New Tricks s02e08 Episode Script
17 Years of Nothing
Kempton? Morning.
Wetherby, 3:00, Mission Accomplished, 20 quid on the nose.
It was 16-to-1.
- What are you doing? - Gerry´s bets.
Last week his winnings amounted to £1,873.
- Well, I hope you´re pleased with yourself.
- Jack.
Yes, you see, because of you, I didn´t put any money on them.
These are the bets I would have made if I was still gambling, but now I´m reformed, now it plays no part in my life, I can´t stop bloody winning! Don´t read the papers, then.
I´m a man.
We all read the papers.
Backwards.
Starting with the sporting pages.
It´s all right, it´s okay Doesn´t really matter if you´re old and grey It´s all right, I say, it´s okay Listen to what I say It´s all right, doing fine Doesn´t really matter if the sun don´t shine It´s all right.
I say, it´s okay We´re getting to the end of the day Morning.
This is Professor lan Mears, the Home Office Pathologist for Southeast London.
I´ve just been telling him how passionate you all are about your work.
October 1987, I was a humble pathologist based in Catford.
Do any of you know Catford? - Oh, yeah.
- Yeah.
One particularly wild and windy morning, I was summoned to an area of deciduous woodland just inside the M25, where an errant schoolboy had recently discovered the partial remains of a young female.
Giston Mount.
- It that her name? - It´s where we found her.
The remains comprised little more than a few ribs, a thigh, half of a hip and portions of the digestive tract.
However, there was clear evidence that the remains had been semi-expertly dissected.
Ergo, it became a murder enquiry.
Unfortunately, our failure to identify the victim saw the case stall, stutter and subsequently cease altogether.
- Professor Mears - Call me Reynard.
- I thought your name was lan.
- I don´t like lan.
Professor Mears has spent a great deal of time attempting to restart this case.
Unfortunately, without success.
However, I read about your exciting new initiative and I thought, ´´Ha ha, perfect! ´´ Now, I have conducted and yet these remains remain my only unidentified victim.
But since 1987, advances in clinical and forensic pathology have meant that our chances of success have improved - What, dramatically? - Exponentially.
So it´s a mystery.
And like all good mysteries Mysterious? Clearly the bulk of material pertaining to this case resides outwith this sample, but I have managed to collate, categorise and catalogue the vast bulk of the evidence.
And I leave copies here for you to acquaint yourself with.
So, shall we say tomorrow at my lab? We usually have biscuits around 10.
They´re my treat.
- Au revoir.
- Bye-bye.
- Au revoir.
- Bye.
I take it all back.
You´re perfectly normal.
- Sir, this is - I know.
Unfortunately, Professor Mears has support from a very high level.
His lab is in West Wickham.
The address is on the box.
WOT.
I didn´t say anything.
- No.
WOT.
- W-O-T, Waste Of Time.
That´s my girl.
There.
Yeah, that´s what I was talking about.
- There, and there, and there.
- Yeah.
Sawn.
Semi-expertly.
Surgeon, butcher? Baker, candlestick-maker? Who´s to say? (DOOR OPENING) Good morning.
- Ah.
- Aha.
- Did you read this? - I started.
Reynard supplemented an essentially conventional identification and data catalogue system with a binary index code, so that no two items ever appear without complementary references or an explanatory addenda.
I wondered if that was it.
It is unusual, it´s unique and in relation to Millicent - Millicent? - It´s what Reynard calls - Millicent.
And as such quite - Invaluable.
They´re starting to finish each other´s sentences.
We can unfreeze her, if necessary, to take samples.
How old when she died? - 18 to 25? - Not much there, is there? - No, but - There´s something.
- Isn´t that why UCOS - Came into being? Absolutely.
It´s a load of skin and bone with no identifying features.
We know bugger all about her.
On the contrary, we know a huge amount.
She´s female, aged 18 to 25, - red hair - Red? Bright red.
Also, she´d eaten a meal recently of some kind, meat, blood group O.
And, of course, I´ve since managed to codify her DNA.
We found pollen grains on her body, which were unrelated to the area where she was found.
And last but not least, Millicent was suffering from syphilis.
Encouraged by your interest, I have managed to arrange to have re-testing of tissue samples.
- Tea and biscuits, everyone? - Oh, yes, please.
- Why Millicent? - My daughter´s rabbit, after the fox got her.
Do you know what´s great about this case? It´s nearly impossible.
I´m sorry, how does that make it great? SANDRA: Right.
Well, then, if we are going to succeed, most important of all we need to find out who she was.
Who was Millicent? Then, why was she killed? How on earth did she manage to disappear without trace? And why did the killer cut her up? To remove all identifying features? Ease of transportation, disposal and/or concealment? He was a nutter.
Oh, sorry, psychopath.
Gerry, you check with the original SIO.
DCI Tom Powell, wasn´t it? Retired.
Oh, excuse me, could you open the door for us, please? Brian, you liaise with Professor Mears and take over forensics.
Jack, go through the files, and I´ll try and track down Michael Megson, - the boy who found - Millicent.
Yeah, Millicent.
(GERRY AND BRIAN CHATTERING) BRIAN: The right identification.
JACK: To take the whole thing on again.
- It´s not logical, though.
- No, no, hang on.
- Of course, it is.
- Shush! Shut up! Bloody hell! Right.
Jack, one at a time.
Missing persons? Blank.
I also went through the National DNA Database.
Nothing.
Well, that´s not a surprise, is it? And because the killer seemed to have some knowledge of anatomy, DCI Powell had checked every doctor, vet and butcher within a 20 mile radius of the wood.
Nothing.
BRIAN: M25 is just down the road.
Killer could have come from anywhere.
How was Powell? Did you get anything out of him? Saliva.
Saliva, as in dribble.
No, he´s in a nursing home.
Ga-ga.
Thought I was the Commissioner.
Oh, completely ga-ga.
Me and Reynard had a great day.
- He´s got this fantastic assistant.
- Blimey, now there´s three of them.
From measurements taken from the thigh bone, they´ve worked out an idea of Millicent´s size and shape, weight even.
Five foot seven, eight stone, skinny, ectomorph.
- Ecto what? - Ectomorph.
Where a person´s build is characterised by lightness, weakness, lack of weight.
Intellectual processes, inhibitions, alertness predominate.
- Like Esther.
- Oh, thank you.
As opposed to endomorphs, who are big-boned, heavy, sluggish, prone to fatness.
- Like you, Gerry.
- Thanks very much.
Great.
So that narrows it down to, what, about a million? No, it´s much less than that.
She´s got red hair.
Well, now we´ve got something to go on.
I´ll just get some more water, shall I? - You lot are hopeless.
- Why? Five foot seven, thin, 25 to 28, it could be his daughter.
- I contacted Megson.
- Uh-huh.
The boy who found Millicent? We spoke on the phone.
When I told him about the scene of crime, he agreed to take us there.
- Oh, good.
- Great.
- What, to the woods? - Yeah.
Well, it would be a good idea to go and see it, and anyway, it might help jog his memory.
Yeah, good thinking, Batman.
Esther, thank you so much.
That was absolutely lovely, but I´m full.
Thank you.
- You´re not leaving that, are you? - ESTHER: Brian.
Look at all the meat on that.
Michael Megson? I´m Superintendent Pullman.
Can you prove it? JACK: October 17th, 1987, you were here.
- You were 10 at the time, am I right? - No.
Nine and three quarters.
And this is the first time you´ve been back? No.
I´ve been back a few times.
You know, over the years.
To try and - It must have been quite a shock.
- Big shock.
- You were alone? - All the doctors said so.
Yeah, I´m sure.
Shall we? Yeah, this way.
You know, I still suffer from the after-effects.
- PTSD.
- PT what? Post-traumatic stress disorder.
Ulcer, eczema and then there are the neurological symptoms.
Well, that´s the country for you, isn´t it? I mean, you never hear people in London saying, ´´That´s what´s wrong with the people in the country.
´´They don´t understand the city, ´´ do you? Well, I understand the country, all right, too bloody well, mate.
There.
Come on! MICHAEL: This is a very unusual place.
I mean, you can feel things in there.
Hear things.
What sort of things? I don´t know.
It´s just a feeling, just strange.
I´m sorry.
I´m sorry.
I can´t.
- SANDRA: Can´t what? - Go in.
- Stop messing around, Gerry.
- No, no, I mean it.
I can´t.
I´m sorry.
I can´t go into the woods.
- I understand.
- No, you don´t.
It hasn´t got anything to do with funny noises and eczema.
- It´s hylophobia.
- What? Hylophobia.
Fear of forests and woods.
I´ve had it since I was a kid.
Why, did something happen when you were Oh, come on.
Look, just leave it, will you, Brian? Okay, well, you wait here, and we´ll see you in a bit.
Yeah, thank you.
Thank you.
