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Happy?

All I've ever wanted to do.

See you in the morning.

Tell us all about it.

Get all that in the overnight.
I'm having a drink with somebody.

Righty-o, Mr. Rivers.

Broke down, have yous, lads?

One of yous the
owner of this car?

Move back, please,
if you wouldn't mind.

Right back, please.

I just got married in November.

Give us a chance, will you?

I want a visiting order.

I'll get your form tomorrow.

Just fill it out and get
it delivered, first thing.

- Where to?
- Durham Police Headquarters.

Name of Chief
Inspector George Gently.

And hurry up, I need a shower.

I wanted to put, "Murdered
while doing his duty."

But they wouldn't let us.

You've moved away, Bernie.

I couldn't live
around here anymore.

I've borrowed a place
out past Rothbury.

Is that a good idea?

I don't know what's worse:

people's sympathy or knowing
that some of them believe the lies.

I mean, this was the
honestest man in the world,

doing the job that
he'd always wanted.

Even his mates
believe it, don't they?

That he was taking bribe
money, and that's how he got shot?

Well, where's the bribe money?

Can I have it, please,
'cause I've got nowt.

You know, I never
believed any of this.

You've been great,
Mr. Gently. Thank you.

I came up here to tell
you something, Bernie.

Don't go to the
inquest tomorrow.

It's not going to
be "unlawful killing",

for which I've been arguing.

It's not even be an
open verdict, I'm afraid.

Well what is it going be?

Oh no, no. Not suicide.

Probably.

No pension.

No insurance.

No Gavin.

I won't give up on
this, Bernie. I promise.

How did she take it?
How'd you think she took it?

She can't even bear
to stay in Durham.

She's hiding herself
away in Rothbury.

What's the letter?

- What letter?
- The one you didn't want me to see.

Rothbury's miles away, ain't it?

Yeah, miles away from the
people she thinks deserted her,

and destroyed her
husband's reputation.

Oh, well, you've
heard the whispers.

What whispers are they, John?

Ah, come on, Guv, you know?

About how Gavin Henderson was
in hock to the gangs in Newcastle.

This bloke Rivers who's done a bunk.
So, you know, it was going to come out.

- "In hock"?
- Uh-huh.

There is absolutely no evidence
to support those whispers,

apart from what's coming
out of London, of course.

Aye. Yeah. "Evidence
from London".

That means "lies",
don't it? To you.

Automatically. Hundred
thousand coppers: all bent.

You ever thought maybe you've
just got this a little bit wrong, Guv?

- Wrong?
- Exaggerated.

When you talk about how many
bent coppers there are in the Met.

Well actually, John, I've
never tried to put a number

to how many bent coppers
there are in the Met.

All I've ever said is
what I know to be a fact,

which is that during the
time I was working there,

I knew of at least
seven career criminals.

- Seven?
- Yes, seven.

Out of 100,000. It's
not that many, is it?

That's all I'm saying.

Who was the letter from?

Serious Crime Squad.

London gangs are moving into
the north east for the fruit machines.

They're recruiting somebody
with local roots and experience.

And they just
happened to choose you.

- Yeah.
- Why you?

- Why not me?
- No, no, no. Why you?

Because maybe they don't think
of me as just your sergeant, Guv.

Maybe they think of
me as "A rising talent".

Well, congratulations.

You've tried to
stop us in the past.

This time you can make
your own decisions, John.

Here, marked "urgent"
from the jail, sir.

Get me a cup of tea.

Toto sees smoke
signals, Kimosabe.

Kettle boiling.

Melvin Rattigan,
you have been found

not guilty of murder
on one count,

but guilty of manslaughter,
armed robbery...

- Hats off to the Judy.
- And extortion.

I'm sorry, my Lord,
but credit where it's due.

Could of been the gallows,
eh? Disappointed, Gently?

Melvin Rattigan, you are a
vicious, committed career criminal.

And I therefore sentence
you to 30 years imprisonment.

Take him down.

I'll be out, and it
won't be no 30 years.

All rise.

No chaperone?

I asked for a bit of privacy.

Something to say to me?

I had a nephew
what done himself in.

Went under a tube at Mile End.

His wife never got
over it, poor thing.

When they marked
it down to depression.

I don't know what he had to be
depressed about, he was a jockey.

I didn't like him
much, actually.

Okay, so you know that
Gavin Henderson's murder

is about to be called suicide.

Anything else?

Do you know how much I
hate you, George Gently?

I hate the sound of your voice.

I hate your stupid face.

I even hate the smell of you.
Do you know what you smell like?

Holy water.

Sanctimonious.

Stale from all the fingers
what have been dipped in you.

Well...

Will that be all?

Or have you got
some actual information

about Gavin Henderson's death?

Well not now, I haven't.

I mean, I come all this
way and all I get is sarcasm.

