- You were friends with Sam Tyler. - He was more of a mentor really.
- Were you there when they found his car in the river? - The Guv found it.
My name's Jim and I've been looking for love in all the wrong places.
I've thought long and hard about this. I've spoken to senior officers
and I'm resigning from the Metropolitan Police.
I'm not asking you to be disloyal to his memory, I just...
Sam Tyler was a friend of mine, Sam Tyler died. End of.
I hear you've been in touch with Manchester.
- There were some files I was interested in. - You think he killed him.
- I don't know what you're talking about. - I think he did, too.
Two arson attacks last week.
One of Maggie Thatcher's trusty councillors
and the Green Hill Army Barracks. And tomorrow is Election Day.
My guess is whoever started these fires is waiting to put on
an even bigger show when the world and his wife will be watching.
Here you go. Never let it be said that we don't care.
- What? - It's just their way of saying,
"So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu. "
- I know... it's like Goodbye Mr Chips. - Care for something cheesy, sir?
Sorry to be a party-pooper, but Countryman's
going to keep me here a wee bit longer. Uh-uh.
D&C want me to clean house on the last three years of cases.
Build up a profile of the long-term efficiency of this department.
Oh, be a man, Jim, and let's just call it snooping, eh?
The Home Office has asked Special Branch to take care of this arson case.
- Over my rotting corpse. - My words exactly.
I told them this department led by Gene Hunt is capable of dealing with it.
I told them you wouldn't, couldn't let us down... Gene.
- Right, these attacks could be IRA. - Trust me, they weren't.
- You know something we don't? - No, I just know that I'm right.
To be fair, Jim, this is her on a good day.
Right. I want every anarchist, commie, Trotskyist,
pinko, leftie, greasy bastard student rounded up
and brought in here tonight.
- Are you sure you haven't left anybody out? - Vanessa Redgrave. - Good point.
Guv, we've got another one! Polling station.
- Anyone still inside, Chief? - Don't think so.
A passerby said she saw someone lingering around the back.
That could be our fire starter.
Drake, Raymondo... you take that side. Me and Chris will go in there.
- Risky, Gene. - Just let the Chief handle with it.
His job is to put out fires. My job is to catch scum.
Don't feel you have to prove yourself to the Guv
- cos of mistakes you made in the past, Ray. - Let's do it, Guv.
- Good man. Christopher? - Right behind you, Guv. - You are certifiable.
Thank you. I've always wanted a certificate for something.
FAINT SCREAM
- Did you hear that? - What?
Shit! Someone's trapped. Maybe there's a way in from the inside.
Ray, don't even think about it.
It's too dangerous!
Ray! Ray?!
Ray!
Help me, someone, he's gone in!
My name is Alex Drake. I was shot and... found myself in 1983.
Is it real? Or in my mind?
I have to solve the mystery of what all this means
and fight to get home because time is running out.
Bolly! Where's Ray?
- He went in. - This was your call, Hunt.
Smith! Smith!
Ray!
Ray! Ray!
Ray! Ray, it's me, mate, are you OK?
Shall I give him mouth to mouth?
That's a no then.
The caretaker said this wasn't here when he did his rounds at six.
- Anarchists? - They left a tag. Like Banksy.
I hope you're not suggesting that goalkeeping legend
Gordon Banks goes round vandalising property.
Most graffiti artists have a tag.
Artists. Not anarchists.
- Any news? - The woman in the fire was a cleaner
getting the place ready for voting tomorrow.
So the building was the target, not the person.
She'll be OK. Bit crispy, but OK. Ray... they're saying it's smoke inhalation.
Ray'll be fine. He's been inhaling smoke since he was about nine.
Chris, they'll need a picture of the wall.
That Tory councillor caught in the fire last Thursday?
My boss reckons Maggie's got high hopes for him.
One of my officers nearly died. I've got high hopes for him, an' all.
Point is, everyone's taking a gander at this one, Gene. Yeah?
The bigger picture's your bag, sir. We're trying to find an arsonist.
You shove your nose any further up Newman's arse,
it'll end up browner than bloody Gandhi in a heatwave.
Hey hey. Both of you, don't shoot the messenger.
Or anyone else for that matter.
We've located the seat of the fire. The distribution board blew out.
- It was rigged. - No petrol bombs then?
No, much more complex.
- Same device that was used in the other fires? - Too early to tell.
Political arsonist.
And tomorrow's election day.
Soon enough, we'll all be feeling the heat.
Now let's see if Viv's rounded up any anarchists for us.
Excuse me.
