Ashes to Ashes

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A body found in a shallow grave may be that of a police officer.

Sam Tyler lost his life, murdered. It's down to you to find out

from Hunt's own mouth how he did it, where he did it and why he did it.

I don't care what he thinks.

I care what you think. If you don't believe me, what's the point?

Oh, my God! It's all right, Chris, we're all here.

I think we found our grave.

Do you have any idea how serious this is? Yes, I do.

It's going to be one hell of a last chapter, eh, Jimbo?

It's a knockout! and Alex is off!

Come on, Mum! You can do it! She's found the numbers 6620!

Oh, Gene Hunt's after her. He's gaining!

Mummy, get up. He's coming!

Mummy!

Mummy, get up! He's coming!

Mummy! Mummy, get up! He's coming!

I have to know the truth.

The truth will set me free.

Today, Gene.

Today.

"Tainted Love" by Soft Cell

We think it's a gangland hit, ma'am. Do you know the Hardyman Gang?

Couple of cousins, aren't they? Playing naughty boys? Not any more.

Alex, meet Ginger and Nobby.

It's all right, lads - no need to get up.

Who's the other one? We don't know about him yet. Time of death?

About 30 seconds after their throats were unzipped.

A piece of, like, quartz has been put into each of their gobs.

Adding a touch of class to your gangland hit.

Do you get a good night's sleep last night?

There'll be no eyewitness statements here.

That's the thing about these underworld gangster bastard types, -

very adept at the disappearing act. They're not the only ones.

Meaning?

-You tell me. -You started the train of thought.

Come on, you two. You're at it already. I haven't even had my brekkie yet. Oh!

Don't think I'll ever eat breakfast again.

What we do know is they were trying to jump up the league table.

Prostitutes, heroin. Should have stuck to sub-post offices.

Some people just don't know a good thing.

Hey, what's that in Ginger's hand?

It's a phone number.

It's got a Fenchurch East prefix.

Oh, God! You've got to be kidding me!

Did nobody take a pulse? His pulse was all over the bloody floor! Chris, get an ambulance now!

What's he saying?

Sounds like a name.

What you saying, mate? Vicky P?

Drinking?

I've started a directory of all the Victoria Ps in the city.

Why d'you think they put Schwartz in their gobs? Quartz. How the hell would I know?

I'm not a geographist.

You lot had better be working like Chinamen on a bloody railway.

Ray, our third man.

What were those trousers? Tweed? Bit country-set for a gangster.

Drawn a blank so far, guv. Want a cuppa, guv?

No, but I'd like officers to know when a person's dead before they tell me

and I'd like answers to a triple killing, Granger, you stupid plonk!

All right, guv. No need for that.

You think because you stood up to me that you're Leon Spinks now, do you? What is it that's getting at you?

I'll tell you - I've been too easy on you lot.

Well, not any more. This place is mine. You lot belong to me! Not Drake.

Not Keats. Me!

Now somebody tell Drake to get her bony, pointless arse into my office ASA bloody P!

Those two should either get a room or kill each other.

It's changed anyway. This whole place feels different and we all know it.

I thought it was cos I switched to Denim For Men, but it's something more. Not been the same since Viv...

Since Viv went. Had a nightmare about Viv. On his tod,

hunched up amongst all this fire and... Stop it. Not interested.

OK. We all know something bloody weird's going on. Well, write to Arthur C Clarke's Mysterious World.

Granger, seven sugars!

Farringfield Green.

It's just outside Bolton.

I could be there in four hours. I'm ready to deliver my report on Hunt.

I'll keep the photo.

I should be in control of the information, Alex.

SHE SIGHS

I'm, er...

I'm confused, Jim.

I mean, can that really be Sam buried up there?

Sam asked Gene to help him.

He wanted to escape and Gene helped him without question.

What, so Tyler's alive, is he?

Maybe living in Grand Canary? No.

No, Sam's dead, I know that.

But he hung on to life here for as long as possible.

Except he was dead and I know that I'm not.

Gene can't be the enemy.

The man has a dark side. I mean, dear God, even Julie Andrews would struggle not to see that.

What about Sam's girlfriend, DC Anne Cartwright?

My office can't trace her either. Maybe both of them are buried up there. But why? Why would he?

Now, look, you and Sam...

You're different.

You both challenged this world Gene's carefully built for himself.

That makes you dangerous to him.

You're not D and C, are you?

Who are you, Jim? Ssh.

Look, you've done so much to help everybody else around you, Alex.

Now you have to help yourself.

And that means trusting me.

What's this? Every known gang connected to the East End.

The Hardymans put their snout in the wrong trough and we've got to find out whose.

The third man talked about Vicky P. Mentioned something about drinking as he was dying.

Only thing that'll be on my mind when my time comes.

Right, Shaz, cross-check. See if any of those Vicky Ps have got a pub licence. Got an ID on him.

