♪ ♪ MURRAY: The house the freezer came from was owned by a Robert Fogerty.

♪ ♪ SUNNY: In that car with Fogerty were four probationers going by the names Dean, Fiona, Liz, and Ram.

I want to know if any of them are still serving coppers.

You are the best candidate by a mile.

I've got two chief constable commendations.

CASSIE: A bit of me wants to punish someone.

If you see it getting in the way at any point, call me out on it.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ All we do is hide away ♪ ♪ All we do is ♪ ♪ All we do is hide away ♪ ♪ All we do is lie in wait ♪ ♪ All we do is ♪ ♪ All we do is lie in wait ♪ ♪ I've been upside down ♪ ♪ I don't wanna be the right way round ♪ ♪ Can't find paradise on the ground ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds chirping outside) (exhales deeply) ♪ ♪ Hey, love.

Hi.

(sniffles) You okay?

Yeah, just feeling really snotty.

Think I'm gonna call in sick.

(clears throat) Oh, no, poor you.

(chuckles) You had some cold and flu?

Mm-mm.

Sure we've got some in here somewhere.

(rifling through cabinets) ANDREWS: And why are we not just sticking this on Fogerty?

The body was stored in his house, for Christ's sakes.

Because four police officers might also be involved.

But either way, the suspects who are actually alive seem the best route to the truth to me.

Maybe you disagree.

I'll give you 48 hours to find something concrete suggesting that it wasn't him.

Or that's what I will go with.

A cause of death and the rest of the body would be quite a good start.

♪ ♪ (cellphone ringing and vibrating) (vibrating, ringing continue) (ringing stops) Hello, sir.

ROBIN (on phone): Morning.

I came to find you in your office, but they said you were agile working today.

Yeah, I'm just feeling a bit battered after the other day, so, um, catching up on some paperwork from home.

ROBIN: No problem.

Take it easy for a few days.

Get your strength back.

You're going to need it.

I'm sorry?

ROBIN: So you didn't hear this from me, but I just got out of a meeting with the selection panel.

You walked it, Lizzie.

The chair will call this afternoon, but the post is yours.

ELIZABETH: That's brilliant, sir.

♪ ♪ FRAN: Right, so she sees the car stop about here, and a man we think is our victim, Matthew Walsh, roughly here.

She then sees an Asian male get out of the car and run in the direction of our victim, towards the Heaverfields Estate here.

Any description of the car?

No.

Did she hear anything, any shouts from either man?

No, but she's quite a way away, so there could have been shouts.

She just didn't hear them.

And she didn't see anyone else get out?

No, but then as this is happening, she then turns immediately left here, heading away from the incident and home to her flat.

So they could all have got out, she just didn't see that.

Exactly.

Okay, thank you, Fran.

Very good work.

CASSIE: So our imperative is obviously to find out exactly what did happen that night.

And, right now, I mainly have lots of questions.

So, if this was Fogerty's car, why did it stop?

Why did one of them, at least, possibly Ram Sidhu, then get out?

What might the connection have been with Matthew and anyone in the car?

Where did Matthew end up, and ultimately, where, how, and why did he die?

Was it an accident, was it manslaughter, was it murder?

And whatever it was, how many people in the car, if any, were involved in his death?

So Fran, can you speak to the other two original witnesses as soon as, please?

Murray, Matthew's son, Jerome, just dropped these off for us.

They're from Matthew's older brother, Clive, and there's return addresses on some of them, I'd love to track him down, please.

And Jake, locating the rest of the victim is almost certainly our best chance of establishing cause of death.

I've got the super doubting this even is a murder.

I need progress, mate.

I'm heading straight up to the lab after this to chase on the key fobs.

Okay, well, you make this your number one priority.

Guv.

CASSIE: Kaz, do a career history with HR on all four of these names, please.

Link in with Professional Standards and then maybe do a general PND trawl.

Yeah.

Got it.

And welcome back, by the way.

Thank you.

CASSIE: D.I.

Khan and I are going to try and speak today with Liz Baildon and Fiona Grayson, and then do the other two tomorrow, but we need some purchase on this pretty fast, or it dies.

Thank you.

FIONA: Oh, hi there, this is Fiona Grayson.

