DCI BANKS Dry Bones that Dream
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You'll want overshoes, DCI Banks,
it's like an abattoir in there.
Have frontal lobe on my instep.
As greetings go, DI Morton, I've had warmer.
- Morning. - I'm thinking of starting a campaign -
anyone convicted of a serious crime
committed during anti-social hours
automatically gets another five years.
I'm sure your husband would agree.
Victim's daughter said the shot was fired around midnight,
it took her four hours to get to a phone,
so actually we had a lie-in.
Who found the body?
- That bad? - Pretty bad.
Morning, Boss.
You'll need. Overshoes, yes I know.
Weapon?
Shotgun, probably sawn off.
Definite ID?
Keith Andrew Rothwell,
- freelance accountant. - Why hasn't that been bagged?
- We were waiting. - For?
I like to be sure every scrap of intel is extracted on scene,
before any goes to forensics. I don't bag until the last minute.
Lives here with his wife.
Last night was their 25th wedding anniversary.
And also the daughter, Hannah, 16,
I spoke to her briefly.
Happy anniversary.
I trust we're circulating a description of the suspect.
Or do you prefer to wait on that too?
DS Chapman put it out an hour ago.
What there was of it.
You can call me Win, you know.
He was a big man, smelt musty, barely spoke.
Sounds a bit like you, sir.
Techies on their way, Win.
So how much do accountants earn these days?
No sign of robbery.
Hannah says not, but we'll have Mrs. Rothwell verify it
when she gets up.
- Gets up? - Doctor says
she wasn't ready to talk to us. Requested sedatives.
Though we'll need a good photo of Mr. Rothwell.
Preferably from when he still had a head.
I'd wait.
Hannah Rothwell, DCI Banks,
who I thought was resting.
Mum wanted me to keep an eye on things.
Sorry, Hannah.
Sorry for your loss.
Do you remember what time the doorbell rang, Hannah?
Ten-ish, I thought dad
was on his phone, as usual, and mum
had forgotten her keys, so I answered it.
And then he pushed me inside.
Tied me up.
And put tape on my mouth.
Did he do anything else?
Just sat there, waiting.
And then he tied mum up, and dragged dad outside.
And it went very quiet, until...
Hannah,
can you think of any reason why someone would want to hurt your dad?
Not really,
though I didn't know him that well,
I mean we weren't exactly...
He works a lot.
Worked.
You'd better talk to mum, it's usually just me and her and...
- Tom when he's around. - Tom?
My brother, he's travelling across America,
but we're not exactly sure where he is, at the moment.
- So you'd Better... - talk to your mum.
Don't worry, we will.
- Morning, both. - Morning, Ron.
- Another day. - Another decapitated accountant.
Roadblocks have been set up on approaches to the airport,
mainline stations, and major routes out of the area.
Extra resources have been made available,
so anything you need, just let me know.
A few more hours in bed wouldn't go amiss.
Those old bones starting to creak, Inspector?
You don't care about my body, you pay me for my mind.
You joining us for the briefing, Ron?
No, but I do want to be kept fully updated
on progress, please.
Are you going to personalise this a bit?
- Why? - Well...
We're looking to get one of those interactive white boards now.
- Yeah? Great. - Now?
Now that we have a resident intelligence expert
keeping us up-to-date.
- If it ain't broke... - New day, Alan.
We have to wipe the sleep from our eyes, and embrace it.
Can't afford to get left behind,
-isn't that right, DI Morton? - Yes, sir.
Where are these extra resources coming from?
I've learnt not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
And neither should you.
Before, and after.
Gut reactions, what does this look like to you?
Sort of like a jelly baby, after its head's been bitten off.
A hit.
Blowing someone's head clean off with a shotgun
is not as easy as it looks, you need to know you're doing.
So the question is, why would someone
take out a contract on a Yorkshire accountant?
Depends if he's any good, or not.
All right, lets start with the current client list.
There's not even a parking ticket on the system,
he's been freelance for the last five years,
20 before that he was at Hatchard & Pratt, on the High Street.
Get down there.
We need to find out who Keith Rothwell was,
and who benefits from his death.
And if he really bought that house
by filling out tax returns.
We need to look at the whole family,
so we need to locate Tom Rothwell asap.
- Helen. - Well,
I'd like the Rothwells online history for the last three months,
including what social media the kids have been using.
Quick result on this - Superintendent McLaughlin
might even put a few quid behind the bar.
Should anyway, we need to welcome the new arrival.
Oh, no. I don't like pubs.
Banks.
On my way.
SOCO have found something.
This way, this way.
Yeah, this is a very fast moving enquiry.
At this stage I would simply urge
anyone with any information
to contact the police immediately.
Thank you.
That's the only comment I'm prepared
to make at this stage, thank you very much.
I'll just get on, thank you.
See, I'm one of those weirdoes
who only uses his phone to phone people.
- Right. - You do all that, do you?
Social media.
You're not twittering now, are you?
Tweeting? No.
Only when I'm doing something, or
I'm with someone really interesting.
Well, none of the stuff that I've seen qualifies as interesting.
