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Do you want this or not?

Ah, thanks.

What have they said?

She's taken some heavy blows to the head. I'm waiting to speak to the consultant.

Calvert's flat, Norcliffe's office, then Pamela Jeffries.

Somebody has to have been following us.

Yeah, but who'd want to take that kind of risk?

Somebody who needs to find Daniel Norcliffe before we do.

We have to teach new skills to those who have been left behind

by the death of traditional industry.

Now, we want to retrain Yorkshire people

andr einvigorate Yorkshire's economy.

Ken still chained to a computer?

Intelligence-gathering, yes.

You managed to make them laugh yet?

I wasn't brought in for my clowning skills, DCI Banks.

You been listening to Johnny Cash?

No.

-Black suits you. -Mmm.

I'll make a note to attend more funerals, then.

Will Tom Rothwell be going to his father's funeral?

If he's not, we'll be asking why. He landed two hours ago.

You will remember that it is still a funeral? Be sensitive.

My phone'll be off during the service,

but leave a message if she dies or anything, yeah?

Let us commend Keith Andrew Rothwell to the mercy of God.

We therefore commit his body to the ground, earth to earth,

ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

In the sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life.

Let us pray.

Suffer us not at our last hour,

through any pains of death, to fall from thee.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

PRIEST: Lord, have mercy upon us.

-Amen. -ALL: Amen.

Boss? Good timing, eh?

Much missing?

Looks pretty professional, if it wasn't for the mess.

We're through here.

DCI Banks. Perhaps you can explain to Mr Rothwell

why we need him to come with us.

For pity's sake! We've just buried my husband

and come back to find we've been burgled. Can't it wait?

Have you ever seen this before, Mrs Rothwell?

Tom? Hannah?

I'm sorry, boss.

We need to get him away from her if he's going to talk honestly.

-This is out of place. -What is?

It wasn't him. He was so controlled.

What if one life bled into another?

I don't understand.

No.

We need to focus on the son.

Tom.

We're going to get our way eventually,

and probably upset your mother even more in the process.

We need to speak to people who knew this other Keith Rothwell.

You all know me. I'm not one for long speeches.

We Yorkshiremen prefer action to words.

Which is why I'm delighted to be launching this initiative today,

to give those who've been made redundant

an opportunity to retrain and learn new skills

for a new generation of business in the north.

Thank you very much, thank you.

Anything?

Have I matched a name from these

endless weird porn databases with one from Norcliffe's

endless criminal referrals?

-Yeah. -No.

But I'll tell you what I have found out.

The number of websites for fans of gun porn is dwarfed by those

for connoisseurs of, well, dwarves, for a start.

Not to mention nylon, bubble wrap, puppets.

Puppets?

Puppets.

And I thought men were after no-strings sex!

FLEMING: Thank you so much. I couldn't do it without you.

Ladies, thank you for coming. See you next time.

Great speech, Mr Fleming.

Martin, thank you.

You speak from your heart as well as your head, and that's increasingly rare.

Well, I appreciate that, Inspector.

So if you're not interested in retraining, how can I help you?

Well, I'm investigating the murder of Keith Rothwell.

-Did you hear about it? -Only what I saw in the newspaper.

I'm going to be candid with you in the hope that you'll do the same.

This is just an informal chat and it will remain strictly between us.

It seems there was another side to Keith Rothwell

that his family knew nothing about.

A man who liked a drink, a bet, the company of women.

Well, I suppose we all have a public and a private face to some extent, don't we?

Well, I'm looking to talk to people who knew that other Keith Rothwell.

Like I said, Inspector...

I believe he was a close associate of Daniel Norcliffe,

who you were at university with.

Danny? That's right, but I mean, I haven't seen him for years.

Didn't even know he was still local.

Well, he's missing at present. Look, Mr Fleming... Martin.

Someone has left a local family without a father and a husband

and an innocent woman in hospital with serious injuries.

Now, I believe you to be a man of integrity.

So anything that you can tell me about Keith Rothwell

might prove incredibly useful. I'm only interested in the murder.

I'd really like to help you, DCI Banks, but, um, I lost touch with Danny years ago

and I've never, to my knowledge, met Mr Rothwell.

But I wish you the best of luck.

-Where to next? -Just over here.

Great, thank you.

(MOBILE RINGING)

-Yes. -RON: Get back to the office, now.

-Here you go. -This isn't where you want to be today,

we understand that, so I'll get to the point.

We know you and your dad argued, a lot.

But what we don't know is what you argued about.

