Unforgotten (2015) s01e01 Episode Script
Episode 1
1 Oh, Dad, I'm off.
Smell all right to me.
What've you got on today? Oh, you know, busy, busy.
Losing your touch here, love.
I had to take a work call.
I'll still wipe the floor with you any day, mate.
I'll finish it for you.
See you later, old man.
OK, will do.
I'll get onto it right away.
- Very good.
- Mmm-hmm.
Morning.
Guv.
Late one? Oh, yeah, all-nighter at Whisky Miss.
It's Mist, I think you'll find, Mr Coolio.
Whevs.
- You're a woman, aren't you? - Apparently.
What is it with girls and crying for absolutely no reason? - Which one? - Gemma, till 1:00 in the bloody morning.
I cried last week with my dad.
- Why? - Don't know, really.
Just felt like it.
What did he do? Gave me a hug.
And that made you feel better? Uh Not really, no.
DCI Cass Stuart.
Sean Rawlins.
How you doing? Good, thanks.
Who found it? Some builders looking for the mains supply.
Male, I think.
And the bones are in pretty good nick, so young.
A young adult.
What was the building that was here? Well, according to a neighbour I spoke to, it had quite a few incarnations over the years.
A private house, a British Rail records office, hostel, DHSS.
So, this is either a very shallow grave, or if the body was put here before the cellar was built, it's a very deep one.
Except we don't know what the ground level was when he was buried.
But your gut feeling? Are we talking Richard III, or, you know, five years ago? Could be talking 5,000 years.
Seriously? Bones can survive incredibly well in certain types of soil.
But we do know he died very young.
By modern standards.
Any sign of trauma anywhere? Not from what I can see so far.
OK.
I'm gonna need to excavate this whole site, obviously.
See if there's anything else under here.
Just make sure, please, that people are aware until we know different, we treat this as a crime scene.
Let's try and find out how he died.
Whoever he was, I think we owe him that at the very least.
You're gonna have to give me a better price than that, big man.
I'm ordering four crates! I'll call you back.
Thieving bastards.
Eric! Oh, sorry, sweetheart! Grandpa's got a filthy mouth, hasn't he? - You're haggling over £50, Dad.
- Yeah, £50 is £50, mate.
£50 is what we were short of when we bought this place.
Our friend Terry Miller lent it us in the end.
If he hadn't have He brought the cash round in pound notes as I remember.
Yeah, God, yeah Forgotten that.
All right, Liv, let's see if we can find some choccie biccies.
Yeah.
Anyone want another cuppa? Grandpa would! See? You know, long term memory's the last to go, Dad.
Ask her what she had for breakfast, or if she's had her statins today, or her Omeprazole.
We'll cope.
But you're already not coping.
I'm not being funny, but when was the last time you cleaned the lavs, Dad? - Les.
- Well, I'm sorry, but they smell a bit.
And if I'm bringing Liv here We're not going into sheltered housing, Leslie! Now leave it.
Are Ron Bartlett and his wife coming to the party? It must be nearly their sapphire as well.
Ron died a couple of years ago, Mum.
Do you remember? Come on, boys! Come on! - Come on.
Focus! Determination! - Come on, sprint! OK, and Lovely.
Yeah, blue team on this side, red on that.
Brandon, get back out there now.
- I'm having an asthma attack.
- You're not having anything.
It's just your heart pumping oxygen around your body, as opposed to skunk fumes.
I'm dyin', I'm telling you! Brandon! Come on, man, we need you up front.
I'm not good, fam.
You just gotta catch your wind.
It's only ten minutes each way.
Come on, man.
We need you.
You're our only striker.
- Lf I croak, Curtis, I'm telling you! - Whatever.
Oh, here he comes! Here he comes! A round of applause for our star striker, Brandon.
Right? Sir Phillip, I'm so sorry.
The vote went on forever.
How are you? Very good to see you.
I'm good.
How are you? - Glass of fizz? - Oh, God, yes.
Long day, thank you.
- So did the P.
M.
Ring you? - Ah No.
Why? Did he say he would? Well, he said he'd try, which I suppose is not always the same thing.
Right.
Basically, he just wanted to say that he's talked it through with the chancellor.
And to be honest, we all think it's a superb idea.
Bottom line, we would really love to have you on board.
Well, that's I genuinely think it's a good move for us all, Liam.
And how does Lord Cross of Frognal sound? You know that's not why I'm doing this.
Oh, you'll earn it, trust me.
To our new entrepreneur czar.
Congratulations.
- Geoff.
- Robert, hi.
Just ringing to check you got my email.
I did, yes.
Um, I was going to respond tonight, Geoff.
Um, I've got a manic day.
I know it's tedious, but it would just help me sell your case a bit to the diocese.
Oh, yeah, absolutely.
I'm not quite sure how the accounts are gonna do that, Geoff.
I mean, how do you quantify the cost of buying a group of very lost women some hope? - Well, I agree - But, yes, OK, I will get it to you as soon as ASAP, Geoff.
- I mean, if it were down to me, I - Oh, hello? You're breaking up there.
Sorry.
I've lost you.
Morning.
- Hi.
- All right.
Cheers.
DCI Stuart.
- It's Sean Rawlins.
- Sean, hi.
What's happening? There's something you should see.
As you can see, it's about an inch wide and it's caused by some sort of blunt force trauma.
It couldn't have been from the drill? I'd expect the bone at the point of fracture to be lighter.
