All language subtitles for New.Tricks.S06E05.Death.Of.A.Timeshare.Salesman.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track03

Morning, Andy.
Morning, mr halford.

Call me on the
mobile when it's done.

Ah, so you know how to use
a mobile now? Just do the mot.

No disrespect, mr halford.

Sorry, mate - had to
bring them with me.

Strickland wants us
to meet him at mill hill.

This is the only mode
of transport between us?

Yeah, I got clamped.

Somebody nicked the
front wheel off me bike.

I'm riding shotgun.

Come on, we're late.

It's actually not
too bad back here.

Just keep wiggling
your toes. Why?

So you don't get dvt. Eh?

Deep vein thrombosis.

♪ 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, doin' 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. ♪

Sorry to keep you,
sir. Car trouble.

And bike trouble.

You're probably all
wondering what I'm doing here.

It had occurred to us.

I've been asked to pilot a new scheme which aims
to ensure senior ranks interface more regularly

with what's happening further
down the chain of command.

Slumming it, you mean. I prefer to see it as
maintaining a ground-up approach to policing.

Shall we get started?

Five years ago, Dean Scott was
found dead right where I'm standing.

He apparently shot
himself with his own gun.

At the time, it was
recorded as suicide.

Dean Scott, as some
of you may remember,

made his fortune in the late '80s from a huge
timeshare resort. Cor, the lord of lanzagrotty?

Indeed. Last week an escort called
Alice hill came forward to say that

she'd witnessed somebody forcing their
way into the house shortly before he died.

So, I want you to
reopen the case.

Was he as dodgy as he sounds?

No. No criminal record. But I think
the "death of a timeshare salesman"

should be dealt with as thoroughly
as any other. Don't you agree?

Right, follow me.

"Death of a timeshare salesman."

I bet he's been
practising that all morning.

Now, according to Alice hill's
statement, "I was round at Dean's house.

"When I was leaving I grabbed my things and slipped
out the back so the neighbours wouldn't see me.

"Walked off down the drive,
heard this mental banging noise.

"Turned around and there was this
bloke really pounding on the front door.

"Dean answered it. They started kickin' off big time.
Then the bloke pushed his way in and I legged it."

Phone beeps

the commissioner's having lunch with Boris.
Wants me to join them first for drinks.

So, can you take over, Sandra?

I'll do my best, sir.

(Boris.) Pleasantly
short-lived new initiative.

Oh, you can't beat a
quick interface, can you?

Hasta la vista.

No problemo.

Hasta la vista. No problemo.
Planning a holiday, Brian? Course not.

What the hell would I
do on holiday? Problemo.

No joy with companies
house, then?

No. Not a single record on
Dean Scott's business anyway.

Now, according to this
old telegraph article,

his lazy palms timeshare resort was bought
by a Spanish company three years ago.

So, I shall give them a call.

A list of timeshare
owners would be useful.

See if anybody
had an axe to grind.

Oh, hi. Buongiorno.

Uhm, I would like to, eh,
parler with the boss grande

por favour.

No, no, um...

Ah. Si. Me from across El agua.

Uh... to telephoner

about senor Dean Scott.

Fontan what?

Fo... fontanero?

Ah hang on, hang on.

Uh, uno momento por favour.

Fontanero.

Plumber. No, no, no.

No fontanero. No, eh,
me policia from l'angleterra.

She put me on hold.

I never knew you were bilingual.

Should be just along here.

Under the bridge,
Alice hill said.

What's an escort
doing with that lot?

We'll soon find out.

♪ Can you feel his spirit?

♪ Can you feel his touch?

♪ Can you open up
your heart and let him in?

♪ We're god's new army

♪ we are singing songs of love

♪ songs of love from up above

♪ that made a sign

♪ we're god's new army

♪ we are soldiers
armed with love

♪ love is all you need... ♪
I could get into this.

You can't just turn
up for the band, Gerry.

♪ We're god's new army

♪ and we're singing
songs of love... ♪

hi. Hi. Um, is that Alice hill?

Yeah, that's Alice. She's
wonderful. We really love her.

How long's she been a volunteer? About three months
now but it feels like she's been with us forever.

I saw you tapping
your foot just now.

Yeah, this lot really rocks.

Did you feel it?
What, the rhythm?

The spirit.

He's brought you to us.

Both of you. Join
our army of believers.

Look, thanks for asking, but
we're a bit busy at the moment.

The spirit is in you both.

Excuse us.

Alice hill? Yeah.

Detective superintendant Pullman from
the unsolved crime and open case squad.

Oh. Yeah. Course.

Can we go somewhere private?

You were at Dean Scott's until
what time on the night he died?

About one in the
morning. Regular client?

No. It was our first time. Did
he find you through an agency?

