New Tricks s07e01 Episode Script
Dead Man Talking
Sandra.
I'm in a rush, I'm sorry Tom.
I left a couple of messages on your phone.
Four, actually.
Yeah.
You're avoiding me.
I've just been very busy.
"You've been busy".
We're family, Sandra.
You're the only blood relative I have left.
I'm sorry, Tom.
He's in the room with us now.
He's standing just behind you, Victoria.
Vicky.
Oh, he's frowning.
I don't think he liked you shortening your name, did he? He hated it.
He seems agitated again.
It's as if he can't relax, can't settle.
Because of this unfinished business? I think so, yeah.
He says he needs your help.
He needs you to help him put it right.
Now he's holding up his hand.
There's a key in it.
This is what he did last time.
What does this key look like? Look, I must ask you to remain silent.
The connection to the spirit world is always tenuous.
What does the key mean? I'm not sure He seems to think that you might know.
Look, I don't think he's at all happy that there is a stranger in the room.
We need to know what happened the night he died.
No, no.
I'm sorry.
He's moving into the darkness.
Perhaps next time.
If this "unfinished business" refers to the burglary, it means it wasn't random.
My father was targeted, which makes his death murder, doesn't it? I'd like a word with Mr Carter in private, please, Vicky.
OK.
Thank you, again.
Pleasure.
You're a policewoman.
Detective Superintendent.
You were less than honest.
Coming from you, Mr Carter You're sceptical.
That's an occupational hazard.
Much of what I do seems outlandish, I understand that.
Actually, taking money from gullible people is quite commonplace.
Don't worry, what you're doing isn't illegal, although it probably should be.
I'm only here to evaluate whether there's any new evidence concerning the death of Miss Anderson's father.
I don't think what you have to say qualifies as evidence.
You lost someone who means a I'm not gullible.
Been gone a while now.
Your father? This kind of cheap parlour trick He's disappointed.
There's someone you should be closer to.
It's a sibling.
There's someone you've neglected.
# It's all right, it's OK # Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey # It's all right, I say, it's OK # 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 OK # We're getting to the end of the day # Douglas Anderson, a wealthy financier who made his money in investment banking in Hong Kong.
He retired and moved back to England with his family in 1997 when Hong Kong was handed back to the Chinese.
About 18 months ago, Mr Anderson returned to his house in Knightsbridge after a late dinner, where it appears, he surprised an intruder.
A struggle ensued and Anderson sustained several blows to the face and body.
According to the coroner, he suffered a fatal heart attack, but had a pre-existing heart condition.
So the death wasn't necessarily deliberate? There's no way to know.
Apparently there was a wealth of physical evidence, fingerprints at the scene, but the original investigation failed to identify the intruder.
He had no known enemies.
Maybe just at the wrong place at the wrong time A couple of days ago, Victoria Anderson, the victim's daughter, claimed to have uncovered new evidence suggesting that this burglary may not have been random.
And if that's the case, then perhaps his death wasn't accidental, either.
Vicky had been in contact with this man, Sebastian Carter.
Carter is a clairvoyant, a psychic.
He says that he'd been in touch with Anderson's spirit and that Anderson had unfinished business which he wished Vicky to conclude for him before he could find peace.
Yes, I know.
This is the bloke you went to see yesterday? Yeah.
And? And I don't know.
You don't know if he's really talking to the dead or not(?) Well, he could be.
Excuse me? No, no, no.
I was on a case in the '80s.
'84, I think.
And we knew this bloke had offed his wife, right, but we couldn't prove it, cos there was no body.
Well, one of the team brought in a mate of his who was into this clairvoyant stuff and he pinpointed where she was buried.
How? Well, she told him, apparently, you know, from the other side.
You're not buying any of this stuff, Jack? Well, of course I'm not, are you? Carter was Some of the things he said Like what? He was quite impressive.
He's a conman.
I'm not saying he's not a good one.
But what these people do is just cold reading.
Cold reading? Educated guesses based on your body language, your appearance and whatever.
I mean, for example, one glance at Brian and I can tell you that he had porridge this morning.
How did you know that? It's all down your front.
All right, these so-called clairvoyants are impressive, but come on Don't let's kid ourselves.
What, you think there might be something in this? No, course not.
Don't be silly.
It's justthere was something that Carter said during the consultation.
He said that he could see Anderson standing in the room with us and that Anderson Wait.
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Anderson was holding a key in his hand and somehow this key was significant.
What kind of key? I don't know, but the point is, Anderson's body was found on the floor of his study and it was surrounded by keys.
It appears that the intruder found Anderson's keyring in his pocket and was trying to open desk drawers and various cabinets in the room.
And none of this was made public at the time? No.
Lucky guess.
Why would you guess a key? Because it's general! It might not be a physical key, it might be a key to a code or a keyword.
It's open to interpretation.
That's how these people work.
Maybe he did know something.
Oh, don't you start.
No, no, look, what I am saying is, maybe this Carter character knew something about the burglary, but is pretending that he's being told by a ghost? That's interesting.
Yeah, yeah, it is.
Shouldn't be too difficult to prove, either.
I met him at a dinner, a charity thing.
I can't even remember what it was for now.
There was a drinks reception before we sat down to eat and I fell into conversation with Mr Carter about my work.
You're a photographer? Yeah.
Wildlife mostly.
It was a hobby that became a job.
Those are mine.
Heron Island, on the Great Barrier Reef.
It's an amazing place.
My dad bought a holiday home there when I was a kid.
I went back there last year, after he died, to get my head together.
Those were all taken then.
Ha! A noddy tern! It's a kind of bird.
Whoa! (Sorry.
) (Sit down!) Sebastian Carter? Yes, sorry.
I was talking to him at this drinks thing, when he suddenly told me he could see my father, standing right behind me.
And you believed him? Yes, I did.
He said that your father seemed agitated? He said that he was unable to find rest, that he had some kind of unfinished business that needed to be taken care of first.
What unfinished business? I don't know.
I've had several consultations with Mr Carter since then, but we can't get to the bottom of it.
And how much did these consultations cost? Oh, he's not charging me for them.
Mr Carter feels an obligation to help restless spirits find peace.
I think this unfinished business has something to do with Hong Kong.
Why do you say that? Because we left Hong Kong under a bit of a cloud.
I was young and I wasn't told very much, but I remember my mother saying that there were all sorts of accusations flying around about my Dad's business being dodgy, somehow.
Dodgy how? Dad always shrugged it off, said there was nothing to it.
But when we moved back here, my mother was diagnosed with cancer and my Dad retired, so he could look after her.
Whatever is disturbing him has to be to do with Hong Kong.
But unfinished business could also refer to a personal matter, though, couldn't it? Yes, I suppose it could, but I have no idea what that could be.
My dad didn't have much of a personal life after my mother died.
And this was the family home? And your father's body was found in the study? Yes, I found him.
Thank you.
Has anything changed in here since it happened? No.
I occasionally have to go through files for something, home insurance papers or whatever, but otherwise, it was Dad's space.
He didn't like us to come in here.
And your father's body was found where? Erm Over there, in front of the desk.
You were still living here at the time, weren't you? Yeah.
Dad liked company.
Although, that night, I'd been out.
I had a boyfriend at the time in North London and I'd stayed there.
When I came home in the morning, I found him.
There couldn't have been anybody else in the house? No.
Penny had moved into her own place a few months earlier.
Penny? Miss Anderson's sister.
Adopted sister, yeah.
You and Penny are close? Very close.
About these keys, the crime scene report said there were a lot of keys on the floor.
Dad liked to keep his keys in one of those old-fashioned leather pouches.
Aside from the house and the car, there were keys for the desk over there and some of these antique boxes.
None of them were ever used, but Dad liked to keep them all in one place.
So the thief tried out all the keys, but nothing was stolen? Not as far as I could tell.
The boxes were already empty and the paperwork in the desk seemed complete.
Well, there's things in here must be worth a few bob in their own right.
Nothing was missing? The police assume that Dad must have disturbed him before he had the chance.
You really believe that this Sebastian Carter character is in touch with your father's spirit? Yes, Mr Halford.
That is what I believe.
According to the original investigation, Vicky's alibi for the night of the burglary was watertight.
And there was no motive.
Except money.
She did get a nice big house out of it.
Yeah, but look at the place, it's like a shrine to her dad.
OK Hold on, hold on.
Penny Anderson's real father was a man called John Plummer, who had a construction company in Hong Kong.
Ha! What? Well, he had a construction company and his name was Plummer? Forget about it.
Yeah, yeah.
Anyway, he was imprisoned in '97, for conspiring to defraud the Chinese government, to the tune of several million quid.
The money was never recovered and he died in Victoria Prison in '99.
Well, we can scratch his name from the list of suspects.
What suspects? We haven't even got a crime! There was the break-in, Jack, and a possible murder rap.
The break-in was probably random.
Douglas Anderson disturbs a burglar, a fight ensues, his heart gives out.
It's happened before.
I want to see Carter again.
What about? I think there's something going on there.
The man's a fraud.
Not necessarily.
Spare me.
You two go and speak to Penny Anderson.
And ask her what? I want to know more about this fraud in Hong Kong, cos if several million quid disappeared, then maybe Douglas Anderson was involved somehow.
Maybe that's what the intruder was looking for.
Clutching at straws.
You got something better to do, Jack? Your real name is Guy Thomas and you have prior convictions for possession of Class A drugs.
That was before the call.
What call? The re-awakening.
The emergence.
There are many different names for it.
The realisation of my psychic gifts.
And this "re-awakening" presumably took place in 2004, while you were attending a three-day residential course in Watford, entitled 'Novice Clairvoyancy'.
That was a happy coincidence, wasn't it? Fortunately, Mr Lane, not everyone's as cynical about my gift.
How did you know about the keys? Keys? You said Anderson was holding a key.
Indeed.
