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Warm, warm, warm, warm...

Warmer, warmer, warmer, warmer...

Hot!

(BUZZES)

- Hello. - I need to talk...

- Of course. Would you like to talk to me? - No offence, but no.

But that's a bus pass!

Alan?

- You can't go in there! - You've seen my pass - unlimited travel.

Carry on.

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

Sweetheart, I am the sodding police!

At least until Alan bloody Wearing got me kicked out!

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

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

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

Hello, Alan. Remember me?

# T's all rIGHT, IT's OK

# DOesN'T really maTTer If yOu're Old aNd grey

# T's all rIGHT, say, IT's OK

# LIsTeN TO wHaT say

# T's all rIGHT, dOINg fINe

# DOesN'T really maTTer If THe suN dON'T sHINe

# T's all rIGHT, say, IT's OK

# We're geTTINg TO THe eNd Of THe day

# HIGH TecH, lOw TecH, Take yOur pIck

# 'Cause yOu caN'T TeacH aN Old dOg a braNd-New TrIck

# dON'T care wHaT aNybOdy says

- # AT THe eNd Of THe day # - When you say he cut him off mid-sentence...

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

and he cut the line to get his full attention.

Clark! Do the honours

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

26-year-old WPC Kate Daniels. 15th October 1987.

Silenced bullet to the head blew most of her brain into the grass on Primrose Hill.

No direct witnesses. No evidence left at the scene.

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

- What's that noise? - (MUMBLES) Bluh shooah.

- What? - Blood sugar.

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

The brutal slaying of one of us not absorbing enough?

Why don't you pass round the sweets, and I'll try and make this death more entertaining (?)

(RUSTLING)

- Sorry. - You say there were no direct witnesses.

Do we infer that somebody saw something?

A six-year-old girl, Patricia Lee, saw a man running from the scene, so track her down.

- Murder weapon? - Why this case has been reactivated. Clark.

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

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

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

Clark!

The integrity of the crime scene was lost,

so the case hung on finding the murder weapon.

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

However, six weeks ago, the Underwater Search Team,

looking for a missing person in a lake, found a cache of small arms in a bin liner.

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

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

No, I haven't got a problem.

I want this woman's killer caught.

Initial examination revealed that all the recovered weapons were replicas, except one.

- That's the real one. - Nothing's dimmed his powers of deduction.

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

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

- Prints? - One set, belonging to a Philip Sheppard.

Low IQ. Record for shoplifting women's underwear

and two counts of indecent exposure.

- Not the profile of a professional killer. - It's our only link, so take a look.

- Why not bring him in? - We've got the element of surprise. Use it.

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

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

We'll take the flasher. Come on.

1983, Sheppard nicks knickers.

1984, nicks more knickers and a bra.

1984, just a bra.

1985, more bras and a packet of suspender belts.

- Getting saucier. - 1986, thong teddy.

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

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

Thong teddy...

(PHONE RINGS)

- Detective Superintendent Pullman's phone. - Interesting.

- What? - I'll ask. Ma'am, Mr Bevan wants to see you.

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

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

nicotine from two cigarettes and a portion of pork scratchings in her stomach.

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

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

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

She was in uniform when she was shot. Uniform do not wear uniform having a pint.

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

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

She'll be right up.

The modern police force must be fully conversant

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

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

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

between civilian and police in an unflinching drive

to provide a better service.

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

I think you underestimate your team.

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

Yeah, and consequently Jack Halford loathes the press.

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

What about Brian Lane?

The last thing you need PR-wise is Brian Lane pressing the flesh of the fourth estate.

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

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

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

What more perfect illustration of our dogged pursuit of justice?

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

Close the door on your way out.

(MUTTERS)

You're not taking your medication, are you?

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

I keep it under wraps till the situation demands.

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

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

No harm was caused. The caller called back again.

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

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

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

What about Esther? How far will you push her?

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

He really knows what happened.

What about what's really happening now? What about your deteriorating mental health?

What about your marriage? What about looking for something that may not be there?

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

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

I've been toying with the idea of glasses.

- What do you think? - Nana Mouskouri's retarded half-brother.

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

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

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

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

David Dickinson!

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

Miss Pullman?

Thank you.

- Sorry to keep you. - Thanks for seeing us at such short notice.

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

- What triggered reopening the case? - We recently discovered the murder weapon.

