New Tricks (2003–2015): Season 8, Episode 4 - New Tricks - full transcript

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You've met Olivia before?

Yeah, yeah. We've worked
together a few times, actually.

- Hi, Sandra.
- Hi, Olivia.

Apologies in advance
for the state of the office.

My pathology days are numbered.

- I'm taking early retirement.
- Really? Why?

Well, I always said

once I was spending more
time at my desk than in the lab,

it was time to go.

Oh, excuse me. Sorry.

Go on.



I've been trying to clear up
some unfinished business

before they turf me out,

and I came across something
that I thought might have an impact

on a case that
Robert is overseeing.

The serial rapist
operating in East London.

The women that were
attacked in their cars.

I heard you had a suspect.

Yeah, we had a good
suspect. Anthony Gunnell.

But not enough evidence for
the CPS to take it any further.

The main problem is

that none of the victims
remember the attacks.

The rapes were drug rapes.

All the women
attacked worked shifts.

They were all raped
in the early hours.



The last thing any of
them remember clearly

is stopping to buy a coffee
at a mobile snack van.

And guess what Anthony
Gunnell does for a living.

So the women drive
away with their coffee to go.

They all remember
feeling unsafe to drive,

so they wind down the window,

but they can't keep
their eyes open.

So what does Gunnell
put in the coffee?

Temazepam. Very
effective in the right dose.

Sorry.

And Gunnell is the
common denominator, then?

And it seems that
being caught once

taught Gunnell
to be very careful.

- Of course he has previous.
- Attempted rape.

Isn't this case active?

Because if it is, I can't really
see how UCOS can get involved.

What you'd be
looking at is a murder.

Kathy Green. Market stallholder.

Found dead in her van.
6:00 a.m., February 7, 2009.

That's six months before the
first rape victim came forward.

I performed the autopsy,

and I determined the
C.O.D. to be respiratory arrest

due to drug overdose.

Stomach contents were
coffee and sleeping pills.

Obviously, a killing
doesn't fit Gunnell's pattern.

But one of the items
found in the van

was a lid of a
polystyrene takeaway cup.

She bought the coffee in the
early hours on her way to work.

It fits.

Yeah, I can see the logic...

Sandra, do you
need to take that?

Yes, unfortunately, I do.

Sorry.

I'm on my way.

I thought I was picking
you up at the station.

So did I.

- Mum, you're early.
- I am not!

Yeah, you are, actually...

Sandra, I'd really much prefer
that we didn't start this week

with a row on your doorstep.

Right. Thank you very much.

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Sorry. Sorry I'm late.

Well, that's just
not good enough.

It's not only your time
you're wasting, you know?

So, how is your mother?

Same as ever.

Anyway, shall we get on?

Have you managed to take a look?

Yeah, can I make
sure I've got this right?

We're not
investigating the rapes.

Not really. No.

- And we can't go near Gunnell?
- No point.

He doesn't cooperate
with the police.

And since the
rape investigation,

his lawyers have
been using words

like "harassment" and "lawsuit."

So, officially, what
are we investigating?

The suspicious
death of Kathy Green,

who died early in the
morning on her way to work

after drinking takeaway coffee.

Do we mean "suspicious"
or simply "unexplained"?

How do you mean?

Well, it's a bit
of a leap, isn't it,

from "accidentally took
too many sleeping tablets"

to "murdered by
a sexual predator."

How could she
accidentally take pills

she didn't have
a prescription for,

neither did anyone
in her family?

A prescription's not the only
way to get temazepam, is it?

It's got a street value.

Maybe she took
them recreationally.

Or suicidally?

No suicide note. No
history of depression.

No history of drug abuse.

No sign of a sexual assault.

And Gunnell is a
rapist, not a murderer,

which is why Operation Sapphire
haven't included her death

in their investigation.

Yeah, well, I've been
thinking about that.

What if he didn't
mean to kill her?

What if it was
manslaughter, not murder?

If she was his victim,

she would have been
one of the early ones

'cause he'd only been out
of prison a couple of months

and only had his
roadside vendor's license

for about a week.

So maybe he hadn't worked out

how much of the drug to put in
the coffee and added too much.

Yeah. Maybe.

So how do we investigate
without investigating?

Cook Street Market.
Notorious in my day.

The only market in London

where you could buy half a
pound of mince and hard-core porn

from the same stall.

- Morning.
- How lovely.

- Manchego?
- Oh!

Thank you. Very nice.

That's very kind of you.

Would you like a cracker and
a glass of wine to go with that?

- Ooh, that's a thought.
- Little chablis maybe?

Don't be silly. Listen.

I'd like you two to go and
speak to Kevin Baxton,

who's the market inspector,
and anyone else who was around

on the morning that
Kathy died, okay?

What are we doing?

Got to talk to the Greens.

No! You're not allowed dairy.

The Greens are greengrocers.

This must be Mr. Bun the baker.

Come and get your caulis.
Two for a pound, now.

Two-for-a-pound caulis.

Mr. Green? Billy Green?

In a minute, love.
There's a queue.

Yeah, I'm not here
for the fruit and veg.

I'd like a word with
you about your wife.

She's with her mum, love.

- No longer with us.
- I know.

That's why I need to
have a word with you.

- Dad?
- It's all right, son.

Get back to work. I'm not
taking them caulis home.

Cheers, love. 'Round the back?

Cheers.

So I thought it was
all done and dusted.

Why are you going
over it all again?

We tie up loose
ends. It's what we do.

Right.

You must have some
questions you want answered.

Well, yeah.

I lost my wife. My
son lost his mum.

And just after Elsie had died.

- Elsie?
- Kathy's mum.

She had dementia.

I'm sorry to hear that.

