Life On Mars (UK) (2006) s01e03 Episode Script

Morning, love.
Oi! Keep it on the road.
Come round your house, stamp on your toys.
# Oh, I softly call you over # When you appear there's nothing left of you # A-ha # Now the man at the back is ready to crack # As he raises his hands to the sky There you are.
Sam? Are you listening, Sam? I know you can hear me.
We've been monitoring you closely.
Say again, Alpha One? We know you're still in there, Sam.
Yeah, you're right.
I'm here, I'm still here.
But your levels of responsiveness have decreased recently.
You can't give up, Sam.
Whatever life-blood is left in your veins, use it.
You must keep fýghting.
Keep fýghting, Sam - Phyllis, is that you? - No, it's Jane Fonda on the hunt for men I've got a reported stabbing.
- Stabbing? Where? - Cresters Textiles, Queen Mary Road.
Uniform's already on the scene.
Queen Mary Road? Alpha One, we're all over it.
This is a one-way street, so just take a left and then # It was like lightning, everybody was frightening # And the music was soothing # And they all started grooving Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! # The man at the back said "Everyone, attack!" # And it turned into a ballroom blitz # The girl in the corner said "Boy, I wanna warn you" # And it turned into a ballroom blitz # Ballroom blitz # Ballroom blitz Oi! Watch yourself! Right nasty one in there, Guv.
I didn't even know folk had that much blood in 'em.
I know, it's a shock, isn't it? Eh? Dawn shift found him.
It's horrible.
Inspector? I don't believe it.
- Sam? - I live here.
I will live here.
Derek! It's all right, Tina.
- Dad! It's Jimmy Saunders.
- Oh, aye.
Are you coming or what? Garage was over there.
There were like four apartments on this floor.
This is all gonna be flats in 30 years.
This is just unbelievable.
Trouble at mill.
- Loom operator, Jimmy Saunders.
- Shocking stuff.
The only shocking thing is that this didn't happen sooner.
Under my kitchen table.
He's in my flat! 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 the reason, I can get home.
It's warm, aye.
Throws you a bit, don't it? Hundred years of toil, that.
The heat just bleeds through the bricks.
Makes it a living thing.
Living things need to keep working on the inside.
Once the inside stops It's just a shell.
Anyway What if you don't catch him? We will.
Collected enemies like stamps, did Saunders.
- Why? - If the mill's gonna survive into the next century, it has to modernise.
Saunders was the only fella ready to adapt.
How'd you mean, Mr Coynes? Well, we're planning to pull out the old looms.
Upgrading.
The new ones do the work of three men.
That means those that wanna stay Have to prove themselves.
The immigrants, they're a little brown army.
Happy to work triples.
But our lads, different story.
Too gobby since the unions merged.
Saunders thought they were holding everyone back.
So by working triple shifts, he was defying the union? He could see the way the future lay.
And someone killed him for that? So what happens now? Well, we close you down, catch the baddy, open you up again.
Sort it quick, won't you? It's supposed to be pay-day today.
They'll go mad.
Place is a powder keg as it is.
You leave it with me.
Take no time at all, sir.
Oi! Hairy Mary, shift yourself, you're in the way.
- Let him do his job.
- It's a right messy one this.
- Chris? - Yeah.
I want you to record the shape of this blood.
Eh? Blood Pattern Analysis? By DH Crombie? - I'll wait for the film.
- You'd like the book, it's got pictures.
Right, wounds are all at the front, so he was facing his attacker.
No bird would be capable of taking on a big fella like this.
Killer's male.
Oh, great That really narrows it down.
I try and teach him and he just doesn't learn, does he? No, Guv.
Sorry, boss.
No, Guv.
Cases like this follow a pattern, boss.
Sure as bacon follows eggs.
Limited number of suspects.
We know it's a bloke, so it's not a crime of passion.
- Unless it's a kinky bloke.
- This is a factory not a town hall.
No, we're looking for a union man with an axe to grind.
And here's the clincher.
The golden rule in all these cases is the first one to speak did it.
