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Police! Stay where you are!

Hands in the air! Now!

Drop everything
on the floor! Now!

Do it!

Oh, no.

Shot my dog! Shot my dog!

Shot my dog! You shot my dog!

- Terrific.
- Dear, dear me.

She'll be jumping out next.

Ah! Hi, Doug.

- Sandra. How's it going?
- Just about to find out.

Yellow: increased productivity.

- Lavender: security.
- Come.

Ah, Sandra. Just a second.

White: anywhere you
don't want staff to linger.

Rest rooms, drink machines,

canteens and so on.

Oh, Sandra Pullman,
Matthew Talbut.

Matthew's a colour consultant
with Watkins, May and Rudd.

We're working with them on the
personnel and productivity initiative.

Well, this is certainly one
for the pilot operation scheme.

Well, I'll liaise with
Finance and Promotions

and get them to send
over an action plan.

Right.

Whoops.

Oof!

Tricky little things.

- Lovely to meet you.
- Bye.

Sit.

Very, very bright young man.

- Roderick Patrick Wringer.
- The Anna Dubrovski case.

Truly appalling miscarriage
of justice. Supposedly.

Wringer had a key
to Dubrovski's flat.

He frequented the
nightclub where she worked,

her blood was found
on his shoes, he did it.

Unfortunately, the detectives
on the original investigation

were last year found
guilty of illicit association

and manipulation of
the Henderson trial.

Jury nobbling.

Hence Wringer's
conviction going to appeal.

No new evidence was presented.

I bet if the appeal courts say the
conviction's unsafe, out he goes.

Wringer's a career criminal,
his wife runs a porn empire.

Police and public deserve better
than to be sneered at by people like that.

Right.

Anna Dubrovski's murder's
to be reinvestigated.

Reconfirming that the
case against Wringer

still stands will ease
the pressure on the men,

publicly and politically.

- And he intends to sue?
- Not when you're finished with him.

- Me?
- Everyone is aware

what a distinctive and
enviable career path

you've carved out for yourself.

But you screwed up.

The idea is that we
use your investigation

as the basis for
a new initiative.

A team of dedicated personnel,
re-examining other open cases.

Hmm? That's your brief.

Dedicated personnel?

We may not have the manpower
in terms of serving officers.

We can still call
upon a large number

of retired detectives
experienced in serious crime.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no.

Fully cognisant with
practice and procedure

at the time the offences
were committed.

Don, please don't do this to me.

Think of the advances in
forensics, offender profiling...

It's an opportunity to put
a lot of these cases to bed.

Retired detectives.

Do they have to
have their own teeth?

- Was he armed?
- Who?

The dog.

UCOS. Unsolved Crime
and Open Case Initiative.

What did somebody call
it? Don Bevan's love child.

The Unsolved Crime and
Waste of Time Initiative?

No, that would be UCAWOTI.

I know it's tricky working for
someone you used to boss,

but if there's one
thing I learned from you

it was to respect people's
abilities, not their rank.

Plus they're all retired detectives
and I don't know any of these people.

- Ian Derby.
- You know him?

Yeah. Dead.

- Alan Evans.
- Dead.

Er... DI John Farrelly.
Oh, I know John.

- He works...
- Dead.

- But he only left last December.
- Heart attack in the sea off Málaga.

Serves him right. The
place is full of villains.

65% of CID officers are dead
within five years of leaving the job.

Dead. Dead.

Good as.

Alive but he bores for England.

Retired but currently under
investigation by the CPS.

Ditto, the DTI.

Dead.

Alive but don't leave
him alone with your kids.

Retired sick.
Well, insane, really.

Dead, dead...

Would be if I got hold of him.
No. I think you'd better advertise.

Morning. Oh, just
before we start,

this new unit - no
blacks, obviously.

Now, you didn't
officially retire

and yet I can't see any
references to why you left the force.

Why's that?

Absolutely no
bloody idea at all.

Police and Criminal
Evidence Act?

Mistake. Being able to threaten,
intimidate and cause pain to a suspect

are the chief weapons in
a copper's armoury, right?

Ah, shite.

I mean, I don't take no
bloody crap from no one!

Thanks so much for coming in.

It's very valuable to have such a
successful ex-officer applying for...

Ex-DI Brian Lane, Detective
Superintendent Sandra Pullman.

Pullman?

Sussex University.

Accelerated entry, 1987.

Bramshill, '92.

DI, Murder Squad, '92-'95

DCI, Armed Robbery
Squad, '95-'98.

So how's it been going,
Brian - retirement?

Oh, fantastic. Love it.

Best thing I ever did. Get to
do what I want, when I want.

Grandchildren, gardening,
football, swimming,

day trips...

gardening, car, pets, dogs,

the wife.

Did I mention gardening?

Your days sound pretty full. I wouldn't
have thought you'd want to come back.

I don't. Not as a cop.

But as an investigative
officer, technically a civilian,

full access to files...

When do we start?

- Ah! An ashtray!
- We'd rather you didn't.

There's...

The squad will
initially be quite small.

Concentrating on murder cases,

and then, depending on
the success of the operation,

expanding to encompass other...

It's her, innit?

Woof, woof, bang, bang.

No, it's out of the question.

- He's a first-class detective.
- I know what happened to him.

No, no, you don't, trust me.

- Gerry Standing?
- He's a thief-taker.

I only met him because I'd
heard so much about him.

I didn't think you were serious.

Do you want to do the job properly
or do you just want to look nice?

- Hello, again.
- Thanks for showing faith.

- Drink?
- Let me get them.

- Scotch and dry.
- No, I'm fine.

- How long?
- Two years, two months, eight days.

It's her, isn't it?
Pullman, October 2002.

Put in charge of
anti-kidnap operations.

As in the Chinese job.

- Hello, Gerry.
- Hi, Jack.

Gerry Standing, Brian Lane.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.
- Gerry.

Welcome to the squad. Drink?

I'll have a brandy and
Coke, thanks, sweetheart.

Superintendent Pullman's
your new governor, not me.

- Guvnor?
- That's right.

Ooh. In that case, I'd better
have a large one, sweetheart.

A word?

Let's get this absolutely clear.

They come on your
recommendation.

One more crack like
that and I'll deck him.

Tonight on BBC1...

Who's to blame for taking
20 years of your life away?

Basically, the
Metropolitan Police.

Tonight, for the first
time since his release,

Roderick Wringer and his
wife Gaynor speak publicly

about their fight for justice
over the past 20 years

in an exclusively filmed
interview with me, Martin Bashir.

