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Marvel not at this,
for the hour cometh

wherein all that are in
the graves shall hear the voice

of the Son of God.

And they that have done good

shall come forth to
the resurrection of life,

they that have done evil
to the resurrection of judgment.

Light eternal shine
upon her, O Lord,

with thy saints for heaven.

You English.

I still cannot understand
what you're saying.

Of course you understand us.

No.
You understood the opening?

No, it was so English.

All clever words, no passion.

Passion, right.
Wait till I get you home.

Aah!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my...

Oh, no.

Oh.

My Lord.

… and of the Son
and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Sir.

Commissioner sends
his deepest regrets.

We know you asked
for a private ceremony,

but he wanted somebody
here to convey

his deep, deep sadness.

I had no idea he was so deep.

He knew — we all knew...

Isabella meant
everything to you.

You knew nothing about my wife.
You know nothing about anything.

You prefer not to.

And, actually, if Isabella
had meant everything to me,

she might still be living.

Tell the Commissioner…

Tell him I'll be asking
for my pension.

That'll cheer him up.

Oh, God, sweetheart!

Oh, God.

And out of the darkness,

there she is again…

The Goddess!

Me balls are freezing off
here, Ricky.

Lawrie Elton,
born without a brain.

Billy Lister.

Billy Lister,

you've been riding
with us for two months,

and you've asked to be accepted as
a member of The Durham Defenders.

- Are you ready for the ceremony?
- Yeah.

Go on, Billy.
Go on.

Whoo! Whoo!

Yes!

Whoo!

Welcome to the family.

It was my fault.

No, it wasn't your fault.
Don't be melodramatic.

But I'm supposed
to keep you informed.

I didn't hear a dicky bird,
Mr. Gently.

Not a dicky bird.

I never thought Webster
would do this.

Nobody's seen him since.

You want me
to find him, Mr. Gently?

No. Forget about him.
And forget about me.

I'm finished.

No.

No, no, Mr. Gently.

I come to pay my respects.

Don't booze it.

No, no.
I'll spend it sensibly.

Spend some of it
on a bar of soap.

Goodbye, China.

You take care.

Goodbye, Mr. Gently.

Thank you, Mr. Gently.

Whoo!

Yeah!

Roberto!

Coffee for me and your monster
fry-up for Billy Lister!

Okay. Coming up.

Hello, Billy.

You all wet?

Come here, you.

Get off, Lawrie, man!

Wait a minute, eh.
Come on, sit down.

- Shirley!
- You're soaked.

- What's the matter with you?
- I don't like him.

Well, that's funny,
'cause you brought him in.

Aye, well, I didn't know
he was trouble then.

Thanks.

What did they do to you?

Like a drowned rat.

Have some of that.

You've been asking for this!

Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Get off of him!
Stop!

Everything's cool, Roberto.

Keep it that way, eh?!

I have to talk to you.

See? Trouble.

Shut up, will you?!

So, talk.

Not here.
Can I come and see you?

Come back tonight,
about 8: 00, and we'll go for

a ride together, yeah?

That what you're playing at?!

Man: Whoo-hoo!

Sorry.

I just need to talk to you.

I'm gonna sort him out.

Leave it, Lawrie.

I will sort Billy Lister out
in me own way tonight.

And I won't need
to use my fists.

Please don't!

Don't, please!

Please!
I'll do what you want!

I'm sorry!
I'm sorry! Please!

Please!

Please!
I'll do what you want!

Please! I'm sorry!

God!

Aah! Aah!

Sorry, Mr. Gently.

Didn't want to intrude,

but I thought I might
find you here.

I've told you
I don't need you anymore.

I'm retiring.

I've been asking around.

The bloke you're looking
for, Joe Webster,

He's gone.

He went to a funeral
and never come back.

I'm not looking for anybody.

You're just gonna let him

get away with it then,
Mr. Gently?

Yes.

That's exactly
what I'm going to do.

What?

My one-man mission
to clean up the Met

cost Isabella her life.

She was a lovely woman.

I don't think she'd have
wanted you to stop.

She was proud of the way
you always done your duty.

Duty?

«Mr. Gently serves the public, China.
It's his life."

That's what she said —
«It's his life."

Webster ain't never
gonna stop killing.

Not till the day you stop him.

Gone where?

If I knew that, Mr. Gently,
I wouldn't be standing...

Where was the funeral?
Oh. Hexham.

I looked it up.
It's up in the north...

In Northumberland, yes.
Who died?

Young lad come off his bike.

Could have been an accident,
could be something else.

Local plods seem to think so.

Well, I think we can leave
the Rutland murder

to the locals
for the time being.

John, you're doing Suffolk.

And, Trevor, you'll be covering
Eastbourne next week.

Yes, sir.

Which brings us up to date.

Right. Thanks.
Enjoy the weekend.

What's left of it.

You forgot the boy up
in Northumberland.

I didn't forget it.

The locals have made an arrest.
They don't need...

Joe Webster was at the funeral.

Any idea why?

This obsession
with Webster, George,

is doing you no favors.

There are very
senior ranks round here

who seriously doubt
your sanity nowadays.

You're gutless and so are they.

You've stood by and done nothing

while criminals have come
to work in the Met.

You said you were retiring.

Well, there's time
for one more…

while they work out my pension.

All right, George.

Have it.

Are you Lawrence Elton?

Dunno.

Am I still Lawrie Elton, John?

You can call me
«Detective Sergeant»

or «Sir» or «Mr. Bacchus."

Or else what? Or else
I'll come over this desk

and I'll smack your face.

He allowed to threaten us?

Yeah.

So you just happened
to be on that road,

and you came across Lister
dead beside his bike?

It's the quickest way
to the Dice.

The what?

The Dice Cafe, governor.

It's where they all hang out.

Okay, so you were on your way
to meet your mates,

the coffee bar cowboys,
and you came across Lister dead.

Why didn't you ring
for the police?

Hmm, I don't know.

Why do you think?

Why did you try and hide
the bloodstains?

Blood?

What, you never heard
of forensic science?

