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So, later on last night, about half ten,

Aisha comes in to my room to tell me that Gemma has once again

been Snapchatting pictures of her bottom to some lad in her class.

Oh, nice.

Two hours later, two hours,

I finally managed to find her phone and confiscate it.

Yeah, and it probably isn't even a lad in her class.

It's probably some retired colonel from East Grinstead

just, like, posing as him.

Guv, you know sometimes the things you say just...

Just make me feel worse.

- Hashtag, just saying. - Ah.

OK.

Yeah. No, it looks worse than it actually is.

Exactly, yeah. I'll get one of those rubber bath mats.

All right then, love. OK. I'll be back in about 20 minutes.

All right, bye.

Right, here we go.

Thanks, matey.

Come on, mother. Tuck in.

I don't want to be here, Les.

Change the record, love.

I want to be somewhere safe.

- I know, uh... - No, she... She's safe here.

Please.

Dad, I...

Dad!

One more word. One more fucking word from either of you!

Will you calm down!

You did slip, didn't you, Mum?

Of course.

Thomas Pinion is a life-long alcoholic

who'd say one thing to you, another to me and another to a newspaper.

Who will also, of course,

be paying him.

As, indeed, he said, um, you were

to stay silent about your activities with the Fenwick family?

Except he's lying.

His bank records confirm

six sums of £2,000 paid into his account

over a period of five years from 2004.

And what proof do you have this is anything to do with my client?

Uh, no proof yet

'cause they were cash.

But obviously if we, um, went through your business records

and found any petty cash transactions

that match these sums we'd be concerned.

Look, I fully admit

for a few months 40 years ago I associated with some people

I sincerely wish I hadn't.

But...

If I was the sort of person who could've done what you allege

could I really be

what I am now?

Well, a lot of people might say it was an essential qualification.

People make mistakes.

That doesn't make me a murderer.

Hmm.

What are we waiting about for, lads?

Come on, five laps. Easy jog.

Where's Curtis?

No idea. Why? Come on, lads. Let's be having you.

Maybe he ain't here 'cause of her?

Why's that then, mate?

- Just heard some things, innit. - Yeah? What things?

- 'Bout dem bitch! - Don't ever...

...talk about my wife like that.

You get me, blud!

- OK, man. - Ever!

OK, I get it. I get it!

Whatever Curtis told you,

any of you...

Whatever he thinks he heard, I'm telling you he got it wrong!

You got that?

Rob, it's half five and you have mass.

I need you to sit down.

I need to tell you something.

I don't need to sit down. What is it?

What do you need to tell me?

The young man the police were asking me about,

and I promise I really don't know anything about how he died...

But, the real reason they were talking to me

was because I had a connection to him that wasn't just work.

It was a woman.

A young woman called Joanna.

- Who used to... - I remember Joanna.

She was a girl, not a woman.

A young girl.

A young person.

Who I am ashamed to tell you now

that I had a very, very brief relationship with.

So sorry, Grace.

It was 39 years ago,

but I can't imagine that makes it any easier to hear now.

As I say, it was fleeting.

It was a few weeks at most.

But it was a shameful thing to do

and all I can do now is...

Is beg your forgiveness.

What year was this?

1976.

We only got married the year before.

It was a terrible mistake.

And I am so, so sorry.

So, in June 1973,

Slater was arrested following a fight outside a pub in Kentish Town.

- What'd he get? - Bound over.

Victim didn't turn up.

The victim?

What was this, it was an assault or...

Yeah, well, it's... It's confusing.

The arresting officer has it down as a fight,

but it's listed as an assault in the courts.

Have you got the name of the plaintiff?

Yeah, name of Paul Brian West.

I spoke to his sister. West himself died five years ago.

But she said she didn't know anything.

Oh. OK. Jake?

Slightly like pulling teeth, guv.

I've got 50 possible names here,

hostel residents at Arlingham House

that might have known Elizabeth Laws or Erskine,

and for every single name I've got 30, 40 people with the same name

and they're all Duncan Morrison or Wendy Haines or...

Yeah, OK, OK.

I suspect it's... It's time we got a picture of Jimmy into the papers.

Sunny, will you talk to the DPA?

Yeah, no problem.

Murray, any joy with Jo Jo?

Nothing on the census.

What about, um, Greaves' phone records?

All the numbers he rang from his mobile and his landline are kosher.

OK, um, will you find out where the, um, nearest pay phone is to his house.

And, um, see if BT will provide us with every number rung from there from...

When did you call his diocese for contact details?

Uh, Monday, pm, just after lunch.

Yeah, from Monday midday till midnight same day.