My website.

You got an address for that?

Yeah um, it's
www.Hotescort69foru.Co.Uk.

You still working? Actually
I've quit the business.

So? It's paid up till
the end of the year.

In your original statement, you
said you didn't see the man's face.

That's right. Well, what did you
see? Was he short, tall, black, white?

He was white and the only other
thing I remember was his leather jacket.

It was nice. Expensive. When did
you hear about Dean Scott's death?

A few days later on the news. But
you didn't come forward then. No.

In that line of work, you learn
to keep what you see to yourself.

It's safer that way.

Look, I've come forward
now. I didn't have to.

I could have just kept
quiet. Why didn't you?

My conscience wouldn't
let me. Not since I found god.

Have you ever
been fingerprinted?

No. Then we need to take them.

Why? I haven't broken any laws.

No, it's so we can eliminate your prints from
any others found at the scene of the crime.

All right.

Site's had over 20,000 hits.

Brian, is it possible to find out whether
Dean Scott ever visited this web page?

Depends how long the server company
keeps records. I'll check it for you.

Thank you, and find out if there's
been any bookings through it lately.

What, you think she's
still working? Don't you?

I think she's trying
to turn her life around.

According to this, the deceased
was the face of lazy palms,

and he had a partner, a small-time
property developer called Mike Barnes.

The question is, how did Dean Scott, an estate agent
from bethnal green, and this Mike Barnes character,

raise enough cash to build a whacking
great timeshare resort? Yes, exactly!

Come on, let's go and
see the widow. Right.

She's in kilburn, isn't she?

Oh, muchas gracias.
What you got?

It's the list of timeshare owners
from way back when Dean was alive.

I'll run the details through the pnc and see if
any of them have got criminal records. Great.

Adios amigos.

Mrs Pamela Scott? That's right.

Detective
superintendant Pullman.

What's happened? Can we come in?

Thank you. Thank you.

We've decided to reopen the
investigation into your husband's death.

You don't seem
very surprised by this.

Well, deep down I never really
believed that Dean killed himself.

We loved each other.
We were a team.

Pearl and Dean, that's
what they called us.

That was our tenth
wedding anniversary.

We were soul mates.

He was 20 years older
than me and still a big kid.

Nice.

Well, it's all gone
now, of course.

The money, the jewels.
What happened to it?

Six months after Dean died, his business partner,
Mike Barnes, offered me the chance to buy him out.

His share of lazy
palms for a pound.

I thought it was the
most wonderful gesture.

I trusted him.

He was best man at the wedding.

So I signed the papers.

I found out later that on
the day of Dean's funeral

Mike had mortgaged the lot.

Once it was all unravelled
there were just debts, not assets.

About two million quid's worth, to be
precise. It completely wiped me out.

So thanks to Mike's creative accounting,
I'm stuck here in glamorous kilburn.

What made you decide
to re-open the case?

A new witness came forward.

She said she saw a man trying to barge
into the house the night that Dean died.

In the original police report, it says that you
spent the night with your mother. That's right.

She was sick.

I came home the next
morning and I found him.

He didn't leave a note. No, well
I've always wondered about that

because it seemed a
bit wrong, somehow.

You said... She... The
witness was a woman?

Yeah. Who? I'm afraid
we can't tell you that.

You can't see the front door from the street. She must
have been in the grounds. What was she doing there?

Please. I need to know.

The witness was an escort.

She was in the house?

Jack halford? Yes.

You want to see
me about Dean Scott.

Dci Barney Morris?
No, it's ds now.

Oh, what happened?

Decided I didn't want a desk
job. So I got meself demoted.

Listen, can we make this quick?

I need to be back on the street in half an hour
or the crackheads will start wondering where I am.

You're undercover? No. I've got this serious
personal hygiene problem. What do you think?

Before we start, I wanna say
you're wasting your time with this.

He shot himself.
Forensics proved it.

Maybe you missed something.
You read the case files?

Yes. Yeah, well, then you'll
know we were thorough.

We looked into his finances, his personal life,
into his movements the week before he died.

All we came up with was rich bloke, loved his
wife, but also never forgot where he came from.

What do you mean, never
forgot where he came from?

He went for a few drinks in a pub in
the east end the night before he died.

The Robert peel.
That's the one. So?

Well, peelers is a bit of a dump, you know, but
it's two streets away from where he was born.

Guess he wanted one look at the
old manor before he topped himself.

Trust me, it's a wild goose
chase, this. There's nothing there.

You never found
out about the escort.

What escort? The one that was at
Dean Scott's house the night he died.

You know what really hacks
me off about all this, eh?

You two twirlies. Sitting behind your desks with
nothing better to do than trawl through old cases.

Why don't you just go and play golf or
something and leave the police work to me?

