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Who's paying tonight?

Heads.

Who's next?

Gov. Come on.

I'll be back, I'll be
back. Excuse me.

For you.

It's not really my thing, John.

I'll have a large
scotch, please, love.

I reckon she's sweet on me.

Thank you.

Is this about Gemma?

Is what about Gemma?

She broke your heart, John.

But you're not going to
find what you're looking for

at the bottom of a glass.

Hey, look at us. Your
misery must be catching.

Cheers.

To love.

To love lost.

Another.

Oh!

Ta. You're a lifesaver.

You married to a
policeman, then?

I am a policeman.

George. A word.

Yes, sir.

Good luck.

I just wanted to see how you're
coping with the reorganization.

Did they find some room for
your team in the new office?

Barely, sir. We're
living out of boxes.

It'll settle down.

Change is always hard,
and if we want progress...

You might call it progress.
I call it wasting police time.

There was a time when it
would have been you up there.

There's something else, George.

We need a decision
about your retirement.

With respect, sir,
I'm not going to go

a minute before you make me.

All the greats know when
to hang up their gloves.

We do need you to set a date
for your retirement, George.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, sir. I-I didn't
mean to intrude.

Rachel, this is Assistant
Chief Constable Nicholls.

Sir, Detective
Sergeant Rachel Coles.

I've heard all about
you, Sergeant.

George.

Are you leaving us, sir?

Don't say anything
to John just yet.

I want to talk to him myself.

- Detective Chief Inspector?
- Yeah?

There's a body been
found up on the Tees.

All right.

- Get John for me.
- Yes.

5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.

Phew!

- Here you are, John.
- Thanks, Gov.

You'll want to mind
your nice clothes, officers.

All kinds of crap 'round here.

- Are you in charge?
- Yeah.

Tommy Norton, general manager.

I'm Detective Chief
Inspector Gently.

That's D.I. Bacchus, D.S. Coles.

What were the men doing
when they found the body?

We used to dump
our waste down there,

but a German company
wants to buy us,

and they're very hot
on health and safety,

so we're cleaning it up.

And this tank was
sealed until today, yeah?

Yeah.

We'll need the exact
date that it was sealed.

And, uh, get onto
missing persons.

Whatever's in there has
preserved most of the body.

But the fumes coming off it

could take out
half the mortuary.

We'll have to do the
postmortem out here on site.

Can we get a look at that watch?

Yeah.

To A.L. with love.

A.L. Does that mean
anything to you?

Alistair.

Who's Alistair?

Alistair Liddell.
He worked here.

He was a friend, a good friend.

When did he go missing?

December '62,
around the Big Freeze.

But he's not missing.

He was murdered by his wife.

- Do you remember it?
- I do, yeah.

It was one of me first
cases I worked on in CID.

Could it be him,
Alistair Liddell?

Aye, maybe. It's possible.

Aye, it was a big story up
here. Listen to this, right.

His wife killed him at home,

whilst the kid was
asleep upstairs in bed.

Can you believe that?

She confessed to it,
although she didn't say

what she did with
the body, of course.

Yeah.

Eve her name was. That's right.

Where is she now?

She's serving life
at Thurston Nick.

Rare to get a conviction
without a body.

Very rare.

Here you are, Alistair Liddell.

He was last seen drinking
in the Victoria Arms,

which is up in Ouston Hill.

It was a Saturday
night in December.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

- What's this?
- Frothy coffee, sir.

It's from the
machine. It's Italian.

Yesterday I didn't have a chair.

Today all I ask is to have
my tea made by a human.

And that's never been Italian.

Well, I'm not supposed to
waste my time fetching things, sir.

It's in the new regulations,
and I'm supposed to be doing...

All right.

Get some biscuits.

So Alistair disappeared.

Didn't turn up for work
on Monday morning.

Now, his wife didn't
report him missing.

She claimed that she hadn't
seen him since he left for the pub.

It's not the most
flattering of photographs.

But the neighbor said that
she heard Alistair and Eve

arguing at home after
he got back from the pub,

so she was lying
about not seeing him.

And then we searched the house
and we found some... some rags,

- some cleaning rags.
- Can you move, please?

They were soaked in
blood, his blood type.

The daughter, little Marion,

she said that she walked in on
her mom on the Sunday morning

cleaning the kitchen
floor with those rags.

And then we found, out the
back of the house, kitchen knife,

still stained with blood.

See?

And?

Well, we couldn't lift
any fingerprints clear.

So why did she do it?

Talk was she was
having an affair.

She went to see a solicitor,
right, asking about a divorce.

This was a week
before the murder.

He sent her packing.

She killed him.

Maybe it's for the money.

The conclusion that he
died in the house that night

was arrived at how?

Because there was no
signs of life after that.

No sightings, no movement
on his bank account.

Right.

Come on, then.

I'll drive.

I don't know why
we're doing this.

This way, sir.

The watch isn't conclusive.

Any other form of I.D.?

Adult male Alistair's
height and age.

Dental records are a good
match. I'd say this is our man.

I'll do some X-rays
once we get back indoors.

Cause of death?

Two deep stab
wounds to the chest.

There are some shallower
wounds here to the hands and arms.

- Like he was defending himself.
- Reasonable to presume.

I would have, wouldn't you?

Could these have
been made with, like,

a kitchen knife, 8-inch blade?

Aye, that would do it.

Right. There you are.

Case closed, sir.

These records state
that the tank was sealed

at the end of December 1962.

Somebody was banking on
this body never being found.