I came in yesterday with my partner Geoff Tomlinson to sign all the exchange forms?

SOLICITOR (on phone): Oh, yes, hello, Ms. Grayson.

Hi.

Yeah.

I was just wondering, has the money actually gone through yet?

The deposit, has it been drawn down?

SOLICITOR: Um, I'm not sure if it's been actioned yet.

I can certainly check for you.

If you could, please, and if it hasn't, could you stop it?

SOLICITOR: I'm sorry?

I need you to stop the payment if you can.

Um, we have a, a personal situation here, and, yeah, I need a day or so to sort it out.

SOLICITOR: Right, well, let me see first if it has already gone, and then I'll, I'll call you right back.

Would you?

Thank you, A.S.A.P., please.

(disconnects, places phone down) (sighs) CASSIE: One other thing-- let's get an authority for mobile phone records, 'cause if they've seen the news about Walsh's body's being found, be interesting to know if any of them have tried to make contact with each other.

Yeah.

Okay.

No problem.

We're moving house, you need tomorrow off, which is why you booked it six bloody weeks ago.

I know.

I know.

It's just that we're so short-handed right now.

But listen, I'll call the removals company, get them to put an extra guy on it, and I'll try to get off by 4:00.

4:00?

Marvelous.

Yeah, welcome to my world.

Look, I gotta go.

I'll call you later.

Sorry again-- I love you.

(phone clicks) MARNIE: Oh, that is brilliant news.

Thank you.

I can't tell you how much we appreciate it.

(indistinct chatter) Oh, yeah, well, we look forward to seeing you, too.

And tell them to bring their wallets!

(laughs) Thank you.

Thanks.

Bye.

Right, I have just sold the last table to Terry Fuller, full whack, and he's bringing a load of his brokers.

That is brilliant news, love.

Well done.

Did you hear that?

JACK: No.

DEAN: There's gonna be everybody.

Do you want to help me with this?

Yes.

Well, come on, then.

We are gonna straighten it up... Yeah.

Fiona, it's Mark.

Listen, I've just had a call from your solicitor slightly freaked out.

I mean, please tell me he misunderstood, but he says you wanted to withhold your deposit?

Yeah.

MARK: What?

Why?

Has it been paid?

Yeah, it went out last night.

Look, what the hell's going on?

Is there a problem?

Okay, um... Do not tell your brother this, but can I come and see you?

MARK: Fiona...

Please, Mark.

Well, I'm in meetings until 6:00.

Can it wait until then?

Yeah.

Actually, you know what, my last appointment's nearer my flat.

Can you meet me there at... 6:30?

I'll see you then.

Okay.

♪ ♪ (nearby chatter, siren in distance) ♪ ♪ Lucy.

LUCY: You can deal...

I got a proposition for you.

A financial proposition.

(birds twittering, footsteps descending) (sighs) Elizabeth.

Yeah, sorry, Eugenia.

I haven't had time to think about your money.

Right, it's just that... My mother has asked, could you not bring your daughter to work with you?

Um, she says she makes quite a lot of noise.

I'm sorry, it's an inset day, and childcare is very expensive, which is why I really need...

Please, Eugenia.

It's not a brilliant time, um, as you can probably see.

I will come back to you in a day or so.

Of course.

Thank you.

(car door shuts outside) ♪ ♪ (car door shuts, locks outside) ♪ ♪ (birds twittering) CASSIE: So, as I said briefly at the door, ma'am... Liz, please.

Liz, thank you.

As I said at the door, we're investigating what we believe to be an historic murder.

You believe?

We're still waiting for cause of death to be completely confirmed.

Oh, okay.

But we think you-- we hope-- you might be able to help throw some light on the events of an evening connected to the victim's death 30 years ago.

Oh, wow.

Yeah.

I know.

I can hardly remember what I had for breakfast, but let's see how we get on, shall we?

Yup, fire away.

So, a few days ago, we found a body.

We've identified the victim as a Matthew Kieran Walsh, who actually went missing in 1990.

His body was completely preserved when we found it, and we've subsequently found evidence to confirm that he'd been kept in a freezer for the last three decades.

I think I saw this on the news last night.

Yes, you would have done.

Um...

So this is him.

