Walter

TRAINS RUMBLE

OVER TANNOY: 'Ladies and gentlemen,

'the service is operating on both lines.

'Thank you.'

PEOPLE SCREAM

Walter, where have you been?

You just missed the new boss's first briefing.

He wants to see you, right now. He's well stressed.

Stressed? He'll learn. Have you seen Anne?

Yeah, of course.

I mean this morning, Mark?

Oh. Right. No.

There she is.

Oh.

-What are you staring at?

-Look at the state of you.

What state?

You've got some...

Anne, we're late. Come on, we've got to meet our baby-faced leader.

First impressions and all that.

Yeah.

Thanks, DI Gambon. DC Hopkins.

The death of a serving police officer throws up all

sorts of issues.

Detective Romney was an exemplary officer

heading into the twilight of a distinguished career.

Initial enquiries into his untimely death have deemed it

-non-suspicious.

-Hmm.

As one of our most senior officers here, Gambon, I've chosen you

to take on Romney's existing caseload.

Sir, I am very busy at the moment...

We're all busy, Gambon. This is the modern police force.

Perhaps if you had made it to the briefing on time

we could have discussed it.

But you didn't.

DC Hopkins here can help.

Oh... Coffee.

You knew Rick Romney, I take it?

Dick. Dick Romney.

I had never actually worked with him, sir, but, yes, I knew him.

Yes. And you, Hopkins?

I met him once, I think, sir. He seemed nice.

-Nice?

-Mm.

-That is a meaningless and unhelpful statement.

Very nice?

He was running an investigation into a drugs gang in south London.

He had an undercover officer embedded in the gang.

Is that how he got the drugs last week, sir?

Yes. It's all here in the file.

He arrested the dealer through information

gathered from his undercover officer.

-So...?

-So...

Rick... err Dick...

Dick was the only one who had contact with the undercover

and there is no record of the officer's name in the file.

And so you need to make contact with our man in the buyers' gang.

But we don't know who it is?

No.

Or how to contact him, sir?

No.

Yes. All right, we've lost him. We don't know where he is.

Our undercover officer is so deep undercover we can't find him. Satisfied?

Look, someone must know who he is.

Well, the previous Chief, Superintendent Creswell,

-he would know.

-Yes, but as you are well aware, he has just retired

and is, for some reason, uncontactable.

Caving in the Basque country.

-What?

-Oh, a mad caver was old Creswell.

He said he was going to spend most of his retirement down wet holes.

Wet holes? Well...

We will speak to him as soon as he surfaces, I'm sure.

So nobody above ground knows what's going on, sir?

Watch your tone, Gambon.

Find out who our undercover officer is

or they could be in a lot of trouble.

It's nothing short of a disgrace.

Start with the dealer who got busted with the drugs on him,

Dimitri...

Ah... Greek something.

Ask Romney's colleagues if they know anything. Ask his friends.

-Ask Romney's widow. Did he have a wife?

-Yes, sir.

Well, maybe he told her.

You're married. Would you tell your wife?

Perhaps you should get that file updated, sir.

I'm telling you, love, you couldn't make it up.

We've got a policeman so deep undercover nobody can contact him.

The old Chief Super is down a cave in Spain,

totally incommunicado, which means the only person who had any

contact with the undercover was Dick,

and he falls underneath a train.

Sounds like a strange coincidence.

But how many times have you told me, Dad,

-there are no coincidences in the world of the police.

-Mm-hmm.

Yet knowing what I know, ie - the police force is full of morons...

Careful.

There must be someone else who knows who the undercover policeman is.

Trust me. They always do, they always will.

Nobody knows anything. I put a detective in charge,

make a chance remark about his wife only to find out later

that she tragically died last year, leaving him as a single father.

All this in my first week.

One senior officer dead, and one undercover officer gone missing.

I may not be the youngest Chief Superintendent ever,

but I am certainly looking the most incompetent.

Oh, dear, poor you.

Here.

According to London Transport statistics for last year,

there were 37 deaths on the Tube.

19 suicides - "jumpers" I think they're called.

17 accidental deaths - whatever they are. And one murder.

Uno. That's a... 3.5% chance of skulduggery.

Highly unlikely.

Find Dick's notes and you'll find your lost undercover policeman.

It's that poncey school I send you to, isn't it?

How do you go about finding someone undercover?

I have no idea.

Wait for him to contact us?

