DCI Banks (2010–2016): Season 2, Episode 4 - Dry Bones That Dream - Part 2 - full transcript
Banks defies orders by informally speaking to Martin Fleming on his own though he gets no results. Tom Rothwell returns from America for his father's funeral and tells the police he fell out with his father after seeing him with another woman. Pamela identifies her attacker as a rough-looking Irishman named by police records as Arthur Jameson,an arms fan and former client of Norcliffe but Jameson kills himself before he can be questioned. Following Tom's information Banks discovers that the woman in question was not Pamela. The trail leads to a house where all is revealed - including a money laundering scheme which justifies Banks' suspicions. The case closed Helen at last begins to integrate with the rest of the team.
Keith Andrew Rothwell.
Blowing someone's
head off with a shotgun
is not as easy as it looks.
We need to find out
who Keith Rothwell was
and who benefits from his death.
- When's your son back?
- Tomorrow for the funeral.
Rothwell's computer
files have been unlocked.
There's one code that
appears on most of them.
LS1.
There's a solicitor in Leeds, LS1.
His name's Norcliffe.
Martin Fleming.
Subject of a two-year
investigation into fraud.
Seems Mr. Fleming was at Cambridge
with Daniel Norcliffe.
Norcliffe would have
needed certain expertise.
A nonentity like Rothwell was
perfect. That's why I'm here
to make sure you stay
away from Martin Fleming.
Rothwell and Norcliffe
are working happily together
then Rothwell starts
creaming money off the top.
Norcliffe finds out
he's being ripped off,
decides he doesn't
need a partner anymore.
So he hires someone
to kill Rothwell.
They've had a call
about the photograph
- in the first edition of the Post.
- Keith Rothwell.
Not according to a woman in Leeds.
- Yeah, it's him.
- Robert Calvert?
Yeah. We were in a
relationship for six months.
Treat me like I'm stupid!
Where is he!
Where is he!
Please!
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- Do you want this or not?
- Ah, thanks.
What have they said?
She's taken some heavy
blows to the head.
I'm waiting to speak
to the consultant.
Calvert's flat, Norcliffe's office,
and then Pamela Jeffries.
Somebody has to have
been following us.
Who'd want to take that risk?
Somebody who needs to find
Daniel Norcliffe before we do.
We have to teach new
skills to those left behind
by the death
of traditional industry.
We want to retrain Yorkshire people
and reinvigorate
Yorkshire's economy.
Ken still chained to a computer?
Intelligence gathering?
Yes.
You managed to make them laugh yet?
I wasn't brought in
for my clowning skills, DCI Banks.
- You been listening to Johnny Cash?
- No.
Black suits you.
I'll make a note to
attend more funerals then.
Will Tom Rothwell be going
to his father's funeral?
If he's not, we'll be asking why.
He landed two hours ago.
You will remember that
it is still a funeral?
Be sensitive.
My phone will be off
during the service.
Leave a message if
she dies or anything.
Let us commend Keith Andrew
Rothwell to the mercy of God.
We therefore commit
his body to the ground,
earth to earth,
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
in the sure and certain hope of
the resurrection to eternal life.
Let us pray.
Suffer us not at our last hour
through any pains of
death to fall from thee.
Lord...
Have mercy upon us.
- Amen.
- Amen.
Boss.
Good timing, eh?
Much missing?
Looks pretty professional
if it wasn't for the mess.
We're through here.
DCI Banks, perhaps you can explain
why we need him to come with us.
For pity's sake!
We've just buried my husband
and come back to find
we've been burgled.
Can't it wait?
Have you seen this
before, Mrs. Rothwell?
Tom?
Anna?
I'm sorry, boss.
We need to get him away from her
if he's going to talk honestly.
This is out of place.
What is?
It wasn't him.
He was so controlled.
What if one life bled into another?
I don't understand.
No.
We need to focus on the son.
Tom?
We're going to get
our way eventually.
And probably upset your mother
even more in the process.
We need to speak to people
who knew this other Keith Rothwell.
You all know me.
Not one for long speeches.
We Yorkshiremen
prefer action to words.
Which is why I'm delighted
to be launching this
initiative today.
To give those who've
been made redundant
an opportunity to retrain
and learn new skills
for a new generation of
business in the north.
Thank you very much.
Anything?
Have I matched a name from these
endless weird porn databases
with one from Norcliffe's
endless criminal referrals?
- Yeah.
- No.
I tell you what I have found out.
The number of websites
for fans of gun porn
is dwarfed by those
for connoisseurs of...
well, dwarves for a start,
not to mention nylon,
bubble wrap, puppets.
Puppets?
Puppets.
And I thought men were
after no strings sex!
Ladies, thank you for coming.
See you next time.
- Hi.
