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Come on!

Hi, Vicky.

Tommy!
What?

I need you! Now!

Don't start till I'm back.

Move out of my way.
Out of my way, please!

Bye!

Whoo-hoo!

OK. Watch. Watch.
Whoo! Whoo!

Vicky!
Help!

Please, hold on!

Hold on, Vicky!

Vicky!

Vicky!

Vicky!

Vicky...

Oh, that is my idea of hell.

I'd be puking
before it even left the ground.

You're such a sensitive soul, Satch.
How long is this going to take?

Long as it takes, darling.
Let's get some order.

We do have work to do, despite
Bob the Builder's best efforts.

You're making progress.
It's coming on.

Oh, this is crazy, Mike.

Yeah, but it's going to look good,
isn't it?

It's a reward
for excellence in our field.

The home secretary's
unscheduled visit,

to praise us on our results.

The best record
across all of London.

For that, we need new computers?

No, but we need this lot sorted out
before she pops in.

And before you start
chewing my ear off,

thank your stars you needn't make
a speech or have lunch with her.

Satch - someone waiting for you
in reception.

So! Where are we up to?

That's her, guv.

Hi. Can I help you?

I'm DI Satchell.
I know.

You're shorter than I expected.

Your dad was tall.

Sorry - have we met?

You don't recognise me? Well,

I suppose the last time you saw me,
you were about eight.

Tess.

What do you want?

It's not easy for me to come here.

Look, I know our families never
got on, but we need your help.

The girl on the Big Wheel
was murdered.

Uh - I was just reading about that
in the paper.

I don't think so.
It was an accident.

We don't have accidents. We have the
best safety record in the country.

We've known for a time
they'd try something dirty, but...

Yeah, um...
just give me a minute, yeah?

Who's your friend?

Uh, it's my Aunt Tess.

Says she's got information
about the girl who died at the fair,

reckons it's suspicious.

What, she works there?
Yeah.

She works at the fair?
Yeah.

She's um...a psychic.

She's a fortune-teller?

I did not see that coming, Satch!

Hi. Tess. You're Satch's auntie?
I'm DCI Roisin Connor.

He says you don't believe
the girl's death was an accident.

There's developers after the land.

Like I said to David,
they want to discredit us.

You think they'd put
a girl's life at risk?

Well, she died. Someone must have
tampered with the Big Wheel.

Look, Health & Safety are on it.

They'd let us know
of anything suspicious.

But they're not asking
the right questions.

Please, David.

We're desperate.
Don't worry, Tess.

David? I want you to go
and check it out for me, please.

Lovely to meet you.

Uh...right, come on.

All right, mate?

Yes, sir.

Are you going to let us
open the fair tonight?

It's not really up to me.
It's more Health & Safety.

DS Satchell.

Were you here last night?
Yeah.

Show me how this works.

They all work like this, do they?

Like the one she fell from?

That was the one.
They're all exactly the same.

Do people fit these themselves?
No, we do. We're always checking.

OK, go ahead.

Were you checking last night?

Not when she fell.

There was trouble, a fight.

I had to help Pops break it up.

'No!'

'Stop it! Stop the Wheel! STOP!'

What's your name?
Tommy Gilbert.

Well, I'm, ah...Tess's nephew.

She thinks last night may not have
been an accident. What do you think?

This girl who fell, Vicky,
did you know her?

No.
No...

No, why would you?

So Pops runs the fair.
What's his name?

Tommy Gilbert.

What, another Tommy Gilbert?

Is he your dad?
Grandad. That's his there.

We have the best safety record
in the UK.

83,000,000-1 chance
of dying on a funfair ride.

12 times more likely
to get knocked over getting here.

So you think the accident was
someone trying to kill off business?

No, they'll be queuing up
for the Death Ride tonight.

Disappointed when they find
it's closed.

That's exactly what it was, though.

An accident.

Stay, Tommy.
I've got to go.

I said stay.

Do some counting.

Tess thinks
someone did it on purpose.

She shouldn't have got you here.

Health & Safety
don't think it's suspicious.

Have you got
an accident report book?

Did you restore all this yourself?

Every brush stroke. He's a genius.