That's why Kathy decided
she ought to move in with us.

So we could keep an eye on her.

That must have been tough.

Of course "we" meant Kathy.

In the end it became
a full-time job.

Luckily, David had
finished at school,

so he could come down
and help me on the stall.

Looks like there's been a
few changes around here.

Yeah. We're all
hummus these days.

Thanks to Kathy.

This place was all
set to be closed down

and sold off by the
council three years ago.

You say "thanks to Kathy."
Why? What did she do?

Everything.

Started up a petition.
Talked to the press.

She never liked
to let things lie.

Sort them out, take them on.

Sounds like a lovely woman.

Yeah, that's 'cause
she was. The best.

That's why I can't
get me head around it.

'Cause that's what
you're saying, isn't it?

What do you mean?

You know who killed her.

Who? Who killed my mum?

This is an apricot galette.

The chef who made
it was trained in Paris.

Cordon Bleu.

- Do they do sausage rolls?
- You're such a peasant.

Anyway, while you've
been stuffing your face,

I've been talking
to stallholders.

And?

Some of them were there
when Kathy's body was found,

but none of them remember

anybody answering Gunnell's
description hanging around.

Mind you, it was a winter's
morning, so it was dark.

Yeah. Hold that!

Oi! Oi, oi!

Oi, get that off my car.

I said get it off. Now!

If you didnae want
to be clamped,

you shouldnae have parked here.

Listen, you doughnut, I'm with
the police on an investigation.

Fine. Then you won't mind
showing me your warrant card.

No, I don't...

I'm not actually a
serving officer anymore.

- Oh, I see.
- No, we're with a special unit.

Hold on, hold on. I've got...

When you say "special,"
do you mean "imaginary"?

Clamp it.

Oi!

Did Kathy have a
regular route to work?

Yeah, she'd have
stopped off at the suppliers.

- And where would they be?
- Bermondsey.

She'd have picked up the
stock, come straight here.

She liked to set up on
her own on Saturdays.

Me and David would
come down later on.

Would she ever
stop for a coffee?

There's usually a van here,

but it takes them a little while
to get set up in the mornings.

If she was desperate for a brew,

she'd have stopped off
somewhere on the way.

Does she have a regular stop?

Not really. Wherever
she could park the van.

What about a roadside snack van?

Is that how this guy operated?

What, waited at cafés and that?

We're talking
about my wife here.

Yes, I know, and I'm sorry.

David! David!

Great. You've set him off now.

Probably be lucky to get a
word out of him this week.

He's certainly got a temper.

He's a teenager. That's
all he's bloody got.

- So if you don't mind...
- Just one more thing.

The tablets that were
found in Kathy's system.

Any idea where they
might have come from?

No, we never had anything
like that around the house.

- Really?
- What, you don't believe me?

No, it's just that
with you having

your mother-in-law at home,

there must have
been tablets around.

Yeah, if you shook
Elsie, she'd have rattled.

But they said they
were the wrong kind.

Is there anyone that we
could speak to about that?

There was Helen Gilder,
the nurse they sent.

She was a godsend.

Who do you think you are?

Kevin Baxton, market inspector.

Look. I actually have
some identification.

So do I, in the office.

Look, come and talk to
my detective superintendent.

She'll vouch for me.

Well, that's a good idea.

But maybe she should
have spoken to me

before you all turned
up in my market.

Oh? Your market, is it?

I should be informed of
any investigation going on

in these premises.

You'll be informed
of your rights

and taken down the
station in a minute.

On what charges?

Impersonating a human being!

You are everything that's
wrong with this country.

Jumped-up little sods who
think they rule the bloody world.

Oi! I'm talking to you.

I beg to differ.

Then perhaps you'll talk to
me in a professional capacity.

See?!

You were the last
person to see Kathy alive?

Well, I saw her van arrive.

She was the first person
in the market, as usual.

How long before
anyone else arrived?

About half an hour, 20 minutes.

I was too busy to
give you an exact time.

Busy? Doing what?

My duties.

Making sure the
refuse areas are clean,

that nobody selfishly
parks in the loading areas.

Basically, I ensure the
market is safe and clean

for the traders
and the customers.

So you were doing your rounds
when you found Kathy's body?

I thought she had fallen asleep

in the front seat
of her van at first.

That's against the
rules as well, is it?

It is, actually.

But that's not why I
knocked on her window.

I knew she'd been
having domestic issues.

Her mother had recently died.

I just wanted to make
sure she was okay.

But she wasn't.

I opened the door, and
she fell to the ground.

She wasnae breathing.

Someone else must
have called an ambulance,

'cause I was trying
to administer CPR.

But, of course, it was too late.

What happened then?

I had the van moved.

Did you notice anyone
hanging around,

anyone you didn't recognize?

It's a public market.

Look, I'm sorry.

You can talk to the
traders if you like.

We already have.

And I have to say, Mr. Baxton,

you don't seem to have a
lot of fans out on the market.

Well, people like
the idea of rules

until they have to live by them.

Have you noticed how apples

don't taste of anything anymore?

Well, they've had it bred
out of them, haven't they?

All they want is something
that looks good in a fruit bowl

and won't go off.

They've sacrificed
flavor for shelf life.

Well, that tasted all right.
You know, like a banana.

Yeah, but think
about your food miles.

Oh, I rarely think of
anything else, Gerald.

So Kathy could have
visited Gunnell's coffee van.

Or she could gone
somewhere entirely different.

And there was nobody
around Kathy's van at the time.

I might be able to extrapolate
the route that she took to work,

see if it took her
anywhere near Gunnell.

I think we should talk to
Elsie's nurse, Helen Gilder.

Double-check the medication
in the Green household.

Rule out the possibility
of an accidental overdose.

