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- You screwed up!
- You shoot one bloody dog...

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

Retired detectives? Should
they have their own teeth?

Dead... Dead... Dead...

Would be if I got hold of
him... You'd better advertise.

I didn't think 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...

The squad is small,
concentrating on...

It's her, innit?

Woof-woof, bang-bang!

UCOS - Unsolved Crime
and Open Case Initiative.

- Welcome to the squad. Drink?
- Brandy and Coke, thanks, sweetheart.

Superintendent Pullman's
your new guv'nor, not me.

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

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

You know how it is, Mary.
Talking things over with you

always took the edge off a case.

If you don't come back at me,
how will I make breakthroughs?

You know Jack. Is he mad?

I am, though.

Anthony Kaye was
killed and not by me.

I was set up. I got my
hands on it. The file.

I don't smoke, I don't
drink, I take my medication.

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

Warm, warm, warm, warm...

Warmer, warmer,
warmer, warmer...

Hot!

- Hello.
- I need to talk...

Of course. Would
you like to talk to me?

No offence, but no.

But that's a bus pass!

Alan?

You can't go in there!

You've seen my
pass - unlimited travel.

Carry on.

- Where is he?
- I'm going to call the police.

Sweetheart, I am
the sodding police!

At least until Alan bloody
Wearing got me kicked out!

You want to check your
volunteers. The man's...

- I can call an ambulance.
- ..in here.

I need your address.
I've got a pen...

Hello, Alan. Remember me?

♪ It's all right, it's OK

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

♪ It's all right, I say, it's OK

♪ 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 OK

♪ 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 ♪

When you say he cut
him off mid-sentence...

I mean, the man was on the phone to some
poor soul who was about to top himself,

and he cut the line
to get his full attention.

Clark! Do the honours

while Stan, Ollie and Rain Man try and
remember what it was like in the police.

26-year-old WPC Kate
Daniels. 1 5th October 1987.

Silenced bullet to the
head blew most of her brain

into the grass on Primrose Hill.

No direct witnesses. No
evidence left at the scene.

No motive. It had the
hallmarks of a professional hit...

- What's that noise?
- Bluh shooah.

- What?
- Blood sugar.

- Give us one.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

The brutal slaying of one
of us not absorbing enough?

Why don't you pass
round the sweets,

and I'll try and make this
death more entertaining?

Sorry.

You say there were
no direct witnesses.

Do we infer that
somebody saw something?

A six-year-old girl, Patricia Lee,
saw a man running from the scene,

so track her down.

Murder weapon?

Why this case has
been reactivated. Clark.

It occurred on the
eve of the storm of '87.

- Woke Mary. I slept right through it.
- Me too.

I said, "Why didn't you wake
me?" She said I looked too peaceful.

Clark!

The integrity of the
crime scene was lost,

so the case hung on
finding the murder weapon.

When it wasn't found,
the trail ran cold.

However, six weeks ago,
the Underwater Search Team,

looking for a missing
person in a lake,

found a cache of
small arms in a bin liner.

Clarky, please.

Spare us the carefully paced
build-up. They found the gun, right?

The build-up has been carefully
paced to maximise retention of all details.

Problem?

No, I haven't got a problem.

I want this woman's
killer caught.

Initial examination revealed that all
the recovered weapons were replicas,

except one.

That's the real one.

Nothing's dimmed his
powers of deduction.

Forensics ran a routine test of the gun
against ordnance from unsolved cases.

And it matched the bullet
that killed WPC Daniels. Got it.

Prints?

One set, belonging
to a Philip Sheppard.

Low IQ. Record for
shoplifting women's underwear

and two counts of
indecent exposure.

Not the profile of a
professional killer.

It's our only link,
so take a look.

Why not bring him in?

We've got the element
of surprise. Use it.

- I suggest two teams of two.
- Me and Jack.

- Don't I wash?
- Jack doesn't like Maltesers.

We'll take the flasher. Come on.

1983, Sheppard nicks knickers.

1984, nicks more
knickers and a bra.

1984, just a bra.

1985, more bras and a
packet of suspender belts.

- Getting saucier.
- 1986, thong teddy.

You're a man of the world.
What's a bloody thong teddy?

Don't ask me. My wife never dressed
up like a pornographic Christmas turkey.

Thong teddy...

Detective Superintendent
Pullman's phone.

