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Ah, thanks.

What have they said?

She's taken some heavy blows
to the head. I'm waiting to
speak to the consultant.

Calvert's flat,
Norcliffe's office,
then Pamela Jeffries.

Somebody has to
have been following us.

Yeah, but who'd want to
take that kind of risk?

Somebody who needs to find
Daniel Norcliffe before we
do.

We have to teach
new skills to those
who have been left behind

by the death of
traditional industry.

Now, we want to retrain
Yorkshire people

andr einvigorate
Yorkshire's economy.

Ken still
chained to a computer?

Intelligence-gathering, yes.

You managed to
make them laugh yet?

I wasn't brought in
for my clowning skills,
DCI Banks.

You been
listening to Johnny Cash?

No.

-Black suits you.
-Mmm.

I'll make a note to attend
more funerals, then.

Will Tom Rothwell be going
to his father's funeral?

If he's not,
we'll be asking why.
He landed two hours ago.

You will remember that
it is still a funeral?
Be sensitive.

My phone'll be off
during the service,

but leave
a message if she dies
or anything, yeah?

Let us commend
Keith Andrew Rothwell
to the mercy of God.

We therefore commit his body
to the ground, earth to earth,

ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

In the sure and
certain hope of the
resurrection to eternal
life.

Let us pray.

Suffer us not
at our last hour,

through any pains of death,
to fall from thee.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

PRIEST:
Lord, have mercy upon us.

-Amen.
-ALL: Amen.

Boss? Good timing, eh?

Much missing?

Looks pretty professional,
if it wasn't for the mess.

We're through here.

DCI Banks.
Perhaps you can explain
to Mr Rothwell

why we need him
to come with us.

For pity's sake!
We've just buried my husband

and come back to
find we've been burgled.
Can't it wait?

Have you ever
seen this before,
Mrs Rothwell?

Tom? Hannah?

I'm sorry, boss.

We need to get him away from
her if he's going
to talk honestly.

-This is out of place.
-What is?

It wasn't him.
He was so controlled.

What if one life
bled into another?

I don't understand.

No.

We need to focus on the son.

Tom.

We're going to get
our way eventually,

and probably upset your mother
even more in the process.

We need to speak
to people who knew
this other Keith Rothwell.

You all know me.
I'm not one for long speeches.

We Yorkshiremen
prefer action to words.

Which is why I'm
delighted to be launching
this initiative today,

to give those who've
been made redundant

an opportunity to retrain
and learn new skills

for a new
generation of business
in the north.

Thank you very much,
thank you.

Anything?

Have I matched
a name from these

endless weird porn databases
with one from Norcliffe's

endless criminal referrals?

-Yeah.
-No.

But I'll tell you
what I have found out.

The number of websites
for fans of gun porn is
dwarfed by those

for connoisseurs of, well,
dwarves, for a start.

Not to mention nylon,
bubble wrap, puppets.

Puppets?

Puppets.

And I thought men were after
no-strings sex!

FLEMING: Thank you so much.
I couldn't do it without you.

Ladies, thank you for coming.
See you next time.

Great speech, Mr Fleming.

Martin, thank you.

You speak from your heart
as well as your head,
and that's increasingly rare.

Well,
I appreciate that,
Inspector.

So if you're not
interested in retraining,
how can I help you?

Well, I'm investigating
the murder of Keith Rothwell.

-Did you hear about it?
-Only what I saw
in the newspaper.

I'm going to be candid
with you in the hope that
you'll do the same.

This is just an informal chat
and it will remain
strictly between us.

It seems there
was another side
to Keith Rothwell

that his family
knew nothing about.

A man who liked a drink,
a bet,
the company of women.

Well, I suppose we all have a
public and a private face to
some extent, don't we?

Well, I'm looking to talk
to people who knew that
other Keith Rothwell.

Like I said, Inspector...

I believe he was
a close associate of
Daniel Norcliffe,

who you were at
university with.

Danny? That's right,
but I mean,
I haven't seen him for years.

Didn't even know
he was still local.

Well, he's missing at
present.
Look, Mr Fleming... Martin.

Someone has
left a local family
without a father and a husband

and an innocent woman
in hospital with
serious injuries.

Now, I believe you to
be a man of integrity.

So anything that
you can tell me
about Keith Rothwell

might prove incredibly
useful.
I'm only
interested in the murder.

I'd really like to help you,
DCI Banks, but, um, I lost
touch with Danny years ago

and I've never,
to my knowledge,
met Mr Rothwell.

But I wish you
the best of luck.

-Where to next?
-Just over here.

Great, thank you.

(MOBILE RINGING)

-Yes.
-RON:
Get back to the office,
now.

-Here you go.
-This isn't where
you want to be today,

we understand that,
so I'll get to the point.

