The Sins of the Father New Tricks

# 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. #

Just tell me that again, please.

I recorded Commander Embleton

saying he was responsible for Anthony Kaye's death.

And you have since given that recording to Anthony Kaye's mother?

I thought we were done with Embleton.

I was there when you told him he wasn't worthy of your attention.

-Mrs Kaye deserves to know the truth, Esther.

-I'm not disputing that.

What is she going to do with that recording?

She's going to make one hell of a noise. I know I would.

I need to get to work, I'm late.

As you're just about to lose your job, I should make the most of it.

It might not come to that.

You know it will.

How long have we got?

You make it sound like a death sentence.

I'll stand by you, Brian, whatever happens.

Don't leave me in the dark again.

No more...surprises.

RADIO: 'Mr Bunce was convicted 16 years ago

'of the murder of his wife Lauren, but has always pleaded his innocence.'

-What con doesn't?

-'The evidence given at the trial relied heavily on the blood spatters

'found on Bunce's clothing, which the pathologist said at the time

'was in keeping with Bunce having carried out the fatal stabbing.'

No, no. That wasn't the only evidence we had on him.

Oh! Bollocks!

-Ah-h!

-'This miscarriage of justice...'

"Miscarriage of justice." I'll give you a miscarriage of justice, Scott Bunce getting out of prison.

-Steffan King.

-What's he got to do with it?

Three years after Lauren Bunce was murdered, Steffan King,

the notoriously violent leader of Bunce's ex-gang,

was convicted of stabbing his girlfriend.

What does that prove?

Yeah. Thank you, Brian.

Glad you could join us.

But he is worth investigating, of course.

What is the point?! We know that Bunce murdered his wife!

-And he's now officially a free man. Morning.

-Morning.

-Detective Superintendent Sandra Pullman.

-Steve McAndrew. Hello.

-Hi.

-Hello, Mike.

-Detective Chief Inspector Fleming to you.

-Oh, blimey.

-Well, you know what they say, those who can do, those who can't...

-BOTH:

-End up running the joint.

-Brian Lane.

-Hiya.

-Yeah, Mike was on the original case.

-Yeah, back in the day.

-Yeah, he was at the local nick at the time

and I got him assigned to the investigation.

Mike also went on to investigate and successfully prosecute a number of the gang.

-I've tracked down where most of them are now. If you have any problems...

-Cheers.

Mike is currently working in Special Operations,

but I thought it would be good to hear about what happened from those that were there.

At least Gerry won't be the only one banging on about Bunce being guilty.

-The evidence against him was substantial.

-What did I tell you?

Evidence which has now been reinterpreted.

And that's what we're going to do now, reinterpret the known facts.

HE SIGHS

Scott Bunce was reckoned to be one of the best getaway drivers in London.

But you have to remember that for two years leading up to this,

Bunce and his wife were struggling to cope with the death of their young lad, Joe.

Who was killed in a hit-and-run.

Bunce hit the bottle hard and Joe's death was probably the reason

why he wanted to go back and work for his old gang, bury his head.

Yeah, but his wife Lauren said no way and that led to a big row.

At 7pm they go to their local for a drink.

Lauren left the pub at around 7:30 and picked up her daughter, Lizzie, who was staying at a friend's house.

We talked to three people

who overheard Bunce say in the pub, "I'll bloody kill her when I get home."

Which he did at about 9:15pm.

Yeah. Bunce claimed that he found his wife on the kitchen floor and tried to resuscitate her.

And that's how he got the aspirated blood on him, right?

At the time they thought the blood spatters came from when Lauren was stabbed,

but we now know that the drops of blood came out of her mouth as Bunce was trying to resuscitate her.

This is an expert's theory and that is all.

Bunce then said he saw Lauren's killer run out of the house.

-But their neighbour, Murray Blaker, said he saw Bunce leave the house at...9:20?

-Yeah.

And he didn't see anyone else?

No, just Bunce, covered in blood and holding the knife that killed her.

Bunce swore blind that he saw someone leaving the house that night.

How come the neighbour didn't see anyone else coming out of the house?

Brian and I are going to go to that house and ask him that very question

and I would like you and Steve to talk to Steffan King. Thank you, sir. Cheers, Mike.

OK, Gerry, shotgun, my car.

