New Tricks (2003–2015): Season 1, Episode 4 - Episode #1.4 - full transcript

- They're very close. Some race, this!
- Kick it!

Oh, yes, my beauty!
Come on, the forehorse.

- Go on! Go!
- Golden Memory on the nearside.

- Go for it! Move!
- The rest are nowhere.

Now! Go!

What? Oh!

Arse!

Hello, Clarky.

Hey, watch this!

Here, Scruffy.

(BARKS)



Hup!

- New goalie for AFC!
- She'll go mental.

- She's not gonna see it.
- We'll tidy up before she gets back.

This afternoon? She's
back this afternoon.

- No, Friday. She's still in Italy.
- Yeah, look, look.

- It says, "I'm back 12th of the 8th."
- "At".

She lands at 12 on the 8th.
She'll be on her way in by now.

Uh-oh!

It's all right, it's OK

Doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey

It's all right, I say, it's OK

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 OK

We're getting to
the end of the day

High tech, low
tech, take your pick...

Anybody want this pizza?

'Cause you can't teach an
old dog a brand-new trick...

Oi! Leave it alone.

I don't care what anybody says

Sandra! Welcome back!

- What's that smell?
- Ylang-ylang.

Aromatic oil.

(SCRUFFY GROWLING)

(COUGHING)

(GROWLING CONTINUES)

(BARKING)

You're not going to
shoot him, are you?

- For you to read.
- What's in those bags?

- What is it?
- 17-year-old. Killed himself.

- We don't do suicides.
- There's another one somewhere.

(SHRIEKS)

According to his father, Ken
Rodger hanged himself in 1982

because the police wanted
to fit him up for the murder of

a 10-year-old boy
called Jimmy Spencer.

- Did they charge him?
- No.

Anyone else ever
charged with the murder?

No.

- Any new information on the killing?
- No.

(PA) Will DCI Jones
go to reception?

They didn't find Jimmy
Spencer's body for two days.

- On a golf course.
- Part-buried in a newly dug ditch.

- Are you gonna eat that?
- No, I'm gonna wear it as a hat.

You are what you eat.

The murder weapon was never
found, but tests proved it was a golf club.

- Is that Roquefort?
- Yeah, yeah.

The inquiry focused on certain
members of the Wellesley Park Golf Club.

There was a Greens
Committee meeting

on the same day and
a Seniors' competition.

And they found out about Ken
Rodger. He had a warning for flashing.

There were no signs
of a sexual assault.

Mm, well, still first choice as
a motive. Why else kill a child?

Er... knew something, saw
something, had something.

Derek Rodger is convinced that
his son did not kill Jimmy Spencer.

My dad was convinced I should've
played centre half for England.

Just see him, that's
all we're saying.

As far as everyone is
concerned, this case is closed.

Re-examining Jimmy
Spencer's murder

would throw a great many
lives into turmoil, not just yours.

Well, I've spent
20 years in turmoil.

20 years trying to get someone,
anyone, to look at the case again.

I want my boy's name cleared.

If it was up to me, but it's
Superintendent Pullman's decision.

Kenny couldn't account
for his whereabouts.

- He was at home.
- No one saw him.

Six months earlier, he'd been
warned by police for indecent exposure.

He was seen pissing
on the golf course

by some stuck-up cow
with a teenage daughter

and then she tells the police
that Kenny was flashing at them.

Well, this whole bloody...

(GASPING FOR BREATH)

Well, that...

Well, that's a load of lies.

No one knew about that
until after Spencer was killed.

Within a fortnight,
Kenny was dead

and after the funeral,
I got the bullet.

- They sacked you?
- 18 years, head green keeper.

Tell the Superintendent
about Kenny's golf.

Oh! If I was to say to you

he played off scratch
when he was 14,

well, you get the idea.

It's good. Very good.

Yeah.

A lock of Kenny's hair.

His mother cut it off him when he
was four, a month before she died,

so as it could be
buried with her.

This one's gonna
be buried with me.

Can we borrow it?

If we take up the case, a sample
of Ken's DNA would be a great help.

OK.

But I need it back.

Derek, what if
after all this time

we prove to you that Kenny
did kill Jimmy Spencer?

Well, then, he's
better off where he is.

In hell.

- What is it? What's wrong with him?
- Emphysema.

- How long has he got, do you think?
- Four, five weeks.

- He has no one, does he?
- No.

Scruffy, come on.

- Come on, it's all right.
- Scruffy! Come on, mate, here you go.

- What are you doing?
- I'm trying to tempt him out.

It's a dog, not a bloody monkey.

- Come on, Scruffy. Come on!
- Suit yourself.

