This is a box.
A magical box, playing a magical tune.
But inside this box, there lies a surprise.
You know who's in it today?
It's Sam Tyler.
Hello, Sam.
How are you today?
Oh, dear. Not very happy.
Is it Gene Hunt?
Is kicking in a nonce?
-Tyler. -Boss?
Are you still on that sickie?
Chris.
I'm fine, I just need another day.
It's just that we could do with a bit of hand here.
Chris?
What the bloody hell are you doing there?
I'm working, boss.
We've got a bit of a situation.
It's nothing too serious, but...
It could end up with a couple of deaths.
So can you hurry?
Due to a hospital error,
Sam Tyler has been given an overdose of medication
which has place him in extreme clinical danger.
I did what you told!
I've waited and I've waited.
You don't know what I'm going through!
Just calm down, Mr Lamb. Simon.
Sam, he just went mad.
-We're doing all we can. -Release Graham Bathurst!
Release him or they'll be dead!
You failed them!
Hey, come on, Mr Lamb.
I always there is a time to take off the noose
and put on the kettle.
We were hoping that you could be the voice of reason...
I came out of a musical box.
...be a stabilizing influence.
They screwed up my medication, Annie. I'm speeding.
I've OD'd.
For God's sake, Sam, there's been a kidnapping.
We've got two people missing, their lives are in danger.
We've got no solid leads, and we're running out of time.
And I'm seeing things.
You're always seeing things.
Oh, you made it, then? About bloody time.
Listen, you.
I can just about handle you driving like a pissed up crackhead
and treating women like beanbags,
but I'm gonna say this once and once only, Gene.
Stay out of Camberwick Green!
My name is Sam Tyler.
I had an accident and I woke up in 1973.
Am I mad? In a coma? Or back in time?
Whatever's happened, it's like I've landed on a different planet.
Now maybe if I can work out a reason, I can get home.
Series Two Episode Five
There you go, Mr Lamb.
If you're really serious about topping yourself, try one of our meat pies.
You're meant to be the experts.
Sometimes the experts let you down.
Me family, me wife and me daughter, they've been taken.
And Graham Bathurst, you have to free him from prison,
or Bee and Stella die this afternoon at 4:30.
Don't give up on them.
Find me family.
"The police must put right their mistake."
"Graham Bathurst did not kill Charley Witham."
"Release him from jail by tomorrow or Lamb's wife and daughter will die."
-Guv, talk to me. -Blimey, you're burning up.
I don't know whether I talk to you or fry my breakfast on you.
Bathurst was an old case a year ago. A teenage girl was murdered.
Are these the old case files? Chris?
Guv?
Charley Witham case files, why didn't you tell me
they come up from the collator's office?
I didn't know.
Case files?
More like a safari park for dust mites.
Don't come in with us. We've been up all night.
We're eating out of cartons.
Ray, that's your life!
I haven't been in a pub for thirty-six hours.
Shit.
I don't know what you were doing at the crack of dawn,
but I know where I was, alright?
Tyler, my office!
Okay. Just...
-Sorry, it's mine. -What?
Go on, take a peak. It's Bond Girls: Ursula, Honor...
Couple of axes to Jane Seymour.
Boss?
Enough!
Sorry. Here.
That note was left in the phone box where Bee and Stella Lamb were taken.
Stencilled over in carbon paper, makes it doubly hard to trace.
So, who's Charley Witham and who's Graham Bathurst?
Charley Witham was a beautiful fourteen-year-old.
She was attacked and murdered in cold blood one year ago.
Her boyfriend, Graham Bathurst, confessed.
He's evil. And now he's in prison.
Being evil.
I need more details, guv. What's the connection to Simon Lamb?
Simon Lamb coached an athletics team Charley was in.
So, did he finger Bathurst for the killing?
No, didn't know him.
This isn't a grudge crime.
-Well, someone thinks he's innocent. -Don't start.
I've come at this from more angles than Linda Lovelace.
He's not innocent, he confessed. Worst, he gloated about it.
Well, obviously, someone wants him out.
How about Graham's family?
Oh, quick thinking, Van der Valk.
