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Isabella.

I put it to you, Detective
Chief Inspector...

Isn't every single
detail of your testimony

against these dedicated
and highly decorated officers

just fabrication?

You worked with
these men for five years.

Now, you know that
there was no corruption,

there was no money
in brown envelopes,

or deals done in
smoke-filled rooms.

Isn't your testimony just
the last desperate croakings

of a disillusioned rebel?

No.

Oh, no more questions.

Why?

I'm sorry, sir?

Over 30 years on the force.

You could have retired
quietly in a couple of weeks.

And yet, you stand here

open to public
ridicule and humiliation,

risking your reputation.

Why?

I'm a police officer.

When my wife...

When my wife died, I
was going through a time.

But Isabella, she always
said, "My duty is my life."

No more questions.

Unite! Fight!

Don't scab labor!

Unite! Fight!

Don't scab labor!

Unite! Fight!

Here they come!
Don't let them through!

Don't let those union
scabs take your jobs!

Scab!

You can't just leave us.

We've got to get in
there and get paid.

We're in the transport union.

I'm not crossing a picket line.

Come on.

Just get us through. Please.

Good man! Union man.

In Newcastle, angry scenes

at the Bateson-Donnelly dispute.

It's been six weeks since
the management fired workers

who refused to give up
their union membership

and replaced them
with casual labor.

Bateson-Donnelly claim
their non-union workers

are being subjected to a
campaign of interrogation

while unions complain of
heavy-handed police tactics.

Don't let them take your job!

Dirty scabs!

Ohh.

Guilty.

Yes,

defeat at the
election for my party

was a bitter blow

for the party, for the country,
and the defense secretary,

Mr. Healey, wasn't it, Denis?

Yes, it was very bitter.

I felt it bitterly admittedly.

As defense secretary,
I was ensuring

the safety of this country

by developing intercontinental
ballistic eyebrows.

What other country in the
world would let comedians

make fun of its war heroes?

Healey made the
beaches at Anzio you know.

I do. Italy was hard graft.

You were there?

Eighth Army. Taranto to Bologna.

I resent people called Harold.

I can't think why.

And I do like Mr. Heath.

There's something about him.

I think it's 'cause he
looks like my horse.

Oh, for goodness sakes.

Bollocks. Prime
Minister, I am so sorry.

He's just a dirty old man
who can't keep his mouth shut.

I'm sure you know the type.

On behalf of the Special
Investigations Unit,

the new Commissioner's
asked me to thank you.

He appreciates and
admires what you've done.

One leap for mankind,

one great, clean shirt for me.

This is a new decade,

a new regime at The Yard.

The battle we won
today is only the start.

I want you to know that.

What else do you
want from me, Ian?

A large, red gun?

No, indeed.

And as your newly
elected prime minister, it...

I'd appreciate it if you'd meet
me here tomorrow morning,

say 9:15.

What's wrong with Scotland Yard?

Prying eyes and ears, you know?

- Union jobs!
- For Union workers!

- Union jobs.
- For Union workers!

- Union jobs.
- For Union workers!

Why are they still here?

Bastards won't disperse
and let us do our job.

They're saying we're
using this as an excuse

to break up their protest.

I don't have enough
men for this job.

Well, I'm sorry, Billy.

It's not my
department, all right?

Thanks.

Okay.

Crime scene's looking messy.

We're not hopeful
of getting much.

His name's Johnny Wilson,

but nobody knows much about him.

Well, it's ever since
the company fired

all of its union men,

him and all of his workers
have been brought in

from all over the country.

Great.

It's about 200
suspects, isn't it?

- Yeah, I know.
- Union jobs!

Has the press been here?

Every day for
the last six weeks.

Yeah, I'll get on the papers,
see what pictures they've got.

Who's the chief commi here?

Him, Owen Thompson,
with the red scarf.

Him? Right.

Here they come. Here they come.

The fit-up starts now, eh?

Don't know what you're implying.

I am asserting you and
your uniformed henchmen,

as representative instruments
of the capitalist society of...

Bacchus: All right,
all right, all right.

I want these men cleared.

- Someone is dead.
- A scab.

That man has a family,
people who love him.

And my men have families, too.

All we want is a fair deal.

You call your men off.

Otherwise, I'll
have you arrested.

Do you understand me?

You and the rest of your men.

Go ahead, pig.

Let's have a riot.

You're taking
this too far, Owen.

My men have an
inalienable right to protest

against the policy of this
company and your government.

It's not my government anymore.

Labour, Tory... All the
same to me and my men.

Your men?

They're not your men.

- Eh?
- You people don't belong here.

Michael Clements, M.P.

Deputy Inspector
Bacchus, this is D.S. Coles.

Do you mind if I try and talk
some sense into these men?

No.

All right, lads.

Listen! Quiet! Listen!

I said quiet!

I am not here to dispute
your right to protest

at the unethical employment
policy of this company.

But please, in the name
of common decency,

let the police do their jobs.

Don't allow yourselves
to be painted

as a mob of cold-hearted thugs.

A man is dead.

Show a bit of respect, eh, lads?

Away, then.

Hey, Adolf, did you see that?

Now, that's what
I call leadership.

Single stab wound.

By the depth of the incision,
some kind of stiletto knife.

Not something you'd
purchase on the high street.

- More specialist, would you say?
- Yeah.

Inserted between the ribs
and straight up into the heart.

Death would have been instant.

So, either the
killer got lucky, or...

he knew exactly what
he was doing, right?

