Ashes To Ashes s01e06 Episode Script

It's all about the future.
And you know what? I don't think the future includes you.
- You are so naive.
- And you are really pissing me off! - Please.
- No.
- I'll let you stamp my bum.
- I'll get my coat.
- Could I have my hand back? - That Evan bloke? It's very complicated.
And it's none of your business.
I don't think Tim needs to find out, do you? This could have torn my family apart.
And what if the truth is just too big to comprehend? Something you need to tell me? We are waiting for you, Alex.
I can't die.
Can I? Come here.
I remember this.
I remember it.
Alex Price, don't you dare be a quitter! Come on, keep going.
Seven steps to solving it, you said.
What's the first one? You start at the top.
With the corners.
Well, go on then.
You know who that is, don't you, Mols? Where did you get that? Oh, I know.
No.
Where? Where did I get it? Where did I get the cube? Why can't I remember? This is This is like I'm not making connections.
This is This is like I'm dying.
You wanna sleep on the job, join the fire brigade! You look as rough as a badger's arse.
Some people get Pick Of The Pops.
Not me, I get Pick Of The Twats! In the car! Now! Move! He said now! - So what's the deal, Guv? - We've had a tip-off.
A blag about to go off at the Post Office on Norvington Road.
- Who gave the tip? - It was anon.
A nonce? Anon.
Anonymous.
Get in! This is like the good old days! - Over the counter jobs, love 'em! - Shall I put a siren on? Yeah, we'll let 'em know we're coming, shall we? Pedestrian! Stop moaning, I didn't hit him! What's up with you? Got the decorators in again? God, is my brain so small Two masked men, armed with shotguns and a hand gun.
Shotguns fired.
Reported leaving the scene on the back of a motorbike.
Both wearing distinctive helmets.
One is black with a stripe, the other's red.
What are they? Jump jockeys? - Guv! - Yeah, I see 'em! Armed with shotguns? Shotguns used? Yes.
So duck.
Oh, what a shame! The bike's packing up.
- Cheeky bastards! - Go on, Guv! They're getting away, Guv! Guv! Oh, ye of little faith.
All hail the mighty Quattro.
Now that's just taking the piss! My name is Alex Drake.
I've just been shot and that bullet has taken me back to 1981.
I may be one second away from life, or one second away from death.
All I know is that I have to keep fighting.
Fight to live, fight to see my daughter.
Fight to get home.
OVER THE HILL And let me clarify, let me be clear.
You see, there's very much shouting and panic and mayhem.
And the young one has a pistol and the old one has not one shotgun, - but two.
- Right.
Two shotguns.
- Two! - OK.
And he goes "Boom!" And it goes "Boom!" "Give me the money!" Well, naturally, I comply.
Well, of course.
And how much money did they take? In excess of £4,000.
And in case it helps, may I tell you that I personally give a little rip to each note that passes through here.
- A little rip? - Yes, by the metal strip.
A little tear.
There have been so many forgeries lately.
But also, when they are grabbing the money, they take my Krishna.
My Krishna statue that my father gave me and his father gave him.
- And his father gave him - Mr Chatterjee.
They were wearing masks, yeah? So how would you know if one was old and one was young? How do I know that you're old and he's young? By the way you move, by the timbre of your voice.
You're very perceptive, Mr Chatterjee.
Thank you.
And so, the one that said, "Give me the money.
" Did he have an accent? Ah, my ear is not attuned yet.
But definitely not Welsh.
Well, all Welsh people sound like they come from Calcutta.
You got enough for a profile yet? The young one in the red helmet, though, he is American.
How d'you know he's American? Well, because my wife, unfortunately, is a fan of Hill Street Blue.
And as I'm putting the money in their bag, this young one, who took the Krishna? He keeps asking me, am I talking to him? Which I most sincerely am not, because his tone is not encouraging.
But he keeps asking and pointing his gun.
Are you talkin' to me? Are you talkin' to me? - You talkin' to me? - It was him! So, what are we going to do now then, Guv? - Well? - Er, well We can trawl the files for other raids using shotguns.
Or we could go back to the underpass, because the young one in the red helmet is local.
- How d'you work that out? - The way he was riding the bike.
