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- What is it?
- I don't know.

But if that thing's
going off, it's not good.

It's your da.

I'm sorry, Sam.

What happened?

Hello.

About turn.

We've got a body underground
at Burnsend Colliery.

Oh, great.

Give us the benefit of
your mining experience.

Don't start, sir. Don't
start with all of that.

Morning, George.

Morning.

Can I have a word?

One minute.

Did you get the paperwork about
the superintendent's position?

Yeah, I did. I don't
think it's for me, sir.

What is it, George?

Promotion, increased
responsibility, advancement?

Traffic.

I spent 15 years in traffic.

There comes a time
when it is unseemly

for senior officers to
still be rocking the boat,

ignoring orders,
getting themselves shot.

You know the sort of thing.

Are you saying I'm
an embarrassment, sir?

I'm saying I'd hate to see
you embarrass yourself.

Who would? You or A.C.C. Hale?

Why the sudden
interest in my career?

No idea what you're
referring to, George.

You're not the organ
grinder is my point, sir.

I'm going to ignore
that inference.

I'd appreciate you giving it

further and proper
consideration.

What was all that about?

None of your business.

You grew up somewhere
like this, didn't you?

Yep, just like it.

They're all the same,
these pit villages.

Miserable.

Well, you should be right
at home this morning, then.

Pack it in, sir, will ya?

Well, back amongst your
own. In the blood, as they say.

Just 'cause me dad was a
miner doesn't mean that I'm one.

I got out. There's no way I
was gonna work down the pit.

I rejected all that.

I've made me own
way in the world.

I forged me own path, all right?

Didn't exactly come
very far, have you, son?

Far enough.

You'll want to get
back to work, Billy.

You're just loving
this, aren't you?

Any excuse to shut the place.

Are you the police?

Detective Chief
Inspector Gently.

This is Detective
Sergeant Bacchus.

Dennis Morden, general manager.

For the time being, anyways.

Wait, Billy, man, come on.

Now's not the time.

There's a fella lying dead.

I know that.

Our union rep,
protector of our interests.

Some would say
that's suspicious,

like in the current
circumstances.

Burnsend Pit is
under consideration

for possible
closure, Mr. Gently.

The dead man, Arthur
Hawkes, was the shop steward.

What makes you think
this wasn't an accident?

He wasn't meant to be
down there, not since Friday.

- We'll need to see the body.
- Peter?

This is Peter Turner.

He and his son
Joe found the body.

He'll take you down.

- Mr. Turner.
- Right. Right.

Come on. I'll get you kitted up.

Were you the first
one to the body?

Well, no.

Someone shouted, and me
and Joe went over and seen

that it was Arthur, like.

Where is Joe?

The lad's took it pretty bad.

What was Arthur's
job down the pit?

He was a roofman.

It was his job to help advance
the roadways, put up girders,

secure the roof,
that sort of thing.

Well, he'd been lying
there for a couple of days.

How come nobody missed him?

I have no idea. Maybe
you should ask his family.

He has a son, Sam,

who works under me
here as a section manager,

and a daughter, Hannah.

- Thank you.
- Right.

And your titfer goes
on here like that. Okay.

That comes up from
your shoulder, clips on.

That goes on
the front like that.

I'll leave you in
Peter's capable hands.

I... I need to inform
head office of events.

Now, this threads through
there onto your belt, okay?

What is it?

This is your lifesaver.

This is your
self-rescuer, right?

- It's for gas.
- Gas?

Yeah, just like the war, John.

Yeah, well, some of us
barely remember the war, sir.

Well, that's what's wrong
with you lot these days.

You don't know
when you're well off.

You a veteran?

I was in First Army in '43.

Yourself?

I was in the Eighth.

Ah.

Got some hard
fighting, you lads, eh?

Didn't we all, mate?

Right.

Now, I brought this for
a bit of demonstration.

Now, bite down
on the mouthpiece.

You're joking, aren't you? I
don't know where that's been.

Oh, aye, 'cause
hygiene's important

when you're choking to death.

Away.

And that's your nose
clip, goes on there.

Right? Now breathe normal.

I am breathing normal.

Oh, so this is funny?

Right. Now, this is where
you get your tokens, okay?

It's two tokens.

One for the way down
and one for the way up.

That's how you account
for who's underground?

I can see why they
made you chief inspector.

Right.

One token. Thanks, John.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Lights on.
- Flip your lamps.

How... How far down do we go?

This is the core deep
mine, about 800 foot.

800 foot?!

It's not so bad.

Some of the ones
down in Yorkshire,

they're thousands of feet.

You are okay doing this?

Yeah, of course. Yeah.

No, I'm... Yeah, fine.

Why wouldn't I be?

Was Arthur a good mate of yours?

We worked together
most of our lives.

That's not what I asked.

Well, got on well enough.

He was good with
the lads, you know?

He was a good shop steward.

Can you think of anybody
who might have had it in for him?

That's your job, is it not?

Is it much farther?

So, Joe found the body
and called you over, yeah?

Well, no. Some
others spotted it first,

and when Joe seen who it was...

Well, Arthur was training
him up to be a union rep,

so they were quite close like.

- You all right, John?
- Yeah.

- You sure?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Hey. Hey.

It says "collapsed seam" here.

See that? "Collapsed seam."

Does that happen a lot?

Well, nobody goes in here now.

But, well, Joe nearly got
killed in here awhile back.

What happened?

Well, him and Arthur
got caught in a roof fall.

And Joe got buried, and
Arthur went in and pulled him out.

So, Arthur saved
your son's life?

So they say.

I wasn't there meself.

Right, now, this here's
the face line in here.

He's lying up in there a bit.

Please tell me we're
not going in there.

Do you want to stay here?

No, it's fine. It's all right.

Let's go.

You all right?

I'll not leave you.

Right. In we go.

Mind your heads.

You might want to cover
your noses 'cause it stinks a bit.

Has anybody touched anything?

Well, Joe might
have shifted some of it

when he first seen him.

Not wearing his helmet.

Need to get the scene
of crime boys down here.

Looks like his
skull's been fractured.

There's a massive indentation.

What would he be
back here for anyway?

Well, normally, nobody
goes into the waste.

We just let that
collapse behind us

when the coal face
moves forward like.

- This isn't supported?
- Aye.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

There's some bruising
on his neck just here.

Well, it... it looks like
somebody's dragged him in here

expecting the roof to
collapse and bury him.

And he's taken his token,
pop it in the tin upstairs.

As far as anybody's concerned,
Arthur Hawkes has vanished.

What do you think?

Maybe.

Quick! Quick!
Out! Out! Out! Out!

Come on! Move! Move!

You all right?

Gov, you all right?
What happened?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Just give me a minute.

You're bleeding, sir. I think
we should go, don't you?

- Can you walk?
- Yep. Yep.

Yep. Yep. Come on.

Remember, mind your heads!

How is he? Will he live?