Hmm.

Now you'll have to brush your teeth again.

HE SIGHS

SHE SPEAKS WELSH

Oh, Mam!

I haven't seen you in a very long time, Walter.

-Where've you been?

-Slim...

Nobody knows any of these people.

You don't recognise any of them, do you?

No.

You can send the blonde one round though.

I just want Dick's personal effects.

I don't have 'em.

Forensics and the techies have still got them,

so I can't give them to you.

You must have a lot more work with all of Dick's cases

to follow up on then.

Sorry I'm late.

Looking good, DC Hopkins.

You're lucky there's a grill between us.

Not from where I'm standing.

Ever the charmer, Slim.

By the way, it's great to see you drinking the Diet Coke

with the Cheesy Wotsits. That'll really make the difference.

So how'd you get on?

No-one recognises anyone from the photos.

They're a bit rubbish here, aren't they?

-But...some good news too.

-Yes?

-Yeah.

-Well?

Oh, erm, the 24 bus was in one of the shots,

so I Googled the route and found a building that looks

exactly like the one in the photos.

Well get you, Miss Marple. Well done.

Could be the location of the gang.

And therefore our undercover. Good. Good.

But I suppose we better interview the Greek drug dealer first?

Dimitri, Konstantinos Thesadopoulas. No. He is snugly detained

in one of our finest prison cells and thus going nowhere.

No, what we are going to do is follow up on your excellent

detective work and go and visit that building.

-But the Chief told us to start with Dimitri.

-The Chief? Ha.

Listen, you just follow my lead, young lady.

Learn from the master - the Yoda of the Force.

-Oh, Yoda, your bank called. Again.

-Thanks, Jen.

-I am not your secretary.

-Yeah, yeah. Thanks, Jen.

HE CLEARS THROAT

So it turns out the big bald bloke on the left is a known

villain from Manchester, Harry Isaacs.

12 years in Strangeways for murder, three separate

charges of assault with deadly weapon, blah-blah-blah.

A right little charmer and an active drugs dealer.

How did you find all this out so quickly?

I'm a detective?

Yes, yes. Detective.

'So what's this Isaacs doing down here in London then?'

Is that his modus operandi?

-CHUCKLING:

-Modus operandi...?

He probably lives here,

and he is either buying or selling drugs, I suspect.

That's what he does, sir, and that's why Detective Romney

had a person undercover with him.

Have you spoken to Dimitri K...

the Greek gentleman?

Who was that, sir?

'You know who I mean.'

Dimitri Konstantinos Thesadopoulas. Yeah, later this afternoon.

'Well, get on with it.'

He looks like your best bet for identifying this lot.

HE GASPS

WALTER MOANING

What?

'What are you doing, Gambon? Where are you?'

I'm in a car outside the block of flats where we

think our undercover and the gang are hanging out, sir.

We are about to go in and investigate, sir.

What about the woman?

No idea, sir. Nobody recognises her.

So who is the other man?

'No idea, sir. Nobody recognises him either.'

Beauty and the Beast, eh?

Racism in the police force is a very live issue, Gambon.

-What?

-'You heard me.'

Now get inside the place instead of fannying about outside.

Sorry.

I look like I wet myself.

Hang on...

That's Isaacs and the girl from the photo, isn't it?

He's done well. You wouldn't put them two together.

Could she be our cop?

Romney may have had a police woman undercover. Smart.

Smart?!

Why?

Because women can't be undercover cos it's too dangerous

and we might break a nail?

Did I say that? Did I say anything like that?

I mean, was I saying a racist remark earlier, or a sexist remark now?

No. No. Bloody hell! I am down with the sisters, Sister.

-I'm working with you, aren't I?

-Just saying.

And I am just saying that our missing cop could've been a woman

and we had not thought of that.

You really do look like you've wet yourself.

And that is our third man.

Should we follow them?

No.

If she is our cop, let's let her stay undercover.

But let's take a nose around the flat, shall we.

Don't we need a warrant?

Nobody asks for a warrant.

DOOR BUZZES

Good morning, madam.

I am Detective Inspector Gambon and this is Detective Constable Hopkins.

We were just wondering who lives here.

Get a warrant or piss off. Filth!

Have you wet yourself?

It's the respect from within the community

that makes the job so rewarding.

Should we have another go?

-PHONE BEEPS

-Oh, hang on!

-Oh, God.

