[Suspenseful music plays]
[Sighs]
Fuck.
- [Cellphone buzzes] - [Sighs]
Hey, yeah.
Daisy?
Daisy, whoa. Slow down. What happened?
Daisy?
Stay there. I'll be right there.
Shit.
- Fuck's sake. Come on! - [Horn honks]
Fuck's sake.
- [Vehicle door closes] - Daisy.
DAISY: [Sobbing]
WESTON: Daisy, are you okay?
What's wrong? Are you hurt? Are you injured?
- [Crying] No. - Where's your mum?
[Sobs]
Stay in here. Don't come out.
Don't come out until I come back.
Don't come out. It's all right. Daisy, I'm here.
Boss?
[Knocking]
Martha?
Boss?
- MAN: Patrol. Go ahead. - Urgent assistance.
Uh, I need ambulance, armed backup.
I got a victim in shock
and a suspected fatal shooting of a police officer.
MAN: You have an officer down.
Is that correct?
The victim is Detective Inspector Martha Bellamy.
Synced and corrected by MasterCookie - www.addic7ed.com -
[Police radio chatter]
- Stick our names down? - BROOKS: Yeah.
It's D.C.I. Drummond, D.S. Brooks. Thank you.
DRUMMOND: Jack.
Um, I've got the boss' daughter in the back seat... Daisy.
- Daisy. - She's in absolute bits,
- so... - Okay.
- Quick chat. - Quick chat with her.
Daisy. Daisy, hi.
These are two very good friends of mine.
DRUMMOND: Hi, Daisy. I'm D.C.I. Drummond.
I'm the officer in charge here. You can call me Dan.
I'm so sorry to hear about your mum.
Have you spoken to your dad yet?
No? I'm gonna leave you here with Alisha, okay?
I'm just gonna borrow Jack for two seconds.
- No. No, no. - Daisy, I just need him
- to help me. - I have to have a quick chat.
- I'm gonna be right here. - No. Just stay with me.
I'm gonna be right here.
I just need a quick chat with my boss, okay?
I'll be right here. You can see me.
Daisy, if I come and sit in here with you...
- Yeah? - So, you worked together
for, what, three, four years? Watch your back.
- Jesus Christ. - Jack.
For fuck's sake.
- Happy to carry on? - I'm good to go.
- Okay. - Yeah.
I'm gonna need you to walk me through every single step, okay?
So if you can get some gloves, get some boots,
grab some for me, as well, that'd be fantastic.
- Jack. Jack. - DRUMMOND: Charlie, right?
- And you are? - T.D.C. Gary Roscoe.
DRUMMOND: So, we've reason to believe
that D.I. Bellamy has been murdered.
Gunshot wound to the head.
All right? I need you on foot house-to-house.
- Detective, we're on it. - Charlie.
I need you to get statements from witnesses on the corner.
- Um... - DRUMMOND: He's fine.
He's fine.
- Sir. - Thanks.
- Okay. - So, about 7:15 this morning,
I get a very panicked call from Daisy, Martha's daughter.
Arrive here about 7:25.
She's waiting outside, visibly shaken.
- The door is open. - Any sign of break and entry?
- No. - [Camera shutter clicks]
So, yeah, she was laying on her side,
bullet wound to the right temple.
So she was shot in her sleep.
WESTON: Haven't been able to find any gun cartridges yet,
so we have to assume that the killer is forensically aware
and took those cartridges away with him.
Okay, so, the husband.
Uh, Adrian is a local schoolteacher.
We need to get a trace him straightaway.
- Yeah. - We have to find him, eh, Jack?
Okay, so, obviously, this is extremely difficult,
but I do need to ask you some questions
if you're happy for me to do that.
[Sobs]
My mum usually wakes me up, but she didn't.
So I went downstairs.
Tried calling my dad, but he wouldn't wake up.
And...
And my mum... My mum always said
that if I can't reach her or my dad,
then I have to call Jack Weston.
- BROOKS: Okay. - So I went...
I went back into her room and got her phone.
[Sniffles]
And I called Jack. And then I just sat outside.
And I waited.
Do you want to jump out of the car for a minute?
I just want to ask you if you can see your dad's car
parked up on the street anywhere.
- No? - No, he's not here.
Okay.
Thank you, Daisy. Well done.
That is very helpful.
- Okay? - Yeah.
Daisy, do you mind going to hospital for me
- and having a medical report? - DAISY: I don't want to go.
- I know, sweetheart, but it... - No, I can help.
- I'll tell you what. - That will be helpful.
I can get a doctor down, sir. Can get a doctor down.
Do you have a friend's house or anyone nearby that we could go
and maybe you could change your clothes,
get them sent off?
We'll get a doc to come to you.
Is that okay?
- Not gonna hurt you. - [Crying]
BROOKS: [Speaking indistinctly]
Okay.
