Roots New Tricks

THEY SPEAK THEIR OWN LANGUAGE

THEY TOAST IN THEIR OWN LANGUAGE

Chica?

METALLIC CLANG

Semyon?

EXPLOSION

SHOUTING

Sasha?

Anna, it's OK. It's OK. Shh, shh, shh.

HE SPEAKS HIS OWN LANGUAGE

All five of them, sir, yeah.

Well, Todorov was a bit put out but he seems to be seeing sense now, sir.

Well, I thought that UCOS still had a short list?

Oh, right. I see.

Me? Are you sure?

No, I'm excited about the prospect, sir. Yep.

OK, all right. Thank you. Thanks, sir.

Bye-bye.

Shit!

# 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 gettin' to the end of the day. #

What time do you make it?

-Ten.

-No. I mean exact time.

All right. One minute to.

49, 48, 47.

All right, all right.

So, come on, what do we think? Is she the real deal?

Is she here on merit?

Kidnap Unit? Serious Crime Squad? She's got to be.

But is she here for the long haul, though?

-I mean, we don't know her, do we?

-Never even heard of her?

I've heard of her, yeah. She's, what? 40ish? Big girl.

I say big...heavy. 15 stone.

-Lives in a commune.

-Commune?

-Just women. No men.

-15 stone?

Oh, my God!

-Morning.

-Morning, sir.

I'd like to introduce you to DCI Sasha Miller.

She's celebrating a promotion today as well as her appointment

as the head the Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad

-It's lovely to meet you all.

-Steve McAndrew. Hello.

-Ex-Glasgow CID?

-That's right.

-My son's at uni there. He's having a great time.

-It's a great town.

Dan Griffin.

Dan or Danny? HE HESITATES

I like Dan. It's lovely to meet you.

-Hiya.

-You must be Gerry Standing. I've heard lots about you.

Only good things, I hope.

Very, very good.

-DCI Miller has spent...

-Oh, hold on. Sasha, please.

-OK.

Sasha has spent the last week or so getting to grips with UCOS's background, its MO and ethos.

She's tremendously impressed by the Unit's track record

so she's eager to get going.

So...how do you want to start?

Well, this is interesting.

Only came in yesterday.

Oh, yeah. Italian immigrant.

Killed 25 years ago on an allotment.

-Allotment?

-Oh, and then this turned up last week. Murder weapon.

Only problem is, so did an unexploded bomb.

I don't think this is the appropriate case for you...

No, no, no. This is very interesting.

The bomb hasn't been diffused, by the way.

And the case is 25 years old.

Sure. But now you've got this murder weapon...

Don't you want to see your office? It's just through here.

Yeah, yeah. Looks great.

-Shall we go? Are you OK in my car?

-Yeah, yeah, all right.

Sure, yeah.

15 stone!

January 1988. Alessandro Manzini, 65. He'd been drinking.

He's knifed in the throat

and his body stuffed upside-down in a water butt,

which then freezes solid overnight as the temperature drops below zero.

Has to be thawed out before the PM can take place.

Don't get one of these every day of the week.

So...what do you think?

-BANG!

-Oh, shit!

-Oh, looks like a cut and burn.

-A what?

They burn out the explosive from inside, sometimes it gets too hot.

Bang!

-Hiya.

-Oh, you must be the guys from UCOS.

-Yeah. Gerry Standing.

-Steve McAndrew. Hello.

-Dan Griffin.

-Dicky Smith. Plot-holders' Association.

I handle the day to day running of the place.

DCI Sasha Miller. Hi.

-Interesting day.

-Yeah. There's a left-over present from Jerry.

At least they didn't have to blow the whole place up.

This is Giulietta, Mr Manzini's daughter.

Her husband, Alberto's a fellow committee member.

I'm sorry. This must be distressing for you, even after all this time.

Not if it means finding out who killed my father.

The knife? You identified this knife as belonging to him.

Yeah, I bought it a few days before he died.

It was a birthday present.

But you don't know where it was found?

Army swept a whole chunk of the place trying to find any more of Jerry's calling cards.

Anything they found, anything metal,

they dug up and just put in a heap over there.

The original investigation found that...

Listen, listen. The plot-holders who are here now, I mean,

some of them must have been on the allotment back then?

Yeah, yeah. I mean, I was.

