Between the Lines (1992) s01e01 Episode Script

- How much? - 15.
Haven't changed since the budget.
- Tenner.
- 15 each.
- Good girls.
You can see the lights.
- we better.
You will do.
Leave it out, I'm clean.
You haven't binned all your gear, Andy? Sorry about that.
we're not after your body today, son.
It's your mind.
Guv'nor's been feeling neglected lately.
That's right.
You've gone a bit quiet on me.
- Nothing to tell you, Mr Flynn.
- Is that so? Are you selling your favours elsewhere? Eh? How d'you mean? Are you uncomfortable, Andy? I'm talking about the Drug Squad, maybe.
No, no, I swear on my mother's life.
Convince me, Andrew.
Give me something tasty.
- Nothing's happening.
- Tommy McMurray's happening.
- Setting up the deal round here.
- If you say so.
I say so.
And I'm gonna make you his first big customer.
Andy Spence? we're the people you wanted to talk to.
we're officers from the Complaints Investigation Bureau.
You want bent coppers? They're on offer at Mulberry Street nick.
Tone, Tone.
Oi, guv, want another drink, mate? See you later.
- All ready, sir? - we don't wanna cramp your style.
Congratulations on your promotion, Tony.
we'll push the boat out later.
Any word where they're sending you? Could be Mulberry Street's loss is the Flying Squad's gain.
- Don't show out till it's official.
- No way.
- Cheers, sir.
Good luck.
- Be seeing you.
Me and Dave Stoddart are due at the Yobbo.
No, no, no.
Join him there later.
They'll never promote you, you're too fierce.
You should have seen the DCI - when he was a sergeant.
- Bit tasty, was he? If he gave you the old truth drug, you knew about it.
- You wouldn't know it now.
- Cos he's born to it, son.
Moved up to Superintendent.
Knows how to play it.
And there's a lot to be said for being in different nicks.
Not crapping on your own doorstep.
Thanks.
I'm just speaking practically.
we have both got careers to think of.
Yeah, well.
I'd better be getting to the Yobbo.
I'll run you round there.
I wouldn't want you taking any chances guv'nor.
Oi.
Sorry.
Spoiling your party.
No.
You're the life and soul.
Go.
The position is that Mulberry Street has had a whole string of drug raids go bent on it.
The informant, Spence, claims that word's got out before each raid goes down.
- what's he worth? - Spence is a street-level pusher.
But he's also a snout for Mulberry Street CID, so he ought to know the score.
Detective Inspector Flynn.
- And Detective Sergeant Tanner.
- Spence put them in the frame? He claims he doesn't know who the leak's coming from.
Just "an officer" from Mulberry Street.
If this next wave gets blown out like the rest, Spence is afraid that Flynn and Tanner will paste him up for it.
Security seems to have been tight on these operations.
Different reliefs each time, briefings last minute on a need-to-know basis.
So, it's either CID or a top uniform.
Mulberry Street senior management.
Chief Superintendent David Pollock.
Superintendent Patrick Salter.
And head of CID, Detective Chief Inspector Anthony Clark.
Right.
Thank you for bringing me up to speed.
- Mr Huxtable.
- Sir.
- we'll talk later, Maureen, Harry.
- Guv'nor.
I suppose you know about Clark's promotion board? Yes.
I believe he played a blinder.
Flying Squad want a Detective Superintendent.
But they won't want one who's under investigation.
well, he won't be, will he? Not officially.
I think we should have a very close look at him.
But don't let him hear those rubber heels on the pavement.
we are becoming a more criminal society.
wotcha.
Hi.
Recovered from last night, then? well, you know the lads expect it.
I stopped things getting out of hand.
That's what being a guv'nor's all about.
That's why you're getting promoted.
Heard any more? Commander of the Flying Squad wants to talk to me.
- Isn't that what you were pitching for? - Yeah.
But it's just an overture at this stage, informal.
- See if my face fits.
- Have I ever complained? - want a drink? - I'm having a shower.