What?

Thick as ever,
aren't you, Lawrie?

Thick as a copper's wallet. Hey!

Right, that's your last warning.

Now you tell us about the blood

that we found on your boots
and on your leathers.

Which you'd obviously spent

half the night
trying to wash off.

Well, who wants blood
on their boots?

Are you stupid or what?

Right, that was
your last warning.

That's police brutality!
Do you want another one?!

According to Mr. Minchella,
the owner of the Dice Cafe,

your girlfriend was a bit
sweet on Billy Lister.

What?
He was a poof.

Right.

Is that your scarf, Lawrie?

No.

We found that in your garage
hidden in a box of spanners.

What was it doing there? What?
What's this about?

Did you find it the night Lister died?
What's he on about?

Right, I'm going
to ask you one more time

and you're gonna
answer me truthfully!

Otherwise, you're gonna find
yourself in serious trouble.

Is this your scarf?
We know it's his scarf.

We found it hidden
in his garage.

Why, Lawrie?

Why'd you hide it?

Lawrie Elton wear
a white silk scarf?

He'd rather wear a bikini, man.

Okay, clever clogs.

Right.

Lawrie Elton found
the scarf at the scene

and hid it to protect someone.

He was there.
He had a motive.

He's tried to conceal evidence.
What motive?

What? His girlfriend gave
Billy Lister a kiss?

No, man, no.
This is manslaughter.

Possibly — right? —
possibly murder.

Which means somebody could hang.

And I reckon that person

is the rightful owner
of this scarf.

Well, if that scarf's not
Lawrie Elton's, whose is it?

Any idea?

Oh, yes.

Ricky Deeming

knackering batteries
for a fiver a day.

Who'd have thought it?

Do I know you…
officer?

Oh, very good.

Who else wears
shiny shoes these days?

Anderson Street Grammar School.

Clue me in.

I was one of the mere mortals
you looked down on.

How's life treating you, John?

You do remember us!

Who could forget

such a sustained exhibition
of arse crawling?

Was anyone ever more
pathetically grateful

to get the prefect badge?

So little John Bacchus
joined the cops.

You have a friend,
Roberto Minchella,

owns the Dice Cafe.

Witnessed an embarrassing scene

between you and
a very pretty boy

called Billy Lister,
later found dead

with his brains dripping
down a dry stone wall.

Apparently, you said

you were gonna
«sort him out."

Billy was a very mixed-up boy.

Who mixed him up?

At school, we used
to call you «flamboyant."

Are you still flamboyant, Ricky?

Lost anything

bright and lovely lately?

How did you get that?

Is it yours?

Where did you find it?

Where'd you lose it?

Ricky Deeming in a holding cell.

He admits the scarf
is his, and guess what.

He can't remember
where he lost it.

You don't seem very interested.

Why should I be?

- I'm no longer running this inquiry.
- What?

- Says who?
- Your father-in-law.

- Why?
- Because the Yard wants it.

Mm.
I'm going to the mess.

Do you want to buy me one?
No, no, no. Wait, wait.

- The Yard?
- Mm.

Yeah, but…
Am I still on it?

I don't know.
Ask your new boss.

- Well, who's that?
- Chief Inspector George Gently.

He's their top man, isn't he?

He used to be.

He's a busted flush these days.

Well, hurry up.

He's waiting for you.

Are you John Bacchus?

Yes, Mr. Gently, sir.

Very impressive.

Aye. Very popular
with ramblers and…

Well, ramblers.

I prefer city life, personally.

I meant the MG.

Oh, right.

Not standard issue
up here, is it?

No, no, no.
Wedding present that.

Mum and Dad?

Me Mum's dead,
me Dad got me one of those

pop-up toaster things.

No, I bought the car for meself.

You needed cheering up?

I've been having a look

at where Billy Lister
hit the wall back there.

Very nasty.

Aye.

According to
Inspector Setters' notes,

you've taken a bit of
a wrong turn yourself.

Ricky Deeming.

I don't think so, sir.

Because of a silk scarf?

Aye, he's up to
his neck in this.

He may have, you know,

had an illegal relationship
with the dead lad.

Oh, I see.

So why was Lawrie Elton

arrested in the first place?

Second set of tire marks...

you can still
just about see them

here and here.

Now the best matches of
any of the bikers' wheels

were Lawrie Elton's Bonneville

and Ricky Deeming's Manx.

The second bike needn't
have belonged

to one of The Durham Defenders.

It could have belonged
to anybody.

Yeah, yeah, but then we found
Lister's matching blood type

all over Elton's
boots and leathers.

Then the scarf turns up
and changes your mind.

Who actually discovered
the scarf, incidentally?

I did.

Who reported the body?

A passing motorist.

So you let Lawrie Elton go
and arrested Ricky Deeming?

It's his scarf.

I believe Elton
was on his way back

to the Dice Cafe,
discovered the body,

found the scarf, and hid it
to cover up for Deeming.

Why?

He worships him.
They all do.

I see.

W-will I still be on it, sir?

I'll let you know.

Well, shall I set up
an interview with Ricky Deeming?

No. I want to start again
from the beginning.

Get Lawrie Elton back in.

Today, please.

Gently.

If you think I've made
a mistake letting Elton go,

you can just say.

Roger.

Yes, you made a mistake.

Yeah.
Yeah, that's Lawrie Elton.

Gently:
Been moved at all?

No, sir.

Who found him?
Gentleman over there, sir.

Arms outstretched.

What does that tell you?

That he was already dead
when he came over the cliff.

Number of wounds
on the side of the skull.

Caused by what?

In my opinion,
something like a sledgehammer.

Back to your friend,
Ricky Deeming.

Who just so happens to swing
a hammer from the left.

Which would give a wound
to the right side of the head.

Exactly.

If the victim was facing him.

Aye, which I imagine he was.

Do you?

Deeming has

a pretty good alibi this time.

He was with you.

Depends how long
Elton's been dead.

He's stiff as a board.

Tell me, Sergeant Bacchus,

do you always decide
who's guilty

and then look for
the evidence to support it?

