Romans Ruined New Tricks

# It's all right, it's OK

# Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey

# It's all right, I say, it's OK

# Listen to what I say

# It's all right, doing fine

# Doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine

# It's all right, I say, it's OK

# We're getting to the end of the day. #

Sorry, guv'nor, traffic's a nightmare.

We managed.

What time d'you get in?

Eh?

Last night. What time?

-I don't know, one?

-Two?

It's often the first sign, you know. Being late for a shout.

What are you talking about?

This lock-up belonged to a 35-year-old weights instructor

called Mark Rix.

In October 2008 he died of a heart attack.

-First sign of what?

-Shh!

Last week,

among a load of goods recovered from a burglary gang, CID found a Roman

sword that they say was nicked from in here 12 months ago.

Roman?

Well, reproduction, obviously.

The sword had bloodstains on it.

DNA matched a naked, headless man found in a sandpit near

Heathrow in November 2008...exactly a fortnight before Rix's death.

Now, no-one knew that Rix had this place at the time.

We still don't have a name for Sandpit Man

and his murder's still unsolved.

And that is where we come in.

First sign of what?

Declining interest. A desire to retire.

Wow. Look at this place.

Oh, nice boy.

He liked his Roman gear, didn't he?

-Gladiator.

-"Unleash hell."

-Good film, that. I like that.

-Yeah, yeah.

That's some sort of shrine.

-YAWNING:

-Oh, yeah.

Did you get to bed at all?

-Eugh!

-What is it?!

Glass phials, syringes, and...

Whoa!

GERRY RETCHES

Gerry. I told you not to have that curry last night.

Lab report says, not just DNA but indents and marks on the sword

match notches in the severed vertebra on Sandpit Man's

neck, proving that the body was a match to the head in the fridge.

-Surprise, surprise.

-Nutter.

-"Frenzied," is what it says here.

-Huh!

What about Rix?

When Mark Rix died his body lay undiscovered for several days.

Now, he worked in a gym and yet nobody reported him missing,

not family, or friends.

The pathologist noted Rix's physique and the indication of

-long-term steroid use as a...

-KNOCK AT DOOR

..possible contributory factor to his heart attack.

Guv'nor, are you bringing all the stuff from the lock up here?

Yes. It's all been logged so now we've got to go through it all.

Do we?!

Look, we know that Mark Rix topped the Sandpit Man, right?

Then a few weeks later, he fell off his own perch.

End of. Case closed.

Yeah, but we still don't know who Sandpit Man is.

I mean, you might be right but we have to at least try and prove it.

Yeah, all right.

And if the pathologist knew Rix was a murderer, he might have

been a bit more careful about saying it was just a heart attack.

A bit coincidental, isn't it, Rix dropping dead just two weeks

after the man he's supposed to have killed?

Quite. No joy on the dental records so I've asked for a forensic

reconstruction of the head, see if we have any luck that way.

What we do have a handle on is the other stuff in the fridge.

The phials and syringes and they contain...Norazerine,

Clorazerinol, Gisteranol, Paraxidrolone...

Sound like the Man City back four!

Anabolic steroids. Banned ones. Class C.

So the pathologist was on the money.

It's a bit weird, you know, Rix was obsessed with this Roman stuff,

but there's none of it in his place.

Everything that mattered to him seemed to be in his lock-up.

No, his flat was empty. Just a few bits of furniture.

-There was a bed, telly. That was it.

-Bit more Spartan than Roman, eh?

How come no-one knew about the lock-up? What was he doing?

Leading some kind of other, secret life?

It's not surprising, is it?

If he went round chopping people's heads off.

Exactly. "If."

Now, these are all original Roman shrines similar to this one.

They were dedicated to the goddess Nemesis.

Now, in Imperial Rome she was worshipped by victorious

generals and gladiators.

She's often shown riding in a chariot drawn by...griffins.

Griffins? Oh.

She was seen as divine justice. Retribution. The avenger of hubris.

Did this obsession with Rome

have anything to do with what happened to Sandpit Man?

What's this?

Now, this was one of the DVDs found at the lock-up.

It was labelled "Imperium", which is Latin for, "The Power to Command".

What's Latin for, "Losing the will to live"?

It's also the name of a Roman re-enactment society

based in London. The Secretary is John Otway.

He works as a drayman for Guilder's brewery.

-Ah!

-Gerry.

What, people dressed as Romans, pretending to be Romans?

Yes. People like this.

SHOUTING

It seems to me that Mark Rix was obsessed with this

gladiator business.

He got a bit carried away sometimes.

He took it too seriously.

Seriously?

I mean, too eager.

This weapon was stolen from a lock-up that Mark Rix owned.

It was used to cut off a man's head and the body was

found near Heathrow in 2008, just shortly before Mark Rix died.

It's a Roman sword. So what?

So we're trying to identify the man, Mr Otway.

-Him and his killer.

-You think it was Mark that done it?

-We're keeping an open mind.

-You knew Mark Rix, obviously.

-Yeah.

-Did you or any other members of the society go to his funeral?

I don't think any of us were very close to him.

