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- What are we doing here?
- It's a surprise. Come on.

Oh, all right. Hiya.

- So, what do you think?
- Yeah. Great.

Ah, good. There they are.

You haven't dragged
them here as well?

Of course. It's your birthday.

- Hello!
- Oh, how nice.

Thanks for coming all this way.

It's worth it just to see
these two in a comedy club.

Certainly having a
laugh with these prices.

Do you know how
much this round cost?

Happy birthday, Gerry.

Suppose you want
one now you're here.

- Yeah, I'll have a beer.
- Emily?

Mm. Vodka. Large.

Oh, look who's on tonight!

I haven't heard
of him for years.

Ray Harris. He
used to be really big.

- Do you remember him?
- Vaguely.

- Was he any good?
- Not my cup of tea.

Oh, no, he's all right.

Proper old-fashioned
comic, you know?

You'll love him.
Well, I will, anyway.

What's the difference between
a battery and a woman?

A battery's got a positive side.

I thought dinosaurs
were extinct.

I said to this woman last night,

"Would you have sex
with me for a quid?"

She said no. I
know I was shocked.

I said, "Would you have sex
with me for a million quid?"

She said, "Oh, all right, then."

I said, "Hang on.

Would you have sex
with me for five quid?"

She went mad. She was outraged.

She said, "What kind of a
woman do you think I am?"

I said, "Listen, love.

We've established what
type of woman you are.

I'm just haggling
about the price."

Is he for real?

Oh, cheer up. It's only a joke.

Sexist!

- Get off the stage!
- You're rubbish!

Boo!

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Eh?
Have you met my fan club?

Sexist. Racist.

I get this all the time.

I'm not racist.

Do you know I live next
door to a Pakistani chap?

He come up to me the other day.

He said "Ray, why am I
a better man than you?"

I said, "Go on, then, Farouk.

Why are you a
better man than me?"

He said, "Well, I don't
live next door to a Paki."

- You're a racist git!
- Boo! Get off the stage!

Oh, yeah. Come on.

Hey, how many feminists does
it take to change a light bulb?

None.

Because you don't
change nothing.

Very original. Get off.

Remember Sarah Jones, Ray?

Is this part of it?

Off! Off! Off! Off! Off!
Off! Off! Off! Off! Off!

Hey, look at that face.

Pretty as a picture.

I know I'd certainly
like to hang it.

Come on, ladies.

Hey! What are you doing?!

Oh, I'm not having that.

Oi!

I was just starting
to enjoy meself.

Here we go.

Now I know why
animals eat their young.

No, I paid good
money to go in there.

No, no, no.

Police! Pack it in!

I said pack it in, or
we'll nick the lot of you.

Right. Thanks.
We'll deal with it now.

What is this? Some
sort of police outing?

I'm not surprised you're
sticking up for Harris.

He used to do charity
benefits for your lot, didn't he?

- I bet you love him.
- Not me.

I was losing the will
to live until you started.

- I was enjoying it.
- Gerry.

Come on! He's a
comedian, for God's sake.

Why do you take
him so seriously?

Because he's a racist,
sexist, homophobic pig.

Oh, I see.

But it's all right for some
bloke with hooks for hands

to tell people to
blow themselves up.

No, but Ray Harris
tells a joke, and it's,

"Oh, dear! Who's
he gonna offend?"

You really need to
let me back in there.

The Met run courses
for people like you, Dad.

Remind me to put your name down.

Who's Sarah Jones?

She was my aunt.

She led a big campaign
against Ray Harris in the '80s.

She hated that bile
he comes out with.

Another one of
the old PC brigade.

Gerry, birthday or
no birthday, shut it.

Well, you wouldn't
have liked her.

She wasn't the sort to
stay in and do your ironing.

Yeah, I've got the picture.

Have you? What's she like, then?

No one's seen her for 25 years.

- How come?
- She disappeared.

I think you'd have liked her.
She knew how to handle men, too.

Ladies! Handbags.

♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

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

♪ 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 ♪

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- Wotcha.
- Morning.

Hi.

Sarah Jones?

Maybe.

Well, she went
missing, that's all.

She wasn't the only
one to disappear.

Her boyfriend did
too. A Daniel Cobb.

They were last seen at their
squat in Bow in April 1984.

A midnight flit?

That's what the original
investigation team thought.

Or this Daniel character bumped
her off and went to ground.

- Coffee?
- Oh, yeah.

- Morning.
- Hiya.

- Morning.
- Coffee?

Yes, please.

Well, missing persons have
never been able to trace them.

Sarah Jones?

Listen, it's not that
hard to go missing

if you put your mind to it.

Yeah, but Sarah was
an activist, a campaigner.

She's not gonna just
disappear overnight, is she?

Both her parents and
Daniel's made statements

saying that it was
totally out of character.

Plus there's no
mention in the report

of the feud between
her and Harris.

Who was the
investigating officer?

Uh, Frank Paterson.

- Friend of yours?
- I worked with him for awhile.

And?

Eh, I didn't really
know him that well.

Incisive profiling.
Thank you, Gerry.

Frank Paterson.

Joined '79.

Vice squad, '85 to '87.

Then he was fraud squad.

Later made DCS in the
organized-crime group.

He's still serving but due
for retirement later this year.

I knew she'd get a bee
in her bonnet about this.

"Independent women" taking on
a male-dominated establishment.

Was it something we said?

I've got a visitor.

Detective Superintendent.

Hi, Jo. What are you doing here?

I thought this could be helpful.

- Morning, Sandra.
- Morning, sir.

It belonged to Sarah.

My grandparents
found it at the squat

when they went looking for her.

