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Oh! Cleaners!

What's the point of cleaners if they clean
up the place so well you can't ruddy...

Ah...

Which is not a swearword.
It's a type of duck.

Yes! Got it! Got it!

No, that's petty cash.

- Oh, bugger!
- That's a quid.

- Shit!
- Two quid.

- What are you doing?
- Cleaning up.

Tidying up.

Getting up.

This has just been upgraded as
urgent, at the Commissioner's request.

- I'm off to see him now.
- Give him my regards.

Yes! I got it, I got it!

No, no, no, that's not
fair. We'd stopped looking.

No, no, I find the
swear-box, I get to choose.

- I put most of the bloody money in.
- Any advance on three quid?

Oh, piss off.

Sold! To the foul-mouthed
cockney in the cheap suit.

Go on, dig deep, brother.

♪ It's all right, it's okay

♪ Doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey

♪ It's all right,
I say, it's okay

♪ Listen to what I say

♪ It's all right, doing fine

♪ Doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine

♪ It's all right,
I say, it's okay

♪ We're getting to
the end of the day ♪

1 35 and four, £1 39.

Eight quid. Eight.

- That's because of your bleeding water.
- Uh...

140! And 50 pence.
Should be enough.

- That'll get us a decent Chinese or a Thai.
- Indian.

Why don't we go somewhere really
nice? Locanda Locatelli or Gordon Ramsay.

The River Café!

- Well, we could if you'd all put 80 quid in like me.
- Okay, okay.

Shivani Das, 1997, Southall.

She was attacked on a
canal towpath and left for dead.

- How old was she?
- 21.

No sign of sexual assault and the
only thing taken was her wedding ring.

She's been on a life support machine ever since,
and her husband Milan was in India at the time.

And why is this case
urgent all of a sudden?

Well, originally it was linked with
four other cases around the same time.

But the guy they
pinned those assaults on,

Gary Palmer, who's since been
released early for good behaviour,

has now put his hands up to all
the other attacks, but not this one.

- And we believe him?
- He's now a born-again Christian.

- Jesus.
- He was the first, I think you'll find.

Now, is this really about Palmer or is this
just so that we appear to be seen to be PC?

Well, you try saying
it when you're pissed.

You all right?

Hospitals. Just jail
with more drugs.

Hey...

Thank you.

Milan Das?

I'm Superintendent Pullman.
This is my colleague, Brian Lane.

- Hello.
- Thank you for agreeing to speak to us

and for letting
us see your wife.

Is this it?

First you tell me you've jailed the
wrong man and now you're saying

the Met have decided not to appoint a
single Asian officer to the investigation?

You can't be serious.

- I'd like you to go, please.
- Mr Das, I'm so sorry, please, for...

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Don't even think of it.

Gary Palmer?

- Hi.
- I'm Jack Halford, this is Gerry Standing.

Oh, please sit down.

Shouldn't that be "take a pew"?

If you like. Would you like
a tea or coffee or anything?

Not unless you can
turn water into wine.

So, Gary.

You've seen the light.

I hope so.

- And what are you going to do with your new self?
- I want to train for the ministry. As a vicar.

- You're not serious?
- They are.

I start in September.

The Imitation of Christ?

- "Man proposes but God disposes", eh?
- You know it.

What I'd like to know is
who you tried to dispose of?

- Shivani Das?
- No.

April, 1997, I attacked
Jaswinder Singh.

May, Quasim Quadar and Florian Radu,
a Rumanian gypsy but he looked Asian.

July, I attacked Niva Siddiqui,

beat her to the ground, kicked her
unconscious, then pushed her off a bridge.

If I'd attacked Shivani Das, I wouldn't
have just left her there, by a canal.

I would have thrown her in.

Is that it?

- Is that your alibi?
- I don't have an alibi.

I don't seek to excuse
the person I was.

I'm ashamed of the
crimes I've committed.

It's only luck I
didn't kill someone.

And I've asked forgiveness, in
person, of all the people I attacked.

But I cannot ask forgiveness
for something I didn't do.

Sorry to sound like doubting Thomas,
but how are you going to prove it?

Well, I can't.

But since coming to God I...

I can't afford to fall
from grace again, either.

Hey, you want to find who's
responsible for this appalling crime.

I can only pray to
God that you do.

- He's praying for us.
- It's true.

I couldn't believe it myself but it's
kosher... Well, in a Christian sort of a way.

Gentlemen, Sandra.

This is Sergeant Pushkar Guha.

I've arranged for him to be seconded
to UCOS as a community liaison officer

for the duration of
the investigation.

Sergeant Guha is up to speed on
the background of the case so I'll, erm,

I'll leave you to
get acquainted.

Welcome aboard. Jack Halford.

I'm sorry about the lack of communication,
vis-à-vis Mr Das. It won't happen again.

- Pushkar?
- Yeah. It's Hindi for Skoda.

Very good.

- So, how can I help?
- Well, you can change out of that, for a start.

What do you know
about tropical fruit?

Mr Das. This is Sergeant Pushkar
Guha. And this is Jack Halford.

