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How can Strickland
afford to keep a boat

in a place like this?

I couldn't afford to fish in it.

When I was a kid, this
whole place was a toilet.

Literally.

Few yards down the road,

the biggest sewage
plant in Bermondsey.

Thanks for that precise
mental image, Gerry.

Does he have to drag
us all the way out here?

I think it's very
nice of him, actually,

to take us for a bit of a sail.

It's his way of saying thank
you for all our hard work.

I'd prefer hard cash.

Oh!

Oh, oh, dear. Be careful.

Shut up.

Well, which one is Strickland's?

G7. It must be the
mooring number.

G9, G8...

Ah. Must be this one.

Oh. Blimey.

Wow.

Ah! Welcome aboard
The Last Minett!

He's having a laugh, isn't he?

I've seen bigger bathtubs.

♪ 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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- Mind your step.
- Thank you.

- No helipad, then?
- Thank you.

She may be small, Gerry,
but she's perfectly formed.

Cheers.

I'd like to raise a toast to
a notable year for UCOS.

While your methodologies
may not always be conventional...

it's difficult to argue
with the results.

- So, to UCOS.
- UCOS.

Hello there, Strickland.
Any of that going spare?

Alistair. This is
Alistair Dudley.

He's president of the
yacht club. Outgoing.

Alistair, will you have a glass?

Oh, thank you.

I say!

Strickers has kept
you very quiet, my dear.

Detective Superintendent
Pullman is in charge of UCOS.

These are the rest of her team.

Ah. Oh!

See I'm going to have to
be on my very best behavior.

Out of interest,

what do you reckon they're
asking for that boat over there?

If it was up to me, you
could have it for nothing.

You are not
thinking of buying it?

No, of course not.

I was just wondering
about the market value.

Oh, this is lovely,
Fisher, isn't it?!

Hello. Trouble at the mill.

Why don't you tell your
friends what you've done,

how you've ruined
someone's life?

Get off.

- You're a liar, Fisher.
- Oh, God. Leanne Sweeting.

Her father owns that old
tub you were asking about.

Who's she having a go at?

Lawrence Fisher.
He's a developer.

- You're a liar!
- Come on. That's enough.

You're just making
yourself look silly now.

Now who looks silly, eh?!

- Get her off, Emilio.
- Get off me!

- Right. Off the boat.
- Get off! I can walk myself.

- Get off!
- Excuse me.

- Get off!
- Is everything okay?

Yeah, it's fine.

I think Miss Sweeting
was about to leave anyway.

Just a gate-crasher
without an invitation.

And you don't come back.
This is private property.

Get your hands
off me, you creep!

You think you've got away
with what you did to my dad?!

You're wrong!
And I can prove it!

Go on! Get her out of here!

Don't worry!

I wouldn't stay in this poxy
marina if you begged me!

She's not happy.

Get off!

Get off!

- Come here!
- Easy. Easy!

- Ugh!
- Oh!

That's enough!

I said that's enough! Enough.

Get out of here!

Jack?

- You all right?
- Leave me alone.

I'm not one of
that lot, you know?

Who are you?

I'm with the
Metropolitan Police.

And I'd like to know why
you would want to destroy

a perfectly good jacket.

- Ask Fisher.
- I'm asking you.

You said down there something
about being able to prove it.

Prove what?

How he killed five people,

then looked on while
my dad took the blame.

Well, go on. I'm listening.

Dad was a waterman.

He used to tow
barges up the river.

Eight years ago he
had a head-on collision

with a boat owned by a
guy called Grant Milburn.

Yes. I remember.

I also remember the coroner
said it was a tragic accident.

Accident?

Lawrence Fisher sabotaged
Grant Milburn's boat

'cause he wanted him dead.

Have you any evidence
to prove that statement?

Better than that. A witness.

Does this witness have a name?

- Dean Collier.
- And who might he be?

He's the guy Fisher
hired to murder Milburn.

And I told Strickland
what Leanne said,

and I think he's
gonna go for it.

Go for what?

Reinvestigate the
case. I compiled a report.

Did you?

Why not? It's
perfectly legitimate.

Jack, get real.

There is no way that
Strickland's gonna stir up

a hornet's nest at
his own yacht club.

Isn't he?

He acted very strangely
when Leanne went berserk.

Like he wasn't even surprised.

What, Strickers?
He's one of them!

It's all deck shoes
and flannels.

I wouldn't be surprised
if he still uses Brylcreem.

When I spoke to him, he
wasn't very keen on Fisher.

Who wasn't?

Strickland. I've
put in a report.

About the boat crash.

Morning.

I've read your report, Jack.
I think you should go ahead.

I'm sorry?

We're reinvestigating
the Sweeting case.

Are you absolutely
sure about this, sir?

Yeah. Yeah.

Fisher's a decent enough guy,

but if there's a
scintilla of doubt...

Lawrence Fisher.

Multimillionaire
property developer.

Grant Milburn.

He's the man Leanne
claims Fisher murdered.

He made his millions in casinos.

Oh, right. I remember him.

I'm not surprised. It was
probably you that made him rich.

They were business rivals.

On the 16th of October, 2001,

Milburn was out on the
Thames in his gin palace

along with his
teenage son, Justin,

and a family
friend, Patrick Nash.

His wife, Carole,
had stayed at home.

But also on board were
two East European sisters,

Anna and Branka Kamenov.

They were both croupiers
at one of Milburn's casinos.

No wonder he left his
old woman at home.

Around about 6:30
the fog came down,

so Milburn headed back up
the river towards the marina.

