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You hated it.

No, it was good.

I didn't quite get all of
the plot, and it was too long

and really noisy,
but it was quite good.

There you go, Granddad.

OK, so the babysitter's fine.

I've got... wow!
Two whole hours.

- Drink?
- Bite to eat?

Come on.

Excuse me.

Not much choice with
the white wine, I'm afraid.

Who cares?

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Shit!

Must be a power cut.

Right.

We need to talk about the tape.

I know all about it.

I know what's on it...

and I'm going to get hold of it.

I'm going to get to the truth

because I was brought up to
believe in truth and decency

and justice and all that stuff.

It's just the way I am.

Love makes madmen of us all.

Isn't that what they say?

Thanks, Alan.

It was nice.

Nice?

Look, maybe next time
we do go for a meal?

Yeah, I'd like that.

Night, Annie.

Annie?

Can you get the
babysitter to stay longer?

Yeah.

There's a major incident.

I'll drive.

Holiday chalet. The
victim was renting it.

Body was found by the caretaker.

He came to check the victim
was OK after the power went down.

His name's Martin Soames.

He found the body but...

He traipsed all over
the place in the dark.

Yeah. It's a very
compromised crime scene.

Tariq, do you have
an ID for us yet?

Victim was using a hired car.

His name's Matthew Barber,
33. Lives in London, journalist.

Boss, crime scene's ready.

Well, we don't need
Pathology for time of death.

The power went down at
9:15. We were in the pub.

What time did the
caretaker find him?

9:45. But how do you know
it was after the power went?

Candle on the floor.
Must've fallen in the struggle.

We'll do our best with trace
evidence, but it's messy.

Boss, down here.

There's a computer plug and
battery pack, but no laptop.

No sign of his
phone or wallet either.

Robbery gone wrong?

There's no sign of forced entry.

Looks like we've found
the murder weapon.

OK. Check it for prints,
but let's not hold our breath.

We've got a bit of a bipolar killer.
Desperate struggle, serious violence,

but he still had the presence of
mind to clean the murder weapon

and ransack the
victim's personal effects.

Just stop there, please, sir.

Boss.

The victim's father's outside.

- Jack Barber.
- What?

The guy who's running
for Police Commissioner?

You know him?

We passed in the
night, career-wise.

But everyone admired
Jack Barber from a distance.

Can I help you, sir?

Well, yes, I hope so.

Uh, my son is
staying at that chalet.

My name's DCI Alan Banks.

This is my colleague, DS Cabbot.

There's been a major incident.

Major incident?

Is my son...?

I can't seem to get hold of
him. His phone's gone dead.

That's all I can say for now.

I'm sure you'll
understand, Mr. Barber.

Why don't you go home?

We'll call you as
soon as possible.

Yes, yes, of
course, I understand.

You couldn't have
done anything else.

We can't give him
special treatment.

Poor man.

- Oi! Hey! Wait!
- What's that?

- Stop the car! Stop! Police!
- Come on.

What's he playing at?

- Number plate?
- Too much spray, I can't see.

I still can't see. Left
hand tail light's broken.

Annie, careful.

- Annie!
- Shit!

Annie!

What are you playing at?
You could have killed yourself.

- We've lost a suspect.
- You've got a young child.

I'm a cop. Not your girlfriend.

Alan?

- Alan?
- Morning.

Sorry about last night.
I got carried away.

My fault. You were being a
police officer and I'm sorry.

I wasn't thinking straight.

Come on, then.
Do your bloke thing.

Compartmentalize.

- Morning, team.
- Ah, morning, boss.

DS Cabbot.

Matthew Barber, London-based,
investigative journalist.

Over the last five years, he's run
exposes of miscarriages of justice,

official corruption,
organized crime groups,

financial impropriety.

This is a man with
a lot of enemies.

We need to get through every
investigation he's worked on.

But it's probably something
he was currently working on.

His computer and phone were
taken, the killer wanted to stop

whatever he'd uncovered
getting out into the public domain.

Maybe it was just plain robbery.
His wallet was also taken.

Mm, that could
be to misdirect us.

Why was Matt Barber
renting a chalet in Yorkshire?

I want every minute of
every hour accounted for.

Where did he go? Who did he see?

Ken, get everyone tasked up.

Usual avenues: friends,
family, work colleagues.

Thanks, everyone.

I understand there was a
motor vehicle incident last night?

Yeah, there was a
car fleeing the scene.

Annie and I pursued,
but we didn't apprehend.

- Did you get a number plate? A make?
- It was a blue-black Merc.

Brake light broken. Left side.

- I was on call, you know.
- It was a foul night, Helen,

and I thought that Ken, Tariq, Annie
and I could handle the crime scene.

I noticed you both logged onto
the case at exactly the same time.

- You have been busy.
- Yes, DI Morton.

DS Cabbot and I went
to the pictures last night.

- Boss?
- Ken?

There's an Elizabeth
Lester here to see you?

- Who?
- Owner of the chalet

Matt Barber was renting.
You asked her to come in.

Yes. Annie, can you
liaise with the Met.

We need to find out about
Matt Barber's London life.

- Helen?
- Yeah.

Miss Lester.

Thank you for agreeing
to come in and see us.

It's awful. Mr. Barber
being murdered like that.

What makes you
think he was murdered?

Martin, Mr. Soames,
the caretaker

who found the body, he told
me. He's in a dreadful state.

We'll need a list of everyone
with access to the chalet

and anyone who's been there
within the last three months.

