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♪ It's all right ♪

♪ it's okay ♪

♪ doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey ♪

♪ it's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ it's all right ♪

♪ doing fine ♪

♪ doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ it's all right ♪

♪ I say it's okay ♪

♪ we're getting to
the end of the day ♪

[Sombre music]

You got that report yet?

Yeah.

How long she's been gone?

About three days is it?

[Knocking on door]

Mrs. Barker?

[Glass shattering]

Mrs. Barker?

Tag work from 329,
are you receiving?

[Police radio chatter]

[TV announcer] This is a
film about the year 1812.

Six stories from
around the globe,

each one about art and culture.

Stories that...

[door buzzes]

of the world we recognise today.

[Door buzzes]

Gerry.

Do you know what time it is?

Bleeding gas leak.

My whole street
has been evacuated.

So I'm gonna have
to use your sofa, mate.

[Guns firing on TV]

[Man snoring]

[Sinister music]

Ellen barker, 49 years
old, librarian at ucl.

The boy son?

Philip.

Died in a car crash
nine years ago.

I want officers
going house to house

as soon as we can.

Pathologist's been
held up in ealing,

but I'd say we're
looking at blunt trauma,

back of the head, and she's
been dead at least three days.

Or we could just wait
for the pathologist.

Man on the left,
don't we know him?

Lurch.

Ds gryphon ma'am,
worked under him for a while.

Retired a couple of years back.

Now with ucos.

Ucos?

Don't know how long
he's gonna stay, Danny.

You know, I want to help
the guy out, but you know,

he's, it's like he's
filling up the flat,

and his snoring's like
nothing I've ever heard before,

it goes all the way from,
like, amplified Darth Vader

up to, like, asthmatic walrus.

I mean, if I wanted
to be nagged,

I could have stayed
at one of my girls.

And, he doesn't even have
anything proper for breakfast.

So this morning, I
offered him granola.

He's allergic.

I mean, what kind of human
being's allergic to granola?

Well, whose digestive system

hasn't evolved to
tolerate oats, I expect.

I've been thinking.

Could I stay at your place?

No.

Dci Miller?

You don't remember me, Sasha?

Grace, grace mackie.

Yeah, yeah.

No, of course.

Um... it was hendon, wasn't it?

Wow, you look different.

I know.

Dropped four stone, cut my hair.

So, so when did
we last, I mean...

Eight years ago.

Johnny mack's funeral.

That's right.

Are you still at... it
was peckham, wasn't it?

Clapham, no.

Mit.

Homicide command west.

Congratulations.

Who's your sio?

That'll be me.

Which is why I'm here.

Did you know her well?

Danny?

I met Ellen online.

I missed the
job after I retired,

and she wrote a blog,
"cold crime confidential".

Nothing sensationalist, just
well researched investigations

into various unsolved crimes.

She was talented.

I commented on some
of the posts she'd put on.

I stopped when I
joined ucos, of course.

But we stayed in touch, and...

Sorry, how did she die?

Blunt force trauma,
back of the skull.

Post mortem will confirm.

Were you romantically
involved with Ms. Barker?

No.

Why do you think that?

Your photo was on her desk.

Prominent.

Look, I've got an unmarried,
middle aged librarian

beaten to death in her own home.

I don't have much, I'm
just trying to find a way in.

What about motive?

We're running with robbery.

No signs of forced entry,

possibly someone
tricked their way in.

Distraction theft, she
catches them in the act,

they panic.

Although, we've no
accounts of similar attempts

in the vicinity.

Anything taken?

Hard to tell.

There was no
computer at the property.

No, she definitely
owned a laptop.

It was quite new, expensive,
with a metal casing.

Look, I've been to
her home a few times,

maybe I can help.

If you're worried about my
personal involvement, it's...

It's not that, it's...

When was she killed?

[Sighs] The pathologist
thinks Sunday.

Right, well I was away all
weekend, in the cotswolds.

My friend, Fiona,
can corroborate that.

Have forensics finished up?

Nearly.

Well then let me
visit the scene.

[Mysterious music]

Good to see you again, sarge.

I'm nobody's sarge now, Berry.

Those days are gone.

She's got cuttings
going back decades.

Investigation was her hobby.

Some people go
fishing, bake cakes.

Ellen liked unsolved crime.

Blimey, who would actually
do the job for no money?

I understand you know
dci mackie, ma'am?

We trained together.

You must know her well, then.

[Sasha] No, it's funny.

I can't say...

Were the corkboards
like this when you entered?

Yes, sarge.

Billie, I need you
to get onto pceu,

trace originating ip address
behind some of the messages

left on her website.

She received death
threats a week ago.

Maybe something, maybe nothing,

but it was a threat to
life, and now she's dead.

Dci mackie?

Mm-hmm?

Ellen used these boards
to display information

relating to the cases
she was working on.

Photographs, cuttings,
that sort of thing.

They were chock full of
things, every time I visited.

Whatever was pinned on here,

somebody's torn off.

You see, look.

There are pieces of
paper stuck under the pins.

Now she wouldn't do that.

It's a trait we shared, a
certain meticulousness.

If Ellen moved
onto something new,

she would've removed
the redundant material,

and filed it away.

