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George?

George?

Oh, God.

George, this won't help.

He had a nail through his head,

but it's taken over two years
of my persistent demands

for anyone to take notice.

What made you take up your
grandfather's case in the first place?

My grandfather, George Western, was a young
man at the time of his murder in 1948.

He missed his life. He did
his duty for king and country.

- What's in it for him?
- Reparation for the family?

Fifteen minutes of fame.

- I want justice, that's what I want.
- Thanks.

You didn't put any
sugar in that, did you?

No.

Why no one has ever been
convicted of his murder.

The public have got behind this
case because they can smell a rat...

The public have got behind
this case because they're fickle.

The police were less than
thorough in the original enquiry.

It is my hope that with
the new information

that has come to light
they can make amends.

I want answers, and
I want closure for my

family and I'm not
gonna stop till I get it.

This new information
you've uncovered,

does it point suspicion
to any individual or party

or in any way indicate a motive
for your grandfather's death?

Look, I don't want to jeopardise anything
the police are currently investigating,

but let's just say that my grandfather
was a conscientious objector.

I believe that had something
to do with his murder.

Are you suggesting
this was a cover-up?

A nail through the head. Someone or
some authority was trying to make a point.

In my mind, this was a
state-ordered execution.

"Confidential. Re:
George Western.

"Further to our discussion,
I am in agreement

with you that action
should be taken

"to remove the
above permanently,

"before any further
damage is sustained."

Strong stuff.

It's dated the same month that
Western was murdered, September '48.

A nail through the head
is about as permanent

a removal as you can
get, though, isn't it?

Wasn't there a
Monty Python sketch?

"Dinsdale used to come round and
nail our heads to the coffee table."

Why would the MOD
be bothered with a

conscript, you know,
just an ordinary soldier?

As a warning to others?

- Or is it David and Goliath?
- What, you mean he was a threat?

So how did the boy wonder
get ahold of this new information?

But let's just say that my grandfather
was a conscientious objector.

I believe that had something
to do with his murder.

What does "conscientious
objector" say to you?

- Me?
- Yeah, you.

- Coward.
- Really? Is that what it means to you?

Yeah, he didn't want to fight.

Yeah, but it's not a reason to kill
someone. I don't buy state execution.

I mean, is that the
way the state removes

people, by putting a
nail through their head?

Not normally, Mel, no, but if
you want to cover your tracks...

it's a possibility, isn't it?

Check the provenance
on this, will you?

Concentrate on his diary first,
find out about his relationship...

Hang on a minute, it's
got a date on it, 1948.

Check the diary. Find out his
relationship with the military authorities

and anything about his
political beliefs. Okay?

Okay.

- Hi, George.
- Hey, how you doing?

- All right.
- I'll see you.

According to eyewitnesses, George
Western was in the pub that night.

So, who's going to
talk to the neighbours to

see if any of them
remember the Westerns? Mel.

Right. Come on, Spence.

Don't worry, Spence. That generation
didn't move around a great deal.

He's very reluctant, isn't he?

So, George Western
leaves the pub...

All right, Georgie?
Coming back for a drink?

No, I'm going home, show
my wife a good husband.

Takes a jug of ale with him,
which he did most nights.

Yeah, a regular at the pub, take-home. I
mean, he sounds like one of the lads to me.

When did you say he
started to consciously object?

He enlisted in '42, in '43
he was in North Africa.

In '44 he and the rest
of the Lindfield Regiment

were holed up at the
Chelmsford Barracks

waiting for D-Day.

That's when he became
a conscientious objector.

- Why so late?
- I don't know.

Maybe North Africa did it for
him. He married Violet in '45

and they left their home in the East
End and came here to this little paradise.

Yeah, and they
had a son, Terrence.

Who later became Adam
Western's father, yeah.

Okay? Form a queue, keep up.

Hi. I'm DS Silver.
Just making...

Thanks very much
for your time...

So Violet and the baby
were here in this bedroom.

What's this about a visitor?

Two witnesses claim to
have seen... Excuse me.

Claim to have seen a man.

Mrs Western.

They started to talk
and Violet got upset.

Can you please leave? I
don't want to hear all this.

But she'd always denied
that there was any visitor.

God, if only Violet
hadn't gone under a tube.

What pushed, jumped or slipped?

It went down as suicide in 1958.

Perhaps the visitor
was her lover?