It's all right. The
nasty woman's gone.

- Are we interrupting something?
- Oh!

Don! How lovely to see you!

James Spencer.

It's still on file,
technically an open case.

Yeah. A long time ago. The officer
in charge was Paul Thompson?

- Good DI.
- (SCRUFFY GROWLS)

Er... Paul Thompson...

Yeah. DCI, Murder
Squad, 1980-1985.

Made Superintendent.

(GROWLING)

Ahem.

Transferred to Serious
Crime Squad, '85-'89.

Chief Superintendent,
1990 till he retired in '94.

Yeah, it was felt that
by putting it to bed,

he'd done a good job
in tricky circumstances.

A lot of publicity.

(GROWLING)

(YAP)

(HISTRIONIC COUGHING)

He's on medication.

Yeah, its former high profile
makes me keen to close this case,

particularly given
that there was never

any specific evidence
against Ken Rodger.

OK. As long as you conduct your
inquiries with appropriate discretion.

(SANDRA) Bloody hell! Do they
have a tradesman's entrance?

Jack!

(BUZZ OF CONVERSATION)

Er, sorry to disturb you, gentlemen,
I'm looking for a Mr Pimley.

- Which one? There's two.
- Stewart, the manager.

- Well, you want to go into the lobby.
- Jack...

I'm dreadfully sorry. The sign at the
door does state male members only.

- I'm a police officer.
- And I'm the president,

but if I wore a skirt, I'd still be
expressly forbidden in this room.

A police officer
reinvestigating a murder.

This is all my fault.

Is there a problem?

Stewart Pimley, general manager.

I'm sorry, but it's a rule of the
club. You really can't stay here.

Come on.

We'd like to speak to
everyone questioned

during the original
investigation.

It was over 20 years ago.

I was 12 but I remember
the photographers

and reporters,
as well as police.

- You were a member then?
- Family member. My father played.

This is a famous club.

It's very important Wellesley
Park's reputation doesn't suffer.

We only need to talk to the Seniors
and Greens Committee members.

My father was on that Greens
Committee and he's dead.

- Most of the Seniors are probably dead.
- It is the murder of a child.

We'll be very discreet.

As a serving officer I was
responsible for the setting up of SO43,

the Special Auxiliary Department

for Discreet Questioning
at New Scotland Yard.

Special Auxiliary Department
for Discreet Questioning.

SAD DiQ. Very
hush-hush. Very successful.

- They threw her out?
- Escorted. It's a gentlemen's bar.

- What did she do?
- She went a funny colour.

- What, white or red?
- Puce, I think you'd call it.

Mm. It's the clothes I can't
get my head round. Golfers.

Some clubs draw a
white line down the bar.

- What for?
- Women are not allowed to cross it.

- (CLARK LAUGHING)
- No, seriously.

And at clubs like Wellesley Park
they'd lay a mine to keep them out.

But why? Why would you
want to exclude women?

Look, God knows
I like women, but...

Haven't you ever
wanted to be with just...

Men?

Not since I joined the police.

- So where is she now?
- In town.

She wouldn't tell me
what she was doing.

Really?

I don't live for my work, but every
day I'm thankful I do what I do.

It is hard. It's very hard.

It's all-embracing and sometimes
it's very difficult to switch off,

but I'd rather be a
police officer any day...

S-S-Sorry... A what?

Police. I'm a Detective
Superintendent.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Well... what can either of
us do in just two minutes?

I'm a cop.

So... where do you
come from, erm...?

Stanley. Whitby, Yorkshire.

God's country.

(WELSH ACCENT) Though
the bodywork's a trifle rusty

and the chassis's
in need of repair,

all Ivor's engine really needs is a
regular service, if you get my meaning.

Do you have any
interests, Brindsley?

Horses. Big horses.

Strong, muscular,
covered in sweat.

So, what about you?
What do you do?

Erm... I work in
local government.

Right!

Yeah, well, I always found my three
exes were much happier as housewives.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Brian not in?
- Right, listen.

I've sent Spencer's clothes
and effects to the ACPO labs,

along with Ken Rodger's hair.

I've made a list of child murders
ten years either side of the killing

and copies of all the
press reports on the case.

If he doesn't start pulling
his weight, he's out.

I've detailed every golf-course
killing since 1950. Seventeen.

Well, it's a very
frustrating game.

- How'd you get on, Gerry?
- With what?

Paul Thompson, guy who
led the original murder inquiry.

- No help whatsoever.
- Why?

'Cause he's dead. He
had a stroke last Friday.

I checked every force in
Britain via the Holmes computer.

Spencer's murder's very unusual.