Yeah, but it's not easy to
take sleeping pills accidentally.

You can hardly mistake
them for your vitamin...

I'm just saying keep
an open mind, that's all.

We all want
Gunnell off the street,

but for the right reason.

Anyone else with a motive?

I doubt it. Sounds like
she walked on water.

Well, she did save the market.

That's a hell of a
lot of livelihoods.

What about the family?

Her husband made
all the right noises.

Son's a bit of a
handful. Bad temper.

Yeah, a deliberate
overdose, though?

That's an act of premeditation,
not teenage temper.

That's very sneaky.
Got to be a right snake.

Got anyone in mind, Gerry?

Well, Kevin
Baxton fits the bill.

I'm not being funny.

He says he found
the body, right?

Now, they were in
that market 20 minutes

before the next trader came in.

He had easily enough time
to make her a cup of coffee.

Yeah, I suppose.
One question, though.

How much did it cost
you to get unclamped?

100 quid.

Yeah, but that's not the point.

It's not the money.
It's the principle!

Careful, you're foaming
at the mouth again.

All I'm saying is

I can't imagine a little
control freak like him

would have liked Kathy
interfering in his market.

And I bet you any money
you like he's got previous.

Nah. Didn't strike
me as the type.

He's all about rules, that one.

Yeah, but maybe he thinks
he's just above the law.

Fine, fine. Pull his
record and take a look.

With pleasure.

And that's it for
the time being.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- No, Gerry, I'm warning you.

I don't want a police
harassment complaint on my desk.

I don't need the paperwork.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, you're back, are you?

Yes, Mother.

I was beginning to
wonder where you were.

At work. Where else would I be?

Indeed.

I thought you were gonna take
some time off whilst I was here?

I said I'd try.

Well, I've cooked.

Thank you.

And it's ruined.

And I don't know what
else we're gonna have.

Sandra, I'm amazed
that you don't have scurvy.

You do know that you're allowed
to keep food in your fridge?

Vegetables, even?

Wine doesn't count as
one of your five a day.

Excellent idea.

It would be so nice if
we could actually plan

to do something
together whilst I'm here.

We should at least
try to spend some time

in each other's company.

- Come in.
- Thank you.

Yeah, Kathy.

That was an awful shame.

She was a lovely woman.

She really cared
about her mother.

Uh, look, we don't
want to disturb this lady.

Oh, Mrs. Myers won't
mind. Will you, darling?

Oh!

Still, perhaps we could...

Oh.

Okay.

- Will she be all right?
- Yeah, she's as good as gold.

Come this way.

Do you know how Kathy died?

Overdose.

It was sleeping
pills, wasn't it?

Any idea how she might
have got hold of the drug?

- Wasn't prescribed for her.
- No. Or for Elsie.

Woman in her state
doesn't need sleeping pills.

It's what they do best

when they're getting
near the end... sleep.

So you'd never seen
any at the Greens' house?

It doesn't mean
they weren't there.

People cope in different ways.

What are you saying?

Kathy was a swan.

You know, serene on the surface,

but under the water she
was paddling like mad.

Maybe she needed something
to help her stay afloat.

Was there something
else going on?

With the family?

When someone's on their
way out, it brings things up.

Things that were
never said. You know?

What was it that
Kathy wanted to say?

On the night that Elsie died,

Kathy and I stayed up
till the early hours, waiting.

And Kathy talked about
her mum and her childhood.

Elsie had been quite
strict, apparently.

And Kathy had rebelled a bit.

When Kathy was
19, she got pregnant.

She had a little girl, and
she gave her up for adoption.

Anyway, the daughter had
been trying to get in touch.

But with Elsie and
everything else,

Kathy just couldn't cope.

And she couldn't
talk to Billy about it.

It was tearing her up.

After Elsie died, do you know if
Kathy met up with her daughter?

No, I've no idea.

It was the only time
Kathy ever talked about it.

But I did wonder how
it turned out, you know?

And then I heard
that Kathy was dead.

God, that was awful
news to come home to.

Where had you been?

Benálmadena.

In Spain.

I was going there for one
of my trips to the chemist.

Couldn't you find
one a bit closer?

Not one that will give my
old dears what they need.

There's lots of drugs

that can make geriatric
patients' lives a lot easier,

but the bloody doctors
won't prescribe them.

Too expensive?

Well, why would you want
to waste NHS resources

on those that have been
paying their stamp all their lives?

So I worked out that
with the right EU forms,

a charabanc, and a
friendly Spanish doctor,

I could get my ladies and
gentlemen what they need.

- That's brilliant.
- But is it legal?

Oh, no, it's all aboveboard.

As long as they only bring back

what they've had
prescribed for themselves.

So, obviously, that means the
old dears have to come to Spain.

So they have
to be fit to travel.

But them that can
make the journey,

they have a right old time.

Well, it's nice to know

that someone's prepared
to put themselves out.

Well, that's what
nurses do, don't they?

The hard work that doctors
won't dirty their hands with.

Speaking of which, it's
bath time for Mrs. Myers.

So unless you'd like
to give me a hand...

We'll leave you to it.

I told you there was something
weird about that bloke.

- What bloke?
- Kevin Baxton.

Is there a history of violence?

No. He's got a history of
violence being done to him.

What?

This guy's been involved
in 13 different assault cases

in 15 years.

Listen... common assault,
aggravated assault, ABH,

a nasty GBH.

This bloke has been
punched, kicked, slapped.

He's even had a
car driven at him.

That'll be the GBH.

He really knows how
to get up people's noses.

Yeah, and probably
had a profit from it and all.

- Of course.
- Eh?

He'll have some
ambulance-chasing solicitor

on speed dial.

Where there's blame...

