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[Bright music]

[Dog barking]

[Upbeat music]

[Bevan] You screwed up!

You shoot one bloody
dog in this country!

[Bevan] A new initiative.
That's your brief.

A team of dedicated personnel

reexamining other open cases.

Retired detectives, do they
have to have their own teeth?

Dead, dead, dead, would
be if I got a hold of him.

I think you'd better advertise.

I wouldn't have thought
you'd want to come back.

I don't, not as a cop.

But as an investigative officer,

technically a civilian,
all access to files.

The squad will initially be
quite small, concentrating

-solely such as-
-it's here, innit?

Woof, woof, bang, bang!

Ucos, unsolved crime
and open case initiative.

Welcome to the
squad. Have a drink?

Yeah, I'll have a Brandy
and coke, thanks, sweetheart.

Superintendent Pullman's
your new guvnor, not me.

I don't trust you,
and I don't like you.

[Lively music]

What?

She's your new boss, isn't she?

You know how it is, Mary!

Talking things over with you

always used to take
the edge off a case.

If you don't come back at
me, how the hell am I gonna

make breakthroughs
like I used to?

Hey, you know Jack. Is he mad?

I am, though.

I think Anthony kaye
was killed, and not by me.

I was set up.

I got me hands on it
today, Esther, the file.

I don't smoke, I don't
drink. I take my medication.

And you know what?
My mind's on fire.

Warm, warm, warm, warm.

Warmer, warmer,
warmer, warmer, hot!

[Doorbell buzzes]

- Hello.
- I need to talk to somebody.

Of course. Would
you like to talk to me?

No offence, but no.

But that's a bus pass!

Alan?

You can't go in there!

You've seen me
pass, unlimited travel,

any place, any time.

Oh!

[Woman sobbing]

Carry on.

Where is he?

Unless you leave right now,
I'm going to call the police!

Sweetheart, I am
the sodding police!

At least I was until
Alan bloody waring

helped to get me kicked out!

You want to be more careful
who you accept as volunteers!

-The man's- -I'll
call an ambulance

for you if that's
what you really want.

In here.

But I'm gonna need your address.

Yes, I've got a pen.

- Hello, Alan. Remember me?
- [Dial tone buzzing]

[Upbeat music]

♪ it's alright, it's okay

♪ it doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey ♪

♪ it's alright, I
say, it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's alright,
we're doing fine ♪

♪ it doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ it's alright, I
say, it's okay ♪

♪ we're getting to
the end of the day ♪

♪ high tech, low
tech, take your pick ♪

♪ 'cause you can't teach an
old dog a brand-new trick ♪

♪ I don't care what
anybody says ♪

♪ at the end of the day

so when you say he
cut him off mid-sentence.

I mean, he entered
the room where the man

was on the phone
to some poor soul

who was about to top himself,

and he cut the line
to get his full attention.

[Gerry laughs]

Clark, do the honours
while Stan, Ollie,

and rain man gather
round and try and remember

what it was like
to be in the police.

26-year-old wpc Kate
Daniels, 15th of October, 1987.

Silenced bullet to
the back of her head

blew half her face
and most of her brain

into the surrounding
grass on primrose hill.

No direct witnesses
to the shooting,

no evidence left at the
scene, no motive established.

It had all the hallmarks
of a professional hit.

What's that noise?

[Food crunching]

[Brian mumbling]

What?

Blood sugar.

Ooh, give us one!

Oh, I'm sorry,
the brutal slaying

of one of our own not
absorbing enough for you.

I take your point,
Brian. I tell you what.

Why don't you pass
round the sweets,

and I'll try and think of a way

of making Kate Daniels' death
more entertaining for us all.

[Wrapper crackling]

Sorry.

You say that there
were no direct witnesses.

Do we infer that somebody
at least saw something?

A six-year-old girl
called Patricia Lee

said that she saw
a man running away

from the scene of the
crime, so track her down,

and we'll interview her again.

Murder weapon?

Which brings us
as to why this case

is being reactivated now, Clark.

The murder took
place on the even

of the great storm of '87.

Woke Mary straight
away. I slept right through it!

Me too!

I said to her the next day,
"why didn't you wake me?"

She said I looked
too peaceful to disturb.

Clark!

Much of the integrity
of the crime scene

was lost in the hurricane,
so the case more or less

hung on finding
the murder weapon.

When it wasn't found,
the trail ran cold.

However, six weeks ago,
the underwater search team

looking for a missing person
in a lake in Hertfordshire

discovered a
cache of small arms.

Initial examination
revealed that all

the recovered weapons
are replicas except one.

That's the real one.