- Been there yourself in that time?
- Uh, yes?

Then we'll also need your
prints and a DNA sample.

Liz Forbes?

Yes.

I really enjoyed
your first two albums.

They were really good.
I still listen to them.

Oh, thank you.

You haven't recorded
anything since?

I suppose I've outgrown
the music business.

I'm sorry, this might
seem inappropriate,

but the last track
on your first album,

"Dark Eyed Boy",

just as it's fading out,

there... there's a sound,
an instrument that comes in.

Is it a zither?

Uh...

Well, yes. We played it
backwards to get that feeling of...

- Yearning. Loss.
- Yes.

Miss Lester?

My business name.

I have to be discreet.

- Overzealous fans.
- I can imagine.

Thanks, Tariq.

Would you like to sit down
and get your breath back?

I'm sorry. It's just...

- That was Liz Forbes.
- No, never heard of her.

Why am I not surprised?

OK. Look, she was never huge.

But she made two
great albums in the '90s.

Really complex, adult
stuff. Folk, jazz-influenced.

- But more than the sum of the parts.
- I don't understand.

You know that I'm
passionate about music.

Everyone's passionate
about something, Helen.

What are you passionate about?

Punctuality?

- Mr. Barber.
- Alan.

- This is my colleague...
- DI Helen Morton.

It's this way, sir.

OK, sir.

Sir?

It's Matthew.

I last saw Matthew
on Friday afternoon.

About four o'clock.

At the chalet.

Uh, he seemed fine.

Nothing was worrying him.

I didn't notice
anything untoward.

Sir... if you went
to the chalet, then...

Yes, I know. I know.

You'll need finger
prints and a DNA sample.

I'm sorry for your loss, sir.

Thank you.

Alan, there's no need to worry.

I'll not be pressurizing you
for any special treatment.

OK?

So far we've pulled
27 sets of prints.

We've identified some of them.

Matt Barber, cleaning
lady, the caretaker,

- Martin Soames and Liz Forbes.
- Oh, your new girlfriend!

Um, I've got a list of people
who've stayed in the chalet

for the past six months
and I've actioned TIEs.

Helen, Jack Barber,
we'll need a full statement.

Why was his son in Yorkshire?

Also Matt Barber's
personal life?

Girlfriends?
Boyfriends? Whatever.

As for his professional life,

Annie, you and I are
booked on the 8am to London.

I didn't just assign you to
this so that we could be alone.

No one's saying you did.

Except DI Morton. I mean,
I've never seen Spock so tickled.

Respect for your fellow
police officer, please.

She's enjoying this, you know.

Enjoying what exactly?

Making us squirm about
something she thinks is going on,

even though it's
not actually going on.

It doesn't matter if it's going on
or not, people think it is going on.

- Is it?
- Is it what?

Going on?

It's complicated.

Us?

Or Matt Barber's life?

Both.

Mr. Barber's ready for you.

Well, there was the odd
girlfriend, but nothing serious.

No one at present,
as far as I'm aware.

Of course, most of his
friends were in London.

And what about
his professional life?

Well, I'm afraid I
can't help you there.

You see, Matthew was
very discreet about his work.

In some ways we were in
the same line of business,

righting wrongs,
serving justice.

It's the way I brought him up.

And what about his mother?
Would she be able...?

He hasn't seen his
mother in 30 years.

I brought him up by myself.

You see, when he was young I
was really quite worried about him.

He was so little and...

vulnerable.

Was that the last
time you saw your son?

- Friday, 4pm, at the chalet?
- Yes, that's right.

We chatted a little. Um...

Leeds Rhinos, the state
of the nation, my campaign.

Why was he in Yorkshire?

- Well, I live here.
- Yes, but he didn't stay with you.

He came all the way from
London for whatever reason

and he stayed in a chalet.

- Not with you.
- No.

Are we done here?

- Not so much a brick wall as...
- Too many leads.

Matt Barber was busy
with a lot of different things.

We've got everything
here: offshore tax evasion,

legal action against the
police, the John Gaunt case,

- health service outsourcing.
- John Gaunt?

- Where?
- Here.

John Gaunt. John Gaunt.

John Gaunt.

Yeah, here we go. John Gaunt.

He was a guitarist with a
band called The Crystal Kiss.

- Never heard of 'em.
- He was murdered in the late '80s.

- And?
- And...

that... is Liz Forbes.

What drives me is the
same thing that's driven me

through 30 years
of frontline service.

I believe in fairness.
I believe in decency.

I'm not interested in
power for power's sake.

I'm interested in power to
protect us all from organized crime.

At the moment we are
using a 19th century structure

to combat what is a
21st century problem.

The Crystal Kiss released one
single, "Marginal Love", in 1988.

Got to number two in the charts.

Then, while
rehearsing in this house,

this guy, the bassist
Martin Harford,

had a fight with John
Gaunt, the guitarist.

Now, John took a tumble
down the stairs and died.

Martin did five years
for manslaughter.

Crystal Kiss's moment had gone.

- Footnote in pop history.
- Sorry, why is this relevant?

Wasn't our victim
working on lots of projects?

But he was murdered in a chalet
that he was renting from Liz Forbes.

The lovely, fragrant Liz Forbes was
the lead singer of The Crystal Kiss.

Right, so TIEs on the
other two band members:

- Martin Harford, Ian Basset.
- Harford should be easy.

But after the death of John
Gaunt, Ian Basset left the country.

