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Warm, warm, warm, warm.

Warmer, warmer, warmer, warmer.

Hot!

- Hello. - I need to talk to somebody.

Of course. Would you like to talk to me?

No offence, but no.

But that's a bus pass!

Alan?

You can't go in there!

You've seen my pass,

unlimited travel, any place, any time!

Carry on.

Where is he?

Unless you leave right now, I'm going to call the police.

Sweetheart, I am the sodding police!

At least I was, until Alan bloody wearing helped to get me kicked out!

You wanna be more careful who you accept as volunteers. The man's...

- I can call an ambulance for you... - In here.

But I'm gonna need your address. Yes, I've got a pen.

Hello, Alan.

Remember me?

♪ It's all right. It's ok

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

♪ it's all right. I say, it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right. Doing fine

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

♪ it's all right. I say, it's ok

♪ we're getting to the end of the day

♪ hi tech, low tech take your pick

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

♪ I don't care what anybody says

♪ at the end of the day... ♪

so, when you say he cut him off mid-sentence...

I mean, he entered the room where the man was on the phone

to some poor sod who was about to top himself

and cut the line to get his full attention.

Clark, do the honours,

while Stan, Ollie and rain man gather round

and try and remember what it was like to be in the police.

26-year-old wpc Kate Daniels, 15th October 1987.

Silenced bullet to the back of the head blew half her face

and most of her brain into the surrounding grass on primrose hill.

-No direct witnesses to the shooting.

No evidence left at the scene. No motive established.

It had all the hallmarks of a professional hit. What's that noise?

- Blood sugar. - What?

- Blood sugar. - Oh, give us one.

Oh, I'm sorry.

The brutal slaying of one of our own not absorbing enough for you?

Why don't you pass round the sweets

and I'll try to make Kate Daniels' death more entertaining for us all?

Sorry.

You say there were no direct witnesses. Do we infer that somebody at least saw something?

A six-year-old girl called Patricia Lee said that she saw a man running away from the scene,

so we'll interview her again.

Murder weapon?

Which brings us as to why this case has been re-activated. Clark.

The murder took place on the Eve of the great storm of '87.

Woke Mary straight away. I slept right through it.

Me too.

I said to her, "why didn't you wake me?"

She said I looked too peaceful to disturb.

Clark!

Much of the integrity of the crime scene was lost in the hurricane,

so the case more or less hung on finding the murder weapon.

When it wasn't found, the trail ran cold.

However, six weeks ago, the underwater search team,

looking for a missing person in a lake in Hertfordshire,

discovered a cache of small arms,

wrapped in plastic, stuffed inside a bin liner.

Clarky, please, spare us the carefully paced build-up.

They found the gun, right?

The carefully build-up has been carefully paced

to maximise retention of all relevant details. Problem?

- No, no, I haven't got a problem. - I want this woman's killer caught.

Initial examination revealed that all the recovered weapons were replicas,

except one.

- That's a real one. - Playing with the office equipment's

done nothing to dim his powers of deduction, has it?

Forensics ran a routine test of the gun against ordnance recovered from unsolved murder cases.

And it came up with a match for the bullet that killed wpc Daniels. Got it.

Prints?

One set, all over, belonging to a Philip Sheppard.

Low IQ, record for shoplifting women's underwear

and two counts of indecent exposure.

Hardly the profile of a professional killer.

Well, it's the only link we've got,

so take a look at him and bring me back a portrait.

Why not bring him straight in?

We've got the element of surprise. Let's use it.

I suggest two teams of two. Any preferences?

- Me and Jack. - Don't I wash or something?

Jack doesn't like maltesers.

We'll take the flasher. Come on.

"1983, Sheppard nicks knickers."

"1984, nicks more knickers and a bra."

"1984, just a bra. 1985, more bras and a packet of suspender belts."

We're getting saucier.

"1986, thong Teddy."

You're a man of the world, Jack. What the bloody hell's a thong Teddy?

Don't ask me.

I never needed my wife to dress up like a pornographic Christmas Turkey.

Thong Teddy.

(Phone rings)

Detective superintendent Pullman's phone.

- Now that's interesting. - What?

I'll ask. Ma'am, mr bevan wants to see you upstairs.

I'm busy. What's interesting, Gerry?

At the time of her death,

Daniels had two units of alcohol in her bloodstream,

the nicotine from two cigarettes

and a portion of pork scratchings in her stomach.

That would suggest she'd been to the pub.

So, do I tell mr bevan's pa you're too busy to see him, ma'am?