[Clears throat]
Jack, your clothes are, um... are evidence.
You need to get them to forensics, okay?
Back in a minute. Yeah?
- Jack. Now. - Yes, yeah.
- Two seconds, yeah. - Now, Jack.
Okay, thanks. Okay, Daisy.
- ROSCOE: Sir. - Okay.
The husband, Adrian,
we need to trace him by CCTV, ANPR,
everything you can on him.
Charlie, I need you to take Jack here home.
- Clothes, yeah. - I need your clothes.
They're forensics, okay? Quick as you can, guys.
- Keys. - I'm driving.
Keys.
[Key jingling]
- Nice. - Thanks.
Uh, okay, if you're gonna snoop around,
can you just limit yourself only to that room?
Just don't go...
Two seconds.
Grab tea down at the station.
Yeah.
Um, there's blood on your neck.
Huh?
- Gone? - Yeah.
- WESTON: Ready to go? - [Breathes deeply]
Are you [Sighs]
So, are you not struggling with this?
You just got to switch that part of your brain off.
Use your training.
Much easier said than done.
It's your job.
Let's go.
Yep.
BROOKS: Just here. Yeah, we're going now.
Okay. Well, keep me posted.
- Thanks. - This is where the ANPR pinged.
There's no sign of the car.
Well, I think there's a car park 'round here for the hotel.
ROSCOE: Okay, good shot, Sarge.
I mean, it could be on any level.
Gary, what's the registration again?
It is Charlie-Papa-0-6- Papa-X-ray-Mike.
It's a blue Volvo S60.
Blue Volv... All right. Blue Volvo.
ROSCOE: Good eye, Sarge.
- I'll check the boot, Sarge. - Yeah.
[Sighs]
- Sarge. - Yeah?
Christ.
Gary, can you do a full physical with the lads of this level?
If nothing shows up, you keep working your way up, okay?
- Absolutely, Sarge. - I'm gonna call Jack.
BROOKS: Okay, I think he should be the one to break it to Daisy.
- DRUMMOND: Yep. - Okay?
- [Cellphone buzzes] - WESTON: Oh.
Yeah, sir?
Jesus Christ.
Yeah, yeah. We, um...
Yeah, we can head there now.
Okay. See you in a bit.
- Thanks. - STEELE: What?
They just found Adrian Bellamy's body in the boot of a car.
STEELE: Fuck!
- Fuck. - We need to go 'round to Daisy
and break the news.
- Is it 12? - STEELE: Yeah.
Sarge.
We need to get a box.
We need a forensic box, please, for the phone.
If everybody could gather around the board...
Gary, carry on working on that phone.
Quickly, please.
[Indistinct conversations]
- Guys, hurry up. - DRUMMOND: Okay.
Now, you all know who I am... D.C.I. Drummond from upstairs.
This here is Alisha Brooks.
She is an excellent detective sergeant.
She's from Child Protection.
Before that, she was with Professional Standards
with myself.
Now, she's been working with the key witness today...
Daisy, Martha's daughter.
What do you have for us?
Um, well, she's obviously in shock,
but she's holding up okay.
But I actually wasn't the last person to speak with her.
I think Jack relayed the information about Adrian.
So I don't know how you thought she was getting on.
She's, um... She's better than I've ever seen her before.
- Yeah, she's fantastic. - DRUMMOND: Okay, thanks, Jack.
So, we have two murders on our hands.
We have Adrian Bellamy, who is a primary...
or was a primary school teacher.
No previous, no known enemies.
And, of course, his wife, police officer Martha Bellamy.
So, yes, this is personal.
We can't let emotions get in the way.
We have to keep focused.
ROSCOE: Chief. You might want to have a look at this.
All right. Thanks, Gary.
Okay, let's go and put this up on the big screen.
ROSCOE: The phone I found in the car park
belongs to Adrian Bellamy.
I found this video on it.
And that's him doing cocaine.
He has no idea he's being filmed, does he?
And yet this footage is on his phone.
Gary, was this sent to him? Was this...
ROSCOE: Yeah, it was in his e-mail in-box.
We need to find out where this is.
ROSCOE: It's the Crown.
- How do you know? - STEELE: What?
- Been there a few times. - Where is it?
Walgrave Square.
That's Morris Jones and Stanley Turner.
- So, they... - STEELE: I've got it up.
Yeah, they're stepbrothers.
And I came across them quite a bit in Major Crimes.
Nothing ever stuck on them, but...
Yeah, that's them.
DRUMMOND: We've been surveilling them for years.
Money laundering through the club.
Jack and Gary, get down there as soon as you can.
Gary, well done with the phone again, mate.
- DRUMMOND: Yeah, well done. - Thanks, Chief.
I'd like you to lead on this one, Gary.
I'm gonna be reporting back to your boyfriend, too.
