This is your past, Gene.
All your grubby little secrets in malpractice is waiting to be uncovered.
The closer you get to him the less you know.
Whatever you think it is you're looking for, forget it.
I won't stand by and have him drag this place down.
I think I'm being haunted.
- Metaphorically or...? - No, literally.
If ever the police offer you the chance to move on from here
and be your own man, don't baulk at it.
Turning them all against me, how exciting.
Oh, I don't have to mate, the scales are falling from their eyes.
Agh!
What did you say to him?
I told him the truth that City are going to cane United next season.
Do we need to talk?
BANGING
EERIE WHISTLING
EXCITED VOICES PHONES RING
I'm not asking, I'm telling! All leave is cancelled.
Why?! Turn on your bloody television!
'Bricks and ordinance have been raining down for the past three hours. '
'We've seen inmates on the roof and peering out of broken windows... '
The monkeys have taken over the zoo.
Took our roofer a fortnight to clear the same amount of tiles.
Is that Strangeways? That wasn't '83.
How dare you cast aspersions over decent Salford lags?
This is Her Majesty's Fenchurch.
Feral, Cockney scum rampaging in their own backyard.
Uniform have got their tails up for this one. Spot of convict whacking.
- Happy days, eh, Gene? - Oh, I'm misty-eyed, Jimbo!
Oh, I bet you are, shame you can't get out there and join 'em.
Our concerns are for the whereabouts of a prisoner
who legged it during all this bloody chaos.
- How did the riot start? - They took jellied eels off the menu.
Ten of them jumped a patrol at exercise.
The guards reacted with the speed of a spastic tortoise.
By which time the whole of D wing was let loose.
D wing doesn't house juveniles, I take it?
No. The scum de la scum.
You name it, they've raped it, robbed it, killed it.
Guv, can I have a word?
Viv, how many units going into the prison?
Six from Fenchurch, Sir.
- Good luck with that. - I really need to have a word with you, Guv.
See, there's something...
that, um...
Come on spit it out, Skip.
Only just remember when you're stood there with your bat in hand,
think of us poor buggers stuck in this bloody office.
If I had my way, every single turd in that prison
would be flushed down the toilet never to re-surface.
- Look I just... - What can you do?
Anyway, back to your escaped prisoner.
Sorry, Viv, missed your chance.
You got a description, Chris?
- Yeah, he was white, five foot seven, slim build. - Slim?
Sounds like a ponce. Right, well, you won't be needing me for this one, eh?
- Well, where are you going? - Met refresher course, Bolly.
It's the noble art of scumbag suppression.
You can't just go walking in there.
It's not a free for all, is it? There are rules, regulations.
It's next door. I'll be back in five.
I wouldn't bother, Ma'am. Once he's got the taste for blood.
Come on, Skip. See you later, girls.
There he goes.
Braveheart in Paco Robanne.
MUSIC: "Sunday Bloody Sunday" by U2
Go, go, go! Move!
SHOUTING
Guv.
- Guv, you need to listen! - No time for chat, Skip!
It's playtime.
SHOUTING
Yeah, come on!
Lend us your radio, sounds like fun.
It's not entertainment, Chris.
- No. No. Of course not. - 'Moving in. '
'Hunt's leading the charge, over. '
Moving forward approaching stairs, over.
'We're surrounded, over. '
'They're overpowering us, retreat, all back! '
I need medical assistance. We just walked into a bloody ambush!
Enjoy that, did ya? Feel good, did it?
Do you feel free now?
Where's Viv? Viv?
Viv, are you receiving, over?
Skip, where are ya?!
- We've been left a present. Let's have him up. - Come here.
- Strip him down. - There's a man still in there. Now whose covering for him?
Rule number one, you never leave a man behind.
- I'm going in there! - You can't do that!
Get off me, you bastards!
Get off me!
Bastards!
My name is Alex Drake.
I was shot and found myself in 1983.
Is it real? Or in my mind?
Either way, I have to solve the mystery of
what all this means and fight to get home.
Because time... is running out.
OK, this is now a hostage situation.
We need to find out everything we possibly can
about the prisoners holding Viv.
- These are the D wing files, Ma'am. - Thank you, Shaz.