And you came very close
to sticking one on him.

Good job I didn't.

But you see what I
mean. It's not right, is it?

It's not illegal, either.

If people are crazy
enough to lose their cool

and resort to violence over
where they park their car...

I think we should have
a proper look at him.

And I think that
harassing someone

who enjoys their
day in court is stupid.

So unless it's actually
relevant to the case, Gerry,

leave him alone.

Brian. What have you been up to?

The stuff's come
through from highways.

I'm just wading
my way through it.

Anything?

Well, the good thing about
Gunnell driving through London

is that Big Brother was
keeping an eye on him.

He worked every morning that
week, including the Saturday.

But it's still not enough.

It wasn't enough
for the original team,

and it's not enough for us.

So how did you get
on with Nurse Helen?

Oh, yeah. Was she
a naughty nurse?

Not in the way your
filthy mind is thinking.

I don't think getting geriatrics
medical help is naughty.

- I think it's bloody heroic.
- It's dangerous.

She doesn't even know
what she's bringing back.

They go to the Costa
del Sol, not Colombia!

It's all on prescription.

And she's right... When
people get to a certain age,

doctors just fob them off.

- Ain't that the truth?
- You've no idea.

Oh, God, I've set 'em off.

You go to a doctor's these days,

and the first thing he
looks at is your date of birth.

Then they all say
the same thing.

"Oh, it's all you can
expect at your age."

You know, you could go to
my GP with a mild case of Ebola

and he'd still say it
was down to your age.

Before we all throw
ourselves on the scrap heap,

perhaps you'd
like to find out more

about Kathy's long-lost
baby daughter?

Sandra.

What the hell is she doing here?

Thank you.

- Morning.
- Morning, sir.

Mum. To what do
we owe the pleasure?

Well, if the mountain
won't come to Mohammed...

I was just telling
Mr. Strickland

he really needs to do something

about that ignorant
child on the desk.

He wasn't gonna let me through.

You mean the constable
who was just doing his job?

Luckily, there are still some
gentlemen in the police force.

Well, it was either
escort you through

or have you arrested

for verbally abusing
one of my officers.

I was just trying to
teach him some manners.

Sandra, could I
have a word, please?

Yes, of course, sir.

Jack.

Grace!

Can I interest you
in a cup of tea?

I am so sorry about her.

Oh, don't be. She's delightful.

And you have excellent manners.

I was wondering whether you'd
had any luck with your new case.

Yeah, actually we've uncovered

a couple of interesting
lines of inquiry.

Excellent.

It goes without saying,

as soon as you have anything
we can add to the Gunnell file

and take to the CPS...

I didn't say the
lines of inquiry

had anything to do
with Anthony Gunnell.

I see.

Look, sir, I-I know how you
want this case to turn out,

but I still need to do a
thorough investigation.

Oh, I wasn't suggesting
otherwise, Sandra...

Not for one moment.

Of course not.

In fact, I rather
resent the implication.

Then I apologize.

Keep me informed
of any developments.

Sir.

So, Mum...

Not that it isn't lovely to see
you, but why are you here?

Oh, I knew you'd forget.

Lunch?

Made a reservation
at that place.

I was telling you this morning.

Yeah, as I was
walking out the door.

Well, all I've
seen of you so far

is the back of your head.

Well, I'm afraid I can't
leave now. It's too early.

- Then I'll wait.
- That's not an option.

Well, how am I
supposed to get back?

- How did you get here?
- Bus.

Grace, why don't I
give you a lift home?

Oh.

Thank you.

There you are.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Well, I'm sure my daughter
will be very grateful, too.

She is very busy.

Yes, I know. She tells me
every time I speak to her.

She's busied herself
out of everything...

A relationship,
a family, a life.

She seems pretty happy to me.

Well, you're not
her mother, are you?

No.

Anyway, thank you.

Bye.

Bye.

How was she?

Thank you.

Ah, I've found her.

Megan Fellows,

born Homerton Hospital maternity
unit on the 17th of May, 1991.

Mother registered
as Katherine Sutcliffe,

later to become Kathy
Green when she marries Billy.

- Well done.
- Homerton Hospital?

- That's Hackney, isn't it?
- That's what I was thinking.

That's a hell of a tube journey

when you're just
about to give birth.

Maybe she wasn't at home
when she went into labor.

Ooh!

Is there a father registered
on the birth certificate?

No, but I have got the
last-known contact details

for the adoptive parents,
Mr. and Mrs. Fellows.

Good. Call them.

Aggh!

What's rattling your cage?

This is an exercise in futility.

I've gone over all the evidence
the sexual-assault squad had

on Gunnell's movements.

And?

And usually I'd
expect to find a slip-up,

a pattern no one else can see.

We know. Because that's the
weird way your brain is wired.

Yes, well, this time nothing.

They've done very well with the
evidence they've managed to get,

but it's just not
enough evidence.

CPS was right, then.

Gives me no pleasure
to say so, but yes.

And the kind of person that
could plan something like this

is exactly the kind of person
we should be putting away!

Yeah, of course.

I can see how that
would be upsetting, yeah.

But sadly that's the
kids of today, isn't it?

Yeah.

You haven't any idea where
she might work, have you?

You have?

Hi.

Welcome to Clucky's
Chicken. How can I help you?

We're looking for Megan Fellows.

Who sent you?

Detective
Superintendent Pullman.

This is Jack Halford from UCOS.

We'd like to speak to you
about your birth mother.

What?

What's wrong?

So why didn't
anybody tell me before?

Did you not think I
might like to be informed?

No, I don't suppose
you bloody did, did you?

Um, you're not supposed
to smoke in here.

Are you gonna arrest me?

Believe me, this is better

than what you're already
breathing in, in this place.