It was robbery, you know.
There's plenty of lowlifes out there knew Saunders had dough.
They did him for the cash.
Is that right, Mr? Bannister.
Ted Bannister.
Right, let's bring them in and put them in the canteen - Morning, gents.
Seen the press? Just thought you'd wanna see it.
It makes nice headlines, don't it, Litton? Regional Crime Squad actually preventing a robbery rather than shooting everyone dead.
Fair's fair, Gene.
I just thought your boys could do with a little morale boost is all.
Something to aim at.
I can see it's a bad time.
The RCS are holding a celebratory do tomorrow night, if you can make it.
Au revoir.
Right! We got a juicy murder and we're gonna nail it today! Chief culprit is Ted Bannister.
I want him in custody by teatime.
What, because he spoke first? 'Cause he's guilty as sin.
And he's a Commie bastard.
I'm sorry.
That's bollocks.
You're itching to get your blood-spillage book out! You're making him prime suspect based on what, a hunch? Ray? How many murderers we banged up - in the last two years? - A dozen.
How many times did I know the killer on first sight? - All of 'em.
- Thank you.
Except that old dear with the squint.
That was a turn-up.
No! - You what? - I'm sorry, we have to build up I know you'll throw things at me, but we need to build up a forensic profile.
It's No way this one gets solved in the lab.
I'm pulling forensics out.
Look, think about this logically.
Ted Bannister is twice the victim's age and clearly unfit.
So you're telling me that he could stroll across a deserted factory floor and attack Saunders without Saunders even trying to defend himself? - You think he's innocent? - Yes.
He's innocent.
- Cobblers! - Tenner says he did it.
I'm not playing.
Tenner and a Party Seven.
If you think I'm gonna reduce a murder enquiry to the level of a playground bet Cowardy cowardy custard, can't cut the mustard.
This is just No fight.
No fight? No fight? I want us prepped for mass interviews.
Build a profile of the mill community.
Who hates who? Who sleeps with who? And keep a totally open mind.
- What if a gang lynched him together? - It could be a gang.
Could be trained eagles.
Could be Ninjas, for all we know.
No way, boss.
It's not Ninja style.
Annie.
Blokes at the mill.
Cagey lot.
We might get somewhere with the women.
- Try getting chatty with them.
- All girls together? Play the solidarity card? See what happens.
I've squared it with your sergeant.
Under you now, am I? Thing is, Tyler, Crime Squad only solve about three crimes a year.
We, on the other hand, are always on the go.
This is Dodds.
Second-rate fence, aren't you, Dodds? Dunno what you mean.
Plod stopped him for running a red light.
Found these in his boot.
Chalk up another for the boys.
Bang him up, Ray.
This is all very interesting.
But, erm, can we stick to the job in hand? Yes.
Let's go and make mincemeat of these Bolsheviks.
Right, have I done you lot? Names, then.
One at a flippin' time.
- Whose grubby paw is this? - All right, all right.
What's your name? How'd you spell that? I think you've under-estimated the scale of this investigation.
We'll take the bulk of the statements today, I'll brief the department first thing.
What do you call "first thing"? I'll also have a résumé document ready, at the end of each day.
You're not giving me stuff to read! Think of it as a backup in case you lose your sixth sense.
You like paperwork? I'll show you paperwork.
Who killed him? Come on.
Who killed Jimmy Saunders? A fiver to the one who tells me.
Come on, who killed him? - It was him.
- Oh, yeah go on, then.
I did it, and this bugger were me accomplice.
Thanks for your help.
Take these men into custody.
You're joking! I never joke about a confession, sir.
Now this is not a game.
Jimmy Saunders was brutally hacked to death last night.
And the killer may well be standing in this room.
In fact, you know you are.
The mill's dying.
We could all be out any time.
But at least we're sticking together.
Triple shifts?! Saunders was like management's dancing bear.
I don't know nothing.
I don't see nothing or hear nothing.
He used to call us mugs.
Said we couldn't see the future.
He didn't care what hours he did.
