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Good, very good.

You move well. But
more... More attitude!

More open.

More... Sex.

And don't fight me. In salsa,
the man is always the leader.

The woman is there to
follow his signals, his desires.

The man is always in
control. Just like in life.

You must cut off your brain.
Salsa doesn't come from here.

It comes from
here. From the heart.

If you don't take your hand
off my tit, I'll break your wrist!

♪ 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 ♪

- Oi! Oi! Where's the fire?
- The M25 abductor struck again.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah, late last night.

Little boy and another girl.

That pervert needs locking
up and the key throwing away.

Well, Operation Jenny are on it.

Yeah. Good.

What?

Fucking hell!

Oh!

Both 10-year-olds,
Alan and Daryl,

snatched from this lake just before
7 p.m. on August the 14th, 1979.

Their fishing tackle was
left lying on the bank.

One was in the bivvy
while the other was grabbed.

So neither got a proper
look at the abductor.

- In the what?
- Bivvy.

Like a tent.
Special fishing tent.

Is there really fish in here?

Carp, pike, roach,
rudd, perch, eels, tench...

- Can you eat them?
- It's not that kind of fishery.

It's a coarse fishery. You just
catch them and put them back.

Well, why would
you want to do that?

Pitting your wits against
the wiles of nature.

Proving man is the
superior species.

You sit for hours under a
flight path by a muddy pond

trying to catch fish
you can't even eat?

Not a pond. It's
a pit. A gravel pit.

After the abduction, it got
nicknamed the Pit of Doom.

They dug gravel out
of it all through the '60s.

Most of London's
pebbledash came from here.

When the gravel ran out, they
flooded it and stocked a few fish.

And you just found it?

No, I got an Ordnance Survey.

- The case.
- Well, it is on file.

It might be, but what
about Operation Jenny?

Is it just coincidence that that team
are upstairs looking at something similar

that happened 48 hours ago?

- Are they?
- You know they are.

Yes. And it is similar, Jack.

The MO. Ford Transit
Van. Pairs of young children.

They've been looking back at past
snatches, trying to establish some pattern.

I think this could be one
of their earlier attacks.

Operation Jenny is active.
You can't just go barging in...

Jenny cases are,
yes, but not this one.

They think it's
too old. Irrelevant.

So, it is a UCOS case,

or rather it will be our
case, you know, eventually.

Alan Hall and Daryl Hogarty were snatched
on the Friday and escaped on the Sunday.

Unharmed and unmolested.

Found walking around
woodland, 30 miles away.

They were local lads, it
could've been just a prank.

Long walk.

No, no, no.

Strickland has made it quite clear that
we were to stop cherry-picking cases.

We catch this guy, it'll be three bars
and a jackpot, never mind cherries.

Look, the MOs are almost
identical to the M25 abductions.

- They're over 20 years apart.
- So?

Look, Brian, in 1979
there was no M25.

- That's the opinion of Operation Jenny.
- Fair comment.

What, he didn't grab this pair 'cause he
was waiting for the motorway to be built?

Fair comment.

There are leads worth following.

The original Chief Investigating
Officer, Moz Mackintosh.

Oh! Mad Moz!

Moz might've been
loopy, but he was thorough.

He suspected it was a jolly. So he
gave the lads a hard time in questioning.

Rather them than me.

And he was convinced
they were telling the truth.

They were bundled into the back
of a van and kept there throughout.

- Hooded with sacks and tied up with rope.
- He came prepared.

Are you saying he never removed
them from this van? Not at all, not ever?

He parked it for two nights inside a
garage or a workshop somewhere,

and drove away first
thing in the morning.

He didn't speak to them, feed them, or
associate with them in any way whatsoever.

Ended up stopping
in a lay-by for a slash,

the lads forced open the
rear van doors and legged it.

Never looked back.

Have you ever heard of a 10-year-old
escaping after being abducted?

None of the poor little sods in
Operation Jenny, that's for sure.

They got lucky. He
took his eye off them.

Come on. This could be the man
Operation Jenny are looking for.

All right.

But if we even smell anything relevant
to Operation Jenny, we inform upstairs.

I'm not upsetting that mob, not
even for your extraordinary talents.

- Fair enough.
- All right.

Go on, then, find these two boys
and see what they have to say.

Well, he came prepared, 'cause the boys
were hooded with sacks and tied with rope,

but he never spoke to them, or fed
them, or engaged with them in any way.

- Well, how did they know it was a man?
- Er...

"He was very strong
and smelt of sweat."

I wonder where
those boys are now?

- Sandra.
- Hmm?

