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Our imperative is to find out
exactly what did happen that night,

and right now,
I have lots of questions.

If there is anything to find,
it's gonna be with the head.

Fogerty had four other
probationers from Hendon with him.

One of them was you.

Am I a suspect here?

I think we talk Friday
about my money.

We think you can help us

throw some light on the
events of an evening 30 years ago.

We're done.

And whoever sent you from upstairs,
tell them, "Nice try, but no cigar."

It's me, we need to meet.

- Evening, everybody.
- DCI Cassie Stuart.

I do remember Rob on that night,
of course, how could you not?

- But not this lad.
- Do not tell your brother this.

I have a criminal conviction.

If we lost that money,
you could ruin us.

And what would you do for me
in return?

I want my half to go to charity.

Given what I know that
you'll be doing for me.

I get it, Grandad. I understand.

Could I just run a few other
names past you? Liz Baildon?

No.

- What are you doing? Are you insane?
- Tomorrow, 11 o'clock.

Pay for your train ticket in cash.

I have a witness, who can confirm
that Walsh was being chased.

The chase suggests that his murder
was in some way provoked.

- Jake?
- I found the rest of him.

♪ All we do is hide away

♪ All we do is
All we do is hide away

♪ All we do is lie and wait

♪ All we do is
All we do is lie in wait

♪ I've been upside down

♪ I don't wanna be
The right way round

♪ Can't find paradise
On the ground. ♪

- Hey-ya.
- Hey.

- So, how did it go?
- Yeah, good.

And?

I think you need to let it go, Mum.

He knows exactly what he's doing,
it's got nothing to do with her.

- Right.
- Sorry.

No, fine.

Just don't come running to me
in ten years' time

when you've got no money
for a deposit on a flat.

Right. Yeah, well...

Now I know. Thanks for that.

I am so sorry.

Don't be daft, it's not your fault.

So, um, welcome home.

Well, that sounds very nice.

Doesn't it?

How are the girls?

Oh, very excited to have
their own rooms, as you can hear.

Yeah.

I need more of this.

- What's this?
- Year 10 debating prize. I won it.

- When was this?
- Yesterday.

Erm, I did tell you I was doing it,
but... You had Jack's evening, so...

Oh, mate. Well done.

So well done.
That is just brilliant.

And... I'm so sorry
if we're not always on it.

You know, he takes up
a lot of our time.

But you...
You're an absolute star.

Really are.

Wow, he looks almost... mummified.

Well, with the fridge unplugged
and open,

that's pretty much what's happened.

Can we be sure it is Matthew?

I'll be sending samples for DNA,
obviously, but it is male,

we have laryngeal prominence here,
and a quick look at the teeth

certainly suggests
the right age group.

And you know
what I'm gonna ask next?

The answer is a cautious maybe.

There's a depressed fracture
over the temple here,

which certainly has to be
a contender for cause of death,

but let me do an X-ray, open him up,
and then let's see where we are. OK.

- And did Jay call you yet?
- Jay? The forensic botanist?

He's had some interesting results
on the leaf material on the T-shirt.

- Er, no.
- Anyway, he'll call you.

So, Murray's had a quick squint
through the mobile phone records.

No indication that any of them
are speaking to each other yet.

Well, not on
their regular phones, no.

We are also looking into
phone mast data.

Cheers, Leanne. We'll speak later.

Hi. DC Fran Lingley.

Trying to trace a man

we believe may have stayed here
a few years ago.

Wondered if you had any records
on him. Name of Clive Walsh.

Also, I spoke to Hendon first thing.

Trying to locate that intake's
lead trainer for us. Yeah.

I just think the more of a sense
we can get of them as people,

cos if this was a murder,

that is just such
an extraordinary thing

for five newbie coppers
to have been involved with.

That just doesn't come
out of nowhere, does it?

Er, yeah, OK. The last record
we've got of Clive,

he's been given a residential place
just under two years ago

in a halfway house in Bow.

Fiona?

Lizzie. Hello.

- I have to search you, I'm afraid.
- I'm sorry?

I have to check
you're not wearing a wire.

Wearing...?!

Jesus, Liz. What do you think of me?

- Or I'll walk away.
- Liz!

OK. OK. Oh, my God.

