New Tricks (2003–2015): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript
Brian is anxious to reopen a case which he failed to solve as a serving officer thirty years earlier, the disappearance of Donna Adamson, now known to be dead. After an acrimonious exchange between Donna's widower and Brian, the team learn that Donna's friend Jill and another woman, Karen Brown, also went missing at the same time, prompting them to suspect a serial killer. The link is Eric Grant, landlord to all three, but Brian is not convinced of his guilt and is proved right when one of the missing women, still alive, explains all.
- There you go. Tea and two.
- Cheers, Gerry.
Morning.
If Esther's chucked
him out, he's all yours.
- Put them there.
- No, you don't. Down there.
- Er... desk in the corner, please.
- What?
- I only wanted the Adamsons.
- These are all the Adamsons.
- From '71?
- Can't do that, sir. It's by surname.
- It's all the Adamsons or none of them.
- Glad I didn't ask for Joneses.
Morning, ma'am.
- Morning, Sandra.
- Morning.
This was found last week
in the foundations
of a dole office
that was being demolished
at Finsbury Park.
Builders dropped it off
at the local police station.
This is what got
them interested.
There's no blood anywhere
else, just on the shorts.
Not shorts, Brian,
hotpants.
There's a whole
world of difference.
The owner of the bag
was identified through this -
a baby's vaccination card.
William Adamson,
born 21st January 1971.
Reported missing
1 5th August 1971.
Along with his mother,
Donna, aged 24.
Shouldn't it have
gone to the station
who originally filed the
mother and child missing?
- It did.
- So it's their case.
- It's my case.
- Excuse me.
I decide which
investigations we pursue.
No, I mean, it is my case,
was my case, when I was
stationed at Finsbury Park nick.
You're not going to
go obsessive, are you?
Probably.
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...
It was just a routine
missing persons inquiry.
A medical student reported his
wife and child had disappeared.
So you said, "If she doesn't show
up in a couple of days, get back to us."
- What happened?
- I made some inquiries, got nowhere
and my superior told me to put
it on the index and forget about it.
Donna had probably
walked out on her husband,
shacked up with another darkie.
- Darkie?
- His words, not mine.
It's just the way
people spoke back then.
When I started, we were told
never to use the word black.
The expression was coloured.
Then we were told never
to use the word coloured.
- Yeah, black was the new black.
- Yes!
So our starting point is where
it always is in these cases,
with the husband.
Paul Adamson.
MD, OBE.
Consultant in genetics.
Photo courtesy of his latest
book, "The Genetic Paradox".
When I met him in '71, he
was a scruffy-looking student.
I told him thousands of
people disappeared every year
and most of them come home.
He cried. I felt sorry for him.
When, in all probability,
he'd just murdered his family.
Take your time, Mr Adamson.
They're dead, aren't they?
There is blood on Donna's shorts
and we're running tests
to see whose blood it is.
We got both William
and Donna's DNA
from a baby bottle and a hairbrush
that we found in the holdall.
Obviously, after three decades,
that is the line of
inquiry we will be taking.
I feel relieved.
Just knowing something - not
that it really tells us anything.
Except that perhaps Donna
didn't walk out on you after all.
At the time, you felt that you might
have spent too much time at lectures,
concentrating on your
studies rather than your wife.
- I'm sorry, who are you?
- Brian Lane.
PC Lane as I was then.
You came to the house.
Remind me of the
time you left for college
the day Donna and
William disappeared.
If you could remind me why
you didn't do more to find them.
I came back to the station
three times, you were never in.
I appreciate this must
be difficult for you.
You don't have children, do you?
There's trained sympathy
in your face, but that's all.
Of course, I'm
your chief suspect.
Well, I'm happy to
give you a DNA swab.
Thank you.
Why did you go down the pub that
night, after your lectures had finished?
My lecturer invited me-
I couldn't really say no.
Perhaps you didn't rush
because you knew there'd be
no happy family waiting for you.
Perhaps I just went to the pub.
I adored my wife.
Cor! Brian's writing!
- Mm.
- I should leave them on. They suit you.
There you go. You
look almost intelligent.
The night before
Donna disappeared,
she and Paul shared a bottle
of wine and a Vesta curry.
Ah! Vesta curry!
The call of the Orient.
Would you have a romantic dinner
if you were just about
to kill your wife and child?
I would if I was
into last suppers.
I can scan, enlarge and
encapsulate that if you want.
- Will it hurt?
- The case was given a low priority.
There's low priority
and no priority.
- Paul Adamson's our chief suspect.
- Yeah, because he's our only suspect.
Donna's family might have
known why she walked out,
or a friend, perhaps.
You talked to no one
apart from a neighbour.
If you had, we might
have more to go on.
Er... we need to look
at this on parallel lines.
So why would Paul Adamson
want to kill his wife and child?
And who else is in the frame?
I've got to go out.
Jack, divvy up the jobs.
Gone into "bird in charge" mode.
- You haven't returned any of my calls.
- I've been busy.
No, you're pissed off that I
wasn't straight with you before.
I was doing my
job, just like you.
Let me take you for lunch.
You don't have to
make it up to me, Greg.
Like you say - work is work.
This has nothing to do
with work. You know it.
And I promise I'll be
straight with you from now on.
The house was bought in 1972 by
its current owner, a Mr Eric Grant.
He had to get rid of the tenants
and apparently he's got a list.
Paul and Donna rented two
rooms in a multi-occupancy house.
Who knows how
many people lived there,
how many potential suspects?
- I slipped up, Jack.
- It's more than half a lifetime ago.
Then it was a routine
missing persons inquiry.
- And now?
- Now it's your clear-up time.
Come on!
Nice house. Mr Grant
made a good investment.
- This list is excellent.
- Main living area.
Sofa, there.
Bookshelves.
Desk where Paul studied,
there. Clotheshorse.
William's baby
clothes hung out to dry.
- Is he for real?
- His party trick.
You don't think anything
happened here, do you?
- Have you got a cellar?
- Routine inquiry.
Fly fishing? I wouldn't have thought
there was much good sport round here.
- You'd be surprised. You a fisherman?
- Only the ones in my ornamental pond.
Was Paul Adamson still living
here when you took the house over?
Like I said, I can't
remember him or his family.
He's not down here.
Perhaps he went before
I bought the house.
What about these other tenants?
Do you remember Elaine Farmer?
- Joel Stephens?
- Oh, come on!
- It was hard enough to find the list.
- You, Mrs Grant?
Oh, I wasn't around then.
I was only 18 in 1971.
I do know I had a terrible
crush on Marc Bolan.
Ride a white swan like
the people of the Beltane
Wear your hair long,
babe, you can't go wrong
- Nice one!
- (MUSIC: "RIDE A WHITE SWAN" BY T-REX)
Catch a bright star and
place it on your forehead
Say a few spells And,
baby, there you go
Take a black cat and
sit it on your shoulder
And in the morning
you'll know all you know...
(MUSIC FADES)
- What are you doing?
- Taking meself back
to a humdrum August day in 1971.
And what's it like?
Lonely.
This investigation
isn't about you, Brian.
Isn't it?
My daughter loved dancing.
And her parties, of course.
She would dance all night.
You were married to an American?
Louis was stationed over
here during and after the war.
His plane went down during
the Berlin Airlift in 1948.
At least the Americans know
how to look after their war widows.
This is very pleasant.
I'm very fortunate that my son-in-law
takes care of my financial welfare.
- What, Paul pays for this?
- He's my only family.
Tell me about the last time
that you saw Donna, if you can.
It was the night of her 24th birthday.
Paul had arranged a party for her.
I had William.
It was her first night
off. She needed it.
- She wasn't coping?
- No. She was constantly in tears.
She missed the
telephone exchange,
but in those days, women
with young children didn't work.
That's Donna, leading her ladies
out in the Post Office workers' strike.
800 telephonists marched
from Lincoln's Inn Fields
to Hyde Park Corner.
What did they chant? "Eight
per cent? Sorry, wrong number."
Donna had just read "The Female
Eunuch", she wanted to change the world.
Do you think Donna would ever
have harmed William in any way?
No. She loved him.
Fought to keep him.
Paul's parents didn't
want her to keep the baby.
They put pressure on him.
- Pressure?
- How do I put this politely?
They didn't want him to have
a child of indeterminate colour.
- Threatened to cut him off.
- He told them where to go?
Only when Donna absolutely
refused to have an abortion.
Paul proposed
and they cut him off.
After Donna disappeared, they
forgave him and he went back home.
Perhaps Adamson
regretted his marriage.
(PIANO PLAYING WALTZ)
A firebrand like Donna was hardly gonna
make the ideal doctor's wife, was she?
Plus she was in the
way of a lot of money.
It's one thing not
to want the kid,
it's a totally different
thing to kill a baby.
- Well, hello!
- Hello.
You don't
ballroom-dance, do you?
Only he's a bit of a fossil and I
was a "Come Dancing" finalist.
No, really, we're
in a bit of a hurry.
No! I'll hold your
coat. Enjoy yourself.
- Come on!
- I haven't danced for years.
- Bit of a bad foot.
- That's it. Yes.
One and two and round...
One and two and round...
I don't remember seeing
ballroom dancing on your CV.
Carol and I went to
marriage guidance.
The counsellor said we
weren't doing anything
that involved us
both at the same time.
So Carol booked lessons.
That's where I met Alison
and we found something better to do
that involved us both at the same time.
