Original subtitles

And it was at that moment that Santa realized, then,

that everybody could see his jingle balls.

Hey!

We have a letter.

From the queen. - Ooh!

Now, this has been sent to every school, every hospital,

every police station in the land.

Chief Super thought it might be better

if you read this one out. - Yeah.

Bit of gravitas.

Your hat, sir. - Come on, sir.

Right.

"In a short time, the 1960s will be over,

but not out of our memories.

Historians will record them as the decade

in which men first reached out beyond our own planet

and set foot on the moon."

Aaaah!

Get down on the floor!

- "Each one of us will have our own

special triumphs or tragedies to look back on."

Get down. Stay down!

"Christmas is a festival of the spirit."

Stay down! Stay down!

C'mon!

"I hope all of you will enjoy a very happy Christmas."

Go, go, go!

"God bless you all, Elizabeth R."

- Aww. - Hoorah.

C'mon!

All right, let's go!

Come on! Go, go! - Go, go!

Aah! Aah!

Come on. Let's have your cash.

Sir.

What?

A Sten gun. In Durham?

- 500 rounds a minute, 8 per second.

Seen one before, then?

- Not on the streets, John.

Well, I've got all the staff and cashiers and that

goin' down to the station to make a statement.

Two called in sick today. - Ohh. Inside job?

Who knows?

I want to talk to the customers, an' all.

Yeah, they're pretty shaken up.

Somebody could've died here today.

- Mm. Yeah, but they didn't, did they?

And we've got their gun.

Early Christmas present.

- I gave them a good blast before it ran out.

I was top shot in my troop. National Service

made a man of me. - Right.

Oh, aye. I got a few rounds in, for sure. Bloody hooligans.

Right, so he came right past ya, the gunman,

but you didn't see his face?

- I saw his boots. Workwear.

No business being in my bank. - Your bank?

Aye, 10 years' service to the T&W.

I take my work seriously!

I should be in line for a reward, I reckon.

- Did you get a number plate?

I mean, you were right here.

- It was one of those new Fords.

Yeah, a maroon Ford Zephyr and a blue Vauxhall Victor.

A lot of people saw that. I need a number plate.

Ha! I was a bit busy.

Doing your job: defendin' the public.

Oh, is that what you call it?

'Cause we call it

illegally discharging a firearm in a public place.

You could've killed somebody.

I wish I had. It might make 'em think twice, next time.

When they're dead, you mean?

Last week, we abolished the death penalty;

this week, we reap the consequences:

violent little toerags with no fear of justice!

- Flats and offices on both sides of the street.

There's a phone box there and a pub just up there at the end.

Now, given that the most action that you've ever seen

was on the firing range at Otterburn,

you stood more chance of killing a bystander

than the bank robber.

Arrest him: discharging a firearm

in a public place without lawful authority.

Now, a number plate, that would've helped.

- Ah! You must be the hero.

Extend it to Sunderland, if you need to,

and Chester-le-Street, if necessary.

- Sir, the cashier, Monica Addison,

she wasn't meant to be workin' today.

She said Violet Burns asked her to fill in.

It's meant to go through the assistant manager.

- Was she sick? - No, pregnant.

No wonder she didn't call the assistant manager.

- The deputy manager, he likes a flutter:

horses, dogs, owt with legs.

He's behind on his mortgage. - No.

What? - Well, it doesn't take

inside knowledge to walk in through the front door

and stick up six bank clerks, does it?

- Yeah, but they knew to rob the bank an hour before

the cash collection. - No no, most bank jobs,

it's two, maybe three men, with a pistol and a shotgun.

This is a Second World War submachine gun.

It should've been decommissioned.

Somebody

has drilled out the plug and made another firing pin.

Well, if it belongs to the British Army,

can't we trace it? - Ground off the serial number.

Did you recognize any of them?

No; they were all wearing gas masks.

Anything on those getaway cars? - The duty inspector's

got pandas out. Uniforms are goin' door-to-door.

- Christmas Eve. They'll get a warm welcome.

Bloody holiday right in the middle of my investigation.

Glass of water, please, for this young man.

- All right?

Yeah, yeah. Lad that took on the gunman.

- Lucky not to get himself shot.

Well, he's not saying much.

Just wants to go home to his mam. He's only 17.

Thank you.

- Let me talk to him.

Well, if you think you can do any better...

- It's not that, John. I know him.

Hello, Kit.

I'm sorry.

- Why are you sorry?

It's been too long.

Mam! We've got company.

- Company?

I'm not dressed for company!

Hello, Edith.

You look well.

And you were always a very good liar, Gently.

That was taken 10 years ago,

before you knew us.

1959, the dawn of a new decade.

Remember that?

- Oh, yeah.

He was a man you could trust, Derek.

Brave man.

How are you doing, George?

How's that posh school treating you, then, Kit?

They made a gentleman of you yet?

- He's got a girlfriend.

Oh! - Ask him about his girlfriend.

Mam.

A man needs his secrets, Edith. Right, Kit?

Right, well,

I'll leave you two men to talk, shall I?

I'll make meself look presentable.

She won't be back down.

- Thank you.

So this gunman, you couldn't get a good look at him

because of his gas mask, right?

No.

Scary, eh?

I'm sorry.

No, no no, no.

So you said they were young. How young, 20, 30?

- Is 30 young?

Yeah, definitely.

I suppose... 20-odd?

He didn't care.

He just walked into that bank with the gun.

Anybody could've been killed.

His accent was local, yeah?

- Yeah.

Yokel or town? - City.

Newcastle?

I'm going to get them, Kit.

I'm going to lock them up.

How well did you know Dad?

Ahem. We were on the operation together,

where he got killed.

- Was he afraid?

We were all afraid, Kit.

It's what you do next that counts.

I've got to go, John.

I've got Walter's parents down.

Just tell us.

Tell you what?

