All language subtitles for New Tricks - S04E01 - Casualty

Oh, not again.

What is this, "Return
of the Living Dead"?

Mary.

My Mary.

You ran her down.

You did it.

You know, you really
are one sad old man.

Maybe.

But unlike you, I won't
be growing older in prison.

Yeah, well, even prison's better

than bouncing off a car
bonnet at 70 mile an hour.

You should have seen
her handbag fly, Jack.

Went nearly as far as she did.

You think I spent all my time
figuring out a way to kill you?

Here.

There you go.

Right.

My turn in the front.

- I've got the handbag.
- It's still my turn, isn't it?

Just get in!

Oh!

Bloody women drivers.

♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

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

♪ 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 ♪

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Broke me metatarsal.

How cool is that?

What was Jack doing last night?

That was Hanson, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Jack?

Jack?

- Jack?
- Huh?

You all right, mate?

Who are you?

Go in now.

What did he say?

He says I'm fine. Okay to go.

Well, they need the bed.

- I'll run you home.
- How are the boys?

It's family only for now.

That was quite a pileup you had.

Any of it come back to you?

Okay. Well, take it easy
for the next day or so.

I've arranged some help for you.

- Help?
- With the new office. The move.

Move again.

- Well, it was mooted...
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Who knows how long it'll
be before the boys are back.

Do you mind if I get
dressed now, sir?

Oh, yeah. I'll be outside.

I'll Is the food
really that bad?

Repellant. Like school dinners.

Does it really hurt?

What? Oh, yes! Terrible. Yeah.

Scampi sends his love.

Does he?

Tell him

I've got your pillow...

There.

And your pajamas.

And...

Your slipper.

And, um,

your "Prussian Infantry Uniforms
of the Seven Years' War."

Oh, brilliant.

Well, how's the food?

Lovely. Like school dinners.

How's it been without me?

Very quiet.

How are you, Jack?

He can't remember anything.

Oh.

Soon as possible, really.

Ricky Hanson. Yeah.

Last seen at the Black
Boy pub in Catford,

night of the 17th.

Yeah.

Cheers, bye.

Sandra.

I'd like you to meet
D.C.I. Karen Hardwick.

Delighted.

I've heard so much about
you, so much about all this.

Karen's a great fan of UCOS.

I've explained the situation,
and she's eager to get started.

Sir, could I have a word?

Is she a serving officer?

Karen's about to retire.

So how long do you
envisage her being with us?

These are shots of the
smash at the Black Boy pub.

You must have been
going at quite a speed.

The crash was
on private property,

so there's no official comeback.

But if you could try
to recall what went on,

it might help avoid
some awkward questions.

Well, the good news is that
your brain scan came back clear.

The memory loss
may only be temporary.

Best course we have is
simply to wait and see.

Thank you.

Mr. Standing, how do you feel?

Well, not too clever, actually.

I mean, it's not just my neck.

- Ohh.
- My back's really giving me gyp.

- And last night my chest...
- Ahh.

Well, that'll just be
your atrial fibrillation.

My what?

Irregular heartbeats.

It's quite common
in a man of your age.

But just to be on the safe
side, we'll fit you with a monitor

and keep an eye on
you for the next 48 hours.

Oh, right. Right.

Brian. Eye still bothering you?

No, he is.

Oh.

I want to know the exact
nature of this medication

he's trying to administer.

I've learned to have
a healthy distrust

of some of the more
virulent products

of the pharmaceutical industry.

Ah. Norman, that's
fine. Give it to me.

It's an anti-inflammatory.

To try and reduce the
periorbital swelling of the eye.

Oh. Right, then.

Thank you.

But thanks for
keeping us on our toes.

Ugh.

Still, I understand
your apprehension,

especially given what
happened here 10 years ago.

Why, what happened?

Three men died, all
on the same night,

in this very room.

Albeit not retired
police officers,

I'm pleased to say.

What was all that about?

Norman, come here.

He just said something
about three blokes

dying in here the same night.

Well, they only ever
proved that one of them

was actually murdered.

Before my time.

But I don't think they
caught anyone in the end.

Although of course they sacked
the poor nurse who was on duty.

Scary.

Ooooh!

Hello, governor!

Hi, guys.

Sandra?

Jack.

- How are you feeling?
- I don't know.

I'm having difficulty
remembering things.

I heard you were
at death's door.

We are.

Well, didn't you
bring us anything?

Oh, some grapes
would have been nice.

So how long before
you're back on your feet?

Ah, look, she misses us already.

Strickland's organized
cover for you.

She's a Detective
Chief Inspector.