Meanwhile, coming back the
other way was Leanne's father,

Neville Sweeting, piloting
his tug, the Sydney G.

60 feet long, 80 tons.

The only other person
on board was Luke Wilkins,

his 15-year-old deckhand,

and they were heading
back to their boatyard.

What happened next
made all the front pages.

The Sydney G plowed headlong
into Milburn's oncoming boat.

In fact, it plowed
right through it.

There were only two survivors...
Neville Sweeting himself

and Milburn's
teenage son, Justin,

who, incidentally,
was at the wheel.

Yeah, but what
happened to the others?

Postmortem says that
Milburn was already dead

when he entered the water.

Massive trauma to head

consistent with the
impact of collision.

Anna Kamenov's body was
found a mile down the river.

Luke Wilkins wasn't
found till a week later.

Washed up in Essex.

Yeah, well, they're all
washed-up in Essex.

What about Patrick Nash and...

Branka? Their bodies
were never recovered.

How come there weren't
any witness statements?

Because there
weren't any witnesses.

You're telling me that two big
boats crashed into each other

in the middle of the
Thames and nobody saw it?

- Not in the fog, they didn't.
- Where you going?

Well, I thought we could
take a look at Sweeting's tug.

Go on, then.

It's been moored
here since the accident,

waiting to be scrapped.

Hold on. If it was an accident,
how come Neville got the blame?

Justin claimed that the
Sydney G was traveling too fast.

According to the files,
Neville had previous, didn't he?

Several members
of the yacht club

testified that he'd tried
to ram them in the past.

They reckoned he'd got
some kind of a grudge

about yachties
gentrifying the river.

- And what did Neville say?
- Well, he didn't.

He hardly said two words
all the time he was in custody.

Guilt?

He was never charged
with anything criminally.

- Why not?
- Because of lack of evidence.

Except that one of
his navigation lights

was on the blink.

Apparently, if that
had been working,

there might never
have been an accident.

That's why the coroner
ruled unlawful killing.

Neville was done for
negligence in the civil courts

by Milburn's widow.

He lost the lot.

Boatyard, business, everything.

So the crash was his fault.

Apparently... Until
eight years later,

when along comes Dean Collier,

and he claims that Fisher asked
him to sabotage Milburn's boat.

- When was this?
- Just before the accident.

But there was never any evidence
of the boat being tampered with.

And it was scrapped years ago.

And has this Dean
Collier bloke got any proof?

That's what I'm
hoping to find out.

He's in the office now.

So, what was the point
dragging us down here?

Well, it's evidence,
isn't it?! Come on!

Photographic
evidence is all that I like.

What do you expect?

You're ex-army.

Royal Green Jackets.

The ones that walk fast.

We do other stuff as well.

You were in the
gulf. How was that?

Hot.

How did you meet
Lawrence Fisher?

When I come out the army,
I got a job as a doorman

at one of the clubs.

Got to know some of his people.

They said Fisher
wanted to see me.

What about?

He wanted me to,
heh, sort someone out.

Grant Milburn.

What did he ask
you to do, exactly?

Something to his boat, but
make it look like an accident.

What did you say?

I said just because
I'd been a squaddie

didn't mean I killed
people for a living.

How come you never
reported this to the police?

Day after I turned Fisher down,

my car went straight
through a school crossing.

All I could do to avoid
killing a mum and her kid.

I found out later my
brake pipes had been cut.

You think Fisher did it?

No, I think it was
the Christmas Fairy

- Do you still have the car?
- It was eight years ago.

No. I dumped it.

When you heard about the boat
accident, what did you do then?

I didn't...

I was back abroad.

A few of my mates had
got jobs out in the gulf again,

working in private security.

I didn't know about
the crash till I got back.

- So who told you?
- Leanne.

We met out the blue.

When I found out what
happened to her dad,

I had to say something.

Otherwise I reckoned Fisher's
getting away with murder.

But you turned him down.

So, what are you
accusing him of?

Well, isn't it obvious?

He got someone
else to do it, didn't he?

But you have no actual proof?

How much bloody
proof do you need?!

Fisher killed those people,

and he's been getting
away with it ever since.

Fisher and Milburn
were business rivals.

It's just a slanging match.
Collier's word against Fisher's.

Ex-squaddie with a grudge
versus Mr. Moneybags.

- Yeah.
- Governor?

Word is that Fisher had
been trying to buy into

Milburn's casino
empire for years

but kept getting knocked back.

- So who owns it now?
- Fisher.

He bought a
majority shareholding

three months after Milburn died.

But that's nothing.

Guess who owns Neville's
boatyard after it went bust?

- Fisher.
- No flies on him, are there?

So one way or another,

Fisher made a fortune
from that accident.

It doesn't mean he caused it.

Yeah, and the
pope's not Catholic.

It's still worth
giving Fisher a call.

If nothing else, he's very
good for a decent gin and tonic.

Oh, hello. You been shopping?

You're joking.
There's a recession on.

This is everything that
remains from the first inquiry.

Everything? Is that it?

There was an inventory of
what everyone was wearing

on the day of the accident.

Milburn's lot were
all in casual clothes.

Polo shirts and the like.

Patrick Nash was wearing a blue
jacket with an open-neck collar.

And Neville and his crew
hand were both in overalls.

And who said the
class system was dead?

But nobody seems
to have owned this tie.

Milburn could have kept it
on board for formal occasions.

Well, his widow said
she'd never seen it before.

Maybe it was just
floating in the river?

It was recovered
from the sunken boat.

All right, have a
chat with Dudley

and see if it's got any
nautical significance.