But you can bring me one up if you like.
Yeah.
Yeah, understood.
Unit's in position, guv.
- Let's go for it.
- Nipper Units from Nipper One.
Go.
- Secure! - Upstairs! - Out of bed.
Now! - Thomas McMurray? Get on the dance floor now Yeah.
what's this worth these days? A caution? You've got to dance the night The CPS blew it but if you pay peanuts you get monkeys.
Yes? Shut the door, Mr Clark.
Commander Huxtable, Chief Superintendent Deakin.
They're from Complaints Investigation Bureau.
Sit down.
Mr Deakin and I want to talk a few things over with you.
Could you tell me what's under discussion? You're uncomfortable, Tony.
You don't mind if we call you Tony? with respect, sir, it doesn't matter if you call me Mickey Mouse.
I wanna know what's going on.
You came here for a discussion with the Flying Squad.
Instead, you're having a discussion with us.
If I'm being investigated, I'm entitled to a form 163, detailing the charges.
Nothing pleases me more than a sensitivity to interviewees' rights.
while we're on the subject, isn't it time I was cautioned? Either I'm being investigated on the level or I'm walking out and giving the Federation a bell.
I'd sit still and listen if I was you.
You're on a rocker, son.
You could go up or down.
You haven't been cautioned because you're not being taped.
You are hoping for a good posting as a Detective Superintendent.
Do you want to be under formal investigation right now? I hear what you say, sir.
we hear there's a bit of private enterprise going on at Mulberry Street.
So, tell us.
what takes you out of the frame? So McMurray walked? He's on a cannabis charge but that's like a parking ticket.
Think he's legged it? If he knows what's frigging good for him.
Andy, open up! Police.
well, Mulberry Street got here before McMurray.
Not much comfort for you, eh, Andy? when the raid on the Black Horse pub was planned and carried out, I was on a junior command course at Bramshill.
- who was running the show for CID? - DI Flynn.
Flynn's been closely involved in most of the raids, including last night's.
And plenty of highly successful ones.
You and Flynn are a team, right? As you know, sir, team-building is part of the job.
Being that close, if Flynn was at it you'd know.
I didn't say that.
If you've got something on Flynn, then stand him up.
Put it to him.
To the best of my knowledge, he is a good officer.
- Black Horse raid? - I told you, I wasn't there.
But you see our problem, Tony.
If there is private enterprise going down at Mulberry Street, it doesn't have to be the one bad apple.
If me and Mr Huxtable were doing it, we'd make sure one of us wasn't the common factor.
He'd do a bit when I was in Lanzarote and I'd do a bit when he was in the Dordogne.
Only common sense.
This is just playing games.
If everybody who could be at it is getting pasted up, throw in Pat Salter and the Chief Super.
who said we weren't? I thought they moved you.
Give you a new start in life, a new identity.
Nah.
No, that's only if you're important.
You've got no authority to keep me here.
I don't have to put up with any crap.
walk out there now, if you want to.
You'd have to deal with McMurray.
He'll have guessed you grassed him up.
And Mulberry Street CID.
You sold 'em a dummy.
That's bollocks.
Mulberry Street must've leaked it, cos I never.
Flynn and Tanner were after you to keep your mouth shut? Is that what you're saying? You reckon they're doing the business at Mulberry CID? How would I know that? I've given you what I can, for Christ's sake.
Get back in there! This place is the pits.
Look, I am bending over backwards to cooperate.
All I can say is if you want to make this an official investigation, go through my bank account, everything else, with a fine-tooth comb.
Everything's on the level.
No skeletons in the cupboard.
You're telling us you're fireproof? well, nobody's fireproof, are they, sir? Does your wife know you're going over the side? I mean, this time.
with the wPC in your crime squad Jennifer Dean? It's not a disciplinary offence.
I don't think it's your business.
we're just getting a feel for what's going on at Mulberry Street.
If you're getting your leg over and you're anxious to keep it quiet - That doesn't make me bent.
