"Fears grow for the safety of Detective Inspector Alex Drake, missing since ten o'clock this morning." "The police officer was last seen driving away from the South Bank after a failed attempt to apprehend a gunman." "The police have named the gunman as Arthur Layton..." "She's dead for sure." "..and have described him as armed and dangerous." "The search for Detective Inspector Drake continues with police releasing a photo fit of the suspect..." "This bloke'll be joining her by the end of the day." "I'd put a fiver on it." "Sh, he might be able to hear you." "It's feared he could be holding DI Drake as a hostage." "Alex Drake has a twelve year old..." "Cool." "It's time to reveal who you think is the weakest link." "I wonder where she is." "This had better be kosher, Bolly." "If I get shit on my boots..." "You won't do." "I spoke to the water board, tunnel 96 hasn't been used since the turn of the century." "According to this floor plan, there's an interior drain that drops right down into this tunnel." "What number tunnel is this?" "What?" "96." "Why?" "Not 69?" "I'm sure DI Drake knows what a 69 is." "What was that noise?" "I must have read it wrong." "I fear your time on this earthRun!" "Oh, shi-i-i-i-it!" "69...96." "Easy mistake to make." "Some people had driven down from the Midlands and the North to see Britain's fleet set off." "It was led, with an unhappy irony by a ship the Defence Secretary is to sell to Australia next year." "Invincible is the Navy's brand new Harrier Carrier..." "Molly, this just isn't the sort ofMolly." "Molly, you're going to have to do better than that." "Why did you lock yourself in theTucker said my mum was dead." "I'm not dead, Molly." "I'm not." "We had a fight." "Miss Mooney said I was to come and see you." "I didn't want to." "Listen, Molly." "When a teacher says something to you, you have to do it, do you understand?" "Yes, Miss." "Molly." "It's just..." "What is it, Molly?" "It's my Mum." "There's news." "What news?" "!" "Am I alive?" "Has someone found me?" "'My name is Alex Drake." "'I've been shot and that bullet's taken me back in time." "'Now I'm lost in 1982." "'And all I can do is fight and search and stay alive." "'Because somehow I will find a way home.'" "Buona Sera." "Luigi." "My boots." "Good." "Something's happening." "What?" "I don't know, but it's something significant." "I think I might be going home." "I thought we'd sorted all this, Bols." "You're not going anywhere unless I say so and I don't say so." "Boots." "# Moving on the floor now babe" "# You're a bird of paradise" "# Cherry ice cream smile" "# I suppose it's very nice" "# With a step to your left" "# And a flick to the right" "# You catch that mirror way out west..." "# You know you're something special... #" "Whoa!" "The call said the man was dead." "He won't be any more dead if we get there five minutes later." "# Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand" "# Just like that river twisting" "Get out of the way, you bastard!" "Guv." "Reverse, you twat!" "Or I'll rip your innards out!" "Guv." "I'm going to kill them." "Guv." "There's a man with a giant penis." "Right!" "Guv." "It's Princess Margaret." "What's she doing in Soho?" "Her dress maker lives here, I think." "Sixth in line to the throne." "Gene Hunt does not wait for the sixth in line to the bloody throne." "Oh, God." "It's all restaurants now." "It's OK, pretty lady,you're breathing." "What did you say? Thank you." "Bloody Nora." "Try and remember that a human being lost his life here, a man just like you." "Now that's what I call well hung!" "Has he been ID'd?" "No, ma'am." "Right you two, go and have a talkGuv." "Auto-erotic asphyxiation." "What?" "By strangling himself like that his dying brain cells released glutamate." "To prevent glutamate overload the brain releases a receptor." "It's these receptors that give rise to the feelings of euphoria." "I didn't know you had a PhD in masturbation, DI Drake." "The trick is to ejaculate and then let go of the noose." "Clearly it doesn't always work." "I saw him when I opened up this morning." "Bloody idiot, dying in the middle of my business." "Try and remember a human being lost his life here, a man just like you." "Do you know who he is?" "No." "Are you going to close me down?" "We can't have pervy punters expiring" "Not even in Soho." "Please." "What's it worth?" "I'll toss you both