Blimey! That means I can't smoke.

-You up for a drink later, Gerry?

-Me? Up for a drink?

It's intravenous these days.

-You still going down The Bridge?

-What, at over 100 quid a time? You've got to be kidding.

-How about you?

-Nah, I'd rather watch me grandson play.

I can just see you on a touchline, giving it all that.

-Mr Standing, your carriage awaits.

-I'll give you a bell.

-Yeah.

I can't believe Bunce's daughter is still living in the same house.

Not sure I'd want to live in the house where I saw my father murder my mother, would you?

Out with it, Brian.

Maybe we should get a coffee or something.

-There you go.

-Ta.

Well?

Come on, Brian, we've known each other too long. What's wrong?

I've just been thinking about Mark, you know, me son.

And all those wasted years.

When was the last time you saw him?

Esther still sees him, keeps in touch, you know.

But Mark and I...

I've just been thinking about what there is to come, that's all.

There has to be something more than chasing the missing pieces of an endless bloody jigsaw.

Why don't you go and see Mark?

-No, it's not that easy.

-Just say sorry, Brian.

Maybe that's the piece that's missing?

So Bunce's old gang wanted him back, right?

But they must have known it was Lauren that was stopping him.

No, the gang had nothing to do with Lauren's murder.

Look, look. They have an argument in the pub, right, Lauren leaves,

then Bunce calls the gang, tells them he can't do it.

-I thought you were going to be on my side.

-Just bear with me a minute, Gerry.

Bunce is the best getaway driver in London.

But these guys are serious players, they want Bunce, nobody's going to stop them.

Yeah. But listen, mate, you didn't have to deal with a ten-year-old Lizzie.

-Terrified, she was.

-I thought she didn't actually witness it?

As good as, she came downstairs and saw her dad standing over her mum with a knife in his hand.

-What and she dialled 999, yeah?

-Yeah, that's right. And they played it in court. Bloody horrible it was.

I'm convinced the gang had something to do with this.

What, and they sent Psycho Steff round to have a word?

-Yeah, help persuade her to see it their way. Yeah.

-No.

Look, Gerry, what made sense 16 years ago doesn't work now, you know.

A bit like these poxy lifts. Come on. The last one up the top's a scabby donkey.

Sod that.

The lift's not working, mate.

Sorry, mate.

HE SIGHS

HE GASPS

See...staying hydrated, that's the key.

-HE SIGHS

-Feel my face.

-Do what?

-Feel my face. Here.

-Ah!

-Never mind those. Feel my face. Feel that.

-What?!

-See, smooth as a baby's hydrated bum, that is.

Hello, boys. All right? How are you?

There's a litre and a half of water in that face every day.

-Yeah, I'll have mine with hops and yeast, if it's all the same to you.

-HE SIGHS

I'll give you this, Gerry,

even though they've re-evaluated the forensics, I can still see why you went for Bunce as the murderer.

Very kind of you. What number is it?

Er...it's 916.

We went for Bunce, as you call it, because he was, and still is, guilty of murder.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah. OK.

-Yeah.

Oh, here we go. There you are. Go on.

Steff! It's your old mate, Gerry Standing.

-KNOCKING

-Steffan!

Tell you what, pal, give us a bell when you've got a minute.

-Who's the next port of call?

-I don't know. How many are there?

-Here you go.

-Cor!

Cor! I know what this is, this is keep Gerry Standing well out of the way.

-Gerry, come on, this is a legitimate line of inquiry, OK?

-It's a wild-goose chase.

According to the prison file, she never once wrote or visited her father in prison.

Can you blame her? As far as she was concerned, he'd murdered her mother.

I wonder how she'll feel now he's been released?

The neighbour's in.

Can't you two read? Being journalists, I guess not.

"Private...property."

-Murray Blaker?

-I've made it clear to all the nationals,

if you want my exclusive, you can just...

We're from UCOS. Unsolved Crimes and Open Case Squad.

My name's Brian Lane. This is Detective Superintendent Pullman.

I thought you were press. Well, they've been harassing us both for days now.

Well, either way, Lizzie won't want to talk.

You gave evidence against Mr Bunce.

I went to court. Told them what I saw, what I witnessed.

That defence barrister tried to make me look like an idiot, but I know what I saw.