Okay.

Why don't you tell us
what happened with Kathy?

I'd wanted to get
in touch for ages.

Mum and Dad had told me from
the off that I wasn't really theirs.

They had two kids
before they got me.

I was their charity case.

They only got me to look
good in front of their friends.

- I'm sure that's not true.
- It is.

I was their little project.

And when it didn't go to plan,

when I didn't like
their posh school

or the stuff they bought
me, they called me ungrateful

and that I didn't
know how lucky I was.

That's when I told them I
wanted to find my real mum.

But they told me I had
to wait until I was 18.

And then?

When you were old enough?

I wrote a letter.

And another.

She just ignored me.

Not a word.

So I thought,
"Bollocks to this."

I found out where she
was, and I went to see her.

I just knocked on
her bloody door.

- Her kid answered.
- David?

Oh. Oh, is that his name?

What happened?

I told him he had a new
sister, and I invited myself in.

And then mummy dearest
comes to see what's going on,

and I finally get to meet her.

And the reunion wasn't
exactly what you'd hoped for?

All I wanted was an explanation.

Why she gave me away.

What was so wrong with me?

Well, she was only
19 when she had you.

So?

I'm not much older,
and I couldn't do it.

And even if I did, I might
find five minutes for my kid

if she came looking for me.

Her mother had just died.

And how the hell was I
supposed to know that?

But it's all right.

I've got the message now.

She's gone.

I better open up.

Them spicy wedges

won't put themselves
in the fryer, will they?

Mum, listen...

I'm sorry about earlier.

Hiya. Sorry I'm a bit late,

but I just went down
to social services,

had a look at Megan's file.

I can guess what's in
that without looking at it.

Didn't do well at
school, if she ever went,

in and out of trouble
when she was there,

and left as soon as she could.

Yeah, that's pretty much it,

except I've solved
the Hackney mystery.

When Kathy became pregnant,
she moved in with her sister.

- Ah...
- Great. Text me the address.

Jack, let's go.

Come on, Brian!
Seek and ye shall find.

- Davey, get these tables.
- Morning.

Look, I'm not being funny,
but we're late setting up.

Dad.

Like I said, we really
haven't got the time.

This shouldn't take too long.

I just wanted to ask if
Kathy had ever mentioned

a Megan Fellows to you.

Why? What's she
got to do with all this?

You know who she is?

She's nothing to
do with me or Kathy.

- She's Kathy's daughter.
- So?

Kathy's long-lost daughter

who got in touch just a
few weeks before she died,

and yet you didn't think it was
important enough to mention.

Look, I didn't know
what to think, all right?

I'd only just found out.

- When did she tell you?
- She didn't. He did.

Kathy wasn't gonna
tell me anything...

That she'd been to
the house, nothing.

He couldn't
bloody wait to stir it.

- It wasn't like that.
- Shut up and get on with it.

Well, perhaps she was
worried how you might react.

Look, I'd been married
nearly 20 years.

I thought I knew
everything about my wife

'cause she knew
everything about me.

No secrets left.

So it was hard to take,

something like that
coming into your life.

And he was in a state about it.

I wasn't. I was just surprised.

Oh, yeah?

That's why you did one of
your disappearing acts, was it?

Had me and your mum
out looking for you all night.

Think that's what she needed?

With your nan just
dead. Selfish little sod.

Anything else you
want to drag up?

Anything else
you'd need to tell us?

No.

I do hope that is the case.

Megan found her?

She... She actually
got to meet her?

I don't think the
reunion went well.

Oh, God. Poor Kathy.

I think it was fairly
hard on Megan, actually.

Oh, yeah, of course it was.

Look, you don't understand.

Meeting Megan again

was something that
my sister had wanted

ever since she... well,
she'd had to give her away.

You make it sound like
she didn't have a choice.

Yeah, 'cause my mother
didn't give her any choice.

Kathy was six months gone when
she told us what was going on.

I think she'd waited
until it was too late

for Mum to drag her down
to a clinic or something.

She knew how that
old cow would react.

I take it you didn't have

a great relationship
with your mother.

I hated her.

I know you're not
supposed to say that.

Well, especially after
they've gone and died.

But she was a terrible mum.

No, I got out as
soon as I could.

And Kathy?

Well, she always did have an
overdeveloped sense of duty.

You see, that baby
was her way out.

She came to me for
the last three months,

and I really thought that she
was gonna make a go of it.

It wasn't going to be easy,
but I was going to help her.

Look.

Look at her.

She was in love
with that little girl.

And yet she still put
her up for adoption.

I told you, Mum made her.

Mum turned up at the hospital.

I thought maybe she was
there to make things all right.

And she wasn't?

No, she was there to tell Kathy
how hard it was going to be,

how she was too young and
too stupid to be a good mum,

and how the best thing
she could do for her kid

was to give her away to
someone who really wanted her.

But Kathy wanted her. Look.

That wasn't the case
18 years later, though.

Have you got any idea how
hard it was for Kathy with Mum?

- And I couldn't help her.
- Why not?

Well, because every time I went
in the house, Mum went potty.

Oh, it was just... It was awful.

Billy, well, of course he
was next to bloody useless.

You don't get on
with him, either?

Kathy was always a martyr.

She went from a mum who
treated her like crap to him.

When you say that
he treated her badly,

- do you mean he was violent?
- No.

I'd have done a Bobbitt

if he'd ever laid a
finger on my sister.

Actually maybe I
should have done.

Why?

Well, 'cause he couldn't
keep it in his pants.

Ask him where he was
the night my mother died.

Thank you very much.

I hope this wasn't
too difficult for you.

It's all right. I'd rather
you heard the truth.

There's just one thing.

Megan. You've met her?