He kept himself to himself.

Apart from Imperium, we didn't have that much in common.

Yeah, he made armour and stuff...

-And weapons?

-Yes. That was his thing.

Do you remember any of his friends, his colleagues?

No. He didn't seem to have any. He was always a bit of a loner.

I need the names of the other Imperium members at the time.

I'd have to ask their permission.

It's not a request.

How often d'you meet, the society?

Once or twice a month.

More if there's a big festival or show happening.

-And is there one, any time soon?

-Why?

Yeah. Uxbridge. This Saturday.

-Oh. Nice.

-Lovely.

I don't want to be rude but I've got a round to finish.

Hi, Neil Murphy?

Hey. We've got some good deals on at the moment.

For people near retirement.

Keeping the body active, that sort of thing.

No, no, no, no. I'm Gerry Standing

from the Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad.

I'm here to talk about Mark Rix.

Wow, now there's a blast from the past.

And you were his boss, yeah?

Yeah, yeah. Why? What's this all about?

We're trying to find out whether he killed someone.

So, did he have any personal clients?

No. Just used to come in, take his class and go.

Not really a people person, know what I'm saying?

Did any of his clients piss him off at all?

And then suddenly stop appearing?

Not that I remember.

D'you know if he ever took anabolic steroids?

And I'm talking non-prescription.

Not here, he didn't.

We have a zero tolerance policy against illegal substances.

We do! You can't get away with that sort of stuff these days.

No, no. So you've never seen any of these then?

Norazerine, Gisteranol, Tryparazine. No.

Never.

Right.

So the Drug Squad won't find any when they turn this place over?

-What?!

-Yeah, they said they could give me

a couple of hours this afternoon.

I mean, your members won't mind, will they?

-And they'll love the sniffer dogs.

-Come on, for crying out loud!

OK, I did hear a rumour and I confronted him about it.

And?

He went bonkers. Literally. I thought he was going to kill me.

Yet somehow you're still here.

Only cos I did a runner.

Look, the man was OK when I first met him.

But as time went on, he just went bigger and bigger and...

Nastier.

Listen, I went off sick for a week.

When I came back, I never mentioned it again.

OK, so you don't know who he sold them to.

How about where he got them from?

I've no idea. On my mother's life!

So, he had a temper.

They call it "steroid rage". No wonder no-one went to his funeral.

That's one theory.

This bloke was off his trolley.

Sandpit Man was already naked before he was killed.

That's not done suddenly, in a rage.

Do you want to hear my other theory?

Two theories in one day? Wow, Gerry.

This had bugger all to do with people pretending to be Roman.

This was a falling out between a drug dealer

and someone who owed him.

So then Rix just drops dead, of a heart attack?

After a lifetime on steroids. Exactly.

TEXT MESSAGE

Ah, the other Imperium members. Where's Dan?

Probably in here somewhere! Dan?! Dan?!

PHONE RINGS

Steve McAndrew, UCOS.

Dan? Spooky.

Yeah. What?

Where?

OK, we'll get there as soon as we can.

He wants us all to go and look at something.

This is where the body was found.

Now, according to the map,

this sandpit was on the site of an ancient

Roman camp. Julius Caesar's, supposedly.

He crossed the Thames at Brentford.

Some people will do anything not to live in south London.

The person who was killed here was slain with a replica Roman

sword, owned by a man, who we know, dressed as a gladiator.

Not all that again!

And your point is?

What if Rix saw this as his arena?

Arena?

Gladiator versus helpless victim. Like the Christians in ancient Rome.

Oh, by the way,

the labs came back about the dental records.

There's no positive ID yet but the fillings were eastern European.

Romanian, to be precise. As in "Land of the Romans".

As in, land of the illegal stimulant, you mean.

Romania was part of the Eastern Bloc

and that's where half of all anabolic steroids come from.

It's a hangover from when all the Communist countries used

illegal drugs in sport.

See, that's what I love about this job.

You're always learning, aren't you?

Hold on a sec, before you all spin off, can I ask, how did Rix persuade

Headless to come here, get naked and get decapitated all on his own?

How do we know he was on his own?

Look, Rix. Gladiator. Shrine to Nemesis.

What if this wasn't a murder but a ritual killing?

What if Imperium aren't a nice, cosy re-enactment society...

Maybe this is what Otway was holding back.

And Nemesis was the goddess of anabolic steroids!

Gerry, if drug trafficking is what's behind all this then where's

the evidence? The paper trail, the cash, the drugs?

Rix had a lock-up and an empty flat.

All the steroids in the fridge tell me is that he was a drug user,

not a drug baron.

Fine. You want proof? I'll find it.

Good. You can start by looking through the stuff in the office.

With Dan.

The sooner you do it, the quicker we can clear the place.

Steve, let's go see some Roman wannabes.

Have fun, boys.

-Julia Kane?

-Hi.

DCI Miller. Thanks for agreeing to talk.

Not at all. I'm happy to help.

This is about Imperium and Mark Rix, is that right?

Sorry, who told you that?

John Otway. I spoke to him just after you rang.