You said it, but
you're not wrong.

So, you really think one of
those pickets could, what,

assassinate a scab?

Ah-ah. Not a scab.

Non-union labor, all
right? We're impartial.

- You remember that.
- I'm just saying.

I don't think we should
rule out the other forces

who'd like to see those
pickets discredited.

All right. Okay. All right.

So, that, uh, that
building company's hired

a double agent, have they?

An agent provocateur?

- I didn't say that, exactly.
- Yeah, right.

So, you've been spending
far too much time with the gov.

Look, Johnny Wilson's death

might have had nothing
to do with that dispute.

And maybe somebody
else was out to get him

and for some
other reason, right?

Are you gonna organize a do

for the Gov to
mark his retirement?

I don't think he'd
want me there, Rachel.

- He'll come round.
- Will he?

Look, in two weeks'
time, he'll be gone.

I don't want to end
it on a sour note.

I don't.

Excuse me.

- You made it.
- I made it.

Lesley Pierce, age 19.

She was found dead
the 27th of July, 1966,

close to the record
factory where she worked

in Washington... County
Durham, not D.C...

Which is why we're
asking for your help.

It was a violent attack,

although there doesn't seem to
have been any sexual element.

Cause of death?

Massive internal bleeding

as a result of a fracture
to the back of her skull.

So, what exactly is the problem?

No one was ever charged.

It does happen.

Who was the officer in charge?

D.C.I. Alan Kidd.

Didn't he leave the force?

Took early retirement
not long after.

Lives in Portugal now,

and he's not
returning our calls.

Listen, George,

I know this crime didn't
happen in your patch,

but it's your neck of the woods

and we thought you might know
some of the officers involved.

So, what exactly
would I be looking for?

Any irregularities
in the inquiry

that would be of concern

tod the Special
Investigations Unit.

This all happened up
north. Why is it in your remit?

Two days ago,

we had an anonymous
tip-off about this inquiry.

They told us the police buried
evidence and protected someone.

- Protected who?
- The caller didn't say,

and he wouldn't
identify himself.

But... he sounded
scared. Very scared.

We traced it to a phone
box in Storey's Gate.

In Whitehall?

Hardly something
we can ignore, is it?

- Mrs. Pierce? Eileen Pierce?
- Yeah.

Thank you for
agreeing to meet me.

I didn't want you at the house.

My husband won't
talk to the police.

- Mm-hmm.
- He thinks you let us down.

He's not wrong, is he?

There are a few officers
on the force, myself included,

who are not satisfied
with the inquiry

into your daughter's death.

Whoever killed her,

we could be sitting
on the bus with him

or standing next
to him in the pub.

What makes you
think he was local?

Did the police tell you that?

No. They didn't tell us much.

It's just down here.

Mm.

It was over there they found
her the morning after the party.

And that's the factory
where she worked?

Mm-hmm.

They were having a reception

for the opening of
the new pressing plant.

That was the last
time anyone saw her.

- Big party?
- Oh, aye.

Lots of important
people were there...

All the local bigwigs,
people from London, as well.

London? Hmm.

It's a big company.

"Multinational,"
they call themselves.

Mm-hmm.

And were you living at the
same address back then?

Uh-huh.

So, this wasn't on her way home?

No.

But, if she was forced
or dragged here,

then somebody
would have seen it.

I'm sorry to be putting
you through this.

Here.

Are you all right?

Here.

Could you make me a list

of all Lesley's friends
and acquaintances,

anybody you can think of?

All right. Thanks.

People sleeping here?

Yeah, well, it's a
round-the-clock operation.

They picket in shifts.

They've been brought in
from all over the country.

Comrade Owen. A word, please.

More harassment from
the state bully boys, eh?

All right, then,
sweetheart. Now, listen.

I need a list of all the
names and addresses

of everyone that was here
at the picket line yesterday.

All right?

You show me the responsible
face of the trade union movement.

Responsibility?
Bourgeois concept.

He's talking Swahili.

Which means I can't
be held responsible

if one of my supporters takes
the law into his own hands.

Your dead man was a
casualty of war, class war.

Hey, do you know what?

Not all workers want to
be in the union, you know?

My Uncle Tommy's
a hod carrier, right,

and him and his brickies

are the best squad in
the whole North East.

And the last thing
that those lads want

is a limit on how many
hours they can work

or how many
bricks they can shift.

They just want to
buy their own home,

send their kids to
a decent school.

And you and your kind
just don't get that, do you?

- You poor, ignorant sap.
- Oh.

We will need all of your people
to identify themselves to us.

We'll want full statements

and photos of all
of you, all right,

for process of elimination.

Right. I'll start
with you, Fidel.

All right?

Here we are.

You know, not
many people can say,

"I made every one
of these records."

Over there's where
we press the vinyl.

Three number-one
singles already this year.

'Course, I'm a Stax man myself.

Always have been,
always will be.

Here we are.

Thank you.

Yes, so, how can I help?

I'm looking into the
killing of Lesley Pierce.

Did you know Lesley personally?

Um, uh, no.

No, I didn't, not personally.

You know, I knew her to see

She was one of the
girls in the typing pool.

Isn't this case closed?

Not as long as Lesley's
killer is still out there.

It was a terrible
blow for this place.

Yeah.

For the town... the new town.

We all moved here to get
away from things like that.

Did the police take statements

from everybody who
was at that party?

Yes. Of course.

Isn't all this in your files?