Why don't I go and see Leanne's
father, see what he has to say?

- Okay.
- I'm going out for a cigarette.

No, you're not.

All right. Thanks
very much. Cheers.

Detective
Superintendent Pullman.

This is Gerry Standing.

We met the other
day at the marina.

Tug driver's daughter.

Sorry about your
friend's jacket.

I think he'll get over it.
Thanks for sparing us your time.

Thank you for dragging me
away from bloody architects.

So you're planning to change
the landscape, are you?

All this was working
docks when I was a child.

Cargo ships from
every corner of the world.

- I loved it.
- You from 'round here?

About 1,200 yards that way.

We had nuffink,
but we was honest.

So, Grant Milburn.

I didn't think you were
looking to buy off-plan.

We are reinvestigating
the circumstances

surrounding Grant
Milburn's death, yes.

A long way of saying you think
Miss Sweeting has something.

Well, you and
Milburn were rivals.

No secret in that.

We spoke to someone who claims

that you wanted to
"sort Milburn out."

A turn of phrase I don't recall
using since I was about 10.

This would be Dean
Collier, I presume?

You know Collier?

I think that's stretching
the meaning of the word.

Then why did Collier say

that you tried to hire
him to kill Milburn?

Because I wouldn't pay him off
when he tried to blackmail me.

Blackmail?

You never reported
that to the police.

I'd been told Collier had
been invalided out of the army.

Post-traumatic stress.

I'm not in the business
of trying to ruin someone

who's already ruined.

Especially fighting
for his country.

When Milburn died, you
took control of his casino.

When Sweeting was ruined,
you bought his boatyard.

I could have paid a lot less
for that boatyard, but I didn't.

I gave him the market price.

Only Leanne thinks otherwise.

Mr. Fisher.

I'm sorry. I have to go.

Give Bob my regards.

Bob?

I preferred "Strickers."

Dad?

Dad?

He'll be down here.

Dad?

Dad.

This is the man I told
you about from the police.

Jack Halford. Unsolved
Crimes and Open Case Squad.

Mr. Halford's
trying to help, Dad.

He wants to talk to you
about what happened.

Mr. Sweeting,
for me to help you,

you're gonna have to
talk to me at some point.

- You're eight years too late.
- Better late than never.

My daughter has led you
here on a fool's errand.

- Dad.
- Who's the fool?

Five people died.

One of them a boy that
was like a son to me.

And nothing Leanne or you
or any other bugger can do

is gonna bring that boy back.

So do me a favor and go home.

Is he always like that?

I'm sorry.

- He's on medication?
- Antidepressants.

But he doesn't always take them.

He said Luke was like a son.

I think I let him
down by being a girl.

Oh, I doubt that very much.

Grief can affect people.

Oh, no, I mean he felt he
had no one to pass it all on to...

Tugboat skills,
river traditions.

Then he found Luke.

Must have been very hard on you.

Yeah.

But just won't forgive himself.

'Cause of the light on
the tug being broken.

But it wasn't his fault
Luke and those people died.

He's a good man.
Fisher's a liar.

She was a pretty thing once.

All it needs is some...

TLC.

Yeah, spot on. You'd
make a lovely couple.

I don't think me
wife would approve.

Jealous type?

She prefers things
more on the dry side.

Ah.

Well, you could always
make it a solo venture.

Man and boat pitted
against the elements.

Sir Francis Chichester.

Gipsy Moth IV.

Absolutely.

Well, if you decide you want
her, you know where to find me.

You know that motor yacht
over by the lock gates there?

That's similar to Grant
Milburn's boat, isn't it?

Well, it's a more recent model.

But essentially,
yes. More or less.

Only we're reopening
the investigation

into the accident, and there's
not much left of the original.

Any chance of a quick peek?

Yeah, why not?

Oh!

I'll take you up here.

Wow!

- May I?
- Yes, please.

Mind you don't start her up.

One nudge of those throttles,
and you'll be halfway to Calais.

Fantastic.

And Milburn's ended
up just matchwood?

Terrible.

That must have
been very upsetting

for people at the club.

I didn't know him all that well,

but he was pretty popular
with a lot of the members.

And is it right some
of them claimed

Sweeting had intimidated them?

Oh, yes. Man was a menace.

He'd steer straight at
you to prove a point.

What point?

Well, because he and his family

had worked the
river for generations,

he thought that he owned it.

God forbid any pleasure craft

should get in the
way of his working tub.

Oh, I know what I
wanted to ask you.

Do you know what this is?

Yes. It's a tie.

But what kind of tie?

Silk?

No. No.

Look. The crest. The motto.

Does that mean anything?

Anything nautical?

Does it?

Thanks for your time.

Not at all. Not at all.

Do you know where I
can find Justin Milburn?

I take it you're not here
for the race meeting?

Well, they're a
jolly little bunch.

The idea is if
the local joyriders

are getting their thrills here,

they're not killing
anyone out there.

Very commendable.

Well, I hope your
social conscience

means that you
won't mind helping me.

Do what?

Reexamine what happened to
your father and the others who died.

I'll take that as a yes.

Tell me, before the accident,

was there anyone who might
have threatened your father?

What's so funny?

I mean, you could threaten
my dad, but you'd regret it.

Why? Was he violent?

He could handle himself.
But he didn't need to.

I mean, look,
I've said all this.

Eight years ago.

Was there anyone who might
have held a grudge against him?

Enough, say, to want
to sabotage his boat?

I was steering it.

I'd have noticed if there
was something wrong.

You say you were
traveling slowly

when you came up the river.

