All language subtitles for New.Tricks.S03E08.Congratulations.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track03

What's going on?

Why are we here?
What's the big mystery?

Who cares?

There's a tab,
someone else is paying.

Evening, all.

Oh, evening.

What's this about, then?

It's December, 9th.

Is it?

You haven't twigged, have you?

Ucos, three years old today.

Happy birthday!

Oh! Happy birthday.

Look, the reason men
don't remember dates

is because they're too busy.

Men don't remember
dates, 'cause they don't care.

Why's the table
set for five places?

Every silver lining has a cloud.

It's his idea and
he's paying for it.

Oh, well, in that case...

Good evening.

- Evening.
- Evening.

No, don't get up.

Now, look, before
we get stuck in,

I just wanna read you something.

"Congratulations to you all.

Your dedication, hard work
and success are an inspiration."

And that's from
the commissioner.

Oh, very nice.

Ooooh!

Policy planning review
is all about you today.

Nothing but plaudits.

As a result, I have
senior officers queuing up

to pass on problem cases.

Oh, great.

Jack halford?

That's me.

I'm Luke hanson.

[Upbeat music]

- Oh!
- Oh!

It's all right, we're
police officers.

Keep still, son.

All right, he's clean.

All right, let him go.

Sandra?

Well, Jack?

Luke hanson.

Ricky hanson's son.

♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

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

♪ it's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ it's all right, doin' fine ♪

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

♪ it's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ we're gettin' to
the end of the day. ♪

1997.

I got nicked for burning
my old school down.

I'd been expelled,

I had previous for arson.

My girlfriend
gave a false alibi.

The caretaker was badly burned,

so they done me
for attempted murder.

Come march, I'd served eight,

was about to get released

when your lot found out i'd
hijacked a fag lorry in Dover,

same time, same
night as the fire.

So the problem is...

You can't have been
in both places at once.

Exactly.

They made one sentence
concurrent with the other,

let me go, and here I am.

So, the real arsonist
is still out there,

and you want us
to help you get him?

I've written it down
in the envelope.

If I could go to anyone
else, I would do.

And what does your dear
old dad make of all this?

I dunno.

I don't see him no more.

I don't see anyone
from back then.

Not even lysette
Perry, your girlfriend?

Ex, no.

Your dad must have
contacted you when you got out.

Yeah, yeah.

Couple of times, yeah.

But I just told him I
wanted to be on my own.

He said, "fair enough, you are.

You're dead to me."

Always did have
a way with words.

Listen, I don't really care
if you believe me or not.

But I didn't burn
that school down.

Somebody did and they
let me take the rap for it.

And what exactly will
you do if we find them?

Well, maybe the old Luke, yeah,

would've paid 'em a visit.

But now, you do your
job, that's enough for me,

that they go through
what I did, jail.

Yeah, that'd do it for me.

All right, Luke,
thanks very much.

Ta-ra.

Prison did something to him.

Yeah, did something to Hitler.

So, Ricky hanson.

A mate of yours?

Biggest murdering,
thieving, lying piece of morally

bankrupt shad I've ever laid on.

Oh, nothing personal, then?

[Sandra] We were on
his case a long time.

We?

Yeah, I was on Jack's team.

We linked him to three murders,
including his own brother.

It's the last case I worked
on before I left the job.

Funny old world, isn't it?

Sandra, could I
have a word, please?

I wanted to tell you last night

before we were
rudely interrupted,

that as a result of
the success of ucos,

it's been made clear to me that

were you to apply for promotion,

a lot of people would be
happy to see you to get it.

This week's police notices.

They're advertising for the
head of the murder squad.

Now, obviously I'd
be sorry to lose you

from one of my
areas of control, but...

Anyway, I've passed
the message on.

What did he want?

Oh, you know,

just stressing the need
for delicacy, sensitivity.

Oh, so.

Here we are.

This is it.

[Doorbell rings]

Lysette Perry?

Oh! What's that smell?

It's disgusting!

Oh, no, sorry, I
know what it is.

You gotta be coppers, right?

We're not policemen, as such.

Just ask what you wanna ask

and shut the door
on your way out.

We're here about your
ex-boyfriend, Luke hanson.

He's not my ex-boyfriend.

He's a worthless piece of crap.

Well, you were quite close then.

He don't want nothing with me,

I don't want nothing with him.

At his trial, you were done
for attempting to pervert

the course of justice by
giving him a false alibi.

