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TELEPHONE MESSAGE:
'Please hang up and try again...'

'Hello?'
Frankie? Frankie!

Oh, my God!
Grace, what happened?

Can you stop anyone from coming in?
There's an ambulance on its way.
Just tell them to wait outside. OK.

Grace.

SIREN WAILS THEN STOPS

I tried to get a fistful.
Is that why you called me first?

GRACE SNIGGERS
Good thinking, eh? Batman(!)

Was he waiting for you when you got
home? (Yeah.) My birthday guest(!)

You weren't expecting anyone?
No, I was supposed to be going out.

All right, I wasn't going out.

I hate birthdays, too.

Listen, Grace,
could you identify him? (Oh, no.)

Well, I've called Boyd.
Is he coming here?!

Yeah, he's on his way.
I haven't Hoovered.

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, hi. Are you all right?

Yeah, you should see the other guy.

She scratched his neck.
This bit looks like blood.

I'm sorry. It was such a nice scarf.

Hand-painted. That's the problem.

Did they get anything at the house?
No-one saw anything. One or two
think they heard a car. ..No prints?

No, and there were none
at Fr Cameron's place either.
I'd love to get my hands on him.

Yeah, "He fell as he got into the
back of our van." It's not funny.

I never said it was funny.
..Did I say it was funny?

Hang on, this looks like blood.
TELEPHONE RINGS

Yeah?

OK. ..Team talk.

Right. Jury records
on criminal trials are rarely kept.

The PRO were surprised
to find this. Wow.

Harper's list was the jury
of the Miller's Wharf trial.

Several copies must've been made.
And one found its way to Harper.

Harper may have been commissioned
to wipe out the jury
who hanged Charlie Sutton in 1964.

Someone wants to know what we know,
so I think we should be very careful.

How is Grace doing? The hospital
said there are no broken bones.
On her bloody birthday! I know.

BOYD: Ask when they'll discharge her.
OK.

How can you tell if something's
likely to explode? Is it ticking?
Specially trained dog. That's me(!)

Ah, compliments of Malcolm Finlay.

Must be... It is.
Frank Sutton's file.

Thank you, Mel.

Hi. Grace! I'm not a ghost.
Grace, are you all right? Yes.

Grace, how are you? I'm OK.

Have a seat, come on.
Sit down. Let me see.

Ooh. Ooh. I know!
You feel a fool. I didn't hear him
till he was right behind me.

Hey. Hello, Frankie. How are you?
I'm OK. Grace, how are you doing?

I'd have been OK if I'd been armed.
The Home Office is hesitating about
arming psychologists. I'm sorry.

Why? It's not your fault. Ah! He's
suffering from thwarted chivalry.
Yeah, well, he's not the only one.

Spence needs to beat somebody up.
I want to crack him with this hand.

Did I get any DNA when I scratched
him? Grace, take it easy. Go home.

Yeah, we'll get protection.
No. He won't come back.

He got what he wanted,
so let's just move on. Grace? Yeah?

Oh, what's this? It's a new scarf.
I'm afraid our mad scientist
took a piece out of the last one.

Hey! ..Only because you drew blood,
and we did get DNA. That's my girl!

Grace, what about the Harper report?

I have the original on my computer,
so no harm done. And I've a report
on the Sutton brothers. OK, thanks.

INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION

Thank you.

Frank Sutton - Charlie's brother.
Sees his brother hanged, for a crime
he believes he did not commit,

and vents his rage on the jury
by commissioning a hit man -

Peter Harper -
to assassinate them one by one.

Only, there's one small problem.

Two of the jurors died after Frank
Sutton burned to death in a fire.

But look at the Harper report.
"Compulsion to repeat."

That's a Freudian concept, adapted
by Grace, who isn't a Freudian,
but does sometimes borrow his ideas.

Harper is an assassin, because
he's conditioned to assassination.
..Actually, that isn't Freudian,

because it contradicts the theory
of repression, but I don't think
we've got time to go into that. No.

OK, in simple terms.

Harper is trained
in a military fashion.

He kills without passion,
he kills without personal anger,
and he's goal-orientated.

So he just keeps going
until he gets the job done? Yup.

Then, of course,
I have had a bang on the head.

OK, we have a funeral to go to.

I thought you wanted to know more on
Frank Sutton. I do. Who sent it you?

