All language subtitles for New Tricks - S04E06 - Buried Treasure

Look, it's all written down. I
know how you love your lists.

It's even color-coded.

Monday... that's
today... Is blue.

Tuesday, green. Wednesday, red.

Thursday's purple.

I thought you were
coming back on Thursday.

Yes, in the evening.

But I've prepared you
a meal in case I'm late.

Well, why would you be late?

Well, I don't know.
Traffic. It'll be all right.

Now, look, you've got your
favorite food in the boxes.

And the instructions
how to heat them up

are all there on the list.

All right? I'll call you
as soon as I get there.

- Esther?
- Mm?

Have a good time.

It'll be all right, Brian.

Everything is written
down on the list.

There's nothing to worry about.

I've left all your
breakfasts there.

When you've had today's,
give the bowl a rinse.

Scampi.

Come on, let's go out
for a walk, shall we?

Come on. Come on.

Do you take sugar?

Hah! How long have
we worked together?

Right, do you want the
bad news or the bad news?

What?

Strickland's just told me

that he's brought the
deadline for the audit forward.

- To when?
- Friday.

Which means we're gonna have
to start the paperwork right now.

They can't do that.

Gerry, I think after last year
they can do anything they like.

Our paperwork was, um...
How did Strickland put it?

A total shambles.

Yeah, well, it's not gonna
be like that this time.

The new systems
we've put in place

should make it easy
for us to account for

every single penny we've
spent in the last 12 months.

But what about our proper work?

No new cases until
after the audit, I'm afraid.

I didn't know accountancy
was part of our job.

Anyway, I've got to get upstairs
for my meeting with Strickland.

So please get started.

What new systems?

Buggered if I know.

Where's Brian when you need him?

Good question.

Scampi, come on!

Come on! I should
be in work by now.

Ooh.

Stop that!

Stop now!

Oh, stop!

Hello?

Hello?

Are you all right?

- What is it?
- Look!

What, you okay?

He's... Bones. Human bones.

Oh, my. Oh, look, leave it.

Scampi! Leave... Ohh...

Scam... Drop it! Come on!

Put that down
now! Put that down!

♪ 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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Yeah, got your
box of tricks there?

Now, if I were you,
I'd get onto that...

Mr. Lane? Mr. Lane?

Do you remember
the storm last week?

Oh, yes.

It brought down
that tree, you see?

Must have been a
force 10 storm, then.

Well, normally, a
tree being uprooted

would qualify it as a force
10 on the Beaufort scale.

But if you look closely,

you'll see it's diseased,
so it only took a force 9.

As the tree fell over, the
roots tore up the ground,

loosening the soil.

Making it possible for
Scampi to find the skeleton.

Yes, that's my
working hypothesis too.

- Mr. Lane?
- Yes?

- You're with the police, right?
- Yes.

If I can just ask you a
couple of questions?

No, you can't, thank you.

Bloody reporters.

Psst. Where's Sandra?

She's upstairs with Strickland.

Whoa!

You'll never guess what
happened to me this morning.

You found a body
buried on the common.

What?

You made the early
edition of the local rag.

Yeah, Page 3 and all.

Come on, then. Who's the bird?

She's called Alice Sandwell.

I met her on the
common this morning.

Oh, dear, oh, Lord.

Esther only left this
morning, and he's at it already.

Can't trust anybody these days.

Oh, bloody hell.

That idiot reporter says
I'm in charge of the case.

- She's coming!
- Here, boy.

Here, here, here.

- Brian. Right.
- Sorry I'm late.

I found a body.

Yeah, I know you did, and
I'd love to hear all about it,

but I need you to
concentrate on the paperwork

'cause they've brought
the audit forward.

- Ah.
- Yes.

Well, this body.

I thought there might be a
chance I could be seconded

to the investigating team.

Not a chance. I need you here.

So I can reassure Strickland
there's no problem, yeah?

- Yes, of course.
- Thank you.

And Brian? Get rid of the dog.

Hello. Brian Lane.

Yeah, well, don't
put him through.

Yes, sir. Hello.

Hey, now, can I just
stop you there, sir?

One, we haven't yet
ascertained the sex of the body.

And two, I think you're
laboring under the misconception

that I'm in charge of this case.

No.

Can I ask you why you
wanted this information?

Mm-hmm. And your name is?

No, it's just for the
records. Purely routine.

Hello? Are you there?

Gone.

What was all that about?

An anonymous caller wanting
to know the sex of the corpse.

- Strange.
- I'll put a trace on the call.

That can wait!

And tell the front desk
to stop putting people

through to you down here.

This is not our case.

Our case is to get
this audit sorted out.

The governor's upstairs.

Chop-chop! Let's get on with it!

Yes, sir.

Whew! So while she's upstairs,
you're the boss, are you?

That's right. Well,
somebody has to be in charge.

So who's your second in command?

- What?!
- Who's second in command?

- Brian.
- Why?

Because he is the
mathematical genius.

He is going to be leading
the way through this audit crap.

In that case, Jack,

I'll need all your forensic
request forms, please.

Just give us a minute.

And Gerry, I need
your time sheets.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, I'll need them for
cross-referencing purposes.