So Western got back from
the pub, approximately 9:00.

Neighbours reported
a shouting match.

And this is a pacifist?

No. No, no, this is a
conscientious objector.

You mean you can
be a conscientious

objector and still like
a bloody good fight?

If you have passions
and convictions, Frankie,

that are at odds with
the rest of the world,

you have to shout, argue and have
opinion to get your voice heard, okay?

Okay.

So, Western and
his wife were arguing.

I don't know what
to believe. Don't!

- I'm your husband, come on, it's okay.
- It's not okay!

After a while, she left
him and went to bed.

There was no sign of a break-in,

so the murderer
was either let in,

or he let himself in.

You know, things
happen in the past and...

Come in, 1-4.

1-4, come in.

Come in, 1-4. Over.

- 1-4.
- Have you still got a problem there? Over.

Yeah. Ring the police.

The old boy thinks something
might have happened.

None of them
knew the Westerns...

Who did his wife
see that afternoon,

and why did he start off as a
fighter and end up as an objector?

Well, perhaps Adam
Western would know that.

Well, shall we get him in?

No, he's got an agenda,
that guy, he's right up himself.

I just need a bit more
time, Mel, you know, so

I can get a bit clearer
about this in my head.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Right, the cab driver's ready
to take you home, Mr Brackley.

Are you gonna be
all right? Come on.

Well, it might be possible that Western
was part of a, you know, of a fifth column.

A communist, you mean?
How do you make that leap?

Well, he made a stance and
he was a man of conscience.

Maybe that conscience developed into
a form of political activism after the war,

you know, riding on the
back of Clement Attlee.

- Land fit for heroes.
- Land fit for heroes, yeah.

- New Jerusalem, welfare state...
- Yeah, well, it's possible.

Maybe he just didn't
want to play anymore.

What do you mean, he
didn't want to play anymore?

It's just a figure
of speech, Boyd.

I don't think conscientious
objectors thought of it as playing.

That's what I'm saying.
You know that, come on.

Could he have been killed
for his political beliefs?

I think English political martyrs
are a thing of the past, don't you?

We got our revolution out of
the way with Oliver Cromwell.

We still care, don't we? I mean,
we're not completely politically apathetic.

We still care about bringing
about change in society, don't we?

There's a post-modernist theory that
says we're only concerned with things

that affect us
directly as individuals.

So as each generation
comes along, it cares less

about the plight of the
previous generation?

Yeah. To a certain extent.

History is dying.

That's a depressing
thought, isn't it?

Don't worry. There's
lots of other theories.

Yeah.

The locals are on the ball.

They knew about Western. I think
they were glad to shift this one onto us.

- What, no SOCOs or anything?
- No.

The idea of old men with nine-inch nails
in their heads doesn't do much for morale.

- It doesn't do much for old men, either.
- Well, it's not a nice way to go, is it?

Is there a nice way to go?

Yeah, on a Caribbean beach in the
arms of a tall, dark handsome stranger.

- Come on!
- I'm just gonna get my stuff!

- How long has he been dead?
- I'd say a couple of months.

I'll have to look at the weather forecasts
for this area over the past few weeks

to assess the rate of
decomposition accurately.

Oh, that's a new one.

But I'd say he was about 70.

And, guys, I don't mean to be boring,
but please don't touch anything, okay?

Are there any rituals
for getting rid of pacifists?

- You mean cowards?
- No, I mean pacifists.

- Like white feathers, only lethal.
- White feathers were First World War.

- I know that.
- You mean conscientious objectors?

- That's exactly what I mean, yeah.
- It's not a ritual I've ever heard of.

You've covered it
all, have you, Grace?

You can see from the skull that
the killer had a few attempts at this.

You're telling me that
this poor guy was thrashing

around while some
sadist lined up a nail?

Nobody said anything
about him being a sadist.

Sadist, what the hell was he?

Technically, all we do
know about him is that

he had an unhealthy
interest in nine-inch nails.

I think the victim was
dead before this happened.

So it wasn't the nail
that actually killed him?

No, I don't think so because of the
lack of blood around the entry wound.

Okay. Get off!

- Who alerted the police?
- Some other old codger.

- What was he doing here?
- Hadn't seen him for months.

He got worried.

What was this old codger's name?

Officer!

Is this his daughter
or his granddaughter?

Well, whoever it is, they
obviously meant a great deal to him.