off." "No, thank you." "Maybe we could accept a contribution to the Metropolitan Police Home For The Bewildered." "I don't want any money, Ray.What you talking about?" "The slags and scum in this business earn a lot more than we do." "All coppers are bastards." "Toe rags!" "Somebody must have helped him truss himself up like this." "The victims of auto-erotic asphyxiation are usually lone young males." "This was found in the street outside, sir." "Usually but not always." "Who's the pirate?" "Still trying to trace her, sir." "Well, it's not usual." "Open and shut." "Some tart was giving him a five knuckle shuffle, he hollered his last." "Said tart freaked out, galloped off down Berwick Street, left the Polaroid behind." "An accident?" "That would have taken Columbo an hour." "You see that woman over there?" "I think I knew it the moment I set eyes on her." "Beautiful." "Kind." "Brave as a lion." "All I can see is Shaz." "Right, Viv." "Get everyone in this department in here now." "Detective Superintendent Mackintosh is on his way to speak to us." "Guv." "He doesn't slum it withFinally I get" "What's going off, Guv?" "You knowWhat about him?" "He was one of us." "Police Constable Sean Irvine." "Graduated with flying colours from Hendon." "We were talking about moving him up into CID." "He would've been a colleague of yours." "Why are you telling us this?" "He choked on his chicken in a strip club." "On the day our colleagues in the forces prepare to fight for their country, it doesn't fill me with joy that a fellow officer died in such circumstances." "The papers will have a field day." "Why did a young PC with such prospects commit a sordid act in a sordid part of the town?" "Perk of the job." "Because we let him down." "Because he grew up as a young copper in a culture that said it was OK to overstep the mark." "I know." "It's been hard for you." "The city awash with new money and new crime and we're asked to police it with one hand tied behind our backs." "But that's the new world we have to live in and there's no going back now." "More's the pity." "The days of taking home a side of beef because the butcher appreciated you keeping the streets clean?" "Gone." "The days of asking your mate in traffic to rip up a parking ticket?" "Gone." "Now we can either lament the passing of the old ways, become bitter and twisted and useless..." "Or we can step into the new world." "I'm a policeman." "That's what I do." "That's what I am." "So for me there's no question, I will adapt." "But from now on it's a black and white world, gentlemen." "I've just drawn a line in the sand." "Whatever happened in the past stays in the past." "But what happens from this moment on..." "Either with me or against me." "It's a real pleasure to meet you, sir." "I've heard a lot about you." "And I you, Alex." "Yes, moving on." "I want you to deliver the agony message personally, Gene, not a rookie PC." "OK, sir." "And his colleagues need to be told." "There's one guy he was close to." "Yeah, I'll get the boys onto it." "Oh." "And the Commissioner had a call from the Palace today." "Buck House?" "It seems Princess Margaret was visiting her favourite dressmaker when a man holding a giant plastic penis walked in front of her car." "Too much Scotch?" "Then a foul-mouthed police officer refused to let her pass." "No respect for our elders any more." "Some people, eh?" "Irvine was supposed to clean up Soho." "Instead he got corrupted by it." "We'll sort this, sir." "Hold up, Bolly." "Personally, I'm never in that much of a hurry to tell a wife her husband's dead." "Things are moving." "Yeah, something to doWe've got a job to do." "You must be mistaken." "He's not that sort of man." "We all have our peccadillos, love." "Doesn't make him a bad person." "He was the most loving husband you could ever imagine." "His only problem was he was married to the poxy job." "He put in the hours, did he?" "It's not a job, it's a disease." "And it's killed him." "Feel free to cry, I hear it'sPiss off." "Did he ever ask you to watch himNo." "Never asked you to dress him upNo." "Traffic warden?" "No, nothing like that." "Princess Leia?" "I think she said no." "Not Sean." "Never." "Was Kevin with him?" "Where was Kevin?" "PC Kevin Hales, his partner." "Two of our best officers are talking to him now." "All right, mate?" "Are you Kevin Hales?" "I am, yeah." "Why?" "What can I