The blood on the shorts
isn't Donna's or William's,
but the pattern is interesting.
The dispersal indicates it could've
been caused by a nosebleed.
As the person breathes out, the
blood is sent out in a fine spray.
Maybe Donna hit
out at her attacker.
We've got a motive
for her husband now.
Trapped in a marriage, didn't
want the baby, she was miserable.
It isn't his blood, but that
doesn't rule him out, far from it.
The blood could belong to someone
else, someone Donna was with that day,
- but shouldn't have been.
- Like a lover?
Against the notes when
I talked to the neighbour,
I found the words "often out".
- She was taking the baby out.
- "Often out all day."
If Adamson stood by
Donna and she betrayed him,
you've got a double motive.
Rather than see his family go
somewhere else, he killed them.
Men who see their family as
property - we've all had those.
If Donna did have a lover,
maybe it was somebody at work.
We should find Donna's
friends, colleagues,
anyone who can shed
light on her personal life.
Mr Lane, you scribbled down a name
that you didn't follow up at the time.
Jill Brewer. According to your
notes, Adamson even mentioned
that she was friends with Donna.
- Great. Let's find her.
- Leave it with me.
Actually, I've already
found her husband.
Well done, Clarky.
- Just down there. Aisle 2.
- Thanks a lot.
Excuse me. Rick Brewer?
I'm Jack Halford,
this is Gerry Standing,
from the Metropolitan Police.
We're reopening a missing persons
inquiry and we'd like to talk to you.
I never expected to hear from
the police after all this time.
Didn't think you
were interested.
You weren't interviewed
originally about the disappearance?
Of course I was interviewed.
It was me that reported
her missing in the first place.
No, Donna's husband
reported her missing.
I'm talking about my wife-Jill.
Jill left for a day out.
I thought she'd gone over
to Bexhill to see her sister.
But she never came home.
This was definitely
August 1 5th 1971?
I do know the date
my wife disappeared.
- Was there any reason she left?
- She didn't leave a note.
- Did she take any belongings with her?
- No, nothing.
Why are you so interested? You
didn't want to know at the time.
Do you recognise this woman?
Yeah. That's one of
Jill's women's lib friends.
That's who you were on about.
Has she got something to
do with Jill's disappearance?
We're not sure, but it looks like
they both vanished the same day.
But why wasn't the link between
Donna and Jill made before?
Donna went missing in
Islington, Jill in Greenwich.
There were no computers then.
The connection would only have
been made if the bodies were found.
Maybe Jill is the
lover we're looking for.
Maybe they ran away together
and formed a publishing house.
No. Let's be honest. They were
probably just a couple of bored housewives
desperate to get away from their
crap lives. It's Thelma and Louise.
What, with a baby?
They'd have had a lot of
fun with the housekeeping
and a few bob child benefit.
No.
Linda Gough. Carol
Cooper. Lucy Partington.
- Shirley Hubbard.
- Yeah. Fred West victims. Point being?
DC Hazel Savage started out
looking for West's missing daughter.
Ended up uncovering
her body and nine others.
We've got to widen the scope of what
we're doing, the questions we're asking.
She was a supervisor
at the exchange.
Left a year or so before Donna.
They were friends, she came to
the house after William was born.
- I can't remember her name.
- Jill Brewer.
Did Donna mention that
she'd be meeting her that day?
No.
Why weren't you straight with us
about your relationship with Donna?
According to her mother, you
wanted Donna to have an abortion.
All right.
Yes, I did. It wasn't
the right time, for me.
For us.
Why didn't you tell
me this at the time?
I don't remember you asking.
- And what about the other day?
- Didn't seem relevant.
After William was born,
I fell in love with him.
And even deeper
in love with Donna.
Being a family man was
exactly what I wanted.
I'm ashamed I asked her
to terminate the pregnancy.
Donna was different.
She was extraordinary.
The room stopped
when she walked in.
If you don't believe
me, see for yourself.
That's Donna with
her husband Paul.
They're happy.
- How can you know?
- The way he's looking at her.
And the way she keeps
on holding his arm,
even though she's
talking to somebody else.
She's so full of life.
Oh! "The Female Eunuch".
They reprinted this every
month to keep up with demand.
I had to queue up for my copy.
She wanted us women to stop
buying into our own oppression.
- Who did?
- Germaine Greer.
- Oh.
- It was marvellous.
At least what I read of it was.
What with Mark and Elaine
and Mum with her thrombosis
and you working 70 hours a
week, I never got it finished.
- You could read it now.
- Nah.
It would be a bit like
looking at a brochure
for some exotic place
you've never visited
and that you never will.
I'll go and make
you a camomile tea.
These petals were found at
the bottom of Donna's bag.
- It's the creeping spearwort.
- Just looks like a little buttercup.
So it is. Now extinct.
It only grew in a
handful of water habitats.
Our first clue to
the scene of crime.
- (DOOR OPENING)
- Not if it's...
Stationery cupboard, now.
Did you know he could run?
Jill Brewer.
Donna Adamson.
Paul Adamson.
Eric Grant, our angling builder.
Tiny buttercups.
Time to go fishing.
(GRANT) I can't decide
on a BMW or a Jag.
Spec's about the
same, both pricey.
Of course... Beamers
are a... a bit...
black drugs dealer, aren't they?
- What do you reckon?
- I don't drive.
There was a party in this
house on 8th July 1971.
- You were at it.
- OK, I'll take your word for it.
Do you remember
who you danced with?
You're having a laugh.
Jesus, mate, you haven't
got much to go on, have you?
This is the woman we're
looking for. Donna Adamson.
You danced with
her - or tried to.
I told you the first
time you came here.
I don't remember.
And presumably you
also forgot to tell us
that you lived round the corner
with your mum and dad until 1972
when you bought this house.
Well, I... didn't
think it mattered.
I mean, we were talking
about the old tenants.
The house was a good
investment, I'd worked on it,
so when it came on the market,
Dad helped me with the mortgage.
- Is that what you want?
- You worked on the house?
Yeah. Replastering.
Plumbing was a load of shite.
Usual remedial stuff.
Erm... this woman.
She was at the same
party. Jill Brewer.
I don't know her!
Look, I'm very sorry, love. I
think you're wasting your time.
I understand, but there is
something you could do, Mr Grant.
- If you could give us a DNA sample.
- Eh?
- To rule you out.
- Hang on, sonny.
- It's PC Clark.
- OK, PC Clark.
I'm not having my genetic blueprint
stored in one of your computers
for all time, right?
It won't be.
Just until after the investigation,
then it'll be destroyed.
So you want me to
volunteer a sample, yeah?
Well, I say...
no.
About the party. You made a rather
determined pass at Donna Adamson.
Against the law to hit
on a black bird, is it?
You fancied her, though?
- Leave it.
- You're putting words in my mouth.
Mr Halford's very good on goldfish.
He suggested we use a different food.
- Is everything all right?
- The police are about to leave.
Look...
You think I let Donna
and William down.
I know I did.
Stick the race
label on if you want,
but it was nothing
remotely as interesting.
I was a glorified office boy.
You mean you followed orders,
whether you agreed with them or not?
Yes! PCs back then only
existed to please their sergeants.
Mine was the nearest
I ever got to God.
That's pathetic.
You're right.
I know it's too
late for excuses.
I'm sorry.
With respect, sir, it's not me
you should be apologising to.
Help me give Donna's
family some answers.
I am helping.
What, by playing silly buggers,
like you did at Grant's house?
Illegally obtained DNA,
trying to steal that fag end?
You've done it
before, with the bullet.
Yes, and it was a big mistake.
Plus, you're forgetting
something. I'm not a police officer.
You've got a promising
career ahead of you.
You are forgetting something.
I'm a black police officer.
Quite frankly, that puts me at
somewhat of a disadvantage.
Yeah. Probably does.
But so did being a copper
with an obsessive memory,
with an addiction
to detail and booze.
And a fundamental inability to have
any kind of non-work-related conversation
with anyone who wasn't Esther.
Plus everyone was out to get me.
I still made DI.
So you can run the bloody Met.
Grant went out of his way to
avoid telling us he knew Donna.
But he did, so is he
lying about Jill Brewer?
I found out from Kay that Grant
goes fishing up at Willow Ponds,
has done for years.
That was one of the last
sites for creeping spearwort,
which gives us a circumstantial
link between Donna and Grant.
- Also a possible murder site.
- We should drag the ponds.
We need more than few petals to
justify that kind of operation, Gerry.
And the ponds aren't necessarily where
he would have disposed of the bodies.
Look, Grant had access to
Hawthorn Avenue, he had a key,
because he was
working on the house.
A year later, he bought
the house and extended out
from the back of the building.
Was he hiding the
bodies of Donna and Jill?
We haven't got enough
for an arrest, though.
We need a definite link
between Grant and the clothes.
Go back to Forensics, there must
be more than blood and buttercups.
I'll be back in an hour.
That shrink must be
costing you fortunes.
(GERRY CHUCKLING)
- Really?
- Done so many things,
that's another one.
- And with you.
- So how's work?
It's a secret.
Sandra, can we do this again?
- Yeah. I'd like that.
- Dinner?
OK. How about Saturday night?
Erm... Saturdays are difficult.
I see. Call me when
you've got a window.
Look, Sandra, the thing
is, I have a daughter.
Helena, she's five. I
have her at weekends,
Kim has her the
rest of the time.