Do I smell?

Only of fags.

Oh.

Golf makes perfect sense.

To golfers.

Golf is a quest for perfection,
perfect hand-eye coordination.

It's a game against yourself.
Whereas fishing, on the other hand...

- Is out of your control.
- Exactly.

But that's the whole point!

Maggots and mud
and weather and water.

Earth, wind and fire. The
essential elements of nature.

Golf, you've got
a stick and a ball.

A stick and a ball. Where's
the challenge in that?

- Can I help you?
- Alan Hall?

So have you tried
giving up before?

Once, 1985.

- Well, there you go.
- It only lasted two months.

Yeah, but you were scared about your
health, see? Even 20-odd years ago.

I was going out with a Dutch
bird, if you must know. Marika.

Competitive swimmer.

But she couldn't stand the
smell of smoke on me breath, so...

Well, if I had a ciggie,
she wouldn't... You know.

You gave up smoking for a shag.

Hmm.

At the moment, you and Daryl are
our only possible link to the abductor.

We appreciate that raking up
such a painful episode from your past

could be upsetting.

You're joking, aren't you? Best
thing that's ever happened to me.

- I'm sorry?
- It's the only thing that's ever happened to me.

Must've been scared, though.

Oh yeah, yeah, must've
been, must've been, yeah, yeah.

But I don't remember it much though, you
know? It's a bit like childbirth, isn't it?

You know, you only remember the
good stuff. Ha! Not that I've ever...

What good stuff?

Eh? Oh, well, Daryl and me, we got
to do everything. I mean everything.

Here, look. Look.

Yeah. There you go.

Could you not put your
thumb on the... Thank you.

Went on Blue Peter. That's me,
there. Er, Crackerjack! Crackerjack!

Here, do you remember Peter Glaze?
The short, fat one with the glasses?

Oh, oh.

He was so funny and dead naughty
off camera. He could fart to order.

He had us in fits. Daryl...
Daryl actually wet himself.

They had to get a spare pair of
trousers out of the wardrobe department,

but they were very
good about it, though.

Then we got to meet the Queen.

Do you have a current
address for Daryl Hogarty?

Yes, yes, I do.
Yeah. You got a pen?

There's one. Here you are.

There you go, don't press
too hard on the album.

Number one, Pearly
Gates Road, Heaven.

Daryl's dead?

Yeah. Yeah, he died a few years
ago. Brain haemorrhage in Portugal.

Died on the toilet, as it
goes. And that's not a joke.

No, I couldn't
just go cold turkey!

There's patches, gum, those
dummy cigarette things, acupuncture,

willpower, um, hyp...

- Hypnosis?
- Regressive hypnosis.

If you're susceptible, a hypnotist
can take you back to that night.

It might just trigger
a useful memory.

Unearth details you'd forgotten.

Or that you never knew you knew.

See, the original investigation
threw up very few details as to motive

or identity of the abductor.

We just want to try
something different.

What do you think?

Brilliant! Love to.

Can I book it as time off work?

Helping the police
with their enquiries.

Excellent! Push that button.

♪ Take me to the river

♪ Put me in the water ♪

♪ Put me in the... ♪

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Whatever the opposite of post-traumatic
stress disorder is, he's got it.

If he's so bloody cheerful, why
are we even bothering with the case?

Just because he's dealt with it doesn't mean
he wasn't still the victim of a horrible crime.

- Yeah, well, no one was hurt.
- Not then, no.

But if it was the M25 guy, then
it was only by some miracle,

because what he
does to his victims is...

Oh, come on, let's get Alan
in, get to the bottom of this.

What, using hypnosis?

We need to go back to 1979 and
the abduction of two 10-year-old boys.

Forget Operation
Jenny right now,

we need to treat this case
as separate in its own right.

It might lead back
upstairs, it might not.

And check out that lake.

- Pit.
- Hole.

Find out who owns it.

And no, I'm not happy
about using hypnosis, either.

Can't go to court using evidence gained
from hypnosis 25 years after the fact.

We'll be laughed out of court.

We're only looking for
clues. Somewhere to start.

According to the file, Alan Hall managed
to slip his hood off on the second night.

Had a look at the van.

Ford Transits are the
closest the team could muster.

Of which there were...

222,000.

Driving around the UK in 1979.

That really helps.

Among the assorted tools,
nylon rope, jump-leads, etcetera,

there were two items spotted by
laughing boy, which were unusual.

Hypodermic needle,
unopened, in its packet,

and a sack of unidentified nuts.

Junkies?

Set of works and a bag of nuts?
It's either junkies or monkeys.