- Great speech, Mr. Fleming.
- Martin. Thank you.
- You speak from your heart
as well as your
head and that's rare.
I appreciate that, Inspector.
So, if you're not
interested in retraining,
how can I help?
Well, I'm investigating the
murder of Keith Rothwell.
- Did you hear about it?
- Only what I saw in the newspaper.
I'm going to be candid with you
in the hope that you'll do the same.
This is just an informal chat and
it will remain strictly between us.
It seems there was another
side to Keith Rothwell
that his family knew nothing about.
A man who liked a drink, a bet.
The company of women.
I suppose we all have...
a public and a private
face to some extent.
Well, I'm keen to talk to people
who knew that other Keith Rothwell.
- Like I said, Inspector...
- I believe he was
a close associate
of Daniel Norcliffe,
who you were at university with.
Danny?
That's right but I
haven't seen him for years.
Didn't even know
he was still local.
Well, he's missing at present.
Look, Mr. Fl...
Martin.
Someone has left a local family
without a father and a husband
and an innocent woman in
hospital with serious injuries.
Now, I believe you to
be a man of integrity.
So anything that you can
tell me about Keith Rothwell
might prove incredibly useful.
I'm only interested in the murder.
I'd really like to help
you, DCI Banks, but...
but I lost touch
with Danny years ago
and I've never to my
knowledge met Mr. Rothwell.
But I wish you the best of luck.
- Yes?
- Get back to the office now.
This isn't where you want to
be today, we understand that,
so I'll get to the point.
We know you and your
dad argued a lot.
What we don't know is
what you argued about.
- Don't all families argue?
- Probably,
- but we're interested in yours.
- Why?
What's it got to do with anything?
- It's not really anyone's business.
- Everything's our business, Tom.
I've been away for three months.
- I honestly can't remember.
- Really?
It must have been fairly serious.
A man famously careful with money
sends a son he doesn't
seem to like much
halfway across the world.
I'm guessing it wasn't a row
about tidying your bedroom.
I'm gay.
- All right?
- And?
And your dad wasn't
very understanding?
He couldn't even look at me.
Hang on, you say he
found out you're gay
and banished you abroad?
I was glad to get out of there.
How did your mum feel
about him driving you away?
Not a lot she could do.
He brought the money in
so we put up with him.
That's the way it's always been.
Surely she could have
divorced him and...
still been comfortable?
She would never have
been comfortable again.
Worrying what people
were saying about her.
About us.
Ever heard of Daniel Norcliffe?
Why?
There's two possible
answers to that.
And "Why" isn't one of them.
No, then, I haven't.
I think I'd like to
go home now, please.
He's hiding something.
I think he wants to talk.
- Why don't...
- Why don't I...
You take over then.
Alan, you were clearly told to
stay away from Martin Fleming.
You'll have heard from SOCA then?
The director of operational
delivery, to be precise.
Several times.
Seems anything Fleming
hadn't already buried
he has now.
Fleming is part of this.
I had to speak to him.
I was following my instinct.
But maybe my instincts are wrong.
What do you mean?
Everything moves on.
The job I signed up
for relied on intuition
not orders.
And if that's the way it is going,
perhaps it's time I was too.
- Is this about Helen?
- No, no.
Annie?
It's about me.
- Sorry.
- What is it, DI Morton?
It's Pamela Jeffries.
She's come round.
- What?
- I think I've found our shooter.
One name came up on the
databases I was cross referencing.
He met Norcliffe years ago.
He was tall, six foot at least.
He had long greasy hair.
Sounded Irish.
What exactly did he want to know?
Every question you asked me
about Keith Rothwell and...
He wanted to know where
you were looking and...
I didn't know.
Then he lost his temper.
Did you give this
to Keith Rothwell?
No.
So what did the specialist say?
Well, if nothing unexpected
happens in the next 24 hours,
I should still be free to travel.
- That's great news.
- Yeah, yeah. It's good, yeah.
As long as you don't
need me for anything.
I must see about getting
your record back to you.
Yeah.
You could just give it to me next
time we see each other if you want.
OK.
You said you always kept
it with you when you play.
Then you'll have to come
and hear me.
- In Budapest?
- Yeah, why not?
You could come with me.
Listen, I've got a description of
the man who attacked Pamela Jeffries.
And we've got his name.
You're way ahead of me.
Same man who subscribes
to a sex meets war website
was also referred to a
criminal lawyer by Norcliffe.
Still a long shot but
we're on our way there now.
Arthur Jameson, 42.
Kicked out the army for
glassing someone in a pub.
Since then a few prison sentences
for theft and one for ABH.
DC Blackstone spoke to
the arresting officer.
He reckons Jameson's into
survivalism and mad about weapons.
Great work, well done.