We might if we weren't too
busy cleaning up your mess.

Are we done?

We're done.

What are you doing here?

You used to be
detective chief super.

Where's your self respect?

That went well. I thought so.

One particularly dark night, I went through
the album cutting Mike Barnes from our lives.

Does Barnes still
live in lanzarote?

No. He's back in London. He runs one
of those property millionaire seminars.

Did your husband and Mike Barnes ever fall out?
I'm not sure. He never mentioned it. No enemies?

Well, he had his fair share.

Didn't help that the papers were always on
about him being a "dodgy timeshare baron".

Did you get threatening phone calls
or people coming to the house? No.

Other than the
man that killed him.

They've run out of soap again.

How hard can it be to
keep a dispenser topped up?

You're not letting what
serpico said bother you.

What? No, no, no, no. I've just
had the garage on the phone.

Bloody car's failed its mot. It was
driving perfectly well yesterday.

It's not even all that old. Did
they say when you'll get it back?

Oh, no, they've got to send
away for parts. It'll be days.

That's me on the
public transport.

Good job you've got your bus
pass, then. Oh, thank you very much.

Last time I was on a bus, some
woman offered me her seat.

Hmmm, that was
nice. Very respectful.

Who needs that kind of respect? When I
turned her down, she pointed to the sign

saying give it up to the elderly and
then called me a miserable old git.

Yes, Adrian osler. Timeshare owner
with previous. He shoots, he scores!

I've checked that list against the
pnc. Ok, so what have you found?

Phone rings I did have
one match. Halford.

A disgruntled timeshare owner who was held in
contempt of court and issued a caution for assault.

Hardly britain's most wanted. Well, the
contempt arose during a case against Dean Scott.

Adrian osler sued him for emotional distress, then
became abusive when he lost and punched his solicitor.

Good, sounds promising.

Follow it up, will you?
Thanks for your help.

That was ballistics. And?

The blood splatter patterns indicate that Dean was
fairly low to the ground when the trigger was pulled.

What, he was kneeling when he shot himself?
Or he was on his knees begging for his life.

Maybe Mike Barnes needed to borrow a couple
of million against the timeshare resort.

But Dean refused.
So he killed him.

The original enquiry checked with immigration. Barnes
wasn't in the country on the night in question.

Yeah, but he could have
slipped in under the radar.

If you are going to bump
someone off, that's the smart plan.

He's holding a how to be a property millionaire
seminar tomorrow. You and Gerry go there undercover.

I've always wanted to hear
what those property gurus say.

Mr osler. Yeah.
We're from the met.

We need to talk to
you about Dean Scott.

I've got nothing to say about
him. But you did in court.

You said, and I quote,

"you ruined my life." Well, he
did. But what does it matter now?

He shot himself and my
life's still crap. End of story.

So tell us why you hated him so
much? Well, let me see. Oh, yeah.

My wife divorced me, I lost
me job, then I went bankrupt.

Yeah, but it wasn't
all his fault. Wasn't it?

Listen, we bought one of his crappy
timeshare villas on our honeymoon.

Which is ironic because six years
later my lovely wife was by the pool,

tits out, when Juan the waiter turned up
with a pina colada and ended our marriage.

What, she ran off
with Juan? Yeah.

Then took me to the cleaners. She got the
house, the car, the savings. Guess what I got?

The timeshare villa?

Bingo. But by then no-one was interested
in 'em so I couldn't get a decent price.

Then when I defaulted on
the rip-off service charge,

the lord of lanzagrotty kindly sent the
bailiffs round. Which was just what I needed.

And that's when
I went a bit la-la.

Got my p45 and
ended up bankrupt.

So, do me a favour, don't tell me it
wasn't his fault when I know that it was.

So you took Dean to court?

It was either
that or kill meself.

But you lost the case and
a year later, he was dead.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

Half of me wonders
whether ds Morris wasn't right.

Maybe I should retire properly.

I think I'd fail my mot,
Mary. Too many emissions.

Of course, the other half of me wants to show the
cocky sod what a lifetime of experience gives you,

apart from a bad
back and Alzheimer's.

Maybe I could make
last orders, if I hurry.

What can I get you? Oh,
uh, I'll have a doner kebab.

Quiet night. Every night is quiet
since the pub closed down. Tell me, um,

have you ever seen this man?

He looks kind of familiar.

Would be, what, five years ago.

He's the bloke he come in one night, he buy
kebabs for everybody in the pub. Maybe 50 of them.

To celebrate when uh, west
ham they beat sheffield united

and then he gets into a fight
with somebody outside the pub.

When was that? Must be... Late 2004. Was he a
regular? No. No, he only came in that one time.

Must have made
quite an impression.

