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Good, very good.

You move well.

But more... More attitude!

More open. More sex!

And don't fight me. In salsa, the man is always the leader.

The woman is there to follow his signals, his desires.

The man is always in control. Just like in life.

You must cut off your brain. Salsa doesn't come from here.

It comes from here, from the heart.

If you don't take your hand off my tit, I'll break your wrist!

♪ 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 gettin' to the end of the day. ♪

Hey! Hey! Where's the fire?

The m25 abductor struck again.

Oh, really? Yeah, last night. A little boy and a little girl.

That pervert needs locking up and the key throwing away.

Operation Jenny are on it.

Good!

What?!

Both 10 year olds, Alan and Darryl,

snatched from this lake, just before 7pm on August the 14th, 1979.

Their fishing tackle was left lying on the bank.

One was in the bivvy, while the other was grabbed.

So neither got a proper look at the abductor. In the what?! Bivvy!

Like a tent, special fishing tent.

Is there really fish in here?

Carp, pike, roach, rudd,

perch, eels, tench. Can you eat them?

It's not that sort of fishery.

It's a coarse fishery.

You catch them and put them back. Why would you want to do that?

Pitting your wits against the wiles of nature. Proving man is the superior species.

You sit for hours under a flight path by a muddy pond trying to catch fish you can't even eat?

Not a pond. It's a pit.

A gravel pit.

After the abduction it got nicknamed "the pit of doom".

They dug gravel out of it, all through the 60s.

Most of London's pebbledash came from here.

When the gravel ran out, they flooded it and stocked a few fish.

And you just found it?

No, I got an ordnance survey. The case.

Which is on file. It might be, but what about operation Jenny?

Is it just coincidence that that team are upstairs

looking at something similar that happened 48 hours ago? Are they?

You know they are. Yes.

And it is similar, Jack!

The mo. Ford transit Van.

Pairs of young children.

They've been looking back at past snatches, trying to establish some pattern.

I think this could be one of their earlier attacks.

Operation Jenny is active. You can't just go barging in.

Jenny cases are, yes, but not this one.

They think it's too old. Irrelevant.

So, it is a ucos case.

Or rather, it will be our case.

You know, eventually.

No, no, no, strickland has made it quite clear that we're to stop cherry-picking cases.

We catch this guy and it'll be three bars and a jackpot.

Never mind cherries. Look, the mos are almost identical to the m25 abductions.

They're over 20 years apart. So?

Look, Brian, in 1979 there was no m25.

That's the opinion of operation Jenny.

Well, fair comment.

What, he didn't grab this pair because he was waiting for the motorway to be built?! Fair comment.

There are leads worth following.

The original chief investigating officer, moz mackintosh.

Mad moz! Moz might've been loopy, but he was thorough.

He suspected it was a jolly.

So he gave the lads a hard time in questioning. Rather them than me.

And he was convinced they were telling the truth.

They were bundled into the Van and kept there throughout. Hooded with sacks and tied up with rope.

He came prepared. Are you saying he never removed them from this Van?

Not at all? Not ever? He parked it for two nights inside a garage

or a workshop somewhere and drove away first thing in the morning.

He didn't speak to them, feed them, or associate with them in any way whatsoever.

Stopped in a lay-by for a slash.

The lads forced open the rear Van doors and legged it. Never looked back.

Have you ever heard of a 10-year-old escaping after being abducted?

None of the poor little sods in operation Jenny, that's for sure.

They got lucky. He took his eye off them.

Come on! This could be the man operation Jenny are looking for.

All right. But if we even smell anything relevant to operation Jenny, we inform upstairs.

I'm not upsetting that mob, not even for your extraordinary talents.

Fair enough. All right. Go on, then, find these two boys and see what they have to say.

Hacking cough

Golf makes perfect sense.

Only to golfers. Golf is a quest for perfection.

Perfect hand-eye coordination.

It's a game against yourself. Whereas fishing on the other hand...

Is out of your control. Exactly. But that's the whole point!

Maggots and mud and weather and water. Earth, wind and fire.

The essential elements of nature. Golf, you've got a stick and a ball.