An only child and his parents
died a couple of years ago.

Doesn't matter, I still
want to talk to him,

so pull out all the
stops, please, Ken.

Helen, I want you
to go to Regional HQ.

Seize all the files on
the John Gaunt killing.

Annie, let's go and see
what Liz Forbes has to say.

Actually, I think DS Cabbot
and I should interview Liz Forbes?

Yeah, you should stay
here and hold the fort.

With me, DS Cabbot.

- So, you still live here?
- Well, I don't see it as morbid.

We recorded here. We all dreamed
we'd live and work here as a band.

Well, I did OK from
my solo albums,

so when this house came
up for sale I had to buy it.

I've always loved it here.

"Marginal Love."

Album art for the
Japanese release.

Quite rare, so I'm told.

Did you know Matt Barber
was an investigative journalist,

working on a story
on John Gaunt.

No. No, I didn't know that.

Liz, the day that John
died, what happened?

Uh, we were rehearsing.
The studio used to be up there.

I was with Ian. Martin and John
had an argument. It got out of hand.

Martin hit him, John fell
all the way to the bottom.

He died instantly.

It was an accident.

A dreadful accident.

What were they fighting about?

Oh... I couldn't
really tell you exactly.

I was always, sort of, um,
semi-detached from the band.

You know, brought in to do
the wispy ethereal vocals but...

Oh, those three boys, it was
pretty intense between them.

Love, hate and testosterone.

It's a very...
volatile cocktail.

Ian Basset. Do you
know where he is?

No.

After it happened,
he disappeared.

- You didn't keep in touch?
- No.

I've been reading a lot
of background material,

I know your solo
albums, obviously,

but I always thought
that you and Ian...

Well, Ian was my
first proper boyfriend.

So it was pretty
special at the time,

but, uh, it's 25 years
ago, another life.

That's what being
young's all about, isn't it?

So since then you've
not met anyone?

No one significant.

I think long term relationships
are too complicated.

- Martin Harford? Where is he?
- Poor Martin. He, uh...

Liz, is there something
you want to tell us?

- Where's Martin?
- You've already met him.

There's a lot here, isn't there?

1988. Ancient times.

Bits of paper were
your database back then.

OK?

How come Jack Barber's got
clearance for the police archive?

He's Jack Barber. He
can go where he wants.

Ken?

She's still a really
attractive woman, isn't she?

- Who's that, then?
- Liz Forbes.

Oh.

She's sexy in a
cool, classy way.

Mm-hmm.

I wouldn't blame you
if you still fancied her.

I would, but...

when she's a suspect
in a Cat A enquiry,

kind of one of my turn offs.

And in one leap he was free.

Mrs. Soames?

- Yes?
- DS Annie Cabbot.

DCI Alan Banks. May
we come in, please?

- Yeah. Yeah, of course.
- Thank you.

You'll find him out
the back with the kids.

Bloody hell.

Martin Soames is Martin Harford.

- The caretaker.
- One and the same.

Play by yourselves.

Mr. Soames?

Can we still call
you Martin Harford?

My name's Martin Soames.

Well, we'd like to talk to you

about the death of John Gaunt.

No, I'm not talking about that.

I'm not talking without a
lawyer. I want to see a lawyer.

That's... That's the rules.

Ken?

Found in one of Matt
Barber's jacket pockets.

Receipt from here.
14:56, Tuesday afternoon,

the day he was murdered.

Latte and a pot of tea?
Who was he meeting?

- Already on it.
- Great.

Yeah.

How could I forget? Him and
the other guy had a right argument.

Practically came to blows.
I had to tell them to cool it.

So this other man, do you
remember what he looked like?

Yeah. It was him.

Jack Barber?

He lied to us about the
last time he saw his son.

If he wasn't who he is, we wouldn't
hesitate designating him a suspect.

All right, but Jack Barber is
highly respected on this force,

troops and senior management.

Exactly why we shouldn't
give him special treatment.

Why would he kill his own son?

I don't know, but arguing in public,
there's some issue between them.

And the crime scene, no forced
entry, the victim knew his killer,

and it looks like an
argument that got out of hand.

Ian Basset, the guy who
disappeared from the band.

He got into Hull from
Ostend three days ago.

Before Matt Barber was murdered.
Right, we need to find him. Now.

OK, what we have here

are two separate
lines of inquiry.

Jack Barber and
The Crystal Kiss.

Helen, go carefully
around old man Barber.

He knows the drill and he
still wields a lot of influence.

But we need answers. What
were he and Matt arguing about?

And why did he lie to us?

The Crystal Kiss.

Tariq, get a few pairs of
eyes and go through that lot.

Annie, you're with
me. Martin Soames.

He's on his way
here with his brief.

I've been thinking about you and
me working together and dating.

Are we dating? I
thought we were...

Sunday night, you're gonna
come round to mine for dinner.

You bring the wine. I'll cook.

Right. OK, I think.

- I'll need to get a babysitter.
- Bring the baby.

Right. I'll arrange some...

Bring the travel cot.

"Bring the travel cot." And
they say romance is dead.

Well, let's go and see what
the artist formerly known

as Martin Harford has to say.

Yeah, let's.

DCI Alan Banks, I'm
heading the inquiry

into the death of Matt Barber.

- David Hornby. DS Cabbot.
- Mr. Hornby.

I believe I owe you an apology. The
Olsen case? I was a bit hard on you.

- Shall we?
- Mr. Soames.

After you.

And the Olsen case?
We got the result.