This looks like
someone just ripped off

whatever was on
the board, in a hurry.

So you're suggesting
the killer cleared them?

Well maybe he didn't
want people to know

what she was working on.

You said she
received death threats

on a website
devoted to her work.

So she was killed because
she was an amateur sleuth?

No disrespect, but maybe
we should start with something

a little less fanciful,

before we unleash
the conspiracy theories.

Billy, I want to know everything
about her personal life.

Her ex-boyfriends, affairs.

Anyone who could've
held a grudge.

Thank you for your
time, Mr. Gryphon.

Dci Miller.

If we could stick to
common approach procedure

on the way out.

Danny.

Take the rest of the day off.

They've got this covered.

[Mysterious music]

Danny.

Nice surprise.

What are you doing here, mate?

Can we go inside, Nathan?

Why would anyone hurt Ellen?

What are the police saying?

You know I can't
talk about that.

Oh come on, Danny,
one ex-copper to another.

She did receive death
threats on her blog.

Did she ever
mention them to you?

No she didn't.

And the corkboards in her office

were virtually empty,

have you ever
seen them like that?

No.

Maybe she was
winding down the blog.

Nah.

Someone had torn the
research from the boards.

That's not very Ellen, is it?

You think she was killed
because of her blog?

Nathan?

She did mention something.

A new case, she said
it was gonna be huge.

Oh, lord.

Oh, this is all my fault.

Your fault?

[Phone message] So I'm doing it,

I'm taking a week of
work, and going for it.

Just like you said I could.

[Door buzzing]

Oh, my cab at the station,

bye lovely, can't wait to
tell you all about this one.

You're gonna be so jealous.

It's an absolute beast.

[Answerphone beeps]

And she never said
what the case was?

But she was travelling
to interview witnesses,

now that wasn't
normal practise, was it?

No, but like I said,
this was something big.

She wanted to take a
week off work, get stuck in.

Go interview some
of the key players.

I encouraged her.

And you've no idea
where she was going?

I should've told her,

I mean, doing this
work, following the trail,

that's all good fun,

but what if the trail
ends up at a cave,

and in that cave there's
a bloody great bear?

You don't poke the bear.

I think she poked
the bear, Danny.

Could be totally unrelated.

Check her laptop.

If somebody was covering up,

they'll have wiped that too.

They took it?

Well that's it, then, proof.

She confronted somebody
who didn't want to be confronted,

they've killed her, and
they've whacked away

any evidence of her
interest in the case.

Or maybe she was just robbed.

The boards wouldn't
have been emptied,

the board were never empty.

Come on, Danny, think about it.

Why else would someone kill her?

Kept herself to herself,
didn't have anything to steal.

Right.

Who are you phoning?

She was getting a cab to
the station, we might be able

to work out where she was going.

Nathan, I'm not sure I
should get involved in this.

[Tense music]

The minicab dropped
her at 10:30, no luggage,

so we have to assume that
she was headed there and back

in a day.

So that probably rules out
anywhere further than Bristol.

It's a huge area, there's
trains every couple of minutes.

This ain't gonna work.

Beast.

That's what she said on
her telephone minutes,

"beast of a case".

Mynchampton.

Look, Ellen liked to
tease, you know that.

A beast of a case.

The mynchampton
murders, the press wrote it up

as the "beauty and the beast."

It was a young girl, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Murdered by a local man.

1990.

Yeah, it was something
to do with new agey,

living outside society,
pacifist Buddhist types.

Well, involved in a
commune of sorts, yes.

The victim was one
of four residents.

Uh, Sally tunstall.

But why would Ellen
be looking at a crime

that's already been solved?

Controversial verdict.

Maybe she thought she'd
found a miscarriage of justice.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Now if Ellen was
head to mynchampton,

she'd have had to
get a stopping train

to either Redding or slough.

That's what I'm looking for.

Well the next stopping train

would have been the 10:48.

How do you you know that?

You have your
hobbies, I have mine.

Now, the next stopping train
to mynchampton is 12:22.

Come on.

I did an inventory of your
cooking utensils this morning,

and there are some
things every kitchen needs.

A parmesan grater,
a garlic press,

and a very big,
very sharp knife.

You bought all
this stuff for me?

Tell you what, I might
use them tonight,

you've never tried my
beef stroganoff, have you?

No [laughs].

So how long do the gas
engineers think they're gonna be?

I don't know, really, why?

Well, it's just, you know,

you said it'd be a night
or two, I just wondered.

Oh, I see.

Well I tell you what,

I'll go and stay at Caitlin
and Robin's tonight.

No, no, Gerry, that's
not what I meant at all.

No, no, no, no.

You did me a big favour,
I really appreciate it.

Oh well, you don't have to...

[Tense music]

Excuse me, pal.

What's going on?

Ellen barker murder.

We've got a break.

Where's gryphon, Sasha?

Taking compassionate leave, why?

So the local bloke that
did for Sally tunstall,

Dougie haynes,
lived just up the road.

He did odd jobs for the commune.

That's right.

People said he had
a crush on the girl.

They say that as she
went out for a walk,

haynes some how
got her into the house,

tried his luck, when
she turned him down,

he strangled her.

Buried her body in the
woods behind his house.

