All language subtitles for Dalziel.and.Pascoe.S04E04.The.British.Grenadier.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor1

Frank, you're
talking rubbish.

Who is it, I mean, who,

who was upstairs recently?

Frank, just leave it!

No, won't leave it!

No, don't walk away,
I'm talking to you.

This is not rubbish!

Yes, you are, yes, you are.

Look, who's is that,
explain it, who's is it?

It ain't mine, either,
I found it upstairs.

What you looking at?

Yeah, he finds it very
interesting, don't he?

I wonder why.

Go on, explain it, eh?

I won't calm down till I
know what I want to hear!

Who, just name me a name, eh?

Look, whose is that, then?

That's not yours, is it?

I don't know!

It ain't mine,
either, I found it upstairs.

Frank, leave it.

Don't push me!

No, I won't leave it.

Will you
just calm down?

- Do you think PD threw
it in there, did he?

- Leave me out of it, Frank.

You stay out of this and
I'll stay out of that,

all right, hey!

I'm talking to you!
- Easy, Frank!

Yeah, he finds it
very interesting, don't he?

I wonder why?

What you looking at?

Hey, I'm talking to you!

- Easy, Frank!

- Yeah?

Hello, girl.

- I tried to get you last night.

I couldn't get through.

- Mr Popularity, that's me.

- What do you mean?

- Well, I don't hear
from you in ages,

then you're suddenly
never off the phone.

- I'm worried, Andy.

It's Frank.

- Would you like
us to come over?

- Would you?

You're a love.

- So you used to tell us.

I'm on me way.

- Morning, Harry.

- Are you all right, Stella?

- I'm fine, thanks.

Summat else for your bonfire.

- Righty-ho, then.

- Just watch him
today, will you?

Ta-ra, son.

Be good for your nana.

Thanks, Mam.

- Rosemary?

- Sorry, dear.

I was on the phone to Angela.

Guess what?

Little Holly won the
Victor Ludorum yesterday.

She had a clear round.

- Little Holly?

The child's the size of a sow.

The horse deserves the medal.

- Morning, Mrs Stewart,
Mrs Grainger.

- Morning, girls.

- For goodness sake,
don't encourage him.

- Hello, love.

- Everything all right?

- So far.

Hello, British Grenadier.

- Good morning, girl.

- Patrick.

I thought it might've
been Frank.

- You know how to insult a man.

Haven't you heard from him?

- No.

- So, what are you going
to do, my lovely?

- Open up.

What else can I do?

- Yeah.

Well.

Well, I'll be over soon.

- Okay, bye.

- Morning, love.

Stella about, is she?

- She must be upstairs.

And I'm not your
love, by the way.

- Fair enough, Lesley.

Would pet or sweetheart do?

- Andy.

By, am I glad to see you.

- No more than me, Stella.

Wish I'd taken me Viagra
this morning.

- You know how to talk
to a lady, don't you?

- You get bonnier every day.

- That's better.

I'm at me wit's end, Andy.

- Let's have a drink.

- Last night we had the
mother and father of all rows.

He went for us.

If some of the regulars
hadn't got in his way,

he might've...

Well, I don't know what
he'd have done.

- What happened then?

- He walked out and
never came home.

- Has he done this before?

- Draw a little heart
in foam for us, like.

- Drop dead.

- Oh, stick one of those pizzas
in the oven, will you, Les?

Been catching rabbit, see?

- How fascinating.

Thick or thin?

- Thick.

- How appropriate.

- Tell you what, Les,

I wouldn't mind getting
inside your knickers.

- Not if you were the
last organism on Earth.

- Except somebody got in
there first, didn't they?

- You pig!

- Lesley?

Lesley!

Excuse us a minute,
will you, Andy?

- Take your time.

- Kieron?

- Hello, Mrs Moon.

- Have you been upsetting
Lesley?

- No, Mrs Moon.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, Mrs Moon.

- Then how come she's
blubbing her eyes out?

- I don't know, Mrs Moon--

- Stop calling us Mrs Moon.

It makes us feel like
an old woman.

- Well, you don't
look it, Stella.

- What's this?

- Oh, it's me dinner.

Les were going to stick
it in oven when she...

Oh, I got you this.

It's for your dinner.

- I don't know, lad.

What am I going to do with you?

- Strange topping for a pizza.

- I'll be right back.

- And yea, verily, thou shalt
enter the kingdom of Heaven.

- I say, potman, pour me
a pint of ale, will you?

- Pour your own.

And don't make personal
remarks about my belly.

- Yes, it's like being
in a chocolate factory

all on your own, isn't it?

- What's your name, Willy Wonka?

- Patrick Drury, friend
of the landlady's.

- Andy Dalziel, same.

- Pleased to meet you, Andy.

- I gather the landlord
hasn't got many of his own?

Friends, that is.

- Hardly surprising,
have you met him?

- Not had the pleasure.

I don't think much of
his taste, either,

by the look of this place.

Where does he get all this tat?

- From me, actually.

I'm, uh, I'm in antiques.

- Well, that's one word for it.

I can think of a shorter one.

- Take no notice, love.

He's just a daft lad.

- He's like all of them.

He doesn't think about
people, their feelings.

Just what's in his trousers.

- Come on, now, I know how you
feel, but I need your help.

Today of all days.

Go on.

Take him his rotten pizza.

Hey, and mind you
don't spit in it.

- Sorry, love.
- It's all right.

- Should we go up here
where it's quiet?

- Aye, if you like.

- Hello, love.

- Pizza.

- Hey, I'm sorry if
I upset you, Les.

I was having a bit of
a game, that's all.

- How do you want it?

- What?

- This piece of decorated
cardboard.

Four or six pieces?

- Oh, uh, four, please.

Yeah, I'm not very hungry.

- God help us.

- You know I might watch
the England-Wales match

in here, Harry.

Keep an eye on Stella, you
know, in case he comes back.

- He will do and all.

Stands to reason,
chap like that.

- Like what?

Went through the Argies like
a dose of salts, didn't he?

- Now, don't give me any of
that war-hero guff, Harry.

Tried to thump his missus.

Any road, he's past it.

Couldn't tackle a
fish supper now.

- Look at that!

What would happen if a mother

tried to wheel a pram
through there

or someone with a wheelbarrow?

