All language subtitles for Ashes.To.Ashes.2x08.PDTV.XviD-FoV

Operation Rose.

- What is it?
- Is coming.

The Doctor got the bullet out.
You're going to be OK.

You know about Operation Rose.
May be your exit route.

The bullet's out! Time to go home.

DCI Hunt? PC Summers.

Hello, Alex.
What the hell are you doing?

Just as I'm about to get out,
you show up.

- Seems like a good lad.
- He's dangerous, is what he is.

Somebody in this room

misappropriated a vital piece
of evidence, jeopardising the entire case.

The site manager's Michael Lafferty.

This... Isn't on the map.
What's in it?

Something Lafferty was
prepared to kill for.

That'd do it.

I haven't the
faintest idea what you're talking...

You're behind the disappearance
of a damn good police officer.

- What are we doing?
- Waiting.

- What for?
- A traitor.

Detective Constable Christopher
Skelton made a mistake
he deeply regrets.

Shaz, I am so sorry.

You are not the only you
in this world.

Martin Summers.

You can't do this,
you can't change history.

What have you done?
Are you going to sort this mess out?

You can't go home until you do.

No, I'm going back
and you can't stop me.

Alex And The 'Orrible Awful 'Eadache.

You'd better be sitting
comfortably or there'll be tears.

"Alex Drake loved brains.

She loved the way they controlled
your arms and your legs.

"Made you hungry and thirsty.

"She loved that these balls of
wrinkly sponge

could be filled with
all our dreams, hopes and fears."

This is fantastic.

Bloody brilliant, Guv,
another childhood memory ruined!

Is there any flaming action in this?

"Ever since she was a kid,
Alex had wanted to study brains..."

Tell me about the blag, Doyle!

I know it's coming.
So start RUDDY TALKING!!

Right!

Willie Rushton. Kenneth Williams...
I loved Kenneth Williams!

Could have been anyone...
Shut your gob!

Or I'll come round your houses
and stamp on all your toys.

Right, sick it all up for me, Doyle.
When? Where? How? TELL ME!!

"When Alex grew up she became a
policewoman..." Police officer.

"Or Plonk, as her
friends called her.

"But she never gave up her love of
brains

- so she studied something called 'psychiatry'..."
- Psychology.

"Now, this wouldn't help her become a
better Plonk,

but in her own little
girly way it made her very happy..."

Right, think that's enough of that, don't you?

"And then one day, Alex met Pete..."

"Alex and Pete fell in love,
and they had a daughter, Molly..."

You know, I'm going to
chuck if this lot carries on.

Who were the guns for?
Who did you sell them to?

You better change your
mind tomorrow, Doyle.

"And Alex was, of course,

"a brilliant mum..."

Was I, though?

"Until the 'eadache."

"The 'orrible awful 'eadache."

"It was 'orrible..."

"It was awful..."

Alex, this is Samuel Gerard.
I'm your surgeon.

Surgeon... That's good.
That's very good.

We managed to stop the
bleeding in your brain.

But there's an infection.
A rather nasty infection...

Now I need you to listen, Alex,

because I know your periphery
senses are returning.

We're administering
these super-antibiotics.

And they're very strong.
Fifty ml is the limit. OK?

So you've got to fight this infection.
Show us how strong you are.

Then what?

It's kill or cure time, Alex.

Fifty ml and it's over.

My name is Alex Drake.

I've been shot and that
bullet's taken me back in time.

Now I'm lost in 1982,

and all I can do is fight,
and search, and stay alive.

Because, somehow,
I will find a way home.

***

Guilty conscience?
You covered up a murder, Alex.

That young Bobby had his
whole life ahead of him.

As crimes go,

- it's biggie.
- Clock's ticking.

I've got until 50 ml to beat
the infection that's killing me.

That's you by the way.

You think I'm the rot?
That's ironic.

- Then I'm going home.
- If you're strong enough.

I'll stop you and then
I'll be strong enough.

Well, you haven't done
a good job of it so far.

See?

I'm one step ahead of you,
Alex, all the time.

You see, I understand you.

Why you make these tapes.

The private agonies of someone trying
to figure out the meaning of life.

Or death. I am going home.

Do you really want to go "home"
that badly?

I'm in the room next to you. We
share nurses. I hear them talking.

You've only said one word
since you came to the hospital.