It was a bit different back then, more broken and fallen down trees, and a bit more light in parts but, you know, just as - How´s the ulcer? - Yeah.
Here.
This is it.
- So, where were the - Bits? remains? There and there, and there was also a piece just there.
Weird.
See? I told you.
(SHUSHING) Listen.
(BIRDS SQUAWKING) Okay, I think that´s enough.
(RUSTLING) It´s on a ley line, Giston Mount, did you know? - No.
- Been there since before the Romans, ancient.
You know, some people think that that´s We´ll be in touch if we need to see you again.
Okay? Okay.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye.
You forget, don´t you? They´re out there in general circulation, the strange ones.
You don´t think he could´ve done it, do you? Megson? I mean, maybe he was on drugs or something and it - SANDRA: He was just 10.
- Nine and three quarters.
Well, nine-year-old boys can be fairly evil.
- Is that from personal experience? - In a wood? (MOBILE RINGING) Hang on.
Pullman.
No, no, we´re not that far.
We could be right with you.
Okay, we´ll see you in a minute.
Bye-bye.
That was the Professor.
There have been developments.
- Good morning.
- Morning.
Ah, I don´t think you´ve met.
This is my assistant, Victoria Lawless.
- Vicky.
Hi.
- Hello.
Victoria is currently researching her PhD.
Hello, Vicky.
I´m Gerry Standing.
Brian told me about you, but I had no idea that you were such a - So what have you got for us? - Yes, first things first.
While waiting on the forensic results, I looked at the original notes.
It´s clear that the partly digested meal was not simply meat, but some kind of sausage.
Well, how did you work that out? Because of the make-up of the sample.
plus pepper, saltpetre and certain trace elements.
No, that´s not sausage meat.
It´s salami.
Saltpetre with that much salt is a long-lasting preservative.
And I would guess that the peppercorn was either whole or part-cracked - and not grounded, am I right? - Yes.
Yes, you are.
- Yeah, I know a bit about food.
- Brilliant.
Unfortunately, we´re going to have to wait for the results of the new tests before we can isolate what kind of meat it is.
It´s probably pork with maybe beef and even donkey as an outside bet.
Donkey? Yeah, they use it a lot in Sardinian salami, and other parts of Italy.
Now, the real problem you´ve got is there are masses of different types, like French, German, Danish, Hungarian.
I mean, there´s over a hundred odd types in Italy alone.
There´s a little delicatessen that I use where we could - What else? - Ah, well, marks on Millicent´s bones are highly consistent with her having been extensively masticated.
Given where she was found, that would suggest it was by wild animals.
- Foxes or something like that? - No, not foxes.
How do you know? Well, tell me if I´m right.
Foxes or any member of the dog family, usually gnaws at bones leaving striations before the bone breaks.
But here the bites go straight across.
They´re clean.
No.
Whatever snapped this had much bigger and more powerful jaws.
Textbook.
Was there any evidence to suggest that the victim had been drugged? Impossible to say, given the state of the remains.
You mentioned some unusual pollen grains.
Have you had any further ideas about them? - Yes, we have.
They´re from the ginkgo tree.
- Ginkgo? Ginkgo Biloba? Also known as the maidenhair tree.
Originally from China and probably the world´s oldest deciduous tree.
Planted a lot in the States because of its ability to withstand urban pollution, but in this country mostly found in domestic and botanical gardens.
Not rare but unusual.
I like to garden.
You have the most remarkable team of detectives, Superintendent.
Oh, yes.
Everyone an expert.
I´m now looking to DNA and bone marrow to try and extrapolate more specific information about her.
Hopefully, in the next few days.
Exciting.
(DOORBELL RINGING) Jack, you believe in the spirit world, don´t you? (PANTING) Do you think it´s possible for a particular place to retain the spiritual residue of a crime that may have been committed in that exact same space? What? Could the gruesome elements of a crime result in a person´s spectral essence returning to re-inhabit the locale where it had once been expunged? Well Or is it just Megson planting images in me brain? You know, making me see things? The power of auto-suggestion can be immensely strong in certain situations.
That´s what it is.
So when I think I´ve seen things or heard things, yeah, it´s just that.
A representation of a mind construct resulting from an earlier and pre-existing illusory projection.
It´s possible.
- Thank you, Jack.
- You´re welcome.
- JACK: Mind the paint.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Where have you been? - He´s been with me, Esther.
He said he was going for a takeaway.
(CHUCKLING) I don´t think he was that hungry.
Thanks, Jack.
Esther.
What do you think, Mary? Can you explain it? Him? Brian? I mean, is it really possible for the spirit of something to remain behind, taking hold of a particular place? Why? How? I mean, how could that happen? So the killer starts off with an entire body and reduces it to portions.
(SIGHING) He cuts off the head, arms and legs, but in this case, thigh´s still attached.
Night.
Hm.
(WHISPERING) Legs.
Esther? Esther? Ow.
So young, and to die so - Oh, it´s a horrible way to die.
- Is there a good way? Yes, in bed, at home, surrounded by your friends and family.
Yes.
Gerry and Brian not in yet? They´ve already been and gone, checking out Special Clinics.
How was Brian? Did he seem a bit Good morning.
And it is a good morning, I promise you.
I bring you tidings of comfort and joy.
Really? Is, um Is Mr Standing not here? Gerry? No.
Why? Victoria, uncork the genie.
You will recall that Victoria was awaiting certain tests.
Well, these are they.
Yale University has devised a computer programme that analyses thousands of human DNA samples taken worldwide.
These samples show patterns within the DNA that isolate the donors geographically.
On feeding in Millicent´s DNA, the programme examines it for similar patterns.
The greater the number of hits, the more certain we can be about where her DNA originated.
Millicent´s are the red dots.
Historically, it´s clear that Millicent´s DNA is most likely to have originated here.
Scandinavia.
Denmark or Sweden? This would explain why she´s not listed as missing in this country.
Ah.
Alas, no.
It merely tells us where her antecedents came from.
Oh, she came over in a longship? So, what´s the point? Well, there´s Viking blood not just in Scandinavia, but all over the UK.
- Scotland, Ireland - Northeast England.
That´s where Victoria comes into her own.
Well, you´re not a Geordie.
My PhD deals with the mineral content of human bones.
As we grow, chemical elements in the water we drink are absorbed into our skeletal system.
By analysing the isotopes of those elements we can match them to geological data to reveal where the water came from, and thus the person who drank it.
As they were growing up? That´s what I´ve done with Millicent.
Once we have those results, coupled with these, we should be able to narrow down her place of origin considerably.
I, um, I also made progress with the stomach contents.
Ah, that´s why you wanted to talk to Gerry.
Well, I wanted to congratulate him.
He was right.
It is some kind of salami.
Danish? Ah, don´t know.
He´s He´s very appealing, isn´t he, Gerry? I mean, he´s so eager and so responsive, so interested in what you´re saying.
It´s rare.
He reminds me of my dad.
What a lovely person you are.
I said it was a Special Clinic.
Yes, I know you said it was a Special Clinic.
And I thought that meant it was special.
You know, like it dealt with special illnesses.
You didn´t say anything about the clap.
No, no, no, the clap is historically slang for gonorrhoea.
We´re talking about syphilis here.
Yes, okay, 4:30.
Yes, I´ll see you then.
Okay, bye-bye.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- My name´s Gerry Standing.
- Do you have an appointment? - No.
- Well, I´m sorry, the clinic is appointment only.
No, no, we´re not here for treatment.
We´re here on police business.
- Oh.
- You see, the Met´s been inundated with patients complaining that their files have been accessed illegally.
So we need to check your computer system safeguards to ensure that this clinic isn´t vulnerable.
Okay, take a seat.
Thank you.
Syphilis is a notifiable disease.
The names of all the patients will be held here via a nationwide database.
We just need to access lists of female patients three months before Millicent died.
Why only three months? Because if you get a dose, you´re not going to hang around before you get it looked at, are you? I mean, it´s a month, two months at most, - before the symptoms begin to - Mr Standing? - Do you want to follow me? - I certainly do.
- Begin to what? - Shut up.
Right, so how far do you want me to go back so I don´t see any of your current patients´ names? - Well, then 19 87? - Yeah, fine.
- Yeah, all right? I take it you haven´t been here all that time.
- Longer.
- No! - Mm-hm.
- Blimey.
All those people, all those afflictions.
- Well, I never get to see - No, please, no, don´t.
- Must put you right off, though? - Put me off? - Yeah, you know? - No.
- No? - Well, not that I´ve noticed.
Oh! - Oh, no! Look what - Don´t worry.
- Oh, sorry! - I can just get under and pick them up.
Thanks.
- It´s okay.
- Is it? Yeah.
(GERRY EXCLAIMING) Oh, did you bang it? (BOTH LAUGHING) That´s the first time I´ve banged it under a table.