Just tell us that this'll be our last Christmas apart.

Wait. Wait.

Wait, Gem. Just wait. Pips have gone.

John?

Wait!

Have you got any coins? - No.

You got any coins? - No!

What?

- No sign of either of them cars.

Right. Well, keep lookin'.

- It's Christmas Eve.

My sergeant's callin' us in. Other duties.

Are you just goin'? - I am, sir.

Oi!

Merry Christmas!

This came from Forensics.

What is it?

- It's a bullet from the bank.

It's a dum-dum.

Why is it like that?

Let's hope you never find out.

Yep.

Christmas morning?

- Don't start.

He was sat on his own, doin' nothing,

and you were sat with your mam, wishin' you were doing nothing.

Besides, there's no one else. All right?

- Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.

Happy Christmas.

- Well, here we are, Joseph, Mary and little Baby Jesus.

What have we got, then?

Blue Vauxhall Victor.

I've got a witness that saw it driving through Rowan Street.

Two flat tires.

Rowan Street's about a mile away from the bank.

That's very good. Did uniforms get that?

No, they didn't. I did.

- All right. It was a joke.

I walked the route all bloody night.

I found blue paint on a traffic island.

No sign of the car, though.

Now, it's not going to get very far, is it,

two flat tires? - It's just us, then?

Yeah, well, we can sing carols on the way.

All right, meet at the Arches, 4:00.

Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.

- Anything? - No. You?

No.

- I'll get them to organize a proper search tomorrow,

when we're back on duty.

- It's worth a try, I suppose.

Do you want a lift home?

- Oh, no, It's all right.

I'm going to go and meet some friends,

retrieve what's left of me Christmas.

- You sure?

Aye. Wey aye. See youse later.

Where to?

- Home, please.

On your own?

- Yeah. Gemma's still in London.

She's coming down next week.

- It's happening, then, is it?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm going to look after her, her and the kids.

So what if he won't give her a divorce? So what?

- What if something happens to you?

Well,

she'll get me pension, won't she?

Not if you don't marry her, she won't.

Really? - Really.

That kid who took on the gunman. His father was Derek McDonald.

He was a sergeant in the squad when I come up here from London,

the one who got killed in Operation Tulip, yeah?

Yeah. I remember. - Yeah? Well,

we all thought that him and Edith were married,

but it turns out they weren't,

because Edith's first husband wouldn't give her a divorce.

So she got nothing.

Think about that.

Excuse me!

This is the police.

Will you step out of the car.

Please, will you step out of the car.

Pbbt.

You all right? - Yeah. There's...

There's bullet holes in the back of her shoulder, sir.

- You did well.

Thank you.

Agh. Ugh.

I think it's been emptied, sir.

I wonder if she was tryin' to stop 'em, or summat?

She got in the way. I dunno.

- Or maybe it's her car.

They held her up, used her for the robbery, killed her.

- It's a blue Victor, Rachel.

That's not really a lady's car, is it?

What, the blue bit

or the Victor bit?

- Didn't it occur to you that she might've been one of 'em?

My point being is, Rachel, would you drive a Vauxhall Victor?

No, but I'd reverse one over you.

She did. - Did what?

Drive one of these. She was the getaway driver.

What?

There's a bloody great hole in the back of the seat.

Why would they kill her?

They didn't.

The doorman did.

I've never seen a wound like that, sir.

- That's a dum-dum for you.

Bullet flattens on impact.

- Where would you get them from?

Easy enough to make.

- And why would you use them?

Bigger bang, innit?

If you're going to rob a bank, you might take a gun,

you might even take the scariest gun you can find,

but if you load it with dum-dums,

you really want to hurt somebody.

Let me out on police bail!

You should be givin' me a great big bloody reward!

That's what you should be doin'. Yeah!

Oh, there he is!

I'm gonna have you.

I'm a hero!

I tried to stop them!

We just found the getaway car, Mr. Grayson.

Two back tires blown out.

Oh, so it's mine, then, is it, the reward, ah?

I stopped that car. Oh!

- You stopped it all right. You killed the driver.

Good. The bastard would've killed me.

- She was a teenaged girl.

Now, what kind of reward would you think was appropriate?

Put him back in the cells.

Oh, come on, man, it's Christmas!

Lockin' me up for doin' my job. Do you think this is right?

- Red diamond.

Maybe she liked cards.

- No, it's not that kind of diamond, John.

Interesting haircut.

She's trying to look like a bloke.

Passerby IDed her as a man.

A hat would do that.

She's a bootboy.

She's one of them skinheads.

What's that, a fashion statement?

No. It's one of them, innit?

It's a bollocks-to-you statement, that.

I've seen them at the football, sir.

They all wear these boots, right?

And they wear braces, and that, and they cut their hair short

and they call themselves skinheads.

And they're nothing but trouble, sir.

She's a bootboy.

What do you want?

Hairy.

Go on, get out.

Excuse me.

What do you want, hairy? - Listen, I'm tryin'...

I'm just lookin' for me sister.

Bit worried about her. We haven't seen her in weeks.

What's her name?

Her name's Virginia.

Virginia Hoar.

H-o-a-r.

That's a funny name, isn't it?

She's probably callin' herself something different now,

for obvious reasons.

Well, she's about your age, maybe a bit shorter, brown hair.

She's got a diamond tattoo here,

on her wrist.

It's quite recent.

Is that a skinhead thing, that?

No?

Anyway, she's a good girl, really.

She's just gone a bit wild and me mam, her nerves are shot.

She's worried sick.

She calls herself Lexie, Lexie Dodds.

You do know her.

I worked with her a while back. - Here?

No. A club.

Made this place look like the Ritz.

Last I heard,

Lexie was hangin' round with some scary bugger

round Raven Street flats.

Wouldn't want my sister there.

Right.

Found her. She's on the Council register.