Yeah, playing with the office
equipment's done nothing

to dim his powers of
deduction, has it? [Chuckles]

Forensics ran a
routine test of the gun

against ordnance recovered
from unsolved murder cases.

And came up with
a match to the bullet

that killed wpc Daniels, got it.

Prints?

One set, all over, belonging
to a Philip Sheppard.

Low IQ, record for shoplifting
women's underwear,

and two counts of
indecent exposure.

Hardly the profile of
a professional killer.

Well, it's the only
link we've got.

So take a look at him, and
bring me back a portrait.

Why not bring him straight in?

We've got the element
of surprise, so let's use it.

I suggest two teams of
two. Any preferences?

Me and Jack.

What, don't I wash or something?

Jack doesn't like maltesers.

We're gonna take
the flasher. Come on.

[Phone ringing]

Detective superintendent
Pullman's phone.

Now, that's interesting.

What?

I'll ask.

Ma'am, Mr. Bevan
wants to see you upstairs.

I'm busy. What's
interesting, Gerry?

At the time of her death,
Daniels had two units

of alcohol in her bloodstream,

the nicotine from
two cigarettes,

and a portion of pork
scratchings in her stomach.

Now, that would suggest
she'd been to the pub.

So do I tell Mr. Bevan's pa

you're too busy to
see him, ma'am?

No, you tell her
I've popped out,

and you'll give me the
message when I pop back.

I've already said I'll ask,
implying I was asking you,

implying that you
haven't gone out.

Now, she was wearing her
uniform when she was shot.

Uniform do not wear
uniform to go for a pint.

[Clark] Ma'am?

But she was also
wearing her raincoat.

Yeah, but she wasn't due
back on duty, was she?

Why hadn't she changed?

[Clark] Yes or no, ma'am?

No!

She'll be right up.

It's my conviction that
the modern police force

must be fully
conversant in all aspects

of conversing with the
media, print and television.

I'm not against media
open days in principle, sir,

just as long as they don't
involve my unit in practise.

Your unit is the very embodiment

of the way we're able to
think through the divide

between civilian and
police in an unflinching drive

to provide a better
service to our customers.

They're not
performing seals, sir.

No one's asking them to perform!

Just to be themselves!

And if they've managed
to effect the arrest

of the perpetrator of the
murder of wpc Daniels

in time for the
press visit next week,

so much the better.

Next week!

This case has been
lying dormant for 17 years!

What perfect illustration

of our dogged
pursuit of justice.

Make me happy, detective
superintendent. That's your job.

[Lively music]

Close the door on your way out.

[Lively music intensifies]

[Door slams]

[Sighs] What in the
heck are we doing?

You're not taking your
medication, are you?

It was blunting me edge.

Didn't know you had an edge.

[Dog barking]

It suits me to
keep it under wraps

'til the situation demands.

So storming the
samaritans the other day

was your edge
unsheathed, was it?

You know me, Jack.

I'll stop at nothing
to get to the truth.

It's not as if any
harm was caused.

Well, the caller
called back again.

The fact that he called
back is not the point, Brian.

You can only push this
thing so far, you do know that.

I was set up.

My career was
cut unjustly short!

I'm prepared to push
the unearthing of why

as far as it needs pushing.

What about Esther? How far
are you prepared to push her?

Alan waring was duty sergeant

the night Anthony
kaye died in that cell.

He's the one that really knows
what happened back then!

And what about what's
really happening now, Brian?

What about your
deteriorating mental health?

What about your marriage?

What about the very real
possibility that you are looking

for something that
isn't even there.

Who's that?

Now, don't change the subject.

No, I mean, isn't that our man?

Oh, bollocks!

[Lively music]

Miss Pullman.

Right here.

Sorry to keep you.

No, it's good of you to
see us at such short notice.

Well, to be honest,
it took me a moment

to work out what you
were talking about.

What triggered
reopening the case?

We've recently discovered
the murder weapon,

and it's covered in
a set of fingerprints

of somebody we're
currently monitoring.

The killer?

Well, that's why
we're here, Patricia,

to see if there are any details

about the man you
saw all those years ago

which may have
survived in your memory.

If you could positively
identify our suspect

as the man you saw, well then,

it may not shut the lid
on this case completely,

but it will certainly close it

more than it is at the moment.

I was only six.

Yeah, of course you were.

Yeah, well, thanks
for your time.

Though I do get this
recurring nightmare.

Nightmare?

As a child, my
mother used to call it

my running man dream.

- [Dog barking]
- [Keys jangling]

It's me, you daft dog.

[Door clicks]

[Automated voice] You
have two new messages.

