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(CLUCKING)

(EXCITED SHOUTING)

(WOMAN) Police! Stay where you are!

- (GRUNTING) - (MAN) Hands in the air! Now!

(SPEAKS IN CANTONESE)

(SQUAWKS)

Drop everything on the floor! Now!

- (FEROCIOUS BARKING) - Do it!

Oh, no.

- (GUNSHOT) - (WHIMPERING)

Shot my dog! Shot my dog!

- (GLASS SMASHING) - Shot my dog! You shot my dog!

(WHIMPERING)

(SIGHS)

- Terrific. - Dear, dear me.

She'll be jumping out next.

Ah! Hi, Doug.

- Sandra. How's it going? - Just about to find out.

- Yellow: increased productivity. - (KNOCK AT DOOR)

- Lavender: security. - Come.

Ah, Sandra. Just a second.

White: anywhere you don't want staff to linger.

Rest rooms, drink machines,

- canteens and so on. - (CHUCKLING)

Oh, Sandra Pullman, Matthew Talbut.

Matthew's a colour consultant with Watkins, May and Rudd.

We're working with them on the personnel and productivity initiative.

Well, this is certainly one for the pilot operation scheme.

Well, I'll liaise with Finance and Promotions and get them to send over an action plan.

Right.

- (CLATTERING) - Whoops.

Oof!

Tricky little things.

- Lovely to meet you. - Bye.

Sit.

Very, very bright young man.

- Roderick Patrick Wringer. - The Anna Dubrovski case.

Truly appalling miscarriage of justice. Supposedly.

Wringer had a key to Dubrovski's flat.

He frequented the nightclub where she worked,

her blood was found on his shoes, he did it.

Unfortunately, the detectives on the original investigation

were last year found guilty of illicit association and manipulation of the Henderson trial.

Jury nobbling.

Hence Wringer's conviction going to appeal.

No new evidence was presented.

I bet if the appeal courts say the conviction's unsafe, out he goes.

Wringer's a career criminal, his wife runs a porn empire.

Police and public deserve better than to be sneered at by people like that.

Right.

Anna Dubrovski's murder's to be reinvestigated.

Reconfirming that the case against Wringer still stands will ease the pressure on the men,

publicly and politically.

- And he intends to sue? - Not when you're finished with him.

- Me? - Everyone is aware

what a distinctive and enviable career path you've carved out for yourself.

But you screwed up.

The idea is that we use your investigation as the basis for a new initiative.

A team of dedicated personnel, re-examining other open cases.

Hmm? That's your brief.

Dedicated personnel?

We may not have the manpower in terms of serving officers.

We can still call upon a large number of retired detectives experienced in serious crime.

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

Fully cognisant with practice and procedure at the time the offences were committed.

Don, please don't do this to me.

Think of the advances in forensics, offender profiling...

It's an opportunity to put a lot of these cases to bed.

Retired detectives.

Do they have to have their own teeth?

- Was he armed? - Who?

The dog.

UCOS. Unsolved Crime and Open Case Initiative.

What did somebody call it? Don Bevan's love child.

The Unsolved Crime and Waste of Time Initiative?

No, that would be UCAWOTI.

I know it's tricky working for someone you used to boss,

but if there's one thing I learned from you it was to respect people's abilities, not their rank.

Plus they're all retired detectives and I don't know any of these people.

- lan Derby. - You know him?

Yeah. Dead.

- Alan Evans. - Dead.

Er... DI John Farrelly. Oh, I know John.

- He works... - Dead.

- But he only left last December. - Heart attack in the sea off M�laga.

Serves him right. The place is full of villains.

65% of CID officers are dead within five years of leaving the job.

Dead. Dead.

Good as.

Alive but he bores for England.

Retired but currently under investigation by the CPS.

Ditto, the DTI.

Dead.

Alive but don't leave him alone with your kids.

Retired sick. Well, insane, really.

Dead, dead...

Would be if I got hold of him. No. I think you'd better advertise.

Morning. Oh, just before we start,

this new unit - no blacks, obviously.

Now, you didn't officially retire

and yet I can't see any references to why you left the force.

Why's that?

Absolutely no bloody idea at all.

- (SNIGGERS) - Police and Criminal Evidence Act?

Mistake. Being able to threaten, intimidate and cause pain to a suspect

are the chief weapons in a copper's armoury, right?

Ah, shite.

(DOOR SLAMS)

I mean, I don't take no bloody crap from no one!

Thanks so much for coming in.

It's very valuable to have such a successful ex-officer applying for...

Ex-DI Brian Lane, Detective Superintendent Sandra Pullman.

Pullman?

Sussex University.

Accelerated entry, 1987.

Bramshill, '92.

DI, Murder Squad, '92-'95

DCI, Armed Robbery Squad, '95-'98.

So how's it been going, Brian - retirement?

Oh, fantastic. Love it.

Best thing I ever did. Get to do what I want, when I want.

Grandchildren, gardening, football, swimming,

day trips...

gardening, car, pets, dogs,

the wife.

Did I mention gardening?

Your days sound pretty full. I wouldn't have thought you'd want to come back.

I don't. Not as a cop.

But as an investigative officer, technically a civilian,

full access to files...

When do we start?

- Ah! An ashtray! - We'd rather you didn't.

- There's... - The squad will initially be quite small.

concentrating on murder cases,

and then, depending on the success of the operation,

expanding to encompass other...

It's her, innit?

Woof, woof, bang, bang.

No, it's out of the question.

- He's a first-class detective. - I know what happened to him.

No, no, you don't, trust me.

- Gerry Standing? - He's a thief-taker.

I only met him because I'd heard so much about him. I didn't think you were serious.

Do you want to do the job properly or do you just want to look nice?

- Hello, again. - Thanks for showing faith.

- Drink? - Let me get them.

- Scotch and dry. - No, I'm fine.

- How long? - Two years, two months, eight days.

It's her, isn't it? Pullman, October 2002.

Put in charge of anti-kidnap operations.

As in the Chinese job.

- Hello, Gerry. - Hi, Jack.

Gerry Standing, Brian Lane.

- Hi. Nice to meet you. - Gerry.

Welcome to the squad. Drink?

I'll have a brandy and Coke, thanks, sweetheart.

Superintendent Pullman's your new governor, not me.

- Guvnor? - That's right.

Ooh. In that case, I'd better have a large one, sweetheart.

A word?

Let's get this absolutely clear.

They come on your recommendation. One more crack like that and I'll deck him.

