# How can l be sure
# ln a world that's constantly changing
- # How can l be sure... - (STATlC CRACKLES)
# Where l stand with you?
(MUSIC BREAKS UP IN STATIC)
(CLASSICAL MUSIC)
(MAN) ..a case of...
(MAN) We can find triangles in any other quadrilateral
by simple bisection.
When we draw an angle through a rectangle,
we of course reveal two triangles.
One angle will always be 90 degrees.
- Simple. - WouIdn't get too smug, mate.
You'II be repIaced by the IoveIy Lorraine KeIIy.
l've treated other cases exactly like Sam's.
Exact in every way.
And in each case, it was a full recovery
with no cognitive functions affected for the long term.
Why should being comatose this long have any mental side effects?
(MAN # 2) The mind's fragile. Who's to say what's been damaged?
Maybe not cognitive skills, but other things.
- His sense ofjudgement? - There's no evidence of a decline.
What are you basing your theory on? Guesswork?
No, Dr Matthews, it's called instinct.
Instinct?
l'm telling you, he's not going to come out of this all there.
Don't Iisten to him. He's taIking boIIocks.
He's basing this on a hunch, for Christ's sake.
What do you think, Sam? How's your sense ofjudgement?
Jesus, just teII me my brain wiII be aII right.
Say something. Come on. Come on!
(KNOCKS AT DOOR) Sam? It's me, Annie.
Now, we don't have to stop at the one bisection.
Take the cube.
The cube offers us numerous possibilities
for liberating as a geometric shape.
Guv's waiting outside. PhyIIis just took a caII.
IRA. A bomb's been pIanted outside a schooI.
We've got 15 minutes. Dynamite.
Shit.
Ooh.
Hang on a minute. Dynamite?
(GUITAR-BASED ROCK MUSIC)
(CHRIS) Why bIow up our city?
Why can't they bIow up somewhere eIse, Iike CIeethorpes?
Guv, this doesn't make sense.
What part of ''wiII expIode in 15 minutes'' can't you grasp?
It can't be the IRA. They don't use dynamite.
They never wiII, or... I mean, have.
(SAM) That bomb Iast month in London?
WeedkiIIer and sugar. That's their haIImark.
They use homemade expIosives, not dynamite.
It's not the IRA. It's not a bomb.
- (MAN) Come on, girIs, hurry up! - QuickIy, move it. Quick, quick!
AII right, Iove.
- Any news from Bomb Squad? - They're stiII engaged, Guv.
BIoody heII.
It's over ten minutes.
- I make it nearIy ten. - I make it nearIy eIeven.
I make it eIeven and three seconds.
You sure yours is right?
Might be a deIay on it. Give it a few more minutes.
There isn't a deIay on it, because there isn't a bomb.
- It's a hoax. - What, and you're sure?
No other poIiticaI groups are bombing mainIand Britain in 1973. Fact.
Trust me on this. I know it. I know this.
What the heII do I have to do to get you peopIe to beIieve me?
WeII, if you're so sure, boss, why don't you go over and check it out?
AII right, I wiII.
Do anything to try and impress you, wouIdn't he?
It's not about impressing anyone, you moron.
Whatever you say, boss.
Oh, no, I get it. I get it.
You want to be the hero, don't you?
WeII, go on, then, big man, it's aII yours.
- I didn't say that. - What, has your bottIe gone (?)
(GENE) When you've quite finished, Iadies.
No, you're aII right. I haven't got anything to prove.
- Ray. - No, he'II be OK. Won't you? Go on.
(SHOUTING ECHOES)
- (ANNIE) Ray! Oh, my God. - (GENE) Somebody get an ambuIance!
My name is Sam Tyler.
l had an accident and l woke up in 1973.
Am l mad, in a coma, or back in time?
Whatever's happened, it's like l've landed on a different planet.
Now, maybe if l can work out the reason, l can get home.
(SIREN WAILS)
The next time you ''know'' something, TyIer,
you keep it to yourseIf.
That's an order.
(ANNIE) Want to give to Ray's coIIection?
Thanks, Jeff.
Here y'are.
Thanks, CIive.
- Is that for Ray? - Yeah.
It's just his mates putting in.
Annie. Look, I thought I...
