Deep Swimming 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 gettin' to the end of the day. #

JOURNALISTS SHOUTING QUESTIONS

All right!

OK. I will make a statement if I can just hear myself think.

I'm delighted that the tribunal has reached this verdict.

This judgment represents an opportunity for all organisations

to shatter glass ceilings.

There is no room for sexism in the workplace.

No room for sexism... in any place in 2014.

So this is one small battle won. Thank you.

Ms Willis,

you spent the first few years of your life on Greenham Common.

Is it fair to say your upbringing provided you with

the tenacity which has helped see you win this case against your ex-employer?

I've no doubt the two are linked, yes.

Your mother fought hard for women's rights as well as protesting Trident.

She must be very proud. Was she with you at court today?

She couldn't be here, unfortunately, no.

Would you still call yourself an activist?

Well, if by activist you mean being a vigorous supporter

of a political cause, then yes, absolutely. I am an activist.

And your father was an activist?

You'll have to be a bit clearer where you're going with this.

It's merely an observation. Two very different approaches.

You've gone down a more legal route, your father adopted a bit of a different approach, didn't he?

Well, my father was a terrorist. That's no secret.

Neither does it have any relevance to this tribunal. That's all for now. Thank you.

Do you know how much she got in damages?

200,000 apparently.

200 grand for sexual discrimination. What a load of bollocks.

Yeah, I think that's the point she's making, Gerry.

So she didn't get the promotion she wanted?

I didn't get the bloody promotion I wanted, either.

Slightly more to it than that, Gerry.

And as criminal as it might seem, that's not what we're looking at here.

Winston Loveitt was an activist,

heavily involved in a group in the '80s called Protest For Peace.

On Thursday the 4th of June 1982,

he attempted a terrorist attack at a demonstration against Trident in central London.

Court records show he was carrying an IED -

Improvised Explosive Device.

Where I come from, that's a home-made bomb.

Well, when made by novices or with substandard materials,

they can either fail to detonate or detonate too early, killing the maker.

Which is exactly what happened to Loveitt.

Own goal, eh?

A few days after this press conference aired,

Bryony Willis received an anonymous note.

"Your father was no terrorist, he was murdered."

Let's have a look.

Fingerprints have gone through IDENT1. No match.

Could be someone he was close to at that time. Possibly another activist.

And we're really going to waste our time and energy following this up? Some hippy terrorist.

Contradiction in terms, there.

A loony, then.

Look, a known agitator blows himself to smithereens.

So what? SASHA'S PHONE BLEEPS

Then 30-odd years later, some other loony cries murder

and everyone jumps!

In my day, you ignored loonies.

-You listening, Guv'nor?

-Sorry.

Why would a peace campaigner plant a bomb, anyway?

We're talking about political activists, not terrorists.

-Is there a difference?

-A big one, yes.

Well, look at animal rights campaigners.

I mean, God forbid anyone hurts a little fluffy bunny,

but it's fine to stick a nail bomb through somebody's letter box. Totally contradictory.

Maybe that's the whole point.

Perversely, it sort of makes sense.

What better way to highlight the inanity of nuclear weaponry

than by attempting to blow up a load of innocent people?

Well, I think it's a waste of bleedin' time.

Gerry, what are you always telling me about instinct?

Ah, now... That's better.

In 2005, there was a body found in Wapping.

Scrote on scrote.

Now, I always reckoned a bloke called Gary Talbot was involved some way.

Well, he's just been nicked.

You reckon we can make him cough, Guv'nor?

Great. We'll come back to that once we've dealt with this case, shall we?

Danny, with me?

What case?!

I'm not deaf, Gerry.

I know it's a cliche, but you never get bored of that view, do you?

"Architecture aims at eternity." Christopher Wren.

He designed St Paul's.

It is stunning, though.

"Earth has not anything to show more fair. Dull..."

"Dull would he be of soul who could pass by a sight so touching in its majesty:

"This city now doth like a garment wear the beauty of the morning.

"Silent, bare."

Wordsworth.

He's a poet.

Lovely home you have, Mrs Willis.

Did you expect me to live in a tent? SHE CHUCKLES

And it's Ms, not Mrs. I'm not married.

Oh.

I've nothing against it as an institution.

I would have happily married Winston but he didn't want anything

to do with the "bastard state," as he called it.

He's not even named on Bryony's birth certificate.

-Thank you.

-He refused to come to the registry office with me.

"I don't need a sodding piece of paper to tell me I'm my daughter's father".

Now, I did have a problem with that. But still, there was no budging him.

Slice of Victoria sponge? It's gluten free.

Oh. Yeah.

