Ashes to Ashes

- You were friends with Sam Tyler. - He was more of a mentor really.

- Were you there when they found his car in the river? - The Guv found it.

My name's Jim and I've been looking for love in all the wrong places.

I've thought long and hard about this. I've spoken to senior officers

and I'm resigning from the Metropolitan Police.

I'm not asking you to be disloyal to his memory, I just...

Sam Tyler was a friend of mine, Sam Tyler died. End of.

I hear you've been in touch with Manchester.

- There were some files I was interested in. - You think he killed him.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - I think he did, too.

Two arson attacks last week.

One of Maggie Thatcher's trusty councillors

and the Green Hill Army Barracks. And tomorrow is Election Day.

My guess is whoever started these fires is waiting to put on

an even bigger show when the world and his wife will be watching.

Here you go. Never let it be said that we don't care.

- What? - It's just their way of saying,

"So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu. "

- I know... it's like Goodbye Mr Chips. - Care for something cheesy, sir?

Sorry to be a party-pooper, but Countryman's

going to keep me here a wee bit longer. Uh-uh.

D&C want me to clean house on the last three years of cases.

Build up a profile of the long-term efficiency of this department.

Oh, be a man, Jim, and let's just call it snooping, eh?

The Home Office has asked Special Branch to take care of this arson case.

- Over my rotting corpse. - My words exactly.

I told them this department led by Gene Hunt is capable of dealing with it.

I told them you wouldn't, couldn't let us down... Gene.

- Right, these attacks could be IRA. - Trust me, they weren't.

- You know something we don't? - No, I just know that I'm right.

To be fair, Jim, this is her on a good day.

Right. I want every anarchist, commie, Trotskyist,

pinko, leftie, greasy bastard student rounded up

and brought in here tonight.

- Are you sure you haven't left anybody out? - Vanessa Redgrave. - Good point.

Guv, we've got another one! Polling station.

- Anyone still inside, Chief? - Don't think so.

A passerby said she saw someone lingering around the back.

That could be our fire starter.

Drake, Raymondo... you take that side. Me and Chris will go in there.

- Risky, Gene. - Just let the Chief handle with it.

His job is to put out fires. My job is to catch scum.

Don't feel you have to prove yourself to the Guv

- cos of mistakes you made in the past, Ray. - Let's do it, Guv.

- Good man. Christopher? - Right behind you, Guv. - You are certifiable.

Thank you. I've always wanted a certificate for something.

- Did you hear that? - What?

Shit! Someone's trapped. Maybe there's a way in from the inside.

Ray, don't even think about it.

It's too dangerous!

Ray! Ray?!

Ray!

Help me, someone, he's gone in!

My name is Alex Drake. I was shot and... found myself in 1983.

Is it real? Or in my mind?

I have to solve the mystery of what all this means

and fight to get home because time is running out.

Bolly! Where's Ray?

- He went in. - This was your call, Hunt.

Smith! Smith!

Ray!

Ray! Ray!

Ray! Ray, it's me, mate, are you OK?

Shall I give him mouth to mouth?

That's a no then.

The caretaker said this wasn't here when he did his rounds at six.

- Anarchists? - They left a tag. Like Banksy.

I hope you're not suggesting that goalkeeping legend

Gordon Banks goes round vandalising property.

Most graffiti artists have a tag.

Artists. Not anarchists.

- Any news? - The woman in the fire was a cleaner

getting the place ready for voting tomorrow.

So the building was the target, not the person.

She'll be OK. Bit crispy, but OK. Ray... they're saying it's smoke inhalation.

Ray'll be fine. He's been inhaling smoke since he was about nine.

Chris, they'll need a picture of the wall.

That Tory councillor caught in the fire last Thursday?

My boss reckons Maggie's got high hopes for him.

One of my officers nearly died. I've got high hopes for him, an' all.

Point is, everyone's taking a gander at this one, Gene. Yeah?

The bigger picture's your bag, sir. We're trying to find an arsonist.

You shove your nose any further up Newman's arse,

it'll end up browner than bloody Gandhi in a heatwave.

Hey hey. Both of you, don't shoot the messenger.

Or anyone else for that matter.

We've located the seat of the fire. The distribution board blew out.

- It was rigged. - No petrol bombs then?

No, much more complex.

- Same device that was used in the other fires? - Too early to tell.

Political arsonist.

And tomorrow's election day.

Soon enough, we'll all be feeling the heat.

Now let's see if Viv's rounded up any anarchists for us.

Excuse me.

We're running out of space, Guv, and it's starting

- to whiff like a youth hostel. - This is pointless.

- We're dealing with a professional, not the cast of Hair. - They've all got form.