- Why are some blue and some red? - Blues for the males.
Just grab hold of that for me.
No, it´s fine.
Everything´s fine.
Good.
Well, you could think about putting in a firewall but that´s probably not necessary.
- Okay.
So will you need to come back? - I won´t.
Yeah, maybe.
You never know.
- Okay.
- Thank you very much.
- Bye.
- Bye-bye.
(BRIAN CHUCKLING) - What? - She liked you.
Yeah, I know.
Scary, isn´t it? - Gynophobia.
- What? That´s the fear of women.
You ever try and do anything about it? I´m not afraid of women.
No, I mean the woods thing? The hylophopia.
Well, yeah.
Yeah, a few times, including the other day.
Didn´t work, did it? What are you doing? I´ve I´ve got to be in, well, out early this morning.
(DOORBELL RINGING) Oh.
- Jack.
- Morning, Esther.
- Look, I´m sorry about the other night.
- Not at all.
If you´d shot him, no jury would convict.
Is he in? No, he´s already gone.
He said he was in early.
Oh, right.
Bye.
BRIAN: Is it possible for a particular place to retain the spiritual residue of a crime that may have been committed in that exact same space? Could the gruesome aspect of a crime result in the victim´s spectral essence returning to re-inhabit the locale where it had once been expunged? (RUSTLING) (SNORTING) - GERRY: Good morning, sir.
- Morning.
Okay, let me get this right.
So far, she´s a red-headed Viking´s granddaughter who likes sausages.
Pork salami, actually.
Yeah, but there´s more to it than that and we need more time.
Look, it´s very laudable that you should want to solve this case, but in reality, it´s impractical and I think unsolvable.
Do you want to bet? With all due respect, that´s exactly the reason why we have to continue with it.
Look, the bastard who killed her was convinced that he could get away with it, which of course he has for the last 18 years.
So if we solve this unsolvable crime, then no one will doubt the Met´s commitment to the pursuit of a murderer, no matter how hard or how long it takes.
Sorry, but that´s what I think.
No, no.
It´s all right.
You can be very convincing.
Okay, carry on, for now.
Mr Strickland, 20 quid? Done.
What? (SNORTING) SANDRA: Bloody hell.
BRIAN: You know what that is? JACK: A wild boar.
Shy, intelligent and bloody dangerous.
There´s loads, apparently.
Whole colonies of them across the south of England, inside the M25 even.
I think we made one simple mistake right at the beginning of this case.
- What was that? - We didn´t check the weather.
´´One particularly wild and windy morning´´, as Mears put it.
You remember how Megson said that in ´87 there were lots of fallen trees and gaps in the woods? October 1987.
- Oh, the hurricane.
- Exactly.
Woods were wrecked, buildings and fences, including those belonging to farmers who had only just started to breed wild boar imported from abroad.
- And the wild boar escaped.
- And multiplied.
- So, this is the animal that chewed up Millicent? - Must be.
Wild boar, like pigs, will eat anything.
Yeah, but hang on.
No killer is going to dump a body in a wood just because he knows that wild boar are in there, because it leaves too much to chance.
I agree.
I think he murdered and butchered Millicent when the wild boar were still in captivity, somewhere where there was a Ginkgo tree.
Then the hurricane arrived.
- And the boar escaped.
- Taking Millicent with them, or at least bits of her.
Are you saying the killer fed Millicent to the boar? Or the boar dug her up from a shallow grave? I´ll tell you something else.
The meat in that salami could easily have been wild boar.
´´lf you go down to the woods today, you´re sure of a big surprise.
´´ That´s not funny, Jack.
Hm, bloody true though.
What´s that? It´s a list of women treated for syphilis in London in the three months leading up to October ´87.
- How did you get the names? - Don´t.
It´ll only upset you.
Blimey! It´s ridiculously long.
Well, better make a start then.
Okay, find out which ones are dead and then see if any of them had red hair.
I suggest that Gerry works on the list, you and Brian go and see Vicky and the Prof, ask about the salami, and I´ll try and find out where wild boar was being farmed prior to the ´87 hurricane.
Cheers.
Wild boar? Gerry assures me it makes delicious salami.
Fantastic! I´ll have it checked.
Show them your toys.
I got the results back on Millicent´s bone analysis.
This is the programme that allows us to isolate various mineral isotopes according to their geological origin.
This is Millicent.
I feed her in and Western Scotland.
Western Highlands of Scotland, in fact.
Even better than that, it´s actually a narrow corridor stretching from Loch Broom in the south to Loch Shin in the north.
You can be that precise? Well, in urban industrialised nations because people are now drinking so much bottled water, it´s becoming more tricky.
But in the Western Highlands People in rural communities tend to drink the local water.
Especially more than 30 years ago.
Millicent´s almost certainly Scottish, Western Highland Scots.
Red hair, Viking ancestry.
- Blood Group O.
Celtic-Scandinavian.
- Precisely.
We´re getting to you, Millicent.
We´re getting to you.
(MOBILE RINGING) Excuse me.
Pullman.
Where? Tuckford House, country seat of one Lady Anthea Deeley.
Entrepreneurial estate owner, farmer, game specialist and breeder of wild boar.
- And Giston Mount? - Three miles that-away.
Lady Deeley is expecting us.
ANTHEA: Guinea fowl, pheasant, partridge, quail, deer, as well as boar.
Have you had carpaccio of wild boar? - Not as such, no.
- It´s very good.
How long have you been in the wild game business? taken off in the last decade or so.
But you´ve been farming wild boar all those years? Since 1982.
- Do you remember the Great Storm of 1987? - Yes.
We suffered a fair amount of structural damage.
Did any of your wild boar escape as a result? We´re not interested in the legal consequences.
I did lose one or two.
- We managed to recover most of them.
- But not all? - They´re very - Shy, intelligent.
If they want to hide, it´s pretty hard to locate them.
We´re trying to identify a young woman aged between 18 and 25.
Slim, red hair, five foot seven.
Do you recall anyone who fitted that description at the time? No.
No, I don´t think so.
I´m pretty sure of that.
- What happened to her? - She died.
How many people do you employ? Now, 25.
Some of them part-time.
Then, probably just under 20.
And you know all of them? I make a point of it.
- Do you mind if we take a look round the estate? - No.
Long as you buy something.
All right, bye-bye.
- So how did you get on? - No sign of a Ginkgo.
What about Lady Deeley? - She´s no shrinking violet, that´s for sure.
- SANDRA: She´s certainly not.
They must have come from there.
No one else farms wild boar for 20 miles.
SANDRA: How about you? Well, we checked the clinic list of women treated for syphilis in ´87 against all girls born in the Western Highlands between 1962 and 1970.
- How many were there? - Six.
We´ve been trying to track them down via last known address.
Six.
Is that all? Well, it´s the Highlands, one man and his dog´s a crowd.
- GERRY: Very kind of you to ring back - Trouble is we´ve traced four so far and Of course, just ´cause she was brought up there doesn´t mean she was born there.
Right? Yes, and how old was she? Right.
I see.
Well, you don´t really need to.
No, of course.
Okay, well thank you very much.
That´s very helpful.
Bye-bye.
That was a Mr and Mrs Alec McCloud from Ullapool in Scotland.
They last saw their daughter Fay in July 1986.
She was 24 and had red hair.
They´re coming down.
Mr and Mrs McCloud? Hello, I´m Superintendent Pullman.
There really was no need for you to come all this way.
Aye, we know.
It may not be your daughter.
Superintendent, it´s been 17 years of nothing.
Nothing at all.
In which case, would it be all right if we took a sample of your DNA - Yes.
in order to prove one way or the other - if it is Fay who we´ve found? - Yes, of course.
Thank you.
- Where´s Jack? - Hey, listen to this, listen.
Lady Deeley lists her hobbies as ´´game, gardens and men, exotic or otherwise.
´´ She also lists her husbands, four, and her divorces, four.
You could be number five, Gerry.
- Sounds like you were made for each other.
- No, thanks.
She´s loaded, isn´t she? - What, you honestly think I´d marry for money? - Only lots of it.
(TELEPHONE RINGING) Pullman, UCOS.
I´m at the farm shop, Tuckford House.
There´s something I think you should see, all of you.
Oh, it´s worth the drive, all right.
There you are.
BRIAN: What the hell is it? ´´Woman in despair.
´´ ´´Tuckford´s famous garden, circa 1980.
´´Sadly, the mature Ginkgo tree pictured here ´´vanished within a few years of the photo being taken, ´´falling victim to the Great Storm of 1987.
´´ Now you see it, now you don´t.
- You said she died.
- SANDRA: Yes.
- You didn´t say she was murdered.
- We don´t like to upset people.
I´m still somewhat confused over your renewed interest in Tuckford.
We believe that the victim was killed, cut up, and her remains disposed of by feeding them to wild boar.
