Life On Mars (UK) (2006) s01e07 Episode Script

- This car is disgusting.
- So get out.
Staking out a technical college All my ambitions fulfilled.
Two arrests for possession of cocaine, both of them students in that tech.
I wanna know who's dealing.
And we're not leaving this to the Drugs Squad because? DI Robinson made a pass at the guv's wife last bonfire night.
I won't have drugs on my patch.
Chris and that plonk better be flushing that scum out.
Her name is Annie.
It's What the?! You have got to be joking! Trudy were asking if I'd seen them.
Guv! Go, go, go, go, go! Come on! Come on, come on! Oi, you'll pay for that! - Come on! - It's a bloody shit heap! - I'm on him! - Get that cleared up! He's the dealer! Stop! Police! How's that for a truncheon! Oh, bollocks! My thoughts exactly.
How are you, Billy boy? Long time no see.
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.
He's a druggie.
Just charge the bugger.
He was only carrying three wraps.
He's no more than a recreational user.
Recreational? It's cocaine, not Subbuteo.
Every user has a supplier.
If we trace the line of supply, we find the source.
This is a golden opportunity.
You're not happy unless you're making my life complicated.
Play this right, Billy Kemble can lead us to a much bigger collar.
How'd that be for sticking it to your mate in the Drug Squad? How are you, Billy boy? - I want a solicitor.
- I want Fiona Richmond as a secretary.
We'll both have to wait.
Where'd you get it? Get what? - What are they? - Come on, Billy.
Flashing at young mothers is your vice, not drugs.
Tell us who gave it you, we can be home in time to watch The High Chaparral.
I have nowt to say.
or get charged with assault on a police officer.
A monkey could've got a confession out of Billy Kemble.
Mike Tyson wades in, now he's refusing to say a word.
Mike who? Are we keeping you up? You will be.
Every cell's full and Harry Smith's off sick.
Muggins here's covering.
And I'm knackered.
Serves you right for staying up rodding with your new fella.
- Did you let his guide dog watch? - His guide dog's giving your mam one.
From behind.
Whatever happened to all the classy birds? What are you doing? I'm gonna get a name from Kemble.
Here we go! No.
Half an hour in there and Kemble will be talking 19 to the dozen.
You're having a guest, Albert.
I'm not sharing with no one.
A double negative? Don't they teach you anything in nutter school? I get out of here, first thing I'll do is knife your missus.
Oh, shut up and share nicely.
- Ow! - Come on! Shut up and get in there.
- I'm not going in there! - Guv - Get out of the way.
- You can't do this! Call DI Carling when you're ready to name your source.
Squeal piggy, squeal! - Deliverance.
- I know.
No, please, please! - Right.
I'm leaving you in charge.
- Me? - What? - Chris, you stay and help.
DI Tyler and myself need to discuss drugs policy and procedure, so he's buying me dinner.
You wanna discuss procedure? We'll be back in a couple of hours.
I'll expect you to have the name of Kemble's supplier.
Think you can manage that? Yes, Guv.
Thanks, Guv.
Right, I fancy something a little bit different.
When I said different, I meant maybe a Berni Inn.
Why have we come to Rusholme for a curry? The Taj Mahal's around the corner from the station.
This is the real deal.
Mind you, it looked a bit different last time I was here.
Here you are, this'll do.
Is he responding? Where the hell are you going? - I thought I saw - Are we eating or what? So, you said you wanted to talk about procedure.
What? Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
The missus is staying with her mother.
I don't eat alone.
Well, if I told you that, I knew you wouldn't come.
So How come you're such an expert on all this drugs stuff? Most of my cases in Hyde were drugs-related.
The users start off casual, then the addiction spirals and they end up funding their habit through crime.
We should bang up the users.
That's pissing in the wind.
It's all about the supply.
Cut the supply, you cut the number of users.
What's wrong with that radio? Sounds all right to me.
# Let's all meet up in the year 2000 - That's Pulp.
- No, tastes like spinach.
That's Pulp.
I saw them play the Nynex in '96.
The way Sam responds to these sensory tests will be crucial.