Bored people typing,
"I'm quite hungry", when they could be making -
But it's about connections, DCI Banks, and that's what we do, isn't it?
We find them, we make sense of them.
Now that piece you just did to camera,
it's already being watched on various platforms worldwide.
Can we drop the DCI Banks from this platform, please?
Boss is fine, or Alan, in the pub.
- I don't - - You don't like pubs.
It's wadding,
once part of the shotgun cartridge.
Obviously you can buy them, but you can make your own.
And this is not commercial,
looks like it might have been made from a magazine.
- So why do it yourself? - To save money,
or because you're a gun enthusiast.
You got a magnifying glass?
- Is that a...? - I think it is.
- And that could be a - - Penis, DCI Banks.
First time I've seen one through a magnifying glass.
- You? - I'm more interested
in the sub-machine gun standing next to it.
gained entry to the house, around 11pm, last night.
Police appealed
for potential witnesses to come forward.
This is a very fast-moving enquiry.
At this stage, I would simply urge
anyone with any information
to contact the police immediately.
Thank you, that'll be all.
That's the only comment I'm prepared
to make at this stage, thank you very much.
Can we just get on? Thank you.
Boss.
- Anything? - Deliberately
locked files on this one.
We've taken everything.
Well, liaise with DI Morton please.
Sure.
Well, I hope you're taking a note of everything that you take.
I really don't think there is anything else.
You can't come up with a single word
about a man you worked with for two decades?
- I've given you one. - Apart from ordinary.
Um... Keith was a bit tight,
truth be told, with money.
but the fact is there is nothing to say about him,
he kept himself to himself and...
I expect he had a lot to put up with.
Why?
Have you met Mary?
She's very particular. Proud, I suppose you'd say.
At least she gets adjectives.
Did you socialise with the Rothwells?
Not really.
Not at all after he... after he left.
but I've known Mary most of my life.
Mr. Hatchard, our founder, my uncle's partner, he was her dad.
Is that how Keith got the job?
Through Mary?
Nothing wrong with that, is there?
There you go, Keith's client file from the time he left us.
Why did he leave you?
You'll find out anyway, won't you?
He was asked to go, in the end.
Sacked, I supposed you'd say.
The restaurant was average, it was Keith's choice.
He had carbonara, which was unusual, he usually had Bolognese.
I had a lasagne.
We're more interest in last night's events
after you arrived home, Mrs. Rothwell.
I thought Hannah had covered that.
Can I ask you then about your husband's business dealings?
- You can, but I don't know anything. - Still.
Keith was an accountant, he didn't...
Well, I didn't pretend to be interested, and he didn't expect me to.
What about aside from the accountancy?
Are you aware of any sidelines that he may have had?
If you're looking for skeletons, my husband's
cupboard will prove disappointing.
He had no vices, he hardly drank, never even smoked.
- We're simply trying... - You're wondering
if this was all paid for legitimately.
Well, Keith was good at what he did, and he was always...
..careful with money.
He'd never even holiday abroad,
he preferred the Yorkshire coast.
What about you, Mrs. Rothwell, were you satisfied with that?
We hadn't been away together for years.
Do you expect this to make the newspapers?
Yes. Yes, we hope so.
Given that we are trying to catch the killer.
You've managed to gather yourself remarkably quickly, Mrs. Rothwell.
And you consider yourself a sensitive reader of people, Detective?
Only Hannah said you first spoke to her
whilst wiping her father's brain off your shoe.
Shame you weren't awake to look after her.
DI Morton!
Excuse us.
It's worth remembering that, irrespective of anything else,
she has just lost her husband, and Hannah her father.
Why don't you make sure
the local intelligence gathering is being handled properly?
I don't call going door to door intelligence gathering.
Them make up a name for it, and I'll meet you back at the station.
I'm sorry about that, Mrs. Rothwell.
Is this postcard from your son? May I?
Yes.
Is this the last communication that you had from him?
Yes.
- And how long has he been away? - Three-and-a-half months.
18 years old, travelling on his own, you must miss him.
- Of course. - And your husband?
Well, Keith was never much for discussing his feelings,
but yes, I imagine so.
So Tom leaving his father's name off this,
sent ten days ago, is just an oversight?
You'd have to ask him.
We will, when we find him.
You seem very protective of your son.
Very protective of both my children, Inspector.
Despite what some may think.
He hated him.
They hated each other, as far as I could see.
You sure you don't want a drink?
No, I'd like to get this done as quickly as possible,
for your daughter's sake, but thanks.
That's all I know, really.
I only cleaned there a few months.
But long enough to witness regular arguments,
between Mr. Rothwell and his son.
Hear 'em, anyway.
You couldn't help it.
And were they about anything in particular?
Don't know, it wasn't like I had time to stand and listen.
I was too scared to stop for a second.
Everyone up there was scared.
Scared of what?
Of her.
Mrs. Rothwell.
You felt sorry for him.
It was like he was trying to keep out of the way all the while.
In his own house.
- Ready for an update? - You're keen.
Anything on the wadding yet, Ken?
