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Sten gun, in Durham?

Mm. 500 rounds a minute,
eight per second.

- Seen one before, then?
- Not on the streets, John.

I've got all the staff
and cashiers and that,

going down to the station
to make a statement.

- Two called in sick today.
- Oh?

- Inside job?
- Who knows?

I talked to the customers
an' all.

Yeah, they're pretty shaken up.

Somebody could have died
here today.

Mm, yeah.
But they didn't, did they?

And we've got the gun
and the Christmas presents.

I gave 'em a good blast
before it ran out.

I was top shot in my troop.

National service
made a man of me.

I got a few rounds in for sure.
Bloody hooligans!

So he came past you, the gunman,
but you didn't see his face?

I saw his boots, work wear,
no business being in my bank.

- Your bank?
- Aye.

Ten years' service to the T&W.

I take my work seriously.

I should be in line
for a reward, I reckon.

Did you get the number plate?
I mean, you were right here.

It was one of those new Fords.

Yeah, a maroon Ford Zephyr
and blue Vauxhall Victor.

A lot of people saw that.
I need a number plate.

I was a bit busy, doing your
job, defending the public.

Oh, is that what you call it?

Cos we call it illegally
discharging a firearm.

You could have killed somebody.

I wish I had.
It might make them think twice.

When they're dead, you mean?

Last week we abolished
the death penalty,

this week we reap
the consequences.

Violent little toerags
with no fear of justice.

There's flats and offices
on both sides of the street.

A phone box there and a pub
just up there at the end.

Now given that the most action
you've ever seen

was on the firing range
at Otterburn,

you stood more chance of killing
a bystander than a bank robber.

Arrest him for discharging
a firearm in a public place

without lawful authority.

Now...

a number plate,
that would have helped.

Ah, you must be the hero.

Extend it to Sunderland
if you need to,

and Chester-le-Street
if necessary.

Sir, the cashier,
Monica Allison,

she wasn't meant
to be working today.

Violet Burns
asked her to fill in.

It's meant to go through
the assistant manager.

- Is she sick?
- No, pregnant.

No wonder she didn't call
the assistant manager.

The deputy manager,
he likes a flutter.

Horses, dogs, owt with legs.

He's behind on his mortgage.

- No.
- What?

Well, it doesn't take
inside knowledge

to walk in
through the front door

and stick up six bank clerks.

But they knew to rob the bank

an hour before
the cash collection.

No, no, most bank jobs is two,
maybe three, men

with a pistol and a shotgun.

This... is a Second World War
submachine gun.

It should have been
decommissioned.

Somebody
has drilled out the plug

and made another firing pin.

If it belongs to the British
Army, can't we trace it?

Ground off the serial number.

Did you recognise any of 'em?

No, they were
all wearing gas masks.

Anything on those getaway cars?

The duty inspector's
got Pandas out.

Uniforms are going door to door.

Christmas Eve,
they'll get a warm welcome.

Bloody holiday right in the
middle of my investigation.

Glass of water, please,
for this young man.

- All right?
- Yeah, yeah.

- Lad that took on the gunman.
- Lucky not to get himself shot.

He's not saying much. Just
wants to go home to his mam.

He's only 17.

- Thank you.
- Sir.

Let me talk to him.

Well, if you think
you can do any better.

It's not that, John. I know him.

Hello, Kit.

I'm sorry.

Why are you sorry?

It's been too long.

Mam?

- Got company.
- Company?

I'm not dressed for company!

Hello, Edith.

You look well.

And you were always
a very good liar, Gently.

That was taken ten years ago,

before you knew us.

1959, the dawn of a new decade.

- Remember that?
- Oh, yeah.

He was a man you could trust,
Derek. Brave man.

How are you doing, George?

How's that posh school
treating you, then, Kit?

They made a gentleman
of you yet?

- He's got a girlfriend.
- Oh.

- Ask him about his girlfriend.
- Mam!

A man needs his secrets, Edith.
Right, Kit?

Right, well...

I'll leave you two men to talk,
shall I?

I'll make myself look
presentable.

She won't be back down.

Thank you.

So, this gunman,

you couldn't
get a good look at him

because of his gas mask, right?

- No.
- Scary, eh?

- I'm sorry.
- No, no, no. No.

So you said they were young.
How young? 20? 30?

Is 30 young?

Yeah, definitely.

I suppose...

20-odd.

He didn't care.

He just walked into that bank
with the gun.

Anybody could have been killed.

And his accent was local, yeah?

Yeah.

- Yokel or town?
- City.

Newcastle?

I'm gonna get them, Kit.
I'm gonna lock 'em up.

How well did you know Dad?

We were on the operation
together where he got killed.

- Was he afraid?
- Huh.

We were all afraid, Kit.

It's what you do next
that counts.

I've got to go, John.

I've got Walter's parents down.

- Just tell us.
- Tell you what?

Just tell us that this will be
our last Christmas apart.

Wait, wait. Wait, Gem.
Just wait. Pips have gone.

John?

Wait. Have you?

- Have you got any coins?
- No. No!

What?

No sign of either of them cars.

Right, well, keep looking.

It's Christmas Eve.

My sergeant's calling
us in, other duties.

- Are you just going?
- I am, sir.

Hey!

Merry Christmas!

This came from Forensics.

What is it?

It's a bullet from the bank.

It's a Dum Dum.

Why is it like that?

Let's hope you never find out.

Yup?

Christmas morning?

Don't start.

He was sat on his own
doing nothing

and you were sat with your mam
wishing you were doing nothing.

Besides there's no one else.

- Merry Christmas.
- Happy Christmas.