I'm going to need a list of
everybody who was there.

Well didn't they...

They went through
everyone at the time...

Workers, management, guests.

It wasn't anyone from here.

It was some, you know,

some nutter from
who knows where.

Have you got a guest list?

I'll give you what I gave
the police four years ago.

Oh.

People laugh at new towns.

But I had enough
of life in London.

We wanted to have a
family, so we moved here.

It was the best
thing we ever did.

When my wife first
saw our new house...

Back garden, quiet street,
no trouble on your front door...

She burst into tears.

Who cares if all the
trees are the same size?

This place was
always crime-free,

until what happened
to... To Lesley.

Is that Michael Clements?

Yeah. Yeah, he
was our local M.P.

Well, he still is.

- Uh, back then, he was, uh...
- A government minister.

I'm a Liberal myself... always
have been, always will be.

But Michael Clements,
he's a good one.

Spends a lot of time
here in Washington.

He helped me get this
place up and running.

He cares about Washington.

Cares about his
voters. You know.

The night Lesley died,

there was a big party at
the place where she worked.

The guest of honor
was Michael Clements.

One moment.

There have been rumors

about Clements'
weakness for women.

Yeah, well, it's not
against the law, is it?

No, but apparently,
he doesn't take well

to not getting what he wants.

Bit of a short fuse, but...

Michael Clements.

The tip-off about
someone being protected

came from inside Whitehall.

Michael Clements was
in government at the time.

It's not something
we can ignore, is it?

The landlady said Johnny
Wilson moved in six weeks ago.

First floor, room 8.

See?

They can't wait to
blame the unions.

Well, it's the
logical conclusion.

You know what
these pickets are like.

Professional troublemakers,
the lot of them.

Or just blokes with wives
and kids who've lost their jobs.

I want this phone checked.

All calls in and out the
last six weeks, all right?

These lefties are a
violent lot, Rachel.

I mean, look what
happened to Nijinsky.

Got an ax through his
head in Bolivia, didn't he?

- Mexico, and it was Trotsky.
- What's that?

Oh. Trotsky got an
ax through his head.

Nijinsky was a ballet dancer.

Nijinsky is a horse, Rachel.

Just won the triple crown.

See that?

The TV's still here,
the record player.

Doesn't look like a robbery.

If it wasn't, what
were they after?

Sir.

Sorry, sir.

Removal men just
dumped 'em like this.

You don't say.

I'll, uh... I'll leave
you to it, sir.

Ah! You're back, then.

Only till the end of the month.

Well, you're the
hero of the beach.

It's all over the papers.

George finally slays the
dragons of police corruption.

Well I think it's great
what you did, sir.

Makes us proud to do what I do.

Tone it down.

Thank you, Rachel.
I appreciate that.

Your picket line murder...
I want a full briefing.

Right.

Right.

So, obviously, we're focusing on

all the people with motive
to wanting him dead...

The pickets.

Press photos, these,

taken before he was stabbed.

That's him. That's our
victim... Johnny Wilson.

Which means that we're
looking at his killer, here,

somewhere among this lot.

All 216 of them.

Mm. Who we're tracing,
interviewing, and photographing.

So, we check
these against these.

It's process of elimination.

- It's only a matter of time.
- What about the ones

with question marks
over their faces?

Blokes with a
history of violence,

political or otherwise.

We've been getting
them in for questioning.

Yeah, I'd also look at anybody

with a professional
military background.

Yeah, of course, sir.

There could be more to this than
someone lashing out at a scab.

The victim's flat was ransacked,

and the murder
seems professional.

No, come on, if you're going
to assassinate someone,

you do it up a side
street, don't you,

or at his home or
somewhere remote.

You don't do it on a picket line

in front of hundreds
of witnesses,

half of them coppers,

with a load of press
hanging around, do you?

Unless you're trying
to frame the unions.

Sir.

I have a woman on the line
here, she sounds all upset.

She wants to
speak to the officer

in charge of the picket
line murder inquiry.

Well, it's a complicated case.

I'm not going to be here
long enough to see it through.

It's all yours, D.I. Bacchus.

- Rachel, quick word.
- Yeah.

Yeah. D.I. Bacchus.

- Shut the door.
- Oh, yeah.

I've been looking
into an old case.

Lesley Pierce.

She was found dead on a pathway
in Washington four years ago.

Now I've had a look at
the postmortem report,

and there are
some pages missing.

Now, they could have been lost
or they could have been removed.

I've also had a look
at the crime scene,

and it's very unlikely that
she was dragged there

or forced there.

And this.

You see, there's
bruises to the face,

but the cause of death

was a fracture to
the back of skull.

Looks like a blow
struck in anger.

Which would suggest
she knew her killer.

Exactly. So...

I need you to go through
all the witness statements

and cross-reference
them with this.

This is a guest list of a party

that she was at the last
night she was seen alive.

And this is Lesley's
friends and acquaintances.

Anybody on either of those lists

hasn't got a
statement in this file,

you let me know.
- Mm-hmm.

And, uh, no need to
mention it to John, all right?

That was the victim's sister.

She recognized him
from his photo in the paper

underneath all that
hair and that beard.

Johnny Wilson is a false name.
His real name is Mark Hogg.

So he was planted
amongst the scabs...

- What?
- Non-union labor...

To keep them
crossing the picket line?

Keep up the morale?

I see you've tied your
ponytail a bit too tight again.

He was a journalist.

I'm going to go and see his
editor over in Manchester,

see what he was working on.

