Inspector George Gently (2007–2017): Season 8, Episode 1 - Gently Liberated - full transcript

Keep your hands up, man!

Go on, son! Go on!

Heads...

Get it down you!

Who's next?

Guv.

I'll be back, I'll be back.

For you.

It's not really my thing, John.

I'll have a large Scotch, please, love.

I reckon she's sweet on me.



Thank you.

Is this about Gemma?

Is what about Gemma?

She broke your heart, John,

but you're not going find
what you're looking for

at the bottom of a glass.

Hey, look at us. Your
misery must be catching.

Cheers.

To love.

To love lost.

Another.

Move out the way.

Ta. You're a life saver.

You married to a policeman, then?



I AM a policeman.

George, a word.

Yes, sir.

Good luck.

I just wanted to see how you're
coping with the reorganisation.

Did they find some room for
your team in the new office?

Barely, sir. We're living out of boxes.

It'll settle down.

Change is always hard,
and if we want progress...

You might call it progress, I
call it wasting police time.

There was a time when it
would have been you up there.

There's something else, George.

We need a decision about your retirement.

With respect, sir, I'm not going
to go a minute before you make me.

All the greats know when
to hang up their gloves.

We do need you to set a date
for your retirement, George.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, sir... I didn't mean to intrude...

Rachel, this is Assistant
Chief Constable Nicholls.

Sir, Detective Sergeant Rachel Coles.

I've heard all about you, Sergeant.

- George.
- Sir.

Are you leaving us, sir?

Don't say anything to John just yet.

I want to talk to him myself.

- Detective Chief Inspector?
- Yeah?

There's a body been found up on the Tees.

All right. Get John for me.

Right.

.. five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten...

- Here you are, John.
- Thanks, Gov.

You'll want to mind your
nice clothes, officers.

All kinds of crap round here.

You're in charge?

Yeah. Tommy Norton, General Manager.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Gently.

That is DI Bacchus. DS Coles.

What were the men doing
when they found the body?

We used to dump our waste down there,

but a German company wants to buy us

and they're very hot on health and safety,

so we're cleaning it up.

- And this tank was sealed
until today, yeah? - Yeah.

We'll need the exact date it was sealed

and, er, get onto missing persons.

Whatever's in there has
preserved most of the body

but the fumes coming off it
could take out half the mortuary.

We'll have to do the
postmortem out here, on site.

- Can we get a look
at that watch? - Yeah.

"To A.L with love."

A.L, does that mean anything to you?

Alistair.

Who's Alistair?

Alistair Liddell. He worked here.

He was a friend. A good friend.

When did he go missing?

December '62. Around the Big Freeze.

But he's not missing.

He was murdered by his wife.

Do you remember it?

I do, yeah.

It was one of my first
cases I worked on in CID.

Could it be him? Alistair Liddell.

Aye, maybe... it's possible.

Aye, it was a big story up
here. Listen to this, right.

Wife killed him at home, whilst the
kid was asleep upstairs in bed.

Can you believe that?

She confessed to it,

although she didn't say what she
did with the body, of course.

Yeah. Eve, her name was, that's right.

Where is she now?

Ah, she's serving life at Thurston nick.

Rare to get a conviction
without a body. Very rare.

Here you are, Alistair Liddell.

He was last seen drinking
in the Victoria Arms,

which is up in Ouston Hill. It
was a Saturday night in December.

Here you go.

Thank you!

What's this?

Frothy coffee, sir. It's from the machine.

It's Italian.

Yesterday I didn't have a chair --

today all I ask is to have
my tea made by a human.

And that's never been Italian.

I'm not supposed to waste my
time fetching things, sir.

It's in the new regulations and
I'm supposed to be doing...

All right.

Get some biscuits.

So, Alistair disappeared. Didn't
turn up for work Monday morning.

Now, his wife didn't report him missing.

She claimed that she hadn't seen
him since he left for the pub.

It's not the most
flattering of photographs.

But the neighbour said that she
heard Alistair and Eve arguing,

at home, after he got back from the pub.

So she was lying about not seeing him.

And then we searched the house
and found some, some rags,

some cleaning rags.

Can you move, please?

And they were soaked in
blood. His blood type.

The daughter, Marion, she said
that she that walked in on her mam,

on the Sunday morning, cleaning the
kitchen floor with those rags --

and then we found, out the back
of the house, kitchen knife,

still stained with blood.

See.

And?

Well, we couldn't lift
any fingerprints clear.

So why did she do it?

Talk was, she was having an affair.

She went to see a solicitor,
right, asking about a divorce,

this was a week before the murder,

he sent her packing -- she killed him.

Maybe it's for the money.

The conclusion that he died in the
house that night was arrived at how?

Because there was no
signs of life after that.

No sightings, no movement
on his bank account.

All right.

Come on, then. I'll drive.

I don't know why we're doing this.

The watch isn't conclusive.
Any other form of ID?

Adult male, Alistair's height and age.

Dental records are a good match.

I'd say this is our man.

I'll do some X-rays
once we get back indoors.

Cause of death?

Two deep stab wounds to the chest.

There are some shallower wounds
here, to the hands and arms.

Like he was defending himself?

Reasonable to presume. I
would have, wouldn't you?

And could those have been made
with, like, a kitchen knife?

Eight-inch blade?

Aye, that would do it.