No, you tell her I've popped out and you'll give me the message when I've popped back.

I've said I'll ask,

implying was asking you, implying that you haven't gone out.

Now, she was wearing her uniform when she was shot.

Uniform do not wear uniform to go for a pint.

- Ma'am? - She was also wearing her raincoat.

But she wasn't due back on duty. Why hadn't she changed?

- Yes or no, ma'am? - No!

She'll be right up.

It's my conviction that the modern police force must be fully conversant

in all aspects of conversing with the media, print and televisual.

I'm not against media open days in principle,

so long as they don't include my unit in practice.

Your unit is the very embodiment of the way we're able to think through the divide

between civilian and police

in an unflinching drive to provide a better service to our customers.

They're not performing seals, sir.

No one's asking them to perform. Just to be themselves.

I think you underestimate your team.

Between them, they've given more briefings and press conferences than you've had hot dinners.

And as a consequence, Jack halford loathes the press.

Gerry standing's likely to turn it into the Gerry standing show.

- As for Brian Lane... - What about Brian Lane?

Let's just say that the last thing you need by way of PR

is Brian Lane pressing the flesh of the fourth estate.

And, if they've managed to effect the arrest of the perpetrator of the murder of wpc Daniels

in time for the press visit next week,

- so much the better. - Next week?

This case has been lying dormant for 17 years.

What more perfect illustration of our dogged pursuit of justice?

Make me happy, detective superintendent.

That's your job.

Close the door on your way out.

You're not taking your medication, are you?

It was blunting my edge.

I didn't know you had an edge.

It suits me to keep it under wraps till the situation demands.

So, storming the samaritans the other day

was your "edge" unsheathed, was it?

You know me, Jack. Stop at nothing to get to the truth.

It's not as if any harm was caused.

Well, the caller called back again.

The fact that he called back is not the point, Brian.

You can only push this thing so far. You do know that?

I was set up.

My career was cut unjustly short.

I'm prepared to push the unearthing of why as far as it's needs pushing.

What about Esther? How far are you prepared to push her?

Alan wearing was duty sergeant the night Anthony kaye died in that cell.

He's the one that really knows what happened back then.

And what about what's really happening now?

What about your deteriorating mental health? What about your marriage?

What about the very real possibility that you are looking for something that isn't even there?

- Who's that? - Don't change the subject!

No, I mean isn't that our man?

Oh, bollocks!

Yeah, I've been toying with the idea of glasses for a while.

What do you think?

Like Nana mouskouri's retarded half-brother.

What do you mean, "you've been toying with the idea of glasses"?

You either need them or you don't.

Ah, no. You get the right pair, can take years off.

Off your eyes, but not your wrinkles,

or your paunch, or your thinning hair.

All right, all right!

Leave me with a crumb of bleeding dignity.

David Dickinson.

Yeah, but without the "David" or the "inson".

Miss Pullman?

Thank you.

Sorry to keep you.

No, it's good of you to see us at such short notice.

To be honest, it took me a moment to work out what you were talking about.

What triggered reopening the case?

We've recently discovered the murder weapon.

It's covered in the fingerprints of somebody we're monitoring.

The killer?

Well, that's why we're here,

to see if there are any details about the man you saw all those years ago

which may have survived in your memory.

But you said you have his fingerprints, so...

It's surprising how many pairs of hands a gun goes through in its life.

If you could positively identify our suspect as the man you saw,

well then, it may not shut the lid on this case completely,

but it will certainly close it more than it is at the moment.

I was only six.

Yeah, of course you were.

Yeah, well, thanks for your time.

Though I do get this recurring nightmare.

Nightmare?

As a child, my mother used to call it my running-man dream.

Now, steady. Steady.

I have tailed people before, you know?

Yeah. We don't wanna lose him.

And there was I thinking the whole point of going this slowly

was an exercise in clutch control.

(Lorry's horn blares)

- Perhaps we'd be better on foot. - What if he breaks into a run?

Hang on, he's stopping.

Glove compartment. Disabled sticker.

You sly old bugger. They're like gold dust these.

Unless your wife happens to be disabled,

then it's all completely above board.

Until they find out she passed away.

Do you want to pay for a ticket?

Result!

Hardly.

She said she'd recognise him if she saw him again.

She said she's 50 per cent sure she'd recognise him,

which, in my book, means it's 100 per cent absolutely bloody certain she won't.

I never took you for a glass-half-empty person, Gerry.

If running man and Philip Sheppard are one and the same,

we could be hours away from nailing this.

Yeah. Well, it's a nice thought.