- HARRIS: It just looks like... - WESTON: Hello?
- ROSCOE: Hello, Rose. - HARRIS: Thanks.
- How's it going? - How you doing?
This is Detective Sergeant Jack Weston.
I know Rose. How you doing?
I know Jack. We're old friends.
- How are you? - Good. Yourself?
Good. Yeah, you look great.
Um...
ROSCOE: We just have a few questions for you to help us out
with an inquiry we're looking into.
Not a problem, guys.
ROSCOE: Do you recognize this guy at all?
No, he doesn't look familiar to me.
This is a picture taken from a mobile phone.
The same guy.
Nope. Don't recognize him. Don't recognize her.
Do you want to have another quick look at them? Just...
I think my eyesight's fine, Jack.
- WESTON: [Sighs] - HARRIS: [Sighs]
- ROSCOE: How you doin'? - Can I help?
WESTON: I'm Detective Sergeant Jack Weston.
This is my colleague Detective Constable Gary Roscoe.
- What's your name? - Stan.
Well, take a look at these photos for me, Stan.
Do you recognize this chap at all?
- Nope. - Okay, um...
where were you guys last night, just out of interest?
We were both here till about 2:00.
- Then we went home. - Yep. Together.
- Together? - Hey, what's going on here?
ROSCOE: Hi. Hi. How you doing?
- Do you work here? - Doing all right?
- Yeah, I own the club. - You own the club.
- My name's Mo, yeah. - Mo.
Uh, this guy in this photo,
we know that he was filmed in a mobile-phone clip.
Do you guys have a private room here?
Well, your partner would know that.
He's in it often enough.
Okay. Um, do you know him?
Do a lot of people use those private rooms?
- Yeah. - Okay, so, chances are,
he could be one of the people who's used a private room.
- He might very well be. - Okay. Great.
Um, CCTV... We need access to it, please.
We wipe it every morning.
- Lovely to meet you, Mo. - JONES: Good to meet you.
We'll talk again soon.
It's nice to see you again, too, Rose.
- Great. - Stan, looking cool, man.
- Keep it real. - Jack.
- It was nice to see you. - WESTON: Yeah. Yeah.
Sarge, honestly, I've only been here, like, a couple of times.
Did, like, a stag do about a month ago.
Like, a tiki night. Cocktails and everything.
WESTON: Gary, chill out, okay? It's fine.
It's just, Rose was making out
- I was here every night. - I'm not gonna tell anyone.
How do you know Rose? 'Cause she seemed quite familiar.
What?
ROSCOE: Rose seemed quite familiar.
Really? No, I mean, she's got, you know,
a couple of charges for drug dealing. That's it.
She was flirting like mad with you, though, Sarge.
Was she? No.
She liked the look of your shoes, though.
Well, women like practical footwear.
Ace.
Sarge?
One, two, three, four...
five, six, seven, ace.
Check it out.
ROSCOE: Well, hey, Sarge.
The CCTV sent over from the office.
Amazing. Amazing what a little smile can do, yeah?
Okay, great. Send it over to those people.
ROSCOE: Will do, Sarge.
Wait. Oh, Sarge, Sarge.
Oh.
- ROSCOE: Adrian Bellamy, right? - WESTON: Yeah.
- And then... - Our friend Morris.
- Charlie. - STEELE: Yeah?
Have a look at this for me, please.
- Yep. - The CCTV on Walgrave Square.
- Outside the club? - Yeah.
- Adrian Bellamy. - ROSCOE: Yeah.
- Yeah. - ROSCOE: And the other one?
STEELE: Anyone gonna put me out my misery?
Mo from the nightclub. The owner.
- And when? Last night? - Last night, yeah.
Sorry. Go back a second.
Um, that incident...
could account for these forensics, right?
The fibers that were under Adrian's fingernails.
It would just be really fucking useful to have that jacket.
Yeah, okay. Let's go get the D.C.I. in here.
Go get your brownie points.
He's good, man. Gary is good.
- I like him. - I know you do.
I think we're both on the same page here.
It's looking increasingly likely that Mo...
is the prime suspect
- behind all this. - Why?
ROSCOE: Gone through Adrian's phone records.
Adrian called the same pay-as-you-go phone number
- repeatedly yesterday. - It's this, right?
Yeah. Had no response, never connected.
He then called the club directly moments before he went down
and had this argument with Mo in the square.
Moments later, he's dead.
The absolute gem in all this is that this video clip
that we found on Adrian's phone...
- DRUMMOND: Mm-hmm. - was sent
from this random pay-as-you-go number.
- Which is disconnected. - Yeah. I mean, yeah, obviously.
Just go gently, okay?
Yeah, listen, "Gently" is my middle name.
JONES: This way, gents. Come through.
This is a still from some CCTV footage
that was taken outside your nightclub.
This man is Adrian Bellamy.
- This man is you. - All right.