Just the one. "Gene".

No great surprise, is it?

This world,

it's a maze...
he's the one constant.

But you lie to him, too.
What if you told him the truth,

what you've done,
how you buried that body?

Would he be a constant then? Alex!

- I am in control!
- No.

I knew there was a reason
I came here, I knew it
the moment I arrived.

And to stop me, you need to
find out what it is quickly,

because, as you say, the clock

is ticking.

Good luck.

Chris?

I can't go back.

Yes, you can. Walk in with me.
Come on.

No, Ma'am, you don't get it.

That way you're looking at me. That's how they
look at Kurt Russell when they think he's the Thing in,

...well, in The Thing.

When they think he's a monster
on the inside. I can't take that.

Come on, it'll be all right.

What's this? It was like
that when we got in, ma'am.

What can I do to help, Ray? Why
don't you sit tight for now, yeah?

Maybe we should have some lunch
today. Yeah, if I'm not too busy.

Of course, yeah.
Only if you're not too busy.

Because I need to phone my mum
about the flowers.

Flowers?

Is there much point now?

You OK?

You look drawn.

Yeah, got a bit of a headache, Shaz.

I'll get you something.

Thanks.

1981.

I came back to 1981 for a specific
reason, to see my parents, right?

OK.

And he came back to '82 because
this year is important to him. Why?

Right, shake a leg, you lot.

It appears that every snout and
grass in town has gone to ground.

Something big is about to happen
and I want my team ahead of the game.

Robbery, Guv? Armed and dangerous.
And it's just gotten worse.

You know that snout I went to
see, Rock Salmon Doyle?

According to the girl who
works with him, he's as dead
as one of his own haddock.

Not you.

When we hauled those guns in
from the building site
we upset a tasty little plan.

Rock Salmon supplies shooters
and the underworld needed
to replace 'em, fast.

Doyle wanted to talk about it and
when I got here he'd gone schtum.

We had words thereafter.

Chip oil. The vat must've spilt.

Aww. I missed my brekkie.
I'm starved.

Yeah, you look
like you're wasting away(!)

Stinking bastard pig filth!
You killed him!

Would you calm down? Don't you read the news?
We only kill people in custody.

You lousy rotten bastard scum!

All right, that's enough
now, that's enough...

You, keep an eye out here.

Carley, whatever you tell
us it won't implicate you.
You're not under arrest.

What happened to Doyle?

It was a really big job.
He was really excited.

Then, he found out more
and he got so scared...

Who'd he move the guns on to?

I don't know!
What makes you think he's dead?

So where's his left hand?

Oh, no, they tortured him.
His second battering of the night.

Don't think that was the
only thing they cut off.

You are pulling my todger...
Well, he's not pulling his!

Come here, you beauty.

If you're looking
for some, forget it.

This is all they had frying.

What?

Oh, come on Ray. Taking one bite out
of a deep-fried penis

doesn't make you a bad person.

You must feel like
a right sucker, mate.

What you having for lunch today,
Ray? Meat and two veg?

Gives a whole new meaning to
eating someone else's packed lunch.

In my office, Lady Bols.

This is DCI John Carnegie,
Fenchurch West.

- You all right? You look sick.
- Yeah, I'm fine.

She's just seen a man's tackle
turned into a fish supper.

It's an infection.

Small dose of the
clap? Or the full round of applause?

Yeah, it's third-stage VD, Guv.

I'm an aggressively promiscuous
nymphomaniac, you know that.

Good for you.
OK, so sadly

a young bobby from our
district, PC Martin Summers...

Well, his body was found
on Lafferty's building site
this morning.

Drake?

Would you like to know how he died
or should we mime something?

Yes, of course, I'm sorry.
How did he, er...?

He was shot. .22 calibre.
Lafferty's been charged
with murder already.

Summers must've come across him
and got bumped for his troubles.

Summers was a nice lad.

Make it stick. We'd appreciate it.

You know me, Carnegie. Nobody gets
away. Especially not cop killers.

PC Summers...he was a good officer.

I underestimated him,
that was my mistake.

That was my fault.
That was my fault.

Right. Well...

I know the way out.

I wish I did.

Big night on the gin slings?

Lafferty did not kill PC Summers.
It was...

- It was a bent copper.
- No, it was Lafferty. His M.O.

No, it was a bent copper
and I have to stop him.

