All language subtitles for New.Tricks.S03E06.Bank.Roberry.DVDRip.doob.eng

Save me the trip down
memory lane, will you, son?

And in case it has escaped your
memory, technically you are still
an escaped criminal. Now come on!

Whoa! Not so fast, Gerry.

I've got bunions.
Bunions?

You've put on a bit of suet,
haven't you, Gerry?

The old barnet's a bit thinner now!

Do those bunions give you jip,
do they? Bloody agony.

Welcome home.

Gerry!

# 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. #

Come on, how much further?

I'm not driving you around all day!

Stop! Eh? Stop!

What? What the hell's going on?
What's going on?

Where's the George and Drag?

Hang on, where's the bleeding road?

What have they done
with the East End, Gerry?

MUSIC PLAYS "Colonel Bogey"

I hit the wrong button.

That was Colonel Bogey
from Bridge Over The River Kwai

as interpreted
by the band of the Grenadier Guards.

He actually meant to play
Tom Jones singing Sex Bomb.

It's my new laptop.

Is it? Yeah, it's fully loaded.

It's got this amazing music program.

It's kind of
a digital music library.

I've converted my entire
collection of long-playing band
marching records to MP3 format.

I've got the whole bloody lot
on my hard drive. It's incredible!

Each individual sound wave is
transmogrified. Brian, Brian.

Not that I don't find this
conversation fascinating,

but can we reschedule it
for a more convenient time?

Not at all. When do you fancy?

How about when hell freezes over?
Where's Gerry?

And don't say emergency dental work
again. It demeans you.

He's gone to see an informant
to follow up a line of enquiry.

Oh, yeah? Rang him to say he had
fresh information
on the Finsbury Park job.

April 26th, 1987.

A three-man team hit the GS Bank.

It was a right botch-up.
They left without any money.

Probably because one of the cashiers
had his face blown away.

It had all the hallmarks
of one Ray Cook.

Ray Cook. They could never
pin it on him, though.

I heard him on the radio
coming into work this morning.

How having a history as
a psychopathic gangster qualifies
you to be a celebrity is beyond me.

Well, he's a respected author now.

Yeah and I'm a virgin. This
informant of Gerry's, is he reliable?

Oh, yeah.

Uh-huh.

Can't wait(!)

You're probably wondering
what brought me back.

Not really.

It's my son Danny's 18th
on Thursday.

So what exactly am I looking
for down here, Pete?

I haven't seen him or Linda in
17 years. I couldn't not be there.

Not for my lad's 18th. Urgh.

This is like looking for a needle in
a very dark, very smelly haystack.

I knew it'd be risky.
So I thought to myself,

"If you give that nice Mr Standing
something he'll appreciate,

"he'll make sure
nothing remiss happens."

Stand-up Standing
we used to call you.

Hold on.

Hold on!

Aha!

There you go!

Have a look at that.

So what is it?

Search me. I was told everything
you need to know was down there.

Oh, no, don't tell me
that's a souvenir.

A tape.

Oh. ..Hold on,
there's something else down here.

Well, have a dig around.

It might be something important.

There you go.

Pete?

Pete?

I've just been going
through the original file.

Cook's got a rock-solid alibi.
Which was?

He was in the London Hospital
at his beloved mother's deathbed.

Says who? His signature.

Mr R Cook on the organ release form.

Funny how his sort always love
their mothers. Happy to kill
anyone else's of course.

We just don't have any
evidence to nail him.

I'm back bearing gifts.

Oh. Where have you been?

Have a look at this.

Oh, 12-bore, double-barrelled
shotgun.

Sawn off to 10 inches.

The weapon of choice for your
career bank robber in the late '80s,
including Ray Cook.

Who was at his dear mother's
bedside at the time of the robbery.

Oh, charming. What's that?

It's a tape. Of what? I don't know.
Kajagoogoo's greatest hits?

Oh, come on, we've got to have a go.

All right, we'll do it.
I just don't want any cock-ups. That
shooter goes straight to ballistics.

And the tape should be logged, bagged
and sent to the forensic audiologist.

I don't want anyone mucking around
with this stuff. Is that clear?

Yep. Absolutely.

Oh!

Oh, Gerry!

D'you think I don't know?

This is original CCTV
footage of the raid.

Outside, there was a driver in
a white transit van that was stolen
in Chiswick the previous week.

