(dramatic orchestral music) (metal clanging) (siren wails) (people chattering indistinctly) (door clicking) (siren wails) (dramatic orchestral music continues) (door clicking) (all chattering) - What is it?

- I don't know.

But if that thing's going off, it's not good.

(siren wails) (dramatic orchestral music continues) - It's your da.

I'm sorry, Sam.

(Hannah sobbing) - What happened?

(Hannah sobbing) (phone ringing) - Hello.

(doors clicking) About turn.

We've got a body underground at Burnsend Colliery.

- Oh, great.

- Give us the benefit of your mining experience.

- Don't start, sir.

Don't start with all of that.

- Morning, George.

- Morning.

- Can I have a word?

- One minute.

- Did you get the paperwork about the superintendent's position?

- Yeah, I did.

I don't think it's for me, sir.

- What is it, George?

Promotion, increased responsibility, advancement?

- Traffic.

- I spent 15 years in traffic.

There comes a time when it is unseemly for senior officers to still be rocking the boat, ignoring orders, getting themselves shot.

You know the sort of thing.

- Are you saying I'm an embarrassment, sir?

- I'm saying I'd hate to see you embarrass yourself.

Who would?

You or A.C.C.

Hale?

Why the sudden interest in my career?

- No idea what you're referring to, George.

- You're not the organ grinder is my point, sir.

- I'm going to ignore that inference.

I'd appreciate you giving it further and proper consideration.

(dramatic orchestral music) - What was all that about?

- None of your business.

(door clicking) You grew up somewhere like this, didn't you?

- Yep, just like it.

They're all the same, these pit villages.

Miserable.

- Well, you should be right at home this morning, then.

- [John] Pack it in, sir, will ya?

- Well, back amongst your own.

In the blood, as they say.

- Just 'cause me dad was a miner doesn't mean that I'm one.

I got out.

There's no way I was gonna work down the pit.

I rejected all that.

I've made me own way in the world.

I forged me own path, all right?

- Didn't exactly come very far, have you, son?

- Far enough.

(dramatic orchestral music) (engine rumbling) (dramatic orchestral music continues) - You'll want to get back to work, Billy.

- You're just loving this, aren't you?

Any excuse to shut the place.

(men muttering) - Are you the police?

- Detective Chief Inspector Gently.

This is Detective Sergeant Bacchus.

- Dennis Morden, general manager.

- For the time being, anyways.

- [Peter] Wait, Billy, man, come on.

Now's not the time.

There's a fella lying dead.

- I know that.

Our union rep, protector of our interests.

Some would say that's suspicious, like in the current circumstances.

- Burnsend Pit is under consideration for possible closure, Mr.

Gently.

The dead man, Arthur Hawkes, was the shop steward.

- What makes you think this wasn't an accident?

- He wasn't meant to be down there, not since Friday.

- We'll need to see the body.

- Peter?

- Yeah?

- This is Peter Turner.

He and his son Joe found the body.

He'll take you down.

- [George] Mr.

Turner.

- Right.

Right, come on.

I'll get you kitted up.

(all murmuring) - Were you the first one to the body?

- Well, no.

Someone shouted, and me and Joe went over and seen that it was Arthur, like.

- Where is Joe?

- The lad's took it pretty bad.

- What was Arthur's job down the pit?

- He was a roofman.

It was his job to help advance the roadways, put up girders, secure the roof, that sort of thing.

- Well, he'd been lying there for a couple of days.

How come nobody missed him?

- I have no idea.

Maybe you should ask his family.

He has a son, Sam, who works under me here as a section manager, and a daughter, Hannah.

- Thank you.

- Right.

And your titfer goes on here like that.

Okay.

That comes up from your shoulder, clips on.

That goes on the front like that.

- I'll leave you in Peter's capable hands.

I, I need to inform head office of events.

- Now, this threads through there onto your belt, okay?

- [John] What is it?

- This is your lifesaver.

This is your self-rescuer, right?

It's for gas.

- Gas?

- Yeah, just like the war, John.

- Yeah, well, some of us barely remember the war, sir.

- Well, that's what's wrong with you lot these days.

You don't know when you're well off.

- [George] You a veteran?

- I was in First Army in '43.

Yourself?

- I was in the Eighth.

- Ah.

Got some hard fighting, you lads, eh?

- Didn't we all, mate?

- Right.

Now, I brought this for a bit of demonstration.

Now, bite down on the mouthpiece.

- You're joking, aren't you?

I don't know where that's been.

- Oh, aye, 'cause hygiene's important when you're choking to death.

Away.

(George laughs) And that's your nose clip, goes on there.

Right?

Now breathe normal.

- I am breathing normal.

(George laughs) Oh, so this is funny?

(all chattering) (dramatic orchestral music) - Right.

Now, this is where you get your tokens, okay?

It's two tokens.

One for the way down and one for the way up.

- That's how you account for who's underground?

- I can see why they made you chief inspector.

Right.

One token.

Thanks, John.

- Thank you.

(dramatic orchestral music) - Lights on.

- Flip your lamps.

(elevator whirring) (dramatic orchestral music continues) - How, how far down do we go?

- This is the core deep mine, about 800 foot.

- 800 foot?

- It's not so bad.

Some of the ones down in Yorkshire, they're thousands of feet.

You are okay doing this?

- Yeah, of course.

Yeah.

No, I'm, Yeah, fine.

Why wouldn't I be?

(dramatic orchestral music continues) - [George] Was Arthur a good mate of yours?

- We worked together most of our lives.

- That's not what I asked.

- Well, got on well enough.

He was good with the lads, you know?

He was a good shop steward.

- Can you think of anybody who might have had it in for him?

- That's your job, is it not?

- Is it much farther?

- So, Joe found the body and called you over, yeah?

- Well, no.

Some others spotted it first, and when Joe seen who it was, well, Arthur was training him up to be a union rep, so they were quite close like.

(dramatic orchestral music) - You all right, John?

- [John] Yeah.

- You sure?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

(dramatic orchestral music continues) Hey.

Hey.

It says "collapsed seam" here.

See that?

"Collapsed seam."

Does that happen a lot?

- Well, nobody goes in here now.

But, well, Joe nearly got killed in here awhile back.

- What happened?

- Well, him and Arthur got caught in a roof fall.

And Joe got buried, and Arthur went in and pulled him out.

- So, Arthur saved your son's life?

- So they say.

I wasn't there meself.

Right, now, this here's the face line in here.

He's lying up in there a bit.

- Please tell me we're not going in there.

- Do you want to stay here?

- (sighs) No, it's fine.

It's all right.

Let's go.

- You all right?

- I'll not leave you.

Right.

In we go.

Mind your heads.

(John groans) You might want to cover your noses 'cause it stinks a bit.

(dramatic orchestral music continues) - [George] Has anybody touched anything?

- [Peter] Well, Joe might have shifted some of it when he first seen him.

- [George] Not wearing his helmet.

Need to get the scene of crime boys down here.

Looks like his skull's been fractured.

There's a massive indentation.

What would he be back here for anyway?

- Well, normally, nobody goes into the waste.

We just let that collapse behind us when the coal face moves forward like.

- This isn't supported?

- Aye.

- Oh, this is ridiculous.

(sighs) - There's some bruising on his neck just here.

Well, it, it looks like somebody's dragged him in here expecting the roof to collapse and bury him.

And he's taken his token, pop it in the tin upstairs.

(fingers snap) As far as anybody's concerned, Arthur Hawkes has vanished.