Always the last word.

Twenty-five years ago, my
firm represented Martin Harford

when he confessed to the
accidental killing of John Gaunt.

He's paid his debt.

When he was released from prison,
he changed his name by deed poll

to Martin Soames.

He wanted to build a
new life, all above board.

And my client did
not talk to Matt Barber

about the death of
his friend, John Gaunt.

I don't believe you, Martin.

Unless you can prove whatever
it is you believe, Mr. Banks,

this conversation
is a waste of time.

Matt Barber was
an investigative...

- There's nothing to investigate.
- Martin...

I got into a fight with John because
he wanted to leave the band.

It got out of hand, I lost
my temper and I lashed out.

Sounds like the
death of Matt Barber.

What's going on here, Annie?

Tuesday night, you arrived at the
chalet and found Matt Barber dead.

- At about 9:45pm. Is that correct?
- Yes.

Look, it's all in
Mr. Soames' statement.

Where were you when
the power went down

- at 9:15pm?
- As I said...

We need a positional
statement from your client.

Working on one of Liz's
other chalets in Ellesby.

Working? At that time of night?

We had guests
arriving first thing.

I work for Liz as and
when she needs me.

She, um...

Well, she helped me put my life back
together when I came out of prison.

And this property
you were working at,

how far was it from
Mr. Barber's chalet?

- About eight miles.
- And you drove there?

No, he took a hot air balloon.

A man is dead! This
isn't a game, you prick!

Matt Barber was a well
known investigative journalist.

He made a lot of enemies.

You're barking up
the wrong tree here.

Good to see you again, Annie.

Look, I, don't suppose
you fancy a drink later?

I've got to work.

Look, you've had a
run in with him in court.

It happens. He's
defense. That's his job.

That's not the point.

What is the point, Annie?

Nothing. I'm fine.

It won't happen again.

Ian.

- Thanks.
- Martin...

- I have to ask you...
- I didn't kill Matt Barber.

We've still got
some issues here.

Sorry, I've... I've
changed my mind.

After what happened.

That's all the more
reason to go ahead.

No. No. I don't want
to go through with it.

I killed John, OK? End of story.

Hi, Liz.

What?

Uh, yeah, yeah,
OK. I'm on my way.

- Mr. Barber.
- DI Morton...

You told us that you last
saw your son on Friday.

But we know that you actually
met Matt at 2:38pm on Tuesday.

That's the day your
son was murdered.

According to the manager at
the coffee shop that you went to,

you and your son had
something of a row.

In fact in his statement,
the manager says,

"They practically came to blows. I
had to physically separate them."

- Now, Mr. Barber...
- This is exactly what I'm up against:

time-serving civil servants
with color-coded notebooks

and their head in the manual.

When I'm commissioner
there will be certain officers

who will find themselves
in dog training.

Do I make myself
clear, DI Morton?

You diminish yourself
more than me with that, sir.

Matthew said he
wanted to find his mother.

She walked out
on us 30 years ago.

After I won the custody battle
she never tried to get hold of him,

contact him, not one attempt.

She just abandoned him.

So... Well, I know I should have
been a bit more understanding.

But when he said he wanted
to find his mother I lost it.

I got angry. I got really angry.

And that was the
last time I saw him.

Why didn't you
tell us this before?

Look, if I've broken the law,
you arrest and charge me.

If not, stop pestering me.

Back in the '90s, I bought a
place like this in Spain near Cadiz.

Same architect.

I suppose I was trying
to recapture the past too.

But it wasn't the same.
This is wonderful Liz.

I feel like I've come home.

You can't be serious.
Reforming the band?

I feel we have
unfinished business.

Do you remember that
night, May 10th, 1988?

We sold out The Forum, the
four of us. Remember, Martin?

I'll never forget
that. None of us will.

I remember us
looking at one another.

The world was ours.

Do you remember what it
felt like? To be that wanted?

You haven't changed, Ian.

That was our
perfect moment, Liz.

And John died.

Liz... Liz, tell
him this is stupid.

I mean, you don't want to
reform the band, do you?

Come on, Martin. There's a huge
demand out there for a reunion.

- Who told you that?
- A journalist I've been speaking to.

Matt Barber.

What?

Your journalist is dead.

He was murdered.

Nearly 30 years later and he still
holds a grudge against Matt's mother.

He's bitter and I've
been asking around,

when Jack Barber was on the force,
he was not a man you wanted to cross.

- He was famous for his temper.
- He had very high standards

and occasionally when people
didn't meet up to those standards...

I know you think he's a
good and decent man.

But we have to
go after him, Alan.

You know, he really
tried to intimidate me.

Sometimes good
people do bad things.

Boss?

Matt Barber's bank accounts
and financial statements,

going back two years.
This one sticks out.

Bertram Mellis?

Uh...

Names of the senior partners.

Thanks, Ken.

- Alan.
- Where are you?

I'm just grabbing a coffee.

We need you back
here as soon as, please.

Fine.

- You OK?
- Yeah.

I'm on my way.

So what exactly did
Matt Barber tell you, Ian?

He'd spoken to a promoter
who'd sounded out demand, and...

we could do really well.

He was trying to lure
you back into the country.

Why would he do that?

Martin?

The tape.

I told him about the tape.

He got me drunk. I let it slip.

I'm sorry.

It's OK, Martin.

I'll look after you.

I always have,
haven't I, sweetheart?

Sarge, Matt Barber's
financial transactions.