Eve Liddell used to work
here in the early '50s.

That's how her and Alistair met.

It doesn't add up,
though, does it?

Alistair's body would
have been a dead weight.

If she killed him at the house,
how'd she bring him here?

Gov, we got a conviction.

Do you seriously think Eve
Liddell did this on her own?

Somebody helped her, and
they've been scot-free for eight years.

Aye, see you later.

Mr. Norton around?

Aye, he's just on the
floor inspecting the plant.

Uh, I can take you to him.

- Thank you.
- Come this way.

Hi.

Look, our buyers are
arriving in two days.

This German deal
is a lifeline for us,

but we've not signed it yet.

Do you know how
long all this will take?

Betty, get these typed
up, would you, love?

Certainly.

How many people would have known

those tanks were
due to be sealed?

Most people on site then. Why?

Could Eve Liddell have known?

She stopped work
when they married.

But I suppose somebody
could have told her.

There were rumors that
she was having an affair.

Perhaps seeing
somebody at the plant.

She could have had 10
boyfriends down here for all I know.

If a man's shagging
another man's wife,

he's hardly likely
to advertise it.

Is he, Inspector?

You were good
friends with Alistair.

You must have
known his wife, as well.

Barely. She kept herself apart.

He'd bring her to
the Christmas party.

She'd just stand in the
corner with a face on,

never saying a word.

Foreigners for you.

She wasn't born in England?

No, she was a Polski.
Came over after the war.

I always thought there was
something wrong with her.

What about Alistair?

He was our industrial chemist,
made this plant what it is.

A proper hero, too,
First Airborne at Arnhem.

But he still played football
with the lads every Saturday.

Didn't deserve to end like this.

I'll need a list of all the
people who worked here

before December 1962.

Have it sent to
my office, will you?

D.C.I. Gently from D.S. Coles.

Gently. Go ahead.

We have found the
daughter, Marion Liddell.

I've spoken to
the social worker.

She was living with Alistair's
parents until they died.

She's 19 now and she's
studying at art college in Durham.

She's living under a
different name... Eleanor Gray,

so we should tread carefully.

Understood. We're
on our way. Over.

Oh, one more thing, sir.

Eve Liddell pleaded
not guilty at trial.

She retracted her statement.

Okay.

Have a look at the defense
case for me, will you?

- Yes, sir.
- Out.

Join the feminist revolution!

We want equal pay
and free nurseries.

So why did she plead not guilty?

Because she didn't
want to go to prison.

Oh, yeah, all right. State
the bleeding obvious.

I mean what was her defense?

- She didn't have one.
- Excuse me.

Would you like to
sign our petition?

All right.

John Bacchus.

Roman god of wine.

There you go. What's it for?

Should you not have
asked that before signing?

We're starting a women's
center, a safe place for women.

You can donate,
as well, if you like.

Say 5 bob?

5 bob.

- See you.
- See you.

The barrister knew
he had a losing case.

He didn't even put
her in the witness box.

And then when the jury
heard the confession,

it was game over, wasn't it?

You know juries
love a confession.

Look at this, right?

Goldfish, okay.

- That's a cow.
- Skeleton.

What's that meant to be?

- It's abstract.
- All right.

It's not meant to
look like anything.

Okay. Three years
learning how to draw,

and that's the best
they can come up with?

My daughter can
do better than that.

Okay, everybody.
Thank you very much.

See you tomorrow.

Sophie?

Oh.

- It's a naked bird.
- Mm-hmm.

- Hello.
- All right.

That's her there, sir.

Eleanor Gray?

Do you need me to identify him?

Yeah. Um...

Do you recognize this?

Yes.

He let me wear it sometimes.

I'm sorry, Marion,

but we do need to ask
you some more questions.

Why?

What is there left to do?

It's only a formality.

We just need to
confirm identification,

and then the coroner can
release your dad for burial.

Well, no, it's... It's
not quite that simple.

You were in the
house that night.

You know I was.

Did you hear anything?

Did anybody else
enter the house?

I stood up in court and
told them what I saw.

It was the way she looked at me.

Like she felt nothing.

The last time I saw my mother,
she was being taken away.

Myszka.

Myszka, forgive me.

Forgive me!

Forgive me. I'm sorry, Marion.

I'm sorry! Marion!

The way your father was
found, she could have had help.

Did she have any
friends, boyfriend maybe?

You shouldn't have come here.

I'm the daughter of a murderer.

Reporters used to follow me.
People watched me my whole life.

But I've got a new life now.

Just let me bury my
father and get on with it.

I held on to Marion's
hand for hours at the station

before her grandparents
came to pick her up.

And, well, we'd just had
Leigh-Ann at the time,

and I remember thinking,

"I hope my daughter never has
to go through anything like that."

How long has it been
since you saw Leigh-Ann?

Uh...

Look, she's got another dad now.

A better one.

Thank you.

Can I see some
I.D., please, gents?

Morning.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Mrs. Liddell,

I'm Detective Chief
Inspector Gently.

I think you already
know Inspector Bacchus.

Yes.

Do you know why we're here?

Is it Marion?

- Has something happened to her?
- No, no.

Marion's fine.

Have you seen her?

What is she like?

D-Did she say anything about me?

Nothing you'd want to hear.

We're here because
we found Alistair's body.

Found him?

Where?

Where do you think we
could have found him?

Tell us what
happened to Alistair.

Well, you told the
police that you killed him,

and then you took
back your confession.

I made a mistake.

How did you make a mistake?

