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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?

December the 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 was 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 want to 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.
- Ooh!

Policy Planning Review
was 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.

It's all right. We're
police officers.

- Keep still, son.
- He's clean.

All right, Gerry.
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 gray ♪

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ 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 okay ♪

♪ We're getting to
the end of the day ♪

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1997.

I got nicked for burning
my old school down.

I'd been expelled. I
had previous for arson.

My girlfriend gave
me 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
happened to find 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?

Look, I've written it
down in the envelope.

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

Why didn't you tell the police
about the hijack originally?

Are you serious?
I'm not a grass, mate.

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... I 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 them a visit.

But now, you do your job,

that's enough for me that
they go through what I did.

Jail.

That'd do it for me.

All right. Thanks very much.

Ta-ta.

Prison did something to him.

Yeah.

Did something to Hitler.

So, Ricky Hanson. Mate of yours?

Biggest murdering, thieving,

lying piece of
morally bankrupt shite

I've ever laid eyes on.

Oh, nothing personal, then?

We were on his case a long time.

We?

Yeah, I was on Jack's team.

We linked him to
three separate murders,

including his own brother.

Was the last case I worked
on before I left the job.

Funny old world, isn't it?

Luke's just told me...

Luscombe... the
school that burnt down...

They've rebuilt it.

He's there this afternoon
giving a talk to the kids.

Sandra, could I
have a word, please?

Giving a talk to the kids?

Isn't that what we used to do?

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 very clear to me

that were you to
apply for a promotion,

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

This week's police notices.

They're advertising applications

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 passed
the message on.

What did he want?

Oh, you know,

just stressing the need
for delicacy, sensitivity.

Asshole.

You think it's a laugh, yeah.

Once they shut that door
on you, it's not so funny.

It's just you, on your own.

And no matter how big you
are, how hard you think you are,

there's always someone bigger,
harder, nastier on the inside.

Worse, he could even fancy you.

Or you. Or you.

Or you.

And all you've got to
protect yourself with

is a toothbrush.

A lousy toothbrush.

So if you think jail's
an easy way out, don't.

'Cause it ain't.

- Mr. Simson.
- Oh!

First time you
ever called me that.

Thanks for coming in, Luke.

I'm really pleased
you've turned a corner.

Yeah. See you around.

I'll be honest...
When he went to jail

I gave a little prayer of thanks

that I'd never have
to see him again.

- And now?
- Unrecognizable.

Tell me, after he was expelled,

did his father have
anything to say?

Oh, a lot. Most
of it unpleasant.

We had to call the police.

Do you really think
he's reformed?

Luke, I mean.

My evidence helped put him away.
You saw he just shook my hand.

- Mm.
- Anyway, good to meet you.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

You just want to have
another go at his dad.

Must be the masochist in me.

Do you really believe
that Ricky Hanson

burned down this school and
let his son take the rap for it?

He killed his brother.

That was never proved, Jack.

Here we are. This is it.

- Lysette Perry?
- Ohh.

What is that smell?
It's disgusting.

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

You got to be coppers, right?

We're not policemen, as such.

Just ask what you want to 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 to do with me.

I don't want nothing
to do 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.

Oh, you looking at my tits now?

If I am, it's only because

that's obviously
where your brains are.

Ha ha. That's funny.

Finished?

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.

After going out with her,

it would probably
come as a relief.

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

Gary Kendal?

I'm thinking of making
it my Christian name.

Sorry?

Pause. Pause Kendal.

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

Hope you don't mind mugs.
I can't stretch to saucers.

- Thank you.
- That's fine.

I'm sorry.

You weren't there, were you?

Eh?

So, he didn't do it, then?

Hanson?

Luke? Apparently not.

You know him?

Who didn't? Little sod.

Suppose he's a big one now.

No, no, no. He's reformed.

Oh, I'm glad.

That makes two of us, then.

"Re-formed," get it?

What do you remember
about the night of the fire?

Uh, it was very hot.

Not much.

Saturday night, I used
to walk round the school.

Check the grounds.

Police tried to talk
to me at the time.

Ask me who'd done it.

I was too ill.

All I can remember

is lying there in
bandages for four months,

not working.

Haven't worked since.

Didn't you get any compensation?

Oh, yeah. I retired to
the south of France on it.

It's gone.

All I get now is
invalidity benefit.

With a view.

