All language subtitles for New Tricks - S04E03 - Ducking & Diving

If the good Lord had intended
man to dive underwater,

he'd have put lead
weights in his head.

It's a nightmare.

Jayne needs a load
of dosh for a new roof.

And now Alison tells me
she needs her patio relaid.

Oh, this is interesting.

When I was a staff
officer at the Yard,

police divers were
part of my remit.

I just wondered if you could
help me financially, you know...

Actually, Jack, I qualified as
a diver when I was on holiday.

Well, takes all sorts.

I never knew you
were a diver, Sandra.

How long did that
take you to learn?

Not very long.

Just a few days
to learn the basics.

Remember Hans and Lotte
Hass on telly when we were kids?

Ho ho! Not many.

I never missed that program.

No. Nor me.

What, you were hooked on diving?

No, no. No, it wasn't that, no.

Well, this was
the '50s, you see?

It was the only show on TV

where you could see
a fit bird in a swimsuit.

How old were you, Gerry?

Oh, don't know.
9, 10, I suppose.

Yeah, I've always had
a thing for older women.

Now there aren't any.

♪ 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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This is fresh evidence in
the case of Marie Sinclair.

Shot dead.

Sinclair, Sinclair.

- Yes, 1989.
- That's the one.

Married woman who
was having an affair

with her husband's employee.

Yeah, and his name
was Michael Dudley.

He disappeared, along with
the security van he was driving,

around the time of the murder.

And the husband was
in the frame for it, right?

Andrew Sinclair.

Dudley's disappearance

has never been solved.

The investigating
officers at the time

believed that Sinclair
killed his wife and the lover.

The Crown Prosecution Service

felt there wasn't enough
evidence to proceed.

That one.

Right, now, this place
is called Whinfield Lake.

It's a disused quarry that
was flooded 30-odd years ago.

Now being turned into a
commercial watersports center.

Are these our guys?

No, no, no. They're doing
an underwater survey.

First time it's been done.

Here we go.

Hang on a second. What is...

It's an old armadillo.

Oh, it is, you know?

I take it this is the van
that Dudley was driving.

Yeah.

What we're looking at here
is a semiarmored vehicle.

Dual purpose.

Can be used for either cash
in transit or secure deliveries.

Look. See?

Double doors at the rear.

And inside that,

an armored blind that
can be pulled down.

- Yes, Brian.
- Any sign of the missing man?

No, the divers didn't
attempt to search.

They just reported it and
then sealed off the site.

Yeah, but it could
be a knockoff.

What was it carrying?
Bullion, cash?

No, no, no. It was just a
straightforward courier run.

The driver was delivering
and picking up packages.

Nothing of high-value insurance.

So I'm tasking you
with reinvestigating

the Sinclair murder and
Dudley's disappearance.

So this time you want
Sinclair done and dusted.

No, I want closure, Gerry.
And I think UCOS can deliver.

Bollocks!

Would you care to expand
on that, Mr. Sinclair?

You're not going to
reinvestigate my wife's death.

You're here to have another go

at pasting me up
for it, aren't you?

New evidence has turned up

relating to Michael
Dudley's disappearance.

Well?

The armored
vehicle he was driving

has been discovered at the
bottom of a flooded quarry.

Whinfield Lake.

Given what's been found
and where that might lead,

is there anything
you'd like to say now

that might help us to
clear the matter up?

I've always told the truth.

Well, let's get back
to basics, shall we?

Where were you on the
morning of September 16, 1989?

I was on the road.

I'd done a visit to a
potential customer

who wanted a quote for
a regular payroll delivery.

We've got you down as
"security company proprietor."

Did that include sales?

Yeah, we were a
tuppence-ha'penny security firm.

I did a bit of everything.

We got taken over shortly after.

Your wife was shot
dead that morning.

According to the
original investigation,

you would have had time to
go home after that meeting,

then get back to the office,
where you were arrested.

Yeah. But I didn't.

What was your relationship
with Michael Dudley?

He was one of the drivers.
We were mates, really.

Did you know Dudley was
having an affair with your wife?

I've been through all this.

Yes, but we're going
to go through it all again.

If Sinclair killed his
wife at their home,

he couldn't have
dumped the van here

and then got back to his office.

Why not?

Because It's too far. He
wouldn't have had time, surely.

No. It's easy-peasy.

I mean, he wouldn't
have messed around

on the A and B roads, would he?

Would have done a
dogleg on the motorway.

That's even further.

No, but it's much, much quicker.

That's what motorways
are for, Brian.

You're thinking like a cyclist.

Have you had this
converted to diesel?

No. Just needs a bit
of attention, that's all.

Mr. Wilmslow?

Gerry Standing. Brian Lane.

- Nice to meet you.
- How do?

So you're the owner
of the site, right?

My company acquired it for
development earlier this year.

- How secure is it?
- It's a big site.