- I haven't finished yet.
- Sam? Just said my name on the radio.
What, you got a dedication? - Sam? - You must've heard that! Right Should be getting back.
See if Billy Kemble's coughed.
Here.
There you go.
Sam, come on.
Come on.
No Phyllis? What the bloody hell is going on? Why is there nobody out on? You won't be hearing any more from this chap.
When did you last check on Billy Kemble? You should have conducted half-hourly welfare checks.
We did check on him.
That's how we knew he was dead.
All the signs are it was a massive coronary.
What brought it on's another matter.
Bruising to the neck, torn clothing and a cut on his face.
I'll be interested to hear what your post-mortem makes of that.
Goodnight.
Where's Collins now? - He's in number three.
- Did he attack Kemble? - They weren't in the same cell.
- Did he attack Kemble?! Yes.
But we moved Kemble out, soon as we released one of the others.
This stays within CID, understand? Right, we need a confession out of Collins.
Billy Kemble was put in your cell right as rain.
Few hours later, he's covered in injuries and stiff as a board.
I told you what'd happen if you put him in with me.
- I shouldn't be examining my conscience.
- What happened? He wanted the bed.
I told him it was mine.
There was a little rough and tumble.
That little rough and tumble brought on a heart attack.
A couple of slaps? Maybe if it was you, you lardy bastard.
That lad was fine when they let him out of my cell.
Course, what you lot did to him after, who can say? Please do not question the integrity of my officers.
You'll give me indigestion.
So, we've just surrendered the moral high ground to a psychopath.
Good night's work.
We all stick together on this.
You OK? You look a bit shaky, Guv.
Curry doesn't agree with me.
Billy Kemble was a flasher caught in possession of cocaine.
He was beaten up by a nutter who should've been put away years ago.
One scumbag offed another.
It's bad luck he did it downstairs, but these things happen.
Once the post-mortem has been done, we'll nail a confession from Albert Collins.
In the meantime, you get your statements in to me.
You keep them simple.
No cause for fretting.
Annie? I'm fine.
Hey It's not your fault.
What? Just because you were on duty, you're not to blame.
I know.
What I mean is something like this post-traumatic stress can cause shock or guilt.
What are you talking about? The situation tonight should never have happened.
So why did you let them put him in that cell? - Me? - You should have all just left him alone! - Annie! - Lovers' tiff? Piss off.
Right.
Kemble's body needs identifying before we can do a post-mortem.
First thing, fetch the next of kin.
Tell 'em the bare minimum.
Just make sure that they know that it were your idea to keep him in for the night.
Is that how this is gonna work? Keep the facts quiet as possible? Look, it's been a long night.
Now is not the time to test my patience.
Mind the step.
Don't want the other hip giving way.
Right, bye, Mrs Mullane.
I hope she trips.
She's not happy unless someone's is suffering.
You 9.
30? Come on, I'm running behind.
So, who normally does your hair? The council? Are you Andrea Kemble? I hope so, else I'm in another bugger's flat.
You've no chance of a David Cassidy.
Have to be a Paul Newman.
Detective Inspector Sam Tyler.
Haven't you got better things to do? Go on, then.
Who's he flashed this time? - Can we sit down? - No.
I've a 9.
30 due.
Just tell me what our Billy's done.
Billy died during the night.
- No, he didn't.
- He was in police custody.
I I just saw him yesterday.
It happened in the early hours of the morning.
It must be another Kemble.
You've got it mixed up.
I'm sorry.
Well Well how? We need somebody to identify the body.
Was he married or? Just me.
My baby brother.
That's Billy.
What's that? He's bruised.
There was an altercation in the cells.
A fight.
There was a fight with another prisoner.
That's how he died? The coroner will determine the exact cause of death.
Right.
I see.
Thank you, Detective Inspector.
We've still to verify the exact chain of events, but everything seems to have been done in accordance with the correct procedural guidelines.
Of course.
I'm sure you've been very thorough.
Is that all I have to do? Well, yeah.
Look Is there anything else you wanna know? Don't you wanna ask anything? I'm sorry we've caused you this much trouble.