(ANNOUNCER) Tonight on BBC1...

(MARTIN BASHIR) Who's to blame for taking 20 years of your life away?

Basically, the Metropolitan Police.

(BASHIR) Tonight, for the first time since his release,

Roderick Wringer and his wife Gaynor speak publicly

about their fight for justice over the past 20 years

in an exclusively filmed interview with me, Martin Bashir.

Your starter for ten.

She'd never say it to your face,

but that crack about the drink, taking the piss -

she likes that.

- Superintendent Pullman of UCOS. - Morning, ma'am.

"Our objective is to provide efficient, courteous and satisfactory quality of service

"to our customers." What's this?

- Mission statement. - "Customers"?

Gerry Standing. What did they finally nail you for, you bent bugger?

Shagging your missus. But no one was ever gonna go down for that.

(LAUGHTER)

You, out.

Anna-Marie Dubrovski. 21.

Beaten to death in her Pimlico flat on the night of 18th July 1981.

No sign of forced entry.

A cocktail waitress working at the nearby Pelican Club,

her body was discovered at 3.30am

by friend and fellow club worker Eve Osbourne.

48 hours later, murder squad detectives arrested and charged Roderick Patrick Wringer

on suspicion of murder.

- Those were the days. - Wringer had a ruthless criminal reputation,

believed to have been involved in several armed robberies and laundering of the proceeds.

He claimed to have been at home on the night in question,

an alibi corroborated by his wife.

Wringer insisted on not knowing Dubrovski

but he was a semi-regular at the club.

Most crucial of all, forensics clearly placed Wringer at the scene of the crime.

That's not magnetic.

Would you like some sticky tape?

Thank you.

Not only did blood found on his shoes match that of the dead girl,

but subsequent to his arrest, the key to the victim's apartment was found in a jacket

in Wringer's wardrobe.

The prosecution case was that Wringer was in a sexual relationship with Dubrovski...

er... that she subsequently found out not only was he married

but also a criminal, whereupon...

Whereupon she attempted a cessation of their association.

21 years of my husband's life have been stolen from him.

Today the judge confirmed...

There was a violent confrontation during which Wringer,

conforming to a sociopathic behavioural stereotype,

lost control and battered Dubrovski to death.

With an ashtray.

Yes.

This is a no-smoking office in a no-smoking building.

(LOUD SCRAPING)

Clearly, given the allegations of corruption,

(SQUEAKING)

...it is imperative that we effect a swift, albeit satisfactory, conclusion.

- Our... - (FOLDER CRASHES)

Our job is to review the evidence, to re-examine forensic material,

re-interview witnesses if necessary and, at the end of the initial inquiry process,

recommend if post-investigative action should be facilitated.

Any queries about the debriefing?

Do you wake up talking like that?

You mean, he did it, let's prove he did it,

then we can say we're not looking for anyone else in connection with this inquiry?

July 1981, it should've made headline news. Anyone remember?

- I was two. - (SNIGGERS)

Gentlemen?

Anna Dubrovski, cocktail waitress, the Pelican Club, Pimlico.

Once semi-fashionable, by then a bit of a dive. Slightly dodgy, even.

- What? - It didn't make the headlines.

Too much else going on that summer.

Yorkshire Ripper. Bobby Sands. Pope got shot.

Royal wedding. Yeah, I was on diplomatic protection.

- I wasn't. - Brixton riots.

- Where were you, Jack? - Brixton.

In July, Toxteth and Handsworth, as well.

- That's when we lost it. - The war on crime?

Respect. The public.

And we never managed to get it back.

Oi. You know Jack.

Is he mad?

I am, though.

What are you doing?

(JACK) Making a start.

Who is she?

Thank you for agreeing to see us.

- I'd quite understand your not wanting to. - I don't want to.

I only thank God that her father is no longer living and has not to go through all this again.

Her death killed him.

It took two years but it killed him.

And now I am supposed to believe that my only comfort,

that her killer was caught,

is a lie?

Mrs Dubrovski, what we're trying to do is re-examine the evidence

to see if there are grounds for reinvestigating your daughter's murder.

What sort of a girl was Anna, Mrs Dubrovski? How do you remember her?

Happy.

Always wanting a good time.

She didn't get much of that, did she?

- Did you know she worked in a club? - No!

Her flat - did you visit her there?

Once or twice.

Her father went there, mostly. Fixing things, putting up shelves - you understand.

- Was it nice where she lived? - It was a flat.

It's very expensive, even for renting.

And she paid cash.

That is what they said.

Your daughter was very pretty.

- Yes. - Beautiful, even, but... no boyfriends?

- She was not a prostitute. - No one's saying that.

She was not brought up to behave like this.

She did not even drink!

Did she ever mention Wringer?

You don't think she knew him?

I think he wanted to know her.

When they put him in jail, I was so grateful!

I wanted to shout how glad I am.

We thought

at least we have justice now.

It wasn't enough but...

it was something.

And now...

Where is justice for our Anna now?

(WEEPING)

She died fighting for her life

and we were not there to help her.

Our only child!

And now to be told that this man...

This...

conviction is unsafe...

Mrs Dubrovski, even after all this time,

I want you to believe me when I tell you that I understand

and I'm sorry for your loss.

Do either of you have children?

- No. - No.

You are lucky.

- Is she watching? - Mm-hm. Why?

Some do, some don't.

- What does it mean if they do or not? - Absolutely nothing in my experience.

- What's the point? - What do you mean?

Running around, opening up a box of horrors, it's a waste of time.

If we effect a satisfactory conclusion,

we'll not only be bringing justice to that poor woman's door,

she'll be at peace.

It's never a waste of time.

- Ahem. Excuse me? - Mmm?

I don't even want to imagine what she looked like,

but I'd like think any woman you brought back could at least take her underwear home.

I found this in the pocket of my dressing gown.

Well, you'd better take it up with your mother. It's hers. She came round to see me.

And where are you going?

Amelia, you clearly misunderstand the basis on which I let you live here.

This is my flat, I ask you where you're going.

Fine.

Just as long as you don't expect to pull dressed like that.

Just put some clothes on.

- Dad! - What?

Be safe.

Get dressed.

(CLASSICAL PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

- (SIGHS) Happy, are you? - I'm working as a civilian, not a policeman.

- Brian, I don't think this is a good idea. - Is 800 quid a week a good idea?

I'm not talking about the money! I don't want you an empty shell.

- Not again. - I have full access to records, Esther.