Wasn't he a bit
of a lennie figure?

Henry?

Small.

Steinbeck, "of mice and men".

You know, a gentle
giant, but a bit lacking.

Yeah, halfway, yeah, confessed,

but like you said, he
wasn't the brightest.

He changed his story
post-conviction, said he was innocent,

kept saying that
until the day he died.

December 2003, aged
41, diabetes related illness.

What if Ellen uncovered
the flaw in the investigation?

We don't even know
she was here for sure.

But like you said,
miscarriage of justice.

What if haynes was innocent,

and Ellen confronted the
real killer with the findings?

[Phone ringing]

Yes Steve?

There's a dci mackie
here, asking for you.

Any idea why?

I don't know, but you'd
better get back here.

It'll take me a while,
next train's not for

another two and half hours.

Where are you?

[Danny] Mynchampton, berkshire.

Right, stay where you are,
I'll come and pick you up.

Keep your phone on.

What was all that about?

I've no idea.

[Dogs barking]

Dogs.

Big dogs.

Lots of big, aggressive dogs.

Well that's a good start.

I said all I have
to tell in my letters.

I take good care of
my damned animals.

I think there may
be some mistake.

What, do you mean
you're not the rspca?

We're here about Ellen
barker, Mrs. Haynes.

Did you know her?

Of course I didn't
know her well,

but she seemed a good sort.

When did Ellen visit you?

Uh, I'm not sure.

Couple of weeks ago.

But, of course, we'd been
in contact for a few months

before that.

- Tea.
- Thank you.

Help yourself to cake.

No idea what's in it.

[Sighing]

So, how did she die?

I'm afraid we
can't discuss that.

Her death's still
under investigation.

Well if you're not the police,

who are you then?

I was police.

I drive a black cab these days,

but I also do what Ellen did.

I look into cold cases.

Blog about them.

I work for the unsolved
crime and open cases squad.

But I should emphasise
i'm not here to investigate

your son's case.

What, rake up your
own mucky past?

No, of course you won't.

Better just to let it
be, and sod the truth.

It's 10 years since he died.

Whole world's forgotten
and moved on, but not me.

Mrs. Haynes, we're
just Ellen's friends.

We're trying to figure
out what happened to her

in the last weeks
before she died.

Perhaps you could tell us
how you got in contact with her?

Well, I just came
across her blog,

and, uh, it covered a case
that was a bit like my son's.

And, uh, this other chap had
had his verdict overturned,

and Ellen wrote all about it.

I liked what she wrote.

So you got in contact?

Yes.

I told her all about Dougie.

About how the police
had intimidated him,

and put words into his mouth.

So she said she'd
have a dig around,

and then a few weeks
later, I got a phone call,

and she said she had come
across some discrepancies.

Did she say what they were?

No, she didn't, she said
they were just theories,

and she didn't want
to raise my hopes,

not until they were more solid.

That's very interesting.

So what else did Ellen
do while she was here?

[Tense music]

That's where they
found Sally tunstall.

Buried less that a foot down.

Covered in leaves and sticks.

Why did Ellen need to
see where she was buried?

Because she'd read
the pathologist's report,

and she was bright enough
to see what was going on.

We haven't had a chance...

Sally tunstall was murdered,

and then her body was
dragged here to her grave.

Now, look, we've just
come the most direct route

from the house, right?

Well what would you
expect to find on any body

that had been dragged
through all that?

Ripped clothing.

Cuts, abrasions.

Exactly.

But they also found
some chips of flint,

embedded in her neck.

As though the body had been
dragged down along a path.

But there is no path.

No.

No, there isn't,
not to our house.

But there's a path over there.

And the path leads where?

To the road.

And then it comes out
near the same bloody farm

where she'd been
staying all those months.

Were forensics able
to prove that the flint

came from that exact path?

As far as I know,
they never even tried.

They'd already got
my boy in their sights.

I seem to remember
there was other evidence.

Yes, they found some
of her hair in the house.

Like I said to the
police at the time,

I told them, I'd been doing
their laundry for over two weeks

because their machine
had broken down,

so her hair could have
entered the house that way.

Look, one of them
killed her, you know,

and then they
pinned it onto my boy.

I know that.

Your son confessed.

Because the police confused him.

And he didn't know
which way was up.

Do you actually think that
I didn't know my own boy?

Because I raised him.

I knew what he was capable of,

and what he wasn't.

Ellen understood that.

She'd lost her boy too,

so she knew about mothers
and sons, and pain and anger,

and she just knew.

[Gunshot rings out]

Jim Tanner, you daft bugger.

What do you think you're doing?

Rabbits.

Rabbits, he says.

You've scared this
pair half to death.

You damn fool.

Well either our friend
is a very bad shot,

or mynchampton
rabbits can climb trees.

- Keep walking.
- [Phone ringing]

Steve, where are you?

[Tense music]

It'll be okay, Anna, I promise.

Don't, Jim.

Steve.

Steve, this is Nathan.

Nathan's an ex-copper,
friend of Ellen's.

Nathan.

You're flying
under the radar, pal,

I need to get you back.

Yeah, there's one place
i'd like to see before we do.

- Danny, come on.
- I need to do this.

What's so significant
about this place?