We're running out of space, Guv, and it's starting
- to whiff like a youth hostel. - This is pointless.
- We're dealing with a professional, not the cast of Hair. - They've all got form.
Skip, have you confiscated their lighters?
- Happy? - Can't be too careful. - She doesn't look very Anarchy In The UK.
She was arrested at Greenham Common.
She's got a mural of Wedgie Benn. Knitted.
Right! Listen up, you lot!
- DI Drake is going to give us a psychiatric insight... - Psychological.
...into the mind of an arsonist.
The motive in most cases of arson, no matter
how sophisticated, is usually a cry for help.
Why can't the bastard cry for help instead of trying to kill people?
Because he's unable to articulate underlying anger into words.
- How do we know it's a he? - Most of those convicted of arson are male.
There may be evidence of occupational maladjustment,
sexual, marital problems, alcoholism.
That could apply to half the country.
It could apply to most of the people in here!
If it was political, why remain anonymous?
Election day's the perfect soap-box.
I suggest we de-camp to Luigi's. I could do with a drink and he needs the company.
Manchester's been on. Do you want anything else sending
- down on the Sam Tyler case? - Oh, no, I'm fine, thanks.
Good to have you back, mate. You can give me
- that fiver you owe me. - You shouldn't be here, Ray.
- It's only smoke inhalation. - Good man, Ray.
That fireman, Andy Smith. I'm gonna buy him a bevvy later.
Saved my bacon.
Get a round on me, Ray.
Gene, a word?
Shaz, do you mind looking after this for me, please?
- Sure. - Thanks. Stars.
- Yeah. - Why stars?
Well, yesterday daytime... Oh, it's silly, but I looked out of my window
and it went dark and there were stars.
And then when you looked back, they'd gone.
Yeah, how did you...? CID.
Is there any reason why am I sharing my office with the bloody Tour de France?!
Can't be helped, James. Cuts in resources.
We're having to use other rooms to interview anarchists.
It's a game for you, mano et mano... that's Latin.
Oh, you smarmio tosspotio. That's Latin, an' all.
See these files, here?
These are cases dating back to 1980.
This is your past, Gene.
And it will determine your future.
All your grubby little secrets and malpractices waiting to be uncovered.
I'm gonna unearth you, Hunt.
Expose you to the air.
Good! Well, you knock yourself out. In both senses of the word.
Ray nearly died tonight trying to impress you.
Poor bloke feels he has something to prove.
We all have something to prove yourselves, Jim, every day.
Ask not for whom the bell tolls.
BIKE BELL TRILLS
It is not my fault. They are policemen, I'm sorry.
Here he is... local hero.
Hello, mate.
This is his brother, Steve.
Hello, mate. Take a seat I'll bring some beers over.
Two beers for the hero.
Don't start any fires. Where'd you get that poof magnet from?
I took it off an anarchist.
I prefer the one on the right, Ma'am.
What is it with women and firemen?
It's pathetic. You'll want to slide down his pole next.
- Such a cliche. - It's pathetic.
Oh, come on all women enjoy a crafty little
kit-kat shuffle when they think about firemen.
Would you slide down his pole, Ma'am?
- Like a shot. - Would you? - I'm spoken for.
Anyone we know?
No. His name's Julian. He's an interior designer.
You want to forget about Shaz, mate, I've got just
the girl for you. A mate gave it to me. Big Wendy.
- Is that a...? - Oh, yeah an orange.
And she says she can fit a melon up there as well.
PHONE RINGS
- Hello. - Well?
It's a booking for tomorrow night, Senor Hunt.
Yes, eight o' clock.
Have you ever come across organised arson attacks before, Andy?
- Not really, no. - Well, it's obviously somebody with a political grudge.
- Or a malcontent... - I just put 'em out.
Luigi, get this man another drink. He's a bloody hero.
He's a hero? I'm the hero. It's nearly midnight.
- Here you are, it's more your cuppa. - Now THAT is interesting -
a misogynist voting for a woman.
- Maggie's got more balls than all of 'em. - She talks more balls.
- Fair's fair, she won a war. - Who's gonna vote for Worzel Gummidge?
Labour is the only party that believes in equality and socialist principles.
They would never have gone into a pointless war like the Falklands.
Actually, Shaz... Never mind.
Have you two quite finished?
I feel like the filling in a feminist sarnie.
You boys up for a club later?
No, I don't think the missus would be too happy.
- Better be getting back, eh. - Yeah.
- You getting a taxi? - Not on my wages, mate. Bus.
- Listen, get a taxi on me. - No, Ray, it's all right.
No, I insist, come on.