Is that how you do things up here?
No, sir.

I know two Home Office
forensic scientists

who specialize in it.

C. I. D. goes to them,
«We nicked somebody for murder.

We haven't got any evidence.
Can you supply it?»

I don't think that's
correct procedure, sir.

No, nor me.
I'm old fashioned.

I prefer to assemble
the evidence,

see which way it points.

Could've been an accident,
of course.

Think so?

You had a good look at Elton
when you questioned him?

Known him for years, sir.

Perhaps you can tell me then
if he had any eyebrows.

Eyebrows?

Because he hasn't got any now.

And one of his
fingernails is missing.

I don't understand.
What does it mean?

It means he had no eyebrows
when he died.

Well, shall I go to Deeming's
yard and look at the hammers?

Yeah, if you like.

Yes, in fact, do.

Are you going to question him?
Not yet.

But don't let him go.

If necessary, invent
something to hold him on.

I'll talk to him after
I've talked to Mrs. Lister.

No, no.
I've already done that.

Searched her son's room,
did you?

Well, I had a look around.

I'll take that as a «no» then.

Looking for what?

Evidence.

Sir.

The Chief Constable invites
you to dinner tonight.

What are you?
His social secretary?

No. I-I'm his son-in-law.

Are you?
Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

Does this finish me chances
of working with you, sir?

Doesn't help them.

Look, look.
Can I be frank with you?

I've applied for
a job at the Met.

Ah.

The thing is,
it wouldn't do us any harm

to work on George Gently's
last case, would it?

Who told you that?

That it's your last case?

That it wouldn't
do you any harm.

I've gotten off
to a very bad start

with you, haven't I, sir?

Yes, very.

You don't like me car,
you don't like me suit.

Both too flash.

You don't like the way I work
on hunches instead of evidence,

you think I'm sloppy,
you think I'm unobservant.

And then l-l cap it all

by trying to impress you
with me wife's father.

Who, incidentally,
would probably tell you

I know even less about
criminal investigation

than I do about
male contraception.

Yeah, I made a mess
of that, as well.

Is that why you want to leave?

Partly.

Would your wife like
to go to London?

I doubt whether Lisa
would go with us.

There's only one thing

I really don't like, Sergeant,

and it's not what you've said,
it's what you haven't said.

Aye.

Fair enough.

Yeah, biggest mess of all,

I've let Elton go,
and now he's dead,

and that's my fault.

I was right about this being

your last case though,
wasn't I, sir?

I read about your wife.

Sorry.

Hit-and-run drivers, man.

I'd... I'd string them all up.

My wife was murdered, Sergeant.

Please send my apologies
to the Chief.

I'm somewhat monastic at present.

And I'll see you tomorrow
morning at 8: 00 sharp.

If you want to stay on the case.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Are you unwell?

What?

It's peaceful here, isn't it?

Pevsner…

calls the cathedral
overpowering.

I call it brutal.

I prefer this.

See that?

Used to be a wall there.

I'm new here.
Called an anchorage.

You'd have a hermit
holed up in there.

For life.

Little slit in the wall
for his food.

And outside, ready dug,

a grave just waiting
for him to drop into

at the end of
his meaningless days.

Do you fancy that, vicar?

The cathedral itself is...

Built by Catholics.

People like me.

Entirely a left-foot
building project.

Now it's owned and run
by C of E nancy boys

in two minds as to the truth
of the Resurrection.

Look at Jerusalem.

Jew says to the Muslim,
«Sling your hook, Abdul.

We built this,
we're having it back."

When was the last time you
heard a Catholic saying,

«Can we have our
cathedrals back?»

We're soft.

I'm not exactly
sure I understand...

Well, that's my point.

You can't even do
a decent burial service.

You got no class.

You're not a proper religion.

Is there someone
you want to bury?

Mrs. Lister:
Your colleagues

have already been
through Billy's things.

I'm sorry to bother you again.

Thank you.

Who among my colleagues exactly?

Sergeant Bacchus.

And the older one, his boss.

Mr. Setters?
Together?

No, separately.

I see.

Can you remember who came first?

The older one.

He wanted to search the room

the night Billy died.

Looking for clues, he said.

Your son seems to have been
very close to Ricky.

They were fond of each other,
I think.

Ricky came here sometimes.
He sat for Billy.

Billy wanted to be an artist.

So they spent a lot
of time alone together?

It was a schoolboy crush.

It happened to Billy
quite a lot.

He'd have done anything
for Ricky, I think.

I don't know why the world

has to scoff at it so much,
do you, Mr. Gently?

No, I don't.

Forgive me. You're a lot
younger than I imagined.

I had Billy when I was sixteen.

Oh. His father?

He died when Billy was little.

This is all very sad for you.

I lost my wife quite recently.

I'm sorry.

People told me

the funeral would be
a healing experience.

I wasn't.

Was it for you?

No.

But perhaps his friends did.
I don't know.

Were there people at
the funeral you didn't know?

Well, I didn't know all
of Billy's friends.

Anybody older?

Anybody who seemed out of place.

No. Why?

Mrs. Lister, have you ever
heard the name Joe Webster?

No.

- Never?
- No.

Would you like some coffee?

Urn, yes.
One more question.

What did your husband
do for a living?

Philip was a stoker
in the Merchant Marine.

One day, he came off ship
from Rio de Janeiro,

went for a drink with his
friends down at Tyne Dock,

and was never seen again.

We think he went
back aboard ship

and perhaps fell into the water.

He was never found.

Forgive me, but you live rather
well for the widow of a stoker.

The pension scheme
is very generous.

I've had much
to be grateful for.

Not now.

I'll make you that coffee.

Mr. Gently?

Your Sergeant Bacchus is here.

Ricky Deeming's brief's arrived.

She's having a hissy fit.

- Get these to the lab for me.
- What are they?

Speed, I think.
Dexamphetamines.

I found them in Lister's room.

What?
How come I missed them?

You weren't looking for them

How much do you think
the pension is

for the widow of a stoker
in the Merchant Marine?