- Is it you? - That's correct, yeah.
He's a bit worse for wear.
He was becoming a bit of a pest.
So I took him upstairs, and I sent him on his way.
He got a bit lively. He grabbed my jacket.
He started pulling me around.
I told him to go home, you know.
That's a nice jacket, Mo. That's lovely.
It was a nice jacket. It got stolen last night.
You didn't report it to the police?
- No, there's no point in that. - Yeah, of course.
Uh, just a quick look at this before we go.
This is the same guy, Adrian Bellamy.
Adrian Bellamy was murdered last night.
His wife was also murdered.
She was a serving police officer.
We believe that this piece of footage
was being used to blackmail him.
Why would anyone want to do that?
I don't know. That's exactly what we're here to figure out.
Right. Well, it certainly ain't me, is it?
'Cause look at me.
I mean, I ain't short of a few bob, am I?
Okay, you're right on my radar on this, okay?
- Really? Am I? - Yeah. Okay.
Well, if you want to go any further on this, boys,
then you need to arrest me, don't you?
ROSCOE: [Scoffs]
- And how'd it go? - WESTON: Nothing.
I mean, you weren't joking when you said he was slippery.
Jesus.
WESTON: Look, that guy had an answer for everything.
DRUMMOND: He's a smug fucker, right?
A smile on his face the entire time.
Okay, if you were trying to blackmail Adrian for something,
and he didn't have any cash,
what does he have that is potentially valuable?
- Police officer for a wife. - WESTON: Exactly.
What kind of information is Martha sharing with Adrian?
I mean, is there anything there that can be fed to Mo and Stan?
Does he know about her secure laptop?
- Ah. - BROOKS: Have we got that?
- DAISY: Thank you. - Thank you.
I have to show you a couple of images right now.
And I just want you to take a look at them for me
and let me know if any of these people
look familiar to you, okay?
Did these men kill my mum and dad?
Um, don't worry about that right now.
Just focus in on their faces and just let me know.
[Voice breaking] No. I don't know any of them.
BROOKS: Okay, okay.
STEELE: I'd like to show you something, Daisy, which is this,
which looks like a normal laptop,
but would have had this sticking out the side.
- It's my mum's. - STEELE: Yeah, exactly.
Now, can you ever think of a time
when Martha was maybe stressed
'cause she didn't know where it was
or it had gone missing?
Anything like that?
DAISY: No. She always knew where it was.
We didn't touch it, really.
- It was hers. - STEELE: You never used it?
I've... Um, I think my dad might have a few...
I don't know. There was one...
one day when I came home, and I went down to the kitchen.
And I don't think he heard me come in.
But I saw him close it very quickly.
Could I just ask you, Daisy, to look at these?
There's a lot on here, but if you just look
at the highlighted rows just down here
and tell me if, on any of those days,
you remember being away or anything like that.
I was away on this weekend.
- STEELE: Okay. - I went on a school trip.
And my mum was away, as well. She went...
Yeah, she was on a police conference.
- Well-remembered, Daisy. - STEELE: That's really great.
Thank you.
What was Adrian doing on that computer?
Got that for you.
Thank you.
ROSCOE: Need all this, Sarge?
- WESTON: What? - Need all this?
Yeah. Welcome to C.I.D., man.
That's good.
Nothing to do with Mo and Stan
- came up in your section, no? - Nope.
Have you done those boxes there?
- Done that one. - Okay. Keep it going.
- Sarge? - BROOKS: Mm-hmm.
Um, just wanted to let you know that I had uniform
look through the private CCTV footage
going out from Martha's house around the time of her death.
I had uniform just run all number plates
that came through around that time.
- BROOKS: Yeah. - And we have one
that was reported stolen yesterday evening.
There's also a found report on P.N.C.,
so I know where it is.
Um, I'll join you.
So, it pinged on that camera up there.
BROOKS: ULE, ULE. It's that one over there.
The silver one over there.
- Control, this is D.S. Brooks. - MAN: Go ahead.
Hi. I need a full forensic lift
on a vehicle in Helen Street.
MAN: Received.
Sir, can I just have a quick word, please?
Stop! Stand still! Hey!
BROOKS: Charlie! Charlie! Charlie!
- Fuck! - Charlie. Charlie.
Come here, come here.
- What's your name? - Shut your mouth, innit?
All right, Mr. Shut Your Mouth.
I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder
- of Martha Bellamy. - Who?
You do not have to say anything.
What the fuck you talking about, man?
Get the fuck off me, man!
When questioned, something you later rely on in court.
- Do you understand? - A fucking joke.
- Do you understand?! - MAN: Shut your mouth, man.
Sliding across bonnets next. You want a brew?
All over it. Yes, please.
- Uh, black, no sugar. - ROSCOE: Black, no sugar.
Does she always put milk in it?