And how much did he tell you?

That you think Mark Rix murdered someone.

Right.

Well, given what you knew about Rix, do you think that's possible?

I wouldn't say that I knew him.

I was only in Imperium for a year.

Well, I wouldn't say that any of us did, really.

He was a bit odd, yeah, but he was really committed to the group.

He made amazing armour.

Plus, he had a van that he drove us all about in.

But people didn't like him very much.

No. I wouldn't say that.

Well, he had quite a temper, apparently.

Mark wasn't the most sensitive guy around but...murder?

The armour that Rix made. Did Imperium pay him for that?

No. He was happy just to let them have it.

He loved making it.

So did you never wonder how come he let you have it all for nothing?

As a woman, I never got to wear it. So no.

Julia, did Mark Rix ever sell anybody drugs?

Anabolic steroids, that sort of thing?

No. How would I know that?

You're a personal trainer,

gyms... We all know that sort of thing goes on in your world.

No. No, I never saw him do that.

When did you leave Imperium?

-2009.

-Because?

I got married.

It wasn't my fella's thing and he wanted the weekends to be for us

so... Plus, I changed jobs.

Speaking of which. Do you mind?

No, of course. Thank you.

If you want to talk again, just give me a call.

All right?

-I teach science and Tim's...

-History.

Including the Romans, I see.

Year Seven's studying them as part of the syllabus,

mostly in regard to their presence in Britain.

Right... Could I ask you about re-enactment?

What's the attraction there?

Well, it's obvious, isn't it?

It's another world. It's exciting. Stimulating.

The awareness of how simple and yet extraordinarily difficult

it must have been to live back then.

You can lose yourself,

be someone else, someone very...different.

And you get to wave a sword around a bit too, eh?

So, yeah, have a look at this shot of Mark Rix.

How would you say he felt about re-enactment?

Well, he maybe took it a bit more seriously than the rest of us...

-Tim.

-Certainly looks like it.

He was a little overenthusiastic.

-Half of him thought he was Roman.

-Come again?

He thought - well, he believed actually -

he was a reincarnated gladiator called Marcus Rex.

By the end he said he wanted to be called that, Marcus Rex - not Rix.

-Really?

-I didn't take it that seriously.

But he did say that, yes.

When we first knew him he was really nice.

Nice?

Well, he was a bit awkward, but he was very...

-..generous. The van and the armour and...

-Nemesis?

Did he want to share his fascination with the goddess?

Anyway, did you ever meet any of Rex's

-sorry, Rix's friends, work colleagues?

-No.

No-one who might have been foreign?

Somebody you might have seen him with?

We think he might have had eastern European connections.

Possibly Romanian, someone like that?

No. I don't ever recall him having any acquaintances of that kind.

SCHOOL BELL RINGS Sorry, that's the end of break.

Oh, right, well, thank you.

Oh, did...?

Did Rix ever ask anyone back to his....

-where he lived?

-No.

No, he never asked anyone back to his flat.

But then again, neither did John or Julia.

I did. I invited you.

Oi! Wait outside!

Takes me back.

Oh, this is ridiculous. It's going to take me weeks.

Nah, I can't be bothered with this.

They should get uniform in.

Really? Why?

You not bothered?

About the case. You a bit bored?

Cut it out, will you?

I didn't say I was bored,

I just don't think this is part of my job description, that's all.

Oh, shit!

-Well done.

-Leave me alone, Danny!

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Hello.

Hello.

Eureka.

Nemesis my arse!

Fiona Kennedy, forensic anthropologist.

I have the facial reconstruction you wanted.

Yes, sorry. Dan Griffin.

This is Gerry Standing.

Where's the head?

Digital. More accurate, less time-consuming.

I've got a laptop over there. After you.

Wow.

Well, hopefully. To get another view you just press the...

Move it through another rotational axis.

Yes, you couldn't do that in version two.

Have you worked this software before then?

-Er, well, yes, actually.

-Good.

-Uh-oh!

It can be exceedingly tedious having to explain

all the other modifications. Specially the prismatic perception

and the secondary feature delineation

which as you know can be...

-extremely complicated.

-Yes, yes, extremely complicated.

Oh, hi, DCI Sasha Miller.

Dr Fiona Kennedy. Forensic anthropologist.

-Hi, Steve McAndrew.

-Hello, there's your head in the fridge.

-Wow.

-Oh, look at that, very lifelike, isn't it?

-That is the general idea. I hope it helps. Bye.

-Thank you.

Well, excusez-moi, hen.

She's a scientist. Hasn't got time for idle chit-chat.

Yeah.

-What's happened to you?

-Exhibit A, drugs.

Those tubs of whey protein are stuffed with them.

Nice work, if a little messy.

Hey, do you want to hear the latest on Roman in the gloamin'?

The Dugdales told me that Rix believed in reincarnation.

And he thought he'd once been a real Roman gladiator

who went by the name of - get this - Marcus Rex.

Told you. Mad as a box of frogs.

That's according to the Dugdales.

Yeah, and Tessa Dugdale also told me

that they'd never been to Rix's place, but she knew it was a flat.