How would I know that, gov?

Find out for me.

Since Billy Lister's funeral,

been any strangers on the manor?

Anybody looking for trouble?

Only the bloke at
the cathedral yesterday.

What was that?
Aye. London accent.

Bit of a mental case,
Hit a canon over the head

with a pair of binoculars.

Anybody with him?

Not as far as I know.

Check that.

Did you go to
Deeming's workplace

to look at the hammers?
Yeah.

And?
We're examining them.

Anything else?

Like what?

Had anybody
been looking for him?

Like who?

Look you're going to have
to trust somebody.

Why not me?

Let's go and talk to Ricky Deeming.

Excuse me.

No.
You can't be present.

Be prepared for
the biggest load of shite

you've ever heard in your life.

25 years in the Met, Sergeant.

And the big cheese arrives.

Why am I here?

Two of your friends are dead.

Billy and Lawrie
touched the darkness.

That's all.
It happens when you ride.

«Touched the darkness»?

You wouldn't understand.

You have to love speed.

Speed?
Talk to me about that.

When you and the bike are one.

The machine, the ghost
inside the machine.

Sounds like a spiritual
kind of thing,

a heightened experience.

You're starting to get it.

Did you get that from riding?

You don't need anything else?

You mean drugs?

Not my scene.

Mind?

The Durham Defenders.

What's being defended?

We are, I suppose.

From?

From the bullshit.

Dead-end jobs,
hand-me-down values,

second-hand opinions, mortgages.

No offense, but the sort
of life John here leads.

And what sort of life do I lead?

40 years of chasing guys like us

up and down the street
so the world will be

a safer place for other
mediocre people

to live their banal lives in.

You and your little woman
on the front at Whitley Bay,

and the world rolling
on forever,

and the whole structure
never skipping a beat,

nothing ever changing

except the weather.

So…

you're saving your apostles

from the dead hand of
the uniform society?

What did your world offer
a little kid like Lawrie Elton?

Real dad dead before he were
born, mother abandoned him.

Your straight world
pushes him and pushes him

into ever tighter corners.

Failed at your schools, couldn't
hold down your bullshit jobs.

Life of crime beckoning.

Predictable.

But maybe not.

Just maybe not.

He got himself a bike, a family,

and a set of shared values,
and you know what, George?

He took one look at your world,
and he wasn't interested in it.

And neither am I.

Your world is coming
to an end, George.

It's inevitable.

You won't know England
in 20 years.

I fear you might be right.

Okay, so, Billy Lister
ran his bike into a wall

because he wanted to dance
with the ghost of the machine.

And Lawrie Elton drove off
a cliff because he wanted

to have fun
touching the darkness.

Oh, man!

And you talk to me
about bullshit?

You want to do some
thinking, Ricky.

Hey, why don't you start
with this...

how comes Lawrie Elton left
the scene of Lister's death

with a white silk scarf
in his possession?

It was found hidden
in his garage.

Who found it, George?

That wouldn't be

John Bacchus
by any chance, would it?

- Meaning?
- The same John Bacchus who,

according to my solicitor,
was criticized in open court

for lying about a piece
of prosecution evidence.

Maybe you need to do
some thinking, George.

- You're free to go.
- Good.

- But I'm advising you to stay.
- Why?

It's possible…

That this man will come
looking for you.

If he does,

your life will be in danger.

Nice meeting you, George.

I had to lie
to protect a source.

I had to.
If I hadn't...

Look, okay, yes,
the judge criticized us,

but the bloke went down
for eight years.

- I had to do it.
- And the scarf?

I never laid eyes on that until
I found it in Elton's garage.

I have to ask.

The dexys?

I never saw them until
you put them in me hand.

Now do you mind if I ask
who's in that photo?

Somewhere secure.

Right, well, the office.
You're not listening.

Right, urn, yeah, okay.
I know a place.

Call forensics first.

Oh.

Pevsner calls it
«overwhelming grandeur."

- What?
- It's beautiful.

Oh. Yeah.

But you'd rather have Big Ben.

I'll be honest with you.

North East,
it's the back of beyond.

I can't wait
to get out, governor.

Stop calling me «governor,"
will you?

Save it for the Met.

- What did the lab report say?
- They are dexys.

Cut with a lot of
vitamin C and caffeine.

So nobody's gonna get
a really big hit out of them.

So, was Billy Lister
part of an outfit

distributing medium-grade
amphetamines,

or was he just a user?

The outfit being The Durham Defenders?
Yes, possible.

But how did
a small-scale thing like that

lead to two murders?

Yeah, go on.
Explain it to me.

Right.

Ricky and his pals,
including Lister,

run drugs up and down
the county.

Ricky kills Lister 'cause he
was gonna blow the whistle?

Anyway, Elton finds
a scarf, right?

Hides it, goes to Ricky
and tells him,

and Ricky kills him to cover up
for the first murder.

Ricky Deeming's
on another planet.

The only way I can imagine
him killing two people

is by talking them to death.

Okay.
Who did kill Billy Lister?

I don't know.

But I know who killed
Lawrie Elton.

No, no, no. Wait, wait.
Don't tell us. Let me guess.

Joe Webster.

10 out of 10.

Knew it.

I spent last night
trawling press reports.

I knew somewhere down the line,

there was somebody
whose M. O. was a blowtorch

and a pair of pliers.

Did Webster kill your wife?

He made it happen.

Well, can't the Met
move against him?

I know of seven...

a minimum of seven —
high-ranking police officers

in the Met who are
on his payroll.

I know who they are,
and they know that I know.

And I got no proof.

Yeah.

That's the look
everybody gives me.

You need to decide whether
you want to stay on this case.

You don't have to.

Make no mistake.

If he's come up here
to make money,

and he finds you
standing in his way,

he will not hesitate
to kill you.

Where do I start?

Billy Lister.

We don't know who killed him,

so let's look for a motive.

See if he was dealing.
You know the likely places.

Have yourself a night out.

Find out who among
The Durham Defenders

could have had
possible links to Webster.