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 true false alibi

proves she couldn't
have set the fire.

She has trouble lighting a fag.

It could have 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
completely 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
some sort of 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.

So we have a full night of
racing here at Leytonstone

for you tonight.

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

Who'd you want, then?

- Frieda.
- No chance.

Hello, Ricky.

Blimey.

You're a bit lost,
in'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.

Was 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.

How about that?

My dog's come in at 5 to 1.

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

I'm a winner.

Say hello to Blondie.

♪ Doo dee dee doo doo ♪

Yes?

Are you Gerry Standing?

Who wants to know?

Emily Driscoll.

Oh, yeah?

I think you might be my dad.

- Did you know...
- Probably.

Arsonists are among the most
highly intelligent of criminals.

Well, why do they
get caught, then?

Well, they don't, quite often.

Ours wasn't, was he?

Average IQ of 140.

That doesn't sound very average.

No.

Did you know they also
tend to be loners, obsessives,

with few friends and
an inability to form

meaningful, long-term
relationships?

- What?
- Nothing.

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

She wouldn't ever 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.

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.

Why didn't she tell me?

She said she couldn't trust you.

- She said you were hopeless.
- Hopeless?

Unreliable.

She said that she loved you,

but she couldn't take the
risk of staying with you.

Yeah, but I am reliable.

And she said look at the hair.

Yeah.

Oh, well, so, what do we do now?

I mean, what do you want?

I don't know.

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.

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.

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, certainly.

Some of them very
difficult to teach.

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 there

that weekend.

Not a toy fair. A convention.

Convention?

War-games convention.

War-games convention?

Oh, look.

Oh, you mean toy soldiers.

No, these are not toy soldiers.

- They're...
- Miniature figurines.

Bosniak Lancers?

Yeah. Prussian. Seven Year War.

Frederick the Great.

- What, they 28 mill?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, fantastic!

These are all post-1762.
Where did you get them?

So, what do you do?

Do you play with them?
Battles and things?

No, no, no, not play. Reenact.

You reenact major historical
military engagements

but to scale.

My hobby.

Which is why I made the
hall available to the organizer.

Who was the organizer?

Victor Pritchard.

Victor Pritchard?

Would you want to speak to him?

I probably have a
number somewhere.

Oh, my God, would I.

Yes, we would. Thank you.

- Victor Pritchard.
- Yes, Brian.

Due cappuccino.

Thanks.

Oh, sorry. Do you take sugar?

Yeah.

- Huh.
- What?

That's exactly how much I take.

Look, I'm glad you could come.

I thought we ought
to try and find out

a little bit more
about each other.

I mean, are you married,
single? Oh, no, no. No.

You said you didn't
have any relatives.

I was married. I'm divorced.

Ditto.

Pressures of the job.

Tell me about it.

- I've had three.
- Ooh.

So, what do you do for a living?

I'm a police officer.

What? Uniform?

Plainclothes. C.I.D.

What did he call me?

Blondie.

That was the
name of Hitler's dog.

Blondie.

But then again, you are blond.

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 burned down,

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

Ancients, Medieval, Napoleonics.

Where the hell have you
been? It's half past 1:00.

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

And get this, it was
organized by Victor Pritchard.

- Who?
- Victor Pritchard.

He is Mr. Table-Top
Miniature Battle Re-enactment.

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

- Blimey. This is...
- Fantastic.

Yes!

Victor Pritchard?

Take 'em off. They're dead.

All of 'em. Dead. Dead!

Victory!

A whole regiment
of chasseur à cheval.

What a waste.

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.

Sassanids, 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, then?

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.

John Hawkwood.

That's not his real
name, obviously. It's a...

Nom de guerre?

Hawkwood... famous English
soldier in Renaissance Italy.

First he fought for Pisa,

but then he switched
allegiance to the Florentines.

But his most famous victory...

Brian, please. You're
beginning to frighten me.

His real name is Nigel Midgely.

Yes, well, no
wonder he changed it.

You don't get many
Nigel the Greats, do you?

Midgely was a
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 reenactment.

Totally childish.

Vengeful war gamers?

Arson's the work of a
psycho, not an anorak.

Don't know about you,

but I thought that lot
were bloody terrifying.

Or is it a boy thing?

You all right, Gerry?

Yeah, I was given an old
photograph with me on it,

and I seem to have lost it.

