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[Man] Suspect heading
west along Hilford Road.

Backup required, any
units available?

[Man] I have a visual
on Hilford Road.

He's turning right
onto, stand by.

Turning right onto
Gleneagle Road.

[Man] Oscar One.

All units, this is
a dead end ahead.

Suspects may be preparing
to abandon vehicle.

Traveling at speed along
Gleneagle Road.

Slowing down, turning left,
dirt track towards the woods.

[sirens wail]

Gleneagle, they're bailing!

Stop!

[News Reporter] A dark
and defining moment

in British history.

Now, 30 years on since one
of the most bitter industrial

disputes in living
memory, we will speak to--

Stop, now!

Get back here!

[News Reporter] The
miners and their families.

Not just the loss of
a whole community,

but the loss of a way of life,

still keenly felt
three decades on.

Come here, son!

[Man] Second suspect westbound.

[dramatic music]

Stay down!

Argh!

[tense classical music]

-You're wet through!
-I'm fine.

It's just a bit of rain.

Yeah, well you want to
get down to army surplus.

I was on my balcony last night.

Oh, microclimate.

Keeps us on our toes.

What about these joyriders?

They still in custody?

No, they've been cautioned.

-Who by?
-Well, they've been

ruled out.

Historical, he reckons.

How historical?

Battle of Britain or
the Battle of Hastings?

He's working on it.

Course he is.

-Marcus?
-Ma'am.

Oh.

It's a young girl.

Probably late teens.

How about a date?

I'd say 20, maybe 30 years.

And there's this.

The straps were around her neck.

What, as in throttled with?

No, more as in buried with.

If it was a ligature, it would
hang differently, I think.

Mm.

CT.

Could be her initials.

Get onto that new girl, Helen.

Get her to look up missing
persons list.

Tell her to start 20 years
ago, then work backwards.

I should warn you, any
assailant DNA is probably

too degraded to get a profile.

Hold on.

I spy with my little eye...

"Coal not dole."

It's the miner's strike.

-'84, '85.
-Hey, well done.

I was brought up shouting
"Maggie out", wasn't I?

Where, from your pram?

[chuckles]

Why, what were you doing?

Well working for the
police, wasn't I?

"CD", as in Charlie Delta?

Or Charles and Di, I
suppose, as it's the '80s.

No, "CT" as in Charlie Tango.

Female teenager, with a
camera, in Hollowthorp Woods.

I know it's pre-HOLMES.

But any leads, doesn't
matter how vague.

Carrie Telling, 17.

Reported missing by her
parents in June 1984.

Would that do ya?

Right, did somebody call
you before I did?

Nope, just feeling lucky.

Local papers better at
archiving than we ever were.

Right, looks like this
girl's parents lived

about two miles away
from where you're stood.

Well, I'm impressed.

That's why they call
it intelligence, love.

Not just a pretty face.

Boss.

Possible ID, ma'am.

Sounds promising.

Right, get uniform
to the family.

Wait, no, second thoughts,
we'll go with.

They've waited long enough.

It's the least we can do.

Helen, good work in identifying
the lass.

Now then, get down the
basement and pull the files.

Find witnesses, school mates,
surviving family, CID team.

The lot.

Always a pleasure.

Kenny.

She wants you down the
basement on this one.

[chuckles]

You wait here, might
not need you.

Keep a low profile.

There's no love for
the police around here.

Ex-mining town.

-Morning.
-Aye.

[knocking]

William Telling?

That's me.

DCI Vera Stanhope.

Northumberland And City Police.

And this is DS Healy.

Right.

Is it about Carrie
or something else?

It's about Carrie.

Have they found her?

-Well, we don't know but--
-Is she dead or alive?

Dead or alive?

We have found a body, sir.

In Hollowthorp Woods.

Righto.

Best come in, then.

[Vera] What do you think?

Oh, it's hers all right.

I know that.

Bought it for her 16th birthday.

She was doing photography
O level.

She was gonna take
it for her A's.

You say a body.

Do you mean, like, a
woman who's just died or--

The remains are skeletal, sir.

Of a teenage girl.

That's, that's that, then.

Er, no, we'd need
DNA to confirm--

Oh, right, so it's another
teenage girl

buried with her camera, is it?

I'm sorry, it's just
sometimes we--

Uh we think you should prepare
yourself for bad news, sir.

Now, is there someone
who can sit with you

while we ask you some questions?

No, I'll be right.

-Carrie's mam perhaps?
-No, long gone.

We have a family
liaison officer.

No, I'll be right.

Ask away.

Can you tell me about the last
time you saw your daughter?

Outside Hattington Colliery.

Monday June 25th, about
half one-ish.

She brought some sandwiches
up to the lads on the line.

And then what?

I sent her home 'cause I
thought it was gonna kick off.

And no-one ever saw her again.

Was she upset or angry
about anything?

Anyone bothering her at all?

Here we go, that one.

No, she didn't run away.

-I wasn't--
-If she'd have been upset,

she would have said something.

She went down to London
the weekend

before with her mate Claire.

I think if she was
gonna run away,

she'd have stayed
there, don't you?

I've thought about it.

I've been over every scenario.

We were good pals,
me and Carrie.

She wouldn't have left
without saying goodbye.

So, when you got
back that night,

what, she wasn't there?

I didn't get back.

I spent a couple of nights
at Hunston Road nick.

She'll know it.

Aye, I do.

Cells smelt like fish.

What had you done?

Given one of yours a going over.

Oh, well.

We gave as good as we got.

Vicious, you lot were.

And vindictive.

Why do you think they
never found Carrie?

-Well, I--
-Because they didn't

give a damn.

Miner's daughter, half-caste,
that's the words they used.

"Must be trouble,
must've run off."

-Well, I'm sorry.
-Oh, shove it!

I've heard it all before.

I'm sorry.

I'm not a great fan of
coppers, if I'm honest.

Difficult times past.

I never wanted to be right.

After all these years, I never
wanted to be in the right.

Ta.

-There you go.
-Cheers.

[solemn music]

Don't you lose anything.

No, if we take anything,
he'll write it down.

Don't move too much, this
was how she liked it.

I'll put it all in my phone,
keep track of everything.

These her college pals?

Most of them have got
kids of their own now.

Which one of them is
her mate, Claire?

None of them.

I don't know where she is.

It's okay, we'll track her down.

Bonny lass.

Did she have a boyfriend?

No.

Too young for any of that.