- Cheers. - Any time. Any time.
Thanks, Ray.
Maybe whoever it is has made their point. Maybe there won't be any more attacks.
Right it's election day. There'll be more unless we get there first.
'Mrs Thatcher highly visible and coming in strongly. '
'Dedicated to safeguarding peace with freedom and justice.
'Steady, sensible and resolute. '
'Attack on the social services. '
'Tonight, Mr Jenkins was in Southampton.
'And he was buoyed up by the opinion poll showing the Alliance ahead of Labour. '
These fires, the fuse they've used and the way
they've set them up to blow the distribution board...
Yeah... that's someone who knows how to set bombs.
They could have used a liquid accelerant.
But my money would be on a little device like this,
it could have possibly been customised.
So we need a military adviser.
If it's a new Army gadget, they won't tell you anything about it cos it's top secret.
Well done, Ray, really good work. Really thorough. Thank you.
Well... I've had family in the Army so... I'm interested.
Maybe we could get your family on the phone to advise us?
No! They don't like to talk about it.
OK... Thanks.
Ma'am? The graffiti was being done between the
- building being locked and the fire being started. - OK.
DC Skelton. The Whitechapel Road robbery, April '81.
I'm missing a witness statement.
Well, that was a whopping big blag. There were a lot of statements...
This one is referred to in the court hearings as the most admissible.
Oh, but in the box-file, I found a whole
pack of Top Trumps Rally, so every cloud, eh?
Yeah, I was looking for those. I need someone to
help me chase down paperwork. That's you, mate.
I think the public would rather see DC Skelton
get on with doing his job... looking after them.
You going to block Scotland Yard, are you? Got to keep us losers onside.
Chris, what were you saying?
We put the word out on this graffiti tag...
- youth clubs and stuff like you said. - And?
I went through a few old charge sheets looking for a cross-reference.
- We do use our old records, sir. - Wonderful(!)
Barney Wright. Brought in for vandalism four weeks ago. Signed his statement.
Guv.
Right. No tea and no fags until you start talking, shitstick.
My dad said not to talk to the pigs, they stitch you up.
Your dad's not here though, is he?
Just me, DI Drake and my size nine boots.
Guv, these attacks involved complicated wiring.
Does he look like the brains behind that?
Who knows what these little bastards cook up in double chemistry.
We've seen your handiwork... "Maggie Thatcher - Milk Snatcher".
Is that one of yours?
- Yeah, well, she is. - What happened in that polling station last night?
I sprayed a wall. That's it. What's your bra size?
Out of your league, that's my bra size.
Your paintwork, you usually spray it around a dozen times.
Last night, just the once... why?
- Ran out of time. - What was the rush?
Somebody disturb you?
They did, didn't they?
Who was it, Barney?
- Do you two have sex with each other? - Right.
- Guv! I promised his parents... - I promised nothing.
- Help me! - He's 12!
So? Jimmy Osmond was ten and look at the pain and misery he inflicted.
- Help! - It's abuse.
- What next... water-boarding? - Typical!
I go for a confession and you want to teach him to surf!
Take that little scrote down to cell 3.
- The one that stinks of sick? - The very same. - I'll kick your head in!
When you're 18 and we finally release you,
you just might be big enough to have a crack at it.
Guv! There's been another fire.
- Anyone hurt? - Local journalist.
Nigel Trueman. He's been taken to hospital.
Started in the same way, Chief?
Looks like. The same long fuse.
You got yourself a serial arsonist.
- I'm telling you. - Ray thinks it could be someone with military intelligence.
It's not even ten o'clock and already it's a bloody war-zone.
Oh, strewth! Take a look at that signature.
- It's Cilla Black. - Unbelievable.
Yeah. I mean, why would she get involved in a blag? She's wadded.
Mind you, she is a Scouser.
Moving on.
So... Ray, stepping into the flames... must've been desperate to impress his Guv.
Where does that come from? All that macho stuff.
Dunno. It's in his blood, I suppose. Family of heroes.
Yeah? I'm intrigued. Firemen as well, were they?
I know his grandad had medals, but he doesn't really talk about it.
Medals you say.
Not firemen, then.
What do you think you're doing?
Just some stuff Jim asked for.
Jim? Jim?!
I mean DCI Keats.
I'll put it back.
We need a thorough background check on this journalist Trueman.
Who's he interviewed recently? Maybe a political group?
Maybe a local eccentric who's turned out to be a psychotic arsonist.
We could be looking at the twisted bastard right there.
If Keats is looking for fuel against me,
I've just handed him a bloody petrol station.