A stick and a ball. Where's the challenge in that?

Can I help you? Alan hall?

So have you tried giving up before?

Once, 1985. Well, there you go. It only lasted two months.

But you were scared about your health, even 20-odd years ago.

I was going out with a Dutch bird, if you must know.

Marika. Competitive swimmer.

She couldn't stand the smell of smoke on my breath, so...

Well, if I'd had a ciggie, she wouldn't... you know.

You gave up smoking for a shag.

Mmm.

You and Darryl are our only possible link to the abductor.

Raking up such a painful episode from your past could be upsetting.

Best thing that's ever happened to me.

I'm sorry? The only thing that's ever happened to me.

Must've been scared, though? Oh, yeah, yeah, must've been.

But I don't remember it much. Like childbirth -

you only remember the good stuff. Not that I've ever...

What good stuff? Oh, well, Darryl and me, we got to do everything.

I mean everything!

Here, look.

Yeah, there you go.

Could you not put your thumb on...? Thank you. Went on blue Peter,

that's me there. Crackerjack.

Crackerjack!

Do you remember, er, Peter glaze? The short, fat one with the glasses?

He was so funny! We got to meet the queen...

D'you have a current address for Darryl hogarty? Yes. Got a pen?

Er...

There you go. Don't press too hard on the album.

Number one, pearly gates road,

heaven!

Darryl's dead?

Yes, yes, he died a few years ago.

Brain haemorrhage in Portugal.

Died on the toilet. And that's not a joke.

No, I couldn't just go cold Turkey!

There's patches, gum, those dummy cigarette things, acupuncture.

Will power, er...

Hypnosis? Regressive hypnosis.

If you're susceptible, the hypnotist can take you back to that night.

It might trigger a useful memory. Unearth details you've forgotten.

Or that you never knew you knew.

See, the original investigation threw up very few details as to motive, or identity of the abductor.

We just want to try something different. What d'you think?

Brilliant! Love to. Can I book it as time off work?

Helping police with their enquiries. Excellent! Push that button.

♪ Take me to the river

♪ put me in the water... ♪

put me in the water! Yeah, yeah, yeah!

The opposite of post-traumatic stress disorder - he's got it.

If he's so bloody cheerful, why are we bothering?

It doesn't mean he wasn't still the victim of a horrible crime.

No-one was hurt. Not then, no.

But if it was the m25 guy, then only by some miracle.

What he does to his victims is... Eurgh!

Let's get Alan in and get to the bottom of this. What, using hypnosis?

We need to go back to 1979 and the abduction of two 10-year-old boys.

Forget operation Jenny. We need to treat this case as separate.

It might lead back upstairs, it might not.

And check out that lake. Pit. Hole. Find out who owns it.

And no, I'm not happy about using hypnosis either.

Can't go to court using evidence gained from hypnosis 25 years after the fact.

We'll be laughed out of court. We're only looking for clues, somewhere to start.

According to the file, Alan hall slipped his hood off on the second night and had a look at the Van.

Ford transit's the closest the team could muster.

Of which there were...

222,000.

Driving around the UK in 1979. That really helps(!)

Among the assorted tools, nylon rope, jump leads, etc,

there were two items spotted by laughing boy which were unusual.

Hypodermic needle unopened in its packet and a sack of unidentified nuts.

Junkies?

Set of works and a bag of nuts?

It's either junkies or monkeys!

See! That was a joke. Sort of.

You haven't completely lost your sense of humour. He's given up smoking. Ahh. Giving up.

Trying, well, maybe. It wasn't a bag of nuts. It was a sack of nuts.

But moz's team couldn't make head nor tail of either item. We can?

Under hypnosis, he might remember something that joins the dots.

Nah.

Coughing

coughing gets louder

he coughs violently

Bollocks!

Telephone rings

Hello. It's me. Yeah, course it is. How did you know I was up?

When I gave up smoking I didn't sleep for five months.

Aeroplane screeches Jesus! Where are you?

You're not going all weird on us again, are you?

I'm fishing! At the crack of dawn? Right under a flight path?