- Who's Kim?
- Helena's mother.
- Your ex-wife?
- No.
No, it was a fling, the
relationship was never serious,
so we agreed to forget
about playing happy families
and tried to remain friends.
Look, I said I'd be
straight with you.
After a few disasters, I've tended
to avoid proper relationships
in case Helena gets too fond of
anyone and they don't stick around.
So me asking you
out, it's a big deal,
I'm just sorry I've
done it so clumsily.
No, no. You haven't.
I think erm...
I think it proves that
you're very grown-up.
I can do Sundays to Fridays.
The only trouble is,
I don't know
whether I'm grown-up.
- No, nothing.
- All right, erm...
Try 1972, North London.
What I want is a list
of all subcontractors
who worked on the
social security building.
In particular, I want
JKG Construction Ltd.
"Wanting Everything:
The Art Of Happiness".
"The Road Less Traveled".
"You Can Heal Your Life".
"Women Who Love Too Much".
Oh. Must be one of Esther's.
Am I supposed to
know what these are for?
(SIGHS) I'm trying to
help you save some money.
On your er...
lunchtime appointments.
Oh, it's nothing
to be ashamed of.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
These are the books I've used on my
own individual self-improvement curve.
I've listed all the
medication I've been on
and cross-referenced it with the
literature I was reading at the time.
I've made a top-ten list
of the best combinations.
- Thank you.
- Feel the fear and do it anyway.
I've got another
complication on the case.
You mean apart from that one?
(LAUGHS) Clarky and I just did
a miss pers search on the area
around Hawthorn Avenue.
Another woman disappeared at
the same time as Donna and Jill.
Karen Brown.
This investigation has the potential
to be the biggest case we've handled.
Oh! I'm sorry, I thought it
was just an executive toy.
It's meant to
promote tranquillity.
I thought promotion was
an alien concept in this office.
You were saying, Brian?
The name of the third
woman is Karen Brown.
She was reported missing four
weeks after Donna Adamson,
from a house three streets
away from Hawthorn Avenue.
- Just a coincidence.
- Except that the landlord is a builder
called John Grant.
Eric Grant's father.
We already know that Eric
had access to Hawthorn Avenue,
the last-known address
for Donna Adamson
and a place often
visited by Jill Brewer.
I'm thinking photographs of tents
in back gardens, selling red tops.
Is this some kind of
riddle? Shall I go first?
(MOUTHS)
I don't want the tabloids having a
field day over a new House of Horrors.
Be very, very
careful with your facts
before you start
digging up back gardens.
Yes, sir.
Is that it?
What about my customary hard
time? I'm feeling short-changed.
So am I. I would like an
immediate departmental increase.
If Brian's on the right track,
this investigation isn't going to
stop with Donna, Jill and Karen.
We've only got as far as 1971.
Undertaking an inquiry of this
kind - discreetly - will cost money, sir.
That's if there's anything left in
the tranquillity budget, of course.
That shrink's doing
her the world of good.
I thought we'd dropped the
Paul Adamson line of inquiry.
We have. Ignore Donna, keep
looking behind her there in the hallway.
There. I've had the
image digitally enhanced.
How much does this
enhancement cost?
Hardly a drop in the
tranquillity budget.
Mm. Seems the investigation's
shot up to the top floor.
We got the computer, as well.
Normally you have to
beg for a new stapler.
Now, here's the enhancement.
Look at this coat.
Mm. Very unusual stitching.
There was more than blood
and buttercups on the clothes.
Look - a tiny silver thread
on William's babygrow
and another one
on Donna's shorts.
Right, now watch this.
- There.
- Who is it? Can we find out?
There's more. Here's the enhancement
and there's a picture of Eric Grant.
And now it's searching
for similarities.
- Bosh!
- Ha! Yes!
Bloody hell. Which book
did you get that from?
This is just to help us.
The house will be covered
with your fingerprints and DNA.
We need to be
able to ignore yours.
Fine.
Grant is ready to interview.
Er, don't take this
the wrong way, but...
we're concerned about
the line you're going to take.
Why?
Have you read the
psychological profile?
- Of course I have.
- We agree with it.
Oh, really? I didn't think
you believed in these things.
"It's unlikely Grant will respond to
the higher functioning intelligence
"of the dominant
female persona."
- And?
- Grant preyed on vulnerable women.
He had to be in charge.
And he married little
under-the-thumb Kay.
I mean, basically, you're the
sort of woman he despises.
- And that is?
- "A forceful, confident woman
"who is comfortable
with her own sexuality
"and ability to influence
the opposite sex."
You see, basically,
you're BIC: bird in charge.
For the questioning to get results,
you should be bird in the hand,
or at very least, bird in the
bush, otherwise known as BITB.
"Bitba".
You want me to
be the UCOS bitba?
Smashing acronym.
Bevan will be pleased.
- Oh, yes.
- Huh!
Let me get this straight.
So you're telling me
that I've got be needy.
- I don't do needy.
- No. Strong but vulnerable.
Yeah, just think Jodie Foster
as Clarice Starling, you'll be fine.
(IMITATES HANNIBAL LECTER)
OK. Thanks.
That's great.
No, really. Great.
- I'm not sure I can handle this.
- What?
Praise. I'm not used to it.
I wouldn't worry. She was
looking at me when she said it.
This is you at the '71 Summer
of Love festival in Hyde Park.
Where did you get that?
Your wife. She's
been very cooperative.
- Yeah, that's Kay, all right.
- Nice coat.
- Common as muck then, weren't they?
- Not with customised silver embroidery.
This silver thread was found on the
clothes Donna and William were wearing
on the day they disappeared.
Yeah? Well, I can explain that.
- The coat was stolen.
- Very convenient.
I don't remember when or where.
Must've been from one of
the houses I was working on.
You spent a lot of time at 59
Hawthorn Avenue that summer.
You had keys and you came
and went as you pleased.
You were invited
to Donna's party.
But you won't admit
to knowing her.
You found Donna attractive.
Come on, you can tell me.
I mean, I can see why you would.
She was very vivacious, flirty even.
We know you knew her, Eric.
Yeah. I knew her.
OK? I fancied her.
Happy now? She didn't
want anything to do with me
and that's as far
as it went, trust me.
Trust you?
See? I knew as I soon
as I admit to something,
you'd try and pin her
disappearance on me.
I know how you work
and I'm right, ain't I?
Scene Of Crime are taking
your house apart, Eric.
And the three other addresses
you and your father were renovating
between 1970 and '72.
Waste of time, mate.
Might I suggest you stop
smirking and start talking, mate?
I'm a bloody builder! I got
into houses, thousands of them.
Sometimes I've got keys, yeah,
and perhaps I had the
key to 59 Hawthorn Avenue.
- I don't remember!
- Memory's a problem for you, isn't it?
So what were you doing
33 years ago today?
February 23rd, let me see.
I took a call about a
robbery. There was...
We've been talking
to a Joel Stephens.
He rented a room at Hawthorn
Avenue between 1970 and 1972.
Now, he remembers you as a bit
of a Jack-the-Lad, always at parties.
Here we are. Er, "Sowing his
wild oats wherever he could."
So? I lived.
Looks like you could've done
with a bit of that yourself, love.
You know what, Eric?
You're right. Really.
I haven't had much of
a life outside my career.
Sussex University, Bramshill College,
steady promotion through the Met.
No gap year, no
travelling across Europe,
dossing on station platforms,
no husband, no
kids - pathetic, really.
Maybe I should have
partied more. Inhaled more.
Inhaled something.
But you know what?
I'm glad I didn't.
Because all the time I wasn't
living, I was getting better at my job
and now... Whoo!
I'm top of my game.
So all I can say
is... lucky you.
That last bit, more Trinity in
"The Matrix", wouldn't you say?
Do what?
What do you think I
do with my weekends?
- Brian's very focused on Donna Adamson.
- It's understandable.
Yeah, but we've
got two other victims.
I mean, Jill could've
introduced the killer to Donna.
I think we should go wider
than Hawthorn Avenue.
- We've got nothing on Jill Brewer.
- Except what her husband told us.
He recognised
Donna straight away,
yet he didn't ring to
ask her if she'd seen Jill.
Surely, if your
wife goes missing,
the first thing you'd
do is ring her friends.
Let's see if Rick Brewer's
got any previous, eh?
(TYRES SQUEAL)
Bollocks!
- This had better be important.
- Forensics.
Whoever bled on Donna's
shorts, it wasn't Eric Grant.
- Shit.
- Are we looking under the right stone?
And Rick Brewer's got previous -
ABH, 1970, a year before
they all went missing.
There's nothing to link
him to the disappearances.
- Not yet, there isn't.
- We've got more than enough on Grant.
The thread from his
coat is on the clothes.
On Donna and
William's clothes, yes,
but there's nothing to
connect him with Jill or Karen.
We need to know
more about Mr Brewer.
We're going to Plumpton
Grange hospital.
(MOBILE RINGS)
- The old loony bin?
- Splendid.
Hello?
- You should be backing me up, Jack.
- I am.
- What do you mean, she's gone?
- She just slipped out.
Your wife's walked out on you.
Packed her suitcases and buggered off.
(SIGHS)
You're a liar. She can't have.
What is Kay so scared
of, Eric? Is it you?
Perhaps she knows more
about you than she wants to.
Maybe she's gone
away for a couple of days.