It may not be any use.
It's just photos and scraps.

Okay. Well, I'll take a look.

You are still
interested in helping?

It's not as easy as that, Jo.

But I thought last night...

Maybe I could be included
in this particular loop, Sandra?

If Sarah and Daniel
were just moving on,

why didn't they take any
of their clothes with them?

Well, maybe the real owners
of the house came back

and they legged it in a hurry.

I looked into that. It'd
been derelict for years.

And, anyway,
that doesn't explain

why our family never
heard from her again.

What about Daniel?

He never contacted his
family after that either.

Sandra?

Excuse me.

Do you know how
many potential cases

I have piling up on my desk?

I said I'd take
a look at the file.

I didn't know she was
gonna turn up here.

And now that she has?

I'd like to pursue it.

Yes, well, luckily for
you, I'm up to my eyes

preparing for a meeting
with the SMPD on Thursday.

I should be clear by
Thursday afternoon.

I suggest you see what you
can come up with by then.

Yeah? Can I help you?

Yeah, we're with the police.

Unsolved Crime and
Open Case Squad.

Don't tell me... You caught
that Irish serial killer at last, eh?

Who?

You know, the one that
stabbed 20 packets of cornflakes.

No. We're here
about Sarah Jones.

Quite a campaign she had
going against Harris, eh?

The Times. February 3, 1984.

Two months before
she disappeared.

The Anti-Fasc...

Does that mean anything to
you? The Anti-Fascist League?

Anti-Nazi League I've
heard of, but not that one.

Let's see what we got on them.

I'm hardly gonna
forget Sarah Jones.

Cow spent a year
trying to finish me.

You know, it played
havoc with my handicap.

Huh. But what did
she do to you, exactly?

For starters, she used to
heckle during my shows.

Then it got that way that
every time I opened me mouth,

she'd jump down it.

Yeah, so what do you do?

Well, I can handle a room.

But in the end I
just had to bar her.

She stopped
turning up after that.

You do know she and
her boyfriend disappeared?

Really?

All I know is she
stopped causing me grief.

So what effect did her
campaign against you have?

She cost me a lot
of wedge in the end.

I was just about to get me
own Saturday-night game show.

You can't get bigger than that.

But she got wind of it

and started a
campaign in the papers.

And you never
heard from her since?

Nah.

She's probably off somewhere
now, saving a bloody whale.

She done me a favor
in the end, though.

I mean, I've got me
own club in Spain.

Sell out every week.

So why do you think
she picked on you?

I mean, there were other
racist and sexist comedians

around at the time.

He forgot "homophobic."

I used to love it the way I
got blamed for everything.

I used to know some of your lot.

Racism, sexism, homophobia?

You boys wrote the book on that.

Yeah, but we tried to change.

People love me
because I'm not afraid

to be a bit blue, a bit edgy.

But what I do is an act.

I tell jokes.

When people stop
laughing, I'll stop telling 'em.

I'm not a racialist,
and I love women.

That's what Sarah
Jones never understood.

Have a good game.

The Anti-Fascist
League were B12.

Thought that was a vitamin.

Category B12, i.e. they
were fairly insignificant.

But guess where they were based?

- Not that squat?
- Exactly.

And run by a Grant Lindon.

Couple of counts of breach
of the peace at some demos,

but nothing since the '80s.

That's him.

Oh, Brian, I asked
you to clear away.

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

We used to look a bit
like that when we first met.

He's got more hair
than you ever had.

Hmm.

Well, that's an unfortunate
tattoo to walk around with.

Yeah. That's what we
thought. It's odd, isn't it?

I know what that is.

It's not just odd. It's
downright creepy.

Hitler?!

Guten Morgen, mein Führer.

The 20th of April, 1889...

20th of the 4th...
Was Hitler's birthday.

Yeah, but why would Sarah
and Daniel have Nazi tattoos?

Yeah, well, at first I
thought it was a coincidence.

But the 20/4s was also the
name of a far-right group in Bow

in the early '80s.

So maybe Little Miss Right On

was actually Little
Miss Right Wing.

You got anything
else on these 20/4s?

No, not much.

Uh, the kingpin was a
fella called Peter Monroe.

I sent a Peter
Monroe down in '78.

Do you think it could
be the same one?

It could be.

He was a nasty little thug
with delusions of grandeur.

Fancy renewing your
acquaintance, Jack?

I can't wait.

- Mr. Halford.
- Pete.

Who's this?

Detective Superintendent
Sandra Pullman.

Oh. Not top dog anymore, Jack?

Mind you...

She has got better
legs than you.

We'd like to talk to
you about the 20/4s.

Membership closed awhile ago.

So, what was it with the
20/4s? The usual Paki bashing?

Oh, we were a lot more
ambitious than that.

We were a political party.

Hoped to get a few skinheads
elected to Parliament, did you?

We were the front line

against a tide that
was turning this country

into a Third World refugee camp.

That seems to be it.
So thanks for your time.

Uh, excuse us. Uh, Grant Lindon?

- Yes.
- We're from the police.

We'd like to talk to you
about the Anti-Fascist League.

Well, um, why don't
we go to my office?

You're about 25 years
too late for the AFL.

How well do you remember
Sarah Jones and Daniel Cobb?

Barely knew them,
really. Please, take a seat.

Thank you.

Grant, it's nearly 10:30.

I just need a few minutes.

You'll have to apologize
and start without me, love.

Sorry.

Huh! You call anyone "love"
at our place, you get a slap.

Suzy's my partner.

Yeah. The boss's daughter.

Ah, that's right. You married
into the business, didn't you?

Suzy's my business partner
and my wife. That's right.