We've got an officer on
Fleming's staff. You were seen.
I know.
He's our only link to a Keith
Rothwell that very few...
And do you really think
he'd admit that?
Do you understand
what he has to lose?
Listen to yourself.
Look at yourself.
Not the Banksy I know.
Do you fancy a drink?
I'm really sorry to
have kept you waiting.
There's been some developments.
You're here voluntarily Tom.
You can leave any time you like.
Except that'd make me
look guilty, wouldn't it?
What exactly are you worried about?
- What developments, exactly?
- Why?
Would that have some bearing
on what you're going to tell me?
People might think that we
should be more upset.
But what you've got to understand
is that we lost
Dad a long time ago.
What happened, Tom?
I followed him.
Not long after I decided
that I was going to be myself,
no matter what.
He was supposed to be in York
but I saw him and I followed him.
And I watched him pick up a woman.
She was coming out
of a primary school
and he laughed with her like I've
never seen him laugh with anyone.
Was this in Leeds?
I never told Hannah or Mum but...
next time he looked at
me like I was disgusting,
I told him that I knew.
Things got out of
hand and I hit him.
Knocked him down.
And that was it for us.
Never fight your dad and win.
- Shouldn't we wait?
- What for?
Men with guns and
bulletproof vests?
Probably.
I'll check round the back.
Did you get anything?
From Fleming.
Please tell me you got something.
I'm not sure that my instinct
counts for anything these days
but for what it's worth,
I think you're right.
He's a complete fraud.
No, he's not a fraud.
He's no different to the
vast majority of people.
He's out for himself.
Yes, all right, I'd know.
Perhaps I've been wrong all along.
About Fleming.
You.
You just swam with the tide,
whereas I didn't,
couldn't, whatever.
Therefore I have to accept
getting left behind.
I just did the best
with what I've got.
That's all.
Exactly the same as you.
We're going to need a chaser.
Window was open.
I don't think he's worried
about anyone nicking anything.
Doesn't look as if anyone's here.
Right, thanks, Win.
I'll see you.
DS Jackman.
It seems Tom Rothwell
got a glimpse of his dad
behaving like a lovesick teenager.
No man over the age of 45 should
allow himself to succumb that.
It's one of the few compensations
of growing old and cynical.
You haven't met Pamela Jeffries.
That's true.
She wants me to go with her.
She's playing the clarinet
in a concert in Budapest
and she wants me to go too.
And...
You're obviously thinking about it.
So what's stopping you?
Where do you want me to start?
My age, my job, my house,
my whole life!
You said yourself that no
man over the age of 45...
She's not asking you to marry her.
This looks like a
match to the shotgun
wadding used to kill Rothwell.
I'll check it out.
DI Morton!
DI Morton!
I think he's taken his gun.
MAN: Don't move.
DI Morton!
What?
I think he's taken his gun.
We agreed.
Ten grand before, ten grand after.
- He promised me.
- Who promised you?
Where's Norcliffe?
Ken! Ken!
- I said an orange juice.
- I know.
Feels good acting out of
character once in a while.
You mean like Keith Rothwell?
You have to admire his
bravery if nothing else.
Didn't do him much good, did it?
Better to die a hero
than live like a coward.
She must be quite something,
this Miss Jeffries.
She's... herself.
I never knew how much I
admired that until I met her.
Sometimes you've got to admit
there are things you're
not in control of.
What?
What if that's what made
one life bleed into another?
I don't follow.
What if Keith
Rothwell fell in love?
- You all right, ma'am?
- Course I am.
I'm heading back to
coordinate to the press office.
I need you to brief
the other search teams.
Focus on outbuildings,
wooded areas.
Any sightings, make it clear
he's not to be approached.
Jameson leads us to
Norcliffe and the truth
and we're close.
So let's get him.
I assume you heard I
went to see Fleming.
Superintendent McLaughlin said.
You've been avoiding us.
Well, there might be repercussions and
I didn't see the point in us both...
You didn't tell me
because you don't trust me.
That's not tr...
You're obviously an
excellent detective.
But you'd have told DS Cabbot.
Maybe we should talk in my office.
Check your voicemail, DCI Banks.
There's a gunman running
around West Riding.
I know who Annie Cabbot is.
We have to trust each other
and I know nothing about you.
Well, not really.
You said what we do here
is all about connections.
We don't just find them
and make sense of them,
we also form them occasionally.
Some people don't find that
as easy as others.
Just be yourself.
That's all.
I play poker.
- What?
- You want to know something about me?
Thursday nights, I play poker.
I honestly can't tell whether
or not you're being serious.
That's why I'm good at poker.
Jameson's on foot.
Last seen heading
north west. Armed and dangerous.
OK.
Win?
