Lost in Translation New Tricks

You must go slowly at first,

and gradually, you can increase the speed.

You need to keep going until it's, erm, stiff.

Voila. Firm to the touch, like this, is perfect.

Mmm.

Mmm!

STIRRING CONTINUES

Tres bien.

C'est chouette, Gerry.

-Sorry?

-I said it's very good.

Oh. Thank you.

But you know, French food isn't just about cooking the ingredients in the right order.

It's about a lot more than that.

Is it?

Yes. It's about France itself.

It's about the passion, the culture, the language.

This you must remember.

Oh, right. I will. Yeah, thank you.

She's right. You have to immerse yourself in the whole experience.

How much French do you speak?

Va-va-voom.

# 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. #

Oh, thank you.

The victim was male, probably between 25 to 30 years old.

The body was found on farmland outside Waltham Forest

in February '96.

-Guv'nor?

-Erm, no, thanks.

-They're delicious!

-Go on!

Oh, all right. Thank you.

The autopsy showed marks on several bones,

indicating that the possible cause of death was stabbing

and the body had been tied to a wooden cross,

with the arms outstretched like that.

Like a crucifixion without the nails.

Was there a religious connection?

They never found one but the body was so badly burnt they couldn't get a formal ID.

HE COUGHS

What's up, too much sugar?

No, very nice.

-Did the original investigation come up with anything?

-Barely out of the blocks.

They did find one witness, though, who claimed to see some sort of flashing light,

-probably somebody moving around with a torch.

-What about Missing Persons?

They checked against all reports and got nowhere.

-The case was cold from day one.

-Until now?

Until now. Forensics have managed to retrieve a DNA profile

from the remains.

Do we have a name?

No, but we have a close relative and she's on the police exclusion database.

-She's one of us?

-Not quite.

She's a fingerprint analyst at the Greater London Forensic Service.

Her name's Anna King.

-Here she is.

-Thank you.

-Hi, I'm Anna King.

-Detective Superintendent Pullman from the Unsolved Crime And Open Case Squad.

My colleague Jack Halford.

-I'm sorry, you'll have to remind me. Which case is this about?

-It's not actually about one of your cases.

-I don't understand.

-Is there somewhere we could talk privately?

Um... Yeah.

The DNA was matched to me?

Yeah, it was what was called a familial match.

But then you'd know more about how that works than we do.

Erm, DNA's not my area of expertise.

According to the information given to us,

the victim was a close male relative of yours.

I'm originally from Albania. I was adopted when I was seven.

Well, obviously it would be a member of your biological family.

Your father, perhaps an uncle...?

-A brother.

-You have a brother?

He was the one who brought me to this country. His name's David.

David Celaj.

And what else can you tell us about him?

I don't know much but my parents might be able to help.

According to immigration records,

David Celaj and his sister came to the UK in September 1992.

They were granted political asylum.

Anna told us she was put up for adoption and never saw him again.

And four years later, he was dead.

OK, you and Jack check our system

and see if he was ever arrested during that time.

We know he's not on the DNA database,

but I suppose he could have been convicted of something before '95.

-Hmm. Brian, you can come with me.

-Where are we going?

To see Anna King's adopted parents.

It's snowing.

So?

It's lovely and warm in here!

Rather them than me, in this bloody weather.

-It's brass monkeys, isn't it?

-Excuse me?

-We're looking for Alan and Rachel King.

-Missy Lee.

-Sorry?

Missy Lee, it's the name of the boat they're on.

-It looks like they're third at the moment.

-How long will they be?

They've got another beat after this one, a reach down to the second mark and then a run for home.

I guess about 40 minutes.

Oh, thanks.

-Fancy a cup of tea?

-Yeah.

We lost it at the gybe mark. They went straight past while we were faffing with the spinnaker.

-The pole was caught, I couldn't release it.

-They went through like we weren't there!

-Mr and Mrs King?

-Yes?

Detective Superintendent Pullman. This is my colleague Brian Lane.

Are you sure it was Anna's brother? Are you sure it was?

-We believe so, yes.

-Did you know David at all?

No, we never met him.

We were given a little family history before the adoption,

-but that's all.

-What were you told?

-That he was some kind of student activist, democracy protester.

He fled Albania with Anna and they were granted asylum.

He was in no position to look after her, and apparently he was 21.

He was still a boy himself.

He put her up for adoption, and we were the lucky ones.

That must have been a challenge, adopting a seven-year-old from a different country.

She's been nothing but a joy to us both.

Oh, I'm sure but...

We weren't totally in the dark.

We'd travelled in Eastern Europe a little. We'd even been to Albania.

Interesting choice for a holiday!

It wasn't that. It was with a church group - Christ Under Communism -

handing out bibles, helping people to continue to worship.

-The point is, we knew what sort of place she'd come from.

-And what sort of place was it?

Chaos, really. The collapse of communism in the cities

and a countryside that hadn't seen any change for 100 years.

It was like going back in time, horse and cart, that sort of thing. It was medieval.

Has Anna ever been back?

No, she never wanted to,

and none of us have ever had any contact with her family.

