All language subtitles for Dalziel.and.Pascoe.S06E04.Truth.and.Consequences.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

(static hissing)

(sirens blaring)

(glass breaking)

(whistle blows)
(crowd shouting)

- What we've got is an attempt

to substitute the rule of
the mob for the rule of law.

(somber orchestral music)

-[Officer] Listen.

- No way.

No way.

-[Reporter] Intimidation
and the brutality

that's been displayed
are something reminiscent

of a Latin American
police state.

-[Margaret] The rule
of law must prevail

over the rule of the mob.

(crowd shouting)

-[Woman] No!

(gun fires)

(ominous orchestral music)

(rain pattering)

(thunder rumbles)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Construction Worker]
Yeah, a bit more.

Keep it comin'!

(protestors shouting)

- Save Thirksby!

Keep weapons out!

(protestors shouting)

Save Thirksby!

(construction vehicles rumbling)

(protestors shouting)

- Yeah, Mr. Bennett,
the protestors are back.

What shall I do?

- You keep 'em out
is what ya do.

And for God's sake,
don't lay a hand on them.

-[Protestors] Keep weapons out!

(protestors shouting)

- [Construction Worker]
You stupid, (mumbles).

Get back, get back.

(protestors shouting)

- Stop! Stop! (screams)

- Emma?

Are you okay?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Are you sure?

- Stupid girl, you
coulda been killed.

- Hey, what's that?

(ominous ambient music)

(phone ringing)

- Assessment reports,
monthly arrest figures,

recommendations through the CPS,

a dozen or so incidents of
burglary, continued detention,

and you're puttin' in for
a transfer to Edinburgh.

- I might be.

- Wake up, Peter.

You'll need a passport
to get you there soon.

- I've been thinkin'
about a move.

I was gonna tell you.

- Oh, when?

- Well, there's never
a good time.

- Even the law's different
up there.

- I think I might need a change.

- You'll look daft in a kilt.

How long you been plannin' this?

- I haven't been planning,
I've been thinking.

- And you couldn't talk to me?

- I didn't want you goin'
on like a broken record.

- Ah, do what you want, MacDuff.

You don't know what ya
go 'til ya lose it.

Ah, well maybe you do.

(knocking at the door)

Oh, and a good morning
to you, Wieldy.

You the bearer of good
tidings and all?

- Someone's found a skeleton.

- All right.

Not in their cupboard, I hope.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- That's my daughter.

- Yeah, Dad, I'm fine.

- What happened?

- Get in, love, you'll
catch cold.

Look at ya.

You okay?
- I'm all right.

Hey, did ya hear they
found a skeleton?

Well, here comes the
greedy git himself.

(ominous music)

- Come on, get in.

- See ya later, Marge.

Jeff's positive Bennett's got
some deal with the council.

He'll kill this town
if we can't stop him.

- Don't, Emma.

- Don't what?

- All this fighting talk.

- Oh, come off it, Mam.

What, a strappin' lass like me

should be married off with
bairns by now, is that it?

(women chuckle)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

-[Peter] What are you doin'?

- I'm pullin' over.

(ominous music)

- Everything all right, sir?

- I was posted here.

-[Edgar] In Thirksby?

-[Andy] Miners strike in '84.

- Bad times, sir.

- (scoffs) Bad times.

(mumbles) won the Challenge Cup,

West Indies thrashed
us at cricket.

I've got a sister lives here.

Not exactly been on speakin'
terms since.

- A miner's wife?

- Dyed in them woolies,
our Harriett.

I'm persona non grata.

And that's just with
me own kith and kin.

- Uphill, then.

- Draggin' history with us.

Coppers aren't liked
in Thirksby.

Back then they were bringin'
police in from all over,

city blokes never even seen a
miner let alone a headstock.

-[Peter] A what?

- It's the building
on top of the shaft

that lets you raise and
load the pit cage.

-[Peter] Live and learn.

-[Andy] Anything found
on the body?

-[Edgar] No, sir.

-[Andy] How long's it been here?

- Forensics took a guess
at roughly 20 years.

- Winding gear's still here.

Daresay the paddy
train's been sold

to some museum for
kids to ride on.

- You remember it, sir?

- Oh, exact, Wieldy.

Like the glass partition
on a snug.

What were they thinkin'
of here, then?

-[Edgar] High tech
industry park eventually.

- Needs must, I suppose.

In there is it?

- Sir.

- Peter told you about
his transfer to Scotland?

- Scotland!

- I haven't even applied yet.

I'm just thinkin' about it.

(dog barking)

- So, what go you
worked up, then?

- Naught.

- Jen said you had
a coughin' fit.

I were worried.

- Then that's your lookout.

- About time you packed
them in and all.

- I'm dyin', aren't I?

- These make no difference.

- Yeah, right.

I'll pop me head in later.

I better check on Emma
before I'm back to work.

- Will ya stop wastin' your time

with that Sheila Harvey's
daughter?

- All right, not now,

Dad, eh?
- And get yourself

a decent lass.

All right, right, right.

(TV announcer chattering)

-[Peter] Let's make
a start, then.

Scout out somewhere to get
an incident room set up.

- No, Wieldy'll do that.

You go back with the
rag and bone men,

see what they come up with.

-[Peter] Why me?

- May be some serious
digging to be done

in the archives on this one.

- Why me, sir?

- You bein' an off
copper, you'll get naught

from anyone round here.

Me and Wieldy will grab
the nettle with the locals.

You got an envelope?

Oh, and send our Ivor out here.

Might need a woman's touch.

And when you get an idea
on skeleton man, open this.

And not before, mind.

- Anything else?

- Yeah.

Everything in the files
on the strikes, '84-'85.

- Well, what's that
got to do with it?

- Just about everything
is my guess.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(machine roaring)

-[Woman] It must have
been horrible, then.

- Weren't much to look
at, really, just bones.

Still had bits of clothing
on it, though.

- Now, are you sure you don't
mind doing an interview?

I can guarantee you
the front page.

- Odd bit of subversion
The Courier was back then.

You know, we were
in as much trouble

with the press as we did
with the miners some days.

It's a bloody big building
for a little paper, isn't it?

- Well, they print lots of
different papers here, sir.

- Can I help you?

- Well, if you've something
to do with the paper you can.

- I'm the editor, Susan Murray.

- Oh.

Detective Superintendent
Dalziel.

This is Sergeant Wield.

And who might you be?

- Emma Harvey.

- If you're Ron Harvey's
girl, I knew your folks.

Fine woman, your mother.

We may wanna make use
of your archives

as part of our inquiry
if you've no objection.

- Why should she
help the police?

- (scoffs) Hang about, love.

I'm not Genghis Khan come
to pillage the village.

I'm investigatin' a dead body.

- You should be
investigatin' why the council

have ignored the people
of this town

and sold out to some foreign
weapons manufacturer.

Why don't you ask Tom Bennett?

He's doin' the dirty
work for 'em.

