All language subtitles for Life.On.Mars.S01E08.720p.BluRay.DD51.x264-TG7

Why am I still here?

If we can't police ourselves,
how are the public supposed to trust us?

The public don't give a damn what we do,

- as long as we get results!
- You're wrong.

A real live detective in the house.

My son will be very impressed.

Nothing I do makes any difference.

Don't leave me here!

My dad came into the room.

But I didn't turn round 'cause I just
wanted to savour that moment.

Knowing that he was there.

Help me!

Don't...abandon me, Annie.

(Hunt) You could have gone back any time.

The truth is, you like it here.
You just can't bear to admit it.

Get me out of here!

(Continuous beep)

(Test-card girl) You've done everything
you can think of

And you're still no closer to home.

Why are you still here, Sam?

I'm here for a reason.

(Birdsong)

(Heavy breathing)

(Whispers) Where are you?

♪ Save her

♪ Save her

♪ Save her

♪ Save her ♪

(Sam) 8-7-0 to Alpha One.
That stabbing at the bookies,

- suspects are cornered in Winton Drive.
- Let's get it done.

Unarmed? They slashed a bookie's clerk.

We should sit tight,
wait for uniform back-up.

Want to tell us who you work for,
and we'll forget about this little incident?

- You want something, eh?
- Anything to tell us

- about the Morton brothers?
- Throw down your weapons.

Nowhere to go, lads.

They gotta give it up.

We're the Force.

And may the force be with you.

Bugger!

(Ray) Clunk, click, every trip.

Looks like the Mortons are pretty
serious about taking over this city.

That's no way to treat a lady.

Our best lead into a tasty new gang
and they end up as chopped liver.

Now we got nothing.

I wouldn't say we got nothing, Guv.

Police! Hands on your
head and get on your knees.

You heard him.
Hands, knees, bumpsy daisy!

I...I've paid for this room.

Dad!

D-damn. I mean, damn.

Daddy's gone away, Sammy.

He didn't want to,

but he had to.

On the road again.
Just back on the road.

Hey. But he loves us.

And you'll see him again.

(Mr Tyler) Please, can I phone my wife?

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 l can work out
the reason, I can get home.

Daddy's gone away, Sammy.

But he loves us.

And you'll see him again.

- Sam?
- Yes!

Eager beaver!

You're not going to believe this.

You know that bloke we've
just brought in from the hotel?

It's my dad.

The suspect we just arrested?

- He's younger than you are.
- He's my dad!

You know I've been searching
for an answer, why I'm here,

and how I get back?

Maybe the answer's found me.

Look.

Right, shall we go and have words?

I think we should give him a few minutes.
He's, er...feeling unwell.

- Shall I fetch him Milk of Magnesia?
- The bloke's innocent.

We found nothing on him.

Look at him. The wrong place
at the wrong time, is all.

Haven't you been
paying attention in class?

Have you forgotten your
place, Detective Constable?

You were the boy scout who wanted to
put Stephen Warren away, remember?

When a big old shark

at the top of the criminal ladder goes,

the other smaller fish get excited.

They want to climb that ladder.

This is a very mixed metaphor.

The big shark is gone. The others
want to take over his feeding ground.

And I'm telling you, I had no idea
there were so many fish in my pond.

Can we just stop?

We've got a new gang in town,
the Mortons.

They're looking to muscle
in on the gap left by Warren.

The Mortons were behind
the stabbing this morning.

And our only leads to them just went
through the front window of a Rover P6.

We're left with an innocent man,
who, for some reason,

we've taken into custody.

We gotta crush this gang, Sam,
before they grow. And you're wrong.

Our only lead is waiting for us
in lost and found.

D'you want me
to warm him up for you, Guv?

Hey, you listen to me.
You touch one hair on his head...

I'll talk to him first.

- That's amazing!
- Go again?

- Go on, then.
- OK.

Round and round she goes
and where she stops...

- is pretty certain.
- (Chris) That's a dead cert now.

Lesson for me, there. Never try
and out-smart the copper's mind.

Investigative brain, isn't it?
It's lava...lava...lavatorial.

Lateral. Lateral thinking, Chris.

