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these medicines can control the flow of energy

and help to balance the workings of the mind.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's definitely what I'm after.

The holistic approach.

Western medicine is treating me like a machine, a system,

instead of a whole, living, breathing person.

But if you are taking prescription drugs,

I'd recommend you consult your doctor

before changing your regime.

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Strike action at the London Dockyards

entered its seventh week today

with little sign of a resolution.

Union leader Joseph Walsh addressed a mass meeting

of dockworkers early this afternoon.

And this government...

The government that we put into office,

this Labour government, so-called...

Has sold us down the river!

If we don't make a stand,

in another 10 years there'll be no London Docks.

If we don't fight now,

all this will be sold off and built on by developers.

Well, he got that right. That's Canary Wharf now.

1975.

A Labour government with a majority of three.

Inflation is going through the roof.

And Joe Walsh is leading the National Union of Crane Drivers

in a strike that could paralyze the docks.

There you are. Look.

Mr. Walsh, can you comment on press reports

that your union has been receiving secret funds

from the Soviet Union?

No comment.

And that these funds have been diverted for your personal use?

You what?! Come here, you!

That's a very strong reaction, Mr. Walsh.

You keeping your own hours, Brian?

I was on inquiries.

- That's Joe Walsh, isn't it? - Yep.

He was a bit of a hero of mine.

That explains a lot.

Joe Walsh's body was recovered from the Thames

on May 20, 1975,

days after these financial rumors began to circulate.

Look, he got caught with his fingers in the till

and topped himself.

What's the mystery?

Cabinet papers for 1975 have been released

under the 30-year rule.

When Harold Wilson asked for comments

on the dock strike,

the Minister for Economic Security said, and I quote,

"In my opinion,

Joe Walsh is a politically motivated man

holding the country to ransom.

What's the Security Service doing?

This man needs to be brought down urgently.

Do whatever it takes."

I think we should reopen this case

and find out if Joe Walsh committed suicide

or if they disposed of him.

High-profile case. Politics. Security.

It'll be a minefield.

Still, you've all been 'round the block a few times.

I hope you know to tread carefully.

And I'll watch your back as much as I can.

But don't push your luck.

The body was recovered further downriver,

but the original investigation reckoned

that he went in about here.

No, I think it's all bollocks.

Would you care to expand on that, Gerry?

Well, if MI5 went 'round

knocking off stroppy trade unionists in the '70s,

the mortuaries would be standing room only.

Yeah, but they'd been told to target him.

No, they targeted all sorts.

I've got an old mate who used to be in the trade-union movement.

He might be able to shed some light on things.

And someone ought to be looking at the union's financial records

to find out whether Walsh really did have his hand in the till.

Well, I'll have a go at that.

I've got experience in that field.

Eh?

Brian used to be a Police Federation representative.

Yeah, first sign he was going barmy.

Any surviving witnesses?

Well, there's his daughter, of course... Anita.

- Not the Anita Walsh? - The same.

Oh, yeah! You and I can go talk to her.

And, Jack, someone's got to approach MI5.

Thank you.

Listen, I was brought up around here,

and just for old times' sake, I wondered if it'd be all right

if I pick something up on the way back.

Yeah. As long as it's not contagious.

These writers don't live in garrets anymore, do they?

The ones who write airport blockbusters don't, no.

Mm. Could have some of that.

What?

T-The property.

Very desirable.

Oi!

You're not leaving that filthy stuff in my car.

Every Friday, my old mum would send me to that very butcher's

with a few pennies just to buy some tripe.

That was all we could afford, you see.

- We had to make do. - Mm.

Oh, hello.

- Miss Walsh? - Yes?

I'm Detective Superintendent Pullman.

This is Gerry Standing.

We need to talk to you about your late father.

We're reinvestigating his death.

Can we come in?

- Yes. - Thank you.

Thank you.

It's tripe.

Ah, yeah. Sorry.

Um, can I leave it here for a minute?

Thank you.

Ugh.

Technically speaking, it's a cock-up.

It's cocked-up, yeah.

Hello?

He's had to remove the doors and...

- Anybody home? - Can I help you?

Oh. I'm looking for Frank Benson.

I'm an old friend of his.

My name's Halford. Jack Halford.

You're Jack?

Yeah, I can see now.

Granddad's always kept the photos.

- You must be Karen. - Yeah.

Come in. I expect he's nodded off.

Gramps?

You've got a visitor.

Well, now, Frank.

It's been a while.

Piss off.

He was under a lot of pressure.

He was trying to run a strike.

He was being slagged off by the government.

And on top of that, he was being smeared in the media

for taking money from foreign governments

and putting it in his own pocket.

You don't think he took the money?

Oh, he had his faults.

But he was as straight as a telegraph pole.

What did you make of the rumors?

How should I know?

I wasn't involved in trade-union politics.

