The Rock - Part Two New Tricks

Anthony Kaye became my last collar before I retired.

Nothing you can say will make the death of her son any less painful.

So they covered up their own negligence.

THEY SCREAM

Until the result of the enquiry, you're suspended.

Before it was used on Christian Highsmith here,

-it was used to kill a 12-year-old boy, Danny Bossano.

-In Gibraltar.

Imagine being the cold case officer here, eh?

You'd be bored out of your mind.

Danny was found dead inside one of the Second World War bunkers

on top of the Rock.

Danny was thought to be involved with traffickers, wasn't he?

Danny was a good boy!

Before you go mad, I've been investigating. Please, I can help.

I want Brian on the next flight out.

This is my business associate. Vince. Table.

Come on, take it!

Move, Move!

What was that?

That shipping agent you were telling me about, Gordon Fletcher.

What about him?

So we're just stuck in here?

THEY SCREAM

# It's all right It's OK

# Doesn't really matter If you're old and grey

# It's all right I say it's OK

# Listen to what I say

# It's all right Doing fine

# Doesn't really matter If the sun don't shine

# It's all right I say it's OK

# We're gettin' To the end of the day. #

There hasn't been a murder on the Rock in several years.

And within 12 hours of you showing up,

we're pulling a body out of the water.

You think we've broken your winning streak, eh?

My colleagues are fighting hard to change the reputation of this place.

-It matters to them. To all of us.

-We know that.

Do you? Some of them think this man might still be alive

if you hadn't come here.

Look, we're sorry about what's happened to Gordon Fletcher,

but it's probably got something to do with the murder

of Christian Highsmith and maybe Danny Bossano.

Believe it or not, I'd thought of that too.

We need to solve this murder, then we'll unlock the other two.

I need to. This is my jurisdiction. My case.

And if it's all right with you, we'll do things my way now.

THEY SCREAM

-Are you all right?

-Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry I got you into this.

There's no sorry when you're mates.

You're just mates, that's all.

The only way out is when that door opens.

From the outside.

And, depending on how far we're going, that might be days.

Well, there's only one question left then, isn't there?

What's that?

Am I going to eat you or are you going to eat me?

HE LAUGHS

Gerry's phone's still off. He's texted you?

No, no. This is from Esther. She says hasn't seen Brian for two days.

-It's freezing in here.

-Yeah.

What have you got there?

I've been using it to organise my thoughts for the hearing.

You know, vocalisation techniques.

Maybe we should record a message for our families.

What for?

In case we're not found in time.

Brian, you're hardly Lane of the Antarctic.

Gerry, I don't know what I am any more.

Oh, no. You're not going to get all profound on me, are you?

Anthony Kaye's haunted me for years.

-Here we go.

-No, no, no...

I always thought if I ever got the chance to just stand up there

and tell my side of the story

and face Embleton, somehow I'd feel better.

But now I've put everything on the line, I'm not so sure.

You're worried about losing your Moby, aren't you?

You mean my mojo?

No. I mean Moby. Moby-Dick.

For your information, Gerry,

I've never had any complaints in that department.

HE CHUCKLES

Nah, we're all Captain Ahab

and we've all got a Moby-Dick.

And proving what happened to that Anthony Kaye kid is yours.

Ooh, so the rumours are true then. You have read a book.

Nah, my first governor used to say, "Every copper's got a Moby-Dick."

Something that pulls him along in a straight line.

But it's got to be something worth going for,

you've got to feel it in your bones.

Bloody hell, you were right, you know.

It is getting really cold in here.

Oi, oi, oi! Behave yourself.

No, look, Gerry, we have to share our body warmth

or we might bloody freeze to death in here.

Yeah, all right. But no forking.

You mean spooning.

That and all.

What's forking anyway?

Go to sleep, Brian.

They don't look like angels.

THEY LAUGH

They're Spanish. It's a fruit farm.

That explains the stink of oranges in here.

I thought that was your aftershave.

Tiene una telefonio?

Telephone!

Telefono? No, but if you want, I can get you a jet pack.

Or a flying car?

THEY LAUGH

Alla.

THEY LAUGH

Let's try that way.

Grassy-arse.

THEY LAUGH

KNOCKING ON DOOR

-The bed has not been disturbed.