I need to see your phone.

I need to know you're not recording
anything. Thank you.

So... I presume they've
spoken to you? The police?

- Yes.
- But what have you said?

I just told 'em the truth, Fiona.

Like we agreed. I hope you did too.

Oh, fuck! No. Sorry.

It was 30 years ago.

What did you tell them, then?

I told them...

...I was too drunk
to remember anything.

OK. Well, that can work for now.

And if they interview you again,

then the truth can slowly
come back to you.

Right.

You remember it?

Erm...

...after Rob got pulled,
you drove the rest of us home...

...before taking his car back to his,
which was near where you lived.

And how did I get
from Rob's to my flat?

- You walked?
- Good.

And, erm...

...what if they find out
about the pub?

They won't find out about the pub.

They have no connection to us
in the pub. No names, anywhere.

They might find someone. That's
what they do. You should know.

What if they find out about the pub?
They might find out about the rest.

About what you did for me.

They might find out
about everything.

I'm sorry. I can't...

I can't just be cold and hard
about it like you can.

I'm trying to remain
as dispassionate as possible.

I think it's the most useful thing
to do right now.

I have to go.

If you need to contact me,

I've set up a Hotmail,
Betty two-nine-zero-two.

You're still beautiful, Fi.

I hope your life has been happy.

So, three weeks before
Matthew Walsh goes missing,

he was cautioned
for an incident in a pub.

A physical altercation
with another drinker.

Now, he wasn't charged,
so it can't have been that serious,

but the reason I mention it is cos
of the pub it was in, The Ifield.

- What, our Ifield?
- Hendon Lane.

Now, pretty much everyone
who trained at the academy

drank at The Ifield.

So, I was thinking...

What are the chances the ruck
he had was with a probationer?

- Exactly.
- Nice. I like that, Murray.

I like that very much.

Ian Henderson?
DCI Cassie Stuart, DI Sunny Khan.

Yeah, I trained all five of them.

OK, can we start with Ram,
then, please?

Ram hasn't changed in 30 years.

He was a cocky little runt
back then,

and from what I've heard,
he's still a cocky little runt now.

Used to play the race card
at every opportunity.

Still does, from what I hear.

When you say, "Play the race card",
what do you mean?

Objects to being called a Paki
on a daily basis?

You come from Wales,
you get called Taff, Scotland, Jock,

it's the same difference.

It isn't, but let's maybe
not go there right now.

So, aside from being cocky,
what was he like as a person?

Was he good copper material?

Here's the deal. I always thought
Ram would go right to the top,

- or end up in prison.
- Prison?

Listen, the lad was a smart boy,
there's no doubt about that.

He was ambitious, charismatic,
very funny, people liked him.

He was also fucking angry.

He had a massive chip
on his shoulder about his colour.

You combine that with his
risk-taking and his liking power

a bit much,
well, it makes him dangerous.

The proof of the pudding,

you check his disciplinary record
over the years, yeah?

I mean, the guy obviously thought
he was untouchable.

And worse still,
that he had a right to be.

Now, personally,
I think if he'd been white,

he'd have been inside by now.

So, you think he could have
been capable of breaking the law.

100%.

Did you see anything, anything
specific when you worked with him

- that led you to this conclusion?
- No.

So, it's just
a generalised prejudice, then?

You wanted my opinion,
I've given it ya. OK, moving on.

Dean Barton.

Deano. Oh, well,
Deano was the polar opposite.

One of the most instinctive coppers
I ever trained.

Fast-thinking, very analytical
brain, great team player.

- OK, so...
- Hello, mate.

- All right, Ram.
- Dean told me that he left,

because he didn't think
he was a team player.

All right, let me rephrase that.

On the job, he worked well
alongside the others, yeah?

But, er, yeah, socially,
yeah, I'd agree with you.

Yeah, he was a loner. Very private.
Secretive, almost.

But honest? You trusted him?

Deano? He was a straight as a die.

So, tell me about Liz Baildon.

Unsurprisingly, a natural.
Yeah, the Prof, we used to call her.

Great under pressure,
very level-headed.

Oh, she's a great team leader.

She had a way of motivating people
effortlessly.

And was she out then?

No, the climate was different
to today.

It wasn't as easy to admit
you were gay.

