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- Hello.
- Morning.

No, I've told you.
I've had enough.

I'm sick of driving you
around. This is the last time.

Isn't this great?

It's fantastic.

Last time I came to the
circus, I was with my dad.

Last time I came, I was 9.

Last time I came, I was sick.

I could kill
Strickland for this.

What are you moaning about?

We're getting to see
a whole show for free.

There is no such
thing as a free...

This is exciting, isn't it?

Hermione and Rufus
would have loved this.

Who?

Hermione and Rufus.
They're my children.

Sorry, sir, but why have
you arranged all this?

I wanted you to see the circus,

and this is the last
few days of rehearsal

before they open the
new season, so come on.

I used to have a
hamster called Rufus.

Shut up.

My lords, ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to Spingles Circus...

The greatest show on earth.

Right, right.

Through that point, I
want the lights up, right.

And, Phil, that's a
cue for the music, yes.

Take it away, Gina!

God, I hate the bloody circus!

♪ 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 ♪

Amazing.

That feeling you get from
the circus, it never changes.

No, it's just as I remember it.

Yeah, crap.

I'd like to thank
you all for coming.

So, first thing tomorrow,
I'll send down the files.

The Great Miraculo.

In 1990, he burnt to
death in his caravan.

Suspected suicide but
there was no categoric proof,

so it was left on file.

Although Miraculo... AKA
Bert Dignam... caught fire,

the caravan didn't,

and the only thing
left were his feet

in a pair of Turkish slippers.

Why resurrect it now, sir?

A woman called Christy Berlin.

It seems that Mr. Dignam
was her biological father.

Now, I've looked at the file,

and I think she has good
grounds to re-examine this case.

She runs an international
transport company.

Oh, I see.

I'm sorry?

I had hoped that the exotic
complexity of this case

might appeal to your
more idiosyncratic natures

or perhaps I should
simply have emphasized

that the dead man was a
human being, like his daughter.

Good night.

Good night.

- Not very smart.
- What?

Someone with money
pulls a few strings

and the next thing,

her biological dad's mysterious
death is on our desks?

Do me a favor.

You know it doesn't
work like that.

Whatever else he
is, Strickland's no fool.

He calls his son Rufus.

Strickland wouldn't push
a case for no good reason.

Spingles Circus, August
3, 1990, Finsbury Park.

At 6:00 a.m.,

the fire brigade attend a fire
in the caravan of Bert Dignam.

They broke in and found
the door locked from the inside

with the key still in it
and all the windows shut,

but all the interior of
the caravan was intact

apart from a melted television.

Cause of fire?

Unknown. Bert, he was a smoker.

Who gained by his death?

Well, that's it, really, no one.

I mean, he wasn't insured.

The circus wasn't
left to any one person,

and, in fact, the rest of
the troupe got together

and ran it as a cooperative.

So, you're saying
that the mystery

is both how and why he died?

Yeah, the problem is
he's disappeared again.

I can't find his feet.

They're not with
the rest of forensics.

Oh, great.

Now, what's this in the
margin in the fire report?

It says "Spon-dot-Com"?

Internet address?

Well, obviously.

In 1990, unlikely.

- Spontaneous combustion.
- What?

When people just burst into
flames for no apparent reason.

Give over, there's
no such thing.

Charles Dickens. Bleak House.

- That's a work of fiction.
- It happens.

People just self-ignite,
and there's nothing left.

It would explain all this.

It doesn't explain anything.

Fine, but let's not
dismiss it out of hand.

And isn't there a
better picture than this?

- It's hopeless.
- No, not on the file.

- Find one.
- All right.

And starting Monday,

we'll see how cooperative
the cooperative are.

Meantime, let's talk to
the dead man's daughter.

Yeah. Lovely.

Spontaneous combustion.

Well, it's only an idea.

It's a ridiculous idea.

I don't know what you're
getting so shirty about.

Hi.

Christy Berlin.

Detective Superintendent
Sandra Pullman.

This is Gerry Standing,
Jack Halford, and Brian Lane.

Hello.

Nice to meet you. Have a seat.

Thank you.

Cheers.

So, you're the daughter
of Bert Dignam?

I was adopted.

My parents died in a car crash.

I applied for a passport and
discovered my birth certificate

with the names of my
real mother and father.

Thank you.

Bert Dignam and Oona Magilton?

I traced my mother
quite quickly.

She refuses to have any contact.

