All language subtitles for New.Tricks.S01E01.ID.Parade.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track03

Warm, warm, warm, warm.

Warmer, warmer, warmer, warmer.

Hot!

- 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 my pass,

unlimited travel,
any place, any time!

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
wearing helped to get me kicked out!

You wanna be more careful who
you accept as volunteers. The man's...

- I can call an ambulance for you...
- In here.

But I'm gonna need your
address. Yes, I've got a pen.

Hello, Alan.

Remember me?

♪ It's all right. It's ok

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

♪ it's all right. I say, it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right. Doing fine

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

♪ it's all right. I say, it's ok

♪ we're getting to
the end of the day

♪ hi tech, low
tech take your pick

♪ cos 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 sod who
was about to top himself

and cut the line to
get his full attention.

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 October 1987.

Silenced bullet to the back
of the 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?

- Blood sugar.
- What?

- Blood sugar.
- Oh, give us one.

Oh, I'm sorry.

The brutal slaying of one of our
own not absorbing enough for you?

Why don't you pass
round the sweets

and I'll try to make Kate Daniels'
death more entertaining for us all?

Sorry.

You say 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,

so we'll interview her again.

Murder weapon?

Which brings us as to why this
case has been re-activated. Clark.

The murder took place on the
Eve of the great storm of '87.

Woke Mary straight
away. I slept right through it.

Me too.

I said to her, "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,

wrapped in plastic,
stuffed inside a bin liner.

Clarky, please, spare us
the carefully paced build-up.

They found the gun, right?

The carefully build-up
has been carefully paced

to maximise retention of
all relevant details. Problem?

- No, no, I haven't got a problem.
- I want this woman's killer caught.

Initial examination revealed that all
the recovered weapons were replicas,

except one.

- That's a real one.
- Playing with the office equipment's

done nothing to dim his
powers of deduction, has it?

Forensics ran a routine test of the gun against
ordnance recovered from unsolved murder cases.

And it came up with a match for 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. Let's use it.

I suggest two teams of
two. Any preferences?

- Me and Jack.
- Don't I wash or something?

Jack doesn't like maltesers.

We'll take the flasher. Come on.

"1983, Sheppard nicks knickers."

"1984, nicks more
knickers and a bra."

"1984, just a bra. 1985, more bras
and a packet of suspender belts."

We're getting saucier.

"1986, thong Teddy."

You're a man of the world, Jack.
What the bloody hell's a thong Teddy?

Don't ask me.

I never needed my wife to dress up
like a pornographic Christmas Turkey.

Thong Teddy.

(Phone rings)

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.

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've popped back.

I've said I'll ask,

implying 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.

- Ma'am?
- She was also wearing her raincoat.

But she wasn't due back on
duty. Why hadn't she changed?

- 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 televisual.

I'm not against media
open days in principle,

so long as they don't
include my unit in practice.

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.

I think you
underestimate your team.

Between them, they've given more briefings and
press conferences than you've had hot dinners.

And as a consequence,
Jack halford loathes the press.

Gerry standing's likely to turn
it into the Gerry standing show.

- As for Brian Lane...
- What about Brian Lane?

Let's just say that the last
thing you need by way of PR

is Brian Lane pressing
the flesh of the fourth estate.

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 more perfect illustration
of our dogged pursuit of justice?

Make me happy,
detective superintendent.

That's your job.

Close the door on your way out.

You're not taking your
medication, are you?

It was blunting my edge.

I didn't know you had an edge.

It suits me to keep it under
wraps till the situation demands.

So, storming the
samaritans the other day

was your "edge"
unsheathed, was it?

You know me, Jack. 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's needs pushing.

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

Alan wearing 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?

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?
- Don't change the subject!

No, I mean isn't that our man?

Oh, bollocks!

Yeah, I've been toying with
the idea of glasses for a while.

What do you think?

Like Nana mouskouri's
retarded half-brother.

What do you mean, "you've been
toying with the idea of glasses"?

You either need
them or you don't.

Ah, no. You get the right
pair, can take years off.

Off your eyes, but
not your wrinkles,

or your paunch, or
your thinning hair.

All right, all right!

Leave me with a crumb
of bleeding dignity.

David Dickinson.

Yeah, but without the
"David" or the "inson".

Miss Pullman?

Thank you.

Sorry to keep you.

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

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.