Ugh.

I haven't asked you your name.

Janet.

Hello, Janet. I'm John.

That's a nasty cut.

I've had worse.

So I see.

How'd you get your old wound?

I got shot.

That was nice of them. Do
you get much pain from it?

No.

You've probably been
favoring the other leg.

That's why you
haven't noticed it.

There's nothing
wrong with my leg.

Nearly there.

I'm in your hands.

Do you want me to hold yours?

No, thank you, John.

All right.

You've got wonderful
hands, Janet.

They're very dexterous.

How's the patient?

Why's the pit up for
closure, Mr. Morden?

No one has said it is to close.

It hasn't been decided.

It'll be announced
tomorrow at a meeting.

Calm down. We're not the N.U.M.

We're all under pressure here.

Productivity at
Burnsend is way down.

The coal is running out.

Was Arthur Hawkes
fighting these plans?

Tooth and nail.

So you would have had
the odd dispute with him.

I work here same
as them, Mr. Gently.

Relations were pretty cordial.

- There we go, pet. All done.
- Thank you.

- Let me get you a bandage.
- All right.

I would like a
list of all the men

who were on the same
shift as Arthur on that night.

I'll get it to you
as soon as I can.

Thank you. Here we are.

Good as new.

Anybody else touch this?

Arthur will still have his key.

I had to get the master.

Couple of quid.

Phone number.

The Mermaid Newcastle,
do you know it?

Can't say I do.

Why aye.

More than a couple
of quid, that, isn't it?

£300 or £400.

What's he earn here?

£30 a week or so.

That's three month's
wages, there about.

I'd kill a man for that amount.

Hannah, it's the police.

D.C.I. Gently. This
is D.S. Bacchus.

Nice to see you.

We're very sorry
about your father.

Please, take a seat.

Thank you.

So, is it murder like
everyone's been saying?

I'm afraid so, yes.

I don't understand why
anybody would do this.

When did either of
you see your father last?

Couple of days ago, Friday.

We went to work together.

Did you wonder where
he was at the weekend?

Why he didn't come back?

No, not really.

He was never here
much at weekends.

Not lately.

Why's that?

Well, he'd rather be in
Newcastle getting pissed.

Don't start, Sam Hawkes.
Dad's dead. Have some respect.

Since our ma died,
he's not been...

He took it hard.

How did she die?

TB finally finished her
off about six months back.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It was a relief by the end.

Nothing worse than
watching someone die

a little bit more every day

and being able to
do nothing about it.

Come on. Nae good getting upset.

That certainly seems to be
working for you, doesn't it?

We found a book of matches

amongst your
father's possessions

from the Mermaid
Pub in Newcastle.

Did he go there regularly?

I wouldn't know. I never
got invited with him.

We found £300 in his locker.

Any idea how he
came across that?

No. If he had
that sort of money,

we never saw any sign of it.

- How are you doing?
- Oh, Joe.

Hiya.

You the police?

D.C.I. Gently.

Joe Turner.

Are you Peter Turner's son?

You found Arthur, didn't you?

That's right.

Come on, come on.

Calm down, pet.

That was him on the
Jarrow March in 1936.

He was only 19.

He was in his
element stirring it up.

Oh, a bit of a
troublemaker, was he?

My dad was a good man.

He fought for
what he believed in.

And people believed in him.

Burnsend Pit has been at
the heart of this community

for as long as any
of us can remember.

Most of youse is the latest
of generations to work it.

Now, I came here
as a Bevin Boy in '43,

and I stayed here
because I love it.

It's home.

And you are all family.

You're brothers, comrades.

So we must all stick together.

Aye, and strike together
afore it's too late.

A strike just plays into
the bastards's hands, Billy.

Not if the union brings
out every other pit with us.

Let's see what that
does for productivity.

All right, calm down, Panda.

When I want your
opinion, I'll give you it, aye?

All right.

Burnsend is on the
list of possible closures,

but I'll tell you what...

It's right at the bottom of it.

I've had undertakings
and reassurances

Burnsend is gonna be all right,

as long as we don't
mess that up for ourselves.

So no more talk
of strikes, Billy.

Our fate is in our own hands.

I believe that, and you
can believe me on that.

So let's just keep
doing what we do best...

Bringing the dirty
black stuff up, eh?

Like Burnsend men
have always done,

'cause there's no one
better at doing it, eh?

He cared about everybody in
this community, Mr. Gently...

always put them first.

Before his own family, even.

Sam.

This is my house now,
Joe, not yours. Not yet.

I'll not have you telling me
what I can and can't say in it.

I'm going for a walk.

Don't be daft.

- Come with me?
- Hannah.

Hannah.

So, you didn't approve

of your father's
weekends or his drinking.

Everyone likes a drink.

Who doesn't, right?

But when my ma got ill,
he should have been here.

He wasn't.

Broke her heart.

How'd that make you feel?

I'm sorry. What's this
got to do with owt?

So, I didn't get on
with him about stuff.

How did your dad feel

about your training to
become management?

I know what it's
like, mate, I really do,

you know, in a place like this.

Any ambition or wanting
a change, you know,

do something different...

It's like joining
the enemy, isn't it?

He was fine about it.

Are we done?

Blimey.

There's no love lost
between father and son.

Well, Sam couldn't
blame his mother for dying.

He chose somebody else.

All right?

Yeah.

Do you need a jiff?

No, I'm fine.

I tell you what, son deciding
to aim for shirt and tie...

That wouldn't have sat well.
I don't care what he says.

It's no crime being a
manager, you know.

You're joking, aren't you?

Around here?

Working-class lad with
ideas above his station?

It's worse than being a poof.

Or a copper.

Aye.

Or a copper, yeah.

Why not aim for a bit of
ambition, take responsibility?

Am I asking the wrong sergeant?

What do you mean by that?

Well, how long has it been now?

I don't know. A
couple of year, maybe.

- Seven, I believe.
- All right, seven.

What difference does it make?

Well, are you still
happy being a sergeant?

No thoughts of promotion?

Or are you scared of
the inspector's exam?

Hey, no, I'm not scared.

I'm not scared, all right?

I'm just... Let's
not talk about it.

John.

Will you drive?

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Maybe you should
get that looked at again.

Eh, you just want an excuse
to see Nurse Janet again.

Maybe.

Doesn't anybody knock anymore?

Sorry, sir.

The door was open.

That looks really nasty.

Well, his legs aren't that bad.

Your legs aren't that bad, sir.

I'm serious.

I've seen you. You
can hardly walk.

Well?

This is the list that
you asked for, sir...

All of the men that were
working underground

on the day of Arthur
Hawkes' last shift.

There's 40 names.

Narrows it down, doesn't it?

Well, I thought if we could find
out where the men were working

in relation to Arthur's body...

Good idea.

And I've made up a map, as well,

with all of the relative
positions and distances.

I got some crayons
here, if you need them.

All right.