So, all I had left was my dad.

He was a bit more difficult.

Partly because he worked in the
circus and moved around so much.

Partly because of his alias.

And partly because he's dead.

When I found out how
he died, I was horrified.

Even more so when I discovered

the case had simply
been forgotten.

On file, not forgotten.

Ignored.

It doesn't quite work that way.

17 years and no
one does anything?

I believe that the
original team felt

that the most likely
explanation was suicide.

A pair of smoking feet
inside a locked caravan?

No trace of an accelerant?

Have you ever come across a case

of someone setting
fire to themselves

without using
fuel to get it going?

Exactly.

By the same token, it seems a
rather bizarre and unlikely way

to cover up foul play.

I work in a very competitive
business, Mr. Halford.

In my experience, if people
want something badly enough,

they're capable of anything.

Yeah, but what would
anybody want with your...

He owned the circus.

Ah.

Okay, thank you, Ms. Berlin.

And I promise that
we'll do our best

to find out what really
happened to your father.

Sandra?

Do you mind if I call you that?

No.

You're a serving officer,

but I didn't realize
quite how elderly

your colleagues would be.

Experienced.

And they were the best.

Still are.

It's, just, finding
out about my father,

it means everything to me.

Do you understand?

Yes.

She'd eat you alive.

Lovely.

Now we've met her, I think
it's even more out of order,

taking on this case.

Why? 'Cause she's a feisty young
female who's put your back up?

I seem to remember
another feisty young female

who put people's backs up.

- Thank you.
- I gave her a job.

Yeah, well, maybe
I'd like to help Christy

the same way you helped me.

You see, that's the
trouble with men.

They just can't handle
a strong woman.

What are you on about?

We've put up with
you for bloody ages.

Several case studies.

Bangor University.

Yes.

Have you done it yet?

I'm doing it. I'm doing it.

You haven't, have you?

I'm warning you, Brian.
If you don't do it, I will.

Yes.

I'm right, and he's wrong.

I am right, and he is wrong.

What are we doing here?

It's the middle of
bloody nowhere.

Have you bought
yourself a holiday home?

Christ!

What the hell is that?

- It's a pig.
- Pig?

A pig in a magician's costume.

I got it from a butcher.

A pig being almost identical in
body mass to a human being.

Guess what I'm going to do now.

Turn into a pumpkin?

I'm going to prove exactly how
and why the Great Miraculo died.

Gerry, give us a fag.

So, what do we do now?

We wait.

Well, we get out
first, of course.

Brian, we've been
here for hours.

Yeah, I've had
enough of this, Brian.

Are you going to explain or not?

All right, listen.

Spontaneous
combustion is a myth.

Five years ago, Bangor
University decided to prove it.

So they stuck a pig in
a dress and set fire to it.

What they found was that
the pig kept on burning,

only very slowly
and for many hours.

How come?

The clothing.

It absorbs the fat that leaches
out of the pig due to the heat.

It acts like an
external candlewick,

never burning quickly

but with ferocious heat
and only over a small area.

Yes, the fire's dying down.

Aah! Bloody hell, that's hot!

Ha ha!

Ooh!

Bloody hell!

Oh, the trotters
are still there.

The extremities, hands and feet.

Not enough fat to burn them.

Well, that's the first part
of the mystery solved.

Terrible waste of pork.

I still don't buy it.

Bert Dignam was
a circus performer.

- Fit, energetic, 40.
- Exactly.

And even if he did catch
fire, he wouldn't just keel over.

He'd roll around
and try and put it out.

Precisely.

I wish you'd stop
agreeing with me.

So, what are you saying, then?

- Accident, suicide, what?
- Neither.

I'm saying he didn't roll over
because he was already dead.

Because he was set
alight after he died.

And the only reason you'd
do that is to cover up a murder.

Well, fires need oxygen.

If you set someone alight, why
would you close all the windows?

And if it was murder,

how come the door was
locked from the inside?

Well, he was a magician.

I'm being serious here.

If the Great Miraculo
was murdered,

how did the killer get out?

I don't know.

That's what I can't work out.

But I will.

Come on, Gerry.
Where's that tea?

Hello?

Yeah.

There you go. One
with sugar, one without.

When?

Okay, yeah, thank you.

I'll... I'll be right there.

Yeah, bye.

It's my mum. She's had a stroke.

She's resting at the moment.

Thank you.

Hello, Mum.

Gordon?