Interesting.

- What?
- I'll ask.

Ma'am, Mr Bevan
wants to see you.

I'm busy. What's
interesting, Gerry?

At the time of death, Daniels had
two units of alcohol in her bloodstream,

nicotine from two cigarettes

and a portion of pork
scratchings in her stomach.

- That suggests she'd been to the pub.
- Do I say you're too busy, ma'am?

No, you say I've popped out,
and you'll give me the message.

I've already said "I'll ask,"
implying I was asking you.

She was in uniform
when she was shot.

Uniform do not wear
uniform having a pint.

- She was also wearing her raincoat.
- But she wasn't due back on duty.

- Yes or no, ma'am?
- No!

She'll be right up.

The modern police force
must be fully conversant

in all aspects of conversing with
the media - print and televisual.

I'm not against media open
days if they don't involve us.

Your unit is the embodiment of
how we think through the divide

between civilian and
police in an unflinching drive

to provide a better service.

- They're not performing seals, sir.
- No one's asking them to perform.

I think you
underestimate your team.

They've given more briefings
than you've had hot dinners.

Yeah, and consequently
Jack Halford loathes the press.

Gerry'll turn it into the Gerry
Standing show. And Brian Lane...

What about Brian Lane?

The last thing you need PR-wise

is Brian Lane pressing
the flesh of the fourth estate.

And if they've managed to effect the
arrest of the murderer of WPC Daniels

in time for the visit next
week, so much the better.

Next week? This case has
been lying dormant for... 17 years.

What more perfect illustration
of our dogged pursuit of justice?

Make me happy, Detective
Superintendent. That's your job.

Close the door on your way out.

You're not taking your
medication, are you?

- It was blunting me edge.
- I didn't know you had an edge.

I keep it under wraps
till the situation demands.

So storming the Samaritans the other
day was your edge unsheathed, was it?

You know me, Jack - stop
at nothing to get to the truth.

No harm was caused.
The caller called back again.

That is not the point, Brian. You
can only push this thing so far.

I was set up. My career
was cut unjustly short.

I'll push it as far
as it needs pushing.

What about Esther?
How far will you push her?

Alan Wearing was duty sergeant
when Anthony Kaye died in that cell.

He really knows what happened.

What about what's
really happening now?

What about your
deteriorating mental health?

What about your marriage?

What about looking for
something that may not be there?

- Who's that?
- Don't change the subject!

- No, I mean isn't that our man?
- Oh, bollocks!

I've been toying with
the idea of glasses.

What do you think?

Nana Mouskouri's
retarded half-brother.

What do you mean, toying with the
idea? You either need them or you don't.

No, you get the right
pair... it can take years off.

Off your eyes, but not your
wrinkles, your paunch or thinning hair.

All right, all right! Leave me
a crumb of bleedin' dignity.

David Dickinson!

Yeah, but without the
"David" or the "inson".

Miss Pullman?

Thank you.

Sorry to keep you.

Thanks for seeing us
at such short notice.

It took a moment to work out
what you were talking about.

What triggered
reopening the case?

We recently discovered
the murder weapon.

It's covered in the fingerprints
of somebody we're monitoring.

- The killer?
- Well, that's why we're here, Patricia,

to see if any details about the man
you saw have survived in your memory.

But you said you
have his fingerprints.

Surprising how many
hands a gun goes through.

If you positively identified our
suspect as the man you saw,

then it will certainly close the lid on
this case more than it is at the moment.

I was only six.

Yeah, of course you were.

Well, thanks for your time.

Though I do get this
recurring nightmare.

Nightmare?

As a child, my mother called
it my "running man dream".

Steady.

- I have tailed people before.
- We don't want to lose him.

And I thought the
point of going this slowly

was an exercise
in clutch control.

- Perhaps we'd be better on foot.
- What if he breaks into a run?

- Now, hang on, he's stopping.
- Glove compartment. Disabled sticker.

You sly old bugger.
They're like gold dust, these.

Unless your wife's disabled,

in which case it's
completely above board.

Until they find out
she passed away.

Do you want to pay for a ticket?

- Result.
- Huh! Hardly.

She said she'd
recognise him again.

She said she's 50%
sure she'd recognise him,

which in my book means it's
100% absolutely certain she won't.

I never took you for a
glass-half-empty person, Gerry.