-Um...

He's definitely not been here. Well, thanks anyway, Marcia.

You're welcome.

Oh, you got a message last night.

-Oh?

-It was from Charlie.

What'd she say?

She said she did not want to talk.

Right.

-Gerry not back yet?

-Oh!

Er...no. No, he's not. It's just... Well, cheers, Marcia.

Good job with the...room checking thing there.

"Room checking thing?"

Let's go and see Cruz, eh?

Well, up yours an' all!

That's three on the trot, not even a glance.

Maybe I should have a go.

No, I don't think so, Brian. This is a finally-honed technique, a skill.

On the other hand,

you don't see many dinner jackets hitching, do you?

You mean, stick me thumb out and hope for the best?

No, no, no. There's much more to it than that.

-Like what?

-Come here, come here.

Stick your thumb up, you're right about that,

but keep your left arm straight so they can see that.

Why?

So they know you're not carrying a weapon.

Politics of the road are that hitchhikers have far less to fear from drivers

than drivers from hitchhikers.

Why's that?

Cos statistically, hitchhikers kill more drivers

than the other way round.

The trick is to make them feel safe, you see, unthreatened.

-All right?

-All right.

Smile, then!

Oh, maybe not. Just be yourself.

Aargh!

If you can't control your team,

maybe you should put collars on them.

-Or just keep them in the kennel?

-Are you going to help us or not?

Sure. It's not like I have a murder to investigate.

This is the footage from our CCTV Control Room.

You get any shots of our hotel from yesterday afternoon?

There. There, stop.

OK. Rewind it.

-Your eyes are sharper than mine.

-I'd recognise that scalp anywhere.

Wherever he was going, he must have given Gerry the slip.

-Or Gerry let him go.

-He wouldn't, not after you warned him off.

You've still got a lot to learn about Gerry.

-How many units have you got on the street?

-12 patrols.

I've issued a description of a bad-tempered, chain-smoking,

compulsively abusive, 60-something

who should be treated with extreme caution.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

-A picture's worth a thousand words, you know.

-I gave them that too.

Hello? Gerry?

LOUD ROCK MUSIC

-'Guv'nor, Guv'nor! I'm sorry I haven't been in touch.'

-I can't hear you.

'We're on our way back now...'

Sounds like a bloody rock concert!

A biker bar?! What the bloody hell were you doing in a biker bar?!

-And who's Raul?

-He gave me a lift.

Then we had to have a drink with him and his mate Juan, who gave me a lift.

And the rest of the gang.

And they wouldn't let us leave until we'd joined.

-They took some of Gerry's blood.

-It must be love.

Listen, Guv'nor, Laura Highsmith's shipping agent, Gordon Fletcher,

knows Harry Truman.

How do you know this?

We saw them meet up, after the poker game.

What poker game?!

You two have turned ignoring orders into an art form.

We were following a lead, actually.

What we did do was follow Fletcher down to the docks,

where he met with Levy Bossano.

-Are you sure about this?

-Yeah.

We heard Fletcher say his name.

-Perhaps you misheard?

-We heard all right.

I saw Fletcher give Bossano an envelope.

And that's when we got locked in the container.

And then Fletcher turns up dead.

Fletcher's dead?!

Yes, he is.

-You're making this hard for me, Brian!

-Yeah, I know.

-Really bloody hard!

-I'm sorry.

What do you think will happen when Stickland finds out you're here?

Look, I know I've made a mess of things,

but I just wanted to get involved again.

I was trying to help.

I don't need your help!

Mind you, you wouldn't have this break without me, would you?

You have undermined me in front of the whole team.

You have shown me no respect whatsoever.

No, Sandra, I do respect you.

-Now, that's one thing I've always done.

-Really?

Then why did you ignore my orders?

Well, cos it's what we do, isn't it? We follow hunches and chase leads.

When we're on the job. Which you're not!

Now, come on, you know as well as I do it doesn't work that way.

Look at all these kids.

Can you remember when you were like one of them?

Even when you're just starting out,

when you don't know your arse from your elbow, you know it isn't a job.

You know it'll never be a job.

It's a life.

Spare me the lecture, Brian. You're going straight home.

I can't go home...

..can I?

I can never go home.

And neither can you.

