Ghosts 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. #

Morning, sleepyhead.

Rise and shine.

Nancy?!

-Excuse me.

-Yes, love.

I'd like to report a murder.

So some old dear walks into a police station and reports a murder.

It's just an average Monday morning.

Sorry I'm late, everybody.

-It turned into a bit of a session last night.

-Ho-ho!

So, what have we got?

A demented geriatric, by all accounts.

No need to be personal.

Nancy Hargreaves.

79 years old. Took a bus halfway across London to report a murder.

We have since learned that Nancy has dementia.

Well, did she offer up any more information?

She mentioned her husband and that's where it starts to get interesting.

How do you mean?

Jimmy Hargreaves.

An old-time bobby!

Disappeared in mysterious circumstances on 12th November 1956.

Last seen leaving the Coach and Horses pub in Blackfriars

before taking his usual route home along the river.

Took a bit of a tumble, they reckon?

Several eyewitnesses saw him leaving the pub just after ten.

It is believed that he lost his footing,

probably after a few too many pints of wallop.

Easily done.

No sign of a body?

No. The river was dragged, but no body was ever recovered.

So you think this old bird did him in?

Either that or she knows who did.

Danny. Dig out the original file.

Steve, come with me, we'll speak to Nancy, see if we can get anything out of her.

-I'll give Danny a hand.

-No, you don't. I need someone to come with me to Nancy's care home,

speak to the residents, see if she confided in any of them.

No, no, no. I'm no good with old people.

Can't you take laughing boy?

Come to think of it,

I have just been e-mailed a list of training courses, Gerry.

What do you reckon, Steve?

Equality and diversity. Right up Gerry's street.

Your car or mine?

Does she have any recollection of a visit to a police station?

Her short-term memory isn't what it was.

Do you think she's up to talking to us?

Don't think for one minute that she isn't capable.

She just gets a bit muddled sometimes, that's all.

Can I help you?

I'm DCI Sasha Miller. This is Steve McAndrew.

We're from the Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad.

-Terry?

-It's all right. It's about what happened yesterday, isn't it?

Mum's always going walkabout.

I really don't see what this has to do with your...

Your mum went into a police station to report a murder, Mr Hargreaves.

She did what?

Two officers had to bring her home.

Mum?

I don't know what they're talking about.

Whose murder, exactly?

-That's what we're trying to establish.

-Is this true?

Of course it isn't. They've got me mixed up with someone else.

I'm just sorry you've had a wasted journey.

I got a call from Victoria Bus Station once.

They caught her trying to get on a bus to Shrewsbury

to see her brother.

He's been dead for 30 years.

Nancy, is there anything you'd like to tell us

about the night your husband disappeared?

Anything you might have neglected to say at the time...

Look, this is ridiculous.

You can't just come in here and start haranguing her!

No-one's haranguing anybody, Mr Hargreaves.

We're just trying to establish the facts.

There was a wedding.

Jimmy and some of the boys took the groom down the pub.

And that was the last you saw of him?

Look, I really don't see how this is relevant.

Please, let her answer.

Jimmy drowned on the way home.

They say he lost his footing.

The officer who you spoke to said you mentioned Jimmy several times during the interview.

Did I?

Is there anything you want to add about the circumstances surrounding Jimmy's death?

That's enough. I want you both to leave.

Please, Mr Hargreaves.

She's just an old woman who gets a bit confused, that's all.

The last thing she needs is you lot coming in and raking up the past.

Well, that went well.

Hm.

Excuse me.

I'm ready to go now.

Go where, Nancy?

Home. Please. I've got to get back.

I can't stay here.

Nancy, I'm not sure that's possible.

Mum... I turn my back for one minute!

No, don't worry.

But you don't understand! He's waiting for me!

Who's waiting for you, Nancy?

You must excuse my mother. She's just overtired.

Come on, Nancy. Let's get you back to your room.

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Hello. I'm Gerry. Gerry Standing.

Shush!

Oh, sorry.

Is it always this quiet in here?

Only during Bargain Hunt.

Peggy.

Hello, Peggy.

Peggy, I don't suppose you know someone called

Nancy Hargreaves, do you?

She's in the room next to mine.

She's not? How funny!

Does she ever talk about her husband?

Oh, she keeps herself to herself.

Not much of a talker, is Nancy.

Oh. So she's never mentioned his disappearance to you?

-Not that I recall.

-Oh, well.

Are you new here?

Sorry?

I know it's strange to begin with, but you'll soon get used to it.

No, no, no. I'm not a resident.

I'm just waiting for my colleagues to collect me.

I'm a police officer.

Well, technically I'm not a police officer, but I work for them.

The Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad.

I understand.

No, no, no! I've got a card here, somewhere.

