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Life On Mars.
Sam?
Come back to us.
-How's he doing? -He's doing just fine.
-Who are you? -I'm your worst nightmare.
What're you doing?
I'm gonna kill you, Tyler.
Are you on strike? Come on, hands off your ding-a-ling.
We've had another shout.
Seeing as how you broke my door down,
I take it it's big.
As Shelley Winters' arse.
Tyler!
My name is Sam Tyler.
I had an accident and I woke up in 1973.
Am i mad? In a coma? Or back in time?
Whatever's happened, it's like I've landed on a different planet.
Now maybe if I can work out a reason, I can get home.
Series Two Episode One
This is the third violent attack in two days.
Bloody press will be all over us.
Moving, you bastards!
Ray, any of this slime put a toe on the the bus, break it.
Step out of this, Gladys, job to do!
DCI Hunt, do you have any comm...
D'you keep a journalist chained in your basement,
for a random beating, guv?
Don't have a basement.
That lot should stay off me back.
Well, they're asking for results and we're not obliging.
Looks like the attack was vicious.
A couple of blows, at least.
First one struck the window,
the second one hit him square in the jaw.
Obviously, a blowing object was used: crowbar, hammer...
That's weird.
He takes his money...
but leaves his gold rings?
DCI Hunt! We know you can hear us up there!
Look at 'em. Bloody parasites.
Murder on the street for the second night, Mr Hunt.
With a shortage of results on serious crime, what's going on?
I am trying to do my job!
And you limp-wristed sallies, you're getting in me way!
Chris, Ray!
This is just the beginning, Sam.
Hurts, doesn't it?
I'm enjoying it.
You're all skin and bone...
Rag-and-bone!
Rag-and-bone?
DCI Hunt!
Your sarge is about to give me a good kicking.
He's a DC these days, We find it suits him better.
Alright, listen up.
These violent attacks are totally unacceptable.
And this department is dedicated to bringing the culprits to justice.
Swiftly and fairly.
What exactly are you doing to curb this crime spree, Mr Hunt?
Well, we're...
Yeah, we're doing all we can.
They found it, Guv. The arches.
Ray, what do we say when we see a piece of evidence on the ground?
"Wait for forensics"...
What sort of man steps up behind a bloke on a bus,
and puts that down on his head?
I want you to nail this fast.
So, we preserve the scene, we dust for prints...
You've seen it out there, Sam. People are scared.
Pull in someone from the "We don't like you" list,
put their dabs on the hammer, charge 'em, whip it past the beak.
There's lot of scum out there that deserve another spell inside.
-Buy us more time. -Look.
You wanna wear the sheriff's badge, Guv?
Well, it comes with responsability.
-By. The. Book. -Cobblers!
The world's getting tougher a place, you have to match it.
The people want the job done, they don't wanna know how.
Too right. You don't want a mirror at the dentist, do you?
Inspector!
Harry.
Hello, Gene.
Bastard ol' week, eh?
Not for me, thank you, sir.
He only likes the ones you buy from a sweet shop.
Are you not missing tea with the mayor?
Less of that, Chief Inspector.
Though I'm probably missing tea with some bugger.
So, you're the boy wonder.
Inspector Tyler, sir.
Chief Superintendent Harry Woolf.
You're a lucky man, Tyler, you've got the best here.
I weep with happiness every morning, sir.
He's not so different from you when you were my DI, Gene.
Minus the looks, of course.
So, you've got problems?
I'm saying it to all divisions: the city needs to feel safe, Gene.
Point is, this is under the glare. So let's make it clean,
make it count. Yes?
That would be... by the book then, sir?
Yes, that's it.
By the jolly old book.
Let's get this party started.
I wanna match all those dabs inside of two days!
Oh, my Lord, take a look at this.
Fingertips search.
Off you go, lads, like I showed you.
In a line, slowly.
In a line!
Now hands that do dishes can feel soft as your face,
with mild green Fairy Liquid
Ray, bring in Andy Eddows.
Nah, he's a mugger, Guv, but he's never used a weapon.
He might have got wind of who's behind this one.
Oh, you're gonna bang heads!
Let joy be unconfined.
I am searching for evidence.
Running prints past Scotty Yard.
Interviewing informants.
Thorough.
And by. The. Book.
Who cordoned off the scene?
I told 'em it was on your say so.