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

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

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

But you said you have his fingerprints.

Surprising how many hands a gun goes through.

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

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

I was only six.

Yeah, of course you were.

- Well, thanks for your time. - Though I do get this recurring nightmare.

Nightmare?

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

Steady.

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

And I thought the point of going this slowly was an exercise in clutch control.

(HORN HONKS)

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

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

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

Unless your wife's disabled, in which case it's completely above board.

Until they find out she passed away.

Do you want to pay for a ticket?

- Result. - Huh! Hardly.

She said she'd recognise him again.

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

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

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

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

Yeah, well, it's a nice thought.

(YAPPING)

It's me, you daft dog.

(ANSWERPHONE) YOu Have TwO New messages,

(BRAN) 'll be HOme aT THe usual TIme, EsTHer, lOve, Bye,

- (BEEP) - YOu're a dIsgrace, LaNe

YOu were a dIsgrace TO THe fOrce wHeN THey kIcked yOu OuT aNd yOu're a dIsgrace NOw

HOw dare yOu barge INTO aN OrgaNIsaTION wHere 'm HIGHly respecTed

aNd accuse me Of cONspIracy TO a cOver-up?

YOu've jeOpardIsed a maN's lIfe, YOu've THrOwN a 9uesTION mark Over my cHaracTer

THrOugHOuT THe SamarITaNs OrgaNIsaTION

T's defamaTION aNd yOu wIll be HearINg frOm my sOlIcITOr

- That really gets on my wick. - Eh?

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

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

He's not reading. He's waiting.

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

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

Scruffy? Come on!

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

Petite blonde.

Bloody hell!

What?

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

yet you could walk up to me, shoot me in the head and walk away scot-free.

If somebody wants to do something badly enough, they will. But walk away scot-free?

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

Mmm! This sushi's fantastic. Try some.

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

The girls are treating me tonight.

- That's nice. - You see, periodically, the women in my life

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

For you or at you?

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

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

You know something...

I think she knew him.

What?

WPC Daniels... I think she knew the bloke who killed her.

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

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

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

Her drinking habits weren't in the case file.

No, I...I asked around.

Nevertheless, I know women.

Gerry, supper or no supper, being divorced three times doesn't mean that you know women,

only that you know how to piss them off.

All right. You go into a pub on your own, how many glasses of wine you gonna have?

- By myself? One. - Why?

Any more and some predatory arsehole thinks I'm game for his reptilian charms.

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

Yeah, or...

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

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

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

No, she was in that boozer alone,

settling her nerves before coming here and meeting her killer.

Philip Sheppard follows women around town.

He latches on to one, follows her for a bit, latches on to another and follows her.

And so on and so on.

The question is, could this man kill a woman?

No, scrap that. The question actually is, is this a man who could kill a policewoman?

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

in cold blood in broad daylight?

- Is this going somewhere? - Oh, yes.

The women Sheppard follows aren't aware of it.

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

- Why? - Nutter.

We follow him following four different women.

Woman 1...

..petite blonde.

Woman 2, petite blonde.

Woman 3, petite blonde.

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

- WPC Daniels... - Petite blonde.

Petite blonde.

- An ID parade? - We established that Sheppard stalks women

matching the description of Kate Daniels.

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

And what do I get in return?

The same satisfaction I'll get when we catch whoever pulled the trigger 17 years ago.

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

Is the correct answer. Book a room.

Oh, come on, Esther.

- (RECORDED MESSAGE) - Oh, bloody hell!

Turned her mobile off again.

We've got the ID for tomorrow.

A tenner says it's a waste of time.

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

there's something I should tell you.

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

Does it have any bearing on the case?

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

Then you also knew Nick Gilbert.

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

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

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

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

They had an affair at Hendon, before he dropped out and became a security guard.

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

- He was hoovered up in the sweep. - Anyway, I just thought you ought to know.

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

No worries.

What?

Nothing.

So we cram a whole nightclub full of Asian witnesses into our recreation room, right?

Now, we don't know that under the ping-pong table is a telephone with an outside line.

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

- any long-distance number they can think of. - Oh, my God!

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

- Typical Gerry. - Too busy to see what was under his nose.

Sex like that with you as well, was it?

Oh, I always found him very attentive.

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

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

To the women who have made my life emotionally richer and financially poorer -

my ex-wives.

To the ex-wives.

And, of course, my beautiful children.