I won't take up any more of your time.
Miss Kemble I We didn't see any real danger, putting him in that cell.
I'm sure you did what was right.
He shouldn't have got himself in here.
If there was any negligence, it will be investigated.
I think I can trust the police.
Soon as we get the post-mortem results, we'll take another pop at Collins.
I want that confession.
Who's gonna take a pop at us? - Not with you.
- We put Billy Kemble in that cell.
You chose Collins to be his cell-mate.
I stood by and watched.
Kemble had drugs on him.
If he'd have been clean, we'd never have had to put him in that cell.
And that absolves us, does it? We didn't smack him about.
But you knew Collins might.
That was the whole point, wasn't it? Now is not the time to have a one-night stand with your conscience.
You were wetting your pants earlier about getting a confession out of Kemble.
Where were you when he was being knocked about? That's right, stuffing down a curry in Rusholme.
Ah! Now you understand how we all need to stick together.
Staff training à la Gene Hunt? Superintendent.
Don't mind me.
About that cell death Yeah, we're just collating statements.
Make it clear to your officers.
I expect honesty and transparency in all testimonies.
Anyone who's innocent has nothing to fear about the events of last night.
However, if there's so much as a sniff of bad behaviour, I'll have your team disbanded and discarded so fast you'll think your arses were lightning.
Delighted to know we have your unconditional support, Frank.
As ever.
Plenty would like to see your head on a pole, Gene.
I've sheltered you one too many times.
I think I know where I stand.
Right on the edge.
Wobbling.
Not gonna wash your hands, sir? Most unlike you.
I don't understand.
It's all in my statement.
I'm not sure it is, sweetheart.
I mean, Kemble was a flasher.
- You must've felt threatened? - He didn't flash me.
- If he had done? - She just said he didn't.
But you'd have felt threatened disgusted.
As a bird, like.
- Maybe.
- Right, well, let's put that in.
- What did he do when you looked in? - Flicked me the Vs.
"Brandished his arms in an aggressive and violent manner.
" - How many times did you check on him? - Once, maybe twice.
Your memory's hardly your best quality, is it, Chris? Let's round it up to four.
I said he slid the tray along the floor at her.
"Mr Kemble angrily threw food in the face of WPC Annie Cartwright.
" Sign there.
At Hyde we had a name for what you're doing now.
Spin.
I'm protecting my team.
Yourself, you mean.
You know how long I've spent building up this department? I am my team.
One falls, we all do.
Right, Oswald, how did he die? Coronary failure.
Massive heart attack to you.
Your man had a perennially weak heart, high blood pressure - the whole kit and caboodle.
The fight didn't kill him? Oh, no, no, no, no.
Those injuries were entirely superficial.
Cuts and bruises.
His heart failed because he ingested such a large amount of cocaine.
- Cocaine? - He was high when we brought him in.
We're in the clear! Oswald, my beauty, you've just done us a massive favour.
I shall sleep soundly for years.
He didn't show any signs of drug use during the interview.
If he'd taken cocaine, he'd have been hyperactive.
Just because he wasn't playing the sitar and seeing purple elephants We're missing something.
I read something about cocaine when I was in Hyde.
- I can't remember what it is.
- I'm sorry he doesn't match the pictures in your I-Spy book of druggie behaviour, but the post-mortem was conclusive.
What's important is we make sure the sister doesn't kick up a fuss.
I want this case glued shut.
Bloody council, spends my taxes housing the scum of the city in penthouses.
All mod cons, city views.
Jammy bastards.
- What's she like? Tasty? - Be gentle, will you? I'm not a bleedin' Luddite.
Hiya, love.
DCI Hunt.
How you feeling? Just come to talk to you about how your brother copped it.
The post-mortem concluded that Billy died from a heart attack.
Because of that fight he had? Afraid not.
Seems a lot of cocaine skipped up his nose, conked out his heart.
- Drugs? - Lot of dangerous hobbies.
Did you know Billy took cocaine? He doesn't.
He'd never take drugs.
With respect, you probably thought he kept his cock in his keks and all.