[Brian] I'll be home at the
usual time, Esther love, bye.

[Answering machine beeps]

[Alan] You have disgraced me!

You were a disgrace to the
force when they kicked you out,

and you're a disgrace
now in your dotage!

How dare you barge
into an organisation

where I'm highly
respected and accuse me

of conspiracy to a cover-up!

You've jeopardised a man's life!

You've thrown a question
Mark over my character

throughout the
samaritans organisation.

It's defamation, and you will
be hearing from my solicitor!

[Calm music]

Really gets on
my wick, that does.

Eh?

Well, I mean, either
buy a newspaper

or don't a buy a newspaper.

Don't stand there pretending
to choose, reading it for free.

He's not reading,
he's waiting. See?

He keeps glancing into the shop

like he's checking
something out.

[Calm music]

There you go, looks
like he's moved up

from undies to the
women inside them.

[Calm music]

Scruffy, come on!

[Calm music]

[Scruffy barks]

[Door clicks]

Four in 3 1/2 hours.

[Jack] All of similar
build and hair colour.

Petite blonde. Bloody hell!

[Calm music]

What?

You know something?

I think she knew him.

What?

Wpc Daniels.

I think she knew the
bloke who killed her.

I mean, if she was in
that pub on her own,

I would've expected
the quantities of stuff

in her blood and her
stomach to been at least

puh, well, double
of what they were.

She was never a big drinker.

She hardly set foot in a pub.

Her drinking habits were
never mentioned in the case file.

No, I asked around.

Nevertheless, I know women.

Gerry, being
divorced three times

isn't evidence that
you know women,

only that you know
how to piss 'em off.

All right, then, tell me this.

You go into a pub on your own,

how many glasses of
wine are you gonna have?

By myself? One.

Why?

Because more than one,
and some predatory asshole

thinks I'm easy meat
for his reptilian charms.

Yeah, and one drink looks
like you're waiting for someone.

Yeah, or...

Or loading up with Dutch courage

before going on somewhere else.

One glass of wine,
two cigarettes,

a full packet of
pork scratchings,

I mean, not a quarter or a half

you'd expect if she was
sharing 'em with someone.

No, she was in
that boozer alone,

settling her nerves
before coming up here

and meeting her killer.

Philip Sheppard follows
women around town.

He latches onto one,
follows her around for a bit,

latches onto another, and
follows her, and so on and so on.

The question is, is this a
man who could kill a woman?

No, scrap that, the
question actually is,

is this a man who could
kill a policewoman?

No, the real question
is, is this a man

who could kill a policeman in
cold blood in broad daylight?

Is this actually
going somewhere?

Oh, yes, the women we observed

Sheppard following
aren't aware of it.

He doesn't try and touch
them or molest them in any way.

It just seems to be
how he spends his day.

Why?

Nutter.

We followed him following
four different women.

[Marker squeaking]

Woman one, petite blonde.

Woman two, petite blonde.

Woman three, petite blonde,
woman four, petite blonde.

Nutter with a
Barbara windsor fetish.

Wpc Daniels.

Petite blonde.

An ID parade.

We've established that
Sheppard stalks women

matching the description
of Kate Daniels,

so if Patricia Lee
were to give us

a positive ID on Sheppard, well.

And what do I get in return?

The same satisfaction I'll get

when we catch whoever
pulled the trigger 17 years ago.

And the full cooperation of
my boys on your open day.

Is the correct answer.

Book a room.

Oh, c'mon, Esther.

[Phone ringing]

[Automated voice] The mobile-

oh, bloody hell! Turned
her mobile off again!

[Sighs] We've got
the ID for tomorrow.

A tenner says it's
a waste of time.

And before we move
on to the next level,

there's something
I should tell you.

I was in the same year
as Kate Daniels at hendon.

I knew her personally.

Well, does it have a
material bearing on the case?

Well, no, but it may
explain why I seem

a little more driven than usual.

Then you also knew Nick Gilbert.

Nick Gilbert?

Yeah, he's in the case file.

Mentioned in passing, Brian.

Nevertheless, you knew him?

Yeah, yeah, I knew him, but-

who's Nick Gilbert?

And ex-boyfriend of Daniels,
routinely interviewed in '87.

They had an affair at
hendon before he dropped out

without completing the course
and became a security guard.

Gilbert was wounded
in an armed robbery

two years before
Daniels was shot.

Anyway, I just thought
you ought to know

about my friendship with Kate.

Good teams
shouldn't have secrets.

Oh, we appreciate
you telling us.

No worries.

What?

Nothing.

So we crammed a whole
nightclub full of Asian witnesses

into our recreation room, right?

