"I'd hate to end up in prison." "It's not very likely, is it, Chris?" "Well, if I was wrongly accused of murdering me wife like David Janssen in The Fugitive." "You mean Harrison Ford." "No, I don't." "He got off, in the last episode." "Five years, that took." "I can't do five years, Ray." "I'm not that strong." "Chris, you don't even have a wife." "And I'm not likely to if it means ending up in chokey." "Detective Inspector Tyler, collecting Richard Hands." "Production order?" "Alright, alright!" "Oh, bloody Nora." "Sticky Dickie Fingers!" "What're you doing?" "Dickie's famous for getting caught in Alicante." "Flagrante, Chris." "In flagrante." "Flagrante." "With a sheep." "It were dark." "We all make mistakes." "Yeah, alright, that's enough." "What the hell is this about, anyway?" "We have new information about two robberies that were committed just before you were banged up." "My guv wants to talk to you." "Come on." "No need to be sheepish." "Look Dickie, there's a lamb!" "What do you think I am?" "Enough!" "What's up with him?" "Bloody hell, they're armed." "What do we do?" "Evasive action, Chris." "Just keep driving, Chris." "Just try and stay calm." "Pull over or I'll shoot!" "What do I do?" "Stay calm!" "Remember the system of car control!" "What are you talking about?" "Not very evasive, you div." "Everybody alright?" "Yeah, no thanks to Chris's job." "Get out of the car!" "Move!" "Get over there." "Hands on top." "No, what're you doing?" "You got the wrong man!" "Oh, no..." "Move, sunshine, and the next one is yours." "Didn't go too well, that." "My name is Sam Tyler." "I had an accident and I woke up in 1973." "Am I mad?" "In a coma?" "Or back in time?" "Whatever's happened, it's like I've landed on a different planet." "Now maybe if I can work out a reason, I can get home." "Series Two Episode Two" "I've seen cesspits with more brains." "This was supposed to be a simple job." "It was a stitch-up." "Somebody knew what we were doing." "Yes, thank you Dorothy, I think we've worked that out." "Just thought three of my finest might have put up a better fight." "You should've taken Cartwright with you." "She could have flashed her tits and stopped 'em." "How's your first day, petal?" "All the better for the pile of topless calendars someone left on my desk, sir." "Well?" "They were all tooled up." "What were we supposed to do?" "Not lose a prisoner of Her Majesty, for a start." "Now, now, Gene." "Back off a little." "That's not our day." "At least we've had one break today." "Superintendent Woolf here has offered to help us in our investigation." "Very honoured to have you on board, sir." "What makes this case so special?" "I know who's behind it." "Arnold Malone." "He'd be my nemesis if he knew how to spell it." "Responsible for most of the robberies in the Manchester area these past 20 years." "He's evaded my grasp and made a lot of money in the process." "Arnold Malone's time is up." "Not that this is a vendetta, of course." "Oh, it's exactly what it is." "With good reason." "Try this for your bedtime reading." "Might give you nightmares, mind." "Violence against civilians unlucky enough to get caught up in his blags." "Why haven't you caught him?" "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." "No, no, fair question." "I haven't been good enough, love." "I need your help, gents..." "Lady." "This is my last case." "I see Arnold Malone brought to book, I can retire a happy man." "Won't be easy, mind." "Malone is a nasty devious piece of work." "So you think Malone is behind Dickie Fingers being sprung." "I'll stake Gene's season ticket on it." "This has got Malone's finger prints all over it." "Dickie Fingers is the key to nailing Malone." "We know Malone is not dumb enough to be hiding Dickie Fingers himself." "So I want the names of all Malone's associates." "One of them must know where Fingers is being hidden." "Find out the word on the street, get out with the snouts." "Who's hiding Dickie Fingers, Dennis?" "Sure?" "Okay." "Come on." "Excuse me, love?" "Yes, boys?" "Have you seen this fella?" "Come on." "Come on, Ali, you must have seen him." "You didn't try hard enough." "A villain farts in this city, our snouts should be able to name the arse responsible." "We spoke to everyone." "Nobody knows what happened to Dickie Fingers." "I have to do everything myself!" "Come on!" "Evening news!" "Right, Dyllis." "I want all the news that's unfit to