Ted was right to lay one on hi I wasn't even there.
It was Derek.
There was a fight in the pub last night.
Dad had a set-to with Saunders.
So? They were always scrapping.
Saunders had to make the 8 o'clock shift.
He left, me and me dad sunk a few more.
Then I left about 10-ish.
- Your dad hated him.
- Everyone hated him.
Dad always said there are two types of enemy.
The ones above you, management and government.
The one to fear is the other kind, the enemy within your own ranks.
Why bother? Textiles is doomed.
What's the point in fighting it? Well, sometimes the fight's the thing.
Without it, you go under.
You're father of your union chapel.
Saunders was a scab.
- You hated him.
- I've never denied it.
Do you deny having a bellyfull of ale, then attacking him last night? I didn't attack him.
We came to blows.
Together.
- Did you threaten to kill him? - "You're dead, pal.
" My exact words.
How many times have you heard people say that? It's been said by men who've toddled off and done just that, killed someone.
What time did you leave the pub? Just before 11.
I went home.
Are you a fit man, Ted? I boxed in me prime, but me prime's way back.
I hear Saunders used to go running up on the moor? Do you do much running? What do you think? - Bloody hell! - Several wounds.
One to the left shoulder, one to the chest and two to the right arm.
Have you estimated time of death from blood temperature? Sorry.
Pathologist is at a wedding.
That shouldn't be a problem.
Air temperature was pretty consistent in there.
Ooooh! Oh, that's pretty You should send that to The Gallery on Vision On.
They can't promise to return it, but they do give a prize.
The way this is sprayed suggests an attack carried out at speed.
The size of cut suggests a long blade.
What, like one of them machetes the, er coloureds use? Ray, can we please call them the immigrant workforce? Who? The coloureds? There's a lot of Sikhs in that mill.
They carry ceremonial daggers and all that, don't they? Some bloke could keep it in his locker.
Bannister gets his hands on it.
- Bob's your uncle.
- Can we put together a forensic profile before you expand on this gripping novel further, Guv?! - - We'll carry out a fingertip - Turn the place over.
Dig holes.
A lot of holes.
Talk to the Sikh boys.
"Anyone lost a dagger?" - Find me that blade, Ray! - Consider it done.
- What about me, Guv? - Make DI Tyler a potato print.
- I'll go with them.
- Hang on! We'll go through the night-shift statements.
But they get to look for a big knife! Anyone can run around like a headless chicken.
But nothing beats the satisfaction of a thorough investigative process.
All right! Come on! Snap out of it! Motivational speaking now, OK? We will get results! Say it.
We will get results.
- We're winners! - We're winners.
Now roar like lions! That was a joke, that.
You don't have to do that bit.
Bingo! I got one.
Martin Ellis, lorry driver.
Waiting for a fabrics pick-up at 2.
30am.
Spotted a thickset man running out of the loom hall.
Chris, have you ever seen anybody that looks like that? - It's the best we could do.
- It's a doddle, then We're looking for someone with hamster's cheeks and Audrey Hepburn's nose.
These are the body parts they gave us.
Is there anybody in this station that can draw? Er What about PC Mallows? Oh, yeah, he does cartoons of people at the Christmas party.
OK.
Get Mallows and Ellis together, then.
Why, where are you going? I'm gonna go and check that the guv isn't planting a dagger in Bannister's locker.
Can I ask you something, boss? Why d'you do it? Why do you deliberately get his goat? I, er I need to fight, Chris.
Annie? Back in a minute, girls.
His Master's Voice.
Got any gum? My mouth tastes like a pub ashtray.
Excuse me.
Why would anyone turn a factory into a block of flats? It's supposed to look nice.
Factories should be factories.
Houses should be houses.
I mean, things are built for a purpose.
It's ridiculous! What would them fellas say if you told them? Look at this! Guv! No! Here he comes.
Smile.
At least keep all the activity to the sides! Trampling over everything like a herd of elephants here.
Why's it so damp here? What are you doing now? Listening for Indian drums? - There, look.
