All language subtitles for New Tricks - S06E03 - Fresh Starts

HALFORD: Bye, lads.

MAN: See you, Jack.
-MAN: Thanks for coming.

HALFORD:
Good to see you.

Hello, Cheryl.
How are you?

Surprised to see me,
Jack?

Derek would've wanted me
to be here, don't you think?

You're looking well.

He cut me out
of the will.

Half that house
is mine, Jack!

Look, l don't think this is
really the time or the place.

Does 20 years of marriage
not count for anything?

l expect Derek said that
when you left him.

Oh, touche, Jack.

How's the view from up there,
on the moral high ground?

l don't want to talk
about this, not today.

Funny, isn't it,

how l left him and he cut me
out of his will and, yet,

you left him and he
made you the executor?

-l didn't leave him.

Yes, you did;
you just slipped away

slowly enough
that he never noticed.

When was the last time
you saw him, Jack?

Or spoke to him, even?

[Scoff]

You were as sick of that
bloody case of his as l was.

You knew he was wasting
his time.

-l should be getting on.

Well, l'm contesting
the will, Jack.

He wasn't of sound mind
when he changed it.

-Oh, l think he was.

We'll let the law decide,
shall we?

You're wasting your time.
-Do you think there's

a judge anywhere who would look
at Derek's theories

on the Edelmann case
and still consider him sane?

This is Derek's
reputation, Cheryl.

lt's my money!

-And you're prepared to drag
his name through the mud,

tarnish everything he achieved
in his career,

just for a few quid?

Derek always wanted the case
to come to trial.

Now, he gets his chance.

Perhaps l'll see you
in court,

risking your own reputation
to defend Derek's.

l doubt it, though, eh?

WATERMAN: # lt's alright,
it's okay #

# doesn't really matter
if you're old and gray #

# lt's alright,
l say, it's okay #

# listen to what l say #

# lt's alright,
doin' fine #

# doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine #

# lt's alright,
l say, it's okay #

# we're gettin' to
the end of the day # #

SubRIP by docent{mults.org

l'm sorry, Jack,

but this case is neither
unsolved nor open.

Peter Edelmann
committed suicide.

Derek always thought there
was more to it than that.

-Yes, a lot more,
according to his files,

and none of it
remotely plausible.

Look, l'll be the first to admit
that some of Derek's theories

were a bit --
-l know he was a friend, Jack.

This is not about friendship,
Sandra, it's about loyalty.

A fellow police officer
whose name

is about to be dragged
through the mud.

-Jack, if we take this case on,
all that happens is

that we end up looking
every bit as crazy as Derek.

-Where's the harm in looking
through the files unofficially?

He may have missed something.

Be honest, Jack -- if this
file landed on your desk

and you'd never heard
the name Derek Brooker --

l know, l know,
l'd think he was

several sandwiches
short of a picnic.

But l knew Derek
and he was a good detective

and if he thought that
Edelmann's death was suspicious,

he must have had
grounds for it.

Okay, then,
put it on the board.

Thank you.

Peter Edelmann, respected
author and journalist,

specializing in evolutionary
biology and gene theory.

Oh, that Peter Edelmann.

On the 1 8th
of September 2002,

Edelmann's body was found
here in the woods

about four miles
from the village

of Tentemill Green,
where he lived,

and two miles from the perimeter
of an American Air Force base,

which has since been
decommissioned.

The cause of death was
an overdose of tranquillizers,

Temazepam, apparently
self-administered.

-l remember this case.
-There's a shock.

-One of the tabloids
claimed

to have
an anonymous source

who said Edelmann
was killed

by the American government.
-Ah, wouldn't surprise me.

And it was because
of those allegations

that a murder investigation
team was set up,

led by Derek Brooker,

but they couldn't find
any sign of foul play.

The pathologist's report
confirmed the overdose.

There was no sign
of any violence or coercion.

-And the coroner recorded
a verdict of suicide.

But Brooker still thought
there was a case to answer,

so he devoted his retirement to
pursuing his own investigation,

but was never able
to prove a thing.

Any motive?
Did Brooker have a theory?

Well, according
to witness statements,

Edelmann was involved
in an alleged incident here

in the woods, on the night
of 1 3th of September,

five days before he died.

What kind of incident?

Supposedly, an aircraft
had crash-landed.

The U.S. Air Force
denied it ever happened,

but Brooker
didn't believe them.

He was convinced
that Edelmann

had seen something
that night.

Derek's theory was that
Edelmann planned to publish

an account of what
he'd seen that night,

but was killed
to stop the story

from ever seeing
the light of day.

-So we find out
what the story was

and that gives us
potential motive.

That's the trouble --
Edelmann's computer was taken

during the course
of the investigation

and someone ''accidentally''
wiped the hard drive.

You're not serious.

l am.
-So it's not hard to see

why Derek thought there was
something fishy going on.

-Hang on,
this isn't Watergate,

so, before we all turn
into Woodward and Bernstein,

maybe Jack would like
to tell us

what Brooker thought
Edelmann had seen.

[Sigh] Brooker thought,
Brooker believed. . .

Peter Edelmann
was a member of a group

of UFO spotters.

They were the source

of the original murder
allegations and they claim

that it was a UFO that crashed
in the woods that night.

Flying saucer?

-Actually, a ''UFO'' just means
an ''unidentified flying object.''

A military test plane,
or the like.

''Unidentified'' doesn't
necessarily mean --

-Derek believed
that Edelmann was killed

because he'd seen evidence
of the U.S. government's

ongoing contact

with extraterrestrials,
Brian.

Ah.

-Look, Brooker might have got
his motives wrong,

but that doesn't mean
he was wrong about everything

and, if we can show that
Edelmann's death was suspicious,

then we can mount
a proper investigation.

-Peter Edelmann
was living

with his girlfriend,
Susannah Morton.

She's still
at the same address.

Seems like a good place
to start.

Absolutely not, Brian.

lt's not an official
investigation.

-So don't call it
an interview.