Right, there you are, case closed, sir.

These records state
that the tank was sealed

at the end of December 1962.

Somebody was banking on
this body never being found.

Eve Liddell used to work
here in the early '50s.

That's how her and Alistair met.

It doesn't add up, though, does it?

Alistair's body would
have been a dead weight.

If she killed him at the house,
how did she bring him here?

Guv, we got a conviction.

Do you seriously think Eve
Liddell did this on her own?

Somebody helped her -- and they've
been scot free for eight years.

Aye, see you later.

Mr Norton around?

Aye, he's just on the
floor inspecting the plant.

- I can take you to him.
- Thank you.

Come this way.

Hi.

Look, our buyers are arriving in two days.

This German deal's a lifeline for
us but we've not signed it yet.

Do you know how long all this'll take?

Betty, get these typed
up, would you, love?

Certainly.

How many people would have known
those tanks were due to be sealed?

Most people on site then. Why?

Could Eve Liddell have known?

She stopped work when they married --

but I suppose somebody
could have told her.

There were rumours that
she was having an affair.

Perhaps seeing somebody at the plant.

She could have had ten boyfriends
down here for all I know.

If a man's shagging another man's wife

he's hardly likely to advertise it.

Is he, Inspector?

You were good friends with Alistair.

You must have known his wife, as well.

Barely. She kept herself apart.

He'd bring her to the Christmas
party and she'd stand in the corner

with a face on, never saying a word.

Foreigners for you.

She wasn't born in England?

Nah, she was a Polski.

Came over after the war --

I always thought there was
something wrong with her.

What about Alistair?

He was our industrial chemist
-- made this plant what it is.

A proper hero, too --
First Airborne at Arnhem.

But he still played football
with the lads every Saturday.

Didn't deserve to end like this.

I'll need a list of all
the people who worked here

before December 1962.

Have it sent to my office, will you?

DCI Gently from DS Coles.

'Gently, go ahead.'

We have found the
daughter, Marion Liddell.

I've spoken to the social worker
-- she was living with Alistair's

parents, until they died.

She's 19 now and she's studying
at art college in Durham.

She's living under a
different name, Eleanor Gray,

so we should tread carefully.

Understood. We're on our way, over.

Oh, one more thing, sir?

Eve Liddell pleaded not guilty at
trial. She retracted her statement.

OK. Have a look at the
defence case for me, will you?

- Yes, sir.
- Out.

Join the feminist revolution!

Join us, support our sisters!

We want equal pay and free nurseries.

So why did she plead not guilty?

Because she didn't want to go to prison.

Oh, yeah, all right, state
the bleeding obvious.

- I mean, what was her defence?
- She didn't have one.

Excuse me. Would you like
to sign our petition?

Aye, all right.

John... Bacchus.

Roman god of wine. There
you go. What's it for?

Should you not have asked
that before signing?

We're starting a women's centre
-- a safe place for women.

All right. You can donate, as
well, if you like? Say, five bob?

Five bob...

See you.

See you.

The barrister knew he had a losing case.

He didn't even put her
in the witness box --

and then, when the jury
heard the confession,

it was game over, wasn't it?

You know how juries love a confession.

Look at this. Right. Goldfish, OK?

That's a cow.

Skeleton.

What's that meant to be?

- It's abstract.
- Ah, right.

- It's not to meant to
look like anything. - OK.

Three years learning how to draw

and that's the best they can come up with.

My daughter can do better than that.

OK, everybody, thank you very
much, see you tomorrow. Sophie?

Oh... It's a naked bird.

Mm-hm.

Hello.

That's her, there, sir.

Eleanor Gray?

Do you need me to identify him?

Yeah...

Do you recognise this?

Yes.

He let me wear it sometimes.

I'm sorry, Marion,

but we do need to ask
you some more questions.

Why? What is there left to do?

It's only a formality. We just
need to confirm identification,

then the coroner can
release your dad for burial.

Well, no, it's, it's
not quite that simple.

You were in the house that night?

You know I was.

Did you hear anything? Did
anybody else enter the house?

I stood up in court and
told them what I saw.

'It was the way she looked at me.

'Like she felt nothing.

'The last time I saw my mother
she was being taken away.'

Myszka, Myszka, forgive me. Forgive me!

Forgive me, I'm sorry,
Marion, I'm sorry! MARION!

The way your father was found,
she could have had help.

Did she have any friends? Boyfriend maybe?

You shouldn't have come here.

I'm the daughter of a murderer.

Reporters used to follow me.

People watched me my whole life.

I've got a new life now. Just let me
bury my father and get on with it.

I held on to Marion's hand
for hours at the station,

before her grandparents
came to pick her up.

Um... Well, we'd just had
Leigh-Ann at the time,

and I remember thinking...

I hope my daughter never has to
go through anything like that.

How long has it been
since you saw Leigh-Ann?

Er...

Look, she's got another dad now.

A better one.

Thank you.

Can we see some ID, please, gents?

Morning.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Mrs Liddell. I'm Detective
Chief Inspector Gently.

I think you already
know Inspector Bacchus.

Yes.

Do you know why we're here?

Is it Marion?

Has something happened to her?

No, no, no. Marion's fine.

Have you seen her? What is she like?

Did she say anything about me?

Nothing you'd want to hear.

We're here because we've
found Alistair's body.

Found him? Where?

