'll ever know that for sure.

Was your father ever violent towards you, Terry?

Never.

We're gonna arrange for your mother

to undergo a capacity assessment.

That way we'll know whether or not

we can interview her formally.

She's a wonderful woman, my mother.

He just pushed her too far.

Nancy?

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you

to come with us to the station.

Once we're there, one of our doctors

will assess whether you can help us further

with our investigation.

Who are you?

Dci Sasha Miller.

I'll just go and get my coat.

I think it might be a bit chilly later.

If I were you I'd put that under lock and key.

Mr. Standing.

Could I have a word?

Yeah, of course, come on.

It's just in here, Nancy.

Terry!

It's alright, I'm here.

Governor, you got a minute?

Can this wait, Gerry?

I don't think so.

Nancy, my colleague here

is gonna make you a cup of tea

and we'll be back with you as soon as we can.

Has something happened?

Sorry, it's just something I need to deal with first.

If you step inside, we'll sort you out.

Harry page has just confessed to Jimmy's murder.

Get strickland to authorise a warrant

to search Harry's house.

Have you seen the state of it?

I'd have more luck raiding a car boot sale.

Just find me something. Anything.

So, let's start at the beginning, shall we?

I killed him.

How?

I followed him out of the park

and we got in a fight.

And then what?

Jimmy got me on the ground.

So I reached up and grabbed a brick.

And hit him where, exactly?

Cracked him straight across the skull.

So where's the body, Harry?

I dumped it in the river.

Busy pub on a Saturday night and no one else saw you?

I hid round the back 'til they closed up.

And then what?

Dragged the body all the way to the river?

That's right.

No.

Take at least two people to move a dead body.

I was a strong man back then.

Oh.

So, come on.

When are you going to charge me?

As soon as we're satisfied you're telling the truth.

[Dramatic music]

Are you looking for Nancy?

Because the police came and took her away.

Actually, Peggy, I've come to see you.

Or to use your full name, Margaret Anne Butler,

nee blisset, formally of number 38 shiplake street.

Now, your wife and Nancy were friends, right?

'Til the day she died.

And I would imagine that London

wasn't a particularly welcoming place back then.

It wasn't.

But Nancy was different?

She went out of her way to make us feel at home.

That woman, ah, she was an angel.

Tell me about Jimmy and Nancy's marriage, Harry.

What about it?

Oh, come on, everyone knows

he used to knock her around.

That wasn't my business.

[Sasha] So you just turned a blind eye?

It wasn't the done thing to interfere.

Especially someone of my colour.

She was pregnant. Did you know?

I had heard.

Except she lost it.

See, we're still trying to establish

whether or not it was a punch or a kick that did it.

You know what I find strange?

That no one on that street did anything.

I mean, you go all out to welcome a bride and groom

but no one helped a woman

who was being beaten to within an inch of her life.

You don't understand.

What's to understand?

You let her down, Harry.

I mean, that's why we're really here, isn't it Harry?

'Cause for the last 60 years

it's been eating away at you.

I tried, god knows I tried!

But Jimmy, he was dangerous!

So you just let it go on?

What choice did we have?

The police weren't gonna turn

on one of their own, were they?

No, but someone did intervene that night.

So who was it, Harry?

Who was man enough to stand up to Jimmy hargreaves?

It was the broach that gave you away, Peggy.

It's a swallowtail if memory serves.

That was a present from my mother on my wedding day.

You and Nancy been friends for long?

Over 65 years.

It must've been hard.

Watching someone you care about

being beaten week in, week out.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, come on, Peggy.

Best friends?

I bet you two shared everything.

Every slap.

Every cry.

I expect you lived it all yourself.

He once punched her so hard

he managed to make her miscarry.

And yet no one intervened.

Oh, the men knew all about it

but they were too scared to do anything.

The night Jimmy disappeared.

Ah, now, that was my wedding day.

[People cheering]

Congratulations!

Oh, you look so fancy!

But all the men went off to the pub, didn't they?

So there you are, the blushing bride.

Waiting eagerly for her husband to come home.

Except it was quite an agonising wait, wasn't it?

What with all the thumps and the screams

coming from next door.

[Dramatic orchestral music]

It sounded like he was going to kill her.

[Nancy screams]

- Nancy! - Help me!

[Peggy] I tried to pull him off her.

But Jimmy wasn't letting go.

He had this look in his eye.

[Young Nancy] Please!

[Peggy] It was the devil, I tell you.

[Danny] What did you do with the body, Peggy?

We waited 'til the early hours

and then we loaded him

into the back of my husband's car.

So where did you take him?

We drove him to a bomb site.

Kids had already been digging, so...

I just covered him up as best I could.

And Nancy?

Oh, she was in shock.

I don't think she knew what was going on.

She loved him, see?

In spite of everything.

A street full of men and not one of them

had the balls to stand up to Jimmy.

Do you want us to do Harry for wasting police time?

Let him go.

I mean, why bother confessing in the first place?

Guilt.

He chose to turn a blind eye,

just like everyone else on that street.

Do you think the cps have got enough to charge Peggy?

It's their call.

What about Nancy?

Think she's suffered enough, don't you?

[Sombre orchestral music]

And what happens now?

I'm gonna take you home, mum.

And bertie?

He's at peace now.

Alright?

Yeah, alright.

Good result today.

It's what we're paid for.

Look, Gerry, about what I said the other day,

I was out of order, okay?

Well at least we agree on something.

It's just not the same drinking without you, alright?

It's cheaper, granted, but...

It's a bit like,

Batman without Robin, you know what I mean?

More like Laurel without Hardy.

[Steve chuckles]

And,

I don't expect you needed me on your case.

Pint?

I'll grab my coat.

We are going for a drink.

Aw.

You coming, governor?

No, I've made other plans, sorry.

[Steve] Danny?

Oh, I think I'll let you two have a little alone time.

And remember, sash,

it's just like riding a bike.

[Steve] Just don't forget

to take your stabilisers off, okay?

And if he gives you any gyp,

you come and find us, alright?

Gerry, the boss and I

have been working on a new case.

Yeah, we could really use your input.

Oh, right yeah, sure, what have you got?

[Steve laughs]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, very funny.

Well, an allegation has been made, Gerry,

it's our duty to follow it up.

You know your trouble, don't you?

You've got too much time on your hands, mate.

[Upbeat music]

Is that what I think it is?

No, no.

Come back here, Gerry!

Hi.

Christ, you look rough.

Oh, it's been one of those days.

Should I even ask?

Mm-mm, it'll only depress you. Don't bother.

What are you doing?

Go to the toilet and get that face sorted out.

No, just what the problem is first.

Sorry?

You said you needed some advice.

Oh, did I? I was lying.

What are you doing?

It's called a set up.

Only talk to the ones with the red straws,

the rest are married.

You'll thank me in the morning!

♪ It's alright, it's okay ♪

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

♪ it's alright, I say it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ it's alright, doing fine ♪

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

♪ it's alright, I say it's okay ♪

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