He your boss? What would I get for smacking him one? Round of applause from half our station.
We know he was supplying cocaine to students at the tech.
Obviously, he liked a little sniff himself.
He's got a dicky heart.
The doctor warned him to go easy.
Why would he go messing with drugs? He might be a bit simple, but he's not stupid.
You never been tempted by the old magic talcum powder yourself? Women.
You can't say two words to 'em.
Ah well, least that's done with.
Let's get back and do some proper work.
She said Billy didn't take drugs.
And the post-mortem said he did.
Oh, dear, who shall I believe? Guv, we have got to Shh! Shh! D'you hear that? That's the sound of this case being closed.
The entire information and research database for this station consists of a list of pub opening hours and a leaflet on cycling proficiency.
What is a database? What I wouldn't give for a decent search engine now.
So you sure there's no other information on drugs? There was a bit in last year's Chief Constable's report about pharmacies dishing out pills illegally.
No, I mean information on how the body reacts.
The effects cocaine has on the metabolism, you know? How long it takes to What? Cocaine is most likely to cause heart failure during the first hour after it's ingested.
the last study I read.
I'm clearly not as up-to-date as I'd like to think.
Oh, I'm well ahead with my reading.
I'd agree your man's coronary failure would have been a rapid reaction to the cocaine.
Kemble suffered his heart attack two hours after the fight with Collins.
That's five hours after we first brought him in.
- So? - So to cause the attack at that time, he must have taken the cocaine while he was still in his cell.
Like hell.
He was searched, all his possessions confiscated.
Billy Kemble did not have drugs in that cell.
Well, if it was nothing to do with Albert Collins, and he didn't have drugs in the cell, how did Billy Kemble die? There are enough unanswered questions for us to treat this as a potential homicide.
Andrea Kemble was adamant her brother didn't touch the drugs.
And you believe her? He could have had cocaine stashed up his arse.
This was not a murder.
A daft druggie got overexcited.
How could he overdose when all his possessions had been confiscated? I don't bloody know! He just did! The super's gonna ask the same questions as me, you know? Somebody in this station knows what happened to Billy Kemble.
You'd better do something about it.
Right, listen up, you lot! Now we need to find the person who supplied Kemble with drugs.
Go through the usual suspects, talk to your snouts.
I want a major collar.
So that if anybody questions how Billy Kemble died of an overdose, we can say, "Don't worry about that because we found his supplier!" Come on, lads, let's make it a good day to bury bad news.
Is that what they're saying then? That he overdosed? Don't concern yourselves with that.
Just bring me a scalp.
And that includes you.
I'll start looking for a supplier once there's been a full investigation into Billy Kemble's death.
Is this what you do? Buzz through stations, ripping them apart, destroying the camaraderie.
There has to be a transparent investigation.
If we can't police ourselves, how are the public supposed to trust us? The public don't give a damn what we do, as long as we get results.
- You're wrong.
- They'd piss their pants if they knew what we went through to get collars.
So if you think I'm doing my dirty washing If Billy Kemble's death is not investigated You'll what? That's me done here.
- What, back to Hyde? - Hey, I'll drive you.
Tell me this.
If everything is so wonderful in Hyde, why are you hanging around like the smell of last night's haddock? You could've gone back any time.
The truth is, you like it here.
You just can't bear to admit it.
All right.
You want a full investigation into Billy Kemble's death? Fine, you take the damn case.
Fill your boots.
But I'm telling you this, you'll find nothing.
What's that, Tabasco? Eurgh! There's no discernible reaction.
Who's there? Sam? - Sam? - Who's there? We need some response to these tests.
What tests? I'm here, I can hear you.
Sam has to help us.
- Sam? - What?! Get me out of here! What did Chris give you, Annie? In the corridor.
What? Nothing.
Bar of chocolate.
I bought him one the other day.
You searched Kemble, you took his possessions off him, yeah? You formally questioning me? Why, do I need to? Could you have missed anything? What's all this for? What are you trying to prove? I'm trying to find out the truth.
