A body found in a shallow grave may be that of a police officer.
SHE SHRIEKS
Sam Tyler lost his life, murdered. It's down to you to find out
from Hunt's own mouth how he did it, where he did it and why he did it.
I don't care what he thinks. I care what you think.
If you don't believe me, what's the point?
- Oh, my God! - It's all right, Chris, we're all here.
I think we found our grave.
- Do you have any idea how serious this is? - Yes, I do.
It's going to be one hell of a last chapter, eh, Jimbo?
SINISTER LAUGHTER
It's A Knockout! And Alex is off!
- Come on, Mum! You can do it! - She's found the numbers 6620!
Oh, Gene Hunt's after her. He's gaining!
BOOING
Mummy, get up. He's coming!
Mummy!
Mummy, get up! He's coming!
Mummy! Mummy, get up! He's coming!
I have to know the truth.
The truth will set me free.
'Today, Gene.
'Today. '
"Tainted Love" by Soft Cell
We think it's a gangland hit, ma'am. Do you know the Hardyman Gang?
- Couple of cousins, aren't they? Playing naughty boys? - Not any more.
Alex, meet Ginger and Nobby.
It's all right, lads... no need to get up.
- Who's the other one? - We don't know about him yet. Time of death?
About 30 seconds after their throats were unzipped.
A piece of, like, quartz has been put into each of their gobs.
Adding a touch of class to your gangland hit.
D'you get a good night's sleep last night?
There'll be no eyewitness statements. That's the thing about these
underworld gangster bastard types... very adept at the disappearing act.
- They're not the only ones. - Meaning?
- You tell me. - You started the train of thought.
Come on, you two. You're at it already. I haven't even had my brekkie yet. Oh!
Don't think I'll ever eat breakfast again.
What we do know is they were trying to jump up the league table.
Prostitutes, heroin. Should have stuck to sub-post offices.
Some people just don't know a good thing.
Hey, what's that in Ginger's hand?
It's a phone number.
It's got a Fenchurch East prefix.
GINGER GROANS
Oh, God! You've got to be kidding me!
- Did nobody take a pulse? - His pulse was all over the bloody floor!
Chris, get an ambulance now!
HE MUTTERS What's he saying?
Sounds like a name.
What you saying, mate? Vicky P?
Drinking?
I've started a directory of all the Victoria Ps in the city.
- Why d'you think they put Schwartz in their gobs? - Quartz.
How the hell would I know?
I'm not a geographist.
You lot had better be working like Chinamen on a bloody railway.
Ray, our third man.
What were those trousers? Tweed? Bit country-set for a gangster.
- Drawn a blank so far, guv. - Want a cuppa, guv?
No, but I'd like officers to know when a person's dead before they tell me
and I'd like answers to a triple killing, Granger, you stupid plonk!
All right, guv. No need for that.
You think because you stood up to me that you're Leon Spinks now, do you?
What is it that's getting at you?
I'll tell you... I've been too easy on you lot.
Well, not any more. This place is mine. You lot belong to me! Not Drake.
Not Keats. Me!
Now somebody tell Drake to get her bony,
pointless arse into my office ASA bloody P!
Those two should either get a room or kill each other.
It's changed anyway. This whole place feels different and we all know it.
I thought it was cos I switched to Denim For Men, but it's something more.
Not been the same since Viv...
- Since Viv went. - Had a nightmare about Viv. On his tod,
hunched up amongst all this fire and... - Stop it. - Not interested.
OK. We all know something bloody weird's going on.
Well, write to Arthur C Clarke's Mysterious World.
Granger, seven sugars!
Farringfield Green.
It's just outside Bolton.
- I could be there in four hours. - I'm ready to deliver my report on Hunt.
I'll keep the photo.
I should be in control of the information, Alex.
SHE SIGHS
I'm, er...
I'm confused, Jim.
I mean, can that really be Sam buried up there?
Sam asked Gene to help him.
He wanted to escape and Gene helped him without question.
What, so Tyler's alive, is he?
- Maybe living in Grand Canary? - No.
No, Sam's dead, I know that.
But he hung on to life here for as long as possible.
Except he was dead and I know that I'm not.
Gene can't be the enemy.
The man has a dark side. I mean, dear God,
even Julie Andrews would struggle not to see that.