Wouldn't have had time to be discoloured by the soil.
So you think this could have been the cause of death? This is a very significant injury.
Would've caused massive blood loss, profound brain damage, and yes, in all likelihood, I think it would have caused death.
Hmm.
How's business, Les? Get in the van, Livvy, please.
You really think this is about me trying to get my hands on the house? Just leave them be, Les.
They're happy here.
Are they? How would you know? I'm the one who's round here every week whilst you ponce off back to London.
It's about keeping them safe, Matt.
Nothing more.
- Good morning, ladies.
- Good morning.
Oh, hi, Bob.
Wasn't expecting you in today.
Uh, not stopping.
Just wanted to pick up some bumph for an AGM.
- How are they doing in there? - Oh, good.
Nine's our best turnout for a couple of months.
Oh, that's brilliant.
Well done, you.
Did your daughter get a hold of you? Oh, I switched my mobile off.
Bishop's on the warpath again.
Said it wasn't urgent.
Just wedding stuff.
Oh, well, if it's wedding stuff, then it's never not urgent.
I'll call her.
Here.
Buy them some nice biccies.
Always good for flagging spirits.
See ya.
Did you tell the kids? Spoke to Joshy.
He was dead chuffed.
Can't get a hold of Bella, she's probably still in court.
Well, we'll have to celebrate tonight.
I'm making your favourite.
What time do you wanna eat? Got the Cameron thing early doors and then he wants to meet me.
- So 8.
30? - Perfect.
Can we have it with peas? Of course.
- Love you, sweetheart.
- Love you, too.
Hi, Belby, it's me again.
Can you give us a ring when you're free? I got some good news.
Your old man's going up in the world.
DS Khan? Sorry, I'm being stupid.
These These are the plans for 27 Arlingham Place? No, these are the plans for the original.
They built hundreds of buildings to this design, but all of them to exactly the same spec.
Right, got it.
So And this details the depth of the footings, but more importantly, it tells the builder that each cellar would have a three inch concrete and screed floor laid as standard.
Right.
- Can you date concrete? - No.
I just googled.
Because in truth, all this tells us is that it had a concrete floor when it was built in Uh 1886.
We have no way of knowing if it's the same floor the builders broke up.
Do you really think that someone dug up the original floor, stuck a body under it, and then re-laid a new one? Well, it's good enough for Fred West.
Except we haven't found anything else.
And disposing of a body is all about ease, Guv.
Yeah, I do know that, Sunny.
I think he was probably already there when the building went up.
And if he was, then I'm not entirely sure what we'd be doing investigating a suspicious death from at least 130 years ago.
- Sir? - Oh, cheers.
Oh, and, uh, thanks for getting Brandon back on side, yeah? Oh, no worries.
Yeah, yeah.
Seen it all before, Joseph.
Bigger and better an' all.
Haven't I, sweetheart? - Curtis.
- All right, miss.
I meant to give you this earlier.
Of Mice and Men.
You seen it? - No.
- When's the exam? - 24th.
- Might be worth a squint, I dunno.
Always easier to remember quotes from a film than a book somehow.
What? My mum sold the DVD player.
Right.
She using again, then? Well, how about you watch it round ours? I'm in Thursday.
Serious? Get to spend the evening with John Malkovich.
What's not to like? I'd like that.
Good.
6:30 then.
Play your cards right, might even get a pizza in.
Thanks, miss.
Soft as a pudding, you are.
I'll put this in the car.
So, you think he was wrong? No, 'cause the logic suggests he's right.
So, what's your cut-off point? No statute of limitations on murder.
So, I mean, suppose you do date it, I don't know, um, somewhere in the '30s.
Are you seriously gonna use your ever dwindling resources to investigate a crime 80 years old? It was still somebody's son, though, isn't it? Might even have his own kids, who might still be alive if it was the '30s.
I never knew my father.
I got over it 68 years ago.
I don't know.
Is a crime less serious because time's passed? Is a wrong less wrong because it was done 50 years ago? Or 60? Or 70? I think if people are still alive who are affected by it, or even if they remember people that were affected, I think that society has a responsibility to take it seriously.
No matter how far back, no matter how old they are.
I don't know.
Feels like history to me.
Ancient history.
Tea? Hang on.
It's going this way.
It looks like a key.
Tell me if I'm wrong, but, um, this looks like a car key.
We think so too.
And how, um, sure are we it belongs to the body? Well, where it was found, a few inches below the top of the femur, it's consistent with the key having been in a trouser pocket.
So, we did some very quick tests on the metal.
We found chromium and chromium oxide, which explains the retarded corrosion.
Basically, we think it's stainless steel.
Earliest common usage of which was around 1917.
But if it is an ignition key, they weren't invented until 1949.
And that was in America.
So this is '50s, earliest? If it is a car key.
So, we're gonna get this down to a lab in Wapping.
They basically blast it with an x-ray source called a synchrotron, which, amongst many other things, can illuminate traces of tooling obscured by the corrosion.
You mean tooling like a A serial number? That would be kinda cool, wouldn't it? If this key belongs to the victim's car Yeah.
that would be very kinda cool.
I mean, I wouldn't insist you use the title at home.
Maybe bow once in a while, doff your cap occasionally.
You think I'm an idiot, don't you, - for giving a toss? - Whatever floats your boat, Dad.
It makes me smile, Belle.