Webster might have
friends up here.

- What sort of friends?
- People who'll help him.

Are you talking about policemen?

You're talking about
my colleagues?

It's possible.

W…Well, what about me?

How do you know
I'm not one of his friends?

I don't.

You English.

I still cannot understand
what you're saying.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, God. No, no.

Newcastle Brown, please.

Cheers.
1 and 6, please.

You've just about
missed the band.

- Poetry starts soon.
- Ah. Terrific.

Charlie.

Hello, Charlie.

I'm Bacchus.
Er, John, John Bacchus.

- Bacchus?
- Yeah.

John Bacchus, everybody.

John Bacchus?

You'll be having some wine then.

No, no.

Normally stick to beer.

Urn, I'm looking for
someone called Lister.

Billy Lister.

Somebody told me he might have
something I'm looking for.

Too late.

Little Billy's dead.

Man: Thank you.
Good night.

Mr. Gently.

China.

- Digs okay?
- Oh, Yeah.

Nice grub and all.

And the barmaid... whoa-ho!

Oh, good. Well,.

I'm glad you're
settling in all right.

Well?

I done some checking
before I left London.

All Webster's blokes
seem to be still there.

Looks like he come up on his tod.
Don't understand it.

It's not how he does
business at all.

He's being reckless, as well.

I've been having a few drinks
under the blue lamp, Mr. Gently.

Your Mr. Bacchus
is a naughty boy.

Tell me.

Got a right bollocking from the bench a
year or two back for telling porkies...

Yeah, I know about that.
What else?

Oh, well, this is interesting.

- He drives a sports car.
- Yes, I know.

How does he afford it then?

Well, this is the really
interesting bit.

His father-in-law is…

The Chief Constable.
The Chief Constable.

China, I'm beginning to regret
paying you good money

to come up here and tell me
what I already know.

- What about Valerie Lister?
- Well, now I'm reluctant to even

bother opening me mouth now.
Oh, get on with it.

She's another one
that got pregnant.

Well, considering I'm
investigating the death

of her son, that hardly
counts as information, China.

Sixteen she was.
Bit young to be popping her cork.

Yeah, they could do with some
contraceptive advice up here.

Ah, but she wasn't up here,
Mr. Gently.

She was born up here,
and the baby was born up here,

but according to the barmaid in
the pub at the end of her road,

she come home from London
pregnant to a sailor.

So what exactly did
Billy Lister have

that you might want, eh?

Well…

What was he to you?

I think you know that.

Don't you, Mr. Bacchus?

I think Mr. Bacchus knows
more than he says.

Promise me you're not the fuzz.

What?

On me mother's life.

You're too sweet
to be a policeman.

So what do you do now when
you need a bit of a lift?

I mean, did Billy have any
mates he came with or ought?

No, he came on his own.

But there's plenty
of stuff around.

I could help you out for tonight

if you're nice to me.

Yeah, right.

Yeah.
Sell us a couple?

How much?

That's okay.
Just buy me a drink next time.

There will be a next time,
won't there?

Yeah, but let me give you
the money for it.

Okay, just give me five bob then

That's all they cost me.

So, urn…

what's your name then?

I mean, your full name.

Well, actually,
my very full name is

The Right Honorable
Charlotte Dawson.

Ooh. But you can go
on with Charlie.

Charlotte Dawson, I'm arresting
you on the charge of supplying

and possessing dexamphetamine.

Now, I must warn you
that anything you say…

Please. I'm begging you.
My parents. Please.

… may be used
in evidence against you.

John, how's it going?

Fine, fine.

- How's St. George treating you?
- No, no, he's good.

I like him.

Why, what? What?

No, no, it's just…
he's been upstairs

saying it was gross negligence
to let Lawrie Elton go.

Yeah, well, it was, wasn't it?
You'll be all right, obviously.

You've got someone up there
looking after you.

But this is how he works,
unfortunately.

Well, he seems
pretty straight to me.

You think so?

Yeah.

He doesn't trust you, John.

He doesn't trust anybody.

You know his reputation.

We're all bent
except George, of course.

Well, like I said,
he's been straight with me.

Yeah?
Where's he now? What's he doing?

- Who's he talking to?
- I don't know.

Well, the next time you see him,

why not ask him why a narc
called China Mates

has been asking questions about
who John Bacchus drinks with

and where he gets his money?

What do you mean? This
is how he works, John.

Pits officer against officer.

Destroys trust.

Destroys morale.

Destroys careers.

Oh, shit…

What?

Urn…

He was asking us questions

about planting evidence
on people.

Planting what evidence?

The scarf and the pills.

- Amphetamines.
- What amphetamines?

I can't really talk about it
to be honest with you.

I'm your governor
for God's sake!

Urn…

We found them in Lister's room.

John.

John, you told me
you found nothing.

No, Gently found them.

Be careful, John.

Be so careful.

This man is determined
to find corrupt coppers.

Make sure you're not the one
left holding the parcel

when the music stops, yeah?

Yeah.

Hello, Mr. Gently.

I'm sorry, China.

Who did it?

I didn't get a look.

Woke up in here this morning.

I think they're onto me,
Mr. Gently, don't you?

I'll get you checked over.

Then it's time for you
to go home.

You've done all you can for me.

Thank you,
Mr. Gently.

Can I help you, sir?

Stand up when you talk to me.

Show me your hands.

No, somehow I didn't think
you'd have done it yourself.

Done what, sir? Not
really the type, are you?

What type would that be, sir?

Do you know, Inspector,
I spend half my life

talking to
the scum of the earth,

and I pride myself
that I never get angry.

It's not my job to get angry.

Get angry and I've failed.

I'm just a provincial copper,
Mr. Gently.

This is all too clever for me.

Is there a problem, sir?

No.

Did you order tea?

No.
Excuse me?

Tea for two.

- Toasted teacakes?
- No.

One, raspberry jam.

Certainly, sir.

Why here?

Why do you never use
the office we gave you?

What have you got for me?

Billy Lister was dealing.

Got the proof?
Yep.

Good.

And?