What about Sam's girlfriend, DC Anne Cartwright?
My office can't trace her either. Maybe both of them are buried up there.
But why? Why would he?
Now, look, you and Sam...
You're different.
You both challenged this world Gene's carefully built for himself.
That makes you dangerous to him.
You're not D and C, are you?
- Who are you, Jim? - Ssh.
Look, you've done so much to help everybody else around you, Alex.
Now you have to help yourself.
And that means trusting me.
- What's this? - Every known gang connected to the East End.
The Hardymans put their snout in the wrong trough
and we've got to find out whose.
The third man talked about Vicky P.
Mentioned something about drinking as he was dying.
Only thing that'll be on my mind when my time comes.
Right, Shaz, cross-check. See if any of those Vicky Ps have got a pub licence.
Got an ID on him.
Fingerprints were on Scotty Yard's priority list. Walter Tavish.
Also known as Wally Travis, William MacTarn and Bill Timmers.
Bloody hell. He could do The Generation Game all on his own.
Walter Tavish. He's a fence.
He specialises in antique furniture.
No exactly Antiques Roadshow material, are they?
I mean, they're gangsters. They don't go around slicing each other up
over a bloody Welsh dresser.
- This is a message. - What are you muttering through your lipstick, woman?
These pieces of quartz were placed in their mouths to make an ironic point.
Well, you'd better get on the blower to the Ironic Crimes Division squad.
Well, at least acknowledge that that's a lead, guv.
"Guv" again, is it?
You made a fool of me last night.
I'm sorry.
- It was just... It was all too much. - Too much?
When you first came here, you had it away with some yuppie twat.
Your knickers headed south so fast they needed their own Railcard.
I didn't take this world seriously then. I do now.
And me?
I take you very seriously, Gene.
Do you know our problem, Bols?
We've lost sight of who we are.
Hey, check this out. Terry and Bammo nicked from some scrote last week.
Well tasty.
Yeah, so, you know, if you want to ring Firearms,
let 'em know that we've still got it.
WHISTLE BLOWS
Did no-one hear that whistle?
God, I miss Viv.
MAN PLAYS A MILITARY SALUTE
That new Skip creeps me out.
He doesn't even get horny over a sawn-off, the weirdo.
Chris, this phone number on Ginger's hand.
The number doesn't exist, guv.
Did you copy it exactly?
Yep, took it from the forensic of this fella's hand.
This dried blood has made that 3 into an 8.
Here's the OS map of Lancashire you asked for, ma'am.
Thanks, Shaz. Thank you.
- DI Drake, my office. - I... I'm just, um...
Now.
Why did Shaz bring you that map?
Because... er, it's somewhere in the world I've always wanted to visit.
It's just that your idea of heading north is a trip to Brent Cross.
This is about bloody Tyler again.
It's nothing.
Go. Just go home.
- What? - If a female officer is causing disconsternation
amongst her male colleagues,
it is the right of the senior officer to transfer her.
Disconsternation is not a word.
You, a woman, are upsetting a predominantly male environment.
No, I'm upsetting you because I didn't sleep with you last night.
You are the most immature man I've ever met.
- Bet I'm not. - Yes, you are. - Not. - Oh, God. Give me strength.
- I don't think I can be in the same room as you any more, Alex. - Why?
Because you're so angry you might do something?
This is mine, all this. Keats is about to bring it down around me
and you are trying to rip my guts out.
Well, I'm not going to let either of you weaken me any more.
You know, I've wanted to believe the best in you for so long.
And now...
- Now I just don't know what to think. - I'm going to level with you.
It's funny, but, er, yeah, I think I was trying to impress you.
But after last night, well, you're just...
You're just a hindrance.
If Jim Keats comes to see you, you tell me.
If you don't, I will consider it an act of war.
Did Sam commit an act of war?
The last thing Sam told me was that he was gagging for a pint.
I said, "Get one in for me an' all. "
No threats, no shouting, no violence.
Just two mates talking about the boozer.
That's the number but they're not picking up.
Guv, there's no reports of any jewel blags in the City.
What about the Croppers, the Bartholomew mob? Any of those dirty bastards?
Not a dickybird. Most of the tasty gangs are in stir.
- We've got our best snouts out. - Could be foreign.