Don't all families argue?

Probably. But we're only really interested in yours.

Why? What's it got to do with anything? It's not really anyone's business.

Everything's our business, Tom.

Well, I've been away for three months. I honestly can't remember.

Really? Yet it must have been fairly serious.

A man famously careful with money

sends a son he doesn't seem to like very much halfway across the world.

I'm guessing it wasn't a row about tidying your bedroom.

I'm gay, all right?

And?

And your dad wasn't very understanding.

He couldn't even look at me.

Hang on, you're saying he found out you're gay and banished you abroad?

I was glad to get out of there.

How did your mum feel about him driving you away?

Not much she could do.

He brought the money in, so we had to put up with him.

That's the way it's always been.

Surely she could have divorced him and still been comfortable?

She would never have been comfortable again,

worrying what people were saying about her, about us.

Ever heard of Daniel Norcliffe?

Why?

There's two possible answers to that and "why" isn't one of them.

No, then, I haven't.

And I think I'd like to go home now, please.

He's hiding something.

I think he wants to talk.

-Why don't I... -Why don't you...

You take over, then.

RON:Alan, you were clearly told to stay away from Martin Fleming.

You'll have heard from SOCA, then?

The Director of Operational Delivery, to be precise. Several times.

It seems anything Fleming hadn't already buried, he has now.

Fleming is part of this. I had to speak to him.

I was following my instinct. But maybe my instincts are wrong.

What do you mean?

Everything moves on.

The job I signed up for relied on intuition, not orders.

And if that's the way it is going,

perhaps it's time I was, too.

-Is this about Helen? -No, no.

Annie?

It's about me.

(KNOCKING)

Oh, sorry.

-What is it, DI Morton? -It's Pamela Jeffries. She's come round.

-What? -I think I've found our shooter.

One name came up on the database as I was cross-referencing.

He met Norcliffe years ago.

PAMELA:He was tall, six foot at least.

Had long, greasy hair.

Sounded Irish.

What exactly did he want to know?

Um...

every question you asked me about Keith Rothwell and...

He wanted to know where you were looking and...

I didn't know.

Then he lost his temper.

Did you give this to Keith Rothwell?

No.

So what did the specialist say?

Oh, well, um, if nothing unexpected happens over the next 24 hours,

then I should still be free to travel.

-That's great news. -Yeah, yeah, it's good.

As long as you don't need me for anything.

I must see about getting your record back to you.

Yes.

You could just give it to me next time we see each other, if you want.

Okay.

But I thought you said you always kept it with you when you play?

Then you'll have to come and hear me.

-What... What, in Budapest? -Yeah, why not?

You could come with me.

Listen, I've got a description of the man who attacked Pamela Jeffries.

And we've got his name.

Well, you're way ahead of me.

Same man who subscribes to a Sex Meets War website

was also referred to a criminal lawyer by Norcliffe.

It's still a long shot, but we're on our way there now.

He's Arthur Jameson, 42.

Kicked out of the army for glassing someone in a pub.

Since then a few prison sentences for theft and one for ABH.

DC Blackstone spoke to the arresting officer.

He reckons Jameson's into survivalism and mad about weapons.

Great work, well done.

We've got an officer on Fleming's staff. You were seen.

I know. He's our only link to a Keith Rothwell that very few have...

And do you really think he'd admit that?

Do you understand what he has to lose? (SIGHS)

Listen to yourself. Look at yourself.

You're not the Banksy I know.

Do you fancy a drink?

I'm really sorry to have kept you waiting.

Um, there's been some developments. Well, you're here voluntarily, though, Tom.

And you can leave any time you like.

Except that would make me look guilty, wouldn't it?

What exactly are you worried about?

What developments, exactly?

Why? Would that have some bearing on what you can tell me?

People might think that we should be more upset.

But what you've got to understand is that we lost Dad a long time ago.

What happened, Tom?

I followed him.

Not long after, I decided that I was going to be myself no matter what.

He was supposed to be in York,

but I saw him and I followed him,

and I watched him pick up a woman.

She was coming out of a primary school, and he laughed with her

like I've never seen him laugh with anyone.

Was this in Leeds?

And I never told Hannah or Mum but...

The next time he looked at me like I was disgusting, I told him that I knew.

Things got out of hand

and I hit him.

Knocked him down.

And that was it for us.

Never fight your dad and win.

-Shouldn't we wait? -What for?

-Men with guns, bulletproof vests? -Probably.

I'll check round the back.

Did you get anything?