It's what you do when
you love someone, isn't it?

Just out of interest,

where were you on
the night of the fire?

With my mum.

That's how you knew I was lying!

Look, a man nearly
died in that fire.

You don't seem very bothered.

I'm not.

Can we get out of here, please?

Yeah, well, tell Luke

that I'm seeing someone
else now, won't you?

Someone older, more mature.

In fact, you can tell him
I hope he gets cancer!

[Ominous music]

After going out with her,

it would probably
come as a relief.

[Doorbell rings]

Ah, at least he's
got a nice view.

Gary Kendal?

I think I'll make it
more [speaks faintly].

Sorry?

[Speaks faintly]

That's what most people
do first time they meet me.

[Laughing]

I hope you don't mind that
I can't stretch to serve this.

Ah, that's fine.

I'm sorry.

Well, you weren't
there, were you?

[Laughing]

So, he didn't do it then.

Hanson.

Luke, couldn't have
[Speaks faintly], I know.

[Sandra] You know him?

He didn't, [speaks faintly].

This place is a big one now.

No, no, no, he's reformed.

I'm glad.

That makes two of us then.

Reformed.

Get it? [Laughs]

What do you remember
about the night of the fire?

Not much.

Saturday night I used
to walk round the school,

check the grounds.

Police tried to talk
to me at the time,

asked me who'd done it.

I was too ill.

As it wasn't Luke hanson,

do you have any idea
who it might have been?

I wish I did.

If you find out, do tell me,

because I should
like to meet them.

Face to face.

Well, we can
eliminate lysette Perry

because her
thoughtful alibi proves

she couldn't have set the fire.

Yeah, she has
trouble lighting a fag.

It could've just
been an angry pupil.

Well, a lot of research links

arsonists with sexual deviancy.

You know, psychosis,
psychopaths.

Ricky hanson's middle name.

Right, and this
fire-raiser is indifferent

to hurting people.

So, Gerry, starting tomorrow,
trace all known arsonists

south of the river at the time.

Brian, the fire started
near the sports hall,

and apparently there
was a toy fair going on,

so tomorrow you and I
will go back to the school,

ask them about that

plus any other problem
kids they had at the time.

Jack?

I'll go and see the
head of the tribe.

[Announcer] So, we
have a full night of racing

here at leytonstone
for you tonight.

The first race coming up
in a couple of minutes...

What d'you want, then?

Frieda.

No chance!

Hello, Ricky.

Blimey.

You're a bit lost,
ain't ya, Jack?

The cemetery's that way.

I'm exactly where I
want to be, at work.

Really?

I heard you had to
give up the day job.

Sickness in the family
or something, weren't it?

Talking about family, I
spoke to your boy yesterday,

that fire he got sent down for.

Seems he didn't do it.

Too busy nicking cigarettes.

You've lost me, Jack.

What son?

You wouldn't know
anything about that fire?

Luscombe school?

What happened
to that blonde bird

you used to knock about with?

What was it? Sheila?

Sandra! That was it.

She still around?

I liked her.

She liked your Luke.

Thought he was straight.

Unlike the pond life
that spawned him.

You know, you really
should take it easy, Jack.

Rest.

Put your feet up.

Go home to the wife.

Oh, forgot.

You ain't got one.

My only regret about
leaving the job, Ricky, you.

Well, what goes
around comes around.

[Laughs] How about that?

My dog's come
in at 5-1 [laughs].

That's the difference
between me and you, Jack.

I'm a winner.

[Laughs] Say hello to blondie.

[Doorbell rings]

[Soft music]

[Speaks faintly]

Yes?

Are you Gerry standing?

Who wants to know?

Emily Driscoll.

Oh, yeah?

I think you might be my dad.

In '76, my mum moved to
woking, where I was born.

She wouldn't tell
me who my dad was.

Then last year she got cancer.

She died two months ago.

Oh, well, I'm sorry.

No, it's all right.

I'm okay, really.

It's just that, at the time,

I said it wasn't fair if she
went and I didn't know,

so she gave me this,

and told me your name.

[Soft music]

Oh, blimey!

This is your mum?

Patricia Driscoll.

You do remember her, don't you?

Yeah, of course I do, yeah.

Ah, she was lovely.

Oh, well, so,

what do we do now?

I mean, what do you want?

I don't know.

I don't want anything.

Except a dad, I suppose.

I haven't got any
other relatives.

Sorry, this must
be a bit of a shock.