- Part of her was found at Giston Mount.
- Which is only just three miles I know where it is.
The boar ate her there.
Isn´t that what you implied the other day? Well, now we think she died here.
And was fed to the wild boar while they were here.
But when the storm flattened the fences and the wild boar escaped, they took the remains with them to Giston Mount.
The body, or what was left of it, had grains of pollen on it which couldn´t have come from there.
Ginkgo pollen.
Not a common tree.
And although you don´t have one now, you did then.
You say ´´you´´ in such a way as to imply my involvement.
I don´t think that´s very wise.
Well, it might not be very wise, Lady Deeley, to get smart with us.
I don´t get smart with anyone, my lawyer does.
Perhaps it would help remove any misunderstanding if you could tell us where you were at the time, if you can remember.
I remember exactly.
In September and October ´87, I was in Romania, the Carpathian Mountains, searching out livestock suppliers.
I didn´t return to the UK until November, where I spent the next couple of months overseeing repairs to the damage caused by the storm.
Would you like to see my passport of the time? Ginkgo.
Wild boar.
Salami.
- Made from wild boar.
- All linked to Lady Deeley´s estate.
But motive? Not a sausage.
Salami, even.
Lady Deeley didn´t do this.
Call me old-fashioned, but women don´t tend to chop up other women and feed them to pigs, not even over other men.
She had 20 people working for her at the time.
So if it wasn´t her we´re going to have to track them down and talk to each and every one of them.
Goodness.
This is where you drink? They told me across the road that you were here.
We´ve had the results of the DNA tests on the McClouds.
Of course, you realise that these modern tests are much more sophisticated - Is it her? - What? Is Millicent Fay? Oh, yes, yes.
Without a doubt.
Yeah.
MRS MCCLOUD: We last heard from Fay in April ´86.
A phone call.
And after that we lost touch.
We never heard from her again.
Did you ever try to find her? No.
Fay was difficult, very difficult.
She was an only child and the truth is we spoilt her.
She started getting into trouble in her teens.
- Nothing big but - She went to the best schools, but she rebelled, you know? She was expelled from two of them, so we put her into a school that had a good reputation for dealing with troubled children.
The irony is Stallourie Academy is where she started using drugs.
We paid for her to attend rehabilitation, counselling courses, we we put her through detox twice, no, no, three times in all.
It didn´t matter, though.
She would always go back to the heroin.
Didn´t seem to want to fight it.
Oh, in the end we we realised that we couldn´t help her and we decided We decided to cut all contact with Fay.
Excuse me.
(WEEPING) I thought with money, with being able to do things for Fay, it would make life easier for her than it had been for me.
I realised too late that we were part of the problem.
Where was Fay the last time you heard from her, do you know? Oh, London somewhere.
She knew people down here.
Friends from school, I think.
- And that was in April 1986? - Mm-hm.
Oh, photos.
That´s her.
This is her in a school play.
She loved the drama, you know? And this this is how I like to remember her.
Thank you for bringing us here.
I´m so grateful.
It it means a lot to us.
What are you doing here? This is a proscribed area.
Get out or I´ll have you removed.
I´ve just been to Islington.
Family Records Centre.
- You know, births, marriages, deaths - Divorces.
Look, I have given you more than enough of my time.
This is simply ridiculous, not to say downright rude.
Lady Deeley, or may I call you Anthea? This is a young woman called Fay McCloud.
Your shy, intelligent wild boar ate her.
I told you, I wasn´t even here.
Okay.
So who looked after all this while you were away? My husband.
Now, is that husband one, two, three or four? David, my first husband.
David Hendry.
And then you divorced him.
When was that? I don´t remember exactly.
You´d be the first divorcee in history who couldn´t.
It was not a pleasant experience.
Any divorce is bound to be the cause of unhappiness.
Really? I was delighted with all of mine.
- So it wasn´t amicable then? - No, it wasn´t.
Sorry, we´ve got to talk about this.
When did you file for divorce exactly? October ´87.
And did your husband give you something? Something you didn´t want? And where did you go for treatment? You´re not on our file.
I was in Romania when I found out I´d caught the disease.
I´d been entirely faithful to my husband, so I knew he was the only possible source of infection.
When I came back I challenged him over what had happened.
He was furious.
He denied it.
He lied.
So I told him I was divorcing him and that he would get nothing.
And in answer to your earlier question, I was treated privately.
Very wise.
Have you got a picture of him? Did you retain contact after the divorce? Only through the courts.
After the split, I found out he had been siphoning cash out of the company to start a secret business of his own.
To do what? The same thing? No, toys.
Cheap, nasty ones.
I didn´t even find out until the decree nisi that he was a registered heroin addict.
But then I´ve always had disastrous taste in men.
Here we are.
That´s David.
I only kept it because it has some rather dear friends in it.
I burnt the rest.
Hang on a minute.
What are you doing? Fay´s school play.
BRIAN: He´s the villain.
Evil villain.
You stay here in case he does a runner.
´´Good morning, my name is Detective Superintendent Sandra Pullman.
´´ ´´And this is Jack Halford.
´´ BRIAN: ´´How do you do? Welcome to my salubrious emporium.
´´ GERRY: ´´And what can I do for you? ´´ BRIAN: ´´Well ´´ Oh, no, hold on.
Look, he´s trying to sell them the business now.
Yeah, you´re right.
BRIAN: ´´I´m a purveyor of the finest plastic yachts this side of ´´ GERRY: ´´And is business good? ´´ BRIAN: ´´Oh, very good.
´´ GERRY: Jack´s had enough of that old flannel.
´´Now, wait a minute.
´´ Hold on, no, he´s holding fire.
What´s he saying? Oh, I know.
- ´´Do I detect the hint of a Scots accent? ´´ - Oh, yeah, very good.
GERRY: ´´Yes, but I wasn´t actually born there.
´´ Then the guvnor comes in.
´´Did you go to school there? ´´ And he´s saying, ´´Why, yes.
´´ And Jack says, ´´Whereabouts? Near Edinburgh? ´´ - Oh, that´s stopped him.
- Yeah.
Now he´s going to take a step back.
You watch.
Our people don´t move.
´´Stallourie? ´´ Yeah, he´s beginning to freak.
´´Yes, don´t you remember? ´´ BRIAN: Now he´ll either rub his hair or lick his lips.
(CHUCKLING) Two out of two.
Now for the big bomb, ´´Stallourie, where you met Fay McCloud.
´´ Show him the photo.
Show him the school photo.
Oh, very good.
´´There´s Fay and there´s you.
Remember her now? ´´You introduced her to heroin.
´´ No, he denies it.
Now Jack wades in with, ´´Killing her, chopping her up ´´and throwing her to wild boar.
´´ Now big pause.
- What´s he doing? - I don´t know.
Well, I´ve never seen that before.
I want to thank you for all you´ve done and so does my wife because I´m retiring.
- Ah.
- SANDRA: Oh.
I didn´t think I could.
Not until I´d really found Millicent, or Fay, as she is now.
- And you´ve done that.
- Well, with a little expert help.
Vicky´s going to help me tidy up.
I´m afraid I´m not very good at saying goodbye so - Au revoir, then.
- Bye-bye.
- Vicky.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye.
- SANDRA: Bye, Vicky.
Bye, Brian.
- Sweet man.
- Sweet girl.
Yeah, she likes you, too.
- You remind her - Of her dad.
Yes, thank you.
- How do you know? Have you told him? - No.
It´s all down to experience.
I understand exactly how women think.
Oh, really? That´s why you´ve had three marriages, is it? - I think I need another drink.
- To experience! What time do you make it, Gerry? Two minutes to nine.
- Okay.
- Off you go.
I´m afraid it´s not possible for you to interview David Hendry.
Oh, don´t tell me.
Psychiatric reports.
JACK: Is this about lawyers? Hendry was found hanged in his cell at 8:30 this morning.
Apparent suicide.
I´m sorry.
To tell you the truth, sir, I´m not.
This case wasn´t about him.
It was about her.
And we found her and we gave her back to the people who loved her, so Look, what you´ve done is outstanding.
It´s a fantastic achievement.
Congratulations, all of you.
Mr Strickland, um I seem to remember a little wager we had.
£20, I think.
- Yeah, yeah, you´ll get it.
- Thank you.
(GERRY CHUCKLING) Was that some kind of a bet? No.
Well, yes, but it was Look, it didn´t have anything to do with - Horses.
- No.
- Or dogs.
- No.
Tossers! It´s all right, it´s okay Doesn´t really matter if you´re old and grey It´s all right, I say, it´s okay Listen to what I say It´s all right, doing fine Doesn´t really matter if the sun don´t shine It´s all right, I say, it´s okay We´re getting to the end of the day Hi tech, low tech, take your pick ´Cause you can´t teach an old dog a brand new trick I don´t care what anybody says #At the end of the day #
Wetherby, 3:00, Mission Accomplished, 20 quid on the nose.