Giulietta used to help your dad. There's Ray Barlow...

Alberto used to work with his father.

He still does. Mo's... Massimo is Italian like Alessandro.

They were very good friends.

Massimo, the original investigation

found that there had been problems on the allotments.

That things have been stolen, windows were smashed.

You and Alessandro, you seem to have suffered the most

but you didn't say anything. Why?

We were outsiders, you understand?

Also we don't use the allotment like the English.

Our wives and children come not just to help but to eat,

drink, make fun.

Many of the people, they don't like what we plant -

chillies, radicchio, rucola.

They say, "That stuff won't work here." Ha! It grows like mad.

They don't like it. Me and Alessandro, we win the competitions.

They don't like it.

If you thought it was someone at the allotments

why didn't you say so at the time?

-My son is born here. I am not.

-Papa.

-No, no, it is different now.

Now everyone loves Italians.

Then...they hate us.

Even in '88 some still hate us for the war.

Racism? Dicky Smith's not a racist!

-He did call the Germans Jerry, Gerry?

-Oh, please!

Look, I played on bombsites all the time when I was a kid,

it doesn't mean I want to kill every German I meet.

And what about him and Alberto? They're mates.

Yeah, but Alberto's second generation.

All right, so Dicky's Smith did do this,

how come he not shitting himself now that the knife's turned up?

He couldn't care less at the murder weapon just lying around.

The knife's rusty and covered in mud.

The labs think it's been underground for a long time.

The point is, the killer sticks the knife in a bloke's throat, right?

Picks him up, turns him upside-down and puts him in a water barrel.

-Dicky Smith can hardly walk!

-Butt.

-But what?

Not a barrel, it's a butt.

-The bloke who did this...

-Or woman.

The person who killed Manzini has got to be bonkers.

He's a psycho, right? Do you get that feeling from Dicky Smith? No!

Now, this is deliberate.

I've not come across many knives in the throat.

Slashed across it maybe but in, like that, no.

And then his body's tipped head first upside-down into a butt of water.

Now, that's deliberate, not random. Specific. It's kind of like a...

-A ritual?

-Ritual?

-Raymond Peter Barlow.

Now, the murder team had a word with him back in '88.

Dicky said he still has an allotment.

He was arrested 21st June 1997 for assaulting a police officer

at Stonehenge during the summer solstice.

Fined £2,000. He's a druid.

A truck-driving druid, eh? Can't be hard to find.

See you later, then.

-Giulietta. Hi.

-Hi.

-Have you got a minute?

-Yeah, sure. Sit down.

-Thanks.

-Coffee?

-Cappuccino would be great. Thank you.

-Albie, due cappuccino.

-Busy place.

-Always busy. Used to be my dad's.

It took him and my mum years to scrape the money together

but they managed it and now it's a local institution.

What was he like, your father?

Decent. Hard working.

He only left Italy after the war because there were just no jobs.

He met my mum in a Lyons corner house

but he thought the food and drink were shocking.

She said he only opened a cafe so he could get a decent cup of coffee.

Mum never got over it.

I was still at home. I'd just got engaged.

My father had been at the allotment then came back for lunch,

had a bit to drink then went for a walk.

I stayed at my friend Angela's that night.

Mum went to bed early. She didn't know.

I'm sorry.

Giulietta, tell me about Ray Barlow? How'd your dad get on with Ray?

-What, Moonlight Ray?

-Albie.

Seriously.

He plants at night.

-You know he's a...

-He and my father got on fine.

-Your dad used to piss himself.

-Ray Barlow plants at night?

Used to do it any old night, apparently.

But then when he come back it had to be by the light of the moon!

It's quite common. A lot of people think that the moon affects

-when you should plant things.

-What do you mean, when he came back?

He moved away about a year after your dad died.

Only been back the last five years.

Don't get me wrong, Ray's a nice enough bloke

but you've got to admit, darling, he is a bit odd.

In case you hadn't noticed, I'm also a truck driver.

And how does that fit in with your druidic work?

Druidism is a calling, not a job.

And what was it calling you to do in June '97

when you punched Police Constable Dredge in the face?

The police at Stonehenge were intent

on preventing us practise our religious rites.

You'd been told not to turn up.

Two wrongs don't make a right.

-Is that supposed to be funny?