It wasn't orgies every night of the week

and sitting round a camp fire knitting dream-catchers on Greenham.

-Take a seat.

-Thank you.

I had to clear my plate, do my homework, get to bed early. Just like any other child.

-Do you have any idea who sent the note?

-No.

Why bring it to the police?

I never doubted what my father did, and I grew up hating him for it.

I think if there's even the faintest possibility that it's not true, then I have to know.

-Now, this note your daughter received. Have you any idea who's behind it?

-None.

Do you think he was murdered, Alison?

What I think doesn't matter, does it? You're the police.

Yes, and we need your help.

And what you think matters a great deal.

I've never thought he was murdered, no.

But then, I never thought he'd plant a bomb.

Bryony, you were six when your father died?

Can you tell us about that day? Anything you can remember.

There was a coach-load of us went up to London to this protest.

I'd stayed up late with Dad the night before making a banner.

We arrived and I remember getting off the coach.

And everyone was chanting and singing.

I was so little, I could hardly see anything.

I remember I dropped my teddy bear and Dad picked it up.

We were all being pushed along by the crowd,

and I'm not sure how it happened, but somehow we got separated from Dad.

So, I was walking with Mum, and we were listening to speeches

and people cheering, and that was the last time I saw him.

And then we heard this massive explosion...

EXPLOSION SCREAMING

..from a side street.

And Mum grabbed me, and the police swarmed.

That was it.

Must have been difficult,

losing your dad, the inquest afterwards.

All that media attention.

I think I must have just blocked it out.

I know I was very young when he died, but I can remember him.

Things like, um...

Carrying me up to bed and reading me stories, you know?

Sitting on his shoulders.

He was just... He was a normal father, he was a good dad.

I went through all of this with the police when it happened.

Many, many times. I had no idea.

We're not suggesting you had anything to do with the attack.

I should hope not.

Look, we just need to find out who wrote that note and what's the truth behind it.

I don't know.

In fact, the only conclusion I feel comfortable drawing is that

you can't ever really know the truth about anyone or anything, can you?

Take Bryony - an incredibly talented artist,

gave it all up for a career in banking.

Now, where that decision came from, I have no idea.

I'm a social worker, for heaven's sake.

I'd rather she'd joined the police, and that's saying something.

Being a police officer and having a social conscience

aren't mutually exclusive, you know.

I'm sure they're not. I apologise.

Is that the three of you together?

We were on holiday in Dorset.

SHE CHUCKLES SOFTLY Beautiful memories.

I scattered his ashes there.

Pains my heart to keep it up.

Pains my heart to take it down.

Did your dad fall out with other protesters?

Yep, all the time.

Men weren't really welcome on Greenham.

Mum said that there was always some ploy to try and get him off the site.

Cos the RadFems in particular, I think they believed

that men shouldn't be allowed on Greenham.

Any names?

Frances Kane was the leader of the RadFems, and there was always

some sort of strife going on between her and my dad.

Apart from her, I can't really remember.

And what does your mum think about you working in the City?

What's that got to do with anything, sorry?

Well, it's a long way from Greenham Common, isn't it?

I sold my soul to the devil, apparently.

I think Mum believes that I deliberately turned my back

on everything that she and Dad tried to instil in me,

but it's the opposite, really.

We don't speak. We haven't for several years, actually.

I'm late for a meeting.

-Thank you for your time.

-You're welcome.

-Can I just ask something else?

-Yes.

Curried porridge.

I saw a documentary about Greenham Common. Apparently it was a staple diet.

-Did you not eat...?

-No. No, I never ate curried porridge.

Right.

Well, thanks for your time.

Well, thanks very much for taking the time to talk to me.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Right. David Thompson.

Vegan outreach, spent a lot of time at Greenham.

Any connection to Winston Loveitt?

Dunno. He karked it 15 years ago. That was his missus.

But there's a lesson to be learned here. Mung beans kill.

He died from eating mung beans?

No, he got run over.

But it was probably because he was so hungry, he wasn't concentrating.

I mean, personally, I've got to have at least one portion of red meat a day, or else I get the shakes.

That's alcohol withdrawal.

How did it go with Bryony Willis?

No leads on who sent the note,

but we could do with talking to Frances Kane,

leader of the RadFem group on Greenham.

Wanted Winston Loveitt off the site. They were arch enemies, apparently.

How did you two get on with Alison Willis?

Well, the only thing worth mentioning about her is her cake.

Best Victoria Sponge I've ever tasted since my gran's.

And that's saying something. Light as a feather.

-Cold butter.

-What?

It's the secret of a good Victoria sponge.

Is it?

