All language subtitles for New.Tricks.S02E07.Fluke.Of.Luck.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track03

Good, very good.

You move well.

But more... More attitude!

More open. More sex!

And don't fight me. In salsa,
the man is always the leader.

The woman is there to
follow his signals, his desires.

The man is always in
control. Just like in life.

You must cut off your brain.
Salsa doesn't come from here.

It comes from
here, from the heart.

If you don't take your hand
off my tit, I'll break your wrist!

♪ 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 gettin' to
the end of the day. ♪

Hey! Hey! Where's the fire?

The m25 abductor struck again.

Oh, really? Yeah, last night.
A little boy and a little girl.

That pervert needs locking
up and the key throwing away.

Operation Jenny are on it.

Good!

What?!

Both 10 year olds,
Alan and Darryl,

snatched from this lake, just
before 7pm on August the 14th, 1979.

Their fishing tackle was
left lying on the bank.

One was in the bivvy,
while the other was grabbed.

So neither got a proper look at
the abductor. In the what?! Bivvy!

Like a tent,
special fishing tent.

Is there really fish in here?

Carp, pike, roach, rudd,

perch, eels, tench.
Can you eat them?

It's not that sort of fishery.

It's a coarse fishery.

You catch them and put them
back. Why would you want to do that?

Pitting your wits against the wiles of
nature. Proving man is the superior species.

You sit for hours under a flight path by a muddy
pond trying to catch fish you can't even eat?

Not a pond. It's a pit.

A gravel pit.

After the abduction it got
nicknamed "the pit of doom".

They dug gravel out
of it, all through the 60s.

Most of London's
pebbledash came from here.

When the gravel ran out, they
flooded it and stocked a few fish.

And you just found it?

No, I got an ordnance
survey. The case.

Which is on file. It might be,
but what about operation Jenny?

Is it just coincidence
that that team are upstairs

looking at something similar that
happened 48 hours ago? Are they?

You know they are. Yes.

And it is similar, Jack!

The mo. Ford transit Van.

Pairs of young children.

They've been looking back at past
snatches, trying to establish some pattern.

I think this could be one
of their earlier attacks.

Operation Jenny is active.
You can't just go barging in.

Jenny cases are,
yes, but not this one.

They think it's
too old. Irrelevant.

So, it is a ucos case.

Or rather, it will be our case.

You know, eventually.

No, no, no, strickland has made it quite
clear that we're to stop cherry-picking cases.

We catch this guy and it'll
be three bars and a jackpot.

Never mind cherries. Look, the mos
are almost identical to the m25 abductions.

They're over 20 years apart. So?

Look, Brian, in 1979
there was no m25.

That's the opinion
of operation Jenny.

Well, fair comment.

What, he didn't grab this pair because he was
waiting for the motorway to be built?! Fair comment.

There are leads worth following.

The original chief investigating
officer, moz mackintosh.

Mad moz! Moz might've been
loopy, but he was thorough.

He suspected it was a jolly.

So he gave the lads a hard time in
questioning. Rather them than me.

And he was convinced
they were telling the truth.

They were bundled into the Van and kept there
throughout. Hooded with sacks and tied up with rope.

He came prepared. Are you saying
he never removed them from this Van?

Not at all? Not ever? He parked
it for two nights inside a garage

or a workshop somewhere and
drove away first thing in the morning.

He didn't speak to them, feed them, or
associate with them in any way whatsoever.

Stopped in a lay-by for a slash.

The lads forced open the rear Van
doors and legged it. Never looked back.

Have you ever heard of a 10-year-old
escaping after being abducted?

None of the poor little sods in
operation Jenny, that's for sure.

They got lucky. He
took his eye off them.

Come on! This could be the man
operation Jenny are looking for.

All right. But if we even smell anything
relevant to operation Jenny, we inform upstairs.

I'm not upsetting that mob, not
even for your extraordinary talents.

Fair enough. All right. Go on, then, find
these two boys and see what they have to say.

Hacking cough

Golf makes perfect sense.

Only to golfers. Golf is
a quest for perfection.

Perfect hand-eye coordination.

It's a game against yourself.
Whereas fishing on the other hand...

Is out of your control. Exactly.
But that's the whole point!

Maggots and mud and weather
and water. Earth, wind and fire.