None of The Defenders
has form except…

Lawrie Elton, who wasn't inside
at the same time as Webster.

Not in the same nick, anyway.

Valerie Lister.
Gets pregnant aged 15.

Living with her parents,
presumably.

Why assume that?
Don't assume things.

- Doesn't matter, they're both dead.
- Okay.

Gets married
to Able Seaman Philip Lister

on January 3, 1944 —
marriage certificate.

Billy's Dad is soon…

back at sea
on the Atlantic convoys.

War ends, he stays on
in the Merchant Marine.

Little Billy can't have seen
much of his Dad,

which I read somewhere can
in fact turn you into a nancy.

Do you have difficulty
with homosexuals, Sergeant?

No, I do not have «difficulty."

I just think the sooner
they find a cure the better,

'cause in the meantime, blackmail,
suicides, murders…

Labour says
they'll decriminalize it

for consenting adults.

What happens when the supply
of consenting adults runs out?

Lock up your children.

I wonder…

if some form of electric
shock therapy might help.

Nah, most of them are still
queer at the end of it.

I meant for you.

Go on.

Billy's Dad disappears,
presumed dead, right?

Then somebody starts paying
all his mother's bills.

- Not the ship owners, eh?
- They've never heard of her.

- No widow's pension?
- Nope.

So how come she's so well off?

Maybe she inherited something.

We need to find out about that.

Tell me again… about how the
white scarf was discovered.

Yeah, you've already asked us
if I planted it,

- and I've already said no.
- I believe you.

So why was Lawrie Elton
released?

- Who took that decision?
- Setters did.

But on my advice.

Which he could have ignored.

But according to Valerie Lister,

your boss searched Billy's room
on the night he was killed.

What… so now my boss
is planting evidence?

That's an interesting
suggestion, but no.

I think it's more likely
he was there

to remove evidence.

Except he failed to find the pills.
So did I.

You weren't looking for them.
And Setters was?

I think it's possible.

I also think it's possible

that he planted the white scarf
where you would find it…

so you would suspect
Ricky Deeming of murder

and want Lawrie Elton released.

You…

Now hang on, hang on.

You're saying, right,

that my boss was in league
with Lawrie Elton

in the distribution
of illegal drugs?

I'm saying it's possible.

Well, I'm saying I find that
completely offensive.

If I'm correct,
the only advantage

I have over Setters… is that he
doesn't know we found the drugs.

Not until I told him.

What?

I'm sorry.

Both going on the same
room bill, gents?

Is it any wonder that we
have to meet in a hotel…

If you can't keep your mouth
shut about things?

- We're not sharing a room.
- Sir?

I'm not staying here.

I'm... I live at home with my wife.

- I'm a policeman, anyway.
- Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

If you were running this investigation,
what would you do next?

I'd go and see Valerie Lister.

Correct.

Well, are you coming?

Or can't we be seen leaving together?

Hello, Valerie.

You're looking well, Val.
Really well.

- What do you want?
- Why were you at Billy's funeral?

I stood at the back.
I didn't want to upset you.

Upset me?
You're grotesque.

Look.

If I could rub out what I did
all them years ago, I would.

But I can't.

Now listen.

I want to talk to you
about something.

It's about Billy.

Why don't you make us
a nice cup of tea?

What's out the back?

Mrs. Lister,

I wonder if we might
have a word?

He had no right to come here.
No right.

I'll go, I'll go.

How did Billy's father die?

It was a shipboard accident
when Billy was...

You don't know that.

He just disappeared
off the face of the earth.

The ship owners
accepted liability.

The ship owners have never
heard of you, Mrs. Lister.

Where does the money come from,
Mrs. Lister?

Shall I tell you what I think?

I think the money
comes from Joe Webster.

And I think you made up

this fairy story
about a widow's pension

because you didn't want
to face the truth…

that it's blood money.

'Cause Joe Webster
killed Billy's dad, didn't he?

Mrs. Lister.

Billy's father is still alive,

isn't he?

Yes.

Webster didn't come alone
because it was business.

He came because it was personal.

You must be Shirley.

Yeah?

I just wondered if we could
spend a few minutes together.

Why?

I'd like to get to know you.

I was 15.

The war was on.

Joe Webster was quite an
attractive man in those days.

Charming, even.

He had money.

I saw him once or twice
for a drink after work.

I think he fell for me.

I didn't want to see him again.

I knew what he was, really.

One night…

he raped me.

I'd never
been with a man before.

I fell pregnant.

I came back up home.

My mother had died
when I was little,

and my father and I
didn't see eye to eye.

He arranged a marriage for me.

A friend of a friend.

Philip Lister.

Home on leave.

I think…

I think my father
paid him to marry me.

I never saw him again.

Two years later, he was dead.

And then the money
started to arrive.

And the letters.

From Joe.

Wanting to see his son.

I told him if he ever
came near Billy,

I'd kill us both.

I never wanted his money,
Mr. Gently.

But my father had disowned me.

All he cared about

was that I shouldn't bring
bastards into the world.

He wanted them to have a name.

«Them»?

I was carrying twins,
Mr. Gently.

One died.

One lived.

The one that lived
I called William.

I understand
you knew my son Billy.

You're Billy's dad?

He had a good eye, didn't he?

Quite a good draftsman.

Don't know where
he got that from.

Must have been his mother, eh?

I didn't know he'd drawn me.

He was such a lovely boy.

You and Billy…
a little bit in love, Shirley?

Who, me and Billy?

No.

I had a boyfriend.

He died in an accident.

- His name's Lawrie.
- Ah.

Lawrie.

I see.

Billy didn't have girlfriends.

Meaning what?

Nothing.

Meaning what?

Billy…

I think Billy liked boys.

Do you really think

Joe killed Lawrie Elton,
Mr. Gently?

I am certain of it.

Why?

Because Lawrie Elton probably
caused your son's death.

The irony is, if he'd...

if he'd ever met Billy,
he'd have hated him.

How could Joe have coped
with a son who was…

Did he visit Billy's room?

I don't know.

He was here when I arrived.