Well, here we are. Joseph,
Mary and little baby Jesus.

- What have we got, then?
- Blue Vauxhall Victor.

Got a witness that saw it
driving through Rowan Street.

Two flat tyres.

Rowan Street's about a mile
from the bank.

That's very good.
Did uniforms get that?

- No, they didn't. I did.
- All right! It was a joke.

I walked the route
all bloody night.

I found blue paint
on a traffic island.

No sign of the car, though.

It's not going to get very far,
is it? Two flat tyres.

- It's just us, then?
- Yeah, well,

we can sing carols on the way.

All right.
Meet at the Arches four o'clock.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

- Anything?
- No. You?

Nah.

I'll get them to organise
a proper search tomorrow

when they're back on duty.

- It was worth a try, I suppose.
- Do you want a lift home?

Oh, no, it's all right. I'm
gonna go and meet some friends.

Retrieve what's left
of my Christmas.

- You sure?
- Aye, why aye. See yous later.

Where to?

Home, please.

- On your own?
- Yeah, Gemma's still in London.

She's coming down next week.

- It's happening, then, is it?
- Yeah, yeah.

I'm gonna look after her,
her and the kids.

So what if he won't give her
a divorce? So what?

What if something
happens to you?

Well, she'll get my pension,
won't she?

Not if you're not married,
she won't.

- Really?
- Really.

That kid who took on the gunman,
his father was Derek McDonald.

He was a sergeant in the squad
when I came up here from London,

the one who got killed
in Operation Tulip.

- I remember.
- Yeah? Well...

we all thought
that him and Edith were married

but it turns out they weren't

because Edith's first husband
wouldn't give her a divorce.

So she got nothing.

Think about that.

Excuse me.

This is the police.
Will you step out of the car?

Please will you step out
of the car?

- You all right?
- Yeah. There's, um...

There's bullet holes in
the back of her shoulder, sir.

You did well.

Thank you.

Think it's been emptied, sir.

Wonder if she was trying
to stop 'em or summat

and she got in the way.

- I dunno.
- Or maybe it's her car.

They held her up, used her
for the robbery, killed her.

It's a blue Victor, Rachel.

That's not really a lady's car,
is it?

What, the blue bit
or the Victor bit?

Didn't it occur to you
she might have been one of them?

My point being is, would you
drive a Vauxhall Victor?

No,
but I'd reverse one over you.

- She did.
- Did what?

Drive one of these.
She was the getaway driver.

What?

There's a bloody great hole
in the back of the seat.

Why would they kill her?

They didn't.

The doorman did.

I've never seen a wound
like that, sir.

That's a Dum Dum for you.

Bullet flattens on impact and...

- Where would you get them from?
- Easy enough to make.

- And why would you use them?
- Bigger bang, isn't it?

If you're gonna rob a bank,
you might take a gun,

you might even take
the scariest gun you can find.

If you load it with Dum Dums...

...you really wanna
hurt somebody.

Letting me out on police bail?

You should be giving me
a great big bloody reward.

That's what you should be doing.
Yeah!

Oh, there he is!
I'm gonna have you.

I'm a hero.
I tried to stop them.

We just found the getaway car.
Two back tyres blown out.

Oh, so it's mine, then, is it,
the reward? I stopped that car.

You stopped it all right.
You killed the driver.

Good. The bastard
would have killed me.

She was a teenage girl.

Now, what kind of reward
would you think was appropriate?

Put him back in the cells.

Oh, come on, man.
It's Christmas.

Locking me up for doing my job.
Do you think this is right?

Red diamond.

Well, maybe she liked cards.

It's not that kind of diamond,
John.

Interesting haircut.

She's trying
to look like a bloke.

- Passer-by ID'd her as a man.
- A hat would do that.

She's a boot boy.

She's one of them skinheads.

What's that,
a fashion statement?

Nah, it's one of them, isn't it?

It's a "bollocks to you"
statement, that.

Seen them at the football. They
all wear these boots, right?

And they wear braces and that,
and they cut their hair short.

They call themselves "skinheads"
and they're nothing but trouble.

She's a boot boy.

What do you want?

Hairy.

- Go on!
- Go on, get out.

Excuse me.

- What do you want, Hairy?
- Listen, I'm trying to...

I'm just looking for my sister.

Bit worried.
We haven't seen her in weeks.

- What's her name?
- Her name's Virginia.

Virginia Hoar.

H-O-A-R.

That's a funny name, isn't it?

She's probably calling herself
something different,

for obvious reasons.

Well, she's about your age,
maybe a bit shorter.

Brown hair. She's got
a diamond tattoo here on her...

On her wrist.
It's quite recent.

Is that a skinhead thing, that?
No?

Anyway,
she's a good girl, really.

She's just gone a bit wild
and my mam, her nerves are shot.

She's worried sick.

She calls herself Lexie.
Lexie Dodds.

You do know her?

I worked with her a while back.

- Here?
- No, a club.

Made this place
look like the Ritz.

Last I heard,

Lexie was hanging round
with some scary bugger

round Raven Street flats.

I wouldn't want my sister there.

Right.

Found her.
She's on the council register.

Oh, Alexandra Dodds.
Was taken into care in '63.

Allinson House.
She left last year.

Allinson House?
That's Carlton Street, yeah?

- I'll meet you there.
- No, no, no.

You get on down to Raven Street,
show 'em the photograph,

ask them about the skins.

- I'll see you later.
- Right.

Raven Street. Great.

In these shoes.

Mr Ellison.

I'm DCI Gently. Very nice of you
to see me. Thank you.

Gentlemen.