Did you argue with
Alistair that night?

Perhaps you killed him
during that argument

and then got somebody else
to help you move the body,

somebody you wanted to protect.

Did you talk to Marion?

Marion testified against you.

This is what you left her with.

So don't try and act like
the caring mother, all right?

What have they done to him?

Look, you dumped
him at the plant.

So just tell us who helped you,
and we can leave you alone.

- You can go back to your cell.
- John, John!

That's enough.

Did you kill Alistair?

Thank you.

See what I had to deal with?

Did you consider other suspects?

Yes, sir. Of course we did.

Just look at the evidence
against her, will you?

And her own daughter
thinks she did it.

And the way she reacted
when she was shown his body?

Well, she realized
she's going to spend

the rest of her life inside
with absolutely no parole.

Well, if that was acting,
it was very convincing.

- It looked like loss to me.
- Ah, Gov.

And the story used
for her conviction

doesn't fit with where
the body was found.

Look, so somebody helped her.

Now, we can chase
our tails looking for him,

or we can move
on to a proper case.

And what if she's
telling the truth?

Gov, she's pulling the
wool over your eyes.

She's manipulating you.

What, you think I'm that
easily fooled, do you?

You might let emotions
cloud your judgment.

I'm after the facts.

Aye, well, she's
foreign, isn't she?

She reminds you of Isabella.

You are out of order.

I'm sorry.

D.C.I. Gently about?

No, sir.

Oh, I see he's got you
working on the Liddell case.

What's your opinion of it?

Well, um, I think Eve
Liddell was tried by the press

before it even
got to court, sir.

So, we have a
reformer on our hands.

I expect you'll be wanting to
make commander one day,

like Shirley Becke at the Met.

Sir?

George, I was just
asking D.S. Coles here

about the Liddell case.

She thinks Mrs. Liddell
didn't get a fair trial.

Well, um, there were...
Um, there were...

There were no witnesses
for the defense, sir,

and, um, well, part of
the prosecution case

were never backed up.

They said that Eve was
after Alistair's money,

but he didn't have
much to his name,

and nobody knew
anything about a boyfriend.

Without a body, there should
have been reasonable doubt,

but she didn't have
anyone to speak for her, so...

That's 'cause
she was guilty, sir.

Or maybe she was
just the obvious suspect.

I just think we should
look at the evidence.

I'd like to reopen
the case, sir.

At the very least, there
was somebody else involved.

At worst, the killer
is still out there.

There was a lot
of press attention

when Eve Liddell was sentenced.

And already I'm fielding
calls from reporters.

So, uh, do I have your
permission to carry on, sir?

We all respect you, George.

Don't be remembered
for an error of judgment.

Sir.

Gov.

We've got a result, sir.

Marion wants a body to bury.
We should just close the case.

If you keep talking,
I'm going to start asking

why you are so anxious to
defend a flawed investigation.

Is there something
I should know here?

Because if there is, tell me.

Don't let me find it.

Stand back, please.

Please, stand back.

Stand back.

So on the day that Alistair
disappeared, the family were in.

He went out to play football,

and then he came
home at teatime.

He then went to the pub
with his teammates from work,

left at 10:00-ish, and then
it's a 15-minute walk back here.

Still the same neighbors?

Mm-hmm.

Mr. and Mrs. Willis.

You all right?

- Aye, you?
- Yeah.

So Marion was
upstairs in her bedroom.

And the neighbor said that
she heard a row around 10:30.

Eve had put the radio on

while she tucked
Marion in for the evening,

and the prosecution made
a big thing of that at court.

It looks bad in a
circumstantial case.

Suggests premeditation.

Well, the thing is, sir,
in her first statement,

Eve claimed that
she was out at 10:30.

She said she'd gone for a walk.

Is that true?

She claimed.

It doesn't make any
sense, though, does it?

What kind of mother leaves
their kid alone in the house

at that time of night?

- Did you ask her to elaborate?
- Yeah, of course we did.

It was all a pack of lies.

She didn't have an alibi,

and we have a witness
who heard them arguing.

The knife was outside?

Aye, over here.

About here.

So either the killer
threw it outside

thinking it wouldn't be
found or Alistair died here.

But if Eve killed him,
she went to a lot of trouble

to hide the body, didn't she?

So why wait till the next
morning to clean up the blood?

And why leave the knife here?

She's not exactly a
professional assassin.

She panicked.

We need to know who else
was friendly with the Liddells.

Anybody who could have
helped Eve move the body

or anybody who wanted
Alistair dead, for that matter.

Caldbrook's sent over
the employment records.

I'll go and speak to people
who used to work with Eve.

- Aye.
- I'll head back to the office.

No, you won't.
You'll stay with me.

Work off the
effects of last night.

You gave evidence
at Eve Liddell's trial,

Mrs. Willis.

You heard the
argument next door?

Patricia, please.

I did my bit.

Do you know the
family well, Patricia?

Alistair went to the
grammar school with Harry.

They were next door for a
few years before he died.

And did you know Eve?

Not really.

She wasn't our type of people.

Alistair was a respectable man,
but they got married in a hurry,

if you know what I mean.

They weren't happy?

She killed him. Does
that sound happy to you?

Hmm. No.

Could you describe
the argument you heard?

It's all in the statement
I gave to Mr. Bacchus.

I heard raised voices,
then crashing about.

But you are sure that the voices
you heard were Eve and Alistair?

Well, it was through the
wall, so I couldn't hear clearly.

I heard an argument.