Do you think moz or anyone off the original investigation team bothered to fish here?

You can't reel 'em in-ity, if you don't feel affinity. Eh?

A fin-ity.

I'm getting a feel for the place.

See.

I took roach on a maggot,

perch on a brandling worm and carp on corn.

Lake's stuffed with fish. Nice stamp of roach.

Stuffed. But how many people do you see fishing it?

They're all over at Thorne valley lakes.

Why? Couldn't have been this spooky when the boys were fishing here.

I had to squeeze through a rusty gate and hack down brambles to get here.

Mind you, anything called the pit of doom's hardly gonna be...

Cor blimey, that's a Mitchell 3000, isn't it?

It is! 'Ere, let's have a look. No, don't touch it!

I just wanna have a look. Get off!

It'll be all right. I've got my hands free.

Darryl, I see a light!

I'm crawling closer to where the light's coming from.

Then I feel something. Bump into it.

It makes me jump.

I nearly... Nearly scream. I think it's him.

The man.

He's solid and dressed in a rough coat.

But it doesn't move.

No, it's not a coat.

It's too rough. It's a sack.

The nuts. We know all about this!

What about the abductor? Get him to stick his eye at that hole,

find some identity clues in the garage.

Please, you have to speak quietly.

I've seen this on telly - all smoke and mirrors.

It doesn't help unless he can give us names, places...

It doesn't help to steer too much.

In my experience, too much guidance can lead to suggestion, suggestion to fantasy.

Then he thinks he's tutankhamen... Shut your face.

Look, just carry on... I want to look through that hole.

There you go. Get him to take a look. Look through the wall.

My eye's up against it.

There's a breeze of cold air, hurts my eyeball.

Lights. Bright. It's difficult to see.

There's a bath. A big white bath and a workbench. Bath?

And bottles. Big metal bottles with tubes.

Gas cylinders? And the noise.

It's keys! In the door. It's him!

It's him! Is this supposed to be so intense?

He's coming! I can hear him. He's just outside!

I'm going to bring him back. Alan... It's bhavani...

Wait, this is the good bit. He might see the man.

He's just outside. His hand's on...!

Leave him. He might get a butchers' at him! We might get an identity.

- No, we've finished. - Are you joking?!

I've gotta get the hood on. It's dark. I can't find it. He's coming! Jesus!

I want you to come back, Alan.

Leave him, he's going to tell us something we don't already know.

Shut up! I've gotta get the hood on...

Count back to me, Alan. No!

Alan, count with me. He's coming!

Alan, Alan, count back from ten. Oh, I can't believe it. Ten, nine...

- Eight, seven... - Such a load of pony!

..Five, four, three, two, one.

How'd I do?

So, he saw...

A bath.

Gas bottles.

Workbench and tools.

Am I right in getting vaguely uneasy about all this?

Doesn't look good, does it?

John George haigh - disposed of his multiple victims by filling his bath with sulphuric acid.

George Joseph Smith drowned seven women in the bath.

Denis nilson dissected his victims' bodies in his bath.

Herman Webster mudgett used a blow torch to torture his victims

before dissecting them in the bath.

So, what are we saying? This is the lair of some wannabe serial killer?

He's got the right tool kit.

The black panther drugged his victims, injected them with paracloxone... syringe.

We don't know anything about this man,

except that he kept an odd collection of things in his Van.

Did he know the area? Did he have a connection?

Did he live/work there? Somewhere in between?

Who owns that lake? Is the ownership linked to the identity of the abductor? Do we know that yet?

Yeah. Nelson aggregates did own it.

Until the gravel ran out. After a clean up, flooding and stocking,

they donated it to middlesex county council for recreational use.

The council then sold it to a fishing club who later unloaded it to a fishing syndicate.

Six months before the abduction, they sold it on to...

We don't know. We're still waiting on the search.

Land registry records officer. They're crap!

How come you know so much about fishing? Dark secrets!

No, I used to do a bit when I was a boy.

I'm so stupid! I know who can tell us who owns it. You've got some, er...

God! What?! Ergh! Jesus Christ!

You stupid, immature tosser! Careful! You're standing on them.