- I can see it.
Machine oil.
It stops moisture drying on the floor.
This blood's still fresh.
Hey! How did we miss this?! It's 'cause you let forensics go so soon.
Calico.
Soak up the prints.
There's loads of it over there.
Looks like a size eight, I'd say.
What's that marking? Annie, radio the station.
Tell them to hold anybody not yet processed.
We need shoe sizes.
Look at you, eh? Proper little CID girl.
There's wet patches all over.
The killer's obviously tried to cover his tracks.
But he's missed a bit.
See? Gay-boy science has its place.
Here you are, boss.
Check this out.
Why are we looking at drawings of Ted Bannister? ID from the witness.
You see.
Radar's rarely wrong.
Done and dusted by pub opening.
You're a right cheat, you.
Like your mother.
What's going on here? - Hey! What you doing? - Get off him! What's going on here? What you doing? Get off me! - Ted! Get off him! - Same marking.
Right.
- I'm arresting you for murder.
- What? - Leave him alone.
- Get off her! We're looking for a large blade.
Turn the place over.
- You can't just come in - Shut up and we'll start again, shall we? - What's going on?! - That is lovely! - Come on! - Keep the kids inside.
- Get out! - Get off me! - Get out! - Get off me! Dad! He hasn't done anything! Get off me, you bastard! - If he's innocent, there's no need to worry.
- Just coppers looking for an easy collar?! Easy now, sir.
Say sorry.
Say sorry to the man, Derek.
- Sorry.
- Good.
Now say, "Sorry my dad's scum.
" Oh, come on, Guv.
- Sorry my dad's scum.
- Thanks for getting him off the street.
Thanks for getting him off the street.
We're dead grateful.
- Get that tenner off you later.
- It's not over yet.
Mad gallop for the finish, is it? You wanna watch yourself, I play rough.
I was told to give this to DI Tyler and unless you We're on a murder enquiry! I'm in no mood for this! I've got rotten trapped wind.
What's going on? I was told to give you the arresting constable's statements in connection with Eric Dodds.
The bloke with the shooters in his boot.
Guv thought you might like something else to keep you busy.
Is it a problem, boss? Chris, get a list of Dodds' regular suppliers and accomplices.
We're in the middle of something.
I'm gonna say two words to you that will change your life and put you on the fast track to Inspector - multi tasking.
- What you doing? - Get the guv.
- Interview conducted - Is that legal? Trust me, it's better than writing it down.
Interview conducted Wednesday, 16th of March.
Present in the room, Detective Inspector Tyler, Detective Constable Skelton.
The time, Chris? - Four-ish.
- The precise time? Er Just after four.
- Er five, ten past - 4.
07.
It's closer to ten past.
Thank you, DC Skelton.
Buggeration! One at home always chews up me girlfriend's Elton John.
DCI Hunt has just entered the room.
DC Skelton concurs.
Blood on your boot.
The same boot that left a print at the murder scene.
I stood in some blood, so what? Look, these things play out the same way so often it just gets boring.
You hated Saunders 'cause he was a scab.
You got tanked up, had a fight and threatened to kill him.
You went to the mill and carried out a frenzied attack.
Always sounds good in the papers that, "a frenzied attack".
But on the plus side, I'm up ten quid and a Party Seven.
You left the pub just before Can anyone verify that? Ted, it's really stacking up against you here, mate.
You've got to give me something.
The immigrants, they knuckle under, they do the triples.
Fair enough, they're grateful.
But Saunders, he betrayed us.
- He broke ranks.
- The enemy within.
The future's desperate for us.
The whole community could go down if the mill closes, and there's a chance.
But I believe if we stick together we've got a chance, an' all.
There's hope.
There's hope that Cresters could go on for another 20, 30, 40 years.
But we need to fight shoulder to shoulder.
You make it sound like a war.
Yeah, well, maybe it is.
- Worth fighting for? - Worth dying for.
Worth killing for? How did you kill him, by the way? Look, I told you, I went home.
Liar.
Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar.