A crested grebe.

A what?

Isn't it wonderful
how nature reclaims

a blighted industrial landscape?

We'll soon deal with nature.

Marie worked part time with
me on the administration side.

Mick Dudley, he was
an interesting bloke.

A good laugh.

The three of us got into
the habit of drinking together,

going out for a meal.

Sounds cozy.

Friends, that's all.

Well...

that's what I thought.

It wasn't that way for Marie.

And how did you find that out?

Marie told me that she and
Mick were attracted to each other.

We didn't have any secrets.

And what about your feelings?

I wanted to know
what that meant for us.

- I didn't want to lose her.
- What did she say?

She said she loved me.

There was no question
of her leaving me for him.

It was just a physical thing.

And your reaction?

Marie knew her own mind.

If that's what she wanted,
if it didn't threaten us,

I wasn't gonna stand in her way.

We had an open relationship.

Are you saying you
never even got angry?

Maybe angry inside
myself. But never violent.

Not with Marie.

I loved her. I still do.

So anyone could
get access to the site?

Yes. They've been
using it for years.

- Nobody tried to stop them.
- Who are "they"?

Divers mostly.

It's well known as what
they call an unregulated site.

That's how we know it'll
work as a commercial venture.

So what's the layout
underwater here?

What you've got is a broad
shelf at about 9, 10 meters

over on the far side.

That's where the
novice divers would do

what's called their
open-water training.

Yeah.

Then there's a drop-off
down to 25, 30 meters.

And just here it goes down
to 40 meters and more.

Ah, and that's where
the van was found.

Mm. That set us back
in development terms.

Every minute of your
inquiry costs me money.

So you had a civilized
discussion with Marie.

What about Mick Dudley?

We had to work together.

You don't start that
sort of discussion

during the tea break, do you?

You mean to tell me you
were working normally

with a friend who was
sleeping with your wife?

Maybe that makes me look like
some sort of creep in your eyes.

It doesn't make me a criminal.

How long did this go on?

Only a few days.

And then Marie was killed
and Mick went missing.

So a few days after you learn

that your wife is
having an affair,

she's murdered and
her lover disappears.

I know how it looks.

I've had all this aggravation
before because of how it looks.

And you still maintain
that Dudley killed Marie?

It's bloody obvious.

Marie must have told
Mick what the score was...

It was just a fling,
they had no future.

Mick killed Marie, and,
well, he did a runner

and left me to take the blame.

Extensive efforts were
made to find him at the time,

both here and overseas, and
yet he was never sighted again.

Very wise of him.

The more obvious explanation
is that you shot Marie,

killed Dudley, and
disposed of his body.

Oh, yeah? So
where's the evidence?

Where's Dudley's
body? Where's the gun?

Sandra Pullman.

Oh, hi. Thanks for
getting back to me.

So, what can you do for us?

You cannot be serious.

This is a murder inquiry.
Of course it's urgent.

Well, the actual crime
took place in 1989.

Well, if that's the best
you can do for me,

I'll have to live
with it, won't I?

- Cheers.
- Underwater search unit?

They're involved in two
current investigations

and won't be able to mount

a full-scale search-and-recovery
operation for us

for at least a week,
maybe even longer.

Wonderful.

We'll have to make
some progress on dry land.

So, what did you
make of Sinclair?

Ooh. Cold fish. Creepy.

Makes him and his missus
seem like a couple of Martians.

He was very agitated about the
van being discovered, wasn't he?

Mm. I'll tell you what.

Go on.

Well, I don't know, but
in a weird sort of way,

I think he loved his wife.

Probably still does.

Maybe.

Course, that doesn't
mean he didn't shoot her.

Fair point.

Look, Gerry.

This is what happens when
you use your enhancement tool.

They're good pictures,
aren't they, yeah?

Here it comes. Here it comes.

What are you doing?

This is fascinating.

Now, look.

You zoom in, and you
can see the rear door lock.

It's been blown open.

So that means that
someone blew the lock

and then dumped
the van in the lake.

Well, that would be the
layperson's view, naturally.

We've been talking to
an explosives expert.

And?

Well, the propagation
of a pressure wave...

A sound or shock wave
from an explosive blast...

Is different in air from water.

What he's trying to say is,

the explosion took
place underwater.

- That is interesting.
- It sure is.

Yeah, the van went
into the lake intact.

Then a diver went
down and blew it open.

I want to know what
was on board that van.

Course, this is
all before my time.

My group didn't get involved
in the security business

until the early '90s.

Yeah. Sinclair's firm
was our first acquisition.

You've acquired
a few since then.

Well, that's how I do business.

So, what did you do before then?

Medical equipment and supplies.

Export mostly. The Middle East.

Would you still have the
records for Sinclair's firm?

Ooh. Now you're asking.

Well, we've, uh...

We've got some archives
down in the basement,

but God knows what's there.

This way. Straight on.