And while you're at
it, stick the kettle on.

No. I'm going out
to have a cigarette.

Hello. Brian Lane.

Yeah, hang... Madam, can
you just calm down, please?

Now, listen, listen. I'm
not in charge of the case.

I know I was in
the paper, but...

Listen, madam, just give
me your name, and I'll try...

Right. Jackie.

Right.

Got that, and I'll pass it
on to the people in charge.

Thank you.

Gone.

Stay.

- Where are you off now?
- Developments.

Well, don't leave the dog!

He'll be all right.

Gerry!

Oh, shit!

Given the new deadline,
I cannot stress too highly

the need to avoid
last year's fiasco.

Yeah, I know that, sir.

But with Brian leading the way,

I'm sure everything will
be in order and on time.

Oh, here he is, leading the way.

Brian? Where you going?

I'm just popping these messages
through to the boys in murder.

Thanks to the
gentlemen of the press,

Joe Public thinks I'm running
the Hackdale Common case.

- Have you not heard?
- Heard?

There's no case, Brian.

Since when?

Since the pathologist found

that the bones were
over 600 years old.

600?

A murdered medieval
maiden, apparently.

Late medieval, actually.

Yes, well, the perfect
UCOS investigation

if you didn't have your nose
to the financial grindstone.

Grindstone.

Late medieval...

How you doing, Gerry?

Isn't it amazing how
neutral acidity in the soil

can preserve a skeleton
in almost perfect condition

for hundreds of years?

- Fascinating.
- Your point being?

Well, that skeleton
I found this morning

was a woman dating from
the late medieval period.

So, late medieval, that was...

Yeah, it's probably
the Black Death.

1347.

800 people a day were
dying from the Black Death.

Now it's boredom.

Your point being
there's no murder inquiry.

- So that's that.
- Not quite.

That woman who rang
in earlier asking about it

was one Jackie Small.

Not the wife of the
late Bobby Small,

major villain of this parish?

Could be. She was
in a hell of a state.

Now, why would the
widow of a cutthroat gangster

be at all interested in
an ancient bag of bones?

Maybe she thought she
knew who they belonged to.

That's what I was thinking.

Someone her horrible
hubbie topped?

- Worth checking, isn't it?
- Certainly is.

- I'll go.
- Hang on.

No, the Smalls
and I go way back.

- I found that body.
- All right, we'll both go.

Hey, Jack, sort that
lot out for us, will you?

And log some of these
receipts for me, will you?

Oh, and if the dog does a pooh,

clean it up before
Sandra sees it.

Thank you, Sister.
See you tomorrow.

Afternoon.

Friends in high places, eh?

Can I help you?

I'm Brian Lane. This
is Gerry Standing.

Are you policemen?

Don't you remember me, Jackie?

No. Sorry.

I spent a lot of time trying
to nick your late husband.

Oh, right. Yeah.

Yeah. Left you a
fine old legacy, eh?

Yeah.

And how much blood money
does a gaff like this cost?

Are you here about the
body on the common?

Yeah.

You'd better come in, then.

- Biscuit?
- No, thanks.

I want to confess.

To anything in particular?

A murder.

Now, why would a
smart cookie like you

say something stupid like that?

Because absolution isn't enough.

I realize now I need to
be punished for my sins.

Is this a wind-up?

No. I killed a girl.

- When?
- Seven years ago last Christmas.

And you're telling us this due
to some religious conversion?

I can't carry the
guilt around anymore.

What is this, "Candid Camera"?

I murdered a 19-year-old
girl called Tina Murphy.

No, she bloody didn't.

And you are?

Laura. I'm her daughter.

Ah! Last time I saw
you was in court.

Ah, you're coppers.

Yeah, 12-year-old
marching around

in her own little mink coat

while her dad walked on
a manslaughter charge.

Great British justice for you.

No, that's a
nobbled jury for you.

What are you doing here?

Your mother's just
confessing to a murder.

Oh, yeah? Well, that's
'cause she's sick in the head.

No.

The stupid cow doesn't
know what she's talking about.

- She's on antidepressants.
- Poor girl.

Chucks them down like Smarties,

then goes on about
all this rubbish.

They found the
body. On the common.

- Really?
- Yeah.

It was on the radio.
The body's 600 years old.

- But...
- See? She's completely confused.

Started getting gradually
worse since my dad died.

Then she got into religion,

started going on about
all this murder stuff.

Left me to run the
house since I was 15.

Oh. Can you hear
the sound of violins?

Jackie, do you think you're
ready to make a statement?

- Well...
- No, she's not.

I think your mother
can speak for herself.

No, she can't. Can
you get out now?

Go on. Get out.

I'm serious, you know?
She's away with the fairies.

We'll be the judge of that.

So what are you gonna do
now, put the squeeze on her?

You what?

You know, sting her for a few
grand to keep your mouths shut.

You've got the wrong
fellas, sweetheart.

You know what? I
do recognize you.

Yeah?

You were on my father's
payroll along with the rest of them.

Just another copper for sale.

Let's get out of here.