- "She"?
- A woman?

Another woman in
that office with you?

He's also hinted that
she may not be short-term.

- What?
- He can't do that.

Well, work has to go
on. UCOS can't stop.

Well, we are working.

We've just started
looking at a new case.

Oh, yeah?

No, no, he's right. In this
very room 10 years ago.

Still unsolved, apparently.

Bloke was murdered.
Possibly three.

All on the same night.

We could be looking
for a serial killer.

Really?

Oh, yes. It's big.
Very big, tell him.

Tell Strickland
that despite injuries

that would have
broken lesser men,

we are still functioning

in the same smooth,
unruffled way we always have.

I've done the filing...

As you didn't give me
any other work to do.

Coffee?

Thanks, yeah. Milk, no sugar.

I heard about your
crash. Sounds horrible.

What happened?

Cheers.

There is something, actually.

1997, there was a murder
at St. Edwards Hospital.

A patient. Can
you get me the file?

- Have you got a name?
- No. Sorry.

Ohh.

Um, do you ever work nights?

I'm gay.

That's all right. So am I.

Aah!

I said gay, not S and M.

Cor.

Thank you.

Good morning.

Hello.

Oh, how do?

Um, gentleman over there?

Oh, no, him? Deaf as a post.

Thank you.

Hey, hey. What's this?

Right. Alan White, 44.

Teacher from Surrey. Married
with an 1 1-year-old son.

In here after crashing
his car on the A3.

On the night of May 1, 1997,

he died after receiving a
massive overdose of diamorphine.

This is good. Did you do it?

Yeah. Sort of.

Two other patients
died on the same ward

on the same night...

Reginald Beery
and Stuart Monkton.

- Jack?
- Mm?

Oh.

Sorry. I must have dropped off.

Are we working?

Yes.

Dr. McKenzie thought it
would help you recuperate.

- Who?
- Dr. McKenzie?

Both Monkton and
Beery were terminally ill,

and their postmortems confirmed

that their deaths were
in no way suspicious.

However, it soon became clear
that White had been murdered

when his drip was found
to have been interfered with

in the middle of the night.

Can you... Can you
just loosen the sheets

on the bottom of my bed, please?

I think I've got a corn coming.

- Two principal suspects...
- Gently, gently, gently.

Were the duty nurse,
Sophie Oyekambi,

and Duncan Freedman,
a senior houseman

and the last doctor
on call to see the men

earlier in the evening.

Any motive?

Well, that's the problem.
There wasn't one.

Both Oyekambi and Freedman

denied having anything to do
with what happened, obviously.

Nobody was seen to go in
or out of the ward that night.

But without DNA or prints,

they couldn't prove that
either were responsible,

and so in the end
the case was shelved.

- Gov, can you move my pillows?
- Shut up.

The hospital authorities
were less forgiving,

and they sacked
Oyekambi for negligence.

So where is she now?

Well, this is interesting.

I've got addresses for
most of the people involved,

but even the hyperefficient
Karen Hardwick

can't locate Oyekambi
or Freedman.

But Oyekambi's Nigerian,

so there's a good chance
she's not even in the country.

Maybe somebody here would know.

Failing that, I could always...

Well, never mind.
It's a bit complicated.

Fine. You deal with that.

I'm gonna go and
see White's widow.

I think it's time we
let the victim's family

know what we're doing.

Detective Chief
Inspector Karen Hardwick?

Yeah, why? Do you know her?

Hey, hey. I know her, all right.

Oh, Christ. Not another one.

No, no, no, no. I
worked with her.

She's good. She's very good.

She gets her claws into a ca...

I tell you what.

If we don't crack
this case, she will.

Listen...

Ricky Hanson's disappeared.

Now, I should put a
police guard on Jack.

But then I'd have
to alert Strickland.

Well, he's all right
as long as we're here.

I may be paranoid,
but I think Strickland

has put Hardwick into the
office to find out about the crash.

Which means that Jack
won't just get sacked...

He'll be up for
attempted murder.

So keep an eye on him, eh?

And be careful.

Sandra. How are the boys?

Fine. Fine. On the mend.

Good. Good.

I rang Shirley White.
The dead man's widow.

I left a message.
Haven't heard back yet.

No joy on Oyekambi
and Freedman as yet,

but this is Ray
Monkton's address.

He's the son of the
man who died of cancer.

He may have remembered
something in the meantime.

I understand you know Gerry.

Gerry Standing?

Oh, God. Oh, he's
a shocker, isn't he?

How do you put up with him?

So you're keeping
your minds exercised

on our little cause célèbre?

Trouble is we're having problems

finding some of
the people involved.

