Episode 2

ALAN CUMMING: This is "Masterpiece Mystery."

CASSIE: James Sullivan was reported missing 1976.

The boss is driving up to Liverpool to speak to his mum.

CUMMING: Previously... MAUREEN: There's no word for it, you know, single mother who's lost her only child.

JAKE: Eric Slater, who was a bookkeeper.

I know what you did!

KENDRICK: Frankie C., cocky little runt.

Sorry, I wish I could help you.

Beth Laws.

JESSICA: She were a skinhead.

LIZZIE: How could I be a racist?

GEOFF (on phone): Did the police get hold of you?

JoJo, it's me.

CUMMING: "Unforgotten," (thunder claps) (whimpers) (clicks) ♪ ♪ ♪ All we do is hide away ♪ ♪ All we do is, all we do is ♪ ♪ Hide away ♪ ♪ All we do is lie in wait ♪ ♪ All we do is, all we do is lie in wait ♪ ♪ I've been upside down ♪ ♪ I don't wanna be the right way round ♪ ♪ Can't find paradise on the ground ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Oh, yeah?

What time is it?

Just gone 7:00.

You okay?

I need to tell you something.

JAKE (on speakerphone): There are no details of Vincent Erskine ever having stayed at Arlingham House.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean he didn't hang out there.

If he was going out with Elizabeth and encountered Jimmy then.

JAKE: Yeah, well, Karen has also managed to locate the man he and Elizabeth assaulted, and he's happy to talk to us.

Okay, good work, Jake.

JAKE: Cheers.

I didn't move to London when I was 17.

I came two years earlier, in 1974, when I was 15.

And I lied to you about this because...

I always wanted you to have a relationship with Dad.

Whatever he'd done, he was still my father.

Whatever he'd done?

It started after my mum died, when I was 12.

And it was... (inhales) Bad.

And so when I was 15, I finally told my auntie.

And she said I could go to prison for telling such wicked lies.

So I left.

Came to London on my own, and slept on the streets and... Drank cider to keep me warm for nearly a year.

Until I met a man called Vincent, who was bigger and stronger than anyone else.

And he said he loved me and would look after me.

Except then it turned out he wasn't a good person.

And he made me think and say and do things that were not who I really was, Ray.

Not at all.

What things?

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) ROBERT: In baptism, God calls us out of darkness and into his marvelous light.

Do you turn to Christ?

ALL: I turn to Christ.

ROBERT: Do you repent of your sins?

ALL: I repent of my sins.

(baby fussing) Do you renounce the deceit and corruption of evil?

ALL: I renounce the deceit and corruption of evil.

♪ ♪ I was a member of the National Front.

I went on their marches.

I made leaflets and...

Posters which... Every day I used... All those words.

And sometimes I watched my boyfriend attack people because of the color of their skin.

LIZZIE (on voicemail): Hi, this is Lizzie.

Please leave a message.

Miss, it's me.

It's just, I'm here and I'm still waiting for you.

(phone beeps) (sirens blaring in distance) ♪ ♪ Miss!

(birds chirping) Yes, I remember Jimmy very well.

We bonded over football.

He was, um, a huge Liverpool fan, and I followed the Hoops.

Queens Park Rangers.

Who, he loved to remind me, had not won any silverware since the '60s.

(chuckles) Yes, I often wondered what happened to him.

How terrible that it was this.

So how did you first meet him?

My church was just around the corner from Arlingham House.

We had a connection.

Okay.

And when you say "connection," uh, what... Well, there were a lot of rather lost souls and we at least tried to give some sort of succor to them.

And Jimmy was one of those?

I think Jimmy had issues.

Family stuff, as I remember, but actually on the whole, he was rather full of life-- a real character.

And can you remember at all who he associated with?

You know, who his friends might have been?

As I say, I knew him, but not well.

He came to services a few times, but more to tell his mother that he'd been, I suspect.

I knew nothing about his day-to-day life.

Okay.

SUNNY: Do you remember if he ever mentioned any race-related problems?

No.

(closes cupboard) But I'm, I'm sure there were issues.

I mean, it was the '70s, you know?

Yeah.

Does the name, um... Vincent Erskine mean anything to you?

Mm, no.

Or Beth Laws?

Ah, um... That rings a very, very vague bell, but no, not really.

How about Frank or Frankie Cross?

Nope.

Sorry, I'm not being very helpful, am I?

It's not, not a problem.

Um, JoJo?

No, sorry.

No, why?

Who was she?

Or could be a man.

Oh, right.

(chuckling): Yes.

Well, who was he or she?

Well, we're not sure.

Someone who was fond of him, we think.

Ah, hm, sorry.

I... No, I don't remember anyone called JoJo.

Well, as Aisha would say, "Oh, my God, he so knows JoJo."

Be nice, wouldn't it, if just one of the bastards wasn't lying through their teeth.

He's a priest-- what do you expect?

(chuckles) (birds chirping) Ray?

I just need some time, if you don't mind.

Whatever else I did, I swear I do not remember this boy.

And I know absolutely nothing about what happened to him.

I love you, sweetheart.

♪ ♪ (door closes) (siren blaring in distance) (talking softly) Why would you tell me and not her?

She'd worry-- all I want is advice.

As a daughter or a lawyer?

As a lawyer, before I speak to my own.

So did you know him?

Yes.

And you said you didn't because...

I don't know.

It was stupid.

I have nothing to hide.

Well, first off, you need to think of a better answer than that.

How did you know him?

He was a face.

He ran a few errands for the people I was working for.

Who were?

A family called the Fenwicks.

Who were?

Not as pure as the driven snow.

And what did you do for them?

What I needed to.

To earn my way out of a house with no running water.

But I know nothing about what happened to this young man.

(phone vibrating) I have to go.

(phone beeps) Okay, say nothing, do nothing.

Let them prove you lied.

Oh, don't walk out with me.

If the papers don't have this already, they will soon enough.