-Is everything all right?

-What's the date today?

-The 24th.

-What?

-Why?

-Oh, God... No. Nothing.

Listen, you just make sure you get Dimitri in to the station

tomorrow morning - early - and I'll see you there.

Now you get yourself off home.

Home? It's a bit early, isn't it? Where are you going?

What are you, my mother? I'm going to see a man about a dog.

I love dogs. Can I come?

No. Have you got money for a cab?

Yes.

No.

-Oh, come on, I'll give you a lift to the Tube.

-Thank you.

Tell me it's good news, my friend.

Sadly, Hardip, there is no good news.

Then what are you doing here?

-I'm here to talk to them.

-No. There's no talking to them.

If you don't have the money, it's over.

Why can't you find it?

I just need a little bit more time.

They're not going to give you any more time. No. This is it.

You come back here with the money. All of it.

-£9,000. Or....

-Or what? They're going to beat up a cop?

You think they care you're a copper? They bloody like it.

After they break your legs, you'll be in their pocket.

You want that? You better go and get the money.

I will get it eventually, I just don't have it now. That's all.

I like you, Walter, you've been a good friend

but I cannot help you on this one.

These guys, they are not like you and me.

-SHOUTING:

-You take their money, you pay it back on time.

-SOFTLY:

-Please, bring it tomorrow.

PEOPLE CHATTERING

Do you want to know what they all are?

Piles of paper?

This is his expenses, current cases. Closed cases. Training.

Court appearances. Personal. Personnel. Rubbish.

Did you do all this?

No. It was the tooth fairy.

HE CHUCKLES

Thanks, Jen.

Still no trace of his undercover?

No.

Closed cases. Not what you want.

-That shouldn't be there.

-See what it says?

Is the Chief still in?

Yes. And he's very grumpy. He's getting a cold.

-This isn't going to help, is it?

-Nope.

£45,000. In cash? Last week? Why didn't I know about this?

Well, the previous Chief Superintendent

signed off on it, Sir. Maybe the paperwork just came through.

The paperwork? It's good here, isn't it, the paperwork?

Christ, Romney takes nearly 50 grand out of the till,

-to give to his undercover man.

-Or woman.

Or woman, to make the buy.

Then arrests the drug seller but no money is used,

then falls under a train.

It doesn't look good, does it?

Where is our money now?

Could still be with the undercover.

At least it's more than we knew yesterday.

I'm fighting a terrible cold. I feel lousy.

Tell me something positive.

Inflation's down to 2%, sir.

Is this smart-arse conversation normal, Detective?

Because I don't like it. I have to see the Commissioner tomorrow

and he is going to want to know what we are

doing about our undercover mystery man or woman, and where the

wretched £45,000 of taxpayers money is.

What would you have me tell him?

Well, we think we've found the gang's location,

we are about to interrogate the Greek drug dealer,

and have identified someone in the photograph,

as well as a possible police woman.

Think we've found something? About to interview somebody?

Possibly identify someone else? Hardly empirical, is it?

HE SNEEZES

-Bless you, sir.

-God, I feel awful.

Who would have thought a common cold could be so debilitating?

You can get a terrible sting from a dying bee.

What?

I'll be on my way, sir.

Fabulous.

Fabulous? Is that what he said? Really? Fabulous.

I love this man.

Well, he's not a happy bunny.

Oh, the bank called. Again.

-What is it? Have we run out of money?

-No.

I'm not stupid, Dad. Is it my school fees?

Because I'm happy to go somewhere else.

Absolutely not. It's just a little cash flow issue.

We had planned on two incomes

so we are just a little overstretched at the moment.

That's all.

Really? I can do without the extras. As we live in suburbia,

sailing is not technically a survival requirement.

We are fine. Honestly. How was your day?

Miracles will never cease, quite interesting.

In English we were discussing whether it is OK to do

a wrong thing in order to get a right thing done in the long run.

Oh, yeah... Like what?

Like tell a little lie to protect someone's feelings.

"Oh, your hair looks lovely." When in fact in looks like a turd's nest.

Or would it be OK to kill Fred West

because you knew he was going to murder loads of people later?

Kill Fred West?

That's a hell of a long way from, "Oh, your hair look nice."

So would it be OK for a policeman to kill him?

If they knew he was going to murder people. Yes.

The police can get it wrong occasionally, you know.

I am well aware of that.