The other two guys were both armed -

one with a sawn-off shotgun,
the other a handgun.

Now here's our man.

Just watch what happens next.

They start to threaten the cashiers
who duly oblige by
emptying the tills.

Who's that arguing with the shooter?
Phil Henderson.

Phil Henderson, the have-a-go hero.

Brave bloke.
Bloody idiot!

Why risk his life to protect someone
else's money? The bank's insured.

That's a little cynical, Sandra!

I suppose the charitable view is

that he feels some old-fashioned
sense of responsibility,
selflessness.

And the vicious git who did that
is still out there.

That could have been Ray Cook
a couple of decades ago.

Sawn-off shotgun, same build,
same sort of crime.

His autobiography is out.
The hardest geezer in town.

I got it at the airport today.
Airport?

Yeah, my...my grass came back.

Pete Macintyre. Holiday? Hardly.

He jumped prison in '88 and he
spent the rest of the time ducking
and diving all over the world.

And he's back because?

His son's 18th.

He wants to be there.
How heart-warming(!)

You were the welcoming committee
for a convicted criminal who's been
on the run for the last 18 years?

Yeah. You'd better pray that
the evidence you brought in
helps us nail Ray Cook.

Er, Guv? Guv?

This information wasn't free.

Sure, Gerry. As long as you're OK
with the official procedure
for registering informants.

Get him in, give him
a risk assessment,

formal contract, pseudonym
and put him on the database.

And then present me with
the appropriate receipts.

Shouldn't be a problem.

LAUGHTER

Gerry Standing!

Hello, Linda. Don't tell me
another wife's slung you out.

Oh, no, no.

Listen, have you seen Pete?
Are you having a laugh?

No, not really.

You'd better come in.

Thank you.

Switch the telly off, love.

This is my son Danny. Hiya.

Hello, Danny.

What's wrong, Gerry?
Has something happened to him?

No, no, no, but he's back.

He hasn't been in touch?

Not so much as a phone call or a
postcard, not for 17 bleeding years.

I picked him up from the airport,
then he buggered off.

Oh, these are for you and Danny
from Pete.

It's his birthday on Thursday.

We're having a party.
Yeah, Pete said.

He remembered.

You should never have let him
get banged up, Gerry.

Prison is no place for a grass.

He was guilty! Since when does
that make a blind bit of difference?

He must have been terrified in
there and because of that my son's
grown up without a father.

Did he know Ray Cook?

Pete knew everyone.

That was his business,
other people's secrets.

That stuff can get you killed,
though.

Where is he, Gerry?
Are you being straight with me?

Nah, nah, he's all right,
he'll turn up.

Look, if you hear anything,
give us a call, will you? OK.

Cheers. I'll let myself out.

Actually, I'm trying to
trace a - what d'you call it? -
organ donor release form.

Yes, signed by Ray Cook
on April 26th 1987.

Yeah, that's right.

Hey, the robbery.

On the tape, it's the robbery!

Yeah, yeah, well, as quick as
you can, please. Thank you.

Have a listen through these.

It's a bit unclear but you can just
make out what sounds like
shouting and hollering.

Then there's a bang.
It's a sawn-off.

I'll stake my life on it.
GUNSHOT ON TAPE

He's right. I think he's right!

I'm always right. For I am
the man they call Brian Lane.

I'm impressed. Normally takes
forensics eight weeks to return
anything. Yeah.

You did send it off, Brian?

Well, actually...

I'm sorry. I thought I made myself
perfectly clear, but apparently not.

Or is it that you've shown
a flagrant disregard for
police procedure again?

No, Guv'nor, I haven't.
I sent the tape yesterday.

I delivered it by hand.

I just downloaded it first
onto my computer, you know
like Colonel Bogey, remember?

I don't care how much
of a resident genius you are,

I will not tolerate insubordination
on a major murder enquiry.
Bloody clever, though.

We've got a tape
recording of the robbery.

Is Cook on it? We can't tell yet.

Tread carefully. He's
a vicious psychopath but the public
love him and he interviews well.

Who have you spoken to from
the original team? No-one.

There was a DCI Braithwaite who led
the enquiry but he died in January.

And DS Rob Petty
who was second in command.

Oh, that shit...

Well, I'm sure you'll act
with discretion regardless
of any personal feelings.

Six o'clock, tonight?
I'll pick you up.