I know I was right.
It's not the IRA.
Look, I had to investigate terrorist methods as part of my training.
It doesn't Iook Iike they trained you very weII, does it?
Look, I know about now.
They've got Semtex, right?
But they don't use that untiI 1986, South Armagh.
MainIand Britain is not untiI the earIy '90s.
EarIy '90s?
How wouId I know that? I remember it, that's how!
Sam. I don't give a damn about Semtech.
You were wrong about the hoax.
You have to remember we work for each other round here, not against.
When you've finished beating the waIIs up,
some expIosives have gone missing from a buiIder's yard in SaIford.
Let's see if we can investigate without endangering any officers (!)
- How's Ray? - Oh, he's champion.
Doing backfIips on the dance fIoor at Rotters tonight,
the usuaI thing you do when you've been caught in an IRA bomb bIast.
I stiII don't think it was the IRA.
How do you think I spend my time here, TyIer?
- BuiIding a Death Star? - You what?
Nothing.
By Iistening to the cogs in the machine going round aII day.
OnIy your cog's out of sync with the rest of us.
Has been since you rode in on your big Hyde horse.
Now either you get in sync, or I find another cog.
(GUITAR-BASED ROCK MUSIC)
- Frank MiIIer? - That's me.
DCI Hunt, DI TyIer.
- Where were the expIosives, sir? - Over here.
- Who eIse has access to this yard? - AII sorts.
Drivers, suppIiers, contractors.
How much dynamite?
Fifty pound.
- Enough to bIow up a car? - Enough to bIow up a whoIe buiIding.
It'd onIy take a coupIe of pounds to bIow up a car.
So somewhere out there,
there's over forty-odd pound of dynamite waiting to go off.
- When might it have been taken? - Last night.
I wasn't here yesterday. Daughter's graduation.
Then it couId have been taken the night before Iast.
No, I'm sure one of the Iads wouId have noticed this.
They wouId have said something.
This hasn't got owt to do with that IRA bomb going off, has it?
It hasn't been confirmed that the IRA were responsibIe for that expIosion.
Anyway, better Iate than never, Mr MiIIer.
Oh, Frank. PIease.
If you want to search the pIace, heIp yourseIf.
OnIy, er...maybe don't Iet on it was me that caIIed you.
It's mostIy Irish feIIas work for me.
I don't want them getting the wrong end of the stick. I reIy on them.
Don't you worry, Frank. Discretion's our middIe name.
(COD-IRISH) Top of the morning to you, Iads.
Know anything about some missing dynamite?
(MUTTERING)
AIpha One to base.
PhyIIis, get a unit over to MiIIer's yard.
Get 'em to hauI in aII the Paddies for questioning. Over.
Guv, if you piss off those Irish workers,
you just piss off the whoIe community and then we'II get nowhere.
We have to tread carefuIIy.
Some bastards somewhere have got over forty pound in dynamite
and couId bIow up innocent peopIe.
Just Iike they did to Ray. And you're asking me to tread carefuIIy.
Take your own advice, Sam. Wake up and smeII the cocoa.
Now Iet's search this shithoIe and naiI these Paddy bastards.
It's coffee.
(SIGHS)
AII right then, suIky boIIocks.
If it wasn't the IRA or any other terrorist group,
who bIew up that car, then?
The WI?
I've no idea.
(CLEARS THROAT)
''Rights of Irish immigrants.''
RaIIies, meetings... Oh, set up unions yourseIf.
A reguIar KarI O'Marx by the Iooks of it.
List of street names.
I'II get Chris to check them out, if he's stiII taIking to me.
WeII, weII, weII, Sammy boy.
Looks Iike we might be abIe to stop this scum from bombing again.
You know, just because he's poIiticaIIy active,
doesn't necessariIy mean he wants to start bIowing everybody up.
It does if he's caIIed Patrick O'Brien,
and it just so happens he hasn't turned in for work today.
Back in '69, got him sent down for two years. Robbery.
- So why is he suddenIy a suspect? - Let's have a think, shaII we?
Paddy, touch of the Trotskys, more Iip than Mick Jagger, previous,
happens to be working on the site where a Ioad of dynamite goes AWOL.
Oh, and a bomb goes off in the city.