- Senior officer?
- Not that senior.

So, you two related?

- Both Tyler.
- Oh, give over!

Somebody call Esther Rantzen.

Right, Mr Tyler.

- Do you know the Mortons?
- No.

Take a look at these two fellas.

Jay Burrows and Danny Hutchins.

They both work for them.

I'm sorry, sir, I've no idea.

Right, the Mortons are two-bit
criminals crawling round the city.

Looking for their chance to
make it into the big time.

Trouble is, moving into the big
time puts them squarely on my radar.

They wanna get big.
Little fish becoming bigger fish

need to feed fast and hard.

The point is,
the Mortons are getting nasty

and I'm gonna grind them into the dirt.

And you...

You're going to help me.

I sell cleaning products,
door to door.

I work for a Mr Belmonte, regional
supervisor. You can call him.

Don't worry, Mr Tyler. Just tell us
exactly what you were doing

in Room 16 of the Victoria Park Hotel.

I was hoping to land a contract.
I was getting changed...

So you book into a hotel room
four miles from your house?

Good neutral ground to meet a client.

I suppose he wanted to test out
the tea-making facilities too,

but shall we ask him, Inspector?

I'm a bit behind with the rent.

I'm trying to steer clear of
the landlord for a week or so.

So you can't afford the rent,

but you can splash out on hotel rooms.

That's just an assumption.

I'll make assumptions until
I get some answers, Mr Tyler.

Because by law, do you know
how long I can keep you here?

- No.
- As long as I bloody well like.

OK.

Let's start again.

I play cards.

And the men in your photos,

they were setting up a game at the hotel.

- Here we go.
- But I'm not a crook.

- It was just a card game.
- And the Morton brothers?

No, no, no mention of any Mortons.

Everyone was taking a room and
I wanted to keep up appearances.

I was getting ready
when you lot turned up.

So that's where your involvement ends.
You know nothing else about all this?

So what do you think?
We should let the gentleman go, Sam?

Oh, I've got a young lad called Sam.

I've got a pain in the arse called Sam.

Wha... What's he like, your lad?

Oh, he's always busy. Up here.

You know what little nippers
are like, all that make-believe.

Mr Belmonte,
Gateway Cleaning Products.

Checks out.

He's a guy who likes a hand of cards
who fell in with the wrong crowd.

Let's release him.

Someone can...

Can run him back.
I could always...

He might be
Pippi Longstocking in your eyes,

but he's still the only lead we've got.

We search the house.

You never phoned. I was going spare.

Sorry, sweetheart.

These policemen want to have
a quick look around the house.

It's not going to take two shakes.

You.

Have you met?

- Inspector...Bolan?
- Tyler.

We met in connection
with a burglary and, er...

...I thought it might confuse you
if I gave you my real name, so...

I adopted a professional alias.

It's not a wind-up, love.
He really thinks like this.

The big hand always sticks at twelve.

- I'll get it fixed.
- You never do.

He works hard for us.
He's always on the road,

but first thing he does when he
gets home, flowers for me and...

A present for Sammy.

When I was little, my dad
worked away a fair bit.

I used to look for the sight
of his jacket on the banister.

It was the most...

exciting thing in the world.

- I'm going to go see if he's all right.
- OK.

- What're you going to charge me with?
- You haven't done anything.

Do you mind if I search your jacket?

But they've already done that at the...

Why not?

Well, that was a spectacular waste
of police time.

Not entirely. Hey,
his missus was a bit of all right.

I wouldn't mind giving her
a good old going over.

Tatty-hilarious.

Don't, Guv. Can't we just
leave them in peace now, eh?

I think she likes you though.
Hey, you could slip her a length.

You're a Tyler.
Keep it in the family.

There's always something
if you know where to look.

I know this!
He used to read it to me!

My dad, I mean.

Little lad
was using this for a bookmark,

bookie's receipt.

So?

He likes a flutter. Visits the bookies
occasionally. So what?

Gamblers move in tight circles.

Maybe Vic Tyler knows nothing, but
somebody in his little orbit might.

Could be our only link to the Mortons.

It's a long shot.

Trust the Gene Genie.

Who's setting up card games at
the Victoria Park Hotel, Jimmy?

