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DCI BANKS
Dry Bones that Dream

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Season 3 - Episode 03
Part 1

You'll want overshoes, DCI Banks,

it's like an abattoir in there.

Have frontal lobe on my instep.

As greetings go, DI Morton,
I've had warmer.

- Morning.
- I'm thinking of starting a campaign -

anyone convicted of a serious crime

committed during anti-social hours

automatically gets
another five years.

I'm sure your husband would agree.

Victim's daughter said the
shot was fired around midnight,

it took her four hours
to get to a phone,

so actually we had a lie-in.

Who found the body?

- That bad?
- Pretty bad.

Morning, Boss.

You'll need.
Overshoes, yes I know.

Weapon?

Shotgun,
probably sawn off.

Definite ID?

Keith Andrew Rothwell,

- freelance accountant.
- Why hasn't that been bagged?

- We were waiting.
- For?

I like to be sure every scrap
of intel is extracted on scene,

before any goes to forensics.
I don't bag until the last minute.

Lives here with his wife.

Last night was their
25th wedding anniversary.

And also the daughter, Hannah, 16,

I spoke to her briefly.

Happy anniversary.

I trust we're circulating a
description of the suspect.

Or do you prefer
to wait on that too?

DS Chapman put it out an hour ago.

What there was of it.

You can call me Win, you know.

He was a big man, smelt
musty, barely spoke.

Sounds a bit like you, sir.

Techies on their way, Win.

So how much do accountants
earn these days?

No sign of robbery.

Hannah says not, but we'll
have Mrs. Rothwell verify it

when she gets up.

- Gets up?
- Doctor says

she wasn't ready to talk to us.
Requested sedatives.

Though we'll need a good
photo of Mr. Rothwell.

Preferably from when
he still had a head.

I'd wait.

Hannah Rothwell,
DCI Banks,

who I thought was resting.

Mum wanted me to
keep an eye on things.

Sorry, Hannah.

Sorry for your loss.

Do you remember what time
the doorbell rang, Hannah?

Ten-ish,
I thought dad

was on his phone, as usual,
and mum

had forgotten her
keys, so I answered it.

And then he pushed me inside.

Tied me up.

And put tape on my mouth.

Did he do anything else?

Just sat there, waiting.

And then he tied mum up,
and dragged dad outside.

And it went very quiet, until...

Hannah,

can you think of any reason why
someone would want to hurt your dad?

Not really,

though I didn't know him that well,

I mean we weren't exactly...

He works a lot.

Worked.

You'd better talk to mum, it's
usually just me and her and...

- Tom when he's around.
- Tom?

My brother, he's
travelling across America,

but we're not exactly sure
where he is, at the moment.

- So you'd Better...
- talk to your mum.

Don't worry, we will.

- Morning, both.
- Morning, Ron.

- Another day.
- Another decapitated accountant.

Roadblocks have been set up
on approaches to the airport,

mainline stations, and
major routes out of the area.

Extra resources have
been made available,

so anything you need,
just let me know.

A few more hours in
bed wouldn't go amiss.

Those old bones starting
to creak, Inspector?

You don't care about my
body, you pay me for my mind.

You joining us for
the briefing, Ron?

No, but I do want to
be kept fully updated

on progress, please.

Are you going to
personalise this a bit?

- Why?
- Well...

We're looking to get one of those
interactive white boards now.

- Yeah? Great.
- Now?

Now that we have a
resident intelligence expert

keeping us up-to-date.

- If it ain't broke...
- New day, Alan.

We have to wipe the sleep
from our eyes, and embrace it.

Can't afford to get left behind,

-isn't that right, DI Morton?
- Yes, sir.

Where are these extra resources
coming from?

I've learnt not to look
a gift horse in the mouth.

And neither should you.

Before, and after.

Gut reactions, what does
this look like to you?

Sort of like a jelly baby,
after its head's been bitten off.

A hit.

Blowing someone's head
clean off with a shotgun

is not as easy as it looks,
you need to know you're doing.

So the question is,
why would someone

take out a contract on
a Yorkshire accountant?

Depends if he's any good, or not.

All right, lets start with
the current client list.

