"My name is Sam Tyler." "I had an accident and I woke up in 1973." "Was I mad?" "In a coma?" "Or back in time?" "Whatever had happened, it was like I'd landed on a different planet." "If I could figure out why I was here then maybe I could get back home." "Yeah, whatever." "That is so lame." "Return the classified document, thank you." "What did Evan get you for your birthday, Molls?" "A Blackberry." "I'll get you some more and you can make a birthday crumble." " Did your dad manage to..." " No." "He's in Canada with Judy." "So, this guy, Taylor..." "Tyler." "He died." "April, last year." "Schizo?" "Delusional?" "What's the German one?" "Is he going in the book?" "Oh, DCI Tyler's getting a book all to himself." "Charlie 75 to DI Drake." "Roger that." "South Bank, outside Tate Modern." "Gunman has taken female hostage." "Trojan units are assigned." "Over." " Shit!" "Pass me the thing." " I'll do it!" "OK." "Hold on." "OK." "Now stay put, sweetheart." "Mum, don't go." "Start talking, Sergeant." "IC1 male, Arthur Layton." "He may be on drugs." "He's taken a hostage." "He might do anything." "I'm taking my daughter to school, she's in the car." "You can't expect..." " He asked for you by name, ma'am." " What?" "He says he'll shoot her if you won't talk to him." " Armed response?" " On their way." "Excuse me." "Excuse me, please." " You stop there!" " You asked to speak to me, Arthur." " I'm DI Alex Drake." " I know who you are." "You stop staring at me, I don't like it!" "OK, I'll avert my eyes." "And if you let this young lady go, we can discuss..." "Discuss what?" "That I'll kill her, yeah?" "I'll kill you!" "Do you understand?" "Come here." "You come here." "Now, get over here." "Now!" "Marksmen, hold your fire." "Hostage negotiator approaching subject." "I repeat, hold your fire." "I help people, Arthur, people who are trapped." " I help them to find an escape route." " You stop looking at me!" "I don't like it." "Yeah, I see you!" "I see you!" "This is my show, you understand?" "I knew you when you were a little girl." "You've got your mother's eyes, Alex." "I'm sorry..." "I don't..." "# I'm happy." "Hope you're happy, too" "# Here, I'm happy # Hope you're happy, too. #" "What?" "Boom!" "Mum!" "Mum!" "Don't shoot!" "Don't shoot!" "There's a child!" "Hold your fire!" "You stay back!" "If you follow me, then I'll blow her head off!" "Down them steps." "Get down them steps!" "You stupid little girl!" "Molly!" " Molly!" " Mum!" "Marksmen stand down." "Suspect has left the scene." "Repeat, stand down." "Your godfather's going to take you home, Molly." "I've got a stack of reports and I'm..." "Oh, Molls, come here." "Come here." "You could've got killed in front of me!" "I told you to stay in the car." "You know, it's a hard, screwed-up world, you know?" "But if you trust me, I can try to help you get through it." "Evan!" "It's all right, scrap." "What say we get you a cake?" "A seriously chocolaty one." "Then I can pretend I know something about Shakira and you can take the piss out of me." "We'll blow the candles out together, OK?" "Come on, scrap." "# I'm happy" "# Hope you're happy too. #" "God!" "Relax, Alex." "Just drive." "How do you know me?" " What do you want?" " Shut up!" "Now you... you're going to be my ticket out of this mess, Alex Drake, yeah?" "Move!" "Yeah, Layton." "Well, you're gonna have to listen, cos I've got a piece of your past standing right here in front of me." "Tim and Caroline Price's daughter." "How did you know my parents?" "And I'm gonna tell her the truth, why her parents died." "Go!" "Well, that's your choice." "What could my parents possibly have to do with any of this?" "They've been dead a long time." "I had an empire, yeah?" "Back in the day." "I had connections." "I had dealers on every street corner..." "And things went wrong?" "Do you want to talk about that?" "You... you... you feel trapped." "I mean, I can understand that." "Those officers were itching for a fatality outcome." "Mummy?" "Mummy!" "Alex." "Hello." "Get off me!" "Get off me!" "Excuse me." "Help me, I've been shot!" "Help me!" "Help me, I've been shot!" "Oh, God." "Help me!" " Not now, miss." " You've got to help me!" "My God!" "Come here!" "It was you!" "You little slut!" "Come here, you stupid tart!" "You called the police!" "We've been busted!" "You called them in, you evil bitch!" " Didn't you?" " What?" "Ah, you're gonna regret this, sweet cheeks!" "Today, my friend, your diary entry will read," ""Took a prozzie hostage and was shot by three armed bastards."" "Don't let this get out of control." "Guv, he could have a gun." "OK, think." "You... you have to be smart." "Don't upset him, love." "This is one bloke you don't want letting his load off." "If you choose a path of destruction driven by illogical pride and delusional self-importance, you enjoy fleeting power before..." "Well, being shot and killed." "Is it me or are toms getting smarter?" "A fatality outcome is what these officers are after." "Oh, you're right." "Don't shoot, officers." "See?" " Completely unarmed." " You're going down, you scum." "This won't amount to a hill of beans, Mr Hunt." "Hunt?" "Blimey, if that skirt was any higher I could see what you had for breakfast." "Now, Ray, cuff this nancy berk." "Chris, look after the lady, she's the classiest pro I've seen all week." "DC Chris Skelton?" "Roger that." "DS Ray Carling?" "Gene Hunt?" "My reputation precedes me." "Wouldn't get much change out of a tenner for this one, Ray." "Definitely give her a tenner." "Cracking pair of puppies!" "OK." "OK, focus." "This is a sub-conscious construct induced by severe cranial trauma." "Fascist pig!" "We only need a statement, love." "And you." "My God." " I can hear the wind in the trees." " Strewth, she's gonna break into song." "This is a full sensory hallucination." "My God!" "I dunno." "Look at the way she's touching that car!" "No, no." "This happened to him, it can't happen to me." "You all right, darlin'?" "Molly." "She needs me." "What do you think you're playing at?" "Have you any idea what the paperwork's like on suicides?" " Get off me." " Shut up." "No, not in there." "Don't take me in there." "Jim, take statements off these hoity-toity poofters." "I don't normally let prozzies into my office... unless it's a party." "It's July, 1981." "It's the year my mum and dad died." "What of, confusion?" "Don't pretend you know how to fly that thing." "There's nothing on this hard drive but the time and date." " Pong." "I've got Pong." " Guv, I..." "Mary Magdalene!" "You all right?" "Here you go." "Tab?" "Don't be ridiculous, Granger." "Look at her." "Airs and graces." "Likes Bolly before she'll get her knickers off." "Back to your desk." "I know how this works." "I know how this works." "The mind fashions conduits to the real world." "Hello?" "Hello." "I need to find out if I'm in hospital." "I need to find out if Molly knows where I am." "Right, I've had enough of this." "I need a bloody statement from you." "Oh, God." "I love toms." "Right, enough." "Get up." "Right, well, as you know, we've all been waiting on a new DI." "Alex Drake." "Oh, is he here?" "Hey, what's that hooker doing with a..." "Welcome on board, Inspector." "I knew an Asian prozzie once." "Could do amazing things with a ping pong ball." "Not surprising really." "The Chinese are good at table tennis, aren't they?" "Hey." "Why's this tart got a warrant card?" "# I'm a little teapot short and stout... #" "Oh, God." "Come on Zippy, talk to me." "Don't want anyone filling in their arrest diaries!" "Got it?" "Ain't done me diary since last week, guv." "Good." "I'll fill it in as soon as I've decided what you were doing." "And what were you doing in that brothel?" "Undercover?" "Or moonlighting?" "Let's assume the former." "... will focus on the policing of multi-racial areas like Brixton." "Never anything on." " The public hate you." " They hate US, inspector." "Their antagonists were 500 or 600, mainly black teenagers." "Do you want a brew?" "Just run along, Gene, and do whatever it is that sub-conscious recessional forms do." "Don't waggle your fingers when you say my name." "Sam got voices out of the telly." "Sam?" "Tyler." "I knew him." "Poor sod." "Explains a lot." "Good God." "I've assimilated his fantasies." "What are you doing down here, anyway?" "Transferred from GMP a year ago." "I've moved on." "Besides, scum is scum wherever you go." " And why am I here?" " You put in for it." "You're taller than I imagined." "I'm bigger in every department." "The twat in the cells is Edward Markham, City trading ponce." "Heads up a drug dealership." "You wanna sit in?" "Feel good, does it?" "Making money out of honest working class kids, turning them into ghosts and rent boys?" "Firstly, Mr Hunt, you have absolutely no evidence." "Secondly, and according to this senior female officer, mirabile dictu, you were deliberately looking for a - what was it?" "Yeah, fatality outcome." "Blowing my head off." "Ipso facto, my case rests." "That's crap." "And some of it was in Klingon." "If we wanted to murder you, we'd come round your house in the middle of..." "Take no notice of my sergeant." "He's very upset." "His mother's ill in hospital." "Yeah, I'm, er..." " God, I hope she pulls through." " Yeah, bet you do." "For the record, you will retract that remark." "Cocaine and heroin are flooding into this city, and you, my friend, are behind it." "You're living in a fantasy world, Mr Hunt." "Where do they keep the most advanced radio in this station?" "Wait for it!" "Oh, God!" "It's like Tomorrow's World, innit, boss?" "Er, ma'am." "I need to know what's going on out there, Chris." "I'm unconscious and I need reviving." "I get that at weekends." "Yeah, but I'm convinced that this Markham..." "Yeah, all I ask, sir, is that Markham..." "Sir, there was never any question of one of my officers shooting an unarmed man." "Yes, these are difficult times and I am just trying to do my job, sir." "Goodbye." "It's Sony." "I nabbed it off that drug dealer we nicked in the whorehouse." " That's so sweet!" " I could've sworn that was mine." "Well, you're mistaken, sir." "You know, Mr Hunt, in the City we're always looking for a good investment, like the chap who invented the Walkman." "You have to know when there's a new market ready to explode." "That's my job." "I see an exciting new product and..." "KAPOW!" "It's all about the future." "And you know what?" "I don't think the future includes you." "It would have been a sound nick if it hadn't been for her." "Fatality outcome?" "Christ!" "Got a good pair of honkers on her, though." "Women Dls should look like a cross between Betty Turpin and the HMS Ark Royal." "They should not look shag-worthy." "You can't give a person who gets periods that much responsibility." "Too right." "Talk to me!" "Somebody!" "What's so special about you, Gene?" "When good coppers go under, why do you appear?" "!" "It's my aftershave." "And stop wiggling your bloody fingers every time you say my name!" "Now, we've got the makings of a drug epidemic in this city." "I had the chief supplier and you gave him room to slide loose!" "Markham?" "!" "He's not your king pin!" "Any cursory psyche assessment would show he doesn't possess delegational inclinations." "Sorry, come again?" "I don't speak Hindustani!" "Top-flight crime lords expect their minions to do their donkey work." "They expend their energy only when it's absolutely necessary." "Crime lords don't gloat in police stations, Gene." "They don't spend money on expensive lawyers and then do all the talking themselves." "And they are not out to impress northern flatfoots like you." "Is this la-di-da posh bollocks meant to impress me?" "Just look at me." "Look at me." "I am trained to get inside the criminal mind and now I'm stuck in my own... with you!" "Whoopee!" "Are you laughing at me?" "No." "I just never thought it would seem this real." "Sam always said what amazed him most about this place was..." "Look at you." "It's beating." "That's incredible." "Fan-dabi-dozi!" "Now then, Bollinger knickers, you gonna