Hello, David.

I'll do your scrying for you later,
Pops.

David's my nephew. Will you eat?
He's not staying.

Take whatever you came for.

Then piss off.

Sir, you might want a word
with the dead girl's friend.

Her name's Lisa.
Thanks.

Sorry, can I have a quick word?

I'm DS Satchell. Are you Lisa?

Lay off him, will you?
Leave him alone!

He should never
have brought that cop in!

You have no fucking idea!
It wasn't his fault!

You want to get the boy in trouble?

You want him to go to prison?
Get off!

I told her not to go,
especially at night. She's so young.

You were on the ride with Vicky
when it happened?

It must have been terrifying.

It's those boys.
They're a bloody liability.

Which boys?
I didn't know them.

Leading kids on,
making them do stupid things.

Were they messing about, Lisa?

What happened?
Vicky stood up -

I told her not to go. Told her
so many times. Too many accidents.

You'll listen now, Lisa, won't you?
Sorry - what kind of accidents?

My sister says
there's been problems this year.

I never wanted to go on the ride.
It was Vicky's idea.

'Come on!'

Mike wants this lot sorted out.

Send it to general registry for
filing, Satch. You can't move here.

Well, you look busy!
Sarge?

Was your gran the Bearded Lady?
Uncle the Strongest Man?

A girl died,
in case you'd forgotten.

Yeah, but seriously,
what did you find out?

Someone put a curse on your family?

I wish. They're a bunch of weirdos.

Mum said Tess was a nut job.

The bloke who runs the fair's
not much better.

The miserable sod
told me to piss off.

Anyway, it was an accident anyway.

They just don't want us
to get involved.

So that's it, is it?

It was an accident,
no need for an investigation?

How can you be so sure? Oh -

of course, it's the psychic roots
kicking in.

Oh, great.
Is anyone else's phone working?

Hello, testing. Whitehall 1212.

Nah - dead. The phone, that is.

General registry, Satch.
It's not going sort itself.

D'you know what?
I really fancy a trip to the fair.

I could get my palm read.

I could go and ask old Auntie Tess
what's in store for us all.

How about a punch in the mouth?
Ha, ha!

Why are you so sure
it's an accident?

An 83,000,000-1 of dying
in a funfair ride. I looked it up.

Yeah. Well, Vicky Ellis
was the unlucky 83rd millionth.

Lesson: don't stand up
on the Big Wheel.

She stood up?
Yeah. The safety bar gave way.

That doesn't sound like an accident.
Oh, please. Come on.

What else did they say?
Nothing. Well -

the girl who was with Vicky
on the ride,

her mother said there's been
a lot more accidents this year.

And did you check it out?
No. What are you waiting for, Satch?

There's bugger all I can do
with no phones.

I'll go to A & E.

No. Satch can go and check that out.
You go to the funfair,

find out
why Tess is messing us around.

Don't you want to come with me?

Wild horses couldn't drag me, Sam.

Sorry - I'm looking for Mary.

Mary?

Sorry. I'm DS Satchell.

D'you mind if I have a quick word?

So, ah, Lisa's your, um, niece?

That's right?
Yeah.

Uh, the girl who died -

Vicky - did you know her?
Really well, yeah.

My kids used to hang round
with her too.

I'm sorry.

Your sister says there's been a lot
of accidents at the fair this year.

Yeah. There's been a lot
of ambulance call-outs up there.

They come in...

..claiming to have broken arms,
broken legs,

broken noses. We x-ray,
and there's nothing.

Right...

Come on. Let's see what you've got.

OK. Here I go.

Wish me luck.
Good luck!

Oh!

Ha ha ha!

I'm sorry - the four-year-old
over there is stronger than you!

Come on, let me have another go!
There's no two ways about it!

Look, there's a Ghost Train!
No, no -

Madame Zorna!

It's Satch's auntie.
It's got to be.

Come on, we've got to do it.
We've got to do this.

"Madame Zorna deals your future."

Do you think she'll tell you
how strong you are?

Ha ha.

£35 for 20 minutes?
She's having a laugh.

Are we going in?
Yeah, why not?

Well, go on then. Good luck.

Excuse me.