We know you and
your dad argued, a lot.

But what we don't know is
what you argued about.

Don't all families argue?

Probably.
But we're only really
interested in yours.

Why? What's it got to do with
anything? It's not really
anyone's business.

Everything's
our business, Tom.

Well, I've been
away for three months.
I honestly can't remember.

Really?
Yet it must have
been fairly serious.

A man famously
careful with money

sends a son he doesn't seem
to like very much halfway
across the world.

I'm guessing it wasn't a row
about tidying your bedroom.

I'm gay, all right?

And?

And your dad wasn't
very understanding.

He couldn't even look at me.

Hang on, you're saying he
found out you're gay and
banished you abroad?

I was glad to
get out of there.

How did your mum feel
about him driving you away?

Not much she could do.

He brought the money in,
so we had to put up with him.

That's the way
it's always been.

Surely she could
have divorced him
and still been comfortable?

She would never have been
comfortable again,

worrying what
people were saying
about her, about us.

Ever heard of
Daniel Norcliffe?

Why?

There's two
possible answers to that
and "why" isn't one of them.

No, then, I haven't.

And I think I'd like
to go home now, please.

He's hiding something.

I think he wants to talk.

-Why don't I...
-Why don't you...

You take over, then.

RON:Alan,
you were clearly told to
stay away from Martin Fleming.

You'll have heard
from SOCA, then?

The Director of
Operational Delivery,
to be precise. Several times.

It seems
anything Fleming hadn't
already buried, he has now.

Fleming is part of this.
I had to speak to him.

I was following my instinct.
But maybe my
instincts are wrong.

What do you mean?

Everything moves on.

The job I signed up
for relied on intuition,
not orders.

And if that's
the way it is going,

perhaps it's time I was, too.

-Is this about Helen?
-No, no.

Annie?

It's about me.

(KNOCKING)

Oh, sorry.

-What is it, DI Morton?
-It's Pamela Jeffries.
She's come round.

-What?
-I think I've
found our shooter.

One name came up
on the database
as I was cross-referencing.

He met Norcliffe years ago.

PAMELA:He was tall,
six foot at least.

Had long, greasy hair.

Sounded Irish.

What exactly did
he want to know?

Um...

every question
you asked me about
Keith Rothwell and...

He wanted to know where you
were looking and...

I didn't know.

Then he lost his temper.

Did you give this
to Keith Rothwell?

No.

So what did
the specialist say?

Oh, well, um, if nothing
unexpected happens over
the next 24 hours,

then I should still
be free to travel.

-That's great news.
-Yeah, yeah, it's good.

As long as you don't
need me for anything.

I must see about getting your
record back to you.

Yes.

You could just give it to me
next time we see each other,
if you want.

Okay.

But I thought you
said you always kept it
with you when you play?

Then you'll have
to come and hear me.

-What... What, in Budapest?
-Yeah, why not?

You could come with me.

Listen, I've got
a description of the man
who attacked Pamela Jeffries.

And we've got his name.

Well, you're way ahead of me.

Same man who subscribes to
a Sex Meets War website

was also referred
to a criminal lawyer
by Norcliffe.

It's still a long shot,
but we're on
our way there now.

He's Arthur Jameson, 42.

Kicked out of the army for
glassing someone in a pub.

Since then a few
prison sentences for theft
and one for ABH.

DC Blackstone spoke
to the arresting officer.

He reckons
Jameson's into survivalism
and mad about weapons.

Great work, well done.

We've got an officer
on Fleming's staff.
You were seen.

I know. He's our only link
to a Keith Rothwell
that very few have...

And do you really
think he'd admit that?

Do you understand
what he has to lose?
(SIGHS)

Listen to yourself.
Look at yourself.

You're not the Banksy I know.

Do you fancy a drink?

I'm really sorry to
have kept you waiting.

Um, there's been some
developments. Well, you're
here voluntarily, though, Tom.

And you can leave
any time you like.

Except that would
make me look guilty,
wouldn't it?

What exactly are
you worried about?

What developments, exactly?

Why?
Would that have some bearing
on what you can tell me?

People might think that we
should be more upset.

But what you've got to
understand is that we lost Dad
a long time ago.

What happened, Tom?

I followed him.

Not long after, I decided
that
I was going to be
myself no matter what.

He was supposed to be in York,

but I saw him
and I followed him,

and I watched him
pick up a woman.

She was coming out
of a primary school,
and he laughed with her

like I've never seen
him laugh with anyone.

Was this in Leeds?

And I never told
Hannah or Mum but...

The next time he looked at me
like I was disgusting,
I told him that I knew.

Things got out of hand

and I hit him.

Knocked him down.

And that was it for us.

Never fight your dad and win.

-Shouldn't we wait?
-What for?

-Men with guns,
bulletproof vests?
-Probably.

