(DOOR OPENS)
Here he comes.
(GENE) Terry HasIam.
Who does he think he is? Joe Bugner?
(BELL RINGS)
(MAN) Court Number Three is now in session.
The Crown versus Haslam.
Mr Mackay. As you have aIready said,
the boxing match in question was an extremeIy fierce one.
So hard-fought, in fact, you injured your hand seriousIy enough
to require medicaI attention foIIowing the bout.
- Is that true? - Aye.
WouId it aIso be true to say that it was your manager, Mr HasIam,
the man you caIIed your second father,
who ensured you received that treatment in timeIy fashion?
It wouId.
And that treatment is what you were discussing with Mr HasIam
on the fire escape outside the haII
when you unfortunateIy Iost your footing,
sIipped and feII down the stairs, causing further injury?
Aye.
He did not push you?
No. It was an accident. Mr HasIam was trying to heIp me.
I swear by AImighty God
that the evidence I shaII give
shaII be the truth, the whoIe truth and nothing but the truth.
Good afternoon, Chief Inspector. As we have heard,
Mr Mackay says he was the victim of no more than an unfortunate accident.
Bearing in mind you were, by your own admission,
''sIightIy intoxicated'' and at Ieast 20 yards away at the time,
can you confirm that what you witnessed was an accident?
Mr Hunt?
I know what you'd Iike me to say.
But I know what I saw. And what I saw
was him
kicking seven types of shit out of him.
(PEOPLE MURMUR)
Do you find this defendant guiIty or not guiIty
of infIicting grievous bodiIy harm?
- Not guiIty. - (MAN) Yes!
- You are joking me! - (JUDGE RAPS GAVEL)
Order! Order!
The jury was nobbIed.
WeII, if the victim suddenIy decides it was aII an unhappy accident,
what do you expect them to do?
What happened, Davie?
You got it aII wrong.
I saw you destroy a man's Iife.
I made him. I broke him.
He's not the first and he won't be the Iast.
- I'II bIoody kiII you. - Have your go.
Come on. WaIk away.
Broke his hand. Broke his Iife.
No, no, no, no.
No, he broke his souI.
- I'II drive you home. - Gimme the ruddy keys.
No. You're drunk.
(GENE) Stop! Stop.
- This is it. - You sure?
- HasIam! - Oi, Guv!
- You arse-faced bastard! - Guv?
- Show us your face! - WiII you keep your voice down?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What you doing?
- HasIam! - BIoody heII.
- Put that away. Put that away! - Come on out!
Put it away. Put it away! Come on.
I'II have you! Bastard!
- (GRUNTS) - Behave yourseIf.
Hunt! I'II break your Iegs, you bastard! Get here!
- HasIam! - Bastard! Bastard!
Get out the car! Bastard!
Bring you down next time, you bent bastard!
- What the heII was aII that about? - Stop the car.
- What? - Stop the car!
Why?
- I dropped my gun. - What?
I've dropped my gun.
Where you going now? Guv!
- Gene. Gene! - Why don't you just piss off?
(PHONE RINGS STRIDENTLY)
- HeIIo? - (MAN) He'll come to you.
He'll ask for your help.
(CLICK, DISCONNECTED TONE)
- (PHONE RINGS) - (STATIC AND DISCONNECTED TONE)
(PHONE RINGS)
- (WOMAN SCREAMS) - (PHONE RINGS)
(PHONE RINGS)
- HeIIo? - (GENE) Sam?
Guv.
- What do you want? - l, um...
l appear to have killed a man.
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.
WeII, at Ieast he got what he deserved. Fat bastard.
What happened?
I don't know.
I don't.
I woke up over there.
He was the first thing I saw, which gave me a bit of a turn.
- How did you get here? - I don't know.
The Iast thing I remember is taking a swing for you in the pub.
Look, I know it Iooks bad.
WeII, that's the understatement of the century.
You may remember threatening the victim's Iife
in front of a dozen or so witnesses. At the courthouse?
- I didn't kiII him. - How did you get here?
- I don't know. - Great (!)
- Where's your gun? - What?
Your gun. Where's your gun?
You were waving it about Iike CharIes Bronson on crack a few hours ago.
You went back for it. Where is it?
- I don't know. - OK...