You say you barely
knew Sarah and Daniel.

But you remembered
their names straightaway.

Look, to be honest, I'd be quite
glad to get out of that meeting.

Why don't we go outside?

Not exactly your
average bovver boys.

Well, you don't
have to be a skinhead

to be proud of your country.

- But you recognize them, though?
- We had a lot of members.

What's the significance
of the tattoo?

- A rite of passage, was it?
- I bet you've got one.

Yeah.

They hung around
with us for a bit.

Don't remember what
happened to them, though.

What happened to them?

I mean, they weren't regulars.

They went to all the
trouble of getting tattoos,

but they weren't serious?

Sorry.

Can't help you any further.

I always say, if you
can remember your 20s,

you weren't trying hard enough.

Besides, they weren't
at the squat long.

Three, four months, tops.

- How did you meet them?
- At a party.

They had nowhere to stay,

and I was happy for
them to crash at mine.

We were pretty like-minded.
Especially Sarah.

She really wanted to
get involved with the AFL.

Who else was at the
squat at that time?

It was just us.

Really?

Then who's this?

I remember the hair.
But as for the name...

Look, you must, uh, give me
your number before you go.

If anything comes
back to me, I'll call you.

I just don't get it.

Sarah and Daniel were
left-wing activists, not racist thugs.

Then what were they doing
hanging around the 20/4s?

Maybe they were undercover?

The 20/4s? A bit dangerous.

Perhaps after Harris,
she wanted to up the ante.

You know what? In the morning,

I'm gonna visit an
old snout of mine.

Anyone need a haircut?

Yeah. You.

Give me one minute.

Have a seat.

We don't want a seat,
Polish. We want you.

Gerry Standing?

What the bloody
hell you doing here?

Brian Lane, the legend
that is Polish George.

I heard you work
unsolved crimes now.

I hope you don't
want nothing from me,

'cause, uh, I'm not
in that game anymore.

Come on, Polish. There's no
retirement option in your line.

What do you remember
about the 20/4s?

Bad lot. I didn't know them.

- You want a haircut, don't you?
- No.

Yes, you do. Sit down.

Now, give him a trim
and me something useful.

Right, Deirdre.
Thank you very much.

Deirdre?

Oh, an old friend.
Worked in admin.

Jo said something
the other night

about Harris doing
charity shows for the job.

Guess who always
insisted that they book him?

Gerry's old mate...
DCS Frank Paterson.

The chief investigating officer

on Sarah and Daniel's
disappearance.

The very same.

Yeah?

Detective
Superintendent Pullman.

From the cleanup squad.

We prefer UCOS.

Course you do, sweetheart.

No Gerry? How is the old sod?

I doubt he's changed much
since you knew him, sir.

But he did learn the hard
way not to call me "sweetheart".

We go way back, me and
him. I take it this isn't a social?

No. We're looking into a
case of two missing students.

A Sarah Jones and a Daniel Cobb.

Yeah. Ran off together, right?

Why did you think that?

Seemed the most
likely conclusion.

- Parents never believed it.
- They didn't want to believe it.

And unless you've
turned up a couple of stiffs,

I'll stand by my report.

Did you know anything
about the bad blood

between Sarah Jones and a
comedian called Ray Harris?

- How does he fit into all this?
- Something we're looking into.

You remind me of your father.

I liked him. He was a good man.

Did you know me and
him worked together?

No. No, I didn't, sir.

Frank, please.

I've kept an eye on you
over the years, Sandra.

Your old man would
be very proud of you.

Um... Ray Harris. Apparently
you knew him. Well?

Met him at a couple of
fund-raisers, that's all.

- So you weren't friends?
- No.

But he was always
good for a laugh.

Do you think there
could be a connection?

Between Harris and
the disappearances?

No more than I think Rod
Hull and Emu shot JFK.

They weren't the sort of
people I wanted to know, okay?

But you knew of them, which
means you know more than us.

They used to drink at a
pub. The Son of Albion.

You ever go there?

You know me. Don't go putting
my head in a lion's mouth.

Not unless there's a
tenner down its throat.

Do you recall who was
a member of the 20/4s?

Lowlifes. Mostly
banged up or dead now.

Apart from Hanson, of course.

What, Ricky Hanson?

Yeah, and that's why I
don't like to talk about them.

I don't want nothing
to do with him.

And Hanson was in the 20/4s?

He used to hang out
with them at the Albion.

He was just a
young wannabe then.

We'd better go.

Hang on. He's only
done the one side.

Come on!

I'll be back for the other half.

Ugh. Wait till Jack
hears about this.

Hey, hey, Gerry. Now,
look. Hang on. Just think.

We don't know that this

has actually got anything
to do with Hanson.

- It's a lead!
- It might be.

But is it enough to get
Jack's hopes up again?

We thought we'd
nailed Hanson last year,

and look what that did to Jack.

I mean, how many more
disappointments can he take?

- What do we do, then?
- Oh, I don't know.

I tell you one thing, though...

Neither Strickland nor
Sandra will let us near Hanson.

Yeah, well, I'm not
letting go of this.

Sandra's got to see
Strickland tomorrow, right?

Now, if we haven't got
anything to give them,

they're gonna pull us
off the case anyway.

Hiya. My name's
Gerry. This is Brian.

We're researching a book
about old London pubs.

Now didn't this used to
be The Son of Albion?

Yeah, till quite
recently, actually.

But it was pretty rough,
so the brewery shut it down.

We rebranded as
The Sun last month.

So, what happened
to the old regulars?

Moved on, I guess.

Well, no point
in wasting a trip.

What bitter have you got?

We don't, I'm afraid.
Just lagers and light ales.