Your starter for ten.

She'd never say it to your face,

but that crack about
the drink, taking the piss -

she likes that.

- Superintendent Pullman of UCOS.
- Morning, ma'am.

"Our objective is
to provide efficient,

"courteous and
satisfactory quality of service

"to our customers." What's this?

- Mission statement.
- "Customers"?

Gerry Standing.

What did they finally nail
you for, you bent bugger?

Shagging your missus. But no
one was ever gonna go down for that.

You, out.

Anna-Marie Dubrovski. 21.

Beaten to death in her Pimlico
flat on the night of 18th July 1981.

No sign of forced entry.

A cocktail waitress working
at the nearby Pelican Club,

her body was
discovered at 3.30am

by friend and fellow club
worker Eve Osbourne.

48 hours later, murder
squad detectives arrested

and charged Roderick
Patrick Wringer

on suspicion of murder.

Those were the days.

Wringer had a ruthless
criminal reputation,

believed to have been involved
in several armed robberies

and laundering of the proceeds.

He claimed to have been at
home on the night in question,

an alibi corroborated
by his wife.

Wringer insisted on
not knowing Dubrovski

but he was a
semi-regular at the club.

Most crucial of all, forensics
clearly placed Wringer

at the scene of the crime.

That's not magnetic.

Would you like some sticky tape?

Thank you.

Not only did blood found on his
shoes match that of the dead girl,

but subsequent to his arrest,

the key to the victim's
apartment was found in a jacket

in Wringer's wardrobe.

The prosecution case
was that Wringer was

in a sexual relationship
with Dubrovski...

er... that she subsequently
found out not only was he married

but also a criminal,
whereupon...

Whereupon she attempted a
cessation of their association.

2 1 years of my husband's
life have been stolen from him.

Today the judge confirmed...

There was a violent
confrontation during which Wringer,

conforming to a sociopathic
behavioural stereotype,

lost control and battered
Dubrovski to death.

With an ashtray.

Yes.

This is a no-smoking office
in a no-smoking building.

Clearly, given the
allegations of corruption,

..it is imperative
that we effect a swift,

albeit satisfactory, conclusion.

Our...

Our job is to review the evidence,
to re-examine forensic material,

re-interview
witnesses if necessary

and, at the end of the
initial inquiry process,

recommend if post-investigative
action should be facilitated.

Any queries about
the debriefing?

Do you wake up
talking like that?

You mean, he did
it, let's prove he did it,

then we can say we're
not looking for anyone else

in connection with this inquiry?

July 1981, it should've made
headline news. Anyone remember?

I was two.

Gentlemen?

Anna Dubrovski, cocktail
waitress, the Pelican Club, Pimlico.

Once semi-fashionable,

by then a bit of a dive.
Slightly dodgy, even.

- What?
- It didn't make the headlines.

Too much else
going on that summer.

Yorkshire Ripper. Bobby
Sands. Pope got shot.

Royal wedding. Yeah, I
was on diplomatic protection.

- I wasn't.
- Brixton riots.

- Where were you, Jack?
- Brixton.

In July, Toxteth and
Handsworth, as well.

- That's when we lost it.
- The war on crime?

Respect. The public.

And we never
managed to get it back.

Oi. You know Jack.

Is he mad?

I am, though.

What are you doing?

Making a start.

Who is she?

Thank you for
agreeing to see us.

I'd quite understand
your not wanting to.

I don't want to.

I only thank God that her
father is no longer living

and has not to go
through all this again.

Her death killed him.

It took two years
but it killed him.

And now I am supposed to
believe that my only comfort,

that her killer was caught,

is a lie?

Mrs Dubrovski, what we're trying
to do is re-examine the evidence

to see if there are grounds for
reinvestigating your daughter's murder.

What sort of a girl was
Anna, Mrs Dubrovski?

How do you remember her?

Happy.

Always wanting a good time.

She didn't get much
of that, did she?

- Did you know she worked in a club?
- No!

Her flat - did you
visit her there?

Once or twice.

Her father went there, mostly.

Fixing things, putting up
shelves - you understand.

- Was it nice where she lived?
- It was a flat.

It's very expensive,
even for renting.

And she paid cash.

That is what they said.

Your daughter was very pretty.

- Yes.
- Beautiful, even, but... no boyfriends?

- She was not a prostitute.
- No one's saying that.

She was not brought
up to behave like this.

She did not even drink!

Did she ever mention Wringer?

You don't think she knew him?

I think he wanted to know her.

When they put him in
jail, I was so grateful!

I wanted to shout how glad I am.

We thought

at least we have justice now.

It wasn't enough but...

it was something.

And now...

Where is justice
for our Anna now?

She died fighting for her life

and we were not
there to help her.

Our only child!

And now to be
told that this man...

This...

conviction is unsafe...

Mrs Dubrovski, even
after all this time,

I want you to believe me
when I tell you that I understand

and I'm sorry for your loss.

Do either of you have children?

- No.
- No.

You are lucky.

- Is she watching?
- Mm-hm. Why?

Some do, some don't.

- What does it mean if they do or not?
- Absolutely nothing in my experience.

- What's the point?
- What do you mean?

Running around, opening up a
box of horrors, it's a waste of time.

If we effect a
satisfactory conclusion,

we'll not only be bringing
justice to that poor woman's door,

she'll be at peace.

It's never a waste of time.

- Ahem. Excuse me?
- Mmm?

I don't even want to
imagine what she looked like,

but I'd like think any
woman you brought back

could at least take
her underwear home.

I found this in the pocket
of my dressing gown.

Well, you'd better take
it up with your mother.

It's hers. She came
round to see me.

And where are you going?

Amelia, you clearly misunderstand
the basis on which I let you live here.

This is my flat, I ask
you where you're going.

Fine.

Just as long as you don't
expect to pull dressed like that.

Just put some clothes on.

- Dad!
- What?

Be safe.

Get dressed.

Happy, are you?

I'm working as a
civilian, not a policeman.

Brian, I don't think
this is a good idea.

Is 800 quid a week a good idea?

I'm not talking about the money!
I don't want you an empty shell.

- Not again.
- I have full access to records, Esther.

Do you know what that means?

What do you think
you're going to find out?

Mm? What do you
think is there for you?

Somebody died, Esther.

I was set up and they
were ready to finish me.

I was lucky. I just lost the
ability to reason for a while.

But that poor guy died.

I will get to the truth.