What do you think?

- Maybe.

(wood creaking) (ground rumbling) (all shouting) - [John] You all right?

Gov, you all right?

What happened?

- I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Just give me a minute.

- You're bleeding, sir.

- I think we should go, don't you?

- Can you walk?

- Yep, yep.

(sighs) (dramatic orchestral music) - [Peter] Remember, mind your heads!

- How is he?

Will he live?

Ugh.

- That's a nasty cut.

- I've had worse.

- So I see.

How'd you get your old wound?

- I got shot.

- That was nice of them.

Do you get much pain from it?

- No.

- You've probably been favoring the other leg.

That's why you haven't noticed it.

- There's nothing wrong with my leg.

- Nearly there.

- I'm in your hands.

- Do you want me to hold yours?

- No, thank you, John.

- All right.

You've got wonderful hands, Janet.

They're very dexterous.

- How's the patient?

- Why's the pit up for closure, Mr.

Morden?

- No one has said it is to close.

It hasn't been decided.

It'll be announced tomorrow at a meeting.

- Calm down.

We're not the N.U.M.

- We're all under pressure here.

Productivity at Burnsend is way down.

The coal is running out.

- Was Arthur Hawkes fighting these plans?

- Tooth and nail.

- So you would have had the odd dispute with him.

- I work here same as them, Mr.

Gently.

Relations were pretty cordial.

- There we go, pet.

All done.

- Thank you.

- Let me get you a bandage.

- All right.

I would like a list of all the men who were on the same shift as Arthur on that night.

- I'll get it to you as soon as I can.

- Thank you.

Here we are.

(inhales deeply) Good as new.

(locker opens) Anybody else touch this?

- Arthur will still have his key.

I had to get the master.

- Couple of quid.

Phone number.

The Mermaid Newcastle, do you know it?

- Can't say I do.

- Why aye.

- More than a couple of quid, that, isn't it?

300 or 400.

- What's he earn here?

- 30 pounds a week or so.

- That's three month's wages, there about.

- I'd kill a man for that amount.

(dramatic orchestral music) (kids laughing) (dramatic orchestral music continues) - [Sam] Hannah, it's the police.

- D.C.I.

Gently.

This is D.S.

Bacchus.

- Nice to see you.

- We're very sorry about your father.

- Please, take a seat.

- Thank you.

- So, is it murder like everyone's been saying?

- I'm afraid so, yes.

- I don't understand why anybody would do this.

- When did either of you see your father last?

- Couple of days ago, Friday.

We went to work together.

- Did you wonder where he was at the weekend?

Why he didn't come back?

- No, not really.

He was never here much at weekends.

Not lately.

- [George] Why's that?

- Well, he'd rather be in Newcastle getting pissed.

- Don't start, Sam Hawkes.

Dad's dead.

Have some respect.

Since our ma died, he's not been, he took it hard.

- How did she die?

- TB finally finished her off about six months back.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- It was a relief by the end.

Nothing worse than watching someone die a little bit more every day and being able to do nothing about it.

(Hannah sniffles) Come on.

Nae good getting upset.

- That certainly seems to be working for you, doesn't it?

- We found a book of matches amongst your father's possessions from the Mermaid Pub in Newcastle.

Did he go there regularly?

- I wouldn't know.

I never got invited with him.

- We found 300 pound in his locker.

Any idea how he came across that?

- No.

If he had that sort of money, we never saw any sign of it.

(knuckles rapping) - [Joe] How are you doing?

- [Hannah] Oh, Joe.

- Hiya.

You the police?

- (sighs) D.C.I.

Gently.

- Joe Turner.

- Are you Peter Turner's son?

You found Arthur, didn't you?

- That's right.

(Hannah sniffles) (Hannah crying) Come on, come on.

Calm down, pet.

(John clears throat) - That was him on the Jarrow March in 1936.

He was only 19.

He was in his element stirring it up.

- Oh, a bit of a troublemaker, was he?

- My dad was a good man.

He fought for what he believed in.

And people believed in him.

(audience applauding) - Burnsend Pit has been at the heart of this community for as long as any of us can remember.

Most of youse is the latest of generations to work it.

Now, I came here as a Bevin Boy in '43, and I stayed here because I love it.

It's home.

And you are all family.

You're brothers, comrades.

So we must all stick together.

- Aye, and strike together afore it's too late.

- A strike just plays into the bastards's hands, Billy.

- Not if the union brings out every other pit with us.

Let's see what that does for productivity.

- Strike!

- [All] Strike, strike, strike strike, strike, strike, strike, strike, strike.

- All right, calm down, Panda.

When I want your opinion, I'll give you it, aye?

(all laughing) All right.

Burnsend is on the list of possible closures, but I'll tell you what, It's right at the bottom of it.

I've had undertakings and reassurances Burnsend is gonna be all right, as long as we don't mess that up for ourselves.

So no more talk of strikes, Billy.

Our fate is in our own hands.

I believe that, and you can believe me on that.

So let's just keep doing what we do best, bringing the dirty black stuff up, eh?

Like Burnsend men have always done, 'cause there's no one better at doing it, eh?

(audience applauding) - He cared about everybody in this community, Mr.

Gently, always put them first.

- Before his own family, even.

- Sam.

- This is my house now, Joe, not yours.

Not yet.

I'll not have you telling me what I can and can't say in it.

- I'm going for a walk.

- Don't be daft.

- Come with me?

- Hannah.

Hannah.

(door closes) - So, you didn't approve of your father's weekends or his drinking.

- Everyone likes a drink.

Who doesn't, right?

But when my ma got ill, he should have been here.

He wasn't.

Broke her heart.

- How'd that make you feel?

- I'm sorry.

What's this got to do with owt?

So, I didn't get on with him about stuff.

- How did your dad feel about your training to become management?

I know what it's like, mate, I really do, you know, in a place like this.

Any ambition or wanting a change, you know, do something different, - It's like joining the enemy, isn't it?

He was fine about it.

Are we done?

- Blimey.

There's no love lost between father and son.

- Well, Sam couldn't blame his mother for dying.

He chose somebody else.

- All right?

- Yeah.

- Do you need a jiff?

- No, I'm fine.

- I tell you what, son deciding to aim for shirt and tie, that wouldn't have sat well.

I don't care what he says.

- It's no crime being a manager, you know.

- You're joking, aren't you?

Around here?

Working-class lad with ideas above his station?

It's worse than being a poof.

- Or a copper.

- (laughs) Aye.

Or a copper, yeah.

- Why not aim for a bit of ambition, take responsibility?

Am I asking the wrong sergeant?

- What do you mean by that?

- Well, how long has it been now?

- I don't know.

A couple of year, maybe.

- Seven, I believe.

- All right, seven.

What difference does it make?

- Well, are you still happy being a sergeant?

No thoughts of promotion?

Or are you scared of the inspector's exam?

- Hey, no, I'm not scared.

I'm not scared, all right?

I'm just, Let's not talk about it.

- John.

Will you drive?

(keys jingling) (gentle orchestral music) - You all right?

- Yeah.

- Maybe you should get that looked at again.

- Eh, you just want an excuse to see Nurse Janet again.

- Maybe.

- Doesn't anybody knock anymore?

- Sorry, sir.

The door was open.

That looks really nasty.

- Well, his legs aren't that bad.

Your legs aren't that bad, sir.

I'm serious.

I've seen you.

You can hardly walk.

- Well?

- This is the list that you asked for, sir.