Yeah, and the day's not over yet, is it?
We've still got a 12-year-old schoolboy in the cells.
Atten-shun!
- Heard you were an Army man. - No, not me.
Army background. That's wonderful.
But you know what...
...I think you're a clever bloke.
Oh, yeah, how's that?
Because you didn't follow your old man.
You wanted to though, didn't you?
Because you didn't want to let him down. But you saw it wasn't for you.
And do you know why? Because you're an independent thinker, Ray.
Yeah, I can make my own decisions.
So there's no shame in not following your dad.
The Army knock that shit out of you.
It's all, "Shut up and follow orders. " Bit like your Guv.
But you..
...you're a free mind.
DCI Hunt doesn't really like that, does he?
When he was out of the picture, you made DI.
Yeah, I suppose I did.
It's all right, it's not a trick.
I'm just saying... if ever the police offer you the chance
to move on from here and be your own man, don't balk at it.
Gene Hunt is an amazing fella, amazing,
but you don't need him.
You won't be letting him down.
Join you? Is that what you're saying?
Well, it's not like switching from City to United.
We're all on the same team.
Andy? What you doing here?
Sorry, mate, it didn't feel right, you paying for my taxi last night.
- You're all right. - No, I don't rescue people for hand-outs. Please.
All right.
- Cheers. - Look after yourself.
Will do, thanks, see ya.
- Him! The one in the blue jacket. - Him? What about him?
I saw him! The bloke on his way out.
He smashed a window and climbed in. That's why I legged it.
What are you talking about, you little toerag?!
You better not be playing games with us. I'm not!
If I was looking at another day in a cell that smelt of sick,
I'd probably say it was the first person I saw.
It's the truth!
You're not gonna listen to this little snot, are you?! It was dark!
- You certain? - Too right!
You can't be serious, Guv?
He's made a positive ID, Ray.
Right, I want everything we can get on Andy Smith. You come with me.
I know it was him.
North Wessex Fusiliers. Five years.
Both Andy and his brother Steve saw action in the Falklands.
So, he's a war hero.
- Ray, with his military training, it's entirely possible. - He saved my life!
He puts 'em out, he does, not starts 'em!
We also found this. It's written by Nigel Trueman...
he's the journo who got burned in the fire.
It could be a terrible misunderstanding, but we have to check it out.
- Oh, shut it, will ya? - Ray, you don't just walk away from me!
You're a DI now... you show me you've got the balls to go and arrest Andrew Smith.
Just follow your orders, Ray, like a good puppy dog.
Guv, can't somebody else go?
No. If it's got to be done, I'll go. I'm not scared.
Right, I'm going with him.
...And excuse the mess, I'm just unpacking the shopping. Andy?
You don't need to go thanking him again, if that's why you're here.
It was enough for you to buy him a few drinks. And the taxi fare was just...
Andrew Smith, I'm arresting you on the suspicion
of the attempted murder of Nigel Trueman.
- What are you doing?! - Is this is a wind up, Ray?
We need to take your husband to the station to talk to him.
You drag him off like a criminal? What is wrong with you? He saved his life!
Take him to the interview room. Give him anything he wants.
- I don't need anything. - Treat him right or I'll hear about it. - OK. Ray?
It's possible you'll get your result and then Scotland Yard can stop fussing.
- Just so long as it's not A result. - Has to be bona fide.
Alex, you know Hunt. If he's feeling the pressure,
he'll wrap it up and get me off his back.
I'll leave it to you.
You OK, Ray?
Yeah.
Come up here to breathe sometimes, I feel like I'm choking.
That was a brave thing you did back there.
Arresting him was tough.
Yeah.
Took guts.
You remember I said as you ran into the fire, you had a look in your eye?
Yeah. I was bricking it.
No, something else.
It was the strangest look.
Go on then, I'm all agog.
It was hope.
Desperate hope.
For what?
Going into that fire was not just about helping the woman who was trapped.
It was going to help you, too.
How's it helping me?
I don't know, Ray.
But whatever it is that you're holding onto, you have to let it go.
Because it's just going to keep on eating you up, in there.
Nothing eats away at these guts, Drake.
Let's start with the first three fires, shall we?
You can make this very easy for us, Andy.
Look at these times and tell us where you were
- before you started your shift. - At home.
- Can you prove that? - Ask my wife.
You were ID'd at the polling station last night.
- I'm a fireman. I was putting out a fire. - Just before the fire.
How could someone ID me? I mean, it was dark. It wasn't me.
You know a journalist called Nigel Trueman?
Well, that's bollocks!
One Nigel Trueman.