There's not even a parking
ticket on the system,

he's been freelance
for the last five years,

20 before that he was at Hatchard
& Pratt, on the High Street.

Get down there.

We need to find out
who Keith Rothwell was,

and who benefits from his death.

And if he really bought that house

by filling out tax returns.

We need to look at
the whole family,

so we need to locate
Tom Rothwell asap.

- Helen.
- Well,

I'd like the Rothwells online
history for the last three months,

including what social media
the kids have been using.

Quick result on this -
Superintendent McLaughlin

might even put a few
quid behind the bar.

Should anyway, we need to
welcome the new arrival.

Oh, no. I don't like pubs.

Banks.

On my way.

SOCO have found something.

This way, this way.

Yeah, this is a very
fast moving enquiry.

At this stage I would simply urge

anyone with any information

to contact the police immediately.

Thank you.

That's the only
comment I'm prepared

to make at this stage,
thank you very much.

I'll just get on, thank you.

See, I'm one of those weirdoes

who only uses his
phone to phone people.

- Right.
- You do all that, do you?

Social media.

You're not twittering now, are you?

Tweeting?
No.

Only when I'm doing something, or

I'm with someone
really interesting.

Well, none of the stuff that I've
seen qualifies as interesting.

Bored people typing,

"I'm quite hungry", when
they could be making -

But it's about connections, DCI Banks,
and that's what we do, isn't it?

We find them, we
make sense of them.

Now that piece you
just did to camera,

it's already being watched on
various platforms worldwide.

Can we drop the DCI Banks
from this platform, please?

Boss is fine, or Alan, in the pub.

- I don't -
- You don't like pubs.

It's wadding,

once part of the shotgun cartridge.

Obviously you can buy them,
but you can make your own.

And this is not commercial,

looks like it might have
been made from a magazine.

- So why do it yourself?
- To save money,

or because you're a gun enthusiast.

You got a magnifying glass?

- Is that a...?
- I think it is.

- And that could be a -
- Penis, DCI Banks.

First time I've seen one
through a magnifying glass.

- You?
- I'm more interested

in the sub-machine gun
standing next to it.

gained entry to the house,
around 11pm, last night.

Police appealed

for potential witnesses
to come forward.

This is a very
fast-moving enquiry.

At this stage, I would simply urge

anyone with any information

to contact the police immediately.

Thank you, that'll be all.

That's the only
comment I'm prepared

to make at this stage,
thank you very much.

Can we just get on?
Thank you.

Boss.

- Anything?
- Deliberately

locked files on this one.

We've taken everything.

Well, liaise with DI Morton please.

Sure.

Well, I hope you're taking a
note of everything that you take.

I really don't think
there is anything else.

You can't come up
with a single word

about a man you worked
with for two decades?

- I've given you one.
- Apart from ordinary.

Um... Keith was a bit tight,

truth be told, with money.

but the fact is there is
nothing to say about him,

he kept himself to himself and...

I expect he had a
lot to put up with.

Why?

Have you met Mary?

She's very particular. Proud, I
suppose you'd say.

At least she gets adjectives.

Did you socialise with the
Rothwells?

Not really.

Not at all after
he... after he left.

but I've known Mary
most of my life.

Mr. Hatchard, our founder,
my uncle's partner, he was her dad.

Is that how Keith got the job?

Through Mary?

Nothing wrong with that, is there?

There you go, Keith's client
file from the time he left us.

Why did he leave you?

You'll find out anyway, won't you?

He was asked to go, in the end.

Sacked, I supposed you'd say.

The restaurant was average,
it was Keith's choice.

He had carbonara, which was
unusual, he usually had Bolognese.

I had a lasagne.

We're more interest
in last night's events

after you arrived home, Mrs. Rothwell.

I thought Hannah had covered that.

Can I ask you then about your
husband's business dealings?

- You can, but I don't know anything.
- Still.

Keith was an
accountant, he didn't...

Well, I didn't pretend to be
interested, and he didn't expect me to.

What about aside
from the accountancy?

Are you aware of any
sidelines that he may have had?

If you're looking for
skeletons, my husband's

cupboard will prove disappointing.

He had no vices, he hardly
drank, never even smoked.

- We're simply trying...
- You're wondering

if this was all paid
for legitimately.

