He's washing his car again.
That's the second time this week.
Doesn't anybody have a life around here?
(Doorbell)
Robbie?
Robbie!
(Siren)
Oi, where are you going?
Mum!
Robbie. It's all right. It's not your mother.
- It's not your mum. She's safe. - Mum!
It's not your mum. It's not your mum.
- She's safe. - Where's my mum?
(siren)
Tracy?
Tracy.
It's DS Toolan.
Now, we need anything you can remember, love.
Anything at all.
50s.
Short hair.
Long coat.
- Did he get to Cathy? - No, no, no.
She's safe.
(Sigh of relief)
You did a very good job.
I tried to help her.
There was so much blood.
(Knock at door)
Mrs Thompson, I've got Robbie here.
It's all right, Robbie. Come in. There you go.
- Mum. - All right, darling. It's all right, sweetheart.
It's allright.
Um...where's Eileen Cleary?
- Has anyone told her? Does she know? - She's on her way here now.
All right, darling.
It's allright. It's allright.
Don't say anything. You understand?
Mum, we should tell them.
No, sweetheart, no. No.
CPS.
Miss Cleary, she's up here.
Could you keep to the right, please?
We're waiting for Forensics.
Is she hurt?
She's all right. The gunman shot a policewoman who was in the house.
- Oh, God. - It's all right. She survived.
I'm glad that you're here. I've got to get down to the hospital.
Cathy Thompson needs someone she trusts.
(Monitor beeps)
Eileen Cleary from the CPS is with Cathy Thompson now.
They've established quite a good relationship over the last few months.
We've put Cathy and her son in a hotel room for now.
But I'm going to need some help with this one.
What do you need?
Well, I shall need some firearms support units, in case we pick up on the gunman.
A couple of armed officers outside Tracy Miller's hospital room
and some extra uniform and CID.
And we'll need a tactical adviser for the armed officers.
I'll need DS Terry Reid from Edmond St.
- Reid? - Yes.
He used to work for the Met before he was booted down here.
But with his connections, he might be able to help us identify the gunman.
Well, I know but...
look, I know that he is insubordinate and a pain in the...
backside.
But, strangely enough, he and I get on very well.
- All right. Reid it is. - Good.
Have him meet me at Cathy Thompson's house, will you...sir?
Anything else?
George!
Cup of tea!
OK?
The job's done.
Inspector Frost wants you to go into a safe house.
- Where? - I don't know.
We can't keep you here for long, Cathy.
We've registered you under a false name
but we can't risk the press finding you. You have to go.
(TV on)
She'll survive.
But we can't save the arm. And she'll need plastic surgery to her face.
My God.
Doctor, I'm going to have to move her.
Not now.
Once the gunman knows he's missed his target, sir...
- This wasn't a random shooting? - No, and she got a look at the gunman.
She needs to be moved for her own safety.
In the meantime, I'll have to put an armed heavyweight either side of her door.
All right.
But she'll need post-op recovery time.
OK.
Are they the parents?
Yes, sir.
Do you want me to tell them, Jack?
No, no, Tracy Miller's one of mine. I'll tell them.
Jack...
..she's one of ours.
Mr Flynn...
..the principal witness against you was attacked in her home this morning.
As I've said on numerous occasions...
I'm against violence.
I won't be able to defend you.
If the police link you to it, you're finished.
They won't.
Because there isn't any link.
Now, you're being paid a ton of cash.
What are you going to be doing to earn it?
Whether Cathy Thompson testifies or not...
..we need to go to work on the senior investigating officer.
He's known for his non-conformist attitudes.
Perhaps he's made mistakes.
Rattle his cage, then.
(Monitor beeps)
- Inspector Frost? - No, no. DS Toolan.
Alan Hadley. This is my partner Kenny Russell.
Your super asked for a couple of teams.
This is the secure area.
Immediate medical staff only. No-one else.
Except them.
Tea and sympathy.
It's never enough, is it?
Anyway, I've asked for Terry Reid to come across.
I want to show him the crime scene.
George, I want you to stay put here.
I'll tell you how I want this handled later.
OK.
You look after my girl in there.
All right?
You can put that out for a start.
- How are you, Terry? All right? - Not so bad, guv.
- Do you know what's happening? - As much as anyone can tell me.
Cathy Thompson, widowed mother.
Self-employed bookkeeper.
Works mainly from home.
She's your principal witness in the Jack Flynn trial?
Yeah, that's right.
About a year ago, Jack Flynn came down personally from London
to teach one of his drug dealers a lesson.
Ended up here in this road.
- Flynn beat the bloke to death, didn't he? - Yeah, that's right.
What's my name? What's my name? What's my name?
Right here in the middle of leafy suburbia.
Anyway, Cathy Thompson saw it all from her study.
That's her room up there.
And as she's due to give testimony, I've had a policewoman living with her.
Duncan, is it all right for us to cross here?
Keep to the foot pads.
Jack, we've got a partial footprint.
Whatever you can get, and as soon as you can get it.
So, the gunman thought your policewoman was Cathy Thompson?
Yeah, that's right.
The bullet ended up over there.
As far as I can understand it, she tried to close the door on him.
Which threw him off his aim, right.
So, the gunshot residue there.
She got to about here.
The bullet bounced off her cheekbone and ended up in the wall there.
He then followed her through here.
Where he stood over her and delivered a second shot.
That's the probable angle.
A cold-blooded shot.
No cartridge cases?
No. Which leads me to suspect it was probably a revolver.
He didn't want to risk time picking up spent cases.
No.
The gunman was using the sound of the pressure washer as cover.
As the neighbour stopped the machine,
he'd just fired his second shot, the one that was heard.
He couldn't risk another one.
So, dead or not, he thought he'd stopped the key witness.
Now, we know that the neighbour washes his car twice a week.
TERRY: The gunman sussed the place out.
Someone must have seen him.
So, go back and talk to the whole street.