-Well, if it's too soft the mixture becomes oily and the finished cake is too dense.

-That a fact?

Anything to share with us that's maybe relevant to the case?

Oh, yeah, sorry, sorry. So we checked out some other Greenham protestors who

were on site at the same time as Winston.

And one of them's got links to The Angry Brigade.

-The Angry Brigade?

-Yeah.

Britain's first urban guerrilla group.

Yeah, I remember that mob in the early '70s.

Plotted a string of bombings against government buildings,

25 attacks carried out. No deaths.

And there was a member on Greenham?

Yeah, Mary Griffiths. Record as long as your arm.

Mostly for activist-related crimes. She's in prison now.

Don't these activists ever retire?

Just put their feet up and watch Cash In The Attic?

-Could say the same about...

-Yes, yes, yes, thank you very much.

Apparently there was a fair amount of antagonism between Protest for Peace and The Angry Brigade.

Had the same goals, but very different methods.

We need to visit Mary Griffiths, find out exactly how much she had to do with Loveitt.

OK, right.

Frances Kane is a university lecturer.

Evolutionary Psychology and Feminism.

So, if it's all the same with you, I'd prefer a trip to the nick.

Do you know what percentage of students get a job that's actually related to their degree?

No, I don't, but I've a funny feeling you're just about to tell me.

-20%.

-That a fact?

-Yeah.

So that means there's 80% of them faffing about for three years

doing media studies or some other airy-fairy nonsense, and for what?

To become a mortgage adviser.

Yeah, but it's all about the experience, though, isn't it?

Save me the social conscience crap, I'm paying for that experience.

Very generous of you, Gerry.

I tell you what, if they want an experience,

tell them to get up at five o'clock every morning,

do a 15 hour shift covered in animal guts.

Cos that's what I was doing at their age.

And that IS an experience.

Yeah, but to be fair, Gerry, training as a butcher doesn't have

that much to do with detective work, now does it?

Well, that's not true, actually.

Cos once you can quarter a cow single-handed, without flinching...

Prepares you for anything, doesn't it.

HE SCOFFS

Students. Don't know they're born, most of them.

No, I didn't think Winston Loveitt should have been allowed at Greenham.

It was a place for women, one of the very few places we had.

Sadly things aren't that much different now.

Bryony Willis said the RadFem group instigated a campaign to get

Winston Loveitt off the site? You led that campaign, didn't you?

Yes. yes, I did.

Why are you asking me about something that happened over 30 years ago?

Well, a few days ago Winston's daughter got a note saying he'd been murdered.

Now, we've got to find out who sent that note and why.

And you think I murdered him?

OK, hands up, you got me.

I bumped him off and made earrings out of his testicles.

Ms Kane...

The man blew himself up, for God's sake.

I'm a feminist, not a raving bloody maniac!

Do you have any idea who might have wanted him dead?

None whatsoever.

Is my vagina bothering you?

Sorry?

No, no. It's...very nice.

I had it made for my 50th birthday.

I call it my portrait.

What, you mean that's...you?

That is your...?

Yes. Yes, it's me.

I take it back about quartering a cow.

It did not prepare me for that.

HE EXHALES

It's me.

We need to talk.

Now.

KEYS JINGLE

DOOR UNLOCKS

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

My first visitors this stretch.

Not quite what I was hoping for.

This is your sixth custodial sentence?

Can't keep me out of the place.

Fine dining, wide screen televisions, hot tubs.

It's exactly like you read about in the papers.

SHE SIGHS What do you want?

-Winston Loveitt.

-He's dead.

Yes. We're fully aware he's dead.

Mary, I understand that we're probably not topping your favourite people's list right now.

But we'd really appreciate some co-operation.

Is it true you were a member of the Angry Brigade?

That in itself is not illegal.

I was never directly involved in any of their campaigns.

But you do condone what they did?

How were relations between The Angry Brigade and Protest For Peace?

I can only speak for myself.

Then would you mind doing so, please?

I thought some were all right.

Some were complete tossers.

And what about Winston Loveitt? Was he a "complete tosser"?

Winston was one of the more dynamic members.

I'd go so far as to say we were political kindred spirits.

Both of us were in favour of direct action.

There were 96 missiles at Greenham.

Each one was four times more powerful than the atomic bomb that destroyed Hiroshima.

Now you think about that for a second.

There's only so much singing around a campfire you can do

before you realise you're about as useful as an ashtray on a motorbike.

You had to make yourself heard.

That's what Winston did.

Did he involve you in his plans for the attack?

-Unfortunately not.

-Unfortunately?

Cos I'd have tried to talk him out of it, and he'd still be alive today.

That must have stung.