Right now we need to find out
where Doyle's guns went
and who they were for.

There's a major blag going on
and I wanna nab it, Drakey.

- The Summers case can wait.
- I have to stop this infection.

Time's running out for me.
Time's running out for moi.

That's French. Sorry.
I'm under pressure.

Doyle is dead.

And I want these bastards
who are planning this.

You got the DTs?

You want to pour yourself a large
scotch, that should sort you out.

Could do with something stiff
inside you.

Ray...

You know, this used to be the gents.

What is this, France?

Now listen, the guv's
focused on this robbery, OK.

But you and I can still keep
a few plates spinning.

I need you, Chris, and Shaz working
as closely as possible with me.

Cos we're mugs.

I prefer "a coalition of the
willing". Like I said, mugs.

I need you to find out about PC
Martin Summers.

Where he drank, where he lived,
friends, enemies, everything.

Look, what's all this in aid of?

It's in aid of finding answers.
Summers shouldn't be dead.

Nah, he's a young man,
it's terrible... No, Ray,
he shouldn't be dead.

He doesn't die in 1982, but this
year was critical in his life.

Something happens to Summers
in this time. Something
really significant, it has to.

Yeah, he gets killed.

The Guv wants all eyes
front and centre on this blag.

Flamin' Nora. You know what
the biggest crime of all is?

That I'll never want to
eat a sausage ever again.

Oh, Ray. It was a sausage.

Rock Salmon's willy-winky was stuffed in his
pocket. They've been having you on.

Evil bastards!

Just find out everything you can
about PC Summers.

Do you want me to use the network?
You know, The Lodge.

Ray, the person behind this
is IN the bloody Lodge!

He's got a whole web of
officers working for him.

Break the web and we break him.

Guv, this woman wants you.

- Can I help you, love?
- Erm... I don't know...

Well,
don't be put off by my aftershave.
Underneath I'm a very nice man.

No... I'll leave it.

What was all that about? Dunno.

Some jokes, they just aren't funny.

- Thanks, Shaz.
- What's that pong?

There was chip oil over the floor.
It's on our shoes.

Charlie-Victor be advised.

Infection still virulent,
dose up to 18 ml...

- No, Shaz, please!
- Sorry, Ma'am, I'll just turn it off...

What did it say? What was it, 18?

I don't know. I wasn't listening.

Guv, dabs off Doyle's body.

Bruise marks on Doyle's arm.
Killer was wearing gloves.

Look at the size of his hand!
Big Daddy Splash or what?!

It's Tiny Tim Rivens.
Six foot two, brick shithouse.

Would somebody get some Shake 'n'
Vac? I can still smell that batter!

I told you, it's on our shoes...

Guv, I've got an idea.
If it pays off,

I get to go
after Summers' killer, yeah?

CID, Mr Rivens.

Did you cut up
Rock Salmon Doyle last night?

Come on, we can keep a secret.

I was helping my kid sis here
build a rabbit hutch.

So you weren't at Doyle's chip shop?

These are very clean. Have they just been scrubbed?
That's very good.

- I thought she was going to bake a cake.
- Water won't wash off chip fat.

I don't know what you're
on about. Those boots
have got motor oil on 'em.

If that isn't chip fat
then I'm Liberace's love-child.

You're nicked.

I'll burn her!

Where you gonna go, Cuba?

Come on, tiger. Easy.

Right.

I've done my bit.

I'm after Summers.

That's why you came to see me,
to tell me about your brother?

Maybe... I dunno.

Dunno what to do any more..
I've had it.

Right, I'll get one of my officers
to drive you. I wanna ride with you.

They found this at
Tiny's place an' all.

It's like one of the things
they use to weigh baby elephants
in Animal Magic.

It's got metal strips
running through it
to reinforce it.

Thanks, Skip. If we find any baby
elephants then we're sorted.

Probably a tool-bag.

Career blagger like Tiny isn't gonna
leave incriminating stuff about.

Yeah, you just do your job
and be grateful you're still...

Go on, say it.
Be grateful I'm still here?

All right, Guv.

So, tell me about your brother.

He's an evil bastard.
He's pulling a job.

He is pulling a job.
You don't remember me, do you?

I meet a lot of gangsters'
families, sweetheart.

Yes, he's pulling a job.
I don't know what
but it's planned for tomorrow.

