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(The Sweet: Ballroom Blitz)

Morning, love.

Oi! Keep it on the road.

Come round your house,
stamp on your toys.

Oh, I softly call you over

When you appear
there's nothing left of you

A-ha

Now the man at the back
is ready to crack

As he raises his hands to the sky...

There you are.

(Woman) Sam? Are you listening, Sam?

I know you can hear me.

We've been monitoring you closely.

Say again, Alpha One?

We know you're still in there, Sam.

Yeah, you're right.
I'm here, I'm still here.

Butyourlevels ofresponsiveness
have decreasedrecently.

You can'tgive up, Sam. Whatever
life-bloodis left in your veins, use it.

You must keep fighting.
Keep fighting, Sam...

(Voice changes) 870, respond? 870?!

(Woman #2) 870? Come in, will you?!

- Phyllis, is that you?
- No, it's Jane Fonda on the hunt for men!

I've got a reported stabbing.

- Stabbing? Where?
- Cresters Textiles,

Queen Mary Road.
Uniform's already on the scene.

Queen Mary Road?

Alpha One, we're all over it.

This is a one-way street,
so just take a left and then...

It was like lightning,
everybody was frightening

And the music was soothing

And they all started grooving
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

The man at the back said
''Everyone, attack!''

And it turned
into a ballroom blitz

The girl in the corner said
''Boy, I wanna warn you''

And it turned
into a ballroom blitz

Ballroom blitz

Ballroom blitz

Ballroom blitz...

- (Car horn blares)
- Oi! Watch yourself!

Right nasty one in there, Guv.

I didn't even know folk
had that much blood in 'em.

I know, it's a shock, isn't it? Eh?

Dawn shift found him.
It's horrible. Inspector?

I don't believe it.

- Sam?
- I live here.

I will live here.

Derek! It's all right, Tina.

- Dad! It's Jimmy Saunders.
- Oh, aye.

Are you coming or what?

Garage was over there.

There were like
four apartments on this floor.

This is all gonna be
flats in 30 years.

This is just unbelievable.

Trouble at mill.

- Loom operator, Jimmy Saunders.
- Shocking stuff.

The only shocking thing is that
this didn't happen sooner.

Under my kitchen table.

He's in my flat!

My name is Sam Tyler. I had
an accident and I woke up in 1973.

Am I mad, in a coma
or back in time?

Whatever's happened, it's like
I've landed on a different planet.

Now maybe if I can work out
the reason, I can get home.

It's warm, aye.

Throws you a bit, don't it?
Hundred years of toil, that.

The heat just bleeds
through the bricks.

Makes it a living thing.

Living things need to
keep working on the inside.

Once the inside stops...

It's just a shell.

Anyway...

What if you don't catch him?

We will.

(Man) Collected enemies like stamps,
did Saunders.

- Why?
- If the mill's gonna survive

into the next century,
it has to modernise.

Saunders was the only fella
ready to adapt.

How'd you mean, Mr Coynes?

Well, we're planning to pull out
the old looms. Upgrading.

The new ones do the work of three men.

That means those that wanna stay...

Have to prove themselves.

The immigrants, they're a little
brown army. Happy to work triples.

But our lads, different story.

Too gobby since the unions merged.
Saunders thought they

were holding everyone back.

So by working triple shifts,
he was defying the union?

He could see the way
the future lay.

And someone killed him for that?

So what happens now?

Well, we close you down, catch
the baddy, open you up again.

Sort it quick, won't you?

It's supposed to be pay-day today.
They'll go mad.

Place is a powder keg as it is.

You leave it with me.
Take no time at all, sir.

Oi! Hairy Mary, shift yourself,
you're in the way.

- Let him do his job.
- It's a right messy one this.

- Chris?
- Yeah.

I want you to record the shape
of this blood.

Eh?

Blood Pattern Analysis?
By DH Crombie?

- I'll wait for the film.
- You'd like the book, it's got pictures.

Right, wounds are all at the front,
so he was facing his attacker.

No bird would be capable of
taking on a big fella like this.

Killer's male.

Oh, great (!)
That really narrows it down.

I try and teach him and he
just doesn't learn, does he?

No, Guv. Sorry, boss.
No, Guv.

Cases like this follow a pattern,
boss. Sure as bacon follows eggs.

(Hunt) Limited number of suspects.
We know it's a bloke,

so it's not a crime of passion.