But you might like to try some
of this Swedish blackberry beer?

Oh, I don't think so, thanks.

Try some. It might surprise you.

I'm a Felspar's man, myself.

Yeah, we had a trip 'round
the old brewery last year.

Magnificent.

Mm. That's not
bad, as it happens.

Tell you what... If
you're writing a book,

you're welcome to
check out the cellar.

It's full of stuff
from the old pub.

- That'd be brilliant!
- Thanks very much.

- Come around.
- Thank you.

Well, there you
go. All yours, gents.

Oh, thanks very much.

That's very kind of you. Thanks.

- Heh.
- Oh, yeah.

Do you remember those?

Right. What have
we got here, then?

Gerry. Look.

- Ray Harris.
- Yeah. And look who it isn't.

Detective Chief
Superintendent Frank Paterson.

Was Ray Harris in the 20/4s?

I already told you... I
don't want to be involved.

It's too late.

Harris was mates
with Ricky Hanson,

but I don't know if he had
anything to do with the 20/4s.

- And Paterson?
- He was friends with Ray Harris.

And how were
Paterson and Hanson?

No love there.

Frank spent his whole
career trying to nick Hanson.

All right, then.

Keep thinking.

And while you're at it,

you can even up the
other side of my head.

This is suicide.

It's Hanson's house.

Yeah, the man who
deliberately mowed down

Jack's missus.

Hanson thinks he's
untouchable. That's his weakness.

And what's ours? Jumping in
every time we hear his name?

His name was mentioned
in an investigation.

It's perfectly legit
to have a look.

Gerry, you can't rearrange a
jigsaw just to make a piece fit.

I'm not!

But it was you who said
we can't involve Jack

unless we find
something concrete.

And you think we're
gonna find it here?

You don't have to come with me.

In a lifetime of bad ideas,

this has got to be
your very worst.

We shouldn't be here.

You think being in his garden
is as bad as it's gonna get?

Let's have a drink.

Listen, if we go in there now,
we're the ones breaking the law.

The days of swanning
into villains' houses

and fronting it out
are over, Gerry.

Yeah, you're right.

I feel 30 years
younger. Come on!

Lovely.

Some faces in here.

Gerry, Gerry. Look, look.

Straight ahead.
Fella in the dark suit.

They're all in dark suits.

Yeah, only one of them's
on our white board, though.

Look, him. Straight ahead
there. Talking to the blonde.

Oh, you're right,
yeah. Pete Monroe.

So him and Hanson
are still mates, eh?

Cheers, sweetheart.

Could I get a mineral
water for my friend?

Thank you.

Well, well. Dumb and Dumber.

And I thought trespassing
was a criminal offense.

Hi, Sandra.

- Jo.
- How are you getting on?

Jo, what are you hoping
to get out of all of this?

The truth.

We can't always give people
the answers they want, you know?

Yeah, I know that.

Is there anything I can do?

Well, we've got this
Polaroid of a girl with red hair.

- I don't supp...
- What, Janet Spencer?

You know who she is?

Well, yeah, of
course. Don't you?

No, I don't.

She works for Fight 2 Unite,
the human-rights charity.

She's their senior spokesperson.

I went to see her
once about Sarah.

She was really nice, but
she said she couldn't help.

Janet Spencer?

Could you talk to her,
please? I'm holding for Bono.

If he agrees to come to my
Sudanese refugee charity lunch,

I won't have to trawl
through the usual

"Celebrity Big Brother" crowd.

I see you and Rain Man
have made yourself at home.

Hope you brought your trunks.

What's the
celebration in aid of?

It's me boy's birthday.

Luke?

Where's dear old Jack?

What do you know
about the 20/4s?

Never heard of them.

Maybe we should ask Pete Monroe.

Yeah.

Or Ray Harris.

You collecting autographs now?

No. Evidence.

That'll make a change.

When I saw you in court, the
only thing that stood up was me.

Right before I walked
out the front door.

- Do you recognize these two?
- No.

Have another look. Properly.

Never seen 'em before.

I must say, I admire
UCOS' commitment

to care in the community.

But they really shouldn't let
you two out without supervision.

- Can't last forever, Ricky.
- What?

All this. The
house. The lifestyle.

Don't tell me you're jealous.

Of you? Hardly.

You tried to take it away
before, and look what happened.

Come in here with
photos of some kids,

asking questions about a
comedian everyone's forgotten?

Get out.

- We'll be back.
- Don't doubt it.

It's like "The Return of the
Living Dead" with you lot.

Give my love to Sandra.

Oh, no, of course.

She won't know
you're here, will she?

His guard came up
when he saw the photos.

He knows something.

Luke?

What you doing here?

Could ask you the same question.

Well, it's my party.

Have you forgotten what that
apology for a father did to you?

- That's all squared now.
- Squared?

He sent you down for eight
years and nicked your girlfriend.

Now, I know that blood
is thicker than water, but...

Well, we don't all
live in the past, eh?

I thought you were
bigger than this, son.

Are you deaf as well as stupid?

Enjoy your birthday.

He is.

We're all one big happy
family now, ain't we?

Why did the AFL shut down?

It more ran out of steam.

Was that after Daniel
and Sarah disappeared?

Sarah was amazing.

I learned a lot from her.

She was... inspirational.

Do the 20/4s mean
anything to you?

Daniel and Sarah
infiltrated them, didn't they?

- Yes.
- Why?

Like I said, I was just
the office dogsbody.

I didn't have much more to do
than hand out tea and leaflets.

Why did they do it?

Grant Lindon was in charge.

It was his idea.

Are you still in
contact with him?

No.

He got married soon
after the AFL broke up.