- Liar! - I wanna see some sort of lawyer.
- A liar? - A lawyer! Want a glass of water? You were eyeballed running away from the mill at the time of the murder.
And that's not all.
Under the boards in your garden shed.
Say goodnight, Gracie, and sit down.
I said sit down! You've gotta open the mill.
We can't afford to lose this order.
The mill stays shut until our enquiry's over.
For God's sake! Sit down or I'll sit you down! Now! I did it.
- What? - I did it.
I killed him.
Like he said, I was drunk.
- How did it happen? - I went for him.
- What with? - A knife! What did you do with it? I threw it.
I threw it in the canal.
- But not the bloodied shirt? - That's right.
So where should we be trawling, Ted? Whereabouts in the canal did you throw it? I told you! I did it! OK, so you got rid of the knife but not the blooded shirt? - That's right.
- Now before you go any further, I want you to seriously think about what you're saying.
I want you to think about your family.
I am.
I'll sign your statement, your confession, whatever it is.
Just bring me a pen.
Fountain or Biro? I tell you what, boss.
These tape machines have come in dead handy.
Get some cups, and a couple of screwdrivers.
- Let's get this one cracked.
- Wahey! Cheers, Guv! Vince, do me a favour.
Run this shirt down to forensics.
See if it's a match for the victim's blood.
Right, boss.
Pity.
All those fancy ways and you still can't admit Evidence isn't conclusive.
The confession isn't sound.
He was fuzzy about the details of the killing and about what he did with the murder weapon.
And I don't believe that his psych profile would fit that of a killer.
So the bet stands.
You I know that smell.
What the hell are you playing at, Litton? Dodds is ours.
Stolen shotguns falls under Crime Squad jurisprudence.
That's a big word.
Can you spell it? Why didn't you call me? DI Tyler's handling this one personally.
All right, then, Inspector.
Cat got your tongue? You You know the guns are fake, don't you? Yeah, course you do.
Sorry? What? Fake? Yeah.
Wooden guns.
Toys.
Toys?! I agree that departmental protocols suggest we hand the case over to RCS in as much as the evidence, however diluted from its original significance, would benefit from, er investment by a police body more experienced and equipped to process it through to court.
Yeah, I was gonna say that.
You could have told me this sooner.
Is that Blue Stratos? Paco Rabanne.
That was better than the telly.
The bet stands until the bloods are back on Ted's shirt.
And you, Dodds, have got some talking to do.
You said they were fakes.
# You've always been a good friend of mine # But you're always saying farewell # And the only time that you're satisfýed # Is with your feet in the wishing well Access through the car park.
Bogs are outside.
I've got better things to do, you know.
So have I.
You better not be yanking our chain here, Dodds.
- The pick-up's in the cafe toilets, yeah? - Don't worry, it was all arranged.
Well, it better have been.
Otherwise I'll hand you over to DCI Hunt, who will put you on remand for the first unsolved crime he has on his books, which happens to be multiple buggery with menaces.
- You don't know who the guns are for? - I swear I don't.
Anonymous drop-off.
They're blag-slags, no previous form.
OK.
You drop the bag, pick up the money.
We'll move in when they pick up.
I'll tag you.
Give me a police radio.
# I was only seventeen # I fell in love with a gypsy queen # She told me "Hold on" # Her father was the leading man Come on! Police! Is my name Coco? What? You're trying to make me look like a clown.
Litton's gonna have a field day when he hears untraceable shooters are out there.
This isn't about Litton.
And don't blame me for this.
You dumped it on me.
I thought you said you could multi storey task Whatever! Can we just focus on what's important? - Yeah.
The bet.
- No! Ted Bannister! We're waiting for the blood match results and confirmation of time of death.
What is your problem, Sam? My problem would rock your world.
I'm not giving up on this one.
I'm gonna fight it.
Ted Bannister is not our killer.
I'll show you Ted Bannister.
Are you hungry? Well, I told 'em not to feed you, you murdering swine.
Get here you, big man! Come on, get in here! Come on! You saw him.