do for you?" "Best mate of Sean Irvine?" "Yeah." "Well..." "He's dead." "What?" "Yeah, he died in a strip club in Soho." "Dressed up like a woman." "Sean's dead?" "Yeah." "So there was never any extra money around the place?" "What are you implying?" "I'm implying that he worked in vice." "We lived on his police wages, if you can call it living." "He's as straight as a die." "So you're saying while I was sitting here with the kids, watching his tea go cold, he was dying in some strip club?" "No." "No." "How was your marriage, would you say?" "He loved me, he loved the kids." "And you never caught him in your knicker drawer?" "No!" "I'm going to show you something now which I know will upset you.Oh, God." "But it's important we clear your husband's death up, isn't it?" "Straight as a die." "Do you recognise the woman in the photograph?" "I know wives are the last to know their husbands use prostitutes, but she did seem really sure he wasn't into that sort of thing." "As the great Charlie Rich once said, nobody knows what goes on behind closed doors." "Look." "A copper gets his rocks off dressed up as Widow Twankie in front of hookers." "It embarrasses me, it embarrasses the Force, so we move on." "Nobody knows anyone." "The great lie of this life is we pretend we do." "You never talk about Mrs Hunt, do you?" "Ex-Mrs Hunt." "That's right." "I don't." "Ooh!" "This is supposed to be a crime scene." "The manageress very kindly asked us if she could keep it open." "Apparently our girl dances here." "Well, shouldn't we go backstage and find her?" "Oh, God." "One day, one day I will go to a Woman Of The Year lunch." "Don't get all high and mighty on us." "I'd like to see you up there shaking your bits and bobs." "In your dreams.I certainly hope so." "You don't get many of them to the pound." "Watch out, mate." "They've all got crabs." "That's our girl." "Is somebody going to arrest her?" "Why are you always in such a hurry?" "Right, then, Long John bloodyOh!" "You pick up that tissue andGet off!" "So you're a one-eyed stripper who likes to take a photograph?" "I've got both my eyes, thanks." "It's my stage persona." "You don't deny that's you in the photograph?" "Yeah, that's me." "How well did you know the man?" "I didn't." "Apparently, he came to the club and watched me strip." "Then the boss said he wanted to do something in private." "What did you say?" "I said no." "They said he was a police officer and they wanted to keep him happy." "So I said I'd do it but I'd only watch, nothing else." "Watch what, exactly?" "Just him." "And take photos." "One for the album." "Can I go in, please?" "I don't know anything." "We are talking about the death of a police officer here." "Oh, God." "Where's that accent from?" "Hyde." "Hyde." "Manchester girl." "You should have said so." "Chris!" "Can we get on?" "I promise you, he wasn't dead when I left him." "This young lady's from Manchester." "Guv?" "Go and get her a decent cup of tea and a biscuit." "What sort of biscuits to you like,Garibaldis." "Can I help you?" "Yeah, I want to see Hunt." "DCI Hunt is out of the office at present." "If you'd like me to..." "I want to see him now!" "Are you telling us the absolute truth?" "What are you doing down here, Sal?" "Getting your kit off for a bunch of pervy Southerners?" "I'm trying to be an actress." "That's what they all say." "Look, I'm really sorry about what's happened." "OK, off you go, Sal." "And stop all this stripping nonsense, there's a good girl." "Felicity Kendal didn't get where she is by taking her clothes off." "Did she?" "I don't think so, no.Thank you." "Mr Hunt?" "Hm." "You won't tell my mum, will you?" "No, love." "There you go." "Sex game gone wrong, end of." "What?" "Well, is that it?" "I've seen bacon grilled for longer than that." "I'm even starting to speak like you.Are we letting that tart go?" "She's not a tart, Ray, she's an actress." "Guv, Viv's been on the radio." "The dead copper's mate really wants to speak to you." "They say you're a legend." "Start acting like one." "You wanted to talk to me, so talk." "Yeah, I'll not have my best mate hung out to dry, a laughing stock for the entire force." "I'd say he brought that on himself, wouldn't you?" "Dressed up like Hilda Ogden in a Soho clip-joint." "What sort of man was Sean?" "A bloody good one." "Best mate I've ever had." "Did he sleep with the girls?" "He's