All language subtitles for George Gently S01E01 - The Burning Man x264 RB58

Sir?

It's Sunday.

The day of rest.

Not anymore.

Single bullet to the head.

Bacchus: There's
nothing left of him.

Or her.

Well...

let's hope whoever it
was went to the dentist.

Why did those lads
leave it till this morning?

Oh, they'd been drinking.

I think they were
pretty shook up.

Sir.

Well, you're in
charge till I get back.

Why? Where are you going?

Fishing.

Well, in charge of what?

There's nothing to do until
we get the lab report back,

and that won't be till tomorrow.

Exactly.

I thought I'd go round
these lads' houses

and scare the living
daylights out of them.

You know, for driving
under the influence and that.

Harassment?

No. Friendly advice, that's all.

Why? Did they break a law?

No, but...

Stay at your desk.
Wait for a phone call.

From who?

A wife, a girlfriend, a mother,

a father, husband.

Any-bloody-body.

Don't see the point
in drowning worms.

E-M-P-T-O-N.

Man: Yes, sir.

Have you got a map?

Where am I exactly?

And where is RAF Huxford?

I see.

Have my luggage sent up.

Pronto.

Catch anything?

Did you ever hear
of Zen, Sergeant?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's a fish of prey.

Brook Bond PG
Tips Fish Of Europe.

I collected the whole set.

That's Zander.

Zen is a form of meditation.

Oh, I see.

So you stood in
cold water all day

thinking about catching a fish.

Phone ring?

Nope.

What, nobody called in
to report a missing person?

No.

Preliminary lab report...

Definitely male.

And the bullet came
from a .38 Webley.

And the victim's body was
burned after he was shot.

Uh-huh.

Leaving nothing behind but
the contents of his stomach.

Dental records?

That's going to take a while.

And what were the
contents of his stomach?

A meal of egg, chips,
prepared starch, and coffee.

And why the silly
grin, Sergeant?

Egg and chips.

What does that tell you?

What does it tell you?

Well, the body was
found near the A1.

Right?

So while I was
waiting here pointlessly

for my phone to
ring, I used yours.

Checked on every transport café

in a 50-mile radius.

Am I supposed to be impressed?

There was something
else in his stomach.

He swallowed a ring?

Uh-huh.

And if you look closely,

you'll see it has
the name "Wanda"

inscribed on the inside.

Halfway up the A1's a
place called The Rook.

The Proprietress is
Wanda Christine Lane.

Do you know, sometimes,

you show actual promise.

15 minutes was
all I needed, guv.

Bang. Solved.

You should drown
worms more often.

And then you go and spoil it.

Right then. Shall we go?

I quite fancy egg and chips.

Who put this on my desk?

Desk sergeant.

Wanda will have to wait.

You stay back.

Good morning.

Commander Empton, I presume.

Good morning.

Do you know who I am?

I would guess

Gently of the Yard, as was.

Now it's Gently of...

where are we exactly?

It's an act of courtesy,

an act of common courtesy,

to come and introduce
yourself to the head of CID.

And yet all I get is a
note put across my desk

with no explanation.

I'm terribly sorry, old boy.

Explanation of what exactly?

You're on my patch,

and I would like you to tell
me what you're doing here.

Having a holiday.

I hear the fishing is
very good up here.

Did you get a good look?

Who is he?

His name's Empton.
He's Special Branch.

Special Branch?

What are they doing here?

Stay on him.

I want to know where he
goes and who he meets.

You want me to follow
another police officer?

Mm-hmm. Is that kosher?

In this case, yes.

Why?

Because I know
Empton by reputation,

and he's a complete bastard.

Hey, hey. What about Wanda Lane?

She's my lead. I found her.

I'll give her your regards.

Oh, man.

Woman: See you later.

Yeah, bye.

Can I get you something? Tea.

Anything to eat?

Biscuits? Cake?

Do egg and chips?

The kitchen's closed, but...

for a nice-looking
fella like you...

No, don't go to any trouble.

Oh, it's no
trouble. Bye, fellas.

Tea will be fine. See you later.

You're the boss.

Yes, that's right,
sir. Thank you.

So...

what brings you here?

You don't look
like a lorry driver

or a traveling salesman.

What do I look like?

A professor.

Or a distinguished novelist.

In fact, I'm a policeman.

I'm investigating
a suspicious death.

How fascinating.

A murder, in fact.

Who?

I don't know, Mrs. Lane.

But he had a ring
with your name on it.

Ruairi?

I'm sorry?

Ruairi?

Ruairi O'Connell.

Don't be sorry.
Why should I care?

If he meant so little to you,

why the ring?

I didn't know he still wore it.

It was over a long time ago.

There was a time
when I thought...

But then I realized
it was just sex.

Ruairi wanted me
for sex, Mister...

Gently.

Gently.

A wonderful name for a lover.

A lot of men want
me for sex, Mr. Gently.

Do you find that surprising?

When did you last see him?

Last week.

I hate you, Ruairi.

One more time.

Make me feel good.

I like sex,
Mr. Gently. Don't you?

I'd like you to come
down to the station

and make a statement
on the record.

I need a few minutes.

You know any good pubs?

Uh...

So...

How is G.G. these days?

Still the pillar of rectitude?

Well, yeah, he is.

Hey, where did you
learn to play like that?

The East End.

I went undercover for six months

infiltrating a
protection racket.

Really? Yeah.

Wow.

Even with that accent?

Oh, don't be fooled.

I was born in a gutter.

You see this man

because this is the
man I want people to see.

Mrs. Lane?

Like what you see?

Get dressed, will you?

You don't like what you see?

Mrs. Lane.

You're lonely, aren't you?

I know men.

I can read them like a book.

You're lonely.

Like I am.

You're married. Is
that the problem?

She died.

Mr. Gently. What?

How did Ruairi die?

He was shot.

And then somebody

poured petrol over his
body and set light to it.

I'm sorry.

What about you?

What's a smart guy like
you doing stuck here?

Well...

waiting for a
better offer, really.

We should talk.

Maybe I can help.

Me?

In Special Branch?

Even with my great
undercover skills?

I'm afraid you owe
me another large one.

Two more.

Man: No problem.

Any unexplained bodies
turned up recently, John?

