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As far as I'm concerned, my husband is still alive,

and I have no reason to believe otherwise...

..since his body has not been found.

This programme contains scenes which some viewers may find upsetting

and some strong language

INTERVIEWER: Do you think that you would like to see him again one day,

if you do believe he is alive?

Um, as it appears that he doesn't WANT to be seen again,

at any rate so far,

I don't want to see him again.

And that's purely up to him? I mean, if he walks through the door,

you would be glad to see him,

despite all that's happened? Exactly.

Yes, I would be glad to see him.

Tilly.

Won't come.

Come on.

I wish to interview him

and I'd like to interview him as soon as possible.

Have you any idea why he is isn't coming forward at the moment?

No.

Do you think there is a chance that he is still alive?

I hope he is.

Of Lucan himself, nothing has been seen

since his children's nanny was found battered to death

here in the basement of the family home in Belgravia.

This just doesn't happen, does it?

The chances of you being adopted

and finding out that your real mother is in one of the biggest

murder mysteries of all time, it's just... It's unbelievable.

The Westminster Coroners' Court returned a verdict that

Sandra Rivett had been murdered by Lord Lucan.

When you start investigating more and more,

that's all you think about.

Exhaustive police searches of the south coast produced no clue.

Soon the hoteliers of northern France

were to start a worldwide fashion for spotting Lucan.

There's been many, many sightings all round the world,

none of them have turned out to be Lucan.

And then you realise

nobody's actually really got very far with it at all.

Do you think he's altered his appearance at all?

Again, I don't know.

The very fact that Lucan's face

is so well known is as confusing

as it can be helpful.

If alive, he could easily change his appearance completely.

There were obviously various different ways

he could have aged, and it will depend completely on his lifestyle.

The murder of my mother.

The obsession was, well, where's Lord Lucan?

Sandra was forgotten about.

The police found the body of Sandra Rivett,

the nanny, battered to death,

bundled in a mail bag in the basement.

I've seen more photographs of her dead than alive.

Everything that you do read about Sandra in newspaper cuttings -

lots of boyfriends.

Two children out of wedlock -

my half-brother and myself -

and then to give us both up for adoption,

that probably didn't look very good neither, did it?

That's a lovely picture, isn't it?

These are the only photographs I've got, just these four.

They tell me nothing.

Then you start thinking about, well, actually, who knows my mother?

I thought Veronica, Lady Lucan,

the second-last person to see Sandra alive.

So, in April 2012, I wrote to Lady Lucan.

I didn't really expect a reply

but I did have one.

"Subject: Mother.

"I'm so glad you got in touch.

"Your mother had only been with me

"for eight weeks before she was murdered.

"She was kind, loyal and a dignified woman.

"She was the best nanny we had.

"You should be reminded that, in the 1960s,

"to have a child out of wedlock was still frowned upon,

"and contraception often failed.

"I say this to assure that your mother was not promiscuous.

"If you have any further questions, do not hesitate to put them.

"My very best wishes."

I thought that was really nice, that she'd got back to me like that.

Did you write back? Yes.

"I don't know you personally,

"but feel sad for you over what's happened.

"I do not know if the stories about your husband living in another

"country are true or not.

"I am not sure how I feel towards him, taking my mother's life.

"Anger, cross and hatred are all the things I feel from time to time."

But now?

Not from time to time now.

It's worse, is it?

Yeah, it is worse, yeah. Because, um...

Oh, it's a lot worse.

My anger is, um...

I sort of have to control it, I suppose.

What did Veronica come back to you with?

"I think that you should concentrate on the fact

"that my late husband killed your mother BY MISTAKE."

In capitals.

That's no mistake.

Can't just get away with this.

If he's alive, I was going to find him.

Hundreds of sightings are still pouring in from all over the world.

The police followed up stories in southern Africa in Mozambique.

Have you ever seen this man?

No, sir.

No? Same man?

No?

By the spring of 2012,

what I knew almost certainly was that Lucan had got away to Africa.

I had the leaked Scotland Yard intelligence report that gave us

the name he was believed to be living under in Africa -

John Crawford.

I decided, if he's still alive, I'm going to get him.

Do a shot of me, a nice shot, nice and steady.

Hold it for ten seconds.

I know what I'm doing here, guv.

We don't talk whilst we're recording.

I'd forgotten how annoying he was!

Stuart Crookshank had been with Customs and Excise,

run Heathrow Airport.

I said, "Look, would you come with me?"