Your political kindred spirit not including you in his master-plan.

Not really. Any decision he made would have been about protecting me.

He had my best interests at heart.

Really? How can you be so sure about that?

Because we were in love.

So, Alison finds out that Winston and Mary are having an affair,

and, what? She plants a bomb on him in a fit of jealous rage?

Talk about 50 ways to leave your lover...

Certainly an effective way to deal with a cheating husband.

Let's get her in first thing tomorrow.

What about Frances Kane?

Don't even go there. Frightened the life out of me, that woman.

I think she had a bit of a soft spot for you, Gerry.

-Oh, don't!

-Anyway, never struck me as a cold-blooded killer.

Apparently Winston Loveitt became something of a rock star in activist circles after his death.

Yeah, well, that lot love a martyr, don't they?

Exactly. Maybe the note was from someone jealous,

trying to knock him off his perch.

-What, 30 years later? Some grudge.

-It's a possibility.

"Immaculately presented two-bedroom apartment,

"generously sized rooms, two bathrooms.

"Recently refurbished. Viewing highly recommended."

Do you mind? That's private.

Well, sorry. But it's not as though you're looking up leather-clad, nympho grannies, now, is it?

-It's still...private.

-OK, OK. Take it easy.

You thinking of downsizing, Dan?

That's a good idea, innit?

I mean, you all on your own, rattling round that house.

I haven't made my mind up yet. I'm just, er... Browsing.

Browsing? Listen, you don't "browse" houses.

You browse in garden centres, John Lewis.

But that property market? It's hard out there, mate.

You go in with the attitude that you're just browsing, you're going to get stiffed.

It's a difficult decision, isn't it? Selling your home.

No, it isn't. What's difficult about it? He's on his own.

Holly still needs a room. It's her house as much as anyone's.

Well, yeah. Christmas, summer holidays. The occasional weekend.

But basically, she's flown the nest, hasn't she? This is about you.

Exactly. It's my business.

You can't be sentimental about it, mate.

At the end of the day, all you're talking about is bricks and mortar.

You've got to get your sensible bonce on, and really think...

DOOR SLAMS

-What's the matter with him?

-Who knows?

Well, I certainly don't. Come on - pub.

Couldn't have put it better myself.

No, not for me, thanks. I'm going for a drink with a friend.

Oh, yeah? I thought you looked a bit dapper. Who is the lucky sod?

None of your business.

Thank you, Sash, for...

for coming tonight.

Um... It's only dinner. It's really is just dinner.

I know. It's...

It's great to see you, though.

-BOTH AT ONCE: I miss you.

-How's work?

Sorry.

Ned, you... You said you wouldn't do that. You promised.

I know. I'm sorry.

It was going to come out at some point tonight,

better now when I'm sober and level-headed.

Good evening, would you like to see the wine list?

I think we're both fine with water, thank you.

Hello. Yes. Erm, I've seen a property on your website

and I'd like to arrange a viewing.

Erm, my name is Dan Griffin...

..and my number is 0-7...

Sleep tight, little Bee.

INTERCOM RINGS

Hello?

Thank you...for a lovely night.

-I'm not expecting you to say anything.

-No, good.

I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but it was great

NOT talking about anything big. SHE CHUCKLES

That's not me trying to wriggle out of anything.

-Ned, I'm going. OK?

-Yeah.

I meant, it was just great being with you.

Good night.

Mary Griffiths is a liar.

Why would she make something like that up?

Because she's delusional.

Winston paid her a bit of attention,

and she's taken it completely the wrong way.

She said they had sex, Alison.

Right under your nose. That must have been pretty hard to hack.

I imagine it wasn't much of a secret around the camp, either.

You had no idea?

He didn't love her.

He wasn't the man you thought he was, though, was he, Alison?

He will have had his reasons. It wasn't real.

I think Mary Griffiths might argue with you on that point.

She seemed pretty convinced by him.

I can tell you for a fact, it wasn't real.

Why are you so sure about that?

Alison, why wouldn't it have been real?

Whatever it is you're not telling us, Alison, we will find out.

So I suggest you cut to the chase and tell us the truth before we lose patience.

How do you know "for a fact" that Winston didn't have feelings for Mary Griffiths?

Because he was an undercover police officer.

I found out about a week before he died.

He'd been acting very strangely for a while before that,

erratic and sort of... unravelling.

I knew there something was wrong, but I didn't know what.

Then one day he just cracked.

Of all the things I was expecting him to tell me, that was the very last.

He said he just couldn't hold it in any more.

The relief on his face.

Like he'd been acquitted of some awful crime.

He cried like a baby. Said he was glad.

