All language subtitles for New Tricks - S06E02 - The Truth Is Out There

Morning, Andy.
-Morning, Mr. Halford.

-Call me on the mobile
when it's done.

Oh, so you know how
to use a mobile now?

Just do the MOT.

No disrespect,
Mr. Halford.

Sorry, mate, l had to
bring them with me.

-Strickland wants us
to meet him at Mill Hill.

-And this is the only mode
of transport between us?

-Yeah, l got clamped.

LANE: Somebody nicked
the front wheel off me bike.

-l'm riding shotgun.

STANDlNG:
Come on, we're late!

LANE: lt's actually
not too bad back here.

Just keep wiggling your toes.
-Why?

So you don't get DVT.
-Eh?

Deep-vein thrombosis.

WATERMAN: # lt's alright,
it's okay #

# doesn't really matter
if you're old and gray #

# lt's alright,
l say, it's okay #

# listen to what l say #

# lt's alright,
doin' fine #

# doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine #

# lt's alright,
l say, it's okay #

# we're gettin' to
the end of the day # #

SubRIP docent{mults.org

PULLMAN: Sorry to keep you, sir.
Car trouble.

LANE:
And bike trouble.

-You're probably all wondering
what l'm doing here.

HALFORD:
lt had occurred to us.

-l've been asked
to pilot a new scheme

which aims to ensure
senior ranks

interface more regularly
with what's happening

further down
the chain of command.

Slumming it, you mean.

l prefer to see it
as maintaining

a ground-up approach
to policing.

Shall we get started?

Five years ago,

Dean Scott was found dead
right where l'm standing.

He'd apparently shot himself
with his own gun.

At the time, it was
recorded as suicide.

Dean Scott, as some of you
may remember,

made his fortune
in the late '80s

from a huge
timeshare resort.

Oh, the Lord
of Lanzagrotty.

lndeed.

Last week, an escort
called Alice Hill

came forward to say that
she'd witnessed somebody

forcing their way into the
house shortly before he died,

so l want you
to reopen the case.

Was he as dodgy
as he sounds?

No.
No criminal record.

But l think the
''Death of a Timeshare Salesman''

should be dealt with
as thoroughly as any other.

Don't you agree?

Right, follow me.

''Death of
a Timeshare Salesman''?

l bet he's been practicing
that all morning.

STRlCKLAND: Now, according to
Alice Hill's statement,

''l was round
at Dean's house.

When l was leaving,
l grabbed my things

and slipped out the back so
the neighbors wouldn't see me,

walked off down the drive,
heard this metal, banging noise,

turned around

and there was this bloke really
pounding on the front door.

Dean answered it. They started
kicking off, big-time.

Then the bloke pushed his way in
and l legged it.''

[Mobile ringtone]

Ha ha, the commissioner's
having lunch with Boris.

Wants me to join them first,
for drinks.

So can you take over,
Sandra?

-l'll do my best, sir.

[Whispering]
''Boris.''

-Pleasantly short-lived
new initiative.

You can't beat a quick
interface, can you?

LANE: Hasta la vista.

No problemo.

Hasta la vista.
No pro--

-Planning a holiday,
Brian?

-Course not.

What the hell would l do
on holiday?

Problemo.

-No joy with
Companies House, then?

-No, not a single record --

on Dean Scott's
business, anyway.

Now, according to this
old Telegraph article,

his Lazy Palms
Timeshare Resort

was bought by a Spanish
company three years ago,

so l shall give them
a call.

-A list of timeshare owners
would be useful.

See if anybody
had an ax to grind.

Ahem. Oh, hi.
Buongiornol

Um, l. . .

would like to, uh, parlez
with the boss grande, por favor.

No, no, um --

Ah. Si.
Me from across el agua,

uh, to telephoner

about Señor Dean Scott.

Fonta-what?
¿ Fon-- Fontanero?

Oh, hang on, hang on.
Uh, uno momento, por favor.

Fon-, fon-, fon-.

Fontanero.

''Plumber''?
No, no, no.

iNo fontanerol

No, me policia
from l'Angleterre.

She put me on hold.

l never knew
you were bilingual.

PULLMAN: Should be
just along here.

STANDlNG: Under the bridge,
Alice Hill said.

What's an escort doing
with that lot?

PULLMAN:
We'll soon find out.

# Can you feel
His spirit? #

# Can you
feel His touch? #

# Can you open up
your heart #

# and let Him in? #

# We're God's new army #

# we are singing songs
of love #

# songs of love
from up above

# that made a sign #

# We're God's new army #

# we are soldiers
armed with love #

# love is
all you need #

l could get into this.

-You can't just turn up
for the band, Gerry.

# We're God's new army #

# and we're singing
songs of love #

Hi.

-Hi.

STANDlNG: ls that Alice Hill?
-Yeah, that's Alice.

She's wonderful.
We really love her.

How long's she been
a volunteer?

About three months, now,
but it feels like

she's been with us
forever.

l saw you tapping
your foot just now.

Yeah, this lot
really rocks.

-Did you feel it?
-What, the rhythm?

The spirit.

He's brought you to us,
both of you.

Join our army
of believers.

Look, thanks for asking, but
we're a bit busy, at the moment.

The spirit is
in you both.

Excuse us.

PULLMAN: Alice Hill?
-Yeah.

Det Supt Pullman

from the Unsolved Crime
and Open Case Squad.

Oh, yeah, of course.

Can we go
somewhere private?

You were at Dean Scott's until
what time on the night he died?