(Dog barks)

It's me, you daft dog.

You have two new messages.

I'll be home at the usual time, Esther love. Bye.

You're a disgrace, Lane!

You were a disgrace to the force when they kicked you out

and you're a disgrace now in your dotage!

How dare you barge into an organisation where I'm highly respected

and accuse me of conspiracy to a cover-up?

You jeopardised a man's life.

You've thrown a question Mark over my character

throughout the samaritans' organisation.

It's defamation and you will be hearing from my solicitor!

- Really gets on my wick, that does. - Eh?

Well, I mean, either buy a newspaper or don't buy a newspaper.

Don't stand there pretending to choose, reading it for free.

He's not reading. He's waiting.

See? Keeps glancing into the shop, like he's checking something out.

Eh, up. Looks like he's moved up from undies to the women inside them.

Scruffy? Come on!

Four in three and a half hours.

All of similar build, hair colour.

Petite blonde.

Bloody hell!

What?

We're currently surrounded by six and a half million people

and yet, you could just walk up to me,

shoot me in the back of the head and then walk away scot-free.

Yeah, well, if somebody wants to do something badly enough, they will.

But, "walk away scot-free", I don't believe in scot-free.

Never have, never will.

Mm. This Sushi's fantastic.

Try some.

No, thanks, no. Don't wanna ruin my appetite.

The girls are treating me tonight.

That's nice.

You see, periodically,

the women in my life compare me to other men they've known

and then throw a nice little supper in my honour.

For you or at you?

Sorry.

No, I actually think it says a lot that they stay in touch.

I'm a naughty boy, Sandra, not a bastard.

Wanna know something?

I think she knew him.

What?

Wpc Daniels.

I think she knew the bloke who killed her.

I mean, if she was in that pub on her own,

I would've expected the quantities of stuff in her blood and her stomach

to have been at least double of what they were.

She was never a big drinker. She hardly set foot in a pub.

Her drinking habits were never mentioned in the file.

No, I... I asked around.

Nevertheless, I know women.

Gerry, supper or no supper,

being divorced three times isn't evidence that you know women,

only that you know how to piss them off.

All right then. Tell me this. You go into a pub on your own,

how many glasses of wine you gonna have?

By myself? One.

Why?

Because more than one and some predatory arsehole thinks I'm easy meat for his reptilian charms.

And one drink looks like you're waiting for someone.

Yeah, or...

Or loading up with Dutch courage before going on somewhere else.

One glass of wine, two cigarettes, a full packet of pork scratchings.

I mean, not a quarter or a half you'd expect if she was sharing them.

No, she was in that boozer alone.

Settling her nerves before coming up here and meeting her killer.

Philip Sheppard follows women around town.

He latches onto one,

follows her round for a bit,

latches onto another and follows her.

And so on, and so on.

The question is, is this a man who could kill a woman?

No, scrap that.

The question actually is, is this a man who could kill a policewoman?

No, the real question is, is this a man who could kill a policewoman

in cold blood in broad daylight?

- Is this actually going somewhere? - Oh, yes.

The women we observed Sheppard following aren't aware of it.

He doesn't try and touch them or molest them in any way.

Just seems to be how he spends his day.

- Why? - Nutter.

We follow him following four different women.

Woman one.

Petite blonde.

Woman two, petite blonde.

Woman three, petite blonde.

Woman four, petite blonde.

Nutter with a Barbara windsor fetish.

Wpc Daniels...

Petite blonde.

Petite blonde.

An ID parade?

We've established that Sheppard stalks women matching the description of Kate Daniels.

If Patricia Lee were to give us a positive ID on Sheppard, well...

And what do I get in return?

The same satisfaction that I'll get when we catch whoever pulled the trigger 17 years ago.

And the full cooperation of my boys on your open day.

Is the correct answer.

Book a room.

Oh, come on, Esther.

- The mobile... - Oh, bloody hell!

Turned her mobile off again.

We've got the ID for tomorrow.

Tenner says it's a waste of time.

Erm...

Before we move on to the next level,

there's something I should tell you.

I was in the same year as Kate Daniels at hendon.

I knew her personally.

Well, does it have any material bearing on the case?

Well, no, but it may explain why I seem a little more driven than usual.

Then you also knew Nick Gilbert.

- Nick Gilbert? - Yeah.

He's in the case file.

Mentioned in passing, Brian.

Nevertheless, you knew him?

Yeah. Yeah, I knew him, but...

Who's Nick Gilbert?

An ex-boyfriend of Daniels, routinely interviewed in '87.