- Within the hour, boss. - We're still waiting on the techies too.
And I thought the whole point of computers
was that they were faster than this.
Right, Keith Rothwell was notoriously mean,
but there had to be something more.
I strongly suspect you'll find specialist porn,
or reference to it, on his machines.
It could well be that that's where he was making his real money.
Which now all goes to Mary Rothwell.
If pushed I'd say either she,
or the son, or both of them, hired our shooter,
who used that wadding to make some kind of point.
You think that Rothwell had it in him to get involved in something illegal?
- Win? - Well, he was sacked
from H&P for fiddling timesheets.
Could have been stuck off if Mary hadn't stepped up
and asked Daddy's firm to keep quiet and protect his reputation.
So, almost certainly domestic,
possibly with a bit of dirty money.
That's my instinct.
I mean, America is awake now,
so it's just a matter of time before we find Tom Rothwell.
Could well be a long day,
but I reckon we'll have a result by the end of it.
Excellent work, Inspector.
You going along with this, I presume.
Well, we haven't really... DCI Banks -
A bit formal. Settling in all right?
Yes, very well.
In fact, it was Helen, doing good old-fashioned
door-to-door enquiries who confirmed Mary Rothwell
hadn't exactly been truthful to us
about relations between father and son.
- Helen, what have you got there? - It's from the press office.
They've had a call about the photograph, in the first editions of the Post.
Of Keith Rothwell?
The man we found in the garage.
Keith Rothwell.
Not according to a woman in Leeds.
She say that this is someone called Robert Calvert.
It must be difficult for you.
Moving to a different department,
getting used to new people.
Say if it was me, I'd just say,
"You're not fitting in very well, are you?"
Have you heard from DS Cabbot?
Yes, she's doing well.
You must miss her.
Of course.
But we all have to carry on, or else...
Annie's a good colleague.
And what exactly makes a good colleague, do you think?
DCI Banks.
You actually want me to tell you how to fit in?
Well...
Suffer a trip to the pub for a start.
Using nicknames is good, or at least don't refer to your colleagues
by their rank all the time.
Crack a joke or two, preferably at someone else's expense.
Buy a round of coffees, it's really not...
..rocket science.
What's this?
It was found in Rothwell's jacket.
He put spent matches back in the box.
Turned round the other way from the live ones.
Mary Rothwell wasn't wrong when she said that he was careful.
She also said that he didn't smoke.
In her 70s, smells of sprouts, only talks to cats.
Hi. Yeah, come in.
Yeah, it's him.
- Robert Calvert? - Yeah.
You're absolutely sure.
We were in a relationship for six months.
So, have they printed the wrong picture?
We gave it to them, Miss Jefferies.
It's Keith Rothwell.
He was shot dead in the early hours of this morning.
When did you last see him?
About four months ago.
Did you know that he was married?
Not that it would have necessarily mattered.
Could you describe what he was like?
He was fun, funny.
Adventurous.
Makes sense, his being married.
I travel a lot,
and there was a limit to what we could offer each other,
maybe that's why it worked.
Except you split up?
Because I got the feeling that I wasn't the only one, and married or not,
all I asked was that he was with me when we were together.
Have you got any photographs of you together?
No, why?
What do you do, Miss Jefferies?
Play the clarinet, Inspector.
You don't believe me, do you? That's why you want to see photos.
Where did you meet?
Leeds Town Hall, at a Tchaikovsky recital.
Robert loved music.
All different kinds of music.
You played in these concerts?
Yeah.
You've performed at Sydney Opera House?
Yes.
Yeah, I hope to again in a couple of months.
Budapest first. I leave in a few days.
You didn't strike me as a classical musician.
Whereas you do strike me as a policeman.
I thought you lot did courses on not judging books by their covers.
Is there any reason why you don't have
a very high opinion of us, Miss Jefferies.
Have you had previous dealings with the police?
No, but I do tend to try and avoid people who choose to spend their days
being suspicious of others.
Ella Fitzgerald.
Wasn't enough that she was a world class singer,
she played the clarinet.
- And the trumpet. - Yes.
Win, can you give me a minute, please?
Thanks.
He had a flat.
Do you think you could take us there?
Yeah.
Rothwell's computer files have been unlocked.
There's no porn, there's just pages of numbers and letters.
They're being analysed now, but I think they are account details.
There's one code that appears on most of the documents,
NCLF LS1.
There's a solicitor in Leeds, LS1.
His name's Norcliffe. I thought while you were in town -
Can you text the address to Helen, please?
- That's great work, Win. - Cheers.
Ken wants to talk to you.
Dirty squad have sent a sample of the material that the wadding came from.
It's Dutch hard-core, pretty niche.
Gynaecology meets automatic weapons, and it's at least ten years old.
I mean, most of this stuff you can get online now,
apparently.
Contact cyber crime,
tell them that you need a list of relevant sites,
and start requisitioning databases.
You want payment details, as well as user names.
Most men won't give their actual identities.
I'm sure Ken doesn't need an
intelligence expert to tell him that.
First exotic companions, now gun porn.