[knocking]

Chanel, health visitor,
won't leave me alone.

Pam saw the police outside.

It's my Carrie.

They've found her?

Hollowthorp Woods.

Oh, Bill, oh, I am
so, so sorry, man.

Hidden?

Didn't like her wearing it?

No, it doesn't mean anything.

Means there was stuff
Dad didn't know.

[phone ringing]

Kenny.

Oh, she sent you down
there, did she?

Right, two pages of A4.

Detective on the case reckons
that she ran away to London.

Did he, indeed?

Who was that?

Bloke called James Bell.

Dead, unfortunately.

So is the sergeant.

Ah, well, that's the
canteen food, Kenny.

It gets them young.

There any witness statements?

Couple from the parents.

Is that all?

What about the mate, Claire?

Can't see any Claire.

House-to-house didn't
get very far.

A couple of trips to
London on expenses.

So the emphasis was
on missing person

-rather than possible murder?
-Yeah.

Who was head of CID?

-Johnny Warrick.
-Oh.

Okay, see if you can get
a number for whatever

villa he's retired to.

We're starting afresh, that's
not necessarily a bad thing.

-Thanks, Kenny.
-Ma'am.

[solemn music]

Right, Kieran, Leanne?

Can you get down here, please?

-Yes, boss.
-I can see some more effects.

I'll stay with him
till Chanel comes.

Right, and you are?

Stan, a mate.

I live down the road.

So the next stage is
we'll get someone to come

and take a DNA sample from you,

so we can get confirmation
it's Carrie.

DNA will get him, won't it?

They have ways, haven't you?

Well, we're gonna do
everything we can.

We've heard that 'un before.

Should never have
brought uniform.

Sore thumb, winds people up.

Ah, pensioners mainly,
though, aren't they?

Meaning?

Less likely to jump us?

Oh, they've got long
memories, love.

Not much forgiveness.

[solemn music]

Here you are.

Ah, thanks.

Whoa, here, let me.

It's the shock.

It's just the shock.

Aye.

Sad her mom won't
see her buried.

Oh, so that's what you
took from long gone?

Dead?

I assumed left.

Oh, right.

Maybe.

Get Bethany to track
her down, see which.

And Carrie's mate, Claire.

Were you on the front
line, then?

Cracking heads, doing
Maggie's work?

I was lucky, didn't
have a choice.

My boss thought WPCs shouldn't
do that sort of thing.

Ah, different times, eh?

I made a few arrests in the van.

Oh, my dad didn't talk
to me for a week.

I knew people who resigned.

They had family working
down the pit.

And I knew people who
loved every minute.

Up for a ruck.

Oh, right.

Back to basics.

Carrie Telling.

Missing since June '84, found
buried in Hollowthorp Woods.

Now, what was found buried with
her, apart from the camera?

Bag containing a
top and a skirt.

Not gear you'd wear on
a picket line, is it?

Overnight bag?

Well, was there a
toothbrush, soap?

It doesn't look like it.

Well, she might have been
going out on the town.

Doesn't indicate running
away, does it?

A meet up later?

Yeah, change in the toilets.

Spare Mom and Dad the worry.

That was the advice they
gave in Jackie in the '70s.

"Spare Mom and Dad."

Any intelligence?

Nothing post-digital
linked to the crime.

No new leads or mentions.

Well, anything similar?

Manner of disposal,
area she was buried in?

Serial killers Kenny's missed?

Oh, they're out there,
believe me.

Any arrests?

Sex offenders nearby?

No more than your usual.

Releases on probation?

Cell confessions?

-Anything.
-I'll keep looking.

With previous, it's
just what we know.

Dad got a suspended sentence
for assaulting an officer.

Right, so a history of violence.

Is that useful?

I don't know, I mean,
like I say,

they gave as good as they got.

Cheers for that.

Ma'am.

Professor Warrick's
home address.

Professor?

He's gone to the university?

Ooh, still lives local.

Well, that and a consultancy
in Bahrain,

as far as I can gather.

Oh, the lucrative
second career, eh?

So you weren't one of
the ones that spoke up?

No, no, I wasn't, Kenny.

Is there a wallet?

A purse?

Yeah, there was a purse
and this was inside,

with a couple of pound notes.

Company credit card.

REC Imports Limited.

-Who are?
-Defunct.

I'm onto Companies House,
give me an hour.

Also a couple of return
bus tickets to Carlisle,

weekend before the alleged
last sighting.

Carlisle, well no wonder
there was no trace

in London, never went.

So what's in Carlisle?

St Cecilia's.

The number was in her purse.

It's the Carlisle area code.

I've tried it but the
line's out of service.

I'll get on that.

No, no, it's all right.

I know it.

All the lasses knew it.

Well, its a mother and
baby hospital, isn't it?

So, what, she had a kid?

No, you didn't go there
to have a baby, love.

You went there for an abortion.

[tense music]

Let's hope Professor
Warrick can remember.

[doorbell rings]

Hello, John.

Is that PC Stanhope
masquerading as a detective?

Aiden Healy DS.

DS?

I know it's a cliche,
but they really

do get younger every year.

[chuckling]

Well, thanks for
making the time.

No problem.

It's just so that I can
hear Charlotte if she calls.

She's having a lay down.

Vera, will you tell me honestly,

am I a bit of a pariah
back at CID?

No, I mean, none
of the old guard

thought there was anything...

Did I ever make you
feel uncomfortable?

No, not at all.

Exactly.

All right, let's move on.

Carrie Telling?

Don't tell me, Jimmy
Bell made a pig's ear

of the investigation.

Well, I'll be polite and
say it was perfunctory.

In his defense, we
were stretched.

We were all hands to
the picket line.

Yeah, I know.

All those extra hours to pay off

the time-shares in the Algarve.

He tried.

But his relationship with
the community were not good.

Nobody came forward.

Nobody wanted to help.

Not even for a miner's child?

They did a bit, but
it were all rumor.

Nothing Jimmy could back up.

What was the rumor?

Oh, Vera, now you're
asking me to speculate.

Feeling was that she'd
escaped the family.

Her dad were a bit of a,
well, we didn't like him.

Was he a suspect?

No, no, he were up on
the line on the day.

No, the feeling was
she'd run off.

The thing is she'd gone
missing before.

Was she reported missing
the previous time?

And was there a paper trail?

That I couldn't say, Vera.

Hello, Charlotte.

Vera Stanhope.

Are you wearing makeup?

No, no, the years have
done this, love.