DCI Finlay. I think he was
planning to write his memoirs.

So he stole some intelligence files
when he left? Yeah, looks like it.

"Dominated by his elder brother."
That could be any younger brother.

Hmm, small world! What?

Surveillance of Frank Sutton's
funeral at Bethnal Green cemetery.

Harper and Sutton,
reunited in death.

Man that is born of a woman
hath but a short time to live,
and is full of misery.

He cometh up,
and is cut down like a flower.

He fleeth as it were a shadow,
and never continueth in one stage.

In the midst of life,
we are in death...

Nobody here.

Yet, Oh, Lord God most holy...
Should've been Fr Cameron.

We're glad it isn't you. Oh, thanks.
That's a very warming thought.

I'll see you in a bit.

Not an entirely wasted morning.
Like I said. Small world.

Yeah.

Boyd.

Just wait a second.

Seems like Harry Newman's friends
are dead, or they've forgotten him.

Did Newman talk about Frank Sutton?
No, he talked about Charlie Sutton.

He told you Charlie was innocent?
He said something would come out
about him, but he wouldn't say what.

I seem to remember threatening you
about withholding information.

There are legal protections
for the press.

But I don't know who killed
Harry Newman. If I did, I could
write about it. But I don't.

You've had an idea.
You've got that look.

I was thinking. When I was watching
them bury Harper under a false name,

it occurred to me that we don't know
for sure... Are you listening? Mm-hm.

We don't really know for sure who
was buried in Frank Sutton's grave.

Is this detection
by free association?

I don't want psychoanalysis. Sorry.
Two of the jurors have died or were
murdered since Frank Sutton died,

so why would Harper keep killing
when the man who hired him was dead?
Grace says it's automatic behaviour.

And you disagree? Yes. I do, yes.

You're being tactful.
That's not like you. She thinks
she's found a sensitive side to me.

Oh, and you don't want
to disillusion her?

That'd be worse than disagreeing
with her. What are you getting at?

If we wanted to know if a Sutton was
in Frank's grave, we'd need DNA. Yes.

Charlie Sutton was buried
in unconsecrated ground in prison.

Both men died unmarried,
so any offspring would be unknown,

which means we wouldn't be able
to identify them, so that leaves us
with one option. ..Spadework.

Yes.

Hi. I'm the Deputy Governor,
Andrew Wallace.
DS Boyd. This is my team.

I was thinking how you imagine these
things are in the past, but they're
never fully gone. What do you mean?

We've said we converted the cells
and the scaffold to other uses, but
we feel they're best left closed.

There'd be a wardrobe here that'd
be slid back revealing the entrance.

On the morning, these'd be opened.
The walk was very short. Mercifully.

No man may deliver his brother,
nor make agreement unto God for him.

It costs more to redeem their souls.

The last execution ever carried out
here. Charlie Sutton. I remember it.
Yeah, you couldn't get away from it.

The papers were always full of it.
I'm glad it's stopped. So are we.

These things took their toll
on the staff.

I came after abolition, but there
were stories. Sorry, I must leave.

Would there be anyone still alive
who witnessed
the execution of Charlie Sutton?

One person, obviously.
The number one.

The hangman.

Edgar Truelove.

RAPID BREATHING

What's it like in there?
Are you sure you want to know?

Yeah. They've still
got all the stuff in there.

Hi, Frankie. You finished? Yes. Good.

Mel, can you find out the number
of a man called Edgar Truelove?

Hi, this is the Metropolitan Police.
The ex-directory operator, please.

We'll get most of it up first,
and then... And then call me.

I'll call you as soon as I know
anything. ..Guys, let's go.

Yeah, this is DC Silver
of the Met Police.
My code is Alpha Zulu Papa 863.

Truelove, Edgar.

Hi. Hello. We've got a good start
on the remains from the cemetery.

Now, listen, do you want me
to rebuild the face? Go for it.
Oh, and I found this. Look.

It's a signet ring
with Frank Sutton's initials on it.

Who did you say it was?
Detective Superintendent Boyd.

Scotland Yard? Yes, Scotland Yard.
Can I tell him what it's about?

I'd rather speak to him personally.
My father doesn't get many visitors.

Could you give him this,

and tell him I'd appreciate his help
on a sensitive police matter?

Ah. Detective Superintendent.
What on earth brings you here?