Yeah.

Yeah, it is, actually, a bit!

Look, I don't want to
cause you any trouble.

You probably need some
time to think about all of this.

There's my mobile number.

Oh, right.

- You going? Hold on, hold on.
- It's all right.

I'll see myself out.

[Soft music]

I was deputy head when Luke
was permanently excluded.

The week before the fire,

he drove right across the
playing fields in a red vw golf.

Evening of the fire,

I spotted an identical car
parked outside the school gates.

Come the trial, that, and
the false alibi, Luke's history.

Arsonists often suffer from
severe learning difficulties.

Asperger's, tourette's.

Did you have anyone
at the school like that?

We had problem children,
some difficult to teach but-

any possibility that one of
them could have been involved?

No, in my experience
children threaten

to do all sorts of things,
but they never happen.

Now, the fire started
near the sports hall,

and apparently there was
some sort of toy fair that weekend.

Not a toy fair, a convention.

Convention?

War-games convention.

War-games convention?

Oh, look! Oh!

Oh, you mean toy soldiers.

No.

These are not toy soldiers.

-They're what- -they're
miniature figurines!

Bosniak lancers?

So, what do you do?
Do you play with them?

Battles and things?

No, no, no, no.
Not play, re-enact.

You re-enact major historical
military engagements,

but to scale.

My hobby,

which is why I made the
hall available to the organiser.

Who was the organiser?

Victor pritchard.

Victor pritchard?

Would you want to speak to him?

I probably have a
number somewhere.

Oh, my god, would I?

[Speaks in foreign language]

Thanks.

Oh, sorry, do you take sugar?

Yeah.

- Huh!
- What?

That's exactly how much I take.

[Laughs]

Look, I'm glad you could come.

We ought to find out a little
bit more about each other.

So, what do you do for a living?

I'm a police officer.

What uniform?

Plainclothes, cid.

[Laughs]

[Sandra] What did he call me?

Blondie.

That was the name
of Hitler's dog, blondie.

But, then again, you are blonde.

Or do you put stuff on?

Anyway, we have
something a bit more concrete.

Well, it's actually
more an amalgam

of lead, tin and
nickel, to be precise.

What?

Soldiers, the sort they
use for war-gaming.

Yeah, the weekend
the school burnt down

there was a war-games
convention in the sports hall.

Ancients, mediaeval,
napoleonics.

Where the hell have you been?

It's half past one!

Yeah, I know, I'm sorry, but I
needed some personal time.

And get this, it was
organised by Victor pritchard!

Who?

Victor pritchard!

He is Mr. Table-top
miniature-battle-re-enactment.

And what's that
when it's at home?

[Dramatic music]

Blimey! This is-

fantastic!

Yes!

Victor pritchard?

Take 'em off!

They're dead,

all of 'em!

Dead, dead, victory!

A whole regiment of
chasseurs a cheval.

What a waste.

[Sandra] Victor pritchard?

Oi, Napoleon!

So, the fire destroyed
all the toy soldiers,

including yours.

Toys?

She doesn't understand.

But the insurers paid
out a lot of money

for those figurines,
to you especially.

I lost every single army I had.

Sassenids, seleucids, varangian.

And that's just
the first millennium.

Do you have any
idea what it costs

just to paint an army of
nikephorian byzantine?

I can't even spell it.

So, the insurance
didn't cover it?

Not even close.

No one in their right mind
would commit such an act

of wanton destruction.

So, you don't think it could
have been a war-gamer?

I never said that.

When we talked to
the police about the fire,

we were told it was
that boy who did it.

Now, you're saying he didn't,

I've a very good
idea who it was.

Go on.

Someone with a grudge.

Someone who didn't
lose any of their soldiers.

Nigel midgely.

Midgely was a very
bad loser, very bad.

He was kicked out of the
tournament that Saturday night

and took all his
armies with him.

I was head judge,
so he blamed me.

Said he'd get his own back.

By burning down a school?

You have to understand, my
armies were better than his.

Can I ask you,

do you dress up in
military uniform as well?

Don't be ridiculous!

That's re-enactment.

Totally childish.

[Men laughing]

That's amazing.

And here's me thinking
i'm gonna have to go to bed

on me own tonight.

Not while there are
dogs on the street.

Don't blame me.

It was Jack said you was easy.

And what sort of man fails

to take advantage
of police intelligence?

What sort of man
lets his son go down

and doesn't lift
a finger to help?