They had an affair at hendon

before he dropped out without completing the course

and became a security guard.

Gilbert was wounded in an armed robbery

two years before Daniels was shot.

It was hooved up in the sweep at the time.

I just thought you ought to know about my friendship with Kate.

Good teams shouldn't have secrets.

We appreciate you telling us.

No worries.

What?

Nothing.

So, we cram a whole nightclub full of Asian witnesses

into our recreation room, right?

Now, what we don't realise is, that under the ping-pong table,

there is a telephone with an outside line,

and for seven solid hours,

220 people ring India, Pakistan,

Bangladesh, any long-distance number they could think of.

Oh, my god.

The bill came to five figures.

My boss slaughtered me.

Typical Gerry.

Too busy rushing around, playing cagney & Lacey

to see what was under his nose.

Sex like that with you as well, was it?

Oh, I always found him very attentive.

I'd love to see you with a female boss.

Now, listen, you. This was a lovely dinner

and I would like to propose a toast.

To the women who, over the years,

have made my life emotionally richer and financially poorer,

my ex-wives!

To the ex-wives!

And, of course, my beautiful children.

Caitlin, whose taste in music is keeping me...

- Young. - No, addicted to aspirin.

And Amelia.

Having you, Princess, made being married to her almost bearable.

You cheeky sod!

- Amelia! - Amelia.

And, of course, Paula.

The kind of daughter any man would give his eyeteeth for.

- Paula. - Paula.

And her baby.

Paula's baby!

What did you just say?

You heard, dad.

Baby?

To grandpa Gerry.

Grandpa Gerry.

How?

Well, I don't know how much you know already,

but first a man takes off his trousers...

It's not funny, Paula!

It's not bloody funny at all.

What does whatshisname think about all this?

I haven't told him.

- It's none of his business. - How could you be so careless!

You know what this means?

I'm gonna be lumbered with that prat as the father of my grandchild for the rest of my life.

He is not the father. He is merely the sperm donor.

Paula, a child need two parents.

Mum said you'd say that.

She told me to remind you

that when she totalled up the number of hours you were actually around,

it amounted to approximately one and a half days out of seven.

Well, what about money? Huh?

Let me tell you, babies need money,

and lots of it, from the first day.

- Who's gonna pay for it? - I'm working.

Who's gonna look after it while you're at work?

I can't believe you just said that.

You do know which century we're in now?

Listen, Paula, this is reality and this is you.

Now, how do you propose that we bring these two together

without me writing out a big fat cheque

for a load of dosh that I just don't have?

How long have you had this obsession with money?

For as long as my ex-wives started relieving me of most of it.

So, she went out shopping, she brought the shopping home.

She put the shopping on the kitchen table, unpacked.

Unusual for Esther, very unusual.

Why? The question is, why?

No, Brian, the question is, where is she now?

No. The question is, why has she turned her mobile off?

No, no, no.

Come on, lad, get a grip.

The question is, where are my pills?

Then, where is Esther?

Then, is the dog with Esther or somewhere else?

And then, why is Esther wherever she is, with or without the dog,

when she should be here? Ok, ok.

Focus.

Question one.

Question one is...

Where are my pills?

My pills are...

My pills are...

down the lavatory.

So, Sandra,

can you tell me, what is it you're hoping to gain from these sessions?

Well, erm...

I'd like to come to grips

with certain destructive patterns of behaviour in my life.

Destructive to...?

Mainly myself. But also...

Also to others.

The last relationship I had was with a married man.

In fact, most of my relationships, when I think about it,

have been with men involved with other women.

Can you tell me the first time this happened?

During my training at hendon police college.

Go on.

Two other recruits had started seeing each other and I...

Well, I couldn't have that, could I?

Why couldn't you?

I've always been excessively competitive in whatever I do.

Wherever I am, I can't help it and, erm...

at hendon, I had to be the top recruit.

But I also had to be the most popular with the girls.

Erm...

And, erm, the most attractive to the guys.

And this other girl, Kate,

she had it all going for her.

Everyone liked her.

I was the top recruit...

but everyone liked her more as a person, you see.

As I say, all my life I've aimed at being the best in whatever I do.

But it's not the same as trying to be the best person I can be, is it?

And winning things.

Prizes. Awards.

Other people's fellas.

Not the same.

No.

What's that you're writing?

Bitch?

Breakthrough, with a small "b".

One of my more superior efforts, Mary, if you don't me saying so.

(Doorbell rings)

She's left me, Jack!

She's only gone and bloody left me!

She's even taken the dog.