I had some ex-Customs colleagues who knew how Mozambique operated.

An inside track.

John Crawford's name was run through

the new Mozambique passport computer.

How did you get on?

Hello, Glen. They've checked out the name for you.

And the result?

No trace, I'm afraid.

John Crawford not coming in, not going out.

Boom, dead end.

I must admit, I did... I...

Yeah.

Because you go into all of these, like, pumped up,

going, "Here we go, here we go!"

And it was just dropping off a cliff.

We worked together for many years.

He's an optimist, he's positive.

He then dropped it on my toes

that Lord Lucan's brother was in Johannesburg.

Hugh Bingham, Lord Lucan's brother, was just across the border.

He'd moved to South Africa only six months after the murder.

He'd joined a very niche sect called the Theosophical Society.

A religious group influenced by Buddhism -

only 35,000 people.

The trouble was he didn't give interviews.

Even the lead detective had gone in the '90s

to try and talk to Hugh, and he wouldn't have any of it.

I'm afraid the answer is absolutely unchanged.

I don't wish to get involved in this.

Is there any chance of having a talk with you without filming?

That wouldn't serve any useful purpose.

My mind is made up on this.

I'm sorry to have troubled you. Not at all.

So, we go to Johannesburg,

and the Right Honourable Hugh Bingham is living in an area

that has very tight security.

High walls, security cameras, barbed wire, intercoms everywhere.

And I remember knocking on this old metal door.

The door slowly opened,

and there was Hugh.

And he didn't like journalists.

What's the one thing that's going to get him to talk to me?

And, of course, it went down with Neil like a bowl of sick.

I was disgusted with Glen

even trying to go down that road.

We'd been working together for a few years and he comes out -

well, he could be innocent.

No-one knew exactly what took place in Lower Belgrave Street

that night.

But there was evidence

that there was another man in the run-up to the murder

staying in the house.

One of the children gave a statement

testifying that there was a man who'd been staying overnight

in the house.

The man had never been traced.

Now that, for Hugh Bingham,

is going to suggest the police have botched this,

that they've just fingered his brother Lord Lucan,

without looking at the entire picture.

And it worked.

I do believe my brother was innocent.

I think he realised immediately,

er, that the dice were very heavily loaded against him.

And so he decided

that the only alternative

was to remove himself from the picture.

Do you believe he committed suicide on or around

the night of the murder in 1974,

or do you believe he did escape?

The idea of suicide, I think, would not be a goer for my brother.

He was a man of considerable resourcefulness.

He would have found a sanctuary somewhere and,

in the nature of things,

he would have had to have lived a very...restricted life,

to remain undetected.

But in your heart of hearts, if you like, in your soul...

Mm. ..do you still think your brother is alive?

I have no knowledge at all.

I have no evidence one way or the other.

Thank you. Done. Done.

Tea or coffee?

A cup of tea would be lovely, thank you very much.

A cup of tea would be lovely. Erm, yes...

Stop recording.

TAPS KEY

Yeah, that was when it got interesting.

It was when I'd turned the camera off

and I was packing up the kit,

he said, "Look..." Matter-of-factly, in a way.

"..he did escape, he did get away...

"..and he became a Buddhist."

And then he said he'd gone to India.

I said, "Where do you think your brother is?"

And he said, "A retreat in India."

The fact that he said the word "retreat"

suggests to me that it was a spiritual sanctuary,

if you like,

or somewhere where he was safe.

I'm fairly certain that what Hugh told me was the truth.

He meant it and I respect him.

So, I have no reason not to believe it.

And then he said

that, in 2008, he'd died.

Matter of fact.

Hugh had said, "He's dead."

Your gut reaction is to believe that, isn't it?

Initially.

Why would he be lying?

Well, there's lots of reasons why he would lie, of course,

because if you get that across, that his brother's dead,

then people stop looking for him

and the whole thing just goes away.

But something always turns up.

Five years after Glen met Hugh,

I had a letter in the post from Perth, Australia.

"Perth?

"Who do I know in Australia? Who do I...? Perth?"

"Dear Neil.

"This short letter is to establish communication

"between you and myself.

"In 2002,

"a Buddhist monk - fake..." - in brackets -

"..by the name of Adam Kadmon

"came to me and confessed to me

"about what sounded like murders

"involving two women

"by the names Sandra and Veronica.

"Some days later, Adam Kadmon tried to kill me.

