Unforgotten

Police released details of a discovery made in East London.

CASSIE: Why would someone keep a body for 30 years?

Just gonna do the job.

Not get too involved.

HAMILTON: All of them were newly qualified coppers.

Am I a suspect here?

CASSIE: This changes everything.

(softly): Oh, God.

CASSIE: I have to see this case through now.

(thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) (distant siren blaring) (song playing in car, Terry singing along) I love you more and more Yeah, put it on top of the other one.

Easy.

(car door closes) That's it.

Just there, mate.

Oi!

Three-nil, mate, oh, my days.

F.A.

Cup, mate, who gives a toss?

You do, mate!

(chuckling) (objects clattering) Tel!

Yeah?

Ray!

What is it?

Hold the work, Gav!

Hold it.

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 (din of the street) No, no, the girls will do it.

SAL (on phone, chuckling): The girls?

Why would I pay someone to pack when I've got children I can exploit?

Wow.

Do they wanna do mine?

SUNNY: I'm sure we can come to some arrangement.

Listen, though, I gotta go.

SAL: Okay.

Will I see you tonight?

Don't know, got a feeling it's gonna be a late one.

I'll call you.

I love you.

SUNNY: Love you, too.

(nearby telephone ringing) You ready?

Yeah.

I'm good.

(water splashing) (places glass down, continues washing) What time you in?

1:00.

You want me to drive you?

Mm... no thanks.

I need to be on my own for half an hour.

(places dish down) Prepare myself.

Calm myself.

(wiping hands, sets towel down) Adam!

The estate agent's coming at 10:00.

I want you up!

21 years old.

Okay, well, I might as well head back down now, beat the afternoon traffic.

What, you're going back down?

Yeah, I've got that interview tomorrow.

Oh, yeah, of course, sorry, sorry...

I mean, I could try to reschedule.

No, no.

It's not a problem, I was just... (sighs) Right.

I'm coming up with a bucket of water!

(indistinct chatter, radio chatter) (engine stops) So I asked her to clean one little chimney, one tiny little chimney, and suddenly Social Services are involved.

I mean, it's not like she was a little kid or anything.

This was when she was 12, for crying out loud.

This is a joke, isn't it?

I get it.

Very funny.

Hello, boss.

Hey, Murray, tell me.

The owner found a body first thing.

Round the side of that heap there.

Obviously, we marked and filmed the spot where it was found.

Now, security is very good.

A lot of valuable metal on site, so the owner doesn't think it could have been dumped illicitly.

Out of hours, I mean.

So... Best guess is it was part of a regular drop.

Maybe inside something?

What are their records like?

Fully compliant.

I've asked for the last 48 hours to get started.

Good.

Let's have a look.

Morning.

Oh, hey, Sunny, how're you doing?

Yeah, fine, thanks, Leanne.

(exhales) Hm.

(picks up object) So what do we think age-wise-- 20, 30?

It's hard to tell for sure without teeth, but from the general condition of the body, yeah, a relatively young adult male.

Can you tell if the wounds were pre- or post-mortem?

I think post.

No obvious vital reaction around the wounds to the naked eye, but I need to take a closer look in the lab.

Yeah, also, this sort of mutilation is usually done post-mortem to facilitate disposal and obscure I.D.

Exactly.

Any obvious cause of death?

No, not that I can see.

I need to get him back to the lab and open him up.

All I can see externally that's odd is this.

Looks kind of wrinkled.

Yeah, and when I first saw it, I wasn't sure what it was, but it sort of looked familiar.

And after I took a temperature, I realized exactly what it was.

This was my thermometer.

It snapped in two after I tried to insert it.

I was more careful with my spare and got a reading.

The inside of the body is -15.

Frozen?

Solid.

And those marks... (sighs) You know when you put a piece of meat in the freezer without wrapping it properly and it develops a kind of weird wrinkle pattern?

I think that's what we have here.