And he didn't mention Mary Griffiths?

He just spoke about the pressure they put on him to get information.

Special Branch?

With Mary's links to the Angry Brigade,

he must have been targeting her.

What about you, Alison?

What about me?

Come on, you can't be that naive, surely?

Winston wasn't targeting me.

SHE CHUCKLES

It'd have taken him about five minutes to know I was no threat to anyone.

He told me the truth, then a week later he was dead.

You sent the note, didn't you?

When I saw Bryony on television, I just couldn't bear it.

Telling everyone her father was a terrorist.

I couldn't let her go on thinking that.

So, who do you think killed Winston?

He'd been keeping his bosses at Special Branch at arm's length

for as long as he possibly could so he wouldn't have to leave us.

We were going to go to the demonstration that day and then get as far away as possible.

Leave in the camper van and never come back.

They must have got wind of it.

You think Special Branch killed Winston?

It's the only answer that makes any sense.

He was a security threat now,

they couldn't risk him revealing the truth, so they silenced him.

Forever.

Secrets Act?

Yeah. I need you to refer to it, refresh your memories and then sign, please.

Sir, can I ask what's going on?

Well, I wish I knew. I've been looking up all the relevant files for that period,

but they've been seriously meddled with.

Any relating to this case are either redacted or missing altogether.

Information's pretty scant, to be honest.

I did discover, however,

that Winston Loveitt's real name was DC Benjamin Harker.

Deep swimmer.

A what?

That's what they used to call the people who went the whole hog,

and adopted the lifestyle of the people they were supposed to be infiltrating.

Oh, yeah, yeah, there's been quite a few stories about that recently, hasn't there?

You ever done any of this... "swimming" yourself, Danny?

I dabbled.

Exact circumstances surrounding Harker's death have been omitted, for obvious reasons.

Quite apart from the public scandal,

it would have compromised every other undercover operation they had running at the time.

Sounds like he did a pretty good job of that himself.

Why didn't they just pull him out as soon as they found out that he'd fathered a child?

Possibly because he was closing in on their chief suspect, Mary Griffiths.

The security of any undercover operation had to take precedence

over other less crucial considerations.

Like people's lives.

What's he doing carrying a real bomb?

That Mary Griffiths, she had to be involved somewhere.

Well, he might have gone rogue.

They can't have been exactly over the moon that their entire

undercover operation was threatened. Harker was unravelling.

Maybe Special Branch couldn't take the risk?

You mean like "collateral damage", kind of thing?

I doubt it. Let's not get too carried away with conspiracy theories.

I just need you to find out exactly how he died.

Keep me updated.

Are we nearly there?

Two more minutes.

Look, I'm not averse to a bit of fresh air,

but this has turned into aimless wandering.

Think of it as a field trip.

A sort of team building exercise.

I prefer my team building indoors,

with a pint in me hand.

And with the rest of the team.

Here we go.

Team building in a graveyard?

Yeah, I lied about that bit.

Didn't think you'd come if I told you the truth.

Undercover officers back then tended to assume the identity

of someone who was born around the same time who was also deceased.

Preferably with no living relatives or significant others.

Teaching your grandad to suck eggs, but go on.

So, I thought, go back to basics,

visit Winston Loveitt's grave, see if it throws anything up.

No, you're right, I wouldn't have come if you'd told me the truth.

-I hate cemeteries.

-Really?

I can't get enough of them.

I'm going to get cremated.

Nobody's putting me in a box six foot under.

Bingo.

Meet the real Winston Loveitt.

18th December 1952

to the 24th of May 1960.

Eight years old.

That bouquet looks fairly recent.

Yeah, but look at the state of the whole thing. I mean...

Dirty old headstone.

Who'd put a bunch of flowers on a grave like that?

Good question.

Look, all I'm saying is, if it means you're catching terrorists,

does it matter if you overstep the mark?

Overstep the mark?

You need binoculars to even see the mark, Gerry.

-He had a kid with someone.

-Yeah.

Anyway, this is Greenham Common we're talking about here,

not the IRA.

It's a bit like using a sledgehammer to crack a peanut.

Here.

Oh, just wait here a sec.

What's your favourite flower?

The sort they make steak and kidney pie with.

There is a sensitive side in there somewhere, Gerry.

And I will dig it out one day.

You bloody won't.

I love gerberas, they're so pretty, aren't they?

Now, they are prone to drooping -

I'm not going to lie to you, sweetheart.

So what you gotta do,

you gotta watch out for the stems softening at the bottom,

-so just give 'em a little snip, that should sort it out.

-OK, thank you!

Hello darling, can I help you?

Sounds like you know your stuff.