It's very good of you to see us.
This is my colleague, Dr Foley.
She is a police psychologist.

Oh, what happened to you?
Long story.

Sit down, sit down.
Thank you. ..May I...? Yes.

I've never spoken to the papers,
you know. No, indeed.

I'm a relic from a bygone age,
but what's this all about?

She not been paying
her parking fines, then?

No, we investigate cold cases.

Am I a cold case? No, of course not.

We recently uncovered some evidence
about a series of murders, and
the victims were members of a jury.

I see. We're trying
to understand the motive.

The jury sat on a murder case
in 1963.

The Miller's Wharf murders.

You know that? Charles Sutton.

So you remember him?

I remember all of them.
LOUD FOOTSTEPS

I didn't know Sutton all that well.

Less than a minute,
if what I read is reliable.
Correct. Less than a minute.

But the last minute
in a man's life can be...

Significant, yes.

Yes.

So what do you want to know?
What you remember.

'I remember everything very clearly.

'I'd met over 100 men
and ten women by that time.'

Tell me, what made you think
Sutton was so special?

He pleaded not guilty to the murder
of two policemen. A guilty plea
might have got him a life sentence.

But a not-guilty plea would
lead him straight to the gallows.

And we're struggling to understand
that. And you reckon I can help?

Yes.

I want you to follow me, son.

'It's true that a man
who maintained his innocence
right up to the scaffold

'placed a heavy mental burden
on the prison authorities.'

We were trained to be fast,
and we were fast.

Except sometimes. Sometimes what?

The chaplain had a way of letting
you know if the condemned man

had something more he wanted to say.

Men have been known
to confess their guilt

at the very last second.

Even to the executioner.

You have looked into the eyes
of as many dying men as any priest.

I have, and I have always tried
to be merciful, and do my job
quickly and efficiently.

And on this occasion?

'I let precious seconds go by,

'against all my training,
and all my instincts.

'Then...'
On my eternal soul, I am innocent.

I've been set up by the police.
RAPID BREATHING

HE WHIMPERS

Stand clear!

I always thought
of the condemned man

as already dead
as soon as he set foot on the trap.

I wish I hadn't waited that morning.
You didn't believe him?

Hardened criminal?
Hated the police all his life?

Didn't believe in God,
or the hereafter?!

What better revenge
against his oldest enemy?

But perhaps I did believe him.

I'm sorry if we've raised something
you'd have preferred to just...
You don't understand, do you?

It's not that I'm responsible
for Sutton's death, because I'm not.
It's just...

I always thought of the police
as my colleagues.

And now...
What had he made me think of them?

Are we the first people to bring
this up with you in all this time?

I'll always give the same answer -
who am I to judge?

Always the same answer to whom?
Sutton's brother, for a start.

Sutton's brother, Frank?

Yes. Are you saying
that he's been in touch with you?

Yeah.

Said he wanted to prove
his brother's innocence.

I said, "You don't have
to prove anything to me, boy."

Between 5'10" and 6ft,
brownish-grey hair, slight tan.

Came and knocked on the door
and wouldn't leave till he'd spoken
to her father. Three days ago.

We both know
this isn't Frank Sutton, don't we?
Yeah, but we've got to be sure.

HE SIGHS

This man's two inches shorter
than Frank Sutton's record shows.

Oi! You'll be doing me
out of a job, Spence. Sorry.
Just being clever and nosy.

HE SNIGGERS

They're not brothers. I know.
How?! I just found out
that Frank Sutton's alive.

We don't have Frank Sutton's DNA.
Based on his brother's, a Sutton
couldn't have attacked Grace.

(Oh!)

I just need a little bit of luck.

So who is this, then?

Who is buried
in Frank Sutton's grave?

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Barker.

I've been sitting here for nearly
an hour. There's no-one in sight.

How's it going, Frank?

Know this place?

It's changed a bit.

Do you remember it?
Remember? Are you joking?

Shocks you, does it?
Nothing you tell me shocks me.

You want to bear something in mind.

Sometimes, people can give you
information that can get you killed.

Have you thought of that?
All the time. Occupational hazard.

Oh, I wouldn't be so cheery
about it if I were you.
You don't know half enough about it.

So tell me, and I'll know. Yeah, and
someone'll chop you down, and say,
"Well, look where he put his nose."

I haven't broken
any commitments to you. No...

Not yet. You want the story told.

I want...