- Right, let's identify the ring leader. - His name's Jason Sacks.
Bloody hell, Guv, are you all right?
Police Constable Michael Stirling disturbed him trying to rob a garage.
Sacks cut the tendons in his legs and burnt the place down.
He was 23 years old.
Jason Sacks. 54. Electrician.
Currently serving the 19th year of a life sentence.
This tattoo he has on his face, he had that done just before his trial.
As his tribute to the family. He's a nice man.
That's who Viv's in with? Oh, God.
It's all right, Shaz, we're going to get him out.
Perhaps it wasn't a wise call to take charge of the attack?
Are you saying this is my fault?
There was an existing unit leader who had been
fully briefed and you deposed him because, what,
you fancied a punch-up?
Right, we're going to set an incident room up in the prison.
Governors have made a wardens office available.
We'll split operations between here and there. Viv is one of us.
We won't let him down. Not on my watch.
We're going to get him out of there.
This is no time for a kick-around, Bolly.
It's Viv's. His beloved West Ham.
So you're playing the old straight bat now?
Might be a bit late for that, mate.
I'm not playing, Jim. Not any more.
WHISTLING
We have this office while the prison wardens try and secure other wings
so we need to establish contact as soon as possible.
- Did they make any demands while you were in there? - No.
They were too busy heaving half the prison into our faces.
Shaz, how many functioning lines are going into D wing?
Three, Ma'am. I've been calling, but nothing.
Any word on that escaped prisoner?
- I'll put a call in. - What about kitchens or laundry?
Try them. Maybe there's a prisoner who doesn't want to play.
The CCTV is up and running, Guv. You'll want to see this.
- Can they hear us? - Oi, Scrote. You are being watched by Mr DI Ray Carling.
You might wanna do this.
Come here.
Listen to me, you shit-stick.
This is DCI Gene Hunt and I am now taking
charge of D wing at her Majesty's pleasure.
You so much as lay a finger on my colleague I swear
to God I will come in there and rip your heart out. Do you understand me?
That kind of talk is just going to agitate and encourage them.
- I'm negotiating! - What, like Hiroshima was negotiated?
What's he doing now?
What's that?
Oh, shit, he's got a gun.
Who gave him a gun?
SHOUTING
Is one copper enough to be a legend, Viv? What do you reckon?
Cos I gotta be a legend.
Have to leave something for people to remember you by.
Is he out? Did he get away?
I think hand on heart people think, "Yeah, one copper's good, but lucky. "
Three coppers?
Or even four.
That's historic!
Oh, God! No!
Just tell me, please.
Change of plan, Viv.
GUNSHOT
- Right, listen, we need to regroup and get straight back in there now. - No.
No. He's show-boating. Just let me talk to him. I can calm things down.
You don't talk to vermin like that, Drake. You put them down!
Jason? My name is Alex Drake.
'I'm a police officer and I'm trained in conflict negotiation. '
'This goes at your own speed, in your own time. '
'If there's anything that you'd like to say, this is your forum. '
Do you understand?
'Thank you for listening,' Jason.
If there is anything you need, please just let us know.
Do you know what, I think he means it.
Do you understand?
I think Gene blames himself for this.
Wouldn't be the first time he's been cavalier with an officer's safety.
Guv, had a tip-off about this escaped prisoner, Paul Thordy.
Who's Paul Thordy?
Right. Yes? Hello? What?
Who's Paul Thordy?
Con-man.
And you had to come out here to discuss that, did you?
Do you have a location for him?
- He's been spotted near a B&B in Croydon. - Go and pull him in.
- Right, Guv. - Shouldn't uniform be doing that? We've got a siege here.
We've got a stand off, we need all our resources.
Shouldn't we have told her?
If she finds out who he is, she'll go nuts.
Here we go.
So you thought you could run away from the old team, did you?
POP MUSIC PLAYS
Well, when the sheet hits the man.
WHISTLING
Something's not right, Ma'am. I've been through all Jason Sacks' reports.
His behaviour's been excellent. No fights, no solitary.
Maybe he's been biding his time.
I'm forever blowing bubbles.
- What? - West Ham's anthem.
That's Viv's ball.
What's going through his head?
He'll know he can rely on us, his friends.