- Unless it's a kinky bloke.
- This is a factory not a town hall.

No, we're looking for a
union man with an axe to grind.

And here's the clincher.

The golden rule in all these cases
is the first one to speak did it.

It was robbery, you know.

There's plenty of lowlifes out
there knew Saunders had dough.

They did him for the cash.

Is that right, Mr...?

Bannister. Ted Bannister.

Right, let's bring them in and
put them in the canteen...

- Morning, gents. Seen the
press?

Just thought you'd wanna see it.

It makes nice headlines,
don't it, Litton?

Regional Crime Squad actually
preventing a robbery rather

than shooting everyone dead.

- (Men laugh)
- Fair's fair, Gene.

I just thought your boys could do
with a little morale boost is all.

Something to aim at.
I can see it's a bad time.

The RCS are holding a celebratory do
tomorrow night, if you can make it.

Au revoir.

Right! We got a juicy murder
and we're gonna nail it today!

Chief culprit is Ted Bannister. I want him in
custody by teatime.

What, because he spoke first?

'Cause he's guilty as sin.
And he's a Commie bastard.

I'm sorry. That's bollocks.

You're itching to get your
blood-spillage book out!

You're making him prime suspect
based on what, a hunch?

Ray? How many murderers we banged up

- in the last two years?
- A dozen.

How many times did I know
the killer on first sight?

- All of 'em.
- Thank you.

Except that old dear with
the squint. That was a turn-up.

(Laughter)

No!

- You what?
- I'm sorry, we have to build up...

I know you'll throw things at me, but we
need to build up a forensic profile. It's...

No way this one gets solved in
the lab. I'm pulling forensics out.

Look, think about this logically.

Ted Bannister is twice the
victim's age and clearly unfit.

So you're telling me that he could
stroll across a deserted factory floor

and attack Saunders without Saunders
even trying to defend himself?

- You think he's innocent?
- Yes. He's innocent.

- Cobblers!
- Tenner says he did it.

I'm not playing.

Tenner and a Party Seven.

If you think I'm gonna reduce
a murder enquiry to the level

of a playground bet...

Cowardy cowardy custard,
can't cut the mustard.

- (Ray impersonates a chicken)
- This is just. . .

No fight.

No fight?

No fight?

I want us prepped for mass interviews.

Build a profile of the mill community.

Who hates who? Who sleeps with who?
And keep a totally open mind.

- What if a gang lynched him together?
- It could be a gang.

Could be trained eagles.
Could be Ninjas, for all we know.

No way, boss. It's not Ninja style.

Annie.

Blokes at the mill. Cagey lot. We
might get somewhere with the women.

- Try getting chatty with them.
- All girls together?

Play the solidarity card?

See what happens.
I've squared it with your sergeant.

- Under you now, am I?
- (Man clears throat)

Thing is, Tyler, Crime Squad only
solve about three crimes a year.

We, on the other hand,
are always on the go.

This is Dodds. Second-rate
fence, aren't you, Dodds?

Dunno what you mean.

Plod stopped him for running a red light.
Found these in his boot.

Chalk up another for the boys.

Bang him up, Ray.

This is all very interesting.

But, erm,
can we stick to the job in hand?

Yes. Let's go and make mincemeat
of these Bolsheviks.

Right, have I done you lot?
Names, then.

- One at a flippin' time.
- (Buzz of conversation)

- Whose grubby paw is this?
- All right, all right.

(Phyllis) What's your name?
How'd you spell that?

I think you've under-estimated
the scale of this investigation.

We'll take the bulk of the statements today,
I'll brief the department first thing.

What do you call ''first thing''?

I'll also have a résumé document
ready, at the end of each day.

You're not giving me stuff to read!

Think of it as a backup in
case you lose your sixth sense.

You like paperwork?

I'll show you paperwork.

Who killed him?

Come on.

Who killed Jimmy Saunders?

A fiver to the one who tells me.

Come on, who killed him?

- It was him.
- Oh, yeah go on, then.

I did it, and this bugger
were me accomplice.

Thanks for your help.

Take these men into custody.

You're joking!

I never joke about a confession,
sir.

Now this is not a game.

Jimmy Saunders was brutally
hacked to death last night.

And the killer may well be
standing in this room.

In fact, you know you are.

The mill's dying.
We could all be out any time.

But at least we're sticking
together. Triple shifts?!

Saunders was like management's
dancing bear.

