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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 gettin' to
the end of the day ♪

[Panting]

Remind me why we're doing this?

Basic fitness-level requirements
for all serving officers.

Yes, but there should
be an exemption

for those of us
above average IQ.

Yeah, well, why not
just, pick up the pace?

Yeah, who voted
you mr motivator?

Well, "what doesn't kill you

can only make you stronger",

superintendent Nietzsche!

Yeah, you tell
Nietzsche these are

vintage Scottish arteries!

Yeah.

And option one's
a distinct possibility.

Yeah, well, fully
qualified first responder,

expert in cpr...

Oh, terrific!

No tongues, ok?

Not my type, mate.

Alive or dead, see
you at the finish line.

I'm liking him less and less.

I'm gone, leave
me, save yourself.

Well, if you're sure?

- Oh, shit!
- [Ted gasps]

Oh...

Oh! Well, that's what
I call... motivation.

Excuse me?

Excuse me, do you
know where a guy

can get a decent cup
of coffee around here?

[Liquid pours]

Do all forensic
anthropologists bring

their work home with them?

What?

Yours, I believe.

Back of the sofa, halfway
through newsnight.

Quite a journey from
Serbian war grave

to supporting Danny
Griffin's posterior.

Did you talk to
Holly last night?

Yeah, we caught up.

And then we had
"the discussion".

About you and me, making
this whole thing official?

How did it go?

Well, it turns out I had
nothing to worry about.

In fact, to use her exact words,

and I quote, "go for it, dad."

Ah... I always liked her.

And are we?

Are we what?

Going for it?

You know, the whole grown-up,

genuine, adult commitment thing?

I'd like that very much.

Me too.

- [Kisses]
- [Soft music]

So, I think we should
tell her, don't you?

Sarah, I mean, you are
still married, we owe it to her.

Of course, you're right,

I'll... I'll talk to her.

Do you want me to come with you?

For moral support?

I know it's not easy.

No, no, I'll talk to her

face-to-face... but thank you.

Okay.

Well, have a good day.

Yeah, yeah, you too.

See you later.

Bye.

[Soft music]

[Upbeat music]

Yes, sir.

Ok, I'll meet you
there as soon as I can.

Yeah, they can go on ahead.

What, all of them?

Ok, I'll give them
the good news.

Morning.

Oh, it's still last night
from where I'm standing.

You drinking your own snot now?

Kale smoothie, packed
with antioxidants.

Bleurgh!

Only seems like last week

I was pushing you
around in a wheelchair.

Yeah, it was.

Oh, have you got
any of your, um...

Industrial-strength
painkillers left?

Yeah, strictly speaking,

those are for people

that have just had a
bullet surgically removed.

Believe me, right now,

that's what it feels like.

Aargh! Kitchen cupboard, right?

Behind the goji berries?

How do you know?

[Calm music]

[Door opens]

[Calm music]

Are you ready?

Ah, absolutely.

[Door slams]

[Upbeat music]

You've heard of
Dr. David hatton?

Home office pathologist,

retired a few years ago.

Something of a professional
eccentric, if memory serves.

Actually he was struck off,

just before the public
inquiries of the McKenzie case.

He was found to have
made multiple errors,

which brought all his
previous work into question.

Ah, the hallowed ground.

I truly believe that
little green square

is the beating heart of england.

So, what happens here, then?

Really?

Lord's cricket ground.

Where do we fit in, sir?

His cases are
being reinvestigated,

new postmortems where possible.

Basic box-ticking?

Exactly.

For some reason,
they thought of us.

Hm!

These are from September 2005.

Ajuna da silva,
professional cricketer, 26.

Universally known as "aj".

His younger brother
also played for the team,

sanjeev da silva.

He found aj's body...

Apparently drowned in
his bath on a match day.

And hatton did the pm.

Uh..found alcohol and
prescription drugs in his system.

No sign of foul play.

The coroner passed a
verdict of misadventure.

But somebody disagrees.

[Upbeat music]

My son was a great player.

A genuine loss to the game.

The idea that a dedicated
professional sportsman

would risk his health
and career this way,

is frankly preposterous.

Prem, mr da silva
has always maintained

that his son was murdered.

But according to the original pm

there were no other signs
of injuries on the body.

Well, clearly that idiot of
a pathologist missed them!

I know my son.

Misadventure?

The whole thing is
completely out of character.

And as I've assured prem,

we'll be leaving
no stone unturned

during this investigation.

Sorry I'm late, sir.

Ah, perfect timing.

Prem, this is dci Miller.

Sanjeev, my son.

I understand you found
your brother's body?

Dci Miller rarely wastes
time on formalities.

It was an away match, and...

The entire team was
staying in the hotel.

Aj missed breakfast

and so I went to check on him.

I assumed he'd overslept.

He did that a lot?

Sometimes, not often.

Anyway, I couldn't wake him,

so we ended up getting
a passkey from reception.

And when you entered the room?

The bed was empty.

I called, but there
was no reply.

At first I thought
he'd already left,

but his coffin was
still there by the room.

Coffin?

Kitbag.

Cricketers call them
coffins cos basically,

they're big enough to hold a...

A... lot of kit.

I thought maybe he
must just have gone to

another room or something.

Anyway, I needed
to use the bathroom.

And then you found him?

So, the hotel room
door was locked

from the inside
when you got there?

Yes.

And no sign of a struggle?

We wouldn't ask if
it wasn't important.

[Sighs] He was just lying there.