About 1 :00
in the morning.

PULLMAN: Regular client?
-No, it was our first time.

Did he find you
through an agency?

My Web site.

-You got an address
for that?

Yeah, um,

www. hotescort69foru.co. uk.

Are you still working?

Actually, l've quit
the business.

So. . .?

lt's paid up
'til the end of the year.

ln your original statement,
you said you didn't see

the man's face.
-That's right.

Well, what did you see? Was he
short, tall; black, white?

He was white,
and the only other thing

l remember was
his leather jacket.

lt was nice,
expensive.

-When did you hear
about Dean Scott's death?

A few days later,
on the news.

But you didn't
come forward then.

No. ln that line of work,
you learn to keep what you see

to yourself --
it's safer that way.

Look, l've come forward now.
l didn't have to.

l could've just
kept quiet.

Why didn't you?

-My conscience wouldn't let me,
not since l found God.

Have you ever been
fingerprinted?

No.
-Then we'll need to take them.

-Why? l haven't
broken any laws.

No, it's so we
can eliminate your prints

from any others found
at the scene of the crime.

-All right.

PULLMAN: The site's had
over 20,000 hits.

Brian, is it possible
to find out

whether Dean Scott ever
visited this Web page?

lt depends how long the server
company keeps records.

l'll check it for you.

-Thank you, and find out
if there's been

any bookings
through it lately.

-What, you think
she's still working?

-Don't you?

-l think she's trying
to turn her life around.

-According to this, the deceased
was the face of Lazy Palms

and he had a partner,

a small-time property developer
called Mike Barnes,

so the question is,
how did Dean Scott,

an estate agent
from Bethnal Green,

and this Mike Barnes character
raise enough cash

to build a whacking great
timeshare resort?

Yes, exactly.

Come on, let's go
and see the widow.

STANDlNG: Right.
She's in Kilburn, isn't she?

-Ooh, muchas gracias.

-What you got?

-lt's the list
of timeshare owners

from way back
when Dean was alive.

l'll run the details
through the PNC,

see if any of them
have got criminal records.

-Great.
-iAdios, amigosl

Mrs. Pamela Scott?
-That's right.

Det Supt Pullman.
-What's happened?

Can we come in?

Thank you.

-Thank you.

We've decided to reopen
the investigation

into your husband's death.

You don't seem
very surprised by this.

Well, deep down,
l never really believed

that Dean killed himself.

We loved each other.
We were a team.

''Pearl & Dean,''
that's what they called us.

That was our
1 0th wedding anniversary.

[Sniffle]

We were soulmates.

He was 20 years older than me.
He was still a big kid.

Nice.

Well, it's all gone, now, of
course, the money, the jewels.

-What happened to it?

Six months
after Dean died,

his business partner,
Mike Barnes,

offered me the chance
to buy him out --

his share of Lazy Palms
for £1 .

l thought it was the most
wonderful gesture.

l trusted him --

he was best man
at the wedding --

so l signed the papers.

l found out later that,
on the day of Dean's funeral,

Mike had mortgaged
the lot.

Once it was all
unraveled,

there were just debts,
not assets.

About 2 million quid's
worth, to be precise.

lt completely
wiped me out.

So, thanks to Mike's
creative accounting,

l'm stuck here,
in glamorous Kilburn.

What made you decide
to reopen the case?

A new witness
came forward.

She said she saw a man trying
to barge into the house

the night
that Dean died.

-ln the original police
report, it says that

you spent the night
with your mother.

-That's right.
She was sick.

l came home the next morning
and l found him.

He didn't leave a note?

No, well, l've always
wondered about that

because it seemed
a bit wrong, somehow.

You said ''she.''
The witness was a woman?

Yeah.
-Who?

l'm afraid
we can't tell you that.

You can't see the front door
from the street,

so she must've been
in the grounds.

What was she
doing there?

Please,
l need to know.

The witness was
an escort.

She was in the house?

Jack Halford?

-Yes.

-You want to see me
about Dean Scott.

DCl Barney Morris?
-No, it's DS, now.

Oh, what happened?

Decided l didn't want a desk
job, so l got meself demoted.

Listen, can we
make this quick?

l need to be back on
the street in half an hour,

or the crackheads will start
wondering where l am.

You're undercover.

-No, l've got this serious
personal hygiene problem.

What do you think?
Listen, before we start,

l just want to say you're
wasting your time with this.

He shot himself.
Forensics proved it.

Well, maybe
you missed something.

You read the case files?
-Yes.

Yeah, well, then,
you'll know we were thorough.

We looked into his finances,
through his personal life,

into his movements
the week before he died.

All we came up with was
rich bloke, loved his wife,

but also never forgot
where he came from.

What do you mean, ''never
forgot where he came from''?

Well, he went for a few drinks
in a pub in the East End

the night before he died.
-HALFORD: The Robert Peel.

That's the one.
-So?

Well, Peeler's is
a bit of a dump, you know,

but it's two streets away
from where he was born.

l guess he wanted
one look at the old manor

before he topped himself.

Trust me, it's
a wild goose chase, this.

There's nothing there.

You never found out
about the escort.

What escort?

The one that was at Dean Scott's
house the night he died.

You know what really hacks
me off about all this, eh?

You two twirlies,
sitting behind your desks,

with nothing better to do
than trawl through old cases.

Why don't you just go off
and play golf, or something,

leave the police work
to me?

-We might, if we weren't too
busy, cleaning up your mess.

Are we done?

We're done.