What have I done with that?

Must have left it in my other suit.

Gerry...

Ah, now will you please tell Peggy I'm not a resident?

Sorry.

(He's just having a bit of trouble settling in, that's all.)

Oi, you!

Thank you.

Oi!

Bleedin' cheek! She should get her eyes tested!

What did you find out about Jimmy?

-Well, according to his service records, he's as clean as a whistle.

-Bollocks.

Don't judge everyone by your own standards, Gerry.

Even a member of the police choir. Second tenor.

This man makes Dixon Of Dock Green look like Tony Soprano.

What cases was he working on at the time?

Disorderly behaviour, pilfering, petty theft...

oh, and a lost dog.

Go through the original investigation.

Chances are they've missed something.

You think there was a cover-up?

Well, local bobby dies in suspicious circumstances.

It's the sort of headline they'd want to avoid.

One of the eye-witness who saw Jimmy leave the pub that night

still lives at the same address.

Pay him a visit. Find out what he remembers.

What he remembers? He's got to be, late '80s, early '90s -

-I doubt if he remembers what he had for breakfast!

-Go on!

All right.

What do you reckon?

A local bobby has one too many, takes a tumble, I mean...

-And Nancy?

-Got a bit overexcited reading her Agatha Christie.

Huh.

Before you go...

Yeah?

This is probably silly, but, um...

No, go on.

It's just...well, she cries out at night sometimes.

Cries out?

It's the same name every time.

Bertie. Well, at least I think that's what she's saying.

I told you it was silly.

No, we'll take anything we can get right now. Thank you for that.

We've just got to get past her son first.

Oh, you leave that to me.

Depressing, isn't it? Getting old.

I'll take your word for it.

You're no spring chicken yourself.

I wouldn't write me off just yet.

Ah, but the future's bleak, Danny. The sooner you accept it, the better.

I do enjoy these little pep talks.

Well, you think about it. I mean, Holly's at uni.

Your wife, well, she's not at home, is she?

One little trip on the stairs and wallop.

You're brown bread in the hallway.

It's just as well I live in a bungalow, then, isn't it?

Mr Harry Page?

Who's asking?

Danny Griffin. Unsolved Crime and Open Cases Squad.

This is Gerry Standing.

We're looking into the disappearance of PC Jimmy Hargreaves.

Jimmy Hargreaves?! That's a blast from the past.

I wonder if we could come in for a moment?

You'll have to excuse the mess.

I haven't had time for a tidy round.

Blimey!

Er... Harry, don't you think it's about time you had a spring clean?

It's taken 40 years to build up this collection.

Collection of what?

Trinkets. Keepsakes.

Plus I never throw a newspaper away until I've read it cover to cover.

Where are you up to?

1996.

I'd stop there if I were you.

There's no chance of a happy ending.

So, tell us about Jimmy Hargreaves.

He used to live around the corner.

Was he a friend of yours?

I wouldn't say that exactly.

What, a local bobby? Figurehead of the community,

always on hand to help little old ladies across the road.

Appearances can be deceptive.

Meaning what, exactly?

Listen. Jimmy was always welcoming,

unlike some of the people down the street.

So what happened?

Let's just say he had his demons.

Drink?

Gambling, mainly. Dogs, horses -

you name it, he liked a flutter.

Did this leave him out of pocket?

Oh, had a list of IOUs as long as his arm.

Tell us about the night he disappeared.

I was drinking in the Coach and Horses

when suddenly Jimmy came staggering in with a few friends.

What, he'd already had a few, had he?

Stumbling all over the place, he was.

Ended up joining this darts match. Lost a week's wages.

Yeah, well, that would have a dampening effect on the evening, wouldn't it?

He was shouting the odds - reckoned this fella had tried to cheat him.

There was a scuffle, and Jimmy got very handy with his fists

so the landlord chucked him out.

And that's the last time you saw him?

Yeah. Daft sod went and took a tumble.

And not for the first time.

Only this time they didn't recover his body?

You should've seen the state of the river then. Once you're in,

you never come out again.

Were you friends with Jimmy's wife?

My wife was. I knew her in passing.

Yeah? What sort of woman was she?

Salt of the earth, that girl.

That girl would do anything for anyone.

What about her relationship with Jimmy?

I never took much notice.

So there were never any domestics? Never any spats on the street?

What goes on between a man and his wife is his business.

Look, can we get out of here?

-Yes, I'll give you a head start.

-Yeah.

Well, thank you, Harry. You've been very useful.

Why are you dragging all this up again?

We're just pursuing a new line of inquiry, that's all.

And Nancy?

She's all right, isn't she?

We'll see ourselves out.

What a way to go, eh?