Don't worry.
I'll get a taxi. I thought
we might have a quick drink first.

Well, I don't think I'm going
to have much time, but thank you.

OK, I'll see you at 6.30, then.

What's he look like,
this Geoff Lyons? No idea.

Is he still working for the bank?

Not any more.
He was the bank's head of security
at the time of the murder.

Jack Halford? Geoff Lyons?

Yeah. Thank you for helping us out.

This is a colleague of mine,
Brian Lane.

How do you do?
It's all fixed, they're expecting us.

More cameras than there used to be,
but it hasn't really changed.

Halford?

Did we ever meet through the
Memorial Trust? Your ex-job?

Yeah, left in '85.

Where would ex-coppers be
without the security industry?

In the back garden
with a watering can.

Well, gentlemen, come this way.

I'm sure we'll be able to sort
you out one way or another.

The electronic lock on this door.

It wasn't working, was it?
No, the engineers had recently
fitted a new alarm system.

It was temperamental. It's all
in the original investigation.

Anyway, I was Area Head of
Security, so I got the blame.

Sacked? Yeah.

I'm a travel agent now. Worse
thing that can happen is someone's
luggage ends up in Reykjavik.

This way.

It was a terrible thing. Terrible.

Have you met him yet?

Ray Cook? No, not yet.

Our paths crossed a couple of times.

He's a nasty piece of work.

Then he gets an O-level, tells
a few jokes on the telly and now he's
the darling of the cocktail set.

I hope you can make this
one stick, I really do.
BUZZ

Or they could have been
buzzed through of course.

Sorry? The cashier presses a buzzer
under the desk and the door opens.

Someone could have
buzzed the robbers through.

You're talking about an inside man?

They interviewed everybody here,
including me. And? Well, nothing.

Everyone was as clean as a whistle.

Anyone checked our have-a-go hero -
Phil Henderson? The victim?

Just because he was killed
doesn't mean he wasn't involved.

Check out his PoB, where he
grew up etcetera, etcetera.

And see if he could have
crossed paths with Ray Cook.

Jack, could I have a word?

Um...

am I a cynic? I mean, I know it goes
with the job and everything...

Do you drink too much?
No. Do you take backhanders? No.

Do you beat your wife?
Unlikely scenario but no.

You've got nothing to worry about.
You're just doing your job.

Sometimes I wonder what
the job is doing to me.

Eureka!

Hoxton!

Hoxton? Both Ray Cook
and Phil Henderson come from Hoxton.

That is more than a coincidence.

Mr Cook? Excuse me?!

Ah, morning, gentlemen and
the beautiful lady, of course.

Jack Halford, Gerry Standing,
Brian Lane and I'm Detective
Superintendent Sandra Pullman.

Charmed. This is Sue from
Save The Sumatran Tiger. Grrrr!

You'll be shocked to hear
that there are people

who are prepared to cut the
genitalia off these beautiful beasts

and re-market it
as an aphrodisiac for some lazy fat
ponce who can't get his leg over.

But apparently you can go all night.

Drives the ladies crazy. Takes them
to a...different place entirely.

Such as Finsbury Park 1987?

Er...just a minute, Sue.

I think, um...

you're a little out of
touch with this, Sandra.

I'm a best-selling author, not some
toe-rag you can jump on day or night
whenever the fancy takes you.

If you want an appointment,
you ring my secretary, OK?

Come on, you little monsters,
let's get the show on the road.

Ray...

We're investigating a bank robbery.

It's not too serious apart
from the fact that some
bloke got his face shot off.

OK, I'll give you five.

We found a gun. Oh, good for you.

Yeah, sawn-off 12 bore. You always
fancied a sawn-off, didn't you, Ray?

The old urban cowboy
shooting the ceiling tiles out.

Listen to me, you...mugs,

that Finsbury Park job
was a bloody disgrace.

They left empty-handed
and they decorated the gaff
with some prat's face.

Does that sound like a Ray Cook job?

My name and reputation is my brand.

It's my business, OK?

Interview over. We still need to
know what you were doing that day.

Now, I'm only going
to say this once.

On April 26th 1987, my mother
breathed her last painful breaths
in the London Hospital.

Now following a massive aneurism,

she suffered bravely and in great
pain until the end. Now where do
you think I was that day?

D'you think I was out doing some
poxy bank job,

or at my mother's bedside?