Well, I've been doing this 20 years, I never get bored.

I was born for it.

I mean you get some florists - well, they're not FLORISTS,

they're shop assistants, in my opinion,

and you don't get the same service, you see?

Whereas this is my passion, my raison d'etre.

I mean, come in here with a fiver or five hundred quid,

you're going to get the same service.

Flowers are my life.

What can I do for you?

-I'll take a bunch of these, please.

-Ooh, carnations.

Not very popular any more, not very trendy.

I always say they'll come back into fashion -

like old people's names for babies.

They've got different meanings. Yeah...

Yellow's supposed to be disappointment...

but I wouldn't mention that, you know, if they're a gift.

-6.99.

-Oh, thanks.

I wonder if you can help me with something else as well?

I'm actually looking to track someone down.

They could have been in this shop recently.

Could be a long shot.

I've got a photogenic memory.

You'll leave here now, yeah,

and say I bump into you, like, somewhere completely unrelated

in three months' time,

I'll be like, "Yellow carnations, 16th of June."

I'm like bloody Rain Man.

The thing is I'm not actually sure who it is I'm looking for.

Right.

See, some flowers were bought from here recently,

and they left on the grave of a local cemetery.

I'm trying to track down who it was who left them.

-Mm. You don't have a name?

-No.

We get a lot of people in here buying for the cemetery.

-Can you remember what variety they were?

-Blue?

SHE LAUGHS

Yeah, they could be a relation.

The grave they were left at was Winston Loveitt's.

Winston Loveitt!

I know that name, and I'll tell you for why.

We deliver, you see.

Take it to the actual grave every year on his birthday

and the anniversary of his death.

Bless. So sad.

We take the order over the phone.

Maybe the customer's housebound, I don't know,

I don't like to ask, I'm not that sort of...

Yeah, have you got any contact details, please?

I have indeed. I'll just get the book.

No, I don't even need the book.

-Could you could just look in the...?

-Yeah, I'll just get the book.

-Thanks.

Twice in one week?

I'm honoured.

-Mary, this is my colleague, Steve McAndrew.

-Hello.

How did your relationship with Winston Loveitt end?

Straight to the point, no small talk.

He's very efficient, isn't he?

Weather's been wonderful this week, hasn't it?

How did your relationship end?

With a bang.

Gallows humour. Sorry.

You were still involved when he died?

Very much so.

You see, I'm not so sure about that, Mary.

I think you might be telling us little porkies.

I don't like your attitude.

And I don't like yours, either, so there we go -

that's one thing we've got in common at least. Wonderful.

Now, you're lying about Winston Loveitt.

-Why on earth would I do that?

-You tell us.

Wasting police time - serious offence.

I'm an upstanding citizen.

Sorry!

Got to make your own fun in here.

Wonderful bloke, Winston, but he wasn't really my type.

Did you kill him?

Of course I didn't, I admired him. He was a comrade.

Exactly.

And when a comrade betrays you like that...

Betrays me?!

How could he betray me?

-Winston was probably the only one I could trust.

-Really?

Why are you saying he betrayed me?

I think you know, Mary.

Your only ally?

That must have been a bit of a blow.

He earnt your trust and then he let you down.

I bet you're kicking yourself that you didn't guess sooner.

Nobody likes looking stupid, do they?

Was he sleeping with her?

Who?

Frances.

It was her I loved, not him.

But she wasn't interested.

I confided in Winston.

Then I saw them together.

It was the day of the march.

Just before he died. They were having an argument.

From what we've heard, that wasn't exactly unusual.

It wasn't that sort of an argument - not bickering.

It seemed...personal.

Intimate.

I've never forgotten it.

The flower sender is a Mrs Croft.

She gave us an address - Chamberland Road.

SCOFFS: I like her policy on customer confidentiality(!)

You all right there, Gerry?

You can put those on the back seat if you like.

Nah, I'm fine.

No-one's ever bought me flowers before.

I was trying to guess which colour you'd prefer, and I thought...

yellow.

Yeah. I like yellow.

They're nice.

Thanks.

Hold on, where are we going?!

To see Mrs Croft, where d'you think we're going?

And say what?

"Hello. We're from UCOS.

"There's been a bit of a mess up,

"cos one of our colleagues

"has nicked one of your dead relatives' identity"!

No, I'm not going to put it quite like that, Gerry.

I should hope not. We've signed the Secrets Act!

Yes, I know. Exactly.

Just - don't worry, leave it to me.

59. Here we are.

Oh, hello.

Oh, hello.

What can I do for you?

Mr Croft? Is your wife in, please?

No, she's out at the moment. Can I help?