Gordon?

No, no, Mum. It's
me. It's Sandra.

No car.

Gordon not car.

Mum?

Not Gordon car.

Why?

It's all right.

It's all right.

Hi.

How is she?

Well, she's a bit, um...

It's affected her left side,

but it could be
worse, apparently.

It's only a ministroke,
not the full-blown number.

Oh, well, that's something.

Yeah. She's not making
any sense, though.

She's just talking about my dad.

Yeah, well...

Anyway, thank you for waiting.

Please will you take me home?

Of course. Come on.

Oh, all right?

How's your mum?

She was still
asleep when I went,

but the doctors seem
pretty upbeat, so...

So, how are you?

I'm fine.

May I help you?

Yes. Detective
Superintendent Pullman.

- Oh, yes. YCOS. Yes.
- It's close enough.

You wanted to talk
about the Great Miraculo.

May I ask why?

Well, it was a suspicious
death, still unsolved.

As such, the case
remains open on file.

So even after 17 years?

We never close.

And you were with
the circus then?

Yes, we both were...
Myself and Martita, my wife.

Did you witness the fire?

No. We were woken
by the fire engines.

When the firemen broke
down the caravan door,

we couldn't believe
what they found.

- I mean, the smell was...
- Who identified the body?

Uh, that would have been me.

How? It was only his feet.

Oh, the slippers.

I mean, who else could it
have been except for Bert?

What was Bert's mood
at the time of his death?

He was unhappy and depressed.

Did he have any enemies?

What? Apart from the bank, no.

Excuse me, may I help you?

Now, Bert... Uh,
he wasn't married.

He had a relationship,
didn't he, with Oona Magilton?

Oona? Yes.

You knew her.

We suspected that they'd both

been having an
affair, that's all.

Actually, they had a child.

Oh, you didn't know?

I didn't know, no.

I-I mean, she left
quite suddenly.

We weren't sure why, were we?

You never thought to ask?

People often leave the circus.

Do you have any
pictures of Bert?

Well, only one, I think. Uh...

Would you mind? Thank you.

Uh, excuse me.

Bow.

Up.

Good. Speak, speak, speak.

Come on!

Come on! Come on.

Wow.

Come on!

Here we go. Here we go.

Come on, this way. Come on.

Come on.

Oh, hi, there.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't come too near, not
before they've been fed.

Oh, this is Antonio.

He's also one of the original
members of Spingles Circus.

They're very twitchy.

I just better get them
something to eat.

Right.

We understand that
when Miraculo died,

Spingles was losing money badly,

and yet somehow you managed
to keep it going, is that right?

Yes, that's right. A lot of
the debts were written off.

So Bert dying was a
stroke of luck, really?

No, I didn't mean
that at all. No.

How many of you were
there when you took over?

15 in the cooperative.

What about now?

Well, it's still a cooperative,

but a lot of the
members have moved on.

There's four of us now.

There's myself,
Antonio, Martita, and...

Joey.

Joey the Clown.

Oh!

Oh.

That was a...

You...

Oi, oi, take it easy.

Easy.

Here.

Thank you.

So, is that any good?

Yes.

Thank you very
much for your time.

Oh, yes! Bloody funny!

Come on. Get off.

Do circuses earn any
money these days?

I bloody hope not.

He doesn't act like he's in a
cooperative does he... Michael?

And he is the ringmaster now.

How could he know
they were Bert's feet

inside those slippers?

Hang on, chaps.

What if the Great
Miraculo didn't die?

What if he just pretended to,

leaving a random pair of feet
inside his trademark slippers?

Well, why would he do that?

Well, what better way

to get out of the money
problems he was having?

Yeah, but then he would have
had to murder someone else.

Exactly, which is why we should
be looking for missing persons

in the Finsbury Park
area circa August 1990.

But you're right about Michael.

We should check him out and
see if he's got a criminal record.

Well, let's say you're right.

It still doesn't solve the
mystery of the locked caravan.

And we'd still have to prove

that those feet aren't
the Great Miraculo's.

And there's no
way we can do that.

We can if we can find them.

How?

DNA.

- Won't work.
- Why?

Well, even if we had the feet or
the slippers to get a DNA trace,

we don't have any of
Bert's DNA to compare it to.

No, but we do have his daughter.

Hello.

Oh, darling, how sweet of you.

You look much
better. How's your arm?

Well...

That's really good.

Oh, please don't
patronize me. It's rubbish.