While you've been laid up with your Vicks Sinex,
I've been leading a kidnap inquiry.
You didn't see us yesterday.
Graham Bathurst!
From the moment Simon Lamb walked into the station,
I knew we had our work cut out.
Right now!
Righty-ho, sir. Anyone else?
Ronny Kray? The Hillbury Road axeman?
Release Graham Bathurst or they're gonna die!
Get your DCI.
-Now, just hold on. -Get him!
And as if by magic,
DCI appeared.
They'd been shopping.
Stella, me daughter, she called for a lift.
And then I heard them, they started screaming and shouting down the line.
Bee tried to stop him...
Him?
Well, then, I don't know.
I could hear them struggling and crying out...
There was nothing I could do.
I just wanted the screaming to stop.
Hey, Mr Lamb. We'll find 'em.
We need to get statements from everyone in the area.
Oh, no.
Don't let him see it, get it posted.
I am not taking another father see his dead child, Ray. Let's move it.
We went straight to Graham Bathurst's family.
They haven't stopped bleeding for his release for the last 12 months.
...bastard coppers!
As you can imagine, they were cock-a-hoop to see us
and invite us in for crumpets and jam.
You lied about my Graham!
Everything you told the court was lies!
You've got not shame!
He confessed, Mrs Bathurst.
So with respect, shoot your bloody bun chute!
Chris, what're you writing down?
-Statement. -Alright, add this.
Your son, Mrs Bathurst, is a cold-hearted killer.
And if there's the hell, he's going there to be poked up the arse
with sharp fiery sticks forever and ever amen!
There's an "e" in "fiery", isn't it?
Blimey, here comes the heavy mob. Sound a retreat.
The Bathurst family consists of one drunken mammy
and an old bat with a stoop.
Don't see them much like a ruthless gang of kidnappers to me.
Worst bit was having to go back to see Charley Witham's parents.
On your own you could still see the grief in their eyes.
No disrespect, Mr Hunt,
but I'd hoped that our paths would never have to cross again.
Sorry for showing me ugly mug around here, Don, but...
A ransom note demands the release of Graham Bathurst.
So who would want that?
Someone connected to the case, obsessed with it.
Anyone seen hanging around here?
I haven't seen anyone.
You're not going to release him?
No.
If someone out there thinks Bathurst is innocent,
does that mean you're not sure that he did it?
Graham Bathurst killed your daughter, Don.
I'm more sure of that than me own name.
Maybe Bathurst worked this up from the inside.
D'you know what? Hadn't thought of that at all.
We've been to see him.
Chris even made a tape, he knows how much you like 'em.
Just answer the bloody question, Bathurst.
Leave me out of it.
All I know or care about is that I'm where I belong. Got that?
This is where I belong!
So why would someone target Simon Lamb's family?
Okay.
The last time you saw Charley Widham, the night she died.
I was cleaning down the gym gear, she was living.
She left with her boyfriend, Graham Bathurst.
I didn't see him, but apparently he collected her.
Twenty minutes later, she was dead.
Yes, I thought about that a lot.
How something that terrible can happen and no one sees a thing.
So you said.
So you didn't give the police Graham's name?
No, I didn't know anything about Charley's family and friends.
She was a girl who came to the club.
There has to be a reason why...
You should be out there looking for them!
-Simon, calm down. -She was just a kid in my class!
Talking about mascara and Donny Osmond, like they do.
And then she was dead, and I cried over her, okay?
And now I'm crying over my own daughter and my wife.
They're not dead.
Whatever these people want, I can't help them.
I don't know anything about Bathurst.
All I do know is that I could hear my wife and daughter
screaming for help down that phone line.
And I was helpless!
I just wanted it to stop.
I will move heaven and earth to find them.
Are you alright?
Tired.
Me too.
I haven't slept for 24 hours.
Stupid.
-It's not stupid. -Pardon me?
Forget it. It's...
It's something in my system.
You haven't been hanging around with those hippies
we nicked the other night, have you?
No, this is something they have messed up on.
Come on.
Annie, sort all these 1972 reports from the Witham case.