If running man and Philip
Sheppard are one, we could nail this.

Yeah, well, it's a nice thought.

It's me, you daft dog.

You have two new messages.

I'll be home at the usual
time, Esther, love. Bye.

You're a disgrace, Lane!

You were a disgrace to the force

when they kicked you out
and you're a disgrace now!

How dare you barge into an
organisation where I'm highly respected

and accuse me of
conspiracy to a cover-up?

You've jeopardised a man's life.

You've thrown a question
mark over my character

throughout the
Samaritans organisation!

It's defamation and you will
be hearing from my solicitor!

- That really gets on my wick.
- Eh?

Either buy a newspaper
or don't buy a newspaper.

Don't stand there pretending
to choose, reading it for free.

He's not reading. He's waiting.

See? He keeps glancing into the
shop, like he's checking something out.

Hey up.

Looks like he's moved up from
the undies to the women inside them.

Scruffy? Come on!

- Four in three and a half hours.
- All of similar build, hair colour.

Petite blonde.

Bloody hell!

What?

We're surrounded by six
and a half million people,

yet you could walk up to me,

shoot me in the head
and walk away scot-free.

If somebody wants to do
something badly enough, they will.

But walk away scot-free?

I don't believe in scot-free.
Never have. Never will.

Mmm! This sushi's
fantastic. Try some.

No, thanks. Don't
want to ruin my appetite.

The girls are
treating me tonight.

That's nice.

You see, periodically,
the women in my life

compare me to other men, then
throw a little supper in my honour.

For you or at you?

Sorry. No, I actually think it
says a lot that they stay in touch.

I'm a naughty boy,
Sandra, not a bastard.

You know something...

I think she knew him.

What?

WPC Daniels...

I think she knew the
bloke who killed her.

If she was in that pub on
her own, the quantities of stuff

in her blood and her stomach would
have been double what they were.

She was never was a big
drinker. She hardly set foot in a pub.

Her drinking habits
weren't in the case file.

No, I... I asked around.

Nevertheless, I know women.

Gerry, supper or no supper,

being divorced three times
doesn't mean that you know women,

only that you know
how to piss them off.

All right. You go into
a pub on your own,

how many glasses of
wine you gonna have?

- By myself? One.
- Why?

Any more and some
predatory arsehole thinks

I'm game for his
reptilian charms.

And one drink looks like
you're waiting for someone.

Yeah, or...

..or loading up with Dutch courage
before going somewhere else.

One glass of wine, two cigarettes,
a full packet of pork scratchings.

I mean, not what you'd expect
if she'd been sharing them.

No, she was in
that boozer alone,

settling her nerves before
coming here and meeting her killer.

Philip Sheppard follows
women around town.

He latches on to one,
follows her for a bit,

latches on to another
and follows her.

And so on and so on.

The question is, could
this man kill a woman?

No, scrap that.

The question actually is, is this a
man who could kill a policewoman?

No, the real question is, could
this man kill a policewoman

in cold blood in broad daylight?

- Is this going somewhere?
- Oh, yes.

The women Sheppard
follows aren't aware of it.

He doesn't molest them in any
way. It's just how he spends his day.

- Why?
- Nutter.

We follow him following
four different women.

Woman 1...

..petite blonde.

Woman 2, petite blonde.

Woman 3, petite blonde.

- Woman 4, petite blonde.
- Nutter with a Barbara Windsor fetish.

- WPC Daniels...
- Petite blonde.

Petite blonde.

An ID parade?

We established that
Sheppard stalks women

matching the description
of Kate Daniels.

If Patricia Lee gave us a
positive ID on Sheppard...

And what do I get in return?

The same satisfaction
I'll get when we catch

whoever pulled the
trigger 17 years ago.

And the full cooperation of
my boys on your open day.

Is the correct
answer. Book a room.

Oh, come on, Esther.

Oh, bloody hell!

Turned her mobile off again.

We've got the ID for tomorrow.

A tenner says it's
a waste of time.

Um... before we move
on to the next level,

there's something
I should tell you.

I was in the same year as Kate
Daniels at Hendon. I knew her personally.

Does it have any
bearing on the case?

Well, no, but it may explain why
I seem more driven than usual.

Then you also knew Nick Gilbert.

- Nick Gilbert?
- Yeah. He's in the case file.