Are you on John's team now?

No, I'm at college
now, Charlotte.

I'm at college, remember?

What do you want, love?

-I've lost the remote.
-I'll come up, love.

I'll come up.

All right?

It's Alzheimer's.

She survived breast cancer
twice, and now this.

Well, erm, we'll, thanks, John.

All right.

Take care.

What was that?

-"Pariah"?
-Nothing.

Leave it.

He was done for inappropriate
behavior a few years back.

-He never erm?
-No!

He was funny.

Bit smutty funny but
never, you know.

I'm not saying I don't
believe the allegations.

It's just, with me, he
was always supportive.

He gave me a lot of
encouragement.

Oh, get over yourself.

Call Helen.

Tell her to follow up any
reports on Carrie running away.

So what about this mate Claire?

A lie?

Possibly.

Question is, whose lie?

Marcus, he's got a
positive match on the DNA.

Wants us there now.

All right, get Bethany
over to tell the dad.

[tense music]

-Right.
-Blunt trauma.

Left to right?

-Very good.
-Single blow.

[Marcus] This would've
knocked her out.

Well, that's something.

So a surprise attack?

I would say she was
turning like that.

Caved in the skull
and broke the jaw.

So might've seen it coming.

Can you tell if she
was pregnant?

Or had had an abortion?

Circumstantial.

There's no way of
telling from the remains.

And the same goes for
sexual assault, I suppose?

Yes.

Ma'am.

Alice from forensics
just sent me these.

Wow.

Those from the camera?

A photography enthusiast,
Alice, isn't she?

Some of the last things
that she saw.

It's a bit weird, isn't it?

Last things she saw.

Apart from her killer,
of course.

Do we go back to the dad,
push him on the termination?

What, do you think she'd
have told him?

I don't, I'm just saying
maybe he found out.

Form for violence.

Is he a suspect?

Of course he is, till he isn't.

Still to pelt your own kid.

Oh, spur of the moment.

Maybe she cheeked him and
he was having none of it.

Can we confirm his story he
was on the picket line all day,

before they brought him in?

Ma'am.

Traced REC Imports.

They became Corrington
Cloth, then Corrington Coats,

based in, wait for
it, Corrington.

-They still trading?
-Looks like it.

Manufacture mackintoshes.

Not, like, cool ones.

Like stuff like your Nan wears.

Right, Kenny, see if
you can do a timeline

-for Dad's movements.
-Will do.

And you see if there's any
note of her having gone

missing before, and
don't palm it off on him.

Aiden, with me.

We're going to Corrington's.

If nothing else, we can get
you kitted out for the weather.

[tense music]

Thanks, love.

Here's what you want,
one of these.

Excuse me.

Are you here for the inspection?

Oh, we're looking for Mr
Banerjee, love, is he around?

Goodness, right, sure.

Sorry, has something
bad happened?

No, no, just routine
inquiries, love.

Dad.

Police.

Ah, you've caught up with me.

DCI Vera Stanhope,
Northumberland And City Police.

What can I do for you?

We found a credit card
we're trying to trace back.

Belonging to REC Imports.

Right.

It was found on the body
of a young girl.

A Carrie Telling.

She disappeared in 1984.

And we are treating
it as murder.

Let's go to my office.

How did she get the card?

That's what we're trying
to find out, love.

Did she know one of the
girls in the accounts, maybe?

Look, do you remember
a card going missing?

It would've been June '84.

To be honest, those were
difficult times.

You know, the miners' strike.

People were struggling.

Lots of things went missing.

Does this ring any bells?

Was it lost?

Like I say, things went missing.

You could try the bank.

Or we have an archive of our
accounts, if that would help.

Hang on, Dad.

What about that boy?

You got him to sweep
the floors, remember?

Boy called Michael stole a card.

Well, could it have
been this one?

He said he'd found it, but he
never actually handed it in.

We presumed he'd destroyed it.

You didn't report it?

They were stone broke.

Dad was on the picket line.

It just felt churlish to
report him when he'd confessed.

Did any money go missing
from the account?

You'll just have to check
the statements.

Can you remember his surname?

Michael?

Michael Tennant.

Done well for himself.

Not as in the Right Honourable?

Yeah, that's the guy.

House Of Commons, local MP.

I've seen the toll it
takes on families,

attainment in schools,
on marriages.

Oh, so we know he can gob
on with the best of them.

What else have we got?

Michael Tennant, left
school when he was 15.

Considered to be on the
left of the party.

-Is this Wikipedia?
-Helen swears by it.

Married to a lawyer.

He's got a house in Darras Hall,

and his kids go to
private school.

Ha, course they do.

I've seen people
with very little

give to those who have less.

Get me from the trolley
when he's done.

Sorry, sir.

We thought it was just
ribbon-cutting.

We didn't mean to cut you short.

Ah, I'm sure they're grateful.

Nobody wants to hear a
politician banging on, do they?

Has there been an incident?

No, we're here on an
historic inquiry.

Oh?

Do you remember finding
a credit card

belonging to REC Imports?

You'd have been, what, 16?

I do, indeed.

Biting me on the bum, is it?

Well, that same card has
been found on the body

of a young girl,
a Carrie Telling.

And we're treating it
as murder at the moment.

Right.

You knew her, then?

Yeah, of course.

Best mates.

I'm sorry, I'm just shocked.

Can I get myself a tea,
and I'll be right with you?

Just Carrie, so young.

She was the first girl I
hung around with, really.

I was 16.

I fancied her rotten.

How did you meet?

I knew her from about.

She was popular, a world apart.

She was doing A levels.

I was an apprentice at
the Mileside Colliery.

She had me under her thumb.

In a nice way.

I mean, I worshiped her.

I would've done anything
to get in her--

I could say good books
here but you'd know

I wasn't being honest.

Aye, I would.

Anyway, she asked me to go
to the owner Mr Banerjee,

his name is and say
I'd found the card.

Why?

I don't know.

Didn't want her dad to
find it on her, I think.

Can you remember exactly
when she asked you

to lie about the card?

She rang me.

It must've been a Sunday
night because

we'd just got in from church.

So the night before
she disappeared?

The night before they
reported her missing, aye.

We were meant to meet
at the cinema,

on the Monday night, so
she could give me the card.

But she didn't turn up.

Idiot that I am, I
went to Banerjee

and said I'd found the
card and then lost it.

I looked completely daft
but I was just doing

what I thought she wanted.