print." "Especially about Dickie Fingers." "Ain't talking in front of the young ponce here." "I think she means you." "Go read Fred Basset." "Oi, deaf aid." "Off it! Congratulations, Detective Chief Inspector Tyler." "I can't believe it." "Me, a DCI." "I never doubted that." "Thank you, sir." "For everything." "No need to thank me." "You earned it." "Be a good role model, Sam." "Who are you?" "What d'you want?" "2.20 Aintree." "Who won?" "Oi, Bill and Ben!" "Sod off, we're working here." "What's up with you?" "You're as white as a pint of Gold Top." "The bloke who looked after me when I joined the force..." "He's dead." "Close, were you?" "You could say he was my mentor." "I used to go to him for advice on everything." "Even when they promoted him upstairs." "I learned the job from him, really." "I think I knew him." "It's DI Frankenstein, weren't it?" "Certainly lumbered me with a monster." "Don't you have any respect?" "No." "But I do have a name behind Dickie Fingers's kidnapping." "Word on the street is we should be looking for a Mister..." "Harcourt." "Age?" "Address?" "Dunno." "That's why you're gonna go through these records until you find any mention of the name from the past thirty years." "What if your snout's got it wrong?" "This could be a massive waste of resources." "Dyllis is never wrong." "Anyway." "We got an extra pair of hands accorded from C division." "DC Glenn Fletcher." "DI Sam Tyler." "Welcome." "Don't worry." "It don't rub off." "DC Chris Skelton." "WDC Cartwright." "Annie." "I'm sorta new around here, too." "First women, now a coloured." "What's gonna be next, dwarves?" "You're here to do the spade work, then?" "Only it can get a bit cold around here." "It's not like being back home." "What, Burnage?" "You'll have to excuse DS Carling." "He's our resident Neanderthal." "No, good point, though." "When that heatwave hit last month," "I thought Enoch Powell'd had me deported." "Don't worry." "If there's a power cut I'll roll me eyes and you can follow me out to the exit!" "What a nice lad." "Alright, that's enough." "Look, you don't have to play Uncle Tom to fit in around here, okay?" "You're better than that." "Hold up..." "DI Tyler?" "You were at Hyde." "I was at Hyde for a bit." "Weren't there a bit of bother?" "I'm sure I remember your name." "Here we go!" "Come on." "Tell us what a bastard he really is." "You must be... mixing me up with somebody else." "No, I don't think I am." "Robbery in progress." "Wages van in Sparks Lane." "Tyler!" "There were three of them." "Shooters!" "They had stockings over their heads." "Bloody perverts." "Nine years I've been driving this van, I've never seen the like." "They must have known the route." "The day, the time..." "Everything down to what m'laddo had for breakfast." "They've probably been scheduling it for weeks." "What about a codriver?" "Or a security armour?" "What for?" "That safe is supposed to be unopenable." "Advert said:" "it'd take a ton of explosives and Albert Einstein to get in there!" "And all it took was a scrawny thief." "Dickie Fingers was obviously sprung so he could be a part of this robbery." "The likelier it is that Fingers and Malone went cahoots from the off." "When our car was attacked," "Dickie Fingers was more scared than all of us put together." "He had no idea what was going on." "I don't know whether you noticed, Marjorie, but the criminal fraternity sometimes indulge in practices called pretending and lying." "You'll have to excuse DI Tyler, he has this terrible condition called naivety." "Maybe he's right." "You were on the scene, you know what you saw." "Well, our first priority is to make sure the thieves don't strike again." "Which will be tricky, 'cause this sorts of gang rarely have just one target on the go." "They've usually researched half a dozen possibilities, waiting for the most opportune circumstancies on any one of 'em." "He knows his onions, his lad, eh?" "Oh, he's a right little smartarse." "So, what do you suggest, Buddha?" "We profile all the previous robberies, see if any patterns emerge." "Compile a list of all the places in the city that hold large amounts of cash or valuables on the premises, we correlate the value of the goods with the level of security, and we end up with a league table of the most... vulnerable organisations." "Don't you agree?" "Glenn?" "League tables?" "I ain't got bloody clue what you're on about, sir." "It's a list, with