Positive I.D. on the suspect... Ajam Kamar.
Martha arrested him five years ago for drug offenses.
He's just been released.
I say that's a pretty big motive.
Charlie, um, Li told me about what happened at the arrest.
Sounds pretty excessive.
So, listen, what happens under me
is not what necessarily happened under D.I. Bellamy, okay?
- Yeah? - Boss.
All right. Do you want to talk to him with me?
- Yes, absolutely. - Okay, let me get the papers.
You still don't know who Martha Bellamy is, huh?
She arrested you five years ago.
Spent hours interviewing you in this very room.
She was a key witness at your trial,
and then you went away for five years.
Let's not dick around, okay?
When was the last time you saw her?
I ain't seen that bitch since she sent me down.
Martha Bellamy was murdered last night.
That's not my problem, now, is it?
- Where were you last night? - I was in a pub.
- Which pub? - Don't know.
Was a bit too wavy to remember.
And did you get wavy before or after you stole that car
and drove it to where we found it this afternoon?
How are you gonna arrest me like that, anyway?
Man, this girl's mental.
Man, I got bruises all down my leg.
- You're lucky I was handcuffed. - From what I heard,
it was appropriate force, Ajam.
What happens if we send police 'round to your house
and search it? Are we gonna find anything?
No comment.
- Um, Sarge. - Yeah?
Uh, I just wanted to apologize
for earlier, um, with Kamar.
It's just been a hell of a day, and...
But that's obviously no excuse.
No, I get it, Charlie.
How did the interview with him go?
Just frustrating, really.
My problem is, I cannot reconcile
in my head the idea of him being this,
like, cool-headed hit man
- with a silencer and... - Yeah.
STEELE: Because he's a thug. Like, he's not...
For one, he's not bright enough.
- MAN: Sarge? - Yeah?
- MAN: Found it. - What?
- STEELE: Ah. - BROOKS: Oh, wow.
- Where did you find that? - In the toilet here.
Here. Can you box it up for me, please?
STEELE: Who hides a murder weapon in a toilet cistern?
Saying that, the water
would have peeled away any fingerprints.
You'd dump it somewhere else, wouldn't you?
In your own toilet?
[Telephone rings]
Weston.
[Snapping fingers]
Oh. Yeah, can you send a copy of that e-mail
over to D.C.I. Drummond?
Yeah. Thanks. Bye.
- Sir. - Yeah?
- Forensics on the phone. - Uh-huh.
The forensic lift they did on Kamar's car.
- Yeah? - They found a partial fingermark
on the passenger side.
Belongs to Mo's stepbrother.
- Stan. - Yeah.
That's interesting. Good work.
- Isn't it? - Yeah, well done.
Great. Gary, let's go.
ROSCOE: Stan Turner.
- D.C. Roscoe. - TURNER: All right.
I'm arresting you for the murders
of Martha and Adrian Bellamy.
- What? - You don't have to say anything.
HARRIS: Hey. Let's go, love.
Mo! Mo!
- [All talking at once] - WESTON: Stand back.
Get your hands off him. Stan, don't say anything.
- He ain't done anything. - ROSCOE: Anything you do say
- may be given in evidence. - Get your hands off me.
- Let go of him. - ROSCOE: Do you understand?
- Let go of him! - Hey, hey, Rose!
Mr. Turner! Do you understand what I've said to you?
What's going on here?
Oi, boys!
ROSCOE: You do not have to say anything.
What did I ever see in you, eh?!
[Indistinct shouting]
All right, come on. This way.
Watch your step. Watch your step.
- Watch your step. - Got another one for you.
This is Mr. Stanley Turner,
arrested for the double murders of Martha and Adrian Bellamy.
Can we get Charlie Steele down here?
Get her to help with the search.
You trust him, Rose?
- What? - Shoes. Shoes.
'Cause if we figure out you're covering for Stan,
I promise you, you're going away for a long time,
especially considering your criminal record.
It's ironic, isn't it, Jack?
You being concerned about me going to prison
when you sent me there in the first place.
Don't look so shocked. There's lots of stuff
you don't know about Jack's past.
There is nothing about Jack's past that would shock me,
pretty much. Arms out.
- Legs open. Thank you. - We done?
Nearly.
Hope you're enjoying this.
Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Harris.
No, thank you.
- Yep? Let's go. - Done. Yep.
How long since you two
- were together, Jack? - Huh?
How long since you two were together?
That's not relevant, is it?
Don't know. Have you been seeing her since?
No.
Just 'cause Gary told me what she said when you picked her up.
WESTON: I wouldn't believe everything Gary says.
Listen, I got to go and interview Stan, so...
Can you tell me, please, who this gentleman is?
Up here.
I've never met him before.
It's case closed, then,
- isn't it? - Think so.
He is Ajam Kamar.
Yeah, we arrested him today for stealing a car.
