Original subtitles

Ladies and gentlemen,

today we need heroes more than ever before.

The men and women you will meet tonight

are bright stars that light our way

in the darkness of an increasingly confused,

blah-De-blah-De-blah, Yah-De-Yah-De-Yah-da.

The last one to the bar's a prat.

[Playful music]

Pete.

Pete!

Gerry standing, I don't believe it.

I don't believe this.

I'm home, I am home in england's green, a pleasant land!

Oi, oi, oi, leave it out, you're not the pope!

17 years, 17 years I've been away!

Yeah, well, save me the trip

down memory Lane, will you, son?

And in case it has escaped your memory,

technically you are still an escaped criminal.

Now come on!

Whoa, whoa!

Not so fast, Gerry, I've got bunions.

Bunions?

Here, you've put on a bit of suet, ain't you, Gerry?

The old barnet's a bit thinner now!

Those bunions give you jip, do they?

- Bloody agony. - Yeah?

[Suitcase bangs]

Welcome home.

Gerry!

♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

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

♪ it's all right, I say, it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ it's all right, we're doing fine ♪

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

♪ it's all right, I say, it's okay ♪

♪ we're getting to the end of the day ♪

[Gerry] Come on, how much further?

I'm not driving you around all day.

- Stop! - Eh?

[Pete] Stop!

[Gerry] What?

What the hell's going...

What's going on?

Where's the George and drag?

Hang on, where's the bleeding road?

What have they done with the east end, Gerry?

[Gerry scoffs]

[Upbeat marching band music]

Hit the wrong button.

That was "colonel bogey" from bridge over the river kwai,

as interpreted by the band of the grenadier guards.

He actually meant to play Tom Jones singing "sex bomb."

[Sandra laughs]

It's me new laptop.

- Is it? - Yeah, it's fully loaded.

It's got this amazing music programme.

This kind of digital music library.

I've converted my entire collection

of long-playing band marching records to mp3 format.

I've got the whole bloody lot on my hard drive.

Look, it's incredible!

Each individual sound wave is transmogrified.

Brian, Brian.

Not that I don't find

this conversation endlessly fascinating,

but do you think we could reschedule it

for a more convenient time?

Not at all.

When do you fancy?

How about when hell freezes over?

Where's Gerry?

And don't say emergency dental work again, it demeans you.

He's gone to see an informant

to follow up a line of inquiry.

Oh, yeah?

Rang him last night to say he had

some fresh information on the finsbury park job.

April 26th, 1987.

A three-man team hit the gs bank.

It was a right botch-up.

They left without any money.

Probably because one of the cashiers

had his face blown away.

Had all the hallmarks of one ray cook.

[Sandra] Ray cook.

[Brian] They could never pin it on him, though.

I heard him on the radio coming into work this morning.

How having a history as a psychopathic gangster

qualifies you to be a celebrity is beyond me.

Well, he's a respected author now.

Yeah, and I'm a virgin.

This informant of Gerry's, is he reliable?

Oh, yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Can't wait.

You're probably wondering what brought me back.

[Gerry] Not really.

It's my son Danny's 18th on Thursday.

[Gerry] So, what exactly am I looking for down here, Pete?

I haven't seen him or Linda in 17 years.

I couldn't not be there.

- Not for my lad's 18th. - Urgh.

This is like looking for a needle

in a very dark, very smelly haystack.

I knew it'd be risky, so I thought to myself,

"if you give that nice Mr. Standing

something he'll appreciate,

he'll make sure nothing remiss happens."

Stand-up standing we used to call you.

[Gerry] Here, hold on.

Hold on!

A-ha!

There you go!

Have a look at that.

So, what is it?

Search me, all I was told is

everything you need to know was down there.

Oh, no, don't tell me that's a souvenir.

A tape.

Oh.

Hold on, there's something else down here.

Well, have a dig around.

Might be something important.

There you go.

Pete?

Pete?

[Comical, defeated music]

He's gone again, the little bugger!

[Upbeat, whimsical music]

You going to play with that thing all day?

[Laughing]

I've just been going through the original file.

Cook's got a rock-solid alibi.

Which was?

He was in the London hospital

at his beloved mother's deathbed.

Says who?

His signature.

Mr. R cook on the organ release form.

Funny how his sort always love their mothers.

Quite happy to kill anybody else's, of course.

We just don't have any evidence to nail him.

I'm back bearing gifts.

Oh, where have you been?

[Gerry] Have a look at this.

Oh, 12-bore, double-barrelled shotgun.

Hm.

Sawn off to 10 inches.

The weapon of choice for your career bank robber

in the late '80s, including ray cook.

Who was at his dear mother's bedside

at the time of the robbery.

Oh, charming.

What's that?

- It's a tape. - Of what?

I don't know, kajagoogoo's greatest hits?

Oh, come on, we've got to have a go.

All right, we'll do it.

I just don't want any cock-ups.

That shooter goes straight to ballistics.

And the tape should be logged, bagged

and sent to the forensic audiologist.