- Do you know what that means? - What do you think you're going to find out?

Mm? What do you think is there for you?

Somebody died, Esther.

I was set up and they were ready to finish me.

I was lucky. I just lost the ability to reason for a while.

But that poor guy died.

I will get to the truth.

Brian, I don't want you doing this.

For your own sake.

Next time, you might not just crack, you might break.

(KNOCKING)

Hi. I was just getting ready for bed.

- Do you want a drink? - No, I'm on a job.

- I've got Terry to cover for an hour. - Ooh, right, well.

What can we do in an hour?

I'm sorry if I've been a bit anonymous over the last few weeks.

I reckoned you'd probably have enough on your plate.

There is this remarkable piece of new technology they call the phone.

Just a bit awkward, given what happened.

Oh. Oh, right.

- I mean, too awkward. - Yeah. Course.

I'm sorry, Sandra.

Not even a "kiss goodbye" kiss?

You coward.

Yeah, you're right.

It's not very noble but,

like I said, I've got a wife.

And the kids. Don't forget the kids.

I like you, Sandra. A lot.

And we had a good time.

But we were being discreet.

I mean, this whole kidnap fiasco, it's hardly discreet, is it?

No, actually, what you liked was getting it on with a star.

As long as I was going somewhere you liked it.

Yeah.

Probably.

(ROCK MUSIC ON RADIO)

(MUSIC STOPS)

- Gerry! - Gaynor.

Long time no see.

Roddy! Roddy, look who's here.

And this is the living room.

- Very impressive. - (CHUCKLES)

Hey - amazing these, aren't they?

- Yeah. - Yeah, yeah. Here, listen to this.

("GREATESCAPE" THEME MUSIC)

- Anyone called you on it? - Nobody.

- Ooh, hello! - I always have some put by.

Just in case - this sort of thing.

Roddy often used to talk about you, you know. Well, we both did.

- Gaynor used to visit and I'd say to her... - Cheers.

..."How's so-and-so doing? What are they up to?" She'd always tell me.

I said I didn't really see you any more but how I'd heard you'd done well.

In the Met.

Then last thing was, I heard you'd left.

- Retired. - Under a bit of a cloud.

- Is that right? - (CHUCKLES)

- To us! - Yeah!

Yeah. To us.

Here, Gaynor, get the camera.

- You're looking good. - Even after 20 years.

- Well, thanks for answering the call. - Oh...

No, no. It means a lot to me.

It's nice to know there are a few people about who don't forget where they come from.

- You didn't tell Gaynor you wanted to see me. - No, she'd been through enough.

No point in getting her hopes up.

I only want her to hear good news from now on

and I hear you're in a position to get it.

- Who told you that? - Oh, what's it... Erm...

- Acorn. - Acorn?

- No. UCOS. - Oh!

Terrified, aren't they, the Met, about how much I'm gonna take them for?

Once was enough, Gerry. I don't want them fitting me up again.

No one's fitting you up. They don't need to. Doesn't look good.

Look, Roddy, er...

What happened that night?

I never knew her. Never even met her and that's the truth.

- OK. - Still don't know who killed her.

Not even after twenty years.

And that hurts! And I want to know. You know what I'm saying?

And I won't rest. I won't consider myself truly free until I know who killed her.

You understand?

I'll have to talk to people. And that's everyone: all your old friends.

Gerry, I didn't kill her and I did twenty years. What friends?

Ah!

- There! - Oh, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.

No. I don't think that's a good idea.

Not my best side.

Oh, Gerry! We missed you!

You know how it is, Mary.

Talking things over with you always used to take the edge off a case.

Yes, I know, but that's the point.

If you don't come back at me, how am I going to make breakthroughs like I used to?

You see what I'm saying?

No, all right.

Don't dwell on it too long, eh, darling?

Understand?

Cheers.

Suppose you'll be wanting a bed next.

- Is that where you're gonna hang your coat? - I thought I'd give it a whirl.

Fine. But not with that hanger.

It's got my name on it.

OK?

Wringer's a blood-type B secreter. Did you know?

No. Must have been washing my hair that day.

(DOOR CLOSING)

- Morning. - Morning.

I've arranged the case evidence alphabetically.

I've also listed it with the trial notes chronologically.

That way you can cross-reference it more easily.

He lived with his mum till he was 30.

The labs are re-examining all the forensic evidence,

including Wringer's shoes.

Original notes show they found blood matching Wringer's under Anna Dubrovski's fingernails.

B positive.

Don't suppose you know the contents of her stomach, do you?

Fish, peas, spinach.

But no potatoes, which seems a bit odd.

Right, well...

The senior investigating officer was DCI Lovett.

lan Lovett, retired June '95, rank of chief superintendent.

- I've arranged to go and see him. - Have him come in.

We don't want to do that. He's got a string of commendations, integrity beyond question, etc.

I know, but do it anyway.

- Where are you going? - Eve Osbourne.

The friend who found Anna Dubrovski's body. I've tracked her down.

- Where's Standing? - Said he had to see a man about a dog.

- (LAUGHTER) - (GERRY) There's hundreds of them,

creeping round like James Bond with their big guns and all that.

So they get in the room and there's twenty Chinamen holding their cocks.

No, no! Fighting cocks.

All right?

There's SO19, a Doberman and an Alsatian and Madam Ice-knickers, right?

Now, the Doberman gets free, it's going, "Grrrr," giving it all that.

She whips out her gun, blam, blam, down it goes.

At which point, the main man starts running round the room

going, "You shot my dog! You shot my dog!"

At which point, Mr Wang Bang Chung, kidnapped millionaire,

thinking they're gonna top him, jumps out the window.

But he's got a slight problem 'cause he's blindfolded and he cannot fly.

But the next minute, wallop!

He hits the roof of this car, busted back, pelvis and both legs.

And now sucking life through a straw.

- (ALL) Aw! - Yeah!

And I'm supposed to work for the silly tart.

Why don't you give her a bit of the old... outstanding, eh?

- Come on, Gerry. - There's still time.

(PHONE)

(MAN) Yeah. OK. Fine.

Mr Lovett, they're ready for you.

- Interview room... - I know where it is.

(LAUGHTER)

Murder? No, he never had a problem with that. Business as usual.

It's like Willy Sefton, innit?

Called Roddy a ponce. Next thing you know, his head turns up in a bag.

Anyway, it's neither here nor there.

He couldn't have murdered that bird.

Well, why not? Anna Dubrovski's blood was all over...

Look, he was in Harpenden, robbing a security van.