Come on.
We have a bus to catch.
Alright, go slow, Annie. Take your time.
Are you alright?
Yeah, I'm fine.
What was all that about?
You're as white as a sheet, you are.
I didn't sleep very well last night.
Nightmares. I was dreaming about...
You know, where I come from.
You mean, whoo, Hyde.
-There was someone... -What's that?
Don't touch it.
I saw this on Man in a Suitcase.
Except Richard Bradford wasn't using a pair of eyebrow tweezers.
This is not the Magna Carta, just put an X!
-Come on, Askey! -What's going on, Phyllis?
Trying to sign him into the funny farm.
Just sign. Come on!
Chris, where's the guv?
You don't understand, I've been seeing things.
Get off me!
No one believes me. But it's true.
I see things. I have visions.
Just calm down.
It's horrible.
'Cause I know the truth and no one else does.
Just chill out, okay?
World isn't what they think.
How do you think that makes me feel?
So alone.
I'm so alone!
It don't half make it easier when they're space rangers.
No briefs, no statements, no dull stuff.
Call the quack, end of story.
He sees things.
Yeah, poor messed-up sod.
Oh, we got an ID on the bloke on the bus.
George Reals, 51, no record.
I need to see Hunt.
He's having a little chat with that mugger he pulled in.
Black suits you, Eddows. D'you want an eye in the same colour?
I was at me father's funeral!
It could be yours next, pal.
Who's mugging folk with a claw hammer?
Dunno.
-No! Dad. -Tell the truth.
Or I'm gonna kick the crap out of your old fella.
D'you wanna tell the press how we started this inquiry
by comitting GBH on a pot of human remains?
We need solid leads.
-How about the casino? -Not now, I'm working.
Boss, list of belongings found on the victim.
Right, listen up, you lot.
Reals and the others were probably mugged
because they had a big night at a casino.
If this was a straight mugging,
why not take his jewellery?
Reals' son says he was wearing a gold fob watch
with his initials etched on the back. He took that.
Maybe he couldn't get the rings off his fingers.
Or the bells off his toes!
Morgue report, guv.
"George Reals died of a heart attack induced by stress."
It's funny what a hammer to the skull can do, innit?
Plod found Reals's bus ticket.
Now I've checked the fare-stage, Cedar Road.
300 yards from the Wild Card casino.
Right, we'll swing down there.
I know the owner. Good work, Raymondo.
I'm popping you back up to DS.
But this time, make it stand for Detective Sergent and not Dog Shit.
The press are already calling us "incompetent".
This is not the time to start dishing out promotions.
I need a new sarge.
Great, okay. I'll tell you what, Ray.
If you can whistle "She'll be coming round the mountain",
he'll make you an inspector!
Alright, Daphne. You wanna improve the team?
Find me a new DC.
-I didn't ask for a plod. -I did.
I need statements taken from all the staff.
This will save time.
-Good evening, ladies. -Piss off!
I've got a tingling in my tummy button.
Job at hand, Chris. Job at hand.
Private club, you can't come in.
Special pass.
Mr Hunt. How are you, Gene?
I take it you're not here for the roulette?
Tyler!
Tyler, this is Mr Crane.
Tony Crane.
Sorry man, too much Chinzano. Do we know each other?
We will, one day.
I mean.... No.
We're here on business.
I presume you heard about these attacks, a bloke was killed last night.
The last thing he did was visit your club.
Have you got a book of members?
No problem.
So, no one was acting suspisciouly in here last night?
We fully comply with the city law, 48-hour wait till membership.
George Reals is not in the registration book.
Then he weren't here.
He caught a bus right outside your club.
And we found this
near his body.
Never use crown chips.
We use star.
How long have you had your gaming licence?
I've two pinball arcades in Bolton, got this place about seven months ago.
How do you raise the cash? Backstreet gaming dens?
Inspector.
Government have closed a lot of places down.
Industry's gasping for air.
We don't need our clients being mugged as well.
Beers all 'round?
-Double Diamond, works wonders. -Not for me.
I can give you every member's name, address,
bank details... You might find a lead.
-It's very good of you. -Fellas.
I'm not a clergy man, but I'm legit.
More people like me grow, better it'll be for the industry.
Oh, you will grow, Tony.
I'm glad you think so, Inspector.
I wanna have a look around.