So how come there wasn't time

to steer out of the way
when you saw the tug?

It was thick fog.

The tug come out of
nowhere, straight at us.

I was 17.

Maybe, uh...

Maybe someone
with more experience

could have avoided it.

God knows I wish it hadn't
been me at the wheel.

Can you tell me what
exactly you did do?

Panic.

I started shouting at the
tug, everyone on board.

It was too late.

Next thing I know,
I'm in the water,

grabbing hold of
a life vest and...

The two East European
girls... Anna and Branka.

Whose idea was it to bring
them along? Your father's?

- It wasn't like that.
- Like what?

They were just, uh,
friends from Dad's work.

They were... nice.

I understand that
after the accident

you stopped living at home.

Why?

I couldn't look my
mother in the eye.

You think she blamed
you for the accident?

She never said it, but...

I don't see much
of her these days.

You'd think a tragedy like that

would bring mother
and son closer together,

not drive them apart.

Still, I suppose it
depends on the family.

So how did it go with Fisher?

He's claiming that Collier
tried to blackmail him.

You know, Jack, Dean could
be telling Leanne a pack of lies.

Fisher says that Collier
was invalided out the army

with post-traumatic stress.

I checked. He's right.

So, what?

Collier's a fantasist?

- Where have you been?
- Down the library.

Cor, you know how
to live, don't you?

Remember that tie?

The one with the
motto on the crest?

"Concordia salus et veritate."

It's Latin.

No shit, Sherlock.
What's it mean?

Well, according to the
English-Latin dictionary,

something like "salvation
through harmony."

Sounds like an
advert for shampoo.

Or the Nazis.

Or a choir, even.

- Yeah, I thought choir.
- So whose motto is it?

I've absolutely no idea.

Well, that kills two
birds with one stone.

Who is it, Dean?

Careful. You'll
catch your death.

So, love's young dream, eh?

And when exactly were
you going to mention

that you were an item?

Or do you both suffer
from selective memory loss?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means you
carefully forgot to say

that you left the
army with PTSD.

That doesn't change anything.

At a guess, I'd say you
weren't the brains of the outfit.

We didn't plan this.

We got to know each
other. It just happened.

Right.

Okay, so how much did you
pay him for what he told us?

How can you say that?

Years of experience.

Or did you just make it all
up in order to get her into bed?

I think you'd better leave.

Lawrence Fisher says
you tried to blackmail him.

- He's a liar.
- He'd say anything.

And your dad said you were
taking me on a fool's errand.

Old geezer feels sorry for you,

so you lead him
up the garden path.

- Is that it?
- No. I swear.

Everything I said is true.

I doubt if you'd even know
the meaning of the word.

But just in case I'm wrong,

I suggest that you and
Romeo here find some proof.

Because if you don't,
this case is dead.

Carole Milburn?

Yeah?

Anywhere nice?

Your bag.

Oh! No, just the gym.

I do a Pilates class
at the leisure center.

How long is it since
you moved out here?

Straight after the accident.

Me and Grant lived in
that house nearly 15 years.

It didn't feel
right without him.

Justin said that you don't see
much of each other anymore.

Not because of me.

I tried to keep in contact,
but he wouldn't have it.

He thinks I blame
him for what happened.

I've told him I never have.

But nothing I say
makes any difference.

They did everything
together, him and Grant.

He's never got over it.

Did your husband ever mention
someone called Lawrence Fisher?

Grant never talked
business. Not with me.

He was a bit old-fashioned.

Women and work, you know?

Were you ever aware of
anyone threatening your husband?

Neville Sweeting drove
his tug straight through him.

I think that's pretty
threatening, don't you?

What can you tell us about

the two croupier girls
that were on board?

That was more
for Justin's benefit.

- He had a thing for one of them.
- You didn't approve?

Grant thought it was...

Well, probably thought
it'd make a man of him.

All those raging
hormones, you know?

Patrick Nash. Was he
a close family friend?

Well, yeah, sort of. We
were at school together.

Grant and him were like that.

I never got a
look-in, to be honest.

Um, excuse me. May
I use your loo, please?

- Just by the front door.
- Thank you.

I was gonna ask if I could
borrow a photo of your husband,

but I can't see any.

I couldn't bear to
have them in the house.

I still can't.

Some people think I
should be over it by now.

But I just can't.

She lives on her own.

Some of the rooms are
bound to be half empty.

But both bedrooms were the same.

Plus, if Milburn was so rich,

how come his widow lives
in a poky little place like that?

Maybe she invested it all.

Yeah. Not in soft furnishings.

Oi.

I'm telling you,

it felt more like a place
that was for sale or rent

rather than where
someone actually lives.

Concordia...

Harmony. Harmony.

Any joy?

Whose idea was it
to put mottos in Latin?

I mean, what's the point of
using a dead bloody language?

I've looked up the
definition of this thing,

and all I get is "Salvation
through harmony."

I mean, it’s ridiculous.
It's nonsense.

Well, "concordia" doesn't
simply mean "harmony."

It's like some Latin nouns

can have several
variant meanings

dependent upon its context.

Like, um, "union" or
"working together."

Oh, yeah. "Salvation
through union."

"The Anglicized version

of the Latin motto
'Concordia salus et veritate, '

commemorating the
twinning of Sch... Schlöden..."

Schlödenburg.

"Schlödenburg and
Elmfield, April 1994."

Huh.

You're wrong about Dean.

Am I?

He's the only one who's ever
stood up for me or my dad.

And I love him for it.

When Dean come along, he give
me something to believe in again.