Now, what we don't realise

is that under the
ping-pong table,

there is a telephone
with an outside line.

And for seven solid hours,

220 people ringing India,
Pakistan, Bangladesh,

I mean, any long-distance
number they could think of-

oh, my god!

The bill came to five figures.
My boss slaughtered me!

Typical Gerry.

Too busy rushing around
playing "cagney & Lacey"

to see what was under his nose.

Sex like that with
you as well, was it?

[Women laughing]

Oh, well, I always
found him very attentive.

I'd love to see you
with a female boss.

[Women laughing]

Now, listen, you, this
was a lovely dinner,

and I would like
to propose a toast.

To the women who over
the years have made my life

emotionally richer and
financially poorer, my ex-wives.

- [Women] To the ex-wives.
- [Glasses clinking]

And of course, my
beautiful children!

Caitlin, who taste in
music is keeping me-

young?

No, addicted to aspirin!

And Amelia, having
you, Princess,

made being married
to her almost bearable.

What a cheeky sod!

[Gerry] Amelia!

[Women] Amelia!

And of course Paula,
the kind of daughter

that any man would give
his eye teeth for, Paula.

[Women] Paula!

And her baby.

[Women] Paula's baby.

What did you just say?

You heard, dad.

Baby?

To grandpa Gerry.

[Women] To grandpa Gerry!

Why? The question is, why?

No, Brian, the question
is, where is she now?

No, the question is, why
has she turned her mobile off?

No, no, no, no.

C'mon, lad, get a grip!

The question is,
where are my pills?

Then where is Esther,
then is the dog with Esther

or somewhere else,
and then, why is Esther,

wherever she is with
or without the dog

when she should be here?

Okay, okay, focus, question one,

question one is,
where are me pills?

My pills are, my pills are-

[thunder rumbles]

Down the lavatory.

So Sandra, can
you tell me what is it

you're hoping to gain
from these sessions?

[Thunder rumbling]

Well, um, I'd like
to come to grips

with certain destructive
patterns of behaviour in my life.

Destructive to?

Mainly myself, but
also, also to others.

The last relationship I had
was with a married man.

In fact, most of
my relationships,

when I think about
it, have been with men

involved with other women.

- [Rain pattering]
- [Thunder rumbles]

Can you tell me the
first time this happened?

During my training at
hendon police college.

[Rain pattering]

Go on.

Two other recruits had
started seeing each other, and I,

well, I couldn't
have that, could I?

Why couldn't you?

I've always been
excessively competitive

in whatever I do,
wherever I am, I can't help it.

And at hendon, I had
to be the top recruit,

but I also had to be the most
popular with the girls, and,

and the most
attractive to the guys.

And this other girl, Kate,
she had it all going for her.

[Calm music]

Everyone liked her.

I was the top recruit,
but everyone liked her

more as a person, you see.

As I say, all my life,
I've aimed at being

the best in whatever I do.

[Calm music]

But it's not the
same as trying to be

the best person I can be, is it?

And winning things,
prizes, awards,

other people's
fellas, not the same.

[Calm music]

No.

[Pencil scratching]

What's that you're
writing? Bitch?

Breakthrough, with a small b.

[Calm classical music]

[Jack humming]

One of my more
superior efforts, Mary,

if you don't mind me saying so.

[Doorbell ringing]

[Rain pattering]

She left me, Jack.

She's only gone
and bloody left me.

She's even taken the dog!

How bad must it be to
take a dog you can't abide?

Buckle up, Mary, it's
gonna be a long night.

I know, I know, I should've
knocked on his door

and asked him how he was!

The man was
sobbing his heart out!

You know me, you
were always much better

at that sorta thing.

Anyway, Esther's
only gone to her sister's

in the cockfosters.

He's coming, speak later.

Sleep well?

Well, I got off about two.

Well, that's a good six hours.

Woke up again
at half-past three.

Tried getting off again by
reading over the case file.

[Jack] And?

Didn't work.

Oh, dear.

Something started
niggling at me.

[Jack] Yes?

I'm not sure.

Can you be a bit more specific?

Nick Gilbert, one-time
boyfriend of Kate Daniels,

dropped out of hendon
police college April 1985.

Various jobs, then taken on
by a security firm October '85.

Wounded in service January '86.

You think Gilbert
went after Daniels.

Rage of a jilted lover.

Like I said, I'm not sure.

Right, thanks, bye.

Patricia Lee's just
arrived, so I'll take her

to the ID parade,
you two observe.

Just carry on.

If she gives us a positive ID,

then we'll move to
interview immediately.