His head was under the water

and I knew straight away, sorry.

Was there empty bottles,

pill packets, a note?

Aj didn't drink!

He didn't smoke.

He certainly didn't take drugs.

Someone killed
my son, dci Miller.

I want you to bring
them to justice.

[Suspenseful music]

[Footsteps]

Look, guys, I'll catch you up.

[Door opens]

Sir, with all due respect,

I don't understand why we
are investigating this case.

I've known prem
da silva for years.

He's never accepted the
official line on his son's death.

And when the news
about hatton surfaced,

he immediately came to me

and demanded a
new investigation.

Prem trusts me.

He's been obsessed with
this for the last ten years.

If I can tell him myself

that his son's death
was misadventure,

I think he'd finally let
it go, life can go on.

I understand.

And not that it's relevant,

but he's also my proposer
for membership of the mcc.

Sir?

The marylebone cricket club.

We do this right,

and I can fulfil a
lifelong ambition.

I see, win-win.

Exactly.

Below average?

All of us?

Well, except me, obviously.

I don't understand.

Six minutes for 1,500
metres is my personal best.

While I salute the
achievement of a personal goal,

the fact remains
that you all failed

the compulsory fitness test.

But who came
top out of us three?

Well, it doesn't matter.

Believe me, it does.

You all retest in
three weeks' time.

Failure is not an option,

which means we've got
some serious work to do.

And by we, I mean you,

which is why I've
bought you all these.

Pedometers.

Put them on your wrist

and they record the
number of steps you've taken.

Really?

Or we could always go
back to my initial idea,

freestanding desks
and a treadmill each?

No, no.

Great, yeah.

Brilliant.

[Dramatic music]

I've reviewed the
new postmortem.

'Cause of death remains
the same, asphyxiation.

No cracked ribs or head injuries

to indicate any kind of assault,

but the new
pathologist has flagged

the lack of water in the lungs.

Now, hatton originally
called this as a dry drowning,

but nobody...

Okay, okay, stop.

Translation, please.

Well, when you enter cold water,

there's a reflex that
shuts the larynx tight,

meaning that you drown,

but the lungs are dry

because the water didn't
have a chance to go in.

But, it is uncommon.

Which suggests he was
dead before he hit the water.

And no clear cause of death.

What about the toxicology?

Well, cocaine and
stimulants are all negative.

Hair samples suggest moderate
levels of dihydrocodeine,

which is a
prescription painkiller.

Otherwise known as
"bowler's breakfast."

A daily painkiller's
part of the routine

for professional sportsmen.

They found alcohol as well.

Approximately three
times over the legal limit.

Well, that's hardly
rock star excess!

His father said he didn't drink.

And if he wasn't used to it

and mixed it with the pills...

Accidents happen.

It's possible, and young
sportsmen do die unexpectedly.

Generally after exertion, yes,

not in the bath
after half a lager.

I knew it!

There was another
death, same team,

three months
earlier, Peter Collins.

Left-arm medium
pacer, middle-order bat.

Fell from a fourth floor
window, where he lived,

and assumed to be suicide.

I don't remember that.

Well, both cases barely
scraped the back pages.

We'd just won the
ashes, remember?

It was all flintoff and
humiliated aussies.

So, we've got two
deaths in the same team

in the space of three months,

both fit athletes.

I mean, the odds
of that must be...

16,800-1.

By multiplying the
baseline death rate

of males aged between 20 and 40,

but obviously, it's
just an approximation.

It could still be a coincidence.

Prem da silva seems
convinced that his son was killed.

The new pm doesn't add up

and now we've got another death.

There was an autograph
hunter in the hotel, Alan power.

Aj signed his book at
approximately 8pm in the hotel lobby.

Why don't you
two pay him a visit?

- All right.
- Yeah.

- [Door knock]
- [Sighs]

Yeah?

Mr. Power?

Police, we'd
like to talk to you.

Wait a second.

- [Door closes]
- [Door opens]

Thank you.

- [Door closes]
- [Door hinges]

Oh, I have a licence for that.

I'll be happy to show you.

You take your
security very seriously.

Can't be too careful.

This estate's a den of iniquity.

You know how much
this collection's worth?

How much?

£28,643.

Approximately, tea?

Maybe you should take this one.

Thank you.

A lot of the top sports teams

use the water bridge hotel.

There was a whole
squadron of hunters

that went down
there on match days.

The lobby is a
natural pinchpoint.

But you are
predominantly a cricket fan?

Not really.

But with autograph hunting,

you have to take your chances.

I mean, I don't
consider cycling a sport,

but I once spotted
sir Bradley wiggins

in a little chef in towcester.

Got him to sign my bill.

But that year, it was
all about the cricket.

The ashes.

Freddie flintoff?

Kp beating the aussies.

Well, I remember.

Do you still have the book?

Yep.

Could I?

Mm.

Thanks.

Uh-ah!

Oh... sorry.

September 16, 2005.

Water bridge hotel,

championship team group.

I got the skipper...

Aj da silva, a couple
of others, small fry.

We were all really
waiting for kp to arrive.

May we keep this?

I do have a personal message

from sir Steven redgrave.

"Please don't come
to my house again."

Banter.

There's mutual respect there.

Clearly.

I'm going to need a receipt.

When you were his coach,

did you know anyone that might

have wanted to harm aj da silva?

Aj?!

Take your pick! The whole
bloody team wanted to kill him.

Oh, he was a
cocky little bastard.

They hated him.

The lad wasn't a team player.