-It's been a long day.

Listen, in 1988 Alessandro Manzini was murdered.

Now, according to the tachograph in your cab,

-you were driving your truck that day.

-Correct.

But that was before digital machines was introduced, am I right?

-Meaning what?

-Meaning the old tachographs were unreliable.

They could be recalibrated. They could be fixed.

Are you looking at me for the old man's murder?

-You're having a laugh!

-Not even deep down inside.

I was in Scotland when Manzini died. My tachograph checked out A-OK!

Where's this coming from?

So I punched a copper, I'm a villain,

I'm a druid so I'm a nutter.

You people are crap. You know nothing.

That's not strictly true, Ray.

For example, I know Julius Caesar wrote that Celtic druids

-practised human sacrifice.

-HE LAUGHS

-Been a long day for you as well, has it?

-Is he for real?

Listen, did you have any trouble

with anybody on the allotment in the past?

No, I'm not saying any more.

You want to talk more, talk to my solicitor.

Of course, you've got one.

We'll be in touch, Ray.

Julius Caesar?

History Of The Gallic Wars, Book Six.

-Geotropism.

-What?

The effect of gravity upon the growth of plants.

Some people believe that a waxing or waning moon

can have a positive effect on germination and plant growth.

No wonder Manzini pissed himself laughing.

Did anyone ever say whether he actually laughed in Barlow's face?

Giulietta says it was a long time ago.

So...you got this bloke who punches a copper who's stopping him

watch the sun come up,

a truck-driving druid who plants things at night

and who's got a criminal record for violence.

What's not to like?

Did you say that the killing was like a ritual.

No, no, he said that. What I said...

Anyway, regardless of that,

we haven't pinned the knife on anyone yet, let alone Barlow.

Forensics...

With all due respect, guv'nor...

forensics don't solve most of these cases, we do.

OK.

OK, let's take a more traditional approach.

Who's the prime suspect in any murder?

The wife, close family members?

Well, I'm sorry I've seen better alibis.

The dead man's wife's asleep?

Daughter, Giulietta's "at a friend's"?

The murder team said they were both totally distraught

when they heard he was killed.

Giulietta's tiny and so was her mum.

To get Alessandro into a water butt, that would have taken some muscle.

Ray Barlow's not exactly small, is he?

And why did he leg it so soon after the murder?

And where was he all those years that he was away?

Fair enough.

After lunch, why don't you two have another go at Ray Barlow?

And Steve and I will talk to Dicky Smith about him.

OK.

Lunch?!

I'm sorry, I don't get it with her -

where she's at or where she's coming from.

Einstein spent his entire life trying to work that one out.

I've got a funny feeling about her. Her and the job!

She is pretty gorgeous, though, isn't she?

So was Sandra and they are big shoes to fill!

How did she get this gig?

-Strickland. Maybe she and...

-Sir.

See you later, boss.

Bye-bye.

Her and Strickland?

You're having a giraffe, aren't you?

THEY LAUGH

-How's it going?

-Oh...

Well, it's not smashing down doors or going after Russian gangsters,

-that's for sure.

-No.

You know, my first case, the first one I've got is 25 years old.

It's interesting but it's just so different.

How about the Old Men of the Hills?

Bit old-fashioned as well?

They have one or two interesting theories.

Interesting?! First time I've ever heard them described as that.

I did warn you that UCOS was a totally different culture.

Did you?

Yeah. Anyway, too late now. How's Rob Strickland?

Oh, actually I'm seeing him in a minute.

Be nice if we could have a drink tonight. I might need one.

I can't. I'm with the Deputy Mayor.

I'll try and sneak away as soon as I can.

But if I don't go now, he'll be giving me grief all afternoon.

-See you later.

-See you.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

Sir. You wanted to see me?

Yes. I just wanted to see how things were going,

see how you're settling in.

Oh. Erm...

Yes, fine, thank you.

And the boys are they behaving themselves?

Yeah, they're being...

They're being very helpful.

I want to establish something right from the off.

As you're well aware, this unit has a phenomenal clear-up rate

but they do need managing.

It's a very fine balancing act.

Understood.

Good.

Sir, do you mind if I ask you something personal?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

My husband, did you speak to him at any point

during the selection process?

We speak all the time.

No, I mean about me,

before or after the interview period.