You say he had his faults. What did you have in mind?

My dad liked getting his own way.

He didn't like being contradicted.

I was a teenage girl.

I had all the usual issues with my dad, you know?

Oh, clothes, staying out late, boyfriends, smoking.

The stuff everybody goes through.

Only most people get a chance to work it out.

I never did.

I loved him.

Look, I know this must be difficult for you,

but do you think you could help us to locate anybody

that might have been close to him at the time?

You could try Brendan.

- Who's that? - Brendan Dyer.

He was the deputy general secretary.

He and his wife, Rose, were very good to me.

- And you're still in touch? - Yes.

Here.

This is where you'll find them.

Thank you, Miss Walsh. We really appreciate this.

Listen, while you've got your pen in your hand,

could you sign this for me, please?

- I'm a big fan. - Certainly.

"To Gerry." With a "G."

- Thank you very much. - There you go.

"To Gerry, who could charm the birds from the trees...

if only he gave up the tripe."

Yes.

- Thank you. - Thank you very much.

Bye-bye.

My God, that looks nasty.

Something from the forensic pathology lab?

Medication.

Look out!

I can confirm the Security Service

did have a file on Joseph Walsh in 1975.

Can I see it?

The file was reclassified as "inactive"

at the time of Mr. Walsh's death.

And after a suitable interval, it was destroyed.

Is there any record

of what actions the Security Service took?

No.

That is to say, we have no reason to assume

they took any actions.

A Cabinet minister asked for action.

I think, strictly speaking, he was asking for information.

There may have been nothing to report.

If you've destroyed the files,

I want to talk to the officers of the Service

who were involved in this matter.

We're talking about 30 years ago, Mr. Halford.

Anyone senior enough to be involved in a matter

of such political sensitivity would be long retired.

And, indeed, quite likely deceased.

So I'm banging my head against a brick wall?

Well, I hope you don't feel we're being uncooperative.

There is, of course, an independent commission

to whom you can refer any complaints you may have

about the Service.

How many complaints has the commission ever upheld?

I'm happy to say that we have a clean sheet.

Look out, mate!

You have plenty to keep you busy here.

She's been keeping me busy for the last 30 years.

Still, you got to have an interest, haven't you?

And it actually goes, does it?

Hey!

We're sailing to Spain this weekend.

Blimey, you're bold.

Oh, our daughter, Gracie, lives there.

We're gonna see our grandson for the very first time.

You do know why we're here?

Yeah. No, Anita phoned.

You were top man in the union after Joe Walsh, weren't you?

Oh ho! There was only one top man.

Joe depended on you.

Well, for the everyday things, maybe.

You know, paperwork and that.

No, Joe was a real leader.

He could hold a mass meeting in the palm of his hands.

And I'm talking about hard cases.

Dockers, you know?

The truth is, Brendan did a lot of the work,

and Joe got a lot of the glory.

Were you involved in the union as well, Rose?

Yes, I trained as a teacher,

but I became an education officer for the union.

That's how I met Bren.

Brendan, according to the original inquiry,

you were the last person to see Joe Walsh alive.

Yeah.

Yes, we'd spent the day with George McCready, the treasurer.

And that's who's now Lord McCready, right?

Yeah.

We were going through the books

'cause the news had just broken in the papers

about them funds that went missing.

So George and Joe and me

raced down to the offices to go through the books

before the whole committee could get started on it.

And there was something badly wrong.

Joe couldn't explain it. He was baffled.

Well...

Joe wasn't any good at figures.

He had to get a mate to work out his darts score.

Anyway, George had to go, and I had an evening meeting.

So we left Joe in the office.

And what mood was he in?

Oh, he was angry and frustrated.

Confused.

Oi. Get off.

I believe that tripe was a real treat 'round here

in the old days.

Did your mother ever give you tripe?

She'd rather have seen us starve.

Get off. Go away.

We really ought to speak to Lord McCready.

But unfortunately his office can't find a window for us.

And he's essential to your inquiry, is he?

Oh, yeah.

Yes. All in the union's rule book.

It's Rule 10, Subparagraph 7.

Yes, Brian, the gist of which is?

Well, McCready and Joe Walsh

were the only people in the union

who had the power to authorize payments

without going through the executive first.

Of course, Sandra could just barge into McCready's office

with her warrant card.

No, we wouldn't want that, would we?

- I'll see what I can do. - Thank you, sir.

What did you think of Brendan?

Well, he comes across as pretty straight.

Do you think anyone admires their boss that much?

No resentment, no envy?

Well, that's the way I feel about you.

No, not everyone's fighting each other

to get up the greasy pole, you know.

Maybe.

Hey, did you clock that stuff

about Joe Walsh having no head for figures

and Brendan doing all the details, the day-to-day stuff?

Yeah, maybe he was on the hey-diddle-diddle.