- This way, please.
- Thank you.

Lexie's father died
six years ago.

That's when she came
to Allinson House.

What about her mother?

Her mother, Ruby, walked out
on them when Lexie was little.

She has a tattoo
of a ruby on her wrist.

I don't know
what you think she's done

but she's all right that girl.

But she is a skinhead, yeah?

They're not all a bad crowd.

What's their thing?

They were born into slavery.

That's how they see it.

Working class with no work.

Oppressed by the black
and the blue,

the priests and the police.

That's how come she got along
with an old squeeze-box like me.

What did you talk about?

Music mostly.

She still comes round sometimes.

I grew up on the stuff
the skins are listening to now.

Soul, rocksteady, ska.
The sounds of liberation.

I'm afraid I have some bad news
for you, Mr Ellison.

I'm sorry to tell you
but Lexie is dead.

Is, er...

Is that Lexie?

Yes, it is.

What happened to her?
An accident?

Something like that.

Do you mind
if I ask you some questions?

You can take a seat.

Who were her friends here?

She found it hard
to trust people, I think.

There wasn't really anyone else.

- She left her stuff here?
- Yeah.

- May I?
- Yeah.

I kind of got the feeling
she wasn't really anywhere yet.

Lost, you know.

Did she find the skinheads
or did they find her?

She was hoping to go to college.

She wasn't finding much work.

She did some shifts
at some night clubs.

There was one,

- the Long something.
- Long Shed?

- You know the place?
- I knew it. Jazz club.

The world turns, huh?

These skins do music nights
down there. I went along once.

Didn't like it.

- Who's that?
- That's Ruby, her mother.

Who's that?

- Burdon.
- Was he there at Long Shed?

Yeah, he was there.

King of the place.

I had a feeling
he had his claws in her.

You didn't like him?

He didn't strike me
as a lad who cared

about the liberation
of an oppressed people.

20 years I work in Scottswood.

I never scared of any man.

But I did not know
what to make of this one, sir.

Jonjo Burdon.
25, no fixed abode.

Did a six-month stretch
three years back.

- Was it guns?
- No, it was drugs.

Thought that was hippies,
not skinheads.

No, it wasn't weed.

Look. Dexamyl.

Some form of amphetamine.

- Using or selling?
- Both, I think.

Raven Street CID says that he's
behind most of the gang fights

though he never
gets his hands dirty.

They say he keeps
a pack around him.

Do you think he's a contender?

Hey, hang on, hang on!

Are you just gonna walk in there
and ask for Burdon?

- Yeah.
- He might not be in there.

Do we even have a plan?

Same as always, John.
Do what I do.

Let's just wait for the Black
Marias. They'll be five minutes.

What's the matter, John?
Don't you think I'm up to it?

I think it will be wise to wait.

Yeah.

God's sake.

?? Ska

Looking for Jonjo Burdon.

Yeah, that's right.
I'm on the guest list.

- Oi.
- Leave it!

Bovver boots, slaphead,

your granddad's braces
and a choirboy's shirt.

Hm. No, I give up.
What you come as?

So this is it, is it?
Your nearest and dearest?

How did little Lexie fit in?

There was no need for that,
officer.

We're happy to help you out
wi' your enquiries.

Come on, lads.
We're going for a little trip.

Right, come on. Out you get.

- Come on.
- Get off.

Behave!

Stand up straight.

Right, turn round.

Oh, we got a comedian here,
Taylor.

Little shite.

All right, lad. Don't cry.
You'll be all right.

You should have let him bleed.

This is exactly what he wants.
He's enjoying this. Look at him.

He's been yanking your chain,
hasn't he?

What did you get out of him?

An official complaint
for police brutality

and that thing on his head,
that's his evidence.

Right, er...

Raven Street CID, they've
been through the entire estate.

All known houses
and addresses and dosses

and so on and so forth.

They've even had the Long Shed
upside down. Nothing.

There's no guns, no money,
no gas masks or anything.

I was hoping they'd find
some pills or drugs but nothing.

It's clean.

It's like they knew
we were coming.

Alibis check out?

Course they do. It's toerags
vouching for other toerags.

- Lexie?
- He claims he doesn't know her.

He says, "A lot of silly
little girls come into my club."

What about the others?

They're either scared of him
or in love with him, or both.

Well, what is it?
What have we got, huh?

A dead getaway driver.
That's about it.

Scarface,
what's-his-name? Milner.

He's ex-Royal Marines.
Served in Aden.

The other two are borstal
graduates, right hard bargains.

They're perfect for it.

Yeah, but Sten guns
and bank robberies and that?

Are they up to that?

I honestly don't know, John.

I wanna look him in the eye.

Right.

Oi!

Oi!

It's the guilty ones, sir,
that pretend to sleep.

It's because they know that
they're gonna need their energy.

I never seem to have a problem
finding my energy.

No, that will be because of
the dexamyls. Am I right?

Right, then. Come on. Sten guns.

Every thug has a gun these days.

I don't care for them myself.

You shared a cell with
a Frank Butler at Low Newton.

- Am I right?
- Poor Frank.

- Nice fella.
- For an armed robber.

- Hanged himself.
- Maybe.

Come on. All your
little friends, all here.

They told us everything.

The Sten guns, the getaway car.

Little Lexie.

So, come on.
How do you want to play this?

Right, stop that,
you little bastard

or I'll give you another dent
in the head.

How about that?

Yeah!

Do you hear that?

He's laughing at us.
He doesn't care about the money.

It's not about the money.
It's about risk, thrill.

He's got the jump on us, John.
We got nothing.

- Sir?
- One sec.