- Oh, dear.

- I think they do
it deliberately.

- It's happened again!

Look, Brigid.

- Right, I've had enough.

Rosemary.

PC Clark!

PC Clark!

- So, where's he gone?

- I don't know.

- Do you think he'll come back?

- I don't know that, either.

- Do you want him to?

- Please, Andy.

There's Freddie to think about.

- Shall I tell you what
I think, Stella?

I think it's about time
you were with someone

who looks after you properly.

- Afternoon, Frank.

- Frank!

- Oh!

Who's this then,
eh, another one?

- Oh, Frank, please.
- You slag!

- Hey, come on, there's
no need for that.

- I'm talking to my wife, it's
got nothing to do with you.

- Yes, it is.

She's also my friend.

- Oh, yeah?

What sort of friend
would that be, eh?

- Andy was a pal of Terry's
and to me after he died.

- Bed him, did you?

- I'll tell you what, sunshine.

If words were cricket balls,

you'd bowl nowt but wides.

- Howzat!

- Or was that just
a favor you gave

to this smiling Irish git?

- Frank, just calm down, so
we can talk properly, okay?

- I don't know, on
the other hand,

maybe you were both
getting your eggs fried

in the same pan as me.

- Oi!

Frank, give it a
rest, all right?

- Oh, yeah.

I'm back.

Now, what was it you
said last night?

Show me face around here
again and you'd rearrange it?

Well, come on, sonny, I'm here!

- That was only the
ale speaking.

And he wasn't the only
one to say daft things.

- Yeah, Frank--
- You just keep out of this!

- Come with me--
- No, no!

It's finished.

All of it, you and me, finished!

The only reason I'm here
is to pick up Freddie.

I'm taking him with me.

Now, where is he?

- We never had these problems

until these dreadful
people moved in over there.

And if you don't do
something about it, I will.

- He's not here.

- I can see that, where is he?!

- Take it easy, lad.
- You stay out of this!

- I know it's against
your nature,

Frank, but come on,
be reasonable.

- Mr Moon.

- This'll get thee nowhere, lad.

- Keep out of this, Harry.

I've got a right to
know, he's my son!

- Not when you're in this state.

When you've calmed down.

- You're a woman.

You've taken him to
your mum's, haven't you?

- Frank, no!

- Oh, you want to come,
all right then--

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Stay out of this!

You back off, now!

Yeah, shut you up a bit
quick, didn't it?

Where's your big mouths now, eh?

- Frank, for God's sake!

- I promised myself

my foot would never cross
this threshold again,

but I can no longer
stand idly by--

- Shut up!

- Oh, my goodness!

- Stay out of this!

- What was that?

I'll be right back.

- Frank, no!

- Anybody else want
to try, eh, eh?

Come on, you.

Stella and me will
be on our way.

Out!

- Frank, what do you want?

- What do I want,
I want Freddie.

I want my son!

- Well, you can't have him!

- Oh, yes, I can.

I'm going to take him
away from you, Stella,

you and all your filth.

- You can't!

You can't have him,
he's not yours!

Now, what do you think
you're doing?

- What?

- Hello, Frank, Stella.

Everything okay?

- Get stuffed, will you, Clarky?

What did you say?

- I thought I heard a gunshot.

- Come on, come on.

- What's going on, Frank?

- Look, this is private,
it's between her and me.

Now get out of the
way, will you?

- That what you want, Stella?

- I'm not sure I can
do that, Frank.

- Oh, God Almighty.

- Look, why don't we
just go inside and--

- Now, why don't you just
leave us alone and get lost!

- Oh...

Careful with that thing, lad.

It might go off.

- Careful, Clarky, he's lost it!

- Listen, you--

- Frank!

- Get in the pub,
get in the pub!

You, get in the pub.

- Frank, for God's
sake, you shot him!

What are you doing?

- Will you shut up?

Just shut up!

Uh, right, all of you, up there.

Move, quick, now, move, quick!

Get him off the road.

- And you, close those curtains.

Just take it easy.

- Now, nobody moves a muscle.

- He's Frank Moon, the
publican in the village.

He's just shot PC Clark.

And I think he's got some
hostages in the pub with him.

- What on Earth's going on?

That's what I'd like to know.

- Nobody touches that!

Whose is it?

- It's his.

- Well, get it for us.

Anyone else got one?

- I wouldn't mind having
it back later, Frank,

I have to phone me bookmaker.

Or should that be me undertaker?

- Andy, are you all right?

- Oh, God!

- Now, just take it easy.

- Where is he?

- Don't worry, Andy, you're
not having a nightmare,

this is really happening.

- What are we going to do?

- I know.

- Have a drink.

- Where do you think
you're going?

- Come on, Frank,
it is a tavern.

- You ain't going nowhere.

I want you all up here
where I can see you.

- You know, Frank, it's about
time the brewery sent you

for one of those customer
relations courses.

- Get out of the way!

Come on, where are you?

- Alpha and Delta teams
have already been deployed

and a sniper squad is en route.

You are to draw your weapons
and kit and deploy immediately.

Should the situation
become critical,

you will be doing the entry.

Your commander is Inspector
Sillitoe,

who is already in situ and
will meet you on your arrival.

Now, we're all aware
of his recent history,

but I'm sure you'll give
him every support

during this operation.

Just one more point,

Chief Constable Raymond
is on the ground,

so keep your wits about
you, all right?

Any questions?

Okay.

- Oh, dear!

- Oh, dear what?

- I've left the oven on.

The lamb will be
dried out by now.

- I suppose I ought
to feel relieved,

if that's your greatest concern.

- I wonder if Mr Moon
would pass a message

to Constable Clark, so he
could go and switch it off?

- Rosemary, I don't
think you understand

how serious this situation
is, my dear.

It's a gunman there.

He's hardly likely
to go outside.

- You know, the last time
I saw a face like that,

a midwife was slapping it.

- When us were in
Palestine, in '46,

chap went off his rocker.

He had a gun.

Well, he would do,
he were an MP.

Military Police, that is,
not Member of Parliament.

What happened?

- He run amok in t'market.

Shot a couple of Arabs,
bagged a rabbi,

and another MP copped a
bullet in the buttock.