Look, Brian, I may have cut
a few corners here and there,

but I never took any
money off of that scumbag.

You took your time!

- Scampi!
- How'd you get on?

Jackie Small has
confessed to the murder

of a young woman
called Tina Murphy.

- Really?
- Yes, really.

Trouble is there's no
outstanding murder investigation

into anyone with the
name Tina Murphy.

She said she killed her in 2000

and buried her on
Hackdale Common.

Haven't you brought her
in to make a statement?

No, we tried. But her
daughter put the mockers on it.

Said she's sick in the
head with depression.

- And is she?
- Maybe.

But it doesn't mean
she's not a killer.

No, no, no.

- Here, look. Allow me.
- Oh, thank God.

I'll tell you what.

This spreadsheet's gonna be a
cracker even if I say so myself.

Right, Gerry, have you
got those time sheets yet?

Sod the time sheets, Brian.

Gerry, we have got to get
these accounts sorted out.

Strickland is breathing
down our neck as it is.

- Jack, this is a murder.
- Yes, I know, I know.

All right, all right, listen.

Let's suppose that Jackie
Small is telling the truth,

and that poor girl's buried

somewhere near
our ancient cadaver.

Scampi's already found one body.

He's not bloody Lassie!

No, but it's worth a try, innit?

What about the accounts?

Listen, I'll stop here tonight
and work on the books.

Would you?

Yeah, it's a bit strange at
home anyway with Esther away.

That's great.

In the morning you
can take Scampi out,

and I can see what I
can find on Tina Murphy.

- Yeah.
- Is that all right, boss?

Scampi, this way. Come on.

Good boy.

Oh, Mr. Lane. Nice
to see you again.

Hello. What are you up to?

Oh, rhodie bashing.

Sorry?

We're removing the rhododendron.

- What, from here?
- Yeah.

Oh, my Esther loves them.

Oh.

Well, they're all well and
good in a domestic setting.

But out here in the wild they're
a right royal pain in the neck.

Really?

Oh, they dominate
the environment.

They make it impossible for
the indigenous flora to thrive.

Oh, are you... are you
forestry management?

No. No, I'm a professor
of biological science.

- Get away.
- No.

My speciality is studying
how plants evolve and change

to adapt to their
local environment.

What you might call
population dynamics.

- Ecodiversity.
- You said it.

My undergraduates have
marked out the entire area.

Fantastic.

- Come and have a look.
- Oh.

And I'll show you how we study
the fresh migration patterns.

You know, Brian might be right.

There is no record of a
Tina Murphy being murdered

or even reported missing.

Maybe nobody cared
enough to notice.

Maybe.

So no body, no missing person.

You better have another
go at that Jackie Small.

Yeah.

And have you got those
time sheets for Brian?

- Yeah, at home.
- Where is Brian?

He went out for a battery.

- What?
- For his calculator.

Why can't he use the
calculator on his computer?

Well, he insists
on using his own.

Present from Esther, apparently.

Anyway, Strickland
wants to come down

for a progress report at 3:00.

Ah, that gives me
time to nip home, then.

- What for?
- My time sheets.

And I'll go and see if I
can track down Brian.

How long does it
take to buy a battery?

Ah, you know what he's like.

See you at 3:00.

So, anyway, those
are my sampling areas.

Now it's just a question of
waiting to see what happens.

Whereas I suppose you are
trying to discover what did happen.

It's extraordinary, isn't it?

A body hidden
underground for 600 years.

- Yeah.
- I wonder how she died.

Well, I'm afraid
we'll never know.

I'd loved to have
got my teeth into it.

But there won't
be an investigation.

It's all pounds, shillings,
and pence these days.

Isn't there any way
of finding out more?

I do so hate not getting
to the bottom of things.

Same here.

Brian. Brian.

- Oh, Jack, I got sidetracked.
- Look, I'm sorry to interrupt.

- This is...
- Alice Sandwell.

Professor Alice Sandwell.

How do you do?
Jack Halford. Listen...

Mr. Bartlett.

Hang on.

Mr. Bartlett.

Would you excuse us?

All right, Josh. Coming.

That call I had traced...
That was from a Bartlett.

Well?

- Wait. Wait.
- But Brian...

- Mr. Bartlett?
- Yeah?

Sorry to disturb you.

That's quite all right.

This lot yours?

It's a community
program I help run.

Most of these kids
don't even realize

they've got all this green
space on their doorstep.

- Very commendable.
- Thank you.

Mr. Bartlett, your
mobile phone number...

It's 0770 900632.

Yeah. That's right.

You rang the police
about the body we found.

I'm Brian Lane.

I take the boys nature
orienteering in the woods.

I wanted to know if there was
any restriction on my movements.

You wanted to know
about the sex of the body.

Well, it was female.

And 600 years old. I know.

Why were you so
interested in the gender?

Curiosity, I suppose.

And your reluctance
to give us your name?

I was just in a bit of a hurry.

Right.

Okay, thank you.

- Thank you very much.
- Bye.

Oh, come on, boys.

At least let's try and
take this seriously.

She told me not to talk to you.

Thinks I'm losing my mind.

I can't find any
trace of Tina Murphy.