- Oh, Alexandra Dodds was taken into care in '63,

Allinson House, and she left last year.

Allinson House. That's Carlton Street, yeah?

Yeah. I'll meet you there. - No no no no.

You get on down to Raven Street, show them the photograph,

ask them about the skins. I'll see you later.

Right.

Raven Street. Great.

In these shoes.

Mr. Ellison.

I'm DCI Gently.

Very nice of you to see me. Thank you.

- Gentlemen.

This way, please. - Thank you.

Lexie's father died six years ago.

That's when she came to Allinson House.

- What about her mother?

Her mother, Ruby, walked out on them when Lexie was little.

She has a tattoo of a ruby on her wrist.

I don't know what you think she's done,

but she's all right, that girl.

- But she is a skinhead, yeah?

Oh, they're not all a bad crowd.

- What's their thing?

They were born into slavery.

That's how they see it.

Working class with no work,

oppressed by the black and the blue:

the priests and the police.

That's how come she got along

with an old squeezebox like me.

- What did you talk about?

Music, mostly.

She still comes round sometimes.

I grew up on the stuff the skins

are listening to now: soul, rock-steady, ska.

The sounds of liberation.

I'm afraid I have some bad news for you, Mr. Ellison.

I'm sorry to tell you, but Lexie is dead.

Is...

Is that Lexie?

Yes, it is.

What happened to her, an accident?

- Something like that.

Do you mind if I ask you some questions?

Thank you. - Take a seat.

Who were her friends here?

- She found it hard to trust people, I think.

There wasn't really anyone else.

She left her stuff here?

Yeah.

May I?

- Yeah.

I kind of got the feeling she wasn't really anywhere, yet.

Lost, you know.

She find the skinheads, or did they find her?

- She was hopin' to go to college.

She wasn't findin' much work.

She did some shifts at some nightclubs.

There was one,

the Long something. - Long Shed?

You know the place? - I knew it. Jazz club.

The world turns, huh?

These skins do music nights down there.

I went along once.

Didn't like it.

Who's that?

That's Ruby, her mother.

- Who's that?

Burdon.

Was he there, the Long Shed?

Yeah, he was there.

King of the place.

I had a feeling he had his claws in her.

You didn't like him?

He didn't strike me as a lad who cared about the liberation

of an oppressed people.

20 years,

I work in Scottswood, and never scared of any man,

but I did not know what

to make of this one, sir.

- Jonjo Burdon, 25. No fixed abode.

Did a six-month stretch three year back.

- Was it guns?

No, it was drugs.

- I thought that was hippies, not skinheads.

No no no, no, it wasn't weed.

Look. Dexamyl.

Some form of amphetamine.

- Using or selling?

Both, I think.

Raven Street CID says that he's behind most of the gang fights,

though he never gets his hands dirty.

They say he keeps a pack around him.

Do you think he's a contender?

Hey, hang on, hang on.

Are you just going to walk in there and ask for Burdon?

Yeah. - He might not be in there.

Do we even have a plan?

Same as always, John: do what I do.

Look, let's just wait for the Black Marias, right?

They'll be five minutes.

What's the matter, John? Don't you think I'm up to it?

I think it'll be wise to wait.

- Yeah.

Sake.

Lookin' for Jonjo Burdon. - Huh?

Yeah, that's right, I'm on the guest list.

Oi. - Right! Leave it.

Bovver boots, slaphead,

your grandad's braces, and a choirboy shirt.

Hmm... No, I give up.

What have you come as?

- Hey!

So this is it, is it,

your nearest and dearest?

How did little Lexie fit in?

There was no need for that, Officer.

We're happy to help ya with your inquiries.

All right, lads!

We're goin' for a little trip.

- Go on!

Right, come on.

Out you get.

All right. All right.

Come on. - Get off.

Hands out of your pockets.

Are you getting that?

Stand up straight.

Right, turn left.

Ah, we've got a comedian here, Taylor.

Shite.

- All right, don't cry. It'll be all right.

You should've let him bleed.

This is exactly what he wants.

He's enjoying this. Look at him.

- He's been yanking your chain, hasn't he?

What'd you get out of him?

- An official complaint for police brutality

and that thing on his head, that's his evidence.

Right,

Ravenhill CID, they've been through the entire estate,

all known houses and addresses and dosses,

and so on and so forth.

They've even had the Long Shed upside down.

There's nothing. There's no guns, there's no money,

there's no gas masks, or anything.

I was hoping they'd find some pills or drugs, or summat,

but there's nothing. It's clean.

It's like they knew we were comin'.

- Alibis check out?

Of course they do.

It's toerags vouching for other toerags, innit?

- Lexie?

He claims he doesn't know her.

He says "A lot of silly little girls come into my club."

That's what he says.

What about the others?

- They're either scared of him or in love with him.

Or both.

Well, what is it? What have we got, huh?

Dead getaway driver, that's about it.

- Scarface. What's his name?

Milner.

He's ex-Royal-Marines, served in Aden.

The other two

are borstal graduates, right hard bargains.

They're perfect for him.

- Yeah, but Sten guns and bank robberies, and that?

Are they up to that?

- I honestly don't know, John.

I want to look him in the eye.

- Right.

Oi!

Oi!

It's the guilty ones, sir, that pretend to sleep.

It's because they know

that they're going to need their energy.

- I never seem to have a problem finding my energy.

Well, that'll be

because of the Dexamyls. Am I right?

Right, then, come on.

Sten guns.

Every thug has a gun, these days.

I don't care for them, myself.

You shared a cell with a Frank Butler at Low Newton.

Am I right?

Poor Frank.

Nice fella.

- For an armed robber.

Hanged himself.

Maybes.

- Come on.

All your little friends, all here,

they've told us everything.

The Sten guns, the getaway car,

little Lexie.

So come on.

How do you want to play this?

Right. Stop that, you little bastard,

otherwise, I'll give ya another dent in the head.