- I'm not here to right the
world's wrongs either, love.

And the only Tom Bennett I
ever knew was a decent man.

- I'm happy to cooperate,
Superintendent,

as long as it doesn't interfere

with me getting my paper out.

- You're not from around
here, are ya?

- Why do you say that?

- You're too polite
to a police officer.

Wieldy, go and rattle
Tom Bennet's cage.

Get a set of the plans
for that site.

We'll need 'em anyhow to
pinpoint where the body was
found.

I'm gonna talk to me sister.

I'll see ya later.

(ominous music)
(protestors shouting)

(knocker clicking)

- You could have phoned.

- Well, uh...

It's been a while, Harriet.

- It's seven years.

Reg's funeral.

- That long is it?

- Well, you look all right.

- Oh, fit as fiddle, me.

This place looks nice.

Neat and tidy.

Mind you when wasn't it?

I'm still struggling
with me socks drawer.

- Andrew, why are you here?

- They found someone's
remains at the old mine.

- Oh.

- Well, I could hardly
come to Thirksby

and not call on me own sister.

- Well, you can have a cup
of tea then before you go.

- I'm wading through
files, Wieldy.

What's the fat man up to?

- He's at his sister's.
(truck rumbling)

-[Peter] His sister?

- Yeah.

Well, he said it was
best to get the gear

for the incident room
organized and on its way, sir.

We're in the old shower
block at the mine.

It's a bit of a mess,
but it'll do.

- Right.

(rock music blaring)

# For the memory

# For the life gone by

# Dancing

# With tears in my eyes

- Hello, Andy.

- Sheila.

The years have been kind to you.

Hey, I met young Emma
at The Courier offices.

She's a chip off
her mam's block.

- No, she goes her
own way these days.

- What do you reckon to
the skeleton they found?

- Some poor soul from the
old days I should imagine.

- (chuckles) How's Ron?

- All right, as far as I know.

We don't see that much
of each other these days.

Been separated nearly
10 years now.

- All right?

Why is that, then?

- Ron had some problems
after the strike,

drinking and all that.

- Sorry to hear that, Sheila.

Hey, I hear Stan Parry

was permanently paralyzed
at the end.

How's he gettin' on?

- How would I know, Andy?

He, we, we don't have a lot to
say to each other these days.

- Aye?

You was thick as thieves
back then, all of ya.

- Strike's changed
a lot of things.

- Tom Bennett's landed on
his feet, though, hadn't he?

- I best be getting on, Andy.

- Yeah.

Sorry to keep ya, Sheila.

Bye.

Bye now.

- What do you want?

- [Sports Announcer]
Is moving smoothly.

The favorite is last of
seven and making no--

- You heard what's happened?

Andy Dalziel is back.

- Means naught to me.

- Don't come it.

A lot could be raked up, Stan.

- Don't know what
you're on about.

- I'm talkin' about what
you've been livin' off

this past 15 year.

I'll not lie for ya, not
if it comes to the crunch.

(suspenseful music)

-[Sheila] Have you heard?

- Them's all right.

- I know.

I meant, I saw Andy
Dalziel, Ron.

- Well, it would have to be
him, I suppose, wouldn't it?

(protestors shouting)
(glass breaking)

- I found some of the senior
officers' reports from 1984.

Others are missing.

- Well, if they're not
here, I dare say

the archive don't know
their division.

- No, I've been phonin' around.

I mean, this is all bumf.

- Filing was all on
cards in them days, sir.

- Well, that may be,
but they're all supposed

to report their observations
for collation and assessment.

- Supposed to is one thing.

What they do is another.

Dodgy times, sir.

No one came out of that lot
smellin' of roses, did they?

(ominous music)

- Is this the bit where
the local sheriff

comes into the saloon and
there's a deathly hush

from the desperadoes? (chuckles)

Um, give us a pint
of bitter, please,

and I'll have one of them
cheese and pickle baps.

Well, don't let the grass grow
under your feet, landlord.

Thirsty business this, finding
someone's bits and pieces.

- Hard to enjoy a pint
when you're in a place

you're not welcome.

- Oh, aye?

I can enjoy a pint anywhere, me.

I've even supped with
my chief constable.

-[Man] This is a no go
area for people like you.

- People like me?

I was here before you, pal.

See, that's me up there.

1982-'84, Thirksby Rugby Club.

Grand slam winners we were.

- Pull the other one,
you fat old sod.

- Too true.

But it wasn't them when
I played second row.

Oh sorry, is that your foot?

Well, kiss it better
and stick in your gob

with the other one, eh?

(dramatic music)
(men chattering)

Yeah, older and fatter,
but still light on me feet.

You know why them trophies
are up there?

'Cause your clubhouse burnt
down during the strike.

You know why it burnt down?

'Cause the strike leaders
used it as their quarters.

And you know who burnt it down?

Coppers.

Not from 'round here, though.

Not local coppers.

- Give over now.

(men chattering)

(upbeat music)

Still stirrin' it, Andy?

- Tom.

Well, you know me.

It's the only excitement
I get nowadays.

- Go on then, give him his pint.

- So, uh, were you up there
when they found the bones?

- Aye.

- I don't suppose you
could point the finger

at who they might belong to?

(eerie white noise hisses)

- Got something?

- He's hardly Neanderthal man.

He's been in the ground
between 15 and 20 years.

30 year-old male, five foot 11.

Odontology tells us
he was a smoker.

Various amalgam, nothing
of interest there for you.

- Cause of death?

- Fatal blow to the
back of the head

with a heavy blunt instrument.

Crushed his skull.

Weapon could've been anything.

(mumbles) or a crowbar,
truncheon.

- Any chance of an ID?

- Thanks to the teeth
and a fingerprint

we were able to lift from
remaining skin tissue, yes.

His name's George Brierly.

- The head foreman?

- No.

Actually, he's one of yours.

(ominous music)

- Heard your sergeant
ran off with the plans.

- Just keen to find
out exactly where

our mystery man was buried.

- It was an exploratory shaft.

We never went very deep, we
were just digging it out.

- Do you know when
it was capped?

Was it before or
after the strike?

- After, I reckon.

- How's the family?

- No complaints.

- You've built yourself
up a decent business

from what I hear.

- Well, I've been lucky.

- Hm.
(phone ringing)

Oh, excuse me.

Yes, Peter?

-[Peter] You all right?

- Mm-hm.
- Where are ya?

- Oh, I'm in the
Drew Thorpe Inn.

-[Peter] I'll meet
ya there, then.

- Yeah, see ya in about
five minutes.

Tom Bennett, DI Pascoe,

shining light amid the
Yorkshire force.

Well, what you got for me?

- We've IDed the body, sir.

- Well go on then, who was it?

- Who you thought, George
Brierly and he'd been murdered.

(soft suspenseful music)

- All right, children.

Gather 'round, relax,
take a pew.

It's time for your story.

Once upon a time, there
was a very bad policeman

called George Brierly.