How bad must it be to take a dog you can't abide?

Buckle up, Mary. It's gonna be a long night.

I know. I should've knocked on his door and asked him how he was.

The man was sobbing his heart out.

You know me. You were always much better at that sort of thing.

Anyway, Esther's only gone to her sister's in cockfosters.

He's coming. Speak later.

Sleep well?

I got off about two.

Well, that's a good six hours.

Woke up again at half past three.

Oh, that's not so good.

Tried getting off again by reading over the case file.

- And? - Didn't work.

Oh, dear.

Something started niggling at me.

Yes?

I'm not sure.

Can you be a bit more specific?

Nick Gilbert, one-time boyfriend of Kate Daniels.

Dropped out of hendon police college, April 1985.

Various jobs, then taken on by a security firm, October '85.

Wounded in service, January '86.

You think Gilbert went after Daniels?

The rage of a jilted lover?

Like I said, I'm not sure.

- Toast? - No, no.

I'm not hungry.

Right, thanks bye.

Patricia Lee's arrived, I'll take her to the ID parade. You two observe.

Just carry on.

If she gives us a positive ID, then we'll move to interview immediately.

And, Brian, you stay with Clark.

Rehearse the answers to the questions that bevan sent down

for his media open day next week.

- What answers? - What questions?

- What media bloody open day? - Come on!

Take all the time you need, Patricia.

A pony says she spots him.

A monkey says she won't.

What, in your view, is the major difference in the police now,

compared to when you first joined?

The cars are faster.

In answer to this question, mr bevan wants you to talk

about the application of technology in the push towards smart policing.

- Smart policing? - Yeah.

What, like, nicer uniforms?

I don't think that's what's meant by the term "smart" in this context.

Let me ask you a question.

About these questions?

No, about Nick Gilbert.

But mr bevan...

But nothing. Just listen.

Nick Gilbert met Kate Daniels at police college.

In his interview in '87, he said he was her first real love.

They had a passionate affair, but something happened.

It didn't work out.

Gilbert dropped out of hendon a few weeks before the end of training.

Ok.

He can't be a copper, so he goes into a related line of work.

Security.

Becomes a guard on security vans.

In the course of which he's the victim of an armed robbery,

is shot and confined to a wheelchair.

Now, any link between Gilbert and the gang responsible

is dismissed owing to the severity of the injuries he sustained.

However, my question to you...

If you were robbing a security Van

and you wanted to immobilise the guard inside,

where would you shoot him?

In the head?

You'll notice, clarky, I said "immobilise",

not kill instantly in an unnecessary blood bath.

The leg?

The leg.

Very good.

Leg.

Or the foot.

- Let's just stick with the leg. - Or both legs.

- One leg would probably suffice. - But two to make sure.

It's a 30 second situation, Clark.

You shoot a man in the leg, he's not going anywhere.

But if I've already shot him in one leg,

he's kind of stuck in situ while I shoot him in the other one.

Might as well. Bang, number one, he can't move.

Bang, number two, he really, really can't move.

Get your coat, son.

I feel such a fool. I'm sorry.

It's been 17 years, Patricia.

And you did say there was only a 50-50 chance.

Hold on, I've got an idea.

Patricia, will you come with me, please?

Just hang on.

Now, you sit here, Patricia.

And whatever you hear and whatever you see, just sit there.

You're perfectly safe.

Do you have a bad feeling about this?

I don't have a particularly good feeling about this.

I'm gonna stop him.

- (Fire alarm rings) - I was just gonna say too late.

Fire alarm. Come out. Out!

- Running man? - Number four.

- Are you sure? - Number four, definitely.

Philip Sheppard.

Do you have any idea what you've done?

We had to make a positive ID of a major suspect.

You caused the unnecessary evacuation of the entire building.

- I thought... - I set off the alarm

to create similar conditions to those in which our witness originally saw the suspect, sir.

This sort of thing is not your style, detective superintendent.

We now have a firm ID on a prime suspect.

The alarm probably should not have been set off.

Probably?

But ask any of the officers temporarily inconvenienced right now,

and I think they'll say they're glad it was.

You will consider this an official reprimand.

- Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. - Now, get out.

You didn't have to do that.

Bevan didn't want you. That would've been the excuse to get rid of you.

- Well, thanks a lot. - Don't thank me. He's got a point.

You're contradictory, reactionary and ill-disciplined.

But?

You're occasionally inspired.

She thinks I'm occasionally inspired.

You think she's finished.

Put me in that position again and I'll have your balls for earrings.

Now she's finished.