Mentioned in passing, Brian.
Nevertheless. You knew him?

- Yeah. Yeah, I knew him. But...
- Who's Nick Gilbert?

An ex-boyfriend of Daniels,
routinely interviewed in '87.

They had an affair at
Hendon, before he dropped out

and became a security guard.

Gilbert was wounded in an armed
robbery two years before Daniels was shot.

He was hoovered up in the sweep.

Anyway, I just thought
you ought to know.

- Good teams shouldn't have secrets.
- We appreciate you telling us.

No worries.

What?

Nothing.

So we cram a whole
nightclub full of Asian witnesses

into our recreation room, right?

Now, we don't know that
under the ping-pong table

is a telephone
with an outside line.

For seven solid hours, 220 people
ring India, Pakistan, Bangladesh,

any long-distance
number they can think of.

Oh, my God!

The bill came to five figures.
My boss slaughtered me.

Typical Gerry.

Too busy to see what
was under his nose.

Sex like that with
you as well, was it?

Oh, I always found
him very attentive.

I'd love to see you
with a female boss.

Now, listen, you.

This was a lovely dinner, and
I would like to propose a toast.

To the women who
have made my life

emotionally richer
and financially poorer -

my ex-wives.

To the ex-wives.

And, of course, my
beautiful children.

Caitlin, whose taste
in music keeps me...

Young?

No, addicted to aspirin.

And Amelia. Having you made
being married to her almost bearable.

- Oi! Cheeky sod!
- Amelia.

Amelia!

And Paula. A daughter that any
man would give his eye-teeth for.

- Paula.
- Paula!

- And her baby.
- Paula's baby!

- What did you just say?
- You heard, Dad.

- Baby?
- To Grandpa Gerry.

Grandpa Gerry.

How?

Well, I don't know how
much you know already,

but first the man
takes off his trousers...

That's not funny, Paula,
not bloody funny at all.

What does what's-his-name
think about this?

- I haven't told him.
- How could you be so careless?

You know what this means?

I'm lumbered with that prat
as the father of my grandchild.

He's not the father. He's
merely the sperm donor.

- Paula, a child needs two parents.
- Mum said you'd say that.

She told me that when she totalled up
the number of hours you were around,

it amounted to one and
a half days out of seven.

Well, what about money? Huh?

Let me tell you, babies need
money - lots - from the first day.

Who's gonna pay for it?

- I'm working.
- And who's gonna look after it?

I can't believe you! You
know which century we're in?

Listen, Paula.
This is reality...

and this is you.

Now, how do we bring these two together
without me writing out a big cheque

for a load of dosh
that I don't have?

How long have you had
this obsession with money?

Since my ex-wives
started relieving me of it.

So, she went out shopping.
She brought the shopping home.

She put the shopping on
the kitchen table unpacked.

Unusual for Esther.
Very unusual. Why?

The question is, why?

No, Brian. The question
is, where is she now?

No. The question is, why
has she turned her mobile off?

No, no...

Come on, lad. Get a grip.

The question is, where are
my pills? Then where is Esther?

Then is the dog with Esther?

Then why is Esther
wherever she is

with or without the dog
when she should be here?

OK. OK.

Focus.

Question one...

Question one is...
where are me pills?

Me pills are...

Me pills are...

..down the lavatory.

So, Sandra, can you tell me,

what is it you're hoping to
gain from these sessions?

Well, um...

I'd like to come to grips with
certain destructive patterns

of behaviour in my life.

Destructive to...?

Mainly myself, but also...

..also to others.

The last relationship I had
was with a married man.

In fact, most of
my relationships

have been with men
involved with other women.

When was the first
time this happened?

During my training at
Hendon Police College.

Go on.

Two other recruits had started
seeing each other and I...

well, I couldn't
have that, could I?

Why couldn't you?

I've always been excessively competitive
in whatever I do, wherever I am.

I can't help it. And um... at
Hendon, I had to be the top recruit.

But I also had to be the most
popular with the girls, um...

..and um... the most
attractive to the guys.

And this other girl, Kate,
she had it all going for her.

Everyone liked her. I
was the top recruit...

..but everyone liked
her more as a person.

As I say, all my life I've aimed
at being the best in whatever I do.

But it's not the same as trying
to be the best person I can be.

And winning things - prizes,
awards, other people's fellas...