Yeah, and Joe Walsh found out.

I tell you what we do need to find out

is how he got the money to buy that bloody great big boat.

Yeah.

How are you gonna cook that stuff?

I don't know. I haven't decided really.

Can't one of your chirpy Cockney relatives tell you?

They're all dead.

I'm not surprised, eating that shit.

Here we are.

That...

Carrion!

I beg your pardon?

The flesh of a deceased creature.

I shouldn't be introducing that kind of material into my system.

What?

Uhh. My body is a temple.

Suppose I could have a go at the broccoli and tomato.

This is organic?

Have you been taking your pills?

Oh!

Am I not a picture of health?

Your pills are not about how you look.

- Have you been taking them? - Yes, of course.

Well, you've not taken today's.

That's because they have to be taken with food.

They're just due now.

Swallow.

Brian. What's Scruffy doing here?

That wasn't Scruffy.

That was me.

Right. Progress?

Well, Strickland's managed to get us in

to see McCready this afternoon.

And I checked out Dyer's boat.

Brendan paid £7,000 for it in June 1975.

That's a few weeks after Joe Walsh died.

Serious money in those days.

My first house cost less than that.

Wish I could say the same about my first wife.

That's way more than Brendan Dyer earned in a year.

Well, we have to find out where that money came from.

Brian, how are you getting on with the union documents?

Oh, I'm struggling with these accounts.

It's complicated stuff.

Well, I think we should discuss these trade-union leaflets.

You know, it suddenly struck me.

Gerry and Jack and I

were represented by the Police Federation

when we were in the job.

Yeah. Not that we had any choice.

Yeah, but now we're in UCOS, we're nonunionized.

So we're open to exploitation.

You know, we've no... we've no collective-bargaining rights.

Ah, knock it off, Brian!

No, no, I'm serious. Look.

What about our employment protection?

I mean, how do we deal with health and safety at work?

Or, indeed, uh, discrimination

as regards gender or disabilities?

Brian, we are in the middle of an inquiry here.

Ethnicity! Child care.

It's a very good question, Brian,

but I think we ought to deal with these issues

when we're not in the presence of management.

Good point.

Right, has anyone got anything to say about the case?

Well, I've been looking at the postmortem report.

I thought that was straightforward... drowning.

Yes, but there were injuries

to the head and body which were put down

to being swept into pilings and bridges by the tide.

- Who did the postmortem? - Dr. Ludlow.

Ah! Ah! Handy Andy!

Dr. Andrew Ludlow.

Struck off by the General Medical Council, 1987.

Died 1998.

Shit. And Walsh was cremated.

Okay, get another pathologist to look at the evidence.

Sandra, you know that mate of mine, Frank Benson?

The union guy.

Yes, I think he could be very useful to us,

but he's a bit reluctant to talk to me.

I wonder if you'd like to come along.

I mean, knowing Frank, with a bit of skirt...

I mean, I think he'd probably be more inclined to unbutton...

Um...

Would you come along with me?

- I'll come along. - Thank you.

Karen?

I'm Detective Superintendent Pullman.

I need to ask Frank some questions.

Maybe he'll talk to her if he won't talk to me.

It's really important. Honestly.

Okay.

Thank you.

- I bloody told you. - Now, Frank. Ladies present.

Frank, I'm Detective Superintendent Pullman.

We're reinvestigating the death of Joe Walsh,

so I need to ask you some questions.

All right. But I'm not talking to him.

Come on, Karen. Let's make some tea.

You were his best man. How'd you fall out with Jack?

Miners' strike.

Orgreave, '84.

I was a TUC observer on the picket line

when your lot rode us down, swinging batons.

Jack had nothing to do with Orgreave.

How a man with Jack Halford's background

could stay in the police after that...

20 years. Ooh.

Long time to hold a grudge.

Not where I come from.

So you're a lifelong trade unionist?

I was down the pit first off,

and then I became an NUM official.

And after that I got the job with the TUC.

And you were involved in the dock strike in 1975.

I was the liaison between the crane drivers and the TUC.

But you know all this. You got it on file. Come on.

Okay.

Joe Walsh. Were you close to him?

He could have been the greatest working-class leader

since Nye Bevan.

So they had to take him down, of course.

- "They"? - MI5. The state.

- They had us all sewn up. - How did they do that?

A paid agent did it. A Judas.

There was a mole right at the heart of the union.

And he cooked the books.

And he killed Joe Walsh.

So you're saying that an MI5 agent

framed and murdered Joe Walsh.

It's standard procedure.

They tried it on Scargill in the miners' Strike.

They tried to fit him up with taking backhanders from Libya,

but they couldn't make it stick.

They didn't try to murder him.

Who do you think this mole was?

As God is my witness, if I knew him,

I would have topped the bastard with my bare...

Karen.

Karen.