I don't want anyone mucking around with this stuff.

Is that clear?

- Yep. - Absolutely.

Oh!

[Jack] Oh, Gerry!

Do you think I don't know?

This is original cctv footage of the raid.

Now, outside, there was a driver in a white transit Van

that had been stolen in chiswick the previous week.

Now, the other two guys who we can see here were both armed,

one with a sawn-off shotgun, the other a handgun.

Now, here's our man.

Now, just watch what happens next.

They start to threaten the cashiers,

who duly oblige by emptying the tills.

[Sandra] Who's that arguing with the shooter?

Phil Henderson.

Phil Henderson, the have-a-go hero.

Brave bloke.

Bloody idiot!

Why's he risking his life to protect someone else's money?

The bank's insured.

That's a little cynical, Sandra!

I suppose the charitable view would be that

he feels some old-fashioned

sense of responsibility, selflessness.

[Dramatic music]

And the vicious git who did that is still out there.

That could have been ray cook a couple of decades ago.

Sawn-off shotgun, same build, same sort of crime.

His autobiography's out.

"The hardest geezer in town."

I got it at the airport today.

Airport?

Yeah, my grass came back.

Pete mackintyre.

Holiday?

[Laughs] Hardly.

He jumped prison in '88 and he spent the rest of the time

ducking and diving all over the world.

And he's back because?

His son's 18th.

He wants to be there.

How heart-warming.

So, you were the welcoming committee

for a convicted criminal

who's been on the run for the last 18 years?

Yeah.

Well, you'd better pray that the evidence you brought in

helps us nail ray cook.

Guv, guv?

This information wasn't free.

Sure, Gerry.

As long as you're okay with the official procedure

for registering informants.

Bring him in, give him a risk assessment,

formal contract, pseudonym,

and then put him on the database.

And then present me with the appropriate receipts.

Shouldn't be a problem.

[Humorous music]

[Laughing]

Bloody hell.

Gerry standing.

Hello, Linda.

Don't tell me another wife's slung you out.

Oh, no, no.

Listen, have you seen Pete?

Are you having a laugh?

No, not really.

You'd better come in.

Thank you.

Switch the telly off, love.

This is my son, Danny.

- Hiya. - Hello, Danny.

What's wrong, Gerry?

Has something happened to him?

No, no, no, but he's back.

He hasn't been in touch?

Not so much as a phone call or a postcard,

not for 17 bleeding years.

Well, I picked him up from the airport,

then he buggered off again.

Oh, these are for you and Danny from Pete.

It's his birthday on Thursday.

We're having a party.

Yeah, Pete said.

He remembered.

You should never have let him get banged up, Gerry.

Prison is no place for a grass.

He was guilty!

Since when does that make a blind bit of difference?

He must have been terrified in there, and because of that,

my son's had to grow up without a father.

Did he know ray cook?

Pete knew everyone.

That was his business, other people's secrets.

That stuff can get you killed, though, can't it?

Where is he, Gerry?

Are you being straight with me?

No, no, he's all right, he'll turn up.

Look, if you hear anything, give us a call, will you?

- Okay. - Cheers.

I'll let myself out.

Actually, I'm trying to trace a,

what do you call it?

Organ donor release form.

Yeah, signed by ray cook on April the 26th, 1987.

Yeah, that's right.

[Laughing]

Hey, hey, hey, the robbery.

On the tape, it's the robbery!

Yeah, yeah, well, as quick as you can, please.

Thank you.

Have a listen through these.

It's a bit unclear, but you can just make out

what sounds like shouting and hollering.

Then there's a bang.

It's a sawn-off, I'll stake my life on it.

[Gunshot bangs on tape]

He's right.

I think he's right!

I'm always right.

For I am the man they call Brian Lane.

Blimey, I'm impressed.

It normally takes forensics

eight weeks to return anything.

[Laughs] Yeah.

You did send it off, Brian?

Well, actually...

I'm sorry.

I thought I'd made myself perfectly clear,

but apparently not.

Or is it that you've simply shown

a flagrant disregard for police procedure again?

No, guv'nor, I haven't.

I sent the tape yesterday.

I delivered it by hand.

I just downloaded it first onto my computer.

You know, like colonel bogey, remember?

I don't care how much of a resident genius you are,

I will not tolerate insubordination

on a major murder inquiry.

Bloody clever, though.

We've got a tape recording of the robbery.

Ah, is cook on it?

[Sandra] Can't tell yet.

Well, tread carefully.

He may be a vicious psychopath,

but the public love him and he interviews very well.

Who have you spoken to from the original team?

No one as yet.

There was a dci braithwaite who led the inquiry,

but he died in January.

And then ds Rob petty, who was second in command.

Oh, that shit-bag.

Ah.

Well, I'm sure you'll act with discretion,

regardless of any personal feelings.

Six o'clock tonight?

I'll pick you up.

Oh, no, no, don't worry, I'll get a taxi.

[Strickland] Oh, well, I thought we were

going to have a quick drink first.