Ah, well. Never mind.

You'll be out in...?

1991.

And they reckon we'll be all
riding round in spaceships by then.

I'll fly you to the moon.

Look forward to it.

Oi, send my love to
Gitta Bronson, won't you?

Yeah. When they offered
me a Judy for my brief,

I nearly told them where to
shove it. But she was good.

What a clever woman.
Well, that's Jews for you.

What makes you
think I'll be seeing her?

Oh, you'll be seeing her.

What do you say about
the allegations against you?

Have you got any comments
to make on Rattigan's release?

- Can we actually have a comment?
- Comment on what?

On Rattigan's release

and these allegations
of corruption against you.

Release?

Did you ask him to withdraw
his allegations against you?

What's the story, Inspector?

Hello, John.

Rattigan's being bailed
pending an appeal.

What? How did he get bail?

On what grounds?

There's new evidence.

Allegations that he made at the
time of the trial are being re-examined.

Ha. Which ones?

That you had a corrupt
relationship with him.

That you framed him to
cover your own crimes.

Well I'd like to see
the evidence for that,

'cause there isn't any.

Well, there is, Sir.

Fraud Squad are saying

that they've uncovered
bank accounts in your name,

with regular payments through
'59, '60 and '61, all from Rattigan.

Guv, they don't let a guy like
Rattigan back on the streets

just because he asks nicely.

What do you think
this is all about?

It doesn't matter
what I think, does it?

I don't know. Maybe it's all
a mistake. I don't know, Guv.

- A "mistake"?!
- Guv, please.

You think this is a mistake?

The Fraud Squad finds
bank accounts in my name,

the Home Office lets
Rattigan out of jail,

and the Serious Crimes
Squad offers you a job?

And you think that's a mistake?

I think you've left out "who
really killed Kennedy" there, sir.

Is that it?

Does the name "Gitta
Bronson" ring a bell?

Yeah, Rattigan's
defense counsel, why?

Well, she's saying that
Rattigan showed her evidence

of your corrupt relationship
with him at the time of the trial.

Who's been telling you this?

Yeah, I see.

When's your interview?

- Tomorrow.
- Tomorrow. Yeah.

Before you go to London,

ring this number.

The man who answers will
meet you at King's Cross,

and give you
something to bring to me.

Okay. Okay.

I love this place.

I don't like churches.
Makes me think of funerals.

Good luck with your interview.

7:00 am, David, for the assizes.

Hello, Gitta.

I thought I might see you.

There'll be two for
supper, please, Tim.

Well I suppose you'd like
some sort of explanation?

Just let me get out
of this awful uniform.

Thank you, Tim.

I was devastated
about Isabella's murder.

- I did write to you. Did you...?
- Yes, I got your letter. Thank you.

The same sort of scum who
killed her is coming after me,

and you're helping him.

George, you know I
had to tell the truth.

The truth?

Look, I know exactly
what Rattigan is.

I did spend six
months defending him.

You misled the court, Gitta.

You knew he was a
pack of lies, didn't you?

No, I didn't!

I'm not allowed
to tell a lie in court,

- you know that.
- You were brilliant, Gitta.

You even had me
doubting his guilt for a while.

You should've gone on the stage.

Look, if it'd been down to me,

I would have cheerfully hammered

a six-inch nail into his head.

But it was not down to me.

This story he spun you,

about him and me
being partners in crime...

He wanted it
brought out in court.

- Yeah. Why didn't you?
- I didn't believe it.

No, no, no, no.

You just told me it didn't
matter what you believe.

Yeah, all right. It wouldn't
have helped his case.

It came down to his
word against yours,

and the jury
would've believed you,

George Gently,
the Met's Mr. Clean.

Well...

The Fraud Squad's apparently

found documents
that incriminate me.

This wasn't the same stuff that
Rattigan showed you seven years ago?

Very much doubt it.

- You haven't seen it, then?
- No.

All they wanted from
me was confirmation

that Rattigan claimed that, at
the time, that you were corrupt.

Huh.

Someone's building a
case against you, George.

An expert.

Someone who wants to
discredit George Gently,

and I don't think that
this is just Rattigan.

No. He just wants to kill me.

Yes, but, why is it
so personal for him?

What? You mean apart from
me putting him away for 30 years.

I don't know. I've sent
down dozens like him.

But why now?

Well, Rattigan says
he knows something

about the death of a
young copper on my force.

And he wants me to know
that he knows something.

- Yes. And what's the connection?
- I don't know.

I've been trying to trace this
man in the fruit machine rackets.

A man called Rivers.
He's come up from London.

He's a presence in the
Newcastle underworld.

So, he phones me and asks
for a meeting and then suddenly,

bang, he's vanished.

Are you happy to be out?

All of the false evidence
against me has been set aside,

and the evidence
against the true villain,

Inspector George Gently,

is in the hands
of the authorities.