Were you here then?

Fortunately, no.

I was on a year's sabbatical.

Fiji.

Fiji? Ooh, nice.

Did you know Dr. Freedman?

Or the nurse who was sacked?

Sophie Ok... Oke...
She was Nigerian.

Yes, I did.

Yeah, she was all right.

He was a bit odd.

Odd?

Mm. Never felt he was a
doctor you could fully trust.

Too touchy-feely for my liking.

Very keen to "feel
the patient's pain."

Is that bad?

Well, it's perverse.

Don't want to feel
my patients' pain.

Want to get rid of it.

You don't know where
he is now, do you?

Seems he's left the NHS.

No.

And good.

Everything okay, Gerry?

Yeah. I think the
doctor seems to think so.

Not too tight?

No, no, they're
fine. They're fine.

Uh-oh. Hello, ladies.

Mr. Popular.

- Hello.
- Hello, love.

- Hi.
- Hello. How are you?

Who was driving?!

In the crash?

Superintendent
Pullman, I presume?

Ray Monkton.

I'll wait outside.

I'll be right with you.

I forgot my Wellies.

Ah. Sorry.

It's not exactly
Herriot country, is it?

Well, it's all part of being
a vet, even in Essex.

Right. Let's start again.

Thanks for agreeing
to talk to me.

Not at all.

I presume this means
you didn't find the guy

who killed the bloke
next to my dad?

Alan White. No.

But the case was never
closed, which is why I'm here.

Do you remember
the night in question?

Well, you don't tend to forget
the night your father died.

Course not. Sorry.

Do you mind telling
me what happened?

Well, my mother and I
saw my dad around 8:00.

I drove her to and
from the hospital

every day for about two weeks.

That night we stayed an hour.

But he wasn't
really there anymore.

He was so ill, what with
the medication and so on.

I understand that your
mother's no longer alive.

No. She died a
couple of years later.

Do you remember anything
odd that night on the ward?

In relation to White and Beery,
who was the other man who died.

No.

White's wife and son...
He was just a boy...

They were pretty upset.

But, then, so were
me and my mum.

When they said the man in
the next bed had been killed,

we didn't know what to think.

But the PM on my father
said he died from his cancer,

so that was that.

Okay. Well, thanks very much.

But if you do remember
anything, let us know, yeah?

- Sure.
- Cheers.

Aren't they great?

I've just cut them from
the garden this morning.

Lovely.

Where are you going?

Well, I'm contracted
from 9:00 to 5:00.

Yeah, I know.

But in UCOS we tend to be a
bit more flexible with our hours.

Not me, I'm afraid.

I've usually got something
on in the evenings.

African drumming tonight.
Swimming tomorrow.

Then there's the
gym, tae kwon do,

an art class I try and fit in.

Oh, and of course Spanish.
I've a villa in Málaga.

It's only two
bedrooms and the pool,

but there's a great
riding stables nearby.

No kids. What else am I
going to spend the money on?

See you tomorrow.

How did they get on the
ward without being seen?

First of May, 1997.

Cup final?

Solar eclipse?

Earthquake?

- Election!
- What?

First of May, 1997.

The night Labor
got in. Election night!

What about it?

They'd have all have been
crowded 'round the TV sets.

Especially in a hospital.

Doctors, nurses.
The whole lot of them.

Of course.

No wonder no one saw anyone.

Right. Good. Now
we're getting somewhere.

Well, I'm glad
you sorted that out.

Sorry, girls. That's
all, I'm afraid.

Oh, dear, what a
shame. Time to go.

Take care of yourself,
love. I'll see you tomorrow.

- Bye, darling.
- Yeah. Thanks for everything.

- Be good.
- Aren't I always?

Ho ho!

Good night.

Okay. Time to
remove the spaghetti.

Your tests all came back fine.

Ah, terrific.

I don't know how
you put up with them.

But, then, I don't know
how someone like you

got as far as you
did in the Met.

Especially in the '70s.

Sorry?

- Being gay.
- Eh?

It's all right. Nyreen told me.

No, no, no, no. That
was a little wind-up.

- Don't worry.
- Oh!

I'd already guessed it.

It's all right. I'll
do that, thank you.

Takes one to know one. You
know what the giveaway is?

Those three fag hags
that keep visiting you.

Those are my ex-wives.

Well, there you are.

You keep trying to
deny your true sexuality.

But in the end, it's
just not possible, is it?

Excuse me, I've
got four daughters!

- No.
- Yes!

That's amazing.

So have I.

Jack?

Brian?

He's got your number, ducky.