He didn't care
if we won or lost,

as long as he did well.

But you still picked him.

Well, he was a
selfish little sod,

but he was the best
cricketer we had,

so he played, end of story.

Yeah, best for the team, right?

But it must have caused
a lot of resentment.

There were a few scuffles.

What, handbags at dawn

or... proper fisticuffs?

They meant it all right.

Well, I took 'em apart,
made 'em shake hands and...

All got on with it.

So, what about his brother,

was he a prima Donna?

Sanjeev?

Nah, no, he's a nice lad.

Pottsy, concentrate
on that off stump, yeah?

No, not a patch
on his brother, but...

He was a good, solid cricketer.

Of course, word was
they came as a package...

Take aj and play sanjeev.

From what I heard from the lads,

sanj ended up being his
brother's minder half the time.

Kick out the girl,
clear up the mess.

Send the bottles
to the recycling.

Prem da silva insists
his son didn't drink.

Aj?

Spent all his cash on
wine, women and song.

The rest, he just wasted.

[Soft music]

Ok, what you got?

1,027.

1,150, get in!

It's not a competition.

The mantra of the eternal loser.

Well, perhaps some of us refuse

to be so easily manipulated.

Oh, yadda yadda yadda...

I've left my wallet at the
office, could you get these?

Thank you.

Yeah.

Hi.

[Clears throat]

[Electronic beep]

How bad is it?

Did you do anything about it?

Me and reedy, we... tore

a strip off him every week!

That's Ryan Reed, the skipper?

Yeah, he didn't take
a blind bit of notice.

But, when you can pitch
up on a Saturday morning,

looking like death warmed up

and score a century
before lunch, then...

And, of course, you also, well,

had another death that year.

Peter Collins.

No-one saw it coming.

Least, not that he'd
do a thing like that.

You think he topped himself?

Well, it's a funny
sort of accident,

falling out of your
own bedroom window.

Was he depressed?

Well, his marriage
wasn't in great shape,

we all knew that.

She was sleeping around
and it got back to Peter.

Look, it's not common
knowledge, but...

Laura Collins wasn't
just sleeping around,

she was sleeping
with another player.

One of his team-mates.

Aj da silva?

I'm just surprised
you let it get this far.

I overstretched myself.

As long as the pay
cheques keep coming in,

you stay one step ahead.

Until they don't cover
the bills any more.

That is the basic flaw.

The divorce cleared me out.

All right.

Well, the first thing
we need is a budget.

We?

If I'm going to help you,

I need total disclosure, okay?

All assets, income
and liabilities.

There is a way
out of this, Steve.

I don't want the others to know.

Okay, just between you and me.

Right, let's start with
the assets, property?

Well, there's my flat and...

A mortgage that I can't pay.

Death grip.

What?

Literal translation of
mortgage, from the French?

Look, if I'm going to do
the confessional thing,

can you knock it off with the
qi bollocks for five minutes?

- Sorry.
- Yeah.

Well, I'd advise you
to sell and downsize.

It's my home!

Which you can't afford.

I've sweated
blood for that place.

Well, strictly speaking,

you sweated blood
for 24% of that place,

the rest of it is
owned by the bank.

I'll live in the kitchen.

Have it your way.

Liabilities?

How long have you got?

[Phone rings]

[Miller] 'Miller.'

aj da silva was messing
about with Laura Collins,

that's Peter Collins' wife.

[Miller] 'Interesting.

'Ok, why don't I go and have

a chat with this Laura Collins?'

it's a lovely kitchen.

I looked at one of
these, a bit pricey.

I believe in
quality, dci Miller.

You should have
treated yourself.

Thank you.

Oh, take one. I'd be
happy to sign it for you.

You're Laura wilding?

They say everyone
has a novel in them.

Turned out I had 17!

Hm! It's not really
my cup of tea.

Well, everyone says that,

and yet, they just
keep on selling!

So, how long was your
relationship with aj?

About three hours.

Aj and I had a one-night stand.

It was just sex.

Good sex, but just sex,
nothing more, nothing less.

But then your husband found out.

That was unfortunate.

He wasn't supposed to know.

No, they never are.

Peter was a serious man.

Borderline obsessive.

I married him because I
thought he'd be good for me.

He was strong, single-minded.

Also, he had the
body of an Adonis.

So, what went wrong?

The silly man killed
himself, dci Miller,

over a stupid bloody game.

You'd slept with his team-mate,

you don't think
that was a factor?

Oh, they all blamed
the slut, of course.

But I know Peter,

and I know why he really did it.

The stats don't lie.

He was as depressed
as his average.

His wife was sleeping
with his team-mate,

and you really think
he killed himself

because he wasn't
playing well enough?

You don't know Peter.

Cricket was all he talked about.

And aj?

It was a distraction,
nothing more.

Peter guessed I had my little
moments and it worked for us.

Then the rest of the team
found out about aj and me

and the you-know-what
hit the fan.

Ryan tried to keep
them all together,

but it got very difficult.

The team hated me.

Everything that happened
to Peter was my fault.

Breaking boundaries
with Ryan Reed,

is about maximising
your potential.

So, remember...

Running your business
is like going out to bat.

The opposition
don't want you there.

They'll undermine you.

Try and knock your confidence.

Their only desire
is to see you fail.

So, here's the positive.

You're gonna be prepared.

You're gonna be tough.

Keeping your eye on the ball

and your body in line.

So you can hit the
opposition for six, every time.

[Chuckles]

Ok, time for another exercise.