It housed the commune
where the victim Sally tunstall

lived along with Gabriel
Stokes, Caroline Tate

and Peter Walsh.

On the night she was killed,

she was heading up the
path towards haynes's cottage.

Looks pretty run down.

I presume the si
wants to speak to Dan

because he was Ellen's friend?

No, I think it's a lot
more serious than that.

Hey Danny...

What time did she
leave the house?

Uh, it was 8, I think.

And this was October,
so it would have been dark.

So she went for a walk
in the dark, on her own.

[Birds chirping]

[Knocking on door]

Hello?

[Sinister music]

Danny, there's nobody here.

We need to go.

One quick look.

Maybe Ellen came here too.

Oh, uh, sorry, we, we knocked.

We don't mean to disturb you.

Are you friends of Ellen?

You know her?

She came to see me.

[Danny] To talk
about Sally tunstall?

We lived here together.

You're Caroline Tate.

Did Ellen send you?

I'm afraid Ellen's dead.

There used to be more like you,

mostly at weekends.

They'd drive from
Birmingham, London, all over.

Some even brought
their children.

Family day out.

But they don't come anymore,

the world's moved
on to new horrors.

We're not murder
tourists, miss Tate.

And if you spoke to Ellen,

you'd know that
she wasn't either.

So, what did she
want to know about?

I don't remember.

But I know we talked about
the past, the commune.

She wanted to know how things
worked, what the rules were.

I told her Gabriel
made it up as he went.

Just wanted to be surrounded
by people who loved him.

Gabriel?

He ex-husband.

[Caroline snorts]

So there were
just the four of you.

We expected to
be the first of many.

And Peter Walsh was one.

A college friend of Gabriel's.

I said we shouldn't take
him, but Gabriel insisted.

You didn't like him?

Peter? No.

No, I adored Peter,
but he was a mess.

Drink, drugs.

He overdosed in 1999.

Poor, sweet man.

And Sally tunstall?

We picked her up at an
all-nighter outside Nottingham.

She was pretty, clever, fun.

Sally was a different
kind of mistake.

What do you mean by that?

How did Ellen die?

Ellen was murdered.

You should go.

Uh, yes.

If you could just tell us
everything that you told Ellen.

I don't remember, i'm
sorry, I can't help you.

Well perhaps she told you
who else she was going to visit?

Your ex-husband, perhaps?

No.

[Danny] Do you have an
address for Gabriel Stokes?

I haven't seen Gabriel
for a long, long time.

And now, I'd like you to leave.

[Tense music]

Thank you.

Nathan.

Nathan?

He's gone.

Why would he do that?

Certainly seemed a bit jumpy.

That makes no sense.

Here we go.

Gabriel John Stokes.

All the dates fit,
it's definitely him.

He's started using
his second name

at his bi-election run in '99.

Bi-election?

He's an mp?

He was appointed
junior defence minister

in may of this year.

I mean, John
Stokes is a rising star.

Somebody with a lot to lose.

Did you see how she reacted
when I asked whether Ellen

had gone to see him?

- Yeah.
- Avoided eye contact.

Involuntary hand to throat.

Definitely lying.

I think she's scared.

I'll call John Stokes's office,

see whether Ellen
was successful.

Okay.

I understand you
wanted to see me.

That's right.

You clearly didn't
understand the urgency,

sit down Mr. Gryphon.

[Door slamming]

So, where have you
been all afternoon?

Mynchampton.

It's a little village a
couple of miles west...

I'm glad you've
had a nice day out,

but I'm trying to
investigate a murder.

So was Ellen.

She was looking into an
old murder at mynchampton.

I think she suspected there'd
be a miscarriage of justice,

so she started digging
around into the case,

travelled down to the scene,

conducted a few interviews,

and within a week she was dead.

So you think she was killed

because she unlocked
some information

that implicated someone else?

Possibly.

It's just, uh,
conjecture, for now.

Know what isn't conjecture?

The death threats found
on Ellen barker's website.

Well, it must have been
linked to her investigation.

Pceu traced numbers post, sarge.

Good.

Turned up to interview
the suspect, no one home.

Neighbour said he left
with a tall, gaunt man

in an overcoat.

Nathan?

You think Nathan
posted those threats?

No, that's not possible.

Well he did seem a
bit spooked when I said

the sio wanted to
talk to you, Danny.

Where is Nathan wicks?

Uh, we left him in mynchampton.

You left him, or he absconded?

Well, he wasn't in custody,
so, yes, he disappeared,

but he probably
came back on the train.

Get a train to Paddington,
you cover his home.

I'm going to make strickland
aware that wicks has absconded.

[Door slamming]

Why do you need to
take this to strickland?

No offence, Sasha, but
what's it got to do with you?

Danny gryphon works for me.

And I let him onto
my crime scene.

I screwed up, I had to
let my boss know that.

He's away, so he
called strickland,

he's now in charge
of the investigation.

You can't seriously think
that Danny was aiding him.

He's done everything
he can to help.

Help who?

Why was he so keen to
get to the crime scene?

Why did he go straight
round to wick's house

as soon as he'd finished?

Why did he lie to you about
where he's been all day?

And why are you acting
like such a bitch, grace?