He was working undercover
to break the strike.

He was also bent, only we
didn't know that at the time.

He got in tight with
the strike leaders,

Harvey, Bennett, Parry, posing
as an organizer from Leeds.

The tide turned on the strike,
we made loads of arrests.

The money was running out.

Families were starting
to go hungry.

Then the strike leaders heard
they got the golden goose.

The (mumbles) been
cashed on the way

to buy some Cuban revolutionary
fund or something.

Stan Parry went off to
Leeds and got back

to the strike office
with a sackful of notes?

- Where was the strike office.

- The old village earl.

Unfortunately, Ron Harvey,
who was guarding the money,

had an unwelcome visitor.

His wife Sheila turned up
with his late night tea

and sarnies and found him
bleeding on the floor.

The money had gone.

Next day no one's seen
George Brierly.

We went to his digs.

He'd packed up and offed

and we found his motor
abandoned on the coast.

- He was definitely
murdered was he?

- Blow to the head with
something heavy and blunt.

- Pick handle.

- Or a truncheon.

- So, if Brierly never
left Thirksby,

who murdered him and
who profited by it?

- Who knew about the
money comin' in?

- Officially only
the gang of three,

Harvey, Bennett, and Parry.

But them were never gonna
keep quiet about it.

Half the village knew
by the time it arrived.

- So, find out what happened
to the money, find the killer.

- Get his authorization
for some financial checks

on the three of them,
will you, Wieldy?

And have we checked
the shaft lower down

below where the body was found?

- You'd need a special
recovery team, sir.

Our lot isn't authorized.

- Well, let's have 'em
in, take a look at it.

- You can't do much more
around here, Wieldy.

Might as well get
yourself off home.

- Are you not coming back, sir?

- Ah, thought I might stick
around and disturb the natives.

Peter can bring me out some
clean clothes tomorrow,

can't you, Peter?

- [Sports Announcer]
In third place,

still running (mumbles)
take control.

They've got one more to jump
before the reach the turn

and Crockadee actually
jumps to the front then.

-[Woman] Crockadee was allowed
to go to the front by--

- No photos in the
bad old days, huh?

- I never had a camera.

- Sheila tells me you don't
see much of Bennett and Harvey.

I always thought the
folk 'round here

stayed close to those
they'd shared hardship with.

- I'm fine enough as I am.

- We all need someone
to depend on, Stan.

- Couldn't depend on no one
back then, that's a fact.

Send in council and they
went (mumbles) strikers.

Cost 'em two million giving
lads six in four payments.

Flockby, Wiltshire
Bridge, naught.

Same here, the bastards.

- Power stations were
stocked up with fuel.

That got the country
through the winter.

You know it was George
Brierly they dug up?

- As if I'm interested.

- As all that money shoulda
gone to the families.

- I were down at Long
Edge Colliery.

- Not until the strike was
broken here, though, eh?

You ever get compensation?

You go under the wheels
of a police van

you're due something.

- I had a bit off 'em.

Got a few bob, have you?

No, no, no.

You'll give it to me, some
do gooder'll have it off me.

Celtic Knot, 3:30
at Exeter to win.

(Stan coughing)

(birds chirping)

(rifle firing)

-[Man] There could
be gas down there

so it might take a while.

-[Shirley] Okay, thanks.

(rifle firing)

-[Ron] Me daughter's comin' up.

She doesn't like me doing
this in the caravan.

- I met your Emma this morning.

She's a flag waver
if ever I saw one.

-[Ron] Her heart's
in the right place

and she sticks up for
what she believes in.

- I've seen this thing before.

- We use it for flying pickets.

- That's it.

One day you painted it
black, the next red.

Couldn't keep tabs on you.

- George Brierly is it?

- Telegraph around here makes
email look like a cleft stick.

Who had cold blood in
their veins, Ron, eh?

Enough to murder Brierly and
get away with all that cash?

- He were a bent copper.

He must have had mates.

(somber orchestral music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

-[Chalker] Is that DI Pascoe?

- Yeah, speaking.

-[Chalker] It's DCI Chalker.

I want you to come
and see me tonight.

- Do you mean now, sir?

-[Chalker] Yes, it's
very important.

I'll see you at the marine
center as soon as possible.

- Yeah, all right, I'll
be about half an hour.

-[Chalker] See you
inside and don't be late.

(ominous music)

-[Harriet] Well, I don't
think it's right

you stay here, Andrew.

- Can't we put the
past behind us?

- After what you did?

- I did my job.

- Your job?

You betrayed my husband.

You had him arrested.

- He was gonna get
his head broken.

I saved him from that.

- He went to prison
because of you.

- It was only for
a couple of weeks.

- He never got over
it, Andrew, never.

You and your kind.

You destroyed everything.

You were cruel, vindictive,
and dishonest.

- I don't want this riff
between us, Harriet.

I've never wanted it.

- I went to do my
shopping one day

and one of your lot was
using a megaphone.

He said if the picket line
didn't stop throwing stones

he'd send the mounted police in.

There wasn't a stone in sight
but he sent his men in anyway.

Horses and batons.

He just wanted to be on
record as having warned them.

- How's that my fault?

- So, after that I used
to put broken rubble

under the food in the
baskets for the picket line.

I threw rocks at the police.

- You?

- You chose the side you wanted.

I don't want you under my roof.

- Oh, give over with the sack
cloth and ashes, will ya?

I'll show you plenty of
victims of social problems.

Thirksby doesn't have a
monopoly on injustice, you know.

It's just that people
around here

wanna keep their wounds open.

And what sort of way
was that for a man

to earn a living, eh?

Crawlin' on his hands and knees

a mile and a half underground
in the dark!

- Hello, Harriet.
- Susan.

- I just came by to let you know

I'll pick you up at 10
tomorrow for your check-up.

-[Harriet] Come in.

- Oh, Superintendent.

Oh, I'm sorry, Harriet.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

- No, you're not.

My brother's just leaving.

- Your brother?

- I didn't know you
knew each other.

- Oh, everyone knows everyone
around here, Superintendent.

- Yeah, I remember.

- Andrew's looking for
a place to stay tonight.

-[Susan] Oh, what about the pub?

They do B&B.

- No, he says they're full
up and I don't have the room.

(kettle screeching)

- Right, well, I've got a
spare room, maybe I can help.

(ominous music)

- DI Pascoe.

DCI Chalker.

Sorry to bring you
out on a bad night.

- Odd place to meet, sir.

- Humor me.

The Brierly case, a lot
of sensitive issues there,

past and present.

- He was a bent officer who
stole a lot of strikers' money.

Very sensitive, I'd say.

- Well, I've got something
that I think

will be of help to your inquiry.

- Well, what is it?

- Info relating to an informant.

It wasn't found for
a couple of years

until the main inquiry'd
closed down,

but it does indicate
that Brierly

wasn't operating alone
in Thirksby.

He was paying someone.

