(BRlAN CANT) This is a box, a magical box,
playing a magical tune.
But inside this box, there lies a surprise.
Do you know who's in it today?
lt's Sam Tyler.
Hello, Sam.
How are you today?
Oh, dear. Not very happy.
ls it Gene Hunt?
ls he kicking in a nonce?
(GRUNTS)
(STATlC CRACKLES)
(ACCELERATlNG DRONE)
(WHISPERS) Oh, my God.
(PHONE RINGS)
(ACCELERATING DRONE SURGES)
- TyIer. - (CHRlS) Boss.
Are you still on that sickie?
Chris...
I'm fine. I just need another day.
lt's just that we could do with a bit of a hand here.
(STATlC CRACKLES)
Chris? What the bIoody heII are you doing there?
l work here, boss.
We've got a bit of a situation brewing. lt's nothing too serious,
but it could end up in a couple of deaths. So can you hurry?
(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)
(MAN ON RADlO) ln error, Sam has been given an overdose of medication,
which has placed him in extreme clinical danger.
No! I've given you time.
I've waited and I've waited!
You don't know what I'm going through!
Just come down, Mr Lamb. Simon.
- He just went mentaI. - We're doing aII we can...
ReIease Graham Bathurst!
ReIease him or they'II be dead.
- You've faiIed them. - Hey, come on, Mr Lamb.
There's a time to take off the noose and put on the kettIe.
We were hoping you couId be the voice of reason.
- I came out of a musicaI box. - A stabiIising infIuence?
They've screwed up my medication. I'm speeding. I've OD'd.
For God's sake, Sam. There's been a kidnapping.
We've got two peopIe missing, in danger,
we've got no soIid Ieads and we're running out of time.
And I'm seeing things.
Oh, you're aIways seeing things.
Oh, you made it, then. About bIoody time.
And as for you,
I can just about handIe you driving Iike a crackhead
and treating women Iike beanbags.
But I'm going to say this once and once onIy, Gene.
Stay out of ''Camberwick Green''!
- (CRASH) - No!
My name is Sam Tyler.
l had an accident and l woke up in 1973.
Am l mad, in a coma, or back in time?
Whatever's happened, it's like l've landed on a different planet.
Now, maybe if l can work out the reason, l can get home.
There you go, Mr Lamb.
If you're serious about topping yourseIf, try one of our meat pies.
You're meant to be the experts.
You know, sometimes the experts Iet you down.
Me famiIy. Me wife and me daughter, they've been taken.
And Graham Bathurst, you have to free him from prison, or...
or Bea and SteIIa die this afternoon at 4.30.
Don't give up on them.
Find me famiIy.
(EXHALES)
''The poIice must put right their mistake.
''Graham Bathurst did not kiII CharIey Witham.
''ReIease him from jaiI by tomorrow
''or Lamb's wife and daughter wiII be kiIIed.''
Guv, taIk to me.
BIimey, you're burning up.
ShouId I taIk to you or fry me breakfast on you?
It refers to an oId case from a year ago.
A teenage girI was murdered. Are these the oId case fiIes?
- Chris? - Guv?
CharIey Witham fiIes. Why didn't you say they'd come up from the coIIator?
I didn't know.
Case fiIes?
Look Iike a safari park for dust mites.
Don't come it with us. We haven't been home.
- We're eating out of cartons. - Ray, that's your Iife.
I haven't been to the pub for 36 hours.
- Shit. - Mm.
I don't know what you were doing at the crack of dawn, but I know where I was.
(SNORES)
(HOSPlTAL MONlTOR BLEEPS)
(MONlTOR'S BLEEPlNG lNTENSlFlES)
(GENE, ECHOING) TyIer, my office!
OK. I'm just, er...
Sorry, it's...it's mine.
- What? - Oh, go on, take a peek.
It's Bond girIs. UrsuIa, Honor. CoupIe of right tasty Jane Seymours.
Boss?
- Boss? - AII right, enough!
Sorry. Here.
That note was Ieft at the phone box
where Bea and SteIIa Lamb were taken.
StenciIIed over in carbon paper. DoubIy hard to trace.
So who's CharIey Witham and who's Graham Bathurst?
(EXHALES) CharIey Witham was a beautifuI 1 4-year-oId.
She was attacked and murdered in coId bIood one year ago.
Her boyfriend, Graham Bathurst, confessed.
He's eviI.
Now he's in prison. Being eviI.
I need more detaiI. What's the connection to Lamb?
Simon Lamb coached an athIetics team CharIey was in.