And I am not letting
you take that away.

Every day I wake up worrying
I'm gonna read in the paper

that my dad's killed himself.

Please.

It wasn't his fault.

How did you get in here?

I shifted a couple of mops.

How long are you gonna
keep up this vow of silence?

You're not the first person to
lose someone you love, you know?

But at least you
ought to recognize

someone who still loves you.

Blimey, I thought I was good
at feeling sorry for myself.

But you're the gold medalist.

Leanne says you blame yourself,

that's why you
don't want to talk.

But I am beginning to
think you don't want to talk

because you know it was your
fault and that they were right.

You drove into Milburn's
boat deliberately.

He was going too fast.

Justin Milburn swears
he was going slowly.

He's a liar.

All right, the light on my tug

may not have been
working too well.

They might have seen
me a bit earlier, but...

The truth is, he drove into me.

That was taken about
just before the crash.

This is Luke?

Yeah. He was 15.

He'd have been 24 next month.

He loved his tugs, but the
Sydney G was his favorite.

You know, when she
was pulling a heavy load,

she used to lie
really low in the water,

and he used to love being
up in the front on the bow.

And his mum was
always worrying about him,

but I used to tell her
that I'd make sure

no harm ever came to him.

Now I can't even bring
myself to go and visit his grave.

So Milburn's boat
drove into you.

Not the other way 'round.

He was going like a madman.

But I couldn't prove
anything, could I?

So, professor.

"Caesar et sum jam
for tea." Is that it?

You may mock,

but the fact is Latin
is a very evocative

and beautiful language.

So you don't know what it means?

As it happens, through my
intuitive grasp of linguistics,

I realized that Concordia,
like many Latin words,

can have several
variant meanings

dependent upon its context.

Oh, so it's a guess.

No.

I simply accessed
various websites

with different translations of
the motto and came up with this.

What, a Bavarian beer festival?

Not the beer. The town.

Schlödenburg was twinned

with Elmfield Borough
Council in 1994.

The tie commemorates
the inaugural ceremony.

Neville Sweeting
finally decided to talk.

Sandra!

So after I spoke to him,

I went to the Maritime
and Coastguard Agency.

Now this is the latest
state-of-the-art software

which they use to
reconstruct shipping accidents.

So I got them to
program ours in.

Now, Justin says
that Neville's tug

was coming at him at full speed.

With the tide, that
would be about 20 knots.

If that's true, this is what
would have happened.

Cool! Can I play
with that later?

Now, these are the
scene-of-crime photos

of Milburn's boat.

They don't match the simulation.

Right, so we ran
the crash again,

only this time according
to what Neville told me.

Now, he said that his
tug was crawling along,

and it was Milburn's boat
that came out of the fog

like a mad thing.

Almost identical. Justin
lied about his speed.

Hardly surprising, seeing
as he killed five people.

Yeah, but the light was
broken on Neville's boat.

So Justin's still
only partly culpable.

And he's the first
to blame himself

for not steering out of the way.

His mother said he had a
crush on one of the girls on board.

He's only human.

Dig out what you can about
them. Anna and Branka.

I could take a trip down to the
casino where they used to work.

See if any of the
punters remember them.

Very self-sacrificing
of you, Gerry.

And how are you
going to fund that trip?

It's police business.

Presumably any
out-of-pocket expenses

will be covered by
the appropriate funds?

Okay.

But Jack goes with you.

And the money goes with Jack.

Right. I think we
should split up.

Give us half the float.

Oh, Gerry. More
than my life's worth.

Ah! Whiskey?

Cheers.

Ohh.

Jack, you're giving
too much away.

You're supposed to
bluff 'em into thinking

you've got a good hand.

Do the words "grandmother"
and "suck eggs"

mean anything to you?

German porn?

How many, sir?

I'll play these, thanks.

Uh, I think I'm gonna
have a sniff 'round.

Yeah, well, don't get lost.

Just don't lose the
whole float in one hand.

Evening.

I've heard about women like you.

And there are laws
about men like you.

No, I mean the casino
employs gorgeous women

to get high
rollers to the table.

High roller?

Well, no, I'm more a
Morris Minor, actually.

You're right. I do
want your money.

- Devil woman.
- Because I'm the duty manager.

Oh, excellent. Then you
may be able to help me.

Anna and Branka Kamenov.

They worked here as
croupiers eight years ago.

Before my time. Things run
a little differently here now.

- Meaning?
- And why should I tell you?

Oh, yeah, I'm sorry...

Gerry Standing. The Met.

Unsolved Crime and
Open Case squad.

Now, these two girls
died in a boating accident

along with the bloke who
used to own this place.

- Grant Milburn.
- That's right.

And you say he ran
things differently?

He recruited a lot of his
croupiers from overseas.

From outside the EC.

- Because?
- Because they were cheap.

Any other reasons?

When I first arrived, one
of the former regulars asked

if our croupiers
still did private work.

And "private" meaning...

Meaning, I suspect, that
some of the previous girls

did more than spread
betting for their clients.

Guess what I just heard
about the Transylvania Two.

Hang on a minute,
Gerry. I'm on a roll here.

Full house. 2s on jacks.

Full house wins.

Thank you.

Now, what were your
hot tips for success?

Class of '68.

Patrick Nash and Grant Milburn.

"Hall of Shame."

"End of School Disco 1968."

"Patrick and Carole
seal their true love."

Oh, do they?

The secret, Gerry, is to
have an unreadable face,

nerves of steel...

And talk through your ass.

Now, don't let
bitterness creep in.

It's beginner's luck, Jack.
It's how they suck you in.