Thank you. Stick around.

I ain't going anywhere.

Guv! Time's running out
for me here. I need...
Time's running out for me an' all.

According to the sister, this
blag's going off within 24 hours.

- Come on, Inspector...
- Guv, I can't.

I need to stay focused.
I have to stop Summers...

- Summers? Summers is dead.
- No, I mean...

What do you mean?
What is getting to you, Drake?

Nothing.

Focus on this case.

Doyle gets you the guns for a blag.
Then he gets scared and calls us.

You torture him to find out what
he blabbed, then you top him.

- You tortured him first.
- I don't torture, I interrogate. Like now.

When's it happening?
Where's the hit? Who's the gang?

I should tell you, Mr Hunt,
I'm into bondage and
you're giving me a stiffy.

Just give us some bloody names!

Tough nuts are supposed to
be your forte.

You crack him.
I'll get on with his sister.

He's buckling under your
technique. Keep going...

Just stay in this room.

You basically live here, don't you?

Shaver in your office.

These men.
Seen them with your brother recently?

No.

Take a good look.

You know, we met about a year ago.

The Gatepost pub.
My cousin's birthday party.

- You turned up to arrest him.
- No recollection. Photos...

You were about eight times
over the limit.

You kissed me. Said it was
the only way to shut me up.

- Did it work?
- No.

No. Maybe you didn't
kiss me for long enough.

Go away. I'm not talking to you.

Just don't call me.

D'you think I should bother
the guv now with this name
from Tiny's place?

Is this enough to mean anything?

Just go in, Ray. Of course it means something.
Show some bloody initiative.

Oi! Mr High and Mighty.

The last
thing I need is a lecture from
you on good policing, all right?!

Sod this.

I don't have to put up with
this for the rest of my life.

Chris, please... Ray, say something!

Don't nick all the pens
on your way out.

I'm sorry, love. He's a twonk.

I'm a twonk.

He doesn't tell me anything,
and I'm too smart to ask. You know that.

Why did I bring you here?

Because I swooned.

And I think you've got a soft spot
for damsels in distress.

I love your hands.

You don't give much away, do you?
You hide it all behind
those pretty eyes.

Do not talk soft in my office.

Does that DI of yours
notice those eyes?

Little too in love with herself.
Well, I noticed them.

Moment I saw you in the Gatepost...

I can't do this.

- It feels stupid.
It does, doesn't it?

Tiny always said that if he
got nicked, I was to get in
with the senior officer...

Go on... And...

Flash your boobs,
metaphorically speaking?

Well, if it's any consolation,
I was fooled for about the first two seconds.

- What gave it away?
- It's not your fault.

It's just that beautiful women don't
do that with me.

- Beautiful women?
- Yeah.

Your brother did this to Rock
Salmon.

I don't get involved
with his work, really.

I swear. But I'll tell
you this, Mr Hunt,

Tiny is as nervous as
I've known him about a job.

Now, I really don't know
anything else.

Then we're done.

Right. Which side looks empty
and which side looks full?

What?

There's no wrong answer -
don't be afraid. Which side
has the void?

That one. Empty.

Now, first thing that
comes into your head. Bath-tub.

I'm not going to...

Come on. Be a man.
Play the game. Bath-tub.

Bubbles. Bicycle.

- Girl.
- Chestnut.

- Bonfire.
- Stockings.

- You.
- Ice cream.

- Sundays.
- Funfair.

- Candy-floss.
- Gun.

- Cornflakes.
- Death.

- Weekdays.
- Rose.

- Coppers.
- Rose.

- You already done that.
- Rose.

- You already done that.
- Think of something else!

- I said coppers.
- Come on, think of something else.

COPPERS! ROSE COPPERS! ROSE COPPERS!

Can't think of
anything else, can you? Piss off!

Why kill a grass so close
to an armed robbery?

Why bring that much heat on yourself?

Because you were ordered to
by some very serious people.

I've got it!
Your blag, it's being set up
by police officers. Tiny told me...

Well, his sub-conscious revealed
it to me during a state of anxiety.

It's Operation Rose.
It's this robbery!

That's what Mac
was going on about when he died.

So bent coppers are going to pull
off a blag.

That means when we
nicked Lafferty, we took their guns.

Yeah, and they got some
more from Rock Salmon Doyle.

