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Do you see yourself as a maverick,
Detective Superintendent Boyd?

The Cold Case Investigation Unit
is a hybrid flower, Boyd, and exotic.

It takes a lot of expensive care
and maintenance.

What might have been neglected
in its development is...pruning.

I'm proud of my unit's achievements.

The idea is that you listen to us.

The unit you run can only enter
premises with a legal warrant

like every other police office.
That was six months...

I've suggested your unit
be absorbed into my division...

so I can keep an eye on you.
Ah-ha.

For now, Sir Martin says he will
consider the options open to him.

The alternative could well be
a formal disciplinary hearing.

Couldn't get a word in.
What's the worst? Unit taken over.

Just gotta wait and see.

You were tactful and consolatory,
humble? Frankie...you know me.

Yep, we do know you. Don't worry,
I'm sure he was charm itself.

'Ere, Mick!

Boyd? Mm-hm.

We've had a call about a demolition
site in Kennington.

AMIP aren't attending, they've been
told we are. Who told them that?

Don't know.

SIRENS WAIL

Hi. So, why've we got this?

It's cold. An uninvestigated
case doesn't mean it's cold.

It's a case. Come on, Mel. Or have
you made other plans for today?

I've got a lunch. We don't
want it apparently. What?

It takes ages to get into these.
I'm not ruining Frankie's day.

It was discovered at 10.15am.

CID had barely had it a morning
before they hand it over to us.

What are you thinking? About that
woman who doesn't stop talking.

Who's that? You know...

Assistant Commissioner Dyson.

Hey, let us know when we can
come in, won't you, Frankie?

I mean, don't forget us out here(!)

SHE GROANS

OK, Boyd!
What is it, some old sewer site?

Can we get out of here? I'd like
you all to get out of here.

I'm not touching anything!
I mean it. Clear the area.

Get everyone to turn off
their mobiles and radios
then see what's under the car.

What are you talking about?

What is it?
Well, I think it's a bomb.

Don't you think we
should call the bomb squad?

If we call do, we won't have a
crime scene. This is a crime scene?

Well, he didn't fix a bomb under the
car and die of boredom, did he(?)

Spence! Boyd, I can handle it!
You can handle it...

I did a course. Can you guarantee
you can make that safe?

I can make it safe. Make what safe?
Tell uniform to clear the area.

Don't tell him why.
Keep it low key.

I'm not sure about this
Frankie, it's a huge risk.

To my life? I'm responsible. I found
your caring and sharing side(!)

What if I was to say there was
a big red digital clock in there

and we don't have time
to call anyone out. What's going on?

There's shopping under the car.
She means a bomb.

It's OK, she did a course.
I never said I passed.

HE SIGHS

You all right, there?

Keep talking to me, Frankie.

Frankie?

Keep talking to me, Frankie?
You shouldn't be there, Boyd.

You don't think I'd leave
you at a time like this?

OK, here's a question for you.

I've got red, blue or green,
which one would you cut?

Are you serious?

Eh?

Frankie?

Frankie?!

Frankie!

SHE EXHALES
Must have guessed right.

Don't do that to me again.

OK, you brave ones.

You can never repay me.
Well, you insisted on doing it.

I said we'd have no forensics left
if there was a controlled explosion.

I don't want the unit taken over
either. There are no coloured wires.

OK, so we're looking at
two possible murder scenes here...

How could you do that to me?

The death of the guy in the car
and the intended victim of the bomb.

We need to establish why this didn't
blow. You know how the driver died?

Give me a chance. She's been busy.
He could've had a heart attack.

Yeah, but it's a potential crime
scene. Now it's a cold case, yeah?

Well, it's an old case.

And it's ours, and that's the point,
isn't it?

And we've been given it, yeah?

That was a terrible thing to do.

Why on earth did you do that?

Detonators need a power source,
and they haven't built the batteries

that last for twenty years.

You cow. Cruel.
You're crazy, Frankie.

HE CHUCKLES

TRAIN CLATTERS CLOSEBY

TRUCK REVERSING SIREN BEEPS

Hi. Hi.

Don't you think that taking
this case without any referral
would be a red rag to a bull.

Assistant Commissioner Dyson would
not be a bull in that analogy.