Crushed by an avalanche of old Daily Mails.

Jimmy walked along that same stretch of river every single night.

Why did he suddenly lose his footing?

He'd had a skinful.

And yet he was playing darts just a few minutes earlier.

What, are you thinking someone might have given him a little push?

Either that or he knew exactly what he was doing...

Up to his eyes in debt, no way out.

He wouldn't have been the first copper to top himself,

that's for sure.

It's amazing to think how much the landscape of this city

has changed in the last 50 years.

I mean, back then, everything you needed

was right here on this street.

Yeah, you're not just talking cups of sugar, either.

Domestics, bed-hopping. Yeah, it all went on behind these net curtains.

Murder?

I'd put money on it.

The night Jimmy disappeared...

Well, Nancy said they were all out here toasting the bride and groom.

Hm. Such a tight-knit community...

Yeah, they were communities then, weren't they?

Nowadays, I mean, me for instance, I have no idea who my neighbours are.

And yet not one of them saw Jimmy after he left the pub that night.

Yeah, I was thinking about that.

Maybe we should check the weather reports.

Cos if the fog was as thick as I remember it,

nobody would see him, anyway.

But doesn't it strike you as odd that not one person

raised the possibility of foul play?

Yeah, but all we know is he went arse over tit.

Nancy fails to agree.

She's hardly a reliable witness.

Isn't that Nancy's old house?

Yeah. Yeah.

I wonder if they know where they're living.

This whole street is steeped in history. Every house tells a story.

So why is that one keeping schtum?

Come on, I'll buy you a coffee.

This is bordering on harassment, you know.

Like it or not, we have to take your mother's statement seriously.

She is a vulnerable woman!

Who potentially holds the key to your father's disappearance.

Did Nancy ever talk to you about what happened that night?

No. I didn't even know he'd drowned until I read about it in the paper.

What about your extended family?

Lost all four grandparents during the Blitz.

There were the neighbours, of course. Popping in and out.

Offering tea and sympathy.

Would you say it was a happy marriage?

Yeah, course it was. My father worshipped the ground she walked on.

It must have been hard on your mum.

You know she was never able to look at his photo again after that night.

It used to sit on her dressing table facing the wall.

And she never re-married?

She stayed in that same house for over 60 years.

It was the only way she could stay close to him.

And the house was sold at the beginning of this year.

Is that right?

I couldn't afford to pay for her care, not on what I earn.

It must have been a difficult time for both of you.

It broke her heart.

Now, if you don't mind, I should have been at work hours ago.

Yes, of course.

Before you go, did your mother ever mention a Bertie to you?

Not that I can remember.

Mr Hargreaves, we'll do everything we can to make

this as painless as possible.

You know you're wasting your time.

She's just an ordinary woman who lives an ordinary life.

There is no crime to investigate.

He's just being overprotective. I'd probably be the same.

-You sure that's all it is?

-How do you mean?

-Well, Terry was what, six, when Jimmy died?

-So?

So what's the betting he knows more than he's letting on?

How did you get on, Gerry?

Well, he was up to his neck in debt.

Presumably he threw the towel in.

Suicide? No, I don't buy it.

That might be why Nancy was reluctant to talk to her son.

What, you think she knew?

It's a possibility.

Any mention of depression in his service records?

Passed his medical with flying colours.

Decorated war hero. Struggling to adjust to life on Civvy Street.

Hold on, hold on, we're talking about the '50s here.

If you were depressed, you had a swift drink and got on with it.

Not like today. You can't even move in here without someone sending you

to a bleedin' counsellor.

Something I noticed from the original investigation...

It refers to Nancy's health as "delicate."

In other words, a hypochondriac.

See if you can trace her medical records.

Might shed some light on her state of mind at the time.

Any luck tracking down the neighbours?

-Well, we've found three so far.

-And the rest are either dead or slipped off the radar completely.

They all say the same thing. Nice quiet couple.

Kept themselves to themselves.

Seems too good to be true.

No clue to who this Bertie is?

There was no-one living on the street with that name.

Keep looking, cos he obviously had some connection to Nancy.

Hang on a sec. I left a sausage roll in here this morning.

And?

Well, it's gone!

Right. Let's pick this up in the morning.

Steve, do some digging, see if you can find out who it was that Jimmy owed money to.

Yeah, more to the point, how much?

Yeah, and the pub fight - see if anyone else was involved.

Where're you going?

I happen to have a dinner date, if you must know.

Another one? Must be serious.

Does Ned know about this?

It's none of his business. Anyway, it's not that sort of a date.

Get out there, girl, show him what he's missing. PHONE RINGS

Steve McAndrew.

-'Night.

-Good night.

-Somebody must have nicked it!

I'll be right there.