It's worth a try.

Robert Greaves had a relationship with Jimmy Sullivan's girlfriend.

If Jimmy found out, got mad,

went round to confront him...

Who knows where that ended.

Well, except maybe Jo Jo does.

Suze, have a look at this, will you?

It's his scaphoid, which was split, post-mortem I assumed,

except when I put the two bits together...

That's a hole, isn't it?

Like something's been driven through it.

Something like a nail.

I've seen it a couple of times before with gangland punishment murders.

A nail hammered through the hand

very often a pre-cursor to other forms of torture.

All right, thanks.

You're welcome.

If Pinion's lies were all the police have

I wouldn't be too worried.

A couple of days ago Gordon Fenwick

called me from Cyprus

threatening to go to the police himself with,

with some other stuff.

What other stuff?

More lies. Details not really important.

What is important is what the police might believe.

And he wants money?

Of course.

So what are you going to do?

Your Turkish friends.

I might need you to call them for me.

I'm not talking anything stupid, just a quiet word.

For a man like Fenwick, I suspect that'll be enough.

Dad, are you sure? That is quite a move.

Gordon Fenwick could get me put in jail for murder.

A murder I had absolutely nothing to do with.

We need him to back off.

And fast.

Yeah, what I want to know is if it's possible for you to tell me

what numbers were called from this payphone

from midday on the 23rd to approximately midnight?

Brilliant.

Yeah, great. Yeah.

You know, I think it was probably the only fight...

I ever got into.

I'd had a skinful

as I remember and I think he had as well.

Right.

Do you remember what it was about?

Football.

I'm afraid. I'm a "blade" for me sins.

He was a Gooner. I think we'd just...

Beaten them and one of us must've said something.

It all kicked off. Stupid, stupid.

Really, I mean, put it down to the impetuosity of youth.

Hopefully, I've grown up a bit since then.

In the court documents it has it down as

you assaulting him which, uh,

implies that you started it.

Then I expect I did.

I mean, you know, I was drunk, as I say.

I can't really remember an awful lot about it. Sorry.

Yeah, well, my real name's Alan Mackay, but everyone calls me Mackkie.

Well, thanks so much for getting in touch.

And just so I can be absolutely clear,

as well as Jimmy I think you said you knew Vincent Erskine as well?

Vince? Yeah. And Beth, his girlfriend.

You knew Elizabeth?

I did, aye.

OK, um, Mackkie, could I come talk to you, please?

As soon as possible would be good.

I mean, do you think it was just a one off, or what?

I don't know. We didn't get that far.

But if he could have done it once, got away with it,

why shouldn't there have been others.

Mum, I'm so sorry.

I am too.

For you both.

I mean, I suppose all you can say is it...

It was 40 years ago and...

And what?

What, you think that makes it better?

Jesus, it makes it worse.

Ellie, it's our whole lives.

Our whole relationship with him feels like a lie.

Does it?

He's... He's still our dad.

I mean, clearly he made a terrible mistake, but...

But, but what?

I can't believe you're defending him.

I'm not defending what he did. I'm...

I'm trying to find a way through this.

He had sex with a child for God's sake.

Caz, she was not a child. She was 17.

And if he'd have been caught today, he would go to prison.

Do you not get that?

- Of course I get that, but I... - But what?

What, they were different times? Bollocks.

She was a kid.

She was one of his congregation.

He was in a position of power and he abused it.

I'm sorry if you think I am overreacting.

But, I am scared.

It makes me ask what sort of man is he really?

Why the police are asking about this boy that was found?

It makes me ask what else he could have done.

It was only her that stayed at the hostel.

Elizabeth?

Erskine wasn't allowed to stay because he always got into fights.

Right.

Anyway, I got talking to him in the garden one day

because at that time I was still using.

I let him spout his racist rubbish for a bit

until he started talking about this black lad

who he reckoned had some money on him

and he wanted to know whether I fancied helping him

rob the lad that night in his room.

And was this just him or was Beth there too?

Well...

She was there like, you know, in the background, but, uh,

not actually part of the conversation.

And so what did you say?

Well, I didn't say much

'cause I didn't want him to know that, uh,

that Jimmy was actually a, a good friend of mine.

You know, obviously I was gonna warn him.

And did you warn him?

I went to look for him but, uh...

Someone offered me some gear.

By the time I was straight again it was two days later.

I see. Did you find out if he'd been robbed?

No, I didn't.

In fact I... I never saw Jimmy again.

Looks just like one of our lads, doesn't he?

I remember when, um,

you first suggested that we should start up the, uh,

football squad.