Brian, I don't want
you doing this.

For your own sake.

Next time, you might not
just crack, you might break.

Hi. I was just
getting ready for bed.

- Do you want a drink?
- No, I'm on a job.

- I've got Terry to cover for an hour.
- Ooh, right, well.

What can we do in an hour?

I'm sorry if I've been a bit
anonymous over the last few weeks.

I reckoned you'd probably
have enough on your plate.

There is this remarkable piece of
new technology they call the phone.

Just a bit awkward,
given what happened.

Oh. Oh, right.

- I mean, too awkward.
- Yeah. Course.

I'm sorry, Sandra.

Not even a "kiss goodbye" kiss?

You coward.

Yeah, you're right.

It's not very noble but,

like I said, I've got a wife.

And the kids. Don't
forget the kids.

I like you, Sandra. A lot.

And we had a good time.

But we were being discreet.

I mean, this whole kidnap
fiasco, it's hardly discreet, is it?

No, actually, what you liked
was getting it on with a star.

As long as I was going
somewhere you liked it.

Yeah.

Probably.

- Gerry!
- Gaynor.

Long time no see.

Roddy! Roddy, look who's here.

And this is the living room.

Very impressive.

Hey-amazing these, aren't they?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, yeah. Here, listen to this.

- Anyone called you on it?
- Nobody.

- Ooh, hello!
- I always have some put by.

Just in case-this sort of thing.

Roddy often used to talk about
you, you know. Well, we both did.

Gaynor used to visit

- and I'd say to her...
- Cheers.

"How's so-and-so doing?
What are they up to?"

She'd always tell me.

I said I didn't really see you any
more but how I'd heard you'd done well.

In the Met.

Then last thing was,
I heard you'd left.

- Retired.
- Under a bit of a cloud.

Is that right?

- To us!
- Yeah!

Yeah. To us.

Here, Gaynor, get the camera.

- You're looking good.
- Even after 20 years.

- Well, thanks for answering the call.
- Oh...

No, no. It means a lot to me.

It's nice to know there
are a few people about

who don't forget
where they come from.

You didn't tell Gaynor
you wanted to see me.

No, she'd been through enough.

No point in getting
her hopes up.

I only want her to hear
good news from now on

and I hear you're
in a position to get it.

- Who told you that?
- Oh, what's it... Erm...

- Acorn.
- Acorn?

- No. UCOS.
- Oh!

Terrified, aren't they, the Met, about
how much I'm gonna take them for?

Once was enough, Gerry. I
don't want them fitting me up again.

No one's fitting you up. They
don't need to. Doesn't look good.

Look, Roddy, er...

What happened that night?

I never knew her. Never even
met her and that's the truth.

- OK.
- Still don't know who killed her.

Not even after twenty years.

And that hurts! And I want to
know. You know what I'm saying?

And I won't rest. I won't
consider myself truly free

until I know who killed her.

You understand?

I'll have to talk to people.

And that's everyone:
all your old friends.

Gerry, I didn't kill her and I
did twenty years. What friends?

Ah!

- There!
- Oh, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.

No. I don't think
that's a good idea.

Not my best side.

Oh, Gerry! We missed you!

You know how it is, Mary.

Talking things over with you always
used to take the edge off a case.

Yes, I know, but
that's the point.

If you don't come back at me,

how am I going to make
breakthroughs like I used to?

You see what I'm saying?

No, all right.

Don't dwell on it
too long, eh, darling?

Understand?

Cheers.

Suppose you'll be
wanting a bed next.

Is that where you're
gonna hang your coat?

I thought I'd give it a whirl.

Fine. But not with that hanger.

It's got my name on it.

OK?

Wringer's a blood-type
B secreter. Did you know?

No. Must have been
washing my hair that day.

- Morning.
- Morning.

I've arranged the case
evidence alphabetically.

I've also listed it with the
trial notes chronologically.

That way you can
cross-reference it more easily.

He lived with his
mum till he was 30.

The labs are re-examining
all the forensic evidence,

including Wringer's shoes.

Original notes show
they found blood matching

Wringer's under Anna
Dubrovski's fingernails.

B positive.

Don't suppose you know the
contents of her stomach, do you?

Fish, peas, spinach.

But no potatoes,
which seems a bit odd.

Right, well...

The senior investigating
officer was DCI Lovett.

Ian Lovett, retired June '95,
rank of chief superintendent.

- I've arranged to go and see him.
- Have him come in.

We don't want to do that. He's
got a string of commendations,

integrity beyond question, etc.

I know, but do it anyway.

- Where are you going?
- Eve Osbourne.

The friend who found
Anna Dubrovski's body.

I've tracked her down.

- Where's Standing?
- Said he had to see a man about a dog.

There's hundreds of them,

creeping round like James Bond
with their big guns and all that.

So they get in the room and there's
twenty Chinamen holding their cocks.

No, no! Fighting cocks.

All right?

There's SO19, a Doberman and an
Alsatian and Madam Ice-knickers, right?

Now, the Doberman gets free,
it's going, "Grrrr," giving it all that.

She whips out her gun,
blam, blam, down it goes.

At which point, the main man
starts running round the room

going, "You shot my
dog! You shot my dog!"

At which point, Mr Wang Bang
Chung, kidnapped millionaire,

thinking they're gonna top
him, jumps out the window.

But he's got a slight problem

'cause he's blindfolded
and he cannot fly.

But the next minute, wallop!

He hits the roof of this car,
busted back, pelvis and both legs.

And now sucking
life through a straw.

- Aw!
- Yeah!

And I'm supposed to
work for the silly tart.

Why don't you give her a bit
of the old... outstanding, eh?

- Come on, Gerry.
- There's still time.

Yeah. OK. Fine.

Mr Lovett, they're
ready for you.

- Interview room...
- I know where it is.

Murder? No, he never
had a problem with that.

Business as usual.

It's like Willy Sefton, innit?

Called Roddy a ponce.
Next thing you know,

his head turns up in a bag.

Anyway, it's neither
here nor there.

He couldn't have
murdered that bird.

Well, why not? Anna
Dubrovski's blood was all over...

Look, he was in Harpenden,
robbing a security van.

N...

- What are you doing?
- Corns.

Bad. Do you get them?

No, I don't.

Put that away, this is a classic
car. Next time you can get a bus.

I don't like public transport.

No bus, no train, you don't
drive. How do you get about?

I get people to give me a lift.

Anything of a professional
nature you want to share with me?