I want the old statements in chronological order.
I want scene of crime files separated from the statements
and the eye-witness reports.
And while you're at it, take a letter Miss Jones.
Okay, well. Which one of them lot d'you wanna do this?
Larry, Curly or Moe?
I'll get cracking.
Remember, God is in the detail.
Scotland Yard has sent me up some sort of cryptomaniac
to look for hidden clues in the ransom note.
-Cryptographer. -Whatever.
They phoned ten minutes ago, they can't spare anybody.
Are any of you lot actually communicating?
You know, it's good to talk.
Deadline's today.
They said 4:30 on the phone, but for all we know,
they could be dead already.
They're not dead. They would've contacted us.
Listen, there is still time.
I've got a plan.
I'm taking an overview of the situation.
You're all operating on your own island,
you need someone to step back.
An overview?
Wow, that does sound dynamic!
What next, an audit?
You've become inert.
I'm not a nert!
What is a nert?
It's like a nonce.
You're tired.
You're making mistakes. You're missing the details.
I've been out of the loop for about 3 days
largely because someone messed up on the details.
Maybe I can give you the objectivity you need.
We need deep background on this kidnap inquiry.
That means WDC Cartwright going through all the old case notes,
and it means me interviewing you lot about Charley Witham.
Or you could just have another pint of coffee
and we'll wait for the bodies to float down the canal.
Well, this is nice.
It's like get us some Baked Roll tarts.
Tell me about Charley Witham.
I'll tell you about her.
She's what every copper dreads.
A dead child.
Parents looking to you for answers.
Last year,
I stood in their home knowing I was their only hope of getting some justice
We wanted you to see her as we saw her, Chief Inspector.
With everything ahead of her.
Our perfect ten.
Our Charley.
I had the job of showing 'em...
what their lovely perfect ten...
had become.
We think she knew her killer.
Leaves were cleared away, like they were making space.
A rag was stuffed into her mouth.
He probably didn't mean to kill her.
He probably wanted to keep her quiet.
He smothered her face, panicked,
and ran away.
So... She suffocated.
Twenty feet from the road,
from people walking their dogs,
cars...
Leave no stone unturned, Mr Hunt.
I knew I needed a quick result.
I want everyone in that little girl's life questioned.
Family, school pals, teachers.
Have you seen this?
Her old sports coach, Simon Lamb, he trained for internationals.
-I wonder if he knows David Henry? -I like the Olympics, me.
We've got a good line up this year.
I reckon the Munich Games will be one for the history books.
Are you done or should I pull up a chair?
We're gonna find this bastard for the parents. Right?
-Yes, guv. -Right, move it!
Am I boring you?
Thinking.
Anyway.
We found out she was seeing this Graham Bathurst.
Turns out the bloke had previous.
We decided to adopt a confident approach.
Graham Bathurst?
Put the tool down, Graham.
Caught you!
-Nowhere to go, Graham. -Get away from her!
Don't come any closer, I'm warning you.
We know you're upset about Charley.
I wasn't there, you bastards, I was home asleep!
Anyone else see you?
Thought no.
Why don't you help us, Graham?
I'm gonna hurt her!
I'll end her bloody life!
You're nicked!
Sir?
Graham's mum asked that a member of the Women's Department
be present during the interview.
You got a baby-sitter, son.
Do let her know if you need burping.
I might even need breast-feeding.
It's not nice, is it?
Flat on your back with some sweaty great bastard over you.
Get up.
You collected Charley from the sports club 20 minutes before she died.
She was a girl in bunches.
She wanted lollipops with her mates after school.
She was a child.
Look.
That night, I missed meeting her,
because I was asleep at home.
Oh, right! Why didn't you say? You're free to go.
You walked her home that night.
And you decided you were gonna have her.
I tried it on a few times.
We were only three years apart.
Who could blame me?
Ripe as a sour apple, that one.
All that exercise.
Best bit of skirt in town.
You've got convictions dating back to your twelfth birthday.
Theft and fencing, and I don't mean the sort that Steed does in The Avengers.
Just last year, you were done for assault and battering in a pub.