Get onto Euro-Plod. Main switchboard's in Lions.
- Lyon. - Yes, thank you, Mrs Alan Wicker.
Let's get our garlic-munching friends to put their horse burgers
down and put tabs on who's active.
Guv, Rachel Miller, Flat B, number 47 Anton Close.
Good, go pay her a visit. Take Shaz with you.
This is what I like to see... the machine working.
- Oh, guv, DCI Keats says he's got something for you. - Oh, joy.
Lucky old me.
I'm heading off to Rachel Miller's. Are you ready, Shaz?
- Oh, yeah. - Oi. Fax through from Lyon.
There's only one Euro-bastard fits their profile. Eric Hooty-Hee.
- What's that? Swedish? - Eric Hoorsten. Gem smuggling. Amsterdam.
- He's Hollandaise, you twonk. - Dutch.
- You say Dutch. - "La known associates, Wally Timms. "
That's an AKA for Tavish.
- Best porn's on VHS. - Betamax. I'm a sucker for quality.
Well, you want to get yourself into CID and watch my team working as a unit.
You asked me for any old files from the Yard on gem smuggling.
- I got intel. - "Intel"?
There's posh.
Tell you what... you get "reconnoitre" into a sentence,
- I might buy you a fish supper. - Walter Tavish.
Once handled gems out of Sierra Leone. Fed through London and on into Europe.
What, so Tavish was fencing for a foreign gang,
then he switched his allegiance to the Hardymans,
who wanted to muscle in, but were killed for it.
Well, I've got myself a contact...
Rachel Miller. Something tells me she's going to be key.
That old Gene Hunt nous.
That's what wound up Sam Tyler... those grand hunches of yours.
- What's this? Your packed lunch? - My report.
On you.
Fascinating reading.
'And here comes Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II,
'by the grace of God, Queen of this realm and her other realms and territories. '
Guv, we've got a suspect.
Guv, did you hear me? We think the Hardymans were killed by a Dutch outfit.
- Am I invisible? - Had another tiff with the ma'am.
What, and their little moods dictate the way we do our jobs?
Sod 'em both. This is my investigation from now on.
Little bit busy at the minute, sir.
Perhaps you could look at these when you get a moment.
Not health and safety, are they?
Well, they concern those things.
Trust me... they're in your best interests.
Rachel?
Ray!
They were looking for something in the bins.
Rachel Miller was an air hostess with NetherFly Air.
Business hops from the London East Aerodrome to Holland.
According to her work diary, she was due out on a flight at 12 noon tomorrow.
And she's written in the top corner here "48-3B".
Hang on.
She's written the same thing on her kitchen calendar. Look.
"48-3B". She's circled it three times.
Think it's a flight number?
No. No, it doesn't match.
It's horrible.
All that's left of this poor girl.
Oh, Shaz.
Chuffin' hell... they're all 50s!
Works for a Dutch airline, knows Tavish and she's wadded up. She's the courier.
- If she's the courier but doesn't have the gems... - Tavish hid 'em
before Hoorsten got to him. So where are they now?
What about this other girl... the one Tavish mentioned before he died,
Vicky P? Maybe she knows.
"In The Air Tonight" by Phil Collins
♪ I can feel it
♪ Coming in the air tonight
♪ Oh, Lord
♪ And I've been waiting for this moment
♪ For all my life
♪ Oh, Lord. ♪
'Police believe the body... may be that of a police officer. '
Someone must have found it, pinned it on.
There's a body buried here, Gene.
It was on the news in my hospital room.
Please tell me it's not Sam.
Right, we can't let this one go cold on us, so chase all your snouts.
I want to hear every whisper on Hoorsten.
Anything on any grapevine anywhere. All right?
OK, Ray.
Chris, I've told you before.
I don't want to see a lady bearing both her bottoms whilst I'm working.
I'll move 'em later, Shaz. Turn 'em face down and you won't see any bottoms.
48-3B.
48, Hackney. 3B, Victoria Park.
Yeah, locals call it Vicky Park.
Vicky P.
Stop.
I said stop!
No!
It's him.
Keats was right about you, Gene, all this time.
And I believed in you.
More than that.
Skinny.
He was...
He was a skinny lad, needed fattening up.
It was Morrison said that.