- You woke up here? - Yeah.
- It's been fired. - (APPROACHING SIREN)
Oh, shit.
You know they're going to have to arrest you.
So why did you caII me?
Because if this goes the way it Iooks Iike it's going,
I want you to Iead the investigation.
You need my heIp?
Just be the picky pain in the arse you usuaIIy are, and I shaII be fine.
(BOLTS DOOR)
Get me out, Sam.
(BUZZ OF CONVERSATION)
- What's happening? - What's happening with the Guv?
- Wait. - He can't have kiIIed anybody.
- He hasn't been charged yet. - It's got to be a mistake.
- There's no way... - He can't have been that drunk.
He was hammered. And he did threaten the victim.
Look, I'm not saying he did it, but it Iooks bad.
But Iooks aren't enough to hang anyone.
As the man said, it's the evidence that counts.
And you are?
Frank Morgan. Acting DCI.
As your boss currentIy Ianguishes in a hoIding ceII on a murder charge,
the powers that be have repIaced him,
aIbeit temporariIy, I'm sure we aII hope, with me.
Far as you're concerned, for the immediate future,
I am the word and the Iaw.
- DI TyIer? - Um...yeah.
Good.
You must be DC Cartwright.
DS CarIing. DC SkeIton.
We'II start with one-on-ones in my office, pIease, which wouId be...?
Er...I don't...
WeII, I imagine it wouId be that one.
Good.
Let's kick off, shaII we?
Fine.
You were first on scene?
I was.
Good.
(CHUCKLES) Why did he caII you?
WeII, I suppose he trusts me.
Just as it shouId be.
- Sir. - Did he do it?
Without the postmortem and forensics,
I'm not prepared to make a judgement on that.
Gut feeIing?
No.
Whatever he is, he's not a kiIIer.
WeII, Iet's see where the evidence takes us.
I'II Iead the first interview.
I'II bring him up.
Thanks, Sam.
I'm sure everything wiII go as it shouId.
What did he say, boss? What's he Iike?
WeII, he seems very professionaI.
Bastard. That's aII we need.
WeII, yeah, Ray.
Under the circumstances, I think it probabIy is.
- He's doing an overview, isn't he? - Yes, Chris, I think he is.
Did you get that from him, or did he get that from you?
- What do you mean? - He's from Hyde, isn't he?
(SNORTS) And we aII know what they're Iike. Don't we?
ActuaIIy, I've never had the pIeasure of meeting your DI.
CarIing, when you're ready?
WeII, come on then, twinkIetoes. Strut your stuff.
Acting DCI Morgan wiII be conducting the interview.
Who?
He's from Hyde.
Oh, great (!)
- What's he Iike? - I've onIy just met him myseIf.
So how are we going to deaI with him?
- DeaI with him? - Mm.
He Ieads the investigation. There are no deaIs.
Oh, come on. Where's the picky pain?
Look...
I wiII ensure this investigation is carried out in as transparent...
I don't want see-through. I want fast.
- You are a murder suspect. - (CHUCKLES WRYLY)
We can't give you the keys
and say, ''Just put them through the Ietterbox when you're done.''
- Get me out. - I can't.
No, no, what you mean is you won't.
TaIk to Davie Mackay.
- Why? - You were in court yesterday.
Now, you know as weII as I do
that something smeIt bad about the whoIe thing.
And it wasn't just your aftershave.
- Look, why shouId I? - I see you've aIready started.
Oh, fuck.
- You're taping the interview? - ShouId be standard practice.
I find it keeps everyone honest.
JuIy 1 7th, 1973.
Present at interview: DCI Frank Morgan, DI Sam TyIer, DCI Gene Hunt.
Two buIIets retrieved from HasIam's house.
Same caIibre as poIice issue.
DCI Hunt's cIothing. Stained with bIood.
Witness statement from a neighbour woken by ''beIIowing and cursing''.
She Iooked out of her window to see this man
throwing a brick through the victim's window around midnight.
She was woken again by shouting from the same man at 3.30am.
Based on body temperature,
the pathoIogist's report puts time of death at 4.00am.
Does he?
I understand that you cIaim to have no memory at aII
of any of events between Ieaving the RaiIway Arms at 1 1 .30 Iast night
and waking up in the victim's house at haIf past seven this morning.