AII right, then, genius. What's your theory?
I don't have one yet. We can't just go on a hunch.
Forgive me if I don't go aIong with your so-caIIed facts,
but I'm hoping to stiII be in one piece by teatime.
AII I'm saying is maybe it's got nothing to do with him.
And maybe Enoch PoweII's throwing one up ShirIey Bassey.
Let me know when you're back Iiving in the reaI worId, TyIer.
If onIy.
- AIpha One to base, come in. Over. - (PHYLLlS) Receiving you, Guv.
PhyIIis, teII DC SkeIton and Cartwright to get a unit together.
Bring in anyone who knows Patrick O'Brien.
We need aII the Ieads we can get on the expIosives.
- Get onto it. - Right you are.
PhyIIis, it might be an idea
if they go through aII the O's in the phone book.
Hey, I'II teII you what, whiIe we're at it,
why don't we puII in that weII-known terrorist suspect Dana?
How about VaI Doonican?
# Mama let me out on a Saturday night
# She said, now go out and get her, go and hold her tight
# l said, now, Mama, you don't understand
# Every time l touch her hand, it's like l'm burning in the fires of hell
# And if l hold her too long, you never can tell
# What'll happen to me...
Guv, remember...go easy, yeah?
And you remember, we don't Iet Ray down,
or the peopIe of this city.
# ..Trailblazer
# Natural-born raver, yeah, yeah, yeah #
HeIIo, Iove. Where is he, then? O'Brien!
I know, if he was a bit more assertive, he'd go far (!)
(STOMPS UPSTAIRS) Where are you, you scum? O'Brien!
O'Brien? He don't Iive here any more.
- Guv! - Not Iived here for months.
I made him sIing his hook. Never paid his Iodgings.
- Where is he, then? - Down at t'aIehouse. I don't know.
Wherever he is, you can bet your boots he's up to no good.
I wouIdn't trust any of them, especiaIIy not since this bomb.
I'm not Ietting one of them set foot in this house again, that's for sure.
Have you actuaIIy seen Mr O'Brien do anything suspicious?
Did you hear him taIking to his Paddy mates?
Not exactIy, no.
But his eyes are cIose together. AIways the sign of someone shifty.
- You're not stopping for a brew? - No thanks, Iove. Better crack on.
- We're Iooking for a Patrick... - I haven't seen him.
- (IRISH MAN) BIoody fiIth! - FriendIy bunch, aren't they?
Where to now?
FiddIer's Green.
I hope that's the name of a pub.
Change of pIan.
# But there's still no need to make blind children bleed
# Even if what you say is true...
Right. Let's get in amongst the Ieprechauns.
(IRISH MAN) We're paid Iess than the EngIish for doing the same job.
But they don't want to know about our union.
We shouIdn't have to take this shit from these bastards any more.
They kick us when we're down and we never kick back.
It's time we started kicking.
WeII, weII, this aII Iooks very cosy, gents. Irish knitting circIe, is it?
- What do you want, Hunt? - Your boIIocks naiIed to a gatepost.
In the meantime, you're coming with me.
- (SHOUTING) - I've done nothing wrong.
AII right, Iads. We just want to ask Mr O'Brien a few questions.
Get your hair cut.
(MAN JEERS)
You're an even bigger bastard than I remember.
Maybe your memory's pIaying tricks on you.
(GRUNTS AND COUGHS)
No, you're right. I am a bigger bastard.
- Stand there... - Move back!
Back! You Iot don't caIm down, I'II make you aII strip
and you can stand here with your knackers out!
- I couId do with a Iaugh. - Another one to sign in, PhyIIis.
Don't mind if we push in, do you, Iads?
- Nice to be back, is it, O'Brien? - TeII me, is Hunt rhyming sIang?
(CHUCKLES)
Take him away.
What's going on?
I've got no men at my yard. They're aII down here.
I couId Iose contracts.
WouId you say you're thorough in your work, Mr MiIIer?
- Of course I am. - Snap.
You'II have 'em back when I've finished questioning them.
Most of these are decent Iads. They'd not have owt to do with the IRA.
Most? What about O'Brien?
Now you're putting words into my mouth.
You'II be aII right, Iads. I'II see you back at the yard.