Gary Kendal.

Nice.

Just how I like
my steak [laughs].

Your son doesn't
think it's funny.

He thinks he'd like us
to catch whoever did this.

I already told the
tailor's dummy there,

I don't have a son.

That's very strange.

'Cause you did a lot of
screaming and shouting

when a boy called hanson
was expelled from there.

Is that what you call motive?

No wonder they
put you out to grass.

You know, if there's one
thing I've missed, Ricky,

it's crossing swords with you.

You ain't got no sword.

You got some bunch
of bleeding candles

in your back garden, you weirdo.

Why are you so pissed
off with your son, Ricky?

You got some front.

Who d'you think
you are, coming here,

talking to me like
I was nothing?

You wanna know
where I was that night?

Talk to your mates
in the flying squad.

Yeah, that's right.

Oh, don't worry,
you can't miss 'em.

Big, ugly and
stupid, just like you.

June? Yeah, June?

Over here, love.

What d'you want?

What do I do?

I mean, imagine telling the
women in a family like mine

there's another one.

How do you know she's yours?

Oh, she's mine, all right.

I know, there are
too many similarities.

Look, she takes the same
amount of sugar in her coffee.

Oh, well, that proves it, then.

Brian, she's a copper!

Trust me, I know.

It's genetic.

It's cobblers.

You don't know anything.

She could be anybody.

I'm telling you, she's mine!

She's really lovely, too.

Get her DNA, then you'll know.

I can't do that!

Why not?

Haven't I let her
down enough already,

all those years not being there?

No, it'd show a
complete lack of trust,

the ultimate betrayal.

[Soft music]

I'll phone tower
bridge in the morning

to see if he's lying
about the sweeney.

He is.

Jack, you're always telling
me never to get too involved.

Maybe he's just
trying to wind us up,

in which case, don't bite, yeah?

All right.

- Good night.
- Good night.

[Soft music]

Thank you.

[Car engine revving]

None of us has managed
to build ourselves back up

to the point which
we were before.

Your next delivery
is at 8:30 local time

at the restaurant hammadi,
2 rue De la kasbah, tanger.

Do not discuss your
mission with any other recruit.

Tell no one that you are here.

See ya.

See you later, mate.

Bye.

- [Soft music]
- [Car engine starts]

[Car engine starts]

[People speaking faintly]

[Upbeat music]

All right, babe?

Hello, doll.

[Car engine revving]

And fire!

Yes again, and charge!

Hello, darling.

It's just an itch I have
to scratch, Esther.

Be fair.

I haven't done it
for years, have I?

[Soft music]

Exactly.

And then we can
buy that big bed.

That nice big bed, remember?

Plenty of room
for rolling around.

Ricky?

Stay there.

Where are you going?

Who taught you to tail people?

Stevie wonder?

Tell me, your boy's ex,

were you comforting her
before or after he went inside?

Listen, you used
to waste a lot of time

bothering me in the past.

I'd have thought you
learned your lesson last time.

[Car horns beep]

Shut it!

What was all that about?

Don't you worry.

It's all sorted.

[Upbeat music]

[Car horns beep]

[Phone rings]

Yeah, Pullman.

Flying squad?

Gerry, Brian! I think
we're onto something.

Sorry, yeah.

I left a message for you
last night about Ricky hanson.

[Door knock]

How long?

Oh, right.

Okay, yeah, cheers, bye.

Ricky hanson is
screwing lysette Perry.

So?

He's screwing his
son's ex-girlfriend!

What? Ricky hanson set a fire

in order to have
his son put away

so he could get his leg
over a brainless chav?

Sandra, you know
as well as I do.

He could have set fire
to the school because-

no, he couldn't,

because he was under 24-hour
observation by the flying squad

five days either
side of the Blaze.

They just rang to tell me.

He warned me off last night.

He said he thought I'd
learnt my lesson the last time.

Now, what do you
think that means?

I think it means,
you've got to stop

your obsession with him.

It was a warning!

He may not have
lit that fire himself,

but you don't know
he didn't order it.

No! I don't know
the pope didn't either!

Give me a break!

Now, what about the arsonists?

Have you traced them yet?

No, no, I haven't had time yet.

-I've- -you've had three days!

What's the matter with you all?

Are you inefficient or bone
idle or simply stopped caring?

When are you going?

When is it, your
promotions board?

Does this make it easier,

convincing yourself that
we're not up to it any more?

Is that what you're doing?