Oh, well, at least your
speech has improved.

I'm sorry. I'm not
a very good invalid.

When I came to see
you the other evening,

you kept talking about Dad.

Did I?

- Yeah.
- How odd.

Sandra, I need you to
do something for me.

Yeah, of course.

In case something
like this happens again.

- Oh, don't. Stop it.
- When.

No, I have to be
serious about this,

which would be a first, I admit.

There are some papers
in my room at the home.

Well, actually there's a
power-of-attorney document.

Strokes run in the family.

Great.

I'm just trying to...

I need some more clothes anyway.

Yes, it's all right.

I'll get some stuff.

Thank you.

No wine?

Any joy? On the search?

Yeah, we've, uh, trawled
through missing persons

in and around North London
in August 1990... nothing.

Okay, try June/July.

Spingles weren't in London then.

And Miraculo wouldn't
keep a corpse in his caravan

for a month, would he?

And Mr. Ringmaster, AKA
Michael Meadowcroft, is clean.

He's even got a bravery award
for saving some drowning girl.

Ugh.

Brian Lane, UCOS.

Gerry.

Uh.

Where are you?

Just finding my feet.

Or should I say Bert's?

At the mortuary.

No, I worked out why the
slippers weren't with forensics.

It's because the
feet are still in them.

Why would you want my DNA?

'Cause we need to be certain

that your father's
remains are his.

Why wouldn't they be?

If your father was killed,
we'll have to prove in court

that any forensic
evidence is 100% correct.

Okay.

Do you think...

Would it be possible for me
to see what's left of my father?

Does that sound a bit weird?

It's just...

I just feel the need to
connect to him somehow,

to know what happened to him.

That's all I want.

What else have I got?

What?

DNA results are back.

Christy Berlin and the feet.

Sounds like a band.

Bert and Christy aren't related.

Yes! I knew it.

Bert's still alive. I told you.

Right, keep checking
missing persons,

and then find out who
was with the circus

at the time of the fire,
see where they are now.

- What, all of them?
- Yeah, they're in the case file.

God, that picture's hopeless.
Haven't you found a new one yet?

Here, I'll chase it up.

Now, hang on a minute.

There might be somebody
who's got his photo.

Mrs. Pearce? Mrs. Oona Pearce?

- Yes.
- Hello.

I'm Detective
Superintendent Pullman.

This is Jack Halford.

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

- Metropolitan Police.
- Yes?

We need to talk to
you about Bert Dignam.

Well, that's a new one.

No.

No.

No. You have to leave.

You can't stay here.

Are you all right?

My boys will be back any minute.

Oona, we really
need to talk to you.

All right. All right.

But not here, not now, please.

Well, there's a tea shop across
the river, Maids of Honour.

I'll see you there in an hour.

Thinking about your mum?

No, my dad, actually.

It's bizarre, but I
know this place.

I used to come here
when I was a little girl

on Saturdays
after riding lessons.

- Get away.
- Yeah.

Dad used to bring
me here as a treat

for chocolate eclairs
and lemonade.

She's here.

Hello.

Can I get you some tea?

No.

Feeling better?

What do you want from me?

We're re-examining
Bert Dignam's death.

What has it to do with me?

You had his child.

Is that so terrible?

My husband is head of
a Catholic boys' school.

He doesn't know about...

How old were you
when you had Christy?

18.

My parents were devout
Catholics and very strict.

When I was 17, I ran away.

To the circus.

Bert took me on as a dancer.

I was very naive.

What happened when
you got pregnant?

It was terrible.

My parents...

I gave the child
up for adoption.

And you've never seen her since?

I can't.

We don't seem to
have any photos of Bert.

- I don't suppose you happen...
- No.

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

Well, we know it's not suicide.

We know somebody
killed somebody.

But how the bloody hell did
they get out of the caravan?

You made that, didn't you?

Yeah.

Well, get that for me, will you?

UCOS.

No.

Hold on.

Shock School of Motoring.

Shock School of...

Yes?

No, you've made a mistake.

Sorry.

Put that down.

Hi.

Any luck?

No. No pictures and no help.

Told us her story of her life.

Very unhappy but ends up rich.

- Tea, anyone?
- Yes, please.

You, Brian?

July 1990, Spingles Circus

was in Norwich, St.
Albans, and Reading,

and the only thing that
went missing around that time

was the rain.

August the 3rd, 1990...
Hottest day on record.