See! That was a joke. Sort of. You haven't
completely lost your sense of humour.

- He's given up smoking.
- Ah.

Giving up. Trying. Well, maybe.

It wasn't a bag of nuts.
It was a sack of nuts.

But Moz's team couldn't make
head nor tail of either item.

And we can?

Under hypnosis, he might remember
something that joins the dots.

Brian?

Brian?

I found it.

- Here.
- Your old fishing stuff?

And this.

Look. A Mitchell 3,000 reel.

A Mitchell 3,000.

I bought that with money
from helping on the milk round.

Didn't you hear me calling?

Hey. A Mitchell on our canal.

I was like royalty.

Kids used to walk from
town just to look at it.

What are you gonna do with that?

They don't make
tackle like this anymore.

It's all changed.

It's all got so technical.

Competitive.

- Are you selling it, then?
- Selling it?

No, of course not.

Are you going to take it
up again, then? That's good.

A bit of relaxation, take
your mind off work. A hobby.

A hobby? Fishing's not a hobby.

No, dear.

It's... It's a way of life.

Oh, bollocks!

- Hello?
- It's me.

Yeah, of course it is.
How'd you know I was up?

When I gave up smoking, I
didn't sleep for five months.

Jesus! Where are you?

You're not going all weird
on us again, are you?

I'm fishing!

At the crack of dawn?
Right under a flight path?

Do you think Moz or anyone
off the original investigation team

bothered to fish here?

You can't reel 'em in-ity,
if you don't feel a fin-ity.

- Eh?
- A fin-ity.

I'm getting a
feel for the place.

See?

I took roach on a maggot,
perch on a brandling worm

and carp on corn.
Lake's stuffed with fish.

- Nice stamp of roach.
- Stuffed.

But how many people
do you see fishing it?

They're all over at
Thorne Valley lakes.

Why?

Couldn't have been this spooky
when the boys were fishing here.

I had to squeeze through a rusty gate
and hack down brambles to get to this swim.

Mind you, anything called the
Pit of Doom is hardly gonna...

Cor blimey! That's a
Mitchell 3,000, innit?

It is! Here, let's have a look.

No! Don't... Get off!

Why not? I just wanna have
a look at it. I had one meself.

Get off it!

All I wanna do is have a
look at your bleeding rod.

Thanks very much.

Do you want a coffee?

Well, they're certainly
not short of a few punters.

It doesn't make sense, does it?

The Pit of Doom is
a potential goldmine.

Fish mine.

Goldfish mine?

Just doesn't make sense.

- No.
- If I had to...

Coffee without a
cigarette is a waste of time.

We've got to get out of
here, we've got to get out.

Alan?

It'll be all right. I've
got my hands free.

Daryl, I see a light.

I'm crawling closer to
where the light's coming from

and I feel something,

bump into it, it makes me jump.

I nearly, nearly scream.

I think it's him. The man.

He's solid and
dressed in a rough coat.

But it doesn't move.

No. No, it's not a coat.

It's too rough. It's a sack.

That was the sack of nuts
stuff. We know all about this.

What about the man?
What about the abductor?

Get him to stick
his eye at that hole.

See if he can find any
identity clues in the garage.

- Please, you have to speak quietly.
- Hello.

No, we've seen this on telly.
It's all smoke and mirrors.

It doesn't help unless he can
give us details of names, places...

It doesn't help
to steer too much.

In my experience, too much
guidance can lead to suggestion.

Suggestion to fantasy.

Yeah, and the next thing you
know, he thinks he's Tutankhamen...

If you'd shut your
face for five minutes.

Look, why don't
you just carry on...

I want to look
through that hole.

There you go. Get him to take a
look. Look, look through the hole.

My eye's up against it.

There's a breeze. Cold
air, hurts my eyeball.

The light's bright.

It's difficult to see.

There's a bath.

A big white bath,
and a work bench.

A bath?

And bottles. Big metal
bottles with tubes.

Gas cylinders?

And the noise. It's
keys! In the door. It's him!

- It's him!
- Is it supposed to be so intense?

He's coming! I can hear him.
He's just outside, he's outside!

I don't like this, I'm
gonna bring him back.

- Alan.
- No.

- Alan, it's Bhavani.
- He's going to see me.

Wait, wait, this is the good
bit. He might see the man.

I can hear his keys. He's
just outside. His hand's on...

- Leave him, leave him.
- Can you hear me, Alan?

Tell him to stay right there, he
might get a butcher's at the bloke!

- We might get an identity.
- No, we've finished.

- Are you joking?
- I've gotta get the hood on. Gotta get the hood on.