So, no relationships
that you remember?

Well, not in an open sense,

but she was as thick as thieves
with one girl.

Who was that?

- Your fourth name.
- Fiona Grayson?

Yeah, or the Wet Blanket,
as we used to call her.

Literally no idea
what she was doing there.

I mean, she was
a perfectly capable lady,

but she clearly hated
the whole set-up

and I wasn't surprised
when I heard she'd quit.

OK, and finally, Rob Fogerty.

Yeah, I liked Rob. Nice guy.

A little sorry for him when
I heard he got chucked off, but...

well, it didn't surprise me.
He's not the sharpest knife.

And he was a big guy.
Was there any violence in him?

No, the opposite.

I really had to push him
when we did restraint training.

No, there was nothing violent
in Rob.

No, he's a real gentle giant.

Can you think of anything else
connected to any of them

that sticks in your mind?

Anything you haven't
already touched on?

You know, the five of them,
they formed a little gang.

I was never quite sure what it was.

I mean, they all came from
very different backgrounds,

they have very different
personalities, but...

there was some sort of connection.

Then, on the day
of the passing-out parade,

I think I saw what it was.

What? Not one of them had a guest.
Yeah, yeah. Exactly. Right?

I mean, everyone has guests,
haven't they?

Mums, dads, siblings, friends,
someone, but no... no, not them.

And I think that's
what their connection was.

For whatever reason...

...they were out on their own.

Are you gonna be able to find
stuff out, do you think?

If it moves forward, keep us ahead
of the game? I'll do what I can.

But obviously,
if they start looking at us closely,

they'll be looking at me closely,
so...

Bottom line, we stick to the truth,
you know. We'll be fine.

We hope.

So, I've got to go, fella.

That business the other day,
all went all right?

Yeah. Yeah, it was fine.

Thanks for helping out
at short notice. Last time, yeah.

- I've moved on now.
- Absolutely, me too. It's a one-off.

- You look after yourself, buddy.
- Yeah, and you.

Hello, is it Clive?

- Yes.
- Hello, Clive.

My name is DC Fran Lingley,

and I have some news
about your brother, Matthew.

Sweet cicely?

Yes, so it's native to the north,
which means

you're very unlikely to find it
growing wild down here.

OK. 'So, within the rough area
he was last seen in,

I'd be looking for

vegetable plots in gardens, or,

and for me this is the most likely
scenario, an allotment.

Right. Thank you.

- And he is happy to come here?
- Yes, he is.

OK.

We're on our way back.
Be there in about 20.

OK, see you then.

OK, Clive. Shall we get going?

- Fran's found the brother.
- Whose brother? Matthew Walsh's.

Turns out he was with Matthew
the night he disappeared. No!

He was having a pee in the bushes
when the car pulled up.

He saw everything.

Yeah. I remember the case,
because of his colour.

Whose colour?

The probationer
involved in the altercation.

So, you receive details
that Walsh made a pass at a woman...

Who was also a probie, I think.

...and she blanked him,
and he got a bit lairy,

and then a lad she was having
a drink with intervened,

and that's when it all kicked off?

After Walsh made racially abusive
remarks, I think.

And I'm assuming
it was just a bit of handbags,

- because Walsh only got cautioned?
- No, not at all.

Walsh actually gave the lad
a bit of a kicking. So...

So, he was let off, because
my sergeant wanted it buried.

If Walsh had been charged,
there would have been a court case,

and the probationer would have
got in trouble and...

Obviously, we'd just started
recruiting ethnic minorities,

so it wouldn't have played out well
for anyone.

So, the fact there's no other names
in this report, apart from Walsh's,

that was deliberate?

I didn't write this report,
my sergeant did,

and he's been dead ten years,
but, yeah.

I'm guessing he was protecting
the witnesses,

the girl, and very particularly,
the Asian lad.

And as we were walking
across Napley Green,

I decided to duck
into the bush for a pee.

Just as I did,
I heard a shout, "Oi! Walshy boy!"

I turned, and I saw this car
about 50 yards away,

with a bloke getting out
the front passenger seat,

and he was just running at Matty.

And do you remember
what he looked like?

Asian guy.

And what did your brother do?