And to the households in the connecting roads.
He must have parked his car somewhere or caught a bus.
Or even used shanks's pony.
But find him.
There's armed backup if you need it.
So, off you go. Go on, chop chop.
I've got the legal vultures arriving to pick my bones.
I want you and George to go down to Denton General.
I'm moving Tracy Miller to a private hospital.
If the gunman is uncertain, he might be sniffing about down there.
- George knows the arrangements? - But I want you at the sharp end, just in case.
That's not why you brought me over here?
It wasn't because of your good looks. Now, go on.
And be careful.
(Footsteps)
All clear.
- Been a while, Terry. - Yeah, they move me about.
- Anyone check that side entrance? - Yeah.
You been in this division long?
Did firearms instructing for a while. Missed the streets.
Now.
- See you around. - Yeah.
Bravo Mike One to Bravo Mike Five, we're moving now. Over.
All right, George.
(Sirens)
Let's go.
OK, Tracy, love.
You're safe now.
Sheila?
Yeah, all right, you two.
Get your elbows off the table. Where's your manners?
- Sorry. - Thank you.
I thought you were with Mr Mullett and those CPS people.
Blimey. Give me a break. What are you doing, the crossword?
One across. "Starving police officer." Five letters. Starts with F.
No, it's the lottery. I missed it on the telly.
If I win this, I'll buy you every sandwich you ever wanted.
Not today by the sounds of it.
I'm not even close.
You can top that up for me. Eh?
Go on. Afford that, can't you? Go on.
Jack?
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
I'm fine.
Absolutely fine.
I'm fine.
- Hey... - Thank you.
Jack, where the devil have you been?
What are you doing?
I'm looking for a very important piece of paper, sir.
I've got Eileen Cleary and the prosecuting QC here.
They're looking for someone's scalp.
If we can't pacify them, well, your number is up.
In more ways than one, sir.
I heard an officer had been shot
and I knew Alan's team had been put into this area.
I phoned the station and they said he was here, but not why.
No, he's fine. He's on duty.
I spoke to him less than half an hour ago.
- I worry too much. - That's natural.
It's not too long now before he retires, is it?
A couple of years. He's getting ready to leave the force.
Been going to night school. Business studies.
He wants to open up a security consultancy.
Good for him.
He was always ambitious.
Are you all right?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
It's been a long time since I've seen you.
Yeah, well, I had a few problems to sort out.
Divorce, the kids. All that.
And I got injured on duty.
Yeah, I heard. I'm sorry.
It's a bit of a nasty one, that.
Oh, yeah.
I'm just so clumsy.
Cathy Thompson should have been in a safe house weeks ago.
Well, we could hardly force her.
She wanted as normal a life as possible.
And remember, an officer has been badly wounded.
- That's not my concern. - Well, it should be!
She's a young woman who drew the gunman away from your witness!
That's exactly the emotional response
we do not want from a senior officer when he's cross-examined.
When I am in the witness stand, I shall do my job.
In here, I expect support for my officers.
Cathy Thompson has to be on that stand when I need her.
Make sure she's there, Inspector.
QCs don't like surprises when they've built their case around a star witness.
I've spoken to Cathy.
She's ready to do as you suggest. She'll go into a safe house.
Thank you for talking to her.
Well, I've got an early start in the morning.
- I'm in court first thing. I'll get myself sorted. - Oh, Jack.
Mm?
That piece of paper you were looking for.
It's nothing to do with the trial...
is it?
No, sir.
More to do with the rest of my life.
I've known Alan Hadley and his wife on and off for the past 1 5 years.
He's one of these armed response officers?
Yeah, he was the senior man guarding Tracy at the hospital.
These firearm blokes are checked out regularly by their supervisors.
And if he is knocking his wife about, he'll be picked up somewhere along the line.
Yeah, but if he is using his wife as a punchbag, and l just don't believe he'd do that,
he could be a risk to everyone and everything when the crunch comes.
Yeah.
- Who's his patrol partner? - Kenny Russell.
All right. Tell you what, why don't you sound him out?
Tread carefully, mind.
And...
Well, if necessary, we will inform the domestic violence unit. Right?
OK, thanks.
Everything all right, guv?
Yes. Just reorganising my filing system.
Oh.
- Good night, then. - Yes.
Good night, Terry.
It's got to be somewhere, surely.
Where the... (Tuts and sighs)
(Tuts)
Oh.
Inspector, when you searched the accused's office,
you found an item of exceptional interest.
Yes, I found a baseball bat hidden behind a filing cabinet.
If I may indicate exhibit 3a on your list, my lord.
Following forensic examination of the baseball bat,
what did you discover?
Attempts had been made to wash off the blood,
but Forensics matched blood and tissue from the deceased.
And because of the texture of the baseball bat,
there were no fingerprints.
No, but er...
- we had a DNA match to the accused. - How?
Well, his hands must have sweated and left a residue on the handle.
We also took samples of saliva from a drinking glass found in his office.
So, you believe this to be the murder weapon?
Yes, I do. And I have a witness.
Thank you. That'll be all, Inspector.
Inspector,
how do you know that particular drinking glass was used by my client?
He was drinking from it.
(Tittering)
I have here a list of reprimands against you, Inspector.
(Reads) Insubordination.
Failure to comply with policy.
Failure to comply with procedure.
A dismal failure to attend to the usual administration one associates with police work.
And so on. And so on.
With respect, my lord, perhaps the court should also be told
that DI Frost was awarded the George Cross for bravery.
Unarmed, he faced a gunman and was himself wounded in the encounter.
And he didn't follow correct procedure in that instance either.
He was supposed to have waited for armed officers.
But no.
He wanted to be a hero.
I wanted to save someone's life!
Now, let's go through each step leading up to the arrest of my client, shall we?
Perhaps your emotions got in the way of correct procedure again.
With respect, my lord, is my learned friend putting the inspector on trial?
Only his reputation, my lord.
