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You're a thief! You
can't do this to me!

I told you what I'd do!

You're a liar! You'll
never get away with it!

I'll tell them everything!

I want what's mine!

You can't run away from me!

No! Stop!

-Done. Ready?
-All set.

First day. First case.

Feeling good.
Don't get me wrong.

Practically had
to stop my parents

from strapping themselves
to the roof of my car

as I drove down.

Traffic was a nightmare.

You should do what I do.

Walk or get someone
else to drive you.

Like this one.

My mum, painted by my dad.

A genuine Ron Palmer.

You found out, then.

Hollis couldn't wait to tell me.

He said your dad was
quite the forger.

Yeah. Made a lot of
bad decisions, my dad.

Almost no good
decisions, in fact.

So, you knew.

Growing up surrounded
by Matisse and Renoir

was a bit of a giveaway.

Hockney and Hackney.

Must have been a nightmare
having a forger for a dad.

He'd say it was a nightmare
having a policeman for a son.

Where is he now?

No idea.

Shall we?

Okay.

Gloucestershire, here we come.

Right.

I've just got to do the alarm.

You come... there you go.

You get away. That's it.

There we go.

So, what's in Gloucestershire?

Someone break into a vault
full of antique diamonds?

Protesters took some
paint at a red Picasso?

A farmer has found a
collection of Viking artifacts.

A farmer found some artifacts?

In a field.

So, we're going
to Gloucestershire

to look at artifacts in a field?
-Yeah.

The museum's interested
in buying the collection,

but they're a bit concerned
about the authenticity.

So, they called Heritage Crime?

Well, yeah.

The curator's a friend of mine.

Well, she's more of a colleague.

Mutual friend. She's
a very good curator.

She's a great curator.

Right.

You said that was Viking gold.

You want it, you'll
pay me what it's worth.

Well, here are the
Heritage Crime unit now.

Perhaps you'd like to discuss
it with them, Mr. Whitlock.

Hello, there. DI Palmer.

May I help you?

Never mind.

DI Palmer.

Miss Conahan.

May I introduce you
to DC Shazia Malik?

-Hi.
-The department's expanded.

Doubled in size.

That the, um, landowner?

Mr. Whitlock? Yes. He's
not terribly happy.

He'd rather like his money.

What's he owed?

Just under a million pounds.

Fair enough. I'd
like his money, too.

It's Whitlock.

Listen, things have
got complicated.

The police are here.

I'm going to need
a bigger share.

May I present the
Torberry hoard?

This is spectacular.

Look at the level
of craftsmanship.

This snake looks like he's
gonna turn around and bite you.

-Gloves!
-I'm so sorry.

Some serious Scandi bling.

I believe these
are the grave goods

of a ninth century
Viking chieftain.

So, this is, like, over
a thousand years old.

Looks brand new.

Yeah, well, that's
the beauty of gold.

It doesn't tarnish.

Look at the level of
detail on this sword hilt.

-Incredible, isn't it?
-High status individual?

-Yes, exactly.
-From maybe Anglo-Saxon?

Well, I'm dating the
find to about 870.

Wow.

So, how was it discovered?

So, Whitlock was
plowing the field,

and he... he saw
a flash of gold,

went over to where the
ground was churned up

and pulled out the chalice.

Well... Well,
that's what he says.

Well, there's no scratch marks.

No plow has touched this.

No.

So, then, where
did it come from?

You think it was stolen?

Presumably taken
from somewhere else

and then reburied to avoid
having to pay the landowner.

Especially if they didn't
have permission to be there.

Who excavated the site?

Dr. Justine Faye
from the university.

Such an amazing discovery.

I've already had calls
from news channels,

history channels, could
even be a book deal.

You don't get many moments
like this in archeology.

Meet Nemo, so called
because Nemo is...

Latin for "nobody."

Don't worry, I didn't
think it was a fish.

Hello. What's this?

Rosa, it's Mick.

Do you have a few
minutes to spare?

Perfect fit.

The question is, where
did that come from?

It was found during
the excavation

of a nearby long
barrow 10 months ago,

led by my predecessor,
Professor David Abbott.

But to be honest, the dig
was a high-profile failure.

Uh, Nemo and the Garnet was
pretty much all we found.

Okay, so we need to talk to him.

I'm afraid you can't.

Um...

David killed himself
soon afterwards.

Sorry to hear that.

So, what are we thinking, then?

The hoard was looted
from the barrow?

We need to reopen it.

Thank you.

Who needs wellies when
you've got new trainers?