She could have got that from newspaper reports.

Julia Kane seemed pretty keen to downplay Rix being weird or angry.

Let's get this image out there, but in the meantime

I want to find out about Otway, the Dugdales and Julia.

-Just something doesn't seem quite right.

-Course it doesn't,

-they dress up as Romans every weekend.

-No, I don't mean that.

There's something else. Something odd.

-We just need to find out what it is.

-Yeah, but how?

Go undercover.

Imperium may not want to speak to UCOS

-but I'm sure they'll speak to a naive newcomer.

-Like who?

-Me.

-You?!

-Yes.

Well, I haven't met any of them before, have I?

Yeah, right! Look, look, what about all that Roman guff?

You won't know what they're talking about.

Gallia est omnia divisa partis tris,

quarum incolunt Belgae, aliam Aquitani...

Oh, I'm sorry, forgot. You don't speak Latin.

And these people honestly believe the past is a better place?

Well, it's probably just a bit more interesting, you know.

You should try a Roman dentist.

It's a complete contrast to the way they live here and now.

-How's Danny getting on?

-He'll be in position in a minute.

-He should be there now.

-Maybe he's had a better offer.

Didn't you notice him yesterday?

Him and Mrs Brainstorm? Yeah, fancied her rotten.

Couldn't get a word out. Like a puppy dog.

Hey. Woof-woof.

This all looks very authentic.

You've based yourself on the uniform of the 20th Legion, am I right?

-That's correct.

-Good for you.

I mean, 14th Legion were terribly big-headed

and the 2nd Legion were all cowards.

-You've been on the website.

-No, no, just interested.

I'm more of a 2nd century AD specialist

but I have to say what you're wearing is absolutely spot-on.

-Sorry, Roger Sanders.

-John Otway. How interested are you?

We're always on the lookout for new members.

Oh, no, I could never afford anything like that.

Oh, don't worry about that, we can provide it.

You have to take good care of it, mind you, but come along.

-We're based in London.

-Really? Are you sure?

Mr Otway, good afternoon. You both look very Roman.

I'm sorry, but we have a display in a couple of minutes.

Then I'll make this quick.

My colleague Steve here spoke to Tim yesterday

and Tim told him about Mark Rix believing that he was reincarnated

as Marcus Rex?

It sounds like he was becoming a bit divorced from reality.

Was that what scared you as well?

For God's sake, I didn't say I was scared. He was a bit weird,

but that doesn't mean we had anything to do with what happened to him!

-Just calm down, OK?

-No, no. You calm down.

No, no, look you're asking questions in a way

that's trying to make out - get off! - we were somehow involved.

We're just a normal group of people...

Yeah, you look totally normal to me, mate.

I suggest you shut up and listen, OK?

You recognise this man?

-No? Tim?

-No.

Tessa?

No?

-Great, thanks for your help. Enjoy the rest of your day.

-Thank you.

What was all that about?

He's a former member of ours.

A sword he might have made is then supposed to have turned up

and been used in a killing of another bloke.

It's a load of rubbish.

Oh, gosh.

Anyway, tell me something about these wonderful bows and arrows.

Any ideas yet? Whether it was him?

Rix.

-Dad?

-What?

-Where are you?

-Where am I? What do you mean?

-Is that a new shirt?

Er... No. No, it's just a plain old work shirt.

It is, isn't it? It's a new shirt.

-Are you meeting someone?

-No, of course not.

You are. You're meeting someone!

-It's a woman, isn't it?

-Don't be ridiculous!

My God, I'm hardly out the door and you're on the pull.

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

Well, how old is she? Is she good-looking?!

Holly, stop it! I'm working.

Holly, I've got to go.

Yeah, that's what I said.

See you later.

-All right, bye.

-Hi.

Oh, hello.

I'm sorry to bother you - especially at the weekend.

I just needed to, um...

-I wanted to ask you something.

-Oh.

What it is, is...

With the update, version three,

is the expansion facility on the reconstruction software

still index-based?

You mean for adding secondary features,

-facial hair, glasses, beards,

-et cetera? Yes.

Yes.

Told you about that.

Yes. Right. Sorry. Thanks.

Anything else?

No. No, that's all.

MOBILE BEEPS

How did you know I worked at the weekends?

Everything all right?

Yes. Not important. It's just my daughter.

I don't mean that my daughter's unimportant, I...

I appreciate how assiduous you've been, Mr Griffin,

even though these visits have often been very difficult.

But I'm glad you're here because since you came last month

-there's been a development.

-Development?

For about the last six weeks, we've been trialling a different set

of medication and it's started to prove quite effective.

With, so far as your wife is concerned, very few side-effects.

Go on.

It's early days,

but given the way in which Sarah has responded to this treatment,

I wanted you to be prepared for the possibility of a positive outcome.

Positive? What's your definition of positive?

Well, as a result of this new regimen,

at some future point we could recommend that she be discharged.

Clearly, given the terms of the restriction order,

this would only happen under rigid supervision.

Initially probably on to a low secure unit.

And if that were successful?