How do you do?

Vikram and Mughda, my brother
and sister. It's a family business.

Whereas the restaurant is purely mine.
These two cannot boil an egg, bless them!

- Aren't you cold like that?
- My sister is never cold.

- You both knew Shivani, obviously.
- Vikram was part responsible for my marrying her.

He made sure she was a suitable bride
while I was out of the country on business.

It was arranged, you understand?

- Shivani was from India, then?
- No, Neasden.

Our families had ties
in Pune in the past,

but Shivani was very much,
you know, second generation.

You were married for only a year. How
long had you known Shivani before that?

I'd met her only a couple of times
before the day of the wedding.

What I don't understand is why you seem to
have accepted what this Palmer boy has said,

- that he was not responsible.
- We haven't ruled him out.

It's just that as an essentially unsolved
case, we have to re-examine everything.

I see.

- You've spoken to him?
- Yes.

He was, uh, very different.

My wife is kept
alive by machines.

The doctors say there's no chance of recovery
and I've long stopped hoping for a miracle.

Perhaps this is what
I've been waiting for.

For the truth.

We'll do our best.

Is this the right room?

- Hi. I'm Dipti, Shivani's sister.
- Brian Lane, UCOS. And this is Gerry Standing.

- Hello.
- Mama?

Has something happened?

What? Oh, no. It's Shivani's
birthday. We do this every year.

Milan's family don't really approve, so we
sneak in and do it when they're not here.

Anita, my baby
sister. And my mother.

- Jayashri Sharma.
- How do you do?

Nice to meet you. So
this is a birthday party?

If my son-in-law insists on
keeping her alive, then why not?

- And you don't think he should?
- Of course not, it's ridiculous.

Mama.

If it was up to me, I would have
switched it off a long time ago.

But he is her husband and he can
afford to keep her as you see her.

Pays a small fortune, even
gets her fresh flowers every day.

- My husband, Richard Mayo.
- Rick.

- Hiya.
- How do you do?

- You're reopening the case?
- Well, no, it was never closed.

- And all these people knew Shivani?
- We were all at school together.

And Shivani was...

Well, everybody just loved her.

That's not Shivani.

You asked to see some
pictures of what she was like?

This is Shivani.

Thanks.

Hell of a bash.

- Stunning-looking woman.
- Fabulous.

- But they seem different, the two families.
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, the Dases seem a
bit more reserved, don't they?

I meant looks.

Sister-in-law's got a
face like a box of frogs.

Nice.

- Okay, Brian.
- Right.

Southall.

The assault on Shivani.

Now, these overlays highlight

A, other suspected race
attacks at the time of the incident,

B, all other murders in the
area from 1996 onwards,

C, other serious crimes,

and D, missing persons.

Four murders, all solved.

And all other serious crimes are
clustered well away from Shivani's attack.

Pushkar.

Now, the race attacks are all
confined to the Yatesmead Estate,

at least two miles from Shivani's
assault. Plus the methodology is different.

Palmer attacked his victims
using his fists and at night.

Forensics show that Shivani was
struck with a large, blunt object,

such as a rock or a
stone, and at midday.

Why missing persons?

I just wanted to see if anyone of a
similar age had disappeared locally.

- Three?
- One an Indian woman in her 40s,

later found and
reunited with her family.

Asian lad of 18, who local police think
ran away to escape an arranged marriage

- with a woman from Derby.
- Derby? I'm not surprised.

- Now this is the strange one.
- Sorry, is that you saying "strange"?

A white man, Pat Gannon, 38.

- Never been seen since.
- Not even the same age, race or sex.

No, but he is a
private detective.

And he went missing less
than a week after the attack.

Now, his partner at the agency is still
around, still at the same address in Southall.

One Roger McHugh.

As in ex-Detective
Constable Roger McHugh.

Not dodgy Roger McHugh?

Sorry, was that
you saying "dodgy"?

- You know him?
- Only by a lack of reputation.

Well, you'd be
the expert in that.

- I know him.
- Really?

- Oh. Do you want to...
- No, no, we've a history. Very brief, don't worry.

No, you go and
enjoy the experience.

Okay, and we'll concentrate
on nearest and dearest.

And Pushkar, you really
don't need to wear that.

Mr McHugh?

It's Resolve. Hangover.

- You police?
- UCOS.

We left a message on
your answering machine.

Yeah, well, you know, I was working
till three. Tailing a woman, West End bar.

Bar after bar after bar.

- Drinking? Why didn't you have water?
- 'Cause it's on expenses.

Pat Gannon.

Blimey.

Well, there is a blast
from the past, eh?

August the 7th, 1997.

Yeah, turned up, has he?

- Do you expect him to?
- No, he owes me money.

When he went missing you didn't
report it for three days. Why not?

He was my partner, we
weren't bleeding married.

To be quite honest, first I ever noticed it
was when he started missing appointments.

Why didn't you try and find him?

- I mean, that's your job, isn't it?
- Yeah, but I get paid for that.

- He was your partner, he owed you money.
- Not enough.

- Anything you don't do for money?
- Yeah.