Is he guilty? He's locked up.
He's scared.
Snap decision.
Guilty? Yes, or no? Doesn't work like that.
You ever been somewhere and you just know it's about to kick off? That's primeval.
When you first saw Bannister I thought he was hiding something.
But I've talked to the man.
You clocked something was wrong.
That's why you're a copper.
Sometimes, the job is this And all your fancy science and tape machines Useless without it.
- I'm not giving up.
- Yeah? If you want to take me on and win, you're gonna have to do better than this, 'cause everything's pointing towards Gene Genie getting his beer.
These are all the informal statements from the factory girls.
Nice girls, actually.
Got any Szechuan chicken? I got Meal B.
I love making tapes.
Lose all Saturday night doing that.
Yeah, well lose a whole statement if you rely on this lot to write it down.
At least you got a result.
No.
Your gut feeling tells you otherwise? It's not gut feeling, Annie.
His confession was all wrong.
When I mentioned family, I saw the look of fear in his eyes.
And it was real fear.
But not for himself.
Here you go, Tina Reid.
Derek Bannister's girl.
She's carrying his baby.
She was shaking like a leaf today.
Broken nails and She was definitely scared.
What if Ted is confessing to protect somebody? And what if Tina was scared, because she's covering up for somebody? Who have they both got in common? You're gonna nick Derek Bannister? No.
I'm not gonna nick him.
I'm gonna bring him in.
If Ted is covering for Derek, I reckon I can force the truth out of both of them.
A little psychology, Annie.
Right up your street.
Oh, go to Tina's house.
Bring her in.
Don't tell her why.
Paul.
Sarah.
Go on, we'll finish this later.
I need your help.
I don't see why? You got me dad in prison and me mam upset.
You're doing fine on your own.
Your dad's still at the station.
He's terrified the mill's never gonna open.
If Cresters goes to the wall, it'll be 800 blokes chasing 20 jobs.
I just want the truth to come out.
The truth is, me dad believes that if we stick together, then the factory will be saved.
You seem smart, Derek.
Yeah? Three O Levels makes me a genius? I'm smart enough to know that when my kiddie comes along, there ain't no one I trust to put food in his mouth but me.
He'll have a future.
And he won't be kidding himself like my dad.
- And he won't be afraid.
- What, like you're afraid? What's he doing here? Look, go home, son.
- Why you doing this to us, Dad? - Take him home - Everybody knows you didn't do it.
- Well, I did! You know that's rubbish.
They'll throw away the key.
- How could you bring him? - Talk to your dad.
Get it off your chest.
- What's happening at Cresters? - The coppers won't open it.
Well, you've gotta do.
You've got your man.
Have we? Have we? Derek? The wages! That's a week's wages for the whole of the factory.
No one can get at them.
Dad, tell me what to do.
- There's nothing you can do.
- You can both tell the truth.
Dad? - I killed Jimmy.
- No! Yes! I had no choice! Oh, God.
You know why you're here.
If I'd known what I know now, it'd be different, I swear.
I've got a baby to think of, haven't I? And you can't blame us, because we had no choice.
I mean, it's not even happening now.
It's not.
- Can I smoke? - Yes, you can smoke.
Tell me what you know.
Anything you thinks important.
Forensics! Love it! Always loved it! Oh, God, he's here as well now.
Look, I was told nothing.
I'm in the middle of something! Blood match from Ted's shirt.
It's Saunders'.
Every little drop.
You're joking.
Go through the back, pick up the bag.
I've always been thin like Twiggy.
Not exactly as thin as Twiggy.
No one can touch the Gene Genie.
That's all I know.
That's where it ends.
End of story.
Get her out of here, Cartwright, she's using up my oxygen.
- Tina, love? - End of story.
Yeah, end of story.
I'm taking you home.
That's it? I can go? - That's it.
You can go.
- I'm not in trouble? No, sweetheart, you're not in trouble.
You cuts a lonely shape, my brother.
Why so? It's over, Nelson.
I'm fighting to stay strong, but I feel like I'm losing.