All of the men that were working underground on the day of Arthur Hawkes' last shift.

There's 40 names.

- Narrows it down, doesn't it?

- Well, I thought if we could find out where the men were working in relation to Arthur's body, - Good idea.

- And I've made up a map, as well, with all of the relative positions and distances.

- I got some crayons here, if you need them.

- All right.

Where do you keep them?

Next to your Action Man?

- You could try just telling me.

- Oh, right.

So, there were six men near where he was last seen working, Peter Turner and his son, Joe, Sam Hawkes, Billy Shearer, Panda Wheelan, and the manager.

Dennis Morden was also down the pit on one of his monthly inspections, so his whereabouts are unconfirmed.

- Oh.

Well done, Rachel.

Good work.

- Thank you, sir.

- Give her that phone number we found in Arthur Hawkes' locker.

And check these names on your list, see if any of them have got a record.

Arthur Hawkes, as well.

- Mm-hmm.

Well, I-I could just ring this, if you like.

- Oh, you were doing so well.

Let me explain, right?

If you call that number, then they'll know who you are, won't they?

But you don't know who the person is on the other end, whether they're lying.

They could be the killer, couldn't they?

And you've just warned them that we're coming.

So name and address, please, all right?

All right?

We don't need a diagram.

(dramatic orchestral music) (Hannah sobbing) - [Person] It's all right.

(dramatic orchestral music continues) - What's going on?

Why have you brought me in?

- You, Arthur Hawkes, and Panda Wheelan were arrested in the Mermaid Bar in Newcastle a couple of weeks ago for fighting, and you spent the whole night in a cell.

Sit down.

- Hey, look, man, that was something of nothing.

We were all pissed.

You know what it's like.

We got into, with some lads.

- Who were these lads?

- Locals.

That's why we got nicked and they didn't.

Our faces didn't fit.

There's nowt to it, like I said.

- I can't even remember nowt.

We were bolted, man.

- Take a seat there, will you?

You can't remember nowt?

- No.

I was 15 pints to the God, man.

- Here.

So, what were you doing in Newcastle?

- Just having a drink.

- That's a long way for, for a pint, isn't it?

Do you go often?

- Now and then.

- You, Billy, and Arthur.

- Aye.

- Were you good friends?

- Well, was.

I mean, as in Arthur's dead now, poor bugger.

- Yeah.

Tell us about this fight.

- Oh.

Oh, I had to dive between them.

Like a pair of dogs.

- Dive between who?

- Billy and Arthur.

They're a right pair when roused.

(chuckles) - Right.

Yeah, uh, yeah, Billy said.

Listen, give us a second, will you?

(dramatic orchestral music) (door clicking) (door clicking) - I've got a witness who says you were fighting with Arthur Hawkes.

Had to be separated.

It's Panda Wheelan.

- Why were you in Newcastle?

- Dogs, greyhounds, we own a couple.

- You and Arthur?

- Aye, and Panda.

Arthur's been on it for years.

He's got an eye for a winner.

We went in with him, just for the crack like, bit of fun, make a few quid here and there.

- Arthur had 300 quid on him when he died.

- We'd had a good win that weekend.

We all made a pocket.

- That's the sort of money that would get a man killed, that.

- I wasn't fighting with Arthur about dogs or money.

Right.

I'll tell you.

But I know what you're gonna think.

(lighter clicking) I've got this pal, works in a pit in Leeds.

And he'd heard Arthur got a job landed there.

He said Dennis Morden had put a word in for him.

So, I asked Arthur if it was true.

- [George] What'd he say?

- Not a lot, just bloody went for it, which told me all I needed to know.

- Why would Arthur move to another job if he knew that Burnsend was gonna stay open?

- That's what he told all of us.

But we lost the battle last year, Mr.

Gently, when Harold Wilson betrayed the miners and chose nuclear power for that new power station at Hartlepool.

- You think Arthur already knew about the pit closing, and this bird's saying different.

- Why would the captain be jumping ship if it wasn't sinking?

And if it was true, Morden must have told him and offered to sort him out.

"You scratch my back."

(chuckles) Want to take a bet on the outcome of that meeting tomorrow?

- Do you think that Arthur betrayed his comrades?

Did you mention that to anybody else?

- Only Panda.

- You're a right double act, you two, aren't you?

- I look after him.

He looks after me.

- So, you were fighting with Arthur, and two weeks later, he's dead.

- See?

I knew where you were going with it.

- Well... - I didn't kill him.

As a, Mr.

Gently, I'll admit that, but look at the size of us.

I wouldn't know where to start killing a man.

- What about Panda?

- I know nowt about it.

Am I under arrest?

If so, I'll have a lawyer.

If not, I'm going home.

- The thing about these union types is they're "brothers this" and "comrades that."

Big speeches, the new rallying cries.

The bottom line, sir, is they're all in it for themselves.

- Do you believe Billy Shearer?

- I believe if you mix miners and unions, no one stays right.

They're like politicians, Put on a face, but they're bent as a nine-bob note.

I tell you what, if he did sell out the miners, that's an awful lot of men with a motive to kill.

- I've been making some inquiries.

There's an inspector's refresher exam starting in Newcastle in a couple of days.

- (sighs) I don't, why, why the sudden rush to get rid of us?

- I'm not trying to get rid of you.

- Is that what you were talking to Langham about behind me back?

- I told you that was none of your business.

- How is it none of me business, sir?

You're talking to him behind me back, scheming to get rid of me.

- I'm not scheming to get rid of you!

- Then how is it none of me business?

- It's me they're trying to get rid of!

(sighs) - What do you mean?

- The A.C.C.

seem to think I've ignored one order too many.

- What?

You think they're trying to chuck you out?

- Worse.

They're trying to promote me.

They've offered me a superintendent's position, in traffic.

(John laughing) - It's not funny.

It is serious.

- Traffic?

- Yeah, traffic.

- They can't force you to take that, sir, surely.

- Go on, John.

I'll see you in the morning.

(dramatic orchestral music) - Gov.

- Lop it.

(dramatic orchestral music continues) (doors clicking) (door clicking) (dramatic orchestral music continues) - W.P.C.

Coles.

- Morning, sir.

- How are you settling in?

- Oh, I-I'm fine, thanks.

I'm really enjoying it.

- The men are treating you well enough?

They can be a rough-and-tumble lot.

- Oh, no.

Mr.

Gently's been really good to us.

- I'm sure.

And how's he doing, do you think?

Getting into more mischief, no doubt.

- I wouldn't know about that, sir.

We're working on a murder down the mine at Burnsend.

Mr.

Gently made a right mess of his leg.

- Oh?

What happened?

- Well, I'm not sure.

I-I think he fell or something.

Apparently, he caught himself right where he got shot.

I-I didn't even know he'd been shot until P.C.

Taylor told us.

- Yes.

Always keeps his cards close to his chest, does George.

Well, don't let me keep you.

- Sir.

(dramatic orchestral music) - [John] Yeah?

- The telephone number on that is for a Lilian Francis.

She runs a greyhound kennels in Newcastle.

- Yep.

We knew that Arthur was racing dogs.

Hence the amount of money that we found.

- And I have the PM report.

- Right.

Taylor?

- [Taylor] Yep?

- Get your money out, will you?

Postmortem reports.

- Oh, no, I don't like this.

- Oh, get on with it, ma'am, will you?

Just read the thing.

- Um, there was heavy bruising on the neck from an attempted strangulation.