-Excellent! A breakthrough!
Thank you Bols.

Thank you.

Keep at him with the old psychology.

Guv?

That's exactly what it is.

Guv, we got this name
from Tiny Tim's place.

King Dong Job?
Yeah, King Dong. You know?

Coloured porn star with
a big massive...

Black porn
star with the massive...

Oh, he's a chocolate lad
with a great whopping knob.
Could this be code?

Or our bent coppers are making
a bluey starring Daley Thompson.

I would pay good money to see that.
So would I.

You couple of pervs. Bolly, Raymondo,
go and talk to Tim about King Dong.

"My name's Alex Drake.
November 10th, Gene Hunt.

"Always that man.
What is he, ally or enemy?"

King Dong. Eh?

King Dong.

I want you to tell us
what that name means to you.

Charge me if you're going to.

But don't move me. Keep me in
the cells here. Can you do that?

Why? Are you scared
these coppers might reach you
if we put you out on remand?

You don't get it!

They've got it
all under control and nobody can
stop 'em.

You can't trust anyone!

"Why have I pitched up in his world?

"Any minute now I could be dead.
And if he finds me out,
what would he do?"

"What would he do to me if he knew
the truth?

I have to fight.
I have to fight him"

"What does Gene Hunt represent?
Oh, God, I've got to get out
of here.

"I have to get away from him."

"I hate this place".

"Maybe Summers can help.
But Hunt must never know."

Tiny doesn't know anything about
King Dong. But he's scared, Guv.

He says the rot runs
to the top and they are everywhere.

Trust no-one.

Yeah, trust.

Tricky thing to come by.

Why am I a threat to you?

I don't follow...

Where the hell did you get that?

It was on my desk.

He left it for you, didn't he?

Who would that be?

It's very complicated, Guv.
It's very difficult to explain.

You're analysing yourself now?

You love it, don't you,
the sound of your own voice?

Is that what you do of a night?
Sit at home and talk into a machine,

working out ways
of bringing me down? No.

No. You have to believe
I'm on your side.

Oh, I want to believe you.

But you've got to tell me the
God's-honest truth about yourself.

Time is running out for me here...
Yes, it is.

You know, I look around,
I see Chris taking bungs.

The grave of my old boss,
bent as a farthing. And I, um...

I feel adrift.

You talk to me, Alex.

If I mean anything to you at all...

I'm from the future.

I was shot.

And I woke up here, with you.

Just like Sam Tyler,
only this is MY reality.

And I am fighting not to die.
Because if I die,
I will never get home.

And it's insane, but there it is.

And I trust you, which is why
I'm telling you the truth.

Guv?

I ask for the truth
and you piss in my face.

No... No, no, no, no, no...
Please, please don't do this...

I'm telling you the truth.

I thought it was all in my head.

But Summers, Summers is here, too.
And he's from the future.

I saw him,
I saw him, he shot his younger self.

He's behind Operation Rose, and I

don't know why, but I do know
I have to stop him.

Get out of my sight, Inspector.

Ma'am?

I think they got in touch
with Chris again.

The Operation Rose people? He took
a call earlier...

Where is he, Shaz?

Chris?

Go away.
Chris, they called you didn't they?

They still think you're with them.
Well, I'm not! OK? I'm NOT!

Where did the call come from?
Another police station, I think.

Just leave me alone, please.
Chris, please.

It was a horrible shock but... I'm
not ashamed of you, Chris. I'm proud
of you.

How can you possibly be proud of me?

Because you care when you get
it wrong.

It matters to you.
That takes something special.

I love you for that. D'you hear me?
I love you.

Do you?
Course I do, you 'narna.

Now, I got a
wedding dress fitting tomorrow.

Am I going to it? Am I, Christopher?

Well, this is lovely. Erm...

Chris?,

Chris?

Oh, yeah, they want to meet with me.

In one hour.
Right. You have to do it.

What you playing at Tiny? Tiny!

Tiny! Is it a heart-attack?

Call an ambulance! NOW!! Tiny!

I hope he'll be all right.

He wouldn't do anything stupid,
would he?

Right, get in!

Shit!

Fighting for his life in hospital.
Could be strychnine poisoning.

Any police officer's got access
to the kitchen. What is this,
Smiley's People?!

Maybe he smuggled it in himself?

Commit suicide?
He's Tiny Tim Rivens not Rommell!