I don't work with other people. And he's an amateur.
I have my reasons. You missed the target. It was a policewoman.
How was I supposed to know that?
Cathy Thompson's being moved.
Are you sure?
My information comes from right inside the police investigation.
I didn't know about the copper in the house.
That was a last-minute decision.
This is what I want you to do.
That's Gary Tinley. He's a thug. He's done some enforcing.
Done time.
I spoke to a senior Met officer who'd had a tip-off that Tinley was being sent to take someone out.
He doesn't know where, doesn't know who.
But Tinley's worked for Jack Flynn before.
Well, two and two always made four. At least it did last time I counted.
The thing is...
he's never been known to use a weapon.
But he might be keen to win his spurs.
A gifted amateur might take more risks than a professional would.
And a professional might not want to put himself on the line again after a failure.
Flynn has brought in a hothead.
This kid is more dangerous.
George.
I want Tinley's photo given to every officer in the division.
I don't want him sneezing without us catching cold.
Check all CCTV cameras in the city centre, train stations, everywhere.
Just get him. Don't light that up.
Is DS Reid involved in this case?
Yes, he is. Why do you ask?
We consider Reid an unsound police officer.
He messed up his evidence three years ago in a major fraud case.
We lost because of him. You do know he was reprimanded?
I don't want him anywhere near us.
Well, he won't be. He'll be near me.
He's an officer who can take the flak and deliver results.
It was my decision to bring in DS Reid.
- I know about his record. - With his contacts at the Met
he's already been able to deliver some very valuable information.
All right. Inspector, the defence is looking for your mistakes.
He won't find any.
He'll cast sufficient doubt.
Forensic evidence might not be enough.
Where's my witness?
MAN: Cathy, lunch!
ROBBIE: You've burnt them! - I have not. They're just well done.
Here, try these.
Well?
- They're all right. - Chip connoisseur, he is.
- I'll cook tonight. - You don't have to.
It'll make things seem a bit more normal if I cook.
Press any one and every copper in Denton arrives in a hurry.
Don't worry, you won't need it.
Is it wise for us to handle Cathy's witness protection programme?
The witness protection officers would have moved her out of town. I've kept her in Denton.
It's irregular, but it is his responsibility.
What about the safe house?
Low-key. Two of our people are living in the house with Cathy Thompson and her son.
Yes, and there are panic buttons in every room Linked to a house alarm for immediate effect.
If they need help in a hurry, I don't want officers not knowing where to respond.
The location is registered with CID and the control room.
If they need any help in the house, it'll be there within minutes.
The information is secure. Only the officers on duty will see it.
- Even we won't be told where she is? - No.
Very well.
See you in court, Inspector.
Don't let the defending QC rattle you. It's what he wants.
Life doesn't always give us what we want.
Does it?
Ah, Trigg.
- Yes, Jack? - Just the man.
Don't tell me you're handling the Flynn case.
We didn't want you involved, Reid.
Unfortunately, your senior officers disagreed.
I hope for everyone's sake their faith is justified.
I didn't mess up that fraud case. You shifted responsibility.
I took the blame, but I couldn't prove otherwise.
I was hardly going to flush my own career down the toilet.
And you've lost the ticket?
Will you keep your voice down? Yes.
Are you sure you've won?
Of course I am. I do the same numbers every week.
It was a rollover. 5.3 million quid. How could you lose the ticket?
I don't know.
Normally I stick it on the fridge at home, or put it in my wallet and...
..sometimes I use it as a bookmark.
- A bookmark? - Yes, so that I know where it is.
- You've looked everywhere, have you? - Everywhere.
The only thing I can think of is it must be in one of those case files
that have come across my desk in the last couple of weeks.
- How many would that be? - A couple of dozen at least.
A couple of dozen.
- Well, Trigg, it must be in one of those files. - Yeah.
Oh, no!
Yes.
I'll give you five per cent.
Ten.
Seven-and-a-half.
Ten.
I never took you as a greedy man, Trigg.
I never took you as being mean. If I find it, ten is fair.
Nine, and that is my last offer.
Ten!
You know, money brings out the worst in people. You know that, don't you?
All right, ten. Ten per cent!
But you keep that zipped, all right?
I'll have to trace them all. They could be anywhere by now.
Mind you, for a yacht, a couple of cars...
- Couldn't go amiss. - Well, go on, then!
Oh, yeah, right away.
Guv'nor? Tinley's been spotted.
Armed response are there.
Right.
(Siren)
- Still in there, then, is he? - As far as we know, Jack, yes.
Shots fired. No injuries.
Shots fired. No-one hurt.
Stop! Armed police!
- Jack? - Yeah?
They've lost him.
What?
Oh, sh...
All right. All right. They've lost him. They can find him.
Tinley has got to sleep somewhere.
Hotel, motel, bed and breakfast...
Or he's got a contact here.
He's an out-of-towner. Odds are, he won't have anywhere to go.
He's got to be somewhere.
(Breathes heavily)
From that footprint we recovered from the house, traces of industrial oil
used more generally in metal cutting, polishing, grinding.
And there were traces, tiny particles, of metal filings.
- Oh? So, he wasn't a dentist, then? - Not one I'd go to.
Now, ballistics.
The two bullets, .38 calibre, recovered from Thompson's house.
Both from the same gun, of course,
and responsible for your young police woman's injuries.
These two bullets were recovered from the warehouse.
They were fired at those two officers.
Don't tell me they're from the same gun.
No mistaking it.
A Smith & Wesson type revolver, giving the bullet five grooves.
Grooves and lands of equal width, and a right-hand twist.
Are you trying to tell me that the older bloke gave his gun to the new fella?
Not for me to figure any of that out.
But it's the same gun.
Now, I'm off home.
Aiding and abetting you is one thing, but overtime is murder.
- Cheers. Thanks a lot. - Cheers.
Sheila?
I'm going to be late for class, love.