I don't know nothing.
I don't see nothing or hear nothing.

He used to call us mugs.
Said we couldn't see the future.

He didn't care what hours he did.

Ted was right to lay one on hi...

I wasn't even there.

It was Derek.

There was a fight in the pub
last night.

Dad had a set-to with Saunders.
So? They were always scrapping.

Saunders had to make
the 8 o'clock shift.

He left, me and me dad sunk a few
more. Then I left about 1 0-ish.

- Your dad hated him.
- Everyone hated him.

Dad always said there
are two types of enemy.

The ones above you,
management and government.

The one to fear is the other kind,
the enemy within your own ranks.

Why bother? Textiles is doomed.
What's the point in fighting it?

Well, sometimes the fight's the
thing. Without it, you go under.

You're father of your union chapel.
Saunders was a scab.

- You hated him.
- I've never denied it.

Do you deny having a bellyfull of
ale, then attacking him last night?

I didn't attack him.
We came to blows. Together.

- Did you threaten to kill him?
- ''You're dead, pal.'' My exact words.

How many times
have you heard people say that?

It's been said by men who've
toddled off and done just that,

killed someone.

What time did you leave the pub?
Just before 1 1 . I went home.

Are you a fit man, Ted? I boxed in
me prime, but me prime's way back.

I hear Saunders used to go
running up on the moor?

Do you do much running?

What do you think?

- Bloody hell!
- Several wounds.

One to the left shoulder, one to
the chest and two to the right arm.

Have you estimated time of death
from blood temperature?

Sorry. Pathologist is at a wedding.

That shouldn't be a problem. Air
temperature was pretty consistent in there.

Ooooh!

Oh, that's pretty (!) You should send
that to The Gallery on Vision On.

They can't promise to return it,
but they do give a prize.

The way this is sprayed suggests
an attack carried out at speed.

The size of cut
suggests a long blade.

What, like one of them machetes
the, er...coloureds use?

Ray, can we please call them
the immigrant workforce?

Who? The coloureds?

There's a lot of Sikhs in that mill.

They carry ceremonial daggers
and all that, don't they?

Some bloke could keep it in his
locker. Bannister gets his hands on it.

- Bob's your uncle.
- Can we put together a forensic profile

before you expand on
this gripping novel further, Guv?!

- - We'll carry out a fingertip...
- Turn the place over. Dig holes.

A lot of holes. Talk to the Sikh
boys. ''Anyone lost a dagger?''

- Find me that blade, Ray!
- Consider it done.

- What about me, Guv?
- Make DI Tyler...

a potato print.

- I'll go with them.
- Hang on!

We'll go through
the night-shift statements.

But they get to look
for a big knife!

Anyone can run around
like a headless chicken.

But nothing beats the satisfaction
of a thorough investigative process.

All right! Come on!

Snap out of it!
Motivational speaking now, OK?

We will get results! Say it.

(All, very quietly)
We will get results.

- We're winners!
- (All) We're winners.

Now roar like lions!

That was a joke, that.
You don't have to do that bit.

Bingo! I got one.

Martin Ellis, lorry driver. Waiting
for a fabrics pick-up at 2.30am.

Spotted a thickset man
running out of the loom hall.

Chris, have you ever seen
anybody that looks like that?

- It's the best we could do.
- It's a doddle, then (!)

We're looking for someone with hamster's
cheeks and Audrey Hepburn's nose.

These are the body parts they gave us.

Is there anybody in this station
that can draw?

Er... What about PC Mallows?

Oh, yeah, he does cartoons of
people at the Christmas party.

OK. Get Mallows
and Ellis together, then.

Why, where are you going?

I'm gonna go and check that
the guv isn't planting a dagger

in Bannister's locker.

Can I ask you something, boss?
Why d'you do it?

Why do you deliberately get his goat?

I, er... I need to fight, Chris.

(People chatter loudly)

Annie?

Back in a minute, girls.
His Master's Voice.

Got any gum? My mouth
tastes like a pub ashtray.

Excuse me.

Why would anyone turn a factory
into a block of flats?

It's supposed to look nice.

Factories should be factories.

Houses should be houses. I mean,
things are built for a purpose.

It's ridiculous! What would
them fellas say if you told them?

Look at this!

Guv! No!

Here he comes. Smile.

At least keep all the
activity to the sides!

Trampling over everything
like a herd of elephants here.