It's covered in the fingerprints
of somebody we're monitoring.

The killer?

Well, that's why we're here,

to see if there are any details about
the man you saw all those years ago

which may have
survived in your memory.

But you said you have
his fingerprints, so...

It's surprising how many pairs of
hands a gun goes through in its life.

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.

Now, steady. Steady.

I have tailed people
before, you know?

Yeah. We don't wanna lose him.

And there was I thinking the
whole point of going this slowly

was an exercise
in clutch control.

(Lorry's horn blares)

- Perhaps we'd be better on foot.
- What if he breaks into a run?

Hang on, he's stopping.

Glove compartment.
Disabled sticker.

You sly old bugger.
They're like gold dust these.

Unless your wife
happens to be disabled,

then it's all completely
above board.

Until they find out
she passed away.

Do you want to pay for a ticket?

Result!

Hardly.

She said she'd recognise
him if she saw him again.

She said she's 50 per cent
sure she'd recognise him,

which, in my book, means it's 100 per
cent absolutely bloody certain she won't.

I never took you for a
glass-half-empty person, Gerry.

If running man and Philip
Sheppard are one and the same,

we could be hours
away from nailing this.

Yeah. Well, it's a nice thought.

(Dog barks)

It's me, you daft dog.

You have two new messages.

I'll be home at the usual
time, Esther love. Bye.

You're a disgrace, Lane!

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 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!

- Really gets on my wick, that does.
- Eh?

Well, I mean, either buy a
newspaper or don't buy a newspaper.

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

He's not reading. He's waiting.

See? Keeps glancing into the shop,
like he's checking something out.

Eh, up. Looks like he's moved up
from undies to the women inside them.

Scruffy? Come on!

Four in three and a half hours.

All of similar
build, hair colour.

Petite blonde.

Bloody hell!

What?

We're currently surrounded
by six and a half million people

and yet, you could
just walk up to me,

shoot me in the back of the
head and then walk away scot-free.

Yeah, well, if somebody wants to
do something badly enough, they will.

But, "walk away scot-free",
I don't believe in scot-free.

Never have, never will.

Mm. This Sushi's fantastic.

Try some.

No, thanks, no. Don't
wanna ruin my appetite.

The girls are
treating me tonight.

That's nice.

You see, periodically,

the women in my life compare
me to other men they've known

and then throw a nice
little supper in my honour.

For you or at you?

Sorry.

No, I actually think it says
a lot that they stay in touch.

I'm a naughty boy,
Sandra, not a bastard.

Wanna 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 have been at least
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 file.

No, I... I asked around.

Nevertheless, I know women.

Gerry, supper or no supper,

being divorced three times isn't
evidence that you know women,

only that you know
how to piss them off.

All right then. Tell me this.
You go into a pub on your own,

how many glasses of
wine you gonna have?

By myself? One.

Why?

Because more than one and some predatory arsehole
thinks I'm easy meat for his reptilian charms.

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 them.

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 round 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 policewoman

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.

Just seems to be
how he spends his day.

- Why?
- Nutter.

We follow him following
four different women.

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.

Petite blonde.

An ID parade?

We've established that Sheppard stalks women
matching the description of Kate Daniels.

If Patricia Lee were to give us a
positive ID on Sheppard, well...

And what do I get in return?

The same satisfaction that 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, come on, Esther.

- The mobile...
- Oh, bloody hell!

Turned her mobile off again.

We've got the ID for tomorrow.

Tenner says it's
a waste of time.

Erm...

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 any
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?

An 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.

It was hooved up in
the sweep at the time.

I just thought you ought to know
about my friendship with Kate.

Good teams
shouldn't have secrets.

We appreciate you telling us.

No worries.

What?

Nothing.

So, we cram 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 ring India, Pakistan,

Bangladesh, 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?

Oh, I always found
him very attentive.

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

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!

To the ex-wives!

And, of course, my
beautiful children.

Caitlin, whose taste in
music is keeping me...

- Young.
- No, addicted to aspirin.

And Amelia.

Having you, Princess, made
being married to her almost bearable.

You cheeky sod!

- Amelia!
- Amelia.

And, of course, Paula.

The kind of daughter any
man would give his eyeteeth for.

- Paula.
- Paula.

And her baby.

Paula's baby!

What did you just say?

You heard, dad.

Baby?

To grandpa Gerry.