You're strong, no doubt, but you gotta pick your fights, mon brave.
Who you fighting? Mr Hunt? He really your enemy? I don't know.
You're fighting 'cause you're scared.
Maybe fear is the enemy, hm? It's not over for you, Sam.
- What do you want? - I told you, I'm your only friend.
I'm here to help.
Do you feel helpless? - Yeah.
- Unappreciated? - That's a big word for a little girl.
- Scared? Scared I'll stop fighting.
And if I stop fighting, then I'm scared I'll die.
You poor thing.
What can I do? Give up.
Lie down.
Close your eyes and sleep and sleep.
No more nastiness.
Just sleep.
Just sleep forever.
Sleep.
No! Time of death, tea, one sugar, bourbons.
See? I'm multi-tasking.
- Hand it over.
- There you go.
- The report, Chris.
- Oh.
Shit! Ted Bannister left the pub at ten to eleven.
Derek left at ten.
Saunders was murdered before nine.
Which means both Ted and Derek were still in the pub when it happened.
Who the hell killed him, then? Look, we know you didn't do it! No, no, no, no.
I've told you, you've got it wrong! I've signed a confession! Well, we're all at sea here, Ted, because this is making zero sense.
Now you better start helping us out.
Start talking 'cause I'm thirsty.
Yeah, well, I've told you! I did it! What are we looking for? The bloods on that shirt carried oil traces.
Well, it's a work shirt.
You didn't read the forensic report, did you? There was oil in Saunders' wounds.
There's oil everywhere.
It's a factory.
Hang on.
This is the loom he was using when he died.
- This oil is a red herring.
- Hang on.
I've got a feeling.
Oh, so it's all right for you to have feelings, is it, Gladys?! - What's wrong with this machine? - I dunno It's the wrong colour.
It's giving you a shifty look.
Mr Coynes.
There's no dirt or oil on this belt.
It's brand new.
It's not dirty, because it hasn't been used.
But it was being used by Saunders, the night he died.
So that means somebody has replaced the belt after his death.
- Bloody hell! - Yeah, well, you lost me.
Why would somebody replace this belt? They can snap.
And what happens when they snap? Jimmy Saunders wasn't murdered.
This belt drives the drums behind me.
Two-inch wide leather at tension, running at high speed and bound with staples.
Now these belts, they can wear down Sheer.
The belt snapped, flew out the loom like a whip straight at Saunders.
Chris, can you step up, please? Now, he saw it coming, nothing he could do about it.
The wounds were here here here and here.
Four separate wounds, right? Chris, put your arms up like you're defending yourself.
- Aah! - Without the Boris Karloffs.
See, if you line the wounds up, they form a single straight line right across the body and around the shoulder.
Hang about, Sherlock.
We've got an ID of Ted leaving the scene.
So you went to the factory to have it out with him, to finish what you'd started.
He was dead.
I panicked.
You tried to clean up.
You replaced the drive belt with a new one from stores.
Why do that? It would have been the death knell for the factory.
Dodgy floor joists can close a mill.
What would a fatal accident do?! Took you a long time to clean up though, didn't it? Half two by the time you left.
You were spotted by Martin Ellis, truck driver.
You'd do that just so they could keep their jobs? Just for the chance they could keep their jobs.
I'm sorry.
Why? Right.
Get out of my station! I should bang you up for just wasting my time.
It doesn't matter.
Only my family matters.
I don't know nothing, I don't see nothing or hear It's good, though.
Nobody goes down for life.
The whole community goes down for life.
You don't know that for sure.
We were going for that drink.
Sorry.
I've gotta finish the report.
that's where they asked us to do it and that's where it ends.
That's all I know.
End of story Ray! I was told nothing.
"Go through the back, pick up the bag.
" I've always been thin like Twiggy! Not exactly as thin as Twiggy She didn't half go on, that one.
Hang on a minute.
I was told nothing.
"Go through the back, pick up the bag.
" I've always been thin "Go through the back and pick up the bag.
" Meaning? Outside toilet.