He was taunting us, leading us on.
He knew that that underpass was there and that demonstrates local knowledge.
And that I'm making connections.
And it goes boom, it goes boom, it goes boom.
Sorry.
I was just doing Mr Chatterbox's shotgun dance.
- The one he did in there.
- Do it again for me.
- He goes boom.
- No, no, with the actions.
He goes boom, he goes boom, he goes boom, he goes boom.
He goes boom! He goes boom! Yeah, was it a bit more, he goes boom, he goes boom? Yes, yes.
Exactly like that! - Yeah.
Chas Cale.
- Chas Cale? So, who's Chas Cale? And how old is he? That's the problem.
He's quite young.
About my age.
Granger? Give me the whereabouts of a Chas Cale.
I haven't heard about him for a few years so he might have been inside.
Get Viv to do a PNC check.
Sorry, but before you go, if Chris is there can I have a word, please? What is this? A bloody request show? Sorry, love, he's tied up being a policeman at the moment.
- I'll give him a message.
- It's just to say Righto.
She's says you're a pranny with the knob of a dormouse.
- What's with you? You got a chill? - No, I'm fine.
Someone's walking over her grave very slowly.
Looks as if they're about to stop for a smoke.
- Hey, good idea.
- It's just what I wanted.
- Leave it out! - It's cold.
Passive smoking kills, all right? We'll jiggle about a little bit, OK? Just wind the window up! So what exactly do we know about this man? Chas Cale is something of a legend, with shotguns as his trademark.
Hence the Mexican.
We came across each other when he came to Manchester ten year ago.
He did the bank next to the Royal Exchange.
Got away with half a million, weren't it? Yeah.
And I nicked him, good and proper.
- Watertight.
- He got off though, didn't he? How, I'll never know! Come on.
When the brain dies, it keeps trying to make connections for up to seven minutes.
My body temperature's dropping.
Technically I could be dead already.
I've got to keep making connections.
Keep thinking.
You joining us, Bolly knickers? Thank you, Raymondo.
Table for four? - Why not.
- Are we eating, then? That's very generous of you, Chris.
Christopher's buying us lunch.
- Nice one, Chris.
- Aperitifs? A cocktail? Is that all right, Chris? In that case, I would like a Chas Cale.
I'll go and get him.
Have you seen these prices? £3.
20 for a T-bone steak without the chips.
Classy.
Well knob me sideways.
Hello, Chas, you old scrubber.
Darlin', let me introduce quality filth.
This man and me had a run in up in Manchester, what, 15 years ago? 10, 15 is what you would have got if you'd gone down.
Anyway, he lost.
1-0.
Gene Hunt, my lovely wife, Joan.
You must have made an impression, Mr Hunt.
- He never remembers names.
- Well his is easy.
Rhymes with my favourite word.
We used to call him Hunt the Yes.
Thank you, Chas.
We still have diners in.
I'm in trouble now.
Never mind, eh? Why don't we break open a bottle of champers? Bolly, yeah? Everybody fancy a drop of Bolly? - Does it come with knickers? - Sorry, sweetheart? Ignore her.
She'd love some.
- I do hope this is a social call.
- So do I.
Where were you today between midday and two o'clock, Mr Cale? - Excuse me, why do you ask? - Hang on, darling.
I run a restaurant, I'm the chef here, Where do you think I was at lunchtime? You think the customers come in, choose off the menu and cook it themselves? - You haven't answered my question.
- And you haven't answered mine.
Someone, using shotguns, using your husband's trademark, did a Post Office this morning.
A post office? Me, do a Listen, gorgeous.
Apart from the fact that I'm retired and my wife would kill me if I went over the counter again, when I did, I did banks.
OK? Banks.
Not bleedin' Post Offices! I'm insulted now.
And I'm the Queen Mother's left nipple if you didn't do it, Chas.
Cos I'd know your MO anywhere.
He was here all lunchtime, ask the sous chef.
I'll go and get him.
It's OK, Mrs Cale.
Ray can go and have a word with him for us.
I feel an equaliser coming on! This is ridiculous.
We have told you! Babe, save it.
Wait for the solicitor to get here.