Look, it's dark.

- I can't find it. He's coming! Jesus! Jesus!
- I want you to come back, Alan. Alan.

No, no, no, leave him.

He's going to tell us something
we don't already know.

Brian, shut up and
let her do her work.

- I've gotta get the hood on.
- Count back with me, Alan.

No!

Alan, count back
with me. Count, Alan.

- He's coming!
- Alan, count back from 10.

Oh, I can't believe it.

Alan. Alan. 10, nine...

- Eight, seven...
- Such a load of pony.

Five, four, three, two, one.

How'd I do?

So, he saw

a bath,

gas bottles,

a workbench

and tools.

Am I right in getting
vaguely uneasy about all this?

Doesn't look good, does it?

John George Haigh.

Disposed of his multiple victims
by filling his bath with sulphuric acid.

George Joseph Smith. Drowned
seven women in the bath.

Dennis Nilsen. Dissected
his victims' bodies in his bath.

Herman Webster Mudgett.

Used a blowtorch to torture his victims
before dissecting them in the bath.

So what are we saying?

This is the lair of some
wannabe serial killer?

Well, he's got
the right tool kit.

The Black Panther
drugged his victims.

- Injected them with paracloxone, before...
- The syringe.

We don't know
anything about this man,

apart from the fact that he kept an
odd collection of things in his van.

Now, did he know the area?

Did he have a connection? Did he
live, work there, somewhere in between?

And we need to find
out who owns that lake

and if the ownership is in some way
linked to the identity of the abductor.

- Do we know that yet?
- Yeah.

Nelson Aggregates did
own it, until the gravel ran out.

Then after clean-up, flooding and stocking,
they donated it to Middlesex County Council

for recreational use.

The council then sold it to a fishing club,
who later unloaded it to a fishing syndicate.

Six months before the
abduction, they sold it on to...

We don't know.

We're still waiting on the search.
Land Registry Records Office are...

They are crap.

How come you know
so much about fishing?

Dark secrets. No, I used
to do a bit when I was a boy.

Oh! I'm so stupid. I know
who can tell us who owns it.

You've got some...

God!

Jesus Christ!

You stupid, immature tosser!

- Careful, you're standing on them!
- Is this your idea of a bloody...

Hold on, hold on! They're
not mine, they're his.

Oh, God, you arseholes!

I left the lid up so
they wouldn't suffocate.

I don't think she likes you
keeping your maggots in the fridge.

She's madly in love with you and uses
aggression to mask her true feelings.

I'm not joking. I mean, she
doesn't shout at him, does she?

Doesn't call him a tosser.

A stupid, immature tosser.

Even when she
finds out it's his fault.

- Finds out?
- Officially, you grassed him up.

You ratted on me.

Only 'cause you weren't
man enough to own up.

There wasn't time. You'd sold me
down the river before I could draw breath.

- Squealer.
- Snitch.

Piss off!

This lot know everyone.
Been here forever.

Sold fishing tackle to Moses. Run
by Big Nicky Suett and Kenny Rogers.

- Not the Kenny Rogers?
- Yeah.

Not Ruby Don't Take Your
Love To Town Kenny Rogers?

Eh?

So he says he comes round the bend at the weir
and there's two Bosnians with a tennis net...

Oi, Robbie. Here, Richworth sent
these flavour samples. Indian Spice.

With a tennis net that
they've nicked from Vicky Park.

One geezer either side of the
canal, and they're dragging it!

They trawl... Oh,
shit, Gerry Standing.

I'm off!

- Kenny?
- Oi, Kenny.

Kenny, Kenny!

Oi! Where you going?

- He ain't pukka Old Bill anymore.
- Sorry, sorry.

Kenny, come on, pack it in.

Kenny.

So you were running from him
because he was chasing you,

and you were chasing him
because he was running from you?

Listen, when I was in the
job, I nicked him eight times.

Seven. The fifth one didn't stick.
Anyway, no wonder Kenny legged it.

He was always
sniffing round here.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't have bothered if he
wasn't knocking out bent gear at the back door.

Look, we're not interested
in what you're up to.

- What do you want, then?
- Information.

What's the test-curve
on this, then?

Pound and half...

- I'm not telling you nothing.
- Information on angling.

What do you know about
the fishery up at Wrayscott?

- Thorne Valley Lakes?
- No, not that one. The overgrown one.

- You mean the Pit of Doom?
- Yeah, yeah.

Very bad place.

Very unlucky. Lad nearly drowned
there when they first flooded it.

And those two lads that got snatched
from there ages ago were chopped to pieces.