Don't worry, Gramps. We'll sort it out.

Let's get you to the bathroom. You better go.

Thank you.

So do you believe in this MI5 mole?

Well, not just on the basis of some old lefty's paranoia.

I was hoping he'd give us some evidence.

Names, dates, times, places.

Yeah, well, we're not gonna sweat those out of him

in his condition, are we?

£31.79.

.79.

What .79?

Oh, come on, Brian. You've got to do it. Do it.

Come on, Bri.

Oh, dear!

Shut up.

All right.

You stay there, Scruffy.

You all right?

I'll not be long. I'll be back soon.

Gerry will be here in a minute.

Come on, Brian.

Our colleague Brian Lane seems to be unavoidably detained.

McCREADY: Of course, I'm very familiar with the work of UCOS.

I have to say you're doing a wonderful job.

I checked the clear-up figures. Outstanding.

Thank you.

You were treasurer of the crane drivers' union in 1975.

When did you first become aware

that there was something wrong with the accounts?

I was an elected official

responsible for taking an overview of financial matters.

Day-to-day transactions were in the hands

of a full-time union employee, a bookkeeper.

- Who was that? - That was dear old Glenys.

Glenys Heyford.

Served the union all her working life.

An absolute treasure in many ways.

But if the truth be told, she wasn't really up to the job.

Do you know how we can contact her?

Glenys is long gone.

That we're used to.

Now, Glenys dealt with the day-to-day figures.

Shortly before Joe Walsh died,

I was working with her on a union executive meeting.

We realized funds were missing.

Then the matter was leaked to the press.

By whom?

We never got to the bottom of that.

After Joe died, no one had the heart to pursue it.

Who knew at that point?

Me, Glenys, Joe Walsh.

Brendan Dyer.

I suppose if Brendan knew,

he might have told Rose and Anita Walsh.

Why would he tell Anita?

Anita used to help out in the office

in her school holidays.

So you don't know who leaked to the press.

Any idea who took the money?

All I can tell you

is that Joe took the publicity terribly badly

and was found dead shortly afterwards.

Well, you see, that's the whole point

of free collective bargaining.

You follow me?

Go on, mate. Get yourself signed up.

Join the whatever it is. The... The flunkies' union.

I mean, you've every right.

You're only a worker in a-a toff's jacket.

Just because you speak with a mouthful of plums

doesn't mean you haven't got workers' rights.

Hang on. One... Just one second. It's... It's here somewhere

Just get the glasses on.

- Much better. - Our colleague, Brian Lane.

Lord McCready.

Ah, yes, Lord McCready. How do you do?

Now, I just want to have a quick word with you

about trade-union rights.

You see, as this book clearly demonstrates,

in the miners' strike in the 1980s,

the government used the Security Services

to try to smear Arthur Scargill and the NUM.

- Brian, can we stick to... - We see a pattern emerging.

The same tactic was used against Joe Walsh

and the crane drivers' union 10 years previous.

We're supposed to be investig...

And my question is, Lord McCready...

As a former officer of the Police Federation,

I am well aware of the tactics used

by a ruthless secret service

intent on undermining quite legitimate trade-union activity.

Brian.

What I want to know is,

have I been a victim of this totally unacceptable intrusion

into my private life?

It's an interesting question, Mr. Lane,

but I don't see what relevance it has to this investigation.

Ha!

So my answer is "no comment."

Oh, "no comment."

McCREADY: Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have another appointment with the select committee.

Oh, yes. Wouldn't you know?

No comment. No comment.

I think we'll leave it there for the time.

- I had a valid point to make. - Yes, you did. And you made it!

- Did I or did I not? - You did!

Didn't I have a valid point?

- Yes, and you made it! - Yes, he knows I made it.

Surely I had a point...

didn't I?

Scruffy!

This was all in front of McCready?

I've seen him be weird,

but I have never seen him behave like that.

- Have you? - No. Never.

I mean...

But despite that, we actually made lots of progress

because McCready told us

that Anita was involved in union affairs.

- So she was bullshitting us. - Yes.

Scruffy?

- Where's Scruffy? - Oh, listen, mate...

- Scruffy?! - It's all right, it's all right.

Poor little sod was sick down there,

so I phoned Esther, she came and took him home.

Everything's all right.

He's fine.

Yeah.

Use your phone? Private call.

- Sure. - Private.

Yeah. That's fine.

He's never made a private call before, has he?

Hello, uh, Brian Lane here.

Mm-hmm.

These natural remedies you've got me taking...

How long before they start to kick in?

Oh, well, I-I...

I can't hear... I can't hear.

I'm feeling really odd.

I think my psychic energy's not being properly balanced.

Have...

Have I been taking what?

This has got nothing to do with conventional medication.

I don't wish to discuss conventional medication!

Why can't you just answer the bloody...

Uh... She's obviously hiding something,

so I think we ought to go and see her.