Why's it so damp here?

What are you doing now?
Listening for Indian drums?

- There, look.
- I can see it.

Machine oil.

It stops moisture
drying on the floor.

This blood's still fresh.

Hey! How did we miss this?!

It's 'cause you let forensics
go so soon.

Calico. Soak up the prints.
There's loads of it over there.

Looks like a size eight, I'd say.

What's that marking?

Annie, radio the station. Tell them
to hold anybody not yet processed.

We need shoe sizes.

Look at you, eh?
Proper little CID girl.

There's wet patches all over.
The killer's obviously tried to...

cover his tracks.
But he's missed a bit. See?

Gay-boy science has its place.

Here you are, boss. Check this out.

Why are we looking at drawings of...

..Ted Bannister?

(Chris) ID from the witness.

You see. Radar's rarely wrong.

Done and dusted by pub opening.

You're a right cheat, you.
Like your mother.

(Door thuds)

What's going on here?

- Hey! What you doing?
- Get off him!

What's going on here?
What you doing? Get off me!

- Ted! Get off him!
- Same marking. Right.

- I'm arresting you for murder.
- What?

- Leave him alone.
- Get off her!

We're looking for a large blade.
Turn the place over.

- You can't just come in...
- Shut up and we'll start again, shall we?

- What's going on?!
- That is lovely!

- Come on!
- Keep the kids inside.

- Get out!
- Get off me!

- Get out!
- Get off me!

Dad!

He hasn't done anything!
Get off me, you bastard!

- If he's innocent, there's no need to worry.
- Just coppers looking for an easy collar?!

(PC) Easy now, sir.

Say sorry.

Say sorry to the man, Derek.

- Sorry.
- Good. Now say, ''Sorry my dad's scum.''

Oh, come on, Guv.

- Sorry my dad's scum.
- Thanks for getting him off the street.

Thanks for getting him off the street.

We're dead grateful.

- Get that tenner off you later.
- It's not over yet.

Mad gallop for the finish, is it?
You wanna watch yourself, I play rough.

I was told to give this to DI Tyler
and unless you...

We're on a murder enquiry!

I'm in no mood for this!
I've got rotten trapped wind.

What's going on?

I was told to give you the
arresting constable's statements

in connection with Eric Dodds.

The bloke with the shooters in his boot.

Guv thought you might like
something else to keep you busy.

Is it a problem, boss?

Chris, get a list of Dodds' regular
suppliers and accomplices.

We're in the middle of something.

I'm gonna say two words to you
that will change your life

and put you on the fast track to
Inspector - multi tasking.

- What you doing?
- Get the guv.

- Interview conducted...
- Is that legal?

Trust me, it's better than writing it down.

Interview conducted
Wednesday, 1 6th of March.

Present in the room,
Detective Inspector Tyler,

Detective Constable Skelton.

The time, Chris?

- Four-ish.
- The precise time?

Er... Just after four.

- Er...five, ten past...
- 4.07.

It's closer to ten past.
Thank you, DC Skelton.

(Tape speeds up)

Buggeration! One at home always
chews up me girlfriend's Elton John.

DCI Hunt has just entered the room.

DC Skelton concurs.

Blood on your boot.

The same boot that left
a print at the murder scene.

I stood in some blood, so what?

Look, these things play out
the same way so often...

it just gets boring.

You hated Saunders 'cause he was a scab.

You got tanked up, had a fight
and threatened to kill him.

You went to the mill and
carried out a frenzied attack.

Always sounds good in
the papers that, ''a frenzied attack''.

But...on the plus side,

I'm up ten quid and a Party Seven.

You left the pub just before
1 1 pm. Then you went home.

Can anyone verify that?

Ted, it's really stacking up
against you here, mate.

You've got to give me something.

The immigrants, they knuckle under,
they do the triples.

Fair enough, they're grateful.
But Saunders, he betrayed us.

- He broke ranks.
- The enemy within.

The future's desperate for us.

The whole community could go down
if the mill closes, and there's a chance.

But I believe if we stick together
we've got a chance, an' all.

There's hope.

There's hope that Cresters could go on
for another 20, 30, 40 years.

But we need to fight shoulder to shoulder.

You make it sound like a war.

Yeah, well, maybe it is.

- Worth fighting for?
- Worth dying for.

Worth killing for?
How did you kill him, by the way?

Look, I told you, I went home.