She was a lovely woman. I don't know what she saw in him.

Lizzie, I'm Sandra Pullman. I'm a police officer.

I know this is really difficult for you but, as you know,

your dad has won his appeal and he's now been released from prison.

As a consequence, the investigation into your mother's murder has been reopened and I was just wondering...

Why have they let him out?

My father is a murderer.

Lizzie, in the files it said

that you went to go and live with your grandparents for a while. Is that right?

Yeah.

But I wanted to be here.

I know that must seem strange, but...when I was younger...

Mum was...here, watching me, looking over me.

I don't think that now.

She's not here now. I know that. Just...when I was a kid...

I felt the same when my father died.

My grandmother's in a home now.

I try to see her as much as I can, but...

Is your neighbour always like this?

He's scared.

Of my dad.

Ever since Dad destroyed Mr Blaker's prize roses, it's been war.

-When did this happen?

-It was just after we first moved here.

Mr Blaker had these really tall bushes, leylandii.

He refused to cut 'em down, so...

My dad said, "What's the point in moving out here if you can't see the sun in the morning?"

-And he cut them down?

-Well, he poured industrial bleach in all the roots.

Killed nearly everything in Mr Blaker's garden.

What did you want to ask me?

The night that...that your mother was killed...

Yeah, I told the policeman everything then. Nothing's changed.

-Well, we know that night, that your mum and dad had a big argument in the pub.

-Yeah.

At the time, your father said that he thought your mother was seeing someone else.

Yeah, well, he was wrong! My mother would never do anything like that.

My mum loved my dad with all her heart.

So...why do you think he killed her?

After Joe died...nothing was the same.

It...

it was like just everyone stopped talking and started shouting and crying and...

< No! Stay away from me!

You lying bastard!

-Police! Police!

-If you saw me, how come you never saw the killer?

-Help!

-Eh? Just explain it to me, yeah!

Gerry, stay there!

Steve, get after him!

-What's going on?

-Lizzie, go back inside.

Your father's come back to murder me, now!

-Steve, you go that way.

-OK.

What did you get for making the biggest mistake of my life? Hmm?

Promotion? Pay rise?

-16 years of freedom?

-You're out on a technicality and well you know it.

Oh, yeah, and there was me thinking the whole case had been reopened.

Oh, it has, but it'll come to the same conclusion.

Scott, you've just been released, don't give us any excuse to put you back inside.

You lot think I did it no matter what.

-That is not true, we're already following other lines of inquiry.

-Oh, yeah? Who exactly?

-We went to see Steffan King this morning.

-You think Psycho Steff did it?!

No, I don't, cos I know you did it!

Gerry! Now, why did you go for your neighbour just now? Do you think he killed Lauren?

If I'd have been going after Blaker, I would have got him, don't you worry about that.

No, I wanted to speak to him, cos I wanted to know why he told you lot all those years ago

that I was the only one he saw running out of the house.

-Cos there wasn't anybody else.

-What the bloody hell do you think I was doing, eh?

I come back from the pub, find Lauren on the kitchen floor,

try and save her and then decide to try and make a run for it,

only to change my mind and come walking back home into the arms of PC Plod?

It didn't make sense then and makes even less sense now!

You stabbed her, you panicked, you ran, simple as!

I've just done 16 years for a crime I did not commit.

And I come home...and I just want to speak to my daughter.

She saw you kill your wife!

So arrest me, then!

He blames me...I know he does.

-I told the police what I saw.

-Your father was convicted with the help of forensic evidence,

-not just because of what you saw.

-Yeah, forensic evidence that turns out to be wrong.

Please...you've got to stop him coming here.

Look, I'll put a call into the local station and see if they can keep an eye out.

-How does that sound?

-Yeah.

And I'll give you my card. If you want to call.

Any time. All right?

Thanks.

-How is she?

-She's terrified he's going to come back.

-I'm going to give her my number. What did Mr Blaker say?

-Muttering on about a Greek tragedy.

-The night of the murder?

-He saw Bunce but nobody else.

What are you two doing here?

Shouldn't you be asking what Bunce is doing here?

-Did you catch up with him?

-Yeah, still protesting his innocence.

Because, in the eyes of the law, he is innocent.

Yeah, and we know she wears a blindfold.

