The Fourth Man New Tricks

Morning, Brian.

Aaah!

Knock it off, Jack!

Bit early to be skulking around, isn't it? Who's in there?

Well, that's the point. I don't know.

I got here ten minutes ago, and it was already sealed to the outside world.

That's Sandra, certainly.

-Strickland?

-Sounds like there's someone else.

-Yeah, who is that?

-Morning!

Ooh!

Brian, are you all right? What's happened? Does he need a doctor?

He's fine. Just nosey.

What's going on in there?

Nurse!

-They're out of their beds again!

-Oh, bloody hell.

Aah! Ooh!

# 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. #

Right, lads, here's the thing.

April 17th, 1980.

Heathrow safety deposit job.

-Armed robbery.

-He is good, isn't he?

The armed robbers got away with £10 million in untraceable bearer bonds.

And they killed two security guards in the process.

-Excuse me. Can I do this?

-Sorry.

Eyewitnesses said it was a four-man team.

This was Frank's first case on the Flying Squad.

Sorry.

One of the dead guards was a temp, covering for this man, George Milligan.

Milligan had called in sick that morning,

so Frank's team quickly determined that he was the inside man.

Well, it doesn't take Colombo, does it?

Milligan confessed, and named Raymond Atkins as his contact within the gang.

Now, Atkins was known as a petty criminal, something of a thug,

but this was his first foray into armed robbery.

And a couple of weeks before the job he'd rented a lock-up just off the Holloway Road.

So Frank's team tracked it down, entered the premises, and found the bodies of three men.

It was nasty. All three had multiple gunshot wounds.

Then the killer had put a shotgun cartridge in each one of them's mouth,

glued their lips together, doused their bodies in petrol, and set them on fire.

-So when the fire reached the cartridge...

-No teeth.

Not much head either. Makes identification a little tricky.

Yeah, except it didn't work, because Atkins had a metal pin in his arm from an accident a few years earlier,

and the pin survived the fire and identified him through the serial number.

Now, the other two men were assumed to have been William Finch and Darren Ellis.

Both known associates of Atkins', and were reported missing.

Both Finch and Ellis were petty criminals, and again, no experience in armed robbery.

So whoever the fourth man was must have had the experience. He put the job together.

-And decided he didn't fancy sharing it four ways.

-It was Michael Denby.

Possibly Michael Denby.

Michael Denby had known our three dead robbers from when they were kids.

By all accounts, a thoroughly nasty piece of work.

He was one of those people even proper villains steer clear of.

Denby was a psycho. He actively enjoyed inflicting pain.

I hate to be the one to bring this up, but ten million quid and a 30-year advantage?

He's long gone, mate.

There's the thing. A couple of years ago,

the French police arrested one of the most successful con men they'd ever seen.

He kept a string of safety deposit boxes all across Europe,

-and one of them contained the lion's share of our missing bearer bonds.

-Denby got conned?

It appears to have been some kind of property sting on the Costa Del Sol.

The con man said that he never met the man he obtained the bonds from, but he believed him to be English.

And he also seemed sure that whoever it was had returned to England after he'd lost the money.

Although we haven't been able to find him by any of the usual means.

Well, surely, if we know full well it was Michael Denby all along, this is a manhunt.

-What's it got to do with UCOS?

-We don't know that it was Denby.

I'm certain it was him.

I'm sure he masterminded the robbery and killed his mates,

but I can't prove it in a court of law.

And no-one is going to spend money and manpower looking for a suspect

in a 30-year-old case until they're sure we can make a conviction.

Frank's uncovered some new evidence which we're hoping will give us a fresh angle on the case.

Well, what new evidence?

I've found the getaway car.

-It's a Jaguar S-Type.

-Nice.

Whichever one of the gang was driving wasn't too handy behind the wheel.

According to an eyewitness,

they lost the back end as they came into the road and stacked the thing into a streetlamp,

causing a fair bit of damage.

The car wasn't at the lock-up, and we never found it.

Isn't it more likely it got torched?

People tend to report a burnt-out Jag, so you'd expect it to turn up,

even if all the evidence was burned away.

But we got nothing, which suggests somebody decided to keep hold of it.

Oh, look at that! Terrific.

Just a lot of gas-guzzling, air-polluting toys for overgrown kids.

Here we go.

I noticed this was coming up for auction, so I looked into the paperwork.

It was bought a couple of months after the Heathrow job by a stockbroker,

but the man who sold it to him never existed.

Looks in pretty good nick to me.

Yeah, well, forensics will tell us if it's ever been in a crash.

Now what grounds exactly does our warrant say we have to whip this off to forensics?

Don't have a warrant.

We have a wallet.

-Lot 127 is a black S-Type Jaguar from 1967.

-That's us.

You mean we're actually going to buy this car?

It's in immaculate condition, with full service history, the original owner's manual, and fully restored.

Sir, it's me. We're on.

-There's more to this than meets the eye.

-Too right!

I don't remember Strickland putting his hand in his pocket for anything.

It's not his money, is it? It's our budget.

Michael Denby's been missing for 30 years. Why are we so keen to catch him now?

Can I see an opening bid, please, of £7,000?

-How much?!

-Brian, it's a classic.

7,000 I am bid.

At 7,000, 8,000 at the back.

At £8,000. At 8,000, 9,000 is bid.

-We're on nine.

-At 9,000, 10,000 is back with the lady.

-At 11,000 in the seats.

-11,000.

-At 11,000, 12,000 at the back.

At 12,000, 13,000 is bid.

At 13,000.

14,000 with the lady at the back. At 14,250 I'm bid.

At 14,500, back with the lady at the back.

At 14,500. Once, twice and gone.

£15,000?!

-£14,500.