The essential elements of nature.
Golf, you've got a stick and a ball.

A stick and a ball. Where's
the challenge in that?

Can I help you? Alan hall?

So have you tried
giving up before?

Once, 1985. Well, there you
go. It only lasted two months.

But you were scared about your
health, even 20-odd years ago.

I was going out with a
Dutch bird, if you must know.

Marika. Competitive swimmer.

She couldn't stand the smell
of smoke on my breath, so...

Well, if I'd had a ciggie,
she wouldn't... you know.

You gave up smoking for a shag.

Mmm.

You and Darryl are our only
possible link to the abductor.

Raking up such a painful episode
from your past could be upsetting.

Best thing that's
ever happened to me.

I'm sorry? The only thing
that's ever happened to me.

Must've been scared, though?
Oh, yeah, yeah, must've been.

But I don't remember
it much. Like childbirth -

you only remember the
good stuff. Not that I've ever...

What good stuff? Oh, well, Darryl
and me, we got to do everything.

I mean everything!

Here, look.

Yeah, there you go.

Could you not put your thumb
on...? Thank you. Went on blue Peter,

that's me there. Crackerjack.

Crackerjack!

Do you remember, er, Peter glaze?
The short, fat one with the glasses?

He was so funny! We
got to meet the queen...

D'you have a current address for
Darryl hogarty? Yes. Got a pen?

Er...

There you go. Don't press
too hard on the album.

Number one, pearly gates road,

heaven!

Darryl's dead?

Yes, yes, he died
a few years ago.

Brain haemorrhage in Portugal.

Died on the toilet.
And that's not a joke.

No, I couldn't just
go cold Turkey!

There's patches, gum, those
dummy cigarette things, acupuncture.

Will power, er...

Hypnosis? Regressive hypnosis.

If you're susceptible, the hypnotist
can take you back to that night.

It might trigger a useful memory.
Unearth details you've forgotten.

Or that you never knew you knew.

See, the original investigation threw up very few
details as to motive, or identity of the abductor.

We just want to try something
different. What d'you think?

Brilliant! Love to. Can I
book it as time off work?

Helping police with their enquiries.
Excellent! Push that button.

♪ Take me to the river

♪ put me in the water... ♪

put me in the water!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!

The opposite of post-traumatic
stress disorder - he's got it.

If he's so bloody cheerful,
why are we bothering?

It doesn't mean he wasn't still
the victim of a horrible crime.

No-one was hurt. Not then, no.

But if it was the m25 guy,
then only by some miracle.

What he does to
his victims is... Eurgh!

Let's get Alan in and get to the
bottom of this. What, using hypnosis?

We need to go back to 1979 and
the abduction of two 10-year-old boys.

Forget operation Jenny. We
need to treat this case as separate.

It might lead back
upstairs, it might not.

And check out that lake. Pit.
Hole. Find out who owns it.

And no, I'm not happy
about using hypnosis either.

Can't go to court using evidence gained
from hypnosis 25 years after the fact.

We'll be laughed out of court. We're
only looking for clues, somewhere to start.

According to the file, Alan hall slipped his hood
off on the second night and had a look at the Van.

Ford transit's the closest
the team could muster.

Of which there were...

222,000.

Driving around the UK in
1979. That really helps(!)

Among the assorted tools,
nylon rope, jump leads, etc,

there were two items spotted by
laughing boy which were unusual.

Hypodermic needle unopened in its
packet and a sack of unidentified nuts.

Junkies?

Set of works and a bag of nuts?

It's either junkies or monkeys!

See! That was a joke. Sort of.

You haven't completely lost your sense of
humour. He's given up smoking. Ahh. Giving up.

Trying, well, maybe. It wasn't a
bag of nuts. It was a sack of nuts.

But moz's team couldn't make
head nor tail of either item. We can?

Under hypnosis, he might remember
something that joins the dots.

Nah.

Coughing

coughing gets louder

he coughs violently

Bollocks!

Telephone rings

Hello. It's me. Yeah, course it
is. How did you know I was up?

When I gave up smoking I
didn't sleep for five months.

Aeroplane screeches
Jesus! Where are you?

You're not going all weird
on us again, are you?

I'm fishing! At the crack of
dawn? Right under a flight path?