- Like you? - Now isn't the right time for this.
Now is exactly the right time.
Look at you... In here, isolated.
What's Gene done? What do you know?
He's covered things up.
What things?
Tell me.
You ever stared at something so long the rest of your vision goes black?
- What? - It's how nuns see the Virgin Mary move.
Is it real? Or a trick of the mind brought on by blind devotion?
Stop avoiding the inevitable and tell me.
Make it real.
I need evidence. I can't rely...
This man... this man is relying on us to do the right thing.
Our escaped prisoner, Paul Thordy, turns out he shared a cell with Jason Sacks.
Somebody seems to have tried to cover it up.
You think his escape and the riots are connected?
No, I just spent an age scouring those files for my own mindless entertainment.
'Guv, we've got Thordy. Over. '
Right, I'll meet you back at base, Ray.
- I'll come with you. - No, no, you're going to stay here and watch those.
And him.
Head back to the station. Find out what you need, Alex.
Now.
Before it's too late.
What about Viv?
I'll let you know if anything happens here.
VIV PRAYS
Get him up, we've got unfinished business.
Bring him.
What you doing here?
Where's DCI Hunt?
Guv, what are you doing? Guv, stop!
Planned this together, didn't you, Thordy?
I know you shared a cell with him. Now I've got a good man in there.
What does Sacks want?
I want to float amongst the stars.
The only thing you're going to be floating in is your own shit.
Stop him!
Guv, he won't give you anything. He's a bullshitter. He always has been.
You're gonna talk, Thordy, you're gonna bloody talk!
Chris, get the doctor.
Let me die.
- Let me go. - It's all right.
You know, three years I've known you.
And not once in those three years have I come this close to hating you.
You made a bloody good show of it.
What you did to that man in there was akin to torture.
- That was just a tickle. - You've done worse, have you?
You know what, don't answer that. Because I know that you have.
You are becoming a stranger.
Is that right? What are you doing here then?
Didn't your mother warn you about strangers?
I know things, things about you. Things about Sam Tyler.
Viv is being held hostage in there by some
nutter and you keep banging on about Tyler?
What are you trying to prove, Bolly?
I'm not sorry that I beat that bastard up in there, he's a convict.
He should be in prison and not on the run.
And Viv should be in front of that desk.
There is something wrong with the world when he's not.
Now there's a hell of a lot at stake tonight, Bolly.
- Well, I hope you've got a heart in there. - I've got two.
Mine and some toerag's I ate earlier.
You still got that football?
Yeah.
I hate West Ham. But tonight we're all Hammers fans, right?
Ray, I need to talk to you.
Now is not the time, Shaz.
- Tell me. I heard Chris teasing you about seeing stars. - It were nothing.
Just say it.
Yeah, all right, I saw something.
Stars.
Stars and blackness? Like space?
Yeah.
Or like...
dots of light, you know,
like just before you blackout.
Look, I'd probably just had one too many at Luigi's. It's no big deal.
- Ma'am. - Is everything all right?
Yeah.
What's going on?
Kinnock and Wurzel Gummidge.
Who'd win in a break-dancing competition?
Is Wurzel allowed to put his break-dancing head on?
The Guv said you should all get off home, get some rest.
KNOCK AT DOOR - Night, Ma'am. - Night.
I might just make a few more calls.
I'll just get an update from the prison services. Then I'll be off.
POP MUSIC PLAYS
'Guv, what are you doing?'
WHISTLING
'Guv, stop!'
VIOLENT BANGING
What?
What are you trying to tell me?
I don't want to be here any more.
Please just show me what I'm supposed to do!
Just thought I had to check.
Didn't want him getting any more "energetic" visits from the police.
No. I just wanted to spend a bit of time with him. Is that all right?
Be my guest.
I knew you'd come. You've got to help me.
No, no, you've got to help me. Our friend is in danger.
- Is there anything you could tell me that could help? - Yes.
Well, tell me.
It's not funny.
It's hard not to laugh when you know the truth.
None of this is real.
Sacks isn't relevant.
The riot isn't relevant.
It's only us that matters, Alex.
Who are you? My name is Sam Tyler.
- I had an accident and I woke up in 1973. - No, no!