- "Attempted."

Did you hear that?

"Attempted."

Read on.

- And the skull was severely fractured.

- Thank you very much.

- But the blow to the head didn't kill him.

He had dust and particles in his throat and lungs, so he must have been unconscious and then, or suffocated when the rock fell on him.

- I'll have that back, thanks.

- He was left to die down there in the dark.

- Well, he must have tried to crawl out or Joe would never have found him.

- Sergeant, I was hoping to catch you.

Quick word?

- Uh, yeah, yeah.

- I heard about the accident.

- What accident?

- Down in the mine.

I heard Gently's bad leg let him down.

- That was hardly his legs, sir.

He's fine.

He's absolutely fine.

- Look, I admire your loyalty, Detective Sergeant, but even you must admit that arrest rates recently haven't been what they once were.

- Are we talking about one case in particular, sir?

- I'd like you to make a full report on this latest investigation.

Leave nothing out, including any accidents or incidents.

- Why are you not asking Inspector Gently to do that?

- I'm asking you.

- You want me to report on me boss?

- All I want is the truth.

And it won't do your career any good if you start making up stuff to protect him.

Thank you for your cooperation, Detective Sergeant.

- Right.

- We need to have a chat later on, George.

My office, 4:00 sharp?

- Surely.

Gonna be late for that colliery meeting.

- Right.

- What was all that about?

- He wants me to write a report about the case.

Leave nothing out.

- They're coming after me, John.

(door clicking) (birds chirping) - So, there's bruises on his neck, and the side of his head's smashed in.

"Huge force," the pathologist has written here, so, it's got to be somebody big and strong.

- Or in a rage.

- Maybe there's two of them.

Fits, doesn't it?

One has his hands around his neck.

That's the attempted strangulation.

And the other one around the back, caves the side of his head in.

- Panda and Shearer.

- Yeah.

Because they thought Arthur was gonna sell them out.

They drag him into the waste down there and they leave him to be covered, right?

The only trouble is he's still alive and he crawls out far enough to be found.

But it's the rockfall that kills him.

- Fair enough.

But why would they want to kill him?

Why not just reveal his betrayal?

- Gov, you're assuming they think like rational human beings.

They're miners, man.

They're not us.

They have an argument, they get into a row, and, (hand smacks) wallop.

- That's a bit harsh, isn't it?

- Is it?

If it's not politics, it'll be a woman or money.

- Is it always one of those three?

Anyway, it's D-Day for them.

- [John] Can't expect the coal board to subsidize them if the pit's losing money.

- It's about more than money, though, isn't it?

If the pit closes, it's a whole community torn apart.

And then how many more up and down the country?

- Gov.

- No, you can't measure that in profit.

- Gov, what sort of a community is it?

One where people lie and cheat and leave each other to die alone in the ground.

(George sighing) People go on about how the pits are the souls of these places.

Well, I tell you what, it's a very dark and it's a dirty soul.

- And if the mine goes, what have these people got instead?

- A chance for a fresh start.

To be something other than a slave to a hole in the ground.

(dramatic orchestral music) - Gently.

I've got the meeting just now.

- Yeah, we'll be in there with you.

One question beforehand.

Did Arthur say anything to you about getting a job down in Leeds?

- I think he might have mentioned something about it in passing.

- Did he happen to mention why?

Given that you were both so confident about the, the pit staying open.

- I can't, I can't say I remember.

- You didn't happen to put in a word for him?

- No.

Why would I do that?

- Because you'd have the inside word that the pit was about to close, and doing Arthur a favor maybe meant that he'd do you one.

- (chuckles) Paranoia must be catching around here.

I resent that insinuation.

Now, if there's nothing else, thank you.

(dramatic orchestral music continues) - These people don't want a fresh start, John.

They just want to hold on to their way of life.

What's gonna happen to them if the mine closes?

- Maybe they'll all go and live in Russia.

- You're all heart.

Do you know that?

- Well, they keep banging on about how better it is over there.

Bunch of Commies, the lot of them.

If they're so keen, why don't they go and live there?

(all chattering) (dramatic orchestral music continues) - What's the score, then?

What's Morden been saying?

- I haven't spoken to him.

- You're the union.

He must have said something to you.

- Pack it in, will you, Panda?

You'll hear what he has to say soon enough.

- No.

I want to hear it from you.

Unless you've been running away, as well.

- What are you talking about, man?

- Oh, don't even pretend not to know!

Keeping it in the family, were you?

(mic tapping) You're as bad as he was.

- (clears throat) Okay.

I won't keep you all in suspense.

The board made it clear, last month, that they would need to see a big improvement in productivity to guarantee the future of Burnsend.

Unfortunately, those targets have not been met.

So it is with great sadness that I have to announce the official closure of Burnsend Colliery.

(crowd murmuring) The notices of one month will be handed out with immediate effect, but we would like to reassure everyone that all efforts will be made to try to relocate at least some of the workforce to other collieries.

And some of you will be offered salvage work in the short term.

Now, I know just how hard each and every one of you has worked and fought to save this pit, myself included.

- What have you done, you lying bastard?

- It's a sad day for us all.

So I would like to personally wish all of you the very best for the future, wherever you may end up.

- What's the union gonna say?

Joe, how are you, man?

What's it gonna do?

Are you lot blind?

Don't you see what's happened here?

Arthur Hawkes has sold us down the river!

Sorted out his own future, while he's ruined ours!

- This is gonna get nasty.

- Aye.

If in doubt, turn on your own.

- What are you saying, Billy?

My dad did everything he could.

- Sort you a job and all, did he, lad?

- Dad's not even buried, and you're blackening his name.

- Calm down, all of youse, please.

- It's nowt to do with you, Joe.

I want to know what he's saying.

- I'll tell you, you and everyone else.

Your da knew all about this.

In fact, it was him allowed to happen so he could fix himself a new job!

- That's a dirty lie, Billy Shearer!

Joe, tell him.

- He can't say nowt, 'cause your da was nowt but a traitor.

- Hey!

Hannah!

(all grunting) - Leave it, Sam!

(all grunting) Sam, stop it!

Joe!

It's all right.

(chair crashing) - Oh, man, I'm sorry.

I never, I never saw who it was.

Here.

- Go home, everybody.

Go on.

Everybody, go home.

Go on!

Now!

And get him out of here.

- We should be arresting him for assaulting the police.

- John, just do as I ask!

- You all right?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm all right.

Just get them out.

Go on.

Go on.

- And you, come on, off you go.

(door clicking) - Do you think your father was capable of what Billy Shearer was saying?

- I used to think I knew him.

Who knows what he was capable of?

(sniffles) - Did you know your dad was planning to move to Leeds?

- Never said nothing to me.

But, aye, it makes sense.

- Why?

- 'Cause he was always running away.

Everyone thought he was a big man, making all these speeches and that, aye.

All the time, my mother was dying.

He said he loved us, so why wasn't he there when she needed him?

He was either hiding in the bottom of a pint pot or in bloody Newcastle.

Me and Hannah, We did our best.

But it was him that she was shouting for.

(crying) Telling us how in love they'd always been.

So where was he?

(sniffles) - Do you hate your father for what he did to your mother?

- Yeah.

Because she could have felt better at the end, and, instead, he made himself feel better.

So, you ask me would he betray that lot and run away to suit himself?

In a bloody heartbeat.

- And would you have stopped him if you'd have known?

- But I didn't.

If you want to ask someone about that, you want to ask Joe.