kiss me or punch me?" "Arthur Layton's a tinker with a minor record." "We flipped him over, he keeps his eyes open, we don't bang him up." "He has to be crucial to this." "Otherwise why is he in here?" "Boss?" "I mean, ma'am?" "Right." "Let's break it down." "Now, I was shot." "The result of that act was my arrival in this... dystopia." "Dystopia." "I had that once." "I couldn't eat solids for a week." "Ah, baby." "My mind creates a dark, twisted place for me to go to." "My brain is in severe trauma and so will not expend energy creating people that I don't need." "Therefore, everything here is significant." "I am an empirical person." "I break everything down and I study it." "That's how I solve problems." "So, your head has made up a puzzle for you to solve cos that's the best way..." "Because that is the way that I will get strong." "I must constantly analyse." "Hang about." "Analyse what?" "Why you were shot?" "The moment it happened, I saw the bullet and I thought," ""This is it, Alex." "This is how it ends."" "Like this was your destiny?" "Like Ben Kenobi in Star Wars." "Now, where does that leave me?" "Boss?" "Ma'am?" "No." "I'm not dead." "# Hope you're happy, hope you're happy... #" "Hello?" "Hello?" "Hello?" "You're under arrest!" "Who are you, then?" "It's all right, Zippy." " Molly's my new friend." " Poor old Molly!" "She must be very hard up for friends!" "I'm looking for my mum." "Well, I haven't seen her." "But it's my birthday." "We have a cake and presents and I'm waiting for her to come." "But she must be so far away, Molly." "So far that you couldn't even see her through the biggest, giantest telescope in the whole world." "Yes, yes." "That's right, George." "Forget your mum, Molly." "She's never coming back." "Alex?" "Mummy?" "You're going to miss my birthday." "All my birthdays!" "Morning, ma'am." "Do you like the flat?" "Luigi lets us use it." "WPC Granger." "Hey, "Is she or isn't she?"" "She most definitely is." " WPC Granger..." " Call me Shaz." " Or Shazzer." " Can get me a change of clothes?" "I'd like out of red before Chris de Burgh writes songs about me." "Chris, get me your intelligence on Arthur Layton." " Addresses, contacts, past offences." " Roger." " I know what you're doing." " Really." "Whatever." "What?" " New broom swings in." " Sweeps in." "Comes in looking to make a quick collar." "Trying to impress the troops." "I know he doesn't look like much, but Layton is behind this, because that is why I'm here." "Let me show you something." "We've monitored the drugs traffic across the division." "Movements, deals, everything." "The centre is here." "The financial district." "Now, Markham is a right banker." "He knows how to hide the drug money in any number of accounts." "We're on the verge of a major bust, ma'am." "Like that Operation Poppadom." "Here you go, boss... ma'am." "Arthur Layton." "This is his business in Shadwell." "And past convictions for fencing stolen gear." "Look at your map, Hunt." "It's a web." "The thing is, the spider isn't sitting in the middle." "He's hiding on the edge." "Guv's right." "Layton's just a down-at-heels fella scratching a living together." "No, he becomes that... one day." "But not now." "Trust me." "I'm sorry, ma'am, but the Guv, he thinks you're trying to undermine us, like." "Look, all right." "Just relax." "OK, "Chris"?" "I know how this goes." "Hunt's the bullish one, Ray's the misogynistic one, and you're the nervous one, blah blah blah." "I don't care." "I am going to stop Arthur Layton because that could be the mental trigger to get me out of here." "OK?" "Roger that." "I'm not nervous." "I'm just cautious." "Hello?" "Mr Layton?" " Police." " Can I help you?" "You're under arrest!" "Arrest?" "What for?" "I've got receipts for all this stuff." "I'm stopping you." "I know you!" "What you talking about?" "Chris, cuff him!" "Don't look at me like that." "Don't like it." "You have a network of drug dealers and money launderers under your control, including Edward Markham." "No, I'm a barrow boy with a junk shop." "You know that." "You're under arrest and you are staying here." "As much as it pains me," "I think we may need something that can stick in court." ""You're staying here," probably won't do it." "Mr Layton, do you have an appointed brief?" "No." "I'll have to get one." "Oh, that's right." "That's right, you let others handle it." "The strategy of a powerful man with nothing to prove." "A powerful man would bring his brief with him." "Guv, we've had a breakthrough." "Right." "Layton, off you go." "Thank you." "We put the crime squad onto Markham like you said." "He made nine separate phone calls from phone boxes in the City district." "All phone cards." "Phone cards?" "!" "Flash git!" "He then went and picked up a message from railway arches near Tower Bridge." "Something got him rattled." "I know what got Markham rattled." "We pulled his boss in." "He was checking to see if he could close the supply line down." "Layton is a control freak." "Being in the driving seat is essential to his emotional well-being." "Where do you learn this hippy shit?" " Langley." " Near Macclesfield?" "Virginia." "Secondment to the CIA." "Here you go, ma'am." "Fresh clothes like you wanted." "Thank you, Shaz." "Got 'em off a lady who was killed by a Timothy Whites van." "That's brilliant." "Bring Markham in again." "Shake the web." "Layton will hate that." "Psychiatry." " Psychology." " Same thing." "Still, not a bad idea for a bird." "Boys and girls, it is precisely 12 of the clock." "By 12.30, I want Markham and his suspected accomplices in custody." "Mush!" "Two arrests in two days." "I've almost certainly lost my job at the bank." "Oh, bugger(!" ") Still, you're a smart boy." "You'll get another job." "I'll see you get arrested there and all." "You'll be unemployable, Markham." "Right then." "Time to talk turkey." "Gobble away." "Oh, that's very good, Mr Hunt." "Oh, Mr Hunt, no, no, no." "Just you." "You knew Tyler, didn't you?" "Yes." "I write about colleagues who've undergone unusual trauma." "And I know he let you down." "I thought he was gonna run out on us, but he came back." "I'll give him that." "Sam came back?" "Lucky us, eh?" "Well, where is he?" "Tyler died during a jewellery blag last year." "I told him to wait for the Guv, but he wasn't having it." "Gave chase." "Put his car in the river." "Twonk." "Never even found his body." "Oh, my God!" "He was here for seven years!" "He lived a life here and in reality he was seconds away from death." " What?" " Then my theory's right!" "In real life I might only have been shot a second ago!" "Look, Tyler didn't listen to the guv and look what happened to him." "If you're smart, you'll learn that being where the guv is, is the right place to be." "Thank you, Mr Hunt." "Ladies." "He's giving us the whole network - suppliers, dealers, drop offs." "Turn a blind eye to one last deal and we run him out of town for ever." "You let Markham off." "That's just plain wrong, Gene." "Spot of lunch?" "Lunch." "Lunch?" "It's gone six!" "Lunchtime." "Layton!" "I'm going to stop you." "You bastard." "Layton!" "Stop!" "# What's-a matter you?" "Hey!" "Gotta no respect" "# What-a you think you do?" "Hey!" "# Why you look so sad?" "# It's-a not so bad, it's-a nice-a place" "# Ah, shaddap-a you face. #" "Molto divertente." "Very funny." "On the house." "Cheers." "Luigi, another bottle of your house rubbish." "Watch this." "I love lunch." "You know, I invented this world." "I invented something once." "The bruise-free groin slap." "Sam died." "Your wife left you." "No wonder you moved." "Would you not start with me!" "I'm the Manc Lion." "Says so on my door." "Pasta." "Nice one, Luigi!" "Eh, keep the Asti Spimanti going!" " Spumante." " Hey, Luigi, what's the shortest..." "Well, you're not going to keep me here for seven years." "I'm going home." "I'm going to my little girl's birthday party." "You're pissed." "And you are a bloody figment." "You're very pissed." " I'm going to be sick." " Doesn't surprise me." "Let me do this on my own." "Well, it's always more fun with two." "I don't need your help." "Everyone does." "You know, they're sharpening the axe for coppers like me." "But I'll tell you this much, Bolls, up until the last second," "I will be out there making a difference." "I really am going to be sick." "I'm going to be sick." "What's this?" "It's Layton's... in the junk yard." "Raymondo, what do you make of these numbers?" "Flight numbers?" "Codes?" "What about this here, look?" " "Charlie"." " That's what they call cocaine." "Oh, and there's me thinking it was bloody perfume!" "Chris!" "Chris!" "Chris!" "Turn it down, let the lady sleep!" "Grazie, Signore Hunt." "Grassy-arse, Luigi." "Grassy-arse." "Yes, Chris, that is a Spanish joke." "Luigi, get yourself a drink." "No, Signore Hunt." "I go upstairs, shoot myself." "Good man." "Grassy-arse." "Grassy... arse!" "Molly." "Molly!" "Go and get back in your own bed." "Go on, sweetheart." "Molls." "Molly!" "Oh, God!" "You wait for me, Molly." "I need a plan to trap Layton." "I should be in uniform." "No, you're with me." "You're undercover." "Undercover?" "On a secret operation?" "Pretty blooming glamorous, isn't it, your life?" "Chris, are you in position?" "Roger that, ma'am." "You said you'd square this with the guv over brekkie?" "Chris, there's no time for that." "I have to nail Layton now." "Look, crime squad gave us the drop-off point for Markham's messages." " Are you at it?" " Yeah." "OK." "Message in place?" "Shaz has just set it up." "Look, if Markham takes the bait..." "He'll read the fake message to meet at Layton's place and we follow him." "That will prove Markham works for Layton and we have reasonable connection." "We arrest Layton and I go home." "Roger that, ma'am." "I need a jimmy riddle." "I think you'll find that Walkman is mine." " Come here." " Get off me!" "I'll teach Hunt to go back on his word." "Hold on to her!" " Shazzer!" " Shut up." " Shut your mouth!" " This is the police, Markham." "Nobody move!" "Stay there!" "Chris!" "Did I spoil your little plan?" "Your little secret notes, your special little meeting points?" "Is this some feeble idea of entrapment?" "You are a plonker!" "I think I need some corporate insurance, just to make sure the deal runs smoothly." " Put her in the car." " Don't let them take me!" "Chris!" "Oh, do shut up!" "Shazzer." "Chris?" "Chris!" "I'll do this on my own." "Is every radio in this place knackered?" "They've taken her." "They've taken Shaz!" "Markham and some big bastards and he's still out there." "Viv, mobilise all units in the area." "Chris, give us a description of the vehicle." "If she dies, it's your fault, ma'am." "I wasn't the one who did the deal with the Devil." "Look, how do we stop them?" "Right." "Let's fire up the Quattro." "Guv, we've just had confirmation." "The car registration that Chris gave us, it's in Layton's name." "Viv, give me everything you've got on Arthur Layton." "There isn't much, guv, just some surveillance, some at his yard, some at the docks." "He keeps boats." " What's the name of his boat?" " It looks like The Prince Charlie, guv." "Charlie." "Those times in the diary are tide times." "Layton's shipping in the drugs on one of his own boats." "Raymondo, round up the cavalry." "We're heading to the river." " Tower Bridge." " Oh, I could kiss you." "Don't hold back." "What?" "You, in leather, holding that." "Gives me the horn." "Right." "Three units." "I'll lead the first unit." "Hopefully we'll flush them into the arms of the second unit led by my esteemed lady colleague here." "Uniform, you can mop up." "So, which team's which?" "Uniform, you're C Team." "DI Drake, you lead the B Team." "I'm the A Team." "God have mercy." "Guv." "Radio silence, everyone." "I need Layton alive." "Do you understand?" "Alive." "He's my destiny." "Sorry." "That's not really helping, is it?" "Shaz." "I've had it!" "Chris!" "Chris, you bloody idiot!" "Shit." "Right, this is the A Team." "We're going in!" "This is the police!" "You're surrounded." "Oh, f...!" "Hunt, do