- Ah!
- Sorry.

I was asking 'round
about Midgely.

I've got a last known.

Jack? Hang on, wait.

I know where you're going,
and I'm coming with you.

That's amazing.

And here's me thinking

I'm gonna have to go to
bed on my 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.

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.

All you got's a 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 do you think you
are, coming in here,

talking to me like
I was nothing?

You want to 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 do 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.

No, there are too
many similarities.

She even 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.

I had a photo of
me with her mum,

but I seem to have lost it.

Get a 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, show a
complete lack of trust.

The ultimate betrayal.

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.

Thank you.

I don't think any of us

has managed to
build ourselves back up

to the point at which
we were before.

Your next RV is
at 8:30 local time

at the restaurant Hamadi, 2
Rue de la Casbah, Tangier.

Do not discuss your mission
with any other recruits.

Tell no one that you are here.

See ya.

- See you later, mate.
- Bye.

Hello, babe.

Hello, doll.

And fire!

Yes.

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?

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'd
learned your lesson last time.

Shut it!

What was all that about?

Don't you worry.
It's all sorted.

Ah, yeah, forensics?

Yeah, it's Gerry
Standing from UCOS.

I wonder if you've
got any results for me.

No?

Okay, yeah. Thanks a lot. Bye.

What are you giggling at?

New screen saver.
Come have a look.

Where did you get that?!

Hold on. That's...

Give it. Give it back.

Brian, I'm warning
you. That is mine.

Listen, you! That is
private and very personal!

Oi!

Sorry, I was under the
impression we were investigating

a case of arson and
attempted murder.

And I suppose you're
gonna tell me that is research.

In which case,

have either of you got
anything interesting to say?

No. Didn't think so.

Give us it.

Don't start, Brian!

Yeah. Pullman.

Flying squad?

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

Sorry, yeah, yeah.

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

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
him as well as I do.

He could have set
fire to the school...

No, 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
learned 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.

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 anymore?

Is that what you're doing?

You 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.

It's not that she doesn't care.

She doesn't care about us.

Hold on. Where are
you going, Brian?

Wait! Oi!

Well, not you and all, Jack.

Unfinished business.

Oh, bollocks.

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 D.S. Pullman

from the Unsolved Crime
and Open Case Squad.

We're reinvestigating a fire

that took place at Luscombe
School 9 years ago.

- Reinvestigating?
- 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. The 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 of 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?

Wouldn't you?

Where were you at
the time of the fire?

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.

Standing. UCOS.

Hi. It's me. How's it going?

Yeah, I'm right on top of it.

Good. Can you put
Brian on, please?

Uh, no, I can't. He's
just stepped out.

All right. Jack, then.

Uh, no. He's gone to the loo.

Hm. Okay. It'll have to be you.

Will 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.

Oh, and also check under
the name of Hawkwood as well.

Yeah, will do.

Gerry, listen, um, could you...

Could you say to
Brian and Jack...

Could you just say sorry?

I should have...

We'll talk when
I get back, okay?

Yeah, yeah. I'll, um...

Yeah, I'll tell 'em
when I see 'em.

Yeah. Bye.

Ten years ago, how old were you?

16.

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.

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.

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 got to 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!

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 nothing
about your hit-and-run.

You understand me?

- Get out.
- Going straight?

You're about as straight
as the Circle Line.

Brian, I'm back!

Brian!

Flippin' soldiers.

Hmm.

Grenadier Dragoons.

Elite unit.

Move at double-speed.

And they haven't
even fired yet, so...

Yes.

Very good.

Have a go.

I will.

Excuse me.

This is great.

Hi, Sandra. How's it going?

Good. I think I've identified
a possible suspect.

He has a behavioral
disorder which...

No, I meant the other thing.

Oh, yeah. I'm seeing
them on Monday.

It'll take all day, though.

Good. And do the chaps know?

Yeah, they do.

Well, look, they'll miss you
when you're gone, I'm sure.

But they'll be very
pleased for you as well.

Good news on the case.

Hopefully this will
speed things up.

Thanks.

No!

You're kidding me.

What, you saw all this?

Oh, man, that is fantastic.

Well, thank you so much.
You've really cheered me up.

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.

Where are the other two?

Eh, lunch.

Late lunch.

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 you any idea what would
happen if Strickland found out?

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, 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.