You take your time.
Don't drive too fast.
If I'm going to start a business in a few years, I'd rather put office rent into a bigger house.
Work from home?
- Can we afford this? - Why not? Sell this place no bother.
It's better we get a mortgage while I'm on the force.
What do you think?
Brilliant.
I knew you'd like it.
- I'll see you later, eh? - Bye, love.
Bye.
(Sighs)
- Are you all right, Kenny? - Hello, sarge.
- Close one today. - It was OK. Everything was under control.
Sorry he got away, mind.
- Can I get you a refill? - I can only drink so much of this stuff.
Once we're off this alert, I can get back to having a pint.
So, you and Alan been partners long, then?
Coming up for three years now.
Yeah, you're lucky being with him. He's a good man.
First-rate. We work well together.
This studying he's doing must pile the pressure on him a bit.
He seems to take it in his stride. Nothing seems to faze him.
I've got to get going, sarge.
- Yeah, all right. I'll see you, Kenny. - Aye.
What about Gary Tinley?
He's taken the heat off you.
Cathy Thompson's been moved to a safe house. I don't know where yet.
You're running out of time. I can't get to her if you can't find her.
My insider will get word to me. Just be ready.
(Sighs)
Do you hear me? I'm a day away from my testimony.
I just want this bitch shut down.
All right?
What are we going to do with you tomorrow?
I don't know. Malcolm's good at Tomb Raider.
He's got a PlayStation 2 at home.
Malcolm?
DC Chandler. He's all right.
You can beat him, can you?
He's fairly old, so he's a bit slow.
Are you all right, Mum?
Yeah, of course I am.
A bit scared. Aren't you?
A bit. We'll be all right, though.
We know the same gun was used in both incidents.
We know there's collusion here, but we can't make any physical connection
between our first gunman and this new kid on the block.
George?
A picture is emerging of a man in his 50s.
Over a period of two weeks, a blue Sierra was parked here,
here, and here,
a mile or so from Cathy Thompson's house.
Now, that car has not been seen since Tracy Miller was shot.
WPC Miller gave us a partial description.
It's not much, but it's better than nothing.
Forensic evidence suggests we check out engineering works,
garage workshops, and metal cutting yards.
There you have it - an old blue Sierra, man in his 50s in a three-quarter-length coat.
There can't be many of those out there.
Well, come on. I'm not sending out invitations for you to join me on this.
Terry, I want you to double-check Cathy Thompson's personal life.
You know, new friends, blokes, numbers of their cars.
- Anything at all. - Yeah, all right.
George, nip to the prison.
They do random monitoring checks on pay phones.
See if they came up with anything Jack Flynn might have said.
Jack.
- I'm on my way to court. - It won't take long.
Now, one of your case files was sent down to Customs and Excise.
Now I gather that Sergeant Brady has requested a constable to retrieve it.
Brady? Oh, not...
(Clears throat) Brady, Brady. Yes.
Yes, that's... That's right, sir.
I forgot to enclose part of my report. I will sort it.
This isn't a courier service.
I can't have officers fetching and carrying.
No, sir.
- Your chicken and mayonnaise sandwich. - Thank you.
You told Brady.
Now half the station will know.
I can't do this on my own!
Many hands make light work.
Many hands make a swarm of pickpockets, more like.
How much of the pie is he getting?
Two-and-a-half percent.
Two-and-a-half per...
Of your portion.
Well, yeah. But then there are all the others.
- The others? - Yeah.
One-and-a-half per cent here and there. I have a cash-flow problem, Jack.
This is a major operation. I need more working capital.
- What? - I made assurances on your behalf.
Well, you can unmake them!
- But l... - All right!
Whoever finds it, I shall make sure that they are all right!
That is my last offer!
- Yes, but... - All right!
With a bit of extra for everyone else.
Well, my guv'nor's concerned that Flynn might be controlling a contract killer,
while he's banged up in here.
We can't stop him using the pay phone. That's his right.
There's no chance he could smuggle in a mobile.
No.
But you can check your random monitoring records on all the pay phones.
See if there's anything that might give us a lead.
I'll go through them myself.
Thank you.
- Is that Tinley? - Where?
- Blue shirt, just turned the corner. - I missed him.
- Looks like he's heading for the channels. - You sure?
Call it in, Kenny.
(Activates siren)
He must have come in further up or we'd have spotted him. Go right, Kenny.
Alan, I'm at the south entrance. It's clear.
(Gunshots)
Hadley and Russell spotted Tinley.
By the time the back-up team got here, Kenny Russell was dead.
Single shot to the head. He was dead before he hit the water.
Messy and disagreeable, Frost.
You attract them, don't you?
Mm. Like bees to honey.
Flies around something less pleasant, more like.
Alan Hadley fired off two rounds at Tinley.
He's made a positive ID.
- Did he hit him? - No.
- Where's Hadley now? - He's being treated for shock.
- Did you get a statement from him? - Yeah. Inquiry's already started our end.
He'll be off duty till it's sorted.
Did Tinley get Russell's gun?
Yeah.
Oh, that's bloody marvellous, that is, isn't it?
Now he's running around with an MP5 sub-machine-gun.
Which is why he probably tossed this.
Two shots fired.
Maybe this Tinley isn't such an amateur after all.
Maybe he's a top man.
Maybe the information from your tip-off was wrong.
My contact's information is good.
Well, now that the first gunman's out of the frame, how do we catch this killer?
(Door opens) - Well...
we've got a check on most hotels and motels for Tinley.
But as far as B&Bs are concerned, we've got no chance.
Then we'll have to wait and see if he pokes his head above the parapet.
Oh, I don't know. McKenzie's right.
There are too many guns. Them, us...
It's getting less to do with detective work.
It's getting more like a shooting war.
Dixon of Dock Green days are long gone, Jack.
I know. They shot him as well.
Hm.
Let's go down to the mortuary.
See if they've got the pathologist's report on Russell.