You know?

Michael Clements.
He's not a suspect, is he?

Everybody on that
list is a suspect.

What's happening, Michael?

This place used to be
an old naval firing range.

They're getting rid of
the unexploded shells.

Come on. Time to dazzle them.

I am a man of the north,
ladies and gentlemen.

I believe in the north,
I believe in its people,

and I believe passionately

that unless we equip
ourselves for the future,

we will be condemned to
long-term, mass unemployment.

If we do not regenerate now,
today, our people will suffer.

And so, I give
you Marwick Point.

Four years ago,

when Mr. Wilson ejected
me from the cabinet

for daring to protest

at the American
war in Vietnam...

I was forced back to my roots,

to the values of my
parents and grandparents,

the community of decent, working
people in which I was raised.

And so, along with the
Marwick Point Working Party,

I've striven tirelessly to
turn the dream into reality...

A reality that will bring jobs
and prosperity to our people.

An airport, high-speed
railway station,

trans-Pennine motorway links,

a bridge across the Humber
connecting us to the south,

a super dock to accommodate

the giant oil
tankers of the future

in the North Sea...
Facing east, not west...

Because Europe is
where our destiny lies.

We must break our
economic, military,

and political dependence
on the United States

and look towards
Europe for the future.

And we in the north are
the people with the skills,

the enterprise, the
ambition, the creativity,

to lead Britain and
Europe forwards.

The working people in
the vanguard of the north!

The north in the
vanguard of a new Europe!

What about the trade unions?

You didn't mention
them in your speech.

Aren't the trade unions
part of your golden future?

Mr. Clements is negotiating
with the trade union leaders.

But the leadership's not
the problem, is it, Michael?

It's the shop stewards,
the Marxists, the Maoists,

agitators like Owen Thompson

who don't give a shit
about the working man.

- I didn't know you cared, Gerry.
- I don't.

Then you should be
ashamed of yourself.

- You have a question, miss?
- Yes.

Sorry, gentlemen. Mr. Clements
is on a tight schedule.

Can't you stop this for a while?

- Stop what, Adele?
- These young women.

My sex life is
outside your remit.

Not when it affects your
chances of getting elected.

You know, Adele, you're
not the only ambitious,

highly principled woman to
go to hell and back for me.

- Don't forget that.
- Mr. Clements.

Excuse me. I'm
D.C.I. George Gently.

I'd like to talk to you
about Lesley Pierce.

She was found dead
close to the record factory

in Washington.

I remember.

You've reopened that inquiry?

I'm investigating
the investigation.

If you'd like to make
an appointment...

No, no, no. Let's, uh...

Let's help Detective
Chief Inspector Gently

to get this cleared up now.

Thank you, sir. I
appreciate that. Excuse me.

So, what's the problem?
Holes in the original inquiry?

We don't know.

Who's we?

Did you know Lesley personally?

No. Why would I?

Are you here in
an official capacity?

Washington being
in your constituency,

you go there a lot,

so maybe you came
in contact with Lesley.

19 years old.
Extremely attractive.

Well, you've done
your homework on me.

I like young women, and
young women like me.

There's a lot of sex involved.
It's not against the law, is it?

But here's the funny thing.

Just as we're about to break
ground on Marwick Point,

you show up, putting
me in the cross hairs

of a 4-year-old murder inquiry.

You were in Washington that
day for the opening of the plant.

And you were at
the party afterwards,

which was the last time
anybody saw Lesley alive.

Hundreds of people
were at that party.

Just like that
picket-line murder...

Hundreds of suspects,

hundreds of union
men who hate scabs.

No, no, no. He wasn't a scab.

He was a journalist
working undercover.

Name of Mark Hogg.

Does that mean anything to you?

You're not trying to pin
that one on me, too, are you?

No. It means nothing to me.

And I had nothing to do
with the death of that girl.

But before you go
any further with this,

whatever this is, you
need to understand.

A storm is going
to hit this country.

The empire's done,

the old industries have
gone down the tubes,

and there's going to
be a day of reckoning

when the new government...
Maybe Labour, maybe Tory...

Turns round and says,
"The party's over, folks.

There's no more money,
no more dole, no more NHS.

Leave it all to
the free market."

Our people need to
be ready for that day,

they need to be
ready for the future.

And you're the man
to lead them there?

Yes.

So, what's a dead
girl here or there

on the road to the
promised land, eh?

Well ask yourself
this, George Gently...

Why me?

And why now, eh?

- What?
- Get in the car.

Adele, just get in the car!

I've spoken to
Mark Hogg's editor.

He told me that Hogg
was looking for proof

that when Bateson-Donnelly
fired their unionized workers

that they were put up
to it by the government.

In fact, the whole
dispute's been cooked up

by the government.

Trial of strength...
Who runs Britain,

the unions or the government?

Well, that would
explain why his flat

was turned over, wouldn't it?

Oh, come on, man. What?

Ted Heath's going
around ordering the killing

of... of reporters
who step on his toes?

I mean, this country's
not perfect sir,

but it's not Nazi
bloody Germany, is it?

There's a difference
between The Government...

Elected politicians... And
the apparatus of the state.

We've got all these ministers
standing up in Parliament

saying the dispute's got
nothing to do with them.

But what if they're lying?

He was killed professionally.

Look, John, you're
a good enough cop

to know deep in your bones

there's something
not right about this.

I need to talk to you.

All right.

Does your boss know you're here?

No.

