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# All you do is hide away

# All you do is,
all you do is hide away

# All you do is lie in wait

All you do is,
all you do is lie in wait

# I have been upside down

# I don't wanna be
the right way round

♪ I've found paradise on the ground ♪

Oh... Dad, I'm off.

Smell all right to me.

What have you got on today?
Oh, you know... Busy busy.

Losing your touch here, love.
I had to take a work call.

Could still wipe the floor any day
with you, mate.

I'll finish it for you.
See you later on.

I'll get onto it right away.
Very good.

Morning. Guv.

Late one?

Oh, yeah, an all-nighter
at Whisky Miss.

It's Mist, I think you'll find,
Mr Coolio.

Whatevs!

You're a woman, aren't you?
Apparently.

What is it with girls and crying
for absolutely no reason?

Which one? Gemma.

Till one in the bloody morning.

I cried last week with my dad.

Why? Don't know, really.
Just felt like it.

What did he do?

Gave me a hug.

And that made you feel better?

Not really, no.

DCI Cass Stuart.

Sean Rawlins. How are you doing?

Good, thanks.

Who found it? Some builders
looking for the mains supply.

Male. I think.

And the bones are in pretty good
nick. Young. A young adult.

What was the building that was here?
According to a neighbour I spoke to,

it had quite a few incarnations
over the years -

private house,
British Rail records office,

hostel, DHSS...

So this is either a very shallow
grave,

or, if the body was put here before the
cellar was built, a very deep one.

Except we don't know what the ground
level was when he was buried.

What would be your gut feeling?
Richard III or five years ago?

Could be talking 5,000 years!
Seriously?

Bones can survive incredibly well
in certain types of soil.

But we do know he died very young.
By modern standards.

Any sign of trauma anywhere?
Not from what I can see so far.

OK.

We're gonna need to excavate
this whole site,

see if there's anything else
under here.

Just make sure please that people
are aware. Until we know different,

we treat this as a crime scene.
Let's try and find out how he died,

whoever he was. I think we owe him
that at the very least.

You're gonna have to give me
a better price than that.

I'm ordering four crates!

I'll call you back.

Thieving bastards.

Eric! Oop. Sorry, sweetheart.

Grandpa's got a filthy mouth,
hasn't he?

You're haggling over 50 quid there.
50 quid is 50 quid, mate.

50 quid is what we were short of
when we bought this place.

Our friend Terry Miller lent it us
in the end.

If he hadn't have...

He brought the cash round in pound
notes, as I remember.

God, yeah. I'd forgotten that.

Right, Liv, let's see if we can find
some choccy biccies.

Anyone want another cuppa?
Grandpa would!

See?

Long-term memory is the last to go,
Dad.

Long-term memory is the last to go,
Ask her what she had for breakfast

or if she's had her statins today,
or her Omeprazol. We'll cope.

But you're already not coping.

I'm not being funny, but when was
the last time you cleaned the lavs?

Les! I'm sorry,
but they smell a bit.

And if I'm bringing Livvy - We're
not going into sheltered housing!

Now leave it.

Are Ron and his wife
coming to the party?

Must be nearly their
sapphire as well.

Ron died a couple of years ago, Mum.
Do you remember?

Come on, come on!

Come on! Focus! Determination!
Sprint!

OK, and...

Lovely.

Blue team on this side, red on that.

Brandon. Get back out there now.

I'm having an asthma attack, miss.

You're not having anything!

It's just your heart pumping oxygen
around your body

as opposed to skunk fumes.
I'm dying, I'm telling you!

Brandon! Come on, man.
We need you up front.

I'm not good.

You've just got to catch your wind.

It's only ten minutes each way.

Come on, man. We need you.
You're our only striker.

If I croak, Curtis, I'm tellin'
you... Whatever.

Oh, here he comes! A round of
applause for our star striker.

So happy you could join us.

Sir Phillip, I'm so sorry,
the vote went on forever.

How are you? Very good to see you.
I'm good.

How are you? Glass of fizz?
Oh, God. Yes.

Long day. Thank you.

So did the PM ring you?

Er, no. Why? Did he say he would?

He said he'd try, which I suppose is
not always the same thing. Right.

Basically, he just wanted to say that he's
talked it through with the Chancellor,

and to be honest,

we all think it's a superb idea.

Bottom line, we would really
love to have you on board.

Well, that's...

I genuinely think it's a good move
for us all, Liam.

How does Lord Cross of Frognall
sound?

You know that's not why I'm doing
this.