- Who?

- A miner, somebody
close to them.

Only Brierly knew who.

Code name was Dante.

I think it's entirely possible

that he stole the strikers'
fund, that Brierly didn't.

- Why aren't you telling
all this to me boss?

- I'm gettin' to that.

I think it's best if
you present that

to Mr. Dalziel as something
you've turned up yourself.

Best not mention our agency.

- Why? I don't understand.

- Well, let's just say
that we think this lead

may solve your case for you.

And because of the nature
of past events in Thirksby,

Mr. Dalziel may be inclined
to take a contrary view

if he finds out who sent it.

- Look, is that an official

approach, sir?
- It's not so much official,

DI Pascoe as political,
as things are these days.

We just thought that you
might appreciate that.

But, well, obviously
that's up to you.

- Who's we, sir?

- Goodbye.

(ominous music)

(birds chirping)

- Your room's through here.

And there's a shower next
door if that's all right.

- Oh.

It's perfect for me, ta.

Thanks.

You'll have to let me pay ya.

- Oh, I wouldn't worry about.

Harriet's a friend.

I'm happy to do her a favor.

- Let me help you.

- Oh, it's all right.

- Oh, well-trained, me.

Young bloke who shares my house

thinks I'm the most
domesticated male he's seen.

(fire crackling)

- Dad?

Tea's ready.

Me evening class is
canceled Thursday

so I can come over
and do your tea.

- Aye, if you like.

- I met that Andy Dalziel,
the copper.

We did ever so well today, Dad.

Oh, you should've seen
Tom Bennett's face.

Now we'll have stop
and do nothing

while they find out what
happened to that fella.

Did you know him, Brierly?

They reckon he were
murdered, you know.

- I don't wanna talk
about it, Emma, okay?

What's past is past.

- Yeah, okay.

-[Susan] That was really nice.

- It's the very least
I could do.

And it was my pleasure.

So, how long you
been in Thirksby?

- Nearly 10 years,
since my disaster

of a marriage fell apart.

They're good people around
here, straightforward.

I like them a lot.

- So did I once.

- How did you end up here?

- Oh, Harriet married
Reg and she was always

going on about the family
sticking close.

Posting came up so I applied.

Didn't work out anyway.

- Because of the miners?

- This was always a
so-so pub in my day.

- Most of the villages
around here

that weren't involved in mining

have reinvented
themselves, Superintendent.

- (chuckles) Look, I know
I'm only Roger the Lodger

for a couple of nights,
but do you think

you could stretch yourself
to callin' me Andy?

Drop the Superintendent.

- If you don't like it.

I think it's quite sexy.

(protestors shouting)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

-[Chris] Peter?

- Oh, hi, Chris.

Thanks for calling me back.

-[Chris] What can I do for you?

- I need some background
on a DCI Chalker.

Says he's National Crime Squad.

-[Chris] Oh yeah?

- Any chance you could help?

-[Chris] If I can.

- So, who did the skeleton
turn out to be?

- 1950s hide and seek champion.

- (laughs) Where do
you get all this stuff?

- Too much time spent
with coppers in pubs.

- Well, it's been really
good to go out, Andy.

I've done nothing but
work for years, really.

I'm not used to having
a good time these days.

- Me neither.

Must be something to
do with the company.

- You'll be all right?

- Oh, yeah, 100%.

- Good.

(soft orchestral music)

-[Man] We're working
our way down now.

No sign of any effects so far.

There's a lot of trash
from whatever.

Hang on.

Looks like it's an
object, it's pretty bulky.

Yeah, I think it's
some kind of case.

(phone ringing)

- Dalziel.

(phone signal breaking
up Ivor's speech)

What?
- Sir?

- Ivor.

-[Shirley] Can you
(signal breaks up).

- I can't hear ya.

-[Shirley] How about now?

- That's better.

-[Shirley] We found something
interesting

down at the mine, sir.

- Right, I'll be there.

- Everything all right?

- I didn't mean to disturb you.

Something's come up.

- I'll put a flask of cocoa
and some scotch out for ya.

- Oh, I might be a while.

- I'll put it out anyway.

- Thanks.

(somber orchestral music)

Cold enough for ya, Ivor?

- We found a suitcase, sir.

- Any cash in it?

- No, we did get these, though.

(soft suspenseful music)

- Who is it?

-[Peter] Detective
Inspector Pascoe.

I was told Superintendent
Dalziel was here?

- He's gone out.

He wasn't sure when
he was coming back.

- I can't raise him
on his cell phone.

- Oh, there are loads of
blind spots around here.

Why don't you come in and wait.

It's bitter out there.

- Thanks.

(jazz music)

- Glass of wine,
Inspector Pascoe?

- Very nice, thanks.

- Oh, should I turn this down?

- Oh, no, no.

- You like jazz?

- Me boss does.

I'm still learning
to appreciate it.

- Oh, I'm Susan, by the way.

- I'm Peter.
- Peter.

Well, make yourself at home.

- Cheers.

(rhythmic jazz music)

(Susan laughing)

- That my cocoa bein' drunk?

- I'll make some fresh
for you, Andy.

- What are you doing here?

- I found a couple of
things in the files.

- Such as?

- You said no one knew
Brierly was bent at the time.

- So?

- Well, I came across a record

of an investigation
you were involved in

at the height of the strike.

Stan Parry alleged that someone
was siphoning strike funds.

Brierly was mentioned
by him in the notes

as being a possible suspect
but no action was taken.

- We had no evidence.

- You didn't even question him.

- That's my right as
investigating officer, Peter.

Do I have to explain my
every decision to you?

What else?

- It looks like Brierly
wasn't acting alone.

He had an informant amongst
the miners in Thirksby.

- Eh?

Where'd you get that from?

- I found a docket.

The informant was being
paid small sums of money

throughout the last three
months of the strike.

Codename was Dante.

- No point checking the
electoral register, then.

Oh, thank you.

- I really must get some sleep.

- Yeah, sorry, Susan.

- He was just leaving.

- It'll be breakfast time
in a couple of hours, Andy,

and Peter's asked if he
can go through the archives

at The Courier tomorrow, so
if he's happy on the couch

he's no bother to me.

(Peter grunts)

I'll get a blanket.

- Am I intruding?

- Yes.

You brought me some
clean kit, I hope.

- In the car.

I wonder what your
last slave died of.

- Stickin' his nose in
where it doesn't belong.

- Don't know what's
wrong with me dad.

Jen says he hasn't said
anything since yesterday.

- He's a bitter old man, Jeff.

- He hasn't had it easy, not
like Bennett and the others.

He give his life to
those strikes, him.

- I know, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean naught by it.

I'll jump out here.

I'm helpin' me mam at the club.

I'll see ya tonight, eh?

- Aye, okay.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- So what were you lot doing

while Michelangelo was
at work out here?

- We didn't hear a thing, sir.

- You'll hear the ACC's voice
when she reads my report.