"I will explain everything in the near future,

"but I can tell you, yes, Lucan did kill your mother,

"I'm sorry to say.

"I hope to hear from you as quick as possible.

"Good luck. Stephen."

What did you make of that?

Er... Well, to begin with, to be honest,

I thought somebody that's absolutely crazy,

and...what on earth is this man on about?

I thought, "The first thing I've got to do is ring Glen."

He'd got a letter from Perth in Western Australia.

A man who thinks he's met Lord Lucan under a different name,

I was like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

And then Neil just dropped in that this man is a Buddhist.

And I'm transported instantly back

to the Theosophical Society in Johannesburg 2012 with Hugh Bingham,

and what he said.

And it's what you'd call...

..ping! A connection.

AUSTRALIAN ACCENT ON TV: His disappearance

has long been shrouded in mystery.

Suspected killer Lord Lucan, the British aristocrat,

hasn't been seen since his children's nanny was murdered.

Suspected of murder for more than four decades,

Lord Lucan has been Britain's best known fugitive.

His children's nanny, Sandra Rivett,

was found bludgeoned to death.

A massive manhunt failed to find any trace of Lord Lucan...

Well, this is massive.

It is, it is, but let's not get carried away.

We've just found a letter,

some of which is a little bit,

"Really?" Question mark. Question mark.

Oh, yeah, definitely.

But contains a crucial bit of information.

Potentially, if this man's correct,

then Lucan could still be alive.

And then if he's still alive, let's go and get him.

Mm. It would have been a lot easier

if he'd decided to disappear to France, wouldn't it? Yeah.

If you're going to disappear,

you might as well go to the furthest country away.

Mm. And Perth is the most isolated city...

Yes, it is, yeah. ..in the world.

Neil, I could see, was falling in.

We'd got the Buddhist link. Now what?

I've got contacts in Scotland Yard. I rang them.

And they said it warrants further investigation.

He is a man of potential significant interest to law enforcement.

Go with an evidence-gathering reason.

You've got justification -

you're going with the son of the murder victim, Sandra Rivett.

All right, Tilly? I'm off now.

All right?

Be good.

Lord Lucan.

High living, gambling, speedboat racing aristocrat.

The idea of him being a Buddhist,

that's extreme.

Yes.

And I'm thinking, "Is Stephen right?

"Is he wrong? This is crazy.

"Is Stephen crazy?

"Am I crazy?"

I said to Neil, "We're following the evidence."

Is this it? Yeah.

There'd been this ping-ponging of letters to Stephen.

We had his address - we'll go knock on his door.

THEY KNOCK

Hello. Hello, Stephen.

Nice to see you.

Good to see you, good to see you. Please, come in.

Are you sure? Thanks. Yeah, sure.

I just knew there was something wrong.

I could sense there was something horribly wrong with this man...

..who used - his name was Saddhatessa.

But he keeps changing his name all the time.

When I first met him, he said his name was Adam Kadmon.

The last Buddhist name was Bhargharama Bama, or something.

But, anyway...

Can you tell me how you linked Saddhatessa to Lucan?

How you've realised they're one and the same?

I'm just trying to think - it was a long time ago.

20, 22 years ago now.

SIGHS

What happened was, my camper van went down, blew a head gasket,

so, it takes a week to get your motor back, you know,

what do you do? You've just got to hang around.

So I asked around a few people

and I ended up renting at his place.

The first night I went down to the house,

I walked in and he was sitting on the floor in the lounge room

dressed in these Buddhist robes.

I could tell that he was English.

How do you mean by that?

It...It was an educated English accent.

I looked at him.

I just knew he was a very suspect character.

You could sense it. You could feel it.

Well, I can. You know?

Stephen Gillis.

There was an air of, kind of, alternative lifestyle about him.

Sparse. He admits he's had problems

fitting into mainstream Perth lifestyle.

Over the following days, wherever I went,

he was there waiting.

He used to go to parties, kept on looking at me all the time,

and I'm looking away and I'm...

I could just sense that this guy is getting infatuated with me.

He was leading a double life all the time.

He'd be a monk in his robes one day,

and people would see him, and then they'd see him at a party

the next night and he's not in his robes

and he's a homosexual trying to get on to men

and things like this, you know?

What was it exactly that he confessed to you?

He used... He was a highly unusual person, you know.

He used the words, "People have karma to be repaid."

He said "Stephen, it's your duty to listen to me.

"I want to confess to you.