Derek Brooker was in regular
contact with Susannah Morton,

right up 'til when he died.

So what's to stop Jack
talking to her

off the record,
as a friend of Derek's?

And what's to stop us going
along with him,

for moral support?

Count me out.

-This is a colleague's
reputation on the line!

No, this is a massive
forest full of bloody Yanks,

that's what it is!

Two very good reasons
for me to stay here.

Fine. Then, whilst we're gone,
you can plow through

Derek Brooker's
case files for us.

''X-Files,'' more like.

''The truth is out there,''
Gerry.

Oh, look!

Peter Edelmann wrote
some of these.

''The Chicklid [Cichlid] Fish
of Lake Tanganyika. . .''

''Sicklid.''

Whatever.

''A Study of Speciation
in Evolution''

by P. Edelmann
and S. Morton.

Oh, thank you.
-Do have a seat.

Thank you.
-You cowrote this?

Well, the credit's
a bit generous.

Evolution isn't really
my field,

but l helped Peter out
with the maths.

l have a PhD
in particle physics.

Oh, right,
didn't realize.

That's okay.
Not looking like a physicist

is generally considered
a good thing.

The publishers wanted to print
a revised edition of that book,

but Peter was due
to fly out to the Congo

a week and a half
after he died.

The timing of his death is one
of the many reasons

l don't believe
he killed himself.

We should stress,
Miss Morton,

that we're not here
in any official capacity.

-We're looking over
Derek Brooker's files

and, if it appears there's
a case to be answered --

Peter didn't kill himself.
That much, l'm sure of.

Did he ever suffer
from depression?

No.

Or any kind of mental --

-No. We lived together
for 1 0 years.

l think l'd know if there
was something wrong.

And, yet, Peter died
of an overdose

of prescription
tranquillizers.

They were for the flight
to the Congo.

Peter was scared
of flying.

lf he had to get on a plane,
he'd take a pill

to knock him out
for the whole journey.

-How did he happen to have
the pills on him on that day?

That morning,
he'd gone into the surgery

to have his jabs
for the Congo.

He picked up the pills
at the same time.

-How was he
when he left the house?

l'd say he was. . .
preoccupied.

He could get like that
when he was working.

-This particular mood,

did it date from the incident
in the forest

that Derek Brooker
talks about in his report?

When Peter saw the UFO,
you mean?

With all the little green men
running around,

making crop circles

and interfering
with the local cattle?

ls that what you want
to know about?

Peter wasn't
some UFO nut.

He was involved with the group
because he was researching

an article into what motivates
irrational belief systems.

Did he tell you anything
about what happened that night?

Not really. He said he'd been
up into the forest,

which is where he got
the skin rash.

Rash?

Yeah. Peter had a rash
on his face, neck, and hands.

He said
it itched like hell.

Of course,
after he died,

that is what the conspiracy
theorists really latched onto.

A classic side effect of
a close encounter, apparently.

-But he gave you no indication
that anything

out of the ordinary
had happened that night?

The first l heard about
any plane crash was

during the investigation
into his death.

So, whatever happened,
presumably,

that's what Peter
was writing about?

Miss Morton, we need a good,
solid reason to question

the original verdict of suicide
in order to reopen this case.

Don't.

Don't reopen the case.

l don't believe

that Peter
killed himself,

but if proving that
breathes new life

into these ridiculous
conspiracy theories --

l'm saying don't reopen
the case, please.

Let Peter keep

what's left
of his name.

Ah, there you are!

Look lively, we have
another appointment.

With who?

-David Beaumont
and Terry Thaxted.

HALFORD: Who?
-Beaumont and Thaxted,

the organizers
of this UFO group

that Peter Edelmann
was involved with.

Absolutely not.

-No, no,
the allegations, Sandra.

These are the fellows
who first told the press

that Peter Edelmann
had been murdered.

Whatever we think about them,
we can't ignore them.

lt's one thing, to visit
Susannah Morton ''unofficially,''

but you can't go around
reinterviewing witnesses

when the case
is still closed!

-Oh, sorry, it's too late;
they're expecting us.

What?!
-Don't worry.

As far as they're concerned,
we were never there.

Come on.

Mr. Lane explained
the clandestine nature

of your visit
and l can assure you

that neither myself
nor Mr. Thaxted, here,

are strangers to subterfuge
in our line of work.

PULLMAN: What, exactly, is
your line of work, Mr. Beaumont?

We run a privately financed,
independent lCER group.

''lCER''?

lnternational Centre
for Extraterrestrial Research.

-From our headquarters here,
we scan radio frequencies.

We also log and archive
successful contacts

from likeminded groups
around the globe.

Are there many of those?
-Hmm, you'd be surprised.

Peter Edelmann was involved
with our group.

Really? Susannah Morton told us
that Peter Edelmann

didn't believe a word
of this UFO business.

He was only here
to research an article.

Whatever Peter's reasons
for joining

or his level of skepticism,

l believe that he finally
witnessed something

that changed his worldview
quite considerably.

LANE: You're talking about
the crash in the forest.

-lndeed, Mr. Lane.

We received
several phone calls

about some kind of aircraft
dropping out of the sky

and crash-landing
in the forest

some miles west
of the Air Force base.

What time was this?

About 1 1 :00
in the evening.

l telephoned the other
members of our group,

Peter Edelmann included,

and we rendezvoused here
at around 1 1 :30.

l can let you have
precise times --

we keep a detailed log.

You went out into the forest?
-Ahem.

By the time we got there,

the Air Force had put up
an armed perimeter,

so that no one could get
close enough to see anything.

The men guarding the perimeter
were wearing those.

PULLMAN:
What are those for?

BEAUMONT: Chemical
and biological warfare.

Officially.

Excuse me?

Well, they don't
just protect

against terrestrial
hazards.

So, supposedly,
Peter Edelmann found a way

through this perimeter.

Yes. He was gone
for quite some time.

When he came back --

Y-You've heard
about the skin rash?

Yeah.

A commonly reported symptom
following a close encounter.