Well, he looked pretty useful
and angry,

and there was others in the car,
so he just ran.

And I had just a second or two
to decide, you know,

show him that there was two of us,
make him think twice, maybe?

I've never had a fight in my life,
so I ducked down...

...and I hid.

And then, the driver got out.

Tall fella, ran off
in the direction of the others.

And then about 30 seconds later,
the third man.

I could still see two others
in the back seats.

After about five minutes,
they got out as well

and they were all quickly off in
the direction the others had gone.

But these two were women.

And that was it.

I never saw them,
or my brother, again.

Why did you never say anything
about this at the time?

I had a job.
In Cyprus, in a club.

I had to fly out the next day
to start,

but this was before mobile phones,

so I didn't even hear
that he was missing for weeks,

and when I did get back, early June,
pretty much everyone just reckoned

he was lying low, because of
the warrants that was out for him.

Everyone reckoned
he'd just turn up one day.

Except me, because in my gut...

...I think I knew that he died
that night.

And the reason
I never said anything,

that's because I did not want
anyone to know

what a snivelling gutless coward
I was.

Thank you.

OK. So, we now know for sure
that they all got out.

- And in pursuit of the victim.
- Exactly.

Which means,
as far as I'm concerned,

they're definitely
all in the frame now.

So here is an allotment,

and if we draw a line up
from where the car stopped...

up here... up here...

and ending somewhere
in the allotment,

it fits very well with the various
witness statement sightings

- at the chase.
- And if we can identify where exactly

on the allotment this plant
might've grown,

- we might find
his actual place of death. - Mm.

I mean, my guess is...

Look, it would had to have been
near the road to pull the car up to.

Maybe we can even get
some boards up.

- Might trigger some more memories.
- Yeah, absolutely.

OK, very good. Thank you. Caz?

The only concrete thing I have
is on Fiona Grayson.

A 1993 dangerous driving conviction.

- Trying to get the original files.
- OK.

But nothing on Elizabeth Baildon
and nothing on...

well, apart from his internal
disciplinary record,

- on Ramjeet Sidhu.
- Which we're looking into.

Yep. And Dean Barton,
no criminal record.

Although I am having trouble
finding a couple of basic documents.

I can't find his birth certificate

and I can't find him on the census
pre '91. OK.

And something else just to feed in
as background -

all five of them had no guests
at their passing-out parade.

No family, no friends. No nothing.

Yeah. It's one to mull on, maybe.

And definitely a picture
starting to emerge of Ram Sidhu

being a person who pushed
the envelope, even back then.

We know he was probably first
out the car,

so was probably the most likely
to catch up with Matthew first,

and then, this afternoon...

Murray slightly struck gold.

So, three weeks before
Matthew disappeared,

we've got pretty good evidence
to suggest that in a pub in Hendon,

he committed an ABH on Ram Sidhu.

- No.
- The fight was over a girl.

No names in the arrest sheet,
but we know our suspects were a gang

so there's a fair chance they were
all drinking together that night

and the girl was even Fiona Grayson
or Liz Baildon.

For various reasons,
Walsh only got a caution

and Murray's trying to track down
Susie Montgomery, the landlady.

But I think, alongside opportunity,

fairly reasonable now to suggest
we also have a possible motive.

Albeit one that for whatever reason
seems to have escalated

from a reciprocal slap
to something...

...far more violent
and involving four other people.

So, I think we pull Sidhu in now,
confront him with this

and see what we get.
Thank you, guys.

You don't think we should wait
till Murray finds out

if Montgomery's still around?
I mean, if she can ID Sidhu

- or any one of the women...
- What are the chances?

I mean, I was drinking in The Ifield
just a few months later,

and she was about 500 years old.

So, no.
Let's get him in now, please.

Sure.

- Hiya.
- Hi.

This is a nice surprise.
Were you up anyway...?

No, no, here on a whim.

I thought, if you had half an hour,
maybe we could just...

Ah, love, no,
I haven't got half an hour.

OK, ten minutes?

How about five?

I don't generally take lunch.
If you'd booked me last week or...

- "Booked you"? Well, OK.
- Sorry, I don't mean that like...

No, no, no, it doesn't matter,
it's fine.

OK, I'll be quick, then.