- Did he finger Bathurst for the kiIIing? - No, didn't know him.
- This isn't a grudge crime. - WeII, someone thinks he's innocent.
Don't start.
I've come at this from more angIes than Linda LoveIace.
He's not innocent. He confessed. Worse, he gIoated about it.
WeII, obviousIy someone wants him out.
- How about Graham's famiIy? - Quick thinking, Van der VaIk.
WhiIe you've been Iaid up with your Vicks Sinex,
I've been Ieading a kidnap enquiry. You didn't see us yesterday.
Graham Bathurst.
(GENE) From the moment Simon Lamb walked in,
- l knew we had our work cut out. - ReIease him from prison, right now.
Righty-ho, sir. Anyone eIse?
Ronnie Kray? The HiIbury Road Axeman?
ReIease Graham Bathurst or they're going to die!
- Get your DCI. - Now, just hoId on.
- Get him! - And as if by magic,
a DCI appeared.
WeII, they'd been shopping.
SteIIa, me daughter, she caIIed for a Iift.
Then I heard them. They started screaming and shouting down the Iine.
- Bea tried to stop him, and... - Him?
Or them, I don't know. I...
I couId hear them struggIing.
They were crying out and there was nothing I couId do.
I...I just wanted the screaming to stop.
Hey, Mr Lamb. We'II find 'em.
Right, we need to get statements from everyone in the area.
Oh, no.
Don't Iet him see it. Get it dusted.
I am not taking another father to see his dead chiId. Let's move it.
(GENE) We went straight to Bathurst's family.
They haven't stopped bleating for his release for the last 12 months.
..you scumbag bastard coppers! Go on!
(GENE) They were cock-a-hoop to see us
and invited us in for crumpets and jam (!)
You Iied about my Graham.
Everything you toId the courts was Iies.
You got no shame.
He confessed, Mrs Bathurst,
so with respect, shut your bIoody bone-shoot!
- What are you writing down? - Her statement.
Right, add this.
Your son is a coId-hearted kiIIer, and if there's a heII,
he's going there to be poked up the arse with fiery sticks,
for ever and ever, amen.
There's an E in fiery, isn't there?
Oh, bIimey, here comes the heavy mob. Sound the retreat.
(GENE) The Bathurst family consists of one drunken mammy
and an old bat with a stoop.
Don't seem much like a ruthless gang of kidnappers to me.
The worst bit was having to go back to see Charley Witham's parents.
Don?
You could still see the grief in their eyes.
No disrespect, Mr Hunt,
but I'd hoped that our paths wouId never have to cross again.
Sorry for showing me ugIy mug round here, Don, but, um...
the ransom note demands the reIease of Graham Bathurst.
So who wouId want that?
Someone connected to the case, or obsessed with it.
Anyone seen hanging around here?
I haven't seen anyone.
So...you're not going to reIease him?
No.
But if someone out there thinks Bathurst is innocent...
..does that mean you're not so sure that he did it?
Graham Bathurst kiIIed 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? We thought of that and aII. We've been to see him.
Chris even made a tape. He knows how much you Iike 'em.
(GENE) Just answer the ruddy question, Bathurst.
(GRAHAM) Leave me out of it.
All l know or care about is that l'm where l belong.
Got that? This is where l belong!
So why wouId someone target Simon Lamb's famiIy?
OK. The Iast time you saw CharIey Witham, the night she died.
Um...I was cIeaning down the gym gear as she was Ieaving.
She Ieft with her boyfriend, Graham Bathurst.
I didn't see him, but apparentIy he coIIected her.
- 20 minutes Iater, she was dead. - I've thought about that a Iot.
How something that terribIe couId happen and no one sees a thing.
So you said.
So you didn't give the poIice Graham's name?
No, I didn't know anything about CharIey's famiIy and friends.
She was a girI who came to the cIub.
WeII, there has to be a reason why your wife...
- You shouId be out Iooking for them! - CaIm down.
She was just a kid in my cIass.
TaIking about mascara and... and Donny Osmond, Iike they do.
And then she was dead. And I cried over her, OK?
And now I'm crying over my own daughter and my wife.
They're not dead.
Whatever these peopIe want, I can't heIp them.
I don't know anything about Bathurst.
AII I know is that I couId hear my wife and daughter
screaming for heIp down that phone Iine.
And I was heIpIess.
I just... I just wanted it to stop. I just...
I wiII move heaven and earth to find them. OK?
Are you aII right?
Just tired.
Oh, me too. I haven't sIept for 24 hours.
Stupid.
- It's not stupid. - Pardon me?
Forget it. It's, er...something in my system.