One in particular from a
local law firm, Bertram Mellis.

Barber received a
payment of £15,000

actioned by one of the senior
members, David Hornby.

- Who?
- Martin Soames' lawyer.

Boss, his prints match a set of
prints found at the crime scene.

Great, another suspect.

It seems like David Hornby's
got a lot of explaining to do.

Annie, you know him. Annie?

Annie?

I need a word.

Ken, get hold of
him and bring him in.

You need to take
me off this case.

W... Why?

David Hornby is the
father of my baby.

Who's this? Who's this?

- I think they want to lynch me.
- Who?

The yummy mummies.

- Alan, I need to talk to you.
- Right now, her father is a suspect

for the murder of Matt Barber.

So yes, I need to keep you
away from David Hornby,

but I'm not going to
take you off the inquiry.

Not unless we
arrest him, obviously.

Your homework's in my car.

I need you to go through the John
Gaunt files with a fine-tooth comb.

Especially Martin
Harford's confession.

Alan, tonight, me
and you at yours...

What's the problem?

All right, we've got
some things to talk about,

but obviously, Hornby
wants nothing to do with Isla.

He doesn't know about Isla.

When we were dating, he
always insisted on midweek.

I guessed he was in some
kind of long-term thing.

Of course he was.

David Hornby was married, all
right, extremely married, with two kids.

Do you think I
should have told him?

He has a right to know.

And Isla, when she's older, she'll
want to know about her father.

Do you really think Hornby's
capable of killing someone?

All I know at the
moment is he's a liar.

Why didn't you tell us
you knew Matt Barber?

We have a bank transfer from
Bertram Ellis to Matt Barber,

for £15,000, authorized
by you, Mr. Hornby.

I don't believe I'm under
any obligation to explain that.

Matt Barber had
his skull smashed in.

Where's Annie?

Her personal connection to you

means that she is
compromised on this occasion.

It was just a fling.

Look, my firm are investigating
institutional corruption,

the CPS up here in
Yorkshire and the police.

It's been going on for years.

Between you guys and the
prosecutors, evidence has gone missing.

Statements have been altered.

We're talking root and
branch, embedded corruption.

Over 30 years' worth of
potentially unsafe convictions.

How did Matt
Barber fit into all this?

We needed someone to do
the investigative spade work.

Matt was trawling
through our case files.

Was one of these potentially
unsafe convictions Martin Harford,

for the killing of
John Gaunt in 1988?

Maybe, I don't know. There were
hundreds of cases to go through.

- And you met with Matt Barber?
- A few times, yes.

Once at his chalet,
uh... Thursday morning.

He was one of the
good guys, unlike...

Unlike his father?

Let me put it to you this way.

If Jack Barber wins this election,
he'll be wielding a lot of power

and a lot of influence.

A criminal justice
system run by criminals.

I'd be very careful, making
unsubstantiated accusations.

You're assuming I
can't substantiate them.

Now if you want to
question me further,

you'll require a warrant, which will
take a minimum of six hours to get.

Whichever way you
turn it, I'm free to go.

Just a moment, please.

DI Morton.

- What do you think?
- Got a point about Jack Barber.

- No, I'm talking about...
- What, can we hold him?

Not really. A defense lawyer, if we
put one foot wrong on the procedure

no matter how trivial...

Get rid of him, then. Thanks.

- Annie.
- There's no confession.

- What?
- The John Gaunt files.

There's no transcript of Martin
Harford confessing to the killing.

- Are you sure?
- Hundred percent.

And the officer who
took Harford's confession,

Detective Constable Jack Barber.

Thanks, Annie.

Jack Barber, you might be right.

Let's get him in for a chat.

Matt Barber seemed to
know a lot about the band, Liz,

about John's death.

He knew there was
something not right.

I don't know how, but...

Please, Liz.

It was stupid. I shouldn't
have told him about the tape.

- You haven't told anyone else?
- No. It's all buried.

We can reform the band.

You really want to?
After what's happened?

Yes, Martin, I do.

Please.

We need you.

I'll do anything for
you, Liz, You know that.

Thank you for agreeing
to come in and see us, sir.

I know you have a busy schedule.

Yes, well, I hope
this won't take long.

Election day tomorrow.

The conviction of Martin Harford

for the unlawful killing of
John Gaunt, September 1988.

You were part of
the inquiry team.

Well, yes. It was
a long time ago.

Twenty-five years.

Did Matt talk to
you about that case?

Well, no. Why should he?

Well, the killer, um...

Martin Harford.

Martin Harford, yes.

Well, he confessed. It was some
argument that got out of hand.

Why would Matthew...

The man who found your son dead,

the chalet caretaker,

that was Martin Harford.

You think he killed my son?

You took his confession.

So what? I don't remember
very much. Pull out the old files.

We did. The transcript of
the confession is missing.

You were at the records
library the other day.

What the hell are
you suggesting here?

That I beat some
confession out of Harford?

Or that I killed my own son?

Are you seriously suggesting...

I loved that boy.

And I've got a couple of
amateurs sitting here accusing me...

We're not accusing
you of anything.

But what I am doing, against
the advice of my fellow officers,

is giving you special treatment.

I'm giving you a chance.

Is there anything that you can
tell us that might help us identify

and convict your son's killer?

I've got nothing to say.

He thinks his police
commissioner campaign

makes him untouchable.

What he actually wants is for us
to let him get away with murder.

Helen.

Matt Barber was killed after an
argument that got out of control.