you read me?" "Hunt, do you read me?" "What the hell's going on?" "Over." "Do you read me?" "Hunt, do you read me?" "Hunt, do you read me?" "B Team to the A Team." "Do you read me?" "All teams, they're heading your way on foot." "Drake, the A Team are cut off." "Even I can't walk on water." "Keep Layton in sight but do nothing!" "In here." "Come on!" "Get out there!" "Do you think I'm stupid?" "Layton!" " I'm sorry for the trouble..." " Shut up!" "No trouble, Shaz." "Hello again, Arthur." "So... what happens?" "Look, this is my show." "You try and follow me and I'll kill her." "Yeah?" "This isn't your show, Arthur." "It's mine." "I'm running this!" "I have to reclaim my destiny, Arthur... somehow." "I'm going to stop you and go home." "What you talking about?" "What's she talking about?" "I'm facing up to you." "I'm strong enough." "Please, ma'am, please!" "I'm strong enough to wake up." "Oi, Drake!" "The A Team are back in business." "You tell them to go fishing, or I'll blow her brains out." "Stay back." "I need Layton alive!" "Drake?" "Nobody stares at me." "You know that!" "Nobody stares at me!" "He's staring!" "You are under arrest for drug trafficking, abduction and for shooting me in the head!" "There'll be no more drug addicts made here." "You told me you had an empire going, "Back in the day"." "Well, you've had your day." "You're under arrest." "He's under arrest!" "He's under arrest!" "What was that back there in the speed boat with the machine gun?" "Was that you being cool?" "Pardonnez bloody moi, but I just saved your life!" "You may have stopped me getting back." "I was supposed to face this alone!" "Listen, Bolly knickers, you were seconds away from death just now." "And it's a nasty, vicious, messed-up world but if you listen to me, you might get through it!" "Right, here goes." "You were right." "OK?" "About Layton." "You have a knack of knowing how folk tick." "Psychiatry..." " It's psychology!" " Same thing!" "Oh, no." "I had a plan." "I wanted to go home." "Your presence is required just a little bit longer round here." "By me!" "You all right?" "I'm OK." "Yeah." "You?" "All in a day's work." "Yeah." "Chris?" "What?" "Oi, scumbag." "Oh, don't make me laugh." "Look, there are chaps that can pull the trigger and chaps who can't, and you..." "Oh!" "Oh, you shot my bloody toes off!" "I'm not nervous." "I'm just cautious." "Thought I was going to die, ma'am." "Well, you're still here, Shaz." "And so am I." "I saw my life passing in front of my eyes." "They say that, don't they?" "Before you die, you see all the mistakes you've ever made in that last moment, somewhere between life and death." "Well, thank you for joining us." "Hope you'll be with us tomorrow." "Good night." "It worked for him." "Why won't it work for me?" "Go to sleep." "Molly?" "You've just been shot." "A second ago." "You're lying on the wet ground." "Don't fight to wake up." "It'll hurt too much." "Molly?" "You'll never make it to her party." "Molly..." "I'm so sorry." "All those memories." "Mummy." "Dad." "But it doesn't have to hurt." "My name is Alex Drake." "I've just been shot and that bullet has sent me back to 1981." "I may be one second away from life... or one second away from death." "They say that as you die, your life flashes before you." "All those memories and mistakes that form us." "Well, bring it on." "My life can flash away as much as it likes because I am not going to die." "I'm coming back to you, Molly." "Hey, buena sera." "Sync:" "Nathbot Thanks bean" "Spoilers coming!" "We are about to witness the joyous union of Prince Charles and Lady Di." "Special Branch are as nervous as a virgin in a brothel." "One of you has been mucking around with explosives." "... investigation has..." "Mum." "I don't shag Thatcherite businessmen, no matter how cute they are." "Hi!" "Danny Moore." "I am going to stamp your arse." "Piss off, you lardy fascist!" "God save the Queen!" "It's like a powder keg waiting for a spark." "Can you hear ticking?" "He was here for seven years!" "So in real life I might only have been shot a second ago." "Your head has made up a puzzle for you?" "Because that is the way that I will get strong." "I'm facing up to you." "I'm strong enough to wake up." "He's under arrest!" "They say that before you die, you see all the mistakes you've ever made, in that last moment." "Somewhere between life and death." " Mummy." " Your presence is required just a little bit longer round here... by me." "First, the news, with John Humphreys." "Egypt has made another move against Islamic fundamentalists, this time taking control of the country's 40, 000 private mosques..." "Note to psyche:" "a little less irony, a little more Dynasty, please." "In Panorama tonight, we look at international agreement to limit trading wars between..." "The eyes of the world will be on Lady Diana Spencer as she becomes the wife of the heir to the throne and takes the princess..." "It's been a long, hard struggle for justice, but today a jury found my client not guilty of assaulting a police officer." "Until today there has been no recognition from the Metropolitan Police of anything wrong with the way this investigation had been carried out." "Today, finally, up against the wire, confronted by..." "Mum." "... their own lies and evasions, it has been admitted." " Can you clarify?" " Mummy..." "You do what your mother says." "Everyone else has gone home to watch the royal wedding with their parents." "But you're staying here on your own, Alex." "Make sure she concentrates." "She's easily distracted." "Goodbye, Alex." "It's not real." "I will not get upset." "Alex!" "I'm here to see them die before they die, aren't I?" "My name is Alex Drake." "I've just been shot and that bullet has taken me back to 1981." "I may be one second away from life, or one second away from death." "All I know is that I have to keep fighting." "Fight to live, fight to see my daughter." "Fight to get home." "You still on for tonight, Shaz?" "Might be, might not be." "Good morning, imaginary constructs." "Morning, ma'am." "It actually looks quite busy in here, what's going on?" "Oh, the guv's like a dog on a hot tin roof." "Special Branch are all over him about the royal wedding." "In case some of you hadn't noticed, we are about to witness the joyous union of Prince Charles and Lady Diana Spencer." "In the meantime, we've got jessies on the Isle of Dogs about to stage a protest." "Why the rush?" "Gotta stamp on this before the press get wind of it." "Take that seatbelt off, you're a police officer, not a bloody vicar!" "I know this bit." "I know this bit!" "Right, we'll go the long way round." "I'm not scratching this baby." "I thought we were in a rush." "The family have locked themselves in upstairs, say they're not coming down." "This is the last place left, the rest have been compuls... compuls..." "They had to leave." " Any journalists?" " Just a couple of locals." "This is hardly CID stuff, guv, is it?" "It's like a powder keg waiting for a spark." "It's not going to happen." "Not on my patch." "Not for Di." "Chris, kick the door down." "Let's get 'em out of there." "Well, hang on." "Why risk a spark?" "Who's the dominant personality up there?" "Landlord, David Bonds." " Hard as nails." " Who else?" "His wife, who wouldn't say boo to a goose." "Son, who looks as though he might have spent too much time in the shallow end of the gene pool." "OK." "Look and learn, constructs." "Let her do her stuff for a minute." "Then break the sodding door down." "Mr Bonds?" "Mr Bonds?" " What's happening?" " Shut up!" "Mr Bonds, my name's DI Alex Drake." "I wonder if myself and my colleague could come up and have a chat." "See if we could help you achieve the conclusion you're looking for." "Right." "Let's get the door down." "My dad was the landlord of this pub, and his dad before him." "It'll be his when the time's right." "Generations of skilled workers drank here." "Now they've all been chucked on the slag-heap by Thatcher and Heseltine." "Homes destroyed to make buildings and offices, with no new homes built to replace 'em!" "The march of history, Mr Bonds." "Hitler couldn't drive my dad out of this pub, and I'll tell you this, Mr Hunt, no poxy Docklands development's going to succeed where the Luftwaffe failed!" "We ain't going nowhere!" "The thing is, Mr Bonds, that..." "Where will you be watching the royal wedding?" "We won't be watching it anywhere!" "It's a charade, to paper over the cracks of mass unemployment and the wholesale destruction of working-class communities!" "You're a cheerful bugger, aren't you?" "Inbred bloody fascists." "Don't you dare swear in front of your mother!" " Sorry, Dad." " Idiot!" "Mr Bonds, I'm not interested in spoiling your protest." "What I do ask is that you sit up here quietly until after Di and Charles have tied the knot." "Can we shake hands on that?" "Can I just...?" "Do you mind if I have another garibaldi, Mrs Bonds?" " Fine fare." " Presto's." "Shut up and listen to me!" "This is my bloody fantasy and I will be listened to!" "Excuse my colleague." "Education of a toff, manners of a sewer rat." "Sorry." "I just wanted to say that I admire your stance, Mr Bonds, I really do." "But there is no point in fighting a battle that can't be won." "You know, in ten years' time, glass and steel will tower above us." "The only thing that will remain from this street will be the street name." "I've seen it, so I know." "So, please, let us help you move on." "There'll be other battles to fight in other places, and battles you may even have a chance of winning." "Piss off... out of my home." "Well, that went well." "It's all about profiling." "It takes a little time." "Bollocks." "Right, shall we get back to some proper policing?" "Bit of admin, we need to stamp your arse." "I beg your pardon?" "It's a tradition." "When a woman joins the Met, skirt up, stamp your bum with the day's date, down the pub." "Then you get to see us moon you." "You must be joking." "What is wrong with my mind?" "Personally, I have no desire whatsoever to see your boney, privately-educated buttocks, but it's good for morale." " Well, it's not going to happen." " Guv?" "What?" "You are not gonna believe what's just happened back on the Isle of Dogs, guv." "There has been an incident over at the Royal Docks." "What sort of incident?" "A bloody messy one, that's what." "If anybody laughs," "I will attach jump leads to their genitalia." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "Oh, God." "Only, some of my friends don't think I've got a sense of humour." "An exploding dog, from my psyche..." "If you've quite finished, DI Drake." "You see, the thing is, my parents were..." "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." " What's the point?" "Carry on." " Are you sure?" "Please." "So..." "Special Branch are as nervous as a virgin in a brothel, especially since HRH was sent a letter bomb in May." "I remember that." "That's why I've put it in this story." "Do you mind?" "!" "So nervous they want to investigate this one themselves." "I hope you told them where to get off." "I did." "Which means my reputation is on the line." "So, there will be no hiccups between now and the twanging of the royal hymen." "Understood?" "Apparently, she was the only posh virgin they could find." "How do they know she's a virgin?" "I dunno." "Had a little peek, I suppose." "Is that understood?" " Yes, guv." " Good!" "So..." "If some nutter is playing with dynamite on my patch I wanna know about it." "Let's round up all them anti-establishment toe-rags, all of the usual lunatics and losers and put the fear of God up 'em." "Questions?" "What?" "Can I come, please?" "Gentlemen..." "You have several things in common, all of which irritate me immensely." "Poor skin, donkey jackets, and membership of anarchist groups." "I don't think I'm supposed to be here." "I'm part of the Anti-Nazi League." "Don't you dare talk to me!" "One of you gobs of pond life has been mucking around with explosives." " Why was that?" " Is this really necessary?" "Because in your dark, twisted little minds, you think trying to stop the redevelopment of the East End is an act of revolution." "Wrong." "Do Anarchists have smaller tadgers than normal men?" "It's the fear." "They get sucked up into the body." "So when you limp out of here, you will spread the word amongst your scummy comrades" "I will personally remove the intestines... from anyone who even thinks about causing trouble this week." "Bernie... the bolt." "I'm not supposed to be here!" "I'm the Anti-Nazi League, not an anarchist!" "Anarchy doesn't work!" "No!" "No!" "All right, love?" " Brown or pink, guv?" " God save the Queen." "I wonder how you get a job like that?" "Like what?" "Checking out posh totty to see if they're a virgin." "All right, Skip?" "Ah, you're working, sir." "Not an April Fool's, is it?" "Bit busy trying to find a bomber." "Cast your eyes on that, sir." "London Liberation Front?" "It's a new one on me, guv." "Next time it's Moore?" "What does that mean?" "That's obvious." "They've misspelled "more"." "No, the syntax is too good." "What?" "!" "Well, there's the correct usage of a contracted apostrophe." "If they know how to use that, then they know how to spell "more"." "Yes, thank you, Miss Jean bloody Brodie." "Who is "Moore"?" "Bobby Moore." "Bobby Moore?" "!" "Footballer." "Yeah, I know who he is, numb-nuts!" "Why would anyone want to blow up Bobby Moore?" "He WAS in Escape To Victory." "We will not have the aristocracy of this country blown to smithereens on my watch." " Understood?" " Yes, guv'nor." "I want you, Einstein, to trace the original publication of the letters from this note." "What about Daniel Moore?" "He's got a few enemies, I bet." "When I need advice from a lobotomised Essex Girl," "I'll ask for it, OK?" "Danny Moore is on the board of the Docklands Development Agency." "Born in the East End, dragged himself up by his boot straps, worth at least a million." "Really?" "A real, living breathing Thatcherite businessman?" "How completely brilliant." "Personal friend of the Great Handbag herself, so try and behave." "I promise not to twang his red braces..." "More than once." "Hi, Danny Moore." "What's all this about?" "Erm, we found a small amount of explosives on land near Royal Docks." "Well, technically, a small dog found it." "He's an even smaller dog now." "It wasn't made public." "And yet the warning note we received mentioned that incident and indicated you could be a possible future target." "Do you have any enemies, Mr Moore?" "With what I'm doing, you upset a few people, big ones and little ones." "I get threats almost daily." "Well, if you will go around destroying communities..." "People will be disconcerted, I don't deny that." "Look, I'm sorry, I've got a business meeting." "Actually, although there was widespread opposition at the time and, and God knows, the woman was appalling, the Left came to see Thatcherism as a necessary political evil." "Unions were emasculated which led to the abolition of Clause 4 and the rise of New Labour." "Although not everybody..." "Sorry." "Sorry." "Bombs." "Dogs." "Carry on." "You'll have to excuse the ramblings of my DI." " Don't you apologise for me." " Well, someone has to!" "No apologies necessary." "I like the cut and thrust of a good argument." "Do you?" "That depends who's doing the cutting and, er  and who's doing the thrusting." "So, we'll go ahead and arrange some protection for you, Mr Moore." "It's very kind of you to offer it." "It's not really an offer." "I insist." "And I'm going to politely decline." "Your life is in danger!" "Well, life is always dangerous." "That's the thrill of it." " Hope we meet again." " It's unlikely." "I'm not going to be here very long." "I'll be the judge of that." "I wonder if these calories count." "What?" "A moment on the lips, an afterlife on the hips." "That would be just my luck." "He's a bloody fool." "Still, as long as he doesn't come crying to me when he's blown to bits." "Oi, Luigi!" "I hope you gave this horse a decent funeral." "Very funny, Mr Hunt." "Good one." "I am going to stamp your arse, you do know that." "You most certainly are not!" "I promise you, it doesn't hurt." "Over the desk, skirt up... bosh." ""Property of the Metropolitan Police"." "You show us yours, we show you ours." "In your dreams." "And if you continue to bang on about it," "I'm going to have to re-imagine you." "She wants it, really." "You got anything on the London Liberation Front, Raymondo?" "Not a thing." "I think it's just kids pissing about." "Do you?" "Well, I'll remind you of that when we're picking bits of viscounts out of them lovely trees on the Mall." "Have you got that bloody note sorted?" "Er... three of the letters are from The Mirror." "Two from a Millwall programme." "And this curly thing here..." "The apostrophe?" "Yeah, it's from the Woman's Weekly." "I think." "It's these weird "o"s, though, I can't seem to find them anywhere." "Someone to see you, ma'am." "Yum." "There's something I'd like to show you." "I bet there is." "You carry on, Drake, we'll get on with the hard graft." "She's a beauty, isn't she?" "Thank you, frontal cortex." "OK, I'm going to come straight to the point." "Are there any men in your life?" "No." "I've given up on men." "Kids?" "One little girl." "Well, not so little." "Molly." "She's not with me at the moment." "Where is she?" "She's with her godfather, Evan." "I'm on my way to her birthday party." "Or hope I am." "You're an enigma wrapped in a riddle, Alex." "You don't know the half." "Well, then show me." "One more thing." "Have dinner with me." " Can I walk you in?" " No, thanks." "I will have dinner with you." "If the offer's still on." "The offer's still on." "I'll call you." "All right." "Do you hear a ticking sound?" "I think it's under your seat!" "I don't think so!" "I think it's under yours!" "Get out!" "Get out!" "Get out!" "Get me out!" "Get me out!" "Get me..." "Alex!" "Alex!" "Alex, it's all right!" "Alex!" "Alex, it's all right!" "Look, there's a note, it's supposed to frighten me." "Bloody worked, too, thought we were both goners!" "We're alive!" "It's all right." "It's OK..." "They were just letting you know that they could get to you," " any time, any place." " You all right, ma'am?" "So what does it say?" ""On Wedding Day you die." Bastards." "Should we get Special Branch involved?" "No, we do not get Special Branch involved!" "My patch, my crime, my result!" " I've changed my mind." " Are you still here?" "I'd like police protection." "I'm at risk, I'm frightened, I need protection." " I could do it." " DI Drake was assigned the task." "I offered you protection before!" "No." "I'm needed here..." "You offered me protection, Mr Hunt, and I'm accepting the offer." "Look at the state of you." "You're no use to us here." "You're still trembling." "Well, we did nearly die." "I'm allowed to tremble." "If you can die in this world." "Weren't you frightened today?" "I mean, you could have died." "Didn't I tell you?" "I'm immortal." "Are you?" "Me, too!" "So, what do you want to do tonight?" "Well..." "I would really... like to see if you could surprise me." "I would love to know if that's possible." "Wow!" "This is amazing!" "Welcome to Blitz." "Thanks, George!" "You dance?" "No." "I said no!" "I don't dance!" "Sorry, I can't hear you!" "Sorry." " Chris!" "What's happened to you?" "!" " Shaz." "Don't tell anyone at work, ma'am." " What?" " I'd never hear the end of it." "Can't hear you, Chris!" "Don't say anything at work." "I'd never hear the end of it!" " I'm gonna go get a drink." " OK, darlin'." "Hurry up, Alex." "We are waiting for you, Alex." "What can I get you?" "Let me through!" "Police officer!" "Sorry." "What do you want?" "!" "Please, don't hurt me!" "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "Thank you very much." "I hope you enjoyed our new single." "That was Fade To Grey." "Thank you." " Night, Ray." " Night, mate." "So what have we got?" "A dog in assorted pieces and a poxy note from a group that don't even exist." "It's not much." "Results from the explosives, guv." "We've got a potential major incident here and everyone's gone AWOL." "Where's Chris?" "Says he's got a dicky stomach." "Fairy." "And Drake'll be getting her knickers off round about now in the DeLorean." "Anything?" "World War Two dynamite, they reckon." " Gathering dust for 40 years." " It doesn't make any sense." "Who'd hang on to explosives for 40 years and then blow up a dog?" "If I knew that, Raymondo, you and I could be sat on the crapper or out there shagging Thatcherites like the rest of the team." "No, whoever it is, we haven't heard the end of it." "As for Danny Moore, he might be a step above a  flea-ridden mongrel, but it's our job to protect the bastard." "What from?" "The dynamite or Drake?" "She might be a bird, Ray, but she's your superior officer, don't you forget it!" "All right, guv, all right." "I'll get on to it." "No, no, no." "It's too late now." "You get yourself off home and get some kip." "You and I, see if we can nail these bastards, whoever they are, in the morning." " See you later." " See you." "Night, guv." "Night." "A lot of people have clown phobias." "Don't worry about it." "Thank you... for a wonderful evening." "Or maybe it was a micro-second." "I think it was." "I hope it was." "Thank you." "For a wonderful micro-second." "Alex?" "Yes, Danny?" "You talk too much." "We are waiting..." "Make sure she concentrates." "She's easily distracted." "We're moving!" "Can't you feel it?" "You've had a bit to drink, why don't we get some air?" "No." "No, I've been distracted, but I'm all right now." "Alex, where are you going?" "I'm going to a birthday party." "It makes perfect sense." "He hero-worships his father, he looks up to him, sees him humiliated by having to sell his pub, his home, his identity." "Danny Moore is the developer." "Well, you've changed your tune." "You were just doing a pretty passable impression of a useless bimbo." "I was distracted." "I am not any more." "Bring him in before he kills." "Don't buy it." "I know that I'm right, I know his profile." "So where does speccy four-eyes get his dynamite from?" "Two dabs of sherbet and some nitroglycerin?" "Please!" "I don't know yet, but I know that I'm right." "You think our future king wants to become a tampon, so your views don't count!" " Please." " No." "I'll let you stamp my bum." "I'll get my coat." " Let's all stay very calm." " Innocent men don't run, son." "Don't make me hurt him, Bonds." " You bastard!" " David, stop him!" "We're arresting you for the attempted murder of Daniel Moore." " You do not have to say..." " That's not how it goes!" "He might hate Daniel Moore, we all do!" "But he's not capable of murder, look at him!" "You're a coward, Hunt." "You want to have a go at someone, come and have a go at me." "Put that down, Mr Bonds." " David!" " Get off me!" "You wearing make-up?" "No." "Everything all right?" "You didn't say you were going to do this." "When you become my mother, Raymondo, I'll let you know." " Chris, turn this place upside down." " What am I looking for?" " Dynamite." " Dynamite?" "Ace!" "There's no dynamite in my house, you stupid bleeding cow!" "I'm so sorry, I have no idea where this stuff is coming from." "Stop it!" "Please, stop it!" "Get them down the station." "I want this done and dusted." "Come on." "Let David go." "If we can get rid of the father, we can isolate the son." "Pretty confident, aren't you?" "What if you're wrong and the bomber's still out there?" "I'm not." "He's not." "Right, let the old man go." "I'm going to squeeze his son's zits until I hit his nervous system." " Let me talk to him." " Why should I?" "Because he's a frightened, confused kid." "And I'm an expert." "If it were me, I'd have him stuffed and mounted, and sent to Special Branch." "He needs a brief." "I want this case to stick." "May I suggest using Caroline Price?" "Viv has got a list of pet solicitors behind the desk, use one of them." "Everyone else has gone home to watch the royal wedding with their parents." "Just stay here on