You haven't been hanging around with those hippies we nicked?
No. No, this is something THEY have messed up on.
Come on.
Annie, sort aII these 1972 reports from the Witham case.
I want the oId statements in chronoIogicaI order.
I want scene of crime fiIes
separated from the statements and the eyewitness reports.
And take a Ietter, Miss Jones (!)
OK, weII, which one of them Iot do you want to do this?
Larry, CurIy or Moe?
- I'II get cracking. - Remember, God is in the detaiI.
Right. Scotty Yard are sending up some sort of kIeptomaniac
to Iook for hidden cIues in the ransom note.
- Cryptographer. - Whatever.
They phoned ten minutes ago, said they can't spare anybody.
Are any of you Iot actuaIIy communicating?
You know, it is good to taIk.
DeadIine's today. They said 4.30 on the phone,
but for aII we know, they couId be dead aIready.
They're not dead. They wouId have contacted us.
Listen, there is stiII time.
I've got a pIan.
I'm taking an overview of the situation.
You're operating on your own isIands. 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 Iike a nonce.
You're tired. You're making mistakes. You're missing the detaiIs.
I've been out of the Ioop for three days,
IargeIy because someone messed up on the detaiIs.
Maybe...
maybe I can give you the objectivity you need.
We need deep background on this kidnap enquiry.
And that means WDC Cartwright going through aII the oId case notes,
and it means me interviewing you Iot about CharIey Witham.
Or you couId just have another pint of coffee
and we'II wait for the bodies to fIoat down the canaI.
WeII, this is nice.
ShaII I get us some BakeweII tarts?
- TeII me about CharIey Witham. - I'II teII you about her.
She's what every copper dreads.
A dead chiId.
And parents Iooking to you for answers.
Last year l stood in their home
knowing l 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 CharIey.
I, er...
..had the job of showing them
what their IoveIy perfect ten had become.
(GENE) We think she knew her kiIIer.
The Ieaves were cIeared away Iike they were making space.
A rag was stuffed into her mouth.
ProbabIy didn't mean to kiII her.
He probabIy wanted to keep her quiet.
He smothered her face,
panicked and ran away.
So...she suffocated.
Twenty feet from the road.
From peopIe waIking their dogs.
Cars.
Leave no stone unturned, Mr Hunt.
l knew l needed a quick result.
I want everyone in that IittIe girI's Iife questioned.
FamiIy. SchooI paIs. Teachers.
Hey, have you seen this? Her oId sports coach, Simon Lamb.
He trained for internationaIs. Wonder if he knows David Hemery?
- I Iike the OIympics, me. - We've got a good Iine-up this year.
I reckon the Munich Games'II be one for the history books.
Are you done, or shouId I puII up a chair?
Now we're going to find this bastard for the parents. Right?
- (ALL) Yes, Guv. - Right, move it!
Am I boring you?
Thinking.
Anyway,
we found out she was seeing this Graham Bathurst.
Turns out the bIoke had previous.
So we decided to adopt the confident approach.
Graham Bathurst?
Put the tooI down, Graham.
Come here, you bastard!
- Nowhere to go, Graham. - Get away from me!
Don't come any cIoser. I'm warning you.
W...we know you're upset about CharIey.
I wasn't there. I was at home, asIeep!
Oh, aye? Anyone eIse see you?
- Thought not. - Why don't you heIp us, Graham?
I'm going to hurt her! I'II hurt her! I'II end her bIoody Iife!
You're nicked!
Sir? Graham's mum has asked that a member of the Women's Department
be present during the interview.
You've got a babysitter, son. Do Iet her know if you need burping.
I might even need breastfeeding.
It's not nice, is it?
FIat on your back with some sweaty great bastard over you.
Get up.
You coIIected CharIey from the cIub 20 minutes before she died.
She was a girI in bunches.
She wanted IoIIipops with her mates after schooI.
She was a chiId.
Look, that night I missed meeting her because I was asIeep at home.
Oh, right. Why didn't you say? You're free to go.
You waIked her home that night
and you decided you were going to have her.
I tried it on a few times. We was onIy three years apart.
Who can bIame me?
Ripe as a summer appIe, that one.
AII that exercise. Best bit of skirt in town.
You've got convictions dating back to your 12th birthday.
Theft and fencing, and I don't mean what Steed does in ''The Avengers''.
Last year, you were done for assauIt and battery in a pub.
- I was onIy cautioned. - You waIked her home that night
and you decided that you were going to have her.
OnIy she got frightened and you got angry.
She died within spitting distance of the street.