Well, I don't think i'm going to have much time,

but thank you.

Okay.

- I'll see you at 6:30, then. - Okay.

[Brian] What's he look like, this Geoff lyons?

No idea.

Is he still working for the bank?

Not any more.

He was the bank's head of security

at the time of the murder.

- Jack halford? - Geoff lyons?

Yeah.

Oh, thank you for helping us out.

This is a colleague of mine, Brian Lane.

Ah.

How do you do?

It's all fixed, they're expecting us.

More cameras than there used to be,

but it hasn't really changed.

Halford?

Did we ever meet through the memorial trust?

Your ex-job?

Yeah, left in '85.

Where would ex-coppers be without the security industry?

In the back garden with a watering can.

[Mysterious music]

[Geoff] Well, gentlemen, come this way.

I'm sure we'll be able to sort you out, one way or another.

The electronic lock on this door.

Wasn't working, was it?

Oh, the engineers had recently fitted a new alarm system.

It was a bit temperamental.

It's all in the original investigation.

Anyway, I was area head of security, so I got the blame.

Sacked?

Yeah.

I'm a travel agent now.

Worse thing that can happen is

someone's luggage ends up in Reykjavik. [Laughs]

This way.

It was a terrible thing.

Terrible.

Have you met him yet?

Ray cook?

No, not yet.

Our paths crossed a couple of times.

He's a nasty piece of work.

Then he gets an o-level, tells a few jokes on the telly

and now he's a darling of the cocktail set.

I hope you can make this one stick, I really do.

[Buzzing]

Or they could have been buzzed through, of course.

Sorry?

The cashier presses a buzzer under the desk

and the door opens.

Someone could have buzzed the robbers through.

You talking about an inside man?

They interviewed everybody here, including me.

And?

Well, nothing.

Everyone was as clean as a whistle.

Has anyone checked our have-a-go hero Phil Henderson?

What, the victim?

Yeah, just 'cause he was killed

doesn't mean he wasn't involved.

Check out his pob, where he grew up, et cetera, et cetera.

And see if he could have crossed paths with ray cook.

Yeah, all right.

Jack, could I have a word?

Am I a cynic?

I mean, I know it goes with the job and everything-

- do you drink too much? - No.

- Do you take backhanders? - No.

Do you beat your wife?

Unlikely scenario, but no.

Then you've nothing to worry about.

You're just doing your job.

Sometimes wonder what the job is doing to me.

Ah.

Ah!

Eureka!

Hoxton!

[Both] Hoxton?

[Gerry] Both ray cook and Phil Henderson come from hoxton.

That is more than a coincidence.

[Child roars]

[Chattering]

[Children roaring]

Mr. Cook?

Excuse me?

Ah, morning, gentlemen, and the beautiful lady, of course.

Jack halford, Gerry standing, Brian Lane,

and I'm detective superintendent Sandra Pullman.

Charmed.

This is sue from save the sumatran tiger.

[Ray roars]

You'll be shocked to hear that

there are people who are prepared

to cut the genitalia off these beautiful beasts

and re-market it as an aphrodisiac

for some lazy, fat ponce who can't get his leg over.

But apparently you can go all night.

Drives the ladies crazy.

Takes them to a different place entirely.

Such as finsbury park, 1987?

Just a minute, sue.

I think you're a little out of touch with this, Sandra.

I'm a best-selling author,

not some toe-rag you can jump on day or night

whenever the fancy takes you.

Now, if you want an appointment,

you go and ring my secretary, okay?

[Fast-paced, mysterious music]

Come on, you little monsters,

let's get the show on the road, yeah?

- Lovely. - Ray.

[Children roaring]

We're investigating a bank robbery.

Whoa.

It's not too serious, apart from the fact

that some bloke got his face shot off.

Okay, give you five.

We found a gun.

Oh, good for you.

Yeah, sawn-off 12-bore.

You always fancied a sawn-off, didn't you, ray?

The old urban cowboy shooting the ceiling tiles out.

Listen to me, you mugs,

that finsbury park job was a bloody disgrace.

They left empty-handed,

and they decorated the gaff with some prat's face.

Does that sound like a ray cook job?

My name and reputation is my brand.

It's my business, okay?

Interview over.

[Gerry] We still need to know

what you were doing that day.

Now, I'm only going to say this once.

On April 26th, 1987, my mother breathed

her last painful breaths in a London hospital.

Now, following a massive aneurism,

she suffered bravely and in great pain until the end.

Now, where do you think I was that day?

Do you think I was out doing some poxy bank job,

or at my mother's bedside?

It was my mother dying in the hospital, you bastards!

Cameras may love you, ray, but I don't.

Now, if you shot Phil Henderson, I'm going to prove it,

and then it won't be some tiger's nuts

that'll need saving, it'll be yours.

[Ray laughs]

What's funny?

Not funny, just amusing, Sandra.

Care to share it?

Yeah, I mean, there's you,

the hard-arsed fast-tracked female copper

and me, the glamorous former villain.

I mean, it's all role playing, isn't it?