It was 16-to-1.
- What are you doing? - Gerry´s bets.
Last week his winnings amounted to £1,873.
- Well, I hope you´re pleased with yourself.
- Jack.
Yes, you see, because of you, I didn´t put any money on them.
These are the bets I would have made if I was still gambling, but now I´m reformed, now it plays no part in my life, I can´t stop bloody winning! Don´t read the papers, then.
I´m a man.
We all read the papers.
Backwards.
Starting with the sporting pages.
It´s all right, it´s okay Doesn´t really matter if you´re old and grey It´s all right, I say, it´s okay Listen to what I say It´s all right, doing fine Doesn´t really matter if the sun don´t shine It´s all right.
I say, it´s okay We´re getting to the end of the day Morning.
This is Professor lan Mears, the Home Office Pathologist for Southeast London.
I´ve just been telling him how passionate you all are about your work.
October 1987, I was a humble pathologist based in Catford.
Do any of you know Catford? - Oh, yeah.
- Yeah.
One particularly wild and windy morning, I was summoned to an area of deciduous woodland just inside the M25, where an errant schoolboy had recently discovered the partial remains of a young female.
Giston Mount.
- It that her name? - It´s where we found her.
The remains comprised little more than a few ribs, a thigh, half of a hip and portions of the digestive tract.
However, there was clear evidence that the remains had been semi-expertly dissected.
Ergo, it became a murder enquiry.
Unfortunately, our failure to identify the victim saw the case stall, stutter and subsequently cease altogether.
- Professor Mears - Call me Reynard.
- I thought your name was lan.
- I don´t like lan.
Professor Mears has spent a great deal of time attempting to restart this case.
Unfortunately, without success.
However, I read about your exciting new initiative and I thought, ´´Ha ha, perfect! ´´ Now, I have conducted and yet these remains remain my only unidentified victim.
But since 1987, advances in clinical and forensic pathology have meant that our chances of success have improved - What, dramatically? - Exponentially.
So it´s a mystery.
And like all good mysteries Mysterious? Clearly the bulk of material pertaining to this case resides outwith this sample, but I have managed to collate, categorise and catalogue the vast bulk of the evidence.
And I leave copies here for you to acquaint yourself with.
So, shall we say tomorrow at my lab? We usually have biscuits around 10.
They´re my treat.
- Au revoir.
- Bye-bye.
- Au revoir.
- Bye.
I take it all back.
You´re perfectly normal.
- Sir, this is - I know.
Unfortunately, Professor Mears has support from a very high level.
His lab is in West Wickham.
The address is on the box.
WOT.
I didn´t say anything.
- No.
WOT.
- W-O-T, Waste Of Time.
That´s my girl.
There.
Yeah, that´s what I was talking about.
- There, and there, and there.
- Yeah.
Sawn.
Semi-expertly.
Surgeon, butcher? Baker, candlestick-maker? Who´s to say? (DOOR OPENING) Good morning.
- Ah.
- Aha.
- Did you read this? - I started.
Reynard supplemented an essentially conventional identification and data catalogue system with a binary index code, so that no two items ever appear without complementary references or an explanatory addenda.
I wondered if that was it.
It is unusual, it´s unique and in relation to Millicent - Millicent? - It´s what Reynard calls - Millicent.
And as such quite - Invaluable.
They´re starting to finish each other´s sentences.
We can unfreeze her, if necessary, to take samples.
How old when she died? - 18 to 25? - Not much there, is there? - No, but - There´s something.
- Isn´t that why UCOS - Came into being? Absolutely.
It´s a load of skin and bone with no identifying features.
We know bugger all about her.
On the contrary, we know a huge amount.
She´s female, aged 18 to 25, - red hair - Red? Bright red.
Also, she´d eaten a meal recently of some kind, meat, blood group O.
And, of course, I´ve since managed to codify her DNA.
We found pollen grains on her body, which were unrelated to the area where she was found.
And last but not least, Millicent was suffering from syphilis.
Encouraged by your interest, I have managed to arrange to have re-testing of tissue samples.
- Tea and biscuits, everyone? - Oh, yes, please.
- Why Millicent? - My daughter´s rabbit, after the fox got her.
Do you know what´s great about this case? It´s nearly impossible.
I´m sorry, how does that make it great? SANDRA: Right.
Well, then, if we are going to succeed, most important of all we need to find out who she was.
Who was Millicent? Then, why was she killed? How on earth did she manage to disappear without trace? And why did the killer cut her up? To remove all identifying features? Ease of transportation, disposal and/or concealment? He was a nutter.
Oh, sorry, psychopath.
Gerry, you check with the original SIO.
DCI Tom Powell, wasn´t it? Retired.
Oh, excuse me, could you open the door for us, please? Brian, you liaise with Professor Mears and take over forensics.
Jack, go through the files, and I´ll try and track down Michael Megson, - the boy who found - Millicent.
Yeah, Millicent.
(GERRY AND BRIAN CHATTERING) BRIAN: The right identification.
JACK: To take the whole thing on again.
- It´s not logical, though.
- No, no, hang on.
- Of course, it is.
- Shush! Shut up! Bloody hell! Right.
Jack, one at a time.
Missing persons? Blank.
I also went through the National DNA Database.
Nothing.
Well, that´s not a surprise, is it? And because the killer seemed to have some knowledge of anatomy, DCI Powell had checked every doctor, vet and butcher within a 20 mile radius of the wood.
Nothing.
BRIAN: M25 is just down the road.
Killer could have come from anywhere.
How was Powell? Did you get anything out of him? Saliva.
Saliva, as in dribble.
No, he´s in a nursing home.
Ga-ga.
Thought I was the Commissioner.
Oh, completely ga-ga.
Me and Reynard had a great day.
- He´s got this fantastic assistant.
- Blimey, now there´s three of them.
From measurements taken from the thigh bone, they´ve worked out an idea of Millicent´s size and shape, weight even.
Five foot seven, eight stone, skinny, ectomorph.
- Ecto what? - Ectomorph.
Where a person´s build is characterised by lightness, weakness, lack of weight.
Intellectual processes, inhibitions, alertness predominate.
- Like Esther.
- Oh, thank you.
As opposed to endomorphs, who are big-boned, heavy, sluggish, prone to fatness.
- Like you, Gerry.
- Thanks very much.
Great.
So that narrows it down to, what, about a million? No, it´s much less than that.
She´s got red hair.
Well, now we´ve got something to go on.
I´ll just get some more water, shall I? - You lot are hopeless.
- Why? Five foot seven, thin, 25 to 28, it could be his daughter.
- I contacted Megson.
- Uh-huh.
The boy who found Millicent? We spoke on the phone.
When I told him about the scene of crime, he agreed to take us there.
- Oh, good.
- Great.
- What, to the woods? - Yeah.
Well, it would be a good idea to go and see it, and anyway, it might help jog his memory.
Yeah, good thinking, Batman.
Esther, thank you so much.
That was absolutely lovely, but I´m full.
Thank you.
- You´re not leaving that, are you? - ESTHER: Brian.
Look at all the meat on that.
Michael Megson? I´m Superintendent Pullman.
Can you prove it? JACK: October 17th, 1987, you were here.
- You were 10 at the time, am I right? - No.
Nine and three quarters.
And this is the first time you´ve been back? No.
I´ve been back a few times.
You know, over the years.
To try and - It must have been quite a shock.
- Big shock.
- You were alone? - All the doctors said so.
Yeah, I´m sure.
Shall we? Yeah, this way.
You know, I still suffer from the after-effects.
- PTSD.
- PT what? Post-traumatic stress disorder.
Ulcer, eczema and then there are the neurological symptoms.
Well, that´s the country for you, isn´t it? I mean, you never hear people in London saying, ´´That´s what´s wrong with the people in the country.
´´They don´t understand the city, ´´ do you? Well, I understand the country, all right, too bloody well, mate.
There.
Come on! MICHAEL: This is a very unusual place.
I mean, you can feel things in there.
Hear things.
What sort of things? I don´t know.
It´s just a feeling, just strange.
I´m sorry.
I´m sorry.
I can´t.
- SANDRA: Can´t what? - Go in.
- Stop messing around, Gerry.
- No, no, I mean it.
I can´t.
I´m sorry.
I can´t go into the woods.
- I understand.
- No, you don´t.
It hasn´t got anything to do with funny noises and eczema.
- It´s hylophobia.
- What? Hylophobia.
Fear of forests and woods.
I´ve had it since I was a kid.
Why, did something happen when you were Oh, come on.
Look, just leave it, will you, Brian? Okay, well, you wait here, and we´ll see you in a bit.
Yeah, thank you.
Thank you.