Do you think moz or anyone off the original
investigation team bothered to fish here?

You can't reel 'em in-ity, if
you don't feel affinity. Eh?

A fin-ity.

I'm getting a
feel for the place.

See.

I took roach on a maggot,

perch on a brandling
worm and carp on corn.

Lake's stuffed with
fish. Nice stamp of roach.

Stuffed. But how many
people do you see fishing it?

They're all over at
Thorne valley lakes.

Why? Couldn't have been this
spooky when the boys were fishing here.

I had to squeeze through a rusty gate
and hack down brambles to get here.

Mind you, anything called the
pit of doom's hardly gonna be...

Cor blimey, that's a
Mitchell 3000, isn't it?

It is! 'Ere, let's have a
look. No, don't touch it!

I just wanna have
a look. Get off!

It'll be all right. I've
got my hands free.

Darryl, I see a light!

I'm crawling closer to
where the light's coming from.

Then I feel something.
Bump into it.

It makes me jump.

I nearly... Nearly
scream. I think it's him.

The man.

He's solid and
dressed in a rough coat.

But it doesn't move.

No, it's not a coat.

It's too rough. It's a sack.

The nuts. We
know all about this!

What about the abductor? Get
him to stick his eye at that hole,

find some identity
clues in the garage.

Please, you have
to speak quietly.

I've seen this on telly -
all smoke and mirrors.

It doesn't help unless he
can give us names, places...

It doesn't help
to steer too much.

In my experience, too much guidance can
lead to suggestion, suggestion to fantasy.

Then he thinks he's
tutankhamen... Shut your face.

Look, just carry on... I want
to look through that hole.

There you go. Get him to take
a look. Look through the wall.

My eye's up against it.

There's a breeze of
cold air, hurts my eyeball.

Lights. Bright.
It's difficult to see.

There's a bath. A big white
bath and a workbench. Bath?

And bottles. Big metal
bottles with tubes.

Gas cylinders? And the noise.

It's keys! In the
door. It's him!

It's him! Is this supposed
to be so intense?

He's coming! I can hear
him. He's just outside!

I'm going to bring him
back. Alan... It's bhavani...

Wait, this is the good
bit. He might see the man.

He's just outside.
His hand's on...!

Leave him. He might get a butchers'
at him! We might get an identity.

- No, we've finished.
- Are you joking?!

I've gotta get the hood on. It's dark.
I can't find it. He's coming! Jesus!

I want you to come back, Alan.

Leave him, he's going to tell us
something we don't already know.

Shut up! I've gotta
get the hood on...

Count back to me, Alan. No!

Alan, count with
me. He's coming!

Alan, Alan, count back from ten.
Oh, I can't believe it. Ten, nine...

- Eight, seven...
- Such a load of pony!

..Five, four, three, two, one.

How'd I do?

So, he saw...

A bath.

Gas bottles.

Workbench and tools.

Am I right in getting
vaguely uneasy about all this?

Doesn't look good, does it?

John George haigh - disposed of his multiple
victims by filling his bath with sulphuric acid.

George Joseph Smith drowned
seven women in the bath.

Denis nilson dissected his
victims' bodies in his bath.

Herman Webster mudgett used
a blow torch to torture his victims

before dissecting
them in the bath.

So, what are we saying? This is
the lair of some wannabe serial killer?

He's got the right tool kit.

The black panther drugged his victims,
injected them with paracloxone... syringe.

We don't know
anything about this man,

except that he kept an odd
collection of things in his Van.

Did he know the area?
Did he have a connection?

Did he live/work there?
Somewhere in between?

Who owns that lake? Is the ownership linked to
the identity of the abductor? Do we know that yet?

Yeah. Nelson
aggregates did own it.

Until the gravel ran out. After a
clean up, flooding and stocking,

they donated it to middlesex
county council for recreational use.

The council then sold it to a fishing club
who later unloaded it to a fishing syndicate.

Six months before the
abduction, they sold it on to...

We don't know. We're
still waiting on the search.

Land registry records
officer. They're crap!

How come you know so much
about fishing? Dark secrets!

No, I used to do a
bit when I was a boy.

I'm so stupid! I know who can tell
us who owns it. You've got some, er...

God! What?! Ergh! Jesus Christ!