Where do you think we
could have found him?

Tell us what happened to Alistair.

You told the police that you killed him.

Then you took back your confession.

I made a mistake.

How did you make a mistake?

Did you argue with Alistair that night?

Perhaps you killed him
during that argument --

and then got somebody else
to help you move the body.

Somebody you wanted to protect?

Did you talk to Marion?

Marion testified against you.

This is what you left her with.

So don't try and act like the
caring mother, all right?

What have they done to him?

Look, you dumped him at the plant.

So just tell us who helped you
and then we can leave you alone,

you can go back to your cell...

John! John! That's enough.

Did you kill Alistair?

Thank you. Do you see
what I had to deal with?

Did you consider other suspects?

Yes, sir. Of course we did.

Just look at the evidence
against her, will you?

And her own daughter thinks she did it.

The way she reacted when
she was shown his body.

Cos she realises she's going to
spend the rest of her life inside,

with absolutely with no parole.

Well, if that was acting,
it was very convincing.

- It looked like loss to me.
- Ah, guv.

And the story used for her conviction.

It doesn't fit where the body was found.

Look, so somebody helped her.

Now, we can chase our
tails looking for them,

or we can move on to a proper case.

And what if she's telling the truth?

Guv, she's pulling the wool over
your eyes. She's manipulating you.

What, you think I'm that
easily fooled, do you?

You might let emotions cloud your
judgment, I'm after the facts.

Aye, well she's foreign, isn't
she? She reminds you of Isabella.

You are out of order.

I'm sorry.

DCI Gently about?

No, sir.

I see he's got you working
on the Liddell case.

What's your opinion of it?

Well, um -- I think Eve
Liddell was tried by the press

before it even got to court, sir.

So, we have a reformer on our hands.

I expect you'll be wanting
to make Commander one day,

like Shirley Becke at the Met.

Sir?

George. I was asking DS Coles
here about the Liddell case.

She thinks Mrs Liddell
didn't get a fair trial.

Well, um, there were, there were...

there were no witnesses
for the defence, sir,

and, um, well, part of
the prosecution case

were never backed up.

They said that Eve was
after Alistair's money,

but he didn't have much to his name,

and nobody knew anything
about a boyfriend.

Without a body there should
have been reasonable doubt,

but she didn't have anybody
to speak for her, so...

It's because she was guilty, sir.

Or maybe she was the
just the obvious suspect.

I just think we should
look at the evidence.

I would like to reopen the case, sir.

At the very least there was
somebody else involved.

At worst, the killer is still out there.

There was a lot of press attention
when Eve Liddell was sentenced.

And already I'm fielding
calls from reporters.

So do I have your
permission to carry on, sir?

We all respect you, George.

Don't be remembered for
an error of judgment.

Sir.

Guv, we've got a result, sir.

Marion wants a body to bury.

We should just close the case.

If you keep talking, I'm
going to start asking

why you're so anxious to
defend a flawed investigation.

Is there something I should know here?

Because if there is, tell
me -- don't let me find it.

Stand back, please.

Mind your backs.

So, the day that Alistair
disappeared, the family were in.

He went out to play football,
then he came home at tea time,

he then went to the pub with
his team-mates from work.

Left at ten-ish. Then it's
a 15-minute walk back here.

Still the same neighbours?

Mm-hm. Mr and Mrs Willis.

You all right?

- Aye, you?
- Yeah.

So, Marion was upstairs in her bedroom

and the neighbour said that
she heard a row around 10:30.

Eve had put the radio on while she
tucked Marion in for the evening.

The prosecution made a big
thing of that at court.

Looks bad in a circumstantial
case. Suggests premeditation.

Well, the thing is, sir,

in her first statement Eve
claimed that she was out at 10:30.

- She said that she had gone for a walk.
- Is that true?

She claimed. It doesn't make
any sense though, does it?

What kind of mother leaves
the kid alone in the house

at that time of night?

- Did you ask her to elaborate?
- Yeah, of course we did.

It was all a pack of lies.

She didn't have an alibi and we have
a witness who heard them arguing.

The knife was outside?

Aye, over here.

About here.

So, either the killer threw it outside,

thinking it wouldn't be
found, or Alistair died here.

Well, if Eve killed him, she went to
a lot of trouble to hide the body,

didn't she, so why wait till the
next morning to clean up his blood?

And why leave the knife here?

She's not exactly a professional
assassin. She panicked.

We need to know who else was
friendly with the Liddells.

Anybody who could have
helped Eve move the body --

or anybody who wanted
Alistair dead, for that matter.

Caldbrook's sent over
the employment records.

I can go and speak to people
who used to work with Eve.

- I'll head back to the office.
- No, you won't. You'll stay with me.

Work off the effects of last night.

You gave evidence at Eve
Liddell's trial, Mrs Willis --

you heard the argument next door?

Patricia, please. I did my bit.

Do you know the family well, Patricia?

Alistair went to the
grammar school with Harry.

They were next door for a
few years before he died.

And did you know Eve?

Not really.

She wasn't our type of people.

Alistair was a respectable man,
but they got married in a hurry,

if you know what I mean.

But they weren't happy?

She killed him. Does
that sound happy to you?

Hmm. Well...

Could you describe the argument you heard?

It's all in the statement
I gave to Mr Bacchus.

I heard raised voices,
then crashing about.