It's a Neolithic
barrow. Bronze Age.

Vikings often reused
them for burials.

It feels like we're going
to see a family of hobbits.

Why did you choose this site?

About 10 months ago, a local
enthusiast, William Titchfield,

picked up a signal with
his metal detector.

David arranged an emergency dig.

What was the emergency?

You have to work fast
before word gets out.

David needed people
he could trust.

-And who are they?
-Uh, me, Titchfield,

and two students...
Tim and Freya.

Rather a serious young couple.

We were pretty thorough.
Went flat out for 48 hours.

-And?
-Empty.

Just Nemo and the
things in the lab.

We thought it had been
cleaned out by nighthawks.

What's that?

People who raid sites by night.

David suspected the
detectorist, Titchfield.

We're in.

-Oh.
-Wonderful.

Lead the way.

Great.

Nemo was the first
thing we found.

Hugely exciting.

Almost perfectly preserved.

Mind the drop.

Once we finished, the
barrow was resealed.

Huh.

Oh, my God!

It's David.

It must have been a
horrible shock for you.

He looked so, um...

Oh.

Why did anyone think
he'd take his own life?

He went missing.

The police found his
truck and a suicide note.

Whereabouts?

A place upriver.

A popular, um, spot.

Right.

I've called it in.

They're going to give us a room

at the local nick
to work out of.

I'm going to need to
interview everyone

involved in the original dig.

Could you possibly
help arrange that?

I can't believe David ended
up buried in a Viking grave.

What I want to know
is who put him there.

What did Vikings have
on their helmets?

-Horns?
-Wrong. Not horns.

It's actually a
common misconception.

Like, horned helmets
predate the Vikings.

Think about it.

How would having horns on
your head be of any help?

Not at all. Simple skull caps.

That's what they
would have worn.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, hi. Thanks.

Thanks. Okay.

-Cheers. Cheers.
-Cheers.

Yeah. That was quite a day.

Did you open up the barrow?

-Mm-hmm.
-We did.

We found the body
of Professor Abbott.

-Oh.
-Well, we think it's him.

We're waiting for
official confirmation.

Oh, no. I thought he
took his own life.

So, how did he end
up in the barrow?

That's what we need to find out.

Yes, of course.

So, I guess that means that
you're going to be staying here

a little longer.

-Uh, hopefully. Yeah.
-Yeah.

What do we fancy?

Veggie burger with curly fries?

That sound good?

-Oh.
-Let's have a look.

Pathologist has confirmed it.

It's Abbott, alright.
-Hmm.

He disappeared 10 months ago.

Monday, 30th December.

Any next of kin?

There wasn't one.

Single, no family, no friends.

Get them to pull all the files.

In the meantime, let's
speak to his colleagues.

See if we can jog
a few memories.

Rattle a few cages.

She's proper gorgeous.

How old is she?

-Four months.
-Oh.

She's tiny.

-What's her name?
-Demona.

The Celtic goddess of nature.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Good morning, Miss Hamilton.

Mr. Connor.

Mr. Titchfield.

Thank you for coming.

I'm afraid I have to inform you,

we have discovered a
body in the long barrow

you excavated last year.

We have reason to believe it is
that of Professor David Abbot.

It is likely we will open
a murder investigation.

Why would anyone want
to hurt the professor?

Because the barrow wasn't empty.

There was a gold hoard in there,

and someone has
helped themselves.

What, do you think
one of us might have?

Well, before you say
anything, it wasn't me.

Well, someone pulled a fast one.

So, somebody killed David
to cover up the theft?

That's ridiculous.

The professor might have
been a bit eccentric,

but he was a good guy.

He was an arsehole.

He was a brilliant man

and a gifted academic.

Well, if David was so great,

why did someone kill him?

Well, we don't even know
that he was murdered, do we?

Well, someone dumped
his body in the barrow

that we all excavated.

-Are you accusing me?
-Oh, stop overreacting.

He wasn't the one who was
ready to get David's job.

How dare you?

You know what? Sod this.

I'm sick of the lot of you!

Dickhead!

Lovely to see you
again, Justine.

Tim.

-Can I go?
-Of course. Please.

You enjoyed that, didn't you?

So, what do you think?

Well, there was no love lost
between Abbott and Titchfield.

Or any of them, really.

Okay, they're ready for
us at the police station.

Here we go.

Thanks.

Okay, so, like
Justine Faye said,

his truck was found at
a local suicide spot.

Hat and coat were found
folded on the front seat.

Wow, eccentric's
an understatement.