I'll keep watch.

Hi. Sorry, I just came to check
everything's OK. DCI Connor.

Yes.

It WAS an accident.

I'm sorry I wasted your time.

I thought you said it was developers
trying to discredit the fair?

Huh! I got it wrong.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

people are waiting.
Hang on - I was there.

You did a whole number
about being set up

by people wanting you
off the land.

Tess, I'm off duty.
You want to talk, you can.

Shuffle.

OK...

There's a strong man nearby...

..but you reject him.

It signals work to do,

on yourself.

Much confusion inside.

Yeah.

Blind alley.

Errors.

Death's all around.

Well, it's probably something to do
with my job.

Someone dies.

Is that Vicky?

Not Vicky, no.

Is it my dad?

You're in much danger.

Death's closer than you think.

He's angry.

Betrayed.

Your dad's here.

Right beside you.

Cancer, was it?

His body...eaten away.

And you,

you're still full of guilt..,

..and hate.

He forgives you.

Wants you to forgive him.

You can't possibly know that.
But most of all...

..he wants to warn you, Roisin.

I'm sorry. I have to go.

So! What did you find out?

It's bullshit.

She says I've got a strong man
near me.

What, she knows about me?
She's good.

She's playing at magic.

What did she want?
She wants the truth.

And she's sharp enough to get it.

Does she know
what happened to Vicky?

She'll help us, you'll see.

Wow! Transfer time!
Armed Response Team!

Pavel!
They want you on the Ghost Train.

Well, say please!
Are you the big boss now?

Right - the Ghost Train. Come on.
Oh, you're kidding.

Ha ha ha!

You know, you look a bit like him!

Get off!
I am a serious police officer.

Oh...you are kidding!

I so want to go...!

Here you go.
Thank you.

Ah-ah-ah-ah!
Woo-woo!

Hang on. Satch?

Roisin!
I've been speaking to Lisa's aunt.

She's a duty nurse at triage.
She's confirmed,

there's been loads more accidents
at the fair this year.

Satch, I can't hear you!

They had eight ambulance call-outs
in the last ten days.

Satch says injuries are up.
The rides aren't safe.

No, I didn't say injuries were up.

Let's talk about it tomorrow, OK?
Thanks!

What...

Oh, for God's sake!

Jesus - he's real.

Christ, Sam.

Right. Health & Safety called us in.

We're on both deaths now,

Vicky Ellis
and Thomas "Pops" Gilbert.

Yes! The home secretary's visit
is looming,

we're still in a bloody mess,

and from what I hear,

you two have been cavorting about
on the Ghost Train.

Let's see what we've got
on the incident board, shall we?

Oh dear! Not very much.

What the hell is going on?

Gilbert's body's gone for PM. We
know there's tension at the fair.

When Tess came in -
Who the hell's Tess?

Satch's auntie. You met her.
Well, she's my dad's sister.

We didn't have much
to do with her -

Satch, get to the bloody point.
There are accusations

that local property developers

have been trying to orchestrate
a smear campaign against the fair.

The Big Wheel may have been rigged.
That's why Vicky fell to her death.

She stood up. No one knows why.

I've ordered a second PM
to look for any clues.

I want to know what she did,
who she was with.

And there's been other accidents
at the fair. Not like Vicky,

but we had apparent broken bones
from a kid, a dislocated shoulder -

they call out ambulances,
turn up at A&E screaming in agony,

then rise Lazarus-like
when the x-ray shows nothing wrong.

It fits the smear campaign theory.
Right.

Let's get this place sorted out,
shall we?

Oh, shit!

OK - let's do some work.

I want to know who was
on that Big Wheel when Vicky fell,

and who was on the Ghost Train.

Make it snappy.
Right.

Let's also see
who's due to inherit from Gilbert.

It's widely known
he didn't want to relocate.

Maybe someone else did,
and wanted him out of the picture.

Satch, you're with me. Let's see who
stands to gain from the fair moving.

So you have developers
after your land, Mr Olson?

They're a local company. Doug Reid.

He's lived round here
his whole life. He does this thing

where he applies for provisional
planning to set a price,

then makes an offer.