All right, Miss
Watson. I'm listening.

Michael Clements is on
the threshold of greatness.

Heath's government
isn't going to last,

and with the right leader,
Labour can sweep to power.

And Michael, when he
delivers Marwick Point,

will be that leader,

which would be the best
thing that could happen

to this country,
don't you think?

I'm just an old
copper doing his job.

I'm sure you remember
the Depression, Mr. Gently.

I'll never forget it.

Rickets.

Michael was 14 before he
could walk without leg supports.

- Yeah, I'm not sure why...
- Isn't it obvious?

This is a man who won't rest
until he has eradicated poverty.

And what you're doing to
him, persecuting him like this...

No, I'm not persecuting anybody.

As a matter of fact, I've
got a lot of time for your boss

as a politician.

But as a man?

If he was involved
with Lesley Pierce...

He didn't do that.

He had nothing
to do with that girl.

You were at that party,
weren't you, Miss Watson?

I go everywhere with Michael.

And you'd do anything for him?

For the greater good.

Even if the greater good costs

the life of an
innocent, young girl?

She wasn't innocent.
None of them are.

Don't you care about the future?

People are going to suffer.

Michael is a good
and decent man.

Please leave him alone.

If he's innocent as well
as good and decent,

then I will.

Two thirds of them
identified and interviewed

and nothing.

I mean, they've all got motive,
they've all got opportunity.

Keep going until every
man there is identified,

and anybody who doesn't
belong there or nobody recognizes,

you let me know, okay?

- All right.
- Sir.

An intruder got into the
Bateson-Donnelly building

a week before last Friday night.

And we found some
unidentified fingerprints

on a filing cabinet.

Those finger prints
have come back now,

and they belong to a Mark Hogg.

So, it's Friday. Payday.

Hogg goes in there
to collect his wages

and then hides until
they shut up shop.

Stranger and stranger, eh, John?

Right. Let's go and
talk to Mr. Donnelly.

There you go. Oh, sir.

There was no statement
from a girl called Kiran Johal

in the Lesley Pierce file.

I spoke Mrs. Pierce to find out
how close she was to Lesley.

- And?
- Best friends since school.

Ah.

Hey.

- What?
- What's going on?

You and the gov.
What's he got you doing?

And why won't he tell me?

You need to ask him
that on both counts.

Good morning! Avon lady!

Kiran Johal?

Lesley had all these big plans.

She hated it in Washington,

kept going on about
how small-minded

and suburban it was.

And you were her best friend?

I'm afraid your statement's
gone missing, Kiran,

for which I apologize,

so, could you tell me
what you told the police?

Look, I-I don't know.

What I told that cop
was in confidence.

I'm glad it didn't come out.

It would have hurt
her mum and dad.

It still would.

Kiran, Lesley's
killer is still out there.

I need you to tell
me everything.

Lesley was pregnant.

And you were the
only one who knew?

She'd just found out
the day before the party.

Who was the father?

She wouldn't say.

It was someone older.

Someone important.

So she hadn't told him?

No, 'cause she didn't
think he'd stand by her.

He was spoken for, you see.

Always had been, always will be.

Listen, I need to get on.

I'm working on
commission, you know.

Kiran, this officer who
took your statement.

A man or a woman?

Uh, a bloke.

Can you remember his name?

Harry? I think it was Harry.

What was his second name?

It was a funny name.

I know it sounds
daft, but it sounded

like something from the Bible.

Malachi. Harry Malachi.

Yeah. That's it. Malachi.

Where are we going exactly?

North, D.I. Malachi.
We're going north.

- They're here, Mr. Donnelly.
- Thank you.

Mr. Donnelly.

We'll outlast them, you know.

Mob rule won't win here.

And your boys are doing
a great job out there.

I'd like to do
something for them.

Christmas party
fund or something?

No, no, no, no. No.
That wouldn't be right.

We're impartial.

Course you are.

You had an intruder
break in here last month.

I wouldn't say "break in."
More like mindless vandalism.

Maybe not.

We found his fingerprints
on one of your filing cabinets.

Shouldn't you be out
there trying to find out

who stabbed our
employee to death?

Well, that's the thing, sir.
The two crimes are connected.

We have a fingerprint match.

The intruder was the man

that was stabbed to
death two days ago.

His real name is Mark Hogg.
He was an undercover reporter.

Well, whatever he was looking
for in here, he didn't find it.

What, proof of
government collusion

in your dispute with the unions?

He didn't find anything because
there was nothing to find.

- Have you thought about that?
- Yes, we have.

And that would make perfect
sense if he wasn't dead.

This company is a
successful going concern.

We make a profit...
That's not a dirty word...

And we provide work
for people up here.

Your job is to find out which
one of those morons out there

stabbed that man to death.

Clear?

Yeah, I understand,
Mr. Donnelly.

Thank you. Come on.

- But I've got another
question - That's enough.

Sir, there was a
few more questions

I would have liked to ask him.

If, right, and
it's a big "if"...

If Mark Hogg got in there

and got the proof
that he was after,

then yes, Donnelly is lying.

But he was also
very angry, wasn't he,

which means that
whatever Hogg took,

it still hasn't been recovered.

So, it's still out there.

So it's still out there,
which is what got him killed.

And the last thing
that we need, right,

is for anyone to think that
we're looking for it, okay?

Okay.

Hello again, Harry.

What the hell is
this? Let it go, Gently.

Independent panel cleared me

of all your trumped
up corruption charges.