That's why we make such bloody awful husbands, wives, parents...

Speak for yourself.

I deserve that one.

No, I deserve it.

No. You don't, actually. Sorry.

But how can I help you, Brian,

-when you are always undoing things behind my back?

-Oh!

I really wanted to crack this case.

Maybe this is the big black full stop then.

-I never thought it would come mid sentence.

-Shut up.

Look at Jack.

One minute, everything is OK and in the next, it's snatched away.

Don't bring Jack into this. Don't!

Why? Why not?

Jack understood that life's for getting out there

and doing what you believe in.

Not sitting back and playing by the rules.

Waiting for some other bugger

to tell you what you should and shouldn't be doing.

He knew that once you've joined up, there's only this.

And when it's taken away, there's...nothing else.

Not for the likes of us, anyway.

What about Esther?

Do you think about her?

I think about her all the time.

You need to...you need to phone her. She's worried about you.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Tell her you're going to be another day or so.

You're right.

I wouldn't have caught this break without you.

But what about Strickland?

Hold on, let me get this straight.

Are you saying she let you off the hook?

Nah, she's still going to kill me.

Just a bit later.

So, now, are you working for the Gibs?

Well, technically, I'm a civilian and they can hire whoever they like.

Who signed off on this?

Brian, excellent. We're searching the house,

but I'd like someone to talk to the daughter.

Sure, Guv.

You're calling him Guv?

You can call me that too, if you like?

-No, thanks, I'm all right.

-Boss, then. Or Mr Cruz, if you prefer?

You've been re-assigned to my team.

Alongside Brian here, we'd like you to focus on the Danny Bossano case.

Search the house.

Did you know about this?

Gordon Fletcher was found dead shortly after your meeting with him.

Look at me.

Levy, look at me.

Did the meeting have something to do with Christian Highsmith

and his murder in 1998?

We checked your employment records.

Before you worked in that warehouse, you were in the merchant navy.

For 20 years. You jumped from ship to ship.

Ever jump onto one called the Gracie Highsmith?

Perhaps you could just tell us what was in that envelope Fletcher gave you?

Maybe Natalie can help us.

Did Gordon Fletcher ever come to the house?

No.

Maybe down to your offices at the docks then?

I told you - I'd never heard of that man until you told me his name.

So it's possible your father had a relationship with him

that you knew nothing about?

I don't know why my father met with that man last night.

If that even happened. But I do know he's not a murderer.

-How?

-Excuse me?

How do you know?

I think I know my father, Mr Lane.

But didn't he go to sea when you were only six years old?

Send you off to boarding school?

That was a response to my brother's death. He was grieving.

So you must have spent most of your life apart from him, surely?

He was only trying to do what was best for me.

Give me an education, stability.

Yes, of course.

I didn't mean to offend you.

I'm just saying there must be an awful lot about him that you don't know.

I've spent my life trying to please him.

Make him proud.

I was the one who got him the job in the warehouse.

Why did you do that?

To bring him home. Close to me.

But it's never been enough.

Because you're not his son.

Do you know what that is like?

When you just can't be what someone wants you to be?

No matter how hard you try?

Oh, hang on. Thanks.

Yours?

My brother's.

-Did he do any other drawings like this?

-Yes.

He wanted to be a soldier when he grew up.

Bingo!

I'm no mathematician, but from the weight of this,

I'd say that was 20, 25 grand, wouldn't you?

Feels more like 30 to me.

Now, why would a shipping agent from London be giving all this money

to a warehouseman from Gibraltar?

Fletcher was the middleman. Christian Highsmith the ship owner.

Are you the dealer?

If you are, this lowly appearance of yours is quite a disguise, isn't it?

I'm impressed you've stayed under our radar all this time.

When he was murdered,

Christian Highsmith was trying to raise half a million pounds.

Was that to pay you?

Won't you at least say something to defend yourself?

What about Danny?

Were you dealing when he was murdered?

Was he acting as a lookout for you?

Were you responsible for the death of your own son?

HE SIGHS

If you're going to charge me, get it over with.

We searched Levy's warehouse. Nothing.

Every time we mention his children, we get a reaction.

It's...it's like he wants to tell us something.

-But can't.

-Yeah.