the likeliest targets at the top." "Why couldn't you say that in the first place?" "Because he wouldn't have sounded like a twonk." "Sorry, Ray, I forget you have... trouble with words of more than no syllables." "DC Skelton, you and DC Fletcher, get onto these... league tables of possible targets." "See who's most likely to win the title." "Sam, you and I are gonna send a little signal to Arnold Malone." "What sort of signal?" "I thought I'd arrest him." "We've no concrete evidence to implicate Arnold Malone in these robberies." "Look, I understand you wanna help out an old mate." "I've seen good men die on this job." "Keel over trying to settle old scores." "In ten years, I don't wanna see Harry Woolf wandering around like Nipper of the Yard, trying to collar Ronnie Biggs, he's too good for that." "If Woolf hasn't managed to catch Malone after all this time, what makes you think you can?" "With what you'd undoubtedly call my "differing methodological approach"." "Here." "Wave this about a bit when we get inside and try to look hard for once in your life." "Have you ever heard of "softly, softly"?" "Yes." "But I prefer Z Cars." "Don't move, you're surrounded by armed bastards!" "I said, don't move!" "Are you deaf?" "This is not how things are done." "Times change." "We know you were responsible for the Sparks Lane raid, Malone." "Not to mention springing Dickie Fingers from our transport car." "Coppers wet dream." "You're barking up the wrong tree." "Your trademark's all over that robbery." "I hope you're not insinuating I'm crooked." "What'd you do with the notes, Malone?" "Vended 'em through the bookies?" "Bought an industrial equipment for cash?" "Mr Woolf, you're looking so tired." "Not been sleeping well?" "When was the last time you had holiday?" "Me and the family," "I had a month in Barbados over Christmas." "'Course..." "It's not easy on your salary, is it?" "I could always stand you a couple of grand if you're a bit strap for cash." "Why don't you take five minutes?" "I don't need f..." "Don't give him the satisfaction." "Thanks." "Poor bloke." "He's not what he was." "Count to one then I'm gonna pull your teeth out with pliers." "Where's Dickie Fingers?" "I haven't got the moaning old git!" "Why should we believe you?" "Because I can tell you the next place that's being done over." "Arnold Malone gets all cooperative." "Why does that make my skin crawl?" "Raxton Street." "Main post office." "They're going for cash, stamps and postal orders." "Nice haul if they get away with it." "Don't believe you." "I thought it was obvious to a blind deaf mute what Sparks Lane was all about." "Low level blag to see whether Dickie would still match fit." "No." "Raxton Street's the big one." "Why are you telling us this?" "Always a pleasure to assist the police." "When is it going off?" "Just under an hour." "Chris, round up everyone you can get your hands on." "Ray, wake up and get a van." "Cartwright, sticks and lipstick on." "There's a blag going on Raxton St. post office in an hour." "I want the lot of you in there and undercover." "We're gonna catch these bastards with their fingers in the till." "Come on, what're you waiting for?" "If Malone's behind these robberies, then why is he tipping us off?" "He said there's a turf war." "That means Malone isn't behind Dickie Fingers's disappearance." "Guv, this could be a set-up." "You always do this to me." "I run in certain, I walk out confused!" "We're putting officers in harm's way without being in full possession of the facts!" "Don't worry about my officers, they're trained for exactly this type of situation." "Did you say bank or post office?" "Chris, post office!" "We have 57 minutes to respond to a 24 carat tip-off, which I'm 100% confident about." "And which, I say, is too much of a risk." "You know, if I was as worried as you," "I'd never fart for fear of shitting myself." "Now, we have one chance to recapture Dickie Fingers." "The Dickie Fingers that you let go off in the first place." "Now you be at Raxton St. in 10 minutes for my briefing, or you never set foot in this building again." "Comprehendes, muchacho?" "Yes, guv." "Good." "What's happened to Harry?" "Sir?" "Harry..." "It's not what you think." "I saw your hands shaking before." "You have no idea." "I do." "I've seen it a dozen times." "Half of CID will be alcoholics by the time Maggie Thatcher becomes Prime Minister." "If Margarget Thatcher ever