Right.
Quite a Iot to forget, don't you think?
- You aII right, Guv? - Never been better.
It's a fit-up, Guv. It's obvious.
Obvious.
(GENE) Remember the picky pain, Sam.
(LIFT BELL DINGS)
What do you think?
It's not what I think that matters, is it? It's what we find.
I'm Iooking for Davie Mackay.
PoIice.
- What is it? - Terry HasIam's dead.
Aye. I heard.
You were Iying, weren't you, in court?
It wasn't an accident, was it? HasIam beat you up.
I suppose it does nae matter now, eh?
Aye. He hit me. Did this.
- Why? - Had it coming.
How?
It's no easy Iife, boxing. You sacrifice a Iot.
It was my Iast fight. Legs had gone. I knew it.
Once your Iegs have gone...
I needed a payday.
Mr HasIam set me up with a good bout. Second on the biII, decent money.
Out with a bang.
Even a win wasn't enough.
Decent cash wasn't enough.
I stoIe from him.
Broke into his office after the fight.
Broke his heart.
So he broke my hand.
I Iet him down. Had it coming.
What money?
What money did you steaI?
AII I knew was Pete and Mr HasIam
kept their cash in a money box in the office.
Pete who?
Pete WiIkes.
My trainer.
(MORGAN) With aII due respect, Mr Merrick...
Yeah. Given that you've not yet charged my esteemed cIient,
I don't see how you've had the brass to hoId him as Iong as you have.
I think I've expIained we're awaiting further testimony
before sending the case to DiscipIine and CompIaints for a decision.
That's hardIy my cIient's probIem.
Oh, with the very greatest respect, Detective Chief Inspector,
put up or shut up.
Considering the nature of the offence...
# No more shaII they in bondage toiI
- And...and the fact... - # Let my peopIe go
Taking into consideration...
(MIMICS LOUIS ARMSTRONG) # Go down, Moses
# Go down, down to Egypt Iand
# TeII oId Pharaoh
# Let my peopIe go...aaah! #
(SIGHS)
In spite of your inappropriate behaviour,
under the circumstances,
I am wiIIing to reIease DCI Hunt on poIice baiI.
- On condition... - Condition?
- ..he reports to the poIice... - Conditions? (LAUGHS)
Oh, no. No, no, no, no. (LAUGHS UPROARIOUSLY)
Conditions? (LAUGHS)
(COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS)
(HAWKS)
I'm fine, I'm fine. (SIGHS)
Come on, IoveIy Iad. We're done.
D'you know, there were moments in that ceII
when I despaired I'd ever see your IoveIy face again.
It's a pIeasure doing business with you.
- You know where to find me. - (PHYLLIS) Come on.
Yeah, the nearest sewer.
He got me out.
- You seen Davie Mackay yet? - Yeah.
His fighting days were over weII before he got his hand broken.
He decided to heIp himseIf to a retirement package
from a cash box in the boxing cIub.
Davie robbed from HasIam?
HasIam and a guy caIIed Pete WiIkes. Davie's trainer.
- Do you know him? - No.
How come you were there the night HasIam broke Davie's hand?
Went to see the fight.
Davie was past his prime, but, er... if you wanted to see a reaI fighter,
spit and bIood, baIIs Iike a buffaIo, he was your man.
Let me know what you find.
- Why shouId I do that? - 'Cause we're both coppers. Keys.
- Keep DCI Hunt under surveiIIance. - What?
We know what he's capabIe of.
I wouIdn't want our witnesses
experiencing his more abrupt methods of persuasion.
You're joking, aren't you?
WeII, unIess you think this suspect deserves speciaI treatment...
- No, but you can't... - Good.
Look, I know it's not a very pIeasant job,
but I'm sure you two wiII do it to the best of your abiIities.
We need to rebuiId pubIic confidence in the poIice force.
An efficient investigation is one way, pubIic reIations is another.
What?
Nothing. I just...
I never thought I'd hear the phrase ''pubIic reIations'' in this room.
WeII, with PR in mind,
I have a very speciaI assignment for DC Cartwright.
Hearts and minds, Annie. Hearts and minds.
Road bIoody safety.
WeII, you know, this case...
it couId get messy, so... probabIy better off out of it.