The drawing of Ricky as Christ
was here.

What was there,
can you remember?

Shirley.

Your boyfriend made
a similar remark about my son.

- You knew Lawrie?
- We met.

Webster: Now, Lawrie.

Are you going to tell me
what I want to know,

or are we going to
arse about all night?

I don't understand.

He referred to my son
as a «poof."

Now,
I asked him to explain

exactly what he meant
by that remark,

but the poor chap
was getting a bit…

tired and distressed by then.

So I'll ask you.

Who turned my son into a queer?
I don't understand.

Now be sensible, sweetheart.

Who is this individual?

It says «Ricky."

Ricky who?

Ricky Deeming.

His name's Ricky Deeming.

Where do I find him?

Where do I find Ricky Deeming?

- Sir, is this wise?
- Yes.

I'll try and find the girl
before Webster does.

You find Deeming.

I think I should come with you, sir.

It's Deeming he's after.
Secure his house first.

Then come after me if necessary.

Is this personal, gov?

Sir?
Yes?

If you do find Webster,
you might only get one chance.

Put it in his head.

All right, lads!

'Cause I'm crazy

Yeah, I'm so crazy

about your love

Evening.

This is the place
where the bikers come?

Yeah, but they're not here yet.

About half an hour, maybe.

Is Shirley here tonight?

Two teas, Roberto.

Good evening, George.

Sit down.

You all on your own-some,
are you?

- I was sad to hear about your son.
- Oh, so you don't sit at home

with your finger up your arse
all day long then?

You've been doing some sleuthing.

You've been winkling information
out of old Valerie.

You're doing a manhunt, I hear.

I bet they love that up here,
don't they?

George Gently himself
in our town,

doing a manhunt.

You're looking
for Ricky Deeming.

My God, you're hot stuff.

He's in police protection.

Yeah?

I'm looking for
a girl called Shirley.

She works here.
Don't she, Roberto?

She should've opened up for me
tonight, but she's not here…

Don't worry, George.

She'll turn up.

Are you and Inspector Setters
partners in the drugs ring?

PC Plod doing drugs?
He'll get into trouble.

Somebody's doing it.
Don't surprise me.

Do you ever watch commercial
television, Commander?

The reason I ask…

is the advertisers
spend more per head

in this region than anywhere else.
You know why?

'Cause the lads and lasses
up here

will spend every penny
on what makes them happy.

Someone could make a fortune
if they organized it properly.

If it was me, though,

could you see it being half
a dozen kids on bikes?

No, I couldn't see that.

But whoever was doing it

cost your son his life.

That wasn't the drugs, George.

Billy's life was ended

because of the depravity
of one man.

Bacchus: He hasn't been here
for days, we're going.

You, I want you to stay here,
get a car,

park it there in the shadows.

Watch that door, right?
Watch that street.

- If Deeming turns up, arrest him.
- Yes, sergeant.

And if Webster turns up, don't go
near him, get me on the blower.

Right, sir.

Ricky Deeming didn't kill him.

No, it was that little toe-rag
Lawrie Elton.

He was kind enough
to tell me all about it.

Eventually.

And you know why?

Because Billy was going to talk
to Ricky Deeming about the drugs.

Lawrie Elton panicked.
I don't think he meant to kill him.

Just frighten him.

And why did Billy want to tell
Ricky Deeming about the pills?

Billy had faith in Ricky.

He looked up to him.
Like the father he never had.

No, not like a father.
Not like that at all.

Well, no, that's true,
not like that.

'Cause Billy was in love
with Ricky.

Where do I find Ricky Deeming?

- Armed men on the way, Joe.
- Oh, yeah?

Cavalry coming, is it?

Ricky Deeming's not coming, Joe.

Mantovani, over here.

Oh, don't kill him, Joe.

What difference
is that going to make?

Exactly, you can only hang once,

so never leave a living witness.

Well, what about Shirley?

At least tell me where she is.

I think she fancied a swim.

Ice cream man, here, now.

You are a bastard, Webster.

I've got kids.
- Yeah?

I'm an orphan meself,
never did me any harm.

Face down.

No, no, please!

Get up, Roberto.

Get up!

You drive?
Yes, yes.

Get in.

Get back!

Back!

Stay back!

Come after me and I'll kill him!

Lower your weapon!
That's an order!

Now!

Did you find Ricky Deeming?

No.

Did you find the girl?
No.

But I think I know
where she'll be.

Oh, Jesus.

Ah.

You know, sometimes I reckon
we should be the one

- issued with blowtorches and pliers.
- You'd like that, would you?

For people like Webster?
Yeah, I would.

What do we do now?

Hang around here
for Deeming's body to turn up?

I'm going back to the station.

You never told me

you made an arrest
at the Jazz Club.

She offered us
two amphetamines for sale.

- What was I supposed to do?
- You didn't solicit them?

No, I didn't.

I needed confirmation
that Billy was a pusher.

That's all I asked.

Now I've got a London lawyer on the
phone talking about entrapment.

She'll get off anyway.

- Her Dad's rich.
- Which is relevant in what way?

He'll get her a posh lawyer, and then
she'll cry in front of the judge,

who probably goes to
the same club as daddy anyway.

Is there any prejudice
you've managed to avoid?

Let her go.

No, I need her.
Why?

I've got my reasons.
What reasons?

What is wrong with you, Bacchus?

I don't like people
who break the law!

Unless they're
your superior officers.

No wonder you want
to join the Met.

Have you ever
considered the idea

of being loyal to the men
you work with,

or do you despise all of us?

I don't like officers who make arrests
to make themselves feel good.

And I don't like people who
send narcs to ask where I drink

and who I drink it with when they
could just ask me to me face!

And you should have let me put a
bullet in Webster's brain tonight,

whatever the consequences
for Roberto Minchella.

Who is alive, precisely because
I stopped you from trying.

I'm not sure you're really
a policeman at all.

I think you're a vigilante.

I just — I…

can't be like you.

Isabella was Italian.

I met her in the war.

You saw active service?

Monty.
Eighth Army.