Does that mean something to you? What do you know about Hong Kong? What is this, a general knowledge quiz? He worked in Hong Kong.
Apparently, he left under a cloud.
I make it a firm policy to know as little as possible about my clients or their families.
The less I know, the less I am prone to interpret the messages they receive.
Everything you told Victoria Anderson, you got from the ghost "Ghost" is not a term we enjoy.
But, yes.
I don't think so.
I think you know something about that burglary.
I think whatever the burglar was looking for, he didn't find.
Now you're trying to con Vicky Anderson into telling you where it is.
Oh, I think that's a very elaborate theory.
I'm going to prove it.
Do you know what I think, Detective Superintendent? I think you need me to be a fraud.
Because, if I am, then you won't have to believe that your father is very disappointed the way you've treated your brother.
But, whether you believe me or not .
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we both know it's true.
When I was three years old, my mother took a trip back to Gansu province, on the mainland, to see relatives.
She never came back.
Apparently, she had run into an old boyfriend and started up with him again and I've never heard from her since.
My father was friendly with Douglas Anderson, so I ended up being sent away to school in England with Vicky.
We became very close and, when my father was arrested and imprisoned, the Andersons took me in.
My father died a couple of years later and Douglas made the adoption official for legal reasons.
Do you know what your father was arrested for? Some kind of fraud.
I was away at school when it happened, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention it around here.
This company takes family history very seriously.
Did you ever visit your father in prison? No.
By the time A-levels were over, the Andersons had moved back to the UK, just ahead of the handover in July.
So the last time you saw him? Kai Tak Airport.
He gave me a hug and put me on the plane for the start of the summer term.
Did you have any contact with him after his arrest? Letters? No.
Look, I appreciate you taking my sister seriously with all this psychic business, but You don't think we should.
? Well, do you? Listen, thank you for your time.
Look, I'd never say this to Vicky, but she's been seeing people like this since her mother died.
You and I know they're all frauds, but she gets some comfort from it and that's fine with me.
I feel partly responsible for this one.
Vicky met this Sebastian Carter at a dinner I was supposed to go to.
I had too much work on, so Vicky took my place at the last minute.
So, if there's a way you can make this go away without hurting Vicky, I'd be very grateful.
And you're not interested in what happened to your adopted father? I know what happened.
He surprised a burglar and suffered a heart-attack.
I'd rather not drag up the past on the say-so of some psychic.
Oh, the unopened box.
Do you have any ideas about that? I'm sorry? The burglar used the keys to open various boxes and what have you that were in the study, but there was one box, black and gold with figurines, for which there was no key.
Oh.
I didn't know that.
I have no idea, I'm afraid.
Oh, don't worry.
Thank you.
What was all that about an unopened box? It came to me in a vision, Gerry.
What exactly are you playing at? Playing at? Yeah, you and Sebastian Carter.
Who? I don't believe he's a real psychic, Tom, so how did he know about you? I have no idea what you're talking about.
Stay away from me.
I see you took the dog for a walk in the park today.
I take the dog for a walk in the park every day.
Wrong! I do.
I mean, that's not how I knew.
Cold reading.
You see, I'm deducing details about you from tiny subtle clues.
A little bit of dried mud on the heel of your shoe, the dog hairs on the bottom of your trousers.
That and the fact that I told you I'd taken him not 20 minutes ago.
Now, you're a confident person, but sometimes you worry about the way others see you.
Well, everybody does, don't they? Your favourite colour's green.
Blue.
You spend a lot of time inside your own head.
You'd like to get more out of life, but there's a sense that something's holding you back.
Somebody.
The skin on your hands is dry and cracking.
You don't own a dishwasher, do you? You've always refused to buy one.
You're not a vain woman.
Careful! Outward appearances aren't important.
The make-up inexpertly applied.
You don't spend a lot of money at the hairdressers, do you? And you're left handed, which accounts for the nails on that hand being slightly uneven.
No, they're not.
Oh, I suppose they are a bit.
How did I do? Can I have a go? I deduce that you had a very big lunch today.
Ha-ha! Wrong! Sandwiches! That's a shame Cos you're not getting any supper.
Thanks, Nigel, that's great.
Oh, yeah, I will.
Yeah.
Ta-ra.
Well, apparently John Plummer's construction company had a contract to build a new admin building in Hong Kong for the incoming Chinese government.
But Plummer cooked the books and got caught - and the money was never recovered.
The Chinese accused one of their own - a man called Lau Cheung - of conspiring with Plummer from the inside.
Now Lau Cheung was arrested at the same time as Plummer, but was sent to Su Chou prison on the mainland, which apparently's horrible.
There's no way of knowing if this Lau Cheung is still alive.
And Douglas Anderson? Well, officially, there was nothing to connect Anderson with the fraud.
They're hot on that stuff over there, but couldn't find anything.
Unofficially? Well, unofficially, they were sure that a third man was involved, who made the money disappear, and although they couldn't prove that it was Douglas Anderson, my mate says they never bothered to look at anybody else.
If Anderson took the money, that was what the burglar was looking for.
We've got a fraud in Hong Kong, which Douglas Anderson is probably involved with, along with John Plummer, who is now dead, and Lau Cheung.
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Cheung - who knows where he is? Immigration are checking, but if he's here illegally Even if Anderson did have something to do with the fraud and even if that was somehow linked to the burglary, what's the connection with this Sebastian Carter character? He's been talking to Vicky Anderson about an aspect of the crime that no-one outside the investigation knew about.
He's involved somehow.
There is another possible lead.
While Plummer was in nick he had a cellmate called Simon Beswick.
He got out a few years ago and came back here.
I've got an address for him, off Gerard Street.
PHONE RINGS Gerrard Street.
Chinatown.
Detective Superintendent Pullman's phone.
Maybe Plummer talked to Beswick about what happened.
And if Anderson is involved in the fraud, maybe Beswick has some of the details.
Yeah, thanks very much.
You're never going to believe this.
Vicky Anderson's house has just been burgled again.
What? Got up this morning and the place had been turned over.
Well, that can't be a coincidence.
This isn't an ordinary burglary, so I want a full crime scene work-up and no-one else is to come in or out of the house till SOC get here.
Yes, ma'am.
Apparently, the burglar forced open the kitchen window.
You didn't hear anything? I haven't been sleeping since Mr Carter spoke to my father.
The last few days, I've been taking sleeping pills.
On prescription? No.
I gave them to her.
They were left over from a prescription I had a year or so ago.
Have you any idea what's missing? It's such a mess.
They've broken so many things, it'll take weeks to work out what's been taken.
If anything.
What do you mean? Well, the rest of the house was left alone, wasn't it? As far as I can tell.
Well, jewellery, TVs, DVD players It's all there.
Whoever did this was looking for something in particular.
Probably the same thing that the previous intruder was after.
What? Well, we were hoping you might help us with that.
I haven't got the faintest idea.
I think we need to sit down and have a little chat about Hong Kong.
Coming out at both ends, it was.
I spent three days in the toilet.
I got quite good at Sudoku, but I never ate octopus again.
I'm a bit worried about Sandra.
What about her? This Sebastian Carter fellow, he's really got under her skin, you know.
Don't be ridiculous, Brian.
Sandra's not going to fall for all that nonsense.
I wouldn't be so sure, Jack.
Yesterday, when we were in his office, he alluded to something he'd said to her when she went to see him with Vicky Anderson.
What? Something about her father and her brother, about her father being disappointed in her.
I asked her about it after, but she wouldn't say a word.
This brother business has really knocked her for six, you know.
The CPS aren't prosecuting him.
There's nothing more Sandra could do.
They should both just get on with their lives, as if they'd never met.
How could Carter know about any of this? He didn't know, Brian! That's what these people do.
They identify a weakness, then take advantage.
No wonder she was so keen on this case.
So, she's got to prove he's a fraud? Well, what if she can't? If the four of us can't prove that this clown isn't getting his information from ghosts, we should all Retire? You know what I mean.
Excuse me.
We're looking for Simon Beswick.
Gweilo.
Mr Beswick? I'm Brian Lane and this is Jack Halford.
We're working with the Metropolitan Police's Unsolved Crime and Open Cases squad.
Working "with", not for.
We're consultants, if you like.
And if I don't like? We have some questions about John Plummer.
You shared a cell with him in Hong Kong.
Bit of a rough old place, was it? Victoria Prison? Yeah.
This didn't happen there, though.
Liverpool.
1986.
Don't drink a bottle of Scotch and then get behind the wheel of a car.
I lost two fingers, a brand new Mercedes and all I had to show for it was a criminal record.
Next question? John Plummer was imprisoned for fraud.
Weren't we all? Did he talk to you about what he'd done? I'm sure you know enough about prisons.
No-one in there had done anything wrong.
Mr Beswick No, he didn't talk about it.
Did he mention a man called Lau Cheung? No.
Or Douglas Anderson? No.
Did he talk about his daughter? No.
Yes, he did.
A man in a foreign prison.
You were his cell-mate.
Even if he didn't say what he'd done, he talked about his only daughter.
She never came to see him, never even wrote him a letter.
You dwell too long on the whys and wherefores of that situation in a place like that, you go mad.
He missed her.
Did he know where she was? She was staying with friends.
He was looking forward to seeing her when he got out.
But that never happened, did it? Where were you on the night of March 17th, 2009? I've absolutely no idea.
What about last night? Why? What happened last night? Where were you, Mr Beswick? I was here.
Upstairs.
There's a bedsit up there, comes with the job.
Doing accounts for a grocery shop's a comedown from investment banking, isn't it? When you've been to prison for fraud, there's not many banks that'll take you on.
I was in prison with the cousin of the guy who owns this place.
He put a word in for me.
So you were here last night? I'm here every night.
What were you doing? Drinking.
Do you do that every night, as well? Yes, I do.
I'd have thought you'd have given that up, after I gave up driving instead.