Where do you keep them?
Next to your Action Man?

- You could try just telling me.
- Oh, right.

So, there were six men

near where he was
last seen working...

Peter Turner and his
son, Joe, Sam Hawkes,

Billy Shearer, Panda
Wheelan, and the manager.

Dennis Morden
was also down the pit

on one of his
monthly inspections,

so his whereabouts
are unconfirmed.

Oh. Well done, Rachel.

- Good work.
- Thank you, sir.

Give her that phone number
we found in Arthur Hawkes' locker.

And check these
names on your list,

see if any of them
have got a record.

- Arthur Hawkes, as well.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, I-I could just
ring this, if you like.

Oh, you were doing so well.

Let me explain, right?

If you call that number,

then they'll know who
you are, won't they?

But you don't know who the
person is on the other end,

whether they're lying.

They could be the
killer, couldn't they?

And you've just warned
them that we're coming.

So name and address,
please, all right?

All right? We don't
need a diagram.

It's all right.

What's going on? Why
have you brought me in?

You, Arthur Hawkes,
and Panda Wheelan

were arrested in the
Mermaid Bar in Newcastle

a couple of weeks
ago for fighting,

and you spent the
whole night in a cell.

Sit down.

Hey, look, man, that
was something of nothing.

We were all pissed.
You know what it's like.

We got into... with some lads.

Who were these lads?

Locals.

That's why we got
nicked and they didn't.

Our faces didn't fit.

There's nowt to it, like I said.

I can't even remember
nowt. We were bolted, man.

Take a seat there, will you?

You can't remember nowt?

No.

I was 15 pints to the God, man.

Here.

So, what were you
doing in Newcastle?

Just having a drink.

That's a long way
for... for a pint, isn't it?

Do you go often?

Now and then.

- You, Billy, and Arthur.
- Aye.

Were you good friends?

Well, was.

I mean, as in Arthur's
dead now, poor bugger.

Yeah.

Tell us about this fight.

Oh.

Oh, I had to dive between them.

Like a pair of dogs.

Dive between who?

Billy and Arthur.

They're a right
pair when roused.

Right.

Yeah, uh... Yeah, Billy said.

Listen, give us a
second, will you?

I've got a witness who says

you were fighting
with Arthur Hawkes.

Had to be separated.

Well, that's shite.
They're lying.

It's Panda Wheelan.

Why were you in Newcastle?

Dogs, greyhounds...
We own a couple.

You and Arthur?

Aye, and Panda.

Arthur's been on it for years.

He's got an eye for a winner.

We went in with him,
just for the crack like,

bit of fun, make a few
quid here and there.

Arthur had 300 quid
on him when he died.

We'd had a good
win that weekend.

We all made a pocket.

That's the sort of money that
would get a man killed, that.

I wasn't fighting with
Arthur about dogs or money.

Right. I'll tell you.

But I know what
you're gonna think.

I've got this pal...
Works in a pit in Leeds.

And he'd heard Arthur
got a job landed there.

He said Dennis Morden
had put a word in for him.

So, I asked
Arthur if it was true.

What'd he say?

Not a lot, just
bloody went for it,

which told me all
I needed to know.

Why would Arthur
move to another job

if he knew that Burnsend
was gonna stay open?

That's what he told all of us.

But we lost the battle
last year, Mr. Gently,

when Harold Wilson
betrayed the miners

and chose nuclear power for that
new power station at Hartlepool.

You think Arthur already
knew about the pit closing,

and this bird's
saying different.

Why would the captain be
jumping ship if it wasn't sinking?

And if it was true,

Morden must have told him
and offered to sort him out.

"You scratch my back..."

Want to take a bet

on the outcome of
that meeting tomorrow?

Do you think that Arthur
betrayed his comrades?

Did you mention
that to anybody else?

Only Panda.

You're a right double
act, you two, aren't you?

I look after him.
He looks after me.

So, you were
fighting with Arthur,

and two weeks later, he's dead.

See?

I knew where you
were going with it.

Well...

I didn't kill him.

I's a gobshite,
Mr. Gently, I'll admit that,

but look at the size of us.

I wouldn't know where
to start killing a man.

What about Panda?

I know nowt about it.

Am I under arrest?

If so, I'll have a lawyer.

If not, I'm going home.

The thing about
these union types

is they're "brothers
this" and "comrades that."

Big speeches, the
new rallying cries.

The bottom line, sir, is
they're all in it for themselves.

Do you believe Billy Shearer?

I believe if you mix miners
and unions, no one stays right.

They're like politicians...

Put on a face, but they're
bent as a nine-bob note.

I tell you what,

if he did sell out the miners,

that's an awful lot of
men with a motive to kill.

I've been making some inquiries.

There's an inspector's refresher
exam starting in Newcastle

in a couple of days.

I don't...

Why... Why the sudden
rush to get rid of us?

I'm not trying
to get rid of you.

Is that what you were talking to
Langham about behind me back?

I told you that was
none of your business.

How is it none of
me business, sir?

You're talking to him behind me
back, scheming to get rid of me.

I'm not scheming
to get rid of you!

Then how is it none
of me business?

It's me they're
trying to get rid of!

What do you mean?

The A.C.C. seem to think I've
ignored one order too many.

What? You think they're
trying to chuck you out?

Worse. They're
trying to promote me.

They've offered me a
superintendent's position...

in traffic.

Traffic.

It's not funny.

- Traffic.
- It is serious.

Yeah, traffic.

They can't force you
to take that, sir, surely.

Go on, John. I'll see
you in the morning.

- Gov.
- Lop it.

- W.P.C. Coles.
- Morning, sir.

How are you settling in?

Oh, I-I'm fine, thanks.
I'm really enjoying it.

The men are treating
you well enough?

They can be a
rough-and-tumble lot.

Oh, no.

Mr. Gently's been
really good to us.

I'm sure.

And how's he
doing, do you think?

Getting into more
mischief, no doubt.

I wouldn't know about that, sir.

We're working on a murder
down the mine at Burnsend.

Mr. Gently made a
right mess of his leg.

Oh? What happened?

Well, I'm not sure. I-I
think he fell or something.

Apparently, he caught
himself right where he got shot.

I-I didn't even know he'd been
shot until P.C. Taylor told us.

Yes.

Always keeps his cards close
to his chest, does George.

Well, don't let me keep you.

Sir.

Yeah?

The telephone number on
that is for a Lilian Francis.

She runs a greyhound
kennels in Newcastle.

Yep.

We knew that Arthur
was racing dogs.

Hence the amount of
money that we found.

And I have the P.M. report.

Right.

- Taylor?
- Yep?

Get your money out, will you?

Postmortem reports.

Oh, no, I don't like this.

Oh, get on with
it, ma'am, will you?

Just read the thing.

Um... there was heavy
bruising on the neck

from an attempted strangulation.

"Attempted." Did you hear that?

"Attempted."