It's me saying it doesn't matter where I come from, I can get it.
What this lot have.
- If I want it? - Why would you want it? Why would you want any of this? Hang on, you chose this gaff.
It's close to my chambers, it's convenient, I don't aspire to this.
And even if I did, I learned every day at school for 14 years, that it doesn't matter how you speak or how much money you've got, you could never really make the leap.
If you don't want any of this, and you're embarrassed by your roots, by me - Oh Dad.
- No, no, no.
Listen.
I embarrass myself sometimes.
What I'm saying is, you've got a great job, you're making a difference.
You're way smarter than me.
Just, I never really get the sense that you're happy.
That's all we want, your mother and me, we just want you to be happy.
And Ellie turned to her sister, narrowed her eyes and said, "Caro, you are dead, D-E-D, dead.
" Tragically, I was 23 at the time.
So, listen, we just, um, wanted to discuss something about the wedding.
Thirteen weeks and counting.
So, uh, we've been talking, lots about it, you know.
And, um, we wanted to ask you guys how you would feel if actually it wasn't exclusively a church ceremony.
Not exclusively? What do you mean? Well, obviously, as you know, I'm not religious.
Of course.
But the vows are still very important to me.
Good.
And so we were just discussing the possibility of, uh, absolutely still having a church ceremony, but whether we should consider doing the actual marriage, the legal bit, in a register office.
I think we'd just be more comfortable endorsing our vows in a non-religious setting.
And then having a blessing in church, which of course, as per, we'd still love you to preside over.
Good, all right.
Yes.
And, sorry, when you say "we", why would you not want to get married in church, Ellie? Well, for Tom.
And if it were just your decision? Well, I mean, if it were just my decision, of course I'd get married in church.
And you wouldn't do this just to make my daughter happy? Well, I mean, yeah, of course, if If I felt she did want that.
It was just a thought anyway.
Yes, and a very interesting one, certainly.
But, you see, the church is going to look so, so lovely.
More wine? Nice evening, wasn't it? Yup.
Grace? - You all right, love? - I'm fine.
What's the matter? Why should anything be the matter, Robert? You got what you wanted like you always do.
So, how could anything be the matter? No, I got what Ellie wanted.
And how would you know what she wants? I mean, how would you know what any of us really want? I mean, have you ever actually sat down and asked? I'm not sure what this is about.
Oh, it's about drying my hair on 15-year-old towels and not having had a holiday in six years.
Because everything we've ever had, you've given to other people, which is very kind and charitable and everything, but actually I don't ever remember being fucking asked! It's about you getting your way for 40 years.
And it's about me sometimes getting just a tiny bit fed up of it.
I'll sleep in the spare room.
That cool enough? Oh, yeah.
That'll do very nicely.
Thank you.
Actually key ignition didn't come in till '52, which is your backstop date, but You know what? We don't need to worry about it, because this is quite simple to date.
- MS stands for Morton Spyder.
- Right.
The first number's month and year of manufacture, so November 1965.
And the following numbers, I suspect, you'll have to check this with the Morton archive people, I suspect that's simply the number it came off the production line.
So this is, um, 174th in November 1965? Yeah.
Luckily for you there were far fewer cars on the road back then, so you should be able to get the reg with that.
Thank you.
That's great.
Thanks very much.
Oh, you're welcome.
Guv? Just spoke to an old caretaker of the building.
The concrete was ripped up in the late '60s after a burst water main.
And was definitely not re-laid until 1978, which narrows down our burial window to about 10 years.
- Sunny - Oh, don't.
how long you're gonna find that funny.
Several years yet, my friend.
Great.
Ah.
November '65.
Uh.
Here we are! Was a direct sale from the factory.
12th of January 1966, reg 775 UCC to a Stephen J.
White.
Either of those any use? This could be him, Sunny.
Thank you.
You've been incredibly helpful.
We're in luck.
DVLA have Mr White down as the only registered owner.
Shit, he's not here.
Nothing? Nope.
- How far back does it go? - Far enough.
Before the '50s.
If anyone ever reported a Stephen J.
White missing, he'd be here.
OK, so maybe he's not our victim.
But if he's still alive, he might be able to tell us if I don't know, he sold our victim his car without informing DVLA.
Or sold it to the man who sold it to the victim.
If he's still alive, we're in with a shout.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Mrs White.
Good innings? Very good innings.
Uh, to get back to the car, the Spyder, we couldn't find any record of it being sold on after he bought it.
So, did your husband keep it? Did you keep it? Keep it? No, no.
I thought you knew.
It was stolen.
- Stolen? - From right outside our house and never found.
Christmas 1975.
Broke his heart.
Right.
Stolen.
It's like nearly 100 years ago.
What's really changed? Curtis, everything is changed.
And you know why? Because you have education.
Which gives you choices those poor buggers could only dream of.
- Home! - Hi, love! Blimey, you still here, ugly? Actually, he's just off.
He's got some revision to do, haven't you, matey? Come on there, big man, I'll spin you around to your mum's, yeah? Oh, thanks, Mr Wilton.
- Put the kettle on, love.
- Thank you.
- Night, miss.
- Night, love.
Hello? Here we are.
I know you'd never think of it like this, but I reckon he was lucky, your son, having you guys for 15 years.
That was special.
Believe me, not half as lucky as we were, Curtis.
Night, sir.
Night, son.
OK.
So, let's assume then, for now, - it was our victim that stole it.