How about that?

Oi, oi,

oi, oi. Oi oi oi.

Oi, oi, oi.

Oi-i-i-i-i-i-i!

Yeah-eah-eah!

Ahhhhh!

- You hear that?

Oooooh! Ha ha ha ha!

He's laughin' at us.

He doesn't care about the money.

- It's not about the money.

It's about risk, thrill.

He's got the jump on us, John. We got nothing.

- Sir.

One sec. What are we doin'?

Release him. Follow him, every step of the way.

- Guv, no, no. We haven't got the manpower.

It's in Newcastle. It's not our patch.

- Well, we'll get Raven Street CID on it, every available man.

That bastard's going to slip up, sooner or later. What?

- All right.

McDonald lad's here. He wants to talk to ya.

I heard about that girl,

the one who died.

If I'd have got the gun off of him...

- No, no. It's not your fault.

You didn't bring a Sten gun into the bank.

You didn't kill her.

- It is my fault.

I could've...

No. What could you have done, against six men, ah?

Do you know who did it?

Yes, I think I do know who did it,

but I can't prove it.

- If I identified them?

No. You said you didn't see them.

You can't lie, even to say something good.

- I know.

You okay?

Guv.

Oi-oi!

Ohhhhhhh! Eh.

You're letting them go?

Happy Christmas.

Happy Christmas!

God, I wanted to nut that smug bastard.

Why don't we put him in a lineup, sir?

See if Kit picks him out.

- He saw them here.

Any lawyer would laugh us out of court.

Thanks.

It's all changin', isn't it?

It's gettin' to the point, now,

where I don't even understand the crime.

Well, the people of my generation thought

just keep your nose clean, work hard.

Young people, nowadays, they know that's a lie.

These toerags, John.

What if they're the future, eh?

What then?

Yeah?

Edith.

Who did this to you, Kit?

Was it the lads you saw at the police station?

I don't know.

Their faces were covered.

Where were you?

I told you to stay out of town.

Were you meeting your girl?

What girl?

I'll get it.

I was getting me mam's prescription, and, um,

they just came at me.

One of them pushed me down and then they started kicking me.

- George, it's for you. - All right.

Hello.

They've lost Burdon.

Raven Street followed him as far as Neville Street,

and then, they lost him at the train station.

He must've doubled back.

He won't go to the hospital.

I'll get a patrol car to check, every now and again.

Keep him at home.

What's this about, George?

What's he done?

- He hasn't done anything wrong.

- Is it something to do with this?

They say his grades are bad, he's been skipping classes.

Kicked him out of the Cadets.

They're taking his scholarship away?

They might just as well expel him.

I think he's being bullied, but he won't say anything.

He just doesn't fit in.

A boy needs a dad, George.

And, if he doesn't get one,

he finds his own,

good ones, bad ones.

You were one of the good ones.

I want to help now, Edith.

It's not too late, is it?

I mean,

I feel like everything's speedin' past me

and I can't catch up.

You should've had kids of your own.

We weren't that fortunate.

And then...

Kit is important to me.

His future

is important to me.

Guv...

What's the point? What is the point?

You've already made your mind up, haven't ya?

- I'm still waitin' for a rational objection.

She's a girl!

And she's not even a proper detective, man!

No, but she's up to it.

Ah, I don't know.

- Look, Burdon's a narcissist:

he loves havin' his own reflection look back at him,

so let's give him the attention he wants

and he might just open up.

- A short-skirted piece of attention?

Yeah.

All right, all right.

All right.

Well, if we're going to have female coppers,

then we might as well use them for what they're good for.

Morning.

Morning.

Rachel, weren't you saying, the other day,

that long hair is difficult to manage and maintain?

No.

Ah.

Chief Inspector's got summat he'd like to tell you.

Well, actually, I can tell you both at the same time.

This isn't effective until the New Year, but,

as of January the 1st,

you're not going to be a WPC anymore.

Congratulations, Detective Sergeant.

Congratulations, pet. - Unh-unh.

Detective Sergeant.

Now, are you going to give her the bad news?

Hello, mate. I don't think we've met.

Shut up. Aye, funny.

- Hoo hoo hoo!

Aye, you can laugh, but it's me mam

you'll have to answer to.

Understand, Rachel,

if you start to feel threatened, in any way...

Any way at all... you get out.

But I think you're ready.

You're going to have to be, now, aren't you?

- When this is over, Mr. Gently,

you're payin' for Vidal Sassoon.

- It's a deal.

Oh, my goodness.

Excuse me.

Beer, please.

- There you go.

What are you drinkin'? - I'm all right, thanks.

You sure? - I've got one, thanks.

She'll be fine.

Say it, John.

- She'll be fine.

Those pills?

- I haven't got any.

All right, man.

Can I have a beer, please?

- Come on, little dance.

Come on, little dance for us. Come on!

- I'm all right, thanks.

Beer, please, mate. Cheers. - Get out me face, man.

One dance. - Can you get your hands off me.

One dance. - Can you get your hands off me!

Hey-hey!

That's right, piss off.

Right dive, isn't it?

So you're too classy for this place, then?

Nah. Why do you come here, then?

It's my dive.

What's your excuse?

I heard the music was good.

I heard wrong.

That's 'cause you don't know how to listen to it.

Sound of the oppressed people.

What, you're black, now, are ya?

I'm oppressed.

I live in a ghetto and the police like to batter us.

May as well be livin' in Kingston Town.

At least I wouldn't be freezin' my arse off.

Deep. Dope.

Oi!

Where do you think you're goin'?

We haven't finished our debate yet.

Where do you work?

You're a shopgirl.

Nah. Teacher.

You have that look.

- What look?

Naïve hope.

Still think ya can better yourself.

Lux beauty soap and desperate dreams.

- Aye, well, it's better than stale fags and the dole.

Who's on the dole, eh?!