Did Mr. Edelmann
tell you

what he'd seen?

-No.
He wouldn't talk to anyone.

He went straight home.

But what he saw
must've been something

quite special.

Because
he kept it secret?

Because they killed him

before he had a chance
to tell anyone about it.

Who's ''they''?

-The U.S. Air Force
or related agency.

Black ops.

Do you have any proof
to support this allegation?

-Since when
did people like this

need proof of anything?

Jack!
-Oh, look at all this!

Flying saucers and aliens!
Proof doesn't come into it!

Mr. Halford doesn't believe
in the possibility

of intelligent life
on other planets?

Mr. Halford is beginning
to doubt the possibility

of intelligent life
on this one!

Jack!

[Sharply] Jack!

Thank you
for your time.

We've got to keep
an open mind, Jack.

No, Brian, that's exactly
what Derek Brooker did,

and look where
it got him.

-Just because Derek wasn't able
to prove his theories,

doesn't necessarily mean
that he was wrong.

-What?!

-lf Peter Edelmann was murdered,
then it's either

because he saw a flying saucer
or he saw something else.

Now, we're choosing
to believe the latter,

but since neither can currently
be proved or disproved,

then surely one's
as likely as the other?

-Have you gone mad?

-Actually, you're both
overlooking the fact that

we're still no closer
to proving

Edelmann was murdered,
in the first place.

Unless we can do that,
l'm afraid

this investigation goes
no further.

-Well, first off,

according to the Yanks, there
wasn't even a crash that night.

lt was
a training exercise.

And they've always maintained
that Peter Edelmann

couldn't have seen anything,
even if he did breach

the perimeter, because
there was nothing to see.

Great!

-So l checked
on his medical records.

He had no history of depression
or mental illness

and the Temazepam was prescribed
for his trip to the Congo,

which was booked and confirmed
for the week after he died.

PULLMAN: Just because
he was planning a trip,

doesn't necessarily mean
he didn't kill himself.

-Yeah, you'd be
kicking yourself,

to have all those jabs
and not go, though.

l had that yellow fever
jab once,

when me and Esther went
to bloody Portugal.

A lot of yellow fever
in the Algarve, is there?

Better safe than sorry.

Me right arm swelled up like
Arnold Schwarzenegger.

Got it!
-Got what?

Edelmann's inoculations.

There's a statement
from his GP.

On the day that
Peter Edelmann died,

he had a whole range of
injections for his Congo trip.

Jack, not everyone who commits
suicide cancels all their plans

in advance.

-No, no, no, that's not what
he means, is it? Postmortem.

Here it is.

''No sign of coercion
or violence.'' Fine.

But they would check for signs
that no poisons

or tranquillizers
were administered,

other than the ones
he swallowed.

They'd check
for needlemarks.

So, what,
they didn't find any?

Nope.
-Show me.

As Brian says, apart from
the needlemarks themselves,

these jabs could've caused
swelling, bruising.

There's nothing. Because,
even if they discounted them,

they would at least
have mentioned it here.

Well, maybe the --
Maybe the pathologist --

No, that would --

Somebody's rigged
the postmortem.

Find me that pathologist --
l want to talk to him --

and put together a list
of witnesses.

We're going to rattle
some cages.

-Officially?
-Damn right, officially.

The pathologist was a woman,
Dr. Eileen Harding,

but she's not
a pathologist anymore.

Two months after her postmortem
report on Peter Edelmann,

which more or less guaranteed
the coroner's verdict

of suicide,
she quit her job

and moved with her family
to the States,

where she works for
a medical research company

called
Unifend Pharmaceuticals.

Now, who wants to guess

who their biggest
client is?

The American
government.

Bingo.
-You are kidding me.

And we can't talk to her.

Apparently, she's on some sort
of team-bonding exercise

in the middle of nowhere
and is expected back

at the end of the month.
-Pull the other one.

Okay, who can
we talk to, then?

-Well, our most obvious
source of witnesses is

the American Air Force base,
but since it was decommissioned,

the personnel
have been scattered

to the four corners
of the Earth, however,

the base commander,
Colonel Charles Norton,

retired when the place shut down
and still lives in the area.

And, in theory,
he should know exactly what,

if anything,
Edelmann saw that night.

-l doubt he's going to be
falling over himself

to tell us anything,
though.

What about you, Brian?

Well, the U.S. Air Force
ran their own investigation

of all this.

They found nothing amiss,
but, since we can't access

their report, for reasons
of national security,

there's no way
of telling

whether the whole thing's
a whitewash or not.

The chap who ran
the investigation was

a Leonard Kuziak.

Now, Kuziak's
still over here,

but he's not
in the military anymore,

but he runs some kind of
theme cafe in West London.

You're welcome.

[Jukebox plays]

[U.S. accent] The pumpkin
pie, is that good?

-[U.S. accent] Just like
Mama used to make.

Oh, let's hope not.
My mom could burn water.

l'll go for a slice of pie
and a chocolate malt.

-Coming right up.

-Leonard Kuziak?

What's the retirement age
for cops in this country?

[U.S. accent] l was a wide
receiver, back in college.

Nineteen years old,
you shrug off all the knocks.

Forty years on, that's
when you pay the price.

Ahh. Where were we?

The crash in the forest.

There was no crash.
-HALFORD: September 1 3, 2002.

The date's
neither here nor there.

Eight years, l was in command
of that air base.

They decommissioned it

and l was the last man
out the gate.

Eight years.
l didn't lose a single aircraft.

So the reports of a crash. . .?
-Reports of a crash --

The only report l'm aware of,
Detective Superintendent,

speaks of a. . .
training exercise

taking place
on the night in question.

What sort of exercise?

-Search and rescue.

ln the event that one
of our aircraft

did come down
outside a base perimeter

in enemy territory,
we need to respond quickly.

Seal the area,

recover survivors,
equipment, and so on.

And the personnel involved
in such an exercise,

what would they wear?

-Protective clothing.

Chemical warfare suits.