Fingerprints were on Scotty Yard's priority list. Walter Tavish.

Also known as Wally Travis, William MacTarn and Bill Timmers.

Bloody hell. He could do The Generation Game all on his own. Walter Tavish. He's a fence.

He specialises in antique furniture.

No exactly Antiques Roadshow material, are they?

I mean, they're gangsters. They don't go around slicing each other up over a bloody Welsh dresser.

This is a message. What are you muttering through your lipstick, woman?

These pieces of quartz were placed in their mouths to make an ironic point.

Well, you'd better get on the blower to the Ironic Crimes Division squad.

Well, at least acknowledge that that's a lead, guv.

"Guv" again, is it?

You made a fool of me last night.

I'm sorry.

It was just... It was all too much. Too much?

When you first came here, you had it away with some yuppie twat.

Your knickers headed south so fast they needed their own Railcard.

I didn't take this world seriously then. I do now.

And me?

I take you very seriously, Gene.

Do you know our problem, Bols?

We've lost sight of who we are.

Hey, check this out. Terry and Bammo nicked from some scrote last week.

Well tasty.

Yeah, so, you know, if you want to ring Firearms, let 'em know that we've still got it.

Did no-one hear that whistle?

God, I miss Viv.

That new Skip creeps me out.

He doesn't even get horny over a sawn-off, the weirdo.

Chris, this phone number on Ginger's hand.

The number doesn't exist, guv.

Did you copy it exactly?

Yep, took it from the forensic of this fella's hand.

This dried blood has made that 3 into an 8.

Here's the OS map of Lancashire you asked for, ma'am.

Thanks, Shaz. Thank you.

DI Drake, my office. I...I'm just, um...

Now.

Why did Shaz bring you that map?

Because...er, it's somewhere in the world I've always wanted to visit.

It's just that your idea of heading north is a trip to Brent Cross.

This is about bloody Tyler again.

It's nothing.

Go. Just go home.

What? If a female officer is causing disconsternation amongst her male colleagues,

it is the right of the senior officer to transfer her.

Disconsternation is not a word. You, a woman, are upsetting a predominantly male environment.

No, I'm upsetting you because I didn't sleep with you last night.

You are the most immature man I've ever met. Bet I'm not. Yes, you are. Not. Oh, God. Give me strength.

I don't think I can be in the same room as you any more, Alex. Why?

Because you're so angry you might do something?

This is mine, all this. Keats is about to bring it down around me and you are trying to rip my guts out.

Well, I'm not going to let either of you weaken me any more.

You know, I've wanted to believe the best in you for so long.

And now...

Now I just don't know what to think. I'm going to level with you.

It's funny, but, er, yeah, I think I was trying to impress you.

But after last night, well, you're just...

You're just a hindrance.

If Jim Keats comes to see you, you tell me.

If you don't, I will consider it an act of war.

Did Sam commit an act of war?

The last thing Sam told me was that he was gagging for a pint.

I said, "Get one in for me an' all."

No threats, no shouting, no violence.

Just two mates talking about the boozer.

That's the number but they're not picking up.

Guv, there's no reports of any jewel blags in the City.

What about the Croppers, the Bartholomew mob? Any of those dirty bastards?

Not a dickybird. Most of the tasty gangs are in stir. We've got our best snouts out. Could be foreign.

Get onto Euro-Plod. Main switchboard's in Lions. Lyon. Yes, thank you, Mrs Alan Wicker.

Let's get our garlic-munching friends to put their horse burgers down and put tabs on who's active.

Guv, Rachel Miller, Flat B, number 47 Anton Close.

Good, go pay her a visit. Take Shaz. This is what I like to see - the machine working.

Oh, guv, DCI Keats says he's got something for you. Oh, joy(!)

Lucky old me.

I'm heading off to Rachel Miller's. Are you ready, Shaz?

Oh, yeah. Oi. Fax through from Lyon.

There's only one Euro-bastard fits their profile. Eric Hooty-Hee.

What's that? Swedish? Eric Hoorsten. Gem smuggling. Amsterdam.

He's Hollandaise, you twonk. Dutch.

You say Dutch. "La known associates, Wally Timms."

That's an AKA for Tavish.

Best porn's on VHS. Betamax. I'm a sucker for quality.

Well, you want to get yourself into CID and watch my team working as a unit.

You asked me for any old files from the Yard on gem smuggling.

I got intel. "Intel"?

There's posh.

Tell you what - you get "reconnoitre" into a sentence,

I might buy you a fish supper. Walter Tavish.

Once handled gems out of Sierra Leone. Fed through London and on into Europe.

What, so Tavish was fencing for a foreign gang,

then he switched his allegiance to the Hardymans,

who wanted to muscle in, but were killed for it. Well, I've got myself a contact -

Rachel Miller. Something tells me she's going to be key.