- What are we doing?
- Release them.

Follow them
every step of the way.

Guv, no.
We haven't got the manpower.

It's in Newcastle.
It's not our patch.

Well, we'll get
Raven Street CID on it.

Every available man.

That bastard's gonna slip up
sooner or later.

- What?
- McDonald lad's here.

Wants to talk to you.

- I heard about that girl.
- Hm.

The one who died.

If I'd have got
the gun off him...

No, no, it's not your fault.

You didn't bring a Sten gun
into the bank.

You didn't kill her.

It is my fault.

- I could have...
- No.

What could you have done
against six men?

Eh?

Do you know who did it?

Yes, I think I do know
who did it but I can't prove it.

It's...

What if I identified them?

No, you said you didn't see him.

You can't lie,
even to say something good.

- I know.
- Oi, Oi.

- You OK?
- Guv.

Oi, Oi!

You're letting them go?

- Happy Christmas.
- Happy Christmas!

God, I wanted to nut
that smug bastard.

Why don't we put him
in a line-up, sir?

See if Kit picks him out.

He saw them here. Any lawyer
would laugh us out of court.

It's all changing, isn't it?

It's getting to the point where
I don't understand the crime.

People of my generation thought
you just kept your nose clean,

worked hard.

Young people nowadays,
they know that's a lie.

These toerags, John.

What if they're the future?

What then?

Yeah?

Edith?

Who did this to you, Kit?

Was it the lads you saw
at the police station?

I don't know.

- Their faces were covered.
- Where were you?

I told you to stay out of town.

Were you meeting your girl?

What girl?

I'll get it.

I was getting
my mam's prescription,

and, um... they just came at me.

One of them pushed me down
and they started kicking me.

- George, it's for you.
- Right.

- Hello?
- We've lost Burdon.

Raven Street followed them
as far as Neville Street

and then lost them
at the station.

They must have doubled back.

He won't go to the hospital.

I'll get a patrol car
to check every now and again.

Just keep him at home.

What's this about, George?

What's he done?

He hasn't done anything wrong.

Is it something to do with this?

They say his grades are bad.
He's been skipping classes.

They've kicked him
out of the cadets.

They've taken his scholarship
away?

They might just as well
expel him.

I think he's being bullied
but he won't say anything.

He just... doesn't fit in.

A boy needs a dad, George.

And if he doesn't get one,
he finds his own.

Good ones, bad ones.

You were one of the good ones.

I want to help now, Edith.
It's not too late, is it?

I mean, I feel like
everything's speeding past me

and I can't catch up.

- You should have had kids.
- Oh, we weren't that fortunate.

And then...

Kit is important to me.

His future is important to me.

Guv...

What's the point?
What is the point?

You've already
made your mind up.

I'm still waiting
for a rational objection.

She's a girl!

And she's not even
a proper detective.

No, but she's up to it.

Oh, I don't know.

Look, Burdon's a narcissist.

He loves having his own
reflection looked back at him.

So let's give him
the attention he wants

and he might just open up.

A short-skirted
piece of attention?

Yeah.

All right, all right.

All right.

Well, if we can have
female coppers

we might as well use them
for what they're good for.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Rachel, weren't you saying
the other day

that long hair's difficult
to manage and maintain?

No.

Ah, well...

Chief Inspector's got something
he'd like to tell you.

Well, actually, I can tell you
both at the same time.

This isn't effective
until the new year

but, as of January 1 st,

you're not going to be
a WPC any more.

Congratulations,
Detective Sergeant.

Congratulations, pet.

Detective Sergeant.

Now are you gonna give her
the bad news?

Hello, mate.
I don't think we've met.

Shut up, man! Aye, funny.

- Hoo, hoo, hoo!
- Aye, you can laugh,

but it's me mam
you'll have to answer to.

Understand, Rachel,

if you start to feel threatened
in any way,

any way at all, you get out.

But I think you're ready.

You're gonna have to be now,
aren't you?

When this is over, Mr Gently,

you're paying for Vidal Sassoon.

It's a deal.

Oh, my goodness.

?? Ska

Excuse me.

Beer, please.

There you go.

George?

- What are you drinking?
- I'm all right, thanks.

- Are you sure?
- Got one, thanks.

She'll be fine.

Say it, John.

She'll be fine.

Those pills.

I haven't got any.

Oi, man.

Can I have a beer, please?

Come on, a little dance.
A little dance.

- I'm all right, thanks.
- Come on.

- Beer please, mate. Cheers.
- Get out my face, man!

- One dance!
- Can you get your hands off me?

Wah-hey-hey!

That's right! Piss off.

Right dive, isn't it?

So, are you too classy
for this place, then?

Nah.

- Why do you come here, then?
- It's my dive.

- So, what's your excuse?
- I heard the music was good.

I heard wrong.

That's cos you don't know
how to listen to it.

Sound of the oppressed people.

What?
You're black now, are you?

I'm oppressed.

I live in a ghetto and
the police like to batter us.

May as well be living
in Kingston Town.

At least I wouldn't be freezing
my arse off.

Deep... dope.

Oi, where do you think
you're going?

We haven't finished our debate
yet. Where do you work?

You're a shop girl.

Nah... teacher.

You have that look.

What look?

Naive hope.

Still think
you can better yourself.

Lux beauty soap
and desperate dreams.

Aye, well, it's better
than stale fags and the dole.

Who's on the dole?

Eh? Do you wanna go somewhere?

Aye? What, back to yours?

'Ey, you think you're
so irresistible, don't you?

Them little
tweety birds in there

must swoon off their perches
whenever you whistle.