So, come on - which of you two took it?

You all right, Steve?

Er...yeah, yeah, fine.

Oi!

Hi, excuse me, I got a call to say my son was here.

-Stewart McAndrew.

-He was caught in possession of Class B drugs.

Tricia!

I mean, you've got the means and the motive.

It's a sausage roll!

So you're not denying it, then?

If only you approached every case with this much passion!

Yeah, but you see, it's not just a sausage roll, is it?

It's just the start of things to come.

It always kicks off with the little things, doesn't it?

-Like a sausage roll?

-Exactly.

Thank God it wasn't a steak slice.

-I'll see ya.

-Bye.

Oh, no, no, Danny - I forgot.

-You know those three neighbours you found?

-Hm?

We're down to two. One keeled over at the bingo this morning.

They're dropping like flies.

Short of getting the Ouija board out, I think we're officially screwed.

Any word from Steve?

No, not yet, no.

I take it his son's in some sort of trouble.

Well, they all go off the rails at some point or another, don't they?

And his ex-wife?

She upped sticks in Scotland just to get away from him.

Why was that?

He's got a bit of a temper, the boy.

Threw a radio at her.

I don't know what to do, quite.

Um... Well, I suppose we could always go for a drink together?

What, you mean you and me? Just the two of us?

What, is that so terrifying a prospect?

Oh, no, no, no! Be great... Oh!

Oh, look at that. Caitlin wants me to pop in.

-So I'll see you in the morning, all right, mate?

-Yes.

Cheers. Ta-da.

Thank you.

He was SO checking you out.

Shut up. I'm old enough to be his mother!

Nonsense. Cougars are all the rage.

-Busy day?

-One miserable face after another.

-Yeah, you're a doctor.

Don't remind me. So, what's all this about? Work or pleasure?

It's a bit of both. Well, we've got this suspect...

well, at least we think she's a suspect, but she's got dementia.

OK, so what're we talking? Vascular?

-Alzheimer's.

-How advanced?

She was diagnosed three years ago.

And how's her general health?

No real cause for concern, according to her care home.

Well, of course, it varies hugely, depending on the individual,

but in my experience, those moments of lucidity aren't lost altogether.

So you think she might still be able to help us?

This is where I say too much and get into trouble.

Come on, off the record.

Well, certain studies talk about recognition memory.

Sensory stimulation, if you like.

Little triggers to the past.

Such as?

Sight. Hearing. Smell. Taste. Touch.

You'd be amazed what memories our senses can evoke.

So what happened?

He got caught coming out of some dodgy flat in Camden.

Of all the stupid...

They want one of us to be present during the interview.

Well, that's only cos he's underage. It's nothing to worry about.

How he got hold of the money is anyone's guess.

I'd already told him if he wanted cash he'd have to earn it.

No idea he was into that kind of thing. I mean...

And there you have it.

Which one of you would like to act as Stewart's appropriate adult?

I'll... I'll handle this.

Oh, force of habit. Sorry.

-You and me are going to have words.

-I'm sorry.

Have you any idea what went through my mind when I got that call?

I'm sorry to interrupt, but I would like to get home this evening.

Yeah, sorry. Steve McAndrew.

Unsolved Crimes and Open Case Squad.

-Can you confirm that you are Stewart McAndrew?

-Yep.

-Speak up.

-Yes.

Before you start, could I just ask what quantity we're looking at?

Approximately seven grams.

Seven grams? Well, that's hardly enough to... I mean...

We're looking at personal use only, no intent to supply.

Do you admit the charge, Stewart?

-Yes.

-I would like to point out that Stewart has no criminal convictions of any kind,

-least of all for drug offences.

-Until now, that is.

He's a good kid. Oxbridge material, apparently, according to his tutor.

Who was caught in possession of a class B drug.

We're talking 15 quids' worth.

Which is why in this instance we're opting to caution your son

rather than charge him.

So, Stewart.

Whilst a caution is not a criminal conviction,

I should point out that it could end up being used as evidence

of bad character if you later go to court for another crime.

Ooh, how about him?

Come on. He's too old!

What about the one looking over?

Ha! I've arrested him twice.

You know what your problem is? You're too fussy.

He's an habitual offender. I'd hardly call that fussy.

Right, fine. We're just have to get you online, then, aren't we?

No, no, no, I'm not listening to this.

You are at your sexual peak, woman!

Come on, now's the time to get out there and have a bit of fun.

I'm too busy.

What with?

Work, for a start.

Oh! Those three dinosaurs. I bet even they're seeing more action than you are.

Yeah. And then there's Alex and Maddie.

Who are shagging their way round campus if they're anything like us.

It's just...it's difficult, that's all.

I know it is. I went to pieces when John left me.