But you two couldn't afford it.

What was he working
on when he went missing?

No idea.

Do you recognise her?

No.

Wouldn't mind giving
her one, though.

How many of your clients
are Asian, do you reckon?

What is this, The Weakest Link?
How the bloody hell would I know?

Try. Think about it.
Half? More than half?

I'm a private detective.

- This is not the Commission for Racial Equality.
- Not much of one.

Not much of a cop,
either, by all accounts.

Hand in the till, wasn't it?

UCOS, eh?

You're not real coppers,
either, are you, really? Eh?

No, you're just
hobby-bobbies, ain't you?

What, your wives fed up of you
getting under their feet, are they?

Wrong answer.

Come on. Come on.

Halford, UCOS.

Shivani Sharma.

Go on.

She thought... She was
sure she was being followed.

I see. Now, can you tell me...

You were called today at 10:03.
The caller withheld their number.

That was some woman saying that Shivani
Sharma thought she was being followed.

Number withheld.

Could be a hoax.

But if it's not a hoax, and she
was being followed by the killer?

In which case, what's Pat
Gannon got to do with it?

Who's to say they're not one and
the same? Killer and private eye?

- Private eye.
- Hobby-bobbies.

- I'll give him bloody hobby-bobby.
- He should talk, private detective.

- Have one of your pills, Brian, one of your pills.
- I think I'll join you.

- Are they new?
- Beta blockers.

Any good?

Cheers.

Don't go there.

There you go.

- Good evening.
- Evening.

Thank you so much for
coming. How's it all going?

- Fine. Coming along.
- Excellent.

Let me show you to your table.

- Thank you.
- Cheers.

I want to thank you for
what you are doing for Milan.

Hopefully, when you're finished,
he will finally be able to move on

and put all of this behind him.

- Are you married?
- No.

It's hard, moving on.

- Have you ordered?
- Not yet, no.

- "Are you married?"
- Perfectly legitimate question.

Listen, nice whistle, that. You
gonna recommend something for us?

- No, no, can I order? For everyone, I mean?
- But...

I'll just get a selection and
we can all have a bit of each.

- Is that all right?
- Fine by me.

- More of an egg and chips man myself.
- I did find the swear-box.

- Yeah, all right.
- Yeah, go on, then.

Hello. Uh, could we have two Samundri
Raja, Lapeta Pyaz, Chowki Tikki,

Bhindi Karari and Special
Chaat of the day to start,

and then Jhinga Zaffrani, Dil Murgh,
Subzi-de-Bahar, Chana Pindi Masala,

Bombay Aloo, Kadai Tittar...

- Tittar?
- Partridges.

Chicken Chettinad, Malabari Fish
Curry and Murgh Haryali Kebab.

Thank you.

- You like your food.
- Yeah.

- She knows bugger-all about food!
- Bugger all about your food.

- Did you find out anything about McHugh?
- My mate Cass knew him when he was at Ealing.

He said shortly after
he set up in Southall,

he was hospitalised by a
huge horrible Asian bookmaker.

Yeah, he caught him tailing him 'cause
his wife thought he was playing away.

My brother.

- Who?
- The bookmaker?

Told you we had a history.

Anyway, Cass said he was
always crap at surveillance.

What's McHugh doing in
Southall, anyway? I mean,

aren't Asians going to want
Asians to do their dirty work?

You don't get many Indian PIs.
It's a bit Dalits. "Untouchable."

Of course, it doesn't
stop them using them.

I wonder if Milan
is a jealous type?

- Maybe he killed her.
- He was in Bombay.

- Mumbai.
- There as well?

Hired someone?

Pushkar, what do you
think? Like an honour killing.

Well, 90% of murders
happen in the family, don't they?

Yeah. I mean, maybe he
just had his sister look at her.

Everyone says Shivani loved
her old man, and vice versa.

Why do you keep going
on about Mughda's looks?

Because I got a sister-in-law just like her.
Never out of the house and frightens the kids.

It's not her face, it's
her whole manner.

She's not married and I know
why. Nosy and interfering.

You know the sort I mean?

'Course, doesn't help that she's
got a face like a bashed crab.

- Do you want that?
- No, I'm stuffed.

Great. Cheers.

Well, that's great,
but I've had it.

Too much for me.

- Never eaten so much in me life.
- Here you go.

- Thank you.
- Lovely, but...

Fantastic.

Good morning.

My sister tells me you were
at the restaurant last night.

Yeah, it was
absolutely fabulous.

- Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?
- Not at all.

How much time did you spend away
from home after you were married?

Maybe six months.

Did Shivani ever express a fear
that she might be being followed?

- No.
- You sure?

Absolutely.

Sorry.

So you don't know of any reason
why she might have been followed by

- a private investigator, say?
- Of course not.

- Eye of a needle, mate.
- Sorry. Would you excuse me?

- A private detective?
- Yes.

Why are you asking this?

Just trying to find out whether
she was being watched by someone.

She means you, Milan.

Me? Why?

What is the suspicion you are
talking about? That I had her watched?

That I harmed her? I loved Shivani.
She was everything to me. Is everything.