So this could be his wife.

Well, yeah, there's odd bits and
pieces of women's clothing here.

This girl's in her 20s which means that
they must have got together in the '70s.

That makes him quite a
liberal character, doesn't it?

What, because he
married a black woman?

People do, you know. And
they did even in the '70s.

- Maybe he just fell in love with her.
- That's not my point, Grace.

Maybe just hanging onto this
stuff hoping she might come back.

So she doesn't
live here anymore.

- So what's his name?
- Which one?

The guy who found him.

Joe Brackley.

Ah.

Thank you very much.

Hi, Frankie. Thank
you very much.

- What are we doing?
- What?

- The body.
- Who is it?

I don't know, it's one of
Frankie's. I just borrowed it.

Yeah. I didn't authorise
this, by the way.

This is an exercise
in sensitisation.

- You what?
- Sensitisation.

Yeah, you said that.

- This case is 60 years old, right?
- Mmm-hmm.

So do you think because
the victims are old and grey

they deserve a lesser
degree of justice?

No, no, no, that's not what I
said. That's not what I meant.

Okay, have you stopped to think for
just one minute what this case involves?

Imagine it.

The tip of the nail

breaks the skin.

What happens then?

Does it just crush right through the brain
or does the skull crack open like a nut?

Well, no, because...

- Yeah, I know you know, Frankie, okay?
- Okay, sorry.

Yeah.

But do you know what scares
me more than imagining all that?

What?

- Your reaction.
- My reaction?

It's just another case to you. Some wacko,
some pervert. We’ll get him in the end.

What's wrong with my reaction?

What if you don't get him in the end
because you are too desensitised?

What is it with you? Has the
horror stopped being horrific?

No.

The kind of horror
in forensic detail they

get all over the place
these days? Wake up!

Because here's a brief
history lesson for you two.

The world was a
different place in 1948.

The country had been
at war for six years and,

arguably, the population
were more civilised

and more sensitive
than they are today.

Do you understand in
the context of the day

if someone hammered a
nine-inch nail through your skull,

it wasn't for kicks, it was because
they had a reason. A reason!

That's what we have
to find. The reason.

- Mel.
- What?

Hammer the nail
through the skull.

No way.

Oh.

Spence. Go on.

I made it easy for you,
the guy's already dead.

Go on, hammer the nail into
the skull and get a glimpse

of the kind of man
we're looking for.

How did you know him?

I was on holiday in Cambridgeshire
last summer and we became friends.

But you didn't know
him before that?

No, no.

- So, take a seat there.
- Thank you.

- Would you like some tea?
- Oh, yes, please, no sugar.

Right.

- Grace.
- Yeah.

Tea, no sugar,
please. Just the one.

Joe Brackley.

Hello.

Dr Foley, Grace Foley.

So, William Davis.

Bit of recluse, wasn't he? At that
house in the middle of the woods and...

- You could say that.
- Yeah, so how did you...

- Become friends?
- Mmm.

- I ran into his car.
- Sorry?

My car crashed into his. I haven't
driven since, it was one accident too many.

So you crashed into his
car and became friends?

Well, I didn't have the proper
documents, insurance and suchlike.

And the police weren't involved so I
went round to his house and we got talking.

I thought he was...

very, very lonely.

How long had he
lived by himself?

I don't know, he wasn't the type who
was used to or happy living on his own,

so I can't imagine he
was like that for long.

You want to be careful, Spence.

- What about?
- Ending up like this.

- Like what?
- A sad, lonely old man.

I don't think there's
much chance of that.

There's more chance of
you ending up a spinster.

An Agatha Christie-type detective
that everyone thinks is a lesbian.

Desensitised, are we, Spence?

"Mrs Carmen Davis.

"Return to sender."

Do you know anything
about a wife or a daughter?

No, we never talked
about personal things.

Seemed insensitive because
he was so very, very depressed.

So his wife could have died?

Um, yeah. Hattensbury
Gardens, that's right.

Okay, thanks. They
don't live there anymore.

Do you think that she
might have left him?

I don't know. I mean, he
didn't want to talk about it,

and when somebody
doesn't want to talk...

- You don't talk about it.
- Mmm.

No, I understand.
I understand that.

All dated within the last six
months. Begging her back.

And no other address.

Is Mrs Davis a suspect?

When was the last
time you saw him?