You're leaving?

Well, yeah, I've
had a chance to...

Oh, come on, you know as
well as I do how difficult it is.

How many women chief
superintendents are there?

It's my career!

When are you going?

Actually, no.

You don't ask me what I'm doing,

I ask you!

She can't do that.

She can't just go!

She is.

But I have to have continuity!

I can't function without...

She doesn't care about us.

Brian, she didn't say that.

She doesn't, Gerry!

[Gerry] It's not that
she doesn't care.

She doesn't care about us.

Hold on, where are
you going, Brian?

Wait! Oi!

[Soft music]

Well, not you an' all, Jack?

Unfinished business.

Oh, bollocks!

[Upbeat music]

[Woman] Morning, can I help you?

Good morning, I'm detective
superintendent Pullman.

I'm looking for Nigel midgely.

Nigel?

It's the police.

Hi!

I'm ds Pullman from the unsolved
crime and open case squad.

We're re-investigating a fire

that took place at luscombe
school nine years ago.

Re-investigating?

Yeah.

The boy who was convicted we
now know couldn't have done it.

So, why do you
want to talk to me?

I understand that you were
thrown out of the war-game

tournament that was
taking place there at the time,

and you weren't
too happy about it.

Who told you this?

Is this Victor?

This is Victor.

That little git!

You threatened to
get your own back.

Is that true?

When you see Victor,

will you tell him
that this is pathetic?

Yes, yes, I did say that.

Because Victor had me
thrown out that tournament

out of pure jealousy.

Jealousy?

I'd beaten him the
last three ancients

competitions we were in.

But you were thrown out.

I didn't care,

'cause I'd already got
my own back, rosanne.

Victor's my ex-husband.

That's what this is all about.

You left Victor for Nigel?

Well, wouldn't you?

Where were you at
the time of the fire?

[Soft music]

He was with me.

That was the day I left Victor.

Where?

We stayed in a hotel.

Does it have a name?

Yes, the viceroy in Kensington.

Nigel can't do dates or places.

He has a form of asperger's.

It's mild.

Okay.

Thank you.

[Phone rings]

Standing, ucos.

Hi, it's me, how's it going?

[Standing] Yeah,
I'm on top of it.

Good, can you phone the
viceroy hotel in Kensington?

Yeah, hold on, hold on.

The viceroy hotel, yeah?

And find out if a Nigel
midgely and friend

stayed there the
night of the fire.

Yep, will do.

[Jack] Ten years ago,
how old were you?

16.

[Jack] I came
round to your house.

Yeah, I remember.

Your uncle Jim had disappeared.

He was presumed dead,
although the body was never found.

Word was he'd messed up
on a drug deal, a fairly big one,

and your dad was
not too impressed,

so, I really fancied him for it.

What, my dad?

Oh, yes, he did it all right,

and I let him know I knew it.

Well, why didn't
you Nick him, then?

I might have done, only
my wife was run over.

Hit and run.

I jacked in the job so
I could look after her.

A couple of years, she died.

Your dad ever mention
anything like that?

What do you mean?

Hit and run.

Her name was Mary.

No.

- [Jack] I don't believe you.
- Look, believe what you like.

I'm telling you no.

Come on, you don't
owe your dad any loyalty.

He doesn't have any for you.

Maybe, but he's
still my dad, ain't he?

Yeah, like he's still
giving lysette Perry one,

as he was nine years ago.

Oh, come on now,
you're not all that dim?

Why do you think
her alibi was so crap?

Oh, hang on!

You do know!

You're not that dim
after all, are you?

Shut up!

No, no, just a minute,
let me work this one out.

Your dad told you to
take the fall for the fire

and not the fags,

because the fags would
have implicated him.

But he said you'd be okay

because lysette would
give you a cast-iron alibi.

Shut up!

But he stitched you
up, didn't he, eh?

Well, you were a bit of
a liability, weren't you?

Little loudmouth, expelled
from school, arsonist.

You've gotta hand it to
the old man, though, eh?

Not many men of his
age can screw the son

and the girlfriend, and
both at the same time!

Come on, get up! Get up!

Oh! Hang on, hang on.

What am I giving away
here, 40 years and two stone?

No, I think I'll
stay where I am.

I don't know anything
about your hit and run.

You understand me?

Get out!

Going straight?

You're about as
straight as the circle line.

[Soft music]

Brian, I'm back!

Brian?

Flipping soldiers.

