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- What are we doing here? - It's a surprise. Come on.

Oh, all right. Hiya.

- So, what do you think? - Yeah. Great.

Ah, good. There they are.

You haven't dragged them here as well?

Of course. It's your birthday.

- Hello! - Oh, how nice.

Thanks for coming all this way.

It's worth it just to see these two in a comedy club.

Certainly having a laugh with these prices.

Do you know how much this round cost?

Happy birthday, Gerry.

Suppose you want one now you're here.

- Yeah, I'll have a beer. - Emily?

Mm. Vodka. Large.

Oh, look who's on tonight!

I haven't heard of him for years.

Ray Harris. He used to be really big.

- Do you remember him? - Vaguely.

- Was he any good? - Not my cup of tea.

Oh, no, he's all right.

Proper old-fashioned comic, you know?

You'll love him. Well, I will, anyway.

What's the difference between a battery and a woman?

A battery's got a positive side.

I thought dinosaurs were extinct.

I said to this woman last night,

"Would you have sex with me for a quid?"

She said no. I know I was shocked.

I said, "Would you have sex with me for a million quid?"

She said, "Oh, all right, then."

I said, "Hang on.

Would you have sex with me for five quid?"

She went mad. She was outraged.

She said, "What kind of a woman do you think I am?"

I said, "Listen, love.

We've established what type of woman you are.

I'm just haggling about the price."

Is he for real?

Oh, cheer up. It's only a joke.

Sexist!

- Get off the stage! - You're rubbish!

Boo!

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Eh? Have you met my fan club?

Sexist. Racist.

I get this all the time.

I'm not racist.

Do you know I live next door to a Pakistani chap?

He come up to me the other day.

He said "Ray, why am I a better man than you?"

I said, "Go on, then, Farouk.

Why are you a better man than me?"

He said, "Well, I don't live next door to a Paki."

- You're a racist git! - Boo! Get off the stage!

Oh, yeah. Come on.

Hey, how many feminists does it take to change a light bulb?

None.

Because you don't change nothing.

Very original. Get off.

Remember Sarah Jones, Ray?

Is this part of it?

Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off! Off!

Hey, look at that face.

Pretty as a picture.

I know I'd certainly like to hang it.

Come on, ladies.

Hey! What are you doing?!

Oh, I'm not having that.

Oi!

I was just starting to enjoy meself.

Here we go.

Now I know why animals eat their young.

No, I paid good money to go in there.

No, no, no.

Police! Pack it in!

I said pack it in, or we'll nick the lot of you.

Right. Thanks. We'll deal with it now.

What is this? Some sort of police outing?

I'm not surprised you're sticking up for Harris.

He used to do charity benefits for your lot, didn't he?

- I bet you love him. - Not me.

I was losing the will to live until you started.

- I was enjoying it. - Gerry.

Come on! He's a comedian, for God's sake.

Why do you take him so seriously?

Because he's a racist, sexist, homophobic pig.

Oh, I see.

But it's all right for some bloke with hooks for hands

to tell people to blow themselves up.

No, but Ray Harris tells a joke, and it's,

"Oh, dear! Who's he gonna offend?"

You really need to let me back in there.

The Met run courses for people like you, Dad.

Remind me to put your name down.

Who's Sarah Jones?

She was my aunt.

She led a big campaign against Ray Harris in the '80s.

She hated that bile he comes out with.

Another one of the old PC brigade.

Gerry, birthday or no birthday, shut it.

Well, you wouldn't have liked her.

She wasn't the sort to stay in and do your ironing.

Yeah, I've got the picture.

Have you? What's she like, then?

No one's seen her for 25 years.

- How come? - She disappeared.

I think you'd have liked her. She knew how to handle men, too.

Ladies! Handbags.

♪ 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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- Wotcha. - Morning.

Hi.

Sarah Jones?

Maybe.

Well, she went missing, that's all.

She wasn't the only one to disappear.

Her boyfriend did too. A Daniel Cobb.

They were last seen at their squat in Bow in April 1984.

A midnight flit?

That's what the original investigation team thought.

Or this Daniel character bumped her off and went to ground.

- Coffee? - Oh, yeah.

- Morning. - Hiya.

- Morning. - Coffee?

Yes, please.

Well, missing persons have never been able to trace them.

Sarah Jones?

Listen, it's not that hard to go missing

if you put your mind to it.

Yeah, but Sarah was an activist, a campaigner.

She's not gonna just disappear overnight, is she?

Both her parents and Daniel's made statements

saying that it was totally out of character.

Plus there's no mention in the report

of the feud between her and Harris.

Who was the investigating officer?

Uh, Frank Paterson.

- Friend of yours? - I worked with him for awhile.

And?

Eh, I didn't really know him that well.

Incisive profiling. Thank you, Gerry.

Frank Paterson.

Joined '79.

Vice squad, '85 to '87.

Then he was fraud squad.

Later made DCS in the organized-crime group.

He's still serving but due for retirement later this year.

I knew she'd get a bee in her bonnet about this.

"Independent women" taking on a male-dominated establishment.

Was it something we said?

I've got a visitor.

Detective Superintendent.

Hi, Jo. What are you doing here?

I thought this could be helpful.

- Morning, Sandra. - Morning, sir.

It belonged to Sarah.

My grandparents found it at the squat

when they went looking for her.

It may not be any use. It's just photos and scraps.

Okay. Well, I'll take a look.