How's that, then?

I mean, let me ask you.

What do you see when you look at me?

I mean, do you see a villain, or you see a man?

A man who had the bottle to go out

and grab what he wanted out of life.

No matter what your mothers teach you,

men like me excite women like you.

We make your pulses race.

Oh, yeah, you know, you may spend your life hunting us down,

but you still want to have our kids.

Now, a more educated man than myself

might find that somewhat ironic.

[Sandra laughs]

See you soon, ray.

Yeah, can't be too soon, mate.

[Ray laughs]

What do you want?

Will you sign this for the wife, please, ray?

If you paid for it, I'll sign it.

Actually, I nicked it off my mate.

Yeah, I'm not surprised, you villain.

Will you put "to Esther, with love"?

To Esther,

with love,

ray cook.

Smashing.

- Yeah, enjoy it. - Thank you.

All I'm saying is he's got a point.

Why blow away your own inside man?

Because ray cook's a nasty, raving psychopath,

and that's reason enough in my book.

Yeah, but he still has an alibi.

Bollocks to his alibi.

Once Phil was no longer useful, bang!

Dead men don't talk.

And the original inquiry didn't

make the connection between Phil and ray.

[Sandra] No, because they never suspected the victim.

They weren't cynical enough.

Oh, knockout!

Sandra, you look enchanting.

Cheers, Jack.

She's going out with Mr. Strickland.

Where to?

You're not my dad, it's none of your business.

Fair enough.

But I want you in by 10:30.

[Laughing]

Gerry, have you talked to Rob petty yet?

And have you tracked down Pete mackintyre?

[Brian laughs]

Why are you laughing?

His mother's dying.

Oh, dear.

Bye.

Have a good time.

I can't believe her and strickland.

It's work.

[Gerry scoffs]

He was oozing all over her, all over my bleeding desk.

[Jack] Nonsense.

I bet you he's trying to pull her.

Let's follow her and find out.

I can't, I'm snowed under.

50.

100 and you're on.

Brian?

Get your coat.

[Mysterious music]

Put your foot down or we'll lose her.

It's a built-up area.

[Gerry scoffs]

"On April 26th, 1987,

my mother was breathing her last painful breaths."

Ah, there she is, there she is, I can see her.

"She suffered bravely and in..."

He was quoting from his autobiography.

That man's got an ego bigger than essex.

Jack, you got those witness statements?

At the office.

A doctor and two nurses stated they saw him

at his mother's bedside about 11:50am.

And he signed an organ release form just after she died.

What time did she die?

1:10 in the afternoon.

Yeah, and the bank raid kicked off at 12:42.

So, he's in the clear.

[Gerry] Hey, what we stopping for?

[Jack] Relax, will you?

Look over there.

[Gerry] I can't see anything.

She's presenting an award.

It's the hero of the year dinner.

What, and you knew?

Yes, and you owe me 100 quid.

Git.

Anyway, I still reckon he wants to slip her one.

Let's go and see what's going on.

Ladies and gentlemen, before we start our presentation,

I'd like to introduce you to our speaker for this evening.

She's a lady who's been working very hard

with a very successful ucos team.

Detective chief superintendent Sandra Pullman.

[Audience applauding]

Hello, Gerry.

On duty?

Guarding us vips?

Twat.

Sorry, did you say something?

What?

Did you call me a prat?

Me?

No.

Ask the lads.

I called you a twat.

- [Cymbal crashes] - Ladies and gentlemen,

today we need heroes more than ever before.

Sandra's done a marvellous job with ucos.

The results are second to none.

- It's a crack squad. - Are bright stars

that light our way in the darkness

of an increasingly confused and violent society.

And I sincerely hope that this award

demonstrates the value...

- Get off! - [Grunting]

Of selflessness in a society...

[Exciting music]

- Come on, then! - [Grunting]

Considered...

Considered by many to be selfish and uncaring.

[Man] Come on, get him!

The immense personal courage

displayed by PC John finten

in apprehending an armed criminal single...

[Grunting]

Ladies and gentlemen, PC John finten!

[Audience applauding]

What the hell's going on?

Go home now, or I will kill you!

Who are you?

Dci Rob petty.

Oh.

Nice to meet you.

[Peaceful music]

I'll be in touch.

I'm very sorry about Gerry,

he's under a lot of pressure at work, home.

And he's experienced quite a bit of serious dental work.

It's okay.

I'm embarrassed, it was stupid of me.

What was it all about?

God knows.

Ancient history.

Which way you going?

- North-west. - So am I,

come on, I'll give you a lift.

Oh, most kind of you.

- Here, allow me. - Thank you.

[Rob] I'm just glad to be out of there, to be honest.

[Sandra] Yeah, me too.

Why'd you go?

I'm a hero.

Yes, I know, difficult to believe.

The croydon bank raid, 1980.

You know about it?

Yeah, I've been doing a lot of reading up

on ray cook recently.

Ray started shooting.

Chris was in the way.

He's the guy I was with earlier.

I ran in and...