♪ ♪ Okay.

Face doesn't ring any bells?

Other than last night, no-- should it?

No, no, that's fine, uh...

Thank you for that.

So then we connected the victim to the house of a man called Robert Fogerty.

Mm-hmm.

And we believe it was him who stored the body all those years, and I wondered if his face was at all familiar.

Nope, sorry.

So Mr. Fogerty is himself now dead, um, but we have fairly good reason to believe that at some point on the night of the 30th of March 1990, Mr. Fogerty had Matthew Walsh's body in the boot of his car.

Oh, right.

And the reason I ask if his face is at all familiar is that Mr. Fogerty was actually a police probationer, and we believe trained with you at Hendon.

A probationer?

And trained with you.

So would you mind having another look?

No, I'm so sorry, I don't remember him.

Not a problem.

(soft chuckle) Um, so that then just leaves the actual car journey that Mr. Fogerty made that evening.

Right.

Which is mainly what I wanted to try to get some further details on, because we do also have good evidence, Liz, to suggest that Fogerty wasn't alone that night in his car.

And that he had four other probationers from Hendon with him.

Um, one of them... ...was you.

Whoa.

(voice catches) What is this?

(through door): I thought I was being interviewed as a possible witness.

Um...

I mean, this sounds like... Am I a suspect here?

Absolutely not.

CASSIE (through door): As I say, we're just trying to establish a chain of events.

And if you'd prefer, I can send it through to Professional Standards to interview you more formally.

At a station, under caution.

I'm very happy to do that.

I just assumed that might be, uh, difficult for you.

But it's your call entirely.

Yeah, I do vaguely remember him.

Okay.

So he was a friend or... No, I just remember him.

Okay, so as a face you recall from the course.

Yeah.

And, uh, what-- thank you.

Was it a close-knit bunch, would you say?

Why would you ask that?

Just, have you kept in touch with any of them since?

I'm presuming you know I didn't stay with the police very long.

Yes.

Then why would you ask that?

Unless of course you're trying to catch me out or something?

(chuckling): Sorry, I'm absolutely not trying to... No, it wasn't a close-knit bunch, not for me, anyway, and no, I haven't kept in touch with any of them.

Okay.

Um, so, notwithstanding that, can I just run a few other names past you?

What's this got to do with your murder?

It's just three names, take ten seconds.

Fine.

Dean Barton.

No.

Ram Sidhu.

Uh... Vaguely-- there was a Sikh lad, I think.

Mm-hmm, and Liz Baildon.

No.

Well, there you go.

Two out of four obviously made a greater impression on you than you thought.

So Fiona, I'd like to, if I may, to try and take you back to the night of your passing-out party.

♪ ♪ Well, obviously, I remember Ram.

I remember training with him.

And I know he's done good work since, in vice, I believe.

CASSIE: Mmm.

But I have no recollection of any car journey with him or any of those other names.

I mean, I'm not saying it didn't happen, I just don't remember that.

30 years later.

Mm-hmm.

And not even when Mr. Fogerty got pulled over and arrested for drink driving?

Drink driving?

Breathalyzed and arrested.

Lost his entire career on the evening of the same day it started.

Yeah, I would have thought that might have stuck in your mind.

Oh, okay.

Now you mention that...

Yes.

Sorry, I do remember now.

Oh, okay, well, that's excellent.

Apologies.

Until you said the breath test thing, I had no memory of it at all.

Not a problem.

It was a long time ago.

Were we coming back from the actual passing-out party?

We think so, yes.

I'm getting there now.

I think it was actually me that drove Rob's car back after he was nicked.

It was.

The traffic officer made a note of your request to do that.

That's, that's well remembered.

Yes, because I was fully comp, I lived near Rob, so I dropped the others off, and then I dropped his car back at his place.

Hm.

I walked home.

Oh, okay.

Uh...

Anything else coming back?

No, I don't think so.

Nothing about the mood of anyone in the car?

No.

No recollection of the car stopping at any point before it was pulled over?

No.

No recollection of anyone getting out at any other point?

No recollection of anyone getting out and loading a dead body in the boot, if that's what you mean.

I think that would have stuck.

Yeah, I'm sure.

(chuckles) Okay, well... Yeah, I think that's it.