Maybe you thought it would make you look less guilty
if you went there and saved two people's lives.
- I was doing my job, Sir. - Crap!
You thought that nobody would suspect you
if you went in there and rescued them, didn't you?
I'm not a hero. But I'm not an arsonist either.
Why did you lie about Nigel Trueman?
You must have known that we'd check that out.
- I didn't lie. - You said you didn't know him. - I don't.
This was six months ago. He spoke to me for 15 minutes.
That's not knowing someone, is it?
What did he do to piss you off so much?
- Nothing. - What made you want to kill him?
I didn't.
- Talk to us, Andy. - Yes, bloody talk!
Firemen starting fires? Whatever next, doctors killing patients?
- Believe it or not... - One thing I do know, he's our arsonist.
- You're certain after five minutes? - And you're not?
He could have clinical depression, survivor's guilt.
We need something to link him directly,
otherwise the Home Office will crucify us.
He's a war hero and it's election day.
Let me go in.
I don't know whether you lit these fires or not, Andy,
but I do know that you're still in shock about what you saw in the war.
You were trained.
Trained to kill. But they couldn't train you not to feel, could they?
- Can I have a coffee, please? - You're suffering from mental trauma.
- Black. - Is that why you joined the fire service? - Two sugars.
If you save people from fires,
it might take away your guilt at having come back from the war,
- when some of the men you fought with didn't? - Not too hot.
But the guilt won't go away, will it?
Mug would be nice.
If you lit those fires, I will get you the best therapist in this country.
Country?
Pardon?
Hmmmm. That was what I fought for.
Yeah.
Smith, A. 27677.
Your service number?
27677.
You're not stitching me up.
Can we talk about last night?
27677.
- Please, Andy. - Coffee. Black.
Two sugars. Not too hot.
Mug would be nice. Please.
I didn't do it.
I'm just getting name, rank and serial number.
He's been taught to handle interrogation.
Andy needs counselling, and we have absolutely
- no proof that he's the arsonist. - I agree.
- Oh, you agree. That's reassuring. - We haven't got any proof, so we let him go.
The only place he's going is the holding cell, and you're taking him there.
Now, DI Carling.
If we don't crack this case,
Newman will see that I join the ranks of the unemployed.
Nothing will give Keats a bigger lob-on than seeing me fail.
You can't charge him. You can't risk it.
If you take your eyes off the streets today,
and somebody burns to death, we are really sunk.
Our little pyromaniac friend is in that room.
I'm telling you, Bolly, you do not let Keats call the shots.
We need a bucket load of evidence. Starting with the wife.
Four sugars. And my biscuit of choice is the Garibaldi.
You bring my Andy home, you can have as many biscuits as you like.
What're you doing here?
Fixing my sister in law's car. Is that a crime?
Right, let's start with the first three fires, shall we? Where was he?
He went on duty... usual time.
So he could have set the fires before he started his shift.
What about the fire at Nigel Trueman's house? 9am. Where was he then?
In bed with me. OK?
- Can you prove it? - She's obviously telling the truth, mate.
Andy is suffering from shell shock.
He's a man out of control. I've got a feeling
that you are protecting him. Both of you.
Is that it?
Can I go and see him?
For what it's worth, I think they're all pissing up the wrong tree.
Cheers, Ray.
You never told me about the Falklands, you and your brother.
How many Argies did you waste?
- I didn't count. - Did you blow any up?
They were just kids, Ray.
Some of them they couldn't even hold the rifle properly, you know?
- Yeah, sorry. - It's all right.
Well, I wanted you to know, it's a real honour for me
to have my life saved by someone who served the country.
I'm really sorry.
You think he did it?
Karen, all the evidence we have is circumstantial.
If we keep him, people say we've got the wrong man.
If we let him out to light fires, we're negligent.
We're damned if we do and damned if we don't.
Want to know about feeling damned? You try being him.
Karen, I think he needs help.
This one was taken not long before he went out to the Falklands.
This one just after he got back.
Looks like the same man, doesn't it?
Yeah.
It isn't.
Might look like it is to his mates at work,
to everyone else, but when he comes home, he shakes like a leaf.
He jumps if a door slams or a car backfires.
He doesn't go to the boozer no more. Doesn't talk to me.
To Steve.
He doesn't hold me any more, he won't touch me in any...
He got burnt, his chest.
They said they'd give him a skin graft.
They might be able to fix his skin, but what about up here?
He scares the kids cos he wakes up in the middle of the night, screaming.
No kid should have to listen to that, not from their dad.
I just want my husband back.