dead." "What difference does it make humiliating him now?" "All I ask is..." "My sympathy for the death of your friend is starting to dribble away, Police Constable." "What do you want me to say?" "The truth." "He was getting in a bit deeper than normal, that's all I'd say." "So he did sleep with the girls?" "When you work in Soho, it's sort of a perk of the job, everyone does it." "But he's one of ours and you're hanging him out to dry!" "Think of his wife." "You watch" "What do you mean, deeper?" "I don't know the details because I asked him not to tell me." "But he was getting...agitated." "You know, nervy." "I just couldn't keep him away from the girls, it was like a drug." "Game, set and match, Gene Hunt." "Yeah, he had a smile like a Cheshire cat." "I did not!" "Can't you see it demeans women?" "Bollocks." "They get paid." "I was" "He actually said that he wouldn't mind seeing you up there on stage, wiggling your tassels around." "That's not what I said." "I said you'd be as good-looking as any of 'em if you were a stripper." "Which you're not, because that would demean you." "Go and play with yourself." "Classic!" "Copper obsessed with the tarts, gets off by dressing up." "Gets a girl to watch him." "She leaves." "He dies, end of." "Chris, get hold of the pathologist." "I want to run a blood test on Irvine." "Boss." "Ma'am." "It was an accident." "Ray, talk to all Ruth Irvine's friends and neighbours." "Find out what sort of woman she is." "All sorted, Gene?" "Almost there, sir," "Good stuff." "Short and sharp so it doesn't affect morale." "Alex." "It's called respect." "You should look it up." "Female, mid '30s with gunshot wound to head." "What's happened?" "Alpha, Victor, Lima, One." "Urgent medical assistance required." "DOG BARKS" "Don't frighten the dog, Bolls." "You know I've had the strangest day today, Luigi." "After months of nothing really happening I think today someone finally found me!" "A tramp maybe, down by the river." "You have to be careful down by the river." "But you know what it means, it means that I'm alive." "And all these months are just seconds." "I hear voices through other voices." "Like Rod Hull and Emu?" "I like very much." "Something's about to happen." "You are right there!" "Veal scaloppini!" "You spoil me, Luigi." "I cook it in my special sauce." "My mother's sauce." "Not for these others." "Pearls before swine, eh?" "Enjoy, Senorina." "Thank you." "Can I have a quick word?" "Can it wait, Chris, until I've eaten?" "It's Shaz." "She's giving me the cold shoulder." "Why is she?" "Well, she says I enjoyed looking at those naked women." "Well, do you?" "Yes." "But she says it's degrading women.Well, it is!" "But I can't help how I feel when I look at a woman taking her clothes off." "Let me try and turn it around for you, OK?" "How would you feel about letting Shaz watch men strip?" "Men stripping?" "Yeah." "That's disgusting." "Women don't want to see that." "Look, let me just finish my dinner in peace and I will think of something to get you back on track with Shaz." "OK?" "Thank you, boss." "Ma'am." "How's your food?" "I really wouldn't know." "It's your own fault." "What is?" "Get your coat, we're going to the morgue." "Raymondo." "I must admit it looked like an open and shut case of auto-erotic asphyxiation." "Thought I'd be home for Russell Harty and corned beef hash." "Get on with it, she's hungry.That was a good scrap." "At your suggestion, DI Drake, I had a little rummage in his blood." "What was?" "Russell Harty and Grace Jones." "A big poof and a diesel dyke." "Where I found an amount of trichloroethanol." "What?" "Metabolised chloral hydrate?" "Precisely." "What?" "Date rape." "What?" "Temper, temper.Well, speak English!" "Someone slipped him a Mickey Finn." "There's bruising to the shoulders, scratches on the wrists." "It's as though he's been forcibly held down." "That would be my guess, yes." "You're good at this." "Someone incapacitated him but he could struggle while they put on the woman's clothing." "The only person we know was at theHe's a big man, it'd be hard to hold him down." "I'm beginning to smell a very big, very smelly rat." "Grace Jones is a lesbian?" "What was the actual cause of death?" "He choked on his own vomit." "An overdose of chloral hydrate would lead to convulsions and vomiting." "He didn't stand a chance." "Be very clear what you're saying.A police