Inspector George Gently

Marvel not at this, for the hour cometh

wherein all that are in the graves shall hear the voice

of the Son of God.

And they that have done good

shall come forth to the resurrection of life,

they that have done evil to the resurrection of judgment.

Light eternal shine upon her, oh, Lord,

with thy saints for heaven.

You English.

I still cannot understand what you're saying.

Of course you understand us.

No. You understood the opening?

No, it was so English.

All clever words, no passion.

Passion, right. Wait till I get you home.

Aah!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my --

Oh, no.

Oh.

My Lord.

...and of the Son

and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Sir.

Commissioner sends his deepest regrets.

We know you asked for a private ceremony,

but he wanted somebody here to convey

his deep, deep sadness.

I had no idea he was so deep.

He knew -- we all knew --

Isabella meant everything to you.

You knew nothing about my wife.

You know nothing about anything.

You prefer not to.

And, actually, if Isabella had meant everything to me,

she might still be living.

Tell the Commissioner...

Tell him I'll be asking for my pension.

That'll cheer him up.

Oh, God, sweetheart!

Oh, God.

And out of the darkness,

there she is again...

The Goddess!

Me balls are freezing off here, Ricky.

Lawrie Elton, born without a brain.

Billy Lister.

Billy Lister,

you've been riding with us for two months,

and you've asked to be accepted

as a member of The Durham Defenders.

Are you ready for the ceremony?

Yeah.

- Go on, Billy. - Go on.

Whoo! Whoo!

Yes!

Whoo!

Welcome to the family.

It was my fault.

No, it wasn't your fault. Don't be melodramatic.

But I'm supposed to keep you informed.

I didn't hear a dicky bird, Mr. Gently.

Not a dicky bird.

I never thought Webster would do this.

Nobody's seen him since.

You want me to find him, Mr. Gently?

No. Forget about him. And forget about me.

I'm finished.

No.

No, no, Mr. Gently.

I come to pay my respects.

Don't booze it.

No, no. I'll spend it sensibly.

Spend some of it on a bar of soap.

Goodbye, China.

You take care.

Goodbye, Mr. Gently.

Thank you, Mr. Gently.

Whoo!

Yeah!

Roberto!

Coffee for me and your monster fry-up for Billy Lister!

Okay. Coming up.

Hello, Billy.

You all wet?

Come here, you.

Get off, Lawrie, man!

Wait a minute, eh.

Come on, sit down.

Shirley!

You're soaked.

What's the matter with you?

I don't like him.

Well, that's funny, 'cause you brought him in.

Aye, well, I didn't know he was trouble then.

Thanks.

What did they do to you?

Like a drowned rat.

Have some of that.

You've been asking for this!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Get off of him! Stop!

Everything's cool, Roberto.

Keep it that way, eh?!

I have to talk to you.

See? Trouble.

Shut up, will you?!

So, talk.

Not here. Can I come and see you?

Come back tonight, about 8:00, and we'll go for

a ride together, yeah?

That what you're playing at?!

Whoo-hoo!

Sorry.

I just need to talk to you.

I'm gonna sort him out.

Leave it, Lawrie.

I will sort Billy Lister out in me own way tonight.

And I won't need to use my fists.

Please don't!

Don't, please!

Please! I'll do what you want!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please!

Please!

Please! I'll do what you want!

Please! I'm sorry!

God!

Aah! Aah!

Sorry, Mr. Gently.

Didn't want to intrude,

but I thought I might find you here.

I've told you I don't need you anymore.

I'm retiring.

I've been asking around.

The bloke you're looking for, Joe Webster,

He's gone.

He went to a funeral and never come back.

I'm not looking for anybody.

You're just gonna let him

get away with it then, Mr. Gently?

Yes.

That's exactly what I'm going to do.

What?

My one-man mission to clean up the Met

cost Isabella her life.

She was a lovely woman.

I don't think she'd have wanted you to stop.

She was proud of the way you always done your duty.

Duty?

"Mr. Gently serves the public, China.

It's his life."

That's what she said -- "It's his life."

Webster ain't never gonna stop killing.

Not till the day you stop him.

Gone where?

If I knew that, Mr. Gently, I wouldn't be standing --

Where was the funeral? Oh. Hexham.

I looked it up. It's up in the north --

In Northumberland, yes. Who died?

Young lad come off his bike.

Could have been an accident, could be something else.

Local plods seem to think so.

Well, I think we can leave the Rutland murder

to the locals for the time being.

John, you're doing Suffolk.

And, Trevor, you'll be covering Eastbourne next week.

Yes, sir.

Which brings us up to date.

Right. Thanks. Enjoy the weekend.

What's left of it.

You forgot the boy up in Northumberland.

I didn't forget it.

The locals have made an arrest. They don't need --

Joe Webster was at the funeral.

Any idea why?

This obsession with Webster, George,

is doing you no favors.

There are very senior ranks round here

who seriously doubt your sanity nowadays.

You're gutless and so are they.

You've stood by and done nothing

while criminals have come to work in the Met.

You said you were retiring.

Well, there's time for one more...

while they work out my pension.

All right, George.

Have it.

Are you Lawrence Elton?

Dunno.

Am I still Lawrie Elton, John?

You can call me "Detective Sergeant"

or "Sir" or "Mr. Bacchus."

Or else what? Or else I'll come over this desk

and I'll smack your face.

He allowed to threaten us?

Yeah.

So you just happened to be on that road,

and you came across Lister dead beside his bike?

It's the quickest way to the Dice.