- [Claps]
- Break-out groups, please.

I've compared the market

and switched all your utilities
to the best current deals,

but you will have to review
them every six months minimum.

Six months, right.

I've also deleted
your online accounts,

your credit cards are here.

Oh, and this, is your
new daily budget.

I'll get it laminated.

Now, no more takeaways.

Home-made packed lunches only

and a total
avoidance of alcohol,

which has added health
benefits, obviously.

Or I could just kill
myself right now.

Well, I can't advise that.

At the moment, even basic
funeral costs might be a problem.

What, are you telling me
I can't even afford to die?

Well, I'd certainly rule it out

for the next eight weeks or so.

But if you stick
with the programme,

I estimate your
monthly saving will be...

Well!

They love it.

I mean, it might mostly
be middle-aged guys

on the verge of diabetes,

but if at the end of the day
you can send them home

feeling like they've scored a
century, they're all winners.

That's certainly
what they look like.

When I retired,

I thought I'd left the
game with nothing.

Then I realised what
cricket had really taught me.

The ability to motivate a team.

Get under the
skin of individuals,

see what makes them tick.

And aj da silva,
what made him tick?

I'm not gonna sugar-coat it.

Aj was lazy,
disruptive, arrogant.

But he was a great cricketer.

I deeply regret what
happened to him.

So, um...

You have any theory
about his death?

He was a young man
who pushed things too far

and paid the price.

On the night he died,

where were you between sort
of eight o'clock and midnight?

In the hotel bar with
some of the guys.

Only, we've got some
new evidence that suggests

that aj da silva was
possibly murdered.

Well, aj was immature.

He was like a kid who'd
been let off the leash

for the first time.

He had no boundaries.

We all assumed
he'd paid the price.

Police seemed
to agree with that.

Keith ainsworth, he
told us that you and aj

used to fight on
a regular basis.

Aj had been
hothoused by his father

since he was seven years old.

He never grew up.

I tried to force him to
conform but it wasn't in him.

Basically, whatever
he wanted, he took.

Like Laura Collins.

Laura's a...

A slapper?

I've got no problem with Laura.

Peter was a complex
guy, introverted.

I assumed he was dealing
with his problems in his own way,

and that was a mistake.

Thanks for your time.

Not at all.

Glad to be of help.

If I can do anything else in
the future, just let me know.

There's one tiny little thing.

[Upbeat music]

[Ball bounces]

Come on! My arthritic old
mum could bowl faster than that.

I want the real thing.

It's been a while.

Got your message.

What the hell are you doing?

I always wanted to
know what it was like

to face a real
first-class bowler.

This is probably the only
chance I'm gonna get.

That was the slow ball, was it?

Sure you're ready for this?

Yeah, come on!

I wanna feel the heat.

If you've still got it in you.

[Upbeat music]

[Thuds]

Does that mean you're out?

Reckon so.

We now know that aj da silva

was unpopular within the team.

He was arrogant and selfish.

Well, a lot of people
wind up their workmates.

They don't end
up dead in a bath.

But we have a theory.

I mean, there were ongoing
fights within the team.

Someone comes to his hotel room,

an argument gets out of hand...

And yet there's not
a Mark on his body.

And he was seen alive at 8pm,

I've checked the
original investigation.

All the alibis from that
time onward are rock solid.

So what about our
autograph guy, Alan power?

I checked his record...

From 2005, he's been a busy boy.

Four restraining orders and
one conviction for stalking,

all professional sportsmen.

Doesn't make him a
murderer though, does it?

Yeah, but he broke
into their homes.

The only reason he
got off with a caution

is nobody wanted
to press charges.

We know he was at the hotel.

He says he went straight home.

We've only got
his word for that.

Let's make him sweat

and see if he knows
more than he's saying.

Oh, I've got something for you.

Three pairs of tickets

to the mums and
dads do this Saturday.

I thought it'd be a
great opportunity,

a team-building opportunity.

Actually, I won't.

Well, I've booked
a table, Danny,

I thought both you
and Fiona could come.

It's just our relationship's
in a rather delicate phase,

I'm not sure the timing's right
for this sort of commitment.

The last time I looked,

it was just a party, you know,

bring your partner
to meet your work

colleagues, that kind of thing.

With respect, I
think it's a little naive

to call the mum and
dads, "just a party".

So, how would you describe it?

Paintballing with vomit?

Terrible food.

Warm white wine.

Or chilled red, if you choose.

And then, there's the acts.

Yeah.

Sir methane.

Sir methane?

Mm, he performed
renditions of popular songs

using intestinal gas.

Up to and including,
"god save the queen."

I hope you all stood up.

Why is it called the mum
and dads do, anyway?

I don't know.

It's more of a don't
than a do, it's cursed.

What do you mean it's cursed?

Look, everyone knows,

if you take your other
half along to that dance,

you may as well
call your lawyer.

The mums and dads has
broken up more relationships

than unexplained chlamydia.

Here's my decision.

Cursed, or not cursed,
we are going, all of us.

And we are going to enjoy it.

And that is a direct order.

- [Dramatic music]
- [Footsteps]

[Door slams]

Madge and Ben
Tanner, the cavendishes,

Barry Edwards, all broke up.

Because of the curse?

Exactly.

Not even this is gonna help,

and this is the only
reason I'm still here.

I'm sorry, this is
like I've fallen asleep

and woken up in 1947,

a cigarette case?

You don't even smoke.

Neither did my
grandad or my dad.