But you are sure that the voices
you heard were Eve and Alistair.

Well, it was through the wall,
so I couldn't hear clearly...

I heard an argument. They'd argued
before, but this was much worse.

Did your husband hear the argument? Harry?

He was still at the pub with the team.

Didn't get home until much lat...

straight after closing time,
and I told him about it then.

- Ah. - We heard Eve Liddell
was having an affair.

Do you have any idea who she was seeing?

No. But I wouldn't be surprised
if there was more than one.

But you never saw her with anyone
in particular? No specific rumour?

Oh. Maybe your husband could help?

- He wouldn't know any more
about that than I do. - Ah...

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

How much do you want to bet her
husband was shagging Eve Liddell?

She's unhappy about something.

First she says he was home "much
later" the night of the murder.

Then, he came back just
after closing time.

Hey. Her boyfriend living right
next door. Perfect for a murderer.

Janet Ellery? You worked at
Caldbrook's with Eve Liddell?

I'm a police officer.

Come in.

Thank you.

- That's Eve.
- Oh, right.

There on the end.

- This one? - She was 18 then,
just started in the office.

What was she like?

Hard to get to know at
first. Kept a lot inside.

It's not surprising, given
where she came from.

How's that?

She saw her parents shot, right
in front of her, by the Nazis,

when she was ten.

Gosh. That's a terrible
thing for a child to see.

But she wasn't who they
said in the papers --

and nobody bothered asking about him.

Who? Alistair?

Liked to put out this
heroic story about himself,

but he wasn't a nice man.

He abused his position.

Did he have enemies? Down at the plant?

Aye. More than one, pet.

All right.

It's not illegal to
serve a pint yet, is it?

No, we're looking into the
murder of Alistair Liddell.

Alistair was in here on
the night that he died.

Aye. The team had just lost the derby.

All right, do you anybody
that was with him?

It was years ago, man.

You should have asked us the day after.

Yes. We should have.

Was Harry Willis in here that night?

Oh, come on, man, will you?
It's not like a punter of yours

gets murdered every
night of the week, is it?

What do you remember?

Do you remember anything with
Harry Willis and Alistair's wife?

Now, that was just idle gossip.

Excuse me? You played
football with Alistair.

Were you here that night?

Aye. I'm here most nights.
I'm here most days, too.

Ah, leave Robert alone, man.

Look, they got into a barney
that night -- Harry and Alistair.

They'd all been drinking
hard, but Alistair was worst.

What time did Harry Willis leave here?

I told you -- I can't remember.

Do you remember this argument?

All I remember is Harry tried
to give Alistair a lift home

because he was too drunk to walk.

Before closing time?

Aye, well before. Harry left soon after.

Harry Willis. Pull him in.

Thank you.

Thank you for being so helpful.

'I visited Eve occasionally.'

I was worried about her.

I've seen it before, you see,
my father had a temper so...

People say Alistair was this
hero, but, the fact is his life

hadn't gone the way he wanted it
to and he was, like, raging inside.

My dad had a temper. I
never killed anyone.

You're saying he hit her?

His moods were getting
worse towards the end.

Well, he was under pressure --
something to do with work, I think.

But you were the one who was arguing
with him the night he disappeared.

I was trying to talk to him about Eve.

He was already in a rage after
the game, so he wouldn't listen.

Look, we know that you left the pub early.

We know your wife lied
to give you an alibi.

If you weren't with Alistair,
where were you, Mr Willis?

Patricia thinks you were
involved in this, doesn't she?

I was with another woman that night.

She calls herself Rose.

I see.

We'll need an address.

Why didn't you tell us this,

why didn't you say something at the time?

Because my wife has built
her life on appearances

and she doesn't deserve
to be humiliated by me.

You could have told
somebody about Alistair.

I thought it would look bad for Eve.

Janet Ellery said that

Alistair had enemies at the plant --

his "good friend" Tommy
Norton couldn't stand him.

Alistair was angling for
the General Manager job

and he was furious that
Tommy got it over him.

So the investigation had the
wrong picture of Alistair.

The wrong picture of Eve.

And not a shred of evidence
that wasn't circumstantial.

No, no, no, no, hang on.

We had her daughter's testimony,

the murder weapon we
found outside the house.

Her own confession. And her friend
said she bottled things up --

so what if she just snapped?

Huh?

OK, maybe we got the
motive wrong before --

but there's still motive if
he was knocking her about.

- It's a stronger case against
her, if anything. - No!

You had a theory and you
made the evidence fit.

How many times did this
happen before I got here?

How many convictions were neatly tied up

to get the result you wanted?!

It wasn't just me that convicted her.

You're forgetting about
my superior officers,

you are forgetting about the
judge, and 12 men of the jury...

Aye. Have you noticed
something? They're all men.

That's just a turn of phrase, Rachel.

Aye, well, it fits, though, doesn't it?

A justice system that was set up
by men and that is run by men.

No wonder Eve Liddell didn't
think she could tell anyone

what was really going on.

No, no, sorry, no, that is no excuse --

if he was knocking her about

then she could have left, and
walked away, but she didn't.

- So what if he hit her, a
killer is still a killer. - What?

Now, you taught me that, sir.

She did try to leave, though, didn't she?

She went to see a solicitor who sent
her away feeling ashamed of herself.

She had nowhere to go.

- You're not -- you're
missing the point. - Enough!