Somebody's tying us in
knots here, Raymondo.

I should never let Drake out of my
sight.

Drake? She's a pain in the arse
but she's our pain in the arse.

She
hates this place. She hates me.

But she's not bent. I don't know
what she is. Nothing's making sense.

Well, when that happens the best
thing is just to get pissed.

Jenette?

Jenette?

Mr Hunt.

Your brother's been taken ill.

What with?

It looks like poisoning. He's
fighting for his life.

But he's in custody? Can you
not even protect him in there?!

Oh, my God... They got to him...

They got to him,
they'll come for me...

If they can do Tiny, they'll
come for me! They'll kill me!

What am I gonna do?!
Look, Jenette...

Look, I know. I was stupid coming
on to you like some tart...

Well, as tarts go, you were great.

I'm so scared...
They will come for me.

Well, they'll have
to get through me first. Come on.

Chris! You all right?
What happened?

Three of 'em. Wearing beanies and
masks. They want to use me on a blag.

So they were coppers?

I'm to patrol
in a jam-sandwich tomorrow afternoon. Radio open.

When I get the call-sign
Oscar Papa Romeo, I'm to tell control

that I'm on it and proceed to the
given address.

Oscar Papa Romeo. It's
Operation Rose. What's the address?

I won't get it till the last minute.

But you took the job?
Good, nice work. Well done.

Thought I was gonna get whacked.
Oh, Chris...I love you.

You're only human. Oh,
and Ma'am, I know what the job is.

Which bank? It's not a bank.

I knew Tiny was
caught up in something with..

bent coppers.
He was scared from the start.

But the money was gonna be sky-high.

There's no-one you
can trust, is there? Funny thing,
trust.

Am I wrong to trust you?

Guv...

I'm busy.

I know you don't wanna hear this,
but I think heard her
name being mentioned.

She's my DI. But can you trust her?

Sulk over then? As long as this shit
stops now.

Fair enough.

Chris made a real breakthrough today
on Operation Rose.

He was brilliant.

So I guess that calls for a serious
drink.

Luigi? Bottle of your finest.

That would be the Dolcetto 77;
8.50 pounds.

Eight quid? I want the bloody bottle
not the vineyard!

Then you can have
the house.

It's the best house in the house!

I give you the Dolcetto
for three quid. Now you're talking.

You can also have my television,
stereo, restaurant,

shirt off my back, my testicoli on
a silver plate?

Why not Luigi?

I told you to get out of my sight.

You need to know this.

CID business.
Why don't you go find a tapas bar?

She's with me.
This is serious.

Do I appear to be laughing?

It's OK.
I'll be OK. I think you should stay.

I feel much better really. I'll
go straight to my friend's house.

Right, here, take a taxi.
Don't stop for anything.

Thanks. And remember
what I said. Be careful.

Right, the station... No. Here.

Why don't you listen to me for a
minute?

When I can believe
what you say!

Guv... We've had it skulking
about and being three
weeks behind these bastards.

If she's got a plan, then let's just
give her the benefit, eh?

Chris risked his life tonight Guv.
You owe him that much.

Chris?

DC Skelton
has made a very important discovery.

Don't tell me, turns out we're not
descended from monkeys after all. Except him.

Tomorrow's blag,
it's a bullion job. Gold? They
wouldn't dare.

Brinks Mat? Who?

I'm telling you,
they're gonna hit the gold truck.

No. Too audacious.

What about these?

Reinforced to carry extra weight?
Look,

they allow a genuine robbery to take place
on the truck.

Then, when the
blaggers are in possession of the gold,

the bent coppers will
come in and raid the raiders.

Raiders Of The Lost Blag.

If they're caught for any reason,
it'll just look like an arrest.

Who's the ring-leader?

No idea, Guv.
But as soon as it's radioed through,

I'm the first on
scene. I screw up the scene of crime

and send false directions to
pursuing vehicles.

Brilliant.

And, of course, despicable.
Where they gonna do the hit?

Gold lorries take different routes
for security.

They won't even tell us.
We got that note from Tiny's.

"King
Dong Job"? How's that gonna help?

They gonna take a
short-cut through a dildo factory?

Shaz has been doing some digging...

Yeah, there's actually only
three routes they can take.

So which one they gonna take
tomorrow? We dunno.

