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Morning, Andy. - Morning, Mr. Halford.

- Call me on the mobile when it's done.

Oh, so you know how to use a mobile now?

Just do the MOT.

No disrespect, Mr. Halford.

Sorry, mate, I had to bring them with me.

- Strickland wants us to meet him at Mill Hill.

- And 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 alright, it's okay ♪

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

♪ It's alright, I say, it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ It's alright, doin' fine ♪

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

♪ It's alright, I say, it's okay ♪

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

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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'd 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.

Oh, 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 practicing 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 neighbors wouldn't see me,

walked off down the drive, heard this metal, banging noise,

turned around

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

Dean answered it. They started kicking off, big-time.

Then the bloke pushed his way in and I legged it."

Ha ha, 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.

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

Hasta la vista.

No problemo.

Hasta la vista. No pro...

- 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 ax to grind.

Ahem. Oh, hi. Buongiorno!

Um, I...

would like to, uh, parlez with the boss grande, por favor.

No, no, um...

Ah. Sí. Me from across el agua,

uh, to téléphoner

about Señor Dean Scott.

Fonta-what? ¿Fon... Fontanero?

Oh, hang on, hang on. Uh, uno momento, por favor.

Fon-, fon-, fon-.

Fontanero.

"Plumber"? No, no, no.

INo fontanero!

No, me policía from l'Angleterre.

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.

- 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.

Det Supt Pullman

from the Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad.

Oh, yeah, of course.

Can we go somewhere private?

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

About 1:00 in the morning.

- Regular client? - No, it was our first time.

Did he find you through an agency?

My Web site.

- You got an address for that?

Yeah, um,

www.hotescort69foru.co.uk.

Are you still working?

Actually, I've quit the business.

So...?

It's paid up 'til 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've 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'll 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.

The site's had over 20,000 hits.

Brian, is it possible to find out

whether Dean Scott ever visited this Web page?

It 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,

so 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?

- Ooh, 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,

see if any of them have got criminal records.

- Great. - IAdios, amigos!

Mrs. Pamela Scott? - That's right.

Det Supt 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 & Dean," that's what they called us.

That was our 10th wedding anniversary.

We were soulmates.

He was 20 years older than me. He was 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 £1.

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 unraveled,

there were just debts, not assets.

About 2 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 reopen 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,

so she must've 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? Listen, before we start,

I just want to say you're wasting your time with this.

He shot himself. Forensics proved it.

Well, maybe you missed something.

You read the case files? - Yes.

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

We looked into his finances, through 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"?

Well, 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, Peeler's is a bit of a dump, you know,

but it's two streets away from where he was born.

I 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 off and play golf, or something,

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.

Here.

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. It 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, are 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're going 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.

No, thank you very much.

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

Hmm, that was nice. Very respectful.

Who needs that kind of respect?

And 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!

Ha-ha, ha-ha!

I've checked that list against the PNC.

Okay, so what have you found?

- 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 inquiry checked with immigration.

Barnes wasn't in the country on the night in question.

Yeah, but he could've slipped in under the radar.

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

He's holding a "How to Be a Property Millionaire" seminar

tomorrow; I want you and Gerry there undercover.

Yeah, I've always wanted to hear

what those property gurus have got to 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... "He 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 piña 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.

Timeshare villa?

Bingo. But, by then, no one was interested in them,

so I couldn't get a decent price.

Then, when I defaulted on the ripoff 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 me P45 and ended up bankrupt.

So do me a favor: 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, have you ever seen this man?

He looks kind of familiar.

- It would be, what? Ooh, 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...

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 come in that one time.

- Ah, he must've made quite an impression.

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

Oh, yes, I think so, yes.

Oh!

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

I wish you'd get a mountain bike,

summat 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.

Well, 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? Well, 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.

Oh, come on. I'll ask you again.

Do you want to be successful?!

Yes!

- Good! 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'm going to be teaching you,

using my solid-gold secrets to becoming...

a property millionaire.

Whoo!

You know, there might be something in this.

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

- Nah, his figures are way too optimistic.

- Anyone ever tell you, Brian, you're a killjoy,

- do you know that? - Yeah.

Ah! Mike, may I? - Sure.

- Listen, you really inspired me, up there. Great stuff!

- Aw, 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, well, tell me, Arthur,

how big's your portfolio?

Oh, virtually nonexistent.

I'm the number cruncher.

- Oh, well, there you go, you're the brains of the outfit.

- 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 get the punters

in on the promise of some free radio

or a voucher for some dodgy chicken-and-sangria shack.

And, of course, in those days, it was all families, you know,

so 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're 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'd better go and talk to some of the others,

otherwise, they'll think I'm ignoring them. See you later.

Eh! - The hair?

Could hardly miss it.

- Yeah, he dyes his hair. - And his eyebrows.

Very badly.

- He's a bottle blond with something to hide.

It might just be vanity.

No, there's more to it than that.

What does he want?

Yo!

I've had a look at the postmortem 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.

It looks like your boy was in a punchup, 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 punchup outside

The Robert Peel when West Ham played Sheffield United

and that match was played on the 11th of September.

The day before he died.

Who's the himbo?

Ah, shall we?

Alice, are you in?

I hope you're getting paid overtime.

I could say the same to you.

God's work is never done. - Neither is police work.

Alice, your fingerprints didn't match any

that came away from the scene of the crime.

I was wearing gloves.

Ah, I'd forgotten that. Long velvet ones.

I've still got them, if you want to take a look.

No, no, no.

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 okay.

But it wasn't?

- No, you lose something.

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

Oh, so you haven't lived here long?

- No.

- Looks nice. - Yeah.

Well, thanks for walking me home.

- Pleasure.

Night-night. - Bye.

