Original subtitles

♪ 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 ♪

[Sombre music]

You got that report yet?

Yeah.

How long she's been gone?

About three days is it?

[Knocking on door]

Mrs. Barker?

[Glass shattering]

Mrs. Barker?

Tag work from 329, are you receiving?

[Police radio chatter]

[TV announcer] This is a film about the year 1812.

Six stories from around the globe,

each one about art and culture.

Stories that...

[door buzzes]

of the world we recognise today.

[Door buzzes]

Gerry.

Do you know what time it is?

Bleeding gas leak.

My whole street has been evacuated.

So I'm gonna have to use your sofa, mate.

[Guns firing on TV]

[Man snoring]

[Sinister music]

Ellen barker, 49 years old, librarian at ucl.

The boy son?

Philip.

Died in a car crash nine years ago.

I want officers going house to house

as soon as we can.

Pathologist's been held up in ealing,

but I'd say we're looking at blunt trauma,

back of the head, and she's been dead at least three days.

Or we could just wait for the pathologist.

Man on the left, don't we know him?

Lurch.

Ds gryphon ma'am, worked under him for a while.

Retired a couple of years back.

Now with ucos.

Ucos?

Don't know how long he's gonna stay, Danny.

You know, I want to help the guy out, but you know,

he's, it's like he's filling up the flat,

and his snoring's like nothing I've ever heard before,

it goes all the way from, like, amplified Darth Vader

up to, like, asthmatic walrus.

I mean, if I wanted to be nagged,

I could have stayed at one of my girls.

And, he doesn't even have anything proper for breakfast.

So this morning, I offered him granola.

He's allergic.

I mean, what kind of human being's allergic to granola?

Well, whose digestive system

hasn't evolved to tolerate oats, I expect.

I've been thinking.

Could I stay at your place?

No.

Dci Miller?

You don't remember me, Sasha?

Grace, grace mackie.

Yeah, yeah.

No, of course.

Um... it was hendon, wasn't it?

Wow, you look different.

I know.

Dropped four stone, cut my hair.

So, so when did we last, I mean...

Eight years ago.

Johnny mack's funeral.

That's right.

Are you still at... it was peckham, wasn't it?

Clapham, no.

Mit.

Homicide command west.

Congratulations.

Who's your sio?

That'll be me.

Which is why I'm here.

Did you know her well?

Danny?

I met Ellen online.

I missed the job after I retired,

and she wrote a blog, "cold crime confidential".

Nothing sensationalist, just well researched investigations

into various unsolved crimes.

She was talented.

I commented on some of the posts she'd put on.

I stopped when I joined ucos, of course.

But we stayed in touch, and...

Sorry, how did she die?

Blunt force trauma, back of the skull.

Post mortem will confirm.

Were you romantically involved with Ms. Barker?

No.

Why do you think that?

Your photo was on her desk.

Prominent.

Look, I've got an unmarried, middle aged librarian

beaten to death in her own home.

I don't have much, I'm just trying to find a way in.

What about motive?

We're running with robbery.

No signs of forced entry,

possibly someone tricked their way in.

Distraction theft, she catches them in the act,

they panic.

Although, we've no accounts of similar attempts

in the vicinity.

Anything taken?

Hard to tell.

There was no computer at the property.

No, she definitely owned a laptop.

It was quite new, expensive, with a metal casing.

Look, I've been to her home a few times,

maybe I can help.

If you're worried about my personal involvement, it's...

It's not that, it's...

When was she killed?

[Sighs] The pathologist thinks Sunday.

Right, well I was away all weekend, in the cotswolds.

My friend, Fiona, can corroborate that.

Have forensics finished up?

Nearly.

Well then let me visit the scene.

[Mysterious music]

Good to see you again, sarge.

I'm nobody's sarge now, Berry.

Those days are gone.

She's got cuttings going back decades.

Investigation was her hobby.

Some people go fishing, bake cakes.

Ellen liked unsolved crime.

Blimey, who would actually do the job for no money?

I understand you know dci mackie, ma'am?

We trained together.

You must know her well, then.

[Sasha] No, it's funny.

I can't say...

Were the corkboards like this when you entered?

Yes, sarge.

Billie, I need you to get onto pceu,

trace originating ip address behind some of the messages

left on her website.

She received death threats a week ago.

Maybe something, maybe nothing,

but it was a threat to life, and now she's dead.

Dci mackie?

Mm-hmm?

Ellen used these boards to display information

relating to the cases she was working on.

Photographs, cuttings, that sort of thing.

They were chock full of things, every time I visited.

Whatever was pinned on here,

somebody's torn off.

You see, look.

There are pieces of paper stuck under the pins.

Now she wouldn't do that.

It's a trait we shared, a certain meticulousness.

If Ellen moved onto something new,

she would've removed the redundant material,

and filed it away.

This looks like someone just ripped off

whatever was on the board, in a hurry.

So you're suggesting the killer cleared them?

Well maybe he didn't want people to know

what she was working on.