I don't know nothing about no game.

Step into my office.

Mr Hunt, you know if there's
stuff to tell, I'll tell it.

Victoria Park Hotel? Nothing doing.

- Mortons.
- The brothers?

I know of them. Work the races.

Tick-tack men with a bit of front
is what I've heard.

The snooker club, Watling Road!
There's action there, OK?

The Morton brothers have
got something going on.

More than card games.

Ding-dong! Avon calling.

What's this?

Public information film on the
dangers of inhaling goose down?

Once Upon A Time In Her Vest?

You dare to pollute the glorious
genre of the American Western?

- Are the Mortons here?
- Don't know who you mean.

Of course you don't, but I'm sure
someone here does.

What's this one?

French Letter Connection.
Fist-Full Of Donnas.

And A Few Donnas More.

If Sergio Leone knew
what they were doing...

The Morton brothers are funding
and distributing hard-core porno.

Hard core?
I've seen worse on Channel Four.

I find the idea of watching a bird
brushing her teeth

on some bloke's John Thomas
less than exotic. Kill it.

None of the blokes from the snooker club
are talking.

No formal ID, any road.

- They're scared, no doubt about it.
- Big money in porno.

Enough to fund any project
these bastards feel like.

And ruin the lives of more
people like Vic and his family.

That's why we need to nail
the Brothers Grimm

before they blight this town like
a dose of Colorado beetle.

Am I still getting my whatsits
mixed up?

- No, that was a simile. You're all right.
- Anything to add?

Yeah, I need volunteers to go through
these films with a fine-tooth comb.

I'll just stick to the fun stuff, then, shall I?

Get off, you pervert!

What have you got,
my little Deputy Dawg?

This is the only number we found.

So...

- It's probably a sex chatline.
- A what?

Hello, Sam Tyler speaking.

Can I help you?

And? Any chat?

Nothing.

Who answered?

It was...a dead line,
number unobtainable.

- It's either a dead line or unobtainable.
- Just get on with what you're doing.

Just get on with it.

Daddy's gone away, Sammy.

He didn't want to, but he had to.

But he loves us.

(Echoes) And you'll see him again.

Why did you leave us, Dad?

Where did you go?

(Commentator on radio) ..and now I'm
going to pass you over to John Duncan.

At the five-furlong mark
it's Best In Class

leading the way, and we've seen
a marked improvement in Sam's condition.

No doubt about that as we watch
his vital signs begin to stabilise.

We recorded an increase
in brain activity recently.

A crucial step towards
regaining consciousness.

As they close into the final furlong
we hope that Sam continues to improve

and Best in Class first,
Scotch Dram second...

You're supposed to be looking
at ladies' boobs.

My dad's caught up in it. He's got
himself mixed up with the Mortons.

Or at least somebody...connected
with them.

- Sam, can't you have an ordinary day?
- Maybe that's why he went away?

Maybe he was running away from them.

My dad walked out on us
at a family wedding.

Round about this time. I never
found him. Not a trace. 30 years.

Maybe he was scared of the Mortons,
and that's why he left us.

Or will leave us.

Maybe that's why I'm here.

To stop him from leaving!

History's repeating itself.

But I can change it.

So what are you going to do?

Save him. And that will save me.

Me mate's got one of these at home.
It's got sound. Runs cartoons.

It's like the cinema in your living room.

Get your popcorn and watch this.

See that? Go back.

So, just a bloke
in the wrong hotel room, eh?

You're in it up to your neck.

Either you give me the names of the men
you work for or I'm gonna do you

for peddling pornography.

- I want to help, but...
- Trust us.

He was the one who put me in
touch with those other men.

Don't be scared, OK? We can help.

I love my wife.

I'm not into that...

That filth that they make.

You can't run away from this.

But I...

We can get you out of it.

I didn't know I was
playing cards with gangsters.

Not until I couldn't pay.

I tried to talk my way out of it, but...

But when they blindfolded me, I...

I thought my number was up.

They took me to this place where
they were making the film and...

Girls with no shame.

But I refused to show
them my disgust or my fear.

Good for you.

And then they said that the
brothers, the Mortons, wanted me

to sell the film around the city.