It was a big night. Do you
want some chilli sauce with this?

Oh, yes, I think so.

Brian! Look, hide that
thing before anyone sees it.

I wish you'd get a mountain bike,
something with a bit more street cred.

Gerry, there are no mountains
in London, so far as I know.

Just get rid of it.

So what's your name? Ron Evans.

Yours? Arthur Miller.

What? You know, like the writer.

Yeah, I know who Arthur
Miller was. Excuse me, please.

I just don't think it's a good
idea for you to use the name.

Well, I can't change now.

It's an integral
part of my persona.

Bicycle clip!

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

Good afternoon.

Now is the time to buy.

And do not let anybody
tell you otherwise.

Do you know why?
I'll tell you why.

Because it is cheap.

Honestly, it is bargain city out there for
anybody who's got the balls to actually go for it!

Do you want to be
successful? Yes.

I'll ask you again.

Do you want to be successful?

Yes!

Do you want to be a property
millionaire like me? Yes!

Of course you do and
doesn't that sound great?

Becoming a property millionaire.

That is the name of the game.
And do you know what the trick is?

The trick is very, very simple.

It's knowing what to buy, where to buy it
and how to borrow the money. That's crucial.

How to borrow the money, and that
is what I am going to be teaching you,

using my solid gold
secrets to becoming...

A property millionaire.

Applause

you know, there might
be something in this.

I could do with a way of
earning some extra cash.

Yeah, his figures
are way too optimistic.

Anyone ever tell you, Brian,
you're a killjoy, do you know that?

Ah, Mike, may I?

Sure. Listen, you really
inspired me up there. Great stuff.

Ah, thanks, thanks very much, Ron, that's
really kind of you. It makes it all worthwhile.

Hi, Arthur Miller.

Well, not the Arthur Miller of
course, the other one. We're partners.

Business partners. Right, so tell
me, Arthur, how big's your portfolio?

Oh, virtually non-existent.

I'm the number cruncher. Ah, well, there
you go, you're the brains of the outfit.

Yeah, he thinks he is.
Look, I am right, aren't I?

You were big in timeshare
in the '80s, weren't you?

Yeah, that's right.
Well, I dabbled, yeah.

I bet you wrote the book on how to
sell 'em. Yeah, I did as it happens.

God, I tell you what. I remember,
we used to to get the punters in

on the promise of some free radio or a voucher
for some dodgy chicken and sangria shack.

In those days it
was all families.

You'd say to the dad, if he smoked, "listen,
mate, for the price of a pack of fags,

"you could buy yourself and your family a
small slice of paradise." And do you know what?

It works because you are selling them their
dreams. Every time, you can't go wrong.

Brilliant! Brilliant! I'll tell you
who was a hero of mine, though.

The lord of lanzagrotty.

What was he like?
What, Dean Scott?

Yeah. A legend.
Yeah. Yeah, he was.

He was a great man.
In fact, I miss him dearly.

Anyway, listen, it's been really nice reminiscing
with you fellas but I really ought to shoot.

I better go and talk to some of the
others or they'll think I'm ignoring them.

See you later. The hair?

Could hardly miss it.

Yeah, he dyes his hair.

And his eyebrows. Very badly.

He's a bottle blonde with something
to hide. Might just be vanity.

No. There's more
to it than that.

What does he want? Yo!

I've had a look at the
post-mortem files, Jack.

Obviously, because he
was cremated, all I've had to

go on is the pathology report
and the photographic evidence.

But that's cool. I can be
pretty lateral when I need to be.

What did you find?

The gunshot to the head will have masked any
bruising he may have sustained around the face.

But check out those
marks on his knuckles.

Looks like your boy was
in a punch-up after all.

Kudos, Jack. Why wasn't
this mentioned in the report?

Probably because they weren't contemporaneous. How
soon before his death did the fight take place?

No more than a couple of days.
Right. Anything else to tell us?

Yeah, I've just bought a new
Porsche and it's a monster.

About the case!

No.

Bye, Steve.

Laters, brethren.

Much later, hopefully.

A witness saw Dean get into a punch-up outside the
Robert peel when west ham played sheffield united.

And that match was
played on 11th September.

The day before he died.

Who's the himbo?

Shall we?

Alice, are you in?

I hope you're
getting paid overtime.

Could say the same to you.

God's work is never done.
And neither is police work.

Alice, your fingerprints didn't match any
that came away from the scene of the crime.

I was wearing gloves.

I'd forgotten that.

Long velvet ones. I've still got
them, if you wanna take a look?

Nah.

Did Dean mention anything
about having a fight? No.

I know that men open
up in these situations.

The intimacy of strangers.

Yeah.

Did you discuss anything?

Other than the price?

Yeah, other than the price.