His mentor,
PC Morrison.
Yeah, it was Coronation Day.
That was a funny one.
His first week on the beat.
But he had Morrison to guide him.
That was until somebody gave the old fella a nip of whisky
and before you know it, he's hokey cokeying with the locals.
Young bobby's suddenly on his own.
Someone broke in here.
He heard 'em.
Thought they were kids.
So he kicks the door open, you know, like John Wayne or Jimmy Stewart.
Bam... in he goes.
See, in here...
In here, he's not some snotty kid in a uniform.
Oh, no, he's Gary Cooper in High Noon. He's the law.
Only they weren't kids.
It was a man with a shotgun.
GUNSHOT
He didn't deserve a shallow grave, did he?
Did he, Alex?
No.
No, you didn't.
Why didn't you tell me?
All your swagger and your bullshit,
but in reality... - I forgot everything.
You know what?
I wish I still had.
Oh, that is beautiful.
Corny but, er,
very atmospheric.
So...
There we are. This boy in a man's uniform.
Head swimming with machismo and bravado and...
something else ending in O.
Oh, I can't think of another one. BANG!
It's over.
And you're here.
What is "here"?
Tell me.
Gene, is it, er... Is it...
coming back to you? Can you help the lady out? KEATS CHUCKLES
It's, er...
Somewhere where we go to sort ourselves...
Coppers.
You're talking about people who are...
People who...
You've got to admit... when you know the truth about him, it explains a lot.
Ego. An immature relationship with alcohol.
A curious uncertainty about the opposite sex.
Gradually, they came to you -
those who had issues with their passing,
and you tucked in their shirts and you wiped their noses.
Huh?
Sorting out the troubled souls of Her Majesty's Constabulary.
Ray, Chris, Shaz.
Oh, they've been here a long time, haven't they, eh? A lot of issues.
You touch them,
I will snap your neck like a Twiglet.
Oh, perfect.
A little bit of boyish defiance left in you. Magic.
This man has had them...
Has had them imprisoned in his fantasy.
And I've watched you help them lay their demons to rest, Alex.
Just the one thing they don't know is that, unlike you...
they're compromised.
Alex...
Sam.
Sam came back here after he threw himself off that building,
but he knew that it couldn't last.
Did you help them both on their way, Gene?
Did you?
Sam and Annie?
Well, I knew Sam had to go.
End of.
You helped Sam.
Do I mean nothing to you, Gene?
I only wanted to get back to my little girl.
That's all.
He doesn't want you home.
He wants you here with him.
No, I've fought so hard.
Oh, you have, yeah.
You've been amazing.
Listen, you have done all you can to get home.
There's just one last thing to accomplish, Alex.
Help me explain the truth to Ray, Chris and Shaz.
I'm doing this for Molly.
Because she can't be without me.
You placed your trust in the wrong person, is all.
Hunt will try to twist you around his finger one last time.
I promise you, before this is over,
he will try and trick you, and when that moment comes,
you will... know.
We're at Vicky Park, Ray.
There's a drinking fountain.
Yeah, that must be the jackpot.
He said "Vicky P" and "drinking".
Bloody hell!
"Club Tropicana" by Wham!
Oh, what a song!
I LOVE this car!
The others need to know the truth, Gene. They deserve the truth.
- Does it matter now? - Of course it matters,
because then I've accomplished what I was sent to do.
I think we should listen to this over and over again all the way home.
♪ There's enough for everyone. ♪
Thank you, sir.
Word is out. Hoorsten thinks the gems are being delivered to the airport
by the remains of the Hardyman gang.
They must be bricking it... doing everything to make him happy.
Hoorsten takes possession and we swing in like Tarzan.
Like lots of Tarzans in cars.
- Shaz, you up for this? - Yeah. Absolutely.
If we want to nail 'em proper, we got to get them taking possession.
It's a blinder. Well done, Ray.
Ray.
Yeah.
Who needs the guv, eh?
MILITARY MARCHING MUSIC PLAYS
I'm sorry, Dad.
HE HUMS THE THEME TO "The Professionals"
Very Lewis Collins, don't you think?
More like Joan Collins.
Yeah, very good. I knew you had a sense of humour somewhere.
Well, I was going to marry you, so I must have.