- And that's where Yatesy got his beating.
- Who's Yatesy?

Bob Yates.

Bob Yates?

Former holder of the
British carp record?

What beating?

Well, he did a load of articles for Carpworld
about discovering this unfished lake,

which everyone ignored
'cause it looked so shite.

But he theorised that
there was a record carp in it.

Except when he did a night fishing session,
someone jumped him and give him a right kicking.

I want a Shimano Baitrunner
and a spool of Berkley Big Game.

You are gonna pay
for this, ain't you?

Who owns it now?

- What, the Pit of Doom?
- Yeah.

- You mean you don't know?
- No.

They don't know!

The Metropolitan Police
Sports and Social Club?

They got so embarrassed over the abduction,
they stopped using it for a while.

First for six months,
then another year.

Meanwhile, the fishing section went
next door. In the end, they never reopened.

- Been trying to offload it ever since.
- Okay, okay.

But then five years ago...

Bob Yates was found unconscious
on the morning of June the 16th...

First day of the season.

By a dog walker.

Multiple injuries consistent with
being beaten by a baseball bat.

- British carp record holder. Top angler.
- Ex-record holder.

Sorry, boys, you have
completely lost me.

We are investigating the abduction
of two 10-year-old boys, are we not?

Now what are you saying,

that this guy also had a pathological
hatred for men in green waders?

Pit of Doom's too
deep for waders.

No, no. The beating and the
abduction happened in the same place.

Now, what if we're trying to
make the wrong connection?

Maybe it's not what happened,
but where it happened.

It's the Pit that connects
the boys to the beating.

Yeah, but someone should
at least go and see Yates.

- I'll go.
- We'll all go.

Oh, no.

- Except Jack.
- Thank you.

But if this doesn't pan out... Brian!
We drop the fishing angle, agreed?

Okay.

Gerry.

I'm sorry I called you a tosser.

With all due respect, what
you actually called me was a...

Don't push it.

Yeah.

Very yummy.

Blimey! Is there a lot of
money in fishing, then?

Not a bean.

The opposite, in fact.
Britain's most popular sport,

Britain's worst funded sport.

So how come...

An amazing fluke
of luck and copyright.

- I used to design album covers.
- Yeah?

Started in the late '60s. I
was hot for about ten years.

- Just enough to...
- Yeah, it's nice.

So what have you got
stocked in here, then?

Commons, mirrors, grass carp, a
few koi. We experiment with all carp.

Experiment?

We do hybrids. We mess
around with mixing strains,

as well as some genetically
historical strains. Rare breeds.

- What can you tell us about your beating?
- It hurt.

I know it's not very helpful,
but I don't remember a thing.

I don't even remember
going fishing that day.

I had head injuries.

Did you see any other
vehicles, any other fishermen?

I wish I could help. It's
a blank. Total amnesia.

Strange, I know, but I
can't believe it happened.

Completely gone.

Who do you think did it?

The Essex Carp Mafia,
the Colne Valley thugs?

The carp record runner-up?

Fishing's a very
small, very bitchy world.

You don't get to be
a British record holder

without treading
on a few toes, sadly.

Guvnor.

- Jack Halford.
- Jack, I'm at the farm.

- Is it a funny farm?
- What?

- Nothing.
- Jack, listen. We've got a suspect.

My wife's away at the moment,

but her very good friend Helena's
husband is a QC. Should I call him?

I mean, I'd really
rather not bother him.

We need you to remember the
night of August the 14th, 1979.

Okay.

Well, that's the
thing, you see. I can.

Anal retention.

Terrible anal retention. Not
just me, anglers generally.

We have this overriding compulsion to
catalogue the piddling minutiae of our lives.

We use fishing as an excuse to record
the catch, the weather, where we fished.

But it spills over into
the rest of life, too.

Are you saying that
you keep records?

Mmm.

Diaries. Volumes. I'm
like a teenage schoolgirl.

Worse, probably.

I have no particular excuse other than
vanity and a compulsive quest for order.

Mr Lane, you're a fisherman.

Compulsion, neatness, order.
I'm making sense, aren't I?

You could always phone my assistant
Judy, she knows where they are.

She'll tell you exactly
what I was doing that night.

Is that on your office number?

- Yes.
- I'll do that now.

Oh, my God, how embarrassing.

Right. So now tell us about
the equipment in your garage.

Well, I know it's weird,

and the syringes always give it this
air of, I don't know, something sleazy.

But in fish-farming,
and it's not a big world,

but everyone, absolutely everyone,
has a bath and oxygen cylinders,

and a heap of syringes.