- Right.
So let's go back to the factory records, we'll get the chassis number, the engine number.
I mean, even if the number plate was changed after it was stolen, we must be able to find it.
Those cars were collectibles even back then.
So we try, um, scrap merchants, classic car dealers, spare parts dealers.
A car like that doesn't just disappear off the face of the earth.
But, uh Why? What use is finding the car now? It was stolen.
It can't identify anyone.
There'll be no traceable link.
I don't know.
But right now we got bugger all else.
Sorry, mate.
775 UCC.
You have it? Uh, no.
We did, according to this, my dad bought it in 1977.
- From? - Um Islington Car Pound.
- A police pound? - Yeah, unclaimed vehicle.
Probably towed it in off the street and nobody claimed.
Fairly common for stolen cars.
Why wouldn't they have just returned it to the owner? Do you know when it was nicked? '75, and the owner was never informed that it was found.
Human error, maybe.
No computers back then, much harder to cross-reference things.
And what happened to it? Er, I kept it for spares till '91, then we sold it to a Steve Bennett.
Total restoration job by that stage.
Got his address here, if you want it? It was one of Dad's retirement projects.
Except he didn't retire for about another 10 years.
And by then, his health was starting to go.
He died a couple of years ago, but he barely made a start on it.
I've been meaning to sell it ever since, but, you know how it goes.
And this is it? This is all that's left? That was restorable.
Mm.
What exactly is it that you're looking for? Well, to be honest, Mr Bennett I'm not really sure.
You're welcome.
- What? - That.
Mr Bennett! Yeah? Could those be from the Spyder? Uh, yeah, might be.
I know my son took a few spares off after Dad died.
You mind if we take a look? Be my guest.
Hang on, what's that? Just a bag.
It was in the boot, wedged underneath the spare.
Don't touch it.
Nothing really in it.
Have you got any gloves? Oh, thanks.
My dad, uh, bought my brother one of those.
Alicante Airport.
'78, must have been.
I was dead jealous of it.
Er, OK.
All right, I'm just gonna Let's have a look at what we got.
A shirt.
A comb.
Some toothpaste.
Oh, wow.
A diary.
- No! - 1976.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Better leave it to the lab.
Mr White's widow says it definitely wasn't his.
So we think it could be our victim's.
OK, first up we need to dry it, and without doing any more damage.
Best option is we freeze it and then stick it in a high vacuum chamber.
But give us a couple of hours and then let's see where we are.
OK.
Yes, I know, 45 years.
If I'd killed her I'd be out by now.
No, it'd be lovely if you could come, Monica.
I'm trying to get hold of as many of the old gang from the office as possible.
I'll call you right back.
Claire? I thought it was the cold.
Hold on, love.
Here, let's have a look.
Oh, it doesn't look too bad.
We'll get some cream on it.
If you pass me that stuff there.
Let's turn this off.
That should do it.
I'm scared, Eric.
No need to be scared, my darling.
I want to be somewhere safe.
I've told you, sweetheart, we're fine here.
No, I want to be looked after.
You will be.
I can look after you.
I want to leave.
No, no, my darling, we're not leaving.
We can't leave.
Hey, yo, Curtis! Hey, come here, man.
Hey, Curtis, where you goin', man? Yo, Curtis! What, you couldn't hear me, bruv? Curtis! All set? Got you this.
- I've got pens.
- Nice to have new ones, isn't it? Not every day you sit your GCSEs.
Oi, Curtis! We'll be late.
Dad, all I'm saying is that you know what the Yanks are like.
They shoot their wads for a title.
But we just want you on the letterhead.
That's all I'm asking, and then I really think it could push it over the line.
Never asked me old man for a brass farthing.
Wouldn't have dared.
I don't want your money, Dad.
No, you want my name.
Send the paperwork to the office.
I'll get my CFO to look at it.
Shirl, it's on.
is approaching a national treasure status.
The appointment of Sir Phillip Cross is deemed to be a smart move by the government.
As I say, I'm sure it is just an arithmetic issue.
So you came all the way down here to tell me my maths is shit? I could've saved you the bother, Geoff.
I could've sent you my O-level certificate.
By my reckoning, we seem to be about £2,000 out over the last three years.
As you say, I'm sure it is just an accounting error, but if you could look at it ASAP, I'd appreciate it.
I'll get Grace on to it first thing.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a 6:00 service to prepare.
Thanks for your time, Robert.
Are they all like this? All.
So then we scanned them with infrared.
Still unreadable.
So then we tried them with luminescence.
Oh, wow.
I always like this bit.
How do you do that? Oh, certain materials have the ability to change incident visible wavelengths into longer invisible reflected ones if you shine a luminescent infrared light at them.
Ink is one of them.
I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, but I've slightly fallen in love with you.
OK, go back to the fly page, please.
"Happy Christmas, Jimmy, with much love, Jo Jo.
"James Niall Sullivan.
"Address.
"Wherever I lay my hat.
" The last entry's July 12th, though there's not actually a lot on the day-to-day pages before that, but we thought you might like this.
Names and phone numbers.
"Brian Kent, "Mrs Stevens, Paul Hall, GP, "Beth, "Sean Collins, Clive Crowther, "Father Rob, "Trotsky, "Mackie, "Mr Slater, Paul Fleet, "Frankie C.
, "Kev Flemming, Shrimp, "Rita Monroe.
" Guv.