Then chap stuck gun
into his mouth,

blew his head off
with last round.

- Blimey!

- Aye, messy things, guns.

- We'll get back to you with
that, is that all right?

Listen, nobody knows
as such yet,

but I will find out, I promise.

So about 15 minutes,
is that okay?

The incident's in the pub,

the jig room's a church hall.

- Who's in charge?

- Raymond.

- How's the PC?

- Alive.

Listen, the press got
wind of this really early.

They're all over the place.

- Well, what happened?

- In the continued absence
of Mr Dalziel,

I shall be Ground Commander.

Inspector Sillitoe will be
the tactical firearms advisor.

Good to have you back
on the job, Inspector,

after your, uh, time away.

- Thank you, sir.

- The telephone people
are working

to establish secure landlines.

We'll conduct negotiations
from upstairs.

Inspector Pascoe, you will
be the lead negotiator.

Who else has been on
the Hendon course?

- Inspector Richards, sir.

- And me, sir.

- Where is Inspector Richards?

- We haven't been able
to raise him, sir.

- Perhaps he and Mr Dalziel
are together.

Is there some major sporting
event on this afternoon?

Very well, Wield, you will
support Inspector Pascoe

and liaise with me, understood?

- Sir.

- DC Novello, I want you to
compile a profile on this man.

His background, his history,
criminal record if any,

his psychological state.

Pick up on what Sergeant
Wield has started, okay?

Initial inquiries confirm
that we have seven hostages.

Three men, four women.

Is that right, Wield?
- Yes, sir.

- So, the usual strategy.

We control the situation.

Buy time, create a rapport
with the hostage taker,

calm him down, make
him see sense

and ultimately, hopefully,
give himself up.

Ladies and gentlemen, you know
your tasks, let's proceed.

But before we do,

let us for a moment,
bow our heads,

and ask God for his guidance
in this most difficult task.

And for His help in bringing
peace to this place once more.

Let us also pray for
the speedy recovery

of a very brave man who did
his duty, PC Clark, amen.

Thank you, everyone.

Inspector Sillitoe.
- Yes, sir?

- I shall want contingency
plans from you

for the following situations.

A threat being made,
shots being fired,

the subject attempting
to escape,

the subject indicating he
wishes to surrender, understood?

- I already have them, sir.

- He's used his weapon
once before,

likely to use it again
I'd have thought.

- You all right?

- Yes, sir.

- Has Sillitoe been
on his holidays?

- Suspended.

That business in Molton.

- Oh, yeah.

Trigger-happy cops and
the community care retard

with a water pistol.

- Sillitoe was cleared.

He's a good bloke.

- Well, sure.

That's why they call
him Quick Draw McGraw.

- What's happening out
there, do you think?

- Most of the crack
shots north of the Trent

will be gathering.

Their sights trained
on these windows.

- I'm scared, Andy.

- Don't worry.

They'll only be looking,
for the present.

They won't squeeze any triggers.

At least until your husband
tries any more pot shots.

Listen...

We have to help him, Stella.

You and me, and the others.

Get him out of this tall tree
he's climbed into, understand?

Come on now.

Be a brave lass.

- I want the three roads
in and out blocked.

I want an inner cordon
established.

I'll draw up an outer one
once I've recce'd the ground.

Keep the noise down.

He'll be pumped up
enough as it is.

Andy Dalziel's in charge,
once they get hold of him.

Beta three in
position, no target.

Alpha two in
position, no target.

Beta nine in
position, no target.

Alpha eight
in position, no target.

- Does he know I'm a
copper, by the way?

- Don't think so.

I never talked about you.

- Good.

It's important he
doesn't find out.

- Why?

- Give him another
weapon, won't it?

- Aw!

What a lovely couple.

- I don't trust him an inch.

- Is this him, is it?

- Mr Moon, don't you think
this has gone quite far enough?

- Do what?

- Why don't you put down that
weapon so we can all go home?

- And why don't you
shut your cake-hole?

- Listen to me--
- Listen?

Who wants to listen to you?

You're an ugly, unpleasant
old cow

and the whole village hates you.

- What was that old line about
clouds with silver linings?

- I'm perfectly well aware
of what people think,

but I must speak out.

My friend, Mrs Grainger, is
ill and I demand that you--

- You demand?

Listen, just shut your mouth
or I'll shut it for you.

- Come on, love.

Let's just leave it for now, eh?

- Got a way with the
ladies, haven't you, Andy?

- Compared to you, Frankie boy,

the Dalai Lama's got
a way with the ladies.

- That's right.

Keep it going, Paddy.

Because it's coming,
son, very very soon.

- They bought the place about
five or six years since.

Used to be called the
Middleridge Arms.

Been run down for years.

- Weren't short of money then?

- Both had a bit put
by, apparently.

Been wed five years.

She'd been married before.

Husband had died and
left her with a packet.

Life insurance salesman.

- And him?

- Army, Welsh rifles.

- I'll check.

- Yeah, let's have his
full service record.

If he had any special pals,
let's get them here, quick.

So how's the business doing?

- Well, put it this way.

It's Sunday lunchtime when
Frank pulls his stunt.

He's got seven other
punters in there,

two of which are old ladies,

come to complain about
parked cars.

Frank's got himself
a reputation.

Genial mine host, very much not.

- We are in a green state.

I repeat, green state.

Let me remind you what
the law says about that.

It allows for reasonable
force to be used.

It states that each individual

is responsible for his
or her own actions.

Remember that.

Neighborhood's been
cleared, sir.

- Snipers in position?

- Yes, sir.

- Any sign of any movement?

- No, sir.

- Time to establish contact.

- Oh, and there's
something else.

There's a kid, a little
boy called Freddie.

- He's in there?

- No one seems to know.

Only child, Frank dotes him.

- Right, find him.

If he's not in there,
then bring him here.

He could be critical
in all this.

- How long before we
get a secure phone line?

- Any minute, sir.

Wield.

Yeah, he is. Sir?

- CC Raymond here.

- Where's Dalziel?

- Probably left his
pager in the pub.

- Yes, I heard.

We're now conducting
a murder inquiry.

PC Clark has just passed away.

Damn!

It's imperative that
Moon doesn't find out.

We must get these phone lines
secure as soon as possible.

- I'll have another go.