The bath is used
to isolate the fish

when they need treatment,
antibiotics or whatever,

and the syringes he used for localised
treatment, and the oxygen just keeps them alive.

So why didn't Brian know about
baths and syringes being used...

- Brian catches fish, he doesn't breed them.
- Well?

For the whole of August 1979,

Yates was in India
on a tea plantation,

where they only grow white tea.

- Sounds very nice.
- Great. So it wasn't him.

Not even close.

There you go.

So, the current record, the one that beat
yours, came from the Thorne Valley fishery,

the place just next
door to the Pit?

Well, that's the
official version.

You don't think the fish
was caught in Thorne Valley?

- Where else could it have come from?
- Why don't you ask the fish?

I have let them go to
the zoo to interview a fish.

This is getting more and
more bizarre by the minute.

You want to see bizarre?

Oh, God! These people!

That is unbel...

Pullman, hello.

- Sorry, who?
- Esther. Esther Lane.

Oh, Esther! I'm sorry, I
was on another planet.

I just wondered, I, um...
Please say if it's not appropriate.

I just wondered if I could
have a word with you

in private, do you mind?

No, not at all. Yeah.
How about 4:00?

Okay.

Right, I'll see you. No, it's fine.
I'll see you then. Right. Bye-bye.

- Esther?
- Yeah, she's worried about Brian.

He seems on good form at
the moment. Almost normal.

Clarissa was the first carp
to be brought here, in 1961.

Nobody had ever
seen one that big.

Broke all records, 44 pounds.
They were queuing round the block.

- Carp fishermen?
- Of course.

- Clarissa?
- Oh, well, that's the deal.

You catch a record carp, you get to
name it, and it gets to come and live here.

- What did you call yours?
- The Cardinal.

And what's this one's name?

Tallulah. From the Native American
Choctaw word for leaping water.

- Oh, that's nice.
- Bloody stupid name.

- Bernice Webster.
- Mr Yates.

Bernice knows more about carp physiognomy
and genetics than the rest of us ever will.

Oh.

Sadly, Bernice is
not a fan of angling.

I don't object to fishing. I just object to
most of the pathetic saddos that do it.

Present company excepted.

Not necessarily.

These gentlemen,
Bernice, are police officers.

So what's your
problem with fishermen?

Other than the fact that they're
like a bunch of overgrown schoolboys

huddled behind the bike
sheds with their dicks out,

measuring to see
who's got the biggest?

Fishing?

Well, I only want to know whether
it's just a hobby that's popped up again

or whether it's a work thing.

- Well, it's...
- Oh, I'm doing the wrong thing, aren't I?

- I shouldn't be bothering you with this.
- No, no, not at all. Honestly.

It's just, you know
what Brian's like.

You know how he gets when he...

How he...

Well, he gets so enthusiastic

when he gets
something in his head.

Barry Brownlow, the current record
holder, says he caught this Tallulah

at Thorne Valley Lakes.

- But you don't think he really...
- I have no particular opinion on the matter.

But you don't think it came
from Thorne Valley, do you?

Look, I can't really express...

If I came out with anything publicly,
it would just sound like sour grapes.

The fact is, this fish broke
my record. End of story.

Yeah, but if he's lying, it shows
that something dodgy is going on

between Thorne Valley
and the Pit of Doom.

And that might lead us to
who snatched Alan and Daryl.

Is there any way of telling
where Tallulah came from?

Of course. It's a simple
forensic procedure.

You take a fish scale sample and analyse the
trace elements contained in the scale tissue,

and cross-match it with a
water sample from the lake.

So what do we need to get
a scale sample off this fish?

- My permission.
- And let me guess, you wouldn't give it.

Correct.

What about you, Esther?

Hobbies? Apart from
looking after Brian?

Well, I've tried lots of things.
Evening classes, mainly.

Yoga, pottery,
painting, life drawing.

Nude?

- Tap dancing, needlepoint, Spanish...
- How about a glass of wine?

- Oh, I don't think...
- Oh, go on.

Just a little one.

Be with you in a minute, madam.

Upholstery, soft furnishings.

All this makes me
sound very flighty.

- We could always get a court order.
- Feel free.

I don't think you quite
understand how serious this is.

The case we've reopened involved
the abduction of two 10-year-old boys.

And whoever took
them is still out there.

A scale from that fish will tell you nothing,
except that it's lived in that tank for four years.

By now, any residual trace elements
would have been flushed out its system.

You need a scale sample
taken from the time it was caught.

Brownlow might have one.

People don't get their
trophy fish stuffed anymore,

it's not considered very PC.