Yeah.

Is she all right?

Is she... Is she happy?

Well, she has a few issues

that she needs to
work out for herself.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

Is she working?

At school?

I'm sorry. We're not allowed
to give you any more details.

Bye-bye.

Try David.

Sandra, I wondered if
we could, uh, have a...

Oh. Of course. Excuse me, sir.

I, uh... I wanted to apologize

for the way I
spoke to you earlier.

You didn't deserve that.

Thank you, sir.

I... I appreciate that I brought
this case to you with an agenda,

and it's a testament
to your professionalism

that you've investigated
it so thoroughly

and with such an open mind.

Again, thank you.

I would also
completely understand

if you wished to call
it a day on the case...

I won't be doing that.

Right.

Look, sir, I'm as
disappointed as you

that this isn't leading
us where we want to go.

Data. That's all I
need. More data.

And as you can see,
I'm not the only one.

But we have moved a
bloody big rock with this.

And now we're having a good look

at what's squirming
underneath it.

Every family has its secrets.

That's true. But not all of them

have a suspicious, unexplained
death to show for them.

Well, all I can say is carry on.

Of course, um...

we're not the only ones
who'll feel the disappointment.

I'll let Olivia know.

Unbelievable.

Can we talk?

You do know I
have to earn a living?

David calmed down, has he?

He needs a firm hand.
Kathy spoiled him rotten.

Let him get away with too much.

Just like she let you
get away with stuff?

We've talked to her sister.

Oh.

I can imagine what
Jean said. Bad-boy Billy?

She suggested that, at
the time of Elsie's death,

you were having an affair.

Were you still seeing
someone when Kathy died?

For a start, it
wasn't an affair.

It was just a bit on the side.

Oh, that's all right, then.

Look, I know it makes me
sound like a bit of a prat,

but it was tough having a sick
old woman around the house.

I just needed to get
away, take me mind off it.

It was just a bunk up.

And not the first
one, apparently.

But anyway, you haven't
answered my first question.

Were you seeing
someone when Kathy died?

No, it was over by then.

And the woman...
She'd confirm that?

Her husband will.

He came home
early one afternoon.

So then you went back to Kathy?

I never left her.

And she always forgave me.

- She knew?
- Kathy understood.

She understood you,
and you still slept around.

Have you ever been
married? It's how it works.

You accept things about people.

Just like you
accepted Kathy's past.

What are you trying
to say about me?

You think I killed her?

Oi, it wasn't my dad.

You can't just say things
like that, you stupid cow!

- David.
- All right.

No! She can't say things
like that about my family!

- You should calm down.
- Shut up!

That's enough,
David. It's all right, son.

David!

Davey! David!

Oh, great. That's the big one.

Moment you lot turned up,

I knew we were in
for one of his tantrums.

He'll probably be gone
for three days now.

Thanks! Thanks a lot!

I'd like all the names

of the women that you've had
affairs with, please, Mr. Green.

- What?
- Mr. Green?

I need to talk about your
late start this morning.

What, now?

You been waiting for the
right moment all day, have we?

Yeah, actually, this does
seem a bit insensitive.

And I haven't finished yet.

It's okay. This'll
not take long.

- Don't you dare.
- What's he doing?

He's screwing me
over, that's what.

I'm warning you.

Three weeks?

You're suspending
me for three weeks?

You break the rules...

I'll break something!

Billy! Billy!

You really shouldn't
have done that.

Where's the boss?

Custody suite.

We've made an arrest?

Not the big one.

Billy Green's
assaulted Kevin Baxton.

You were right about him, Gerry.

He knows when
to push the button,

and he's bloody good at it.

I've been ringing around
about our friend Kevin Baxton.

All the assaults
happened at the workplace.

Yeah, but we knew that.

All was for the same
employer... The council.

In the past 10 years,

he's gone from one council
job to another council job.

And according to a
couple of past employers,

he got the jobs because he
came with a ringing endorsement.

- Well, he had good references.
- No, but from the same person.

The bent ex-councilor
Steven Coterell.

Baxton's worked at Cook
Street for three years.

Now before that, the longest
he ever managed to keep a job

was six months before someone
chinned him and he moved on.

But because of his friend
who was then in high places,

- he always landed on his feet.
- What do you think?

Don't know. I haven't
quite put it together yet.

Ah, sir.

Mr. Green is currently
contemplating his rash actions

in a cell.

You'll be over the moon
to hear that his victim

has already secured his
own legal representation.

I told you he was professional.

- His legal team...
- "Team"?

His legal team will be
contacting you and Sandra

to get your statements.

Two coppers? Billy could
have chosen better witnesses.

What if I didn't see anything?

And what if I pretend you
didn't just say that, Jack?

When a call comes in from
Caine, Wright and Johns,

you will take it.

I'll make sure he does, sir.

Glad to hear it.

Well, that's got be fun.

Chatting to an ambulance
chaser in a shiny suit.

Ooh, I think that shiny
suit might be Saville Row.

Caine, Wright and
Johns are a very big outfit.

They do all the
big property deals.

Then how can he afford it?

I was right about him.

You're early.

Manage to get out without
waking her up, did you?

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

Making me one?

Don't think you'll
have time to drink it.

You've got a visitor. Megan.

What's she doing here?

Shouting at the
front desk, mainly.

They've put her in an
interview room to calm her down.

Great.

Megan.

I thought you were a copper,
not a bloody social worker.

- Sorry?
- So you should be.

'Cause it's not your job, is it,

bringing long-lost
relatives back together.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Auntie Jean turned up.

And it was you who told
her how to find me, wasn't it?

- Absolutely not.
- But there she was.

Well, doesn't that
tell you something?

I told you... I don't
need this shit.