Then, providing the Mental Health Unit

at the Ministry of Justice were satisfied,

Sarah could be considered suitable for reintegration

back into the community.

A halfway house with the support of a community psych team.

If this were to happen, there would then be the question

of where and to whose care she would be finally entrusted.

In some cases,

the family of the patient might agree to take responsibility

but I realise in this instance that may prove difficult.

Of course, Sarah would have to adhere strictly to the medication.

The seriousness of failing to do so would be made very clear.

Of course, you and Holly would be informed and involved

-in this process every step...

-No. No, my daughter won't.

She doesn't want anything to do with it...

She won't be involved.

SARAH LAUGHS IN DISTANCE

Do you mind if I don't...?

I don't think I can see Sarah, not today.

Yeah, the other members were a bit shocked, weren't they?

They didn't seem to know who Sandpit Man was.

Tim didn't like it, did he? Way over the top.

Especially for a bloke wearing a bleeding skirt.

There is nothing wrong with men in skirts.

Hey, where's Julius Caesar, by the way? He should be in by now.

# When you're in love with a beautiful woman... #

Ah, talk of the devil. How'd it go on Saturday after we left?

-Any joy?

-Not yet.

Softly, softly catchy monkey.

I did manage to get myself invited to an Imperium meeting

-later on today though.

-Oh, well done, you.

-Did they say anything about us?

-Minimal. I didn't want to push it.

How long were you there?

Erm, until after the display.

You should have stayed and watched. It was fabulous.

So when's this lot going?

Ah, Interpol.

They have a positive ID on the head reconstruction image.

Radu Fumar.

-Ah, you're brilliant. That is spot-on, that's him.

-Yeah.

"Romanian ex-Olympic weight-lifter,

"wanted for operating an illegal drugs lab

"and the manufacture and supply of banned steroids."

-One-nil!

-"He escaped arrest in Bucharest in 2006,

"resurfaced in Hungary in 2007 but then disappeared again.

"Romanian Police believe that he had links to Germany and the UK.

"Interpol informed the Drug Squad but since then - nothing."

So if he was all over Europe, what's the betting that Rix

used these Imperium jollies to link up with him?

Well, now we have a name, we can show Imperium members the photo.

See if they recognise Fumar.

Well, hold on, hold on, some of them might be involved.

No, you don't want to spook them.

What we need to do is talk to someone who's daft enough

not to realise.

Get on to the Drug Squad, see what they know about Fumar.

And we should make a point of thanking, erm...

Fiona.

Erm, Dr Kennedy, I mean.

I'll call the Drug Squad.

HE MOUTHS

We're talking six years ago.

Justice never sleeps.

Oh, yeah. I remember. He was Dutch.

-Dutch?

-Well, he said he was Dutch.

-Try Romanian.

-Really?

Anyway, that's white van man.

-Good mate of...

-Rix?

What was their relationship like? Were they close?

Were they friends? Physical?

Did they argue? Did they get angry?

You think they were gay?

I can't remember. Just mates.

OK, right, thank you.

Cheers.

Rix, Fumar, a drug network.

All under the cover of Imperium. You were right.

Well, twice in three days. Should I be worried?

Are you a full or a part-time stalker?

We identified the dead man. Radu Fumar, a Romanian drug dealer.

We just wanted to say thank you and how grateful we are.

You're married. I can tell.

So I'm not interested. Sorry.

-No, no.

-Besides, I don't go out with policemen.

Well, I'm not a cop. Well, I mean...not any more.

-And I'm not married.

-Ah, but you've got a daughter.

-Yes. But my wife and I...

-Ah! So you do have a wife.

Yes. No. We're...separated.

-But you're not divorced?

-No. Well...

Well, what? Either you are or you aren't.

-And what about you, are you divorced?

-Yes.

Where's your wife now?

She's in a secure psychiatric unit. Detained under a court order.

She was ill, started to self-harm... and then attack other people,

including me, and ended up trying to drown our daughter in the bath

when she was 13. So, I...

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

I don't know why I'm telling you all this.

I'm really sorry.

We've had tremendous feedback from Saturday.

The organisers were really impressed,

especially about our interaction with the public.

Plus, three more schools have asked us to go in and do

workshops for them. So that's a big pat on the back for Tessa!

Roger! You made it! Come in, come in.

Yet another good thing coming out of Saturday.

Well, I was just listening to what you said

and I have to say, I had a really great time.

I was SO impressed with your dedication, enthusiasm,

-and attention to detail.

-Then let's see if we can't

-get you measured up as a member of Imperial.

-Oh!

-Tim.

-Nice to see you again.

-Hello.

Strip down to your pants. Don't worry,

Tessa's seen it all before.

DAN LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

Well, I won't, actually, if you don't mind.

Maybe you could just...size me up for now?

Of course. Erm...

you're quite tall, but I'm sure we can find something to fit.

-What size feet are you?

-Oh, eh, a ten.

-Right, I think you're going to need to try these on.

-Right, OK.

I have to say, all these things are absolutely beautiful.

Especially the armour, it looks really authentic.