I don't think anyone believed
me but I stuck to my guns.

Oh, training for the future.

[chuckling]

Do you know how she came by
the card in the first place?

I suppose, looking back, she'd
taken it or been given it.

Were you having a sexual
relationship with her?

No, we weren't really a couple.

We were just kids.

Did she ever mention
an abortion?

No.

Now, that's just
speculation at the moment.

Did you ever go with
her to Carlisle?

No.

When she vanished, where
did you think she'd gone?

-London.
-Why London?

Well, it's where people went.

Sorry, I just need you--

Can I give you my home number?

Just make another time to talk.

-Just should--
-Yeah, right.

People have made the
effort to come.

Thanks for being so open.

We weren't really trying
to trip you up.

-Thanks.
-Now who's the politician?

Maybe she was just using him

to cover up stealing
the credit card.

Maybe fitting him up.

Maybe got knocked up
by another bloke.

So she used the credit card

to pay for the abortion?

Maybe, who knows?

Maybe it was for "coal
not dole" fund.

All right, gives him
a motive, I suppose.

Jilted John.

Come on, look lively.

I've looked into Carrie's
class history.

Photography tutor now
living in the Languedoc.

Most of her pals have
moved out of the area.

I'm tracking them down.

I've got a mention of her
running away on a PC notebook.

But false alarm.

She was found at the
neighbors' the next morning.

Stanley and Pamela Conville.

Stan?

-Isn't that the bloke we met?
-Yeah.

Also, there's an intelligence
file on him.

But it's not much.

Just his name and a
couple of sightings.

Well, keep digging.

Why were we watching?

All right, Raiders Of
The Lost Archive?

Footage of the picket line the
day she disappeared, ma'am.

Well done, Kenny.

I could hug ya.

Now let's see if Dad was
where he said he was.

[shouting]

Break for popcorn, anyone?

Oh, shut up!

This may be ancient
history to you

but these people are
fighting for their lives.

Just watch the screen,
see if we can see him.

Just look for the angry
bloke with the dodgy 'do.

Stop, go back.

Hold it there.

There.

Bloody hell, that's
her, isn't it?

I'd say that's Carrie.

So she didn't go home
like her dad said.

-Have you got him?
-Afraid not.

It's still early days.

Oh, here we go.

It's the brush-off.

No, it's no brush-off.

It just takes time.

Ah well, come back when you've
got something to tell me.

Actually, we've got
some questions for you.

"She'll come home when
she's hungry."

That's what they said.

Like she was a lost dog!

Barely lifted a finger.

It was me and the lads doing
house-to-house ourselves.

Look, should we do this
somewhere else?

You know, away from prying eyes?

No, I've got nothing to hide.

Come on, then.

Give me your best shot.

What is it you want to ask?

We believe your daughter came
upon a stolen credit card.

Her boyfriend took the
blame for it at the time.

She didn't have a boyfriend.

She also had a change
of clothes with her,

and we think she was
going to meet someone.

Hold up.

When you say "boyfriend",
do you mean that Michael

that used to hang
around after her?

-Mm.
-She wasn't a thief.

She did the change
down the club.

Nah, she was never
light-fingered.

Was your daughter pregnant,
Mr Telling?

No, she bloody was not.

Who's saying that?

No-one, it's just
a line of inquiry.

Would she have told you,
had she been pregnant?

Oh, you're enjoying this.

No, I'm not.

Now, you told us you sent
your daughter home directly

after she brought you
sandwiches, at 1:30-ish, hm?

Now, is that what happened?

Or did she get caught
up in the unrest?

She got a bit caught up.

Frightened the hell out of me.

That's why I lost
it with you lot.

And did you lose it with
your daughter, love,

because she wouldn't go home?

It happens.

What are you saying?

I'm saying you lied to
me about the sequence

of your daughter's movements
on the picket line.

I never lied.

I told her to go home.

She hung around a bit
and then I sent her home.

That's the same thing.

I mean, how forceful were you?

Did you lash out?

It would be understandable.

That's a dangerous place
for a young girl to be.

Are you saying I dragged
her body to the woods

and buried her?

That is an evil thought.

Oh, Bill, howay, man.

She's just trying
to wind you up.

Maybe you found out
she had an abortion

and that's why you lost it?

Bill!

-Bill!
-We know you've

got a trigger for violence,
Mr Telling.

-I have, you lot!
-Bill, leave it.

Go and cool off.

And you're trying to fit me up.

Bloody perfect.

I should've seen that coming.

Is your wife dead, Mr Telling?

She's dead to me.

Only, we can find
no trace of her.

Have you got an address?

Somewhere in hell, I hope.

There you go again with
your size nines.

I've had worse.

Yeah, me too.

Leaves a nasty taste,
though, doesn't it?

When it's not just
an investigation.

When the reputation of the
entire service is under attack.

Try being under
investigation for 18 months.

Yeah.

We just knock heads.

You went the extra
mile, didn't you?

What's he want?

Look, I know you're
trying to smoke it out.

But if you're looking at Bill,
you're on the wrong track.

He'd never have harmed
her, never.

We've got a file on you,
actually, Mr Conville,

from way back, noting a
couple of your movements.

Now, why do you think you
were under surveillance?

They were sniffing about,
trying to blackmail people

so we'd give over our
mates during the strike.

Serious allegation.

Serious but true.

She ran away to yours
once, didn't she?

-No.
-Oh?

She came round to ours
and stayed over.

I thought Bill and Beryl
knew she was at ours.

As soon as I realized
they were looking,

I took her straight back.

Mr Conville, did you
know she was dead?

Of course not.

Everything I know, you know.

Well, apart from...

Beryl's still around.

Goes by her mother's
maiden name, Doyle.

If this couldn't get back
to Bill I'd appreciate it.

Ended nasty.

[tense music]

-Where are you going?
-With you.

No, you wait here.

I don't want you starting
another fight.

Are you Beryl?

Beryl Telling?

[tense music]

[sobbing]

There you are, love.

Thank you.

Sorry, sorry.

No, you're all right.

Would, would she have suffered?

No, they think not.

She hadn't been taken
anywhere or?

There's no suggestion
of that, love.

She was still wearing
the same clothes

she was wearing at
the picket line.

I thought she'd run.

That's what I told myself.

-I thought--
-Why, why did you think that?

We fell out.

Before she left.

She told me she hated me.

Now, let's just take
this slowly, hm?

Are you able to tell
me about the last time

you saw your daughter?

At home.