Better for the planet.
I'm sorry I don't know more about my father's business in Hong Kong.
He was a private man and I was young, too young to have been interested, even if he had told me.
Yeah, he wasn't a criminal.
I don't know what anyone else has told you, but my father was a good man.
Yeah, but as you say, neither of you know enough about his past to be certain of that.
All we have left of him are memories.
A broken window frame can be fixed and I can live with the damage to some of his possessions, but if this investigation is going to tarnish his memory, then I OK, look, if the guy who killed your father was specifically targeting him We're just looking for the truth.
And if memory and the truth turn out to be two different things? I'd rather have the memory.
I hope Brian and Jack had more luck than us.
Sebastian Carter's involved in this somehow.
It doesn't make sense.
If he's trying to con her with all this psychic stuff, why risk it all by breaking into the house again? I know.
It doesn't make sense.
Ah, Jack? Yeah, it's me.
Nah, not very good, actually.
Excuse me? Oi! What? Grab the car! I'll call you back, mate! All right.
Let's just calm down, OK? We need to talk to Oi! Shit! It's OK.
I don't think anything's broken.
Not you, Gerry, the bloody car! No, the nose was a bit wider than that.
Yeah.
And make the lips a little bit thinner.
Yeah What do you think, Gerry? I don't know, all I saw was the bottom of his shoe.
Thanks very much.
Well, that's Simon Beswick in the clear.
He's already got a criminal record from the incident of the drink driving where he lost his fingers, so we've already got his prints on file, but they don't match the original burglar's.
SOC come back with anything from the latest burglary? A couple of partial ones, from the windowsill in the kitchen, but they don't match anything on the database and neither do they match the first burglary.
So, we've got two burglars? And neither of them is Beswick.
And neither registering as having a criminal record.
So, either this morning's was a first-timer Or he's never been caught.
Or he's never been caught in this country.
All right, let's get this picture and the new prints to your mate, see if he can get someone in Hong Kong to run them through the system, without taking six months over it.
My Auntie Edith used to have her palm read once a month.
She swore by it.
Oh, it's all a scam.
What's the harm? People get a bit of comfort out of it.
You try telling Sandra that.
This Sebastian Carter character, he's got her all worked up about how she's dealing with her brother.
Well, if she wasn't already feeling guilty, it wouldn't have had any effect on her, would it? That's as may be, but How did he know anyway? Know what? About Sandra's brother.
I don't think he did.
Lucky guess.
Oh.
Very lucky guess.
No, this is one of the techniques they use, Esther.
They know that everyone's got someone in their family who's died, so they start with that and they build on it, till they hit something that gets a reaction.
So it's quite clever, really.
It's a scam.
No, I mean, even if they're not what they claim, it's quite a skill, isn't it, reading people like that? Well, yeah.
As Jack says, it's not a million miles away from what we do, is it? You know, sizing up suspects and so on? I mean, we call it instinct, but really it's years of observation and experience.
So, why don't you use it on him? On Jack? No, on this Sebastian Whatsisname.
Carter? Yeah, that's it.
Use what? These techniques.
Turn the tables on him.
If you can't find anything that connects him with any of this What? Beat him at his own game, you mean? If he's guilty, there are bound to be signs, if you look hard enough.
A man with your deductive abilities.
Hmm No, Brian.
Why not? Everything else in this case so far's a dead end.
We all think Carter's involved.
We just can't prove it.
He's just going to admit it, if we confront him? Not exactly, but if we can play him at his own game, we might turn the tables on him.
We can't just go in there and use his own tricks to prompt a confession out of him.
He does this for a living.
So do we! Don't tell me you think this is a good idea, Jack? I think it's a daft idea.
And I think it might work.
What Brian's proposing is not very different from standard interview technique.
Exactly.
Let him think we know more than we do.
Yeah, I get it Brian.
I just think it's a bad idea.
Are you worried we might discover that Carter's the real thing? What? Oh, I see.
Cheers, Brian(!) Look, we're worried about you, Sandra.
Don't be.
Whatever he said to you about I don't want to talk about it, Jack.
He's a fake.
Sorry, what did I just say? Hey, the Hong Kong police have got our burglar's prints on file - one Daniel Cheung.
As in? As in the son of Lau Cheung, who was done for fraud with Plummer.
Entered the country two weeks ago, supposedly on holiday.
Out of the frame for the first burglary.
Different fingerprints.
Anyway, it's confirmed he was in Hong Kong at the time.
Where is he now? Well, he gave immigration an address in Chinatown.
Now the local boys said they can lay on a team to nab him, but they want you there to make the ID.
We've managed to borrow these glasses from counter-terrorism.
There's a hidden camera built into the frame.
Right, make sure you get a good look at everyone in there? Hold them, as long as you can.
When you see your man, shout out.
Yuen will stay with him, so we can nab him when he comes out.
Aren't you going to send any men in? No, we've got a few operations going on at the moment.
We don't want to spook anyone.
Besides, there might be one or two dog-lovers in there wouldn't be too pleased to see you.
Sorry.
Off you go.
Anything yet? I'd have said, wouldn't I? Keep going.
There's a table at the back, go back! Which way? Left.
Left! Back to your left.
Come on.
Get past him.
That was him.
I'm sure that was him.
That's him! That's him! That's our man.
Stay with him.
Target is about to exit the building.
He was with someone.
There's an exit at the back.
Have you got someone at the back? Go, go, go! Daniel Cheung, I'm arresting you on suspicion of burglary.
You don't have to say anything unless you want to.
You were with someone in there.
Who was it, where did they go? All right, get him in the van.
Who were you meeting, Mr Cheung? THEY SPEAK CANTONESE I was alone.
Two cups.
Do you see? THEY SPEAK CANTONESE One of them was already there when I arrived.
There's an awful lot of change on that bill.
What sort of tea were you drinking? THEY SPEAK CANTONESE I'm a big tipper.
You've already been charged with breaking and entering Vicky Anderson's house.
Plus you assaulted my colleague.
My point is you're in a lot of trouble, Mr Cheung, so telling us the truth now can only help you.
I wasn't meeting anyone.
Who are you afraid of? Not you.
What were you looking for in Vicky Anderson's house? Jewellery.
Money.
Nothing to do with your father Lau Cheung, who's in prison because of a fraud he perpetrated with John Plummer in Hong Kong? And John Plummer is an associate of Douglas Anderson.
The man whose house you broke into.
Do you really expect us to believe that's some sort of coincidence? KNOCK ON DOOR For the benefit of the tape, Mr Halford and Mr Lane are now entering the room and have handed me a slip of paper, which we will label Exhibit JH-1.
I'm showing Mr Cheung Exhibit JH-1.
No need.
That's a list of phone numbers that you've called from your mobile over the last few days.
And that number there belongs to Sebastian Carter, and I don't think he speaks Chinese.
THEY SPEAK CANTONESE Sorry to waste your time.
At Mr Cheung's request, the interpreter has left the room.
My father isn't in prison.
He's dead.
Douglas Anderson killed him, just as he killed John Plummer.
He said he'd call in some favours, pull some strings to get them off, that they wouldn't go to prison.
And split the money three ways? He didn't do anything for them.
He didn't even show up in court! My family lost everything.
My father went to Su Chou prison.
Have you any idea what that prison is like? The Chinese government seized everything my father had and threw my mother and I onto the street.
And Douglas Anderson kept all the money? Who told you all this? My mother.
Is she still in Hong Kong? I grew up on the Peak, one of the best addresses in Hong Kong.
We were a wealthy family, part of society.
Now my mother lives in a tin shack in the slum down by the harbour, with the rats and cockroaches.
This is what Douglas Anderson did to us.
So you came over to find the money.
No such luck, eh? What were you doing hanging around the next day? Were you going to give it another go? You called Sebastian Carter.
Where does he come into all this? How do you know Sebastian Carter, Mr Cheung? Your father died in prison as a result of what Douglas Anderson did.
You and your mother were thrown out onto the street.
Well, a jury is going to understand the hardship you've been through.
Now, if you've been manipulated, if you weren't acting alone, then that just makes you more sympathetic.
Did Sebastian Carter put you up to this? Is that who you're afraid of? I'm not saying any more.
Well, I reported my phone stolen a week ago.
Whoever took it must have made these calls to your Mr Chen.
Cheung.
Cheung.
Sorry, I'm hearing the name for the first time.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS Any chance we could stop messing about now? You met with Daniel Cheung at a tea house in Chinatown earlier today.
No.
We've got video.
Not of me, you haven't.
I was here with a client.
Ask my receptionist.
Then who was he meeting? I don't know the man.
Daniel Cheung broke into Vicky Anderson's house at your request.
He called you afterwards.
No! Now I think you should all just leave.
Nothing more to say on this subject.
Oh, yes, you do, Mr Carter.
Not in so many words maybe, but we both know you're speaking volumes without saying anything.
Oh, no Now, you cut yourself shaving this morning, didn't you? You don't normally shave yourself, do you? You go to the barber's.
And that's a fake tan, which needs topping-up.
And when did you last have a manicure? Now, I notice those shoes have recently been re-soled.
Nice shoes, but why didn't you just go and get another pair? Are you on an economy drive? I understand what you're doing.
What time is it, Mr Carter? Oh, no watch! You normally wear one, don't you? Cos there's a tan line round your wrist.
That's a dead giveaway.
And I bet it was an expensive watch.
How much did the pawnbroker give you for it? This is ridiculous.
Is it? Isn't this how you make a living? No, this is cheap theatrics.
Whereas you have a gift? That's right.
You saw Douglas Anderson's ghost.
I did.
And he told you he had unfinished business.
That's right.
And he was holding a key.
And he was talking about an unopened box.
Yes.
What was it like? Well, it waswooden, with gold and black lacquer.
You are a liar and a fraud.
There was no unopened box at the Anderson house.
Well, then I'm confused.