You are still interested in helping?

It's not as easy as that, Jo.

But I thought last night...

Maybe I could be included in this particular loop, Sandra?

If Sarah and Daniel were just moving on,

why didn't they take any of their clothes with them?

Well, maybe the real owners of the house came back

and they legged it in a hurry.

I looked into that. It'd been derelict for years.

And, anyway, that doesn't explain

why our family never heard from her again.

What about Daniel?

He never contacted his family after that either.

Sandra?

Excuse me.

Do you know how many potential cases

I have piling up on my desk?

I said I'd take a look at the file.

I didn't know she was gonna turn up here.

And now that she has?

I'd like to pursue it.

Yes, well, luckily for you, I'm up to my eyes

preparing for a meeting with the SMPD on Thursday.

I should be clear by Thursday afternoon.

I suggest you see what you can come up with by then.

Yeah? Can I help you?

Yeah, we're with the police.

Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad.

Don't tell me... You caught that Irish serial killer at last, eh?

Who?

You know, the one that stabbed 20 packets of cornflakes.

No. We're here about Sarah Jones.

Quite a campaign she had going against Harris, eh?

The Times. February 3, 1984.

Two months before she disappeared.

The Anti-Fasc...

Does that mean anything to you? The Anti-Fascist League?

Anti-Nazi League I've heard of, but not that one.

Let's see what we got on them.

I'm hardly gonna forget Sarah Jones.

Cow spent a year trying to finish me.

You know, it played havoc with my handicap.

Huh. But what did she do to you, exactly?

For starters, she used to heckle during my shows.

Then it got that way that every time I opened me mouth,

she'd jump down it.

Yeah, so what do you do?

Well, I can handle a room.

But in the end I just had to bar her.

She stopped turning up after that.

You do know she and her boyfriend disappeared?

Really?

All I know is she stopped causing me grief.

So what effect did her campaign against you have?

She cost me a lot of wedge in the end.

I was just about to get me own Saturday-night game show.

You can't get bigger than that.

But she got wind of it

and started a campaign in the papers.

And you never heard from her since?

Nah.

She's probably off somewhere now, saving a bloody whale.

She done me a favor in the end, though.

I mean, I've got me own club in Spain.

Sell out every week.

So why do you think she picked on you?

I mean, there were other racist and sexist comedians

around at the time.

He forgot "homophobic."

I used to love it the way I got blamed for everything.

I used to know some of your lot.

Racism, sexism, homophobia?

You boys wrote the book on that.

Yeah, but we tried to change.

People love me because I'm not afraid

to be a bit blue, a bit edgy.

But what I do is an act.

I tell jokes.

When people stop laughing, I'll stop telling 'em.

I'm not a racialist, and I love women.

That's what Sarah Jones never understood.

Have a good game.

The Anti-Fascist League were B12.

Thought that was a vitamin.

Category B12, i.e. they were fairly insignificant.

But guess where they were based?

- Not that squat? - Exactly.

And run by a Grant Lindon.

Couple of counts of breach of the peace at some demos,

but nothing since the '80s.

That's him.

Oh, Brian, I asked you to clear away.

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

We used to look a bit like that when we first met.

He's got more hair than you ever had.

Hmm.

Well, that's an unfortunate tattoo to walk around with.

Yeah. That's what we thought. It's odd, isn't it?

I know what that is.

It's not just odd. It's downright creepy.

Hitler?!

Guten Morgen, mein Führer.

The 20th of April, 1889...

20th of the 4th... Was Hitler's birthday.

Yeah, but why would Sarah and Daniel have Nazi tattoos?

Yeah, well, at first I thought it was a coincidence.

But the 20/4s was also the name of a far-right group in Bow

in the early '80s.

So maybe Little Miss Right On

was actually Little Miss Right Wing.

You got anything else on these 20/4s?

No, not much.

Uh, the kingpin was a fella called Peter Monroe.

I sent a Peter Monroe down in '78.

Do you think it could be the same one?

It could be.

He was a nasty little thug with delusions of grandeur.

Fancy renewing your acquaintance, Jack?

I can't wait.

- Mr. Halford. - Pete.

Who's this?

Detective Superintendent Sandra Pullman.

Oh. Not top dog anymore, Jack?

Mind you...

She has got better legs than you.

We'd like to talk to you about the 20/4s.

Membership closed awhile ago.

So, what was it with the 20/4s? The usual Paki bashing?

Oh, we were a lot more ambitious than that.

We were a political party.

Hoped to get a few skinheads elected to Parliament, did you?

We were the front line

against a tide that was turning this country

into a Third World refugee camp.

That seems to be it. So thanks for your time.

Uh, excuse us. Uh, Grant Lindon?

- Yes. - We're from the police.

We'd like to talk to you about the Anti-Fascist League.

Well, um, why don't we go to my office?

You're about 25 years too late for the AFL.

How well do you remember Sarah Jones and Daniel Cobb?

Barely knew them, really. Please, take a seat.

Thank you.

Grant, it's nearly 10:30.

I just need a few minutes.

You'll have to apologize and start without me, love.

Sorry.

Huh! You call anyone "love" at our place, you get a slap.

Suzy's my partner.

Yeah. The boss's daughter.

Ah, that's right. You married into the business, didn't you?

Suzy's my business partner and my wife. That's right.

You say you barely knew Sarah and Daniel.

But you remembered their names straightaway.

Look, to be honest, I'd be quite glad to get out of that meeting.