It was a bit different back then, more broken and fallen down trees, and a bit more light in parts but, you know, just as - How´s the ulcer? - Yeah.
Here.
This is it.
- So, where were the - Bits? remains? There and there, and there was also a piece just there.
Weird.
See? I told you.
(SHUSHING) Listen.
(BIRDS SQUAWKING) Okay, I think that´s enough.
(RUSTLING) It´s on a ley line, Giston Mount, did you know? - No.
- Been there since before the Romans, ancient.
You know, some people think that that´s We´ll be in touch if we need to see you again.
Okay? Okay.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye.
You forget, don´t you? They´re out there in general circulation, the strange ones.
You don´t think he could´ve done it, do you? Megson? I mean, maybe he was on drugs or something and it - SANDRA: He was just 10.
- Nine and three quarters.
Well, nine-year-old boys can be fairly evil.
- Is that from personal experience? - In a wood? (MOBILE RINGING) Hang on.
Pullman.
No, no, we´re not that far.
We could be right with you.
Okay, we´ll see you in a minute.
Bye-bye.
That was the Professor.
There have been developments.
- Good morning.
- Morning.
Ah, I don´t think you´ve met.
This is my assistant, Victoria Lawless.
- Vicky.
Hi.
- Hello.
Victoria is currently researching her PhD.
Hello, Vicky.
I´m Gerry Standing.
Brian told me about you, but I had no idea that you were such a - So what have you got for us? - Yes, first things first.
While waiting on the forensic results, I looked at the original notes.
It´s clear that the partly digested meal was not simply meat, but some kind of sausage.
Well, how did you work that out? Because of the make-up of the sample.
plus pepper, saltpetre and certain trace elements.
No, that´s not sausage meat.
It´s salami.
Saltpetre with that much salt is a long-lasting preservative.
And I would guess that the peppercorn was either whole or part-cracked - and not grounded, am I right? - Yes.
Yes, you are.
- Yeah, I know a bit about food.
- Brilliant.
Unfortunately, we´re going to have to wait for the results of the new tests before we can isolate what kind of meat it is.
It´s probably pork with maybe beef and even donkey as an outside bet.
Donkey? Yeah, they use it a lot in Sardinian salami, and other parts of Italy.
Now, the real problem you´ve got is there are masses of different types, like French, German, Danish, Hungarian.
I mean, there´s over a hundred odd types in Italy alone.
There´s a little delicatessen that I use where we could - What else? - Ah, well, marks on Millicent´s bones are highly consistent with her having been extensively masticated.
Given where she was found, that would suggest it was by wild animals.
- Foxes or something like that? - No, not foxes.
How do you know? Well, tell me if I´m right.
Foxes or any member of the dog family, usually gnaws at bones leaving striations before the bone breaks.
But here the bites go straight across.
They´re clean.
No.
Whatever snapped this had much bigger and more powerful jaws.
Textbook.
Was there any evidence to suggest that the victim had been drugged? Impossible to say, given the state of the remains.
You mentioned some unusual pollen grains.
Have you had any further ideas about them? - Yes, we have.
They´re from the ginkgo tree.
- Ginkgo? Ginkgo Biloba? Also known as the maidenhair tree.
Originally from China and probably the world´s oldest deciduous tree.
Planted a lot in the States because of its ability to withstand urban pollution, but in this country mostly found in domestic and botanical gardens.
Not rare but unusual.
I like to garden.
You have the most remarkable team of detectives, Superintendent.
Oh, yes.
Everyone an expert.
I´m now looking to DNA and bone marrow to try and extrapolate more specific information about her.
Hopefully, in the next few days.
Exciting.
(DOORBELL RINGING) Jack, you believe in the spirit world, don´t you? (PANTING) Do you think it´s possible for a particular place to retain the spiritual residue of a crime that may have been committed in that exact same space? What? Could the gruesome elements of a crime result in a person´s spectral essence returning to re-inhabit the locale where it had once been expunged? Well Or is it just Megson planting images in me brain? You know, making me see things? The power of auto-suggestion can be immensely strong in certain situations.
That´s what it is.
So when I think I´ve seen things or heard things, yeah, it´s just that.
A representation of a mind construct resulting from an earlier and pre-existing illusory projection.
It´s possible.
- Thank you, Jack.
- You´re welcome.
- JACK: Mind the paint.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Where have you been? - He´s been with me, Esther.
He said he was going for a takeaway.
(CHUCKLING) I don´t think he was that hungry.
Thanks, Jack.
Esther.
What do you think, Mary? Can you explain it? Him? Brian? I mean, is it really possible for the spirit of something to remain behind, taking hold of a particular place? Why? How? I mean, how could that happen? So the killer starts off with an entire body and reduces it to portions.
(SIGHING) He cuts off the head, arms and legs, but in this case, thigh´s still attached.
Night.
Hm.
(WHISPERING) Legs.
Esther? Esther? Ow.
So young, and to die so - Oh, it´s a horrible way to die.
- Is there a good way? Yes, in bed, at home, surrounded by your friends and family.
Yes.
Gerry and Brian not in yet? They´ve already been and gone, checking out Special Clinics.
How was Brian? Did he seem a bit Good morning.
And it is a good morning, I promise you.
I bring you tidings of comfort and joy.
Really? Is, um Is Mr Standing not here? Gerry? No.
Why? Victoria, uncork the genie.
You will recall that Victoria was awaiting certain tests.
Well, these are they.
Yale University has devised a computer programme that analyses thousands of human DNA samples taken worldwide.
These samples show patterns within the DNA that isolate the donors geographically.
On feeding in Millicent´s DNA, the programme examines it for similar patterns.
The greater the number of hits, the more certain we can be about where her DNA originated.
Millicent´s are the red dots.
Historically, it´s clear that Millicent´s DNA is most likely to have originated here.
Scandinavia.
Denmark or Sweden? This would explain why she´s not listed as missing in this country.
Ah.
Alas, no.
It merely tells us where her antecedents came from.
Oh, she came over in a longship? So, what´s the point? Well, there´s Viking blood not just in Scandinavia, but all over the UK.
- Scotland, Ireland - Northeast England.
That´s where Victoria comes into her own.
Well, you´re not a Geordie.
My PhD deals with the mineral content of human bones.
As we grow, chemical elements in the water we drink are absorbed into our skeletal system.
By analysing the isotopes of those elements we can match them to geological data to reveal where the water came from, and thus the person who drank it.
As they were growing up? That´s what I´ve done with Millicent.
Once we have those results, coupled with these, we should be able to narrow down her place of origin considerably.
I, um, I also made progress with the stomach contents.
Ah, that´s why you wanted to talk to Gerry.
Well, I wanted to congratulate him.
He was right.
It is some kind of salami.
Danish? Ah, don´t know.
He´s He´s very appealing, isn´t he, Gerry? I mean, he´s so eager and so responsive, so interested in what you´re saying.
It´s rare.
He reminds me of my dad.
What a lovely person you are.
I said it was a Special Clinic.
Yes, I know you said it was a Special Clinic.
And I thought that meant it was special.
You know, like it dealt with special illnesses.
You didn´t say anything about the clap.
No, no, no, the clap is historically slang for gonorrhoea.
We´re talking about syphilis here.
Yes, okay, 4:30.
Yes, I´ll see you then.
Okay, bye-bye.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- My name´s Gerry Standing.
- Do you have an appointment? - No.
- Well, I´m sorry, the clinic is appointment only.
No, no, we´re not here for treatment.
We´re here on police business.
- Oh.
- You see, the Met´s been inundated with patients complaining that their files have been accessed illegally.
So we need to check your computer system safeguards to ensure that this clinic isn´t vulnerable.
Okay, take a seat.
Thank you.
Syphilis is a notifiable disease.
The names of all the patients will be held here via a nationwide database.
We just need to access lists of female patients three months before Millicent died.
Why only three months? Because if you get a dose, you´re not going to hang around before you get it looked at, are you? I mean, it´s a month, two months at most, - before the symptoms begin to - Mr Standing? - Do you want to follow me? - I certainly do.
- Begin to what? - Shut up.
Right, so how far do you want me to go back so I don´t see any of your current patients´ names? - Well, then 19 87? - Yeah, fine.
- Yeah, all right? I take it you haven´t been here all that time.
- Longer.
- No! - Mm-hm.
- Blimey.
All those people, all those afflictions.
- Well, I never get to see - No, please, no, don´t.
- Must put you right off, though? - Put me off? - Yeah, you know? - No.
- No? - Well, not that I´ve noticed.
Oh! - Oh, no! Look what - Don´t worry.
- Oh, sorry! - I can just get under and pick them up.
Thanks.
- It´s okay.
- Is it? Yeah.
(GERRY EXCLAIMING) Oh, did you bang it? (BOTH LAUGHING) That´s the first time I´ve banged it under a table.
- Why are some blue and some red? - Blues for the males.