WeII, thanks for your support, Inspector.
- Ray's right, isn't he? - What do you mean?
You're both from Hyde.
Oi.
Sam?
I might have turned up a very interesting Iine of enquiry.
ReaIIy?
A man caIIed Pete WiIkes. He's the trainer at HasIam's.
WiIkes?
Great minds think aIike.
Come on.
It's aII coming together.
Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr WiIkes. PIease, take a seat.
I thought I might...
No, I'm sure I can handIe Mr WiIkes. I think we're on the same track.
Why don't you check up on the others? Show your face.
The Iatest naiI in Hunt's coffin.
(SLAM)
(CAR RADIO PLAYS ROXY MUSIC'S ''VIRGINIA PLAIN'')
# Take me on a roller coaster...
- What are you doing here? - Visiting our erstwhiIe Ieader.
- Who? - Has he Ieft the house?
No. His, er... his wife Ieft about tweIve.
- At Ieast we think it's his wife. - It was his wife.
- She's put weight on, then. - She carries it weII, though.
Hey, there's nothing wrong with a bit of meat in the right pIaces. (LAUGHS)
Are there any other movements I shouId be aware of?
Dropped a coupIe of brown trout in the bookie's khazi an hour ago.
Meter man caIIed round. But he was onIy there about five minutes.
Thank you.
No probIem.
(MUSIC: ROXY MUSIC'S ''VIRGINIA PLAIN'')
# Throw me a line, l'm sinking fast
# Clutching at straws...
- Is Gene there? - Are you Ray?
No. I'm Sam. Who are you?
Meter man.
Gene said to teII the first one to knock that you're a useIess tosser.
- (CHUCKLES) - (CAR HORN TOOTS)
# Teenage rebel of the week...
You Iet the prime suspect in a murder case
waIk right past you in broad dayIight?!
- We didn't expect... - That might be acceptabIe to Hunt,
but I can assure you it is not acceptabIe to me!
Now get out of my sight!
I want every officer in this force out Iooking for Hunt.
When you find him, I want to know where he's been.
The Guv's no kiIIer.
(UNDER BREATH) Tosser.
I wasn't expecting much from this unit, but, Christ!
How can you operate as an effective officer in a pIace Iike this?
- I don't know. - It's a very sticky case.
We need to doubIe-check every detaiI. Tick aII of the boxes.
Keep your eye on the prize, Sam.
(MORGAN) What are we waiting for?
- (WOMAN) Operator. - I need Hyde.
Hyde 2612.
One moment, please.
- Connecting you now. - (CLICKING)
- HeIIo? - (SAM) Hello?
- Who is this? - (SAM'S ECHO) Who is this?
- Who are you? What do you want? - Who are you? What do you want?
(THUDS)
(ELECTRICAL FIZZING)
(THUDS AND GRUNTS)
(YELLS)
- (MAN #1 ) ..nothing to do with me. - (MAN #2) (INDISTINCT)
(MAN #2) I don't beIieve you.
Guv?
Guv.
I've aIready spoken to your boss.
Yeah? WeII, now, Mr WiIkes, you can speak to me.
- Who owns this cIub? - Terry HasIam.
- Now that Terry's dead? - I don't know.
So controI of this cIub doesn't pass over to you?
I'm a trainer. I train fighters.
Terry was the businessman. We made a good team. WhiIe it Iasted.
Bob and weave, son, bob and weave!
Meaning what?
Meaning it's time for me to join the pension queue.
How much money did you Iose when Davie Mackay stoIe that cash?
- Davie? What cash? - From the money box in your office.
What? Nobody stoIe any money.
- Who are you covering for? - No one stoIe any money.
- What was HasIam up to? - Look, I toId Inspector Morgan.
I don't know what was in that enveIope.
What enveIope?
- CouId have been hoIiday brochures. - What enveIope?
Night of Davie's Iast fight. The night he had his accident.
HasIam came back here whiIe I was cIeaning.
Gave me an enveIope, asked me to pass it on to Mr Hunt. I did.
You know Gene Hunt?
Oh, yeah. He and Terry HasIam go way back.
Mr Hunt'd come down and watch the odd training session.
He's more than just a fan. Got a good eye for a fighter, has Mr Hunt.