Do I look like a sexual deviant?
- Yes. - Yes.
Yes.
Win, we also need everything you can get on
a Robert Calvert, please?
- Right. - And Pamela Jefferies.
Will do.
Thanks, Win.
Right, see you later.
- There you go. - Thank you.
It's probably best not to touch anything.
He had a complete tin ear.
He loved listening.
Mr. Norcliffe is not in any kind of trouble, is he?
Would you be surprised if he was?
Of course.
It's Robert.
And was this Robert as well?
And was he man who left his CDs in a mess,
or one who put spent matches back in the box.
You don't seem very worried, Mrs. Graves,
considering you haven't heard from Mr. Norcliffe since yesterday.
He's the boss, he does what he likes.
And does he often do what he likes?
He's out of the office a lot, yes.
And you don't always ask where he is
even though you're his secretary?
It's why I'm his secretary.
So this is nothing unusual?
He does answer his phone to me, usually.
But he hasn't today?
Faster on the train, and the music's better.
Did you see any CDs or records at the Rothwells?
Why?
You left a search team at Norcliffe's?
Yeah, and we're running his mobile numbers now.
Nobody honest needs three phones.
Also...
Alan, I believe you already know DCI Stuart Burgess from SOCA.
Yes.
And this is DI Helen Morton, joined us recently...
From regional Intelligence, we've heard good things.
Tell us about Norcliffe, Alan.
No sightings of him after he left his regular restaurant,
three hours before the murder.
Searching is underway, although obviously
he has a start on us,
locating him is now a top priority
alongside our gunman, and Tom Rothwell.
We've found him, I was about to tell you,
in San Diego, through Facebook. He's been advised to return.
You'll have to explain to Banksy what Facebook is.
I assume this is where the extra resources came from.
So why are SOCA sending people down
to the death of an accountant?
You know who this is, I presume?
Martin Fleming.
Salt-of-the-earth politician who'd have you believe
MP stands for man of the people.
And subject of a two-year investigation into
serious fraud and money-laundering offences.
Don't tell me that you voted for him.
Of course you did, he's right up your street.
Everyone's in it for themselves in the end, Banksy.
You'd know.
It seems that Mr. Fleming was at Cambridge
with one Daniel Norcliffe.
Any connection gets flagged up on our system,
including your headless accountant.
Norcliffe would have needed certain expertise to set things up for Fleming.
A non-entity like Rothwell would have been perfect.
Until he didn't need him anymore.
I don't know. I don't care, for that matter.
We're in it for the big fish, so...
we don't need you disturbing the waters
by chasing Norcliffe and your shooter.
That's why I'm here, make sure you keep us up-to-date,
and stay well away from Martin Fleming.
As I said, DCI Burgess, we're happy to cooperate.
Yes, I can see that.
You wouldn't know it, but Banksy and I are old friends.
We trained together. Interestingly,
he seemed to like me less and less the more I got promoted.
At some point Detective Burgess started hunting personal glory,
rather than real criminals.
Yes, one could never accuse you of hunting glory.
No offence.
Well, don't worry, we'll give Fleming a wide berth,
but I'll also give him the benefit of the doubt.
Not only because, given the severity of the crime we're investigating...
but also because it's perfectly possible that he's a...
corrupt businessman, and a good MP.
You do realise you've just stormed out of your own office?
Initial fingerprint comparison
between Calvert's flat and Rothwell's body.
Perfect match.
Looks like we're chasing the killer of the
world's most interesting accountant.
OK, listen up. I'm heading into Leeds.
DI Morton is in charge in my absence.
Right, the search of Norcliffe's property hasn't turned up much.
But SOCA have been working all night
with Rothwell's computer files.
SOCA? Who called the cavalry?
He's been depositing considerable sums,
- offshore, over a number of years. - All right, how about this?
Rothwell and Norcliffe are working happily together
then Rothwell starts creaming money off the top.
Norcliffe finds out that he's being ripped off,
decides he doesn't need a partner anymore.
So he hires someone to kill Rothwell.
Sorry, sir. Calvert's flat was broken into overnight.
That was the caretaker.
Apparently they made quite a mess.
All right, Win. Get forensics down there.
I'll call in while I'm in town,
then you and Helen go to Arkbeck Farm.
Did Mary Rothwell know Norcliffe?
And I want you to check through their music collection.
Norcliffe doesn't do criminal cases, does he?
It might be worth finding out who he referred them to.
Maybe that's where we'll find our shooter.
Who says that looking at porn all day rots your brain?
Obviously makes your hair fall out, though.
You can't really think that he was having an affair?
We're not in a position to go into details, Mrs. Rothwell,
but there may several things he kept to himself.
Well, Keith had no imagination whatsoever.
Except where it came to timesheets, apparently.
- I'll repeat the names. - When you're in a position
to reveal what you think you know about my husband,
I assume I'll be the first to hear it.
Pamela Jefferies.
I hope I won't have to read it in the newspapers.
No.
- Robert Calvert? - I told you once.
We can finish this at the station, if you prefer?
I've never heard of him.