Still holding out for the real Lewis Collins, are you?
No. Who are you holding out for?
Ray, what resources do you need for the raid?
You need to see it.
GUNSHOTS ON TV >
'Skelton!
'We need back-up, sir! Why don't we wait?
'Don't ask stupid questions. Just do as you're told!
'Follow me. '
- She has to see it. - No! - What's going on?
- Give me that. - Shaz, I'm begging you. Please don't.
Give it to me!
"Wonderwall" by Oasis
'# There are many things that I
'♪ Would like to say to you... ♪
'Stop right there!
'Drop it.
'# Cos maybe
'# You're gonna be the one that saves me. #'
No!
All this time!
I felt so angry, so frustrated.
I know, Shaz.
I thought it was the job.
And it isn't fair! Get off me!
Leave me alone, Chris!
I haven't even had a life!
SINISTER LAUGHTER
Right. Before we go in, just one little thing.
No!
All up to speed on health and safety? Good.
So now you know you've all been denied the truth by HIM!
A skinny little kid.
Look at him.
Look at your guv.
HE ROARS
Yeah! Come on!
HE SHOUTS AND SCREAMS
You want to know the truth!
CRASHING
Isn't it beautiful?! HE CHUCKLES MANIACALLY
Woo-hoo!
Whoo!
Oh, come on!
You didn't think this was like a real police station, did you?
What... you that think that they actually work like this?
It's his game!
- He lied to you! - He didn't lie.
He didn't lie. He'd just forgotten.
- We just wanted to make him proud. - Don't you make him into a liar, Jim.
The guv says "jump" and you ask how high. I have done that before.
I have followed a man who told me to jump and I jumped into a bullet.
I...
I can't think. I can't think.
This isn't helping anybody.
This is just...
This is just sick gloating.
It's not fair. I'm 26 years old.
I want to see my mum.
Chris, I need to see my mum.
Shaz.
You can all still have that life. You're living one now, aren't you?
No, no, they're not. They're...
You breathe, you laugh, you love.
Oh, trust me, this is living. All the life you need.
- No. - I'm offering you life on YOUR terms.
Your dreams. Your way.
I have a whole new department waiting for you.
We can transfer you there right now,
where you will all get what you deserve.
What, Scotland Yard?
There is no Scotland Yard, Chris.
The important thing is that you're happy and fulfilled.
He oppresses you. I won't be on your backs.
- Bullying, belittling. - Get up.
And every night, the drinks are on me.
- Ray? - Get out!
You've still got something to give, haven't you?
You want to forget all that pain.
Your dad, the disappointment of a failed son.
Ray, what do you want to do?
- You can't... You can't just go, not like this. - Why not?
What is there here, boss? Ma'am?
I mean, look at it. Look at it, Alex.
Shazza, come on.
No. Not after everything.
Do you know why I put that rope around my neck?
After bottling the Army, I just...
I just fell into being a copper.
I took it out on a young lad who was only pissing up at the side of a pub.
But I ended up killing him.
And my DCI, who was not a million miles away from him...
...covered it up.
I'm not leaving him.
Not like this.
He's done.
Alex?
Go to hell.
All right.
"Holiday" by Madonna
DS Cleaves, DCs Janis and Michaels.
Or Robbie, Kate and Abbie if you prefer.
Cheers, Rob. Sir.
Looking good.
Hi, it's me.
Me.
Transferring three officers from Fenchurch East CID
on secondment to my department.
Which one's the blonde?
Abbie.
You'll get to know them in the clubhouse.
Friday nights are cocktail nights. Abbie gets off her face.
Dancing on the tables...
all sorts. - Lovely. RAY CHUCKLES
Yeah, I'm here.
Well, no worries, Dave. I'm hoping they'll be here for a while,
so let's shuffle the paperwork through on it, yeah?
I want them on Serious Crime.
They can handle it.
Cheers, ears. See you for a pint later, mate.
You know, when I first came here,
I can't tell you how scared I was.
Spent half my life studying psychosis and there I was...
thought I was as mad as a bag of bees.
- You looked good, though. - I was dressed as a prostitute. - My point.
And there was this car...
And those boots...
And you.
- Gene Hunt. - My real name is Nigel Perkins.
No, I'm joking. It's Gene Hunt.