Tried to get the gun?

And failed.

I got an award.

Chris got a wheelchair.

So, you have a bit of a history with Mr. Cook, then?

Yeah, you could put it like that.

I never did manage to get the man sent down,

despite everything that happened with Chris.

So, why the sudden interest in cook, anyway?

We've re-opened the finsbury park bank case.

Really?

Mm, new information.

Actually, I was hoping to bump into you tonight.

It would be really handy if you

came along to the office and talked to us.

Anything.

Anything to put ray cook behind bars, you can count on me.

Ah.

You and I are going to get along very well.

Come on, Brian.

Hang on, listen.

"Richard, on the other hand, was a little goody-goody.

Never did anything wrong.

So I made my step-brother's life so crap

that he disappeared when he was 16

and went to live with his mum."

Ray cook had a step-brother?

I didn't know that.

Yeah, Richard cook.

That's Richard with an r.

Yes, I know how you spell Richard.

Yes, I know you know.

What was the exact signature on the organ donor form?

- R cook. - R cook.

So, what if it was Richard that signed the form,

and not ray?

Brian, you might have blown ray cook's alibi

clean out of the water.

Come on.

[Brian] Oi!

Brian!

Watch out for cyclists.

Dickhead.

Wanker.

Oh, hello.

Must be Pete's phone.

- Got it. - Got what?

Eileen cook's organ release form.

Where?

Just picked it up.

[Jack] You're right, they're different.

I'll ring Sandra.

And tell her we now have incontrovertible proof

that Ray's alibi is a load of old balls.

Nurse Abrahams has confirmed your theory, Brian.

Ray cook never signed those forms.

Good work.

Graphic equaliser.

If that's a term of endearment

on your planet of origin, I'll accept it gratefully.

I've got a built-in graphic equaliser.

Listen to what happens when I play our tape through it.

[Henderson] What's going on?

What's going on?

That's Henderson arguing with the gunman.

[Henderson] Ray, what's going on?

- He's saying, "ray." - Ray.

What's going on?

Clear as day, he's saying, "ray."

Gerry, I want to see you now!

[Henderson] Ray?

You've seriously disappointed me, Gerry.

If you have a personal grievance against another officer...

If Gerry hadn't bought Ray's autobiography,

we'd have never have cracked his alibi.

That's no excuse for thumping Rob petty

in front of 500 assembled vips.

What is it between those two anyway?

Who knows?

Some bad blood best forgotten.

[Strickland] Consider this a formal warning.

He wants to nominate me for next year's awards.

[Jack] Here we are, then.

Two brown sauce.

- Thank you. - Cheers, Jack.

[Jack] One red.

[Brian] Ta.

You're telling me that petty is coming in here?

What exactly is your problem with him?

He's got stupid hair.

What?

Look, I don't want to discuss it.

But he deserved it, right?

It goes back to the '70s.

He saved his mate's life.

That croydon job was a disaster.

Listen, any police operation has failed

if you put your men or yourself in that kind of danger.

No, he instinctively risked his own neck

to save a colleague's life, that's-

part of the job, guv.

[Phone rings]

[Mysterious music]

Hello?

Who's that?

Hello?

Jack halford.

How are you?

Brian Lane.

Brian.

Oh, hello again.

And I believe you know Gerry standing.

Yeah, and I owe you an apology.

I was bloody stupid.

I don't know what got into me.

Oh, it's okay, I must have misheard you, anyway.

Cheers.

Oh, listen, listen, you still got that Austin-healey sprite?

God, no.

Nothing sadder than an old bloke buzzing around

in a two-seater soft-top, eh?

- Yeah. - [Rob chuckles]

So, what triggered this new investigation, then?

We found a gun.

A gun?

Yeah, one of Gerry's old informants.

You picked ray cook up after the croydon job,

but you never found a gun, yeah?

So, maybe he used the weapon

seven years later in finsbury park?

It's possible.

So, where did you find it?

You must really hate that ray cook, eh?

Chris will never walk again.

Phil Henderson had his face shot off.

Let's say he's not top of my Christmas card list, eh?

[Phone ringing]

Excuse me.

Oh.

Nothing urgent.

Listen, thanks for coming in

and I'm very sorry about your mate.

Well, do you want me to look at the gun?

No, no, you can't.

It's still with ballistics, innit?

Can we give you a bell when we get it back?

Yeah, yeah, course.

Well, that'll be smashing, thanks very much.

I'll catch up with you, Rob.

Yeah.

Cheers, see you later.

What was that all about?

He knows Pete mackintyre.

Pete left his phone in my car.

He rang Pete.

Now, when I phoned him back, he didn't answer.

Rob?

Do you know Pete mackintyre?

Yes, he was an informant for me in the 1980s.

He's...

He's just got back in the country.

How do you know that?

His wife Linda called me,

said he wanted to talk to me about something.

I can text you his number, if you like?

Oh, cheers, yeah, thanks, that'd be very helpful.

My pleasure.

- See you soon, I hope. - Okay, bye.

Happy?