-What are you doing here?

You used to be
Detective Chief Super.

Where's your self-respect?

That went well.

l thought so.

One particularly
dark night,

l went through the album,

cutting Mike Barnes
from our lives.

Does Barnes still live
in Lanzarote?

No, he's back in London.

He runs one of those
''Property Millionaire'' seminars.

Here.

Did your husband and Mike Barnes
ever fall out?

-l'm not sure.
He never mentioned it.

No enemies?

Well, he had his fair share.
lt didn't help that the papers

were always on about him being
a dodgy timeshare baron.

Did you get threatening
phone calls

or people coming to the house?
-No.

Other than the man
that killed him.

They've run out
of soap again!

How hard can it be to keep
a dispenser topped up?

You're not letting what Serpico
said bother you, are you?

What? No, no, no, no. l've just
had the garage on the phone.

Bloody car's failed
its MOT.

lt was driving
perfectly well yesterday!

lt's not even
all that old.

-Did they say
when you'll get it back?

-Oh, no! They're going to
send away for parts.

lt'll be days.

That's me,
on the public transport.

Good job you've got
your bus pass, then.

No, thank you very much.

Last time l was on a bus,
some woman offered me her seat.

Hmm, that was nice.
Very respectful.

Who needs that kind
of respect?

And when l turned her down,
she pointed to the sign

saying give it up
to the elderly

and then called me
a miserable old git!

-[Chuckle]

[Beeping]

Yes! Adrian Osler.

Timeshare owner with previous.
He shoots, he scores!

Ha-ha, ha-ha!

l've checked that list
against the PNC.

PULLMAN: Okay,
so what have you found?

[Ring]

LANE: l did have one match.
-Halford.

A disgruntled timeshare owner

who was held
in contempt of court

and issued a caution
for assault.

Hardly
Britain's Most Wanted.

Well, the contempt arose during
a case against Dean Scott.

Adrian Osler sued him

for emotional distress,

then became abusive when he lost
and punched his solicitor.

Good, sounds promising.

Follow it up, will you?

Thanks for your help.
That was ballistics.

And?

-The blood splatter patterns
indicate that Dean

was fairly low to the ground
when the trigger was pulled.

What, he was kneeling
when he shot himself?

-Or he was on his knees,
begging for his life.

Maybe Mike Barnes needed
to borrow a couple of million

against
the timeshare resort,

but Dean refused,
so he killed him.

The original inquiry
checked with immigration.

Barnes wasn't in the country
on the night in question.

Yeah, but he could've
slipped in under the radar.

lf you're going to bump someone
off, that's the smart plan.

He's holding a ''How to Be
a Property Millionaire'' seminar

tomorrow; l want you
and Gerry there undercover.

Yeah, l've always wanted
to hear

what those property gurus
have got to say.

Mr. Osler?

Yeah?

We're from the Met. We need to
talk to you about Dean Scott.

l've got nothing to say
about him.

But you did, in court.

You said -- and l quote --
''He ruined my life.''

Well, he did,
but what does it matter now?

He shot himself and my life's
still crap -- end of story.

So tell us why
you hated him so much.

Well, let me see.
Oh, yeah.

My wife divorced me, l lost
me job, then l went bankrupt.

Yeah, but it wasn't
all his fault.

-Wasn't it?
Listen, we bought one

of his crappy timeshare villas
on our honeymoon,

which is ironic, because,
six years later,

my lovely wife was by the pool,
tits out, when Juan the waiter

turned up with a piña colada
and ended our marriage.

What, she ran off
with Juan?

-Yeah.
Then took me to the cleaners.

She got the house, the car,
the savings. Guess what l got.

Timeshare villa?

Bingo. But, by then, no one
was interested in them,

so l couldn't get
a decent price.

Then, when l defaulted
on the ripoff service charge,

the Lord of Lanzagrotty
kindly sent the bailiffs round,

which was just
what l needed,

and that's when l went
a bit la-la.

Got me P45
and ended up bankrupt.

So do me a favor:
don't tell me

it wasn't his fault,
when l know that it was!

So you took Dean
to court?

lt was either that,
or kill meself.

But you lost the case and,
a year later, he was dead.

Every cloud
has a silver lining.

Half of me wonders whether
DS Morris wasn't right.

Maybe l should
retire properly.

l think l'd fail
my MOT, Mary --

[Chuckle]
too many emissions.

Of course, the other half of me
wants to show the cocky sod

what a lifetime
of experience gives you,

apart from a bad back
and Alzheimer's.

Maybe l could make
last orders, if l hurry.

What can l get you?

Oh, uh, l'll have
a doner kebab.

Quiet night.

Every night is quiet,
since the pub closed down.

Tell me, have you ever
seen this man?

He looks
kind of familiar.

-lt would be, what?
Ooh, five years ago.

He's the bloke,
he come in one night,

he buy kebabs
for everybody in the pub,

maybe 50 of them,
to celebrate when. . .

West Ham, they beat
Sheffield United,

and then he gets into a fight
with somebody outside the pub.

When was that?

-Must be. . . late 2004?

-Was he a regular?

-No, no, he only come in
that one time.

-Ah, he must've made
quite an impression.

lt was a big night. Do you want
some chili sauce with this?

Oh, yes,
l think so, yes.

[ Quietly ]
Oh!

Brian! Look, hide that thing,
before anyone sees it.

l wish you'd get
a mountain bike,

summat with
a bit more street cred.

-Gerry, there are no mountains
in London, so far as l know.