I shouted at her.

I told her not to go to the pit.

I slammed the door.

I felt he was drawing
her into it.

No, that's not true.

I've just lied to you.

All right.

So let's just try being honest.

Carrie knew I'd been
unfaithful to her dad.

Right.

I mean, it wasn't like
an affair or anything.

It was a fling.

A couple of months before
she vanished.

I mean, I thought
it drove her away.

She'd caught me with him.

In the cafe.

Anyway, we ended it
pronto after that, but...

it broke her heart, I think.

Did you tell this to the police?

Well, who was this man?

Did she know him?

Was he a friend of the family?

His name was Alan Dawson.

He was in my class
at evening college.

Pathetic, I know.

I'd gone to do this politics
course when the strike started,

to try and make up
my mind but...

And this was when?

April-ish?

I was just desperate, I think.

He was around more
than Bill ever was.

And she actually said
she was going to leave?

Said she couldn't stand me.

I thought she was punishing
me, but as time passed

I thought, "Maybe it's too
hard for her to come back."

I'm sorry.

Did you erm...

Did you ever tell your husband
Carrie was going to leave?

No.

I think Bill would've killed us,

he was that mad about it all.

What, he was violent
towards you?

Only with words.

We did find a bag with Carrie.

But there was no
overnight stuff.

Do you think she'd have
come home, then?

One theory we're working
on is that Carrie

had a boyfriend.

No.

There was Michael who
followed her around.

He's an MP now.

Other than that she
carried a candle for a lad

called Terry Manttan,
lived on our street.

Naughty boy, trouble.

No, troubled.

I think that's where
her affections lay,

after me and her dad.

Might she have been meeting him?

Is that a possibility?

No.

Bill thought that
for a while, too,

but Terry was in prison
when she disappeared.

Do you know which prison?

You remember?

Where was it?

Somewhere...Carlisle.

Sorry, I was just um...

Helen, we need to trace a
bloke called Alan Dawson.

Check the FE college.

See if there's a record.

All right.

That is interesting.

What?

Terry Manttan inherited
the house from his mom.

He still lives on
the same street.

Yeah, we're back by
Bill's now, yeah.

Number 24, boss.

Hold on.

[knocking]

Mr Manttan?

[knocking]

Well, it makes sense.

He knows we're sniffing about.

[Aiden] Helen, have you
got anything else?

Yep, he was inside in
Carlisle during that period,

by the looks.

Someone will have to go
digging for exact dates.

If I ask, they'll go all
data protection on me.

He was definitely in Carlisle.

She's getting exact dates.

Are the offenses violent?

Theft, long history of fraud
and burglaries as an adult.

Ah, well, that's where he
learnt his trade, then.

The short, sharp shock.

Another one of their
brilliant ideas.

He's working on the coast.

It's on Facebook, apparently.

Got a job at a fairground.

Is everyone on Facebook?

[dance music]

-Is that him?
-Terry Manttan?

Can we have a quick word?

Oi!

Oi!

Come here!

[dramatic music]

Terry!

I said, I said a quick word.

You're lucky.

He's been known to be lethal.

Why'd you run?

Missed my court date.

When you say "missed", do
you mean "didn't appear"?

What was it for?

Failure to produce a license.

Course it was.

Do you know why we're here?

I've won the Premium Bonds?

[chuckling]

Do you remember a lass
called Carrie Telling?

Yeah.

Why, has she turned up?

Mm, manner of speaking.

She was in Hollowthorp Woods.

Where did you think she was?

London, what?

You mean she's been dead
this whole time?

We believe so, mm-hm.

What happened to her?

Well, that's what I'm
gonna find out.

How well did you know her?

Well, really liked her.

Not like that.

She was too young.

Did she like you?

Oh think she fancied me, yeah.

Bad boy, weren't I?

Look where that got me.

I might've kissed her once
or twice, but nothing more.

She was my sister's age.

You were in a young
offenders' institute

in Carlisle, right?

I was, yeah.

Beginning of my career.

Did she come and
visit you there?

Loads of times, yeah.

More than family even.

Like I say, nice girl.

And did she visit you just
before she went missing?

No.

Are you sure?

No, she said she might
but she was a no-show.

I think she had stuff
going on at home, you know.

Maybe she found herself
a new boyfriend?

Maybe, not that I
would've minded.

Deserved better than
the likes of me.

Do you know the name
Michael Tennant?

Someone like him, yeah.

We used to take the
mick out of him.

He's an MP now, careful
who you tread on, huh?

Did she dump you for Michael?

No, 'cause we weren't going out.

She was just a mate
I lost touch with.

Did she like that Michael, then?

Only, she never said.

And you're gonna put
all this in a statement

for me, aren't you?

-On paper.
-Of course.

Might even bring my
driving license down, huh?

Do we believe him?

He didn't take advantage
of her fancying him?

I do, actually.

I've got sisters.

I don't know, it makes
you feel a bit...

You stand back.

Yeah, I can see you
with sisters.

Big brother.

How many you got?

Four.

Sometimes they all
blur into one.

I bet they got you wrapped
around their little fingers.

Oh, yeah.

I've got two of them kipping
on the floor at the minute.

Yakking all night long.

Dates, first thing
in the morning.

The body of Miss Telling was
found in an unmarked shallow

grave at Hollowthorp
Woods on Tuesday morning.

She'd last been seen
taking photographs--

Come on, Dad.

[Reporter] Between police
and miners at Hattington

Colliery in June 1984.

[Host] Thanks, Kate.

Coming up after the break--

[solemn music]

She's expecting you,
she's just here.

John.

So resisted open plan, then?

Yeah, I'm sorry to
drag you down here.

It's all right.

I came under cover of darkness.

[chuckles]

Only, I've some more questions
for you and it's uh...

It's a bit delicate.

Isn't it always?

Oh.

So, go on, then.

Right.

Did CID ever put miners
under surveillance?

Well we needed to find out
if they planned any violence.

Only, there's a bloke
we're looking at reckons

we tried to blackmail him.

Who?

Oh, just someone of interest.

Was he a scab?

We did go after the scabs.

Blackmail?

I suppose.

Mm.

And did the ends justify
the means?

Ah, come on, it's
not a tribunal.

I'm trying to solve a murder.

Oh, help me out here, John.

Did you find out anything
that way that you wouldn't

have done otherwise?

Well, Jimmy Bell was
sure the lad that Carrie

was hanging around had something
to do with her vanishing.

Which lad?