Hello, Jimmy.
Let's get you home, shall we?
Smell all right to me.
What've you got on today? Oh, you know, busy, busy.
Losing your touch here, love.
I had to take a work call.
I'll still wipe the floor with you any day, mate.
I'll finish it for you.
See you later, old man.
OK, will do.
I'll get onto it right away.
- Very good.
- Mmm-hmm.
Morning.
Guv.
Late one? Oh, yeah, all-nighter at Whisky Miss.
It's Mist, I think you'll find, Mr Coolio.
Whevs.
- You're a woman, aren't you? - Apparently.
What is it with girls and crying for absolutely no reason? - Which one? - Gemma, till 1:00 in the bloody morning.
I cried last week with my dad.
- Why? - Don't know, really.
Just felt like it.
What did he do? Gave me a hug.
And that made you feel better? Uh Not really, no.
DCI Cass Stuart.
Sean Rawlins.
How you doing? Good, thanks.
Who found it? Some builders looking for the mains supply.
Male, I think.
And the bones are in pretty good nick, so young.
A young adult.
What was the building that was here? Well, according to a neighbour I spoke to, it had quite a few incarnations over the years.
A private house, a British Rail records office, hostel, DHSS.
So, this is either a very shallow grave, or if the body was put here before the cellar was built, it's a very deep one.
Except we don't know what the ground level was when he was buried.
But your gut feeling? Are we talking Richard III, or, you know, five years ago? Could be talking 5,000 years.
Seriously? Bones can survive incredibly well in certain types of soil.
But we do know he died very young.
By modern standards.
Any sign of trauma anywhere? Not from what I can see so far.
OK.
I'm gonna need to excavate this whole site, obviously.
See if there's anything else under here.
Just make sure, please, that people are aware until we know different, we treat this as a crime scene.
Let's try and find out how he died.
Whoever he was, I think we owe him that at the very least.
You're gonna have to give me a better price than that, big man.
I'm ordering four crates! I'll call you back.
Thieving bastards.
Eric! Oh, sorry, sweetheart! Grandpa's got a filthy mouth, hasn't he? - You're haggling over £50, Dad.
- Yeah, £50 is £50, mate.
£50 is what we were short of when we bought this place.
Our friend Terry Miller lent it us in the end.
If he hadn't have He brought the cash round in pound notes as I remember.
Yeah, God, yeah Forgotten that.
All right, Liv, let's see if we can find some choccie biccies.
Yeah.
Anyone want another cuppa? Grandpa would! See? You know, long term memory's the last to go, Dad.
Ask her what she had for breakfast, or if she's had her statins today, or her Omeprazole.
We'll cope.
But you're already not coping.
I'm not being funny, but when was the last time you cleaned the lavs, Dad? - Les.
- Well, I'm sorry, but they smell a bit.
And if I'm bringing Liv here We're not going into sheltered housing, Leslie! Now leave it.
Are Ron Bartlett and his wife coming to the party? It must be nearly their sapphire as well.
Ron died a couple of years ago, Mum.
Do you remember? Come on, boys! Come on! - Come on.
Focus! Determination! - Come on, sprint! OK, and Lovely.
Yeah, blue team on this side, red on that.
Brandon, get back out there now.
- I'm having an asthma attack.
- You're not having anything.
It's just your heart pumping oxygen around your body, as opposed to skunk fumes.
I'm dyin', I'm telling you! Brandon! Come on, man, we need you up front.
I'm not good, fam.
You just gotta catch your wind.
It's only ten minutes each way.
Come on, man.
We need you.
You're our only striker.
- Lf I croak, Curtis, I'm telling you! - Whatever.
Oh, here he comes! Here he comes! A round of applause for our star striker, Brandon.
Right? Sir Phillip, I'm so sorry.
The vote went on forever.
How are you? Very good to see you.
I'm good.
How are you? - Glass of fizz? - Oh, God, yes.
Long day, thank you.
- So did the P.
M.
Ring you? - Ah No.
Why? Did he say he would? Well, he said he'd try, which I suppose is not always the same thing.
Right.
Basically, he just wanted to say that he's talked it through with the chancellor.
And to be honest, we all think it's a superb idea.
Bottom line, we would really love to have you on board.
Well, that's I genuinely think it's a good move for us all, Liam.
And how does Lord Cross of Frognal sound? You know that's not why I'm doing this.
Oh, you'll earn it, trust me.
To our new entrepreneur czar.
Congratulations.
- Geoff.
- Robert, hi.
Just ringing to check you got my email.
I did, yes.
Um, I was going to respond tonight, Geoff.
Um, I've got a manic day.
I know it's tedious, but it would just help me sell your case a bit to the diocese.
Oh, yeah, absolutely.
I'm not quite sure how the accounts are gonna do that, Geoff.
I mean, how do you quantify the cost of buying a group of very lost women some hope? - Well, I agree - But, yes, OK, I will get it to you as soon as ASAP, Geoff.
- I mean, if it were down to me, I - Oh, hello? You're breaking up there.
Sorry.
I've lost you.
Morning.
- Hi.
- All right.
Cheers.
DCI Stuart.
- It's Sean Rawlins.
- Sean, hi.
What's happening? There's something you should see.
As you can see, it's about an inch wide and it's caused by some sort of blunt force trauma.
It couldn't have been from the drill? I'd expect the bone at the point of fracture to be lighter.