Tomorrow... tomorrow night.

OK, you win.

Broad daylight.

Raven Street.

Be there. I'll find you.

Tomorrow.
Raven Street flats, lunch time.

- I'm meeting him tomorrow.
- Good girl.

Anything looks beautiful

if you're looking down
from high enough.

From space Newcastle looks like

the Hanging Gardens
of bloody Babylon.

Buy your way out.
It's the only way.

- Some class warrior you are.
- Class warrior?

I'm no poncey Trotskyite.

What are you, then?
Skin forever?

Screw that.

Most skins
are just young kids...

...Iooking for
the next big thing.

I'm the end of the story.

Purple Hearts? So that's
how you make your money?

Them kids were popping them
like sweeties in the club.

That's just my paper round.

Doesn't make the hairs stand up.

What hair?

I think you're all talk.

Show us.

Show us what you're into.

Life without a safety net.

Don't, man!

You said
you wanted us to show you.

Stop it!

You slimy toad.

Who do you think you are?
My Uncle Bernie?

Why are you in such a hurry?

It's later than you think, girl.

Oi, oi!

They're like a pack of dogs,
man.

My dogs.

There you go.

- So, your dad died in Burma?
- Month before the war ended.

So are you feeling sorry for us?
Poor little Jonjo.

A spell in borstal
sorted us out.

Wait here.

I was just... Urgh!

Lessons in loyalty.

- Sugar?
- Nah.

It's his half-brother.
I've checked him out.

Stewart Murdoch, 25.
Occasional delivery driver.

No record.

They are gonna need another
getaway driver, aren't they?

Are they close,
him and his brother?

They are fighting
about something.

They're going
to the football tomorrow.

Here, Taylor's trying
to get tickets for that.

Crime doesn't pay? Gets you
stubbies at the Gallowgate End.

- Are you all right, Rachel?
- Yeah, sir.

I don't know.
It's like he came out wrong.

Like a sheep with two heads.

What are we doing, guv?

I think
we'll follow the brother.

Guv, why don't we just stop him,
talk to him?

No, I said
we're just gonna follow him.

Well, it's been scintillating
stuff so far, hasn't it, eh?

Rotary club, the Empress.

Linens for the Great Northern.
No gunsmiths so far.

Hold on.

- Well, now.
- Yeah, all right.

Wait till he's gone, then do
some more digging at the bank.

Right.

You look a bit like Sandy Shaw.

Right, then, sir.

Stewart delivers clean shirts

to the bank manager of the
Derwent every week, right?

But he also delivers
to one other bank: Tyne & Wear.

- The one that was robbed?
- Yes, the one that was robbed.

Now, I got chatting
to the bank manager's secretary

and she said
that she's called the laundry

to complain about Stewart

cos he was loitering
around the bank,

chatting up all the cashiers.

- Casing the joint for Jonjo.
- That's it.

So, Stewart's not the driver,
he's reconnaissance.

- Yep.
- They're gonna hit the Derwent.

- It's just when, isn't it?
- Well, I can find out for you.

Well, I can't exactly have tea
with my mam,

not until this mess grows out.

That's true.

?? Ska

- How's your big brother?
- What?

Oh, yeah, he's OK, mostly.
When he behaves.

I'm busy.

Does it not bother you?
All the aggro.

I heard the other lot
carry guns.

The Hairies?

Nah, they're too busy smoking
dope to cause aggro.

But the guns, though.
Do yous carry guns?

Your problem is
you ask all the wrong questions.

Well,
what's the right questions?

"Heads or tails."

So, nothing matters?

Guns matter.

Stick one in someone's face

and watch them find out
who they are.

Here, get us some drinks.

Four beers.
I'll be back in a minute.

Go on. Now, piss off, will you?

You're his latest?

I'm no one's latest.
We're friends, that's all.

Sorry, but my brother
doesn't have friends.

- He always gets what he wants.
- We'll see about that.

You either give him something he
wants or something even sweeter.

It's a shame. You seem nice.

- Thanks.
- That's not what I meant.

He'll use you.
That's what he does.

Sorry about that.

- You will be.
- I'll make it up to you.

You're taking us
to the football?

Nah, I'm busy. It's a gift.

Take a friend.
Something's come up.

Tomorrow the Derwent Bank, then.
Bloody hell.

Aye. Jonjo gave up his tickets,

changed his plans
as soon as he met Stewart.

It's gonna be busy.

We have to assume
they'll be armed.

Let's just pull them in now,
the whole lot.

Him, his brother,
the whole gang.

Just pull 'em in
before they even get a chance.

We know it's them.

We can use the drugs.

He did admit to selling
the Purple Hearts.

I don't care.
I want to know about guns.

Gun, one gun. And even then
it might have been a lucky find.

Well, we got to catch them

with their hands on the money,
on a gun.

- You're gonna let them do it?
- No, I'm not.

We're gonna be there
to stop 'em.

This is nuts.

Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Close your eyes.

- What are you doing?
- Just close your eyes.

Don't come in yet.

Right, you can come in
but just keep your eyes closed.

- Cos it's Christmas.
- Christmas was last week.

Well, I was in London last week.

Ow!

This is our Christmas.

Now.

This is what you wanted,
isn't it?

Just you and me.

So, how was work?

Ah, you know.

Oh? You wanna talk about it?

Walter never wants
to talk about work.

Well, we're just... We're fixing
to do something tomorrow

and I don't think
it's a good idea,

but the boss is one of these...

Well, you trust him.
You know that.

I did.

But he's ill and...
I don't know.

You're an inspector now.

What does that mean?

It means,
it's time you were your own man.