Why is that so problematic? Do you know how many times I've defended you to people in this station? And now you take it upon yourself to investigate us! - Annie - Why are you doubting me? Do you think we're not bothered? - Think you're the only one that cares? - I'm asking for the facts.
You know, somebody around here knows more than they're letting on.
Friendship and trust go both ways, Sam.
At least, they're supposed to.
"Get me out of here!" What happened to the cocaine wraps that were confiscated from Kemble? Did you hear someone fart? Who was the last person to see him alive? Phworr! There it is again.
Egg sarnies! Now, I've asked you nicely.
Go shove your head up your arse.
How's this helping, sir? I will get to the truth, you know? With or without your help.
For the tenth time, Phyllis, I need that charge sheet.
I have a station to keep running.
- I'll fetch it when I can lay my hands on it.
- Come on! It can't be that difficult to find.
It's gotta be in here somewhere.
Oi, you've no need to go snooping! There! Now, was that so difficult? Apparently not.
Seeing as there's two of them.
For the same night.
It weren't even my ruddy shift.
I had a kip.
Hour and a half, two hours max.
And while you were asleep, Billy Kemble died.
I didn't know that were gonna happen.
I moved him out of Collins' cell after that fight.
Annie woke me when she found him.
Look, if I could go back I mean, I've never had a cell death.
All right, it's not exactly Raffles here, but we treat 'em fair.
And then that bugger You didn't mention sleep in your statement.
That's the first thing I'd put in Asleep on the job with him choking on his chips.
Maybe if this station weren't run like Fred Karno's army, I wouldn't have had to cover.
But no, it's always the women what cop the flak.
Why did you have to rewrite the charge sheet? Look, no good'll come of this.
Why rewrite it? To protect Annie.
the charge sheet that Billy Kemble complained he was feeling ill.
What was the matter with him? Please don't make me do this.
Why didn't you call a doctor? I can't - It isn't - Annie, I can't help you if don't answer me! Stand up.
- Why? - Stand up! You're upsetting my officers.
There are questions I need them to answer.
They're following a serious line of enquiry to find Kemble's supplier.
You're stopping them from carrying out that work.
Questions like, why do their statements and the charge sheet not tally? Why did they fail to notify us that Phyllis had fallen asleep on duty? Why did WPC Cartwright not call a doctor when Billy Kemble complained he was feeling ill? And why did DC Skelton here not mention in his statement that he'd been in to see Kemble Useful things, charge sheets.
If you bother to look at them.
You're working too hard.
You're seeing conspiracies that don't exist.
Yeah? Or maybe just getting too close for comfort.
I'm taking you off duty.
You go home.
Go back to Hyde.
I don't care.
But you don't come anywhere near my station.
Now get out! Now! Drowning your sorrows so early in the day, mon brave? Don't worry, Nelson.
I'll be out before the others descend.
I wouldn't wanna cost you your trade.
Hey, I set the rules here.
You, always welcome.
You're a good man.
I hope not.
What am I doing, Nelson? Why am I still fighting? Oh, boy, they got it bad today.
Nobody else is bothered about the truth.
Why should I be? You got to follow the truth.
Even if it brings the whole damn thing crashing down around you.
That's how they want me to respond.
Maybe the tests are working.
Maybe I'm close to getting home.
You lost me.
Hunt says this investigation could demolish everything.
That's what I have to do.
Destroy his world, and then I can get back to mine.
Whoa, there! I wasn't talking destruction.
I was talking truth.
What if they're the same thing? Leave us alone! Get off me! I'm a copper, not a villain! You gonna talk to me now? You ain't half twisted my arm.
Girl.
The charge sheet says you visited Billy Kemble just after midnight.
Now that makes you the last person to see him alive.
The guv'll have my guts for garters if I talk to you.
I just want the truth about what happened.
I don't have to talk to you.
Fine.
Let's talk about the weather.
Or the football.
Do you think Docherty's really gonna sell Denis Law? How have you been sleeping, by the way, now you've got a death on your conscience? - Stop it.
- A man died.
And raking it up's not gonna bring him back.
Raking what up, Chris? What happened? We were just trying to get a result.
That's all.
Please the guv.