No, no, she'd be a cow. Hmm.

No, they wanted us to do
the case, so we've taken it.

Without telling them
what sort of case it is?

We have no idea what sort of case
it is. We know what we mean.

Should I call the anti-terrorist
bunch. Branch. Branch.

Nothing to do with me.

That would be a demonstration that
the Cold Case Unit is the luxury

that Assistant Commissioner Dyson
likes to make out it is.

No, no, no, no.

We'll do the case.

Oh, yeah.

DS Spencer Jordan.

I'd like a registered owner,
please?

Oscar, yankee, whisky,
four, seven, eight, romeo.

A brown, Rover 2000 saloon.

Yep, OK... Right great.
Hold on a sec.

Let me just get myself ready.
Hold on a minute.

OK, fire away.

Hello?

Hi, it's Dr Wharton from CCHQ.

Yeah, cold case.

I need the duty pathologist, please.

Thank you.

That's great. Thanks, Spence, bye.

Right,
the car was registered in June 1979

to a Richard George Mandeville
Hackworth, 42, Inweir Mansions, W1.

So, I'll chase up Hackworth.
No need to.

Why?

He's dead. What?

You children know nothing, do you?

Who was he? You're kidding me.

No, I'm serious, who was he? "Who
was he"? You've gotta be kidding.

Grace - Richard Hackworth?
Home Secretary, early '80s.

Politician, Conservative government.
Look him up. Get pictures.

Why? It was his car.

What were you doing? How could you
not know that? Boyd, I was three.

OK.

Hackworth carried his military
background into the Home Office.

He stood against the hunger strikes
and he's credited with increasing

the SAS in Northern Ireland.
Was he an Irish terrorist?

Well, I'd say he was
a male in his early twenties.

No, the point is Boyd, do we care?
We only do cases because we care.

Oh, that's not what I mean.
That's an interesting point though.

Only bring me cases that I have
an emotional attachment to?

Do we care enough to risk our
careers? Can you believe that one?

It's a career issue now, is it?
21st century police, sod the truth!

If this is Irish terrorism
then it belongs somewhere else.

You're questioning my authority?
If that's the way you see it.

Car's in the workshop
when we're ready, yeah?

What's wrong? The car belonged to a
former Home Secretary. No kidding!

New tyres, five-K on the clock.
DS Silver.

How did he get it nicked
with all that security? Find out.

I'm waiting. Scotland Yard want to
talk to Dr Foley. Put it through!

Are you questioning my authority?!

PHONE RINGS
Grace Foley.

You realise the consequence.

Do you?

HE SIGHS

The Home Secretary has official
cars? It must be a family vehicle.

That's what I thought. ..Sir! Yeah.
Maybe the target was his wife.

Security around the Home Secretary
would have been high.

Kill the wife. Yeah.

Shocked? Yes, I am. Well,
it's brutal but that's the idea.

No no, not about that. I've just
had a phone call from the Assistant
Commissioner's office.

As a result of your informal
review, the Metropolitan Police

have decided they would like
a psychological profile on you.

Go on. And, in their wisdom,
they've decided as the Home Office

already have a psychologist
working in the unit, she would
be best placed to do the report.

It's clever, isn't it?
And they win either way.

Either I do a report and say that
you're off your rocker, or I don't.

And if I don't... They accuse
you of doing a whitewash.

What are you going to do? It was
made clear that I have no choice.

We've got to sit down, work
something out and it'll be fine.

You can write what they want
but I'm not talking about me, OK?

Grace, could you come here?
Mel has some issues.

I think we should clear this up
once and for all. All right, Mel?

This is Irish terrorism.
It could be.

I don't care about a dead terrorist
and we shouldn't be doing this.

We shouldn't be doing this as
I'm jeopardising her career. ..Yes?

Chris Reed, duty forensic
pathologist. What is this place?

It's like Deep Space Nine! Very,
er, Nikita, d'ya know what I mean?

Healed fracture to the right ulna.
Can I call you Frankie? Yeah, sure.

So, er, Cold Case Unit.
I never knew there was one.

I wanted to do general medicine,
but my bedside manner let me down.

How was he found? I thought
it best we waited for you.

He was sitting upright
in a car in a locked garage.