And guess whose fingerprints we found all over it.
We found your fucking fingerprints on the car.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Kamar gave me a lift home last night with Rose.
Shit. So you do know him?
Why did you lie to me?
I'm just not very good with faces.
Okay. This.
We found this gun in Kamar's bedsit this morning.
You gave him the gun to hide, I'm going to assume.
And, I mean, it took us, what, 20, 25 minutes to find this?
I mean, a piece of piss.
That's disappointing, I'd imagine, for you.
Um, I'm gonna level with you in a very basic way.
I know that you were blackmailing Adrian
for police information.
So I'm interested in what Martha, now deceased...
was getting close to.
ROSCOE: Should we go get the D.C.I.?
Yes. You go and do that. I'll be up in a couple minutes.
Okay.
WESTON: I'm just gonna have a quick word with Kamar.
- I'll come in. - No, no, no. No, don't need to.
- Very well, Sarge. - Yeah.
What do you want, man?
[Sighs] You are fucked.
I've just been talking to your mate, Stan.
KAMAR: I didn't do nothing.
Kamar, you kept the gun when Stan told you to get rid of it.
- So, what's Stan saying now? - Well, he didn't say anything.
Just clammed up. Silence.
But he looked fucking angry.
I want to help you.
I can change your name. I can do whatever I want.
I can move you to fucking Australia if I want to.
But I need you to help me.
I need you tell me what happened last night.
Okay? I'm not... I'm not writing anything down.
Just fucking tell me what happened,
and I will help you out.
I was in the club, and Stan got a phone call.
WESTON: Okay, now, who was the phone call from?
- I don't know. - The phone call was in the car.
It was in the club. It was around half 11:00.
Then he kicked out for like a half an hour.
- I don't know where he went. - Okay.
I drove him to the house, and I waited outside.
He went into Martha's house.
- How did he get in? - He had the keys.
And he went inside for a few minutes.
Then he came back out.
He chucked some gun cartridges down a drain outside the house
before giving me the gun back.
Listen, you got to get me out of here, man.
I ain't done shit. I didn't kill no cop.
- Just get me out of here. - I will help you out.
I need 10 minutes. Can you sit tight for 10 minutes?
I got to go talk to my boss.
[Sighs]
When the sergeant pulled out the picture of the gun,
his face was a picture.
Listen, I...
Kamar just called me in for a chat.
He was kind of knocking on the door.
He was angsty or whatever.
He's willing to testify that Stan killed the boss.
STEELE: What?
Explain.
WESTON: Okay, so, I'm chatting to Kamar.
He says that Stan at the club gets a phone call.
He's not sure who from.
Disappears for 30 minutes.
Comes back with a set of house keys,
then gets Kamar to drive him to Martha's house.
Right, disappears for three or four minutes,
comes back out with gun cartridges,
and deposits them in a drain, then gets back into the car,
gets Kamar to drive him back to the club.
So I'm willing to bet fucking everything that Mo kills Adrian,
takes his house keys and gives them to Stan
so Stan can go off and kill Martha.
Great assumptions, but we need to pin it down.
We need hard evidence. No, it's good.
But we've already done a search of the obvious drains,
and there was no cartridge.
So do we need to keep looking in different drains?
WESTON: He's willing to go on the record
if we can get him witness protection.
You and I are gonna go and see the super
about witness protection for this man.
Let's go.
Good work, Sarge.
Jack. [Clears throat]
Front desk says, "Bring on Kamar."
- Gone useless, though. - What?
- Mm-hmm. - Jesus.
I know, I know, I know.
Mo? I don't know.
What? Oh, fuck!
Last night, I finished my shift at the bar around 12:30 p.m.
And then I drove my employer, Stan Turner,
and his girlfriend, Rose Harris, to their home address.
I dropped them off at around 1:00 a.m.
And then I drove myself directly home
and arrived home just after 1:00 a.m.
So, I've just been speaking to Kamar.
He's gone on the record. Puts you right in it.
And I could give you a minute-by-minute timeline
of everything that happened last night.
I can tell you what time you left the club.
I can tell you who called you.
I can tell you how you got into Martha's house.
I found the cartridges that you dropped in the fucking sewer.
What are you waiting for, then?
- Charge me. - This shit takes time, man.
But soon enough, I'm gonna match the gun to you.
Then I'm gonna match the cartridges to the gun.
And you are fucking fucked.
Yeah?
Okay. Time up.
Let's go. Let's go.
- Jack. - Hey, how you doing?
Good. What were you talking to Stan about?
- What's that? - What were you talking
to Stan about outside?
Um, nothing.
Okay, I don't have time for this, so...
STEELE: Sorry?
DRUMMOND: Without Kamar's statement,
there's no link between him and Mo and Stan.
Well, we have the fingerprint in Kamar's car,
but there will be an explanation for that.