Same as when we're dealing
with alien spacecraft.

[Whistles] That is where you're
going with this, isn't it?

As l explained on the phone,
Col Norton, we're investigating

allegations against
the United States Air Force

in connection with the death
of Peter Edelmann.

And you don't find those
allegations to be ridiculous?

Clearly not.
-Well, you should.

-New evidence
has come to light.

What new evidence?

We're not at liberty
to discuss that.

-Aha. Then how about l
save us all a lot of time?

What always ticked me off
about this thing,

from the get-go,
was the idea that a civilian

just walks through
a secure military perimeter.

We're out there, training
search and rescue teams

to recover downed aircraft
in enemy territory.

Do you think we set up
our perimeter,

then just let some journalist
waltz through it?

Never happened!

lf you're so sure that nobody
could get through your security,

why bother with
an investigation?

-This is the OSl we're
talking about, Mr. Standing,

the Office of
Special lnvestigations.

We're responsible
for maintaining

law and order
within the U.S. Air Force

and the military holds itself
to a higher standard.

Someone accuses us
of any improper behavior,

let alone murder,
you'd better believe

we're going to investigate it,
and thoroughly.

Chocolate malt?

-No thanks.

-Best shake this side
of the pond.

Are you hungry?
You want a chili dog?

No, l'm fine.
l've eaten, thanks.

-Just for me.

-Slow day?

l'll ride it out.

You know, l live out the back,
so l keep the overheads low.

Where were we?

Your investigation.

Oh. So, we spoke with
the personnel responsible

for securing the perimeter
that night,

along with the guys who were
working the crash site,

the officer in charge,

and the operations guys
back on base,

who'd been monitoring radio
communications the whole time.

Bupkis.
-Hmm?

Nothing, zip.
No perimeter breach.

No unauthorized personnel
at the crash site.

No unusual comms traffic.

Even if this guy Edelmann
had got through the perimeter,

someone would've
noticed him.

Assuming
no one lied to you.

You have to understand:

this is life-and-death stuff
in the military.

Someone breaches the perimeter
and it's your fault,

you call it in.

Maybe you catch hell
for not paying attention,

but letting a potential
enemy through

and not warning anyone about it?
That's a world of trouble.

What if someone
knew Edelmann --

Way ahead of you.

We looked at every single
participant's personal file.

None of those guys
knew Peter Edelmann.

Edelmann didn't see
squat that night.

He was never there.

l got to get back
to work.

A guy walks out into the forest
and takes an overdose of pills.

Sometimes it really is
that simple.

[Thunder rumbles]

Eh, are you all right?

-l had a bicycle.

45 minutes ago,
l had a brand-new bicycle.

-Oh! Toe rags!

-l haven't heard
that one before.

Sounds like
a medical condition.

-Well, didn't you lock it?
-Yeah.

-What, they nicked
the lock?

-Well, l'm not surprised.
lt cost £1 00.

-A hundred quid?!
-Well, it was tamperproof.

-Tamperproof? [Snort]
No, no, l'm sorry; l'm sorry.

-No, it's pretty funny.

-Look, do you want
a lift somewhere?

-No, l'm okay. Thanks.
-Sure?

-You're a cop.

-That's the second time
in an hour. ls it that obvious?

-l used to be married to one,
back in the States.

-Ah, and that put you off them
for life, right?

-ls that how your luck
usually plays out?

-Most of the time.

-Luck can change.

This poor woman actually agreed
to go and have a drink with you?

''Agreed''?
She asked me.

-[Laughs]
-lsn't it a bit dangerous

for someone with a severe
visual impairment

to be riding a bike
in London?

[Laughs] She could get her white
stick caught in the spokes.

What's so funny?
-Nothing.

Gerry's been asked out
on a date by a 45-year-old.

Woman?

-Very funny.
She happens to be gorgeous.

-With a thing for older men.
-HALFORD: Much older.

-Maybe she's just looking
for a man

with wisdom
and experience.

-Thank you, Sandra.

-And she thinks Gerry
might know one.

[Laughter]

Whilst you were out
on the pull this afternoon,

you didn't happen to bump into
Leonard Kuziak, did you?

l did,
as it happens.

Sounds like the same story
as your colonel.

He said his lot carried out
a full investigation

and there's no way

that Edelmann could've got over
their secure perimeter.

-lf he didn't see
anything,

there's no motive
to kill him.

Assuming it was murder,
maybe we're looking

for motive
in the wrong place.

HALFORD: How many enemies
can a science writer make?

-Let alone enemies who can make
the death look like suicide

and get the pathologist
to go along with it.

-Yeah, but we mustn't forget

that the pathologist
could've made a mistake

and the fact that
she moved to America

could just be coincidence.
-Nah!

We're missing something.

You know, Peter Edelmann
was a clever bloke,

a man of science,
practical and methodical.

Bingo.

With the odds
of winning the lottery

at 1 4-million-to-1 against,
it struck me as unlikely

that a man
as logical as Peter

would've bought
a ticket.

Well, l'm sorry
to disappoint you, Mr. Lane,

but Peter had been buying
a ticket, every Friday,

without fail,
for about six months.

He'd been working on a system
to improve the odds.

-Well, this was
a Wednesday.

Excuse me?

You say he bought
a ticket every Friday,

but this was bought
two hours before he died,

on a Wednesday.

May l?

lf Peter was intending
to kill himself,

why would he change
his routine,

buy a lottery ticket

for a draw he didn't expect
to be around for?

These numbers
aren't right.

How do you mean?

-Peter's system relied
on an algorithm

that generated a different set
of numbers each week,

but there was
a peculiarity to it --

it could never generate
prime numbers.

1 , 3, 1 7, and 1 9

are all primes.

Could he have changed
the system?

No.

-Could it be a code?

Was Peter trying
to leave a message behind?

That's a bit of a leap.

-Well, if it is
a code,

l wouldn't know where
to begin to crack it.

Yes, but he would've
known that, wouldn't he?