I can't...

Quite right.

You keep shtum.

You did what?!

It was just a game of darts.

It seemed like the best plan.

What did you talk to him about?

Nothing. His work. You.

Me?

Not really.

What did he ask you?

What did he ask you about?

Um...

He asked about... dead bodies.

And you told him to
mind his own business?

I don't see it matters.

He's a policeman.

Oh, this is funny.
This is funny.

What's funny?

It's funny that you
don't look stupid!

Why exactly are
you in such a Paddy?

Has something happened?

Wanda Lane is in
the interview room.

It appears that the dead man

answered to the name
of Ruairi O'Connell.

I want you to take a
statement from her.

Have another officer present.

Preferably female.

What about you?

I want you to do it.

Find out all you can
about her and about him.

He was Irish.
Find out how Irish.

Find out if he's political.

You mean IRA?

Must be a reason
that Empton's here.

It's not a coincidence.

Do you think she
killed him? I don't know.

But where are you gonna be?

Sir, you said to tell
you straightaway

of any missing person reports.

Bloke called O'Shaughnessy
hasn't shown up at work

or home for 36 hours now.

O'Shaughnessy?

Yes, sir. His daughter's at the
front desk. Where does he work?

RAF Huxford, sir. Ah.

Bring her in.

Mrs. Lane. I'm Detective
Sergeant Bacchus.

I'm going to be taking
a statement from you

about Ruairi O'Connell.

Where's Mr. Gently?

He's busy.

So what's your name?

I've just told you my name.

No, your first name.
You can call me Wanda.

Mrs. Lane, I'm questioning
you about a murder.

I'm not asking
you out on a date.

You have very bad manners,

like a lot of young
chaps these days.

Right!

Talk to me about
Ruairi O'Connell.

Time's come for me to disappear.

I'm going to America.

He was a customer.

Do you give all your customers
eternity rings, Mrs. Lane?

Only the nice ones.

What's in the box?

Something I need to
leave here for a few days.

Why leave it here?

Because I know I can trust you.

Put it somewhere safe.

A man's been shot and burned,
but you don't seem bothered.

Mr. Bacchus...

you don't know
what I think or feel.

What did he do for a living?

He drove a van...

delivering things long distance.

Who did he work for?

A man called Alan Madsen.

Arrow Auto Deliveries.

And where can I find him?

In the phone book?

So the last time you saw your
father was when he left for work

at RAF Huxford on Saturday,
day before yesterday.

Has he gone missing before?

No.

And he reached RAF Huxford?

Yeah.

And he went for a drink
in the mess afterwards.

But he didn't come home.

I think something's
happened to him.

Don't worry too much just yet.

Most missing persons turn up.

Does he have a friend
called Ruairi O'Connell?

No.

Do you know a man by that name?

No.

Well...

I work in the Irish Club.

I think there might
be a bloke called that

sometimes comes in.

Miss O'Shaughnessy,

I can't help you find
your father if you lie to me.

Why are you asking
about Ruairi O'Connell?

Because Ruairi O'Connell
has been murdered.

Murdered?

And your father's disappeared.

It could, of course, be
a complete coincidence.

Is it?

And I can easily
imagine Wanda Lane

putting a bullet in
any man's head.

Talk about a vampire.

So she told you absolutely
nothing about Ruairi O'Connell.

No.

Said he never said a
word about what he did,

where he went,
what his politics were.

Believe her? No.

Think she killed him?

No. No, I don't.

I'll tell you why, right?

This murder was planned.

First a bullet,

then the destruction
of the body. Why?

I don't know. Do you?

Well, no, no.

Now, if that's what
you're gonna do,

you don't leave the
one piece of evidence

that's gonna link
you to the crime,

a ring with your name on it.

Whatever else she
is, she's not stupid.

So?

So... did it ever occur to you

that somebody might
be trying to frame her?

Yes, it did occur to me.

Right.

What are we looking at?

We are looking

at RAF Huxford.

Why?

What did O'Shaughnessy's
daughter tell you?

Lies and evasions.

Do you think
there's a connection?

Oh, I know there is.

Well, shall we go
down there then?

No. I want to go to
Arrow Auto Deliveries first.

Hang on.

Who is it?

Nobody.

Hey. What you playing at?

Alan Madsen?

Aye.

What's this, like?

We've come to ask
you a few questions

about Ruairi O'Connell.

Oh. He's not here at the minute.

Gently: We know that.

Do you know where he is?

Glasgow. Why?

Doing what?

He's delivering spares
to some workshop.

When's he due back?

When he feels like it.

Why yous asking?

He comes and goes, does he?

It's a delivery business, man.

Is he a friend,

as well as an employee?

We go for a drink
sometimes, chase women.

Ruairi O'Connell's
been murdered.

There's a sizeable Irish
community in the area.

Did Ruairi spend
much time among them?

He drank in the
Irish Club sometimes.

So did I. I'm not a Paddy.

I just like the music.

No special friends there?

No.

No. Ruairi was a loner.

Where did he live?

Well, you're going to
find this hard to believe,

but I don't know
where Ruairi lives.

Lived.

Yeah, you're right. I do
find that hard to believe.

After a night at the Irish
Club, where did he go?

He'd drop me off and disappear.

You never asked him?

Didn't ask Ruairi questions.

Ah, this is bullshit.

Where did the tax
man think he lived?

Here, maybe, with me.

Here?

I don't think the tax man
knew much about Ruairi.

Well, tax evasion's a
criminal offense, pal,

and you're his employer,

and you're gonna
be for the high jump

if you haven't kept proper
records of his wages, right?!

Did he know a man
called O'Shaughnessy?

Oh, him? Walter Mitty.

Walter Mitty?

Some pathetic flake of codshite

that drinks in the Irish Club.

Tells people he's the IRA's
number one quartermaster.

And?

That guy's never
been to Ireland.

Knows the words to
all the songs though.

Know the sort I mean, don't you?

And they were mates, were they?

No. You're joking, aren't you?

Ruairi couldn't stand him.

Mr. Madsen, did
Ruairi have a gun?

No.

How do you know?

Well, I never saw
him with a gun.

He never talked about having...

Why would he have a gun?

This bottle of J40 Oil,
what do you use it for?