Mi casa es su casa.
Routine interviews and you're giving Crane the third degree.
Somebody like Tony Crane does not rise so fast
without getting blood on his hands.
-And as for where he's heading... -Sounds like a vendetta.
Tell me.
Was he boffing your mother up the arris
and eating all your cream horns while he was at it?
I know Crane.
Well, I know somebody just like him.
Ended up running a gaming empire.
No one could stop him.
Almost no one.
Guv, don't you ever look at somebody you're sending down,
and wish you'd done it years ago?
Crane's legit, Sam.
Pay a visit to the other casinos in the morning, start afresh.
Now, I'm gonna have a go at the blackjack table.
Never waste a night out!
Oh, my God.
Are you staying until the uniform boys are done?
Or can I take me turn on the blackjack?
It's you, innit?
-You're doing this to me. -Look, Inspector.
-I don't know what your game is. -You're sat next to me, aren't you?
You're sat next to my bed in the hospital room.
Are you feeling okay?
Don't touch me.
Who do you think I am, Inspector?
Sir, do you want us to start with the working croupiers? We're all...
Sir?
Sam!
Oi, what're you doing?
Leaving so soon, Inspector?
Can't we tempt you to stay?
I had him on remand.
I had witnesses ready to testify. CPS said it was watertight.
-Calm down. Talk sense. -How could he be out, Annie?
My case was sound!
So what, I go to hospital and suddenly the whole thing falls apart?
They must have thrown the case out for some reason.
And now, Tony Crane has found me.
And he's getting his revenge.
He's torturing me.
Just remember.
You can't get at him from a padded cell.
Leaving so soon, Inspector?
Can't we tempt you to stay?
You used my wife to testify against me.
But you couldn't protect her.
Eve's blood is on your hands, Tyler.
And what did it get you? I'm out, and you're locked in there.
Eve.
-What do you want, Inspector? -Eve Crane.
Eve Olawi, actually.
Not forever.
Excuse me?
I should have known it was you as soon as I saw you.
I owe it to myself to say this to you, okay?
Leave Tony Crane. Just go far away from him.
He's gonna ask you to marry him and he's gonna make you a business partner.
Is that what this is all about?
Doest it bother you that much? A coloured bird with a bit of power?
I know this is gonna sound mad. But...
Tony Crane will destroy you, Eve.
And he'll take his time doing it.
That is why you will betray him in thirty years time.
Just save yourself the pain of a miserable life and leave him now.
Not that it's any of your business, but he loves me.
You have no idea where all this is heading.
Nobody ever does.
-Eve. -Annie.
No, she's running the business with him.
She was the one who eventually decided to go to the police about him.
So he beat her to death.
Right. So we're talking about a man committing a murder in the future.
D'you know, I was meant to be protecting her.
I was trying to get her to safety. And before I could,
Tony Crane killed her. But now, I can save her.
I've been given the chance that every copper dreams about.
Stopping a killer before he kills.
You can't convict a person for something they haven't done yet.
Tony Crane is behind those attacks.
He is behind the murder of George Reals.
We can get him life for that.
We can stop him from becoming...
I'm going back to the crime scene, there's work to be done.
Work you started!
Boss.
Bloody hell, you look like something out of the Adams Family.
Up all night.
Alright, that was her name?
Migraine.
German bird?
Where's the guv?
There you go.
These are the candidates from uniform for the DC job.
PC Chapman is in his eighties, isn't he?
Give over, he's 45!
You must give me the name of his personal trainer.
Man in medical need of a Scotch.
There's a man
who will destroy people's lives, Nelson.
I've gotta stop him from becoming a killer.
He's a monster.
Will be, one day.
Can you really know what a man will become?
You don't understand.
I see things.
I have vis...
A vision.
No one understands.
You so sure, mon brave?
Sam.
Sometimes, you have to look again at who you have around you.
You might find the strength you need.
No fancy hunches. By. The. Book.
You started this, now I'm sticking with it.
Both Reals and the other victims may have won heavily at Crane's casino.
Chips don't match.
We only have his word for it!
We pull him in, we put the squeeze on him.
Why is that so hard for you to agree to?
Because, I'm policing in the full glare of the public bloody eye,
and the Chief Super's taking a personal interest,
and we also have no flipping evidence.
And I can't believe I just said that!
I know what this man is capable of.