He's come up with this proposal
for the fairground people.

What kind of proposal?

The royal charter covers the area
where the fair comes every year.

I let them stay
through the winter.

I only charge a peppercorn rent.

That was set
by my great-great-great-grandad.

Is everything OK?
Yes, fine, Micky.

This is my boy, Micky.
These are from the police.

What can we help you with?

Doug Reid. He's invested a lot
in the scheme. Was it all on spec?

You'd have to ask him.

Well, he had to pay for plans,
planning applications, lawyers.

It's for a shopping mall, isn't it?
Yes.

How much do you stand to make
from this?

No one wants printing any more.

I'm just an ordinary bloke
with five kids

and nine grandchildren...

How much, Mr Olson?
It's irrelevant, isn't it?

They'll never agree to amend the
charter. They'd have to do that

before we could
even consider selling the land.

They're offering
four-and-a-half million.

Can you turn that off, please?

£4.5 million is not irrelevant.

Our families have worked together
for over 150 years.

They've been offered a good new site
for the fair,

and for their winter standing.

They'll be a lot better off.

And how does one amend the charter?
The queen gets advised

by her privy council.

And there's a provisional
recommendation

to amend the charter
to move the fair?

It's only if they agree.

So, ah, basically,

Mr Gilbert doesn't sign
a piece of paper agreeing to this,

and there goes your £4.5 million.

It's looking that way, yes.

And now he's dead.

It could be forced through

if the fair's unruly or disorderly.
Apparently, yes.

Or dangerous.

Say, if someone falls
from the Big Wheel.

Hello, Alex!
Hello, Michael!

What a lovely surprise.
Ha, ha!

So what have you got for me?

The marks in blood
and drops on the floor

suggest he was propped upright
in the coffin.

Yeah, and then he fell.
Spectacular timing. How come?

It's designed to move
as the other cars come through.

No, I meant how come
he fell on our officers?

It must have been done deliberately.

Done for maximum impact.

And did he die here?
Well, so far,

the only other blood we've found

is on the carriage
your officers were in.

There's not much of it. In fact,
from the blood distribution,

I doubt the assault did happen here.

So he could have been killed
elsewhere, and brought here.

I hear we have a psychic.
Can't he tell us?

Alex, I think Satch is getting
a bit pissed off with that joke.

Yes. The old man
was possibly killed elsewhere,

but there's no blood trail
leading from here

to either the front or back exit.

Hm.

What's this?

Vomit. People throw up at funfairs
all the time.

They also throw up
when they've seen a dead body,

or committed a brutal crime.

Have it checked for DNA.
OK, guv.

So, you had an accident at the fair?

There was cables everywhere.
It was a real mess -

dangerous. They don't care.

You called got an ambulance, but
after the x-ray nothing showed up.

You should have seen him.
He was crying like a baby.

It hurt, man!
I thought I'd broken my leg.

Where were you exactly?
At the Tiny Teacups!

Did you file a report at the fair?
Did anyone take details?

What, that old guy? I told him
the place was a deathtrap.

Yeah, he tried to chuck us out - even
when he was on the floor, screaming.

No one asked you to do anything,
did they?

Or paid you to call 999?

Hm.

That a new skateboard, is it?
I won it. Competition.

Incredible, for someone
with such skill and balance

to just trip over a loose cable
and think they'd broken a leg.

Hey. Tommy Gilbert's staying with
Tess while we examine Pops' caravan.

They're getting ready for a
ceremony tonight. I'll check it out.

Problem is, they're supposed to be
burning the old man's possessions,

but we're not letting them
have anything.

WRYLY: It's going down well.
Yeah.

What about the other young guy,
Pavel?

He's working on one of the rides.

You take care of him.
I'll have a word with Tommy.

OK.

Tommy Gilbert?

Mike Walker. Can we have a chat?

Tess was very excited to find you.
Yeah.

How long have you worked here?

Just this year.
But I work other fairs before.

Who worked the Ghost Train
last night?

Well, I opened, right?

But then I was on shooting range
most of the evening.

Did you check it
before it was opened to the public?

No, it was too late. I think, um...

I think Pops checked.

Maybe Tommy.