Read on.

And the skull was
severely fractured.

Thank you very much.

But the blow to the
head didn't kill him.

He had dust and particles
in his throat and lungs,

so he must have been
unconscious and then...

Or suffocated when
the rock fell on him.

I'll have that back, thanks.

He was left to die
down there in the dark.

Well, he must have
tried to crawl out

or Joe would never
have found him.

Sergeant, I was
hoping to catch you.

- Quick word?
- Uh... yeah, yeah.

I heard about the accident.

What accident?

Down in the mine.

I heard Gently's
bad leg let him down.

That was hardly his legs, sir.

He's fine. He's absolutely fine.

Look, I admire your
loyalty, Detective Sergeant,

but even you must admit

that arrest rates
recently haven't been

what they once were.

Are we talking about
one case in particular, sir?

I'd like you to
make a full report

on this latest investigation.

Leave nothing out, including
any accidents or incidents.

Why are you not asking
Inspector Gently to do that?

I'm asking you.

You want me to
report on me boss?

All I want is the truth.

And it won't do
your career any good

if you start making
up stuff to protect him.

Thank you for your
cooperation, Detective Sergeant.

Right.

We need to have a
chat later on, George.

- My office, 4:00 sharp?
- Surely.

Gonna be late for
that colliery meeting.

Right.

What was all that about?

He wants me to write
a report about the case.

Leave nothing out.

They're coming after me, John.

So, there's bruises on his neck,

and the side of his
head's smashed in.

"Huge force," the pathologist
has written here, so...

it's got to be somebody
big and strong.

Or in a rage.

Maybe there's two of them.

Fits, doesn't it?

One has his hands
around his neck.

That's the attempted
strangulation.

And the other one
around the back...

Caves the side of his head in.

Panda and Shearer.

Yeah.

Because they thought Arthur
was gonna sell them out.

They drag him into
the waste down there

and they leave him
to be covered, right?

The only trouble
is he's still alive

and he crawls out far
enough to be found.

But it's the rockfall
that kills him.

Fair enough.

But why would
they want to kill him?

Why not just
reveal his betrayal?

Gov, you're assuming they
think like rational human beings.

They're miners, man.

They're not us.

They have an argument,
they get into a row, and...

wallop.

That's a bit harsh, isn't it?

Is it?

If it's not politics, it'll
be a woman or money.

Is it always one of those three?

Anyway, it's D-Day for them.

Can't expect the coal
board to subsidize them

if the pit's losing money.

It's about more than
money, though, isn't it?

If the pit closes,

it's a whole
community torn apart.

And then how many more
up and down the country?

Gov.

No, you can't
measure that in profit.

Gov, what sort of
a community is it?

One where people lie and cheat

and leave each other to
die alone in the ground.

People go on about how the
pits are the souls of these places.

Well, I tell you what... it's a
very dark and it's a dirty soul.

And if the mine goes, what
have these people got instead?

A chance for a fresh start.

To be something other than
a slave to a hole in the ground.

Gently.

I've got the meeting just now.

Yeah, we'll be
in there with you.

One question beforehand.

Did Arthur say anything to you

about getting a
job down in Leeds?

I think he might have mentioned
something about it in passing.

Did he happen to mention why?

Given that you were both
so confident about the...

The pit staying open.

I can't... I can't
say I remember.

You didn't happen to
put in a word for him?

No. Why would I do that?

Because you'd
have the inside word

that the pit was about to close,

and doing Arthur a favor maybe
meant that he'd do you one.

Paranoia must be
catching around here.

I resent that insinuation.

Now, if there's nothing
else... Thank you.

These people don't
want a fresh start, John.

They just want to hold
on to their way of life.

What's gonna happen to
them if the mine closes?

Maybe they'll all go
and live in Russia.

You're all heart.
Do you know that?

Well, they keep banging on
about how better it is over there.

Bunch of Commies,
the lot of them.

If they're so keen, why
don't they go and live there?

What's the score, then?

What's Morden been saying?

I haven't spoken to him.

You're the union.

He must have said
something to you.

Pack it in, will you, Panda?

You'll hear what he
has to say soon enough.

No. I want to hear it from you.

Unless you've been
running away, as well.

What are you talking about, man?

Oh, don't even
pretend not to know!

Keeping it in the
family, were you?

You're as bad as he was.

Okay.

I won't keep you
all in suspense.

The board made
it clear, last month,

that they would need to see a
big improvement in productivity

to guarantee the
future of Burnsend.

Unfortunately, those
targets have not been met.

So it is with great sadness

that I have to announce

the official closure
of Burnsend Colliery.

The notices of one month

will be handed out
with immediate effect,

but we would like
to reassure everyone

that all efforts will be made

to try to relocate at least
some of the workforce

to other collieries.

And some of you will be offered
salvage work in the short term.

Now, I know just how hard each
and every one of you has worked

and fought to save this
pit... myself included.

What have you done,
you lying bastard?

It's a sad day for us all.

So I would like to personally

wish all of you the
very best for the future,

wherever you may end up.

What's the union gonna say?

Joe, how are you, man?

What's it gonna do?

Are you lot blind?

Don't you see what's
happened here?

Arthur Hawkes has
sold us down the river!

Sorted out his own future,
while he's ruined ours!

This is gonna get nasty.

Aye.

If in doubt, turn on your own.

What are you saying, Billy?

My dad did everything he could.

Sort you a job
and all, did he, lad?

Dad's not even buried, and
you're blackening his name.

Calm down, all of youse, please.

It's nowt to do with you, Joe.

I want to know what he's saying.

I'll tell you... You
and everyone else.

Your da knew all about this.

In fact, it was him
allowed to happen

so he could fix
himself a new job!

That's a dirty
lie, Billy Shearer!

Joe, tell him.

He can't say nowt, 'cause
your da was nowt but a traitor.

Hey! Hannah!

Leave it, Sam!

Sam, stop it! Joe!

It's all right.

Oh, man, I'm sorry.

I never... I never
saw who it was.

Here.

Go home, everybody. Go on.

Everybody, go home.

Go on! Now!

And get him out of here.

We should be arresting
him for assaulting the police.

John, just do as I ask!

You all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm all right.

Just get them out.

- Go on.
- Go on.

And you... come on, off you go.

Do you think your
father was capable

of what Billy
Shearer was saying?

I used to think I knew him.

Who knows what
he was capable of?

Did you know your dad was
planning to move to Leeds?

Never said nothing to me.

But, aye, it makes sense.

Why?

'Cause he was
always running away.

Everyone thought
he was a big man,

making all these
speeches and that, aye.

All the time, my
mother was dying.

He said he loved us,

so why wasn't he there
when she needed him?

He was either hiding in
the bottom of a pint pot

or in bloody Newcastle.

Me and Hannah...
We did our best.

But it was him that
she was shouting for.

Telling us how in love
they'd always been.

So where was he?