Gerry, you said Fletcher spoke to Truman before he met with Levy?

Yeah, at the casino.

Time to talk to him.

I will. I've agreed to have lunch with him today.

-On your own?!

-Is that wise?

He's connected to Christian Highsmith.

He was seen with Fletcher, and if Levy Bassano won't talk,

then he's our last remaining avenue.

That's not the point.

If I cancel now, he'll be suspicious.

We should bring him in.

We'll find out more if you don't.

Why do you say that?

Call it instinct.

You sure that's what it's called?

Listen, you be careful. There's something wrong with that bloke.

-You should have seen the way he wound up Brian.

-Here, look at this.

Danny kept on drawing right up until his murder.

MOBILE BLEEPS

But he kept drawing these three soldiers, over and over.

What if he wasn't a lookout for a gang?

Maybe he came into contact with these three.

Lunch.

Sorry I'm a little late.

-That's OK.

-How much time do you have?

-As long as I want.

-Good.

How are you finding Gibraltar?

Small.

-Have you seen the apes?

-Is that where you're taking me?

It's a surprise.

CAR HORN HONKS

CAR HORN HONKS

Let's take her out, Ray.

-You don't suffer from sea sickness, do you?

-No.

What are you waiting for?

Emilia Gray?

It was my mother's name.

Shit.

DOOR OPENS

I'm sorry to keep you, gentlemen.

I understand you have something else you want to show me.

What's this?

It was drawn by Danny Bossano.

Oh, the boy you were telling me about, from 1982?

We wondered if you could decipher it for us?

Oh.

The uniforms are accurate. DPM.

-DPM?

-Disruptive Pattern Material.

It's the kind of uniform all British soldiers uniforms were made of until a few years ago.

So they were the uniforms worn in the Falkands, weren't they?

It's the kind of uniform every British soldier would have worn in 1982.

Now, these three soldiers appear in multiple drawings.

Anything else you can tell us about them?

-Like what?

-Well, you might recognise the badge on his arm there.

It must have belonged to a particular regiment.

No. I can't make it out.

You've hardly looked.

No. I wish I could help.

Danny was found with a clansman radio.

At the time, it was thought to suggest

he might have been acting as a lookout for traffickers.

Wasn't he?

Well, those radios were commonly used

by the British military, weren't they?

Short wave. Good in the tunnels for training exercises.

What are you suggesting?

Nothing. Yet.

Just trying to establish how Danny might have come into contact

with these three soldiers.

Any word back from London about those records?

It'd be handy to know who was here in '82.

No, I'm afraid not.

They can be somewhat...cumbersome when it comes to things like that,

even for esteemed police colleagues.

Maybe we'll call them ourselves, eh? Directly.

That would be highly discourteous of you.

This wasn't just a boy that was murdered, Commander Sinclair.

This was a brother. And a son.

Courtesy doesn't come into it!

Listen, listen, when we came here before,

Sinclair had a picture of Mount Tumbleweed on his wall.

-Do you mean Tumbledown?

-Yeah, that's the one.

Well, my mate Coxy, he's got the same picture over his bar.

-It's a bunch of soldiers in the Falklands.

-So?

Well, it was there the day before yesterday and now it's gone.

Can you get a copy of it?

Aha!

I've never had a female detective on my boat.

And if we lose the word female?

Thank you.

You live well.

I work hard.

So why bring me all the way out here?

I didn't want you getting up and leaving a restaurant before we got to know each other.

And what makes you think I'd have left?

I think you're all about your work.

And don't know when to stop.

Are you not the same?

I used to be.

But then I learned to appreciate the finer things in life.

I came to Gibraltar to investigate the murder of Christian Highsmith.

And, within a day, his former business associate is dead.

Gordon.

You knew him?

I heard he had an accident last night.

Or the accident had him.

Either way, I'm very sorry about it.

You were seen talking with him shortly before it happened.

Tell "Dave" I'll drop his money off for him later today.

And say hello to Mr Table for me.

What were you talking about?

The money I owed him.

From a game?

-Two games.

-How much?

30 grand.

I put it in a nice brown envelope.

Do you know what he did with that money?

Why would I?

He gave it to a man named Levy Bossano.

You know, I understand you need to ask these questions.