Smoke?

I like your hair.

Oi! When you talk to detective superintendent Pullman,

you look her in the face, right?

You like blondes, don't you, Philip?

Blondes have more fun.

I like to have more fun too.

So, you follow blondes for your fun?

Well, there's no law saying you can't walk behind people.

Wanna bet?

You like guns too, don't you, Philip?

- Guns are boring. - You used to.

- Maybe. - There's no maybe about it.

We found all your guns in the lake where you dumped them.

Why did you do that?

I got into knives.

And swords.

I ran out of room, so I dumped all my guns in the lake.

What if kids had found them?

They was all harmless replicas.

I collected replicas.

All but one.

I'm now showing mr Sheppard

a Browning nine millimetre automatic pistol.

Sorry to have to come round and take you over old ground, mr Gilbert,

but sometimes the past just won't release us until it's good and ready.

Tell me about it.

Oh, yes, of course. No offence intended.

None taken.

Yes, Kate Daniels was a smashing girl, by all accounts.

Not a day goes by that I don't think about her.

Who she was back then. Who she'd be today.

My, oh, my...

- Meet the wife and kids. - Sorry?

Part of rehab for paraplegics

is coming to terms with loss of sexual function.

You're encouraged to divert your energies into hobbies.

I used to keep a couple of guppies myself, but nothing on this scale.

No, I was strictly a freshwater man.

Marine's a whole other kettle of fish.

You really don't have to patronise me.

I can assure you, mr Gilbert, I wouldn't.

Only somebody condescending would go along with the idea

that these tanks were a substitute for female company.

I didn't believe they were for a moment.

Tell you the truth, you have us at a disadvantage.

We were rather expecting you in a wheelchair.

Sorry to disappoint you.

No, no, it's wonderful news.

But you were in one in 1987

when you were interviewed about Kate Daniels' murder?

Yes, I was.

Yeah. The result of you being shot during a robbery, was it?

The bullet went through my leg,

ricocheted off the Van floor, the Van walls and into my back.

That's right, I remember.

Detective superintendent Pullman was explaining it to me.

Pullman?

Yeah. She's our boss.

Sandra Pullman?

Of course! You were at hendon together, weren't you?

Well, she'll be over the moon to hear you're back on your feet.

So, when she asks me how it came about, what should I tell her?

Take a look in the tank.

In the treasure chest. What do you see?

What do you see, Clark? I'm longsighted.

A bullet.

New surgical techniques meant they were finally able to remove it three years ago.

Relieved the pressure on my spinal cord.

Gave me limited movement in my legs.

Remarkable.

Really?

14 years too late, as far as I'm concerned.

Best years of my life completely lost.

On medication for the duration.

I couldn't trouble you for a cuppa, could I?

All this water's given me a raging thirst.

You see her in the pub or on the street.

Don't realise she's a policewoman as she's wearing her raincoat.

You follow her to primrose hill.

You hide in a bush like the sad, little perv you are

and you watch her.

I didn't shoot no policewoman!

Ok, I accept that. You didn't shoot her.

-You did follow her to primrose hill. -I didn't shoot her.

I'm not saying you shot her!

I'm suggesting you saw the person who did!

You saw her shot.

Now, did the killer Chuck the weapon into the undergrowth?

Did they then just stroll away from the scene?

And did you climb out of your hidey-hole,

step over a dead woman and retrieve the gun?

- Tell me, Philip, how close am I? - I didn't have to climb over no one.

After he shot her, he wiped the gun,

put it in a brown paper bag and stuffed it in the bottom of a bin.

- And then just walked off? - Yeah.

And what did you do?

Well, I collected guns, didn't I?

So...

i collected it.

Oi!

- What? - Stop crucifying yourself.

You got Sheppard to admit that he saw the shooter.

His description of the killer bordered on useless.

Come on, cheer up.

I mean, think about it.

A total lack of decent witnesses, the location,

the bloody great storm afterwards.

It's hardly surprising that the original investigation

stalled at the first fence.

- You got a lot further than most. - Well, not far enough.

Anyway...

Your repeated prediction of defeat has been completely borne out.

You must be unbearably chuffed with yourself.

Yesterday, perhaps. Not today.

Why? What's happened in the last 24 hours?

I have learned that I am gonna be a grandfather.

- You're joking? - No, I'm not.

Paula, the oldest.

The coven gathered last night to tell me.

I thought that was a supper in your honour.

- Surprise! - That's wonderful!

New life. A new generation of little gerrys

to teach how to say, "you're nicked, you slag."