She's cleared out her
personal belongings,
the wardrobes.
We're just checking about
your bank account now.
I don't know where she's gone.
And I don't know why I'm here.
Jack, there is nothing
on Rick Brewer.
That's because we made
an incorrect assumption.
We thought he hit the doctor while
he was an in-patient, but he wasn't.
- His wife was.
- Eh?
Jill Brewer. Two
attempted suicides,
three courses of
electroconvulsive therapy.
- What does that say to you?
- Vulnerable with a capital V.
Or nutter with a capital N.
It's the promise of
new life I like the most.
I expect you've
both got kids, eh?
Not me. Gerry's got
three daughters and...
I'm just about to
become a grandfather.
- I wish you luck.
- Cheers.
Doesn't always work out, you
know. It didn't for me and Jill.
That's what sent her
funny. Our son was stillborn.
I'm sorry.
That's very sad.
That's more than
anyone said at the time.
There was none of this softly, softly
approach to folk that lost their babies.
Jill was sent back
to the maternity ward
and made to sit next to mums
that were feeding their newborns.
Do you know, I never saw my son?
Just took him away and incinerated him.
After the stillbirth, Jill
got very depressed.
She...
She kept getting
these nightmares,
flashbacks to the
birth, to our son's face.
She tried to kill
herself in the June,
and by July she'd been
admitted to hospital.
The first lot of ECT left
her with terrible burns.
My solicitor took those for when
my assault charge came up to court.
Yeah, but the hospital didn't
call that assault, did they?
- Did Jill have any more treatment?
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah, they persuaded
her to sign the consent form
and kept... kept on buzzing her
until she wasn't
depressed any more.
But then she wasn't
Jill any more, either.
August the next
year, she disappeared.
And that's it.
Are you sure, Mr Brewer?
You weren't exactly straight
with us before, were you?
Because Jill had
mental health problems.
I didn't think you'd take
her disappearance seriously
if you knew that.
You'd just assume
that she'd killed herself.
Just another nutter.
She wasn't.
What if Paula's baby's like the
Brewers' and doesn't make it?
Most of them do.
What about you and Mary?
- Didn't you fancy having a family?
- It just never happened.
Besides, back then you accepted that
that was your lot and got on with life,
the wonderful life we had,
until some bastard ran her down.
Shall we go, then?
So much for Rick
Brewer as a suspect.
Why aren't we getting
any answers, Brian?
Ma'am, SOCO's found this.
It was stashed under the floorboards
of a bedroom in Hawthorn Avenue.
These were inside.
Karen Brown's personal effects.
Eric Grant's trophy.
(DISTRESSED BREATHING)
I can't explain what
they're doing at my house.
I don't know Karen Brown,
I've never heard of her.
I honestly have never,
ever heard of her.
You see, Eric,
it's well known that killers
collect mementoes of their victims.
Where is she, Eric? Karen Brown.
Intelligent girl, plenty of A
levels, place at university.
Everything to live for.
Just like Donna Adamson. She
was gonna change the world.
And Jill Brewer, fighting
for equal opportunities.
All bright young women
with a great future.
Except when they met you,
when they were having dark days.
Donna was having a
crisis about being a mother,
Jill couldn't cope
with losing her baby.
- Go get him!
- We don't know about Karen.
But at 18, about to step
out into the big, wide world,
she would've
needed a friend, too.
And that was you, wasn't
it? Affable, Jack-the-Lad,
answer-for-everything Eric.
- What's she playing at?
- Low status.
Kay tried to stick by you, didn't she?
She knew what you'd done to those women.
And so when we came knocking,
she feared for her own life.
I wouldn't hurt my wife.
I love Kay!
I love her!
I'm really sorry
about those women.
I don't understand.
I don't understand.
(SOBS) I don't understand!
- They've broken him.
- Why doesn't Brian finish him off?
- Come on, Brian!
- Come on!
Come on!
We've got the film, a match
to the blood - it's Jill Brewer's.
She was with Donna and William
when they went to Willow
Ponds - little buttercups.
Grant was with them. We've
got the thread from his coat,
Karen Brown's possessions in
his house, his wife's just bolted.
- He killed them!
- Congratulations, Brian!
He's the killer. Only we're
running out of time to charge him.
We need a confession.
Let me have a go.
Go on, then! He's in
there, crying like a newborn.
You could get him to
confess to anything right now.
You've got your man, Bri. It's
your chance to put things right.
Yes, and that's what you
think this is all about, isn't it?
Putting things right.
Nothing but the complete truth
will do, Jack, and you know that.
Hold on, we've
got all the pieces.
And they don't fit
with that man in there.
I've had villains who won't
admit to anything, plenty of them,
and I've known
when they're lying.
- I've gone wrong somewhere.
- No, we've not gone wrong anywhere!
OK. Give him half an hour
and if he's still wobbling,
I'll take you in with me.
(DOOR OPENING)
What are you doing in here?
I thought if I sat in the big
chair and had some tranquillity...
- Inspiration might strike?
- Huh! What, in here?
I'm not ready to go back in.
Yes, well, maybe you're right.
Something's come up.
There is no trace of Eric Grant's
DNA in Karen Brown's possessions.
But they're teeming
with someone else's DNA.
Kay Grant.
So we were wondering
how she was involved.
Could she be the killer? Is
that why she's on the run?
Little Kay Grant a killer?
Karen Brown as a little girl.
"Mum, Dad, Heather and me."
Heather Brown. Karen
Brown's sister. Heather Brown!
Heather Brown!
The babysitter killer.
Murdered twin girls?
The parents came back
and found the twins strangled.
- 1971.
- What are you saying, Brian?
Our cases are connected
with Heather Brown?
Not directly.
Kay Grant's DNA is on
Karen Brown's possessions.
That's because Kay is Karen.
They're one and the same.
If you had Heather Brown for a
sister, wouldn't you want to disappear?
I'm sorry for just
calling round, but...
grown-up or not, I've
had a really crap day.
Come in.
(JACK SIGHING)
Just had a call from Jill
Brewer's old GP surgery.
Mrs Brewer's records
are no longer available.
They were requested by the
Fern Road practice, Dorkey.
- Dorkey?
- South of Dublin.
When was the request dated?
October 31st 1973.
1 5 months after
she disappeared.
Hello, Brian Lane here,
Metropolitan Police.
We've no idea what
happened to Donna and William,
Karen Brown changed her name
to Kay and left her past behind
and now it looks like Jill
Brewer's left her husband behind
and moved to Ireland.
The expression "pear
shaped" springs to mind.
Thank you. Yeah.
What's the married name?
Thank you.
Jill Brewer's still
alive. She's remarried.
What, without divorcing Rick?
She didn't want
anyone to find her.
(PUMPING)
You'll have to excuse the noise.
It's my little friend.
- Which type of cancer?
- Ovarian.
That's bad luck.
Not really. It's in the
genes, apparently.
My mother died in
a hospital side ward.
I'm hoping to go out
in rather more style.
Mr Kemp left you
very well provided for.
(JACK) Did he know you
were married to someone else?
You didn't come all this way to
charge me with bigamy, Mr Halford.
(CHUCKLES)
I thought it would die with me.
The truth?
You killed Donna, didn't you?
Oh! What's the
point of all this?
I'll be dead by the summer.
Then isn't it time to
find some inner peace?
It's very hard to come by.
It...
It was a hot day.
(SIGHS) I'd come
round for a visit.
Donna wanted to
get out of the house.
So we pushed the
pram up to Willow Ponds.
We took some builder's
coat out of the house
as a blanket for
William to lie on.
Then Donna started larking
around. She took all her clothes off.
Jumped in the water.
I thought she was...
just having me on.
But then I realised
she was drowning.
It was an accident.
I swear on this
Bible that it was.
I believe you.
I watched her struggle...
..and then the
splashing stopped.
- I didn't know what to do.
- You didn't run for help?
Of course you didn't. It gave
you the chance to have a child.
You knew the authorities would
never let you adopt one, Jill.
William had no
mother. It was like...
..God had decided to
give me a second chance.
So I took it. I took it.
And I'm glad that I did.
I told everyone that
William's real father was black,
that he'd died.
- I was a good mother.
- (JACK) Were you? Really?
Is that why you're here alone in this
big draughty mausoleum of a house?
William and I are estranged.
We didn't get on.
He left home as
soon as he turned 16.
We keep in touch.
Christmas, birthdays.
He doesn't know I'm dying.
I understand
why you did it, Jill.
But William wasn't
yours to take.
It's time to give them both
back. Tell me where Donna is.
(CROWS CAWING)
After watching her friend drown,
Jill piled Donna's clothes into the bag.
Jill suffered from
nosebleeds after the ECT.
Explains the blood pattern.
Then Jill took William, threw away
the bag on her way to the station
and made her way
by ferry to Ireland,
where she passed herself
off as a single mother
and married into money.
So she got
everything she wanted.
No, she didn't.
You can't live a life worth
living when it's rotten at the core.
Yeah, we've found something.
Are you gonna stop
beating yourself up now?
Come on, Brian. You've found
William and reunited a family.
(MUSIC: "GIRL" BY T-REX)
O God
High in your fields above
earth Come and be real for us
Oh, you with your mind
Oh, yes, you are
beautifully fine
O girl
Electric witch, you are
limp In society's ditch
You are visually fine
Oh, yes, you are
But mentally dying
O girl
Do-do-do-doo Do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do-doo, do-do-doo
Oh, yes, you are
Do-do-do-doo O girl
Do-do-do-doo Do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do-doo, do-do-doo
Oh, yes, you are...