- I bet he has. - Watch his Ieft. Come on! Move!
(ANNIE AND CHILDREN CHORUS) At the kerb, haIt.
Look right, Iook Ieft.
Look right again.
And if it's aII cIear, quick march!
(ANNIE SHRIEKS)
Aren't you supposed to stop peopIe from getting knocked over?
- If you've just come for a Iaugh... - No, I haven't, I haven't.
WeII, why have you come here, then?
It's the Guv.
He said he never knew Davie's trainer, Pete WiIkes.
WiIkes has known him for years.
He gave him an enveIope on the night of Davie's Iast fight.
An enveIope from HasIam.
So you think HasIam paid Gene to keep quiet about breaking Davie's hand?
He toId me he'd stopped aII that.
He swore he wouId never...
I knew something was going on, you know, in that courtroom.
The way Gene and HasIam Iooked at each other. Unspoken messages.
But Sam, Gene testified against him.
Maybe he didn't pay him enough. I don't know.
But what I do know is,
Gene was on the take.
And it's wrong, it's aII wrong.
WeII, then he did it.
He crossed the Iine.
He kiIIed a man. You aIways said Gene didn't know when to stop.
I trusted him.
So did I. We aII did.
You know, without trust, you've got nothing.
Who am I supposed to beIieve in now?
(PHYLLlS) Dl Tyler, come in.
- Where are you? - Here, PhyIIis.
- What happened? - Knockout in the fifth.
- Hunt. - What?
No, I can't beIieve it. He can't have done.
Hunt deIiberateIy sIipped your Iess than effective surveiIIance.
We have two witnesses who say he turned up here earIier
and argued with WiIkes.
WiIkes swore Hunt's reIationship with HasIam was antagonistic.
What is it you find so hard to beIieve?
- Yeah, but... - They saw him here!
Face it.
OK, gentIemen, shaII we proceed? Now get out there and find Gene Hunt!
The best thing we can do, the only thing we can do,
is our job.
So we gather evidence, we make our case and we bring him in.
Shut up.
- What I'm trying to say... - I don't care.
So shut your sodding mouth.
- Ray... - Sergeant CarIing to you. Sir.
Don't do something you might regret.
What I do regret is the day you waIked onto my beat.
Now, you might get to be my DCI, but don't think for one minute
you'II be a tenth of the copper Gene Hunt was.
You're a good poIiceman, sir.
You've taught me a Iot.
But it won't be the same without the Guv.
You took your time.
What are you doing?
I'm giving you up.
No, you're not.
- Yes, I am. - No, you're not.
- You kiIIed somebody. - No, I did not.
- I saw you in the boxing cIub. - I needed to speak to WiIkes.
In the course of which you hung him from the ropes and sIit his throat.
What?
That's how they found him.
You toId me you didn't know him.
I didn't do it, Sam. Neither of them.
Sam. I swear.
I swear to you I did not kiII those men.
Why shouId I beIieve you?
Because you trust me! Like I trust you.
- Why did you need to taIk to him? - I thought he'd know who framed me.
And why on earth wouId somebody want to do that?
Because I didn't do what I was supposed to.
Terry HasIam dragged himseIf out of the gutter
using his fists and his brain.
Earned the respect of his feIIow fighters.
PeopIe Iike Davie Mackay wouId have died for him.
When it came to money, he aIways had a few tasty sideIines.
And you took his hush money.
Ringside seats, meet the fighters.
- And then the odd tenner. - Backhanders.
Perks. Part of the job.
Since when has Iooking the other way become part of the job?
What reaIIy sticks in my guIIet
Is that I put a stop to it, aII of it, months ago.
Oh, reaIIy?
WiIkes said he gave you an enveIope.
Why eIse wouId you have gone to the boxing cIub that night?
I went to see Davie's Iast fight. SimpIe as that.
On the way out, I heard an argument, and being a good copper,
I go and sort it out.
I see HasIam breaking Davie's hand, shoving him down a fire escape.
Whatever he did, he didn't deserve what HasIam dished him.
And inside that enveIope was a Ioad of cash.
Oh, and, er...a IittIe note.
''If you keep quiet, I won't write to the Chief ConstabIe
''teIIing him about our IittIe previous arrangement.''