Why don't we go outside?

Not exactly your average bovver boys.

Well, you don't have to be a skinhead

to be proud of your country.

- But you recognize them, though? - We had a lot of members.

What's the significance of the tattoo?

- A rite of passage, was it? - I bet you've got one.

Yeah.

They hung around with us for a bit.

Don't remember what happened to them, though.

What happened to them?

I mean, they weren't regulars.

They went to all the trouble of getting tattoos,

but they weren't serious?

Sorry.

Can't help you any further.

I always say, if you can remember your 20s,

you weren't trying hard enough.

Besides, they weren't at the squat long.

Three, four months, tops.

- How did you meet them? - At a party.

They had nowhere to stay,

and I was happy for them to crash at mine.

We were pretty like-minded. Especially Sarah.

She really wanted to get involved with the AFL.

Who else was at the squat at that time?

It was just us.

Really?

Then who's this?

I remember the hair. But as for the name...

Look, you must, uh, give me your number before you go.

If anything comes back to me, I'll call you.

I just don't get it.

Sarah and Daniel were left-wing activists, not racist thugs.

Then what were they doing hanging around the 20/4s?

Maybe they were undercover?

The 20/4s? A bit dangerous.

Perhaps after Harris, she wanted to up the ante.

You know what? In the morning,

I'm gonna visit an old snout of mine.

Anyone need a haircut?

Yeah. You.

Give me one minute.

Have a seat.

We don't want a seat, Polish. We want you.

Gerry Standing?

What the bloody hell you doing here?

Brian Lane, the legend that is Polish George.

I heard you work unsolved crimes now.

I hope you don't want nothing from me,

'cause, uh, I'm not in that game anymore.

Come on, Polish. There's no retirement option in your line.

What do you remember about the 20/4s?

Bad lot. I didn't know them.

- You want a haircut, don't you? - No.

Yes, you do. Sit down.

Now, give him a trim and me something useful.

Right, Deirdre. Thank you very much.

Deirdre?

Oh, an old friend. Worked in admin.

Jo said something the other night

about Harris doing charity shows for the job.

Guess who always insisted that they book him?

Gerry's old mate... DCS Frank Paterson.

The chief investigating officer

on Sarah and Daniel's disappearance.

The very same.

Yeah?

Detective Superintendent Pullman.

From the cleanup squad.

We prefer UCOS.

Course you do, sweetheart.

No Gerry? How is the old sod?

I doubt he's changed much since you knew him, sir.

But he did learn the hard way not to call me "sweetheart".

We go way back, me and him. I take it this isn't a social?

No. We're looking into a case of two missing students.

A Sarah Jones and a Daniel Cobb.

Yeah. Ran off together, right?

Why did you think that?

Seemed the most likely conclusion.

- Parents never believed it. - They didn't want to believe it.

And unless you've turned up a couple of stiffs,

I'll stand by my report.

Did you know anything about the bad blood

between Sarah Jones and a comedian called Ray Harris?

- How does he fit into all this? - Something we're looking into.

You remind me of your father.

I liked him. He was a good man.

Did you know me and him worked together?

No. No, I didn't, sir.

Frank, please.

I've kept an eye on you over the years, Sandra.

Your old man would be very proud of you.

Um... Ray Harris. Apparently you knew him. Well?

Met him at a couple of fund-raisers, that's all.

- So you weren't friends? - No.

But he was always good for a laugh.

Do you think there could be a connection?

Between Harris and the disappearances?

No more than I think Rod Hull and Emu shot JFK.

They weren't the sort of people I wanted to know, okay?

But you knew of them, which means you know more than us.

They used to drink at a pub. The Son of Albion.

You ever go there?

You know me. Don't go putting my head in a lion's mouth.

Not unless there's a tenner down its throat.

Do you recall who was a member of the 20/4s?

Lowlifes. Mostly banged up or dead now.

Apart from Hanson, of course.

What, Ricky Hanson?

Yeah, and that's why I don't like to talk about them.

I don't want nothing to do with him.

And Hanson was in the 20/4s?

He used to hang out with them at the Albion.

He was just a young wannabe then.

We'd better go.

Hang on. He's only done the one side.

Come on!

I'll be back for the other half.

Ugh. Wait till Jack hears about this.

Hey, hey, Gerry. Now, look. Hang on. Just think.

We don't know that this

has actually got anything to do with Hanson.

- It's a lead! - It might be.

But is it enough to get Jack's hopes up again?

We thought we'd nailed Hanson last year,

and look what that did to Jack.

I mean, how many more disappointments can he take?

- What do we do, then? - Oh, I don't know.

I tell you one thing, though...

Neither Strickland nor Sandra will let us near Hanson.

Yeah, well, I'm not letting go of this.

Sandra's got to see Strickland tomorrow, right?

Now, if we haven't got anything to give them,

they're gonna pull us off the case anyway.

Hiya. My name's Gerry. This is Brian.

We're researching a book about old London pubs.

Now didn't this used to be The Son of Albion?

Yeah, till quite recently, actually.

But it was pretty rough, so the brewery shut it down.

We rebranded as The Sun last month.

So, what happened to the old regulars?

Moved on, I guess.

Well, no point in wasting a trip.

What bitter have you got?

We don't, I'm afraid. Just lagers and light ales.

But you might like to try some of this Swedish blackberry beer?

Oh, I don't think so, thanks.