If she is dead, no one's
missed her for seven years.

Doesn't surprise
me. She was a loner.

Worked cash in hand
in one of Bobby's pubs.

After she started, you couldn't
keep him away from the place.

She was sleeping with him?

I didn't want to lose him.

So you killed her?

- No.
- Well, make up your mind.

I hired someone to do it for me.

Your hired someone? Who?

I don't want to say.

That's between him
and his conscience.

Do you want me to
investigate this or not?

He said he buried her
somewhere on the common.

That's why I thought
you found her.

Jackie, you're not giving
me anything to go on.

Well, can't you just
dig until you find her?

Just dig? What the whole common?

It's hard enough getting
them to pay my petrol bills.

Bobby dropped dead a
month after I had Tina killed.

He went to the
doctors with backache.

He was riddled with cancer.

The nuns have made me
realize that's part of my penance.

But it's not enough.

There's a stain
on my soul forever

unless you punish
me for that girl's death.

Then give me a
name so I can prove it.

No. This is about
me, nobody else.

The name Neil Williams
mean anything to you?

Yeah. Local M.P. and
property developer.

Went missing in 1993.
Body never found.

His business partner,
Michael Evans,

was convicted of his
murder four years later.

Even I remember that.

It was a time-share
scam, wasn't it?

- That's right.
Smarmy-looking sod.

What about him?

I ran a check on
your Mr. Bartlett.

And?

Andrew Bartlett was

Neil Williams'
next-door neighbor.

- Get away.
- Was he a suspect?

No, but he was questioned
when Williams disappeared.

And now he's
ringing up in a flap

wanting to know the sex
of the body in the woods.

And Michael Evans has
spent the last nine years in jail

protesting his innocence.

Oh, hurry up.
We've got visitors.

So, you see, that goes
in the description column,

and that in the amounts column.

Oh, afternoon.

As you are aware,
sir, my team have been

working 'round the clock
preparing for the audit.

And I'm sure they're now
ready to give you an update

on their progress so far.

Brian?

Yes, well, thus far we've
accounted for all expenses

on training, on travel,

office equipment,
and forensic work.

Excellent. And?

Yes, the next area we
need to analyze and assess

is the dent we've made

in the centrally funded
informants budget.

Right, well, keep
up the good work.

Actually, I've designed

a rather novel
data-by-function spreadsheet

which allows you to
cross-reference as you collate.

Let me show it to you.

Brian, it's really
not necessary.

No, no. Won't take a minute.

No, but it all seems
very thorough.

Oh, yes, it is. I assure you.

Right, well, keep at it.

And if any discrepancies
do crop up...

You'll be the
first to know, sir.

- Well done, Brian.
- You bored him into submission.

What do you mean?
It is fascinating, this...

Right, cut the crap.
What's going on?

Jack.

- We've got a new case.
- Two.

I turn my back for one minute.

Jackie Small.

- Bobby's wife?
- Exactly.

Now, she thinks the
body is Tina Murphy,

who she had topped for
screwing her husband.

The only problem is no one's
noticed that Tina's missing,

and she's hardly
a reliable witness.

You said two.

Remember local
M.P. Neil Williams?

Disappeared in the mid-'90s.

Oh, yeah. The
time-share fraudster.

That's right.

And his business
partner, Michael Evans,

was sent down for it.

Well, when Brian
found that skeleton,

Williams' next-door
neighbor, one Andrew Bartlett,

started to ask questions.

And we thought we'd
better find out why.

Look, I-I know this all
sounds a bit farfetched...

Sounds like Scooby-bloody-Doo.

So, uh, it's back to
the paperwork, is it?

Brian, can you assure me

that we'll be ready
for those auditors?

Absolutely.

- Let me show it to you.
- No.

You go ahead and
work your magic.

Jack, go talk to Bartlett.

Gerry, you and I will go
and visit Jackie Small.

- Are you sure?
- Oh, yes.

I'm a copper, not an accountant.

- Oh, and I'm stuck here?
- Go on. You love it.

They're moving out.

So you spent a few years

trying to put Bobby
Small away, did you?

Yeah, trying and failing.

The asshole bought
himself out of trouble.

What's she doing?

Oi!

Laura, what do you
think you're doing?

Mad bitch is selling up.

Yeah, I can see that.

Wants to give the profits
to the bloody penguins.

- To the what?
- The local nuns.

Take it easy!

This house is all I've
got of my inheritance.

Yeah, well, my
heart bleeds for you.

Is your mother inside?

Leave her alone.

You stupid pigs. You're just
gonna lie anyway, aren't you?

Christ, you're your
father's daughter, all right.

Jackie?

Ah, Jackie.

This is Detective
Superintendent Pullman.

Oh, I'm too tired.

Yeah, I'm sorry, love,

but we need the name
of that hit man, okay?

Now, come on. What was his name?

Oh, shit.

How many of these
have you taken?

She was just a kid.

- Governor.
- Yeah, I'll call an ambulance.

Come on, stay awake,
Jackie. Come on.

Give us a name.

Hi, it's D.S. Pullman...

Jackie, come on! Who
killed Tina Murphy?