We're not accusing,
Milan, we're just asking.

I think you better go.

All right.

Oh, my guts.

I feel like Edward II.

What?

Edward II. He died having a
red-hot poker shoved up his...

Oh, my God!

Oh, Gerry! Oh!

Hey, hey, Gerry, look.

There he is. He's on a job.

Yeah, Cass was right. He is
useless at tailing people. Come on.

Roger!

Roger McHugh,
private investigator!

- Doing a bit of work, Rog?
- Eh, what's all this, then, surveillance?

- Who are you following?
- Bugger off!

Ah, you're lucky there, see, 'cause
ordinarily that would've cost you a quid.

Look at that, he's got a little
microphone and everything.

Oh, what is it then, jealous husband?
How much do you get for that?

You two are
interfering with my work.

Well spotted, Rog.

And we're going to interfere a lot
more unless you start being nice to us.

Oh! Is that you?

Southall CID tell me that your Private Operators
Licence comes up for renewal in four weeks' time.

And I told them I was very
worried it wouldn't go through.

Yeah? And you're full of...

Curry, actually.

I don't like you, McHugh.

Your place or mine?

Yeah, all right.
Follow me, follow me.

Usually, the Asian community, and in
Southall that means Hindus and Sikhs,

a lot of the work is following
husbands, wives and girlfriends.

So as the other half can check
up whether they've been at it or not.

And then of course,
there's tracking them down.

Runaway sons, daughters,
nieces, and bringing them back.

Usually so they can

bloody well marry who they're
supposed to bloody marry, innit?

- Even if they don't want to?
- Yeah, well, of course they don't want to.

- Wouldn't do a runner if they did.
- Doesn't it bother you?

I mean, you might be
putting these people at risk.

Yeah?

The day I worry about what I do,
my kids' school fees tell me not to.

No doubt Pat
Gannon was the same.

Yeah, well at least I've got a conscience.
He'd have eaten money if he could.

- Got in the way of his work.
- Money?

Yeah, he was sloppy 'cause of it. Truth be
told, I was really glad when he went AWOL.

Stopped me having
to clean up his messes.

And you've no idea what he
was doing when he vanished?

No, I've already told you.

You must've talked
through stuff, shared details?

What about files,
records of cases?

His were rubbish, that's what
I meant when I said sloppy.

What did you do with
them? Gannon's files?

I don't know, I threw them
away. Took up too much space.

You're not being
very helpful, Roger.

So I'm going to give you 24 hours
to remember something interesting.

And if you don't,

the only private work you'll
be doing is with your dentist.

That's not fair.

No.

That's 'cause we're
not coppers, remember?

Thank you very much for this.
Shivani was clearly full of life.

Mmm-hmm.

- We've made a copy, do you mind?
- No, not at all.

Mrs Sharma, did Shivani ever mention
that she thought someone was following her?

- No.
- Did she share everything with you?

I mean, if it was true, would
Shivani definitely have told you?

Always.

But perhaps after her marriage,
well, she did have a husband to talk to.

What about you, Anita?

- Did she say anything to you?
- No, I was 14. Just her baby sister.

- What about Dipti, or her friends?
- Well, you'd have to ask them.

In and out of school, we
all went around together.

Then when we left, we all still
kept in touch, even through college.

I thought Shivani
would do a degree.

She didn't seem the sort to
end up in an arranged marriage.

Shows you how much I know.

But she was happy, and
she'd tell you that all the time.

So...

When she got married,
she did change a bit.

I don't think she realised Milan
would be away so much of the time.

It was a big house, on her own a lot.
Well, except for the in-laws coming round.

But she made it into
a home, you know?

And when you saw them
together, her and Milan,

you felt they were really happy.

I don't know, does
that make any sense?

At the time leading up to when she was
attacked, Shivani did seem a bit down.

Milan was away and she was always
a bit miserable when he wasn't there.

She didn't like
being on her own,

but I don't remember her ever saying
that there was anything specific wrong.

The thing about Shivani was
she was so popular with everyone.

She was very...

She was special.

They just said she was feeling a bit low.
Nobody said anything about any kind of stalker.

What about this woman who claims
that Shivani was being followed?

- Did she ever phone back?
- No.

- Hoax?
- I don't think so.

I mean, we've only just started the investigation
and only people close to Shivani know about it.

And the caller used Shivani's
maiden name, Sharma.

- But why wait until now? It's been eight years.
- Scared.

I mean, this crime was originally
thought to be racist, remember?

Yeah, and after a few years
people feel they can own up to things

- that they didn't mention at the time.
- Maybe.

Okay. What about Pat Gannon?

The only way he could have
been the person following Shivani,

unless he was a nutter,

was if he'd been
hired by somebody.

Somebody...

Somebody who suspected
Shivani of something.

Who in turn could only be Milan,
his family, her family, or her friends.

- Friends don't hire private detectives.
- No, but family do.

And if the Dases did and found out
that Shivani had been a naughty girl...

- Bad karma?
- Dishonourable?

No, please.