Bitter and twisted.

Well, come on, then.
Let's divvy up the dosh.

Winner takes all.

Anyway, I've got to have
another little chat with Justin.

Good night.

Oh, did I miss the
starting lineup, then?

Was there something you wanted?

Quick question.

You said that
Neville Sweeting's tug

was traveling towards
you at full speed.

- Yeah, that's right.
- Ah.

Well, we ran some
computer tests,

courtesy of the Maritime
and Coastguard Agency.

And guess what?

The computer
doesn't agree with you.

Well, you should
run some more, then.

I was there. I know what I saw.

In a fog? In a split-second?

Neville Sweeting says
that yours was the boat

speeding out of control.

Yeah, well, he would do.

Did you know that Anna and
Branka worked as prostitutes

in your father's casino?

What, did you get that from the
Maritime blah-blah-blah as well?

Is that why your mother didn't
want you to see Anna again,

because she knew
she was a working girl?

That's not true!

Look, I was 17, man.

And, yes, okay, I
was mad about Anna.

But the only reason my
mother didn't want me to see her

is 'cause she's a
xenophobic snob.

"Xenophobic," eh?

Oh, well. See you again.

God, there's hundreds of them.

Bloody hell.

Cuddly Dudley.

All right! Keep your wig on.

- Morning.
- It's 7:00 a.m.

He said it was urgent.

I've got something to show
you, and it couldn't wait.

Is that coffee?

Might have known Grumpy
wouldn't be far behind.

Alistair Dudley was a
councilor before he retired.

There he is wearing
the exact same tie

as was recovered
from the accident.

Well, you don't know it's
the same tie. Just one like it.

Sandra, he said he
didn't recognize it.

- He lied.
- Possibly.

All right. Go to the
council offices in Elmfield.

See if any of those people
might have known Milburn.

In the meantime, Gerry,

you and I are going to
go back to talk to Carole.

What about?

I was on their old
school website.

Patrick Nash and
Milburn were best mates.

However, it turns out

that before Milburn
and Carole got together,

Carole and Patrick Nash

were the school's
Romeo and Juliet.

Oh, shagging?

I think the preferred term
is "childhood sweethearts."

Yeah. Shagging.

If Anna and Branka
were on the game,

I reckon Carole knew about it.

That's why she didn't want
Justin mixing with them.

Maybe that's why Justin still
keeps his mum at arm's length.

Oh, oh! Before we forget.

Tell the governor the good news.

Go on.

You weren't so coy last night
when you won all that money.

You won? Whoo!
Good man. Hand it over.

Loss or profit, Jack, it
stays with the department,

so hand it over.

Where would I find the names
of former councilors, please?

Thanks very much.

"Planning subcommittee,
3rd of October 2001.

Chair... Councilor A. Dudley."

What is this... Let's
Doorstep Halford Week?

Leanne doesn't know I'm here.

I came to tell you that I love
her, but I didn't lie for her.

What's this?

It's a receipt from the
garage where I took my car.

I found it.

You can ask them
about the brake pipe.

Me and Patrick?

That was when we were at school.

That was ancient history.

Long before I got
together with Grant.

I didn't mention it

because I honestly
didn't think it was relevant.

Didn't it cause any awkwardness

between your
husband and Patrick?

Don't be silly.

Mind you, a bit of jealousy

might have made
him more appreciative.

Is that all you wanted
to ask me about?

No. Not quite.

When we couldn't find you
here, we tried at the leisure center,

and they said they hadn't
seen you for six weeks.

If I told you that I belong to
five different keep-fit classes,

would that explain it?

And honestly that
is not my favorite.

The changing
rooms are a little bit...

Oh, by the way, I dug
out some pictures of Grant.

Thanks.

Justin's 14th birthday.

Oh, excuse me.

Hello.

There was something
else I wanted to ask you.

Oh, yeah.

Were you aware
that the croupiers

at your husband's casino
often worked as prostitutes?

That is ridiculous.

Grant would never have
tolerated that, for a start.

How would you know? He didn't
involve you in business matters.

I think I'd have known if my
husband was running a brothel.

So that wasn't the reason why
you and Justin stopped speaking?

I told you I haven't
stopped speaking to him.

Have you ever lost anyone

in a terrible accident,
Superintendent?

No.

Then you'll have very
little idea of what it's like

for those who are left behind.

Governor, Brian wants us
to meet him at the marina.

It's about Dudley.

Is that Alistair Dudley?

Thanks for your time.

You bike it all the
way from Elmfield?

Never again.

Okay. What have you got?

I couldn't find anyone
who was at that German do,

who might know
Milburn, except Dudley.

And get this...

Cuddly wasn't just
any old councilor.

He was chairman of the
planning subcommittee

the same year that Grant
Milburn applied for permission

to build a new casino.

Dudley must have known Milburn
a lot better than he's letting on.

I'm not finished.

According to back copies
of The Elmfield Recorder,

Dudley took early
retirement from the council

a couple of years ago

after he was caught inside
a Thai massage parlor.

It was a very vigorous massage.

Bangkok?

- Brent Cross.
- Did he get charged?

Cautioned. He's expecting us.

Come on, then.

Mr. Dudley?

Ah.

Three of you, eh?

Well, I can't offer cocktails,
but it's very nice to see you.

That is you, isn't it?

Wearing a tie like this one,

which was recovered
from the accident.

What I'm asking
is, is this your tie?

Um, absolutely not.

Hundreds of people had that tie.

Any one of them could
have been on board.

So where's yours?