- Gerry, any joy?
- Nah.

All I've got is that Joey
the Clown's real name

is Sidney Etherington

and the Magnificent Martita
is, in fact, Milicent Crabbe.

No wonder they changed them.

Look, if Bert still is alive,
he could be anywhere.

No, you're not gonna
fake your own death

in order to save something and
then just abandon it, are you?

Well, there's only four of
them left now from those days.

There's Michael, Joey...

Hmm.

What?

Well, in 1990,

there's absolutely no mention
of the Amazing Antonio.

- What, no
footballing-dog act? Nope.

No, they've got horses, monkeys,
budgies even, but no dogs.

He wasn't there. They lied.

You saying Antonio
could be Bert?

Well, if he is,

then Michael, Martita,
and Joey all know about it.

Okay, but how
would you prove it?

DNA.

No. No, he'd never
give it willingly,

- and we can't force him.
- Why not?

- No.
- Oona.

She'd recognize
the father of her child.

Yeah, but we'd
never get her there.

No, the best thing we can
do is go back to the circus

and see what we can find out

without being too
obvious about it.

It's all right, Jack. You
don't have to come.

Oi.

What, you think Bert might
have had a sex change?

Michael said he had
a thing about dancers.

Maybe he still does.

Oona, I'm sorry I had to insist

on bringing you down here.

Oona.

Oh, please, let's
just get on with it.

Jack, what's going on?

I rang and asked to
speak to her husband.

Well, don't worry. I didn't.

At least I gave her a lift.

Hello.

What are you doing in here?

I was waiting
for you. I'm sorry.

I-I just wanted to talk to you.

It's the middle of
the final rehearsal.

Yeah, but you don't go on
again till the end, do you?

I-I was here the other night.

Oh, I loved what you
did with those boxers.

This caravan, it's amazing.

It's... It's old.

It's a bit like Bert Dignam's.

And all this stuff.

Do you collect
all these animals?

Sort of.

Yeah?

We always had animals.

Oh, hello.

Is this you? You
were a strongman.

Yeah.

Who are all these?

My dad's family, the Lascelles.

They're all animal acts.

My family could do
amazing things with animals.

So, how come you
were a strongman, then?

That's from me mum.

She was a Pietrie.

Well, they were all strongmen.

You see, exotic animals
became less popular.

It wasn't, uh...

Politically correct.

Things changed.

A lot of circuses closed.

Mmm!

You sure you don't want one?

No, thanks.

You all right?

- Ooh, there we go.
- Yes.

I'd forgotten how much I...

You recognize anyone?

One or two.

Oh, you mean Bert? No.

What about Antonio?

Antonio?

We were told he
was with Spingles

from the beginning.

But we now know there wasn't
an Amazing Antonio back then.

That's because his stage
name wasn't Antonio before.

Because he was Geraldo...
The Great Geraldo.

Circus strongman.

What happened?

Well, he says he
got ill... Arthritis.

I told you. It's
already finished.

- Christy, please.
- We're too bloody late.

This is your fault.

You remember Christy.

Uh, I mean Ms. Berlin.

How could you?

- I didn't know, Oona.
- How?

- Oona?
- How could you do this?

Oona, I promise you...

- Oona, wait.
- Christy, come on.

- Don't turn your back on me.
- Come on. No.

- No, no, no. Christy, come on.
- You have to talk to me.

You can't just run away.

You're my mother.

Was that Oona?

Yes.

So, who's the young lady?

That's, uh, Christy Berlin, Oona
and Bert Dignam's daughter.

Oona?

Oona, I'm truly sorry.

I swear, I had no idea
she was going to be there.

None of us did.

She's so pretty.

Beautiful.

Well, I haven't been that sick

since I entered a pie-eating
competition in Margate.

Yeah, well, if I told
you the exact contents

of your average doener kebab...

Yeah, thank you.

Right. Thank you.

I still don't understand

what Strickland and Christy
were doing there anyway.

I don't think she
trusts us to do the job.

Or him.

Thank you.

Antonio Lascelles was
called the Great Geraldo

because there was already
a strongman called Antonio

from Latvia.

What kind of a stunt

did you think you
were pulling last night?

Or was that how you did
things in the good old days?

Get a bunch of
traumatized people together,

watch them scream and shout,
and then see how the pieces fall?

No, sir, that isn't how
we used to do things.

We didn't mix our
metaphors, either.