- In the summer.
- About two or three months ago?

Mmm.

What made you visit him again?

Worry, concern.

Why didn't you just
call him on the phone?

He hadn't paid his phone bill.

But it's a long way, isn't
it, Joe, from Wandsworth?

A bus from Victoria,

and then a taxi.

Well, you are a good friend.

Well, maybe I've got nothing
better to do with my life.

Do you have any idea...

why...

Why somebody would do this?

We do have somebody here that you could
talk to about yesterday if you want to.

It's not something one
wants to see every day.

Just being polite to an old man.
I just can't get it right with you.

I'm hard on him, you don't like it,
I'm soft on him, you don't like it...

This is George Western's
skull, and this is William Davis'.

- Complete with matching holes.
- Identical, actually, in terms of width.

So I'd say they were
made by similar nails.

We don't have the one that
went through Western's skull.

- Why not?
- I don't know. Lost in police archive?

It's evidence. How can
you lose a nine-inch nail?

Maybe someone uses
it to hang their coat on.

Or police incompetence. Now,
there are indentations in both skulls,

more so in Davis', which could
have been caused by a hammer.

So that's what killed them?

Maybe, or the hammer could have
slipped when they were banging the nail in.

Wait a minute, are you now saying
that he could have been conscious

- when the nail went through their head?
- So we are looking for a sadist, then.

- It depends on how you define sadist.
- Well, go on.

Well, a sadist is someone
who derives pleasure

from inflicting pain on others,
be it physical, sexual or emotional.

- So it could be sexual?
- Or physical or emotional.

Well, the nails are
nine inches, aren't they?

Boyd!

No, nine inches
means a lot to a guy.

- Come on!
- Sorry, just a thought.

Look what you've started.

- Frankie, forgive me.
- No, not in my lab.

Now, this word here I
believe to be "secret",

because he talks about something deep
inside that will be forced to come out.

Then he refers to somebody being party
to it, and then he talks about "they".

- That could mean the army, couldn't it?
- It could mean anything.

Look, there's an "L",
an "act". They will act?

- What year was this written? 1944.
- '44.

That was the year that Western
was discharged from the army.

So what if he refused to carry out
an order because by then, you know,

he's a conscientious objector,
and that triggered an event

or a series of events that
marked him out as a subversive?

What if someone took his
place in battle and was killed?

So, George Western's
murder was revenge?

- Possibly.
- What about Davis?

Well, he could have been a conscientious
objector as well, couldn't he?

Maybe the whole
bloody regiment were.

Great. Thanks.

Right, the postman confirms that
Davis did have a wife and daughter.

He reckons the daughter is a
musician, judging by correspondence.

Is she a professional?

I'll check with the
Musicians Union.

What's the connection between Davis
and Western, if there is a connection?

Well, they were contemporaries.
They might have known each other.

Could they have been
in the army together?

- Spence is on to the MOD.
- Good.

If you'd like to wait
here a moment, please,

sir, I’ll go and see if
he's available, okay?

- Sir, Joe Brackley is here to see you.
- Yes.

Oh, God. Mr Brackley!

You think William's murder and
this other one are connected?

I don't know. What can I do for
you, Mr Brackley? Would you...

Well, you're in. Would
you like to take a seat?

- Thank you.
- All right.

I hope this isn't too
much of an intrusion,

but when I left you earlier,
I remembered something.

Good.

I forget what it was now.

Was it anything to
do with William Davis?

Perhaps you have something
written in your notebook.

- Thank you.
- That's all right.

Ah, yes, there's two names.
Davis mentioned them.

Martin Raynor and Johnny Mann.

- Martin Raynor and Johnny Mann.
- Yes.

Do you know where
I can contact them?

I'm sorry, but I thought that you,
with your satellites and computers...

I thought it would
be of some use.

Boyd, I need to
speak to you urgently.

- Just one second.
- Okay.

Do you know if William
Davis was in the forces?

No.

He wasn't or you don't know?

- I don't know.
- You don't know.

Okay.

Well, I'm very busy, Mr Brackley,
so thank you for coming in.

Oh.

Excuse me. Mark, could you
show Mr Brackley out of the building?

- Please.
- Thank you.

- Yeah?
- Look at this.

What is this?

1961, a Norman Taylor was found murdered
in a working men's club in Hackney.

He had a nine-inch
nail through his skull.

1961, that's 13
years after Western.