I lost track of him after that.

Her name is Janet Spencer.

We heard you had a little
difficulty remembering.

She's the... What was it?

Communications and
logistics coordinator.

Yeah, that's it.
At Fight 2 Unite.

Which essentially means
she sits in a nice comfy office

whilst others do the hard work.

That's hardly fair. She
needs a support network.

So you do know who she is?

It was the same at
the AFL, wasn't it?

You and logistics
coordinator Janet

made up the support network

while Sarah and Daniel
did your dirty work for you.

Please, don't waste
our time anymore.

We know they went
undercover for you.

What we don't know is why.

Sarah had heard the 20/4s

were more than just
another racist gang.

Meaning what?

She wouldn't say
until she got evidence.

But I got the idea that they
had something to do with drugs.

So you encouraged
them to join up?

I could hardly go myself.

You have noticed I'm black?

Well, what happened to them?

The 20/4s' leader, Pete Monroe,

wanted to get onto
the local council.

Sarah wanted to stop him.

She said she had
something on them.

I thought everything
was going fine until...

One night a bunch of
skinheads broke into the squat

and beat the crap out of me.

They told me not to
go after Sarah or Dan.

And you just walked away?

I was lucky I could
walk after that.

Did you report this?

I didn't exactly have much
faith in the police back then.

Didn't it occur to you that if
you had spoken to the police,

they might actually
have investigated

their disappearance properly?

I didn't think I had to.

Your lot knew
about them already.

Sarah had a contact she
was passing information to.

Who?

She never said.

Hope these aren't
more lies, Grant.

Ah! The Traveling
Wilburys return.

Where the hell
have you two been?

- Chasing our tails.
- What does that mean?

Well, we were following up
a lead, but it got us nowhere.

Oh, well, you only wasted
half a day. Well done.

No, no. We did find something.

Look, this is a pub,

formerly known as
The Son of Albion.

The 20/4s' drinking den.

- See anyone there you know?
- Yeah. Harris.

Yeah. And... but I'll forgive
you for not recognizing him...

Frank Paterson.

- Yeah.
- I met him today.

Coppers often used to go in
villains' pubs in those days.

Part of the job
description, wasn't it?

Yeah, but...

Gerry, what are you holding
back about Frank Paterson?

No. That's between me and Frank.

- Was he bent?
- No.

No, I just don't want
to discuss it, all right?

Since when has
it been like that?

All right, all right.

When we worked together,
there was a girl in the canteen.

- Simone. Gorgeous bit of stuff.
- Hang on.

Are you saying this is all some
macho bullshit over a woman?

Yeah, I was getting on
very nicely, thank you.

Then I was put on
nights, and he snuck in!

Ho ho! Listen to it!

Talk about the boot
on the other foot.

I don't believe you,
Gerry. You're such a child.

I loved her!

- Oh, please.
- Do me a favor.

I'm going home.

Yeah, and I'll just fill the
lads in on what they missed.

Cheers, Jack.

All right, what did we miss?

Never mind about that.

I want to know what you
two were really up to today?

Nothing.

Now I know you're lying.

People don't say "nothing"

unless they've been
up to something.

- So, what was it?
- Nothing!

Don't you start! Are
you cutting me out?

- No, he's not, Jack.
- Of course not.

Well?

Look, Jack, we've, uh...

There's a possibility that we
found a connection to Hanson.

It's a faint possibility, Jack.

Look, I'm sorry. I
just didn't want to...

It's all right. I
understand. I understand.

Now, listen, Gerry.
Paterson could be useful.

He's still in the job,

and we don't have the muscle
to take on Hanson ourselves.

I'm not going cap in
hand to that little toe-rag!

- Mr. Harris?
- I can't stop, mate.

I'm a friend of
Frank Paterson's.

You've heard what's
happened to The Son of Albion?

No, I don't get down
there much now.

They've shut it down.

Oh, that's a shame. I
used to love that place.

Well, I'm organizing
a gala night.

A celebration of
the East End pub.

And Frank said you
might be able to help us.

All right. Come on.

To the old days.

Aye. Before this
country gave up on itself.

Is that why you
ended up in Spain?

Yeah.

It's still the good
old days over there.

- You ever been?
- No.

- You'd love it.
- How long have you lived there?

Since the mid-'80s.

Have you seen much of
Frank Paterson recently?

No, I've not seem him for
years. He's a good lad, though.

You can always count
on people like Frank

to help you out of a jam.

Yeah.

I was wondering if you could
help me track down a few people.

I thought you wanted
me to do a gig?

Oh, yes, I do, but
I'm trying to rustle up

some of the old faces,

and I wondered if
you had any numbers.

I'll do me best.

One name that always
comes to mind... Ricky Hanson.

No, I don't know him.

Oh, I'm sure he was around
while you were still drinking there.

Five minutes, Ray.

All right. Yeah, well,
it's been lovely talking.

If you want to leave your
number with the stage door

about the gig, I'll
see what I can do.

Right. Thanks.

Can anyone join in?

Oh, the stalker's here.

Get him a cocoa, somebody.
It's way past his bedtime.

No, I'm just warming up.

How much do you
make a year, Gerry?

Enough.

No ambition.
That's your trouble.

Too much... That's yours.

Getting to you now, is it?

Feel the sweat on
the back of your neck?

Heh. Not me.

You're bluffing.

It's gonna cost you to find
out. I'll raise you a grand.

Like your style.

I'll see your grand.

And all in.

I make that six
grand to see him.

I meant to ask you, Luke...
Whatever happened to your ex?

You know, the one your
old man was shagging?

That's all forgotten now.

- Is it?
- Yeah.