So, erm, I went into all
the agencies near mine,

got a list of all the properties
within our range -

that way we can get an idea
of what we're after,

so, why don't you take a look
and we can discuss later?

Ah...

Oh, perfect.
Thank you so much for doing that.

Yeah, yeah, no problem.

So have you spoken to your dad
again?

Er, not since Eddie took him out,
no.

- I spoke to a lawyer, though.
- A lawyer?

Yeah.
Only from work, mate of a mate.

I just wanted the
top line on our rights.

Cass...

I mean, listen,
it's your life, but...

I don't think a lawyer
is the way to go.

Yeah, I know, I know, I just...

Oh, f... fuck,
I can't lose this anger, John.

I wish I could, but...

On top of everything else,
that woman, she's just... she...

Yeah, I know. I get that.
I do, but...

Please don't tell either of them
you've spoken to a lawyer,

- because that'll just...
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know.

Ah, I've got to go.

I'll look at these later.
And, erm... it's a nice idea.

And next week,
hopefully I'll be freer,

and then let's do it properly.

- Yeah, I'll book you in (!)
- Ha. Piss off.

Hey.

Been trying to get hold of you.
Claire had no idea where you were.

Well, I was at the meeting, why?

- Jack's temperature's gone up to 101.
- Oh, no.

- Do you think it's another infection?
- I dunno.

But his chest sounds dreadful,
so... so I've called the GP.

All right, I'll...
I'll go and see him.

You never told me the police
had interviewed you.

Yeah, Claire made some joke
about you being banged up

when I asked her where you were.

Apparently, a detective came
to the office the other day?

Yeah, I didn't wanna worry you.

What was it about?

Not that.

- No?
- No.

There's nothing that's ever gonna be
able to connect us to that now.

Promise.

- So what was it about?
- Oh, just some weird...

historical case,
some 30-year-old murder.

They thought I might've known
one of the suspects.

Jesus. Did you?

No, of course not.

The interview lasted five minutes,
it's fine.

I'm gonna go up and see the lad.

30th March 1990.

The day of your passing-out parade.
You remember it?

Of course.

- Good day?
- Lovely.

- Proud of your achievement?
- Very.

So why no family there?
To share your day with you.

Er, because I was supposed to be
a doctor or a lawyer or...

go into the family business,
apparently.

And how did that make you feel,

that no-one came to celebrate
with you?

Sad, but I knew they'd come round,
which they did, I think.

They're very proud of me now.

- You went to a party that night.
- Yeah.

Erm,
do you remember who you went with?

No.

- Or what time you left?
- 30 years later? No, sorry.

OK. Erm, do you remember
who you left with?

- A couple of them, yeah.
- OK, who was that?

- Rob and Liz - Fogerty and Baildon.
- OK.

Well, completely understandably,

you couldn't remember
who you went with, but, er...

quickly remembered
who you left with.

Is there a reason that those names
have stuck in your mind?

Because of something that happened
that night.

What was that?

Er, so...

Rob, who was our designated driver,

unbeknownst to any of us,

had actually had a few drinks
that night.

Dumb luck on the way back into town,
he got pulled over

by the traffic cop,
he was breathalysed,

was over the limit and...
he was nicked.

Ended his career
before it even started.

So he got nicked, he got taken away,

how did you then
get home after that?

I think...

...Lizzie was allowed to drive
Rob's car, I think...

...she dropped us off in town first

and then dropped Rob's car
at his house.

And, erm...
you still see Liz Baildon?

No. I mean, at the odd police event,
but no more than that.

Have you discussed this
with her over the past few days?

No.

OK. Because your recollections
are... pretty much identical.

Mm, yeah. It's what happened, so...

And you don't remember
any of the people in the car?

No.

Dean Barton? Fiona Grayson?

Mm... I'm sorry.

And when the car was stopped
by the police officer,

was that the first time that journey
that it had stopped?

- Yeah.
- OK.

So, I'm gonna show you
a photo of a man now.

The victim in this investigation,
in fact. Name of Matthew Walsh.

And I'd just like to know
if his face

is in any way familiar to you.

No.

Well, have a good look.

No.

OK.

I ask because we have a witness
who says he saw a car

with five people in it,
one unusually tall man,

two women and an Asian man
pull up near a patch of ground

called Napley Green.