[Dramatic music]

Grenadier dragoons.

Elite unit.

Move at double speed.

And they haven't
even fired yet, so.

Yes! Very good!

Have a go.

I will.

This is great!

No!

[Laughs] You're kidding me?

What, and you saw all this?!

Oh, man, that's fantastic!

Well, thank you so much.

You've really cheered me up.

[Laughs] Thank you!

What was that, then?

The viceroy hotel.

On the night of the fire,

the police were
called to a disturbance.

A Nigel midgely and
Mr. And Mrs. Victor pritchard

were taken into custody
as a result of Victor

bursting into the
king Henry suite

and finding his
wife stark naked,

tied to the four-poster bed.

Cue massive punch-up.

They were taken to the cells

and released the next
morning with no charge [laughs].

Who are Rodney prentiss
and Emily prentiss?

Which case are they from?

Comparative DNA
analysis of wine glass

and Rodney prentiss's
blood sample,

confirms that Rodney prentiss

is not the putative
father of Emily.

I'm still waiting.

Not the father?

They're not from
a case, are they?

You did this.

Great!

Have any idea what would
happen if strickland found out?

[Soft music]

Did you do this on purpose?

What?!

Did you do it deliberately

just because I
applied for promotion?

No!

I am Rodney prentiss,

and, obviously, Emily
isn't my daughter.

Emily's a girl, well, no,

she a woman I
never knew existed.

Then suddenly, she
pitches up out of the blue

and says she thinks
she's my daughter.

I'd known her
mother years before,

and, well, I thought...

No, I was convinced
that she was.

Why didn't you use a
commercial company

to run these tests?

Oh, they take weeks.

Patricia, that's Emily's
mum, she died of cancer,

and Emily hasn't
got anyone else.

No family, nothing, just me.

Least, that's what I thought.

[Soft music]

Okay, Gerry, you go and see her

and just do what you have to do.

I'm sorry, Sandra.

Thank you.

I surrender.

[Audience applauds]

Bloody hell, we've won!

Bloody hell, you have.

Next!

I think you'll find that's me.

Let battle commence.

[Dramatic music]

Have you been shopping?

How did you get in here?

You left the back door open.

[Woman] No, I didn't!

You'd better call
the police, then.

You'd better get out of here.

Or?

Ricky told me you were a nutter.

He should know.

- Hey!
- You parked the car

outside the school.

Luke's car.

Get off me, you mad.

What did Ricky give
you for doing that?

Does it pay you well for
being a drug dealer's whore?

Ricky told me all about you.

How much of a sader you are.

He gets bore with you.

Well, he ain't bored yet, is he?

Maybe, but it's
only a matter of time

till you do something
to piss him off.

His brother pissed him off

and he's somewhere
under the m25,

and look what happened to
Luke when he was a naughty boy.

He deserved it!

What about Gary
Kendal? Did he deserve it?

Pisshead, he probably
started it himself!

[Soft music]

Oh, you didn't know
Kendal was a drunk?

All right, that's right, Ricky
told me you're a shit copper.

Yeah, said you
were a right big loser!

Such a loser you even
managed to lose your wife!

And such a crap detective

that you couldn't
even catch the killer

when he was staring
you right in the face!

A full and exhaustive
trace of all known arsonists

in the greater London
area at the time

excludes any possibility-

[phone rings]

Ds Pullman.

[Jack] Why is there no
mention in the case file

of Kendal being a drunk?

Jack?

[Jack] I think you
should find out.

[Dead tone]

Jack?

[Dramatic music]

I was born to do this.

It's what I was put here for.

Yeah, well.

See how you like
a whip of great shot.

Fire!

Two, outlines.

Your [speaks faintly] is down.

Right! I should charge.

Twice in three days.

People will talk.

People already have.

You didn't tell me
you were a drinker.

You didn't tell me
you were a cow.

You didn't tell the original
investigating team either.

A bit difficult with my
lips fused together.

Were you drinking
on the night of the fire?

Maybe.

You said that you remember
everything before the fire

but not the fire itself.

Yeah.

Well, Gary, is it possible
that you lit that fire, drunk,

not knowing what you were doing?

Is it possible
that you started it

and that ever since
you've just blanked it out?

All I remember
is having a drink,

and walking round the
school, just doing my job,

checking if everything was okay.

Nobody.

There's nothing around.

And then I went
back in the school,

and then [sobbing]
I don't remember!

You went round
the school outside?

Yes, I said!