But hey, at Ieast you got to have the best bit of skirt in town.
From those hairy bIeeders in the Iab.
This is the rag used to gag her.
- It's got traces of oiI. - So?
So, Graham Bathurst Iikes to work on bike engines.
We've got oiI on the rag.
BIoody Nora, you stink. Rough as a badger's back passage.
- Didn't Iet us wash. - Your naiIs are fiIthy.
Juries don't Iike fiIthy dirty hands on BibIes.
Or suspects with previous.
- Juries aren't supposed to know. - Things sIip out.
We've got motive, evidence.
You pIead guiIty to mansIaughter, you're Iooking at a tweIve-stretch.
TweIve years?
Be out in ten.
But if you chaIIenge me,
I'II push for premeditated murder, and that's Iife.
Forty years.
Mummy teII you not to take things from strange men?
WeII, I'm not a stranger, Graham. I'm the best friend you've got.
TweIve, ten, forty.
Numbers. AII numbers. I can't think.
The onIy number you need to think about is the perfect ten.
It's good vaIue for a young girI's Iife.
lt comes to that moment, Sam.
The confession.
lt's not what's said. lt's a moment in their eyes.
You've locked all the doors, shuttered all the windows,
plunged them into darkness.
Then, and only then, do you offer them the chink of light.
I can heIp you, son.
Graham Bathurst toId us everything. Scumbag got twenty years.
I hope he's sharing a ceII with a big smiIey bIoke caIIed HoneysuckIe.
Tragic, innit? Young Iass meets her first boyfriend,
turns out to be a murdering bastard.
I wouIdn't Iet a 1 4-year-oId of mine go gaIIivanting with a Iad that age.
- No wonder she kept it a secret. - A secret?
She never even toId her mum and dad.
- Who gave you his name, then? - Can't remember. Chris?
Dunno. Not without Iooking at the fiIes.
Is this your statement report?
(HOSPlTAL MONlTOR BLEEPS)
Er...yeah. It's, er...it's got me signature.
OK. You got your information about Graham Bathurst
from something caIIed 4B.
What's that, a cIass?
Oh, yeah, it's, er...it's one of CharIey's schooImates I spoke to.
She said Bathurst coIIected CharIey from the cIub the night she died.
Which schooImate, Chris?
Boss, I'm sorry, but me mind's a bIank.
ReIax, we'II take a run-up. TaIk us through that day from the beginning.
From the beginning. WiIco.
- (GIGGLING) - Right, you Iot!
(CHRlS) So we dragged Charley's schoolmates into ClD.
We'II give you some squash
and then the nice detective wiII chat to you each in turn.
- (FLIRTATIOUS) Hiya. - HeIIo.
- Right, settIe down. - Hey, nice detective.
HeIIo. Now, did CharIey have any mates outside of schooI?
Anyone she was... Can you stop that?
Anyone she was seeing or who was hassIing her or...or owt Iike that?
- Have you got a girIfriend? - No, that's none of your business.
- You got a gun? - Of course not.
- What's that in your pocket, then? - What? No, that's me Juicy Fruit.
- (LAUGHTER) - Come on, now, that's enough!
(GIRL) She swore it was a secret.
What was a secret?
I'm breaking out in sweat just thinking about it.
AII of 'em cIustered round, Ieering at me.
God, I hate teenage girIs. Give me an armed bIagger any day.
Chris. The detaiIs are reaIIy important.
Now, someone was about to teII you a secret. Who was it?
He was meant to be her secret.
'Cause he was three years oIder than she was.
Who?
Graham Bathurst.
SteIIa Lamb gave you Graham Bathurst's name?
I just couIdn't remember. I was fIustered.
I couIdn't...
Sorry, boss.
What's going on here, then? A kiss and a cuddIe?
SteIIa 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 piIe.
- Suspect detaiIs? - Bathurst? Er...under B.
ShouId have detaiIs of aII his famiIy.
There you go.
BIoody heII, Cartwright. Do you want to sort out my garage?
Doris Bathurst, mum.
Wanda... Wanda?
Oh, grandmother.
There's a reference here to a famiIy car
being registered in the name of a Mitch Bathurst.
He's down here as Graham's cousin.
Mitch? Never came across him. Why?
WeII, it's 'cause he's in the Navy. He was away at sea.
Oh, yeah. Record for assauIt.
So, vioIent famiIy member, miIitary training,
aII the skiIIs required to puII off a kidnapping.
Comes home from sea to find his kid cousin banged up.
DetaiIs...
can be easiIy missed.
You wicked, eviI sods done enough damage to this famiIy?