He had a right ding-dong with him about it last week.

Thought it was about our Hannah, but, maybe it was about this.

- Why would they be fighting about Hannah?

- Da never liked them going together.

Nearly 10 years atween them, though.

(sighs) I need a drink.

- Like father, like son.

- I'm nothing like him.

- Right.

- I can't believe you're not standing up for me da.

- He lied, Hannah.

He must have.

He swore to me it'd be all right.

- Maybe the bloody coal board lied.

Eh?

You ever think that?

It was them and not me da?

You're as bad as the rest of them.

- Hannah.

- So, Arthur had it all planned, eh?

- The best thing to do was to strike before the decision, bring the others out with us.

Arthur did everything he could to talk us out of it.

- [Billy] And now betrayed by our own union!

- I don't believe this man.

- Years of coal left in the place.

I know it.

You know it.

The whole town knows it.

Productivity, they say.

All I've seen is men working harder than ever, and all the time, our union was selling us out.

- I never knew nothing about it.

- Aye, we've only your word for that.

- You calling my son a liar?

- I'll let folk make up their own mind about that.

(all shouting) - It's not worth it.

- Peter, are you just gonna stand there, man?

- Let him talk.

What else has he got left?

- They want to chip away our power, bit by bit, so they can control us like, like puppets.

Get rid of the troublemakers, get rid of the older workers, steal more pensions.

Then they can do what they like with the rest.

- Dad.

- See your mom home, son.

- We needed to make a stand.

We needed to make a stand right here right now for our way of life!

And Arthur bloody Hawkes took that from us.

You take it for granted, That up there.

But take a good look.

'Cause it'll soon be gone.

And what kind of future will there be then, huh, for youse bairns?

Let me tell you, a life on the dole.

That's what.

And where's the pride in that?

How are we supposed to look at ourselves in the mirror?

- It's a shock.

I'm sorry.

- Maybe Billy's right.

Our way of life is coming to an end.

- Horrible to contemplate, eh?

- You know, Mr.

Gently, you can spend your whole life on a thing, only to realize you've wasted your time.

Nothing's what you think it is.

Except death, maybe.

- Peter, I need to speak to Joe.

- Well, you'd better come with me then.

(dramatic orchestral music) (Billy sighing) (door clicking) - Margaret?

This is Detective Chief Inspector Gently and Sergeant Bacchus, is it?

- [John] Yeah, that's right.

- They're investigating Arthur's murder.

- Oh, pleased to meet you.

I hope you get who did this.

It's a terrible thing.

- Aye.

Even though he did betray the whole bloody town.

Mind you, fair news to them.

Nobody saw it coming.

- I'm afraid I have to ask some awkward questions.

Was Arthur unhappy about you seeing Hannah?

- Like that, is it?

You're here five minutes, and the wagging tongues are already in your ear.

What have you heard?

- Who's been telling youse that?

- [George] Sam Hawkes.

- Look, Arthur lost his wife only six months ago, so who's gonna look after the men in that house?

Arthur didn't want to lose Hannah and all.

- How old is Hannah?

- 17.

- 17.

You two weren't unhappy about the age difference?

- (sighs) I'll tell you what, and mind this, Joe bloody loved Arthur.

- How long you been seeing Hannah?

- All this is because I was seeing Hannah?

- Well, Arthur had taken another job, Joe, in Leeds.

He was planning to leave.

- You and Arthur have an argument about that?

Was he taking her with him?

- How could they?

It's the first we're hearing it.

- You think I killed him?

I was the one who found him.

Why would I do that if I killed him?

- 'Cause it's the oldest trick in the book.

Happens all the time.

- Is that what you honestly think, Our Joe could do something like that?

- It's my job to think the worst until I find an answer.

- What sort of job is that, always seeing and thinking the worst in people all the time?

I don't know how you could stand it.

- I've been doing it a long time.

- And does that not make you sad, Mr.

Gently?

A life spent digging in other folks's misery?

(dramatic orchestral music) - You said 4:00 sharp, sir.

- Thanks for popping in, George.

Have you had a chance to take another look at the job offer?

- I don't think it's for me.

- You sure about that?

- Certain.

- Anything else you'd like to tell me?

- No, I don't think so, sir.

- You feel you're fit enough to carry on the way you are?

I heard about the accident down at the mine.

- (laughing) Who's been telling you this?

- Oh, come on, man.

You know better than anybody the risks involved in carrying an injury in this job.

It may be time for you to slow down, George.

You don't owe anybody anything.

- I'm perfectly fit.

- I don't mind you lying to me, but you really should be honest with yourself.

What if it lets you down at a critical moment, gets you hurt?

Or worse, someone else?

We have the safety of the public to consider, George.

Wouldn't do to put them at risk.

- You want me out of the way, is that it?

- Maybe it's time for you to get out of your own way.

Every gunslinger has to retire at some point.

Think about it.

That's all.

Always better to jump than be pushed.

(dramatic orchestral music) (door clicking) - How'd it go?

- What exactly did you say to Langham?

- I told you.

He wants me to write a report.

- About my leg.

- He mentioned that.

He already knew about it.

- Yeah, well- - [John] All right?

- Yeah.

- Well, we've had it confirmed from the pit in Leeds.

Dennis Morden did arrange that job for Arthur.

- Better bring him in, then.

- All right, will do.

- So, he lied to us.

- Yeah.

- You given any more thought to that inspector's exam?

- Gov, I appreciate what you're trying to do.

I really, really do.

But I need to make decisions for meself, all right?

- I was doing nothing making a decision.

- If and when I decide that's what I want to do, then it's my decision to make.

I don't need you telling me what I should and shouldn't be doing with me life.

I've had enough of all of that with me dad.

- Pardon me for trying to help.

- I know why this is.

- Oh?

- I know why this is.

- Go on.

- You're looking for a reason to take that job.

(George chuckles) You're pushing me for promotion because you actually want it.

And you don't want to feel bad.

- Well, maybe Langham's got a point.

You saw what happened today.

- Oh, Gov.

Just because you got knocked on your ass by some bloke twice your size?

I smashed a chair over him.

It barely tickled him.

Look, do you want me to go on and get Dennis Morden or not?

- No, I'll go.

- I'll come with you.

- I'm fine.

- Oh, Gov.

Jesus.

- Is everything all right?

- It's fine.

It's fine.

- 'Cause you've got a face like a smacked bum.

- Is that any way to speak to a senior officer?

Is it?

Do you know what?

Maybe I should go for the inspector's exam.

Maybe that's what I should do.

Take the exam, become an inspector, and then I'll finally get a bit of respect around here.

Right?

I'll be the boss then, wouldn't I?

Instead of having a paranoid one that thinks that the whole world is out to get him, including me.

Can you believe that?

After everything that, that we've been through.

I mean... - Well, I'm glad everything's fine.

(liquid pouring) (upbeat jazz music) - You sure youse two won't join us?

- You've had enough.

- Well, no, I, I was celebrating.

Setting fuse to it and all.

Suppose you'll be wanting to move in here, eh, Joe?

Huh?

You can even have his slippers.

- Don't start, Sam.

- Who's starting?

Who's starting?

No, you're all right, bonny lad.

Mommy's in the ground, and Daddy's in the ground.

So let's have a wee celebration.

- Don't drink any more, Sam.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

And empty.

(laughs) Sorry and empty, that's me.

- Let's go upstairs.

- Right.