And if you say "so what" again,

I swear you won't be working in
this police force or any other one.

What?

From Dr Anderton, sir. X-ray results.

Absolute confirmation.

So the only thing we know for certain

is that Alistair Liddell is our victim.

These files, is this all of it?

It's everything that went to court.

Well, I want to see all of it!

Including anything that
might have been buried

in somebody's bottom drawer.

It was a strong case, guv.

Are you all right, sir?

Yeah. I'm fine.

No, I'm not fine.

I don't think justice was served here --

but he's probably right,
violence in the marriage

could have been a reason
for Eve Liddell to kill,

whether she meant to or not.

We have to face that possibility.

I know it's not my place, but
if Inspector Bacchus knew...

If he thought that you
might be leaving us soon,

he might understand why you
need to put this right.

He's a policeman. He
should KNOW to put it right.

I want to talk to Marion again.

I want to know what was really
going on in that marriage.

Sir?

Inspector Bacchus.

Gently's man.

I'm my own man, right?

Your boss still raking
up this Liddell thing?

If I was my own man I'd tell him
to consider what side he's on

and play happy families.

Yes, sir.

You investigated the original
case. What do you think?

I think we should shut it down, sir.

For everyone's sake.

Would you care to look at our
Art of Protest Exhibition?

- I'll give you this free leaflet.
- All right.

- It's free to go on in.
- Thank you. - There you go.

Hiya.

Have you come to consciousness yet?

There's a woman's meeting
later this week, join us.

I hope you don't mind us asking, sir,

but I just wondered how
long we've got left with you?

Not long.

You can't fight it?

Not forever.

My wife -- Isabella -- she used
to love walking on the beach.

It's where I proposed to her.

You've never talked to
me about her before.

I told you to leave me alone.

We're in the middle of a show.

Who is she?

Ah. It's a good likeness.

Can you give us a minute?

What was he really like, your father?

My father died a long time ago, Mr Gently.

My wife was murdered a long time ago.

The only thing I could do for
her was to get her justice.

My mother's in prison. I have justice.

You lived with your father's family,

you heard just one story
about your parents.

What if it that's not all of it?

I have to ask you, Marion, did
you hear anything that night?

She turned on the radio.

Goodnight, Myszka.

That wasn't the first time
that she turned on the radio,

was it?

Or the first time that
you hid under a blanket?

You don't understand.

You're asking me to remember,

but it's like trying
to hold on to a dream.

I have nightmares where
I hear him shouting,

but I loved him, too.

And her.

What about her?

A few days before he died,
she dragged me up the stairs

so hard that my arm was bleeding
where I scraped it off the walls.

She locked me in my room.
I never understood it.

I used to think there was
something wrong with me, too.

What if I'm like them?

Both of them?

You want a lift home?

Nah.

I wanted to believe she
couldn't have done it -- Eve.

But what if John's right?

We follow the evidence
till we get an answer.

I'll see you tomorrow, Rachel.

Night, sir.

Lisa? It's me.

Yeah.

I know, I know, I know...

Yeah, I just want to speak
to Leigh-Ann for a minute.

I know, please, just for a minute.

Right.

Hello, sweetheart.

Yeah, yeah. Are you all right?

Aye, you know, I'm just,
um, I'm just working late...

This is everything they brought
over from the old station.

Do you want to let me know
what you're looking for

and I'll have it sent up?

No. I'll look for it.

Suit yourself.

Welcome, gentlemen.

Welcome, welcome to Caldbrook's.

Karl. Karl, thank you
for making the journey.

- Guten Tag.
- Guten Tag.

What's he doing here?

Guten Tag. It's Robert. He's
bringing my lunch, Mr Norton.

Guten Tag.

He does it every day.
I'll go tell him to go.

- Hiya, pet.
- You all right?

Mr Norton asked if you could
leave, it's a big moment for him.

I'll see you later, thanks.

What happened to you?

I brought something for you.

That's Marion, she's
studying at the art school.

I think she has a great talent.

I write her letters.

I never send them.

You've seen a lot of
violence in your life,

experienced it throughout your life.

Did Alistair hit you?

I loved him at the start. I...

.. tried to keep on loving him --

for Marion's sake.

But one day I just couldn't any more.

He would... He would put his hand
over my mouth and hold me down...

And he raped you?

I thought it was my fault.

I should have taken Marion
away -- I didn't know how.

I, I was nothing.

In your earlier statement, you said
that you left the house that night.

Where did you go to?

I needed some air.

I checked on Marion and
I went out for a walk.

What time?

I don't know. Before ten.

I was out for an hour -- maybe two.

And nobody saw you?

When I came back, Alistair wasn't home.

There was a mess in the kitchen
and the back door was open.

I thought he'd gone out looking for me.

In the morning I found his blood.

When he was drunk
sometimes he cut himself.

I was glad he wasn't there.

I know how that sounds --

but I hoped he'd left us and
he was never coming back.

Why didn't you tell the
police any of this?

I tried. And they said I lied.

They said they knew what I'd done

and they kept asking the same
questions, over and over again.

I wouldn't say what they wanted,
so, so they didn't let me sleep.

They kept pushing and pushing,
and the way they looked at me...

The way that young
sergeant looked at me --

as if I was a monster.

Inspector Bacchus pushed
you into a confession?

It wasn't only him.