Try some. It might surprise you.

I'm a Felspar's man, myself.

Yeah, we had a trip 'round the old brewery last year.

Magnificent.

Mm. That's not bad, as it happens.

Tell you what... If you're writing a book,

you're welcome to check out the cellar.

It's full of stuff from the old pub.

- That'd be brilliant! - Thanks very much.

- Come around. - Thank you.

Well, there you go. All yours, gents.

Oh, thanks very much.

That's very kind of you. Thanks.

- Heh. - Oh, yeah.

Do you remember those?

Right. What have we got here, then?

Gerry. Look.

- Ray Harris. - Yeah. And look who it isn't.

Detective Chief Superintendent Frank Paterson.

Was Ray Harris in the 20/4s?

I already told you... I don't want to be involved.

It's too late.

Harris was mates with Ricky Hanson,

but I don't know if he had anything to do with the 20/4s.

- And Paterson? - He was friends with Ray Harris.

And how were Paterson and Hanson?

No love there.

Frank spent his whole career trying to nick Hanson.

All right, then.

Keep thinking.

And while you're at it,

you can even up the other side of my head.

This is suicide.

It's Hanson's house.

Yeah, the man who deliberately mowed down

Jack's missus.

Hanson thinks he's untouchable. That's his weakness.

And what's ours? Jumping in every time we hear his name?

His name was mentioned in an investigation.

It's perfectly legit to have a look.

Gerry, you can't rearrange a jigsaw just to make a piece fit.

I'm not!

But it was you who said we can't involve Jack

unless we find something concrete.

And you think we're gonna find it here?

You don't have to come with me.

In a lifetime of bad ideas,

this has got to be your very worst.

We shouldn't be here.

You think being in his garden is as bad as it's gonna get?

Let's have a drink.

Listen, if we go in there now, we're the ones breaking the law.

The days of swanning into villains' houses

and fronting it out are over, Gerry.

Yeah, you're right.

I feel 30 years younger. Come on!

Lovely.

Some faces in here.

Gerry, Gerry. Look, look.

Straight ahead. Fella in the dark suit.

They're all in dark suits.

Yeah, only one of them's on our white board, though.

Look, him. Straight ahead there. Talking to the blonde.

Oh, you're right, yeah. Pete Monroe.

So him and Hanson are still mates, eh?

Cheers, sweetheart.

Could I get a mineral water for my friend?

Thank you.

Well, well. Dumb and Dumber.

And I thought trespassing was a criminal offense.

Hi, Sandra.

- Jo. - How are you getting on?

Jo, what are you hoping to get out of all of this?

The truth.

We can't always give people the answers they want, you know?

Yeah, I know that.

Is there anything I can do?

Well, we've got this Polaroid of a girl with red hair.

- I don't supp... - What, Janet Spencer?

You know who she is?

Well, yeah, of course. Don't you?

No, I don't.

She works for Fight 2 Unite, the human-rights charity.

She's their senior spokesperson.

I went to see her once about Sarah.

She was really nice, but she said she couldn't help.

Janet Spencer?

Could you talk to her, please? I'm holding for Bono.

If he agrees to come to my Sudanese refugee charity lunch,

I won't have to trawl through the usual

"Celebrity Big Brother" crowd.

I see you and Rain Man have made yourself at home.

Hope you brought your trunks.

What's the celebration in aid of?

It's me boy's birthday.

Luke?

Where's dear old Jack?

What do you know about the 20/4s?

Never heard of them.

Maybe we should ask Pete Monroe.

Yeah.

Or Ray Harris.

You collecting autographs now?

No. Evidence.

That'll make a change.

When I saw you in court, the only thing that stood up was me.

Right before I walked out the front door.

- Do you recognize these two? - No.

Have another look. Properly.

Never seen 'em before.

I must say, I admire UCOS' commitment

to care in the community.

But they really shouldn't let you two out without supervision.

- Can't last forever, Ricky. - What?

All this. The house. The lifestyle.

Don't tell me you're jealous.

Of you? Hardly.

You tried to take it away before, and look what happened.

Come in here with photos of some kids,

asking questions about a comedian everyone's forgotten?

Get out.

- We'll be back. - Don't doubt it.

It's like "The Return of the Living Dead" with you lot.

Give my love to Sandra.

Oh, no, of course.

She won't know you're here, will she?

His guard came up when he saw the photos.

He knows something.

Luke?

What you doing here?

Could ask you the same question.

Well, it's my party.

Have you forgotten what that apology for a father did to you?

- That's all squared now. - Squared?

He sent you down for eight years and nicked your girlfriend.

Now, I know that blood is thicker than water, but...

Well, we don't all live in the past, eh?

I thought you were bigger than this, son.

Are you deaf as well as stupid?

Enjoy your birthday.

He is.

We're all one big happy family now, ain't we?

Why did the AFL shut down?

It more ran out of steam.

Was that after Daniel and Sarah disappeared?

Sarah was amazing.

I learned a lot from her.

She was... inspirational.

Do the 20/4s mean anything to you?

Daniel and Sarah infiltrated them, didn't they?

- Yes. - Why?

Like I said, I was just the office dogsbody.

I didn't have much more to do than hand out tea and leaflets.

Why did they do it?

Grant Lindon was in charge.

It was his idea.

Are you still in contact with him?

No.

He got married soon after the AFL broke up.

I lost track of him after that.

Her name is Janet Spencer.