-I was only cautioned! -You walked her home that night.
And you decided that you were gonna have her.
Only she got frightened and you got angry.
She died within spitting distance of the street. But hey!
At least you got to have the best bit of skirt in town.
From those hairy bleeders in the lab.
This is the rag used to gag her.
It's got traces of oil.
So?
So, Graham Bathurst likes to work on bike engines.
We've got oil on the rag.
Bloody nora, you stink.
Rough as a badger's back passage.
Didn't let us wash.
Your nails are filthy.
Juries don't like filthy dirty hands on Bibles.
They don't like suspects with previous.
Jury's not supposed to know about that.
Things slip out.
We've got motive, evidence.
You plead guilty to manslaughter,
you're looking at a twelve stretch.
Twelve years?
You'll be out in ten.
But if you challenge me...
I'll push the premeditated murder and that's life.
Forty years.
Mummy told you not to take things from strange men?
Well I'm not a stranger, Graham.
I'm the best friend you've got.
Twelve, ten, five...
Numbers, all numbers, I can't think!
The only number you need to think about...
is the perfect ten.
It's a good value for a young girl's life.
Comes to that moment, Sam,
the confession.
It's not what is said.
It's a moment in their eyes.
You've locked all the doors, shut out all the windows,
plunged them into darkness.
Then...
And only then, do you offer them a chink of light.
I can help you, son.
Graham Bathurst told us everything.
The scumbag got twenty years.
I hope he's sharing a cell with a nice big smiley bloke called Honeysuckle.
Tragic, innit?
Young lass meets her first boyfriend,
turns out to be a first-class murdering bastard.
I won't let a fourteen-year-old of mine go gallivanting with a lad of that age.
No wonder she kept it a secret.
Secret?
She never even told her mum and dad.
Who gave you his name, then?
Can't remember. Chris?
Dunno, not without looking at the files.
Is this is your statement report?
WE'RE TRYING TO BLOCK THE EFFECTS SAM!!!
Yeah, it's got my signature.
You got your information about Graham Bathurst
from something called "4B".
What's that, a class?
Oh, yeah, it's one of Charley's schoolmates I spoke to.
She was the one that told us Bathurst collected Charley
from the sports club the night that she died.
Which schoolmate, Chris?
Boss, I'm sorry but my mind is a blank!
Just relax.
We'll take a run up. Just talk us through that day from the beginning.
From the beginning. Will come.
Right, you lot!
So, we dragged Charley's schoolmates into CID.
We'll give you all some squash,
and then the nice detective will chat to you each in turn.
-Aye, yeah. -Hello.
Alright, settle down.
-Hey, nice detective. -Hello.
Did Charley have any mates?
Outside of school? Anyone that she...
Anyone she was seeing or who was hassling her or...
You got a girlfriend?
No, that's none of your business.
-You've got a go? -'Course not.
-What's that in your pocket, then? -What?
No, that's my juicy fruit.
Alright now, that's enough!
She swore it was a secret.
What was a secret?
I'm breaking out into a sweat just thinking about it.
All of them clustered around, luring at me.
God, I hate teenage girls. Give me an armed blagger any day of the week.
Chris, the details are really important.
Now, someone was about to tell you a secret.
Who was it?
It was meant to be her secret.
'Cause he was three years older than she was.
Who?
Graham Bathurst.
Stella Lamb gave you Graham Bathurst's name?
I just couldn't remember. I was flustered.
I couldn't... Sorry, boss.
What's going on here then? A kiss and a cuddle?
Stella was the first one to point the finger at Bathurst.
That's why her and her mum have been targeted.
Annie.
Background info.
Background reports, this pile.
Suspect details.
Bathurst? Under B...
Should have details of all his family. There you go.
Bloody hell, Cartwright, you don't wanna come at my house and sort out my garage?
Doris Bathurst, mum,
Wanda... Wanda?
Oh, grand-mother.
There is a reference here to a family car
being registered in the name of a Mitch Bathurst.
It's down here, he's Graham's cousin.
Mitch? Never came across him. Why?
It's 'cause he's in the Navy, he was away at sea.