-You've gone mad!

-That's enough, Jack.

-And you think we're stupid?

-I said enough!

-No, Jack's right.

I mean, you, of all people, don't spend 15 grand of UCOS budget

on a car that might have been involved in an armed robbery 30 years ago.

-And you certainly don't do it on the say-so of someone like Frank Patterson. No offence.

-None taken.

This is an important case. Michael Denby is a dangerous criminal still at large in this country.

Guv'nor, why don't you pull the other one?

-Fine. You tell them.

-Thank you.

We wanted to keep this quiet, at least until we knew if the car could provide us with any fresh leads,

but we think that Michael Denby had help.

-Help with what?

-He was ahead of us all the way.

He knew we were on to him, that we knew the names of the other blokes on his crew.

That's why we think he killed them, so there was no trail for us to follow.

How was he ahead of you?

He was being tipped off.

-By who?

-A copper.

You think one of your team was whispering in Denby's ear.

John Felsham, my sergeant at the time.

John Felsham?

-As in?

-Deputy Assistant Commissioner John Felsham?

This stays in this room.

-I don't need to tell you what happens if it gets out...

-No, you don't!

And you don't have to tell us what will happen to UCOS if you're wrong.

We're not wrong.

Says you!

You've had 30 years to prove this.

-Didn't have the car.

-The car's going to prove everything, is it?

The car can help us to build a fresh case against Michael Denby.

-And if we can do that...

-And if we can find Denby...

Then Denby can give us Felsham.

That's a lot of "ifs".

And an awful lot at stake if John Felsham finds out we're investigating him.

Hi. Detective Superintendent Pullman, we're here about...

The Jag. That's a nice car.

Oh, thanks.

-You can have a ride later if you want.

-How many gearboxes have you been through?

A couple. Well, it's an old car.

It's not age, it's bad driving.

Changing down to reduce your speed.

Shouldn't use the engine to brake, it's what brakes are for. Clue's in the name. Miranda Armstrong.

This Jag of yours is quite interesting. Follow me.

She likes you.

Oh, no! Makes you want to cry, doesn't it?

-Is this the one?

-It's not that simple.

It never is, sweetheart.

Let's start with the paint job, that WAS easy.

According to your eyewitness reports, the getaway car was dark blue, yeah?

As you can see, this one is black.

The chemical analysis tells us that this black paint was manufactured in 1993,

so we stripped that layer back and discovered that the car had been sprayed silver around 1980.

Around the time of the robbery.

Yes, but that was done properly. The layers was stripped to the metal before paint was applied.

But there's no way of telling what colour it was before?

A few years ago there wouldn't have been, but now we can look a lot closer at the panels.

You're never going to completely get rid of the original paintwork.

You can see here some microscopic specks.

-Of?

-Dark blue.

-Can you date that?

-Well, this brand of paint was discontinued in 1968.

-Yes!

What about damage? Can you tell whether the car's been in an accident?

Yes, this one's been in a few.

It was involved in quite a nasty rear-end shunt several years ago, courtesy of a BMW.

-Ha-ha!

-Yeah, I know.

Anyway, the accident you're referring to.

The front panels were replacements, so we learn nothing there.

But there were a few marks on the chassis itself, and a dent in the radiator there.

So we can extrapolate from those signs of damage,

and create a simulation of what the original panel damage would have looked like.

And that is consistent with a car hitting a lamppost at speed, as your eyewitnesses reported.

-Can you tell when this happened?

-Within a certain margin of error, yes.

The panels caved in and came into contact with the chassis, hence the damage there.

Those marks contain microscopic traces of the paint that was on the panels at the time of the crash.

-Dark blue?

-Yes.

-So this car hit a lamppost

somewhere between the time it was manufactured and 1980, when it was resprayed.

-That's a 12-year window.

-Yeah, but I can do better than that. Pollution.

It builds up in layers on any parts of the car that are impossible to clean,

like the tiny marks in the chassis.

In the same layer as the blue paint, we also discovered unusually high traces of DINNSA.

-Sorry?

-Dinonylnaphthylsulfonic acid.

It's an anti-static agent most commonly found in jet fuel.

-But only present in the air in these kind of concentrations...

-Around airports.

-So the crash happened near an airport.

-We also found pollen in the same layer,

suggesting the crash happened in spring.

So this car was originally dark blue, and it crashed into a lamppost near an airport in springtime.

Tell me that's enough.

It's a good start.

We also went over the paperwork with the DVLA, here's the report.

And some odds and sods we found in the car. Nothing much of any use.

-What's this?

-That was found beneath the central console. No way of knowing how long it was there.

But in the interests of thoroughness, we ran the name through the computers.

There's a hell of a lot of Jose Ezquerras in the world, I'm afraid.

OK. Could you send all this over to UCOS?

-And thank you so much for your time, Ms Armstrong.

-Cheers.

-It's the right car.

-Maybe.

-Maybe!

It wouldn't stand up in court, and it doesn't give us Denby yet, let alone John Felsham.

Well, what were you expecting? A signed confession in the glove box?

-I'm just saying we need more.

-Well, according to this, the car was stolen from its original owner,

who's now of course dead, just before the job.

Then it went missing for a couple of months, when presumably it got painted that silver,

and was sold on by a car lot in Woodford, owned by a bloke called...

-Tony Mills.

-Do you know him?

Yeah, but the car lot's long gone, apparently.

Yeah, but Tony's still around.

ENGINES ROAR

Come on, come on!

He's losing half a second every lap.

-If he drives like that tonight, he'll be overtaken by a bloody milk float.

-Tony Mills?

Detective Superintendent Pullman. Unsolved Crime and Open Case squad.

That's where old coppers go to die, isn't it?