We heard you had a little difficulty remembering.

She's the... What was it?

Communications and logistics coordinator.

Yeah, that's it. At Fight 2 Unite.

Which essentially means she sits in a nice comfy office

whilst others do the hard work.

That's hardly fair. She needs a support network.

So you do know who she is?

It was the same at the AFL, wasn't it?

You and logistics coordinator Janet

made up the support network

while Sarah and Daniel did your dirty work for you.

Please, don't waste our time anymore.

We know they went undercover for you.

What we don't know is why.

Sarah had heard the 20/4s

were more than just another racist gang.

Meaning what?

She wouldn't say until she got evidence.

But I got the idea that they had something to do with drugs.

So you encouraged them to join up?

I could hardly go myself.

You have noticed I'm black?

Well, what happened to them?

The 20/4s' leader, Pete Monroe,

wanted to get onto the local council.

Sarah wanted to stop him.

She said she had something on them.

I thought everything was going fine until...

One night a bunch of skinheads broke into the squat

and beat the crap out of me.

They told me not to go after Sarah or Dan.

And you just walked away?

I was lucky I could walk after that.

Did you report this?

I didn't exactly have much faith in the police back then.

Didn't it occur to you that if you had spoken to the police,

they might actually have investigated

their disappearance properly?

I didn't think I had to.

Your lot knew about them already.

Sarah had a contact she was passing information to.

Who?

She never said.

Hope these aren't more lies, Grant.

Ah! The Traveling Wilburys return.

Where the hell have you two been?

- Chasing our tails. - What does that mean?

Well, we were following up a lead, but it got us nowhere.

Oh, well, you only wasted half a day. Well done.

No, no. We did find something.

Look, this is a pub,

formerly known as The Son of Albion.

The 20/4s' drinking den.

- See anyone there you know? - Yeah. Harris.

Yeah. And... but I'll forgive you for not recognizing him...

Frank Paterson.

- Yeah. - I met him today.

Coppers often used to go in villains' pubs in those days.

Part of the job description, wasn't it?

Yeah, but...

Gerry, what are you holding back about Frank Paterson?

No. That's between me and Frank.

- Was he bent? - No.

No, I just don't want to discuss it, all right?

Since when has it been like that?

All right, all right.

When we worked together, there was a girl in the canteen.

- Simone. Gorgeous bit of stuff. - Hang on.

Are you saying this is all some macho bullshit over a woman?

Yeah, I was getting on very nicely, thank you.

Then I was put on nights, and he snuck in!

Ho ho! Listen to it!

Talk about the boot on the other foot.

I don't believe you, Gerry. You're such a child.

I loved her!

- Oh, please. - Do me a favor.

I'm going home.

Yeah, and I'll just fill the lads in on what they missed.

Cheers, Jack.

All right, what did we miss?

Never mind about that.

I want to know what you two were really up to today?

Nothing.

Now I know you're lying.

People don't say "nothing"

unless they've been up to something.

- So, what was it? - Nothing!

Don't you start! Are you cutting me out?

- No, he's not, Jack. - Of course not.

Well?

Look, Jack, we've, uh...

There's a possibility that we found a connection to Hanson.

It's a faint possibility, Jack.

Look, I'm sorry. I just didn't want to...

It's all right. I understand. I understand.

Now, listen, Gerry. Paterson could be useful.

He's still in the job,

and we don't have the muscle to take on Hanson ourselves.

I'm not going cap in hand to that little toe-rag!

- Mr. Harris? - I can't stop, mate.

I'm a friend of Frank Paterson's.

You've heard what's happened to The Son of Albion?

No, I don't get down there much now.

They've shut it down.

Oh, that's a shame. I used to love that place.

Well, I'm organizing a gala night.

A celebration of the East End pub.

And Frank said you might be able to help us.

All right. Come on.

To the old days.

Aye. Before this country gave up on itself.

Is that why you ended up in Spain?

Yeah.

It's still the good old days over there.

- You ever been? - No.

- You'd love it. - How long have you lived there?

Since the mid-'80s.

Have you seen much of Frank Paterson recently?

No, I've not seem him for years. He's a good lad, though.

You can always count on people like Frank

to help you out of a jam.

Yeah.

I was wondering if you could help me track down a few people.

I thought you wanted me to do a gig?

Oh, yes, I do, but I'm trying to rustle up

some of the old faces,

and I wondered if you had any numbers.

I'll do me best.

One name that always comes to mind... Ricky Hanson.

No, I don't know him.

Oh, I'm sure he was around while you were still drinking there.

Five minutes, Ray.

All right. Yeah, well, it's been lovely talking.

If you want to leave your number with the stage door

about the gig, I'll see what I can do.

Right. Thanks.

Can anyone join in?

Oh, the stalker's here.

Get him a cocoa, somebody. It's way past his bedtime.

No, I'm just warming up.

How much do you make a year, Gerry?

Enough.

No ambition. That's your trouble.

Too much... That's yours.

Getting to you now, is it?

Feel the sweat on the back of your neck?

Heh. Not me.

You're bluffing.

It's gonna cost you to find out. I'll raise you a grand.

Like your style.

I'll see your grand.

And all in.

I make that six grand to see him.

I meant to ask you, Luke... Whatever happened to your ex?

You know, the one your old man was shagging?

That's all forgotten now.

- Is it? - Yeah.

Women can be so divisive, can't they?

You should know,

number of times you've taken birds up the... aisle.