You know, you're the most difficult...
stubborn...
obnoxious...
misogynistic and reckless human being I've ever met.
Come on. Surely you've missed one out.
And yet somehow, you make us all feel safe.
It's over, Bolly.
It's no use trying to cheer me up.
Just tell me.
What happened to Sam?
You said the last thing you did was go to the pub.
Why?
You don't need to put the word "why"
after the word "pub".
- Why? - Because that's what you do after a job.
You foil a blag, you go to the boozer.
But is that how it's meant to end, Gene?
According to this,
Ray's planned a raid at the London East aerodrome.
Eric Hoorsten.
They're planning to put Shaz in undercover,
arrest them in the act of receiving the gems.
That's very ambitious.
- Well done, Ray. - Why do you even care?
Because we're coppers. That's what we do.
- Have you got any better ideas? - Yes,
and it involves 18 pints, a dozen whisky chasers and a barmaid
with honkers like a pair of Wehrmacht Zeppelins. - Guv! - Don't call me that!
The flight's at 12.
High Noon.
Back-up.
Put Terry on the perimeter fence...
Terry?! Any idea how bad his eyesight is?
- They call him Mr Magoo behind his back. - All right... Bammo.
- Why don't you draw them in to the cargo hangar? - Cargo hangar.
Put Bammo and Cotsey on perimeter.
Keep 'em out of it till things start getting a bit tasty.
Keep the pandas well out of it. They can stay up on the apron road, which...
Oh, give over, woman.
Here, just west of the runway. This line of trees.
You won't see them from there. Useless bunch of Woodentops.
Why are we doing this, Bolly?
I've lost my bloody team.
No, they'll come. Chris took a radio.
They don't want to lose you, guv.
'DC Skelton, can you hear me? Please respond. '
- This may not be appropriate, ma'am. - Just throw it away, Chris.
Yeah, just ditch it, Chris.
Stand by, DC Skelton.
No, I can't.
- You can. - I can't.
This is your new life now. Come on, embrace it.
Chris.
'I've had a look at your investigation. It's bloody impressive.
'You're just missing one crucial element. Me.
Granger, I'm promoting you to DC, effective immediately.
Which is my way of saying, "Get your stocking chops back here pronto-tonto. "
We need that jewel switch.
'Otherwise a decent brief's going to have them Dutch boys
'clog-dancing their way out of court. '
Christopher, Raymondo,
'what is a sheriff without his finest deputies? I'll tell you... he's nothing.
I don't like being nothing. It's not attractive. I need you lads.
Throw that man away.
And when it's all over...
we'll go to the pub.
The boozer.
OUR boozer.
Ray?
- DI Carling! - Ray, without full back-up, the guv'll be exposed.
'Lift going down. '
Get in! SCREAMING FROM LOWER FLOOR
- What was that? - Nothing. Let's go!
'I know you won't let me down.
'You never have. '
Well, maybe once or twice, but, er,
mostly not.
See you in the field.
Chris, Hunt doesn't care about you.
Soon as you're back, he'll be treating you like shit.
Look what I'm offering you.
Ray, what are you thinking, mate?
Chris, I'm not sure about this.
Be smart.
Come on.
You're Gene Hunt.
You're their guv.
That's what I'm here for...
...if nothing else.
Thank you.
They'll be expecting a courier, guv.
DI Carling? DC Skelton?
I'm sorry, guv.
Are you all right, Shaz?
About wearing a dead woman's clothes?
Seems appropriate, ma'am.
Morning.
- Morning, guv. - Right, they're from Holland and they're nasty.
Apprehend with rampant prejudice. Seen the map?
- Yes, guv. - Know your positions? - Yes, guv.
- Are you armed bastards? - Yes, guv!
Right, gentlemen.
Saddle up.
"Beat It" by Michael Jackson
♪ Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it...
♪ Beat it, beat it. ♪
Hoorsten's just arrived.
'All units sit tight. '
'Standing by. '
It's nearly 12. Could have done with Ray and Chris here.
- They'll show. - No, they won't. We lost 'em to Keats, Bolly.
It's not going to happen.
All units stand by. Get ready for take-down.
Good day, gentlemen.
Hello, angel.
You have something for me?
Heel mooi.
I heard my friends in London would return these to me.