Liar. Liar, liar, liar,
liar, liar, liar, liar.

- Liar!
- I wanna see some sort of lawyer.

- A liar?
- A lawyer!

Want a glass of water?

You were eyeballed running away
from the mill at the time of the murder.

And that's not all.

Under the boards in your garden shed.
Say goodnight, Gracie, and sit down.

I said sit down!

You've gotta open the mill.
We can't afford to lose this order.

The mill stays shut
until our enquiry's over.

For God's sake!

Sit down or I'll sit you down! Now!

I did it.

- What?
- I did it. I killed him.

Like he said, I was drunk.

- How did it happen?
- I went for him.

- What with?
- A knife!

What did you do with it?

I threw it.
I threw it in the canal.

- But not the bloodied shirt?
- That's right.

So where should we be trawling, Ted?

Whereabouts in the canal
did you throw it?

I told you! I did it!

OK, so you got rid of the knife
but not the blooded shirt?

- That's right.
- Now before you go any further,

I want you to seriously think
about what you're saying.

I want you
to think about your family.

I am.

I'll sign your statement,
your confession, whatever it is.

Just bring me a pen.

Fountain or Biro?

I tell you what, boss.

These tape machines
have come in dead handy.

(Music plays)

Get some cups,
and a couple of screwdrivers.

- Let's get this one cracked.
- Wahey! Cheers, Guv!

Vince, do me a favour. Run this
shirt down to forensics.

See if it's a match for the victim's blood.

Right, boss.

Pity.

All those fancy ways
and you still can't admit...

Evidence isn't conclusive.
The confession isn't sound.

He was fuzzy about
the details of the killing

and about what he did
with the murder weapon.

And I don't believe that his psych
profile would fit that of a killer.

So...

the bet stands.

You... (He sniffs)

I know that smell.

What the hell are you playing
at, Litton? Dodds is ours.

Stolen shotguns falls under
Crime Squad jurisprudence.

That's a big word. Can you spell it?

Why didn't you call me?

DI Tyler's handling this one personally.

All right, then, Inspector.
Cat got your tongue?

You...

You know the guns are fake,
don't you? Yeah, course you do.

Sorry? What? Fake?

Yeah. Wooden guns. Toys.

Toys?!

I agree that departmental protocols
suggest we hand the case over to RCS

in as much as the evidence,

however diluted from its original
significance, would benefit from, er...

investment by a police body
more experienced and equipped

to process it through to court.

Yeah, I was gonna say that.

You could have told me this sooner.

(He sniffs) Is that Blue Stratos?

Paco Rabanne.

- That was better than the telly.
- (Laughter)

The bet stands until the bloods
are back on Ted's shirt.

And you, Dodds,
have got some talking to do.

You said they were fakes.

You've always been
a good friend of mine

But you're always saying farewell

And the only time that you're satisfied

Is with your feet in the wishing well...

Access through the car park.
Bogs are outside.

I've got better things to do, you know.

So have I. You better not be
yanking our chain here, Dodds.

- The pick-up's in the cafe toilets, yeah?
- Don't worry, it was all arranged.

Well, it better have been. Otherwise
I'll hand you over to DCI Hunt,

who will put you on remand
for the first unsolved crime

he has on his books, which happens to be
multiple buggery with menaces.

- You don't know who the guns are for?
- I swear I don't. Anonymous drop-off.

They're blag-slags, no previous form.

OK. You drop the bag,
pick up the money.

We'll move in when they pick up.

I'll tag you.
Give me a police radio.

(Uriah Heep: Gypsy)

(Toilet flushes)

I was only seventeen

I fell in love with a gypsy queen

She told me ''Hold on''

Her father was the leading man...

(He tries to blow the whistle)

Come on!

Police!

Is my name Coco?

What?

You're trying to make me
look like a clown.

Litton's gonna have a field day when he
hears untraceable shooters are out there.

This isn't about Litton.

And don't blame me for this.
You dumped it on me.

I thought you said you could
multi...storey...task... Whatever!

Can we just focus on what's important?

- Yeah. The bet.
- No! Ted Bannister!

We're waiting for the blood match results
and confirmation of time of death.

What is your problem, Sam?

My problem would rock your world.
I'm not giving up on this one.

I'm gonna fight it.
Ted Bannister is not our killer.

I'll show you Ted Bannister.

Are you hungry?

Well, I told 'em not to feed you,
you murdering swine.