Look, I'm sorry that we can't be of any more help.

-OK, thank you.

-Bye-bye.

-Say hello to David Celaj.

-It was taken in '95.

Where did you get it?

We found his name on the system, along with his ID photograph.

-What?

-It seems that working for the police ran in the family.

-What, he was a copper?

-No, he was a freelance interpreter - he worked on several cases.

The last of which was January '96.

Which has got to make you think.

-That's just a month before he was killed.

-What was the case?

The murder of a man called Justin Hayman,

but the case collapsed before it got to court.

The SIO was DCI Cranagh.

-Daniel Cranagh?

-That's the one, yeah.

Retired now, I've tracked him down. He works for a bank.

-Thanks for seeing us.

-Oh, my pleasure.

Mr Cranagh, when you said you said you worked in a bank...

You thought I'd be wearing a cheap uniform, sat at the front desk?

Something like that, yeah.

People here like having an ex-copper in charge of the security.

It's like having a Lord on the letterhead, you know. Please.

So what can you tell us about the Justin Hayman case?

It was the one that got away. You know how that is.

You wake up wondering if you could have done something different.

He was a businessman, shopkeeper, he had several convenience stores.

He was attacked locking up one evening and never regained consciousness.

Was it a robbery?

In a manner of speaking. As far as we could tell,

there'd been several attacks on his premises during the previous few months.

Windows broken, an attempt to set fire to one of the shops.

-Sounds like a campaign.

-That's because it was.

A protection racket, you paid up, or you got hurt.

And Hayman wouldn't pay?

His wife told me he wasn't that kind of guy.

He, er, he wouldn't be bullied whatever the consequences,

and in this case the consequences were a man called Michael Luga.

Yeah, tell us about him.

He was a two-bit piece of muscle working for an Albanian gang,

the ones running the racket.

And this Michael Luga was always your prime suspect?

A lot more than that - he was arrested and charged.

We had a witness who saw the whole thing and identified him.

-This witness was Albanian too, huh?

-That's right.

A woman, I don't remember her name.

She spoke some English but we wanted to get all the details right,

so a couple of days later we called in an interpreter.

Which was David Celaj.

I wouldn't have remembered his name either, but yeah, he looks familiar.

It was all academic in the end,

because once we got them together, our witness had second thoughts.

-All of sudden she couldn't be certain about what she saw.

-Someone got to her?

I can't answer that question.

You both know what witnesses are like.

They can drop out at any stage for a hundred reasons.

Become unsure, uncertain...

-But you think it's possible?

-It's possible.

But before you ask, I haven't got a shred of proof to back that up.

Yeah, that's right. Michael Luga, anything you can dig up.

OK, hang on...

Brian's found an address for David Celaj.

Oh, good boy.

-Whoa, wait a minute, I've got to find a pen.

-There's one in here...

Hang on, you're going to have to say that again.

OK, go ahead.

Yeah.

Great. Right, we'll see you later. Thanks, bye.

Apparently, he was renting a room in Hackney,

and the landlady's still living there.

I wonder if she remembers him.

You're learning French?

Oh, no, not really. It's just my cookery teacher.

She says I should immerse myself in everything French.

-Oh, yeah, how's it going?

-Merde.

Oh, I've been renting rooms out since my husband died.

The truth is, I like the company more than I need the money.

I don't like rattling around this great house on my own.

It's nice to have someone else around.

How long was David Celaj living here?

Um...almost two years, and he never gave me a single problem in all that time.

He even paid me for an extra month when he left.

What about visitors? Did anyone come when he was staying here?

-Women, you mean?

-Or men, Mrs Marks, if that was the case. Anyone at all?

Well, I wouldn't have minded either way, but no.

No, no-one ever came here. Well, that I knew about.

I don't suppose he told you where he was going

-or left a forwarding address?

-No, no, nothing like that.

OK, Mrs Marks. Thank you for your help.

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

Um, he did leave a few things here.

I think I kept them in case he came back.

-If you're interested...

-Yes, please, thank you.

Well, I must still have them somewhere.

I'll make you a nice cup of tea.

Yes, I'll find them. There we are, come through.

There's nothing on Luga since the Hayman case in 1996.

Not even a speeding ticket.

Are you coming up blank an' all?

I wouldn't exactly say that.

-These are just a few bits and pieces I found when I cleared out the room.

-Ah. May I?

Mmm. I didn't like to throw them out.

Would you want more tea?

No, no, thank you. I'm fine.

Do you remember anything else about the day he left?

I've got an envelope here.

-Postmarked two days before he died.

-Oh.

-Well, he got that on the last morning. The last morning he was here.

-How do you know?

I remember him reading it. He was having his breakfast.

Did he say who it was from?

No, he didn't say anything about that. Nothing at all.

Just got up, said he was leaving and gave me a cheque.

He didn't even finish his eggs.

This Luga seems to have his fingers in all sorts of pies.

Reconditioned guns, counterfeit clothing, drugs, prostitution...

But nothing's ever been proved.

Well, Albanian gangs are traditionally organised along family and clan lines.