There was an explosive device under
the car that hadn't detonated.

We reckon the corpse is...
Twenty years old. Twenty years old.

You don't need me to tell you his
appearance is consistent with that.

You don't need me any more do you?
No. Thanks, Boyd.

So, soft tissue's entirely absent.

I once a meningioma left inside an
old skull, it rattled like a pea.

A tumour virtually calcified. This
caught my attention, have a look.

Just in there, see?

Oh, my God.

Lady Hackworth died in 1993.
What about children, secretaries,
his, hers, housekeeper's?

Any staff, office or domestic.
I'm not discussing a profile of me!

We can win this game if we do it
together. I don't want to play.

Look, if we don't cooperate you'll
only confirm their opinion of you.

If this was a routine assessment
we would sit down talk

about labels people apply to you
and then you would tell me what
you think. They're crap.

Risk taker? No. Thrill seeker? No.
Someone who calculates risk?

Someone who's arrogance is really
confidence. Oh, Grace, please...

Someone who feels
responsible for their unit... I do!

..And plays a nurturing role.
It's Frankie. Oh, please, enough!

(Doesn't like nurturing.)

Thanks, Boyd. Dr Reed has observed
a defect in a lumber vertebra.

Look can you see? I can. Where it's
been nicked. Not nicked as in...

No, no, it's like a, um...
Like a shallow groove.

Exactement, shallow groove.

Not to be confused with
the movie of nearly the same name.

Well, it could possibly be a bullet.

The groove is pointing downwards,
so if you were to trace it back

it could've been a bullet
through the upper thorax. A shot...

that would've gone right
through the heart. Possibly. OK.

'OK, so the seat's gone.'

Gone where?
Body fluids, that's where.

Eurgh.

What else?

Yeah, Frankie? I didn't
understand it at first. What?

I opened the boot at the scene and
found these. Telephone directories.

I think he had a briefcase.
Briefcase.

I think the killer had a briefcase.

He put the phonebooks in the case,
he put the case on the back seat
and it took the bullet.

And then,

He emptied the case into the boot
to look for the bullet.

He removed the slug
and left with the case. Why take it?

Maybe it had a personal engraving.
We could've traced it back. Exactly.

Is there a bullet hole in one
of these? No no no, there doesn't
have to be. Think about it.

Once a bullet has gone
through a body and then a seat,

it's not going to have much
energy left in it. It might not
have gone into the case.

I thought it deflected once it hit
its target. Not at point blank.

It only nicked the spinal column.
So, he leant in through the door...

If he was right-handed,
he wouldn't want a high angle,

because then the bullet
could've ricocheted anywhere.

GUN FIRES

Bang.

I'll look for DNA, but he was
a clever bugger and he cleaned up.

He shoots a guy
and recovers the bullet even though
the car's going to blow up.

The victim would've been
written off as a terrorist bomber

who's blown himself up
so there'd be no murder enquiry.

Frankie, do you know why
the bomb didn't go off at the time?

No, I'm working on that.
And when it didn't,

why didn't he come back?
Well, maybe he didn't know or...

Or he might not have been
the bomber and he didn't wanna come
back to what was a live device.

I wanted one of these in yellow,
you know that? You are so sad.

Canary yellow.
SPENCE CHUCKLES

Have you ever done
any anti-terrorist work? Yes.

We used to call terrorism the crime
that dares to speak its name.

Shout it in fact. Terrorist cases
are open and shut, aren't they?

From a psychologist's
point of view. Not like me.

"Do you feel you need to be
the one to voice up for those..."

I want you to answer the questions
in there.

"Pond's Multiphasic Test". It's
a self-report, there are others.

But you picked
the one with the most pompous name.

How about "Gannison's
Personality Assessment"?

Do we really have to? Yes.
"You have always had trouble
with keeping friends."

It's a dead man I care about. Why
can't I get it through to you?

It's designed to measure
how you think, feel and behave.

Fill it in as best as you can and
then we'll go through it together.

It's like being at school, isn't it?
Go on, back to your class.

Thank you, Miss.

Why didn't you tell me
that Duncan Sanderson

was blown up around the same time
that Hackworth's Rover went missing?