Go on, up it.

- Bit of a likeness there, sir.

-[Andy] Yeah, I thought
so, too, Wieldy.

Almost Churchillian.

Okay, Ivor.

- On it, sir.

- All right, let's
get on with it.

I want you to get back to the
archives as soon as you can.

There'll be an intelligence
officer's report

on our Dante tucked
away somewhere.

- Not that I can find.

- Then keep at it.

- What's goin' on out here?

I feel like I'm being
squeezed out.

Is there something you're
not letting on?

- Like what?

- You tell me.

- Look, if there's anything
relevant to this case,

you'll know about it, okay?

(vacuum humming)

(knocking at the door)

(upbeat rock music)

# And so I faced the warmth

# Turn my back against it all

# How I wish I

- You shouldn't have come here.

- I have to talk to ya, Sheila.

-[Sheila] Why?

- Can I come in?
- No!

Not here.

I'll meet ya later if
ya like, tonight.

-[Tom] Where?

- Thatchley Woods,
seven o'clock.

- Aye, all right.

I'll see ya there.

# Do do do do do

# Do do do ooh

# Do do do ooh ooh

# 1984

-[Andy] This is it, the
old village hall.

- Are looking for anything
in particular?

- Five bullets in a gun.

One's missing.

Reasonable chance it
was discharged in here.

- Hardly a secure HQ.

- Well, they never
had much choice

after the clubhouse
was burned down.

- What was the money kept in?

- Old safe with a key lock.

In the office over there.

Run out of here with it on him.

- Not very bright keeping
the key where the safe is.

- They were miners,
not bank managers.

- These are all 1984,
month by month,

text and photo archives.

So, you just type in the
file name or a key word

and it'll find whatever
there is.

- Great, thanks, Susan.

- No problem.

I'll leave you to it.

Coffee in half an hour?

- Yeah.

(suspenseful music)

-[Andy] Ivor.

Bring your young eyes over here.

Tell me what this is?

- I'd say it's a hole, sir.

- What sort of hole?

- A bullet hole.

- You're quick.

That's what I like about you.

- They didn't find
a bullet before?

- No one was looking
for one before.

Get forensics here.

See if they can dig it
out, try and get a match

with Brierly's gun.

I need to talk to
the Harveys again.

- Right.

- Any progress, Wieldy?

- Yes and no, sir.

I've only got the records
for Harvey and Parry so far.

No evidence to suggest any
large sums of cash received.

But I found something on Parry

that you might be interested in.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- What do you want now?

- Bit of a chat is all, Stan.

- Hey, don't play at being
pals with me, Dalziel.

Just get on and ask
your questions.

- Oh, that horse came in at
three to one, by the way.

- I read the paper.

I don't need your pity
nor your charity.

- I was thinking back.

You were the hero in
them days, eh, Stan?

People looked up to you,
the way you carried on.

Even after your missus
fell ill with the cancer.

- What's your point?

- But you're always in debt,

even when you're on a
regular pay packet.

Couldn't resist them
geegees, could ya?

Your wife couldn't
work, so I thought

you might be the one who nicked

the strike fund if
Brierly didn't.

(ominous music)

- I never touched a
penny of that money.

- No, and you never put in

for police compensation
either, did ya?

- Of course I did.

- You got paid off by the
scabs for services rendered.

- That's a lie!

- UDM had you on the payroll
before the strike ended

organizing scab crews!

- Shut it, will ya?

- You knew what happened
once the strike ended!

You were strapped.

A call to the UDM would
be the answer,

as long as you operated
at another colliery.

Did Brierly know
about you, Stan?

He had the intelligence
resources.

Be a strong motive
to get rid of him.

- I never, never touched the man

and I never had a penny
of that money.

Tom Bennett tell ya this?

-[Jeff] What's goin' on here?

- Best you talk to
your dad, Jeff.

- Hey!

Why don't you go and
ask Tom Bennett

where he got his money.

Or better yet, ask that
lying tart of his.

- Dad.

- Leave it, Jeff.

- No, I won't leave it.

I wanna know what's goin' on.

(somber orchestral music)

- Fine garden, Ron.

What you sowin'?

- Early carrots and calabrese.

- Brings back memories.

Used to do my back in
workin' on me dad's

quarter acre doing this.

- What are you after, Andy?

- Found a bullet in
the village hall.

And a suitcase with
a gun in that shaft.

You never mentioned a
gun in your statement.

-[Ron] Never knew he had one.

- You've no memory of
one goin' off that night?

- I don't remember much of
what happened back then.

I drunk me self into a stupor
for nigh on five years.

They had to put me back
together bit by bit.

Anyway, that's all
in the past now.

- I'm on your side, Ron.

I'd rather be away
from here pronto

and let Tom Bennett
get on and build

his high tech office block
over the whole business.

- I must get on.

- Aye.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

All right?

- I've got a bit of a
tickle on Bennett, sir.

- Ever dependable, our Wieldy.

Go on, fire it away.

- Well, in June 1988 Bennett

opened a new business account,
EJM Construction Limited

with a check for 80,000 pounds.

- Who was the check from?

- No, the bank had no details

other than the name
on the check,

the Saint Anselm Foundation
and Trust for Miners.

But one of the two
signatures on it

was Sheila Harvey's, sir.

I can check it out.

- Yeah, do that, Wieldy.

Anyone heard from Peter
this morning.

- No, sir.

- He's a moody bugger these day.

Buttoned down like
a bride's nighty.

(clicks tongue)

You better watch the wind
doesn't change, Ivor.

You'll stick like that.

Have you matched up that bullet?

- It was definitely
shot from Brierly's gun.

- Perhaps Brierly
had an accomplice.

The informant.

They fought over the
money, gun goes off,

Brierly dies, accomplice
dumps him in the shaft,

drives his car to the coast.

- What's he gonna do then?

A spot of hitchhiking with
250 grand in his knapsack?

- Maybe he had his
own transport.

(somber orchestral music)

- What'd you get from Susan?

- I got some photos of the night

of the robbery may be of use.

Can I have a word about
something else?

- More than one if ya like.

I'm a generous man.

- Outside.

- Here'll do.

Well, am I supposed
to use ESP or what?

Or you gonna experiment
with actual words?

- I wondered why you
hadn't mentioned...

I found an article
in The Courier.

It said you faced a discipline
board during the strikes.

- Irrelevant to our
investigation.

Load of malicious crap anyway.

- A few miners had their
heads smashed in

by officers under your
command as I understand it.

- But I wasn't there
at the time, was I?

As was fully established
at my board.

Have they changed the law
and I don't know about it?

Am I on trial again or what?

Look, I get enough stick
for the locals, Peter.

I don't need you squarin'
up to me and all.

I'm off to see Tom Bennett.

Don't start the conspiracy
theory without me.

- Hey, Jeff, you make of that?

Jeff, bet ya she could
make your eyes water.

Got the wax out of
your ears and all.