(honking) (bhangra song playing) (song playing loudly in car) (music, engine stop) (car door closes, lock chirps) (din of the street) (bhangra song playing) What a day.

What a day.

No, that is definitely your color.

(laughs) Hey.

This is for you.

Thank you, Chacha Ram!

(door closes) (door closes) (Ram groans) (breathing heavily) You're late.

Oh, don't give me grief, mate.

I've got a monster hangover.

Hm... RAM (in Punjabi): (Ram's mother laughing) RAM'S MOTHER (in English): Ramjeet, my gorgeous boy.

How are you?

(sighs) Very well, Mama, happy birthday.

How are you today?

Oh, not so bad.

Yesterday not so good, but today is so-so... Ah...

If I'd had as many 70ths as you, I'd be pretty happy, you know.

(laughing) All right, Chuckles?

(TV playing in background) So who thinks they deserve a present?

Oh, you shouldn't have.

Oh... (exhales softly) 1.8.

And are we sure about carpet?

It's warmer.

Makes it feel more welcoming.

More like you're at home.

Although maybe people don't want to feel like they're at home.

Maybe they want to feel like they're in a medical setting.

Well, we can't afford real wood.

And veneer looks pony, so... Well, I'm just saying for the consulting rooms.

(sighing) Give it a bloody rest, Geoff, please?

It's just a suggestion.

I mean, I don't even want to be here.

This is not even my idea, so...

It's hard enough as it is without you spending money we do not have.

Carpet it is.

(cellphone ringing) Amy?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hang on.

Can you zip over to my brother's office tomorrow after work?

Why?

Just mortgage stuff.

Last few forms.

Is there a problem?

Well, apparently, you've been laundering money for the Russkies.

(exhales) 6:00 okay?

Fine.

Yeah, that's cool.

We'll be there at 6:00.

Yeah, and can you bring that statement of earnings?

FRAN: So why the hell would you screw a freezer door shut?

(grunts softly, opens door) Right.

(sighing): Well, that looks very much like blood to me.

And if it's his, we might just have a shout in finding out who he is and maybe where he comes from.

ANDREWS: They just won't budge.

I'm so sorry.

As I say, they're very happy with the first six months as sick leave, and they're happy to go half-pay for another six, but they just won't allow a medical retirement.

(distant siren blaring) Which obviously still leaves you three months shy of your full 30 years.

And I'm as angry as you are.

Because I know five years ago, they just would have waved this through without a second thought.

Maybe in five years, they will.

But... now?

You know what it's like, Cass.

They're still counting every single penny.

And what was that figure again?

What does it equate to exactly?

Um...

It's, uh... 124,467 pounds.

That I'd lose despite me not being able to come back three months ago.

Which they say-- they, not me-- is not the case.

And what (no audio) do they know, sir?

They're bean counters.

Never done a single day on the job in their lives.

Meaning they have not one single scintilla of an idea what 30 years of-- sorry, 29 years and nine months of doing this job does to a person.

29 years and nine months of having to mop up the... blood and the tears and the... rage and the despair, on a daily basis.

This judgment does not recognize that, sir.

This judgment... does not cut me any slack.

And again, I'm, I'm so sorry, Cass.

(snorts) Yeah, well, me, too.

I will need to go back to them.

What do you want me to say?

I don't know, I need to think.

(exhales) (birds twittering, squawking) (humming) Hey, Eugenia.

Hello, Elizabeth.

I'm going to head straight up.

Yeah.

(Mahler's Fifth Symphony playing on headphones) Hello, Mum.

Don't!

(music continues) (music ends, Eileen exhales) Sorry.

Mahler's Fifth, fourth movement.

Can't really cut that short.

Right.

You never really caught that particular bug, did you?

What bug's that?

Music.

I love music.

Proper music, I mean.

Nothing but classical is proper, is it?

I know your father always found that rather disappointing.

He would have loved to have shared his passion with you.

Oh, well.

We found lots else to share.

(Eileen chuckles) Not really.