So any policeman who thinks he knows who a murderer is,

can just decide to execute him, is that it?

It would be good to take pre-emptive action, wouldn't it?

Pre-emptive action? What am I raising here?

Donald bloody Rumsfeld. No. Look, it's simple.

A policeman has to act within the law.

He can't be the judge and jury as well.

You're no fun.

Fun? Eat your manky greens.

We are sure he's a big time drug lord?

I grant you he's less Ronnie Kray and more Ronnie Corbett,

but five kilos of heroin underneath your pillow is as solid as it gets.

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Walter?

-Mark?

-I've got to hide from the Chief.

He's looking for volunteers for some management training bollocks.

-Can I dodge in here?

-Yeah. Course you can, come on.

-Sweet.

Is that your Greek drug baron?

Scary, huh?

Don't accidently tread on him.

MARK AND ANNE LAUGH

I will try not to.

-Anne, how are you?

-Um...

That good, eh?

So you are helping Walter break him down?

Efharisto.

What?

It means yes in Greek. I think.

Really? I did not know that.

So are you around for a bit?

Around? Yeah, I'm around.

Available. Free.

Not available. Obviously.

But I am around. Yeah.

-WALTER:

-Anne! Anne!

I got to go.

Cool.

DEVICE BEEPS

Level three, here we come.

Morning, gentlemen. No, you stay right where you are.

Don't get up on my account.

I'd shake your hand only you are a filthy drug dealer

and I don't know where your hands have been.

Detective Inspector Walter Gambon interviewing suspect

Dimitri Konstantinos Thesadopoulas with his brief John Faber.

Also present is DC Hopkins.

Well, a lot of drugs found in your possession, eh?

Five kilos.

Did you have any help or was it a solo run?

Well, that means you're going to take all the blame

and receive all the punishment.

And British prisons, I have to tell you, Dimitri, are not nice places.

They are cold, damp, full of lowlife. Grim. And the food...

Well, no more tasty souvlaki for you any more, eh?

But you must be thinking, how did the police know I was there?

How did they know I had all those drugs on me?

Hmm? Would you like to know who gave you up to us? Hmm?

Oh, come on. We are not after you.

You're an unfortunate eejit who got caught baby-sitting a load of drugs.

We want the name and the whereabouts of your buyers.

The people who have got you going to prison for such a long time.

GARBLED: Let me see photos and maybe we can talk.

What?

GARBLED: Let me see photos and maybe we can talk.

You could have saved us a lot of time by informing us

that your client doesn't speak English.

HITS TABLE I speak English!

Jesus. All right. Calm down. Calm down. OK.

So...

Who's he then?

MUFFLED: Never seen.

What is he saying?

I think he said he's never seen them.

Oh... It's going to be like that, is it?

All right, well we know who this is.

This is Mr Convicted Murderer Harry Isaacs. But what about him?

Hmm?

All right, fine.

You have a think about it and we'll have a nice cup of tea.

It's going to be a long day.

Detective Inspector Gambon and DC Hopkins are leaving the room.

He doesn't say much, does he?

I can barely understand him when he does.

Could I ask him what efharisto means?

What? It means thank you, I think. Why?

Oh, no. Not yes?

No. What is this? Greek lessons? Were you paying attention in there?

Absolutely, I was. Gripped, as a matter of fact.

Right. He'll talk. Let's let him stew for a bit.

Hi. How's it going?

Fine... I think. Yeah.

Yeah. I'm good, thanks.

I meant the interrogation.

Oh, that's going good. Walter's doing really well.

He's the ace detective. You've done well to attach yourself to him.

I'm not attached, actually.

Ah.

GAME BLEEPS

HE TUTS

Level six.

(I hate that.)

It's a mess. This should test young Addison.

See if our high-flying homosexual has the balls to cope.

Send him in.

Come in.

-Morning, sir.

-Have a seat.

It's been quite an eventful first week for you, hasn't it, Addison?

And now £45,000 of taxpayer's money disappears.

Any good news since you started?

Inflation's down to 2%.

We have leads and are following them up, but it does not look good.

No, sir. I think we should reassess how undercover officers

are tracked and contacted. We can't make this mistake again.

No, you certainly can't.

And the death of our detective on the Tube.

All clear on that?

No witnesses saw anything untoward but we're still looking into it.

The missing money makes it all the more significant.