- Please don't bother, Brigid.

He was so horrid to you before.

- I'm not afraid
of him, Rosemary.

He's only a man.

- But he's got a gun!

- Rosemary, he's not
going to shoot me.

- Be careful.

Please be careful.

- Yes, I will, my dear.

I know what I'm doing,

but the situation is
very urgent, isn't it?

- Where are you going?

- Getting somebody a drink.

- Sit down!

- Frank, Harry's
got an headache.

I'm getting him an aspirin
and a glass of water.

- And my friend wants
to go to the lavatory.

- Sit down, the pair of you.

Do you think I'm playing
a game here?

- Can I make a suggestion,
Frank?

There's no point in people
being uncomfortable.

While they're here, they
need to be watered and fed,

provided with the
usual facilities.

And the occasional
facelift.

- Shut your mouth, Pat.

Give your backside a chance.

I mean, if they don't.

They'll only give you headache.

Look, um...

I know she's a bit of a pain,

but let the old bat
go to the lavvy.

- Oh, all right, go on, go on.

I should think so, too.

Come on, Rosemary.

- Who are you?

- What's your plan, Frank?

- Plan?

- You're a soldier.

All soldiers have a plan.

What's yours?

- Good question, Frank.

- I mean, you've
got us all here.

Your regulars.

All them lads out there.

What is it you want from us?

- I'll tell you what I want.

I want to know which
one of you three

has been having my wife!

And I want to know what
you meant out there!

What did you mean,
he's not mine?

- I just meant he's
not only yours.

He's got more than one parent.

- Don't give me that,
there's only--

Who's that?

British Grenadier.

- Frank? Is that Frank?

- Who wants him?

- Frank, my name's Peter.

I'm talking to you
from over the road.

I'm in the church hall.

- You're a copper, aren't you?

- Yes, I am.

- I don't like coppers.

- Frank, right now
I'm not a copper,

just a bloke who wants
to talk to you.

Find out how we can help you.

- Well, that's easy, get
lost and leave us alone!

- Nothing I'd like
better, Frank.

I've got my daughter's birthday
party on this afternoon.

But the thing is,

we're worried about the
people in there with you.

We're also worried about you.

- You're beginning to
sound like a padre.

- What's that?

- You like the sound of
your own voice, don't you?

- That's what my boss
says to me sometimes.

Sometimes he says,
"Shut your mouth, Peter,

"and give your backside
a chance."

Sometimes he's probably right.

Frank?

Frank?

Frank?

- What?

- Frank, is Freddie with you?

- Freddie, no, no,
he's not here.

- Right.

Would you like to see him?

- Uh...

- Frank, can you hear me?

Frank?

Frank?

Talk to me, Frank, tell
me what's on your mind.

- No, I don't want to do that!

- Let's go for it.

What's to lose?

Give me the phone.

- Now, I want a proper
answer and I want it now.

What?!

- Frank, my name's Gail Steward.

- Who?

- I'm from On the Spot News.

Why'd you shoot PC Clark, Frank?

What had he done to you?

- Get stuffed!

- Word is he's dead, Frank.

- He's what?

- Few months off retirement.

Why, Frank?

Why'd you kill him?

Frank?

Frank? Frank?

Frank?

- What?

- Frank, just one last
thing, it's important.

Anytime you want to talk,
just pick up the phone.

I'll be here.

- He's dead, isn't he?

- Frank?

- That's it, then.

- Frank?

Listen to me.

Frank?

- So Frank was a good
friend, then, Mr Pritchard?

- Yeah, we joined up together
straight from school.

Sort of grew up together.

He was a London skinner,

I was a boy from the
South Wales valleys.

Somehow we got on.

And then in the Falklands.

That's a long story.

- Was he a good soldier?

- Oh, aye.

Made it to Co lour Sergeant.

Could have gone further if he'd

known how to use a fish knife.

He got a DSM, you know.

Troop of his got pinned
down in Armagh.

Frank led them out in the dark.

One dead, two injured.

Carried one of them
out on his back.

- Brave man.

- Oh, aye.

Frank's scared of nothing.

- You all right, Andy?

- Ah, it's good to
talk, isn't it?

- Oh, yeah, you want to talk?

I'll show you someone
to talk to.

Get out there!

- All right, I've had
enough of this!

If he's hurting my friends,

then I'm going to
have to hurt him.

- Kieron, put it away.
- Don't be stupid, Kieron.

He's got a bloody
hostage with him.

- Don't shoot, don't
shoot, don't shoot!

- All right, come on, then,
let's get on with it, eh?

I got one of yours,

so you're going to
get me, aren't you?

So, come on then!

Well, I'm going down,
I know that.

But I'm gonna take a
few of you with me.

Alpha three,
clear target.

- So, come on then,
show yourselves!

Where are you, eh?

Come on, then, let's
get on with it, eh?

- What's happening?

- Frank's out, he's
got a hostage.

- He knows about Clark.

- What?

Awaiting
your orders, sir.

- We have him in
our sights, sir.

Shall we take him out?

Sir, we're waiting
for an order.

- Cowards!

- It's too dangerous.

Alpha three,
clear target.

- It's too late.

- Frank!

- This is all your
fault, you bitch!

Rosemary?

Oh, dear.

- Where are your pills?

- I don't have any with me.

- Oh, Rosemary!

- They're in my other handbag.

My weekday handbag, this
is my Sunday handbag.

- Oh!

- Don't scold me, dear.

There's a dear.

If only I could get some air.

- You all right?

Did he hurt you?
- No.

- Drink that.

You and me have stumbled
into a war zone, Pat.

A small one, but nasty with it.

We might end up on the slab.

- Best to know your
enemy, you mean.

So what rank are
you, Mr Dalziel?

Inspector?

No, higher, I'd say.

- Why do you say that?

- The way you handle people.

With authority.

You act like you're used
to dishing out orders.

The only time you're
not doing it

is when you're gazing
at the lovely Stella.

Not that I blame you,
I'm besotted meself.

- What are we going to do?
- Lesley, a wet towel.

- Is there a doctor
in the house?

Or possibly a vet?

- What's wrong with the old bag?

- Don't you dare speak
about Rosemary like that!

- What's wrong with her?

- Rosemary, are you all right?