Yeah, but I'm friends with all my exes.

I mean, do you ever speak to Lysette now?

You here to play cards or have a ruck, huh?

Either suits me.

Son, it's your birthday.

Well?

- I'll see you. - With what?

My motor's outside.

That pile of junk? It's even more knackered than you are.

Classic car.

And that.

Peckham market?

Bond Street, actually.

This is embarrassing.

You'll have your shirt on the table next.

Mr. Monroe?

Ah, Detective Superintendent.

Sandra.

One night in April 1984

a group of skinheads from the 20/4s

attacked a young black man in his house.

Well, obviously, I'm very sorry to hear that.

They warned him off making any inquiries

about Sarah and Daniel.

And you got some proof, of course?

- Why do you think they did that? - Don't know.

Find them, you can ask them, can't you?

Did you send them 'round?

- No, Mr. Halford, I didn't. - You sure?

Now, why do you reckon I'd want to do that?

Maybe Sarah found out something about your organization.

And you.

Oh, right. Such as?

You could make this a lot easier by cooperating.

Funny, I thought I already was.

How's your old mate Ricky Hanson these days?

I presume you spoke to him

at Luke's birthday party yesterday.

Well, he's a business associate, ain't he?

We'll talk again, Pete.

Jack, what the hell's been going on?

It's my fault.

Gerry and Brian were only trying to help.

Gerry talked to his snout, and Ricky Hanson's name came up.

So they've been off chasing him

when they should've focusing on Sarah and Daniel?

There may be a connection!

Jack, this obsession with Ricky Hanson... It has to stop!

That man nearly destroyed UCOS last year,

and we've all worked too damn hard

to see him get the last laugh!

I know you're angry...

No, actually, I'm not angry. I'm disappointed.

God knows you've got every reason to hate Ricky Hanson,

but you can't make this a personal vendetta.

I'm not!

I'm not. It's just...

You know what it does to me

every time I hear that man's name.

Now, before you say anything,

I've been thinking about yesterday.

And I reckon I owe you.

For long service.

Consider that your golden handshake.

How much you got there?

Yeah, I had a bit of a result, as it happens.

Now, I want you to do one more thing for me.

- Here we go. - No, no, no.

You always did give the best shave this side of Sweeney Todd.

So, come on, son. Do your best work.

- Are you ready for this? - I am indeed, mate.

- How about that, eh? - Yeah. Same old cologne.

- Cor, takes you back, dunnit? - Memories.

Yeah.

Oh!

What's happening?

You're making a big mistake doing this while I'm here!

Want to bet?

You know what happens to grasses.

Please, look. I-I'm not a grass.

You didn't think we knew about you, Polish?

We've always known.

- Ooh! - Stop it!

10 grand, and you can walk away.

Are you crazy? I haven't got 10...

10 grand, or we torch this place with you in it.

Aaah!

All right! All right!

Inside pocket of me overcoat.

You tell your governor

he's gonna lose more than a card game.

You all right, mate?

Come on. Get up. Get up. Try and stand.

- Where's Gerry? - He went to see his snout.

He might not have a job when he gets back.

Sandra knows.

- Oh, no... - No. No.

I don't want to hear another word till he gets here.

UCOS.

You all right, mate?

Give me that phone!

No, no, it's just Sandra was wondering

when you might be paying us a visit.

Give it to me!

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

Oh, I see.

Well, you take care.

I'm sorry, Sandra, but he was with his snout

when they had a visit from three of Hanson's goons.

What? Why?

They wanted Hanson's money back.

Out!

Just where in the Life on Mars handbook

does it tell you to gamble with villains

and freeze out your boss?

- You've heard, then? - Oh, yeah.

And when Strickland hears,

I hope you know where the job center is,

because you'll be driving all four of us down there.

Hurry up.

I didn't want to put you in a position

where you had to tell Strickland.

No. You just didn't trust me.

We knew what you'd have to do.

And those are my decisions to make, Jack.

Did it not occur to you

why nobody wanted you anywhere near Hanson?

If you did find something,

how credible would that evidence be

given what happened to us at the trial last year?

Or have you all forgotten?

We showed him pictures of Sarah and Daniel.

Now, I know he knows more than he's saying.

It's not enough!

Monroe told you

he was a business associate of Hanson's, right?

Well, he was more than that.

Hanson owns Monroe's company... Suprabuild Construction.

Now, prior to the spring of 1984,

it was a struggling building firm.

And then, for some reason, Hanson took it over.

How do you know that?

Because I've been looking into it.

Then there's Ray Harris.

When I spoke to him last night...

You did what?!

It's all right. You can bollock me later.

And I asked him if he knew Ricky Hanson,

and he said he didn't.

Well, he's not going to admit to knowing a villain, is he?

And he also told me

that he left for Spain in the mid-'80s.

Well, I checked exactly when, and it was May 1984.

Sarah and Daniel disappeared, the AFL was disbanded,

and Harris did a bunk all within a month.

And it was around that time that the 20/4s packed it in.

Sarah and Daniel infiltrated the 20/4s,

led by Monroe, who is now an employee of Ricky Hanson.

And Ray Harris had a grudge against Sarah and Daniel,

and he was friends with Hanson.

And he drank in a boozer which just happened to be

the 20/4s' local.

In which we have a photo of Paterson standing with Harris.

And yesterday Grant Lindon told you

Sarah was passing information on to the police.

Stop. Stop.