N...

- What are you doing? - Corns.

Bad. Do you get them?

No, I don't.

Put that away, this is a classic car. Next time you can get a bus.

I don't like public transport.

No bus, no train, you don't drive. How do you get about?

I get people to give me a lift.

Anything of a professional nature you want to share with me?

(TAPE REWINDING)

Murder? No, he never had a problem with that. Business as usual.

It's like Willy Sefton, innit?

Called Roddy a ponce. Next thing you know, his head turns up in a bag.

Was it really necessary for me to come here?

I thought it better to meet here rather than your place of work.

Which is shorthand for "you're going to ask awkward questions".

Cut the crap and get on with it. I'm ex-job, remember?

- And your new one's at Barnes golf club. - You're not taping this?

- No. No notes, strictly informal. - What do you do there?

- Resident pro? - Huh.

- Security. - Someone recommend you?

I was head-hunted.

But not by you, apparently. I don't even rate an interview.

We're starting with the Anna Dubrovski murder. You can't re-examine your own case.

Not after allegations of corruption.

Ex-officers in this unit have to be above suspicion.

So how come you have Standing and Lane on board?

A drunk who retired sick rather than face prosecution

and the other a cop so bent he sleeps in a circular bed - usually someone else's.

- What are you, just selectively blind? - According to the Appeal Court, you were.

The Appeal Court later identified officers on the murder investigation as being corrupt.

One. And he was reassigned after two days.

- He never left the incident room. - Could he have had a hand?

I'm the one who found Wringer's shoes with her blood all over them

and a scene of crime officer turned up the key to Dubrovski's flat.

No dodgy cop came within miles of that evidence.

We just don't want to leave Wringer with any mitigating factors whatsoever.

Good. Because he murdered Anna Dubrovski, no matter what the Appeal Court says.

Wringer may fool some people with his poor victim act

but he was the most evil person I have ever met.

Never mind Anna Dubrovski, there were at least two other murders I know he committed

and he was never even a suspect. And he wants to sue!

It turns my stomach.

(DOORBELL)

(WOMAN) Thank you, Nina.

Thank you for agreeing to see us.

I can give you three quarters of an hour.

Against my better judgement.

You like horses.

My husband is in racing.

Bookie?

Owner.

I agreed to see you today because he's in Ireland.

He knows nothing about what happened 20 years ago.

We're very discreet, Mrs Collard.

You worked with Anna at the Pelican Club when you were Eve Osbourne?

- Yes. - You found her the night she died.

- Yes. - She was a close friend?

Best friend.

The prosecution claimed that Wringer and Anna were lovers,

yet you said they never knew each other.

- They never even met. - (BRIAN) How do you know?

She would have said. We told each other everything. That's how it was.

Did anyone put pressure on you, Mrs Collard, to say that Wringer didn't know her?

Of course not. Anna didn't know Wringer and they never had a relationship.

You worked at the Pelican Club and you never saw Wringer there?

- If he ever did go, he wasn't a regular. - Members only?

Yes. In the days before B-list celebrities, it was very select.

I'd heard it was on its way down.

Well, we did entertain the occasional policeman, so perhaps you're right.

(CHUCKLES)

Don't smoke the filter, Mrs Collard. I used to do that and now look at me.

Anna and Wringer couldn't have been lovers because Anna wasn't interested in men.

Is that clear enough for you?

- What do you think? - Not my type.

- What she said. - Oh.

- Phoney. - Dodgy, even.

Given present fiscal strictures, combating a compensation culture

is of extreme importance.

Copies of the above to both Resource Management and the Income Generation Unit.

- (KNOCKING) - Come.

The RSPCA have asked to be involved in the Wang Bang Chung inquiry.

It looks like the Commissioner intends to accommodate them.

You shoot one bloody dog in this country...

I hear you've concluded the vetting procedure and got down to work.

Halford as deputy. That's quite a catch.

- Brian Lane and... Gerry Standing? - You said I was free to choose my own people.

Sandra, I thought you'd be the first to realise that the public relations aspect of this initiative

is no less important than its actual effectiveness.

Why didn't you tell me you knew lan Lovett?

I served under him in the Drugs Squad.

In what way is that material to the Dubrovski case?

I'd have preferred to have heard it from you, that's all.

Did you know Standing went to school with Roddy Wringer?

As I say, I'd reassess that particular appointment.

How could you do it? If you haven't learnt your lesson after all these years, what's the point?

- Mum! - I'm sorry.

- Sorry? - What do you want me to say?

How about, it's tacky and it's sad and it's unhygienic?

- (LAUGHTER) - Oi, oi. Leave your mum alone.

- They've all done it. - Not since leaving you.

You didn't?

Only the once. The decree nisi hadn't come through.

- What difference does that make? - Well, it was an attempt at reconciliation.

Oh, Mum! So undignified.

- Like your father says, we've all done it. - (KNOCKING)

Better the dog you know. Especially when you get to our age.

- Thanks! - Oh, erm...

It's devil, not dog.

Oh. Hello.

Why didn't you mention you were at school with Roddy Wringer?

I was at school with Gaynor.

Jack said to take you on trust. Trouble is, I don't trust you.

- I don't trust you and I don't like you. - (WOMEN) Oooh!

- Come in. - (WOMAN) Oooh!

- It's work. - I bet she's...

- It can't be. - What's she doing here?

Murder? No, he never had any problem with that. Business as usual.

It's like Willy Sefton, innit? Called Roddy a ponce.

Next thing you know, his head turns up in a bag.

Anyway, it's neither here nor there. He couldn't have murdered that bird.

(GERRY) Well, why not? Anna Dubrovski's blood was all over...

(MAN) Look, he was in Harpenden, robbing a security van.

What the hell is that?

It's a tape.

Oh, OK, OK.

This is a taped interview with known associates of Roderick, aka Roddy, Wringer.

Presumably all friends of Mr Wringer, in which case they would say that, wouldn't they?

Why? They didn't know I was taping them.

- It's a secret tape? - Yeah.

- I thought you'd be pleased. - Pleased?

- It's illegal. - No, it isn't.

- I'm not a copper. - Now, you look.

You might have got away with this once, but things have changed.

Yeah. You don't nick anyone any more.

- The tape's inadmissible, it's useless. - No, it isn't.

- I talked to Roddy last night. - You did what?

- And he said he did not kill Anna Dubrovski. - Oh, well, that's cleared that up, then (!)

Listen, listen.