your own, Alex." "Do you understand?" "Make sure she concentrates." "She's easily distracted." "I was once... but not any more." "New Romantics?" "Bunch of suburban poofs wearing doilies on their heads." "You didn't really go there, did you?" "Back against the wall, obviously." "Hey, guess who else was there?" "DI Drake." "You're kidding?" "I told you she was a lesbo." "Who's a lesbo?" "You never said if you enjoyed last night." "Yeah, it was really good." "He's just told me it was full of poofs and saddos." "Did you say that?" "Some of those poofs and saddos are my best friends." "Did he tell you he was wearing eyeliner?" " I've got work to do." " What the f...?" ""We are all prostitutes."" ""Everyone has their price, and you too will learn to live the lie."" ""Aggression, competition, ambition."" ""Consumer fascism."" ""Capitalism is the most barbaric of all religions."" "I'm sure Barry Manilow's covered that one." "Is that what you believe, George?" "I just like the music." "Now we know you're a liar!" "All the letters in the warning note can be traced" " to publications found in your home." " So?" "Do you want a smoke?" "The working classes are enslaved by the tobacco industry." "Where is my snooker cue?" "I think you were planning on murdering Daniel Moore, George." "Prove it!" "The correct answer is, "No, I wasn't!"" "Piss off." "You know something, George?" "I think that I am going to give you a ruddy good slap." "George, don't give him the satisfaction." "Let's not do this his way." "Can I go home?" "Please?" "I don't know." "A terrified kid like that should be singing like a canary." "You won't get to him by threatening him." "What if he's got associates?" "He won't have." "He's a loner, I'm sure of it." "Not good enough." "I need to break him, find out if there are any more explosives out there." "Right, I hope you've got your best knickers on." "Why?" "A deal's a deal, Bolly." "All inked up and ready to go." "Please, tell me you're not serious." "Just lie back and think of Cheltenham." "Over in a jiffy." "They did it to me, ma'am, too." "Pathetic, but it doesn't hurt." "Oh, for Christ's sake." "It's not real, nobody will ever know but me and my therapist." "Raymondo?" "Stampo." "Detective Inspector Drake, we would like to formally welcome you to the Metropolitan Police Force." "Just get on with it!" "I've had dinner with Germaine Greer, you know?" "A little bit busy, Christopher." "Will you please just stamp my arse?" "!" "Mum." "What did you say?" "Er... bum, I mean." "Nothing." "To what do we owe this unpleasant visit?" "Someone phoned my office." "I'm representing George Bonds." "Our cup runneth over." "It's amazing to meet you..." "Caroline." "Erm, Mrs Price." "I've, erm, I've been..." " I've admired you..." " Are you trying to be funny?" " Oh, God." " No." "We'll see who's laughing when I'm finished here." "I want to see my client." "You do not walk into an interview room with that woman without a confession written in the suspect's own blood!" " We know he did it!" " We think we know!" "Look, I can't believe I am about to say this, but we need evidence!" "The cut-out letters." "Danny Moore being class enemy number one." " Him taking over the pub!" " All circumstantial." "She will have our heads on spikes above the Old Bailey." "I am going in there with her!" "Guv." "We took the floorboards up in that pub." "We found this." "You really think you can take on Caroline Price?" "Well, you might need some of this." "Where did the dynamite come from, George?" "I don't know." "If we are going to help each other out here, you need to be completely honest with me." "Did you not hear him?" "He said he doesn't know." " Love-15." " Please, let's not play this game." "This is not a game, Detective Inspector Drake." "Alex." "Please, my name is Alex." "Detective Inspector Drake, charge him or release him." " It's quite simple." " Love-30." "Your evidence is circumstantial at best, at worst, malicious." "Just because his family made a stand which inconvenienced you..." "I'm sorry, you think dynamite is circumstantial?" "I do when it's so fortuitously discovered by members of the Metropolitan Police." "I'm trying to help your client here." "Can we stop these games?" " Know what I think?" " No, no, tell me." "I think you've been put under pressure by your superior officers to pin this crime on some innocent, weak member of society, so you can tell them all will be well for the royal wedding." "So, we would let an innocent man go down and leave a potential killer free to walk the streets?" "The police immoral?" "Tell me it's not so." "I don't know if you're spectacularly naive, or spectacularly stupid." "Judging by your place of employment, I'd have to suspect the latter." "Would you?" "And you... are a rude bitch." " Maybe you WILL get him off." " I don't think so." "Will you shut up?" "!" "You may get him off." "And he may repay you by blowing you to kingdom come!" "What a very strange thing to say." "Perhaps we should reconvene this interview when you're a little less excited." "Charge him or release him." "Consider him charged." "I look forward to seeing you in court." "Maybe we should pop along and do some profiling." "Thank you for your support." "I thought you'd gone." " I was waiting for you." " Really?" "!" "You look like you could do with a drink." "Yeah." "I'd like that." "I'm sorry if I was a bit hard on you." "The last thing I want to do is embarrass a fellow female in a male profession." "You know you're the only female DI in the division?" "I know." "Lucky me." "Listen, about the stamping thing..." "There must be a lot of pressure on a woman to become like a man in your position." "Either join the club or get isolated and abused." "People like you fought the fight so that people like me don't have to." "The Metropolitan Police presents a very united front to people like me." ""Hatred", I think, is the word." "We're on the same side." "Can't we work together?" "Would you really like to help me, DI Drake?" "Alex, please." "I would love to help you." "I have a daughter called Alex." "I know." "I know!" "What's she like?" "Bright as a penny." "I bet she adores you." "Not when I ask her to tidy her room." "You never ask her to tidy her room." "I bet." "Can I see her?" "What?" "Do you have a photograph or...?" "Oh, er, somewhere." "Sorry, my perfume leaked everywhere." "I really must get a new one." "She looks quite sad." "Where is she now?" "What would really help me, Alex, is for us to become friends." " Really?" " We could talk sometimes." "You could tell me about things that go on at work." "What sort of things?" "Things that should be in the public domain, not in a dark police cell." "OK." "You want me to spy on my colleagues?" "I want you to do what you know is right." "No." "No, not even in death, not even to please you." "Do you know the one thing worse than women being refused power, DI Drake?" "Can we meet again?" "I think that we've got off to a bad..." "It's women fighting to get the keys to the kingdom and then behaving like men." "Please!" "Just get to know me." "I might even be able to save your life!" "I don't want to get to know you." "Thank God the only thing my daughter shares with you is her name." "I'd be ashamed if she grew up to be like you." "Obviously, I wouldn't do this... in real life." "I don't shag Thatcherite businessmen, no matter how cute they are." "I... am merely going to piss off that part of the Id... that spewed up my mother." "And nobody will know  but me." "Oh, God, oh, Danny!" "Ah, stiff trot!" "Oh... stiff trot!" "DI Bolly Knickers." "You appear to be drunk in control of a handbag and dressed like a tart again." "Oh, piss off, you lardy fascist!" "We'll make a copper of you yet." "Luigi!" "Another bottle of your Chianti." "I don't want a drink," "I'm going upstairs." "Oh, and a bottle of your ridiculously over-priced fizzy water." "Yes, Mr Hunt." "Sit." "Even in my own bloody fantasy, my mother is ashamed of me." "Would you like to take some advice from the Gene Genie?" "Not really." "When the rest of humanity... finds themselves in the dung heap  misery lapping at their throats... threatening to drown them  the rat of despair gnawing away at their genitals..." "Yeah, all right!" "Give me some wine." " Yes!" " No!" "You and me, Bolly, we're police officers." "We can drive fast cars, we can shout at people." "We can do something." "We can make a difference." "Keep on fighting, don't get distracted." " Exactly." " Yes!" "Careful, Bolls." "That Formica was hewn from the hills above Florence." "Thank you." "What for?" "I was lost... but now I am found." "Kenny Rogers?" "Book of Luke, Chapter 15." "Hey!" "Can I offer you deserts, Signore Hunt?" "DESSERTS, Luigi!" "How many times?" "Desert is somewhere where Montgomery gave your Nazi mates a bloody good hiding." "Hitler couldn't drive my dad out of this pub." "Work to do, Bolly." "Think I need to start at The Finish." "There's no dynamite hidden in this house, you stupid bastard!" "Get off me!" "George, I am going to put every card I have on the table." "You tried to intimidate Mr Moore with the fake car bomb." " No!" " Then you threatened his life." " I want to see my brief." " You know it, and I know it." "You were angry at Mr Moore because he was trying to hurt your family, your dad, and you struck out." "A jury will understand that." "Your wonderful lawyer will make sure that they do." "I know what it's like to adore a parent, George." "A powerful, dominating, exciting parent who, well, sometimes doesn't give you as much attention as you think you might be due." "You know nothing about me." "I've seen where this ends, George." "Boys who haven't even been born yet, so full of hate that they strap bombs to themselves to obliterate innocent people." "Not even the IRA would do that." "Do you remember when I said that it was futile to fight?" "Well..." "I was wrong and you were right." "It's never futile to fight, George." " What are you talking about?" " I am fighting for my life." "I am fighting to see my little girl again." "You're barking." "Just don't be driven by hate, George." "Be driven by love." " Dad?" " I'm sorry, DI Drake," "I didn't realise you were interviewing in here." " What have you brought him in for?" " Didn't I tell you?" "He's our bomber." "You're insane, Hunt." "I know nothing about it!" "I did it." "What?" "I did it." "I'm the bomber." "It's me." "I was trying to scare Moore away." "I wanted you to be proud of me, Dad." " No, George." " I did it." "I did it." "I'm sorry." "So sorry." " Did anybody help you, George?" " No." "No, it was just me." "Don't say another word, son, until the lawyer gets here." "Here is the stuff of which fairy tales are made." "Nobody does this better than us." " Nobody." " The Prince and Princess..." " Are you crying, mate?" " No!" "Whoa!" "Get out the way!" "But fairy tales usually end at this point with the simple phrase," ""They lived happily ever after."" "Isn't she lovely?" "That's Emanuel." "Yeah, it's a lovely dress." "Don't pretend you've got a soft side." "It's a bit wrinkled." "It's meant to be wrinkled." "Poof." " Have they tied the Royal knot yet?" " Almost there, guv." "Spotty, useless, anarchic twat, nil, Royal Family and Gene Hunt, one." "Go easy on him." " Do you think he'll make a good king?" " It worries me he's Welsh." "No offence, Viv, I'm not a racialist." "I see the jungle drums are sounding in Hampstead then." " Hello!" " George, what have you done?" "I want this officer removed from the case, she's not competent." "Oh, is that right?" "Is that right?" "Well, at least I'm not out trying to score cheap points off coppers while my daughter is stuck at school on her own for the Royal wedding." "How dare you speak to me like that!" "I've felt guilty about that all my life, but not any more." "She's your daughter, you bloody love her!" "Ladies... can we deal with this before the mud wrestling?" "Shut up!" "Mrs Bonds  catch!" "Get down!" "What are you doing?" "Garibaldis?" "You were expecting these, were you, Private Bonds?" "You're