Four golf-course killings
of children under 1 1,

but the other three all
had a sexual element.

And the only boy
was Darrell Tovey.

Steer Park, April 1990.

You weren't in the
Murder Squad in 1990.

No, we were brought in to
offer specialist aid and advice.

- We?
- Paedophile Unit.

As I remember, it worked.

Stewart Pimley called
from the golf club.

Says they can see
you around lunchtime.

You could have a word
with Thompson's deputy.

Better get my skates
on before they bury him.

Unlikely. He only
retired last year.

48!

- Chief Superintendent.
- Oh, great.

Another smart-arse,
fast-track...

(BRIAN LAUGHING)

All right, all right.
What's his name?

Loveless. Diane Loveless!

(LAUGHS)

Thanks very much. Morning.

- Gerry Standing.
- Thanks for agreeing to see me.

The Gerry Standing.

This is impressive,
isn't it? Yeah. Very nice.

My last three years in
the job were at Interpol,

specialising in
credit card fraud.

When I retired, the
banks sought me out.

In 12 months, I've cut card fraud
losses by 40%. They like that.

So they should.

- James Spencer?
- Yeah, do you remember it?

It was a child killing.
You ever work one?

Well, then you know.

You interviewed Ken Rodger.

- What made you think he did it?
- I didn't.

- Yeah, but the case file...
- Nine times out of ten,

a file like that exists to justify the
closing of an investigation - a result.

Thompson, my guv'nor, had
no doubts about the result.

But you did?

I thought forensics were inconclusive.
The body was dragged, not lifted,

only part-buried - that suggested
to me the killer wasn't very strong.

Might even have
been interrupted.

We had to interview Ken Rodger
because of his flasher history

and when we did, he was
awkward, scared, nervous,

but then, he was 17,
on suspicion of murder.

I didn't sense any
tendency to violence,

not the outbursts of temper
the killer must've had.

Did you tell Thompson this?

Not as much as I
should have, no.

- Why not?
- Huh! Thompson of the Yard?

A 26-year-old female DI? Have you any
idea what it was like for a woman then?

We're talking 1982.

Yeah, there must've been some
terrible male officers around then.

I wanted to get on.

And if you're a woman,
there are things you do,

sometimes,

you may not like.

But basically, you think what
we're doing is worthwhile?

- Oh, yes.
- Well, we're hoping to er... mount

a closer forensic
re-examination.

That can only help,

can't it?

Gentlemen, thank you for
seeing me at such short notice.

Mr Halford. Ian Gordon
and Fred Donaldson,

surviving Greens
Committee members.

Ex-Chief Superintendent Jack
Halford, now officially retired.

Fred's a retired solicitor,

so I asked him to sit in
on Ian's interview as well.

Is it all right if
my colleagues...?

Fine. This part of the
club isn't restricted.

PC Clark.

Ex-Detective
Inspector Brian Lane.

Sadly, they don't
actually play the game,

but let's not hold
that against them, eh?

James Spencer?

Truth be told, he was rather
an unpleasant little child.

- You know the sort.
- Not really.

Irritating, running
round the place shouting,

getting on people's nerves,
bullying younger kids.

No one will say it, of course.

Still, it was a long time ago,
and anyway, the wench is dead.

Who?

Beg pardon - figure of speech.

I just meant the deed is
done, can't be changed.

So what about Ken Rodger?

Best young bloody
golfer I've ever seen.

Won the Tyro Cup.
Under-18s. Big thing in club golf.

No Wellesley Park boy ever got
close until Ken Rodger won it in 1980,

by six shots, aged 1 5.

Wow.

Ordinarily, yes, worship
the tee he drove off,

but he liked playing
practical jokes.

That's why the Greens Committee
met the morning Spencer died.

- You all met here?
- In this room.

Gordon, Andy Pimley, myself,

to discuss Ken Rodger's
suspension from the club.

- Why?
- Oh, his latest stunt,

moving the tee, some
bloody nonsense.

I voted against, which
vetoed the motion.

Still, it was last
chance saloon time.

What did you think when you heard
he was suspected of killing Spencer?

I thought, "What a waste.

"He's thrown away the chance of becoming
a pro golfer," which he would've been.

So you did think he'd done it?

He hanged himself.

So I look at these other women

and then back at this
man with his three ex-wives

and I think, "I'm
divorced with a series of...

"well, with several
failed relationships

and here I am speed-dating
a man called Vic."

Do you see that as the sum
total of your experience with men?

- Personally or professionally?
- You choose.

Well, at work, there's just
four of them and I'm in charge.

Are you?

Yeah.

- Jimmy Spencer. Everyone liked him?
- What a very silly question.