Ray said he'd thought of a way to get a name out of Kemble.
Phyllis was asleep.
Annie was getting a cuppa.
That's why Ray wasn't down on the charge sheet.
I had to go and fetch the whatchamacallit which took 10 minutes, by which time Annie was back and my name goes on the charge sheet.
- What did you have to go and fetch? - The tape recorder.
It's what I do now, since you showed us.
So there's a tape of what happened in that cell? And you haven't seen fit to mention that? I forgot it was running.
I hid it.
I needed more time to think.
It weren't no one's fault.
Not really.
We just wanted a result.
Where's the tape? Annie's locker.
You're not supposed to be here.
If you'd have told me what happened, I wouldn't need to be, would I? - But now I can find out for meself.
- Typical Chris.
I told him to destroy it.
And instead, he trusts it to a plonk.
Mmm.
- Get out me way.
- Banned from the station, breaking into lockers, stealing possessions How bad are you trying to look? Give it to me.
Oh, OK.
I'll, er I'll just hand it over to you, shall I? I've every confidence you'll do the right thing.
Are you gonna give it to me, or am I gonna have to take it? You really believe we're gonna have a punch-up over this tape? Interview with Billy Kemble commenced at 7.
05pm.
Present are DS Ray Carling and DC Chris Skelton.
You said I could have something to eat.
When you tell us who gives you them drugs.
- That's not diffýcult, is it? - I don't know a name.
- What you doing with that? - I thought you liked it.
I just sell it.
This stuff's supposed to make folk talky.
Hang on, mate, you can't be using that.
I promised the guv a result.
I'm not letting him down.
- Give us a hand here.
- Oh, no, no! I don't want it! - I'm not sure we - Do you wanna be a good copper? So, let's get him talking.
We're running out of time.
No, no, don't Please No Stop! Now let's see what you've gotta say for yourself.
No Don't do that Please! Billy Kemble was dead.
Cocaine makes people talk, that's what I heard.
Little bit like that doesn't kill someone.
- He had a weak heart.
- Well, I didn't know, did I? He's a drug dealer.
I was doing what you asked.
Getting a name.
Just went skew-whiff.
He complained of feeling ill.
Why didn't you call a doctor? DS Carling told me not to.
He's my superior officer.
I didn't feel able to disobey.
- I only said give it 20 minutes.
- By which time, he was dead! How am I supposed to know how drugs work? The call was my responsibility.
- I should have been there.
- I got it wrong.
We all did.
I was doing what you taught me.
I was trying to get a result for you.
That concludes my investigation.
I don't know who the biggest dickhead is round here.
You, for what happened.
You, for your holier than thou act.
Or me, for having any of you on my team.
You're a bloody disgrace.
Go home and get some sleep.
Ray Carling has to be charged.
He caused a man's death! He'll be haunted by it for the rest of his life.
That justifies Billy Kemble's corpse, does it? The fact that Ray learned a lesson? That's not what I said! Ray catches more villains than the rest of this department put together.
I boot him out, dozens of villains in this city go un-collared.
Why not just go the whole hog and promote him? Because I'm to blame for this.
I left a weak man in charge.
You see, these lads They think they're made in my image.
But they've never learnt where to draw the line, and it scares the shit out of me.
You did a good investigation.
I'm glad I let you.
What d'you mean, "I'm glad I let you"? You set me up.
Well, I'm hardly gonna investigate my own team.
Would've been suicide for morale.
You were the only one I could trust.
Or the only one who was expendable.
Well, isn't that how you've always fancied yourself? The moral compass in a dodgy department.
I don't understand.
You could've just buried the whole thing.
We sort things out ourselves round here.
I've seen where "sorting things out for ourselves" leads.
It leads to one in 20 British prisoners being innocent.
Which means we got the right villain Better than most rubber johnnies.
I don't make the rules.
I just live by 'em.
So, what happens now? Power's in your hands.
You got the tape.
You can still destroy us.
If that's what you want.
Radius cube times a quarter means the end of existing assembly workers And the answer to the problem is clearer than we might think.
Responses to sensory tests vary from patient to patient.