Oh, yeah, record for assault.
So, violent family member, military training,
all the skills required to pull off a kidnapping.
Comes home from sea to find his kid cousin banged up.
Details.
Could be easily missed.
You wicked evil sods've done enough damage to this family.
Where's Mitch?
HMS Steadfast.
Plymouth.
Who's sleeping on the couch, then?
Me mother.
Why can't Wanda have your Graham's old room?
Perhaps because it's occupied.
No, you don't. Bastard!
Get off me!
-What're you doing? -Yeah, yeah. Come on.
Bastard!
Where've you stashed 'em, Mitchie-boy?
Up my arse, copper.
D'you want us to take a look?
Did you kidnap Bee and Stella Lamb
in the hope of getting Graham released from jail?
Don't know what you're on about.
Did you enlist the help of your sailor-boy shipmates?
You's ain't setting me up with nothing else.
I came home to see me gran, she's not well.
Pick him back up, Ray.
-Don't let him torture me. -Rubbish. This isn't torture.
This is just deep interrogation.
Let's talk about Bee Lamb, shall we?
I'm saying nothing without a lawyer.
What d'you think this is, Mutiny on the Bounty?
You decided to kidnap Bee and Stella Lamb in a pathetic attempt
to force your cousin's release from jail.
I ain't got a bloody clue what you's two is on about.
What d'you think you're here for, falling asleep in the Crow's nest?
I ain't kidnapped no one.
Then why hide from us? Why resist arrest?
I thought you were from the ship.
-I thought me Lieutenant had sent... -Hang on.
That's why you...
You got AWOL from your ship?
What d'you mean, we got it wrong?
Blimey, Ray, uncuff him, I'll see if I get him some compensation.
Just hold it.
What if it isn't him?
What if we're wasting precious time?
-You're not serious? -With time slipping away,
do we really wanna put all our eggs in one basket?
If the kidnapper's still at large, we might be able to lure him out.
How?
That note was a cry for justice.
And I ask again, only slightly louder,
HOW?
Radio appeal?
Can't let him do it.
It's so bloody desperate, they'll just think they're winning.
I'll do it.
Tell 'em we're closing the net. Put the fear of God into 'em.
The last thing you wanna do is scare the kidnappers.
This is about making a connection, guv.
Keep using the names, say it over. Bee and Stella.
Make sure the kidnappers hear it.
They need to see your family as real people.
And don't get angry.
Remember, that ransom note is a demand for justice.
So appeal to their sense of justice, Simon.
And try and stick to the script. Details are vital.
Yeah, alright.
When this is done, I want this on air within fifteen minutes.
I'm terrified, Sam.
You'll be fine.
You want justice
because you believe an innocent man is in prison.
My wife and daughter, Bee and Stella,
they're innocent, too.
And they're imprisoned by you.
I know that you can see the wrong in that.
Now I believe that you'll do the just thing...
and let them go.
Thank you.
That was an appeal from Simon Lamb...
You'll want to take this call.
-DCI Hunt. -Dad? Daddy?
Oh my God, Stella, it's her!
He won't release us unless you do what he wants!
I can't, my darling, I don't have the power...
Get away from me, I'm telling him what you told me to say!
Dad, do what he wants! He wants to be found, Dad.
He said you were warned!
At least we know for sure it's not Mitch Bathurst.
He warned me? What does that mean? He warned me of what?
Try and think.
I don't know.
It puts us back to square one.
Simon, come on. Stay with it.
I can't stop them screaming!
I did it.
What?
I did it.
Yes, Charley. She had a crush on me. Yes, that's it.
Yes! I walked her home,
we sat down and... she started kissing me.
Come on.
-I tried to stop her but she... -Simon, please don't do this.
She got scared, and she struggled.
Yes, that's it!
I tried to stop her struggling and I killed her, I did it!
So no you can arrest me and you can free Graham Bathurst.
What can't they do this?
If I confess, he'll let them go.
Wouldn't you happily go to prison to save the ones you loved?
That's not how it works. Graham would actually have to win in appeal.
But I can confess publicly. They'd have to free him.
It would ruin your life.