Just leave me alone.

And there was nothing around?

No! I told you!

What about cars?

What?

Did you see any cars
parked anywhere? A red car?

No! There weren't any cars!

Are you sure, Gary?
Are you positive?

Yes, I'm sure!

I keep telling you, I remember
everything before the fire,

before everything changed.

What red car?

Artillery!

Here we go, come on!

[Dramatic music]

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Less than 50%, I think
you need a morale check.

Yes, yes, yes, I know.

I know you know!

Yeah!

[Audience applauds]

We did it!

[Phone rings]

Yes?

Hello, it's detective
superintendent Pullman.

I got your number
from the school.

I was wondering if I could
come and talk to you?

It's about the fire.

[Audience laughing
and applauding]

I'm right in the middle
of something just now.

It is important.

Well, I can see you at
the school in half an hour.

[Laughing] He should never
have pushed through the middle.

I had 'em coming on both sides,

and he pushed
through the middle.

Cor blimey, you're
on time for a change.

Bloody cheek!

How's the most
handsome boy in the world?

Taking after the female
side of the family, obviously.

Did you say everybody's coming?

Yep, all the wives, all
the kids, all en route.

Why? It's not Sunday.

No.

This is my first wife,
Carole, my daughter Paula.

And that's my
grandson, Gerry junior.

And this is Emily,
my eldest daughter.

[Soft music]

Please, take a seat.

Oh! I see you've been warring.

War-gaming.

I've been speaking
to Gary Kendal.

Really?

For a while I thought he
may be responsible for the fire,

but now I think
it's highly unlikely.

In fact, I'm
convinced he wasn't.

Well, I'm glad, given
what he's been through.

So, in the light of
that I thought I'd come

and let you know where
we stand in the investigation.

Right.

Luke has been discounted,
as have other pupils.

Ditto the war-gamers.

Luke's ex-girlfriend
is out of the frame.

I've even considered
whether Luke's father

may have been involved.

Well, I did wonder whether
that was a possibility.

He has a cast-iron alibi.

I see.

So, in one sense, it makes
my job all the more difficult.

But then the optimistic
part of me says

I'm simply narrowing
down the range of suspects.

You're an optimist?

Mr. Simpson, I
spend most of my days

working with three
older men, I have to be.

They've been distracted,

and I've allowed myself
to be distracted, too,

otherwise I would have
focused on the obvious question.

Which is?

What's the point?

I'm not with you.

An arsonist sets a
fire to fulfil something

within himself, sexual,
psychological, whatever.

Anyone else does it for an
external purpose, for gain.

Gain?

No one stood to gain from
the burning of the old school.

Well, you could say
that the school gained.

I've been looking
at your website.

"Although the former
site had its attractions,

no one could deny its failings.

It had deteriorated,
both in its fabric

and its ability to coax
the best from its pupils."

Well, that's certainly true.

"We did have problem children,

some very difficult
to teach," you said.

What the ofsted report
said was you were failing.

[Audience applauds]

The winner of the age
of reason competition,

with a record score
and, may I say,

a record display of
elan, is Mr. Brian Lane!

[Audience applauds]

There's also Luke's red car.

Or rather there isn't.

You lied.

Me?

Gary Kendal walked the
entire perimeter of the school.

There were no cars
outside, red or otherwise.

So, that's your thesis?

Kendal, a drunk,
says no, ergo I lied?

I'm a police officer,
Mr. Simpson.

In the absence of evidence,
having eliminated all suspects,

I have to look at what's left.

I keep getting you.

So, what?

I burned down luscombe in
the hope of being the next head?

I don't know.

I was hoping you'd tell me.

What I do know is you knew
Luke and you loathed him.

Something we have
in common, I believe.

You were willing to
give evidence at his trial.

Evidence you knew
no one would doubt,

coming as it did
from a deputy head.

I was happy to do it.

It's immensely brave,

testifying against a
dangerous criminal's son.

In my experience,

even other criminals would
be anxious at the prospect.

Perhaps I'm unusual
in having a heightened

sense of responsibility.

No, you're unusual in
being happy about it,

which either makes you reckless

or you have an underdeveloped
sense of personal danger.

Courage, I would call it.

In a war, maybe.

Ordinarily, people
who behave like that

tend to be labelled sociopaths.

And what is the consequence
of what happened?

Can we consider
that for a moment?

A boy, a hopeless boy,
goes to jail and is reformed.