Thank you. Duncan Sanderson
was a prominent Conservative MP

who was murdered in London
when his car blew up close
to the Palace of Westminster.

It was widely assumed that he had

been a victim of an Irish
Nationalist terrorist group. IRA?

Well, not necessarily.

There were other terrorist groups
active then.

The Met launched a huge enquiry,
there were no arrests,

and after five years, the case
was declared cold and shelved.

He was the most important MP
to be murdered in this way.

There you are.
The ultimate cold case.

Why? Why what?

Why was the case shelved? We'd have
to ask the Anti-Terrorist Unit...

We haven't alerted them to this
enquiry, so when we ask questions...

They wouldn't have shredded
all their files.

Let's get the Sanderson files in,
Mel? Fine. You up for that?

Happy now?

Do you know how you use a clock
to detonate a bomb? No. Tell me?

Obviously, you have twelve choices
and most bombers choose midnight.

Now, the hands close together,
completing a circuit.

And then they touch
because you've bent them like so.

Mm, so why didn't this one go off?

Well, these hands are
micro-coated in a clear plastic

and the bomber didn't seem
to know that, so he didn't sand them.

Mm, can I have a look? Yeah, sure.

What did they used to say
when you landed at Belfast?

"Welcome to Belfast,
turn your clocks back 50 years."

HE CHUCKLES TO HIMSELF

I never thought of you as
a thrill-seeker, you know, Frankie.

You should make
an appointment with Grace.

Did you say Gerald Doyle?

Yeah, he rented the garage in 1979.

Lived at an address in Camden.

The previous owner died,
but the lawyers, who were doing
the probate, gave me records.

Gerald Patrick Doyle.

Date of Birth 18.08.59
was reported missing...

January '80.

Bingo.

'Gerald Doyle... '.

Boyd is unhappy, cos he thinks
we're stereotyping him because
he's got an Irish-sounding name.

He did have a bomb under the car.
And also it wasn't his car.

How many terrorists
have a double-first from Oxford?
Post-graduate degree in Belfast.

Oh, well that's
the explanation then, isn't it?

Why don't you say something?
"Terrorism shouts it name"?

As a political logic. No matter
how much we may deplore it.

So what's the logic here, then?

Thanks very much.

The Doyle family haven't lived here
since '83. The last forwarding
address is in Bushey Heath.

When did they start living here?
Early '60's.

This is an Irish neighbourhood. No,
that's Kilburn. This is overspill.

Right, so he must have
gone to school here. Yeah.

Low-income household. State school.

In this catchment area,
there can only be, one...two?

One or two. OK. Thanks, guys.

A boy from the 1970s?

My wife told me I'd aged here, I
didn't know things were that bad.

I didn't necessarily
mean that you would've known him.

We wondered whether you might have
some archives we could look at.

'Leonardo De Vinci.

'Scientist, artist and inventor...'

SCHOOL BELL RINGS

Good morning, sir. Good morning.

I'm looking for Mr Joseph Doyle.
You've found him.

Do you think we could talk please?
What about? About your son.

I don't have a son, any more.

I'd still like to talk to you,
if possible. You'd better come in.

Thank you. Morning.

Morning.

My son hasn't been in contact
over the last twenty years.

Maraid, I just want to talk
to these officers.

No, if this is Mrs Doyle then...
It's about Gerald.

Maybe we could sit down somewhere?

Gerald Doyle, this one.

Ah.

Wait a minute, he might well have
been on the trek. What's the trek?

The school did an expedition each
year, and that was always followed

by an illustrated talk,
you know, the next term?

You might have more pictures?
Well, it's possible. Great.

Your son was reported
missing in 1981. By us.

Had he been in touch with you
until the time that he disappeared?

Never been out of touch,
even in Ireland.

Why did he go to Ireland? To study.

Are you both Irish?

No my wife's Irish, I'm English.

We met when I was stationed
in Belfast. Have you found him?

Possibly. He's dead, I suppose
he's dead, you haven't said.

You haven't found him alive,
have you?

We found a body that
could be your son's. I'm so sorry.

SHE SOBS

Ssh, ssh, ssh.

Ready? Yeah.

Er, where was that taken?

Snowdonia, somewhere like that.

Could we scan these onto a CD?

Yes, of course.