You stupid, immature tosser!
Careful! You're standing on them.

Is this your idea of a joke?!
They're not mine, they're his!

You arseholes! I left the lid
up so they wouldn't suffocate!

Eurgh! I don't think she likes you
keeping your maggots in the fridge.

She's madly in love with you and uses aggression
to mask her true feelings. I'm not joking.

She doesn't shout at him, does
she? Doesn't call him a tosser.

A stupid immature tosser. Even
when she finds out it's his fault.

Finds out! Officially, you
grassed him up. You ratted on me.

Only cos you weren't man enough
to own up. There wasn't time.

You'd sold me down the
river. Squealer! Snitch!

Piss off!

Now, this lot know everyone.

Been here forever. Sold
fishing tackle to Moses.

Run by big Nicky sewatt
and Kenny Rogers.

Not the Kenny Rogers? Yeah.

Not Ruby don't take your love
to town Kenny Rogers? Eh?

He's at the Weir and there's these
two Bosnians with a tennis net...

Oi, Robbie, here, richworth sent
these flavour samples. Indian spice.

..With a tennis net that
they've nicked from Vicky park.

One geezer either side the
canal, and they're dragging it!

They're trawling... Oh,
shit! Gerry standing!

Kenny?

Oi, Kenny!

Kenny!

Kenny! He ain't
pukka old bill any more!

Kenny, come on. Pack it in!

Kenny!

So you were running from him
because he was chasing you,

and you were chasing him
because he was running from you!

When I was in the job, I
nicked him eight times.

Seven. The fifth
one didn't stick.

No wonder Kenny legged it. He
was always sniffing around here.

He was knocking out
bent gear at the back door!

We're not interested in what you're
up to. What d'you want? Information.

What's the test curve on
this? A pound and a half...

I'm not telling you nothing.

What do you know about
the fishery up at raiscott?

- Thorne valley lakes?
- No, the overgrown one.

You mean the pit of doom?

Yeah, yeah. Very bad
place, very unlucky.

Lad nearly drowned there
when they first flooded it.

Those two lads got
snatched from there.

- And yatesy got his beating there.
- Who's yatesy?

Bob yates.

Bob yates. Former holder
of the British carp record.

What beating?

He did articles for carp world about discovering
this unfished lake which everyone ignored,

but he theorised there
was a record carp in it,

but when they did a night-fishing
session someone gave him a kicking.

I want a shimano bait runner
and a spool of Berkeley big game.

You're gonna pay for
this? Who owns it now?

What? The pit of doom? Yeah.

- You mean you don't know?
- No.

They don't know!

The metropolitan police
sports and social club?!

They got so embarrassed over
the abduction they stopped using it,

first for six months,
then a year.

Meanwhile, the fishing
section went next door.

In the end they never reopened.
Been trying to off-load it ever since.

Ok, ok. But then
five years ago...

Bob yates was found
unconscious on June 16th...

First day of the season.
..By a dog Walker.

Multiple injuries consistent with
being beaten by a baseball bat.

British carp record holder.
Top angler. Ex record holder!

Sorry, you have
completely lost me.

We're investigating the abduction
of two 10-year-old boys, are we not?

Now what are you saying? That this guy also had
a pathological hatred for men in green waders?!

Pit of doom's too
deep for waders.

The beating and abduction
happened in the same place.

What if we're trying to
make the wrong connection?

Maybe it's not what happened,
but where it happened?

It's the pit that connects
the boys to the beating.

Someone should at least go
and see yates. I'll go. We'll all go.

Oh, no! Except Jack. Thank
you. But if this doesn't pan out...

Brian! ..We drop the
fishing angle. Agreed? Ok.

Gerry: Very yummy.

Blimey! Is there a lot
of money in fishing?

Not a bean. The
opposite in fact.

Britain's most popular sport,
britain's worst-funded sport.

So how come...? An amazing
fluke of luck and copyright.

I used to design album covers.

Yeah? Started in the late '60s.

I was hot for about 10
years, just enough to...

Yeah, it's nice. What've
you got stocked in here?

Commons, mirrors,
grass carp, a few koi.

We experiment with
all carp. Experiment?

We do hybrids. We mess
around with mixing strains,

as well as some genetically
historical strains, rare breeds.

What can you tell us
about your beating?