"Only two bedrooms and a pool,

but it's got a great
riding stables nearby."

Meh, meh, meh, meh!

Why aren't you in hospital?

Too risky.

It's nice.

Night of the election.
How did he remember that?

Karen rang Shirley
White yesterday,

but we haven't heard back.

I think the evening's probably
the best time to catch her.

But it's a cold call. She
won't know we're coming.

Are you sure you're okay?

I remember the last time
you drove me anywhere.

And this is my car.

Ah.

Mrs. White?

Yes?

I'm sorry. We did ring the
bell, but there was no answer.

I'm Detective
Superintendent Pullman.

This is Gerry Standing.

What's happened?

We're from the Unsolved
Crime and Open Case squad.

I've never heard of it.

We're re-examining the events

surrounding your
husband's death.

Why? Who decided this?

It's an unsolved
killing, Mrs. White.

I don't want to talk
about it. It's too upsetting.

Mrs. White, I appreciate
how difficult this is for you.

No, you don't.
It's too horrible.

Look, I can't. I just can't.

Mrs. White, whoever
killed your husband

could still be out there.

It's our duty to bring them in.

We just want to ask you

if you can remember
anything at all about the night.

No, I don't want
anything to do with it!

Now, go away!

Please. I want you to leave.

Mrs. White, your son was
with you at the hospital.

Maybe we could
have a word with him.

- No.
- He's grown up now, Mrs. White.

He can make his own decisions.

Could we have his
address, please?

Absolutely not!

I want you to get
off my property!

You're trespassing!
This is my home.

Sorry, Mrs. White.
Thanks for your time.

I only asked for his
address, not his life savings.

What was all that about?

Mr. Halford? Where you going?

I'll call you back.

Stop! Mr. Halford.

Abracadabra.

Mr. Halford!

"Freedman, D."

Here we go.

Yes!

What have we got? We've
got "Freedman, personal."

I like it, I like it.

Mr. Halford, what do
you think you're doing?

- What?
- Come on. Out of here.

Where am I?

Freedman, Freedman...

"Resignation."

Oh, yes!

Resignation.

"Dear Sirs, it is
with great regret..."

Yes, I'll have that.

I'm so sorry!

I don't know what came over me.

I must have been sleepwalking.

Thank you so much, nurse.
I don't know what happened.

Are you all right?

Yes, yes. I'm fine. Thank you.

Come on. Back to bed.

Ah. Thank you very much.

- Sleep well.
- And you.

Good night.

Hi.

Sophie Oyekambi's
present address.

Nigerian Expatriates
Welfare Association.

I called them.

They rang back with the
info in a couple of minutes.

- It was just a hunch.
- Sophie do-what?

The "oy" is silent.

Still no joy with Dr. Freedman,
but I'm working on it.

Gerry Standing.

Hey, hey. How are you, Karen?

Landed on your
feet here, didn't you?

Yeah. I see you've added a
few personal touches as well.

I suppose you'd prefer
beer all over the walls

and six months of fag
ash under your feet.

How do you two know each other?

Oh, we worked together
on the pedophile unit.

Gerry made me feel
very welcome my first day

by trying to chat me up.

Ha! Made everyone laugh.

Did it?

Yes! I was his new governor.

Come on, Don Juan.

See you later.

Here you go, governor. Number 6.

I am not paying the rent. No!

Not until they fix
the hole in the floor

and the smell coming
from downstairs... No!

- Sophie Oyekambi?
- I am not talking to you!

Go away!

We're not here about your flat.

Agh!

Go away! Go away,
or I will call the police!

We are the police.

Hello, Sophie. Do you
want to put that down?

I like you.

It's a gift.

Why do you want to talk to me?

- We're part of a team...
- What is your name?

Gerry Standing.

Gerry.

I will answer your
questions, Gerry.

Okay, we need to ask you about

the night that Alan White
died in St. Edwards...

No! It was not me! Why
are you blaming me?

- I was not the one responsible.
- We're not just speak...

I don't talk to you.
I only talk to Gerry.

You must ask the
questions. Then I will answer.

Okay, then.

You tell me, where
were you that night?

I was in the nurse's
station. Next to the ward.

All night?

Yes, of course, all night.

And you didn't see anyone
else come into the ward,

not after the patients'
families had left?

No. I was on my own.

You're saying that you didn't
see anything that happened

to Mr. White at all?

- You're saying I'm a liar?
- No.

I'm simply asking
how it's possible

for you not to
have seen anything.

No! I will not be a
scapegoat again.

They fire me just
because I'm a nurse.

And because I'm
Nigerian and black,

they can just get rid of me.