Now, this is about a mile before

where you were pulled over
by the traffic cop.

And the witness says
that one of the men,

that matches your description,
got out, calling, "Oi, Walshy boy!"

- And then chased after the victim.
- Ss...

So, is your witness white?

What does that have to do
with anything?

OK, I'm not being funny or anything,
but to them,

we do all slightly look the same.

So you don't recognise this event?

You don't recognise the name,
Matthew Walsh, or indeed his face?

In fact, none of this
rings any bells?

- No, I'm sorry.
- OK.

So, I think that you know
perfectly well who Matthew Walsh is,

and I think you know him

because only three weeks
before this incident,

I think you had
a racially instigated fight with him

in a pub in Hendon. What evidence
have you got for this allegation?

- This was in The Ifield.
- Yeah. What evidence?

Did you used to drink in there?

Listen...

...I don't know where you're
coming from with all this, but...

I'll give you the benefit
of the doubt

and assume it's not from
the same place as 90% of the crap

I have to deal with comes from...
but...

...you have nothing here.

I mean, a witness comes out of the
woodwork 30 years after the event

and says he saw an Asian guy
get out of a car,

and then a random Paki in a pub?

Are you serious?

Sorry, guys,
but I think we're done here.

Don't, just...

I just think we need
to slow down, boss.

I just want it over.

I shouldn't even be here.

So I heard her, the other day.

The police officer with you.

- I'm sorry?
- Me too.

That I have to resort to this.

You should've been better,
Elizabeth.

I'm sorry, Eugenia.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I'm not a greedy person.
I don't want luxuries.

But I do want to be able
to heat our flat,

to feed my child properly,
and once in a while,

very rarely,
buy her a pretty dress from Primark.

So, really, not a lot.
And a fraction of what you have.

But still, apparently,
too much for you.

- No, I didn't say that.
- £287.

My overdue gas bill.
And £9 an hour.

That's what I'm blackmailing you
for.

Which sounds pathetic.

Even to me.

But if you don't give me this,
I will tell the police

what your mother told me.

Which I don't think you want.

So...

...have a think and then maybe...

No, I don't have to have a think.
You can have it.

Hey!

I just had a call from my brother.

He said he could not,
in all conscience,

keep what you told him from me.

And so, I was just wondering...
if you had a conscience.

I was just wondering if you felt
you could maybe give your partner

a bit of a heads up
as to what the fuck was going on.

27 years ago...

...I killed a child.

They said I was speeding.
Doing 42 in a 30-mile area.

And I lost control
going round a corner.

I actually think she was
on the wrong side of the road.

Either way... we collided.

And there was a toddler in the back.

In a car seat.

It wasn't properly fastened.

And he died.

The little boy.

And I received a conviction
for death by dangerous driving.

How... how could you never
have told me this?

I know, I'm so, so, so sorry.

- Was it your fault?
- I don't think so.

But I'm not sure
I'll ever really know.

I'm just stunned, Fi, that you...

...felt you could keep something
so significant from me for 17 years,

how do you do that?

How do you do that and stay sane?
I mean...

...is there anything else
you need to tell me?

No. That's it.

If we lose our deposit...
I swear, Fiona...

I mean, what do people want
the police to be?

Mm?

Do they want us to be like them,

just normal human beings
who will screw up,

who will make mistakes?
We all accept that.

We all say sorry and move on,
and that's the deal.

Or do they want to believe
that we're not the same,

that we've got some kind
of special powers that they don't?

Cos, you know, that makes them
feel safer in their beds.

What do they want?

Cos it's got to be one or the other.
It can't be both.

Mate, I can't even work
the Apple remote, so...

Hey, what's the matter?

Hey, hey, hey.

What's wrong, babe?

Do you ever get angry, Dean?

- At Jack.
- At Jack?

Yeah, and I don't just mean
for being naughty, I mean for...

...for being him.

Erm, no. No.

I do.

Sometimes, not often, like...

...half a dozen times
in his entire life, maybe I, erm...

I blame him.

I blame HIM, not his disability.

For what I tell myself
he's stolen from us.

From you, from me.

- From Cass.
- Marn...

And I am telling you this, Dean...

...because I want you to know
that I am not who you think I am.