What did you do?

Well, it's like grieving.

You get angry, you get drunk, and then one day you think, "Sod it."

Life goes on.

I think I'm still at stage one.

All right, well, not for much longer.

Come on - no more excuses!

Did they charge him?

Just a caution.

What the hell were you thinking?

-I'm sorry.

-How long has this been going on?

-It's just the odd spliff, that's all.

-Well, it stops today. Is that understood?

Let's get you home.

Do you want me to come with you?

Take the keys and wait in the car.

Don't worry. I'll talk to him.

You really think you can bulldoze your way in here after ten years and start laying down the law?

-Now, hang on a minute, I'm just...

-No, you hang on!

You're lucky I let Stewie come within ten feet of you

after what you did.

What? You know he was seeing me?

What, the furtive phone calls, the sneaking around - it doesn't take a genius.

-Well, you haven't tried to stop him!

-What's the point? He'll see the real you soon enough.

Oh, Trisha, will you never let this go? He's my son, too!

Ed has been more of a father to that boy than you ever were.

You never said where you parked.

What are you doing, Gerry?

Crumbs. In your drawer.

One call to forensics and you are banged to rights.

What are you talking about?

My sausage roll.

Are you serious?

Yes, I am bloody serious!

Is this really all you've got to worry about? Hey, why don't I just give you the money, eh?

What are we talking about here? 70, 80p?

-1.20.

-Oh, 1.20! Sure I can manage that!

Here, why don't you just take the whole damn lot?

Oh-ho-ho!

No wonder Stewie's going off the rails with an old man like you!

What did you just say to me?

You heard.

-You probably ate the damn thing yourself.

-What does that mean?

-What is it they say, the mind's the first thing to go?

-Let's play nicely.

That old dear was probably right.

You probably should be in a home.

I should punch your lights out.

Oh, you think you can manage that, do you?

That's enough!

Do I really have to split you two up?

He started it.

Yes, and I'm finishing it.

Right. What have we got?

Oh, er, yeah, that bloke Harry, who we met yesterday,

he was busted in '57 for running a gambling racket, ended up banged up.

So those IOUs of Jimmy's were actually all for Harry?

Yeah.

Well, go back and see him again.

And take him with you.

This isn't over.

What the hell was that all that about?

-Forget it.

-No, Steve...

Are you...

Are you really serious about taking Nancy back to her old house?

I've just spoken to the custody sergeant.

He's fine with it as long as we use an appropriate adult.

What about her son?

Wants nothing to do with it. Reckons we're chasing ghosts.

All we're doing is returning a suspect to the scene of the crime.

Well, I suppose, assuming there is a crime.

There's only one way we're going to find out.

Where does he get off acting like that in the office?

Tell you what, it's a good thing that Sasha was there...

I'd hate to think what would have happened if she hadn't had been.

-Gerry.

-Uh?

Oh, right.

Hello, Harry. We need another little chat.

How much did he owe you?

Nearly £100.

And a police officer at that time would have been earning, what...

Nine, ten quid a week?

I wouldn't know.

You coming in?

Er, no. No, thank you.

So even if he gave you a quarter of his wages,

we're talking about almost a year to pay off his debt.

Yep.

Problem with Jimmy was he didn't know when to stop.

Kept on asking for more.

At first I thought I'd go along with it.

He's a police officer. He wasn't about to screw me over.

But that's exactly what he did do.

Threatened to grass me up to the boys in Scotland Yard.

So you went after him?

I told you before, I never saw him after he left the pub!

I don't believe you.

Believe what you like.

I think you went after him.

You wanted to get your money back and he just laughed in your face.

What are you going to do?

-One word from Jimmy and you're looking at a stretch inside.

-No.

How did you do it, Harry? How did you kill him?

I never killed him, all right! I could've done, but I didn't.

Why not?

Cos he wasn't worth hanging for. Eh!

One other thing.

Yesterday, you seemed a little concerned about Nancy's welfare...

She was always very kind to me.

You said you only knew her in passing.

So which is it?

We were friends.

Nothing more?

I wouldn't even dignify that with a response.

Come on, Harry. Attractive woman living around the corner.

Don't tell me you weren't tempted?

-Leave it!

-No, answer the question.

Nancy was strictly off limits. Jimmy saw to that.

Emma, your role as appropriate adult is to ensure that we communicate

effectively with Nancy.

You have the right to stop this at any time.

-I understand.

-Are you ready?

Don't worry. I'm going to be right by your side.

What did Harry mean when he said that Nancy was strictly off limits?

I suspect that being a copper, Jimmy was the possessive type.

Don't look at me. I was a model husband,

on the rare occasion I went home.

Talking of exes,

I see that Steve's wife is back with a vengeance.