Oh, that's rich.

Excuse me?

Do you actually remember
what you were like at hendon?

Charmed all the people you
thought could advance you

and the rest of us, just so
much shit beneath your shoe.

Well look at us now.

I'm running an mit squad,
you're playing cluedo

in an old folk's home.

Look, Sasha...

Why didn't you tell me
what you were doing,

both of you?

Make me look a complete fool.

Don't you ever embarrass
me like that again.

Out.

[Sombre music]

[Document papers rustling]

I'm heading off now, so, uh...

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

Danny.

Ds Wainwright called,
they'd apprehended wicks.

Thank you for letting me know.

It wasn't Nathan.

I don't know why
he did what he did,

but it wasn't him.

It all links back
the tunstall murder.

Now I've been going back

through some of
the old case records,

and I'm pretty sure I know
where Ellen went next.

Listen.

I trust your instincts, Danny.

I know that you want
justice for your friend,

but nobody has
sanctioned this investigation.

I'm sorry, Danny.

The police took a
statement from Stokes

after tunstall's body was found,

but two days later he
volunteered some extra information

and said Dougie haynes was
infatuated with Sally tunstall.

Why didn't he say that
when he was first interviewed?

Do you think he was trying
to lead them towards haynes?

Maybe.

What makes you think he's
gonna make a move today?

Because I called his office.

Oh, I see.

If he's got something to
hide, maybe he'll panic,

make a wrong move.

He claims never to
have met Ellen barker,

so either he's a dead end, or-

or we've got a
line to work with.

Yeah.

Uh, does the governor
know we're doing this?

Not yet.

I hope he's not going
to be too long, Danny.

I've got 20 witness
statements on the clacton case

to work through by 12.

Look, I know I'm asking a lot.

- Ah, it's...
- Nah, nah, it's good fun.

Tailing a politician under
the governor's radar,

yeah, takes me back to
when I was working in vice.

[Group laughing]

Oh dear.

You all right, Gerry?

No, yeah, I'm fine, it's just,

Caitlin's sofa bed isn't
exactly pocket sprung.

Yeah.

Is that Stokes leaving now?

[Tense music]

Not taking his car.

Keep your phone
on, I'll follow on foot.

Okay.

He's going into the tube.

[Station announcer speaks]

[Station announcer]
Will passengers intending

to travel on this service

please go to the train now.

Just exiting Paddington tube.

[Station announcer] This
is the 15:33 western service

to Cardiff central,
which is ready to leave.

[Tense music]

Danny.

All right?

Under the clock.

Waiting for someone?

Probably a bird, it's
always a bird, innit?

Yeah.

If you're that
uncomfortable at Caitlin's,

come and stay at mine tonight.

I'm not sure your
sofa's much better.

Well take my bed, why don't you?

Yeah, all right.

[Steve] You're seriously
going to take me up on that?

You just offered it to me.

I'm very amenable.

Look, I told you, bit of fluff.

That's his ex-wife.

All this cloak and dagger
stuff to meet an ex?

Bit weird, isn't it?

You follow
Stokes, I'll take her.

[Tannoy voice]

Yesterday you said you
hadn't seen your ex-husband

in over 20 years.

Why the sudden
renewal in relations?

[Gulps] Gabriel, I mean John,

rang me a couple of weeks ago.

He was furious.

He said someone had
been asking questions

about Sally tunstall,
and he wanted to know

if they'd been in
contact with me too.

Ellen?

Did he say he met her?

Did he say where?

He mentioned a pub.

Don't remember a name?

I'm sorry, no.

But he did say it
was her suggestion.

I'll get onto it.

Why meet with him today?

He rang again last night.

Why last night?

I don't know.

And what did he
say when he called?

Just that he wanted
to speak to me.

He said he'd drive
over to mynchampton,

but I said I'd rather meet
somewhere more public.

Here, in London.

What did he want to talk about?

Sally.

What about Sally?

I don't think I can do this.

Yesterday you told me
Sally tunstall was a mistake.

What did you mean by that?

Nothing, I didn't mean anything.

Look, I want to leave.

Can I go now?

Caroline listen.

We understand if
you're afraid of this man.

But you can't go on
covering for him now.

If the sio on the
Ellen barker murder

decides to go this way,

it's all gonna come out anyway.

So you're better to be
on the side of the angels.

That's us, by the way.

The night she was killed,

I discovered that Sally and
Gabriel were having an affair.

We argued, Sally left,
and I went upstairs.

And what did Stokes do?

He followed her.

How long was he gone for?

I don't know exactly.

An hour, maybe?

If you knew this,
why didn't you tell us?

Because it's what
Gabriel wanted,

and Gabriel always
gets what he wants.

He said we should
all tell the same story,

best not mention the argument.

And by that stage, we were
trying to heal the relationship.

And the police were
already looking at haynes.

Which is where Stokes
wanted us to look.

Hence the additional statement.

Do you really think Gabriel
could have done this?

Well now we know it
was logistically possible,

the question is why.

Do you know why, miss Tate?

[Sombre music]

We now know that Stokes
had the opportunity to kill Sally.

Caroline thinks he may have
been motivated by money.

Stokes's father in law
was a city financier,

but he lost it all in
black Wednesday '92.