-Steffan King, did you speak to him?

-King's got nothing to do with it.

-That's a no, then, is it?

-He wasn't in.

-Sandra, look, you don't understand.

-Oh, I think I do.

-My reputation's on the line here!

-No, Gerry, it's not.

Well, that's what it feels like, that somehow all those years ago, I got it wrong.

You're the officer who was here that night.

You said you'd put my father away for ever.

That he'd never come back!

I should never have grassed on him!

-Do you want to take the bags in?

-Yeah.

I'll bring in the cot.

Mark?

Mark? Mark!

Hey! Oh! Oh, bloody...!

-What are you doing?!

-What am I doing? What are you doing?

-Are you ignoring me?

-I'm not.

-Well, I was shouting. Could you not hear me?

-Why are you here?

What's that, a cot?

Bloody hell! Is Christina...?

-Does your mother know?

-No-one knows. It's not been 12 weeks yet.

-What, and you've got yourself a cot already?

-I saw it on eBay.

Why are you wasting your money on eBay?

-We've still got your old cot in the loft, I could...

-Look, what are you doing here?

I was just passing, you know.

I thought I'd call in, see how you were doing.

Yeah, well, we're fine.

Don't tell Mum about the baby.

-Why not?

-Because I want to tell her.

-I'll give you a hand to put those up.

-I don't need a hand, thanks.

-They can be tricky those.

-I haven't seen you in years.

-Well, I'm here now?

Yeah, you are.

-Mark, who are you talking to?

-No-one.

-Gerry.

-Hello, mate.

-Someone was looking for you.

-Yeah? Blonde or bailiff?

Said he'd come back later.

Cheers.

Nice cup of tea?

Or a nice cup of coffee?

-MIMICS TOMMY COOPER

-Tea, coffee? Coffee, tea? Gottle of geer?

Now there's an idea.

MIMICS TOMMY COOPER'S LAUGH

Nice gottle of geer. Nice gottle of geer.

PHONE TEXT ALERT

No, I didn't have an accident six weeks ago, but somebody will if you keep bloody texting me!

How'd they get my number? Why am I talking to meself?

Getting like my dad. "They're coming to get me, Gerald. They're coming to get me."

DOOR BELL RINGS

Blimey! Maybe they are.

Oh.

What do you want?

Oh, hi. Don't mind if I do. Thanks a lot.

-HE HUMS TO HIMSELF

-Hey, nice place you've got here.

Brilliant.

-How'd you get through the gate?

-HE HUMS TO HIMSELF

-Oi! I'm talking!

-Oh, sorry. What?

-How'd you get through the gate?

-Someone was going out and I just slipped in, you know.

-Oh.

-What time are we meeting Mike?

-Didn't know you were invited.

-Didn't know you were into Man Ray.

-Yeah, can't get enough of him. It.

I've got exactly the same one at my place.

-Have you?

-Gerry, you were there. My flat in Glasgow, remember?

-Oh, yeah.

-Yeah.

-BOTH:

-Great minds, eh?

-Oh, blimey!

-Oops!

-I'll get meself a beer.

-Good show.

-Sit down, make yourself at home.

-Hmm.

Why didn't you phone me?

I went round to Mark's.

Mark? Our Mark?

Yeah. Waste of bloody time it was, an' all.

What have you been saying now?

You're going to be a grandmother.

But I never told you, right?

-Well, we can't move out of London now.

-Who said we were?

Oh, this is heaven-sent.

It's Mark's baby, not the Second Coming.

Besides, he made it quite plain he wants nothing to do me.

-But this is our chance.

-For what?

To be a...proper family.

Did anyone say anything about you recording Embleton?

No, not yet.

Well, maybe everything'll be all right.

I want to be Nana, not Granny. I don't like Granny.

And you can be Popsie!

So, what's the Yard saying about the Bunce case?

Another high-profile miscarriage of justice is the last thing they need right now.

Well, a change of an expert opinion is hardly their fault.

Shot. So, you think Bunce is guilty?

It doesn't matter what I think.

The important thing is that we're seen to be doing what we're doing.

Crossing the Ts and dotting the Is.

Letting the investigation run its course.

That's good.

Chances are they might find Bunce guilty all over again.

-Another game?

-Yeah.

-Thanks.