Murder? No, he never
had a problem with that.

Business as usual.

It's like Willy Sefton, innit?

Called Roddy a ponce.
Next thing you know,

his head turns up in a bag.

Was it really necessary
for me to come here?

I thought it better to meet here
rather than your place of work.

Which is shorthand for "you're
going to ask awkward questions".

Cut the crap and get on
with it. I'm ex-job, remember?

And your new one's
at Barnes golf club.

You're not taping this?

- No. No notes, strictly informal.
- What do you do there?

- Resident pro?
- Huh.

- Security.
- Someone recommend you?

I was head-hunted.

But not by you, apparently. I
don't even rate an interview.

We're starting with the
Anna Dubrovski murder.

You can't re-examine
your own case.

Not after allegations
of corruption.

Ex-officers in this unit
have to be above suspicion.

So how come you have
Standing and Lane on board?

A drunk who retired sick
rather than face prosecution

and the other a cop
so bent he sleeps

in a circular bed-
usually someone else's.

What are you, just
selectively blind?

According to the
Appeal Court, you were.

The Appeal Court
later identified officers

on the murder investigation
as being corrupt.

One. And he was
reassigned after two days.

- He never left the incident room.
- Could he have had a hand?

I'm the one who found Wringer's
shoes with her blood all over them

and a scene of crime officer
turned up the key to Dubrovski's flat.

No dodgy cop came
within miles of that evidence.

We just don't want to leave Wringer
with any mitigating factors whatsoever.

Good. Because he
murdered Anna Dubrovski,

no matter what the
Appeal Court says.

Wringer may fool some
people with his poor victim act

but he was the most evil
person I have ever met.

Never mind Anna Dubrovski,

there were at least two other
murders I know he committed

and he was never even a
suspect. And he wants to sue!

It turns my stomach.

Thank you, Nina.

Thank you for
agreeing to see us.

I can give you three
quarters of an hour.

Against my better judgement.

You like horses.

My husband is in racing.

Bookie?

Owner.

I agreed to see you today
because he's in Ireland.

He knows nothing about
what happened 20 years ago.

We're very
discreet, Mrs Collard.

You worked with Anna at the Pelican
Club when you were Eve Osbourne?

- Yes.
- You found her the night she died.

- Yes.
- She was a close friend?

Best friend.

The prosecution claimed that
Wringer and Anna were lovers,

yet you said they
never knew each other.

- They never even met.
- How do you know?

She would have said. We told each
other everything. That's how it was.

Did anyone put pressure
on you, Mrs Collard,

to say that Wringer
didn't know her?

Of course not. Anna didn't know
Wringer and they never had a relationship.

You worked at the Pelican Club
and you never saw Wringer there?

If he ever did go,
he wasn't a regular.

Members only?

Yes. In the days before B-list
celebrities, it was very select.

I'd heard it was
on its way down.

Well, we did entertain
the occasional policeman,

so perhaps you're right.

Don't smoke the filter, Mrs Collard. I
used to do that and now look at me.

Anna and Wringer
couldn't have been lovers

because Anna wasn't
interested in men.

Is that clear enough for you?

- What do you think?
- Not my type.

- What she said.
- Oh.

- Phoney.
- Dodgy, even.

Given present fiscal strictures,
combating a compensation culture

is of extreme importance.

Copies of the above to
both Resource Management

and the Income Generation Unit.

Come.

The RSPCA have asked to be
involved in the Wang Bang Chung inquiry.

It looks like the Commissioner
intends to accommodate them.

You shoot one bloody
dog in this country...

I hear you've concluded the vetting
procedure and got down to work.

Halford as deputy.
That's quite a catch.

Brian Lane and...
Gerry Standing?

You said I was free to
choose my own people.

Sandra, I thought you'd
be the first to realise

that the public relations
aspect of this initiative

is no less important than
its actual effectiveness.

Why didn't you tell me
you knew Ian Lovett?

I served under him
in the Drugs Squad.

In what way is that material
to the Dubrovski case?

I'd have preferred to have
heard it from you, that's all.

Did you know Standing went
to school with Roddy Wringer?

As I say, I'd reassess
that particular appointment.

How could you do it?

If you haven't learnt your lesson
after all these years, what's the point?

- Mum!
- I'm sorry.

- Sorry?
- What do you want me to say?

How about, it's tacky and
it's sad and it's unhygienic?

Oi, oi. Leave your mum alone.

- They've all done it.
- Not since leaving you.

You didn't?

Only the once. The decree
nisi hadn't come through.

What difference does that make?

Well, it was an
attempt at reconciliation.

Oh, Mum! So undignified.

Like your father says,

we've all done it.

Better the dog you know.
Especially when you get to our age.

- Thanks!
- Oh, erm...

It's devil, not dog.

Oh. Hello.

Why didn't you mention you
were at school with Roddy Wringer?

I was at school with Gaynor.

Jack said to take you on trust.
Trouble is, I don't trust you.

I don't trust you
and I don't like you.

Oooh!

- Come in.
- Oooh!

- It's work.
- I bet she's...

- It can't be.
- What's she doing here?

Murder? No, he never
had any problem with that.

Business as usual.

It's like Willy Sefton, innit?
Called Roddy a ponce.

Next thing you know,
his head turns up in a bag.

Anyway, it's neither here nor there.
He couldn't have murdered that bird.

Well, why not? Anna
Dubrovski's blood was all over...

Look, he was in Harpenden,
robbing a security van.

What the hell is that?

It's a tape.

Oh, OK, OK.

This is a taped interview
with known associates

of Roderick, aka Roddy, Wringer.

Presumably all
friends of Mr Wringer,

in which case they would
say that, wouldn't they?

Why? They didn't
know I was taping them.

- It's a secret tape?
- Yeah.

- I thought you'd be pleased.
- Pleased?

- It's illegal.
- No, it isn't.

- I'm not a copper.
- Now, you look.

You might have got away with
this once, but things have changed.

Yeah. You don't nick
anyone any more.

- The tape's inadmissible, it's useless.
- No, it isn't.

- I talked to Roddy last night.
- You did what?

And he said he did
not kill Anna Dubrovski.

Oh, well, that's
cleared that up, then

Listen, listen.

If he'd kept his mouth shut, he would
have expected to do 1 5, 16 years most.

But he bangs on about
how he never did it.

And what did he get for
his pains? Another five.

Now, why would a
man do that, huh?

Unless of course he's
either barking or it's the truth.