"Two women back in London, Sandra and Veronica,

"they had karma to be repaid."

You know, he was proud about what he'd done.

Like, "I killed Sandra. She had karma to repay. It's her own fault."

Buddhist monk meets random loner,

confesses to murdering somebody in London

and then going on the run for 40 years.

That is quite out there, isn't it?

Yeah, that is, yeah. I mean, you wouldn't do it, would you?

Erm...

Maybe he just took a liking to Stephen

and was trying to show off to, sort of... You know

I can only think that maybe it was that. Something like that.

I just turned around, and I said, "Look, piss off.

"Just go down the house and stop this bullshit all the time."

So, he...he looked up at me and he says, "You know too much."

His partner - boyfriend -

he grabbed hold of a piece of wood,

about that long, with two four-inch nails sticking out.

And he just come at me.

Put my arm down to protect myself as the swing was coming in

and took out halfway through my muscle body here,

two four-inch nails that went halfway through all of the tendons.

And then the swing come back and whacked me across the head.

And I was rolling, I was seeing stars.

He had a white shirt on - it was covered in blood.

There was blood everywhere.

And then he just raced at me,

and I'm yelling out at him, "Stop, stop!"

He straddled my arms back with his knees,

and just kept strangling and strangling.

Saddhatessa has come up with his robes and everything,

yelling out, "Kill him, kill him! He's going to kill you - kill him!"

I'm starting to lose consciousness

and I could hear in the background this woman screaming.

Saddhatessa's jumped across, trying to pull him off

because now there's a witness.

Then the police arrived and took his partner to the police station

and took me to the hospital.

God, I'm hot.

Fuck!

This is a restraining order.

This one's for sexual harassment,

this one here is sexual and psychopathic intimidation.

And the other one is a violence restraining order.

"Intimidating or behaviour in a manner that is likely

"to lead to the breach of the peace."

I tried to get him to turn up in court

but I could never get him into a courtroom

to cross examine him about what happened.

And he keeps changing his name all the time

so you're not sure what name to use on the restraining order.

Adam Kadmon here. Yeah.

I think it was in this one

when he changed his name to Christopher Newman.

Christopher Newman. "I'm a new man."

It was really weird.

There was one restraining order against Saddhatessa.

The other two were only applications.

A couple of years after, they all took off,

I thought, "I've got to find out who this Saddhatessa guy is."

All I done was just put in a search on the internet - murder,

Sandra and Veronica. Search.

Lord Lucan come up.

That whole thing was like being in a psycho movie.

Which is basically why I've become a recluse for the last 20 years.

I'm still trying to digest what he said.

I mean, some of it was crazy stuff.

Do you think Stephen could have made all that up?

Really?

But is there an element of you wanting to believe it all?

I mean, look, you know,

he could have just gone onto Google, googled all of that,

and then...looking into your mum's murder,

getting bits from here and a bit from there.

We don't want to be taken for a couple of mugs.

I'm focusing on the bit that I want to focus on -

the confession, which is actually my mother.

I don't know.

There's no point believing anything unless it's true, is there?

Or unless you can prove it... No, but I...

I want you to find the murderer of your mum.

But I don't want you to be fed a whole load of, er...

Well, we'll just have to dig deep and try and find other people.

I'm very cautious.

Did he write anything to the court, or did he write anything to you,

or...? I've kept all the letters he sent me.

Would it be possible I could have one or two of these?

Yeah, if you can use them, all the better.

It's terrible writing. It's...

I mean, it's weird that he's written all in capitals.

Of course, if you write in capitals,

then you can disguise your actual real handwriting.

"Dear beloved Stephen.

"What can I do to heal and make up for all the...

"..all the ma...

"All the pain and..."

"..and make up for all the pain and hurt that you have been through?

"Sometimes I am feeling so close to you,

"as if you are holding me deeply, closely in your arms."

"You want me to come..."

This is very interesting,

"You want me to come clean. I would if I could."

Would he be on the verge of confessing?

"You want me to come clean and I would if I could.

"All I want to do is come clean, and I would if I could."

But he can't, can he?

From talking to Stephen,

we found out Saddhatessa was operating out of a sanctuary

called Day Wah Jan.

I managed to find the details of a lady who had gone there

with her mother in the '90s.

She sent me a nice email.

This must be the sanctuary.

I'm guessing that that is Elsie

and a picture of her mother.

"Hi. Around 25 years ago, my family knew this man.

"He and my mum were quite close.