(through door): That's been really useful.

Thank you so much for that.

(quietly): You're good.

Sorry?

Nothing.

I'll show you out.

(opens door) (door closes) ♪ ♪ Can I hoover in here now?

(car engine starts outside) Yes.

(loud pounding) And see what she wants.

(drops bucket) I think we talk Friday about my money.

FIONA: I'm sorry.

I, I don't remember any of what you describe.

Quite an unusual night, wouldn't you say?

Quite... memorable.

Under normal circumstances, yes.

How d'you mean?

My father was a police officer.

His father, too.

And Dad always said the day I qualified was the happiest day of his life.

The only problem was, I absolutely hated it.

(humorless chuckle) Um, it wasn't a surprise, I always knew I'd hate it.

I always knew I wasn't copper material.

But I adored my father, so...

Anyway, uh, long before I got the letter confirming my application, I began to drink.

And then when I started the actual training, I began to drink more.

In fact, I was astonished they didn't kick me out.

Um, so that day, the day of the ceremony, as soon as all the guests had left, I just... went for it, pouring anything I could find down my throat to bury the unhappiness.

And I didn't stop for about three more years.

So...

I remember nothing about that night.

And not much about the next few years, to be honest.

My father died in the summer of '91 after a long illness, and I was able to leave without feeling that I'd let him down, and it was only then that I began to get better.

So yes, of course, I should be able to remember what you describe, but I'm sorry, I don't.

Okay.

I'd like to show you a photo of the victim, Matthew Walsh.

♪ ♪ No.

(soft chuckle): Nothing.

Sorry.

No problem, thanks for your time.

(indistinct chatter) Don't worry about knocking.

So, we are not having this conversation.

And we're not having it because, as ever, when I'm accused of something I didn't do, when I'm not given the same benefit of the doubt as a white and maybe less irritating officer would be... (soft chuckle) ...I have to employ unconventional methods to reveal the truth.

Our temp, Lucy Myers, is also, it turns out, the cousin of Tommy Munroe, a fully paid-up member of the EDF who I had the very good fortune of sending down last year for importing 20 keys of Colombian flake.

And now, uh, I think it's fair to say me and him didn't really hit it off, but if what his cousin said to me this morning is any clue, I think Juicy Lucy shares a few of his political inclinations.

LUCY (on phone): 50 measly quid?

You Paki slag.

Get out of my house or I'll get my brothers round here and... (taps phone, recording stops) SUNNY: Yeah, a bit flaky and weird.

I mean, she's never even told her partner that she'd been a copper.

CASSIE (on phone): Serious?

But I keep coming back to the fact that we don't have any real connection yet between Walsh and the other four.

At the moment.

SUNNY: Well, obviously, there's another two to speak to, but we don't even know Walsh was killed that night.

Just he wasn't seen again.

You think he could have died after the last sighting?

My, my point is that we don't know.

I mean, all we've got that's specific to that night is a sighting of a car, possibly Fogerty's, and a man, possibly Sidhu, getting out and heading in the same direction as another man, possibly Walsh.

But was it a chase?

Maybe.

I just want to be sure, given everything that you've said, that we're not heading down a rabbit hole.

Hmm... (cellphone ringing) I got Jake calling.

Let's talk after we've interviewed the other two.

SUNNY: Cool.

Night, Sunny.

SUNNY: Night, boss.

(phone clicks) Hey, Jake, what's up?

JAKE: So we were able to eliminate the writing on six of the fobs.

We had "garden gate," "spare room," two padlocks, "cellar," and then one that just said "SSS."

Now on the off chance, I Googled storage facilities in a five-mile radius of Fogerty's house, and guess what.

Less than half a mile away is a facility called Stow Safe Sound.

Have you called them?

JAKE: Shut for the night now, but we've got to be in with a shout there, haven't we, boss?

FIONA: I screwed up.

Yeah, I guessed that much.

So I'm worried about something in my past that the mortgage company could find out about, which I'm scared could make them decide to withdraw their money, so we couldn't complete and we'd lose our deposit.

What thing in your past?

I'll tell you about that in a minute, but first, I wanted to know if there's a way you could change my name on the mortgage forms.

Change your name?