Congratulations.

(Mobile phone rings)

Pullman.

Clark. Clark, say that again,

only much, much slower.

Could do with a bit of salt.

Next one along.

This is Mary's condiment cupboard.

Esther thinks it makes more sense

to keep the condiments in a cupboard above the oils.

- Orange squash? - Cupboard under the sink.

Near the taps.

It's a more systematic approach to the kitchen arena.

(Phone rings)

Tell me, Brian, where would Esther prefer to keep the telephone?

In the hall.

Jack halford.

Jack, you won't believe what's just come up.

Where's the idiot savant? Clarky can't raise him at his house.

That's because he's here, and I'm about to kill him.

Please, don't tell me I can't.

All I'm saying is it's very difficult for a lad like Clark

to tell a senior officer what he can...

He's not a senior officer!

You're none of you anything senior except citizens!

Excuse me. I'm only 57.

Do the rules of evidence mean anything to you?

Taking the bullet from his flat makes it inadmissible!

I had no choice!

Asking for the thing would arouse suspicion enough for him to refuse.

Which is why we have official channels.

I was thinking on my feet.

Whatever you were doing, you weren't thinking!

You have jeopardised, not just the case, but this entire unit!

If word gets out that, not only are we cutting corners,

but maybe even forgetting that the corners exist, we're closed down.

I'm sorry.

I got carried away.

I'm under a lot...

It's all right, Brian.

No, it's not bloody all right!

Gerry is about to become a grandfather.

You are still coming to terms with being a widower.

We've all got our problems, Jack.

The difference is we leave them at home.

We've got another bullet from the gun that killed Daniels

and a new witness.

Yeah, who I've got to now interview with one hand behind my back!

- It's a bit harsh. - You think she's finished?

One more thing.

Amazingly intuitive work, Brian. Thank you.

Gerry, Clark, you're with me.

Jack, take him home and tie him to something large and immobile.

Now she's finished, grandad.

You heard the lady. Come on.

Let's get you home.

And where would that be, Jack?

Without Esther, I don't have a home.

I understand, Brian.

How can you possibly understand?

Hey!

You mislaid your wife. I lost mine!

This is what they wanted all along, to destroy me!

Oh, for pity's sake, man.

They won't rest till I've lost everything.

My job, my marriage, my mind.

Who, Brian? For weeks I've listened to you rattle on

on about a conspiracy to destroy you

that started the night a drug dealer died on your watch,

but you never say who's behind it. Do you see?

You never say who!

Wearing knows who.

Alan wearing knows nothing. You know how I know?

I rang him and asked him.

I didn't kick his front door in or creep up behind him.

I rang him and told him what you'd been going through

and asked him if he knew what you were on about

and he didn't have a clue.

What else do you expect him to say?

You've got to stop this.

Face the truth and move on.

It's the truth I'm trying to face.

It's the truth you're trying to avoid with all this conspiracy nonsense.

But you know what the truth really is, don't you?

- No! - The truth is,

that, like legions of stressed coppers before you,

you took pills and drink in order to cope.

- No. - And you mad a mistake.

- No! - You're mortal, Brian.

You're just like the rest of us. And if you don't believe me,

look how completely lost you are without your Esther.

Well, well, well, Sandra Pullman.

- You look... - Be nice.

Like a copper.

Well, seeing as that's what I am, I'll take that as a compliment.

Have they given you tea, coffee?

It was offered. I refused. I don't, remember?

Of course.

And anyway, at this time of night...

Yeah, I have to apologise for that.

It's just that, when your name came up,

- i couldn't wait to see you. - I am flattered.

You should be.

Who'd have thought, eh?

All those years ago...

Kate would end up in the ground,

me a cripple,

and you a detective superintendent.

Ain't life a bitch?

No, no, it's much worse than that.

Anyway, it's late and I'm tired,

and 19 years ago, I really hoped never to see you again.

So, what do you want?

I just want to talk about you, Nick.

Wouldn't this be easier if I rang the doorbell?

Would Spencer Tracy ring the doorbell?

Esther knows I'm no good at all that stuff.

We've come to show her the new Brian,

and the new Brian is bloody marvellous at all that stuff.

Go on now. Off you go.

Ah!

Bloody hell!

Tell me about the shooting.

She was shot on primrose hill.

Not hers. Yours.

Mine?

Getting a bullet in the back was a terrible...

Tragedy? Yes, thank you.

- Now can I go? - I wasn't gonna say tragedy.

I was gonna say a mistake.

The gang only meant to shoot you in the leg, isn't that right?