So what have you planned today, then?

Oh, today I'm going roller-skating.

And tonight I thought I might head into town and try a club.

Oh, we're in that sort of mood, are we?

Today I will be mainly lying in bed, Elizabeth, wishing I was dead.

Because everyone I ever loved, liked, or enjoyed spending time with already is.

(quietly): Right.

Well, thanks for that.

Well, if you will ask such asinine questions...

Okay.

Enjoy your lunch.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Elizabeth?

This soup is cold.

(zipping bag) I'll ask Eugenia to heat it up.

(footsteps retreating) (police radio chatter) (phone camera clicks) Okay, I'm going to get straight on to that now, boss.

Okay, no worries-- I'll head back with Murray.

So this model was only manufactured between 1998 and 2008, discontinued 12 years ago.

Is that useful?

What, in terms of working out how long he's been dead, you mean?

Could have just stuck it in this one last week.

Just pulled this out of the back pocket of his tracksuit.

(chuckling): Oh, man, a Marathon!

FRAN: What's a Marathon?

A Snickers, that's what they used to call them.

FRAN: They used to call Snickers Marathon?

Didn't they do a reboot of Marathon, last year or...?

Did they?

This looks like paper, though.

Wouldn't the reboot have been plastic?

Yeah, maybe.

When did they change it?

Originally, I mean?

God knows-- ten years ago?

20?

What did we do before Google?

How was life even worth living?

DEAN: Yeah, there are three ways that you make money from a charity event, Jill.

This is before, on, and after the night.

And by far, the most important of those is after.

That's where the real money's made.

So, it... it would be great to get some more lots for the auction.

But we've got less than a week to go and I think our priority now has to be to get those last two tables sold.

Yeah, and the richer the better, please.

(laughs) Yeah.

Okay, well... yeah, lovely to talk to you, too.

And thank you so much for all your hard work so far.

Yeah, and I'll see you Wednesday.

Yeah, okay, bye-bye.

(deep inhale, clears throat) (exhales) (exhales) MARNIE (distantly): Dean!

(breathing heavily): You've got to see this.

("Head, Shoulder, Knees and Toes" playing loudly) And mouth and nose (Jack laughing) Head, shoulders, knees, and toes, knees and toes Uh...

I thought we were practicing spelling our names today!

Oh, my God!

Head Shoulders, knees, and toes (laughing) Go on.

You sing, Dad!

(Jack laughing) I can't stand here and sing, Jack.

I've got very important meetings to go to, I'm a very important man.

Mum?

Oh, I don't know, um...

I think we'd all like to hear you sing.

And, and dance.

(laughing) (quietly): If this ends up on Facebook, you're dead to me.

(laughing) WOMAN (on TV): Head, shoulders, knees, and toes (laughing): Ready?

Head Shoulders, knees, and toes Touch your toes!

Eyes (laughing): Ears Mouth Nose That's it.

Head, shoulders, knees, and toes, knees and toes (distant siren blaring) SUNNY: I'm so sorry.

CASSIE: Yeah.

What are you going to do?

What can I do?

There's always projects, Cass, jump on one of those.

Or take a job in admin or...

I'm not taking a job in admin.

(chuckling): Okay.

Well, come back in with us, then.

And lose it again?

It was one man.

You think.

It was everything, Sunny.

It was Finch, it was 30 years of doing this (no audio), it was the Walker case, what I did.

What we did.

Everything.

You know, being away from it, the questions fade.

They don't go away, but they fade.

I don't know what to say, Cass.

No, me, neither.

How's John?

Yeah, good, thanks.

And the boys?

Uh, Addie's driving me nuts, but, yeah, all good in the broad scheme of things.

How's your dad?

(inhales deeply) I told you it was rapid onset?

Hmm.

Um...

So lots of memory issues, obviously, but lots of anger, too, and depression.

How aware d'you think he is of it all?

Oh, often very, which is where the mood swings come from.

It's completely terrifying for him.