(chair scrapes on floor) Sit tight, Dad.

(people talking softly) ♪ ♪ (seagulls squawking, people laughing) It's no reflection on you, love.

MARK: Right?

No reflection on me that you prefer your sister to be with you at what is arguably the most important moment of our lives.

ELLIE: I don't think you should look at it like that.

Really?

I think you should look at it like she just prefers me.

(laughing) Els, I worked that one out years ago.

Leave the poor boy alone, girls.

(conversation fades) (high-pitched ringing) I'm sorry, I don't feel very well.

Dad?

Dad.

(dishware clanging) CASSIE: What?

All the Fenwicks are abroad?

MURRAY: Well, Charlie Fenwick died five years ago.

But his son Michael lives in Alcúdia and his uncle Gordon has lived in Cyprus since '95.

What, the north?

Yeah.

There's an outstanding warrant for his arrest over here on drugs charges.

But we have located a Thomas Pinion, who worked with the family in the '70s and '80s before serving 14 years for drug offenses.

(yawning): Knew Cross, but for some reason there's no love lost.

CASSIE: What, so, he'll talk to us?

He suggested a meet tomorrow.

Excellent-- go for it.

Right.

So Eric Slater, our bookkeeper, we got an address for him?

Council tax has him living at the same address as in the Arlingham House records.

Okay, and JoJo?

Nothing for Jo, Joanna, Joanne, Jodie, in the records.

There was a Jocelyn who stayed there as an occasional resident, but she was in the '60s.

Plenty of Joes and Johns, but we think it's definitely a woman?

Well, his letters to his mum said he'd met a girl, but, well, we'll keep an open mind.

Okay, thanks, everyone.

(phone ringing, stops) (tapping pen) Let's see if we can get some photos of Arlingham House from the '70s on the inside.

I want to get a sense of what it was like to stay there.

The routine, Jimmy's routine.

I'll see what I can find.

Okay.

♪ ♪ CASSIE (on phone): So, please, please say, if you think it's a bad idea, but I...

I just wanted to ask if you wanted to visit the site of Jimmy's grave.

He was there for nearly 40 years.

Now, of course, he'll be coming home to you soon, but...

I thought it might help to see where he lay for that time.

I can arrange a car, or train tickets or... What do you think?

I think I'd like that, please.

I think I'd like that very much.

(pounding) Mrs. Wilton!

(doorbell rings) (siren blaring, dog barking in distance) (people talking softly) He's going to be fine.

Oh, God, Mum.

So what was it, do they know?

They think it was some kind of panic attack.

CAROLINE: Panic attack?

GRACE: I said to them he was the least likely person in the world to ever panic about anything, but... And what's he saying?

Not a lot, actually, for your dad.

(traffic humming) (ball bouncing loudly) (thumps loudly) (thumps more loudly) Thought you might be here.

Sorry, I lost track of time.

So I was just your... penance.

Was I?

No!

To prove to yourself that you weren't that person.

I don't need to prove that, Ray, because I know I wasn't.

I never even looked at the color of your skin.

I only ever looked at you.

I did what I did because...

He made me.

He made you?

He made you call people like me monkey.

Did he?

He made you join the National Front?

He made you attack people because of the color of their skin?

Why didn't you just say no?

I should have, I know.

I was a kid, but I should have.

And I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

(running footsteps retreating) LIZZIE: Curtis!

(door closes) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ MURRAY: So how long did he work for the Fenwicks?

Not long.

Odd jobs here and there for maybe a year.

On the payroll proper maybe six months.

As?

He started out doing anything the brothers wanted him to do-- driving, deliveries, bit of muscle.

He was violent?

Look, people are always trying to take the piss.

You gotta send a strong message.

Otherwise, you're gonna get walked over.

Frank was very good at getting money that was owed to us.

How?

He liked the bolt cutters.

Soon as he pulled them out, people suddenly, they remembered the few quid they got in a drawer upstairs.

If they didn't, he started to work on one finger.

Joint by joint until they did.

Do you recognize this man?

(sniffs) Was it, uh, Jimmy?

It was.

Yeah, he did a few bits and bobs for us.

And would Frank have known him?

Actually, I think he would, because he borrowed 50 quid off of us.

I remember because we got in a whole thing about the rhyming slang for 50.

He was a Scouser.

He kept getting it wrong and we was all pissin' ourselves.

And this 50 quid.

Do you know if he paid it back?

You'll have to go to Gordon on that one.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (car pulling up) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (knock at door) Eric?

Who is it?

You need to call Leslie.

♪ ♪ (people talking softly in background) (tapping phone) (phone ringing) Hello, yeah, yes, good morning.

Could you tell me, please, how do I go about selling a story?

Yeah, it's about somebody famous.

(birds chirping) ERIC: A half-caste lad?

CASSIE: Uh, yes, he was, mixed-race, yes.

(stammering): Oh, sorry, I never know what you're meant to call them these days.

No offense, sir.

None taken.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I knew Jimmy.

He was... a nice lad-- I liked him.

So, you, you remember him as a resident?

Yeah, hmm.

And you just, what, you got to know him because you worked there?

I suppose.

We'd have a smoke in the dining room now and again, bit of a natter.

He was a chatty sort, as I remember.

Okay, do you remember him ever asking for your phone number?

Uh, what?

No.

Oh, he tried to sell me a car.

Once.

I, I think it was nicked, so I, I wasn't interested.

You know, it might have been something to do with that.

CASSIE: Right.

I know it's a very long time ago.

But do you remember him ever telling you if he had any problems?

If he got into any fights or arguments with anyone?

Oh, no, no, no, he-- I mean, he, he never struck me as the sort of person who got into fights.

Quite a gentle soul.

Ah, right.

CASSIE: And then, one day, what, he just... Wasn't there?

Yeah, I suppose, I mean...

I wouldn't have noticed.

It was a temporary hostel.

You wanted them to move on.

SUNNY: Yes, yeah, of course.