Still no contact with your illustrious

predecessor about all this undercover operation?

No, sir.

Pity. He would have been across what's going on.

Is he still down a cave?

We're not sure. Still trying to get hold of him.

HE SNEEZES

Sorry. Awful cold.

You are still technically on probation in this post, Addison.

Losing a police officer is both incompetent and embarrassing.

I'm not sure you're up to this.

Get to the bottom of it.

You can manage that, can't you?

That's all.

HE SIGHS

OK. You want to do some questioning?

Really? Yes, please.

Good. Time to talk turkey.

I thought he was Greek.

SHE LAUGHS

Did I say something?

No.

So is he Turkish?

No, he's Greek.

There you are then.

-WALTER:

-Anne.

Detective Inspector Gambon and DC Hopkins back in the room.

OK, you are going to tell us

who these people are and we are going to go easy on you.

Recognise anyone yet? Who is he?

Partner to Isaacs.

Partner to...partner of Isaacs. See, we can do this. Efharisto.

Thug.

A tug?

A thug.

Right.

-Violent!

-OK. All right. You do not have to shout.

You know, it is not going to make anything any clearer.

What else do we know about him? What's his name?

-Black bastard.

-None of that language in here, if you don't mind.

Racism is a very live issue in the police force.

So you know him as Isaacs' partner and a thug.

Good. DC Hopkins.

What?

Oh.

You're being very helpful, Dimitri. Efharisto very much.

But who is the woman?

Isaacs' girl. I don't know her.

What's she like?

I don't know her. She says nothing.

A clever bitch to keep her mouth shut.

All women should be like this.

You what?!

Well, on behalf of gagged women everywhere,

Dimitri, I extend my heartfelt thanks.

I think we have established you do not know the woman.

Hmm? So let's go over the time-line again, shall we?

You arrive at Southampton docks on the 14th,

on a boat out of Piraeus, Athens, you race up to London with

the drugs and then you're arrested three days later.

What were you doing hanging around in London for three days?

Visiting the Elgin Marbles?

You don't want to be sitting around with five kilos of heroin

-up your jacksie for any longer than you have to. Eh?

-HE LAUGHS

I should say....

That was a rhetorical question. Why were you waiting?

I wait for the money. Idiot.

Idiot?

I want to go back to Athens, but I have to wait for the money.

Three days, I wait. Three long days.

So what, your friends kept you hanging around for three days

-waiting, doing nothing?

-They don't have money.

Good. Detective Inspector Gambon terminating the interview.

Thank you, gentlemen,

you have helped us more than you will ever know.

So what day exactly did Dick sign out the money?

-A Tuesday, I think.

-No, what date? What date? Check. Quickly.

Oh, right. I know.

You on to something, Walter?

Yes, Mark. I'm on to something.

-Actually, we're both on to something.

-Ace.

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Oh, hi, Mum. Yeah. No. No. Everything is fine.

I'll do it for you when I get home. It's just...

I'm at work. Yes.

It is ironed. Look, I'll ring you later, OK?

Ta-rah.

I like a girl who keeps in touch with her mum.

You only get one mother in this life.

You are so right, Mark. You are so right.

-Whoops. I'd better get on.

-Yeah.

Anne. The date? Anne? Anne? Anne?

-Anne!

-Huh?

-The date!

Oh, err...

The 15th.

The 15th. The day after Dimitri arrives. So the money was available.

What were they doing hanging around for two days?

Dimitri arrives with the drugs on the Monday,

Dick signs out for the cash on the Tuesday.

Then Dimitri gets arrested on the Thursday,

then Dick falls under a train on Friday. I mean, what went wrong?

Everything?

Look, it is standard procedure, right. You take the money out

at the last possible moment. So Dick signs out for the cash,

hands it over to the operative, this woman, we presume, and then what?

Nothing happens for two days,

then Dimitri is arrested in the hotel. What happened to the money?

Still with our undercover cop?

Or it never left Dick's possession.

I think it's time for us to have a word with Dick's widow, don't you?

Here. You can drive.

-Who's that? Do you know him?

-Don't ask.

-So, who...?

-I said, don't, ask.

That's all I do now. Make cups of tea for people.

I am sorry. It's a terrible time.

They've all been round to say hello, even the new Superintendent.

He's so young, isn't he?

You must be the oldest copper on the force now.

Oh!

Sorry.

Dick used to say you were the perfect detective.