Is this your idea of a joke?! They're not mine, they're his!

You arseholes! I left the lid up so they wouldn't suffocate!

Eurgh! I don't think she likes you keeping your maggots in the fridge.

She's madly in love with you and uses aggression to mask her true feelings. I'm not joking.

She doesn't shout at him, does she? Doesn't call him a tosser.

A stupid immature tosser. Even when she finds out it's his fault.

Finds out! Officially, you grassed him up. You ratted on me.

Only cos you weren't man enough to own up. There wasn't time.

You'd sold me down the river. Squealer! Snitch!

Piss off!

Now, this lot know everyone.

Been here forever. Sold fishing tackle to Moses.

Run by big Nicky sewatt and Kenny Rogers.

Not the Kenny Rogers? Yeah.

Not Ruby don't take your love to town Kenny Rogers? Eh?

He's at the Weir and there's these two Bosnians with a tennis net...

Oi, Robbie, here, richworth sent these flavour samples. Indian spice.

..With a tennis net that they've nicked from Vicky park.

One geezer either side the canal, and they're dragging it!

They're trawling... Oh, shit! Gerry standing!

Kenny?

Oi, Kenny!

Kenny!

Kenny! He ain't pukka old bill any more!

Kenny, come on. Pack it in!

Kenny!

So you were running from him because he was chasing you,

and you were chasing him because he was running from you!

When I was in the job, I nicked him eight times.

Seven. The fifth one didn't stick.

No wonder Kenny legged it. He was always sniffing around here.

He was knocking out bent gear at the back door!

We're not interested in what you're up to. What d'you want? Information.

What's the test curve on this? A pound and a half...

I'm not telling you nothing.

What do you know about the fishery up at raiscott?

- Thorne valley lakes? - No, the overgrown one.

You mean the pit of doom?

Yeah, yeah. Very bad place, very unlucky.

Lad nearly drowned there when they first flooded it.

Those two lads got snatched from there.

- And yatesy got his beating there. - Who's yatesy?

Bob yates.

Bob yates. Former holder of the British carp record.

What beating?

He did articles for carp world about discovering this unfished lake which everyone ignored,

but he theorised there was a record carp in it,

but when they did a night-fishing session someone gave him a kicking.

I want a shimano bait runner and a spool of Berkeley big game.

You're gonna pay for this? Who owns it now?

What? The pit of doom? Yeah.

- You mean you don't know? - No.

They don't know!

The metropolitan police sports and social club?!

They got so embarrassed over the abduction they stopped using it,

first for six months, then a year.

Meanwhile, the fishing section went next door.

In the end they never reopened. Been trying to off-load it ever since.

Ok, ok. But then five years ago...

Bob yates was found unconscious on June 16th...

First day of the season. ..By a dog Walker.

Multiple injuries consistent with being beaten by a baseball bat.

British carp record holder. Top angler. Ex record holder!

Sorry, you have completely lost me.

We're investigating the abduction of two 10-year-old boys, are we not?

Now what are you saying? That this guy also had a pathological hatred for men in green waders?!

Pit of doom's too deep for waders.

The beating and abduction happened in the same place.

What if we're trying to make the wrong connection?

Maybe it's not what happened, but where it happened?

It's the pit that connects the boys to the beating.

Someone should at least go and see yates. I'll go. We'll all go.

Oh, no! Except Jack. Thank you. But if this doesn't pan out...

Brian! ..We drop the fishing angle. Agreed? Ok.

Gerry: Very yummy.

Blimey! Is there a lot of money in fishing?

Not a bean. The opposite in fact.

Britain's most popular sport, britain's worst-funded sport.

So how come...? An amazing fluke of luck and copyright.

I used to design album covers.

Yeah? Started in the late '60s.

I was hot for about 10 years, just enough to...

Yeah, it's nice. What've you got stocked in here?

Commons, mirrors, grass carp, a few koi.

We experiment with all carp. Experiment?

We do hybrids. We mess around with mixing strains,

as well as some genetically historical strains, rare breeds.

What can you tell us about your beating?