We ran a license-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 neighbors say Callum Jones is his son.

You mean stepson. - Apparently not.

So one of them's changed his name.

Oops, sorry folks, you're a little bit early.

If you just want to wait in the other room,

then the seminar won't be long.

We're not here for the seminar. Det Supt Pullman.

Right. H-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,

it 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.

Okay.

Oh!

Oh!

Ahh!

Are you all right?

Yeah, fine.

Good.

Right, boys, tell me everything you know

about the Dover Street robbery. Dover Street?

- Yeah. - Ooh, very tasty.

November 1985.

Brilliantly executed job, from start to finish.

Big one, too.

- They got away with £7 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, fireworks... It was Bonfire Night.

So who were the suspects?

- Well, there was Handsome Johnny Tevis.

I mean, everyone knows that

he cut his teeth on that blag, 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 10 years, but kept his mouth shut.

And then, of course, there was the Vanishing Man.

Mmm, Trevor Jones.

- Cor, 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.

Under lock and key in our nick.

Or banged up in South America, or something.

It makes you glad to have lived this long.

They never recovered that gold, you know.

Well, 7 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.

Then, 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 recognize you.

You look 10 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 5, 1985,

you were involved in the Dover Street bank robbery.

Well, let me tell you... I wasn't and,

as I've already told you, I'm 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've 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 timeshare to launder it

and got Dean to front it so you could reinvent yourself.

It's time to start cooperating.

He's right. It'll look good.

- All right, okay, okay.

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, I can. If you check the records

at the Monteros Hospital, you will discover

that I was in there, having a hernia operation,

and sodding painful it was, too.

What about Frank Powell, or Johnny Tevis?

- I dunno. What's the question... Did one of them shoot 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.

Well, now you know.

He's been charged with Dover Street. No bail.

Yes! - Excellent!

- And this report concludes

that the robbery was a 3-man job.

Any less, and they couldn't have shifted

that amount of gold in the time allotted;

any more, and 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?

- Well, they were pros.

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

- Oh! Haven't we got any fresh milk?

No, we haven't. - Well, didn't you get some more?

Well, have it black. It won't kill you.

According to the Probation Service,

Frank Powell was released from prison August 15, 2004.

- Well, that's a month before Dean died.

- Yeah. Now, he runs a snooker club in Whitechapel.

- Off we go, then.

No, I'll tell you what, guv, I think, uh...

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! What you gonna do now, eh?

Come on, then! Come on!

Eh! What you gonna do now, eh? Come on!

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 license for that?

Course I have.

But not for that.

Ha. 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.

Because timing's a funny thing, innit?

You see, you get out, he gets killed.

Dean shot hisself.

Wait a minute. You think he was murdered.

24 hours before he died,

Dean had a fight outside The Peeler's.

Was that with you?

No.

Well, who then?

Or shall we have a look for the license

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.

That was a while ago. I 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 Web site.

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?

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 informants 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.

- I 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? Ew! - I love them.

No, they're horrible, those. - What, in the peanut sauce?

Yes! No, I like those little vol-au-vents best.

- Those are half-baked pies, them.

Oi! Have a butcher's at this.

He's in witness protection.

Oh!

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 cooperating 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. Det Supt Pullman.

I just want to talk to you about that guy...

Yeah.

UCOS. We're here to see your boy.

- ID.

Cheers. You all right?

- Assume the position, gents.

- Oh.

Oi, oi! Careful, down there.

- Okay.

I 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?

- Ah, 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.

- Okay, 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.

No, you were good. Good quick jab, right hook.

- So what made you stop?

I 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?

Yeah, Dean started it.

Why?

He had a short fuse, especially after a few pints.

Come on, it must've 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?

Well, back then, it was mine.

So, he came looking for you.

- What'd you do to him, Johnny?

It must've 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 liked '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.

Mmm, 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.

How big a body builder is the bastard?

Say, on a scale of 1 to 10.

Mr. Sergeyev?

Det Supt Pullman. I'd like to talk to you

about Pamela Scott. May we come in?

Ahh! Oh!

Ah! Oh.

Ohh! - Oh.

There's nothing here, Brian. Come on.

Hang on, what's this?

Oh. 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 organized 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.

- Theory!

Dean Scott finds out that Johnny Tevis

is sleeping with his wife, Pamela,

so he goes to The Peeler's, they have a fight,

Dean Scott loses, and he goes home.

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?

Well, my heart wants to believe her, but my gut says no.

Finally, we're in agreement about her.

So why did she lie?

Well, 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.

Hmm.

Velvet gloves.

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

I think the reason your prints were never found

at Dean's house is because 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-defense,

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,

given the gravity of the situation.

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.

- Yeah, 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.

Her neighbors confirm that you saw a lot of each other.

Well, they're wrong. - Alice, just admit it.

You're friends. There's no law against it.

I... I do not know the woman.

Have you really found God, Alice?

No.

I didn't think so.

The whole thing was 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 10:51 AM.

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!

- Okay.

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'd 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,

it 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 realized

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's 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 the 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've been fine

for Dean to blow his brains out.

He had his enemies.

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

As 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?

Yeah, well, she needed the money as much as I did.

I was going to split it with her.

Well, after Dean died, Johnny wasn't interested anymore.

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 would 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 lockup.

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!

Det Supt Pullman. - That's fine.

- Morning. - Morning.

One warrant. - That's fine, thank you.

Did well to keep this place quiet.

Are 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.

Oh! 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 lockup.

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.

- The 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 lockup was his pension.

Oh, 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.

Oh, I'm off to an APCO strategy summit.

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'd be a no, then.

♪ It's alright, it's okay ♪

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

♪ It's alright, I say, it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ It's alright, doin' fine ♪

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

♪ It's alright, I say, it's okay ♪

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

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