And we need to find out

if there really was a mole in the union,

and if so, who it was.

Yeah.

Brian. You all right, mate?

Surely we're missing the main point here.

Jack, Gerry...

We're helpless!

Are we?

So what about if we form ourselves

into a democratic collective body

which can resist exploitation and oppression by solidarity

with the working-class movement as a whole.

Now, I've done a bit of work on this, in fact...

I've drafted a constitution and standing orders

based on Walter Citrine's

"The Labour Chairman and Speaker's Companion."

Brian, why don't we just...

Please, Sandra! This is important!

Will you let me finish?!

All right, Brian, it's okay. We're listening.

Look, we are many, and they are few.

From each according to his ability,

to each according to their needs.

I move next business.

We must secure for the workers, by hand or by brain,

the full fruits of their labors.

Point of order.

Ah! Yes! You see?

The chair acknowledges Brother Halford.

According to Citrine, the motion to move to next business

takes precedence over any current discussion

and must be put to the meeting and voted on.

Does it?

All those in favor of moving to next business?

Yeah. Carried overwhelmingly.

And there is no further business.

The meeting is closed.

I'll put these in the car. I'll get him home.

- Brian? - I'm going to bed.

Hi, Gerry. Jack.

- Esther. - Esther.

Has he been taking his pills?

To be honest, I've been wondering that.

Think he put them in here. Yeah, here they are. Look.

When are they supposed to be taken?

Oh, these are his morning ones.

Oh, that's all right. He's taken that, yeah.

These are lunchtime. They seem to be up to date.

I've been keeping an eye on his evening ones.

What the bloody hell is that?

Maybe he needs a stronger dose.

I'm not sure that's possible.

Hello?

More questions?

I hope this isn't gonna take long.

You told us you weren't involved with your father's union work.

All right.

Look, the truth is, I didn't want to go there.

I've had to go through a lot

dealing with what happened to my dad.

So if I have to revisit the time of his death,

then I think I'd rather do it with a shrink

and not a detective.

- No offense. - None taken.

I do understand what you mean, Anita.

I lost my dad when I was 14,

and I'm still working it out, shrink and all.

Do you fancy a drink?

Yeah, I think I might have gone off duty.

Oh, these trips down memory lane never do me any good at all.

40 years.

Old Frank wasn't a bad-looking lad in those days.

And you.

As Frank said in his speech, you were an English rose.

Oh, I know I should have made up with Frank years ago.

And now he hasn't got long.

Oh.

That picnic.

He got plastered.

I bet that was one lost day in his precious diary.

Of course!

The bugger always kept a diary!

I could get used to a place like this.

Yep. The truth is, I've got it all.

But I still keep on striving...

Churning out the books, sweating over the reviews,

totting up the royalties.

You're just like me.

Beavering away, waiting for that pat on the head that says,

"Yep. You've done enough. Daddy's pleased."

And now it's never gonna come.

And it may never have anyway.

Surely he'd have been very proud of you.

Oh, he'd have hated the stuff I write.

My dad's idea of a good read was Jack London or Maxim Gorky.

He even thought Orwell was a bourgeois sellout.

Anita...

did anything in your father's behavior

suggest to you that he thought

that somebody in his intimate circle was spying on him?

Because at the time, there was this strong suspicion

there was an MI5 mole in the union.

I made the tea.

I wrote slogans on placards.

I wasn't in the loop, Sandra.

Turn that light off!

If they're out there, they'll know!

What? Who'll know what?

Shhhh!

If they're out there watching,

they'll know I'm sweeping the house.

Sweeping it?

- For bugs. - What?

- Electronic listening devices. - That's ridiculous.

Brian, there is nobody watching this house, and you know it.

Esther, I've been a policeman and a unionist.

And no one knows better than I

the lengths to which these spooks will go

to obtain useful information!

You haven't got any useful information.

What?

You haven't...

You have not got any useful information.

You've no idea the lengths to which these people will go!

Brian, that looks incredibly dangerous.

You've been throwing your pills away again, haven't you?

- Don't be ridiculous. - I found one in the plant pot.

That was a slug pellet.

There aren't any slugs in my house.

That's because they're exceedingly good pellets.

Come back to bed, Brian.

Ooh hoo.

How's that?!

You see, I'm a great loss to English cricket.

I mean, I've got the talent but no coaching.

- Morning, Gerry. - What did you do to your head?

Nothing.

I've been talking to Esther.

You've been a very bad boy.

Yeah, well, Esther gets some daft ideas in her head.

You haven't been taking your medicine.

She doesn't understand, Gerry!

I can't go on poisoning my system with chemicals.

The point is, your system poisons itself

if it's left on its own.

Your body's churning out dodgy chemicals.

And that's why you need these to level it out.

I'm all right, really.

No, you're not, Brian.