I don't. It belonged to Ruairi.

Well, what did
Ruairi use it for?

Greasing tools? I don't know.

May I?

Thank you.

One more question, Mr. Madsen.

How long have you
employed Ruairi O'Connell for?

Uh...

two years?

Yeah, two years.

Right, well, thank you.
Stay in the area please.

We will want to
talk to you again.

Oh, no.

No, n-no. I've got runs to make.

Hey.

He's just told you.

Thank you.

I didn't believe a single word
that man was talking about...

When they gave
you that warrant card,

it gave you quite
a lot of authority.

The right to enter
people's places of work,

their homes, the
right to question them.

It did not give you
the right to be impolite.

And it most certainly
did not give you

the right to be a bully.

You were very "polite" to
Wanda Lane, weren't you?

Yes, I was.

Yeah.

Very attractive woman all right.

"Very attractive woman."
What does that mean?

Why didn't you want to
question her yourself?

How come I'm suddenly
deemed competent enough

to take a statement for you?

I mean, I half expected

to see pigs flying
past the window.

She tried to seduce me.

And?

What do you mean "and"?

Well, I'd have said yes.

Oh.

That was a joke.

She's a bit too old for me.

She's a bit too young for you.

Hey, sir. Chocks away.

Bandits, 9:00, sir.

Pranged me bally
kite in the soup, sir.

It doesn't give you the right
to take the mickey either.

Sorry, sir.

O'Shaughnessy, O'Shaughnessy.

Have we got an
O'Shaughnessy, Rupert?

Yes, Squadron
Leader. Works in Stores.

Never a flier, then?
Rupert: No, sir. Clerk.

Ah. Johnny Stamplicker, eh?

What's your business with him?

He's been reported missing, sir.

Oh. Let's go and have
a look then, shall we?

Rupert: Shall I take them, sir?

No, no. No, the
exercise will do me good.

Don't worry about this.

Lost an argument
with a Messerschmitt.

Me own fault.

Couldn't find reverse.

Bacchus: I couldn't
help noticing, sir.

No airplanes.

Campling: Airplanes?
Good God, no.

Last Spitfire flew
away six years ago.

We're being slowly mothballed.

Death by a thousand cuts.

Don't ask me who'll
protect England

if the Russians ever arrive.

No, we handle the RAF's
supplies for the North of England.

We're all stamp lickers now.

Soon they won't
even need us for that.

You see service,
Chief Inspector?

Yes, sir, I did.

Thought so.

Podmore's the chap
we're looking for.

Salt of the earth.

Podmore?

Where the devil is he?

Podmore: Sir!

At ease, Podmore.

This is Detective
Chief Inspector Gently

and his Sergeant, Mr. Bacchus.

Tell them whatever
they want to know.

Sir.

I'm looking for
Mr. O'Shaughnessy.

Can you tell me where he is?

No, sir.

When did you last see him?

Two nights ago.
In the mess, sir.

About 9:00.

This was after your
duties were finished then?

Yes, sir.

And he'd reported for
work that day as normal?

Sir.

How did he seem?

Usual self, sir.

Go on.

He got a phone
call in the mess, sir.

Seemed to flummox
him a little bit,

and off he went.

Any idea who called?

No, sir.

Bacchus: Was he involved
in any criminal activities?

Just answer, Podmore.

I don't understand
the question, sir.

Well, you see,
he's gone missing.

I'm looking for a reason.

No idea, sir.

Do you know what J40
oil is, Flight Sergeant?

Lubricant, sir,

heavy machinery.

It is blue, isn't it?

Yes, sir. Yeah.

Not yellow.

So, have you any
idea what this is?

Well, that's a
different oil, sir.

Um, that's what we, uh,
use... we use for, uh...

For cleaning guns.

Do you stock it?

We got a big drum of it.

Did you pour some
of it into this bottle?

Or did perhaps

Mr. O'Shaughnessy do so?

He could have done, sir.

If you lie to me at all

from this point forward,

it will go very badly for you.

He did, sir, yeah.

I saw him doing it.

Did O'Shaughnessy
possess a handgun?

Say a Webley .38?

I honestly don't know,
sir, but I can't think

of any other reason why
he'd want to fill that bottle.

Did he ever mention a
man called Ruairi O'Connell?

Talked about him nonstop, sir.

Said he was like a brother.

Used to bore me
to death with it all.

With all of what?

All that bollocks about Ireland.

Pardon my French,
Squadron Leader. Carry on.

About how they were
going to drive the British

into the sea.

It was just talk, sir.

And weapons pass through
this place all the time?

All the time, sir.

Such as?

At the moment, sir,
Sten guns. Twelve crates.

144 weapons.

Show me.

They're in a secure room, sir.

O'Shaughnessy has the key.

Bacchus: That's
really secure, that.

I swear to God, sir.

I-I didn't know. I had no idea.

You're a disgrace
to your uniform, man.

Have you finished with him?

For the present.

Wait for me in my office.

My sincere apologies.

I will of course do what
my duty requires me to.

Duty?

It's a bit late
for duty, isn't it?

Who are these idiots?

He means he'll resign his post.

Well, what's the
point in that now?

Because when you're
the man in charge,

you can never
say "I didn't know."

It's your job to know.

He's a serviceman,
not some oily politician.

Well, those Sten guns
could be in Donegal by now.

So could O'Shaughnessy.

So what do we do now then?

We're going to do what I
should have done this morning.

Well, George.

I knew you'd be back.

Did Ruairi O'Connell
live here, Mrs. Lane?

Why don't we
forget about Ruairi?

We should always

keep our eyes on the
future, don't you think?

Oh, the young Turk, too.

My cup runneth over.

Both of them?

Also look for smelly
socks, shaving foam,

toilet seats that are
up, that kind of stuff.

You go up there.
Right, you in there.

You two in here.

Contraceptive sheathes,
used or otherwise.

What's in the box?

Something I need to
leave here for a few days.

Well, at least I'll be seeing
you one more time, eh?

No. Someone else
will be picking it up.

Put it somewhere safe.

Why don't you try
them on, Sergeant?

You'd look good in black.

Will I be seeing you again?

Oh, you can count on it.

Did Ruairi ever mention

a man called O'Shaughnessy?