Get here you, big man!
Come on, get in here! Come on!

You saw him. Is he guilty?

He's locked up. He's scared.

Snap decision. Guilty? Yes, or no?

Doesn't work like that.

You ever been somewhere

and you just know
it's about to kick off?

That's primeval.

When you first saw Bannister...

I thought he was hiding something.
But I've talked to the man.

You clocked something was wrong.
That's why you're a copper.

Sometimes, the job is this...

And all your fancy science
and tape machines...

Useless without it.

- I'm not giving up.
- Yeah?

If you want to take me on and win,

you're gonna have to do better than this,

'cause everything's pointing
towards Gene Genie getting his beer.

(Annie) These are all the informal
statements from the factory girls.

Nice girls, actually.

Got any Szechuan chicken?

I got Meal B.

I love making tapes.

Lose all Saturday night doing that.

Yeah, well...

lose a whole statement if you rely
on this lot to write it down.

At least you got a result.

No.

Your gut feeling tells you otherwise?

It's not gut feeling, Annie.

His confession was all wrong.

When I mentioned family,
I saw the look of fear in his eyes.

And it was real fear.

But not for himself.

Here you go, Tina Reid.
Derek Bannister's girl.

She's carrying his baby.

She was shaking like a leaf today.

Broken nails and...

She was definitely scared.

What if...

..Ted is confessing
to protect somebody?

And what if Tina...was scared,

because she's covering up
for somebody?

Who have they both got in common?

You're gonna nick Derek Bannister?

No. I'm not gonna nick him.
I'm gonna bring him in.

If Ted is covering for Derek,
I reckon I can force

the truth out of both of them.

A little psychology, Annie.
Right up your street.

Oh, go to Tina's house.

Bring her in. Don't tell her why.

Paul. Sarah.

Go on, we'll finish this later.

I need your help.

I don't see why? You got me dad
in prison and me mam upset.

You're doing fine on your own.

Your dad's still at the station.

He's terrified the mill's
never gonna open.

If Cresters goes to the wall, it'll
be 800 blokes chasing 20 jobs.

I just want the truth to come out.

The truth is, me dad believes
that if we stick together,

then the factory will be saved.

You seem smart, Derek.

Yeah? Three O Levels makes me a genius?

I'm smart enough to know that
when my kiddie comes along,

there ain't no one I trust
to put food in his mouth but me.

He'll have a future. And he won't
be kidding himself like my dad.

- And he won't be afraid.
- What, like you're afraid?

What's he doing here?
Look, go home, son.

- Why you doing this to us, Dad?
- Take him home...

- Everybody knows you didn't do it.
- Well, I did!

You know that's rubbish.
They'll throw away the key.

- How could you bring him?
- Talk to your dad. Get it off your chest.

- What's happening at Cresters?
- The coppers won't open it.

Well, you've gotta do.
You've got your man.

Have we? Have we? Derek?

The wages! That's a week's wages
for the whole of the factory.

No one can get at them.
Dad, tell me what to do.

- There's nothing you can do.
- You can both tell the truth.

Dad?

- I killed Jimmy.
- No!

Yes! I had no choice!

Oh, God.

You know why you're here.

If I'd known what I know now,
it'd be different, I swear.

I've got a baby to think of,
haven't I? And you can't blame us,

because we had no choice.

I mean, it's not even
happening now. It's not.

- Can I smoke?
- Yes, you can smoke.

(Annie) Tell me what you know.
Anything you thinks important.

Forensics! Love it! Always loved it!

Oh, God, he's here as well now.
Look, I was told nothing.

I'm in the middle of something!

Blood match from Ted's shirt.

It's Saunders'. Every little drop.

You're joking.

Go through the back,
pick up the bag.

I've always been thin like Twiggy.
Not exactly as thin as Twiggy.

No one can touch the Gene Genie.

That's all I know.
That's where it ends. End of story.

Get her out of here, Cartwright,
she's using up my oxygen.

- Tina, love?
- End of story.

Yeah, end of story.
I'm taking you home.

That's it? I can go?

- That's it. You can go.
- I'm not in trouble?

No, sweetheart,
you're not in trouble.

You cuts a lonely shape, my brother.
Why so?

It's over, Nelson.

I'm fighting to stay strong,
but I feel like I'm losing.

You're strong, no doubt, but you
gotta pick your fights, mon brave.

Who you fighting?