- It might make you vulnerable.
You might just be tempted to turn a blind eye, fudge the records a bit, if that'll keep the peace.
I've had a relationship with Dean for the last two months.
It's quite casual on both sides.
She knows the score.
My wife is not aware of it but past experience suggests it wouldn't be the end of the world if she found out.
I wouldn't do anything silly to keep it under wraps.
You impressed your promotion board as an able and ambitious officer.
I'm sure you'd like the opportunity to help us resolve the situation - on your ground.
- Certainly, sir.
If you're not part of the private enterprise at Mulberry Street, we want you to finger who is.
- what infiltrate my own nick? - That's the idea.
Obviously, we can't let you talk it over with family and friends.
You're either in or you're out.
I'm in.
And if we find you're having us over backwards, Tony we'll do your legs like a steamroller.
Mr Clark, I'm Harry Naylor.
Maureen Connell.
- Hello, Mr Clark.
- Hello.
In you go.
- Do you want a coffee, guv? - Thanks.
Anything more from your man? No, he's not a direct witness to anything.
If there is anything.
All right, I'll have a go at him.
I know the ropes at Mulberry Street.
It'll mean more to me.
I was intending keeping you separate.
For the sake of your cover.
My cover's fireproof at Mulberry Street, chum.
No one's going to think I'm a grass in me own nick.
Right.
You're in dead lumber, you know that? And you.
Now, d'you wanna lose this lot and walk? How d'you mean? D'you know Andy Spence? - Seen him around.
- Right.
The next time you see him around, you give me a bell sharpish.
And remember, I've done you a good turn.
Now, if I don't get a service, I'll do you a bad one.
Move.
You say you were warned about the Black Horse raid and the bust at the Marigold club.
That's no good to us if you won't give us your informant.
It was the word on the street.
You watch too many films.
All right, let's hear all about August, when we did the Marchmain estate over.
I work the estate, right? I mean I'm a face there.
Yeah? Somebody give me a bell and says it's gonna get swamped Monday.
- Monday? - Yeah, the bank holiday.
So I got people to see that, right? I was gonna do me business on the Sunday.
But I get another call Saturday, says the bust's been rescheduled to tomorrow.
- who told you all this? - A mate.
Heard it on the street.
Oh, bollocks.
It wasn't mates, it was your heroin supplier.
Now your supplier is dealing with McMurray and your slice of the action's been cut.
That's why you've come over all public spirited.
So who's the supplier we're talking about? That's not what I'm giving you.
Put him back in his box, will you? Let's open the bottle.
Are you any the wiser? August bank holiday.
Notting Hill carnival.
You know what that means in the Met.
Yeah, all leave cancelled, everybody on stand-by.
Imagine the hassle we had laying on a raid, but who'd expect it? They know we're committed elsewhere.
- It was meant to be on a Monday? - Yeah.
That was the plan right up to Saturday.
Troops weren't briefed till Sunday.
So who knew on Saturday? Me.
Pat Salter Micky Flynn.
Come in.
- wotcha, guv.
- Sit down, Mick.
The timesheets have come through for the raid.
D'you want me to check them over? D'you ever ask yourself why we bother? Are you still pissed off about the Squad? I've got a funny feeling.
I reckon I'm getting sidelined.
You got your promotion.
Yeah, but they could stick me in training or community liaison.
You'll get a pension when you're young enough to enjoy it.
You think about that pension.
And think about the baron who supplies a pusher.
- what d'you think he'll retire on? - If he's lucky.
They laugh at us.
Even the crap like McMurray and Andy Spence.
They know we're pissing against the wind with dope.
we can't stand between people and what they want.
Look at porn.
All I know about porn is it made some officers very rich.
- How's he been? - well, he's sulking in the bath.
Oh, well, this should cheer him up.
Sweets, fags bit of that.
Andy the Gynaecologists' Gazette has arrived.
Andy.
Andy! Of course you realise that, being a guv'nor, you don't know the half of what's going on.