It wasn't long after Michael had died and I always thought that

it was your way of

finding some meaning

out of his death.

If you think I killed this boy, Ray...

Just say it.

How can I know, Lizzie?

How could I have

any idea of what you were capable of...

...back then?

We stopped at the services for some supper which was very nice

and, uh, then got back here about eleven.

Hmm. And what have you got on today?

Oh, Thursday's lunch club every week.

Lunch club? Why wasn't I invited?

Well, I'll put you down for next week, so.

Yeah, yeah, I'll be there.

Ah, there a good gang.

I was telling them about you, you know and...

...about Jimmy coming home and...

They were very happy for me.

He rang her from the call box. Jo Jo.

Her name's Joanna Bridges.

We found Jo Jo.

Tell me how you met Jimmy Sullivan.

I met Jimmy through the church.

Went out with him for maybe six months.

And, oh, this was, um, before or after your relationship with Father Robert?

After.

So, when, when was your relationship with Father Robert?

Late 1975 as I remember.

How late?

Just before Christmas. November, I think.

I mean, it was just a few weeks.

So, Father Robert said to us that he thought you were, um,

19 or 20 when he met you.

And, so we checked your date of birth before we came here today

and actually if your affair was in,

um, November '75...

Actually that would've made you 15

when a 28-year-old priest had sex with you.

You weren't 16 till February 1976.

Maybe I got it the wrong way around.

Maybe it was Jimmy first and then Robert.

Except we have a diary given to Jimmy

by you in which it says, "With much love, Jo Jo"

in December '75.

And which suggests that either you did

have under-aged sex with a priest

or at some point after your birthday...

...you were seeing both men.

It was half a lifetime ago.

I mean, what the hell does it matter?

It matters because we think that Jimmy found out

about Robert Greaves and confronted him.

And that altercation

may have resulted in Jimmy's death.

And what proof have you got of that?

And how credible do you think he is as a witness?

Very. This guy knew other stuff I thought only we knew.

What other stuff?

The £50 we think Jimmy borrowed from Frank Cross.

He knew all about that.

And more importantly he knew what it was for.

Which was?

To pay for an abortion.

Jimmy told Alan Mackay that his girlfriend had fallen pregnant.

And Jimmy was the father?

Why else would he pay for it?

'Cause she said he was.

I'll ask my man exactly what Jimmy told him.

OK. There's lots to think about.

Let's bring Elizabeth Wilton in ASAP.

Excellent work, Jake.

Murray, any joy with Tommy Pinion?

He said that he'd never seen Cross

put a nail through anyone's hand,

but heard from others that he had.

Well, Dr Rawlins is pretty convinced that's what it is so,

somebody did it.

We keep the pressure on Cross.

Yes, it's me.

Why did Fenwick send those to you?

Well, I'm guessing he's already contacted Dad,

and Dad isn't playing ball.

Well, the man in those pictures is white.

The lad in the papers was black.

He's still nailing his hand to a workbench mum.

I'm just saying

there's nothing in these to suggest

he had anything to do with killing that lad.

Fine, but trust me he doesn't want the police to see these.

I should also say that the images obviously depict a crime scene

which, as of now, I've failed to act upon

so if Fenwick doesn't get what he wants

and he shows his email to me to the police

we're both screwed.

I'll pay him off. I have before.

Fenwick?

Yes.

How many times?

A few.

It's the police.

Yeah.

Yeah, me too.

So, what time did you get in?

Yeah...

Hey, mum.

Hello, my lovely son.

How completely gorgeous to see you.

Tell me you're staying for months.

Well, have you any actual proof other than Pinion's fantasies

that I did anything like this to Jimmy Sullivan?

We have a wound

on Jimmy's hand that's entirely consistent with such an assault.

But nothing connecting that to me.

Not yet.

But I sense we're getting closer, don't you?

So, we'll probably go to Faliraki now.

Nige's brother's got a bar there and he said me and Belter

can have a room if we do three nights a week bar work.

Mind you, that's if Belter sorts out his teeth.

His girlfriend smacked him in the mouth with a table tennis bat

'cause he cracked a joke about her arse.

What?

Keep going.

Why are you smiling like that?

Because I love you.

Just keep talking. Just keep telling me stuff.

Well, anyway,

he's gonna have two implants now and Nige says he should go to India.

His dad got eight new teeth in Delhi for less than a grand.

I mean, his mouth doesn't shut properly,

but his missus says keeping his mouth shut was never a core skill anyway.

Plus ca change as Proust would say. You want fried bread with this?

Yo, Curtis, fam.

Call me.

Dad.

Up here.

I don't know what to say.