It hurt. I know it's not helpful,
but I don't remember a thing.

I don't even remember going
fishing that day. I had head injuries.

Did you see any other
vehicles? Any other fishermen?

I wish I could
help. It's a blank.

Total amnesia.

Strange I know, but everything
that happened - completely gone.

Who d'you think did it?
The essex carp mafia?

The colne valley thugs?

The carp record runner-up?

Fishing is a very
small, very bitchy world.

You don't get to be a British record holder
without treading on a few toes, sadly.

Governor!

Phone rings

Jack halford. Jack,
I'm at the farm.

The funny farm? What? Nothing.
Jack, listen, we've got a suspect.

My wife's away, but her very good
friend, Helena's husband, is a qc.

Should I call him? I'd
really rather not bother him.

We need you to remember the
night of August the 14th 1979.

Ok. Well, that's the
thing. You see, I can.

Anal retention. Terrible
anal retention. Not just me.

Anglers generally. We have this overriding compulsion
to catalogue the piddling minutiae of our lives.

Are you saying you keep
records? Diaries. Volumes.

I'm like a teenage
schoolgirl. Worse probably.

I have no particular excuse other than
vanity and a compulsive quest for order.

Mr Lane, you're a fisherman -
compulsion, neatness, order.

I'm making sense, aren't I?

Phone my assistant Judy. She knows where they are.
She'll tell you exactly what I was doing that night.

- Is that on your office number?
- Yes.

- I'll do that now.
- My god, how embarrassing!

Right. So now tell us about
the equipment in your garage.

Well, I know it's weird. And the syringes always
give it this air of, I don't know, something sleazy,

but in fish farming,
and it's not a big world,

but everyone, absolutely everyone, has a bath
and oxygen cylinders and a heap of syringes.

The bath is used to isolate the
fish when they need treatment,

and the syringes are used for localised
treatment and the oxygen just keeps them alive.

So why didn't Brian know about it? Thank you.
Brian catches fish, he doesn't breed them! Well?

For the whole of August 1979,

yates was in India on a tea plantation
where they only grow white tea.

Sounds very nice. Great(!)
So it wasn't him. Not even close.

There you go. So the current
record, the one that beat yours,

came from the Thorne valley fishery,
the place just next door to the pit?

Well, that's the
official version.

You don't think the fish
was caught in Thorne valley?

Where else could it have come
from? Why don't you ask the fish?

I have let them go to
the zoo to interview a fish.

This is getting more bizarre by
the minute. You want to see bizarre?

Oh, god!

These people!
That is unbelievable.

Phone rings

Pullman, hello.

Sorry, who? Esther, Esther Lane.

Oh, Esther! I'm sorry, I
was on another planet.

I just wondered, I, er...
Please say if it's not appropriate.

I just wondered if I could
have a word with you,

in private. Do you mind?

No, not at all.

How about four o'clock?

Ok. Right. No, it's fine.

I'll see you then.

Right, bye-bye. Esther?

Yeah, she's worried about Brian.

He seems on good
form at the moment.

Almost normal.

Clarissa was the first carp
to be brought here, in 1961.

Nobody had ever seen one that
big. Broke all records. 44 pounds!

They were queuing
round the block.

Carp fishermen.
Of course. Clarissa?

You catch a record carp, you get to
name it and it gets to come and live here.

- What did you call yours?
- The cardinal.

And what's this one's name?

Tallulah, from the native American
choctaw word for leaping water.

- That's nice.
- Bloody stupid name.

- Bernice Webster.
- Mr yates.

Bernice knows more about carp physiognomy and
genetics than the rest of us ever will. Oh?

Sadly, bernice is
not a fan of angling.

I don't object to fishing.

I just object to the
pathetic saddos that do it.

These gentlemen,
bernice, are police officers.

Fishing? Well, I only
want to know whether

it's just a hobby that's popped up
again, or a work thing. Well, it's...

Oh, I'm doing the wrong thing,
aren't I? No, not at all. Honestly.

You know what Brian's like.

You know how he gets when he...

How he... well, he gets so...

Enthusiastic...

When he gets
something in his head.

Barry brownlow, the current record holder, says
he caught this tallulah at Thorne valley lakes,

but you don't think... I have
no opinion on the matter.