So, if this is
a coded message,

who did he think would be
able to decrypt it?

lt's not Fibonacci.

-Could be
a Farey sequence?

Or Thue-Morse,
expressed in decimals?

-Atomic numbers?

-Atomic weights, perhaps?
-Or a combination of the two.

But you think
it's a code?

Well, that's the problem
with codes, Mr. Lane,

because you can't tell

if it is or isn't a code
until you decode it.

We don't want to jump
to unfounded conclusions.

-Why break the habit
of a lifetime?

There are several things
we could do.

Would it help to use the police
computers back at our office?

[Suppressed laughter]

Ha.

Thank you very much,
but l think you'll find

that any computer a policeman
is capable of using

won't achieve
anything like

the computational power
we have here.

How long?

How long is
a piece of string?

You go.

l'll stay and let you know
if we turn anything up.

See, sushi is actually
a cube of vinegared rice,

covered with either fish,
vegetable, or meat.

Now, a lot of people think

it's raw fish,
but that's sashimi.

That one just moved.

Well, listen, we can go
somewhere else, if you prefer.

No, no.
l'll try anything. . .once.

[Chuckle]

Futomaki.
-Excuse me?

Rice mixed with fish
and vegetables

and wrapped in nori,

which is
a kind of seaweed.

You know,
l never would've guessed

you were into this stuff.

l'm surprised.

ln a good way.

Bon appetit.

PULLMAN: l'm not saying
the woman's an angel, Jack,

but Derek Brooker was
a man with obsessions.

He can't have been much fun
to live with.

-''For richer, for poorer, in
sickness and in health,''

unless it isn't any fun,
in which case,

you run off with a Harley Street
doctor 1 0 years your junior,

in the hopes that he buys you
a brand-new Merc.

l mean, it's a miracle to me
that Esther puts up with Brian,

and his obsessions only last
a few days at a time.

-But can you imagine Esther
destroying Brian's reputation

to try and get her hands
on his money?

-No, of course not,
but, then, l can't see Brian

cutting Esther out
of his will, either.

Now, l'm not saying that
the woman is right, Jack,

but l do think you should try
and empathize a bit.

Jack?

l'm impressed, Jack.

l really didn't think you'd
stick your neck out for Derek.

Sandra Pullman,
this is Cheryl Brooker.

Pleased to meet you.

Yeah, l know who you are.

l'm even more impressed
with you, putting your career

on the line for someone
you didn't even know.

Cheryl --

l wonder how the newspapers
will react when they hear

that the Metropolitan Police
are frittering away

taxpayers' money,
searching for flying saucers.

Mrs. Brooker, we're looking
into the case in question

because new evidence
has come to light.

[Scoff] Yeah, l'm sure
that's just how the tabloids

will report it.

l'd be updating your CV,
about now, if l were you.

Cheryl!
-You brought this on yourselves!

Just remember that
when your faces

are splashed
across the front page!

Still think she was
hard done by?

l don't even know
what you do for a living.

-Oh, you can't guess?

-Should l be able to?

-l guessed you were a cop.
Turnabout is fair play.

All right, um -- model?

[Laughs]
Oh, that's tacky.

No, thank you.

Well, l don't think
you're a restaurant critic.

True.

Or an expert
on bicycle security.

-lt's really not
that interesting.

No, but if you do it,
l doubt it's boring.

Tacky again?

No, actually, that one's
just about right.

There's a kid
up our street

could probably
sort that out for you.

Fixed our video up
like new

when Esther
spilt her tea on it.

-Actually, that's
monitoring signals.

Eh?

[Pulsing beeps]

CMBR, cosmic microwave
background radiation,

the radiation
that was generated

when the universe came
into existence.

lf you detune a television,
a small proportion

of the white noise you see is
an echo of the Big Bang.

-The rest is
thermal interference

and a variety of other signals,
that are either

too weak to resolve or else
indecipherable to our equipment.

-ln amongst that,
there may, one day, be

a signal we can interpret,
a message, perhaps.

-Hmm, like those
Magic Eye pictures.

l could never
get those to work.

-Well, we're no strangers
to mockery, Mr. Lane.

Oh, no, l wasn't --

You're clearly interested
in science and maths

and you seem to know
a fair bit about it,

but don't you ever wonder
that you might be

wasting all that
on this alien business?

From a purely
scientific perspective,

the possibility of
extraterrestrial intelligence

is a far from irrational
belief, Mr. Lane.

How's that, then?

-Show him Drake.

Who's Drake?

So these are just old cases that
no one's ever managed to solve?

-Yeah, yeah, new evidence
comes to light

and we have another
look at them.

-Like what?

-Well, at the moment,
we're investigating

a possible government
conspiracy.

Yeah! Coverups,
murder, the lot.

-ls that why you were
at the diner?

-No.
No, not exactly, no.

Look, l shouldn't
really be talking

about ongoing
investigations.

-Oh, l'm sorry.
-No, no, you're fine, it's --

-This is me.

-Very nice.

-This is the awkward
moment, huh?

-Yeah, heh.

-l'm not going to
invite you up, Gerry.

l want to,
but l'm not going to.

-lt's all right.

-l don't have many rules,
but this is one of them.

Take me out again, and we'll
see what happens, okay?

Okay.

[Mumbling]

There we are,
the Drake equation,

devised back in 1 960

by Dr. Frank Drake,
a professor of astrophysics

at the University
of California.

Now, Drake was trying
to calculate the probability

of us making contact
with other. . .

intelligent civilizations
out there in the universe.

Another crackpot.

He based his calculations
on the number of new stars

formed every year,

the number of planets
orbiting those stars,

and the number of those
planets that were likely

to sustain life forms
intelligent

and technologically advanced
enough to make contact.

Are you listening to this?
-Yes, yes. Fascinating.

-ls this leading us

anywhere relevant,
Brian?

Look, the point is that,
even by using

the most conservative estimates,
this equation proves that

the existence
of other intelligent life

out there
in the universe

is far more likely
than not.