I want more than to put money
in your pocket, believe me.

This will change everything.

No more hints, no more rumours.

The whole thing out in the open.

So how did it all happen?

It's just this way, sir.

Sir, it's just in this office,
just here.

Bloody hell.
A couple of years of my life here.

We think Frank Sutton is still alive.

Someone's still pulling your leg.
It wasn't Frank Sutton
who was buried in his grave.

You sent us material on the Suttons.
I hope it won't get me in trouble.

No, this is just between us.
There's not a lot of intelligence
on the Sutton brothers.

I thought there might've been more.
Yes, well, we weren't
so hot on records in my day.

We didn't need to keep
all these registers of informants
and God knows what.

We thought it was too dangerous.

All we had to do was to get enough
to convince the jury.

Not drown the bloody world
in paperwork.

You must be enjoying
your retirement, then. Yes, I am.

Do you remember anything
about Frank Sutton's death?
He was at the end of his tether.

He did set fire to himself,
didn't he?

We'll need to see what records the
coroner's court kept on that, sir.

This is the man who was buried
in Frank Sutton's grave.

I think you know him.

(Yes.) Laurence Murrell.

Well, the bad blood between those
two families went back forever.

So, Frank Sutton killed
Laurence Murrell and escaped.

It's funny. We always wondered
if it wasn't the other way around.

That Laurence Murrell disappeared
in order to evade responsibility
for Frank Sutton's death.

So you thought that Frank Sutton
might not have committed suicide?
I didn't give a toss either way.

Has anyone tried to contact you?
Anyone you weren't sure about?
Anonymous phone calls for example?

As you said,
I am enjoying my retirement.

Undisturbed. Or it was.

If Frank Sutton is back in London,
he might've got you in his sights.

You might remember something
about me. Er... What's that?

I wasn't afraid of the Suttons
when they were alive.

I am certainly not afraid of them
now that they are dead.

There used to be a fishmonger round
the corner. Now it's a hair salon.
Would you credit it?

Why should you believe
one word I tell you?

I haven't disbelieved you so far.
Since you first called me.
Your book gets a fraction of it.

..You and your brother
once owned The Struggler.

Our dad was the licensee.
We never owned it.

Our mum tried to run it
single-handed after he died.

But the Murrells fancied it,
didn't they?

What?

I've been pursuing
my own line of inquiry.

Well, that's very good, Mel(!)

When Grace was attacked, I realised
she could've been identified
when we went to The Poor Struggler.

Her credit card paid for the wine.
That wouldn't identify her address.
If you got into a credit agency...

And...? As we know, Carl Murrell is
the licensee, but I decided to look
into the ownership of the business.

The pub is part of a property chain.

Thank you.

New London? Yeah. New London started
out as a repossession company.

It bought defaulted mortgages,
winkled out old tenants.

It uses cash to buy property
at auction. It hasn't filed
accounts for three years. So?

New London is run for the benefit
of an offshore trust.

For tax purposes, it's in the
Channel Islands, so I called NCIS,

and they said it remits money
back into an account in London
in the name of Malcolm Finlay.

I take it he didn't mention his
connection with The Poor Struggler
when you spoke to him?

Why didn't you tell me this sooner?

Because it's taken me this time to
get it together. How long have you
been pursuing this line of inquiry?

How long?! Don't you understand
what it means to be part of a team?

Yes.

I've got something to say as well.
It's probably my fault
for not coming up with it sooner.

There's more than one reason
to want to eliminate a jury.

That's when
that jury's been compromised.

Thank you for coming in.
Any time. This way.

How did your wife seem to feel after
the end of the Miller's Wharf trial?
What are you getting at?

A man was sentenced to death.
Did that weigh on her mind?

I'm sorry to have to ask you.
You came to my house and implied
that my wife might've been murdered.

Was she sure they had reached
the right verdict? Of course she was.
Absolutely certain? Absolutely!

He was a career criminal!
A violent and dangerous man!
..How did she know that?

W-What is this?
Did she have contact with anyone
while she was on the jury?

Did she ever say she spoke to any
member of the Metropolitan Police
during the trial?

They were staying at a hotel.
They were being protected.

The police were about.
Did they speak to her?

Did a senior police officer
speak to her?!

How did she know Charles Sutton
was a violent criminal?

I'm trying to find out what might've
preyed on her mind after the trial.