They take an oath of allegiance, and the members almost never talk about what goes on.

He seems more than capable of murder, though.

Oh, he is, capable of anything.

Yeah, but Luga walked free and David wasn't a witness,

he was just an interpreter.

-He had no motive to kill him.

-At least no obvious one.

What about the envelope?

His landlady said that he received it on the last day she saw him.

He didn't talk about the letter, but she said something distracted him.

There was something in the letter that worried him.

It's postmarked central London, but that doesn't tell us who sent it,

but we can have the stamp tested for DNA.

I'll get it picked up.

No, drop it off.

I don't want it getting stuck in the system.

Brian, you and I can go and talk to the witness in the Luga case.

Excuse me?

We're looking for Maria Mullat.

You can stop. I mean, you've found her.

Right. Detective Superintendent Pullman, this is Brian Lane.

We'd like to ask a couple of questions.

What about? I'm very busy...

It's all right, it won't take long.

That won't be necessary. The boss would be me.

I run an employment agency supplying workers to this farm

-and others in the area.

-It's very impressive.

I employ 42 people and I've built it from scratch.

I had nothing when I arrived in this country.

And when was that, exactly?

October 1995.

A few months before Justin Hayman was killed.

-I suppose so, I don't really...

-You do remember Justin Hayman?

Of course, but it happened a long time ago,

-it's hard to remember all the details.

-Well, you're lucky.

A lot of people who witness a murder can't get it out of their heads.

I didn't know that's what it was. It was more just a...

A scuffle.

Your English is excellent. But back then, you needed an interpreter.

Now, his name was David Celaj.

I suppose so.

He was killed not long after the case collapsed,

and we were wondering if the two events were somehow connected.

I don't understand how.

Well, you changed your mind, Ms Mullat.

You identified a suspect, and then you changed your mind.

I just wasn't certain.

It happened so quickly, I couldn't be sure.

Yet, apparently, you were certain when you first spoke to the police.

And you identified Michael Luga from a line-up.

I felt I had to pick someone.

I felt under pressure.

Were you threatened?

-I'm sorry?

-I don't mean by the police.

Yeah, did someone else threaten you? You know, tell you to change your story?

-Of course not.

-Well, it wouldn't be the first time it's happened.

Well, it didn't happen to me.

I just couldn't be sure, that's all.

I just couldn't be sure it was the same man.

Maria, telephone for you.

I have to deal with this.

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

Can't or won't?

Hmm. Take your pick.

You don't think you could rush this through for us, could you?

-We'd be grateful.

-Do you know how many people say that?

-One or two, I imagine.

I'll see what we can do.

Thank you very much.

-Anna!

-Oh, hello.

Anna King, this is a colleague of mine, Gerry Standing.

-Whoa! Don't shoot.

-It's not loaded, I'm checking it for prints.

-Are you looking for me?

-No, we were just dropping something off.

-To do with my brother's death?

-Er...yes, that's right.

Can we have a word in my office?

Yeah, sure.

What have you found out?

We're still just scratching the surface.

We do know that he was an interpreter for the police,

so it's possible his death might have had something to do with one of the cases he was involved in.

That's not what I meant. I meant about him, about what he was like.

We'd never really talked about David, you see.

My parents never spoke about him, and I didn't feel comfortable asking.

But now with all this, I'd like to try and find out more.

It probably doesn't make much sense.

It makes perfect sense. We all want to know where we come from.

-So what was he like?

-Well, we can't tell you much at the moment.

I do have a photograph of him.

-You OK?

-Yep.

-Can I keep this?

-Of course.

We'll let you know if we find anything...concrete, OK?

She must be in pieces.

Not only did we remind her of a brother she'd almost forgotten, but we told her he'd been murdered.

-Yeah, poor girl.

-Why are we stopping?

-Two minutes.

I've got to get some oursinade.

Oursin...what?

Yeah, it's a... it's a paste of sea urchin.

It's the perfect base for a decent bouillabaisse.

-Is it?

-Yep!

-Right.

One minute, 30 seconds.

THEY CHAT IN FRENCH

Gerry!

-Bonjour!

-What are you doing here?

Well, I just...I want...er... cherche la oursinade.

Vous faites une bouillabaisse?

Oui, oui. Les fruits de mer.

A policeman who cooks and now speaks some French.

-I should take you home and introduce you to my mother.

-Ooh.

-Bonjour.

-Bonjour.

-Ah, pardon.

Mon ami, Jack Halford. Genevieve.

-Enchante, madame.

-Mademoiselle.

-Pardonnez-moi.

-C'est pas grave.

THEY CONTINUE TO SPEAK IN FRENCH

-Very nice to meet you.

-You too.

-Oh, just...

-Ah! Un cadeau.

-Sorry?

-Present.

-Oh. Merci.

-See you next week, Gerry.

Absolument. SHE CHUCKLES

-Au revoir.

-Au revoir.

-Didn't know you spoke French.

-I'm full of surprises, me.

As are you, apparently.

Of all the stalls in all the world...

-Eh?