Just get rid of it!

So what's your name?

-Ron Evans. Yours?

Arthur Miller.
-What?!

You know,
like the writer.

-Yeah, l know
who Arthur Miller was.

Excuse me, please.

-l just don't think it's a good
idea for you to use the name.

Well, l can't change now.

lt's an integral part
of my persona.

Bicycle clip.

Well, good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

Good afternoon.

Now is the time to buy.

And do not let anybody
tell you otherwise.

Do you know why?
Well, l'll tell you why.

Because it is cheap.

Honestly, it is
bargain city out there,

for anybody who's got the balls
to actually go for it.

Do you want to be successful?
-Yes.

Oh, come on.
l'll ask you again.

Do you want to be
successful?!

Yes!

-Good! Do you want to be
a property millionaire, like me?

Yes!

-Of course you do,
and doesn't that sound great?

Becoming a property millionaire.
That is the name of the game.

And do you know
what the trick is?

The trick is very,
very simple.

lt's knowing what to buy,
where to buy it,

and how
to borrow the money.

That's crucial,
how to borrow the money,

and that is what l'm
going to be teaching you,

using my solid-gold secrets
to becoming. . .

a property millionaire.

MAN: Whoo!

You know, there might be
something in this.

l could do with a way
of earning some extra cash.

-Nah, his figures are way
too optimistic.

-Anyone ever tell you,
Brian, you're a killjoy,

do you know that?
-[Grumbling] Yeah.

Ah! Mike, may l?
-Sure.

-Listen, you really inspired me,
up there. Great stuff!

-Aw, thanks,
thanks very much. . . Ron,

that's really kind of you;
it makes it all worthwhile.

Hi! Arthur Miller.

Well, not the Arthur Miller,
of course, the other one.

We're partners.
- Business partners.

Right, so, well,
tell me, Arthur,

how big's
your portfolio?

-[Laughing] Oh,
virtually nonexistent.

l'm the numbercruncher.

-Oh, well, there you go,
you're the brains of the outfit.

-He thinks he is.
Look, l am right, aren't l?

You were big in timeshare
in the '80s, weren't you?

Yeah, that's right.
Well, l dabbled, yeah.

l bet you wrote the book
on how to sell 'em.

-Yeah, l did, as it happens.
God, l tell you what --

l remember we used to
get the punters

in on the promise
of some free radio

or a voucher for some dodgy
chicken-and-sangria shack.

And, of course, in those days,
it was all families, you know,

so you'd say to the dad,
if he smoked,

''Listen, mate, for the price
of a pack of fags,

you could buy yourself

and your family
a small slice of paradise.''

And do you know what?

lt works, because you're
selling them their dreams.

Every time,
you can't go wrong.

-Brilliant, brilliant!

l'll tell you who was
a hero of mine, though --

the Lord of Lanzagrotty.
What was he like?

What, Dean Scott?
-Yeah. A legend!

-Yeah. Yeah, he was.
He was a great man.

[Tearfully] ln fact,
l miss him dearly.

Anyway, listen,
it's been really nice,

reminiscing with you fellas,
but l really ought to shoot.

l'd better go and talk
to some of the others,

otherwise, they'll think l'm
ignoring them. See you later.

Eh!
-The hair?

Could hardly miss it.

LANE: Yeah, he dyes his hair.
-And his eyebrows.

Very badly.

-He's a bottle blond
with something to hide.

PULLMAN:
lt might just be vanity.

No, there's more to it
than that.

What does he want?

Yo!

l've had a look at the
postmortem files, Jack.

Obviously, because he was
cremated, all l've had to go on

is the pathology report
and the photographic evidence,

but that's cool, l can be pretty
lateral, when l need to be.

What did you find?!

The gunshot to the head
will have masked any bruising

he may have sustained
around the face,

but check out those marks
on his knuckles.

lt looks like your boy was
in a punchup, after all.

Kudos, Jack.

-Why wasn't this mentioned
in the report?

Probably because they
weren't contemporaneous.

-How soon before his death
did the fight take place?

No more than a couple of days.

-Right.
Anything else to tell us?

-Yeah, l've just bought a new
Porsche and it's a monster.

About the case!

No.

Bye, Steve.
-Laters, brethren.

Much later, hopefully.

A witness saw Dean get
into a punchup outside

The Robert Peel when West Ham
played Sheffield United

and that match was played
on the 1 1th of September.

The day before he died.

Who's the himbo?

Ah, shall we?

STANDlNG:
Alice, are you in?

l hope you're getting
paid overtime.

l could say the same
to you.

God's work is never done.
-Neither is police work.

Alice, your fingerprints
didn't match any

that came away
from the scene of the crime.

l was wearing gloves.

Ah, l'd forgotten that.
Long velvet ones.

l've still got them,
if you want to take a look.

No, no, no.

Did Dean mention anything
about having a fight?

No.

-l know that men open up
in these situations.

The intimacy
of strangers.

Yeah.
Did you discuss anything?

Other than the price?

[Laughs]
Yeah, other than the price.

Uh. . .

yeah, but it was just
small talk, the usual.

Why did you get
into that world?

l needed the money
and l liked sex.

Still do,
as it happens.

l thought
it would be okay.

But it wasn't?

-No, you lose something.

And no matter what you tell
yourself, you can't get it back.

Oh, so you haven't
lived here long?

-No.

-Looks nice.
-Yeah.

[Kiss] Well, thanks
for walking me home.

-Pleasure.

Night-night.
-Bye.