Uh, yeah, but it
was just small talk.

The usual.

Why did you get into that world?

I needed the money and I
liked sex. Still do, as it happens.

I thought it would be ok.

But it wasn't?

No, you lose something.

And no matter what you tell
yourself, you can't get it back.

So you haven't
lived here long? No.

Looks nice. Yeah.

Thanks for walking me home.

Pleasure.

Night, night. Bye.

We ran a licence plate check on the BMW. It's
registered to a 26-year-old called Callum Jones.

They had dinner together, then went back to Mike
Barnes's house. So they're gay. What does that prove?

Correction. The neighbours
say Callum Jones is his son.

You mean step-son?
Apparently not.

So one of them's
changed his name.

He hums

oops, sorry folks, you're a little bit
early. If you want to wait in the other room,

then the seminar won't be long. We're not here
for the seminar. Detective superintendant Pullman.

Right. How can I help?

We'd like to talk to you
about your son, Callum.

Is he all right? So
he is your boy, then?

Then your real
name must be Jones.

No. No, it's Barnes.
Mike Barnes.

Oh, can you explain to me why you
and your son have different surnames?

Yeah, it's because paternity is a complicated
business, love, and just because I raised him as my own

doesn't necessarily
mean that he actually is.

Have you ever been in trouble
with the police? No. No, I haven't.

Then you won't mind
coming back to the station

so we can run that through
the system, just to be sure.

Ok.

You all right? Yeah, fine. Good.

Right boys, tell me everything you
know about the Dover street robbery.

Dover street. Oh, very tasty.

November 1985.

Brilliantly executed job from
start to finish. Big one too.

They got away with seven
million in gold bullion by digging

their way into the bank from the laundry
next door. And no-one heard a thing.

Because of the tumble dryers?
No, the fireworks, it was bonfire night.

So who were the suspects?

Well, there was
handsome Johnny tevis.

Everyone knows he
cut his teeth on that.

But there was never enough
evidence to make anything stick.

Teflon tevis. No change there. Yeah,
the only one caught was frank Powell,

when he tried selling his share
of the stash a few months later.

He did ten years but
kept his mouth shut.

And then of course there
was the vanishing man.

Mmm, Trevor Jones.
Right piece of work, he was.

What?

It's not? Oh, yes, it is.

Mike Barnes is Trevor Jones.

You're kidding! I
thought he was dead.

Or banged up in South America or something.
Makes you glad you have lived this long.

They never recovered that gold, you know. Well, seven
million reasons right there to change your name.

Back when I was a ds, there was
this career criminal called Trevor Jones.

He was a bit special
and everyone knew it.

And suddenly, in the
winter of 1985, he vanished.

His passport expired two years later and was
not renewed, and he's never been seen since.

Well, it sounds like he died. No,
he was reborn as Mike Barnes.

That plastic surgeon
did a really good job.

Your own mother wouldn't recognise
you. You look ten years younger.

You couldn't give me
his name, could you?

It's all very funny but
it's also a big mistake.

We believe that on November 5th 1985, you were
involved in the Dover street bank robbery.

Well, let me tell you I wasn't and as I have
already told you, I am not who you think I am.

The fingerprint database
doesn't lie, mr Jones.

You were all so
careful in that bank.

No evidence, no prints, nothing.

It was almost perfect. Almost.

But how frustrating it must have
been to have to wear gloves all the time.

Too frustrating.

So you took one off. Just so
you could hold some of that gold.

Feel it in the
palm of your hand.

Unfortunately when you came to
split the haul, frank Powell got that bar.

With your prints all over it.

And then he tried to sell
it and got himself arrested.

You must have gone over that moment
so many times in the last 24 years.

One set of prints on one lousy gold
bar hanging over you. Haunting you.

You should never have
come home, Trevor.

I just wanted to be near my boy. Tell us
about your relationship with Dean Scott.

No comment. Trevor,
we've got you on the gold.

We know you built the time share to launder it and
got Dean to front it so you could reinvent yourself.

It's time to start co-operating.

He's right. It'll look good.

Ok. All right, he was my
business partner. Did you kill him?

No, of course I bloody didn't. I
was in lanzarote when he died.

Can you prove that? Yes. Check
the records at the monteros hospital

and you'll see I was having a hernia
operation, and sodding painful it was too.

What about frank
Powell or Johnny tevis?

Are you asking if one of them shot him? Yes.
I've no idea. Was Dean in on the robbery?

Oh, for god's sake.

Dean wasn't a criminal. He was an
estate agent. There's a difference?

You've had a good run for your money,
Trevor, but it's over and we all know it.

..Now you know.

He's been charged
with Dover street.

Yes! No bail. Excellent!

And this report concludes that
the robbery was a three-man job.

