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So, later on last night, about half ten,

Aisha comes in to my room to tell me that Gemma has once again

been Snapchatting pictures of her bottom to some lad in her class.

Oh, nice.

Two hours later, two hours,

I finally managed to find her phone and confiscate it.

Yeah, and it probably isn't even a lad in her class.

It's probably some retired colonel from East Grinstead

just, like, posing as him.

Guv, you know sometimes the things you say just...

Just make me feel worse.

- Hashtag, just saying. - Ah.

OK.

Yeah. No, it looks worse than it actually is.

Exactly, yeah. I'll get one of those rubber bath mats.

All right then, love. OK. I'll be back in about 20 minutes.

All right, bye.

Right, here we go.

Thanks, matey.

Come on, mother. Tuck in.

I don't want to be here, Les.

Change the record, love.

I want to be somewhere safe.

- I know, uh... - No, she... She's safe here.

Please.

Dad, I...

Dad!

One more word. One more fucking word from either of you!

Will you calm down!

You did slip, didn't you, Mum?

Of course.

Thomas Pinion is a life-long alcoholic

who'd say one thing to you, another to me and another to a newspaper.

Who will also, of course,

be paying him.

As, indeed, he said, um, you were

to stay silent about your activities with the Fenwick family?

Except he's lying.

His bank records confirm

six sums of £2,000 paid into his account

over a period of five years from 2004.

And what proof do you have this is anything to do with my client?

Uh, no proof yet

'cause they were cash.

But obviously if we, um, went through your business records

and found any petty cash transactions

that match these sums we'd be concerned.

Look, I fully admit

for a few months 40 years ago I associated with some people

I sincerely wish I hadn't.

But...

If I was the sort of person who could've done what you allege

could I really be

what I am now?

Well, a lot of people might say it was an essential qualification.

People make mistakes.

That doesn't make me a murderer.

Hmm.

What are we waiting about for, lads?

Come on, five laps. Easy jog.

Where's Curtis?

No idea. Why? Come on, lads. Let's be having you.

Maybe he ain't here 'cause of her?

Why's that then, mate?

- Just heard some things, innit. - Yeah? What things?

- 'Bout dem bitch! - Don't ever...

...talk about my wife like that.

You get me, blud!

- OK, man. - Ever!

OK, I get it. I get it!

Whatever Curtis told you,

any of you...

Whatever he thinks he heard, I'm telling you he got it wrong!

You got that?

Rob, it's half five and you have mass.

I need you to sit down.

I need to tell you something.

I don't need to sit down. What is it?

What do you need to tell me?

The young man the police were asking me about,

and I promise I really don't know anything about how he died...

But, the real reason they were talking to me

was because I had a connection to him that wasn't just work.

It was a woman.

A young woman called Joanna.

- Who used to... - I remember Joanna.

She was a girl, not a woman.

A young girl.

A young person.

Who I am ashamed to tell you now

that I had a very, very brief relationship with.

So sorry, Grace.

It was 39 years ago,

but I can't imagine that makes it any easier to hear now.

As I say, it was fleeting.

It was a few weeks at most.

But it was a shameful thing to do

and all I can do now is...

Is beg your forgiveness.

What year was this?

1976.

We only got married the year before.

It was a terrible mistake.

And I am so, so sorry.

So, in June 1973,

Slater was arrested following a fight outside a pub in Kentish Town.

- What'd he get? - Bound over.

Victim didn't turn up.

The victim?

What was this, it was an assault or...

Yeah, well, it's... It's confusing.

The arresting officer has it down as a fight,

but it's listed as an assault in the courts.

Have you got the name of the plaintiff?

Yeah, name of Paul Brian West.

I spoke to his sister. West himself died five years ago.

But she said she didn't know anything.

Oh. OK. Jake?

Slightly like pulling teeth, guv.

I've got 50 possible names here,

hostel residents at Arlingham House

that might have known Elizabeth Laws or Erskine,

and for every single name I've got 30, 40 people with the same name

and they're all Duncan Morrison or Wendy Haines or...

Yeah, OK, OK.

I suspect it's... It's time we got a picture of Jimmy into the papers.

Sunny, will you talk to the DPA?

Yeah, no problem.

Murray, any joy with Jo Jo?

Nothing on the census.

What about, um, Greaves' phone records?

All the numbers he rang from his mobile and his landline are kosher.

OK, um, will you find out where the, um, nearest pay phone is to his house.

And, um, see if BT will provide us with every number rung from there from...

When did you call his diocese for contact details?

Uh, Monday, pm, just after lunch.

Yeah, from Monday midday till midnight same day.

It's worth a try.

Robert Greaves had a relationship with Jimmy Sullivan's girlfriend.

If Jimmy found out, got mad,

went round to confront him...

Who knows where that ended.

Well, except maybe Jo Jo does.

Suze, have a look at this, will you?

It's his scaphoid, which was split, post-mortem I assumed,

except when I put the two bits together...

That's a hole, isn't it?

Like something's been driven through it.

Something like a nail.

I've seen it a couple of times before with gangland punishment murders.

A nail hammered through the hand

very often a pre-cursor to other forms of torture.

All right, thanks.

You're welcome.

If Pinion's lies were all the police have

I wouldn't be too worried.

A couple of days ago Gordon Fenwick

called me from Cyprus

threatening to go to the police himself with,

with some other stuff.

What other stuff?

More lies. Details not really important.

What is important is what the police might believe.

And he wants money?

Of course.

So what are you going to do?

Your Turkish friends.

I might need you to call them for me.

I'm not talking anything stupid, just a quiet word.

For a man like Fenwick, I suspect that'll be enough.

Dad, are you sure? That is quite a move.

Gordon Fenwick could get me put in jail for murder.

A murder I had absolutely nothing to do with.

We need him to back off.

And fast.

Yeah, what I want to know is if it's possible for you to tell me

what numbers were called from this payphone

from midday on the 23rd to approximately midnight?

Brilliant.

Yeah, great. Yeah.

You know, I think it was probably the only fight...

I ever got into.

I'd had a skinful

as I remember and I think he had as well.

Right.

Do you remember what it was about?

Football.

I'm afraid. I'm a "blade" for me sins.

He was a Gooner. I think we'd just...

Beaten them and one of us must've said something.

It all kicked off. Stupid, stupid.

Really, I mean, put it down to the impetuosity of youth.

Hopefully, I've grown up a bit since then.

In the court documents it has it down as

you assaulting him which, uh,

implies that you started it.

Then I expect I did.

I mean, you know, I was drunk, as I say.

I can't really remember an awful lot about it. Sorry.