Women can be so
divisive, can't they?

You should know,

number of times you've
taken birds up the... aisle.

Yeah, but I'm friends
with all my exes.

I mean, do you ever
speak to Lysette now?

You here to play cards
or have a ruck, huh?

Either suits me.

Son, it's your birthday.

Well?

- I'll see you.
- With what?

My motor's outside.

That pile of junk? It's even
more knackered than you are.

Classic car.

And that.

Peckham market?

Bond Street, actually.

This is embarrassing.

You'll have your
shirt on the table next.

Mr. Monroe?

Ah, Detective Superintendent.

Sandra.

One night in April 1984

a group of skinheads
from the 20/4s

attacked a young
black man in his house.

Well, obviously, I'm
very sorry to hear that.

They warned him off
making any inquiries

about Sarah and Daniel.

And you got some
proof, of course?

- Why do you think they did that?
- Don't know.

Find them, you can
ask them, can't you?

Did you send them 'round?

- No, Mr. Halford, I didn't.
- You sure?

Now, why do you
reckon I'd want to do that?

Maybe Sarah found out
something about your organization.

And you.

Oh, right. Such as?

You could make this a
lot easier by cooperating.

Funny, I thought I already was.

How's your old mate
Ricky Hanson these days?

I presume you spoke to him

at Luke's birthday
party yesterday.

Well, he's a business
associate, ain't he?

We'll talk again, Pete.

Jack, what the
hell's been going on?

It's my fault.

Gerry and Brian were
only trying to help.

Gerry talked to his snout, and
Ricky Hanson's name came up.

So they've been off chasing him

when they should've
focusing on Sarah and Daniel?

There may be a connection!

Jack, this obsession with
Ricky Hanson... It has to stop!

That man nearly
destroyed UCOS last year,

and we've all
worked too damn hard

to see him get the last laugh!

I know you're angry...

No, actually, I'm not
angry. I'm disappointed.

God knows you've got every
reason to hate Ricky Hanson,

but you can't make
this a personal vendetta.

I'm not!

I'm not. It's just...

You know what it does to me

every time I hear
that man's name.

Now, before you say anything,

I've been thinking
about yesterday.

And I reckon I owe you.

For long service.

Consider that your
golden handshake.

How much you got there?

Yeah, I had a bit of a
result, as it happens.

Now, I want you to do
one more thing for me.

- Here we go.
- No, no, no.

You always did give the best
shave this side of Sweeney Todd.

So, come on, son.
Do your best work.

- Are you ready for this?
- I am indeed, mate.

- How about that, eh?
- Yeah. Same old cologne.

- Cor, takes you back, dunnit?
- Memories.

Yeah.

Oh!

What's happening?

You're making a big mistake
doing this while I'm here!

Want to bet?

You know what
happens to grasses.

Please, look. I-I'm not a grass.

You didn't think we
knew about you, Polish?

We've always known.

- Ooh!
- Stop it!

10 grand, and you can walk away.

Are you crazy? I
haven't got 10...

10 grand, or we torch
this place with you in it.

Aaah!

All right! All right!

Inside pocket of me overcoat.

You tell your governor

he's gonna lose more
than a card game.

You all right, mate?

Come on. Get up.
Get up. Try and stand.

- Where's Gerry?
- He went to see his snout.

He might not have a
job when he gets back.

Sandra knows.

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

I don't want to hear
another word till he gets here.

UCOS.

You all right, mate?

Give me that phone!

No, no, it's just
Sandra was wondering

when you might
be paying us a visit.

Give it to me!

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

Oh, I see.

Well, you take care.

I'm sorry, Sandra, but
he was with his snout

when they had a visit from
three of Hanson's goons.

What? Why?

They wanted Hanson's money back.

Out!

Just where in the
Life on Mars handbook

does it tell you to
gamble with villains

and freeze out your boss?

- You've heard, then?
- Oh, yeah.

And when Strickland hears,

I hope you know
where the job center is,

because you'll be driving
all four of us down there.

Hurry up.

I didn't want to put
you in a position

where you had
to tell Strickland.

No. You just didn't trust me.

We knew what you'd have to do.

And those are my
decisions to make, Jack.

Did it not occur to you

why nobody wanted you
anywhere near Hanson?

If you did find something,

how credible would
that evidence be

given what happened
to us at the trial last year?

Or have you all forgotten?

We showed him pictures
of Sarah and Daniel.

Now, I know he knows
more than he's saying.

It's not enough!

Monroe told you

he was a business
associate of Hanson's, right?

Well, he was more than that.

Hanson owns Monroe's
company... Suprabuild Construction.

Now, prior to the
spring of 1984,

it was a struggling
building firm.

And then, for some
reason, Hanson took it over.

How do you know that?

Because I've
been looking into it.

Then there's Ray Harris.

When I spoke
to him last night...

You did what?!

It's all right. You
can bollock me later.

And I asked him if he
knew Ricky Hanson,

and he said he didn't.

Well, he's not going to admit
to knowing a villain, is he?

And he also told me

that he left for
Spain in the mid-'80s.

Well, I checked exactly
when, and it was May 1984.

Sarah and Daniel disappeared,
the AFL was disbanded,

and Harris did a bunk
all within a month.

And it was around that time
that the 20/4s packed it in.

Sarah and Daniel
infiltrated the 20/4s,

led by Monroe, who is now
an employee of Ricky Hanson.

And Ray Harris had a grudge
against Sarah and Daniel,

and he was friends with Hanson.

And he drank in a boozer
which just happened to be

the 20/4s' local.

In which we have a photo of
Paterson standing with Harris.

And yesterday
Grant Lindon told you

Sarah was passing
information on to the police.