Said the robber to his moll.
I'm losin' it with you! Come on, lose it with me.
Give us your best shot.
This time I'm gonna put you down so fast, you'll think you're a bloody horse in All Creatures Great And Small.
Stop this! Stop it! Show 'em your dog tag.
Get your wallet out.
No.
- Show them.
Look at you! - Babe.
Show them, before there's no need! He's a chronic convulsive epileptic with life threatening arrhythmias.
So, when he fits, his heart beats at 230 beats per minute.
Meaning, the next fit could kill him.
He takes pills for it, right? Call his doctor! Put your smart alec questions to someone you'll trust, cos yes, he takes Phenobarbital.
Which is why he can't drive.
But he still fits.
And the fits are brought on by adrenaline rushes, OK? So that's why he couldn't have done your Post Office job, and why I made him leave that life eight years ago and come into the restaurant trade.
Where we were very happy until you walked in! Eight years ago? That's when I became this.
Useless.
That's when the fits started.
So, what more d'you want to hear? Phone the doctor.
Ray is on his way back.
The sous chef confirms the alibi.
And you put him through this.
Thank you! You're not sure, are you? - I am, unfortunately.
It's not him.
- What about your gut instinct? Yeah.
Funny things guts and instincts.
- Trust it! - Trust what? I was wrong.
I knew Chas Cale when he was in his prime and I'm telling you for a fact, he's not the same man that he once was.
Which is a disappointment, because maybe, just maybe, none of us are.
- You don't believe that.
- Trawl the files for other suspects.
If you find anything I'll be in the pub.
Company not required.
- I need you.
- Or appreciated.
You will not go wobbly on me! I was watching Cale, his body language was evasive.
He's epileptic and ashamed! - No.
He is guilty! - He's ashamed of being past his best! But I'll give him this, at least HE knew when to call it a day.
This restaurant, Chas Cale's place.
It were really swanky, beautiful.
The first thing I thought when I went in there was, "I'd love to take Shazza somewhere like this.
" Aw, that's nice! No, let's do it.
Let's go somewhere up market.
Somewhere special.
This Saturday? What about me and you? Oh, no.
I think it's a place for couples, mate.
- You've become such a poof.
- A poof? Yeah.
Only likes girls now.
Well, I'm sure you know how to play with yourself, Ray.
Though, come to think of it, I might be busy on Saturday.
I'm at me Mum's.
So, another time.
Sorry.
Pity you didn't remember that earlier, isn't it? The tiny part of the brain that controls the temperature.
It's on the blink.
Why would that be? But at least this time I can say goodbye.
Coming! Oh, hello! Sorry, I'm expecting a cab.
Do you want to come in for a minute? I called your office, they said you were here.
Well, I'm expected in court, so - Is it about those photographs? - No! I just came to say goodbye.
Actually, I'm - I'm having to go.
- Why? - Where to? - Just Just away.
Away from here.
It doesn't matter why.
And I wanted you to know that That I have a daughter! I have a daughter that you would really, really like.
Because she and you are I'm so sorry.
- It's OK.
- I'm so sorry.
It isn't, really.
What must you think of me? I'm, um I'm just going to tell you.
I I am - You are - I'm so sorry.
My cab.
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter, I can't say it anyway.
Let's just leave it at goodbye.
No, call me.
- I don't have the time.
- There's always time.
Listen, you don't have to go anywhere you don't want to.
I, on the other hand Thank you.
Coming! Maybe you need to take control.
Alex Price, don't you dare be a quitter! Solve the case.
It's right that way.
Talk of the doodle.
Yes.
Hello? How are you? - What can I do you for? - Chas Cale.
Allow me to finish that sentence for you, "is no longer a suspect.
" Thank you very much.
Now if you'd like to step back next door, you can catch up with the investigation which, even as I speak, is moving on apace! I gather you've made progress.
- No, not really.
- What progress? Start from the beginning.
Gather round, please.
OK, can I point out that we were witnesses? We saw two men Two men on a bike.
One of whom was local and fancied himself as De Niro.
So, may I suggest that you go and check out the local pubs.
- Roger that! - Yeah, brilliant! Keep a low profile.