Just looking at Tom
Rothwell's statement.
If Pamela Jeffries was the
woman he saw his dad with,
why was she coming out of a school?
- What you thinking?
- It must have been a different woman.
DI Morton, we might have something.
- Going in for a closer look.
- Understood.
It's very faint on infrared
but it's definitely there.
What GPS?
Latitude 4054.6130.
Longitude 07...
OK, looks like he's
going to ground.
- Her.
- Definitely?
- That's who he picked up.
- Miss Mullen?
We need to speak to her, please.
I'm afraid she's away.
Can you tell us where she's gone?
I'll have to ask
the school secretary
but I don't think she said.
We're going to need
her home address.
Get down there.
I want four covering DI Morton!
You two, higher ground!
Take higher ground!
Looks like she's gone.
You check upstairs.
All right.
"... here is the adress your
post will be redirected to:"
Found you.
Win!
Jameson, you're under arrest
for the murder of Keith Rothwell.
Lower the weapon and turn around.
Arthur, there's nowhere else to go.
Lower the weapon now.
Turn around now!
It ends here, Arthur.
Please, let us help you.
Suspect is down.
Repeat, suspect is down.
Just listen to me, Helen.
It's important.
You do realise
what's happened here?
Jameson's just shot himself.
Jameson knew nothing.
He was just the hired gun.
The real criminals are Fleming,
Norcliffe and Keith Rothwell.
I'm sending you the address now.
I'll explain when you get there.
You have to leave now.
Trust me.
Hello, Mr. Rothwell.
Francesca's?
She's a music teacher, I believe.
Yeah, yeah, I...
got it for both of us.
I'm learning.
Bit of a step up from
the one that she got you.
The one you couldn't resist
keeping in your study at Arkbeck.
I knew it would come, the...
the...
the knock on the door. I thought
it would be years rather than days.
I think I understand everything.
You made sure the Leeds flat was
covered in Norcliffe's fingerprints
to match those on the corpse,
picked your wedding anniversary
because that's the only night
you and Mary go out together.
You chose Italian to match
Norcliffe's regular restaurant,
even picked his
favourite dish, carbonara,
to match the stomach contents.
Meanwhile, Daniel
Norcliffe's abducted
on his doorstep by Arthur Jameson.
He drove to Arkbeck, probably
left Norcliffe in the garage,
overpowered your daughter.
Waited for you and your wife
to return home. Tied her up.
And then dragged you
outside and into the garage.
Then he let you go so that you
could finish the set-up together.
You were involved in a
money laundering scheme
with Martin Fleming and Norcliffe
from which you made thousands.
Then you wanted out.
So you dressed
Norcliffe in your clothes
and stood and watched
while Jameson blew his head off.
The only thing
that I don't understand is
why didn't you pay Jameson
the rest of his money?
What was he going to
do, go to the police?
You can change your name
but not who you are.
Arthur Jameson's
not going anywhere.
I took that two hours ago.
He decided going back to prison
wasn't an option.
He shot himself.
Just another one of your
victims in this whole mess.
All so you could have a fresh
start on the Yorkshire coast
with your girlfriend and as much
money as you could get away with.
No, no, no.
I had to go.
I couldn't stay another minute.
Wasn't as if anybody
wanted me there.
I was a bank, nothing more.
- It was the only way.
- To do what?
Rip off Norcliffe and Fleming?
You knew we'd find out about
the money laundering, didn't you?
It gave Norcliffe a motive and
whatever happened to Fleming,
you'd be out the picture.
This isn't about money.
This is about what happened
when you fell in love.
Probably for the first time.
I think your feelings for Francesca
are probably
the only genuine thing about you.
Which is why you'll give us everything
that you have on Martin Fleming.
That's the only way
you'll get to spend
any time with her
after you're released.
He told her he wanted them
to start completely afresh
so she wasn't to tell
anyone where they were going.
And she believed him.
Well done, both of you.
You pulled this one
out of the flames.
Thanks, sir.
Boss.
Old technology?
This is why you're needed.
You can keep your flipchart...
for now.
I'm going to follow Rothwell.
I don't think even
Martin Fleming can...
talk his way out of this one.
See you again, Banksy.
And thanks.
Sorry.
No, it's OK.
It's not that he's alive.
Obviously I'm glad
about that, but...
This means none of
it's real, doesn't it?
This place, the money.
We'll lose it all, won't we?
We can start again.
I bet you volunteered
for this one, didn't you?
I'm truly sorry.
Pamela, it's Alan.
I won't be coming to Budapest.
It seems
I can still rely on my instinct
and sadly it's telling
me it would be a mistake,
for us both.
It's not who I am.
I'll post the record.
Good luck.
MP Martin Fleming denies
the money laundering charges
he's facing since the
arrest of Yorkshire
accountant Keith Rothwell.