Am I mad, in a coma, or back in...?
Wake up, Sergeant.
Today's the day I become immortal
and the day you die.
'You're going to talk, Thordy.
'Find out what you need, Alex, before it's too late. '
- What are you trying to tell me? - My name is Sam Tyler.
Ma'am. Ma'am. Ma'am!
Oh shit! Sorry, I'm putting the kettle on.
Do you get the dizzy spells a lot?
They happened more and more to me too. As I got closer.
What about the visions? Do they disturb you?
I'm Sam Tyler, Alex.
So you've had a face transplant, have you?
Well, you'll know that you can do that in the future.
- All things are possible. - Bullshit!
You are a fantasist!
"Delusions. Borderline personality disorder.
"Schizophrenic episodes. " It's all here in your file.
And of course you're a con-man, aren't you, by trade.
Talk about chuck the kitchen sink in, eh?
Doesn't that strike you as Gene Hunt fit-up overkill?
I don't think he wants you to believe me.
You talking about me, Thordy? Thought I felt my ears burning.
There's been a development. I'm addressing the troops.
Do you want to get out of here?
I know the answer!
I know, Alex!
I know the answers, Alex!
I had a call earlier from the evening paper.
Sacks wants to talk to the press.
- Paul Thordy was Sam's last arrest. - What?
Any word on Viv, Guv?
He's been moved.
- We can no longer see him on CCTV. - Please feel free to butt in, Jim.
A week before the accident, he was Sam's last collar. Why did nobody tell me this?
DI Drake? Anything else you want to share with the class?
Requesting the press represents a desire to legitimise their actions.
It's the Hangover Syndrome.
Answer, yes, it bloody is. Course they're going to get the press.
But I'm going to go in there amongst them.
Don't be ridiculous, they've seen you.
They've not seen me. Or Chris.
- They might've clocked me a while back. - An undercover operation is risky.
And it's not a risk we should take at the moment.
Bollocks, they're going for the sympathy vote, like the bloody Paddies in the Maze.
The place is chocka.
It was built to hold 500. There's nearly 2,000 in there.
Four to a cell, 23 hour lock-ups, a bucket for a toilet.
Boo-hoo. If you don't like prison,
don't go around beating up old men nicking their war medals!
If somebody is angry, mocking them doesn't help.
Do you know I've got more important things to do than argue with you.
- Excuse me, I haven't finished. - Really? Well, I have.
We've updates from prison services.
If anyone else isn't interested in hearing them,
feel free to accompany your DCI.
BELL RINGS
That's the cell alarm.
Sit him up, come on, head between the legs.
- What happened? - Jesus wanted him for a sunbeam.
- What are you doing here? - I work here.
- No, here, now. In this cell? - I was helping him.
Once he's been seen get him up to interview room three, please.
I need to talk to him.
You're coming back to the prison with us, Bolly.
He was Sack's cellmate. He might have information.
I know you're still obsessed, but that man is not Sam Tyler.
He's a confidence trickster.
You don't listen to him, you don't talk to him.
Viv is our focus, our colleague.
Do you hear me, Bolly?
The good ship Fenchurch is listing, Gene.
That crack in the hull is only gonna get wider.
What now?
Now? I'm going to show you something.
What's this, your memoirs?
A list of visitors to the prison over the past year.
Good solid police work. Have a sticker.
Your name's in there.
You chaired a number of meetings between prisoners reps and the authorities.
I sat in on some sessions.
- Make any friends? - I can't say I did. My reputation precedes me.
- Come on, Jim. - They wanted an independent point of view.
I was happy to make myself available. This isn't helping the situation.
But negotiations broke down after a week.
You're suggesting I had something to do with this?
You had background information that you chose not to tell me.
Do you want me to take over?
Look at you.
- Lost at sea. - Well, I'm either on a leaky ship or floating in the ocean.
- Make up your bloody mind! - I think I'll go for the drowning analogy.
Flailing at the passing flotsam, any paranoid notion,
just to give yourself a few more moments.
I've got a man stuck in there.
Let yourself go under, Hunt.
The thing you gotta know about me, Jimbo...
...I float.
Yesterday you said you had information
that could help save our colleague. Was that true, Paul?