No.

But then Ruairi

was a man of very
few words, George.

"Stay."

"Sit."

"Beg."

"Kneel."

"Here." "Now."

"Goodbye."

Do you know who
killed Ruairi O'Connell?

No.

Can you think of any reason

why anybody would
want me to think

that you did it?

None whatever.

Right.

Come on, lads.

Taylor: Mr. Gently?

You have a visitor.

What do you think you're doing?

Questioning my prisoner.

Your prisoner?

If you don't like it, you
can take your bellyaching

to the Chief Constable.

The Branch have got an
interest in this case now.

You're free to stay and watch.

John.

Mr. Madsen is
going to explain to me

why he's been lying about
O'Connell, aren't you?

I'm not lying.

Mr. Madsen has just told me

that he saw Ruairi
O'Connell at the workshop

at 1:00 A.M. on the 20th.

Does that sound
likely to you, John?

He was already dead.

So...

why are you lying?

He came into the
workshop, started up his van,

and he drove away.

Why are you lying?

Don't act stupid.

Talk.

Hang on, hang on.

You were where?

In bed.

In your room above
the workshop, yeah?

So you got up,

you went downstairs,
and you saw him?

No. I heard him.

You never said
"heard," you idiot.

You said "saw."

You don't get up when somebody
comes into the workshop,

takes a van in the
middle of the night?

We always do it.

He had to have the stuff in
Glasgow for half past 7:00, man.

What was in that
van, Mr. Madsen?

That's enough!

Enough.

You know perfectly
well what was in that van.

The question is
who drove it away?

And I can tell you that.

It was a man called
O'Shaughnessy.

Oh.

"A man called O'Shaughnessy."

You know, I really do
admire you local boys.

There's no flies on you.

Although you can sometimes
see where they've been.

Did Ruairi O'Connell get a visit

from a stranger in
the last few weeks?

Madsen: There was some bloke

who came in to the workshop.

He was looking for Ruairi.

What did he look like?

Tall.

Gray hair.

Did he find him?

I don't know.

I told him to come back at
night and try the Irish Club.

Let him go.

Fancy a drink later, John?

Um...

I'm not sure, really.

Well, you know where I'll be.

You can go.

I'm sorry.

You didn't mind that?

Somebody's running
Sten guns to the IRA

to shoot British soldiers.

I don't mind if
somebody gets slapped

as long as we
find out who it is.

Empton knew about
O'Shaughnessy long before we did.

I want to know how and why.

Let him make a
fool of you if you like.

He's not going to
make a fool out of me.

I think you've got
him wrong, actually.

Really?

We'll see.

I don't get any of this.

What do the
Paddies want to shoot

the Brits for in
the first place?

Catholics believe quite strongly

in a united Ireland, Sergeant.

But we gave them
most of it back.

Does it really
matter if we kept a bit

for the Proddies to live in?

It does to the IRA, yes.

Yeah, but most of them
are in prison, aren't they?

Are they?

Why don't you ask your
friend, Commander Empton?

And while you're at it,

ask him if he ever
met Ruairi O'Connell?

♪ And when he came to Ballymo ♪

♪ he stole the Parson's car ♪

♪ And he gave it to the Bishop ♪

♪ in the town of Mullingar ♪

♪ Seven hundred Peelers
couldn't catch him ♪

♪ The Chief sent out
the order for the lashing ♪

♪ And when he
came to Dublin town ♪

♪ he stole an armored car ♪

♪ And he gave it to the
IRA brigade in Mullingar ♪

Thanks for coming, China.

How's life?

Ah, fair to
muddling, Mr. Gently.

Fair to muddling.

That fella I shook hands with
is O'Shaughnessy's cousin.

Known him all his life.

Both born and bred
in South Shields.

They sing the old songs.

They even go around
collecting money

for the boys over the water.

But guns?

I doubt it.

This is fantasy
Ireland, Mr. Gently.

Nuts and bolts.

How many houses?

Hi.

Will you excuse us?

John. How are you?

Glad you could come.

If I overstepped
the mark today...

Ah.

Gently's the kind of bloke
that gets under my skin.

He's a damn fine cop,

I know that, but times change,

and people must
change with them.

Here's to the war.

Which war's that?

The war we'll have
to win against the IRA.

Ah, right.

The war the politicians
don't seem to have noticed.

Did you ask about
Ruairi O'Connell?

He came in now and
then, had a few pints.

Nobody seems to know
much about him, Mr. Gently.

That's what I'm learning.

He seems to have
lived an invisible life.

I don't know where he lived.

I haven't even got
a photograph of him.

You got a wife?

Yeah, yeah.

That was a pretty
good show today.

I thought Madsen was lying.

It took you to show
me he was just stupid.

See, I just think...

What?

I just think we should
be working together.

I mean, we're all
coppers, aren't we?

The thing about working
for the Branch, John...

When you first appear,

the locals feel threatened.

Why?

Because 9 times out of
10, they're little people.

Which is why it's been
refreshing to meet you.

I agree.

We should all be
pulling together.

Okay.

I take it you've heard
nothing from your father?

No. Nothing.

And you've still no reason
for his disappearance?

No.

Did Ruairi O'Connell
come in here much?

I told you. Sometimes.

He liked the coach
trips to the rugby.

Is Ruairi in that photograph?

Yeah. They're all on it.

There's me father on the end.

Which one's Ruairi?

Ruairi's the one

standing next to him.

So, that's Ruairi.

The one with his face hidden.

Who took the photograph?

Billy, the Steward.

So tell me, did you ever
meet Ruairi O'Connell?

No.

Next question.

Well, in that case, how did you
know about O'Shaughnessy?

How did you know about the guns?

I can see I'm
going to have to be

completely frank with you, John.

Aye, let's see.

England versus
Ireland at Twickenham.

Murdered them.

Them?

The Brits.

I see.

Billy: Funny, isn't it, this?

Photo after photo, but...

Ruairi's never...

Ah!

Got you, you bugger.

St. Patrick's Day last year.

Ruairi O'Connell.

That's him on the right

with his arm round Carmel.

Do you mind if I ask,

is there some reason
why Ruairi O'Connell

has his arm around
Carmel O'Shaughnessy?

Bugger for the lasses, Ruairi.