We're investigating an armed robbery at Heathrow Airport in the April of 1980.

Bully for you.

The getaway car turned up a couple of months after the job,

on the forecourt of your used car lot in Woodford.

-We sold a lot of cars.

-Yeah, but I'm sure you'll remember this one.

A 1967 Jaguar S-Type.

-No.

-Dark blue.

Oh, a blue one, was it? No.

-Mr Mills, we can continue this...

-Love, I don't talk to coppers.

You want to question me, you get some evidence about something I've done wrong,

arrest me, and then we can have a little chat.

DOOR SLAMS

Frank! Frank!

Get off him!

-You didn't recognise me, did you, Tony, eh? Been a long time, eh?

-Leave it.

-Come on, then, Frank, come on.

-Gerry, get him in the car.

-I can't leave you...

-Get him in the car!

-Come on, out, you.

-You two, out!

You think I won't hit a woman?

It'd be the last time you did.

-Michael Denby.

-Never heard of him.

Really?

Because you look scared.

Now, we know that you sold that car, and given your previous form,

we're pretty sure you stole it in the first place.

-Now, hold on...

-Don't worry.

I'm not about to arrest you for nicking a car 30 years ago.

Then what?

Tell me about Michael Denby.

He was a nasty piece of work.

I stayed well clear of him, like everyone else.

Well, not everyone. Cos there were four men on that Heathrow job.

-Three of them wound up dead. Denby killed them and disappeared with the money.

-So?

So if you stole a car to order for that job and then failed to get rid of it properly afterwards...

What were you meant to do? Torch it?

I'm not saying a word.

Yeah, you were meant to torch it,

but then you heard that Denby's crew were all dead and Denby had done a runner so you thought "why bother?"

and you resprayed the car and sold it on.

Michael Denby's back in the country.

We found the car. Now, sooner or later, Denby's going to find that out.

Wouldn't it be a good idea, don't you think, if we got to him first before he got to you?

You want to know about Denby?

-Look up Eddie Doyle.

-Who's Eddie Doyle?

That's all you get.

One more stunt like that and you're not coming within a mile of this. First and last warning!

Did you get anything out of him?

I did. And without attacking anyone.

-Brilliant.

-Eddie Doyle.

-What about him?

-He said if we want to know about Michael Denby, look up Eddie Doyle.

-Nice job. Well done, Sandra(!)

-Frank, do you know where Eddie Doyle is or not?

I do indeed.

The softly-softly approach really paid dividends, didn't it?

Did old Tony give up anyone else?

The Kray Twins, maybe? Or Lord Lucan?

Oh, shut up.

Back when Michael Denby was doing home invasion, Eddie Doyle was his fence.

Doyle got pulled on some unrelated thing and gave up Denby as part of a bargain to stay out of nick.

But before Doyle could testify, someone cut his throat and pulled his tongue out through the hole.

Oh, the old Columbian neck-tie.

Mills gave you Eddie Doyle's name because he wants us to know why

he has no intention of helping us with our enquiries.

The softly-softly approach is not going to work here, Sandra.

If we want people like Mills to talk, they need to be as afraid of us as they are of Michael Denby.

I don't need a lecture on police procedure from you, all right?

No, you're playing a blinder(!)

Come on, Gerry.

Go on. Someone needs to keep an eye on him.

I want to talk to John Felsham.

What? No! Why?

We find Michael Denby, and either he gives us Felsham or he doesn't.

-If we go to Felsham too soon...

-What if the car's a dead end?

It's early days yet.

There's still the security guard, the inside man, he might know something.

And I've tracked down Raymond Atkins's widow.

Don't let the likes of Frank Patterson goad you into doing something stupid.

He's not goading me into anything.

John Felsham is a suspect. Since when did we not interview suspects?

He doesn't know he's a suspect.

And if he finds out before we have a chance...

Look, he was part of the original Heathrow investigation.

In the normal run of things, we'd be talking to him.

If anything, he'll be more suspicious if we don't.

Just... Just be careful, Sandra.

Do we really think John Felsham was involved in all of this?

You sure we're not just getting carried away?

Strickland seems to buy it. He knows him better than anyone.

There's been rumours about Felsham for years.

There's rumours about all sorts of folk.

I want to see how he reacts to the mention of Michael Denby.

-You taking Frank along with you?

-Don't be silly.

Talking of which, I hope Gerry's all right.

He'll be fine, Brian. They're probably both passed out in front of the telly by now.

I'm surprised, Robert, you're letting UCOS run with this.

Resources are stretched pretty thin.

There must be more worthwhile cases that would better justify the cost of your squad.

-We think this one has legs.

-Oh?

-We found the getaway car. A Jaguar S-Type.

-Forensics working on it now.

-I doubt they're going to pull a 30-year old fingerprint off the steering wheel.

Oh, the car may provide us with some other leads.

Well, the very best of luck.

If there's anything you can recall that might help us...

I'm sure all my paperwork from the time is in order.

Well, thank you for seeing us, John.

Any time.

Thank you.

-You're, er, not going to ask the question, then?

-Sir?

Frank Patterson has told you I was in on it somehow.

Don't either of you ever take up poker.

Frank doesn't like me. There's probably 30 years' worth of reasons for that.

If you're re-opening this cos you think you can finally bring Michael Denby to justice, the best of luck.

But don't go looking for me in the shadows,

because I'm not there.

And I never was.

Hello, George.

-Mr Patterson.

-George Milligan, Gerry Standing.

You all right?

Yeah.

This is legit, Mr Patterson.

I work for the agents that manage these blocks. I'm the handyman.

Blocked toilets and changing the batteries in the smoke alarm, at your age.

You should be working through your pension on a nice beach, George.