Rattigan, are you accusing
Mr. Gently of corruption?

Oi. Oi.

Hello there.

John Bacchus, Detective
Sergeant Kieran Lawson.

- Kieran. Nice to meet you.
- I'm Detective Inspector Reese Statham.

- Hello.
- Thanks for coming. Cheers.

Ah, It's my pleasure. Listen,
thanks for inviting us down. It's a...

It's a big ambition of mine
to join the Met, actually...

There is no job,
John. I'm sorry.

What?

I got you down here
under false pretences.

Serious Crimes
really needs your help.

What kind of help?

Did you bring your
guvnor's diary?

- No.
- Told you. Boy Scout.

Hey, no. You asked me
to steal my guvnor's diary...

Borrow. Not steal.

No. No, I didn't.

But I did copy down the entries
of the days that you asked me for.

Have you got it?

Why don't you give
me a good reason?

What we're about
to tell you, John,

cannot go further
than this room.

You cannot tell Gently about it.

If you do, there will be serious
repercussions for your career.

- Go on.
- Okay.

We're trying to find out
what happened to this man.

Does the name
Rivers mean anything?

This is Ernie Rivers?

What do you know about him?

Well he's connected to
the fruit machine racket.

He contacted Gently, but
he never made the meeting.

He just disappeared.

Yeah, how do you know
he never made the meeting?

- Because he never called back.
- No, no, no.

How do you know they never met?

Why would he lie to me?

Rivers was one of us.

He'd infiltrated a London gang
who are currently taking over

a big, big slice

of the bandit
business in your area.

These are major criminals, John.

We were never told
about any of this.

Yeah, we're not going to
put an advert in the paper.

All right, then. What
happened with Rivers?

His real name is Bill Denmoor,

Detective Sergeant Bill Denmoor.

We think he's dead.

We think somebody found out he
was Serious Crimes and killed him.

"Somebody"?

You mean Gently, don't you?

Bill Denmoor called
in on the first of March

to say he was setting up
a meeting to brief Gently.

We never heard from him again.

Gently's career's dead in
the water, John, believe me.

I've seen the bank accounts.
So could you tell us, please?

What's in Gently's
log for that day?

Friday the first of March, yeah?

"Meet ER. Question mark."

- Mr. Clean.
- Gently's been working hand in glove

- with the London underworld for years.
- According to Rattigan.

We're going to need you, John.

You effectively work for us now.

What? What do you mean?

Yeah, I'll get that put
in writing, if you want.

We need you to
help us nail Gently.

I'll organize you
somewhere to kip tonight.

No, I can't. I can't
stay in London.

- I haven't got any stuff with us.
- What's in the bag, then?

It's just some, um, stuff.

It's just some stuff that
Gently asked me to get for him.

- Like what?
- I don't know. I don't know, he...

He didn't want me to find
out. Come on. Look, no.

I don't think we should be
doing this. Let's just leave it.

You thought you knew
the man. You didn't.

I've got to go.
Kieran'll look after you.

Bit of a shock, I expect.

There's no job for you here yet,

but you help us get this
right and there will be.

This is your future
now, not him.

All the same.

What exactly do you owe him?

He stood in your way when you
tried to move down here four years ago.

How do you know about that?

I made it my business to know.

I saw the letter he wrote,
blocking your move.

Do you want to know
what he wrote about you?

No. No.

Yeah.

"Susceptible. Gullible.

"Will be unable to avoid
the pitfalls and temptations

of the big city." And I quote.

It's a bit rich coming
from him, isn't it?

There you go, gents.

- Here you are.
- No, no.

- Come on.
- I can't do anymore.

- Honestly, I'm plastered.
- Come on, John.

Just... Whoa, whoa, that's it.

Do you do this every
night? I'm plastered, mate.

Help's on its way.

- DC Owen Galliford.
- All right.

- Nice to meet you.
- DC Frannie Hilston.

- Hello.
- Hello mate, Frannie.

- Frannie?
- Sergeant John Bacchus.

Now one of us,
whether he likes it or not.

Which, I have to
admit, he didn't.

- Welcome, John.
- Thank you very much.

Owen took the last
call from Bill Denmoor.

- Oh, right.
- We lost a diamond there.

- To Bill.
- Bill.

Bill.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

Don?

You were always
good at poker, George.

You're in a spot
of bother, my dear.

Two filthy habits.

How many times have I told you,
you'll be dead before you're 35.

I'll be dead before the end of
the week if Rattigan has his way.

I don't think it's just him you've
got to worry about, George.

Yeah, that's what
Gitta Bronson says.

Rattigan can't arrange his
own release. That's Home Office.

And where've these bank
accounts suddenly appeared from?

I'm not bothered
about bank accounts.

Who's questioning you on Monday?