becomes Prime Minister," "I'll have been doing something a lot stronger than whisky." "I'm taking these tablets, strong enough to knock out a horse," "This helps wash 'em down." "Whatever, really." "For the cancer." "Nine months." "A year at the outside." "Does Gene..." "No." "And you're not to tell him." "Sir." "I don't want his pity, so..." "I'll apreciate your discretion, Detective Inspector." "Or rather... silence." "Now..." "What's happening with Malone?" "He's given us a tip-off." "The post office in Raxton St. is about to be hit." "The guv's put some of our lads in there." "What, now?" "There you go, love." "Now don't spend it all at once." "I know, I miss shillings too." "There're still ordinary customers out there." "Because all these bloody amateurs are taking so long to process the queue." "Sir?" "Whatever it is, Cartwright, I haven't got time for it." "Blag's due at four on the dot." "I haven't received any firearms training." "That's not right." "You see?" "This is why birds and CID don't mix." "You give a bloke a gun, it's a dream come true." "You give a girl one, she moans it doesn't go with her dress." "Start behaving like a detective and show some balls." "Thanks for being so sympathetic, sir." "Let's hope you don't end up in my firing line." "She just threatened to shoot me!" "A very bright future ahead of that lass." "That's the last customer out." "All the people left in there now are ours." "Oi, remember." "Let it go on long enough till we got the evidence we need." "I want them red-handed holding enough rope to hang themselves with." "Come on, boys." "Show your faces." "Every bastard down now, this is a robbery!" "Get down now, on your knees!" "You, open that door now." "You, I said you!" "Do it!" "Move it!" "Come on, bird!" "Get that door open now!" "Get the door open, come on!" "Move it!" "You, stay there!" "Come on, move it!" "Get down, you!" "Get back!" "Stay down and stay quiet!" "Bring that any closer and I'll smack you in the mouth!" "Not that ballsy, you tart." "Prefer it if your mate got it, would you?" "You, show me where the safe is now." "I said, show me now!" "Come on, move!" "Move, move, come on!" "Show it!" "Let's move!" "Quiet!" "Get it open." "Hurry up!" "Get over there, bitch." "We should move in now." "There's an officer in jeopardy." "I want that safe door open before we rush in." "Look at yourself." "Women's undies on your head." "Pointing a gun at a woman." "How small must your John Thomas be!" "Now she's riding him!" "Women!" "What're you doing?" "It's making me skin itch, I'll be in blotches!" "This one's seen who you were, now." "So deal with it, I'm working!" "We need Dickie red-handed then he'll grass Malone like a squealing bloody pig." "Your problems are much bigger than me, sunshine." "Any second now." "Go, go, go!" "Don't move, scumbags." "We've been set up!" "This is all your fault." "None of this would have happened if you'd have left me in prison." "Look, we know Arnold Malone is behind this, so..." "All we need from you are the details." "I'm not talking with him in the room." "I mean it." "Fine by me." "Give me a shout if he needs a slap." "Promise you'll protect me and I'll give you a name." "You're very eager to cough all of a sudden." "He's here, in this building." "I need your protection." "Malone can't get you in here." "We can take care of..." "Swear you'll look after me!" "On your mother's life!" "I promise." "Just give me the name." "Who'd never leave any clues behind?" "Don't start playing games with me." "He knows what you look for and where you look for it." "He's been staring you all along." "If you don't give me the name," "I'm just gonna bang you up in one of the cells." "He arranged the attack on your car." "Give me the name!" "He was behind the production order!" "How could Malone get a production order?" "It's got nothing to do with Malone, it's Harry Woolf!" "It's Harry Woolf." "No." "No way." "You said you'd protect me." "You can't go back on that." "You can't just start accusing a serving police officer." "Where's your proof?" "Where's your evidence?" "A copper like Woolf wouldn't leave clues." "Why're you telling me all this?" "Because I know too much." "If he gets to me in here, I'm a dead man." "Look at the cases." "They all make sense if Woolf's behind them." "You have ten seconds to give me the real name behind these robberies." "It's the truth!" "Why would I make this up?" "You have