Oh, no, I forgot, you blew your whole life, didn't ya?

-Mind if we tag along?

-Yes, I do.

George here used to work security at a safety deposit place in Heathrow.

I've got nothing to say to you.

One day he gets it into his head he might make a nice few quid

selling out his mates to a bunch of thugs with shotguns.

But it didn't quite work out like that, did it?

Did eight years inside for conspiracy to commit armed robbery, didn't you, George?

Did he fail to mention that when you gave him the keys?

That was out of order, and you know it.

Was it? Sorry about that.

Me and my big mouth, eh?

Why don't we let you buy us a cup of coffee to make up for it?

I didn't know who Raymond Atkins was.

I didn't know anything about him.

We got talking in a bar one night.

Just two blokes talking. I told him what I did, where I worked, and that seemed to get his interest up.

And then he came back a couple of nights later, bought me a few drinks,

and told me that he wanted me to help him and some of his mates knock the place off.

-And you thought "why not?"

-Too right.

It was a rotten job with rotten hours and rotten money, and this seemed a way out.

And Ray said no-one was going to get hurt.

Apart from the two mates of yours they shot dead.

-Ray said no-one was going to get hurt.

-And you'd never met Atkins before that night in the pub?

Never. And if I hadn't got talking to him...

Everything would have been different. Oh, stop it, George, you're making me well up.

So, as far as you're concerned, Atkins was the brains behind the operation?

Ray?

No, Ray was a monkey. He wasn't the brains of anything.

Well, who then?

Michael Denby.

He'd come to the pub sometimes with Ray.

Denby would sit in the corner on his own while Ray came and talked to me.

You never spoke to Denby about the job?

I never spoke to Denby at all.

And believe me, one look in those eyes and you knew this was a man

you didn't want to strike up a conversation with.

So all you can actually tell us is that Atkins and Denby knew each other.

You can't confirm that Denby was in charge of the show.

See what we're getting at here, George?

We need some actual evidence that Denby was involved in the job.

Well, they were as thick as thieves.

Something more than that, you prat.

Denby never spoke to me about the job.

Well, he was careful, you've got to give him that.

-Did you ever see Atkins talk to anybody else?

-No.

What about Denby?

Well, once, but they weren't exactly talking.

Couple of streets across from my local there's this pub called the Greenwood.

I used to walk past it on my way home.

-And one night, a few days before the job, I saw Denby in a car outside, getting his leg over some girl.

-Who?

I have no idea. It was dark.

And I knew it was Denby because I saw the tattoo on his arm,

but I couldn't see the girl's face.

And do you know what, I didn't think it was quite the right time to tap on the window and introduce myself.

Christine Johnson?

-Yeah.

-Formerly Christine Atkins?

-Yeah.

-Er, my name is Jack Halford, this is Brian Lane.

We're with the Metropolitan Police.

I wonder if you could spare us a few minutes of your time?

-Yeah, come in.

-Thank you.

'Did you know Raymond was planning the robbery at Heathrow Airport?'

No. I knew he was up to something, he always was.

-But "planning" is a bit strong.

-Oh?

Well, I don't mean to speak ill of...

I loved Raymond, for all his faults.

But he wasn't exactly Goldfinger.

In your original statement, you said that Denby was the brains behind it all.

-That's right.

-That what Ray told you?

-Ray never told me anything about work.

-Then how did...

I'm not going to pretend that Ray wasn't a nasty piece of work.

In many ways he was. He never laid a finger on me, he wasn't like that, but, Ray was small-time.

He'd never admit it. He had all the big chat.

But he never had the ambition, not really.

Not to come up with something like that, not to think he could get away with all that money off his own bat.

It wasn't Ray. Ray didn't kill those two security guards.

That's as maybe, but have you any proof that it was Michael Denby who was calling the shots?

You see, the problem we have is that since neither Raymond, nor Denby, or any of the other of the gang

had ever committed that kind of robbery before...

They HAD done it before.

Excuse me?

Heathrow wasn't the first time.

They'd done an armed robbery six months earlier.

-There's no record of...

-They didn't get caught.

They didn't get the money either. Something went wrong.

I wasn't supposed to know about it, but I overheard Ray on the phone.

There were four of them - Ray, William Finch, Darren Ellis and Michael Denby.

And it was all Denby's idea that time as well.

A security van in Turnpike Lane, November 1979.

A four-man team tried to rob it but they got their timing wrong.

They arrived just as the van was leaving so tried to run it off the road,

but it got away and they were never caught. File's being sent over.

Why didn't Christine Atkins mention this at the time?

I interviewed her myself.

-Intimidation.

-What?

Said you came on strong, made some unpleasant remarks about her recently murdered husband.

-Hard to believe, that(!)

-She wasn't inclined to tell you anything she didn't have to.

-That's charming.

-Just because it was a four-man team doesn't mean it was the same people.

True, but there's an interesting detail.

The gang messed up the timing, but they didn't get it THAT wrong.

They were in the right place, just too late,

and these vans never loaded up at the same place at the same time.

They varied their routines so no-one could anticipate them.

So, if the gang knew where they were going to be, then they had to have inside info.

Exactly. And the firm operating the van?

Cronux Security. The same firm that ran the Heathrow safety deposit.

So a four-man team, hitting the same security firm, using an inside man.

But not George Milligan.

-Why not?

-Because he didn't get his job at Cronux till the month later.

-Then who?

-I don't know yet.

But is it possible that whoever provided the original inside info

also led the gang to Milligan as the inside man for their second attempt?

Meaning that Milligan's meeting with Raymond Atkins might not have been a chance encounter.

You're saying I was set up,

that Ray Atkins deliberately got talking to me that night in the pub?