That has been a good luck charm

for three generations
of my family,

right through two world wars

and finally saving my life
on the streets of Brixton.

I'm no ballistics expert,

but that suggests to me

that the bullet
went right through.

Yeah, but it would have
been much worse without it.

Didn't it puncture your lung

and leave you in intensive care?

I don't think you're getting

the bigger picture here, boss.

Look, Ted, I get that you
don't wanna go, and that's fine,

but you should know that
losing Gerry was a big deal.

I know that we don't
talk about it because,

hey, that's not how we
do things around here.

But that could have been
the beginning of the end for us,

the perfect excuse
to call time on this unit.

Surely the record
speaks for itself?

Oh, you think so?

We're the awkward squad, Ted.

Do you know that strickland

has to fight for us
every single day?

Look, I booked us a table

because I wanted us
to feel like a real team,

maybe even a family.

Dysfunctional, obviously,

but still a family,

and I was hoping that you
and pat might be a part of that.

Curse or no curse.

[Footsteps]

I could be ill,
you could be ill.

We could pretend to get a dog

and then say that was ill.

Basically, all I'm saying
is we don't have to go.

No, we don't have to,

but I want to, Danny.

This is what
we're talking about,

being part of
each other's lives,

going to each other's
dreadful work dos

and then laughing
about it afterwards.

And I like to dance.

I love to dance.

I had no idea.

East of england junior
ballroom champion, 1986.

My waltz was highly commended.

You know this is
gonna keep happening.

Things about me you don't know.

Like the sex change.

Yeah, but you can barely tell.

Apart from the
prominent Adam's apple.

I'm surprised you
didn't get that fixed.

Ha-ha-ha.

So, how did it go today?

Sorry?

Sarah, you said you were
gonna see her, how was it?

Do you know, she was fine
about it, took it really well.

What, just like that?

Yep, just like that.

Sends her best.

Oh, that looks delicious.

[Miller] We've got a
convicted stalker in the hotel,

who was the last person
to see aj da silva alive.

He's got to be a suspect.

Yeah, but aj argued with
his captain and his coach.

The rest of the team hated him

because he slept
with Laura Collins.

It seemed that everyone who
knew him harboured a grudge.

Not to mention the brother.

We know he was
aj's first port of call

when things went wrong.

All the time the father thinks

the sun shines out
of aj's proverbial.

Maybe sanjeev got sick of
clearing up after his brother

and just snapped.

So, we've got motives
coming out of our ears

but we still don't
know how he died,

we've got no
injury or... signs of...

Phew! Restraint bruises.

And of course you can't
choke somebody to death

without leaving a Mark.

I agree.

If we could just work out why,

we could understand
what happened.

Steve and I will go
and visit power again.

You two, press sanjeev.

Find out what he really
thought of his brother.

So, Nathan, point,
high arm, point, all right?

Ok, let's go, lads.

Well done.

Having an
ex-professional on the staff

goes down well
with the new parents.

I'm even in the prospectus.

You must miss it,
though, playing the game?

Not really, the kids
are great, mostly.

After what happened to
aj, I needed to get away.

After he died I couldn't
function, let alone play.

The club had connections
with the school, offered me a job.

I was grateful.

Truth is, I was
never good enough.

Finally admitting that
was actually a relief.

Get on with the rest of my life.

Why didn't you tell us

about your brother's
affair with Laura Collins?

Aj made a mistake.

I didn't see it as important.

And my father has no
idea about aj's... proclivities.

I wanna keep it that way.

The rest of the team
blamed your brother

for Peter Collins's
death, didn't they?

Can we talk about this inside?

[Door closes]

Aj was never popular,
but this was different.

I couldn't believe
he'd been so stupid.

As if I could fix this.

Did he call on you
a lot to fix things?

All he cared about was cricket.

When he wasn't playing,

nothing else mattered.

I suppose he got bored,
needed a distraction, drink, girls.

And you cleared up the mess.

This was in a different league.

And then the messages started.

What messages?

E-mails, texts,

once had a note
pinned to his coffin.

Always anonymous,
physical threats,

abuse, anything
you can think of.

Even racial things.

So, why didn't you
go to the police?

Because aj knew who was
sending them, didn't he?

After he ended it,
she just went crazy.

Laura Collins?

Kept trying to contact him,

just making things worse.

I begged him to leave the club,

he told me had it
all under control.

I know it sounds crazy,

but I think... he
actually liked it.

It motivated him,
you know, the hatred.

The more they abused
him, the better he played.

Do you think anybody hated him

enough to have murdered him?

He called me the night he died.

He needed to see me urgently,

something had
happened, something bad.

I knew from his voice there
was something really wrong.

But...

But it had all happened
so many times.

I told him I'd see
him in the morning.

And... I never got the chance.

You believe he had
something on his mind,

something serious?

I believe he needed to
talk to me, a cry for help.

I ignored him.

Then he killed himself.

And you're absolutely
convinced that's how he died?

My brother carried
my father's hopes

and dreams with
him for 20 years.

I believe that night it
all finally got too much.

He reached out, for
me, I wasn't there...

And now I have
to live with that.

What did you make of him?

Eccentric, mostly harmless.

Type who lives with his mum.

The state of this place,

she's probably buried
in there somewhere.

Mr. Power, it's the police!

Shit.

Stand back.

Hey.

[Dramatic music]

Sasha! We need to call this in.

You're wasting your time,

the place is like fort Knox.

[Flames burn]

[Glass breaks]

Give us a leg up.