It was my mother
dying in the hospital, you bastards!

Cameras may love you, Ray,
but I don't.

Now if you shot Phil Henderson,
I'm going to prove it

and then it won't be some
tiger's nuts that'll need
saving, it'll be yours.

What's funny? Not funny,
just amusing, Sandra.

Care to share it? Yeah,
I mean, there's you, the hard-assed
fast-tracked female copper

and me,
the glamorous former villain.

I mean it's all role playing,
isn't it?

How's that, then?
I mean, let me ask you.

What do you see when you look at me?

Do you see a villain
or do you see a man?

A man who had the bottle to go out
and grab what he wanted out of life.

No matter what your mothers
teach you, men like me
excite women like you.

We make your pulses race.

Oh, yeah, you know. You may spend
your life hunting us down, but
you still want to have our kids.

Now, a more educated man than myself
might find that somewhat ironic.

See you soon, Ray.

Yeah, can't be too soon, mate.

What do you want? Will you sign this
for the wife, please, Ray?

If you paid for it, I'll sign it.

Actually, I nicked it off my mate.

I'm not surprised, you villain.

Will you put
"to Esther, with love"?

To Esther,

with love,

Ray Cook.

Smashing. Yeah, enjoy it.

Thank you.

All I'm saying is he's got a point.

Why blow away your own inside man?
Because Ray Cook's a nasty,
raving psychopath.

That's reason enough in my book.
Yeah, but he still has an alibi.

Once Phil was no longer useful, bang!

Dead men don't talk.

And the original enquiry didn't make
the connection between Phil and Ray.

No, because they never suspected the
victim. They weren't cynical enough.

Oh, knockout!

Sandra. You look enchanting.

Cheers, Jack! She's going
out with Mr Strickland. Where to?

You're not my dad. It's
none of your business. Fair enough.
But I want you in by 10.30.

Gerry, have you talked to
Rob Petty yet? And have you
tracked down Pete Mackintyre?

LAUGHTER

Why are you laughing?

His mother's dying.

Bye.

Have a good time.

I can't believe her and Strickland.

It's work.

He was oozing all over her,
all over my bleeding desk.

Nonsense. I bet you
he's trying to pull her.
Let's follow her and find out.

But I can't, I'm snowed under.

50. 100 and you're on.

Brian? Get your coat.

Put your foot down
or we'll lose her.

It's a built-up area.

"On April 26th 1987, my mother was
breathing her last painful breaths."

Oh, there she is. I can see her.
"She suffered bravely and in..."

He was quoting from
his autobiography.

That man's got an ego
bigger than Essex.

Jack, you got those
witness statements? In the office.

A doctor and two nurses
stated they saw him at his mother's
bedside at about 11.50am.

And he signed an organ release form
just after she died.

What time did she die?

1.10 in the afternoon.

Yeah, and the bank raid kicked off
at 12.42. So he's in the clear.

Hey, what are we stopping for?

Relax, will you? Look over there.

I can't see anything.

It's the Hero Of The Year dinner.

What, and you knew? Yes.

And you owe me 100 quid.
Git.

I still reckon
he wants to slip her one.

Let's go and see what's going on.

Ladies and gentlemen,
before we start our presentation,

I'd like to introduce you
to our speaker for this evening.

She's a lady who's been
working very hard
with a very successful UCOS team.

Detective Chief Superintendent
Sandra Pullman.

APPLAUSE

Hello, Gerry. On duty?

Guarding us VIPs?

Twat. Sorry, did you say something?

What?

Did you call me a prat?

Me? No. Ask the lads.

I called you a twat.

Ladies and gentlemen, today we
need heroes more than ever before.

Sandra's done
a marvellous job with UCOS.

The results are second to none.
It's a crack squad.

..light our way in the darkness
of an increasingly confused
and violent society.

And I sincerely hope that this award
demonstrates the value...

COMMOTION IN BACKGROUND

..of selflessness in a society...

..considered...

..considered by many
to be selfish and uncaring.

Come on, get him!

The immense personal courage
displayed by PC John Finten

in apprehending an armed criminal
single...

Ladies and gentlemen, PC John Finten!

What the hell's going on?

Go home now or I will kill you!

Who are you?
DCI Rob Petty.

Oh. Nice to meet you.

I'll be in touch.

I'm very sorry about Gerry,
he's under a lot of pressure
at work, home...