Do you want to go somewhere?

- Aye. What, back to yours, eh?

You think you're so irresistible, don't ya?

Them little tweety-birds in there must just

swoon off their perches whenever you whistle.

Ha ha ha.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow night.

Okay, you win.

Broad daylight.

Raven Street.

Be there, or I'll find ya.

Tomorrow, Raven Street flats.

Lunchtime. I'm meetin' him tomorrow.

Good girl.

Anything looks beautiful,

if you're lookin' down from high enough.

From space, Newcastle looks like

the Hangin' Gardens of Bloody Babylon.

Buy your way out. It's the only way.

Some class warrior you are.

Class warrior?

I'm no poxy Trotskyite!

- What are you, then, skin forever?

Screw that.

Most skins are just young kids,

lookin' for the next big thing.

I'm the end of the story.

Purple hearts.

So that's how you make your money.

Them kids were poppin' them like sweeties in the club.

That's just me paper round.

'Cause they make the hair stand up.

What hair?

I think you're all talk.

Show us.

Show us what you're into.

Life without a safety net.

Don't, man!

- You said you wanted us to show you.

Stop it.

Slimy toad.

Who do you think you are,

me Uncle Bernie?

Why are you

in such a hurry?

It's later than you think, girl.

They're like a pack of dogs, man.

- My dogs.

There you go.

So, your dad died in Burma?

A month before the war ended.

So are you feelin' sorry for us?

Poor little Jonjo.

Spell in borstal sorted us out.

Wait here.

I was just...

Lessons in loyalty.

Sugar? - Nah.

It's his half-brother. I've checked him out.

Stewart Murdoch, 25, occasional delivery driver,

no record.

Well, they are going to need another getaway driver,

aren't they?

They close, him and his brother?

They are fighting about something.

They're goin' to the football together tomorrow.

Yeah. Taylor's tryin' to get tickets for that.

Crime doesn't pay.

Gets you Stubbies at the Gallowgate End.

You all right, Rachel?

Sir, I dunno.

It's like he came out wrong.

Like a sheep with two heads?

What are we doing, guv?

- I think we'll follow the brother.

Guv, why don't we just stop him, talk to him?

- No, I said we're just going to follow him.

Well, it's been scintillating stuff so far, hasn't it, eh?

The Rotary Club, the Empress,

linens for the Great Northern.

No gunsmiths so far.

- Hold on.

Well now. - Yeah, all right.

Wait 'til he's gone,

then do some more diggin' at the bank, John.

- Right.

You look a bit like Sandie Shaw.

Right, then, sir.

Stewart delivers clean shirts to the bank manager

of the Derwent every week, right?

But he also delivers to one other bank:

Tyne & Wear.

The one that was robbed?

Yes, the one that was robbed. Now, I got chattin'

to the bank manager's secretary, and she said

that she's called the laundry

to complain about Stewart 'cause he was loiterin'

around the bank, supposedly chattin' up all the cashiers.

Casin' the joint out for Jonjo. - That's it.

Aye, so Stewart's not the driver; he's reconnaissance.

Yep. They're going to hit the Derwent.

- It's just when, isn't it?

Well, I can find out for ya. - Hmm.

Well, I can't exactly go and have tea with my mam, can I?

Not 'til this mess grows out.

- That's true.

How's your big brother?

What? Oh, yeah, he's okay, mostly.

When he behaves.

I'm busy.

Does it not bother ya, all the aggro?

I heard the other lot carry guns.

The hairies?

Nah, they're too busy, smoking dope, to cause aggro.

But the guns, though!

Do youse carry guns?

Your problem is you ask all the wrong questions.

Well, what's the right questions?

"Heads or tails?"

- So nothing matters?

Guns matter.

Stick one in someone's face

and watch 'em find out who they are.

Here. Get us some drinks.

Four beers. I'll be back in a minute.

Why's that?

You're not as daft as you look, are ya?

Pretty little thing.

Nice work. Go on, now, piss off, will ya?

You're his latest.

- I'm no one's latest. We're friends, that's all.

Sorry. My brother doesn't have friends.

He always gets what he wants.

We'll see about that.

You either give him something he wants

or something even sweeter.

It's a shame. You seem nice.

Thanks. - That's not what I meant.

He'll use ya; that's what he does.

- Sorry about that.

You will be.

I'll make it up to ya.

You're takin' us to the football?

Nah, I'm busy. It's a gift. Take a friend.

Summat's come up.

Tomorrow, the Derwent Bank, then?

Bloody hell.

- Aye. Jonjo gave up his tickets,

changed his plans, as soon as he met Stewart.

- It's going to be busy.

We have to assume they'll be armed.

- Let's just pull them in, now, the whole lot.

Him, his brother, the whole gang, right?

Just pull them in before they even get a chance.

We know it's them. We can use the drugs.

- Sir, he did admit to sellin' the purple hearts.

I don't care! I want to know about guns.

Gun. One gun. And even then, it might've been a lucky find.

- Well, we've got to catch them

with their hands on the money, on a gun.

What, you're going to let them do it?

No, I'm not. We're going to be there to stop them.

- This is nuts.

Wait wait wait wait. Close your eyes.

- What you doin'?

Just close your eyes. Don't come in yet.

All right, you can come in, but just keep your eyes closed.

'Cause it's Christmas.

- Christmas was last week.

No, I was in London last week.

- Ow.

This is our Christmas.

Now.

This is what you wanted, isn't it?

Just you and me.

So, how was work?

- Ah, you know.

Hmm? You want to talk about it?

Walter never wants to talk about work.

- Well, we're just... pbbt.

We're fixin' to do something tomorrow

and I don't think it's a good idea,

but the boss is... He's...

- Well, you trust him. You know that.

I did.

But he's ill and... I dunno.

- You're an inspector now.

What does that mean?

It means it's time you were your own man.