However, at the
time of the murder,

he was still a very wealthy man.

When Caroline found
out about the affair,

Stokes made it clear
that he was ending it.

He chose his
marriage over Sally.

Now understandably, Sally
was very upset, and angry,

and threatened to tell
everybody she knew.

Including Caroline's father,
Stokes's golden goose.

Motive means opportunity.

And none of this was reported

to the original
investigation team?

The argument, the affair?

No.

As far as they were concerned,

Sally tunstall just took a
walk in the evening light.

I don't understand.

What don't you understand?

Why I'm here?

Well, we think Ellen barker's
murder could be linked

to her investigation
of the Sally tunstall...

I just don't think that
because Ellen was...

Do you have a
suspect, dci mackie?

Nathan wicks.

And you're confident?

We've interviewed,
he's given us an alibi,

we're in the process
of corroborating.

What else have
you got on Stokes?

He denies meeting Ellen barker.

But I've just come back
from Ellen's local, in hounslow,

the crown and sceptre.

The landlord there
recognised Stokes,

and said they definitely
met on Thursday 8th.

Three days before
she was killed.

So you're saying that Stokes,

or someone working for Stokes,

murdered Ellen barker
because she was getting close

to the truth?

Well, do you buy this?

It's a lead.

We can check it out.

Let us talk to him, sir.

Well, it's a little difficult

dragging a serving
minister off the street.

I understand it might
make life a little difficult, sir,

but this is a strong lead.

Let us talk to him.

Ellen barker is an
mit investigation.

But surely all that
matters is that we find

who is responsible.

Look, sir, I understand
Stokes's position

might make things
difficult for you,

but a woman has been murdered,

and everything is
pointing his way.

And I realise that she
was your friend, Danny.

That's irrelevant, sir.

I'll admit to being led by
emotion in the first instance,

but not now.

This is about
uncovering a truth.

For Sally and for Ellen.

All right.

Contact his office.

Request the
minister's attendance.

But make it clear that he's
not a suspect at this moment,

we just want to talk.

Stress the importance,
but allow him to come in

under his own steam,
and interview him here,

away from the buzz of
the main investigation.

I want to be in the room, sir.

If there's even the
slightest chance

this interview could be
relevant to the barker murder,

I need to be there.

All right.

[Mackie] So you're now saying
you did meet Ellen barker.

Yeah, she came to my
constituency surgery,

said she was looking
into Sally tunstall's death.

I told her I couldn't
talk to her then,

but I'd happily sit down
with her some other time,

diary permitting.

And you did?

[Stokes] Yes, she emailed
me, I replied, we met.

On Thursday the
8th of September,

at the crown and
sceptre pub, hounslow?

[Stokes] Correct,
she didn't have a car,

so I asked her to arrange a
pub, somewhere near her home.

Didn't want any of your office
staff knowing who she was?

Why meet at all?

Could have fobbed
her off quite easily.

Yes, I was curious.

What did Ellen
barker want to know?

Well I've already said,

she wanted to talk
about Sally tunstall.

Look, is all this relevant?

Forgive us, minister.

We're just trying to establish

the nature of your relationship
with the dead woman.

There was no relationship.

What about your
relationship with Sally tunstall?

Ah, somebody's been
talking to my ex-wife.

Were you sleeping
with Sally tunstall?

I came here in good faith.

Are you investigating Sally's
death, or Ellen barker's,

I'm confused.

Both.

[Stoker] Are you
planning to arrest me?

Not at this time.

Then this interview's over.

There's no point in
lying, we will find out.

Were you sleeping with
Sally tunstall, Mr. Stokes?

Yes.

[Danny] Why didn't
you tell the police?

I was trying to
save my marriage.

The night Sally
tunstall was murdered,

your ex-wife found
out about the affair.

There was an argument, yes?

And you followed
Sally tunstall outside.

No.

I never left the house.

Your ex-wife disputes that,

said you were gone
for up to an hour.

My ex-wife isn't in
a position to know,

she was otherwise engaged
upstairs, smashing up our bedroom.

You lied about the argument,

you lied about your movements,

people don't lie without a
reason, do they, minister?

No, you're right.

They don't.

You know, you really are a
terrible judge of character,

as am I.

My ex-wife has a done
a number on us both.

Caroline would never forgive me

for what happened with Sally.

She grew bitter.

She couldn't move on.

So I had to.

Our breakup was
extremely unpleasant.

And I can't remember
exactly when it was

that she first asked
me for money,

but it was about the
time that Pete died,

around the time that my
political career began to take off.

I have it all
documented at home.

She came to you for money?

Yes, and she's been
hanging this threat over me

for the last 15 years or so.

What threat?

That if I didn't pay her,
she'd rake up the past.

Say I'd gone out after Sally.

And it didn't matter
if it was true or not,

she knew that the
doubt would finish me.

And she wasn't
asking for vast sums.

Just enough to keep
her in whiskey, poor dear.

I mean, I don't even think it
was about the money at all.

This paltry lie, that
you've uncovered,

that was about the only
thing that Caroline and I

still shared.

And I could see
it nourished her.

And so I paid her.

And I carried on paying her.

Right up until
yesterday, in fact.