You after my sheriff's badge?
You always have to fight me, even when I'm doing it your way.
Tony Crane is rotten to the core, it is in his blood!
Tell Askey to shove over,
I'm sure there's room in that padded cell for two.
Shut up, DC Carling.
-DS. -Whatever!
Leave Tony Crane be.
Right, double-check all statements, go through all the door-to-doors again.
Chase up the dabs from London.
We're gonna build this case up again from ground level.
Party time.
Wagon Wheel, strawberry milk.
Works every time.
Not this time.
Headaches, upset stomach...
You're not looking after yourself.
You see, Crane here was almost convicted with blackmail in 1971.
But the claimant suddenly dropped all the charges because he got to him.
That's what happened in my murder case, I bet ya.
Intimidate the witnesses...
See, that's what he does. That's his style.
CPS had no choice.
Tonight, you and me, snazzy night out.
Alvin Stardust, bop till you drop.
I saw her, Annie.
I know what's gonna happen to Eve.
I know what kind of life is waiting for her with him.
And believe me, there's plenty of others he's gonna destroy as well.
If Crane is behind these attacks,
then eventually, the investigation is gonna take you to him.
No. The CID won't listen. It's a waste of time.
Well, if it's so awful, why are you still here?
Believe me, I wake up every morning
and I ask myself the same question.
You know why you're here.
And I do, too.
You're lucky, Sam.
At least, in CID, you have a chance to make a difference, and you do.
-Do I? -Yeah.
And...
To me, you do, too.
What is it, Sam?
Is he alright?
It's alright, he's okay.
He's fine, it's just a stomach upset.
I'll get you some water.
His airways must have somehow been disconnected.
Well, he's stable now.
-Night. -Good night, Doctor.
You were lucky that time, Tyler.
Now your life's in my hands.
And your luck is running out.
Who were you ringing, Sam?
Wait a minute.
Crown chips.
Look. In the picture.
Crown chips.
He told us he'd never used crown chips.
Maybe he forgot he had them.
It gives us an excuse though, doesn't it?
It gives us an excuse to start kicking doors down.
Come on.
You're such a div, Chris.
Well, it's shit, innit? It's never gonna work.
-Never ever. -Alright, boss?
What d'you call these things again?
-Stringer. -Stinger.
And these things stop cars, yeah?
You're a right little Caractacus Potts, aren't you boss?
I didn't invent it.
Actually, I suppose I just did.
Anyway, come on. Car, now.
That's right.
Leave the plod to tidy up.
We should square this with the guv.
We don't have time to go around every boozer in town.
We don't even have a warrant.
It's never stopped you before, has it?
Hey, easy does it.
Where's your boss?
I found the... guv.
What the bloody hell's going on? I'm thirty nicker up out there!
-Where's Crane? -What's going on now?
Ray.
Tony Crane, you are under arrest.
You're barking up the wrong tree, Tyler, and it's gonna fall on you!
He lied to us about the chips he used.
They're the same as the one we found on the murder scene.
Mr Hunt.
We'll continue this down at the station.
Chris, catch him for me.
I'll call my lawyer.
You might get held up.
Let him go.
Just tread carefully, Gene.
The press are breathing down our necks all right.
Work together on this one, hey. Good lad.
Crane knows the law.
That's why the fraud squad could never get him.
Fraud? Squad? Since when?
I checked the prints on the hammer from the crime scene.
Weren't proper prints at all.
It's a blank. So no link to Crane.
He lied about the crown chips.
-He's guilty! -Doesn't add up.
What, a young turk like him is gonna bump off
everybody who has a cracking hand at baccara?
We have to nail him.
You forced me up onto a pedestal, Tyler, for everyone to see.
The press, the public, Harry Woolf.
Everyone. Now you're throwing eggs at me?
Lean on him, guv.
Just lean on him.
This is the brief.
What do you want us to do to him... do with him?
I lied about the crown chips. That were a mistake.
I should've done this sooner.
I've gotta hand it to you, Crane.
That's one hell of a bribe.
Silver strip looks like tinfoil.
Paper's too rough.
Fake.
They've been running through our books for three weeks.
Someone's using the casino to launder.
What, and you've only just noticed?
Cashiers picked up on the early notes,
but then they got harder to spot.
Alright. I give up.
George Reals was at the club the other night.