Any less and they couldn't have shifted
that amount of gold in the time allotted.

Any more, there wouldn't have been
enough room in the vault for them.

So that's frank Powell, Mike Barnes
aka Trevor Jones and in all likelihood...

Johnny tevis. And Dean
was just the laundryman?

They were pros. They wouldn't
take a civilian on a job like that.

Ugh, haven't we
got any fresh milk?

No, we haven't. Didn't
you get some more?

Have it black.
It won't kill you.

According to the probation service, frank Powell
was released from prison August 15th 2004.

Well, that's a month
before Dean died.

Now he runs a snooker
club in Whitechapel.

Off we go then. No, I'll tell you what,
guv, I think I'll be better on me own.

Hi, uh... Tell frank Powell that
Gerry standing wants a word, will you?

Well, go on then.

Do I know you?

No.

But I know you.

You put my old man inside.

He'd want me to give
you this. Hold on, hold on.

Come on, then! Come on!

Hey, what you gonna do now? What you
gonna do? What you gonna do now? Come on.

Drop the knife, get lost,
and don't come back.

Yeah, cheers.

It's been a while, Gerry.

Yeah.

You got a licence for
that? Course I have.

But not for that.

Who was that?

I cannot tell you.

Can't or won't?

I'm sorry it happened in my place,
Gerry. But I won't grass him up.

Looks like we've got
a little problem, then.

So.

How well did you
know Dean Scott?

Dean?

So that's why you're here.

We kicked around a bit when we was
kids. So you were mates? Back then.

What about Trevor Jones?

Was he part of your gang?

When you were kids. Yeah.

He was our little mascot.

Now, when you got released, did you go and
have a drink with Dean for old times' sake? No.

Cos timing's a
funny thing, innit?

You see, you get out, he
gets killed. Dean shot himself.

Wait a minute.

You think he was murdered.

24 hours before he died, Dean had a fight
outside the peelers. Was that with you?

No. Well, who then?

Or shall we have a look for
the licence for that shooter?

He had a bit of a Barney
with Johnny tevis. What about?

I dunno. Johnny never told
me. Where can I find him?

Last I heard he was down the
south coast but that was a while ago.

Doubt he'd be there now.

The server company only keep
records going back three years

so we can't check if Dean visited Alice hill's
website. Any sign she's still getting work through it?

No. Closed her contact
number down three months ago.

And the email's on bounce back.

Morning all. Morning.

I went to see frank Powell.

Oh, yeah? He reckons the fight outside the pub was
with tevis. But he doesn't know what it was about.

It's time we talked to mr tevis.
You could have a problem there.

Nobody's seen him for at least six months.
Even my informers don't know where he is.

Now given the fact he is a bit of a nomad,
he just seems to have vanished into thin air.

Don't like the sound of
that. Keep trying, Gerry.

Right, I'm off to see Pamela.

Maybe she can enlighten us.

See you later, boys.
Ta-ta. They took 150

12.5 kilo bars of gold bullion.
That means 50 bars each.

Frank got nicked. Trevor
built his timeshare resort.

So what did Johnny
tevis do with his share?

Well, there's only
three possibilities.

He sold it, stashed
it or spent it slowly.

The longer you wait, the easier
it is. I wonder if he's been nicked?

What, teflon tevis?

We'd have heard. There'd have been a
party, with drinks, maybe even nibbles.

Oh, yeah, those little chicken
satay sticks. Oh, do you like them?

I love them. They're
horrible, those.

And the peanut sauce. Yes, I like those little
vol au vents best. Half-baked pies, them.

Oi. Have a butcher's at this.

He's in witness protection.

Sobbing

Christ! Pamela,
are you hurt? No.

Who did this? I don't
want to talk about it.

Pamela, is someone trying to
stop you from co-operating with us?

We've arrested Mike Barnes.

For what?

For his part in the
Dover street robbery.

You've heard of it?

Yeah. Did you know
he was involved?

Was Dean? We don't think so. No.

Mike Barnes's real
name is Trevor Jones.

After the robbery, he built the
timeshare resort to launder the proceeds.

Is that why Dean was
killed? It's possible.

Do you know a man
called Johnny tevis?

Yes, he came to visit us a few times
in lanzarote. He was a friend of Mike's.

Dean got into a fight with him the
night before he died. Any idea why?

No. No, he never mentioned it.

Do you think Johnny
tevis killed Dean?

Do you?

I don't know.

Tell me who
smashed the place up.

I can't. We can protect you.

Good morning. Detective superintendent
Pullman. I just want to talk to you about...

Ucos. We're here
to see your boy. ID.

Cheers. You all right?

Assume the position, gents.

Oi, oi, careful down there!

Ok.

Never thought I'd be so pleased
to see a couple of old school filth.