It was James, not Jimmy. Nobody
except the press ever called him that.

- You knew him?
- Parents were members.

Wonderful people.

Absolute tragedy. Father
couldn't pick up a club afterwards.

- Ken Rodger. Where was he found?
- An oak tree. By the 16th tee.

Typical. Trust him to hang himself
by the hardest hole on the course.

Since he died, you'd do
very well to make par there.

- Who found him?
- His father.

- Derek Rodger found his son's body?
- Yes.

It was a very unsatisfactory
conclusion to events, really.

In the sense that the perpetrator
rather evaded proper justice.

Thank you, Mr Gordon.

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to ask.

What sort of a person
was Andrew Pimley?

Major Andy Pimley, Scots
Guards. Died in the Falklands.

Military Cross. You don't
win them in a lucky bag.

Hi, I'm Dave Pimley,
I'm Stewart's brother.

Ah, pleased to meet you.

- You both work at Wellesley Park?
- Dave is the club professional.

What did you want to
know about our father?

You remember him?

- A little.
- What was he like?

- He was a wonderful and loving father.
- Decent. Loyal.

- Courageous.
- A good friend, I take it.

Great friend.

He knew the dead boy's parents?

- Very well.
- Did he like them?

Probably. He was
the type of man who...

My father got on with everyone.

And because of the kind of
man he was, everyone liked him.

You're talking as though
he were a suspect.

No.

A boy was murdered and
your father was here at the time.

This is a fine club and I'm
very proud to be its president.

If you're seeking to
blacken the memory

of the finest person in
this club's history, well...

All I can say is that there are other
members far less tolerant than me,

but with a lot more influence,

if you er...

follow my drift.

Tread softly, for you
tread on their dad.

There you go, look.

- Ooh.
- It's the same.

No! She's wrapped
the insides up as well.

- This one's nearly open.
- Forensic report.

Saliva on James Spencer's
clothes, front and back,

pooling and spread
pattern reveal it to belong

to someone dragging
the body, post-mortem.

The killer.

It doesn't come from
Spencer or his parents.

Nor, having also isolated the
genetic code of Ken Rodger's hair,

does his DNA match that of
the saliva found on the victim.

Ken Rodger - innocent.

Diane had her
doubts at the time.

Really? They
don't figure on file.

No, the '80s, beautiful
woman in a man's world,

canteen culture, glass ceiling.

You slept with her, didn't you?

- Yeah.
- You disgust me.

We never discussed you at all.

- Jack!
- Diane Loveless...

She still have that tattoo of
a killer whale on her bum?

I thought it was a shark.

I knew it.

Always knew it.

My boy never hurt anybody.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

(SOBBING)

So are we.

I'm er... I'm being moved out.

I can't look after
myself any more.

Any chance you'll
find who really did it?

A chance.

- Here you go. Jack got them.
- Ta.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

OK. Motive, we
don't know. Weapon.

- Golf club.
- Possibly, but which we don't have.

Suspects.

The Seniors competition.
All the geriatrics.

That's why they dragged
the body. Too weak to carry it.

They play in groups of four.

Unless one took time out from searching
for a ball to batter a boy to death.

Until Ken Rodger turned up,

the murder team was looking
at this Greens Committee,

- because they were all at the club.
- Diane said the same thing.

Yeah - 20 years too late.

Why were they all so protective about
a hero, a man who needs no protection?

What I don't understand is why
kill this particular 10-year-old boy?

He knew something, saw
something, had something.

- Wish we had.
- The DNA. We've got that.

- The committee. Test them.
- They're not going to buy into that.

Well, fine. If they say
no, you say, "Why not?"

- Yeah, but...
- No, no. It only takes one to agree

and the rest are gonna have to
think for reasons why they won't.

Before we do anything we'd
better speak to Spencer's parents,

let them know that
we're starting again.

Ugh!

Oh!

Bit of nut under me
plate. You ever get that?

It's bloody painful.

(MOBILE)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

You haven't got one.

Hello?

Oh, hi.

What? No, no, no. You wait.

I've gotta go.

So they do communicate
over vast distances.

- What?
- Killer whales.

Hi. Diane Loveless.

- Sandra Pullman.
- Diane.

I found my original notebooks.
Thought they might help.

Thank you.

Yeah, Gerry said you'd
been very... helpful.

Yeah, they'll be great, yeah.

We'd better hurry.

I understand you had
doubts about Ken Rodger

but felt unable to express it due
to the macho climate in the force.

I didn't find it
particularly intimidating.

Fast-tracked, were
you? Mm. Well, I wasn't.

But then in my 28 years, I
never shot any dogs, either.