-Never mind.

-So what do you think?

-What about?

-Genevieve!

-Absolutely charming.

Wants to take me home and meet her mum.

Polite as well.

-I think I might ask her out.

-Why not?

An attractive, stylish, sophisticated French woman, and you -

why on earth would that go wrong?

Exactly.

This is all the evidence from the Hayman case.

If Mullat was got at, we need to find some indication of it in here.

We're hardly likely to get it from Luga.

Always the optimist, eh, Gerry?

'How did Cranagh describe him?'

-A two-bit piece of muscle.

-Well, he's certainly not that now.

-Michael Luga.

-Detective Superintendent Pullman.

Jack Halford. We were just admiring your house.

It's not usually this crowded - we're preparing for my daughter's wedding.

Oh, then it'll be even more crowded.

We're going to hire a river boat for the reception.

-Congratulations.

-LUGA CHUCKLES

I disapprove of her choice, but...she doesn't listen to me.

That must be a strange feeling for you.

We're aware that people do listen to you, Mr Luga, particularly among the Albanian community.

It's true that I have a certain standing.

A reputation would be closer to the mark.

For violence, extortion, that kind of thing.

Wherever you heard that, it has been misreported.

I'm a legitimate businessman.

Then you won't mind answering a few questions. We'll start with David Celaj.

I've never heard of him.

What about Justin Hayman?

Surely you remember him, Mr Luga? You were arrested and charged with his murder.

I was falsely accused. There was no evidence.

There was not even a trial.

And I'm busy, so if you'll excuse me...

We can do this here, Mr Luga, or we can do it in an interview room under caution, but we are going to do it.

I don't even know this man, Celaj.

What's he got to do with me?

He was an interpreter.

And a couple of weeks after the case against you collapsed,

his body was found tied to a cross in a forest.

That mean anything to you?

Nothing at all.

This is as close to the countryside as I ever get.

The whole case rested on Mullat being a witness.

Beyond that, it was all just supposition and theory.

But we still don't know why she changed her mind. Come on.

Look, this is her witness statement, right?

Well, well, that's in Albanian, and this is the English translation.

I can't see anything.

Maybe she was just unsure.

You believe that?

No, not really.

But it's doing my head in. I need a break. Here.

You have a look.

Ah, bonjour, it's Gerry, Gerry Standing.

Oui, je...je... cuirai la bouillabaisse.

La mer, oui.

Um...

Dinner avec moi...

ce soir?

Oh, bien, bien.

Le dress? Um...nothing special. Casuelle?

Oh, my address?

HE LAUGHS My address, I beg your pardon.

Yeah, er...

Here you go. DOG BARKS

Hang on.

Scampi! Hello, where have you been?

-Brian!

-Oh, just a minute.

Right.

-There you are.

-What's this?

Our holiday.

I thought we'd agreed cycling in Devon?

You agreed to that.

I thought we might go somewhere a little more exotic.

-Thailand?

-China.

It's really fascinating.

FRENCH MUSIC PLAYS

Mmm!

DOORBELL RINGS

-Bon soir, je suis Felicite.

-Sorry?

La mere de Genevieve.

Um... Genevieve's mother.

You must be Gerry.

Yes, yes, I'm Gerry.

Er... Well...lovely to meet you.

-Enchante.

-Would you like to go up? The kitchen and the lounge are upstairs.

Ah, thank you.

Mmm, that smells delicious.

Oh, good.

Oh, a rose.

-Oh, merci.

-It should be perfect.

You are cooking bouillabaisse?

Oui, oui. Bouillabaisse.

Les fruits de mer.

HE CHUCKLES Mer.

-Morning, all.

-Morning.

Nice cappuccino for the guv'nor.

-What's got into you?

-Black for Brian.

-You had a win?

-I'm saying nothing.

Genevieve, perhaps?

-Who's Genevieve?

-His cookery teacher.

Well, if you really want to know, it was...er...

actually her mother.

-Her mother?

-Yeah, there was a bit of mix-up with the French word for "sea".

-Oh, a homonym.

-She's not!

"Mere" in French means "mother". It also means "sea", as in fruits de mer.

You got the wrong mer!

ALL CHUCKLE

Maybe that's what's going on here. A homonym.

What?

I'm having trouble with Mullat's retraction statement.

It's in English and in Albanian, but there are bits that just don't add up.

-In what way?

-Well, like this word -

"ndihmoj".

Now, it appears at the end of two different sentences

and Celaj translates it in the first instance as "shop",

and then, secondly, he reckons it means "break".

So it must be...

LAPTOP KEYS CLATTER

-..Neither. It says here it means "help".

-Help?

Help.

But "help" doesn't appear anywhere in the statement.

So the translation's wrong?

Well, it must be. Seems like they're having a different conversation from what's in here. "Help"?

Maybe Mullat told David she was being threatened by Luga.

David didn't like it, decided to confront him.

And this gives us our solid motive.

Well, you better go and have a word with her.

Mrs Mullat?

What now?

We have to talk.

-I don't want to get involved in this.

-It's too late for that, you're already involved.