Okay, last thing.

Can we just run some names past you?

Yeah, fire away.

These were also in his diary.

Just trying to see if they could be significant.

Okay.

Does the name Frank Cross mean anything to you?

No.

Beth Laws?

(mouthing) JoJo?

There's no surname.

It's just JoJo.

JoJo?

Oh, oh, yes, I...

I remember, well, a JoJo.

I don't know if it was the same one.

Oh, okay, well, we know, we know very little about ours, so... Was this a woman?

Well, more of a girl.

17, 18, I'd guess.

You remember her surname?

No, no.

And she stayed at the hostel?

Uh, no.

Right, so...

I, I met her at the hostel, but she was never a resident.

In fact, I only met her once.

Right.

Well, she must have made quite an impression, then.

Oh, oh, she did.

Course, when I met-- well, found her, I should say-- she was, um... She was at it in one of the storage rooms.

You found her having sex?

Yeah, with what's his face from St. Gilda's.

Father Robert?

Yeah, the priest, Father Greaves.

Bloody disgraceful.

Pardon my French.

(chuckles lightly) (scribbling) (talking softly) SEAN: All the phalanges are present.

Any obvious damage to any of them?

Nothing I can see with the naked eye.

Okay.

Can't you check with a microscope?

Sure.

What exactly am I looking for?

Bolt cutter marks.

CASSIE: Well, thank you again.

We really appreciate your father's help.

No problem.

Did you ask him about the nights he never came home?

Not now, Mum, come on.

I never got it out, you know.

My mum-- mother has dementia... CLAIRE: I think he must have put it straight in on the boil, because you need a cold soak first.

Mum, do you want to go and set the table for lunch and I'll be in there in a sec... Is Carol coming?

Carol's in America, Mum, remember?

You go-- you go through.

Me and, me and Dad will be straight in.

Sorry about that.

No, no problem.

And thanks again for your time.

Okay.

Cheers.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (engine starts) ♪ ♪ CARLTON: It's true.

She wasn't physically violent like he was.

But the things she said, the sheer hatred from such a young girl shocked me.

She's told us that she tried to stop him.

That Erskine coerced her and that she didn't participate in the attack.

She lying.

She egged him on all the way, and then when they left, it was her, not him... (tapping on mail slot) ...that spat upon me.

Curtis?

Love?

Mrs. Salgado?

Are you in there?

Curtis has a maths exam this afternoon.

PHILLIP: Liam.

LIAM (on phone): Where have you been?

I've been trying to get hold of you for hours.

Don't piss me off again, Liam.

Or you'll what, cut my fingers off?

LIAM: So you've got about six hours to get the story injuncted or it's all over tomorrow's "Mirror."

Where'd it come from?

LIAM: Some bloke you used to work with, apparently, when you were an East End gangster.

It's not true.

LIAM: I refer the honorable gentleman to my earlier answer: It doesn't matter if it's true or not.

What matters is that the editor rang the PM's office this morning for a comment.

So what do we do?

Mate, I'm not quite sure you're getting this.

We are only speaking now because if by some small miracle you do get the story stopped, it'll help us.

But however this pans out, you're done.

Seriously pissing off a prime minister is not a good career move.

(whispering): Not a good move at all.

(people talking in background) LIZZIE (voiceover): Excuse me.

Excuse me.

(students talking softly) Excuse me.

Curtis Salgado, he's not gonna be able to make the exam.

Who do I speak to to get him a resit?

Right, you mean, he's ill?

Yes, he's ill.

Sorry, are you family or friend?

His mom's not well, so...

Right, well, a request for a resit would have to come from his mother or father.

He don't have a dad.

And I'm here in the place of his mum telling you we need to arrange a resit.

(students snickering) The deputy head's office deals with the resit timetable.

If you'd like to make your way back to reception, they should be able to help you.

(students snickering) (phone ringing) CASSIE: So of all the names and numbers in the diary, three seem to be presenting themselves as of potential interest to us right now.

First up.

Elizabeth Wilton, née Laws.

So she told us that she'd never been to Arlingham House and that she was never actually a racist.

Both of which would appear to be lies.

But right now we have nothing tangible connecting her to Jimmy, which is what we need.

So, Jake, we need to go back to the files and start finding residents from the time they were both there who might have known either of them and Erskine.

(scribbling) If there was bad blood, let's find evidence for it and confront her with it.

(sighs) Frank Phillip Cross.

Now, there is some evidence to suggest that Cross was a sometime and possibly violent debt collector for the Fenwick family.

So if Jimmy defaulted on the money he borrowed, we have a possible motive.

MURRAY: There was nothing on the skeleton that was consistent with Pinion's allegations.

Have we got a phone number for Gordon Fenwick yet?

Why would he talk to us?

If he admits that Cross is one of his boys he'll be implicating himself.

MURRAY: Yeah, but by all accounts he's seriously on his uppers.

He'd love to come back to the U.K., so maybe there's a deal to be done.

That's definitely worth a try.

Thanks, Murray.

And Robert Greaves.

Now, what sort of newly ordained, newly married priest has sex with a 17- or 18-year-old woman?

Hopefully we'll find out tomorrow morning.

Okay, that's it, everyone.

Thanks a lot.

♪ ♪ MARCUS: Yeah-- no.

I understand.

I'll call you right back, okay?

(phone beeps softly) They're gonna run it.

The man's a convicted drug dealer and a proven liar.

Why would anyone believe a word he says?

Their lawyer is saying they've got proof.

♪ ♪ CASSIE: So the letters... Why now?

You said you found them 18 months ago.

Because I'm...

I'm pissed off.

And...

I'm pretending that I'm not.

It's exhausting.

I don't want to do it anymore.

47 years.

And I always thought that was quite a thing.

And it was.

This was one bloke.

It, it was probably just sex.

She was in love with him.

(voice breaking): You can see it in every line.

It was a couple of years, at the most.