Do you hate your father for
what he did to your mother?

Yeah.

Because she could
have felt better at the end,

and, instead, he made
himself feel better.

So, you ask me
would he betray that lot

and run away to suit himself?

In a bloody heartbeat.

And would you have stopped
him if you'd have known?

But I didn't.

If you want to ask someone
about that, you want to ask Joe.

He had a right ding-dong
with him about it last week.

Thought it was about our Hannah,
but... maybe it was about this.

Why would they be
fighting about Hannah?

Da never liked
them going together.

Nearly 10 years
atween them, though.

I need a drink.

Like father, like son.

I'm nothing like him.

Right.

I can't believe you're
not standing up for me da.

He lied, Hannah. He must have.

He swore to me
it'd be all right.

Maybe the bloody
coal board lied.

Eh?

You ever think that? It
was them and not me da?

You're as bad as
the rest of them.

Hannah.

So, Arthur had it
all planned, eh?

The best thing to do was
to strike before the decision,

bring the others out with us.

Arthur did everything he
could to talk us out of it.

And now betrayed
by our own union!

I don't believe this man.

Years of coal left in the place.

I know it. You know it.

The whole town knows it.

Productivity, they say.

All I've seen is men
working harder than ever,

and all the time, our
union was selling us out.

I never knew nothing about it.

Aye, we've only
your word for that.

You calling my son a liar?

I'll let folk make up their
own mind about that.

It's not worth it.

Peter, are you just
gonna stand there, man?

Let him talk.

What else has he got left?

They want to chip away
our power, bit by bit,

so they can control
us like... like puppets.

Get rid of the troublemakers,
get rid of the older workers,

steal more pensions.

Then they can do what
they like with the rest.

Dad.

See your mom home, son.

We needed to make a stand.

We needed to make a
stand right here right now

for our way of life!

And Arthur bloody
Hawkes took that from us.

You take it for granted...

That up there.

But take a good look.

'Cause it'll soon be gone.

And what kind of future
will there be then, huh,

for youse bairns?

Let me tell you...
A life on the dole.

That's what.

And where's the pride in that?

How are we supposed to
look at ourselves in the mirror?

It's a shock. I'm sorry.

Maybe Billy's right.

Our way of life is
coming to an end.

Horrible to contemplate, eh?

You know, Mr. Gently,

you can spend your
whole life on a thing,

only to realize you've
wasted your time.

Nothing's what you think it is.

Except death, maybe.

Peter, I need to speak to Joe.

Well, you'd better
come with me then.

Margaret?

This is Detective
Chief Inspector Gently

and Sergeant Bacchus, is it?

Yeah, that's right.

They're investigating
Arthur's murder.

Oh, pleased to meet you.

I hope you get who did
this. It's a terrible thing.

Aye. Even though he did
betray the whole bloody town.

Mind you, fair news to
them. Nobody saw it coming.

I'm afraid I have to ask
some awkward questions.

Was Arthur unhappy
about you seeing Hannah?

Like that, is it?

You're here five minutes,

and the wagging tongues
are already in your ear.

What have you heard?

Who's been telling youse that?

Sam Hawkes.

Look, Arthur lost his
wife only six months ago,

so who's gonna look after
the men in that house?

Arthur didn't want to
lose Hannah and all.

How old is Hannah?

17.

17.

You two weren't unhappy
about the age difference?

I'll tell you what...
And mind this...

Joe bloody loved Arthur.

How long you been seeing Hannah?

All this is because I
was seeing Hannah?

Well, Arthur had taken
another job, Joe, in Leeds.

He was planning to leave.

You and Arthur have
an argument about that?

Was he taking her with him?

How could they?

It's the first we're hearing it.

You think I killed him?

I was the one who found him.

Why would I do
that if I killed him?

'Cause it's the oldest
trick in the book.

Happens all the time.

Is that what you
honestly think...

Our Joe could do
something like that?

It's my job to think the worst

until I find an answer.

What sort of job is that,

always seeing and thinking
the worst in people all the time?

I don't know how
you could stand it.

I've been doing it a long time.

And does that not make
you sad, Mr. Gently?

A life spent digging
in other folks's misery?

You said 4:00 sharp, sir.

Thanks for popping in, George.

Have you had a chance to
take another look at the job offer?

I don't think it's for me.

- You sure about that?
- Certain.

Anything else
you'd like to tell me?

No, I don't think so, sir.

You feel you're fit enough
to carry on the way you are?

I heard about the
accident down at the mine.

Who's been telling you this?

Oh, come on, man. You
know better than anybody

the risks involved in
carrying an injury in this job.

It may be time for you
to slow down, George.

You don't owe anybody anything.

I'm perfectly fit.

I don't mind you lying to me,

but you really should
be honest with yourself.

What if it lets you down at a
critical moment, gets you hurt?

Or worse... someone else?

We have the safety of the
public to consider, George.

Wouldn't do to put them at risk.

You want me out
of the way, is that it?

Maybe it's time for you
to get out of your own way.

Every gunslinger has
to retire at some point.

Think about it. That's all.

Always better to
jump than be pushed.

How'd it go?

What exactly did
you say to Langham?

I told you. He wants
me to write a report.

About my leg.

He mentioned that.

He already knew about it.

Yeah, well...

- All right?
- Yeah.

Well, we've had it confirmed
from the pit in Leeds.

Dennis Morden did
arrange that job for Arthur.

Better bring him in, then.

All right, will do.

So, he lied to us.

Yeah.

You given any more thought
to that inspector's exam?

Gov, I appreciate
what you're trying to do.

I really, really do.

But I need to make
decisions for meself, all right?

I was doing nothing
making a decision.

If and when I decide
that's what I want to do,

then it's my decision to make.

I don't need you telling me

what I should and shouldn't
be doing with me life.

I've had enough of
all of that with me dad.

Pardon me for trying to help.

I know why this is.

Oh?

I know why this is.

Go on.

You're looking for a
reason to take that job.

You're pushing me for promotion
because you actually want it.

And you don't want to feel bad.

Well, maybe
Langham's got a point.

You saw what happened today.

Oh, Gov.

Just because you got
knocked on your ass

by some bloke twice your size?

I smashed a chair over him.

It barely tickled him.

Look, do you want me to go on
and get Dennis Morden or not?

No, I'll go.

- I'll come with you.
- I'm fine.

Oh, Gov.

Jesus.

Is everything all right?

It's fine. It's fine.

'Cause you've got a
face like a smacked bum.

Is that any way to
speak to a senior officer?

Is it? Do you know what?

Maybe I should go for
the inspector's exam.

Maybe that's what I should do.

Take the exam,
become an inspector,

and then I'll finally get a
bit of respect around here.

Right? I'll be the
boss then, wouldn't I?

Instead of having a paranoid one

that thinks that the whole world
is out to get him, including me.

Can you believe that?

After everything that... that
we've been through. I mean...

Well, I'm glad
everything's fine.