Kid called Manttan.

Little thug.

Beat his mother up.

Or could've been his sister.

Anyway, he liked to hit women.

We did him for theft in the end.

And was the violence
investigated?

Domestic?

We wouldn't be rude enough
to investigate

domestic back then, Vera.

Mm.

Oh, well.

Maybe I can use something
to smoke him out.

Anything else, here's my number.

Well, well, well.

After all these years, she
finally gives a bloke her
number.

Oh, very funny.

[laughing]

Did it ever work out for
you and that er, chap?

-Peter?
-That's him.

[chuckles]

Nah.

He's slimmed down, hasn't he?

Canteen food, I told you.

So did he redeem himself?

No, not exactly.

Owned up to witness
intimidation.

Wandering hands and corrupt?

He didn't er, you know?

No, he didn't!

Well, 'cause I wouldn't
have messed with you.

Well, thanks very much, Kenny.

I'll take that as a compliment.

So do you reckon he
was stitched up?

Who knows?

Anyone who worked in the '80s,

you're the fall guy for
everything these days.

Yeah, well, that kind
of thing only happened

in the past, eh, didn't it?

Night, Kenny.

Night, ma'am.

[car engine starts]

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to frighten you.

I have to tell you something.

I'm Carrie's friend.

I'm Claire.

Around the time that she died,

we went on a trip to Carlisle.

There was a clinic there.

An abortion clinic.

I just didn't want to
have to bring it up

if I didn't have to.

You made out you
hardly knew her.

I know, I know.

It was just, well, my
dad was a bit funny about

who I was gonna be mates with.

Carrie was a good mate.

She found me in college
the week before.

I was in a bad way.

She took me in hand.

Sorted the whole thing out.

Were you in Carlisle
the whole weekend?

I stayed a couple of
nights in the hospital.

She was in a B&B.

Did she meet anyone else
while she was there?

There was this lad in
the young offenders'.

I don't know if she visited him.

So it was you who took
the credit card?

I didn't think he would
miss it over the weekend.

When I got home it was
all kicking off.

I called Carrie.

She said she'd ask
her friend Michael

to say that he'd found it.

Did you know him?

No, not at the time, no.

She'd arranged to meet
him on that Monday night

the day she disappeared.

I offered to go with her
but she didn't want me to.

Why not?

I got the impression
that she was hacked off

with him about something.

Mm.

Well, thanks for
coming in, love.

It's the least I could do.

I might just go and see my dad.

Tee him up for the
big revelation.

You don't think maybe
he knew the truth?

Or perhaps had a sense of it?

No.

Mm, oh, just thinking.

Maybe that's why he didn't
push it and had Michael

sweep the floors instead?

I hadn't thought
of it like that.

Don't always work
with words, dads.

Sometimes they operate
from the side-lines.

Thanks.

[solemn music]

[tense music]

I can't find a record
of this domestic.

Do you think she didn't report?

Of course not.

That's how domestic
violence works.

In silence.

Am I the only one sticking
up for women here?

Uh, Stan Conville, I've
been asking about.

A few of the old timers
reckon he's not to be trusted.

Right.

Now, those fellas on the
scab bus, on the footage.

Someone see if you can
get some close-ups.

Well, he's not gonna
be a scab, is he?

Bill wouldn't have stood for it.

Well, not if he knew.

Could've been on the QT.

But what if he'd been
shagging that Beryl?

Uh, sorry, ma'am.

Making love to Beryl.

Did we ever find
that Alan fella?

No, the college have
got him on a list

but there the trail goes dry.

Keep digging with this
Stan bloke, every angle.

Maybe he's this Alan.

Where's Aiden?

Ring him.

Tell him I'm not impressed.

Right, that was the young
offenders' at Carlisle.

Confirm Manttan was
there in June 1984.

But also reckon he might've
done a few day releases

around that time.

So could have had
an opportunity.

[tense music]

[Bethany] Ma'am, Manttan's
not home.

And there's no answer
from Aiden.

[phone vibrating]

Where the hell are you?

It's half nine.

Call me!

[tense music]

[phone ringing]

Where are you?

Look, I'm sorry, I'm just
jumping in the car now.

I couldn't hear my mobile.

I've got my sister
staying so I had to drop

her off at college.

I don't care, it's no excuse.

Listen, Manttan has got form.

Violence against women.

I'll get to the fair asap.

[Vera] Only if you've
got a minute.

You're already there,
aren't you?

[tense music]

Multiple stab wounds,
laceration to the jugular.

He would've died in
about two minutes.

Is that the weapon?

Oh, no flies on him.

Kenny, get it to the
boys at the lab.

Right we are.

How long before I arrived?

He's not yet cold,
so maybe an hour?

You just missed him.

Oh, he wasn't here, Marcus.

I was just dropping
my sister off.

She's got a job interview.

What did he have on him?

Not much, it was a set
of keys, a mobile.

Right, Ken, get onto
those last calls.

And 200 quid in notes
in his back pocket.

I don't know if they tip
at fairgrounds these days,

but struck me as odd.

New ones, too.

Right.

And, Kenny, see if you can
trace those serial numbers.

Will do.

See if that gives us anything.

Any idea of the MO?

The direction of the
blood spatter suggests

he was assaulted from behind
and fell onto his face.

So, similar to Carrie?

Approach from behind.

No, not really.

This was a knife, that
was blunt trauma.

I'd say less impulsive,
more committed.

So planned it, we think?

Not spur of the moment.

No fight?

No, no defensive injuries.

So it wasn't us turning
up that triggered it?

But you didn't turn
up, did you, love?

I'm just saying it
wasn't our fault.

That your specialty, is
it, not taking the blame?

Excuse me.

We should have brought
him in yesterday.

He might still be alive,
let's not dance around that.

He moved in circles,
he had form.

This could easily be
nothing to do with Carrie.

I'm not being a smart-arse.

I'm just saying it could
be a coincidence.

Right.

You should hear this.

Placed the call at about
6:30 last night.

[Michael] You have reached
the voicemail

of Michael Tennant.

Please leave a message
after the tone.

-Oh look, ugly.
-Sorry, this is a private

view, we're open to the
public in the morning.

Special dispensation, pet.

Yeah, of course, sorry.

You can take the lad out of
the village but you can't,

well you can make him drink.

We move on.

We don't forget, but we move on.

-Mr Tennant.
-Yes.

Do you need to talk to me?

I do, sir.

Sorry, could you find us a room?