- Don't say honour killing. Not again.
- Are you saying they don't happen?

Oh, yeah. Streets of
Southall are littered with them.

No.

Honour killings tend to be
very particular, very specific.

You cut her throat, you stab her,
you shoot her, you strangle her.

You bury her, wall her up, set fire
to her, drown her, dismember her.

Stick her in an acid bath, even.

But you don't beat her over the head with a brick
and leave her, still breathing, on a canal towpath.

Oh, right.

- What are you doing?
- I'd not seen your wife till now.

And now I understand why
you're so loath to let her go.

It is selfish, I know.

But I can't...

- Can you understand that?
- Yes.

Yes, I can.

Perhaps if I knew
what really happened

I'd be able to let her rest.

Yes, I think you might.

Find him. Or her.

Find them.

She might have been followed,
it probably wasn't a race attack,

the call may have been genuine.

I've a meeting with the Commissioner
tomorrow at 3:00. Do you want to come?

Because I don't
want to tell him this.

There's no new forensic evidence.
There doesn't seem to be any motive...

No, no, no, there was a
motive, you just haven't found it.

People know we're re-examining this case.
The family know, the Asian community know.

We've already fouled up once by
pinning the crime on the wrong person.

This time we solve it and we
get it right, do you understand?

Morning, gorgeous.
You going my way?

Morning, guv. So,
you've met Mr McHugh.

- Yeah, he just introduced himself.
- Look, I'm sorry, I didn't...

Look...

I've been thinking about,

you know, anything that might have happened
around the time that Pat disappeared.

Been through all me files,
been racking me brain...

Did it hurt?

And...

- Morning. I'm Roger McHugh.
- Of course you are.

Thing is, there was one thing.

And it might have been
the last thing that Pat said.

I think it had something to do with the
case he was working on as well. He said, um,

"With any luck, I'm
going to make a killing."

- Kill someone?
- Oh, God.

No, no, make a
killing. Oh, dear me.

Yeah, remember I said
he was ga-ga about dosh?

The point is, in our job, you
know, you can make a living,

but you've got to keep yourself busy. It ain't
gonna buy yourself a villa in Nice, is it?

And?

- Yeah, well, that's it.
- That's it?

That's all you've come up
with since we last saw you?

- Oh, come on. Give us a break.
- Which leg?

Goodbye, Mr McHugh. Don't leave your
office, we might want to talk to you again.

Although I hope not.

- Oh, hold up, I know her.
- Who?

Mughda, Mughda Das.

You would do. She runs
a restaurant in Southall.

No, no, no, I hate curry.

No.

- I know her, 'cause she came into my office.
- When?

- Eight years ago.
- You can remember a face after eight years?

Look at it. You would,
wouldn't you? Eh?

No, no, no. Faces on people that come
into my office I never forget. It pays.

- She was a client?
- No.

No, not mine. That's my point.
She came to see Pat Gannon.

I'm afraid we're not
open for business yet.

I wish we were here to eat, but
we've actually come to talk to you.

We want to go over a few things.

What? What sort of things?

- Well...
- Oh, nothing really.

Would it be all right to talk at
our office? We do good coffee.

- We're rather busy.
- It shouldn't take long.

We just want to try and clear up some
of the details of who saw Shivani last.

It would really help us.

Wants him to save her lunch.

Do you want to come? Be
useful if you were there, too.

Why don't you two look
after Vikram? Have a chat?

Somewhere quiet
and contemplative.

By water?

Mughda. I can call
you Mughda? Good.

Okay. Do you
remember the exact date

on which you hired a private
detective to follow your sister-in-law?

Who said this?

- It's rubbish.
- We have an eyewitness.

- Pat Gannon, remember? The Triple A Agency?
- They're first in Yellow Pages.

When did you hire him?

She admits hiring a PI, but only to spy on a
rival restaurant owner who was stealing recipes.

Mughda, your English is fine, so listen
very carefully to what I have to say.

You're lying and we know it.

You hired Pat Gannon, who has since disappeared,
to follow your sister-in-law, who's now dead.

Explain.

Okay, what about Gannon?

I have no idea.

- Oh, I think you do.
- Then prove it.

Okay. We'll ask Vikram.

Go ahead. He doesn't
know anything, either.

Do you like canals,
Vikram? I do.

- Why have you brought me here?
- Thought you'd be interested.

- This is where Shivani got attacked.
- Right there, where you are.

- It must have happened so quick.
- One minute, she's walking along the towpath.

Next minute, someone
comes up right behind her.

- Or maybe even in front.
- Maybe even someone she knew.

- Then...
- Whack!

Yeah, scary, isn't it?

Are you scared of your sister?
God knows she frightens me.

Did she ever tell you about
hiring a private investigator?

- No.
- Pat Gannon, his name was.

And the funny thing is he disappeared a
week after your sister-in-law got clobbered.

Stop. Stop, you can't
do this. I want a solicitor.

- You're not under arrest, mate.
- I'm not talking to you without a solicitor.

- Tell us about Mughda. Is she a bit of a...
- A solicitor. I want a solicitor!

Okay, okay.