I mean, I can't always be exactly Please don't be confused, Mr Carter.
There was no box because I made it up.
I told Penny Anderson it was significant in the hope that that information would crop up again somewhere else.
And lo and behold It wasn't about the money.
Revenge, then? My real father suffered an injustice.
During the commission of a crime.
Douglas Anderson left my father to die in prison.
He also took you in and treated you as his own daughter.
Whereas your real father's actions could have put you in an orphanage.
How long have you known about Hong Kong? A couple of years.
The company I work for, their head office is in Hong Kong.
They had some dealings with my father's construction company years ago and I was asked to dig out the particulars of one of these deals from the computer archive.
I found copies of memos my father had written.
It was It was like I could hear his voice again after all these years.
I started digging and I followed a trail of newspaper articles and court reports until I had uncovered the truth.
So then you broke into the house in Knightsbridge looking for clues as to where Douglas Anderson may have hidden the money.
That's right.
What happened? Douglas Dad found me in the study.
I confronted him about what had happened and what I'd found out.
It must have been too much for him.
He His, um He, his heart, it, um It's all right.
You can stop there.
Are you OK? Right, let's start from the beginning, shall we? Preferably with a version of the story that's at least plausible this time.
Douglas Anderson's involvement in this fraud was never proved, Penny.
It didn't appear in the newspaper articles or the court records of the time.
And his heart gave out as the result of a struggle with an intruder.
During which he sustained several blows about the face and body which were not delivered by a person of your size and build.
We know that Daniel Cheung was in Hong Kong at the time, so who broke into the house? We'll come back to that.
What's your relationship with Cheung? I tracked him down in Hong Kong.
His father suffered an even worse fate than mine did.
Part of that money belonged to him.
It belongs to the Chinese government.
And when my colleague told you about the unopened box, you sent Daniel Cheung to burgle the house again.
Did you meet with him this morning? Yes.
Where? In a tea house.
Tell us about Sebastian Carter.
Vicky fell for all this psychic nonsense just after her mother died.
I found Carter.
He needed money.
I thought if he could persuade her that her father was talking to him, she'd open up a dialogue with Carter and he'd be able to find the location of the money from her.
Assuming she knew it.
She knew.
I don't think she does.
Your scheme would never have worked.
Douglas Anderson wouldn't have taken that secret to his grave.
Maybe not.
But he didn't know he was going to his grave, did he? Who broke into the house that night? I don't know.
That's not true.
My life has been a lie.
Douglas Anderson cheated my father and left him to rot in a prison.
That's not an answer to the question.
He must have told Vicky where the money was.
What if he didn't? She knew the truth.
All this time, they were both laughing at me.
No.
At my father.
I don't think so.
And if she didn't know, then she's lost her father and her sister has betrayed her, and she doesn't even know why.
There's an awful lot of red ink in Carter's books.
That's fine.
I reckon he must have been counting on his share of the fraud money to bail him out.
That's not who Penny's protecting.
I wouldn't fancy him in a fight with Douglas Anderson, anyway.
That's brilliant, thank you very much.
So what's the opposite of an alibi? I don't know.
No, neither do I, but I think I've just heard it.
Penny Anderson reckons she was the one who met Daniel Cheung at the tea house, right? Well, that was her company and according to her assistant, she was at a marketing meeting in the boardroom till lunchtime.
So who was Daniel Cheung meeting? Well, not Carter, and it wasn't Penny.
And we know it's not Simon Beswick.
Do we? Plummer was his cellmate.
He could have told him about the fraud and that Anderson still had the money and Beswick fancied it for himself.
But why would Penny be protecting Beswick? She's put a lot on the line.
I don't see why she'd feel loyalty towards a man she doesn't know.
No, it can't be Beswick.
Both us and the original investigation ran the prints on the first burglary.
Beswick has a criminal record.
There would have been a match.
Unless they do know each other.
Who? Penny and Beswick? Sandra, what Jack says is right.
The prints don't match.
It's not Beswick.
It's not Beswick.
It never was Beswick.
What wasn't? Of course the prints don't match.
God, that's very clever.
What is? There's only one person that Penny could be protecting and it's not Beswick.
He's just calling himself Beswick.
We've got him.
He's not here and the bed-sit upstairs has been cleared out.
Well, as neither of us speak Chinese, as far as we can work out, he's been gone for a couple of hours.
If he knows the others have been arrested, he might think this is his last chance to force Vicky to tell him where the money is.
John Plummer, you're under arrest.
I want my money! You're not as handy as the other bloke.
Come on, up you get.
We knew Penny was protecting someone but we just couldn't work out who.
You were the only person left in the mix, but why would Penny protect Simon Beswick, a man she didn't know? We'd already discounted Simon Beswick because his fingerprints didn't match those left at the scene of the burglary.
Then we realised there might be another reason why the prints didn't match - you're not Beswick.
What happened to him? He died in prison.
Pneumonia.
It was just about the time the British were leaving and the Chinese were taking over.
One bureaucracy supplanting another.
There was enough confusion that the right bribes in the right places allowed him to be buried as John Plummer.
So you became Beswick, who was serving a much shorter sentence.
You seem to know all the details.
Do you need me to be here? I want to know about the fingers.
I bet you do.
Bit of a desperate measure, wasn't it? I don't imagine any of you ever saw the inside of Victoria Prison, did you? It was a hellhole.
Bad enough when we were running it.
It was only going to get a lot worse when the Chinese took over.
And I was a gweilo, a foreigner who'd stolen millions of dollars from their own government.
The only way I was getting out of that place was in a box.
And Beswick's missing fingers were noted on his prison file.
Exactly.
I'd managed to squeeze Beswick's whole tedious life story out of him before he croaked.
I knew everything about the man.
But the fingers were a bit of a giveaway.
How did you? One of the machines in the prison laundry.
And I used a steam-press to cauterise the wounds.
Gory enough for you? Take us through the death of Douglas Anderson, Mr Plummer.
Yes, that didn't go quite according to plan.
Because he died? Because the bastard died before I could kill him.
I broke in that night with two aims.
Douglas was going to tell me where the money was and then I was going to kill him.
But best laid plans and all that.
When Douglas got back, he found me waiting for him.
I think he was scared.
He should have been.
All that time in prison, this was all I'd thought about.
I hit him a couple of times for my own gratification.
I'd no idea he'd developed a heart problem.
The coward started turning blue there and then, so the clock was ticking.
And that's when he told you about the key? That's all I could get out of him.
He kept saying, "The key, the key," over and over again.
So I got his keys out, opened everything I could.
Found nothing.
Douglas seemed to find this funny, or maybe he was having some kind of seizure.
Either way, I lost my temper and hit him again.
And that's when he died.
No remorse? He stole from me.
Then you and Penny cooked up this scheme with Sebastian Carter.
That was Penny's bright idea.
I was all for doing a repeat performance with the girl, but we couldn't be absolutely sure she knew where the money was.
She didn't.
Apparently not.
So all of this was for nothing.
You win some, you lose some.
What about your daughter, Penny? What about her? You went to prison, you left her on her own.
I'm sure she had a nice life with the Andersons.
Which you ripped apart by coming back and telling her what had happened.
I told her the truth.
And now she faces a prison sentence because she tried to help you.
Her choice.
That's it? Yeah.
Your only child.
I barely know the girl.
Poor Penny.
Given the circumstances, I imagine the courts will be quite lenient with her.
It's broken, though, isn't it? Everything.
Yes, it is.
What are you going to do? Are you going to stay here? I put the house on the market this morning.
Ah.
The contents, everything.
I don't want it.
I'm sorry about your father.
The man everyone's talking about isn't the man I knew, or the man I want to remember.
Does that make sense? Yes.
I'm going back to Australia, to Heron Island.
All my best memories are there of him and my mother.
All of us together.
And Penny.
I'd like her to join me, but The noddy tern! Brian! The noddy tern! The key! It's not a key, it's a CAY! Heron Island.
Yes.
You say your family had a home there.
That's right.
Heron Island.
It's on the Great Barrier Reef.
It's famously composed of coral sand, rather than rock.
So what do we call an island that's composed of coral sand? A cay.
A cay.
C-A-Y.
Douglas Anderson was saying cay, not key! And that's where the money is.
On Heron Island? There's a safe.
Dad had it put in when we left Hong Kong.
But it's not big enough to hold all that money.
Not the money, maybe, but the paperwork.
All the details of the bank account where the money's kept.
We should get the Aussie cops to search that house.
It's been there all this time? He never spent a penny of it, and he never told anyone.
What was the point? Why did he do it? That's the one question we can't answer.
Maybe my mother knows.
There's a woman in Whitechapel my mother communicates with.
I should speak to her before I go.
I'll let you know if I find anything out.
Well done, Brian.
Poor girl, though, eh? Sins of the father.
Or three fathers, in this case.
Yeah, well, you can't choose your family, can? Sorry, Sandra.
It's all right.
He was a fraud, Sandra.
Sebastian Carter, I mean.
He didn't know anything.
He did, though, didn't he? It doesn't really matter that he wasn't communing with the dead.
He was right about what my dad would think.
The situation with your brother isn't easy.
No, it's not easy.
It's not meant to be easy, Jack.
Whatever you think I've done now You haven't done anything.
My father had an affair with your mother.
Now, I don't like that, but then I don't suppose he was doing it to gain my approval.
None of this is your fault is actually what I'm trying to say.
I know that.
Yeah.
If you don't want to have anything to do with me, I understand.
I'm not much of a family person.
Was he a nice guy? I think so, yeah.
Well, that's something, then.
There's a pub at the end of your road.
Yes.
Can I buy you a drink? Yes, you can.
Do you want to come in? I'm not sure how this is going to work out.
Me, neither.
That's OK, isn't it? I think it'll have to be.
# It's all right It's OK # Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey # It's all right I say it's OK # 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 OK # We're gettin' to the end of the day.