That's an idea, yeah?

Jeff, da, yeah?

If she were on the team we'd
be there like a bloody shot.

- Why don't you bloody
well grow up, huh?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Bloody hell's he goin'?

- Back again?

- Fancy house.

- Thinkin' of movin' up market?

- Not on my wages.

As I understand it,
you were in receipt

of a good bit of cash to
get your business goin'.

- It were charity money.

Started up after the strikes.

They give out cash to ex-miners
to start up new businesses.

- Aye.

Lot of money, 80 grand.

- Well like I said,
I were lucky.

- Sheila Harvey work
for this charity?

- Aye, she did.

Why?

- No particular reason.

- We were all above
board, Dalziel.

- Never said any different, Tom.

By the way, hear
about Stan Parry?

- Aye, and you.

Not at the time, mind.

Met a bloke years after had
been a member of the UDM.

Poor pathetic sod.

- Bitter pill for you
and Harvey to swallow,

with the strike broken and all.

- Wasn't the first or last.

- No, I imagine not.

(suspenseful music)
(tires screeching)

Jeff Parry a friend
of yours, is he?

- Not one of yours
by the looks of it.

(upbeat rock music)

# You don't know how
bad you got it

- Another one of those.

# You got it easy

# You don't know when
you've got it

(children chattering)

- Andy.

You nearly made me
jump out me skin.

- So, Sheila.

Afternoon, Emma.

I've just seen your Jeff
at Tom Bennett's.

- What's he doin' there?

He's supposed to be at work.

- Mind if I come in?

- Suit yourself.

The office is back there.

I'll just put these away.

- All right, love.

Is it okay if I smoke?

-[Sheila] Yes.

- Very impressive.

How many do you employ then?

- Four or five, part-time.

- I was talking to Tom Bennett
about that money you got.

You signed the check for
it, from the charity.

- Aye, I used to do
a lot of fundraising

for the foundation at one time.

- Highly commendable.

- Kept me busy.

Things were bad between
me and Ron at the time.

Tom Bennett got that money
fair and square, Andy.

There was a committee

decided.
(phone ringing)

- Is it still going,
the charity?

- No, it closed down a
couple of years back.

They done their job.

The miners were well
forgotten by then.

Ask Susan Murray if you
don't believe me.

She was the treasurer
for the last three years.

- Won't be necessary.

I just needed to know that
Tom came by the cash honestly.

- I've got to go, Mam.

Something's come up.

- Okay, love.

- I'll be off as well, Sheila.

Bye, love.

(somber orchestral music)

Forgot me ciggies.

Ta-ta, love.

- Bye.

- Get off!

I weren't doin' nothin'!

- Jeff, what are you doin'?

Bloody hell's goin' on?

- He's gotta come with
us for now, Emma.

- Just give us a minute,
eh, Barry?

Well, look at him.

He's not goin' anywhere.

Well?

- You don't wanna know, Emma.

- You've been arrested,
you silly bugger,

now what's goin' on?

- Haven't you heard?

Everyone else seems to have.

- Jeff, for Pete's sake.

- Me dad was a bloody scab!

(ominous music)

Not a hero during the
strike, a filthy scab.

All those years puttin' up
with him after me mam died,

thinkin' he deserved
to be looked after.

- Who's told ya this?

- I caught Dalziel
'round at me dad's.

Bennett gave him chapter
and verse.

- Jeff, I'm so sorry.

- Yeah, but you see
that's not all, Em.

- What do you mean?

- Everyone had their secrets.

- What secrets? You did?

- Bennett.

- Well, what about Bennett?

- He and your mam were at it.

Still are far as I know.

Why do think your folks split

and your dad nearly
died of drink?

Tom Bennett, that's why.

(somber orchestral music)

(phone ringing)

-[Andy] Dalziel.

-[Peter] Thought I'd
better let you know,

Jeff's been arrested.

- Jeff Parry?

-[Peter] Yeah, the same.

- What's he done?

-[Peter] He was causing
a disturbance in the pub.

Out on bail now, though.

- Oh, aye.

Okay, thanks for
lettin' me know.

- That's fine, Paul.

Needs a stronger headline, but
otherwise it's a good effort.

- Hi.

Am I disturbing ya?

- No, we're just finishin'
up here.

What are you up to?

- Looking for a shoulder
to cry on.

- Do you fancy taking
me for a drink

and telling me all about it?

- Thought you'd never ask.

- Aye, thanks for coming.

How's it going?

Any progress with the case?

- Not much.

The bullet matches
the gun we found.

Pretty much everyone
in Thirksby's

got something to
hide so it seems.

-[Peter] Hm.

- What does "Hm," mean exactly?

- The reason I called ya,

there's been some other
stuff come up.

To do with the boss and
the Brierly business.

- What stuff?

- Well, I've been
trying to get hold

of the RCS officers
who served with Brierly

during the strike, see
if they knew anything

that wasn't on the file,
but they're all gone.

Out with the job.

- Most of them must be getting
close to retirement age.

- Yeah, they didn't
retire, though.

They resigned, between
October '85 and June '86.

Every single one of them.

- What's that got to
do with the boss?

- I'm not sure.

I've got a mate in human
resources to check his file.

Apparently he was away
on extended sick leave

for exactly the same period,
and when he came back

he joined the RCS straight
from divisional CID

as a detective inspector.

No board, no waiting,
just straight in.

- Why don't you ask
him about it?

- It's been suggested
to me discreetly

that he might not
want to open up

about what went on back then.

- By who?

- I'm still tryin'
to find that out.

- [Answering Machine]
You have one new message.

Message one.

-[Chris] Hi Peter, it's Chris.

I think I found out who
your friend Chalker is.

Give me a ring. Bye.

- [Answering Machine]
End of messages.

(phone beeping)

- Most of the time I
love this job, but now...

- It must be lonely
being a policeman.

- Oh, chance'd be a fine thing.

Young Peter Piper under
me feet all day long.

He's livin' at my house
for the time bein'.

- Now you're avoiding the issue.

-[Andy] Yeah, I've been lonely.

- I know.

Been there, done that.

So, why is Peter
livin' at yours?

- Aye, his wife ducked off
to America, took the kiddie.

- Poor guy.

- Oh, he has his moments.

- I read an article the other
day, Couples in Conflict.

Seems to be the 21st
century disease.

- Talk about that.

Where I lived as a kiddie,
Friday nights

after the men got paid
they'd fill themselves up

with ale, went home
to their wives.

You'd hear the beatings going
on up and down the street.

- I think you need some
serious cheering up.

- Yeah, well, I think
you've been managing that

well enough as it is, Susan.

- I've got some wine at home.

Something in the freezer
I could warm up.

Why don't we drink up,
go home, and get cozy?

Drive away the devils.

- Right.

I'm ready, mate.

(animals calling)

- Thought you weren't comin'.

- I had that club to
finish cleanin'.

Took longer than I thought.

I don't understand what
there is to speak about.