Was there a note?

Uh, yeah. On the dashboard.

"Presumed to have jumped,

but the body was
never recovered.

Fast flowing river
that leads out to sea."

-Poetry.
-Not the suicide note.

"Never can I in no wise catch
a break from my cracking cares.

Nor this unfolding
tear... tear...

that grasps at me in
this, my entire life.

David." Wow.

-Can I see?
-Yeah.

Yeah, it's definitely
his handwriting.

Look at the edge.

It's been cut.

The top piece is missing.

I wonder what the
rest of the note said.

Rosa? Yes, again.

I've got a fragment of a poem.

It could be medieval.

Thanks. I'll e-mail
it over. Okay.

Abandoned car.
Handwritten note.

No wonder the police
thought it was a suicide.

And no one suspected
him for 10 months.

The motive for Abbott's
death seems clear enough.

Someone stole the
gold from the barrow,

Abbot found out,
so they killed him.

And then whoever it was
cut a deal with the farmer

to discover the
gold on his land.

Mm.

So... we squeeze Whitlock.

-Blimey.
-That doesn't look good.

We need backup.

Yep, emergency.
DI Palmer here.

Fire brigade.

Malik, wait!

That's North Avon.

Okay, stay there, please.

Malik!

You still there?

We're gonna need an
ambulance as well.

Torberry farm.
Yeah, North Avon.

I'll send them
over to forensics.

Alright. Thank you.

Are you okay?

A bit crispy.

For the record, there
are less dangerous ways

for you to prove yourself.

Got it.

I'm just being selfish, really.

I need somebody
to drive me home.

He said the fire was
started deliberately.

Petrol and hay bales.

Not a great combination.

What, so someone's
trying to kill him?

Or just a warning?

We find the body in the barrow.

The same barrow that
the hoard was found in.

And then the next day, the
farmer who found the hoard

ends up in hospital.

Someone's covering their tracks.

There must be a connection
between Whitlock

and someone from the dig.

Should we update Rosa Conahan?

No, no, I can...
I could do that.

Um, you should get
back to the pub.

And well done.

I hope it wasn't
too boring for you.

Your poetry... "The
Wife's Lament."

It's an old English love poem.

Interesting.

I want to pick your brains
on the farmer, Whitlock.

Somebody tried to burn
his barn down today.

How horrible. Is he alright?

Yes. Thanks to Malik.

Can you think of anyone that
might have persuaded him

to bury the hoard on his land?

Well, must be someone from
the original dig, surely.

Yeah, that's what I thought.
There's no connection yet.

What's this?

Your breakthrough
gave me an idea.

I believe the hoard
represents the burial goods

of Ivarr Ragnarsson, leader
of the Great Heathen Army.

I can connect several of the
finds to the route of the army.

-Is this him?
-Yes.

He met with a rather
unfortunate end.

He was out hunting with his
brother, Bjorn Ironside...

-Oh, yes. Sorry.
-No.

...when he was thrown from
his horse and gored by a stag.

I'm hoping Dr. Faye might let
me have a look at the remains

and have them moved here.

And if they show signs
of damage by antlers,

then Nemo could be Ragnarsson.

Yes. My thoughts entirely.

-That's exciting.
-Yes, it is.

-Keep me posted.
-I will.

-Well, I should be getting on.
-Well, yes. Me, too.

-Bye.
-Yeah. Bye.

Abbott's post-mortem
seems pretty conclusive.

The CT scan shows fractures
to the lower legs,

consistent with impact from
the bumper of a vehicle.

What, so he was hit by a car
and then dumped in a barrow?

Someone went to a lot of trouble
to make it look like a suicide.

Yeah.

His stomach contents show
traces of tiny scales.

They're going to send to an
ichthyologist to confirm,

but it's looking like
partially digested eels.

-Thanks for that.
-I mean, who eats eels?

Wouldn't be my choice
for a last meal...

or any meal, come to that.

We need to talk to
the dig team again.

Let's split them up this time.

Come on. Eat up.

Alright.

Can we have a word?
-Sure. No problem. Come on in.

Freya's just outside.
She's powering up.

Yeah, we had her
blessed by a druid.

A naming ceremony.

If she's four
months old, then...

Yeah. A dig baby.

At least something amazing
came from that excavation.

Is she the reason you
quit your studies?

Yeah. Um, I got a
job with the council,

so it worked out alright.

I mean, the money's not great,

but the job's a doss.

But, um, we'll be alright.

If you'll excuse me, I'm going
to have a word with Freya.