We ran a license-plate
check on the BMW.

lt's registered to a 26-year-
old called Callum Jones.

-They had dinner together,
then went back

to Mike Barnes's house.

STANDlNG: So they're gay.
What does that prove?

-Correction: the neighbors say
Callum Jones is his son.

You mean stepson.
-Apparently not.

So one of them's
changed his name.

[Humming]

Oops, sorry folks,
you're a little bit early.

lf you just want to wait
in the other room,

then the seminar
won't be long.

We're not here for the seminar.
Det Supt Pullman.

Right.
H-How can l help?

We'd like to talk to you
about your son, Callum.

ls he all right?
-So he is your boy, then?

Then your real name
must be Jones.

No. No, it's Barnes.

Mike Barnes.
-Oh, can you explain to me

why you and your son
have different surnames?

Yeah, it's because paternity
is a complicated business, love,

and just because
l raised him as my own,

it doesn't necessarily mean
that he actually is.

Have you ever been
in trouble with the police?

No.
No, l haven't.

Then you won't mind
coming back to the station,

so we can run that through
the system, just to be sure.

Okay.

Oh!

Oh!

Ahh!

Are you all right?

[Panting]
Yeah, fine.

Good.

[Buzz]

[Beep, beep]

Right, boys, tell me
everything you know

about the Dover Street robbery.
-STANDlNG: Dover Street?

-Yeah.
-STANDlNG: Ooh, very tasty.

November 1 985.

Brilliantly executed job,
from start to finish.

HALFORD:
Big one, too.

-They got away with
£7 million in gold bullion by

digging their way into the bank
from the laundry next door.

And no one heard a thing.
-Because of the tumble dryers?

No, fireworks --
it was Bonfire Night.

So who were the suspects?

-Well, there was
Handsome Johnny Tevis.

l mean,
everyone knows that

he cut his teeth on that blag,
but there was never

enough evidence to make
anything stick.

''Teflon Tevis.''
No change, there.

Yeah, the only one caught
was Frank Powell,

when he tried selling his share
of the stash a few months later.

He did 1 0 years,
but kept his mouth shut.

And then, of course,
there was the Vanishing Man.

Mmm, Trevor Jones.

-Cor, right piece of work,
he was.

What?

lt's not.
-Oh, yes, it is.

Mike Barnes is
Trevor Jones.

You're kidding!
-l thought he was dead.

HALFORD: Under lock and key
in our nick.

STANDlNG: Or banged up
in South America, or something.

-[Chortle] lt makes you glad
to have lived this long.

They never recovered
that gold, you know.

Well, 7 million reasons,
right there,

to change your name.

HALFORD: Back when l was a DS,
there was this career criminal

called Trevor Jones.

He was a bit special
and everyone knew it.

Then, suddenly, in the winter
of 1 985, he vanished.

His passport expired two years
later and was not renewed

and he's never been
seen, since.

-Well, it sounds like
he died.

No, he was reborn,
as Mike Barnes.

That plastic surgeon

did a really good job.

Your own mother
wouldn't recognize you.

You look
1 0 years younger.

You couldn't give me
his name, could you?

lt's all very funny,
but it's also a big mistake.

-We believe that,
on November 5, 1 985,

you were involved in
the Dover Street bank robbery.

Well, let me tell you --
l wasn't and,

as l've already told you,
l'm not who you think l am.

The fingerprint database
doesn't lie, Mr. Jones.

-You were all so careful
in that bank:

no evidence, no prints,
nothing.

lt was almost perfect.
-Almost.

But how frustrating
it must have been,

to have to wear gloves
all the time.

-Too frustrating,
so you took one off,

just so you could hold some
of that gold,

feel it in the palm
of your hand.

-Unfortunately, when you
came to split the haul,

Frank Powell got that bar.

-With your prints
all over it.

-And then he tried to sell it
and got himself arrested.

You must've gone over
that moment

so many times
in the last 24 years.

One set of prints
on one lousy gold bar,

hanging over you,
haunting you.

-You should never have
come home, Trevor.

[Sigh]

l just wanted to be
near my boy.

Tell us about your relationship
with Dean Scott.

No comment.

Trevor, we've got you
on the gold.

We know you built
the timeshare to launder it

and got Dean to front it
so you could reinvent yourself.

lt's time to start
cooperating.

He's right.
lt'll look good.

-All right, okay, okay.

All right, he was
my business partner.

Did you kill him?
-No, of course l bloody didn't.

l was in Lanzarote when he died.
-Can you prove that?

Yes, l can.
lf you check the records

at the Monteros Hospital,
you will discover

that l was in there,
having a hernia operation,

and sodding painful
it was, too.

What about Frank Powell,
or Johnny Tevis?

-l dunno. What's the question --
did one of them shoot him?

HALFORD: Yes.
-l've no idea!

Was Dean in on
the robbery?

-Oh, for god's sake.

Dean wasn't a criminal!
He was an estate agent!

There's a difference?

-You've had a good run
for your money, Trevor,

but it's over
and we all know it.

Well, now you know.
[Both laughing]

He's been charged
with Dover Street. No bail.

Yes!
-Excellent!

-And this report
concludes

that the robbery was
a 3-man job.

Any less, and they
couldn't have shifted

that amount of gold
in the time allotted;

any more, and there
wouldn't have been

enough room in the vault
for them.

So that's Frank Powell,
Mike Barnes aka Trevor Jones,

and, in all likelihood,
Johnny Tevis.

-And Dean was just
the laundryman?