And Brian, you stay with Clark

and rehearse the
answers to the questions

that bevan sent down for
his media open day next week.

What answers?

What questions?

What media bloody open day?

Come on!

[Lively music]

Take all the time
you need, Patricia.

[Lively music continues]

What, in your view,
is the major difference

in the police now compared
to when you first joined?

The cars are faster.

[Sighs] In answer
to this question,

Mr. Bevan wants you to
talk about the application

of technology and the
push towards smart policing.

Smart policing?

[Clark] Yeah.

Well, like nicer uniforms?

I don't think that's
what's meant

by the term smart
in this context.

Let me ask you a question!

[Clark] About these questions?

- No, about Nick Gilbert.
- [Clark] But Mr. Bevan means-

but nothing, just listen.

Nick Gilbert met Kate
Daniels at police college.

In his interview in '87, he
said he was her first real love.

They had a passionate affair,

but something happened,
it didn't work out.

Now, Gilbert
dropped out of hendon

a few weeks before
the end of training.

Okay.

He can't be a copper,

so he goes into a
related line of work.

Security.

Becomes a guard
on security vans,

in the course of which he's
a victim of an armed robbery.

He's shot and confined
to a wheelchair.

Now, any link between
Gilbert and the gang responsible

is dismissed owing
to the severity

of the injuries he sustained.

However, my question
to you, if you were robbing

a security Van and you
wanted to immobilise

the guard inside, where
would you shoot him?

In the head?

You'll notice, clarky,
I said immobilise,

not kill instantly in an
unnecessary bloodbath.

The leg.

The leg, very good! Leg.

Or the foot.

Let's just stick with the leg.

Both legs.

One leg would probably suffice.

But two to make sure.

It's a 30-second
situation, Clark.

You shoot the man in the leg,

he's really not going anywhere.

But if I've already
shot him in one leg,

he's kind of stuck in situ

while I shoot him
in the other one.

Might as well, bang
number one, he can't move.

Bang number two, he
really, really can't move.

Get your coat, son.

I feel such a fool. I'm sorry.

Well, it's been
17 years, Patricia.

And you did say there
as only a 50-50 chance.

Hold on, I've got an idea!

Patricia, will you
come with me, please?

Just hang on.

Now, you sit here, Patricia.

And whatever you hear and
whatever you see, just sit there.

You're perfectly safe.

Do you have a bad
feeling about this?

I don't have a particularly
good feeling about this.

I'm gonna stop him.

[Alarm blaring]

I was just gonna say, too late!

All right, we got a fire
alarm. Everyone out!

[Alarm blaring]

[Footsteps clomping]

[Woman screaming]

Running man.

Number four.

[Gerry] Are you sure?

Number four, definitely.

[Chuckles] Philip Sheppard.

Do you have any
idea what you've done?

We had to make a positive
ID of a major suspect.

You caused the
unnecessary evacuation

- of the entire building.
- I thought that if we-

I set off the alarm to
create similar conditions

to those in which our witness

originally saw the suspect, sir.

This sort of thing
is not your style,

detective superintendent.

We now have a firm
ID on a prime suspect.

You're right, the alarm probably

should not have been set off.

Probably!

But ask any of the officers
temporarily inconvenienced

right now, and I think
they'll say they're glad it was.

You will consider this
an official reprimand.

Yes sir, thank you, sir.

Now, get out!

You didn't have to do that.

Bevan didn't want
you in the first place.

That would've been the
excuse to get rid of you.

Yeah, well, thanks a lot.

Don't thank me,
he's got a point.

You're contradictory,
reactionary, and ill disciplined.

But?

You're occasionally inspired.

She thinks i'm
occasionally inspired!

You think she's finished.

Put me in that position again,

and I'll have your
balls for earrings.

Now she's finished.

Have a smoke?

You like blondes,
don't you, Philip?

Blondes have more fun.

I like to have more fun, too.

So you follow
blondes for your fun.

Well, there's no law saying
you can't walk behind people.

Wanna bet?

You like guns, too,
don't you, Philip.

Guns are boring.

You used to.

- Maybe.
- There's no maybe about it.

We found all your guns in the
lake where you dumped them.

Why did you do that?

I got into knives, and swords.

I ran out of room, so I
dumped all my guns in the lake.

What if kids had found 'em?

They was all harmless
replicas. I collected replicas.

All but one.

I'm now showing Mr. Sheppard

a Browning nine-millimeter
automatic pistol.

Sorry to have to come
round and take you

over old ground, Mr. Gilbert.

Well, sometimes the
past just won't release us

'til it's good and ready, huh?

Tell me about it.

Oh, yes, of course.
No offence intended.