They'd argued before,
but this was much worse.

Did your husband hear
the argument... Harry?

He was still at the
pub with the team.

Didn't get home till much lat...

Straight after closing time,
and I told him about it then.

Ah.

We heard Eve Liddell
was having an affair.

Do you have any idea
who she was seeing?

No.

But I wouldn't be surprised
if there was more than one.

But you never saw her
with anyone in particular?

No specific rumor?

Maybe your husband could help?

He wouldn't know any
more about that than I do.

Ah.

Thanks.

How much do you
want to bet her husband

was shagging Eve Liddell?

She's unhappy about something.

First she says he was home
much later the night of the murder,

then he came back
just after closing time.

Hey, her boyfriend
living right next door.

Perfect for a murderer.

Janet Ellery?

You worked at Caldbrook's
with Eve Liddell?

I'm a police officer.

Come in.

Thank you.

- That's Eve there on the end.
- Oh, right?

This one?

She was 18 then, just
started in the office.

What was she like?

Hard to get to know at first.

Kept a lot inside.

Not surprising given
where she came from.

How's that?

She saw her parents shot
right in front of her by the Nazis

when she was 10.

Gosh.

That's a terrible
thing for a child to see.

But she wasn't who
they said in the papers.

And nobody bothered
asking about him.

Who? Alistair?

Liked to put out this
heroic story about himself,

but he wasn't a nice man.

He abused his position.

Did he have enemies
down at the plant?

Aye. More than one, pet.

All right.

It's not illegal to
serve a pint yet, is it?

No, we're looking into the
murder of Alistair Liddell.

Alistair was in here on
the night that he died.

Aye. The team had
just lost the derby.

Right. Do you remember
anybody that was with him?

It was years ago, man.

You should have
asked us the day after.

Yes. We should have.

Was Harry Willis
in here that night?

Oh, come on, man, will you?

It's not like a punter
of yours gets murdered

every night of the week, is it?

What do you remember?

Do you remember
anything with Harry Willis

and Alistair's wife?

Now, that was just idle gossip.

Excuse me.

You played
football with Alistair.

- Aye.
- Were you here that night?

Aye. I'm here most nights.

I'm here most days, too.

Oh, leave Robert alone, man.

Look, they got into
a barney that night.

Harry and Alistair.

They'd all been drinking hard.

But Alistair was worst.

What time did Harry
Willis leave here?

I told you, I can't remember.

Do you remember this argument?

What I remember is Harry
tried to give Alistair a lift home.

He was too drunk to walk.

Before closing time?

Aye, well before.

Harry left soon after.

- Harry Willis.
- Aye, well...

Pull him in.

Thank you.

Thank you for being so helpful.

I visited Eve occasionally.

I was worried about her.

I've seen it before, you see.
My father had a temper, so...

People say that
Alistair was this hero,

but the fact is,

his life hadn't gone
the way he wanted it to,

and he was, like, raging inside.

My dad had a temper.
I never killed anyone.

You're saying he hit her?

Well, his moods were
getting worse towards the end.

Well, he was under pressure.

Something to do
with work, I think.

Well, you were the one
who was arguing with him

the night he disappeared.

I was trying to talk
to him about Eve.

He was already in a rage after
the game, so he wouldn't listen.

Look, we know that
you left the pub early.

We know that your wife
lied to give you an alibi.

If you weren't with Alistair,
where were you, Mr. Willis?

Patricia thinks you're
involved in this, doesn't she?

I was with another
woman that night.

She calls herself Rose.

I see.

We'll need an address.

Why didn't you tell us this?

Why didn't you say
something at the time?

Because my wife has
built a life on appearances,

and she doesn't deserve
to be humiliated by me.

You could have told
somebody about Alistair.

I thought it would
look bad for Eve.

Janet Ellery said that Alistair
had enemies at the plant.

His good friend Tommy
Norton couldn't stand him.

Alistair was angling for
the general manager job,

and he was furious that
Tommy got it over him.

So the investigation had
the wrong picture of Alistair,

the wrong picture of Eve,

and not a shred of evidence
that wasn't circumstantial.

No, hang on. We had
her daughter's testimony.

The murder weapon we
found outside the house.

Her own confession.

And her friend said that
she bottled things up.

So what if she just snapped?

Huh?

Okay, maybe we got
the motive wrong before.

But there's still motive if
he was knocking her about.

It's a stronger
case against her.

No.

You had a theory and
you made the evidence fit.

How many times did this
happen before I got here?

How many convictions
were neatly tied up

to get the result you wanted?

It wasn't just me
that convicted her.

You're forgetting about
my superior officers.

You're forgetting about the
judge and 12 men of the jury.

Aye. You notice
something? They're all men.

That's just a turn
of phrase, Rachel.

Aye, well, it fits,
though, doesn't it?

A justice system that was set
up by men and that is run by men.

No wonder Eve Liddell didn't
think she could tell anyone

what was really going on.

That... That is no excuse.

If he was knocking her
about, then she could have left

and walked away, but she didn't.

So what if he hit her?
A killer is still a killer.

- What?
- Now, you taught me that, sir.

She did try to leave,
though, didn't she?

She went to see a
solicitor, who sent her away,

feeling ashamed of herself.

- She had nowhere to go.
- You're missing the point.

Enough!

And if you say "so
what" again, I swear,

you won't be working in this
police force or any other one.

What?

From Dr. Anderton,
sir, X-ray results.

Absolute confirmation.