That part of me
is just an awful person.

But an awful person who,
well, at least, I hope,

despite what I have just told you,
you still love.

Of course.

So, surely, surely,
that means you can tell me stuff.

About your past.

And about your family -
whoever they are.

Things that maybe you think
will make me...

...hate you or fear you or whatever,
I dunno, because it just won't.

But what is killing me
is the secrets.

The years of secrets.

Of writing a Mother's Day card
to a mother you told me had died.

Going to Calais
when we were supposed

to have given up all that crap
years ago.

Lying about where you are today,
I can't take it anymore.

I just can't take the secrets
and lies,

not when we've got so much else
to deal with.

So, please... just talk to me, Dean.

- You're tired, Marn. I am too.
- No, Dean.

We will do this... but not now.

Please.

- Dean.
- Please.

- He's just down there at the end.
- OK. Cheers, mate.

So, those are the original files

connected to Fiona Grayson's
driving conviction in '93.

And it turns out that a child died
during this incident

- in the car that she collided with.
- Wow.

One of the officers attending
smelt alcohol on Fiona's breath,

and so obviously tried to give her
a test at the time,

but she was so upset,
crying hysterically,

that they were unable
to successfully give her one

at the scene, so she was arrested
and taken to the local nick

where a blood test
was taken there instead.

And?

It was lost. Lost?
Lost where, the lab or the nick?

The nick.
Before it got sent to the lab.

Which nick was this?

Kingston. Are you heading
where I think you're heading?

So I checked where both Ram Sidhu
and Liz Baildon worked at the time.

And? Baildon worked
at Kingston nick from '91 to '94.

Oh, man.

Yep. And in the '91 census,
it details Liz and Fiona

as living at the same address
in Thames Ditton,

about a mile or so
from Kingston town centre.

But at the time of this offence,

they're living at separate addresses
but both are still in the same area.

If that blood test
had come back positive,

- Fiona Grayson would be in jail.
- Definitely.

OK, so there are three explanations
here.

One, this was just a coincidence.

Two, they were an item
and she contrived

to have the blood sample lost
for personal reasons.

And then, three...

...they weren't an item...

...but Liz Baildon was blackmailed.

Fiona Grayson using whatever
the fuck happened with Matthew Walsh

as some kind of... leverage.

- I know what my money's on.
- Mm.

Leanne.

Hey. Cass. Any chance
you could pop in for five minutes

when you have a chance?

What can I say?

Just now, we found out, just now,
this actually happened.

I feel differently.

- Oh, Jesus, Ram.
- I know.

I'm sorry, but...

I've just spent the last seven days
slightly killing myself mentally

to get to where you were.

Trying somehow to find a way
of thinking

that we didn't have
to do this thing.

This brutal...

...really horrible thing.

- You just changed your mind.
- No.

I... I just, erm...

What if something happened to me?
What if I got ill or...

I don't know, anything, that meant
you had to do it all on your own?

You know, I just started to think
how difficult that would be for you.

I mean, I'm not definitely saying
we do go for termination,

I'm not saying that yet,
I'm just saying... can we...?

We can keep thinking...
for a bit longer.

OK.

OK, am I seeing
what I think I'm seeing?

So, I'm seeing a sharp-ended object
approximately ten centimetres long,

maybe three quarters of a centimetre
wide inside the skull cavity.

- And what do we think that is?
- No idea.

- I need to open the skull up now.
- It got in pre or postmortem?

Again, I don't know
until I open it up.

But best guess? From its position,
you would logically assume

it entered through
the temporal bone fracture,

which, when I examined it properly,

actually contained remnants
of brick dust, so...

two theories,

firstly, he was being chased
and at some point,

he tripped and fell,
hitting his head on a wall,

which maybe had a metal spike
of some sort,

an old bolt from some railings
or whatever,

and this is what killed him,
breaking off inside the skull.

Or...

he tripped and fell,
hitting his head,

which rendered him unconscious
and, whilst unconscious,

he was basically stabbed through
the head wound with this object.

- Jeez.
- Yeah. So...

first theory, the chase that went
tragically, but accidentally, wrong.

Second theory...
this was no accident.

This was a very violent
and very deliberate...

- ...murder.
- Correct.