Okay, Gerry, you go and see her

and just do what you have to do.

I'm sorry, Sandra.

Thank you.

I surrender.

Bloody hell, we've won.

Bloody hell, you have.

Next!

I think you'll find that's me.

Let battle commence.

You been shopping?

How did you get in here?

You left the back door open.

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.

Ow! Get off me. You're mad.

Now, what did Ricky
give you for doing that?

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

Now, Ricky told
me all about you,

how much of a saddo you are.

Until he gets bored 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?

That piss-head? He
probably started it himself!

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

Oh, 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...

D.S. Pullman.

Why is there no
mention in the case file

of Kendal being a drunk?

Jack?

I think you should find out.

Jack?

Ah! There you are.

Oh.

Look, is this okay?
Do you like Greek food?

- Yeah, great. Lovely.
- Sit down.

No, it's good here.

We had a birthday bash here
the other day from work, you know?

Thought you said you'd retired?

Well, no, semi.

I work for UCOS, which
is Unsolved Crime...

Yeah, I know all about it.

Anyway, it gives me all
sorts of ways to find out things.

Yeah, look, I thought
we'd start with some meze.

Is that all right?
It's a sort of, uh...

- Starter.
- That's right!

Lovely. Great.

Okay, we'll just have
some meze for two, thanks.

So you were talking
about finding out things.

You meant about me.

Well, yeah.

I mean, when someone
turns up out of the blue,

someone you never
knew existed, it's, uh...

It's a pretty good idea to find
out if what they're saying is...

- True.
- Yeah.

I was born to do this.

It's what I was put here for.

Yeah, well,

let's see how you like
a whiff of grapeshot.

Fire!

Two. Hard lines.
Your powder's damp.

Right.

I shall 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.

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?

Gary, is it possible?

I tried to beat the flames out.

I don't remember...

It's just what I was
told by the doctors

and the nurses on the ward.

All I remember
is having a drink,

then walking 'round the
school just doing my job,

checking everything was okay.

Nobody.

There's nothing around.

And then, I went
back in the school.

And then... then...

then 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.

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Less than 50%.

I think you need a morale check.

Yes, yes, yes. I know.

I know you know.

Yes!

We did it!

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.

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.

He should never have pushed
through the middle like that.

I'm coming on both sides. Why'd
he push through the middle?

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

Bloody cheek.

And how's the most handsome
boy in the world, eh, eh?

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.

This is my grandson,
Gerry Junior.

And this is Emily.

My eldest daughter.

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.

Oh, 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 all the other pupils.

Ditto the war gamers.

Luke's ex-girlfriend is
also 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. Simson, 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 fulfill 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.

The winner of the Age
of Reason competition,

with a record score...

And, may I say, a
record display of élan...

Is Mr. Brian Lane.

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. Simson.

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 social 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 labeled 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?

Only between us, I'm afraid.

As I say, I'm a police officer.

But my colleagues are
of a different generation,

different standards,

sometimes using questionable
methods which I now realize,

in some cases, may be justified.

Yes, I burned down Luscombe.

It was the best
thing I ever did.

Hmm. You know as well
as I do, you can't use that.

It's useless.

Nah, you're right.

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.

That's a shame.

Up till then, you
could have 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 are 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?
- No, you're obviously busy.

No, 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?

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

- It's okay.
- I heard about the arrest.

They said he went
mad, attacked you.

- Well, he is mad.
- But you're all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You really shouldn't
have gone there alone.

No, no, I realize that.

I know it's your last case,

but you really don't have
to solve it single-handedly.

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 realize 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, 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.

So, what's this
"lovely decision"?

Oh, um...

I'm staying.

I mean, in much the same way,

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

I might apply Lucius
Accius' maxim.

Oderint...

Oderint dum metuant.

Oh, 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.

You should have seen
her handbag fly, Jack.

Went nearly as far as she did.

Waitrose bags all
over the manner.

I remember there was lasagna.

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 tosser.

You think I spent 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.

Right, here we go.

No, no. I don't drink.

It's not drink. It's champagne.

Brian the Great!

Brian!

- Brian!
- Brian!

- Brian!
- Come on!

- Brian!
- Brian!

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.

♪ It's all right, doing fine ♪

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

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ We're getting to
the end of the day ♪

♪ High tech, low
tech, take your pick ♪

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

♪ I don't care what
anybody says ♪

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