Steve who?

Oh, come on, Gerry.

Every bro-mance goes through a little rough patch, you know.

You just have to make time for each other.

Listen more. Hug it out.

Hug it out with him? You can forget that.

Little present for you.

What's that?

That is the address of a doctors' surgery in Waterloo.

-And?

-Well, it turns out Nancy was something of a regular.

Yeah, but anything they had would have been shredded years ago.

No, I've already checked. All their records have been archived.

What, and it's down to me, is it?

So what are you going to be doing

while I'm trawling through their bins?

Oh, I thought I'd do a little digging of my own,

find out whose wedding it was.

A wild goose chase, if you ask me.

We haven't got any suspects, haven't even got a bleedin' body.

How are you supposed to get into these?!

Ah, done it.

Ah, right. So how does all this work? Is it alphabetical?

If you...

Thanks a bunch(!)

We'll take the lead from you.

In your own time, Nancy.

Just tell us when you're ready to talk.

The sooner we're finished here, the happier I'll be.

'What have I told you about running down the stairs?

'Enemy sighting at six o'clock. Permission to fire, Sir.

'Permission granted.

'If you're going to play soldiers, do it outside.

'You're supposed to be dead!

'I got another Gerrie.

'Oh, that's my boy!'

Nancy?

Where's she going?

Nancy?

What have they done?

What have they done to my house?!

Nancy...

This isn't how it should be.

It's not right. None of it is.

I think she's had enough.

-Come on, Nancy. Let's get you home. It's OK.

-Get off me.

-No-one's going to hurt you.

-Get away from me!

It's all right, it's all right.

Nancy? What is it you're so frightened of?

Talk to me, Nancy.

'You've been out there again, haven't you? Parading yourself.

'Making a show of me.

'Who was it this time, eh? Bill. 'Harry Page?

'It's all in your head, Jimmy.

'So you're calling me a liar now?

'Let me fix you another drink.

'I don't want another drink.'

'SCREAMING'

-I want to go.

-Yes, of course.

-Please don't keep me here.

-It's all right, Nancy.

You don't have to do anything you don't want to.

You should never have brought her here.

I'm sorry.

I tried to save him.

But it was too late.

Who, Nancy?

I didn't even get to bury him.

Oh, yes! Gotcha.

Now, Margaret Ann Blissett,

married William Thomas Butler of 38 Shiplake Street

on the 12th November 1956.

-Next door to Nancy?

-Are they both alive?

Well, they moved out in 1976 to an address in Camberwell,

and that's where the trail ends, sadly.

Well, keep looking.

Will somebody tell him I've had to block him in?

The car park's chocka.

-Will you two just sort it out, please?

-Listen, Gerry, I ca...

Would you tell my colleague that I have absolutely no interest in whatever he has to say?

-This is like working in a creche.

-Except we're dealing with considerably lower IQs.

Here you go. Nancy's medical records.

Anything interesting?

It starts off pretty standard.

Bit of bruising here and there, abrasions on her arm,

but then he pushes it up a notch.

Fractured wrist and three broken ribs,

So not only is our local bobby a chronic gambler and alcoholic,

he's also handy with his fists.

-That would explain Nancy's behaviour at the house.

-So why didn't she go to the police?

Well, they wouldn't have bothered with domestics in those days, would they? And anyway, he was the police!

Call in the specialist search team.

Specialist search...? Does she know something we don't?

Ceiling, walls, floor. I want everything ripped up.

PHONE RINGS

-Steve.

-Hm?

-Tricia.

Thanks.

Hello?

Hope he's not in a hurry. I've blocked him in!

HE LAUGHS

Are you sure about this?

Not really, no.

So why are we here?

Because I know this house is hiding something.

I've called round all his friends but no-one's seen him.

What about his mobile?

Switched off.

And you've no idea where he might've gone?

-Do you really think I'd be sat here if I did?

-OK, OK. Did you have a row?

I found another stash in his room.

Ah, shit. What did you do?

I flushed it down the toilet.

Yeah, all right.

I blame you for all this, you know.

Just waltzing back into his life after ten years.

No wonder the kid's confused.

What, you've got nothing to say? Is that it?

Just bury your head in the sand like you always did.

Great to see you, too, Trish.

We really must do this again some time, in another ten years!

Do you think the neighbours knew?

I can't see how you could keep a secret on a street like this.

Come on. How long does it take to find a body?

That's assuming there's a body to find.

Don't say that.

Still, kudos for getting Strickland to sign off on this one.

Yeah, I didn't.

Well, sometimes you've just got to take the initiative.

And if we go back empty-handed?

Don't even want to think about that.

Ma'am, you'd better come and see this.