What better cover than a real-life
travelling salesman?

Did you meet the Mortons?

No. It was always done through
somebody else.

Why did you agree to do it?

Because they were going to hurt Ruth
and my little Sammy.

After I'd finished, I waited
at the hotel for their visit.

And I thought it was all over.

But then you were there.

Whether you were coerced or not,

you're in a bit of a pickle, Vic.

Question is,

what are we going to do about it?

Sorry, I'm not very good with ink pens.

Plus I'm shaking.

He's just nervous, Phyllis.

Thought he had palsy.

So, what now?

Well, the Mortons need to
think you've been released.

They'll want to know what you said.

So they're going to
try and arrange a meet.

So go home, wait for the call.
It'll come. OK?

Don't look so worried, you've got
Manchester's finest looking after you.

Well, piss or get off the pot, then.
You're clogging up my area.

8-7-0 to Alpha One.
He's leaving the house now.

- You OK?
- Yeah, sleepless night.

Someone's just called.

Who? Did they give a name?
Recognise the voice?

No. There's a phone box
on Wilmslow Green.

- I've got to wait there for instructions.
- All right.

- (Mr Tyler) All this cat and mouse.
- (Sam) Usual form.

They just want to keep you rattled.

They're doing a good job.

All I ever wanted was
security for my family.

You don't get security playing poker.

And you don't get
rich selling mop-heads!

Sorry.

I just want to give my family
the life that they deserve.

I'd give anything for that.

How long is this going to take?

Ten minutes? Three hours?

Just sit here?

I've got a...

There's something in the boot.
We could, erm...

Just to kill time.

(Atomic Rooster: The Rock)

♪ People are looking
but they don't know what to do

♪ It's the time of the reason
for the people like you

♪ Come back tomorrow
Show the scars on your face

♪ It's a clue to the answer
we all chase... ♪

On your head, my son!

(Phone rings)

The Mortons want to meet me.

Snooker club, one hour.

I've done what you wanted.
I don't need to be there, do I?

I'm afraid you do, yeah.

They're going to wait for you to go
inside before they make their move.

Do this and they're finished.

You'll have nothing else to fear.

OK? Don't worry,

I'll be looking out for you.

I swear.

Come on.

Nice and steady. Good man.

He might be in there a while.

So when we go in there, keep it tight

and don't start
throwing your fists around.

Remember, there's a civilian in there.

Right you are, boss.

Is that new aftershave, Ray?

What?

Yeah. Cling-on.

Lucky Wilma.

Going all right, is it?

I dunno.
She goes on about her origami.

Like that programme they run
at lunchtime on the telly.

I just try and picture her
without her top on.

Would you three just shut your...

(Gunshots)

Oh, my God! Ray, check the back door.

Where is he?

Vic? Vic!

No...

(Thud)

Vic?

- Are you OK? What happened?
- They were upstairs.

They were already here. And I heard them,
and I hid back.

- The Mortons?
- Well, it must have been them.

I couldn't see, I had my eyes shut.

You got to get me out of this,
otherwise I'm gone, right now!

- Listen...
- No, no, no, I mean it, Sam. I'm gone!

- I'm moving Vic's family to a safe place.
- You're kidding.

You'll know when I'm kidding,
my bow-tie spins round.

I'm taking him to the station.

He's an eyewitness to double murder.
I want to know what he saw.

Which is why he's on the Mortons' hit list.

You were bang on.
They are gunning for the big prize.

They're not going to stop now.
Look what they did to Jimmy Lips

just for talking to us!

We'll put Vic in custody,
they can't get him there.

- They can get his family!
- You're not in charge.

I am now.

You're not going to ruin this
for me, Hunt.

I think you've forgotten
who you're talking to.

An overweight,
over the hill, nicotine-stained

borderline alcoholic homophobe,

with a superiority complex

and an unhealthy obsession
with male bonding.

You make that sound
like a bad thing.

- I've got to save him, Gene.
- (Door opens)

Guv!

Key...

What's that, Jimmy?

Key...

Key...

Even in death you're rubbish,
aren't you, Jimmy?

(Thud)

Get after him, Tyler!