Where's Mitch?
HMS ''Steadfast'', PIymouth.
Who's sIeeping on the couch, then?
Me mother.
Why can't Wanda have your Graham's oId room?
Perhaps because it's occupied.
- No, you don't. - Bastard.
- Get off me! What you doing? - Yeah, yeah. Come on.
Listen, I haven't done owt. What's wrong with youse? Screw you!
You tosser. Bastard!
Where have you stashed them, Mitchie Boy?
- Up my arse, copper. - D'you want us to take a Iook?
(GROANS)
Did you kidnap Bea and SteIIa Lamb in the hope of getting Graham reIeased?
- I don't know what you're on about. - Did your saiIor-boy shipmates heIp?
Listen. Youse ain't setting me up with nothing eIse.
I came home to see me gran. She's not weII.
Pick him back up, Ray.
Don't Iet him torture me.
- Rubbish. This isn't torture. - This is just deep interrogation.
So.
- Let's taIk about Bea Lamb. - Not without a Iawyer.
What do you think this is? ''Mutiny on the Bounty''?
You decided to kidnap Bea and SteIIa Lamb
in a pathetic attempt to force your cousin's reIease from jaiI.
I ain't got a bIoody cIue what you're on about.
Think you're here for faIIing asIeep 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 Iieutenant had sent... - Hang on.
That's why you were...
You've gone AWOL from your ship.
What, we've got it wrong?
BIimey, Ray, uncuff him. I'II see if I can get him some compensation.
Wait. Wait a minute.
HoId it.
Just hoId it.
What if it isn't him? What if we're wasting precious time?
- You're not serious? - And with time sIipping away,
do we reaIIy want to put aII our eggs in one basket?
If the kidnapper's stiII at Iarge, we might be abIe to Iure him out.
How?
That note was a cry for justice.
And I ask again, onIy sIightIy Iouder: HOW?!
Radio appeaI?
You can't Iet him do it.
He's so bIoody desperate they'II just think they're winning.
I'II do it. Say we're cIosing the net. Put the fear of God into them.
The Iast thing we want to do is scare the kidnappers.
This is about making a connection, Guv.
Keep using the names. Say it over. Bea and SteIIa.
Make sure the kidnappers hear it.
They need to see your famiIy as reaI peopIe.
And don't get angry.
Remember, that ransom note is a demand for justice.
So appeaI to their sense of justice, Simon.
And try and stick to the script. DetaiIs are vitaI.
Yeah, aII right.
When this is done, I want this on air within 15 minutes.
- I'm terrified, Sam. - You'II be fine.
(RECORDER CLICKS)
Um...
you want justice because you beIieve an innocent man is in prison.
My wife and daughter, Bea and SteIIa,
they're innocent too, and, er...
they're imprisoned by you.
l know that you can see the wrong in that.
l believe that you'll do the just thing
and let them go.
- Thank you. - (PHONE RINGS)
(MAN) An appeal from Simon Lamb, husband and father...
You'II want to take this caII.
(PHONE RINGS)
- DCI Hunt. - (STELLA) Dad? Daddy?
Oh, my God. SteIIa. It's her, it's her.
HeIIo?
He won't release us unless you do what he wants!
I can't, my darIing.
Keep away! l'm telling him what you told me to say. Do what he wants!
He warned you before, Dad. He sent you a warning.
- No, no! (SCREAMS) - (CLATTER)
At Ieast we know for sure it's not Mitch Bathurst.
- Simon, SteIIa... - He warned me? Of what?
Try and think.
- I don't know. - Puts us back to square one.
(WAILS)
- Simon, come on. Stay with it. - I can't stop them screaming!
Come on.
I did it.
What?
I did it.
Yes, er...CharIey, she... she had a crush on me. That's it.
- No, no. - Yes!
I, er...I waIked her home and, er...we sat down.
- She...she started kissing me. - No. Come on, Simon.
- I tried to stop her, but she... - Simon, pIease don't do this.
She...she got scared and, weII, she...she struggIed.
Yes, that's it! Er...she, er...
I tried to stop her struggIing and I...I kiIIed her. I did it.
So you can arrest me and you can... you can free Graham Bathurst.
Why can't I do this?
If I confess, he'II Iet them go.
WouIdn't you happiIy go to prison to save the ones you Ioved?
That's not how it works. Graham wouId have to win an appeaI.
But I can confess pubIicIy. They'd have to free him.
It wouId ruin your Iife.
SmaII price to pay to save them.
What if we Iie?
(SAM) What?
TeII some porkies.