- Caitlin, whose taste in music keeps me... - Young?

No, addicted to aspirin.

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

- Oi! Cheeky sod! - Amelia.

Amelia!

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

- Paula. - Paula!

- And her baby. - Paula's baby!

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

- Baby? - To Grandpa Gerry.

(EVERYONE) Grandpa Gerry.

How?

Well, I don't know how much you know already, but first the man takes off his trousers...

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

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

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

You know what this means? I'm lumbered with that prat as the father of my grandchild.

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

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

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

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

Well, what about money? Huh?

Let me tell you, babies need money - lots - from the first day. Who's gonna pay for it?

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

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

Listen, Paula. This is reality...

and this is you.

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

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

How long have you had this obsession with money?

Since my ex-wives started relieving me of it.

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

She put the shopping on the kitchen table unpacked.

Unusual for Esther. Very unusual. Why?

The question is, why?

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

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

No, no...

Come on, lad. Get a grip.

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

Then is the dog with Esther?

Then why is Esther wherever she is with or without the dog when she should be here?

OK. OK.

Focus.

Question one...

Question one is...where are me pills?

Me pills are...

Me pills are...

..down the lavatory.

So, Sandra, can you tell me, what is it you're hoping to gain from these sessions?

Well, um...

I'd like to come to grips with certain destructive patterns of behaviour in my life.

Destructive to...?

Mainly myself, but also...

..also to others.

The last relationship I had was with a married man.

In fact, most of my relationships have been with men involved with other women.

When was the first time this happened?

During my training at Hendon Police College.

Go on.

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

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

Why couldn't you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

..but everyone liked her more as a person.

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

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

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

..not the same.

No.

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

''Breakthrough'', with a small B.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS)

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

(DOORBELL)

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

She's even taken the dog.

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

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

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

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

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

He's coming. Speak later.

- Sleep well? - I got off about two.

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

- That's not so good. - Tried getting off by reading the case file.

- And? - Didn't work.

Oh, dear.

- Something started niggling at me. - Yes?

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

Nick Gilbert, one-time boyfriend of Kate Daniels.

Dropped out of Hendon Police College, April 1985.

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

Wounded in service, January '86.

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

Like I said, I'm not sure.

- Toast? - No, no...

I'm not hungry.

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

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

Just carry on.

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

Brian, stay with Clark. Rehearse the answers to the questions for Bevan's media open day.

- What answers? - What questions?

- What media bloody open day? - Come on.

Take all the time you need, Patricia.

A pony says she spots him.

A monkey says she won't.

''What is the major difference in the police compared to when you first joined?''

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

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

- Smart policing? - Yeah.

- What, like nicer uniforms? - I don't think that's what's meant here.

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

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

But nothing. Just listen.

Nick Gilbert met Kate Daniels at college.

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

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

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

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

so he goes into related work.

- Security. - Becomes a guard on security vans.

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

Now, any link between Gilbert and the gang responsible

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

However, my question to you...

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

where would you shoot him?

In the head?

You'll notice, Clarky, I said immobilise,

not kill instantly in an unnecessary bloodbath.

- The leg? - The leg.

Very good. Leg.

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

Both legs.

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

It's a 30-second situation. Shoot him in the leg, he's not going anywhere.

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

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

Get your coat, son.

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

- You did say there was only a 50-50 chance. - I've got an idea.

Patricia, will you come with me, please?

Just hang on.

Now, you sit here, Patricia.

And whatever you hear and whatever you see, just sit there. You're perfectly safe.

- Do you have a bad feeling about this? - I don't have a particularly good feeling.

- I'll stop him. - (ALARM RINGS)

I was just gonna say too late.

Right! Out! Out!

- Running man? - Number four.

- Are you sure? - Number four. Definitely.

Philip Sheppard.

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

We made a positive ID of a major suspect.

You caused the unnecessary evacuation of the entire building!

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

to create similar conditions to those in which our witness originally saw the suspect.

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

We now have a firm ID. The alarm probably should not have been set off...

Probably?

But ask any of the officers temporarily inconvenienced right now,

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

You will consider this an official reprimand.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Now get out.

- You didn't have to do that. - Bevan would've used it to get rid of you.

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

You're contradictory, reactionary and ill-disciplined.

But?

You're occasionally inspired.

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

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

Now she's finished.

SmOke?

I like your hair.