Finally, the penny drops!

Well... Well, that would mean it wasn't my fault.

-You still helped set up an armed robbery.

-During which two of your co-workers got killed.

Yes, but, I mean, it wasn't just fate.

I mean, it didn't all happen because I got into talking with Ray, because he was already looking for me.

Who could have put him onto you?

I don't know. Lots of people knew it was my local.

What about the people at work?

-Yeah. Some of them.

-So we're looking for someone from Cronux Security

who knew enough about you to put Raymond Atkins onto you,

and who also knew the timetables of the security vans.

No, there's no-one. I mean, they're two completely separate sides of the company.

No-one outside of head office could get access...

David Murray.

He was my boss at Heathrow.

But before that, he was running the armoured vans.

And they moved him across about a month after I joined.

I mean, I didn't know him beyond a nod if we passed in the corridor.

But the last time I saw him he was looking ragged.

Looked like he hadn't slept.

Trouble at home, that's what I heard. His marriage was falling apart.

David Murray...

Oh, this is great. Can you hang on one minute, please? Thanks.

Looks like Milligan could be right.

David Murray was promoted from overseeing security vans to his position at Heathrow...

Well, when was this? Five months before the job.

Before he was at Cronux, he was a captain in the army.

Wounded in Belfast and discharged in 1978.

That's brilliant, Barry, thanks a lot.

Tough guy.

What are you thinking?

I'm wondering whether his involvement in all this stopped at just providing information.

Atkins, Ellis and Finch were all shot at point-blank range.

-Yeah, by Michael Denby.

-Probably, yeah.

But it sounds as if David Murray might have had the stomach for it, as well.

So maybe Michael Denby isn't the only one who can give us John Felsham.

Perhaps David Murray can.

I'm afraid you're about 30 years too late to see my husband.

Can I get you some tea? Coffee?

It's only instant, I'm afraid.

Er, no, thanks, we're fine.

Your husband David?

He's gone. Long gone.

30 years and counting.

I came back from work one day, and he'd packed his bag and left a note saying he wouldn't be back.

He put some money in the joint account,

paid off the mortgage in cash - don't ask me where he got that from - and that was the last I heard of him.

-Have you any idea where he might be?

-Off with some woman.

I hope they're very happy.

Well, I try to think that.

There's no point in bearing grudges after all this time, is there?

Do you know who the woman was?

I don't know her name. Someone from work.

This'll be Cronux Security?

That's right, yeah. That was the only job he had after the army.

We met after he was discharged.

I was visiting my mum in hospital.

She was on her way out. Leukaemia.

David was in having his leg looked at.

It never quite mended after what happened in Ireland.

I don't blame David for what he was.

You go through an experience like he did over there and it leaves its mark, I suppose.

Leaves its mark? How?

Nightmares. Night terrors, I suppose you could call it.

So he hit the bottle.

Booze was the only thing that seemed to have an effect.

He'd go out drinking, gambling. He'd liked a flutter before, but...

Did he have any gambling debts?

Oh, I should think so.

I asked once, but that was another downside of the booze -

you asked the wrong question, you felt the back of David's hand.

Ancient history.

Were there any particular friends you can recall?

Raymond Atkins?

-Michael Denby?

-No.

John Felsham?

You are aware of the robbery that took place? Heathrow Airport?

Yeah.

Did he ever talk to you about that?

We were barely talking at all by then.

I know he was in some trouble at work about it.

-And I know two of his boys got hurt.

-Killed.

I hardly saw him at all around that time.

I assumed he was working late, but he was probably off with that girlfriend of his.

When exactly did he leave?

April 30th 1980.

About two weeks after the robbery.

Are you saying you think David had something to do with it?

You said he paid off your mortgage in cash.

Did he have any savings he might have used to do that?

-What about relatives? Were there any he might still be in touch with?

-No.

His dad died about eight years ago.

He was the last one.

I went to the funeral. David wasn't there.

You think he's off somewhere with her,

sitting on a beach with all that money?

Life of Riley!

Oh, never mind. Thanks anyway. Bye.

David Murray had access to the armoured van timetables and all the info on Heathrow warehouse security.

He had a drinking problem, he had gambling debts.

Then, having paid off his mortgage in cash, it seems that he ran off with his girlfriend

just two weeks after the robbery. I want to know who that girlfriend was.

Well, I've got the employment records for Cronux Securities here,

but there were a lot of women working there at the time.

-It's going to take a while tracking them down.

-What about aliases he could be living under?

-Mother's maiden name?

-I'm doing that.

The army are sending over lists of people Murray served with in Northern Ireland,

in case he kept up with some of his old army mates.

Maybe one of them has heard from him.

After the Heathrow robbery, we interviewed all the relevant Cronux Security employees.

David Murray was interviewed by John Felsham on his own.

Felsham's report says Murray was as clean as a whistle.

No mention of the booze, gambling debts, nothing.

-Well, either he was the worst detective the Flying Squad ever had...

-or he's lying.

We still don't have any solid evidence on Felsham.

We need to find Murray or Denby and get them to talk.

-And I think at the moment Murray's our best option.

-Is that the time already?

Drink, anyone?

Suit yourself, ladies. Sleep tight.

-What?

-He's up to something.

-So?

Go and find out what.

I thought you lot would have been different.

Bunch of ex-coppers. Proper coppers.

We are.

Left up here.

Where are we going?

You'll see. Old Mother Hen's got you all worked up about proper procedure and protocol.

Are you referring to Detective Superintendent Pullman?

That's what Felsham's relying on.

Once we get round there, just pull up on the right-hand side.

Right you are.

-Here you are.

-No, thank you!

Right!

I'm having one drink, and that is it.