"We would love to talk to you. What day is best for you?

"Thank you. Elsie."

Saddhatessa ran the centre.

He was, like, the main head monk at Day Wah Jan.

What was he like?

Hmm.

Different.

He was...

He was different.

Posh accent and very commanding of a room.

Knew what to say, knew how to say it,

knew how to get you in,

knew how to make the eye contact with you

and feel like you're the only person on Earth.

We all got told that he travelled from England

all around the world to learn Buddhism.

His Buddhist name - Saddhatessa,

but his name that we knew of him,

like, his regular name, was Derek Crowther.

And he said he had a family and a past.

He loved kids.

He played the wizard at my sixth birthday party.

And that's myself at the front in the white dress.

That's Saddhatessa? Saddhatessa.

Unreal.

And then this one,

this is Saddha and I sitting there. We're playing a game.

It was great, it was a beautiful centre.

It was like fairyland there.

And then it all changed.

Two Buddhist monks came over from Tibet,

the Tibetan Buddhist Society,

and kind of realised that he just wasn't doing the right teachings,

kind of questioned his credentials.

They told Mum that he just wasn't a real monk.

He was, yeah, fake. Fake monk.

After that, he just disappeared.

Nobody knows if he was alive or...dead.

Very, very strange.

Guru Derek.

Not a proper monk, had a family...

..and then disappears.

Saddhatessa wasn't easy to find.

Glen and I, we were in and out of cafes, bars,

Buddhist markets.

You kind of think, "Oh, what am I doing?

"We're 20 years too late."

The guy with the grey hair?

No, I don't think I've seen someone...

We were wandering around with photos of an old monk

asking youngsters, "Have you seen this man?"

Some sort of wizard at a children's party.

I'm an investigative journalist. Am I on the right planet?

I was excited.

Is this the person that murdered my mother?

We're looking for an Englishman, who was here in the 1980s, '90s.

Ah, you're investigators?

Well...

Are you a cop? Not a copper.

I'm a builder, but I am investigating.

This face is familiar.

Kind of monk, like a monk.

It moved something in my brain.

I don't know what he did, why you're looking for him.

Well, we're looking for him because Neil thinks he murdered his mum.

Whoa!

How old was your mother?

She was 29.

Oh, my God.

But let me tell you something - if someone doesn't want to

be found here in Australia, you won't find him. Why?

Australia is so vast.

1,200 square kilometres per person.

Authorities, they don't make checks.

Who's going to know you?

From one town to another,

you can change names, appearance and everything.

They don't know any better.

If you want to catch a criminal, you've gotta think like a criminal.

Try to understand - what would you do?

Where would you go?

How you would behave?

If I would have done something bad,

I would be the best person where I am hiding.

Doing something for the community.

Hiding in plain sight,

so everybody will love me

or everybody would say that I'm a good man.

I hope you catch him, my friend.

I hope you do. Yeah.

That was good.

So being a Buddhist monk is a brilliant disguise.

If Lucan had become a Buddhist monk, you need to carry that on.

Let's try "Buddhist retreat, Perth".

So, I just assumed that he'd still be a Buddhist monk doing good.

There's tonnes and tonnes of Buddhist websites.

I just started wading through as many as I could.

# This is the age of prophecy. #

Their music's quite relaxing, isn't it?

I came across one particularly well-made website...

# The revelation... #

..showing some quite strange activities.

But also, the video looked like some sort of Buddhist garden party.

# And I am you... #

I was fascinated

because there was an old man in a purple shirt

serving himself lunch.

Oh, I see an old man....

..with a long face.

Grey beard.

Oh, he's even got a waistcoat on.

Look.

He's serving himself yoghurt with his left hand.

What's the significance of that?

Lucan was a left-handed card player.

The old man looked very, very similar

to the old man in the photos we'd collected.

God, this could be him.

Just, all...identical.

So, what have we got?

He seems to like coleslaw.

Lucan played cards with his left hand.

This man's serving himself with his left hand.

He might have hurt his right hand.

His right hand might be holding an apple, we don't know.

But for Neil, you know, full throttle, boom.

The video was on a website from a guy called Darpan.

I managed to get his email address off his website.

I had to get in contact, but I had a big problem.

I couldn't be me, Neil Berriman.

I'd been on TV.

I'm the son of Sandra Rivett.

I personally know that the convenient drowning of Lord Lucan

is not true.

SHUTTERS CLICK

Anybody, including Lucan, could have googled me.