Oi! When you talk to Detective Superintendent Pullman, you look her in the face, right?

You like blondes, don't you, Philip?

Blondes have more fun.

I like to have more fun too.

So you follow blondes for your fun?

There's no law against walking behind people.

Wanna bet?

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

- Guns are boring. - You used to.

- Maybe. - No maybe about it.

We found all your guns in the lake where you dumped them. Why did you do that?

I got into knives. And swords.

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

- WHaT If kIds Had fOuNd THem? - THey was all Harmless replIcas,

- cOllecTed replIcas, - All but one.

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

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

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

- Tell me about it. - Oh, yes, of course. No offence intended.

None taken.

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

Not a day goes by that I don't think about her, who she was, who she'd be today.

My, oh, my! (CHUCKLES)

- Meet the wife and kids. - Sorry?

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

You're encouraged to divert your energies into hobbies.

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

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

You really don't have to patronise me.

I can assure you, I wouldn't.

Only somebody incredibly condescending would agree

that these tanks were a substitute for female company.

I didn't believe they were for a moment.

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

We were rather expecting you in a wheelchair.

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

But you were in one in 1987, when you were interviewed about the Kate Daniels murder?

- Yeah, I was. - The result of being shot during a robbery?

The bullet went through my leg, ricocheted off the van floor and into my back.

That's right, I remember. Detective Superintendent Pullman explained it to me.

- Pullman? - She's our boss.

Sandra Pullman?

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

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

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

Take a look in the tank.

In the treasure chest. What do you see?

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

- A bullet. - New surgical techniques

allowed them to remove it three years ago.

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

Remarkable.

Really?

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

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

Could I trouble you for a cuppa?

All this water's given me a raging thirst.

YOu see Her, dON'T realIse sHe's a pOlIcewOmaN because Of Her raINcOaT,

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

I didn't shoot no policewoman!

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

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

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

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

Did they then just stroll away?

Did you leave your hidey-hole, step over a dead woman and retrieve the gun? Close?

I didn't have to climb over no one.

After he shot her, he wiped the gun, put it in a paper bag and put it in a bin.

- And then just walked off? - Yeah.

And what did you do?

Well, I collected guns, didn't I?

So...I collected it.

- Oi! - What?

Stop crucifying yourself. You got Sheppard to admit that he saw the shooter.

His description of the killer bordered on useless.

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

the location, the bloody great storm afterwards...

it's hardly surprising that the original investigation stalled at the first fence.

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

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

Yesterday, perhaps. Not today.

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

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

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

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

- I thought that was a supper in your honour. - Surprise!

Well, that's wonderful! New life.

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

- Congratulations! - (MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Pullman.

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

Could do with a bit of salt.

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

Esther thinks it makes more sense to keep the condiments in a cupboard above the oils.

- Orange squash? - Cupboard under the sink.

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

(PHONE RINGS)

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

In the hall.

- Jack Halford. - (GERRY) YOu wON'T belIeve THIs,

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

That's because he's here. I'm about to kill him. Please don't tell me I can't.

Look, it's difficult for a lad like Clark to tell a senior officer what he can...

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

Excuse me! I'm only 57.

Do rules of evidence mean anything to you? Taking the bullet makes it inadmissible.

I had no choice. Asking for it would arouse suspicion enough for him to refuse.

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

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

You have potentially jeopardised this entire unit.

If word gets out that not only are we cutting corners but forgetting that corners exist...

we're closed down.

I'm sorry.

I got carried away.

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

No, it's not bloody all right!

Gerry is becoming a grandfather. You're coming to terms with being a widower.

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

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

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

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

One more thing. Amazingly intuitive work, Brian. Thank you.

Gerry, Clark, you're with me.

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

Now she's finished...grandad.

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

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

I understand, Brian.

How can you possibly understand?

Hey! You mislaid your wife. I lost mine!

This is what they wanted - to destroy me.

- Oh, for pity's sake, man! - They won't rest till I've lost everything,

me job, me marriage, me mind...

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

that started when a drug dealer died.

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

- Wearing knows who! - Wearing knows nothing. You know how I know?

I rang him and asked him. I didn't kick his door in or chloroform him,

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

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

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

- It's the truth I'm trying to face. - No. It's the truth you're trying to avoid.

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

The truth is that, like legions of stressed coppers,

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

- No! - You're mortal, Brian, like the rest of us.