- How would I know? - Cos that was the arrangement.

A single slug to the leg.

Heroic status for taking one in the line of duty.

A lot of blood, minimal long-term damage

and, more importantly,

minimal suspicion that you were the man on the inside.

You know, Kate was twice the woman you were, Sandra.

- And yet you still slept with me. - You offered it up on a plate.

I'm not making any excuses for myself.

Sleeping with you was the worst mistake of my life.

And I faked every orgasm.

Now, let's get back to the robbery, shall we?

How much was your cut?

How much more for the pop in the leg?

Ok. How much extra in compensation for the ricochet in the back

and being confined to a wheelchair?

Oh, now we're getting somewhere. So, no compensation?

Still, you were never one to settle for less than your fair share,

as demonstrated by sleeping with me whilst being with Kate.

So, what did you do? Threaten the gang?

More money or I'll squeal?

If you're not going to charge me, I'd like to go.

I didn't bring you in here to charge you, Nick.

Jesus, you were always a self-centred prick.

This isn't about you.

This is about a woman who was better than the two of us.

Then let her rest in peace.

-I can't until I know who killed her! -You're calling me self-centred?

How'd you get her involved? She was a promising policewoman.

- She owed me. - "She owed you."

When she found out about our little fling at hendon,

I begged her to forgive me,

but she wouldn't.

It destroyed me so much, I dropped out.

Is that the truth?

I want the truth, Nick.

You betrayed Kate once by sleeping with me.

You did it a second time

by getting her involved with an armed robbery.

Are you gonna betray her a third time

by letting the bastards that killed her get away with it?

Tell me the truth, Nick. Tell me the truth,

and let's lay this case to rest, once and for all.

Esther!

Esther! It's me, Brian.

Esther!

Brian?

- It's me. - (Dog barks)

Brian? Shh, be quiet!

- Come on home, love. - What?

I'm finished with it, Esther.

Finished with Anthony kaye?

With the conspiracy?

With harassing people that only you seem to think are involved

in some sort of cover-up?

I know can't change what's happened.

I can only let it destroy us.

And I don't want that. I won't let it.

I want a future with the woman I love more than anything else in the world.

And my dog.

And I'm back on my pills.

Forgive me.

Forgive me...

and bloody well come home with me.

I'm getting too old for this, Mary, love.

I promise you, as soon as he goes home,

I'll put everything back in its rightful place.

What do you mean, "assuming he does go home"?

- Esther? - Oh!

Thank you, thank you.

I was going nowhere in security

and all the time I was aware of you and Kate

beginning your inexorable rise up the force.

So, when I was approached about a job...

Well, you know me and temptation, Sandra.

Go on.

And, yeah, the bullet in the leg was supposed to be my alibi.

It was meant to be a flesh wound.

And afterwards, when I demanded a bigger cut

to compensate for getting it in the back,

I was told unceremoniously to piss off.

You do surprise me.

I tried blackmailing them, but, erm, they called my bluff.

And so, I approached Kate

with a view to handing her the whole thing.

Armed robbery would be a big feather in a young constable's cap.

Not to mention absolution for cheating on her.

You don't get anything for nothing.

And I guess she hadn't managed

to completely snuff out all her feelings for me.

When she saw the state I was in,

she told me she couldn't let me throw away what was left of my life.

She said that she would talk to the gang on my behalf,

in her official capacity.

Scare them into coughing up what I was owed.

Only they weren't so easily scared, were they?

And killing her shut you both up, for good.

Names, addresses, telephone numbers. Whatever you've got, Nick.

We owe it to Kate.

Both of us.

Shit! Bevan!

Our primary goal is, of course, crime solution.

To this end, I am pleased to introduce you

to one of our newest and most successful initiatives.

This has involved the re-recruitment of retired officers

to a unit that utilises their vast experience.

As I speak, we are arresting the killer

of a policewoman murdered nearly 20 years ago

as a direct result of investigation by these men.

They'll be only too happy to answer any questions you may have

about any aspect of their operation.

Their minds are as sharp now as in their heyday.

(Snoring)

Mid-morning nap.

Pullman!

♪ It's all right. It's ok

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

♪ it's all right. I say, it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right. Doing fine

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

♪ it's all right. I say, it's ok

♪ we're getting to the end of the day

♪ hi tech, low tech take your pick

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

♪ I don't care what anybody says

♪ at the end of the day

♪ there's a place that I can find

♪ a drink or two to ease my mind

♪ golden days

♪ it's all right

♪ take your time

♪ everybody thinks that... ♪