And he's experienced quite a bit of
serious dental work.

It's OK.

I'm embarrassed, it was
stupid of me.

What was it all about?
God knows. Ancient history.

Which way are you going?
North-west.

So am I. I'll give you a lift.

Most kind of you. Here, allow me.

Thank you.

I'm just glad to be out
of there, to be honest.

Yeah, me too. Why did you go?

I'm a hero.

Yes, I know, difficult to believe.

The Croydon bank raid in 1980.
You know about it?

Yeah, I've been doing a lot of
reading up on Ray Cook recently.

Ray started shooting.

Chris was in the way.

He was the guy I was with earlier.

I ran in and...
Tried to get the gun?

And failed.

I got an award.

Chris got a wheelchair.

So you have a bit of a history
with Mr Cook, then?

Yeah, you could put it like that.

I never did manage to get the man
sent down, despite everything
that happened with Chris.

Why the sudden interest
in Cook, anyway?

We've re-opened
the Finsbury Park bank case.

Really?
New information.

Actually, I was hoping
to bump into you tonight.

It'll be really handy
if you came along to the office
and talked to us.

Anything. Anything to put Ray Cook
behind bars, you can count on me.

You and I are going
to get along very well.

Come on, Brian. Hang on. Listen.

"Richard, on the other hand,
was a little goody-goody.
Never did anything wrong.

"So I made my step-brother's life so
crap that he disappeared when he was
16 and went to live with his mum."

Ray Cook had a step-brother?
I didn't know that. Yeah, Richard
Cook. That's Richard with an R.

Yes, I know how you spell Richard.

Yes, I know you know.

What was the exact signature on the
organ donor form? R Cook. R Cook.

So what if it was Richard
that signed the forms, not Ray.

Brian, you might have blown Ray
Cook's alibi clean out of the water!

Come on.

Brian!
Watch out for cyclists.

Oh, hello.

Must be Pete's phone.

Got it. Got what?

Eileen Cook's organ release form.

Where?

Just picked it up.

You're right, they're different.
I'll ring Sandra.

And tell her we're now having
incontrovertible proof that Ray's
alibi is a load of old balls!

Nurse Abrahams has
confirmed your theory, Brian.

Ray Cook never signed those forms.
Good work. Graphic equaliser.

If that's a term of endearment
on your planet,
I'll accept it gratefully.

I've got a built-in
graphic equaliser.

Listen to what happens when I play
our tape.

'What's going on? What's going on!'

Henderson's arguing with the
gunman. 'Ray? What's going on?'

He's saying, "Ray"!
Clear as day, he says, "Ray"!

Gerry, I want to see you now!

'Ray?'

You seriously
disappoint me, Gerry.

If you have a personal grievance
against another officer...

If Gerry hadn't bought Ray's
autobiography, we'd have
never cracked his alibi.

That's no excuse for thumping Rob
Petty in front of 500 assembled VIPs.

What is it between those two anyway?
Who knows?

Some bad blood best forgotten.

You can consider this
a formal warning.

He wants to nominate me
for next year's awards(!)

Here we are, then.

Two brown sauce. Thank you.

One red. Ta.

You're telling me that
Petty is coming in here?

What exactly is
your problem with him?

He's got stupid hair. What?
Look, I don't want to discuss it.
But he deserved it, right?

It goes back to the seventies.

He saved his mate's life. That
Croydon job was a disaster.

Listen. Any police operation
has failed if you put your men
or yourself in that kind of danger.

He risked his own neck to save his
colleague's life. That's...
Part of the job, Guv.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Who's that?

Hello?!

Jack Halford. How are you?

Brian Lane.

Brian. Oh, hello again.

And I believe you know
Gerry Standing.

Yeah, and I owe you an apology.

I was bloody stupid.
I don't know what got into me.

Oh, it's OK, I must have
misheard you, anyway.

Cheers. Oh, listen, you still
got that Austin Healey Sprite?

God, no. Nothing sadder than
an old bloke buzzing around
in a two-seater soft-top, eh? Yeah.

So what triggered
this new investigation, then?

We found a gun.

A gun?

Yeah, one of Gerry's
old informants.

You picked
Ray Cook up after the Croydon job,
but you never found a gun, yeah?

So maybe he used the weapon
seven years later in Finsbury Park?

It's possible.
So where did you find it?

You must really hate
that Ray Cook, eh?