Well, Keith was good at what he
did, and he was always...

..careful with money.

He'd never even holiday abroad,

he preferred the Yorkshire coast.

What about you, Mrs. Rothwell,
were you satisfied with that?

We hadn't been away
together for years.

Do you expect this to make
the newspapers?

Yes. Yes, we hope so.

Given that we are trying
to catch the killer.

You've managed to gather yourself
remarkably quickly, Mrs. Rothwell.

And you consider yourself a
sensitive reader of people, Detective?

Only Hannah said you
first spoke to her

whilst wiping her father's
brain off your shoe.

Shame you weren't
awake to look after her.

DI Morton!

Excuse us.

It's worth remembering that,
irrespective of anything else,

she has just lost her husband,
and Hannah her father.

Why don't you make sure

the local intelligence gathering
is being handled properly?

I don't call going door to
door intelligence gathering.

Them make up a name for it, and
I'll meet you back at the station.

I'm sorry about
that, Mrs. Rothwell.

Is this postcard from your son?
May I?

Yes.

Is this the last communication
that you had from him?

Yes.

- And how long has he been away?
- Three-and-a-half months.

18 years old, travelling on
his own, you must miss him.

- Of course.
- And your husband?

Well, Keith was never much
for discussing his feelings,

but yes, I imagine so.

So Tom leaving his
father's name off this,

sent ten days ago,
is just an oversight?

You'd have to ask him.

We will, when we find him.

You seem very
protective of your son.

Very protective of both
my children, Inspector.

Despite what some may think.

He hated him.

They hated each other,
as far as I could see.

You sure you don't want a drink?

No, I'd like to get this
done as quickly as possible,

for your daughter's
sake, but thanks.

That's all I know, really.

I only cleaned there a few months.

But long enough to
witness regular arguments,

between Mr. Rothwell and his son.

Hear 'em, anyway.

You couldn't help it.

And were they about
anything in particular?

Don't know, it wasn't like I
had time to stand and listen.

I was too scared to
stop for a second.

Everyone up there was scared.

Scared of what?

Of her.

Mrs. Rothwell.

You felt sorry for him.

It was like he was trying to
keep out of the way all the while.

In his own house.

- Ready for an update?
- You're keen.

Anything on the wadding yet, Ken?

- Within the hour, boss.
- We're still waiting on the techies too.

And I thought the
whole point of computers

was that they were
faster than this.

Right, Keith Rothwell
was notoriously mean,

but there had to be something more.

I strongly suspect you'll
find specialist porn,

or reference to
it, on his machines.

It could well be that that's
where he was making his real money.

Which now all goes
to Mary Rothwell.

If pushed I'd say either she,

or the son, or both of them, hired
our shooter,

who used that wadding to make
some kind of point.

You think that Rothwell had it in him
to get involved in something illegal?

- Win?
- Well, he was sacked

from H&P for fiddling timesheets.

Could have been stuck off
if Mary hadn't stepped up

and asked Daddy's firm to keep
quiet and protect his reputation.

So, almost certainly domestic,

possibly with a bit of dirty money.

That's my instinct.

I mean, America is awake now,

so it's just a matter of time
before we find Tom Rothwell.

Could well be a long day,

but I reckon we'll have
a result by the end of it.

Excellent work, Inspector.

You going along
with this, I presume.

Well, we haven't
really... DCI Banks -

A bit formal.
Settling in all right?

Yes, very well.

In fact, it was Helen,
doing good old-fashioned

door-to-door enquiries
who confirmed Mary Rothwell

hadn't exactly been truthful to us

about relations
between father and son.

- Helen, what have you got there?
- It's from the press office.

They've had a call about the photograph,
in the first editions of the Post.

Of Keith Rothwell?

The man we found in the garage.

Keith Rothwell.

Not according to a woman in Leeds.

She say that this is someone
called Robert Calvert.

It must be difficult for you.

Moving to a different department,

getting used to new people.

Say if it was me, I'd just say,

"You're not fitting
in very well, are you?"

Have you heard from DS Cabbot?

Yes, she's doing well.

You must miss her.

Of course.

But we all have to carry on,
or else...

Annie's a good colleague.