If you don't believe me, look how completely lost you are without your Esther.

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

- Be nice. - Like a copper.

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

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

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

And anyway, at this time of night...

Yeah, I apologise for that. It's just that I couldn't wait to see you.

- I am flattered. - You should be.

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

that Kate would end up in the ground,

me a cripple and you a Detective Superintendent?

- Ain't life a bitch? - NO, NO, T's mucH wOrse THaN THaT,

ANyway, IT's laTe aNd 'm TIred,

aNd really HOped Never TO see yOu agaIN, sO wHaT dO yOu waNT?

jusT waNT TO Talk abOuTyOu,

Couldn't I just ring the doorbell?

Would Spencer Tracy ring the doorbell?

- Esther knows I'm no good at that stuff. - We're showing her the new Brian,

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

(MOUTHS)

- Aaargh! - (CRASH)

Bloody hell!

Tell me about the shooting.

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

- Mine? - Getting shot in the back was a terrible...

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know,

- Kate was twice the woman you were, Sandra. - You still slept with me.

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

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

Let's get back to the robbery.

How much was your cut?

How much more for the pop in the leg?

OK. How much extra for the ricochet in the back and being confined to a wheelchair?

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

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

as demonstrated by sleeping with me.

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

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

You were always a self-centred prick. This is about a woman who was better than both of us.

Then let her rest in peace.

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

How did you get her involved, Nick?

- She owed me. - She owed you.

When she found out about our little fling, I begged her to forgive me, but she wouldn't.

T desTrOyed me sO mucH drOpped OuT,

s THaT THe TruTH? waNT THe TruTH, NIck,

YOu beTrayed KaTe by sleepINg wITH me,

AgaIN by geTTINg Her INvOlved IN armed rObbery,

Are you gonna betray her a third time by letting her killers her get away with it?

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

Esther!

Esther! It's me, Brian!

Esther!

- Brian? - It's me.

- Brian! Shh! Quiet! - (DOG YAPS)

- Come on home, love. - What?

- I'm finished with it, Esther. - Finished with Anthony Kaye? The conspiracy?

With harassing people that only you think are involved in some sort of cover-up?

I can't change what's happened. I can only let it destroy us, and I don't want that.

I won't let it. I want a future with the woman I love more than anything in the world.

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

Forgive me...

Forgive me, and bloody well come home with me.

I'm getting too old for this, Mary, love. I promise you, as soon as he goes home,

I'll put everything back in its rightful place.

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

- Esther? - Oh!

Thank you! Thank you!

(DOG YAPS)

I was going nowhere in security,

and all the time I was aware of you and Kate beginning your inexorable rise up the force.

So when I was approached about a job...

- Well, you know me and temptation, Sandra. - Go on.

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

It was meant to be a flesh wound.

When I demanded a bigger cut to compensate for getting it in the back,

I was told unceremoniously to piss off.

You do surprise me.

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

So I approached Kate to hand her the whole thing.

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

Not to mention absolution for cheating on her.

You don't get anything for nothing.

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

When she saw the state I was in she told me she couldn't let me throw away my life.

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

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

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

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

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

We owe it to Kate.

Both of us.

Shit! Bevan!

Our primary goal is, of course, crime solution.

To this end, I am pleased to introduce one of our newest and most successful initiatives.

This has involved the re-recruitment of retired officers

to a unit that utilises their vast experience.

As I speak, we are arresting the killer of a policewoman murdered nearly 20 years ago

as a direct result of investigation by these men.

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

Their minds are as sharp now as in their heyday.

(SNORING)

Mid-morning nap.

Pullman!

# T's all rIGHT, IT's OK

# DOesN'T really maTTer If yOu're Old aNd grey

# T's all rIGHT, say, IT's OK

# LIsTeN TO wHaT say

# T's all rIGHT, dOINg fINe

# DOesN'T really maTTer If THe suN dON'T sHINe

# T's all rIGHT, say, IT's OK

# We're geTTINg TO THe eNd Of THe day

# HIGH TecH, lOw TecH, Take yOur pIck

# 'Cause yOu caN'T TeacH aN Old dOg a braNd-New TrIck

# dON'T care wHaT aNybOdy says

- # AT THe eNd Of THe day - # THere's a place THaT caN fINd

# A drINk Or TwO TO ease my mINd

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# T's all rIGHT, Take yOur TIme,,, #