It was a disgrace.

I should warn you that at
the moment, I'm still trying

to determine what sort of
disciplinary action to take.

Sir?

Could I have a word?

First, what happened last
night was a direct result

of Christy Berlin
being at the circus,

which neither I nor my team
could possibly have anticipated.

You brought her mother.

And secondly, at
least none of my men

are having a personal
relationship with her.

You see, I did wonder
how she knew about

the lack of an accelerant
on Bert Dignam's remains.

It's a very particular
word, "accelerant."

So, as of now,

I'm also trying to determine
what action to take.

I've been wondering
if you haven't spent

a little too much time with your
more experienced colleagues.

Well, I like to think that we
learn from each other, sir,

constantly.

Your father's daughter.

Sorry, sir. What
did you just say?

Didn't say anything.

Yes.

Now all we've got to do

to prove whether Bert
is or isn't in the circus

is to test all the men for DNA.

No. Strickland will
never sanction that,

not with the little we've got.

Yes, he will. 'Course he will.

Now you've got him
by the short and curlies.

Brian's very good
at lip-reading.

So, shall we say Spingles
Circus Monday morning?

Yeah, go on.

Attagirl.

Have a nice weekend.

Yeah, you too.

Good night, Sandra.

Jack, Jack?

Strickland just made
a crack about my dad,

something along the lines of,
"You're your father's daughter."

What could he
possibly mean by that?

Nah, he's just lashing out

because he's put
himself in your pocket.

He won't like that.

It's meaningless. Good night.

Good night.

You all right?

Look, it's none of my business,

but I think you should
know that I am aware

you are having a relationship
with Rob Strickland.

And I'm just wondering

if the only reason
you started the affair

was in order to get
this case reopened.

Why else would I sleep with him?

You do know that his
wife only left him last year.

- He's been pretty desperate.
- Oh, thanks very much.

The word he used
was "delighted."

So you don't think
you're being selfish, then?

Oh, stop it and
listen to yourself.

Shock, horror.

Woman sleeps with a man
because she wants something.

I suppose you're
going to tell me

you've only ever slept with men
to whom you've had a deep, long,

and lasting spiritual
commitment?

Look, the one chance I have
to find out who I really am

and where I came from

rests on a 17-year-old,
unsolved police case.

And you think I'm being selfish?

Is your father still alive?

No, he died when I was 14.

Right.

So you had 14
years with him, then.

Lucky you.

Actually, the reason
I came here today

was to tell you that your
father may still be alive.

The feet, the remains
don't match with your DNA.

Now, the bad news is, we think
your dad faked his own death,

which means that he
substituted someone else's body...

I.e., he killed someone.

I don't believe you.

You're lying to me.

Afraid not.

I didn't think you'd
take your bike.

Yes, I rode the
bike to the lesson

and then came
back on it afterwards.

Good lesson?

Yeah, it was great.

You know, hill starts,
three-point turns, all that.

Where, Zambia?

Or did you manage to
park on the side of Vesuvius

and have a little
stroll 'round Pompeii?

You haven't had a lesson,
have you, not a single one?

I've been on the phone to them.

- Darling, listen.
- No, don't "darling" me.

And don't expect
any dinner, either.

In 40 minutes' time,

you are having a
two-hour driving lesson,

and you can pick up some
fish and chips on your way back.

Bollocks.

Oh, you'd think I'd
bred an elephant.

I suppose it's the flat feet.

I brought you stuff
I thought you'd like.

Oh, that look.

Go on. What have
I done wrong now?

I spoke to my boss on
Friday, Robert Strickland.

You've met him.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, rather good-looking.

Divorced.

Available.

- Do I hear the sound of...
- Stop it.

Crashing disappointment.

Now, there's no way that he
could have known Dad, is there?

At his age?

I hardly think so. Why?

I did something he
didn't like at work,

and he said to me, "Like
father, like daughter."

Now, why would
he have said that?

No idea. It sounds
like nonsense to me.

No, Strickland
never talks nonsense.

Okay.

So, tell me... how did Dad die?

What?

My dad, your husband,
Gordon, how did he die?

You know how he died.
It was a heart attack.

Not according to this.

I found it amongst your things.

"Carbon monoxide inhalation."

Or suicide, to be precise.

So I presume that's what he
shouldn't have done in the car.

You didn't find
that in my things.

It was in a sealed
envelope. You were prying.

You've been lying.