And it was you she stayed with.

(weeping) Did you know him?

The, the bloke?

Didn't know him.

(crying): I clearly didn't know her.

It's going to be okay, Dad.

(sobbing) ♪ ♪ (watch ticking softly) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (keys tapping) ♪ ♪ (taps mouse) (computer beeps) ♪ ♪ (newspaper rustles) SUNNY: 12 grand.

Mm.

Nice work if you can get it.

Cash, no doubt.

Well, we must ask him.

Yeah.

(birds chirping) (footsteps approaching) That's the one with sugar.

I hope this won't take too long.

He's not been at all well the last couple of days.

He had a panic attack yesterday.

We'll be as quick as we can, Mrs. Greaves.

(door opens) (door shuts) (sighs) It wasn't just a physical thing.

It was a proper relationship.

I cared for Joanna very much.

And I'd like to think that she cared for me, too.

How old was she?

Oh, I don't know.

About 19, 20, I think.

And you?

28.

How long did it last?

Oh, a few weeks.

No more.

And was this while she was seeing Jimmy Sullivan?

Well, if she was seeing Jimmy, I, I didn't know anything about that.

So how did you meet her?

She lived in a bedsit a few doors down from the church.

Do you remember the address?

No, sorry.

Not even the road?

Well, it was 40 years ago.

What was her full name?

No, I, I don't remember.

So how did you meet her?

I think she was lonely and she started helping out at coffee mornings and Sunday school.

And I was going through a difficult period in my life.

I wasn't sure that some of the decisions I'd made were the right ones.

And we used to talk.

And then one day, it just turned into something else.

It turned into the worst mistake of my life.

And one which I felt ashamed of every day for the last 40 years.

Your wife never found out about it.

No.

No.

So why did it end?

I ended it.

The only decent thing I did.

Came to my senses.

And then shortly afterwards, she moved away.

And when was the last time that you spoke to her?

39 years ago.

We're gonna check your phone records, Mr. Greaves, so I'm gonna ask you again.

When was the last time you spoke to her?

39 years ago.

(birds chirping) Yeah, okay, thanks.

He's still lying.

So I want his mobile and his landline records.

If that doesn't work, try census records for Joannas within a hundred yards of the church.

And if that doesn't work, start knocking on doors.

We need a surname.

We need to speak to her.

That was Murray.

He just spoke to Gordon Fenwick in Cyprus.

Conversation was brief-- he's not interested in talking.

(engine starts) ♪ ♪ (door closes) (siren blaring in distance) ♪ ♪ LIZZIE: Curtis?

All right?

You missed your maths.

Did I?

You know you did.

Luckily, I managed to convince them that you were ill, so you have a resit on the 13th.

Cool.

Curtis, please, don't pretend you don't care.

I can handle anything.

I can handle you never wanting to see me again.

But please keep going with your GCSEs.

You've come so far, you're doing so well.

Whatever you heard, it's not who I am today.

No problem.

Don't break my heart, sweetheart.

Whatever you think of me, just please, please keep going with your exams!

Me, break your heart, miss?

(scoffs) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (breathing nervously) ♪ ♪ (sobbing) (sniffling) ♪ ♪ (sniffling) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (people talking softly) In case you hadn't noticed, this isn't actually about you, Bella.

Yeah, I'm not saying it is.

I'm just saying, as a human rights lawyer, torture is a little bit of a bugbear of mine, and having a father accused of lopping people's fingers off is, you know, a tiny bit awkward.

God, you're a sarky bitch sometimes.

All I want to know is if it's true, Dad.

Did you give this Pinion man money?

Did you do what he says you did?

No.

On both counts.

Now don't ask me again!

I'll call you.

(door opens, closes) (phone ringing) Marcus.

♪ ♪ Thank you.

Share price just dropped.

Eight percent in... Less than an hour.

Dad.

Tell me what I can do to help.

Whatever you need, I'm here.

♪ ♪ SUNNY: And then these are from the early '70s, so he probably wouldn't have arrived here yet.

Although it didn't change much throughout the whole decade.

This is one of the bedrooms.

He, um, he would've stayed in a room just like this.

Bigger than I thought.

♪ ♪ I think he would've been happy here.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (engine running) Thank you, so much.

(car door opens) ♪ ♪ (car door shuts) (Cassie taps on window) Nice one, boss.

It's blood, isn't it?

What's blood?

What his wife said, Eric Slater's.

It needs cold soak first, right?

You wash it in hot water, it fixes it.

Blood.

This is the second floor, right?

You can tell from what's outside the windows.

Right.

Check out if they had a lift.

A lift?

Eric Slater said he used to have a fag with Jimmy in the dining room.

If they didn't have a lift, how the hell did he get up the stairs?

Not a bloody Dalek, is he?

Well, let's not rule out anything just yet.

(car locks click) PHILLIP: The price is only dropping because the market's scared I'll be arrested and unable to do my job.

So me stepping down as chairman isn't gonna help anybody.

The board doesn't see it that way.

They think it'll take a while to sort this out, and until you do, they see you as toxic to the brand.

I am the brand.

Exactly.

Which is why they think a quick, clean break now is best for the shareholders.

(phone ringing) (ringing continues) (ringing stops) Cross.

GORDON FENWICK (on phone): Frank.

Who's this?

It's Gordon Fenwick.

I think we need to talk.

♪ ♪ No.

There was never a lift at Arlingham House.

So I spoke to Eric Slater.

Turns out he only went into a wheelchair in his mid-30s-- car crash.

What year?

'79.

So in '76, he was perfectly able.

♪ ♪ See if he's ever been in any trouble.

Cautions, spent convictions, bind overs, anything.

♪ ♪ It's funny, isn't it?

Because you see someone in a wheelchair and you just... You assume certain things.

(siren blaring in distance) (siren continues) Good night, Sunny.

Good night, boss.

(siren continues) ♪ ♪ (Claire breathing shallowly, sniffling quietly) ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) LES: Yeah, no, it, it looks worse than it actually is.