You said she received death threats

on a website devoted to her work.

So she was killed because she was an amateur sleuth?

No disrespect, but maybe we should start with something

a little less fanciful,

before we unleash the conspiracy theories.

Billy, I want to know everything about her personal life.

Her ex-boyfriends, affairs.

Anyone who could've held a grudge.

Thank you for your time, Mr. Gryphon.

Dci Miller.

If we could stick to common approach procedure

on the way out.

Danny.

Take the rest of the day off.

They've got this covered.

[Mysterious music]

Danny.

Nice surprise.

What are you doing here, mate?

Can we go inside, Nathan?

Why would anyone hurt Ellen?

What are the police saying?

You know I can't talk about that.

Oh come on, Danny, one ex-copper to another.

She did receive death threats on her blog.

Did she ever mention them to you?

No she didn't.

And the corkboards in her office

were virtually empty,

have you ever seen them like that?

No.

Maybe she was winding down the blog.

Nah.

Someone had torn the research from the boards.

That's not very Ellen, is it?

You think she was killed because of her blog?

Nathan?

She did mention something.

A new case, she said it was gonna be huge.

Oh, lord.

Oh, this is all my fault.

Your fault?

[Phone message] So I'm doing it,

I'm taking a week of work, and going for it.

Just like you said I could.

[Door buzzing]

Oh, my cab at the station,

bye lovely, can't wait to tell you all about this one.

You're gonna be so jealous.

It's an absolute beast.

[Answerphone beeps]

And she never said what the case was?

But she was travelling to interview witnesses,

now that wasn't normal practise, was it?

No, but like I said, this was something big.

She wanted to take a week off work, get stuck in.

Go interview some of the key players.

I encouraged her.

And you've no idea where she was going?

I should've told her,

I mean, doing this work, following the trail,

that's all good fun,

but what if the trail ends up at a cave,

and in that cave there's a bloody great bear?

You don't poke the bear.

I think she poked the bear, Danny.

Could be totally unrelated.

Check her laptop.

If somebody was covering up,

they'll have wiped that too.

They took it?

Well that's it, then, proof.

She confronted somebody who didn't want to be confronted,

they've killed her, and they've whacked away

any evidence of her interest in the case.

Or maybe she was just robbed.

The boards wouldn't have been emptied,

the board were never empty.

Come on, Danny, think about it.

Why else would someone kill her?

Kept herself to herself, didn't have anything to steal.

Right.

Who are you phoning?

She was getting a cab to the station, we might be able

to work out where she was going.

Nathan, I'm not sure I should get involved in this.

[Tense music]

The minicab dropped her at 10:30, no luggage,

so we have to assume that she was headed there and back

in a day.

So that probably rules out anywhere further than Bristol.

It's a huge area, there's trains every couple of minutes.

This ain't gonna work.

Beast.

That's what she said on her telephone minutes,

"beast of a case".

Mynchampton.

Look, Ellen liked to tease, you know that.

A beast of a case.

The mynchampton murders, the press wrote it up

as the "beauty and the beast."

It was a young girl, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Murdered by a local man.

1990.

Yeah, it was something to do with new agey,

living outside society, pacifist Buddhist types.

Well, involved in a commune of sorts, yes.

The victim was one of four residents.

Uh, Sally tunstall.

But why would Ellen be looking at a crime

that's already been solved?

Controversial verdict.

Maybe she thought she'd found a miscarriage of justice.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Now if Ellen was head to mynchampton,

she'd have had to get a stopping train

to either Redding or slough.

That's what I'm looking for.

Well the next stopping train

would have been the 10:48.

How do you you know that?

You have your hobbies, I have mine.

Now, the next stopping train to mynchampton is 12:22.

Come on.

I did an inventory of your cooking utensils this morning,

and there are some things every kitchen needs.

A parmesan grater, a garlic press,

and a very big, very sharp knife.

You bought all this stuff for me?

Tell you what, I might use them tonight,

you've never tried my beef stroganoff, have you?

No [laughs].

So how long do the gas engineers think they're gonna be?

I don't know, really, why?

Well, it's just, you know,

you said it'd be a night or two, I just wondered.

Oh, I see.

Well I tell you what,

I'll go and stay at Caitlin and Robin's tonight.

No, no, Gerry, that's not what I meant at all.

No, no, no, no.

You did me a big favour, I really appreciate it.

Oh well, you don't have to...

[Tense music]

Excuse me, pal.

What's going on?

Ellen barker murder.

We've got a break.

Where's gryphon, Sasha?

Taking compassionate leave, why?

So the local bloke that did for Sally tunstall,

Dougie haynes, lived just up the road.

He did odd jobs for the commune.

That's right.

People said he had a crush on the girl.

They say that as she went out for a walk,

haynes some how got her into the house,

tried his luck, when she turned him down,

he strangled her.

Buried her body in the woods behind his house.

Wasn't he a bit of a lennie figure?

Henry?

Small.

Steinbeck, "of mice and men".