To catch a criminal, you have to think like a criminal.

So, I had to create a story and go undercover.

I had to pretend that...I was a Buddhist.

I needed a name.

What better than being Bezza Dugal?

I thought, "Bezza Dugal - that's...that's excellent."

Where did you get "Bezza Dugal from?

Dugal, um, yeah...

Yeah. Um...

Dugal was my best friend.

He's over there.

And Bezza was my nickname when I was at school - basically from Berriman.

So, Bezza Dugal - little bit hippy, little bit out there.

Is it? I think so.

I had to iron out how I'd met Saddhatessa.

Stephen had told me that Saddhatessa used to drink in a coffee shop

in Perth, so I came up with this story

of me going into this coffee shop that I've never been into before

and having a nervous breakdown

in...in the coffee shop.

Subject - Nice old man.

"Dear Darpan..."

I wrote that Saddhatessa was there and sorted out my mental state.

I was only in there for about an hour,

but Bezza was very grateful for what happened and I wanted to thank him.

"He is...in your home video.

"Purple shirt.

"If he is alive,

"he would be...

"..82.

"Please help.

"Take care.

"Bezza."

Send.

Neil went off on a strategy which I have no involvement in.

So, he didn't ask your advice? Didn't tell you he was doing it?

No, he went rogue a bit.

Can I have a cup of tea and a still water, please?

What cup of tea would you like?

Just a normal cup of tea with some...

Creates a complete new identity,

false memories.

I mean, talk about creative licence.

But that was it. You can't take it back, once you've done it,

and he'd done it already - he'd created Bezza Dugal

and it was under way, so things were happening.

"Hi, Bezza, his name is Vajra Sambava.

"He lives in Brisbane, Australia.

"He's 82 and chipper."

He's alive.

Ah, you... I couldn't...

So, this old man's not dead, but I still don't know who he is.

But he's alive.

If he'd come back and, "I'm really sorry, he died three years ago,"

then what would I have done?

Yeah, what WOULD you have done?

I don't know. I would have been devastated.

I mean, that being... That was just like a lottery, isn't it?

It's a 50/50. The email was... It's a 50/50.

It's like tossing a coin.

Dead or alive, dead or alive, dead or alive.

And he's alive.

It's like everything's meant to be.

We knew that we were getting closer...

..so I said to Glen, "Let's get on the road to Brisbane."

Before we set off, the chancer in me,

I thought I would just push it one step further.

I emailed Darpan again, explaining to him

that I wanted to send the nice old man a birthday card.

His birthday, I wrote 18th of December.

And I knew that Lucan's birthday was the 18th.

Morning. Morning, how are you going? May I have two coffees?

Of course, and what was your name, please? It's Neil.

Straight away, Darpan wrote back.

And this, it's...it's...incredible.

"I told Vajra about your inquiry and he was happy to hear about you.

"That was very thoughtful of you to remember his birthday.

"Bless. Darpan."

Wow.

It's worked a treat, absolute treat.

It couldn't have gone any better.

The whole Bezza thing...

Mm.

I mean, you know, Neil just created Bezza Dugal

as if he was just spat out of Mount Doom.

CHUCKLES

Yeah.

I'm not a control freak, but I like to plan things.

This is more my area of expertise.

I've done 30 years of this sort of stuff.

But, yeah, well he doesn't listen.

He's always, 24/7, thinking about it.

It drives you mad.

To be fair, though, it is your expertise,

but if you went by the book and you did it how you were trained to,

then you wouldn't be creating a fake ID

and infiltrating a Buddhist commune. No.

God, I know, it takes ages, doesn't it? If you jump in, I'll drive.

Yeah, OK. So you hold it for me. What, was there a queue?

A little one.

So, we are off to Brisbane.

It's a five-and-half-hour flight, on the other side of the country.

We took a place in the hills outside Brisbane.

It's an interesting place. I think Glen had booked it.

It's got no windows.

It's like a cow shed with the front missing.

I don't mind this.

God.

And an outside toilet!

I think it's nice. It's rustic.

Darpan said the old man had a carer.

You can reach him through WhatsApp, and here's his number.

So, OK, WhatsApp.

I need a photograph

for Bezza Dugal's WhatsApp profile.

And it couldn't be me - people would potentially recognise me.

But I could use my mate Dugal's.

So, I wrote to the carer.

"My name is Bezza Dugal.

"I knew the nice old man in Perth in a coffee shop in 2002.