Old school, he'd say.

Look, I know this isn't a good time to ask

but did Dick say anything about what he was up to?

I mean, specifically this undercover job he was doing?

-No.

-Did he mention anything about any money or...?

Money? No. What sort of money?

Oh, I don't know, you know,

something to do with this case he was running or erm...

Nothing that I can remember. We don't have any money.

You know what it's like on a policeman's wage.

HE MURMERS IN AGREEMENT

He did have a rich uncle in America who died recently,

and we were going to get something, Dick said.

"Bit of a windfall, love". Might not see any of that now.

Lucky Dick, eh?

Not really. Given the circumstances.

I can't believe I said that. How stupid am I?

I know. Poor woman. But really? The uncle?

The rich uncle?

I know. Who has a rich uncle in America?

Bill Gates' nephew?

Very good. I hope she doesn't spend her windfall

on any more hideous china figurines.

Oh, I loved them.

CAR BEEPS

Yeah, but so many?

Do you think I'm old school?

No. Just old.

Are we going to go?

What do you know about Mark's personal life?

What?

Is he, you know, you know is he...?

-Gay?

-Never!

No, of course not.

Not that it would matter if he were. But is he, you know, free?

I think he plays the field and I really don't think he's your type.

-Yeah, I am just asking.

-Yeah. I know. I know.

-Drive on.

-HE CLEARS THROAT

Drop me off near Lidl's. I've got something really fun to do.

I hope one day they give me an office as big as this one.

Anything I can get you while you're here?

Yep. Money. A big bag of money.

We have had trouble getting hold of you, Mr Gambon.

-Detective Inspector Gambon.

-Obviously it can't go on like this.

You simply will not be able to repay the loans.

There's nothing more to mortgage on your property.

Something has to give.

Yes. It will. I just need a little bit more time.

-Time for what?

-Time for a big bag of money to fall out of the sky.

It was my predecessor who granted you this loan.

I must say that I would not have done so,

as clearly it has got you into severe difficulties.

We know why you took out the loan.

To pay off your wife's extensive medical expenses.

Although I thought we had a perfectly good National Health Service.

But you have to start paying it back. Now.

Yes. And I've thought of a few ways to achieve that.

Yes?

Yes.

This is the end of the line, do you understand?

You must drastically cut down your expenses,

and find some way to pay your mortgage instalments.

I see your daughter goes to a fee paying school...

Yes, and she is staying there.

Default on this and we have no option but to take the house,

at which point you will have to declare yourself bankrupt.

Is that a problem for a serving police officer?

Take a wild guess.

PHONE RINGS

Excuse me.

Fat Slim.

'Always a pleasure. What news?'

Thought you'd want to know that Dick's personal effects have

been turned in by the techies.

I'll keep them safe for you.

I'm on my way.

-I've got to go.

-Ah...

Government business.

Slim, you're going to explode one day.

You should at least try and stop eating that rubbish.

One man's rubbish is another man's coq au vin, Walter.

What?

I suppose you want Dick's mangled effects?

Two phones.

Usually the sign of a naughty boy.

Come on.

"Convert Java to Citrix Gateway?" What the hell's that?

Move over, Cro-Magnon.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I would have got round to that, yeah.

'Hello, love.

'Sorry, but do you press the red button thing or record?

'I'm trying to get the Man U match recorded for you.

'Call me. Bye.'

BEEP

'I've done it.

'Missed the kick-off but nothing's happened so far. I think.

'Or maybe somebody did score. See you later. Bye.'

BEEP

-ROBOTIC VOICE:

-'End of new messages.'

Try the other one.

WOMAN: 'Dick. What have you done? Why did you arrest Dimitri?

'They've gone mental. They're going to bloody kill you.'

-ROBOTIC VOICE:

-'End of new messages.'

That's our undercover cop.

Yeah, trying to tip him off. She knew he was in danger.

MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

Oh, look, I'm sorry, Anne. Look, erm...

-Let's call it a day. It's late. All right?

-What?

Yeah, listen, you finish up here, I'll call you tomorrow.

MARK: Walter leave you in the lurch, Anne?

-What?

-I'd never do that to a girl.

-MAN:

-Come on, Mark, my round.

Weekend starts right here, boys.

Great.

RADIO: 'It's the weekend. If you're not out of bed yet,

'here's something to get you going.'

PHONE RINGS

'Hi, Anne? Hello?'