#
I'm in a rush, I'm sorry Tom.
I left a couple of messages on your phone.
Four, actually.
Yeah.
You're avoiding me.
I've just been very busy.
"You've been busy".
We're family, Sandra.
You're the only blood relative I have left.
I'm sorry, Tom.
He's in the room with us now.
He's standing just behind you, Victoria.
Vicky.
Oh, he's frowning.
I don't think he liked you shortening your name, did he? He hated it.
He seems agitated again.
It's as if he can't relax, can't settle.
Because of this unfinished business? I think so, yeah.
He says he needs your help.
He needs you to help him put it right.
Now he's holding up his hand.
There's a key in it.
This is what he did last time.
What does this key look like? Look, I must ask you to remain silent.
The connection to the spirit world is always tenuous.
What does the key mean? I'm not sure He seems to think that you might know.
Look, I don't think he's at all happy that there is a stranger in the room.
We need to know what happened the night he died.
No, no.
I'm sorry.
He's moving into the darkness.
Perhaps next time.
If this "unfinished business" refers to the burglary, it means it wasn't random.
My father was targeted, which makes his death murder, doesn't it? I'd like a word with Mr Carter in private, please, Vicky.
OK.
Thank you, again.
Pleasure.
You're a policewoman.
Detective Superintendent.
You were less than honest.
Coming from you, Mr Carter You're sceptical.
That's an occupational hazard.
Much of what I do seems outlandish, I understand that.
Actually, taking money from gullible people is quite commonplace.
Don't worry, what you're doing isn't illegal, although it probably should be.
I'm only here to evaluate whether there's any new evidence concerning the death of Miss Anderson's father.
I don't think what you have to say qualifies as evidence.
You lost someone who means a I'm not gullible.
Been gone a while now.
Your father? This kind of cheap parlour trick He's disappointed.
There's someone you should be closer to.
It's a sibling.
There's someone you've neglected.
# It's all right, it's OK # Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey # It's all right, I say, it's OK # 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 OK # We're getting to the end of the day # Douglas Anderson, a wealthy financier who made his money in investment banking in Hong Kong.
He retired and moved back to England with his family in 1997 when Hong Kong was handed back to the Chinese.
About 18 months ago, Mr Anderson returned to his house in Knightsbridge after a late dinner, where it appears, he surprised an intruder.
A struggle ensued and Anderson sustained several blows to the face and body.
According to the coroner, he suffered a fatal heart attack, but had a pre-existing heart condition.
So the death wasn't necessarily deliberate? There's no way to know.
Apparently there was a wealth of physical evidence, fingerprints at the scene, but the original investigation failed to identify the intruder.
He had no known enemies.
Maybe just at the wrong place at the wrong time A couple of days ago, Victoria Anderson, the victim's daughter, claimed to have uncovered new evidence suggesting that this burglary may not have been random.
And if that's the case, then perhaps his death wasn't accidental, either.
Vicky had been in contact with this man, Sebastian Carter.
Carter is a clairvoyant, a psychic.
He says that he'd been in touch with Anderson's spirit and that Anderson had unfinished business which he wished Vicky to conclude for him before he could find peace.
Yes, I know.
This is the bloke you went to see yesterday? Yeah.
And? And I don't know.
You don't know if he's really talking to the dead or not(?) Well, he could be.
Excuse me? No, no, no.
I was on a case in the '80s.
'84, I think.
And we knew this bloke had offed his wife, right, but we couldn't prove it, cos there was no body.
Well, one of the team brought in a mate of his who was into this clairvoyant stuff and he pinpointed where she was buried.
How? Well, she told him, apparently, you know, from the other side.
You're not buying any of this stuff, Jack? Well, of course I'm not, are you? Carter was Some of the things he said Like what? He was quite impressive.
He's a conman.
I'm not saying he's not a good one.
But what these people do is just cold reading.
Cold reading? Educated guesses based on your body language, your appearance and whatever.
I mean, for example, one glance at Brian and I can tell you that he had porridge this morning.
How did you know that? It's all down your front.
All right, these so-called clairvoyants are impressive, but come on Don't let's kid ourselves.
What, you think there might be something in this? No, course not.
Don't be silly.
It's justthere was something that Carter said during the consultation.
He said that he could see Anderson standing in the room with us and that Anderson Wait.
.
.
Anderson was holding a key in his hand and somehow this key was significant.
What kind of key? I don't know, but the point is, Anderson's body was found on the floor of his study and it was surrounded by keys.
It appears that the intruder found Anderson's keyring in his pocket and was trying to open desk drawers and various cabinets in the room.
And none of this was made public at the time? No.
Lucky guess.
Why would you guess a key? Because it's general! It might not be a physical key, it might be a key to a code or a keyword.
It's open to interpretation.
That's how these people work.
Maybe he did know something.
Oh, don't you start.
No, no, look, what I am saying is, maybe this Carter character knew something about the burglary, but is pretending that he's being told by a ghost? That's interesting.
Yeah, yeah, it is.
Shouldn't be too difficult to prove, either.
I met him at a dinner, a charity thing.
I can't even remember what it was for now.
There was a drinks reception before we sat down to eat and I fell into conversation with Mr Carter about my work.
You're a photographer? Yeah.
Wildlife mostly.
It was a hobby that became a job.
Those are mine.
Heron Island, on the Great Barrier Reef.
It's an amazing place.
My dad bought a holiday home there when I was a kid.
I went back there last year, after he died, to get my head together.
Those were all taken then.
Ha! A noddy tern! It's a kind of bird.
Whoa! (Sorry.
) (Sit down!) Sebastian Carter? Yes, sorry.
I was talking to him at this drinks thing, when he suddenly told me he could see my father, standing right behind me.
And you believed him? Yes, I did.
He said that your father seemed agitated? He said that he was unable to find rest, that he had some kind of unfinished business that needed to be taken care of first.
What unfinished business? I don't know.
I've had several consultations with Mr Carter since then, but we can't get to the bottom of it.
And how much did these consultations cost? Oh, he's not charging me for them.
Mr Carter feels an obligation to help restless spirits find peace.
I think this unfinished business has something to do with Hong Kong.
Why do you say that? Because we left Hong Kong under a bit of a cloud.
I was young and I wasn't told very much, but I remember my mother saying that there were all sorts of accusations flying around about my Dad's business being dodgy, somehow.
Dodgy how? Dad always shrugged it off, said there was nothing to it.
But when we moved back here, my mother was diagnosed with cancer and my Dad retired, so he could look after her.
Whatever is disturbing him has to be to do with Hong Kong.
But unfinished business could also refer to a personal matter, though, couldn't it? Yes, I suppose it could, but I have no idea what that could be.
My dad didn't have much of a personal life after my mother died.
And this was the family home? And your father's body was found in the study? Yes, I found him.
Thank you.
Has anything changed in here since it happened? No.
I occasionally have to go through files for something, home insurance papers or whatever, but otherwise, it was Dad's space.
He didn't like us to come in here.
And your father's body was found where? Erm Over there, in front of the desk.
You were still living here at the time, weren't you? Yeah.
Dad liked company.
Although, that night, I'd been out.
I had a boyfriend at the time in North London and I'd stayed there.
When I came home in the morning, I found him.
There couldn't have been anybody else in the house? No.
Penny had moved into her own place a few months earlier.
Penny? Miss Anderson's sister.
Adopted sister, yeah.
You and Penny are close? Very close.
About these keys, the crime scene report said there were a lot of keys on the floor.
Dad liked to keep his keys in one of those old-fashioned leather pouches.
Aside from the house and the car, there were keys for the desk over there and some of these antique boxes.
None of them were ever used, but Dad liked to keep them all in one place.
So the thief tried out all the keys, but nothing was stolen? Not as far as I could tell.
The boxes were already empty and the paperwork in the desk seemed complete.
Well, there's things in here must be worth a few bob in their own right.
Nothing was missing? The police assume that Dad must have disturbed him before he had the chance.
You really believe that this Sebastian Carter character is in touch with your father's spirit? Yes, Mr Halford.
That is what I believe.
According to the original investigation, Vicky's alibi for the night of the burglary was watertight.
And there was no motive.
Except money.
She did get a nice big house out of it.
Yeah, but look at the place, it's like a shrine to her dad.
OK Hold on, hold on.
Penny Anderson's real father was a man called John Plummer, who had a construction company in Hong Kong.
Ha! What? Well, he had a construction company and his name was Plummer? Forget about it.
Yeah, yeah.
Anyway, he was imprisoned in '97, for conspiring to defraud the Chinese government, to the tune of several million quid.
The money was never recovered and he died in Victoria Prison in '99.
Well, we can scratch his name from the list of suspects.
What suspects? We haven't even got a crime! There was the break-in, Jack, and a possible murder rap.
The break-in was probably random.
Douglas Anderson disturbs a burglar, a fight ensues, his heart gives out.
It's happened before.
I want to see Carter again.
What about? I think there's something going on there.
The man's a fraud.
Not necessarily.
Spare me.
You two go and speak to Penny Anderson.
And ask her what? I want to know more about this fraud in Hong Kong, cos if several million quid disappeared, then maybe Douglas Anderson was involved somehow.
Maybe that's what the intruder was looking for.
Clutching at straws.
You got something better to do, Jack? Your real name is Guy Thomas and you have prior convictions for possession of Class A drugs.
That was before the call.
What call? The re-awakening.
The emergence.
There are many different names for it.
The realisation of my psychic gifts.
And this "re-awakening" presumably took place in 2004, while you were attending a three-day residential course in Watford, entitled 'Novice Clairvoyancy'.
That was a happy coincidence, wasn't it? Fortunately, Mr Lane, not everyone's as cynical about my gift.
How did you know about the keys? Keys? You said Anderson was holding a key.
Indeed.