This is a bad idea.

- Get down!
- [Explosion]

[Glass breaks]

For god's sake!

- [Siren whirls]
- [Both sigh]

Unconscious, burns
to the hands and feet.

Significant smoke inhalation.

The place is full of paper,

accident waiting to happen.

Yeah, or maybe someone
was trying to shut him up,

maybe he knew something.

Maybe, oh, by the way, boss,

that stunt with the window
was pretty damn stupid.

You don't have to prove
anything to anybody, you know?

Least of all me.

[Door opens]

Do you buy it?

Well, it's possible.

Cricket has an
unusually high suicide rate

amongst professional sports

but, psychologically speaking,

it doesn't seem
to fit any profile.

Everything we've
learned about aj

suggests a rampant
ego out of control.

Leaving a trail of
destruction in its wake,

which means pretty much
anyone on the team might

have felt they had a motive.

For some it might have been
more personal than others.

[Camera shutters]

Ryan Reed and Peter Collins

went to the same
prep school together.

In fact, they were
childhood friends

until they left in 1997.

So, aj sleeps with Peter
Collins's missus, right?

And he's Reed's best friend.

Then, two months later,

Collins takes a walk
off the top of a building.

Now, is that motive enough
for Reed to kill aj? Doughnut?

Don't worry, she's
out, she's out,

she's chasing up forensics
on our stalker friend.

Handmade by parisian artisans.

You're spoiling us,
Mr. Ambassador!

Indeed.

Don't worry, it
didn't cost a penny,

it's called freecycling.

Got it from one of those
websites you suggested.

I mean, you've no idea how
much perfectly edible food

they're throwing away every day.

You mean this is...

It's straight out
of the bakery bins.

It's unbelievable,

they're literally
chucking this stuff away.

Forensics from
powers' flat are back.

What?

Nothing, something I ate.

Traces of accelerant
all over the front door.

Someone squirted acetone
through the letterbox.

Acetone?

Nail Polish remover.

You can get it from
any supermarket.

Yeah, probably from
those, those bins.

Or you're someone
who uses it every day.

Laura Collins?

Where were you this morning
between 7am and 9am?

Here.

Is there anyone
that can confirm that?

I live alone, why?

Because I'm arresting you

on suspicion of
attempted murder.

Just another 860 steps today

and I've got my quota.

Might have to go
round the block.

[Dog barks]

Can I ask you something?

I wish you would,

you've been building up
to it for the last 20 minutes.

Your right eyebrow twitches.

Never play poker.

Did you ever lie to your
wife when you were married?

All the time.

And you were
comfortable with that?

Well, it depends.

On what?

Well, there's the big lie, the,

"are you sleeping
with my sister?" Lie.

Did you?

No, I married a
good looking one.

Probably my mistake.

Then there's
the little white lie.

Such as?

"Does my bum look big in this?"

"Is this skirt too
young for me?"

And they're... all
right, are they?

I'd say they're essential!

What if you can't
tell which is which?

Look, nobody said
this stuff is easy.

But maybe you
shouldn't be taking advice

from the broke, divorced guy.

Fiona and I are
taking the next step.

There's even talk of a
place together in York road.

Serious stuff.

Quite.

But I promised Fiona
i'd tell Sarah all about us.

I am still married to her,
despite the... situation.

How well's she taken it?

I've no idea.

Sarah's condition
is neuropathological.

Any emotional
conversation can disrupt her.

Even with her new medication,

it could put her back
months, even years.

Well, maybe
the little white lie.

Don't tell Sarah but let
Fiona think you have.

It does seem to be
the most logical answer.

You've got the wee
voice, haven't you?

The wee voice?

The one that won't shut up

when you're about to
stuff everything up big time.

Yes, perhaps.

Well, you know what
they say about advice.

A fool won't take it and
wise man doesn't need it.

I've always had you pegged
as a very wise man, Danny.

[Footsteps]

This is the place.

Well, somebody's been
switching their utilities.

I don't see that
it's at all relevant.

Aj slept with your
best friend's wife

and then your best friend,
Peter, committed suicide.

Which makes you our new
prime suspect, congratulations.

[Sighs] And I did
this how, exactly?

You've got nothing, have you?

This is just some pathetic
attempt to try and frighten me.

Yes, well, it hasn't worked.

I'd like you both to leave.

Now.

Thank you.

That was the hospital.

Alan power passed
away three hours ago.

We've got evidence of arson,

so the murder squad
are picking up the case.

Let's push Collins.

Did you speak to Reed?

Yeah, he called our bluff, too.

All we've got on him is
the revenge motive, so...

- [Door opens]
- [Door shuts]

Right, this is
from the intel unit.

They pulled Peter
Collins's bank records.

Confirms several large lump sums

entered the account between
April and August 2005.

Yeah, but Laura told us
that he'd got a new contract.

Which is interesting

because we know he
was about to be dropped

and these amounts here
certainly don't come from the club.

No, this source comes
from an Asian bank.

Exactly.

So?

Well, it all points to
one thing, spot fixing.

There, his foot's about
half a yard over the line,

he's made it far too obvious.

That's the only
reason he got caught.

People bet on this stuff?

Mm, no balls,
wides, it's easy to fix.

Doesn't really affect
the outcome of the game.

Some players see it as a bonus,

like tipping a waiter.

So, Collins is
cheating for money?

Well, the writing was on
the wall as far his career,

he's got a high-maintenance
wife, she'd already strayed,

you can see the attraction.