He admits to knowing him.

Listen, Linda hasn't seen Pete mackintyre for 17 years.

There is no way she could give him his phone number.

Someone's been telling porkies.

Yeah.

"With exemplary bravery

and without a thought for his own..."

Blah, blah, blah.

Here, look at this, Jack.

Sodding Rob petty.

That's Geoff lyons.

Ex-security man at the bank.

[Mysterious music]

Right.

- Come on! - [Car horn blares]

Right.

- Idiot! - [Car horn blares]

What's going on?

Right.

[Woman] Get out the way!

[Man] Get off the road, you idiot!

Right.

Mm-hmm.

[Brian] I'll be able to use me firewire.

[Jack] I see.

[Brian] Ah, me phonos.

Now all I need is me bnc.

[Peaceful music]

Okay, fine, thank you very much.

I think we've got enough to give cook another tug.

Yeah, well, don't start popping the champagne yet.

That was ballistics.

And?

The wadding and the pellets

match the cartridge from the recovered gun.

So, it was the murder weapon?

But there are no prints.

So, he wiped the gun clean.

He'd just killed someone with it, it's hardly surprising.

But if we can't tie cook up to the gun,

we haven't got any evidence.

We can disprove cook's alibi,

we can tie him in with Henderson,

and we've got Henderson saying "ray"

just before he was shot.

Oh, have we indeed?

You know we have, you played it to me, remember?

I heard it with my own ears.

Right.

I'm going to have a chat with our Mr. Cook.

[Gerry] Jack?

Come and have a look at these.

Rob petty receiving his hero of the year award.

Geoff lyons.

And again, and again, and again.

When petty left newham, he moved to croydon Nick,

where his dci was one Geoffrey lyons.

They were both on the croydon raid,

along with Chris Collins, the guy in the wheelchair here.

In 1985, lyons quit the met

and became a security consultant.

So, how come you didn't make this connection, Brian?

Because unlike the universe,

my memory isn't constantly expanding.

I have to draw the line somewhere.

First petty knows cook, then Pete, and now lyons.

I mean, think about it.

They've both got the right hump with cook

because of the croydon raid.

So, when lyons becomes head of security at the bank,

they've got the perfect opportunity

to organise a blag, and fit cook up.

Yeah, but you're forgetting something.

Phil Henderson identifies ray cook on the tape.

Mm.

[Audience applauding]

All made up and nowhere to go.

Sandra, you just can't keep away, can you?

Thank you, ray.

Thanks, doll.

I know you weren't at your mother's deathbed, ray,

and I can prove it.

[Woman] Rehearsal, please.

We're ready for you, Mr. Cook.

I think your TV interview's gonna have to wait,

don't you think, ray?

[Woman] We've got a show to do.

Yeah, gotta go out, darling.

He'll be back in a tick.

[Sandra sighs]

You know, Gerry, all the time and effort

we've spent analysing that tape,

we've never asked ourselves the simple question.

How it came to exist?

Well, maybe one of the villains wanted a souvenir.

But why?

What would be the point?

It would be incriminating evidence against yourself.

Yeah, and against the others.

What, blackmail?

Insurance, maybe.

Well, it'd give you a bit of leverage

if the shit hit the fan, wouldn't it?

What sort of a mind would work like that?

Well, Pete mackintyre, for instance.

Wearing a wire was second nature to him,

but he was inside at the time.

And he's a grass, not a bank robber.

What Nick was he in?

Right, ready to roll.

I've matched sound to picture.

Now, watch what happens here, and listen carefully.

[Man] Let me see your hands!

Brian, we already know all this.

Patience, Gerry.

[Man] Come on!

[Ominous music]

[Henderson] Ray.

What's going on?

Now, let's try the same thing again,

but zooming in on Henderson.

Ray, what's going on?

Ray?

You know, the first time he says "ray",

it's a definite statement, but the second.

Ray?

Yeah, look at the face.

It's more of a question.

Exactly.

He thought it was ray cook, just like they'd planned.

But then he realises something's gone wrong.

He twigs it's not ray.

At which point, bang!

Then who the hell was it that shot Phil Henderson?

Bloody Nora!

What?

Your mate Pete mackintyre was not banged up

on the day of the robbery.

Where was he, then?

He was released for the day,

under the proviso of identifying unsolved burglaries.

Bloody hell, clear-ups.

In fact, two inmates were signed out

from edgware that day.

Pete mackintyre and one lol greaves,

and both by the same officer.

Oh, don't tell me.

Rob petty?

In one.

So, there's your three robbers then.

Pete, lol greaves and Rob petty.

Well, we'll never get lol greaves.

He was found hanging in his cell

two weeks after Pete went awol.

You know, I've got a horrible feeling

that the shooter was Pete.

Why?

Well, he didn't know anything about guns.

He couldn't handle them.

I bet you any money you like he panicked.

I'm gonna check this out with Linda.

[Audience applauding]

Yeah, done up or undone, what do you think's best?

-Undone, -undone, okay.

And the tie should be done up or undone?