Wouldn't have had time to be discoloured by the soil.
So you think this could have been the cause of death? This is a very significant injury.
Would've caused massive blood loss, profound brain damage, and yes, in all likelihood, I think it would have caused death.
Hmm.
How's business, Les? Get in the van, Livvy, please.
You really think this is about me trying to get my hands on the house? Just leave them be, Les.
They're happy here.
Are they? How would you know? I'm the one who's round here every week whilst you ponce off back to London.
It's about keeping them safe, Matt.
Nothing more.
- Good morning, ladies.
- Good morning.
Oh, hi, Bob.
Wasn't expecting you in today.
Uh, not stopping.
Just wanted to pick up some bumph for an AGM.
- How are they doing in there? - Oh, good.
Nine's our best turnout for a couple of months.
Oh, that's brilliant.
Well done, you.
Did your daughter get a hold of you? Oh, I switched my mobile off.
Bishop's on the warpath again.
Said it wasn't urgent.
Just wedding stuff.
Oh, well, if it's wedding stuff, then it's never not urgent.
I'll call her.
Here.
Buy them some nice biccies.
Always good for flagging spirits.
See ya.
Did you tell the kids? Spoke to Joshy.
He was dead chuffed.
Can't get a hold of Bella, she's probably still in court.
Well, we'll have to celebrate tonight.
I'm making your favourite.
What time do you wanna eat? Got the Cameron thing early doors and then he wants to meet me.
- So 8.
30? - Perfect.
Can we have it with peas? Of course.
- Love you, sweetheart.
- Love you, too.
Hi, Belby, it's me again.
Can you give us a ring when you're free? I got some good news.
Your old man's going up in the world.
DS Khan? Sorry, I'm being stupid.
These These are the plans for 27 Arlingham Place? No, these are the plans for the original.
They built hundreds of buildings to this design, but all of them to exactly the same spec.
Right, got it.
So And this details the depth of the footings, but more importantly, it tells the builder that each cellar would have a three inch concrete and screed floor laid as standard.
Right.
- Can you date concrete? - No.
I just googled.
Because in truth, all this tells us is that it had a concrete floor when it was built in Uh 1886.
We have no way of knowing if it's the same floor the builders broke up.
Do you really think that someone dug up the original floor, stuck a body under it, and then re-laid a new one? Well, it's good enough for Fred West.
Except we haven't found anything else.
And disposing of a body is all about ease, Guv.
Yeah, I do know that, Sunny.
I think he was probably already there when the building went up.
And if he was, then I'm not entirely sure what we'd be doing investigating a suspicious death from at least 130 years ago.
- Sir? - Oh, cheers.
Oh, and, uh, thanks for getting Brandon back on side, yeah? Oh, no worries.
Yeah, yeah.
Seen it all before, Joseph.
Bigger and better an' all.
Haven't I, sweetheart? - Curtis.
- All right, miss.
I meant to give you this earlier.
Of Mice and Men.
You seen it? - No.
- When's the exam? - 24th.
- Might be worth a squint, I dunno.
Always easier to remember quotes from a film than a book somehow.
What? My mum sold the DVD player.
Right.
She using again, then? Well, how about you watch it round ours? I'm in Thursday.
Serious? Get to spend the evening with John Malkovich.
What's not to like? I'd like that.
Good.
6:30 then.
Play your cards right, might even get a pizza in.
Thanks, miss.
Soft as a pudding, you are.
I'll put this in the car.
So, you think he was wrong? No, 'cause the logic suggests he's right.
So, what's your cut-off point? No statute of limitations on murder.
So, I mean, suppose you do date it, I don't know, um, somewhere in the '30s.
Are you seriously gonna use your ever dwindling resources to investigate a crime 80 years old? It was still somebody's son, though, isn't it? Might even have his own kids, who might still be alive if it was the '30s.
I never knew my father.
I got over it 68 years ago.
I don't know.
Is a crime less serious because time's passed? Is a wrong less wrong because it was done 50 years ago? Or 60? Or 70? I think if people are still alive who are affected by it, or even if they remember people that were affected, I think that society has a responsibility to take it seriously.
No matter how far back, no matter how old they are.
I don't know.
Feels like history to me.
Ancient history.
Tea? Hang on.
It's going this way.
It looks like a key.
Tell me if I'm wrong, but, um, this looks like a car key.
We think so too.
And how, um, sure are we it belongs to the body? Well, where it was found, a few inches below the top of the femur, it's consistent with the key having been in a trouser pocket.
So, we did some very quick tests on the metal.
We found chromium and chromium oxide, which explains the retarded corrosion.
Basically, we think it's stainless steel.
Earliest common usage of which was around 1917.
But if it is an ignition key, they weren't invented until 1949.
And that was in America.
So this is '50s, earliest? If it is a car key.
So, we're gonna get this down to a lab in Wapping.
They basically blast it with an x-ray source called a synchrotron, which, amongst many other things, can illuminate traces of tooling obscured by the corrosion.
You mean tooling like a A serial number? That would be kinda cool, wouldn't it? If this key belongs to the victim's car Yeah.
that would be very kinda cool.
I mean, I wouldn't insist you use the title at home.
Maybe bow once in a while, doff your cap occasionally.
You think I'm an idiot, don't you, - for giving a toss? - Whatever floats your boat, Dad.
It makes me smile, Belle.
It's me saying it doesn't matter where I come from, I can get it.