Use just surname.

Make me Fiona Tomlinson, as if we were married.

Oh, so this thing in your past can't be linked by them to you now.

Yeah.

Okay.

Well... (exhaling) Firstly, almost certainly no.

And even if I could, to be honest with you, I wouldn't.

But more important than that, the mortgage company aren't going to withdraw their loan, Fiona.

They've already approved it, they've already done their credit, legal checks.

I read they can actually still withdraw the funds after exchange if they receive new information.

Okay.

What is it we're talking about?

I have a criminal conviction.

For what?!

I'd prefer not to say.

Fiona...

It's from years ago, and I'm pretty sure it's spent, it's just...

I woke up in a total panic last night that they might do another credit check or something.

And you didn't think maybe to discuss this with me or Geoff before you paid a 50K deposit.

I know.

Fiona, you need to tell me what this is.

I can't, I'm sorry.

Well, all of the checks that would be done have already been done, so...

Unless this is something in the, I don't know, public domain, that they would find out about in the next two weeks?

And what sort of criminal conviction would they withdraw an offer for?

Well, anything money-related, obviously-- please, please, tell me it wasn't fraud.

It wasn't, I swear.

Okay, progress.

So?

So what?

Well, can you help me change the name?

(chuckling): You are just going to refuse to tell me what the conviction was for, are you?

I can't, Mark.

And I presume my brother has got no idea about this.

No.

Okay.

Well...

Even if I could do it, and as I say, I've no idea if it's even possible, but if it was and I did, I'd be putting myself in an incredibly compromising position, Fiona.

I know.

I could lose my license if anyone found out.

I know, and I'm so sorry to ask, it's just, if we lost that money, it could ruin us.

We'd have to sell the house.

It would be a total disaster for us, for the kids.

(sighing): It'd just be awful.

Hm.

♪ ♪ And what would you do for me in return?

♪ ♪ (laughter, chatter, band playing) (band stops, chatter dies down) Evening, everybody.

(applause) So, we've got a fun-filled evening lined up for you.

We've got the auction coming up, and we've got the band playing till midnight.

(scattered cheers) And I've got a very busy evening trying to get round the room to relieve you of your hard-earned dough.

(laughter) (chuckles): But before all of that, I just wanted to say a few quick thank yous.

Firstly, thank you, all, for coming tonight, and for paying a frankly exorbitant amount of money for a table.

(laughter) Secondly, um, I want to say a, a huge thank you to all the staff here.

(cheers and applause) What a brilliant job they do day in, day out for our children.

And lastly, and most importantly, I want to say thank to my son Jack.

Who has, um... ...enriched my life in so many ways.

He's taught me that I'm not the center of the universe-- who knew?

(light laughter) He has taught me to look for joy in the most unexpected places, and he has... ...allowed me to find a, an ease with the world that I, I never thought possible.

And that, that is the most unexpected, extraordinary gift from him.

So... to Jack, and to all our children, we celebrate you.

And to the rest of you, we are coming for your wallets!

(cheers and applause) ♪ ♪ (sniffling) ANNA: And what do you know about it?

About the same as most people, I guess.

You haven't gone online and researched the hell out of it?

No, I knew you'd take care of that.

Fair enough.

(chuckles) Okay, so here's what I found out, then.

I found out that actually, a kid with Down's is not so different.

They might be some physical health things, they might take a little longer to do certain things, there might be a few other challenges along the way, but actually, life can be pretty normal.

But here's the thing, Ram.

Pretty normal's not what I dreamt of all my life.

Pretty normal's not what I want.

(sighs) What I want is actual normal.

I want a child that does all the boring, ordinary things that other kids do.

Not one who attracts well-meaning smiles and, "Haven't they done well, considering?"

I want a child that behaves appallingly when they're a teenager, gets pissed too young, and takes drugs and scares us, and then becomes nice again in their 20s.

I want another life for us, when they're 18 and they leave home...

I want grandkids.

And I am so aware this makes me sound absolutely appalling...

It doesn't make you sound appalling.

But I'm just trying to be honest with you.

I don't think I'm a good enough person to go on that journey, and truthfully... (sighs) I think I would resent that life.

And I'm sure that's a pretty normal reaction.