But I do feel a little disappointed that you felt it necessary

to have me followed last night.

-That wasn't me. One of my colleagues...

-And today, on the way here.

A precaution.

An insult.

SIREN WAILS

Will you be going home with your friends

or would you like me to drop you off?

There you go.

Coxy sent me that, it's the same picture.

Why would Sinclair take this off his wall after you'd been there?

Presumably, there's something in it that he doesn't want us to see.

Or someone.

We should take this back to the Guv.

Which one?

Both.

No. First, I think we should phone London.

See if we can put some names to those faces.

This is bordering on police harassment, isn't it?

Police persistence.

-I'm sure my colleagues told you I've taken leave this afternoon.

-They did.

Yeah, and you took it right after the time we came to see you.

-Was it something we said?

-What do you want?

Why did you take that photograph down from your wall?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

The one of Mount Tumbledown?

Was it to hide the fact that your father was stationed here in 1982?

I don't see the relevance of this.

He was in that picture.

You called London.

We did.

And they were most helpful.

His regiment has a badge just like the one that Danny drew.

The one you told us you couldn't recognise.

What are you suggesting?

Well, someone brought the gun

that killed Danny back from the Falklands.

You're implying it was him?

At that time, Captain Sinclair, were you and your mother here too?

Yes, we were, but I cam assure you that my father had nothing to do with this.

Then why try and hide him from us?

Dad, Dad, come play with us!

You want to know why I don't like talking about my father?

Cos he committed suicide in 1984 when I was just 14 years old.

Guilt, maybe.

I can assure you guilt had nothing to do with it.

If you knew anything about combat or my father, you'd understand that.

-Where will you be for the rest of the day?

-Around.

Ah, "Around", yeah. It's nice there, I hear.

If you'll excuse me,

I'm trying to spend some time with my children.

Boys! Come on!

They worship him.

All boys look up to their dad, don't they?

Not all.

Thanks so much for that.

There's no harm done. We haven't arrested him.

He has no reason to suppose we're even interested.

I think the bloody big boat with the lights and the sirens

-might have been a bit of a giveaway, don't you?

-I was trying to protect you.

I can look after myself.

I'm starting to notice.

So you think Truman's in the clear?

He's explained himself.

Sandra, online gambling's a perfect front for laundering drugs money.

If you're going to be arresting people

because their businesses would make a good front,

you'd be arresting half of the Mediterranean.

Besides, our Government welcomed Truman with open arms.

Why?

They liked his vision for the future of Gibraltar.

A vision that placed it at the centre of Europe.

You don't think it's at least worth looking into some of his investments?

Maybe.

But let's see what my boys have come up with on Danny first.

Your boys?

Come on, Brian, we've been here 20 minutes.

Hang on, hang on.

-Come and stand here a minute, will you?

-What for?

Just come here, will you!

Right, just stand there, against that wall.

-What are you doing?

-Right a bit.

-No, the other way!

-That's left!

There, stop.

Aha!

What do you mean, "Aha"?

-Swap over.

-Ah...

Look at the picture.

Look at the picture.

Eh?

What am I looking at?

Look at the proportions of the soldiers

in relation to the lighthouse.

And then, look at me stood against it.

Oh, yeah!

The soldiers were dwarves?!

Where is it?

Here.

I thought Adam Sinclair might be covering up for his father.

But look at this. You can really see it there.

See what?

We assumed that these were drawings of three soldiers done by a child,

but they're not.

They're drawings of three kids.

Look at the perspective of the figures against the background, they're far too small.

It could be a mistake. It was drawn by a 12-year-old.

What about the others? He doesn't get the perspective wrong there, does he?

The trees? The buildings?

No, he's far too competent. All the proportions are correct.

So you're saying Danny was drawing his friends?

We thought that Sinclair was covering up for his dad.

But he wasn't, he was covering up for himself.

If Sinclair was here as a child, could he have known Danny?

More than possible.

Children copy their parents, don't they?

I know our Mark was always playing police cars when he was that age.

So maybe Adam Sinclair was pretending to be like his father

and Danny was playing along.

I mean, look at it from a kid's point of view -

you're living in this tiny country which is really a big military base.

We've won the war. It was a huge triumph.

Then, all these soldiers pour onto the Rock with their stories.