Grandpa Gerry.

How?

Well, I don't know how
much you know already,

but first a man takes
off his trousers...

It's not funny, Paula!

It's not bloody funny at all.

What does whatshisname
think about all this?

I haven't told him.

- It's none of his business.
- How could you be so careless!

You know what this means?

I'm gonna be lumbered with that prat as the
father of my grandchild for the rest of my life.

He is not the father. He
is merely the sperm donor.

Paula, a child need two parents.

Mum said you'd say that.

She told me to remind you

that when she totalled up the number
of hours you were actually around,

it amounted to approximately
one and a half days out of seven.

Well, what about money? Huh?

Let me tell you,
babies need money,

and lots of it,
from the first day.

- Who's gonna pay for it?
- I'm working.

Who's gonna look after
it while you're at work?

I can't believe
you just said that.

You do know which
century we're in now?

Listen, Paula, this is
reality and this is you.

Now, how do you propose
that we bring these two together

without me writing
out a big fat cheque

for a load of dosh
that I just don't have?

How long have you had
this obsession with money?

For as long as my ex-wives
started relieving me of most of it.

So, she went out shopping,
she brought the shopping home.

She put the shopping on
the kitchen table, unpacked.

Unusual for Esther,
very unusual.

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.

Come on, 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? Ok, ok.

Focus.

Question one.

Question one is...

Where are my pills?

My pills are...

My pills are...

down the lavatory.

So, Sandra,

can you tell me, what is it you're
hoping to gain from these sessions?

Well, erm...

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.

Can you tell me the
first time this happened?

During my training at
hendon police college.

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, erm...

at hendon, I had
to be the top recruit.

But I also had to be the
most popular with the girls.

Erm...

And, erm, the most
attractive to the guys.

And this other girl, Kate,

she had it all going for her.

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.

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.

No.

What's that you're writing?

Bitch?

Breakthrough, with a small "b".

One of my more superior efforts,
Mary, if you don't me saying so.

(Doorbell rings)

She's 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 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 sort of thing.

Anyway, Esther's only gone
to her sister's in cockfosters.

He's coming. Speak later.

Sleep well?

I got off about two.

Well, that's a good six hours.

Woke up again
at half past three.

Oh, that's not so good.

Tried getting off again by
reading over the case file.

- And?
- Didn't work.

Oh, dear.

Something started
niggling at me.

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?

The rage of a jilted lover?

Like I said, I'm not sure.

- Toast?
- No, no.

I'm not hungry.

Right, thanks bye.

Patricia Lee's arrived, 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.

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!

Take all the time
you need, Patricia.

A pony says she spots him.

A monkey says she won't.

What, in your view, is the
major difference in the police now,

compared to when
you first joined?

The cars are faster.

In answer to this question,
mr bevan wants you to talk

about the application of technology
in the push towards smart policing.

- Smart policing?
- Yeah.

What, 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.

About these questions?

No, about Nick Gilbert.

But mr bevan...

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.

Gilbert dropped out of hendon a
few weeks before the end of training.

Ok.

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
the victim of an armed robbery,

is 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 blood bath.

The leg?

The leg.

Very good.

Leg.

Or the foot.

- Let's just stick with the leg.
- Or both legs.

- One leg would probably suffice.
- But two to make sure.

It's a 30 second
situation, Clark.

You shoot a man in the
leg, he's 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.

It's been 17 years, Patricia.

And you did say there
was 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.

- (Fire alarm rings)
- I was just gonna say too late.

Fire alarm. Come out. Out!

- Running man?
- Number four.

- Are you sure?
- Number four, definitely.

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...
- 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.

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

- 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.

Smoke?

I like your hair.

Oi! When you talk to detective
superintendent Pullman,

you look her in the face, right?

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 them?

They was all harmless replicas.

I collected replicas.

All but one.

I'm now showing mr Sheppard

a Browning nine
millimetre automatic pistol.

Sorry to have to come round and
take you over old ground, mr Gilbert,

but sometimes the past just won't
release us until it's good and ready.

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...

- 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.

I used to keep a couple of guppies
myself, but nothing on this scale.

No, I was strictly
a freshwater man.

Marine's a whole
other kettle of fish.

You really don't
have to patronise me.

I can assure you,
mr Gilbert, I wouldn't.

Only somebody 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.

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 Kate Daniels' murder?