I want what we've
given that family.
The truth.
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...
- Cheers, Gerry.
Morning.
If Esther's chucked
him out, he's all yours.
- Put them there.
- No, you don't. Down there.
- Er... desk in the corner, please.
- What?
- I only wanted the Adamsons.
- These are all the Adamsons.
- From '71?
- Can't do that, sir. It's by surname.
- It's all the Adamsons or none of them.
- Glad I didn't ask for Joneses.
Morning, ma'am.
- Morning, Sandra.
- Morning.
This was found last week
in the foundations
of a dole office
that was being demolished
at Finsbury Park.
Builders dropped it off
at the local police station.
This is what got
them interested.
There's no blood anywhere
else, just on the shorts.
Not shorts, Brian,
hotpants.
There's a whole
world of difference.
The owner of the bag
was identified through this -
a baby's vaccination card.
William Adamson,
born 21st January 1971.
Reported missing
1 5th August 1971.
Along with his mother,
Donna, aged 24.
Shouldn't it have
gone to the station
who originally filed the
mother and child missing?
- It did.
- So it's their case.
- It's my case.
- Excuse me.
I decide which
investigations we pursue.
No, I mean, it is my case,
was my case, when I was
stationed at Finsbury Park nick.
You're not going to
go obsessive, are you?
Probably.
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...
It was just a routine
missing persons inquiry.
A medical student reported his
wife and child had disappeared.
So you said, "If she doesn't show
up in a couple of days, get back to us."
- What happened?
- I made some inquiries, got nowhere
and my superior told me to put
it on the index and forget about it.
Donna had probably
walked out on her husband,
shacked up with another darkie.
- Darkie?
- His words, not mine.
It's just the way
people spoke back then.
When I started, we were told
never to use the word black.
The expression was coloured.
Then we were told never
to use the word coloured.
- Yeah, black was the new black.
- Yes!
So our starting point is where
it always is in these cases,
with the husband.
Paul Adamson.
MD, OBE.
Consultant in genetics.
Photo courtesy of his latest
book, "The Genetic Paradox".
When I met him in '71, he
was a scruffy-looking student.
I told him thousands of
people disappeared every year
and most of them come home.
He cried. I felt sorry for him.
When, in all probability,
he'd just murdered his family.
Take your time, Mr Adamson.
They're dead, aren't they?
There is blood on Donna's shorts
and we're running tests
to see whose blood it is.
We got both William
and Donna's DNA
from a baby bottle and a hairbrush
that we found in the holdall.
Obviously, after three decades,
that is the line of
inquiry we will be taking.
I feel relieved.
Just knowing something - not
that it really tells us anything.
Except that perhaps Donna
didn't walk out on you after all.
At the time, you felt that you might
have spent too much time at lectures,
concentrating on your
studies rather than your wife.
- I'm sorry, who are you?
- Brian Lane.
PC Lane as I was then.
You came to the house.
Remind me of the
time you left for college
the day Donna and
William disappeared.
If you could remind me why
you didn't do more to find them.
I came back to the station
three times, you were never in.
I appreciate this must
be difficult for you.
You don't have children, do you?
There's trained sympathy
in your face, but that's all.
Of course, I'm
your chief suspect.
Well, I'm happy to
give you a DNA swab.
Thank you.
Why did you go down the pub that
night, after your lectures had finished?
My lecturer invited me-
I couldn't really say no.
Perhaps you didn't rush
because you knew there'd be
no happy family waiting for you.
Perhaps I just went to the pub.
I adored my wife.
Cor! Brian's writing!
- Mm.
- I should leave them on. They suit you.
There you go. You
look almost intelligent.
The night before
Donna disappeared,
she and Paul shared a bottle
of wine and a Vesta curry.
Ah! Vesta curry!
The call of the Orient.
Would you have a romantic dinner
if you were just about
to kill your wife and child?
I would if I was
into last suppers.
I can scan, enlarge and
encapsulate that if you want.
- Will it hurt?
- The case was given a low priority.
There's low priority
and no priority.
- Paul Adamson's our chief suspect.
- Yeah, because he's our only suspect.
Donna's family might have
known why she walked out,
or a friend, perhaps.
You talked to no one
apart from a neighbour.
If you had, we might
have more to go on.
Er... we need to look
at this on parallel lines.
So why would Paul Adamson
want to kill his wife and child?
And who else is in the frame?
I've got to go out.
Jack, divvy up the jobs.
Gone into "bird in charge" mode.
- You haven't returned any of my calls.
- I've been busy.
No, you're pissed off that I
wasn't straight with you before.
I was doing my
job, just like you.
Let me take you for lunch.
You don't have to
make it up to me, Greg.
Like you say - work is work.
This has nothing to do
with work. You know it.
And I promise I'll be
straight with you from now on.
The house was bought in 1972 by
its current owner, a Mr Eric Grant.
He had to get rid of the tenants
and apparently he's got a list.
Paul and Donna rented two
rooms in a multi-occupancy house.
Who knows how
many people lived there,
how many potential suspects?
- I slipped up, Jack.
- It's more than half a lifetime ago.
Then it was a routine
missing persons inquiry.
- And now?
- Now it's your clear-up time.
Come on!
Nice house. Mr Grant
made a good investment.
- This list is excellent.
- Main living area.
Sofa, there.
Bookshelves.
Desk where Paul studied,
there. Clotheshorse.
William's baby
clothes hung out to dry.
- Is he for real?
- His party trick.
You don't think anything
happened here, do you?
- Have you got a cellar?
- Routine inquiry.
Fly fishing? I wouldn't have thought
there was much good sport round here.
- You'd be surprised. You a fisherman?
- Only the ones in my ornamental pond.
Was Paul Adamson still living
here when you took the house over?
Like I said, I can't
remember him or his family.
He's not down here.
Perhaps he went before
I bought the house.
What about these other tenants?
Do you remember Elaine Farmer?
- Joel Stephens?
- Oh, come on!
- It was hard enough to find the list.
- You, Mrs Grant?
Oh, I wasn't around then.
I was only 18 in 1971.
I do know I had a terrible
crush on Marc Bolan.
Ride a white swan like
the people of the Beltane
Wear your hair long,
babe, you can't go wrong
- Nice one!
- (MUSIC: "RIDE A WHITE SWAN" BY T-REX)
Catch a bright star and
place it on your forehead
Say a few spells And,
baby, there you go
Take a black cat and
sit it on your shoulder
And in the morning
you'll know all you know...
(MUSIC FADES)
- What are you doing?
- Taking meself back
to a humdrum August day in 1971.
And what's it like?
Lonely.
This investigation
isn't about you, Brian.
Isn't it?
My daughter loved dancing.
And her parties, of course.
She would dance all night.
You were married to an American?
Louis was stationed over
here during and after the war.
His plane went down during
the Berlin Airlift in 1948.
At least the Americans know
how to look after their war widows.
This is very pleasant.
I'm very fortunate that my son-in-law
takes care of my financial welfare.
- What, Paul pays for this?
- He's my only family.
Tell me about the last time
that you saw Donna, if you can.
It was the night of her 24th birthday.
Paul had arranged a party for her.
I had William.
It was her first night
off. She needed it.
- She wasn't coping?
- No. She was constantly in tears.
She missed the
telephone exchange,
but in those days, women
with young children didn't work.
That's Donna, leading her ladies
out in the Post Office workers' strike.
800 telephonists marched
from Lincoln's Inn Fields
to Hyde Park Corner.
What did they chant? "Eight
per cent? Sorry, wrong number."
Donna had just read "The Female
Eunuch", she wanted to change the world.
Do you think Donna would ever
have harmed William in any way?
No. She loved him.
Fought to keep him.
Paul's parents didn't
want her to keep the baby.
They put pressure on him.
- Pressure?
- How do I put this politely?
They didn't want him to have
a child of indeterminate colour.
- Threatened to cut him off.
- He told them where to go?
Only when Donna absolutely
refused to have an abortion.
Paul proposed
and they cut him off.
After Donna disappeared, they
forgave him and he went back home.
Perhaps Adamson
regretted his marriage.
(PIANO PLAYING WALTZ)
A firebrand like Donna was hardly gonna
make the ideal doctor's wife, was she?
Plus she was in the
way of a lot of money.
It's one thing not
to want the kid,
it's a totally different
thing to kill a baby.
- Well, hello!
- Hello.
You don't
ballroom-dance, do you?
Only he's a bit of a fossil and I
was a "Come Dancing" finalist.
No, really, we're
in a bit of a hurry.
No! I'll hold your
coat. Enjoy yourself.
- Come on!
- I haven't danced for years.
- Bit of a bad foot.
- That's it. Yes.
One and two and round...
One and two and round...
I don't remember seeing
ballroom dancing on your CV.
Carol and I went to
marriage guidance.
The counsellor said we
weren't doing anything
that involved us
both at the same time.
So Carol booked lessons.
That's where I met Alison
and we found something better to do
that involved us both at the same time.
The blood on the shorts
isn't Donna's or William's,
but the pattern is interesting.
The dispersal indicates it could've
been caused by a nosebleed.
As the person breathes out, the
blood is sent out in a fine spray.
Maybe Donna hit
out at her attacker.