- My ACC.
- What's he like?

We've had our differences.

Does he want shot of you?

- Don't think he cares.
- Somebody does.

I don't think he's bothered
one way or another, Don.

Yeah. That's what I
thought, George. Look at me.

One day I'm down Buckingham
Palace getting me CBE,

the next day, "There's your
cards, mate, on your way".

Never saw it coming.
Somebody cared.

What do you do
when it's all over, Don?

Play with me grandkids.

I can't do that.

It's not going to be all
over for you, George.

I'm not let them push
you into retirement.

We'll sort something
out, you mark my words.

Why did you never
go for the top job?

Me? Nah.

Anyway, if you have to ask,
it means they don't want you.

Fatal lack of personal ambition.

You look who gets
to be commissioner.

Politicians every time.

Gift of the gab, know
how to behave in parties,

always make the right noises.

I fitted into that world
like a fart in a crowded lift.

You need your beauty sleep.

Do you want to stay the night?

What, you want them calling you
a poof on top of everything else?

No, thanks, I'll call you,
let you know how it goes.

I'll be there, George.

I want to walk through that door
with you, shoulder-to-shoulder,

when they've
admitted they're wrong.

Don.

You haven't asked me one question
about these allegations against me.

Not one. God bless
you for that, mate.

What's to ask?

- For you.
- Yeah.

Keep your door locked, George.

Mr. Gently, Mr. Gently.

Can you tell us what time
you're in court? Any comments?

Is there anything you
want to say, Mr. Gently?

Stop pushing in. Get back.
No, you're not coming in.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Taylor!
- Sir?

- No phone calls.
- Sir.

How'd it go?

Ah, you know.
Hard to say, ain't it?

Right.

You get that package for me?

- You're going to kill us.
- Am I?

I left them under a table
in a bar in King's Cross,

and then I went for a
pee. When I came back...

"Them"?

What was in the package, Guv?

Just forget it, John.

- They're ready for you upstairs, Sir.
- Right.

Can you take your
diary with you?

What, my diaries from
eight or nine years ago?

- No, the current one, they mean.
- Why?

Don't know, just
what they said, Sir.

- They, um...
- What?

- Good luck.
- Yeah.

Did he bring a bag?

He doesn't get it, does he?

Yeah, very good.
Very good forgeries.

I bank with Martins.

I've never had an account
with this lot in my life.

The account was
closed in August 1961,

four weeks before Melvin
Rattigan was arrested.

Is that a coincidence?

No. It's not a coincidence,
it's not anything.

This account never even existed.

Closed in cash.

The grand sum of £13,567.

Three months later, actually
during the trial of Melvin Rattigan,

you bought a flat

in High Holborn for £15,000,

putting down 13,000

as a cash deposit.

Is there some by-law forbidding
the purchase of property

whilst the Old
Bailey is in session?

The cash was a gift. My
wife's father gave it to her.

- Can you prove that?
- With difficulty.

He died shortly
afterwards, in Ravenna.

And my wife a few years
later, as you might remember.

It just so happens that this "gift"
was almost exactly the same amount

as you removed from the
account where you were paid

regular bribes by Mel Rattigan?

Well, I would guess that
that's not a coincidence.

I would guess that whoever
was concocting this evidence

would make sure that
those amounts roughly tallied.

'Cause that's what I would do,

if I was trying to
frame somebody.

Oh, so I'm bent now as well, am
I? Like everyone else in the Met?

- Detective Inspector.
- No. I don't think you're bent, actually.

I think you're an honest man.

Oh, spare me, please.

These are sworn statements

from former and serving
Metropolitan Police Officers,

alleging inducements you offered
them to join your criminal conspiracy.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Benvill,
Arms, Merit, Severa and Elnicha.

These are...

These are all the men who
made these allegations, yes?

- Correct.
- Every single one of these is corrupt.

And they know that I know,
'cause I've told them so.

All right. Well, what did
Rattigan get for all that money?

What does he say that I actually
gave him for all that money?

I'm afraid you don't get to ask the
questions any longer, Chief Inspector.

I should tell you now

that in accordance with a
warrant granted to me yesterday,

your home is currently
being searched

for evidence concerning
these allegations.

- What?
- And for information regarding

the disappearance of Detective
Sergeant William Denmoor

on or about the first
of March this year.

Who?

Would you hand over your
diary, please, Mr. Gently?

Thank you.

This way, sir.

Carry this out with a bit of
care and respect, will you?

You don't need
that. Put it back.

Just sitting there
in the drawer.

- Who actually found this?
- She did.

Get us a bag.

This needs to be in a
forensics lab straightaway.

- Sir.
- And the ammunition.

You met "Ernie Rivers".
But you knew perfectly well,

didn't you, that he was really Bill
Denmoor from Serious Crimes?

- How would I know that?
- Where did you meet?