Yes, 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?

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 longsighted.

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?

All this water's given
me a raging thirst.

You see her in the
pub or on the street.

Don't realise she's a policewoman
as she's wearing her 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!

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

-You did follow her to primrose hill.
-I didn't shoot her.

I'm not saying you shot her!

I'm suggesting you
saw the person who did!

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 a bin.

- And then just walked off?
- Yeah.

And what did you do?

Well, I collected
guns, didn't I?

So...

i collected it.

Oi!

- What?
- Stop crucifying yourself.

You got Sheppard to admit
that he saw the shooter.

His description of the
killer bordered on useless.

Come on, 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.

- You got a lot further than most.
- 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.

I thought that was a
supper in your honour.

- Surprise!
- That's wonderful!

New life. A new
generation of little gerrys

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

Congratulations.

(Mobile phone rings)

Pullman.

Clark. Clark, say that again,

only much, much slower.

Could do with a 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 more systematic
approach to the kitchen arena.

(Phone rings)

Tell me, Brian, where would
Esther prefer to keep the telephone?

In the hall.

Jack halford.

Jack, you won't believe
what's just come up.

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.

All I'm saying is it's very
difficult for a lad like Clark

to tell a senior
officer what he can...

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!

Asking for the thing would arouse
suspicion enough for him to refuse.

Which is why we
have official channels.

I was thinking on my feet.

Whatever you were
doing, you weren't thinking!

You have jeopardised, not
just the case, but this entire unit!

If word gets out that, not
only 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 them at home.

We've got another bullet
from the gun that killed Daniels

and a new witness.

Yeah, who I've got to now interview
with one hand behind my back!

- It'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, grandad.

You heard the lady. Come on.

Let's get you home.

And where would that be, Jack?

Without Esther, I
don't have a home.

I understand, Brian.

How can you possibly understand?

Hey!

You mislaid your
wife. I lost mine!

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

Oh, for pity's sake, man.

They won't rest till
I've lost everything.

My job, my marriage, my mind.

Who, Brian? For weeks
I've listened to you rattle on

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!

Wearing knows who.

Alan wearing 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.

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.

Face the truth and move on.

It's the truth I'm
trying to face.

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, like legions of
stressed coppers before you,

you took pills and
drink in order to cope.

- No.
- And you mad 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.

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.

Have they given you tea, coffee?

It was offered. I refused.
I don't, remember?

Of course.

And anyway, at
this time of night...

Yeah, I have to
apologise for that.

It's just that, when
your name came up,

- i couldn't wait to see you.
- I am flattered.

You should be.

Who'd have thought, eh?

All those years ago...

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 want to talk
about you, Nick.

Wouldn't this be easier
if I 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 now. Off you go.

Ah!

Bloody hell!

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 a mistake.

The gang only meant to shoot
you in the leg, isn't that right?

- How would I know?
- Cos 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?

Ok. 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 going to
charge me, I'd like to go.

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

Jesus, you were always
a self-centred prick.

This isn't about you.

This is about a woman who
was better than the two of us.

Then let her rest in peace.

-I can't until I know who killed her!
-You're calling me self-centred?

How'd you get her involved?
She was a promising 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?

Tell me the truth,
Nick. Tell me the truth,

and let's lay this case
to rest, once and for all.

Esther!

Esther! It's me, Brian.

Esther!

Brian?

- It's me.
- (Dog barks)

Brian? Shh, be quiet!

- Come on home, love.
- What?

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 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 my dog.

And I'm back on my pills.

Forgive me.

Forgive me...

and bloody well
come home with me.

I'm getting too 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.

I was going nowhere in security

and all the time I was
aware of you and Kate

beginning your
inexorable rise up the force.

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, erm, they called my bluff.

And 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.

Names, addresses, telephone
numbers. Whatever you've got, Nick.

We owe it to Kate.

Both of us.

Shit! Bevan!

Our primary goal is, of
course, crime solution.

To this end, I am
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.

(Snoring)

Mid-morning nap.

Pullman!

♪ It's all right. It's ok

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

♪ it's all right. I say, it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right. Doing fine

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

♪ it's all right. I say, it's ok

♪ we're getting to
the end of the day

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tech take your pick

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

♪ I don't care what anybody says

♪ at the end of the day

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that I can find

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♪ golden days

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♪ take your time

♪ everybody thinks that... ♪