Oh, is this it, Gem?

Your life down there
and away days with me?

No. Come on. Let's eat.

You'll get your present after.

I don't have to go
until tomorrow lunch time.

Right.

What?

I don't want this.

Oh. Sorry, they ran out of
turkey. It's chicken.

I don't mean the food, Gem.
This is... This is not enough.

Once a month.

Once a fortnight maybes,
if we're lucky.

Look, I'm not...
I'm not a woman.

I'm not just a bit on the side.

I'm more than that.

Well, I mean,
I think this is something.

- It's a lot to me.
- No, it's not real life, Gem.

And that's what I want. I want
that with you and the kids.

And maybe one day
have some of our own.

I want everything.

So it's just girls who have to
make do with being on the side?

Leave him!

You've got reason to, Gemma.
I know you don't love him.

Do you?

You talk about real life.
This is it.

Nobody gets it all. It's bits
and pieces if you're lucky.

- That's enough for you, is it?
- No, it's just how it is, John.

Find some slip of a thing
just out of school

if you're looking for
hope and glory

and watch them drain from her
when she finds out what men are.

I'm not like that.

I would never hurt you.
You know that.

Are you saying
you don't love us?

Here, now, this is
what I've got to offer you.

If anyone ever had a chance,
you know it was us.

A girl only gets one chance.

Which one are you?
Butch or Sundance?

I don't know about you, sir,

but I'm gonna be ready for 'em,
all right?

What's wrong, John?

There's another magazine there,
sir, if you fancy having a pop.

Pop.

John, what's wrong?

She's gone, all right?
She's gone to London, to him.

I'm really sorry, John.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Really?

Well,
you don't have anybody, sir.

In fact,
you don't even need anyone.

So don't pretend you understand,
all right? Now, come on.

Let us see what you got.

Come on. What are you scared of?

Is it the shakes? Is that it?

- Is it your nerves, sir? Huh?
- Is this about the bank job?

Are you worried about that?
That's good. You should be.

No, I'm worried about you.
I don't think you're up to it.

I don't have to prove myself
to you, John.

No, I'm exactly the person
you need to prove yourself to.

Thank you.

You've all got your cards,
haven't you?

Yeah.

- Check.
- Thank you.

Serial number.

- Gun magazine, full box.
- Thank you very much.

Webleys for these boys, please.

Check.

Check.

Sign, please.

Ammunition.

- Morning, John.
- Yeah.

Make no mistake,

today will be a success
if nobody fires a shot.

- All right? All right?
- Sir.

Let's go.

There you go.

Guv.

All the money's
been taken to a safe place

and all the cashiers
have been sent home.

Right. Well, all my men
are behind the cashiers' desks.

I will be in the bank
at all times.

Little stiffener, lads?

- All right?
- Something's wrong.

It should have happened by now.

Well, there's another
half an hour yet.

They're cutting it fine.
They close at three.

Oi, pull it together.

Sorry, sir.

Ignore it out there, madam.

Just a little bit of...
staff training, that's all.

If you'd like to follow me. Your
money is safe at the Derwent.

- Shut it!
- Shut up!

Shut your mouth.
Get in there, now!

Right, everyone
on the ground face down!

Right, you, fill these bags.

And don't you be thinking about
putting any bait packs in.

We've done this before.

Where's that coming from?

Who's done that?

Turn it off, now!

You, turn it off!

I said, turn it off now!

This is what happens...

Damn it!

I said, turn it off!

Here, fill those bags now!

- They must have called it off.
- No, look, I say we sit tight.

You never know, they might hit
the bank when it's closing, sir.

They were onto us. They must
have seen the mobile units.

You don't know that, sir.

We're wasting our time, John.
What are we thinking?

That Burdon beat up Stewart

because Stewart
didn't want to hit this place.

He was afraid
it would lead back...

Reported gunshots at Haymarket.

That's on Stewart's route.

We're in the wrong bloody bank.

Come on!

Right, Northumbria Bank.

Right, left onto Ward Street.
It's in Haymarket.

Left here, sir.

- Oh, look at this.
- Shit, shit!

It's the bloody match.

Which is why
they've done it today.

It's gridlocked.

Right, lads, we're on foot.
Quick, come on!

Come on, man!

Armed police, stay down!

They've gone!

Help! Help! Can I have
some help here, please?

- United!
- United!

United! United!

United! United...

I'll get the police in
St James' Park to have a look.

Newcastle got
their descriptions?

Yeah, yeah, and the brother.

I've got Panda cars
going out to Burdon's home

and Retford's laundry.

How's the lad who was shot?

He'll be all right.

48,000 quid gone.

Three Sten guns.

It's a good job
we didn't come in on them.

There'd have been a blood bath.

Why did they dump them?

So they could get away
unnoticed? I don't know.

Because he can.

He's got as many of these guns
as he wants, it seems.

Well,
now he can tool the barrels

and make his own firing pins,
he has...

...a gun factory.

- Have you seen Jonjo?
- Nah.

His brother phoned earlier.

Told me to buy you a drink.

Hey, man. Get out me way.

Hello, Rachel. It's me, Jonjo.
I got out, like I said.

Mam?

Just a bit quicker
than I'd planned.

Mam?

Is that you, pet?
I'll come down.

No, no, Mam. It's all right.
I'll be up in a minute.

I would have loved
to have taken you with us.

Seen your face
now I know who you really are.

Now I know where you live.

Hello. Is DCI Gently back yet?

Yeah, no, it's Rachel Coles.

Aye, can you get him to give us
a call as soon as he gets back?

Yeah, no, he knows where I am.

Stewart?