-Well, they were pros.

They wouldn't take a civilian
on a job like that.

-Oh! Haven't we got
any fresh milk?

No, we haven't.
-Well, didn't you get some more?

Well, have it black.
lt won't kill you.

According to
the Probation Service,

Frank Powell was released
from prison August 1 5, 2004.

-Well, that's a month
before Dean died.

-Yeah. Now, he runs a snooker
club in Whitechapel.

-Off we go, then.

No, l'll tell you
what, guv, l think, uh --

l think l'll be better
on me own.

Hi, uh,

tell Frank Powell
that Gerry Standing

wants a word,
will you?

Well, go on then!

Do l know you?

No.

But l know you.

You put my old man
inside.

[Blade clicks]

He'd want me to give you this.
-Hold on, hold on.

Come on!
What you gonna do now, eh?

Come on, then!
Come on!

Eh! What you gonna do
now, eh? Come on!

What you gonna do?
What you gonna do now?

Come on.

Drop the knife,
get lost,

and don't come back.

[Relieved exhale]
Yeah, cheers.

-lt's been a while,
Gerry.

[Chuckling] Yeah.
You got a license for that?

Course l have.

But not for that.

Ha.
Who was that?

l cannot tell you.

Can't, or won't?

l'm sorry it happened
in my place, Gerry,

but l won't
grass him up.

Looks like we've got
a little problem, then.

So?

-How well did you know
Dean Scott?

Dean?
So that's why you're here.

We kicked around a bit
when we was kids.

So you were mates?
-Back then.

What about Trevor Jones?

Was he part
of your gang?

When you were kids.

Yeah, he was
our little mascot.

Now, when you got
released,

did you go and have
a drink with Dean,

for old times' sake?

No.

Because timing's
a funny thing, innit?

You see, you get out,
he gets killed.

Dean shot hisself.

Wait a minute.
You think he was murdered.

24 hours before he died,

Dean had a fight
outside The Peeler's.

Was that with you?

No.

Well, who then?

Or shall we have a look
for the license

for that shooter?

-[Sigh]

He had a bit of a barney
with Johnny Tevis.

What about?
-l dunno. Johnny never told me.

Where can l find him?

Last l heard,
he was down the South Coast.

That was a while ago.
l doubt he'd be there now.

The server company
only keep records

going back three years,

so we can't check if Dean
visited Alice Hill's Web site.

Any sign she's still
getting work through it?

No. Closed her contact number
down three months ago

and the email's
on bounce-back.

Morning, all.

Morning!

l went to see Frank Powell!
-Oh, yeah?

Yeah. He reckons the fight
outside the pub was with Tevis,

but he doesn't know
what it was about.

PULLMAN: lt's time
we talked to Mr. Tevis.

You could have
a problem, there.

Nobody's seen him
for at least six months.

Even my informants
don't know where he is.

Now, given the fact
he is a bit of a nomad,

he just seems to have
vanished into thin air.

-l don't like the sound of that.
Keep trying, Gerry.

Right, l'm off to see Pamela.
Maybe she can enlighten us.

See you later, boys.

-Ta-ta.

They took 1 50 1 2.5-kilo bars
of gold bullion.

That means 50 bars each.

Frank got nicked, Trevor built
his timeshare resort,

so what did Johnny Tevis do
with his share?

Well, there's only
three possibilities:

he sold it, stashed it,
or spent it slowly.

-The longer you wait,
the easier it is.

l wonder
if he's been nicked.

What, Teflon Tevis?
We'd have heard.

There'd have been a party,
with drinks, maybe even nibbles.

Oh, yeah, those little
chicken satay sticks.

Oh, do you like them? Ew!
-l love them.

No, they're horrible, those.
-What, in the peanut sauce?

Yes! No, l like those little
vol-au-vents best.

-Those are half-baked
pies, them.

Oi!
Have a butcher's at this.

[Alert pulsing]

HALFORD: He's
in witness protection.

Oh!

[Hiccoughing sobs]

Christ!
Pamela! Are you hurt?

-No.
-Who did this?

-l don't want
to talk about it.

[Sobbing]

-Pamela, is someone
trying to stop you

from cooperating
with us?

We've arrested
Mike Barnes.

-For what?

-For his part in
the Dover Street robbery.

You've heard of it.

Yeah.

Did you know
he was involved?

-Was Dean?
-We don't think so, no.

Mike Barnes's real name is
Trevor Jones.

After the robbery,

he built the timeshare resort
to launder the proceeds.

ls that why Dean
was killed?

lt's possible.

Do you know a man called
Johnny Tevis?

Yes, he came
to visit us a few times

in Lanzarote;
he was a friend of Mike's.

Dean got
into a fight with him

the night before he died --
any idea why?

No. No, he never
mentioned it.

[Gasp]

Do you think Johnny Tevis
killed Dean?

Do you?

-l don't know.

[Gently] Tell me
who smashed the place up.

l can't.
-We can protect you.

[Alarm chirps]

Good morning.
Det Supt Pullman.

l just want to talk to you
about that guy --

HALFORD: Yeah.

UCOS.
We're here to see your boy.

-lD.

Cheers.
You all right?

-Assume the position,
gents.

-Oh.

Oi, oi!
Careful, down there.

-Okay.

l never thought
l'd be so pleased

to see a couple
of old-school filth.

That's it, fellas, come in,
make yourselves at home.

Starved of entertainment,
are you, Johnny?

-Ah, bored to tears.
Want a drink?