This could be a turning point.
- Sam? - Yes? - Sam? - Yes, yes! I can hear you.
Help me! Help me, tell me what to do.
What do I do? Is it this? Is it this? This tells us that the probable outcome is X, but only if Yis constant.
What what does that mean? Let's work it through from the start.
No, no! What the hell does that mean? What does that mean? What the hell does that mean? Sam? What? It's Annie.
I thought you might fancy a walk.
This tape could be my best chance of getting out of here.
Sam, when is this gonna stop? We are people, we have lives, we're not some game created just for your benefit.
You think you give that tape to the super and we just melt away? I don't know.
You said you were here for a reason.
You're doing my head in, Annie.
If I could go back in time and do things differently, I would.
We all would.
We have to live with what we did.
We don't need you to punish us.
You've got my career my life in your hands.
You want me to destroy this tape, for you? What have I ever asked in return? Or do I mean that little to you? Alpha One to 9-2-0.
DCI Hunt requests that we get our arses in CID, pronto.
Says if DI Tyler's with you, get him there, an' all.
It was great Yeah.
- What's going on? - How the hell should I know? Fantastic! Up.
Detective Sergeant Ray Carling, you are hereby stripped of your rank and demoted to Detective Constable.
Your main responsibilities will be maintenance of CID stationery cupboard.
You will account for every pen, pencil and paper clip in this office.
Oh, come on, Guv.
You'll only participate in other investigations at my discretion.
Half your wages for the next 12 months will be deducted by me and given directly to the Police Benevolent Fund.
You are also barred from the Railway Arms until I decide otherwise.
You so much as belch out of line and I'll have your scrotum on a barbed wire plate.
You wanna say anything? I'm, er I'm Pardon? I let you down.
I got it wrong.
I'm sorry, Guv.
This has been shaming.
We never talk of this again.
It had to be public.
It's over.
Sam? It's not over.
I understand your position, of course.
But that would depend on the issues involved.
I can't give you a straight answer now, that's for sure.
I'll telephone you back.
I don't much care for popular music.
You'll like that even less.
It demonstrates the manslaughter of a prisoner by one of your officers.
William Kemble? And what do you expect me to do with this? Listen to it.
Act upon it.
My understanding is it's been dealt with internally.
What, a demotion? On that tape Anyone could have made that.
No officer worth his salt would fall for such a simple hoax.
That tape was the truth.
What were you expecting, Tyler? The whole world to come crashing down? Me again.
Sorry about that.
No, nothing.
He didn't do anything, did he? Way of the world.
A world which creates coppers like Ray awash with institutionalised corruption.
You know, people like Rathbone need to be surgically removed from the force.
You can't change this world, Sam.
Only learn how to survive in it.
I don't give up that easily.
Good.
- I had to do it.
- So I do mean that little to you? You're the only one that understands.
But you could've destroyed me.
All of us.
Why am I still here? Nothing I do makes any difference.
Is that what you really think? Don't abandon me, Annie.
Please.
How would I do that? We're stuck here together.
Back to work, then, is it? Do I have a choice? Park, pictures There's always a choice.
Back to work, then.
# Oh Sinnerman, where he gonna run to? # Sinnerman, where you gonna run to? # Where you gonna run to? # All on that day # Well, I run to the rock # Please hide me I run to the rock # Please hide me I run to the rock # Please hide me Lord # All on that day # But the rock cried out I can't hide you # The rock cried out I can't hide you # The rock cried out I ain't gonna hide you - Police! Hands on your head.
- Dad! I've been searching for an answer Why I'm here and how I get back? Maybe the answer's found me.
He's my dad! That's it, I've done it! - You're not running this.
- I am now.
You've forgotten who you're talking to.
That's it! Wakey-wakey! Nothing can make you wake up, 'cause you're already awake.
Tell me, Gene, why are you sharing this little adventure with me? Maybe this is more your cup of tea than you care to admit.
Come on, gather round.
Game on! So what are you gonna do? History's repeating itself, but I can change it.
Assume the position.
- It's over.
- No, it's not.
For me, it is! Gather round for the big waking up!