Hang on a minute.

Inspector, you are trying my patience

beyond its normal generous limits.

Only one of those routes goes east.

I remember this, I studied
this heist at Hendon. It's 1982!

That's why this year's so important
to Summers!

Summers?! What the bloody hell...?

It's not King Dong on that piece
of paper, it's King Doug.

King Douglas Lane.

It's east
of the bullion depot. I studied it.

I can't remember anything about
it, but that is where they'll hit!
And we can stop Summers!

Summers is dead!
No, the other Summers!

What other Summers?

There's another
Summers.

I had to get my head around
it and so do you.

I'm trying to get my head round your
connection to this

because
it's chilling me to my bones.

Guv, I am handing you
a collar on a plate!

I've heard you on that tape, asking

"Should I fight Gene Hunt?"

Summers wanted you to hear that
tape! He wants to drive
a wedge between us!

What, the other Summers?
The one from the BLOODY FUTURE?!!

First Sam Tyler, now you. Why do I
always attract the liars and the
weirdoes?

The bullion truck is
scheduled for 11 o'clock
tomorrow morning.

Somehow it will be
diverted to King Douglas Lane.

Now the clock is ticking, Guv.
And we have to bring Summers down.

I'm formally suspending you.

You can't do that.

Me organ grinder,
you monkey. Give.

I really thought you and me...

I thought we were the ones, we had a
connection.

We do.

You can't tell me the truth.

I did.

I know you can't
possibly comprehend it, but I did.

You know, it's just struck me
how truly cold you are, Drake.

You told me once you had a daughter.

But you don't phone
her, you never talk about her.

Never try to see her...

I'm doing this without you!

And you dare to get in my way,
I swear to God I will kill you.

The fever's bad, Alex.
Very bad.

I've heard them talking.

No improvement, eh?

Look at us, a couple of desperate
cases...

Now you've lost your lifeline. Your
"constant", your Gene Hunt.

No... No. He'll come round.

He knows he can trust me.

He cares about me.

You're sure?

You're alone, Alex.

It's over.

No.

How many nights you
spend here on your tod?

Front desk was making coffee.

Ain't Fort Apache, this, really.

You like westerns? Love 'em.

Wayne, Stewart, Cooper or Eastwood?
It's important.

Wayne for the machismo.

Stewart for the warmth.

Cooper for the romance.

Eastwood for mystery.

Above all? Gary Cooper.

Me too.

Not
for the romance? No, not for the
romance.

Not against a bit of
romance though are you?

What do you want from me Jenette?

You have to ask?

I like to
think I don't scare easily.

But, I'm lonely, Gene,

and I just
think if you admit the same then
maybe we...

Guv, the bricks are in the van.
Over.

'Right, stay with 'em until
Maybridge Road.'

Before they turn
into the High Street. Copy that.

you can't be seen out here.

Guv says if you come within two
miles of the bullion route, he'll
have you nicked!

Don't worry about me, how you doing?

I'm.. I-I'm fine. Shaz is a bag of nerves

I made her go to her dress-fitting.

She's taken a radio, in case...
Shit!

You can't tell which ones are bent
and which aren't.

You're knackered
either way.

Sit right until you get the nod.
Roger that.

Cheers, Chris.

All units, I
have eyeball on the bricks.

'Clearing Gorton Road, heading
toward Maybridge Road. That'll take
them to the High Street.'

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King Douglas? Bloody rubbish.
They'll hit 'em in the High Street.

Listen up, this is the Quattro.

They'll either hit the bullion in
Maybridge or the High Street.

Under starter's orders.

We're in the
sweet spot boys.

I love the sweet spot.
Do you love the sweet spot?

Yes, Guv.

Bastard!

'Guv? It's Viv at base. We've got
reports of a fire in the High Street.'

A fire...

'Fire? What sort of fire?'

Yeah, there was a fire.

I'm not sure but I think..
I think it's the florists.

Yes, it's the florists. There's
already officers at the scene

and they're blocking
it off, re-directing traffic.

What are the bricks doing?

Somebody talk to me.
'What are the bloody bricks doing?'

Hang on, Guv, they're getting
re-directed.

Bullion van's
on it's way.

They're taking the van on the
back streets.

Drake was right.
It's King Douglas Lane.

Yes, yes, I bloody well was.

Diversion, you'll have to back up.

