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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 ♪