And all the while, Dr. Freedman
escape with nothing.

He keep his job, and I am fired!

Sophie, all we
want is the truth.

The truth?

The truth is that
in this country,

the people who run the
hospitals are the doctors.

They protect each other.

They care nothing for
the nurses or the patients

or their families.

Oh, no. They
can just go to hell!

- Let's calm down, shall we?
- No, I won't calm down!

I am a good nurse.

But because of what they do,

I cannot get any
work as a nurse at all.

Now I must work in kitchens
and cleaning and all that shit.

All because Freedman
and the doctors there

protect each other
and talk together lies.

I am a princess, ah? You know?

I come from a royal family.

I should be living in a
palace, not a shithole like this.

You tell me about the truth.

The truth does not exist.

- Miss Oyekambi...
- I don't speak to you!

I don't like you.
You disrespect me.

- Sophie...
- Unh-unh!

I am not a liar.

Go away. I don't
want to talk to you.

And you have
disappointed me, Gerry.

I tried to talk to you
because you are a nice man.

But I think perhaps
you too are full of deceit.

You must leave now.

Go!

Mad angry or mad hatter?

Nah. Fantasist.

That's probably how
the killer got in unseen...

She was away with the fairies.

What if she's delusional?

She cooperated with
the original inquiry.

No sign of her being
off the wall then.

She is now.

That's why she's
top of the list.

Not necessarily.

Dr. Duncan Freedman
was suspended

by the hospital authorities
for six months in 1999.

Inappropriate conversations
with the relatives

of terminally ill patients.

What about?

In actual fact, euthanasia.

A year later he sent a letter
of resignation to the GMC

and stopped operating
as a medical practitioner.

After which he
started Time to Go.

Which is a charity
dedicated to the promotion

of voluntary euthanasia.

How did you get all this?

Well, been digging
around, you know?

How did you manage to
track her down, by the way...

The mad princess?

Oh, um, the Nigerian
Expatriates Welfare Association.

I told you Karen was good.

You sure she's about to retire?

Could be Strickland's
looking to replace all of us.

Come on. We
need to see a doctor.

And you two...

Try and behave.

He'd have to be on the
bleeding top floor, wouldn't he?

Come on.

I don't remember saying come in.

I don't remember asking.

Detective Superintendent
Pullman, UCOS.

This is Gerry Standing.

You're a difficult man to
track down, Mr. Freedman.

- Doctor.
- Only just.

So, what can I do to help
the custodians of the law?

We're reinvestigating
the murder of Alan White.

Ooh. "Time to Go."

It is after you've climbed
up those bleeding stairs.

We're a registered charity

dedicated to advising
those people committed...

Voluntary euthanasia.
Yeah, we know.

Interesting choice of work.

Especially in light of
the way Alan White died.

I don't kill people.

My whole raison d'être is
helping people not to suffer.

Helping or encouraging?

I happen to believe
that people have a right

to end a life of unbearable
pain by their own hand.

I'm now at liberty to help
them travel to a country

where they can act
upon that ethical belief.

You sure you didn't act upon

that "ethical belief"
10 years ago?

Course not.

The hospital
authorities didn't take

such a benign view, did they?

Especially when they found you

talking to the relatives
of dying patients

about the joys of euthanasia.

A lot of families are at their
wits' end in such situations.

Who knows how stoic you'll
be when your time comes?

You might be grateful
for someone like me.

Yeah. Charity, eh?

So you do all this for nothing?

There are running
costs and expenses.

And of course little
trips. To Switzerland.

As I said, I had nothing to do
with what happened back then.

No.

Sophie Oyekambi says you
let her carry the can for that one.

Oh, is that where
this is coming from?

From her? Did she
tell you I killed White?

Whoa.

I do hope you're more calm
when you're discussing matters

in your professional capacity.

I've nothing further
to say to you.

Goodbye.

Don't go anywhere for
the next few days, will you?

Doctor.

No!

No.

- No!
- Jack, Jack, Jack.

You were shouting.

Brian, what happened
in the car park?

What happened
with Hanson? Tell me.

You tried to kill him, Jack.

You tried to run him down.

Sandra drove into
you to stop you.

Why? Why would...

He killed Mary.

Brian.

He killed my Mary.

Ah.

Thanks very much, friend.

Hi. Can I help you?

I don't think so.

Hello. Operator.

Yes, can I make a reverse-charge
call, please, to Miss...

No, no, better make
that Ms. Sandra Pullman?

Yeah.

Sorry? Oh, the number, yes.

The number's, um...

Bloody hell.

- Jack.
- Mm?