SHE MUMBLES

-Is that you?

-Mm-hmm.

-Are you all right? You sound kind of weird.

-No, no.

Listen. I know it's Saturday

but I've been thinking about that phone message and how Dick died.

Can you meet me at the station

-and get hold of the CCTV footage of the Underground?

-Mm-hmm.

Now? Is that OK?

Mmmm.

Do you want to know why?

Mmm.

Are you sure you're all right? Are you doing something?

-MUMBLING:

-No... No...

Anne? What are you doing?

Nothing.

FACE MASK CRACKS

I'll...I'll see you there.

Why do I bother?

Everything dandy?

Um, yeah. Anne is...

..odd.

Listen, I have to go down to the station.

-Will you be all right here for a while?

-Sure.

Have you got the number for social services,

-cos I'm feeling seriously abandoned? LAUGHING:

-Stop it.

Lily...

What?

Dad, what?

On the money front, things really are bad.

We may have to move and...

And what?

Leave here.

Leave school...

That's OK.

I'm tired of this house anyway. And school?

How much Latin and "phwaor-phwaor" can a girl take?

I'm sorry, darling, I don't know what to say.

It'll be fine. We'll have an adventure.

Look, I'll only be an hour.

We'll talk about it when I get back. All right?

So we're looking for people coming in and out of the station

before or after Dick died?

-Yes. Dick was warned by a woman...

-Presumably our cop.

..that he was in danger...

And hours later he falls under a train.

You've got a bit of something there on your...

Oh.

He walks into this Tube station and...

it's...

..the end.

-There's Dick.

-Yeah.

Right, let's see who else is in here.

Is this the only entrance to the platform?

It's the only one with a working camera.

HE TUTS

Ah, stop. Wait. Look at the time.

The accident happened right now at 8.04.

So we see people leave the platform as it's all shut down.

Oh! Oh, my God, that's him. That's Isaacs' mate.

Did he kill Dick?

He must have done. And £45,000 goes missing.

The undercover has it, presumably, but can't give it back yet.

If she doesn't have it, she's in real danger

because the deal's gone sour. And if she does have it...

She's in real danger, cos she's got the money and she's all alone.

With Dick's killer. Time to pull her out.

You find some back up and meet me at Isaac's flat as soon as possible.

What? Action?

I hope not.

Action. Yes!

Come on, Mark. Where are you?

TYRES SCREECH

Hello. Hello, Poli....

DOOR BUZZES

Hello, Evel Knievel.

Get on. We're in a rush.

All right.

Don't kill me.

Budge up then.

You again. Bugger off.

-WOMAN:

-How many times? I have not spoken to him.

MAN: You must have done.

No, I have not. I have no idea.

Rachel, talk to me.

I have had enough of this.

-Rachel, come back.

-You can sort it out.

Where are you going?

INDISTINCT SHOUTS

Never mind what I've done or not done.

You have screwed up your end of the deal, son.

There would be no deal if I had not set this whole thing up.

Set up what? We lost the drugs because your mate lost his bottle.

Where is the 45 grand?

I don't know. Dick had it.

Have you got the money?

No, of course not.

-Then what use are you?

-What?

Come on. Don't. You are kidding, right? Please don't!

GUNSHOT

Hey! Hey!

SIRENS APPROACH

WATER RUNS

That's...

Police!

I'll get her. You stay here.

As if.

TYRES SCREECH

George? Vehicle is a dark blue Audi...

HE GRUNTS

Where do you think you're going, Baldy?

SIRENS WAIL

Mind out, everybody. Police coming through.

Did you do that?

-He's a pussy cat really. Aren't you?

-HE GRUNTS

He just killed a policeman and then shot at me.

I nearly died on the toilet, for Christ's sake.

Hang on. What do you mean, killed a policeman?

-It wasn't the girl. It was the man.

-What?

It was the man who was the undercover cop.

He's lying dead upstairs because this fella just shot him.

What a bloody mess. Gambon, are you all right?

-Yes, thank you, sir. More than can be said of some.

-Hmm.

Have we found our officer?

The woman was not the police officer?

No, sir.

But this man, the undercover, is dead?

Yes.

-And Isaacs?

-Arrested, sir.

Ah. I see.

A second policeman dead?

Not a great first week then.

SIREN WAILS

Are you sure you're all right, Walter?

Shock can do terrible things to a man.