If he'd kept his mouth shut, he would have expected to do 15, 16 years most.

But he bangs on about how he never did it.

And what did he get for his pains? Another five.

Now, why would a man do that, huh?

Unless of course he's either (A) barking or (B) it's the truth.

Because, psychologically, it may be necessary to believe the lie in order to expiate one's guilt

and so cope with the cock-up that is your life. I don't want to see that again.

"Expiate"?

Look it up!

- What? - She's your new boss, isn't she?

- (LAUGHTER) - Oooh!

(LAUGHTER AND TEASING)

- Who's your friend? - Dominic.

- My chauffeur. - Huh.

- What did you tell Roddy? - He's already off out. Meeting solicitors.

What couldn't wait?

How come my boss knows I was at school with you?

No idea. Hasn't come from us.

- She knows you're from Bermondsey? - "She"?

Lawyers are very expensive. We're not paying all that money for nothing.

While your old man was inside, you made quite a lot of money, didn't you?

- A girl's got to live. - Yeah, and there's a lot of living in porn.

- Adult entertainment. - Of course.

- So where'd you get the money? - I worked hard.

Oh, come on, Gaynor, only one thing works hard in porn and it ain't you.

- Where'd you get the money to start? - Was it you closed down my shop in '92,

when I had that trouble over the licence?

How much did Roddy bank from that van raid in Harpenden?

On the night he was supposed to have killed Anna Dubrovski?

How much did he give you?

... like Willy Sefton, innit? Called Roddy a ponce.

Next thing you know, his head turns up in a bag.

Anyway, it's neither here nor there. He couldn't have murdered that bird.

(GERRY) Well, why not? Anna Dubrovski's blood was all over...

Look, he was in Harpenden, robbing a security van.

- Coffee? - Yeah, thanks. Is he asleep?

(BRIAN) Good morning. (JACK) Thinking.

Well, sorry to intrude, but did you talk to the girl who found the body?

- Yeah, we went to see Eve Collard. - Says Anna was gay.

Why didn't she mention that at the trial?

She was her friend. She didn't tell Lovett, either.

I'm just transcribing the interview he did with her now.

Who are you?

Information Management, Resource Compilation and Technology Liaison Officer.

- I meant your name. - Clark.

- Are you working with us? - I'm on secondment. I thought you knew.

Wasn't it odd that none of us spoke to you?

I'm used to it.

- Maidenhead! - What?

- Barman! - No.

- Landlord. - Landlord.

Willy Sefton, head in the bag case.

On Gerry's tapes, Wringer's associates suggest that Roddy was responsible.

- The murder was never solved. It's still on file. - Maidenhead's the Thames Valley force.

- They found the torso but we have the head. - Like a full house beats a flush?

No, no, no. Our investigation was already underway, so we took control.

November '80. Murder Squad Area Six.

Chief investigating officer...

- lan Lovett. - Isn't it all just a bit busy inside your head?

- There's probably more going on than in yours. - Excuse me.

Is this really how you did witness statements -

write it all down as it's being said?

This interview between Lovett and Collard took 15 minutes.

Well, I type 60 words a minute and it's already taken me half an hour.

I mean, how do you get to write that fast? Do you have special classes?

Well, Lovett could've messed up the times accidentally.

Accidentally on purpose, you mean.

- I want to know more about Harpenden. - I talked to Gaynor.

Her porn business was kick-started by the money that Roddy got from that raid.

- Well, given that she's his wife... - Hey!

...testify against him...

Nobody touches this desk. Understand?

Because I'll know if you have.

Right?

And my god is a jealous god and he shall smite thee severely.

Where are you going?

There's something missing.

- Give it to me. - What?

The tape.

That's it.

You've got the box that was in that space, there isn't anything else.

- Can I hunt around a bit? Just in case. - Yeah. Sure.

- I'll be at the desk. - Thanks.

Er, sorry...

Deaths in police custody files. Where would they be?

They're in these. It's restricted.

(SERGEANT) Hello, George. Yeah.

Yeah. Five boxes, I believe.

(PHONE CONVERSATION CONTINUES)

See you later. Ta-ra.

(JACK) Vice.

- Yeah, I know, it's a terrible habit. - No, you! You were in Vice.

No, I wasn't. Why does everybody always think that?

- Ever have dealings with them in the '80s? - Not if I could help it.

They would've known about the Pelican Club, though, Vice?

So how come they don't figure in the murder inquiry? Not once.

Well, you must have known someone in that mob.

You can get it off the computer.

It's all on file. Scotland Yard database. You just need authorisation.

- From? - Deputy Commissioner level.

- Yeah, but what if you can't get that? - Well, then you can't get it.

Unless you bypass the code.

But that's hacking.

- It's illegal. - I don't ever want to hear you

using that word again.

- Where's the stuff I left out this morning? - In the kitchen.

The kitchen?!

Where?

- You didn't throw anything away? - No.

Mark and Elaine are coming round tonight.

We need to talk about what you're doing.

Talk as a family. Mark's very worried.

- Mark's an accountant. - I'm worried.

Esther, the day you stop worrying, I'll be dead.

I know, that's what worries me.

I got me hands on it today.

The file.

Anthony Kaye. That's right. Already.

It was in my hand. All I had to do was bust open the lock.

- Brian... - It's OK, don't worry, I didn't.

- I don't break the law. - Brian, you're retired.

(SIGHS) You're not answerable to anyone.

Yes.

You'll be here? For dinner?

I don't smoke, I don't drink,

I take my medication.

And you know what? My mind's on fire.

(SIGHS)

There's SO19, a Doberman and an Alsatian and Madam Ice-knickers.

Now, the Doberman gets free. It's going, "Grrrr,"giving it all that.

- She whips out her gun... - (MOBILE)

(LAUGHTER)

- Hello, Jack. - Evening.

- "You shot my dogl" - Is that Gerry there?

- Please. It's his tape. - We have something.

- Good. - You need to see it.

- Yeah. Tomorrow. - You're not interested?

- Jack, I do have a life outside the office. - No, you don't.

We'll be at Mr Chu's in Chiswick. Sounded awfully like Gerry.

- You haven't got as many as me. - You what?

- (GERRY) Coo. - (LAUGHTER)

Sciatica.

Er... lumbago.

Arthritis.

Rheumatism in me shoulder.

Oh, yeah. And these.

Anti-depressants. If and when I need them.

- Nice. - Blood pressure.

Tachycardia - irregular heart rhythm.

- Gout. - Gout?

Hereditary. And anaemia.