I've got to tell you, mate. You haven't been doing your job.

- Oh, come on. - No, no, listen.

This team relies on you

to do the balls-aching crap like these accounts.

But you've been dodging the column.

Yeah, well, it's difficult.

No, it's impossible if you don't look after yourself properly.

Now, come on. Take this.

Go on.

Here.

And no cheating.

Open wide.

No. Again. Come on. Properly.

Yeah. Good boy.

Now, we're gonna carry on like this,

and in no time at all you'll be back to your old self.

Which is quite bad enough.

He was really bad this morning, so I sent for the ambulance.

Let me know when I can see him. If he'll let me.

Really, he'll want you to.

He was so glad you got in touch.

Thanks for this, Karen. We'll take good care of it.

30th of April, 1975.

Total checks and cash received...

£2,375.49.

Hold on, hold on. Look.

14th of May.

£2,375.49 paid into the bank.

There's a pattern emerging!

Not to me there's not.

Morning, Brian. Morning, Gerry.

Morning, Sandra. Morning, Jack.

- How you feeling, Brian? - Yes, fine, fine.

We're on the trail. We're cooking with gas.

Got Frank's diaries.

He never used names in his diaries, only initials.

J.W., B.D., G.M., M.S., G.H.

So J.W... Joe Walsh. B.D... Brendan Dyer.

G.M... George McCready.

- What are the other initials? - Uh, M.S.

No, that doesn't ring any bells at all.

- Can you check with Dyer? - Yeah, sure.

Listen to this. It's a corker.

"G.M."... That's McCready.

"Late for meeting, looking flustered.

Lipstick on collar.

G.H. arrived just after, breathless.

Halfway through meeting before she realized

she hadn't done up all her blouse buttons."

Now, that's what I call industrial action.

McCready spent his whole life

under the suspicion of sexual impropriety.

G.H. Who's G.H.?

Glenys Heyford. The bookkeeper.

She's all over these documents.

So we've got the treasurer knocking off the bookkeeper

and, 30 years on,

misrepresenting her as an incompetent.

- Nice man. - I've got it!

This is an old-fashioned fraud.

It's called "teeming and lading."

You take money out in cash, and you make up the difference

by banking part of next month's income

as if it was this month's.

So that's why the banking was done

a fortnight after the accounts were recorded.

Exactly.

But you can't keep that up for long, surely.

If you keep taking cash out, there must be a deficit

that next month's income can't cover.

Sure.

And if you're not gonna be caught out,

you need to make up the deficiency

with lump-sum payments from somewhere.

In this case, checks coming in from a bank

that's known to do a lot of business with the Soviet Union.

So Soviet checks were coming in,

and cash was surreptitiously being taken out.

Joe Walsh couldn't have set this up.

But he should have spotted it.

No, no, no. He wasn't into figures.

Not a man for detail.

Well, the way things were run at the union,

it had to be the treasurer and the bookkeeper working together.

I had a workplace liaison with an older woman.

So what?

Good grief. People were at it all the time.

We're talking about your complicity in a fraud.

When Joe Walsh was found dead,

that seemed to confirm his responsibility

for the financial irregularities.

Nobody looked very hard at the evidence.

But it is all there.

See if you can get a prosecution going, then.

I know what you'll get from the DPP...

"Not in the public interest."

You think you're fireproof.

So you were the MI5 mole in the union.

Joe Walsh was on the verge

of bringing down a Labour government.

I did what I thought was right.

Oh.

You haven't exactly suffered for it, have you, my lord?

Joe Walsh wasn't only framed,

he died under suspicious circumstances.

Now, we've had a pathologist

look at the reports and the photographs.

And she says that he could have been struck over the head

before he entered the water.

Now, wait a minute.

Since he wasn't responsible for the fraud,

he hardly had a motive for suicide.

We're treating this as a murder investigation.

No, no.

I cooked the books for HMG.

But I didn't kill Joe.

That day in the office, I went straight to a public meeting.

There were witnesses, minutes taken...

Even, if I remember right, photographs.

We'll check.

If you must.

But if Joe really was murdered...

Well?

I left him with Brendan Dyer the day he died.

Now, there was a man with a motive.

He wanted Walsh's job?

Jealousy.

When Brendan was on the picket line,

Joe was shagging his wife.

Rose.

No, of course I couldn't have afforded this

on what I was earning.

Rose's aunt in New Zealand died, and she didn't have any kids.

So she left Rose, you know, a tidy little sum for them days.

So that's one matter cleared up.

Now, we've been going through Frank Benson's diary.

Now, we've identified most of the initials,

but there's one that still puzzles us.

M.S.

Oh. Sorry about that. Excuse me.

M.S.

Yeah. "M.S. put his oar in.

Same old bullshit.

Got up J.W.'s nose more than ever."

That'd be Trotsky.