No, thanks.
-Yeah, l will, cheers.

You know, the last time
l saw you,

you were driving a lovely old
Roller down the Mile End Road.

-[Laughs]
Oh, yes.

Still got that Stag?

[Laughing] Yeah!
Cheers.

We'd like to ask you
about Dean Scott.

[Sighing] Okay, fire away.
-How well did you know him?

Well, he was a friend
of a friend.

We talked if we bumped
into each other,

but we weren't close.

-So what did you two fight about
the night before he died?

lt was nothing.
We were both pissed,

at the time, you know,
messing around.

Let's call it an excess
of testosterone.

-Who won?

Who do you think?

Didn't you used to box?

Yeah, only amateur.

No, you were good.
Good quick jab, right hook.

-So what made you stop?

l didn't want
to mess up the boat.

-ls that why you picked
a fight with a bloke

who was smaller than you
and 20 years older?

Yeah, Dean started it.

Why?

He had a short fuse,
especially after a few pints.

Come on, it must've been
about something.

What was it,
money, reputation?

Reputation?
Don't make me laugh.

He didn't have a reputation
to get arsey about.

Whose local was
The Robert Peel?

Well, back then,
it was mine.

So, he came looking
for you.

-What'd you do
to him, Johnny?

lt must've been
pretty bad,

for him to come and dig out
a hard man like you.

-Handsome Johnny Tevis?

lt was because
of a woman.

How long had you been
sleeping with Pamela

when he found out?

Not my type.

l liked 'em stacked
and blonde. [Cluck]

So you weren't
having an affair?

No.

-You know, l think
l've changed my mind.

l think l'll have
that drink, after all.

Help yourself.

Thank you.

You know, we've nicked
Mike Barnes,

aka Trevor Jones,
for Dover Street.

l hadn't heard.

Two down, one to go.
-Ooh! Good luck.

Mmm, very nice.

Good vintage, is it?

Latour '82.
lt's one of the greats.

So where's the rest
of the gold, Johnny,

l mean, apart from
what's in your mouth?

-Dover Street had nothing
to do with me.

Come on, Johnny, everyone knows
you were the getaway driver.

Yeah?
Well, everyone's wrong.

-l reckon you've got 50 bars
stashed away somewhere.

Yeah, l wish.

The price of gold today,
eh, gentlemen?

Gone right through
the roof.

50 gold bars,

worth an absolute
bloody fortune.

Millions.
[Laughs]

[Alarm chirps]

[Ringing doorbell]

How big a body builder
is the bastard?

Say, on a scale
of 1 to 1 0.

Mr. Sergeyev?

Det Supt Pullman.
l'd like to talk to you

about Pamela Scott.
May we come in?

Ahh! Oh!

Ah! Oh.

Ohh!
-Oh.

There's nothing here, Brian.
Come on.

Hang on, what's this?

Oh. Good news is
it looks like his loan book.

Bad news is it's
in Russian.

-All we're asking is
that you exert some pressure

so that we can bring
Johnny Tevis in for questioning.

-He's their star witness

in a case against
the McKenzie family.

We're talking
major organized crime.

You'll need more than
circumstantial evidence

to prise him away.

-We think he was banging
the dead man's wife.

-Well, then you get
some actual evidence!

Until then,
the answer's no!

How sure are you?

-l'd stake
my reputation on it.

-Theory!

Dean Scott finds out
that Johnny Tevis

is sleeping
with his wife, Pamela,

so he goes to The Peeler's,
they have a fight,

Dean Scott loses,
and he goes home.

Pamela's not there, so he
just sits there, brooding,

until she comes back
from her mum's

and he threatens her,
so she phones Johnny,

who comes over,
shoots him,

and then they make it look
like suicide.

What about Alice,
the escort?

Yeah, well, she didn't come
forward for five years

and, when she did, her prints
weren't at the scene.

You don't think
she was there, then?

Well, my heart wants to believe
her, but my gut says no.

Finally, we're
in agreement about her.

So why did she lie?

Well, that's what
l can't figure out.

Maybe someone wants
Johnny Tevis arrested for murder

so he can't testify
at the McKenzie trial,

so they put Alice
up to it.

Hmm.

Velvet gloves.

Nah, sorry,
l just don't buy it.

l think the reason
your prints were never found

at Dean's house is because
you were never there

and, if you
were never there,

then you couldn't have
witnessed anyone barging in.

Why would l
make that up?

Because someone wants

Johnny Tevis not
to be able to testify.

l've no idea what
you're talking about.

Come on, Alice,
Who put you up to it?

Nobody!

You just don't like me,
do you?

Why is that?
Too much competition?

[Beep]

HALFORD: l think Dean
threatened you when he found out

about your affair
with Johnny Tevis,

so your lover came round
and killed him.

[Crying] No.
None of that is true.

-We're giving you
a chance, here, Pamela.

lf that's what happened,
then you can plead self-defense,

but we need to know now.

l stayed
at my mother's.

When l came home,
he was dead.

[Beeping]

[Beeping]

Ah.

You're not being straight
with us and that's a mistake,

given the gravity
of the situation.

lf Johnny killed him
and you don't say anything,

that makes you an accomplice,
so who shot Dean?!

[Door opens]

What?!
-You both need to see this.

Pamela wasn't
the only one

who owed Sergeyev
the loan shark money.

Alice Hill did, too.

PULLMAN: No such thing
as a bad coincidence.

And Sibford House is
only a spit away

from Tadmerton House,
where Pamela lives.