It's a police briefing.

No, it's all right.

It's an investigative matter.

And I'd rather we did
it at the station.

Terry Manttan found
dead this morning.

Oh I don't know who he is.

Oh, well, you should.

You spoke to him
for half an hour.

Sorry.

According to Manttan's
phone log,

he called you last
night and again

at eight o'clock this morning.

So what did you talk about?

He wanted my help as his MP.

Oh.

He was worried he was in
trouble with the police.

I told him he'd be fine
if he cooperated.

Mm.

That's good advice.

For the benefit of the tape,
I am showing Michael Tennant

£200 in new notes.

This was found on
Manttan's body.

And it's, it's new issue.

So we were able to
trace the serial numbers

to a cash machine at Lewiston.

And we also have footage
of you drawing cash

from that same machine
just 20 minutes

after that call this morning.

I met him briefly near the fair.

He was short of cash.

I've known him ages.

That's why I helped him.

Mm.

So it wasn't just a
constituency matter?

What did he say that prompted
you to give him the money?

He'd got it in his head
that I killed Carrie.

The bloke's brain is
addled, I know, but, anyway.

He said he was gonna
go on Twitter

and reveal I was
Carrie's killer.

To be honest, 200 quid seemed
worth not having the hassle.

And are you Carrie's killer?

No.

Where were you the afternoon
of the day she went missing?

I've no idea.

Did you fall out just
before she went missing?

No.

There's a pal believes
she was angry with you.

What pal?

We were teenagers.

Feelings ran high.

They also ran high on the
picket line, didn't they, love?

For the benefit of the
tape, DCI Stanhope

is showing Michael Tennant
photographs.

Now, these were the last
pictures taken by Carrie

on the day she disappeared.

We had them developed.

Now, did she find out
that you are a liar?

That's you, isn't it?

With the other scabs.

[shouting]

[camera clicks]

We didn't have any
money coming in.

We were desperate.

So were a lot of people.

My dad couldn't do it.

They'd have crucified him.

I only crossed a
couple of times.

How did Manttan know
you'd crossed the picket?

His uncle crossed with me.

I think it must've been him.

Others, there was
an unspoken code.

Mm.

Honor amongst scabs.

If you like.

But this fella, he must've
told Terry, who told Carrie.

When?

At Carlisle?

That's what he told me.

When she went to visit
him that weekend.

I guess she didn't believe
it, wanted to see for herself.

I wasn't sure that
she'd seen me.

Had no idea she'd taken this.

Look, I'm not proud of it.

I was just trying
to help my family.

Mm.

They'd vote you out round
here, wouldn't they,

if this got out?

Yeah, they would.

Did you kill Terry Manttan to
make sure it stayed secret?

No.

'Cause I'm not a psycho.

Did you kill him because he
twigged there was a connection

between you and Carrie now
that her body has been found?

I'm used to people not
thinking much of us, but this?

-Come on.
-It's your livelihood.

And you know, from experience,

desperate people, desperate
measures.

No.

Makes sense to me.

[knocking]

Please don't do this to me.

Please, don't stitch me up.

Whatever point you're
trying to make, I'll listen.

I'll cut a deal.

We'll work something out, but
just, please, don't ruin me.

I've got a family.

This isn't us playing politics.

This is about a young lass
with her head smashed in.

So stop crying for yourself
and shed a few tears for her.

Ma'am.

What?

Forensics have got a
print from the knife.

It's not him.

But they have got an
historical match.

[siren wailing]

[tense music]

-Mr Telling?
-Is he dead?

Will you come with me now, sir?

Give over.

I can manage myself.

Fella your age took out
a bloke 30 years younger.

If you hadn't ruined
so many people's lives,

I'd be impressed.

Rage gives you strength.

Snuck up, didn't I?

Like he did with Carrie.

And I got him in the back.

I got him back!

Bill, shut up, man.

Don't say another word
until we get a solicitor.

That man saw me every day.

He watched my life fall apart.

He saw me lose my wife,
lose everything,

and there he was two
doors up knowing.

William Telling, I'm
arresting you for the murder

of Terrence Manttan.

You do not have to say anything
but it may harm your defense

if you fail to mention,
when questioned,

something you later
rely on in court.

Sorry, these can pinch.

And I believe we owe
you an apology, sir.

Our line of inquiry regarding
the abortion came to nothing.

I'm sorry if we caused
you any distress.

Shove your sorry up your arse.

I knew that anyway.

You feel sorry for
him, don't you?

No.

A bit.

Did you oversleep?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, I should've
come clean.

Aye, you should have done.

I was, I was just
being an idiot.

-Hoo!
-It won't happen again.

No, it had better not.

What's the betting he goes
for diminished responsibility?

Playing the doddery old fella.

Least he confessed.

But I could've got Manttan
in the dock.

He could've had justice
that way.

Why do people insist on
messing their lives up?

Guess he thought it was justice.

Well, would his daughter
have wanted that?

For him to die in jail?

Bad news.

Carlisle young offenders'
finally found the dates.

He was definitely inside,
Manttan, on the day Carrie died.

His mom's on the visitors' log.

Oh, that is not good.

That is not good at all.

This is our fault.

I don't know how, but
an innocent man dead.

That's not good.

Terry Manttan was behind
bars on the day

Carrie was murdered.

I don't believe you.

Mm.

You're protecting him.

No, I'm not.

I have a log of his movements
on the day.

But you lot, you came
in all guns blazing.

And you thought we
were after him, mm?

But then you've suspected
him all along, haven't you?

Yes.

He was no good.

The family was no good.

When I arrested you, you
said you were only doing

to Manttan what you thought
he'd done to your daughter.

What did you mean?

Sneaking up unexpected.

Coward's way.

But we didn't reveal
to you the manner

of your daughter's death.

So how did you know that?

Who is it thought they'd
got you the inside track?

Someone who couldn't stick
how you were fobbing me off!

I know it all.

How she died, what he did.

Fact that you cocked
up the DNA evidence.

That's true, isn't it?

So even if you did find him,
he'd walk away scot-free!

Let's keep it focused,
Mr Telling.

I did you a favor!

I got the fella when
you couldn't.

Or I thought I did.

I'd like to make an official
request that we take a break.

It was your mate,
Stan, wasn't it?

So where did he get that
information, hm?

Did he say?

I think he got it
from your lass.

What lass?

That girl you fobbed
me off with.

Bethany.

I mean, I didn't.

I swear I barely said
a word to him.