Small price to pay to save them.
What if we lie?
What?
Tell some porkies.
Make a big announcement that we've released Graham Bathurst.
-What good's that gonna do? -It might buy us more time.
Get the bastard out in the open, we kick him and cuff him.
Sounds like a plan to me.
God, it's always that simple with you lot, innit?
Excuse me, Mrs Woman?
Well, Sam's trying to work this thing out.
And the rest of us,
we charge in like a herd of elephants.
Details are what count.
And I'm wondering...
I'm beginning to wonder, looking at Charley's old files,
whether we've really put down all the details.
We had a child killer to find.
And we found him, inside of forty-eight hours.
I made a pledge to her parents and I honoured it.
But we're in a mess here, guv.
And maybe it's because we did too much kicking and shouting
and not enough listening.
We're about to get a recital from the female eunuch!
Supposing we made mistakes last year,
and just supposing these mistakes are coming back to haunt us.
Blimey, Cartwright.
Next time, go the whole hog and pull a gun on him!
That was out of order, Annie.
No, she was right, Chris.
God is in the detail.
God is in church, smarty-pants.
Er, boss.
You know, when we enter a building to make an arrest,
it's a step into the unknown and that puts us on the back foot.
The smart move is to tread lightly and draw them out.
No. They could die any moment.
We've lost.
That's me back in uniform, then?
Annie.
You have to tell me...
what mistakes were made.
Bathurst probably did kill her. You know...
It's just, re-reading those old case notes...
It wasn't like we did a proper forensics sweep at the woods.
Ray took it as read that the evidence was on the body.
Then we just waded in and arrested Graham.
Who violently resisted and tried to take his own gran as a hostage.
I'm not sure it was quite like that.
He was begging his gran to protect him, really.
But in the heat of the moment, it all sounded so much more violent.
-There's nowhere to go, Graham. -Get away from me.
Don't come any closer!
We know you're upset about Charley.
I wasn't there, you bastards, I was home asleep!
Alright. Anyone see you?
I thought no.
Why don't you help us, Graham?
I never hurt her.
-I'll end up with life! -You're nicked!
But Graham confessed.
Yeah. But re-reading those old notes...
I began to remember how it was in the interview.
The guv thought he was evasive. He was just confused.
Sir, Graham's mum asked that a member of the Women's Department
be present during the interview.
You got a baby-sitter, son.
Do ask her if you need burping.
Or... if any breast-feeding.
He didn't understand the guv's humour, that made him seem callous.
She was a girl in bunches.
She wanted lollipops with her mates after school.
She was a child.
Look...
That night, I missed meeting her,
'cause I was asleep at home.
Oh, right! Why didn't you say? You're free to go.
You walked her home that night.
And you decided you were gonna have her.
We kissed a few times.
There were only three years between us.
And we were courting.
She was so sweet.
Sweet as a sour apple, me mum would say.
As soon as the guv found oil on the rag stuffed in Charley's mouth,
he went at Graham with both guns blazing.
They hadn't fed him, he hadn't slept or washed,
he was all over the place by now.
Because if you challenge me...
I will push for premeditated murder.
And that means life.
Forty years.
Twelve, ten, forty...
Numbers, all numbers, I can't think!
The only number you need to think about is the perfect ten.
It's a good value for a young girl's life.
A young girl was dead, feelings were high.
We all saw what we wanted to see in Graham Bathurst.
I can help you, son.
He must've done it.
He must've...
Tyler, put that mouthy plonk back where you found her.
I'm widening the search.
We're pulling in every able-bodied officer to help.
-You're almost able-bodied. -Actually, I'm feeling a lot better.
You won't be when those women turn up dead.
Case was wrong.
-The kidnapper might have a point. -You are joking.
Ray, you handled the forensics
on that rag that was found in Charley's mouth, didn't you?
Here we go.
I wondered when it'd end up being my fault.
Listen to me, boss.
It was sick-making, what was done to that little girl.
We secured a sound collar. It was the forensics that nailed it.
Charley's body told us how ruthless her attacker was.
When she'd stopped and get him what he wanted,
he blocked out her screams using his own body weight.