Well, owt else,
just give us a shout.

Well?

That's Ruairi all right.

But not Ruairi O'Connell.

That's Ruairi MacLeish.

Ruairi MacLeish...

Border Campaign.

The IRA's top marksmen.

They called him The Sniper.

He had a sister.
She was interned.

She died in jail.

Story was she committed suicide.

What happened to MacLeish

after the Border
Campaign finished?

He vanished off
the face of the earth.

How long ago was this, China?

Oh, two or three years ago.

So, two years ago,

Ruairi MacLeish
vanished in Ireland

and Ruairi O'Connell
turns up in England.

Good morning.

Right. Talk me through it.

I just had a few
too much to drink.

Not you, the case.

Tell me what we've
found out so far.

Oh, right. Uh...

Well, we know that
Ruairi O'Connell was shot,

and then his body was
burned beyond recognition.

There's no luck with
dental records yet.

So the ring's the only thing

that identifies him, and
that leads us to Wanda Lane,

who may or may not have had

personal motives
for wanting him dead.

Uh...

Shortly after the murder,

somebody drove Ruairi's
van away from the workshop.

Well, that's if Madsen's
telling the truth,

which I think he is.

Is Madsen a suspect?

Uh...

He has to be,

really.

Although, again,
there's no known motive.

Uh, Ruairi O'Connell
could have been involved

with gunrunning
with O'Shaughnessy,

and he hasn't been seen
since shortly before the murder,

making him our prime suspect.

And that's the question.

Where is O'Shaughnessy now?

I think he's in the mortuary.

Correct.

What do you mean "correct"?

That's what Empton thinks.

He told me last night.

You were going to
share this with me.

Well, yeah, if you'd
given me a chance, sir.

And Ruairi O'Connell?

Where does Empton think he is?

Um...

What else did Empton tell you?

He, um...

He asked me not to
share everything just yet.

What did Empton tell you

about Ruairi O'Connell?!

He thinks he's on
a boat to America.

A boat to America. Well.

Let me tell you
what I've learned

while you were sitting there

letting Empton blow
smoke in your face.

Ruairi O'Connell never existed.

The man who persuaded
O'Shaughnessy

to help him steal 144 Sten
guns is Ruairi MacLeish,

hard-line IRA soldier

on active service.

But I suppose your friend Empton

never mentioned
that, am I right?

Eh? MacLeish?

What else did he tell you?

Nothing. He... He...

I'm sorry, guv, I...

Sorry.

Why...

Why don't you think?

Why would Empton share
certain pieces of information

with you and not others?

I don't know.

Because his real intention

is to blow smoke in
my face, not yours!

Do you really think

that he could be
bothered to share

one jot of real information
with a junior Sergeant

on a provincial force?

Use your brains, will you?

Okay, so what now?

I need O'Shaughnessy's
dental records.

Get somebody onto that urgently.

I want absolute proof

that the body in that
field is O'Shaughnessy's.

Can you get on the phone

and chase O'Shaughnessy's
dental records?

Taylor: Aye, I'm onto it.

Now. Please.

Right, don't have a cow.

Why did he say that Ruairi
was on a boat to America?

Don't know.

So he's either
guessing or bluffing...

or lying.

Why didn't you go home? Why
are you sleeping on your desk?

Look, look, sir.

Listen, I do my
job, and I do it well.

Well, that's debatable
at the moment.

The rest is my business.

When you turn up to work
looking like that, it is my business.

Get yourself cleaned up.

We're going to pay a call
on Carmel O'Shaughnessy.

Why?

Because when I asked her
about her father's disappearance

last night, she couldn't
look me in the face.

And she told me

that she hardly knew the
man called Ruairi O'Connell

and it turns out

that they were
sweet on each other.

She's been lying
to me from the start.

Let's find out why.

Carmel.

Why don't you tell us the truth

about Ruairi and
your dad, Carmel?

I don't see why it matters.

It matters because we
have reason to believe

that the body in the
field was not, after all,

that of Ruairi O'Connell.

Look...

me dad's just a little man

who wants the world
to look up to him.

He s-started nicking
things from the base.

Selling them to people.

I don't even think it
was for the money.

It was just... you know,
he loved to be able

to say to people,
"I can get you this,

I can do that for you."

What sort of stuff?

Stupid stuff mainly.

I mean, who wants
parachute silk, honestly?

Who wants a box of
screwdrivers, drums of oil?

Did he sell this stuff
at the Irish Club?

Yeah, sometimes.

Is that how he met Ruairi?

Actually, he met
Ruairi through me.

Did Ruairi ask you

to introduce him to your father?

Yeah.

Oh...

Go on. What happened then?

That's when the
problems started.

Ruairi had bigger ideas.

I think that frightened me dad.

They started knocking
quite big things off.

Ruairi would take
them away on his trips,

sell them, then split
the money with me dad.

Then, of course,
he couldn't back out.

He'd lose face.

And he was in awe of Ruairi

'cause Ruairi was proper Irish,

a bit mysterious.

Did you find him
mysterious, Carmel?

Billy told me you saw the photo.

And?

I loved Ruairi.

I loved him with all me heart.

Ruairi seemed to you

everything your
father could never be.

Ruairi was the real thing,

wasn't he, Carmel?

Where is he, Carmel?

Where's Ruairi?

He's dead.

You told me so
yourself the other day.

Where is he, Carmel?

He's dead!

He's dead.

Did you notice anybody unusual,

any, you know,
strangers hanging around

the Irish Club past
couple of weeks?

There was a tall, slim bloke

with gray hair

in the club a couple
of weeks back.

I don't know who he was.

I only ever saw him that once.

The guy that Madsen
says was looking for Ruairi.

Mm-hmm.

Was he asking about Ruairi?

Bought himself a drink
and asked if Ruairi was in.

Next time I looked over,
they were both gone.

We will be carrying
out further forensic tests

on the body in the field.

But I think you should
prepare yourself

for some bad news, Carmel.

See the suitcase?

Yeah, I did, yeah.

What do you think?

Drive round the block.
I'll tell you in a minute.

She's making sure we're leaving.

I think shes gonna run away

with the man that she
thinks is Ruairi O'Connell.

Ruairi MacLeish.