Oh, we've got lots of
ex-policemen working with us.

- Oh, yeah, you would.
- Yeah.

A good ex-copper's
worth his weight in gold.

I wish I was.

Oh, yeah, I had an
estimate for the car.

New short engine. 1,500 quid.

Oh.

You're on your
own with this lot.

See, what we need is...

What would you call
it? Manifest, bill of lading.

Something to show just
what was on board the van.

Oh, there wouldn't be
a document like that.

How come?

Well, think about it
as a post-office van.

There's lots of parcels
from everywhere.

I mean, the contents
could be anything.

Yeah, but see, each
package would be numbered.

So somewhere there'd be a
record of who sent each package.

The consignors, yes.

So in principle you
could trace the consignors

whose stuff was
on a particular van?

And they would
tell you what it was.

Well, theoretically
that's possible, yes,

if they still existed
or if they kept records.

But it would mean
matching piles of documents.

Let's get matching.

Here we are. 1992.

'91. Oh, 1991!

What?

'91, I won the Metropolitan
Police chess tournament.

King's Indian Defense.

Yeah, terrific. Get on with it.

'91, 1990.

Aha! 1989!

Oh, look.

Yes! Yes!

Oh, come on!

Well, I don't envy you your job.

Has its moments.

Just before you get stuck
in, can I have a word?

Yeah, what?

This parcel came today.

Oh, yeah?

I thought it was
my new curtains,

so I started to open it,

and then I realized that
it is addressed to you.

That's all right. I have
no secrets, Esther.

Well, I was beginning to wonder.

It appears to be
rubber garments.

- Rubber?
- Mm.

Fantastic.

Did you send for this?

Confession... I panicked
a bit about your size,

so I opted for petite, yeah?

Have you got something for me?

Yeah. His and hers.

And look, they come
with matching bootees.

And hoods.

Oh! Smell that.

Where did you get
this notion from?

Oh, I've fancied
doing this for years.

Plus, we were watching
this video at work.

Video? I think I need a drink.

And there'll be none of that
when we take the plunge.

- Drinking and diving don't mix.
- What?

Drinking and scuba diving.

You want me to
go diving with you?

Of course, diving.

What else would I
want with wet suits?

I want us to be buddies, Esther.

Exploring the silent world.

Learning the
secrets of the deep.

Absolutely not.

- Never.
- Why not?

I have only ever seen you
flopping about on a Li-Io.

How well can you actually swim?

Like a dolphin.

Oh, please.

Oh, dear!

Right, let's look at
where we've got to.

Well, Sinclair still
denies killing his wife.

And he didn't strike
me as an ideal candidate

for a crime of passion.

Why not?

'Cause there's not much
there in the way of passion.

He's creepy.

And the fact that the
van was broken into

suggests there's more to
it than just a love triangle.

So, Michael Dudley's
disappearance.

Well, we can't trace any
of Dudley's movements

after he picked up a
consignment in his van

near Sinclair's house.

Now, he could have
gone to Sinclair's house

and become victim number two.

Or killed Marie and done a bunk.

Amazing how
popular scuba diving is.

Brian, can we
concentrate on the case?

All sorts of people
qualified as divers.

Prince Charles. Fidel Castro.

Yeah, thank you, Brian.

- Michael Dudley.
- Eh?

I've just checked Dudley's name

along with Marie
and Andrew Sinclair

on the U.K. divers' register.

Michael Dudley
qualified as a dive master

when he was in Australia.

Bloody hell.

So if it was Dudley
who killed Marie

and organized his
own disappearance...

And then dumped
the van in the lake...

And as an experienced diver,

came back later to
retrieve something...

And hence the door blown open.

Do you think Dudley could
have known about the lake

through diving with one of
the clubs that trained there?

Well, we're never
gonna find out, are we?

They were all trespassing.

Oh, thanks for coming in, Gerry.

I take it this isn't
police business.

No, no.

In fact, uh, I need some
help myself right now.

And I got the sense that you
were a bit pressed financially.

Not half.

Well, I need somebody
to cover my late shift

in the control room.

Oh, nothing happens
at that time of night.

Put your feet up, read a book.

And, uh, cash in hand.

If that's suits.

When can I start?

Scotch?

Yeah, why not?

Right.

Off to bed.

Yeah, I'll be up in a minute.

Panther 1-9 to Panther control.

Do what?

Panther 1-9 to Panther
control. Receiving?

Yeah, I'm sorry about
that, Panther 1-9.

Receiving.

Yeah, soon be leaving Heathrow.

1-9 leaving
Heathrow. Understood.

- How's it going?
- Blimey, you work late.

Well, penalty of
being the governor.

Got the hang of it?

Well, it's hardly
rocket science, is it?

There's only a
couple of vans active.

It's important to have a
reliable man in charge.

Gerry.

Ah. Yeah. Thanks, Steve.