-How can something you absolutely know to be true turn out not to be?

When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies.

Yeah, but that's different!

You think you know someone, you know, you have absolute faith, belief in them

and then one day they just...

That kind of thing ever happen to you?

Do you remember when Prince Charles and Lady Di got engaged?

They were being interviewed, right, and somebody said to them, "So are you really in love?"

And she said, "Yes." And he said, "Whatever love is."

-What, you telling me you've never been in love?

-Me?

Yeah, hundreds of times. At least I thought I was.

Uh-huh. Definitely. DOOR OPENS

-Here we go. Mike?

-Hi, Mike.

-Steve, good to see you.

-What can I get you?

-No, my round.

-No, let me get this. What you after?

-Oh, a pint of lager. Cheers.

-OK.

-Oh, you haven't been to the gym, have you?

-I've been playing fives with Bob Strickland.

-Fives with Bobby?

-Yeah. All the posh boys play it.

-My old chief got me into it.

-So that's how you get promotion!

As long as you let 'em win. BOTH LAUGH

-Listen, good to be working with you again, mate.

-Yeah. Like old times.

-There you go, Mike.

-Cheers.

So, how's it all going, then?

Well, I've seen Bunce.

Yeah, and...?

Like a couple caged animals, practically had to tear them apart.

Same old Gerry Standing.

You still married?

I can't remember who I was with then. Nah, there's probably been a couple since.

Same old Gerry Standing.

-Cheers, boys.

-Cheers, Mike.

-Cheers.

SHE SINGS TO HERSELF

Do you think I should wait for Mark to call me or should I...

Oh...Brian!

Me and Charlotte talk to each other, I see the kids all the time. It's worked out fine.

Well, it's the copper's curse, in't it?

-Ah, these things happen.

-Yeah, Steve's looking for his son.

-Oh, yeah.

-Hmm. Has he gone missing?

-He's with his mother somewhere.

-How's it going? PHONE RINGS

-Oh...got a few leads, yeah.

-Hello?

-Gerry, where are the keys?

-Brian, what are you doing at the office?

-In Lauren's handbag there was a set of keys.

-Yeah, we know there were a set of keys, Brian,

-we didn't think they were relevant.

-So where are they?

-How the bloody hell do I know?

-Well, they're missing. Somebody's taken them.

Brian, they probably just got lost. This is the Met we're talking about.

Well, either way, they're supposed to be there and they're bloody well not!

-What's he on about? What keys?

-We found a set of keys in Lauren's handbag

and they couldn't be identified. Now he thinks they are going to be the key to opening the case.

-Here we go, boys. One for the road.

-Well done. Cheers.

-Look at that one.

-Oh, yeah.

-Dad?

-Hello, son.

-I told Mum I didn't want you...

I know you don't want me to have anything to do with you or the baby, I understand that.

It's not just that, you think you can just turn up as if nothing happened.

Mark, I made one mistake. I swore I wouldn't have another drink

and, eh, guess what, I'm human, I succumbed.

-It's not about that!

-No, you're right. That's not why I'm here.

Do you have any idea what kind of father you were? Or failed to be?

-I'm sure you're going to make a much better job of it.

-I should bloody hope so.

Well, if it's any consolation, son, so do I. All right?

Is that it? Are we all best mates now?

-Brian?

-What the...?!

Meeting up behind me back now, are we?

-No, of course not. But I'm really glad you're here.

-You're the only one who is.

I want you two to talk to each other, sort things out. Come on.

-He's just said he's not interested in doing any of that.

-Brian.

-Are you still in possession of my lathe?

-Is that really why you've come?

Well, yes! It's mine and I need to use it.

It's not yours. You gave it to me when Mum threatened to leave you

-cos you spent so long in the bloody shed.

-Did I hell!

Anyway, I need to use it. And the bits, of course.

HE SIGHS Oh, don't tell me you've took them out?

I don't believe this!

-Brian!

-The lathe, yes or no?

-SHE SIGHS

-Here. Come on, you put this on.

And I'm so sorry, pet.

I really was hoping he was going to talk to you. He was going on and on about becoming a granddad.

-So he did tell you?

-Oh. Yes, he did.

-I wanted to be the one.

-He was so excited.

-When are you going to stop protecting him, Mum?