So '48, '61 and now.

Boyd, a Sophie Davis was a flautist
with the Birmingham Symphony Orchestra.

They had an address for her.
Apparently she still lives with her mum.

They sent someone round
earlier to break the news to them.

Okay, thanks, Mel.

Davis had high levels of diazepam in
his system, way beyond normal use.

Is that the cause of death?
- No, heart attack.

There were signs of a
struggle at the crime scene.

- So he put up a fight, do you think?
- Well, maybe, or, I don't know,

maybe he just had a big
shock and his heart went pop.

He could've taken the pills
just to go to bed, couldn't he?

No, too much.

He was depressed.
What about suicide?

Yeah, but you wouldn't stick a nail
through your own head, would you?

You might, if you
were very depressed.

Okay, so...

So, what you're saying
is that somebody...

Hang on, could have
been more than one person.

More than one person,
gave him diazepam

to force him to the ground
to put a nail through his head.

Why would you sedate someone?
It takes time to work, doesn't it?

I mean, so, what do you
do, sit there and talk to them?

Ah, but there was
evidence of a struggle.

Maybe they got impatient.

Forced him to the ground,
and then, he saw the nail.

Obviously he's shocked,
and then his heart goes pop.

Yeah, but, I mean,
why use diazepam at all,

then, why not just attack
him? He was an old man.

Well, they wanted him to be
conscious, they wanted him to suffer.

The way he died,
I don't understand.

Who would do that?

How long were you married?

- Twenty-five years.
- How did you meet?

Through my church, the
Church of Jesus the Saviour.

- We are spiritual Christians.
- And William went to the same church?

Yes.

He turned up at a service one day
and we started to become friends.

- He was a proper gentleman.
- And you separated...

- Six months ago.
- Why was that?

- Differences.
- Which were?

Irreconcilable.

Our daughter is a flautist,
William was her manager.

- There were certain irregularities.
- Such as?

Moneys misappropriated.

Is your daughter here?

- Could I speak with her, please?
- Why?

Ask her some
questions, that's all.

I'm still waiting.
Yes. That's correct.

You know what I find staggering?
That there were no links made

between the George Western
case and the Norman Taylor case.

Card-indexing. There's no
computers, no cross-referencing in '61.

Of course, yes.

MOD won't play ball, they
reckon a couple of months.

Get out there and work
your magic, Spence.

Check out the name Norman Taylor. He
got his head nailed to the floor in 1961.

How clumsy of him. Sorry, I'm
just being funny, not desensitised.

Not that funny, either.

What's the significance
of these nails, then, Grace?

I don't know, but
it's biblical, isn't it?

Yeah, we know the one in
each hand and the feet, but...

I don't mean the crucifixion,
but something earlier.

Your father was
taking your earnings?

Yes. As far as we knew.

You don't play anymore, do you?

- No.
- Why not?

- I can't.
- What do you mean?

We are Christians, we hold
the faith dear. William didn't.

He destroyed this
family. He destroyed us.

He destroyed our trust,

and he... He shamed us.

- This is just about the money?
- Yes.

- But why would that stop you playing?
- When someone has betrayed you like that,

a lot of things cease
to have any value.

God will help us to rebuild
our lives, but it will take time.

And people constantly reminding
us of him will only make it take longer.

Okay.

Now, I'm sorry to ask you this,

but can you see any religious
significance with the nails?

Read your Bible.

I think you'll find
what you want in there.

Thank you.

A nail.

Right through there.

Perfect.

You're not allowed in
here. This is a crime scene.

Officer!

A man just got in
through the back door.

Prick.

If you wanna go, I'd
go. I'm gonna be a while.

"Bow down before the one you serve.
You're going to get what you deserve."

- And this band is called?
- Nine Inch Nails.

These are the lyrics from a
song called Head Like a Hole.

What year is this?

Well, they weren't around
in 1948, that's for sure,

but I searched the
internet for "nine inch nails".

- Mmm, cutting-edge detective work.
- Sharp as a nail.

I came up with 359,000 options.

- It's knife.
- Hmm?

Sharp as a knife.

Hmm.

This is just an angry rant.

That, Grace, is to "describe something
in terms that sum it up precisely".

Hit the nail on the head.

Hit the nail on the head,
"to nail someone down,

"to extract a definite decision or promise
from them, to catch, trap or corner,

"to detect, identify or expose
a lie, a deception", etcetera.