I don't need her, and I
don't need anyone else.

And I don't need Kathy
Green's bloody letters!

Letters she wrote
and... and never sent.

Now, without the histrionics
and the bad language,

why don't you just tell
me what happened?

Auntie Jean.

That's actually what
she asked me to call her.

She tried telling me how
much my mum loved me.

Well, I don't want to hear it.

You don't want to hear
that your mum loved you?

I don't want to hear the lie.
And then she gave me this.

She said my mum
wrote to me. All the time.

Sent me birthday cards.

She looked after them for her

so the husband wouldn't find
out Kathy's dirty little secret.

Well, I want you to
give them back to her.

Tell her I am not interested.

Have you read them?

I don't want to!

- Read this.
- No.

Look, you can do it here or
you can do it in one of the cells.

- It's up to you.
- You can't do that!

Try me.

Governor, Cook Street
Market's been set on fire.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Where do you think you're going?

You're staying here until
you've read all of them.

I'm not reading them letters!

You can't make
me! I'm not doing it!

Could have been very nasty.

Started early this morning.

Lucky the place was empty.

Yeah, but was that
luck or judgment?

It's a crime scene now.

The fire brigade
are pretty convinced

they're looking at arson.

Someone set fire to a big pile
of cardboard next to the bins.

Yeah, the bins that were
next to Baxton's office.

Another attack to add to
his score sheet, perhaps?

Luckily he was at his
solicitor's at the time, so...

So do we think we might
have anything to do with it?

I think you could
say that, Jack, yes.

CID are questioning him.

It won't be a
tough nut to crack,

so I shouldn't imagine
it would take too long.

Poor kid.

Have Baxton's
solicitors called yet?

What?

We think we ought to have a
little chat with Kevin Baxton.

Do you need to talk to
me about David Green?

I was the target of that
arson attack, you know.

Yeah, we've established that.

But you should be used
to being a target now.

14 assaults in
nearly as many years.

That is if you count
Billy putting one on you.

It counts.

I'll bet it does.

How much do you reckon
you're gonna get in compensation?

It's not about that...

You've had as many jobs
as compensation claims.

You've worked
everywhere, haven't you?

High rises, old folks' home,

multistory car park,
community center.

All council-run facilities.

I enjoy working in
the public sector.

It's a shame the
public don't enjoy it.

Tell us,

if you've been on the wrong
end of an assault in the workplace,

why is it you that
has to move on?

Maybe I don't feel comfortable
working in a violent atmosphere.

Or maybe you feel there's
no point staying there

'cause you the know the
place is gonna be bulldozed

or turned into luxury
flats or a shopping center.

Which is what's happened to
every place you've ever worked,

apart from the market.

A lot of council
properties are sold off.

Yeah, and most of them were sold

by councilor Steven Coterell.

Bit of a scandal about
that, wasn't there?

'Cause he had vested interests,

seeing as he was on the
board of Westoe Developments.

And they were the ones
buying all the property.

Well, I wouldn't know
anything about that.

Really? 'Cause it was
all over the local paper.

And that's why Coterell
lost his seat on the council.

Do you know who does
all the legal paperwork

for Westoe Developments?

Caine, Wright and Johns.

And we know you know them.

So, who is it you do work for?

Is it the ex-councilor?
The property developers?

The law firm?

I don't work for any
of them anymore.

Not since the property
market crashed.

And when I did work for them,
I wasn't doing anything illegal.

Fine, then tell us
what you did do.

Just...

intelligence gathering.

I'd identify any obstacles to
the sale of council facilities.

Was Kathy Green an obstacle?

See I can't imagine your
usual tricks working on her.

Patience of a saint.
Everyone says so.

I was there to see who'd
put up a fight when...

when Coterell announced
his plans to sell.

Everyone was... was so lax
about the market rules and regs,

I got rid of half of them
handing out suspensions.

Apart from Kathy Green.

And because of her family
connection with the market

she was the one who put up
a fight to stop you closing it.

She was nursing
her senile mother.

I didn't think she was
gonna be problem.

You underestimated
her a bit there, though.

What did it take
to get rid of her?

What are you implying?

You were alone with her
on the morning she died.

You don't understand.

When the property
market slumped,

Westoe Developments
lost interest in Cook Street.

But Steven Coterell didn't.

He was fighting his council seat

in the midst of a corruption
scandal, remember?

So what looks
better to the voters?

Being involved in the
regeneration of a local market

or closing the damn thing down?

I told you. I knew
he was a wrong'un.

You knew nothing except that
he clamped your car and you

- wanted to get your own back.
- So?

I've just spoken to the
SIO on the arson case.

They're having a
problem with David Green.

What sort of problem?

Apparently he's
absolutely beside himself

and they can't calm him down.

He keeps asking for his pills.

Pills? What kind of pills?

Well, they've spoken to the GP,

and there's no
prescription on file for him.

Just like Kathy.

So I've called in
someone to help.

- Who?
- Nurse Helen.

I did that digging
like you asked me to.

You were right.

She does go all
out for her patients...

A bit too far for some of them.

And there have been complaints
from the patients' families.

She's very high-handed
and apparently has a liking

for making decisions
that aren't hers to make.

Right. Get her in.

Well, when I heard poor David
needed me, what else could I do?

So these tablets
he's asking for...

Oh.

There you go.

- And this is his prescription?
- That's David's medication.

No, no. That's not what I asked.

Are these prescribed for David?

I didn't know I was coming
here to be questioned.

Excuse me. Can I just...

Ah. The instructions
are in Spanish.

But I know how to
pronounce this bit...

Propranolol hydrochloride.

Sorry. I need a translation.

Beta-blockers.

I'm assuming that David
hasn't got a heart condition.