Mr Hunt?

He really your enemy?

I don't know.

You're fighting 'cause you're scared.

Maybe fear is the enemy, hm?

It's not over for you, Sam.

(Television whines)

- What do you want?
- I told you, I'm your only friend.

I'm here to help.

Do you feel helpless?

- Yeah.
- Unappreciated?

- That's a big word for a little girl.
- Scared?

Scared...

..I'll stop fighting.

And if I stop fighting,
then I'm scared...

I'll die.

- (Regular beeping)
- You poor thing.

What can I do?

Give up. Lie down.

- (Beeps get louder)
- Close your eyes...

and sleep and sleep.

No more nastiness. Just sleep.

- (Beeps become faster)
- Just sleep...forever. Sleep.

No!

Time of death,
tea, one sugar, bourbons.

See?

I'm multi-tasking.

- Hand it over.
- There you go.

- The report, Chris.
- Oh.

Shit!

(Whistling)

Ted Bannister left the pub at
ten to eleven. Derek left at ten.

Saunders was murdered before nine.

Which means both Ted and Derek
were still in the pub when it happened.

Who the hell killed him, then?

Look, we know you didn't do it!

No, no, no, no. I've told you,
you've got it wrong!

I've signed a confession!

Well, we're all at sea here, Ted,
because this is making zero sense.

Now you better start helping us out.

Start talking 'cause I'm thirsty.

Yeah, well, I've told you! I did it!

What are we looking for?

The bloods on that shirt
carried oil traces.

Well, it's a work shirt.

You didn't read the forensic
report, did you?

There was oil in Saunders' wounds.

There's oil everywhere. It's a factory.

Hang on. This is the loom
he was using when he died.

- This oil is a red herring.
- Hang on. I've got a feeling.

Oh, so it's all right for you
to have feelings, is it, Gladys?!

- What's wrong with this machine?
- I dunno... It's the wrong colour.

It's giving you a shifty look.

Mr Coynes.
There's no dirt or oil on this belt.

It's brand new. It's not dirty,
because it hasn't been used.

But it was being used...
by Saunders, the night he died.

So that means somebody has
replaced the belt after his death.

- Bloody hell!
- Yeah, well, you lost me.

Why would somebody replace
this belt?

They can snap.

And what happens when they snap?

Jimmy Saunders wasn't murdered.

This belt drives the drums
behind me.

Two-inch wide leather at tension,
running at high speed

and bound with staples.

Now these belts,
they can wear down... Sheer.

The belt snapped,

flew out the loom like a whip
straight at Saunders.

Chris, can you step up, please?

Now, he saw it coming,
nothing he could do about it.

The wounds were here...

here...here...

and here. Four separate wounds, right?

Chris, put your arms up like
you're defending yourself.

- Aah!
- Without the Boris Karloffs.

See, if you line the wounds up,
they form a single straight line

right across the body
and around the shoulder.

Hang about, Sherlock.

We've got an ID
of Ted leaving the scene.

So you went to the factory
to have it out with him,

to finish what you'd started.

He was dead. I panicked.

You tried to clean up.

You replaced the drive belt
with a new one from stores.

Why do that?

It would have been
the death knell for the factory.

Dodgy floor joists can close a mill.
What would a fatal accident do?!

Took you a long time
to clean up though, didn't it?

Half two by the time you left.

You were spotted by Martin Ellis,
truck driver.

You'd do that just so
they could keep their jobs?

Just for the chance
they could keep their jobs.

I'm sorry.

Why?

Right. Get out of my station!

I should bang you up for just
wasting my time.

It doesn't matter.

Only my family matters.

(Immigrant worker) I don't know nothing,
I don't see nothing or hear...

It's good, though.
Nobody goes down for life.

The whole community
goes down for life.

You don't know that for sure.

We were going for that drink.

Sorry.

I've gotta finish the report.

(Tina) ..that's where they asked us to do it
and that's where it ends.

That's all I know. End of story...

(Music plays)

Ray!

(Tina) I was told nothing. ''Go through
the back, pick up the bag. ''

I've always been thin like Twiggy!
Not exactly as thin as Twiggy...

She didn't half go on, that one.

Hang on a minute.

I was told nothing. ''Go through
the back, pick up the bag.''

I've always been thin...

''Go through the back
and pick up the bag.''

Meaning?

Outside toilet.

I picked up the guns,
but Derek wasn't gonna use them.