These are all circumstantial connections.

Is it just me, or have we not got any actual evidence

to link Sarah and Daniel with all of this?

Paterson was desperate to nick Hanson even back then.

I'll lay any odds that he was Sarah's connection.

You think he's gonna tell us?

No.

He might tell Gerry, though.

You'll talk to him?

- Puh! - You'll talk to him.

In the old days, there was us and there was villains.

And sometimes, to get the job done,

you blurred the lines, play one side off against the other.

Is that what you did with Sarah and Daniel?

While we're discussing blurring the lines,

what were you doing at Hanson's house yesterday

and how come you were with him in a casino

at 2:00 in the morning?

- You're very well informed. - You're not CIB, Pullman.

You're detective super in an office so run down

you can't even afford a decent coffee machine!

I'm a detective super in an office reinvestigating

the disappearance of two young people.

And I really don't need a lecture

on old-school police procedure, sir.

Frank.

Fancy a cigarette?

Make yourselves comfortable.

You still got the bleeding ass ache with me?

What, over Simone? No!

Good. 'Cause I saved you a lot of grief there, my son.

She turned out to be a real ear basher.

Do you remember your ex... Jackie?

You didn't?

I've always liked you, Gerry.

I wish we could have worked together more.

Well, maybe we can now.

Look, my governor's right.

Sarah was working for you, wasn't she?

Oh, come on, Frank.

If this gets us anywhere near Hanson,

it's a result for both of us.

Sarah was working for herself, but I was useful to her.

Useful?

She and that Daniel haven't been seen for 25 years.

All I know is they were in The Albion

the last night anybody saw them...

As was Harris, Hanson, and Monroe.

Why wasn't any of this in your report?

It's complicated.

Hanson used the 20/4s as a front for drug pushing.

But after Sarah and Daniel vanished,

he shut the business down.

The evidence was gone, so were my two witnesses,

and no one was talking.

And you didn't want to involve your friend Ray Harris.

He told me you could be relied upon to get him out of a jam.

So, what was his involvement?

Wrong place at the wrong time. His career was in trouble.

Last thing he needed was getting involved in all that.

Besides, I gambled

Hanson would pick up on the drugs racket again,

and I didn't want him knowing I was onto him.

And did he?

No. He was too clever.

Made a bundle. Moved on.

So you sacrificed Sarah and Daniel for nothing?

I think you're forgetting who the senior officer is here.

They knew the risks, and I did try and warn them to back off.

I went to their squat, talked to some woman there.

Big tits. Red hair.

Janet Spencer?

Yeah. She said she'd pass the message on.

Never saw them again.

Thank you.

You know the score.

Never show your cards until you have to.

I'm out of this job in six months.

- The clock's ticking. - Meaning what?

Meaning you get Harris or Monroe to talk,

maybe you've got a case.

But that's not the result you want, is it, Jack?

- What result do I want? - Justice for your wife.

And how am I gonna get that?

By going after someone I've been courting for years.

- Who? - Luke Hanson.

He was in the car with his father

when your wife was murdered.

- How do you know that? - Trust me.

But knowing's not the same as proving.

All you want is one last collar.

We all want Hanson off the streets, don't we?

Can you hear anything?

Not with you breathing down me lug hole.

Oh! Oh, me back's gone! Oh.

What did he say?

He said he must need his head examining.

I'm gonna back you, but on my terms.

What happened to Sarah Jones and Daniel Cobb

when they left The Son Of Albion?

- How do you expect me to know? - You were there.

All right. Tell me about Hanson.

What's to tell?

Oh, it must really have wound you up.

I mean, you were running a genuine political party,

and he's using it as a drugs front.

Have you got anything sensible to ask?

In 1984 your building company almost went to the wall.

No pun intended.

And Hanson bailed you out.

Now he's not famous for his charitable donations.

But he does reward loyalty.

What did you do for him?

Frank! Hey, nice to see you, mate.

Look, I've got a show later on. How long's it gonna take, this?

- All depends. - On what?

How talkative you feel.

- Does she have to be here? - Yes, she does.

Either I get the custody sergeant to process you,

or we can do this the old-fashioned way.

So, what went down in the Albion that night?

I don't remember.

I can only help you if you help me.

Why are you treating me like a criminal?

I thought we was mates.

Did you?

A lot of people thought you'd like to see the back of Sarah.

Then one day she's gone.

Handy!

Is this what you call "the old-fashioned way"?

Nah. I haven't hit him yet.

Look, it was nothing to do with me.

What wasn't?

- Are you alone? - What do you want?

To know whether you're alone.

- Yeah. - Can we come in?

Uh, no.

Nice flats, these.

You don't want to worry your neighbors

by us banging on your door all night, do you?

Sir.

Brian Lane, Metropolitan Police.

I'm here to see Janet Spencer.

Janet, why don't you grow up?

Don't you dare speak to me like that!

How dare you be so patronizing?

Well, well, well. Friends reunited.

You know I had a wife who died?

You know what happened to her.

Do I?

We're not here to play games, Luke.

She was hit by a car driven by your father.

I know because he told me himself.

Then what you asking me for?

Because you were in the car too. You were with him. You saw it.

Why are you back with him again?

He stole your girlfriend. Set you up for arson.

Well, he's my dad. He's...

He's all I got.

Is that what he tells you?

Mm.

What do you think your future's gonna be, Luke?

He pays for this place, I take it?