Just grab hold of that for me.
No, it´s fine.
Everything´s fine.
Good.
Well, you could think about putting in a firewall but that´s probably not necessary.
- Okay.
So will you need to come back? - I won´t.
Yeah, maybe.
You never know.
- Okay.
- Thank you very much.
- Bye.
- Bye-bye.
(BRIAN CHUCKLING) - What? - She liked you.
Yeah, I know.
Scary, isn´t it? - Gynophobia.
- What? That´s the fear of women.
You ever try and do anything about it? I´m not afraid of women.
No, I mean the woods thing? The hylophopia.
Well, yeah.
Yeah, a few times, including the other day.
Didn´t work, did it? What are you doing? I´ve I´ve got to be in, well, out early this morning.
(DOORBELL RINGING) Oh.
- Jack.
- Morning, Esther.
- Look, I´m sorry about the other night.
- Not at all.
If you´d shot him, no jury would convict.
Is he in? No, he´s already gone.
He said he was in early.
Oh, right.
Bye.
BRIAN: Is it possible for a particular place to retain the spiritual residue of a crime that may have been committed in that exact same space? Could the gruesome aspect of a crime result in the victim´s spectral essence returning to re-inhabit the locale where it had once been expunged? (RUSTLING) (SNORTING) - GERRY: Good morning, sir.
- Morning.
Okay, let me get this right.
So far, she´s a red-headed Viking´s granddaughter who likes sausages.
Pork salami, actually.
Yeah, but there´s more to it than that and we need more time.
Look, it´s very laudable that you should want to solve this case, but in reality, it´s impractical and I think unsolvable.
Do you want to bet? With all due respect, that´s exactly the reason why we have to continue with it.
Look, the bastard who killed her was convinced that he could get away with it, which of course he has for the last 18 years.
So if we solve this unsolvable crime, then no one will doubt the Met´s commitment to the pursuit of a murderer, no matter how hard or how long it takes.
Sorry, but that´s what I think.
No, no.
It´s all right.
You can be very convincing.
Okay, carry on, for now.
Mr Strickland, 20 quid? Done.
What? (SNORTING) SANDRA: Bloody hell.
BRIAN: You know what that is? JACK: A wild boar.
Shy, intelligent and bloody dangerous.
There´s loads, apparently.
Whole colonies of them across the south of England, inside the M25 even.
I think we made one simple mistake right at the beginning of this case.
- What was that? - We didn´t check the weather.
´´One particularly wild and windy morning´´, as Mears put it.
You remember how Megson said that in ´87 there were lots of fallen trees and gaps in the woods? October 1987.
- Oh, the hurricane.
- Exactly.
Woods were wrecked, buildings and fences, including those belonging to farmers who had only just started to breed wild boar imported from abroad.
- And the wild boar escaped.
- And multiplied.
- So, this is the animal that chewed up Millicent? - Must be.
Wild boar, like pigs, will eat anything.
Yeah, but hang on.
No killer is going to dump a body in a wood just because he knows that wild boar are in there, because it leaves too much to chance.
I agree.
I think he murdered and butchered Millicent when the wild boar were still in captivity, somewhere where there was a Ginkgo tree.
Then the hurricane arrived.
- And the boar escaped.
- Taking Millicent with them, or at least bits of her.
Are you saying the killer fed Millicent to the boar? Or the boar dug her up from a shallow grave? I´ll tell you something else.
The meat in that salami could easily have been wild boar.
´´lf you go down to the woods today, you´re sure of a big surprise.
´´ That´s not funny, Jack.
Hm, bloody true though.
What´s that? It´s a list of women treated for syphilis in London in the three months leading up to October ´87.
- How did you get the names? - Don´t.
It´ll only upset you.
Blimey! It´s ridiculously long.
Well, better make a start then.
Okay, find out which ones are dead and then see if any of them had red hair.
I suggest that Gerry works on the list, you and Brian go and see Vicky and the Prof, ask about the salami, and I´ll try and find out where wild boar was being farmed prior to the ´87 hurricane.
Cheers.
Wild boar? Gerry assures me it makes delicious salami.
Fantastic! I´ll have it checked.
Show them your toys.
I got the results back on Millicent´s bone analysis.
This is the programme that allows us to isolate various mineral isotopes according to their geological origin.
This is Millicent.
I feed her in and Western Scotland.
Western Highlands of Scotland, in fact.
Even better than that, it´s actually a narrow corridor stretching from Loch Broom in the south to Loch Shin in the north.
You can be that precise? Well, in urban industrialised nations because people are now drinking so much bottled water, it´s becoming more tricky.
But in the Western Highlands People in rural communities tend to drink the local water.
Especially more than 30 years ago.
Millicent´s almost certainly Scottish, Western Highland Scots.
Red hair, Viking ancestry.
- Blood Group O.
Celtic-Scandinavian.
- Precisely.
We´re getting to you, Millicent.
We´re getting to you.
(MOBILE RINGING) Excuse me.
Pullman.
Where? Tuckford House, country seat of one Lady Anthea Deeley.
Entrepreneurial estate owner, farmer, game specialist and breeder of wild boar.
- And Giston Mount? - Three miles that-away.
Lady Deeley is expecting us.
ANTHEA: Guinea fowl, pheasant, partridge, quail, deer, as well as boar.
Have you had carpaccio of wild boar? - Not as such, no.
- It´s very good.
How long have you been in the wild game business? taken off in the last decade or so.
But you´ve been farming wild boar all those years? Since 1982.
- Do you remember the Great Storm of 1987? - Yes.
We suffered a fair amount of structural damage.
Did any of your wild boar escape as a result? We´re not interested in the legal consequences.
I did lose one or two.
- We managed to recover most of them.
- But not all? - They´re very - Shy, intelligent.
If they want to hide, it´s pretty hard to locate them.
We´re trying to identify a young woman aged between 18 and 25.
Slim, red hair, five foot seven.
Do you recall anyone who fitted that description at the time? No.
No, I don´t think so.
I´m pretty sure of that.
- What happened to her? - She died.
How many people do you employ? Now, 25.
Some of them part-time.
Then, probably just under 20.
And you know all of them? I make a point of it.
- Do you mind if we take a look round the estate? - No.
Long as you buy something.
All right, bye-bye.
- So how did you get on? - No sign of a Ginkgo.
What about Lady Deeley? - She´s no shrinking violet, that´s for sure.
- SANDRA: She´s certainly not.
They must have come from there.
No one else farms wild boar for 20 miles.
SANDRA: How about you? Well, we checked the clinic list of women treated for syphilis in ´87 against all girls born in the Western Highlands between 1962 and 1970.
- How many were there? - Six.
We´ve been trying to track them down via last known address.
Six.
Is that all? Well, it´s the Highlands, one man and his dog´s a crowd.
- GERRY: Very kind of you to ring back - Trouble is we´ve traced four so far and Of course, just ´cause she was brought up there doesn´t mean she was born there.
Right? Yes, and how old was she? Right.
I see.
Well, you don´t really need to.
No, of course.
Okay, well thank you very much.
That´s very helpful.
Bye-bye.
That was a Mr and Mrs Alec McCloud from Ullapool in Scotland.
They last saw their daughter Fay in July 1986.
She was 24 and had red hair.
They´re coming down.
Mr and Mrs McCloud? Hello, I´m Superintendent Pullman.
There really was no need for you to come all this way.
Aye, we know.
It may not be your daughter.
Superintendent, it´s been 17 years of nothing.
Nothing at all.
In which case, would it be all right if we took a sample of your DNA - Yes.
in order to prove one way or the other - if it is Fay who we´ve found? - Yes, of course.
Thank you.
- Where´s Jack? - Hey, listen to this, listen.
Lady Deeley lists her hobbies as ´´game, gardens and men, exotic or otherwise.
´´ She also lists her husbands, four, and her divorces, four.
You could be number five, Gerry.
- Sounds like you were made for each other.
- No, thanks.
She´s loaded, isn´t she? - What, you honestly think I´d marry for money? - Only lots of it.
(TELEPHONE RINGING) Pullman, UCOS.
I´m at the farm shop, Tuckford House.
There´s something I think you should see, all of you.
Oh, it´s worth the drive, all right.
There you are.
BRIAN: What the hell is it? ´´Woman in despair.
´´ ´´Tuckford´s famous garden, circa 1980.
´´Sadly, the mature Ginkgo tree pictured here ´´vanished within a few years of the photo being taken, ´´falling victim to the Great Storm of 1987.
´´ Now you see it, now you don´t.
- You said she died.
- SANDRA: Yes.
- You didn´t say she was murdered.
- We don´t like to upset people.
I´m still somewhat confused over your renewed interest in Tuckford.
We believe that the victim was killed, cut up, and her remains disposed of by feeding them to wild boar.
- Part of her was found at Giston Mount.