officer has been murdered." "It would appear so." "You lied, Sally." "That disappoints me." "I don't know what you mean." "The police officer was murdered." "Murdered?" "Yeah, seems you were the last person to seen him alive" "I've told you everything I know." "So, please..." "I'm not going to phone" "I'm going to drive to Manchester and bring her back with me." "Then I'm going to sit next to her whilst she watches her little girl waggling her bits in front of London's finest deviants." "You wouldn't." "Start talking!" "I told you." "The dead guy asked me to take photos of him dressed up." "I said no but he gave me money." "That's it." "I'm not saying anything else." "Perhaps I didn't make myself clear?" "There are things in this world a lot more scary than you, Mr Hunt." "What's up with you, Bols?" "Someone..." "Oh!" "Sally?" "Jesus, she's been shot!" "That way!" "Go!" "Go!" "I'm not a bad person." "No, you're not a bad person." "I only wanted to be an actress." "Well, you will be an actress." "Now stop talking." "Stay with me, Sally, you stay with me." "You won't tell my mum?" "No, I won't tell your mum." "They should put a sign up at every train station in the north saying the streets of London are paved with shit." "Why kill a kid like that?" "What could she possibly have known that was worth her death?" "I don't know what I'm in this miserable place for." "I have no idea." "I know why you're here, Bols, you only had to ask." "Why?" "Why am I here?" "The same reason as me." "To keep the streets clean and to find this girl's killer." "Ray's been talking to the grieving widow's neighbours." "She wasn't where she said she was, she lied to Uncle Gene, Bols." "You two wait here.She's still just lost her husband." "Someone's been yanking my chain and I don't like it." "Just don't go into her house like a bull in a china shop." "Good morning." "Is this the china shop?" "What are you doing?" "How dare..." "You're nicked." "Kids, you don't need to hear this." "Wait there." "They're burying their father thisI hope you've booked the space next to him, cos I'm gonna bury you!" "Let's run through the facts one more time, shall we?" "Your husband was found dead in a Soho clip joint." "You show me some respect!" "I don't respect people who lie to me!" "Found trussed up like Danny La Rue and choked on his own vomit." "Murdered." "We did have a witness to your husband's last moments but she's dead too." "A sweet girl, full of life." "Now her blood is soaking into the shitty tarmac of a shitty Soho street." "Why are you telling me all this?" "Do you know what I think?" "I think your husband was playing away with some of Soho's finest." "No, I won't believe that." "I think you found out about it and had him murdered and then stitched it to look like a sex game gone wrong!" "No!" "When it became obvious that we're about to get Sally to split the beans, you had her murdered!" "No!" "She died in my arms!" "A frightened, little girl a long way from home." "Why did you say you were at homeI'm sorry, but I can't." "I want the truth!" "You didn't kill them, did you?" "No." "What are you hiding?" "Gene." "Charlie!" "It's all right, love, it's all right." "A word, please." "What's she told you?" "Lies, mostly." "She doesn't have an alibi for the night her husband was killed." "She does, actually." "The reason Ruth wasn't at home with her kids is that she was with me." "With you?" "Yes, with me." "In my bed." "You were having an affair" "I'm not proud of it." "You were sleeping with a junior police officer's wife" "The point is that Mrs Irvine is not a suspect in her husband's death." "Are you going to be speaking at his funeral?" "You can't help who you fall in love with, Gene." "Is that right, Sir?" "None of this changes the bigger picture." "I want Soho cleaned up, I want the man who murdered my officer." "Now, if you'll excuse me." "Nobody knows anyone." "Who said that?" "Sean Irvine was walking the mean streets of Soho whilst his wife was being skewered by his senior officer." "I think "love" was the word he used." "We've been asking round about Sean Irvine, Guv." "He was well-liked, nobody's got a bad word to say about him." "Girls really liked him." "Said he was fair, he never took advantage of them." "Bent?" "No evidence that he was." "Which backs" "So the only person who says Irvine was taking a stroll on the dark side was PC Kevin Hales." "Who