- Jack.
- Mm?

Say hello to the wife.

Aah!

Nothing like a
breath of fresh air.

Brian, what the hell
happened last night?

Ricky Hanson killed Mary.

It was him who ran her down.

That's why Jack tried
to repay the compliment.

Whew!

Oh, my God.

Am I in the right shop?

My, my. Aren't we smart?

You know, hitting Hanson
with that oxygen cylinder

was extraordinarily
invigorating.

Top man.

Should have knocked
his bleeding head off.

You can't possibly
be that stupid.

Hanson's been charged
with attempted murder.

He's in police
custody as we speak.

What do you think
he's telling them?

Hmm?

Strickland already thinks

there's something
dodgy about the car crash,

which is why he planted
a spy in the office.

We're buggered.

What do you mean we're buggered?

Jack, us three are
accessories after the fact.

Strickland could have us
up for aiding and abetting,

perverting the
course of justice.

I didn't ask you to
come and stop me.

You were gonna to kill him!

Self-defense.

At the wheel of a car?

Oh...

Maybe they won't find out.

We've got to make
sure they don't.

Exactly.

Yeah, but if they do,
we could go to prison.

We'd be shown to be corrupt.

And, of course, there'd
be no more UCOS.

There is one solution.

Hanson.

He's in police custody.

- And?
- No better place.

It was a joke.

Oh, bloody hell, Jack.
Why did you have to do it?

Brian, he killed my wife.

Oh, sorry.

Duncan Freedman rang.
Wanted to apologize.

Said you'd taken
him by surprise.

So I was finally able
to check him out.

Time to Go is totally legit.

Registered with the
Charity Commission in 2001.

He's got a house in Acton,
two other properties abroad.

Divorced nine years ago

with two daughters he
never sees, apparently.

Sorry it's a bit sketchy,
but I only had half an hour.

Blimey. You lot have
been in the wars.

Oh, yeah. Karen Hardwick.

Jack Halford.

Hendon, 1978.

Best lecture in practical
policing I've ever heard.

Thank you.

Brian Lane.

"Memory" Lane.

It's a privilege.

And I tried to recreate your
desk exactly as you left it.

I hope it's okay.

Will you excuse me? I'm
just on my way to the loo.

So...

How much do you think she heard?

I told you, she's a plant.

So, what do we do?

We go back to work.

Now, which is my desk?

Thank you.

Sandra Pullman.

Hi, it's Ray Monkton.
You left me a message.

Oh, hi, yeah. Thanks for
getting back to me so soon.

Hi. Beautiful animal.

Very beautiful, very
expensive animal.

Do you ride?

You're joking. I
used to pray for one.

Do your kids ride?

No, no. Don't have
kids. Never married.

Don't suppose you've
had any more thoughts

about the night in
question, have you?

No, I, uh...

Do you remember the
nurse who was on duty?

She was black. Nigerian.

Yeah, I do remember her.
She was very... excitable.

Are you allowed to say that?

Definitely. I've met her.

But nice. Her and the doctor.

Freedman.

So they were on
the ward together?

Yeah. I remember
they were very pally.

Laughed a lot.

Laughed a lot?

It was quite nice, really.

It lifted the mood in
a strange kind of way.

She was pretty
gorgeous actually.

Hello, Sophie.
Thanks for coming in.

I came only because your
man said Gerry will be here.

- Hello, Sophie.
- Gerry is a nice man.

Never thought
I'd hear that said.

See, the thing is, Sophie,

since I last spoke to you,

I've been talking to
people who remember you.

What people?

They said you
were very beautiful.

Yes. I was.

You still are, Sophie.

I am a shadow of my former self.

But then... back then...

men...

Duncan Freedman.

I don't want to talk
about that man.

I've been told that you
and he were friends...

That you liked
him, he liked you.

Is that the reason
you're so angry, Sophie?

Because you got punished?

I mean, you were good friends,
but you took all the blame.

Sophie, did you see
Duncan Freedman

at all that night after
he finished his rounds?

No, he was never
there. Not at all!

He wasn't there.

It was the night that
Labor got elected.

You sure you didn't
pop out of the ward

to see the results coming in?

I am Nigerian. I
don't have a vote.

He wasn't there, I tell you.

I don't care about
Duncan Freedman.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Really?

He's a handsome man.

I reckon he must have been

a really good-looking
bloke back then, yeah?

He was.

Sophie, were you and
Duncan Freedman lovers?

He was chicken with hat on rice
make good fly to live in bucket.

- Sophie?
- Jesus!

- Get help!
- Sophie?

It's all right.

Okay.