But you don't think it came
from Thorne valley, do you?

Look, I can't really express...

If I came out with anything publicly,
it'd just sound like sour grapes.

The fact is this fish broke
my record. End of story.

But if he's lying it shows that something dodgy's
going on between Thorne valley and the pit of doom.

And that might lead us to
who snatched Alan and Darryl.

Is there any way of telling where tallulah
came from? It's a simple forensic procedure.

You take a fish scale sample
and analyse the trace elements in it

and cross match it with a
water sample from the lake.

What would we need to get a
scale sample? My permission.

Let me guess, you
wouldn't give it?

Correct.

What about you, Esther? Hobbies?

Apart from looking after Brian?

Well, I've tried lots of things.

Evening classes mainly.

Yoga, pottery...

Tap dancing...

Needle point, Spanish...

How about a glass of wine? I don't think...
oh, go on. Well, just a little one.

We could always get
a court order. Feel free.

I don't think you quite
understand how serious this is.

The case we've reopened involved
the abduction of two 10-year-old boys.

And whoever took
them is still out there.

A scale from that fish will tell you nothing,
except that it's lived in that tank for four years.

Any residual trace elements
have been flushed out its system.

You need a sample taken
from the time it was caught.

Didn't you take scale
samples when it first arrived?

Yes, we did. Do you still
have them? Yes, we do.

Can we use them? Won't be any use to you unless
you have a sample of the lake water for comparison.

Mobile phone rings

Gerry. Where are
you? In the car.

That's good. We need
you to do something.

Wings flutter

Rustling

animal screeches

How come you're
allowed to smoke in here?

It's my laboratory.

I thought all laboratories
had to be sterile.

We have a match! Tallulah lived in
the lake where this sample came from.

Abnormally high magnesium
carbonate content.

Brownlow's lying. He didn't catch
his carp where he said he did.

It came from pit of
doom, not Thorne valley.

We get quite a pilgrimage here,

to meet me and talk about
the night I broke the record.

I've never had a group
of officers before. It's nice.

Now, discovery channel did a whole one hour dramatised
reconstruction of the night I broke the record.

Usually, visitors like
to kick off with that.

It throws up all sorts of questions.
You lied, mr brownlow. I beg your...

You lied about where you caught
the fish. It wasn't from Thorne valley.

Maybe you didn't
even catch it at all.

Are you going to take my record
away? Tell us about that night.

I've got sponsorship
deals... Look!

Would you rather do
this down at the station?

I was fishing a night
session at Thorne valley.

In the island swim.

I had nothing all night.

Nothing all week. Nothing
all season, really, to speak of.

And... i got woken up by a man.

What man? He didn't
exactly introduce himself.

He had this big wet sack.

It was tallulah.

The biggest carp I've ever seen.

So you pretended you'd
caught it and claimed the record.

Well, he told me to.
He knew how big it was.

He told you to? He told me to call
the records committee immediately.

Did he say anything else?

He told me if I mentioned him
or what happened, to anyone,

he'd come and find me.

Find out where I
lived and... My family...

How old are you, mr brownlow?

42.

'What a weasel.'

no. He's just a boring little man
who had a sniff of excitement.

Fame on a plate. Hard to resist.
How could you live with yourself...?

Or he's an out-and-out liar.

No, he's not a liar.
How d'you know?

Well, he's 42. In 1979,
he would've been 16.

A 16-year-old abducting two 10-year-olds and
driving them around in a Van for two days? No.

Not my idea of joy riding.
He's telling the truth.

Why did the man with the sack give away a record
fish? If he caught it, why didn't he claim it?

It's not exactly the behaviour of a
fish-kissing carp world centrefold, is it? No.

And since people don't know
that carp was caught in the pit,

the other fishery... Thorne
valley. Yeah. Thorne valley,

has been packed ever since.

A scam to make
Thorne valley famous?

Or... or maybe it was a
scam to make the pit infamous.

Cos if word had got out, the pit
would have been packed. Yeah.

And then yates is
beaten to a pulp?

It's massive negative publicity.

Yeah. And as soon as that begins to wane the
lake next door claims the British record.

Who's going to want to fish in what looks like a stinking
pit when next door there's potential record water?

Like I said - it's the where,
not the what and the why.

Brian! Brian!