How about Daniel Norcliffe?
Think about it this time.
No.
What about your son?
When's your son back?
Tomorrow, for the funeral.
We weren't sure he'd bother,
given what we now know about his relationship with his dad.
- If you had children - - I have.
I look forward to meeting Tom.
Hopefully he's got a better memory for names.
Ma'am.
It's as though reality doesn't actually touch her.
Isn't that what money does - insulates you?
I wouldn't know, it's distinctly drafty
since I bought a house I couldn't afford.
And a mortgage even a loan shark wouldn't give you these days.
How old are they? Your kids.
- Is that relevant? - No, I suppose not.
Hi.
- Do you want some sugar? - No, thank you.
- There you go. - Thanks.
I do have some more questions, I'm afraid.
OK.
Did Robert ever talk about his business dealings?
No.
What about Daniel Norcliffe? Did he ever mention that name?
Never even told me his real name.
Me and Robert didn't do reality.
So what did you do?
It's important that I try to understand,
or get a sense of why this careful, controlled man,
would take a huge risk.
What have you come up with so far?
Necessity, I suppose.
I think he felt trapped by how people saw him,
and perhaps how he saw himself.
And maybe came to realise that he wasn't actually
being true to who he really was.
He was still controlled, though.
I mean, he must have been, to keep two lives going.
"Let's keep it in the moment",
that's what he used to say.
Maybe that's why he loved music so much, because...
..it holds you in the moment.
You know, you remind me of him.
I've got something to show you.
So wherever I am in the world,
I make sure there are two things with me -
my instrument, and this.
This is Ella Fitzgerald singing live
at a club in Hollywood, in the early sixties.
This is seriously rare.
Yeah, I think I've got a copy of this on CD.
Yeah, me too, and digitally, but...
neither of them sound like this.
Nothing could sound like this,
that night was supposed to be on vinyl.
You know what I mean?
I'd love to hear it.
- I've got a rehearsal. - Oh, yeah. No, of course.
I'm home tonight, though, if you...
I'm not actually sure.
Take it with you now,
and you can give it back to me it when we next see each other.
As long as it's before I go to Budapest.
Hello.
- DC - - You took your time.
I'm not responding to a call.
There's been a break-in.
Some time after our lot left last night.
Same technique as at Calvert's?
Yeah, I've left forensics down there but I don't hold out much hope.
Looks like we're not the only ones searching for Daniel Norcliffe.
Did you get anything from Pamela Jefferies?
Well, nothing to speak of.
Mary Rothwell seems to think Keith having an affair was impossible.
- She would. - Mind you,
he was punching well above his weight.
Maybe they shared something that went beyond what
Mary Rothwell and others can understand.
The music at Arkbeck -
half her CDs probably came free with the Sunday papers.
It's exactly what you'd expect.
Is there any particular reason?
I've got the details of that criminal lawyer
that Norcliffe referred clients to.
I'll get a full client list, and get DC Blackstone
to cross reference it against the porn data.
Go Banksy.
Did you just call me Banksy?
- You said - - Well, don't.
Please.
Not ever.
Tell you what, just e-mail it to me, yeah?
Well, I'd better phone home Ken.
Looks like we're in for a long night.
OK, I'm going out for coffee. Who wants what?
Not for me, thanks.
No, thanks.
No, cool, good.
I've got to talk to you. I don't want any trouble,
right, so you just tell me what I want.
Then I'll be gone. Why don't you tell me?
Because I'm not leaving until you tell me.
Don't tell me you don't know!
Don't treat me like I'm stupid!
Where is he! Where is he!
Please, please...
- Do you want this or not? - Ah, thanks.
What have they said?
She's taken some heavy blows to the head.
I'm waiting to speak to the consultant.
Calvert's flat, Norcliffe's office,
and then Pamela Jeffries.
Somebody has to have been following us.
Who'd want to take that risk?
Somebody who needs to find Daniel Norcliffe before we do.
We have to teach new skills to those left behind
by the death of traditional industry.
We want to retrain Yorkshire people
and reinvigorate Yorkshire's economy.
Ken still chained to a computer?
Intelligence gathering? Yes.
You managed to make them laugh yet?
I wasn't brought in for my clowning skills, DCI Banks.
- You been listening to Johnny Cash? - No.
Black suits you.
I'll make a note to attend more funerals then.
Will Tom Rothwell be going to his father's funeral?
If he's not, we'll be asking why. He landed two hours ago.
You will remember that it is still a funeral?
Be sensitive.
My phone will be off during the service.
Leave a message if she dies or anything.
Let us commend Keith Andrew Rothwell to the mercy of God.
We therefore commit his body to the ground,
earth to earth,
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
in the sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life.
Let us pray.
Suffer us not at our last hour
through any pains of death to fall from thee.
Lord...
Have mercy upon us.
- Amen. - Amen.
Boss. Good timing, eh?
Much missing?
Looks pretty professional if it wasn't for the mess.
We're through here.
DCI Banks, perhaps you can explain why we need him to come with us.
For pity's sake!
We've just buried my husband and come back to find
we've been burgled. Can't it wait?