Steven, James, Ben, MJ.
Nice.
The super's laid on the
refreshments you requested.
I for one am in need of
some serious refreshing.
I still don't know what
gave you such an insight
into the mind of such a dull man
having a mid-life crisis.
What?
- You coming?
- In a sec.
What do you say?
Shut up and deal?
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Blowing someone's
head off with a shotgun
is not as easy as it looks.
We need to find out
who Keith Rothwell was
and who benefits from his death.
- When's your son back?
- Tomorrow for the funeral.
Rothwell's computer
files have been unlocked.
There's one code that
appears on most of them.
LS1.
There's a solicitor in Leeds, LS1.
His name's Norcliffe.
Martin Fleming.
Subject of a two-year
investigation into fraud.
Seems Mr. Fleming was at Cambridge
with Daniel Norcliffe.
Norcliffe would have
needed certain expertise.
A nonentity like Rothwell was
perfect. That's why I'm here
to make sure you stay
away from Martin Fleming.
Rothwell and Norcliffe
are working happily together
then Rothwell starts
creaming money off the top.
Norcliffe finds out
he's being ripped off,
decides he doesn't
need a partner anymore.
So he hires someone
to kill Rothwell.
They've had a call
about the photograph
- in the first edition of the Post.
- Keith Rothwell.
Not according to a woman in Leeds.
- Yeah, it's him.
- Robert Calvert?
Yeah. We were in a
relationship for six months.
Treat me like I'm stupid!
Where is he!
Where is he!
Please!
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- Do you want this or not?
- Ah, thanks.
What have they said?
She's taken some heavy
blows to the head.
I'm waiting to speak
to the consultant.
Calvert's flat, Norcliffe's office,
and then Pamela Jeffries.
Somebody has to have
been following us.
Who'd want to take that risk?
Somebody who needs to find
Daniel Norcliffe before we do.
We have to teach new
skills to those left behind
by the death
of traditional industry.
We want to retrain Yorkshire people
and reinvigorate
Yorkshire's economy.
Ken still chained to a computer?
Intelligence gathering?
Yes.
You managed to make them laugh yet?
I wasn't brought in
for my clowning skills, DCI Banks.
- You been listening to Johnny Cash?
- No.
Black suits you.
I'll make a note to
attend more funerals then.
Will Tom Rothwell be going
to his father's funeral?
If he's not, we'll be asking why.
He landed two hours ago.
You will remember that
it is still a funeral?
Be sensitive.
My phone will be off
during the service.
Leave a message if
she dies or anything.
Let us commend Keith Andrew
Rothwell to the mercy of God.
We therefore commit
his body to the ground,
earth to earth,
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
in the sure and certain hope of
the resurrection to eternal life.
Let us pray.
Suffer us not at our last hour
through any pains of
death to fall from thee.
Lord...
Have mercy upon us.
- Amen.
- Amen.
Boss.
Good timing, eh?
Much missing?
Looks pretty professional
if it wasn't for the mess.
We're through here.
DCI Banks, perhaps you can explain
why we need him to come with us.
For pity's sake!
We've just buried my husband
and come back to find
we've been burgled.
Can't it wait?
Have you seen this
before, Mrs. Rothwell?
Tom?
Anna?
I'm sorry, boss.
We need to get him away from her
if he's going to talk honestly.
This is out of place.
What is?
It wasn't him.
He was so controlled.
What if one life bled into another?
I don't understand.
No.
We need to focus on the son.
Tom?
We're going to get
our way eventually.
And probably upset your mother
even more in the process.
We need to speak to people
who knew this other Keith Rothwell.
You all know me.
Not one for long speeches.
We Yorkshiremen
prefer action to words.
Which is why I'm delighted
to be launching this
initiative today.
To give those who've
been made redundant
an opportunity to retrain
and learn new skills
for a new generation of
business in the north.
Thank you very much.
Anything?
Have I matched a name from these
endless weird porn databases
with one from Norcliffe's
endless criminal referrals?
- Yeah.
- No.
I tell you what I have found out.
The number of websites
for fans of gun porn
is dwarfed by those
for connoisseurs of...
well, dwarves for a start,
not to mention nylon,
bubble wrap, puppets.
Puppets?
Puppets.
And I thought men were
after no strings sex!
Ladies, thank you for coming.
See you next time.
- Hi.
- Great speech, Mr. Fleming.
- Martin. Thank you.
- You speak from your heart
as well as your
head and that's rare.
I appreciate that, Inspector.
So, if you're not
interested in retraining,
how can I help?
Well, I'm investigating the
murder of Keith Rothwell.
- Did you hear about it?
- Only what I saw in the newspaper.
I'm going to be candid with you
in the hope that you'll do the same.