-Morning, all.
What have l missed?

-Brian thinks
that Edelmann

might've seen a UFO,
after all.

HALFORD: He's been brainwashed
by our conspiracy nuts.

[Telephone rings]

LANE: l'm simply saying
there is mathematical proof

for the existence of
extraterrestrial intelligence.

[Ring]

Have those nerds
cracked the code?

PULLMAN:
They're working on it.

So how was your date?
-l don't kiss and tell.

Yes, you do.
-[Scoff]

lf it was more
than a kiss,

you'd be shouting
from the rooftops.

We had a very pleasant
evening, actually.

[Halford laughs]

-Someone's just tried to burn
down Leonard Kuziak's diner.

Cheers. Thank you.

They haven't found any bodies
yet, so that means

that Leonard Kuziak wasn't
in his flat at the time,

or the fire was so hot, there's
nothing left of him to find.

-Arson?

-Yeah, it looks like it,
because most restaurant fires

start in the kitchen; this one
started in the dining area.

So, unless forensics find
any human remains,

it's either attempted murder
or a warning, of some kind.

-Relating
to the Edelmann case.

-Bit much of a coincidence,
isn't it?

-No one knew we were
even talking to Kuziak.

-Someone did.
-Who?!

l'll ring you later.

Where are you going?
-Gerry?

[Mobile rings]

[Ring]

Yeah, Brian.

Great.

Hang on.
They've cracked the code.

We'll come and get you.

We think Peter's
lottery numbers

refer to the periodic table
of elements.

lf we transpose
these numbers

to their corresponding
chemical symbols,

we get

hydrogen, H;
lithium, Li;

carbon, C; oxygen, O;

chlorine, Cl;
and potassium, K.

-Spelling something out.

Not necessarily, no.
-LANE: An anagram?

So when you say
you cracked the code. . .

Oh, yeah, ''clock'' is
in there, or ''click.''

''Hillock.''
No, that leaves a C out.

You can't even make a word
using all the letters!

-Maybe it's another code.

You've cracked the top layer,
only to reveal another cipher.

-Or you turned a random
series of numbers

into a random series
of letters

and wasted a lot of time,
in the process.

-Tell them!
-We don't think this is

an anagram.
-Then what?

-The elements
these numbers refer to. . .

-We think it's the chemical
basis for an alien life form.

-The one Peter saw
in the forest that night.

Ohhh!
Complete dead end!

PULLMAN: Not necessarily.

lt might still be a code,
and those two

might even be right about
the letters they represent.

LANE: But they
don't mean anything.

Not to us, no, but maybe he was
sending it to somebody specific,

somebody who would know
what the letters meant.

l'm sorry.

Well, it was
a long shot.

HALFORD: Or Maybe they really
were just lottery numbers.

Hold on.

ls it that simple?

LANE: What?

-l don't think it's a code.

l think it could be
an address.

An lP address.

A what?

-''lnternet protocol.'' lt's
the address of a Web server.

-lf that's where Peter
backed his work up to. . .

September 1 3, 2002.

LANE: The night
of the crash.

[Siren wails]

LANE:
ls this possible?

lt's certainly possible.

-So Peter claims that he got
past the supposedly secure

perimeter that
the U.S. Air Force had set up

and he saw the wreckage
of a plane crash.

-Still burning, apparently.
-And he saw bodies.

-Quite a few,
by the sound of it.

This is it. This is motive
for murder, isn't it?

They wouldn't want this
to get out.

-Why not?
Planes have crashed before.

-lf the plane was on some kind
of secret mission.

-That would explain
covering up the crash,

but it hardly
justifies murder.

-You can't think
it was a coincidence

that Peter saw all this
five days --

-She means
it can't be proven.

The only evidence
we have of a crash,

let alone bodies,
is this article by Peter.

He's not with us anymore.

-So there's no one
to corroborate the story.

-Maybe there is someone.

Look.

-That looks like the same
rash that Peter had

the night he came back
from the forest.

-l thought it might be.

Evidence of a close
encounter, they said.

l know exactly
what Peter Edelmann

had a close encounter with.

These gloves are made

These gloves are made

from a material similar
to latex.

They sprinkle
a powder inside them

to stop them sticking
to your skin.

Same stuff they use
in forensic gloves.

l'm allergic to it,
which is why

l had the same reaction,
when l put them on earlier,

as l used to get
at crime scenes.

50 quid says Peter Edelmann
had the same allergy.

-[Sigh]

So, Peter got
through the perimeter

because he was wearing one
of these suits.

Now, we've always assumed
that he was on his own,

but there are two suits,
so the question is

which one of you was
with him?

[Gate creaks]

Beer?

l've taken care
of ''Melissa.''

Yeah, anonymous tip
to friends in high places

should keep her out
of the way for a while.

Melissa?

Mm-hmm,
she was using me

to get information
about the investigation.

l mean, l didn't tell her
anything important,

but, obviously, it was enough
to get your place burned down.

Melissa, the nurse?

-The what?

She's a nurse
in an old folks' home

around the corner from my place;
she comes in all the time.

No, but l asked her
what she did,

and she dodged
the question.

She probably didn't think
changing adult diapers

was a very sexy topic,
for a first date.

You thought
she was spying on me?

Yeah, l --

Well, they're a little
subtler than that.

You guys start asking questions
after all this time,

you'd be amazed
how fast word gets around.

They probably thought
l'd talk,

so they torched my place,
to either warn me or kill me.

But who are ''they''?

-The martians.

They're taking over.

Come on, it could've been one of
a dozen intelligence agencies.

Something like this,

there's not usually a lack
of interested parties.

But it is to do with
Peter Edelmann?

Whatever l tell you now,
that's it.

l won't repeat it
anywhere else;

l won't sign anything,
and l won't go on tape.

l leave here, and you'll never
see or hear from me again.

[Laughs] lf you've got
anything pertinent --

l was an officer in the
United States Air Force,

Mr. Standing.

l was good at my job
and l never gave anyone cause

to ever think
l'd ever tell what l knew.