Karen, I'm really sorry, but I have to ask this.
Has he confessed to you?
- Are you protecting him? - No!
- Just leave me alone! Just get out! - OK.
- Get out of my house! Get out, get out! - All right.
Get out! Get out of my house!
Just want to make sure he's all right.
Yeah, two minutes, OK? Or I'll get it in the neck from the Guv.
I know it doesn't exactly look good, Ray but...
I also know my brother never done them fires.
I know he didn't, mate. It'll be some anarchist bastard or the IRA, you'll see.
Ta, Ray.
What did you manage to get out of her that I didn't?
From what Karen said, Andy's worse than we thought.
And you're right, Guv, she's protecting him.
She flew off the handle when I asked if he'd confessed to her.
You got a war hero locked up on Election Day.
The Yard have told me to insist you release Andy Smith within the hour.
Andy Smith is a man out of control.
- If he's released, he'll kill again. - Your professional opinion?
Yeah, my professional opinion.
- You been putting crap in his office again? - Yeah.
Problem is that the wife and brother
are sticking together like Siamese twins in Bostik.
- What have we got here? - Streets are quiet.
No reported problems at any polling stations.
We've been putting the feelers out on PLO, Red Brigade, Anti-Nazi League, the works.
Guv, there's a problem in the cells.
Oh, Jesus. He's coming down.
- Hey, hey! Pack it in! - I know!
I will not have fighting in my cells
unless it's me doing the fighting, is that understood?
What seems to be the problem?
- DI Drake asked you a question. - I was trying to help him.
He tried to leg it, so... so I said he's only going to make things worse.
I tried to stop him.
I'm just trying to help, mate. I'm sorry.
- A man who tries to leg it sounds like a man who's guilty to me. - Come on.
Now, you listen to me. Time is running out for you, Smith.
Stop pissing me about, I know you started those fires!
- I didn't. - One, you had motive,
two, you were seen, three, your family are covering for you
and four, you're as sane as a box of frogs in party hats!
That is no way to talk to somebody with mental health issues.
Right, come on. One tiny detail that's been missed.
It's got to be there somewhere.
God is in the detail, that's what Sam Tyler used to say.
We'll look at the witness statements again.
You won't find anything, he's not guilty.
Guv, that was the hospital, about the journalist.
- Is he up for answering questions? - Might be tricky, he's dead.
Excellent! What else have you got for me?
A burning down orphanage? Couple of chargrilled kittens?
If the Queen Mother self combusted on my watch, I'd been blamed for that an' all.
Army recruitment office, Banks Street. Just burnt down.
There you go. Andy couldn't have done it, he's locked up.
I told you he was innocent. Time's up, Gene.
Newman's orders. Release him.
Good luck, mate.
Everyone thought you were mad to go into that fire, but you're still here.
Everyone thought you were mad to believe Smith was innocent,
but it looks like you're right.
I told you, didn't I?
Trust your instincts, Ray.
You won't go wrong.
Cheers, Sir.
'Tonight and tomorrow, we're going to have results from all 650 constituencies,
'but the result in terms of seats in the House of Commons'
'is going to be, as ever, decided not in... '
'Just rejoice at that news and congratulate our forces and the Marines. '
'Are we going to declare war on Argentina, Mrs Thatcher?'
'That dramatic announcement made in Downing Street
'ended 24 anxious hours for Mrs Thatcher... '
Poof.
'Mr Jenkins maintained his theme that the Alliance
now constitutes a serious threat to Mrs Thatcher.
'The SDP is now wondering whether, believing it's already
'turned support into votes, whether it can translate votes into seats.
'Tonight, Mr Jenkins was in Southampton, again deriding... '
TELEPHONE RINGS
CID.
Yes, I understand. Thank you.
The recruitment office was burnt using an electrical trigger,
just like the other fires.
So it was our real arsonist.
You've wasted time and you've put lives in danger.
Congratulations, quite a day's work.
'... Just how we reckon the new Parliament will look, and here it goes.
'Here is our forecast. There it goes - the Conservatives, 398... '
- Oh, God. She's gonna win by a mile. - Give it a rest, Granger, will ya?
Maggie versus an old boy in a duffle coat?
Do you have any idea why Andy Smith's so messed up in the head? Because of her.
What do you know about it, little girl? Eh?
- Steady on, mate, she's entitled to her opinion. - Her opinion? Based on what?
What she's learnt in some college in Bromley? What she's read in a book?
Or what her bisexual mates down the wine bar are saying? That was a brave man!
If he'd done it, he'd have confessed. Because that was a brave man!