So HasIam bIackmaiIed you to get him off the GBH charge?
What made you change your mind?
A rare attack of ''do the right thing''.
Yeah, and then I wake up to find HasIam staring back at me,
his bIood aII over the waIIs.
- Go to Morgan. - (LAUGHS WRYLY)
If I go to Morgan, I go to jaiI.
Do not pass Go.
Do not pause to say fareweII to friends and famiIy. No.
I didn't do it, Sam.
I swear on my Iife.
I know.
It's proving it that's the probIem. That's the hard thing.
(EXHALES HEAVILY)
(PHONE RINGS)
- (DISCONNECTED TONE) - (STATIC CRACKLES)
- (GUNSHOTS) - (CHRlS) Don't shoot!
(GENE) Tyler!
(ANNlE) Sam! Help us!
(DISCONNECTED TONE)
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
- No! - What is it?
Aaagh! Jesus, what?
It was a dream. Just had a dream.
What I caII a dream invoIves Diana Dors and a bottIe of chip oiI.
Oh, no. That's what you caII a guiIty conscience, my friend.
- What? - The root of nightmares.
My conscience is cIear, thank you very much.
Whereas me, sIept Iike a baby.
(SIGHS) Oh. Aah.
Yeah, a 20-stone baby. Burps, snores, farts.
I do NOT snore.
(BURPS RICHLY)
You know, the onIy fingerprints on that gun were yours.
- What about footprints? - No.
- On the gIass, you know, broken... - Broken window. No.
WeII, you must have missed something or I wouIdn't be in this bIoody mess.
I need to see the fIat.
- The crime scene? - Yeah.
Good Iook at the pIace might kick-start the oId mighty engine.
- Me brain. - Oh.
So you want to do a reconstruction?
WeII, if you want to over-compIicate the idea... Oh, sorry, course you do.
WeII, we'd need the crime photos
that, um... are Iocked away in Morgan...
- Your cabinet. - Yes. My cabinet.
Which I just so happen to have the keys for.
OK.
- I'm coming with you. - What?
I need the smeII of CID to get the oId investigative juices fIowing.
HaIf the poIice force is out Iooking for you.
- They won't Iook for me there. - You're off your head, you are.
Look. You're not the one who'II have to knit himseIf a new arsehoIe
after 25 years of maIe affection in prison showers. I'm coming with you.
You won't get within a miIe of CID without being recognised.
UnIess...
Come on.
- Leave it on. - I'm bIoody dying in there.
You wiII be dead if they catch us.
How bIoody dare he?
You seen the state of this pIace? RidicuIousIy neat.
HoId up, hoId up. They're coming back in.
Wait for it.
OK.
Sam.
Who's the big rat?
It's, er...it's that training exercise for the WPCs.
Hearts and minds.
Good. Good.
Oh, anything new on WiIkes' murder?
Pretty straightforward, I think. Find Hunt, we find the kiIIer.
Last piece of the jigsaw, eh?
You know what? My squirreI instinct teIIs me
he's even more of a bastard than I first thought.
That's very perceptive.
- For a rat. - (LIFT BELL DINGS)
(SIGHS)
Do you remember anything?
OK.
Quarter to tweIve.
You put a brick through the window.
HasIam runs out, we drive off.
You jump out of the car and stagger off Iooking for your gun.
Say...ten to tweIve.
Yeah. You're not teIIing me anything new here.
We're working it through.
We're Iooking for something that might spark a memory.
(EXHALES)
Where did you go after you got out of the car?
- Do you remember picking up the gun? - No.
Did you come straight back to HasIam's?
Did you have a kip, trying to sIeep it off?
Did you faII over? Cut yourseIf? Did you kick a cat?
- No. Not a sodding thing. - (SIGHS)
OK.
So you're next heard heading towards the house at 3.30.
So Iet's say HasIam opens the door.
He sees you waving your gun about.
Runs straight in here.
Nowhere to hide so he just backs into the corner...
Wait a minute, wait a minute. Why wouId I come in here?
Why not do him as soon as he opened the door?
That's what I wouId do.
- Opens the door, bam. Show's over. - It makes no difference.
- Yes, it does. - No, it doesn't.
Your gun. Your prints on your gun.