Breathe, Sophie.

Whoa.

Okay. You wait here.

I'll be back in a
moment, all right?

Hi.

Um, what you saw was
probably a complex partial seizure.

A form of epilepsy.

The fits can vary in severity

from tiny incidents
of just a few seconds

to, well, quite
long-lasting incidents.

How often do they occur?

Seizures may come and go.

They may disappear
for quite long periods.

The sufferer may even be
unaware they've had an attack.

But can they do anything?

Well, they can appear
to continue to function,

perform routine tasks,
but not specific ones.

Like administering diamorphine?

I very much doubt it.

- Can we speak to her?
- Sure. She's fine now.

But keep it short, and try
not to let her get too excited.

Hang on to that.

Sophie.

You scared the life out of me.

I scare a lot of people.

I take it no one knew about
you and Duncan Freedman.

He was married.

Where did you used to meet?

In one of the side rooms
at the end of the ward.

He would meet me
there after his rounds.

Sophie, were you together on
the night that the three men died?

No.

A lot of nights we
used to make love.

But to tell you the truth,
on this night we didn't.

He wasn't there.

I only remember
being in the ward

and finding the three men dead.

So I hit the panic button.

Then when it was said it
was murder, I was so scared.

Because I did not know if I
was the one who did this thing.

And because they
could prove that I had.

But even though no one
was accused of the killing,

I was the one who was fired!

So afterwards, when I need
a job, I ask Duncan for help.

But he did nothing!

Nothing to help at all!

I think we should call a halt.

Well, I think you
should tell her

that she couldn't have done it.

You didn't kill Alan White.

It's true.

Sophie, did Freedman know
that you used to have fits?

Uh, I-I don't know.
I don't think so.

Did you know?

Okay. Thank you.

Bye-bye, Sophie.

Gerry, any luck in
finding Freedman?

Yes, actually.

Cheers.

So the epilepsy would explain
why she didn't see anything.

Also why she
never said anything.

If the hospital knew,
she'd have lost her job.

Not that it did her any good.
They still gave her the bullet.

No wonder she's bitter.

She only thinks Freedman
didn't know about her illness.

What if he did?

Let's find out.

You two can try and track
down young Master White.

I thought you were
getting Karen to do that.

- She only works 9:00 to 5:00.
- Huh.

- Will this take long?
- I'll be brief.

When we spoke the other day,
you failed to mention something

rather important regarding
Sophie Oyekambi.

What, to be precise?

Your affair, to be precise.

Pretty gutless.

Letting Sophie take the
can for White's death,

especially seeing
how sick she was.

- What do you mean, sick?
- Epilepsy.

I take it you've heard
of it. You are a doctor.

Well, Sophie
Oyekambi is a sufferer.

Since when?

Since before you knew her.
And I don't mean biblically.

I don't believe you.

No, Mr. Freedman,
I don't believe you.

The fact is, Sophie may
well have had an attack

on the night White died.

Which means she may well
have been speaking the truth

when she said she
didn't see his killer.

Which, in turn, puts you
right back in the frame

as a prime suspect.

That's ridiculous!

Look, if I'd overdosed anybody

it would have
been the other two.

They were terminally
ill, not White!

I didn't kill that man.

I didn't see Sophie that night.

I wasn't there.

So where were you?

Seeing somebody else.

Somebody else?

Another woman.

Why didn't you tell the
original murder team?

Because it would've wrecked
my career if it had got out.

So you were seeing another woman
whilst you were seeing Sophie?

She was married
to another doctor.

This doctor... Was
he away at the time?

A long, long way away?

Fiji, for instance?

Excuse me.

McKenzie!

Gerry, what's happening?

The next time you want
to get back at someone

for shagging your wife,
have the guts to do it yourself!

Don't use us!

No, that's fine, thank you.

How'd it go?

Freedman was definitely
not at the hospital that night.

How come?

Because he was
having rumpy-pumpy

with a certain Mrs. McKenzie.

Shirley White's
son is called Tony,

but I'm damned if I can
find an address for him.

- 'Cause he don't have one.
- What?

Tony White hasn't got an
address because he's dead.

He died in 2000, age 14.

Read all about it.

Why didn't you tell us
about Tony, Mrs. White?

You must have known
we'd find out eventually.

How do you talk about the
death of the person you love?

How do you begin to discuss
the suicide of your only child?

Hmm?

Sorry. We haven't got a choice.

You found him, right?

It was at our old
house. In the garden.

He'd hanged himself.
From an apple tree.

Why? Why did he do
it? Did he leave a note?

I destroyed it.

What did it say?