All right, CPS have been on us.
- We got to bail Stan and Rose. - [Sighs]
DRUMMOND: We don't have enough evidence.
Bail them. Yeah, great.
Want to go and comfort Prince Charming. Okay?
A massive labor.
Sarge.
[Lighter clicking]
Jack?
WESTON: I think the last time I had a babysitter, I was 7.
Not here by choice.
WESTON: You wearing a wire?
STEELE: Enough of this.
Jesus, like, this is literally the worst day
- of my entire policing career. - Join the club.
And I am so used to your whole fucking Western,
the lone wolf thing.
And it's... Like, it's fine, and it works,
and we find a way to work.
But today, you're just being really extreme.
And I feel like today's a day
when we should be at least pretending that we're a team.
No?
- [Sighs] - It's the boss.
That's all I can think about... the boss.
I'm gonna find whoever did this,
- and I'm gonna fucking nail him. - [Scoffs]
And I've got this pencil pusher downstairs
who's just released our prime suspect.
What do you think my purpose is today?
I want the same thing
- that you do. - [Cellphone buzzes]
- Of course I do. - Hold on.
[Breathes deeply] Hi. Weston.
- Rose? - What?
Yeah? Hold on.
[Whispering] Give me two seconds.
- Charlie. Charlie. - This is what I fucking mean.
This is what I mean.
Really?
What would you do in this situation?
Hi.
What happened?
Oi.
Where's Rose?
- The fuck have you done to Rose? - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- WESTON: Where's Rose? - Whoa. Calm down.
- She's fine. - How you doing, man?
- She's fine. - Yeah?
Yeah, I'm good. So is Rose.
So just get off me if you want to know why you're here.
I know all about you and Rose.
Follow me.
Come on.
This is where she lives, isn't it?
- WESTON: Where who lives? - You know who lives here.
Charlie.
Charlie Steele?
- WESTON: Don't know her. - Yeah. I do.
I know everything about her.
I know where she goes. I know what she does.
I know when she does it.
I know, on Sundays, she sees her family,
has a bit of fucking food.
Tuesday, she goes to the gym.
Last Saturday, she sat in there on her own,
watched a shit film.
It'd be a real shame
if what happened to Martha happened to her.
You're gonna do something for me.
You're gonna get me my gun back.
I... No, I'm sorry. I can't do that.
I don't care. You'll do it.
I can't. I can't do that. I'm sorry.
I can do anything else. I can't get that.
Yeah.
You'll find a way.
What's the verdict?
Yeah, I think under the circumstances,
they're doing remarkably well.
Charlie's done brilliantly today.
I've enjoyed working with her.
I think Gary's showing a lot of promise.
He's really been thrown in the deep end,
and he's doing brilliantly.
Um, and then there's Jack.
Um, I mean, how much of this is because it's Martha
and how much of this is because he just is...
- DRUMMOND: Here he is. - a hotheaded...
Okay.
DRUMMOND: All right, guys, wrap it up.
Thank you very much for today.
Good work, Gary. Good work, Charlie.
Sarge, you want to go to the pub?
Um, not tonight. I-I have plans tonight.
- You going to the pub? Yeah? - ROSCOE: Yeah.
- Get you a pint? - Yes, yeah.
Don't leave till I get down there.
- Of course. - Uh...
DRUMMOND: Come on in, mate, yeah.
You all right?
Um, no, actually.
Sorry. Um...
I got a phone call from Rose.
She was... Oh, she was panicking.
She was, like, upset. There was something wrong.
She needed to tell me something.
And then out of nowhere, Stan appears
and said he was gonna kill Charlie
if I didn't bring him back the gun.
DRUMMOND: He's gonna kill Charlie. He threatened Charlie.
- If you didn't what? - If I didn't bring him the gun.
Why does he want the gun? There's no evidence on the gun.
When he [Sighs]
I'm sorry. I should have told you this before.
When he was in custody, I said, I intimated that...
that we could link him to the gun
because we had found the cartridges
that he had dropped in the drain.
Okay, hang on. So...
- I don't know what to do. - No, it's fine.
But why do they think they can manipulate you?
I don't understand. What's the hold on you?
Okay, listen, I didn't tell you this
because I didn't think it was relevant.
I didn't want to confuse, you know, all this stuff.
And I was trying to keep a level head.
- DRUMMOND: Jack. - Um, he...
Look, I was... Myself and Rose were in a relationship
when we were like 15, 16, like...
Um...
Back then, we were dealing drugs.
It was so minor. It was so minor.
- And she got caught. - Were there any convictions?
- Yes. - She took the blame for you.
- Yeah. - Okay.
Okay, so, Charlie's a priority here.
All right. This is what we're gonna do.
You're gonna go down to the evidence store downstairs.
You're gonna sign out the gun,
and you're gonna bring it back up here.