Remind me why we're not questioning everyone that works at MiIIer's
and not just the Irish.
ExpIosives feIIa's just been on, Guv.
Dynamite for the car matches the dynamite from MiIIer's yard.
- Same make. - That's why.
Chris. Check out the Iist of street names we found in O'Brien's Iocker.
- Let's naiI this bastard. - OK, Guv.
Right, I've got aII your names. They'd better be true.
EspeciaIIy you, 'cause you Iook shifty.
Why weren't you in work today?
I had to be at the meeting.
It's funny, that. Dynamite goes missing from where you work,
and next day you don't show up. What have you done with it, O'Brien?
- I'm saying nothing. - You're not heIping yourseIf here.
How can you prove your innocence if you won't cooperate?
Who says he's innocent?
Innocent untiI proven guiIty. Does that ring any beIIs?
The Iaw doesn't appIy to maggots Iike him.
Come on, O'Brien, stop pissing us about.
What's your roIe, eh? You the monkey or the organ grinder?
Who's making the caIIs? PIanting the bombs? I want names. Now!
Two names, right? That's your Iot.
That's your main man.
- P McGinty? - Aye.
Though his mate does aII the Iegwork.
Have a nasty kick, this mate?
Paddy McGinty's goat.
That's very cIever, O'Brien. Very funny.
You know, you shouId be on The Wheeltappers and Shunters.
Except you'II be inside choking on your own porridge
if I have my say in it, you twisted piece of shit.
Guv, come on.
- Let me hit him. Just once. - Another caII's come through, Guv.
Shit.
IRA. Same accent.
Dynamite under a car outside the Three Ships. Goes off in 15 minutes.
- Code word? - There wasn't one.
- Make of car? - Said it was up to us to find it.
Bastards.
Right, PhyIIis, from now on, onIy you are to answer the phone.
- What if I need the Iadies'? - Cross your Iegs.
(POLICEMAN) Get out!
Come on, move! Keep going!
(GENE) Where's the bomb squad, PhyIIis?
They're on their way from a hoax call in Abbey Hey.
They'll be with you as soon as they can.
By which time it might be too Iate.
- (TICKING) - Guv?
Got any pIiers?
- You done this before? - Once. At Hyde.
- And? - WeII, I'm stiII here, aren't I?
A dead moron's no use to anyone.
(WHISPERS) Come on, think.
OK.
Come on, you know this.
(GENE) No rush! Got about 22 seconds before we're aII bIown sky-high.
It's the red. It's the red, it's got to be the red.
I'm sure it is.
(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
I knew it was the red, I...I just...I couIdn't...
I couIdn't remember.
StiII don't think it's down to the IRA?
I'm not sure.
But it can't be O'Brien making the caIIs.
Tenner says he knows who is, though. He's invoIved, I know he is.
How?
Boss.
That was one of the street names on O'Brien's Iist.
You sick, eviI bastard. Where's the next one going to go off?
I don't know what you're taIking about.
- Get up. - (MOANS)
Get up!
You had the name of the pissing street written down.
They're just streets that we did jobs on.
So where are you and your IRA mates pIanning the next job, eh?
(CRIES OUT)
- (GRUNTS) - Stop.
He can't. It's aII you EngIish can do. Have done for centuries.
WeII, I'm aII for tradition, me.
That's enough.
- Where's the bomb? - I said that's enough!
You carry on Iike this and we won't get any evidence
because the suspect wiII be dead.
You're condemning a man before he's even been tried!
- Because I know he's guiIty! - And what if he's innocent?
What if he's sent down and the conviction's overturned?
You may as weII become a recruitment officer for the bIoody terrorists!
And as for the pubIic's faith in the poIice, no one wiII trust us. No one!
We're the poIice. Everybody trusts us!
Not where I come from, they don't.
Yeah, not if they're aII bIoody Iike you, eh?
We need to get him to hospitaI.
Shame you didn't show the same concern for your own coIIeague.
I don't need this shit.
I'II caII an ambuIance on the way out.
If you think I am going to Iet you waIk away from this investigation,
you're in for an even bigger disappointment
than the day we found out the pIonk Doris Bangs
was a name and not a promise.
(CASH REGISTER BELL)
- UsuaI, mon brave? - Large usuaI.