(JACK AND BRIAN
SING "JAWS" THEME)

- Mr Spencer?
- Yes.

I'm Detective Superintendent
Sandra Pullman, this is Jack Halford.

We're from the Unsolved
Crime and Open Case Squad.

It's about your son, James.

I wanted to say how
sorry I am for your loss.

I know what it is to lose someone
through an act of violence.

But I promise you we'll
do everything in our power

to find out the truth
about who killed your son.

Thank you for that,
although I do have to say

that hearing James's case was being
reopened did come as an immense shock.

It does seem rather
extraordinary to me

that after 20 years there
should be such a sudden

rash of interest in
James's death now.

The phone hasn't stopped.

(PHONE RINGS)

(GRUNTS)

Hello? Yes.

Yes, OK. I'll ask.

It's the front desk.
There's a journalist outside.

They want to know
if you'll speak to him.

- TV or print?
- Does it matter?

- Course it matters!
- Will you speak to him?

- Why? Why should I?
- 'Cause it's important.

- We need a positive interface with...
- Bollocks.

Hello.

I'm sorry, we won't
be able to facilitate

that particular request
in the current time frame.

Yes, that means no.

- OK. Thanks. Bye-bye.
- Has he gone?

No.

Anything else you
want, just give us a call.

Yeah, I will. Yeah.

See you later.

Tiger.

Yeah. I'll see you.

Ron Protheroe,
"Evening Standard".

I'm looking to speak to
someone from the UCOS team.

Excusez?

Come ask make home.

Come Albania.
This is police, yeah?

Come ask claim for asylum.

- Is that journalist still there?
- Yeah.

What did you tell him?

Good God, you look terrible.

- What happened?
- Something I ate.

Oh, right. Seafood.

Have you seen this?

"That they should question
the integrity of a man

who is no position to
defend his reputation

"for the simple reason that he gave
his life for his country, it's despicable.

"Even more so when
some of those involved

"are ex-police officers whose
service record is far from exemplary."

- She's...
- The widow of a war hero.

Somebody at the golf club
leaked what we're doing.

But not the stuff about former officers.
Who's dishing the dirt on us, Don?

I've no idea, but
I'll tell you this.

Closing the Spencer case might
have been a high priority then,

but it's bloody imperative now.

If you don't find out
who killed that boy,

we're all yesterday's
news, not today's.

(DOOR OPENING)

I thought I had
explained about this bar.

- Why did you go to the press?
- It wasn't him.

It was me. If this
club is to be subjected

to media intrusion and
speculation again - because of you -

I wanted to get our point of view
across loud and clear and early.

I make a point of minimising stress
and anxiety in any inquiry of this kind.

- Then you've obviously failed.
- Our mother is very upset.

I was talking about
the family of the victim.

The cause of the Spencers'
grief is this investigation.

It's common knowledge that
Ken Rodger murdered their son.

- Common in what sense?
- As of yesterday,

we know that DNA
found on James's clothes

doesn't match that of
either Ken or Derek Rodger.

- Ken Rodger didn't do it?
- No.

We have to reappraise
our approach,

so it would help if you and Mr Donaldson
would allow us to take DNA samples.

Oh, and either
of you, of course.

- Me?
- What?

Your DNA is close enough to your
father's to rule him out as a suspect.

If Ken Rodger didn't kill James
Spencer, why did he hang himself?

He'd been arrested for murder,
warned for indecent exposure.

He'd be thrown out of the club,

which would destroy his
chances of becoming a pro golfer.

He was 17, older than
James Spencer but still a boy.

- He was afraid!
- I'm sorry!

No.

Ken Rodger was innocent and nobody
except his father stood up for him.

Now, after 20 years, isn't it about
time that somebody did the right thing?

I don't think you should lecture my
family about what's right or wrong.

- How long does it take?
- A few moments.

- Dave, it's not necessary.
- No, Stewart, it is.

Weird, isn't it?

Interaction between
chemicals and the body.

A bridge to the past
via a few drops of spit.

You won't remember
Spencer's death.

No, I remember my
parents talking about it.

Everyone was shocked
that something like that

could happen where
they lived and played golf.

I was told this
test is a one-off.

What happens to these samples
after we've been ruled out as murderers?

- They're destroyed.
- High Court ruling.

Means they're not
allowed to keep them

or use them for the purpose of record
and or any other investigation. Correct?

- Bloody better be.
- I never argue with solicitors.

But they can't be used for any
other purpose. Mr Donaldson, spot on.

Mr Donaldson, do you mind if
I ask you a straight question?

What time of day
do you start drinking?

What if the results
come back negative?

Don't speculate. It's pointless.