Oh, you'll earn it. Trust me.

To our new entrepreneur tsar!
Congratulations!

# The way that I've been holding on
too tight

# With nothing in between

# The story of my life
I take her home

# I drive all night to keep her warm

# And time

# Is frozen

Geoff. 'Robert. Hi.'

Just ringing to check
you got my email.

I did, yes.

I was going to respond tonight,
Geoff.

I've got a manic day.

I know it's tedious, but it would
just help me sell your case a bit

to the diocese.
'Oh, yeah, absolutely.'

I'm not quite sure how the accounts
are going to do that.

I mean, how do you quantify the cost of
buying a group of very lost women? Some hope!

I mean, how do you quantify the cost Well, I agree.
OK, I will get it to you as soon as... ASAP, Geoff.

I mean, if it were down to me...
'Hello? You're breaking up there.'

Sorry. I've lost you.

# Story of my life

# I take her home

# I drive all night to keep her warm

# And time

♪ Is frozen... ♪

Morning. Hi.

All right?

Cheers.

DCI Stuart.

It's Sean Rawlins.
'Sean. Hi. What's happening?'

There's something you should see.

As you can see,
it's about an inch wide

and it's caused by
a blunt force trauma.

and it's caused by
Couldn't have been from the drill?

I'd expect the boom at the point of
fracture to be lighter.

No time to be discoloured.

So this could have been
the cause of death?

This is a very significant injury.

It would have caused massive blood
loss, profound brain damage,

and yes, in all likelihood,
it would have caused death.

How's business, Les?

Get in the van, Livvy, please.

You really think this about me trying
to get my hands on the house?

Just... leave them be, Les.
They're happy here.

Are they? How would YOU know?

I'm the one who's round here
every week

while you ponce off back to London.

It's about keeping them safe, Matt.
Nothing more.

Morning, ladies. Morning!

Oh, hi, Bob!
I wasn't expecting you in today.

I'm not stopping.

Just wanted to pick up some bumph
for an AGM.

How are they doing in there?
Oh, good.

Nine. The best turn-out
for a couple of months.

That's brilliant. Well done, you!

Did Geoff also get hold of you?

Oh, I switched my mobile off.

Bishop's on the war path again.

Not urgent, just wedding stuff.

Oh. Well, if it's wedding stuff,
then it's never not urgent.

I'll call him.

Here. Buy them some nice biccies.

Always good for flagging spirits!

See you.

'Did you tell the kids?' I spoke to
Josh. He was dead chuffed.

Can't get hold of Bella.
She's probably still in court.

Well,
we'll have to celebrate tonight.

I'm making your favourite.
What time do you want to eat?

I've got the Cameron thing early
doors, and then...

He wants to meet me.

So, 8:30? Perfect.

Can we have it with peas?
Of course.

'Love you, sweetheart.'
Love you too.

Ah, Bel. It's me again. Can you
give us a ring when you're free?

I've got some good news.

Your old man's going up in the
world.

DS Khan.

I'm being stupid. These are the
plans for 27 Arlingham Place?

No, these are plans for the original.

They built hundreds of buildings to
this design

but all of them to exactly
the same spec. Right. Got it.

So...

This details the depth of the
footing,

but more importantly it tells the
builder

that each cellar will have a three-inch
concrete and screed floor laid as standard.

Right.

Can you date concrete? No.

I just called her...!

Because all this tells us
is that it had a concrete floor

when it was built in...

Er, 1886.

We have no way of knowing if it's the
same floor as the builders broke up.

What, you really think that someone
dug up the original floor,

stuck a body under it
and then... relaid a new one?

It was good enough for Fred West.
If we haven't found anything else!

Disposing of a body
is all about ease.

Yeah, I do know that, Sunny.

I think it was already there
when built.

If it was, then... I'm not entirely
sure what we'd be doing

investigating a suspicious death
from at least 130 years ago.

Sir? Oh, cheers.

Oh, and er, thanks for getting
Brandon back onside. No worries.

I've seen it all before, Joseph.

Bigger and better, an' all!

Haven't I, sweetheart?

Curtis. You all right, miss?
I meant to give you this earlier.

Of Mice And Men. Have you seen it?

No. When's the exam? 24th.

Might be worth a squint, I dunno.

Always easier to remember quotes
from a film than a book somehow.

What?

My mum sold the DVD player.

Right. Is she using again, then?

Well, how about you watch it
round ours?

I'm in Thursday. Serious?

Spend an evening with John
Malkovich. What's not to like?