-And their trophy guns.

-We need to talk to Sinclair.

You want me to arrest a member of the military establishment?

I'm asking you to apprehend a strong suspect

for the murder of your victim. Yes.

This will have consequences.

Anything worth doing usually does.

And I don't think you can compromise on this one, do you?

'Tango, sierra, two, one. Suspect not at home.

'We're searching the area.'

'Echo, two, one, one, five. Suspect spotted near the botanical gardens.'

SIREN WAILS

That's him.

Go down to the bottom.

Suspect heading onto the Rock.

Repeat - suspect heading onto the Rock.

Lost him?

Hope you have a good head for heights.

HE SIGHS

Stand still!

Oh, God!

HE PANTS

Suspect contained on top of the Rock.

Commander Sinclair, come away from the edge.

This is where I came to watch my father's ship come in.

I found the gun in his drawer.

All the boys on the Rock used to scavenge for souvenirs.

Anything the soldiers had thrown away.

The gun was like having a piece of the real war, all to ourselves.

My father thought it had been stolen.

Did you killed Danny with it?

It could have been me.

But it wasn't.

It was Christian.

Christian Highsmith?

That drawing you had?

I'm one of those soldiers. Danny's the other.

And the third is Christian.

I made him keep the gun and I never saw him again.

This place was our Mount Tumbledown.

'I'd read about it in the newspapers.

'How they fought from crag to crag, rock to rock.

'Taking out pockets of enemy. Lone riflemen in the dark.'

I couldn't believe my dad was involved. He was a hero.

He wouldn't talk about it, not even to me.

Perhaps he couldn't.

Most kids don't know when their childhood ends.

I read somewhere that as you get older, it just fades.

Little by little, until one day you wake up

and you realise it's been gone for years.

I can tell you the precise moment our childhood ended.

'You know how easy it is for boys'

to lose themselves when their blood's up? When they're excited?

Just for a moment, they forget it's a game.

'It's the opposite in real war.

'Sometimes, in the heat of battle,

'it feels like it can't be anything but a game.

'Danny wasn't like us.

'He was born here, so we made him play the Argie.'

Stupid, really.

And he wanted to be a British soldier more than anything.

He knew every inch of the Rock. All its secrets and shortcuts.

I took out the gun.

So heavy in my hand, so cold.

HE SOBS

We didn't know the gun was loaded.

GUNSHOT

I can still remember the sound it made, even now.

Not the sound of the gunshot,

but what came after it - this aching, migraine of a sound.

GUNSHOT

BUZZING

'It's always there!'

Drowning everything out!

Adam, don't!

Please, come away from the edge.

Come on. Come with me now.

Come on.

It's OK. It's OK.

HE CRIES

It's OK. It's OK.

So what happens to Sinclair now?

We're taking a statement.

Then, it'll be for the Attorney General to decide.

Maybe Christian committed suicide.

Or somebody killed him with his own gun?

-Levy?

-The father takes revenge for the son?

But how would he have known that it was Christian who killed Danny?

Mr Bossano, we now know

that Christian Highsmith was responsible for your son's death.

It was a game that went wrong.

You understand what we're telling you?

Danny was taken from me by another child?

Danny was an innocent.

Just like you always said.

He's still gone.

What about Natalie?

Your silence isn't helping her.

That's where you're wrong.

It's keeping her alive.

If you want me to break it, you must do something for me.

Go to my home. Collect Natalie.

Make sure she's safe.

Why wouldn't she be safe?

Because he said he'd hurt her if I ever talked.

Who?

Truman.

This whole thing's about Truman.

After Danny died, I left my daughter, went to sea.

Moved from ship to ship.

And eventually, ended up working for Truman on the Emilia Gray.

He was involved in smuggling and he needed a new route.

Christian lost a lot of money in Truman's casino.

And the only payment Truman would accept

was access to a container ship.

But Christian changed his mind

and, one night, he came aboard the Emilia Gray.

Said he was shaming his family.

He pulled that gun.

But Truman overpowered him.

Shot him. Killed him with his own gun.

I thought it was over until Fletcher came last night with the money.

Said Truman wanted reassurance that I would keep my word.

He was scared.

He knew that Truman always makes people pay for their mistakes.