Stop. Stop.

These are all
circumstantial connections.

Is it just me, or have we
not got any actual evidence

to link Sarah and
Daniel with all of this?

Paterson was desperate to
nick Hanson even back then.

I'll lay any odds that he
was Sarah's connection.

You think he's gonna tell us?

No.

He might tell Gerry, though.

You'll talk to him?

- Puh!
- You'll talk to him.

In the old days, there was
us and there was villains.

And sometimes,
to get the job done,

you blurred the lines, play
one side off against the other.

Is that what you did
with Sarah and Daniel?

While we're discussing
blurring the lines,

what were you doing at
Hanson's house yesterday

and how come you
were with him in a casino

at 2:00 in the morning?

- You're very well informed.
- You're not CIB, Pullman.

You're detective super
in an office so run down

you can't even afford a
decent coffee machine!

I'm a detective super in
an office reinvestigating

the disappearance
of two young people.

And I really don't
need a lecture

on old-school
police procedure, sir.

Frank.

Fancy a cigarette?

Make yourselves comfortable.

You still got the bleeding
ass ache with me?

What, over Simone? No!

Good. 'Cause I saved you
a lot of grief there, my son.

She turned out to
be a real ear basher.

Do you remember
your ex... Jackie?

You didn't?

I've always liked you, Gerry.

I wish we could have
worked together more.

Well, maybe we can now.

Look, my governor's right.

Sarah was working
for you, wasn't she?

Oh, come on, Frank.

If this gets us
anywhere near Hanson,

it's a result for both of us.

Sarah was working for
herself, but I was useful to her.

Useful?

She and that Daniel haven't
been seen for 25 years.

All I know is they
were in The Albion

the last night
anybody saw them...

As was Harris,
Hanson, and Monroe.

Why wasn't any of
this in your report?

It's complicated.

Hanson used the 20/4s
as a front for drug pushing.

But after Sarah
and Daniel vanished,

he shut the business down.

The evidence was gone,
so were my two witnesses,

and no one was talking.

And you didn't want to
involve your friend Ray Harris.

He told me you could be relied
upon to get him out of a jam.

So, what was his involvement?

Wrong place at the wrong
time. His career was in trouble.

Last thing he needed was
getting involved in all that.

Besides, I gambled

Hanson would pick up
on the drugs racket again,

and I didn't want him
knowing I was onto him.

And did he?

No. He was too clever.

Made a bundle. Moved on.

So you sacrificed Sarah
and Daniel for nothing?

I think you're forgetting
who the senior officer is here.

They knew the risks, and I did
try and warn them to back off.

I went to their squat,
talked to some woman there.

Big tits. Red hair.

Janet Spencer?

Yeah. She said she'd
pass the message on.

Never saw them again.

Thank you.

You know the score.

Never show your
cards until you have to.

I'm out of this
job in six months.

- The clock's ticking.
- Meaning what?

Meaning you get
Harris or Monroe to talk,

maybe you've got a case.

But that's not the result
you want, is it, Jack?

- What result do I want?
- Justice for your wife.

And how am I gonna get that?

By going after someone
I've been courting for years.

- Who?
- Luke Hanson.

He was in the
car with his father

when your wife was murdered.

- How do you know that?
- Trust me.

But knowing's not
the same as proving.

All you want is one last collar.

We all want Hanson
off the streets, don't we?

Can you hear anything?

Not with you breathing
down me lug hole.

Oh! Oh, me back's gone! Oh.

What did he say?

He said he must need
his head examining.

I'm gonna back
you, but on my terms.

What happened to Sarah
Jones and Daniel Cobb

when they left
The Son Of Albion?

- How do you expect me to know?
- You were there.

All right. Tell me about Hanson.

What's to tell?

Oh, it must really
have wound you up.

I mean, you were running
a genuine political party,

and he's using it
as a drugs front.

Have you got anything
sensible to ask?

In 1984 your building
company almost went to the wall.

No pun intended.

And Hanson bailed you out.

Now he's not famous for
his charitable donations.

But he does reward loyalty.

What did you do for him?

Frank! Hey, nice
to see you, mate.

Look, I've got a show later on.
How long's it gonna take, this?

- All depends.
- On what?

How talkative you feel.

- Does she have to be here?
- Yes, she does.

Either I get the custody
sergeant to process you,

or we can do this
the old-fashioned way.

So, what went down
in the Albion that night?

I don't remember.

I can only help
you if you help me.

Why are you treating
me like a criminal?

I thought we was mates.

Did you?

A lot of people thought you'd
like to see the back of Sarah.

Then one day she's gone.

Handy!

Is this what you call
"the old-fashioned way"?

Nah. I haven't hit him yet.

Look, it was nothing
to do with me.

What wasn't?

- Are you alone?
- What do you want?

To know whether you're alone.

- Yeah.
- Can we come in?

Uh, no.

Nice flats, these.

You don't want to
worry your neighbors

by us banging on your
door all night, do you?

Sir.

Brian Lane, Metropolitan Police.

I'm here to see Janet Spencer.

Janet, why don't you grow up?

Don't you dare
speak to me like that!

How dare you be so patronizing?

Well, well, well.
Friends reunited.

You know I had a wife who died?

You know what happened to her.

Do I?

We're not here to
play games, Luke.

She was hit by a car
driven by your father.

I know because
he told me himself.

Then what you asking me for?

Because you were in the car
too. You were with him. You saw it.

Why are you back with him again?

He stole your girlfriend.
Set you up for arson.

Well, he's my dad. He's...

He's all I got.

Is that what he tells you?

Mm.

What do you think your
future's gonna be, Luke?