I'm not Paul. I'm Sam.
You cannot be Sam Tyler. Sam Tyler arrested you.
- They let Thordy off and put me in his place. - Why?
Because I discovered the truth.
I'm rotting away for someone else's crime.
It's not the first time I've heard a convict say that.
Do you have my tooth?
False. They all are.
Rules out dental record identification. And see these?
Obliterated fingerprints. Crude, but effective.
I'm unidentifiable.
There's nothing to prove I'm Paul Thordy.
- Do you have information on the riot? Yes or no? - I know everything.
Right, well let's start with the motives, shall we? Think back.
My thoughts don't go back. They go forward to 2005, the year I died.
Really? Well, can you tell me East 17's Christmas number one in 1994?
I know the secret, and you're playing parlour games?
I'd hoped you'd be better than that.
I'll make it easy for you. A, Gangsta's Paradise,
B, Stay Another Day, or C, Ooh Ah Just a Little Bit?
A, B or C?
No? Well, there we are, that blows your little game out of the water, doesn't it?
Don't mock me.
You forget, Alex!
That's what happens to you here, you forget.
HELICOPTER PASSES OVERHEAD
Ray, Chris.
Right, listen up. I propose we bury you in amongst the journalists.
Have a listen, take pictures, judge the mood, you in?
- I'm in. - I'm in.
There you go. Right, let's get you changed, come on.
You shared a cell with Sacks for eight months.
How did he seem to you during that time?
If you let me out, I'll show it to you. I'll share the secret.
Did he ever discuss any plans to cause a disturbance?
- Why aren't you listening to me? - Did he have any visitors?
Any special relationships with any of the guards?
Don't you want to know the secret?
I'll tell you!
Well, you tell me and I will let you out of here.
- I can't. - Why?
Because when you know, everything you thought you knew
will evaporate in a heartbeat.
I found the answer, Alex,
and I was taken out of the game.
We have an officer in that prison!
He's not real! Let him die!
Give me something on Sacks, prove to me that you are not
one big bullshitter, and I swear I will help you.
OK.
The hostage is not a hostage.
What?
Your man, Viv, he's in on it.
He brought the gun in.
- That is a lie. - He has a cousin in C wing.
Viv adores his cousin.
Carl tried to hang himself... twice. See?
Carl told Sacks he could get him what he wanted if he helped him out.
- Helped him out? - Sacks promised to get one of his lifer mates
to put his hands up to Carl's crime if Uncle Viv brought in a gun.
The riot isn't political.
It's a cover.
- For what? - All I'll say is,
do not let any more of your men go in there.
A very bad thing will happen.
ENGAGED TONE
You, over there.
You and you.
Over there.
It's not a protest. It's a set up!
What are you talking about now?
Viv's in on it. He's bait.
What? Guv!
Where are Chris and Ray?
What's your name?
Ray Dunstable, chief photographer.
Chris Sawyer, Evening Echo.
Sure you're not old bill?
- No. - Cos I got a distinct whiff of pig shit when you walked in here.
Look, I hate the police.
- You would say that. - They always stop you
getting a good story. Keeping you back, you know.
Old Spice.
Fags.
And loneliness.
I suppose you could be a journalist. Over there.
Talc.
Fear.
And spunk?
You and your bum-chum have some fun on the way here, did you?
- No. - What's that smell then?
Could be brie. I had a ploughman's before we came in.
HE LAUGHS
Over there.
Check him out, Lucas.
- No, Viv is not a wrong 'un. I won't have it. - He didn't want to go in.
He wanted to talk to you. Maybe he was going to confess.
This is all on the say so of Thordy.
I told you not to listen to that lying bastard!
How does he know so much about us?
- Why's he pretending to be Sam Tyler? I don't get it. - Just leave it!
- I want to know. - You two have serious communication issues.
Would you give me a minute with my inspector please, Jimbo?
Certainly.
WHISTLING
Thordy is playing games with us, Bolly, he's trying to get inside our heads.
They kill coppers because it gives them kudos.
We need to get this into perspective, Bolly.
Viv is one of us. He's down the line.
- What's that? - Viv conducted an audit yesterday.
One gun was signed out in the name of Chris Skelton.