Yeah, we used to have it made for us by one of our own members,

but he, uh, he died unfortunately.

Oh, was that the guy the policemen were talking about at the weekend?

OK, listen up, everyone! Arrangements for Friday.

Drivers, you should all really have your Eurorail details.

We should aim to get to the Channel Tunnel by four,

which gives us plenty of time to get to Bruges,

check into the hotel and get out for the evening.

-You're going abroad?

-Yeah, we go about three or four weekends a year,

but this one's a really big one.

There's societies coming from all over.

Germany, Holland, France, Italy...

There was a time there was so few of us

we'd all just go down in the one van. Now we have to go convoy!

DAN CHUCKLES

How are they, do they feel OK?

Yeah, great, they're really comfortable actually.

-So, are you going to Belgium?

-Mm-hmm.

-How long are you going for?

-Two or three days.

-Julia!

-Nice to see you.

Bugger! Erm...I've forgotten something. Sorry, be right back.

Oh, hi. I wasn't expecting you back until tomorrow.

-How'd it go?

-Julia Kane turned up.

-At Imperium?

I know her. Eight years ago, when I was in murder,

she worked undercover with the Drug Squad on a joint op.

-Only then, she was Julia Rickaby.

-She's a fitness instructor.

-Not then she wasn't.

-Undercover? Shit!

-Did she see you?

-No. I managed to dash out.

Hey, groovy by the way.

-Don't even think about it.

-No, sandals and socks, always a winner.

I didn't have time to put my shoes on.

Hey, don't worry about it, sandals are the next big thing, eh, Gerry?

-Did you leave your coat in the hall?

-Yeah.

I got in touch with the caretaker, he's letting me in later.

-You didn't leave your UCOS ID in...?

-No, no, no.

Julia Kane - undercover?

STEVE EXHALES

Right, OK, first thing tomorrow, we start this all over again.

OK, OK. Hey, Danny, Danny, did you...?

Did you get to put the whole outfit on? You know, the...

Could you find a toga that went with those socks?

-I'm not rising to it.

-Did you get a selfie?

-Send it over to us. Come on, Gerry.

-Out!

-Good night.

-Um... Tomorrow morning?

I may be a little late.

I need to take some personal time.

Are you in a hurry? Now, I mean.

So, this is probably still a while away? If it happens at all.

And this all happened in the last few months?

Her condition is neuro-pathological.

They've always thought that the right combination

of therapy and drugs, but...

When I first knew her, it was called being lively and unpredictable.

That was a lot of who she was.

It made life...interesting.

Then over time, as the years passed...

it became more erratic than interesting.

-And, erm...more physical.

-Physical?

She would hurt herself. And me.

I could restrain her, but...

So we got help. I persuaded her to get help.

She was prescribed medication, which sometimes

seemed to work, sometimes didn't. Sometimes she didn't take it.

Not long before the, erm, the thing that happened, she...

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

..she attacked a man in a supermarket.

Claimed that he was trying to molest Holly.

It was my boss. He'd been saying hello.

It was smoothed over. He was very good about it, but...

She shouldn't have been alone in the house.

I shouldn't...

-Had she hurt Holly before?

-No, never.

But once is enough, isn't it? To hurt.

No-one believes that she knew what she was doing.

That she even knew it was Holly. But...

that's not much comfort...

when you're lying awake at two in the morning.

We met at school.

She's the only...

I loved her.

Listen, take all the time you need.

Impossible. I won't live that long.

Thanks all the same.

HE OPENS DOOR

You know, these are extremely comfortable.

I'll be in my office if you need me.

OK, thanks.

Hi. How are you?

I'm fine. And you?

They told you about the medication?

They did. How does it make you feel?

Like, um...

like I've emerged from something.

Dr Lee said it had altered the way you...saw things.

No, not the way I see things - the way things are.

Yes, sorry, I didn't...

I mean, you look the same, Dan. But you're not...are you?

All this has changed you. It has to have done.

I can feel it. I can feel things like that.

Now.

It's all right, I don't blame you. You've been incredibly patient.

You've been...good.

Remember you used to say that to me in the early days?

"How good have you been?"

Very good.

More than anyone has any right to expect.

You.

You are...?

And Holly...

-how is she?

-Yes, she's fine.

And college? She's at college? Newcastle.

-Law and politics.

-Yes, yes, I know.

Seeing anybody?

-Holly?

-Yeah.

Erm, I don't know.

-I'd probably be the last person to find out.

-Really?

Oh, I don't think so. I think you would know.

We'd both know, wouldn't we, if there was somebody?

I certainly would. Especially now. Which is good.

It's... (It's just so different.)

It's like...coming up for air.

And then seeing you, the way you are now.

Now everything's changed.

I know what this means to you.

I do.

And believe me, I know how much you tried.

You...are a very good man.

OK, Rix - an anabolic steroid user and dealer -

is in business with Radu Fumar, his supplier.

Rix imports his drugs hidden in bins of protein supplements.

Probably uses his van to and from

-the Continent with trips for Imperium as a cover.

-Thank you!