Undone.

[Woman giggles]

Whoops.

I'll be back for you in a minute.

Yeah, okay.

So, that lovely passage in your book

about the death of your beloved mother

was actually a load of old Fanny.

Ah, look, I didn't exactly sign the forms,

but I was by her side most of the, well, some of the time.

Yeah, yeah, but then you left

for a prior engagement in finsbury park.

Look, Sandra, I have told you

I had nothing whatever to do with that.

And I should believe that why exactly?

Look, look, Sandra, i'm going to come clean with you,

because I'm a busy man, and quite frankly,

you're beginning to get on my tights.

Now, Phil Henderson was my man.

I had planned to do the job,

but some bunch of two-Bob amateurs beat me to it.

Now, some tosspot pretending to be me,

I wanted to waste him.

But I don't know what happened to him.

I looked for him everywhere,

he disappeared off the face of the earth.

Ba-boom, pah, that's it.

Finished.

- Are we okay? - Yeah, yeah, okay, yeah.

Okay, but piss off for now.

Yeah, bit of talking to do.

Right, anything else on your mind, darling?

So, where did you go after you left the hospital?

Down the bookies,

hook up with a fancy woman, down the pub?

No, no.

To the bank to Rob it.

To shoot someone.

Ray, you keep telling me that you didn't do it,

but we both know you weren't with your mother when she died.

Okay, I went to the hospital tavern across the road.

The landlord's a geezer called big Davey.

Now, he'll confirm it.

So, why did you lie and say you were still with your mum?

'Cause I adored that woman, I adored her, she was my mum.

And she was the finest woman that god ever put breath into,

and I wasn't there when she died,

and I should have been!

Yeah, you were at the boozer instead.

Listen, don't mock me, Sandra,

you don't know what it's like

seeing your mother lying there, wasted day after day.

So, yeah, I got a bit weak,

I went to the boozer for a bit of Dutch courage.

And I should have been there and I wasn't.

I'm sorry, mum, I'm so sorry.

So much for the hardest geezer in town.

Didn't even have the guts to stay by the side

of your dying mother without a drink inside you.

It's pathetic.

Be lucky.

[Danny] Mum?

Where is he, Linda?

I don't know, I told you-

don't lie to me!

Look, we all know Pete was involved

in the finsbury park bank raid in '87.

And he came here that day, didn't he?

Now, did he come with a police officer called Rob petty?

Well, did he?

Him and some other bloke that I'd never seen before.

Pete just looked petrified.

Petty let him say goodbye.

And then Pete went to the wardrobe

and got out one of them tape machines.

Tape machine?

Yeah.

But he was all fingers and thumbs,

and he kept saying, "help me, linds!"

But I couldn't.

I couldn't even give him a hug.

I just knew something was wrong.

You don't know the half of it.

God.

Yes, thank you, Mrs. Lyons.

Have a good day.

Lyons' wife reckons he's just sprung

a last-minute business trip abroad.

Our travel agent's gone travelling.

Think you can find him?

You know, it could've been the perfect crime.

A bank raid organised by a copper,

and two faces supposedly banged up.

With everything pointing to ray cook.

And it all went tits up when Henderson was shot.

Better let the guv'nor know what's occurring.

[Mysterious music]

[Sandra] Hi.

Hello, Sandra.

- [Phone rings] - Oh, sorry, hang on.

Jack?

Ray cook is innocent.

Yeah, I know that.

That's not all.

There is strong evidence to suggest

that he was framed by Rob petty.

Okay, thanks.

Bye.

Good news?

Not really, no.

I was watching ray cook on the telly earlier,

the smug bastard.

I was hoping you'd have him locked up by now.

Ray cook didn't do the finsbury park job.

No way.

Afraid not.

It seems it's one he didn't do.

So, who do you think did it?

Apparently he was fitted up.

Why did you never say that you were a friend of Geoff lyons?

Well, you never asked me.

All right.

Geoff was my guv'nor at croydon,

and one of the best bloody coppers I ever met in my life.

We kept in touch after he left,

and when I found out that Phil Henderson

was working at one of his banks, I went and warned him.

I said, "sack him, Geoff, he's a plant.

Ray cook's gonna do the bank."

But he never did sack him.

So, you're suggesting that Geoff lyons robbed his own bank

and made it look like a ray cook job?

I'm not suggesting anything, Sandra.

I'm just coming clean about all that I know.

And it's much appreciated, thank you.

Bingo!

Lyons is booked onto the six o'clock flight

to malaga out of stansted.

It's a one-way ticket.

Right, let's get to the airport.

I'll rustle up a few bodies to give us a hand.

Would you mind popping up to the office

for a couple of minutes?

Anything I can do to help.

There's a few things I want to...

Oh!

[High intensity music]

[Jack] Guv?

[Gerry] Sandra!

What's going on?

What happened?

Gerry, watch out!

[Car tyres screeching]

- Are you all right? - Yeah.

Brian, get to the airport.

Come on, let me take you inside.