Am I right in thinking
that the tax man

doesn't need to know about this?

I learned my business
skills in the Middle East.

Rest easy.

Cheers.

Good boy.

"Rotabagge."

And when you've
got a kid at university

up to her ears in student loans
and she needs a new laptop,

well, you can't say no, can you?

- Five letters.
- But where's it come from, eh?

My motor needs fixing,
the bank are on my back.

Morning, Brian.

Morning, all! Beautiful morning!

Who put that there?

Rotabagge. Five letters.

How can they ask you to
choose between your motor

and your own flesh and blood?

- Rotabagge.
- Rot-a-what?

Oh, it's a crossword.

Cor, where were you last
night? You look like death.

Morning, Jack.

Actually, I'm having
trouble sleeping.

It's financial stress.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Cracked it.

What?

I know what dive clubs
used Whinfield Lake.

Seriously?

See, on the Web,
in the blogosphere,

information sleeps
like a beautiful princess,

only awaiting a kiss

from a subtle and
sophisticated search algorithm.

- Just tell us what you've found.
- Certainly.

It turns out that diving is a
very Web-oriented activity.

Dive clubs have Websites.

Divers contribute to Weblogs.

Dive magazines
have on-line editions.

Now, collating all this data
reveals that 32 dive clubs

can be associated with visits
to Whinfield Lake since 1989.

Cor strewth, we don't have
to talk to all of them, do we?

That's stretching
our resources, Brian.

Can't you prioritize
a bit for us?

We certainly can.
Prepare to be amazed.

Oh, just get on with it.

Here we go. Certainly can.

Deepdeepdive.com newsletter

carried out a survey of
accidents in inland dive sites

over the last 15 years.

Whinfield Lake
only featured once.

Decompression sickness?

That's the bends, Gerry.

Here we go.

"Whinfield Lake.
Accident, December 1995.

An emergency call was made

reporting a diver with
severe pains in the joints

and some sensory-neural
dysfunction.

The symptoms were present

shortly after the
diver surfaced.

First aid was
administered at the time

by the diver's companion,
a Miss Trisha King.

An air ambulance was called

to carry the diver to the
nearest recompression chamber."

What was the outcome?

The patient made
a full recovery.

Well, good luck to him.
But where does that get us?

Most clubs using Whinfield
only used it for training,

at the 10-meter level.

Some clubs went down
to the shelf at 30 meters.

This diver who required
emergency assistance

went down to 45.

Where the van was found.

The diver's name
is Martin Viner.

The club is Osprey Sub-Aqua.

Rotabagge is a
turnip or a "swede."

Oh, yeah! Thanks.

Hold on. Have a
listen. What about this...

Martin Viner turns out
to be Michael Dudley.

Well, what's the betting?

- 50 quid says he isn't.
- You're on.

Martin Viner?

Yeah, but actually
I'm really busy here.

Cash only, please.

Detective
Superintendent Pullman.

I'm afraid this is official.

We need to talk to you
about Whinfield Lake.

Oh, right.

If you just give me a
minute to get finished up,

I'll talk to you upstairs
in the clubhouse.

- Fair enough.
- It's this way.

Yeah, come on through.

Quite a setup you've got here.

Well, our members enjoy
it, and it seems to work well.

What exactly are your
positions in the club?

We're both
qualified Instructors.

I'm the company secretary,
and Martin is the diving officer.

We'll need to talk
to you separately.

Yeah, sure. Let's get it on!

I can't see why this
is a police matter.

I mean, diving in Whinfield
Lake might be trespassing,

but no one's ever seemed
that bothered about it.

We're not here to
talk about trespassing.

We're reinvestigating
a disappearance.

And a murder.

No, I don't know
any of these people.

Not this one? Michael Dudley.

So he was never a
member of this club?

Not to my knowledge, no.

We're gonna to have to check
all the membership records.

Sure, but like I said, I've
never seen him before.

Sorry, no, I don't
know these guys.

I've never dived
with any of them.

- No?
- No.

Okay. Let's move on.

How many times have
you dived Whinfield Lake?

I'd have to check the records,

but I'd say we used to go,
what, four, five times a year?

That was before the
new owners got heavy.

It's a great place for a
bit of open-water training.

Training? At what depth?

9, 10 meters.

We're talking novice divers
here, doing their basic skills.

I wouldn't take them
any deeper than that.

You're saying you've never
been any deeper than that?

Oh, what, me personally?

Oh, yeah, yeah. I did,
actually. Just the once.

Yeah, me and Trisha.

You know, it wasn't
a training session.

We just wanted to
see how deep it was.

I got the bends,
didn't I? Silly me.

What did you see down there?

Well, at a higher
level, you know,

there was dace, perch, crayfish.

And at the bottom there
was this big old pike.

How about an
armored security van?

No.

This was taken at the
bottom of Whinfield Lake.