How do you cope, Jack, alone?

Alcohol, solvent abuse,
mind-bending drugs.

What's the attraction?

Oh, you can hit 20, 30 balls
and might only hit one good one,

but that good one's as
good as Tiger Woods.

You just keep trying to lower
the odds. It's a search, a quest.

Endless. Like knitting.

So now you're telling
me to get a hobby.

No one copes.

I've gotta go.

Night.

Night.

A child murdered
with one of these.

Sex is out, so what
are we looking at?

Provocation, intimidation?

Revenge?

Come on, Mary,
come on! Help me out!

It's a child, for God's sake.

- Museum?
- That's what Mr Halford said.

Er... Esther says dinner
tonight, how are you fixed?

- Yeah, I'm OK, yeah.
- Clarky?

Me?

Well, don't get excited,
she said everyone.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, that's fine, love.
- Maybe you misheard.

Maybe he said, "You see 'em."

- See what?
- Maybe it was "Lyceum".

My worry is they all agreed to
test because they didn't do it.

(PHONE RINGS)

UCOS.

So er... can we have our presents?
The ones you brought back from holiday.

- No.
- You didn't bring Bevan one, did you?

- God, it's like having children!
- Mr Bevan.

Sir? No, we...

Yes, yes, I will. I'll
do it straight away.

OK. Bye.

Major Pimley's
widow is very unhappy.

Why are you persecuting
the memory of my husband?

I assure you, Mrs
Pimley, we're not.

Then why take a
sample of my son's DNA?

He and the others
offered it willingly.

I want a copy of those results.

We can't do that, the
test was on your son.

To find out about my husband.

David agreed because, like his father,
he's a decent, sensitive human being.

- Yeah, doing the right thing.
- David is a very gifted golfer.

He and his brother
have spent their lives

trying to live up to
their father's ideal

and I've read enough
stories about DNA samples

getting mixed up,
contaminated...

The labs and technicians we use are
among the most expert in the country.

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

Don't you have any guilt
about the slur you're casting?

Mrs Pimley,

if this investigation had been conducted
more rigorously in the first place,

maybe an innocent 17-year-old
might not have hanged himself.

Even though this wasn't my
case, I can't help but feel guilty

and ashamed.

And it's those feelings
as much as anything else

that are driving me to
right the injustices done.

To all the victims.

- You'll break those.
- I thought you'd gone.

Dry-cleaner's. Which one
do you think for dinner tonight?

Kenzo, Armani...

or...

Kenzo?

- These fall off the back of a lorry?
- No.

- How can you afford suits like that?
- I save up.

Is that one a bit dull?

Dull? Listen, we're going to
Brian's, not the Italian embassy.

You could wear a
string vest and you'd be...

Ah, Brian! Talking
about tonight,

is it all right if I bring
a bottle of wine?

- You know, with you not drinking?
- Of course.

Armani? Now, that's a nice suit.

- Milk, cheese, eggs?
- Yes.

- Caviar?
- No!

- Why not?
- He's a vegetarian.

- It's fish.
- It's not, it's fish eggs.

You eat hen's eggs,
what's the difference?

They kill the fish.

There's another outside.

- Your shoes. Are they leather?
- Uh-huh.

Aha! They have to kill the cow.

I want to thank you all for
coming tonight. It's about Brian.

I can only be sure of him
when he's here, at home,

that he's sticking
to his medication.

As far as you can tell, is
he more calm, more rational?

- Lucid?
- Erm...

- Well...
- Not exactly.

- No, Esther, he's not.
- Oh, thank heavens for that.

I've been so worried!
Thank you, thank you.

Ah, more wine.

(ESTHER) Thank you.

- Cheers.
- No, no, no.

- You sit there, I'll do it.
- Thank you.

- So where were you today?
- Guards Museum.

- Guards Museum!
- See? Museum.

James Spencer killed March 12th,
Ken Rodger hanged March 26th.

- Argentina invaded the Falklands...
- April 2nd 1982.

The British Task Force set sail to
recapture the Falklands on April 5th.

Major Pimley died on Mount
Tumbledown, June 12th.

- That's three months after Spencer.
- Three months to the day.

This is from the citation
for his Military Cross.

"While repeatedly
coming under intense fire

and without regard
for his personal safety,

"Major Pimley twice
succeeded in rescuing

wounded members
of his battalion.

"On the third and final attempt,
he was hit by machine-gun fire

"and mortally wounded."

- I thought speculation was pointless.
- It's an avenue of inquiry.

I went to see his widow today.

She's upset that we're taking
DNA from her son. Very upset.

- Maybe because she knows that he was...
- What? Guilty?

Suicidal?