Oi! You may have lost faith in yourself, but I was there when you said Chas Cale and I know you knew it was him.
Can we just knock this on the head once and for all? We have no evidence! It's a minor detail to you, I know, but one that is currently very fashionable.
- OK.
- Where are you going? And where's old Tonto and Kimosabe gone? They have gone on a pub crawl near the underpass to see what they can find.
Pub crawl? Where are me car keys? You got 'em, Shaz? They may be on your desk.
I put it here.
Right here.
- Right outside the flaming station! - We'll put a call out for it.
Nobody but me drives my bloody car! I just had to get something.
What in God's name No-one stinks my motor out! Excuse me, THAT is evidence! Don't worry about it because you're off the case! - Off the case? - And off the team! Oh, off the team? Yes! Actually, no, you can clean my car out! - I'm off the team.
- Well, you're back on it.
Drake, I want you making my car smell nice again! Drake, get back here! Drake! What are you You're off the team! Ma'am? Ma'am? I'm taking you home, c'mon.
Shaz, that is not rubbish, OK? Don't let anybody throw that away.
- It's the wotsits, isn't it? - It's the graphics, they're amazing! It's great not having any birds around, an' all.
Well, Shaz.
You wanna get a bird of yer own.
Not when I'm playing this I don't! Complementi de la casa.
What are you doing, drinking by your own? Where are your men? And why is the lovely signorina up in her flat also by her own? The lads'll be here soon.
And as for the lovely signorina, well, she can take a swan dive from her window as far as I'm concerned.
Ah, I see.
Be careful.
Who will catch her? No-one, hopefully.
You say that now, but what if he is dashing, handsome, full of youthful vigour? Look, I seen him! I don't know his name, but she bring him here once.
- He is very keen.
- Yes.
Yes! So strike while the iron's hot.
- Go to her.
- Luigi! DI Drake is of no interest to me, whatsoever.
Comprende? Now change the bloody subject or go away! You don't fool me.
Molls? Molly, I wanted to talk to you.
Because I don't think that I'm going to be able to get back to you.
And, er And I wanted to say goodbye.
And I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
It's It's ending here.
I'm dying here.
Seven steps to solving it, you said.
- What's the first one? - Boom and it goes boom! Can't go yet.
It's too soon.
You drink alone because of love.
Yeah, yeah, you can deny all you like.
But you're not alone.
All Englishmen, in the art of seduction, are pathetic! No passion! Open up! Police! Open up! To stop Luigi asking me why I'm drinking on my own, will Look at me.
You've got the lurgy, you have.
I know what you need.
Come on! You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You're a bossy cow.
And you are a Bonapartist.
What's that then, like double-jointed? You take no notice of anybody else.
You refuse to delegate.
Everything has to go through you, and I'll tell you something else Oh, good! If you're not careful you're gonna lose Chris and Ray.
Cos maybe they worship you.
But they get diddly shit in return, don't they? I am their DCI not their bloody Akela! When was the last time you gave them any "you make the decision" responsibility? - I bet you never have.
- Fine, maybe I am over the hill.
Oh, Gene, you are young.
- You're young! - It's Chris for you.
- Isn't he, Luigi? Young? - Who? Him? Oh, great, thank you! What is this, Slap Gene Day? Right, where've you been? What you up to? Come again? Right, I'm on my way.
They reckon they've got the young biker boy.
- You stay here, you're not well.
- No, I'm better! You see, when you give them responsibility they get things done.
Chris and Ray have done this on their own.
He was in the pub doing the Robert De Niro impression! We had him just like that, it was a lovely clean take.
He stepped out and Yes, I knew criminals were getting younger these days, but, um Where's he gone? - Where is he? - I left him with you! - He was in here! - So where is he now then? - More responsibility? - Oh, shut up! Donny, listen to me this is very important, OK? Look at me.
Very important.
Where's your Uncle Billy? - Where's he gone? - To the loo.
Everything all right? You been to the Post Office on Norvington Road today? Cos I hear you do a pretty mean Robert De Niro impression in there.
He can do all sorts.
He can do anyone.
Have you got a 500cc dirt bike? - I wish! - He could ride one.
He can ride anything.