Julia Kane, working undercover,

-infiltrates Imperium for the Drug Squad.

-In which case,

what do the Drug Squad say?

Hello there! Beginning to think you'd got lost.

-Or bored.

-Never bored working with you, Gerry.

Always an education.

Anyway, the Drug Squad find out about Fumar through Interpol,

but he was never on their radar.

I checked Julia's record, she was with the Drug Squad

-until February '09.

-Four months after Rix's death.

-Ie - hush-hush.

-I think it's safe to assume Julia

wasn't at Imperium by chance, so...

Rix and Fumar dying would blow a hole in any drugs ring.

So why aren't the Drug Squad owning up to it

or, more importantly, taking the credit?

Maybe there was someone else apart from Julia

who was involved. Somebody who needs to be protected.

Or maybe the Drug Squad op just went tits up.

Fumar's death - did Rix act alone? Was Rix even responsible?

Rix's death - was it just an accident?

If it wasn't, why was he killed and who by?

Julia? Someone at Imperium? The Drug Squad?

-Why did Julia leave the force?

-What if it wasn't about drugs?

-Come on! Fumar?!

-Rix.

What about Otway? He's a drayman for God's sake.

His delivery truck's a perfect cover for dropping off drugs.

-And we know he knew Rix from the gym.

-Exactly.

Plus, he organises Imperium's trips to Europe.

OK, what about Tim Dugdale?

Why did he lose it when we asked him about Rix?

This is ridiculous. It's just question after question.

We must be missing something. What is it we're missing?

How do we find out what we're missing?

Well, there is one way. Shake the tree.

Put it out there that we know there's more to all this.

Shake the tree.

Excellent. Now slow it down, slow it down, slow it down.

Great! Step off. Lovely.

See you next week, well done.

Julia. Hi. I brought a colleague with me.

Dan Griffin. I believe you know each other.

Naughty of you, keeping me in the dark about your previous employer.

I find it often avoids complications.

Then let's keep this simple. We know about Fumar's link to Rix

and the illicit steroids they're dealing in.

How much did you know?

Strictly off the record?

We, the Drug Squad, did know about Rix

and we were pretty sure how he was getting his drugs into the UK.

-But we never knew where he kept them.

-It was the lock-up.

Plus we never knew his supplier.

We certainly never made the link to Fumar.

His death was never tied to Rix?

How could it be?

You were the first people to ID his body.

Imperium were about to take a trip abroad,

we were all set to go, then bang, Rix is an ex-drug dealer.

It wrecks everything. I'm pulled out, the operation's shut down.

Not our finest hour.

The others at Imperium? Otway? Was he involved?

I don't know. It's possible.

-But we could never be sure.

-The Dugdales?

-Unlikely.

They were just a pair of lovesick teachers, as far as I could see.

You left the force only four months after Rix's death. Why?

I didn't like the way things were wrapped up.

Or the way I was treated afterwards.

Go on.

People, I won't say who,

put it about that perhaps I'd been less than careful.

That I'd not been doing my job as an undercover cop.

People who had not a single clue how tiring,

shitty and dangerous that stuff is.

So I just thought, "Stick it." Does that answer your question?

Thank you, thank you for being so straight.

-Oh, one other thing. Did you ever find his diary?

-Diary?

Apparently he wrote it every day.

A diary?

-Yeah.

-Rix?

Are you sure?

I never saw him with one.

Well, we found reference to it in stuff that was at the lock-up.

He obviously used it to keep a list of his day-to-day appointments,

meetings, expenditure, stuff like that.

It's annoying, because it was obviously very detailed

and it's in there somewhere.

The only place we think he might have hidden it is in his lock-up.

-You know, in a secret panel or something.

-I've no idea.

I told you, I know nothing about his personal life.

Have you finished?

Do you want a hand?

Naughty.

Evening, Tessa.

-There is no diary, is there?

-No.

I don't understand, Tessa.

-You don't look like a drug dealer to me. Or user.

-I'm not.

Then...why, Tessa?

Talk to me. What happened?

Tessa, two men died. One, maybe both, were murdered.

We will get there in the end.

SHE SOBS

Tessa, stop. Look at me. Look at me!

Oh, shit.

What did he do?

What did Rix do to you?

He raped me.

-I went for a drink with him.

-Alone?

Yes. I wasn't married yet.

To Tim. We were engaged, but I... I found him attractive.

-I mean...

-Rix?

Yeah. Sounds strange, doesn't it?

That's what you're thinking. You think, how could she?

No. I don't think that.

When he first joined, he wasn't like he was at the end.

He was almost nice, really.

I mean, he was a bit of a fantasist, you know, a gladiator.

I thought he was just putting it on.

I found it kind of funny, sort of appealing, really.

But...he wasn't putting it on.

Tessa...you went for a drink?

Hm? Oh...yes.

We went to a bar. Near where he lived.

That way... that way Tim wouldn't find out.

That was when he put something in my drink.

He drugged you? You sure?

I only had one. I didn't even finish it.

I know now I was drugged.

Then he took me back to his flat.

I had no idea what was happening - happened - until the next day.