A school, a hopeless school,
burns down and is rebuilt.

And all its hopeless
former pupils

are scattered to better schools.

Better built, better
equipped, better staffed,

just like this one.

Now, who can honestly say

that what happened
wasn't for the best?

Gary Kendal.

Kendal burned
because he was a drunk.

The old school was a disaster.

It was out of control.

It was becoming a
factory for future criminals,

murderers, even.

I stopped that.

I probably saved lives.

Yes, I burned down luscombe.

It was the best
thing I ever did.

Is that a confession?

[Laughs] Only
between us, I'm afraid.

But now I know who
the guilty party is,

I can start all over
again, working to that end.

I'll get you.

And when I do, you'll go down.

[Dramatic music]

[Chocking]

[Panting]

That's a shame.

Up till then you
could've made bail.

Oh, Gerry, I'm
sorry to bother you.

Have you seen Brian?

No.

I've been looking for him.

He hasn't had his medication.

And his soldiers have gone.

Soldiers?

His little soldiers
that he used to take

when he went war-gaming,
when he used to drink.

Listen, why don't you come in?

- I'll make some phone calls.
- No, you're obviously busy.

No, I'm sorry.

I'd better get back, anyway.

I'm sorry to bother you.

Try not to worry, and,
I'll track him down.

I'll let you know, okay?

[Door knock]

Sorry, Sandra, I didn't
mean to startle you.

- [Sandra] It's okay.
- I heard about the arrest.

They said he went
mad, attacked you.

He is mad.

But you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You really shouldn't
have gone alone.

- I know, I realise that.
- I know it's your last case,

but you really didn't have
to solve it single-handedly,

you know.

But it was a great job.

Well done.

Actually, I don't
think it is my last case.

I mean, I know it isn't.

I've decided not
to go on Monday.

It wouldn't be for
the right reasons,

and I realise it's
not what I want,

'cause I already
have what I want.

Job satisfaction means
more to me than status.

If that's all right.

If it's not a problem.

Of course.

Of course it's a problem?

No, no! Of course,
it's not a problem,

it's a lovely decision.

Excuse me, Brian's gone missing.

Brian's always missing.

No, Esther's worried,
I mean, really worried.

Apparently, he's
taken his soldiers.

He used to go war-gaming.

But when he did, he drank.

I mean, in much the same way,

if I was the leader of a Roman
army fighting barbarians,

I might apply Lucius
accius's Maxim.

[Speaks in a foreign language]

[Upbeat music]

No, not again.

What is this, "return
of the living dead?"

I spoke to your
tart earlier today.

Really? Which one?

Lysette?

You dirty devil!

She let something slip.

Come on, Jack,
sure it weren't you?

Mary.

My Mary.

You ran her down.

You did it.

You know, you really
are one sad old man.

Maybe.

But unlike you, I won't
be growing older in prison.

Yeah, well, even prison's
better than bouncing

off a car bonnet
at 70 mile an hour.

[Soft music]

You should have seen
her handbag fly, Jack.

Went nearly as far as she did.

Waitrose bags
all over the manor.

I remember there was lasagne.

Like a bit of Italian,
do you, Jack?

She must have bought it special.

Shame.

No supper for you
that night, eh, Jack?

You thought you were
so great, didn't you?

You thought you was
invincible, you doser!

You think I spend all my time

figuring out a way to kill you?

But then, that's your
trouble, innit, Jack?

You think a bit too
much of yourself.

Worked a treat.

Like a dream.

[Piano music]

Right, here we go.

No, no, I don't drink.

It's not drink, it's
champagne! [Laughs]

Brian the great!

Brian!

[Group] Brian,
Brian, Brian, Brian!

Come on!

[Group] Brian,
Brian, Brian, Brian!

If you take one sip of that,
I'll knock you spark out.

This man is an alcoholic,

and you're a bunch
of bloody idiots.

Come on! Me cup!

Excuse me!

You don't care about me!

You only care about yourself.

She's not leaving.

What?

I'm not going for the board.

Why not?

Because I'm a
bloody idiot as well.

Christ!

It's a disease, go on!

Does Jack know?

No, we're gonna go
and tell him. Where is he?

I don't know.

Well, the last
thing he said to me

was that he had some
unfinished business.

[Upbeat music]

- [Car engine revving]
- [Tyres screeching]

♪ It's all right, doin' fine ♪

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

♪ it's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

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

♪ hi-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 ♪

[Guitar music]