You've lied to
me since I was 14.

All that time, all those years,

all those people I've met
who must've known the truth.

It makes me look
like a complete idiot.

Welcome to the club.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why have you never
told me the truth?

He was your father.

You've had 30 years.

You loved him.

How could I tell you?

What good would it have done?

He was your father.

So...

what happened to make him do it?

- I don't know.
- You must have known.

Was it something
between the two of you?

- No.
- Okay, work, then.

- Something at work. What?
- I don't know.

I knew there was
something wrong,

but he couldn't talk about it.

Why not?

I don't know.

I promise you. No one would say.

Oh, look, Sandra, please
don't keep asking me.

I don't know.

Ah, Brian, is it?

I'm Brian, too.

Brian Tweedie.

First lesson?

Don't worry.

There is nothing
to be afraid of.

Come on, let's get you
sat in the driving seat, then.

No. That's it.
Careful of the road.

Come on.

All right, sir.

You're in very safe hands.

Let's start with the basics.

Very good. Very good, Brian.

You see, it's just
about confidence.

Confidence, right.

Exactly.

Right.

Let's try a left turn, shall we?

Now remember, mirror...

signal...

maneuver.

Ma...

Are you sure you've never been
behind the wheel before, Brian?

Never, never, never,
never, Brian, never.

I've sat in a car, of course.

And Esther, she drives,
so I've... I've watched her.

When... When she decided
I should have lessons,

I-I started to observe
friends and colleagues.

But, no, I can promise you,

this is the first time
I've ever been in charge

of any form of
motorized vehicle.

Brian?

Brian?!

Oh, bloody hell! No! Brian?

Brian! No!

Brian!

No, Brian!

Heart attack, heart...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

Heart attack.

He's...

H-Heart attack!

Sandra?

Phoof!

Had a drink, have we?

Sandra?

Oh, bloody hell.

Ohh.

Mirror, signal, maneuver.

Uhh.

Yes? Hello.

Is this your car, sir?

Uh, no, no, not...
This one isn't, no.

Have you been drinking, sir?

No, no.

Can I see your license?

Oh, how did you get on?

Don't ever ask me to get
behind the wheel of a car again.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, I'd... I'd like the
police service record

for Detective Inspector
Gordon Arthur Pullman, please.

He died in '75.

Bow.

He was based in Bow.

I'm sorry. Yeah.

It's Detective Superintendent
Sandra Pullman, UCOS.

Thank you.

Bye.

Brian told you?

I'm sorry, Brian.

I'm not.

I hate cars.

I take it he also told
you about my dad?

Sandra, listen...

I thought I knew him,
you see. I thought...

Hey, hey, let's go to work, eh?

Thanks, Brian.

And so far no one's
refused to be tested?

Nobody. I hope you're satisfied.

Christ, if this doesn't work...

I know.

Oh, please let it be him.

Now, that would be funny.

What happened to my
father? Where is he?

Oh, shit.

What happened to him?

- Okay, Christy, that's enough.
- I have a right to know.

Somebody here knows.
Will you just tell me?

I have told you. The dead
man is not your father.

This has nothing to
do with you, okay?

What are you
looking at, you freak?

All of you freaks.

Bloody animal.

Nice cup of tea, gov?

Yeah. Cheers. Thanks.

Brian?

Gerry, when have you ever
known me refuse a cup of tea?

Do you want a cup of tea, Jack?

Yeah. Cheers, Gerry.

Samples have gone to the lab.

Should have the
results in the morning.

Right.

Just have to wait till then.

I can't imagine Oona
running away to the circus.

And having one of
them as a boyfriend.

For God's sake.

What?

Police service record,

Detective Inspector Gordon
Arthur Pullman, my dad.

Joined the Met in 1959.

Tell me his record, Brian.

I can't remember that far back.

Okay, from when
you do know, then.

Detective Inspector
G.A. Pullman.

Vice... 1970-72,

when he won the Queen's
Police Medal for bravery.

Serious Crime squad... '72-'74.

Drug squad... '74 to 1975.

Then what?

Then he died.

What happened two days before
he committed suicide, Brian?

I don't know.

Yes, you do. You know very well.

He was suspended from
duty. Now, why did they do that?

- I...
- Say it!

He was under investigation...

for corruption... CIB.

And who was the officer

in charge of that
investigation, Brian, hmm?

Detective Chief Inspector...

John Alan Halford.

What?