Louis...

What?

Louis.

Louis who?

- What's going on?
- Johnson.

Louis Johnson?

Mum!

Cheers.

Um, excuse me, Mr. Bartlett?

I'm sorry to interrupt.

Right, boys. You
carry on with that.

I'll be back in a sec.

It's just that we're, uh,
following a new line of inquiry

into the death of Neil Williams.

Well, his partner was
convicted of killing him

eight or nine years ago.

According to our records,

both you and your wife were
interviewed when he disappeared.

Well, he was our
next-door neighbor.

- Were you friends?
- Hardly.

In your interview, you said
you went to parties at his house.

Well, once or twice, yes.

But they were
rather large affairs.

We'd barely speak to him.

So you weren't a
friend of Williams?

- No, not really.
- And your wife?

No more than me.

I wonder if I could talk to her.

She passed away.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize.

Nearly three years
ago. Brain hemorrhage.

I see.

If you need more
information about Neil's death,

wouldn't you be better
off talking to his killer?

Mr. Evans.

Who are you?

Jack Halford.

I'm reinvestigating the
murder of Neil Williams.

- What was your name again?
- Halford.

Don't remember you from
when they arrested me.

- No, I'm new to the case.
- Oh.

12th of May, 1993.

I'm sorry?

That's the first time
they arrested me.

I wasn't charged
until three years later.

Detective Inspector Potter.

That was the name.

He seemed determined
to prove it was me.

And you've always
maintained your innocence.

- I was an architect.
- I know.

Of my own downfall.

Can you tell me about
the day of the murder?

All I ever did was to draw
up the plans for the property.

How was I to supposed to know

that Neil never
intended to build them?

He fooled me, same
as he fooled the clients.

Mr. Evans, can you tell me
what happened on that day?

The night I found out he
was a fraud, I was mortified.

Horrified.

I got drunk. I admit that.

And I went 'round
to confront him,

to tell him that I
wanted no part of it.

We had a bit of a scuffle.
He fell over and he cut himself.

I helped him up, and
then he threw me out.

And that was the last
time I saw him alive.

A passerby heard the shouting.

And they found traces of
Neil's blood on my clothing.

And that's why I'm in here now.

Thanks. Well, keep
me informed, will you?

- Cheers. Bye.
- How is she?

After all that, it wasn't
even an overdose.

- You're kidding?
- No, she mixed up her pills.

The ones she took were
seven years out of date.

That's why she conked out.

Dozy mare.

Do you actually know this bloke?

Yeah, yeah. I've nicked
him a couple of times.

He's really small-fry, you know?

I can see that. Come on.

He just finished a two-stretch
for bouncing bent Beemers.

Gerry Standing.

Detective Superintendent
Pullman, Louis Johnson.

Your probation officer said
you'd gone up in the world.

Can we come in?

Welcome to the
presidential suite.

Sorry about the chairs.

Don't worry about it.

The Chippendales
are arriving tomorrow.

Nice to see that your
palatial surroundings

aren't getting you down.

No chance. It's
not for long anyway.

Just until I can
find a bit of work.

Legit, I hope.

- Course.
- Talking of which...

Yeah, a little bird told us

that seven years ago you
did a job for Jackie Small.

- Who?
- Come off it, Louis.

I don't know what
you're on about.

Jacqueline Small.
Widow of Bobby.

Well, I know who Bobby Small is,

but I never had the
pleasure of working for him.

Or his wife.

Mm.

Nice motor.

Cheers. It's my pride and joy.

- Still got it?
- I wish.

You suit the uniform.

- Tina Murphy.
- What?

Does the name
mean anything to you?

- No.
- Come on.

Look, I wouldn't
lie to you, Gerry.

So I couldn't hire you
as a hit man, then?

Hit man? Me?

Are you sure...

I want a pint of
whatever youse lot are on.

So how do you cope inside?

They gave me a
job in the library.

That was very good.

That was after I got stabbed.

Stabbed?

Bumped into the wrong
person in the lunch queue.

They can smell
fear in this place.

Tell me, what do you
know about Andrew Bartlett?

- The next-door neighbor?
- Yes.

Nothing to say, really.

He's quite a
pleasant sort of chap.

And how did Neil find him?

Oh, he used to make
fun of him and his wife.

He nicknamed them "the Stiffs."

Often wondered what he
called me behind my back.

Why the Stiffs?

Because they were
quiet, decent people.

- Neil didn't like that.
- Why not?

I remember him saying
he had designs on them.

Designs?

He was a great
one for seduction.

"The tougher the nut, the
better the crack," he used to say.

And did he manage
to crack Mrs. Bartlett?

Not to my knowledge.

You've been very helpful,
Michael. Thanks for your time.

- You already have, haven't you?!
- Wait!

- What?
- Do you think he did it?

It's very early stages
in the investigation.

- Is he a suspect?
- Everybody is a suspect.

Are you all right?

Tell me you think he did it.

That I might stand a
chance of getting out of here.

I'm sorry, Michael.
I've got to go.

Oh, this is a nice surprise.

I brought some soup.

Oh, lovely.

Here, boy.

Oh!