Is it Jimmy?

So what happens now?

I don't know about you, but I could really use a drink.

So we're just going to sit here in silence, are we?

Now I know where Stewie gets it from.

What do you want me to say - I'm sorry?

It'd be a start, yeah. Hm-mm.

You really haven't got a clue, have you?

What it was like being married to you.

The days when you couldn't even get out of your bed to see your son.

All your highs, and your lows. And we lived through them all.

You were the one who had the affair, remember?

You took Stewie and you just disappeared.

I mean, it was terrible!

Is there any wonder?

You suffocated the life out of me, Steve.

I just needed to find some comfort from somewhere, anywhere!

I looked at you sometimes and do you know who I saw staring back at me?

Your father.

You broke us.

Just like he broke you.

Hey! You've got some explaining to do, pal.

-What are you doing here?

-Looking for you!

-Oh, I stayed at a mate's house.

-Why didn't you answer your phone?

-I lost my phone.

-Get in the car.

Are you two OK now?

Just get in the car.

Now you listen to me.

Not only are you slowly killing off the few brain cells you've got left,

but you're jeopardising any chance you have of getting into university.

-I've said I'll stop.

-What about the stash your mother found?

It's just what I had left over.

If I catch you smoking again,

that stash won't be the only thing I end up flushing down the toilet.

So are you and Mum friends again?

I wouldn't say that exactly.

Well, I suppose we ought to draw up some sort of timetable.

What for?

Well, if Stewie's going to divide his time between the two of us...

Cool.

Thank you.

Yes, I know, it's just that I haven't heard from you in a week.

Well, I don't want to keep you if you're going out.

Where are you going? Anywhere nice?

The joys of being a single parent.

And he used to be such a mummy's boy.

-You ought to get on the internet, guv.

-Not you as well!

No, seriously, there's a million lonely divorcees out there

just gagging to be comforted by someone just like you.

If that doesn't put her off, Gerry, nothing will.

We've heard back from the forensic anthropologist.

And?

The baby wasn't full term.

How old?

Six months. Possibly seven.

Jimmy's handiwork?

-Quite possibly.

-Well, there's your motive right there.

You think she fought back?

I'd say he gave her good reason to, wouldn't you?

Poor cow.

So what do you want to do?

We bring Nancy in for questioning.

Whoa, whoa! You tread carefully there, guv'nor.

Yeah, I intend to!

Even a hint of a balls-up, the CPS will drop this quicker

than a whore's drawers on a Friday night.

-Guv...

-Look, I don't know what you're trying to pin on my mother,

but it ends right here. Is that understood?

Terry, come and take a seat in my office.

Did you know that you had a baby brother?

We found him buried at the house.

What happened?

I don't think we'll ever know that for sure.

Was your father ever violent towards you, Terry?

Never.

We're going to arrange for your mother to undergo a capacity assessment...

That way, we'll know whether or not we can interview her formally.

She's a wonderful woman, my mother.

He just...pushed her too far.

Nancy.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you come with us to the station.

Once we're there, one of our doctors will assess whether you can help us further with our investigation.

Who are you?

DCI Sasha Miller.

I'll just go and get my coat.

I think it might be a bit chilly later.

If I were you, I'd put that under lock and key.

Mr Standing.

Could I have a word?

Yeah, of course. Come on.

It's just in here, Nancy.

Terry...

It's all right. I'm here.

-Guv'nor, have you got a minute?

-Can this wait, Gerry?

I don't think so.

Nancy, my colleague here is going to make you a cup of tea

and we'll be back with you as soon as we can.

Has something happened?

I'm sorry. There's just something I need to deal with first.

Step inside, please.

Harry Page has just confessed to Jimmy's murder.

Get Strickland to authorise a warrant to search Harry's house.

Have you seen the state of it?

I'd have more luck raiding a car boot sale.

Just find me something. Anything.

So, let's start at the beginning, shall we?

I killed him.

How?

I followed him out of the pub and we got in a fight.

And then what?

Jimmy got me on the ground so I reached up and grabbed a brick.

And hit him where, exactly?

Cracked him straight across the skull.

So where's the body, Harry?

I dumped him in the river.

A busy pub on a Saturday night and no-one else saw you?

I hid round the back till they closed up.

And then what? Dragged the body all the way to the river?

That's right.

No. It would take at least two people to move a dead body.

-I was a strong man back then.

-Oh!

So, come on - when are you going to charge me?

As soon as we're satisfied you're telling the truth.

What do you think?

Too easy.

Jimmy owed him what? 90 quid.

You really think that's enough to kill him?

It was a lot of money in those days.

Do you think he's covering for Nancy?

If he is, he's 60 years too late.

Are you looking for Nancy?