came in here especially to tell us that." "Go fetch." ""Congratulations, they've found you."" "Bols?" "What?" "Get in here." "What the hell is this and what does it mean?" ""Pont de l'Alma." Alma Bridge?" "I didn't write it." "Rubbish, you're the only one who writes French in here." "I didn't write it." "Where's bloody Hales?" "It does ring a bell, though." "The death of your friend has been a bit traumatic for you." "Yes, sir." "Even though you told us he was a bit pervy." "No, not pervy." "Whatever he got up to in private, I guess he didn't hurt anyone." "We're talking Soho, nothing's black and white there." "Apart from your friend Sean." "Ma'am?" "Well, he was white." "He was honest.Yeah, I didn't say he wasn't honest." "The question is, does that make you black?" "I don't know what you mean." "You said" "If that's what you think." "That's good." "Where were you the night Sean was killed?" "I wasn't on duty that night, neither was he." "I was at Stamford Bridge." "On your own?" "No, with 30,000 other people." "And the other night?" "What night?" "The night the girl was killed." "I was in a police cell." "What were you doing in a police cell?" "I'd had a few drinks, I was in a funny mood." "I got into a fight with a pimp in Soho." "Right, well, that'll be on your record." "Well, no charges were brought." "I'll have that checked out.You do that, sir." "I'm going to turn your life upside down, Constable." "Look, I'm not saying I'm the perfect copper." "But I didn't kill my mate and I didn't kill that girl." "Get out of my sight." "What do you think of Mac now?" "I think he's very attractive." "I think he's pulling the Met in the right direction." "I think he said the word "love" in a police station." "Oh, God, give me strength." "What do you think of Mac?" "What do you want?" "To talk to you.Make an appointment." "To talk to you where the walls don't have ears." "When I got back from my interview with you I found my whole house had been trashed." "What?" "Phone your local cops,You don't like me very much." "Your husband died doing his job while you were impaled on another man's baton." "What is there to like?" "Sean was a decent, loving man." "Spare me the crocodile tears, please." "Will you put your schoolboy morality aside for one second and listen?" "Nothing was missing, because they didn't find what they were looking for." "And what was that?" "My husband's personal diary." "He used to just keep it on the bookshelf in the kitchen, but a few weeks ago he started hiding it under the floorboards." "Did he say why?" "He just said it was safer there." "I thought there might be something significant in it." "That's what you do, isn't it?" "Find the significance?" "Yeah." "Have you ever been in love, Mr Hunt?" "There was the time Wendy Barton let me put a frog down her knickers." "Sometimes love is dark and very dangerous and leaves you not liking yourself very much." "Find the people who killed my husband." "Please." "Mate, I don't care if your wife does leave you." "A man died in that club and we need to know who was there." "Well, just go and have a word with her, cos you're coming down the station." "Before it wasn't a double murder enquiry." "Tell me what happened that night." "Same as happens every night." "I've told you all this before." "They're punters." "They pay their money, have a quick wank under their macs and leave." "That's disgusting." "Yeah, you should be ashamed of yourself." "Why should women be treated like objects?" "It's not right." "There's an entire two pages at the back here." "KH." "Kevin Hales." "£40. £80." "There's a lot of payments.Why would he be paying Hales?" "Maybe he was keeping a noteSupposition, Bols." "There's got to be something here." "It's got to be staring us in the face." "Let's look at the morning of the last day of his life." "10am, Soho Association." "12 o'clock, SM." "Sadomasochism?" "Well, it would explain why he died looking like my Auntie Sheila." "I'm going back to the club.What for?" "Just..." "I don't know." "Maybe we missed something." "Guv?" "What?" "Fire up the photocopier." "Why does this thing never bloody work?" "It hasn't been the same since that lady from accounts photocopied her bum at the Christmas party." "She'd had a few brandy snaps in her life, eh?" "Lovely." "Have you still got that photocopy of her arse?" "No." "Here we go." "Right, I've got it set to