Have you seen this before, Mrs. Rothwell?
Tom?
Anna?
I'm sorry, boss.
We need to get him away from her if he's going to talk honestly.
This is out of place.
What is?
It wasn't him. He was so controlled.
What if one life bled into another?
I don't understand.
No.
We need to focus on the son.
Tom?
We're going to get our way eventually.
And probably upset your mother even more in the process.
We need to speak to people
who knew this other Keith Rothwell.
You all know me.
Not one for long speeches.
We Yorkshiremen prefer action to words.
Which is why I'm delighted
to be launching this initiative today.
To give those who've been made redundant
an opportunity to retrain
and learn new skills
for a new generation of business in the north.
Thank you very much.
Anything?
Have I matched a name from these
endless weird porn databases
with one from Norcliffe's endless criminal referrals?
- Yeah. - No.
I tell you what I have found out.
The number of websites for fans of gun porn
is dwarfed by those for connoisseurs of...
well, dwarves for a start,
not to mention nylon, bubble wrap, puppets.
Puppets?
Puppets.
And I thought men were after no strings sex!
Ladies, thank you for coming.
See you next time.
- Hi. - Great speech, Mr. Fleming.
- Martin. Thank you. - You speak from your heart
as well as your head and that's rare.
I appreciate that, Inspector.
So, if you're not interested in retraining,
how can I help?
Well, I'm investigating the murder of Keith Rothwell.
- Did you hear about it? - Only what I saw in the newspaper.
I'm going to be candid with you in the hope that you'll do the same.
This is just an informal chat and it will remain strictly between us.
It seems there was another side to Keith Rothwell
that his family knew nothing about.
A man who liked a drink, a bet.
The company of women.
I suppose we all have...
a public and a private face to some extent.
Well, I'm keen to talk to people
who knew that other Keith Rothwell.
- Like I said, Inspector... - I believe he was
a close associate of Daniel Norcliffe,
who you were at university with.
Danny?
That's right but I haven't seen him for years.
Didn't even know he was still local.
Well, he's missing at present.
Look, Mr. Fl... Martin.
Someone has left a local family without a father and a husband
and an innocent woman in hospital with serious injuries.
Now, I believe you to be a man of integrity.
So anything that you can tell me about Keith Rothwell
might prove incredibly useful.
I'm only interested in the murder.
I'd really like to help you, DCI Banks, but...
but I lost touch with Danny years ago
and I've never to my knowledge met Mr. Rothwell.
But I wish you the best of luck.
- Yes? - Get back to the office now.
This isn't where you want to be today, we understand that,
so I'll get to the point.
We know you and your dad argued a lot.
What we don't know is what you argued about.
- Don't all families argue? - Probably,
- but we're interested in yours. - Why?
What's it got to do with anything?
- It's not really anyone's business. - Everything's our business, Tom.
I've been away for three months.
- I honestly can't remember. - Really?
It must have been fairly serious.
A man famously careful with money
sends a son he doesn't seem to like much
halfway across the world.
I'm guessing it wasn't a row about tidying your bedroom.
I'm gay.
- All right? - And?
And your dad wasn't very understanding?
He couldn't even look at me.
Hang on, you say he found out you're gay
and banished you abroad?
I was glad to get out of there.
How did your mum feel about him driving you away?
Not a lot she could do.
He brought the money in so we put up with him.
That's the way it's always been.
Surely she could have divorced him and...
still been comfortable?
She would never have been comfortable again.
Worrying what people were saying about her.
About us.
Ever heard of Daniel Norcliffe?
Why?
There's two possible answers to that.
And "Why" isn't one of them.
No, then, I haven't.
I think I'd like to go home now, please.
He's hiding something. I think he wants to talk.
- Why don't... - Why don't I...
You take over then.
Alan, you were clearly told to stay away from Martin Fleming.
You'll have heard from SOCA then?
The director of operational delivery, to be precise.
Several times.
Seems anything Fleming hadn't already buried
he has now.
Fleming is part of this. I had to speak to him.
I was following my instinct.
But maybe my instincts are wrong.
What do you mean?
Everything moves on.
The job I signed up for relied on intuition
not orders.
And if that's the way it is going,
perhaps it's time I was too.
- Is this about Helen? - No, no.
Annie?
It's about me.
- Sorry. - What is it, DI Morton?
It's Pamela Jeffries. She's come round.
- What? - I think I've found our shooter.
One name came up on the databases I was cross referencing.
He met Norcliffe years ago.
He was tall, six foot at least.
He had long greasy hair.
Sounded Irish.
What exactly did he want to know?
Every question you asked me about Keith Rothwell and...
He wanted to know where you were looking and...
I didn't know.
Then he lost his temper.
Did you give this to Keith Rothwell?
No.
So what did the specialist say?
Well, if nothing unexpected happens in the next 24 hours,
I should still be free to travel.
- That's great news. - Yeah, yeah. It's good, yeah.
As long as you don't need me for anything.
I must see about getting your record back to you.
Yeah.
You could just give it to me next time we see each other if you want.