I mean, that's not even
true, is it, about the DNA?

Are you sure you didn't
say anything

that could've been
misinterpreted?

Of course she didn't.

Stan made it up, didn't he?

To set Bill off.

Knew his mate had
a hair-trigger.

Manttan knew that
Stan was a scab.

So Stan set Bill off
to silence him.

[Bethany] No, why reveal it
now after all these years?

[Aiden] Maybe he was paying
him off all these years.

Or because Manttan knew
something that's important now.

Something that could link
Stan to Carrie's death.

Let's get him in.

I told Bill that, aye.

He's a right to know what
happened to his daughter.

You're lying.

You weren't divulged
that information.

Well, it's the truth, isn't it?

No, you're wrong.

Manttan didn't kill Carrie.

You set Bill onto
an innocent man.

What do you think to that?

You had something to hide,
so you set Bill onto Manttan

to protect yourself.

Do what?

Did Carrie know something
about you?

You know, something that might
have caused a confrontation?

No, me and Carrie never
had a cross word.

Where's this come from?

How would people feel, eh,
to know that you were a scab?

A scab?

Now you have lost me.

Why have we got a file on you?

Or was there some other reason
we were blackmailing you?

You've got it wrong.

No-one's ever blackmailed me.

No, you weren't a
scab, were you?

You were an informant.

There was an officer
I talked to,

to try to simmer down
the hatred, you know.

It was setting the
community against itself.

Me and this other fella
tried to talk.

And have you spoken to
this fella recently, mm?

Your contact?

This officer?

I felt you were fobbing
Bill off.

Have you spoken to him recently?

I met him the other night.

He gave me some details.

And what was this
officer's name?

Alan.

Alan what?

Alan Dawson.

Aiden.

[knocking]

You told us you met
him at evening classes?

Yes.

Now, come on, love.

What's his real name?

He told me it was Alan.

Turns out he was married,
so it could've been a lie.

Did he know you were married?

Oh, yes, I think that
was the point.

Look, any little detail.

Anything that's going
to help us to trace him.

His home, his family--

No, nothing.

I never asked, he never told.

The only thing he said
when we were ending it was,

that his wife had breast cancer.

We talked about that
for a while.

He wanted to care for
her and he wanted to

[Both] Be supportive.

Thanks, love.

Come on.

[dramatic music]

Did you tip off Stan
Conville about Terry Manttan?

No, I presumed our
conversation were confidential.

Mm, but you know who I
mean by Stan Conville?

You're a good detective, Vera--

Don't patronize me.

I never did, did I?

Stan wanted to know
the inside track.

I felt as if I owed him.

You made me see how I'd
let that community down.

Yes, it was inappropriate
for me to tell him.

And if I'd anticipated the
consequences, I wouldn't have.

There, you have my confession.

Yeah?

Well, I don't believe you.

Because a couple of
months before Carrie died,

you were having an affair
with her mother.

Well, that's not strictly true.

No?

I was sourcing important
information.

And she caught you both together
in some cafe, didn't she?

Beryl's told us.

Yeah, she did.

And I broke it off immediately.

That were around the time
Charlotte were diagnosed

with breast cancer
for the first time,

and I couldn't continue
in this line of work.

Oh, an officer and a gentleman.

I never blatantly lied.

No, you just left out a little
detail on the work front.

Did Carrie recognize
you on the picket line,

the day she died?

Only, I thought these
shots were just random.

They're from Carrie's camera.

But when I looked again
they're nearly

all of the same officer,
it's funny, that.

Look, there's one.

As if she was trying
to tell us something,

gather evidence.

This one, you can even
see his number.

What do you think of that?

Did she threaten to
blow your cover?

Is that why you killed her?

No.

What about your marriage?

I love my wife.

Oh, says he who was touching
up anything with a pulse.

It was them against us.

I needed an advantage and I
felt if I went undercover--

And took advantage
of a miner's wife?

I made a mistake.

I miscalculated.

I did believe that the
future of this country

lay in me infiltrating--

Oh, what a load of rubbish.

You just didn't want to
get caught playing away.

No-one asked you
to go undercover.

Alan bloody Dawson!

What a charade!

Just an excuse to
get your leg over.

Shame on you.

Don't blame the times,
blame yourself.

You followed Carrie
Telling and you killed her.

I did go after her.

I just wanted to talk.

She had a camera.

I wanted it.

She refused.

I made a grab for it
and there were a fracas.

A "fracas"?

Ha, the size of you
and a young lass?

Liar!

You murdered her and
you buried the evidence.

That's your problem, Vera.

You've always been a
little bit too clever

for your own good.

That's why you never
found yourself a husband.

Oh, that's a dagger in my heart.

Arrest him for murder.

I'll wait in the car.

Mr John Warrick, I
am arresting you--

Before I go with you,
I'd like to give my wife

her medication and say goodbye.

Please.

Please.

This is just for
Charlotte's sake.

But you...

I can hardly bear
to look at you.

[solemn music]

We have just been informed
that local

MP Michael Tennant has resigned.

The former pitman had
recently been helping police

with the investigation
into the disappearance

and murder of teenager
Carrie Telling in 1984.

Although Mr Tennant was not
suspected of any involvement

in her death, the inquiry
revealed the MP repeatedly

crossed the picket lines
during the strikes,

something he has strenuously
denied in the past.

They don't work.

So what are we gonna do
about your timekeeping, mm?

I'm on sleeping pills.

I've had insomnia.

Last couple of months.

I thought as much.

I don't miss everything that's
in front of me, you know.

It was a cold case.

You couldn't have got
there any sooner.

Try telling that to
Terrence Manttan's family.

Warrick had people
going for years.

Where do you hide
a tree, Aiden, hm?

Come on, where?

In a wood.

Right.

Where do you hide outrageous
behavior?

In outrageous behavior.

The rumors were a sign.

The smutty jokes, jokes
about rumors.

And I chose to ignore it.

All the innuendo.

He was charming, yes, but he
never once tried it on with me.

And before you laugh,
I haven't always looked

like this, you know.

It was because you
were too smart.

You'd have sussed him out.

Yeah, maybe.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Do you want to wait
until Beryl's done?

No.

Carrie would want us to
be together, I think.

Oh, uncuff him.

A bit of dignity.

Go on, where's he going to run?

Thank you.

Well, on behalf of
Terrence Manttan's family,

you know where you can
stick your thank you.

What?

[solemn music]

[dynamic music]