I lied in order to buy myself time
-for internal inquiry. -How very grown-up of you.
Tell me, what were the findings of this "inquiry"?
The police know there's funny money on the streets,
they start kicking in doors.
I need to keep my business running.
So these forgers panicked when they realized
there were a lot of toy notes getting out.
Then they went after the punters with the big wins.
Like George Reals.
I've done as much as I could to find these fellas.
It's up to you boys, now.
You're a liar.
Happy night, boss?
Why don't you just go and count some paper clips, Phyllis?
I'll be seeing you.
I was happy to put some scrote down to buy us time.
And I thought you were the one who had the principles.
Oh, yes. I'll be seeing you.
Tyler, what's wrong with you?
Gotta pull in a forger. Follow the fake cash.
Where are you going?
Eve begged me to stop.
You will do it, Sam.
Come on, Tyler, beg for your life.
Just like she did.
Hey, watch it!
I'm blind.
-How can you be blind? -I'm blind!
Can you see anything at all?
Just a blur... My head's split.
It's a migraine.
Wait.
You're back.
How can I save Eve if I can't even save myself, Annie?
You know what your problem is?
You think you can do it all.
I don't have a choice.
Alright, McKey.
Are you saying there are no forgers working in this city?
I'd stake my life on it.
That leaves you, then.
Now, hang on!
What've you got in your garden shed these days?
Lawnmowers?
Magic lawnmowers that print money?
I'm retired.
We'll take a look, shall we? Sam, you're coming with me.
Crane has fed you a side-winder.
You waste your time with this forger if you want,
I know what I've gotta do.
Oi, you're coming with me and that's an order!
-Piss off. -We follow the money.
As long as there's breath left in my body,
I am going to try to save Eve
and all the others that he is going to kill one day.
Judge wouldn't agree, jury wouldn't agree.
Press wouldn't agree. Super wouldn't agree.
I don't agree with you, my butcher wouldn't agree with you!
You have nothing but your bloody ego.
Now we have got a proper lead.
You should be cock-a-bloody-hoop we're doing this the Hyde way!
D'you wanna know about Hyde?
D'you wanna know where I really come from?
This team is a joke.
Go on, then.
Walk out, give me an excuse to kick the crap out of you!
I've wasted enough time already.
Don't touch me.
Look at me, look me in the eyes,
and tell me that you don't doubt him sometimes.
Come on, you see it, don't you?
The darkness in him.
We all have a dark side, Inspector.
He treats you like a princess.
And he shows you love and dignity.
So you take the rough with the smooth.
But as time goes on, it gest worse.
And the dark side gets darker.
So you drink and you take pills to blot it all out.
I don't take anything. What kind of freaky...
Your precious life
goes down the toilet one pill at a time.
And then one day,
far from now,
when you're tired and you're drained
and you're rattling like a chemist shop,
you see one horror too many.
And you call me.
And Tony Crane brutally rapes you, and then...
batters you to death.
If I can save you, then who knows?
Maybe I can save myself, because he's gonna get me too.
We're in this together, me and you, Eve.
You're insane.
This chip's just like the one stolen from George Reals.
Put this in Tony's desk drawer.
Why?
So that when I lead a police raid in about an hour,
I find it.
You'd fit him up?
I would never fit anybody up who didn't...
Who didn't deserve it.
I won't do it.
Do this one thing for me, Eve.
And I promise you,
your life is just beginning.
Bastard.
No, not a bastard.
Just a copper.
Hello, Inspector.
Planting evidence.
Printing money and laundering it through your own casino.
Was it McKey?
He's getting old, isn't he?
His stuff's not quite good enough.
So when George Reals walked out of here with a wedge of it, you panicked.
You're the one who should be panicking.
You're finished.
What's funny?
You like cards, Tony.
Why don't we put them on the table?
You know, don't you?
-Know what? -Come on.
D'you want me to say it?
That'd be nice.
You know that I'm lying in intensive care
thirty years in the future.
You see, I had a car accident, and I woke up here.
But you, the rich powerful 21st century you,
is sitting by my bedside, tormenting me.
And you're gonna turn off my life support,
and you're gonna have me found dead by the nurses.
Now, is this ringing any bells?
You will forgive me if this sounds like...
you're clutching at a straw.
Clutching at straws is a carrier option, these days.