You know, a gentle giant, but a bit lacking.

Yeah, halfway, yeah, confessed,

but like you said, he wasn't the brightest.

He changed his story post-conviction, said he was innocent,

kept saying that until the day he died.

December 2003, aged 41, diabetes related illness.

What if Ellen uncovered the flaw in the investigation?

We don't even know she was here for sure.

But like you said, miscarriage of justice.

What if haynes was innocent,

and Ellen confronted the real killer with the findings?

[Phone ringing]

Yes Steve?

There's a dci mackie here, asking for you.

Any idea why?

I don't know, but you'd better get back here.

It'll take me a while, next train's not for

another two and half hours.

Where are you?

[Danny] Mynchampton, berkshire.

Right, stay where you are, I'll come and pick you up.

Keep your phone on.

What was all that about?

I've no idea.

[Dogs barking]

Dogs.

Big dogs.

Lots of big, aggressive dogs.

Well that's a good start.

I said all I have to tell in my letters.

I take good care of my damned animals.

I think there may be some mistake.

What, do you mean you're not the rspca?

We're here about Ellen barker, Mrs. Haynes.

Did you know her?

Of course I didn't know her well,

but she seemed a good sort.

When did Ellen visit you?

Uh, I'm not sure.

Couple of weeks ago.

But, of course, we'd been in contact for a few months

before that.

- Tea. - Thank you.

Help yourself to cake.

No idea what's in it.

[Sighing]

So, how did she die?

I'm afraid we can't discuss that.

Her death's still under investigation.

Well if you're not the police,

who are you then?

I was police.

I drive a black cab these days,

but I also do what Ellen did.

I look into cold cases.

Blog about them.

I work for the unsolved crime and open cases squad.

But I should emphasise i'm not here to investigate

your son's case.

What, rake up your own mucky past?

No, of course you won't.

Better just to let it be, and sod the truth.

It's 10 years since he died.

Whole world's forgotten and moved on, but not me.

Mrs. Haynes, we're just Ellen's friends.

We're trying to figure out what happened to her

in the last weeks before she died.

Perhaps you could tell us how you got in contact with her?

Well, I just came across her blog,

and, uh, it covered a case that was a bit like my son's.

And, uh, this other chap had had his verdict overturned,

and Ellen wrote all about it.

I liked what she wrote.

So you got in contact?

Yes.

I told her all about Dougie.

About how the police had intimidated him,

and put words into his mouth.

So she said she'd have a dig around,

and then a few weeks later, I got a phone call,

and she said she had come across some discrepancies.

Did she say what they were?

No, she didn't, she said they were just theories,

and she didn't want to raise my hopes,

not until they were more solid.

That's very interesting.

So what else did Ellen do while she was here?

[Tense music]

That's where they found Sally tunstall.

Buried less that a foot down.

Covered in leaves and sticks.

Why did Ellen need to see where she was buried?

Because she'd read the pathologist's report,

and she was bright enough to see what was going on.

We haven't had a chance...

Sally tunstall was murdered,

and then her body was dragged here to her grave.

Now, look, we've just come the most direct route

from the house, right?

Well what would you expect to find on any body

that had been dragged through all that?

Ripped clothing.

Cuts, abrasions.

Exactly.

But they also found some chips of flint,

embedded in her neck.

As though the body had been dragged down along a path.

But there is no path.

No.

No, there isn't, not to our house.

But there's a path over there.

And the path leads where?

To the road.

And then it comes out near the same bloody farm

where she'd been staying all those months.

Were forensics able to prove that the flint

came from that exact path?

As far as I know, they never even tried.

They'd already got my boy in their sights.

I seem to remember there was other evidence.

Yes, they found some of her hair in the house.

Like I said to the police at the time,

I told them, I'd been doing their laundry for over two weeks

because their machine had broken down,

so her hair could have entered the house that way.

Look, one of them killed her, you know,

and then they pinned it onto my boy.

I know that.

Your son confessed.

Because the police confused him.

And he didn't know which way was up.

Do you actually think that I didn't know my own boy?

Because I raised him.

I knew what he was capable of,

and what he wasn't.

Ellen understood that.

She'd lost her boy too,

so she knew about mothers and sons, and pain and anger,

and she just knew.

[Gunshot rings out]

Jim Tanner, you daft bugger.

What do you think you're doing?

Rabbits.

Rabbits, he says.

You've scared this pair half to death.

You damn fool.

Well either our friend is a very bad shot,

or mynchampton rabbits can climb trees.

- Keep walking. - [Phone ringing]

Steve, where are you?

[Tense music]

It'll be okay, Anna, I promise.

Don't, Jim.

Steve.

Steve, this is Nathan.

Nathan's an ex-copper, friend of Ellen's.

Nathan.

You're flying under the radar, pal,

I need to get you back.

Yeah, there's one place i'd like to see before we do.

- Danny, come on. - I need to do this.

What's so significant about this place?