- Where is he now, George?
- You will show me due respect.

Where is Bill Denmoor,
Chief Inspector?

Look. It says "question mark".

"Meet ER, question
mark". Ask yourself why.

Because no arrangement was made.

A man calling himself
"Ernie Rivers" called me

on my home number,
my private number,

and says he's got
important information

about the fruit machine rackets. Well,
of course I'm going to agree to meet him.

He says he'll call back
with a time and a place,

and that's the last I
ever hear from him.

He's lying, Sir.

Sir?

There was a drawer in the
wardrobe in the bedroom,

and this was shoved
down the back.

Interesting?

It's Gavin Henderson's notebook.

Sir.

PC Gavin Henderson's missing
notebook, found in your cottage.

Together with a handgun,

and shells of the same caliber

used to kill that young officer.

You did them both, didn't you?

I have no idea
what's going on here.

No?

Stand up.

Stand up!

George Gently, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of the murder

of Police Constable
Gavin Henderson.

You do not have to say anything,

but anything you do say
may be used in evidence.

Do you understand?

Not yet.

Haven't you got work to go to?

Biscuits?

Right, uh...

The last entries Gavin
Henderson made before his death

is three number plates.

One is a Daimler,
registered in Newcastle...

Bill Denmoor drove a Daimler,
told me it made him feel like a bookie.

Yeah, Daimler was
registered to Ernie Rivers.

The second one
is a Vauxhall Viva,

which was stolen in
Bermondsey on 28th of February.

I'm tracing the owner now, but
I'm not sure how far that'll get us

- if this car's been stolen...
- I'll get on that one.

- No, it's fine. I can do it.
- No, no, no. It's London.

I have ways and means
you don't know about.

- I can do it. It's fine.
- Kieran takes that.

Anything on the third number?

Yeah. That one's easy.
That was Gently's car.

I've had it impounded.

Forensics are searching
for fingerprints and blood.

Gently's got no alibi for
March the first. Alone at home.

I'd like to question him.

No, no, no, we
can't have that, John.

No, no you, uh, you've
still got a loyalty to him.

Not anymore. Gavin
Henderson was a local lad.

Feelings are running high.

I could sit in.

All right.

Three number plates.
One's Ernie Rivers'.

Second one, we don't know,
stolen somewhere in London.

And the third one is yours.

What does that tell you?

That whoever killed Denmoor

probably killed Gavin
Henderson as well.

Oh, Sherlock Holmes lives.

What it tells me is
that you were there.

Who's your friend?

Kieran Lawson, Serious Crimes.

Colleague of yours, then?

Is he the one who found the gun and
notebook in my house, by any chance?

No. That was one of ours.

- Is that what they're telling you, John?
- Guv, I was there.

Fond of guns, aren't
you, Mr. Gently?

No, I've never actually
owned a gun in my life.

How'd it end up in your drawer,
then? The gun fairy leave it there?

- Has Don McGhee turned up yet?
- No. Were you expecting him?

Make a call for me,
would you please, John?

And then I won't ask
anything else of you, I promise.

All right.

Here you are.

Thanks.

Her name's Gitta Bronson.

- Good luck.
- Yeah. You too, John.

What else did he write?

He wrote, "Don't trust
Lawson, he is bent."

- Beautiful.
- Ah, well.

This must be hard for
you. You've done well.

Listen, do you want to show
me Durham? Buy me a beer?

Aye, go on then.

How do you intend to plead?

Not guilty.

Is there a bail application?

I'm not represented
as yet, Your Worship,

but I would ask
you to grant bail.

I can't do that, given
the gravity of the charge.

The Judy's held up in
reception, awaiting clearance.

Yeah, they're patting her down.
She's probably enjoying that.

So how's it feel?

The door slam shut behind you.

Well, you feel
abandoned, don't you?

Even your best mates
don't want to know,

'cause they don't expect
to ever see you again.

I mean, half of them wouldn't
mind shagging your wife,

so actually they're glad.

I lost the lot of
them, thanks to you.

Wife. Kids.

She divorced me. Moved away.

Took the kids, went
to a new school.

Fee paying.

Little lords and ladies.

Then they told their new
friends their dad was dead.

She changed her
name by deed poll.

And the kids did the same thing,

by choice.

She give them the choice.

Anyway, you got to admit,

I've stitched you up

good and proper, ain't I?

It's not going to get

your wife and kids back
though, Melvin, is it?

I don't care if it
takes 20 years.

You're going to die...

By me.

Do your very best for him at
the hearing, won't you, Gitta?

Although I might prefer
him out in the open.

Blimey O'Reilly, George.

You sure you're not
better off in here?

Get me out.

The police have made
strenuous objections

to the accused being given bail.

On what grounds, Madam?

They feel he is extremely
likely to abscond.

Not at all.