Would you - Please, I must check.

Oh, no.
Please. It'll only take a second.

All right, yeah.
Thank you.

So you have to check all the rides,
before they open up?

Yeah, of course.
You always must check.

You know, we have inspection often.

Oof!

I didn't go near the Ghost Train
till later that night.

I was on the kiosk.
We swapped round.

Do you ever have reason
to go on the ride once it's open?

Sometimes, for thrills.

What kind of thrills?
Scare the girls.

It's a lot of fun, you know,
for them and for us.

Did you scare Vicky on the Big Wheel
the night she died?

I never scare anybody on Big Wheel.
It's too dangerous.

You live with your grandad,
don't you, son?

Did you see him the night
before they discovered his body?

I stayed at Tess's.

I do sometimes,
if his coughing's bad.

Oh, you heard him coughing?

Was he ill that day?
Was he worse than usual?

Tommy, if you don't
want to talk here,

I'm happy to take you
down to the station.

I didn't hear him coughing, then.

He was in a bad mood.
I kept out of his way.

Why was he in a bad mood?

Your copper mate,
coming round snooping.

I kept out of his way.
It's the last time I saw him.

Who do you think
killed your granddaddy, son?

Eh?
I don't know.

Really? You'll inherit the lot,
won't you? The money, the fair?

You're going to be a very rich boy
some time soon.

I don't want the money!
Really? You've got it. No.

You'll sign that charter agreement.
I can't. Huh?

It's all yours. Why can't you?
Be...because...

What? Because it's Tess who decides?
Yeah!

Does she look in her crystal ball?
What do you mean?

Didn't see Pop dying, did she?

Leave me alone.

Yeah. Sorry for your loss, Tommy.

Must have been a great shock.

Sam. Hi. What have you got?

Just as Satch said, the accidents
were all fake. Mostly teenagers.

Developers putting them up to it,
to discredit the fair.

Possibly locals. There's quite
a lobby to get the fair moved away.

Yeah, well, girl thrown
to her death off the Big Wheel,

dead body lands on two cops...

not exactly the work
of Neighbourhood Watch, is it?

Pops only had one thing on him,

a coin.

It wrapped in a hankie.

'James? What have we got?'

Multiple fractures to the skull,

particularly the left temple.

'Cause of death?'
Don't know yet.

Some sharp lacerations, some blunt.

Very nasty.

Hang on.

There's a shard of glass
in this wound.

Hi.

I suggest we get everything in here
boxed up and out.

And let's do a full fingerprint
coverage of this caravan.

One of our guys found these.

These fibres were snagged
on a thorn

behind the amusement arcade...

Mm-hm?
..next to the Ghost Train,

about 2' off the ground.

We also found some glass splinters,

centred around the fireplace.

SOCO: Guvnor?
Yeah?

Thanks.

We've found some tracks.
You might want to take a look.

OK. What have you got?
Two sets of parallel tracks,

possibly from something
being pulled back, then forth.

Those ones have a deeper indentation,

which suggests it was carrying
a heavier load.

Yeah, like a body.

Excuse me. Where's your boss?

Up there.
Thank you.

Mr Olson. I'm not here to see you.
Where's Mr Reid?

Doug's been held up.

He asked me to talk to you till
he gets here. He may be a while.

Me and Doug are old mates.

He does good projects.

Uh...we just like to help out.

I really don't care
about the buildings.

I care about two bodies
in a fairground in as many days.

You're behaving as if you think
we had something to do with this!

Which frankly upsets me!

Do you think you're as upset as the
families of the deceased, Mr Olson?

Did you argue with Thomas Gilbert
over the site? No!

Our talks have been amicable
throughout.

But you've been lobbying
with some local people,

trying to discredit the fair.

We've been talking to the local
pressure group, that's all.

There's no point moving
the fairground people somewhere

where noise, light pollution and
crime will cause the same problems.

What you don't understand
is that we're deeply shaken by this.

My father was a good friend to him.
Well, I'm sure.

For £4.5 million.

So, ah, who's going to be
running this place

now that Mr Gilbert's not here?

Tommy's not up to it, is he?

We have ways of asking for guidance.