We've got a motive
for her husband now.
Trapped in a marriage, didn't
want the baby, she was miserable.
It isn't his blood, but that
doesn't rule him out, far from it.
The blood could belong to someone
else, someone Donna was with that day,
- but shouldn't have been.
- Like a lover?
Against the notes when
I talked to the neighbour,
I found the words "often out".
- She was taking the baby out.
- "Often out all day."
If Adamson stood by
Donna and she betrayed him,
you've got a double motive.
Rather than see his family go
somewhere else, he killed them.
Men who see their family as
property - we've all had those.
If Donna did have a lover,
maybe it was somebody at work.
We should find Donna's
friends, colleagues,
anyone who can shed
light on her personal life.
Mr Lane, you scribbled down a name
that you didn't follow up at the time.
Jill Brewer. According to your
notes, Adamson even mentioned
that she was friends with Donna.
- Great. Let's find her.
- Leave it with me.
Actually, I've already
found her husband.
Well done, Clarky.
- Just down there. Aisle 2.
- Thanks a lot.
Excuse me. Rick Brewer?
I'm Jack Halford,
this is Gerry Standing,
from the Metropolitan Police.
We're reopening a missing persons
inquiry and we'd like to talk to you.
I never expected to hear from
the police after all this time.
Didn't think you
were interested.
You weren't interviewed
originally about the disappearance?
Of course I was interviewed.
It was me that reported
her missing in the first place.
No, Donna's husband
reported her missing.
I'm talking about my wife-Jill.
Jill left for a day out.
I thought she'd gone over
to Bexhill to see her sister.
But she never came home.
This was definitely
August 1 5th 1971?
I do know the date
my wife disappeared.
- Was there any reason she left?
- She didn't leave a note.
- Did she take any belongings with her?
- No, nothing.
Why are you so interested? You
didn't want to know at the time.
Do you recognise this woman?
Yeah. That's one of
Jill's women's lib friends.
That's who you were on about.
Has she got something to
do with Jill's disappearance?
We're not sure, but it looks like
they both vanished the same day.
But why wasn't the link between
Donna and Jill made before?
Donna went missing in
Islington, Jill in Greenwich.
There were no computers then.
The connection would only have
been made if the bodies were found.
Maybe Jill is the
lover we're looking for.
Maybe they ran away together
and formed a publishing house.
No. Let's be honest. They were
probably just a couple of bored housewives
desperate to get away from their
crap lives. It's Thelma and Louise.
What, with a baby?
They'd have had a lot of
fun with the housekeeping
and a few bob child benefit.
No.
Linda Gough. Carol
Cooper. Lucy Partington.
- Shirley Hubbard.
- Yeah. Fred West victims. Point being?
DC Hazel Savage started out
looking for West's missing daughter.
Ended up uncovering
her body and nine others.
We've got to widen the scope of what
we're doing, the questions we're asking.
She was a supervisor
at the exchange.
Left a year or so before Donna.
They were friends, she came to
the house after William was born.
- I can't remember her name.
- Jill Brewer.
Did Donna mention that
she'd be meeting her that day?
No.
Why weren't you straight with us
about your relationship with Donna?
According to her mother, you
wanted Donna to have an abortion.
All right.
Yes, I did. It wasn't
the right time, for me.
For us.
Why didn't you tell
me this at the time?
I don't remember you asking.
- And what about the other day?
- Didn't seem relevant.
After William was born,
I fell in love with him.
And even deeper
in love with Donna.
Being a family man was
exactly what I wanted.
I'm ashamed I asked her
to terminate the pregnancy.
Donna was different.
She was extraordinary.
The room stopped
when she walked in.
If you don't believe
me, see for yourself.
That's Donna with
her husband Paul.
They're happy.
- How can you know?
- The way he's looking at her.
And the way she keeps
on holding his arm,
even though she's
talking to somebody else.
She's so full of life.
Oh! "The Female Eunuch".
They reprinted this every
month to keep up with demand.
I had to queue up for my copy.
She wanted us women to stop
buying into our own oppression.
- Who did?
- Germaine Greer.
- Oh.
- It was marvellous.
At least what I read of it was.
What with Mark and Elaine
and Mum with her thrombosis
and you working 70 hours a
week, I never got it finished.
- You could read it now.
- Nah.
It would be a bit like
looking at a brochure
for some exotic place
you've never visited
and that you never will.
I'll go and make
you a camomile tea.
These petals were found at
the bottom of Donna's bag.
- It's the creeping spearwort.
- Just looks like a little buttercup.
So it is. Now extinct.
It only grew in a
handful of water habitats.
Our first clue to
the scene of crime.
- (DOOR OPENING)
- Not if it's...
Stationery cupboard, now.
Did you know he could run?
Jill Brewer.
Donna Adamson.
Paul Adamson.
Eric Grant, our angling builder.
Tiny buttercups.
Time to go fishing.
(GRANT) I can't decide
on a BMW or a Jag.
Spec's about the
same, both pricey.
Of course... Beamers
are a... a bit...
black drugs dealer, aren't they?
- What do you reckon?
- I don't drive.
There was a party in this
house on 8th July 1971.
- You were at it.
- OK, I'll take your word for it.
Do you remember
who you danced with?
You're having a laugh.
Jesus, mate, you haven't
got much to go on, have you?
This is the woman we're
looking for. Donna Adamson.
You danced with
her - or tried to.
I told you the first
time you came here.
I don't remember.
And presumably you
also forgot to tell us
that you lived round the corner
with your mum and dad until 1972
when you bought this house.
Well, I... didn't
think it mattered.
I mean, we were talking
about the old tenants.
The house was a good
investment, I'd worked on it,
so when it came on the market,
Dad helped me with the mortgage.
- Is that what you want?
- You worked on the house?
Yeah. Replastering.
Plumbing was a load of shite.
Usual remedial stuff.
Erm... this woman.
She was at the same
party. Jill Brewer.
I don't know her!
Look, I'm very sorry, love. I
think you're wasting your time.
I understand, but there is
something you could do, Mr Grant.
- If you could give us a DNA sample.
- Eh?
- To rule you out.
- Hang on, sonny.
- It's PC Clark.
- OK, PC Clark.
I'm not having my genetic blueprint
stored in one of your computers
for all time, right?
It won't be.
Just until after the investigation,
then it'll be destroyed.
So you want me to
volunteer a sample, yeah?
Well, I say...
no.
About the party. You made a rather
determined pass at Donna Adamson.
Against the law to hit
on a black bird, is it?
You fancied her, though?
- Leave it.
- You're putting words in my mouth.
Mr Halford's very good on goldfish.
He suggested we use a different food.
- Is everything all right?
- The police are about to leave.
Look...
You think I let Donna
and William down.
I know I did.
Stick the race
label on if you want,
but it was nothing
remotely as interesting.
I was a glorified office boy.
You mean you followed orders,
whether you agreed with them or not?
Yes! PCs back then only
existed to please their sergeants.
Mine was the nearest
I ever got to God.
That's pathetic.
You're right.
I know it's too
late for excuses.
I'm sorry.
With respect, sir, it's not me
you should be apologising to.
Help me give Donna's
family some answers.
I am helping.
What, by playing silly buggers,
like you did at Grant's house?
Illegally obtained DNA,
trying to steal that fag end?
You've done it
before, with the bullet.
Yes, and it was a big mistake.
Plus, you're forgetting
something. I'm not a police officer.
You've got a promising
career ahead of you.
You are forgetting something.
I'm a black police officer.
Quite frankly, that puts me at
somewhat of a disadvantage.
Yeah. Probably does.
But so did being a copper
with an obsessive memory,
with an addiction
to detail and booze.
And a fundamental inability to have
any kind of non-work-related conversation
with anyone who wasn't Esther.
Plus everyone was out to get me.
I still made DI.
So you can run the bloody Met.
Grant went out of his way to
avoid telling us he knew Donna.
But he did, so is he
lying about Jill Brewer?
I found out from Kay that Grant
goes fishing up at Willow Ponds,
has done for years.
That was one of the last
sites for creeping spearwort,
which gives us a circumstantial
link between Donna and Grant.
- Also a possible murder site.
- We should drag the ponds.
We need more than few petals to
justify that kind of operation, Gerry.
And the ponds aren't necessarily where
he would have disposed of the bodies.
Look, Grant had access to
Hawthorn Avenue, he had a key,
because he was
working on the house.
A year later, he bought
the house and extended out
from the back of the building.
Was he hiding the
bodies of Donna and Jill?
We haven't got enough
for an arrest, though.
We need a definite link
between Grant and the clothes.
Go back to Forensics, there must
be more than blood and buttercups.
I'll be back in an hour.
That shrink must be
costing you fortunes.
(GERRY CHUCKLING)
- Really?
- Done so many things,
that's another one.
- And with you.
- So how's work?
It's a secret.
Sandra, can we do this again?
- Yeah. I'd like that.
- Dinner?
OK. How about Saturday night?
Erm... Saturdays are difficult.
I see. Call me when
you've got a window.
Look, Sandra, the thing
is, I have a daughter.
Helena, she's five. I
have her at weekends,
Kim has her the
rest of the time.
- Who's Kim?
- Helena's mother.
- Your ex-wife?
- No.
No, it was a fling, the
relationship was never serious,
so we agreed to forget
about playing happy families
and tried to remain friends.
Look, I said I'd be
straight with you.