Are you in there?

Come out, Stewart. I know you
must be frightened. I would be.

I can protect you.

Dead.

His own blood, though.

That's 24-carat psychopath,
isn't it?

I reckon
he had a little thing for you.

- For me?
- Yeah.

It takes a lot for someone

to deliver their dirty laundry
at your doorstep.

And in that interview

he barely looked at me.

And then when you came in,
he just wanted to impress you.

All that shouting
and "Oi, oi, oi!" and all that?

- Is she OK?
- She'll be all right.

We've called every nick
from Aberdeen to Truro.

There's no sign of him.

Well, find the guns,
we'll find Burdon.

That's one relationship
he won't give up on.

These are the confirmed
firearm incidents

over the last three years.

No Sten gun.

What about the unconfirmed ones?

I reported this six months back.

And did the police attend?

Did they hell.
Said it was poachers.

Rapid fire, that's not shotguns.

No.

- Don't I know you?
- I don't think so.

Rachel?

I want to search
the whole area again.

The local gun clubs,
the army base at Herrington.

He's picking up these weapons
from somewhere.

Guv, it's New Year's Eve, man.
We're stretched to breaking.

We'll get the Territorials
to help.

- We'll get the groundkeeper in!
- Yeah, that's fine.

He took
a bit of a shine to Rachel.

"Do I know you, pet,
from somewhere?"

We can get him in.
I'm sure he'll come in.

- What's going on out there?
- It's a big 'un.

Think New Year's Eve times ten.

There's a message
from the Met there.

They've picked up
a fella in London.

Just bought five
recommissioned Sten guns.

Well,
it's not just our problem now.

He claims he did a deal in a pub
with a Geordie lad,

told him there were plenty more
guns where these came from.

Finest Northumberland
craftsmanship.

It's him. He's gone.

- You on tonight?
- No, I'm not.

That's a shame. Could have
been your lucky night.

Constable!

Hey, you should lose the wig.
A lot of blokes love a slaphead.

I'm sure they do. It's just, I
don't like those kind of blokes.

- What's your plan?
- What, for the 1970s?

No, tonight.

Got to plan your celebrations
out. Or you'll peak too early.

- Like that lot.
- Aye, well,

that lot think
it's the end of the world.

I certainly intend
on reaching oblivion tonight.

Well, the world's
just beginning for me.

I'm a detective sergeant in the
Northumberland Police force.

Ten years ago a girl like me
would have been making tea.

- That's progress, isn't it?
- Women sergeants!

It'll be jet packs
and robot dogs next.

You coming?

Come on!

Eh?

Glass of warm Asti Spumante, eh?

Dropping the lips
on a lass at midnight.

Sounds a bit ritzy for me.

All right.

Anyway,
I got some thinking to do.

- Yeah, I know.
- What?

- I know, guv.
- What do you think you know?

Doesn't matter.
I just thought...

For once, maybe this decade,

we could have had...
a proper conversation.

Let's have a conversation now.
What are we gonna talk about?

I know.
Let's talk about your love life.

- Guv, I know that you're sick.
- Sick of this place.

You'll be, er... You'll be
thinking of retiring, won't you?

Not being able
to trust your judgment,

not that I understood
your judgment anyway.

Sod off, John.

Now we're having a conversation.

Here we are.
Come on, what is it?

Parkinson's? That's my guess.

That's my guess in the
sweepstake we've been having.

Steady as a rock.

Oh, it's gone, has it? Oh, good.
In that case, I'll sleep well.

Oh, good.

I think you've forgotten
how to tell the truth.

I don't even think you know
what it is any more.

It's not Parkinson's, it's MS.

Multiple sclerosis.

It affects
the central nervous system.

Right.

Well, you can treat that,
can't you?

Surely. I mean, these days.

No, there's no cure.

Good news is, though, I haven't
had any symptoms for a while.

I could be symptom-free
for years.

On the other hand...

- Am I fooling myself?
- Hey, no.

No, no,
you've got to stay positive.

Hey, come on. Come out with us.

Come out. Have one
and then you can go.

No, sod that. Stay out,
get bladdered, man.

I'll think about it.

All right?

Give me the radio.

John, pick up, pick up, pick up.

Go ahead.

- How far have you got, John?
- Not far.

Guv.

What did the gamekeeper say
to Rachel again?

- That she looked familiar?
- He thought he knew her.

He was just flirting,
the randy old bugger.

What if he was confusing her
with Lexie?

And what if Lexie was there when
they were testing the Sten guns?

So you think
she's a link to the source?

Go back to the gamekeeper,
see if this jogs his memory.

- Ah, guv, man, I wanna be...
- John.

John,
it'll only take half an hour.

And if you can't get me
on the radio,

call me at Allinson House.
That's where I'll be.

Right.

What are you looking for?

Don't really know,
to tell you the truth.

Hello?

- Inspector.
- Thank you.

Hello?

Sir, I've just come back
from the gamekeeper.

You were right. He recognises
Lexie from the photograph.

She was loitering round
the grounds this last summer

with another lad.

- Was it Burdon?
- Well, that's just it, sir.

He swears blind that he's
never seen Burdon before.

Oh, my God!

In Trafalgar Square

the temperature
was below freezing...

Not out celebrating?

I'm sorry, um... Mam never said.

Were we expecting you?

No, it was...
a spur of the moment thing.

Did you buy that,
out of your savings account?

All she does is sit in.

At least now
she can do it in colour.

Come and talk to me, Kit.

You know that old tradition
they've got up here, first-foot?

First one through the door
on New Year's Eve after midnight

either brings you good fortune
or bad portent.