I'll always sort you a ride home, Gerald, you know that.

Anyway, fun later. This is work.

This was one of Michael Denby's old watering holes back in the day.

Nothing much has changed here, except the clientele ain't as pretty as they used to be.

George Milligan said he saw Denby snogging a girl in a car outside here.

I want to know who she was.

You do bring me to the nicest places.

Pint?

-Yes, please.

-Two pints of export, love, and two whisky chasers.

Er, no, excuse me, can you make mine bitter?

You remember Michael Denby, don't you, Pat?

Course you do. Every time you look in the mirror, it must remind you of that glass he pushed in your face.

Mind you, face like yours, you probably don't really do mirrors, do ya?

You ever see Denby with a girl?

This would be about, what, April 1980?

Do you think he's gone deaf?

I don't know, Frank, but I don't think we're very popular.

Rubbish.

They love me in here.

-Come on, Pat, you didn't miss a thing back then.

-Oi, let's take it easy.

You want to think very carefully about your next move, mate.

You could land yourself in very serious trouble.

So could you, Frank.

Impersonating a police officer's a serious crime.

What you doing here? Come to make sure no-one talks?

You seem to be doing that very well without my help.

-I think it's time we went, mate.

-Well, well!

Gerry Standing!

Well, Robert Strickland's certainly got the creme de la creme on his squad, hasn't he?

Must be like the Dirty Dozen over there.

We popped in for a quiet drink.

-What about you?

-Well, it's a free country.

-I'd join you, but...

-But you wouldn't be welcome.

You're tilting at windmills, Frank.

-You're going to do some serious damage to Gerry here and to your other friends.

-Is that a threat?

-Frank!

-Hardly.

Come on, you screwed up a case 30 years ago. The guy got away.

Happens to the best of us.

Come on, time we went.

Except that you were hardly "the best of us".

You what?

Face it, you were never that good, Frank.

You were just arrogant.

Things didn't go your way, it was always someone else's fault.

-You were always the first one to point the finger.

-He's winding you up, that's all.

Why don't you take up golf or something, Frank?

-Come on.

-You'd be better at that than you were at police work.

No, Frank. No, Frank!

Leave him, Frank! Leave him!

No! Calm down, calm down.

Take it easy, we're Old Bill and it's private, all right?

POLICE SIRENS WAIL

I told you I'd sort you a ride home.

What were you thinking, Gerry?

-Me?

-It was my fault. Gerry had nothing to do with it.

-He was responsible for you.

-I am a grown-up.

-Hardly.

Guv'nor, this is all wrong.

We went to that pub in the hope that we could find someone

who could remember who Michael Denby's girlfriend was.

But what was Felsham doing there?

Well, exactly. It's hardly a pub where the DAC would drink.

-I'm listening.

-Well, there was no time for anyone in that pub

to have got hold of Felsham and told him we were there and then for him to turn up.

-So he must have followed you.

-Exactly.

-And he was winding Frank up.

-Winding him up how?

-Well, I was trying to get us out, right?

But Felsham wouldn't let it go.

He kept having a pop.

It was like he wanted Frank to lose his rag.

-Why would he want that?

-To discredit the investigation before we have a chance to get anything on him.

I'm afraid it worked. Gerry, Jack, Brian, I have to ask you to clear your desks.

You're not serious?

We went after a Deputy Assistant Commissioner,

but instead of doing it quietly and by the book, you confronted the guy and then assaulted him.

As of now, you no longer work for UCOS, any of you.

-Just like that?

-Detective Superintendent Pullman and I

are going to see DAC Felsham in the hope that we might persuade him

not to request an official inquiry, or bring criminal charges against Frank and Gerry.

But Jack and I weren't even there!

We're already retired, Brian. We're expendable.

You have one hour. Leave all your files where they are.

Take your personal belongings and hand your passes in. Sandra?

-You can't do this. This is exactly what Felsham wants.

-I don't have any choice.

-Sir, this is ridiculous!

-It's over, Detective Superintendent.

John Felsham wants you suspended pending an enquiry.

If you want to keep your job, I suggest you come upstairs with me now.

Frank Patterson doesn't technically work for UCOS,

and he certainly wasn't acting under orders from Detective Superintendent Pullman last night.

Detective Superintendent? I wonder how long you'll manage to hang on to that job.

What were you doing at the Greenwood Inn?

You're on very thin ice, Miss Pullman.

-Sir, I'm simply trying to ascertain...

-I never liked your father,

and I'm beginning to like you even less.

Perhaps you should excuse us, Sandra.

-No, sir, I don't think that would...

-That wasn't a suggestion.

It's a pity you didn't have that kind of control over your subordinates yesterday.

The investigation is over, John.

Brian Lane, Jack Halford and Gerry Standing no longer work for UCOS.

Well, that'll do for starters, Robert.

But don't think I've finished yet.

Well, you didn't think we'd give it up, did you?

If Strickland knew you were doing this...

What's he going to do? He can't sack us twice.

The only reason that Felsham would shut us down is if he thought we were close to finding something.

-If we let this go, Sandra, then it's the end of UCOS.

-Felsham wins.

-Getting anywhere?

-No.

Anne Hargreaves used to be Anne Forsythe when she was working at Cronux Security.

She's the woman that David Murray was having the affair with.

I was never here.

I'm afraid you seem to have got David Murray all wrong.

I know it's a long time ago, but I don't think my memory's started playing tricks on me just yet.

But you did have an affair with him, Mrs Hargreaves?

Anne, please.

An affair? I'd hardly call it that. Certainly not by today's standards.

-It was something, though?

-Well, yes, but not sex.

It might have got there eventually.

I wouldn't have minded if it had.