You've got nothing on me,
and you'll get nothing on me.

Lesley Pierce.

You've found her killer?

Not yet.

But here's what I have found.

Lesley was pregnant
when she was murdered.

Only her best
friend, Kiran Johal,

knew about it
until she told you.

But Kiran's statement
seems to have disappeared.

Plus, there are pages missing
from the postmortem report.

Now, I think that those pages

will confirm that
Lesley was pregnant.

I don't know what happened.

It was a botched inquiry
from start to finish.

The S.I.O. was a
useless, old drunk...

Bit like yourself, George...
So the whole thing was a mess.

You're as bent as they
come. We all know that.

And we also know that you
knew Lesley was pregnant,

and you're going to tell us what
you did with that information.

Who did you protect?

I need to speak to
my superior officer.

You will find this hard
to understand, Harry,

but Ian here believes
in what he does.

Like me, he despises bent cops.

But I'm just a voice
crying in the wilderness,

whereas this man has got your
new commissioner behind him.

And he is going to go through

every case that
you've ever worked on

since you walked out of
Hendon with a fine-tooth comb.

Now, do you want
that, Harry, eh?

Do you really want that?

Come on, Harry.

Who was the father
of Lesley's child?

I found what I found...

He had a thing with her,
and she was pregnant.

He offered me
money, a lot of it,

to make it go away.

I couldn't say no.

Who paid you off?

Michael Clements.

He's a born liar.

He didn't just take a pay-off
from Michael Clements.

He was ordered from above
to make the evidence go away.

I'm not sure I'm following you.

Are we...

Are we being played here, Ian?

By who?

Gov? I need a word.

Ah.

- We need to talk.
- What about?

About you freezing me out.

This is not the
time or the place.

No, this is exactly
the time and the place.

I want to know what you know

because I think that
Michael Clements is involved

in the murder of Mark Hogg.

- Who is that?
- It's our new friend.

Mark Hogg breaks
into Bateson-Donnelly,

finds proof of government
collusion in that dispute.

A few weeks later, he's
murdered professionally.

The day before he's murdered,
he makes a six-minute phone call

from a pay phone at his
digs... to Michael Clements.

He told me he didn't
know Mark Hogg.

Because he doesn't
trust the police?

Yeah, but the thing is, right,
whoever killed Mark Hogg,

how did they know it was him

that broke into
Bateson-Donnelly?

He told Clements what he had,

thinking Clements
would go public with it.

Instead, Clements sold him out.

Why would Clements
give Hogg away?

Because he was protected
over the Lesley Pierce murder,

and now he's paying the
price for that protection.

He does what he's told
when he's told to do it.

It does go higher
than Harry Malachi.

Right. We need to
find whatever it was

that Mark Hogg took
from Bateson-Donnelly.

I've got a warrant to search
his home address in Manchester.

You're off the book on this.
No case notes, no diary entries.

And as soon as you get
your hands on whatever it was

that he took from
Bateson-Donnelly,

you bring it straight
to me, is that clear?

- On it.
- Yes, sir.

And you alter your
routes home at night.

And what about you, sir?

Mr. Clements, we've
summoned you today

because there's concern
here at the treasury

regarding your
Marwick Point project.

You seem to have raised public
expectations to a fever pitch

while forgetting
that after the election

and the return of
a new government,

public funding of your
project is now subject

to the
comprehensive-spending review.

We don't need your money.

Marwick Point
Development Corporation

has secured the
backing of a consortium

of European businessmen
and financial institutions.

Marwick Point happens
whether you lot like it or not.

Howay the lads.

The tribune of the
people has spoken.

Who are we to argue?

I'm so grateful for...

If Michael Clements can
make Marwick Point a reality,

do you think people
will rally 'round him

as someone who could lead
the Labour Party back to power?

That's exactly what I'm
picking up in the office

and in the Labour
Party as a whole.

With Heath's
government already fragile

and industrial unrest
spreading across the country,

Michael Clements is
building the kind of momentum

that could, one day, propel him
all the way to Downing Street.

♪ Ooh-ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ We held each other ♪

♪ For a long time ♪

♪ I get the feeling ♪

♪ You're no longer mine ♪

♪ Mm, talk to me, baby ♪

♪ Talk to me ♪

You lied to me.

You told me you didn't
know Lesley Pierce.

I lied to the police, George.
Don't take it personally.

Oh.

I had sex with her. Maybe
I was the father of her child.

But Harry Malachi
offered to make it go away.

He blackmailed
me, and I-I paid up.

I was in the Cabinet, man!

Even a whiff of scandal
would've finished me.

She was pregnant, maybe
by me, and then she was dead.

But... I didn't kill her.

Who put you up to this?

Oh, we're all out
to get you, are we?

- Seems like it.
- Even Mark Hogg?

He phoned you
last week, didn't he?

He told you he found something
inside Bateson-Donnelly.

He told you what he'd found.

The next day he was executed.

Whoever phoned me
wouldn't identify himself.

He said he had some information

that he wanted me to
put in the public domain,

something that would turn
the whole thing on its head.

So I agreed to meet

at Marwick Point a
couple of days ago.

- But he didn't show.
- 'Cause he was dead.

You bribed a
serving police officer.

It was blackmail.

So what? You paid up!

Hardly the conduct of a
future prime minister, is it?

- A week.
- What?

To get Marwick Point
signed and sealed.

Just give me a week.

Then you can come
after me with all you've got.

- I can't do that.
- Why not?