Make a big announcement that we've reIeased Graham Bathurst.
- What good'II that do? - It might buy us more time.
Get the bastard out in the open, we kick him and cuff him.
- Sounds Iike a pIan to me. - God, it's aIways that simpIe (!)
Excuse me, Mrs Woman.
WeII, Sam's trying to work this thing out, and the rest of us...
we charge in Iike a herd of eIephants.
DetaiIs are what count.
And I'm wondering, or I'm starting to wonder, Iooking at CharIey's fiIes,
whether we've reaIIy put down aII the detaiIs.
We had a chiId-kiIIer to find.
And we found him. Inside of 48 hours.
Now, I made a pIedge to her parents and I honoured it.
But we're in a mess here, Guv.
Maybe because we did too much kicking and not enough Iistening.
Are we about to get a recitaI from ''The FemaIe Eunuch''?
Supposing we made mistakes Iast year
and just supposing those mistakes are coming back to haunt us.
BIimey, Cartwright.
Next time go the whoIe hog and puII a gun on him.
That was out of order, Annie.
No, she was right, Chris. God is in the detaiI.
God is in church, smarty-pants. Er...boss.
Entering a buiIding to make an arrest is a step into the unknown
and that puts us on the back foot.
The smart move is to tread IightIy and draw them out.
They couId die any moment.
We've Iost.
That's me back in uniform, then.
Annie. You have to teII me.
What mistakes were made?
Bathurst probabIy did kiII her. You know...
It's just, re-reading those oId case notes...
(ANNlE) lt wasn't like we did a proper forensic sweep of the woods.
Ray took it as read that the evidence was on her body.
Then we just waded in and arrested Graham.
(SAM) Who violently resisted and tried to take his gran as a hostage.
(ANNlE) l'm not sure it was quite like that.
He was begging his gran to protect him.
Gran...
ln the heat of the moment, it sounded so much more violent.
- Nowhere to go, Graham. - Get away from me.
Don't come any cIoser!
We know you're upset about CharIey.
I wasn't there, you bastards. I was at home asIeep!
Oh, aye? Anyone see you?
No, I thought not.
- Why don't you heIp us, Graham? - I never hurt her.
I never hurt her!
I'II end up with Iife.
You're nicked!
(SAM) But Graham confessed.
Yeah, but re-reading those old notes,
l began to remember how he was in the interview.
The Guv thought he was evasive. He was just confused.
Sir? Graham's mum has asked that a member of the Women's Department
be present during the interview.
You've got a babysitter, son. Do ask her if you need burping.
(LAUGHS)
Or if...if I need breastfeeding.
He didn't understand the Guv's humour. That made him seem callous.
She was a girI in bunches
who wanted IoIIipops with her mates after schooI.
She was a chiId.
Look...
that night I missed meeting her 'cause I was asIeep at home.
Oh, right, why didn't you say? You're free to go.
Sit down!
You waIked her home that night
and you decided you were going to have her.
We kissed a few times.
There were onIy three year between us and we were courting.
She was so sweet.
Sweet as a summer appIe, me mam wouId 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 chaIIenge me,
I wiII push for premeditated murder...
..and that means Iife.
Forty years.
TweIve. Ten. Forty.
Numbers. AII numbers. I can't think.
The onIy number you need to think about is the perfect ten.
(LIGHTS CIGARETTE) It's good vaIue for a young girI's Iife.
A young girl was dead. Feelings were high
and we all saw what we wanted to see in Graham Bathurst.
I can heIp you, son.
He must have done it.
He must have.
TyIer? Put that mouthy pIonk back where you found her.
I'm widening the search and puIIing in aII abIe-bodied officers to heIp.
- You're aImost abIe-bodied. - ActuaIIy, I'm feeIing a Iot better.
You won't be when those women turn up dead.
The case was wrong. The kidnapper might have a point.
You are joking?
Ray, you handIed the forensics on that rag found in CharIey's mouth.
Here we go. I wondered when it'd be my fauIt.
Listen to me, boss.
It was sick-making what was done to that IittIe girI.
We secured a sound coIIar. It was the forensics that naiIed it.
Charley's body told us how ruthless her attacker was.
When she'd stopped him getting what he wanted,
he blocked out her screams using his whole body weight.
Bloody smothered her. A helpless child.
l never wanted a killer so bad.
I want that back so fast it makes my eyes water.
l knew the rag'd get him.
Traces of oiI.
Graham repairs bike engines.
- Motor oiI? - It's a Iink.
I think we've got him.
You think we cut corners?