I'd like that. Good. 6:30, then.

Play your cards right,
I might even get a pizza in.

Thanks, miss.
Soft as a pudding, you are.

I'll put this in the car.

You think he was wrong?

No.
Cos the logic suggests he's right.

So, what's your cut-off point?

No statute of limitations on murder.

So, suppose you do date it,
I don't know,

somewhere in the '30s...

Are you seriously gonna use
your ever-dwindling resources

to investigate a crime 80 years old?

Still somebody's son, though,
isn't it?

Still somebody's son, though,
Might even have his own kids

who might still be alive
if it was the '30s.

I never knew my father.

I got over it. 68 years ago.

I don't know...

Is a crime less serious because
time's passed?

Is it... Is it less wrong...

because it was done 50 years ago,
or 60, or 70?

I think if people are still alive
who are affected by it,

or even if they remember people
that were affected,

society has a responsibility
to take it seriously,

no matter how far back,
no matter how old they are.

I don't know.

Feels like history to me.

Ancient history.

Tea?

Hang on...

If you go along this way...

It looks...

..like a key.

Tell me if I'm wrong,
but this looks like a car key.

We think so too.

And how sure are we
it belongs to the body?

Well, where it was found,

a few inches below the top of
the femur,

it's consistent with the key
in a trouser pocket.

So we did some very quick
tests on the metal

and we found chromium
and chromium oxide,

which explains the retarded
corrosion.

We think it's stainless steel.

Earliest common usage of which was
around 1917.

But if it is an ignition key,

they weren't invented until 1949,
and that was in America.

So this is '50s, earliest?

If it is a car key.

So we're gonna get this down to
a lab in Wapping.

They'll blast it with an X-ray
source called a synchrotron,

which, amongst many other things,

cam illuminate traces of tooling
obscured by the corrosion.

You mean tooling,
like in a serial number?

That would be kind of cool,
wouldn't it?

If this key belongs to the victim's
car... Yeah.

..that would be... very kind of cool.

I wouldn't insist you use
the title at home.

Maybe bow... once in a while,
doff your cap occasionally.

Your think I'm an idiot,
don't you, for giving a toss!

Whatever floats your boat, Dad.

It makes me smile, Bel.

It's me saying it doesn't matter
where I come from,

I can get it,

what this lot have...

if I want it.

Why would you want it?
Why would you want any of this?

Hang on, you chose this gaff!

It's close to my chambers. It's
convenient. But I don't aspire tothis.

And even if I did, I learnt every
day at school for 14 years

it doesn't matter how you speak or how
rich you are, you can never make the leap.

If you don't want this and you're
embarrassed by your roots - No!

Dad!
I'm embarrassed myself sometimes.

What I'm saying is,
you've got a great job.

You're making a difference.
You're way smarter than me.

I just never really get the sense
if you're... happy.

It's all we want, your mother and me.

We just want you...

..to be happy.

And Ellie turned to her sister,

narrowed her eyes, and said,

'you are dead. D-E-D, dead!'

Tragically I was 23 at the time.

So listen, we just, erm...

wanted to discuss something about
the wedding. 13 weeks and counting.

So, er, we've been talking
lots about it,

you know, and, um,
we wanted to ask you guys

how you would feel
if actually it wasn't...

..exclusively a church ceremony.

Not exclusively? What do you mean?

Well, obviously, as you know,

I'm not religious. Of course.

But the vows are still very
important to me. Good.

And so we were just... discussing
the possibility of...

absolutely still having a
church ceremony,

but whether we should consider doing
the actual marriage...

legal bit in a register office.

I think we'd just be more comfortable

endorsing our vows in a non-religious
setting.

And then having the blessing
in church,

which, of course, as per, we'd still
love you to preside over.

Good. All right. Yes.

I'm sorry, when you say 'we'...

Why would you not want to get
married in church, Ellie?

Well, for Tom.

And if it were just your decision...

Well, it were just my decision,

of course I'd get married in church.

You wouldn't do this to make my
daughter happy?

Well, I mean, yeah, of course,

if I felt she did want that.

It's just a thought, anyway.

Yes, and a very interesting one,
certainly.

But you see, the church is going to
look so, so lovely.

More wine?

Nice evening, wasn't it?

Yep.

Grace?

Are you all right, love?
I'm fine.

What's the matter?

Why should anything be the matter, Robert?
You got what you wanted, like you always do.

Why should anything be the matter, So how could
anything be the matter? No. I got what Ellie wanted.

And how would you know
what she wants?