Brian! Come on, help him.

Help him. What? Help him!

There you go, get hold of that.

Blimey. It's Robbie Duke!

He laughs

saying nothing's not
going to help you, Robbie.

You're under suspicion for the
abduction of Alan hall and Darryl hogarty.

And grievous bodily harm, maybe
attempted murder, on Bob yates.

Saying nothing's only going to
make things worse. So you say.

Robbie, I know your brother
Danny was behind all this.

You may think he's smarter than
you, but he's the one serving life.

Don't let him drag you there as
well. Danny's very sick, Robbie.

Knocking over safe deposit vaults
in Kensington may be very smart,

but kidnapping and torturing
the vault manager's wife?

Until her husband coughed up
the combinations. It wasn't torture.

He just threatened
her a little bit.

The gang got away with millions,
didn't they? Jewellery, cash, bonds.

But Danny didn't. Forensics put
him right at the heart of the torture.

Blood, prints, semen.
No, no! Robbie...

Danny was on remand before the
firm had even divvied up the haul.

Stop it! It's tricky,

being on the inside and relying on your colleagues
on the outside to look after your share,

keep it safe until you get out.
Who would you trust? Kith or kin?

No question. Kin every time.

I never hurt the
boys! I could've done.

I didn't have to let them go. You
didn't let them go. They escaped.

Yeah. They forced the
back doors of the Van.

I left it half locked! I left it so
they just had to push it a bit.

I let 'em go. I ain't stupid!

I didn't want to let her go.

Her?

Is she in the lake, Robbie?
Which "her" is in the lake, Robbie?

My... carp.

I knew she was a record
when I saw her in the lake.

Ages before I caught her. I
could've had the record for me.

I caught it, I found it.

But I had to give it to that
twonk at Thorne valley.

"Keep people away
from the pit, Robbie."

My name should have been
next to the carp record weight.

So, in the lake... she's in
the zoo now. It's not right.

She should be in the lake.

Yeah, but what is in the lake?

Oi, come on, Brian.
We've done well.

How? We've solved
three unsolved crimes.

Yates's beating,
Alan's abduction.

And now we've found the
proceeds of a rather nasty robbery.

I can't wait to see Danny Duke's face, when
we tell him we've found his pension fund.

And any reason to piss off Danny
Duke, you know you've done well.

But, Gerry, I wanted
to get the m25 abductor.

Look, operation
Jenny is still ongoing.

They know what they're doing.

Yeah. I know. I suppose
I just hoped we'd get him.

Yeah. I really
wanted to get him.

Yeah, I know.

Come on, mate, let's go.
What, you're not interested?

No. No, you're right.

There are more important
things to worry about.

Hold on!

Hello, Danny.

Gerry standing! I thought you'd
gone to hell where you belong.

Must've just been a dream!

Colour suits you.

This is superintendent Pullman.

Nice. Delegation, Danny.
Hardest aspect of management.

Finding reliable work colleagues and then being
able to safely delegate responsibility to them.

She's very good. She put out much?
Your little brother did a good job.

Too good really. Yes, he guarded
what he had to guard very well.

It was those other toerags who were supposed to share
out your portion who weren't quite so conscientious.

Yeah, poor old Robbie.

Spent the best part of 25
years guarding your big box.

What a waste of time.

I got plenty of time.

And I've got a lovely picture
of the inside of your box.

Looks more like the
inside of your head.

Rocks.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, we
used to break them.

Not any more. All TV and
soft toilet rolls these days.

You don't believe me?

Believe you?! You're so full of
shite you look like a spetic tank.

Yeah, well, I've got
loads of other pictures.

Wonder what your little
friends in d block will think, eh?

Have a nice day!

What was all that
stuff with the photos?

In a big Nick, if everyone inside
thinks you've got a big chunk

of cash from your
last job waiting for you,

you get treated with a
certain degree of respect.

So if everyone knows you got nothing because your
double-crossing mates have conned you out of it...

You're so cynical.

I thought you'd
given up! Yeah, I did.

But you've got to be careful.
Got to watch the old waistline.

Give up for too long, start piling
the pounds on. Not in the car.

Two, three, four,
five, six, seven, and...

You really do make
a fabulous man!

Years of practice!

♪ 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 gettin' 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... ♪

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