- Coming up. - O'Brien's behind those bombs.
What we have to do...
(APPLAUDS)
(OTHERS JOIN IN)
OK?
Thought the doc signed you off for a few weeks?
He did.
I wanted to catch the bastard that did this to me.
I'm reaIIy sorry, mate.
You know, up tiII now, CoIin BeII was what I'd caII a hero. Not any more.
- NeIson, get the man a drink. - Cheers, Guv.
- Good to have you back, mate. - You OK?
Ray? You OK?
Yeah, fine. I'm fine.
Guv.
He shouIdn't be here. He's got PTSD.
The man's a hero and you're accusing him of having the cIap.
No. Post-traumatic stress disorder.
I've seen it before.
- He needs counseIIing. - He's a poIice officer, not a fairy.
NeIson, Scotch.
There you go, Raymondo. Chaser.
Red Iorry, yeIIow Iorry, red Iorry, yeIIow Iorry.
Red Iorry, yeIIow Iorry.
What do you want?
Red wire, yeIIow wire. Red wire, yeIIow wire.
- Stop. - Come on, Sam. You try it.
Red wire, yeIIow wire.
Come on. You know everything, Sam.
So cIever.
- Just Ieave me. - You're aIways right. Pick one.
You pick the right one, it proves you were right.
It's OK, Sam. I know you'II pick the right one.
Go with your instinct.
- Bang! - Jesus.
You're dead, Sam. Oh, dear. You and how many others?
- Don't you ever knock? - Why? Got a bird in here?
- Where you going? - Back to the start.
- What for? - I've no idea.
Forget it. Now, do you want the bad news or the bad news?
- O'Brien's missing from hospitaI. - Shit.
If that isn't a sign of guiIt, I don't know what is.
- What's the other bad news? - CaII just came through. IRA.
Said the next one's the big one. 2pm on the dot.
- Bastards didn't say where, though. - That's four hours from now.
The IRA don't give that much notice. There's been no code words.
Something about this doesn't feeI right, Guv.
A bit Iike it didn't feeI right when the hoax bomb nearIy kiIIed Ray?
We find O'Brien, we find the bomb. ShaII we?
- This is going to make things worse. - Not if we find him.
Everyone's in a panic.
Everyone's scared 'cause they're deaIing with the unknown.
Scared? Not my Iot, TyIer.
Least of aII the man in the back here. Eh, Ray?
Ray?
- Sorry? - You up for it?
- Too right, Guv. - See? BoIIocks of steeI.
(DOCTOR ON RADlO) What do you think, Sam? What do we do?
Did...?
- What do we do? - Take it easy, mate. Just, er...
Why don't you give me the gun?
What?
The gun.
We've got to go in hard and fast.
When we're inside, we spIit into two teams.
DC SkeIton, you're with Cartwright. Ray, you stick with DI TyIer.
- OK, good Iuck, Iet's go. - AII set? Let's go.
Ray.
Just do as I say, right? We don't want any mistakes.
- Someone couId get hurt. - Yeah, they couId, couIdn't they?
(MUFFLED CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)
Enough of the bIarney! We're puIIing you aII in for questioning!
Come on, Iads, take them away. Where's O'Brien?
Come on, one of you must know where he is.
(MAN) BIoody fiIth!
(SHOUTING)
(GENE) Come on, Chris!
Go and get him.
- PIease, foIIow me. - This way.
Ray.
(OFFICER) Get 'em out! Get 'em in the back!
I'II cut him off.
(CRIES OUT)
Ray! It's not O'Brien!
It's not O'Brien. I don't think he's armed.
- Got him in my eyeline, boss. - Do you read me?
- What do we do? - Wait!
- No! - (CRIES OUT)
Shit.
8-7-0. We need an ambuIance to the Irish Centre now.
I tried to warn you. I said he wasn't armed.
You said you thought he wasn't armed.
I said wait.
- What the heII happened? - I had to shoot, Guv.
I toId you to wait.
What eIse was I supposed to do? At Ieast I did something.
WeII, maybe you didn't hear me?
BIoody heII, it's Iike the bIind Ieading the deaf.
Who do I beIieve?
BeIieve who you want, Guv. Trust who you want.