So... I don't know who she's
made to look more of a fool.

Me, or you.

[Plaintive music]

So it's his word against hers.

Go back to Caroline
Tate if you want to,

but let mit handle Ellen barker.

Thank you for your
cooperation, minister,

if we need anything
further, we'll be in touch

with your office.

You do know that
this didn't have to be

quite so uncivilised.

I was quite prepared to
tell you what happened

when I met with Ellen.

I think she, like you, suspected
I'd done something wrong.

She talked to
Caroline, after all.

She started by
asking about Sally.

Then about the
setup of the commune.

And then she took a
call, and I went to the bar,

and when I came back,
everything had changed.

She seemed embarrassed.

Couldn't get out of
there quick enough.

How do you mean?

She apologised to me,
said she'd got it wrong.

Didn't want to talk about
Sally tunstall anymore.

Said she was sorry
for wasting my time.

And this was straight
after the phone call?

Yes, the phone call
changed everything.

Did she say who it was from?

No.

I'm sure we have ways
of finding these things out.

[Tense music]

Well this is good, I mean
this is really good here, Danny.

It's fish soup.

It's Cullen skink.

Very good fish soup.

Just thought I'd give
you a little taste of home.

It was either this,
or mince and tatties.

Right, now for
something English.

Wiener schnitzel.

Ah, they've emailed Ellen
barker's phone records.

When do we think
she got that call?

Thursday evening
between 7:30 and 8.

Nothing.

No incoming, no outgoing.

Why would Stokes like
about her getting a phone call?

Maybe he didn't.

[Tense music]

595-632.

And she only used this
number for cold crime work, yes?

I, I'm sorry, Danny.

That's not enough, Nathan.

I was in love with her.

I loved her ever since I
met her that night in the pub.

So you write obscene
messages on her website?

I didn't mean any of that.

I loved Ellen.

You threatened to kill her.

Because she could
never see me that way.

She could never see me that way,

and that broke my heart.

And those things that I wrote,

those things that are
horrible, horrible things.

That was just me
letting off steam.

I was sat at home, on my
tod, pissed, lonely, frustrated,

full of all that stuff.

I wanted to top myself.

It was only ever two
things I wanted in my life.

The job in cid,

and Ellen.

I didn't hurt her, Danny.

I know.

[Smooth jazz music]

Another?

It's fine, you've made your
gesture, we can go now.

What gesture's that?

Buy me a drink, prove
your not a monster.

Tell me, did I sleep with
your boyfriend back then,

and forget all about it?

What boyfriend? I'm gay.

Oh, oh right, okay.

Christ, Sasha, I'm not gay.

Oh.

Just goes to show
though, doesn't it,

I didn't even register
on your radar.

Look, obviously this
isn't going to work.

I thought that we could
just have a quick drink

and put the past
behind us, but...

Clearly you don't
want to do that.

Vodka.

- [Lively dance music]
- Was I really that bad?

I don't remember
being this uber bitch.

Just knew what you
wanted, and you had to get it.

Maybe I should have
paid attention earlier.

Learnt how to play the game.

Might be sitting
in a bigger office.

It's not a game worth
playing, believe me,

it's like, designed by
men to be played by men.

Encourage you to act like
them, and when you do,

they hate you for it.

Yeah.

Do you know, I was
promoted once in 13 years.

Lost weight, cut my hair,
two promotions in four.

Maybe losing all that
weight helped you

to do your job better.

So, you've played the game,
and then you get to half time

and you stop, and you
look around, and you think,

what's the point?

I'm tired all the time, and
everyone I know is a total arse.

That's why I like my old boys.

They're done with all
that, there's no preening,

there's no politics,
it's just the job,

and that's how it should be.

To the old boys.

Yeah, to my old boys.

How do you know she
had a separate work phone?

Ellen may have been an amateur,

but she liked to keep
things professional.

Danny.

Thursday 8th.

Got it.

Incoming call,
reading area code,

and that includes mynchampton.

Brilliant.

Here we go.

[Phone voice] Yeah?

Oh, good morning.

Am I speaking to
the house owner?

[Phone voice] What
are you selling?

I'm trying to trace the person
who made a phone call...

[dialling tone bleeps]

What are you doing?

I know that voice.

[Tense music]

It's confirmed.

Number is registered to
James Thomas Tanner.

His family have been tenant
farmers in mynchampton

since the early 1960s,
and he works a farm

300 metres from where
Barbara haynes owns property.

Now we know he called
Ellen barker at 7:49 pm

on Thursday 8th, and we
don't know what he said to her,

but it obviously upset Ellen.

Mr. Tanner here's
the proud owner

of a 1992 4x4 Toyota pickup.

Which the anpc cameras
picked up travelling eastbound

on the m4, and then
travelling back the same day,

Sunday 11th.

The day Ellen was killed.

Can we put him
close to the scene?

Well the brentford cameras
didn't pick him up, so...

He got off, hounslow?

Got officers going door to door.

Billy, contact thames
valley, see if they'll play ball.

Ma'am.

We need to speak to Mr. Tanner.

[Sinister music]

You called Ellen barker
on Thursday 8th September.

May we ask why?

Mr. Tanner?

The phone call to Ellen barker.

Wanted it to stop.