Every boy on the Rock dreams of being a soldier or a sailor when he grows up.

That dream killed my Danny.

He's at peace now.

Thank you.

Well, Brian. If things don't go your way tomorrow,

I have a spot for you out here.

Thanks. But I've got to get back home.

What about me, then?

I suppose every genius needs a sidekick.

Nah, it's too pokey for me.

Pokey? Pokey, how?

Don't listen to him, he thought Glasgow was pokey.

Well, I won't lie to you, I'll sleep easier tonight

knowing that you've gone home.

And I'll sleep easier knowing I can leave the window open

without a monkey crapping all over my bed.

-It's something to tell the grandchildren though, right?

-True enough. Ta-ra. Good luck.

-All the best.

-All the best, see you.

-Think they'll make it to the plane without getting into trouble?

-No. Probably not.

Bye.

I found this in your washing, do you need it?

-What?

-This.

Oh, no. It's been no bloody use anyway.

I still don't know what I'm going to say when I get in there.

-Well, stick it in your pocket just in case.

-This bloody thing!

You're going to throttle yourself. Let me.

Jack was right, Esther.

I didn't find anything in that file to prove they were lying.

It doesn't mean they weren't lying though, does it?

But what'll I do today? Embleton'll wipe the floor with me.

Tell the truth. Get it out. Get rid of it.

Have you forgiven me?

-What for?

-We had words.

We've had words before.

But not words-words.

If we can't have words-words and still be all right

after all that we've been through

then it's a pretty poor do, isn't it?

Come on. You'll do.

Leave your tie alone!

Oh!

That's better Dave.

Oi! Oi!

There was no sign that he was in any distress.

Distress. Declined. Distress.

Aggression!

Aggression!

Are you all right?

They're ready for you, Brian.

I want you to promise me something.

When you come out of there, whatever happens, it's done.

You leave all this in that room and you come back to me.

All right?

Aggression! Aggression!

Morning, everybody. These proceedings will commence in a few moments.

-Which one of you couldn't spell, Bill?

-Members of the panel,

you have the initial complaint from Commander Embleton?

You should also have the initial response from Mr Lane?

Whoever it was, you shouldn't have got him to write all three statements.

-Stop talking, Brian.

-Neither party has chosen to call in any witnesses.

So we will hear from Commander Embleton first.

Then we'll hear from Mr Lane before deliberating.

I bet it was you, wasn't it?

Now, if everybody's ready? Good.

Commander Embleton, would you come forward, please?

This is your opportunity to provide more detail

and our opportunity to ask questions if we deem them necessary.

-I understand.

-Please begin when you're ready.

Oh, I'm looking forward to this.

Well, as I'm sure you all know,

I've given the better part of my life to this force.

Retirement gives you...pause for thought.

It's a chance to enjoy the achievements...

-What achievements?

-Mr Lane!

And to reflect upon the mistakes.

When I first met Brian, he was a DI in Serious Crime

and I was a mere Custody Officer at the station.

Shortly after that first meeting...

..Brian Lane suffered some kind of a breakdown.

He was retired on mental health grounds.

-What's that got to do with anything?!

-Mr Lane, if you're unable to restrain yourself,

-then you'll need to step outside.

-But...

-Brian, be quiet!

As his career was declining, mine was gaining momentum.

BRIAN SIGHS

He's had to watch from the sidelines as I have risen through the ranks.

In a way, I became a kind of a barometer for his failure.

-You bastard!

-Mr Lane!

-Brian.

He must have seen that I was retiring and...something snapped.

Just as it did all those years ago.

But I realise now that this impulsive behaviour can't be helped.

It's not his fault.

And I attribute no blame to him whatsoever.

Don't rise to it. Brian, don't.

As a result, I feel it would be inappropriate of me to continue with this.

I'd like to withdraw my complaint.

Commander Embleton, are you sure about this?

I am.

What...?!

He's suffered enough.

These proceedings are at an end.

-Don't you want to hear what I have to say?!

-It's not necessary, Mr Lane.

-But I've been suspended! I have a right to clear me name!

-No, Mr Lane.

Now the complaint has been withdrawn you are no longer suspended.

-Brian, it's over.

-What do you mean, over?!

You don't want them to hear, do you?