Did she ever mention a conversation,
or conversations, with a very senior,
trustworthy police officer?

He'd had a terrible time
bringing Sutton to justice.

He'd lost two men in the shooting.
Do you remember his name?

..It's a long time ago.

Did she ever see him
after the trial?

Yes. Finlay.

What is it?

Some people, looking.

KNOCK ON DOOR

This is Edgar Truelove.

My friend here writes books.
Look, I told you...

I want you
to tell him what you told me.

I don't talk to the papers.
Tell him my brother was innocent.

I don't know that, do I?

Tell him what he said...
with his dying breath.

Mr Truelove... What did Charlie
Sutton say before you hanged him?
Look, I don't judge, see.

I leave that to others. He told you
the police had framed him.

On my eternal soul, I am innocent.
I've been set up by the police.

Finlay!
RAPID BREATHING

Stand clear.

ROPE CREAKS

You told me how you felt afterwards.

You must go on record with what
you know, while there's time.

Look at me!

What wouldn't he say? Forget it.
If you tell me, I can go back
for a confirmation. Never mind.

We agreed to tell... Start the car.

Look, it took a while to see this,
but there's a fine hairline
fracture to the orbital floor.

So could a blow to the head
have caused that? Oh, yeah.

So Murrell arrives
at Frank Sutton's house...

..they have a fight, he gets a whack.

Sutton escapes.
Torching the place as he goes.

We exhume Charlie Sutton to see if
his DNA matches the DNA in the grave
we now know is Laurence Murrell's.

And it was a negative, but we still
have evidence of a murder. Agreed.

But you wouldn't have had a reason to
compare the DNA in the Murrell grave

to the DNA of the man
who attacked Grace, would you?
I do what you ask me to do.

I'm asking you
to compare the Murrell DNA...

..with the DNA on Grace's scarf.

Are you psychic?
I have a way with dead people.

There's an allele in the Murrell
gene profile, and it's also present
in the DNA from Grace's scarf.

The attacker was related to Murrell?
Closely. Nephew? Very possible.

Carl Murrell -
guy who runs The Poor Struggler.

Is Carl Murrell here?
I'll get him for you.

Carl, there's someone to see you.

Are you Carl Murrell? Who's asking?

DS Jordan, DC Silver.

My brother was never a gangster.

We was the first ones on our manor
to stand up to the Murrells
and their extortion racket.

When they came to get rid of me,
he protected me.

After that, we had no choices. Don't
tell me, you went to the police.

Everybody knew the police
was in bed with the Murrells.

That's how
they finally set Charlie up.

They called him to a meeting here,
supposedly to call a truce
with the Murrells.

They thought he'd be armed.

We didn't know they was cops.

We were told
they were Murrell's boys.

'Who was here?

'Just me and Charlie.

'And the two cops. What happened?

'Oh, yeah.

'Three coppers said they
saw Charlie shoot. They were
never here. None of them.'

INAUDIBLE SPEECH

'What happened?'

Oh, I heard the cops had been told

that Charlie was supposed
to make a big cash payment.

Warned he'd try to get out of it.

'So they were to show him
they were armed.

'Someone wanted him to shoot?
Yeah, but he never.

'So what you're saying...'

Yeah, I'm saying...
The policemen were set up, too.

You figure it out. They were told
he was armed. They could shoot him,
and it'd be set up as self-defence.

They had him both ways. Dead twice
over, whichever way it played.

Who did the shooting?
It wasn't Charlie.

He saw where it was heading
when he saw the guns. It was you!

I had no choice.

He was my brother.

Yeah.

He persuaded me to shut my trap.

He thought the trial evidence
would get him off.
Angles, ballistics and all that.

He told me they'd top us both
if I'd come forward.

There was our mum to consider.

An old woman, on her own.

What happened to the gun?

You'll go on the record with this?
I told you.

I want Charlie's name cleared.

So long as you meet my condition.

Which is? Face-to-face, here,
with the copper that did all this.

You get him here.

Tell him you've got a story.

Sit down.

Did you hear me?

You are Carl Anthony Murrell.

I need an answer. Yes.

I'd like you to give us
a DNA specimen.

Mr Finlay? You print one word
about me, and your knees won't be
worth wearing, trust me.

Now, what's all this about?
You'd better come with me.

Finlay came to you. He'd had a call
from a journalist called Barker.