Here you go. Multivitamins. That's it.

- No! - Amoxicillin.

What particular infection are you hoping to clear up with them?

No... It...

(BRIAN) Ah-ha!

Pale blue, lozenge shape. Begins with a V.

- (JACK) Hmm... - You know what that's for.

- (JACK) Mm? - Go on, it's not hard.

Very funny.

Here, give us them back, she's here.

Wait a minute, hold on, hold on.

- That's mine. - They're yours.

That's mine.

(GERRY) I'm supposed to work with the silly tart.

Yeah, well, you've taken it out of context.

And in what particular context would that be acceptable?

- Gerald. - Nobody calls me Gerald.

They do now. So, Gerald,

what do you think the silly tart drinks?

Er, excuse me. Dry white wine, please.

Very good. What have you turned up?

Bank raid happened, same date, same time. No one's been charged.

Still doesn't mean Wringer was involved.

Thank you. Sake.

The tape proves nothing. It's corroboration after the event, post-sentence.

This isn't.

Thanks.

"Roddy Wringer never killed Anna Dubrovski.

"He was in Harpenden stealing a couple of million quid from Securicor. True."

- Where did you get this? - Case papers.

Although it was logged, it was filed under non-material evidence.

Letter from a crank. It wasn't presented at the trial.

That's why I left it at home.

Home? You took evidence home?

How else was I gonna get it all filed?

If they find out you've done this, we'll get crucified.

Why? Who's gonna tell them?

Mm. Good squid.

(SIGHS)

- It doesn't make sense. - It was received the day after Wringer's arrest.

So they withheld it from the defence.

Pre-PACE, police and prosecution were not obliged to disclose any evidence to the defence.

(CAROUSEL SPINNING)

Right. The good old days when you could do that kind of thing.

Lovett might just have made a mistake about the times of Collard's interview,

- but if you want my opinion, he made it up. - And he never interviewed the Vice Squad, either.

Pelican Club, Anna Dubrovski works there, Eve Collard,

prosecution claims that Roddy was a regular

and no one thinks to ask area Vice anything throughout the entire investigation?

What are the odds?

Collard says they entertained the odd policeman.

And I'll tell you another thing for nothing. A bird wrote that.

A bird?

Yeah. Nine times out of ten, they're always from birds.

A bloke'd just phone you up and give you the bad news straight,

but a woman takes pleasure in communicating every last ounce of bleeding grief to you.

Anyway, only a bird writes like that.

So, along with your other talents, you're a graphologist.

Well, if you don't believe me, check the DNA from the saliva used to lick the stamp.

You can tell from that nowadays, can't you?

- Modern science being the dog's... - Wringer killed Anna Dubrovski.

Hell of a shot - hitting her with that ashtray from Harpenden.

Her blood was on his shoes, the key to her flat was in his jacket. He did it.

I don't think he did.

Fine. Then who was it?

I don't know. But the point is, if I'm right, are you going to run the risk of trying to find out?

Properly or look nice?

(TALKING IN CANTONESE)

You're the lady that shot the dog!

(MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR RADIO)

Hello.

You're doing all right for yourself, are you?

Yeah.

I was on the telly.

- Did you see it? - I did.

You came across well.

- I mean, it was good. - Why did you lie in court, Eve?

(CAR ALARM BEEPS)

Why didn't you tell the truth?

(CAR STARTS)

He was black.

Like you.

Which automatically made things more difficult.

More political.

I found him face down, having apparently choked on his own vomit.

I was the arresting officer.

I'd left him for less than two minutes but no one else saw me in that time.

I was being treated for depression.

The union advised me I should submit a doctor's report,

pending the investigation.

It wasn't flattering.

In fact, it basically said I was barking mad.

Which gave the Met their get-out.

The problem is, I think Anthony Kaye was killed,

and not by me.

He was murdered inside that station.

The Met are shielding someone

and I'm gonna prove it.

Then we'll see who's mad and who isn't.

A-ha! Forensics.

Hi.

I didn't know you were based here. I was just en route to a...

- I rang you last night. - Yep. Got the message.

I just wanted to let you know that...

- Well, you heard what I had to say. - No, I didn't hear what you were saying.

- Married. - Married with kids.

- Two. - Boys.

Dumped her.

- Wants back. - She's not having it.

(CHUCKLES) Good girl!

(JACK) Ooh...

Cheer me up, Jack. Make it good news.

Well, the lab's confirmed that the blood on Wringer's shoes is Anna Dubrovski's.

But they also found some other microscopic blood particles on the shoes

that belong to neither Dubrovski or Wringer.

And the blood under Anna Dubrovski's fingernails isn't Wringer's either.

It is B positive, the DNA is completely different.

The DNA on the stamp matches the DNA under the fingernails.

- Like I said... - A woman's. We're looking for a female suspect.

That means someone else was there. It doesn't mean Wringer wasn't.

But the bad news is those microscopic blood particles

aren't a bird's.

Hang on. We've got blood under Anna Dubrovski's fingernails,

which isn't hers or Wringer's, that matches the DNA from the letter.

We've still got Anna Dubrovski's blood on Wringer's shoes

- but also traces of someone else's blood. - A man's.

- But that isn't Wringer's either? - Correct.

And this DNA new forensics lark -

makes our job easier, does it?

Get onto the lab and see if there's a match for these new blood particles on file.

Could try asking for a needle in a haystack.

Well, not if it's a murder victim -

say, Willy Sefton, for instance.

That's good. Very good.

... and now it's time for the news.

Fears are growing this morning for the safety of Mrs Eve Collard,

wife of millionaire businessman Matthew Collard.

Mrs Collard has not been seen at her family home since yesterday morning.

- Eve Collard was a witness... - Oi, that's my coffee.

- ... in the Roderick Wringer murder trial. - DS Pullman, please.

The conviction was overturned by the Court of Appeal.

(SHE READS VERY QUICKLY)

..."until the night I found her body at her flat.

"I got home about 3 o'clock in the morning..." (GASPS FOR BREATH)

I'm glad I didn't get seen for this job because I don't think it's gonna last.

I'm sorry. I'm just trying to fit in the interview with Eve Collard, Osbourne as was,

in the time given on the statement.

And I can't.

Which is hardly surprising because we both know it's complete rubbish.

So would you like to tell me what you really talked about with Collard?

OK. Then perhaps you can explain why no Vice Squad officer was ever questioned

during the original investigation.

Who says I didn't? Are you telling me you'd have done it on record?