Was it yours?

No.

So...

If we found out tomorrow, unequivocally, that he-- or she-- had Down's, I'd want to go ahead with the pregnancy.

I mean, in the end, I think it has to be your decision, but if it was down to me, then yeah, I would go ahead.

No doubts at all?

No, not really.

I just know that when the doctor said there was an issue, it never made me want to end it.

I guess you'll have to go with your gut instincts.

I just knew I hated the idea of stopping a life just because it wasn't the perceived idea of perfect.

(clears throat) There's a crack in everything, Anna-- that's how the light gets in.

CLAIRE: And were they as generous as you hoped?

Yeah, they were.

Well, that's lovely.

It was...

It was life-affirming.

♪ ♪ (phones ringing) Change of plan, Claire.

I've got no appointments this morning, so I'm going to go to Aldercroft to help them clean up-- be a couple of hours.

No worries.

(door shuts) Hi, DCI Cassie Stuart.

(indistinct chatter) (engine starting) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ D.I.

Khan, Bishop Street, looking for DCI Sidhu.

(phone ringing) Sidhu.

OFFICER (on phone): Oh, good afternoon, sir.

I've got a detective here from Bishop Street nick.

He'd like to talk to you in connection with a murder investigation.

Historical, apparently.

(indistinct chatter) DEAN: You are good, there, very good.

Mr. Barton?

Hello.

Tracked you down at last.

DCI Cassie Stuart.

I'm investigating an historic murder and I wondered if you had time for a quick chat.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

(puts down chair) Jack, do you want to go over to them?

I'll be back in a minute.

Go with the girls, I'll be back in a couple of minutes.

Yeah, straight through there.

♪ ♪ Morning.

D.I.

Khan.

Thank you.

So, this has to be a first.

What is?

Two of us in the same building.

(chuckles) Wonders will never cease.

Uh, right, yes, indeed, yeah.

So have we met before?

I feel like we've met before.

Um, no, I don't think so.

Maybe at a BPA bash-- your face looks familiar.

Not a member of the BPA, so... Oh, okay.

(light chuckle) Interesting.

(sighs): Anyway... How can I help you?

So I'm part of a team that are, uh, investigating an historical murder.

We're just following up on preliminary leads, and we think you can help us throw some light on the events of an evening some 30 years ago, connected to the victim's death.

30 years ago?

I don't think I was even a police officer 30 years ago-- I certainly wasn't a detective.

Sorry, that's a misunderstanding, it's...

It's not a case that you have any connection with as an officer, it was when you were a civilian-- a police probationer, actually.

As a possible witness to a crime?

We hope so.

Yeah, we're done.

I'm sorry?

(chuckles): You want to interview me, we do it with a brief.

DCI Sidhu...

I would have expected better of you, D.I.

Khan.

Or maybe you're just one of their coconuts.

I'll be in touch.

And whoever sent you from upstairs, tell them nice try, but no cigar.

(door shuts) But just to remind you, this test, even alongside the ultrasound, is not diagnostic.

For a diagnosis, you'd need an amniocentesis.

Obviously, I'm sure you're aware, that does carry a small risk of miscarriage.

Would you offer me an N.I.P.T.

test?

MARTIN: Jenny calls it as she sees it, which can be irritating.

(both chuckle) Sometimes she struggles to understand other people's feelings.

But she's funny, and clever.

And loving.

Good.

You're a lucky man.

Yes, I am.

And she has nothing.

In monetary terms, I mean-- she has no savings, and she rents her little flat, and... Oh...

Given what I know that she'll be doing for me in the next year or so, it felt like, um, a small... Um... (sighs) Recompense?

Recompense-- exactly.

Yes, recompense, thanks, Adam.

I get it, Granddad.

Don't worry, I understand.

(inhales) Well, I knew you would-- thanks, Adam.

So, good health.

(chuckles): Oh, I'm afraid that ship's already left the port.

To youth.

(glasses clink) ♪ ♪ Uh, sorry, no.

No, I mean, it's just-- I do remember Rob.

And that night, of course, how could you not?

Not this lad.

And you have no recollection of Mr. Fogerty stopping the car at any point before he was pulled over?

No.

But, I mean, we'd all had a few, so I can't swear, but... Sure.