..not the same.

No.

What's that you're
writing? "Bitch"?

"Breakthrough", with a small B.

One of my more superior efforts,
Mary. If you don't mind me saying so.

She's left me, Jack! She's
only gone and bloody left me!

She's even taken the dog.

How bad must it be to
take a dog you can't abide?

Buckle up, Mary. It's
going to be a long night.

I know, I should've knocked on
his door and asked how he was.

The man was sobbing his heart
out. You were always better at that.

Anyway, Esther's only gone
to her sister's in Cockfosters.

He's coming. Speak later.

- Sleep well?
- I got off about two.

- That's a good six hours.
- Woke up at half three.

That's not so good.

Tried getting off by
reading the case file.

- And?
- Didn't work.

Oh, dear.

- Something started niggling at me.
- Yes?

- I'm not sure.
- Can you be a bit more specific?

Nick Gilbert, one-time
boyfriend of Kate Daniels.

Dropped out of Hendon
Police College, April 1985.

Various jobs, then taken on
by a security firm, October '85.

Wounded in service, January '86.

You think Gilbert went after
Daniels? The rage of a jilted lover?

Like I said, I'm not sure.

- Toast?
- No, no...

I'm not hungry.

Right. Thanks. Bye.
Patricia Lee's just arrived.

I'll do the ID parade.
You two observe.

Just carry on.

If she gives us a positive ID,
we'll move to interview immediately.

Brian, stay with Clark.

Rehearse the answers to the
questions for Bevan's media open day.

- What answers?
- What questions?

- What media bloody open day?
- Come on.

Take all the time
you need, Patricia.

A pony says she spots him.

A monkey says she won't.

"What is the major
difference in the police

"compared to when
you first joined?"

- The cars are faster.
- In answer to this question,

Mr Bevan wants you to talk about
the use of technology in smart policing.

- Smart policing?
- Yeah.

What, like nicer uniforms?

I don't think that's
what's meant here.

- Let me ask you a question.
- About this?

- About Nick Gilbert.
- But Mr Bevan...

But nothing. Just listen.

Nick Gilbert met Kate
Daniels at college.

In his interview in '87, he
said he was her first real love.

They had a passionate
affair, but it didn't work out.

Gilbert dropped out of Hendon
just before the end of training.

- OK.
- He can't be a copper,

so he goes into related work.

- Security.
- Becomes a guard on security vans.

He's the victim of an armed robbery.
He's shot and confined to a wheelchair.

Now, any link between
Gilbert and the gang responsible

is dismissed owing to the
severity of the injuries he sustained.

However, my question to you...

If you were robbing a security van
and wanted to immobilise a guard,

where would you shoot him?

In the head?

You'll notice, Clarky,
I said immobilise,

not kill instantly in an
unnecessary bloodbath.

- The leg?
- The leg.

Very good. Leg.

- Or the foot.
- Let's just stick with the leg.

Both legs.

- One leg would suffice.
- But two to make sure.

It's a 30-second situation.

Shoot him in the leg,
he's not going anywhere.

But if I've already shot him in one
leg, he's stuck in situ. Might as well.

Bang number one, he can't move.
Bang number two, he really can't move.

Get your coat, son.

- I feel such a fool. I'm sorry.
- It's been 17 years.

You did say there was
only a 50-50 chance.

I've got an idea.

Patricia, will you
come with me, please?

Just hang on.

Now, you sit here, Patricia.

And whatever you hear and
whatever you see, just sit there.

You're perfectly safe.

Do you have a bad
feeling about this?

I don't have a
particularly good feeling.

I'll stop him.

I was just gonna say too late.

Right! Out! Out!

- Running man?
- Number four.

- Are you sure?
- Number four. Definitely.

Philip Sheppard.

Do you have any idea
what you've done?!

We made a positive
ID of a major suspect.

You caused the unnecessary
evacuation of the entire building!

- I thought...
- I set off the alarm

to create similar conditions
to those in which our witness

originally saw the suspect.

This sort of thing is not your
style, Detective Superintendent.

We now have a firm ID.

The alarm probably should
not have been set off...

Probably?

But ask any of the officers
temporarily inconvenienced right now,

and they'll say
they're glad it was.

You will consider this
an official reprimand.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Now get out.

You didn't have to do that.