I picked up the guns, but Derek wasn't gonna use them.
Not even with no one at the mill.
You know, Ted says you've gotta fight.
Does he know? Ted? Course not.
It's a wages job.
All right, love, we're picking up your boyfriend and I need the addresses of the other blokes involved.
What? They're not there.
- The factory's gonna open tomorrow.
- They're doing the job tonight.
Right.
Dirty Harry.
We should call Litton and the RCS.
OK.
Then we can call the mayor and he can give him another award Look, I haven't done target range for a while.
It's OK, blokes are a lot easier to hit than paper targets.
You want it or not? Probably end up turning it on us.
Yeah, but can you hit anything? You should see my PlayStation scores.
- Go, go, go! - Drop your weapons! You are surrounded by armed bastards! Up yours! Put it down! Put it down! Put it down! - Police! Stay where you are! - Drop it, laughing boy! Get away! - Drop it! - Shoot! You know you want to, so drop it! I'm on him! Derek Think about it.
Put the gun on the floor.
I can't do that.
Yes, you can.
You've got a baby on the way, mate.
That's why I'm doing it.
I'm the only one who can.
You know that.
It's a war.
Now drop the gun.
Put it down! Last warning.
You can't hit me before I hit him.
For Gods sake, don't throw him down a wager! Your turn.
I'm sorry I'm scum.
Say it! Sorry, son, doesn't work that way.
- Say it! - Come on, Derek.
Is this really the best life-plan you could come up with? Stealing from your own.
Or what, I'm meant to stand shoulder to shoulder with them? Your dad was ready to give up everything to stop this place from closing.
He didn't want to kill anybody.
He wanted to save everyone.
Look, I know how you're feeling.
You feel like the walls are closing in on you and you're trapped and you're terrified of what's waiting for you out there.
I have to work with him Shut up! - Shut up! - Derek - It's not fair! - OK.
Now listen to me.
You're looking at first offence, five years.
Now I'm gonna pick up my gun and I want you to put yours down.
- Sam.
No - All right, Derek? Chris, Ray, ambulance now! Quick! You OK? See, I told you.
I'll do you a deal.
I'll listen to your little tape machine now and again, OK, so long as you, just sometimes, listen to this.
OK? He's quite badly injured.
And, Ted? He's under arrest.
You all right, son? Dad I was scared.
I couldn't see a future for us.
- But you could have come to me.
- No.
It was down to me.
I had to fight.
You stupid boy! I mean, you've got your workmates, your mam and dad, your family.
You're not on your own, nobody is.
Not unless you want to be.
It was right what you said.
It is a war.
But at least I know what I'm fighting for.
- Good work, lads.
- Cheers, Guv.
Nice one, Guv.
You want a drink, Litton? Afraid we haven't got any Babycham.
You knew those shooters were the real deal.
Bloody hell, you really are a detective That's very good.
Now, when are you gonna get it into your thick skulls that armed blags are mine? Do you mind? I nearly had me brains blown out tonight! Would you have noticed? If they were going for heavy blood loss, should've shot you in the gut.
Hey! Mr Litton.
I think you'd better swallow it down.
We had a result.
One-nil.
# One-nil! One-nil! # One-nil, one-nil # One-nil, one-nil, one-nil Whoa! Right, the chosen vintage of the CID.
What are you thinking dare she ask? I've been thinking about what's important.
Oi, Romeo.
We gonna open this bog water or what? You open it.
No, I can't.
Needs two.
Hey up, here we go! Go on, then! Mr Warren enjoys cordial relationships with the police.
Big mistake, copper.
- What do we do in return? - Don't arrest his right-hand man.
Now we apologise.
I say "we", but I mean you.
- So.
You're the caped crusader, Mr Tyler.
- What did you do for it? I've always despised bent cops.
- I'm frightened.
- Frightened of who? Stephen Warren.
He says he'll kill me.
Mr Tyler.
What a pleasure.
What have they done to my beautiful boy? Can you hear what I'm saying? - Can I help you? - Mum!