- Aye.

Well, I've spent more than 17
year keeping quiet, haven't I?

- Why am I here, Tom?

- You know why.

- I don't, I--

- There's things I need to know.

- What about?

- I've had your Emma up at
work, ranting and raving,

accusing me of destroying
your marriage

amongst other things.

- I didn't tell her that.

That would be Stan
with his poison.

I tried to explain to her.

- Aye, fine.

Well, there's something you
need to explain to me and all.

Dalziel's been askin'
about the money.

- You got that money fair
and square from the trust.

- I'm talkin' about the
strike fund, Sheila.

(ominous music)

- You all right, now?

- Aye. Night, Ron.

- Jeff, do it for me.

Stay away from Bennett,
all right?

- He deserves to pay for all
he's done, to you and all.

(somber orchestral music)

- Take care of yourself.

- Yeah, you, too, Dad.

I don't know how Mam
coulda done that to ya.

- Don't blame your Mam.

-[Emma] I love you, Dad.

You know that, don't ya?

- Aye.

Go on now.

Jeff'll catch his death waiting.

- Goodnight.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- All right.

(suspenseful music)

-[Man] Hey!

Okay, all right.

We ready?

Who's got what?

-[Man And Woman] Pills.

- Fags.
- Matches.

- Sleeping bags.
- Torch.

- Nice one.

Weed?
- Right.

- Let's find ourselves a nice
little spot and get our--

(everyone shouts)

(group laughing)

(woman screams)

-[Susan] I haven't
played this game in ages.

- Don't fret.

I read the instructions.

(rhythmic romantic music)

- Andy.
- I know.

We'll not rush anything.

(phone ringing)

- Isn't that your phone?

-[Andy] No idea.

(phone ringing)

- (laughs) You'd
better answer it.

- No.

Oh, yeah.

This better be good, Ivor.

Or very bad, one or the other.

-[Shirley] Sorry to
disturb you, sir.

It is very serious.

There's been a new development.

-[Sam] 501 to Sergeant Hayes.

The body's going out now, sir.

-[Hayes] Understood, Sam.

We'll be needing you
to secure the scene

until Superintendent
Dalziel is satisfied.

How many more officers
do you need down there?

(woman crying)

-[Sam] I'll talk to the Super.

Big area.
- Sure it's Tom Bennett?

- Yeah.

- Murder or mishap?

- He's got a knife wound
to the side of the chest.

- Go on.

- Bunch of kids.

They were larkin' about, one
of them fell over the body.

High as kites on E,
all four of 'em.

- Have a word with
them anyway, Peter.

What about his wife?

Does she know?

-[Shirley] Someone's
gone to see her now.

- Local patrol's just found
Bennett's Land Rover, sir,

in the woods car park a
quarter of a mile that way.

(ominous music)

-[Andy] Here.

Nice reassuring brew.

- Ta.

- You were lovers weren't
you, Sheila?

I saw you with him once
during the strikes.

Right near Thatchley
Wood as it happens.

It wasn't hard to spot
there was something

going on between ya.

- (crying) Please, Andy.

Yes, we were lovers.

'Til after the strike.

I finished it. (crying)

- Did you meet him last night.

- No!

I mean, he asked.

He came to the club I was
cleaning in the afternoon.

I told him I'd see him
at the woods at seven.

- Go on.

- When I got there, he
said Emma had been

up at the site going mad at him.

And him's convinced Tom told you

and the rest of the
world about Stan and all.

- Did Ron know about
you and Tom?

- Not at the time.

I didn't have the guts.

I finally told him after
we'd separated.

After it was over anyway.

- Who'd want him dead, Sheila?

You?

- No.

- Emma? Jeff?

- They're not murderers, Andy.

- Would ya know one
if ya saw one, love?

(ominous music)

- Have you heard from
your friend yet

about this Chalker bloke?

- He works for someone
called Wheeler.

Chief Superintendent Wheeler.

- Who's he?

- Well, in 1984 he was running
the regional crime squad.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- What's the matter?

My flies undone or something?

Speak up.

- I think we've picked
up something

from those photos we got
from The Courier, Andy.

- Go on, then.

- We've been checking
witness statements

against these shots taken
by the paper's photographer.

Well, there was trouble on
the picket line that night.

- Ah, I was there.

Remember?

- First anomaly: Sheila
Harvey told police

she left a women's
meeting, went home

to collect Ron's tea,
and then went straight on

to the village hall where
she found him unconscious.

- The log recorded a 999
call just before midnight.

But this picture shows
one of the four women

she was at that meeting
with back on the picket line

by quarter past 10.

- Other thing I noticed,
there's a whole series

of photos here taken
during that night.

Tom Bennett claimed he'd
been on the picket line

all the while, but
there's two photos

here that he's not in.

-[Shirley] Between
10:30 and 11:30.

- I'm surprised no one
picked this up at the time.

- We weren't hunting
for a killer, Peter.

We weren't even lookin'
for a robber.

We believed Brierly had got away

with the money and disappeared.

The investigation was
closed, I was reassigned.

That was that.

What's up now?

- I noticed somewhere it said

you went on sick leave
for nearly a year.

- Somewhere?

Where's somewhere?

You been sniffing in my files?

- I've been doin' as ordered,
Andy, checkin' the archives.

Only your name keeps on
popping up where it shouldn't.

(ominous music)

- You know what you are, Peter?

A snotty moralizing little ass.

Couldn't you have spoke
to me straight off?

Instead of sneakin' around
behind me back, stirrin' it!

What's the theory then, eh?

Well, come on then,
let's hear it!

- Contrary to what you told us,

you knew Brierly was bent
but you did nothing about it.

Brierly's team was
forced to resign

after he disappeared
to hush it all up.

You were implicated
because of what you knew

or what you failed to report,

but because of some
influence or scam

or some mate at the top
you kept your job.

(somber orchestral music)

- You investigate what you like.

I'm gonna find out where
Jeff Parry was last night.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Jeff!

Jeff!

Emma's here for ya.

- All right, ta.

- You shouldn't be here.

- Tell me you had nothing to
do with Tom Bennett's death.

- What?

Of course not.

- I'm serious.

I woke up, I heard the car go.

You spent the whole
of last night

talking about getting revenge.

Now where were ya?

- I couldn't sleep is all.

I went for a drive
to clear me head.

I never even saw Bennett.

- Is that the honest
to God truth?

- This is handy.

I can kill two birds.

- Can't you leave us alone?

You've done enough
harm 'round here.

- Policeman's lot, love.

Is that the truth, Jeff?

You went for a drive?

- Above Atherleigh Way.

- Anyone vouch for that?

- No.

-[Shirley] Is Jeff
Parry our murderer, sir?

- Emma Harvey asked him
the same question.

He admitted he'd gone
out for a bit

the night to clear his head.

-[Peter] What time?

- After midnight.

- Bennett was dead by then.