OK.
You said you always kept it with you when you play.
Then you'll have to come and hear me.
- In Budapest? - Yeah, why not?
You could come with me.
Listen, I've got a description of the man who attacked Pamela Jeffries.
And we've got his name. You're way ahead of me.
Same man who subscribes to a sex meets war website
was also referred to a criminal lawyer by Norcliffe.
Still a long shot but we're on our way there now.
Arthur Jameson, 42.
Kicked out the army for glassing someone in a pub.
Since then a few prison sentences for theft and one for ABH.
DC Blackstone spoke to the arresting officer.
He reckons Jameson's into survivalism and mad about weapons.
Great work, well done.
We've got an officer on Fleming's staff. You were seen.
I know.
He's our only link to a Keith Rothwell that very few...
And do you really think he'd admit that?
Do you understand what he has to lose?
Listen to yourself. Look at yourself.
Not the Banksy I know.
Do you fancy a drink?
I'm really sorry to have kept you waiting.
There's been some developments.
You're here voluntarily Tom.
You can leave any time you like.
Except that'd make me look guilty, wouldn't it?
What exactly are you worried about?
- What developments, exactly? - Why?
Would that have some bearing on what you're going to tell me?
People might think that we
should be more upset.
But what you've got to understand
is that we lost Dad a long time ago.
What happened, Tom?
I followed him.
Not long after I decided that I was going to be myself,
no matter what.
He was supposed to be in York
but I saw him and I followed him.
And I watched him pick up a woman.
She was coming out of a primary school
and he laughed with her like I've never seen him laugh with anyone.
Was this in Leeds?
I never told Hannah or Mum but...
next time he looked at me like I was disgusting,
I told him that I knew.
Things got out of hand and I hit him.
Knocked him down.
And that was it for us.
Never fight your dad and win.
- Shouldn't we wait? - What for?
Men with guns and bulletproof vests?
Probably.
I'll check round the back.
Did you get anything?
From Fleming.
Please tell me you got something.
I'm not sure that my instinct counts for anything these days
but for what it's worth, I think you're right.
He's a complete fraud.
No, he's not a fraud.
He's no different to the vast majority of people.
He's out for himself.
Yes, all right, I'd know.
Perhaps I've been wrong all along.
About Fleming.
You.
You just swam with the tide,
whereas I didn't,
couldn't, whatever.
Therefore I have to accept getting left behind.
I just did the best with what I've got.
That's all. Exactly the same as you.
We're going to need a chaser.
Window was open.
I don't think he's worried about anyone nicking anything.
Doesn't look as if anyone's here.
Right, thanks, Win. I'll see you.
DS Jackman.
It seems Tom Rothwell
got a glimpse of his dad behaving like a lovesick teenager.
No man over the age of 45 should allow himself to succumb that.
It's one of the few compensations of growing old and cynical.
You haven't met Pamela Jeffries.
That's true.
She wants me to go with her.
She's playing the clarinet in a concert in Budapest
and she wants me to go too.
And...
You're obviously thinking about it.
So what's stopping you?
Where do you want me to start?
My age, my job, my house, my whole life!
You said yourself that no man over the age of 45...
She's not asking you to marry her.
This looks like a match to the shotgun
wadding used to kill Rothwell.
I'll check it out.
DI Morton!
I think he's taken his gun.
MAN: Don't move.
DI Morton!
What?
I think he's taken his gun.
We agreed.
Ten grand before, ten grand after.
- He promised me. - Who promised you?
Where's Norcliffe?
Ken! Ken!
- I said an orange juice. - I know.
Feels good acting out of character once in a while.
You mean like Keith Rothwell?
You have to admire his bravery if nothing else.
Didn't do him much good, did it?
Better to die a hero than live like a coward.
She must be quite something, this Miss Jeffries.
She's... herself.
I never knew how much I admired that until I met her.
Sometimes you've got to admit
there are things you're not in control of.
What?
What if that's what made one life bleed into another?
I don't follow.
What if Keith Rothwell fell in love?
- You all right, ma'am? - Course I am.
I'm heading back to coordinate to the press office.
I need you to brief the other search teams.
Focus on outbuildings, wooded areas.
Any sightings, make it clear he's not to be approached.
Jameson leads us to Norcliffe and the truth
and we're close. So let's get him.
I assume you heard I went to see Fleming.
Superintendent McLaughlin said. You've been avoiding us.
Well, there might be repercussions and I didn't see the point in us both...
You didn't tell me because you don't trust me.
That's not tr...
You're obviously an excellent detective.
But you'd have told DS Cabbot.
Maybe we should talk in my office.
Check your voicemail, DCI Banks.
There's a gunman running around West Riding.
I know who Annie Cabbot is.
We have to trust each other and I know nothing about you.
Well, not really.
You said what we do here is all about connections.
We don't just find them and make sense of them,
we also form them occasionally.
Some people don't find that as easy as others.
Just be yourself. That's all.
I play poker.
- What? - You want to know something about me?
Thursday nights, I play poker.
I honestly can't tell whether or not you're being serious.