Does she often
get dizzy spells?

She has high
blood pressure,

she takes tablets for it.

- Well, give her one, then.

- As the Archdeacon
said to the Bishop.

She hasn't
got them with her!

- Frank, you're going
to have to let her go.

- Nobody is leaving here.

- She needs a doctor.

She could
have a stroke!

She could.

You want that on
your conscience, Frank?

- Frank?

- Get out of my way.

- Frank, it's Peter, can I
talk to you for a minute?

Frank, are you there?

- Pat, I know you're scared

and you're cracking gags
to keep the jitters at bay.

But you're not helping anyone.

And frankly, they're
starting to get on my nerves.

So just cut it out, okay?

- Frank, are you there?

Frank, I've got some
news about Freddie.

You want to hear it?

And the important
thing is that the crowd are--

- Turn that bloody thing off!

- The match is about to start.

- Turn if off now!

- Frank, are you there?

Can you come to the
door a minute?

I've got a message from Freddie.

- Talk to them, Frank.

- Don't keep trying to--
- Frank, are you there?

- And don't you even think of
trying anything, all right?

Come to the
door a minute, will you?

- Go on then, talk.

- He's at the door.

Steady, now.

Come on, lad, let's see you.

- Frank, this is my friend Ed.

- Anything you need, Frank?

Food or drink?

- Don't be stupid, this
is a pub, innit?

Now, what about my boy?

Everybody all
right in there, Frank?

- Just get on with it, will you?

Freddie's
on his way home.

- What, he's coming here?

- Would you like
to speak to him?

Maybe we can arrange that.

- Could you?

- Maybe.

- We need to know if
everyone's all right, Frank.

- You want a deal, don't you?

Just wait a minute!

Has she come round yet?

Well?

- One of the old women,
she's not feeling too good.

- What's up?

- I don't know, she's
fainted or something.

Is she bad?

- Why don't you let
her go, Frank?

- No, no one's leaving here.

But have you got a doctor,

someone who could take
a look at her?

- Frank, we can't--
- No!

You let me talk to my
son, I'll let a doctor in.

- Nobody's going in there,
doctor or anybody else.

- It's probably one
of the older women.

- No swaps, either, I'm
not adding to the hostages.

- Well, it could be
an advantage, sir.

Someone to talk to
him on the inside.

- I'm not having it.

- Well, we need something
to bargain with, sir.

- Look, Peter, this
is my decision.

We'll have to think
of something else.

- Hang on.

Why don't you let
me talk to him?

He might listen to me.

- Come on, hurry up.

- That's your lot, no more.

- What's your middle
name, Torquemada?

- You should have something
to eat, soak it up.

- Waste of a good mouth.

Why eat when you can drink?

Or talk, or kiss, eh, my lovely?

- Get them crisps down you.

- Is there anything
else I can do?

- Exert some influence
on your husband, perhaps.

- I'm sorry.

- So am I.

I know you're not responsible
for him.

- Yes, I am.

I'd never forgive myself if...

- I know people laugh at us,

say all kinds of awful things.

But she's very dear to me.

- These aren't crisps.

They're autopsy scratchings.

Stiffened by road-gritting salt.

- Harry? You all right?

Harry?

- Just a bit weary
now, that's all.

Us usually takes a bit
nap about this time.

Give us a bar of Fruit
and Nut, will you, love?

- Have a crisp, Harry.

That'll stiffen you up.

There you go.

- No, I won't need that.

He won't shoot me.

- Still no news on Dalziel?

- No, sir.

- Good luck, Mr Pritchard.

- Right, then.

- Frank, listen to me.

Whatever this is about,

it's got nothing to do
with that old lady.

- Just leave me alone.

- Frank, look at me, please!

She's sick.

Do you want her to die?

Is that what you want?

Frank?

Frank, it's me, Peter,
I want a word.

Can you come to the
door a minute?

- 30 seconds!

Frank, listen to me--

- How many sniper sights
you got trained on me?

- I promise you, nothing
like that's going to happen.

- 20 seconds.

- How's the old lady?

- Where's the doctor?

- Frank, we can't let
a doctor in there.

Listen, listen!

But we can do a deal
with you, okay?

If you let her go, we'll
let you talk to Freddie.

- No, that wasn't the deal.

- Oi! Frankie boy!

- Who's that?

- It's me, you daft
sod, get off!

Who did you think it was?

- Nye.
- Hey! Whoa, whoa.

No sudden movements.

Remember your training.

- What are you doing here?

- Just here to help
out an old mate.

Hey, is it true you got
a sick old lady in there?

- Listen, Nye, you
don't understand.

- Is this Co lour Sergeant
Moon of the Welsh Rifles

I'm talking to or some
other toe rag?

- Okay.
- Right.

- But you get Freddie
here right now, all right?

- Frank!

- He's agreed.

- Nobody breathes, nobody moves.

- All right, she can go.

- I'll need help.

Come on,
love, up you get.

- Oi.

How about letting
old Harry go, eh?

He's not too good, either.

- Get off, Harry's fitter than
the two of us put together.

Oh, come on!

I said no!

- Oh, Frank!

- Get her out before
I change me mind.

Mind your step,
now, that's it.

Come on!

- Excuse me, madam, can
we come through, please?

Excuse me, sir.

Let us through, please.

Thank you.

Target sighted
and armed.

- Take it easy, everyone!

Now, listen.

If you've got Freddie here,
I'll let the two old women go.

- Freddie's here, Frank.

- Right.

Let's try and find
a way out of here.

Kieron, keep an eye
on the front door.

Give me a shout when
he comes back.

You have to let
the old ladies go first.

- Right.

- Well done, Frank.

Oh, this is stupid.

I can't talk to you
properly with this thing.

- Hold it, hold it.

- You're not pointing
that me, are you, Frank?

That'd be a bit rich.

I seem to remember it
was me who found it.

- Yeah, I'm sorry, mate.

Come on, you two.

Come on, get a move on.

Yes, thank you.

- Listen, Frank, now
you got this far,

why don't you let
them all go, eh?

End this thing right now.

- Green state, I repeat,
green state, go, go, go.

- Get in!

- Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

- He's coming back!

- Andy!

- I should finish
you off right now!

- Frank, you've been shot!