You sure youse
two won't join us?

You've had enough.

Well, no, I...

I was celebrating.

Setting fuse to it and all.

Suppose you'll be wanting
to move in here, eh, Joe?

Huh?

Shite, you can even
have his slippers.

Don't start, Sam.

Who's starting? Who's starting?

No, you're all right, bonny lad.

Mommy's in the ground,
and Daddy's in the ground.

So let's have a wee celebration.

Don't drink any more, Sam.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

And empty.

Sorry and empty... that's me.

Let's go upstairs.

Right.

When you've
finished, Mr. Morden.

I knew it.

I knew I should
have gone with you.

Did you actually see them at it?

I did.

Oh, what was lovely Nurse
Janet like with her kit off?

- Can't say I noticed, John.
- Oh, you liar.

It's late, Dennis, and
I'm doing you a favor.

I could have done
this at your house.

We could have met your wife.

None of your
bollocks, man, all right?

I was offered a
promotion and a bonus

if I could make the Burnsend
closure happen quietly.

There you go.

Coal board didn't
want any hoo-ha.

And truth be told,
the union didn't.

Like, my biggest
problem was Arthur.

He wasn't daft.

And I knew the colliers
would follow his lead.

And then, one
day, he collared me.

So, I assume if this
closure goes quietly,

you're already sorted.

What makes you
think that, Arthur?

'Cause I'm not stupid, Dennis.

I know how this works.

So, I guess, right now, I'm
the biggest pain in your ass.

How would you like
that pain to go away?

I'm not stupid, either.

I won't be tricked into
saying something I regret.

Where did all the
trust go, eh, Dennis?

Listen, I'll speak clearly.

I need to move elsewhere.

You help me with that, then
I'll get you whatever you need.

Why would you want to do that?

Why is that any
of your business?

Well, it is if you want me
to believe this isn't a trick.

I can protect the men
or I can protect my family.

I don't understand.

And nor will you.

I've got my reasons.

Now, do we have a deal?

I can have a word, find
you something in another pit.

You do that and
you've got my word

I'll get you what you need...

sick as it makes me feel.

And he kept it... his word.

So you got Arthur the job.

Yes.

Why'd you lie about that before?

I didn't want any
of this getting out

before the decision
was made public.

It would put the union
in a difficult position.

They'd have changed
their stance to save face.

Threatening your promotion.

In the end, it's every
man for himself.

Way of the world
these days, right?

Or maybe that's why the
world is the way it is these days.

There's no loyalty, no honor.

Did Arthur realize that
and he couldn't live with it?

So he changed his mind
about betraying the men.

So, you decide not to take a
chance and you do away with him.

That's ridiculous.

Is it?

You were down in the pit
on the day that he died...

The only time that month.

Now, that's a bit of a
coincidence, wouldn't you say?

Monthly inspections only
happen once a month.

The clue is in the
name, Sergeant.

It also means that
nobody can vouch

for your exact whereabouts.

You've already proven
yourself to be a liar.

Am I free to go?

Yeah.

We may need to
speak to you later.

I don't even know why I bother.

We haven't got a
single scrap of evidence.

What?

He's got a motive,
and he's lying.

We've got a motive,

and it's the same one
that everybody else has got.

I don't like him.

Oh, that's useful.

I'm not sure the judicial
system could cope

with the sudden weight of cases

if that was the only criteria.

Why do you have to
twist everything that I say?

I hate that.

Well, you should be quite
glad to get rid of me then,

shouldn't you?

What's that supposed to mean?

Somebody's been keeping
Langham well-informed

about the state of my
health, haven't they?

And you think that's me?

You think I've
been lying to you?

I've had enough of this.

Right.

Which one of you two has
been blabbing to Langham,

hmm, about his injuries?

Hmm?

Let me ask you a question.

What's the one thing that
every policeman should have?

I'll tell you what
it is. It's loyalty.

Right? Loyalty.

The kind of loyalty that
means that, no matter what,

you do anything
for your partner.

You'll even lay down
your life for them,

take a bloody bullet for him.

We have to trust the people
that we're working with

or we're nothing.

It was me.

I'm... I'm so sorry. I wasn't...

Don't.

Go on.

I, um...

I told C.S. Langham
about your injury, sir.

It was stupid.

I know...

I was only concerned,
and I thought he was, too.

I'm so sorry, sir.

After everything you've done
for us, you don't deserve this.

It'll never happen again, sir.

I know.

I'm no Arthur Hawkes, sir.

Yeah, I know.

I'm sorry.

You fancy a pint?

- All right, cheers.
- Cheers.

I'm sorry, John.

I know I haven't been meself.

It's this bloody bullet
wound. If they think I'm unfit...

Nobody thinks you're unfit.

They want to get rid of you.

Ahh!

So don't give them
an excuse. Get fit.

Don't give them
a leg to stand on.

That's quite funny.

Should we get back to work?

So... Arthur wasn't getting away
because he betrayed the men.

He was betraying
the men to get away.

What? Because of Joe and Hannah?

Nah.

Why didn't he just
have a word with him?

"Get your hands
off me daughter."

It's a bit extreme, isn't it?

Just upping stakes
and taking her with him.

Well, you know what
the young are like.

They just don't listen, do they?

You remember Billy Shearer?

He was standing in the
street and he was in tears.

- He was totally gutted.
- Yeah? So.

So why didn't he
announce Arthur's betrayal?

He had a chance to
make that strike happen

and he didn't take it.

But he told us,

even though it gave him
a motive for the murder.

Yeah, why would he do that?

I don't know.

Unless Arthur had
got something on him,

and that's what they
were fighting about.

Like what?

How to make 300
quid betting on a dog.

Lilian Francis?

Who are you?

Police.

I have all me licenses.

Yeah, I'm sure, I'm sure.

I want to talk to you
about Arthur Hawkes.

Arthur who?

Arthur Hawkes.

He was found murdered
at Burnsend Colliery.

Your phone number
was found in his pocket.

I'm sorry to hear that.

What?

Sorry to hear he had your
number or sorry that he's dead?

I have a warrant to
search these premises.

NGRC records show that Arthur
kept three greyhounds here...

Fool's Gold, Hannah's
Dream, and Billy Cool.

I checked records for the
dogs that Arthur kept here

with Billy Shearer
and Panda Wheelan.

It's mixed form,
wouldn't you say?

I don't know what you
mean. These are them.

Well... Fool's Gold
hadn't placed in six races

before he won at
Longford's last time out.

Billy Cool had four places
and then nothing in three.

You change their food?

Nobody killed him
because of the dogs.

Oh?

We'll need to take
blood samples.

I've got a quick
question for you.

Who's gonna look after the
mutts when you're in prison

for perverting the
course of justice?

All right, just so you know,
all I do is look after the dogs.

We'd like you to
do something for us.

Well, what do you
mean he's taken bad?

I mean, Billy's meant
to run on Saturday.