That's why I'm good at poker.
Jameson's on foot.
Last seen heading north west. Armed and dangerous.
OK.
Win?
Just looking at Tom Rothwell's statement.
If Pamela Jeffries was the woman he saw his dad with,
why was she coming out of a school?
- What you thinking? - It must have been a different woman.
DI Morton, we might have something.
- Going in for a closer look. - Understood.
It's very faint on infrared but it's definitely there.
What GPS?
Latitude 4054.6130.
Longitude 07...
OK, looks like he's going to ground.
- Her. - Definitely?
- That's who he picked up. - Miss Mullen?
We need to speak to her, please.
I'm afraid she's away.
Can you tell us where she's gone?
I'll have to ask the school secretary
but I don't think she said.
We're going to need her home address.
Get down there.
I want four covering DI Morton!
You two, higher ground!
Take higher ground!
Looks like she's gone. You check upstairs.
All right.
"... here is the adress your post will be redirected to:"
Found you.
Win!
Jameson, you're under arrest for the murder of Keith Rothwell.
Lower the weapon and turn around.
Arthur, there's nowhere else to go.
Lower the weapon now.
Turn around now!
It ends here, Arthur.
Please, let us help you.
Suspect is down. Repeat, suspect is down.
Just listen to me, Helen. It's important.
You do realise what's happened here?
Jameson's just shot himself.
Jameson knew nothing. He was just the hired gun.
The real criminals are Fleming,
Norcliffe and Keith Rothwell.
I'm sending you the address now.
I'll explain when you get there.
You have to leave now.
Trust me.
Hello, Mr. Rothwell.
Francesca's?
She's a music teacher, I believe.
Yeah, yeah, I...
got it for both of us. I'm learning.
Bit of a step up from the one that she got you.
The one you couldn't resist keeping in your study at Arkbeck.
I knew it would come, the...
the...
the knock on the door. I thought it would be years rather than days.
I think I understand everything.
You made sure the Leeds flat was
covered in Norcliffe's fingerprints
to match those on the corpse,
picked your wedding anniversary
because that's the only night you and Mary go out together.
You chose Italian to match
Norcliffe's regular restaurant,
even picked his favourite dish, carbonara,
to match the stomach contents.
Meanwhile, Daniel Norcliffe's abducted
on his doorstep by Arthur Jameson.
He drove to Arkbeck, probably left Norcliffe in the garage,
overpowered your daughter.
Waited for you and your wife to return home. Tied her up.
And then dragged you outside and into the garage.
Then he let you go so that you could finish the set-up together.
You were involved in a money laundering scheme
with Martin Fleming and Norcliffe from which you made thousands.
Then you wanted out.
So you dressed Norcliffe in your clothes
and stood and watched
while Jameson blew his head off.
The only thing that I don't understand is
why didn't you pay Jameson the rest of his money?
What was he going to do, go to the police?
You can change your name but not who you are.
Arthur Jameson's not going anywhere.
I took that two hours ago.
He decided going back to prison wasn't an option.
He shot himself.
Just another one of your victims in this whole mess.
All so you could have a fresh start on the Yorkshire coast
with your girlfriend and as much money as you could get away with.
No, no, no. I had to go.
I couldn't stay another minute.
Wasn't as if anybody wanted me there.
I was a bank, nothing more.
- It was the only way. - To do what?
Rip off Norcliffe and Fleming?
You knew we'd find out about the money laundering, didn't you?
It gave Norcliffe a motive and whatever happened to Fleming,
you'd be out the picture.
This isn't about money.
This is about what happened when you fell in love.
Probably for the first time.
I think your feelings for Francesca
are probably the only genuine thing about you.
Which is why you'll give us everything that you have on Martin Fleming.
That's the only way you'll get to spend
any time with her after you're released.
He told her he wanted them to start completely afresh
so she wasn't to tell anyone where they were going.
And she believed him.
Well done, both of you.
You pulled this one out of the flames.
Thanks, sir. Boss.
Old technology?
This is why you're needed.
You can keep your flipchart...
for now.
I'm going to follow Rothwell.
I don't think even Martin Fleming can...
talk his way out of this one.
See you again, Banksy.
And thanks.
Sorry.
No, it's OK.
It's not that he's alive.
Obviously I'm glad about that, but...
This means none of it's real, doesn't it?
This place, the money.
We'll lose it all, won't we?
We can start again.
I bet you volunteered for this one, didn't you?
I'm truly sorry.
Pamela, it's Alan.
I won't be coming to Budapest.
It seems I can still rely on my instinct
and sadly it's telling me it would be a mistake,
for us both.
It's not who I am.
I'll post the record.
Good luck.
MP Martin Fleming denies the money laundering charges
he's facing since the arrest of Yorkshire
accountant Keith Rothwell.
Steven, James, Ben, MJ.
Nice.
The super's laid on the refreshments you requested.
I for one am in need of some serious refreshing.
I still don't know what gave you such an insight
into the mind of such a dull man having a mid-life crisis.
What?
- You coming? - In a sec.
What do you say?
Shut up and deal?
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