Well, I'll be
buggered. Look at that.

Well, you never know, do you?

- You didn't know it was there?
- No.

Well, I'd have been
really interested.

You record all your
dives in a logbook?

Yes. Since I qualified, 1994.

Yeah, we're gonna have
to check those as well.

Sure. But you won't find
any mention of armored vans.

And all your logbook entries
are fully accurate, are they?

Yeah. Of course.

I find it very hard to believe
that you didn't see that.

Well, it's a large
body of water.

The viz is none too clever.

- The what?
- Visibility.

You could lose a
double-decker bus down there.

Come on.

What's your experience
of British inland dive sites?

Actually, I've done all of
my diving in the tropics.

We're not talking warm-water,
girls'-choir stuff here, Sandra.

It's very different.

What's this one?

Spanish dancer. Egypt.

And here?

That's a cleaner shrimp.
I took that in Australia.

You certainly get around.

Makes you wonder why the bottom

of Whinfield Lake's
so attractive, doesn't it?

But, anyway, I'm gonna find out.

What, diving?

Yeah, we're laying
on a little expedition

for the superintendent,
check out her diving skills.

Fantastic.

Excuse me.

You out of your tiny mind?

I've made a command
decision. End of story.

Yeah, well, thanks
for everything.

- We'll be in touch.
- See ya.

It's all right, love. It's me!

Yes, I'd worked that out.

Sorry.

Just wanted to
get the feel of it.

I'll get the mop.

- You're a real lifesaver.
- Pleased to help.

Oh, by the way, is your
firm making any progress

with all that bumf
from the archives?

Don't ask me. I'm
only the monkey.

The organ grinder
is going scuba diving.

Really? What's that in aid of?

We've found this diving club

that might have had
access to the van.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

So the governor is going to have
a look, see what's down there.

Well, good on her.

This is seriously out of order.

They are well dodgy.

And she's putting
herself on offer

underwater with one of them.

It's a lake, not the
Bermuda Triangle.

He has to come to
the surface again.

God, you look knackered.
What have you been up to?

And he's a wrong-un
if ever I've seen one.

What's he doing now?

They're checking
each other's equipment.

- Thanks.
- Yeah, right.

She'd stand for me
doing that, wouldn't she?

She's not going down with you.

- All set?
- Sure, yeah.

Now, just remember, Sandra,

it's not the gin-clear
water of the tropics.

The conquest of inner space.

I wish it was me.

I wish it was you too.

Easy to forget

what a hostile
environment it is down there.

Decompression sickness apart.

There's hypothermia.
Nitrogen narcosis.

- Burst lung.
- Knock it off, will you?

Morning.

Mr. Wilmslow.

Any idea how long
this is going on for?

As long as it takes, basically.

Who's in charge of the diving?

Osprey Sub-Aqua.

Got to keep tabs on
potential customers.

Shouldn't they be up by now?

And you're confident
of that result?

Magic! Cheers. Bye!

Ballistics have just confirmed

that that gun
fired the fatal shot.

Can we tie it to Sinclair?

Yeah. We'll have
another go at him.

- Ready, Jack?
- You bet.

So, what you doing?

Oh, look, you're
not still fretting

about the time it
took Sinclair, are you?

September 16, 1989.

Articulated lorry
jackknifes on motorway,

causing massive tailback.

He'd have had to
use the A and B roads.

So you put your foot down.

It can still be done
in time. Trust me.

That gun was found
in Michael Dudley's van

at the bottom of Whinfield Lake.

It fired the shot
that killed your wife.

Yes.

The forensic science laboratory
is examining it right now.

It's amazing what they
can find these days, Andrew.

Not just fingerprints.

Human hair, sweat,
traces of tissue

can all provide identifiable
fragments of DNA.

Now, if there's anything you
can tell us about this weapon,

then the sooner you
get it off your chest,

the better it'll be for you.

Yeah. Okay.

It's my gun.

Has the engine stalled?

No.

It's not making that rattling,
grinding, banging noise.

No, 'cause it's had a
small fortune spent on it.

Thought you said
you were hard up.

I had a bit of luck.
Now, get on with it!

Certainly.

This is where Andrew
Sinclair met his customer.

So he'd have had to go
home from here, kill his wife,

and presumably her lover,

then make his way all
the way to Whinfield Lake,

dump the van and the gun,

then get all the way
back to his office

before the police came for him.

Piece of piss.

So show me.

I wanted the gun for a
bit of personal protection.

I bought it off a bloke
in a pub for a monkey.

No history.

Bloody stupid, as it turned
out, but there you are.

You killed your wife,
you killed Dudley,

and then you dumped the
gun and the van in the lake.

- Isn't that right?
- No.

Right, this is the
scene of the murder,

and we're already running late.

Yeah, but there wasn't so
much traffic in '89, was there?

Sinclair's got to kill
Marie and kill Dudley,

or take him prisoner, so
we'll add on 10 minutes.