Have you given
him too much dope?

What are they doing here?

Come on, Panda.

Did you fall out over
who got the cash?

Look, I get it.

I get it. Billy's your mate.

He looks after you,

and you do as he
says, don't you?

I'm not saying owt here.

Well, that's not
very clever, is it?

Well, you tricked us
last time, you little shite.

You hit us with a chair.

Panda, tell me about the dogs.

Look, man, everybody does it.

It's part of the game.

Does what exactly?

Dopes the dogs
up, slow them down.

Lose a few races, get
the starting price with them,

bang... take them off
them, wag your money on.

Is that why we found
300 quid in Arthur's locker?

Aye.

You see, what concerns
me, Billy, is this...

why didn't you tell your mates

that Arthur was
betraying the pit?

Well, what's that
got to do with owt?

Well, I think everything.

'Cause it makes me think

that Arthur had got
something on you, Billy.

He didn't know about
the doping, did he?

Not until Fool's Gold developed
wings and came in at 33-to-1.

How bloody ironic is that, eh?

Arthur Hawkes... too bloody
honest to cheat the bookies,

but sold his mates
down the river.

Hypocritical bastard.

So, what happened?

He was a union man, so
we made a deal, of course.

We kept his
secret. He kept ours.

You and Panda.

Aye.

So, you got this little secret
scheme going on with the dogs

and you thought that
was more important

than telling your mates that
Arthur was betraying them?

How does that make you
any different from him?

Have you any idea who
we won that money off?

What the bookies would have
done to us if they'd have found out?

It's hard to mine coal with
two broken legs, Mr. Gently.

Yeah, that's true.

But you couldn't
let it go, could you?

Knowing what had happened.

So you fought down
the pit and you killed him.

Was it you and Panda?

Did Panda hold him down,

then you smashed
his head in with a rock

and left him there to die?

Yeah?

I'm telling you, man.
You've got it all wrong.

Billy, is that you? What's that?

Give them till tonight.
One of them will talk.

- Sir.
- Yeah?

I've just had Sam
Hawkes on the phone.

It's about Hannah.

Has she been in touch?

She went upstairs
with Joe last night.

That's the last time I saw her.

What time was this?

I don't know. I was a bit drunk.

I fell asleep on the
chair downstairs.

Hannah's bed
hasn't been touched.

When I woke up this
morning, I found this.

Is Joe here?

What for?

Hey, hey, hold on,
son. This is my house.

Peter, please.

What's going on?

Where's Joe?

He's still asleep.

Is Hannah with him?

You can't just go...

Mrs. Turner, is Hannah with Joe?

No. I haven't seen
Hannah since last night.

Was she here last night?

No. I-I-I meant at
the meeting and I...

Look, what's this about?

Hannah Hawkes is missing.

Well, she's not here.

Well, we think she's
come to some harm.

Get up.

Huh?

What's this?

I'll not tell you again.

Where's Hannah, Joe?

What do you mean?

Is she not at home?

Why don't you tell us?

You were the last
person seen with her.

Hey, hold on. Look,
you cannae think that...

When did she go missing?

Sometime last night.

Oh, well, Joe was
with me down the club.

All right. Till when?

Well, till I carried him home

and hauled him
in his pit, paralytic.

Eh, midnight, maybe.

Well, you would say
that, wouldn't you?

You're his father.

Are you calling me a liar, son?
'Cause I wouldn't if I was you.

Peter, you need
to let this happen.

But it was lies that's brought
all this about, was it not?

And I've never
told a lie in me life.

Look, Joe was right beside me

for the entire shift
while Arthur was killed,

so you can forget that and all.

You need to come
with us, Joe. Come on.

Where you taking him?

Just taking him to the station
for questioning, all right?

If you know where that lass is,

you need to tell
them for Joe's sake.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

What if I tell them that
you weren't in your bed

when I brought
Joe home last night?

Get a report out.
I want her found.

Certainly, sir.

Rachel?

Check the hospitals
and the doctors.

Yes, sir.

You were with Hannah last
night in her house, upstairs.

Why do you think I
did something to her?

What aren't you telling us?

You were upstairs in her room.

Sam was drunk, upsetting
Hannah, so we went up there to talk.

What about?

Oh, it was stupid.

All the stuff that day.
Hannah was beside herself.

Everything they were
saying about her dad.

I should have waited.

To do what?

Start making plans.

We have everything we wanted
now, nothing to get in the way.

Like her father.

You told her that?

It was stupid. She went mad.

How can you say that today?

He's barely cold,
and you're saying this.

I was thinking about us.

After everything
me da did for you?

He tried to part us,
Hannah. Did you forget that?

Hannah!

You let her go just like that?

Aye.

See, the blood in her
house, Joe, tells us different.

- Hannah's blood?
- Yes.

What are we supposed
to think about that?

What's happened? Where is she?

Do you want to
know what I think?

I think you told her
exactly what you'd done.

- You killed her father.
- What's happened to her?

Was Hannah gonna tell us
that you'd killed her father?

I didn't kill anybody!

Arthur was me
mate! We were mates!

Then why was he trying to stop
you from seeing his daughter?

Why would he go to
such great lengths?

That must have hurt.

Aye, it must have
made you mad, no?

I'd have been mad.

If somebody says that I'm not
good enough for their daughter,

I want that man to
tell me to my face.

You got in a row, didn't you?

Then you snapped in
the heat of the moment,

and you smacked him one.

You smacked him, and
there he is on the floor dead.

This is no time for
anything but the truth, Joe.

Hannah's pregnant.

That's what we
were talking about.

Nobody else knows.

I was planning to ask
Arthur for her hand.

I wanted to get married
before anyone else knows.

Is that why she walked out?

Look, I promise you, I
don't know where she is.

You've got to find her, please.

Where were you last night?

In the club.

You seeing who's
here? What a disgrace.

Don't know what you're doing

showing your face
around here, bonny lad.

Out of the way, lads.

Piss off, if you know
what's good for you.

What time did you leave?

I can't remember. Late.

Sir?

Yeah. John.

We found Hannah
Hawkes. She's in hospital.

Good. Is she all right?

I think so, but I haven't
got all the information yet.

All right. Release him.

No.

Let him go.

Rachel? Do me a favor, will you?

Dig out that map showing the
position of the men in the mine.

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

It was a do-it-yourself
job, I'm afraid.

With a coat hanger, probably.

She must have
been pretty desperate.

- How is she?
- Weak. Lost a lot of blood.

And the baby?

No.

What happened, Hannah?

Hannah?

She come in on her own?

No. A woman brought her in.

What she look like?

Mid 40s, bit on
the glamorous side.

Where's Joe?

He's been released.

Thank you.

We've just come
from Durham General.

How is she?

She's fine.

You on your own?

Peter is down at the club,
just in time for opening.

That's what happens when
you take a man's job away.

What happened with Hannah?