Exactly, yeah.

I'll get one of those rubber bath mats.

(cutlery clangs) All right, then, love.

Okay, well, I'll be back in about 20 minutes?

All right, bye.

Right, here we go.

ERIC: Thanks, matey.

Come on, mother.

Tuck in.

I don't want to be here, Les.

ERIC: Change the record, love.

I want to be somewhere safe.

I know, uh... No, she, she's safe here.

(pleading): Please.

Dad, I... (shatters loudly) LES: Dad!

One more word, one more word from either of you!

Will you calm down?!

(wheelchair whirring) (crashes into chair) (whirring continues) ♪ ♪ (quietly): You did slip, didn't you, Mum?

Of course.

Thomas Pinion is a life-long alcoholic who'd say one thing to you, another to me, and another to a newspaper.

Who will also, of course, be paying him.

As, indeed, he said to them, you were to stay silent about your activities with the Fenwick family?

Except he's lying.

His bank records confirm... (papers rustling) six sums of 2,000 pounds paid into his account over a period of five years from 2004.

MARCUS: And what proof do you have this is anything to do with my client?

CASSIE: No proof yet, 'cause they were cash.

But obviously if we went through your business records and found any petty cash transactions that matched these sums, we'd be concerned.

Look, I fully admit for a few months 40 years ago I associated with some people I sincerely wish I hadn't.

But...

If I was the sort of person who could've done what you allege, could I really be what I am now?

Well, a lot of people might say it was an essential qualification.

(chuckles) People make mistakes.

That doesn't make me a murderer.

Hm.

(birds chirping, train clacking) ♪ ♪ (sirens blaring) What're we waiting about for, lads?

Come on, five laps.

Easy jog.

(Ray clapping) Where's Curtis?

No idea-- why?

Come on, lads, let's be having you.

Maybe he ain't here 'cause of her.

...ever... talk about my wife like that.

You get me, blud?!

Okay, man!

Ever!

Okay, I get it, I get it!

(indistinct muttering) Whatever Curtis told you, any of you... Whatever he thinks he heard, I'm telling you he got it wrong!

You got that?

(door opens) Rob, it's half-five and you have mass.

Well, I need you to sit down.

I need to tell you something.

I don't need to sit down.

What is it?

What do you need to tell me?

The young man the police were asking me about-- and I promise I really don't know anything about how he died...

But the real reason they were talking to me was because I had a connection to him that wasn't just work.

It was a woman.

A young woman called Joanna who used to...

I remember Joanna.

She was a girl, not a woman.

A young girl.

A young person, who I am ashamed to tell you now that I had a very, very brief relationship with.

So sorry, Grace.

It was 39 years ago, but I can't imagine that makes it any easier to hear now.

As I say, it was fleeting.

It was a few weeks at most.

But it was a shameful thing to do, and all I can do now is, is beg your forgiveness.

What year was this?

1976.

We only got married the year before.

It was a terrible mistake.

And I am so, so sorry.

♪ ♪ So in June 1973, Slater was arrested following a fight outside a pub in Kentish Town.

CASSIE: What'd he get?

Bound over-- victim didn't turn up.

The victim?

What was this, it was an assault or...?

Yeah, well, it's, it's confusing.

The arresting officer has it down as a fight, but it's listed as an assault in the courts.

Have you got the name of the plaintiff?

Yeah, name of Paul Brian West.

I spoke to his sister.

West himself died five years ago, but she said she didn't know anything.

Oh, okay.

Jake?

Slightly like pulling teeth, guv.

I've got 50 possible names here, hostel residents at Arlingham House that might have known Elizabeth Laws or Erskine, and for every single name, I've got 30, 40 people with the same name and they're all Duncan Morrison or Wendy Haines or... CASSIE: Yeah, okay, okay.

I suspect it's, it's time we got a picture of Jimmy into the papers.

Sunny, will you talk to the DPA?

Yeah, no problem.

Murray, any joy with JoJo?

Nothing in the census.

What about Greaves's phone records?

All the numbers he rang from his mobile, his landline, are kosher.

Okay, will you find out where the nearest pay phone is to his house?

And see if BT will provide us with every number rung from there from...

When did you call his diocese for contact details?

Uh... Monday p.m., just after lunch.

Yeah, from Monday midday till midnight same day.

It's worth a try.

CASSIE: Robert Greaves had a relationship with Jimmy Sullivan's girlfriend.

Now, if Jimmy found out, got mad, went round to confront him, who knows where that ended?

Well, except maybe JoJo does.

♪ ♪ Suze, have a look at this will you?

It's his scaphoid, which is split, post-mortem I assumed, except when I put the two bits together... That's a hole isn't it?

Like something's been driven through it.

Something like a... nail.

I've seen it a couple of times before with gangland punishment murders.

SEAN (on phone): A nail hammered through the hand, very often a precursor to other forms of torture.

All right, thanks.

SEAN: You're welcome.

♪ ♪ (siren blaring in distance) PHILLIP: If Pinion's lies were all the police have, I wouldn't be too worried.

A couple of days ago, Gordon Fenwick called me from Cyprus threatening to go to the police himself.

With?

With some other stuff.

What other stuff?

More lies.

Detail's not really important.

What is important is what the police might believe.

And he wants money?

Of course.

So, so what are you going to do?

Your Turkish friends.

I might need you to call them for me.

I'm not talking anything stupid, just a quiet word.

For a man like Fenwick, I suspect that'll be enough.

Dad, are you sure?

That is quite a move.

Gordon Fenwick could get me put in jail for murder, a murder I had absolutely nothing to do with.

We need him to back off.

And fast.

♪ ♪ KAREN: Yeah, what I want to know is, if it's possible for you to tell me what numbers were called from this pay phone from midday on the 23rd to approximately midnight?

KAREN: Brilliant.

Great.

Yeah.