So you only actually stayed in the force a few weeks after passing out, Dean.

Yeah.

And why was that?

Just wasn't for me.

I mean, I quickly realized I didn't like taking orders, which is not ideal.

Fair enough.

I don't know that I'd have been particularly good at it.

Didn't feel I had the right sort of brain.

I guess I'm not much of a team player.

Think I'm more of a one-man-band sort of a bloke.

That's a shame-- I mean, you obviously do have leadership skills.

I saw your offices, and your secretary was telling me about your event here last night.

Was she?

Maybe you underestimate yourself.

Maybe.

Never know.

And did you stay in touch with any of them?

No, no, it was just a few weeks of my life.

29, the initial training period was back then.

Yeah, but in comparative terms, it's a very brief window.

I mean, in fact, this is pretty much the first time I've heard any of their names in 30 years.

Hm.

(writing) (warehouse door opening) (seatbelt unclicks) Excuse me, mate.

DC Jake Collier.

Can I have a quick word?

So why would, why would someone do that, do you think, in your experience?

Cut the hands and head off a body.

Usually it's done just prior to disposal.

To obscure identification.

Right, and you reckon what, he just bottled it?

Fogerty?

(sighs): I guess.

You never know, do you, what someone's capable of?

No, you don't.

Thanks for your time, Mr. Barton.

Yeah, pleasure.

♪ ♪ (mouse clicking, keyboard clacking) Yeah, here he is.

Robert Fogerty, 224G.

Rented a space here for...

Eight years!

♪ ♪ (inserts coins, enters number) (phone ringing out, change jingles) (line clicks) (sighs): It's me.

We need to meet.

♪ ♪ (lock opens) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Love?

(drops keys) (crying softly) Hey, come here.

(traffic) FIONA: Liz?

It's Fiona.

Grayson, from Hendon.

What are you doing?

Are you insane?

We need to speak.

Tomorrow, 11:00.

St. Saviour's Park, by the bridge.

Wear a hoodie, don't drive.

Pay for your train ticket in cash.

♪ ♪ SUNNY: He was cagey and prickly, which might indicate something, but, well, I then researched him.

Turns out he has got a 30-year history of being cagey and prickly.

At work?

Multiple misconduct issues: an allegation of using drugs, one of using prostitutes, another one of fabricating evidence.

Loads more, more low-level stuff.

Then how's he still employed?

'Cause he fought and won them all.

Every single one.

He's been very vocal about saying that they were all racially motivated.

So what was he like with you?

Oh, fine, until he realized why I was there, then he pretty much kicked me out.

I maybe lasted two minutes.

Okay, wow.

Yeah, wow.

How was Dean Barton?

Ah, open and friendly and, uh... Rather lovely, actually, although am I just thinking that because he has a disabled son and he does stuff for charity?

Hm.

Give you Jimmy Savile.

Exactly.

Bottom line, though, we've now seen all four of them.

(drops pen) (clears throat) So I do have agendas, you're absolutely right.

Much as I might try and tell myself I don't.

And we don't have any real evidence of anything yet.

But my instinct tells me we're on to something.

Under normal circumstances, I'd say that your instincts were always rock-solid.

But as you say, you've got a lot of things going on for you at the moment.

I just think we need to tread carefully.

Why don't we sleep on it, talk about it in the morning?

I moved in with Sal today.

Might be an idea if I turned up at some point.

Oh, I think that might be a very good idea.

Okay.

Night, Sunny.

Night, boss.

(fiddling with pen) (sighs) (Jake grunting) (panting) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Boss?

I have a witness who can 100% confirm that Walsh was being chased.

By?

He saw two men running after him, one of whom actually called out his name.

One of them knew his name?

Yep.

Any description of the men?

One Asian, one unusually tall.

So a chase changes everything.

A chase suggests, at the very least, that his murder was in some way provoked.

(cellphone ringing) Jake.

Found the rest of him.

♪ ♪ (click) CASSIE: As far as I'm concerned, they're definitely all in the frame now.

You never told me the police had interviewed you.

What did you tell them?

It was 30 years ago!

CASSIE: So you think he could've been capable of breaking the law.

100 percent.

We now have a possible motive.

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