to believe me." "You don't protect me, I'm a corpse." "I know you don't wanna hear it, but he's being taking the proceeds of these robberies." "Harry Woolf's as bent as they come." "Good day's work." "Dickie Fingers should have enough information about Malone's activities for us to make something sticky, even if it's tax evasion." "The old Al Capone trick." "See it Dickie ships straight back to prison, will you?" "Actually, sir..." "I still haven't quite finished my own inquiries." "I'm not with you." "I need a little bit more time before I hand him over." "There's another unrelated case Dickie might have information about." "Gene didn't mention this." "It's only just come up." "If I could just question the suspect for another 24 hours..." "That long?" "I'd be very happy to take him back as soon as I have everything I need." "Fine." "Thank you, sir." "Join us at the Railway Arms when you're done." "A villain's word against the superintendent's and you're confused." "If you'd seen the look on Dickie Fingers's face." "He was terrified." "He's already made you look an idiot once, this week." "And he could be... part of Arnold Malone's vendetta against Harry Woolf." "But what if he's telling the truth?" "I have a responsability..." "Superintendent Woolf is one the most respected members of the force." "Other than this gossip, what evidence have you got to suspect him?" "I've read the books, Annie." "Seen the documentaries..." ""When good cops go bad"." "This is the time when it all happened." "Why would he put himself in that situation?" "Just think of what he's got to lose." "His reputation, his pension, his friends, his colleagues..." "I know you're right." "Of course you are." "You've got to tell DCI hunt." "Gotta tell me what?" "Well, it's all becoming clear now." "Glances across the canteen, late night conversations in the office..." "Before you know it, Cartwright, you'll be stuck at home with 9 kids doing the ironing while he's touching up the youngest blonde in the typing pool." "Don't say I didn't warn you." "How does your missis put up with you?" "Must be my legendary prouesse as a lover." "I'd better go." "So?" "Okay." "Promise me you won't overreact." "When have I ever overreacted?" "There's been an allegation from a prisoner," "about one of our officers." "Don't tell me." "Phyllis is demanding slap and tickle for a night in the cells." "D'you wanna hear this or not?" "Not really, but by the look on your face, you're gonna tell me anyway." "Dickie Fingers..." "Oh, it's a good start." "Dickie Fingers is alleging that Harr..." "Superintendent Woolf sprang him from prison, in order to assist in a set of robberies that he," "Harry Woolf, is masterminding." "Or I could tell you about the number of variety of commendations Harry Woolf has been awarded in his long and illustrious carrier." "Or I could rear off a list of all the lowlives Harry Woolf has had removed from the streets." "And I could, if I really wanted to, tell you about the number of officers that view Harry Woolf as the pinnacle of what it means to be a copper, myself included." "But why would I bother with any of that when this is a much more effective means of communicating my distaste!" "Right." "Pub." "Why would he lie?" "Same reason birds tweet." "It's the only thing they know how to do." "Something's not right." "Yeah, you're right." "Things have got out of hand." "Arnold Malone's pulling all the strings, and Dickie Fingers is singing accusations like a canary in the hope that some mud'll stick." "If that's true, then..." "Why did Arnold Malone tip us off about the post office robbery?" "And why surrender Dickie Fingers to us?" "If we knew that, Malone would be behind bars." "Harry Woolf's been trying to do that for half of your life time." "You're not gonna mention this to Harry Woolf, are you?" "Of course I bloody am." "There's been an accusation." "There are procedures." "Sam." "You've had your todger tugged." "Don't make yourself look any more stupid than you already do." "You can't go and tell a potential suspect everything we know." "You call him that again, and I'll break your chin in nine places." "I'm asking you nicely." "Let's do this properly." "Just for once." "Dickie Fingers said what?" "The cheeky bugger!" "Luckily, DI Tyler here brought it to my attention." "What would big Malcolm Allison do in a situation like this, eh, Gene?" "Smack Malone over the head with a bottle of champagne