Could we talk about
Professor Abbott?

What was the mood
like during the dig?

Pretty good...
initially, anyway.

Then David and
Titchfield had a row.

Dave thought he'd been
stealing the finds.

-And was he?
-Maybe.

I mean, we didn't really find
anything apart from Old Nemo.

When was the last
time you saw Abbott?

The day he went missing.

Monday, the 3rd of December?

I had a tutorial with him.

And was the last
time you saw Abbott?

I was sitting outside
the campus coffee shop,

and he drove past in
his ridiculous pickup.

He even gave me a
beep as he went by.

Okay, thanks. Very helpful.

Oh, uh, by the way,

you ever come across a Greg
Whitlock, Torberry Farm?

Mm, no. Why?

There was an incident
there this morning...

bonfire.

Oh, yeah, I heard,

but, uh, no, I've
never met the guy.

Okay, well, uh, good news is

we're confident he's going to
pull through, so not to worry.

Great.

One more thing.

Professor Abbott... do
you know if he liked eels?

-Eels?
-Yeah, to eat.

How should I know?

Don't worry. It's
just... doesn't matter.

Thanks.

Freya saw Abbott
the day he died.

At the university.
-So did Tim.

Said he beeped his
horn as he drove past.

Anything?

E-mail from the finds
liaison officer.

I asked about the detectorist,
William Titchfield.

Turns out he's on
their blacklist.

For doing what?

Well, it was absolutely
tipping it down

and I was going to
knock it on the head.

But then I got a signal.
So, I starts digging.

The ground gives way,

and there's an entrance
to a long barrow.

So, did you have a look inside?

I know the rules.

I contacted the local
finds liaison officer

and Dave, so we blitzed
it, but it was a bust.

So, why are you blacklisted
for stealing artifacts

from archaeological sites?
-Nighthawking.

I do not steal.

That was a rumor put about
by Abbott, the bastard.

Bloody unbelievable.

Oh, he was just
covering his own arse.

But the rumors stuck.

I got chucked out of every
detectorist club in the county.

That must have made
you very angry.

I was absolutely livid.

We went way back.

You know, I've always wondered
about that suicide of his.

Whether he faked
it, did a runner.

Did you see Abbott
after the dig?

No, no, no.

And they wouldn't even let
me see the finds table.

But they won't
keep me down. No.

I'm still detecting on my own.

I'm a lone wolf.

Call me Fenrir Titchfield.
-Right.

You said that Abbott
may have done a runner.

Do you think he took
the gold himself?

I don't know.

But he was in a funny
place during that dig.

And why was that?

Well, he was all loved up.

Said it was the real thing.

Said he was going
to go off to Peru

and start a family
or some mad idea.

But he wouldn't
tell me who it was.

But I've got a nose
for these things, see?

You got a name for us?

Well, Justine Faye, obviously.

Hey, boss.

There's something
bothering me here.

That's the coffee shop
where Tim Connor saw Abbott

the day he died.

Monday, 3rd of December, right?

Right.

But look, from his
office to the main road,

the direct route
is straight ahead.

But Abbott took a massive
detour past the coffee shop

and then sounded his horn,

almost like he wanted
Tim to see him.

Um, boss.

Uh, I'm sorry. Did
we arrange this?

Dr. Faye, were you
having a relationship

with Professor Abbott?

Me and David?

No, that... that's hilarious.

William Titchfield said he
was having a relationship,

and he thought it was you.

Titchfield is an idiot,

but he's right about one thing.

I think David was
seeing someone.

Do you know who it was?

I have my suspicions.

Who?

Freya Hamilton.

Did Tim know?

If he did, they got over it.

When was the last time
you saw Professor Abbott?

A few nights before
he disappeared.

We were at a dinner organized
by the Norman Society.

The university has loose
connections with Henry I,

but it plays well
with the sponsors.

Are you sure Abbott was there?

Oh, he went to every
drinks, every dinner.

It was all he had.

You never confronted
him about his behavior?

I didn't have any proof.

Thank you for your time.

You've been most helpful.

Do you think she was
telling the truth?

She seemed genuinely
amused about the idea

of her and Abbott together.

You can't rule her out.

Abbott's dead.
She's got his job.

She was first in line to
excavate the Torberry hoard.

TV interest, book interest.

Worked out pretty well.
-She's ambitious,

but there are easier ways
to get someone else's job.

Especially if he was having
an affair with Freya.

Background on the
farmer, Whitlock.

-Anything?
-Nothing, really.