This is just an informal chat and
it will remain strictly between us.
It seems there was another
side to Keith Rothwell
that his family knew nothing about.
A man who liked a drink, a bet.
The company of women.
I suppose we all have...
a public and a private
face to some extent.
Well, I'm keen to talk to people
who knew that other Keith Rothwell.
- Like I said, Inspector...
- I believe he was
a close associate
of Daniel Norcliffe,
who you were at university with.
Danny?
That's right but I
haven't seen him for years.
Didn't even know
he was still local.
Well, he's missing at present.
Look, Mr. Fl...
Martin.
Someone has left a local family
without a father and a husband
and an innocent woman in
hospital with serious injuries.
Now, I believe you to
be a man of integrity.
So anything that you can
tell me about Keith Rothwell
might prove incredibly useful.
I'm only interested in the murder.
I'd really like to help
you, DCI Banks, but...
but I lost touch
with Danny years ago
and I've never to my
knowledge met Mr. Rothwell.
But I wish you the best of luck.
- Yes?
- Get back to the office now.
This isn't where you want to
be today, we understand that,
so I'll get to the point.
We know you and your
dad argued a lot.
What we don't know is
what you argued about.
- Don't all families argue?
- Probably,
- but we're interested in yours.
- Why?
What's it got to do with anything?
- It's not really anyone's business.
- Everything's our business, Tom.
I've been away for three months.
- I honestly can't remember.
- Really?
It must have been fairly serious.
A man famously careful with money
sends a son he doesn't
seem to like much
halfway across the world.
I'm guessing it wasn't a row
about tidying your bedroom.
I'm gay.
- All right?
- And?
And your dad wasn't
very understanding?
He couldn't even look at me.
Hang on, you say he
found out you're gay
and banished you abroad?
I was glad to get out of there.
How did your mum feel
about him driving you away?
Not a lot she could do.
He brought the money in
so we put up with him.
That's the way it's always been.
Surely she could have
divorced him and...
still been comfortable?
She would never have
been comfortable again.
Worrying what people
were saying about her.
About us.
Ever heard of Daniel Norcliffe?
Why?
There's two possible
answers to that.
And "Why" isn't one of them.
No, then, I haven't.
I think I'd like to
go home now, please.
He's hiding something.
I think he wants to talk.
- Why don't...
- Why don't I...
You take over then.
Alan, you were clearly told to
stay away from Martin Fleming.
You'll have heard from SOCA then?
The director of operational
delivery, to be precise.
Several times.
Seems anything Fleming
hadn't already buried
he has now.
Fleming is part of this.
I had to speak to him.
I was following my instinct.
But maybe my instincts are wrong.
What do you mean?
Everything moves on.
The job I signed up
for relied on intuition
not orders.
And if that's the way it is going,
perhaps it's time I was too.
- Is this about Helen?
- No, no.
Annie?
It's about me.
- Sorry.
- What is it, DI Morton?
It's Pamela Jeffries.
She's come round.
- What?
- I think I've found our shooter.
One name came up on the
databases I was cross referencing.
He met Norcliffe years ago.
He was tall, six foot at least.
He had long greasy hair.
Sounded Irish.
What exactly did he want to know?
Every question you asked me
about Keith Rothwell and...
He wanted to know where
you were looking and...
I didn't know.
Then he lost his temper.
Did you give this
to Keith Rothwell?
No.
So what did the specialist say?
Well, if nothing unexpected
happens in the next 24 hours,
I should still be free to travel.
- That's great news.
- Yeah, yeah. It's good, yeah.
As long as you don't
need me for anything.
I must see about getting
your record back to you.
Yeah.
You could just give it to me next
time we see each other if you want.
OK.
You said you always kept
it with you when you play.
Then you'll have to come
and hear me.
- In Budapest?
- Yeah, why not?
You could come with me.
Listen, I've got a description of
the man who attacked Pamela Jeffries.
And we've got his name.
You're way ahead of me.
Same man who subscribes
to a sex meets war website
was also referred to a
criminal lawyer by Norcliffe.
Still a long shot but
we're on our way there now.
Arthur Jameson, 42.
Kicked out the army for
glassing someone in a pub.
Since then a few prison sentences
for theft and one for ABH.
DC Blackstone spoke to
the arresting officer.
He reckons Jameson's into
survivalism and mad about weapons.
Great work, well done.
We've got an officer on
Fleming's staff. You were seen.
I know.
He's our only link to a Keith
Rothwell that very few...
And do you really think
he'd admit that?
Do you understand
what he has to lose?
Listen to yourself.
Look at yourself.
Not the Banksy I know.
Do you fancy a drink?
I'm really sorry to
have kept you waiting.
There's been some developments.