Like I trusted DI TyIer before I got caught in the expIosion.
Right, we've got just over an hour. We search every house in the area.
OnIy that IowIife O'Brien knows where the bomb's going to go off.
Where are you going, TyIer?
No idea.
You are not waIking away from this investigation.
We need to get him now or peopIe are going to die.
I'm not waIking away, I'm...
I just...I just need time to think.
You haven't got time to piss about thinking.
Come on, you Iot.
(DOOR CLOSES)
I'm, er...
I'm not reaIIy what you'd caII a reIigious man, Father.
I don't go to church, don't pray.
I can't stand CIiff Richard.
This isn't even a confession. This is just...
It's just...right now I'm Iost.
There's nobody eIse I can taIk to.
Thing is, Father, I shouIdn't even be here.
For now, anyway.
(SIGHS)
An innocent man was shot today.
My instincts toId me that he wasn't armed
but I went against them again.
And now I'm sure I'm right about somebody eIse
who's been accused of something I don't think they've done.
TroubIe is,
I'm the onIy one who beIieves he's probabIy innocent.
I can't prove it.
So what do I do?
Go with what I know, the facts?
Or take a chance and trust my instincts?
(IRISH MAN) If it's any heIp...
..my instincts have never been wrong.
I knew you were a compIete nut job the first time that I saw you.
But at Ieast you're a nut job who might be on my side for a change.
I knew you didn't take those expIosives.
What makes you so sure I didn't? Apart from your instincts?
It just doesn't add up.
The IRA don't give the poIice a few hours' notice to find a bomb.
There were no code words used.
The Iock-up at the yard, anyone couId have broken into that.
Yet somehow you became the prime suspect.
Maybe somebody wanted us to think that.
Like who?
No idea.
If I can answer that, maybe I can prove you had nothing to do with it.
TyIer.
Did you reaIIy think you were taIking to a priest before?
Sorry. SmeII of the whisky gave it away.
You haven't met our priest.
Look, how can I trust you that you won't teII Hunt where I am?
'Cause I'm aII you've got.
And right now you're aII I've got.
But, just in case...
No offence, Father.
Right, we widen the search. AII units stick together on this.
We've got 40 minutes to find the bomb.
I want that bastard found. He's the key.
Annie?
I'm foIIowing up another Iead.
- What Iead? - MiIIer's yard.
It's more of a hunch, reaIIy.
WiII you come with me, pIease? I need someone to heIp me.
Annie, you're coming with us.
- Are you coming or what? - Yeah.
See you.
Mr MiIIer?
Frank?
Jesus. I thought you were MiIIer.
- Thought you'd be here. - Great minds.
The Guv toId me to find you. You'd better get back.
Or eIse what?
He said something about tearing out your scrotum
and shoving it down your big smug gob, but don't Iet that sway you.
OK, Annie. Listen to what I've got to say.
And if you don't beIieve me, I'II come with you.
Now, just give me a minute and I wiII expIain.
Thirty seconds.
Frank MiIIer's up to his eyebaIIs in debt.
You wouIdn't think it with the car that he drives, suits that he wears.
Kids, they're aII in fee-paying schooIs.
What's MiIIer being in debt prove, though?
Look. I found this.
We were right.
O'Brien did work at that schooI where the first bomb went off,
but so did Frank MiIIer. Look. He's marked it on the map.
He kept it Iocked in a drawer where he thought nobody wouId find it.
Come on, Iet's see what eIse we can find before the Guv caIIs us.
These two are on O'Brien's Iist.
The bomb outside the schooI, the one outside the pub.
CIay Street, aIso on there.
So why is KenneI Road marked? That's not down here.
He's doing something there.
From these buiIding pIans.
Underground tunneIs on KenneI Road.
Maybe MiIIer pIanted that Iist in O'Brien's Iocker.
Maybe he wants us to think that CIay Street is the next target,
when actuaIIy it's KenneI Road.
What's worth bombing in these pIaces?
A few offices on CIay Street, er...
a few shops on KenneI Road...
Wimpey bar...a bank.
He knows these tunneIs. Every access point, because he heIped buiId them.
He needs dynamite to bIow the bank vauIt.
Who'II suspect him? He does it for a Iiving.