Evening, all.
(Whispers) Robbie...
I've been thinking.
I'm supposed to go to court tomorrow.
I don't want to go through with this any more.
What do you want to do?
We could run away.
Where would we go?
Anywhere you want.
Single shot to the head, an oblique angle,
which entered below the right ear.
Death was instantaneous.
TERRY: How faraway was the gunman when he shot Russell?
I confirm the measurements Forensics took from the triangulation.
Almost nine-and-a-half metres.
How much is that in old money?
Say 30 feet.
30 feet.
I would say the killer came from behind the dead man's right shoulder.
The victim turned his head slightly.
Not his body. Just a slight movement of the head.
Probably after the first shot.
(Mobile rings)
Yeah?
Thank you, Doctor. It's erm...
That's most helpful.
It's Tinley. They've found him.
And about time.
Can we move up the road, please? Come on, up the road. Up the road.
POLICE RADIO: Target in sight. Slow-moving traffic. ETA two minutes.
Roger that.
Tinley used the B&B last night and paid in cash.
The owner scanned the 20 note he gave him. It was forged.
He phoned his local nick. They told us.
We got a very good description.
- OK. Where's Tinley now? - Bradley Road.
In a dark blue BMW 5 Series.
Traffic have kept tabs with CCTV.
- Where will you take him? - At this junction here.
He's one minute away. The van will block the road.
Hang on, hang on.
He's already killed a copper.
And now he's armed with an MP5.
We have to contain him. There's too many people.
I know, but if he sees their van pull out there, he'll cut down this street.
No. I'll drive out and block him.
No go, sir. That's too risky.
My car fits in round here much better than that van.
- Just get the van in here. - Sir, there's no way I'm...
Just get the van parked in this road here.
All he'll think is that I'm just a clumsy old sod, with a bit of luck.
Pull across him and you get down on the floor.
- In a hurry, all right? - All right.
200 yards! Behind the Post Office van!
(Tyres screech)
Do you want to die, old man? Get out the way!
- What sort of bloody driving is that? - My foot slipped off the clutch.
(Shouting)
Look at me! Keep looking at me!
All right!
You didn't duck.
Oh...
No, I forgot.
You were sent down from London to kill a witness.
I want to talk to a brief.
You can't question me like this.
Ah! No! You see, that is where you are wrong.
My superintendent signed an order to the contrary.
He doesn't want your London brief in here,
in case he alerts other people who are yet to be arrested.
Not only would that be an obstruction to justice,
but it would put other people's lives in danger.
There's gunshot residue on your clothes.
The bullets fired were from a gun used in an attack on a policewoman...
..fired at two officers in a warehouse,
and finally in the killing of one of those officers earlier today.
You see, it doesn't matter how tough you talk, killing a copper gets you 20 years.
- I didn't kill anyone. - Oh, come on, Gary.
We've got the gun.
I picked up the gun like I was supposed to.
I admit I fired at them a couple of times in the warehouse and then I legged it.
- I dropped it. GEORGE: Where did you get the gun?
Bridge Street.
In the public toilets.
It was put there for me, in one of the old cisterns.
Who sent you on this job?
Well, it was Jack, wasn't it?
Jack Flynn.
I tell you that and I'm dead in a week.
He's set you up.
We know. We've had a tip-off from London.
Cos you see this?
You see this wad of dosh, eh?
Well, it's all fake.
We were meant to rumble you.
Don't you get it?
He's set you up!
You murdered a police officer when they chased you this morning.
Where's that MP5?
JACK: The sub-machine-gun.
You what?
The one that you took off the dead officer.
I didn't kill anyone and I don't have any guns!
I lost mine.
I told you. I dropped it when I legged it from that warehouse.
George. Get down to the Bridge Street area and check all those CCTV tapes.
If Tinley did pick that gun up, then the gunman must have planted it.
- We know what the time frame is. - Right.
- And George? - Yep.
Get the fingerprint people down there in the toilets, will you?
Ah, Jack. Anything?
No.
No, he's admitted to firing the gun, but not to the killing.
And there's still no trace of Officer Russell's firearm.
We've got forensic evidence he fired the gun.
I know, but that's mainly on his clothes.
The faint trace on his hands could have come from the gun he fired in the warehouse chase.
Jack, there's a time limit on this.
There's only so much I can do.
Yes, I know. I know.
Sir.
We'll have those tapes here ASAP, Jack.
What?
The tapes.
Yes, the tapes. Sorry, George, I was miles away.
I just had a horrible thought.
Yes...
If I were Tinley,
and I wanted to fire a gun at you from 30 feet, where would I aim?
The biggest target, the body.
Exactly.
But I fire one shot and I miss, what would you do?
I'd duck. Spin round.
Get out the way.
But I have time for another shot that hits you in the side of the head
before you can turn and face me.
That would be a very fast second shot, Jack.
Could be a lucky one.
Yeah.
But what would happen...
..if I hit you with the first bullet...
..and then fired another round
to make everyone think that I'd missed you with the first one?
Then you would throw us all off the scent.
And you'd be a bloody good shot.
Yeah. Too good.
Terry Reid knows more about guns than anyone else around here. Where is he?
Something's not right here, Sheila.
And I think you're a part of it.
This is more serious than you getting thumped.
What?
I'm not stupid.
Something's got out of hand, hasn't it?
Sheila,
tell me what's going on.
I know Alan.
He wouldn't hit you.
Oh, God, Terry.
I don't know what to do.
I'm so ashamed.
You know I love Alan.
I always will.
But Kenny...
It was unbelievable.
He was just so exciting.
The sex.
He was the one hitting you.
I didn't care.
Because I wanted everything about him.
I'd have done anything for him.
I did.
And the bruises? What did you tell Alan?
I told him I'd...
walked into the car door.
The corner of a cupboard, anything I could think of.
Alan believed me.
- Oh, I don't think he did. - No, no.