Skip, have you confiscated their lighters?

- Happy? - Can't be too careful. - She doesn't look very Anarchy In The UK.

She was arrested at Greenham Common.

She's got a mural of Wedgie Benn. Knitted.

Right! Listen up, you lot!

- DI Drake is going to give us a psychiatric insight... - Psychological.

...into the mind of an arsonist.

The motive in most cases of arson, no matter

how sophisticated, is usually a cry for help.

Why can't the bastard cry for help instead of trying to kill people?

Because he's unable to articulate underlying anger into words.

- How do we know it's a he? - Most of those convicted of arson are male.

There may be evidence of occupational maladjustment,

sexual, marital problems, alcoholism.

That could apply to half the country.

It could apply to most of the people in here!

If it was political, why remain anonymous?

Election day's the perfect soap-box.

I suggest we de-camp to Luigi's. I could do with a drink and he needs the company.

Manchester's been on. Do you want anything else sending

- down on the Sam Tyler case? - Oh, no, I'm fine, thanks.

Good to have you back, mate. You can give me

- that fiver you owe me. - You shouldn't be here, Ray.

- It's only smoke inhalation. - Good man, Ray.

That fireman, Andy Smith. I'm gonna buy him a bevvy later.

Saved my bacon.

Get a round on me, Ray.

Gene, a word?

Shaz, do you mind looking after this for me, please?

- Sure. - Thanks. Stars.

- Yeah. - Why stars?

Well, yesterday daytime... Oh, it's silly, but I looked out of my window

and it went dark and there were stars.

And then when you looked back, they'd gone.

Yeah, how did you...? CID.

Is there any reason why am I sharing my office with the bloody Tour de France?!

Can't be helped, James. Cuts in resources.

We're having to use other rooms to interview anarchists.

It's a game for you, mano et mano... that's Latin.

Oh, you smarmio tosspotio. That's Latin, an' all.

See these files, here?

These are cases dating back to 1980.

This is your past, Gene.

And it will determine your future.

All your grubby little secrets and malpractices waiting to be uncovered.

I'm gonna unearth you, Hunt.

Expose you to the air.

Good! Well, you knock yourself out. In both senses of the word.

Ray nearly died tonight trying to impress you.

Poor bloke feels he has something to prove.

We all have something to prove yourselves, Jim, every day.

Ask not for whom the bell tolls.

It is not my fault. They are policemen, I'm sorry.

Here he is... local hero.

Hello, mate.

This is his brother, Steve.

Hello, mate. Take a seat I'll bring some beers over.

Two beers for the hero.

Don't start any fires. Where'd you get that poof magnet from?

I took it off an anarchist.

I prefer the one on the right, Ma'am.

What is it with women and firemen?

It's pathetic. You'll want to slide down his pole next.

- Such a cliche. - It's pathetic.

Oh, come on all women enjoy a crafty little

kit-kat shuffle when they think about firemen.

Would you slide down his pole, Ma'am?

- Like a shot. - Would you? - I'm spoken for.

Anyone we know?

No. His name's Julian. He's an interior designer.

You want to forget about Shaz, mate, I've got just

the girl for you. A mate gave it to me. Big Wendy.

- Is that a...? - Oh, yeah an orange.

And she says she can fit a melon up there as well.

- Hello. - Well?

It's a booking for tomorrow night, Senor Hunt.

Yes, eight o' clock.

Have you ever come across organised arson attacks before, Andy?

- Not really, no. - Well, it's obviously somebody with a political grudge.

- Or a malcontent... - I just put 'em out.

Luigi, get this man another drink. He's a bloody hero.

He's a hero? I'm the hero. It's nearly midnight.

- Here you are, it's more your cuppa. - Now THAT is interesting -

a misogynist voting for a woman.

- Maggie's got more balls than all of 'em. - She talks more balls.

- Fair's fair, she won a war. - Who's gonna vote for Worzel Gummidge?

Labour is the only party that believes in equality and socialist principles.

They would never have gone into a pointless war like the Falklands.

Actually, Shaz... Never mind.

Have you two quite finished?

I feel like the filling in a feminist sarnie.

You boys up for a club later?

No, I don't think the missus would be too happy.

- Better be getting back, eh. - Yeah.

- You getting a taxi? - Not on my wages, mate. Bus.

- Listen, get a taxi on me. - No, Ray, it's all right.

No, I insist, come on.

- Cheers. - Any time. Any time.

Thanks, Ray.

Maybe whoever it is has made their point. Maybe there won't be any more attacks.

Right it's election day. There'll be more unless we get there first.

'Mrs Thatcher highly visible and coming in strongly. '