(dramatic orchestral music) (engine rumbling) (dramatic orchestral music continues) (knuckles rapping) (doorknob rattles) (woman moaning) (door creaking) (both gasping) - When you've finished, Mr.

Morden.

- I knew it.

I knew I should have gone with you.

Did you actually see them at it?

- I did.

- Oh, what was lovely Nurse Janet like with her kit off?

- Can't say I noticed, John.

- Oh, you liar.

- It's late, Dennis, and I'm doing you a favor.

I could have done this at your house.

We could have met your wife.

- None of your bollocks, man, all right?

- I was offered a promotion and a bonus if I could make the Burnsend closure happen quietly.

- There you go.

- Coal board didn't want any hoo-ha.

And truth be told, the union didn't.

Like, my biggest problem was Arthur.

He wasn't daft.

And I knew the colliers would follow his lead.

And then, one day, he collared me.

- So, I assume if this closure goes quietly, you're already sorted.

- What makes you think that, Arthur?

- 'Cause I'm not stupid, Dennis.

I know how this works.

So, I guess, right now, I'm the biggest pain in your ass.

How would you like that pain to go away?

(man shouting indistinctly) - I'm not stupid, either.

I won't be tricked into saying something I regret.

- Where did all the trust go, eh, Dennis?

Listen, I'll speak clearly.

I need to move elsewhere.

You help me with that, then I'll get you whatever you need.

- Why would you want to do that?

- Why is that any of your business?

- Well, it is if you want me to believe this isn't a trick.

- I can protect the men or I can protect my family.

- I don't understand.

- And nor will you.

I've got my reasons.

Now, do we have a deal?

- I can have a word, find you something in another pit.

- You do that and you've got my word I'll get you what you need, sick as it makes me feel.

- And he kept it, his word.

- So you got Arthur the job.

- Yes.

- Why'd you lie about that before?

- I didn't want any of this getting out before the decision was made public.

It would put the union in a difficult position.

They'd have changed their stance to save face.

- Threatening your promotion.

- In the end, it's every man for himself.

Way of the world these days, right?

- Or maybe that's why the world is the way it is these days.

There's no loyalty, no honor.

Did Arthur realize that and he couldn't live with it?

So he changed his mind about betraying the men.

- So, you decide not to take a chance and you do away with him.

- That's ridiculous.

- Is it?

You were down in the pit on the day that he died, The only time that month.

Now, that's a bit of a coincidence, wouldn't you say?

- Monthly inspections only happen once a month.

The clue is in the name, Sergeant.

- It also means that nobody can vouch for your exact whereabouts.

You've already proven yourself to be a liar.

- Am I free to go?

- Yeah.

We may need to speak to you later.

- I don't even know why I bother.

- [George] We haven't got a single scrap of evidence.

- What?

He's got a motive, and he's lying.

- We've got a motive, and it's the same one that everybody else has got.

- I don't like him.

- Oh, that's useful.

I'm not sure the judicial system could cope with the sudden weight of cases if that was the only criteria.

- Why do you have to twist everything that I say?

I hate that.

- Well, you should be quite glad to get rid of me then, shouldn't you?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Somebody's been keeping Langham well-informed about the state of my health, haven't they?

- And you think that's me?

You think I've been lying to you?

(lighter clicking) I've had enough of this.

Right.

Which one of you two has been blabbing to Langham, hmm, about his injuries?

Hmm?

Let me ask you a question.

What's the one thing that every policeman should have?

I'll tell you what it is.

It's loyalty.

Right?

Loyalty.

The kind of loyalty that means that, no matter what, you do anything for your partner.

You'll even lay down your life for them, take a bloody bullet for him.

We have to trust the people that we're working with or we're nothing.

- It was me.

I'm, I'm so sorry.

I wasn't- - Don't.

(door clicking) Go on.

- I, um, I told C.S.

Langham about your injury, sir.

It was stupid.

I know, I was only concerned, and I thought he was, too.

I'm so sorry, sir.

After everything you've done for us, you don't deserve this.

It'll never happen again, sir.

- I know.

(door clicking) - I'm no Arthur Hawkes, sir.

- Yeah, I know.

(clears throat) I'm sorry.

You fancy a pint?

All right, cheers.

- Cheers.

- I'm sorry, John.

I know I haven't been meself.

It's this bloody bullet wound.

If they think I'm unfit- - Nobody thinks you're unfit.

They want to get rid of you.

- Ahh!

- So don't give them an excuse.

Get fit.

Don't give them a leg to stand on.

- That's quite funny.

Should we get back to work?

So, Arthur wasn't getting away because he betrayed the men.

He was betraying the men to get away.

- What?

Because of Joe and Hannah?

Nah.

Why didn't he just have a word with him?

"Get your hands off me daughter."

It's a bit extreme, isn't it?

Just upping stakes and taking her with him.

- Well, you know what the young are like.

They just don't listen, do they?

You remember Billy Shearer?

He was standing in the street and he was in tears.

He was totally gutted.

- Yeah?

So.

- So why didn't he announce Arthur's betrayal?

He had a chance to make that strike happen and he didn't take it.

But he told us, even though it gave him a motive for the murder.

- Yeah, why would he do that?

- I don't know.

Unless Arthur had got something on him, and that's what they were fighting about.

- Like what?

- How to make 300 quid betting on a dog.

(dramatic orchestral music) (dramatic orchestral music continues) - Lilian Francis?

- Who are you?

- Police.

- I have all me licenses.

- Yeah, I'm sure, I'm sure.

I want to talk to you about Arthur Hawkes.

- Arthur who?

- Arthur Hawkes.

He was found murdered at Burnsend Colliery.

Your phone number was found in his pocket.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- What?

Sorry to hear he had your number or sorry that he's dead?

I have a warrant to search these premises.

NGRC records show that Arthur kept three greyhounds here, Fool's Gold, Hannah's Dream, and Billy Cool.

I checked records for the dogs that Arthur kept here with Billy Shearer and Panda Wheelan.

It's mixed form, wouldn't you say?

- I don't know what you mean.

These are them.

- Well, Fool's Gold hadn't placed in six races before he won at Longford's last time out.

Billy Cool had four places and then nothing in three.

- You change their food?

- Nobody killed him because of the dogs.

- Oh?

We'll need to take blood samples.

- I've got a quick question for you.

Who's gonna look after the mutts when you're in prison for perverting the course of justice?

- All right, just so you know, all I do is look after the dogs.

- We'd like you to do something for us.

(dramatic orchestral music) - Well, what do you mean he's taken bad?

I mean, Billy's meant to run on Saturday.

Have you given him too much dope?

(dog barking) - What are they doing here?

- Come on, Panda.

Did you fall out over who got the cash?

Look, I get it.

I get it.

Billy's your mate.

He looks after you, and you do as he says, don't you?

- I'm not saying owt here.

- [John] Well, that's not very clever, is it?

- Well, you tricked us last time.

You hit us with a chair.

- Panda, tell me about the dogs.

- Look, man, everybody does it.

It's part of the game.

- Does what exactly?

- Dopes the dogs up, slow them down.

Lose a few races, get the starting price with them, bang, take them off them, wag your money on.

- Is that why we found 300 quid in Arthur's locker?

- Aye.

- You see, what concerns me, Billy, is this, why didn't you tell your mates that Arthur was betraying the pit?

- Well, what's that got to do with owt?

- Well, I think everything.

'Cause it makes me think that Arthur had got something on you, Billy.

He didn't know about the doping, did he?

Not until Fool's Gold developed wings and came in at 33-to-1.