Barker said he'd found out
about Harry Newman threatening
to spill the beans about something.

Claims to have documents.

Tells you to get it sorted,
find out what's going on. Yeah?

Finlay and your family go back a long
way. What keeps the ties that bind?
What do you owe Finlay?

He said he'd taken the Murrell
business and turned it legit.

For your loyalty and corruption,
he said he'd keep you as part of it.

I'm not going down for him.

He's here!

(Hello.)

Well...

Frank Sutton.

It's quite a surprise
to see you again.

The past comes back
to haunt you, doesn't it?

It's good to see you, Frank.

Barker here was hoping you'd help
with his book on the Murrell family.

Oh, and add a little chapter
on my brother Charlie.

You can leave now. Leave?! Now!

Frank? If you don't leave now,
you'll end up in court.

And you can't rely on a fair trial,
so go.

Frank, what are you talking about?
I said go!

Inspector.

He told me that Newman was the key
to a lot of things from the past.

That if they come out now,
I'll lose the pub and everything.

- You went to the nursing home.
- But you found nothing.

Tell us what happened.

Finlay sent you, didn't he?

Just doing what you're told?

I'll give you what he sent you to
find, if you do something for me.

Do what?

Look in the drawer.
There's my scrapbook.

That's what he wants,
cos it'll be safe in his hands.

Now...you do what I tell you to do.

He told you to kill him?
I did what he showed me.

And you gave Finlay this scrapbook?
Oh, he was angry.
He knew the police had got involved.

Said we must know what they knew.
So you went to burgle Dr Foley's
house, but she interrupted you.

Get off me! Aa-aagh!

- You burgled Fr Cameron.
- And it happened again.

See...

People like me -

we don't have friends.

Not judges, not juries.

He'd see me go down
and not blink an eye.

"Drop it, son!"
"Don't be a bloody fool!"

"Let him have it!"

Which is to be?

Well, you're going to do whatever
you want, so why don't you just
get on with it? Too right I shall.

What's the rush, hmm?

I mean, nothing compared to being
locked in a cell for a few months.

Told you're gonna be
topped at the end of it, eh?
Real special, that is.

Frank...

It doesn't have to go this way.

Mr Finlay?

I'd like us to take a walk
to the water's edge.

Yeah, I thought you might
suggest that. No, no, no.

Really, I'd like us to take a look
at the lovely view.

Maybe I'll change my mind.
Maybe I've got a boat, and I'll row
myself away, back to sunny Spain.

You could do worse.
I could do worse.

I have that choice. ..Move.

Up. ..Up.

Go round the back.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS
Boyd. 'This is Graham Barker.'

You must get down to Miller's Wharf.
Right away. Frank Sutton's here.

You are insane. Do you know?

I had a fantasy
of getting old Truelove down here,
show us how it's done.

He's past it, unfortunately.

Yes, you are...insane!

If you want.

RAPID BREATHING

Stand!

How does it feel? Comfy?

I want you to imagine it.
You've had weeks of it.

Now you're down to the hours.
All you've got is the last morning.

Oh,
they never let you know the time,

but all you can see in your mind
is a clock on the wall.

LOUD FOOTSTEPS

All right, Frank.

You've made your point. Oh, no,
I haven't. The point is coming.

Think about the clock.
CLOCK TICKS

And what are you thinking about?
Like what's going to happen to you?

HE LAUGHS
They've started my clock.

Pancreatic cancer. Six months max.
So, you see?

Yeah.

Do you know what you're thinking?

You're thinking,
"Will the next knock
be the reprieve or the hangman?"

Oh, yes.

That's all you can think.

Even though they've told you
the night before,

they never give you a reprieve on
the last morning, cos they want you
to get used to it, build up to it!

You can't stop yourself
thinking about it! Frank.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock... How would it come?!
That reprieve, hmm?

Only if Detective Chief Inspector
Finlay of the Flying Squad

went to the Home Secretary... Frank.
..and that's not gonna happen.

You think about your sins.
Think about your crimes.

Wonder how you'll feel about them
in a couple of minutes' time.

No man may deliver his brother...

..Almost forgot.

One last detail.

Frank.
On my eternal soul, I am innocent.

(Please.) I've been set up!

Finlay!

Frank!

This way.

Subtitles by Raymond Morrison
and Neil Gemmill BBC Broadcast 2002