I mean, how would you know
what any of us really want?

Have you ever actually sat down
and asked?

I'm not sure what this is about.

Oh, it's about...

drying my hair on 15-year-old towels

and not having had a holiday in six
years.

Everything we've ever had
you've given to other people,

which is very kind and charitable
and everything...

But actually I don't ever remember
being fucking asked!

It's about you getting your way
for 40 years.

And it's about me sometimes getting
just a tiny bit fed up of it.

I'll sleep in the spare room.

MS-11-65-174.

Is that cool enough?

Oh, yeah. That'll do very nicely.

Thank you.

Key ignition didn't come in till
'52, so it's a backstop date.

Actually, you don't need to worry
about that,

because this is quite simple to
date.

MS stands for Morton Spyder.
Right.

First number is month and year of
manufacture.

So, November 1965.

The following numbers - we'll have to
check this with Morton archive people -

I suspect that's simply the number
it came off the production line.

So this is 174th in November 1965?

Yeah. Luckily for you there were far
fewer cars on the road back then.

You should be able to get the reg
with that.

Thank you. That's great.
Thanks very much. You're welcome.

Guv. Just spoke to an old caretaker
at the building.

The concrete WAS ripped up - in the
late '60s after a burst water main.

It was definitely not relaid
until 1978,

which narrows down our burial window
to about ten years.

Sunny... Oh, don't!

# Yesterday my life

# Was filled with pain...

Just give me a rough idea...
# Sunny

..how long you're gonna find that
funny.

Several years yet, my friend.
Great

Ah! November '65.

Here we are.

It was a direct sale from the
factory. 12th of January 1966.

Reg 775 UCC.

To a Stephen J White.

Either of those any use?

This could be him, Sunny.

Thank you.
You've been incredibly helpful.

We're in luck.

DVLA have Mr White down as the only
registered owner.

Shit, he's not here.

Nothing? No.

How far back does it go?
Far enough.

Before the '50s.

If anyone ever reported a Stephen J
White missing, he'd be here.

OK, so maybe he's not our victim,
but if he's... still alive,

he might be able to tell us if,
I don't know,

he sold... our victim his car

without informing DVLA.

Or sold it to the man who sold it
to the victim.

If he's still alive,
we're in with a shout.

Oh...
Sorry to hear that, Mrs White.

Good innings. Very good innings.

To get back to the car, the Spyder.

We couldn't find any record of it
being sold on after he bought it.

Did your husband keep it?
Did YOU keep it?

Keep it? No.

No. I thought you knew.

It was stolen.

Stolen?
From right outside our house,

and never found. Christmas 1975.

Broke his heart.

Right...

Stolen...

It's like nearly a hundred years ago,
but what's really changed?

Curtis, everything has changed.

And you know why?
Cos you have education,

which gives you choices those poor
buggers could only dream of.

Home! Hi, love.

Blimey. Are you still here, Ugly?!

Actually, he's just off.

Got some revision to do.
Haven't you, matey?

Come on, big man,
I'll spin you round to your mum's.

Come on, big man,
Oh. Thanks, Mr Wilton.

Put the kettle on, love.
Thank you.

Night, miss. Night, love.

Hello?

Here we are.

I know you'd never think of it like
this, but... I reckon he was lucky.

Your son. Having you guys
for 15 years.

That was special.

Believe me, not half as lucky as
we were, Curtis.

Night, sir. Night, son.

OK...

So let's assume then, for now,

it was our victim that stole it.
Right.

So let's go back to the factory
records.

We'll get the chassis number,
the engine number...

Even if the number plate was changed
after it was stolen,

we must be able to find it.

Those cars were collectables
even back then.

So we try... scrap merchants,

classic car dealers,
spare parts dealers...

A car like that doesn't just
disappear off the face of the earth.

But, er... why?

What use is finding the car now?
It was stolen.

It can't identify anyone,
there'll be no traceable link.

I don't know...

But right now we've got
bugger all else.

Sorry, mate.

775 UCC.

You have it?

Er, no.

We did. According to this,
my dad bought it in 1977.

From...? Islington Car Pound.

A police pound?
Yeah. Unclaimed vehicle.

Probably towed it in off the street,
nobody claimed it.

Fairly common for stolen cars.

Why wouldn't they have returned it
to the owner?

Do you know when it was nicked?
'75.

And the owner was never informed
that it was found.

Human error, maybe?

No computers back then.

Much harder to cross-reference
things. And what happened to it?

Er, we kept it for spares till '91.