Bloody smothered. Helpless child.
I never wanted a killer so bad.
I want that back so fast it makes my eyes water.
I knew the rag would get him.
Traces of oil?
Graham repairs bike engines.
Motor oil?
It's a link.
I think we've got him.
You think we cut corners?
Here.
You're so excited about files and folders,
take a look!
You show me what we could've done better.
Go on, show me!
I warned you he'd try this on, guv.
That's it.
He was warned.
Stella told her dad on the phone that he was warned.
Meaning?
The kidnapper thinks they've contacted him.
-Have you been to Lamb's house? -Why? You twonk?
Because Simon may have received something
that he didn't realize was a warning.
Alright Sam, we're holding up our hands, we've made a slight error.
There was a breakdown in communication,
you were given the wrong dose of something called a neurotransmitter,
which stimulates the body.
We're trying to counter the effects with a heavy dose of noradrenaline.
But I must warn you, you may for a time go into a deeper state of coma.
-Oh, shit. -Beg your pardon, caller? Crossed line.
Get off the bloody phone!
No.
Now what?
Oh, you screw up on the stimulants, so you wade 'em with suppressants.
You're about as hot on details as this lot!
Why don't you find something that gives me the screaming shits as well?
Okay, where is the door?
All this dust is making me nose itchy.
Oh, shut up, you tart.
Lamb was certain he never got a phone call.
Maybe something came in the post.
Something he discarded without thinking about.
Something which was gonna warn him.
It could be a clue on the killer's identity.
Chris, dustbins.
What bins?
-Have the binmen binned this week? -Not yet.
So if he threw anything out, it should still be there.
Don't just check the bins, check the house!
Come on, it's all we've got going for us, boys.
Sam's still out cold.
Doc says he may need to go to the hospital for blood tests.
I know what blood group he is, A rhesus smug.
Alright, we swing out to Lamb's.
I know, I know. But what choice have we got?
Cartwright.
You keep touring through this lot.
So you're not kicking me out, then?
Not yet.
Nothing in the bin outside except food wrappers.
Chris, check the other room.
Let's tear this poncey place apart.
Oh, you're beating up the fixtures and fittings.
Annie, guess what. That night club raid at the week-end, the hippies?
Our boy wonder was slipped a Mickey Finn.
The boss is tripping after all.
Well Sam don't take drugs.
He was drinking Tizer at the club.
And DC Chester said he found half the tabs stuffed in the drinks bottles.
So...
The boss has spent the last three days tripping the light fantastic!
What is it?
These two letters of complaint...
Dated... one week and about four weeks after we charged Graham Bathurst.
Accusing us of procedural incompetence,
and institutionalized slackness.
Heavy stuff.
-Who wrote them? -Mavis Witham.
Charley's mum.
Chris, have you checked Lamb's study?
Chris, step back.
Think, look.
God is in the detail.
Explain this photo to me, Mr Lamb.
Stella's sixteenth.
Two weeks ago.
We had a garden party.
This man came to take photographs.
It's odd though, isn't it? The way your hand's sort of hovering in the air.
You see, it looks like...
There should be somebody else in this photo with you, but they vanished.
They were, it was Stella, she was beside me.
I had me hand on her arm.
The photographer, he sent these pictures through afterwards.
And in that one, she was missing.
Who was the photographer?
Well, I assumed Bee had arranged him, but when I asked her,
she didn't know who it was either.
She thought I'd hired him.
When did these photos arrive?
About four or five days ago.
I'm sorry to bother you, Mrs Witham.
You wrote to CID last year.
You felt very strongly
that we hadn't conducted a thorough investigation.
It all seemed so rushed.
We heard she was dead,
and the next thing, that lad was on trial.
You accused us of "institutionalized slackness".
What does that mean?
Well, you tell me, you wrote it.
You didn't, did you?
Your husband wrote the letters,
and you signed 'em.
Just after Bathurst was convicted...
Don said it would make more impact, coming from a mother.
Poor Don.
So quiet these days.
Always going back to the spot in the woods, where...
What did he say when he found out Simon Lamb's family had been kidnapped?