We're from UCOS -

Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad.

-What's happened?

-Oh, it's nothing to worry about.

We'd like to speak to Mrs Croft about a Winston Loveitt.

Yeah, she leaves flowers on his grave.

Yeah, that's her brother. He died when he was a small child.

Look, can I ask what this is about?

It's nothing to be concerned about, honestly.

If you could ask Mrs Croft to call us, please?

Thank you.

Thank you.

So Mary Griffiths is either an Oscar-winning liar

or she didn't actually murder Loveitt.

And she reckons she saw him and Frances Kane arguing

-shortly before he died?

-Yeah.

I knew that bird was iffy.

I mean, who gets a sculpture of your own doo-dah made, eh?

What's that got to do with anything?

Well, I dunno, Gerry - I mean, you've got a photo of yourself

in your Triumph Stag there.

Yeah, but I'm fully clothed.

It's not like I'm waving my tackle about, is it?

Yeah, but it's what it represents, though, isn't it?

-Very true. You know what they say about men and their cars.

-Yeah.

Behave.

Who are the flowers from, by the way?

A gentleman never tells.

Still got it, eh?

I never lost it, mate.

Oh, Danny! What car do you drive?

I haven't got one at the moment.

I can never get the bloody thing started.

-How's the house-hunting going?

-It's not.

I did a little bit more digging on Frances Kane.

-Home address.

-Thanks.

We'll pay her a visit.

Danny?

This is a pretty staggering coincidence, Frances.

Somebody at the same address

laying flowers on the grave of another Winston Loveitt.

Wow.

Unless - I don't know,

but maybe there's something you're not telling us.

I've been waiting for you to come back.

My husband said I should call you. Explain everything.

Great. Go ahead.

Croft is my birth name.

Kane is my professional name.

It was also my undercover name.

It was a student protest in '68 that started everything.

The revolutionary vanguard.

Things were very black and white.

You were either for the establishment or against it.

My father was in the police.

Seemed only natural to follow in his footsteps.

I earned my place in Special Branch.

But I went undercover for the wrong reasons -

to get out.

Almost as soon as I arrived at Greenham I felt like I was home.

That is some turnaround.

Well, my heart wasn't in it. I did it to please my parents.

What was your connection with Ben Harker?

We were colleagues.

But we didn't get along.

My allegiance changed very quickly, but I couldn't tell him that.

Why leave flowers on the boy's grave?

I don't know where Ben's buried.

Special Branch cut me out completely.

I needed to pay my respects somewhere,

so I took flowers to Winston Loveitt's grave -

and I have done every year since.

Even though you didn't particularly like him?

Look...

we were puppets doing Special Branch dirty work

with no input or support from them.

I may not have been best buddies with the man,

but I felt responsible for his death somehow.

I didn't kill him, for God's sake.

Ben took his own life when the pressure got too much,

I'm sure of it.

I only wish he'd talked to me.

Maybe I could have stopped him.

What did he tell you about Mary Griffiths?

Not much.

Mary Griffiths was HIS find, so he was very secretive about her.

God forbid I should steal any of his thunder.

And what about Bryony and Allison?

I was appalled.

How he lived with himself.

I was never cut out for that degree of manipulation.

Look, if this gets out, about my past...

I'd be ruined.

I've managed to move on and start afresh.

If only Ben Harker hadn't made such terrible mistakes

then maybe he could have done the same.

Pretty horrifying way to end it all - if it's true.

He had a breakdown and cracked...

It's plausible.

Yes, but why would Special Branch omit it from his file, though?

Because it reflects badly on them.

We mustn't lose sight of Mary Griffiths, though.

Absolutely, sir.

OK. We can talk more tomorrow when the others are here.

I think it's probably time to call it a day, isn't it?

I'll be off in a minute.

-See you both in the morning.

-Night, sir.

-Good night.

Am I going to have to give you one of my daughter Holly's lectures?

Hmm?

About staying in the office because there's nobody at home any more.

Be five minutes, I promise.

Good.

Oh, and don't get her started

on the dangers of cheap microwave meals for one.

Apparently that's one step away from wearing a slanket

and spending all weekend on the sofa.

Well, then, I'm a lost cause, I'm afraid.

Well, so am I. Just don't tell my daughter.

-I'll see you tomorrow.

-Night.

Dan?

You OK?

Yes, I'm fine, thanks.

The empty nest.

It can be tough.

PHONE CHIMES

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Hello?

I'm so sorry.

Ned!

Why can't you knock on the door like any other normal person?

Instead of hovering - like a freak.

I wasn't sure whether it was a good idea or not.

I wanted to see you, but then I thought it was selfish.