Mum? Dad?

- Shouldn't we search the place?
- We won't find anything.

We're under orders, Sam.

My mum and dad are gone, Annie.

They're not your parents.

- How did I know where the key was?
- What does that prove?

Lots of folk just leave their
door key under the dustbin.

OK, open that box. It'll play
The Blue Danube by Strauss.

(The Blue Danube plays)

See?

You've searched this house before.

I've got to find him.

Where is he?

Yes.

My dad gave me this cigarette card.

Signed. Bobby Charlton. Very special.

I keep this card my entire life.

So...

he's got to come back.

He...he has to.

You must see a psychiatrist.

You never recovered from the accident.

And I knew it and I just ignored it.

And it hurts me
to see you suffering so much.

Sanest lunatic you ever met.

He's not coming back, Sam.

I'm going to get help for you.
I should have done it weeks ago.

(Door opens and shuts)

Oh, my godfathers!

- I thought you were them!
- Why did you run away?

Because your boss was going to arrest me.

And how can I look after my family
from inside a police cell?

But risk your life for this
cigarette card?

B-because it means...

...too much to my son.

Imagine what it would do
to him if you disappeared.

I'm bad news.

Not to him, you're not.

Who are you?

A second chance.

You want to be rich?

You don't realise, do you?
You already are.

Stay with them, Vic.

You're right.

You're right.

If I leave them, then I've lost them, anyway.
And the Mortons have won.

You can trust me to protect you from them.
They'll be in custody very soon.

Why are you going to such
great lengths to help me?

I'm a policeman.

Thanks, Sam.

You're welcome, Vic.

I'll stay with them.

(Rhythmic beeping)

(Oxygen pumping)

That's it, I've done it!

I've done it, he's staying!

That's it, wakey-wakey!

Doctor! He moved.

Too right he moved!
He sorted it all out in his head,

and now he's coming home!

- Get the team in here.
- Yeah, get 'em in! Get 'em in!

Gather round for the big waking up!
Come on, gather round, game on!

I'm gonna kiss every one
of you beautiful people!

Assume the position!

(Beeping becomes more rapid and ends)

No.

No!

(Shouts) No!

No...

(Heavy breathing)

(Whispers) Where are you?

(Sam) I thought I'd done it.

I thought he was gonna stay.

It's gonna happen all over again.

And now...

- I don't know where he's gone.
- You lost a suspect?

No, I lost my...

Could be anywhere.

Sounds to me like you need
to be cut a break, mon brave.

- They could be in danger.
- Who's in danger?

I've got to stop him from leaving
them, and I don't know how.

What every good barman knows is,

if the beer ain't tasting good,
it ain't a problem with the tap.

It's a problem in the barrel. Get
to the root of the problem, Sam.

- What are you doing here?
- Drinking.

No, what are you doing here?

Tell me Gene, why are you sharing
this little adventure with me?

You talk a big game, about leaving.

But maybe this is more your cup
of tea than you care to admit.

I told you before,
I've got nowhere else to go.

I told you before, you wanted
to come here.

Where's Vic Tyler?

Let's leave Vic Tyler out of it, eh?

"Key".

Jimmy Lips' last word.
What does it mean?

No ideas? Come on, brainbox,
this is our only chance here.

Only chance?

To get the Mortons, before they destroy
many more families' lives.

Did you find a key on him?

No. There's a Keyhue Lane
in Levenshulme.

Did a drive-by, nothing.

Code?

Where do they operate from?

Well, we know they operate card
games in the red-light district.

And plod reckons they've been running
dog fights down by the canal.

Canal?

So?

They know the wharfs.

Maybe we got the wrong spelling.

Quay.

(Hunt) Police! Stay where you are!

You're nicked, sonny.

I see you got your vicars in a twist.

Where are they? Where are they?

Right. One of you is happily
going to spill his guts to us.

They're not here.

Just relax, we've got plenty to go on.

- Somebody's bound to talk.
- There's no time.

Here.

Looks like they've been thinking up titles.
Listen.

On Her Majesty's Secret Cervix.

Guv, we've been flashing the photos
around. Vic Tyler got a reaction.

Why are you showing
photographs of Vic Tyler?