Yes.

But I can assure you that the job was awarded strictly on merit.

Thank you. Thank you, sir.

When I was at work, I'd have a hundred things to think about.

Five minutes down here, and you forget everything.

I tell you, stress is a killer.

I mean, it's...

We spoke to Guilietta.

She said there had been problems

with some of the allotment holders in the past.

They were stroppy to her and to Alberto when they were kids.

Yeah, some of the members don't like kids running around.

You?

No. No. I had kids of my own.

Who, then? Just between me and you.

None of the blokes on the allotment could have killed Alessandro.

I can understand that you didn't want to point the finger back then,

but let's stop messing around.

We're talking about Ray Barlow. Yeah?

Ray? No, no.

Who, then?

I don't like to speak ill of the dead.

You have to remember back in '88, there were still blokes who

fought in the war and they found it very difficult...

Names, Dicky!

Ron Stapleton and Ralph Meecker.

Both in the army.

Ralph used to go on and on about the war.

What about Ron?

Ron never liked to talk about what he's seen ever.

Stapleton and Meeker are in the case file.

I know. The original investigation checked them out.

Yeah, but there's nothing in there about what Dicky just said,

about them not being able to forget about the war.

If they were soldiers,

one of them could easily have killed Manzini and turned him upside-down.

But maybe they acted together.

If we find out where they were during the war...

Yeah, where they served.

So you're saying is one or both of these men waited 43 years

until after World War II and then suddenly snapped,

rammed a knife in Manzini's throat and stuck him upside-down

in a water barrel, yeah?

-Well...

-And Ray Barlow? Is he out of the picture now, then?

No, not at all.

There's still definitely something not right about him.

"Not right?"

OK. And his motive?

He's got a short fuse. Very short.

-If Manzini did laugh at him and I think...

-If?

OK, what's the best way to, I mean...

..where do we go with this?

Well, normally what we do...

Obviously, there were still lots of ifs and maybes,

so why don't you take the rest of the day off,

and we all have a little think about things?

Yeah, yeah, suits me.

How about we come back here tomorrow morning when the market's

up and running, and all the plot holders are on site?

On a Saturday?

Let's see how they react when they know we're watching them.

Well, I'd have to clear it with my daughter Holly so...

OK, fine, you know.

Great.

Oh, stick these in the boot for me, will you?

Thanks.

I mean, even calling her guv'nor sticks in my throat.

Just call her Sasha, then.

I can't call her Sasha!

I keep thinking she's going to start singing

Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head.

Sacha Distel!

Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid. I loved that.

What a film, eh? What about The Wild Bunch?

Fantastic.

How the West Was Won.

You know the music in that...

BJ Thomas.

-What?

-Sorry?

He sang the original, for the film.

BJ Thomas, not Sacha Distel.

Why don't you go and play the quiz machine?

No, I can't. I'm waiting for more people to lose on it first.

Oh, I knew it.

What is it?

She's married.

Shit happens.

She's married to Ned Hancock.

Lucky old Ned.

Deputy Assistant Commissioner Ned Hancock.

What?! You're kid...

Yeah, I knew it! It's jobs for the boys, innit?!

Well, more girls, really.

That's it!

What are you going to do?

I'll tell you what I'm going to do.

I'm going to prove that we know how to do the job and she doesn't.

"Let's all just have a little think about things."

Well, I'm going back to work!

-What?

-Work?

Yeah. You coming?

Yeah, sure!

Well, Holly's revising. I really ought to get back.

-See you later, then.

-Yeah, see you.

She's not here.

Of course she's not here!

We didn't get the afternoon off, she did!

Trying to be nice. Pretending to be our mate.

She's not. She's the mate of that mob upstairs.

OK.

Let's do this job properly, shall we?

Right.

Page one.

"Alessandro Giuseppe Manzini

"was born Padua 1923. Served in the Italian Army 1941-1944.

"Captured, Anzio, January 29th '44.

"Prisoner of war from 1944-45.

"Leaves Italy in '46.

"Arriving in London April 22nd of the same year."

Listen to this.

"Ron Stapleton, he was with the Durham Light Infantry in Burma."

But, but...

"Ralph Meeker was with the 8th Army in North Africa.

"Green Howards."

Now he could have fought against the Italians.

Well, there you go, then.