So the only thing
we know for certain

is that Alistair
Liddell is our victim.

These files, is this all of it?

It's everything
that went to court.

Well, I want to see all of it,

including anything that
might have been buried

in somebody's bottom drawer.

It was a strong case, Gov.

Are you all right, sir?

Yeah, I'm fine.

No, I'm not fine.

I don't think justice
was served here.

But he's probably right.

Violence in the marriage
could have been a reason

for Eve Liddell to kill,
whether she meant to or not.

We have to face
that possibility.

I know it's not my place, but
if Inspector Bacchus knew...

If he thought that you
might be leaving us soon,

he might understand why
you need to put this right.

He's a policeman. He
should know to put it right.

I want to talk to Marion again.

I want to know what was
really going on in that marriage.

Sir.

Inspector Bacchus.

Gently's man.

I'm my own man, right.

Your boss still raking
up this Liddell thing?

If I was me own man,
I'd tell him to consider

what side he's on and
play happy families.

You investigated
the original case.

What do you think?

I think we should
shut it down, sir.

For everyone's sake.

Would you care to look at
our Art of Protest exhibition?

I'll give you this free leaflet.

- All right.
- It's free. Go on in.

- Thank you.
- Here you go.

Hiya.

Have you come to
consciousness yet?

There's a women's
meeting later this week.

Join us.

I hope you don't
mind us asking, sir,

but I just wondered how
long we've got left with you.

Not long.

And you can't fight it?

Not forever.

My wife, Isabella, used to
love walking on the beach.

That's where I proposed to her.

You've never talked
to me about her before.

I told you to leave me alone.

We're in the middle of a show.

Who is she?

Ah.

That's a good likeness.

Can you give us a minute?

What was he really
like, your father?

My father died a long
time ago, Mr. Gently.

My wife was murdered
a long time ago.

The only thing I could do
for her was to get her justice.

My mother is in
prison. I have justice.

You lived with
your father's family.

You heard just one
story about your parents.

What if that's not all of it?

I have to ask you, Marion, did
you hear anything that night?

She turned on the radio.

Good night, Myszka.

That wasn't the first time
she turned on the radio.

Was it?

Or the first time that
you hid under a blanket.

You don't understand.

You're asking me to remember,

but it's like trying to
hold on to a dream.

I have nightmares
where I hear him shouting.

But I loved him, too.

And her...

What about her?

A few days before he died,

she dragged me up the stairs
so hard that my arm was bleeding

where I scraped
it off the walls.

She locked me in my room.

I never understood it.

I used to think there was
something wrong with me, too.

What if I'm like them?

Both of them?

Do you want a lift home?

No.

I wanted to believe she
couldn't have done it.

Eve.

But what if John's right?

We follow the evidence
till we get an answer.

I'll see you tomorrow, Rachel.

Night, sir.

Lisa, it's me.

Yeah.

I know, I know. I know.

Yeah, I just want to speak
to Leigh-Ann for a minute.

I know. Please,
just for a minute.

Right.

Hello, sweetheart.

Yeah, yeah. You all right?

Oh, you know... just,
um... I'm just working late.

This is everything they
brought over from the old station.

Do you want to let me
know what you're looking for,

and I'll have it sent up?

No, I'll look for it.

- Suit yourself.
- All right.

Welcome, gentlemen.

Welcome. Welcome to Caldbrook's.

- Thank you.
- Welcome.

No. No, thank you
for making the journey.

- Guten tag.
- Guten tag.

- Guten tag.
- Yeah, welcome.

- What's he doing here?
- Guten tag.

It's Robert. He's bringing
me my lunch, Mr. Norton.

Guten tag. He does it every day.

I'll go and tell him to go.

Hiya, pet. Uh, Mr. Norton's
asked if you could leave.

It's a big moment for him.

I'll see you later. Thanks.

What happened to you?

I brought something for you.

That's Marion.

She's studying
at the art school.

I think she has a great talent.

I write her letters.

I never send them.

You've seen a lot of
violence in your life.

Experienced it
throughout your life.

Did Alistair hit you?

I loved him at the start.

I tried to keep on loving
him for Marion's sake.

But one day I just
couldn't anymore.

He would...

He would put his hand over
my mouth and hold me down.

And he raped you.

I thought it was my fault.

I should have taken Marion away.

I didn't know how.

I was nothing.

In your earlier statement,

you said that you left
the house that night.

Where'd you go to?

I needed some air.

I checked on Marion
and I went out for a walk.

What time?

I don't know. Before 10:00.

I was out for an
hour, maybe two.

And nobody saw you?

When I came back,
Alistair wasn't home.

There was a mess in the kitchen,
and the back door was open.

I thought he had gone
out looking for me.

In the morning, I
found his blood.

When he was drunk
sometimes, he cut himself.

I was glad he wasn't there.

I know how that sounds.

But I hoped he'd left us and
he was never coming back.

Why didn't you tell
the police any of this?

I tried, and they said I lied.

They said they knew
what I had done,

and they kept asking the same
questions over and over again.

I wouldn't say what they wanted,

so... so they
didn't let me sleep.

They kept pushing and pushing.

And the way they looked at me.

The way that young
sergeant looked at me.

As if I was a monster.

Inspector Bacchus pushed
you into a confession?

It wasn't only him.

But he was there.

I think I'm getting déjà vu.

Are you coming
down with something?

Yesterday's shirt.

Big night, was it?

Are they the files
from the archives?

Mm-hmm.

Anything useful?

If there was, don't you
think I would have told you?