I'm sorry.

You didn't reply to my text.

Come on, Ned. I'm busy.

Yeah, I know.

This is selfish, actually.

Do you still love me?

In for a penny.

Wasn't I in this?

I cut you out.

Can't say I blame you.

To be honest, I think it'd be worse seeing myself in it.

Stop it. Stop.

I love you, Sash.

I really, really love you.

PHONE RINGS

Sasha Miller.

I'm on my way.

Sash...

Sorry.

It's work.

I've got to go.

When can we talk?

Er...I don't know, Ned.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

'Bryony, it's DCI Sasha Miller.'

OK, come up.

I couldn't see anyone down there.

I'm not imagining things. Somebody's been following me.

It's been happening for days.

I thought I was being paranoid but I'm not, I swear.

I believe you.

Have you any idea who it might be?

No. KNOCK AT DOOR

They followed you up.

Don't answer it.

It's OK. Just stay there.

Can you call for back up?

No. I promise you it's all right, Bryony.

Who is it?

-MAN:

-I need to speak to Bryony.

-Who are you?

Please - I'm not going to hurt to her.

My name's DCI Sasha Miller.

The rest of my team will be here shortly.

I don't care.

It's over. I want it to stop.

Let me talk to Bryony. Bryony!

Yeah, not until you tell us who you are.

Bryony, it's me.

It's your dad.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, Little B.

So, were you and Frances Kane together the whole time

that you were playing happy families with Bryony and Alison?

No, we sought solace with each other afterwards.

Never underestimate the importance of someone who understands

what it's like to walk in your shoes.

Since the day you saw her,

Frances has been telling me to keep it together, keep it quiet,

ride it out, but..

I should have listened to her...

but I couldn't stand it any more.

So it was you who put the flowers on Winston Loveitt's grave?

Mm.

In my two years as an undercover police officer in a peace camp,

do you know what my most important discovery was?

We're all ears.

That the people who lived there,

despite their petty squabbles and differences...

..just want peace.

He's a bloody fool.

I told him no good would come of telling the truth.

It was the same back then.

I knew Ben was unravelling, but I persuaded him to hang on in there.

Or I thought I had.

So you knew that he was going to fake his own death?

Not that part.

He begged me to help him escape somehow, but I refused.

I had no idea he was planning something so extreme.

It wasn't until afterwards that I saw the light as well.

Realised how pointless the whole thing was.

All for nothing.

We've had to live with the consequences ever since.

I had no idea.

That he was alive, or that he was an undercover police officer?

That he was alive.

But you knew he was a liar? You knew that.

I'm so sorry.

DOOR OPENS

Ben Harker wants to see to you both.

-I can tell him no - it's no problem.

-No, no, no. I want to see him.

Um...

Would it be all right with you

if I had a couple of minutes alone with him first?

After your mother discovered the truth...

I had to do something.

Both of you loved Winston -

not me.

The only way out was to kill him.

The protest that day was supposed to be an opportunity

to incite some sort of direct action,

prove Special Branch right.

But I knew it was my only chance to escape.

Frances followed me.

She could tell I was going to do something stupid.

But she couldn't stop me.

Seconds later...

Winston was dead.

SCREAMING

I was losing it.

I'd pleaded with them to get me out.

This seemed the only way to make them take any notice

We scattered your ashes.

I loved you, Bryony.

Always did. Always will.

Look at me.

Look at me - look me in the eye.

I deserve that much, surely.

You love me, that's what you're saying?

You love me?

Why not just walk away?

I don't understand why.

Why would you let me believe my whole life

that the person I loved...

and trusted...more than anyone in the world

could be capable of terrorism?

Is that love?

I can't expect you to understand.

No. You can't.

The only thing I do understand

is that my father didn't die that day

because, in fact, he never existed in the first place.

Alison...

I pity you with every bone in my body.

What a wretched, miserable man you must be.

Pardon me for stating the obvious, pal,

but this is some almighty bloody mess you've made.

What's that saying?

"Nobody ever died of the truth."

I'm not so sure.

Can I go now, please?

I know it seems a bit weird,

but it feels like I can finally say goodbye to Dad.

It's not weird.

Do you want some time alone?

Please.

SCOFFS: And we think WE'RE a bit messed up.

Speak for yourself.

There will, of course, be an internal enquiry.

Emphasis on the internal.

The people responsible will be held accountable.

I'll make sure of that.

Well, I can't help it, I feel a bit sorry for the poor sod.

-He did have a choice, Gerry.

-Yeah.

"It is a goodly life you lead...

"if only you are strong enough to lead it".

Shakespeare?

Wind in the Willows.

# 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. #