So on special fish, they take a scale
and get it mounted in a pretty glass case.

I've got a couple.

Yeah, but he's hardly
gonna give the scale up

if he knows it's gonna be
used to discredit his record.

Didn't you take any scale
samples when it first arrived?

Yes, we did.

- Do you still have them?
- Yes, we do.

- Can we use them?
- Won't be any use to you.

Unless you have a sample of
the lake water for comparison.

- Gerry.
- Where are you?

- In the car.
- That's good.

We need you to do something.

How come you're
allowed to smoke in here?

It's my laboratory.

I thought all laboratories
had to be sterile.

You have a match.

Tallulah lived in the lake
where this sample came from.

Abnormally high magnesium
carbonate content.

Brownlow's lying.

He didn't catch his carp
where he said he did.

It came from Pit of
Doom, not Thorne Valley.

Pit of Lies.

We know the equipment
in the abductor's garage

connects him to fishing
and/or fish breeding.

If it was his garage, he
might just have parked there.

The syringes were in the van.

Okay. But why would anyone lie
about where they caught a fish?

Men who hunt record
fish are a secretive bunch.

If you've found a good
spot, you keep it to yourself.

Brownlow lied. Brownlow
fished the Pit of Doom.

So how come he's the only one who
fished there and never got attacked?

We get quite a
pilgrimage through here,

to meet me and talk about
the night I broke the record.

I've never had a group of
officers before. So it's nice.

Now, Discovery Channel did a whole
one-hour dramatised reconstruction

of the night I broke the record.

Usually visitors like
to kick off with that.

- It throws up all sorts of questions.
- You lied, Mr Brownlow, didn't you?

I beg your...

You lied about where you
caught the fish. We can prove it.

That carp didn't come
from Thorne Valley.

Maybe you didn't
even catch it at all.

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to ask you to leave.

We're police officers conducting
an investigation, Mr Brownlow.

You can't just ask us to leave.

- Cheryl?
- You sure you want your wife to hear this?

Um, nothing.

- Are you going to take my record away?
- Tell us about that night.

It's just, I've got sponsorship
deals. As the record...

Look, would you rather
do this down at the station?

I was fishing a night
session at Thorne Valley.

In the island swim.

I had nothing all night.

Nothing all week. Nothing
all season, really, to speak of.

I got woken up by a man.
SANDRA: What man?

He didn't exactly introduce
himself. He had this big wet sack.

It was Tallulah.

The biggest carp I've ever seen.
The biggest carp anyone's ever seen.

So you pretended you'd
caught it and claimed the record?

Well, he told me to.
He knew how big it was.

He told you to?

He told me to call the
records committee immediately.

Did he say anything else?

He told me if I mentioned him
or what happened to anyone,

he'd come and find me,

find out where I
lived and my family...

How old are you, Mr Brownlow?

Forty-two.

What a weasel.

Nah, he's just a boring little
man who had a sniff of excitement.

Fame on a plate.
Very hard to resist.

But how can you live with
yourself, knowing that...

- Or, he's an out-and-out liar.
- No, he's not a liar.

How do you know?

Well, he's 42. In 1979,
he would have been 16.

Now, a 16-year-old
abducting two 10-year-olds,

then driving them round in
a great big van for two days?

Not my idea of joy riding.

No. He's telling the truth.

Why did the man with the
sack give away a record fish?

If he caught it, why
didn't he claim it?

It's not exactly the behaviour of a
fish-kissing Carpworld centrefold, is it?

No.

And as a result of people not knowing
that that carp was caught in the Pit,

- the other fishery, what's it called?
- Thorne Valley.

Yeah, Thorne Valley has
been packed ever since.

It was a scam to make
Thorne Valley famous?

Or...

Or maybe it was a scam
to make the Pit infamous.

Right, because if the word had got
out, then the Pit would have been packed.

- Yeah.
- And then Yates is beaten to a pulp?

It's massive negative
publicity. Yeah.

And as soon as that begins to wane, the
lake next door claims the British record.

I mean, who's going to want to
fish in what looks like a stinking pit,

when next door there's
potential record water?

It's like I said, it's the where,
not the what and the why.

Brian? Brian!

Brian!

Come on, help him. He's
in trouble. Help him, mate.

- What?
- Help him.

Do something. There
you go. Grab hold of that.

Blimey.

It's Robbie Duke!

Saying nothing is not
gonna help you, Robbie.

You're under suspicion for the
abduction of Alan Hall and Daryl Hogarty.

And grievous bodily harm, maybe
attempted murder, on Bob Yates.

Saying nothing's only
gonna make things worse.