You're here voluntarily Tom.
You can leave any time you like.
Except that'd make me
look guilty, wouldn't it?
What exactly are you worried about?
- What developments, exactly?
- Why?
Would that have some bearing
on what you're going to tell me?
People might think that we
should be more upset.
But what you've got to understand
is that we lost
Dad a long time ago.
What happened, Tom?
I followed him.
Not long after I decided
that I was going to be myself,
no matter what.
He was supposed to be in York
but I saw him and I followed him.
And I watched him pick up a woman.
She was coming out
of a primary school
and he laughed with her like I've
never seen him laugh with anyone.
Was this in Leeds?
I never told Hannah or Mum but...
next time he looked at
me like I was disgusting,
I told him that I knew.
Things got out of
hand and I hit him.
Knocked him down.
And that was it for us.
Never fight your dad and win.
- Shouldn't we wait?
- What for?
Men with guns and
bulletproof vests?
Probably.
I'll check round the back.
Did you get anything?
From Fleming.
Please tell me you got something.
I'm not sure that my instinct
counts for anything these days
but for what it's worth,
I think you're right.
He's a complete fraud.
No, he's not a fraud.
He's no different to the
vast majority of people.
He's out for himself.
Yes, all right, I'd know.
Perhaps I've been wrong all along.
About Fleming.
You.
You just swam with the tide,
whereas I didn't,
couldn't, whatever.
Therefore I have to accept
getting left behind.
I just did the best
with what I've got.
That's all.
Exactly the same as you.
We're going to need a chaser.
Window was open.
I don't think he's worried
about anyone nicking anything.
Doesn't look as if anyone's here.
Right, thanks, Win.
I'll see you.
DS Jackman.
It seems Tom Rothwell
got a glimpse of his dad
behaving like a lovesick teenager.
No man over the age of 45 should
allow himself to succumb that.
It's one of the few compensations
of growing old and cynical.
You haven't met Pamela Jeffries.
That's true.
She wants me to go with her.
She's playing the clarinet
in a concert in Budapest
and she wants me to go too.
And...
You're obviously thinking about it.
So what's stopping you?
Where do you want me to start?
My age, my job, my house,
my whole life!
You said yourself that no
man over the age of 45...
She's not asking you to marry her.
This looks like a
match to the shotgun
wadding used to kill Rothwell.
I'll check it out.
DI Morton!
DI Morton!
I think he's taken his gun.
MAN: Don't move.
DI Morton!
What?
I think he's taken his gun.
We agreed.
Ten grand before, ten grand after.
- He promised me.
- Who promised you?
Where's Norcliffe?
Ken! Ken!
- I said an orange juice.
- I know.
Feels good acting out of
character once in a while.
You mean like Keith Rothwell?
You have to admire his
bravery if nothing else.
Didn't do him much good, did it?
Better to die a hero
than live like a coward.
She must be quite something,
this Miss Jeffries.
She's... herself.
I never knew how much I
admired that until I met her.
Sometimes you've got to admit
there are things you're
not in control of.
What?
What if that's what made
one life bleed into another?
I don't follow.
What if Keith
Rothwell fell in love?
- You all right, ma'am?
- Course I am.
I'm heading back to
coordinate to the press office.
I need you to brief
the other search teams.
Focus on outbuildings,
wooded areas.
Any sightings, make it clear
he's not to be approached.
Jameson leads us to
Norcliffe and the truth
and we're close.
So let's get him.
I assume you heard I
went to see Fleming.
Superintendent McLaughlin said.
You've been avoiding us.
Well, there might be repercussions and
I didn't see the point in us both...
You didn't tell me
because you don't trust me.
That's not tr...
You're obviously an
excellent detective.
But you'd have told DS Cabbot.
Maybe we should talk in my office.
Check your voicemail, DCI Banks.
There's a gunman running
around West Riding.
I know who Annie Cabbot is.
We have to trust each other
and I know nothing about you.
Well, not really.
You said what we do here
is all about connections.
We don't just find them
and make sense of them,
we also form them occasionally.
Some people don't find that
as easy as others.
Just be yourself.
That's all.
I play poker.
- What?
- You want to know something about me?
Thursday nights, I play poker.
I honestly can't tell whether
or not you're being serious.
That's why I'm good at poker.
Jameson's on foot.
Last seen heading
north west. Armed and dangerous.
OK.
Win?
Just looking at Tom
Rothwell's statement.
If Pamela Jeffries was the
woman he saw his dad with,
why was she coming out of a school?
- What you thinking?
- It must have been a different woman.
DI Morton, we might have something.
- Going in for a closer look.
- Understood.
It's very faint on infrared
but it's definitely there.
What GPS?
Latitude 4054.6130.
Longitude 07...