No, five.

Split the difference. 7 1/2.

- All right.
- Go.

Where's Dudley's body, Andrew?

I didn't kill Dudley.
I didn't kill Marie.

Michael Dudley had the gun.

- I lent it to him.
- What for?

You know what young
men and guns are like.

He fancied playing
at Clint Eastwood,

blowing away a few tin cans.

Why didn't you
tell us this before?

I didn't think it
would be credible.

It's not. Tell the truth.

Eh, right.

So now Sinclair's got to
dump the van in the lake.

Two minutes, top whack.

All right, I'll indulge
you on that one, Gerry.

But answer me this...

If Sinclair drove the
van here and dumped it,

then how did he get
back to his office?

He'd already left
a vehicle here.

No, no, no. Here's a good one.

He put a motorbike in the back
of the van and got away on that.

Oh, you're clutching
at straws, Gerry.

Anyway, you might
as well admit defeat.

We've only got 20 minutes left.

All right. I'll put
my foot down.

Why won't he just roll over?

Maybe he's telling
the truth. Or some of it.

Sandra Pullman.

Traffic division?

Yes, he is known to me.

He claims he was
on police business.

For your unit.

Yes, ma'am.

Well?

Detective Superintendent
Pullman says bollocks.

I expect unorthodox conduct
from the civilians in the team.

But you're a police
officer, Sandra,

and you're not qualified to
dive in the course of your work!

There are profound health
and safety implications!

- We found new evidence, sir.
- Well...

The fact is, sir, that this
inquiry demanded resources

that were not made
available to us.

Like the underwater search unit.

And surely the
responsibility for this

must lie at a higher
level of command.

Yes. Yes.

But surely the real question
is, what is the way forward?

Well, Brian and Gerry
have already shown

that Sinclair couldn't possibly
have dumped the gun and the van

in the time available.

If he did kill his wife, then he
was working with someone else.

This isn't a straightforward
crime of passion.

There was something
else going on,

and we think it's to do
with the contents of the van.

- Brian?
- Yes.

Gerry and I have worked
through the documentation.

We've traced all the consignors

whose packages should have
been on board, except for one outfit.

Griffinmount Technical Services.

Which doesn't exist,

and... according to company
registries, phone books,

and business directories...
Didn't even then.

It's got all the signs of a
front for something very dodgy.

Drugs, maybe.

Now, they were
still doing business

with Sinclair up to '89.

But then it stopped dead

as soon as Dudley and
the van disappeared.

So we need to know if
the Griffinmount packages

are still on board that van.

Because if not, if they
were being ripped off,

this could be the
key to the whole case.

Well, the underwater search unit

still say they can't
prioritize this case.

Fine, then I'll do another dive

and try and
establish an inventory.

Sandra, for God's sake!

Well, clearly this is a matter
of debate within the team,

so nobody can regard it as
a decision I've sanctioned.

Gerry?

Uh-oh.

Jack, Jack, do me
a favor, will you?

What?

Go back with Gerry

and have another look at
the archives at Palmer's place.

- Why don't you go?
- Oh, no. I can't.

I'm going diving.

Well, I'm part of
the backup team.

And your problem is?

It's not my problem.
It's your problem.

Look, you don't need
to do this diving lark.

We've got professionals
for that sort of thing.

Not currently available.

But you're the governor.

You shouldn't be
sticking your neck out.

You've got responsibilities.

My responsibility is to
see that the job is done.

Yeah, but that's not
why you're doing it, is it?

You want to prove
something, don't you?

That you're top girl, the
best, the fastest, the bravest.

Balls.

The very word.
And you want some.

No. No, no, no.

What's pissing
you off is the fact

that a girlie is doing
things you can't do.

It's called old-fashioned
male chauvinism.

Yeah, well, maybe so.

But whatever
you want to call it,

what's pissing me off

is the fact I have to hang
around like a spare part

when you might be in danger.

Gerry, that's...

And if you say,
"That's sweet of you,"

I'll punch your lights out.

You and whose army?

Look, it's not just me.

I hate saying this, but, um,

it really matters to me

that I've got you and the other
two dinosaurs watching my back.

It means a lot.

Yeah, well, good.

Pff! Don't take the piss.

Be nice to get all this sorted.

Certainly will.

I've got plant and
equipment waiting to move in.

It's a big project.

We've got to cut and
cover channels for water,

sewage and so forth.

Mm-hmm.

Massively upgrade
the vehicle access.

Hello, Gerry. You
on for tonight?

Ah, Steve.

Yeah, I'd like you to
meet a colleague of mine.

Jack Halford... Steve
Palmer. The big boss here.

Glad to meet you, Jack.

I thought you'd got
everything you wanted.

Well, yeah, but we reckon
we know what packages

were aboard that van,

so the inquiry has
taken a bit of a new turn.