None taken.

Yes, Kate Daniels was a
smashing girl by all accounts.

Not a day goes by that
I don't think about her,

who she was back
then, who she'd be today.

My, oh my! [Laughs]

[Water bubbling]

[Nick] Meet the wife and kids.

Sorry?

Part of rehab for paraplegics

is coming to terms with
loss of sexual function.

You're encouraged to divert
your energies into hobbies.

Used to keep a couple
a guppies meself,

but nothing on this scale.

No, I was strictly
a freshwater man.

Marine's a whole other
kettle of fish. [Laughs]

You know, you really
don't have to patronise me.

Oh, I can assure you,
Mr. Gilbert, I wouldn't.

Only somebody
incredibly condescending

would go along with
the idea that these tanks

were a substitute
for female company.

I didn't believe they
were for a moment.

[Laughs] Tell you the truth,

you have us at a disadvantage.

We were rather expecting
you in a wheelchair.

Sorry to disappoint you.

No, no, it's wonderful news.

But you were in one in 1987
when you were interviewed

about the Kate Daniels murder.

Yeah, I was.

Yeah, the result
of you being shot

during a robbery, was it?

The bullet went through my leg,

ricocheted off the Van floor,

the Van walls, and into my back.

That's right, I remember.

Detective superintendent
Pullman was explaining it to me.

Pullman.

Yeah, she's our boss.

Sandra Pullman.

Of course, you were at
hendon together, weren't you?

[Laughs] Well, she'll
be over the moon

to hear you're
back on your feet.

So when she asks
me how it came about,

what should I tell her?

Take a look in the tank,

in the treasure chest,
what do you see?

What do you see,
Clark? I'm long-sighted.

It's a bullet.

New surgical techniques
meant they were finally

able to remove it
three years ago.

Relieved the pressure
on my spinal cord,

gave me limited
movement in my legs.

Remarkable.

Really?

14 years too late as
far as I'm concerned.

Best years of my
life completely lost.

On medication for the duration.

I couldn't trouble you
for a cuppa, could I?

Golly, all this water's
giving me a raging thirst.

[Water bubbling]

[Suspenseful music]

You see her in the
pub or on the street,

don't realise she's
a policewoman

'cause she's wearing a raincoat.

You follow her to primrose hill.

You hide in a bush like
the sad little perv you are,

and you watch her.

I didn't shoot no policewoman!

Okay, I accept that.
You didn't shoot her.

But you did follow
her to primrose hill,

and you did watch her.

I didn't shoot her!

I'm not saying you shot her.

I'm suggesting you
saw the person who did!

[Calm music]

You saw her shot.

Now, did the killer Chuck the
weapon into the undergrowth?

Did they then just stroll
away from the scene,

and did you climb
out of your hidey-hole,

step over a dead woman,
and retrieve the gun?

Tell me, Philip, how close am I?

I didn't have to
climb over no one!

After he shot her,
he wiped the gun,

put it in a brown paper bag,

and stuffed it in the
bottom of her bin.

And then just walked off.

- Yeah.
- And what did you do?

Well, I collected
guns, didn't I?

So I collected it.

[Eerie music]

[People chattering]

[Gerry] Hey!

What?

Stop crucifying yourself.

You got Sheppard to admit
that he saw the shooter.

His description of the
killer bordered on useless.

C'mon, cheer up. I
mean, think about it.

A total lack of
decent witnesses,

the location, the bloody
great storm afterwards.

It's hardly surprising that
the original investigation

stalled at the first fence.

No, you got a lot
further than most.

Yeah, well, not far enough.

Anyway, your repeated
prediction of defeat

has been completely borne out.

You must be unbearably
chuffed with yourself.

Yesterday perhaps, not today.

Why? What's happened
in the last 24 hours?

I have learned that I am
gonna be a grandfather.

You're joking!

No, I'm not. Paula, the oldest.

The coven gathered
last night to tell me.

Well, that's
wonderful! New life!

A whole new
generation of little gerrys

to teach how to say,
"you're nicked, you slag."

Congratulations.

- [Sandra laughing]
- [Phone ringing]

Pullman.

Clark, Clark, say that again,
only much, much slower.

Need a little bit of salt.

Next one along.

This is Mary's
condiment cupboard!

Esther thinks it
makes more sense

to keep the condiments in
a cupboard above the oils.

Orange squash?

Cupboard under the sink.

Near the taps.

It's a most systemic
approach to the kitchen arena.

[Phone ringing]

Tell me, Brian,
where would Esther

prefer to keep the telephone?

In the hall.

[Phone ringing]

[Brian slurping]

Jack halford.