Keep your hair on.

- He knows something.
- Yeah.

He knows he wants a lawyer, thanks
to you. All you've done is terrify him.

Go on, he's more scared
of his sister than he is of us.

I find that hard to believe.

- She is a monster.
- Sister-in-law.

Okay, I'm biased.

Well, she won't be intimidated.
We'll have to be cuter than that.

You're joking, aren't you? She's
taking the piss. We should nail the bitch!

Well, there's no point in
holding them now. Let them go,

- 'cause we're not going to break them.
- Okay.

After we give Vikram
what he wants.

- Thanks, Pushkar.
- Ma'am.

Okay, Vikram. We do want to
ask you a few more questions.

But given what you've said, quite rightly,
we've got you in the Duty Solicitor.

Terry Cassidy.

Don't worry, Mr Das,
you won't be here long.

Five minutes and then
my client is out of here.

Then it's your turn to
answer some questions.

So, let's start
where we left off.

- Pat Gannon...
- You don't need to answer that question.

- I haven't asked it yet.
- Okay, go on.

- We want to know whether Mr Das...
- No, I was right.

He's not answering
that question.

We're investigating a vicious
assault on a young woman.

And I'm looking after
the interests of my client.

She's on a life-support machine.
Technically this is murder.

First it was a Mr Gannon, now it's a
young woman. Make your mind up.

Clock's ticking.

- Okay, the Triple A Agency.
- No.

- Vikram, did you and your sister employ...
- No comment.

- Eight years ago, did your sister...
- I refuse to answer any more of your questions.

That's it! Enough's enough!

You and your sister employed Gannon, something
happened and you made him disappear...

- Mr Standing...
- You shut your mouth!

- Now you really are in serious trouble.
- Trouble?

No, he's the one who's in trouble. And
I'm going to sort him out once and for all.

Before it was harassment,
now it's threatening behaviour.

Threatening behaviour? I'll show
you bloody threatening behaviour, son!

What was that?

Oh, my God!

You don't want to answer
questions, is that right, eh?

- Gerry, Gerry, no.
- No, I don't care any more!

I don't care about him, I don't
care about the job, any of this crap!

- Gerry, please...
- I've had it up to here

with smart-arsed lawyers
and solicitors, but most of all,

I've had it with lying
bastards like you!

- No! No!
- Don't do this.

Please! It wasn't my fault!

I didn't mean to kill him, it was an accident!
It wasn't me, it was Mughda! It was her idea!

Please.

- Get him out of here!
- All right, all right. Come on you, come on. Out!

- Wait.
- Come on, this way! Move it!

Nice one, Cass.

What a bastard, eh?

Here, I'd have shot me an' all.

- It's all right, it's not real.
- Starter pistol.

- Are you out of your fu...
- You'll never guess where Pat Gannon is?

Pound!

The old
shoot-the-solicitor trick.

I haven't seen
that one in years.

VIP.

- OTT.
- BBC.

Outside.

He'll be on the telly later,
trying to make it look good.

She says it's not
what you think.

Milan, when was
the cold store built?

It was constructed around the
time that Shivani was attacked.

- Did you oversee it being built?
- No, I was away.

- My brother was in charge.
- Sir!

It's as if he died yesterday. Concrete
must have kept him perfectly preserved.

It's ironic.

Fresh corpse, fresh evidence.

Ma'am, Mughda admits that she and
Vikram killed him but it was an accident.

She said they had nothing to do with
the attack on Shivani. She's adamant.

Of course, she might just be lying
because she's afraid of her brother.

- Let me speak to her.
- No, I'm sorry. I can't let you do that.

If I ask her for the truth she will tell
me. She will not lie to me, I promise you.

She's been lying to you
for the last eight years.

Not this time.

Superintendent, it's the death of my wife,
not this man which you are trying to solve.

Okay.

Neither she nor Vikram knows
who attacked Shivani. It wasn't them.

He made her swear upon the
memory of their mother and father.

She didn't want
to but he made her.

She cannot break this vow.

If she does, there's no hope for
her. She'll be damned eternally.

Funny how she can't speak
English all of a sudden, innit?

- They do that all the time, it gets right...
- Yeah, okay, okay, you've made your point.

What point's that? I'm racist?

- Could you take that...
- No, hold on, hold on.

Look, supposing I go
to a pub in North Wales,

and they all start talking
Welsh so I can't understand it

and I get the
hump, is that racist?

- No.
- No!

Let me tell you something. Where I was
born, where I grew up, there were no Blacks,

no Asians, no Chinese, nothing.

So the first time I
came across them,

they weren't exotic,
they weren't colourful,

they were just
bloody frightening!

Now, that is racist.

And it took me a long
time to learn any better.

A long time to learn that the
only way to stop being one,

to deal with it, is to admit it.

She lied. She got caught
and she's going to prison.

That's not racist, that's life.

That's right.

I suspected that Shivani
was unfaithful to my brother.

Why?

When Milan was away on business I would call
round his house and Shivani was never there.

My fears were confirmed
when I received a note.