After a few disasters, I've tended
to avoid proper relationships
in case Helena gets too fond of
anyone and they don't stick around.
So me asking you
out, it's a big deal,
I'm just sorry I've
done it so clumsily.
No, no. You haven't.
I think erm...
I think it proves that
you're very grown-up.
I can do Sundays to Fridays.
The only trouble is,
I don't know
whether I'm grown-up.
- No, nothing.
- All right, erm...
Try 1972, North London.
What I want is a list
of all subcontractors
who worked on the
social security building.
In particular, I want
JKG Construction Ltd.
"Wanting Everything:
The Art Of Happiness".
"The Road Less Traveled".
"You Can Heal Your Life".
"Women Who Love Too Much".
Oh. Must be one of Esther's.
Am I supposed to
know what these are for?
(SIGHS) I'm trying to
help you save some money.
On your er...
lunchtime appointments.
Oh, it's nothing
to be ashamed of.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
These are the books I've used on my
own individual self-improvement curve.
I've listed all the
medication I've been on
and cross-referenced it with the
literature I was reading at the time.
I've made a top-ten list
of the best combinations.
- Thank you.
- Feel the fear and do it anyway.
I've got another
complication on the case.
You mean apart from that one?
(LAUGHS) Clarky and I just did
a miss pers search on the area
around Hawthorn Avenue.
Another woman disappeared at
the same time as Donna and Jill.
Karen Brown.
This investigation has the potential
to be the biggest case we've handled.
Oh! I'm sorry, I thought it
was just an executive toy.
It's meant to
promote tranquillity.
I thought promotion was
an alien concept in this office.
You were saying, Brian?
The name of the third
woman is Karen Brown.
She was reported missing four
weeks after Donna Adamson,
from a house three streets
away from Hawthorn Avenue.
- Just a coincidence.
- Except that the landlord is a builder
called John Grant.
Eric Grant's father.
We already know that Eric
had access to Hawthorn Avenue,
the last-known address
for Donna Adamson
and a place often
visited by Jill Brewer.
I'm thinking photographs of tents
in back gardens, selling red tops.
Is this some kind of
riddle? Shall I go first?
(MOUTHS)
I don't want the tabloids having a
field day over a new House of Horrors.
Be very, very
careful with your facts
before you start
digging up back gardens.
Yes, sir.
Is that it?
What about my customary hard
time? I'm feeling short-changed.
So am I. I would like an
immediate departmental increase.
If Brian's on the right track,
this investigation isn't going to
stop with Donna, Jill and Karen.
We've only got as far as 1971.
Undertaking an inquiry of this
kind - discreetly - will cost money, sir.
That's if there's anything left in
the tranquillity budget, of course.
That shrink's doing
her the world of good.
I thought we'd dropped the
Paul Adamson line of inquiry.
We have. Ignore Donna, keep
looking behind her there in the hallway.
There. I've had the
image digitally enhanced.
How much does this
enhancement cost?
Hardly a drop in the
tranquillity budget.
Mm. Seems the investigation's
shot up to the top floor.
We got the computer, as well.
Normally you have to
beg for a new stapler.
Now, here's the enhancement.
Look at this coat.
Mm. Very unusual stitching.
There was more than blood
and buttercups on the clothes.
Look - a tiny silver thread
on William's babygrow
and another one
on Donna's shorts.
Right, now watch this.
- There.
- Who is it? Can we find out?
There's more. Here's the enhancement
and there's a picture of Eric Grant.
And now it's searching
for similarities.
- Bosh!
- Ha! Yes!
Bloody hell. Which book
did you get that from?
This is just to help us.
The house will be covered
with your fingerprints and DNA.
We need to be
able to ignore yours.
Fine.
Grant is ready to interview.
Er, don't take this
the wrong way, but...
we're concerned about
the line you're going to take.
Why?
Have you read the
psychological profile?
- Of course I have.
- We agree with it.
Oh, really? I didn't think
you believed in these things.
"It's unlikely Grant will respond to
the higher functioning intelligence
"of the dominant
female persona."
- And?
- Grant preyed on vulnerable women.
He had to be in charge.
And he married little
under-the-thumb Kay.
I mean, basically, you're the
sort of woman he despises.
- And that is?
- "A forceful, confident woman
"who is comfortable
with her own sexuality
"and ability to influence
the opposite sex."
You see, basically,
you're BIC: bird in charge.
For the questioning to get results,
you should be bird in the hand,
or at very least, bird in the
bush, otherwise known as BITB.
"Bitba".
You want me to
be the UCOS bitba?
Smashing acronym.
Bevan will be pleased.
- Oh, yes.
- Huh!
Let me get this straight.
So you're telling me
that I've got be needy.
- I don't do needy.
- No. Strong but vulnerable.
Yeah, just think Jodie Foster
as Clarice Starling, you'll be fine.
(IMITATES HANNIBAL LECTER)
OK. Thanks.
That's great.
No, really. Great.
- I'm not sure I can handle this.
- What?
Praise. I'm not used to it.
I wouldn't worry. She was
looking at me when she said it.
This is you at the '71 Summer
of Love festival in Hyde Park.
Where did you get that?
Your wife. She's
been very cooperative.
- Yeah, that's Kay, all right.
- Nice coat.
- Common as muck then, weren't they?
- Not with customised silver embroidery.
This silver thread was found on the
clothes Donna and William were wearing
on the day they disappeared.
Yeah? Well, I can explain that.
- The coat was stolen.
- Very convenient.
I don't remember when or where.
Must've been from one of
the houses I was working on.
You spent a lot of time at 59
Hawthorn Avenue that summer.
You had keys and you came
and went as you pleased.
You were invited
to Donna's party.
But you won't admit
to knowing her.
You found Donna attractive.
Come on, you can tell me.
I mean, I can see why you would.
She was very vivacious, flirty even.
We know you knew her, Eric.
Yeah. I knew her.
OK? I fancied her.
Happy now? She didn't
want anything to do with me
and that's as far
as it went, trust me.
Trust you?
See? I knew as I soon
as I admit to something,
you'd try and pin her
disappearance on me.
I know how you work
and I'm right, ain't I?
Scene Of Crime are taking
your house apart, Eric.
And the three other addresses
you and your father were renovating
between 1970 and '72.
Waste of time, mate.
Might I suggest you stop
smirking and start talking, mate?
I'm a bloody builder! I got
into houses, thousands of them.
Sometimes I've got keys, yeah,
and perhaps I had the
key to 59 Hawthorn Avenue.
- I don't remember!
- Memory's a problem for you, isn't it?
So what were you doing
33 years ago today?
February 23rd, let me see.
I took a call about a
robbery. There was...
We've been talking
to a Joel Stephens.
He rented a room at Hawthorn
Avenue between 1970 and 1972.
Now, he remembers you as a bit
of a Jack-the-Lad, always at parties.
Here we are. Er, "Sowing his
wild oats wherever he could."
So? I lived.
Looks like you could've done
with a bit of that yourself, love.
You know what, Eric?
You're right. Really.
I haven't had much of
a life outside my career.
Sussex University, Bramshill College,
steady promotion through the Met.
No gap year, no
travelling across Europe,
dossing on station platforms,
no husband, no
kids - pathetic, really.
Maybe I should have
partied more. Inhaled more.
Inhaled something.
But you know what?
I'm glad I didn't.
Because all the time I wasn't
living, I was getting better at my job
and now... Whoo!
I'm top of my game.
So all I can say
is... lucky you.
That last bit, more Trinity in
"The Matrix", wouldn't you say?
Do what?
What do you think I
do with my weekends?
- Brian's very focused on Donna Adamson.
- It's understandable.
Yeah, but we've
got two other victims.
I mean, Jill could've
introduced the killer to Donna.
I think we should go wider
than Hawthorn Avenue.
- We've got nothing on Jill Brewer.
- Except what her husband told us.
He recognised
Donna straight away,
yet he didn't ring to
ask her if she'd seen Jill.
Surely, if your
wife goes missing,
the first thing you'd
do is ring her friends.
Let's see if Rick Brewer's
got any previous, eh?
(TYRES SQUEAL)
Bollocks!
- This had better be important.
- Forensics.
Whoever bled on Donna's
shorts, it wasn't Eric Grant.
- Shit.
- Are we looking under the right stone?
And Rick Brewer's got previous -
ABH, 1970, a year before
they all went missing.
There's nothing to link
him to the disappearances.
- Not yet, there isn't.
- We've got more than enough on Grant.
The thread from his
coat is on the clothes.
On Donna and
William's clothes, yes,
but there's nothing to
connect him with Jill or Karen.
We need to know
more about Mr Brewer.
We're going to Plumpton
Grange hospital.
(MOBILE RINGS)
- The old loony bin?
- Splendid.
Hello?
- You should be backing me up, Jack.
- I am.
- What do you mean, she's gone?
- She just slipped out.
Your wife's walked out on you.
Packed her suitcases and buggered off.
(SIGHS)
You're a liar. She can't have.
What is Kay so scared
of, Eric? Is it you?
Perhaps she knows more
about you than she wants to.
Maybe she's gone
away for a couple of days.
She's cleared out her
personal belongings,
the wardrobes.
We're just checking about
your bank account now.
I don't know where she's gone.
And I don't know why I'm here.
Jack, there is nothing
on Rick Brewer.
That's because we made
an incorrect assumption.