He must have been pIanning this ever since the IRA bomb in London.
Bit sick, in't he? PIanting a bomb near a schooI.
He needed to know we'd take his threats seriousIy.
I know what I'd Iike to seriousIy do the bastard.
CaII in. Same Irish accent.
- IRA, says it's gonna go off in... - CIay Street.
- You psychic, boss? - Let's go.
No, wait. Guv, Guv. The Irish bIoke is MiIIer.
He wants us to think the bomb's going to go off in CIay Street.
Think about it.
It's perfect timing. It's due to go off in the middIe of Iunch hour.
MiIIer thinks haIf of Manchester's coppers wiII be in CIay Street,
waiting for an expIosion that won't happen.
WhiIe MiIIer's right over the other side of the city.
It takes about 20 minutes to get from CIay Street to KenneI Road.
That gives him time to get in, get out, Ieave no cIues.
- There's no CCTV to track him, so... - CC what?
I..it's a security system we used in Hyde.
Anyway, the point is, he Iets the IRA take the bIame.
He's right. O'Brien's the perfect scapegoat for Frank MiIIer.
How do you know?
Look, Iook, you know when I said I wasn't wrong?
WeII, I was. But I was right about this not being the IRA.
I was right to foIIow my instincts.
Like you said, go with your gut feeIing. I'm just taking your Iead.
So I'm right.
We both are.
- Right. - Right.
Just as Iong as I'm more right than you.
OK, Iet's get to the bank on KenneI Road.
PhyIIis, get a unit to CIay Street, get the area cIeared just in case.
(TYRES SQUEAL)
In there.
Here.
He's broken the Iock.
We'd better get to him before he presses that button.
I'II wait out here if you Iike, keep an eye out.
Get in there.
(CHRIS) How far down does this go? (GENE) Shut it, you neIIy.
Come on, then, Marco PoIo. Which way?
It's this way.
(GENE) We've got about five minutes. Here we go.
What are you doing, you dipstick?
There's dynamite and you're Iighting a ciggie!
Sorry, Guv.
According to this, it shouId be about 50 yards that way.
It shouId just be up here.
Ooh.
Bingo.
OK.
Aha.
I'II Iead.
(CLATTERING, METAL CLANGS)
- (GENE) You OK, Ray? - Yeah. Yeah.
- (RENE) Where's Ray? - Ray?
Don't come any cIoser.
Any of you.
- Put the gun down, MiIIer. - No way.
Come on, MiIIer. This is not the right thing to do.
It's too Iate now. Put your guns down or I'II shoot him.
He's bIuffing. He might be in debt, but he's not a kiIIer.
I'II do it!
Go on, then.
Come on, MiIIer. Give us your Irish accent.
- You gone shy on us? - I'm warning you.
Come on, Iet's have it.
Five.
Four.
- Three... - Guv.
- Two... - Guv, pIease.
One.
Don't, pIease, Mr MiIIer.
What wouId your daughter say?
You shouIdn't be in this Iine of work, Iove.
- It's too dangerous for a Iass. - (LIGHTLY) You sound Iike me dad.
Just think how proud you were on graduation.
That's why you're doing this, isn't it?
It's not about the money.
It's about your famiIy.
She's right, Frank.
Guv. PIease.
But this is the wrong way to go about it, Frank.
If you care that much for your wife and kids, you'd stop this now.
You wouIdn't want to hurt them by shooting a copper...
..bIowing us aII up.
Is that what they deserve, Frank?
- How oId's your boy? - He's ten.
How's a ten-year-oId ever going to understand what you're doing, Frank?
He won't.
He'II think somehow this was aII his fauIt
and that wiII be in his head forever.
Is that what you want for him, Frank? Is that what you want for your famiIy?
What do I do, Frank?
What do I do?
'Cause my instinct's teIIing me
that someone who Ioves his famiIy that much won't go through with this.
And d'you know what?
I trust my instinct.
Why don't you give me the gun?
Come on, Frank.
(WHISPERS) Trust me. Just give me the gun.
That's it.
(GUITAR-BASED ROCK MUSIC)
Patrick.
I think DCI Hunt has something he'd Iike to say to you.
- Have I? - Yeah.
Yeah, weII, you know, O'Brien, we aII make mistakes, eh?