He knows what he did! He knows!

-Brian!

-Thank you, Mr Lane.

-What happened?

-Where did Embleton go?

-What's the matter?

-Which way did he go, Esther?

He went this way.

Is this what you call "leaving it in the room"?

Not this time, Sandra.

-He's been cleared.

-No. He hasn't.

If you take another swing at me, Brian, be warned,

I'm not half cut this time.

I've got you, you bastard! Oh, I've bloody got you!

You've got nothing.

Those statements were supposed to be given independently, but the three of you colluded!

Or maybe the three of us can't spell, eh?

Good luck hanging us out to dry with that.

I left Anthony Kaye in your care!

Have you any idea what state you were in that night?

What did you think we were going to do? Take the fall?

Or stick it all on the drunk who could barely stand up let alone remember who said what?

I remember better than you think.

Why are you still buggering on about this?!

He was a scumbag! A wretched little bastard whose entire life was already mapped out for him.

-Somebody loved him!

-Not enough.

You let Anthony Kaye die!

I didn't let him die. None of us did.

We just didn't waste any time or energy caring either way.

HE LAUGHS

Yeah, that's it, isn't it?

You do care.

You care about these deadbeats, lost causes.

Why is that?

Brian!

Oh, I get it. It's because you are a lost cause.

How much of your retirement have you pissed away on dead weight like Kaye

when you should have been spending your time at home?

Brian, let him go!

There's nothing at home, is there?

Is that why you fill your head with facts and figures about other people's lives?

Have you got no life of your own?

Come back to me, Brian!

Yeah, you're right...I do care.

I'm happy for you.

And I've done more good at UCOS than I ever did before.

Yeah, working cases nobody was bothered about in the first place?

When was the last time you attained justice for somebody, eh?

Do you remember what that felt like?

Did you even know what it felt like?

Or was it always about climbing up the pay scale? Huh? Getting on?

Yes, it was, wasn't it?

That's all it was!

And to think I chased you round the Hope, round the Horn...

HE LAUGHS

..round the Norway Maelstrom, round the fires of Perdition!

What are you banging on about?!

All that time...

All those years!

I was chasing nothing more than a...grubby, self-serving opportunist.

You were never worthy of my attentions, were you?

You were never remarkable enough.

Brian...

Enjoy your retirement...Commander.

When I became a man, I put away childish things.

Here. This should be played with.

I thought you said it was a collectible?

No, put it with the other stuff for the charity shop.

Ohh. Are you all right? You hardly touched your breakfast.

-No, I'm not hungry.

-Where are you going?

-Hunting for a white whale.

-Come again?

-UCOS.

-Look at you, back in the fold and ready for anything.

You know when you asked me what would happen if I wasn't part of UCOS any more?

-Well, you are part of it.

-Yeah, but what if I wasn't?

-Why...? Has something happened?

-No. Not yet.

But if it did and things changed...

do you think we'd be all right?

Well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Hmm.

Ten years ago, I sat here and made you a promise, Anthony.

I hope you think I've kept it.

No. No, you're right.

There is one more thing.

-You told her you did triathlon?

-Yeah, I was trying to impress her.

-Yeah, but triathlon?!

-No, they do veteran's races.

Anyway, she said she was doing 10K next summer,

so I asked her what she was going to spend it on.

-Oh, no. Rumbled, yeah?

-Absolutely. Now she won't take my phone calls.

-Said I only went to the gym to pull birds.

-Well, you do, don't you?

-Absolutely.

Er...tell me. What about you and Marcia, then?

Marcia? Well, that's for me to know and you to find out, pal.

That is a really nice line, that.

I've had loads of good feedback on this.

So let me know how you get on with it. And I'll see if I can get more of that stocking for you, OK?

All right. Cheers, love. Thank you, my lovely.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Ohh! Hello, my love.

So you've came back for the two-for-one offer, then?

I really want you to know that I'm sorry.

There's no need to be sorry is there, my love? 1.29, please.

You look after yourself.

You, too.

-'Somebody loved him!

-Not enough.'

'You let Anthony Kaye die!'

'He was a scumbag! A wretched little bastard whose entire life was already mapped out for him.'

'I didn't let him die. None of us did.'

'We just didn't waste any time or energy caring either way.'

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