But the Eyeties never had a bad reputation, you know.

The Japs, the Germans. But the Italians?

Pasta, cappuccino. What's to hate?

Well, maybe he had a terrible personal experience with them.

-Where are they now?

-Er...

Dead.

Stapleton in '89 and Meeker in '91.

Not long after the murder.

-Maybe we're getting somewhere!

-Yeah.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Why don't you get the cleaner to do that?

She never gets it right. It's safer if I do it.

So, day one in the UCOS house.

-Honestly?

-Uh-huh.

I don't think I can do this.

What are you talking about?

UCOS.

-I just don't think I'm right.

-What?

It's the guys there, they work in a totally different way.

I know it's only day one and they are technically civilians

but...

It's just with them, everything's like hunches and speculation.

It's just like what if a suspect did this?

What if the suspect went there?

It's like a completely different mind-set.

Hang on, are talking about walking away 24 hours into the job?

Look, when I was promoted,

I didn't expect to be running something like UCOS.

It's not the work.

The cases are all absolutely worthwhile. It's just...

Come on, we both know this is not the place you go if...

Why do you think you've been brought in?

It's because of who you are, the way you go about things.

I know guys like this, old time cops.

Just give it to them straight. That's what they're used to.

That's what they want.

-Yeah, but...

-You can't give up!

It's bound to be hard, the first few days, but, hey, welcome to my world.

Not in the market, Ray?

No. I don't sell stuff.

That a financial or ethical decision?

I'll put you down as undecided, shall I?

So, Ray, from 1989 to 2001 you live in Glastonbury.

Then Cornwall until 2004.

In 2008 you end up in London.

Where were you between 2004 to 2008?

Ha! Say hello to DCI Miller.

Nice plot, Ray. Soil looks good.

Only took him five years. He was away four years before then.

Where was it again, Ray?

What are you putting in?

Brassicas.

No need for that, Ray, only trying to be nice.

Don't! Don't touch my allotment.

Hi, Alberto, do you grow all of this yourself?

-With the little help from the man upstairs.

-Right, yeah.

Hey, I want to ask you, you know Ron Stapleton and Ralph Meeker?

Were they ever...

aggressive, difficult with you and Giulietta when you were younger?

It was a long time ago.

Hey, come and try this homemade wine.

OK. Thanks, Massimo! How you doin'?

-Good, good. Go ahead.

-Oh, thanks.

Hey, Gerry, try some of this homemade wine.

-English red?! I don't think so.

-Italian red.

Oh, yeah? What grape do you use?

Two. Sangiovese and Nebbiolo.

In London?! You're having a laugh.

Give it a crack. Go on.

Cor blimey! You make this?! You really make this?

Right, I'll have a couple of those?

-Me too.

-Here, Dan, try this red wine!

You know legally you're not allowed to sell alcohol without a licence?

I'll have three.

A bit of light refreshment?

It's all this hard work on a weekend.

Blimey, that's going to be some Sunday roast, isn't it?

Just for you and Ned?

Guys, could I have a quick word?

-Don't sell any of this, we'll be right back.

-Yeah.

Look, obviously you and Sandra Pullman were very close and she

did a fabulous job, so I understand that this is bit difficult for you.

You don't know me - I don't know you.

So, let's start again, yeah?

Look, why don't you come back to mine,

I'll make some lunch and we can talk through where we are?

I'm not going to poison you.

Won't your husband mind?

Well, he's not there. He's away for a three days.

An ACPO conference in Birmingham.

-Sure. OK, why not?

-Thank you.

Great. Well, I only live down the road.

I'll text you the address.

-OK. See you there.

-Yeah.

-See you.

Here you go, number 8?

Bloody hell!

Come through.

Thanks. Cor blimey, this is lovely, isn't it?

Thanks. Coats?

You haven't done the vegetables.

I'm waiting for the pie.

Is it all right if I open this?

Yes, of course.

That's Alex. He's in uni now. He's doing modern languages.

And that's Maddy. She's in her first year at York doing English.

How's your daughter? It's Holly, isn't it?

Yeah, she's fine.

Right, and her mother is?

Her mother was sectioned couple of years ago.

She's in a secure unit of a mental hospital, just outside Guildford.

Right.

Actually, I don't like leaving Holly alone too long at the weekends,

-so shall we get on with the case?