And the rest of the team?

Well, I don't know,

but I doubt if he acted alone.

So how can we prove it?

That's simple, we can't.

Well, let's face
facts, shall we?

We've got a handful of motives

but no cause of death.

We've got no
forensics to speak of,

and all our suspects
have watertight alibis

for the time of death.

Even if the entire
team were match fixing,

it's impossible
for us to prove it.

It's a dead end, all of it.

Bloody waste of time!

[Soft music]

- [Door opens]
- [Door slams]

[Car engine revs]

[Soft music]

Ok, fine.

I'm here, aren't I?

[Soft music]

[Footsteps]

Hello, I'm here to
see Sarah gryphon.

I'm her husband.

Okay.

[Soft music]

It's Mr. Gryphon to see Sarah.

.. Yes, okay.

Go through, Mr. Gryphon.

Thank you.

[Footsteps]

[Door opens]

Hey, 1,500 steps
before breakfast.

Not bad, eh?

Has it stopped yet?

Has what stopped?

The wee voice.

I figured that's where
you were going last night.

Yes, you were right, thank you.

Hey, no problem.

Always happy to
give you the benefit

of my years of marital failure.

[Danny chuckles]

She just keeps springing
surprises on me, Fiona.

I tried to put her off going
to the mum and dads do,

it turns out she loves dancing,

she was a junior champion.

What's the problem?

And... one, two, three...

Now, Danny, will
you just try and relax?

I'm tensing up because
you're becoming quite rude.

I'm not becoming rude,

just, just take it easy.

You're leading me, remember?

Right,

now, forward on your left, okay?

And...

[Both] One, two,
three... one, two,

three... let's do
the turn, and...

One, two, thr...

[Soft music]

Zero!

- [Siren whirls]
- [Footsteps]

You know what, Robert,

I'm not happy with
this line of inquiry.

[Footsteps]

My understanding was that

you wanted this case
investigated thoroughly.

Not in order to drag
my family's reputation

through the dirt.

Sanjeev and I gave
you a full statement.

But more relevant
information came to light.

There's a suggestion
that some of the team

may have been fixing matches.

Ridiculous!

Do you have any
evidence for this?

There were payments
from unusual sources.

We're going to examine the
whole team's financial records.

Do you have any
witness statements?

Not yet, but we are
still investigating.

You mean you have nothing!

This is intolerable.

I asked you to find out
what happened to aj.

Now you're accusing my
team of fixing matches.

No-one's accusing
anyone of anything.

I'm sure it's just one
of many lines of inquiry.

Exactly.

And it's unacceptable.

I repeat, I want
this stopped, now.

How much do we really have?

Alan power was killed,

which means someone's
got something to hid.

And your suspect, Laura Collins?

Denies everything.

I still think there's
a case here.

I wanna see this through.

Instinct?

If you wanna call it that.

You'd better be right.

So, prem da silva
wants us called off?

All he sees is his golden boy

and his county
team's reputation.

Yeah, well, with family you
see what you wanna see.

Say that again.

Well, aj was the apple
of his father's eye,

the boy that could do no wrong.

No, no, you said, "you
see what you want to see."

But what about...

See what you expect to see?

[Papers rustling]

Aj's last sighting

was the only solid
part of this case, yeah?

It provided alibis
for all our suspects.

We had an eye witness

that placed him in the
lobby at exactly 8pm

and the victim even
signed his own name.

It's not the same.

It's not even close.

But Alan power
saw aj sign the book.

No, no, two brothers,
similar age, same build,

both wearing identical team kit.

What if it wasn't
aj that signed this?

What if it was sanjeev?

Well, it's possible, but why?

Why would I pretend
to be my own brother?

Simple, to give
yourself an alibi.

Aj was already dead
because you'd killed him.

You were sick of
covering for him,

sick of the demands,
sick of the abuse.

And all the time your
father is worshipping

the ground he walks on.

No, you hated him, didn't you?

That's not true, I
loved my brother.

I told you, he
called me that night.

You told us you didn't help him.

The team were fixing matches.

Three or four
players were involved.

Peter Collins was one of them.

That day they approached aj

and asked him to get involved.

I think they assumed
he was a sure thing.

Well, if you'll sleep with
your team-mate's wife,

what's a little fraud
between friends?

But he refused?

Point blank.

Wanted nothing to do with it,

told them he was gonna
go to the authorities.

My brother loved the game.

And that's why he called you?

He was gonna go to
the press, to the county.

I told him not to.

The next day he was dead.

Who else was involved?

[Sanjeev sighs]

I don't know, a few players.

I don't think they
had a lot of choice,

not when the skipper
gave the orders.

Ryan Reed.

[Suspenseful music]

So you think it was Reed who
signed the book, not sanjeev?

Well, it's possible, sanjeev
was right next to him.

All Reed had to do
was add aj's name.

That would mean it was Reed,

who wanted to create
the alibi and not sanjeev.

Ok, let's run with it.

We assume our new
timeline is correct,

that alters the
recorded time of death.

No, no, we're missing
something here.

Aj da silva was an athlete.

How do you murder
somebody like that,

without leaving any trace,

any signs of restraint?

Well, there wouldn't
be, would there?

Not if we're in the
delicate hands of an expert.

It was Ryan's idea, revenge.

He told me to call aj and
arrange to meet him in his room.

'I phoned him and told him

I wanted just one
last time with him.'

[Danny] And that's
when you tied him up.

'I knew what he liked.