The Hardyman Boys.
Perhaps now, gentlemen, if you'd care to embark.
- After you, sweetness. - Of course.
I'll just get my flight bag.
- Who the hell are you?! - Get off.
Right.
Droppen ze shooters. Ich bin bloody nicked!
Don't move.
Maak ze af die smerissen!
Jesus!
"Chariots of Fire" by Vangelis
He's killed the Quattro.
He's bloody killed my Quattro.
Oi!
I'm arresting you for murdering my car, you dyke-digging toss-pot!
That's a take-down. Job done.
So what now, then, guv?
- Pub. - Pub.
Pub.
Oh, bugger.
But this isn't...
Nice to see you again, mon brave.
Beer still the same, Nelson?
Of course it is.
Never mind.
It can't be. It's...
Ray, stop acting the drippy Alice and get a round in
and get one in for me an' all.
- You keep him out of trouble, Detective Constable Granger. - Yes, guv.
- Not coming in, guv? - No, not right now.
Don't want a pint?
A red wine? Or a short?
Pint and a chaser? Crisps? Scratchings? Or both?
I mean, Nelson does Ringos.
I love you, Chris. Not Lewis Collins.
You. I'll always love you, forever and a day. You got that?
Fab.
Coming, Ray?
You are and always will be...
the guv.
Danger of getting poofy, Raymondo.
Sorry, guv.
See you in a minute, boss... Er, ma'am.
Come on. Come on through.
I just put on a fresh barrel.
- Spoof you for the second round. - I'm not spoofing.
Spoofing? What, is that like spooning?
I love this pub and I'm not taking a plonk in if she's going to spoil it.
Don't panic, Ray. I ain't going to be no gooseberry.
Blimey, I'm amazed you two never tied the knot.
- It's legal in Holland. - Can we talk about something else, like...
women or snooker? Football?
- Come on. - Crisps?
Any kind of pub talk.
Now you're talking.
All right. What you having?
So, that's it.
I help bring them here with you.
It's over.
I've done it. I can go home, Gene.
Gene.
I'm lying in a hospital bed!
Come here, Bols.
No, it isn't true!
Of course it's not true. >
He wants you to give up on your life.
I told you he'd trick you.
Here, Alex.
It's Molly's.
It's hers!
She's waiting for you.
I can take you to her, Alex.
What time is it?
What?
- What time is it? Show me your watch. - No. No. It's broken.
It's 9.06.
It's always 9.06.
- That was the time in my hospital room. - Alex...
- That was the time. - No, look...
- That was the time. - Look, Alex, I...
Hello, Jimbo.
Goodbye, Jimbo.
HE GRUNTS AND GROANS IN PAIN
My baby.
I know, I know, I know.
Way of the world, Alex.
She'll be fine.
All right.
Listen...
Listen to me...
I can stay here... with you.
You can't do this on your own. You need me, Gene. I can't... I can't go in there!
Yes, you can.
They've got a saloon bar.
Can't have you putting me off my stride, can I?
I'll end up wondering if I'm not completely right all the time.
We can't have that.
Weren't bad, though, were we?
Here.
See you round, Bolly-Kecks.
Goodbye, guv.
Go.
♪ Is there life on Mars? ♪
KEATS GRUNTS
KEATS CHUCKLES
All alone.
No-one to care.
Ahh...
diddums.
HE CHUCKLES >
HE GROWLS LIKE AN ANIMAL
♪ We'll meet again
♪ Don't know where
♪ Don't know when. ♪
All alone, Gene.
See ya. Wouldn't wanna be ya.
HE CHUCKLES
♪ Is there life on Mars? ♪
What the hell is this? >
Where's my office? >
One of you jokers give me back my iPhone. Now! >
Who the hell do you think you are? This is my office.
Right here. Where's my office?
One of you morons say something!
WHERE'S MY OFFICE?!
A word in your shell-like, pal.
♪ We can be heroes
♪ Just for one day
♪ We can be heroes
♪ We can be heroes. ♪
Corrected by Lauta
So, it was all sorted out in the end, and no bones broken, luckily.
Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to knock off.
I'm beginning to fancy my supper.
See you next week. Ta-ta.
HE WHISTLES "Maybe It's Because I'm a Londoner"
♪ We can be heroes. ♪