(smacks lips) Cass, I'm really sorry.

I'd better head.

(clears throat) Ran in to Jake earlier.

He told me about the case.

Fiver if you know when Marathons changed to Snickers.

2000.

Way out-- 1990.

(laughing): Oh, wow.

Where did my life go?

Yeah, the victim, um, had a Marathon wrapper in his pocket.

We're checking it for DNA.

And Jake said you think he'd been kept in a freezer?

Pretty sure now.

The lab's confirmed traces of blood in a freezer found near the body.

What, and you're thinking he'd been in there since the '90s?

Dunno.

(sighing): Weird... Why would someone keep a body for 30 years?

Do you know yet how it got to the dump?

Well, Murray's going through their records and we're checking mispers two years either side of 1990.

The victim had a Millwall tat on his arm, which will help.

Hm.

I gotta go.

(soft chuckle) It's lovely to see you.

Sorry I'm grumpy.

Well, luckily, I'm very nice, so I forgive you.

(laughs) When you find the right vehicle, check to see what else they dumped.

'Cause there might be a second freezer that has the rest of him in it?

Still got it.

(phone unlocks) (din of the street) (cars honking, shouting outside) (door opens) BAL: Ah, of course, the windowsill.

(door closes) What is it with you and the windowsill?

Reminds me of where I came from, innit, bruv?

Mm.

Reminds me of a day, 40 years ago, sitting here, looking down, feeling half-petrified, half, "Hell, yeah."

First time ever we showed them we weren't the smiley, waggly-headed, "It ain't half-hot, man" they wanted us to be.

Mm...

It's good to be reminded of that every once in a while.

(chuckles) (sighs) 'Cause we both know it ain't over.

Nowhere near.

No, no, that's really helpful, thanks.

Thank you.

So, serial number on the freezer?

It links to a purchase made in August 2001 from a branch of Curry's in Croydon.

Please tell me you have a name.

I have a name: Mr. Robert Fogerty.

Brilliant-- address?

Address no longer existing.

It was a block of flats demolished seven years ago.

Sorry, did you just say Fogerty?

Yeah.

I was just on the phone to the firm that dumped the freezer.

They're a household clearance firm.

And they're actually contracted by Haringey Council, but a house they cleared, the house the freezer came from, was owned by a Mr. Robert Fogerty.

Get in!

"Was"?

He died two months ago.

(exhales) (locks engage) (indistinct chatter, telephone ringing) DEAN: Hi, Claire.

Oh, hi, Dean.

Uh, these need signing.

It's the Morrison contracts.

Okay.

And then these are the V.A.T.

exemptions for the Belgian deal.

Right.

And then a man called Felix called?

Felix?

Yeah, no message, just asked if you could call him ASAP.

He said you'd know what it was about.

Right, okay.

Um... Can you take that to the post for me?

Sure.

Thanks.

(indistinct chatter, telephone ringing) (clicks mouse) (clicks mouse) Hey.

Hello.

You're not meant to be here.

Yeah, I changed the interview to next week.

(sighing) Oh, my love... That is very sweet of you, thank you.

(sighs) I'm so pleased to see you.

Oh, what a great day I've had.

They didn't.

Yeah, they did.

(sighs) 'Cause of three lousy months?

Listen, I need to be at my dad's in half an hour, so I'm gonna have a quick shower, and then I'll tell you about it on the way.

SUNNY: So he lived here alone?

NIGEL: Yeah, he'd been dead about six weeks, they reckon, so you can imagine the state of him.

House was disgusting, as well-- rubbish everywhere.

JAKE: And do you know what he died of?

NIGEL: Heart attack, they think.

He weren't old.

Late 40s, apparently, but the neighbors said he drank from morning to night.

So this is where it was.

It was still plugged in, electricity still on.

Had this odd bracket on it so you couldn't open it.

SUNNY: Okay.

You didn't think it was unusually heavy?

I didn't really give it any thought, to be honest.