It housed the commune where the victim Sally tunstall

lived along with Gabriel Stokes, Caroline Tate

and Peter Walsh.

On the night she was killed,

she was heading up the path towards haynes's cottage.

Looks pretty run down.

I presume the si wants to speak to Dan

because he was Ellen's friend?

No, I think it's a lot more serious than that.

Hey Danny...

What time did she leave the house?

Uh, it was 8, I think.

And this was October, so it would have been dark.

So she went for a walk in the dark, on her own.

[Birds chirping]

[Knocking on door]

Hello?

[Sinister music]

Danny, there's nobody here.

We need to go.

One quick look.

Maybe Ellen came here too.

Oh, uh, sorry, we, we knocked.

We don't mean to disturb you.

Are you friends of Ellen?

You know her?

She came to see me.

[Danny] To talk about Sally tunstall?

We lived here together.

You're Caroline Tate.

Did Ellen send you?

I'm afraid Ellen's dead.

There used to be more like you,

mostly at weekends.

They'd drive from Birmingham, London, all over.

Some even brought their children.

Family day out.

But they don't come anymore,

the world's moved on to new horrors.

We're not murder tourists, miss Tate.

And if you spoke to Ellen,

you'd know that she wasn't either.

So, what did she want to know about?

I don't remember.

But I know we talked about the past, the commune.

She wanted to know how things worked, what the rules were.

I told her Gabriel made it up as he went.

Just wanted to be surrounded by people who loved him.

Gabriel?

He ex-husband.

[Caroline snorts]

So there were just the four of you.

We expected to be the first of many.

And Peter Walsh was one.

A college friend of Gabriel's.

I said we shouldn't take him, but Gabriel insisted.

You didn't like him?

Peter? No.

No, I adored Peter, but he was a mess.

Drink, drugs.

He overdosed in 1999.

Poor, sweet man.

And Sally tunstall?

We picked her up at an all-nighter outside Nottingham.

She was pretty, clever, fun.

Sally was a different kind of mistake.

What do you mean by that?

How did Ellen die?

Ellen was murdered.

You should go.

Uh, yes.

If you could just tell us everything that you told Ellen.

I don't remember, i'm sorry, I can't help you.

Well perhaps she told you who else she was going to visit?

Your ex-husband, perhaps?

No.

[Danny] Do you have an address for Gabriel Stokes?

I haven't seen Gabriel for a long, long time.

And now, I'd like you to leave.

[Tense music]

Thank you.

Nathan.

Nathan?

He's gone.

Why would he do that?

Certainly seemed a bit jumpy.

That makes no sense.

Here we go.

Gabriel John Stokes.

All the dates fit, it's definitely him.

He's started using his second name

at his bi-election run in '99.

Bi-election?

He's an mp?

He was appointed junior defence minister

in may of this year.

I mean, John Stokes is a rising star.

Somebody with a lot to lose.

Did you see how she reacted when I asked whether Ellen

had gone to see him?

- Yeah. - Avoided eye contact.

Involuntary hand to throat.

Definitely lying.

I think she's scared.

I'll call John Stokes's office,

see whether Ellen was successful.

Okay.

I understand you wanted to see me.

That's right.

You clearly didn't understand the urgency,

sit down Mr. Gryphon.

[Door slamming]

So, where have you been all afternoon?

Mynchampton.

It's a little village a couple of miles west...

I'm glad you've had a nice day out,

but I'm trying to investigate a murder.

So was Ellen.

She was looking into an old murder at mynchampton.

I think she suspected there'd be a miscarriage of justice,

so she started digging around into the case,

travelled down to the scene,

conducted a few interviews,

and within a week she was dead.

So you think she was killed

because she unlocked some information

that implicated someone else?

Possibly.

It's just, uh, conjecture, for now.

Know what isn't conjecture?

The death threats found on Ellen barker's website.

Well, it must have been linked to her investigation.

Pceu traced numbers post, sarge.

Good.

Turned up to interview the suspect, no one home.

Neighbour said he left with a tall, gaunt man

in an overcoat.

Nathan?

You think Nathan posted those threats?

No, that's not possible.

Well he did seem a bit spooked when I said

the sio wanted to talk to you, Danny.

Where is Nathan wicks?

Uh, we left him in mynchampton.

You left him, or he absconded?

Well, he wasn't in custody, so, yes, he disappeared,

but he probably came back on the train.

Get a train to Paddington, you cover his home.

I'm going to make strickland aware that wicks has absconded.

[Door slamming]

Why do you need to take this to strickland?

No offence, Sasha, but what's it got to do with you?

Danny gryphon works for me.

And I let him onto my crime scene.

I screwed up, I had to let my boss know that.

He's away, so he called strickland,

he's now in charge of the investigation.

You can't seriously think that Danny was aiding him.

He's done everything he can to help.

Help who?

Why was he so keen to get to the crime scene?

Why did he go straight round to wick's house

as soon as he'd finished?

Why did he lie to you about where he's been all day?

And why are you acting like such a bitch, grace?