My client is determined

to refute all
charges against him,

and confident of doing so.

Madam, this is an
unconvicted man

of unblemished
previous character.

The evidence is all of

a circumstantial nature.

And, as a serving
police officer,

he may truly be said
to be at risk in prison.

Hello, hello, hello.

Thank you, Tim.

Thank you very
much, I'll have that.

And how's my
favorite troublemaker?

Very well, thank you, Tim.

I think he's taken a
bit of a shine to you.

7:00 am tomorrow, David,
please, for the assizes.

I can't represent you at
your trial, you know that.

You could be giving
evidence for the prosecution.

Tuck in.

I'm a vegetarian, Tim.

No, your not, it's just a
phase your going through.

Well, I shan't eat it.

Leave the steak and
kidney and eat the pudding.

I can't be offering a man
like this cauliflower fritters,

he'll fade away.

How do you like your
room, Mr. Gently?

Very nice, thank you very much.

I've put him in Grace
Darling this time.

Oh, you'll like that,
it gets all the sun.

You could force
cucumbers in there.

Buzz off, Tim,
we'll help ourselves.

I can take a hint. Buzz, buzz.

You're gonna have to have
a word with him, I can't cope.

Do you want that
window open before I go?

A bit stuffy in here, isn't it?

Get down! Go! Get down!

- You okay?
- Yes, yes.

Tim?

He'd dead. Call the police.

Right, we need
you round the back.

When did you last see Gently?

- He left soon after I made the call.
- On foot?

Tim had a little runabout.
He borrowed that.

What he asked a dead
man's permission, did he?

What sort of car is it?

I have no idea.

Don't suppose he said
where he was going? Did he?

You're his Sergeant, aren't
you? The one who telephoned.

Mrs. Bronson, you
don't seem to realize...

Miss.

Miss Bronson, you
don't seem to realize,

we need to find him
before Rattigan does.

Well, are you or aren't you?

- Yeah. I am.
- He left a message for you.

He said, be sure to
mark what he wrote.

Which is what, exactly?

About me being bent, Guv.

Aye, yeah, it's, uh...

I'm sorry to say
it, but there's times

when his obsessional hatred of
you lot made him look ridiculous.

Gramps.

What, darling? I'll
answer it in a minute.

There's a man.

George.

Somebody wants to
tell you something, Don.

- Sorry, I couldn't be there...
- Don't.

Rattigan tried to
kill me last night.

- Cup of coffee?
- No, thanks.

All this on a police salary?

It's clever investment.

100,000 ICI shares.

You can't beat them.

Who can that be, I wonder?

Serious Crimes? Which one, Don?

Not Statham, he's honest.

A Sergeant Lawson.

Take his number.
I'll call him back.

- Shall I take Shelley?
- No, no, no, leave her here.

Lawson.

What do you want, George?

- I've got to drop Shelley at pony club.
- Pony club!

You and Rattigan were in
business together, weren't you?

And you still are.

Yes.

Not Rattigan, he's
a lunatic these days.

Total liability.

No, I have other partners now.

I suppose you want some
sort of "mea culpa", George?

Remember Frank Fontana?

Maltese bloke?
Ran all the girls.

Made a fortune.

Invited me to lunch.

I thought it'd be just
me and the wife, but no.

Pop stars, sports men and women,

politicians, judges.

Thing was, we all knew
what Fontana's business was,

but it didn't seem to matter.

Like a blinding light, George, I
saw the world for what it really is,

rather than how I'd
always wanted it to be.

Which is what?

I'd wasted half my life thinking
I was on the side of the law,

but I wasn't.

Millions like me go
to work every day,

pay their taxes, pay the
TV license, obey the law.

Mugs.

No. It became clear to me:
Frank was a businessman.

His business needed protection.

Frank sold his business
to Rattigan, as I recall.

To be honest, he
never wanted to sell it,

but he didn't fancy
all-out war with Rattigan,

so he went gracefully.

I wanted to do the same.

But you couldn't.

No. I was a business asset.

I became Rattigan's property.

No going gracefully with Melvin.

There's no retiring.

Is that what Bill Denmoor
wanted to talk to me about?

He'd found out about you?

I imagine so.

And that gun that you
gave me for my protection,

that will turn out to be the one

that killed Gavin Henderson
and Bill Denmoor, won't it?

How many murders
have there been, Don?

How many innocent
men framed or silenced?

You'll be the last, I hope.

Gramps.

It's all right, darling.
It's all right, sweetheart,

it was just a game.

Don't make a fuss,
George. It's how life is.

Take Rattigan down.

You and me could be
partners, like the old days.

Did friendship ever mean
anything to you, Don?

Can't spend it, George.

Come here, sweetheart.

Answer the phone.
Tell Lawson I said "Hi".

And tell him, "I'm gonna
destroy the lot of you."