Yet, the first sign
of trouble,

they torch my place,
just to shut me up.

Now, that pisses me off just
enough to tell you what l know,

but l won't go
on the record

and l won't stand up in court
and betray my country.

That being the case,

do you want to listen to what
l have to say, or not?

[Door-knocker bangs]

Do you know
what time it is?

-We have a few more questions
for you, Mr. Norton.

- Colonel Norton.

You want to talk to me,
make an appointment.

-l don't think so.

-We found the article that
Peter Edelmann was writing.

-We want to know
about the bodies.

THAXTED: They killed
Peter Edelmann, Mr. Lane.

They killed him
because he tried

to tell people
what we saw that night.

Do you think l was
going to stick my head

above the parapet,
once that had happened?

Tell me what you saw,
Mr. Thaxted.

[Sigh]

We got a call,

about 1 1 :00
in the evening,

from one of the members
of our group.

He'd seen some kind of aircraft
crash in the forest.

Peter Edelmann
was here with us.

We decided
to go and take a look.

They called it
a training exercise,

which was
the most effective way

of sweeping the whole thing
under the carpet.

But there was
a crash?

-Of course
there was a crash.

Anyone within a 5-mile radius
must've heard the noise.

There were clouds of smoke
and a decent section

of the forest was destroyed
by the impact.

By the time the three of us
got out into the forest,

it was crawling
with Air Force people.

There were clouds
of black smoke

rising up from deep
inside the forest,

but there was no way they
were letting anyone near it.

We knew straightaway
this was something big.

So you came back here and put
the protective suits on.

-Peter was desperate
to get inside the perimeter.

Mr. Thaxted and l tossed a coin
to see who would go with him.

-l won.

Or lost,

depending
on your point of view.

This nonsense brings you
to my door at this hour?

-We're not so sure
it is nonsense.

l can't help that.

You're still maintaining
this was a training exercise?

Absolutely.

And, yet, Peter Edelmann says he
sneaked through the perimeter.

lmpossible.

-Even if he was covered,
head to foot,

in a chemical-
warfare suit?

Would it be
possible then?

-We got as close
to the perimeter as we dared

and then put the suits on
over our clothes.

l don't know about Peter,
but l really didn't think

we stood much of a chance
of getting through.

But it was worth a try?

Yes. And, as it turned out,
we just walked through,

no questions asked.

Everyone seemed
in a big hurry.

There were jeeps
going to and fro,

people barking orders
over radios.

The crash site was about
a mile in from the perimeter.

We'd had to jog all the way to
keep up with the others, so --

What did you see,
Mr. Thaxted?

l saw bodies,
Mr. Lane,

a lot of bodies.

-This is the fantasy
of a man

just before
he took his own life.

lf this is
all you have. . .

[Mobile rings]
-Excuse me.

Hello?

Okay.
Thanks, Brian.

We have
another witness.

No, you don't.

-Yes, we do, and this one's
very much alive.

But l'd like to remind you
that you no longer enjoy

the protection
of the U.S. Air Force.

You are a guest
in our country.

l should start telling
the truth, if l were you.

-When it comes to sticking by
an obviously implausible story,

most governments would give
the average 9-year-old kid

a run for
his pocket money.

''There was no crash.
lt was a training exercise.

You heard a noise,
you saw clouds of black smoke,

trees snapped in half
or else burnt to a crisp?

Hollywood-style
special effects,

to make the whole thing
as real as possible

for our boys.''

You'd be surprised how easily
people swallow it up.

So what was it
that crashed?

l don't know.

There was almost
nothing left intact.

The whole area was scattered
with wreckage,

some of it still burning,
some of it partially melting

from the heat
of the burning fuel.

Did you see
any insignia, logos?

Any numbers, even partial,
on the pieces of --

No.

-Subpoena the logs
for the night in question.

Every flight in
landed safely;

every flight out reached its
destination without incident.

And every flight appears
on those logs?

What are you
suggesting?

lf someone wanted to make
a flight disappear. . .?

Okay, sure, let's indulge
that line of questioning,

shall we?
See where it leads.

Say someone wanted
to cover up an incident,

someone with the power
to delete a flight

from the official
U.S. Air Force log,

to make it vanish into thin air,
like it never existed.

So tell me,
do you imagine that someone

with that kind of influence
can be caught out by you?

There was no flight.
lt was a. . .

Gulfstream jet,

ClA-owned.

lt was flying
out of the base

en route to
Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.

Something happened
just after takeoff,

some kind of
mechanical error,

and they ditched it
in the forest.

All right, so it was
a ClA plane and it crashed.

What was the need
for all the secrecy?

-The plane's not the thing,
Mr. Standing,

it's the cargo.

-lt took a while
before l even realized

what l was looking at,

all these black lumps
scattered across the ground,

like larger versions
of something

you'd scrape off
the bottom of the oven.

Men were gathering them up
into bags

and packing them
into the back of a truck.

l couldn't work out why,
until l. . .trod on one.

lt cracked under my foot and,
when l looked closely,

l realized
it was a hand.

-ln his account,
Peter Edelmann claims

he saw bodies
in the wreckage.

''Claims.''

-They were all
body parts,

these black lumps,
charred to the bone,

scattered amongst the wreckage,
everywhere you looked.

Whose bodies were they?!
What was that plane carrying?!

British citizens
of various nationalities,

suspected of involvement
in terrorist activities.

So they could just as easily
have been innocent.

Just like
the poor nurse

you've currently got
locked up in a cell.

People the U.S. government
suspect of being involved

with terrorist groups,
who enjoy the legal protection

of their host country --
we can't extradite them;

you don't have enough
evidence to arrest them.

So the ClA snatches them
off the street

and flies them out
in secret?

''Secret'' being
the operative word.

lf we admitted
there was a crash,

we would have to call in
the British emergency services

to deal with it.

They find bodies,
they want names,

names we can't give them
because we had no right,

putting those people on
the plane, in the first place.