and stub his Cuban out on his hand." "I take it as a compliment, mind." "Must be getting to Malone, he's scared enough to get one of his lackeys to try and discredit me." "It's occupational hazard." "Shows you got 'em on the ropes." "Your round, Sam." "Sorry, did I startle you?" "I thought you lived on the other side of town, sir." "Needed some air." "To clear the head." "I don't take the accusation of corruption lightly." "I value my reputation." "Worked a long time for it." "I know that." "But there's been an allegation and..." "I have a duty to investigate it." "You're a good copper, Tyler." "Malone must really be worried, trying to set me up like this." "Do you trust that I'm innocent?" "Of course, sir." "Then you're a fool." "There's no "of course" about it." "You have a duty to report this to Disciplinary Complaints." "I don't think DCI Hunt will agree with you." "I've always maintained we need to be seen to be clean." "So you want me to report this?" "Like you said, you've received a serious allegation." "You don't know me from Adam." "Look at all the evidence." "Give it your full consideration." "And if you think it's best investigating independently, then report it to the hush puppies." "With my blessing." "Before you start, it weren't my shift." "What're you on about?" "Have you not heard?" "There was a barney overnight, a fight got going in Dickie Fingers's cell." "Spread out into here, he got out, did a runner." "What?" "Who was on the desk?" "That's what I'm trying to find out." "If you can find the roster, you're a better man than me." "The last conversation I had with Dickie Fingers, he was frighten for his life." "And now you're telling me he's disappeared?" "You can stop that now." "This is cock-up, not conspiracy." "Seriously, boss." "Take someone else." "Nice white face!" "I'm only on secondment." "I don't really wanna get involved." "Cut the performance, Glenn." "When are you gonna get involved?" "I mean, how long do you think you've got?" "Because believe me, everything can change like that." "I know this is gonna sound weird." "But I know who you are underneath." "Oh, you know me, do you?" "You know how it feels when the monkey sounds start?" "When the bananas are piled up outside your locker?" "If I make it through a month without murdering a colleague, they oughta erect a statue of me." "You knew what you were getting into when you signed up." "I didn't sign up to be a bloody standard bearer." "Why should I have to fight all the battles?" "Because if you don't, who will?" "Somebody has to be the first." "Somebody has to take responsibility." "The only person I'm responsible for is meself." "One day, there's gonna be a young recruit who will look to you to show him the way." "He'll take his principles, his values, his beliefs, directly from you." "When that day comes, if you're not good enough, if all you can tell me is to... keep your head down and don't cause any trouble," "then there's no hope for any of us, is there?" "How do you wanna be remembered, Glenn?" "You know?" "When you die." "What do you want people to say about the sort of copper you were?" "About the sort of man you were?" "So." "He likes a fry-up, and a flutter on the gee-gees." "Well, best bang him up, eh?" "We keep watching." "What, until he just gives himself up?" "I don't know what else to do." "I haven't got all the answers, you know." "I can't even talk to anyone, except you." "You see, that's what I don't understand." "Why me?" "Because I've got a good feeling about you." "Oh." "God, you're not a poof, are you?" "Shit." "I don't mind you reporting me." "But staking out a senior officer borders on the underhand." "Dickie Fingers disappeared from his cell last night." "So I hear." "Has it affected your decision to report me to disciplinary complaints?" "I don't know what to think anymore, sir." "Trust your instincts, Tyler." "They're the only thing you can ever rely on." "Oh, I should apologize." "I made a phone call while I was in the bookies." "Bang on cue." "Tyler!" "Oh, good." "Thank you, sir." "The rules go like this:" "you're my officer, you do as I say!" "I was following my instincts." "I should charge your instincts with wasting police time!" "Be a grown-up and admit you were wrong." "Dickie didn't want to escape, he was too scared." "Somebody bloody should be, throwing down that sort of accusation." "Come on." "Someone didn't want Dickie talking to