OK, looks like he's
going to ground.
- Her.
- Definitely?
- That's who he picked up.
- Miss Mullen?
We need to speak to her, please.
I'm afraid she's away.
Can you tell us where she's gone?
I'll have to ask
the school secretary
but I don't think she said.
We're going to need
her home address.
Get down there.
I want four covering DI Morton!
You two, higher ground!
Take higher ground!
Looks like she's gone.
You check upstairs.
All right.
"... here is the adress your
post will be redirected to:"
Found you.
Win!
Jameson, you're under arrest
for the murder of Keith Rothwell.
Lower the weapon and turn around.
Arthur, there's nowhere else to go.
Lower the weapon now.
Turn around now!
It ends here, Arthur.
Please, let us help you.
Suspect is down.
Repeat, suspect is down.
Just listen to me, Helen.
It's important.
You do realise
what's happened here?
Jameson's just shot himself.
Jameson knew nothing.
He was just the hired gun.
The real criminals are Fleming,
Norcliffe and Keith Rothwell.
I'm sending you the address now.
I'll explain when you get there.
You have to leave now.
Trust me.
Hello, Mr. Rothwell.
Francesca's?
She's a music teacher, I believe.
Yeah, yeah, I...
got it for both of us.
I'm learning.
Bit of a step up from
the one that she got you.
The one you couldn't resist
keeping in your study at Arkbeck.
I knew it would come, the...
the...
the knock on the door. I thought
it would be years rather than days.
I think I understand everything.
You made sure the Leeds flat was
covered in Norcliffe's fingerprints
to match those on the corpse,
picked your wedding anniversary
because that's the only night
you and Mary go out together.
You chose Italian to match
Norcliffe's regular restaurant,
even picked his
favourite dish, carbonara,
to match the stomach contents.
Meanwhile, Daniel
Norcliffe's abducted
on his doorstep by Arthur Jameson.
He drove to Arkbeck, probably
left Norcliffe in the garage,
overpowered your daughter.
Waited for you and your wife
to return home. Tied her up.
And then dragged you
outside and into the garage.
Then he let you go so that you
could finish the set-up together.
You were involved in a
money laundering scheme
with Martin Fleming and Norcliffe
from which you made thousands.
Then you wanted out.
So you dressed
Norcliffe in your clothes
and stood and watched
while Jameson blew his head off.
The only thing
that I don't understand is
why didn't you pay Jameson
the rest of his money?
What was he going to
do, go to the police?
You can change your name
but not who you are.
Arthur Jameson's
not going anywhere.
I took that two hours ago.
He decided going back to prison
wasn't an option.
He shot himself.
Just another one of your
victims in this whole mess.
All so you could have a fresh
start on the Yorkshire coast
with your girlfriend and as much
money as you could get away with.
No, no, no.
I had to go.
I couldn't stay another minute.
Wasn't as if anybody
wanted me there.
I was a bank, nothing more.
- It was the only way.
- To do what?
Rip off Norcliffe and Fleming?
You knew we'd find out about
the money laundering, didn't you?
It gave Norcliffe a motive and
whatever happened to Fleming,
you'd be out the picture.
This isn't about money.
This is about what happened
when you fell in love.
Probably for the first time.
I think your feelings for Francesca
are probably
the only genuine thing about you.
Which is why you'll give us everything
that you have on Martin Fleming.
That's the only way
you'll get to spend
any time with her
after you're released.
He told her he wanted them
to start completely afresh
so she wasn't to tell
anyone where they were going.
And she believed him.
Well done, both of you.
You pulled this one
out of the flames.
Thanks, sir.
Boss.
Old technology?
This is why you're needed.
You can keep your flipchart...
for now.
I'm going to follow Rothwell.
I don't think even
Martin Fleming can...
talk his way out of this one.
See you again, Banksy.
And thanks.
Sorry.
No, it's OK.
It's not that he's alive.
Obviously I'm glad
about that, but...
This means none of
it's real, doesn't it?
This place, the money.
We'll lose it all, won't we?
We can start again.
I bet you volunteered
for this one, didn't you?
I'm truly sorry.
Pamela, it's Alan.
I won't be coming to Budapest.
It seems
I can still rely on my instinct
and sadly it's telling
me it would be a mistake,
for us both.
It's not who I am.
I'll post the record.
Good luck.
MP Martin Fleming denies
the money laundering charges
he's facing since the
arrest of Yorkshire
accountant Keith Rothwell.
Steven, James, Ben, MJ.
Nice.
The super's laid on the
refreshments you requested.
I for one am in need of
some serious refreshing.
I still don't know what
gave you such an insight
into the mind of such a dull man
having a mid-life crisis.
What?
- You coming?
- In a sec.
What do you say?
Shut up and deal?
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