- It wasn't us, Frank,
it was a TV crew!

- Nye?

- Hello, Stella.

- Did you get it?

- Yeah, I got everything,
it's a good 'un.

- Get up, get up!

Back over there.

And where the hell have you
been, as if I didn't know?

- Take it easy, Frank.

No, you take it easy!

- Welcome aboard, fellows.

It's going to be a bumpy ride.

- Have you any idea
what you've done?

We're not on some sort
of exercise here.

As a result of your grossly
irresponsible actions,

a police officer was taken
hostage and a man was shot.

The lives of dozens of
others were put at risk.

And for what?

You're beneath my comprehension
as well as my contempt.

Now, just get out of here!

Give me the tape!

Come on!

- There.

Now, sue me for criminal
damage if you dare.

- I knew as soon as I saw him.

Soldiers, they're
always trouble.

- The marriage, it
didn't work out?

- For a while.

Grand passion.

It died like it always does,

but they could find nothing
to put in its place.

She went into it with
her eyes open, mind.

I mean, what she had with Terry

wasn't exactly wine and roses.

But she had to have
a go, didn't she?

As I always say,

There's always pain in wedlock,

but there's never any
joy in celibacy.

- Was there anybody else?

For Stella, I mean.

- I'm not sure.

Maybe.

She's talked a couple of
times about this chap,

Andy, his name was.

- Andy?

- When the slide started
with Frank.

Well, I said to her, I
couldn't help myself,

"Marry in haste, repent
at leisure."

Still, you can't write it
off altogether, can you?

Not with that little lad there.

And I'll say this
for soldier boy,

he doted on his Freddie.

- No, no, just leave
it, leave it.

- Don't be stupid,
let me have a look.

- Frank, will you just listen
to a mate for a minute?

Just answer me one question.

What's all this about, huh?

What is it that's so important

that an old policeman
had to die?

- Why don't you ask Stella?

My ever-loving wife.

- You're losing a lot
of blood, Frank.

- Just leave it, leave it.

- Inspector, we've got to
get something straight.

Your handling of that
situation was,

to say the least, precipitate.

- The circumstances called
for an armed response.

He used his weapon twice.

- And immediately shielded
himself with Inspector Pascoe.

A fellow officer might
have been killed,

not to mention a
civilian nearby.

- I cannot share that view, sir.

A weapon was being discharged.

- Next time, Inspector,

and you can be sure there will

most certainly be a next time,

you will follow my orders
immediately and completely.

Do you understand?

- Yes, sir.

- What's happening out there?

- Usual strategy.

- Then how come we
just had the rerun

of the gunfight at
the O.K. Corral?

Who's in charge?

- Raymond.

- Say no more.

If we thought he was
desperate before,

he'll be like a bloody caged
lion now he's been shot.

All right
if I get a drink?

- Who's he?
- Help yourself.

- Friend of Frank's.

Served in the Army with him.

- Whose side is he on?

His or ours?

- Hiya.
- Hiya.

- Can I have a whisky, please?

Thanks.

- I'm Lesley, by the way.

- Anuerin, Nye for short.

- You what?

- It's Welsh.

It means "all gold,"
like a box of chocolates.

- That's lovely.

Nice to meet you.

- It's all right, love.

Doesn't feel as bad as it looks.

- Oh, no, it wasn't that.

I thought it might hurt.

Not any more.

- Come on, Harry, lad, eh.

Let's go somewhere
a bit more comfy.

- Oh, aye lad.

I'm bloody knackered.

- Nye!

Nye, where are you?

Come on, we've gotta
get out of here.

Come on!

- You go!

- I'm not leaving you.

Come on, we've got to get out.

- Frank, leave me, leave me!

- Come on!
- Leave me!

- Now, move!

I'm gonna get you out of here!

You get up here!

Go on.

Come on.

- Just leave me here!

- You an ex-squaddie too?

- Yeah.

- Old army pal of Frank's?

What happened?

- You remember a ship
called the Galahad

in the Falklands War?

Me and him were on it
when it got bombed.

He got me out.

And there have been times
when I've cursed him for it.

But I owe my life to Frank.

- Sir.

Sir.

- Make it brief, Novello,

I've got plenty on
my plate just now.

- Sir, I've been debriefing
the two old ladies.

They say there's another man
in there, an extra hostage.

- Well, one more or less won't
make much difference now.

Do we know who it is?

- No, they didn't know him,
he's not from the village.

They said he seemed to
be a friend of Mrs Moon.

- What?

Her fancy man, you mean?

- Well, that's what Frank
seems to think.

I've got his description.

The thing is they said
he was fifty-ish,

thick set, sure of himself,
rather blunt.

- So?

- They said Stella
called him Andy.

- Are you suggesting--

- Well, we haven't been
able to raise Mr Dalziel

all day, sir.

- Novello, do you know how
many blunt, middle-aged men

called Andy there must
be in Yorkshire?

Take my word for it.

Our Mr Dalziel has been holed up

in some rugby club all afternoon

with his mobile and
pager switched off.

And the Lord help him
when I see him next.

- Hello, Freddie.

You all right?

My name's Ed.

Did you enjoy your ride
in the police car?

You're a Leeds United fan?

- Who's your favorite player?

- Jimmy Floyd Hasselbaink.

- Why's that?

- 'Cause he does
cartwheels when he scores.

- Does he?

I bet that's a sight.

Listen, Freddie.

I think you might be
able to help me.

Would you like to do that?

The thing is, your mum and
dad are at home, but your dad,

he's not feeling too good

and he won't come out.

So, I thought it might
be a good idea

if you had a little chat
with him on the phone.

- Have they been shouting
at each other again?

- Yes, they have.

How do you feel about that,

having a little chat
with him on the phone?

- Okay.

- Just to say hello,
is that all right?

- Mmm-hmm.

- He'll be a year old on Friday.

He'll be wondering where I am.

I'm usually finished by now.

- Well, don't worry, love.

It'll all be over soon.

- Aye, it's a good
life, soldiering.

- Hey, why did you pack it in?

- Kieron, are you blind?

- Couldn't hold a rifle now,
son, never mind point one.

- There's folks here
as could never do that.

Too dangerous, but
it's not, really.

Except when there's
a war on, of course.

- Military men.