He can do tricks.
Lost me licence, though, didn't I? - And with it me bike.
- What, and that stops you, does it? Whoever you're looking for, pal, if you think it's me, you've got the wrong bloke.
I think we should adjourn to the interview room, don't you pal? See you in a minute.
I was outside the pub.
Waiting.
Cos Billy's looking after me.
- Why was Billy looking after you? - Alex, hi! What? Um Sorry.
I, er I think I had a dream about you last night That's good.
It's good.
It's good to see you smiling.
Caroline said you were a bit upset.
I was, yeah.
What are you doing here? Oi! Lift and separate, get your big bum over here! Sorry.
It's OK, I just wanted to say if you need my help - DI Drake! - Call.
Any time Really, any time Thanks.
You don't talk to that man, he works for Caroline Price.
- I'll talk to whoever I like.
- Alex - I'm handing Donny over to Shaz.
- No, you're not.
He's coming with us.
Let's say between ten and three today, what were your movements? Can I start a little earlier? Cos my sister, Donny's mum, went into labour last night.
And she calls me from the hospital and asks me if I can come in and stay with her till after the baby's born, which happened this afternoon, so I've been at the hospital.
Well, from last night through till this evening when I went to the pub to wet the baby's head.
- He has, he's been looking after me! - Where, Donny? At the hospital.
- Since when? - Since I didn't go to school.
So your sister wanted you, her brother, to be her birthing partner? - She wanted you at the birth? - Yeah.
- Is she a single parent? - Nah.
She's married to Sean, Donny's dad.
He was there too, and that's why I was there Well, to look after Donny.
I'm sorry to push this point, but why did your sister want you at the birth? Could Donny go and get a biscuit or something? Chris Right.
C'mon, then! If your sister's got a husband, why were you needed? Well, that's what I wondered at first.
No one knew.
Well, obviously my sister did.
But no one else.
Till out popped a coffee coloured nig-nog nipper! Clearly not Sean's, her husband's.
And then I knew why I was there, cos Sean's upset, understandably.
But when he starts slapping her about, well I had to intervene.
But I must say, you lot were very understanding, cos they're rubbish calls, ain't they? Domestics.
So you banged him up, Sean, and let him off with a caution.
Which, given the circumstances, I thought was fair.
Go and check it out.
See yer, yeah? Nice to meet yer! Take care! Excuse me.
Is it tomorrow yet? Not quite.
Thanks.
Bye! Bye.
What now? You know those bin bags Here you are, dinner! OK, now, this can tell us everything we need to know about the Cales.
- She's having a laugh, isn't she? - Apparently not.
Nothing is insignificant.
I want every single scrap of paper sorted into these colour coded bags.
Till receipts, bills, supply invoices.
What colour for this? Bloody hell.
So every item builds up a picture of the person? Such a detailed picture that you could steal somebody's identity.
People throw away the most revealing things, and all you have to do is look.
Well, can we "look" in the morning, cos I've just about had it up to here! - Oh! - What've you got? Me niece collects milk bottles for Blue Peter and His name is Billy Dane.
Who turned him over? Who turned him over? That's an exit wound.
Who moved the body? - Who turned him over?! - The boy.
Donny? Hi.
Hiya.
Is it tomorrow yet? Just.
It's my birthday.
Oh, Donny.
When you dropped us off, we went back to Billy's and the phone was ringing, and Billy answered it, and we came straight back out again, and he drove here.
Billy took some money out of this He told me to wait in the car.
He went over there.
And do you know what happened then? I saw Billy meet this man out there, this tall man.
And they talked.
And Billy gave him the money and was coming back to me, but the man followed him, and he went "bang".
And Billy fell, he didn't even turn, he just It's all right.
It's all right.
The money from the Post Office.
Mr Chatterjee said he tore all the notes.
Didn't Billy say he was with Donny all day and the boy confirmed it? Right.
We need to take him inside, see what he really knows.
He is seven years old! And this is now a murder enquiry! I'm eight actually.
It's tomorrow, it's my birthday.
I'm eight! There you go.
See, he's a big boy now! He was going to give me a party.
With crisps and things and games.
Where are we going? To a party.