Because, psychologically,
it may be necessary

to believe the lie in
order to expiate one's guilt

and so cope with the
cock-up that is your life.

I don't want to see that again.

"Expiate"?

Look it up!

- What?
- She's your new boss, isn't she?

Oooh!

- Who's your friend?
- Dominic.

- My chauffeur.
- Huh.

What did you tell Roddy?

He's already off out.
Meeting solicitors.

What couldn't wait?

How come my boss knows
I was at school with you?

No idea. Hasn't come from us.

- She knows you're from Bermondsey?
- "She"?

Lawyers are very expensive.

We're not paying all
that money for nothing.

While your old man was inside,

you made quite a lot
of money, didn't you?

A girl's got to live.

Yeah, and there's
a lot of living in porn.

- Adult entertainment.
- Of course.

- So where'd you get the money?
- I worked hard.

Oh, come on, Gaynor, only one
thing works hard in porn and it ain't you.

- Where'd you get the money to start?
- Was it you closed down my shop in '92,

when I had that
trouble over the licence?

How much did Roddy bank
from that van raid in Harpenden?

On the night he was supposed
to have killed Anna Dubrovski?

How much did he give you?

..like Willy Sefton, innit?
Called Roddy a ponce.

Next thing you know,
his head turns up in a bag.

Anyway, it's neither here nor there.
He couldn't have murdered that bird.

Well, why not? Anna
Dubrovski's blood was all over...

Look, he was in Harpenden,
robbing a security van.

- Coffee?
- Yeah, thanks. Is he asleep?

- Good morning.
- Thinking.

Well, sorry to intrude, but did you
talk to the girl who found the body?

- Yeah, we went to see Eve Collard.
- Says Anna was gay.

Why didn't she
mention that at the trial?

She was her friend. She
didn't tell Lovett, either.

I'm just transcribing the
interview he did with her now.

Who are you?

Information Management,
Resource Compilation

and Technology Liaison Officer.

- I meant your name.
- Clark.

- Are you working with us?
- I'm on secondment. I thought you knew.

Wasn't it odd that none
of us spoke to you?

I'm used to it.

- Maidenhead!
- What?

- Barman!
- No.

- Landlord.
- Landlord.

Willy Sefton, head
in the bag case.

On Gerry's tapes,
Wringer's associates suggest

that Roddy was responsible.

The murder was never
solved. It's still on file.

Maidenhead's the
Thames Valley force.

They found the torso
but we have the head.

Like a full house beats a flush?

No, no, no. Our investigation was
already underway, so we took control.

November '80.
Murder Squad Area Six.

Chief investigating officer...

Ian Lovett.

Isn't it all just a bit
busy inside your head?

There's probably more
going on than in yours.

Excuse me.

Is this really how you
did witness statements -

write it all down
as it's being said?

This interview between Lovett
and Collard took 1 5 minutes.

Well, I type 60 words a minute and
it's already taken me half an hour.

I mean, how do you
get to write that fast?

Do you have special classes?

Well, Lovett could've messed
up the times accidentally.

Accidentally on
purpose, you mean.

- I want to know more about Harpenden.
- I talked to Gaynor.

Her porn business
was kick-started

by the money that
Roddy got from that raid.

- Well, given that she's his wife...
- Hey!

..testify against him...

Nobody touches this
desk. Understand?

Because I'll know if you have.

Right?

And my god is a jealous god
and he shall smite thee severely.

Where are you going?

There's something missing.

- Give it to me.
- What?

The tape.

That's it.

You've got the box
that was in that space,

there isn't anything else.

- Can I hunt around a bit? Just in case.
- Yeah. Sure.

- I'll be at the desk.
- Thanks.

Er, sorry...

Deaths in police custody
files. Where would they be?

They're in these.
It's restricted.

Hello, George. Yeah.

Yeah. Five boxes, I believe.

See you later. Ta-ra.

Vice.

- Yeah, I know, it's a terrible habit.
- No, you! You were in Vice.

No, I wasn't. Why does
everybody always think that?

Ever have dealings
with them in the '80s?

Not if I could help it.

They would've known about
the Pelican Club, though, Vice?

So how come they don't figure
in the murder inquiry? Not once.

Well, you must have
known someone in that mob.

You can get it off the computer.

It's all on file. Scotland
Yard database.

You just need authorisation.

- From?
- Deputy Commissioner level.

- Yeah, but what if you can't get that?
- Well, then you can't get it.

Unless you bypass the code.

But that's hacking.

- It's illegal.
- I don't ever want to hear you

using that word again.

Where's the stuff I
left out this morning?

In the kitchen.

The kitchen?!

Where?

- You didn't throw anything away?
- No.

Mark and Elaine are
coming round tonight.

We need to talk about
what you're doing.

Talk as a family.
Mark's very worried.

- Mark's an accountant.
- I'm worried.

Esther, the day you
stop worrying, I'll be dead.

I know, that's what worries me.

I got me hands on it today.

The file.

Anthony Kaye.
That's right. Already.

It was in my hand. All I had
to do was bust open the lock.

- Brian...
- It's OK, don't worry, I didn't.

- I don't break the law.
- Brian, you're retired.

You're not answerable to anyone.

Yes.

You'll be here? For dinner?

I don't smoke, I don't drink,

I take my medication.

And you know what?
My mind's on fire.

There's SO19, a Doberman and
an Alsatian and Madam Ice-knickers.

Now, the Doberman gets free.
It's going, "Grrrr," giving it all that.

She whips out her gun...

- Hello, Jack.
- Evening.

- "You shot my dog!"
- Is that Gerry there?

- Please. It's his tape.
- We have something.

- Good.
- You need to see it.

- Yeah. Tomorrow.
- You're not interested?

Jack, I do have a
life outside the office.

No, you don't.

We'll be at Mr Chu's in Chiswick.
Sounded awfully like Gerry.

- You haven't got as many as me.
- You what?

Coo.

Sciatica.

Er... lumbago.

Arthritis.

Rheumatism in me shoulder.

Oh, yeah. And these.

Anti-depressants. If
and when I need them.

- Nice.
- Blood pressure.

Tachycardia -
irregular heart rhythm.

- Gout.
- Gout?

Hereditary. And anaemia.

Here you go.
Multivitamins. That's it.

- No!
- Amoxicillin.

What particular infection are
you hoping to clear up with them?

No... It...

Ah-ha!

Pale blue, lozenge
shape. Begins with a V.

- Hmm...
- You know what that's for.