Chris will never walk again.
Phil Henderson had his face shot off.

Let's say he's not top
of my Christmas card list.

PHONE RINGS
Excuse me.

Nothing urgent.

Listen, thanks for coming in
and I'm very sorry about your mate.

Well, d'you want me to look
at the gun? No, you can't.

It's still with ballistics, innit?

Can we give you a bell when we
get it back? Yeah, yeah, course.

That'll be smashing, thanks.
I'll catch up with you, Rob.

Yes.

Cheers. See you later.

What was that all about?

He knows Pete Mackintyre!

Pete left his phone in my car.

He rang Pete. Now, when I phoned
him back, he didn't answer.

Rob?

Do you know Pete Mackintyre?

Er, yes, he was an informant
for me in the 1980s.

He's, er,
he's just got back in the country.

How do you know that?

His wife Linda called me, said he
wanted to talk to me about something.

I can text you his number
if you like?

Oh, cheers, that'd be very helpful.

My pleasure. See you soon, I hope.
OK, bye.

Happy? He admits to knowing Pete.

Listen, Linda hasn't seen
Pete Macintyre for 17 years.

There's no way she could give him
his phone number.

Someone's been telling porkies.

Yeah.

"With exemplary bravery and
without a thought for his own...

"Blah, blah, blah..."

Here, look at this, Jack.

That's Geoff Lyons.

Ex-security man at the bank.

I think we've got enough
to give Cook another tug.

Well, don't start popping the
champagne yet. That was ballistics.
And?

The wadding and pellets match the
gun. So it was the murder weapon?
But there are no prints.

He wiped the gun clean. He killed
someone. Hardly surprising.

If we can't tie Cook to the gun,
we've no evidence.

We can disprove Cook's alibi,
we can tie him in with Henderson,

and we've got Henderson saying
"Ray" just before he was shot.
Oh, have we indeed?

You know we have,
you played it to me, remember?

I heard it with my own ears.

Right. I'm going to have
a chat with our Mr Cook.

Jack? Come and have a look at these.

Rob Petty receiving his
Hero Of The Year Award.

Geoff Lyons.

Again, again and again.

When Petty left Newham,
he moved to Croydon nick where
his DCI was one Geoffrey Lyons.

They were both on the Croydon
raid along with Chris Collins,
the guy in the wheelchair here.

In 1985, Lyons quit the Met
and became a security consultant.

How come you didn't you
make this connection, Brian?

Because unlike the universe my
memory isn't constantly expanding.

I have to draw the line somewhere.

First Petty knows Cook,
then Pete and now Lyons.
I mean, think about it.

They've both got the right hump with
Cook because of the Croydon raid.

So when Lyons becomes Head
of Security at the bank,

they've got the perfect opportunity
to organise a blag, and fit Cook up.

But you're forgetting something.

Phil Henderson identifies
Ray Cook on the tape. Mm.

You know, Gerry, all
the time and effort we've spent
analysing that tape,

we've never asked ourselves
the simple question -

how it came to exist?

Well, maybe one of the villains
wanted a souvenir.

But why? What'd be the point?

It would be incriminating
evidence against yourself! Yeah,
and against the others.

What? Blackmail? Insurance, maybe.

It'd give you a bit of leverage if
the shit hit the fan, wouldn't it?

What sort of a mind
would work like that?

Well, Pete Mackintyre, for instance.

Wearing a wire was second nature to
him but he was inside at the time.

And he's a grass, not a bank robber.

What nick was he in?

Right. Ready to roll.
I've matched sound to picture.

Now watch what happens
here and listen carefully.

'Let me see your hands!'

Brian, we already know all this.

Patience, Gerry.

Now let's try the same thing again
but zooming in on Henderson.

Ray, what's going on?

Ray?

The first time he says "Ray",
it's a definite statement.
But the second.

Ray? Yeah, look at the face.

It's more of a question.

Exactly.

He thought it was Ray Cook.

Just like they'd planned.

But then he realises something's
gone wrong. He twigs it's not Ray.

At which point... Bang!

And who the hell was it
that shot Phil Henderson?

Bloody Nora! What?

Your mate Pete Mackintyre was not
banged up on the day of the robbery.

Where was he, then?

He was released for the day,
under the proviso of identifying
unsolved burglaries.

Bloody hell, clear-ups.

In fact, two inmates were
signed out from Edgware that day.