For the record, I'm now showing Mughda
Das a copy of a handwritten piece of paper

retrieved from the
body of Pat Gannon.

- Is this the note?
- Yes.

Read it, please.

It says, "Shivani
Sharma is a whore. True."

Did you tell anyone about this?

Yes, I told Vikram
about the note.

He agreed that we should hire
Mr Gannon to follow Shivani.

He did. He told us that she often
left the house when Milan was away

and that she met many
people, women and men, alone.

A week after he first followed
her, Shivani was attacked.

Did you or your brother Vikram attack or
engage someone else to attack Shivani Sharma?

- No! Never.
- Carry on.

Mr Gannon came to see me.

He said that he had heard
about the attack on Shivani.

And that he was now going to go to
the police and tell them that it was me

that hired him to follow her.

And it was after he told me
that she saw other people

that Shivani was killed.

- Inferring that it was you who killed her?
- Yes.

- Unless, of course, I gave him money.
- So he blackmailed you.

Yes.

But I was afraid. Very scared.

So I paid him some money but
then he wanted more, a huge amount.

So I told Vikram
what was happening.

Milan was also back now and I said
that if he found out about Mr Gannon,

- he would also think that we killed Shivani.
- So what did Vikram say?

He said that we should see Mr
Gannon. Make him scared of us.

What did you do?

We arranged to meet him where
the cold store was being built.

It was night.

We argued with Mr Gannon.

He laughed at us, he laughed at
Vikram. But Vikram is very strong.

He grabbed Mr Gannon by the
throat, just to frighten him, that was all.

But he struggled and Vikram...

Vikram strangled him.

What did you do with the body?

We dug a hole, we put Mr
Gannon in and then earth on top.

Vikram made sure that it was covered
with concrete the next morning but...

I tell you, I swear to you,
we did not kill Shivani!

Your brother believes you. How
do I know you're telling the truth?

Because I wanted to kill her.

- You wanted to kill her?
- Yes.

- But someone got there first.
- Why?

- Why did you want her dead?
- Because she betrayed my brother.

She dishonoured our
family. She deserved to die.

Kathy Bates, you know,
how she was in Misery.

- Very good.
- Cruella De Vil?

- Yeah, but the cartoon, not the real-life one.
- Oh, no. That was Glenn Close.

Cruella De Das.

Simple question,
do we believe her?

Funny way of denying she killed Shivani,
by saying she wanted her dead any road.

Yeah, and you know what I think.
Jealous, manipulative and lying.

- And they're just her good points.
- Well, I'm biased, remember?

- Yes.
- Yeah, sister-in-law.

Then again, Vikram,
without speaking to his sister,

tells exactly the same story.

Well, if what they both say is true, then we're
no nearer to finding out who attacked Shivani.

- It's a bastard, innit?
- Pound.

- Okay, but no curry.
- What about the ring?

I mean, you wouldn't just
take a wedding ring, would you,

unless it had some
special significance?

Murderers often take things
from their victims as a sort of token.

The Stanmore Slasher. Used to
keep their toenails. The big one.

Look, take Mughda and
Vikram out of the picture.

Take Pat Gannon out, too. We're still
left with two things that need explaining.

One, who sent the anonymous note to Mughda?
Two, who made the anonymous phone call to me?

The phone call was right,
though. She was being followed.

What was that you were saying
about the passage of time?

About people being willing to come
forward who'd once been afraid?

Well, who would have been
scared then who wouldn't be now?

Scared? Scared? Who's most
scared of anything? A child!

What's happened, has she admitted it? Mum's
had the papers on the phone all morning.

No. Your sister-in-law says that she and Vikram
were only responsible for the death of Pat Gannon.

And you believe her?

Anita, we've come
to ask you a question.

Can you say, "Shivani Sharma, she thought...
She was sure she was being followed"?

I understand why you didn't
want me to know it was you

and I understand why you've
kept quiet all these years.

But now is the time to tell us
what you know, for Shivani's sake.

- I was so scared.
- I realise that.

At the time, everyone
was. If you were Asian...

When they arrested
Palmer, it was such a relief.

When I found out you didn't think he'd done it,
it was like I was back there again. 14. Terrified.

- You haven't told my mum?
- No.

Tell us about you and Shivani.

I was her baby sister, but
we were close, really close.

Then when she got married,
I didn't see her so much.

- The Dases...
- They're more serious?

Not Milan, he's
great. But the others?

They thought Shivani should
stay in all the time, be a good wife.

She couldn't see anyone, her in-laws were
always coming round, always watching her.

She reckoned they were so nosy, they even
checked her phone bill to see who she talked to.

In the end, she bought a mobile.

She put it in my name and had me
look after it so they wouldn't know.

When did she start to think
she was being followed?

Not long before
she was attacked.

- Was she seeing someone else?
- An affair?

No! She loved Milan. Just
couldn't stand his family.

Sorry. This phone, did she have it
with her the day she was attacked?

- No.
- So what happened to it?

Nothing. I've still got it.

Excuse me.

I don't know why you're doing this
anyway. You don't even have a mobile phone.

I understand the technology, I
simply choose not to own one.