That's it, fellas, come in,
make yourselves at home.

Starved of entertainment are you,
Johnny? Bored to tears. Want a drink?

No, thanks. Yeah,
I will, cheers.

You know the last time I saw you, you were driving
a lovely old roller down the mile end road.

Oh, yes.

Still got that stag?

Yeah. Cheers. We'd like to ask
you about Dean Scott. Ok. Fire away.

How well did you know him?
Well, he was a friend of a friend.

We talked if we bumped into
each other but, we weren't close.

So what did you two fight about the night before he
died? It was nothing. We were both pissed at the time.

You know messing around...

Let's call it an excess
of testosterone.

Who won?

Who do you think?
Didn't you used to box?

Yeah. Only amateur.

You were good.

Good quick jab, right hook.

So what made you stop?
Didn't want to mess up the boat.

Is that why you picked a fight with a bloke
who was smaller than you and 20 years older?

Dean started it. Why?

He had a short fuse.
Especially after a few pints.

Come on, it must have
been about something.

What was it, money? Reputation?

Reputation! Don't make me laugh.

He didn't have a reputation
to get arsey about.

Whose local was the Robert peel?

Back then, it was mine.
So he came looking for you.

What did you do to him, Johnny?

Must have been pretty bad for him to
come and dig out a hard man like you.

Handsome Johnny tevis.

It was because of a woman.

How long had you been sleeping
with Pamela when he found out?

Not my type.

I like 'em stacked and blonde.

So you weren't
having an affair? No.

You know, I think
I've changed my mind.

I think I'll have
that drink after all.

Help yourself. Thank you.

You know we've nicked Mike Barnes,
aka Trevor Jones, for Dover street.

I hadn't heard. Two
down, one to go.

Ooh, good luck.

Very nice. Good vintage, is it?

Latour '82. It's
one of the greats.

So where's the rest of the gold, Johnny,
I mean apart from what's in your mouth?

Dover street had
nothing to do with me.

Come on, Johnny, everyone knows you were the
getaway driver. Yeah, well, everyone's wrong.

I reckon you've got 50 bars
stashed away somewhere.

Yeah, I wish.

The price of gold today, eh,
gentlemen. Gone right through the roof.

50 gold bars, worth an
absolute bloody fortune.

Millions.

Bell rings

how big a body
builder is the bastard?

Say on a scale of one to ten.

Mr sergeyev.

Detective
superintendant Pullman.

I'd like to talk to you
about Pamela Scott.

There's nothing
here, Brian, come on.

Hang on, what's this?

Good news is - it
looks like his loan book.

Bad news is - it's in Russian.

All we're asking is that you exert some pressure so
that we can bring Johnny tevis in for questioning.

He's their star witness in a
case against the McKenzie family.

We're talking major
organised crime.

You'll need more than circumstantial
evidence to prise him away.

We think he was banging
the dead man's wife.

Well, then you get
some actual evidence.

Until then the answer's no.

How sure are you?

I'd stake my reputation on it.

A theory.

Dean Scott finds out that Johnny
tevis is sleeping with his wife, Pamela.

So he goes to the peelers, they have a fight, Dean
Scott loses and he goes home but Pamela's not there.

So he just sits there brooding
until she comes back from her mum's

and he threatens her, so she phones
Johnny who comes over, shoots him.

And then they make
it look like suicide.

What about Alice, the escort?

Yeah, well, she didn't
come forward for five years.

And when she did, her prints weren't at the
scene. You don't think she was there then?

My heart wants to believe
her but my gut says no.

Finally, we're in
agreement about her.

So why did she lie?

That's what I can't figure out.

Maybe someone wants Johnny
tevis arrested for murder so

he can't testify at the McKenzie
trial, so they put Alice up to it.

Velvet gloves. Nah,
sorry, I just don't buy it.

I think the reason your prints were never found
at Dean's house is cos you were never there.

And if you were never there, then you
couldn't have witnessed anyone barging in.

Why would I make that up?

Because someone wants Johnny
tevis not to be able to testify.

I've no idea what
you're talking about.

Come on, Alice, who
put you up to it? Nobody.

You just don't like me, do you?

Why is that? Too
much competition?

I think Dean threatened you when he found
out about your affair with Johnny tevis.

So your lover came
round and killed him.

No. None of that is true.

We're giving you a
chance here, Pamela.

If that's what happened, then
you can plead self defence.

But we need to know now.

I stayed at my mother's. When
I came home, he was dead.

Ah.

You're not being straight
with us. And that's a mistake.

If Johnny killed him and you don't say anything
that makes you an accomplice. So who shot Dean?

What? You both need to see this.

Pamela wasn't the only one who owed sergeyev
the loan shark money. Alice hill did too.