Was there anything in it
about his father's death?

Mrs. White, did Tony's
decision to kill himself

have anything to do with what
happened to your husband?

I have to know the
answer to this. It's vital.

Did Tony kill his father?

No, of course not.

What did the note say?

Mrs. White, can you show
me a photo of your husband?

You don't have any out.

No.

You destroyed
those too, didn't you?

You didn't know.

You didn't know until Tony died.

No.

What? Know what?

Is that what was in the note?

Her husband and her son.

Mrs. White, I've worked
on cases like this before.

More than I like to remember.

And I know that even
though the abuse may stop...

for the abused,

sometimes the
torment never does.

I can't forgive him.

I can't ever forgive what
he did to my lovely boy.

But what's worse is I
can't ever forgive myself.

Alan White was a teacher,

but we now know something

that the original
murder team didn't...

He was a pedophile.

So we ought to
check into his past.

Where he taught,
at what age groups,

and for how long.

Excuse me.

But surely the original
murder team did that.

No, they'd only have checked out

with the people
he'd fallen out with.

You know, arguments, et cetera.

I'm talking about children.

People who are so scared
they won't say anything.

Ta.

Yeah, but he probably
taught hundreds,

maybe thousands
of kids before he died.

That's a full-scale operation.

You're talking 70, 80 detectives

working full time
around the clock.

I've got this. I did it
when I came on board.

Alan White taught
in four schools

in London,
Hertfordshire, and Essex.

- Essex?
- Yes. Foxhall in Essex.

Cheers.

Hi.

Sorry you've had to wait.

It's all right.
Quite understand.

These are three
colleagues of mine.

- I hope you don't mind.
- How do you do?

I meant to ask
you, but I forgot...

- Where did you go to school?
- Colchester.

That was when you were
13. What about before then?

From 1 1 to 13 I was
at school in Foxhall.

We only stayed for
about 18 months.

We moved after that.

When we spoke before,

why didn't you mention
that you knew Alan White,

that he taught you, in fact, at
Brings Hill School in Foxhall?

Well, you never asked.

How about 10 years ago?
Did they ask you then?

No.

Alan White's son
committed suicide in 2000.

Yeah, I remember
reading about it.

Presumably he killed himself
because he couldn't live

with the memory of
what happened to him.

He'd been abused by his father.

Mm.

Well, I can imagine
how that might destroy

an impressionable young child,

if someone was abused
aged 1 1, say, 12, 13.

That child's hardly
ever likely to forget

what was done to them, are they?

You'd have to be a very
strong-willed individual

to be able to rebuild
your shattered life,

make something
of it, wouldn't you?

Yeah.

But, then, some
people do recover.

No.

No, I don't think a person
like that ever recovers.

Especially if they
come face-to-face

with the man responsible.

And I can quite understand

how that person
might want to kill them.

Particularly if they had a
professional understanding

of how it might be done.

But, then, this is
all hypothetical.

Did your father and mother
recognize him... Alan White?

You know I-I don't remember.

You'll have to ask them.

I'm sorry, you can't.
My parents are dead.

Now, unless you have
any other questions,

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

I've a very busy practice.

I guess I'm very fortunate,

being able to do
the thing I love.

But, then, in the
absence of any family,

it's hardly surprising that
my work is everything to me.

- I'm sorry, sir.
- Sorry?

I know it's very unsatisfactory.

There's no doubt in my mind...
Well, our minds, actually...

What happened, but...

I honestly think that
in a case like this,

no further action
should be taken.

I agree.

Sir, you have to
understand that I wouldn't...

I said I agree.

I agree that in a case like
this we should do nothing.

Sometimes, very occasionally,
that's the best we can do.

Well done, all of you.

- Karen...
- Sir?

About the crash.

In the car park, Ricky Hanson...

Tried to kill you.
Yes, I know, Jack.

It's been made clear to me

that he's long considered
you a man too dangerous

to his activities to allow you
to live, even in semiretirement.

All I can say is how sorry I am

that we didn't work
harder to protect you.

Karen.

That's fabulous.

What?

You think I'm going to
destroy the reputation

of a man like Jack Halford?

A copper with two
commendations for bravery

as well as the
Queen's Police Medal?

A man whose voice
I could still recognize

even after 25 years?

I don't think so.

Then what's that?

Oh, this is just all the
bumf on my place in Spain.

Any of you ever want
somewhere to go for a few days,

you're more than welcome.

I'm off.

- Where to?
- Málaga.

As of 10 minutes ago,
I'm officially retired.

Adios.

Governor...

Can I have a week off?

No.

♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

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

♪ 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 ♪

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