I think he's faked his own death

and left us a body in a
field with Wanda Lane's ring

so that we identify that as him.

So why wasn't the
ring on the finger?

Because...

because he didn't want
it destroyed in the blaze.

Go on.

Meaning that

Ruairi killed Carmel's dad.

Has to be.

Maybe Ruairi thought

that he was going to
crack under the pressure

and go and talk to the police.

Because this is a man who's
one minute nicking spanners,

and the next, he's gunrunning.

Yeah.

Have armed men standing by.

I'll let you know where
when I know myself.

Man: Roger that, sir.

You don't buy me story, do you?

No.

Which bit?

If the body's not Ruairi,

who else could Carmel
possibly think it is except her dad?

Are you telling me
she's running away

with the man who
killed her father?

What kind of person
would do that?

A woman.

Women are different.

Besides, who else could
she be going to meet?

What's the matter?

I think we're being followed.

Or are they following Carmel?

Ah, he's gone.

Yeah.

Here we go.

Oi! Hey! You stay right there!

Drop the suitcase!

Hands above your head now!

Would you like to introduce
us to your friend, Carmel?

Sorry, Dad. They
must've followed me.

O'Shaughnessy?

He's innocent.

He didn't know what he
was getting involved in.

Ruairi was just using him.

Quiet, pet.

It'll all have to come
out one way or another.

Get down! Aah!

Dad?! Dad! Stay down.

Oh, sir, he's still breathing.

Stay low.

Can he survive, do you think?

Not a chance.

Have you seen this
sort of stuff before?

On many Italian beaches.

I mean, that stuff in
the back of his head.

Part of his brain.

High velocity round,
fired by an expert sniper.

Ruairi MacLeish.

Yes.

Which brings us to this.

If the burned
body wasn't Ruairi,

and he wasn't O'Shaughnessy,

who the hell was he?

Um...

I need to be open with
you about something.

Empton... despite what
you might think of him...

He thinks I should put in
a transfer for the Branch.

Does he? Yeah. Yeah, he does.

And he thinks I stand
a good chance and all.

Based on what?

Well, he says

I remind him of him
when he was my age.

Is there some reason
why you're telling me this?

I need to know if you're
going to stand in my way or not.

No, I'm not going to stand
in your way, Sergeant.

If that's what you want.

My dad died on
the operating table.

Oh, Carmel.

I'm sorry.

Sir.

Mr. Empton is
here, as requested.

Fabulous. Send him to my office.

He's already in there, sir.

Well, you made a right balls-up
of that, didn't you, Gently?

Our only witness dead.

Splendid work.

You better start talking to me.

Yes, you're right.

I can see the time
has come for me

to be completely frank with you.

If I tell you a story about
John Bull in his glory,

will you promise not to
speak in the middle of it?

The situation

in the Six Counties
can't sustain indefinitely.

The Protestants rule the roost,

and the Catholics
live like pigs,

Sans houses, sans decent jobs,

sans a meaningful
vote in many cases.

Until our political masters wake
up and do something about it,

we have a disaffected populace

that actively and tacitly
supports the gunmen.

Men like Ruairi MacLeish.

Oh, Congratulations,
you found him out.

No thanks to you.

Good old-fashioned legwork, eh?

So what's the story
about Ruairi MacLeish?

Bacchus: This is you and him.

Three years ago.

You told me you'd never met him.

In this job, John,

you tell people only what
you need them to know

and only when you
need them to know it.

What are you saying exactly?

Ruairi was useful to us
during the Border Campaign.

Very useful.

We made some important arrests.

He gave you names.

Yes.

Why?

In return for certain
considerations.

Money?

Not exactly.

You mean you blackmailed him.

This is a dirty little
business we're in over there,

Chief Inspector.

He had a sister.

In fact, she had no
Republican connections,

but her name
somehow got onto a list

during the last
round of internments

and she found herself in prison.

I was able to help her out.

No, you mean you framed her

and then promised to let her go

if Ruairi gave you the
names of his IRA comrades.

But she died, didn't she?

How come?

Well, she wasn't
a strong individual.

Before we had the
chance to release her,

she took her own life.

So then Ruairi
MacLeish disappears.

Why?

Did the IRA suspect
he was a traitor?

No. They never suspected him.

Not Ruairi MacLeish.

Not The Sniper himself.

So, still on active service,

he turns up a few
months later in my town,

where he goes undercover

and eventually finds a
way to steal enough guns

to arm a brigade of Republicans
for the next campaign.

Correct.

And you just
happened to find him.

Sort of.

How, exactly?

The Branch had a
tip-off, a phone call.

Who from? I don't know.
It didn't come to me.

But whoever dealt with it

clearly thought it was
barely worth investigating,

So they sent a very
inexperienced officer

to have a look around.

The guy that Madsen
and Carmel both saw.

The one that found
Ruairi in the Irish Club.

I assume so, yes.

What happened to him?

Well, that's what
I'm here to find out.

So you've lost an officer?

Yes.

Do you know his name?

You need only know
him as Mr. Smith.

And what was Mr. Smith
hoping to achieve?

Well, he was simply
reacting to the tip-off.

Of course he had no idea

the man he was seeking
was Ruairi MacLeish.

We'd lost him from the radar.

If this had come across
my desk in the first place,

I would never have let
Mr. Smith come blundering in.

Presumably,

you'd have wanted to talk
to MacLeish personally.

Oh, I certainly would.

The Branch takes the view
that a man like Ruairi MacLeish

might rise very high in the IRA
Army Council as time passes

and the situation gets worse.

Now, that could be very
useful to us in five years' time.

We would have made him an offer.

What offer?

Inform on your comrades again

or we'll turn you over to them?

You could go far
in the Branch, John,

with a mind like that.

However, it wasn't to be.

Exactly how long have you known

about MacLeish being here?

Not long. A few days.

I hope that's true.

Because if you've known
about an IRA gunman

living on my patch,

and you haven't
told me about it,

I'm going to be very angry.

Oh, steady on, old boy.

Never mind "Steady on, old boy."

You've brought a dirty
little war into my town,

and two people are
dead because of it.

I don't take kindly to that.

Three people, guv.

Mr. Smith?

Yeah.

Looks like he's been
dead for days doesn't it?