He was in trouble over
animal welfare standards.

Anonymous complaint to
Avon County Council,

but the complaint was withdrawn.

Who do we know that
works for the council?

Mind if I come in?

Uh, yeah. Of course.
Freya's just gone to town.

Anything I can help you with?

I wonder if you
want to talk about

some thousand-year-old gold.

You tell me if I've
got this wrong.

I think it was you that stole
the hoard from the barrow.

And then, of course, you
needed to "discover" it again.

So, you teamed up
with Greg Whitlock.

I've told you already
I've never heard of him.

He was reported to the council.

The council department
that you work for.

I think you saw an opportunity.

I'm guessing you told him

that you could get rid of the
complaint if he cooperated.

-It's not true.
-So, then, what happened?

Did you have a fall-out?

Did he get cold feet?

Is that why you set
his barn on fire?

I mean, did you
even know he was...

I've never been to any barn.

What?

I've just had a call
from the hospital.

Whitlock's going to make it.

We'll be able to take a
statement from tomorrow.

Oh!

Oh, shit.

When did you find the gold?

Almost straight away.

Yeah, we'd only been
working a few hours,

and I saw the glint.

I knew it was gold.

Nothing else that
comes close to it.

A find like that,
you know, that was...

that was the chance
of a lifetime.

Especially as we just found
out about Freya's pregnancy,

and we needed the money.

Abbott would have
taken all the glory.

The landowner would
get the money,

and we wouldn't
have seen a penny.

So, you approached Whitlock?

Not immediately,

but when his farm came
under investigation,

I told him I could...
I could sort it.

If we find the
hoard on his land,

we could split the profits.

Of course, when you showed
up, he wanted more money.

The police are here.

I'm going to need
a bigger share.

So, you set fire to his barn?

I just wanted to
give him a fright.

I just... I didn't
know he'd go in there.

I didn't think he'd get hurt.

When did Abbot know that
you'd taken the gold?

During the dig?
-No. He didn't.

I... no one knew except me.

Not even Freya.

So, why did you kill him?

I didn't.

I thought he killed
himself. We all did.

We all know you
had other reasons

to want him out of the way.

What do you mean?

His affair with Freya.

What?

She wasn't...

No, don't be ridiculous.

You're guilty of theft,
blackmail, arson,

and attempted murder.

I think that's enough
to be getting on with.

What do you think, boss?

Was it the affair, or had Abbott
found out about the hoard?

What worries me is about what
you said about Abbott's truck.

About the route being odd,

Abbott beeping.

It was on CCTV.

It's not crystal, but
you can see Abbott's hat.

It's pretty distinctive,

and you can see
Tim waving at him.

Exactly, but that's not
the actions of somebody

who's about to commit
a murder, is it?

Maybe we're looking
at this wrong.

Maybe it's... Maybe it's
two separate crimes.

What, so Tim stole the hoard,
but someone else killed Abbott?

When was the last confirmed
public sighting of Abbott?

That dinner with Justine Faye.

-The Henry I memorial.
-Mm-hmm.

Of course.

That explains the eels.

I can't believe I didn't see it.
-You what?

There's only one
contemporary account

of Henry I's death.

There.

Henry I died on 1st of December

after consuming a
surfeit of lampreys.

-What's that?
-Eels.

All the people, all
the university guests,

would have been eating eels.

Not my idea of a
fun Saturday night.

But the meal was on Saturday.

If Abbott's stomach
still contained eels,

it means he died on
Saturday night, not Monday.

So, when Tim saw Abbott's
truck driving past...

Abbott was already dead.

But Freya said she saw Abbott
at a tutorial on the third.

Boss.
-Freya.

Let's go.

Get after them!

Shit. She's got the baby.

Freya.

Freya, I just...

I just want to talk to you.

This has all been about
Demona, hasn't it?

Let's just get her safe

before we talk
about anything else.

Alright?

My colleague, DC Malik...

is just going to get a little
bit closer to you, okay?

It's okay.

Let me help you. Okay?
-She's mine.

I know, and nothing's gonna
happen to her, I promise.

I'm just gonna take her now.

She's okay.

-Okay.
-Okay. Okay. I'm sorry.

It's okay. You're
okay. It's okay.

Alright, alright, alright.

This is where you brought
Abbott's car, isn't it?

I never meant to kill him.

I just wanted him to
stop harassing me.

The note on the dashboard...

that was a love poem
to you, from him.

I liked his oddness at first.

And he was a genius.

He was so obsessive.

So needy.