I found this buried
in the case files.

A few months before Alistair
died, there was an accident,

a fire at the plant.

Guess who did
the internal review.

I don't...

Tommy Norton.

First thing he did
as general manager.

Alistair signed it off.

Looks like they hushed it all up

and then fired an
apprentice called Robert Platt.

Should we look into it?

It's a bloody
fishing trip, isn't it?

Come on, then.

I know there's something wrong.

I'm hungover.

You're always
hungover at the minute.

I know Gemma left you,
but it's different, isn't it?

You know you can tell us.

We're on the same side.

I'm worried about my job.

He wants to have his
crusade, doesn't he, George?

See, it's different for me.

I was part of
this investigation,

and they'll look for
someone to blame.

It was a different
time. He knows that.

It wasn't different
for him, was it?

You should talk to him.

You need to talk to each other.

Right, have a look at this.

Howay.

So, there's a new
nitration system

which we replace
every few years.

And we push it through.

Mr. Norton.

We just had a few
more questions.

Excuse me. This
is not a good time.

Did you write this report?

Call off the attack
dog, would you?

- Answer the question.
- This fire at the plant,

you and Alistair concluded
that Robert Platt was to blame.

You said that he
was fixing a pipe

and he botched
up the repair work.

- That's right.
- I think it was your fault.

Yours and Alistair's.

I think you were cutting
corners, weren't you?

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

Well, you wrote this report
just after you got the promotion,

a few months
before Alistair died.

Did the fire have something
to do with him stepping aside?

Look, you can tell us here now,

or I can arrest you
in front of everyone.

Or maybe tell everyone
that the Germans

are planning on
closing down the plant.

All right.

All right.

Alistair thought his, uh...

His fancy education
made him a genius.

He was always making
improvements to the process,

never telling anyone.

After the fire, I found out
he'd altered the system.

A pipe cracked.
Robert tried to fix it.

But, yes, the fire
was Alistair's fault.

I agreed not to tell
anyone if he supported me

to take over as general manager.

Are you satisfied?

I brought Alistair down a peck
or two those last few months.

He hated it, but I won.

And I didn't do
anything criminal.

And I had no reason to kill him.

So if you'll excuse me.

What about Robert Platt?

He had a motive.

Robert never knew the truth.

And he was in the
pub with me all night.

Ask anyone on the team.

Now, if you don't mind...

Go on.

Prick.

Gentlemen, I'm really sorry.

Can I show you the
transportation unit?

You pushed her, pushed
until she broke, didn't you?

You and your D.C.I. decided
that Eve Liddell was guilty,

but you didn't have a strong
enough case without a body.

So you bullied her
into a confession.

No. No. We... We
thought we were right.

All the evidence pointed to her.

Now we got nothing.

What's this?

It's a statement from a
lad called Graham Arthur.

He was up by the
Liddell house that night.

He said that he saw a
woman on the street outside.

Now, the timing was wrong,
so I didn't think it was relevant.

And then when she
confessed, it was a loose end,

and I just... I-I went
back to tie it up.

So you got him to
change his story, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I told him to say
that he was mistaken.

This could have been
Eve leaving the house.

This is reasonable doubt.

So how long were you
going to hold on to this, eh?

Did you think you
might just lose it

and let an innocent
woman rot in prison?

Do you think you decide
when to dispense justice?

You're not a real policeman.

You mean I'm not you.

You're a saint, aren't
you? Well, you know what?

The saints in the
Bible, they're all right.

But in real life, no
one likes them much.

I serve justice. That's my life.

Yeah, and it's
all that you've got.

Do you know you're
an embarrassment?

You're an accident
waiting to happen.

Just look at the state of
you, with your drinking.

You want to pull yourself
together, Sergeant.

Except I'm not your
sergeant anymore, am I?

Hey, do you know why I
stayed up here in the north,

- Rachel?
- Don't.

Go on.

To chop me down.
That's what he said.

He'd lost everything.
He'd lost his wife.

He was on his
way out of the force.

And then he found
himself a project.

I'd been given a transfer
to the Met, but no.

No, he needed something to
restore meaning into his life,

to make up for the guilt that
he felt knowing that his crusades

are the reason that
his wife was murdered.

Get out.

You know, you tried to
shape me in your image.

- Well, are you happy now?
- John.

I've lost Gemma.

I've lost me daughter, and
this job is the only thing I have.

- John, don't.
- And what about Rachel?

What's she going to do
when she has to decide

between being a detective
and having a family?

You've put impossible
expectations on her,

just like you did with me.

- John.
- I thought you had a future.

Ah, well it's not your future
anymore, is it, George?

Look, the old chief.

What's going to be left
behind when you go?

Nothing.

You're finished here.

I'm recommending
you for suspension.

Get out of my sight.

John.

It's my choice to be here, sir.

This job is important to me,

and I'm not trying to be
like you or anyone else.

There's something
that Eve Liddell

still isn't telling us.

I mean, why would you leave
a child alone in the house?

We need to get Marion
to go and visit her mother,

then we'll get to the truth.

You're not meant to be in here.

I need your help, please, mate.

I want an address
for Graham Arthur.

He used to live
up in Ouston Hill,

but then he moved about
five years ago with his parents.

Parents' names?

Don't know.

So the Arthur family, and
they could be anywhere.

I'll call back in for it.

Thank you.

You all right?

What happened?

I'm leaving.

You won't change my mind.

As soon as you walked
into the studio that day,

I knew it was over for me here.