We should be going after the Mortons,
the root of the problem!

I've got a hunch about Vic Tyler.
And it looks like it's paying off.

He told us he'd been on a film shoot.

Not on this one. D'you know what
I'm thinking? He's been to a few.

I knew that bloke
was yanking our chain.

He's involved with them.
Ray, get an APB on Vic Tyler.

Bus stations, railway stations.
the works.

You're barking up the wrong tree.

He's innocent!

We should be going after the men
who drove him away.

We pull him in and we don't
let him out of our sight

until we get some answers!

- You're going to stitch him up.
- There's a thought.

You are, aren't you?

If you do that, he'll bolt for good.
And then it's over.

- No, it's not.
- For me it is!

I really need you to help me find
him, OK? We've no idea where he is!

Or where he's gonna be.

What?

- Where are you going?
- Get out of my way.

You're staying right here with me,
where I can keep an eye on you.

- Don't!
- You are my DI. Now you act like it!

(Music and chatter)

(Sam) My dad walked out on us
at a family wedding.

'Roundabout this time.

I never found him.

Not a trace.

(Wizzard: See My Baby Jive)

♪ The band might play our song

♪ See my baby jive

♪ See my baby jive

♪ She hangs on to me
and she really goes

♪ Wo-ah, wo-ah, wo-oh

♪ See my baby jive

♪ Such a lazy jive

♪ Well everyone you meet... ♪

(Woman screams)

(David Bowie: Life on Mars)

♪ It's a god-awful small affair

♪ To the girl with the mousy hair

♪ But her mummy is yelling, "No"

♪ And her daddy has told her to go

♪ But her friend is nowhere to be seen

♪ Now she walks through
her sunken dream

♪ To the seat with the clearest view

♪ And she's hooked
to the silver screen

♪ But the film is a saddening bore

♪ For she's lived it
ten times or more

♪ She could spit in the eyes of fools

♪ As they ask her to focus on

♪ Sailors fighting in the dance hall... ♪

DCI Hunt? There's no sign of DI Tyler,
but he was right

about Vic coming to the reception.
He's just left the hall, over.

Can you hear me?

Look, I know what you said,
but I'm going after him.

Excuse me.

Have you seen my daddy?

I need to find my daddy.

Go back inside.
I'm going to go and get him.

Where are you?

(Woman screams)

(Whispers) Where are you?

Daddy, where are you?

(Annie) Can you hear me, sir?

Can you hear me, sir?

Please, come in.

I can hear you.

- I'm a police officer.
- OK. Well, leave me in peace, please.

- I don't want to be involved.
- You're involved already, sir.

What have I done?

Eh?

All I wanted was to
keep my family safe.

- Provide for them.
- You can discuss all this with DCI Hunt.

They planted
you like a little CID stooge.

Waiting for me, spying on my family.

You've got no right. It's my life.

It's my life!

Give me that radio.

Wait, Vic!

You don't have to run any more.
We can... I can protect you.

No!

- Victor Tyler, I'm arresting you...
- Wait, Annie!

What's this for?

In case they find me. The Mortons.

I could turn it on them.

Or myself.

Let me have it, Sam.

I can protect you.

And your family.

- They're better off without me.
- No, Vic, they need you.

You have to stay.

Vic, please.

If I stay...

I'll need to protect them.

Don't, Sam.

Stay?

- I promise.
- Sam, don't!

Sam?

Don't you move a muscle,
you scummy bastard!

- Sam, step back.
- What are you doing?

- D'you wanna tell him, Vic, or shall I?
- Tell him what?

A known associate of the Mortons
had Vic's hotel room details.

We've got film that shows
he was at a porno shoot.

He was at the snooker club
where we found Jimmy Lips

and the manager dead.

Guv, this is...

There was no one at the club, Sam.
Just him.

We've only got his word
that the Morton brothers were there.

We never searched him.
He could have had a gun himself.

Oh, my sweet godfathers,
you think what?

We've got no formal ID on the brothers.

Never crossed our minds that one man
could be pretending to be two men.

You're not going to set him up, Gene.

I don't need to, Sam. Forget logic.

What does that tell you?