He needed something
to calm him down.

You should see him
when he loses his temper.

I have.

And I think he needs a
bit more than a few pills.

- He needs proper help.
- I was helping him.

I was helping the whole family.

What? You had them all
on unprescribed medication?

What about Kathy?
What did she need?

You don't understand
what she went through.

You've got no idea what it takes

to look after
someone in that state.

But you do.

Yes.

I don't mean as a nurse.

I mean your experience
with your dad.

You love looking
after dementia patients.

Even after your father?

I give people the
help that I never had.

The help that I
needed, that I asked for.

I'm good at my job

because I understand what
people are going through,

day in, day out,

watching someone
you love just disappear.

So you think it's better
to speed things up.

No. That's not what I'm saying.

There was a complaint
made against you last year.

No, that was all a
misunderstanding.

The husband of
a dementia patient

claimed that you'd
offered to help his wife die.

Now, that was not
what I was suggesting.

I just wanted to make
her more comfortable.

How were you going to do that?
What were you gonna give her?

Did you make the
same offer to Kathy?

Oh, for God's sake!

There was nothing
left of Elsie by then.

Kathy had said all her goodbyes,
said all she needed to say.

It wasn't your decision to make.

I didn't make a
decision. I just...

I showed Kathy that
there was another way.

A better way for it
to come to an end.

I just guided her in
the right direction.

Guided or pushed?

Hi.

She really wanted me.

She wasn't ashamed of me at all.

- It was her mum.
- I know.

I mean, look at it all.

Every birthday card she sent me.

My birth certificate.

My hospital bracelet.

She kept it all.

She was just waiting
for me to get in touch.

But when I did...

Wasn't your fault.
Wasn't the right time.

I know.

She said.

This is the last one.

It's okay. You can read it.

Are you sure?

I think you probably need to.

Megan...

It's this bit.

"Don't blame yourself,
my beautiful girl.

I'm not doing this
because of you.

I'm not even doing it for you.

This is me being selfish

and doing something for myself.

I just need to stop
feeling this way.

I just need to let go."

An actual suicide note.

Yep. Case closed. Damage done.

And Brian's passed on all
the information about Helen,

so she won't be helping
anybody else from now on.

Good.

And the council's
human resources mob

are taking a look at
Baxton's employment record.

And we may be about
to put away a rapist.

Hello, Olivia.

I thought you said that even you

couldn't do anything
with the evidence.

So I found some new
evidence. Using your theory.

You thought that Kathy's
death might have been

a first attempt to drug
someone by Gunnell

and that he'd accidentally
overdosed her.

But the more I thought about it,

you wouldn't overdo it when
you were first trying it out.

You'd underdose.

Someone with a small amount
of temazepam in their system

would be tired and woozy,

but they wouldn't
go into a deep sleep.

But they certainly
wouldn't be safe to drive.

And that's why I
spoke to the traffic unit

and asked them for details of
any early-morning car accidents

in the area around the snack
van in the months between

Gunnell getting his
roadside vendor's license

and the first reported attack.

And?

And I narrowed them down
using the gender of the driver,

the intended destination,

and the suspected
cause of the accident.

I found two women who
crashed their cars going to work.

Cause? Driver error possibly
caused by intoxication.

I talked to the drivers.
And guess what.

Please tell me they
stopped for morning coffee.

Both of them. Both
at Gunnell's van.

Gotcha!

But don't you have the
same problem as the rapes?

It's all circumstantial.

Both the accidents
were serious enough

for the traffic unit to
request blood tests

after the Breathalyzer
tests came back negative.

And guess what they found.

Temazepam?

One of the accidents
was so serious

that someone at the
scene called an ambulance.

Gunnell's mobile!

Proof that he was following the
women after he drugged them.

You've got to put
the case together,

but it could be enough.

Good enough for me.

Right, pub!

Give me five!

- You coming to the pub?
- See you there.

Right. I think a celebratory
cufflink is well in order.

Sandra, just wanted
to say thank you.

And sorry.

I shouldn't have questioned
the direction of your investigation.

- It's okay.
- No, it's not.

I just couldn't bear the
idea of finishing my career

with that bastard
still out on the street.

Yeah. How long
have you got left?

Finished today.

Do you know, I've
never asked you,

have you got a family, kids?

- No.
- Gosh, isn't that strange?

Why do I feel the need to
say something sympathetic?

Well, you wouldn't be the first.

Someone once told me
I could always get a cat.

The thing is, I don't regret it.

I made my choice
and I love my job.

Why should I
apologize about that?

You shouldn't.

Sandra, I just wanted to...

I'll... I'll catch up.

Um, I just wanted
to say thank you.

I was just doing my job.

Yeah, that's what
I'm thanking you for.

Well, let's not forget
that it was a team effort.

I mean, Olivia was the first
one to make the connection.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course.

This is the same woman who
has just walked away from the job

because she doesn't think
she can do it justice anymore.

Do you think that's right, sir?

- Well, you know, I can't...
- Good night.

Mum?

Sorry I'm late.

I thought we had another day.

No. My train leaves in an hour.

Well, I was gonna make
dinner. I've bought vegetables.

Perhaps I've had a lucky escape.

It was a joke, dear.

You don't have to go.

Oh, I think I do.

It was a nice idea, but...

We're not ready.

You're not ready.

And you're very busy. I
mean, I can see that now.

Okay. Fine. I'll take
you to the station.

I've booked a cab.

Of course you have.

Bye, Mum. Safe journey.

Sandra, you know where
I am if you need me.

But don't leave
it too late, darling.

♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter
if you're old and gray ♪

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ Listen to what I say ♪

♪ It's all right, doing fine ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ We're getting to
the end of the day ♪

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