- How bloody ironic is that, eh?

Arthur Hawkes, too bloody honest to cheat the bookies, but sold his mates down the river.

Hypocritical bastard.

- So, what happened?

- He was a union man, so we made a deal, of course.

We kept his secret.

He kept ours.

- You and Panda.

- Aye.

- So, you got this little secret scheme going on with the dogs and you thought that was more important than telling your mates that Arthur was betraying them?

How does that make you any different from him?

- Have you any idea who we won that money off?

What the bookies would have done to us if they'd have found out?

It's hard to mine coal with two broken legs, Mr.

Gently.

- Yeah, that's true.

But you couldn't let it go, could you?

Knowing what had happened.

So you fought down the pit and you killed him.

Was it you and Panda?

Did Panda hold him down, then you smashed his head in with a rock and left him there to die?

Yeah?

- I'm telling you, man.

You've got it all wrong.

(cell door closes) - Billy, is that you?

What's that?

- Give them till tonight.

One of them will talk.

- Sir.

- [George] Yeah?

- I've just had Sam Hawkes on the phone.

It's about Hannah.

(dramatic orchestral music) - Has she been in touch?

- [Sam] She went upstairs with Joe last night.

That's the last time I saw her.

- What time was this?

- I don't know.

I was a bit drunk.

I fell asleep on the chair downstairs.

Hannah's bed hasn't been touched.

When I woke up this morning, I found this.

(dramatic orchestral music) (knuckles rapping) (door clicking) - Is Joe here?

- What for?

- I'll be- - Hey, hey, hold on, son.

This is my house.

- Peter, please.

- What's going on?

- [John] Where's Joe?

- He's still asleep.

- [George] Is Hannah with him?

- You can't just go- - Mrs.

Turner, is Hannah with Joe?

- No.

I haven't seen Hannah since last night.

- [George] Was she here last night?

- No.

I-I-I meant at the meeting and I- - [Peter] Look, what's this about?

- Hannah Hawkes is missing.

- Well, she's not here.

- Well, we think she's come to some harm.

(Joe snoring) (tense music) (foot thudding) - Get up.

- Huh?

What's this?

- I'll not tell you again.

(footsteps thudding) - Where's Hannah, Joe?

- What do you mean?

Is she not at home?

- Why don't you tell us?

You were the last person seen with her.

- [Peter] Hey, hold on.

Look, you cannae think that, when did she go missing?

- Sometime last night.

- [Peter] Oh, well, Joe was with me down the club.

- All right.

Till when?

- Well, till I carried him home and hauled him in his pit, paralytic.

Eh, midnight, maybe.

- Well, you would say that, wouldn't you?

You're his father.

- Are you calling me a liar, son?

'Cause I wouldn't if I was you.

- Peter, you need to let this happen.

- But it was lies that's brought all this about, was it not?

And I've never told a lie in me life.

Look, Joe was right beside me for the entire shift while Arthur was killed, so you can forget that and all.

- You need to come with us, Joe.

Come on.

- Where you taking him?

- Just taking him to the station for questioning, all right?

(dramatic orchestral music) (door clicking) (door clicking) (engine revving) - If you know where that lass is, you need to tell them for Joe's sake.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- What if I tell them that you weren't in your bed when I brought Joe home last night?

- Get a report out.

I want her found.

- Certainly, sir.

- Rachel?

Check the hospitals and the doctors.

- Yes, sir.

- You were with Hannah last night in her house, upstairs.

- Why do you think I did something to her?

What aren't you telling us?

- You were upstairs in her room.

- Sam was drunk, upsetting Hannah, so we went up there to talk.

- What about?

- Oh, it was stupid.

All the stuff that day.

Hannah was beside herself.

Everything they were saying about her dad.

I should have waited.

- To do what?

- Start making plans.

We have everything we wanted now, nothing to get in the way.

- Like her father.

- [John] You told her that?

- It was stupid.

She went mad.

- How can you say that today?

He's barely cold, and you're saying this.

- I was thinking about us.

- After everything me da did for you?

- He tried to part us, Hannah.

Did you forget that?

Hannah!

(dramatic orchestral music) - [John] You let her go just like that?

- Aye.

- See, the blood in her house, Joe, tells us different.

- Hannah's blood?

- Yes.

What are we supposed to think about that?

- What's happened?

Where is she?

- Do you want to know what I think?

I think you told her exactly what you'd done.

You killed her father.

- What's happened to her?

- Was Hannah gonna tell us that you'd killed her father?

- I didn't kill anybody!

Arthur was me mate!

We were mates!

- Then why was he trying to stop you from seeing his daughter?

Why would he go to such great lengths?

That must have hurt.

- Aye, it must have made you mad, no?

I'd have been mad.

If somebody says that I'm not good enough for their daughter, I want that man to tell me to my face.

You got in a row, didn't you?

Then you snapped in the heat of the moment, and you smacked him one.

You smacked him, and there he is on the floor dead.

- This is no time for anything but the truth, Joe.

- Hannah's pregnant.

That's what we were talking about.

Nobody else knows.

I was planning to ask Arthur for her hand.

I wanted to get married before anyone else knows.

- Is that why she walked out?

- Look, I promise you, I don't know where she is.

You've got to find her, please.

- Where were you last night?

- In the club.

(dramatic orchestral music) (dramatic orchestral music continues) - You seeing who's here?

- What a disgrace.

- Don't know what you're doing showing your face around here, bonny lad.

- Out of the way, lads.

Piss off, if you know what's good for you.

(dramatic orchestral music continues) - [George] What time did you leave?

- I can't remember.

Late.

(knuckles rapping) (door clicking) - Sir?

(dramatic orchestral music continues) - Yeah.

John.

- We found Hannah Hawkes.

She's in hospital.

- Good.

Is she all right?

- I think so, but I haven't got all the information yet.

- All right.

Release him.

- No.

- Let him go.

Rachel?

Do me a favor, will you?

Dig out that map showing the position of the men in the mine.

- Yeah.

- Thank you.

(dramatic orchestral music) - It was a do-it-yourself job, I'm afraid.

With a coat hanger, probably.

She must have been pretty desperate.

- How is she?

- Weak.

Lost a lot of blood.

(dramatic orchestral music continues) - And the baby?

- No.

(dramatic orchestral music continues) - What happened, Hannah?

Hannah?

(dramatic orchestral music continues) She come in on her own?

- No.

A woman brought her in.

- [George] What she look like?

Mid 40s, bit on the glamorous side.

(dramatic orchestral music continues) - Where's Joe?

- He's been released.

- Thank you.

- We've just come from Durham General.

(door clicking) - How is she?

- She's fine.

You on your own?

- Peter is down at the club, just in time for opening.

That's what happens when you take a man's job away.

- What happened with Hannah?

- She didn't want that baby, obviously.

- [George] Why?

- Why ask me?

- Margaret, did you force her to abort the baby?

- No.

- [George] Because you were afraid of what people might think?

- Do you think I care about that?

- Yeah.

Your pride, the shame of what happened.

- No, I was trying to help her.

- Did you bully her into killing her baby?

- How dare you think you know me.

Do you think I don't know what it feels like to have to make that choice?

(dramatic orchestral music) (dramatic orchestral music continues) - Did you once lose a baby, too?

- No, I was lucky.

I never had to face that hell.

- So, we're talking about the time you were carrying Joe.

You and Peter weren't married then.

- Oh, I was married.