I'm gonna call HQ, see if they have a replica.
And you're gonna take the replica, give it to Stan.
- Yeah? - Okay, take the replica
- to Stan, yes. - Try and convince him
- it's the real thing. - Yes.
Hopefully, we'll save Charlie's ass.
Fucking hell, Jack. Fucking hell.
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
Okay. Save your apologies. Go.
Thank you.
Just the first, Jack, please.
Thanks.
- DRUMMOND: Shut the door. - Sorry.
Okay, put it down.
I'm gonna call the Yard.
They are notoriously slow when it comes to replicas,
but I'll do my best, push it through.
You'd better get down and keep an eye on Charlie.
- Yeah. Yeah. Thanks. - Oh, Jack.
- Yeah? - Keep your phone on.
Keep an eye on your phone. I'll text you with any progress.
- Okay? - Yeah.
Evening, Paddy.
- Hey. - Hi.
I'm not intruding, am I?
This isn't a date.
WESTON: Uh, so, I'm sorry about what happened.
You know, my head's a little bit all over the place.
And I just want all this to go away.
So I'm sorry if I let that affect you and me.
That's nearly an apology.
- WESTON: Hey, man. - ROSCOE: Evening, Sarge.
- Thanks for the pint. - You're welcome.
It's probably a bit flat. You want a fresh one?
No. I've got the car, so I won't stay long.
Uh, this is a good a time as any,
if you don't mind... to one of the good ones.
- Oh. - Cheers.
Yeah. Cheers.
May I never end up married to someone
who's enough of a dickhead to get me shot in the head.
I knew it was gonna be full-on with you two,
but today's been something else.
- Yeah. Cheers, Gary. - ROSCOE: Cheers, Sarge.
- [Cellphone buzzes] - Um...
Oh. I left something back at the office.
If I'm not back by the time you guys leave,
can you make sure Charlie gets home okay?
- Will do, Sarge. - STEELE: What do you mean,
- make sure I get home okay? - Gary.
See you in the morning.
I'll escort you home, Charlie. I'll be the perfect gentleman.
- Well... - Don't you panic.
I'm not panicked.
I do, however, look forward to being walked home
by someone with such sensible shoes.
Well...
DRUMMOND: Shut the door. How is she? She all right?
WESTON: Yeah. She's with Gary.
So, one replica gun.
The other one's being cleared by the D.P.S.
All right?
WESTON: Listen, I mean, I know this is a great idea,
But do you think they'll buy it?
I think they'll buy it as long as you sell it.
You got to make sure that Stan doesn't spend any longer
than he has to looking at that gun, okay?
And then I suggest it finds its way to the bottom of the river.
WESTON: Yeah. No problem.
Good.
Thank you for this.
I know the kind of position that it puts you in.
- And I appreciate it. - DRUMMOND: Yeah. It does.
Okay.
I'll call you when it's done?
Yeah.
Got a lot of rubbish, Charlie.
Your face has a lot of rubbish.
- [Lock disengages] - I'm in.
We're in.
No, I'm in. Mnh-mnh.
- Of course. - Go home.
- Good night, Charlie.
Good night.
Uh, Charlie. [Sighs]
I'm sorry about Martha.
Yeah, me too. Night.
[Door closes]
Gary, Gary. Jack.
- ROSCOE: Sarge. You all right? - How you doing, man?
Um, listen, yeah, you got Charlie home safe?
ROSCOE: Oh, yeah, yeah. Of course.
- Yeah? - Yeah, I walked her home.
Yeah, she's fine.
Okay, thanks.
[Sighs]
You're late.
Let's get this over and done with.
- Just give me the gun. - I give you the gun.
You chuck it in the river.
Why would I do that?
If they can't find the gun, you dumb-ass,
they can't charge you with her murder.
And I need this thing to disappear now
just as much as you do.
- Show me the gun. - You'll get rid of it?
Chuck it.
Pleasure.
- Sir? - DRUMMOND: Jack.
- We're good. - DRUMMOND: Yeah?
It's done.
You sorted the gun?
The real gun is at the bottom of the Thames.
- Good. Thank you. - Now listen to me.
I want to draw a line under this right now.
I'm not gonna spend my career cleaning up your mess, okay?
Or your stupid brother's mess.
Yeah, don't worry about Stan. I'll sort him out.
- Good. Are we done? - Yeah, sure.
Do we see each other again? No.
[Engine starts]
The body of a young white female washed up.
That's the girl from Adrian Bellamy's
- blackmail video. - No, I don't mean...
Oh, for fuck's sake. I'll call you back.
Look, in this house, you learn to keep your mouth shut.
- Are you Rose's daughter? - Yeah, Rose is my mum.
You're fucking unbelievable.
I'm fighting in your corner here.
Well, you better fight in my corner 'cause you owe me one.
You owe me one from all those years ago, Jack, okay?
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