Oh, that's rich.

Excuse me?

Do you actually remember what you were like at hendon?

Charmed all the people you thought could advance you

and the rest of us, just so much shit beneath your shoe.

Well look at us now.

I'm running an mit squad, you're playing cluedo

in an old folk's home.

Look, Sasha...

Why didn't you tell me what you were doing,

both of you?

Make me look a complete fool.

Don't you ever embarrass me like that again.

Out.

[Sombre music]

[Document papers rustling]

I'm heading off now, so, uh...

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

Danny.

Ds Wainwright called, they'd apprehended wicks.

Thank you for letting me know.

It wasn't Nathan.

I don't know why he did what he did,

but it wasn't him.

It all links back the tunstall murder.

Now I've been going back

through some of the old case records,

and I'm pretty sure I know where Ellen went next.

Listen.

I trust your instincts, Danny.

I know that you want justice for your friend,

but nobody has sanctioned this investigation.

I'm sorry, Danny.

The police took a statement from Stokes

after tunstall's body was found,

but two days later he volunteered some extra information

and said Dougie haynes was infatuated with Sally tunstall.

Why didn't he say that when he was first interviewed?

Do you think he was trying to lead them towards haynes?

Maybe.

What makes you think he's gonna make a move today?

Because I called his office.

Oh, I see.

If he's got something to hide, maybe he'll panic,

make a wrong move.

He claims never to have met Ellen barker,

so either he's a dead end, or-

or we've got a line to work with.

Yeah.

Uh, does the governor know we're doing this?

Not yet.

I hope he's not going to be too long, Danny.

I've got 20 witness statements on the clacton case

to work through by 12.

Look, I know I'm asking a lot.

- Ah, it's... - Nah, nah, it's good fun.

Tailing a politician under the governor's radar,

yeah, takes me back to when I was working in vice.

[Group laughing]

Oh dear.

You all right, Gerry?

No, yeah, I'm fine, it's just,

Caitlin's sofa bed isn't exactly pocket sprung.

Yeah.

Is that Stokes leaving now?

[Tense music]

Not taking his car.

Keep your phone on, I'll follow on foot.

Okay.

He's going into the tube.

[Station announcer speaks]

[Station announcer] Will passengers intending

to travel on this service

please go to the train now.

Just exiting Paddington tube.

[Station announcer] This is the 15:33 western service

to Cardiff central, which is ready to leave.

[Tense music]

Danny.

All right?

Under the clock.

Waiting for someone?

Probably a bird, it's always a bird, innit?

Yeah.

If you're that uncomfortable at Caitlin's,

come and stay at mine tonight.

I'm not sure your sofa's much better.

Well take my bed, why don't you?

Yeah, all right.

[Steve] You're seriously going to take me up on that?

You just offered it to me.

I'm very amenable.

Look, I told you, bit of fluff.

That's his ex-wife.

All this cloak and dagger stuff to meet an ex?

Bit weird, isn't it?

You follow Stokes, I'll take her.

[Tannoy voice]

Yesterday you said you hadn't seen your ex-husband

in over 20 years.

Why the sudden renewal in relations?

[Gulps] Gabriel, I mean John,

rang me a couple of weeks ago.

He was furious.

He said someone had been asking questions

about Sally tunstall, and he wanted to know

if they'd been in contact with me too.

Ellen?

Did he say he met her?

Did he say where?

He mentioned a pub.

Don't remember a name?

I'm sorry, no.

But he did say it was her suggestion.

I'll get onto it.

Why meet with him today?

He rang again last night.

Why last night?

I don't know.

And what did he say when he called?

Just that he wanted to speak to me.

He said he'd drive over to mynchampton,

but I said I'd rather meet somewhere more public.

Here, in London.

What did he want to talk about?

Sally.

What about Sally?

I don't think I can do this.

Yesterday you told me Sally tunstall was a mistake.

What did you mean by that?

Nothing, I didn't mean anything.

Look, I want to leave.

Can I go now?

Caroline listen.

We understand if you're afraid of this man.

But you can't go on covering for him now.

If the sio on the Ellen barker murder

decides to go this way,

it's all gonna come out anyway.

So you're better to be on the side of the angels.

That's us, by the way.

The night she was killed,

I discovered that Sally and Gabriel were having an affair.

We argued, Sally left, and I went upstairs.

And what did Stokes do?

He followed her.

How long was he gone for?

I don't know exactly.

An hour, maybe?

If you knew this, why didn't you tell us?

Because it's what Gabriel wanted,

and Gabriel always gets what he wants.

He said we should all tell the same story,

best not mention the argument.

And by that stage, we were trying to heal the relationship.

And the police were already looking at haynes.

Which is where Stokes wanted us to look.

Hence the additional statement.

Do you really think Gabriel could have done this?

Well now we know it was logistically possible,

the question is why.

Do you know why, miss Tate?

[Sombre music]

We now know that Stokes had the opportunity to kill Sally.