Men of action.

I despise the lot of them.

- Were you in it with him?

- For a bit, yeah.

- Did he ever get hurt, like?

- No.

Well, not on the
outside, anyway.

- Hmm, shame.

- Had a good war mesen.

Worked in a REME store
for a while.

At Colchester Barracks.

Made a bob or two,
I'll tell thee.

- Ah, hang on, I tell a lie,
he did break his leg once.

- In action, like?

- No, coming out of a pub in
Aldershot bladdered one night.

Fell over a flower tub.

- Hey, I broke me leg once.

How'd that happen?

- Oh, me dad kicked us.

- If you don't shut up,
I'll do the same.

- Millions were killed
in that war.

Millions.

But I had a cracking time.

Time of us life.

- Happy now, though,
aren't you, Harry, eh?

Like a pig wi' a tattie.

- Oh, aye.

There's plenty to think about
when tha thinks about it.

Aye, I do like Fruit and Nut.

- Harry.

- Dirty Harry strikes again.

- Hey, but I'm tired.

- Have a lie down, Harry.

- Yeah, have half
an hour, Harry.

- Aye, it's a good idea.

I'll lie here for a while.

- Night-night, Harry.

- There you go.

- Oh, thank you, Kieron.

Aye.

- Where's that, whose is it?

- Answer it, Frank.

You might hear something
to your advantage.

- Hello?

- Go on, son, talk to your dad.

- Hello, what's happening?

Hello, Dad?

- Freddie?

Hello, son.

- I've been to Grandma's.

I was playing football
in the garden.

- Oh, that's smashing.

Was it good?

- I'm wearing the strips
you gave us.

- Yeah, well.

You'll score lots of
goals with that.

The man here
says you're not well, Dad.

- Does he?

- "I want to see you, Dad.

"I don't want anything
bad to happen.

"I want you to come
out and see us."

- Yeah, I know, I know
you do, but...

I can't, you see, son.

Look, son, it's...

- Frank.

It's Eddie.

That's all for now.

Think on what Freddie said.

No one out here wants that to be

the last time you talk to him.

You got a lot to
live for, Frank.

Whatever's happened.

- No, I haven't.

- You got this lovely
little lad.

Your son.

- My son?

Listen, Frank.

- Frank.

- All right, all right.

Let's get this sorted
out once and for all.

- Good lad.

- All right, you two.

Down there, come on.

Come on, move!

Get over there.

Over there.

You two, come over
here, in a line.

I want you all in a line.

- Don't be daft.

- Get over here now!

That's it.

- What's this, Frank,
beauty competition?

I love children and animals,

and my ambition is to help
people in the third world.

- Now, gentlemen.

Which one of you three has
been having my wife, eh?

- Volunteers, one step forward.

- More to the point.

Which one of you was
having her five years ago?

- Frank, please!

- No, you said he's not mine.

So whose is he, eh?

What about you, Casanova?

Got such a big reputation,
haven't you?

How many times have you
slept with Stella?

- Oh, many, many times.

- Patrick!

- In my dreams.

- Don't get funny.

- Oh, seriously, Frank.

I tried every trick in the book.

I chatted to her, charmed
her, made her laugh,

but I just couldn't
get her into bed.

She wasn't having any
of it, as you might say.

- No!

- That's for all
the smarmy cracks

I could never give you back.

- But she's still my
friend, Frankie.

And who's to say that isn't
a better thing entirely?

- Shut up.

- You know something, Frank?

I've known hundreds
of blokes like you.

Yeah, big men, handy with their
fists, full of themselves,

especially when they've
got a gun in their hands.

Do you know who you
remind me of, Frank?

You remind me of me old dad.

Yeah, I was afraid of him, too.

But not any more.

Yeah, you're just like
the rest of them.

A coward and a bully.

And a very small man.

Hey you, come on.

- Where are you going?

- This spectacle's got
nothing to do with me, boy.

- So, what about you, eh?

What do you got to
say for yourself?

Not so bleeding noisy
now, are you?

- Leave him be, for God's sake.

- Yeah, she's getting on a bit

for the likes of you, isn't she?

- Jesus, Frank.

- Was it her know-how, eh?

Show you what to do,
did she, was that it?!

- No, no!

- Were you her toy-boy?

Well, come on, toy-boy.

Tell us what happened.

How many times did you do
it, when did you start--

- Look, I've never been
with anyone, all right?

Look, no one's interested.

No one is interested in me.

I don't know what to say to 'em.

But that's it, you see,

that's the thing with Stella.

She talks to me.

You know, she's beautiful,
is Stella.

But you know, she's
nice with it.

I love you, Stella.

- Kieron.

- I never even touched her.

- And then there was one.

- How much longer?

- Couple of minutes till
we get a picture, sir.

- Where's the boy?

- Downstairs, sir.

Do you think we should let
Frank talk to him again?

- No, let him sweat
it out for a bit.

- Well, come on, say summat.

- I'm not going to play
your game, Frank.

- You don't deny it, though.

You look a bit uncomfortable,
Andy.

- I'm just fine, thanks.

- It's probably because
you're more used to

asking the questions
than answering them, eh?

Mr Policeman.

You thought you were
so clever, didn't you?

Playing it cool,
playing it pally.

Pretending not to recognize
the late arrival here.

Ah, but he'd already
blown your cover.

So...

How long have you been
poking my Stella?

- Play another record.

- What?

All right, all right.

Recognize that, do you?

Look.

Standard issue, aren't they?

You ought to take
more care, son.

It must have fallen
out of your trousers

when you came here yesterday.

Probably wasn't the only
thing, either, was it?

- Frank, the only person
I slept with yesterday

were Freddie.

- I found that on the
floor of the bathroom

when I came back from Wetherton.

What were you doing, eh?

Checking the shag pile?

But you know the worse thing
is your brazen brass neck,

standing there denying
it all to me.

- I did come here
yesterday, Frank--

- I wasn't talking
to you, toe rag!

- But only to talk.

Okay, so I used your
bathroom, I'm sorry.

I didn't know you were so
particular about your porcelain.

- God, you're some piece
of work, you know that?

So how long has it
been going on, eh?

- Years.

- Do you mean before me?

When you were still
married to Terry?

- Yes.