It hurt. I know it's not helpful, but I don't remember a thing.

I don't even remember going fishing that day. I had head injuries.

Did you see any other vehicles? Any other fishermen?

I wish I could help. It's a blank.

Total amnesia.

Strange I know, but everything that happened - completely gone.

Who d'you think did it? The essex carp mafia?

The colne valley thugs?

The carp record runner-up?

Fishing is a very small, very bitchy world.

You don't get to be a British record holder without treading on a few toes, sadly.

Governor!

Phone rings

Jack halford. Jack, I'm at the farm.

The funny farm? What? Nothing. Jack, listen, we've got a suspect.

My wife's away, but her very good friend, Helena's husband, is a qc.

Should I call him? I'd really rather not bother him.

We need you to remember the night of August the 14th 1979.

Ok. Well, that's the thing. You see, I can.

Anal retention. Terrible anal retention. Not just me.

Anglers generally. We have this overriding compulsion to catalogue the piddling minutiae of our lives.

Are you saying you keep records? Diaries. Volumes.

I'm like a teenage schoolgirl. Worse probably.

I have no particular excuse other than vanity and a compulsive quest for order.

Mr Lane, you're a fisherman - compulsion, neatness, order.

I'm making sense, aren't I?

Phone my assistant Judy. She knows where they are. She'll tell you exactly what I was doing that night.

- Is that on your office number? - Yes.

- I'll do that now. - My god, how embarrassing!

Right. So now tell us about the equipment in your garage.

Well, I know it's weird. And the syringes always give it this air of, I don't know, something sleazy,

but in fish farming, and it's not a big world,

but everyone, absolutely everyone, has a bath and oxygen cylinders and a heap of syringes.

The bath is used to isolate the fish when they need treatment,

and the syringes are used for localised treatment and the oxygen just keeps them alive.

So why didn't Brian know about it? Thank you. Brian catches fish, he doesn't breed them! Well?

For the whole of August 1979,

yates was in India on a tea plantation where they only grow white tea.

Sounds very nice. Great(!) So it wasn't him. Not even close.

There you go. So the current record, the one that beat yours,

came from the Thorne valley fishery, the place just next door to the pit?

Well, that's the official version.

You don't think the fish was caught in Thorne valley?

Where else could it have come from? Why don't you ask the fish?

I have let them go to the zoo to interview a fish.

This is getting more bizarre by the minute. You want to see bizarre?

Oh, god!

These people! That is unbelievable.

Phone rings

Pullman, hello.

Sorry, who? Esther, Esther Lane.

Oh, Esther! I'm sorry, I was on another planet.

I just wondered, I, er... Please say if it's not appropriate.

I just wondered if I could have a word with you,

in private. Do you mind?

No, not at all.

How about four o'clock?

Ok. Right. No, it's fine.

I'll see you then.

Right, bye-bye. Esther?

Yeah, she's worried about Brian.

He seems on good form at the moment.

Almost normal.

Clarissa was the first carp to be brought here, in 1961.

Nobody had ever seen one that big. Broke all records. 44 pounds!

They were queuing round the block.

Carp fishermen. Of course. Clarissa?

You catch a record carp, you get to name it and it gets to come and live here.

- What did you call yours? - The cardinal.

And what's this one's name?

Tallulah, from the native American choctaw word for leaping water.

- That's nice. - Bloody stupid name.

- Bernice Webster. - Mr yates.

Bernice knows more about carp physiognomy and genetics than the rest of us ever will. Oh?

Sadly, bernice is not a fan of angling.

I don't object to fishing.

I just object to the pathetic saddos that do it.

These gentlemen, bernice, are police officers.

Fishing? Well, I only want to know whether

it's just a hobby that's popped up again, or a work thing. Well, it's...

Oh, I'm doing the wrong thing, aren't I? No, not at all. Honestly.

You know what Brian's like.

You know how he gets when he...

How he... well, he gets so...

Enthusiastic...

When he gets something in his head.

Barry brownlow, the current record holder, says he caught this tallulah at Thorne valley lakes,

but you don't think... I have no opinion on the matter.

But you don't think it came from Thorne valley, do you?