But no, I think David saw me as more of a confidante, a shoulder to cry on.

Really, what he wanted was to make it work with Elaine.

There's no chance on earth David had anything to do with that Heathrow business.

You do know that, don't you?

We would like to talk to David Murray in connection with our investigation.

When's the last time you heard from him?

Oh, well, it would be around about January of 1980.

I'd left Cronux Security at Christmas.

Had a job offer up north. More money.

And, er, it was due to start mid-January, and David called me up out of the blue

while I was packing up my flat for the move. Wanted to have a drink.

And your relation with him at that time was...

Oh, it was over. Whatever it had been.

No, we'd been close for a few months the previous autumn, but we'd stopped seeing each other that winter.

Like I said, David wanted to make a go of it with Elaine.

And I suppose, if I'm honest, that was one of the reasons why I decided to take this other job and move away.

So hold on, you had a whatever it was with David Murray.

We became close because David's marriage was on the rocks.

Because of the drinking and the gambling?

No. No, that's what I'm saying.

I mean, David liked to drink occasionally, but, er, he was no gambler.

He was quite careful with money.

Disciplined. Probably something to do with having been in the army.

No, his marriage was in trouble cos his wife was having an affair.

-Elaine was?

-Elaine Murray told us...

Elaine Murray was a nasty piece of work through and through.

I wouldn't believe a word that came out of that woman's mouth.

So what was really going on?

Well, David found out that Elaine was seeing someone else, and he said...

What was the phrase he used?

"Professionally compromised".

He said that Elaine and her fella had professionally compromised him.

-What did he mean by that?

-I don't know.

He wouldn't tell me.

I do know that he gave Elaine an ultimatum -

either she stopped seeing this man or he'd tell everyone what they'd done.

And it seemed to work, because a couple of weeks later, David cooled the whole thing off with me

and said that he and Elaine were starting afresh.

So why did he want to see you that last time?

Because it had started up again, of course, Elaine's affair.

David was so upset.

He said he was going to call in a favour from an old army friend,

get this friend to warn the boyfriend off for good.

I've no idea if it worked or not, because I moved north the next day and I never heard from David again.

This boyfriend of Elaine's. You remember his name?

-Dalby, perhaps? Derby?

-Denby?

Denby. That was it. Michael Denby.

You were expressly told to clear your desks and go home. That was an order.

I am at home.

With all due respect, we don't have to take orders from you any more. You fired us, remember?

We're concerned citizens bringing evidence of a crime to the attention of the Metropolitan Police.

I'm not seeing any evidence, just a lot of hearsay.

-Do you believe that John Felsham is involved with this, sir?

-What I believe and what I can prove...

John Felsham provoked Frank into assaulting him just so he could close down this investigation.

With or without your permission, we're not going to let that happen.

Nothing Anne Hargreaves said to you is admissible in court.

She said she'd make a statement any time we need her to.

Even then, she can't link Felsham to any of this.

Not directly, no. But Murray knew about Denby and Elaine's affair.

He also knew that they'd attempted the original armoured car robbery,

and, even if he didn't know about the Heathrow job beforehand,

the minute it happened, he'd know that Denby was behind it.

Felsham interviewed David Murray on his own after the robbery,

and his report said nothing about any of this.

That proves that Felsham's lying.

-No, it doesn't. Perhaps Murray kept quiet to protect his wife.

-No.

-No what?

-Felsham knew. He knew before he interviewed Murray.

-How?

It's the link we're looking for.

Anne Hargreaves said the last time she saw David Murray,

he was going to talk to an old army mate of his, have this guy frighten off Denby.

-And?

-What regiment was Murray with in Northern Ireland?

The Cheshire Rifles.

It's staring us in the face.

Before he was a cop, John Felsham was in the same regiment.

And if he already knew David Murray...

Murray calls Felsham, asks him to scare off Michael Denby.

Instead, Denby cuts Felsham in.

If that's the case, Felsham knew about the Heathrow job in advance.

-It's a good theory, but there's no proof.

-We've got to find David Murray and ask him.

He could be anywhere.

And if he's crossed Denby, there's a good chance he's dead.

Either way, I bet Elaine Murray knows where he is.

So if we go back to Elaine with what Anne Hargreaves has told us, maybe she'll start telling the truth.

Or tips Felsham off that we're still on the case.

Elaine Murray is the only person who knows the truth.

-I don't see that we have any choice, sir.

-If we're wrong about this...

-I know.

-If we're wrong, we pay with our careers.

-Well, I'll tell you what, I'd give you my warrant card now if it'd put John Felsham behind bars.

-Yeah.

Me too.

Thanks very much.

Elaine Murray quit her job here and left about two hours ago.

That nurse said she had a suitcase with her.

-Done a runner.

-She can't have got far.

I'll alert all the ports, airports, Eurostar.

-What's he up to?

-I dunno.

Get him back, Gerry.

Frank? What's up?

-What are you doing?

-Hello, Michael.

Michael?

Bloody hell!

Get the guv'nor in here, quick.

What?

It's him.

-Michael Denby.

-Are you sure?

He's had the tattoo removed.

-Nice try, son.

-What's wrong with him?

-It's Alzheimer's. Mr Ezquerra's been getting worse for the last six years.

-Jose Ezquerra?

-Yes.

-ID bracelet in the Jag.

Is it time for tea, darling?

Not yet. You've just had your lunch.

He doesn't even know where he is any more, let alone what his name is.

Nice try. You're nicked, mate.

You can't harass the residents.

You're going down for the rest of your life.

-Frank, Frank, he doesn't know what you're talking about, mate.

-Rubbish.

He's here. He knows what he did.

-Frank...

-He knows what he did!

Frank, he doesn't. Look at him.