- Why were you considering... Joe wasn't Peter's.

How old is Joe again?

- 26.

- 26.

1943.

Peter was away at the war in 1943.

Bevin Boys.

Arthur Hawkes.

Arthur Hawkes was a Bevin Boy, wasn't he?

Did he arrive here in 1943?

(Margaret sighs) (children shouting in distance) - Hannah!

Hannah!

- Do you want me to get rid of him?

- No.

I've got to speak to him.

- (breathing heavily) I've been worried sick.

- She came here in a state because of Joe.

They'd had a fight.

And then she told me she was pregnant.

And I knew I couldn't just stand by.

So I told her the truth.

I was 21, barely married a year, and I hadn't heard from Peter in months.

I thought he was dead.

Wasn't no one.

Lonely.

And your dad, We fell in love.

- I don't understand.

- Peter's not Joe's dad.

- No.

- Joe is your brother, pet.

(dramatic orchestral music) This is just, Why does nobody want us to be together?

- Because I'm telling you the truth.

Hannah, pet, come here.

- Don't touch me!

Get away from me!

(door slamming) - I'll never forget how she looked at me.

Can you imagine what it felt like having to tell her that?

- Peter never suspected?

- He'd come home to his adoring wife.

How could I tell him there was nothing to come back to?

First night back from the war, he told me I was the only thing that kept him going.

Arthur said we had to stop seeing each other.

He couldn't do that to Peter.

I wasn't far gone, far as Peter was concerned.

Joe just came a bit early, that's all.

- Are you sure that Peter never knew?

- We've had, we've had 26 good years, Mr.

Gently.

- So, late last night, you went after Hannah.

- I couldn't just leave her, not in that state.

(dramatic orchestral music) (dramatic orchestral music continues) Hannah?

(hannah crying) Hannah?

Hannah?

Hannah?

Hannah, it's Margaret.

Can I come in?

(Hannah crying) Oh, no, pet.

Oh, no.

I never meant it to come to this.

- I can see that.

I can see why Arthur was desperate to take Hannah away.

(door clicking) - Joe knows.

I had to tell him.

- What did he say?

- I'm scared, Margaret, for what he'll do.

- What did he say?

- He was crying, upset.

Said that he should never have been, never existed, that all this is because of him.

Said he was meant to be dead, that he should have died in the pit and not me dad, that me dad should never have saved him.

- Where's Joe now?

- He's gone to the pit.

(dramatic orchestral music) - Should we get Peter?

- [George] Yep.

(dramatic orchestral music continues) (engine revving) (dramatic orchestral music continues) (engine rumbling) (dramatic orchestral music continues) (dramatic orchestral music continues) (dramatic orchestral music continues) (dramatic orchestral music continues) (elevator clicks) - Why are we doing this, Gov, hmm?

If he wants to kill himself, then we should bloody let him.

- That's not how it works, is it, eh?

- [John] Then it'd be some form of justice, wouldn't it?

Poetic even.

- Maybe you're right.

If Joe was the killer.

(dramatic orchestral music continues) - We need to get a move on.

- Peter.

Is Joe a killer?

- No.

- He's gonna say that, isn't he, sir?

It's his son.

- No, he isn't, is he?

- There's nothing I'd wish more to be true, but, no, he isn't.

- Did you kill Arthur?

- Aye.

- Oh, Peter.

(dramatic orchestral music continues) Joe!

Joe?

(metal clanging) Joe?

- [Joe] Don't come down here!

- You stay there.

- Joe!

Joe!

- Look, leave me alone!

- Joe, none of this is your fault.

(George sighs) - Gov, no.

Gov, Gov.

- What?

- No, no, I'm not, I'm not letting you do this.

This is stupid.

What are you risking your life for, eh?

You've got nothing to prove.

- John, I've got to do this.

- Gov, no, I'm not letting you do it.

(George grunting) (dramatic orchestral music) (Joe grunting) - Joe!

Just stop it!

(Joe coughing) Come here, Joe.

Stop.

(Joe grunting) (dramatic orchestral music continues) There are people up there that need you, Joe.

- I loved her.

I loved her.

How could I look at her now?

- What about Hannah?

How's she gonna feel?

Don't be so bloody selfish!

Do you want her to have your death on her conscience, as well?

Do you?

Hasn't everybody suffered enough, eh?

Come on, son.

(dramatic orchestral music continues) - Aah!

(rocks rumbling) (dramatic orchestral music continues) (dramatic orchestral music continues) - Peter?

What's going on?

- You tell her.

(dramatic orchestral music continues) - I believe that, and you can believe me on that.

So let's just keep doing what we do best, bringing up the dirty black stuff.

Like Burnsend men have always done, eh?

And there's none better at doing it, eh?

- Aye!

(audience applauding) (all chattering) - It's a brave thing you're doing, the right thing.

You're a good man, Arthur.

- Am I?

I slept with another man's wife while he fought for his country, lied to our kids, my workmates.

Sometimes I think I'm not a man at all.

- What's the alternative?

Tell Joe and Hannah the truth?

- [Arthur] We made a lie the last 26 years.

- [Margaret] We put everyone else first back then.

That's where we went wrong.

- Now it's too late.

Them kids is all that matters now, Margaret.

Joe and Hannah can never find out the truth.

Peter neither.

(dramatic orchestral music) What a bloody pair, eh?

- Suddenly, it all just made sense.

Horrible sense.

And I felt like a fool, a stupid, powerless fool.

- No.

I made my choice.

- And then regretted it ever after.

- No, that's not true.

- You think I couldn't feel it, eh?

Something always not quite right.

26 years as second-best.

I just wanted to tell him to his face that I knew.

And then something got ahold of us, and he, he was telling all these things to try and stop us, saying he was me friend and that.

I just couldn't, I just couldn't, oh, Margaret!

(both crying) - Give them a minute.

- [Margaret] I'm so sorry.

- [Peter] It's not your fault.

- How did you know?

- It was Rachel's map.

- Huh?

- He lied about working with Joe on that shift.

In giving Joe an alibi, he incriminated himself.

- Rachel's map.

You're joking.

- No.

- Oh.

Can we not tell her, please?

She'll be unbearable.

We'll never hear the end of it.

(both crying) How's your leg?

- It hurts.

- I have to put it in the report to Langham, you know.

- You can put what you like in your report to Langham.

I'm going nowhere.

This is what we do.

- [John] Shall we get on?

- Yeah.

(dramatic orchestral music) - Come on.

- Oh, no!

No!

No!

No!

(dramatic orchestral music continues) - God, what happened to youse two?

- It's a long story.

It's a heroic story, isn't it, sir?

Closed the case.

Peter Turner is down in the cell, so, job done.

- How did you know it was him?

- Because, we're detectives and that's what we do, isn't it?

It was your map.

- What?

- We caught Peter Turner in a lie because of your map, so, well done.

Good police work.

- Thank you.

- All right.

Don't need to be so happy about it.

We'd have got there eventually.

- I only said thank you.

- [John] It's the way you said it, though, isn't it?

- How did I say it like?

- Well, you're like all, "Oh, thank you."

Look, it's been a long day.

I just want a cup of tea.

- Shall I make you one?

- Thank you.

- You look all heroic, you know.

All moggy and rugged.

Milk?

- A little bit.

(door clicking) - What has happened to you, man?

- I've been down a mine.

And I just came to tell you personally that I'm not taking that traffic job.

So if you want to get rid of me, you'll have to push, 'cause I'm not jumping.

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