A killer with a short fuse
and the presence of mind

and the expertise to
tamper with the crime scene.

- I want that tape.
- I don't know where it is.

- Do you know what this could do?
- I destroyed it. I'm sorry.

- You lied to me, son.
- No. It's buried.

It died with...

Hi.

- Alan.
- Liz, we need to speak to Martin.

His wife said he was here.

I think we'd better come in.

Ian Bassett.

- Yeah.
- You didn't tell us.

No, it was after you left
that he, uh, appeared.

And you didn't think to call us?

No, I'm... sorry.

You've proved a
difficult man to trace.

We know you arrived back in the
UK a few days ago, Mr. Bassett.

But where were you
on Tuesday night?

At my hotel suite.

And I haven't been hiding.

Just been abroad...
for too long.

"Dark Eyed Boy."

So why have you come back now?

I came back to do an
interview with Matt Barber,

last Sunday
morning, at his chalet.

I was shocked to
hear about his death.

Mr. Soames, we're actually here
to talk to you about your confession.

Oh, not again. How many times?

Jack Barber, the
father of Matt Barber,

was the officer who
took your confession.

Now, did he apply any
undue pressure on you,

alter your statement or
threaten you in any way?

No.

Mr. Bassett, we're going to
need fingerprints, a DNA sample

- and a full statement, OK?
- No problem.

So...?

Mm-hmm.

That's right.

We're re-forming
The Crystal Kiss.

I thought you had
the right to know.

What's her name?

Isla Rose.

Isla Rose.

She's...

Look at her. She's watching me.

She looks like you.

Look...

I'm not some serial shagger.

You caught me by surprise.
That's why my marriage broke up.

Wait. I didn't want to
break up any marriage.

I... I know.

I just couldn't go back
to how it was before.

I just couldn't.

I'd like to be a
proper father to Isla.

And maybe... for her sake,

we could try again.

Boss.

DS Cabbot.

Oh, Annie.

Right. Listen, everyone.

This is no longer a
two-strand inquiry.

There is a connection between
Jack Barber and The Crystal Kiss.

We just have to get
to the bottom of it.

Annie, Helen and I bumped into
Ian Bassett at Liz Forbes' house.

He turns up after 25 years and
she doesn't even bother to tell us.

- Annie, you get his statement.
- OK.

All right. Thanks.

Matt got in touch by email.

He was a fan with a laptop.

His words, not mine.

- And he wanted to interview me.
- Thanks.

So you met him at the
chalet on Sunday morning?

Yeah.

Did Matt refer to the
death of John Gaunt?

No, we spoke about the
music, about reforming the band.

Why do you want
to reform the band?

It's an idea I've had kicking
around in my head for a while and...

It seems to have worked
quite well for other people.

And we know there's
demand out there.

That's how I've been making
my money all these years.

It's, uh, extremely lucrative.

But you know, when I
first picked up a guitar,

I didn't start dreaming
about making elevator music.

Maybe it's a midlife crisis,
but I had to come back

and re-form The Crystal Kiss.

I don't want my dreams
to die before I do.

So are you and Liz back
together again as a couple?

Well, I don't know about that.

Liz was a lovely-looking girl
and we had a lot of fun, but...

she wasn't, you know, into the
music like me and John were.

Well, those two solo
albums of hers did well.

She must have had something.

Music for dinner parties.

OK.

David Hornby.

I told him about Isla.

He wants to be
involved with her.

That's good.

That's good? Is
that all you can say?

What do you want me to say?

I wasn't expecting that, because
Alan Banks always says the right thing,

always does the decent thing,
even if it means pushing me towards...

You think I would push you
towards a piece of shit like that?

At least his chat-up line's
better than, "Bring the travel cot."

What's that?

Tracy, What...? What
are you doing here?

Nothing.

Hi.

- Oh, hi.
- Annie, this is Tracy, my daughter.

- Tracy, this is Annie.
- Nice to meet you.

Shit.

Oh, I'm sorry, I should
have phoned, but...

I've packed in uni.

Chemical engineering is not
for me. And I just thought I could,

um, stay here for a while
until I'm back on my feet.

I should go home.

Annie, I'm so sorry.

Can't be helped.

Night, Alan.

Did you say that you'd left uni?

Look, I'm sorry to spring
it on you like this, but...

Yes, Helen?

OK. Thanks.

Work?

Security cameras,
opposite the coffee shop.

Matt Barber and his father.

It starts off friendly enough,
but then... Would you?

The younger man
mentions John Gaunt.

See? John Gaunt.

Can you play it
again? Go in closer.

"The pop musician,
yeah? John... John Gaunt."

Jack told us Matt didn't
ask him about John Gaunt.

Told us this argument was all
about Matt wanting to find his mother.

Can you carry on
playing it from here?

And what he appears to be
saying here is, "Dad, this tape,

I am going to get hold
of it, tomorrow, first thing.

I'm going to get the truth, Dad.
That's how you brought me up."

See, when Matt mentions the
tape, it's like Jack's seen a ghost.

And he gets angry, I mean,
really angry. Look here.

So angry he kills his son?

That's a reach, Helen.

A reach? He's lied to
us every step of the way.

Makes out he can hardly
remember the John Gaunt case.

And yet here he is, really
arguing with his son about it.

Why? And this tape,
does it threaten Jack?

Or maybe it threatens his
campaign? What is this tape?

I don't know. But we
need to get our hands on it.

- Liz.
- What are you doing?

I need to talk to you.