I don't have anything to say.

It wasn't your memory that failed, it was your nerve.

Now, nobody's blaming you for that,

but we need to know exactly what happened.

-It was made clear to me.

-What was?

That it would be better to forget what I saw.

Or what?

I didn't ask for details.

I didn't have to.

It was made very clear.

Did you tell David that you were being threatened?

-No.

-Look, this could be important, are you sure?

I'm absolutely positive.

David Celaj was the one threatening me.

He was inside the police station, he was working for us.

And now it looks as though he was working for Luga as well.

No wonder she was frightened.

The man was a democracy campaigner, he was over here for a better life, and now suddenly he's a criminal?

Maybe he was threatened as well, maybe he was forced into it.

Yeah, and threatened to fight back and tell the police what had happened.

-Pint?

-Not half.

Fresh air in our lungs.

Lactic acid in our legs.

Lunches in country pubs.

Or we could have three days in Beijing and a trip down the Yangtze.

What, stuck on a boat?

Maybe take a sleeper.

Oh!

The Great Wall,

the Forbidden City...

..Tiananmen Square...

What will I eat?

You like Chinese food.

I like it delivered.

And not for breakfast.

"Experience the contrasts of China, from bustling cosmopolitan Shanghai

"to the vast rural areas where human scarecrows

"used to be employed to protect the crops..."

I could take some cereal, I suppose.

And tins of beans.

Although they'd be heavier.

"Enjoy the Wild Goose Pagoda in Xian.

"Spend a day visiting the Terracotta Army."

-What did you just say?

-A day visiting the Terracotta Army.

No, the bit before that, something about the scarecrows.

We've been looking at David's body but we haven't been seeing it.

-It's right there, Brian.

-Exactly. Look.

Tied to a cross, on farmland, he was posed.

Now, we've talked about religion, we've talked about crucifixion

but nobody's mentioned scarecrows.

Scarecrows?

Yes, look.

In China, historically, the lowest in society had to do the most menial jobs, obviously.

But the worst amongst those was the human scarecrow.

Human scarecrow?

I reckon posing David like that could have been the ultimate insult.

Like spitting on a corpse.

It's an interesting theory, Brian,

but there's at least one rather big flaw in it.

Like the fact that he wasn't Chinese.

Oh, that doesn't matter. Well... yeah, it does, but...

it didn't just happen in China.

This got me thinking so I looked it up.

Now it seems this was a tradition in India,

in lots of other countries in south-east Asia

and in parts of Eastern Europe.

Including Albania?

Including Albania and it's been going on for centuries.

If that is the reason he was tied to the cross,

it brings us straight back to Luga.

So we're right back at the beginning.

We need to look at everything about how that body was found

in order to prove Brian's theory. PHONE RINGS

You and your theories.

It's a good theory.

Mind you, it'd be a good job for you.

Why?

You've got all the gear for it, haven't you?

If I was in sackcloth I'd be twice the man you are.

You'd frighten all the birds away!

Thank you.

Or alternatively find a completely different one.

-What?

-We've had a hit on the DNA from the stamp.

The name is Keith Weston.

Who the hell's Keith Weston?

Let me know when you find out.

He's dead?

And a long time buried.

Weston died in April 2005 of natural causes.

He was a petty criminal,

in and out of jail for the best part of 30 years.

Burglary, mostly, armed robbery when he was young,

a couple of convictions for receiving.

Any connection to David Celaj?

Nothing we know of.

No connection with any gang, Albanian or otherwise.

Come on, there must be something else.

There is a widow.

Oi, get down, Leon.

I said get down, bloody get down! Right now, or I'll pull you down head-first.

Mrs Weston?

-Who's asking?

-I'll take that as a yes.

Detective Superintendent Pullman, Gerry Standing.

He's my grandson, I was only joking about head-first.

-I'm sure you were.

-We need to talk to you about Keith.

He's been dead six years and you lot are still hassling him?

Just a couple of questions, won't take long.

What are you staring at?

Whatever it is, I don't want the whole street knowing. You'd better come inside.

What did you say his name was?

David, David Celaj.

No. Never seen him before. I don't know everything Keith did.

I didn't ask and he didn't tell me.

The truth is I usually only found out when there was a knock

on the door but it worked better that way for both of us.

He never talked about meeting a young Albanian bloke?

If he did, I don't remember it.

Although my memory's not what it was, to be honest.

We just want a straight answer, Mrs Weston.

Straight? Whatever I say, you'll twist it to suit,

make it fit what you already think.

I promise you that won't happen

but I do need you to take another look at the photo.

I don't recognise him, I never saw him with Keith.

But Celaj's a very unusual name, you sure he never mentioned it?

He never mentioned it to me, that's all I can tell you.

If you're so sure this David bloke knew Keith,

why don't you go and ask him?

We'd love to, only this "David bloke" is dead.

-He was murdered in February '96.

-And you think Keith...?

We have reason to believe Keith was in contact before he was killed, yeah.

Contact?

What kind of contact?

Well, to tell you the truth we don't really know.

'96?

That's right.