Jack, where's the idiot savant?

Clarky can't raise
him at his house.

That's because he's here,
and I'm about to kill him.

Please don't tell me I can't.

Look, all I'm saying
is it's very difficult

for a lad like Clark
to tell a senior officer

what he can and can't-

he's not a senior officer!

You're none of you anything
senior except citizens!

Excuse me, I'm only 57!

Do the rules of evidence
mean anything to you?

Taking the bullet from his
flat makes it inadmissible!

I had no choice!

Merely asking for
the damned thing

would arouse suspicion
enough for him to refuse!

Which is why we
have official channels.

I was thinking on me feet.

Whatever you were
doing on your feet,

you certainly weren't thinking.

You have potentially
jeopardised not just the case

but this entire unit
because if word gets out

that not only are we,
are we cutting corners

but maybe even forgetting
that the corners exist,

we're closed down.

I'm sorry.

I got carried away.

I'm under a lot...

It's all right, Brian.

No, it's not bloody all right!

Gerry is about to
become a grandfather.

You are still coming to
terms with being a widower.

We've all got our
problems, Jack.

The difference is,
we leave 'em at home.

We've got another
bullet from the gun

that killed Daniels,
linking her murder

to an armed robbery
and a new witness.

Yeah, who I've
now got to interview

with one hand behind my back.

That's a bit harsh.

You think she's finished.

One more thing.

Amazingly intuitive
work, Brian. Thank you.

Gerry, Clark, you're with me.

Jack, take him home,

and tie him to something
large and immobile.

Now she's finished. Granddad.

You heard the lady,
c'mon. Let's get you home.

And where would that be, Jack?

Without Esther, I
don't have a home.

I understand, Brian.

[Laughing] How can
you possibly understand?

Hey, you mislaid
your wife. I lost mine!

This is what they've wanted
all along, to destroy me!

Oh, for pity's sake, man.

They won't rest 'til
I've lost everything!

My job, my marriage, my mind.

Who, Brian?

For weeks, I've
listened to you rattle on

about a conspiracy
to destroy you

that started the night a drug
dealer died on your watch.

But you never
say who's behind it.

Do you see? You never say who.

Waring knows who!

Alan waring knows nothing.

You know how I know? I
rang him and asked him.

I didn't kick his front door in

or creep up behind him
with hankie full of chloroform.

I rang him and told him
what you'd been going through

and asked him if he knew
what you were on about,

and he didn't have a clue.

What else do you
expect him to say?

You've got to stop this,

gotta face the
truth and move on.

It's the truth i'm
trying to face!

No, it's the truth
you're trying to avoid

with all this
conspiracy nonsense.

But you know what the
truth really is, don't you?

No!

The truth is that
that like legions

of stressed coppers before you,

you took pills and
drink in order to cope.

- No, no.
- And you made a mistake.

- No!
- You're mortal, Brian!

You're just like the rest of us,

and if you don't believe me,

look how completely lost
you are without your Esther.

[Calm music]

[Brian sobbing]

Well, well, well, Sandra
Pullman, you look-

be nice.

Like a copper.

Well, seeing as
that's what I am,

I'll take that as a compliment.

Who'd a thought, eh?

All those years ago that Kate
would end up in the ground,

me a cripple, and you a
detective superintendent.

Ain't life a bitch.

No, no, it's much
worse than that.

Anyway, it's
late, and I'm tired,

and 19 years ago I really
hoped never to see you again.

So what do you want?

I just wanna talk
about you, Nick.

Wouldn't this be easier
if I just rang the doorbell?

Would Spencer Tracy
ring the doorbell?

Esther knows I'm no
good at all that stuff.

We've come to show
her the new Brian,

and the new Brian is bloody
marvellous at all that stuff.

Go on, off you go!

[Brian yells]

[Brian thuds]

[Brian] Bloody hell!

[Car window humming]

[Jack exhales loudly]

Tell me about the shooting.

She was shot on primrose hill.

Not hers, yours.

Mine.

Getting a bullet in
the back was a terrible-

tragedy, yes, thank
you. Now can I go?

I wasn't gonna say tragedy.
I was gonna say mistake.

The gang only meant
to shoot you in the leg,

isn't that right?

How would I know?

'Cause I suspect that
was the arrangement.

A single slug to the leg.

Heroic status for taking
one in the line of duty.

A lot of blood, minimal
long-term damage,

and more importantly,
minimal suspicion

that you were the
man on the inside.

You know, Kate was twice
the woman you were, Sandra.

And yet, you
still slept with me.

You offered it up on a plate.

I'm not making any
excuses for myself.