Bevan would've used
it to get rid of you.

- Well, thanks a lot.
- Don't thank me.

You're contradictory,
reactionary and ill-disciplined.

But?

You're occasionally inspired.

- She thinks I'm occasionally inspired.
- You think she's finished.

Do that again, and I'll
have your balls for earrings.

Now she's finished.

Smoke?

I like your hair.

Oi! When you talk to Detective
Superintendent Pullman,

you look her in the face, right?

You like blondes,
don't you, Philip?

Blondes have more fun.

I like to have more fun too.

So you follow
blondes for your fun?

There's no law against
walking behind people.

Wanna bet?

You like guns too,
don't you, Philip?

- Guns are boring.
- You used to.

- Maybe.
- No maybe about it.

We found all your guns in the
lake where you dumped them.

Why did you do that?

I got into knives. And swords.

I ran out of room, so I
dumped them in the lake.

- What if kids had found them?
- They was all harmless replicas.

- I collected replicas.
- All but one.

I'm now showing Mr Sheppard a
Browning 9mm automatic pistol.

Sorry to have to come round and
take you over old ground, Mr Gilbert.

Sometimes the past just won't
release us until it's good and ready, eh?

Tell me about it.

Oh, yes, of course.
No offence intended.

None taken.

Yes, Kate Daniels was a
smashing girl, by all accounts.

Not a day goes by that
I don't think about her,

who she was, who she'd be today.

My, oh, my!

- Meet the wife and kids.
- Sorry?

Part of rehab for paraplegics is coming
to terms with loss of sexual function.

You're encouraged to divert
your energies into hobbies.

I used to keep guppies
meself, but nothing on this scale.

I was strictly a freshwater man.
Marine's a whole other kettle of fish.

You really don't
have to patronise me.

I can assure you, I wouldn't.

Only somebody incredibly
condescending would agree

that these tanks were a
substitute for female company.

I didn't believe they
were for a moment.

Tell you the truth, you
have us at a disadvantage.

We were rather expecting
you in a wheelchair.

- Sorry to disappoint you.
- No, no. It's wonderful news.

But you were in one in 1987,

when you were interviewed
bout the Kate Daniels murder?

Yeah, I was.

The result of being
shot during a robbery?

The bullet went through my leg,

ricocheted off the van
floor and into my back.

That's right, I remember.

Detective Superintendent
Pullman explained it to me.

- Pullman?
- She's our boss.

Sandra Pullman?

Of course! You were at
Hendon together, weren't you?

She'll be over the moon
to hear you're on your feet.

When she asks me how it came
about, what should I tell her?

Take a look in the tank.

In the treasure chest.
What do you see?

What do you see,
Clark? I'm long-sighted.

- A bullet.
- New surgical techniques

allowed them to remove
it three years ago.

Relieved the pressure on my spine,
gave me limited movement in my legs.

Remarkable.

Really?

14 years too late, as
far as I'm concerned.

Best years of my life completely
lost. On medication for the duration.

Could I trouble you for a cuppa?

All this water's given
me a raging thirst.

You see her, don't realise
she's a policewoman

because of her raincoat,

you follow her, hide in a
bush like a perv and watch her.

I didn't shoot no policewoman!

OK. I accept that.
You didn't shoot her.

- But you did follow her.
- I didn't shoot her.

I'm not saying that. I'm
suggesting you saw who did.

You saw her shot. Did the killer
chuck the weapon into the undergrowth?

Did they then just stroll away?

Did you leave your hidey-hole,

step over a dead woman
and retrieve the gun? Close?

I didn't have to
climb over no one.

After he shot her,
he wiped the gun,

put it in a paper bag
and put it in a bin.

- And then just walked off?
- Yeah.

And what did you do?

Well, I collected
guns, didn't I?

So... I collected it.

- Oi!
- What?

Stop crucifying yourself.

You got Sheppard to admit
that he saw the shooter.

His description of the
killer bordered on useless.

Come on, cheer up. A total
lack of decent witnesses,

the location, the bloody
great storm afterwards...

it's hardly surprising that the
original investigation stalled

at the first fence.

- You got a lot further than most.
- Yeah, well, not far enough.

Anyway, your prediction of defeat has
been borne out. You must be chuffed.

Yesterday, perhaps. Not today.

Why, what's happened
in the last 24 hours?