nicked." "I'm sorry, I don't understand." "He served in the Army in North Africa, blowing up sunburnt Germans, knows his way around a set of explosives." "You're the bomber, aren't you?" "You bitter old bastard?" "Erm, can you keep the noise down over there, please?" "I think actually if you're not in the Royal Wedding mood by now" "I can assure you you never will be." "I was absolutely convinced." "Classic father worship, hero envy." "Inadequate, angry, bright." "I'd have put money on him being the bomber." "Nah, not in a million years." "And as for Daddy Bond's... well, he's a coward." "All talk and no trousers." "Cheers." "Never mind." "Your boyfriend's invited us to a bit of a do." "That's the trouble being posh." "There's always somebody posher." "Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention, please?" "Oi!" "No, I just want to say a few words." "I know that we haven't always seen eye to eye on the development of this area..." "What are they doing here?" "Getting on with their lives." "... you and I are the same." "We have the same blood running in our veins..." "For what it's worth," "I think it took a lot of courage to come here this evening." "I thought about what you said, and you were right." "Everybody must fight." "... will be given a cash sum to start a new life in a new place." "And every man here will have a job in my company if that's what they want." "I don't want braying public schoolboys on the floor," "I want barrow boys  and wide boys." "I want our street wisdom, our ducking and diving." "Our East End blood." "You know, one day this place will have all the romance of Venice and the commercial power of New York." "And I give you my word, we'll make a few quid on the way." "He's a smooth operator, I'll give him that." "The future is bright, my friends." "I give you the Royal Couple." "God Save The Queen!" "I kept the best stuff back." "It was a pretty speech." "I meant every word." "Listen, if you ever got bored of working with an oaf like that, there's a job waiting for you." "I could use a woman like you." "I think you already have." " Guv." " What?" "I'm molesting a toff here!" "Guv, there's a bomb here." "What?" "George, he's planted a bomb." "We have to get everybody out." "Please... trust me." "If you're wrong..." "Right." "Come on, everybody." "Show's over!" "Come on, everybody, move on down to the end of the street." "Cut the conga." "Move to the end of the street." "Quickly as you can." "Back of the street, right to the back!" "We are all prostitutes!" "Everything is significant, Molly," "I just don't know why yet." "But the more I experience, the more clues I'll get and the sooner I'll be back home to you." "Maybe I can save them." "Maybe that's why I'm here." "Maybe that's..." "That'll be my release." "I won't leave you on your own, Molly." "I promise." "How are you?" "I'm fine." "Um..." "Well, no, I mean, I'm not fine." "I mean, I'm a mess." "I'm not surprised, that must have been a horrible experience." "I just wanted you to know I had no idea he was capable of that." "Well, passion and belief in a cause." "He won't be the last." "Would you like to come and have...?" "Sorry, I can't." "I'm going to pick up my daughter from school." "Oh!" "Well, that's good." "I'll see you again, DI Drake." " Alex." " Alex." "A deal's a deal, Bolly." "Trousers down." "One... two... three!" "Subtitles by Red Bee Media transcripts.subtitle.me.uk" "Resync:" "Nathbot" "Spoilers coming..." "Wait till you hear this one, guv." "Prozzie wants to make a complaint of rape." "Drop this quicker than your drawers or I'll arrest you for wasting police time." "Whether you believe Trixie or not, someone hurt her and someone left her for dead." "He's gonna do it again." "He's a nutter!" "I thought he was going to kill me." "God, you were gorgeous!" " Were?" " Er... are!" "Say it." "My name's Bond..." "James Bond." "I'm Clark Kent." "Let's just get the twisted bastard!" "Anything you say will be taken down, ripped up and shoved down your scummy throat until you choke to death." "Gene Hunt." "Chapter one, verse two." "Thank you very much." "Thank you." "Thank you very much." "It's lovely to have you, and lovely to have you..." "I know that if I turn around, you'll vanish..." "I know that." "I'm coming back to you, Molly." "Give location of area car, over." "Wapping Wall, heading East." "Wapping Wall." "Roger that." "Over and out." "Steady on, Guv, you nearly lost me breakfast then." " What is that?" " It's me kebab." "Looks like a bloody pasty with its arse hangin' out." "Must you?" "Six months we've waited for a tip-off on this lot." "If you think I'm gonna let them slip through the net by driving like a tart, you are mistaken." "Go on, Guv, we nearly got the bastards!" "Wouldn't have had you down as the Percy Thrower type." "They're for me mam, she collects them." "Ah, very touching." "Who's your mother?" "Marianne Faithfull?" "What's up with you today?" "Just because I'm stuck here doesn't mean I have to pretend to like it." "Fine." "I'll leave you to it then, sulky knickers." "Thank you." "Hunt!" "Here..." "Make your mind up, woman." "You all right, love?" "My name is Alex Drake." "I've just been shot and that bullet has taken me back to 1981." "I may be one second away from life... or one second away from death." "All I know is that I have to keep fighting." "Fight to live, fight to see my daughter." "Fight to get home." "Episode 3 NOTHING CHANGES" "Go, Viv." "Take 'em down the cells." " Cheers, Guv." " I need a piss." "It's en suite." "Someone's nicked the bucket, Guv." "Oh, if it isn't bloody nailed down..." "This requires a cognitive interview procedure." "We're fresh out of cognitives." "What say we just talk to her?" "I don't think she'll open up with a man present." "Plenty of women have opened up to me without so much as a shandy down their neck." "She's scared of you." "Can't say I blame her." "Trust me." "What's this, Viv?" "It's for the canteen..." "Toaster." "Right, here you go." "Right, let's find these a "gnome" to go to." "Are you havin' that, skip?" ""Gnome to go to"?" "Don't give up your day job, boss." "Well?" "Promise me something." " What?" " Don't gloat." "Oh, dear." "The "cognitive approach" didn't work?" " You promised." " You failed." "She's traumatised." "We need to keep her here." "Check out the missing persons file." "Yes, Guv." "Her name's Nina." "Doesn't want to go home, wants to stay here." "Where's home?" "I don't know, I couldn't get anything else out of her." "Why does she keep scratching herself all over?" "I don't know." "It could be nerves, could be self-harming." "Whatever's happened to that girl has frightened the life out of her." "Wait till you hear this one, Guv." "Prozzie wants to make a complaint of rape." "Rape?" "!" "Drake!" "Yeah, he's got a beard..." "Yeah, and a fishing rod..." "It's broken?" "Yeah, got the little fella right here, love." "Come and pick him up anytime." "Trixie..." "Real name Patricia Walsh." "Recently promoted from the streets to escort work." "Seen more beaks than Daffy Duck at a family knees-up." "Raped." "Who's she trying to kid?" "They say it's difficult for rape victims to be believed..." " I wonder why?" " She gets paid for having sex." "It's not about sex, is it?" "It's about control and power and revenge." "Tell me about it some other time, when I'm in a coma or dead." "The interview room?" "Where's the rape suite?" "Rape suite?" "What, is that with or without a mini bar?" "Not like a hotel suite!" "So, where did this "rape" take place?" "On that big flash boat up by Tower Bridge." "Which boat?" "I don't know." "Sky something I think." "I'll get Chris on to it." "So, the escort agency you work for booked you with a client?" "He took me to a party on this boat." "Load of posh sorts there..." "As many champagne cocktails as you like." " What, so you were drunk?" " I can hold me own." " Do you charge extra for that or...?" " Carry on, Trixie." "It gets late." "I goes in to this cabin, where I thought the client was, but it turns out he'd gone." "Then someone comes in, switches the lights out." "Puts a key in the door to lock it." "I thought it was the client but it wasn't." "Were guests given keys to the cabins?" "Not that I know of." "So it had to be somebody who worked on the boat?" "I guess so." "Trixie, can you describe the man who raped you?" "Well, it was dark, so I didn't get a proper look at him... but he was skinny." "Curly hair." "Wore a suit, I think." "Posh accent." "So we're looking for a skinny, curly-haired bloke in a suit  who was on a big boat somewhere on the river?" "Right!" "Better crack on!" "We've got about a million suspects to interview before we knock off." "DI Drake, shall we?" "I knew it'd be a waste of time." "Congratulations, Puss in Boots, first sensible thing you've said." "Drop this quicker than you drop your draws, or I'm gonna arrest you for wasting police time." "It's just, you know, it's upsetting talking about it." "Of course it is." "Just... just take your time, Trixie." "I thought he was just another punter after the usual..." "Straight sex." "He was all right at first." "Said I was beautiful." "Blimey, it was dark!" ""Beautiful on the outside"... that was it." "But then he turns weird." "He starts saying, "You're all impure"." "Calling me names..." ""filthy whore" and stuff." "Next thing, he's digging a ring in to me." "It felt like a sovereign ring." "That's when he raped me." "And then he started to strangle me." "Did you struggle?" "I was too scared to." "He had a knife." "He slashed me with it." "I thought he was going to kill me!" "I'm tellin' you this bloke, whoever he is, he's gonna do it again." "He's a nutter." "Where did he cut you, Trixie?" " Left breast." " Could we see?" "Oh, when DCI Hunt has left the room." "When you're done... a word." "Ten centimetres across the left breast." "About eight weeks ago, we found the body of a young woman, Delphine Parkes." "Black, about 5'2"." "Early 20s." "She'd been raped, probably." "Beaten and strangled... and  her breast had been slashed." " Left breast." " Was she a sex worker?" "Prozzie?" "No, far from it." "Regular church goer, in the choir." "Decent family life." "Lived at home." "No boyfriends." "Suspects?" "We hauled in the usual perves and psychos." "Nothing." "So the only thing to link Delphine and Trixie are the injuries, especially the one to the breast?" "Correct." "Although the detail about the breast was never released to the press." " So how would Trixie know about it?" " That's what I'm wondering." "Well, let's pull Delphine's file..." "Are you OK?" "We, um, found that on Delphine's body." "Why would she carry that around with her?" "Presumably as a keep sake." "The choir was a big part of her life." "That took pride of place in her mum's house." "And that was also found with the body." "God is in the detail, huh?" "I know you've all seen these before but look again." "Is there anything in them that might connect the murder of Delphine Parkes to the injuries sustained by Trixie Walsh?" "I wish I'd never had that kebab." "DI Drake has a theory." "The cut is on the same breast but it's different to the one on Trixie Walsh." "It's deeper." "This is a disorganised crime whereas the attack on Trixie, although violent, is more organised, more thought out." "There's also a lesion on Delphine that isn't on Trixie." "Yeah." "She was wearing this St Christopher which was ripped off her during the attack." "Fingerprints?" " No traces." " What were her last movements?" "She left work as normal." "Had something to eat." "Told her mum she was going to the church although there wasn't any choir practice." "Did she often go to church when there was no choir practice?" "Her mum and dad said that she'd been a few times." " Witnesses?" " The night she was killed, an old dear who goes to the same church saw her there alone." "That was an hour before the estimated time of death." "How long would it take her to get from the church back to her home?" "Well, on foot, which she was..." "between 15, 20 minutes." "So she met