How long before he decides you know too much?

Look what happened to your uncle.

Nothing happened to him.

Just because we couldn't charge your father doesn't mean

your uncle's not propping up a junction of the M25.

He killed his own brother.

What conscience has he got?

Before Sarah and Daniel disappeared,

you had a visit from a policeman.

He told you to warn them about the 20/4s.

I don't remember.

Oh, yes, you do.

You were a junior member of the AFL.

Sarah was the star,

the one picked by Grant to carry out his plan.

Whoa.

Getting in with the 20/4s wasn't my idea.

She said it was.

My idea?

It was yours.

You knew I was against it. I said it was too dangerous.

No, wait.

A few nights before those skinheads came to the squat,

some bloke came 'round.

Friend of Sarah's, you said.

I don't remember.

I'd had a terrible time with canceled shows.

It was that cow Sarah's doing.

So I went down the Albion to drown my sorrows,

and there she was with Hanson and Monroe.

Turns out her and her boyfriend

had been passing themselves off as one of them.

- I told them who she really was. - And then?

Ricky told me to get out of the way,

book in a hotel for a couple of nights

while they dealt with them.

Dealt with them? How?

- I don't know. - Where did they take them?

I don't know that either.

You mean you don't want to know.

Did they have lockups, warehouses?

Monroe might have.

He wasn't really a mate.

It's just 'cause Ricky had asked him

to do my conservatory at the time.

If anything happened to Sarah or Daniel, it's your fault.

Not a day goes by when I haven't regretted not warning them.

Is that why you run this...

place?

Makes you feel better, does it?

We used to laugh at you.

Only had you around 'cause your family were loaded.

Never trust a Trustafarian.

I should have known better.

George!

Open the door!

Gerry, go away.

I don't need this!

Oi! I'm not asking you. I'm telling you.

Open the door!

If Hanson knows you're a grass,

how come you're still able to walk?

What do you mean?

Well, you got something on everybody.

That's your insurance.

- What have you got on him? - Nothing.

Come on.

Don't tell me there's not a little black book

in a safety deposit box somewhere.

Now, George, please. I need an ace here.

I won't need money this time, Gerry.

I'll need protection.

Yeah, well, if it's worth it, you'll get it.

There's a story about Ricky...

and his son's ex, Lysette.

We know all about that.

No, you don't.

Yeah, we're getting something.

Well, you'd better start drilling.

Sir.

Time's running out, Pete.

You better get your side of the story in before Ricky gets his.

We've made a rather nasty discovery

under Ray Harris's conservatory.

Ring any bells?

It was Ricky's idea to take them to Ray's place.

I thought we'd just rough them up a bit.

Tell me what happened.

Ricky was already laying into the lad

when Sarah said something about going to the police,

how she had something on us.

I don't know. Well, that was it.

He pulled out a knife and let Daniel have it.

I suppose he wanted Sarah to see what she had coming.

Ricky Hanson murdered Daniel Cobb?

Yeah.

Well, and then he killed her too.

- And the bodies? - We buried them.

Well, the equipment was already there.

Ricky reckoned if they found them,

they'd finger Ray for it.

- Jack. - There he is again.

How many times have I played this out in my head?

Go home, Jack.

I can't be worrying about you whilst I'm doing this.

So, please, go home.

Just nail the bastard.

We know about the drugs ring you set up with the 20/4s.

And we know you killed Sarah and Daniel.

- Bollocks. - Charming as ever.

What are you doing here, anyway?

Enjoying myself.

Tell us about Lysette, Ricky.

What do you want to know about her for?

The exact nature of your relationship.

Don't have nothing to do with her.

She lives in Málaga now, right?

Yeah.

I bunged her a few grand, told her to piss off.

Unusually generous of you.

As is this.

According to your bank,

you send Lysette 1,500 euros every month.

Plus you cover the rent on her apartment.

Little love nest, is it?

You tell me. You seem to know all about it.

It's a bit more complicated than that, though, isn't it?

For the benefit of the tape,

I'm showing Mr. Hanson a DNA report, exhibit number SP01.

What's this?

Lysette Perry's DNA sample. And exhibit SP07.

- Yours. - They match.

You're her father. And you had sex with her.

This is what you've come down to, is it?

You really are desperate, aren't you?

So you admit you knew?

I ain't admitting nothing.

I've just told you that you had

a sexual relationship with your daughter,

and you didn't even blink.

I can understand why no one knew about it.

Wouldn't do your cred on the street much good, would it?

That better not be a threat.

And I take it you also didn't tell Luke

that he'd been sleeping with his half sister.

See you tomorrow.

What was that for?

Son!

You can see what they're doing, can't you?

- Yeah. - They're playing you.

I swear I never touched her after I found out.

Who told you about it?

Lysette said her mother had told her

to keep away from the family.

I wanted to know why.

It turns out her mum had been a stripper in one of me clubs.

I didn't even know she'd had a kid.

- Why didn't you tell me? - How could I?

- You tell her? - Course not!

I loved her.

When we're out of here, I'll explain it all.

There's nothing to explain.

Luke, we're family. We can sort this.

Just stop it, all right?

I've had it, Dad.

I want to make a statement.

I was in the car that night with him.

And when he hit Mr. Halford's wife, he laughed.

How did you do it?!

Put it there!

Come on in! Come on in!

I'll get the glasses out.

Tell me all about it!

We did it, love.

We got him.

♪ 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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