February?

That's what we said.

(LAUGHS)

What's so funny?

Keith couldn't have had anything to do with it.

Not unless that bloke was killed in the Nightingale Ward.

Keith was in hospital?

Being treated for colon cancer, it was the first time it was diagnosed.

You don't have to believe me, you can go and check for yourselves.

Tania Weston is telling the truth.

Her husband was admitted to the Whittington Hospital, Archway,

in December '95 and wasn't discharged until March '96.

And according to this, he was in no fit state to go anywhere.

-So he couldn't have killed David.

-He could've sent the letter.

Yeah, they do have post boxes in hospitals.

Come on, we're clutching at straws here,

there's nothing to suggest any connection

between David Celaj and Keith Weston.

Except Weston's DNA on the stamp.

Maybe it was a mistake, a mix-up somewhere along the line.

It happens. Some sort of contamination at the lab.

No, there's been no mistake.

We know somebody who works at the lab.

We appreciate you coming in.

Do you know who killed David?

No, not yet.

Well, you must know something otherwise I wouldn't be here.

What have you found out?

We know that your father was convicted of drink-driving.

It was a mistake, just one drink too many.

He was banned for two years but that's not what's important here.

It was that his DNA was taken when he was arrested.

It's in the system, Anna, and you know that.

And then you saw us dropping off the envelope.

And you decided to interfere.

Now, there has to be a reason why you would do that.

You wouldn't have swapped those DNA samples

unless you thought that it was your father's DNA on that stamp.

Why did you think that?

I recognised his handwriting on the envelope

and I thought he might be involved.

David was at my house... I mean my parents' house, with my father.

I was only ten at the time, it must have been just before he was killed.

The door to my father's study was open, David didn't see me, he wasn't looking.

They were arguing, I don't know what about

and my mother sent me upstairs,

she shouted at me and she'd never done that before.

When I came down again, he was gone.

Did you ever see him again?

No, just that time.

Just the once and my father never mentioned anything about it.

I didn't even know it was to do with me until now.

I'm sorry for what I did, I didn't think. I'm sorry.

Why Keith Weston, Anna? Why did you pick him?

He's dead, I didn't want to cause any trouble.

Unfortunately, that particular ship has sailed.

Where's Anna? You said she was here.

-Don't worry, she's fine.

-Well, can I see her?

This isn't about Anna, it's about her brother, David.

Well, I told you, I never met him.

In which case, perhaps you'd like to explain what he was doing at your house?

You don't have to say anything, Mr King.

That, of course, is your right.

But you should know that we've been through

the official adoption records and guess what we found?

Nothing, nothing at all.

Because there is nothing to find, is there, Mr King?

There was no official adoption.

David just handed Anna over, that was the deal, wasn't it?

Tell us what did happen, Mr King, from the top, please.

We were in Albania, up in the north, in the province of Shkoder,

almost on the border.

And that was with the church group?

Yes, there were six or seven of us, just trying to help,

trying to give them what they needed to worship in peace.

And that's when you met David Celaj?

He was desperate to get away, to get out of the country.

And you were desperate for a child.

It wasn't me...

it was Rachel.

It had taken over her whole life,

there were days when she couldn't get out of bed. It was eating her up.

Why was David so desperate to get away?

It was because of what's called a Gjakmarrje.

A what?

A blood feud, a violent dispute between families.

What was the feud about?

I have no idea.

It had going on for generations, tit-for-tat killings.

As far as I could tell, no-one knew what had originally started it.

Who was the other family?

I don't know, I don't know.

Does the name Luga mean anything to you?

No.

Why, should it?

Look, I told you I never knew who they were. I didn't want to know.

We just wanted Anna and to be left alone.

There was no reason for anyone to be suspicious.

People understood she was a refugee.

Everyone assumed that it was official.

Once we'd got her settled in

we just wanted to get on with our lives.

But David was to have no contact with her

once we got them out of the country.

That was part of the arrangement.

And David broke that?

He turned up at the house out of the blue.

-He was waiting for me when I got home from work.

-What did he want?

He said that they'd found him. He didn't say who and I never asked.

He just said that they knew where he was.

So he came to you for help?

He wanted money. I gave him a few hundred pounds,

but I didn't want him to come back so I wrote him a letter.

I told him to stay away for Anna's sake.

There is another possibility, of course,

one that doesn't involve ancient family feuds

and David being found in this country.

Something a little closer to home.

I didn't kill him!

Is that what you think? You think I killed him?

He was settled, he was making a life for himself.

-Maybe he wanted Anna back.

-No!

The adoption was unofficial. You couldn't stop him taking her.

You had to do something else.

No. That's not what happened.

You had to get rid of him, make sure he never came back.

I didn't. It wasn't like that.

-You were desperate.

-Desperate enough to kill?

I didn't do it! I didn't do anything to him!

We'll be in touch, Mr King.

What? You believe me?

Didn't say that.

What about Anna?

What do I say to her? what do I tell my daughter?

If you want my advice,

I think it's about time you told her the truth.

It'd be easier if I didn't, but I think I believe him.