I didn't go to work for four days.

I told Tim I was sick, which was sort of true, really. There was...

You didn't tell Tim.

I think he suspects.

Who did you tell, Tessa?

You had to have told somebody.

-Tess, you did, didn't you?

-No.

Yes. You had to. Who was it? Hmm?

In the end, who did you tell, Tess?

Otway? No.

Julia?

Julia.

Julia?

Yes. But not until a week later. She was furious.

Angry I'd waited so long because...

Because?

Well, because by then, it was too late. To press charges.

The drug he used was out of my system.

That was when I broke down.

But Julia was fantastic.

She said...a man like Rix, he'd do it again unless he was stopped.

She said, why not do to him, what he'd done to me?

Sorry? What? What did she mean?

Drug him.

Drug Rix and then, when he was helpless, do something to him,

-something to remember me by.

-And did you?

What? What did you do, Tess?

When I saw him again...at Imperium,

he just...smiled at me.

He grinned.

So I got him alone.

I told him he didn't understand.

I'd wanted to have sex with him.

I was just angry because I couldn't remember it.

And he responded to that?

Of course. He was a man.

So we arranged to meet...again.

I went to his flat. We had a drink.

-And when he wasn't looking, I put stuff in his whisky.

-Stuff?

-A drug. Fluni...?

-Flunitrazepam. It's a sedative.

How did you get hold of it, the drug?

From Julia. She said she knew where we could get some.

The problem was... he had this sort of reaction

and just...keeled over.

Dead. He just died. I never wanted that.

I hated him, but I didn't want him dead.

The Drug Squad won't admit there was ever an operation against Rix.

It's hardly surprising, is it, given what happened?

No wonder Julia left the Met. PHONE RINGS

-Drug Squad must have been bricking themselves.

-Why would she do something so stupid?

Gerry Standing. UCOS.

Yeah, she's right here. I'll tell her.

Julia Kane. She says yes...but only you.

We have to stop meeting like this. People will talk.

They already have.

So I hear. Have you charged her - Tessa?

-Not yet. She told us all about your involvement.

-Really?

Flunitrazepam. You supplied her with the drug.

You have proof of that?

Just Tessa's word then.

A woman who was drugged,

raped and utterly devastated by her experience.

You'd be happy to put her in the witness box, would you?

Anyway, tell me, what proof do you have?

You worked for the Drug Squad. You never told her that.

No. Well, I was undercover. Clue's in the title. Next?

OK, how about this?

You knew that an excessive amount of alcohol, mixed with Flunitrazepam...

I'm sorry, I was a police officer, not a pharmacist.

You went to his flat after he died.

You cleared the place of any evidence,

any trace of the drug, anything that would incriminate you or Tessa.

You planned this. And you used Tessa to carry it out.

You're saying, if Tessa did do this, it's because Rix raped her.

Rix, a truly appalling human being,

as evidenced by row upon row of empty pews at his funeral.

You're a police officer. You should have known better than to

-take the law into your own hands.

-Oh, please.

And what if you're like Tessa, for whom the law doesn't work?

If the law fails you?

If you know there's nothing you can do, what then?

And just so it's clear for the sake of anyone listening in...

'I'd like you to tell me this. What good would it do?'

What purpose would it serve,

pursuing this particular investigation?

Even if, as I say, you had any real proof?

Not exactly the result we were looking for.

We could always nick Julia for stealing and supplying drugs.

-Please...

-Just a thought.

What she did was mad, it was so risky!

Got away with it, though. Up till now.

The Drug Squad just pushed her out the back door and put a lid on it.

Do you think husband Tim knew what happened to Tessa?

Well, probably eventually.

Maybe that's why he got so wound up when we were banging on about Rix.

He wouldn't want us rattling any cages, would he? For a load of reasons.

Least now we know how Rix subdued Fumar.

Drugs on a chemist. Bit ironic, eh?

He'd have been helpless,

probably didn't even know what was going on

and then he was slaughtered.

Like I said all along - dispute over drug money.

What did Strickland say?

He says we're not going to arrest Julia Kane.

-But there will be an internal investigation.

-Oh.

-Blimey.

They do the dirty work and let the CPS pick the bones out of it.

I didn't think I'd say this,

but that's one collar I'm glad we don't have to make.

There's a lot of people in this world nobody's going to miss and Rix is certainly one of them.

Fumar was probably on a par.

And what Julia Kane did was not right, but Tessa Dugdale,

she didn't know this was going to happen.

-And your point is?

-What does Tessa deserve?

We're not judges, Steve.

I'm not talking about judgment. I'm talking about what she deserves.

And she doesn't bloody deserve this.

CAR HORN

Hello.

Oh. Er...hello.

Want to come for lunch?

Lunch? You mean now?

Well, lunch is normally now, isn't it?

Um... Sorry, how did you find me?

I'm a forensic anthropologist.

I'm highly intelligent.

Come on.

Yes, I'd like that very much.

Er...

Well, she's got good taste.

Good taste?!

-I'm talking about the car, you dope!

-Oh, yeah.

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