- Mm?
- Go on, it's not hard.

Very funny.

Here, give us them
back, she's here.

Wait a minute, hold on, hold on.

- That's mine.
- They're yours.

That's mine.

I'm supposed to
work with the silly tart.

Yeah, well, you've
taken it out of context.

And in what particular context
would that be acceptable?

- Gerald.
- Nobody calls me Gerald.

They do now. So, Gerald,

what do you think
the silly tart drinks?

Er, excuse me. Dry
white wine, please.

Very good. What
have you turned up?

Bank raid happened,
same date, same time.

No one's been charged.

Still doesn't mean
Wringer was involved.

Thank you. Sake.

The tape proves nothing.

It's corroboration after
the event, post-sentence.

This isn't.

Thanks.

"Roddy Wringer never
killed Anna Dubrovski.

"He was in Harpenden stealing

"a couple of million quid
from Securicor. True."

- Where did you get this?
- Case papers.

Although it was logged,

it was filed under
non-material evidence.

Letter from a crank. It
wasn't presented at the trial.

That's why I left it at home.

Home? You took evidence home?

How else was I
gonna get it all filed?

If they find out you've
done this, we'll get crucified.

Why? Who's gonna tell them?

Mm. Good squid.

It doesn't make sense.

It was received the day
after Wringer's arrest.

So they withheld
it from the defence.

Pre-PACE, police and
prosecution were not obliged

to disclose any
evidence to the defence.

Right. The good old days when
you could do that kind of thing.

Lovett might just have made a mistake
about the times of Collard's interview,

but if you want my
opinion, he made it up.

And he never interviewed
the Vice Squad, either.

Pelican Club, Anna Dubrovski
works there, Eve Collard,

prosecution claims
that Roddy was a regular

and no one thinks to
ask area Vice anything

throughout the
entire investigation?

What are the odds?

Collard says they
entertained the odd policeman.

And I'll tell you another thing
for nothing. A bird wrote that.

A bird?

Yeah. Nine times out of
ten, they're always from birds.

A bloke'd just phone you up and
give you the bad news straight,

but a woman takes
pleasure in communicating

every last ounce of
bleeding grief to you.

Anyway, only a
bird writes like that.

So, along with your other
talents, you're a graphologist.

Well, if you don't believe
me, check the DNA

from the saliva used
to lick the stamp.

You can tell from that
nowadays, can't you?

- Modern science being the dog's...
- Wringer killed Anna Dubrovski.

Hell of a shot - hitting her with
that ashtray from Harpenden.

Her blood was on his shoes,

the key to her flat was
in his jacket. He did it.

I don't think he did.

Fine. Then who was it?

I don't know. But the
point is, if I'm right,

are you going to run the
risk of trying to find out?

Properly or look nice?

You're the lady
that shot the dog!

Hello.

You're doing all right
for yourself, are you?

Yeah.

I was on the telly.

- Did you see it?
- I did.

You came across well.

- I mean, it was good.
- Why did you lie in court, Eve?

Why didn't you tell the truth?

He was black.

Like you.

Which automatically
made things more difficult.

More political.

I found him face down, having
apparently choked on his own vomit.

I was the arresting officer.

I'd left him for less than two minutes
but no one else saw me in that time.

I was being treated
for depression.

The union advised me I
should submit a doctor's report,

pending the investigation.

It wasn't flattering.

In fact, it basically
said I was barking mad.

Which gave the
Met their get-out.

The problem is, I think
Anthony Kaye was killed,

and not by me.

He was murdered
inside that station.

The Met are shielding someone

and I'm gonna prove it.

Then we'll see who's
mad and who isn't.

A-ha! Forensics.

Hi.

I didn't know you were based
here. I was just en route to a...

- I rang you last night.
- Yep. Got the message.

I just wanted to
let you know that...

Well, you heard
what I had to say.

No, I didn't hear
what you were saying.

- Married.
- Married with kids.

- Two.
- Boys.

Dumped her.

- Wants back.
- She's not having it.

Good girl!

Ooh...

Cheer me up, Jack.
Make it good news.

Well, the lab's confirmed that the blood
on Wringer's shoes is Anna Dubrovski's.

But they also found some other
microscopic blood particles on the shoes

that belong to neither
Dubrovski or Wringer.

And the blood under Anna Dubrovski's
fingernails isn't Wringer's either.

It is B positive, the DNA
is completely different.

The DNA on the stamp matches
the DNA under the fingernails.

Like I said...

A woman's. We're looking
for a female suspect.

That means someone else was
there. It doesn't mean Wringer wasn't.

But the bad news is those
microscopic blood particles

aren't a bird's.

Hang on. We've got blood under
Anna Dubrovski's fingernails,

which isn't hers or Wringer's, that
matches the DNA from the letter.

We've still got Anna Dubrovski's
blood on Wringer's shoes

but also traces of
someone else's blood.

A man's.

- But that isn't Wringer's either?
- Correct.

And this DNA
new forensics lark -

makes our job easier, does it?

Get onto the lab and
see if there's a match

for these new blood
particles on file.

Could try asking for a
needle in a haystack.

Well, not if it's
a murder victim -

say, Willy Sefton, for instance.

That's good. Very good.

..and now it's
time for the news.

Fears are growing this morning
for the safety of Mrs Eve Collard,

wife of millionaire
businessman Matthew Collard.

Mrs Collard has not been
seen at her family home

since yesterday morning.

- Eve Collard was a witness...
- Oi, that's my coffee.

..in the Roderick
Wringer murder trial.

DS Pullman, please.

The conviction was overturned
by the Court of Appeal.

.."until the night I found
her body at her flat.

In the morning..."

I'm glad I didn't get seen for this job
because I don't think it's gonna last.

I'm sorry. I'm just trying
to fit in the interview

with Eve Collard,
Osbourne as was,

in the time given
on the statement.

And I can't.

Which is hardly surprising because
we both know it's complete rubbish.

So would you like to tell me what
you really talked about with Collard?

OK. Then perhaps you can explain

why no Vice Squad
officer was ever questioned

during the original
investigation.

Who says I didn't?

Are you telling me you'd
have done it on record?

- Off record?
- I interviewed every one of them.

How about this?

Who were you doing a
favour when you buried this?

I didn't bury anything.

So you admit seeing it before?

If - if the contents of
that letter were true,

how come Roddy never
mentioned it at his trial?

That he couldn't have
killed Anna Dubrovski

as he was nicking two
million quid at the time?