Here, you're so excited by fiIes and foIders. Take a Iook.
You show me what we couId have done better.
Go on, show me!
I warned you he'd try this on, Guv.
That's it.
He was warned.
SteIIa toId her dad on the phone that he was warned.
Meaning?
Meaning the kidnapper thinks they've contacted him.
- Have you been to Lamb's house? - Why, you twonk?
Simon may have received something that he didn't reaIise was a warning.
(PHONE RINGS)
- TyIer. - (DOCTOR) We've made a slight error.
There was a breakdown in communication
and you were given the wrong dose of a neurotransmitter
which stimulates the body.
We're trying to counter the effects with a heavy dose of noradrenaline,
but l must warn you, you may for a time go into a deeper coma.
- Oh, shit. - (WOMAN) Beg your pardon.
- Crossed line. - Get off the ruddy phone!
No, no. No, no, no!
(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)
Now what?
Ah, you screw up on the stimuIants so you wade in with the suppressants.
You're about as hot on detaiI as this Iot!
Why don't you find something that gives me the screaming shits as weII?
- (STATlC CRACKLES) - OK, where's the door?
- This dust's making me nose itchy. - Oh, shut up, you tart.
Lamb was certain he never got a phone call.
Then maybe something came in the post.
Something he discarded without thinking.
Something which is going to warn him.
It couId be a cIue of the kiIIer's identity.
- Chris. Dustbins. - What bins?
- Have the bin men been this week? - Not yet.
So if he threw anything out, it shouId stiII be there.
Don't just check the bins, check the house!
WeII, come on, it's aII we've got going for us, boys.
Sam's stiII out coId. Doc says he may need bIood tests.
I know what bIood group he is. ''A'' rhesus smug.
- Right, we'II swing out to Lamb's. - (RAY SIGHS)
I know, I know. But what choice have we got?
Cartwright. You keep trawIing through this Iot.
- So you're not kicking me out, then? - Not yet.
Nothing in the bin outside except food wrappers.
Chris, check the other room.
(GENE) Let's tear this poncy place apart.
Oh, you're beating up the fixtures and fittings.
(PHYLLlS) Guess what? That nightclub raid, the hippies?
Our boy wonder was slipped a Mickey Finn.
The boss is tripping after all.
- But Sam doesn't take drugs. - He was drinking Tizer at the cIub.
DC Chester said he found haIf the tabs stuffed in the drinks bottIes.
So the boss has spent the Iast three days tripping the Iight fantastic.
What is it?
These two Ietters of compIaint.
Dated one week and about four weeks after we charged Graham Bathurst.
Accusing us of ''proceduraI incompetence''
and ''institutionaIised sIackness''. Heavy stuff.
- Who wrote them? - Mavis Witham. CharIey's mum.
(STATlC CRACKLES)
(GENE) Chris, have you checked Lamb's study?
Chris, step back.
Think. Look.
God is in the detaiI.
Can you expIain this photo to me, Mr Lamb?
SteIIa'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 hovering in the air?
It Iooks Iike there shouId be someone eIse with you, but they've vanished.
They were. It was SteIIa. 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?
I assumed Bea had arranged him,
but when I asked her, she didn't know who he was either.
She thought I'd hired him.
- When did these photos arrive? - Um...
About four or five days ago.
I am sorry to bother you, Mrs Witham.
You wrote to CID Iast year.
You feIt very strongIy
that we hadn't conducted a thorough investigation.
It aII seemed so rushed.
We heard she was dead, and next thing, that Iad was on triaI.
You accused us of institutionaIised sIackness.
What does that mean?
WeII, you teII me, you wrote it.
You didn't, did you?
Your husband wrote the Ietters and you signed them.
Just after Bathurst was convicted.
Don said it wouId make more impact coming from the mother.
Poor Don.
So quiet these days.
AIways going back to the spot in the woods where...
What did he say when he found out Mr Lamb's famiIy had been kidnapped?
He said something about naturaI justice.
It's strange, you turning up to taIk about CharIey.
Today of aII days.
Mavis. I need to speak with your husband.
He's in the shed. It's where he has his darkroom.
Photographer. Photographer!
He's a photographer for the IocaI paper.
YeIIow Pages, wedding photographers.
Don Witham is a photographer for the IocaI paper!
I want every avaiIabIe DC, pIod and pIonk.
- I want everyone on this. - Answer your ruddy phones!
I am not CID's errand girI.
Annie's just caIIed in. Don Witham.
- What about him? - Annie says this is important.
Don Witham is the photographer on the ''Town Cryer''.
Ray, copy of the ''Town Cryer''.