Start of a new decade.

You want to be careful who
comes through your threshold.

Ten years of bad luck?
You don't want that, mate.

It's just got to be better
than the past.

Cheers to that.

Actually, um, I only came back
to check on Mam.

Um...
I'm actually going for a drink

with some friends
in the village, so...

Yeah, you're a good lad, Kit.
Don't let me keep you.

That girl of yours,
she was daft to let you go.

She died.

She was never
really my girlfriend.

We knew each other
when we were little.

Yeah, I know.

I heard you were fostered
for a few months.

Didn't know
they put you in a home.

Lexie looked after me.

- She was the only one.
- She kept in touch?

I thought she was, um...

...we were...

But she was seeing another boy?

Not a boy.

- He was...
- Jonjo Burdon? I know.

You haven't got a savings
account at the Tyne & Wear

cos I checked.

I wish I'd checked earlier.

You knew they were gonna
hit that bank, didn't you?

That's why you were there.

I heard Lexie talking about it.

I thought I could stop her,
but...

Then he came in.

It's my fault she's dead.

I, um...

You know, don't you?

But I need to hear it from you.

I read about it
in the library at school.

Do those posh gits have any idea
what they're teaching you?

Ah, a little knowledge,
dangerous thing.

You wait. This thing's crazy.

- Have they not missed it?
- They've got dozens of them.

The cadets use them to march up
and down the playground

playing soldiers.

No idea they can
make them work again.

Posh bastards.

Really?

What are you gonna do with it?

Nothing.
It's just a bit of fun.

You should see what it does
on the automatic setting.

- Do you want to go again?
- I told you, Jonjo.

Kit's the best.

She did, you know.

Always going on about her
little mate with the big brain.

Always talking about Kit.

Always going on about Kit.

Even when we're...

You know.

So...

So you really did this
by yourself?

It's not difficult.
Found a diagram of a firing pin.

Milled it myself
and then I unplugged the barrel.

So you could do more?

You could earn yourself
some money, little big man.

Girls like money.

I was at Allinson House too.

Right dosshouse, isn't it?

Treat you like you're nowt,
nobody.

But I can tell, Kit,
just by looking at you,

you're not nobody, are you, Kit?

Ooh, yeah!

Whoo!

Whoo! Ah, ha, ha!

So how many's he got now?

All of them.

50-odd.

They broke into the school.

Nobody will notice
till term starts.

I came to tell you.

That morning I heard Lexie
had died. But he was there.

He saw me.

And you were letting him go.

Did you recommission
50 Sten guns for him?

No, I only did the first one.

He said he had some bloke down
the docks with a machine shop.

He'd do the rest for him.

So I showed him how to do it.

Oh.

He said he'd kill me mam.

He said he'd kill you.

- I know where he is.
- In London?

- You know where he's staying?
- He's not in London.

You know
the Raven Street Estate?

- Yeah.
- The towers.

All units, all units. Armed
officers to Raven Street Estate.

Churchill Tower.
Please acknowledge.

Roger that, sir.

Sorry, Mam.

Did you get rid of him?

Food. Who was the food for?

You did say you had somebody
else do the guns once...

You said you'd leave us alone

once I'd shown you
how to do them.

You're a craftsman, Kit.

There's not many of us
about any more.

His one jammed
and yours never did.

I deserve the best, don't I?
Go on, get on with it.

I can't do it.

Well, don't just stand there.

I said, get those guns done.

Nah.

Do it!

It seems that the
New Year is a time for the young

and that the '70s
will be their era.

I said do it!

- Go on.
- Nah.

Oi, leave him alone.

And why would I do that?

- I'm here now.
- You think I'm not serious?

Oh, I know you're serious.

So, what? You got the place
surrounded, eh?

20 pigs lurking in the hedgerow?

No, no.
It's just me and you, mate.

But I'm different from them
cos I got nothing to lose.

Come on. Let him go.
It's not his fault.

It's nobody's fault!
Don't you get it?

It's the future!

And there's no place
for little kids or old men.

Come on, come on, come on.

I hadn't finished the barrel.

Aargh! I can't see.

I cannae see.

Just an ambulance, kid.

Edith?

- Mm, George.
- Time to go to bed.

I fell asleep.

- Where's Kit?
- I'm taking care of him.

Happy New Year.

It's your boss.

Hello?

John, I'm at the McDonald house.
I need you here now.

Guv, please tell me
that you're joking.

I wish I was. John, come alone.

All right, all right.

You all right?

Is Burdon gonna be OK?

Well, he'll be well enough
to stand trial.

Don't think he's gonna
regain his sight, though.

I hadn't finished the barrel.

I never meant to hurt anyone.

Hey, come on, eh?

- What are you crying for?
- I'm not crying.

I just...
I just wanna put it right.

But I can't now.

No one can.

Guv?

We need to call this in.
I know what you're thinking.

I'm not sending him to prison,
John. I'm not.

I can't.

We can sort this out.
He's only linked to the one gun.

The others were tooled
by a bloke in the docks.

- We'll go after him.
- Guv...

He's just a silly kid
who fell in love.

You're preaching
to the converted here, but...

Right. Do whatever it is
you need to do

and then we'll call it in.

- You sure about this, John?
- Yeah, of course.

Just do it quickly, please.

Done. Kit's name's
nowhere near the charge sheet.

Thank you.

How did you know
the gun wouldn't work, sir?

I didn't.

There's talk about you taking
your pension. Had enough?

I shall need your help if I'm
gonna keep on doing this job.

Lf?

I need to do this job.

You're not going anywhere, then?

No one else would have you.

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