Oh, well, uh, if you can let me
know what you're looking for,

I'll point you in
the right direction.

- Actually, what we are...
- That's all right, Mr. Palmer.

I think we can manage
on our own, thank you.

Just have a look around,
see what we can find.

Right. Well, I'll
leave you to it.

Yeah, cheers.

- What was all that about?
- There's an inquiry in progress.

I don't think we should
tell members of the public

any more than they need to know.

- We're on the same side.
- You and Palmer?

Gerry, what's going on here?

What was all that about,
"Are you on for tonight"?

Look, I do a bit of work
for Palmer, that's all.

In my own time, of course.

You what?

I'm not a copper anymore.
The same rules don't apply.

How much money
are we talking about?

Ah, wages, that's all.

Is that how you
paid for the car?

Exactly.

You're taking a hell of a risk.

Don't worry. Steve's
all right. He's straight.

- Is that a fact?
- Yeah.

Ah, look at this.

Duty rotas.

And these two boxes
cover the entire period.

Now, come on.
Let's get out of here.

The north side
of Whinfield Lake.

It's 14 meters.

I'm administering CPR.

He's not responding.
Do you hear me?

You've got to get
here immediately.

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

- What happened?
- He had some kind of seizure.

Come on!

There's another body
at the bottom of the lake.

Oh, terrific.

That really puts
the tin hat on it.

No.

Martin Viner was murdered.

His number two tank
was filled with pure oxygen.

That's what we
all breathe, innit?

No, Gerry, we breathe
air, which is 70% nitrogen.

Breathe pure oxygen at more
than 12 meters or so underwater,

and it becomes a poison.

I told you, sheer
bloody madness.

All right, Gerry. Point taken.

Who filled the tanks?

The club's got its
own compressor,

but the murder squad have
sealed it off as a crime scene.

They're willing to pool
information with us, though.

What about the other body?

The documentation on the
body was that of Michael Dudley.

He was carrying a
considerable weight

in the pockets of his uniform

which stopped the body
from rising to the surface.

The weight being two packages

sent by Griffinmount
Technical Services.

That's right. Including
some high-value jewelry.

But this still leaves most of the
consignment unaccounted for.

Cause of death?

Well, no obvious signs
of serious violence.

Certainly no gunshot wounds
or deep penetrating trauma.

But if you look at the hands,

you will see fractures
on the fingers,

suggesting he scrabbled at
something rather desperately.

Like the van door.

How about this?

He intends to dump the van,

presumably with most
of the gear on board.

He can always go
back with scuba gear

and dive for it when
the heat's died down.

Yeah, but what about
the gear in his pockets?

Well, maybe he stashed
a couple of packages

just to tide him over.

- Go on, Brian.
- Right.

So when it comes to
ditching the van in the lake,

he doesn't get out in time.

So the van sinks,

but he can't get the door open
because of the water pressure.

But he can't help trying.

So he breaks his fingers
clawing for the door handle.

But he wasn't found
in the van, was he?

Right, so as the van
fills up with water,

the pressure equalizes,
then he can get out.

But by then it's very deep.

Too deep to get
back to the surface.

Especially weighed
down with all that bling.

So the consignment's
still intact

until somebody comes
along and blows the lock off.

I'll tell you what, this
is quite unusual stuff.

I'd say it was Middle Eastern.
Look at the big stones, yeah?

I've seen jewelry
just like this.

And only the other
day. At the dive club.

Yeah.

Same materials
and same hallmark.

I reckon this little lot's
worth about five grand.

You and Martin Viner
found the van, didn't you?

Yes.

- When?
- 1995.

Before the
decompression incident.

Martin wanted to find the
deepest part of Whinfield Lake.

We came across the van.

When we surfaced I said to
him that we should report it, but...

- Go on.
- Martin wouldn't let me.

He said it's an
armored security van,

there could be
cash inside, bullion.

We made the dive a few times,

and we couldn't
get into the vault.

Martin had done an
underwater explosives course

at Fort Bovisand.

You serious?

Very popular
with British divers.

Martin blew the lock off.

He was really pissed off to
find out it was just parcels.

But then he opened
a couple and, uh...

We were really careful.

Just opened one
parcel at a time.

We sold the stuff at
jewelers all over the country.

But not all of it, eh?

Well, there was a few
pieces I couldn't resist.

It was silly.

What can you tell us about
how Martin died, Trisha?

Martin had been getting
threatening phone calls.

Anonymous.

Saying what?

A man's voice said,

"It's payback time.
I want what's mine.

You know what
I'm talking about."

And how did Martin react?

Martin just stonewalled.

He just said, "You've got
the wrong number, mate,"

and hung up.

When did this start?

After you came to talk to us.

We're gonna pick
up Sinclair again,

really lean on the
bastard this time.

You want to come?

No, I'm sorry, mate, I
can't. Bit of business.