North Africa, Sicily…

Then up through Italy.

I met her in Naples.

Then I went back for her.

Any children?

No.

Funny, isn't it?

I mean, look at me and Lisa.

A kid's not what we want.

Don't even want each other,
truth be told.

Hello?

Right.

Right, thanks.

Deemings' been home,
he's gone again.

- Any ideas?
- What, you want a hunch from me?

- We've got nothing else.
- Right, well, the Dice.

Or the knackers' yard.
He's got to have a key for that.

Which?

- The knackers' yard.
- Right, let's go.

Shouldn't we get
some more men armed?

Yes, put the call in.

Let's try the Dice.

Talk to me about my son.

Billy was a…
a beautiful person.

He was an artist.

What, like this?

What was he,
Picasso or something?

Like Michelangelo?

You should be proud of him.

Honest.

He had a light inside him.

He saw beauty in the world.

Beauty?

What, like your face?

Whoa, stop, stop, stop!

Quick, reverse.
Reverse quick.

Look.

Right.

Okay.

What did you do to my son?

Did you rape him?

Should have heard
your friend Lawrie squeal

when I did this to him.

Begged for his eyes
and his nose and his lips.

Beg, beg.

You know what?

I pity you.

You'll crawl through your own shit

by the time I'm finished
with you, you animal!

You're going down
this time, Joe.

Be sensible.

It would be meaningless.

Completely meaningless.

Go on then, George.

Shoot.

Why not?

Isabella.

Lovely name.

Foreign tart, was she?

Go on, gov.

I'll back you up
every inch of the way.

There's meant to be a difference

between us and them, Sergeant.

Webster: Yeah.

I've got a pair of balls.

Right.
No, no, no.

No, you leave him, right?

Take him, leave him.

Someone get an ambulance.

It's on its way, Sarge.

- Did he scream a lot, Joe?
- Who is this?

Lawrie Elton, when you pushed
that blow torch into his face?

Did he scream?

Who?
Lawrie Elton.

You know, the lad I let go.

Sergeant…
Just a minute, please.

He was a tough little nut,
wasn't he?

Bet you sort of admired that.

Aye, made of the right stuff.

Not like your son, Billy Lister.

Fascinating though this is…
Chalk and cheese,

wouldn't you say,
Billy and Lawrie?

Poles apart?

Is your Sergeant on drugs himself?

Let's get him to hospital, shall we?

Because the odd thing was
they were born on the same day.

Well, knock me down
with a feather.

Valerie Lister,
the woman you raped

when she was
a 15-year-old girl...

Well…
what is rape?

She never told you, did she?

She had twins.

Two boys.

I could show you the birth
certificates if you want.

And the adoption papers
for the second born,

the one she wasn't
allowed to keep.

It's true, isn't it, gov?

She had two lads.

He didn't go very far though,

Billy's brother, your other son.

He went to a childless couple
up in Newcastle.

Aye, they brought him up
the hard way.

Brought him up the way you
probably would have done, Joe.

He had a bit of spirit.
Made of the right stuff.

Not for this lad sitting round

drawing pictures
of other blokes.

No, this lad
liked his motorbike.

Would you like to know his name?

Did he scream a lot, then?

Did he beg for his life?

Ambulance is here, sir.

Take him.

What was that about?

There was a twin.

I just made the rest up.

Got the smile off his face,
though, didn't it?

You are a very strange
young man,

Sergeant Bacchus.

What would you have done
if I'd pulled the trigger?

I'd have bought you a drink.

Go on, admit it.

You wanted to, eh?

And it would have felt great,
wouldn't it?

Let's go home.

So the politician
says to the copper,

«Right, constable, what will it be?
A drink or a transfer?»

Ah, young Mr. Bacchus.

St. George's trusty steed

and a hero to boot.

Right, go on.

Piss off, all of you.

You think I'm joking?

Go, now.

The night Billy Lister died,

you went round to his house
and searched his room alone

at 1: 00 in the morning.

Why?

What was it that couldn't wait
till the next morning?

Lawrie Elton was murdered and
tortured because we let him go.

- Why did we let him go, again?
- You wanted him gone.

You were so busy trying
to bring Ricky Deeming down.

You planted that scarf,
didn't you?

Planted it
where I would find it.

You'd have let me
charge an innocent man.

You're finished.

Says who?

Says the Right Honorable
Charlotte Dawson.

- Come again?
- Oh, you know.

Posh bird I nicked
for pushing speed.

See, she could go down
for six months.

But instead, she's going to
sign a statement

saying that Billy Lister
told her

that you were the brains
behind this drugs racket.

Lister knew nothing about me.

Nor does the Right Honorable
Charlotte Dawson.

But she's going to
sign that statement…

when I write it,
don't you think?

'Cause then, you see, I'll
drop all charges against her.

Or?

Or you take your pension
and you leave by Friday.

Catching, isn't it?

- What is?
- Sainthood.

No, man.

I'll never be a George Gently.

He'd have charged you.

Anyway, I have other plans.

Oh, really?

Mmm.

What's funny?

Would you like to ask God
his forgiveness, Joe?

I'll ask him meself.

Years ago, my first big job
was head of CID in Dorset.

There was a young officer there

who became famous for
what was known

as his
«agricultural ability."

He was the best
at planting things.

I tried to change him,
but I failed.

He is now one of the most
corrupt detectives

in the Metropolitan Police,

which, of course,
makes him one of the most

corrupt policemen worldwide.

It's a lasting regret

that I couldn't stop him
when I had the chance,

which is why I've decided
to chop you down now.

Chop me down?
How?

I'm your new boss.

You're coming here?

- To this place?
- Yes.

I thought I'd had enough.

Find that I haven't.

Well, ships passing
in the night and that, sir,

but I've been offered a job
in the Met.

They're putting together
a new squad

to take on organized crime
in Soho.

- You'll be getting a letter.
- From who?

The Deputy Commissioner.

He's an old friend.

I told you, Sergeant Bacchus.

I'm chopping you down.

You're staying here.

With me.

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