We thought he hit the doctor while
he was an in-patient, but he wasn't.
- His wife was.
- Eh?
Jill Brewer. Two
attempted suicides,
three courses of
electroconvulsive therapy.
- What does that say to you?
- Vulnerable with a capital V.
Or nutter with a capital N.
It's the promise of
new life I like the most.
I expect you've
both got kids, eh?
Not me. Gerry's got
three daughters and...
I'm just about to
become a grandfather.
- I wish you luck.
- Cheers.
Doesn't always work out, you
know. It didn't for me and Jill.
That's what sent her
funny. Our son was stillborn.
I'm sorry.
That's very sad.
That's more than
anyone said at the time.
There was none of this softly, softly
approach to folk that lost their babies.
Jill was sent back
to the maternity ward
and made to sit next to mums
that were feeding their newborns.
Do you know, I never saw my son?
Just took him away and incinerated him.
After the stillbirth, Jill
got very depressed.
She...
She kept getting
these nightmares,
flashbacks to the
birth, to our son's face.
She tried to kill
herself in the June,
and by July she'd been
admitted to hospital.
The first lot of ECT left
her with terrible burns.
My solicitor took those for when
my assault charge came up to court.
Yeah, but the hospital didn't
call that assault, did they?
- Did Jill have any more treatment?
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah, they persuaded
her to sign the consent form
and kept... kept on buzzing her
until she wasn't
depressed any more.
But then she wasn't
Jill any more, either.
August the next
year, she disappeared.
And that's it.
Are you sure, Mr Brewer?
You weren't exactly straight
with us before, were you?
Because Jill had
mental health problems.
I didn't think you'd take
her disappearance seriously
if you knew that.
You'd just assume
that she'd killed herself.
Just another nutter.
She wasn't.
What if Paula's baby's like the
Brewers' and doesn't make it?
Most of them do.
What about you and Mary?
- Didn't you fancy having a family?
- It just never happened.
Besides, back then you accepted that
that was your lot and got on with life,
the wonderful life we had,
until some bastard ran her down.
Shall we go, then?
So much for Rick
Brewer as a suspect.
Why aren't we getting
any answers, Brian?
Ma'am, SOCO's found this.
It was stashed under the floorboards
of a bedroom in Hawthorn Avenue.
These were inside.
Karen Brown's personal effects.
Eric Grant's trophy.
(DISTRESSED BREATHING)
I can't explain what
they're doing at my house.
I don't know Karen Brown,
I've never heard of her.
I honestly have never,
ever heard of her.
You see, Eric,
it's well known that killers
collect mementoes of their victims.
Where is she, Eric? Karen Brown.
Intelligent girl, plenty of A
levels, place at university.
Everything to live for.
Just like Donna Adamson. She
was gonna change the world.
And Jill Brewer, fighting
for equal opportunities.
All bright young women
with a great future.
Except when they met you,
when they were having dark days.
Donna was having a
crisis about being a mother,
Jill couldn't cope
with losing her baby.
- Go get him!
- We don't know about Karen.
But at 18, about to step
out into the big, wide world,
she would've
needed a friend, too.
And that was you, wasn't
it? Affable, Jack-the-Lad,
answer-for-everything Eric.
- What's she playing at?
- Low status.
Kay tried to stick by you, didn't she?
She knew what you'd done to those women.
And so when we came knocking,
she feared for her own life.
I wouldn't hurt my wife.
I love Kay!
I love her!
I'm really sorry
about those women.
I don't understand.
I don't understand.
(SOBS) I don't understand!
- They've broken him.
- Why doesn't Brian finish him off?
- Come on, Brian!
- Come on!
Come on!
We've got the film, a match
to the blood - it's Jill Brewer's.
She was with Donna and William
when they went to Willow
Ponds - little buttercups.
Grant was with them. We've
got the thread from his coat,
Karen Brown's possessions in
his house, his wife's just bolted.
- He killed them!
- Congratulations, Brian!
He's the killer. Only we're
running out of time to charge him.
We need a confession.
Let me have a go.
Go on, then! He's in
there, crying like a newborn.
You could get him to
confess to anything right now.
You've got your man, Bri. It's
your chance to put things right.
Yes, and that's what you
think this is all about, isn't it?
Putting things right.
Nothing but the complete truth
will do, Jack, and you know that.
Hold on, we've
got all the pieces.
And they don't fit
with that man in there.
I've had villains who won't
admit to anything, plenty of them,
and I've known
when they're lying.
- I've gone wrong somewhere.
- No, we've not gone wrong anywhere!
OK. Give him half an hour
and if he's still wobbling,
I'll take you in with me.
(DOOR OPENING)
What are you doing in here?
I thought if I sat in the big
chair and had some tranquillity...
- Inspiration might strike?
- Huh! What, in here?
I'm not ready to go back in.
Yes, well, maybe you're right.
Something's come up.
There is no trace of Eric Grant's
DNA in Karen Brown's possessions.
But they're teeming
with someone else's DNA.
Kay Grant.
So we were wondering
how she was involved.
Could she be the killer? Is
that why she's on the run?
Little Kay Grant a killer?
Karen Brown as a little girl.
"Mum, Dad, Heather and me."
Heather Brown. Karen
Brown's sister. Heather Brown!
Heather Brown!
The babysitter killer.
Murdered twin girls?
The parents came back
and found the twins strangled.
- 1971.
- What are you saying, Brian?
Our cases are connected
with Heather Brown?
Not directly.
Kay Grant's DNA is on
Karen Brown's possessions.
That's because Kay is Karen.
They're one and the same.
If you had Heather Brown for a
sister, wouldn't you want to disappear?
I'm sorry for just
calling round, but...
grown-up or not, I've
had a really crap day.
Come in.
(JACK SIGHING)
Just had a call from Jill
Brewer's old GP surgery.
Mrs Brewer's records
are no longer available.
They were requested by the
Fern Road practice, Dorkey.
- Dorkey?
- South of Dublin.
When was the request dated?
October 31st 1973.
1 5 months after
she disappeared.
Hello, Brian Lane here,
Metropolitan Police.
We've no idea what
happened to Donna and William,
Karen Brown changed her name
to Kay and left her past behind
and now it looks like Jill
Brewer's left her husband behind
and moved to Ireland.
The expression "pear
shaped" springs to mind.
Thank you. Yeah.
What's the married name?
Thank you.
Jill Brewer's still
alive. She's remarried.
What, without divorcing Rick?
She didn't want
anyone to find her.
(PUMPING)
You'll have to excuse the noise.
It's my little friend.
- Which type of cancer?
- Ovarian.
That's bad luck.
Not really. It's in the
genes, apparently.
My mother died in
a hospital side ward.
I'm hoping to go out
in rather more style.
Mr Kemp left you
very well provided for.
(JACK) Did he know you
were married to someone else?
You didn't come all this way to
charge me with bigamy, Mr Halford.
(CHUCKLES)
I thought it would die with me.
The truth?
You killed Donna, didn't you?
Oh! What's the
point of all this?
I'll be dead by the summer.
Then isn't it time to
find some inner peace?
It's very hard to come by.
It...
It was a hot day.
(SIGHS) I'd come
round for a visit.
Donna wanted to
get out of the house.
So we pushed the
pram up to Willow Ponds.
We took some builder's
coat out of the house
as a blanket for
William to lie on.
Then Donna started larking
around. She took all her clothes off.
Jumped in the water.
I thought she was...
just having me on.
But then I realised
she was drowning.
It was an accident.
I swear on this
Bible that it was.
I believe you.
I watched her struggle...
..and then the
splashing stopped.
- I didn't know what to do.
- You didn't run for help?
Of course you didn't. It gave
you the chance to have a child.
You knew the authorities would
never let you adopt one, Jill.
William had no
mother. It was like...
..God had decided to
give me a second chance.
So I took it. I took it.
And I'm glad that I did.
I told everyone that
William's real father was black,
that he'd died.
- I was a good mother.
- (JACK) Were you? Really?
Is that why you're here alone in this
big draughty mausoleum of a house?
William and I are estranged.
We didn't get on.
He left home as
soon as he turned 16.
We keep in touch.
Christmas, birthdays.
He doesn't know I'm dying.
I understand
why you did it, Jill.
But William wasn't
yours to take.
It's time to give them both
back. Tell me where Donna is.
(CROWS CAWING)
After watching her friend drown,
Jill piled Donna's clothes into the bag.
Jill suffered from
nosebleeds after the ECT.
Explains the blood pattern.
Then Jill took William, threw away
the bag on her way to the station
and made her way
by ferry to Ireland,
where she passed herself
off as a single mother
and married into money.
So she got
everything she wanted.
No, she didn't.
You can't live a life worth
living when it's rotten at the core.
Yeah, we've found something.
Are you gonna stop
beating yourself up now?
Come on, Brian. You've found
William and reunited a family.
(MUSIC: "GIRL" BY T-REX)
O God
High in your fields above
earth Come and be real for us
Oh, you with your mind
Oh, yes, you are
beautifully fine
O girl
Electric witch, you are
limp In society's ditch
You are visually fine
Oh, yes, you are
But mentally dying
O girl
Do-do-do-doo Do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do-doo, do-do-doo
Oh, yes, you are
Do-do-do-doo O girl
Do-do-do-doo Do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do-doo
Do-do-do-doo, do-do-doo
Oh, yes, you are...
I want what we've
given that family.
The truth.
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...