So you say.

Robbie, I know your brother
Danny was behind all this.

Now, you may think that he's smarter than you,
but he's the one serving life in maximum security.

Don't let him drag
you there as well.

Danny's very sick, Robbie.

Knocking over safe deposit vaults
in Kensington may be very smart,

but kidnapping and torturing
the vault manager's wife?

Until her husband coughed
up the vault's combinations.

No, it wasn't torture. He
just threatened her a little bit.

The gang got away with millions,
didn't they? Jewellery, cash, bonds.

But Danny didn't, did he?

Forensics put him right
at the heart of the torture.

- Blood. Prints. Semen.
- No, no!

Robbie, Danny was on remand before
the firm had even divvied up the haul.

- Stop it!
- It's tricky.

Being on the inside and relying
on your colleagues on the outside

to look after your share,
keep it safe till you get out.

Who would you
trust? Kith or kin?

Oh, there's no
question. Kin, every time.

I never hurt the boys.

I could've done. I didn't
have to let them go.

Robbie, you didn't let
them go. They escaped.

- Yeah!
- They forced the back doors of the van.

I left it half-locked! I left it so
they just had to push it a bit.

I let them go. I ain't stupid.

I didn't want to let her go.

Her?

Is she in the lake, Robbie?

Which "her" is in
the lake, Robbie?

Carp.

I knew she was a record
when I saw her in the lake.

Ages before I caught her.

I could've had the record
for me. I caught it, I found it.

But I had to give it to that
twonk at Thorne Valley.

"Keep people away
from the Pit, Robbie."

My name should've been
next to the carp record weight.

So in the lake...

She's in the zoo now. It's not
right. It's not where she should be.

- She should be in the lake.
- Yeah, yeah, but what is in the lake?

You don't leave your divvy baby
brother standing guard for two decades

unless you know there's a
fortune at the end of it for you.

I bet he thought that was an act of sheer genius,
stashing his swag at the bottom of the lake.

Shame we were too
clever for him, innit?

- Oi, come on, Brian. We've done well.
- How?

We've solved three
unsolved crimes.

Yates's beating,
Alan's abduction,

and now we've found the
proceeds of a rather nasty robbery.

I can't wait to see Danny Duke's face when
we tell him we've found his pension fund.

And any reason to piss off Danny
Duke, you know you've done well.

But Gerry, I wanted to
get the M25 abductor.

Look, Operation Jenny is still
ongoing. They know what they're doing.

Yeah, I know.

- I suppose I just hoped we'd get him.
- Yeah.

I really wanted to get him.

Yeah, I know.

- Come on, mate, let's go.
- What, you're not interested?

No.

No, you're right.

There are more important
things to worry about.

Hold on, hold on.

Hello, Danny.

Gerry Standing.

I thought you'd gone to
Hell, where you belong.

Must've just been a dream.

Colour suits you.

This is Superintendent Pullman.

Nice.

Delegation, Danny. Hardest
aspect of management.

Finding reliable work colleagues

and then being able to safely
delegate responsibility to them.

She's very good.
She put out much?

Your little brother did a
good job. Too good, really.

He guarded what he
had to guard very well.

It was just those other toe rags

who were supposed to share out your
portion who weren't quite so conscientious.

Yeah, poor old Robbie,

spent the best part of 25
years guarding your big box.

What a waste of time.

- I got plenty of time.
- Yeah,

and I've got a lovely picture
of the inside of your box.

Looks more like the inside
of your head, if you ask me.

Rocks.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, we used to
break them. Not allowed any more.

All TV and soft
toilet rolls these days.

- You don't believe me?
- Believe you?

You're so full of shite, you
even look like a septic tank.

Yeah, well, I've got loads
of other pictures. Yeah.

I wonder what your little
friends in D Block will think, eh?

Have a nice day.

What was all that
stuff with the photos?

Look, when you're in a
big nick, if everyone inside

thinks you've got a big chunk of cash
from your last job waiting on the outside,

you get treated with a
certain degree of respect.

Oh, I see, so if everyone
knows you got nothing

'cause your double-crossing scumbag
mates have conned you out of it...

You're so cynical.

- I thought you'd given up.
- Yeah, I did.

But you've got to be careful.
Got to watch the old waistline.

Give up for too long,
start piling the pounds on.

Not in the car.

If you smoke around
children, they smoke, too.

Every year, thousands of
children have to go to hospital

because of breathing other
peoples' cigarette smoke.

Two, three, four,
five, six, seven and...

You really do make
a fabulous man.

Years of practice.

♪ 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 ♪