- God, but he was supposed
to be your best friend!

- Yes, he was.

- You dirty.

- Very probably.

- How? Why?

- Because I was lonely.

Because I was miserable.

Andy...

He was there.

He were good to me.

He were a friend.

- I bet he was.

So, so then your beloved
husband snuffs it.

Why didn't you marry
him instead of me?

I asked him, he wouldn't.

- I told you, love.

I'll never wed again.

- And why's that?

- It's none of your business.

- His wife left him.

- See, Frank,

we all of us have our grief
somewhere down the line.

- Well, why me?

- I fell in love
with you, Frank.

But you never loved me.

Not really.

All we had was anger
and jealousy

and a little lad growing
up in the middle of it.

Yesterday, when things got
really bad, I called Andy.

I wanted a shoulder to cry
on, not a man to sleep with.

And that's the truth.

I never betrayed you
with him, Frank.

- Sad but true.

- No, no, but the damage had
already been done, innit?

Five years earlier.

Now, come on, Andy.

Come on, tell us.

Tell us what she was like.

- Look, Frank.

You really want to know?

She was the best.

The bloody best.

- A-ha.

Frank's house party.

- You haven't got the balls.

Go on.

Come on, come on!

- Eh?

- Frank!

Leave it.

It was me.

I slept with Stella.

- What are you talking about?

You haven't seen her for years.

- Harry!
- Harry, wake up!

- I knew it.

It's all going off, hurry up!

- He's gone, Harry's dead.
- No.

- Harry.
- Oh, God!

- He's dead.

- He's dead and it's
down to you.

- Oh, no, I like old Harry.

No, he's just asleep.

- He was old!

You could have let him
go, I asked you to!

- Oh, just shut up, will you?

- It was you.

You killed him, you,
you're dead!

- He shot somebody.

- Sir, a weapon has
been discharged.

Sir, I'm waiting for an order.

- I...
- Sir, it's time.

We have to go in,
all right, sir?

- Okay.
- Okay.

We're in
green state, go, go, go!

Kill the power inside.

- Just give me another
reason, eh?

- No, Kieron, no!
- Oh, God! No!

- Eagle team moving
down the corridor.

- Stay down, Lesley!

- Kieron, please talk
to me, talk to me.

- Hostage two down.

Where's the gunman?

Medic!

- I'm scared, Les,
I'm scared, Les.

- Where is he?

- Stay down, Lesley.

- Don't shoot, don't
shoot me, lad!

- Where is he, where's
the gunman?

- There, they've gone
down to the cellar!

- Cellar, Check the cellar.

- Please do something!

- I'm scared, Les.

- It's all right.

- Hostage four sighted and down.

- Kieron, you're gonna
be all right.

- He's dead.

- Kieron.

It's all right, I'm
here, I'm here, Kieron.

You're gonna be all right.

Kieron.

Kieron!

- Baxter!

Are we clear at the back?

- Kitchen area clear.

- Everybody in that corner
now, go on, move, move!

- It's locked from the inside.

- Leave that.

- Well done, Frank.

How are you going to
get out of here?

Tunnel?

- You all right?

- Champion.

Sunday nights are
usually so boring.

You?

- Fit as a butcher's dog.

I've been screamed
at, threatened,

smashed in the face with a
pistol and punched in the belly.

- Ah, just another
day at the office.

Any ideas?

- We could revert to plan B.

- Which is what?

- I can't remember.

Mind you, with General
Custer in charge,

I think it's down to
thee and me, lad.

- I don't see the problem.

We could smash that
door in seconds.

- And then what?

He's at the bottom looking up.

My men can only get through
one at a time.

It would be like shooting
fish in a barrel.

- Come on, we have superior
fire power.

- We can't bring it to bear.

Even if we could, we might
hit one of the hostages.

It would be a massacre, sir.

- Sir.

- Not now, Novello.

- But, sir, it's about
Mr Dalziel--

- DC Novello, you're
in the way here.

Please go outside.

Just can't stand here
and do nothing.

That isn't an option.

- You okay, Stella?

- Kieron was only a lad.

We'll never get out
of here, Andy.

Who's going to look
after Freddie?

- We are going to
get out of here.

And when we do...

- Kind of feel like I've
been here before, Frank.

Little dark place underneath
the world, mayhem up above.

Thinking I'm not
going to survive.

Only last time, you got me out.

- Yeah?

Well, you were my
mate, weren't you?

I thought I was yours.

- Get over there, get
over there, move.

- Did you get much
of a look at him?

- Couple of seconds.

- Well, it's not long, is it?

- Sarge, I know what I saw.

Raymond just won't listen.

- He's Freddie's
father, isn't he?

- I don't know.

- Oh, look, just for once in
your life, tell me the truth.

It might be your last chance.

- It was when I came to
stay after Anne left me.

I was lower than I've ever
been in my whole life, Frank.

Stella found me, crying
like a baby.

Put her arms around me.

It was human comfort, Frank.

- So, he's the father.

- I don't know.

I slept with him once,

I slept with you loads,

so probably not,
but I don't know.

- Then why did you say it?

- Because sometimes
that's what I feel.

But I don't know.

- Does it matter, Frank?

- Does it matter?

- You brought him up,
cared for him, loved him.

To him you're still his dad.

- But that's just
it, I'm not, am I?

How can I look at him, think
of him and say he's mine?

There is nothing of
me in that boy.

- He loves you, Frank!

- And you're telling
me it doesn't matter?

- You know what I meant.

- You've dumped on our
friendship big time.

But it's not important.

What is important is
that you robbed me

of the only thing that's
ever been...

Precious.

How will I go on?

How can I let you live?

- I'm sorry, Frank.

That's not enough.

- Don't do this, Frank.

- You're going to
execute me, Frank?

- What else could I do, eh?

After all this?

What else can I do?

- You think I'm desperate
to live?

I stopped living years ago, boy.

Maybe you should have
done us all a favor

and left me on that ship.

- Maybe.

- Go on, get out, get out!

- Get out.

- Frank's got the key!

It doesn't matter, I've
got the gun, come on!

- We have to go in now.

- Okay.
- Sledgehammers.

- Stella, come on.
- Nye!

- Clear!

- Hold your fire!

- No!
- Andy!

Medics!

- Andy?