But he was there.

I think I'm getting deja vu.

Are you coming down with something?

Yesterday's shirt -- big night, was it?

Are they the files from the archives?

Mm-hm.

Anything useful?

If there was, don't you
think I would have told you?

I found this buried in the case files.

A few months before Alistair
died there was an accident --

a fire at the plant.

Guess who did the internal review?

Tommy Norton. First thing
he did as General Manager.

Alistair signed it off.

Looks like they hushed it all
up and then fired an apprentice

called Robert Platt.

Should we look into it?

It's a bloody fishing trip, isn't it?

Come on, then.

I know there's something wrong.

I'm hungover.

You're always hungover at the minute.

I know Gemma left you -- but
this is different, isn't it?

You know you can tell us.
We're on the same side.

I'm worried about my job.

He wants to have his
crusade doesn't he, George?

You see, it's different for me.

I was part of this investigation --

and they'll look for someone to blame.

It was a different time. He knows that.

It wasn't different for him, was it?

You should talk to him. You
need to talk to each other.

- Right, have a look at this.
- Howay.

So, there's a new nitration system

which we replace every
few years. And we...

Mr Norton? We just had
a few more questions.

Excuse me. This is not a good time.

Did you write this report?

Call off the attack dog, would you?

Answer the question.

This fire, at the plant --

you and Alistair concluded
that Robert Platt was to blame.

You said that he was fixing a pipe
and he botched up the repair work?

- That's right. - I think it was
your fault -- yours and Alistair's.

I think you were cutting
corners, weren't you?

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

Well, you wrote this report
just after you got the promotion.

A few months before Alistair died.

Did the fire have something
to do with him stepping aside?

Look, you can tell us here now, or I
can arrest you in front of everyone.

Maybe we'll tell them everyone

that the Germans are planning
on closing down the plant...

All right!

All right.

Alistair thought his, his fancy
education made him a genius --

always making "improvements" to
the process, never telling anyone.

After the fire I found out
he'd altered the system.

A pipe cracked, Robert
tried to fix it, but, yes,

the fire was Alistair's fault.

I agreed not to tell anyone

if he supported me to take
over as General Manager.

Are you satisfied?

I brought Alistair down a peg
or two those last few months.

He hated it, but I won. And I
didn't do anything criminal.

I had no reason to kill him
-- so, if you'll excuse me.

What about Robert Platt? He had a motive.

Robert never knew the truth.

And he was in the pub with me all
night -- ask anyone on the team.

Now, if you don't mind.

Go on.

(Prick.)

Gentlemen, I'm really sorry...

You pushed her. You pushed her
till she broke, didn't you?

You and your DCI decided
that Eve Liddell was guilty,

but you didn't have a strong
enough case without a body.

So you bullied her into a confession.

No, no, we thought we were right.

All the evidence pointed to her.

Now we've got nothing.

What's this?

It's a statement from a
lad called Graham Arthur.

He was up by the Liddell house that night.

He said that he saw a woman
on the street outside.

Now, the timing was wrong, so
I didn't think it was relevant.

And then when she confessed,
it was a loose end.

And I just... I went back to tie it up.

So, you got him to change his story. Eh?

Yeah.

Yeah, I told him to say
that he was mistaken.

This could have been Eve leaving
the house. This is reasonable doubt.

So how long were you going
to hold on to this, eh?

Did you think you might just lose it?

And let an innocent woman rot in prison?

Do you think you decide
when to dispense justice?

You're not a real policeman.

You mean I'm not you.
You're a saint, aren't you?

But you know what? Saints in
the Bible, they're all right,

but in real life no-one likes them much.

I serve justice. That's my life.

Yeah. And it's all that you've got.

Do you know, you're an embarrassment.

You're an accident waiting to happen.

Just look at the state of
you, with your drinking.

You want to pull yourself
together, Sergeant.

Except I'm not your
sergeant any more, am I?

Hey, do you know why he
stayed up here in the North...

- Don't.
- .. Rachel?

Go on.

To chop me down. That's what he said.

He'd lost everything, he'd lost his wife.

He was on his way out of the force,
and then he found himself a project.

I'd been given a transfer
to the Met -- but no...

.. no, he needed something to
restore meaning into his life.

To make up for the guilt he
felt knowing that his crusades

are the reason his wife was murdered.

Get out.

You know, you tried to
shape me into your image --

- well, are you happy now?
- John...

I've lost Gemma, I've lost my daughter

- and this job is the only thing I have.
- John, don't.

And what about Rachel?

What's she going to do when she
has to decide between being

- a detective and having a family?
- John, don't.

You've put impossible expectations
on her, just like you did with me.

John!

I thought you had a future.

Ah, well, it's not your future,
any more, is it, George?

Look, the old chief.

What's going to be left
behind when you go? Nothing.

You're finished here.

I'm recommending you for suspension.

Get out of my sight.

John...

It's my choice to be here, sir.

This job is important to me.

And not I'm trying to be
like you, or anyone else.

There's something that Eve
Liddell still isn't telling us.

I mean, why would you leave
a child alone in the house?

We need to get Marion to
go and visit her mother,

then we'll get to the truth.

You're not meant to be in here.

I need your help, please, mate.

I want an address for Graham Arthur.

He used to live up in Ouston Hill.

Then he moved about five
years ago with his parents.

Parents' names?