So, by calling it
a training exercise,

you keep
the authorities away.

That's the idea.

How many people
on this plane?

Two pilots, nine prisoners.
They all died on impact.

And Peter Edelmann
saw it?

He saw the bodies.
Well, what was left of them.

He put two and two
together pretty fast

and started asking some
uncomfortable questions.

Who killed
Peter Edelmann?

What, you think
l know the names?

l don't even know if people
like that have names.

l don't know who
they take their orders from,

how they get in or out
of the country -- nothing.

l know why it happened,
and that's it.

Got any more beer?

You need
to make a statement.

What we can give you
is protection,

a new identity,
relocation.

Ha! You could even open
another diner, if you wanted.

The thing --

Ohh.

[Dialing mobile]

Cheers, Gerry.

lt was a private plane,
bound for Guantanamo Bay.

Nine prisoners,
all British citizens

suspected of terrorism,
illegally abducted by the ClA.

They call that ''extraordinary
rendition,'' don't they?

l'd like you both
to leave.

-A plane that was kidnapping
British citizens

crashed
on British soil.

You have no evidence.

Peter Edelmann saw the bodies,
started asking

awkward questions,
and so he was killed.

Was that your decision?
-Either charge me --

lf you didn't give the orders,
you must have known about it,

which makes you
an accessory after the fact.

-Tell us what happened,
Mr. Norton.

There was no plane crash.
lt was a training exercise.

We don't have
a witness.

What do you mean?

So you did see
the bodies.

-What was left
of them, yes.

The bodies of what,

Mr. Thaxted?

Aliens.

Ohhh!
-Aliens?

lsn't it obvious?

That's why they killed Peter,
because he saw the bodies.

[Crying]
They were nine prisoners

bound for Guantanamo Bay;
they were being ta--

lt was a plane,
not a bloody spaceship!

lf l may,
they would say that.

No, no, they wouldn't, actually!
You see, that's the whole point,

because they're not
saying anything! ln fact,

one of our colleagues talked
to somebody on the inside.

Ah.
-What?

Someone on the inside,
someone with a vested interest

in having you believe
their cover story.

-Extraordinary rendition
is the cover story?!

Well, that's the way
they work:

a plausible lie covers
an implausible truth.

You saw those bodies,
Mr. Thaxted.

Not human ones.

-They were burned
beyond all recognition!

Oh.

Someone's got to you.

Sandra.

-lf someone has bribed
or threatened you

to falsify evidence, that's
called ''witness tampering''!

Surely, you are not
suggesting --

They believe it, Sandra.
-Don't be absurd, Brian!

[Sniffle] This man is the only
living witness we have

to a flagrant breach
of international law

and a conspiracy
to cover it up

that led to the murder
of a British citizen!

You saw those bodies
with your own eyes.

l know what l saw.

Fine, okay, fine, so you
really do believe, do you,

that all of this
is to do with

little green men
and flying saucers?

l know what l saw.
-Those body parts were green?

l don't think the phrase
''little green men'' is meant

to be taken literally.
-Shut up!

l'm not lying to you,
Ms. Pullman.

-''Detective
Superintendent.''

[Scoff]

That's it.
We're done here.

Mary always said we were mad
to marry into the police force.

But she coped with it,
didn't she?

l couldn't.

l was just. . .

counting the months
'til Derek's retirement,

when l would get
my husband back.

And then
the Edelmann case --

What are you
doing here, Cheryl?

l'm not going to
contest the will.

l've changed my mind.

lt's not like
l need the money.

lt was -- lt was never
about the money, anyway.

l wanted my side of the story
to be heard.

But you're right --

it's not worth the damage
it would do to his memory.

Who's that?

l'm dropping
the lawsuit.

That's what l've come
here to tell you.

Has someone approached you
about this?

Shake my hand, Jack.

What are you afraid of?
-Just shake my hand, please.

CHERYL: Goodbye.

[Dialing]

[Error tone]

The number you have dialed
has not been recognized.

Please check the number
and try again.

[Engine turns over]

[Guns engine,
tires screech]

Sounds like the same car
l saw at the cemetery.

-Maybe whoever
put the wind up Cheryl

did the same to Melissa.

-Yeah, either that, or l was
right, in the first place,

and she was in on it all along,
which makes you lot right.

How's that?
-Well, a woman like that's

never going to go for
a bloke like me, is she?

Oh, Gerry,
we were joking.

Yeah, well, she's vanished
now, so we'll never know.

Phew, we've really blown
this one, haven't we?

PULLMAN: No!
We didn't blow anything.

The case is now
officially unsolved.

We know the truth
of what happened

and, sooner or later,
we'll find a way to prove it.

Yeah, but do we really know
the truth, though?

Hmm?

Well, l mean, Peter Edelmann's
article says he saw bodies,

but he didn't know
whose bodies they were.

Leonard Kuziak
said they were prisoners.

Colonel Norton said there
wasn't even a plane crash

and Beaumont
and Thaxted --

STANDlNG: Oh,
don't bring them up again!

Oh, no, no, no,
go on, Brian.

l'm just saying,
who do we trust?

Maybe Kuziak was spinning a yarn
to keep us off the real story.

You know, a riddle
inside an enigma,

all wrapped up
in a thingamy.

-ln which case,
the truth would be. . .?

Well, according
to the Drake equation,

it's far more likely
that there are --

He thinks it was aliens!

l'm just saying
we've no proof

to support one version
of events over another.

Maybe ''there are more things
in heaven'' and whatnot.

His mechanism's gone.

-He should phone home.

Yeah? Well, you believe
what you like,

but when whatever it is comes
crawling out of them woods,

bent on world domination,
then you'll all be sorry.

[Shudder, panting]

WATERMAN: # lt's alright,
it's okay #

# doesn't really matter
if you're old and gray #

# lt's alright,
l say, it's okay #

# listen to what l say #

# lt's alright,
doin' fine #

# doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine #

# lt's alright,
l say, it's okay #

# we're gettin' to
the end of the day # #

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