He did. He did.
It was going to be a whole new start.
New house. New business.
I'd have walked away from Kenny.
It would have been finished.
Well, it is now.
I think it was Alan who killed him.
Oh, God, no! Please no!
- Where is he? - I don't know.
Where's his car?
(Mobile rings)
Yeah?
You've sussed it, haven't you?
The angle of the shots in the pictures.
They just didn't look right.
I reckon it was the first shot that killed Russell.
And it was too good for any amateur.
- Where are you? - Alan Hadley's house. I found the weapon.
Hadley's wife was having an affair with his patrol partner.
It was Alan who killed Kenny Russell.
He's not here.
Where do we find him?
Knowing him,
my guess is the scene of the crime.
But I don't think there's any hurry, guv.
Phone Reid.
Tell him.
God, no!
No, please no. I'm so sorry.
I never wanted him to do that. I'm so sorry.
You broke him. Shut up.
- I'm so sorry. - Shut up!
(Reads) I thought I could live with it.
But I can't.
And that's all.
After he shot Russell, he picked up the MP5 and put it in his sports bag.
The area car took them back to the station.
He took the bag home. Nobody thought twice about it.
Bad day for the service.
And a horrible waste.
Perfect opportunity. It would have been the perfect crime.
He'd have got away with it if he hadn't been a crack shot.
And had a conscience.
Alan Hadley was one step ahead.
We were chasing a gunman.
Hadley picked up the weapon that Tinley dropped.
Well...
Perfect plan handed to him on a plate.
He calls in with a fake contact on Tinley and then tops his partner.
I wonder if he ever thought that Tinley might do anything stupid.
Against the firearms unit?
It would have tidied everything up, wouldn't it?
We would have thought Tinley was the killer if he'd been killed when we stopped him.
Yes.
He must have known about this affair for some time.
Oh, yeah.
Bottled it and bottled it.
Anyway, it's all done and dusted.
Meanwhile, we've got a witness under threat.
Yes.
So Gary Tinley was a setup?
It all points that way.
- Distracting us from the real contract killer? - Who's still out there somewhere.
Well, at least he can't have knowledge of the safe house.
I suppose we'd better just sweat it out, then.
Yes, sir.
I thought I'd find you in here.
Had a few, have you?
Enough.
Going on a binge, are you?
I get a bit sick of you using your mouth as a cattle prod.
Yeah, I think I know what you mean.
Anyway, things being a bit different, I might have tied one on with you.
All right, if you want to stay in here for a couple of hours, I haven't seen you, right?
Just make sure you get a cab home and don't do anything stupid.
Look, this is not the sort of thing I say out loud too often.
But the reason why some of us do this job is because we care.
I know it sounds a bit naff, and all of that.
But you know I care.
And I know you care.
So what?
I can't help what the courts do,
or what some of these fancy lawyers get away with.
But all I know is if I can nick a few of those low-life out there,
then that's what I'll do.
So, if you're up to it...
..I've got a gunman out there.
And I need your help.
All right.
Please yourself.
We know the time frame when Tinley must have found the gun...
but there's no sign of the other man.
He's in there somewhere.
We've got his description. We just have to match it to a picture.
Anything, Jack?
Er, no... No, nothing. Not yet, sir, no.
- Oh, Jack. - Yes.
I've... I've just heard.
Hm?
Well done.
5.3, eh?
Million.
Yes, yes, that's right, sir.
Possibly. Well, probab... Well, definitely.
If, um...
..l can find my ticket.
You've lost it?
Hm? No, I've just mislaid it. It's...
probably in one of my case folders, you know, somewhere.
You're untidy, Jack.
You've always been untidy.
I knew it'd catch you out in the end.
Well, I am looking for it, sir.
Yes, so it seems is half the station.
Of course I'm the last to know.
Well, um...
Just keep me informed, will you? On the gunman, that is.
And that as well... Yes, sir, I will.
(Drink clatters down)
- George? - Yeah?
You'll be home for tea, yeah?
Yeah, of course. See you, love.
Ta-ra.
There's something. That's him.
There's prints all over that toilet cubicle.
Well, what did we expect?
There's a Sierra in the background.
JACK: Can we identify the numberplate?
I'll run a check on it now.
Good.
JACK: I'll have him, I will. We're close, I know it.
Double security at the court.
If he's going to try again, that's where he might have a go.
Right.
Oh, Mullett was looking for you earlier. Seen you, has he?
Yes, he has! And I suppose you know?
Well, Trigg did ask me to check a few files. Well done, Jack.
Remember your friends, won't you?
I expect to have a few more of those before long.
TERRY: Here's our man.
Almost better than a lottery win.
Not you an' all.
- You didn't make me any. - You were doing the checks.
- There's no sugar left. - No, they'll bring some tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
TV: Go for it!
- You can't do this. - There's a shop just down the road.
If you don't say anything, nobody'll know. It's cool, yeah?
Everything all right? Where's Chandler gone?
He's checking the garden.
(Whispers) You stay here.
You all right, Robbie?
The window's shining on the screen.
Could you pull down the blind?
What did your last slave die of?
Hard work.
- Where's your mum? - Dunno. Upstairs, I think.
(Alarm blares) - Robbie, get down!
- Mum! Mum! - It's all right, stay here.
Cathy! Take Robbie upstairs.
Sugar.
You went out for some sugar!
And you let him!
- Sir... - Shut up!
I've got a witness wandering the streets with her son.
She could have been murdered!
And all because you wanted to go to the corner shop for some sugar!
You're both suspended from duty with immediate effect pending an inquiry.
And clear your desks out of CID.
In fact, if I were you, I'd start looking for other employment now.
Get 'em out of here, Sergeant.
Sir. Come on, out.
We failed to protect her. No wonder she did a runner.
She's supposed to testify tomorrow.
Well, she won't testify now.
I know, I know.
Dear God, what a mess.
I want those two publicly flogged.