"Because I'm a
policeman, Your Honor,

and my wife said
that my duty is my life."

I've been playing the
filthy business of politics

and power for years now, George.

In government, in
opposition, in the services.

You're forcing me back
down that gutter again,

and I don't like myself for
it and I don't like you for it.

But a cop gets sent
to take you down,

you do your homework on him.

You pull in favors from everyone
in the Yard who owes you.

You get inside his
life, inside his head.

And if you're me and you know
how it works under the surface,

down in the sewers...

Just one week.

No.

Not even if I give you the name
of the man who killed your wife?

Joe Webster killed my wife.

Joe Webster was just
another disposable villain

with a psychotic temper.

Ford Zephyr, Eldon
Street, March 17, 1964.

I know the beginning, middle,
and the end of it, George,

and if I were you,
I'd ask myself this.

Who really benefited
from Isabella's death, eh?

Not Joe Webster.

They murdered her,
and you moved up north.

Who benefited, eh?

And who benefits from
you taking me down?

Maybe the same people,
the powers that be,

the apparatus of
government, the establishment.

Call 'em what you will.

Maybe you and I are in
the same boat here, George.

One week!

Just think about
it... and call me.

Hello?

Rachel.

Yeah?

You okay?

Uh, yes.

Why?

You are watching your
backs, you and John?

You're both okay?

Yes, sir. Um, yeah, we're fine.

We're both fine.

Is there something wrong, sir?

Isabella.

They took her away from me,
and nothing's been the same.

Nothing's ever been the same.

If you was me...

and you could look the
man in the eye who killed her,

what would you do?

I'm not going to answer that.

And maybe you shouldn't, either.

No.

Where are you?

London.

Maybe you should come home.

Yeah, I will.

Good night, Rachel.

Good night.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah, yeah, 'course
you will. Yeah.

Ah.

One week. Not a minute more.

D.I. Lister?

I'm your source.

The tip-off.

We need to talk...

about the national interest.

Mr. Croxley?

Alan Croxley?

Changed your car, then.

Sorry, mate, you've lost me.

Don't you know who I am?

No idea.

And I don't care.

I'm George Gently.

You killed my wife.

Don't you feel anything?

It's just a job.

Ah.

Did you come here
thinking you were dealing

with some old East End lag?

It's bigger than that.

And whatever you think you know,

you'll never be
able to prove it.

You are out of your league.

Always have been,
always will be.

So stop making a show
of yourself and go home.

This is not done! It's not done!

Aaaah!

Always will be?

My mum's in bits.
We all are, but...

When were you last here, Tina?

Uh, yesterday.

I picked up his post.

Right.

What are you going to do?

We're going to
search Mark's stuff.

- Well, what for?
- I can't discuss that.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't... I didn't
leave that like that.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Would you mind waiting
outside, please, love?

We'll take it from here.

Someone's been here before us.

- John?
- Huh?

They're watching the house.

- What, where?
- Out there, black car.

See, that must mean
that they haven't found...

Tina?

Tina, come on inside.
There you go. That's it.

Did you pick up
Mark's post yesterday?

- Uh... yeah.
- Where is it?

I've, uh... It's
still in my bag.

Do you mind?

Anything with a
Newcastle postmark.

Yeah.

Left luggage. Tynemouth Station.

Let's go.

Did you get it?

Got it. Up there.

- You all right.
- Yeah.

The next train to Newcastle,

arriving on platform
two in five minutes.

Right.

17.

John.

John!

It's all right.

All right. Let's go.
Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Hold it!

Right there, hold
it back. Hold it.

Keep going. Get in.

Back to the cars!

What are all these?

I don't know. It's definitely
Bateson-Donnelly, though.

It's not what we thought.

All right, all right, all right.

You go back and mind the shop.

Don't say anything to
anybody about any of this.

Okay?

What are you going to do?

I'll get in touch with the gov.

- You all right, John?
- Yeah, yeah.

- You?
- Yeah.

That's lovely. Go
on. Pass it over

Can I, uh, help you?

I need to talk to
you, Mr. Paton.

How many kids you got, Eddie?

Three.

And you're a Stax man.

Always have been,
always will be.

And you're a Liberal.

Always have been,
always will be.

Are you making fun of me?

Did you tell Lesley that
you were already spoken for?

Always have been,
always will be.

Why did you lie to me?

You told me that you didn't
know Lesley personally.

What's this about?

So how did it go, Eddie?

Did Lesley corner
you at the party

and tell you she was pregnant?

And you were scared that
your wife might find out,

so you agreed to
meet Lesley later.

Now, maybe you got her
pregnant, maybe you didn't.

But you did have
sexual relations with her.

It was just once, Liz.

And I was a bit
drunk. It was nothing.

So you met Lesley
away from the party,

and you tried to talk her down.

But she wouldn't let it go.

So you got into an argument.

And you struck her in anger,
and she fell to the ground.

She cracked her head.

She was dead.

Lesley threatened all of this.

Perfect job, the perfect life.

And your shiny new town.

It's not funny.

Do you know where we came from?

Slums!

Dirt and filth and people
fighting in the streets,

and we came here and the kids...

Oh, my God, the kids.

10, 11, 12, 13, 14...

This place is everything
I ever dreamed.

It's not like back there.

London. Filthy
and falling apart.

This place, it's... it's like
America or something.

And you'd do
anything to keep it all?

What?

Eddie didn't do anything wrong.

He's not like that.