He's faking. He's not getting off that easy.

He killed five men. He killed five men.

Frank, he doesn't remember.

I'm going to fetch the manager.

I got you. If you're in there somewhere, I got you.

Could go to some nice little country pub and have some lunch.

-Be nice.

-Yeah.

Same story as the three men Denby killed after the Heathrow job - body's burned beyond recognition,

and a shotgun cartridge in his mouth which has destroyed his teeth and taken away most of the head.

There's also pre-existing damage to the right leg,

consistent with the injury Murray received in Northern Ireland.

It's him. He's dead.

Our last chance.

Denby's gone mad. Elaine Murray's statement doesn't carry the weight to nail Felsham in court.

And the last remaining person that could have sunk Felsham,

turns out he's been rotting here for the last 30 years.

Probably thanks to John Felsham.

It's another allegation we can't prove.

So, what do we do now, then?

We go home. Sorry, chaps, this one's my fault.

No-one's going anywhere. This isn't over yet.

Yes, it is, Sandra, this time.

John Felsham's a suspect. We've been so busy trying to get someone to incriminate him

we've forgotten the basic rule of policing.

-Which is?

-Somewhere along the line, he's bound to have incriminated himself.

KNOCK AT DOOR

I don't have time for you today, Robert.

We thought you'd like to know that we have Michael Denby in custody.

-Really?

-Yeah. We found him in a retirement home suffering from advanced Alzheimer's.

It appears that he doesn't know who he is, nor does he remember anything of his criminal past.

There's some question as to whether he can be tried for any of his crimes.

-It's off the books, at least.

-We arrested Elaine Murray, too, John.

Elaine Murray?

No, afraid I don't...

The wife of David Murray. He worked at Cronux Security.

It turns out that Elaine and Michael Denby were lovers.

Elaine was stealing information from her husband and passing it to Denby.

The Heathrow robbery was the result of that.

David Murray. Yeah. I believe I may have interviewed him myself in the aftermath of Heathrow.

Yes, you did, sir. You also served with him in Northern Ireland.

Did I? Really?

Well, that was a long time ago.

I served with a great many people.

-I don't remember.

-He remembered you.

Yes, apparently he contacted you when he found out that his wife and Denby had resumed their affair.

He asked you to warn Denby off.

HE LAUGHS

Told you this himself, did he?

No, sir. David Murray is dead.

Elaine Murray has made a statement confessing to her part of the Heathrow robbery.

In that statement, she claims that you approached Michael Denby, but,

rather than warning him off, you asked to be cut in on the Heathrow job in return for your silence.

-This is nonsense.

-She claims you allowed the robbery to go ahead...

I'm not prepared to listen to any more of this baseless...

-..and that after the robbery, you approached David Murray in the guise...

-This is outrageous!

..in the guise of an interview and tried to persuade him to keep quiet. Did you offer him money?

-That's your badge gone.

-He wouldn't play,

so you warned Denby that Murray was about to spill everything he knew.

Get out of my office!

Raymond Atkins, William Finch and Darren Ellis were already dead.

But you and Denby would never be safe if Murray was allowed to talk.

-Robert, get this woman out of my...

-Shut up, John!

You served with him in the army, and he came to you for help, as a friend. He trusted you.

And you told Michael Denby to kill him.

You're trying to rile me, aren't you?

Your entire case is based on the statement of a woman who would say anything to reduce her sentence

on a charge of conspiracy to commit armed robbery and murder.

You have no evidence against me at all.

Jose Ezquerra.

-I've never heard of him.

-Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure. Get out of my office.

It's always the little lies that get us in the end, isn't it?

-You incriminated yourself, sir, 30 years ago.

-Jose Ezquerra.

An identity bracelet was found in the getaway car bearing that name.

When we finally tracked down Michael Denby, it turned out that he was living as Jose Ezquerra.

Presumably that identity bracelet was part of his cover. The fact that he lost it in the getaway car

suggests that he already had his escape planned at the time of the Heathrow job.

Jose Ezquerra - the real Jose Ezquerra - was a Spanish tourist

who was mugged and killed near Piccadilly Circus one night in 1978.

You were the investigating officer. Your first murder case.

Who doesn't remember their first murder case?

You admitted all his possessions into evidence.

Including the identity bracelet he was wearing.

Then in 1980, two weeks before the Heathrow job, you checked them out of the evidence archive again.

-We even have your signature on the log.

-And they were never returned.

Passport, driving licence, identity card.

You provided Michael Denby with everything he needed

to get out of the country and start a new life in Spain.

But in order to make that getaway clean, and to cover up your involvement in armed robbery,

several people had to die first, didn't they?

Before you say anything, sir...

Deputy Assistant Commissioner John Felsham, I'm arresting you

for conspiracy to commit armed robbery, for perverting the course of justice,

and for conspiracy to commit the murders

of Raymond Atkins, Darren Ellis, William Finch and David Murray.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned

something which you intend to rely on in court.

I've waited a long time to see that.

Well, it paid off. Well done, all of you.

Does that mean we've got our jobs back, then?

-Well, technically, you never lost them.

-How's that?

It takes a lot of paperwork when you fire someone, Jack.

Yeah, but what if we'd all just gone home, like you told us to?

If you'd obeyed a direct order, you mean? When does that happen?

-I feel used.

-Well, don't.

Feel appreciated, Brian. All of you.

Thank you, sir, you've just made them unbearable.

Oh. I thought they already were.

Calls for a celebration.

A proper night out.

No, thanks. Paperwork, I'm afraid.

-I'd better give her a hand.

-Esther's doing shepherd's pie.

Come on, Gerry, just a quiet one?

A quiet one?

You buckle up, Frankie boy.

We're going large!

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