Look, the body was
dragged to the ditch.

Pimley could've lifted a
10-year-old with one hand

and it was only
partially buried - why?

- Maybe he was disturbed.
- Bonkers?

Interrupted.

It means that the
killer wasn't very strong.

Oh, I see, you
mean like a woman?

So you think Mrs Pimley is
worried that she's incriminated

through the mitochondrial DNA?

- Er... yeah.
- Nice theory, one problem.

- The DNA's a man's.
- Of course it is, yeah.

Oh, no! That bloody dog!

- About time!
- Oh!

- Oh, sorry, Gerry.
- Oh, Cass, it's you.

- Sorry I scared you.
- I thought you were someone else.

I did ring.

Had to turn me phone
off, didn't I? Come in.

- There you go.
- Cheers.

- So who's your stalker?
- Oh, ex-job.

Left last year. Diane Loveless.

What, old Fish Bum?

I er... I did what you said, I
got hold of the DNA results,

ran them through the
National Criminal Database.

- Yeah?
- Nothing. Not on the Spencer killing.

But you were right,
we did get a match.

- What, on something else?
- 12 years ago, one of your guys

raped and indecently assaulted
three women in Hammersmith.

- Oo-hoo!
- The problem is,

legally, the sample you took is
inadmissible. We can't touch him.

Unless you get another sample.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

- Aren't I?
- Yeah.

- Really?
- Definitely.

Thanks, darling.

- Ooh! Sorry!
- Steady the buffs there.

Yeah! Er, listen,
Fred, do you...?

You don't think this Spencer
thing's gonna bugger it up?

- Well, you're not a policeman.
- No.

Anyway, my name's on the
application, it's a done deal.

You're a star, a
gentleman. Cheers.

Thanks very much.

- Be seeing you.
- Absolutely.

Yeah, target mobile. Should be
visible to you in about a minute.

(GERRY GROANS)

You all right?

Pissed.

(SIREN)

(CASSIDY) Nice one, Gerry.

Listen, why don't we...?

(SNORING)

(DOOR SLAMMING)

Mr Bevan.

(JACK) Don! Any joy
with the Met muckrakers?

Saturday afternoon,
acting on a tip-off,

Traffic arrested Fred
Donaldson for drink-driving

outside the Wellesley
Park Golf Club.

After failing a
subsequent blood test,

Donaldson asks that his "good friend"
ex-Detective Gerry Standing be informed,

so that he could,
quote, "sort it out".

This morning, Donaldson
was charged with rapes

that took place in
Hammersmith 12 years ago.

The arresting officer was a DI Terry
Cassidy of the Serious Crime Group,

formerly of the Paedophile Unit.

You must think
you're pretty cute.

Not compared to you.

This is not how the Metropolitan Police
obtains results. Do you understand?

Oh, it is a result,
then? He did do it?

You count yourself lucky
I'm no longer your guv'nor.

Every single bleedin' day.

Your turn.

DI Cassidy. Have you
spoken to him since?

Mm-hm.

- How was Donaldson when he was charged?
- Meek. Like a lamb. Didn't say a word.

Thank you!

Hey!

Hammersmith, what, '92? Rape?

Catalina de Soto, 18 years
old, Spanish, here on holiday.

One of yours.

Don't look too pleased
with yourselves.

It doesn't help us
with the Spencer case.

- Clark, what are you doing?
- Looking at the test results,

the actual profiles.

These bars show the coded DNA
sequence of each man that we tested.

Have a look. These two.

See?

Boy's a genius.

Thanks.

I've known Fred Donaldson
almost 30 years. It's unbelievable.

At least you can take
comfort in knowing that

advances in criminology
can be so positive.

- I don't appreciate sarcasm.
- I was being serious.

Let me put your mind
at rest, Mrs Pimley.

David's DNA does not match the
samples found on James Spencer's clothes.

Of course it didn't.
Don't try and mollify me,

pretending you acted out of concern
for my late husband's memory.

We understand your wish
to protect his reputation.

In fact, it was your
anxiety which led us

to examine the
samples more closely.

Especially the Y chromosome,

those characteristics that
your son will have inherited

via the male strand of his
DNA from his biological father.

And what we found was that

this aspect of David's sample
was the same as this other sample.

Did your husband know
that David wasn't his son?

Oh, God.

Mrs Pimley, I couldn't care
less who you did what to when.

The fact is that any DNA sample
taken from your youngest boy is useless

for the purposes of eliminating
your husband from our inquiries.

Did he know the
truth about David?

No.

Reading the accounts of his death,
it seemed extraordinarily selfless.

I wondered, did it ever occur
to you that he wanted to die?