He said something about natural justice.
It's strange,
you turning up to talk about Charley...
- Today of all days. - Mavis.
I need to speak with your husband.
He's in the shed.
It's where he has his dark room.
Photographer.
Photographer!
He's a photographer for the local paper.
Yellow pages, wedding photographers.
Don Witham is a photographer for the local paper!
I want every available DC, plod and plonk.
-I want everyone on this. -Answer your bloody phones!
I am not CID's errand girl.
Annie's just called in. Don Witham.
-What about him? -Annie says this is important.
Don Witham is a photographer on the Town Cryer.
Ray, a copy of the Town Cryer.
The same font.
Hang on.
Stella's been removed from this photograph.
This was his warning to you.
Don Witham is the spot the ball photographer on the Town Cryer.
He's an expert in moving things from photographs.
-Annie. -Annie.
It's okay, Mrs Lamb, Stella. Stay calm.
I'm a police officer.
He's behind you!
Has he confessed?
Mr Witham, listen to me.
Have you arrested him for the murder of my girl?
Simon Lamb is not your daughter's...
The whole case was shoddy from the start.
You were lazy, slack.
-I wrote to your DCI. -I read your letters.
-We filed them. -I was ignored.
The victim's own father.
I was ignored.
That soft lad, Bathurst, was an easy target.
But Lamb...
I took pictures.
Look at him.
Look at him with those girls.
Don...
He's a teacher.
What's he doing that's so wrong?
I thought about this, for months.
-The more I thought about it... -Maybe that's the problem.
You haven't talked to anyone.
You've just gone over it and over it in your mind.
My Charley worshipped him.
He had power over her. And he abused that power.
-He was with her that night! -No, Don!
You're not a parent!
A parent knows.
The way he looked at them.
No, Don.
You blame Simon
because he was the last person to see Charley alive.
You blame him because he could have stopped her from dying.
He could've offered to run her home.
-You're twisting it. -No, Don.
You're doing that.
You're twisting this to blame Simon because really...
You want to blame yourself.
But...
You, Simon, no one...
No one could have known.
No one could've stopped Charley from dying.
That one.
She was sixteen last month.
My Charley would've been sixteen today.
Where's my daughter's birthday party?
She was my Charley.
My perfect ten.
Mr Witham...
One kick and we're in.
When you go through a door like that, it's a step into the unknown.
You're on the back foot, guv.
But if you can draw them out,
then they're on the back foot line.
-Let's talk about this at the station. -Shut up!
Get over there!
Don't you dare!
Get down there, you stupid bastard.
You know that Graham is the killer, do you?
Like you know your own name.
That's what you said to me.
Well, Mr Hunt...
If you were wrong then, what's your name now?
Oh, Don.
What a mess.
Yes!
The noradrenaline's working. Ten mils did the trick.
Ten mils?
The perfect ten!
You're back with us now.
I'm feeling much better.
-Good. -Yeah, I feel...
I feel good.
Let's go out somewhere.
A night this week.
What d'you have in mind?
Roxy Music?
Free Trade Hall.
I'll think about it.
No more visions?
No.
That's all gone now, I feel...
I feel good.
Good.
Thank you so much.
-Take care of your family. -I will do.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
See, Tyler?
We can manage even when you are off you nut on drugs.
Maybe you should keep a sack of 'em handy.
Good work, guv.
Yeah, not bad.
Two lives saved,
it's better than "not bad".
You called us shoddy, lazy? I'm having none of it, we were thorough.
God is in the detail.
It wasn't all.
Concrete evidence, Tyler, forensics.
Tung oil on Graham Bathurst's rag.
Tung oil?
Is that used on engines? I thought that were for wood.
Wood?
It's a lacquer, it's for...
Tables, floors.
Or wooden gym equipment.
Didn't Lamb's statement say he was cleaning gym gear...
as Charley was leaving, that night?
"I just wanted 'em to stop."
He kept saying that, Lamb, about his family being kidnapped.
It was the thing that upset him the most.
"I just wanted to stop 'em screaming."
Mr Lamb?
Just a moment, sir.
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