-He means well.

-No, he doesn't, he just wants things his own way.

He always has. "It's my way or no way." He's a stubborn old...

-What the hell have you done to my lathe?!

-It's not your lathe.

-What's wrong with it?

-It's not working, that's what's wrong with it.

-Have you plugged it in?

-What's it doing not plugged in?

What are you trying to do, Brian?

-I need to cut these keys.

-And you want to use the lathe?

Well, if it was working, I might have half a chance.

You don't want the lathe. Bloody hell! You need the Strommen for something like this.

-Eh?

-The Strommen that we gave you last Christmas?

-You gave him a what?

If you want a proper job doing, I'll go get it for you.

Go on, then. But I've not got all day.

I don't believe you, Brian Lane. Coming round here...

-Well, it's working, isn't it?

-What is?

-Me son's talking to me.

-Shouting at you, more like.

-I'll take what I can get.

I don't know what game it is you're playing, but I fully intend to be a full-time grandparent.

With or without you.

Well, that's what I want.

Well, then tell him. He's the one who needs to hear!

-I keep trying, Esther.

-Well, try a bit harder. It might be your last chance.

Here we go.

What, have you changed your mind now?

I've been a bloody awful father.

I was never there when you needed me.

If I wasn't working, I was drunk.

Or both at the same time.

And I'm deeply ashamed about that.

Believe me, if I could turn the clock back, I would.

I swear it, Mark.

I'm just asking you for another chance.

I know I don't deserve it, but...

Do you know how it works? The Strommen?

I suppose you plug the plug in first, do you?

Bloody hell! Come here.

I'm sorry, would you mind repeating that?

Your client has a recording of Commander Embleton saying what, exactly?

And you say she got this from Brian Lane?

TOOL WHIRS

There you go.

-Hmm. Not bad, considering.

-What do you mean?

-They're perfect.

-They will be if they work.

-Where are they for?

-They're part of a murder investigation.

How unusual, your work coming before everything else(!)

-A man was wrongly accused!

-I'm sure he was, I'm sure you'll catch whoever did it.

You solve everyone else's problems, Dad, but never your own.

Win some, lose some.

Well, it's a start.

Argh!

-HE SINGS ALONG TO THE RADIO

-# Hit me with your rhythm stick

# Hit me, hit me hit me Je t'adore, Ich liebe dich

-# Hit me, hit me, hit me! #

-PHONE RINGS

Ow! Shit!

-PHONE RINGS

-Morning, Guv'nor

Get over to the Churchill Estate. Steffan King was attacked last night.

-Ma'am.

-Mr Blaker.

Identity theft. You can never be too careful.

Good morning. Did you have a good night?

Yes. Thank you.

-The police were outside, so...

-Yeah. Good. Could I have a word?

-What's happened?

-Let's go inside, shall we?

-Lizzie, have you heard from your father at all?

-No.

Do you remember an old gang member of his, somebody called Steffan King?

Erm...no.

They all came round for a while, then my grandparents

made it clear that they didn't want nothing to do with them. So...

What's happened?

There's been an incident. Steffan King was attacked last night.

-And you think my father did it?

-No, we have no idea.

Why else would you be here?

I knew they should never have let him out.

I knew it. I told you.

Everything's all right, Lizzie. The police are outside,

we're doing everything we can to find your father.

-PHONE RINGS

-Excuse me.

-Gerry.

-Looks like he was battered with his own baseball bat.

Well, who do you think?

No, they're checking the CCTV, but Bunce was definitely here last night.

And I don't think he just popped in for a cup of tea.

OK, cheers. Bye.

It was him, wasn't it?

The police are looking for him.

Were you close to your dad?

To my dad? Yes, I was.

Yeah, so was I.

I loved him, but when Joe died he...he didn't want to know me.

He didn't want to know anyone.

Well, grief can be like that.

It makes you say and do things you don't really mean.

Will you stay with me? I feel safer with you.

You'll be fine, Lizzie.

You didn't see my dad that night. With the knife.

Blood. The look on his face.

The noise coming out of his mouth.

He's coming to get me.

I saw him.

He was right here.

He was standing over Mum and...

I saw the blood. It was all over his shirt.

His face. And I thought he was going to kill me.

But when I opened my eyes, he was gone.