King might have been desperate enough to do something but he didn't have to.

-Unless someone got to David first.

-Somebody like Luga.

We can't be certain of that, Jack.

We know it must have been someone from Albania, someone who found him here.

It fits in with the scarecrow theory.

You know, these feuds aren't at all unusual.

They go back generations, whole families at war.

They've got a rule - whoever kills will be killed.

Blood is avenged with blood.

But why did he go to Alan King for help?

Because King was the only person who knew the truth about why David left Albania.

If he's had come to us then the story would have come out.

He'd have been frightened that his asylum status would be revoked.

So what do we do now, then?

Well, we have to prove that Luga is part of this other family,

so I'll put in a request upstairs and it'll go via Interpol on to the Albanian police force.

That's going to take weeks.

-At least.

-More like months.

It's not ideal,

but short of someone getting on a plane,

I don't know what else to do.

I suppose she's right. We've just got to sit tight and be patient.

This is really interesting -

goes back over 3,000 years, some of these rucks.

Yeah, they've got their own book of laws,

called the... Where are you going?

Don't worry, I'm not getting on a plane.

No, no, no! Wait for me.

Hey, hang on. Hey.

What's going on? It's not a funeral, is it?

-He said his daughter was getting married.

-What, today?

Well, I mean, we'd better come back then, if it's her wedding day.

In that case he should be in a good mood.

What, with us barging in? I wouldn't bet on it.

Come on.

-Where is everybody?

-They're on the boat.

Shall we?

-I'm really not sure about this.

-No.

We're trapped now.

I've got those invitations somewhere. Did I give them to you?

No, you didn't.

I distinctly remember not inviting any policemen, Mr Halford.

Oh, you remember me? I'm flattered.

These are my colleagues Mr Standing, Mr Lane.

Unfortunately it isn't a pleasure, I'm going to ask you all to leave.

That might be a bit tricky.

It can be arranged.

Besides, you don't know what we want yet.

Turning up at my daughter's wedding uninvited

is disrespectful to both of us.

Well, there's no disrespect intended whatsoever,

but we need a quick chat.

It's an insult you being here.

An insult, eh?

You mean, like posing a body to look like a scarecrow?

That's an insult, isn't it? The lowest of the low?

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

-I think you do.

You know the significance of how David Celaj was killed.

Maybe because you killed him.

I had nothing to do with that man's death.

We've only got your word for that.

This conversation is over.

Mr Luga, Mr Luga,

you don't want to ruin the beautiful bride's special day, do you?

Not to mention the new in-laws.

And your legitimate friends.

Where is this David Celaj from?

Which part of Albania?

The province of Shkoder.

HE SCOFFS

What difference does that make?

It's in the north, I come from the south.

It makes all the difference in the world.

Please, sit down.

I'm sure you can see why I didn't want to have this conversation over the phone.

Absolutely, this is an extremely sensitive matter.

Our reputation is critical to what we do.

Yes, yeah, I understand that.

-There'll be an internal enquiry, of course.

-Of course.

And for our part, Anna will be suspended

pending the outcome of that investigation.

Well, as I said, I'll let you have all the evidence that we have.

Thank you for your time... and your candour.

My pleasure. I would appreciate being kept in the loop if that's all right.

-Of course.

-Thank you.

What about criminal charges?

I'm afraid I can't confirm anything about that

until I've spoken to the CPS.

The feuds are local,

usually between families in the same area or same village.

That's why they last for generations, it's why they're so...

brutal.

That's where you should look.

If that's true, we'll still need someone

to provide us with the name of the other family.

I hear that the authorities in Tirana are especially effective these days.

Yeah, but we haven't got that long. Look, why don't you do us a favour?

Make a phone call to whoever it is who could help us get that name?

Why would I do that?

We could always talk a little louder.

I have no secrets from my friends.

But you do have secrets.

I am a legitimate businessman.

I seriously doubt that, but I'm sure you're very careful nowadays.

Always two steps removed, keeping your hands clean.

But the question is, Mr Luga, were you always that careful?

We know you got away with one murder,

what else did you have to do to get to the top?

If you really have gone straight,

then surely you don't want your past dug up, do you?

Could be very bad for business.

Digging up the past is our specialty. We're very good at it.

And if there's anything there, I promise you, we'll find it.

And if... I give you the name,

will you leave me alone?

You'll never see us again.

If it's the right one.

I'll make a call.

Please have a drink while you're waiting.

Thank you.

-Thank you very much.

-Don't mind if I do.

You're not authorised to make any kind of deal.

We didn't make a deal. We just said we wouldn't look at things

we weren't going to look at anyway.

We got the name, didn't we?

The Celajs were in a feud with a family named Dervishi.

Assuming his information is correct.

Let me make a quick call.

Look, there was no reason for him to lie, not about this.

A man like him doesn't need a reason to lie, it comes naturally,

especially when he's talking to people like us.

Did you get anything on the name?

We're checking with immigration and passport control,

so far nothing, no.

Luga's getting some pictures for us from his contact. That might help.

Anna King's turned up at the lab.