Money was rubbish, it always is for the council.

It was a get in and get out job.

Plus, we knew it was going to the dump, anyway, so... And there was definitely no other freezer in the house.

No.

Hm.

And what about everything else, his... the furniture, personal possessions?

It's at our warehouse waiting to get sorted.

Okay.

And no relatives took anything before you came in.

There were no relatives.

No will, apparently, no nothing.

Okay, so D.C. Collier here will need to go through everything that you removed from the house.

Why?

Because the body that we found in this freezer, sir, was not whole.

And you might be storing the rest of him.

Eh?

(footsteps ascending) CASSIE: Bottom line, I know, unequivocally, I don't want to go back.

I've already given the job everything I have.

So the only other option is giving up the money.

And, for what it's worth, I think we could absolutely manage without it.

And if it were just you and me, yeah, I think we could.

But I have no idea what my dad might need in the next year or two.

So, I think, I actually have no choice.

(words catching) (keys clacking) (clicks mouse) (telephone ringing) D.I.

Sunny Khan.

Oh, hi, Leanne, how are you doing?

(keys clacking) Yeah, all good.

Good.

So... (clicks mouse) I've got 31 blokes here who chose to get a Millwall tattoo.

31.

I will never cease to be amazed by the vagaries of human nature.

So no obvious cause of death.

LEANNE (on phone): Not with what I have.

Nothing from toxicology, either, which would suggest if there is anything to find, it's going to be with the head.

So we need the rest of him.

LEANNE: Please.

I'll call you.

LEANNE: Okay.

Bye.

(computer chirps, receiver replaced) (clicks mouse) (clicking mouse) MARTIN: Well, I think they're perfectly within their rights.

Really?

Listen, they want and need people to stay for 30 years.

So if they start making exceptions for someone... (chuckling): ...who's just had enough... "Just had enough"?

Tomorrow, some bloke comes along and says, "Oh, well, in that case, can I finish six months earlier?"

I think you're slightly missing the point, Dad.

I haven't "just had enough," I've been off sick.

Yeah, well, that's another bloody con.

Another what?

Cass... MARTIN: I mean, you lot, you take a day off if you break a... A thing, um... What's that at the end of my... Fingernail.

A fingernail!

And who pays for it, eh?

Us.

Bloody muggins taxpayers.

Your sick pay... (laughing): Your pension... (laughing): I'd have died to have had a pension like you get!

Which I have been paying into for 30 years.

No, 29 years and nine months, I think you'll find.

We should be heading, early start tomorrow.

(girls arguing indistinctly) (arguing continues) Cassie...

Sorry about that, it's not him, it's...

I know, it's fine, and I'm sure you have it much worse than me.

No, he seems okay with me.

And listen, obviously, tonight wasn't the right time, but when you get a moment, I know he wants to talk to you about his will.

His will?

He keeps mentioning it.

It's making him stressed, so how about I call you, and we get a date in the diary?

Sure, whatever.

Night, Jenny.

Bye.

(birds twittering) MOLLY: And then each month is basically a montage of the photos taken of us that month in the last 11 years.

GEOFF: Oh, Molls, that is so lovely, thank you-- she's going to love that.

Did you hear that, matey?

What?

Have you sorted something out for Mother's Day?

SAM: Mother's Day?

GEOFF (quietly): Oh, my God, Sam, I have reminded you a thousand times!

FIONA: Okay, come on, guys, we're late.

(door opens) ANDREWS: Well, if you're sure.

'Cause there are any number of projects I could assign you to.

Your skills would be invaluable.

No, if I have to be here, I might as well do what I do.

And I'm up to speed on the Fogerty case, so I'll start straightaway on that, if that's okay.

Sure, and I'll get Occ Health to devise a structured return timetable, ease you in.

Whatever.

It's only three months, Cass.

FIONA: It's a good thing to remind them of.

Even if it does feel forced.

Sorry?

Sunday!

Mother's Day.

Oh.