us." "Someone sprung him out of his cell and that someone is desperate to keep him quiet." "Oi!" "Laurel and Hardy!" "We're busy!" "You're wanted at the mortuary." "This is a professional killing." "An execution." "Malone is going for Harry and he doesn't care who he sacrifices." "Harry was the one who wanted to question Dickie Fingers in the first place." "He got you to apply for the Home Office production order." "It's the perfect way to spring somebody from prison." "Oi, Cindy, did I say you could come in?" "I thought you'd want to know," "I found out who was on cell duty last night when Dickie Fingers escaped." "Oi, aye?" "Who?" "D'you want to tell them or shall I?" "I can explain." "I was just following orders." "After all we've been through together!" "You betrayed me!" "What're you talking about?" "That's enough, Sam." "Enough!" "He's off his nut." "Did you help Dickie Fingers walk?" "I did what I was told..." "By superintendent Woolf!" "I wanted to see what Dickie Fingers would do if he got his freedom." "I figured he went straight to Malone, it would show everything was planned the way I thought, setting me up to take the fall." "I made a bad call." "My worst." "Why didn't you let me in on this?" "This whole business's been getting to me, didn't know who I could trust anymore." "I'm starting to know I you feel." "So, Dickie Fingers." "You chased him?" "And I lost him." "Ashamed to say," "I'm not as quick nor as strong as I used to be." "He got away from me." "I had no chance, then, I just had to sit and wait." "When the news came in that he'd been killed..." "You see the sort of people we're dealing with, here." "I'm worried." "Things are backfiring for me." "Seen from a certain angle, I..." "Well, I don't have to tell you." "Malone is a devious snake, Gene." "He's decided to go in for the kill." "I'm sitting here vulnerable." "I need your help." "So." "What're we gonna do?" "Malone!" "Well, well." "What a pleasant surprise." "I know about the robberies." "I know..." "You had Dickie Fingers executed." "Well, this game stops today." "I've tolerated that bastard stepping on my turf for a while." "Now he's overstepped the mark." "Dickie Fingers did not deserve to die." "We know you had him killed." "Don't be an arsehole, lad." "Why would I kill Dickie?" "He was the best." "I've been following Harry Woolf's activities for two years." "I suspected he'd try and pin it on me sooner or later." "But killing one of my men?" "Harry Woolf has not crossed the pavement." "The man's filth." "And this ends here, because I say so." "Alright?" "Oh, I've got the evidence." "Times, dates, photos..." "I've got him briefing blaggers, paying in deposits, whatever you need, I can provide." "You're lying." "I should've intervened sooner." "But I wanted to see how he was gonna go." "Now Dickie Fingers has paid the price." "And I'm blaming meself." "Oh, and you too, obviously." "Blundering into things you didn't understand, you must have panicked him." "So you're claiming that Superintendent Woolf arranged the execution of Dickie Fingers?" "You shall have my full cooperation, and that of my associates and informants." "And with all that, you shall be able to construct a watertight case against him." "You dirty scumbag!" "I lost one of my men today." "For no good reason." ""Not Harry", I thought." ""Harry understands the rules, the code of battle."" "But he's crossed the line." "And I'm taking him down." "None of this is true." "He's humiliated you, DCI Hunt." "And you, his protegee." "Guv." "Go on, lad." "Run after him, then." "Never lived up to him in the whole of me working life." "Malone could be lying." "But he's not, though, is he?" "Those robberies spanned four divisions, multiple investigations, time that could've been spent going after rapists, murderers." "Why would he do this?" "I could start the procedure for internal investig..." "Yeah, you will." "We sort this out ourselves." "That's what I was taught." "Sam, man." "What am I supposed to tell him?" "I don't care." "Just get him out of the area for an hour." "Preferably two." "Yeah, but..." "What if he cottons on?" "What sort of copper are you, Glenn?" "How d'you know we're gonna find anything here?" "What about his home?" "I know Harry." "He knows the safest place to hide criminal evidence is in a police station." "Let's try and be a little..." "circumspect." "He always said" "Malcolm Allison could get away with anything." "Lancashire