I'd hoped that mum didn't feel that she had to tell you now.

She told us 'cause of the wedding.

Oh, no, sweetheart, please.

Surely this doesn't affect the wedding?

It's a celebration of the sanctity of marriage.

Conducted by you.

It was a terrible thing to do.

I completely accept that.

But it was one mistake 40 years ago

in an otherwise very, very happy marriage.

One mistake.

And was it?

Really?

Well, yes, of course.

There was no one else.

I don't mean with women. I mean...

It's a police investigation.

Oh, my darling, no, no. Please.

Please,

don't ask me if I killed that poor boy.

Please,

don't make me answer that.

Please.

Yes.

We robbed him.

- Of his £50? - Yes.

So, everything that you told us before,

that you have no recollection of ever having met him?

That was a lie?

Yes.

I've wished I could forget him.

Every single day of my life.

So, can you tell me how Jimmy died?

I wouldn't for one second expect you to believe me,

but no.

When I left the room with the money, Jimmy was fine.

- Erskine was still in there. - Yes.

And did, um, he have any weapon with him?

No, not that I recall.

OK.

So where did you go?

Outside to wait for him.

And, how long did he take to come down?

Not long, maybe 30 seconds behind me.

OK.

And what did he say?

When he came down.

He was laughing.

Said Jimmy was a feisty little bastard.

Did he have any blood on him?

I don't think so.

But he might've done. I...

I was very drunk so certain details...

You obviously thought so little of this young man

that you were able to rob him in his bed.

And yet your name and number were written down by him in his diary.

How did that happen?

When I first met Jimmy

it was during a period when I tried to split up with Erskine.

It only lasted a few weeks before he got me back, but in that time

I stopped drinking, I got clean.

And Jimmy and I got to know each other a bit.

And I gave him my number

'cause I hoped...

Just like...

...in the few weeks when I'd been straight...

...that he'd carry on helping to teach me to read and write.

What'd you expect, love?

Guv. It might be nothing,

but I was checking out the pub

that Eric Slater and Paul West got arrested outside.

- The assault. - Yeah.

Don't know that it's significant, but it was a gay pub.

It has been since, well,

since the '60s.

So if we forget him committing the ever so slightly illegal offence

of threatening to kill Fenwick...

He never said that, Bella.

Maybe the only other serious option

is to persuade him to go to the police himself with the photos.

If the police see those photos it's not going to be good for him, is it?

Probably not, no.

So, what's the minimum term for murder?

It's a mandatory life sentence.

In a case like this he'd serve at least 15 years.

So he'd not get out until he was in his 80s?

If in fact he...

In fact, he might not even make it that far.

It would effectively widow Mum.

Except, what if he did it?

Because to me, never mind that it was 40 years ago

or who or what he is now or that he's our dad,

if he did it, he has to be punished.

Doesn't he?

Hi.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Curtis?

Curtis?

Where you going, mate?

Home.

Really?

Thought you were smarter than that. Actually missing an exam?

So, you're gonna through away three years of hard work, are you?

Just like that?

If you think it'll really piss her off, yeah.

Sorry, are you talking about the woman who took you into our house, fed you,

treated you like her son?

I've already got one fucked up mum!

- I don't need another! - You little shit!

Curtis.

I'm sorry, Curtis. I...

I'm sorry.

Elizabeth Wilton you've been charged with assault and the intent to rob

under section 8 of the Theft Act 1968.

You don't have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if you do not mention now anything

you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

You understand the charge?

Yes.

I remember the assault.

He was devastated by it.

- But it was an assault, not a fight? - Yeah.

- Eric Slater attacked your brother? - Yes.

Will you tell me why?

Because of where he was drinking.

Because of what he was.

- He was gay? - Yes.

Do you know why he didn't turn up at court?

Because if he did come out...

The idea that being gay was such a shameful thing...

I'm not sure many people understand that now but,

he'd have lost his job.

Most people told him that what he was was disgusting.

And, let me tell you, he was convinced

that if that police officer hadn't been passing,

Eric Slater would've have beaten him to death.

So, Eric Slater,

violently assaults a gay man

a year or so before Jimmy was killed.

- According to her. - Right, yes, according to her.

'Cause there's nothing, absolutely nothing that we've learned about Jimmy

that suggests he was gay.

And, now if we're saying that his murder

was some sort of homophobia motivated thing...

Look, you better call the girls.

We need to talk to Slater again.

Forget her, man.

I mean, what's she think you are?

Some sort of tame little coconut.

That,

ain't you, fam.

It's what she wants you to be.

You should chuck it out, man.

I ain't no coconut, man.

- Thanks, mate. - Cheers.