He got his head turned at University.

Was that his first involvement
in politics?

Well, he got obsessed with
the idea of how things used to be.

Do you mind if I, er...
No, please. Please. Thanks.

May I ask,
Mrs Doyle, are you a protestant?

My wife is a Catholic and Gerald was
brought up in his mother's faith.

Was there ever any conflict between
you and your son politically?

Not until he went to University.

He was to have gone into the army.

He'd been head boy at his school,
and captain of football.

And cricket, he was wonderful at
sport. And this is he, yes? Yes.

He was fine
until he went to Belfast,

and then he came back
full of silly ideas.

Such as? He wanted to know
about the start of the troubles.

He stopped talking to me
and went to his mother.

He asked her how it was that
her family couldn't get a house.

Another time he told her Catholics
couldn't vote in the North

because the vote was on the rates,

and you had to have a house and
so Catholics couldn't get houses.

I said,
"Gerald this isn't your life.

"Your life is here.
This is England.

"It's her past, but it's
not your future." Excuse me.

I think that we should...
May I? Please do.

I said, "Your Republican friends
are criminals and murderers."

Did you ever
get to meet any of these friends?

Oh, he didn't bring them home.

It's wonderful
that you've kept his things.

He was my only son.

At least now
he'll get to have a wake.

You wanted to know about Gerald.

He was quiet.

And thoughtful, you'd get that
from his diaries, be hard to know
what he was thinking.

He kept diaries?

Aye, journals he called them.

Could I have a look at them? Aye.

Excuse me.

A lot of diaries. Aye.

Bit heavy, I'll put them here.

Thank you. Who's this?

Oh, that's Gerald's girlfriend,
Eileen.

Is this the George Cross?

My husband got that for helping
some men out of a submarine,

don't tell him that I told you. No.

Gosh, how extraordinary.

Now, we're by ourselves,
can you tell us how you found him?

I can't tell you that yet,
I'm afraid.

What I need to know is

what he was doing in the period
before he disappeared.

Well, we never saw him
after January 1980.

Was he living at home? Yes,
we were in Orchard Grove, Camden.

Did he travel to
Ireland during that time?

No, no, he didn't.

I thought he was
finished with all that.

What was he doing in London, then?

He was working for someone.
Do you know who?

So you don't know
what he was doing then?

He didn't tell me.

To do a proper identification
I'll need a DNA swab...

..preferably from Mrs Doyle, would
that be all right? Of course.

I suppose it was her DNA that got
him into whatever he did get into.

Gerald Doyle was a bit
of a star at school.

This book was in the his mother
made for him after they moved.

What is strange about his book?
Photographs have been cut out.

The photographs of Duncan Sanderson
have been sliced out.

That's weird. Mel, I want
a digest of the press coverage

of Duncan Sanderson's murder.

There's a terrible amount
of conflict in that family.

Gerald Doyle is brought
up the son of the hero...

Yeah, his dad won
the George Cross for bravery.

Son rebels? Bit too soon to start
thinking in such easy terms.

What I'm saying is, he's brought up
to follow his father's lead,

and then discovers everything
his father's repressed. Being what?

Joe Doyle takes a Catholic girl
away from Northern Ireland,

Gerald back there and looks
into his mother's background.

That's a political analysis.

A psychological analysis might be
how he viewed his father's life.

You don't know anything about that.
I will when I've read the diaries.

Who claimed the murder
of Sanderson? Everybody claimed
everything in those days.

That's what we need, yeah? OK.

Not this psychobabble
that Gladys is on about.

All right, Mel? Yeah. Yeah?

These were written to be read.

That makes it unusual for a piece
of writing(!) You know what I mean.

Just listen to this.
"Friday 10th May.

"As this week goes by with
its fresh chapter of atrocities
committed by the British state,

"I spend more time
thinking about the struggle

"that has occupied the Irish people
since the 17th century..."

GERALD: "Never before has the need
to end this colonial oppression
been more strongly felt.

"After 300 years of suffering
and subjection, now is the time
for decisive action."

Seems to have adopted
something of the prose style

of Winston Churchill, hasn't he?

May have adopted the prose,
but not the politics.

I'll get Frankie to look at these.
See if they were written

..over a long period or not. Yep.