- Which is only just three miles I know where it is.
The boar ate her there.
Isn´t that what you implied the other day? Well, now we think she died here.
And was fed to the wild boar while they were here.
But when the storm flattened the fences and the wild boar escaped, they took the remains with them to Giston Mount.
The body, or what was left of it, had grains of pollen on it which couldn´t have come from there.
Ginkgo pollen.
Not a common tree.
And although you don´t have one now, you did then.
You say ´´you´´ in such a way as to imply my involvement.
I don´t think that´s very wise.
Well, it might not be very wise, Lady Deeley, to get smart with us.
I don´t get smart with anyone, my lawyer does.
Perhaps it would help remove any misunderstanding if you could tell us where you were at the time, if you can remember.
I remember exactly.
In September and October ´87, I was in Romania, the Carpathian Mountains, searching out livestock suppliers.
I didn´t return to the UK until November, where I spent the next couple of months overseeing repairs to the damage caused by the storm.
Would you like to see my passport of the time? Ginkgo.
Wild boar.
Salami.
- Made from wild boar.
- All linked to Lady Deeley´s estate.
But motive? Not a sausage.
Salami, even.
Lady Deeley didn´t do this.
Call me old-fashioned, but women don´t tend to chop up other women and feed them to pigs, not even over other men.
She had 20 people working for her at the time.
So if it wasn´t her we´re going to have to track them down and talk to each and every one of them.
Goodness.
This is where you drink? They told me across the road that you were here.
We´ve had the results of the DNA tests on the McClouds.
Of course, you realise that these modern tests are much more sophisticated - Is it her? - What? Is Millicent Fay? Oh, yes, yes.
Without a doubt.
Yeah.
MRS MCCLOUD: We last heard from Fay in April ´86.
A phone call.
And after that we lost touch.
We never heard from her again.
Did you ever try to find her? No.
Fay was difficult, very difficult.
She was an only child and the truth is we spoilt her.
She started getting into trouble in her teens.
- Nothing big but - She went to the best schools, but she rebelled, you know? She was expelled from two of them, so we put her into a school that had a good reputation for dealing with troubled children.
The irony is Stallourie Academy is where she started using drugs.
We paid for her to attend rehabilitation, counselling courses, we we put her through detox twice, no, no, three times in all.
It didn´t matter, though.
She would always go back to the heroin.
Didn´t seem to want to fight it.
Oh, in the end we we realised that we couldn´t help her and we decided We decided to cut all contact with Fay.
Excuse me.
(WEEPING) I thought with money, with being able to do things for Fay, it would make life easier for her than it had been for me.
I realised too late that we were part of the problem.
Where was Fay the last time you heard from her, do you know? Oh, London somewhere.
She knew people down here.
Friends from school, I think.
- And that was in April 1986? - Mm-hm.
Oh, photos.
That´s her.
This is her in a school play.
She loved the drama, you know? And this this is how I like to remember her.
Thank you for bringing us here.
I´m so grateful.
It it means a lot to us.
What are you doing here? This is a proscribed area.
Get out or I´ll have you removed.
I´ve just been to Islington.
Family Records Centre.
- You know, births, marriages, deaths - Divorces.
Look, I have given you more than enough of my time.
This is simply ridiculous, not to say downright rude.
Lady Deeley, or may I call you Anthea? This is a young woman called Fay McCloud.
Your shy, intelligent wild boar ate her.
I told you, I wasn´t even here.
Okay.
So who looked after all this while you were away? My husband.
Now, is that husband one, two, three or four? David, my first husband.
David Hendry.
And then you divorced him.
When was that? I don´t remember exactly.
You´d be the first divorcee in history who couldn´t.
It was not a pleasant experience.
Any divorce is bound to be the cause of unhappiness.
Really? I was delighted with all of mine.
- So it wasn´t amicable then? - No, it wasn´t.
Sorry, we´ve got to talk about this.
When did you file for divorce exactly? October ´87.
And did your husband give you something? Something you didn´t want? And where did you go for treatment? You´re not on our file.
I was in Romania when I found out I´d caught the disease.
I´d been entirely faithful to my husband, so I knew he was the only possible source of infection.
When I came back I challenged him over what had happened.
He was furious.
He denied it.
He lied.
So I told him I was divorcing him and that he would get nothing.
And in answer to your earlier question, I was treated privately.
Very wise.
Have you got a picture of him? Did you retain contact after the divorce? Only through the courts.
After the split, I found out he had been siphoning cash out of the company to start a secret business of his own.
To do what? The same thing? No, toys.
Cheap, nasty ones.
I didn´t even find out until the decree nisi that he was a registered heroin addict.
But then I´ve always had disastrous taste in men.
Here we are.
That´s David.
I only kept it because it has some rather dear friends in it.
I burnt the rest.
Hang on a minute.
What are you doing? Fay´s school play.
BRIAN: He´s the villain.
Evil villain.
You stay here in case he does a runner.
´´Good morning, my name is Detective Superintendent Sandra Pullman.
´´ ´´And this is Jack Halford.
´´ BRIAN: ´´How do you do? Welcome to my salubrious emporium.
´´ GERRY: ´´And what can I do for you? ´´ BRIAN: ´´Well ´´ Oh, no, hold on.
Look, he´s trying to sell them the business now.
Yeah, you´re right.
BRIAN: ´´I´m a purveyor of the finest plastic yachts this side of ´´ GERRY: ´´And is business good? ´´ BRIAN: ´´Oh, very good.
´´ GERRY: Jack´s had enough of that old flannel.
´´Now, wait a minute.
´´ Hold on, no, he´s holding fire.
What´s he saying? Oh, I know.
- ´´Do I detect the hint of a Scots accent? ´´ - Oh, yeah, very good.
GERRY: ´´Yes, but I wasn´t actually born there.
´´ Then the guvnor comes in.
´´Did you go to school there? ´´ And he´s saying, ´´Why, yes.
´´ And Jack says, ´´Whereabouts? Near Edinburgh? ´´ - Oh, that´s stopped him.
- Yeah.
Now he´s going to take a step back.
You watch.
Our people don´t move.
´´Stallourie? ´´ Yeah, he´s beginning to freak.
´´Yes, don´t you remember? ´´ BRIAN: Now he´ll either rub his hair or lick his lips.
(CHUCKLING) Two out of two.
Now for the big bomb, ´´Stallourie, where you met Fay McCloud.
´´ Show him the photo.
Show him the school photo.
Oh, very good.
´´There´s Fay and there´s you.
Remember her now? ´´You introduced her to heroin.
´´ No, he denies it.
Now Jack wades in with, ´´Killing her, chopping her up ´´and throwing her to wild boar.
´´ Now big pause.
- What´s he doing? - I don´t know.
Well, I´ve never seen that before.
I want to thank you for all you´ve done and so does my wife because I´m retiring.
- Ah.
- SANDRA: Oh.
I didn´t think I could.
Not until I´d really found Millicent, or Fay, as she is now.
- And you´ve done that.
- Well, with a little expert help.
Vicky´s going to help me tidy up.
I´m afraid I´m not very good at saying goodbye so - Au revoir, then.
- Bye-bye.
- Vicky.
- Bye-bye.
- Bye.
- SANDRA: Bye, Vicky.
Bye, Brian.
- Sweet man.
- Sweet girl.
Yeah, she likes you, too.
- You remind her - Of her dad.
Yes, thank you.
- How do you know? Have you told him? - No.
It´s all down to experience.
I understand exactly how women think.
Oh, really? That´s why you´ve had three marriages, is it? - I think I need another drink.
- To experience! What time do you make it, Gerry? Two minutes to nine.
- Okay.
- Off you go.
I´m afraid it´s not possible for you to interview David Hendry.
Oh, don´t tell me.
Psychiatric reports.
JACK: Is this about lawyers? Hendry was found hanged in his cell at 8:30 this morning.
Apparent suicide.
I´m sorry.
To tell you the truth, sir, I´m not.
This case wasn´t about him.
It was about her.
And we found her and we gave her back to the people who loved her, so Look, what you´ve done is outstanding.
It´s a fantastic achievement.
Congratulations, all of you.
Mr Strickland, um I seem to remember a little wager we had.
£20, I think.
- Yeah, yeah, you´ll get it.
- Thank you.
(GERRY CHUCKLING) Was that some kind of a bet? No.
Well, yes, but it was Look, it didn´t have anything to do with - Horses.
- No.
- Or dogs.
- No.
Tossers! It´s all right, it´s okay Doesn´t really matter if you´re old and grey It´s all right, I say, it´s okay Listen to what I say It´s all right, doing fine Doesn´t really matter if the sun don´t shine It´s all right, I say, it´s okay We´re getting to the end of the day Hi tech, low tech, take your pick ´Cause you can´t teach an old dog a brand new trick I don´t care what anybody says #At the end of the day #