Pete Mackintyre and one Lol Greaves,
and both by the same officer.

Oh, don't tell me.
Rob Petty? In one.

So there's your three robbers.

Pete, Lol Greaves and Rob Petty.

We'll never get Lol Greaves.

He was found hanging in his cell
two weeks after Pete went AWOL.

I've got a horrible feeling
that the shooter was Pete.

Why? Well, he didn't know anything
about guns. He couldn't handle them.

I bet you any money you like
he panicked. I'm going to check
this out with Linda.

Done up or undone.
What do you think is best? Undone?

OK. And the tie should
be done up or undone? Undone.

Back in a minute. OK.

So that lovely passage in your book
about the death of your beloved
mother was a load of old fanny.

Ah, look, I didn't exactly sign the
forms but I was by her side most
of the...well, some of the time.

Yeah, but then you left for
a prior engagement in Finsbury Park.

Look, Sandra. I told you I had
nothing whatever to do with that.

And I should believe that
why exactly?

I'm going to come clean with you.
I'm busy and you're beginning to get
on my tights.

Now, Phil Henderson WAS my man.

I had planned to do the job
but some bunch of two-bob amateurs
beat me to it.

Some tosspot pretending to be me,
I wanted to waste him.
I don't know what happened to him.

He disappeared off the face
of the earth. Ba-boom. That's it,
finished.

Are we OK? Yes, I'm OK.

We're talking. ..Right, anything
else on your mind, darling?

So where did you go after
you left the hospital?

Down the bookies? Hook up with
a fancy woman, down the pub?

No, no. To the bank to rob it.
To shoot someone.

Ray, you keep telling me
that you didn't do it.

We both know you weren't
with your mother when she died.

OK. I went to the hospital tavern
across the road.

The landlord's a geezer called
Big Davey. Now, he'll confirm it.

Why did you lie and say
you were still with your mum?

Cos I adored that woman.
I adored her, she was my mum.

She was the finest woman
that God ever put breath into.

I wasn't there when she died.
And I should have been!

But you were at the boozer instead.
Don't mock me, Sandra.

You don't know what it's like
seeing your mother lying there,
wasted day after day.

I got a bit weak, I went to the
boozer for a bit of Dutch courage.

And I should have been there and I
wasn't. I'm sorry, Mum. I'm sorry.

So much for the hardest geezer
in town.

You didn't have the guts to stay with
your dying mother without a drink
inside you. Pathetic.

Be lucky.

Where is he, Linda? I don't know.
I told you. Don't lie to me!

Look, we all know Pete was
involved in the Finsbury Park
bank raid in '87.

And he came here
that day, didn't he?

Now, did he come with a police
officer called Rob Petty?

Well, did he? Him and some other
bloke that I'd never seen before.

Pete just looked petrified.

Petty let him say goodbye.

And then Pete
went to the wardrobe and got out
one of them tape machines.

Tape machine? Yeah.

But he was all fingers and thumbs
and he kept saying, "Help me, Linds!"
But I couldn't.

I couldn't even give him a hug.
I just knew something was wrong.

You don't know the half of it.

Yes, thank you, Mrs Lyons.
Have a good day.

Lyon's wife reckons he's just sprung
a last-minute business trip abroad.

Our travel agent's gone travelling.
Think you can find him?

It could have been
the perfect crime.

A bank raid organised by a copper
and two faces supposedly banged up.

With everything
pointing to Ray Cook.

And it went tits up
when Henderson was shot.

Better let the Guv'nor
know what's occurring.

Hi.
Hello, Sandra.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS
Oh, sorry, hang on.

Jack?

Ray Cook is innocent.

Yeah, I know that. That's not all.

There's strong evidence to suggest
that he was framed by Rob Petty.

OK. Thanks.

Bye.

Good news?
Not really, no.

I saw Ray Cook on telly.

Ray Cook didn't do
the Finsbury Park job.

No way.

Afraid not.

It seems it's one he didn't do.

So who did it?
Apparently he was fitted up.

Why did you never say that you were
a friend of Geoff Lyons?

You never asked me.

All right.

Geoff was my Guv'nor at Croydon.

One of the best bloody coppers
I ever met in my life.

We kept in touch after he left.

When I found out that Phil Henderson
was working at his banks,
I warned him.

I said, "Sack him, Geoff,
he's a plant.