He didn't...

He was with me all night.

I didn't let him
out of my sight.

You were there,
too, at the party.

You'd better find
somebody to mind the kids.

'Cause I'm going to arrest
the both of you for murder.

And then we're going to take
you to two separate police stations

and we're going to
sweat the truth out of you,

no matter how long it takes.

Or... you can tell me
the truth here and now.

And the kids will
still keep their dad.

Eddie didn't know I
knew about Lesley.

Until now.

Okay.

I offered to pay for
an abortion, and...

And she started
laughing at me and...

I didn't mean it.

Last man standing.

So who are you?

Clements didn't
kill Lesley Pierce.

I've arrested her
killer. She confessed.

We have been played, Ian.

An anonymous tip-off, eh?

My advice to you is to
arrest Michael Clements

on suspicion of the
murder of Lesley Pierce.

They got to you.

We all look up to you, George.

You never compromised.

I don't want everything
you've stood...

If I'm going to stay in the
game and clean up the police...

there are compromises.

They don't want Michael
Clements running the show.

Even if the people vote for him?

People? What do the people know?

Give them a vote on it, and
they'll bring back hanging.

Please, George,
just toe the line.

In the national interest.

I believed in you, Ian.

Why is Michael Clements so
dangerous to the British state?

It's not his brand of socialism
or his "man of the people" act.

It's the reason they fired
him from the Cabinet.

Sorry. George Gently
doesn't walk away.

I'll take a lift back
to London, Ian.

Were you followed?

- No.
- No.

This is what Mark Hogg
took from Bateson-Donnelly.

It's his death sentence.

Have a look.

He went looking for government
inclusion in their dispute.

But he found something
much, much bigger.

This letter, right, confirming
the construction contract?

That traced back to
commissioning agents

through offshore
holding companies

all the way to Washington.

D.C., not County Durham.

Yeah.

They're building an air
base at Marwick Point.

- What?
- For the Americans.

So, the state uses me
to torpedo Clements,

who, by the way,
didn't kill Lesley Pierce,

and it was all
going like clockwork

until Mark Hogg got
his hands on that.

That's what got
Mark Hogg killed, sir.

Now we've got our hands on it.

So what are you saying, John?

We should bury
this and walk away?

- No, sir, I don't know.
- No, no.

We've got the
killer of Mark Hogg.

He's the only man at the crime
scene that we can't account for.

Look, this is just
some bloke, Rachel.

We can't prove that
he killed Mark Hogg.

- We don't even know his name.
- Alan Croxley.

Ex-Special Forces
and, my guess, MI5.

You know him?

It's a long story, Rachel.

So what do we do, sir?

Well, you two just
go on doing your jobs.

And you forget about this.

You know nothing,
you saw nothing.

And what about that, sir?

Well...

A week from now,
I'll be gone anyway.

No. Come on, sir. Look. No.

You've proved your point.

All right. What else can you do?

Just walk away.

You can't win, sir. They're
gonna build the air base.

They'll take down Clements.

Just... Just leave it.

Please. For once.

Just walk away, take
your retirement, sir.

Retirement, eh?

Tell him, Rachel. He'll
listen to you. Tell him.

- Sir, please, just...
- I mean it, Rachel.

You saw nothing,
you know nothing.

And one more thing.

Are you organizing a
do for my retirement?

Do you want a do?

Yeah.

Right.

I'll book the upstairs room at
The Old Straw House if you want.

Well, ohm thanks,
John. I appreciate that.

- Right.
- Yeah.

Cheer up. It's not
the end of the world.

Michael.

Adele said I'd find you here.

What's happening, George?

Did you kill the man
who killed your wife?

No.

You didn't kill Lesley
Pierce. I know that now.

I had to be sure.

And our deal?

One week's grace.

You don't have a week,
Michael. You don't have anything.

They want this site as an
air base for the Americans.

Yeah.

That's why they were
using me to bring you down.

Because what the Americans
want from us, they get.

And what about what
the people want, George?

Working people, honest people
who pay their taxes and vote.

Well, they don't
really count, do they?

Not really. Not to them.

You bribed a
serving police officer.

That's not going to go away.

Your political career is over.

But the fight needn't be.

You could expose the whole plot.

People will listen
to you, Michael.

Not without proof.

The proof is on its
way to your office.

But it's not about proof
and bits of paper, is it?

It's about principles and values

and everything that
we fought the war for

and tried to do
when we came back.

You might not win.
They'll outflank you.

They'll try to poison your name.

They'll spread rumors about you.

And that's why you
have to keep fighting.

'Cause what else
is there, Michael?

What else is there?

And will you be there, George?

Watching me back?

One way or another.

I'll see you in the future.

George Gently.

Isabella.

Yeah?

- Where is he?
- Over there, sir.

There.

Move. Move.

Oh, no, no.

Oh, God.

John!

Don't, Rachel, don't.

No. Oh, no.

Oh, God. No.

You see this? You all see it?

Evidence of Bateson-Donnelly's
conspiracy with the government!

And it goes higher! Much higher!

They are turning this country

into an American
aircraft carrier.

To the Gov.

The Gov.

Ohh.

You know, neither of us
would be here without him.

Mixed blessing, that, isn't it?

I mean here.

In the force.

Doing this with...

We're lucky, you know.

Yeah, yeah. We are.

They'll say it's one
of his old enemies.

They'll cover it up.

What would George Gently do?

He'd say, "Don't think
about anything else.

Just get the evidence."