- Off record? - I interviewed every one of them.

How about this?

Who were you doing a favour when you buried this?

I didn't bury anything.

So you admit seeing it before?

If - if the contents of that letter were true, how come Roddy never mentioned it at his trial?

That he couldn't have killed Anna Dubrovski as he was nicking two million quid at the time?

I can't see that impressing a jury.

And anyway, why risk grassing up your mates when you're innocent?

Oh, please. Wringer had somebody write that as soon as I nicked him.

If he went down, he knew he'd have grounds for an appeal.

So why did he never mention that letter, then or now?

Because he never even knew it existed.

But you knew. That's why you lost it.

- Did you know Eve Collard has disappeared? - So I heard.

Did ever occur to you that she might be her best friend's killer?

Yes, of course it did.

But she didn't have Anna Dubrovski's blood all over her shoes, did she?

- (MOBILE) - Oh, hold on.

- Hello? - Hello, Gerry.

There was no answer at home.

- How'd you get this number? - I needed it so I could invite you to the party.

- No, how? - Carver's on the Strand.

Friday, 1.00 for 1.30. It's a celebration.

- You can bring her if you want. - Who?

Your daughter. Very pretty.

1.00 for 1.30.

Don't forget.

Who was that?

No one.

No one, princess.

(MIAOWING)

(SCREECHES)

Piss on my wife, would you? Nobody pisses on my wife.

Thank you for this, darling. You're a star.

Of the first magnitude.

Come in.

Original procedural report of Lovett's investigation.

Goes to Wringer's house, makes a search, finds the shoes, blah, blah, blah.

Takes the shoes to be photographed, then takes them to Forensics.

Lovett takes Wringer's shoes to be photographed before they're forensically examined.

- Thanks. - In '81, it wasn't uncommon.

It wasn't very clever either. Not standard procedure, that's for sure.

It allows for the possibility of contamination or anything else you feel like.

- What made you think of this? - I told you.

There are detectives who solve crimes

and those who just want to clear them up. Hmm?

You got hold of that one all right.

- Perk of the job? - What do you want?

The early '80s were criminal, weren't they?

In terms of men's fashion.

Roddy Wringer's shoes. You took them from the house, remember?

I should. They were covered in blood.

No. You put that there.

Don't be silly.

Roddy didn't kill her and you knew it.

Roddy killed her. But even if he never had, he was due.

- What, Willy Sefton? - Huh! Among others.

- But you couldn't prove that. - Roddy Wringer killed Anna Dubrovski.

- That wasn't hard to prove. - Roddy didn't do it and I can prove that.

Not in this life.

DNA.

The lab managed to extract it from the saliva used to lick the stamp on that letter you lost.

It matches the DNA in the blood found under Anna Dubrovski's fingernails.

It could only have come from the killer, and that wasn't Roddy.

Huh! You can't possibly know that.

I can. The DNA is a woman's.

Blood can't tell the sex but DNA can.

Off the record?

When you were a cop, how many times did you watch a guilty man go free?

- Eh? - We all know that feeling.

Did you ever get used to it? No, you never do.

How many times did you go the extra mile?

Just to make extra sure that some villain's smart-arsed lawyer, who you know is bent,

couldn't con the jury and swan out of court with his client, laughing in your face?

- Eh? - The extra mile?

He had the key to her flat in his pocket.

I didn't put that there.

He killed her.

Yes, I did some artwork on Roddy's shoes,

and if you'd known Roddy and how evil he was, you'd have done the same

and just don't pretend otherwise.

Off the record?

We ran further tests on Roddy's shoes and found some other blood particles, tiny ones,

which when you smothered his shoe in gore, you covered up.

The results came back this morning.

That blood belonged to Willy Sefton,

left there when Roddy Wringer battered him to death.

All you needed was to be a good detective.

I want you to think about the real murderer now, think about that killer you allowed to go free,

but most of all, I want you to think about Anna Dubrovski and her family,

the victims you betrayed for over 20 years.

None of us has anything to gain by the exposure of yet another corrupt ex-copper

but I promise you, if our paths ever cross again,

it won't be your pension you'll be desperate to cling on to.

You grip it too hard. That's what's making you choke on your shots.

Gerry, come here. Here.

- Yep. - Seen this?

(SANDRA) I've got that, thanks, it's fine.

CRIMINT.

It's sightings and whereabouts of known villains throughout the capital.

- Thanks, bye. - Look at this one.

- F10? - F9.

Holmes 2. Holmes 2!

Every other force in the country on tap.

But can you get cheap flights to Fuengirola on it? Can you...

Right, Surrey police, Eve Collard, attempted suicide, in hospital.

Coming?

(MONITOR BEEPING QUIETLY)

(EVE) Oh!

I think I preferred the nightmare.

Now, now.

So, Eve, why don't you tell me what happened that night?

The night Anna died.

- Was there an argument? - Obviously.

A lover's tiff?

What do you mean?

Eve, the pathologist described Anna's injuries as the result of a frenzied attack.

Now, when I was in the Murder Squad, I saw what lovers sometimes did to each other,

men and women.

Lovers?

- You think I killed Anna. - Cutting your wrists is a bit of a giveaway.

I didn't kill her!

She wasn't my lover, she was my friend.

Eve, we're just interested in closing the case.

- I didn't kill her. - No?

- No! - You're shouting, Mrs Collard.

I'm shouting because you're not hearing what I'm saying.

I didn't kill Anna. Anna wasn't my lover.

- Why would we believe that? - Because Roddy was.

Got it now?

We used to meet at Anna's flat.

We both had keys so we could get in and out when she wasn't there.

I didn't say anything at the trial because...

I didn't know what to say, I was terrified.

(BRIAN) Of Roddy?

It's never occurred to me that Roddy didn't kill her.

When I saw him the other night, I knew he intended to kill me.

That's why...

I felt responsible.

Then and ever since.

Not a day passes that I don't.

Will you sign a written statement to that effect?

And will you provide a DNA sample?

Go back to the hotel.

There's plenty on the walls.

(GERRY) I hear the lawyers are in town. Thought I'd help you celebrate.

Gerry, this is not a party, this is a business meeting. Excuse us.

Thought you wanted to know if I found out anything.

Well, what have you got? You got an ID?

We're waiting on DNA tests.

What's that supposed to mean? Is that a bit of a tease?

You know what I missed when I was inside, Gerry? What I missed the most?

- Well, I've got a fair idea. - Oh, no, no, no.