Trotsky?

Yeah, well, that's what Joe called him.

It was Mark somebody. Mark Seroyan... That's it.

Seroyan?

He was a student. Fancied himself as a political activist.

Was always flogging newspapers down at the dock gates.

Then when the strike kicked off, well, he was all over us, right?

So we let him do the photocopying

and make the tea and that because he loved it

and we needed all the help we could get.

I think he thought it was act one of the revolution.

And Joe Walsh didn't like him?

Nah. Couldn't stand the little pillock.

I mean, Joe was on strike in order to save the docks, right?

Last thing he needed was some kid running around,

winding the lads up to make impossible demands.

Ooh, and he'd have gone ballistic

if he'd have known about Anita.

Known what?

Well, Anita and him,

they had a bit of a do together, you know?

And Joe didn't know?

No, like I said, there'd have been bloody trouble if he had.

Brendan, we're gonna have to talk to Rose.

Oh, she's at home, packing.

I'll write the address down for you.

Thanks.

You'll have to be quick.

We are catching the evening tide.

You hope.

McCready told Sandra that Joe Walsh and Rose

were having a bit of a thing.

Christ, I miss the '70s.

Sandra, yeah, we've identified M.S.

A guy called Mark Seroyan.

And we've just been told

that he was having a thing with Anita Walsh.

Well, he's in for £20 million by Friday evening, or he's out.

I've got investors fighting for a piece of this stadium.

They're in the office right now.

Well, the ball's in his court.

The Olympics are doing wonders for the East End,

I believe, Mr. Seroyan.

Well, if you take the risks, you deserve the rewards.

The revolution's been postponed, then?

Capitalism is revolution.

Marx understood that.

I mean, look at the docklands 30 years ago

and the docklands today.

"All that is solid melts into air."

"All that is holy is profaned."

"Communist Manifesto." 1848.

Yeah, but that's not what we're here about.

You were involved with the crane drivers' union

at the time of Joe Walsh's death.

That's putting it strongly.

I was trying to influence the line the union took.

And quite frankly, I wasn't very successful.

Which is no bad thing, in the light of history.

We understand there was friction between you and Joe Walsh.

At the time, I would have called it comradely disagreement.

Anita Walsh.

Ah. Anita.

Hasn't that kid done well?

I think she might be worth more than me.

You had a relationship with her.

Student holds hands with schoolgirl?

Not what I call a relationship.

Where were you the night Joe Walsh died?

With Anita, actually.

I, uh...

I dragged her off to an Italian film.

"The Organizer."

Marcello Mastroianni as a 19th-century trade unionist.

We snogged in the back row.

Ask her.

I thought we were totally discreet.

When you're playing away, someone always clocks it.

So you're confirming that you had an affair with Joe Walsh?

They say power is an aphrodisiac.

Well...

It worked for me.

Joe was a very impressive man.

- Did Brendan know? - No.

Does he know now?

If it had been anyone else, I would have told him.

And I would have felt better in my conscience for doing so.

But...

Brendan worshiped Joe.

He loved him far more than I ever did.

And it would have been like

taking something precious from him.

Well, we're going to have to put it to Brendan now.

We're looking at motives for murder.

Well, I'll tell him.

No, I'm sorry. That's not how it works.

Brendan, this is going to be very difficult for you,

but there's no way I can wrap it up.

When did you find out that Rose and Joe Walsh

were having an affair?

She was?

Rose confirmed it.

Agh! You're lying.

No, Brendan.

Well, I want to talk to Rose, then.

Yes, I can appreciate that.

But it's important that you talk to us first.

This is a murder inquiry.

Yeah, but you... you can't...

You can't live with somebody for 30 years

and just not know them.

Well, that's the question. Did you know at the time?

Well, of course not!

Otherwise, everything would have been different, wouldn't it?

Maybe everything was different.

Maybe you've been painting a picture all these years,

protecting the memory of a fallen comrade.

No!

Did you kill Joe Walsh?

No! No!

I didn't know anything about this.

Look, I mean,

you two have just blown my whole world apart.

In your last interview you said that,

on the night Joe Walsh died,

you left him in the office while you went off to a meeting.

Who was that meeting with?

Well, uh, we were talking to

the miners' and the railwaymen's union

about them coming out in sympathy.

I mean, it all had to be done very much on the quiet,

you know, 'cause we just assumed

that the union was being spied on.

And can anyone you met confirm this?

Yeah.

Um...

Well, uh...

We... We are talking about the leadership of these unions

30 years ago.

They're all dead.

Yeah.

Brendan, your alibi is that you had a secret meeting

with people who are no longer with us.

Alibi?

Mark Seroyan?

Christ, where did you drag him up from?

He says you were both at the pictures together

on the night of your father's death.

Well, it's not something you're likely to forget, is it?

- So you can confirm that? - Sure.