Caroline thinks he may have been motivated by money.

Stokes's father in law was a city financier,

but he lost it all in black Wednesday '92.

However, at the time of the murder,

he was still a very wealthy man.

When Caroline found out about the affair,

Stokes made it clear that he was ending it.

He chose his marriage over Sally.

Now understandably, Sally was very upset, and angry,

and threatened to tell everybody she knew.

Including Caroline's father, Stokes's golden goose.

Motive means opportunity.

And none of this was reported

to the original investigation team?

The argument, the affair?

No.

As far as they were concerned,

Sally tunstall just took a walk in the evening light.

I don't understand.

What don't you understand?

Why I'm here?

Well, we think Ellen barker's murder could be linked

to her investigation of the Sally tunstall...

I just don't think that because Ellen was...

Do you have a suspect, dci mackie?

Nathan wicks.

And you're confident?

We've interviewed, he's given us an alibi,

we're in the process of corroborating.

What else have you got on Stokes?

He denies meeting Ellen barker.

But I've just come back from Ellen's local, in hounslow,

the crown and sceptre.

The landlord there recognised Stokes,

and said they definitely met on Thursday 8th.

Three days before she was killed.

So you're saying that Stokes,

or someone working for Stokes,

murdered Ellen barker because she was getting close

to the truth?

Well, do you buy this?

It's a lead.

We can check it out.

Let us talk to him, sir.

Well, it's a little difficult

dragging a serving minister off the street.

I understand it might make life a little difficult, sir,

but this is a strong lead.

Let us talk to him.

Ellen barker is an mit investigation.

But surely all that matters is that we find

who is responsible.

Look, sir, I understand Stokes's position

might make things difficult for you,

but a woman has been murdered,

and everything is pointing his way.

And I realise that she was your friend, Danny.

That's irrelevant, sir.

I'll admit to being led by emotion in the first instance,

but not now.

This is about uncovering a truth.

For Sally and for Ellen.

All right.

Contact his office.

Request the minister's attendance.

But make it clear that he's not a suspect at this moment,

we just want to talk.

Stress the importance, but allow him to come in

under his own steam, and interview him here,

away from the buzz of the main investigation.

I want to be in the room, sir.

If there's even the slightest chance

this interview could be relevant to the barker murder,

I need to be there.

All right.

[Mackie] So you're now saying you did meet Ellen barker.

Yeah, she came to my constituency surgery,

said she was looking into Sally tunstall's death.

I told her I couldn't talk to her then,

but I'd happily sit down with her some other time,

diary permitting.

And you did?

[Stokes] Yes, she emailed me, I replied, we met.

On Thursday the 8th of September,

at the crown and sceptre pub, hounslow?

[Stokes] Correct, she didn't have a car,

so I asked her to arrange a pub, somewhere near her home.

Didn't want any of your office staff knowing who she was?

Why meet at all?

Could have fobbed her off quite easily.

Yes, I was curious.

What did Ellen barker want to know?

Well I've already said,

she wanted to talk about Sally tunstall.

Look, is all this relevant?

Forgive us, minister.

We're just trying to establish

the nature of your relationship with the dead woman.

There was no relationship.

What about your relationship with Sally tunstall?

Ah, somebody's been talking to my ex-wife.

Were you sleeping with Sally tunstall?

I came here in good faith.

Are you investigating Sally's death, or Ellen barker's,

I'm confused.

Both.

[Stoker] Are you planning to arrest me?

Not at this time.

Then this interview's over.

There's no point in lying, we will find out.

Were you sleeping with Sally tunstall, Mr. Stokes?

Yes.

[Danny] Why didn't you tell the police?

I was trying to save my marriage.

The night Sally tunstall was murdered,

your ex-wife found out about the affair.

There was an argument, yes?

And you followed Sally tunstall outside.

No.

I never left the house.

Your ex-wife disputes that,

said you were gone for up to an hour.

My ex-wife isn't in a position to know,

she was otherwise engaged upstairs, smashing up our bedroom.

You lied about the argument,

you lied about your movements,

people don't lie without a reason, do they, minister?

No, you're right.

They don't.

You know, you really are a terrible judge of character,

as am I.

My ex-wife has a done a number on us both.

Caroline would never forgive me

for what happened with Sally.

She grew bitter.

She couldn't move on.

So I had to.

Our breakup was extremely unpleasant.

And I can't remember exactly when it was

that she first asked me for money,

but it was about the time that Pete died,

around the time that my political career began to take off.

I have it all documented at home.

She came to you for money?

Yes, and she's been hanging this threat over me

for the last 15 years or so.

What threat?

That if I didn't pay her, she'd rake up the past.

Say I'd gone out after Sally.

And it didn't matter if it was true or not,

she knew that the doubt would finish me.

And she wasn't asking for vast sums.

Just enough to keep her in whiskey, poor dear.

I mean, I don't even think it was about the money at all.

This paltry lie, that you've uncovered,

that was about the only thing that Caroline and I

still shared.