Moonlighting for Palmer?

Look, Jack.

Whatever may have
happened, I'm gonna sort it.

Trust me.

We found Dudley's body

at the bottom of
Whinfield Lake, Andrew.

Now, once and for
all, let's have the truth.

All the packages

that should have been
on the van were there,

apart from ones consigned by
Griffinmount Technical Services.

But a couple of those
turned up somewhere else.

In Michael Dudley's pocket.

That stupid, greedy ponce.

Couldn't help stuffing his
pockets at the last moment.

Everything all right?

Yeah, fine. Yeah, yeah.

Any, uh, joy with
your inquiries?

No, not really. No.

But, uh, if there are
any developments,

do you want me to
keep you posted?

You're worth your
weight in gold, Gerry.

I knew you would be.

Now, forgive me.
I'm in a bit of a rush.

Yep. See ya.

Griffinmount just sent the odd
single package for us at first.

We knew it was something dodgy.

Mickey Mouse
company. False address.

So what did you do?

We had a look inside
one of the parcels.

Jewelry. Good stuff.

So, what did you do with it?

Resealed it, sent it on its way.

Then we were asked to collect
20 packages from Griffinmount.

It was a bloody fortune.

And you decided to rip them off.

The idea was Mick would
dump the van in a lake...

Not Whinfield, another one...
Then disappear, go abroad.

It would just look like another
security guard going AWOL.

Oh, I see.

Then Mick would wait
till the heat was off, dive,

and recover the gear?

Sure.

So how did it all go wrong?

Marie thought we
were leaving ourselves

in Mick's hands too much.

Nothing to stop
him ripping us off.

She reckoned she could
always get inside a bloke's head.

Once she'd taken him to bed.

She seduced him just
to keep tabs on him?

Yeah.

That's pretty cold-blooded.
Did you know about this?

Marie and I
understood each other.

We were a team.

Whatever was necessary
to get a job done.

- But it didn't work.
- No.

Mick wanted my gun in
case it all went bent on him.

He went to collect it at
our house that morning.

Marie must have realized
he was stitching us up.

Mick killed Marie

and left me to
take the can for it.

Did you threaten Martin
Viner in telephone calls?

No.

Did you kill Martin Viner?

No. I don't even know
who this Martin Viner is.

There's a sophisticated
security system

guarding Viner's
dive-club compressors.

Now, you'd have to get past
those to switch those tanks.

You were in the
security business.

16 years ago.

There's been a technological
revolution since then!

Andrew, you're still
the prime suspect

as far as we're concerned.

No.

Listen, I'll tell
you the real story.

Brian, listen to this.

Steve Palmer's been
in touch with Wilmslow.

Yeah, he's offering him security
services at Whinfield Lake

but at an unbelievable
knockdown price.

No, Brian. No, Brian.

What this amounts to

is that Palmer is giving
Wilmslow a massive bung.

There was just one man

behind the whole
Griffinmount deal.

Steve Palmer.

Palmer?

When Marie was killed
and the van went missing,

Palmer came down on
me like a ton of bricks.

I said, "There's no way I
can give you your gear back.

I've been ripped off as well."

If he hadn't believed
me, I'd be dead.

He settled for taking
the company off me.

All right.

All right!

Hello. What can I do for you?

Why is Steve Palmer giving
you a massive backhander?

What do you mean?

We've seen the quote.

Palmer's effectively
handing your company

thousands of pounds.

Well, come on!

He got in touch
just after you did.

All he wanted was
to be kept up to date

about what was
going on at the lake.

- Why?
- He never told me.

But what exactly
did you tell him?

He was interested
in Osprey Sub-Aqua.

Viner and that girl, Trisha.

Then Viner was murdered.

Nothing to do with me.

You try that in court.

- Bloody hell.
- What?

Well, Trisha contacted me.

She wanted access
to the lake today.

And you told Palmer?

So many lives, Trisha.

Who are you? What do you want?

What belongs to me. What
you and your friend stole.

There's nothing left.

I'm a businessman, Trisha.

Please.

If I can't have the
jewelry, I'll have the club.

A nice little going concern.

Palmer!

That'll do, Steve.

Aah!

Just think about it, Steve.

She's a fit, young
diving instructor,

and you're a sad old git.

Who do you think's gonna
come out of that lake alive?

Have you read this
medical questionnaire

you've got to fill in if you
want to train to be a diver?

Eh?

"You are to seek medical advice

if you answer yes to any
of the following questions.

Are you currently taking
any prescribed medication?"

- Yeah, well...
- Mm.

"Have you a history of
alcohol or drug abuse

in the past five years?"

Five? That's a bit stringent.

"Have you any history

of mental or psychological
illness of any kind,

fear of small spaces,
crowds, or panic attacks?"

I've wasted all that money.

Well, it doesn't
have to be wasted.

We could always
wear the rubber suits.

♪ 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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