[Sandra] I'm fine, I'm just a bit winded.

Oh, don't worry about me, then!

[Gerry grunts]

[Announcer] This is a security announcement.

Passengers are reminded to keep their luggage

and personal belongings with them

- at all times. - Excuse me.

Geoff lyons?

You're nicked.

I love doing that.

Love it, love it, love it!

You all right?

Yeah, I'm all right, you all right?

Oh, yeah, I'll be all right.

Ooh, you're such a big, brave boy, Gerry!

And a fine judge of character,

I told you about petty, didn't I?

- Mm. - He's rubbish,

always was, always will be.

Here you are, get that down you.

Cheers, Jack.

Brian's nabbed lyons at the airport.

And I've put out a nationwide apb on petty,

and on Pete mackintyre.

Well, you don't need one on Pete.

We know exactly where he's gonna be.

Yeah, at his son's 18th.

Come on, we've got to go to a party.

Ooh.

Cheers, team.

[Knocking on door]

Mr. Standing.

Come in, join the party.

Bring your friends.

In you go, in you go, make yourselves at home.

Right, let's get you sorted with some drinks.

- Pete, no. - No, hang on.

You gotta meet the birthday boy.

Danny, where are you?

This is, Danny-boy, my Danny-boy, he's 18 today.

Happy birthday, Danny.

You know, this is the happiest day of my life.

I'm so glad you could be here to share it

- with me, Mr. Standing. - Pete, Pete.

This isn't strictly a social visit.

Yeah, all right.

Should we adjourn to the kitchen?

-We've come about- -me shooting

Phil Henderson, I know.

Jack halford, and our boss, ds Pullman.

Pleased to meet you, I look forward to my arrest.

- [Gerry snorts] - Can I get you all a drink?

Yeah, I'll have a beer, yeah.

But why did you lead me to the gear,

when you were the shooter?

I wanted petty behind bars for what he did to me.

He forced me into going on that job, me and lol greaves.

Neither of us wanted anything to do with it.

Yeah, but there must have been a promise of a sweetener.

Yeah, maybe.

But if we didn't do as he wanted,

he said he'd make sure it was hell for us inside.

I was a grass, Mr. Standing.

What choice did I have?

Cheers.

So, what happened with Henderson?

He was coming towards me, he wouldn't shut up, I panicked.

Poor bugger.

Still have nightmares.

What made you finally decide to do a bunk?

Lack of any other bleeding options.

I was shit-scared I was gonna get done

for offing Henderson, and then there was petty.

You think a slag like petty would let me

walk around knowing what I did about it?

I was shafted every which way I turned.

You could have told me all this

when I picked you up at the airport.

If I'd have done that, you'd have to have nicked me.

And I didn't want to miss tonight.

Anyway, I wanted to have a bit of a laugh.

Petty didn't know I'd hid the gear.

He thought I'd chucked the gun in the river.

And you weren't a bad copper in your day.

Wanted to see if you still had it in you.

Fair play to you, you have.

So, why now, after 17 years?

There are times in your life

when you need to clear up unfinished business.

Finding out you're on your last legs is one of them.

What's that supposed to mean?

Kidney failure, end stage.

I blame the good life, too much of it.

Is this a wind-up?

I wish.

Well, I'm sorry, mate.

Excuse me, I just need a bit of fresh air.

And a nice new kidney.

Hello, Pete.

[High intensity music]

- Come here. - [Pete yells]

[Crowd screaming]

Take it easy, petty.

Get out the way!

[Crowd screaming]

[Gunshot bangs]

[Grunting]

Jack has been shot!

Jack?

Oh, my god, Jack?

It's all right, I'm okay.

Hell of a pain in the ribs.

[Humorous music]

Mary gave me that.

The bastard's wrecked it!

They're bringing your medicine.

Cheers.

What do you think of my boy, then, Gerry?

Danny, yeah, he's all right, isn't he?

Yeah, he's big and strong, my son.

He's likely to be a good match too.

My own son, giving me his kidney, eh?

He's a good lad.

I hope those bastards get a good, long stretch.

They'll be scared shitless in prison.

Least if the transplant goes ahead,

I'll be on special referral.

Get a nice, cushy spot in hospital on dialysis,

and then there's the time it takes

to get over such a big operation.

I'll hardly be on the wing at all.

You've got it all worked out, haven't you?

[Peaceful music]

They put that bloody gun in my hand.

Yeah, but you shot it.

Listen, Pete, I'm sorry you're ill and all that,

but please don't try and make me cry, all right?

No, mate, I'm sorry.

Come on, then, time's up.

That chiropodist do a good job?

Yeah, thanks for asking.

You know, as a matter of fact,

I feel like I'm walking on air now, Mr. Standing.

♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

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

♪ it's all right, I say, it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ it's all right, we're doing fine ♪

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

♪ it's all right, I say, it's okay ♪

♪ we're getting to the end of the day ♪

♪ high tech, low tech, take your pick ♪

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

♪ I don't care what anybody says ♪

♪ at the end of the day ♪