Does that mean something to you? What do you know about Hong Kong? What is this, a general knowledge quiz? He worked in Hong Kong.
Apparently, he left under a cloud.
I make it a firm policy to know as little as possible about my clients or their families.
The less I know, the less I am prone to interpret the messages they receive.
Everything you told Victoria Anderson, you got from the ghost "Ghost" is not a term we enjoy.
But, yes.
I don't think so.
I think you know something about that burglary.
I think whatever the burglar was looking for, he didn't find.
Now you're trying to con Vicky Anderson into telling you where it is.
Oh, I think that's a very elaborate theory.
I'm going to prove it.
Do you know what I think, Detective Superintendent? I think you need me to be a fraud.
Because, if I am, then you won't have to believe that your father is very disappointed the way you've treated your brother.
But, whether you believe me or not .
.
we both know it's true.
When I was three years old, my mother took a trip back to Gansu province, on the mainland, to see relatives.
She never came back.
Apparently, she had run into an old boyfriend and started up with him again and I've never heard from her since.
My father was friendly with Douglas Anderson, so I ended up being sent away to school in England with Vicky.
We became very close and, when my father was arrested and imprisoned, the Andersons took me in.
My father died a couple of years later and Douglas made the adoption official for legal reasons.
Do you know what your father was arrested for? Some kind of fraud.
I was away at school when it happened, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention it around here.
This company takes family history very seriously.
Did you ever visit your father in prison? No.
By the time A-levels were over, the Andersons had moved back to the UK, just ahead of the handover in July.
So the last time you saw him? Kai Tak Airport.
He gave me a hug and put me on the plane for the start of the summer term.
Did you have any contact with him after his arrest? Letters? No.
Look, I appreciate you taking my sister seriously with all this psychic business, but You don't think we should.
? Well, do you? Listen, thank you for your time.
Look, I'd never say this to Vicky, but she's been seeing people like this since her mother died.
You and I know they're all frauds, but she gets some comfort from it and that's fine with me.
I feel partly responsible for this one.
Vicky met this Sebastian Carter at a dinner I was supposed to go to.
I had too much work on, so Vicky took my place at the last minute.
So, if there's a way you can make this go away without hurting Vicky, I'd be very grateful.
And you're not interested in what happened to your adopted father? I know what happened.
He surprised a burglar and suffered a heart-attack.
I'd rather not drag up the past on the say-so of some psychic.
Oh, the unopened box.
Do you have any ideas about that? I'm sorry? The burglar used the keys to open various boxes and what have you that were in the study, but there was one box, black and gold with figurines, for which there was no key.
Oh.
I didn't know that.
I have no idea, I'm afraid.
Oh, don't worry.
Thank you.
What was all that about an unopened box? It came to me in a vision, Gerry.
What exactly are you playing at? Playing at? Yeah, you and Sebastian Carter.
Who? I don't believe he's a real psychic, Tom, so how did he know about you? I have no idea what you're talking about.
Stay away from me.
I see you took the dog for a walk in the park today.
I take the dog for a walk in the park every day.
Wrong! I do.
I mean, that's not how I knew.
Cold reading.
You see, I'm deducing details about you from tiny subtle clues.
A little bit of dried mud on the heel of your shoe, the dog hairs on the bottom of your trousers.
That and the fact that I told you I'd taken him not 20 minutes ago.
Now, you're a confident person, but sometimes you worry about the way others see you.
Well, everybody does, don't they? Your favourite colour's green.
Blue.
You spend a lot of time inside your own head.
You'd like to get more out of life, but there's a sense that something's holding you back.
Somebody.
The skin on your hands is dry and cracking.
You don't own a dishwasher, do you? You've always refused to buy one.
You're not a vain woman.
Careful! Outward appearances aren't important.
The make-up inexpertly applied.
You don't spend a lot of money at the hairdressers, do you? And you're left handed, which accounts for the nails on that hand being slightly uneven.
No, they're not.
Oh, I suppose they are a bit.
How did I do? Can I have a go? I deduce that you had a very big lunch today.
Ha-ha! Wrong! Sandwiches! That's a shame Cos you're not getting any supper.
Thanks, Nigel, that's great.
Oh, yeah, I will.
Yeah.
Ta-ra.
Well, apparently John Plummer's construction company had a contract to build a new admin building in Hong Kong for the incoming Chinese government.
But Plummer cooked the books and got caught - and the money was never recovered.
The Chinese accused one of their own - a man called Lau Cheung - of conspiring with Plummer from the inside.
Now Lau Cheung was arrested at the same time as Plummer, but was sent to Su Chou prison on the mainland, which apparently's horrible.
There's no way of knowing if this Lau Cheung is still alive.
And Douglas Anderson? Well, officially, there was nothing to connect Anderson with the fraud.
They're hot on that stuff over there, but couldn't find anything.
Unofficially? Well, unofficially, they were sure that a third man was involved, who made the money disappear, and although they couldn't prove that it was Douglas Anderson, my mate says they never bothered to look at anybody else.
If Anderson took the money, that was what the burglar was looking for.
We've got a fraud in Hong Kong, which Douglas Anderson is probably involved with, along with John Plummer, who is now dead, and Lau Cheung.
.
.
Cheung - who knows where he is? Immigration are checking, but if he's here illegally Even if Anderson did have something to do with the fraud and even if that was somehow linked to the burglary, what's the connection with this Sebastian Carter character? He's been talking to Vicky Anderson about an aspect of the crime that no-one outside the investigation knew about.
He's involved somehow.
There is another possible lead.
While Plummer was in nick he had a cellmate called Simon Beswick.
He got out a few years ago and came back here.
I've got an address for him, off Gerard Street.
PHONE RINGS Gerrard Street.
Chinatown.
Detective Superintendent Pullman's phone.
Maybe Plummer talked to Beswick about what happened.
And if Anderson is involved in the fraud, maybe Beswick has some of the details.
Yeah, thanks very much.
You're never going to believe this.
Vicky Anderson's house has just been burgled again.
What? Got up this morning and the place had been turned over.
Well, that can't be a coincidence.
This isn't an ordinary burglary, so I want a full crime scene work-up and no-one else is to come in or out of the house till SOC get here.
Yes, ma'am.
Apparently, the burglar forced open the kitchen window.
You didn't hear anything? I haven't been sleeping since Mr Carter spoke to my father.
The last few days, I've been taking sleeping pills.
On prescription? No.
I gave them to her.
They were left over from a prescription I had a year or so ago.
Have you any idea what's missing? It's such a mess.
They've broken so many things, it'll take weeks to work out what's been taken.
If anything.
What do you mean? Well, the rest of the house was left alone, wasn't it? As far as I can tell.
Well, jewellery, TVs, DVD players It's all there.
Whoever did this was looking for something in particular.
Probably the same thing that the previous intruder was after.
What? Well, we were hoping you might help us with that.
I haven't got the faintest idea.
I think we need to sit down and have a little chat about Hong Kong.
Coming out at both ends, it was.
I spent three days in the toilet.
I got quite good at Sudoku, but I never ate octopus again.
I'm a bit worried about Sandra.
What about her? This Sebastian Carter fellow, he's really got under her skin, you know.
Don't be ridiculous, Brian.
Sandra's not going to fall for all that nonsense.
I wouldn't be so sure, Jack.
Yesterday, when we were in his office, he alluded to something he'd said to her when she went to see him with Vicky Anderson.
What? Something about her father and her brother, about her father being disappointed in her.
I asked her about it after, but she wouldn't say a word.
This brother business has really knocked her for six, you know.
The CPS aren't prosecuting him.
There's nothing more Sandra could do.
They should both just get on with their lives, as if they'd never met.
How could Carter know about any of this? He didn't know, Brian! That's what these people do.
They identify a weakness, then take advantage.
No wonder she was so keen on this case.
So, she's got to prove he's a fraud? Well, what if she can't? If the four of us can't prove that this clown isn't getting his information from ghosts, we should all Retire? You know what I mean.
Excuse me.
We're looking for Simon Beswick.
Gweilo.
Mr Beswick? I'm Brian Lane and this is Jack Halford.
We're working with the Metropolitan Police's Unsolved Crime and Open Cases squad.
Working "with", not for.
We're consultants, if you like.
And if I don't like? We have some questions about John Plummer.
You shared a cell with him in Hong Kong.
Bit of a rough old place, was it? Victoria Prison? Yeah.
This didn't happen there, though.
Liverpool.
1986.
Don't drink a bottle of Scotch and then get behind the wheel of a car.
I lost two fingers, a brand new Mercedes and all I had to show for it was a criminal record.
Next question? John Plummer was imprisoned for fraud.
Weren't we all? Did he talk to you about what he'd done? I'm sure you know enough about prisons.
No-one in there had done anything wrong.
Mr Beswick No, he didn't talk about it.
Did he mention a man called Lau Cheung? No.
Or Douglas Anderson? No.
Did he talk about his daughter? No.
Yes, he did.
A man in a foreign prison.
You were his cell-mate.
Even if he didn't say what he'd done, he talked about his only daughter.
She never came to see him, never even wrote him a letter.
You dwell too long on the whys and wherefores of that situation in a place like that, you go mad.
He missed her.
Did he know where she was? She was staying with friends.
He was looking forward to seeing her when he got out.
But that never happened, did it? Where were you on the night of March 17th, 2009? I've absolutely no idea.
What about last night? Why? What happened last night? Where were you, Mr Beswick? I was here.
Upstairs.
There's a bedsit up there, comes with the job.
Doing accounts for a grocery shop's a comedown from investment banking, isn't it? When you've been to prison for fraud, there's not many banks that'll take you on.
I was in prison with the cousin of the guy who owns this place.
He put a word in for me.
So you were here last night? I'm here every night.
What were you doing? Drinking.
Do you do that every night, as well? Yes, I do.
I'd have thought you'd have given that up, after I gave up driving instead.
Better for the planet.