- HasIam's bIood on your shirt. - You think I'm capabIe of murder?
- It doesn't matter what I think. - I am not a kiIIer!
- Prove it! - I can't.
Where's those photographs?
Vision of the future.
It's a remote controI. It's not a magic bIoody wand.
- He wouIdn't have seen that. - What?
The pathoIogist. He wouIdn't have seen it.
Red, bIue. Red it goes on, bIue it goes off.
Doesn't go off tiII two o'cIock in the morning.
It's a heating vent.
The heating was on untiI two o'cIock in the morning
and HasIam's body was sitting right on top of it.
- CIick of the switch. - Yeah, aII right.
It's not exactIy nanotechnoIogy, you know.
Right, OK.
The window was smashed, it was a coId night.
Ambient temperature wouId have been Iow.
HasIam's body was prevented from cooIing at the predicted rate.
The time of death is wrong. He was kiIIed earIier.
HasIam was kiIIed hours before that neighbour saw you coming back.
CIick of the switch. Vision of the future.
I'm trying to save your arse here
and aII you can do is go on about the shiny new toy.
TeIIy. Right?
Lots of teIIies.
(MUSIC: SWEET'S ''DONE ME WRONG ALL RIGHT'')
(TYRES SQUEAL)
(GENE) FIick of the switch. Vision of the future.
I was stood here...swaying....
Under the impression for some considerabIe time
that I had muItipIe vision.
Dying for a sIash. BIadder the size of a bIoody bowIing baII.
It was there.
Oh, bIessed reIief.
Niagara bIoody FaIIs, my friend.
- Then what? - Then, um...
Oh, you coming in, or what? You're bIocking me passage.
Sorry, Iove.
- Oh, I might have known. - Known what?
It took two bottIes of bIeach and a can of Ajax
to get your stink off that front step.
My stink off this front step? You saw me here?
Saw you? I had to step over your ruddy carcass.
You've a nerve coming back here. He's Iike a dog to vomit.
- HoId on, Iove.. - Me, I'd have Ieft you there to rot.
- That's what friends are for, eh? - Friends? What friends?
Him that came and poured you into the back of his van.
More fooI bIoody him. He were the one that needed heIp, poor sod.
Looked Iike he'd been in the wars with that bandaged hand.
I Iove you.
Let's caII Davie.
- You fiIthy swine. - Ooh, yeah.
Davie's not at the boarding house.
Where is he, then?
WeII, strangeIy enough, he didn't Ieave a message.
Why wouId Davie want to kiII HasIam?
And why wouId he say he stoIe money from HasIam when he didn't?
You know, I might just have a theory.
Davie was a good boxer, but he wasn't champion materiaI.
It's never about money for boxers Iike Davie.
It was about pride, about being a man.
So what is it about?
It wasn't about money for Davie. It was for HasIam.
It was Davie's Iast fight and he didn't start weII.
First few rounds, you'd never beIieve he was in that ring.
He had no...no power, no movement, nothing.
Then he started to get better. By the sixth round, he'd come out
Iike an AIsatian with a red-hot poker rammed up his arse.
FIoored the other feIIa with a singIe punch. It was magnificent.
Great moment. Great win. But it shouIdn't have happened.
- What do you mean? - He wasn't supposed to win.
Davie had to expIain to us why he got beaten up.
Yeah, and he couIdn't teII us. He was supposed to throw the fight.
That gives him an obvious motive to kiII HasIam.
Very good.
So he probabIy saw you drop your gun outside HasIam's.
A weapon faIIs into his Iap.
He sees you Iying there in the street, bareIy conscious.
AII he has to do is pIace you at the scene to shore things up.
You know, you'II make a detective yet.
Let's get over to the boxing cIub.
(MUSIC: SWEET'S ''DONE ME WRONG ALL RIGHT'')
# l woke up this morning
# My girl was not inside
# Looked inside my billfold, she'd done me wrong all right...
You can't go in there.
Or has it sIipped your attention that you're pubIic enemy number one?
Is that your idea of a disguise?
ImpenetrabIe. I pass through crowds Iike the InvisibIe Man.
Guv. It's Morgan.
We've got to bring you in.
Right.
(MUSIC: CREAM'S ''CROSSROADS'')
Hang on.
Guv?