Yeah.

(turn signal clicking) The messed-up families I see on a daily basis.

And not having known my own parents.

It's good to remind them just how lucky they are.

(laughs) Have a good day.

(woman speaking indistinctly) Morning, Pearl.

Morning, Fiona.

(birds twittering) Elizabeth?

Do you have five minutes?

I'm actually in a bit of a rush, Eugenia, but... Yeah, sure.

What's up?

I'm thinking of leaving.

Gosh.

Right, uh...

I am sorry to hear that.

Do you mind if I ask why?

The work is... hard.

Your mother can be difficult.

I'm sure you know this.

Yes.

But it's a good job.

It's satisfying, and worthwhile, I hope.

And I'm lucky, I know this.

But I'm struggling with the money.

I've been working here for three years and my pay has only gone up by one pound an hour in that time.

Which is actually more than inflation and more than the going rate for the job.

I'm sure.

All I can say is, I struggle.

I'm not greedy, but rent goes up, heating bills go up, and I'm working as many hours as I can possibly work, but... (sighs) Life is very hard for me and my daughter.

Very hard.

And I don't want to lose you.

Maybe we can speak at the end of the week?

Please, I would appreciate that very much.

Okay, no problem.

And thank you for listening.

(shaky breathing) (inhales, exhales deeply) (card reader beeps) (indistinct chatter) Morning.

Morning.

Hi, boss.

Morning.

Hiyah.

Morning.

Morning.

(distant telephone ringing) So what did you say to them?

What you told me to: that you didn't want a fuss.

Yeah, more of a fuss than that.

That was like I went out to get a cup of bleedin' tea.

(laughs) You okay?

Yeah.

Just gonna keep my head down, Sunny.

Do the job.

Not get too involved.

It'll be fine.

It will.

(exhales) So, Fogerty, where are we?

Okay, um, so we got one little tickle on the intel system.

A PNC record for a drink drive conviction from 1990.

1990?

Marathon year, okay, interesting.

Exactly.

Um, it said there are further details on the microfiche, so I've made an application to get them.

Good.

Jake's on his way to the house clearance company to go through everything they took and didn't dump.

Yep.

And, most importantly, we're pretty sure we've identified the victim.

Mr. Fogerty, I presume.

(rain falling heavily) (heartbeat thumping) NURSE: And that's its heart there.

God... You never get blas about seeing their hearts for the first time, do you?

What number's this, then?

My, my third, her first.

Oh, congratulations!

Thank you.

My first day on this unit.

Oh, well, we'll stick together, then.

And they said on your site you could tell us the sex.

We can, but not this early, I'm afraid.

Mm-mm... Look at him, he's literally going to explode with impatience.

Well, at least he's in the right place.

(chuckling) (softly): God... (heartbeat thumping) Just remind me of your age again, Mum.

46.

Why d'you need to know her age?

Oh, no, no.

All good, tell you what, just wait ten seconds and I'm gonna have a quick word with my colleague.

You... (door opens) Why d'you need to... (door closes) Can't get the staff these days.

(telephone ringing) We think his name was Matthew Kieran Walsh, otherwise known as Matt.

He was 24 years old when he disappeared.

He was an apprentice electrician.

This was one of several photos given to the original investigation by his girlfriend at the time, a Karen Chambers.

If you compare the tattoo to the one from the autopsy, you can see this distinct snake design is pretty unique.

I've been on Millwall tattoo websites and I've not seen anything else like it.

When did he go missing?

MURRAY: He was last seen on the 30th March 1990 near Copsefield Park, West Hendon, which is about a mile from where he lived, actually.

And any good leads at the time?

I'm trying to locate the original files.

All that's just from the misper database.

Okay.

And do we have any next of kin?

We're trying to find the most up-to-date contact details right now.

I'll come straight down.

JANET: Well, it's not too late.

I mean, she's going to hate it anyway.

ELIZABETH: She'll be okay, as long as we sit her next to your friends.