"I would like to make contact.

"Bless.

"Bezza."

Send.

PHONE CHIMES

Good luck, Bezza.

Brisbane. Population, 2.5 million.

Wherever he was, we needed to be ready.

BEEP

Armed.

Three yellow lights.

Recording.

I brought out my boys' toys.

I was desperate to use them.

The tech side is my responsibility.

I'm a bit old in the tooth for it, to be honest, but, um...

Max is 45 minutes on these and then you're done,

so you've got to get in and out.

For Neil, he's obviously stressed about this whole endeavour

and is very emotionally invested.

THUNDER RUMBLES

Do you ever see that getting in the way?

It does get in the way,

but at the same time, he does understand the boundaries.

You know, as long as he keeps cool,

as long as he keeps calm and doesn't do anything irrational

or stupid, great.

ALERT PINGS

We're on.

Mitchelton.

How do you spell it? M-I-T-C-H...

Yeah. ...E-L-T-O-N.

Queensland.

I've got a message from the old man's carer.

Through all this lying and deceit, I now have an address.

There he is, there.

Here we go.

Look at the size of them!

It's a big house, three layers,

on quite a posh, wide Queensland avenue on the outskirts of Brisbane.

Right, so from Landsborough, Queensland to Mitchelton,

4053,

I reckon we should get the train.

TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT

It's all about relaxed - being relaxed, confident.

Casual.

The next station is Wilston.

They didn't know that we were coming.

We set off...

..and then realised there was a problem.

I couldn't be Bezza Dugal because...

..I didn't look like Bezza Dugal,

because I'd already sent a picture on of Bezza Dugal.

Your friend Dugal.

Yeah, my... Well, actually, my...my friend Dugal.

So they would have recognised me

of not being somebody with white hair and a beard,

Two more stops.

The next station is Mitchelton.

Oh, God.

I said to Glen, "What are we going to do?"

He says, "I don't know."

I said, "The only thing that I can think of doing

"is Bezza Dugal's dead."

The story that Neil concocted,

we were there to deliver some bad news.

We're friends of Bezza Dugal,

we'd been asked by the family to say thank you to the old man

for his emotional support that he'd given to him

all those years before in the coffee shop at Perth.

This is us.

We're here.

Mitchelton Station.

Oh, God. What ARE we doing?

Press the button.

Oh, shit. Hang on, it's over here!

Oh, I see, yeah, yeah.

We were at a point where I was absolutely shitting myself now.

Hold it up here. That's it.

One, two, three.

BEEP

There you go, see that? See the light?

Well, everything was riding on those glasses.

Well, let's just get past the door knocker... Yeah, OK.

Stop getting on at me. OK, um...

OK, let's go. I'll follow you.

Let's go. Let's do it, then.

NEIL EXHALES

Oh, God.

How are you? Hello, boy.

All right, let's just do it.

Walking towards the house...

..it hits me.

Do you actually realise, Neil, that maybe we've tracked

somebody down that's one of the biggest stories ever?

The person that murdered my mother.

Panic struck.

I said, "Look, I'm telling you now, I'm not going in that house."

Were you worried about what he might do?

Not really, no, because I knew he was old.

Were you worried about what you might do?

It went through my mind.

Come on, Neil. Let's just do it.

You'll be fine.

You know, and your heart is pounding away at a rate of knots.

And I knew he was getting quite cross.

"You've got to go in, if they ask you in. You've got to go in.

"Come on, Neil, you can do it. You can do it.

"Come on, come on!

"Come on, it's only over there."

I'm glad Glen was with me.

He's my mate, he's my partner in crime.

I think this is the one.

There's your porch, there you go. Knock on the door.

HE KNOCKS

BELL RINGS

The strange thing is that, when we got to the door,

I changed.

I want this.

Around this way.

Hello? All right?

The carer came down the stairs.

I knew that I had to be somebody else,

but I didn't think of a name

until I was standing at the bottom of the stairs

when the carer came down,

and then I just said, "I'm Pete."

I'm...I'm Pete, that's Glen.

Nice to meet you. How're you doing?

And who was Glen? Glen.

I'm a friend of Dugal's.

Yes. Bezza Dugal? Yes, Bezza Dugal. Bezza.

And, um... Yes.

..we're here on business... Yes.

..and we've got to go back literally

in sort of like ten minutes.

Well, come on, come on. And, um...

The carer referred to the old man as Christopher.