Boo!

You're back inside, Rattigan.

- I was having a bath in the hotel.
- Yeah, says who?

Local tom. Blonde, big tits.

Does she have a name?

Well, she did say, but she had
one of them Geordie accents,

so could have been
Martha, could of been Arthur.

You think you're
funny, but you're not.

I am, but it's funny peculiar.

Nah, you're just another
mug on his way back to prison.

You need to have a
little bit of proof, actually.

I don't, actually.

I just need to report my
suspicions, which I've done,

and back you go.

- Yeah?
- Any minute now.

Any minute now, yeah.

You need to ring Scotland Yard.

- Now?
- Now.

If he moves, kill him.

What's going on?

I warned him Rattigan
needed 24-hour surveillance,

but he knew better, he thought.

- Rattigan's out again.
- What!?

Oh, wake up, will you?
Rattigan has friends.

Right. Okay, so what next?

I've been told to wait here

till we get your guvnor
safely banged up again.

- So where is he, John?
- Oh, I don't know, Kieran.

You wouldn't tell me,
if you did, would you?

The guns turned
it for you, didn't it?

I could see it in
your face. Question:

"Why would Gently get me
to bring guns up from London,

if he already had one
at home in his drawer?"

- Answer?
- What's yours?

The guns were
evidence against him.

He intended to dispose of it.

Except he didn't, did he?
It was just left lying there.

Like you do, with a gun that
you've just killed two coppers with.

- People do funny things, John.
- Oh, for God's sake.

It never occurred he
would be found out.

George Gently? Mr. Clean?

It'd never happen, would it?

- Morning, Guv.
- Frannie, how was the trip?

Durham!

I wondered where all the
flies went for their holidays.

Now, now, Owen.

Good to see you. All right,
Frannie? Good to see you.

John's just thinking about where
his guvnor might be laying his head.

How are you, John?

- Hello again.
- Good to see you.

There must be somewhere
he'd use, or somebody.

I just want to say, I don't
agree with any of this

that's happening
with Mr. Gently.

Is he a real policeman, or
does he rent that costume?

Okay.

What? Oh, come on, John.

We need to get to Gently
before Rattigan does.

Okay, all right.

He got very close to my ex.

You know, a bit too close.

And it seemed that the
more time she spent with him,

the colder she got
toward me, you know?

I don't exactly know
what he said to her,

and I don't exactly
know what went on.

But I never got her
back, I know that.

Where is she now?

What the hell do you
think you're playing at?

You'll cause an accident.
What do you want?

Who are these lot?
Looking for George.

- Oi! What you doing?
- Going somewhere, Mrs. Bacchus?

Sleeping bags,
primus, tins of food.

We need to find him,
Lisa. For his own good.

His own good? How
could you stoop so low?

And you lot are London, are you?

Finally getting what you want,
Joe? Playing with the big boys?

You disgust me. You
should be protecting George.

We were trying to protect him.

Get your hands off my property!

Gently's brand, by any chance?

And a million other
people, including me.

- Where is he, Lisa?
- I wouldn't tell yous if I knew.

Me and Leigh Ann
are going camping

with the man who's
going to be her new dad.

- He's just gone to pick her up.
- Daddy! Daddy!

- Careful, Leigh Ann.
- Hey, sweetheart.

- What's the matter?
- It's nothing.

They're just going, aren't you?

Leigh Ann, go inside
for a minute, pet.

There is a reason. I'm so
sorry. I shouldn't have done it...

No, I shouldn't have done it.
And nor should George Gently.

He took you under his
wing, for God's sake!

And that was a mistake as well,

because you will never
be half the man he is.

I despise you, John Bacchus.

Well, if he hasn't
done so already,

he'll be on a ferry to Hamburg,

if he's got any sense.

Scot free.

Stop pretending with me, okay?

You what?

I don't think Gently needed
to write about me in your book.

I think you made your
own mind up on me.

But let me tell you something,

Gently is guilty. You can't
be expected to see that,

but don't waste any more of
my time with stunts like this.

Actually, that's
not what he wrote.

What he wrote was,

"You find the second
car, you'll find the killer."

You took that job off me. Why?

Well, to make sure it got done.

Oh, yeah?

That car was stolen from a
pub car park 50 yards away

from number 19 Halley
Street in Bermondsey.

What does that mean? Hey! Hey!

Yeah, make and color.
No sign of the driver.

If it's him, he's
armed and dangerous.

Can I have instructions
now, please?

Do not approach,
wait for backup.

I'll take the radio, Constable.

Toss it over.

Did you give them your position?

What were your instructions?

Not to approach you.
Armed and dangerous.

Well...

What happens now, do you think?

Now turn around
and walk away. Go on.

It was this road here.
His car was around here.

It'll still be there. He
went a different way.

- He's on foot. All right?
- What's going on?