Look, I can't really express...

If I came out with anything publicly, it'd just sound like sour grapes.

The fact is this fish broke my record. End of story.

But if he's lying it shows that something dodgy's going on between Thorne valley and the pit of doom.

And that might lead us to who snatched Alan and Darryl.

Is there any way of telling where tallulah came from? It's a simple forensic procedure.

You take a fish scale sample and analyse the trace elements in it

and cross match it with a water sample from the lake.

What would we need to get a scale sample? My permission.

Let me guess, you wouldn't give it?

Correct.

What about you, Esther? Hobbies?

Apart from looking after Brian?

Well, I've tried lots of things.

Evening classes mainly.

Yoga, pottery...

Tap dancing...

Needle point, Spanish...

How about a glass of wine? I don't think... oh, go on. Well, just a little one.

We could always get a court order. Feel free.

I don't think you quite understand how serious this is.

The case we've reopened involved the abduction of two 10-year-old boys.

And whoever took them is still out there.

A scale from that fish will tell you nothing, except that it's lived in that tank for four years.

Any residual trace elements have been flushed out its system.

You need a sample taken from the time it was caught.

Didn't you take scale samples when it first arrived?

Yes, we did. Do you still have them? Yes, we do.

Can we use them? Won't be any use to you unless you have a sample of the lake water for comparison.

Mobile phone rings

Gerry. Where are you? In the car.

That's good. We need you to do something.

Wings flutter

Rustling

animal screeches

How come you're allowed to smoke in here?

It's my laboratory.

I thought all laboratories had to be sterile.

We have a match! Tallulah lived in the lake where this sample came from.

Abnormally high magnesium carbonate content.

Brownlow's lying. He didn't catch his carp where he said he did.

It came from pit of doom, not Thorne valley.

We get quite a pilgrimage here,

to meet me and talk about the night I broke the record.

I've never had a group of officers before. It's nice.

Now, discovery channel did a whole one hour dramatised reconstruction of the night I broke the record.

Usually, visitors like to kick off with that.

It throws up all sorts of questions. You lied, mr brownlow. I beg your...

You lied about where you caught the fish. It wasn't from Thorne valley.

Maybe you didn't even catch it at all.

Are you going to take my record away? Tell us about that night.

I've got sponsorship deals... Look!

Would you rather do this down at the station?

I was fishing a night session at Thorne valley.

In the island swim.

I had nothing all night.

Nothing all week. Nothing all season, really, to speak of.

And... i got woken up by a man.

What man? He didn't exactly introduce himself.

He had this big wet sack.

It was tallulah.

The biggest carp I've ever seen.

So you pretended you'd caught it and claimed the record.

Well, he told me to. He knew how big it was.

He told you to? He told me to call the records committee immediately.

Did he say anything else?

He told me if I mentioned him or what happened, to anyone,

he'd come and find me.

Find out where I lived and... My family...

How old are you, mr brownlow?

42.

'What a weasel.'

no. He's just a boring little man who had a sniff of excitement.

Fame on a plate. Hard to resist. How could you live with yourself...?

Or he's an out-and-out liar.

No, he's not a liar. How d'you know?

Well, he's 42. In 1979, he would've been 16.

A 16-year-old abducting two 10-year-olds and driving them around in a Van for two days? No.

Not my idea of joy riding. He's telling the truth.

Why did the man with the sack give away a record fish? If he caught it, why didn't he claim it?

It's not exactly the behaviour of a fish-kissing carp world centrefold, is it? No.

And since people don't know that carp was caught in the pit,

the other fishery... Thorne valley. Yeah. Thorne valley,

has been packed ever since.

A scam to make Thorne valley famous?

Or... or maybe it was a scam to make the pit infamous.

Cos if word had got out, the pit would have been packed. Yeah.

And then yates is beaten to a pulp?

It's massive negative publicity.

Yeah. And as soon as that begins to wane the lake next door claims the British record.

Who's going to want to fish in what looks like a stinking pit when next door there's potential record water?

Like I said - it's the where, not the what and the why.

Brian! Brian!