- You don't ask, do you? - It makes sense not to a lot of the time.
As long as you've got the right people, you have to trust them to get on with it.
Yeah.
Micky Flynn.
Paul Tanner.
They tell me what they think I ought to know, which is fine, but sometimes I need a bit more than that.
They've got Dave Stoddart putting himself about for them.
- what's that in aid of? - Dunno.
I'd be interested.
It's just a matter of keeping myself covered.
After all, Stoddart would like to give you one.
well, I'll let you know if he shows out or anything.
Yeah.
I'll get back to you.
Pat what is this? Tickets for my lodge's Ladies Night.
Any good to you? Oh.
Right.
Erm, yeah, I'll run it past Sue.
She knows what we're doing every night of the week.
- Dave.
- Hi, Jen.
wotcha.
what you getting up to? The usual.
Just putting meself about a bit.
- For Tanner and Flynn? - Yeah.
- what's that in aid of? - Just keeping me ear to the ground.
Yeah? well, what for? The thing is, they want it kept quiet.
- I'll keep it quiet.
- No, Jen.
Dave.
I'm sorry, love, I'm not allowed to say.
Can you imagine anything of yours that's private ever passing my lips? All I'm doing is trying to get a line on Andy Spence.
If he shows up, Flynn and Tanner wanna know.
why don't they put it round to the reliefs? You won't find him.
I don't know what's going on in their heads.
I just run errands.
Anyway, I have found him.
He showed up in a squat on the estate.
Catch you later.
- He'd better be sensible.
- He knows what's good for him.
You guessed right, guv.
He's showing his face to feed his own habit.
Scored some rock.
He's cut it with a couple of kids and they're doing in there.
- Up there? - we could bust the lot.
D'you mind, son? I'll say what we're gonna do.
- Sorry.
- You done all right.
But we're not busting anybody now.
we'll deal with Spence.
Is that the only way down? Yeah.
Right.
wait for him here and we don't front him up till he's on his own.
I didn't know it was urgent.
And you were in a meeting.
For Christ's sake, who told him to go after Spence? Davey doesn't know, he's just a gofer.
Go home, keep your head down.
If anybody asks, you don't know anything.
Hey.
Get off.
Get off.
Get off! - OK! Get off.
- Hello, Andy.
- Go for a walk.
- Aren't you taking him to the nick? He's our business.
walk.
- where's Flynn? - On the estate, in the Sierra.
- All I did was find Spence.
- Vanish.
Are we getting through to you? Hm? Cos if not, we're gonna keep this up until we do.
Shit, there's the boss.
- Guv'nor, what's going on? - You tell me what's going on.
- who sent you after Spence? - Nobody sent me.
- I certainly didn't.
- Spence blew out the bust.
I wanted him to know he was out of order.
He's my snout.
I'm only the DCI, yeah? I get left out.
You don't want your prints on this.
well, you never have in the past.
- Give him to me.
- Nothing's happening here.
He's not a body! we're talking.
I wanna talk to him.
Give him to me, Mick! Come on, Mick, hand him over.
we stand here much longer, we'll have to start hitting each other.
what was that in aid of? They reckoned I blew out the raid on McMurray.
- They really believed that? - It felt like it.
It wasn't cos you'd been to CIB? No, they never said nothing about that.
You didn't tell them about the investigation? That's not what they wanted.
So, that's all right then, is it? I mean these are the good guys.
- Did you get badly banged about? - I won't make a complaint.
I've got enough aggravation in my life.
You've got to decide who needs looking after.
So that's you, is it? who pulled your nuts out the microwave? who else is gonna look after you? Flynn? You know what I want.
The guy who tipped you off about the drug busts - was your supplier, right? - Yeah.
would you rather deal with Flynn? I can give you back to him right now.
I put my cock on the block for that slag.
what slag are we talking about, Andy? Paul Lucas.
- Through there.
- Ta.
Usual story.
It's the PCA's decision whether or not they'll take him down.