She didn't want
that baby, obviously.

Why?

Why ask me?

Margaret, did you force
her to abort the baby?

No.

Because you were afraid
of what people might think?

- Do you think I care about that?
- Yeah.

Your pride, the shame
of what happened.

No, I was trying to help her.

Did you bully her
into killing her baby?

How dare you think you know me.

Do you think I don't
know what it feels like

to have to make that choice?

Did you once lose a baby, too?

No, I was lucky.

I never had to face that hell.

So, we're talking about the
time you were carrying Joe.

You and Peter
weren't married then.

Oh, I was married.

Why were you considering...

Joe wasn't Peter's.

How old is Joe again?

- 26.
- 26.

1943.

Peter was away
at the war in 1943.

Bevin Boys. Arthur Hawkes.

Arthur Hawkes was a
Bevin Boy, wasn't he?

Did he arrive here in 1943?

Hannah!

Hannah!

Do you want me
to get rid of him?

No. I've got to speak to him.

I've been worried sick.

She came here in a
state because of Joe.

They'd had a fight.

And then she told
me she was pregnant.

And I knew I
couldn't just stand by.

So I told her the truth.

I was 21, barely married a year,

and I hadn't heard
from Peter in months.

I thought he was dead.

Wasn't no one. Lonely.

And your dad...

We fell in love.

I don't understand.

Peter's not Joe's dad.

No.

Joe is your brother, pet.

This is just... Why does
nobody want us to be together?

Because I'm
telling you the truth.

- Hannah, pet, come here.
- Don't touch me!

Get away from me!

I'll never forget how
she looked at me.

Can you imagine what it
felt like having to tell her that?

Peter never suspected?

He'd come home
to his adoring wife.

How could I tell him there
was nothing to come back to?

First night back from the war,

he told me I was the only
thing that kept him going.

Arthur said we had to
stop seeing each other.

He couldn't do that to Peter.

I wasn't far gone, far
as Peter was concerned.

Joe just came a
bit early, that's all.

Are you sure that
Peter never knew?

We've had...

We've had 26 good
years, Mr. Gently.

So, late last night,
you went after Hannah.

I couldn't just leave
her, not in that state.

Hannah?

Hannah?

Hannah?

Hannah?

Hannah, it's Margaret.

Can I come in?

Oh, no, pet. Oh, no.

I never meant it
to come to this.

I can see that.

I can see why Arthur was
desperate to take Hannah away.

Joe knows. I had to tell him.

What did he say?

I'm scared, Margaret,
for what he'll do.

What did he say?

He was crying, upset.

Said that he should never
have been, never existed,

that all this is because of him.

Said he was meant to be dead,

that he should have died
in the pit and not me dad,

that me dad should
never have saved him.

Where's Joe now?

He's gone to the pit.

- Should we get Peter?
- Yep.

Why are we doing this, Gov, hmm?

If he wants to kill himself,
then we should bloody let him.

That's not how
it works, is it, eh?

Then it'd be some form
of justice, wouldn't it?

Poetic even.

Maybe you're right.

If Joe was the killer.

We need to get a move on.

Peter.

Is Joe a killer?

No.

He's gonna say that,
isn't he, sir? It's his son.

No, he isn't, is he?

There's nothing I'd wish more
to be true, but, no, he isn't.

Did you kill Arthur?

Aye.

Oh, Peter.

Joe!

Joe?

Joe?

Don't come down here!

You stay there.

Joe!

Joe!

Look, leave me alone!

Joe, none of this is your fault.

- Gov, no. Gov. Gov.
- What?!

No, no, I'm not... I'm
not letting you do this.

This is stupid.

What are you risking
your life for, eh?

You've got nothing to prove.

John, I've got to do this.

Gov, no, I'm not
letting you do it.

Joe!

Just stop it!

Come here, Joe. Stop.

There are people up
there that need you, Joe.

I loved her.

I loved her.

How could I look at her now?!

What about Hannah?

How's she gonna feel?

Don't be so bloody selfish!

Do you want her
to have your death

on her conscience, as well?

Do you?

Hasn't everybody
suffered enough, eh?

Come on, son.

Aah!

Out now!

Peter?

What's going on?

You tell her.

I believe that, and you
can believe me on that.

So let's just keep
doing what we do best...

Bringing up the
dirty black stuff.

Like Burnsend men
have always done, eh?

And there's none
better at doing it, eh?

Aye!

It's a brave thing you're
doing, the right thing.

You're a good man, Arthur.

Am I?

I slept with another man's wife
while he fought for his country,

lied to our kids, my workmates.

Sometimes I think
I'm not a man at all.

What's the alternative?

Tell Joe and Hannah the truth?

We made a lie the last 26 years.

We put everyone
else first back then.

That's where we went wrong.

Now it's too late.

Them kids is all that
matters now, Margaret.

Joe and Hannah can
never find out the truth.

Peter neither.

What a bloody pair, eh?

Suddenly, it all
just made sense.

Horrible sense.

And I felt like a fool, a
stupid, powerless fool.

No.

I made my choice.

And then regretted
it ever after.

No, that's not true.

You think I
couldn't feel it, eh?

Summat always not quite right.

26 years as second-best.

I just wanted to tell him
to his face that I knew.

And then summat got ahold of us,

and he... he was telling all
these things to try and stop us,

saying he was
me friend and that.

I just couldn't...
I just couldn't...

Oh, Margaret!

Give them a minute.

I'm so sorry.

It's not your fault.

How did you know?

- It was Rachel's map.
- Huh?

He lied about working
with Joe on that shift.

In giving Joe an alibi,
he incriminated himself.

Rachel's map. You're joking.

- No.
- Oh.

Can we not tell her, please?

She'll be unbearable. We'll
never hear the end of it.

How's your leg?

It hurts.

I have to put it in the report
to Langham, you know.

You can put what you like
in your report to Langham.

I'm going nowhere.
This is what we do.

Shall we get on?

Yeah.

Come on.

Oh, no! No! No! No!

God, what happened to youse two?

It's a long story.

It's a heroic
story, isn't it, sir?

Closed the case.

Peter Turner is down
in the cell, so... job done.

How did you know it was him?

Because... we're detectives
and that's what we do, isn't it?

It was your map.

What?

We caught Peter Turner in a
lie because of your map, so...

Well done. Good police work.

- Thank you.
- All right.

Don't need to be
so happy about it.

We'd have got there eventually.

I only said thank you.

It's the way you said
it, though, isn't it?

How did I say it like?

Well, you're like
all, "Oh, thank you."

Look, it's been a long
day. I just want a cup of tea.

Shall I make you one?

Thank you.

You look all heroic, you know.

All moggy and rugged.

Milk?

A little bit.

What has happened to you, man?

I've been down a mine.

And I just came to
tell you personally

that I'm not taking
that traffic job.

So if you want to get rid
of me, you'll have to push,

'cause I'm not jumping.

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