I don't know.

So, the Arthur family, and
they could be anywhere?

I'll call back in for it.

All right.

Thank you.

Are you all right?

Mm.

What happened?

I'm leaving.

You won't change my mind.

As soon as you walked
into the studio that day,

I knew it was over for me here.

You have a real talent, Marion.

Do you really want to leave art school?

Do you really want to give up on all this?

I just want to live me own life.

Well, then, you can't run away this time.

I believe that your mother
will tell the truth,

but only if she knows you want to hear it.

Marion is here because she
wants to know the truth...

.. whatever that might be.

Myszka.

Forgive me.

What do you want forgiveness for?

I loved you so much.

From before you were born.

You used to kick me in
the middle of the night...

Your father loved you, too. It
was just me he couldn't love.

I didn't want you to
know what he did to me.

I didn't want you to hear it.

It was getting worse --
in the last few months.

He hurt me every night.

It felt like it would never end.

But then I found out I was pregnant.

I can't describe what it felt like.

I was coming back to life.

I planned to take you away with the baby.

So I went to, um, see a solicitor...

.. but he told me I
wouldn't get a divorce.

He told me if I left, your
father would get custody.

When I got back home, it was late.

He was angry.

And you were playing so loudly,

I, I pulled you upstairs into your
room and I locked the door, so he...

.. so he couldn't hurt
you when he hurt me.

I was so afraid.

I couldn't take care of one child.

How could I protect two?

I killed my baby.

I left you home alone and
I went to see a woman...

Why didn't you tell anyone?

I couldn't.

Abortion was a crime.

I killed my child.

God forgive me.

And I thought you would
be better off without me.

No, you're all right. Thank you.

Everything all right, DS Coles?

Doesn't it make you lose heart, sir?

When you know something,
but you can't prove it.

I see policing as a matter
of judgment, not heart.

Of balancing realities.

I look forward to seeing you,
Rachel. You brighten up the place.

Thank you, sir.

DCI Gently has always paid
attention to you, hasn't he?

When he retires, I want you to
know that my door is always open.

Perhaps we could become as
close as you and he have been?

I, erm, I read an interview
with Commander Shirley Becke.

She said there's no such
thing as a lady policeman.

We're police officers who
just happen to be women.

Not everyone sees things that way yet,

but Mr Gently has always
been a great mentor to me,

a real FATHER figure.

And I'd be honoured to see
you in the same way, sir.

You're going to need a lot of
friends in this world, Rachel.

Remember that.

Sir?

I've been looking over
the Liddell inquiry.

Speaking to Inspector Bacchus.

We need to wrap it up.

I want headlines for the right reasons.

With respect, sir.

You were Superintendent at the
time of Eve Liddell's conviction --

however much you avoided
getting your hands dirty.

Now, if you want me to bury
this there will be headlines

but for the wrong reasons.

If you want me to retire,
I'll go 1st of January...

.. but I'm staying on this case
until Eve Liddell walks free.

Very well.

You need to talk to me?

I'm fine.

We're not going to find her, the
woman who performed the abortion?

No, we're not.

Apart from Eve's word, we
haven't got enough evidence

for a fresh appeal.

We need to find that killer.

Why that Saturday?

Why did Alistair come back from
that football match in such a rage?

There was, there was bad blood
on the pitch -- and at the plant.

Alistair had caused an
accident -- a fire --

and Tommy Norton covered it up.

They blamed it on an
apprentice called Robert Platt.

What day was that fire?

5th of September.

When did Alistair's money troubles start?

There are his bank statements.

Ha.

Get Robert Platt and Tommy Norton in here.

Yes, sir.

You've done well compared with
all these grammar school boys,

haven't you, Mr Norton?

A good watch. Nice suit.
You have expensive tastes.

I've made a success of
myself, I can afford it.

Ah, but there was a time when you
couldn't afford it, wasn't there?

When you needed extra cash to
buy the things that you liked.

You...

Now, then, this is a statement from
Alistair Liddell's bank account.

And do you know what's funny about it?

September to December 1962,

Alistair never deposited his pay --

but he was withdrawing
most of his savings.

Have you got the other one?

This is yours, and during the same period

you came into quite a lot of money.

You didn't just use the fire
at the plant to get the job

that Alistair wanted.

You were blackmailing him, weren't you?

Alistair always made sure to
remind me of my failings --

he liked to put me down to
make himself look better...

.. and when I found out
what he was really up to,

he was desperate not to
be exposed as a failure.

Well. Blackmail being a criminal offence,

I doubt that your buyers will
want a manager with a record,

so why don't you tell
us what really happened

the day that Alistair disappeared?

Alistair came to me before the game.

He said there was no more money
-- he wasn't paying any more.

Oh, so you told Robert Platt
the truth about the accident --

just to get him on side,

and together you hatched a
plot to get rid of him. Yeah?

I told Robert the truth, that's all...

.. and he laid into Alistair on the
pitch -- got Alistair sent off.

Robert was desperate. He
could've done anything.

All right, you can go for now. Chris.

Oi, I'm not finished with you.

I'm looking for Graham Arthur.

We know you fought with
Alistair that Saturday.

So what?

You must have been very
angry when you found out

the fire at Caldbrook's
was Alistair's fault.

He shot my life to pieces.
Him and Tommy Norton.

God, no-one would ever give
me another chance after that.