What this lot have.
- If I want it? - Why would you want it? Why would you want any of this? Hang on, you chose this gaff.
It's close to my chambers, it's convenient, I don't aspire to this.
And even if I did, I learned every day at school for 14 years, that it doesn't matter how you speak or how much money you've got, you could never really make the leap.
If you don't want any of this, and you're embarrassed by your roots, by me - Oh Dad.
- No, no, no.
Listen.
I embarrass myself sometimes.
What I'm saying is, you've got a great job, you're making a difference.
You're way smarter than me.
Just, I never really get the sense that you're happy.
That's all we want, your mother and me, we just want you to be happy.
And Ellie turned to her sister, narrowed her eyes and said, "Caro, you are dead, D-E-D, dead.
" Tragically, I was 23 at the time.
So, listen, we just, um, wanted to discuss something about the wedding.
Thirteen weeks and counting.
So, uh, we've been talking, lots about it, you know.
And, um, we wanted to ask you guys how you would feel if actually it wasn't exclusively a church ceremony.
Not exclusively? What do you mean? Well, obviously, as you know, I'm not religious.
Of course.
But the vows are still very important to me.
Good.
And so we were just discussing the possibility of, uh, absolutely still having a church ceremony, but whether we should consider doing the actual marriage, the legal bit, in a register office.
I think we'd just be more comfortable endorsing our vows in a non-religious setting.
And then having a blessing in church, which of course, as per, we'd still love you to preside over.
Good, all right.
Yes.
And, sorry, when you say "we", why would you not want to get married in church, Ellie? Well, for Tom.
And if it were just your decision? Well, I mean, if it were just my decision, of course I'd get married in church.
And you wouldn't do this just to make my daughter happy? Well, I mean, yeah, of course, if If I felt she did want that.
It was just a thought anyway.
Yes, and a very interesting one, certainly.
But, you see, the church is going to look so, so lovely.
More wine? Nice evening, wasn't it? Yup.
Grace? - You all right, love? - I'm fine.
What's the matter? Why should anything be the matter, Robert? You got what you wanted like you always do.
So, how could anything be the matter? No, I got what Ellie wanted.
And how would you know what she wants? I mean, how would you know what any of us really want? I mean, have you ever actually sat down and asked? I'm not sure what this is about.
Oh, it's about drying my hair on 15-year-old towels and not having had a holiday in six years.
Because everything we've ever had, you've given to other people, which is very kind and charitable and everything, but actually I don't ever remember being fucking asked! It's about you getting your way for 40 years.
And it's about me sometimes getting just a tiny bit fed up of it.
I'll sleep in the spare room.
That cool enough? Oh, yeah.
That'll do very nicely.
Thank you.
Actually key ignition didn't come in till '52, which is your backstop date, but You know what? We don't need to worry about it, because this is quite simple to date.
- MS stands for Morton Spyder.
- Right.
The first number's month and year of manufacture, so November 1965.
And the following numbers, I suspect, you'll have to check this with the Morton archive people, I suspect that's simply the number it came off the production line.
So this is, um, 174th in November 1965? Yeah.
Luckily for you there were far fewer cars on the road back then, so you should be able to get the reg with that.
Thank you.
That's great.
Thanks very much.
Oh, you're welcome.
Guv? Just spoke to an old caretaker of the building.
The concrete was ripped up in the late '60s after a burst water main.
And was definitely not re-laid until 1978, which narrows down our burial window to about 10 years.
- Sunny - Oh, don't.
how long you're gonna find that funny.
Several years yet, my friend.
Great.
Ah.
November '65.
Uh.
Here we are! Was a direct sale from the factory.
12th of January 1966, reg 775 UCC to a Stephen J.
White.
Either of those any use? This could be him, Sunny.
Thank you.
You've been incredibly helpful.
We're in luck.
DVLA have Mr White down as the only registered owner.
Shit, he's not here.
Nothing? Nope.
- How far back does it go? - Far enough.
Before the '50s.
If anyone ever reported a Stephen J.
White missing, he'd be here.
OK, so maybe he's not our victim.
But if he's still alive, he might be able to tell us if I don't know, he sold our victim his car without informing DVLA.
Or sold it to the man who sold it to the victim.
If he's still alive, we're in with a shout.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Mrs White.
Good innings? Very good innings.
Uh, to get back to the car, the Spyder, we couldn't find any record of it being sold on after he bought it.
So, did your husband keep it? Did you keep it? Keep it? No, no.
I thought you knew.
It was stolen.
- Stolen? - From right outside our house and never found.
Christmas 1975.
Broke his heart.
Right.
Stolen.
It's like nearly 100 years ago.
What's really changed? Curtis, everything is changed.
And you know why? Because you have education.
Which gives you choices those poor buggers could only dream of.
- Home! - Hi, love! Blimey, you still here, ugly? Actually, he's just off.
He's got some revision to do, haven't you, matey? Come on there, big man, I'll spin you around to your mum's, yeah? Oh, thanks, Mr Wilton.
- Put the kettle on, love.
- Thank you.
- Night, miss.
- Night, love.
Hello? Here we are.
I know you'd never think of it like this, but I reckon he was lucky, your son, having you guys for 15 years.
That was special.
Believe me, not half as lucky as we were, Curtis.
Night, sir.
Night, son.
OK.
So, let's assume then, for now, - it was our victim that stole it.
- Right.