I need to talk to
all three of you,

about a tape. The tape Matt
Barber was trying to get his hands on

that was vital to his investigation
into the death of John Gaunt.

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

Jack, what are you doing here?

- Social visit.
- Really?

Or maybe you're looking to
get your hands on the tape

you and Matt were
arguing about the other day?

Doesn't matter. I killed him.

- You killed Matt Barber?
- No, John. I killed John.

But it was an accident.

And it got out of hand.

That's what you say. That's
what Liz said in her statement.

"It was an argument
that got out of hand."

That's what Ian's
statement said.

"It was an argument
that got out of hand."

And that's what you
said as well, Jack.

It was...

When four separate people
say exactly the same thing,

that's when I get
very suspicious.

There's nothing to investigate.

And whatever it is you're
thinking, you don't have any proof.

Outside, Jack.

I haven't got time for this.
I've got a press conference.

And we should just let
you go? Where's the tape?

- Who's got it and what's on it?
- I have done my bit.

Thirty years on the force,
and now this election.

I've made a difference.

What have you two ever done, eh?

Either of you. Have you
found my son's killers?

I'm following in your
son's footsteps, Jack.

Except no-one's going to take me
out before I get my hands on the truth.

You've let me down, sir.

Sarge, take a look at this.

Ian Bassett's financial records.

I've traced his credit history
through most of Europe and beyond.

But then there's this.

Ian Bassett isn't what he seems.

Swanning around the place
dropping hints about how rich he is,

how reforming The Crystal
Kiss isn't about money.

"Ian B. Spirit of the 80s."

I found a pawnbroker's receipt
for a guitar in his hotel room.

His credit history.
Bassett is broke.

Has been for the last 20 years.

- He needs the money.
- Mm-hmm.

Matt Barber was about
to derail his gravy train.

Annie, um...

- What happened last night?
- Mm...

Tracy?

No, I meant...

You know, what really
happened with you and...

David Hornby doesn't just
want a relationship with Isla.

He wants a relationship with me.

You're not thinking
about it, are you?

I don't know.

OK?

We're screwed.

We should leave. Now.

- For good.
- I can't just...

- We don't have the time, Liz, do we?
- Liz.

Where is the tape?

Did you give it to that journalist?
You swore you destroyed that tape.

You'd better pray
it never surfaces.

Martin, maybe it's time to
make a clean break with the past.

What, by running off
with your first boyfriend?

This is your
stupid fault, Martin.

You've done this, you
and your big mouth.

All these years I've looked after
you, put up with you fawning over me.

I've had enough. I need to
get away. I'm done with you.

Following me around,
looming over me, it's disgusting.

Martin? Martin?

Leave him, Liz.

We really need to go.

Well, it's Martin Soames.
He's the weak link.

Boss.

Boss.

Martin Soames. Need to go and tackle
him at his house and get him alone.

- He is the key to this.
- Yes. Sorry, Helen.

- Is everything OK?
- Ever feel you've missed your moment?

No.

DS Cabbot.

I've never understood
what you see in her.

I mean, she's a decent
enough police officer, I suppose,

when she controls her
more impulsive outbursts.

But I think she might
be good for you, boss.

Thanks, Helen.

You're welcome.

Martin?

Martin?

Martin?

- Any kind of note?
- Nothing.

So why now? What
finally pushed him?

Because we were
closing in on him?

Or did he kill Matt Barber?

Nine calls to this number in
the half hour before he died.

- I've put trace on it.
- Hold on.

Let's just see who we've got.

Not again, Martin. You're
not getting the tape back.

David Hornby?

Who is this, please?

- Alan Banks. Are you in your office?
- Yes.

Well, stay where you
are. I'm on my way.

Right. I need Liz Forbes
and Ian Bassett picked up.

I'll deal with Hornby.

DCI Banks, I'm in a
meeting with another client.

I'm not prepared to
discuss Martin Soames.

Martin Soames just hanged
himself. We need to talk.

All right. But not here.
Give me a minute.

Martin, he was
here this morning.

With the tape that he was
supposed to deliver to Matt Barber?

Yeah. Yeah, he must've gone
home and got drunk, badly drunk.

He was phoning me, ranting
about how Liz Forbes had left him

and how he felt he had
wasted most of his life with her,

how he felt he
couldn't live without her,

and then how he
wanted the tape back.

And you wouldn't give it back?

That's unfair.

What's on this tape?

I'm not prepared
to discuss that.

Are you refusing to
hand it over, officially?

I've worked long
and hard for this.

One case, one proven
instance of police malpractice,

and the floodgates open.

Jack Barber is my best chance
and I prefer to use the press,

not the police, to bring
this into the public domain.

Forget the conspiracy crap. This
is a straight-up right-or-wrong call.

I don't trust the police.

Does Annie know that?

Well, I've known Annie
Cabbot for three years now.

And her core attribute is
integrity, wouldn't you agree?

So if I go back to her and say
that you won't cooperate with us,

do you really think there's a
chance that you'll get to see her,

or Isla, ever again?

Thank you.

Are you leaving us?

I've decided against
reforming the band.

This is your car, sir?

- Yes.
- You almost got me killed.

What's that?

What's the latest
on Liz and Ian?

Downstairs, stewing.

Ian Bassett's car has
got a broken brake light,

so it was him fleeing
the scene that night.

He claims he was there
to do an interview with Matt,

saw the place crawling
with police, got scared.

I'll bet he did. Right,
change of plan.