They know each other.

-Yeah, and Alice only moved
into her new flat

south of the river
four months ago.

-All in the timing.

Records show that,
until four months ago,

when you ''got religion,''

you were living just round
the corner from Pamela Scott.

Whatever you say.

Her neighbors confirm that
you saw a lot of each other.

Well, they're wrong.
-Alice, just admit it.

You're friends.
There's no law against it.

l -- l do not know
the woman.

Have you really
found God, Alice?

No.

l didn't think so.

The whole thing was just
a great, big con.

Whose idea was it,
yours or Pamela's?

-No comment.

We know
about your debts.

This interview
is suspended

at 1 0:51 AM.

What's going on?

-l know what
they've been up to.

Unless you want to continue to
pretend that Dean was murdered

and risk getting done for it,
this has to end right now!

-Okay.

That's the first smart decision
you've made all day.

-Why did Dean
shoot himself?

Did he find out
about you and Johnny?

Were you in love
with Johnny?

l thought l was.

How did Dean react when
he found out about you two?

Well, at first,
he was gutted.

Then he said
he'd forgive me,

as long as l agreed
to never see Johnny again.

But you couldn't do that?
-No.

He'd done something to me.
l was infatuated.

l never felt anything
like that before

and the thought
of never seeing him again,

it was just
too much to bear,

so l told Dean
l wanted a divorce.

Were you with Johnny
the night Dean died?

Yes.

But, in the morning,
l realized

what a fool l'd been,

so l went home
to beg Dean to forgive me,

to take me back,
but l was too late.

He'd left
a suicide note.

l hid it, out of shame.

After you came round,
l tried to destroy it,

but l couldn't;
it was too painful.

lt's the last thing
he ever gave me.

One, terrible mistake,

all because some flash sod
turned my head.

Did you know about Dover Street
or Dean's role

in the laundering
of the proceeds?

-No, not until
she told me.

Life's hard, now Dean's gone,
isn't it, Pamela?

lt's bloody hard.

-So how have you
made it easier?

Every year, Dean had made
his life insurance payments.

We were owed.
l was owed.

But he'd switched to a new
company, so the policy

was less than 1 2 months old
when he killed himself

and, because of that,
it was null and void.

They pay out
on suicide?

Yes, just as long as it doesn't
happen in the first year.

Two months later,
it would've been fine

for Dean
to blow his brains out.

He had his enemies.

l figured you wouldn't even
have to find his killer.

As long as it wasn't
considered a suicide,

then l could make
a claim.

So you got Alice Hill
to say she was with him

and saw a man
forcing his way in?

Yeah, well, she needed
the money as much as l did.

l was going to
split it with her.

Well, after Dean died, Johnny
wasn't interested anymore.

That bastard liked
the danger of being caught

more than
he actually liked me.

l lost everything
because of him

and he couldn't
give a toss.

The only thing that man ever
loved was his stupid cars.

l tried
to smash them up, once.

l figured it would be the only
way l could really hurt him,

but l couldn't even get in;
it was like Fort bloody Knox.

You couldn't get in where?

His lockup.

HALFORD: Johnny Tevis
has never lived

HALFORD: Johnny Tevis
has never lived

in one place
for more than a year,

but he's had this
since the early '80s.

PULLMAN: Good morning.
-MAN: Morning!

Det Supt Pullman.
-That's fine.

HALFORD: Morning.
-Morning.

One warrant.
-That's fine, thank you.

Did well to keep
this place quiet.

[Metal creaking]

Are you sure
about this?

-Well, it's worth a go.

Bugger it!

[Clanking]

We ought to get
the lab boys down here,

tear this place apart.

-Come on,
l'll buy you a pint.

Oh! Hang on, you've got
whitewash all over your coat.

Hang on a minute.

These bricks
are very small.

Ah, you can't stay away from me,
can you, Jack? [Laughs]

l've been
to your lockup.

Nice brickwork.

l'm of the opinion that
it's not in anyone's interest

to push the CPS to charge
either Pamela or Alice.

-Well, they intended to defraud
the insurance company

and they wasted
police time.

-Yeah, but Pamela's already
lost everything, sir.

She's had it pretty tough.

-The time wasn't
entirely wasted.

We got some of the gold back
and caught Trevor Jones.

You might even get a pop
at Johnny Tevis,

once he's given evidence.

l'm afraid Johnny Tevis
is off-limits.

Dover Street's been
incorporated into his deal.

Well, at least,

you hit him
where it hurts, Jack.

That lockup was
his pension.

Oh, perhaps you're right
about Pamela Scott.

You know, there's still
a reward on the gold.

-No.
No, l didn't, sir.

Well, maybe someone
should claim it.

Good idea, sir.

Well, well done, everyone.
Enjoy the weekend.

PULLMAN: You too.

Oh, l'm off to an APCO
strategy summit.

Have fun, sir.
-[Grumble]

-So, who's going to tell
Pamela about the reward?

l will.

l suppose one of us claiming it
would be out of the question?

-Completely.

And it's against Met rules,
as you well know, Gerry.

Yeah, but, technically,
those rules only apply to you.

l mean,
we're civilians.

Could be a good few
bob in it.

That'd be a no, then.

WATERMAN: # lt's alright,
it's okay #

# doesn't really matter
if you're old and gray #

# lt's alright,
l say, it's okay #

# listen to what l say #

# lt's alright,
doin' fine #

# doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine #

# lt's alright,
l say, it's okay #

# we're gettin' to
the end of the day # #

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