You have a real talent, Marion.

Do you really want
to leave art school?

Do you really want
to give up on all this?

I just want to live my own life.

Well, then you can't
run away this time.

I believe that your
mother will tell the truth,

but only if she knows
you want to hear it.

Marion is here because
she wants to know the truth,

whatever that might be.

Myszka.

Forgive me.

What do you want
forgiveness for?

I loved you so much.

From before you were born.

You used to kick me in
the middle of the night.

Your father loved you, too.

It's just me he couldn't love.

I didn't want you to
know what he did to me.

I didn't want you to hear it.

It was getting worse
in the last few months.

He hurt me every night.

It felt like it would never end.

But then I found
out I was pregnant.

I can't describe
what it felt like.

I was coming back to life.

I planned to take you
away with the baby,

so I went to, um,
see a solicitor.

But he told me I
wouldn't get a divorce.

He told me if I left, your
father would get custody.

When I got back
home, it was late.

He was angry.

And you were playing so loudly,

I-I pulled you upstairs into
your room and I locked the door

so he...

so he couldn't hurt
you when he hurt me.

I was so afraid.

I couldn't take
care of one child.

How could I protect two?

I killed my baby.

I left you home alone
and I went to see a woman.

Why didn't you tell anyone?

I couldn't.

Abortion was a crime.

I killed my child.

God forgive me.

And I thought you would
be better off without me.

No, you're all right.

Thank you.

Everything all
right, D.S. Coles?

Doesn't it make
you lose heart, sir,

when you know something
but you can't prove it?

I see policing as a matter
of judgment, not heart.

Of balancing realities.

I look forward to
seeing you, Rachel.

You brighten up the place.

Thank you, sir.

D.C.I. Gently has always
paid attention to you, hasn't he?

When he retires, I
want you to know

that my door is always open.

Perhaps we could become as
close as you and he have been.

I, um, I read an interview
with Commander Shirley Becke.

She said there's no such
thing as a lady policeman.

We're police officers who
just happen to be women.

Not everyone sees
things that way yet,

but Mr. Gently has always
been a great mentor to me.

A real father figure.

And I'd be honored to see
you in the same way, sir.

You're going to need a lot of
friends in this world, Rachel.

Remember that.

Sir?

I've been looking
over the Liddell inquiry.

Speaking to Inspector Bacchus.

We need to wrap it up.

I want headlines
for the right reasons.

With respect, sir.

You were
superintendent at the time

of Eve Liddell's conviction,

however much you avoided
getting your hands dirty.

Now, if you want me to bury
this, there will be headlines,

but for the wrong reasons.

If you want me to retire,
I'll go 1st of January.

But I'm staying on this case
until Eve Liddell walks free.

Very well.

You need to talk to me?

I'm fine.

We're not gonna find her...

the woman who
performed the abortion?

No, we're not.

Apart from Eve's word,

we haven't got enough
evidence for a fresh appeal.

We need to find that killer.

Why that Saturday?

Why did Alistair come
back from that football match

in such a rage?

Well, there was bad blood
on the pitch and at the plant.

Alistair had caused
an accident... a fire...

And Tommy Norton covered it up.

They blamed it on an
apprentice called Robert Platt.

What day was that fire?

5th of September.

When did Alistair's
money troubles start?

There are his bank statements.

Ha.

Get Robert Platt and
Tommy Norton in here.

Yes, sir.

Can I help you?

You've done well compared with

all these grammar-school
boys, haven't you, Mr. Norton?

A good watch. A nice suit.

You have expensive tastes.

I've made a success
of myself. I can afford it.

Oh, but there was a time

when you couldn't
afford it, wasn't there?

When you needed extra cash
to buy the things that you liked.

You... Yeah.

Thank you.

Now, then, this is a statement

from Alistair Liddell's
bank account.

And do you know
what's funny about it?

September to December 1962,

Alistair never
deposited his pay.

But he was withdrawing
most of his savings.

Huh. Got the other one?

- Mm.
- Yeah.

This is yours.

And during the same period...

you came into
quite a lot of money.

You didn't just use
the fire at the plant

to get the job that
Alistair wanted.

You were blackmailing
him, weren't you?

Alistair always made sure
to remind me of my failings.

He liked to put me down
to make himself look better.

And when I found out
what he was really up to,

he was desperate not to
be exposed as a failure.

Well, blackmail being
a criminal offense,

I doubt that your buyers will
want a manager with a record.

So why don't you tell
us what really happened

the day that Alistair
disappeared?

Alistair came to
me before the game.

He said there was no more
money, he wasn't paying anymore.

Oh.

So you told Robert Platt
the truth about the accident

just to get him on side.

And together you hatched
a plot to get rid of him.

Yeah?

I told Robert the
truth, that's all.

And he laid into
Alistair on the pitch.

Got Alistair sent off.

Robert was desperate. He
could have done anything.

All right, you can
go for now. Chris.

Oi. I'm not finished with you.

I'm looking for Graham Arthur.

We know you fought
with Alistair that Saturday.

Aye. So what?

You must have been very
angry when you found out the fire

at Caldbrook's
was Alistair's fault.

He shot my life to pieces!

Him and Tommy Norton.

God, no one would ever give
us another chance after that.

But I didn't kill anyone.

I didn't ask you
about the murder.

But I do know that Eve
Liddell didn't kill Alistair.

Which means that somebody
else was at their house that night.

Somebody else was
arguing with Alistair.

And you had a reason
to go and confront him.

Tommy says that you were
both in the pub till closing time.