And a quick dive into the property records

showed that the place was rented by a Christopher Bell.

Another identity.

Shall I call him Vajra or Chris? Vajra?

Chris. Chris?

The carer said Christopher was in his office,

"I'll go and get him."

And then out of this door...

..just comes this...

..old man.

Vajra, or Christopher. And I remember Glen's name.

I'm Pete. And Pete, yes. Perfect. Hello.

Nice to meet you.

Vajra, nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Um, we're here on business.

Yes.

And, um, Bezza Dugal...?

You've been in touch with my friend Bezza Dugal?

Yes. Um... I'll be able to find you that picture of him...

Yes.

VOICE-OVER: I-I shook his hand.

I'm Pete, but inside I'm Neil.

And I kept thinking, "Right, OK, this is means to an end.

"A means to an end."

So, I had to explain to them that Bezza Dugal had...

Was...Was dead.

Yes, there he is, there.

OK, that...

SHUTTER CLICKS

That's the picture, obviously, you've seen...

And you're English, we were told, by Bezza.

Where from? From...?

You're from Belgravia, aren't you? London.

You used to live in Belgravia, I think Dugal told me.

He'd been brought up by the Theosophical movement.

You couldn't make it up.

We can match that with Hugh Bingham,

who was in the Theosophical Society in South Africa,

his own brother.

CHUCKLING

That's a beautiful photo.

He was quite relaxed.

He seemed happy to have his photo taken.

These phones are amazing these days.

It was quite weird.

The old man, he was on the verge of opening up about his past.

It was like...

..two people had come from England and he was excited.

Princess Margaret?

He knew Princess Margaret.

And we knew that Lucan mixed in the same

social circles as Princess Margaret.

Oh, really?

He said that he, as a child,

used to go to the kitchens,

and he knew the Princesses,

and Margaret particularly well.

He could conceivably have met her.

It's possible, yes.

But would he have been allowed in the kitchens

at Buckingham Palace when his father was working there?

Would Princess Margaret have been down in the kitchens,

having such a great time with the son of the baker's hand?

Unlikely.

Was she? Oh, you know...

LAUGHTER

You can only push your luck for so long.

Neil's fuse was beginning to burn down.

The whole conversation I wanted to turn

into, actually,

"You bastard. I know you're Lord Lucan."

Anger leads to...mistakes.

Oh, yeah...

I called him Neil.

He's just called me Neil.

I just want to say, it's been a pleasure meeting you.

Thank you.

Nobody noticed.

I want him out. He's talking about cards,

he's becoming a loose cannon, let's get out.

I would have taken it further if it wasn't for Glen.

Thank you for your time.

Bye-bye. Thank you, gentlemen. Bye-bye.

Take care. Safe journey to you. And you. Take care.

We're trying to solve Britain's biggest murder mystery.

No-one finds Lord Lucan.

So, how do you feel?

I'd fucking murder him, wouldn't you?

This path has been littered with skeletons

of my journalistic colleagues for decades before me.

Knows Princess Margaret really well?

Do you think it's him? Of course it is.

You're sure, now?

In a million years.

Posh accent, Belgravia.

No-one goes wandering into an old man's house in Brisbane

and finds the man hunted by so many people for so many years.

It can't be him,

can it?

English, walks like a toff.

Arms behind his back.

He's the same age as Lucan,

and the same birthday.

The Interpol arrest warrant states that he's got blue eyes.

This man has blue eyes.

Do you think there is a chance that he is still alive?

I hope he is.

Saddhatessa, Vajra...

He can be anywhere, I just don't know.

..Derek Crowther, Adam Kadmon, which means "new man".

Do you think he's altered his appearance at all?

Again, I don't know.

Christopher Newman. Literally, "new man".

And now Christopher Bell.

He writes to Stephen, "You want me to come clean.

"I would if I could."

He writes in capitals.

Elsie said that he talked about having a family back in London.

Comes from Belgravia,

knew Princess Margaret,

Theosophical Society.

There's roughly 35,000 Theosophists in the whole world.

I have done the maths.

The chances of bumping into another Theosophist is one in 228,000.

That's Lucan. Course that's Lucan, all day long.

Lord Lucan is still alive

and living in a Buddhist monastery...

You can see there, the nick in exactly the same place.

Does this guy know he's the chief suspect?

Who are they claiming this person is?

Lord Lucan.

Oh, no, no!

No, it's not my friend, Lucky.

We need something else.

At this precise moment,

I don't know what that is.