No such thing as
a bad coincidence.

And sibford house is only a spit away
from tadmerton house, where Pamela lives.

They know each other. And Alice only moved into
her new flat south of the river four months ago.

All in the timing.

Records show that until
four months ago, when you

got religion, you were living just
round the corner from Pamela Scott.

Whatever you say. And neighbours
confirm that you saw a lot of each other.

Well, they're wrong. Just
admit it, you're friends.

There's no law against it.

I do not know the woman.

Have you really
found god, Alice?

No.

I didn't think so. The whole
thing's just a great big con.

Whose idea was it?
Yours or Pamela's?

No comment. We
know about your debts.

This interview is
suspended at 10.51am.

What's going on? I know
what they've been up to.

Unless you want to continue to
pretend that Dean was murdered

and risk getting done for
it, this has to end right now.

Ok.

That's the first smart
decision you've made all day.

Why did Dean shoot himself?

Did he find out about you and
Johnny? Were you in love with Johnny?

I thought I was.

How did Dean react when
he found out about you two?

Well, at first he was gutted.

Then he said he would forgive me as long as I agreed
to never see Johnny again. But you couldn't do that?

No.

He'd done something
to me, I was infatuated.

I never felt anything
like that before.

And the thought of never seeing
him again was just too much to bear.

So,

I told Dean I wanted a divorce.

Were you with Johnny
the night Dean died?

Yes.

But in the morning I
realised what a fool I'd been.

So I went home to beg Dean to forgive
me, to take me back, but I was too late.

He'd left a suicide note.

I hid it out of shame.

After you came round I tried to destroy
it but I couldn't, it was too painful.

It was the last thing
he ever gave me.

One terrible mistake, all because
some flash sod turned my head.

Did you know about Dover street or
Dean's role in laundering of the proceeds?

No, not until she told me.

Life's hard now Dean's gone,
isn't it, Pamela? It's bloody hard.

So how have you made it easier?

Every year Dean had made
his life insurance payments.

We were owed. I was owed.

But he'd switched
to a new company.

So the policy was less than 12
months old when he killed himself.

And because of that,
it was null and void.

They pay out on suicide.

Yes, just as long as it
doesn't happen in the first year.

Two months later, it would have
been fine for Dean to blow his brains out.

He had his enemies. I figured you
wouldn't even have to find his killer.

So long as it wasn't considered a
suicide, then I could make a claim.

So you got Alice hill to say she was
with him and saw a man forcing his way in?

Yes. She needed the money as much
as I did. I was going to split it with her.

After Dean died, Johnny
wasn't interested any more.

That bastard liked the danger of being
caught more than he actually liked me.

I lost everything
because of him.

And he couldn't give a toss.

The only thing that man
ever loved was his stupid cars.

I tried to smash them up once.

I figured it could be the only
way I could really hurt him.

But I couldn't even get in.
It was like fort bloody Knox.

You couldn't get in where?

His lock-up.

Johnny tevis has never lived in
one place for more than a year.

But he's had this
since the early '80s.

Good morning. Morning.

Detective
superintendent Pullman.

That's fine. Morning. Morning.

One warrant.

Fine, thank you.

Did well to keep
this place quiet.

You sure about this?
Well, it's worth a go.

Bugger it!

We ought to get the lab boys
down here, tear this place apart!

Come on, I'll buy you a pint.

Hang on, you've got
whitewash all over your coat.

Hang on a minute.

These bricks are very small.

Ah, you can't stay away
from me, can you, Jack?

I've been to your lock-up.

Nice brickwork.

I'm of the opinion that it's not in anyone's interest
to push the cps to charge either Pamela or Alice.

Well, they intended to defraud the insurance
company and they wasted police time.

Yeah, but Pamela's already lost
everything, sir. She's had it pretty tough.

Time wasn't entirely wasted. We got some
of the gold back and caught Trevor Jones.

You might even get a pop at
Johnny tevis once he's given evidence.

I'm afraid Johnny tevis is off limits. Dover
street's been incorporated into his deal.

Well, at least you hit
him where it hurts, Jack.

That lock-up was his pension.

Oh, um, perhaps you're
right about Pamela Scott.

You know there's still a reward
on the gold. No, no, I didn't, sir.

Well, maybe someone
should claim it. Good idea, sir.

Well, well done, everyone.

Enjoy the weekend. You too.

I'm off to an apco
strategy seminar.

Have fun, sir.

So, who's going to tell
Pamela about the reward?

I will.

I suppose one of us claiming
it would be out of the question?

Completely. And it's against
met rules, as you well know, Gerry.

Yeah, but technically
those rules only apply to you.

I mean, we're civilians.

Could be a good few Bob in it.

That'll be a no, then!

♪ 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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