- Why does it matter so much to you, Ray? - Oh, don't you start!
You know, I hate being right sometimes.
Apparently, that started the fire at the recruitment office,
so I asked if I could have a look at it.
- It's just a standard distribution board, isn't it? - Exactly.
But it wasn't started with a fuse wire,
and it's been doused in...
- what's that liquid called, Ray? - Liquid accelerant. Right.
- That has been rigged to look like the other attacks. But it's not. It's a copy.
- No... - By someone who knew how the other fires were set.
- Someone fairly close to Andy Smith, then. - Like his brother.
Who is probably, as I speak, planning his next target. Making sense to you, Bols?
Andy is disturbed. Steve isn't.
He'll be a lot more disturbed by the time I've finished with him.
Right, Poirot, Terry, go pick up Steve Smith.
Ray, Chris, Lady B, you come with me. Lets go have a nose round Andy's place.
Karen?
Guv?
Finchley? Shit!
He's going after the PM!
- Correct! He's planning on bombing her in her constituency! - Guv...
Will you tell the Not So Special Branch that they've
got a bloody bomb right under their noses!
He doesn't get to Thatcher. I know that!
Do you bend spoons with this amazing mind of yours?
The IRA try to, but not until next year.
Maybe I'm going to win the pools this week? No?
- Then shut up and help me find Andy Smith! - Keep a close eye on Ray.
He's not taking this very well and he won't talk to me.
Bolly, I am not here to babysit my DI.
- Bit busy saving the Great Handbag. Now move it, woman! - I'm staying here.
What the hell for?
In case we've missed anything.
He's just left a paper trail, what more do you need?
You just go, and I'll let you know if I find anything.
- Goodnight, Ma'am. - Night.
How long have you been sleeping with her?
- Is that why you were so keen to help him? - I'm not.
Is that why you started the fire at the Army recruitment place,
because you felt guilty about having an affair with Karen,
wanted to get Andy released? Make us think we'd got the wrong man?
It was a pretty rushed job.
She waited for him.
And when he came home, she still waited for him.
But although he was home,
he never came back.
She's a hero too, you know?
I love her.
I always have.
I love my brother, too.
He always looked out for me. When we were kids, in the Falklands, always.
I owe him.
- When did he find out about the affair? - Today.
When I went to the cells.
He knew Karen had lied for him.
He said he's never going to forgive her.
- Where's Karen now? - At my place.
Call her.
What?
It's dead.
Guv, Andy's not at Finchley. He's got a more pressing target. It's Karen.
Go to 29, Broad Elm Road.
- What?! - Just trust me.
You'd better be bloody right about this, Bolly.
'Proceed with caution, suspect may be armed. '
Right, Ray, Chris, round the side.
Are you coming, Ray?
Bolly, you're not the bloody Avon lady.
- Look what you've done now, eh?! - Are you having a barbecue, Smith?
Come any closer and I'll flick this.
Drop the gun. Or the whole place goes up.
- Don't do this, Andy. - Drop it!
Hey.
I want you out of here. All of you.
Now!
- Just let your wife come with us, yeah? - She's not my wife any more.
Not after what she's done!
Don't tell me what to do. I've had it, taking orders from people.
Because you're all liars!
Andy, I know you feel neglected by the Army, by everybody that you trusted.
You don't know nothing about me.
You need to talk to somebody who understands what you've been through.
Right...
So some shrink, some doctor says a few magic words
and everything's back to normal, is it? Is it?!
Doesn't bring back my mates, does it?
Take away the image in my head of when that bomb hit the ship.
Because they didn't burn to death, nah.
Nah, they melted. Right in front of me.
And I'm running to help them, but there's...
There... There's nothing. They're gone.
They're just... They're just gone.
This ain't the mark... look at it!
This isn't the mark of a hero. It's the mark of a mug.
People said, "Could've been worse, could've been your face, mate. "
But let me tell you something,
it doesn't make a blind bit of difference, cos either way,
she still finds me disgusting!
Don't you? DON'T YOU? EH?
She lied. Steve lied. Trueman lied.
He promised he'd print that I said
that the war wasn't worth losing my mates for. He didn't.
The Army lied. Thatcher lied.
Now, if you really want to help...
then get out. I'm going to give you three seconds.
- Three. - We're not going.
- Two. - Guv...
Go on, Guv, do as he says.
Get out.
And you, Drake. Go on, Chris... out.
Andy's right. What's the bloody point of it all?
Andy thought he'd come back a hero.
He is a hero.
But what the hell did he fight for?
He lost his mates.
He was neglected by the Army.