He pays for this
place, I take it?

How long before he
decides you know too much?

Look what happened
to your uncle.

Nothing happened to him.

Just because we couldn't
charge your father doesn't mean

your uncle's not propping
up a junction of the M25.

He killed his own brother.

What conscience has he got?

Before Sarah and
Daniel disappeared,

you had a visit
from a policeman.

He told you to warn
them about the 20/4s.

I don't remember.

Oh, yes, you do.

You were a junior
member of the AFL.

Sarah was the star,

the one picked by Grant
to carry out his plan.

Whoa.

Getting in with the
20/4s wasn't my idea.

She said it was.

My idea?

It was yours.

You knew I was against it.
I said it was too dangerous.

No, wait.

A few nights before those
skinheads came to the squat,

some bloke came 'round.

Friend of Sarah's, you said.

I don't remember.

I'd had a terrible time
with canceled shows.

It was that cow Sarah's doing.

So I went down the
Albion to drown my sorrows,

and there she was with
Hanson and Monroe.

Turns out her and her boyfriend

had been passing
themselves off as one of them.

- I told them who she really was.
- And then?

Ricky told me to
get out of the way,

book in a hotel for
a couple of nights

while they dealt with them.

Dealt with them? How?

- I don't know.
- Where did they take them?

I don't know that either.

You mean you don't want to know.

Did they have
lockups, warehouses?

Monroe might have.

He wasn't really a mate.

It's just 'cause
Ricky had asked him

to do my conservatory
at the time.

If anything happened to
Sarah or Daniel, it's your fault.

Not a day goes by when I
haven't regretted not warning them.

Is that why you run this...

place?

Makes you feel better, does it?

We used to laugh at you.

Only had you around 'cause
your family were loaded.

Never trust a Trustafarian.

I should have known better.

George!

Open the door!

Gerry, go away.

I don't need this!

Oi! I'm not asking
you. I'm telling you.

Open the door!

If Hanson knows you're a grass,

how come you're
still able to walk?

What do you mean?

Well, you got
something on everybody.

That's your insurance.

- What have you got on him?
- Nothing.

Come on.

Don't tell me there's
not a little black book

in a safety deposit
box somewhere.

Now, George, please.
I need an ace here.

I won't need money
this time, Gerry.

I'll need protection.

Yeah, well, if it's
worth it, you'll get it.

There's a story about Ricky...

and his son's ex, Lysette.

We know all about that.

No, you don't.

Yeah, we're getting something.

Well, you'd
better start drilling.

Sir.

Time's running out, Pete.

You better get your side of the
story in before Ricky gets his.

We've made a
rather nasty discovery

under Ray Harris's conservatory.

Ring any bells?

It was Ricky's idea to
take them to Ray's place.

I thought we'd just
rough them up a bit.

Tell me what happened.

Ricky was already
laying into the lad

when Sarah said something
about going to the police,

how she had something on us.

I don't know. Well, that was it.

He pulled out a knife
and let Daniel have it.

I suppose he wanted Sarah
to see what she had coming.

Ricky Hanson
murdered Daniel Cobb?

Yeah.

Well, and then
he killed her too.

- And the bodies?
- We buried them.

Well, the equipment
was already there.

Ricky reckoned
if they found them,

they'd finger Ray for it.

- Jack.
- There he is again.

How many times have I
played this out in my head?

Go home, Jack.

I can't be worrying about
you whilst I'm doing this.

So, please, go home.

Just nail the bastard.

We know about the drugs
ring you set up with the 20/4s.

And we know you
killed Sarah and Daniel.

- Bollocks.
- Charming as ever.

What are you doing here, anyway?

Enjoying myself.

Tell us about Lysette, Ricky.

What do you want
to know about her for?

The exact nature
of your relationship.

Don't have nothing
to do with her.

She lives in Málaga now, right?

Yeah.

I bunged her a few
grand, told her to piss off.

Unusually generous of you.

As is this.

According to your bank,

you send Lysette 1,500
euros every month.

Plus you cover the
rent on her apartment.

Little love nest, is it?

You tell me. You seem
to know all about it.

It's a bit more complicated
than that, though, isn't it?

For the benefit of the tape,

I'm showing Mr. Hanson a
DNA report, exhibit number SP01.

What's this?

Lysette Perry's DNA
sample. And exhibit SP07.

- Yours.
- They match.

You're her father. And
you had sex with her.

This is what you've
come down to, is it?

You really are
desperate, aren't you?

So you admit you knew?

I ain't admitting nothing.

I've just told you that you had

a sexual relationship
with your daughter,

and you didn't even blink.

I can understand why
no one knew about it.

Wouldn't do your cred on
the street much good, would it?

That better not be a threat.

And I take it you
also didn't tell Luke

that he'd been sleeping
with his half sister.

See you tomorrow.

What was that for?

Son!

You can see what
they're doing, can't you?

- Yeah.
- They're playing you.

I swear I never touched
her after I found out.

Who told you about it?

Lysette said her
mother had told her

to keep away from the family.

I wanted to know why.

It turns out her mum had been
a stripper in one of me clubs.

I didn't even know
she'd had a kid.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- How could I?

- You tell her?
- Course not!

I loved her.

When we're out of
here, I'll explain it all.

There's nothing to explain.

Luke, we're family.
We can sort this.

Just stop it, all right?

I've had it, Dad.

I want to make a statement.

I was in the car
that night with him.

And when he hit
Mr. Halford's wife, he laughed.

How did you do it?!

Put it there!

Come on in! Come on in!

I'll get the glasses out.

Tell me all about it!

We did it, love.

We got him.

♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

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

♪ 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 ♪

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