Oh, I chucked the
ghastly thing out years ago.

Oh, okay.

Only this one,

which was recovered from
the scene of the accident,

is now at our forensics lab.

What's amazing is how,

because of the massive
advances in forensics,

through a thing
called sweat tracing,

they can now locate
the DNA of the owner

of any article of clothing...

Even after them
just having touched it.

Even after eight years.

Now, you were arrested two
years ago at a massage parlor.

That was a complete
misunderstanding.

Of course it was.

The thing is that,
as it's now routine

to take a DNA swab
after every arrest,

we won't need to
take yours again

to see if it matches the
DNA on the tie or not.

So I'm giving you
one last chance.

Were you there on the
boat at the accident?

Yes or no?

I don't wish to
say anything else

without a solicitor present.

Of course. As is your right.

In which case, shall we go
somewhere a little less public?

Um, would you excuse me?

Sweat tracing?

When did that happen?

It didn't. I made it up.

You lied?

Everyone else is.

I thought it was just
a friendly boat ride.

Milburn said he wanted
to show me his plans

for the development
from the river.

Well, it turned out he'd
applied for planning consent

for a super casino.

I didn't know he was gonna
set me up with one of those girls.

Which girls?

Well, the croupiers.
The sisters.

Yeah. What happened?

Well, I thought we were on
our way back to the marina,

when suddenly they
walked in on me below deck

and started taking
their clothes off.

And you had no idea
this was gonna happen?

- Absolutely not!
- So you didn't indulge?

Look, I'm... I'm not saying...

I'm not saying they
weren't attractive.

But I also realized it was
one of Milburn's ploys.

- You mean like a bribe?
- I mean like blackmail.

I discovered a camera
hidden in the cabin.

One of those digital
camcorder things.

It was filming everything.

What did you do
when you found it?

Well, I didn't get much
chance to do anything.

The door burst open
and Justin was there.

Cor, he threw a fit.

I didn't know he was
sweet on one of the girls.

- What did he do?
- Screamed. Shouted.

Then stormed out.

I told the girls to get dressed.

But next thing I know,
there's an almighty crash,

and we're in the river.

You know, you can't
imagine how terrifying that is.

Not knowing which way is up.

Freezing-cold water.

Next thing I know, I'm
bobbing along on the surface

hundreds of yards downstream.

Go on... You swam away

and pretended you'd
never been on the boat.

I was in shock.

By the time I got
out of the water,

I realized no one had seen me,

so there was no
reason to believe

anyone would
know I was on board.

Why cover it up?

Well, there had been...
other incidents in the past.

Incidents?

With girls.

If it had come out, you
see, that I had been involved,

it, um...

I panicked.

Justin never mentioned
you being on board.

- Why not?
- Well, I went to him afterwards.

He didn't take much
convincing to say nothing.

The last thing he
wanted coming out

was that his father was
running a prostitute scam.

Especially with this Anna.

So he knew Anna
was a prostitute?

He did by then.

And you never
saw the other boat?

No. But I felt it, all right.

How long between Justin
leaving the cabin and the crash?

Oh...

A minute or two?

Justin would barely have had
time to get back up on deck.

He certainly
wasn't at the wheel.

His dad and Patrick Nash
would still have been up there.

- Either way, the lad lied.
- Everybody's lying.

Still doesn't explain why
the boat was going so fast.

He didn't go up to ask his dad

the going rate
for three in a bed.

Standing.

Something must have happened

after Justin stormed
out the cabin.

Oh, right. I'll be right up.

Well, you can ask him
yourself. Justin's just arrived.

Must have been a bit of a
blow finding out your own father

was pimping out
the girl you fancied.

Even harder to take knowing

that she was happy
to go along with it.

She didn't just
go along with it.

I told you. It's not true.

Oh, I see.

So Anna and her
sister being filmed naked

in the cabin with
Alistair Dudley...

What was that, then?

An advert for Health
and Efficiency magazine?

Your father knew you were
sweet on Anna, didn't he?

And yet he got her and
Branka to play naughty

with a dirty old
letch like Dudley,

knowing you were on board.

I mean, what's that about?

Dudley said you
stormed up to the deck.

You must have been furious.

Did you confront your dad?

Justin?

Did you confront
your dad about Anna?

What was it?

Was it a fight?

The start of one?

You fought with your father.

No. It was him and Patrick.

They were having
a go at each other.

Patrick Nash was
fighting your father?

Why? What about?

It was my mother.

Dad was screaming
at him. Patrick.

About him and my
mum having an affair.

Next thing I knew, Patrick
smashed my dad into the wheel.

Hit his head against it.

The boat swung one
way, then the other.

My dad fell against the throttle

and the boat just,
uh, lurched forward.

So you were never at the wheel?

And now the boat
was out of control?

And then, um...

You hit the tug.

I didn't even see it.

I went overboard. Um,
trying to find the others.

To find Anna.

But she was gone.

All... All of them
had just gone.

You're saying Patrick
Nash killed your father?

I don't know if he killed him,

but I saw my dad's
head hit the wheel.

Rather convenient, blaming
your father and Patrick.

Seeing as how they're both dead.

- I'm telling you the truth.
- Eight years too late.

Why have you been lying?

My mother. She asked me to.

She begged me
not to say anything.

- Because?
- Why do you think?!

My dad...

was a pimp.

She said it wasn't my fault.

I was only 17. She said
what happened wasn't...

Shouldn't be
allowed to ruin my life.

So, what, you ruin
Neville Sweeting's instead?

Your mother got you to lie
'cause she was about to receive

a large payout in compensation,
plus a huge sum of money

from the sale of her
dead husband's business.