Then we sold it to a Steve Bennett.

Total restoration job by that stage.

Got his address here if you want it.

It was one of Dad's retirement
projects.

Except he didn't retire for about
another ten years.

By then his health was
starting to go.

He died a couple of years ago,
but he barely made a start on it.

I've been meaning to sell it ever
since, but... you know how it goes.

And this is it?

This is all that's left?

..that was restorable.

What exactly is it that
you're looking for?

Well, to be honest, Mr Bennett...

..I'm not really sure.

You're welcome. Cheers.

What? That.

Mr Bennett?

Yeah?
Could those be from the Spyder?

Er, yeah, might be.

I know my son took a few spares off
after Dad died.

Mind if we take a look?
Be my guest.

Hang on, what's that?

Just a bag.

It was in the boot
wedged underneath the spare.

Don't touch it.
There's nothing really in it.

Have you got any gloves?

Thanks!

My dad bought my brother
one of those.

Alicante Airport.

'78 it must have been.

I was dead jealous of it.

OK...

I'm just going to...
Let's have a look what we've got.

A shirt.

Comb.

Toothpaste.

And a... diary.

No? 1976.

Whoa whoa whoa.
I'll leave it to the lab.

Mr White's widow says it definitely
wasn't his.

So we think it could be our
victim's.

OK. First up, we need to dry it
without doing any more damage.

Best option is, we freeze it, then
stick it in the high-vacuum chamber.

Give us a couple of hours and then
let's see where we are.

OK.

Yes, I know. 45 years.

If I'd killed, I'd be out by now.

No, it'd be lovely if you could come,
Monica.

I'm trying to get hold of as many of
the old gang as possible.

I'll call you right back.

Claire?

I thought it was the cold.
Hold on, love.

Let's have a look.

It doesn't look too bad.
We'll get some cream on it.

If you pass me that stuff there.
Let's turn this off.

That should do it.

I'm scared, Eric.
No need to be scared, my darling.

I want to be somewhere safe.

I've told you, sweetheart,
we're fine here.

No. I want to be looked after.

You will be. I can look after you.

I want to leave.

No, no, my darling.
We're not leaving.

We can't leave.

Hey, Curtis! Come here, man.

Hey, Curtis, where are you going,
man?

Whoa, Curtis!
You gonna air me, bruv?

Curtis?

Upset?

Got you this.

I've got pens.
Nice to have new ones, isn't it?

Not every day you sit your GCSEs!

Hey, Curtis!

We'll be late.

That's all I'm saying.
You know what the Yanks are like.

They shoot their wads for a title.

We just want you on the letterheads.
That's all I'm asking,

and then it could push it over the
line.

Never asked my old man for a brass
farthing.

Wouldn't have dared.

I don't want your money, Dad.

No. You want my name.

Send the paperwork to the office.
I'll get my CFO to look at it.

'Chelle. It's on.

'The appointment of Sir Phillip
Cross

is deemed to be a smart move
by the Government...'

As I say, I'm sure it is just
an arithmetic issue.

You came all the way down here to
tell me my maths is shit?

I could have saved you the bother.

I could have sent you
my O Level certificate.

By my reckoning, we seem to be about
£2,000 out over the last three years.

As you say, I'm sure it is just
an accounting error.

If you could look at it ASAP,
I'd appreciate bit.

I'll get Grace onto it first thing.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have
a six o'clock service to prepare.

Thanks for your time, Robert.

Are they all like this? All.

So then we scanned them with
infrared.

Still unreadable.

So then we tried them with
luminescence.

Oh, man!

I always like this bit.

How do you do that?

Certain materials have the ability
to change visible wavelengths

Certain materials have the ability
into longer invisible reflective ones

if you shine a luminescent infrared
light at them.

Ink is one of them.

I have absolutely no idea what
you're talking about,

but I've slightly fallen in love
with you.

OK, go back to the fly page, please.

'Happy Christmas, Jimmy.

With much love, Jo-Jo.

James Niall Sullivan.

Address...

Wherever I lay my hat.'

The last entry's July 12th,

though there's not actually anything
on the pages before that.

But we thought you might like this...

Names and phone numbers.

Brian Kent.

Mrs Stevens.

Paul Hall. GP.

Beth.

Sean Collins.

Clive Crowther.

Father Rob.

Trotsky.

Maccie.

Mr Slater.

Paul Fleet.

Frankie C.

Kev Flemming.

Shrimp.

Rita Monroe.

Guv?

Hello, Jimmy.

Let's get you home, shall we?