From Fleming. Please tell me you got something.

I'm not sure that my instinct counts for anything these days,

but for what it's worth, I think you're probably right.

He's a complete fraud.

No, he's not a fraud.

He's no different to the vast majority of people nowadays, he's out for himself.

It's all right, I'd know.

Perhaps I've been wrong all along.

About Fleming, you...

You just swam with the tide,

whereas I didn't, couldn't, whatever.

Therefore I have to accept getting left behind.

I just did the best with what I've got.

That's all, exactly the same as you.

We're going to need a chaser.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Window was open.

I don't think he's too worried about anyone nicking anything.

Doesn't look as if anyone's here.

Right, thanks, Win. I'll see you.

It was DS Jackman.

It seems Tom Rothwell got a glimpse of his dad

behaving like a lovesick teenager.

No man over the age of 45

should allow himself to succumb to all that again.

It's one of the few compensations of growing old and cynical.

You haven't met Pamela Jeffries.

That's true.

She wants me to go with her.

She's playing the clarinet in a concert in Budapest

and she wants me to go, too.

And...you're obviously thinking about it.

So what's stopping you?

Where do you want me to start?

My age. My job. My house. My whole life.

You said yourself that no man over the age of 45...

She's not asking you to marry her.

Well, this looks like a match to the shotgun wadding used to kill Rothwell.

(DISTANT CLATTER)

I'll check it out.

DI Morton!

DI Morton!

I think he's taken his gun.

(GUN COCKS)

JAMESON: Don't move.

DI Morton!

What?

I think he's taken his gun.

We agreed.

10 grand before,

10 grand after.

He promised me.

Who promised you?

Where's Norcliffe?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

HELEN: Ken? Ken!

-I said an orange juice. -I know.

Feels good acting out of character once in a while.

You mean, like Keith Rothwell?

You have to admire his bravery, if nothing else.

Didn't do him much good, did it?

Better to die a hero than live like a coward.

She must be quite something, this Miss Jeffries.

She's...herself.

I never knew how much I admired that until I met her.

Well, sometimes you've just got to admit

that there are things that you're not in control of.

What?

What if that's what made one life bleed into another?

I don't follow.

What if Keith Rothwell fell in love?

-You all right, ma'am? -Of course I am.

I'm heading back to coordinate the operation

and talk to the Press Office.

I need you to brief the other search teams.

Focus on outbuildings and wooded areas.

Any reported sightings, make it clear he's not to be approached.

Jameson leads us to Norcliffe and the truth and we're close,

so let's go and get him.

I assume you heard I went to see Fleming.

Superintendent McLaughlin said. Seems you've been avoiding us both.

Well, I thought there might be repercussions

and I didn't see the point in us both...

You didn't tell me because you don't trust me.

That's not t...

Look, you're obviously an excellent detective.

But you'd have told DS Cabbot.

Maybe we should talk about this in my office.

Check your voicemail, DCI Banks,

there's a gunman running around the West Riding.

I know who Annie Cabbot is.

We have to trust each other and I know nothing about you.

Well, not really.

You said what we do here is all about connections.

Well, we don't just find them and make sense of them,

we also form them occasionally.

Some people don't find that as easy as others.

Just be yourself, that's all.

I play poker.

-What? -You want to know something about me.

Thursday nights, I play poker.

I honestly can't tell whether or not you're being serious.

That's why I'm good at poker.

HELEN:Jameson's on foot, last seen heading northwest, armed and dangerous.

PILOT:Okay.

Win?

I'm just looking at Tom Rothwell's statement.

If Pamela Jeffries was the woman he saw his dad with,

why was she coming out of a school?

What are you thinking?

It must have been a different woman.

PILOT: DI Morton? We might have something.

I'm going in for a closer look.

HELEN:Understood.

It's very faint on infrared but it's definitely there.

HELEN:What GPS?

PILOT:Latitude: 4054.6130.

Longitude, 07...

PILOT: Okay, looks like he's going to ground.

-Her. -Definitely?

That's who he picked up.

-Miss Mullen? -We need to speak to her, please.

I'm afraid she's away.

Well, can you tell us where she's gone?

I'll have to ask the school secretary but I don't think she said.

ALAN: We're going to need her home address.

Get down there.

KEN: I want four covering DI Morton!

You two, higher ground!

Take higher ground!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-Looks like she's gone. You check upstairs. -All right.

Found you.

Win?

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

MARKSMAN: Jameson, you're under arrest for the murder of Keith Rothwell.

Lower the weapon and turn around.