Gently was near Rothbury
two hours ago, on foot.

Do you know where Rothbury is?

- Yeah, course I do.
- What sort of gun was it?

Uh, I never actually
got a good look at it.

I bet you still shat
yourself though, eh?

Did you get any
kind of look at it?

He kept it in his pocket.
Why didn't he shoot us?

Does he have any friends
in the Rothbury area?

We could spend a
week going door to door.

No. I've never heard him
mention anybody in Rothbury.

You lads might as
well go back to bed.

We'll, um... We'll start
a search in the morning.

- Night.
- Night.

Where is he?

It's a guess.

- Change of plan?
- John's had a thought,

but it'll probably be as good
as the one about his missus.

- You lads turn in.
- No, no. Sent to help.

I need to know what is
going on here, Kieran.

Okay. Here it is, John.

You asked me who lives at
19 Halley Street in Bermondsey,

near where the
Vauxhall had been stolen,

the one that turned up in
Gavin Henderson's notebook.

Owen Galliford lives there.

I'll try and lose them.

- Ready?
- Yep.

After them.

You?

You look terrible. Wouldn't
you like a cup of tea?

I never really believed
what they were saying.

Thank you.

Who's that?

Go inside, lock the door,
stay away from the window.

It's all right, go on.

Keep those two as far
away as possible, okay?

Hilarious, Speedy Gonzalez.

You two, go round the back.

You, stay in the car.

Kieran, listen to me. There's
only one way to do this.

If Gently is in there,

I have to persuade him to come
out with his hands up, okay? Me.

I don't think they're
gonna arrest him, do you?

Or they could be trying
to protect him from us.

- They could be working with him.
- For God's sake, Kieran.

Do you really believe that stuff
about Gently anymore, huh?

Galliford's car turns up in
Gavin Henderson's notebook

the night he died. Why?

Because he killed Denmoor.

And I'm willing to bet he
killed Gavin Henderson an' all.

Your two mates here have
tried to have my guvnor put away,

and now they're gonna kill him.

They're criminals, Kieran.
They're not bent coppers.

They're criminals,
working inside the Met.

Oi.

What?

I've known these
guys half my life.

It's hard, isn't it?

I don't know what
to believe anymore.

The less sure you
are, the more I like you.

Guv, it's me.

Mrs. Henderson? My name
is Sergeant John Bacchus.

You've nothing to fear.

If you're in there, please
make yourself known.

Guv, are you in there?

If you can hear me,
please come out.

Come out with your hands up
and it'll all be okay, I promise.

You have to trust me,
Guv. I want you to trust me.

Kieran.

All right.

This man and the
man through there,

they killed Denmoor.

They were the ones
in the second car.

Pretty sure they killed
Gavin Henderson.

- How about this one?
- Nah, No.

I thought he was part of it.

That's why I had to
do the things that I did.

Guv, I had to get him
to trust me, you know?

Give me your gun.

- Guv...
- Gun!

Car keys.

You've been hit, Guv.

All right.

Look after Bernie.

Guv, you need
to go to hospital...

Don't come after me! I warn you.

All right. All right. Okay.

I'm gonna finish this.

Blimey O'Reilly, what
you done this time?

You got any painkillers?

I've got some codeine, but you
should really get to a hospital.

Give me all you've got.

I really need to
sleep for an hour.

- I can't drive.
- Nor can I.

Is your chauffeur reliable?

Yes.

Why'd you never marry?

Well, I dabbled with men

in my 20s.

Quite a lot, actually.

But they all
seemed so frightfully

fond of themselves.

They didn't seem to really need
me to be fond of them as well.

So I just got on with the work.

In the unlikely event
that I'm still alive,

not incarcerated next week,

would you consider
having dinner with me?

Well, I'll certainly
consider it.

Well, shall I perhaps see
you later then, George?

If there's anything left of me.

Thank you.

Sorry.

This'll do.

There's blood on
the seat. I apologize.

I'll see to it, sir. Would
you like me to wait?

No, thanks. Look
after Miss Bronson.

I will, sir.

Sir?

You have a
Mr. Rattigan staying here.

Um... Ah, no, he went
out a few minutes ago.

- Would you be Mr. Gently?
- Yes.

He left a message for you.

He said he'll wait for
you in the Cathedral.

Pass key, please.

It's just up there.

Rattigan?

Don.

Give yourself up. I'll
do what I can for you.

Move! Move, get away!

Owen and Frannie are dead.

You're not a killer, Don.

Why couldn't you
just let it go, George?

Why do you always
have to be Mr. Clean?

Because life isn't
a racket, Don.

And if it is, I don't
want to be part of it.

You're not going to be, are you?

McGhee.

I'm unarmed.

Well you're a mug
in that case, son.

Don't do it, John.

I was

always on your side, Guv.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I left you unarmed.

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