Okay, maybe I'm not in a coma.
Maybe I'm just mad.
But at least, I can try to save Eve.
And all the others that you are gonna kill.
I'm not a killer.
Oh, come off it, Tony.
You were born a monster.
You just don't know it yet.
What're you gonna do?
Arrest me for a crime I might commit thirty years in the future?
Your DCI'll throw you out.
What d'you think we are, the boy scouts? We're the police!
We can have you serving life so fast your feet won't touch the ground!
Hunt won't go along with that.
Then you don't know Gene Hunt.
Well, that's a crying shame.
'Cause I actually liked him.
It's me.
Get the copper as well.
Phil, show the inspector out.
Please, please, no!
Once we get ourselves out of this little pickle, we'll arrest everybody.
-Including you, Boris! -Don't!
That's insane! He just wanted to look in the shed!
Somebody help me!
-Stop ! -Don't do this!
-Lads! -Please, please, no!
This is not like George Reals, this is premeditated!
Step away!
Well, you were right about Crane.
Maybe I won't kick ten tons of shit out of you later.
But if you'd have backed me from the start...
We would've got evidence from McKey that would've lead us to Crane eventually!
It was done by the book until you decided to rewrite it!
What choice did I have?
I was on my own! I'm always on my own!
Oh, it's my turn next, is it? Lucky me!
We thought you'd like to die together.
Wait, wait.
I'm dying for a smoke.
How about a cigarette, lads?
My last request and all that?
Cigaretta?
Come on lads, you're gonna have to bury us soon.
It's hard graft.
Not in a hurry, are you?
Top pocket.
You'll both be dead soon.
Thank you.
Sorry.
Come on.
Those things will kill you.
Crane!
Tyler, what's wrong with you?
I can't guv... Just go, go.
Come on.
Shit!
Ray, you beauty!
Well, when you didn't show, guv,
we thought we'd better have a look over here.
Good call, sergeant.
38 stone of Hungarian laid up there.
No sweat guv, we'll cuff'em and tell uniforms to bring the wagon in.
Give me an eyeball on a green GT6, L-reg, heading west of the city
from Cedar Road direction.
Now where?
It's over.
You're no longer the hero up here.
You're powerless.
You couldn't save Eve.
And no one will save you.
This is it, Tyler.
Alpha 1 to Romeo Fox Trot, over.
Go ahead, Phyllis.
Green GT6 spotted entering the textile district.
I need all the cars you've got. We have to close him down.
Should be entering from the Drake road end
We're on it.
We're heading into Ash Road now, cut him off by the gasworks.
I'm pulling in officers off the high street to the precinct
and I'm re-routing all our units as fast as I can.
This is it, Tyler.
What's up with you?
I'm dying.
Rubbish. I feel like you do every sunday morning.
Alright, you lot!
Close off that street. I don't want anyone getting through.
No, stop!
What're you doing?
You're nicked.
Get out.
Stringer!
Stinger.
That's the one.
He's still got us by the short and curlies.
We've got no evidence.
We could cut the henchmen a deal, if they finger Crane.
We're in the public glare.
We have to make this watertight.
-Excuse me, sir? -Not now, love, grown-up talk.
I heard him order the attack on you and McKey.
At least, I took that to mean...
-No evidence. -Excuse me?
You don't see our lips moving, sweetheart?
We rack up the pressure on him, we hold him on remand,
What with?
-No evidence! -Excuse me.
I did some work. On a crime scene?
Might help.
I had, er, WPC Jones help me.
I just thought I'd seen one of Crane's henchmen use an inhaler.
Insert for a disk breather.
For asthmatics.
I'm being stupid, aren't I?
-Proper little Nancy Drew... -No, no, there's a link.
Between those muggings, the counterfeit racket and Crane.
We won't get him on 1st degree murder.
But we can imply a link to manufacture and laundering. Which means...
We could at least get him for accessory to manslaughter.
Not good enough.
Ten years! Good enough for me.
Plea-bargain, he'll get six, he'll be out in three.
He's got the money to make it happen.
We haven't stopped him becoming a killer!
I need him in for life, Gene!
Are you listening to me? Life!
From the murder scene.
Hungarians must have been behind the whole operation.
You know, forging the money.
What, in your casino?
You have nothing that ain't circumstantial or circumspect.
Jury'll rather believe us, pal.