-Yes.

I checked out Ray Barlow.

After '88 he lived most of the time in the West Country.

But then for four years he vanished, before suddenly

reappearing in London, and back at the allotments, in 2008.

-Jail? Abroad?

-That's what I think.

Yeah, Gerry and I were checking out Stapleton

and Meeker, you know the ex-soldiers?

-Meeker was in the 8th Army.

-Really?

Yeah. North Africa, Sicily, Italy.

-And Manzini was taken prisoner at Anzio.

-Anzio?

-Exactly.

-When did you find this out?

-Last night, at the office.

-The office?

-Yeah. Is that a problem?

No, no. I'm just surprised that...

Well, not as surprised as we were, to learn that you're married to DAC.

Oh, I see. And is that a problem?

No. It wouldn't have been if you'd let us know.

-It's hardly a secret.

-It was to us.

I saw you canoodling in the corridor.

What was he doing? Checking up on us?

-Are we going to be under constant surveillance?

-No, I won't have that.

This was a case that you didn't even want,

so you were trying it on from the start.

No! That was a joke!

No-one wants these cases, that's why they're ours!

-It's just their act.

-Really? Then it's a bloody good one.

Not as good as yours.

I beg your pardon?

"What do you think, boys? What should we do next?

"What about this? What about that?"

I mean, Steve and I spent hours and hours trawling through stuff,

looking at suspects and clues,

but what have you done?!

Why d'you think I got all these?

What you think I am some sort of berserk vegetarian?!

The knife - murder weapon - remember?

Under ground at the allotment?

Well, these are soil samples from almost every plot in there.

And because every plot is different we should be able to ID

exactly where the knife was buried by the killer.

But so as not to spook them and have them all do a runner,

-I had to find all of this, without anyone realising.

-Including us.

You weren't interested. Every time I mentioned the word forensics...

No. Sorry. You thought we weren't sophisticated enough

to act clandestinely until you did it on your own.

You said you want to be open and honest,

yet you spend the last two days keeping things away from us.

-Gerry, Gerry.

-No, I'm sorry.

Quite honestly, if this is what UCOS is going to become,

I'm out of it.

Dad? Is that you?

Apparently. You OK?

Fine.

What's she like, the new boss?

Er... I don't know really. Different?

Well, what's she look like? How old?

40-ish? Tall, slim. Blonde.

Attractive? Like a duck? What?

Yeah. Quite good-looking.

-Your type?

-We were working, Holly, not speed-dating.

She's married anyway so it's a moot point.

You know, I wonder about you sometimes.

PIANO MUSIC PLAYS

What are you doing?

Just looking someone up.

Seeing where they've been the last 20 years.

Hi, Gerry, you'll never guess where I am.

And it's a full moon later.

Oh, shut up, stop moaning and get over here.

Telling you, she's just a jumped-up Stalin!

She don't know what she's doing.

Is he in there?

In about ten minutes, it'll be dark.

In 20 minutes, we'll be freezing our bollocks off!

INCANTING

-I think it's down this way.

-Watch your feet.

This is not exactly how I planned to spend my Saturday evening!

-Shhh!

-All right.

-Ow!

-Aw, shit!

-What's going on?!

All right, all right, sonny, come on.

Why don't you make some more noise so he comes out and sees all of us?

Now, he's in his shed! So, get down here and shut up!

Oh, changed your mind, Gerry?

Anyway, what are you doing here?

My job. What's your excuse?

-It's a full moon.

-Don't tell me, you're werewolves(?)

-He's planting.

-Brilliant.

INCANTING

INCANTING

He's incanting.

INCANTING

He is bonkers.

INCANTING INTENSIFIES

Right. Let's Go.

He was in Italy. Ray Barlow. The four years he disappeared.

He was in Rome.

< WOMAN CRIES OUT ECSTATICALLY

CRIES TURN ORGASMIC

< GROANING

HE GIGGLES

How long have you been having an affair, Giulietta?

I have to tell you, that Ray's alibi for the night your father died

is looking less and less comfortable.

Ray?! Ray had nothing to do with my father's death!

He left London months after the murder.

He comes back 20 years later to the same allotment

and sleeps with the dead man's daughter?

Pretty weird, even for a druid.

-You don't understand.