And what exactly makes a
good colleague, do you think?

DCI Banks.

You actually want me to
tell you how to fit in?

Well...

Suffer a trip to
the pub for a start.

Using nicknames is good, or at
least don't refer to your colleagues

by their rank all the time.

Crack a joke or two, preferably at
someone else's expense.

Buy a round of coffees, it's really
not...

..rocket science.

What's this?

It was found in Rothwell's jacket.

He put spent matches
back in the box.

Turned round the other
way from the live ones.

Mary Rothwell wasn't wrong when
she said that he was careful.

She also said that he didn't smoke.

In her 70s, smells of sprouts,
only talks to cats.

Hi.
Yeah, come in.

Yeah, it's him.

- Robert Calvert?
- Yeah.

You're absolutely sure.

We were in a relationship
for six months.

So, have they printed
the wrong picture?

We gave it to them, Miss Jefferies.

It's Keith Rothwell.

He was shot dead in the
early hours of this morning.

When did you last see him?

About four months ago.

Did you know that he was married?

Not that it would have
necessarily mattered.

Could you describe
what he was like?

He was fun, funny.

Adventurous.

Makes sense, his being married.

I travel a lot,

and there was a limit to what
we could offer each other,

maybe that's why it worked.

Except you split up?

Because I got the feeling that I
wasn't the only one, and married or not,

all I asked was that he was
with me when we were together.

Have you got any
photographs of you together?

No, why?

What do you do, Miss Jefferies?

Play the clarinet, Inspector.

You don't believe me, do you?
That's why you want to see photos.

Where did you meet?

Leeds Town Hall, at
a Tchaikovsky recital.

Robert loved music.

All different kinds of music.

You played in these concerts?

Yeah.

You've performed at
Sydney Opera House?

Yes.

Yeah, I hope to again
in a couple of months.

Budapest first.
I leave in a few days.

You didn't strike me as a classical
musician.

Whereas you do strike
me as a policeman.

I thought you lot did courses on
not judging books by their covers.

Is there any reason
why you don't have

a very high opinion
of us, Miss Jefferies.

Have you had previous
dealings with the police?

No, but I do tend to try and avoid
people who choose to spend their days

being suspicious of others.

Ella Fitzgerald.

Wasn't enough that she
was a world class singer,

she played the clarinet.

- And the trumpet.
- Yes.

Win, can you give
me a minute, please?

Thanks.

He had a flat.

Do you think you
could take us there?

Yeah.

Rothwell's computer
files have been unlocked.

There's no porn, there's just
pages of numbers and letters.

They're being analysed now, but
I think they are account details.

There's one code that appears on
most of the documents,

NCLF LS1.

There's a solicitor in Leeds,
LS1.

His name's Norcliffe. I
thought while you were in town -

Can you text the
address to Helen, please?

- That's great work, Win.
- Cheers.

Ken wants to talk to you.

Dirty squad have sent a sample of the
material that the wadding came from.

It's Dutch hard-core,
pretty niche.

Gynaecology meets automatic weapons,
and it's at least ten years old.

I mean, most of this stuff
you can get online now,

apparently.

Contact cyber crime,

tell them that you need
a list of relevant sites,

and start requisitioning databases.

You want payment details,
as well as user names.

Most men won't give
their actual identities.

I'm sure Ken doesn't need an

intelligence expert
to tell him that.

First exotic
companions, now gun porn.

Do I look like a sexual deviant?

- Yes.
- Yes.

Yes.

Win, we also need
everything you can get on

a Robert Calvert, please?

- Right.
- And Pamela Jefferies.

Will do.

Thanks, Win.

Right, see you later.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

It's probably best
not to touch anything.

He had a complete tin ear.

He loved listening.

Mr. Norcliffe is not in
any kind of trouble, is he?

Would you be surprised if he was?

Of course.

It's Robert.

And was this Robert as well?

And was he man who
left his CDs in a mess,

or one who put spent
matches back in the box.

You don't seem very
worried, Mrs. Graves,

considering you haven't heard
from Mr. Norcliffe since yesterday.

He's the boss, he
does what he likes.

And does he often do what he likes?

He's out of the office a lot, yes.