This is your vehicle,
caught on camera

driving into greater
London three days earlier.

Where were going, Mr. Tanner?

To see her.

What was the
purpose of your visit?

Well after I called
her that one time,

she wouldn't answer
my calls no more.

So I drove to see her.

Had to make her stop.

Why was it so important

that Ellen should
stop her investigation?

Because she might
find out the truth.

The truth about what really
happened to Sally tunstall.

In your witness
statement at the time,

you claimed to
have been at the pub

the night Sally was killed.

Now that was corroborated,

and we know you
couldn't have done it,

so what did happen
to Sally tunstall?

I don't know.

You're not making
much sense, Mr. Tanner.

You didn't want her
to find out the truth,

but you don't know what that is?

It was upsetting Barbara.

I killed her.

I killed the barker woman.

James Tanner, I'm
arresting you on suspicion...

Just a moment.

I want him to tell us why.

Why did you kill her?

I told you why.

So let me get this straight,

you killed her because
Ellen's investigation

was going to uncover a truth,

that you claim to
have no knowledge of,

but that would, what,
upset your neighbour?

Yes.

That's why you strangled her?

Yes.

That's why you put your
hands around her throat

and you choked her to death?

Yes.

Ellen barker wasn't strangled.

But you did phone her.

And that phone call
changed everything for her.

She backed off.

And Ellen would never back off

unless she was threatened,
or convinced of a truth.

So either you threatened
her, or you convinced her.

But convinced her of what?

I threatened her.

I killed her.

No.

No, no, no.

You convinced her.

You knew something.

Oh, yes.

Yes, yes, yeah...

There was no
miscarriage of justice.

Dougie haynes did it
after all, and you knew.

That's why you wanted
Ellen to stop her investigation.

How did you know for sure?

Did you see something?

No, no, because
you weren't there.

Did he confess?

Of course he did.

Wouldn't tell his mother.

Terrified of disappointing
her, so he came to you.

Dougie haynes did
it, and you knew.

And it was only a matter of time

before Ellen came to
the same conclusion.

I threatened her,

I killed her.

Because it was upsetting
Barbara, that's what you said.

That's why you called her,

and that's why you
wanted her to stop.

Because you never
told Barbara haynes

what her son
told you that night.

Did you?

How could I?

With Dougie gone...

That's all she had left.

Did Barbara haynes kill Ellen?

Ellen promised me
she'd stop all contact.

She promised me
she'd never tell Barbara.

Mrs. Haynes.

[Dogs barking]

Barbara?

[Several gunshots ring out]

Mrs. Haynes.

Put the weapon down.

[Plaintive music]

Old dogs.

Not having them
end up in a shelter.

Always taken good
care of my animals.

Dougie was nearly three
before he walked, you know.

Mrs. Haynes...

That was my job, I
had to defend him.

Kids can be so
cruel, can't they?

What happened to Ellen
barker, Mrs. Haynes?

I called her up on
the Sunday morning.

I just wanted to
know what's going on.

And she said she was
stopping the investigation.

She didn't give
any reason for it.

But I'd been waiting,
I'd been hoping.

So I decided I was going
to, to borrow Jim's truck.

Did he know what
you planned to do?

No.

No, no, he'd have tried
to stop me if he'd known.

He was always on at
me to let the past be.

So you drove to Ellen's.

Yes, and I asked her,

I begged her,

I said, "why are you giving up?"

And all that she said was,

she said that she thought
Dougie was guilty, [whimpers],

and she'd got absolutely
nothing to back it up,

she was just like
everybody else.

I was so angry.

So you killed her.

Because I thought
she was the one

who was finally going to see.

But your son was
guilty, he confessed.

Because the police confused him.

He confessed to Jim
Tanner the very next day.

Tanner was trying
to protect you.

Ellen barker paid the price.

[Sombre music]

[Steve] So she
confessed straight away?

Mm.

They found Ellen's
laptop buried in her garden,

along with the paperwork
she'd taken from her house.

So in a way,
following Ellen's trail

led her straight to her own car.

In a way, yes.

Just had to follow
the breadcrumbs.

Mm.

You did well.

She was your friend,
you did her proud.

Excuse me, boys.

Those two are thick as
thieves these days, aren't they?

[Laughs] Talking of
out of hours bonding,

you must be relieved
to get back home, eh?

Yeah, I will be, yeah,
I'm still at Steve's.

But you got the message
from the gas company?

No.

What message?

Well the work's finished,
it's safe to return home.

I told Steve to pass it on.

Oh, that must have
slipped my mind after...

Uh...

Well, I, you know, I just
thought you and me, you know,

it was going well, I
just thought that...

It's got nothing to
do with you and me.

It's all down to my grub.

Well, okay, okay.

I was looking forward to
your lamb tagine, all right?

Were you?

Well the lamb tagine
is staying in the pot.

From now on,
Gerry's cafe is closed.

Nice one, Dan.

Now you've upset the missus.

[Sly music]

♪ It's all right ♪

♪ it's okay ♪

♪ doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey ♪

♪ it's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ it's all right ♪

♪ doing fine ♪

♪ doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ it's all right ♪

♪ I say it's okay ♪

♪ we're getting to
the end of the day ♪