Not even with no one at the mill.

You know, Ted says you've gotta fight.

Does he know?

Ted?

Course not.

It's a wages job.

All right, love,
we're picking up your boyfriend

and I need the addresses
of the other blokes involved.

What?

They're not there.

- The factory's gonna open tomorrow.
- They're doing the job tonight.

Right. Dirty Harry.

We should call Litton and the RCS.

OK. Then we can call the mayor
and he can give him another award (!)

Look, I haven't done
target range for a while.

It's OK, blokes are a lot easier
to hit than paper targets.

(Hunt) You want it or not?

Probably end up turning it on us.

Yeah, but can you hit anything?

You should see my
PlayStation scores.

- Go, go, go!
- Drop your weapons!

You are surrounded by
armed bastards!

Up yours!

(He groans)

Put it down!
Put it down! Put it down!

- (Chris) Police! Stay where you are!
- Drop it, laughing boy!

Get away!

- Drop it!
- Shoot!

You know you want to, so drop it!

(Sam) I'm on him!

Derek...

Think about it.

Put the gun on the floor.

I can't do that.

Yes, you can.

You've got a baby on the way, mate.

That's why I'm doing it.

I'm the only one who can.
You know that.

It's a war.

Now drop the gun.

Put it down!

Last warning.

You can't hit me before I hit him.

For Gods sake,
don't throw him down a wager!

Your turn.

I'm sorry I'm scum. Say it!

Sorry, son, doesn't work that way.

- Say it!
- (Sam) Come on, Derek.

Is this really the best life-plan
you could come up with?

Stealing from your own.

Or what, I'm meant to stand
shoulder to shoulder with them?

Your dad was ready
to give up everything

to stop this place from closing.

He didn't want to kill anybody.
He wanted to save everyone.

Look, I know how you're feeling.

You feel like the walls
are closing in on you

and you're trapped and you're terrified
of what's waiting for you out there.

I have to work with him (!)

Shut up!

- (Shouts) Shut up!
- Derek...

- It's not fair!
- OK. Now listen to me.

You're looking at first offence,
five years.

Now I'm gonna pick up my gun...
and I want you to put yours down.

- Sam. No...
- (Sam) All right, Derek?

Chris, Ray, ambulance now! Quick!

You OK?

See, I told you. I'll do you a deal.

I'll listen to your little
tape machine now and again, OK,

so long as you, just sometimes,
listen to this.

OK?

He's quite badly injured.

And, Ted?

He's under arrest.

You all right, son?

Dad...

I was scared.

I couldn't see a future for us.

- But you could have come to me.
- No.

It was down to me.

I had to fight.

You stupid boy!

I mean, you've got your workmates,
your mam and dad, your family.

You're not on your own, nobody is.
Not unless you want to be.

It was right what you said. It is a war.

But at least I know
what I'm fighting for.

- Good work, lads.
- Cheers, Guv. Nice one, Guv.

You want a drink, Litton?
Afraid we haven't got any Babycham.

You knew those shooters
were the real deal.

Bloody hell, you really are a detective (!)

That's very good.

Now, when are you gonna
get it into your thick skulls

that armed blags are mine?

Do you mind? I nearly had
me brains blown out tonight!

Would you have noticed? If they
were going for heavy blood loss,

should've shot you in the gut.

Hey! Mr Litton.

I think you'd better swallow
it down. We had a result.

One-nil.

(They chant) One-nil! One-nil!

One-nil, one-nil

One-nil, one-nil, one-nil...

Whoa!

Right, the chosen vintage of the CID.

What are you thinking...

dare she ask?

I've been thinking...
about what's important.

Oi, Romeo. We gonna open
this bog water or what?

You open it.

No, I can't. Needs two.

Hey up, here we go!

Go on, then!

Mr Warren enjoys cordial
relationships with the police.

Big mistake, copper.

- (Sam) What do we do in return?
- (Hunt) Don't arrest his right-hand man.

Now we apologise.
I say ''we'', but I mean you.

- So. You're the caped crusader, Mr Tyler.
- (Man) What did you do for it?

(Man #2) I've always despised bent cops.

- (Woman) I'm frightened.
- Frightened of who?

Stephen Warren.
He says he'll kill me.

Mr Tyler. What a pleasure.

What have they done to my beautiful
boy? Can you hear what I'm saying?

- (Woman) Can I help you?
- Mum!