Arthur, there's nowhere else to go.

MARKSMAN: Lower the weapon now.

Turn around now!

HELEN: It ends here, Arthur.

Please, let us help you.

(GUN COCKS)

(GUNSHOT)

PILOT:Suspect is down.

Repeat. Suspect is down.

Just listen to me, Helen. It's important.

You do realise what's happened here?

Jameson's just shot himself.

ALAN:Jameson knew nothing.

He was just a hired gun.

The real criminals are Fleming, Norcliffe and Keith Rothwell.

I'm sending you the address now.

I'll explain when you get there.

You have to leave now.

Trust me.

(SIREN BLARING)

ALAN: Hello, Mr Rothwell.

Francesca's?

She's a music teacher, I believe.

Yeah, yeah. I, um, I got it for both of us. I'm learning.

Bit of a step up from the one that she got you.

The one that you couldn't resist keeping in your study at Arkbeck.

I knew it would come,

the uh, the knock on the door.

I just thought it would be years rather than days.

I think I understand everything.

You made sure that the Leeds flat was covered

in Norcliffe's fingerprints to match those on the corpse.

You picked your wedding anniversary

because that's the only night that you and Mary go out together.

You chose Italian to match Norcliffe's regular restaurant,

even picked his favourite dish, carbonara, to match the stomach contents.

Meanwhile, Daniel Norcliffe's abducted on his doorstep by Arthur Jameson.

Who drove to Arkbeck,

probably left Norcliffe in the garage,

overpowered your daughter,

waited for you and your wife to return home, tied her up.

And then dragged you outside and into the garage.

Then he let you go so that you could finish the setup together.

You were involved in a money-laundering scheme with Martin, Fleming and Norcliffe,

from which you made thousands.

Then you wanted out,

so you dressed Norcliffe in your clothes

and stood and watched

while Jameson blew his head off.

(GUNSHOT)

The only thing that I don't understand is

why didn't you pay Jameson the rest of his money?

What was he going to do, go to the police?

You can change your name but not who you are.

Arthur Jameson's not going anywhere.

I took that two hours ago.

He decided going back to prison wasn't an option.

He shot himself.

Just another one of your victims in this whole mess.

All so that you could have a fresh start on the Yorkshire Coast

with your new girlfriend

and as much money as you could get away with.

No, no, no. I had to go.

I couldn't stay another minute.

It wasn't as if anybody wanted me there.

I was a bank, nothing more.

-It was the only way. -To do what?

Rip off Norcliffe and Fleming?

You knew we'd find out about the money-laundering, didn't you?

We'd think it gave Norcliffe a motive and whatever did or didn't happen to Fleming,

well, you'd be out of the picture.

This isn't about money.

This is about what happened when you fell in love,

probably for the first time.

I think your feelings for Francesca

are probably the only genuine thing about you.

Which is why you'll give us everything that you have on Martin Fleming.

Because that's the only way

you'll get to spend any worthwhile time with her after you're released.

(DOOR CLOSES)

He told her he wanted them to start completely afresh,

so she wasn't to tell anyone where they were going.

And she believed him.

Well done. Both of you.

You pulled this one out of the flames.

Thanks, sir. Boss.

"Old technology"?

This is why you're needed.

You can keep your flipchart, for now.

I'm going to follow Rothwell, get the ball rolling.

I don't think even Martin Fleming can talk his way out of this one.

See you again, Banksy.

And thanks.

(HANNAH GIGGLES)

Sorry.

No, it's okay.

It's not that he's alive.

Obviously I'm glad about that but...

This means none of it's real, doesn't it?

This place, the money...

We'll lose it all, won't we?

We can start again.

I bet you volunteered for this one, didn't you?

I'm truly sorry.

Pamela, it's Alan.

I won't be coming to Budapest.

Seems I can still rely on my instinct

and sadly, it's telling me it would be a mistake.

For us both.

It's not who I am.

I'll post the record.

Good luck.

REPORTER:MP Martin Fleming strenuously denies the money-laundering charges

that he's facing since the arrest of Yorkshire accountant Keith Rothwell.

Steven, James, Ben, MJ.

Nice.

The Super's laid on the refreshments you requested.

And I for one am in need of some serious refreshing.

I still don't know what gave you such an uncanny insight

into the mind of an essentially dull man having a mid-life crisis.

-(ALL SNICKERING) -What?

-You coming? -In a sec.

What do you say?

Shut up and deal.

(CHATTING AND LAUGHING)

Five card draw?