Guidance. What does that mean?

You don't come from our world,
so I understand why you're cynical.

I worked on a case once

where a clairvoyant told us
where to find a child.

I don't know how she did it.
I don't need to.

Whatever it was, it worked.

Sit down.

We make more in three weeks here
than in months at some other places.

That's all we have.

It's where we pass our winters,
where we bear our children,

..and where we come to die.

It's been our place for 150 years.

So will Tommy be the one
to make the decision

as to whether you agree
to move or not?

We have to decide.

Tommy's not the sharpest among us,
but he works hard.

We relied on Pops for everything
up until now.

Do you ever use a crystal ball?

It's in Pops' caravan.
I was doing the scrying for him.

Shuffle.

Where is it now?
Well, still there.

We were interrupted.

Who interrupted you?

Pavel.

Right. Ask the cards
what you need to know.

Can the spirits tell me...

..how Vicky Ellis died, or Pops?

You're all the same!

You all want someone else
to do your work for you.

No, they don't solve crimes.

But they do scream
with that poor girl's pain,

and with the injustice
of us losing our livelihoods.

And now they scream for Pops.

That's not good.

The ten of swords.

Those who don't listen to the wisdom
of the swords

will end up impaled on them.

Annihilation.

Am I going to die?
No, no. It's not for you.

'Roisin!'

Actiune criminala.

Moneda, cinci suta.

Look aft...

Who? What?

Look after the children.

Time's running out.

'You're all the same!'

'You all want someone else
to do your work for you.'

'No, they don't solve -'

I wish she'd give us
something more concrete.

'Actiune...

..criminala.'

Well, I think she's great.
She fixed my shoulder. Look.

How did she do that?
Psychic healing.

You know, she said some weird things
to me today.

I think she was trying to say
something TO me, not ABOUT me.

Like what?
That I must look after the children.

"Time is running out."
On Tommy, maybe?

"Actiune criminala..."

That probably means
you work with criminals.

"Moneda, cinci suta."

God, it sounds Romany. Where
the hell's Satch when you need him?

Deva!

I hear you're the hard man,
like Pops.

You watch your mouth.
You're not one of us.

There's many here want you out.
Hey, hard man.

There's a scary old woman here
to protect you.

She make me very afraid!

It's not me you have to fear.

How much do you think they make?
What was it?

£2 the Ghost Train,
£3 the Dodgems.

The fairground stuff alone's
worth a fortune.

It's a good motive for murder.

Yeah. Young Tommy Gilbert
may inherit everything of Pops',

but I reckon it's Tess
that's calling the shots. Mm.

Hey, it's not Romany.
It's Romanian.

Yeah. Moneda - money.
Cinci suta - 500.

And actiune criminale means...

..murderous action.

It's a shit place.

Only crazy people want to stay here.

You shouldn't talk to her like that.

He has no idea
what he's playing with.

What currency's a lei?
Uh, lei? Rumanian.

500 lei old currency.

Sam? That gobby fella
at the shooting range?

He sounded East European, didn't he?

It was him, at Reid's building site!
Are you sure?

Well, I didn't make the connection,
but yeah,

that's him. It's definitely him.

You all believe anything
this freak-woman say!

Hard man!

You're a big brave guy!
Oh, yeah! You're the...

you're the big brave guy
who owns this fair!

Yeah, who owns this fair
but has no fucking brains to run it!

He's Rumanian. Pavel Golescu.
Rumanian like the coin.

What the hell was he doing
at the building site?

Olson's son Micky was there too.

Right. Let's tell Satch
and bring him in.

We need guidance.

Show us our future.

Guidance? I give you guidance.

Take money and move
from this shithole.

All of us move from this shithole!
Move to a better place!

Reid have a good plan
for all of us.

And this...this small-mind woman,

try to fuck everything up.
YOU fucked it up!

You fucked it up for everyone!

Show us what we must do.

Satch, the minute you get this,
call. If Pavel is there, hold him.

Shield us from moxadi.

Shield us from the unclean!

YOU!

You bring bad fortune on us all!

His mulo comes to find you!

YOU GO!

Leave him!

Leave him, or you're under arrest.

Leave him!

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