Pathetic.

I ended it, but he
wouldn't accept it.

He kept sending these poems.

Poem after poem
after stupid poem.

Did he know you were pregnant?

A dig baby.

I told him.

I thought it would
make him see sense.

But then he just said
that the baby was his

and that he would
take her away, like...

like something he'd found
in one of his excavations.

I told him the baby
was Tim's... is Tim's.

He wouldn't accept it.

You're lying!

He was so... angry.

You'll never get away with it!

Demented.

I'll tell him everything!

And I knew I'd
never be rid of him.

I lost it.

I totally lost it.

I snapped.

How did you get him
into the barrow?

I don't know.

It was...

It's a blur.

You needed to cover your tracks.

So, you took Abbott's
truck through the campus.

We wondered why Abbott had
sounded his horn to Tim.

It was because you wanted to
make sure he noticed, right?

Well, it worked.

We thought Abbott had
died on that Monday,

but he died a couple of
days earlier, hadn't he?

I need to get you up now.

Hey, Freya.

I'm gonna get you
in the car, okay?

It's gonna be alright.

Thanks for helping
me get Nemo here.

So, what's your big idea?

Everything points to this being
the remains of Ivar Ragnarsson.

Yeah. Items found
alongside the body

indicate Viking origin,

with a time period of
around ninth century CE.

Plus the markings on
the body are consistent

with antler injuries.

Sure,

but something caught my eye.

Oh.

Here.

After Ragnarsson's
hunting accident,

his right hand-man
and brother, Bjorn...

-Ironside.
-Yes.

...married Ragnarsson's widow

and became his successor.

In keeping with tradition.

So, if this is Ivarr Ragnarsson,

there is a crucial
detail that we've missed.

If you look in the rib cage,

there is an entirely
straight line

that must have been
caused by a blade.

What do you mean, a knife?

Exactly.

It's right next to his heart.

Which implies that if Ragnarsson
didn't die from his injuries,

he was stabbed.

In which case,

there's only one person
that could have done it.

Bjorn Ironside.

So, what about the
other injuries, then?

Well, I think
there's a cover-up,

like Freya driving
through the campus.

So, there's two murder victims
buried in the same barrow?

There's one other thing.

That... That knife.
-Yeah.

By its inscription, we
think it's Ragnarsson's own

hunting knife.
-Look.

It's a perfect match.

Bjorn Ironside
stabbed Ragnarsson

with his own hunting knife.

That's amazing.

Well, I think you just solved
a thousand-year-old murder.

So, you agree with my theory?

Well, it's going to
take a lot of research.

But yeah, I mean,

I think we've got some fairly
solid circumstantial evidence.

Well, we should have
a celebratory drink

next time you're in London.
-Yeah. Great.

Well, yeah, so,
um, give me a call

when you're next in town.

Yeah, will do.

-Alright, Cole?
-Oh, Mick.

Don't look now.

Someone's here to see you.

Right.

Son.

Lined one up for you.

Well, you know,
have a little drink.

For old times.

Sit down. Come on.

What do you want, Dad?

See my son, of
course. I missed you.

After 15 years of radio silence?

Yeah, I know, I
know. I'm sorry.

I had to make myself scarce

for reasons... I won't bore you.

And reasons that I'd
have to arrest you for.

You got me there, eh?

Best you don't know, hmm?

I didn't want to compromise you.

Very kind. Very thoughtful.

So, where have you been, then?

Last I heard was Budapest.

So, you do care?

No.

Your friends were very keen
to volunteer the information.

Not that any of them
are better acquainted

with the truth than you are.

All behind me now.

Too old for all
that. I'm tired.

Wanted to come home
and be with my family.

Oh, cut the crap, Ron.

If you're here, you're
up to something.

What is it?
-So suspicious, huh?

That's what being
a cop does to you.

Hmm?

I'm not up to anything.

It's you.

Just because I wasn't around

doesn't mean I'm
not proud of you.

And your mum would
be proud of you

if she was still here.

Don't suppose you, um, you
kept any of my paintings?

Got the one of Mum.

Good lad.

My best work.

And, uh, about Natasha
and little Ellie.

I mean, she must be
a teenager by now.

She's 20.

Tash upped and left for
Canada four years ago.

Broke off all contact.

Well, at least she wasn't
your real daughter.

-And that is enough.
-W-W-W-What did I say?

Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I
didn't mean anything by it.

Don't be so touchy.

Mick, what are you doing?

You walking out on me again?

-Seriously.
-Come on, Mick!

Mick!