- Oh, Is this it, Gem?

Your life down there and away-days with me.

- No no, come on, let's eat.

You can get your present after.

I don't have to go until tomorrow, lunchtime.

- Right.

What?

- I don't want this.

Sorry, they ran out of turkey; it's chicken.

I don't mean the food, Gem. It's just...

This is not enough,

once a month.

Once a fortnight maybes, if we're lucky.

Look, I'm not a woman.

I'm not just a bit on the side.

I'm more than that.

Well, I mean, I think this is something.

It's a lot, to me.

No, it's not real life, Gem, and that's what I want.

I want that with you

and the kids, and, maybe one day,

have some of our own. I want everything.

Oh, so it's just girls

who have to make do with being on the side?

Leave him!

You've got reason to, Gem. I know you don't love him.

Oh, do ya?

You talk about real life. This is it!

Nobody gets it all.

It's bits and pieces, if you're lucky.

That's enough for you, is it?

It's just how it is, John.

Go and find some slip of a thing,

just out of school, if you're lookin' for hope and glory,

and watch them drain from her

when she finds out what men are.

I'm not like that.

I would never hurt you. You know that.

Are you saying you don't love us, Gem?

Here, now, this is what I've got to offer ya.

If anyone ever had a chance, you know it was us.

A girl only gets one chance.

Which one are you, Butch or Sundance?

- Look. I don't know about you, sir,

but I'm going to be ready for them, all right?

- What's wrong, John?

There's another magazine there, sir,

if you fancy having a pop. Pop.

- John. What's wrong?

She's gone, all right? She's gone to London, to him.

- I'm really sorry, John.

Are ya? - Yeah.

Really? Well, you don't have anybody, sir.

In fact, you don't even need anyone,

so don't pretend you understand, all right?

Now, come on.

Let us see what you got.

- Ha.

Come on. What are you scared of?

Is it the shakes?

Is that it?

Is it your nerves, sir, ah?

Is this about the bank job? Are you worried about that?

Because that's good. You should be.

No, I'm worried about you.

I don't think you're up to it.

I don't have to prove myself to you, John.

No, I'm exactly the person you need to prove yourself to.

Thank you.

You've all got your cards, haven't ya?

- Yeah. - Cards, lads.

Check. Serial number. - Thank you.

Gun, magazine, full box.

- Thank you very much. Webleys for these boys, please.

Check. Check.

Sign, please.

Ammunition.

Morning, John.

Yeah.

Make no mistake: today will be a success

if nobody fires a shot, all right?

All right? - Sir, yes, sir.

Let's go.

There you go.

Guv, all the money's been taken to a safe place

and all the cashiers have been sent home.

Right. Well, all my men are behind the cashiers' desks.

I will be in the bank at all times.

Little stiffener, lads?

- Ahem. - All right?

Something's wrong.

It should've happened by now.

- Well, look, there's another half an hour, yet, isn't there?

They'd be cutting it fine. They close at 3:00.

Oi. Pull it together.

Sorry, sir.

Nothing to worry about, there, madam.

Just a little bit of... staff training, that's all.

If you'd like to follow me.

Your money is always safe at the Derwent.

Agggh! - Aaaaah!

Aaaaaaah! - Drop it!

Shut up!

Shut your mouth! Get in there, now!

Right, everyone on the ground, right now!

Aah!

Right! You! Fill these bags.

And don't you be thinkin'

about puttin' any of those bait packs in.

We've done this before.

Where's that comin' from?!

Who's done that?!

Turn it off, now!

You! Turn it off!

I said, turn it off, now!

This is what happens!

Aah-aah! - Aaaaaaah!

Damn it!

I said, turn it off!

Here!

Fill those bags, now!

I think they must've called it off.

No, look. I say we sit tight. 'Cause you never know.

They might even hit the bank when it's closin', sir.

- Nah. They were on to us.

They must've seen the mobile units.

- You don't know that, sir.

We're wastin' our time, John. What are we thinking?

That Burdon beat up Stewart

because Stewart didn't want to hit this place,

because he was afraid it would lead back to him.

- Sir, reported gunshots at Haymarket.

That's on Stewart's route.

We're in the wrong bloody bank.

Move it! Come on!

Right, Northumbria Bank, right. Left onto Ward Street.

It's in Haymarket. Left here, sir.

Oh, look at this!

Shit, shit!

- It's the bloody match, isn't it?

This is why they've done it today.

It's gridlocked.

Right, lads. We're on foot. Quick. Come on!

C'mon, man!

Armed police! Stay down!

- They've gone!

Help!

Help! Can I have some help here, please!

- United! - United!

United!

United!

United!

United!

United!

United!

United!

United!

United!

United!

United!

United!

United!

United!

United!

United!

United! - I'll get the police

at St. James's Park to have a look.

United!

Newcastle got their descriptions?

Yeah. Yeah. And the brother.

I've got panda cars going out to Burdon's home

and Retford's Laundry.

How's the lad who was shot?

He'll be all right.

48,000 quid gone.

Three Sten guns.

It's a good job we didn't come in on them.

It would've been a bloodbath.

Why'd they dump them?

So he could get away, unnoticed? I dunno.

Because he can.

He's got as many of these guns as he wants, it seems.

Well, now, he can tool the barrels

and make his own firing pins, he has.

A gun factory.

♪ Oi, oi, oi, oi! ♪

♪ Oi, oi, oi, oi! ♪

♪ Oi, oi, oi, oi! ♪ - Have you seen Jonjo?

Nah. His brother phoned earlier,

told me to buy you a drink.

♪ Oi, oi, oi, oi! ♪ - Hey, man.

Get out of me way.

♪ Oi, oi, oi, oi! ♪

Hello, Rachel.

It's me, Jonjo.

I got out, like I said.

Mam?

Just a bit quicker than I'd planned.

Mam?

- Is that you, pet? I'll come down.