That is merely a transitory deprivation of stimulus - or so I was told.

No, what I missed, what I missed most keenly,

was the lack of respect, the absence of fear.

It's what I'm enjoying most, getting that back.

Ah, Gay. Look after our friend, will you?

Mmm. You look gorgeous.

- You look like a liar. - (CHUCKLES)

Someone's having fun.

Whatever makes him happy.

Well, we both know what makes you happy, don't we?

That was a long time ago, Gerry.

Oh, no, no. Not me.

Sadly.

No, I'm talking about the porn king. I mean, chauffeur.

- Dominic. - That isn't very funny.

It wasn't meant to be funny.

- He's still around, isn't he? - Pack it in.

No, where'd you find him? Wasn't at a private viewing, was it?

I hope he didn't fast forward.

- I think you'd better go. - Dominic says you certainly do.

No, I mean, fair play.

What's the point of being a woman in your position if you can't sample the merchandise?

Ugh!

Now, that wasn't very nice.

(DOOR OPENING)

Mr Bevan, I was about to ring you.

- I wanted to get the office into shape first. - I wasn't worried about the facilities.

I was in a meeting of the Crime Policy Steering Committee this morning.

- Good meeting? - There is concern at the line of enquiry

your investigation seems to be taking,

in particular the time and resources concentrated on re-interviewing former officers.

lan Lovett has commendations for bravery.

Jack Halford has the Queen's Police Medal.

We agreed that you should make much more show out of targeting the criminal,

especially as the criminal is Wringer, who's guilty as hell.

Is he? That's not what our enquiries lead us to believe.

I should think very carefully...

...before you settle upon such a dangerous conclusion.

Wringer is innocent.

You asked me to do a job. Do I do it properly or just make it look nice?

Sandra, you have a great opportunity here,

a chance to create a truly dynamic department of vision.

But you need a better understanding of the balance between goals and function.

Sometimes, i.e. in the case of Roddy Wringer,

the wrong result is the right one, guilty or not.

Don! How's your piles?

Oh, Jack. Hello.

- I don't actually suffer any more. - Excellent.

Sorry to interrupt. Ready when you are. Have you asked Mr Bevan?

- Er... no. Not yet. - We're going to a party.

Don't worry, you'll be fine like that.

Oh, forgive me. This is PC Clark. He's been a revelation.

Clark, this is Deputy Assistant Commissioner Bevan,

who once, like you, was merely a humble PC, and now look at him.

And no piles. We need a warrant.

I think an application from such a senior officer would convince a judge, don't you?

I think you're forgetting yourself, Jack. You don't actually work in the job any more.

Remember?

Sometimes, i.e. in the case of Roddy Wringer,

the wrong result is the right one, guilty or not.

Hold the fort while we're gone.

Just the warrant, Don, then we're all set.

(BUZZ OF CONVERSATION)

(LAUGHTER AND CONVERSATION)

- Gerry! - You don't mind me bringing a mate, do you?

Roddy Wringer, Brian Lane. Ex-Inspector Lane.

Ooh. Ex.

Oh, I'm so pleased.

That means my damages won't be coming out of your pocket, then, Brian.

Yeah, we were just talking about what Roddy can expect, financially.

- Really? - Thought you'd be interested.

- What is that prat doing here? - Pullman's boss.

I was hoping you'd get to enjoy the job before you found out.

If he's anything to do with us, I don't want the job.

Look, I will keep him at arm's length, I promise.

Jack, the last time I punched him, he couldn't get up.

Next time, he won't. Do you hear what I'm saying?

Excuse me, everybody,

but my solicitor tells me that we have a very special guest, Mr Donald Bevan.

- (MAN) Ah! - Deputy Assistant Commissioner

- of the Metropolitan Police... - (GUESTS) Whooo!

...and a very important person.

- Sir, I am touched. - So I've heard.

Mr Wringer, I am Superintendent Pullman from the Unsolved Crimes and Open Case Initiative.

I'm here to acknowledge publicly that as a result of our investigations,

we are happy to absolve you from involvement in the murder of Anna Dubrovski.

- (GERRY) Who are you? - Aye aye, policeman's ball.

What's going on here?

Roderick Patrick Wringer,

I am arresting you for the murder of William Alec Sefton

on or about 7th November 1980.

- You do not have to say anything... - No!

...but it may harm your defence... - You're not serious!

Gaynor Janice Wringer, I'm arresting you for the murder of Anna-Maria Dubrovski

on 18th July 1981.

- What are you doing? - Making an arrest, Roddy.

- She does it for a living. - What are you on about?

- Gaynor wrote a letter, Roddy. - You're out of your mind.

She stood by you. She knew you didn't kill Anna

- because she did. - You liar!

Your DNA's on the letter, Gaynor. It matches the sample you gave us the other night.

What sample?

But she never knew it was you and Eve Osbourne, did she, Roddy?

What?

You killed the wrong girl.

- You...! - Sir!

Jack! Jack!

Sorry, Don, I'm not actually a policeman any more, remember?

Same old glass jaw.

He isn't fully following through.

Carrying too much weight.

Oh, good effort.

I don't know about you, but she's making me very excited.

Get out of it!

You ruined my life!

(WRINGER) You cow!

Oh, don't tell me - no win, no fee.

(MAN) Very nice.

- Mm. - Mm.

Mmm.

Anyone ever tell you there's no such thing as a free lunch?

Ah, but you were never a cop in the '70s, were you?

It's hardly one of the greatest days in Met history.

I wouldn't know anything about that. I'm not a policeman.

Solved one murder, cleared up another, perhaps more,

if some of Roddy's other victims stand up.

What more do they want? Not bad for a bunch of sad old men.

I don't suppose you lot are taping this by any chance?

- You really never were a cop in the '70s, eh? - You're just a bunch of criminals.

- Oh, hang on, now... - Sorry!

Crooks. Bunch of old crooks.

I'll settle for that. Cheers.

(MUSIC: DENNIS WATERMAN - "THE END OF THE LINE")

# Well, it's all right... #

- Cheers. - # Even if you're old and grey, yeah

# Well, it's all right

# You've got something to say

# Well, it's all right

# Even if they say you're wrong

# Well, it's all right

# Sometimes you gotta be strong

# Maybe somewhere down the road a ways

# You'll think of me and wonder where I am these days

# Maybe somewhere down the road when somebody plays

# "Purple Haze"

# Well, it's all right

# Even if the sun don't shine, yeah

# Well, it's all right

# We're going to the end of the line #