That is not Chris's signature?
The other lads have demands. I don't. I just have a job of work.
Do you know what that job is? Seeing as many coppers die as possible.
Now, I know there's pigs amongst you.
They ain't going to send you lot in here without one or two spies.
All I got to do...
is work out who.
You know what I've got in here?
I've got me a pig detecting machine.
Go on, have a look.
Knock yourself out.
Bastards!
SHOUTING AND PUNCHING
TAPE RECORDER: You lot have taken the piss one too many times
and now we are fighting back.
We have three of your men. Say your names.
DI Ray Carling. DC Chris Skelton.
Sergeant Viv James.
You sent these men in to attack us and to con us.
So let the record show that whatever happens from now on
is in your hands, Fenchurch.
Our demands are as follows. Number one,
immunity from prosecution for all inmates involved in the protest.
Number two, an assurance of no reprisals from screws when this is over.
I need to step in now, Gene.
This is Commander Grey, Special Forces.
We've had authorisation from the Home Office to prepare a raid.
We'll need your desk.
You don't mind, do you?
You sent them in there!
That bastard's right. It's on your hands!
Oh, DCI Hunt? Do you have a... an acceptable level of collateral damage?
We can't guarantee everybody's safety.
Not a hair on their heads.
- Shall we have another go at them? - No. Let's just wait.
The Guv will be working on something.
What if they can't get to us? We can't just sit here waiting to be offed.
Look, his gun's there in his pocket.
- If you distract him... - I know that gun.
Look, the chip in the handle.
That's the gun I always sign out!
How's he got my bloody gun?
Oh dear, Viv. Looks like the secret's out.
My mucker Viv brought it in for me during the raid.
Only I decided not to hold up my end of the bargain.
- Never trust a villain, Viv. - What about Carl? - Still in C wing.
Once we're finished here, I'm going to smash
my way in there and tell him all about it.
Sacks said he'd get him out.
He'd never have made it to trial.
I had his mum on the phone for hours,
all night, breaking her heart. He was a good kid.
Cracking little footballer.
West Ham were interested...
...until he got nicked.
- I can't believe this. - Not you, Skip. Not you. - Why not me?!
Uncle Viv! I made everything right from the day he was born!
If not me, then who?
Say something.
We put our lives on the line for you.
Well, you know what,
I hope he shoots you first.
- Ray! - I mean it. You're dead to me.
You're a disgrace to the uniform.
Ray.
Go to hell.
Are you just going to let Keats get on with it, Guv?
No. I can get more done without him, Bols.
Jim's playing soldiers.
As far as I'm concerned let him. We've got a case to crack.
Sacks is issuing political demands on behalf of his brethren.
Tell me, as a boffin of the noggin, is that what psychos do?
No. Altruistic traits are anathema to sociopaths.
Blimey, try saying that with a mouthful of Bakewell.
So his aim is still the same, to kill as many of my men as possible.
And become a legend. Yes.
You know something else is going on here.
Thordy's not telling us the whole story.
- I think we need to have a little word. - Guv.
What?
It has to be played right with Thordy.
You need to do as I tell you.
Is that an order?
Anybody would think you didn't trust me, Drake.
I want a whole cage rigged, all the way round, all right?
Stay there.
Ray?
If I don't make it out of here...
...can you give Shaz a message?
Can you tell her...
Can you tell her I love her?
You've been a good pal to me.
I don't know how to say this without sounding like a twat.
Go on.
If you don't get out of here...
...can I have your mug? Cos mine's knackered.
You asked me for something.
I gave it to you. Now you're back asking for more.
- What do I get? - What do you want? - Let me walk out.
- I can't do that. I'll be arrested. - You're not letting yourself fly.
When Sacks was hurting you, did you float amongst the stars?
I looked at the walls and I saw them separating,
fracturing, moving away like a jigsaw.
They're coping techniques.
I'm Sam Tyler!
SHOUTING AND GROANING
Agh! Skip!
Come here!
SCREAMING IN AGONY
Look at him. He still loves him.
He's gonna bleed to death if you don't get him any help!
Don't worry about your friends. It will all evaporate, if you let me free.
What about me, Thordy? I doubt I evaporate that easily.