You are joking, aren't you?

Just hold off, just hold off. I need
more time.

Get out!

Bullet-proof my arse!

This'll rip your face off! You, with
me.

Open the door or I'll blow your
brains out.

'Oscar-Papa Romeo. Oscar-Papa Romeo.
Incident in King Douglas Lane.'

'Any units?'
Roger that, Oscar-Papa Romeo.

'You know what to do, son.'

Proceeding to King Douglas Lane.

Shitting myself, but
proceeding to King Douglas Lane.

Ray. 'Guv?'

Hang back.

Let the blaggers have their fun.

We
need to nail those bastard
coppers as well!

Yes, OK Guv. We're parking up
and following on foot.

Down on the bloody floor.

Whoa, whoa, OK, OK.

Move it!

Don't move, don't you dare move!

Bastard, bastard.

Stay there, stay there!

Quick, down.

Come on, leave it.

It's the old bill!

Don't move!

Police! On the ground!

He's here, I've got him.

That's it they're all done.
Come on, move this!

Come on.

Radio base. Tell them officers are
already on the scene

and no
need to send back-up. Sir.

It'll give us more time than we need.

Ah, yes, this brings me back.

Who are you? Police.

Thank God!

Bastard!

Come on.

You're not happy, are you, son?

Neither was I, and wasn't even
involved.

Just a spotty kid asked to turn a
blind eye.

It'll hurt, you know.

The guilt.

It'll hurt like a bitch.
I should know.

I bid you and your
conscience adieu.

You tell them we're headed that way.

Carnegie, you've just been
Quattroed!

This doesn't bode well for future
career prospects with the
Met, eh, Chief Inspector?

Don't move! Don't move! Put your
weapons down!

We're police! It's all right, mate,
we're police officers...

And that's why you get one of these.

Stop! Police! Proper police!

How you doing, baby? Not too bad
lover.

You're nicked.

November '82. The King Douglas job.

There you go. Good girl.

There was no mention of any bent
coppers...

The Met covered it up.

Carnegie
got away. The first time.

And you saw it all, back then?
A young PC...

They paid me off. And all this
was...about putting things right.

You wanted them to be caught. When I
joined the force, I believed, Alex.

They took that away from me.

When I saw you couldn't be
corrupted, I knew
you'd uncover Rose.

Police.

Drop it.

I will shoot.

I know.

Who is it? He's...

He's a copper.

A sick DI.

I messed up.
I'm sorry.

Are you?
Yeah.

I'm scared!

Do you remember a young copper

ready to put the world to rights?
Spick and span, very proud.

Do you remember that? Yes!

Hold that thought. It's a good 'un.

It is...

Come on, come on,

he's dead, it's
over, it's over.

Just let me go.
Just let me go home.

I don't believe this!
Where's my bleedin' money?

You're on your own, Jenette.

Whatever he offered you to get
between us... It was a lie.

It's over, love.

Let her go.

'Fifty mils administered.'

Just do it!

Bolly...

Looks like 50 mils just about did
the trick.

Mr Gerard will be delighted.

You may not feel it but
you're lucky.

The bullet didn't penetrate.

They stopped the bleeding and you
fought off that infection...

And now, someone's been waiting to
see you.

Mum!

I knew you wouldn't leave me.

I love you.

I love you.

Let's give your mum a bit of time
to wake up, eh, Molly?

I'll be right outside, Mum.

Such an angry man.

But in the end it was peaceful...

TV: 'You're going to catch...

'the Ninky Nonk.

'Oh, no it's the Ninky Nonk, catch
the Ninky Nonk...'

Bolly!

Bols!

Bolly!!

Bols!

Listen, I dunno
if you can hear me, Bols.

The nurses are gonna be back in a
minute, I need you to wake up.

If I
gave you a slap, would that help?

They think that I shot you.
I mean, I did shoot
you but they think that I shot you...

They're after me Bolly-kecks.
Look, I am on the ruddy lam here.

I need you to wake up, come on.
Snap out of that coma... Bolly...

I'm in a coma in '82?

No, no, no, no! I'm not.

Bolly! Bolly!!

Help me! Bolly! Bolly!

Bolly!

Bolly!

Help!

Bols! Bolly! Bolly!

Bolly!

Bols!!!

Bolly!

BOLLY!!!

BOLLY!!!

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