His wife betrayed him.
His brother betrayed him.
So what the hell's it all been for, eh?
What the hell's it been for, eh?
Cos you know what, Andy? I wanted to be you once.
A soldier,
like me dad.
And his dad before him. And me uncle Col.
They fought in wars.
Central Lancashire Rifles.
Medals... DSO, DSM.
And I was all ready to join up.
16 and raring to go.
And you know what stopped me?
Me.
Night before the interview, I went out and got hammered.
City had beaten United... Bell with a header... bang!
Kidded myself I was drinking to celebrate,
but I knew deep down,
that wasn't the reason.
I was scared shitless of being shot.
Of being bombed.
I was just scared of dying.
The more scared I got, the more I drank.
Well, I missed that interview.
And as far as my dad was concerned, I'd blown it.
And then I joined the police,
I thought, "This is it," but that still wasn't good enough.
And I'll never be good enough.
I've been choking on that ever since.
Anyway...
let's get this over and done with, eh?
You ready?
Yeah.
One last cigarette, eh?
Bastard lighter!
Can I light it, mate?
Please. Come on, I'm ready.
Let me light it.
Guv!
No, don't touch him!
- Ready? - Yeah.
It's OK, it's OK, it's all right.
- How did you know he was going to give you the lighter? - I didn't.
And?
I just played up to him, you know? Tried to connect with him.
Yeah, everybody knows that.
So?
If you tell anybody, I'll put itching powder down your knickers for a month.
You'll pray for a dose of the clap, just to take the heat away!
Ray, arse off the Quattro!
Everything all right, Guv?
Let me see... Gary Cooper is still a hero, Franny Lee is still a god
and Gene Hunt is still the sheriff of this shandy drinking, leotard wearing,
godforsaken, Southern shithole.
I'll see you down Luigi's.
- Night, Sir. - Night.
Carling did well. You owe him.
Cos that would have been a bloody big nail in your coffin, Gene.
Still, that's the thing about this place...
always plenty of nails.
I was right about Andy Smith and you were wrong.
Put that in your report, Jimbo. "D&C nil, Gene Hunt's guts 1."
It's funny you bring that up... your guts.
You ain't got the stomach to go where I'm taking you.
It was Ray's victory today, not yours. And he knows it.
- Turning 'em all against me? How exciting. - I don't have to.
The scales are falling from their eyes.
I hear Alex has been talking to Manchester.
That's interesting.
Night-night.
I thought you were supposed to be seeing Julian tonight?
I was. It's just... I don't think I've got anything in common with him.
- Opposites can attract, Shaz. - I think he's a bit posh for me, Ma'am.
Somebody from one class can still find somebody from another class attractive.
Maybe not attractive.
Quite fond of. In a funny sort of way.
Luigi, give me one of them large bastard Cubans.
Coming up.
He loves country walks, whereas I'm more of a city girl.
You can compromise.
- He likes jazz. - Dump him.
Stick it on the tab, good man.
Three words.
Well done, Ray.
- You OK, Raymondo? - Yeah.
I'm OK, thanks, Guv.
You had us all going with that story of your dad and the Army and that...
tears in your eyes, the works.
I had meself going a little bit.
Your dad would have been really proud of you today, Ray.
Yeah? Well, he wouldn't have told me, even if he was.
Like you'd never tell Chris that he's the best friend you've ever had.
You'd never tell the Guv that you worship the ground he walks on.
And your dad would probably never have been able to say to your face
that he was really, really proud of you today.
- Alex? - Yes, Ray?
I meant what I said...
about the itching powder down your knickers.
- Cheers, Guv. - Thanks.
'They have an overall majority, look at all of those dots,
'right from the top of Scotland,
'right the way down to Cornwall. '
MUSIC: "Shipbuilding" by Robert Wyatt
♪ Is it worth it
♪ A new winter coat and shoes for the wife
♪ And a bicycle on the boy's birthday
♪ It's just a rumour that was spread around town
♪ By the women and children, soon we'll be shipbuilding... ♪
She's D16.
- Undercover... - The undercover dolly in question is Louise Gardener.
Terry bloody Stafford.
Gene bloody Hunt.
Thanks to a tip-off from Louise, we're picking up Danny Stafford.
Did you get those files from the storage room?
Chris dragged these out of the basement, why?
Something I'm looking for has disappeared.
- You'll want to see this. - I did not put that heroin in my car.
I wish you'd run the op, not Wilson, might have been easier on me.
- You, here? - Nobody does that to me, nobody sells me out!
Chris, that's enough. I said, enough!
Sync by Lauta