So have you found out
anything more about our body?

Yes, well, I've
managed to extract

a fair bit from our pathologist.

Ooh. Excellent.

- Shall I?
- Yes, please.

Mmm. Smells good.

Thank you.

Mmm. This isn't out of a tin.

Wild mushrooms.
Picked them myself.

There was no need, you know?

You said your better
half was away so...

Yeah, she needs a break
from me occasionally.

Oh, I'm sure that's not true.

Well...

Anyway.

Yes. Spill the beans.

Well, the pathologist says that
judging by the pubic symphysis,

she was a teenager.

Really? That young?

Also, the spread
of the pelvic bone

indicates a
late-stage pregnancy.

Oh, poor girl.

The strange thing is, the
fetal skeleton is absent.

Well, maybe she'd
just given birth.

She hadn't gone the
full term, remember.

He also said that
there was a slight nick

at the bottom of her rib cage.

Like a knife wound?

It's a possibility.

So maybe someone
removed the baby.

Ohh.

Do you have children?

No.

My work has taken
me all around the world.

And by the time I
realized I wanted a family,

there was no
one to have it with.

Mm.

Well, the pathologist has
done me a bit of a favor.

Using the precise
dimensions of the skull,

he's created a digital
artist's impression

of how she might have looked.

Here.

Oh!

Pretty little thing, isn't she?

We should give her a name.

How about Guinevere?

I like it.

Right, then. Guinevere it is.

Thank you, Mr. Bartlett.
That's very good of you.

See you about in an hour.

Pulling Bartlett
in for a little chat.

- Gonna rattle his cage a bit.
- Good.

Where's Brian? He should
be here preparing for the audit.

Doesn't like going home
when Esther's away.

- What is that smell?
- Well, it's not the dog.

- Governor?
- Yeah?

This is everything I
could find on Bobby Small.

That's from police surveillance
to press... everything, right?

Now, there's no
mention of Tina Murphy

in any of the police files,

but this young woman
keeps popping up in the snaps

from '99 onwards.

- Tea, anyone?
- Yeah, please.

I will, yes, please.

Not for me, love.

Morning, Brian.

Oh. Morning.

Look at this!

Lying little toe-rag. He was
working for Bobby Small.

Well, someone left in a hurry.

Yeah.

Oi! Oi!

You've been telling
porkies, haven't you?

Not me, Mr. Standing.

You worked for Bobby Small.

Yeah. Oh!

Get out the way! Out! Out!

Oh, shit.

D-Don't worry about
me. Get him! Get him!

He's gone. But he dropped this.

If I could find Jackie
Small's number in here,

then we can prove
a link between them.

Well?

Nothing.

Bollocks!

Bleeding waste of time.

I see from the payroll records

that you've claimed
132 hours overtime

in the last financial year.

And?

Exactly 1 1 hours each month.

Yeah, well, I'm a
creature of habit.

Even so, it looks a
bit odd, doesn't it?

The same amount
of hours every month.

Eyebrows will be raised.

Will they? Well, let them.

Look, I've given Sandra
my personal assurance

that this will be sorted
out by tomorrow.

So I need your time sheets now.

- All right, all right.
- Right now, Gerry.

All right.

There you go.

Sodding time sheets.

Oh, what a mess!

Most of these are empty.

Yeah, well, I got a
bit behind doing them.

Then I just sort of guessed
how much overtime I'd done.

Couldn't you have
varied them a bit?

Look, I'm probably losing
a good few quid in wages.

You know what
they'll call this. Fraud.

Fraud?

As I said, we're pursuing
a new line of inquiry,

and we're very grateful for
any help you can give us.

And as I said, I don't see
how I can be of any help.

These parties that
you used to go to

at, uh, Neil Williams' place.

Mm, what about them?

Did you ever get
involved in any kind of

domestic dispute with
them when you were there?

- No.
- Are you sure?

- Positive.
- How about Marjory?

- Sorry?
- Did she?

No. I don't think so.

Lot of people seem to think

that he was a
good-looking sort of a fellow.

If you like that sort of thing.

- Did Marjory find him handsome?
- She never said.

- She might have done?
- W-What are you insinuating?

Nothing.

I've come here today
of my own volition

to help you with your inquiry.

And we're very grateful.

How would you like me to start
making lascivious comments

about your late wife?

How did you know about my wife?

Oh. No. No, I didn't...

- Oh. Yeah.
- Sorry.

No, look, all I'm trying to do

is make sense out
of Neil Williams' life.

Well, I'd appreciate
it if you could do so

without sullying
my wife's memory.

I just want to establish her
relationship with the victim.

I've nothing further to add.

Okay. We'll leave it at that.

For now.

Neil Williams is buried
somewhere near that log cabin.

Otherwise, why
did Bartlett panic

when those bones turned up?

I think his wife was
sleeping with Williams,

Bartlett found out and did him.

Yeah, but this is
all circumstantial.

We can't just go
randomly digging.

- We need to have more evidence.
- Obviously I know that.

Yes! Why didn't I
think of it before?

What?

I know someone who
might be able to tell us

where your body's buried.