maximum magnification." "Just like Harrison Ford!" "I knew it!" "Yeah, I can see it!" "I can't." "What am I looking for?" "See the face?" "Kevin Hales." "(I made it.)" "(I made it...home.)" "(Hello." "I'm awake.)" "Molly?" "Molly?" "I survived the bullet." "Is my daughter here?" "I'm a little disappointed in you." "The great detective can't unravel the simplest clue." "What's happening?" "Pont de l'Alma." "Does it ring any bells?" "What?" "Did you like the rose?" "I found you out, Alex, this isn't your home." "I am home." "1982." "No." "I wouldn't want your friends to miss out on all the fun." "Will they come to your rescue if they can hear you scream?" "Please..." "There's nothing like pain to loosen the tongue." "I've been hearing all about you, Alex." "I want you to tell me what you are doing here." "You see, I know you don't belong in this world." "This is DI Alex Drake!" "Help me somebody, please!" "Help me!" "Help!" "'Please, help me!" "' Bolly!" "What's going on?" "Where are you?" "'Please!" "Please!" "Help me, somebody!" "Please!" "'" "Ma'am?" "DI Drake, talk to me!" "'Help me!" "Please!" "'" "'Help me, please!" "' Bolly!" "Bolly!" "Pressure damage, I'm on it." "I'm on it..." "I'm on it." "Airway clear." "Are you with us, love?" "Alex, can you hear me?" "Where are you, Bolly?" "What are you doing in this place?" "Dilating big time." "Step back." "Bolly!" "Just tell me!" "Bolly!" "This isn't the end, Alex." "Bolly!" "Guv." "Alex!" "Alex!" "Wake up!" "Alex!" "Wake up!" "Come on, wake up!" "Alex, wake up!" "Wake up, Alex!" "Come on!" "Am I dead?" "Not unless I'm Saint Peter." "I find that highly unlikely, don't you?" "Someone went to a lot of trouble to freak you out, Bolly." "I know." "You attract nutters." "I've noticed that about you.Yeah, so have I." "We checked Kevin Hales's alibi the night Sally was shot." "He said he was in a police cell, but I read his charge sheet." "He was banged up for five minutes before a mate let him out." "Well, let's go and get him now.No, it's fine." "Ray and Chris have got it under control." "'Guv?" "Guv?" "'" "'We're outside Hales's flat." "The bastard's firing at us.'" "'Armed response are on their way.' A simple bloody arrest." "He was going nuts before we even got here." "Well, why, if he even didn't know we were coming for him?" "Don't know, don't care." "Where do you think you're going?" "I'm coming with you." "Can't get enough, can you?" "Get down, Guv!" "Where's Hales?" "He's up there." "He shot my car!" "You shot my car, you bastard!" "Sod armed response, Guv." "We can sort this joker out." "How are you feeling, Ma'am?" "Fine, thanks, Chris." "Poof." "Come on, you bastards!" "Come and get me!" "Come on!" "Get down now!" "Let's have it!" "You lot!" "Get back in now!" "Oi, oi!" "He's drunk." "He's dead." "Oh, put that away!" "He's going to kill someone!" "He already has." "Exactly!" "That's why I'm going to take him out." "Just let me talk to him." "I'll do it." "What?" "You're still all over the place after your little meeting with Doctor Death." "What do you know about talking" "I've watched you, how hard can it be?" "Tea and sympathy, pretend you care..." "There's a bit more to it than that." "Kevin Hales?" "I know you murdered your mate and you're probably feeling bad about it." "Not, it has to be said, as bad as he does." "Just stop feeling sorry for yourself and start behaving like a bloody man!" "Bastard." "Can't you see this is what he wants?" "It's victim precipitated homicide." "Speak English, Bolly, or I will shoot you." "It's death by cop." "He's killed his mate, he feels guilty about it, this is the ending that he wants." "I suggest we give it to him.Armed response are here." "Bolly!" "Bolly!" "Bolly!" "Come on, you bastards!" "Come and get me." "Kevin?" "Kevin?" "Kevin?" "I, er..." "I never met Sean." "You're not fit to say his name." "So I hear." "He was a decent copper and a good man." "He was my friend." "What happened, Kevin?" "Come on, you bastards!" "Kevin, what happened?" "I killed him." "I didn't mean to." "He knew I was on the take and he said he was going to report me." "I thought I'd get some pictures of him, keep his mouth shut that way." "So you didn't mean to kill him." "That's...that's important." "I paid the girl..." "Went back inside and he was dead." "Choked." "Yeah, we know." "But you did kill Sally." "Don't let Sean down again." "Come on, make