What would Ruairi want
with him? Why the beating?

Revenge.

Ruairi MacLeish always
blamed the Branch

for his sister's suicide.

Get him down, for pity's sake.

I'll make arrangements for
the body to be taken home.

If I were you, I wouldn't
try to find MacLeish now.

My guess is

he's halfway to America
with a new identity.

And the guns are long gone,

you can bet your life on that.

So, as far as the
Branch is concerned,

this case is closed.

Looks like the Paddy
outfoxed us, doesn't it?

This case is not
closed, Commander.

If the burned body
wasn't Ruairi MacLeish

and it wasn't O'Shaughnessy
and it wasn't your man here,

who was it?

I haven't the foggiest, old boy.

Do you mind if we
don't stand around

like sitting ducks, sir?

If he wanted to kill us, he
could have picked us off

while we were standing
next to O'Shaughnessy.

He's not interested in us.

Ruairi MacLeish has
killed every witness

that could tie him
to a criminal charge.

Ruairi MacLeish beat
and killed Mr. Smith

at least five days
ago, possibly a week.

Which makes it

at least two days before
the body in the field

was murdered.

We still have no idea
who the burned body is.

But, for some reason,

he swallowed a ring
with Wanda's name on it.

Why aren't you saying anything?

'Cause I'm meditating.
I'm doing that Zander thing.

Zen.

Zen.

And what, pray,

are you meditating on?

"Halfway to America."

Empton said that MacLeish
would be "halfway to America."

Yes, well, that's logical.

We have no extradition
treaty with America.

Yeah, but there's more
to America than that.

America has a huge
Irish community.

It has a press that can lend

a very friendly ear to
the Republican cause.

True, so?

If MacLeish has gone to America,

he could tell a really
interesting story

about his dealings with
the British Special Branch.

Now, that's going to be very
embarrassing for Empton,

yet he doesn't seem
bothered, does he?

I was watching him today
in that forest very closely.

Now you find a
fellow officer beaten up

and strung up like that...

and you know what,
I didn't see any grief.

He used the word "pity."

I didn't see any
pity on his face.

He was relieved.

Are you saying that he was
glad Mr. Smith was dead?

No. No, no, no. No,
I'm not saying that.

But you heard what he
said. "This case is closed."

Right? Yeah.

Why?

Because he was worried

that the body was Mr. Smith.

When it turned out it wasn't,

"case closed" for Empton.

Why? Ask yourself why.

Why was he so relieved?

Because there was only one other
person the burned body could be.

Ruairi.

The body's Ruairi all along.

We're back to the beginning.

No, we're not.

Because whoever
shot and burned Ruairi

stayed behind to
shoot O'Shaughnessy.

So why did O'Shaughnessy
need to be silenced?

What did he see?

I think there might be only
one person who knows that.

Well, let's go and ask her.

All right.

John, well done.

We'll make a
fisherman out of you yet.

Don't know a Ruairi.

Yeah?

Well, you know, Wanda,
I got the impression

that you knew each
other very well indeed.

He said you'd be expecting me.

I got the feeling there
wasn't very much about Ruairi

that you didn't know.

That's the strong
impression he gave.

Any idea where
he is, by the way?

He's dead.

No.

That's a shame.

I knew Ruairi very
well in the old days.

Taught him everything he knew.

Ruairi had a delivery for
me, but he never made it.

You wouldn't happen to
know where the goods are,

would you, Wanda?

How would I know that?

'Cause I think he
talked to you about it.

I talk to a lot of fellas.

Yeah, I'm sure you do, Wanda.

Men are lonely.

They like to sit and talk.

I know that.

But it's you who needs
to do the talking this time.

What's happening here?

He wants me to sign
this. I don't understand.

I'm simply trying to make
Miss O'Shaughnessy

aware of her position in law.

Official Secrets Act.

Why does she have to
sign the Official Secrets Act?

Miss O'Shaughnessy's father
may have made her privy,

before his sad death,

to certain information
which could be damaging

to the security of the nation.

This is pure intimidation.

There's no legal
weight whatsoever,

and it makes me
wonder what it is

you don't want her to tell us.

A friendly warning.

You could be risking
a long prison sentence.

He was terrified.

Terrified.

It's a horrible thing to know

your dad can cry
like a little bairn.

Ugh!

Aah!

What do you want?

Oh, just shut up!

Just shut up, will you! This do?

This'll do.

I'd never say a word.

Never say a word, man.
Oh, lads, you know me.

You're a bag of
wind, O'Shaughnessy.

Behave like a man.

Empty his pockets.
Here, give me your gun.

Hey.

Wear that for me, will you?

You'll be a better man in
death than you ever were in life.

Ruairi.

Step away, and put your
hands behind your head.

What's this, Sean?

You know what this is, Ruairi.

Say a prayer.

I don't understand, Sean.
You gave the Brits names.

You gave them our
comrades' names.

Who on God's
earth told you that?

Empton sent us the photographs.

That's why I was
late getting here.

We had to make a
decision about you.

Photographs prove nothing, Sean.

Yes, I met him.

He wanted me to
betray the movement.

Which you did, for
your sister's sake.

You know,

you should never of killed
that Special Branch fella.

You made your friend
Empton a very angry man.

He's not my friend, Sean.

I said no to his offer.

My sister's dead because I
refused to betray my comrades.

We always knew
there was an informer.

Nobody wanted to
believe it was you, Ruairi.

You, empty his pockets.

You!

Say a prayer.

Didn't I get us the guns, Sean?

Didn't I do that?

Is that a traitor?

Think about it.

Empton's making fools of you.

Let me speak to
the Army Council.

Too late, Ruairi.

I'm carrying out a direct order.

I'm to tell you, you
have to pay for your sins.

You gave them names.

Why believe Empton and not me?

For God's sake, it
doesn't make sense.

Why believe Empton?

Just do one thing.

Give this to Wanda.

I won't have time to chat
to your bit on the side.

You'll be wanting to see her.

She's at a place
called The Rook.

Goodbye, comrade.

You, have you got the keys
to his van and workshop?

Yeah.

Pour petrol on him. All of it.

Are you going to kill me?

Just take me to the
guns, and you're scot free.

Madsen: Ruairi? Is that you?