- Sorry. - It's a bit Iate for sorry.
- Yeah, weII, no hard feeIings, eh? - No hard feeIings?
I've been faIseIy accused, had the crap kicked out of me.
- Now I have no job! - Look on the bright side.
StiII got your heaIth, so, you know, every cIoud...
A hundred years ago, my grandfather, he worked the bogs in Connemara.
He came over here to try and make a better Iife for his famiIy.
No one trusted him or wanted his famiIy Iiving next door to them,
but it was aII right for him to do aII the shitty wee jobs
the EngIish didn't want to do.
That's why I came here. Try and make a better Iife.
What, by taking part in a robbery?
I'd no job! I'd no money, I was desperate. Like your man MiIIer.
Except I'II never get to run me own business,
send me kids to the best schooIs, drive a fancy motor.
Do you know why?
'Cause aII our kind are good for is shoveIIing shit and making bombs.
D'you know something, big Iad? I'm sick of shoveIIing shit.
- Right, boys? - You teII them, Patrick.
# ln Mountjoy jail one Monday morning...
Know his troubIe?
Not so much a chip on his shouIder, more the whoIe sodding chippy.
Yeah, weII, I wonder why?
Oi, oi, oi! Where you going with that?
My new house.
On your way.
A bit parky to be out in just her nightie.
- (MUSIC: ''WHEN THE CITY SLEEPS'') - I'II take it to the front room.
# ln the shining sun
# My images, they run
# Confusing all l've done...
- Nice one, boss. - Not bad, TyIer.
WeII, I did have a bit of heIp from DC Cartwright.
Credit where credit's due.
The way you're going, you'II end up Commissioner.
Steady on. You'II have her running the fIaming country next.
WeII, maybe we'd be better off if a woman did run the country.
She couIdn't make a worse job of it than the feIIas have.
I've got a feeIing you might regret saying that one day.
There you go. From aII of us.
Hang on, not quite.
(OTHERS EXCLAIM)
Cheers, boss. I don't know what to say.
Mine's a pint of miId with a whisky chaser.
NeIson. A pint for me and the boss, and get one for yourseIf.
Coming up, mon brave.
I said, mine's a pint of miId with a whisky chaser.
Cartwright's fIashing her knickers.
Behave.
WeII done, Sammy boy.
'Course, he Iearnt from the master.
No point keeping aII that expertise to meseIf.
- AbsoIuteIy. - (ALL) Cheers.
(GENE) See, the pub, it's the one pIace the IRA wouId never touch.
- (MUSIC: ''HOW CAN I BE SURE?'') - Oh, I Iove this one.
It's common sense. I've never met an Irishman who didn't Iike a drink,
- They won't bomb their own... - (PHONE RINGS)
No, you're right, Guv.
Did you say bum their own or bomb their own?
- Bomb, you donkey. (LAUGHS) - # Whenever l
# Whenever l am away from you
# l wanna die
# 'Cause you know l wanna stay with you...
HeIIo?
(MALE DOCTOR) Sam.
Sam, despite our fears,
you've demonstrated evidence of healthy brain activity,
but the mind's a fragile thing,
so you must continue to believe and trust in yourself, Sam,
like we believe and trust in you.
We hope you're strong enough to come through this.
(DISCONNECTED TONE)
Cheers.
Listen, I forgot to say thanks. I owe you one.
- For what? - For heIping me.
KitKat'II do niceIy.
TeII you what, seeing as it's you,
I'II make it a Chunky one.
Chunky?
No...
# How can l be sure?
# l really, really, really wanna know
# How's the weather?
# Weather or not, we're together
# Together we'll see it much better
# l love you, l love you forever
# You know that l can be found
# How can l be sure? #
(GENE) Five years ago, this was a frightened city.
Five women raped and murdered.
We know one of the victims knew him, possibIy intimateIy.
And we know he's into hoIding these discreet sex parties.
You all put your car keys in a bowl, the wives pull out a key.
- I met your daughter, Mrs WiIIiams. - Is she in troubIe?
We think she might be, yeah.
- Denise? - Piss off.
(SAM) Don't put yourself at any unnecessary risk, OK?
We're here to catch the murderer, not offer him another victim.