This is very strange.
Stick your neck out.

Well,
there all so beautifully laid out.

It's...there's not a mistake
not a crossing out.

They're either the work
of a perfectionist...

..or, they're fake.

How many years have we got?
Six.

OK, well...

Obviously ink analysis will
tell us how many inks we've got.

As you can see,
there's only two colours.

But only two inks would
make me very suspicious.

Why's that?

Although...

..there are other ways
of looking at things.

Like what? These red sections.

I'll leave you to it, then.

OK?

See you later.

Bye!

PHONE RINGS

Yep.

Whose address is
42 Inweir Mansions, London W2.

That's Hackworth's address
where the Rover was stolen from.

'Oh, my God, are you absolutely sure
about that?' Yeah.

'You need to come back.' Why?

'Just get the others and come round
to the lab as soon as you can.' OK.

OK, well he's used what's called
the Vigenere code, and this is it.

Now, every code needs a key word.

After several attempts I found
that it was Doyle, D-O-Y-L-E.

Take the first letter of Doyle, D,
with the first letter of this line
of the red section which is Q.

You go from D along to Q,
take it up it's an N,
so that's your first letter.

Second letter of Doyle is O.

First letter of the second line here
is W, you go from O to W and up,
you get an I.

As I carried on, I found
that it was a phone number.

OK, do you want to take this down?

9-4-6-0-0-0-9, it must be London.

Seven digits. Yeah.

And then there's an address
with it as well which is
4, Leyton Mews, W2.

Wow.
I don't know what to say Frankie.

Say something about
bloody scientists. You usually do.

The Leyton Mews address
is still occupied by the same
individual who was there in 1979.

The phone number's the same apart
from the addition of the new code.

'Alice...Taylor-Garret.'

Forty one, forty two...

Number six.

Five.

Four, right.

Needs some paint. Shall I?

Go ahead.

Hi, I'm Detective Sergeant Silver.

This is my colleague,
Detective Superintendent Boyd.

Are you Miss Alice Taylor-Garret?
Yes.

May we come in for word?
Thank you.

Er, would you like to go upstairs.

Yeah, thanks.

How long have you lived here
Miss...is it Miss or Mrs? Er, Miss.

I've lived here since 1976.

What do you do for a living?

I'm a personal assistant,
to a business gentleman.

Is he in this line of business.

Yes, he's in antiques.
He lives abroad.

I don't now what you want with me.
Why are you here?

Do you know this man?

No.

Would you come to our offices?
I would like to talk to you more.

You're not here because
you're in any sort of trouble.

You're here because
I want you to help us.

I don't know what you want.

I think you do recognise this man.

I want to know how you know him.
I don't know him.

Your address was found
in his notebook in a way
that suggests that he knew you.

What's happened to him? Is he dead?

Yes, he's dead.

I'd like you to tell us a little
about your background, please.

Where were you born?

Why won't you listen to me?
I don't know him.

Mrs Taylor-Garret... Miss.

Miss, sorry, Miss...

Miss Taylor-Garret,
this man we think was a terrorist.

Can you think of any reason
why he had your address? No, none.

Do you have any Irish connections?

Can you think of any reason why you
should be known to this individual?

HE GROANS

Do you have a car? No.

Have you ever rented
or loaned out your garage?

This is very important,
Miss Taylor-Garret.

I'm investigating the death
of this man 20 years ago!

Boyd, she's fragile... All right!
She's not the guilty one.

I need to know how it happened.
Why, if he was a terrorist?

If he's dead then good, why do you
need to know what happened to him?

I want you to think
about what we've asked you.

Reflect carefully. See if you can
remember. Someone who knew you.

Someone who borrowed your garage.
Perhaps you hardly knew them!

Perhaps you have forgotten! They're
all dead, they've been judged.

Death's an end. That politician,
he died. I wanna go home now.

I'll show you out.
No. it's all right, thank you.

DOOR CLOSES

HE SIGHS

Well...
You couldn't hold her.

I know.

'Looking back at my father's career
taught me the value of not flinching

'from a political opinion
because it might be unpopular.'

'The security challenges we face
today will haunt us forever...

'...unless we meet them
with firmness and resolve.