I'm sorry I don't know more about my father's business in Hong Kong.
He was a private man and I was young, too young to have been interested, even if he had told me.
Yeah, he wasn't a criminal.
I don't know what anyone else has told you, but my father was a good man.
Yeah, but as you say, neither of you know enough about his past to be certain of that.
All we have left of him are memories.
A broken window frame can be fixed and I can live with the damage to some of his possessions, but if this investigation is going to tarnish his memory, then I OK, look, if the guy who killed your father was specifically targeting him We're just looking for the truth.
And if memory and the truth turn out to be two different things? I'd rather have the memory.
I hope Brian and Jack had more luck than us.
Sebastian Carter's involved in this somehow.
It doesn't make sense.
If he's trying to con her with all this psychic stuff, why risk it all by breaking into the house again? I know.
It doesn't make sense.
Ah, Jack? Yeah, it's me.
Nah, not very good, actually.
Excuse me? Oi! What? Grab the car! I'll call you back, mate! All right.
Let's just calm down, OK? We need to talk to Oi! Shit! It's OK.
I don't think anything's broken.
Not you, Gerry, the bloody car! No, the nose was a bit wider than that.
Yeah.
And make the lips a little bit thinner.
Yeah What do you think, Gerry? I don't know, all I saw was the bottom of his shoe.
Thanks very much.
Well, that's Simon Beswick in the clear.
He's already got a criminal record from the incident of the drink driving where he lost his fingers, so we've already got his prints on file, but they don't match the original burglar's.
SOC come back with anything from the latest burglary? A couple of partial ones, from the windowsill in the kitchen, but they don't match anything on the database and neither do they match the first burglary.
So, we've got two burglars? And neither of them is Beswick.
And neither registering as having a criminal record.
So, either this morning's was a first-timer Or he's never been caught.
Or he's never been caught in this country.
All right, let's get this picture and the new prints to your mate, see if he can get someone in Hong Kong to run them through the system, without taking six months over it.
My Auntie Edith used to have her palm read once a month.
She swore by it.
Oh, it's all a scam.
What's the harm? People get a bit of comfort out of it.
You try telling Sandra that.
This Sebastian Carter character, he's got her all worked up about how she's dealing with her brother.
Well, if she wasn't already feeling guilty, it wouldn't have had any effect on her, would it? That's as may be, but How did he know anyway? Know what? About Sandra's brother.
I don't think he did.
Lucky guess.
Oh.
Very lucky guess.
No, this is one of the techniques they use, Esther.
They know that everyone's got someone in their family who's died, so they start with that and they build on it, till they hit something that gets a reaction.
So it's quite clever, really.
It's a scam.
No, I mean, even if they're not what they claim, it's quite a skill, isn't it, reading people like that? Well, yeah.
As Jack says, it's not a million miles away from what we do, is it? You know, sizing up suspects and so on? I mean, we call it instinct, but really it's years of observation and experience.
So, why don't you use it on him? On Jack? No, on this Sebastian Whatsisname.
Carter? Yeah, that's it.
Use what? These techniques.
Turn the tables on him.
If you can't find anything that connects him with any of this What? Beat him at his own game, you mean? If he's guilty, there are bound to be signs, if you look hard enough.
A man with your deductive abilities.
Hmm No, Brian.
Why not? Everything else in this case so far's a dead end.
We all think Carter's involved.
We just can't prove it.
He's just going to admit it, if we confront him? Not exactly, but if we can play him at his own game, we might turn the tables on him.
We can't just go in there and use his own tricks to prompt a confession out of him.
He does this for a living.
So do we! Don't tell me you think this is a good idea, Jack? I think it's a daft idea.
And I think it might work.
What Brian's proposing is not very different from standard interview technique.
Exactly.
Let him think we know more than we do.
Yeah, I get it Brian.
I just think it's a bad idea.
Are you worried we might discover that Carter's the real thing? What? Oh, I see.
Cheers, Brian(!) Look, we're worried about you, Sandra.
Don't be.
Whatever he said to you about I don't want to talk about it, Jack.
He's a fake.
Sorry, what did I just say? Hey, the Hong Kong police have got our burglar's prints on file - one Daniel Cheung.
As in? As in the son of Lau Cheung, who was done for fraud with Plummer.
Entered the country two weeks ago, supposedly on holiday.
Out of the frame for the first burglary.
Different fingerprints.
Anyway, it's confirmed he was in Hong Kong at the time.
Where is he now? Well, he gave immigration an address in Chinatown.
Now the local boys said they can lay on a team to nab him, but they want you there to make the ID.
We've managed to borrow these glasses from counter-terrorism.
There's a hidden camera built into the frame.
Right, make sure you get a good look at everyone in there? Hold them, as long as you can.
When you see your man, shout out.
Yuen will stay with him, so we can nab him when he comes out.
Aren't you going to send any men in? No, we've got a few operations going on at the moment.
We don't want to spook anyone.
Besides, there might be one or two dog-lovers in there wouldn't be too pleased to see you.
Sorry.
Off you go.
Anything yet? I'd have said, wouldn't I? Keep going.
There's a table at the back, go back! Which way? Left.
Left! Back to your left.
Come on.
Get past him.
That was him.
I'm sure that was him.
That's him! That's him! That's our man.
Stay with him.
Target is about to exit the building.
He was with someone.
There's an exit at the back.
Have you got someone at the back? Go, go, go! Daniel Cheung, I'm arresting you on suspicion of burglary.
You don't have to say anything unless you want to.
You were with someone in there.
Who was it, where did they go? All right, get him in the van.
Who were you meeting, Mr Cheung? THEY SPEAK CANTONESE I was alone.
Two cups.
Do you see? THEY SPEAK CANTONESE One of them was already there when I arrived.
There's an awful lot of change on that bill.
What sort of tea were you drinking? THEY SPEAK CANTONESE I'm a big tipper.
You've already been charged with breaking and entering Vicky Anderson's house.
Plus you assaulted my colleague.
My point is you're in a lot of trouble, Mr Cheung, so telling us the truth now can only help you.
I wasn't meeting anyone.
Who are you afraid of? Not you.
What were you looking for in Vicky Anderson's house? Jewellery.
Money.
Nothing to do with your father Lau Cheung, who's in prison because of a fraud he perpetrated with John Plummer in Hong Kong? And John Plummer is an associate of Douglas Anderson.
The man whose house you broke into.
Do you really expect us to believe that's some sort of coincidence? KNOCK ON DOOR For the benefit of the tape, Mr Halford and Mr Lane are now entering the room and have handed me a slip of paper, which we will label Exhibit JH-1.
I'm showing Mr Cheung Exhibit JH-1.
No need.
That's a list of phone numbers that you've called from your mobile over the last few days.
And that number there belongs to Sebastian Carter, and I don't think he speaks Chinese.
THEY SPEAK CANTONESE Sorry to waste your time.
At Mr Cheung's request, the interpreter has left the room.
My father isn't in prison.
He's dead.
Douglas Anderson killed him, just as he killed John Plummer.
He said he'd call in some favours, pull some strings to get them off, that they wouldn't go to prison.
And split the money three ways? He didn't do anything for them.
He didn't even show up in court! My family lost everything.
My father went to Su Chou prison.
Have you any idea what that prison is like? The Chinese government seized everything my father had and threw my mother and I onto the street.
And Douglas Anderson kept all the money? Who told you all this? My mother.
Is she still in Hong Kong? I grew up on the Peak, one of the best addresses in Hong Kong.
We were a wealthy family, part of society.
Now my mother lives in a tin shack in the slum down by the harbour, with the rats and cockroaches.
This is what Douglas Anderson did to us.
So you came over to find the money.
No such luck, eh? What were you doing hanging around the next day? Were you going to give it another go? You called Sebastian Carter.
Where does he come into all this? How do you know Sebastian Carter, Mr Cheung? Your father died in prison as a result of what Douglas Anderson did.
You and your mother were thrown out onto the street.
Well, a jury is going to understand the hardship you've been through.
Now, if you've been manipulated, if you weren't acting alone, then that just makes you more sympathetic.
Did Sebastian Carter put you up to this? Is that who you're afraid of? I'm not saying any more.
Well, I reported my phone stolen a week ago.
Whoever took it must have made these calls to your Mr Chen.
Cheung.
Cheung.
Sorry, I'm hearing the name for the first time.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS Any chance we could stop messing about now? You met with Daniel Cheung at a tea house in Chinatown earlier today.
No.
We've got video.
Not of me, you haven't.
I was here with a client.
Ask my receptionist.
Then who was he meeting? I don't know the man.
Daniel Cheung broke into Vicky Anderson's house at your request.
He called you afterwards.
No! Now I think you should all just leave.
Nothing more to say on this subject.
Oh, yes, you do, Mr Carter.
Not in so many words maybe, but we both know you're speaking volumes without saying anything.
Oh, no Now, you cut yourself shaving this morning, didn't you? You don't normally shave yourself, do you? You go to the barber's.
And that's a fake tan, which needs topping-up.
And when did you last have a manicure? Now, I notice those shoes have recently been re-soled.
Nice shoes, but why didn't you just go and get another pair? Are you on an economy drive? I understand what you're doing.
What time is it, Mr Carter? Oh, no watch! You normally wear one, don't you? Cos there's a tan line round your wrist.
That's a dead giveaway.
And I bet it was an expensive watch.
How much did the pawnbroker give you for it? This is ridiculous.
Is it? Isn't this how you make a living? No, this is cheap theatrics.
Whereas you have a gift? That's right.
You saw Douglas Anderson's ghost.
I did.
And he told you he had unfinished business.
That's right.
And he was holding a key.
And he was talking about an unopened box.
Yes.
What was it like? Well, it waswooden, with gold and black lacquer.
You are a liar and a fraud.
There was no unopened box at the Anderson house.
Well, then I'm confused.