So let's go back to the factory records, we'll get the chassis number, the engine number.
I mean, even if the number plate was changed after it was stolen, we must be able to find it.
Those cars were collectibles even back then.
So we try, um, scrap merchants, classic car dealers, spare parts dealers.
A car like that doesn't just disappear off the face of the earth.
But, uh Why? What use is finding the car now? It was stolen.
It can't identify anyone.
There'll be no traceable link.
I don't know.
But right now we got bugger all else.
Sorry, mate.
775 UCC.
You have it? Uh, no.
We did, according to this, my dad bought it in 1977.
- From? - Um Islington Car Pound.
- A police pound? - Yeah, unclaimed vehicle.
Probably towed it in off the street and nobody claimed.
Fairly common for stolen cars.
Why wouldn't they have just returned it to the owner? Do you know when it was nicked? '75, and the owner was never informed that it was found.
Human error, maybe.
No computers back then, much harder to cross-reference things.
And what happened to it? Er, I kept it for spares till '91, then we sold it to a Steve Bennett.
Total restoration job by that stage.
Got his address here, if you want it? It was one of Dad's retirement projects.
Except he didn't retire for about another 10 years.
And by then, his health was starting to go.
He died a couple of years ago, but he barely made a start on it.
I've been meaning to sell it ever since, but, you know how it goes.
And this is it? This is all that's left? That was restorable.
Mm.
What exactly is it that you're looking for? Well, to be honest, Mr Bennett I'm not really sure.
You're welcome.
- What? - That.
Mr Bennett! Yeah? Could those be from the Spyder? Uh, yeah, might be.
I know my son took a few spares off after Dad died.
You mind if we take a look? Be my guest.
Hang on, what's that? Just a bag.
It was in the boot, wedged underneath the spare.
Don't touch it.
Nothing really in it.
Have you got any gloves? Oh, thanks.
My dad, uh, bought my brother one of those.
Alicante Airport.
'78, must have been.
I was dead jealous of it.
Er, OK.
All right, I'm just gonna Let's have a look at what we got.
A shirt.
A comb.
Some toothpaste.
Oh, wow.
A diary.
- No! - 1976.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Better leave it to the lab.
Mr White's widow says it definitely wasn't his.
So we think it could be our victim's.
OK, first up we need to dry it, and without doing any more damage.
Best option is we freeze it and then stick it in a high vacuum chamber.
But give us a couple of hours and then let's see where we are.
OK.
Yes, I know, 45 years.
If I'd killed her I'd be out by now.
No, it'd be lovely if you could come, Monica.
I'm trying to get hold of as many of the old gang from the office as possible.
I'll call you right back.
Claire? I thought it was the cold.
Hold on, love.
Here, let's have a look.
Oh, it doesn't look too bad.
We'll get some cream on it.
If you pass me that stuff there.
Let's turn this off.
That should do it.
I'm scared, Eric.
No need to be scared, my darling.
I want to be somewhere safe.
I've told you, sweetheart, we're fine here.
No, I want to be looked after.
You will be.
I can look after you.
I want to leave.
No, no, my darling, we're not leaving.
We can't leave.
Hey, yo, Curtis! Hey, come here, man.
Hey, Curtis, where you goin', man? Yo, Curtis! What, you couldn't hear me, bruv? Curtis! All set? Got you this.
- I've got pens.
- Nice to have new ones, isn't it? Not every day you sit your GCSEs.
Oi, Curtis! We'll be late.
Dad, all I'm saying is that you know what the Yanks are like.
They shoot their wads for a title.
But we just want you on the letterhead.
That's all I'm asking, and then I really think it could push it over the line.
Never asked me old man for a brass farthing.
Wouldn't have dared.
I don't want your money, Dad.
No, you want my name.
Send the paperwork to the office.
I'll get my CFO to look at it.
Shirl, it's on.
is approaching a national treasure status.
The appointment of Sir Phillip Cross is deemed to be a smart move by the government.
As I say, I'm sure it is just an arithmetic issue.
So you came all the way down here to tell me my maths is shit? I could've saved you the bother, Geoff.
I could've sent you my O-level certificate.
By my reckoning, we seem to be about £2,000 out over the last three years.
As you say, I'm sure it is just an accounting error, but if you could look at it ASAP, I'd appreciate it.
I'll get Grace on to it first thing.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a 6:00 service to prepare.
Thanks for your time, Robert.
Are they all like this? All.
So then we scanned them with infrared.
Still unreadable.
So then we tried them with luminescence.
Oh, wow.
I always like this bit.
How do you do that? Oh, certain materials have the ability to change incident visible wavelengths into longer invisible reflected ones if you shine a luminescent infrared light at them.
Ink is one of them.
I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, but I've slightly fallen in love with you.
OK, go back to the fly page, please.
"Happy Christmas, Jimmy, with much love, Jo Jo.
"James Niall Sullivan.
"Address.
"Wherever I lay my hat.
" The last entry's July 12th, though there's not actually a lot on the day-to-day pages before that, but we thought you might like this.
Names and phone numbers.
"Brian Kent, "Mrs Stevens, Paul Hall, GP, "Beth, "Sean Collins, Clive Crowther, "Father Rob, "Trotsky, "Mackie, "Mr Slater, Paul Fleet, "Frankie C.
, "Kev Flemming, Shrimp, "Rita Monroe.
" Guv.
Hello, Jimmy.
Let's get you home, shall we?