MULLETT: Flynn could walk.
Walk? He'll be skipping.
Why did Cathy do a bunk?
Why?
The panic button had our people swarming all over here in minutes.
She took their coats.
And a bag.
That's hardly a spur of the moment decision.
No, it isn't, is it?
Someone gave this location to the gunman.
Insider.
One of us.
It wasn't one of my people.
So she planned to run away.
Well, she's frightened.
TERRY: Maybe she can't face Flynn in court.
What else?
Her testimony.
What?
Scared that something might come out in court?
Yeah.
Something she hadn't told us.
FROST: We'll just have to go over everything again.
I want all her clients checked.
See if she ever did any bookkeeping for Jack Flynn or anyone associated with him.
There could be a connection.
PRISONER OFFICER: Lights out!
(Thunder rumbles)
GEORGE: Jack?
(Yawns) Yes?
Her testimony is sound.
Her evidence is totally consistent with Forensics' evidence.
All the pieces fit.
Cathy Thompson saw the murder.
Well, something is wrong somewhere.
If we don't find out what it is,
it could mean the difference between Cathy Thompson living or dying.
Guv'nor, I can't find anyone anywhere in her business remotely linked with Flynn.
But there's something wrong here.
Mm?
He's a self-employed builder. She did his books.
But she's billing him for work at his office on the day of the murder.
Here are the hours she worked.
(Groans)
Oh!
Dawn already. Blimey.
Yeah, and you not back in your coffin yet, eh?
I can't do these all-nighters any more, Jack.
Right. Well, builders are up with the sparrows.
I want you to go down to his office and check those dates. Goodbye.
- Ah-ha-ha-ha. - Where will you be?
Hm? We are going to Cathy Thompson's to make sure that we haven't missed anything.
All right? Come on.
(Both sigh)
JACK: No, the timings are all wrong.
She couldn't have been working with a client and been here at the same time.
She went across...
All right, all right, I'll go through it with you.
She went across the landing to her study.
Right, to the study. Here we are.
She comes in the door, steps across to the window.
Do you know what?
That room was her study.
I'll bet you. Look.
That mark there, on the carpet.
That's where the filing cabinet was.
This mark here, on the door?
It's a scuff mark...
when she took her desk out of this room and dragged it into that room.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
This was her kid's room.
That's right.
It was Robbie who saw the killing.
He told his mother when she came home.
She switched the rooms to stop him being a witness.
That's why they've run away!
The battery's flat. You didn't charge it, did you?
- You never do. - I haven't had much chance lately.
- Who are you trying to phone? - Someone who'll help us.
So we're not going?
Of course we are. I promised, didn't l?
I don't know where she is!
- You'll just have to delay things. - I can't obstruct the court!
We could come up with a procedural matter.
There you are. A procedural, Mr Sullivan. You can do that, can't you?
You've got to buy us time.
A point of law, or something.
The best we'll get is a recess until 1 0:30 tomorrow.
After that, Flynn'll be a free man.
But when this is over, you'll be lucky if they let you issue parking tickets.
(Tuts)
She never confided in you, did she?
Somewhere she might go. Friends that we don't know about.
No.
Inspector, Mr Sullivan's got a point, though.
This won't do your career any good.
Hm. Nothing much ever has. Don't let that worry you.
- You tell Sullivan about Robbie? - No.
If I'd have done that, he'd have to inform the court.
As far as he's concerned, Cathy is still his witness.
No, the fewer people who know the better.
- Right, have you got anything? - No, nothing yet.
We've stripped Robbie's room an' all.
But there's a clue in here somewhere.
Right.
I know I've been stupid. Just tell me what to do.
Wasn't Robbie's father in the air force?
Yeah, RAF regiment.
He was killed in a motor accident when Robbie was five.
That explains all the models and war films.
I should have stayed closer to Cathy, instead of letting her fester away at home.
She needed someone to talk to.
If she was going to talk to anyone, it would have been Eileen Cleary.
If she didn't talk to her, then you had no chance.
Mm.
Eileen Cleary?
You can't be suggesting she's implicated?
She is the only one who has established any level of trust with Cathy Thompson.
She is the only one who has access to this station.
And someone has seen the list of installed alarms and the location of the safe house.
There's no-one in this visitor's log who wasn't escorted to wherever they were going. Hm?
Actually, sir, she was here last Wednesday.
She, um, called to see Inspector Frost.
Mr Frost was out and she came up here to see you.
Well, I was here all day.
I never saw her.
Let's search her office and her home.
No, we've no grounds. No evidence.
It may be a misunderstanding.
- Look... - We need more!
- We need evidence. (Door opens)
That Sierra plate - excuse me, sir - it's registered to a George Starkey, 53 years old,
dishonourable discharge from the army 20 years ago.
He did time, worked in the prison machine shop.
He and his wife moved from London three years ago.
- Have you got their address? - Yeah.
All right, send in the heavies.
Brady!
Sir.
GEORGE: Anything from the random monitoring?
From what we can see, Flynn's made no use of the public phone.
So someone smuggled a mobile past your security.
- Flynn, up against the wall! - What is this?
- What are you doing? - Spread 'em.
He's clean, sir.
Smith, give me your phone.
- Sir? - Give it to me!
Get Flynn back in his cell.
Take him to the governor's office.
Starkey's wife isn't implicated, but we found this lot hidden in his shed.
Starkey wasn't at work. He'd clocked off early.
How can we find him in time?
Jack. A crooked prison officer carried Flynn's mobile.
Look at that number.
(Mobile rings)
Jack?
Yes, Miss Cleary.
Not quite the Jack-in-the-box you were expecting.
Inspector?
- I'm sorry. I don't understand. (Doorbell)
Is that your front door bell?
Yes.
Why don't you answer it?
And we'll talk later.
Right. Yes, thanks.
This time you won't shift the blame.
You've got a six-year-old son.
So you and Cathy Thompson had a lot in common.