Building Society." "Deposit account in the name of Mr Harcourt Woolf." "Harcourt Woolf." "My snout knew all along." "We're a laughing stock." "Give me the list of those robbery dates." "Deposits made a few days after each robbery." "League Champions 67 to 68." "How much would it cost to have someone killed if you knew the right people?" "It's all circumstancial." "He's hardly gonna crack under interrogation." "All we've got is Malone's word, which is not gonna stand up in court." "Alpha One, are you receiving?" "Go ahead, Phyllis." "I just had word:" "DC Fletcher got dumped out of a car out by Audenshaw." "Is he alright?" "Cuts and bruises, but he wanted to let you know the guy he was with got away." "Does that make sense to you?" "Roger that." "Harry Woolf knows we're onto him." "He's not gonna go anywhere without this." "You in a rush, Harry?" "The coloured lad, he's working with Malone." "He's tried..." "I've got your book." "Hoping to empty your account?" "Don't tell me." "Rio?" "Costa Del Sol?" "Et tu, Gene." "You believe all these things you hear about me?" "Talk me out of it." "Tell me it's all untrue." "I can't." "I made you too good." "How has this happened?" "I was stupid to involve you." "I thought it was a good way of covering my tracks." "You underestimated me." "You underestimated us." "It's over, Harry." "You read much Freud, DI Tyler?" "I'm more of a Dan Brown man." ""Every son kills his father", that's what my dad used to quote me." "It's a wonder I'm as well adjusted as I am." "How has this happened?" "Have you seen Arnold Malone's house?" "Three times the size of mine, two more in Spain." "I saw these villains getting rich, looked in my wage packet, thought something's skew-whiff here." "So I thought, set up the robberies, frame Malone, he gets banged up, I get a bit of cash." "It's not like he doesn't deserve it." "Come on." "It's not exactly murder or kiddy fiddling, is it?" "You had Dickie Fingers killed." "Yeah." "That's when things started to get a bit tricky." "So." "How do we get out with this?" "We arrest you." "Have you told him?" "Have you told me what?" "You were trying to protect him." "He really knows his onion, this lad." "Have you told me what?" "I'm dying, Gene." "A year, maximum." "Let me have the cash, a ticket to Majorca and I'll disappear forever." "No one else needs to get hurt." "Let me see this out in peace." "How many villains have I put away?" "Doesn't that earn me something?" "No." "Give me the book, Gene." "Great minds think alike." "Don't be stupid." "Come on, it doesn't have to end like this." "Are you really capable of taking me down?" "After I made you?" "If he isn't capable," "I am." "I trusted you, sir." "Believed I was helping you investigate Malone." "You're supposed to be the example!" "So." "Which one of us is gonna have the balls to shoot first?" "Drop the gun!" "Drop the gun, sir!" "Don't remember me like this." "I'll call you an ambulance..." "Guv." "Another transfer, another station, eh?" "That's what people do, ain't it?" "And there's been a bit of bother, and I wanna avoid the fallout." "Thanks, Sam." "Thanks for not letting on about me involvement to Disciplinary Complaints." "I owe you one." "You'll pay me back." "In time." "I wish I had half your belief in me." "You will have." "Just, you know, make it count." "Be the good role model." "Make people remember you." "Earn your headline." "Don't take this the wrong way, DI Tyler." "But you're a mental case." "Operator?" "I need you to put me to a Hyde number." "It's Hyde 2612." "Connecting." "Hello?" "Who is this?" "Sam?" "Sam, is that you?" "You've been making calls to my phone." "Don't call here again, Sam." "What?" "You know the rules." "What rules?" "I call you." "Who are you?" "What're these staff appraisals, then?" "More of your Age of Aquarius bollocks?" "I could do an appraisal on you, if you like." "Hey, if there's any appraisal to be done, I'll be the one to do it." "You don't even understand the concept of it." "How about, "doesn't obey me orders, goes off for his own win"?" "That's not how it works." "I know." "Just felt like saying it." "So, what about the money?" "It'll be confiscated." "Harry'll lose his pension." "So he's gonna die pennyless and alone." "No." "I won't let that happen." "D'you want my appraisal of you?" "No." "It's your round, then." "Thank you." "Subtitles:" "Nathbot Thanks to Aissy" "Spoilers right after this!"