REPORTER: 'A devastating explosion
in an underground car park

'near the Houses of Parliament.

'A car being driven by the leading
politician Duncan Sanderson

'was destroyed in an attack
believed to be the work

'of an Irish terrorist group.'

HE SIGHS

REPORTER:
'Joining me is Timothy Cooper,
a former intelligence officer.

'Major Cooper,
many thanks for speaking to us.

'You believe there are many
questions unanswered? Yes, I do.

'The story of Duncan Sanderson's
death has never been told.

'When I worked in Northern Ireland,

'we had a close contact with various
terrorists groups and their actions,

'and for there to be no arrests
after the death of Duncan Sanderson,

'that speaks volumes.
You're making insinuations...

'Sanderson was to take over in
Northern Ireland in a big shake up.

'Not only in Northern Ireland,
but also here at home. Now.

'I'm being told that
we have to leave it there for now.

'Your book is coming out shortly.

'We'll have to wait and see...'

Doyle's girlfriend from before
he left home has agreed to see me.

Great.

Take Spence.
OK.

DOOR CLOSES

I haven't seen Gerald in 20 years.

We just thought you could help us.
How? 20 years.

We're interested in how he was,
20 years ago.

Why? Is he dead?

You said we were having a drink,
I thought we were having a drink.

No, we're gonna meet this guy.

I wanna know if he's a fantasist
or not. I'm not Mystic Meg.

I know you're not, but I wanna know.

Timothy Cooper. Timothy Cooper.

Sanderson was getting a Northern
Ireland job, he had an agenda.

What d'you mean? Duncan Sanderson's
death, was it false flag?

Can you explain "false flag"?

Apparently an operation by
one country, but actually carried
by another. Makes things deniable.

Makes things bloody untraceable.

So the British Government
could do anything masquerading
as a terrorist group? Yeah.

Like a magician. Misdirect the eye.

Are you talking about
our security services.

Well, nobody was arrested.

You've found something, haven't you?

Er...
BOYD SIGHS

Perhaps.

You don't even know
what you're looking for.

Do you know what
cover within cover means?

Whoever it was
acting outside regular control.

He had cover, but he bought himself
extra protection.

He created another layer of cover.

Within the first layer.
Cover within cover.

Unpeel a layer of an onion
and you've got another layer.

You're a shrink, aren't you?

No, no, there's one or two
things we ought to get clear here.

When I left the army in 1985,
the Ministry of Defence in response

to my disclosures made out
that I was mentally ill.

They spiked my drink at a function.

I was arrested for violent conduct.
It was a set up.

I had a mental breakdown when
I was 58, but I'm over that now.

Anyway, these are things you can
find out about me any old time.

What's this? More cold cases.

Four people,

hunted down in response
to the murder of Sanderson.

Were they involved?
Misdirect the eye.

You're in a parallel world,
Detective Superintendent.

You're in a wilderness of mirrors.

You make sure you do what
Duncan Sanderson forgot to do.

What's that? Watch your back.

Phew...

Right, get the heater on.

So no-one was arrested
for these either?

Not according to him.

Oh, my God.

It would've been warmer
to talk in here, you know?

Yeah it would...

..wouldn't it?

OK, see you tomorrow.

I'm sorry about meeting you
here but, I'm married now.

It's fine, we understand.
There you go. Thanks.

Gerald, my first real love.

He wrote me that letter.

"You'll understand that I had to
risk my life for what I believe".
He was dumping me.

We'd been planning to get married.

Was this while he was doing
his post-graduate in Belfast?

Did you ever see him again? Never.

Did you blame his mother for the
change he seemed to go through.

I blamed Joe, his father.
He was always so hard on him.

We need to hold on to this for
a while, OK? What happened to him?

We'll let you know as soon as
we have more information.

It's all yours, Frankie. Thanks.

HIGH-PITCHED BEEPING

HIGH-PITCHED BEEPING

CONTINUOUS BEEP

There is a source of radio
transmission in there somewhere.

What? I am not
dismantling your car for you.

Why because it's carefully built in?
We know who we're dealing with.

Do we? Yeah.

Frankie, would you do me a favour?

Would you check underneath for me,
please?

Anything?

No, you're all right.

So it's OK? Yup.

OK, thank you.