(banners flapping, birds squawking) ♪ ♪ ERIC (voiceover): Yeah, I think it was probably the only fight I, I ever got into.

I'd had a skin full, as I remember, and I think he had, as well.

Right.

Do you remember what it was about?

Football, I'm afraid.

I'm a Blade, for me sins.

He was a Gooner.

I think we'd just beaten them and one of us must've said something.

It all kicked off-- stupid, stupid, really.

I mean, put it down to the impetuosity of youth.

Hopefully I've grown up a bit since then.

(chuckles) In the court documents, it has it down as you assaulting him, which... implies that you started it.

Well, then I expect I did.

I mean, you know, I was drunk, as I say.

I, I can't really remember an awful lot about it.

I'm sorry.

ALAN: Yeah, well, my real name's Alan Mackay, but everyone calls me Mackie.

JAKE: Well, thanks so much for getting in touch.

And just so I can be absolutely clear, as well as Jimmy, I think you said you knew Vincent Erskine, as well?

Vince, yeah.

And Beth, his girlfriend.

You knew Elizabeth?

ALAN: I did, aye.

(snapping) Okay, Mackie, could I come talk to you, please?

As soon as possible would be good.

(birds squawking) I mean, do you think it was just a one-off, or what?

I don't know-- we didn't get that far.

But if he could have done it once, got away with it, why shouldn't there have been others?

Mum, I'm so sorry.

I am, too.

For you both.

I mean, I suppose all you can say is it... it was 40 years ago and... CAROLINE: And what?

What, you think that makes it better?

Jesus, it makes it worse.

Ellie, it's our whole lives.

Our whole relationship with him feels like a lie.

Does it?

He's, he's still our dad.

I mean, clearly he made a terrible mistake, but...

But, but what?

I can't believe you're defending him.

I'm not defending what he did.

I'm, I'm trying to find a way through this.

He had sex with a child, for God's sake.

ELLIE: Caz, she wasn't a child-- she was 17.

And if he had been caught today, he would go to prison.

Do you not get that?

Of course I get that, but I...

But what?

What, they were different times?

Bollocks.

She was a kid.

She was one of his congregation.

He was in a position of power and he abused it.

I'm sorry if you think I'm overreacting.

(quietly): But I am scared.

It makes me ask, what sort of man is he really?

Why are the police asking about this boy that was found?

It makes me ask what else he could have done.

ALAN: It was only her that stayed at the hostel.

JAKE: Elizabeth?

ALAN: Erskine wasn't allowed to stay because he always got into fights.

Right.

Anyway, I got talking to him in the garden one day, because at that time I was still using.

I let him spout his racist rubbish for a bit until he started talking about this black lad who he reckoned had some money on him.

And he wanted to know whether I fancied helping him rob the lad that night in his room.

And was this just him or was Beth there, too?

Well... she was there, like, you know, in the background, but not actually part of the conversation.

And so what did you say?

Well, I didn't say much because I, I didn't want him to know that... that Jimmy was actually a good friend of mine.

You know, and obviously I was gonna warn him.

And did you warn him?

I went to look for him, but, uh... Somebody offered me some gear.

By the time I was straight again, it was two days later.

And, sir, did you find out if he'd been robbed?

No, I didn't.

In fact, I, I never saw Jimmy again.

(phone ringing) (tapping on keyboard) (computer dings) ♪ ♪ Looks just like one of our lads, doesn't he?

I remember when you first suggested that we should start up the football squad.

It wasn't long after Michael had died, and I always thought that it was your way of finding some meaning... ...out of his death.

If you think I killed this boy, Ray, just say it.

How can I know, Lizzie?

How could I have any idea of what you were capable of back then?

♪ ♪ MAUREEN (voiceover): We stopped at the services for some supper, which was very nice, and then got back here about 11:00.

CASSIE (on phone): Hm, and what have you got on today?

Oh, Thursday's lunch club every week.

Lunch club?

Why wasn't I invited?

Well, I'll put you down for next week, so.

CASSIE: Yeah, yeah, I'll be there.

Ah, they're a good gang.

MAUREEN: I was telling them about you, you know, and about Jimmy coming home and...

They were very happy for me.

He rang her from the call box.

JoJo.

Her name's Joanna Bridges.

We found JoJo.

(doorbell rings) (birds chirping, dogs barking) CASSIE: Tell me how you met Jimmy Sullivan.

I met Jimmy through the church.

Went out with him for maybe six months.

And, oh, this was before or after your relationship with Father Robert?

After.

So when, when was your relationship with Father Robert?

Late 1975, as I remember.

How late?

Just before Christmas.

November, I think.

I mean, it was just a few weeks.

So Father Robert said to us that he thought you were 19 or 20 when he met you.

And so we checked your date of birth before we came here today, and actually, if your affair was in November '75... Actually that would've made you 15 when the 28-year-old priest had sex with you.

You weren't 16 till February 1976.

Maybe I got it the wrong way round.

Maybe it was Jimmy first and then Robert.

Except we have a diary given to Jimmy by you-- in which it says, "With much love, JoJo"-- in December '75.

Which suggests that either you did have underaged sex with a priest or at some point after your birthday you were seeing both men.

It was half a lifetime ago.

I mean, what the hell does it matter?

It matters because we think that Jimmy found out about Robert Greaves and confronted him.

And that altercation may have resulted in Jimmy's death.

And what proof have you got of that?

And how credible do you think he is as a witness?

JAKE (on speakerphone): Very.

JAKE: This guy knew other stuff I thought only we knew.

SUNNY (on speakerphone): What other stuff?

The 50 pounds we think Jimmy borrowed from Frank Cross.

He knew all about that.

JAKE: And more importantly, he knew what it was for.

Which was?

JAKE: To pay for an abortion.

Jimmy told Alan Mackay that his girlfriend had fallen pregnant.

CASSIE: And Jimmy was the father?

Why else would he pay for it?

'Cause she said he was?