I'll check round the back.

Did you get anything?

From Fleming.
Please tell me
you got something.

I'm not sure that
my instinct counts
for anything these days,

but for what it's worth,
I think you're probably
right.

He's a complete fraud.

No, he's not a fraud.

He's no different to the vast
majority of people nowadays,
he's out for himself.

It's all right, I'd know.

Perhaps I've been
wrong all along.

About Fleming, you...

You just swam with the tide,

whereas I didn't,
couldn't, whatever.

Therefore I have to accept
getting left behind.

I just did the best
with what I've got.

That's all,
exactly the same as you.

We're going to need a chaser.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Window was open.

I don't think he's too worried
about anyone nicking anything.

Doesn't look as
if anyone's here.

Right, thanks, Win.
I'll see you.

It was DS Jackman.

It seems Tom Rothwell got
a glimpse of his dad

behaving like
a lovesick teenager.

No man over the age of 45

should allow
himself to succumb
to all that again.

It's one of
the few compensations
of growing old and cynical.

You haven't met
Pamela Jeffries.

That's true.

She wants me to go with her.

She's playing the clarinet
in a concert in Budapest

and she wants me to go, too.

And...you're
obviously thinking about it.

So what's stopping you?

Where do you want me to start?

My age. My job.
My house. My whole life.

You said yourself
that no man over
the age of 45...

She's not asking
you to marry her.

Well, this looks like
a match to the shotgun
wadding used to kill
Rothwell.

(DISTANT CLATTER)

I'll check it out.

DI Morton!

DI Morton!

I think he's taken his gun.

(GUN COCKS)

JAMESON: Don't move.

DI Morton!

What?

I think he's taken his gun.

We agreed.

10 grand before,

10 grand after.

He promised me.

Who promised you?

Where's Norcliffe?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

HELEN: Ken? Ken!

-I said an orange juice.
-I know.

Feels good acting
out of character
once in a while.

You mean, like Keith Rothwell?

You have to
admire his bravery,
if nothing else.

Didn't do him
much good, did it?

Better to die a hero
than live like a coward.

She must be quite something,
this Miss Jeffries.

She's...herself.

I never knew how
much I admired that
until I met her.

Well, sometimes
you've just got to admit

that there are things that
you're not in control of.

What?

What if that's what made
one life bleed into another?

I don't follow.

What if Keith
Rothwell fell in love?

-You all right, ma'am?
-Of course I am.

I'm heading back to coordinate
the operation

and talk to the Press Office.

I need you to brief
the other search teams.

Focus on
outbuildings and wooded areas.

Any reported sightings,
make it clear he's
not to be approached.

Jameson leads us to Norcliffe
and the truth and we're close,

so let's go and get him.

I assume you heard I
went to see Fleming.

Superintendent McLaughlin
said. Seems you've been
avoiding us both.

Well, I thought there might
be repercussions

and I didn't see
the point in us both...

You didn't tell me
because you don't trust me.

That's not t...

Look, you're obviously
an excellent detective.

But you'd have told DS Cabbot.

Maybe we should
talk about this
in my office.

Check your voicemail,
DCI Banks,

there's a gunman running
around the West Riding.

I know who Annie Cabbot is.

We have to trust each other
and I know nothing about you.

Well, not really.

You said what we do here
is all about connections.

Well, we don't just find them
and make sense of them,

we also form
them occasionally.

Some people don't find that
as easy as others.

Just be yourself, that's all.

I play poker.

-What?
-You want to know
something about me.

Thursday nights, I play poker.

I honestly can't
tell whether or not
you're being serious.

That's why I'm good at poker.

HELEN:Jameson's on foot,
last seen heading northwest,
armed and dangerous.

PILOT:Okay.

Win?

I'm just looking at
Tom Rothwell's statement.

If Pamela
Jeffries was the woman
he saw his dad with,

why was she
coming out of a school?

What are you thinking?

It must have been
a different woman.

PILOT:
DI Morton?
We might have something.

I'm going in
for a closer look.

HELEN:Understood.

It's very faint on infrared
but it's definitely there.

HELEN:What GPS?

PILOT:Latitude: 4054.6130.

Longitude, 07...

PILOT:
Okay, looks like
he's going to ground.

-Her.
-Definitely?

That's who he picked up.

-Miss Mullen?
-We need to
speak to her, please.

I'm afraid she's away.

Well, can you tell
us where she's gone?

I'll have to ask
the school secretary
but I don't think she said.

ALAN: We're going to need
her home address.

Get down there.

KEN: I want four
covering DI Morton!

You two, higher ground!

Take higher ground!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-Looks like she's gone.
You check upstairs.
-All right.

Found you.

Win?

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

MARKSMAN: Jameson, you're
under arrest for the murder
of Keith Rothwell.