I mean, I can't always be exactly Please don't be confused, Mr Carter.
There was no box because I made it up.
I told Penny Anderson it was significant in the hope that that information would crop up again somewhere else.
And lo and behold It wasn't about the money.
Revenge, then? My real father suffered an injustice.
During the commission of a crime.
Douglas Anderson left my father to die in prison.
He also took you in and treated you as his own daughter.
Whereas your real father's actions could have put you in an orphanage.
How long have you known about Hong Kong? A couple of years.
The company I work for, their head office is in Hong Kong.
They had some dealings with my father's construction company years ago and I was asked to dig out the particulars of one of these deals from the computer archive.
I found copies of memos my father had written.
It was It was like I could hear his voice again after all these years.
I started digging and I followed a trail of newspaper articles and court reports until I had uncovered the truth.
So then you broke into the house in Knightsbridge looking for clues as to where Douglas Anderson may have hidden the money.
That's right.
What happened? Douglas Dad found me in the study.
I confronted him about what had happened and what I'd found out.
It must have been too much for him.
He His, um He, his heart, it, um It's all right.
You can stop there.
Are you OK? Right, let's start from the beginning, shall we? Preferably with a version of the story that's at least plausible this time.
Douglas Anderson's involvement in this fraud was never proved, Penny.
It didn't appear in the newspaper articles or the court records of the time.
And his heart gave out as the result of a struggle with an intruder.
During which he sustained several blows about the face and body which were not delivered by a person of your size and build.
We know that Daniel Cheung was in Hong Kong at the time, so who broke into the house? We'll come back to that.
What's your relationship with Cheung? I tracked him down in Hong Kong.
His father suffered an even worse fate than mine did.
Part of that money belonged to him.
It belongs to the Chinese government.
And when my colleague told you about the unopened box, you sent Daniel Cheung to burgle the house again.
Did you meet with him this morning? Yes.
Where? In a tea house.
Tell us about Sebastian Carter.
Vicky fell for all this psychic nonsense just after her mother died.
I found Carter.
He needed money.
I thought if he could persuade her that her father was talking to him, she'd open up a dialogue with Carter and he'd be able to find the location of the money from her.
Assuming she knew it.
She knew.
I don't think she does.
Your scheme would never have worked.
Douglas Anderson wouldn't have taken that secret to his grave.
Maybe not.
But he didn't know he was going to his grave, did he? Who broke into the house that night? I don't know.
That's not true.
My life has been a lie.
Douglas Anderson cheated my father and left him to rot in a prison.
That's not an answer to the question.
He must have told Vicky where the money was.
What if he didn't? She knew the truth.
All this time, they were both laughing at me.
No.
At my father.
I don't think so.
And if she didn't know, then she's lost her father and her sister has betrayed her, and she doesn't even know why.
There's an awful lot of red ink in Carter's books.
That's fine.
I reckon he must have been counting on his share of the fraud money to bail him out.
That's not who Penny's protecting.
I wouldn't fancy him in a fight with Douglas Anderson, anyway.
That's brilliant, thank you very much.
So what's the opposite of an alibi? I don't know.
No, neither do I, but I think I've just heard it.
Penny Anderson reckons she was the one who met Daniel Cheung at the tea house, right? Well, that was her company and according to her assistant, she was at a marketing meeting in the boardroom till lunchtime.
So who was Daniel Cheung meeting? Well, not Carter, and it wasn't Penny.
And we know it's not Simon Beswick.
Do we? Plummer was his cellmate.
He could have told him about the fraud and that Anderson still had the money and Beswick fancied it for himself.
But why would Penny be protecting Beswick? She's put a lot on the line.
I don't see why she'd feel loyalty towards a man she doesn't know.
No, it can't be Beswick.
Both us and the original investigation ran the prints on the first burglary.
Beswick has a criminal record.
There would have been a match.
Unless they do know each other.
Who? Penny and Beswick? Sandra, what Jack says is right.
The prints don't match.
It's not Beswick.
It's not Beswick.
It never was Beswick.
What wasn't? Of course the prints don't match.
God, that's very clever.
What is? There's only one person that Penny could be protecting and it's not Beswick.
He's just calling himself Beswick.
We've got him.
He's not here and the bed-sit upstairs has been cleared out.
Well, as neither of us speak Chinese, as far as we can work out, he's been gone for a couple of hours.
If he knows the others have been arrested, he might think this is his last chance to force Vicky to tell him where the money is.
John Plummer, you're under arrest.
I want my money! You're not as handy as the other bloke.
Come on, up you get.
We knew Penny was protecting someone but we just couldn't work out who.
You were the only person left in the mix, but why would Penny protect Simon Beswick, a man she didn't know? We'd already discounted Simon Beswick because his fingerprints didn't match those left at the scene of the burglary.
Then we realised there might be another reason why the prints didn't match - you're not Beswick.
What happened to him? He died in prison.
Pneumonia.
It was just about the time the British were leaving and the Chinese were taking over.
One bureaucracy supplanting another.
There was enough confusion that the right bribes in the right places allowed him to be buried as John Plummer.
So you became Beswick, who was serving a much shorter sentence.
You seem to know all the details.
Do you need me to be here? I want to know about the fingers.
I bet you do.
Bit of a desperate measure, wasn't it? I don't imagine any of you ever saw the inside of Victoria Prison, did you? It was a hellhole.
Bad enough when we were running it.
It was only going to get a lot worse when the Chinese took over.
And I was a gweilo, a foreigner who'd stolen millions of dollars from their own government.
The only way I was getting out of that place was in a box.
And Beswick's missing fingers were noted on his prison file.
Exactly.
I'd managed to squeeze Beswick's whole tedious life story out of him before he croaked.
I knew everything about the man.
But the fingers were a bit of a giveaway.
How did you? One of the machines in the prison laundry.
And I used a steam-press to cauterise the wounds.
Gory enough for you? Take us through the death of Douglas Anderson, Mr Plummer.
Yes, that didn't go quite according to plan.
Because he died? Because the bastard died before I could kill him.
I broke in that night with two aims.
Douglas was going to tell me where the money was and then I was going to kill him.
But best laid plans and all that.
When Douglas got back, he found me waiting for him.
I think he was scared.
He should have been.
All that time in prison, this was all I'd thought about.
I hit him a couple of times for my own gratification.
I'd no idea he'd developed a heart problem.
The coward started turning blue there and then, so the clock was ticking.
And that's when he told you about the key? That's all I could get out of him.
He kept saying, "The key, the key," over and over again.
So I got his keys out, opened everything I could.
Found nothing.
Douglas seemed to find this funny, or maybe he was having some kind of seizure.
Either way, I lost my temper and hit him again.
And that's when he died.
No remorse? He stole from me.
Then you and Penny cooked up this scheme with Sebastian Carter.
That was Penny's bright idea.
I was all for doing a repeat performance with the girl, but we couldn't be absolutely sure she knew where the money was.
She didn't.
Apparently not.
So all of this was for nothing.
You win some, you lose some.
What about your daughter, Penny? What about her? You went to prison, you left her on her own.
I'm sure she had a nice life with the Andersons.
Which you ripped apart by coming back and telling her what had happened.
I told her the truth.
And now she faces a prison sentence because she tried to help you.
Her choice.
That's it? Yeah.
Your only child.
I barely know the girl.
Poor Penny.
Given the circumstances, I imagine the courts will be quite lenient with her.
It's broken, though, isn't it? Everything.
Yes, it is.
What are you going to do? Are you going to stay here? I put the house on the market this morning.
Ah.
The contents, everything.
I don't want it.
I'm sorry about your father.
The man everyone's talking about isn't the man I knew, or the man I want to remember.
Does that make sense? Yes.
I'm going back to Australia, to Heron Island.
All my best memories are there of him and my mother.
All of us together.
And Penny.
I'd like her to join me, but The noddy tern! Brian! The noddy tern! The key! It's not a key, it's a CAY! Heron Island.
Yes.
You say your family had a home there.
That's right.
Heron Island.
It's on the Great Barrier Reef.
It's famously composed of coral sand, rather than rock.
So what do we call an island that's composed of coral sand? A cay.
A cay.
C-A-Y.
Douglas Anderson was saying cay, not key! And that's where the money is.
On Heron Island? There's a safe.
Dad had it put in when we left Hong Kong.
But it's not big enough to hold all that money.
Not the money, maybe, but the paperwork.
All the details of the bank account where the money's kept.
We should get the Aussie cops to search that house.
It's been there all this time? He never spent a penny of it, and he never told anyone.
What was the point? Why did he do it? That's the one question we can't answer.
Maybe my mother knows.
There's a woman in Whitechapel my mother communicates with.
I should speak to her before I go.
I'll let you know if I find anything out.
Well done, Brian.
Poor girl, though, eh? Sins of the father.
Or three fathers, in this case.
Yeah, well, you can't choose your family, can? Sorry, Sandra.
It's all right.
He was a fraud, Sandra.
Sebastian Carter, I mean.
He didn't know anything.
He did, though, didn't he? It doesn't really matter that he wasn't communing with the dead.
He was right about what my dad would think.
The situation with your brother isn't easy.
No, it's not easy.
It's not meant to be easy, Jack.
Whatever you think I've done now You haven't done anything.
My father had an affair with your mother.
Now, I don't like that, but then I don't suppose he was doing it to gain my approval.
None of this is your fault is actually what I'm trying to say.
I know that.
Yeah.
If you don't want to have anything to do with me, I understand.
I'm not much of a family person.
Was he a nice guy? I think so, yeah.
Well, that's something, then.
There's a pub at the end of your road.
Yes.
Can I buy you a drink? Yes, you can.
Do you want to come in? I'm not sure how this is going to work out.
Me, neither.
That's OK, isn't it? I think it'll have to be.
# It's all right It's OK # Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey # It's all right I say it's OK # 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 OK # We're gettin' to the end of the day.
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