-I thought she'd been suspended.

-She has.

You just missed her,

she said she needed to pick up some personal things.

-Where was she going?

-She didn't say.

Did she do anything else while she was here?

She logged on to her computer.

What she was looking at?

She went online.

And she was searching the internal system for an old case.

It's not a name I recognise, Hayman,

Justin Hayman.

Does that mean anything to you?

Last time I was here, she was checking a weapon for prints.

Would you just humour me a little

and make sure that it's where it's supposed to be.

Now, check what she was doing online.

Sandra, it's Jack. Anna King's left already.

Do we know where she is?

'No, but she was checking the Hayman case in the system.'

Why now?

-You better see this.

-Hang on, Jack.

Luga's contact sent us a nice family picture.

-What am I looking at?

-Far right.

Maria Mullat.

Born Christina Dervishi, June '67,

in the province of Shkoder in the village of Mullat.

She came to the UK in 1995.

So she took her new name from the village she came from.

That's what it looks like.

Jack, Maria Mullat's real name

'is Christina Dervishi. She's part of the other family.'

Yes, Anna was searching for her online.

'How will she know who she is?'

The gun's not there.

Well, where could it be?

We're going to Mullat's office, meet you there.

You better call for firearms support.

-What?

-There's a weapon missing here, I think Anna might have it.

What's happening?

Anna's in there and she's got Mullat with her.

-I better talk to her.

-It's too late for that.

-Somebody's got to do something.

-Jack!

Anna?

Anna?

It's Jack. Jack Halford.

Go away.

I want to talk to you.

I'll shoot her.

Anna...

I'm coming in.

It's all right, I'm on my own. There's only me.

-You don't have to do this.

-You don't even know what this is.

-She's right.

No, she's wrong.

I know your real name is Dervishi,

and I know you changed it to Mullat when you came over here,

and that's the name of the village you were brought up.

It's also the name of the village where you were brought up. How did you find out?

I spoke to my father.

Well, he told you a lot more than he told us.

Now this doesn't have to go on.

She killed my brother.

And he killed my father. He shot him in the back.

Don't say anything.

I killed him and he squealed like a pig.

-Don't do it, Anna. You're not like her.

-Come on!

Shoot me if you're going to do it. Come on, do it!

Are you a coward like your brother?

This is not what you want now, is it?

-I'm doing this for David.

-He wouldn't want any part of this. That's why he brought you here.

What's wrong with you?

Think Anna, think!

GUNSHOTS Go, go, go.

Armed police, put down your weapon now!

You're weak, just like your brother.

He ran away too.

-You all right?

-Yeah, fine.

You OK?

-Yeah, yeah, I think so.

-Good.

I'm arresting you for the murder of David Celaj.

Of course Celaj recognised me.

And I knew who he was as soon as he walked into the room.

I told him not to worry, we'd both made new lives here.

The past didn't matter any more.

And afterwards I followed him so I knew where to find him again.

Why didn't you kill him then, why wait?

There was no hurry.

David Celaj wasn't a big man, but to tie him to that cross...

you couldn't have done that on your own.

Someone must have helped you.

Yes, but he's back in Albania now, so you can't touch him.

Anything else to add, Ms Mullat?

No.

Interview terminated at 15:28.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Come in.

Ma'am, Mrs King for you.

Oh, thank you very much. Do come in. Take a seat.

Would you like a tea, or coffee?

No, thanks.

Thank you for agreeing to see me.

Not at all, what can I do for you?

They tell me that Anna's been charged with attempted murder.

I'm afraid that's right. Yes.

I don't understand, I don't understand any of it.

I mean, I know what happened, the facts.

But I don't understand why...

Why Anna even got involved with any of this.

Her brother was murdered.

But she never asked, not once.

She never told me she wanted details of her old life or where she came from.

And you never brought it up?

No, we thought that was for the best.

We thought it would be easier that way.

Easier?

For all of us.

We didn't want her to be confused, we...

We wanted her to feel secure.

Well, in my experience ignoring something doesn't make it disappear,

it just delays the moment when it has to come to the surface.

Do you think we should have explained everything

when she was still a child?

That was your choice, Mrs King.

I'm afraid I can't tell you whether it was the right one.

More like just sat down and told us chapter and verse,

How she followed David, took him by surprise.

She smiled while she did it.

She was proud of what happened.

She avenged her father, upheld the family honour.

I could call it a lot of things but honourable wouldn't be one of them.

So, what about Anna?

What about Anna?

We can't look the other way.

She tampered with evidence, stole a firearm and almost killed Mullat.

-But she didn't.

-Only cos you were there. We don't what would have happened.

It was about her family, her culture,

there were extenuating circumstances.

That doesn't excuse what she did.

It helps to explain it.

Not good enough, Jack. Not good enough.

Anyway, who would like another drink?

Not for me, thanks,

I've got to run.

Another cooking class?

No. I've been invited to an oenological event.

A what?

Wine tasting.

Vintage wine.

Which like women, get better with age.

Thanks, Gerry.

I'm not sure he was talking about you.

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