Go on, ask him.
He's not really asleep.
- Will you ask with me? - OK.
Can we have some crisps, please, Uncle Luigi.
And some Coke.
And some Pepsi.
And chocolate.
And one of those cakes with nothing but air in the middle, - and ice cream.
- And chocolate.
No, we've done chocolate.
More chocolate! Yes.
Lots and lots of chocolate.
And music.
- And breadsticks.
- Candles! Don't forget candles! No! Candles, you've got to blow out the candles! Are you always cold? Cos you're always shivering! Luigi, party music! - It's a restaurant, not a discotheque! - It's a birthday! It's beautiful music! Right.
You, wait here.
We're meant to get a trace on that phone call Billy took.
- What are you doing? - Seeing what I can find out about us.
Hey, let's do the Guv's.
He's a pig He bets - What? - Show us.
My oh, my! Do your tits do that? - Is that DI Drake? - It bloody is, aye.
And that's himself! This needs pinning up! Here! What? For me? Birthday present.
Happy birthday.
I go to bed now.
For good! Donny, you know you said you spent all day with Billy, is that true? Can we not talk about Billy? Didn't you hear what he said! I am trying to do my job.
More Coke, Donny? There, now that is my contribution to childhood obesity.
- Leave him alone.
- What's got into you? Apart from shards of lead drilling their way through my skull? What, you've got a headache? Billy did take me to the park yesterday.
And he left me there.
But you said you were at the hospital all day, Donny.
Billy told me not to tell anyone.
Well, when was this? When Mum had to have that operation to get the baby out.
I dunno, lunch time? Where did Billy go? - With the man on the bike.
- What man was this? Dunno.
But he had a black helmet with a stripe down the middle, and Billy got a red one! Was this man the same man that Billy met tonight? No.
The man tonight was tall.
I'm going back to the station.
What about the boy? You can't leave him.
Be a mother, Alex.
Just put him to bed and rub some Vicks on your chest.
I'm not well! I mustn't go to sleep! Then have this, here.
Coke.
C'mon, raise a can and say "Chas!" - C'mon, "Chas!" - Why are you saying that? It's what you say when somebody gives you a drink.
- You say it.
- No, no, no, I say "Cheers".
Yeah, cos I'm saying it how Billy says it.
Like when he gave a high-five to the man on the bike.
He said "Chas!" On the phone tonight, "Chas".
Do you know what time it is? What? Do you need to come in? No, I can't.
I can't, I'm trying to solve something but in case I can't and because I've well, I've no-one else in this world.
This is Donny.
Look after him.
Please.
Bye.
- No, I can't leave him with you! - Alex, if you have - He'll be fine, I have a daughter.
- I know, I know! And you could be such, such a wonderful mother! So wonderful! But I don't remember a boy turning up! And surely I would! I know you have a daughter I know you have a daughter - because - She's not here, right now.
Not here! She's not here.
Now that's good.
Thank you.
Keep making connections stay alive! Inside.
- What is this? - Inside, please! You'd better have a bloody good reason for this.
Billy Dane, Mr Cale! - Who? - Billy Dane.
You know Billy Dane the live wire, the cocky boy, the bike boy.
- Listen.
- The boy you did the Post Office with! Oh, right, yeah.
Who was shot dead tonight in front of his 8-year-old nephew on a piece of scrubland! - What? - Two shots.
Back of the head.
The first delivered after he'd handed over two grand from that raid to the man who then blew his face off as he walked away.
The 2nd when he was already face down on the ground.
All witnessed by an eight year old boy.
Why? Oh, now this is interesting.
My husband was here all day.
Would you care to confirm that, Chas? You see, cos the self same eight-year-old boy says he saw you pick up Billy from the playground next to the hospital, and that Billy was giving you a high-five and calling you Chas.
- But I didn't kill him.
- No.
No, but you see, the question is Take her to the kitchen.
Put her in the kitchen! You didn't have to have him killed! And you didn't have to do that Post Office.
- He was just a kid.
- He was trouble.
Trouble when he worked here, trouble when he left.
You said you were just gonna teach him a lesson.
Let's make that teaching you a lesson.