somebody on her way home, or went somewhere else afterwards." "Boyfriend?" "We checked out all the blokes where she worked and who went to her church." "Water-tight alibis the lot of them." "OK, so we need to re-trace her steps," " see if we've missed anything." " Is that a dig?" "No, just a fresh pair of eyes might uncover something new." "Oh, it's all right lads, Wonder Woman's here." " FYI, DI Carling..." " FY what?" " I think she means FBI." " We're CID." "I'm only interested in finding out what happened." "If you want to sit there making smug comments, that's fine." "Time of the month." "Mrs Parkes..." " You got him?" " Er no, not yet." "But we're doing everything we can, I promise." "This is my colleague, DI Drake." "Hello." "Your husband told us we'd find you here." "It doesn't take away the pain, but it eases it a little." "I can still hear Delphine's voice in the choir..." "Such a pure, sweet voice, like you never heard." "People say I may be cracking up, but I hope I never stop hearing it." "You want to come in?" "Where were you when she needed you?" "Alex!" "Goodbye, Alex." "Mummy!" " Alex, wake up!" " Wake up, Mummy!" "Make sure she concentrates  she's easily distracted." "Beautiful on the outside..." "you're all impure..." "Trixie said the man who raped her told her that she was "beautiful on the outside" but impure." ""You're all impure"." "Now, I may have lapsed but I knew that I recognised that phrase." ""You're like whitewashed tombs..." "beautiful on the outside" ""but filled on the inside" ""with dead men's bones and all sorts of impurities"." "Matthew, Chapter 23, verses 27-28." "So he's a religious nutter?" "Except on a day-to-day basis he probably functions perfectly normally." "He won't have had successful relationships with women, he's sexually dysfunctional." "He tries to replace sex with God and realises that he can't." "What, and you can tell all this from a quote in the Bible?" "Well, I've worked on cases similar to this before." "He cuts the breast because it's symbolic." "You know, it's the nurturer, the suckler, but it's a literal attack on femininity, on all womanhood." "Don't you ever get brain ache?" "This man has unresolved anger." "Details on that Trixie you asked for." "He's cleansing society of these impure women, and we have to stop him before he kills again." "Well, at least Delphine's attacker existed." "Why would Trixie lie?" "Because she wants to get one over the agency that sacked her!" "An agency girl that accuses a client of rape - that's going to go down about as well as a pork pie at a Jewish wedding." "If I'd have wanted to get my own back," "I'd have just gone to work for another agency." "They said you rolled a punter." "He never paid the agreed fee." "I just took what was mine." "Look, this has got nothing to do with why I'm here." "I'm begging you to believe me." "I was raped... nearly killed." "The bloke who did it, he's gonna try and kill one of us again." " You've got to stop him... please." " We will." "You know, you might be a good performer at work, but you don't cut it with me." "Does this look like the boat where it happened?" "Yeah, I think so." "We bring in all members of staff, every single one, that was on the boat the night Trixie was attacked." "No we don't." "What?" "The boat is owned by a Mr Leonard Roseberry-Sykes who's a bigger pain in the arse than a bad dose of piles." "So he's a pain in the arse." "Why should that stop us questioning suspects?" "Because Mr Roseberry-Sykes is a member of the funny-handshake brigade, along with our dearly beloved Commissioner of the Met." "Which means he's got the Commissioner by the bollocks, which means he's got us by the bollocks!" "Well, some of us at least." "So what, we just do nothing?" "We play it softly softly." "It's a waste of time all this, isn't it?" "I mean, we've only got the word of some tom to go on." "And that's what you all think, is it?" "Whether you believe Trixie or not, somebody cut her." "Someone hurt her and someone left her for dead." "What is it going to take for you to realise that prostitutes need your protection as much as anybody else?" "What, another Yorkshire Ripper?" "Sod the lot of you." "I'm going to do something I should have done a long time ago!" "Put in for a transfer with any luck." "Drake, where are you going?" "Somewhere my subconscious thinks I should be!" "My God..." "Can I help you?" "Evan!" "I was just looking for Caroline." "Oh, I'm afraid she's in with a client at the moment." "But maybe I can help?" "Evan..." "Evan White." "God, you were gorgeous!" "Were?" "Er... are." "You, you won't believe how glad I am to see you." "Thank you!" "Gosh, if only I had this effect on all the attractive women I met." "Oh, you will!" "Thank you for the vote of confidence." "Do you think I could have my hand back?" "Yeah, sorry." "Um... message?" "For Caroline..." "Um, no." "No, no message, I, er..." "I was just looking for some... some reassurance from someone I trust." "But it doesn't matter, it's not important." "So what are you going to do?" "Without that reassurance?" "What do YOU think I should do?" "Do you think I'm the right person to ask considering I've only known you for seconds?" "Er no!" "But if you did know me?" "I'd say go with your instinct." "Good luck." "Where the bloody hell is she?" "Try left here, Guv." "Trixie?" "Yeah, she's all right." "As long as you don't get on the wrong side of her." "Had a soft spot for the lame ducks... like a mum to the younger girls, no kids of her own." "All right." "Well, remember, if you do see any dodgy punters..." "They're nearly all dodgy, love." "Or if any girls goes missing... call me." "Are you stalking me, Hunt?" "What are you up to?" "I'm warning these girls about Trixie's attacker." "Somebody has to." "Why has she got such a bloody great bee in her bonnet about these prozzies?" "Hormones." "It's always hormones." "Maybe I should go down to Kings Cross?" "Why?" "Are we not paying you enough?" "I just want them to be safe." "Am I missing something here?" "But why are you so bothered about them?" " Does there have to be a reason?" " Yes." "All right." "OK..." "The skeleton in the closet." "The private education, years at Oxbridge... all counted for nothing really, because I, Alex Drake... was once... a prostitute." " Bloody'ell." " I knew it." "There, I've said it." "Christ on a bike." "That wasn't as bad as I thought it might be." "Are you telling me that you lied to get into the Force?" "No, actually." "What I just told you was a lie." "I said it to show how your pre-conceptions can inform your judgements about other people..." "especially prostitutes." "Sorry." "You know, sometimes I hate you, Drake." "So I'm not how you would expect a prostitute to be?" "If I said I'd been raped, you would believe me, but not someone like Trixie, not a woman like that." "No, not hate." "Despise." "All right." "So I'm not a hooker..." "But if I was, do you know something, Gene?" "You could never... ever... afford me." "You know, you might talk with a plum in your gob, love... but I would rather go with one of them than waste my money on some bitter, twisted, messed up, clenched-arsed, toffee-nosed bitch like you." "Do you feel better now?" "No." "Better now." "Well  come on, ladies, what are you waiting for?" "Let's get pissed." "A proper punch?" "Yeah, she's Joe Bugner in a frock." "Hey, the Guv should be careful or she'll wrap him round her little finger." "You should get help." "Yeah, and you should get some manners." "Bitch?" "It was hardly worth a smack in the chops." "It could have been worse, I could have aimed far lower." "So, am I forgiven?" " I'll tell you when I can feel my gob." " I was right though." "Any woman who walks in to your station deserves to be treated equally." " Sex worker or not." " Sex worker!" "You talk about them as though they're your mates." "I would've thought your sort were more the old, um," "Pimms on the lawn brigade." " Yeah, course they are." " You know..." "I bet you've got the names of a couple of minor royals in your address book." "I bet you're on first name terms with them Armstrong-Joneses?" "Sorry, no." "No mates, to speak of." "Not any more." "Tell me, do you ever get lonely, Gene?" "Gene Genie?" "Lonely?" "Too busy clearing the streets of Cockney filth and scum to get lonely." "Sometimes." "And if I ever hear you repeat that I will stamp on your pretty little head." "Why can't I just enjoy the last few seconds of life?" "It doesn't ALL have to be all about pain, does it?" "No." "What doesn't?" "What would you do, Gene?" "Your last few seconds on Earth." "Anything you want." "Right now." " What, anything?" " Anything..." "Right now?" "Right now." "Say it." "I'm drunk." "And you're very drunk." "What are you doing?" "I'm doing the right thing." "And you should go to bed, Bolly." "Champagne should never be drunk alone." "Well, I couldn't agree more." "She'll be dropping her knickers right here the way she's going on." "Do you think I should say something to her?" "Nah." "You are so not my type." "Really?" "Ray..." "Ray!" " Your place or mine?" " Mine." "On one condition." "What?" "You let me ping your braces." " Hi, hi, Shaz..." " Are you all right?" " No, I'm, I'm fine..." " Are you coming in today?" "Yeah, yeah, no..." "I'll come in." "See you later." "Bye." "Please, I can't..." "I can't..." " You're going to have to." " Don't make me, I can't." "You can't stay here." "Now on your way." "Is everything all right, Viv?" "Hid in the Ladies all night, ma'am." "Just trying to get her to go home." " Look, you're going, OK..." " Put her in the records room." " Keep an eye on her." " Yes, ma'am." "That girl's home life must be bad to make her want to stay here." "Be honest, Viv..." " ... how do I look?" " Er... fine." "Word of advice." "Don't bother with poker." " You been snogging that prozzie?" " Piss off." "Burnt it on a cheese and tomato toastie on that bastard Breville thing." "Cup of tea'd be nice, Shaz." "Chris has just made us one." "That's plonk's job." "I was making one anyway." "Poof." "God, Ray, what's up with your lip?" "It's not that bloody bad." "That a dose of the old pox, Raymondo?" "I burnt my lip, Guv, all right?" "It's just a burn!" "Morning." "Morning, ma'am." "Good night last night was it, Inspector?" "Yeah, thanks, Ray." "You look a bit tired." "You been up all night, have you?" "Nearly." "But you know what?" "It was really worth it." "All fur coat and no knickers." "She might not have been lying when she said she used to be a hooker." "Staff names from The Sunborn, ma'am." "There's a fancy dress party on board there tonight." "I could hire you all costumes." "Maybe that could be your cover." "Yeah, great." "Thanks, Shaz." "Can I ask you something?" "Course you can." "Was it really that good?" "You know, what you were on about just now." "It was amazing." "How's the hangover?" "Yeah, it's coming along nicely." "How's your chin?" "Well, at least I can feel it now." "There's a party tonight on the Sunborn." "We could go as guests, and check out the staff for Trixie's rapist." "Look, um... don't get all feminist on me but, er... tongues are wagging." "It's nothing I can't handle." "Yeah, well, I wouldn't want you getting a name for yourself." "Oh God, you really are a 1981 construct through and through, aren't you?" "It's amazing." "I am trying to help you here." "Well, I don't need your "help"." "Their archaic attitude is their problem, not mine." "Wrong." "It's my problem." "To keep this department running smoothly, I need their respect." "They look up to me." "They should be looking up to you." "What do you want me to do, morph into to a nun?" "It's not like I've shagged an entire rugby team, is it?" "!" "I bet she has!" " It's your fault anyway!" " Why is it my fault?" "Because you left me on my own, and I ended up with some Thatcherite wanker!" "I told you to go to bed... alone." "If you'd listened to me, we wouldn't be wasting my time having this conversation." "That's right." "We are wasting time, when we should be making a plan for tonight." "Get