Never!

My husband was a wonderful man.

Far better person
than I'll ever be.

We need another DNA
sample, Mrs Pimley,

from a reliable source.

Is Stewart really
your husband's son?

Yes.

Thank you.

Ever since you've set foot in this
club, you've caused nothing but pain.

Fred Donaldson is a decent man.

I see. So it's OK for some silly cow
to accuse Ken Rodger of flashing,

but your mate Fred, the sex
criminal, is misunderstood, yeah?

I have been his friend for
the best part of 40 years.

If what you knew about
Donaldson was dynamite,

it wouldn't blow your balls off.

And what does your son
think about all this, eh?

David Pimley.

Don't tell us you don't
know you're his father.

Of course I know.
I've always known.

Adultery, rape, murder.

- Phew! What sort of club is this?
- Now...

- Stewart.
- Is this about Fred Donaldson?

No, it's about James Spencer.

Whilst we've been able to eliminate
all the former committee members...

- Including my father.
- ..we'd like a sample of your DNA

- just to make absolutely sure.
- My brother gave a sample.

Which goes 50% of the way in
proving your father's innocence,

but with your DNA
we can be categoric.

Bollocks. I know enough
about DNA to know

that with Dave's sample,
you don't need mine.

Stewart, they have assured me
this will be the end of the matter.

Absolutely not. And
I'm surprised at you, Ian.

You've dragged my father's name
through the mud, now the club's.

That's unfair.

No. Unfair is seeing
my mother in tears.

Unfair is watching you lot
waste time clutching at straws.

You have my brother's DNA.

We need a sample from you because
your father wasn't David's father.

You're a liar.

We take no pleasure
in telling you this.

You're a liar.

- OK. Ask your mum.
- Or better still,

David's dad.

You bastard!

You're in no position
to call anyone a bastard.

Liar!

Why, Mr Pimley,

if you'd hit me with this,
you might have killed me.

March 1982.

You were only 12, yeah?

Yes.

Did you see Jimmy
Spencer the day he died?

Did you speak to him?

- He speak to you?
- Yes.

What did he say?

Was it about your brother?

Did it amount to the thing I said?
Or was it that particular word?

Bastard.

So you knew what
that word meant?

He said it to me the day before.

In the games room.

Next day, he saw me on the course,
came up and said it again, deliberately.

He told me he'd heard his
parents say it, about David.

He said his mother had
called my mother a whore.

And that Dave was a bastard
- not my brother, but a bastard.

- What did you do?
- I used my driver.

Bigger sweet spot.

You hit him with a golf club?

What did you do afterwards?

I dragged him to where they were
digging the drainage ditch, about 20 yards,

covered him up with some earth, but
it was taking too long, so I went home.

- My father was there.
- (SANDRA) And?

I told him. I always
told him everything.

Told him what James said
about David, what his parents said

and what I'd done.

What did he say?

Told me to take a bath, said
not to worry but not to tell anyone,

including my mother and brother.

And I never did.

And what about the club you used
to kill James? What happened to that?

Never saw it again.

My father might have taken
it with him to the Falklands,

chucked it overboard, perhaps.

Did you ever talk to
your father about it again?

No.

But he changed when
Ken Rodger hanged himself.

- How?
- He stopped.

He stopped doing anything,

spent a lot of time out of the house,
getting ready to go away on duty.

When he did come home,
he hardly said anything.

Next thing we knew, he
was gone. The Falklands.

How did you feel when you
heard that he'd been killed?

How do you think? It was
terrible. It ruined my game.

I think it was that that stopped
me realising my potential.

I could have been a professional.
I would have made it, as well.

- I was actually much better than Dave.
- Really?

A child. I never thought
it might be a child.

It never even crossed their minds.
20 years on, didn't cross ours, either.

Yeah, but it's like
you said, isn't it?

Heard something, saw something,
did something, but you left one out.

- Said something.
- Good work.

Thank you, sir.

(MOBILE)

Oh! Sorry, excuse me.

By the way, Don, are
you getting anywhere,

tracked down the
dissenting voices?

- Ongoing.
- Mmm.

Gift from the guv'nor.

For a job well done.

Nice uniform.

(CHUCKLING)

- Derek Rodger.
- Did you tell him?

He died, three
o'clock this afternoon.

Well, him and his lad'll
have plenty to talk about.

It's all right, it's OK

Doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey

It's all right, I say, it's OK

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 OK

We're getting to
the end of the day

High tech, low
tech, take your pick

'Cause you can't teach an
old dog a brand-new trick

I don't care what anybody says

At the end of the day
There's a place that I can find

A drink or two to
ease my mind...