Between you, you
destroyed Sweeting's name

and made him bankrupt.

What's gonna happen next?

Well, you lied at a
coroner's inquest.

That's perjury.

As for your mother...

Let's just say I am going to
be having a few words with her.

Does your mother know
Dudley was on board?

Not in, is she?

Never is.

Can I help you?

No, thank you.

She's not there.

- We know that.
- Hardly ever is.

She's gone away.
Won't be back for awhile.

- Away?
- About an hour ago.

She had cases with her.

She's always going away.

Nice for some, eh?

Did your mother give you
any money from the payout?

A little. To set
up the kart track.

- How much is a little?
- 50,000.

She wanted me to have
more, but I wouldn't take it.

Very noble. So, what
did she do with the rest?

She bought houses.

She likes houses.

They're abroad, most of them.

- Whereabouts?
- Northern Cyprus.

Apart from the one in Stanmore
and the other one in Kent.

Where in Kent?

Uh, I'm not sure.

She got it just
after the accident.

Carole Milburn heard us say
we were going to see Dudley.

She must have realized
we were getting close,

that she and Justin had lied.

I've notified all
ports, airports.

Don't you think
you're a little late?

No. I believe there's still
a chance we can get her.

We think she'll make
one last call en route.

And Fisher?

Land registry
have Carole Milburn

owning a house called The
Gables in Blean, near Canterbury.

It's very nice, apparently.
Rented to a David Livingstone.

Sorry, sir.

I'll call Kent Police,
get you some backup.

After 100 yards, turn right.

Oh, I love this thing.

After 50 yards, turn right.

I don't think this is right.

Don't listen to him!
He knows nothing!

No, no. This is wrong.

Turn right.

No. This is wrong. It's gone.

- Turn right.
- Turn it off!

- Turn right.
- Oh, for God's sake!

Take the next exit...

Turn left.

At the first opportunity,
turn around.

No, left, Jack! Left!

The next exit...

- Now!
- After 200 yards.

Turn around.

Oh, shut up!

We're here.

Yeah, you can't beat a good map.

Hello, Carole. Going
anywhere nice?

Patrick! You look pretty
good for a drowned man.

I'm not the first bloke
to have had an affair.

You might be the first dead one.

Eight years living
under an assumed name

is quite a trick, but
I'll tell you what...

Why don't we go back
to the night of the sinking?

Tell me why you
killed Grant Milburn.

I didn't kill him.

Justin's on record as saying
that he saw you hit Grant's head

on the wheel of the boat.

- It was self-defense.
- Don't think so.

Yes.

He found out about
Carole and me.

That's why he attacked
me. He went bananas.

So why, after the boat sank,
didn't you come forward?

'Cause you knew Justin had
seen what happened. That's why.

So you fake drowning,
you change your identity,

and you go into hiding.

I'd so like to meet the jury

that returns an innocent
verdict on that one.

Look, we could have gone
abroad. We both could.

But we didn't. We stayed.

Yeah. You stayed
until you got found out.

Four people drowned.

Wasn't my fault.

Nothing I could have done
would have bought them back.

No. Neville Sweeting
feels exactly the same way.

You knew that Neville
hadn't caused the accident.

Did I?

His navigation
lights were faulty.

The coroner's verdict
was unlawful killing.

The coroner didn't
know that Justin had lied,

that Dudley was on board,

and that Patrick
Nash had survived.

He certainly didn't
know that you were

having an affair with him.

And how do we know that
you and Patrick didn't plan it all?

Accident on a boat.

Justin was on board.

Do you really think I'd
risk my own son's life?

Even for Patrick.

Carole, four people drowned.

All you were worried about
was your lover and your money.

You are so wrong.

Patrick pushed and
pushed me to move abroad.

But I had to put
things right with Justin.

I couldn't just take off
and leave him here in bits.

Hope he appreciates it.

Where is he? Where's Justin?

I've got to talk to him.

Don't worry.

I'm sure he'll be up for
a bit of prison visiting.

I love you.

Love.

You still don't mention Fisher.

No.

You honestly don't think he
had anything to do with the crash?

I can't see how.

There's nothing whatsoever
to link him with Patrick Nash.

I meant Dean
Collier's crash. His car.

Collier has post-traumatic
stress disorder.

He and Leanne do
seem genuinely in love,

so maybe he simply
believes it happened

because he wants it
to be true for her sake.

So we have Dudley,
Justin Milburn,

and Carole Milburn ready
to be charged with perjury,

perverting the course
of justice, and fraud,

and Patrick Nash facing
a charge of manslaughter.

Yeah.

Well, normally we just get
through one or two in a case,

so four is quite an achievement.

Still, pity about Fisher.

So you've finally
decided to scrap her?

Taking her to the workshop.

- What, you're gonna do it up?
- Yeah, Leanne talked me into it.

I must be an idiot.

She can be very
persuasive, your daughter.

Thank you... Believing
us when nobody else did.

Oh, all hands on deck.
Here comes Captain Bligh.

- Morning.
- Sir.

I came to tell you that the
commissioner is very impressed.

He asked me to pass
on his congratulations.

New blazer, sir?

Yes. Yes. Do you like it?

They chuck one of those at
every president of the yacht club.

You're the new president?

Yes. Yes. Didn't I tell you?

There was some talk about
Lawrence Fisher taking the helm,

but it was felt he was a little
too close to, uh, recent events.

Have to dash. Club
committee meeting.

Time and tide wait for no
man. Not even the president.

What a total...

♪ 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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