Lower the weapon
and turn around.

Arthur,
there's nowhere else to go.

MARKSMAN:
Lower the weapon now.

Turn around now!

HELEN: It ends here, Arthur.

Please, let us help you.

(GUN COCKS)

(GUNSHOT)

PILOT:Suspect is down.

Repeat. Suspect is down.

Just listen to me, Helen.
It's important.

You do realise
what's happened here?

Jameson's just shot himself.

ALAN:Jameson knew nothing.

He was just a hired gun.

The real criminals
are Fleming, Norcliffe
and Keith Rothwell.

I'm sending you
the address now.

I'll explain
when you get there.

You have to leave now.

Trust me.

(SIREN BLARING)

ALAN: Hello, Mr Rothwell.

Francesca's?

She's a music teacher,
I believe.

Yeah, yeah. I,
um, I got it for both of
us.
I'm learning.

Bit of a step up from the one
that she got you.

The one that you
couldn't resist keeping
in your study at Arkbeck.

I knew it would come,

the uh, the knock on the door.

I just thought
it would be years
rather than days.

I think I
understand everything.

You made sure that
the Leeds flat was covered

in Norcliffe's fingerprints
to match those on the corpse.

You picked your
wedding anniversary

because that's
the only night that
you and Mary go out together.

You chose Italian to match
Norcliffe's
regular restaurant,

even picked his
favourite dish, carbonara,
to match the stomach contents.

Meanwhile, Daniel Norcliffe's
abducted on his doorstep
by Arthur Jameson.

Who drove to Arkbeck,

probably left
Norcliffe in the garage,

overpowered your daughter,

waited for you and your wife
to return home, tied her up.

And then dragged you outside
and into the garage.

Then he let you go
so that you could
finish the setup together.

You were involved in a
money-laundering scheme with
Martin, Fleming and
Norcliffe,

from which you made thousands.

Then you wanted out,

so you dressed
Norcliffe in your clothes

and stood and watched

while Jameson
blew his head off.

(GUNSHOT)

The only thing that
I don't understand is

why didn't you pay Jameson
the rest of his money?

What was he going to do,
go to the police?

You can change your name
but not who you are.

Arthur Jameson's
not going anywhere.

I took that two hours ago.

He decided
going back to prison
wasn't an option.

He shot himself.

Just another one
of your victims
in this whole mess.

All so that you could have
a fresh start on the
Yorkshire Coast

with your new girlfriend

and as much money
as you could get away with.

No, no, no. I had to go.

I couldn't stay
another minute.

It wasn't as if
anybody wanted me there.

I was a bank, nothing more.

-It was the only way.
-To do what?

Rip off Norcliffe and Fleming?

You knew we'd find out
about the money-laundering,
didn't you?

We'd think it gave Norcliffe
a motive and whatever did or
didn't happen to Fleming,

well,
you'd be out of the picture.

This isn't about money.

This is about what happened
when you fell in love,

probably for the first time.

I think your
feelings for Francesca

are probably
the only genuine thing
about you.

Which is why you'll give us
everything that you have on
Martin Fleming.

Because that's the only way

you'll get to spend any
worthwhile time with her
after
you're released.

(DOOR CLOSES)

He told her he
wanted them to start
completely afresh,

so she wasn't to tell anyone
where they were going.

And she believed him.

Well done. Both of you.

You pulled this one
out of the flames.

Thanks, sir. Boss.

"Old technology"?

This is why you're needed.

You can keep your flipchart,
for now.

I'm going to follow Rothwell,
get the ball rolling.

I don't think even
Martin Fleming can talk
his way out of this one.

See you again, Banksy.

And thanks.

(HANNAH GIGGLES)

Sorry.

No, it's okay.

It's not that he's alive.

Obviously I'm glad
about that but...

This means none of
it's real, doesn't it?

This place, the money...

We'll lose it all, won't we?

We can start again.

I bet you
volunteered for this one,
didn't you?

I'm truly sorry.

Pamela, it's Alan.

I won't be coming to Budapest.

Seems I can still
rely on my instinct

and sadly, it's telling me
it would be a mistake.

For us both.

It's not who I am.

I'll post the record.

Good luck.

REPORTER:MP Martin Fleming
strenuously denies
the money-laundering charges

that he's facing since
the arrest of Yorkshire
accountant Keith Rothwell.

Steven, James, Ben, MJ.

Nice.

The Super's laid
on the refreshments
you requested.

And I for one am in need
of some serious refreshing.

I still don't
know what gave you
such an uncanny insight

into the mind of
an essentially dull man
having a mid-life crisis.

-(ALL SNICKERING)
-What?

-You coming?
-In a sec.

What do you say?

Shut up and deal.

(CHATTING AND LAUGHING)

Five card draw?