Out the door.

And when I saw Mum...

-Mum! Mum!

-All right, Lizzie.

-SHE SOBS

It's OK. It's OK.

-I saw him! I saw...

-What?

< DOOR OPENS

-Lizzie.

-No! No!

-No, Lizzie, wait!

Wait! I just want to speak to you!

-Lizzie!

-Shit!

Lizzie, darling, I ain't going to hurt you.

-Lizzie, please!

-Shut the door!

I'm not going to hurt you. Lizzie!

Lizzie, listen to me. You've got to believe me.

I am not the man you think I am.

And I've spent the last 16 years wishing I'd never let her go home that night.

I was so stupid! So stubborn!

I don't feel safe.

Can I help you, Mr Lane.

-Mr Lane?

-HE SIGHS

-Lizzie, listen to me. You've got to believe me.

-Sir?

-I think Bunce has got in round the back.

-Right.

-Get some back-up.

-Will do, sir.

It's PC6374 requiring back-up. Yeah, the Bunces household.

As soon as possible. Over.

I don't blame you, Lizzie. I never did.

-It was all because of Joe.

-HE SOBS

If we hadn't let him go out on his bike that day, he'd never have been hit by that car!

-Scott?

-What?!

-I'm with the police.

-You just stay out of this! I just want to talk!

-I'm listening.

-Not to you!

-I'm very close to finding out who killed your wife.

-Bollocks you are!

Do you want to go inside for another 16 years?

-I will if I have to!

-What about Lizzie?

-What about her?

-Well, I know it can't have been easy not seeing her all that time,

watching her grow up, school, college, boyfriends.

Do you want another 16 years?

Do you have any idea what it is like to be locked up for something you didn't do?

And have everyone you ever knew, ever loved,

think that you are capable of killing the one person

who really knew you and loved you with all her heart! Eh?

Lizzie is my little girl!

And she is all I've got!

-And...I just want to talk to her.

-Stop! Stop!

I can't imagine what that was like, bloody awful.

But I do know what it is to not be there when your child needs you.

And no matter how old they get, they always need you.

And I know this...you need them back.

I didn't kill...Lauren!

Lizzie, I tried to save her!

I saw someone running from the house.

Scott...I believe you.

And I promise you, I'm going to do everything in my power to prove it.

-He must have known he'd be seen.

-He's been inside for 16 years,

back then everything we did wasn't being watched and recorded.

Ooh. I bet the CCTV in the lift hasn't been seen.

-Oh, yeah.

-There's CCTV in the lift?

-Yeah, they were putting it in yesterday. I'll give 'em a call.

-Where's Bunce now?

-Being booked in.

Oh, that's a point. Should I phone Mike and see if he wants to sit in?

I'm meant to be playing fives with him. I'll call him to cancel and tell him what we've got.

Oh, hello. Here he is.

-The hero of the hour.

-So how did you talk him down?

-Oh, give over.

-Here.

-Oh, you found 'em?

-No, I cut some copies myself.

-You're joking.

And guess what, they don't fit.

Look, I told you, they weren't relevant.

Evidence doesn't go missing without a good reason.

Why did you go round to Steffan King's flat?

I've told you, I wanted to know if he'd killed Lauren.

-But...he wasn't in.

-No.

The cuts and bruises to your hands, how were they caused?

Brick wall, my fists.

Self inflicted. I've been doing it for 16 years.

How did you know where he lived?

I made a few calls.

Had you always suspected he was responsible for Lauren's death?

No. She would never have let him in.

So why did you go round there?

Because Gerry Standing told me he was investigating him

and I know you people don't go to the trouble of trying to nail a murder conviction on someone

if you didn't believe they've done it. How is Psycho, by the way?

Unconscious but not critical.

So when he comes round, I can walk out of here.

At the house you said you blamed Joe, why?

I didn't mean it like that.

It's just...when Joe was killed,

it tore me and Lauren to pieces.

His death...ripped a hole in me

that has never gone away and it never will.

Lauren, too.

People tried to help.

Family, friends.

Even Psycho did his best.

Mike was great. He...he really seemed to understand

what me and Lauren was going through.

He's one of the only coppers I ever met, who I actually got on with.

-Mike? Mike Fleming?

-Yeah.

He was our family liaison officer.