Don't tell me you didn't know.

Too bloody right I didn't.

Well, I'll just have to
take that one on trust.

So, Jack...

you knew my dad.

- I met him, yes.
- You investigated him.

And then he killed himself.

So, all those years ago

when you gave me my
break in the murder squad,

that's because you believed
in equal opportunities, was it?

'Cause you really
rated me as a detective,

regardless of what
everyone else thought?

- Yes.
- Bollocks!

All these years, you
never said one word.

- You lied to me.
- I never lied.

You lied by omission!

Just because you
didn't speak his name

doesn't mean you weren't lying!

- Sandra.
- No!

You lied to me,
and then you drove...

Your father killed a man.

He killed a small-time
pimp called Ian Randle

in Canning Town,
and he covered it up.

I never told you, and I
never told your mother.

But there you are. Now you know.

Your father was a good
detective, very good.

But he made a mistake.

It might even have
been accidental,

but the cover-up wasn't.

Anyhow, shortly before
I was due to arrest him,

I let him know that I knew

because I thought he
deserved that much.

That was my
mistake, and I'm sorry.

I don't believe you.

I don't believe he
was capable of that.

'Cause I knew him and
I knew what he was like.

He didn't do that.

You going after her?

I don't think that
would do any good.

So, where are you going?

What do you want now?

I wanted to look at your eyes.

Brown.

Brown.

Christy's are blue.

Blue-eyed blonde.

There's only one great love
in one's life, and it wasn't Bert.

Is that what you
were so afraid of?

That you might still love
him, Christy's real father?

No.

It's that I betrayed him.

Did you ring her... Sandra?

Uh, yeah. No answer.
I left a message.

All right, I give in.
What are we doing here?

I went to see Oona,
Christy's mum.

We talked about Christy's dad.

Yeah, Bert Dignam.

No, that was the name she
put on the birth certificate.

Having to confess to her parents
she was pregnant was bad enough.

But there was no way
she was going to admit

she didn't know
who the father was.

You're kidding.

She said it was Bert because
he was the circus owner.

I suppose It sounded
better than strongman.

Hello, Antonio.

We'd like to ask
you a few questions

about you and Bert and Oona.

Let me put some clothes on.

Now, let's get this straight.

Antonio is not Bert. He's
not the Great Miraculo.

No.

So who's dead?

Bert. Bert's dead.

Right. Okay.

So, what happened?

That's what we're
about to find out.

Jesus.

Antonio!

- Don't go in.
- Antonio!

An... Oh!

What are you doing?

- No. No.
- Jack.

- Jack, leave it.
- Jack, Jack.

Come on, mate.

- Quickly!
- There you go.

Thank you.

Okay.

Well, you should be okay now.
Just keep an eye on the chest.

Yeah.

Well, Antonio's not
too bad, amazingly.

The doc says he's
even okay to talk.

Okay.

That was a very
stupid thing to do.

What were you trying to prove?

I'm retired. I don't
have to prove anything.

Governor, um, Oona
wants to see him.

Let her.

I think it might help.

Okay.

You're a very lucky man.

So, you killed Bert Dignam?

He was gonna close the circus.

And that justified
murder, did it?

We argued in his caravan.

I tried to make him
change his mind,

but he said that I was an idiot,

that I didn't even know
that he'd slept with Oona.

I hit him...

once.

Then what did you do?

He still had a cigarette
burning in his hand.

I just turned on the gas.

Then I left and got
Minnie to lock the door

so no one could get in.

Minnie?

A monkey.

Minnie was really clever.

She locked the door
and got out through...

Through the
skylight in the roof.

I waited.

Nothing happened.

The gas had run out.

But I couldn't get back in.

Then through the window I
saw that Bert had caught fire.

Why did you want
to kill yourself?

Antonio?

I didn't know about Christy.

Beautiful.

But she took one look at
me and called me a freak.

An animal.

I had a daughter who
thought I was an animal.

I loved you, Oona.

I never loved anyone else.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Cheers. Thanks a lot.

So...

crime passionel, eh?

Uh-oh.

I hear there was a fire?

Yeah. Yeah.

Your mother and
your father are in there.

Right.

Well, well done.
Good work, all of you.

Thank you, sir.

Okay, I'll... I'll
finish up here,

and we'll do the rest tomorrow.

All right. See you tomorrow.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Cheers, Brian.

Jack?

You're wrong...

about my father.

You're wrong.

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