I'm fine, Anne.

Hey. We did good today.

You think? One arrested, one missing, one dead.

Well, I suppose when you put it like that,

this was a bit of a balls up.

Deftly put.

Well, tragic news concerning Detective Sergeant Lenny Rice

of the Manchester Drugs Squad.

You should know that my predecessor, now out of his cave,

has confirmed that he didn't know about Lenny Rice either.

Well, at least we're consistent.

Thank you, Gambon.

Dick Romney not informing his superior about this man

is way off procedure. A complete re-working of how we manage

undercover officers is desperately needed.

It seems totally unconnected to Dick falling under the train.

You were right about that from the start, sir. A tragic accident.

You sure there's no connection?

No proof at all.

Isaacs' arrest is, of course, a Godsend.

The public are much safer with him put away.

The blonde girl, Rachel Hillenbrand, claims to be no more than

Isaacs' girlfriend and there's no evidence to contradict her.

No sign of the money. I suppose that's long gone.

But a bit of a turnaround.

It has been a hell of a week. Well done, you two.

DC Hopkins, nice arrest of Isaacs.

Thank you, sir.

Anne was very helpful, sir. Clear headed and thorough.

I don't doubt it. Now, paperwork. It doesn't do itself, you know.

What is it, Gambon?

It's the money...

It sits in last year's accounts. Don't worry about it.

Who knows, maybe it will turn up.

-Mmmm.

-Good work, Detective. Really.

It's going to be an honour working for you, sir.

-Don't over do it.

-Quite right, sir.

-Shall I...?

-Yes, please, shut it.

It's best to keep Dick's death as a terrible accident then?

You are sure?

Yeah. I am sure. No-one will ever find out.

Even the man who murdered him is dead.

But was Dick corrupt?

Him and Lenny must have been in on it from the start.

They were all in on it together.

Yes, but then something made Dick change his mind

and he wanted to do the right thing.

He arrested Dimitri. He got that heroin off the street.

It was Lenny Rice who was the bad guy.

Neat as a pin, eh? SHE GIGGLES

Slam dunk.

Brilliant. Ace detective Walter.

Thank you, Mark. And Anne.

Anne was fan-bloody-tastic.

No. You are the one.

I know, yeah.

Well, you know, paperwork doesn't do itself, Anne, does it?

Yeah...

You saved the day. Could've been a massive cock-up there.

A massive c...

Nice trick with the helmet, by the way.

Brutal. You must teach me that one day.

SHE SIGHS

THEY LAUGH

Look, I don't want any arguments and don't ask too many questions.

But you really must accept this.

You've been to Sainsbury's?

No. Not exactly.

Is it stolen?

Not from anybody in particular. It should have been Dick's.

Just think of it like it's from his uncle in America.

Take it and spend it slowly.

We never had a rich uncle in America, you know.

I know.

-Was Dick a bad copper?

-Definitely not.

He had a bit of a wobble but he tried to put it right.

Thank you, Walter.

I don't know what to say.

Good food costs less at Sainsbury's?

Hardip.

You want the good news or the good news?

Walter...?

Nine grand? A tad late so interest must be paid.

Ten grand it is.

There you go. Don't spend it all on fabric conditioner.

You won't be seeing me again.

Hardip.

Pshhh...

Booom....

Brutal.

VASE SHATTERS

Whoops.

Anne! Anne! >

IN WELSH

So I just may have turned it round after all.

Oh, yes!

That Gambon is a strange one though.

Best detective in the squad,

but a problem with authority on a par with...

Miley Cyrus.

SNORING SOFTY

It's lonely at the top.

Mmm.

LILY: Dad. Come on, I'm starving.

Yeah. Yeah. In a minute.

Detective Inspector Walter Gambon, I would like to eat some

time before midnight.

All right, I am coming.

There you go.

One pot of Dad's finest chilli con carne.

You've actually excelled yourself. It looks...almost edible.

He solves the case, he cooks the supper.

Is there no end to this man's talents?

So I've been thinking about where we could live more cheaply...

I'm don't think that's going to be necessary.

Really? I don't mind. If we need...

No, no. I've had a word with the bank, they seem more flexible.

-I think we can manage.

-Really?

I'm going to find a way.

I knew you'd think of something.

You're cleverer than you look, you know.

HE CHUCKLES

-We'll have to be careful though.

-Of course.

Very careful.