Statistically, the murderer
generally gets rid of a body

no more than 200 yards
from the site of the killing.

What, so if someone
was killed in that cabin,

they could be buried close by?

Exactly.

So, Alice, we want you to
cast your eye over this area.

Your expert eye.

And see if you can spot
anything out of the ordinary.

We're looking for
any signs of ground

that might have been dug
up a dozen years or so ago.

Well, I'm flattered
by your confidence,

but I'm not sure
that I can justify it.

We have an audience.

This environment is
constantly evolving.

It's in a state of
permanent flux.

We think the body was
disposed of in late spring.

Oh, the common is a
beautiful sight in late spring.

Covered in bluebells.
Native bluebells.

So if someone dug a big hole,

it would leave a
considerable bare patch.

Oh, yes, it would.

Hang on a minute.

There is something I've
always wondered about.

Come and have a look at this.

Prunus laurocerasus
rotundifolia.

Yes, that...

That might provide your answer.

What, this stuff?

Yes, it's a vigorous
evergreen shrub.

It grows at great
speed almost anywhere

as long as it's left unchecked.

And it is definitely
not native to this area.

Does it self-seed?

Oh, no. Absolutely not.

- So somebody planted this.
- To cover a cleared patch.

That would certainly
be my guess.

Alice, you're a genius.

Sandra, I think we've
narrowed the field of search.

And if we play our cards right,

our friend Bartlett might help
us to narrow it even further.

Okay, thanks, Jack.

Keep me posted, yeah?

Right. Bye.

What?

I'm sorry, governor, I've got
to talk to you about something.

It...

- Is that you?
- No.

Well, it's not me.

- Hello?
- Who's that?

Uh, uh, Louis.

- Where are you?
- My place.

I thought you'd done a bunk.

Yeah, well, I've moved.

I'm just checking. Did you
say 8:00 or 9:00 tonight?

- 8:00 tonight.
- In the Greenwood?

That's right. I'll
see you there.

Where the hell is
the Greenwood Pub?

Look it up. I'll drive.

Well done, Alice. Spot on.

Oh, not again!

- You all right, gov?
- Yeah.

- Ah.
- Who are you?

Hello, Tina.

Perhaps it's third time lucky.

He's found something.

Aah. Oh, God!

Come on.

Bartlett!

Run into an old friend, did we?

No, no. I...

God.

Guinevere's baby.

Are you saying that's not you?

- Yeah.
- Well, I'm saying it is.

You are Tina Murphy.

That might be Tina
Murphy. I'm not.

You were Bobby Small's lover.

- My name is Pauline Webster.
- Tina Murphy.

Pauline Webster.

If she is Tina Murphy, and
you were paid to take her out,

what went wrong?

Don't know what you're on about.

Yeah?

Cheers.

Interview suspended
at 1 1:30 p.m.

Well, I fancy a cup of tea.

How about you, Tina?

Sorry, who?

Can you identify that woman?

You owe Jackie Small a refund.

And us an explanation.

I used to do the odd
driving job for Bobby.

Anyway, boom, one night he's
booked me to pick Jackie up.

She was rat-assed,

started asking about
hiring a hit man.

Said she was willing
to pay 50 grand.

Nice work if you can get it.

I could've started a fleet of
motors with that kind of money,

so I gave her some blarney about
being a marksman in the army.

Were you ever in the army?

What do you think?

So she gave you the job?

Did you ever intend
to carry out the hit?

I had it planned.

But I'm no killer.

So you gave Jackie
her money back.

- No.
- Thought not.

How do you back out on a
deal with Bobby Small's wife?

I told Tina what was going on

and gave her half
the dosh to disappear.

What about your half?

I gave that to charity.

Local bookies benevolent fund.

They will start
searching in the morning.

It will help you if you
start to cooperate.

I've got nothing to say.

If Neil Williams is buried
there, they will find him.

I wish Marjory was here.

All right, then.

Let's see what
the morning brings.

I did it.

I found them together.
Here, of all places.

I blew my top, I stabbed
him, buried him in the woods.

What did Marjory do?

She stood by me.

Kept it secret all those years.

She felt she owed me that much.

Tina is refusing
to press charges.

And without her evidence, the
CPS are unlikely to prosecute.

I just can't believe
she's still alive.

- It's a miracle.
- Some miracle.

God's answered all my prayers.

So can we stop with all
this house-sale crap now?

It's too late. I've
found a buyer.

What?! Who?

The church made
me a very fair offer.

Oh, you are not giving
it to those bloody nuns.

They're gonna use
this place as a retreat.

Oh, no, Mum, seriously...

Sorry, love, but
my mind's made up.

She should get done for giving
away everything that Dad built.

Stole.

Much as I loved him,
we all know your dad

was a thieving old bastard.

- We'll leave you to it.
- Yeah, see you.

See you.

Last Man Standing.

Well, it's a long time since
anyone called me that.

Considering she was completely
vitriolic towards her mum

over the murder stuff when
she thought she was ill,

then she was... she was
genuinely quite upset.

Look, governor, uh...

did you wonder why she
called me Last Man Standing?

Yes, I did.

Well, I'd just started in CID.