We're not going to interview
those two downstairs.

We're going to put Liz and
Ian back in the recording studio.

Give me an hour to get set up
and then we hit them with this.

So, we've managed to
retrieve the infamous tape.

Now, maybe it was Martin just
holding onto this for a rainy day,

or maybe it was to keep
you close to him, Liz.

A sort of subtle blackmail.

"Look after me, or I
go public with this."

So deeply in love with you, Liz.

Well, even back then. Look.

Doesn't take his eyes off you.

So he was holding
onto this tape.

It was from the
night that John died.

You were trying to record a
follow-up to "Marginal Love".

This was your moment.

A surprise hit single
riding high in the charts.

But you had nothing to back it
up with and nothing in the can.

"A Lesson For The Lonely Heart,"

That was the track
you were recording.

Take nine is the
one that interests me.

Turned out to be a recording of
the last moments of John Gaunt's life.

So there's all four
of you in the studio.

Liz singing, Ian on
keyboard, Martin on bass

and John Gaunt on guitar.

Listen. There.

See, that's when John's guitar is
thrown down and starts the feedback.

And then there's footsteps...

the studio door being opened...

then, just a few beats later...

There. That's when
the keyboard cuts out.

More footsteps.

Except it wasn't Martin
following John out.

It was you, Ian.

So now the only people left in
the studio are Liz and Martin.

Just vocals and bass.

And of course, you kept
your headphones on.

But this tape picks up everything
that was going on outside the studio.

Bumps, shouts

and there's someone
crashing down the stairs.

John.

Proves nothing.

- I don't see how this involves me.
- Oh, but it does, Liz.

Martin only agreed to cover up for
John's death because you asked him.

You knew he was hopelessly
and unconditionally in love with you.

You asked only him
because you were hopelessly

and unconditionally
in love with Ian.

Martin killed John. Ask
him again. He'll tell you.

Martin hung himself
earlier this morning.

He took his own life because
you said you were leaving him, Liz.

You said you and
Ian were leaving

because we were
closing in on the truth.

It's obvious. Martin committed
suicide because he killed...

Matt Barber.

I love you.

Come on, Liz.

Ian doesn't care about you.

That's why he left all those years
ago, after you tidied up his mess.

Houses in Antibes,
yachts on Lake Como,

upmarket cruise ships, bollocks.

This, Liz, is the
real Ian Bassett.

'80s revival stuff in
cheap bars and hotels.

Ian came back to
reform The Crystal Kiss

because he was
desperate for money.

- Ian?
- Grow up, Liz.

The Crystal Kiss's
moment has gone.

You were one-hit
wonders. End of.

Twenty-five years
hoping and waiting.

And three people dead.

John, Martin, Matt Barber.

All to preserve a teenage dream.

- Ian is a killer.
- Not true.

Well, listen.

What you're going to hear now,
and what you've never heard before,

is an enhanced digital version.

The music has been faded out.

There. You hear John falling.

Then other footsteps coming
down the stairs towards him.

- And now this.
- Ian, no!

OK? Maybe it was an argument

that got out of hand when you
knocked John down the stairs

but he didn't die immediately.

No, he was still alive.

So Ian followed him
down and finished him off.

You suffocated him, Ian.

You were the heart and soul of
the band. You wrote all the songs.

But what was it that
you told me, Liz?

Love and hate and testosterone,
it's a dangerous cocktail.

You saw a chance to
get rid of your best friend,

your main rival, and make a grab
for all the song-writing royalties,

and you went for it.

You wanted the money
then and you want it now.

You can't prove that.
You don't have a witness.

Oh, my God.

It's not true, Liz. You
told me it was an accident.

You told me and I
did everything for you.

- It was all a lie. It was all a lie.
- I never asked you to do it.

I gave £30,000
to that policeman.

I made poor Martin
confess. And...

And you did what, Liz?

Did you kill Matt Barber?

I didn't want him
to destroy you, Ian.

I just lashed out
because I loved you.

Can you believe it? After 25
years, I'd still do anything for you.

God help me.

And I hereby declare
Jack Barber duly elected

to the post Police Commissioner.

Sir, Liz Forbes has
admitted to killing your son.

You took a bribe of £30,000
from Liz Forbes 25 years ago

to accept Martin's
confession at face value.

Liz will testify in court
against you, Jack.

Look, I'm going to say
this to you just once.

Twenty-five years ago,

Matthew's mother tried to
take him from me to America.

I was going to lose him forever.

Well, I needed money.

Money for lawyers. Money
for private investigators.

And Liz Forbes offered it to me.

And if I could go back in time,

I'd do exactly the same
thing all over again.

Um...

I'll take myself
down to the station.

No, sir.

We won't be doing
things your way.

We need to make it
legal and everything, but...

I want you to have
regular contact with Isla.

A proper relationship with her.

For life, David.

That's brilliant.

And what about you and me?

I don't have a plan.

I... I don't know.

PR? Event management?

I'm still processing my future.

And what does your mother
have to say about all this?

Well, she's not happy,
but she understands.

So um...

while you're
processing your future,

what are you going
to do in the meantime?

I'll get a job. Bar
work or something.

We're not finished.

I need to speak to you.

I was hoping you were free
some time to finish our dinner.

What about David Hornby?

It didn't work out.

I'm sorry.

- Really?
- No.

I'd better get back
for the babysitter.

Annie.

We could be waiting and
hoping for the rest of our lives.

Unless we create our own...

moments.