But, I didn't kill anyone.

I didn't ask you about the murder.

But I do know that Eve
Liddell didn't kill Alistair.

Which means that somebody else
was at their house that night.

Somebody else was arguing with Alistair --

and you had a reason
to go and confront him.

Tommy says that you were both in the pub

till closing time -- but I
don't believe that you were.

Alistair's body would have been
hard for one person to move alone.

Tommy helped you to
move the body, didn't he?

Sir?

What do you want?

This is Graham Arthur.

He'd like to offer his witness
statement again as evidence.

All right, go on, tell
Mr Gently what you told me

about the lady outside the
Liddell house that night?

Well... she looked like Marilyn Monroe.

What's she doing here?

Betty, love, sweetheart,
are you all right?

DI Bacchus, I want you here.
Sit down, please, Mrs Platt.

What's she doing here? She
hasn't done anything wrong.

Ordinary people, they read about
murderers in the newspapers

and they think they can imagine
what it's like to kill.

But the truth is, nobody knows
how it feels to take a man's life.

The first thing is the panic,
the heart's beating faster

and the blood's rushing to your brain,

so you just can't think what to do.

You should be talking to Tommy.

You look back at the body.

You feel the blood on
your hands -- it's sticky.

It smells sweeter than you might think.

So you try to move the body,
but the feel of it repulses you,

it's soft and heavy and it's
hard to move, like a sack,

but there's still warmth in it.

We have a witness who saw you on
the street that night, Mrs Platt.

You helped your husband to
move Alistair body, didn't you?

No.

You don't need to do this
to her. Right? I killed him.

Yeah, tell them, Betty...
Tell them I did it by myself.

Love?

The other thing that people
don't understand is the guilt.

How it weighs on your soul.

Your husband didn't kill
Alistair, did he, Mrs Platt?

- I'm telling you..
- No.

I'm telling you I did it!
I'm telling you it was me.

No, Robert. Robert, I need to tell them.

- No, no, no, don't... - It's
OK. - You can't, you can't.

I want to do this.

Because you're right.

Nobody knows what that
kind of secret does to you.

We tried to get on with our lives...

.. then it just creeps into the corners.

We never talked about it.

How could we even have children?!

Tell me what happened.

We were so in love, weren't we?

All we wanted to do was to get married.

But when Robert lost his job,
he called the engagement off.

That Saturday, I went to the football

because I wanted to talk to him --

that's when I overheard
Alistair and him fighting.

So, I thought, if... if I
could get Alistair alone,

you know, I-I could persuade
him to change his mind

and to give Robert his job back.

Why did you think Alistair
would listen to you?

Because he liked me.

Oh, aye, he liked coming into the office.

Putting his hand on my skirt
at first -- then up me leg.

And I never said anything,
because he's an important man.

So you went to see him at home.

Aye, because I thought his
wife would be there too, but,

but she wasn't, he was alone.

He invited me in and I
tried to talk to him.

I wanted to explain

we just wanted a home,
a family like he had.

But he wasn't interested in that.

He grabbed me and he pushed me back.

He pushed me onto the table

and he had his hands around my throat,

I can't even breathe, and he's scaring me

and I put my hand out
and there was a knife...

I wanted to stop -- to stop him.

I thought he was going to kill me!

And when I looked there was just blood.

I was frightened and I ran.

Sorry.

You helped her move the body.

You could have gone to the police.

Could I? Do you think they
would have listened to me?

You let an innocent woman go to prison.

I'm sorry. Please, please, will
you tell her I'm so, so sorry?

Stand up, please, both of you.

Betty Platt, I am arresting you
for the murder of Alistair Liddell

on the 15th of December, 1962.

You do not have to say anything,
but anything that you do say

may be taken down in evidence

and may be used in
against you at your trial.

Do you understand?

Robert Platt, I am arresting
you for assisting an offender

and disposing of a body,
do you understand?

Come on. It's all right.

Betty, Betty, come on. Come on.

It wasn't murder. She
was defending herself.

That's for a court to decide.

Do you want one?

Um, no, you're all right, thank you.

I've, er, well, I've got
somewhere I need to be.

Got a date?

Sort of a... a girls' night.

All right?

Goodnight, sir.

Goodnight, Rachel.

Night.

I've come to collect some things.

Look, I know I did wrong, but I
have changed and you know that.

Just give us a chance to prove it, eh?

You went to the ACC behind my back.

I was scared, and I knew I was
wrong and you wouldn't stop...

Yeah, well, I knew something was coming.

It was written all over
your face from the start.

Six years -- six years
you've been working for me

and you didn't think you
can come and talk to me?

I'm a mess.

I don't know what I'm doing.

I want to be a man that my
daughter can be proud of, I do...

I know you're not me, John...

.. but if you want to
prove you've changed,

it's not me that you've
got to answer to --

it's not Gemma, it's not your daughter.

It's you. You've got
to prove it to yourself.

So, it's time for you to go
your way, and I'll go mine.

I'm sorry.

Free our sisters, free ourselves!
Free our sisters, free ourselves!

Free our sisters, free ourselves!
Free our sisters, free ourselves!

Free our sisters, free ourselves!
Free our sisters, free ourselves!

- What do we want? - Equal
Rights! - When do we want it?

Right now!

Free our sisters, free ourselves!

Free our sisters, free ourselves!