Well, you won't do it again, will you? Kitchen! It's Joan Cale.
Get over here now Yes, yes, I've got the rest for you.
- He's on his way, he'll be here soon.
- Who? Tie her up.
Gag her too.
- What are we going to do with her? - She'll be collected and taken away.
- Are you mad? - Do you really think, with what I've set up here, that I can have police crawling all over us just cos you can't resist one last taste of what it was like?! And you could kill yourself doing that! God! Adrenaline brings on the fits and the next one could So tie her up and tie her tight.
Why would anybody throw away this amount of meat? The sell by dates are recent.
It's like it hasn't even been refrigerated.
Like they were never gonna use it.
Guv, Guv.
- This going through people's rubbish - It bloody works! We went through Billy Dane's bins, and found this old pay slip.
He used to work at the Alla Casa.
He worked for Chas Cale! No! - No! - Who is it? Who is it? It's the man who's coming to take her away.
It's OK! That's it.
You know what's coming.
It's OK.
You know what's happening.
You're OK.
I'm here for you! Joan! Chas! Come and open this bloody door! I've bloody dreamt about doing this! Don't you dare! I worked it out I made the connections, and I solved it.
And you saved me! And if you saved me maybe I can save them.
Yeah, I think it's called concussion.
Forgive the stick of willow, but once bitten, twice shy.
What can I do for you? Hare Krishna - D'you think you need stitches? - No Ow! Oh, listen to the whimpering and the whining.
Get your laughing gear round that.
How are you? I'm fine.
Good.
I'm great, actually.
- How's Chas? - Oh, you know.
Chas lives to fit another day.
In prison.
Bloody hellfire! Disgusting, obscene, smutty filth.
I'll find out who did it.
What's obscene? Nothing.
The restaurant's a scam.
The Cales were using it to launder money.
It didn't matter to them if no one came in to eat.
It didn't bother 'em! This is how it works.
You buy a restaurant for cash, yeah? Dirty money, money from a bank raid.
Do it up, you run it at a loss, and then you sell it on, and the money you make - Is clean money.
Legal money! - And lots of it.
Hence the hit man.
D'you know about the hit man? He was on the way to the restaurant to pick me up.
Why, did you get him? No, we didn't.
We will do.
So when they launder money they don't actually wash it? Oh, they do! Right, I see.
Yeah, I've got it now! I've got it Right.
Let's get you home, shall we? All I have to say is that you should trust those ageing instincts, cos you haven't even approached your prime yet.
I think you're right.
In fact, I'm about three minutes away from reaching my sexual peak.
Do you wanna celebrate? Unfortunately, I have a headache.
Course you do.
Hello, where d'you come from? Look what I done! I got taught how to do it by the bloke who brought us here.
- Brilliant, isn't it? - Yeah, it's brilliant.
Great presents for kids.
I gave one to Caroline's daughter the other day.
Of course you did.
It was you! It was you who brought Donny in I keep getting these reports from Caroline that you're ill or you're upset or both, and every time I see you, you just I'm also here cos Donny wants to see his mum and his new brother, if that's OK? Can you come? You haven't seen my baby brother yet.
And you can now! And I can give you a lift home.
I mean, it sounds as if you haven't been to bed all night.
Please say yes.
Please do.
All right, yeah.
Sure.
Come on.
- I'm just going to, um - Yeah, yeah, I'll see you see you later.
Well, tomorrow probably.
- Some time.
Whenever.
- Till tomorrow.
Gill Hollis knows more than he remembers.
The bloke's a nice kindly twat.
He's a victim, victims are crap.
They shit themselves and forget everything.
- So, the car - Datsun.
Yellowish.
Brown? - Oh, God - What about a television appearance? Glad to see you're dragging this lummox into the 1980s! Don't have nightmares, no do have nightmares.
He's a scum and still at large.
We need to nail these bastards.
- I'm going to take someone.
- Who is it? Is it one of them? Who? Who is going to die?! - Easy, eh? - The south's made you go all soft, Christopher! I'm wondering how to regain control of this investigation, cos if I don't, someone will die.
You're ruining this for me, you stupid, pigheaded bastard! Don't tell me what to do! Keep 'em peeled!