him proud of you." "Just put the gun down." "Just put it down." "Go on." "Go on." "Just put it down." "I'm sorry, Sean." "Come on." "Armed police." "Step away from the weapon." "Turn around, Kevin." "We're arresting you for the murders of Sean Irvine and Sally Jason." "Hey." "Have you seen this lot?" "It's like a wet dream in Radio Rentals in his gaff." "What's this?" "50% to the pimps, 10% for you?" "Nothing you wouldn't do." "Legend." "Have a nice day, cop killer." "Get him out of my sight." "Right, who wants a television?" "Hi." "Blow into this." "Blow yourself." "I said blow into it." "You're not drunk." "I'm just a pebble on the beach, Ma'am." "I'm nothing." "We are everywhere." "Everywhere." "Get rid of him." "He confessed." "He's in the Polaroid." "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to get myself a drink." "I'm not saying he didn't do it, but why pretend to be drunk?" "I don't know." "Does everything have to have a reason?" "Maybe somebody wants us to think that he was working alone." "Maybe he was told to act drunk and confess." "What "someone else"?" "Your Nurse Ratchet?" "SM.Sadomasochist. We've done that bit." "Yeah, but he wasn't, was he?" "That's what Kevin Hales wanted us to think." ""Meeting with SM." "Goes well"." "Supermac." "Mac?" "He had a meeting with Sean on the last day of his life." "It's not unusual for a Superintendent to meet his PCs, especially if he was going to fast-track him to CID." "No, but it is unusual not to tell the people who are investigating that PC's murder." "No." "Yes." "No." "Enough." "Keep Mac out of this." "'Meet Sean Irvine.'" "He's your superior!" "You don't sneak into his office and read his private diary!" "Could he be bent?" "No, he could not!" "Why did he lie about the meeting with Sean, then?" "That proves nothing." "Maybe, maybe not." "Why don't we ask him?" "Chris?" "What the bloody hell are you playing at?" "I am arresting you on the suspicion of being the loveliest woman I've ever met." "What are you talking about?" "What are you doing?" "What is he doing?" "He's being attractively post modern." "# I believe in miracles" "# Where you from you sexy thing?" "# Chris!" "The full monty." "# I believe in miracles" "# Since you came along" "# You sexy thing... #" "Bottom line is, I trust Mac." "He said things were black and white." "What if he's black?" "If Mac had anything to do with Sean Irvine's death, then everything that I believe in is wrong." "Welcome to my world." "# How did you know I needed you?" "# How did you know I needed you so badly?" "#" "He's gone mad." "That is horrible." "Sorry, Mama." "You had such great hopes for me." "# Yesterday, I was one of the lonely people" "# Now you're lying close to me" "# Making love to me" "# I believe in miracles... #" "Oh, dear, God.# You sexy thing, sexy thing" "# I believe in miracles... #" "Mr Hunt." "It's for you." "Well,tell him to piss off. i'm drinking." " He said to say it's Mac." "Come in." "Gene." "And DI Drake." "Nasty business." "I wanted to thank you both for clearing it up." "That's if it is cleared up." "It seems that Sean Irvine came to see you on the day that he died." "Irvine?" "I don't think so." "It was in his diary." "A diary someone was very keen to get hold of." "He must be mistaken." "It was in your diary too.How can you possibly know that?" "My diary is kept under lock and key." "I picked the lock and read it." "Did you now?" "She did have her reasons." "I think we'd better clear up this misunderstanding at once, don't you, Gene?" "Scotch?" "And you, DI Drake..." "If you put your pretty little fingers near my private belongings again..." "I'll cut them off." "Shut the door, Gene." "I'm talking very quietly about succeeding." "In a very quiet, I hope, British way." "Hello?" "Did you like the flower?" "How did you get in?" "Are you going to be my partner or my enemy?" "I'm putting this phone down." "Pont de l'Alma." "Still haven't got it, have you?" "I was there at the funeral holding back the grieving hordes." "Pont de l'Alma!" "Is the tunnel where she died!" "Do you remember where you were the day she crashed?" "But that was 1997!" "More than a decade without her." "She hasn't died yet!" "This is 1982!" "Isn't it just?" "# The water shines" "# A pebble skips across the face" "# A dozen times" "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd" "E-mail subtitling@bbc.co.uk"