(laughing): It's just mine she'll be unbearably snobby to.

(both laughing) All I'm saying... JANET: All I'm saying... ...is, this is meant to be the happiest day of our life.

It will be.

And I just don't want that evil old cow to spoil anything.

I have to invite her, babe, she's my mum.

She won't spoil anything.

I promise, I won't let her.

You're a mystery to me sometimes, Elizabeth Baildon.

I would have put her out to pasture years ago.

Come on.

Present list.

(indistinct chatter, distant siren blaring) SUNNY: Hey.

Hey.

This just came through, which is interesting.

The front page of the Fogerty drink drive stop.

Oh, yeah.

So first of all, the time, date, and where he was stopped.

11:37 at night, March the 30th, 1990, on Colbridge Road, which turns out to be less than a mile away from the location of the last known sighting of Matthew Walsh, which was walking down Townmead Road near Copsefield Park at 10:55.

So less than a mile away on exactly the same night.

Oh.

Okay.

So this is good, no?

Yeah, I think so.

'Cause here you've got Walsh, spotted alive and well, just before 11:00.

And then you've got the guy in whose house we find Walsh's body stopped in his car just down the road 40 minutes later.

With, we might reasonably presume, Walsh's body now in the car?

Yeah, I think if you're a gambling man, that's a strong possibility.

No, that's all fine.

That all fits.

What's curious is when you read the traffic officer's notes on the arrest.

What was the cop's name?

Alan Hamilton, so if you look at his notes there, you'll see that when Fogerty was pulled over... Oh, wow.

There were four other people in the car with him.

(phone ringing out) DEAN: Hi, is that Felix?

FELIX (on phone): Yup.

Hi, Felix, it's Dean, Dean Barton.

FELIX: Dean Barton, hey, mate, long time.

Thanks for getting back to me.

Yeah, no problem, sorry it, it took a while, I couldn't find your number anywhere.

FELIX: No worries.

So what's up?

FELIX: Well, listen, Dean, bottom line, I need a favor.

Oh, yeah?

What sort of favor?

FELIX: I've been let down by a massive shipment.

With its passage, I mean, from Calais to here.

And I was wondering if you could possibly help me out.

Yeah, I don't do that anymore, Felix.

You know that.

It's 11 years now.

(chuckles) (clears throat) I don't have the contacts anymore.

I'm just an ordinary businessman these days.

So I'm not the guy.

Um, you need someone else.

I mean, how much are we even talking about?

(locks engage) (laughter, chatter) HAMILTON: Well, weirdly, I actually remember this incident remarkably well.

CASSIE: Oh, okay.

(chuckles): Good.

Why?

'Cause it was so strange.

Nothing like this had ever happened to me before, or indeed ever happened again.

Wow.

Go on.

So, as it says here, the car was speeding, that's why we pulled it over, and when the driver got out, Fogerty, I could smell alcohol on his breath.

He didn't seem drunk, but we did a test and he failed it, so obviously I had to nick him.

Which is when he started to cry.

And he was a big lad, tall, but he was crying like a child, like he was utterly brokenhearted.

It was upsetting, you know, because, well, he seemed like a nice enough kid.

I mean, he'd been silly, but as I said to him, he'd get a couple of points on his license and a year ban, but it wasn't the end of the world.

Hm.

Which is when he told me.

He was driving back from a party in Hendon.

A celebration party?

A celebration party for what?

Passing out.

No.

He was a probationer who just qualified, and he was crying because he knew... (chuckling): He knew he just screwed his entire career.

And the others, in the car.

Had they been at the same party?

HAMILTON: Yeah.

That's why it's stayed in my head all these years.

Because all five of them were newly qualified coppers.

(click) SUNNY: The case of a murder involving any of these four is paper-thin.

CASSIE: It won't be, trust me.

I want to know who those passengers were and if any of them are still serving coppers.

EILEEN: I could tell you a thing or two that would make your hair turn gray.

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