I can't see that
impressing a jury.

And anyway, why risk grassing up
your mates when you're innocent?

Oh, please. Wringer had somebody
write that as soon as I nicked him.

If he went down, he knew
he'd have grounds for an appeal.

So why did he never mention
that letter, then or now?

Because he never
even knew it existed.

But you knew.
That's why you lost it.

Did you know Eve
Collard has disappeared?

So I heard.

Did ever occur to you that she
might be her best friend's killer?

Yes, of course it did.

But she didn't have Anna Dubrovski's
blood all over her shoes, did she?

Oh, hold on.

- Hello?
- Hello, Gerry.

There was no answer at home.

How'd you get this number?

I needed it so I could
invite you to the party.

- No, how?
- Carver's on the Strand.

Friday, 1.00 for
1.30. It's a celebration.

- You can bring her if you want.
- Who?

Your daughter. Very pretty.

1.00 for 1.30.

Don't forget.

Who was that?

No one.

No one, princess.

Piss on my wife, would you?
Nobody pisses on my wife.

Thank you for this,
darling. You're a star.

Of the first magnitude.

Come in.

Original procedural report
of Lovett's investigation.

Goes to Wringer's house, makes a
search, finds the shoes, blah, blah, blah.

Takes the shoes to be photographed,
then takes them to Forensics.

Lovett takes Wringer's
shoes to be photographed

before they're
forensically examined.

- Thanks.
- In '81, it wasn't uncommon.

It wasn't very clever either. Not
standard procedure, that's for sure.

It allows for the
possibility of contamination

or anything else you feel like.

- What made you think of this?
- I told you.

There are detectives
who solve crimes

and those who just want
to clear them up. Hmm?

You got hold of
that one all right.

- Perk of the job?
- What do you want?

The early '80s were
criminal, weren't they?

In terms of men's fashion.

Roddy Wringer's shoes. You took
them from the house, remember?

I should. They were
covered in blood.

No. You put that there.

Don't be silly.

Roddy didn't kill
her and you knew it.

Roddy killed her. But even
if he never had, he was due.

- What, Willy Sefton?
- Huh! Among others.

- But you couldn't prove that.
- Roddy Wringer killed Anna Dubrovski.

That wasn't hard to prove.

Roddy didn't do it
and I can prove that.

Not in this life.

DNA.

The lab managed to
extract it from the saliva used

to lick the stamp on
that letter you lost.

It matches the DNA in the blood

found under Anna
Dubrovski's fingernails.

It could only have come from
the killer, and that wasn't Roddy.

Huh! You can't
possibly know that.

I can. The DNA is a woman's.

Blood can't tell the
sex but DNA can.

Off the record?

When you were a cop, how many
times did you watch a guilty man go free?

- Eh?
- We all know that feeling.

Did you ever get used
to it? No, you never do.

How many times did
you go the extra mile?

Just to make extra
sure that some villain's

smart-arsed lawyer,
who you know is bent,

couldn't con the jury
and swan out of court

with his client,
laughing in your face?

- Eh?
- The extra mile?

He had the key to
her flat in his pocket.

I didn't put that there.

He killed her.

Yes, I did some artwork
on Roddy's shoes,

and if you'd known Roddy

and how evil he was,
you'd have done the same

and just don't
pretend otherwise.

Off the record?

We ran further tests
on Roddy's shoes

and found some other
blood particles, tiny ones,

which when you smothered
his shoe in gore, you covered up.

The results came
back this morning.

That blood belonged
to Willy Sefton,

left there when Roddy
Wringer battered him to death.

All you needed was
to be a good detective.

I want you to think about
the real murderer now,

think about that killer
you allowed to go free,

but most of all, I want you to think
about Anna Dubrovski and her family,

the victims you betrayed
for over 20 years.

None of us has anything to gain

by the exposure of yet
another corrupt ex-copper

but I promise you, if our
paths ever cross again,

it won't be your pension you'll
be desperate to cling on to.

You grip it too hard.

That's what's making
you choke on your shots.

Gerry, come here. Here.

- Yep.
- Seen this?

I've got that,
thanks, it's fine.

CRIMINT.

It's sightings and whereabouts

of known villains
throughout the capital.

- Thanks, bye.
- Look at this one.

- F10?
- F9.

Holmes 2. Holmes 2!

Every other force
in the country on tap.

But can you get cheap flights
to Fuengirola on it? Can you...

Right, Surrey police, Eve Collard,
attempted suicide, in hospital.

Coming?

Oh!

I think I preferred
the nightmare.

Now, now.

So, Eve, why don't you tell
me what happened that night?

The night Anna died.

- Was there an argument?
- Obviously.

A lover's tiff?

What do you mean?

Eve, the pathologist
described Anna's injuries

as the result of
a frenzied attack.

Now, when I was
in the Murder Squad,

I saw what lovers
sometimes did to each other,

men and women.

Lovers?

You think I killed Anna.

Cutting your wrists
is a bit of a giveaway.

I didn't kill her!

She wasn't my lover,
she was my friend.

Eve, we're just interested
in closing the case.

- I didn't kill her.
- No?

- No!
- You're shouting, Mrs Collard.

I'm shouting because you're
not hearing what I'm saying.

I didn't kill Anna.
Anna wasn't my lover.

- Why would we believe that?
- Because Roddy was.

Got it now?

We used to meet at Anna's flat.

We both had keys so we could
get in and out when she wasn't there.

I didn't say anything
at the trial because...

I didn't know what
to say, I was terrified.

Of Roddy?

It's never occurred to me
that Roddy didn't kill her.

When I saw him the other night,
I knew he intended to kill me.

That's why...

I felt responsible.

Then and ever since.

Not a day passes that I don't.

Will you sign a written
statement to that effect?

And will you provide
a DNA sample?

Go back to the hotel.

There's plenty on the walls.

I hear the lawyers are in town.
Thought I'd help you celebrate.

Gerry, this is not a party, this is
a business meeting. Excuse us.

Thought you wanted to
know if I found out anything.

Well, what have you
got? You got an ID?

We're waiting on DNA tests.

What's that supposed to
mean? Is that a bit of a tease?

You know what I missed
when I was inside, Gerry?

What I missed the most?

- Well, I've got a fair idea.
- Oh, no, no, no.

That is merely a transitory
deprivation of stimulus - or so I was told.

No, what I missed, what
I missed most keenly,

was the lack of respect,
the absence of fear.

It's what I'm enjoying
most, getting that back.