Drive the van out
and take it out of town.

I'll be right behind you,
so don't try to be brave.

Don't move a muscle, comrade.

Did your father hear a name?

Doyle.

Why would Doyle need
to go and see Wanda?

The guns.

No bolts. He's
taken out the bolts.

Where are the bolts?!

Come back, you bastard!

Shit.

No more messing about.

Now!

Another man barking
commands at me!

You're just the same
kind of shit he was!

Did you kill him?!

Did you?! Stay where you are.

"Stay!" "Sit!" "Beg!" "Now!"

What is it men like you want?!

Stay where you are.
Keep your distance.

Oh, you don't want
me to keep my distance.

I just want a closer look

at your lovely, big gun.

Well, what are you waiting for?

I'm waiting for you
to do as you're told.

Have you any idea how
many times in my life

I've heard a man say that?!

Very well, sir.

There's a box.

Thank you.

Ruairi never made
it to America then?

No, he never made it.

What a shame.

I can't figure out
what he saw in you.

Can't you?

What does any man
see in a woman like me?

Ruairi always had a
soft spot for women.

He was a good comrade.

But then, Wanda,

Ruairi never knew what
a bitch you are, did he?

Pick up the box.

Pick it up!

Get out.

Lower your weapons!

You make one mistake
and I put a bullet in her head.

Understand?

Show yourselves.

Come out with your
guns above your heads.

Do exactly as he says!

Give me your rifle.

Safety's on sir.

Throw your guns away.

Right away.

Get down on your faces!

Now you lot out back, come out!

Hold on.

Throw them down!

Come on!

On your faces!

You, get down!

Get down!

Stay where you are!

Oh, shit.

Look.

I don't have any weapons.

No, no, no!

No, no, please. Look, look.

Look, I'll prove it.

See.

Nothing.

Why don't you take
me and leave her?

I can be your safe passage.

No, look...

I can get you through
roadblocks, she can't.

Hand me the box, Mrs. Lane.

No. Right.

Right.

All she has to do is just
hand me the box and...

Do it.

Do it.

All right.

Slowly.

Got it. Got it.

All right. All right.

Open the door.

Well.

That's what I call balls.
You're a brave man, John.

Gently. Miss O'Shaughnessy.

Mrs. Lane, I presume.

Well, it all came
out in the wash.

Sergeant Bacchus gets a medal,
I'd have thought, and who knows,

perhaps goes on
to greater things.

Not quite everything came out

in the wash, did it, Commander?

Why did Doyle
murder his old friend

and comrade Ruairi
MacLeish, for instance?

Ruairi was an informer
for us. I told you that.

And who else did
you tell? The IRA?

Now why would I do that, George?

To stop Ruairi
getting to America

where he could make
embarrassing revelations about you.

What?

An IRA man tells the world

I turned him for British
Intelligence, embarrassed?

I get a medal too, don't I?

No, that wasn't it. The
Commander had a plan.

And it might have succeeded

if you hadn't messed
it up for him Sergeant.

Messed it up?

Doyle goes back to
Ireland with the guns, a hero.

Plus, he's executed

an IRA traitor into the bargain.

So he's a Republican
hero twice over.

So I ask myself... who benefits?

Apart from Mr. Doyle?

These aren't issues
we should be airing

in present company,
Chief Inspector.

Perhaps we could
talk in private?

We will talk here
and nowhere else.

I ask again.

Who benefits

from Ruairi MacLeish's death?

I'm not with you, guv.

Your story about
wanting Ruairi MacLeish

to be your man on
the IRA Army Council

was all smoke and
mirrors, wasn't it?

You didn't need Ruairi to be
your man on the Army Council

'cause you already had
one, and his name was Doyle.

Ruairi MacLeish
was loyal to the IRA

to his last breath, wasn't he?

Unfortunately for you, George,

you put a bullet into the head

of the only man who
could answer your question.

You.

You authorized...

Doyle to execute
Carmel's father, didn't you?

Because he saw
Doyle kill Ruairi.

Go on, Commander.

You look into her eyes,
right, and you tell her

what you did.

Things happen when
people get involved

in affairs they
don't understand.

When the little people
get involved, you mean?

Oh, John.

Maybe you've got
some growing up to do.

And what about Mrs. Lane?

Hey? Doyle was
going to kill her and all.

Why? Why did she
need to get killed, eh?!

Why?!

Why, why, why, why, why!
You know, John, in this job,

we don't bother so
much about "why."

We're more interested
in "how" and "who."

You know,

perhaps it's a good idea
the ladies are present after all.

I don't understand. Who what?

That's the one question
Mr. Gently has been

too polite to ask.

Oh, I was getting there in
my sweet, old-fashioned way.

Well, don't take
all day, George.

The one unanswered question.

Mrs. Lane...

do you know who it was who
made the original phone call

to Special Branch informing them

that there was an IRA
gunman operating here?

Hmm?

All we ever knew was that
the call came from a woman.

Well-spoken...

if a little brassy.

Men use you.

Men tell lies.

Sometimes a man can
push a woman too far.

I can't take you
with me, sweetheart.

You know that.

You'll find someone
else. You know you will.

Do I?

He used me and threw me away.

Mrs. Lane.

I'll always wear the
ring you gave me.

Carmel...

You and I should have a
drink together, don't you think?

We can talk about men.

Well, well, well.

A woman scorned.

I've still got a few
minutes, John.

What say I buy you a drink?

I'm busy.

Empton.

I'll be making a full report.

About what?

About the guns you were
willing to send to the IRA.

Guns that would have
killed British soldiers.

Could you have lived with that?

If you hadn't shot him, Gently,

Doyle might have saved

hundreds of British
lives in years to come.

I hope you can live with that.

And the Wanda
Lanes and the Carmels

and the O'Shaughnessys
of this world

are what, dispensable?

For what, national security?

Or your glorious career?

I was thinking, guv.

What?

What are you doing?

I'm doing it. I'm fishing.

Why don't you do it
the way I showed you?

I showed you how to do it.

Why do I have to
stand in the water?

Why can't we just stand
on the side and fish?

Shall we go and find a nice
café and have egg and chips?

I've got water in me
boot now. I'm not happy.

This is rubbish.

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