those fancy dress costumes, Shaz." "You could've made an effort." "You know they say that a big cigar makes up for a less than impressive manhood." "Not this hombre, sweetheart." "It might do it for Monica Lewinsky but it does nothing for me." "Monica who?" "Just some girl who's tipped to go down well in the White House." "Where's Chris and Ray?" "Sorry... can't see a thing in these." "Superman... and Clark Kent." "Good, eh, Guv?" "Don't call me that, we're undercover." "Sorry, Guv." "Remember - a skinny, curly haired bloke wearing a sov." "What about him over there?" "Well, he's not skinny, is he?" "That's the third person who's thought I was a waiter." "Who are you supposed to be?" "The name's Bond..." "James Bond." "Well, James Bond didn't have the... tache, did he?" "It's his Breville lip." "It was either that or Jesus." "Right, we split up." "See if any of these waiters fit Trixie's description." "What about him?" "No, straight hair." "What about that one?" "No, he's not wearing a ring." "Drake, sovereign ring over there..." "Time for a little bit of role play, I think." "Hi..." "It's not him." "Let's keep looking." "Thanks very much." "Get off!" "Everybody thinks I'm a waiter." "Christ, you could actually be on to something, Bolly." "Over there..." "He was in Delphine's choir." "We interviewed him." "Let's go." "Just remember... softly, softly, Drake." "That's Roseberry-Sykes." "If he smells a rat, we go." "If we upset him, we're all in the shit." "I've got an idea." "Maybe we can provoke a reaction." "Tell him you think women like me are dirty." "Tell him you think I'm like a prostitute." "You've got no respect for women like that." "In fact, Gene... just be yourself." "Jammy bastard." "Fancy shoving her overboard?" "No amount of water could ever get a woman like that clean." "Our Lord has many words to describe women like her." "Impure?" "Very." "She may be beautiful on the outside..." "But filled on the inside with dead men's bones and all sorts of impurity." "What's your name, sir?" "Ryan." "Full name, sir." "Ryan Burns." "Why do ask?" "I am arresting you for the rape and attempted murder of Trixie Walsh..." " Not at the moment..." " Who?" "What's going on?" "Nothing." "This young lady was just having a little chat..." "A rape took place on your boat two nights ago, Mr Roseberry-Sykes." "This man here is a suspect." "Rape?" "There must be some mistake." "I'm afraid not." "Now if you'll just come quietly, we can get this over and done with." "I'm not a waiter, all right?" "I'm James Bond!" " Raymondo!" " This is unbelievable!" "Yeah." "Right, go." "Now!" "Sorry to cause this inconvenience, sir." "Leave it, he's not worth it!" "Stay!" "Hello again..." "Inspector." "Hello." "Recognise this woman?" "No, sir." "She was on The Sunborn the night of the alleged rape." "You were on duty... we checked." "Well, I was... but I didn't see her." "Unless anyone actually saw my client sexually assault the complainant, all this is completely circumstantial." "Has anyone witnessed it?" "So the only witness to this alleged crime is the complainant?" " A prostitute?" " Correct." "Have you had sex with a prostitute before, Mr Burns?" "You really don't have to answer that." "No, I wouldn't..." "I couldn't." "You were the only one that used the exact quote from the Bible that the victim says you used." "Quoting from the Bible doesn't make someone a rapist." "Shall we let Mr Burns speak for himself?" "Did you or did you not rape and assault Trixie Walsh?" "I swear I did not rape or assault Trixie Walsh." "I've never even seen her... as God is my witness." "Shaz, find out anything you can about Ryan Burns." "Double check the statements that placed him at the park" " at the time of Delphine's murder" " Yes, ma'am." "Right." "I've asked Ray and Chris to keep an eye on that girl who keeps hanging around the station." "What, Nina?" "What's she done to deserve them?" "Well, they can't make a balls up of that, can they?" "We had a dog that used to scratch itself all the time." "Distemper." "That wasn't his name." "Had to be put down in the end." "Yes, sir..." "Thank you, sir." "Well?" "That's us bolloxed." "Roseberry-Sykes has been on to the Commissioner." "He's accused us of victimising his staff." "Unless we can get something that sticks, we're gonan have to let Burns go." "And right now, we've got sweet FA." "Shit." "I know this won't mean anything to you but I just wanted to say I honestly think that I'm right." " And if I'd had more time..." " Not time, patience." "You didn't have all the facts, you couldn't present a strong enough case." "But you still believe you're right..." " Yes." "I do." " Snap." "One of us has to be wrong..." "It's not a question of being wrong, but doing the right thing." "Ryan Burns should have somebody fight his corner whether he's innocent or not." "How's your Latin?" " It's rusty." " Alios tracta sicut te ipsum." "Treat others as yourself." "Not so rusty." "I remember that!" "Those..." "Really?" "Wow, they've only just come out." "It's for Alex, my boss's daughter, though she'll probably say she's too old for toys." " I bet she loves it when you spoil her." " Well, she's worth every penny." " Is she?" " Definitely." "Well, Inspector Drake..." " Alex." " Really?" "Well, Alex, I hope we meet again." "It's been... unique." "Getting to know the enemy?" "You know what, I'm not even sure that you and I are on the same side any more." "Well, let's put that to the test, shall we?" "I went with your idea on Trixie Walsh's story... now you can go with mine." "Your alleged rapist, Ryan Burns, doesn't even remember seeing you, never mind having sex with you." "Well, he would say that, wouldn't he?" "About the only thing you got right was him wearing a ring." " What kind of ring was it again?" " Sovereign." "Sure?" "Like this, was it?" "So how can you be sure?" "Because you said it was dark." "What, you got x-ray vision?" " I'm pretty sure." " Do you know what I think?" "I think I've got x-ray vision because I can see right through you." "You've made this whole thing up, haven't you?" "And I want to know why." " I can't tell you." " Can't or won't?" "Both." "You weren't raped, were you?" "Don't let that bastard get off." "He's sick!" "No, sweetheart." "You're sick." "Sorry it took so long." "I didn't know if you wanted sugar?" "There you are!" "And who have we got here?" "Really?" "Spit the dog!" "That was rubbish, wasn't it?" "You should smile more." "It suits you." "Don't let him off!" "Listen to me!" "This isn't right, you shouldn't have let him go!" "Will someone listen to me?" "I want justice!" "Tough tits." "You've got me instead." "Get in." "No, thanks." "What happened to your lip?" "I burnt it." "Everyone keeping pulling my leg saying I've been kissing a prozzie." "I mean... a lady of the night." "Like me?" "Yeah." "I like you." " You seem like a nice kid." " No." "Like me." "What?" "You mean you're a...?" "You're having me on... nice girl like you?" "Don't believe me?" "No, I don't think I do, love." "Why would you want to make something up like that?" "I'm not." "Hang on a minute, love." "If I was such a nice girl, why would someone do this to me?" "And Nina actually told YOU this?" "She showed me the cut." "She's a mess... covered in bruises." "She knows that Trixie." "It was her who got her into the escort agency." "She'd only just started." "It wasn't Trixie who was raped, it was Nina." "Trixie knew that Nina would be too traumatised to come to us, so she faked the rape as her own, to protect..." " I know." " What do you mean, you know?" "Once Motor Mouth here had stopped shouting and started talking, the truth came out, eventually!" "If anything happens to one of those girls, you lot won't know what's hit you." "Why would Ryan Burns try and kill Nina?" "Why would he kill Delphine?" "What was his motive?" "Shaz." "Pass me the magnifier." "What have you got?" "A link, hopefully." "Here, look in this photograph..." "Burns is wearing the St Christopher, but in this one, he's given it to Delphine." "They were courting..." "Everything's significant." " I don't get why he killed her though." " Maybe he didn't mean to kill her." "He thought he loved her." "But she rejected him which made him feel... impure." "He lashed out, ripped the St Christopher off... and afterwards he felt... dirty and he needed someone to take out his self-hatred on." "When he realised Nina worked for an escort agency, he had to kill her." " Let's just get the twisted bastard." " He'll go after prostitutes again." "Skinny, curly hair, looked like butter wouldn't melt..." " Where did they go?" " Up by the river there." "Got to go..." "It was Sonya he went off with." "It was a white Escort." "White Escort in there." "Over there." "Ray... take the stairs." "Ryan." "Let her go." "No." "I can't." "Come on Ryan, not very Christian that, is it?" "You don't understand." "I'm helping her." "How?" "To lead a good life, to be fruitful for God." "By raping and murdering her?" ""I am the vine, you are the branches"." "John, Chapter 15, Verse 5." "You're nicked." "For the murder of Delphine Parkes, the rape and attempted murder of Nina Akaboa." "Anything you say will be taken down, ripped up and shoved down your scrawny little throat until you choke to death." "Gene Hunt, Chapter 1, verse 2." "Scum." "Do you want the bad news or the really bad news?" "That Sonya's legged it... which means our only chance of getting that scumbag sent down is Nina." "If she'll press charges." "Do you think you can pick him out in a line-up?" "Will he see me?" "I'll come with you." "Don't worry, love." "I won't let him intimidate you... promise." "We'll help you as much as we can, but when you're in the court room, you're on your own." "Will they... bring up what I used to do?" "Probably." "So... when it comes down to it, it's just my word against his?" "In a nut shell, love, yeah." "Will they believe me?" "We can't say." "Well, we can." "I would love to be wrong about this, sweetheart, but... you've got as much chance of convincing them as Michael Foot has of becoming Prime Minister." "Well, in that case..." "I don't think I can go through with it." "I don't want it to go to court." "Sorry." "Now do you understand why I wanted to do this instead of her?" "Take care, won't you?" "Look after her." "Yeah, well, I'll try." "Right instinct." "Wrong outcome." "I'm afraid I can't comment." "Go on then." "Get it over with." "What?" "The lecture." "No lecture." "You did the right thing." "Is there something wrong with my hearing?" "I could've sworn you said "did the right thing"." "With 5% of rape cases ending in conviction, what chance would SHE have had?" "Yeah, well, you never know..." "maybe it'll change one day." "Don't hold your breath." "My place?" "Sorry." "I'm with a friend." "Grassy arse..." "I hope they don't start a fire, Signor Hunt." "No, you're all right, Luigi..." "Ray!" "Your turn!" "Mind you, you have got insurance, haven't you?" "What are we supposed to be celebrating?" "In a morning raid today, police arrested 24-year-old Ryan Burns of South London for possession of ten kilos of cocaine." "The drugs were found hidden inside garden gnomes in Burns's car." "If found guilty, Burns faces a prison sentence of at least 5 years..." " You didn't..." " Not me." "Well, maybe I've got you all wrong, Ray." "Maybe you're not the stereotypical Neanderthal I had you down as." "Here, Ray!" "Quid says you can't light your farts with one of these." "Make it a fiver and you're on!" "Then again..." "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd." "Resync:" "Nathbot" "Suicide..." "That wasn't caused by the fall." "Murder, then." "So Kennedy worked in the research place?" "No big deal." "Gene, this must set off alarm bells." "Yes, it does." "Molly on rampage with idiot theories - run for your lives." "It's my room!" "It's exactly like my room." "What's the reason for the intimate rendez-vous?" "I don't appreciate..." "And I don't appreciate your lies, you are a bloody liar!" "I am so hot." "Oh dear Lord, if this is a test, I fear I may fail."