I'll ask my man exactly what Jimmy told him.

Okay-- there's lots to think about.

Let's bring Elizabeth Wilton in A.S.A.P.

Excellent work, Jake.

Murray, any joy with Tommy Pinion?

He said that he'd never seen Cross put a nail through anyone's hand, but heard from others that he had.

CASSIE: Well, Dr. Rawlins is pretty convinced that's what it is, so... somebody did it.

We keep the pressure on Cross.

(phone beeps softly) ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ Yes, it's me.

Why did Fenwick send those to you?

Well, I'm guessing he's already contacted Dad, and Dad isn't playing ball.

SHIRLEY: Well, the man in those pictures is white.

The lad in the papers was black.

BELLA: He's still nailing his hand to a workbench, Mum.

SHIRLEY: I'm just saying, there's nothing in these to suggest he had anything to do with killing that lad.

Fine, but trust me, he doesn't want the police to see these.

I should also say that the images obviously depict a crime scene, which as of now, I've failed to act upon, so if Fenwick doesn't get what he wants, and he shows his email to me to the police, we're both screwed.

I'll pay him off-- I have before.

Fenwick?

Yes.

JOSH: How many times?

A few.

(knocking at door) (police radio playing) It's the police.

Well, have you any actual proof other than Pinion's fantasies that I did anything like this to Jimmy Sullivan?

We have a wound on Jimmy's hand that's entirely consistent with such an assault.

But nothing connecting that to me.

Not yet.

But I sense we're getting closer, don't you?

♪ ♪ (engine running) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Yo, Curtis, fam.

Call me.

(birds squawking) ELLIE: Dad?

Up here.

(footsteps approaching) (sighs) I don't know what to say.

I'd hoped that Mum didn't feel that she had to tell you now.

She told us 'cause of the wedding.

Oh, no, sweetheart, please.

Surely this doesn't affect the wedding.

It's a celebration of the sanctity of marriage.

Conducted by you.

It was a terrible thing to do.

I completely accept that.

But it was one mistake, 40 years ago, in an otherwise very, very happy marriage.

One mistake.

And was it?

Really?

Well, yes, of course.

There was no one else.

I don't mean other women-- I mean... (softly): It's a police investigation.

Oh, my darling, no, no, please.

Please, don't ask me if I killed that poor boy.

Please.

Don't make me answer that.

Please.

LIZZIE (voiceover): Yes.

We robbed him.

CASSIE: Of his 50 pounds?

Yes.

So everything that you told us before, that you have no recollection of ever having met him?

That was a lie?

Yes.

I've wished I could forget him.

Every single day of my life.

So can you tell me how Jimmy died?

I wouldn't for one second expect you to believe me, but no.

When I left the room with the money, Jimmy was fine.

(scribbling) Erskine was still in the...

Yes.

And did he have any... weapon with him?

Not that I recall.

Okay.

So where did you go?

Outside, to wait for him.

And how long did he take to come down?

Not long, maybe... 30 seconds behind me.

Right.

(scribbling) And what did he say?

When he came down?

He was laughing.

Did he have any blood on him?

I don't think so.

But he might've done.

I, I was very drunk, so certain details... (sighs) You obviously thought so little of this young man that you were able to rob him in his bed.

And yet your name and number were written down by him in his diary, that... How did that happen?

When I first met Jimmy, it was during a period when I tried to split up with Erskine.

Only lasted a few weeks before he got me back, but in that time, I stopped drinking, I got clean.

And Jimmy and I got to know each other a bit.

And I gave him my number 'cause I hoped... (sniffles) Just like... in the few weeks when I'd been straight... (sighs) ...that he'd carry on helping me, teach me to read and write.

(indistinct office chatter) What'd you expect?

Guv.

It might be nothing, but I was just checking out the pub that Eric Slater and Paul West got arrested outside, the assault.

Yeah.

Don't know if it's significant, but it was a gay pub.

And it has been since, well, since the '60s.

♪ ♪ All right?

(change jingles) Thank you.

(register beeps, drawer opens) (coins rattling) (register drawer closes) Thanks.

♪ ♪ (students talking) ♪ ♪ RAY: Curtis?

Curtis?

Where're you going, mate?

Home.

Really?

Thought you were smarter than that.

Actually missing an exam?

So you're gonna throw away three years of hard work, are you?

Just like that?

If you think it'll really piss her off, yeah.

Sorry, are you talking about the woman who took you into our house, fed you, treated you like her son?

I've already got one mum!

I don't need another!

(grunting) ♪ ♪ Curtis!

I'm sorry, Curtis, I...

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪ CUSTODY SERGEANT (voiceover): Elizabeth Wilton, you've been charged with assault and the intent to rob under section eight of the Theft Act 1968.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you do not mention now anything you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Do you understand the charge?

Yes.

I remember the assault.

He was devastated by it.

But it was an assault, not a fight.

Yeah.

Eric Slater attacked your brother?

Yes.

Will you tell me why?

(sighs) Because of where he was drinking.

Because of what he was.

He was gay?

Yes.

Do you know why he didn't turn up at court?

Because if it had come out that... (chuckles softly) The idea that being gay was such a shameful thing...

I'm not sure many people understand that now, but...

He'd have lost his job.

Most people thought that what he was was disgusting.

And, let me tell you, he was convinced that if that police officer hadn't been passing, Eric Slater would have beaten him to death.

So Eric Slater... ...violently assaults a gay man a year or so before Jimmy was killed.

According to her.

Right, yes, according to her.

'Cause there's nothing, absolutely nothing, that we've learned about Jimmy that suggests he was gay.

And now if we're saying that his murder was some sort of homophobia-motivated thing... (sighs) Well, you better call the girls.

(engine starts) We need to talk to Slater again.

(children yelling) (music playing in apartment) BRANDON: Forget her man.

I mean, what's she think you are?

Some sort of tame little coconut.

(music continues) (cracking) That... ...ain't you, fam.