Ah, Gay. Look after
our friend, will you?

Mmm. You look gorgeous.

You look like a liar.

Someone's having fun.

Whatever makes him happy.

Well, we both know what
makes you happy, don't we?

That was a long time ago, Gerry.

Oh, no, no. Not me.

Sadly.

No, I'm talking about the
porn king. I mean, chauffeur.

- Dominic.
- That isn't very funny.

It wasn't meant to be funny.

- He's still around, isn't he?
- Pack it in.

No, where'd you find him?
Wasn't at a private viewing, was it?

I hope he didn't fast forward.

- I think you'd better go.
- Dominic says you certainly do.

No, I mean, fair play.

What's the point of being
a woman in your position

if you can't sample
the merchandise?

Ugh!

Now, that wasn't very nice.

Mr Bevan, I was
about to ring you.

I wanted to get the
office into shape first.

I wasn't worried
about the facilities.

I was in a meeting of the Crime
Policy Steering Committee this morning.

Good meeting?

There is concern
at the line of enquiry

your investigation
seems to be taking,

in particular the
time and resources

concentrated on
re-interviewing former officers.

Ian Lovett has
commendations for bravery.

Jack Halford has the
Queen's Police Medal.

We agreed that you should make

much more show out
of targeting the criminal,

especially as the criminal is
Wringer, who's guilty as hell.

Is he? That's not what our
enquiries lead us to believe.

I should think very carefully...

..before you settle upon
such a dangerous conclusion.

Wringer is innocent.

You asked me to do a job. Do I do
it properly or just make it look nice?

Sandra, you have a
great opportunity here,

a chance to create a truly
dynamic department of vision.

But you need a
better understanding

of the balance between
goals and function.

Sometimes, i.e. in the
case of Roddy Wringer,

the wrong result is the
right one, guilty or not.

Don! How's your piles?

Oh, Jack. Hello.

- I don't actually suffer any more.
- Excellent.

Sorry to interrupt. Ready when
you are. Have you asked Mr Bevan?

- Er... no. Not yet.
- We're going to a party.

Don't worry, you'll
be fine like that.

Oh, forgive me. This is PC
Clark. He's been a revelation.

Clark, this is Deputy
Assistant Commissioner Bevan,

who once, like you,
was merely a humble PC,

and now look at him.

And no piles. We need a warrant.

I think an application
from such a senior officer

would convince a
judge, don't you?

I think you're
forgetting yourself, Jack.

You don't actually
work in the job any more.

Remember?

Sometimes, i.e. in the
case of Roddy Wringer,

the wrong result is the
right one, guilty or not.

Hold the fort while we're gone.

Just the warrant,
Don, then we're all set.

Gerry!

You don't mind me
bringing a mate, do you?

Roddy Wringer, Brian
Lane. Ex-Inspector Lane.

Ooh. Ex.

Oh, I'm so pleased.

That means my damages won't be
coming out of your pocket, then, Brian.

Yeah, we were just talking about
what Roddy can expect, financially.

- Really?
- Thought you'd be interested.

- What is that prat doing here?
- Pullman's boss.

I was hoping you'd get to enjoy
the job before you found out.

If he's anything to do
with us, I don't want the job.

Look, I will keep him at
arm's length, I promise.

Jack, the last time I punched
him, he couldn't get up.

Next time, he won't. Do
you hear what I'm saying?

Excuse me, everybody,

but my solicitor tells me that we have
a very special guest, Mr Donald Bevan.

- Ah!
- Deputy Assistant Commissioner

- of the Metropolitan Police...
- Whooo!

..and a very important person.

- Sir, I am touched.
- So I've heard.

Mr Wringer, I am
Superintendent Pullman

from the Unsolved Crimes
and Open Case Initiative.

I'm here to acknowledge publicly
that as a result of our investigations,

we are happy to absolve you

from involvement in the
murder of Anna Dubrovski.

- Who are you?
- Aye aye, policeman's ball.

What's going on here?

Roderick Patrick Wringer,

I am arresting you for the
murder of William Alec Sefton

on or about 7th November 1980.

- You do not have to say anything...
- No!

- ..but it may harm your defence...
- You're not serious!

Gaynor Janice Wringer, I'm arresting
you for the murder of Anna-Maria Dubrovski

on 18th July 1981.

- What are you doing?
- Making an arrest, Roddy.

- She does it for a living.
- What are you on about?

- Gaynor wrote a letter, Roddy.
- You're out of your mind.

She stood by you. She
knew you didn't kill Anna

- because she did.
- You liar!

Your DNA's on
the letter, Gaynor.

It matches the sample
you gave us the other night.

What sample?

But she never knew it was you
and Eve Osbourne, did she, Roddy?

What?

You killed the wrong girl.

- You...!
- Sir!

Jack! Jack!

Sorry, Don, I'm not actually a
policeman any more, remember?

Same old glass jaw.

He isn't fully
following through.

Carrying too much weight.

Oh, good effort.

I don't know about you, but
she's making me very excited.

Get out of it!

You ruined my life!

You cow!

Oh, don't tell
me-no win, no fee.

Very nice.

- Mm.
- Mm.

Mmm.

Anyone ever tell you there's
no such thing as a free lunch?

Ah, but you were never a
cop in the '70s, were you?

It's hardly one of the
greatest days in Met history.

I wouldn't know anything
about that. I'm not a policeman.

Solved one murder, cleared
up another, perhaps more,

if some of Roddy's
other victims stand up.

What more do they want? Not
bad for a bunch of sad old men.

I don't suppose you lot are
taping this by any chance?

You really never were
a cop in the '70s, eh?

You're just a
bunch of criminals.

- Oh, hang on, now..
- Sorry!

Crooks. Bunch of old crooks.

I'll settle for that. Cheers.

♪ It's all right, it's okay

♪ Doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey

♪ It's all right,
I say, it's okay

♪ Listen to what I say

♪ It's all right, it's okay

♪ Doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey

♪ It's all right,
I say, it's okay

♪ Listen to what I say

♪ It's all right,
I say, it's okay

♪ Doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey

♪ It's all right,
I say, it's okay

♪ Listen to what I say

♪ It's all right, doing fine

♪ Doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine

♪ It's all right,
I say, it's okay

♪ We're getting
to the end of the day

♪ High tech, low
tech, take your pick

♪ 'Cause you can't teach
an old dog a brand new trick

♪ I don't care what anybody says

♪ At the end of the day

♪ There's a place
that I can find... ♪