He's rotten, Sam.
We've got to bring him in.

Now, that's an odd thing to do.

You don't want me to leave.

But I have to leave, Gene.

He's under stress, sir.

Yeah? Well, I'm not exactly
dozing in a deckchair myself here.

- Listen to me.
- Write it down, I'll read it later.

Dad?

Please! Dad.

Stop.

Sam, you understand.

You know what the police are like.

They need to solve cases.
They'll do anything t-to draw...

Don't leave. I'm begging you.

You can't protect me, Sam.
Not even from your own DCI.

I can.

I can save you! But you have to stay
together with your family,

the way it was supposed to be.

I'll need to feel safe if I stay, Sam.

Please, give me the gun.

I'll stay if you give me the gun.

(Man) Come on, Sam.

(Woman) Come on.

- He's waking up!
- (Beeping)

You're so close.

You can do it, Sam.

(Woman) Come on, Sam! Come on!

(Trigger clicks)

I had to know.

I had to be sure.

I saw it.

It was a memory,
from when I was four.

You, out here in the woods.

The woman in the red dress.

She was a police officer.

And you struck her down.

And you kicked her and kicked her.

And then you fled.

And I saw it all.

I blocked it out.

Until I came here.

Victor Tyler,

you are under arrest for murder.

And for obtaining monies by
the manufacture and distribution

of material banned by the 1967
Obscene Publications Act.

Fine.

Fair cop.

Slap on the cuffs.

Are you gonna tell my Ruth
and little Sammy what I am?

Or do you want them to read
about it in the papers?

Or find out that daddy's a crook
from the kids in the playground?

You'll ruin their lives.

- (Steady heartbeat)
- He moved.

How badly do you want this, DI Tyler?

I just want you to stay.

I can't stay.

Not with Ruth and little Sam.

If I stay, it's in prison.

Oh, my God.

How can I?

This is not fair!

I can't win!

What you gonna do, Sam?

Go.

Get out of here.

What's going on?

Where's my Vic?

Tell me.

Vic was...

...involved in something.

It wasn't his fault.

He was in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

His life, and in fact your lives,

were all in danger.

He's gone away now.

So he can stay safe and...

...you and Sammy will be safe.

I'm sorry.

I have to tell Sammy something.

What do I tell him, Inspector?

Tell him...

...he's on the road.

Just back on the road.

And tell him...

...he'll see his daddy again.

(Lindisfarne: Meet Me on the Corner)

♪ I'm just hangin' round

♪ Meet me on the corner when
the lights are coming on

♪ And I'll be there
I promise I'll be there... ♪

(Mrs Tyler) Don't you look smart!
Like a prince.

♪ Down the empty streets...

Daddy's gone away, Sammy.

He didn't want to, but he had to.

On the road again.
Just... Just back on the road.

Hey, but he loves us,

and you'll see him again.

Come on,

big man, now. No tears.

Hide those bad feelings away, Sam.

Sam!

Do you see now?

Nothing can make you wake up.

Because you're already awake.

I'm afraid I'm never going to believe that.

But you should know...

...I don't hate everything

about this place.

Five nine, five ten.
Brown hair, collar length.

Last seen heading towards the
Brackley Green area on foot.

Eyes and ears open from plod.

You know what you've done, boss?
Lost me a fiver.

We had a little bet
not long after you arrived.

- On who'd pull a gun on who first.
- I was sure it'd be the guv.

You shouldn't underestimate me, Chris.

I don't underestimate you, boss.
Just don't understand you.

I want to go home.

Don't be such a Jessie.

You can go home later.

So, what do you want to do now,
then, Guv?

Pub.

- Pub.
- Pub.

Pub.

(Free: Little Bit of Love)

♪ I believe if you give

♪ A little bit of love

♪ To those you live with

♪ A little bit of love

♪ Oh, oh, oh
Has gotta come your way

♪ Well, in my mind

♪ It's easy to lose sight of the truth

♪ But in my heart

♪ I can't deny my feeling inside

♪ 'Cos I believe

♪ If you give a little bit of love

♪ To those you live with

♪ A little bit of love

♪ Oh, oh, oh,
has gotta come your way... ♪