And I could see it nourished her.

And so I paid her.

And I carried on paying her.

Right up until yesterday, in fact.

So... I don't know who she's made to look more of a fool.

Me, or you.

[Plaintive music]

So it's his word against hers.

Go back to Caroline Tate if you want to,

but let mit handle Ellen barker.

Thank you for your cooperation, minister,

if we need anything further, we'll be in touch

with your office.

You do know that this didn't have to be

quite so uncivilised.

I was quite prepared to tell you what happened

when I met with Ellen.

I think she, like you, suspected I'd done something wrong.

She talked to Caroline, after all.

She started by asking about Sally.

Then about the setup of the commune.

And then she took a call, and I went to the bar,

and when I came back, everything had changed.

She seemed embarrassed.

Couldn't get out of there quick enough.

How do you mean?

She apologised to me, said she'd got it wrong.

Didn't want to talk about Sally tunstall anymore.

Said she was sorry for wasting my time.

And this was straight after the phone call?

Yes, the phone call changed everything.

Did she say who it was from?

No.

I'm sure we have ways of finding these things out.

[Tense music]

Well this is good, I mean this is really good here, Danny.

It's fish soup.

It's Cullen skink.

Very good fish soup.

Just thought I'd give you a little taste of home.

It was either this, or mince and tatties.

Right, now for something English.

Wiener schnitzel.

Ah, they've emailed Ellen barker's phone records.

When do we think she got that call?

Thursday evening between 7:30 and 8.

Nothing.

No incoming, no outgoing.

Why would Stokes like about her getting a phone call?

Maybe he didn't.

[Tense music]

595-632.

And she only used this number for cold crime work, yes?

I, I'm sorry, Danny.

That's not enough, Nathan.

I was in love with her.

I loved her ever since I met her that night in the pub.

So you write obscene messages on her website?

I didn't mean any of that.

I loved Ellen.

You threatened to kill her.

Because she could never see me that way.

She could never see me that way,

and that broke my heart.

And those things that I wrote,

those things that are horrible, horrible things.

That was just me letting off steam.

I was sat at home, on my tod, pissed, lonely, frustrated,

full of all that stuff.

I wanted to top myself.

It was only ever two things I wanted in my life.

The job in cid,

and Ellen.

I didn't hurt her, Danny.

I know.

[Smooth jazz music]

Another?

It's fine, you've made your gesture, we can go now.

What gesture's that?

Buy me a drink, prove your not a monster.

Tell me, did I sleep with your boyfriend back then,

and forget all about it?

What boyfriend? I'm gay.

Oh, oh right, okay.

Christ, Sasha, I'm not gay.

Oh.

Just goes to show though, doesn't it,

I didn't even register on your radar.

Look, obviously this isn't going to work.

I thought that we could just have a quick drink

and put the past behind us, but...

Clearly you don't want to do that.

Vodka.

- [Lively dance music] - Was I really that bad?

I don't remember being this uber bitch.

Just knew what you wanted, and you had to get it.

Maybe I should have paid attention earlier.

Learnt how to play the game.

Might be sitting in a bigger office.

It's not a game worth playing, believe me,

it's like, designed by men to be played by men.

Encourage you to act like them, and when you do,

they hate you for it.

Yeah.

Do you know, I was promoted once in 13 years.

Lost weight, cut my hair, two promotions in four.

Maybe losing all that weight helped you

to do your job better.

So, you've played the game, and then you get to half time

and you stop, and you look around, and you think,

what's the point?

I'm tired all the time, and everyone I know is a total arse.

That's why I like my old boys.

They're done with all that, there's no preening,

there's no politics, it's just the job,

and that's how it should be.

To the old boys.

Yeah, to my old boys.

How do you know she had a separate work phone?

Ellen may have been an amateur,

but she liked to keep things professional.

Danny.

Thursday 8th.

Got it.

Incoming call, reading area code,

and that includes mynchampton.

Brilliant.

Here we go.

[Phone voice] Yeah?

Oh, good morning.

Am I speaking to the house owner?

[Phone voice] What are you selling?

I'm trying to trace the person who made a phone call...

[dialling tone bleeps]

What are you doing?

I know that voice.

[Tense music]

It's confirmed.

Number is registered to James Thomas Tanner.

His family have been tenant farmers in mynchampton

since the early 1960s, and he works a farm

300 metres from where Barbara haynes owns property.

Now we know he called Ellen barker at 7:49 pm

on Thursday 8th, and we don't know what he said to her,

but it obviously upset Ellen.

Mr. Tanner here's the proud owner

of a 1992 4x4 Toyota pickup.

Which the anpc cameras picked up travelling eastbound

on the m4, and then travelling back the same day,

Sunday 11th.

The day Ellen was killed.

Can we put him close to the scene?

Well the brentford cameras didn't pick him up, so...

He got off, hounslow?

Got officers going door to door.

Billy, contact thames valley, see if they'll play ball.

Ma'am.

We need to speak to Mr. Tanner.