Paul Lucas.
Convicted of minor possession and drug offences in the '80s.
Strongly believed to be an active heroin importer.
At the present moment.
- Anything to tie him to Mulberry Street? - Not to the ground.
But in 1987 -'88, he was an informer for the Drug Squad.
He was handled by a Chief Inspector who returned to uniform as a Superintendent.
Patrick Salter.
well, that doesn't prove anything against Salter.
No.
But it makes him very interesting.
You don't normally go in for police dos.
It's the Ladies Night at Pat's lodge he's invited us to.
- It's not a police do.
- Oh.
Right.
when I said we ought to get out more, you liked the idea.
Yeah, sure.
Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.
- I'd better go and check the damage.
- Not a bad idea.
I know what gets talked about.
Remember, comparisons are odious.
Oh, ta.
- Good do, Pat.
- They're not a bad bunch.
Not afraid to put their hands in their pockets.
Seen a few familiar faces.
They're not all from the job, though.
Bloke I'll introduce you to handles my investments.
Might be useful.
I'd have to make it before I invested it.
You won't be doing badly, son.
You won't be on the breadline.
No, but at the end of the month it's all committed.
Not a lot of spare cash for brilliant strokes.
If you're as pissed off with the job as you've been making out, you want to think about a little nest-egg for the future.
You could go dead short.
It would suit you.
Save all the aggravation.
- Dunno, though.
Tony'd hate it.
- Not if it's done properly.
when you've made a decision, give me a ring.
- I'd do a discount, of course.
- Oh, cheers, Carol.
- Have you got more than one shop? - Mm.
Got three now.
And my eye on another one.
You've gotta take the opportunities - in business.
- Suppose so.
- I wouldn't know where to begin.
- To tell you the truth, me neither.
I can manage the trade and the girls, but when it comes to finance leave me out.
- You got a partner who does that? - Mm.
Pat.
He handles all that side of things.
I'd never have got started without him.
Course we haven't got to go to Portugal.
But I thought you sounded quite interested.
I couldn't say to Pat, "Stuff your apartment" could I? You seem to want to be bosom buddies with them all of a sudden.
Just a matter of oiling the wheels.
we've all got to do a bit.
I thought our next big holiday was Canada.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right, all right.
Bollocks to Portugal.
There a lot of money in this hairdressing lark? Hairdressing? Oh, Carol.
Dunno.
But they seem to have put plenty into it.
- They? - Her and Pat.
Apparently, he set her up in the business.
So what sort of money are we talking about, then? How the hell would I know? I wasn't interviewing her under caution - Oh, you bastard! - Now come on, Sue.
- You shit! - Don't get this out of proportion.
You're setting Pat Salter up, aren't you? what? Is he in the way of your next career move, Tony? So, he needs his legs doing.
It's a matter of some checks.
Sometimes you can't be up-front.
well, if you can't be up-front with me, you leave me right out.
- Never use me like that again! - I'm not doing something I enjoy, Sue! - what do I owe you? - £9.
00, please.
Another five minutes, Mrs Stirling.
Thank you very much.
IC2.
Female.
Heavy build.
40, 45.
Doing a fair bit of business.
Lots of customers, cash payments.
It's a good set-up for laundering.
IC1.
Female.
Slim build.
Brown hair.
Here we go.
Sheila Curry.
what's her form? Meeter and greeter for the mules bringing heroin in through Heathrow.
Not at the sharp end any more, still in the business though.
Doesn't use heroin but she snorts a lot of coke.
- Associates? - Guess.
- Paul Lucas.
- She shacks up with him.
we'd better tell Clark he's got a target to sell.
I had my investment adviser onto me the other day.
He's got a good thing coming up.
Nothing naughty, is it? None of this insider dealing? No, no.
It's fireproof.
The Japanese grain market.
They trade in shares before they're on the stock market.
You buy into a good one and when it's traded on the market, the price goes up like a rocket.
- You having some? - Definitely.