So what are you saying,
these are cryptic killings?

Why use a nail? I mean, it's
such a functional, precise object.

Punishment? Possibly as
a deterrent or retribution?

But by an individual,
not by the state.

It's a long time since we
burnt the tongues of gossips

and chopped off
the hands of thieves.

But we still stone adulterers,
don't we, in some countries?

Only women, actually.

And that's in countries that are run
by the law of God, not the people's law.

Deterrence works as a threat,
and the punishment fits the crime.

- Punishment fits the crime?
- Mmm.

But we were still disciplining and
executing troops in the Second World War.

No, but that's legitimised
state retribution,

it doesn't involve
the use of nails.

Okay, well, you've hit the nail
on the head there, haven't you?

- Hammered it home.
- Sorry?

Morning.

Hi.

We have a name for the
man who spooked Frankie.

I was not spooked.

The car was registered
to a Neil Clayton, aged 59.

Sorry.

I checked out his address but
he doesn't live there any more.

Can I just get this clear,
though? I wasn't spooked.

At the moment, he's
a potential suspect.

Why, because he returned
to the scene of crime?

How many people knew this was a scene of
crime? This hasn't even hit the papers yet.

He can't be a suspect
in the Western murder.

He'd only have been
about three or four in 1948.

Okay, what about the Davis
murder or the Taylor murder?

Why don't we have Taylor exhumed,
Frankie, and see what we can find out?

- Tricky, he was cremated.
- Ah.

These may be totally
unrelated copycat murders.

Yeah, well, they could be.

- Except for one thing.
- What?

Norman Taylor was in
the same regiment and the

same battalion as George
Western during the war.

What about Davis?

No, not Davis, just Taylor.

Okay, now, Brackley
said that Davis mentioned

two men, Martin
Raynor, Johnny Mann.

I want you to see if they've got any files
at the MOD when you go back there, okay?

Right, can't wait.

And when you came
across Taylor's army file,

did it say anything about him
being a conscientious objector?

No. Are we still pursuing that?

Well, I'm keeping an open
mind, you know. I mean,

we'll stick with it a
bit longer until I say...

- We're not going to stick with it.
- Exactly. You see? She knows.

- Yeah?
- Okay, chief.

Well, well, well.

Mr Spook, sorry, Neil
Clayton, has got form.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

Here's the irony. He
used to be a professor of

Criminology at Cambridge
University, no less.

- Used to be?
- Yeah, he's got a suspended sentence

for an attack on one of his students.
Common assault which took place in a pub,

but he first came to notice for stripping
off during a protest on Oxford Street.

I knew he was a prick.

Western and Taylor were in the
Lindfield Regiment, 7th Battalion,

along with Martin
Raynor and Johnny Mann.

Oh, you have been working hard. You know
what, there's no register of their death

- at the family records office.
- So all we need to do is find them.

Yeah. And Boyd wants
a list of everyone who

was in Western's
regiment that's still alive.

Well, this is the list of
those who survived the war.

It's nowhere near as
long as those who died.

- Right, back to the records office.
- Good luck.

I'll start with the A's.

- I'm looking for a Mr Atkinson.
- That's me.

Edward Atkinson?

No, that's my grandfather.
I'm Ian Atkinson.

Right, it's your grandfather
I need to speak to.

Can I help?

Oh, no, it's not about
the shop. DS Silver.

Wow, never met a
DS before. Please.

Thanks.

- George Western, hmm?
- And Norman Taylor.

- I remember them.
- Can you tell me anything about them?

I fought beside them in Africa.

Do you know anything
about their backgrounds?

Bits and pieces.

Western got married,
had a son, Terrence,

- and I think he died.
- And Norman Taylor?

Country boy. Born in a little
village just outside Chelmsford.

Does the name William
Davis mean anything to you?

No.

And do you know anyone who would
wish them harm, Western and Taylor?

No.

Do you remember Johnny
Mann, Martin Raynor?

Yes.

- Do you know where they are now?
- No, I'm sorry.

What are you hiding
from me, Mr Atkinson?

I've had a long life, my dear.

And I've seen things
that you wouldn't believe.

So, there's a lot that I'm hiding
from you, and the rest of the world.

But you wouldn't be interested.

Edward Atkinson knew of
Western, Taylor, Raynor and Mann.