-No, I don't.

Where were you the night Alessandro was murdered? Huh?

OK. Angela Dunn, the "friend"

you say you stayed with the night your father died?

-Why don't I call her up and check out your alibi?

-Ray.

I was with Ray.

We were together that night.

What you were sleeping together while you were engaged to Alberto?

We were in love.

My father was very traditional.

He would never have allowed Ray and I...

-Sounds like a motive not a denial.

-No!

The next day, when I found out about my father,

I could not forgive myself. It was as if God had punished me.

I told Ray I couldn't see him again.

Guv'nor...? Sasha.

I won't be long.

Giulietta says that you were together

the night her father was killed.

That you were lovers but Alessandro wouldn't have let you marry.

-Is this true?

-Yes.

How long have you spoken Italian?

Seven or eight years.

In Italy. Rome. You went there...

-To learn Italian.

-Because?

Because...I never forgot her.

Even after all those years.

I never gave up on the idea that one day,

she and I might be together again.

So, you came back. Even though she was married.

-He doesn't love her. Not really.

-And you restarted your affair.

Because you loved her

-and her father's death had nothing to do with you.

-No.

I don't believe you.

This is a forensics report.

About the pruning knife, well, the soil on it, to be precise.

And because the soil on every plot in every allotment is different.

chemical residues, minerals, metals, we've been able to

identify exactly which plot the knife has been in all those years.

Yours.

No. No, that's not possible. It can't...

Ray, I took these samples myself. Forensics don't lie.

Now you explain to me how can this be wrong?

Because I've only had it five years.

Back in 1988 it wasn't my plot.

-Whose was it?

-I don't know. I can't remember.

Massimo. He knows all about the allotment. He'll know.

Here is my plot, now also Alberto's. This was Alessandro's.

And this one? At that time...

-Dicky Smith.

-Dicky Smith? Are you sure?

Yes. You don't remember?

Dicky always want bigger allotment.

Three years after Alessandro is killed...

1991?

Ralph Meeker dies and Dicky Smith he takes Ralph's allotment,

which is much bigger.

And better. The soil is very good.

PHONE RINGS

Excuse me. Dan.

No, we just...

Anzio?

You've seen this, Dicky.

Yes.

We managed to find out where it's been for the last 25 years.

On Ray Barlow's allotment. The one that used to be yours.

I don't understand.

This knife was used to kill Alessandro Manzini,

was buried in the plot that you had at the time.

What don't you understand?

-Me? You think it was me?

-Yes, I do.

How could it have been? I was home sick with my wife.

Would this be the same wife that confirmed your alibi?

Yeah, because it's true!

So, how that did this knife end up there?

I don't know.

If I'd done him in, I wouldn't have buried it in my own plot, would I?

-I think you panicked, wanted to get rid of it.

-Then I would have stuck it somewhere else!

In someone else's allotment!

Would you? What, and run the risk of it being found?

Why would I kill Alessandro?

Do you recognise this, Dicky?

Well?

That's my birth certificate.

Richard Reginald Smith. Born Acton, London.

Father - Richard Michael Smith, deceased.

Your father's war record. Royal Artillery.

-Killed in action, January 24th, 1944.

-At Anzio.

In Italy, at Anzio.

Why kill Alessandro Manzini?

Because he fought and was captured at Anzio.

The same place your father was killed.

Alessandro was at Anzio?

You know he was. Must have driven you mad.

A man who fought where your father died?

But he gets captured, survives, lives on after the war.

He doesn't just come to England -

he gets an allotment right next door to yours!

-This guy could have killed your dad at Anzio all those years ago.

-No!

No, no, he couldn't have done. He surrendered in '43.

Alessandro told us. Not '44. That's too late.

I don't know, maybe he's just a really good liar.

Giulietta told the original murder team

that her father surrendered in 1943.

We checked the Italian POW records at Kew,

Alessandro Manzini

was taken prisoner on 29th January 1944 at Anzio.

So did why Alessandro lie to everybody?

I don't know, but look at this.

The Italian Army surrendered to the Allies, in September 1943.

-Mussolini had already been arrested.

-And?

September 12th, he's rescued by the Germans,

who set him up as head of a puppet regime - the Republic of Salo.

Fascinating.

-You don't like history, Gerry?

-I'm a bit busy just now.