[Sinister music]

You called Ellen barker on Thursday 8th September.

May we ask why?

Mr. Tanner?

The phone call to Ellen barker.

Wanted it to stop.

This is your vehicle, caught on camera

driving into greater London three days earlier.

Where were going, Mr. Tanner?

To see her.

What was the purpose of your visit?

Well after I called her that one time,

she wouldn't answer my calls no more.

So I drove to see her.

Had to make her stop.

Why was it so important

that Ellen should stop her investigation?

Because she might find out the truth.

The truth about what really happened to Sally tunstall.

In your witness statement at the time,

you claimed to have been at the pub

the night Sally was killed.

Now that was corroborated,

and we know you couldn't have done it,

so what did happen to Sally tunstall?

I don't know.

You're not making much sense, Mr. Tanner.

You didn't want her to find out the truth,

but you don't know what that is?

It was upsetting Barbara.

I killed her.

I killed the barker woman.

James Tanner, I'm arresting you on suspicion...

Just a moment.

I want him to tell us why.

Why did you kill her?

I told you why.

So let me get this straight,

you killed her because Ellen's investigation

was going to uncover a truth,

that you claim to have no knowledge of,

but that would, what, upset your neighbour?

Yes.

That's why you strangled her?

Yes.

That's why you put your hands around her throat

and you choked her to death?

Yes.

Ellen barker wasn't strangled.

But you did phone her.

And that phone call changed everything for her.

She backed off.

And Ellen would never back off

unless she was threatened, or convinced of a truth.

So either you threatened her, or you convinced her.

But convinced her of what?

I threatened her.

I killed her.

No.

No, no, no.

You convinced her.

You knew something.

Oh, yes.

Yes, yes, yeah...

There was no miscarriage of justice.

Dougie haynes did it after all, and you knew.

That's why you wanted Ellen to stop her investigation.

How did you know for sure?

Did you see something?

No, no, because you weren't there.

Did he confess?

Of course he did.

Wouldn't tell his mother.

Terrified of disappointing her, so he came to you.

Dougie haynes did it, and you knew.

And it was only a matter of time

before Ellen came to the same conclusion.

I threatened her,

I killed her.

Because it was upsetting Barbara, that's what you said.

That's why you called her,

and that's why you wanted her to stop.

Because you never told Barbara haynes

what her son told you that night.

Did you?

How could I?

With Dougie gone...

That's all she had left.

Did Barbara haynes kill Ellen?

Ellen promised me she'd stop all contact.

She promised me she'd never tell Barbara.

Mrs. Haynes.

[Dogs barking]

Barbara?

[Several gunshots ring out]

Mrs. Haynes.

Put the weapon down.

[Plaintive music]

Old dogs.

Not having them end up in a shelter.

Always taken good care of my animals.

Dougie was nearly three before he walked, you know.

Mrs. Haynes...

That was my job, I had to defend him.

Kids can be so cruel, can't they?

What happened to Ellen barker, Mrs. Haynes?

I called her up on the Sunday morning.

I just wanted to know what's going on.

And she said she was stopping the investigation.

She didn't give any reason for it.

But I'd been waiting, I'd been hoping.

So I decided I was going to, to borrow Jim's truck.

Did he know what you planned to do?

No.

No, no, he'd have tried to stop me if he'd known.

He was always on at me to let the past be.

So you drove to Ellen's.

Yes, and I asked her,

I begged her,

I said, "why are you giving up?"

And all that she said was,

she said that she thought Dougie was guilty, [whimpers],

and she'd got absolutely nothing to back it up,

she was just like everybody else.

I was so angry.

So you killed her.

Because I thought she was the one

who was finally going to see.

But your son was guilty, he confessed.

Because the police confused him.

He confessed to Jim Tanner the very next day.

Tanner was trying to protect you.

Ellen barker paid the price.

[Sombre music]

[Steve] So she confessed straight away?

Mm.

They found Ellen's laptop buried in her garden,

along with the paperwork she'd taken from her house.

So in a way, following Ellen's trail

led her straight to her own car.

In a way, yes.

Just had to follow the breadcrumbs.

Mm.

You did well.

She was your friend, you did her proud.

Excuse me, boys.

Those two are thick as thieves these days, aren't they?

[Laughs] Talking of out of hours bonding,

you must be relieved to get back home, eh?

Yeah, I will be, yeah, I'm still at Steve's.

But you got the message from the gas company?

No.

What message?

Well the work's finished, it's safe to return home.

I told Steve to pass it on.

Oh, that must have slipped my mind after...

Uh...

Well, I, you know, I just thought you and me, you know,

it was going well, I just thought that...

It's got nothing to do with you and me.

It's all down to my grub.

Well, okay, okay.

I was looking forward to your lamb tagine, all right?

Were you?

Well the lamb tagine is staying in the pot.

From now on, Gerry's cafe is closed.

Nice one, Dan.

Now you've upset the missus.

[Sly music]

♪ 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 ♪