I don't believe that you were.

Alistair's body
would have been hard

for one person to move alone.

Tommy helped you to
move the body, didn't he?

Sir.

What do you want?

Gov.

This is Graham Arthur.

He'd like to offer his witness
statement again as evidence.

Go on. Tell Mr. Gently
what you told me

about the lady outside
the Liddell house that night.

Well, she looked
like Marilyn Monroe.

What's she doing here?!

Betty, love,
sweetheart, you all right?

D.I. Bacchus, I want you here.

You all right? You all right?

Sit down, please, Mrs. Platt.

What's she doing here? She
hasn't done anything wrong.

Ordinary people, they read
about murderers in the newspapers,

and they think they can
imagine what it's like to kill.

But the truth is,

nobody knows how it
feels to take a man's life.

The first thing is the panic.

The heart's beating faster,

and the blood's
rushing to your brain.

So you just can't
think what to do.

- You should be talking to Tommy.
- You look back at the body.

You feel the blood on
your hands. It's sticky.

It smells sweeter
than you might think.

So, you try to move the body,

but the feeling
of it repulses you.

It's soft and heavy,

and it's hard to
move, like a sack,

but there's still warmth in it.

We have a witness

who saw you on the
street that night, Mrs. Platt.

You helped your husband to
move Alistair's body, didn't you?

No. Now, you don't need
to do this to her, right?

I killed him. Yeah?

Tell him, Betty.

Tell them I did it by myself.

Love?

The other thing that people
don't understand is the guilt.

How it weighs on your soul.

Your husband didn't kill
Alistair, did he, Mrs. Platt?

- I'm telling you.
- No.

I'm telling you. I did it!

- I'm telling you, it was me!
- No, Robert.

- Robert.
- Betty.

- I need to tell him.
- Betty, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- Don't. You can't.
- It's okay.

You can't.

I want to do this.

Because you're right.

Nobody knows what that
kind of secret does to you.

Oh, we tried to get
on with our lives.

Then it just creeps
into the corners.

We never talked about it.

How could we
even have children?!

Tell me what happened.

We were so in love.

Weren't we?

Alls we wanted to
do was to get married.

But when Robert lost his job,
he called the engagement off.

That Saturday, I
went to the football

because I wanted to talk to him.

That's when I overheard
Alistair and him fighting.

So I thought, if I
could Alistair alone,

you know, I could persuade
him to change his mind

and to give Robert his job back.

Well, why did you think
Alistair would listen to you?

Because he liked me.

Oh, aye, he liked
coming into the office.

Putting his hand on my
skirt at first, then up me leg.

And I never said anything...

because he's an important man.

- So, you went to see him alone?
- Aye.

Because I thought his wife
would be there, too, but she wasn't.

He was alone.

He invited me in, and
I tried to talk to him.

I wanted to explain
we just wanted a home,

a family like he had.

But he wasn't
interested in that.

He grabbed me, and
he pushed me back.

Pushed me onto the table,

and he had his hands
around me throat.

I can't even breathe,
and he's scaring me.

And I put my hand out,
and there was a knife,

and I wanted to stop him.

And then I thought he was... I
thought he was gonna kill me!

And when I looked,
there was just blood.

I was frightened, and I ran.

I'm so sorry.

You helped her move the body.

You could have
gone to the police.

How could I?

Do you think they'd
have listened to me?

You let an innocent
woman go to prison.

I'm sorry.

Oh, please.

Please, will you tell
her I'm so, so sorry?

Stand up, please, both of you.

It's okay.

Betty Platt, I am arresting you

for the murder
of Alistair Liddell

on the 15th of December, 1962.

You do not have to say anything,

but anything that you do say
may be taken down in evidence

and may be used against you
at your trial. Do you understand?

Robert Platt, I am arresting you

for assisting an offender
and disposing of a body.

Do you understand?

Come on. Betty.

- It's all right.
- It's all right.

- This way.
- Betty.

Betty.

- Come on.
- Go on.

It wasn't murder.

She was defending herself.

That's for a court to decide.

Do you want one?

Um... no.

You're all right. Thank you.

I've, uh...

Well, I've got
somewhere I need to be.

Got a date?

It's sort of a...

a girls' night.

- All right?
- Yeah.

Good night, sir.

- Good night, Rachel.
- Night.

I've come to
collect some things.

Look, I know I did wrong, but I
have changed, and you know that.

Just give us a
chance to prove it, eh?

You went to the
A.C.C. behind my back.

I was scared, and...

I knew I was wrong,
and you wouldn't stop.

Yeah, well, I knew
something was coming.

It was written all over
your face from the start.

Six years.

Six years you've
been working for me,

and you didn't think you
could come and talk to me?

I'm a mess.

I don't know what I'm doing.

I want to be a man that my
daughter can be proud of.

I do.

Oh, God.

Sorry.

I know you're not me, John.

But if you want to
prove you've changed,

it's not me that you've
got to answer to.

It's not Gemma. It's
not your daughter.

It's you.

You've got to
prove it to yourself.

So it's time for you to go
your way, and I'll go mine.

I'm sorry.

Free our sisters,
free ourselves!

Free our sisters,
free ourselves!

Free our sisters,
free ourselves!

Free our sisters,
free ourselves!

Free our sisters,
free ourselves!

- What do we want?!
- Equal rights!

- When do we want it?
- Right now!

Free our sisters,
free ourselves!

Free our sisters,
free ourselves!

Free our sisters,
free ourselves!