You'll be even busier in a minute.

The Italian Army wasn't at Anzio - not that Italian army anyway.

-Alberto, is your father not here?

-No. Why?

-We need to speak to him.

He went out after you left earlier on. What about?

He's from Livorno, am I right? Does he go back there?

No. His father died during the war and his mum just after.

He said there was nothing to go back for.

Your father had two older brothers. He never tell you?

They were members of a group of partisans

executed on a farm near Livorno, in September '44.

No. Where d'you get that from?

They were killed by Fascist militiamen, their own countrymen.

Afterwards, their bodies were thrown down a well.

Your father was at home with his mother. He was 13.

No. Papa never had any brothers.

I know he didn't, what are you on about?

You say that he went out just after we left?

But you don't know where?

Hang on, Alberto, hang on! Take is easy.

It's all right, you can see your dad dater.

Just stay with us a minute, OK? Take it easy.

I had some of your wine, Massimo. It's really excellent.

Yes. Not many people even try to make red wine in this country.

Certainly not 25 years ago.

No, but we look at the soil at the right place.

Bright, hot in summer.

Alessandro, he finds someone who brings the vines all the way

back from Italy.

When did you first find out that he had been a committed Fascist?

Not until the day I killed him.

Until that day he is my friend.

Massimo, I must warn you

that if you are admitting that you killed Alessandro Manzini...

I like you. I watch you.

Clever. Always at work like Montalbano.

Then when you come to ask about the allotment, I know.

I know you are near.

More than 30 years we are friends, Alessandro and I.

Our children played together, grow up together.

In all this time we hardly speak about the past.

The Italy of the past is a country of sadness.

Until...

One day in winter I drink last year's wine.

And I realise that the new wine Alessandro

and I make will now be ready.

So, I go back to the allotment where I find Alessandro.

And we try the wine.

And it is the best wine we ever make.

'So we drink more.

'More and more.

'Until we are drunk. Very drunk.'

'And Alessandro begins to sing.'

# Giovinezza, giovinezza... #

'Giovinezza.'

"Youth."

The Italian fascist anthem.

# Primavera di bellezza... #

'I grab him. Ask him how can he sing this song?!

'He says, "It is a fine song. A great song!"'

-E una grande canzone!

-E una grande canzone?!

-Si!

'I say it is the song of the people who killed my father and brothers.

'Luca and Giovani. Partisans.'

Alessandro stares, cold suddenly,

and he says, "In which case they deserved to die."

He dies like a pig.

After...

A testa in giu...

-Come un corpo in un pozzo.

-Si.

I put him upside-down.

Like a body in a well.

You stuck the knife in his throat to shut him up

and buried it in Dicky Smith's allotment.

Dicky Smith always talks about us. He thinks we don't hear.

Italians are "cowards, worthless, hopeless".

He knows nothing about my family.

About how many Italians give their lives fighting Fascists.

But then the ground freezes. No-one can dig.

Even the police give up.

And I think, "What does it matter?"

He's been cautioned but, to be honest,

he seems pretty fatalistic about what's going to happen to him.

-And he's...how old?

-82.

-Is he terminally ill?

-His son says he's strong as an ox.

So, all this time nobody knew or said anything?

Well, you've certainly hit the ground running.

How long did it take you to crack this - four days?

Three. Not me.

-I just tagged along and let them get on with it.

-Nice work.

For God's sake, don't tell them but I admire them.

-So, you decided not to stay for the last day, sir?

-What?

The ACPO conference?

Oh, no. Hardly anyone did. Two nights in Birmingham? God forbid.

Welcome aboard.

-What did he say?

-What did you say?

I said I just let you get on with it.

And he said well done. And that he admired you.

He's a bloody liar.

He's a DAC.

-And you speak Italian.

-I try to.

-You never said.

-Non si devono scoprire le carte tutte in una volta.

-Pardon?

You never show all your hand at once. Do you?

Come on.

Hi. DCI Miller, Metropolitan Police Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad.

I have reason to believe that a crime is being committed in one of your guest rooms.

No, it's OK, stay calm.

I just need to look at your room list.

Thank you. Could I have a room master key, please?

Darling.

Sasha!

You're not wearing your uniform.

I can see you're busy. I'll see myself out.

Sash...

Oh, shit...

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