(GENE) It's the same font.
Hang on.
SteIIa's been removed from this photo. This was his warning to you.
Don Witham's the Spot the BaII photographer on the ''Town Cryer''.
He's an expert at removing things from photographs.
- Guv. Annie. - Annie.
(MUFFLED CRY)
It's OK, Mrs Lamb, SteIIa. Stay caIm. I'm a poIice officer.
(MUFFLED WAIL)
He's behind you. He's behind you!
- Has he confessed? - Mr Witham, Iisten to me.
Have you arrested him for the murder of my girI?
- Simon Lamb isn't your daughter's... - The case was shoddy from the start!
You were Iazy, sIack.
- I wrote to your DCI. - I read your Ietters.
- We fiIed them... - I was ignored.
The victim's own father. I was ignored.
That soft Iad, Bathurst, was an easy target.
But Lamb? I took pictures.
Look at him. Look at him with those girIs.
Don, he's a teacher. What's he doing that's so wrong?
I've thought about this for months.
- The more I thought about it... - Maybe that's the probIem.
You haven't taIked to anyone, just gone over it in your mind.
My CharIey 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 Iooked at them. - No, Don.
You bIame Simon because he was the Iast person to see CharIey aIive.
You bIame him because he couId have stopped her from dying.
- He couId have run her home... - You're twisting it.
No, Don.
You're doing that.
You're twisting this to bIame Simon because you want to bIame yourseIf.
But you, Simon, no one...
..no one couId have known,
no one couId have stopped CharIey from dying.
That one.
She was sixteen Iast month.
My CharIey wouId have been sixteen today.
Where's my daughter's birthday party?
She was my CharIey.
- My perfect ten. - Oh, Mr Witham...
One kick and we're in.
When you go through a door Iike that, it's a step into the unknown.
You're on the back foot, Guv.
But if you can draw 'em out, then they're on the back foot, Iike.
Let's taIk at the station...
Shut up and get over there!
Don't you dare!
Get down there, you stupid bastard.
You know Graham is the kiIIer, do you?
Like you know your own name. That's what you said to me.
WeII, Mr Hunt, if you were wrong then, what's your name now?
Oh, Don.
What a mess.
Yes!
(DOCTOR) The noradrenaline is working. Ten mils did the trick.
Ten miIs?
The perfect ten.
# Everything changes
# Weather blows hot or cold
- Back with us now? - # Through alchemy, iron turns gold
# Quicksilver, baby So hard to pin down...
I'm feeIing much better.
- Good. - Yeah, I feeI, er...
I feeI good.
Let's go out somewhere.
One night this week.
What do you have in mind?
Roxy Music. Free Trade HaII.
Oh. I'II think about it.
No more visions?
No. That's aII gone now. I feeI...
I feeI good.
Good.
Thank you so much.
- Take care of your famiIy. - I wiII do.
- Thank you. - You're weIcome.
See, TyIer, we can manage, even when you are off your nut on drugs.
Maybe you shouId keep a sack of them handy.
Good work, Guv.
Yeah. Not bad.
Two Iives saved. It's better than not bad.
CaIIed us shoddy, Iazy. I'm having none of it. We were thorough.
- God is in the detaiI. - He was and aII.
Concrete evidence, TyIer. Forensics.
Tung oiI on Graham Bathurst's rag.
Tung oiI?
Is that used on engines? I thought that was for wood.
- Wood? - Yeah, it's...
It's a Iacquer. It's for tabIes, fIoors.
And wooden gym equipment.
Didn't Lamb's statement say he was cIeaning gym gear
as CharIey was Ieaving that night?
''I just wanted them to stop.''
He kept saying that, Lamb, about his famiIy being kidnapped.
It was the thing that upset him the most.
''I just wanted to stop them screaming.''
(MUSIC: ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA'S ''10538 OVERTURE'')
(BICYCLE BELL RINGS)
Mr Lamb? Just a moment, sir.
# Did you see your friend
# Crying from his eyes today
# Did you see him run
# Through the streets and far away
# Ah
# Did you see him run, did you see him fall
# Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
# Did his life flash by at the bedroom door... #
Oh, here we go. Drugs.
(SAM) The drugs could have been planted to throw us off the scent.
And we suspect Ravi of importing scag.
Heroin. BIoody heroin.
(SIRENS)
It's the NF, isn't it?
They kiIIed him and now they're trying to kiII me.
(SAM) We need to explore
whether this attempted murder was a hate crime.
As opposed to one of those ''I reaIIy, reaIIy Iike you'' sort of murders?