Mr Slater,

sorry to disturb you, you're obviously busy.

Is your father around?

Just need to have another quick chat.

Like a bad penny, you lot.

I don't care what he told his sister. That's not what happened.

Right, so, this wasn't an unprovoked attack?

It's what I said it was.

So, you've never had any problems with gay men?

No.

His sister

told us that you were waiting for him outside.

No, I was drinking in the pub.

- And you knew it was a gay club. - No idea.

All right, so,

you didn't notice that it was an entirely male clientele

when you went in?

I've absolutely no idea if I did or I didn't.

This was the '70s. Most pubs were pretty exclusively full of men.

So, why do you think he told his sister that you were waiting for him outside?

I don't know.

You know, as I say,

he was fairly drunk as well. Maybe he just got it wrong.

Or she's mistaking this fight for another attack.

Or she's remembered it wrongly. I don't know.

Think back 40 years.

Think of something significant that happened to you.

How much detail can you remember now?

It... It's a lifetime ago.

She's remembered it wrong.

Did you ever wonder whether

- Jimmy Sullivan was gay? - Who?

Jimmy?

Why would I have thought that?

The last time you were here we were talking about his girlfriend.

We didn't mention his girlfriend.

Nor did you.

Jo Jo. We talked about her.

Only in connection with Robert Greaves.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, I...

I assumed you already knew that she and Jimmy had a thing.

Why would you have assumed that?

Why would you have not mentioned what is clearly

a very important piece of information?

Unless you were trying to steer our focus

towards Robert Greaves.

I don't know.

I'm sorry. I'm old, like I said.

This is all ancient history. I forget stuff but, uh,

please, trust me.

You're... You're way, way off beam here.

So,

- what do you think? - I believed him.

Yeah, me too.

This case is like trying to grab hold of fog.

I don't know, maybe you were right. Maybe it was all just too long ago.

- No. - 'Cause this feels slightly insane.

Trying to find some sort of truth in that,

in people's utterly fucked memories.

We'll get there, Guv.

Dad.

- All right? - Yeah, fine. You OK?

Yeah, fine.

Come on then, dopey!

Let's get this party started.

I know it's only small but...

No, it's lovely. Thank you.

It's just what I need.

I just, um...

You absolutely don't need to tell me anything, anything at all. But I just...

I want you to know that if you did want someone to talk to.

Thank you.

I might just take you up on that some time.

Well, I'll let you get settled in.

Oh, um, there's one bit of good news.

The police have found some CCTV footage

of someone entering the community hall at the time of the burglary.

They reckon they've got a pretty good screen grab of his face.

They've asked me to go down there tomorrow

to see if I recognise him from the estate.

Which is good, isn't it?

Yes, yes.

Sandy, let me introduce you to Gary Stevens.

Gary was my boss at Anderson's.

He was the only man in the whole building

who had two secretaries.

One for each knee.

Get yourselves a drink.

How about a rosé, Mum? Hm?

Half a glass won't do you any harm.

Why are we celebrating?

It's your... It's your 45th wedding anniversary, Mum.

No, I know that.

But why are we celebrating?

Right, in conclusion, let me just say that a marriage,

it's a bit like a house.

You don't just build it and let it look after itself.

It needs constant maintenance.

Doesn't it, sweetheart?

And, yes, and maybe her plumbing's not what it once was,

and, uh, my guttering, well, that could do with a good jet hose.

But the foundations are rock solid.

So, if you will, raise your glasses to my beloved and I.

Here's to another 45 years!

Hooray!

Forty-five years!

Mum.

Mum!

Mum.

Maybe I felt I'd already put so much in,

to our new life here.

With you boys and finding this lovely house,

and making all our new friends.

I didn't want to give it all up just like that.

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

Come on, let's get you in. It's raining.

And then he had his accident,

and so he wouldn't be able to hurt anyone any more anyway.

Sorry?

I think I just tried to bury it all, Les.

What did you say? You said, "Hurt anyone". What do you mean?

And now with my head the way it is and the police asking all these questions.

It's all starting to swirl around in my head.

And the problem is that I,

I've absolutely no idea what's real and what isn't.

Lizzie!

Yeah, there, there was stuff he did back then.

Rumours I'd hear. Just stuff we never talked about.

Belle, I don't know what to do if the police start asking me questions.

What do I say?

Hungry?

- I'll see you when I get back. - Yeah, OK.

I haven't spoken to the guv yet.

- You know when she'll be back? - No, she's with me now.

- OK. - Yeah.

- See you then. - OK, cheers.

Call just came into the CID office.

Looks like we've got another victim.

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