"Ray Cook's gonna do the bank."

But he never did sack him.

So you're suggesting that Geoff
Lyons robbed his own bank and
made it look like a Ray Cook job?

I'm not suggesting anything,
Sandra.

I'm just coming clean
about all that I know.

And it's much appreciated,
thank you.

Bingo! Lyons is booked onto the six
o'clock flight to Malaga out of
Stansted. It's a one-way ticket.

Let's get to the airport.
I'll rustle up a few bodies
to give us a hand.

Would you mind popping up to
the office for a couple of minutes?

Anything I can do to help.
There's...

Oh!

Guv? Sandra!

What's going on? What happened?

Gerry, watch out!

Are you all right? Yes.

Brian, get to the airport.

Let me take you inside.

I'm fine, I'm just a bit winded.

Don't worry about me, then(!)

TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENTS AT AIRPORT

Excuse me.

Geoff Lyons?

You're nicked.

I love doing that.

Here you are, get that down you.
Cheers, Jack.

Brian's nabbed Lyons at the airport.

And I've put out a nationwide APB
on Petty. And on Pete Mackintyre.

Won't need one on Pete.
We know where he'll be.

Yeah, at his son's eighteenth. Come
on, we've got to go to a party.

Mr Standing.

Come in, join the party.
Bring your friends.

In you go. Make yourselves at home.

let's get you sorted with some
drinks. Pete, no. No, hang on.

You gotta meet the birthday boy.
Danny, where are you?

This is, Dannyboy, he's 18 today.
Happy birthday, Danny.

This is the happiest day of my life.
I'm glad you could share it with me.

Pete, this isn't
strictly a social visit.

Should we adjourn to the kitchen?

We've come about...

Me shooting Phil Henderson, I know.

Jack Halford and our boss DS
Pullman. Pleased to meet you.

I look forward to my arrest.
Can I get you all a drink?

Yeah, I'll have a beer, yeah.

Why did you lead me to the gear,
when you were the shooter?

I wanted Petty behind bars
for what he did to me.

He forced me into going on
that job, me and Lol Greaves.
Neither of us wanted to do it.

There must have been a sweetener.
Yeah, maybe. But if we didn't do
as he wanted,

he said he'd make sure
it was hell for us inside.

I was a grass, Mr Standing.

What choice did I have? Cheers.

So what happened with Henderson?

He was coming towards me,

he wouldn't shut up. I panicked.

Poor bugger.
I still have nightmares.

What made you finally
decide to do a bunk?

No other bleeding options.

You could have told me all this
when I picked you up.

If I had done that,
you'd have had to nick me.

And I didn't want to miss tonight.

I wanted to have a bit of a laugh.

Petty didn't know I'd hid the gear.
He thought I'd chucked the
gun in the river.

And you weren't a bad
copper in your day.

Wanted to see if you
still had it in you.

Fair play to you, you have.

So why now? After 17 years?

There are times in your life
when you need to clear up
unfinished business.

Finding out you're on your last legs
is one of them. What's that mean?

Kidney failure, end stage.

I blame the good life.
Too much of it. Is this a wind-up?

I wish.
Well, I'm sorry, mate.

Excuse me, I just need
a bit of fresh air.

And a nice new kidney.

Hello, Pete.

Come here. Aggh!

Take it easy, Petty.
Get out of the way.

Jack has been shot!

Jack? Oh, my God, Jack?

It's all right, I'm OK.
Hell of a pain in the ribs.

Mary gave me that.

They're bringing your medicine.

What did you think
of my boy, then, Gerry?

Danny, yes, he's all right, isn't
he? He's big and strong my son.

He's likely to be a good match too.

My own son, giving me his kidney.
He's a good lad.

I hope those...
get a good, long stretch.

They'll be scared
shitless in prison.

Least if the transplant goes ahead,
I'll be on special referral.

Get a cushy spot in hospital
on dialysis,

then there's the time it takes to
get over such a big operation.

I'll hardly be on the wing at all.

You've got it all
worked out, haven't you?

They put that bloody gun in my hand.

Yeah, but you shot it.

I'm sorry you're ill and all that,

but please don't try and make me
cry, all right? No, mate, I'm sorry.

Come on, then. Time's up.

Did the chiropodist do a good job?

Er, yes, thanks for asking.

You know as a matter of fact,
I feel like I'm walking on air now.

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