Oh, he did what he could to help, I suppose.

And he was...he was always there for us.

Seven days a week, 24 hours.

HE HOLLERS

Mike!

Look.

CCTV from the lift.

Now, you can't see his face, but he's got a sports bag.

And these keys that Brian cut.

They wouldn't fit in the front door of your old flat, I don't suppose?

You see the problem I've got, is that I hate to get it wrong.

I know it's only human...but I really hate it and I trusted you.

I really got it wrong.

When one of our own lies and cheats like...

Ah... Boys!

Lauren and I first met after Joe had been killed in a hit-and-run.

I was a young copper trying to do my best and...we got close.

She was vulnerable and I...

It was deeply unprofessional, but these things happen and we fell in love.

I know I did.

After about a year, she said no more and that hurt but what could I do?

And then, six weeks later, out of the blue,

she calls me and says, "Please, come round, Mike. Please! I need you."

And that was the night of the murder?

She and Scott had gone to the pub, had an argument and she'd had enough of him and suddenly she wanted me.

Is that what she told you or is that what you assumed?

She told me she loved me and I believed her.

But when I went round to the house, she was drinking and emotional and...

I told her, "Come with me. Just pack your bags!"

But...Lizzie was asleep upstairs and she didn't want to leave her.

-So what'd you do, threaten her?

-I never threatened her!

I thought I knew what was best. I thought that Scott was going to come back and hurt her!

I wanted to help her!

-Protect her.

-And that's what you failed to do.

I don't know how it happened.

How she was holding the knife.

I tried to get it off her, but she told me to get off.

And...I was trying to get the knife off her. I was holding the handle.

But she was pulling it towards her and it ended up,

the knife ended up in her stomach and... She stabbed herself!

And...the blood!

And then Scott was coming through the front door and I ran to get my jacket.

So what Bunce said about coming home, finding her and trying to save her...was all true?

I ran out of the house and he came after me.

I ran down the street and through the alley.

Scott was chasing me but I was quicker and...I managed to get away.

To think I welcomed you to the team.

I thought you'd be an asset to the investigation.

It was an accident.

An accident that has seen an innocent man serve 16 years for a crime he didn't commit.

Wait! Wait! Look...

I just wanted to apologise to you for what I did to your garden all these years ago.

So...

You admit it was you?

Was that why?

Was that why you wouldn't admit to seeing Mike Fleming running out of my house after he murdered Lauren?

-I didn't see him.

-But you did see me?

Look...Scott.

It was dark.

I told them what I thought I saw.

DOOR OPENS

Dad?

It's... all right. It's all right.

-I'm so sorry.

-It's not your fault! It's not your fault. It never was.

Come here.

I knew the keys were important.

He gave them to Lauren a few months earlier in the hope

that she would leave Bunce and go and live with him.

Why did he bother taking 'em back? Nobody would have known they were his.

Ah, yeah, but he didn't reckon with the superhero, Brian Lane, king of the key cutters.

ALL LAUGH

-Brian, a word. You too, Sandra.

-What?

Just say what you've got to say.

If it's all the same to you, I think this would be better dealt with in my office.

Brian, what's going on? What's happened?

Tell them.

-I really don't think...

-Just tell them! Get it over with.

Brian recorded Commander Embleton saying he couldn't give a damn about Anthony Kaye

or the fact that he died in custody in the way that he did and he...

I gave the tape to Anthony Kaye's mother.

Oh, bloody hell!

-Brian, did you understand what you were...?

-Yes, I knew what I was doing.

Brian, why didn't you talk to me?

I'm sorry.

But what's done is done and I'm not sorry about that.

Mrs Kaye had a right to know what happened to her son.

Then you give me no option, Brian.

You will leave this building and you will no longer be a member of UCOS.

Fine.

Why didn't you investigate this using proper police procedures?

And what would have happened?

They'd have been a long, drawn out internal enquiry.

And then somebody would have said "Oh, what's the point? Embleton's retired, let it go."

And Mrs Kaye would never have known.

But I would have known.

And I'd have had to live with that for the rest of me life.

And I've got enough on me plate as it is, thank you very much.

So, do you intend to stand by your evidence

and give a witness statement about what you heard Commander Embleton say?

Yes.

That is my intention.

Clear your desk.

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