- And?
- That's it. Couldn't tell me anymore.

But he didn't remember anyone
having a grudge against any of them.

- Okay, Jehovah's Witnesses and Quakers.
- Mmm-hmm, what about them?

I want you to find out if any of those
men were of that religious persuasion.

- Okay, why?
- Because, Mel...

since 1652, Quakers
have practised non-violence

to effect social and
religious change.

It's the same with
Jehovah's Witnesses.

But they wouldn't have
signed up in the first place.

- Boyd.
- Precisely. Hang on.

But they might have upset
somebody by being there.

- Okay.
- Yeah? Yeah.

The MOD memo is a forgery. Okay.

I mean, it's a reasonable
forgery, but it's not outstanding.

Whoever did this used
a period typewriter,

and the paper's old,
but it's not that old.

It's been dipped in coffee. And the MOD
heading is courtesy of a LaserJet printer,

- certainly not period.
- That's very good.

Adam Western was supposed to have
found this in his grandfather's belongings.

Why wasn't this checked?

Well, I think we should
get Adam Western in, yeah?

Yeah, wipe that
smirk off his face.

- DS Jordan.
- DS Silver.

The MOD memo that kick-started
this investigation was a fake.

- I want a lawyer.
- Why? Have you done something wrong?

- It's my right.
- People like you come in

and always say the
same damn thing.

I don't give a shit
about your rights!

Now, you start by
telling me the truth.

- I faked the memo.
- Ah!

I thought it was a good way
to get the case re-opened.

Well, you were spot-on,
son, weren't you?

My grandfather's killer went free
because none of you lot could be bothered

- to investigate his murder.
- Is that what you think?

My grandmother
committed suicide,

my father was so screwed up by it he
spent the whole of his life on medication.

I need to know what
happened. I need answers!

Your needs don't interest me
one little bit. Lock him up overnight.

The one on the left
is his grandfather. We

think the other one
could be Martin Raynor.

He's also been on the internet talking to
someone about Raynor and Johnny Mann.

Yeah, but we don't know who
and neither does he, or so he says.

Well, get that computer over to colonic
irrigation and see what they come up with.

Sir, you've got a visitor.

- Uh, Mr...
- Boyd.

Yes, Boyd. I wondered how
the investigation was going.

It's going as well as can be
expected, thank you, Mr Brackley.

And if there's anything I can
tell you, I promise that I will.

- Thank you.
- Right.

Boyd, the fishmonger's in the photograph,
it still exists. Belongs to a Derek Raynor.

Okay.

Yeah, that's my Uncle Martin. Don't
know who the other bloke is, though.

- Is he still alive, your uncle?
- Yeah, he's staying in a nursing home.

Summerfields, it's
called. 47, Camley Way.

Camley Way. Thank you.

Oh, ask for Martin Peterson,
though, he's changed his name.

- Why would he do that?
- So Auntie Doreen couldn't find him.

- Sorry. Members only.
- Oh. No, I'm with the police.

Forensics. Making
enquiries into a murder.

- Anybody seen a dead body round here?
- Only old Joe.

Not so much of the old.

- Yeah, um, in the 1960s.
- You're talking about Norman Taylor.

Someone did a bizarre act of
carpentry on him. It's club legend.

Right, and does club legend hazard a guess
at who might have murdered him or why?

- Somebody who didn't like him.
- Right.

Well, do you mind if
I have a look round?

- Help yourself.
- Thanks.

Hello. I'm Nurse Ramsey.

- Do you want to come through?
- Thanks.

Ooh, I do like a
man with a beard.

This is Mr Peterson.
- Thank you.

Mr Peterson,
we're police officers.

We're making enquiries into the
murder of George Western in 1948.

We understand you
were in the army together.

You did know him, didn't you?

- Martin.
- Thank you.

This is you and him, 1942.

Do you remember
that photo being taken?

Do you know the circumstances
of George Western's death?

Can you tell us why anyone
would want to murder him?

Does the name Norman
Taylor mean anything to you?

What about a William Davis?

Leave it alone!

Just leave it alone!

Please, maybe you
should leave now.

- I felt sorry for him.
- Because he's dying?

- No, because of the way he's living.
- Brain's still working, though, isn't it?

She won't find anything under
there except a load of old newspapers.

Thought you'd be lucky, mate.

Can you shine
that down the hole?

In the sight of the Lord.