And you don't always
ask where he is

even though you're his secretary?

It's why I'm his secretary.

So this is nothing unusual?

He does answer his
phone to me, usually.

But he hasn't today?

Faster on the train,
and the music's better.

Did you see any CDs or records at
the Rothwells?

Why?

You left a search
team at Norcliffe's?

Yeah, and we're running
his mobile numbers now.

Nobody honest needs three phones.

Also...

Alan, I believe you already know
DCI Stuart Burgess from SOCA.

Yes.

And this is DI Helen
Morton, joined us recently...

From regional Intelligence,
we've heard good things.

Tell us about Norcliffe, Alan.

No sightings of him after he
left his regular restaurant,

three hours before the murder.

Searching is underway,
although obviously

he has a start on us,

locating him is now a top priority

alongside our gunman,
and Tom Rothwell.

We've found him, I
was about to tell you,

in San Diego, through Facebook.
He's been advised to return.

You'll have to explain to Banksy
what Facebook is.

I assume this is where the extra
resources came from.

So why are SOCA
sending people down

to the death of an accountant?

You know who this is,
I presume?

Martin Fleming.

Salt-of-the-earth politician
who'd have you believe

MP stands for man of the people.

And subject of a two-year
investigation into

serious fraud and
money-laundering offences.

Don't tell me that you voted for
him.

Of course you did, he's
right up your street.

Everyone's in it for
themselves in the end, Banksy.

You'd know.

It seems that Mr.
Fleming was at Cambridge

with one Daniel Norcliffe.

Any connection gets
flagged up on our system,

including your headless accountant.

Norcliffe would have needed certain
expertise to set things up for Fleming.

A non-entity like Rothwell
would have been perfect.

Until he didn't need him anymore.

I don't know.
I don't care, for that matter.

We're in it for the big fish, so...

we don't need you
disturbing the waters

by chasing Norcliffe
and your shooter.

That's why I'm here, make
sure you keep us up-to-date,

and stay well away
from Martin Fleming.

As I said, DCI Burgess,
we're happy to cooperate.

Yes, I can see that.

You wouldn't know it, but
Banksy and I are old friends.

We trained together.
Interestingly,

he seemed to like me less and
less the more I got promoted.

At some point Detective Burgess
started hunting personal glory,

rather than real criminals.

Yes, one could never
accuse you of hunting glory.

No offence.

Well, don't worry, we'll
give Fleming a wide berth,

but I'll also give him
the benefit of the doubt.

Not only because, given the severity
of the crime we're investigating...

but also because it's perfectly
possible that he's a...

corrupt businessman, and a good MP.

You do realise you've just
stormed out of your own office?

Initial fingerprint comparison

between Calvert's flat
and Rothwell's body.

Perfect match.

Looks like we're
chasing the killer of the

world's most
interesting accountant.

OK, listen up.
I'm heading into Leeds.

DI Morton is in
charge in my absence.

Right, the search of Norcliffe's
property hasn't turned up much.

But SOCA have been
working all night

with Rothwell's computer files.

SOCA?
Who called the cavalry?

He's been depositing
considerable sums,

- offshore, over a number of years.
- All right, how about this?

Rothwell and Norcliffe are
working happily together

then Rothwell starts
creaming money off the top.

Norcliffe finds out that
he's being ripped off,

decides he doesn't
need a partner anymore.

So he hires someone
to kill Rothwell.

Sorry, sir. Calvert's flat
was broken into overnight.

That was the caretaker.

Apparently they made quite a mess.

All right, Win.
Get forensics down there.

I'll call in while I'm in town,

then you and Helen
go to Arkbeck Farm.

Did Mary Rothwell know Norcliffe?

And I want you to check
through their music collection.

Norcliffe doesn't do
criminal cases, does he?

It might be worth finding
out who he referred them to.

Maybe that's where
we'll find our shooter.

Who says that looking at
porn all day rots your brain?

Obviously makes your
hair fall out, though.

You can't really think that he was
having an affair?

We're not in a position to go
into details, Mrs. Rothwell,

but there may several
things he kept to himself.

Well, Keith had no
imagination whatsoever.

Except where it came to
timesheets, apparently.