It's what she wants you to be.

You should chuck it out, man.

(music continues) I ain't no coconut, man.

(music continues) (laugh) (music continues) ♪ ♪ (book tearing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (window shattering) (screams) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (sighs) LES: Thanks, mate.

MAN: Cheers.

Mr. Slater.

Sorry to disturb you.

You're obviously busy.

Is your father around?

Just need to have another quick chat.

(chuckling): Like a bad penny, you lot.

(Eric speaking in muffled tones in next room) I don't care what he told his sister, that's not what happened.

Right, so this wasn't an unprovoked attack.

It's what I said it was.

So you've never had any problems with gay men.

No!

His sister told us that you were waiting for him outside.

No, I was drinking in the pub.

And you knew it was a gay club.

ERIC: No idea.

All right, so you didn't notice that it was an entirely male clientele when, when you went in?

I've absolutely no idea if I did or I didn't.

This was the '70s.

Most pubs were pretty exclusively full of men.

So why do you think he told his sister that you were waiting for him outside?

I don't know.

You know, as I say, he was fairly drunk, as well.

Maybe he just got it wrong.

Or she's mistaking this fight for another attack.

Or she's remembered it wrongly-- I don't know!

Think back 40 years.

Think of something significant that happened to you.

How much detail can you remember now?

It, it's a lifetime ago.

She's remembered it wrong.

Did you ever wonder whether Jimmy Sullivan was gay?

Who?

Jimmy?

Why would I have thought that?

The last time you were here, we were talking about his girlfriend.

We didn't mention his girlfriend.

Nor did you.

JoJo.

We talked about her.

Only in connection with Robert Greaves.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, I, I, I assumed you already knew that she and Jimmy had, had a thing.

Why would you have assumed that?

Why would you not mention what was clearly a very important piece of information?

Unless you were trying to steer our focus towards Robert Greaves.

(sighs) I don't know.

I'm sorry.

I, I'm old, like I said.

This is all ancient history.

I, I, I forget stuff, but please, trust me.

You're, you're way, way off-beam here.

(door shuts) So?

What do you think?

I believed him.

Yeah, me, too.

This case is like trying to grab hold of fog.

(thunder rumbles) Dad.

All right?

Yeah, fine-- you, you okay?

Yeah, fine.

Come on, then, dopey!

Let's get this party started.

♪ ♪ (thunder rumbles, rain pelting) ♪ ♪ I know it's only small, but... No, it's lovely, thank you.

Just what I need.

I just... You absolutely don't need to tell me anything, anything at all.

But I just, I want you to know that if you did want someone to talk to.

Thank you.

I might just take you up on that sometime.

Well, I'll let you get settled in.

Oh, there's one bit of good news.

The police have found some CCTV footage of someone entering the community hall at the time of the burglary.

They reckon they've got a pretty good screen grab of his face.

They've asked me to go down there tomorrow, see if I recognize him from the estate.

Which is good, isn't it?

Yes, yes.

♪ ♪ ERIC: Sandy!

Let me introduce you to Gary Stevens.

Gary was my boss at Anderson's.

He was the only man in the whole building who had two secretaries.

One for each knee.

(laughs) Get yourselves a drink.

(guests talking) (kids laughing) (guests talking) LES: How about a rosé, Mum?

Hm?

Half a glass won't do you any harm.

Why are we celebrating?

It's your-- it's your 45th wedding anniversary, Mum.

No, I know that.

But why are we celebrating?

♪ ♪ (thunder rumbles) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Right, in conclusion, let me just say that, that a marriage, it's a bit like a house.

You don't just build it and let it look after itself.

It needs constant maintenance.

Doesn't it, sweetheart?

And, yes, and maybe her plumbing's not all it once was, and my guttering, well, that could do with a good jet hose, but the foundations are rock-solid!

So if you will, raise your glasses to my beloved and I.

Here's to another 45 years!

(cheering) ALL: ♪ Congratulations and celebrations ♪ ♪ When I tell everyone that you're in love with me ♪ ♪ Congratulations and jubilations ♪ ♪ I want the world to know I'm happy as can be!

♪ ♪ Who could believe that I could be happy and contented ♪ ♪ I used to think that ♪ Mum!

(thunder rumbles) Mum!

Mum.

Maybe I felt I'd-- I'd already put so much in to our new life here.

With you boys, and finding this lovely house, and making all our new friends.

I didn't want to give it all up just like that.

Mum, I don't know what you're talking about.

Come on, let's get you in-- it's raining.

And then he had his accident and so he wouldn't have been able to hurt anyone anymore anyway.

What, sorry?

(crying): I think I just tried to bury it all, Les.

Now, what, what did you say?

You said "hurt, hurt anyone," what do you mean?

And now with my head the way it is, and the police asking all these questions.

It's all starting to swirl around in my head.

And the problem is, Les, I...

I've absolutely no idea what's real and what isn't.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Lizzie!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ SHIRLEY (voiceover): Yeah, there, there was stuff he did back then.

Rumors I'd hear.

Just stuff we never talked about.

(breathing shallowly) Belle, I don't know what to do if the police start asking me questions.

What do I say?

(weeping) ♪ ♪ Hungry?

♪ ♪ SUNNY: Yeah.

JAKE (on phone): I'll see you when you get back.

Okay.

JAKE: I haven't spoken to the guv yet.

Do you know when she'll be back?

No, she's with me now.

JAKE: Okay.

Yeah.

JAKE: See you later.

Okay, cheers.

Call just came into the C.I.D.

office.

Looks like we've got another victim.

♪ ♪ (click) CUMMING: Next time on "Masterpiece Mystery."

MAN: We found something!

CASSIE: We can't confirm anything until we get a DNA match.

SUNNY: Are you sure it was him?

That's just not true.

RAY: Where is she?!

What have you done to her?

You knew what I was when you married me.

(lights buzzing) CUMMING: "Unforgotten," next time on "Masterpiece Mystery."

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