And everyone in my squad...
And I mean everyone...

Was taking a backhander
off of Bobby Small.

Except me.

Last Man Standing.

My mates sent me to Coventry.

Not one of them spoke to me.

It was the worst
time in my life.

And in the end, I couldn't
handle it anymore.

I gave in and put in
for a transfer to vice.

I've never thought
you were bent, Gerry.

Thanks, governor.

But that makes it even worse.

I've done something
really stupid.

They treating you all right?

As well as can be expected.

They found Neil Williams' body

not two feet from
where you were digging.

In the dark it was confusing.

The laurel had
spread everywhere.

Couldn't find him.

I would like you to tell
me in your own words

exactly what happened on
the night of May 10, 1993.

Um, it was bad weather.

I just called by to check
that the cabin was okay.

And there they
were. On the table.

I grabbed a knife
from the drawer and...

You stabbed him.

- Yeah.
- Where?

In the back and the neck.

How?

Sorry, I...

Well, just show me how you...

Like this.

You were considerably taller
than Neil Williams, weren't you?

Uh, a couple of inches maybe.

I've just had a word
with the pathologist.

He reckons that the marks
on the victim's vertebrae

suggest that he was stabbed
by a much smaller person.

You know, reaching up like this.

How tall was Marjory, Andrew?

I hope you won't be
offended when I tell you

that I don't believe
a word of your story.

Neil Williams ruined my life.

I was happy until he came along

with his easy charm
and his... his appetites.

He saw right through
me the first time I met him.

He told me so.

I became a challenge.

He wouldn't rest until...

Yo u had an affair with him?

I remember the first time.

"Mission accomplished," he said.

And Marjory found out?

I hate the word "gay."

There's nothing gay
about homosexuality.

For me it was a curse.

All I wanted was Marjory.

Then he appeared.

How did she kill him?

Exactly as I said.

Only the roles were reversed.

But Marjory's gone. Why
didn't you tell the truth?

I've worked with
children all my life.

If people found out
that I'd used that cabin

for some sort of
sordid sexual tryst...

You'd rather be thought
of as a murderer?

I didn't want Marjory's memory
dragged through the mud either.

It was my fault she
did what she did.

I deserved the blame.

Michael Evans got
the prison sentence.

That wasn't my fault.

- Then whose fault was it?!
- Well, it... it just happened.

You let a man rot
in jail all that time.

For Marjory's sake.

He'll be released on
appeal now, won't he?

I'm gonna recommend
that you are charged

with conspiracy to pervert
the course of justice,

assisting an offender,

and aiding and abetting
and concealing an offense.

This interview is
terminated at 10:15.

And I hope they
throw the book at you!

Strickland's gonna
be here any minute.

What am I gonna tell him?

Well, c... couldn't we
say it's a computer virus?

This isn't just
about you, Gerry.

It reflects on me. I'm
your commanding officer.

And why didn't Brian tell me?

Don't know.

Maybe he thought...

I don't know.

I think it's a lovely
gesture, Alice,

planting a tree in their memory.

Well, let's hope it lasts
for another 600 years.

And thank you for all your help.

It's been really interesting.

I'm sorry I couldn't find
out any more information

about Guinevere and her baby.

I thought I might do a
little research myself.

A few local records maybe.
I might find something.

- Let me know how you get on.
- I will.

Alice, isn't that
a rhododendron?

I thought it was the enemy.

It's a present.

For your Esther 'cause
you said she liked them.

Oh, thank you.

Huh.

Well, look after yourself.

- I will. Bye.
- Bye.

He's here.

I'm sorry, Sandra.

So...

I've just been notified that
you've proved more than capable

of defying orders and
taking on unauthorized cases.

With excellent
results, I might add, sir.

Yes, well, I hope you
show the same zeal

when it comes to
preparing the audit.

Sir, I need...

Ah, Brian!

Brian.

Ah, yes, sir.

Now, I've trawled every
aspect of the expenditure.

That's for all
areas of the budget

and for every
member of the team.

And give or take the cost
of the odd postage stamp,

it's all absolutely accurate.

So here we are,
sir. All the files.

Including all the
overtime sheets.

Yes, well, that's very
kind of you, Brian.

I'll send someone
down to pick them up.

Well done.

Get rid of the dog.

Sir.

Brian. Did you just
lie to Strickland?

No. I was just a bit
creative with the truth.

Yeah, but what
about my time sheets?

I stayed up all night,
didn't I, reworking them,

using Jack's time
sheets and my own

plus a bit of ingenuity.

Now you can add "master
forger" to your ever-growing C.V.

Well, thanks a lot,
mate. I owe you.

You know what,
Gerry? You were right.

You've diddled yourself.

Jack and I claimed for twice
as much overtime as you.

Bloody typical.

That's a very nice-looking
plant you got there, Brian.

Yes. It's a rhododendron.

It's for Esther. She's
coming home tonight.

That's very thoughtful of
you. Esther will be moved.

I'll tell you what
she'd really like, Brian.

Before she arrives, run
a nice hot bubble bath.

Then get in it and give
yourself a wash 'cause you stink.

Pooey.

♪ 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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