Sleeping with you was
the worst mistake of my life.

And I faked every orgasm.

Now, let's get back to
the robbery, shall we?

How much was your cut?

How much more for
the pop in the leg?

Okay, how much extra in
compensation for the ricochet

in the back and being
confined to a wheelchair?

Oh, now we're getting
somewhere. So no compensation?

Still, you were
never one to settle

for less than your fair share,

as demonstrated by sleeping
with me whilst being with Kate.

So what did you do?
Threaten the gang?

"More money, or I'll squeal."

If you're not gonna
charge me, I'd like to go.

I didn't bring you in
here to charge you, Nick.

Jesus, you were always
a self-centered prick.

This isn't about you.

This is about a
woman who was better

than the two of us put together.

Then let her rest in peace!

I can't until I know
who killed her!

You're calling me self-centered?

How'd you get
her involved, Nick?

She was a promising
young policewoman.

She owed me.

She owed you.

When she found out about
our little fling at hendon,

I begged her to forgive
me, but she wouldn't.

It destroyed me so
much, I dropped out.

Is that the truth? I
want the truth, Nick.

You betrayed Kate
once by sleeping with me.

You did it a second time
by getting her involved

with an armed robbery.

Are you gonna
betray her a third time

by letting the bastards that
killed her get away with it?

[Calm music]

Tell me the truth, Nick.

Tell me the truth, and
let's lay this case to rest

once and for all.

Esther!

[Scruffy barking]

Esther, it's me, Brian!

Esther!

Brian?

It's me!

[Scruffy barking]

Brian! Shh, quiet!

Come on home, love.

What?

Yeah, I'm finished
with it, Esther.

Finished with Anthony
kaye? With the conspiracy?

With harassing people
that only you seem to think

are involved in some
sort of cover-up?

I know I can't change
what's happened.

I can only let it destroy
us, and I don't want that.

I won't let it, I want a
future with the woman

I love more than anything
else in the world, and me dog.

And I'm back on me pills.

Forgive me, forgive me,

and bloody well
come home with me.

Oh, I'm getting to
old for this, Mary love.

I promise you, as
soon as he goes home,

I'll put everything
back in its rightful place.

What do you mean,
assuming he does go home?

Esther!

Oh! Thank you, thank you!

[Scruffy barking]

[Car window humming]

I was going nowhere in security,

and all the time, I was
aware of you and Kate

getting your inexorable
rise up the force.

[Calm music]

So when I was
approached about a job,

well, you know me
and temptation, Sandra.

Go on.

And yeah, the bullet in the leg

was supposed to be my alibi.

It was meant to
be a flesh wound.

And afterwards, when I
demanded a bigger cut

to compensate for
getting it in the back,

I was told
unceremoniously to piss off.

You do surprise me.

I tried blackmailing them,
but they called my bluff.

So I approached Kate with a view

to handing her the whole thing.

Armed robbery
would be a big feather

in a young constable's cap.

Not to mention absolution
for cheating on her.

You don't get
anything for nothing.

And I guess she hadn't
managed to completely snuff out

all her feelings for me.

When she saw the state I was in,

she told me she couldn't
let me throw away

what was left of my life.

She said that she
would talk to the gang

on my behalf in
her official capacity,

scare them into coughing
up what I was owed.

Only they weren't so
easily scared, were they?

And killing her shut
you both up for good.

[Calm music]

Names, addresses,
telephone numbers,

whatever you've got, Nick.

We owe it to Kate, both of us.

[Calm music]

[Calm music intensifies]

Shit! Bevan!

And our primary goal is,
of course, crime solution.

To this end, i'm
pleased to introduce you

to one of our newest and
most successful initiatives.

This has involved
the re-recruitment

of retired officers to a unit

that utilises their
vast experience.

As I speak, we are
arresting the killer

of a policewoman
murdered nearly 20 years ago

as a direct result of
investigation by these men.

They'll be only too happy
to answer any questions

you may have about any
aspect of their operation.

Their minds are as sharp
now as in their heyday.

[Investigator snoring]

Mid-morning nap.

Pullman!

[Upbeat music]

♪ it's alright, it's okay

♪ it doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey ♪

♪ it's alright, I
say, it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's alright,
we're doing fine ♪

♪ it doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ it's alright, I
say, it's okay ♪

♪ we're getting to
the end of the day ♪

♪ high tech, low
tech, take your pick, ♪

♪ 'cause you can't teach an
old dog a brand-new trick ♪

♪ I don't care what
anybody says ♪

♪ at the end of the day

♪ there's a place
that I can't find ♪

♪ a drink or two
to ease my mind ♪