I spent the entire evening watching heroic workers

battling against the repressive state apparatus...

As if I didn't get enough of that at home...

Whilst being groped by a spotty student

who smelled of baked beans.

The first in a long line of romantic disappointments.

Brendan was miles away the night Joe died.

I made sure of that.

Because Joe and I were together.

Where was this?

In the... in his office.

That's where we always met.

So you were together.

Yes.

And the doorbell rang.

But we ignored it.

And it kept on ringing, and then there was banging on the door.

And it was this young lad, Mark.

They used to call him Trotsky.

Joe said I should go.

But I wanted to know what was going on so I stayed.

And Mark seemed very scared.

He wanted to talk to Joe about Anita.

Apparently they had been having a relationship.

I'm not your comrade, you pathetic little tosser!

You telling me you've been sniffing 'round my daughter?

Joe was really losing it.

So, what did you do then?

Well, I was afraid something awful might happen.

Joe had a terrible temper.

Come on, you little toe-rag!

And I kept thinking I should do something.

And then Anita suddenly turned up out of nowhere.

Dad, for God's sake, you're killing him!

Get off!

Get him off me!

And he goes down.

Dad!

Dad, please!

I've killed him.

And then the two of them are talking.

Anita, please!

- Leave this with me. - I've killed him!

Come here. Just go! Go!

You were never here! Understand?

Just go! Go!

Well, Anita ran off and so did I.

But you never did anything or told anyone?

He was dead.

What good could I have done?

And think of the harm.

Harm to Brendan. Harm to Anita.

Think about it.

You should have gone to the police, Rose.

Well, don't you think I have questioned what I did

every single day of my life for the last 30 years?

Okay, Jack.

Yeah, thanks. Bye.

I'm sorry, Anita, but I'm going to have to ask you

to accompany us to the station.

What?

I'm arresting you on suspicion of murdering Joseph Walsh.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense...

I know all that off by heart. I've written it enough times.

You could make a macro of it.

Then you'd only have to hit the one key.

Let's go.

A witness puts you on the quayside with Walsh,

unconscious, perhaps dead.

Did you put him in the river?

That's, uh, not quite how it was.

After Anita went, I, uh...

I threw the pipe into the river.

I thought... I don't know.

Fingerprints, evidence. I-I wanted to confuse things.

I needed to make it look like an accident.

So I decided to pull Joe's body into the water too.

Come on, you little...

It was an accident.

He lost his balance.

He never came up again.

Did Anita know about this?

Uh...

I only spoke to her the once

to make sure we were on the same page

about where we were that night.

I wanted to tell her what happened,

try to explain, but, uh, she was so angry with me.

You didn't tell her he wasn't already dead?

I couldn't.

How could I tell her what I'd done?

We didn't speak again.

You mean I didn't kill him?

No.

He was alive when you left the scene.

Whether the injury was ultimately the cause of death,

well, I can't decide on that.

But we'll submit a report to the Crown Prosecution Service.

And then they'll decide who gets charged with what.

A 30-year nightmare.

I want you to know

that I think this inquiry has been quite outstanding.

Good of you to say so, sir.

I mean, we've been dabbling

in some pretty deep and murky waters...

Politics, Security Services and so forth.

But we've shown no fear or favor.

And I think we've come through it with flying colors.

Well, it's been a team effort, sir.

Yeah, well, Brian's achievements

in forensic accountancy

deserve a special mention, I think.

Absolutely. Yeah.

Thanks very much.

No, I mean that's what cracked the case wide open...

Brian following the paper trail like a...

Ferret. Right little ferret.

Y-Yes.

Following it relentlessly to a remarkable conclusion.

I don't know what you've been taking, Brian,

but perhaps we should all be on it.

Uh-huh.

First thing this morning.

Well, it's a result but not the one I expected.

Yes, well, uh...

- You look after yourself, Frank. - Ah.

Jack...

I never told you how sorry I was about Mary.

Yeah, well, you don't need to.

I was more than... More than sorry, Jack.

I was heartbroken.

I can say it now.

I was in love with her.

Ever and always.

Look, you don't have to...

I do need to... I need to tell you.

I tried to take her from you.

Bloody hopeless.

Now, she did nothing wrong. It was all on my side.

She kept it a secret because of our friendship.

- Not the strike, then? - Nah.

20 years of having

the world's happiest couple shoved in my face.

Couldn't take it anymore.

Mind you, I still owe you a bollocking over Orgreave.

Well, I've survived a few of those.

Well...

- She was... - Yes.

We best not leave it so long next time, eh, Jack?

Best not.

So I suppose you think you're a bit of a dark horse, eh, Mary?

Well, actually, I knew all along.

I'm a detective, remember?

Didn't deceive me.

So you have no secrets,

no reason to feel guilty.

You just sleep easy, eh?

Good night, love.

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