- Yeah, if it was Emma
or Jeff I reckon

they'd feel fairer
and smell fouler.

We're still looking for
a motive, aren't we?

- Ron Harvey had plenty
of reason to hate Bennett.

- Why kill him now, though?

Sheila told me he'd known about
her and Bennett for years.

- Maybe she was lyin', Andy.

(ominous music)

(knuckles tapping on the door)

- Ron?

Ron, are you in there?

I know where he'll be.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Ron?

-[Peter] He left a suicide note.

-[Andy] Ah?

What's it say?

- That he killed George
Brierly and Tom Bennett.

Says he was working with
Brierly during the strikes

and Tom Bennett found that out.

- That's a lie.

- Emma.

- Where's me dad?

I wanna see him.

- You can't see him now, love.

- You have ruined all our lives.

Do you know that?

I blame you for all of this.

- Come on, Emma.
- Don't you touch me, Mam.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Is this Peter Piper
and the moral majority

come to take me away?

- Forensics have established
the knife

we took from Harvey's
van most likely

caused Bennett's wound.

- And the suicide note's
kosher, Harvey's handwriting.

No indication he was under
duress when he wrote it.

- Is this an official gathering?

- No, love.

We're not stopping neither.

I'll call you if I need ya.

Shall we?

Uh, sorry about the funny
atmosphere back there.

Sheila said that you
were the treasurer

of the miner's charity
before it closed down.

- Yeah, I was.

- So you'd have the
financial records?

- I've got a copy on
disc at home, why?

- Would you mind if I
have a look at them?

- Sure.
- Oh, good.

Is this 1984?

- Yep.

I don't remember
seeing any record

of any very large donations.

Not quarter of a million
pounds anyway.

No, there's nothing for
'84 or '85 of that size

or anything like it.

-[Andy] Coulda been split
up, given over a period.

- It won't be easy to find then.

- You don't remember anyone
in particular, a regular.

Maybe an anonymous donor.

- There was...

Oh no, Sheila's friend.

- What friend?

- We used to call
him her friend.

He donated anonymously
for years,

always directly through her.

- She said naught
about who he was?

- She said they only met once.

She told everyone
she thought he was

a Tory politician
who didn't agree

with his government's
stand on the miners.

- Can you single out
any of his donations,

see if they add up?

- If you give me a sec, yeah.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(doorbell rings)

- Just wait here, love, okay?

- Okay.

(doorbell rings)

- I knew you'd come.

I never knew anything
about what Ron

was up to with Brierly
until that night.

I went to the picket
line early in the evening

then I went to me
women's meeting,

then I went back to
mine to meet Tom.

I knew Ron'd be at the hall.

We loved each other, Andy.

Tom asked me to leave Ron,
take Emma, go with him.

He'd been trying to persuade
me we should be honest.

- Honest man was Tom.

- Ron wasn't dishonest.

He was, well, he was weak.

He was frightened what
would happen to us

if the strike broke.

He couldn't bear to see
his child going without.

He'd lost his faith, Andy,
only I didn't realize.

That night I decided
to do as Tom had said,

so I went to the village hall
and I saw Ron with Brierly.

- So they were planning to steal

the cash together, were they?

- Only by the time
I got there Brierly

was holding a gun to Ron's head.

He was gonna take the
money and shoot him.

He said their little
partnership had come to an end.

I couldn't believe
what I was hearing.

(ominous music)

-[George] You can either
give me the money

or I'm gonna take it.

- What are doing?

Have you gone mad?

-[George] What does
it look like?

- As I came in, he turned
'round, Brierly.

No!
(gun fires)

As he dropped the
gun it went off.

Ron threw himself at
him, knocked him over.

Ron picked it up.

I thought he was gonna
shoot it but he didn't.

He smashed Brierly's
head with it.

(Ron grunting)
(gun butt thudding)

- Why didn't you
call us, Sheila?

- I couldn't.

Would've all come
out, wouldn't it?

Ron betrayed us all
and he killed a copper.

He thought he was the only
one knew Brierly was bent.

He was afraid you'd find
out and guess everything.

Unless we could make
it look like Brierly

had disappeared and taken
the cash all on his own.

- So you took Brierly
to the mines?

- We hid his car up there
until we'd been back

and cleared up and told our
story to the village hall.

Later on I drove it away
to the coast and dumped it.

- And what about the money?

- We buried it at first.

We couldn't throw it
away, not that amount.

We were never gonna spend it.

I started working at the
trust after the strike broke.

It seemed the right thing to do.

I thought I could make
it right, Andy.

(somber orchestral music)

But all those lies.

The burden of living
with what we'd done...

it poisoned our lives.

Forever.

- Sir, still no sign
of the boss?

- I'll find him.

(phone ringing)

(Andy exhales)

- I've got a nasty feeling
you're gonna tell me

we shouldn't see each
other anymore.

- It's probably best.

- Who for?

- Andy, you're a good man.

You're honest and kind
and a lot of fun

and it's been really
special for me.

- For me, too.

- But after everything
that's happened.

- So I'm condemned.

Public enemy number one.

It was you said first off,
Susan, I'm a policeman.

It's my job, then as now.

- I know and it's wrong, but I
live with these people, Andy.

- I see.

- I have to keep their trust.

- Which means kicking me out.

- I have to choose
one or the other.

I've built my life here, Andy.

It just wouldn't work out.

- Aye, I suppose not.

-[Susan] I'm really sorry.

- Nowhere near as sorry as me.

- No hard feelings, eh?

- Feelings would mean we
have an understanding.

They try to bother me,
I don't let them.

(somber orchestral music)

You're wrong, you know, Peter.

At least about me.

The RCS team is about as
straight as an (mumbles) in a
lav.

And Brierly was the
worst of all of 'em.

He had skullduggery in
his genes, that one.

- And you?
- Me?

I was the hero.

I was the whistleblower.

Surprise you does it?

Me, a supergrass.

- Are you serious?

- A couple of weeks
after Brierly

was put in at Thirksby
I got called in

to see a bloke called
Wheeler, the head of the RCS.

He told me that an
officer were undercover.

He had reason to believe
he was bent

along with half his team.

I was given the job of
collecting the intelligence

to prove it, whether
I wanted it or not.

I became Brierly's bent handler.

I let him know I wasn't averse
to the odd bit of payback.

He talked, I listened,
fed it back.

Then out of the blue he
disappeared with the fund.

I was all they had left to
make a case against his team.

It took six months of
interviews, statements,
debriefings.

- I'm sorry, Andy.

- You'd never thought
I'd gone over

to the dark side, surely.

- I don't know, I thought
maybe you'd done

what others might have
done, lost your way.

- My compass took a bit
of knock, I grant you,

but it was a dirty job.

- Why didn't you just say?

- Spyin' on your own?

Never sat easy with
me, not to this day.

Do us a favor, spell it out
for the other two, will ya?

I've had enough of truth
and consequences

for the time being.

(ominous orchestral music)