No no, Mam. It's all right. I'll be up in a minute.

I would've loved to have taken you with us,

seen your face, now I know who you really are,

now I know where you live.

Hello. I-Is DCI Gently back yet?

Yeah, no, it's Rachel Coles. Aye, aye.

Can you get him to give us a call as soon as he gets back?

Yeah, no, he knows where I am.

Stewart?

You in there?

Come out, Stewart.

I know you must be frightened. I would be.

I can protect you.

Dead.

No, nothing.

His own blood, though.

That's 24-carat psychopath, innit?

I reckon

he had a little thing for you.

For me?

Yeah, I think it takes a lot for someone

to deliver their dirty laundry at your doorstep.

And, in that interview,

he barely looked at me then, when you came in,

he just wanted to impress ya.

All that shoutin' and "Oi, oi, oi," all that.

Is she okay? - She'll be all right.

I've called round every nick from Aberdeen to Truro.

There's no sign of him.

Well, find the guns. We'll find Burdon.

That's one relationship he won't give up on.

- And these are all of the confirmed

firearms incidents over the last three years.

No Sten gun.

What about the unconfirmed ones?

I reported this six month back.

And did the police attend?

Did they? Hell. Said it was poachers.

Rapid-fire? That's not shotguns.

- No.

Don't I know you?

- I don't think so.

Rachel.

- I want to search the whole area again,

the local gun clubs, the Army base at Herrington.

He's picking up these decommissioned weapons

from somewhere. - Guv, it's New Year's Eve, man.

We're stretched to breaking.

- We'll get the Territorials to help.

I'll tell you what we'll do: we'll get the groundkeeper in.

Yeah, that's funny. - How about that, eh?

He took a bit of a shine to Rachel, eh? "Do I know you,

pet, from somewhere?" We can get him in.

I'm sure he'll come in.

What's going on out there? - Oh, it's a big'un, isn't it?

Think New Year's Eve times 10.

There's a message from the Met there.

They've picked up a fella in London,

just bought five recommissioned Sten guns.

Well, it's not just our problem now, then, is it?

Right, he claims he did a deal in a pub with a Geordie lad,

told him there were plenty more guns where these came from,

finest Northumberland craftsmanship.

It's him. He's gone.

You on tonight? - No.

Shame. Could've been your lucky night.

- Constable!

Hey, you should lose the wig.

A lot of blokes love a slaphead. - Aye, well, I'm sure they do.

It's just, I don't like those kind of blokes.

What's your plan?

What, for the 1970s?

- No, tonight.

You've got to plan your celebrations out,

otherwise, you'll peak too early, like that lot.

Aye, well, that lot think it's the end of the world.

I certainly intend on reaching oblivion tonight.

Aye, well, the world's just beginning for me.

I'm a detective sergeant in the Northumberland Police Force.

I mean, 10 years ago, a girl like me

would've been making tea. That's progress, isn't it?

Women sergeants.

It'll be jetpacks and robot dogs, next.

You comin'? Come on.

Eh?

Glass of warm Asti Spumante, eh?

Droppin' the lips on a lass at midnight.

Sounds a bit ritzy for me.

All right.

Anyway, I got some thinking to do.

- Yeah, I know.

What?

I know, guv.

And what do you think you know?

Doesn't matter.

I just thought,

for once, maybe this decade, we could've had

a proper conversation.

Let's have a conversation now. What are we going to talk about?

Um... I know.

Let's talk about your love life.

Guv, I know that you're sick!

I'm sick of this place.

You'll be...

You'll be thinkin' of retiring, won't ya?

Not being able to trust your judgment.

Not that I understood your judgment, anyway.

Sod off, John!

Now we're havin' a conversation.

Here we are. Come on.

What is it?

Parkinson's, that's my guess. 'Cause that's my guess

in the sweepstake that we've been havin'.

Steady as a rock.

Oh, it's gone, has it? Oh, good.

Well, in that case, I'll sleep well.

Oh, good.

I think you've forgotten how to tell the truth.

In fact, I don't even think you know what it is anymore.

It's not Parkinson's! It's MS.

Multiple sclerosis.

It affects the central nervous system.

Right.

Well, you can treat that.

Can't ya? Surely. I mean, these days.

No. There's no cure.

Good news is, though, I haven't had any symptoms for a while.

I could be symptom-free for years.

On the other hand...

- Am I foolin' myself? - Eh, no.

No, no, you've got to stay positive.

Hey, come on. Come out with us.

Come out, have one, and then you can go.

No, sod that. Stay out, get bladdered, man.

I'll think about it.

All right?

Get me a radio.

John, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up.

Go ahead.

How far have you got, John?

Not far.

Guv.

What did the gamekeeper say to Rachel again,

that she looked familiar?

- He thought he knew her.

He was just flirtin' with her, the randy old bugger.

- What if he was confusing her with Lexie?

What if Lexie was there when they were testin' the Sten guns?

So you think she's the link to the source?

All right, John?! - Go back to the gamekeeper.

See if this photo jogs his memory.

Aw, guv, man. I want to be... - John.

John, it'll only take half an hour.

And, if you can't get me on the radio,

then call me at Allinson House; that's where I'll be.

- All right.

What are you looking for?

- Don't really know, to tell you the truth.

Hello.

Inspector.

- Thank you.

Hello.

Right, sir. I've just come back

from the gamekeeper now, and you were right.

He recognizes Lexie from the photograph.

He reckons she was loiterin' round the grounds

this last summer, with another lad.

Was it Burdon? - Well, that's just it, sir.

He swears blind

that he's never seen Burdon before.

Oh, my God.

In Trafalgar Square,

the temperature was below freezing.

Not out, celebrating?

I'm sorry.

Mam never said.

Were we expecting you?

No, it's a spur of the moment thing.

Did you buy her that?

Out of your savings account.