Brian! Come on, help him.

Help him. What? Help him!

There you go, get hold of that.

Blimey. It's Robbie Duke!

He laughs

saying nothing's not going to help you, Robbie.

You're under suspicion for the abduction of Alan hall and Darryl hogarty.

And grievous bodily harm, maybe attempted murder, on Bob yates.

Saying nothing's only going to make things worse. So you say.

Robbie, I know your brother Danny was behind all this.

You may think he's smarter than you, but he's the one serving life.

Don't let him drag you there as well. Danny's very sick, Robbie.

Knocking over safe deposit vaults in Kensington may be very smart,

but kidnapping and torturing the vault manager's wife?

Until her husband coughed up the combinations. It wasn't torture.

He just threatened her a little bit.

The gang got away with millions, didn't they? Jewellery, cash, bonds.

But Danny didn't. Forensics put him right at the heart of the torture.

Blood, prints, semen. No, no! Robbie...

Danny was on remand before the firm had even divvied up the haul.

Stop it! It's tricky,

being on the inside and relying on your colleagues on the outside to look after your share,

keep it safe until you get out. Who would you trust? Kith or kin?

No question. Kin every time.

I never hurt the boys! I could've done.

I didn't have to let them go. You didn't let them go. They escaped.

Yeah. They forced the back doors of the Van.

I left it half locked! I left it so they just had to push it a bit.

I let 'em go. I ain't stupid!

I didn't want to let her go.

Her?

Is she in the lake, Robbie? Which "her" is in the lake, Robbie?

My... carp.

I knew she was a record when I saw her in the lake.

Ages before I caught her. I could've had the record for me.

I caught it, I found it.

But I had to give it to that twonk at Thorne valley.

"Keep people away from the pit, Robbie."

My name should have been next to the carp record weight.

So, in the lake... she's in the zoo now. It's not right.

She should be in the lake.

Yeah, but what is in the lake?

Oi, come on, Brian. We've done well.

How? We've solved three unsolved crimes.

Yates's beating, Alan's abduction.

And now we've found the proceeds of a rather nasty robbery.

I can't wait to see Danny Duke's face, when we tell him we've found his pension fund.

And any reason to piss off Danny Duke, you know you've done well.

But, Gerry, I wanted to get the m25 abductor.

Look, operation Jenny is still ongoing.

They know what they're doing.

Yeah. I know. I suppose I just hoped we'd get him.

Yeah. I really wanted to get him.

Yeah, I know.

Come on, mate, let's go. What, you're not interested?

No. No, you're right.

There are more important things to worry about.

Hold on!

Hello, Danny.

Gerry standing! I thought you'd gone to hell where you belong.

Must've just been a dream!

Colour suits you.

This is superintendent Pullman.

Nice. Delegation, Danny. Hardest aspect of management.

Finding reliable work colleagues and then being able to safely delegate responsibility to them.

She's very good. She put out much? Your little brother did a good job.

Too good really. Yes, he guarded what he had to guard very well.

It was those other toerags who were supposed to share out your portion who weren't quite so conscientious.

Yeah, poor old Robbie.

Spent the best part of 25 years guarding your big box.

What a waste of time.

I got plenty of time.

And I've got a lovely picture of the inside of your box.

Looks more like the inside of your head.

Rocks.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, we used to break them.

Not any more. All TV and soft toilet rolls these days.

You don't believe me?

Believe you?! You're so full of shite you look like a spetic tank.

Yeah, well, I've got loads of other pictures.

Wonder what your little friends in d block will think, eh?

Have a nice day!

What was all that stuff with the photos?

In a big Nick, if everyone inside thinks you've got a big chunk

of cash from your last job waiting for you,

you get treated with a certain degree of respect.

So if everyone knows you got nothing because your double-crossing mates have conned you out of it...

You're so cynical.

I thought you'd given up! Yeah, I did.

But you've got to be careful. Got to watch the old waistline.

Give up for too long, start piling the pounds on. Not in the car.

Two, three, four, five, six, seven, and...

You really do make a fabulous man!

Years of practice!

♪ 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 gettin' 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... ♪

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