A lot of big egos
like that kind of thing.'

cabinet ministers,
even police officers.

And so the skill is in
not leaving any marks.

Soft restraints
available online.

That way, wives and
girlfriends never find out

what their naughty
boy's been up to?

And you just left him like that?

That was what we agreed.

'It was all going to plan,

he was tied up and
he was loving it.'

[aj laughs]

'I called Ryan
as soon as I left.

'The others were supposed
to come in and find him,

'take pictures,
that kind of thing.

'Look, I wanted
to humiliate him.

'When I left, he
was still alive.'

I didn't mean to kill him.

[Woman sobs]

When they found
him the next day,

only Ryan knew what
had really happened.

So, to confirm, you
spoke to Ryan Reed?

He knew it was an accident.

He promised me he'd keep quiet.

He's not gonna get
into trouble, is he?

[Suspenseful music]

It's a great theory,
really imaginative.

There's only one problem.

It's not true.

Peter Collins killed himself

because there was
no other way out.

You destroyed the game he loved.

But aj da silva was
tougher, wasn't he?

He was about to blow your
spot fixing ring wide open.

You needed to
silence him, and fast.

Aj died of asphyxiation.

He was helpless.

You used a pillow,

so there wasn't a Mark on him.

But you told Laura Collins

that you'd found him like that

and that she'd been
responsible for his death.

Guaranteed her silence.

As far as she was concerned,

it was all a horrible accident.

But you wanted
an insurance policy

just in case she talked.

A rock solid alibi.

[Indistinct chatter]

Kp, Kevin! Kevin!

Amazing, and you don't
have a shred of evidence.

Apart from the
handwriting analysis

that proves that you
faked aj's signature.

So I faked a
signature for a fan,

it's hardly a crime, is it?

True, there's no way
we can convict you

of aj da silva's murder,

whether it's true or not,

not enough evidence.

You drive a red
Lexus, don't you?

Registration x667 lbw?

Strange that that same
car was spotted on cctv,

next to Alan power's
flat yesterday morning.

Sure you had good
reason to be in peckham.

And that the fire
that killed him,

was started 20 minutes later.

He's dead?

Trapped inside,
smoke inhalation.

And the evidence
you tried to destroy,

was in our hands
the entire time.

Now, if we were
to impound that car,

and test it for the
acetone accelerant...

Where's my car?

Don't worry, if it's not true,

I'm sure everything
will be fine.

- [Thuds]
- [Miller grunts]

- [Footsteps]
- [Upbeat music]

Boss, you all right?

You all right?

[Upbeat music]

[Siren whirls]

[Ryan gasps]

Ryan Reed, I am arresting you

on the suspicion of
the murder of aj da silva.

You don't have
to say anything...

I phoned ahead.

Brains, beats the
other thing every time.

[Indistinct chatter]

What I don't understand
is why move the body?

If you murder
somebody you hated,

why not let them
be found like that?

Complete the humiliation.

[Sanjeev] 'After he called,

I couldn't sleep so
I went to see him.

'I found him tied up.

I couldn't let him
be found like that.

So you protected him?

He was my brother.

[Water pours]

A lot of people didn't like him,

but he deserved
a little dignity.

[Water sprinkles]

[Sanjeev sighs]

Do we go now?

[Crowd cheers]

I think you're next in.

[Soft music]

Thank you.

[Soft music]

Straight bat!

I think he knows that.

Press it three times
and you get the lap time

and the split time
comes after that.

No sign of Ted?

He told me he was
coming, though.

Ok, well, I'll do
this now anyway.

Three exemptions,
from the fitness test.

Ah, yes.

Strickland got his tie,

so I asked him to
pull a string or two.

You can ditch the pedometers.

[All sigh]

Oh, yes!

Thank you.

This calls for a celebration.

Oh, hey! Drink, anybody? Cheers!

Steve!

Would you like to dance?

Yes, I'd love to.

Sorry I'm late.

Everyone, this is pat.

Pat, this is everyone.

Can I get, anyone a drink?

No, thank you.

Hi, I'm Sasha Miller.

It's lovely to finally
meet you, pat.

Hi.

You didn't tell them, did you?

They didn't ask.

I told you not to do this again.

I can't believe he's
done this again, I'm sorry.

Let me get a round in.

No, i'm...

Oh, I'll have a single malt.

Double.

Yeah, that sounds good.

You can get your own.

[Ted chuckles]

- [Soft music]
- Mm, not bad.

You should see my foxtrot.

I'll hold you to that.

I'm glad you finally told Sarah.

I really wanna make this work.

Me too, and we will, I promise.

I'll hold you to that.

Well, no farting men so far.

All very civilised.

The night is young.

Would you mind if we don't talk?

Gets in the way of the counting.

Those two are thick
as thieves already.

Yeah, probably the
bloody arsenal again.

I refuse to have the wenger
conversation at home.

Either that or I need
to watch my back.

You never know who's
in the closet these days.

[Indistinct chatter]

Thank you.

What for?

For sharing your life with us.

Well, you're right,

families need to stick together,

even dysfunctional ones.

So, how did you two meet?

Look, if we're gonna do this,

we'll have to have some
ground rules, all right?

Number one, I'd rather
take another bullet

than do the gay
best friend thing,

and number two, I
have no special insight

into the human condition,

and number three,

more important than all of
them, I do not understand men.

No, neither do I.

Believe me, no-one
does, even arsene wenger.

I'll drink to that,

[glass clings]

Whoever arsene wenger is.

♪ 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. ♪