All she does is sit in.

At least, now, she can do it in color.

Come and talk to me, Kit.

You know that old tradition they've got up here, first foot?

First one through the door on New Year's Eve after midnight

either brings you good fortune

or bad portent.

Start of a new decade.

You want to be careful who comes through your threshold.

Ten years of bad luck? You don't want that, mate.

You've just got to be better than the past.

Cheers to that.

Actually, I only came back to check on Mam.

I'm actually goin' for a drink with some friends

in the village, so.

Yeah, you're a good lad, Kit. Don't let me keep you.

That girl of yours, she was daft to let you go.

- She died.

She was never really me girlfriend.

We knew each other when we were little.

- Yeah, I know.

I heard you were fostered for a few months.

Didn't know they put you in a home.

Lexie looked after me.

She was the only one.

She kept in touch.

I thought she was...

We were...

But she was seeing another boy.

Not a boy. He was...

Jonjo Burdon. I know.

And you haven't got a savings account

at the Tyne & Wear, 'cause I checked.

I wish I'd checked earlier.

You knew they were going to hit that bank, didn't you?

That's why you were there.

I heard Lexie talkin' about it.

I thought I could stop her, but...

Then he came in.

It's my fault she's dead.

I...

You know, don't ya?

But I need to hear it from you.

I read about it in the library at school.

- Do those posh gits have any idea what they're teaching you?

Aye, a little knowledge: dangerous thing.

You wait.

This thing's crazy.

Have they not missed it?

They've got dozens of them.

The cadets use them to march up and down the playground,

playing soldiers.

No idea they can make them work again.

- Posh bastards.

Really?

What are you going to do with it?

Nothing. It's just a bit of fun.

You should see what it does on the automatic setting.

Do you want to go again?

I told you, Jonjo: Kit's the best.

She did, ya know.

Always goin' on about her little mate with the big brain.

Always talkin' about Kit.

Always goin' on about Kit,

even when we're...

you know.

So...

So you really did this by yourself?

- It's not difficult.

I found a diagram of the firing pin,

milled it meself, and then, I unplugged the barrel.

- So you could do more?

You could earn yourself some money, little big man.

Girls like money.

I was at Allinson House, too.

Right dosshouse, isn't it?

They treat you like you're nowt, nobody.

But I can tell, Kit, just by lookin' at ya,

you're not nobody.

Are ya, Kit?

Whoo! Yeah-eah! Whoo!

Whoo!

So how many has he got now?

All of them.

50-odd.

They broke into the school.

Nobody'll notice, 'til term starts.

I came to tell ya.

That morning I heard Lexie had died.

But he was there.

He saw me.

And you were lettin' him go.

You recommissioned 50 Sten guns for him?

- No.

I only did the first one.

He said he had some bloke down the docks

with a machine shop; he'd do the rest for him.

So I showed him how to do it.

- Ohhh.

He said he'd kill me mam.

He said he'd kill you.

I know where he is.

In London? You know where he's staying?

He's not in London.

You know the Raven Street estate?

Yeah. - The towers.

All units. All units.

Armed officers to Raven Street Estate,

Churchill Tower. Please acknowledge.

Roger that, sir.

Sorry, Mam.

You get rid of him?

Food.

Who was the food for?

You know, you did say you had somebody else

to do the guns, once.

You said you'd leave

me and me mam alone, once I'd shown you how to do them.

You're a craftsman, Kit.

There's not many is about anymore.

His one jammed and yours never did.

I deserve the best, don't I?

Go on. Get on with it.

I can't do it.

What don't you understand, eh?

I said get those guns done.

No.

Do it!

It seems that the New Year is the time for the young

and that the '70s will be their era.

I said do it.

Go on!

No.

Oi! Leave him alone.

And why would I do that?

I'm here now.

You think I'm not serious?

Oh, I know you're serious.

- So, what, you've got the place surrounded, eh?

20 pigs lurkin' in the hedgerow?

No no no. It's just me and you, mate.

But I'm different from them

'cause I've got nothing to lose.

Don't.

- Come on.

Let him go. It's not his fault.

It's nobody's fault! Don't you get it?!

It's the future

and there's no place for little kids or old men!

♪ Should auld acquaintance ♪

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!

Come on, come on, come on.

Aaaaaaah!

I hadn't finished the barrel.

- Ohhh!

I can't see!

Aah-aah-aah-aah!

I cannae see!

Just an ambulance, Kit.

Edith.

- George.

Time to go to bed.

I fell asleep.

Where's Kit?

- I'm taking care of him.

Happy New Year.

It's your boss.

Hello.

John, I'm at the McDonald house.

I need you here, now.

Guv, please, tell me that you're jokin'.

I wish I was.

John, come alone.

All right. All right.

You all right?

- Is Burdon going to be okay?

Well, he'll be well enough to stand trial.

Don't think he's going to regain his sight, though.

I hadn't finished the barrel.

Never meant to hurt anyone.

- Hey, come on, eh?

What are you cryin' for?

I'm not cryin'.

I just want to put it right.

But I can't, now.

No one can.

Guv.

We need to call this in.

I know what you're thinkin'.

I'm not sendin' him to prison, John. I'm not.

Can't.

We can sort this out.

He's only linked to the one gun.

The others were tooled by some bloke in the docks.

We'll go after him. - Guv.

He's just a silly kid who fell in love.

Guv, you're preachin' to the converted, here, but...

Right.

Do whatever it is you need to do

and then we'll call it in.

You sure about this, John? - Yeah, course.

Just do it quickly, please.

Done. Kid's name's nowhere near the charge sheet.

- Thank you.

How did you know the gun wouldn't work, sir?

I didn't.

There's talk about you takin' your pension.

Had enough?

- I shall need your help, if I'm going to keep on doin' this job.

"If"?

- I need to do this job.

You're not goin' anywhere, then?

No one else would have ya.