- I'll repeat the names.
- When you're in a position

to reveal what you think
you know about my husband,

I assume I'll be
the first to hear it.

Pamela Jefferies.

I hope I won't have to
read it in the newspapers.

No.

- Robert Calvert?
- I told you once.

We can finish this at the
station, if you prefer?

I've never heard of him.

How about Daniel Norcliffe?

Think about it this time.

No.

What about your son?

When's your son back?

Tomorrow, for the funeral.

We weren't sure he'd bother,

given what we now know about
his relationship with his dad.

- If you had children -
- I have.

I look forward to meeting Tom.

Hopefully he's got a
better memory for names.

Ma'am.

It's as though reality doesn't
actually touch her.

Isn't that what money does -
insulates you?

I wouldn't know,
it's distinctly drafty

since I bought a house
I couldn't afford.

And a mortgage even a loan shark
wouldn't give you these days.

How old are they?
Your kids.

- Is that relevant?
- No, I suppose not.

Hi.

- Do you want some sugar?
- No, thank you.

- There you go.
- Thanks.

I do have some more
questions, I'm afraid.

OK.

Did Robert ever talk about
his business dealings?

No.

What about Daniel Norcliffe? Did he
ever mention that name?

Never even told me his real name.

Me and Robert didn't do reality.

So what did you do?

It's important that
I try to understand,

or get a sense of why this
careful, controlled man,

would take a huge risk.

What have you come up with so far?

Necessity, I suppose.

I think he felt trapped
by how people saw him,

and perhaps how he saw himself.

And maybe came to realise
that he wasn't actually

being true to who he really was.

He was still controlled, though.

I mean, he must have been,
to keep two lives going.

"Let's keep it in the moment",

that's what he used to say.

Maybe that's why he loved
music so much, because...

..it holds you in the moment.

You know, you remind me of him.

I've got something to show you.

So wherever I am in the world,

I make sure there are
two things with me -

my instrument, and this.

This is Ella
Fitzgerald singing live

at a club in Hollywood,
in the early sixties.

This is seriously rare.

Yeah, I think I've got
a copy of this on CD.

Yeah, me too, and digitally, but...

neither of them sound like this.

Nothing could sound like this,

that night was
supposed to be on vinyl.

You know what I mean?

I'd love to hear it.

- I've got a rehearsal.
- Oh, yeah. No, of course.

I'm home tonight, though, if you...

I'm not actually sure.

Take it with you now,

and you can give it back to me
it when we next see each other.

As long as it's before
I go to Budapest.

Hello.

- DC -
- You took your time.

I'm not responding to a call.

There's been a break-in.

Some time after our
lot left last night.

Same technique as at Calvert's?

Yeah, I've left forensics down
there but I don't hold out much hope.

Looks like we're not the only ones
searching for Daniel Norcliffe.

Did you get anything
from Pamela Jefferies?

Well, nothing to speak of.

Mary Rothwell seems to think Keith
having an affair was impossible.

- She would.
- Mind you,

he was punching well
above his weight.

Maybe they shared something
that went beyond what

Mary Rothwell and
others can understand.

The music at Arkbeck -

half her CDs probably came
free with the Sunday papers.

It's exactly what you'd expect.

Is there any particular reason?

I've got the details
of that criminal lawyer

that Norcliffe referred clients to.

I'll get a full client
list, and get DC Blackstone

to cross reference it
against the porn data.

Go Banksy.

Did you just call me Banksy?

- You said -
- Well, don't.

Please.

Not ever.

Tell you what, just
e-mail it to me, yeah?

Well, I'd better phone home Ken.

Looks like we're
in for a long night.

OK, I'm going out for coffee.
Who wants what?

Not for me, thanks.

No, thanks.

No, thanks.

No, cool, good.

I've got to talk to you.
I don't want any trouble,

right, so you just
tell me what I want.

Then I'll be gone.
Why don't you tell me?

Because I'm not leaving
until you tell me.

Don't tell me you don't know!

Don't treat me like I'm stupid!

Where is he!
Where is he!

Please, please...

Somebody has been following us.

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

Things got out of
hand, and I hit him.

- You have to come and hear me.
- In Budapest?

Come with me.

You have to leave now.

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