I have learned that I am
gonna be... a grandfather.

- You're joking?
- No, I'm not.

Paula, the oldest. The coven
gathered last night to tell me.

I thought that was a
supper in your honour.

Surprise!

Well, that's
wonderful! New life.

A little Gerry to teach how to
say, "You're nicked, you slag."

Congratulations!

Pullman.

Clark... Clark, say that
again, only much, much slower.

Could do with a bit of salt.

- Next one along.
- This is Mary's condiment cupboard.

Esther thinks it makes more
sense to keep the condiments

in a cupboard above the oils.

- Orange squash?
- Cupboard under the sink.

Near the taps. It's a more systematic
approach to the kitchen arena.

Tell me, Brian, where would
Esther keep the telephone?

In the hall.

- Jack Halford.
- You won't believe this.

Where's the idiot savant?
He's not at his house.

That's because he's
here. I'm about to kill him.

Please don't tell me I can't.

Look, it's difficult
for a lad like Clark

to tell a senior
officer what he can...

He's not a senior officer!
You're all just senior citizens!

Excuse me! I'm only 57.

Do rules of evidence
mean anything to you?

Taking the bullet
makes it inadmissible.

I had no choice.

Asking for it would arouse
suspicion enough for him to refuse.

- We have official channels.
- I was thinking on my feet.

Whatever you were doing,
you certainly weren't thinking!

You have potentially
jeopardised this entire unit.

If word gets out that not
only are we cutting corners

but forgetting
that corners exist...

we're closed down.

I'm sorry.

I got carried away.

- I'm under a lot...
- It's all right, Brian.

No, it's not bloody all right!

Gerry is becoming a grandfather.

You're coming to terms
with being a widower.

We've all got our problems, Jack.
The difference is we leave them at home.

We've got another bullet from the gun
that killed Daniels, and a new witness.

Yeah, who I've now got to interview
with one hand behind my back!

- That's a bit harsh.
- You think she's finished.

One more thing.

Amazingly intuitive
work, Brian. Thank you.

Gerry, Clark, you're with me.

Jack. Take him home and tie him
to something large and immobile.

Now she's finished... grandad.

You heard the lady. Come
on. Let's get you home.

And where would that be, Jack?
Without Esther, I don't have a home.

I understand, Brian.

How can you possibly understand?

Hey! You mislaid
your wife. I lost mine!

This is what they
wanted - to destroy me.

Oh, for pity's sake, man!

They won't rest till
I've lost everything,

me job, me marriage, me mind...

Who, Brian? For weeks, you've rattled
on about a conspiracy to destroy you

that started when
a drug dealer died.

But you never say who's
behind it. You never say who.

Wearing knows who!

Wearing knows nothing.
You know how I know?

I rang him and asked him.

I didn't kick his door
in or chloroform him,

I rang him, told him what you'd
been going through and asked him.

- He didn't have a clue.
- What else would he say?

You've got to face
the truth and move on.

It's the truth I'm
trying to face.

No. It's the truth
you're trying to avoid.

- But you know what the truth really is.
- No!

The truth is that, like
legions of stressed coppers,

you took pills and drink to
cope, and you made a mistake.

No!

You're mortal, Brian,
like the rest of us.

If you don't believe me,

look how completely lost
you are without your Esther.

Well, well, well. Sandra
Pullman. You look...

- Be nice.
- Like a copper.

Well, as that's what I am,
I'll take that as a compliment.

- Have they given you tea, coffee?
- It was offered. I refused.

- I don't, remember?
- Of course.

And anyway, at
this time of night...

Yeah, I apologise for that.

It's just that I couldn't
wait to see you.

- I am flattered.
- You should be.

Who'd have thought,
eh, all those years ago,

that Kate would
end up in the ground,

me a cripple and you a
Detective Superintendent?

- Ain't life a bitch?
- No, no. It's much worse than that.

Anyway, it's late and I'm tired,

and I really hoped never to see
you again, so what do you want?

I just want to talk about you.

Couldn't I just
ring the doorbell?

Would Spencer Tracy
ring the doorbell?

Esther knows I'm
no good at that stuff.

We're showing her the new Brian,

and the new Brian is bloody
marvellous at all that stuff. Off you go.

Aaargh!

Bloody hell!

Tell me about the shooting.

- She was shot on Primrose Hill.
- Not hers. Yours.