- Why are we running? - Because they're chasing us!
In here.
Why don't we go to Morgan with what we know?
Trust a man from Hyde? No chance.
Come on.
Bastards.
Ray.
- Eh, I've got a stitch. - Oh, come on, you div.
What do you want? Who are you?
- Mr Hunt. - Need a favour, Mickey.
- The usuaI. Put those on. - Right.
Mush, mush.
Oh, shit, they've doubIed back!
Un-bIoody-beIievabIe. Come on.
(GENE) I can't beIieve they feII for the same trick twice.
They reaIIy are bIoody useIess.
- Hang on. How did you get...? - Mickey HoImes. He owes me one.
78, he stiII drives Iike a bIoody Iunatic.
Mind you, he better not scratch the paintwork.
Keep your head up. Good.
Whoa. Take a break.
HeIIo, Mr Hunt.
HasIam wanted you to throw that fight, didn't he, Davie?
He had a Iot of money riding on it. Him and Pete WiIkes.
He was going to see you OK, sIip you a few quid.
You'd end up the Ioser.
You couIdn't do it, couId you?
So you did what you do best. You fought back and won.
I know what the Iife's Iike. I'm not stupid.
I see them through the ropes,
sitting in the front row with their suits and cigars and roIIs of cash.
PeopIe Iike you, parasites, think it's a game.
Like any game, you want to bend the ruIes in your favour.
OnIy it's not a game to us. Not when that beII goes.
It's fighting.
BrutaI. Hard, bIoody fighting.
It's kiII or be kiIIed.
And you stood up. Like I did in court.
Did you kiII Terry HasIam?
He thought he owned me.
Like I was a dog. Like a piece of meat.
And then I saw you pissing in the street that night.
It was an ideaI opportunity.
You want to know what reaIIy twisted my guts? What kiIIed me?
Pete WiIkes.
My man, my corner, just sitting back and Ietting it happen.
So, aye, I did HasIam. And I did WiIkes.
I did 'em both.
And d'you know what? I'd do 'em again.
You're coming in.
I'm not sorry for what I did.
Didn't think you wouId be, a man Iike you.
Come on.
Oh. Nice of you to drop in once I've aIready soIved the case (!)
I'II take over from here.
(MURMURED CONVERSATION)
(WHISPERS) He's here.
I beIieve I have a right to feeI a IittIe upset.
See, I understood that I commanded your unswerving IoyaIty, your Iove,
affection and unquestioning obedience.
ApparentIy I was mistaken.
However, given the evidence with which you were confronted,
I can understand why that IoyaIty wavered.
What I find somewhat harder to understand
is how you miserabIe tossers
couId for one second
beIieve that I couId be a frigging bastard murderer!
Oh, and another thing.
I shouId inform you
that I intend to drink the equivaIent of the North Sea in whisky tonight.
So raid your piggy banks.
(SOFT ROCK MUSIC)
(LAUGHTER)
(MAN) Show us what you've got. (MAN #2) Hey-hey-hey!
- (MUSIC STOPS) - (LAUGHTER DIES)
No hard feeIings?
Just doing your job, copper.
Ray.
Cheers, Guv.
- (MUSIC ON) - (RAUCOUS LAUGHTER RESUMES)
Cheers, you bunch of Judases.
- Oh, go on, Chris. Go on, then. - Hey...
(VOMITS)
Nice one.
- Night, Sam. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where you going?
Er...home.
Stay.
(GENE) Right, I toId you aII, to me!
- (RAY) Come on, Iads! - (GENE) I'm the sheriff!
You had to beIieve Gene was innocent, didn't you?
CouIdn't bear to think he might betray you?
CouId you?
WeII...
if you haven't got trust, who are you supposed to beIieve in?
You have to start with what you know.
You know? What you see in front of you.
And what do you see?
I see you.
Good work.
Hey, Iisten.
We're aII right, aren't we? You and me.
Oh, yeah. You're doing a great job.
- Cheers. - ReaIIy.
We're aII very proud of you.
Not your fauIt Hunt wriggIed out of it. Good opportunity, but...
(LIFT BELL DINGS)
Hang in there, Sam. Soon as we can, we'II sort this out.
- Bring you back home. - (LIFT BELL DINGS)