There's 3,000 quid he's still got to place, if you're interested.
Can't just whistle up three grand.
well, you'd get it back with a profit in three months.
No can do, mate.
well, you wouldn't necessarily have to put the three grand up front.
we could put it in for you.
Pay it back when you take the profit.
Seems a shame to miss the boat.
- That's very generous of you, Pat.
- It's favours, isn't it? where would we be if we didn't look after one another? How's the steak? It's good.
I've had the old man onto me, "what's this that Tony Clark's setting up?" And I tell him, "well, leave it to Tony.
we all know he's a good lad.
" But I would like to be able to say, "I know what's going on.
Don't worry.
" well, you can say that.
No, I wouldn't tell him a direct lie.
Not of that nature.
well, I suppose I can tell you, Pat.
Knowing it won't go any further.
- Goes without saying.
- I'm targeting Paul Lucas.
Yeah, I thought he was one of the possibles.
Mind you, he has slipped through the net before.
So, do I put you down for the three grand? Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Passengers are reminded that unattended baggage will be removed.
Can you get in on those two? Paul Lucas.
There goes a man who thinks he's got away with something.
There goes a man who's been told to piss off till your posting comes through.
Cheers, mate.
Sheila Curry, I'm Detective Inspector Naylor.
Detective Sergeant Connell, Detective Chief Inspector Clark.
we have a warrant to search your premises for drugs.
- But it's - But it's all taken care of? - Is that what you were gonna say? - No comment.
Flat 14, right? You lead the way.
I expect that's what you joined for.
- Six grand.
Mixed denomination notes.
- Ooh.
Look what I've found in the dental-floss dispenser.
- what is it? - Coke.
- Isn't it? - Big deal.
That'll do nicely.
we knew you wouldn't have the merchandise here but you can't do without your daily snort, can you? You'll miss it inside.
I'll put my hands up, get off with a fine.
we're talking about on remand, Sheila.
Could take months for this to come to court.
- we won't half oppose bail.
- I want to talk to my lawyer.
Your choice.
But why run up bills? Haven't even been arrested yet.
what are we talking about here? No, we're not shaking you down for the money.
we just want you to deliver it where it's owed.
Harry's on the plot.
He's going for it.
Entered premises 15:11.
He's on his way.
Let's go.
Curler One from Two.
Receiving? - Go ahead, Curler Two.
- Suspect is on the plot.
- Good afternoon.
- Afternoon.
I cut it a bit fine.
Don't worry, you won't get locked up.
- Sorry, we're closed.
- Police.
Mr Salter? - I'd like you to come to the office.
- what is this shit? I'd like to ask you some questions.
If you don't come voluntarily, I'll have to arrest you.
How did you come by this money? I'm a partner in a legitimate business enterprise.
I have taken some time off duty to bank some cash.
You want to make a disciplinary offence out of that? There's more than six grand going in.
There must be legitimate takings mixed in with the bunch.
Do the lot.
Positive.
This note is part of a consignment I treated earlier today.
These notes were given to Sheila Curry for use as a corrupt payment.
Uncomfortable, Pat? Station's closed.
You a Mulberry Street officer? DCI Clark.
You can go in.
Mr Deakin's upstairs.
- I'm sorry, but this - what's going on? Locker-room inspection.
They're doing everybody.
Mr Clark? You can leave this to us.
Mr Deakin's Upstairs.
Right.
we'll try to let you have your station back soon, Mr Pollock.
Thank you, Mr Deakin.
Of course, it depends on what we find.
You didn't say you were sealing off the nick! It seemed like a good idea.
There is nothing to say any of the troops were at it.
we'll give the place a shake, see what falls out of the branches.
what's the matter, Tony? You got something in your locker? This is my firm.
we look after each other.
No, mate.
Might as well tell you, your posting's come through.
You're on my firm now.
CIB? I don't wanna work in complaints investigation! If you wanted to, you wouldn't be suitable.
Tread carefully, Tony, you won't lose your legs.