I wanna hear your DI who tried to fit me up.
I have a croupier who'll take the stand on that.
A man was murdered on your premises.
I bet a few died here in the station.
It don't mean you arranged it.
You're looking at a ten strech, Tony.
Oh, this case is a leaky vessel.
I'll tell you what will sink it.
Your DI...
is insane.
Oh, yes.
He's totally loco
Go on, Sam.
Get if off your chest. You know you want to.
What's he on about, Sam?
Sam Tyler is from the future.
He's a time traveller. Sort of.
Go on, Sam, tell 'em the truth.
They know you're not right in the head.
You can't hide it anymore.
Tell 'em.
I'm from...
thirty years in the future.
He has a car accident, he wakes up here.
And there's another Tony Crane, he's in the future,
and he's trying to kill him.
Tyler destroys my incredible empire,
so I find him in a coma,
and I decide I'm gonna torture him.
To death.
I mean... That is bloody good, that.
It gets worse.
I made all of you lot up.
You're all a figment of my imagination.
You people, fantasy created by him.
So...
My DI told you all this?
Actually...
Mr Crane told me this.
Don't start playing games, Tyler!
'Cause you, my friend, are clinically insane.
That's enough to have this whole thing thrown out.
Where did he get all these ideas from, Sam?
You're telling me
you don't know he's cracked?
Come on, you know he is!
Mr Hunt, get a doctor's report on him.
Should I?
Well guv, he you believe what Mr Crane is saying about me, then...
By all means, release him.
You have evidence to assemble a case and go to court.
On the other end,
it would take a seriously disturbed individual
to come up with such a...
bizarre excuse
in order to discredit the arresting officer.
Speed this up.
I'm in a hurry to post bail.
Mr Hunt.
DI Tyler thinks he's from the future.
Cuckoo.
Mr Crane.
I think you need to take a seat to let a doctor take a look at you.
Hey, you can't! This is assault!
No, it's clinical detention for your own safety.
Under section 9 of the Mental Health Act.
-Get the doc in here with a big... -Bastard big.
Bastard big sedative.
Once the doc's satisfied you need specialist treatment,
-under... -Section 12.
You'll be transferred to a secure hospital.
-No doctor will sign that. -Oh, they always do when I tell 'em to!
I'll be out one day!
-You can't stop me! -Wait.
I just did.
Bastard!
You bastard!
I know the truth!
I'm gonna round up the press and make a statement.
Cartwright.
I don't know how he got in.
He attacked the equipment.
Sam's been disconnected for 15 minutes.
It's amazing he managed to hold on.
Who was it?
Psychiatric out patient.
Institutionalized since 1973, apparently.
Don't you stay locked away that long, Sam.
Come back to us.
Find a way to get rid of whatever's holding you in there.
And come back.
I can't come back to you now, Judy.
My mind is made up.
He wasn't perfect. No one is.
Go make yourself a great life.
Okay?
The casino's security team have been arrested in connection with two murders.
We're currently investigating Tony Crane's involvement
in a counterfeiting racket.
I can't say any more at this stage
on the advice of Mr Crane's doctor and quack.
What?
Psychiatrist.
Needless to say, this was very much down to a team effort.
Nancy Drew couldn't hold a candle.
Okay, everyone.
I want you lot to know that today, I was proud to be a part of this team.
And the team's about to grow.
-I found our new DC. -Bring him in, then.
Shut up, you lot!
WDC Cartwright.
Nice one.
Get out of the uniform, then?
Nice arse, love.
Like suet in a bag.
Shit.
Give her 'til tomorrow tea time,
offer her her uniform back.
She'll bite your hand off to take it.
Won't you, love?
-Tyler. -Sam?
I know you can't talk to me right now.
-I just wanted to say... -I can hear you.
-I can always hear you. -I know you can hear me, Sam.
But then I need you to listen.
What?
Wait, how can we be talking?
-I need you to get me out of here. -We will.
I understand your frustration, Sam.
The job's almost done. Don't blow it now.
-Job? -Remember.
If they find out why you're really there, you'll never make it back.
Once we've dealt with it all, you can come home, Sam.
Operator?
Yes, this is DI Tyler.
Who was I just talking to?
One moment, sir.
You were connected to Hyde, 2612.
Is that all, sir?
So.
This is our team, is it?
This is our team.
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