There's widespread
evidence, you know.

That prolonged use of the cell
phone causes brain damage.

Are you sure you
haven't got one?

- Right, here goes.
- Ooh!

- He's only plugged it in, it's not rocket science.
- All right.

No, because that would be an amalgam of
astrophysics and aeronautical engineering.

Damn. It's not
charging. Hang on.

- There's no point, the battery's gone.
- It's too old.

We don't use that
expression round here.

It doesn't need a battery, just
needs electricity. The future is bright!

Last received call. 0831 402699.

- Five times.
- Find "last dialled calls".

- Same number.
- You have to add a seven after the nought.

At least this narrows
the field down a bit.

"I'm sorry, we are not able to
connect your call, please redial."

It doesn't exist.

Yeah, but it did. We just
have to find out whose it was.

Have you got that note,
the one on Gannon's body?

- Yeah.
- Right, you're with me.

You keep going, trying to find out
who owns that number. I won't be long.

Ah, Milan.

I think we're getting very close to
finding out who attacked your wife.

Pushkar would like a
word with you, do you mind?

Take Mr Das outside,
somewhere you can talk privately.

Right, okay. Let's
go get a coffee.

We've traced him!
Owner of the mobile.

- 19 Glovebury Road.
- Bloody hell!

Pound.

Mrs Mayo, do you mind if we
come in and ask a few questions?

- What about?
- What's happened, did Mughda confess?

- Sort of.
- I'll explain inside.

Thanks.

When did you last see your sister
Shivani? I mean, before she was attacked?

Me? Why?

We're just trying to piece
together a sequence of events.

Why are you asking Dipti?

What did Mughda say? Did
she say something about Dipti?

The day before she died.

They're here.

What are they doing?

Oh, I'm so sorry, I meant to
show you this. Mr Mayo, Mrs Mayo,

this is a warrant authorising me to
carry out a search of these premises.

Why? What for?

When did you last have contact
with your sister-in-law, Mr Mayo?

Dunno, um...

Two, maybe three days
before she was attacked?

Really? Now, that's weird...

Because you rang her on this
phone on that very day repeatedly.

And then she phoned you back less than an
hour before the estimated time of assault.

- Rick?
- No, that's wrong.

Well, according to Vodafone, you had a mobile
phone contract with them from 1994 to 1998,

with the number 0831 402699.

The same number that was
logged on Shivani's phone memory.

Well, Rick, did you?

- Did you?
- No, it's cobblers.

No, it's technology.

I'll check upstairs.

Okay, why don't we go into another
room? It's getting a bit crowded in here.

- How do you get into the attic?
- Why?

This is why.

Well, isn't this exciting?

Excuse me.

- Nothing out back.
- Rick, what have you done?

I understand you
got married in 1998?

- What?
- Whirlwind romance?

We've known each other years.

Yeah, but you only started
seeing each other when?

- None of your business.
- After Shivani died?

Don't tell me, it drew
you closer together.

Guvnor, these are all
addressed to Shivani Sharma,

telling her how much
the sender loves her

and that she doesn't love her
husband but really wants him instead,

and they're all signed "Rick".

And all returned in this.

This was sent anonymously
to Shivani's sister-in-law

by you.

Now, I'm no expert, but I'd say they
were all written by the same person.

- No. No, I don't believe it!
- Same?

- Is this your sister Shivani's handwriting?
- Yes.

Yours?

It's inscribed.

It says, "You are
my life, my wife."

Take her out, please.

So, what is it, you got a thing
about Indian women, have you?

Shivani turned you down, you killed her, and
then you settled for her sister. What a man.

- Shivani wasn't murdered.
- Come again?

There's a time limit on murder.

You have to die
within a year and a day.

- It's the law.
- That's true.

Or at least it was, until the Law Reform
Year And A Day Act, June the 17th, 1996,

which abolished it, largely due to
improvements in medical science.

It's weird, isn't it?

If you'd murdered Shivani just over a
year earlier, then it wouldn't have been.

Murder, I mean.

Hard luck.

She's on a life support machine.

- She's still alive.
- Where'd you get that idea from?

Back of a matchbox?

Shivani's only alive
through medical intervention.

As far as the law's
concerned, she's dead.

Hard luck.

Rick decided if he couldn't
have her, nobody would.

Thank you.

I don't know what else to say.

It's a different world now.

Right then, back to uniform.

- What you on about? You've hardly had yours off.
- What?

And ruin a perfectly good suit?

- Shame.
- Bloody shame.

- Pound!
- Pound!

Pound minimum!

The swear-box is gone.

What do you mean, gone? How?

It's a police station.
Some bugger nicked it.

♪ It's all right, it's okay

♪ Doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey

♪ It's all right,
I say, it's okay

♪ Listen to what I say

♪ It's all right, doing fine

♪ Doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine

♪ It's all right,
I say, it's okay

♪ We're getting
to the end of the day

♪ High tech, low
tech, take your pick

♪ 'Cause you can't teach
an old dog a brand new trick

♪ I don't care what anybody says

♪ At the end of the day ♪