Mine?

Getting shot in the
back was a terrible...

Tragedy? Yes, thank
you. Now can I go?

I wasn't going to say "tragedy".
I was going to say mistake.

The gang only meant to
shoot you in the leg, right?

- How would I know?
- That was the arrangement.

A single slug to the leg, heroic status,
lot of blood, minimal long-term damage,

and more importantly... minimal suspicion
that you were the man on the inside.

You know,

Kate was twice the
woman you were, Sandra.

You still slept with me.

- You offered it on a plate.
- I'm not making any excuses.

- It was the worst mistake of my life.
- And I faked every orgasm.

Let's get back to the robbery.

How much was your cut?

How much more for
the pop in the leg?

OK. How much extra
for the ricochet in the back

and being confined
to a wheelchair?

Oh, now we're getting
somewhere. So no compensation?

Still, you were never one to
accept less than your share,

as demonstrated
by sleeping with me.

So what did you do? Threaten the
gang? "More money or I'll squeal"?

- If you're not charging me, I'll go.
- I didn't intend to charge you.

You were always
a self-centred prick.

This is about a woman who
was better than both of us.

Then let her rest in peace.

- I can't until I know who killed her!
- You're calling me self-centred?

How did you get
her involved, Nick?

- She owed me.
- She owed you.

When she found out
about our little fling,

I begged her to forgive
me, but she wouldn't.

It destroyed me so
much I dropped out.

Is that the truth? I
want the truth, Nick.

You betrayed Kate
by sleeping with me.

Again by getting her
involved in armed robbery.

Are you gonna
betray her a third time

by letting her killers
her get away with it?

Tell me the truth, Nick, and let's
lay this case to rest once and for all.

Esther!

Esther! It's me, Brian!

Esther!

- Brian?
- It's me.

Brian! Shh! Quiet!

- Come on home, love.
- What?

I'm finished with it, Esther.

Finished with Anthony
Kaye? The conspiracy?

With harassing people that
only you think are involved

in some sort of cover-up?

I can't change what's happened.

I can only let it destroy
us, and I don't want that.

I won't let it.

I want a future with the woman I
love more than anything in the world.

And me dog. And
I'm back on the pills.

Forgive me...

Forgive me, and bloody
well come home with me.

I'm getting too old
for this, Mary, love.

I promise you, as
soon as he goes home,

I'll put everything
back in its rightful place.

What do you mean,
"assuming he does go home"?

- Esther?
- Oh!

Thank you! Thank you!

I was going nowhere in security,

and all the time I was
aware of you and Kate

beginning your
inexorable rise up the force.

So when I was
approached about a job...

Well, you know me
and temptation, Sandra.

Go on.

And yeah, the bullet in the
leg was supposed to be my alibi.

It was meant to
be a flesh wound.

When I demanded a bigger cut

to compensate for
getting it in the back,

I was told
unceremoniously to piss off.

You do surprise me.

I tried blackmailing them,
but... they called my bluff.

So I approached Kate to
hand her the whole thing.

Armed robbery would be a big
feather in a young constable's cap.

Not to mention absolution
for cheating on her.

You don't get
anything for nothing.

I guess she hadn't managed to completely
snuff out all her feelings for me.

When she saw the state I was in

she told me she couldn't
let me throw away my life.

She said that she would
talk to the gang on my behalf,

in her official capacity, scare them
into... coughing up what I was owed.

Only they weren't so
easily scared, were they?

And killing her shut
you both up... for good.

Names, addresses, telephone
numbers. Whatever you've got, Nick.

We owe it to Kate.

Both of us.

Shit! Bevan!

Our primary goal is, of
course, crime solution.

To this end, I am pleased to
introduce one of our newest

and most successful initiatives.

This has involved the
re-recruitment of retired officers

to a unit that utilises
their vast experience.

As I speak, we are arresting
the killer of a policewoman

murdered nearly 20 years ago

as a direct result of
investigation by these men.

They'll be only too happy to answer
any questions about their operation.

Their minds are as sharp
now as in their heyday.

Mid-morning nap.

Pullman!

♪ It's all right, it's OK

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

♪ It's all right, I say, it's OK

♪ 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 OK

♪ 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

♪ A drink or two to ease my mind

♪ Golden days

♪ It's all right,
take your time... ♪