Single mums, working hard, doing well.
I have nothing to say.
Your son is going to go into foster care when you go down.
You leave him out of this.
Phone records show that Flynn received a call from you and a minute later he phoned Starkey.
Cathy phoned you, didn't she?
She told you where she was going.
Was she asking for help?
All this pretence about caring for her, being her friend,
protecting her in this case against Jack Flynn.
I tried to talk her out of testifying right to the end.
And when she didn't, you stood back and let Flynn send in a killer?
I have nothing to say.
A policewoman is severely injured.
A vital witness's life has been threatened because you betrayed her.
You told Jack Flynn.
He sent a gunman to her front door and now she's running for her life.
To where?
I have nothing to say.
He's going to kill her and the boy.
Jack Flynn is the father of my son!
Seven years ago I was part of a prosecution team against Jack.
I got involved, all right?
I got involved!
Where has Cathy taken the boy?
I have nothing to say.
Well, we're up a blind alley now.
Cathy Thompson is expecting to meet Cleary somewhere,
and it's Starkey who's going to turn up.
Cathy's a practical woman. She plans things.
She wouldn't just be wandering the streets.
She's going somewhere.
Where has she taken her son?
Wait a minute.
I've just seen photographs of Robbie taken in front of aircraft at...
Cranockdown Air Museum.
That's 70 miles away.
How do you entice a child not to be frightened when you run away?
You promise to take him somewhere special.
TANNOY: Visitors, please note this is the final announcement. The museum is now closing.
We hope you've enjoyed your visit to Cranockdown Air Force Museum
and that it won't be too long before we see you again.
We apologise for any inconvenience due to the refurbishment to the main hangar
but hope it didn't spoil your tour of the other exhibits.
Will visitors please make their way to the main gate?
Come on, quick. I want to see the guns before they close.
Come on, Mum. Hurry up!
Mullett wants me armed.
I don't.
I'm not asking you to go in there if you think we should be tooled up.
God, no. You get into enough trouble.
- I hate to think what you'd be like with a gun. - Very funny.
Mum, what time do we have to go?
We're supposed to stay here.
Miss Cleary's sending someone. All right?
OK.
(Distant thunder)
Mum, come on. I want to go now. I'm hungry.
Ssh, Robbie.
Stay there.
Robbie, come here.
(Thunder rumbles)
Come on.
OK, we're going out the window, all right?
(Helicopter approaches)
Oh, thank God.
Go.
(Sirens approach)
Seal the perimeter! Don't move till we tell you.
Guv'nor! Over there!
Get him in here, get him inside. Get him inside.
That's it.
He's all right, he's breathing.
He's fine. He'll be all right.
JACK: Cathy?
Over here, Mr Frost!
Stay where you are. We'll find you.
- You go that way, I'll go this way. - All right, yeah.
OK, you wait here.
When I shout, you run for Mr Frost.
Mum, don't be daft. You've got to come, too.
Do as I say. There's no time to argue. You understand?
Robbie!
Run, Robbie! Shout for him now! Over here!
JACK: Robbie!
Where are you?
Robbie, here! Come on!
Good boy.
(Cries out)
- Mum! - I'm all right, darling!
(Cries out)
FROST: Give it up, Starkey!
We've got the boy!
Starkey!
Get in here now!
(Shouting)
Robbie!
You took your time. I nearly got my bloody head blown off.
Couldn't you have found a brighter light so he had a clearer shot?
You ungrateful sod.
I didn't know what I was switching on. It could have been a hairdryer for all I knew.
Thanks, I need that.
My lord, I really must protest.
I apologise, my lord, but there's no earlier time in which I could have advised the court.
I suggest you've tried our patience long enough, Inspector.
My key witness lied.
- You admit it? - Yes.
To save her child's life.
We're not charging her.
But we are preparing additional charges of conspiracy to murder against the accused.
It was her 1 2-year-old son who witnessed the killing.
And he'll now testify on camera.
My lord, this is most irregular.
Another example of Inspector Frost's failure to comply with procedure.
But I am complying with my duties as a police officer
by bringing those responsible to book.
Wouldn't you agree, Mr Maynard?
FROST: I'm very pleased to have met you.
You've got a very brave mum.
And you've looked after her like a real soldier.
Your dad would have been proud of you.
- Thank you, Inspector. - My pleasure.
Can I get a copy of me on tape?
I don't know about that. It's highly irregular.
- I'll see what I can do. - Yeah, great.
- Bye, Inspector. - Goodbye.
She could have just kept quiet from the beginning.
Yeah, but she wanted to do the right thing.
Yeah.
There you are. You can finish those reports.
You'll be pleased to hear Tracy Miller's off the critical list.
Good. Good.
You know, with Cleary's help, Flynn must have caused a lot of harm
to innocent people over the years.
It's always the innocent who get hurt, no matter which way you look at it.
You try explaining to Cleary's six-year-old son why his mother isn't coming home.
Ha!
TRIGG: I've got it!
- I've got it! - Yes!
I've got it!
- Trigg! - Yes!
Have you got it? You found it!
It was in your monthly assessments that you'd given one of the DCs to finish off.
- A junior officer doing your reports? - On-the-job training.
Let's have a sniff of five million quid.
Look at that. Well done, Trigg.
Well done.
No more bloody overtime now, eh?
- But this was issued two months ago. - I know.
I buy them eight weeks at a time so I'm covered.
- Yes, that's it. You're covered. - Yes.
Jack, Jack. This was issued nine weeks ago.
What?
It was issued er...nine weeks ago.
Wait a minute.
You went in and bought another one Last week, Jack, surely.
- You didn't? - Well, no, of course l...
Well, I thought I had another week to go, didn't l?
Oh, you berk.
We could have all been happily retired by the end of the month.
GEORGE: Oh, Jack.
- Oh, George. Do me a favour... - No, no. Please, please, please.
Oh.
Paperwork, Jack.