Because the police came and took her away.

Actually, Peggy, I've come to see you.

Or to use your full name, Margaret Ann Butler nee Blissett...

Formerly of number 38 Shiplake Street.

Your wife and Nancy were friends, right?

Till the day she died.

And I would imagine that London wasn't a particularly welcoming place back then.

It wasn't.

But Nancy was different?

She went out of her way to make us feel at home.

That woman... she was an angel.

Tell me about Jimmy and Nancy's marriage, Harry.

What about it?

Come on. Everyone knows he used to knock her around.

That wasn't my business.

So you just turned a blind eye?

It wasn't the done thing to interfere,

especially someone of my colour.

She was pregnant, did you know?

I had heard.

'Cept she lost it.

See, we're still trying to establish whether or not

it was a punch or a kick that did it.

You know what I find strange,

that no-one on that street did anything.

I mean, you go all out to welcome a bride and groom, but no-one

helped a woman who's being beaten to within an inch of her life!

You don't understand.

What's to understand? You let her down, Harry.

That's why we're really here, isn't it, Harry?

Cos for the last 60 years, it's been eating away at you.

I tried! God knows I tried.

But Jimmy, he was dangerous.

So you just let it go on?

What choice did we have?

The police weren't going to turn on one of their own, were they?

No, but someone did intervene that night.

So who was it, Harry?

Who was man enough to stand up to Jimmy Hargreaves?

It was the brooch that gave you away, Peggy.

It's a Swallowtail, if memory serves.

That was a present from my mother on my wedding day.

Have you and Nancy been friends for long?

-Over 65 years.

-Hm.

It must have been hard.

Watching someone you care about being beaten, week in, week out.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Come on, Peggy.

Best friends.

I bet you two shared everything.

Every slap. Every cry.

I expect you lived it all yourself.

He once punched her so hard he managed to make her miscarry.

And yet no-one intervened?

The men knew all about it,

but they were too scared to do anything.

The night Jimmy disappeared...

That was my wedding day.

'But the men all went off to the pub, didn't they?'

So there you are,

the blushing bride waiting eagerly for her husband to come home.

Except it was quite an agonising wait, wasn't it,

what with all the thumps and the screams coming from next door.

It sounded like he was going to kill her.

'I tried to pull him off her, but Jimmy wasn't letting go.

'He had this look in his eyes.

'It was the devil, I tell you.

'What did you do with the body, Peggy?'

We waited till the early hours

and then we loaded him into the back of my husband's car.

So where did you take him?

We drove him to a bombsite.

Kids had already been digging so I just covered him up as best I could.

And Nancy?

Oh, she was in shock.

I don't think she knew what was going on.

'She loved him, see. In spite of everything.'

A street full of men,

and not one of them had the balls to stand up to Jimmy.

Do you want us to do Harry for wasting police time?

-Let him go.

-Why bother confessing in the first place?

Guilt. He chose to turn a blind eye,

just like everyone else on that street.

You think the CPS have got enough to charge Peggy?

That's their call.

-What about Nancy?

-I think she's suffered enough, don't you?

And what happens now?

I'm going to take you home, Mum.

And Bertie?

He's at peace now.

All right?

Yeah, all right.

Good result today.

It's what we're paid for.

Look, Gerry, about what I said the other day, I...

I was out of order, OK?

Well, at least we agree on something.

It's just not the same drinking without you, all right?

It's cheaper, granted,

but...

it's like Batman without Robin,

you know what I mean?

More like Laurel without Hardy.

And I don't expect you needed me on your case...

Pint?

I'll grab my coat.

We are going for a drink.

Ah!

You coming, guv'nor?

No, I've made other plans. Sorry.

-Danny?

-I think I'll let you two have a little alone time.

And remember, Sash, it's just like riding a bike.

Just don't forget to take your stabilisers off, OK?

And if he gives you any jip,

you come and find us, all right?

Gerry, the boss and I have been working on a new case.

Yep, we could really use your input.

All right, yeah, sure. What have you got?

Yeah, yeah, yeah - very funny(!)

Well, an allegation has been made, Gerry.

It's our duty to follow it up.

You know your trouble, don't you?

You've got too much time on your hands, mate.

-Is that what I think it is?

-No, no.

-Come back here, Gerry!

-It's a different one.

Hi.

Christ, you look rough.

It's been one of those days.

Should I even ask?

I'll only depress you.

Then don't bother.

What are you doing?!

Go to the toilet and get that face sorted out.

-Just tell me what the problem is first.

-Sorry?

You said you needed some advice.

Oh, did I? I was lying.

What are you doing?

It's called a set-up.

Only talk to the ones with the red straws. The rest are married.

You'll thank me in the morning.

# 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

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