Gene! Here we are. Look at this.
The Three Musketeers. Gene, Alex and Sam. Who's got a camera?
Guv! What did I say to you?
You'd better start telling us the whole story.
- Kill me. I want to die. - Do you?
Or do you just want to be somebody for five seconds?
You're a fake and I'm growing tired of this act.
Now you've been tugging on my mighty manhood too long, Thordy.
You start talking or I swear to God I will snap your neck.
Your men are going to die, Gene,
- but Sacks will still walk free in a few years. - How is that possible?
He won't be carrying out their executions.
- Who will? - The good guys. It's all very clever.
- All set. - Yeah.
BANG!
- You tell me! - Get off him!
I'm trying to get my men out of there. I never said I was perfect.
You are far from perfect, you are rotten.
It's true those closest to the rot are last to smell the stench.
I'm not the one making the stench. I bathe in Matey!
The stench is coming from this little toerag here!
You swear to me you're who you say you are.
- I swear. - And if I let you go,
- all the answers will become apparent? - The answers. Yes.
Capital punishment returns to our shores.
And it will be your own men throwing the switch that fries ya!
- Paul Thordy's possessions, please. - Ma'am.
Right, there's a blue Dolomite outside.
There should be enough money in it to get you out of here.
Right. You have to sign there.
What is it? What's the answer?
It's...
There's a tin box.
The answer's in there.
Good luck, Alex.
ROWDY SHOUTING AND JEERING
We all done?
Sights I've always dreamt of seeing.
Out!
Do you really think DI Drake would fall for your old fanny?
You see the thing is, Thordy,
good coppers stick together.
You should know that by now.
Guv, the prison, now!
You can't trust him, Alex.
Sacks has electrified the place. He knows it's going to be stormed.
He's set up trip wires.
If anyone goes in, Chris, Ray and Viv will be electrocuted.
Thordy was right. The good guys are going to kill them.
JEERING
HEAVY FOOTSTEPS
Sounds like the execution squad.
- Jim, don't go in! - Ready to go, sir.
The cavalry is coming, boys.
JEERING
Let's go and get ready for 'em! Come on!
STATIC
ALARM RINGS
CONTAINED EXPLOSION
SHOUTING
- Where's Viv? - Sacks took him. Sorry, Ma'am. - It's all right, Chris.
Viv!
Where are you, Skip?
Skip, is that you?
Don't tell her.
Don't tell my mum.
- Don't tell her what? - Don't tell her that I was scared.
You're not scared, Viv. You're a brave man.
Don't tell Mum... that I was scared.
You've got the heart of a lion. Do you hear me?
BANGING
GUNSHOT
HE GROWLS
- Where is he? - My place has been assured.
I am a legend.
Immortal.
WHISTLING
WHIMPERING
VIV GASPS
♪ And like my dreams they fade and die... ♪
VIV GURGLES
VIV GASPS
Sshh.
VIV GASPS WEAKLY
Viv!
- Viv! - I just got here.
- I think he's gone. - I'll take him.
- It's too late, Gene. - I'll take him!
Come on, Skip, stay with me!
- What are you trying to achieve? - Shut it!
Viv!
He was defending this wing. Alone. To the death.
So we put aside past mistakes, you understand.
He's a hero.
How many more must die before you put the truth out, Alex?
SHE CRIES
How do I help you?
Please.
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The time has come, Alex. Do what you were put here to do.
- Get me Gene Hunt. - It's not that easy is it, sir?
- Actually, it is. - I've just lost one of my finest.
Now I'm left with officers like you, Skelton.
I'm having dinner this evening with DCI Hunt.
Hopefully, I'll find out the truth then.
I didn't join the police force, Guv, to be party to state murder.
Don't talk back to me, you useless piece of shit!
You don't make decisions, you don't have an opinion.
Do you understand me?
I do understand you, Guv, but I don't happen to agree with you.
This is the ship you run, Hunt. No discipline, no loyalty, no clue!
- My report is almost done. - You'll be sodding off then. - What does it say?
That's for me to know and you to read.
He's got nothing, couple of unpaid parking tickets.
There's an elephant in the room.
- Let's get it out of the way, eh? - Did you or did you not kill Sam Tyler?