[indistinct radio chatter]
MAN: Unbelievable. Where did we send Bogdan?
WOMAN: Chicken Manor.
-MAN: And where'd he go? -[woman sighs]
WOMAN: Chicken Chow. Rookie mistake.
MAN: Bullshit.
'Cause he didn't want to walk the extra two minutes.
Watch him return like he went to Chicken Manor.
-WOMAN: South Sutton to Control. -MAN ON RADIO: Go ahead.
WOMAN: BOP in progress outside the Saltwood Castle on Wexley Road.
Several D and Ds. Be advised, this could escalate.
-What you thinking, Becky? -BECKY: Assault?
-We'll take a look. -This ain't gonna escalate.
-[door closes] -BECKY: Yeah, you said that last time.
-MAN: How was Chicken Manor? -BOGDAN: You said Chicken Chow.
Tsk.
This ain't no assault.
BOGDAN: Really? Why is that?
MAN: Look at his fingers. They're straight-- they're not curled into a fist.
Footsteps are broad, but shoulders are hunched, defensive.
Sutton South to Control.
[theme music playing]
-[cell door closes] -[inmates chattering]
[line ringing]
-WOMAN OVER PHONE: Shaun? -Is everything alright for tomorrow?
- [woman sighs] If. - Yeah, I know. If.
-Is she there? -She's brushing her teeth.
L o ok, Karen, if things don't go my way today, will you just...
[cell door alarm buzzes]
You keep Jaycee away from the TV tonight, please?
She's got her own tablet, Shaun.
[sighs] Yeah. I'll do what I can.
Shaun...
good luck today.
POLICE OFFICER: Emery!
[laughing]
It's nice on the inside.
-Mm. -Well, you better get used to it.
-We're here at least twice a week. -[woman yelling]
[indistinct chattering]
WOMAN: How do you not know? Tell me-- look at me.
Look at me. Tell me, what can I say to him, please?
-BOY: Mum, he said he don't-- -WOMAN: No, no. I'm not having it!
WOMAN: It doesn't make sense! You know it doesn't make sense.
Ma'am, do you mind if I take the lead on this one?
WOMAN: I know you're keeping something.
I know you're keeping something from me. Stop it!
-BOY: Mum... -[woman crying] No!
WOMAN 2: Zain.
Do you have any idea
why the people that attacked your brother...
didn't hurt you?
They didn't see me.
He says he was in his bedroom on his computer games.
-ZAIN: I was. -And they didn't hear you?
My headset.
Well, your mum thinks there's something you're not telling us,
and if I'm honest, Zain, I agree with her.
[cell phone buzzing]
WOMAN 2: Look, at the end of the day,
all you're doing by not telling us the truth
is protecting the people who did this.
WOMAN 3: He's not protecting them, he's scared.
No, I'm not. I didn't even know they was here.
[cell phone buzzing]
ZAIN: You think I'd have carried on playing if I'd known what was happening?
I'd have gone in and saved Yusi, innit?
W hat have you got, Zain? A PS4?
Yeah.
-WOMAN 4: What game do you play? -WOMAN 3: Does it matter?
Fortnite.
-WOMAN 4: Online, right? -Yeah.
Do you mind if we take the console with us today?
-Could be helpful. -ZAIN: Why?
We can see what time you were playing and who with.
It allows us to contact the other players in the group
to see if anyone recorded the game play,
which would give us audio from your headset mic at the time of the incident.
It may have picked up voices from the living room.
Or it might show that you weren't on PlayStation at the time.
In which case, we'd need to come back,
ask you what you were really doing when your brother was attacked.
You can't take my PS4.
T h ere's no shame in being scared.
There is no shame in hiding under your bed
and shaking with fear 'til your mum came home.
It must've been terrifying.
You couldn't help yourself last night.
Your mum would've lost two sons if you'd have tried.
But if you saw...
even a glimpse of the people who did this,
then you can get justice for now.
[horns honking]
-REPORTER: Good morning, Commander Hart. -Morning. Morning.
-[reporters clamouring] -You okay?
I'm okay. Ahem.
Today marks the conclusion of one of the most urgent investigations
I've had the privilege to oversee.
The four individuals sentenced this morning
had the means, the intent,
and the automatic weaponry
to launch a devastating machine-gun attack on the streets of London.
Thanks to the tenacity of our counterterrorism officers,
that nightmare did not become a reality.
Working in tandem with security service,
-we are finally... -[car horns honking]
HART: We are finally stemming the tide of terror plots.
I think that's all you're gonna get from me, ladies and gentlemen.
Thanks very much. Thank you.
[reporters clamouring]
Oh, here she is! You missed the sentencing on your own case!
Oh, I'm busy on a new one.
You're coming down the Crown, Carey. Governor's getting them in.
Ah, I can't, I've been moved to Homicide, so...
- You can still drink with us. - Yeah, maybe come down later.
One last time?
-[car horns honking] -[indistinct chattering]
-CAREY: What's got the cabbies so excited? -Shaun Emery's appeal.
-The soldier. -Ah.
-SOLDIER 1: Let's go! -SOLDIER 2: Get up there!
S O LDIER 2: Keep going!
[explosion]
SOLDIER 2: Let's go, they're coming down! They're coming down!
- [gunshots] - [explosion]
- SOLDIER 2: Coming down! - SHAUN: Get fucking back!
[explosion]
[soldier 2 shouting]
[panting]
PROSECUTOR: "Get fucking back."
-Who were you talking to, Mr. Emery? -The Taliban insurgent.
-You're sure about that? -I believed he was reaching for a weapon, or an IED--
I'm aware of the defence argument, Mr. Emery.
I remember it well from your court martial.
Despite being disarmed
and severely wounded,
you thought the man was trying to blow you up,
so you shot him at close range with your handgun.
My primary weapon was out of ammunition--
PROSECUTOR: The part that still doesn't make sense
is why you said, "Get fucking back,"
after firing the round.
-Did you know you were being recorded? -No.
PROSECUTOR: You had no idea Private Darby was wearing this helmet-cam?
SHAUN: You tend not to notice stuff like that
when you're engaged in a gunfight with Taliban insurgents.
-[helmet-cam clattering] -I maintain you were well aware.
SOLDIER 1: Coming down!
PROSECUTOR: While the camera is pointed away, you shoot.
Only after the camera turns, catching you in the act of firing your weapon,
do you issue the cry, "Get fucking back."
SHAUN: Get fucking back!
[explosion]
You were speaking to Private Darby, the cameraman,
not, as you claim, the Taliban prisoner.
He can't get back, because you have just put a bullet in his chest.
You executed a prisoner
in cold blood,
and didn't want it caught on camera.
No.
Well then, please explain.
I'm sorry, Mr. Emery,
but in my opinion, you have provided no cause
to reconsider your conviction nor your sentence.
Thank you.
JUDGE: Does the defence have any questions?
None, my Lord.
The defence calls Marcus Levy.
I swear by Almighty God that the evidence I shall give
shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
Mr. Levy...
please tell us what it is that you do professionally.
I'm a senior video engineer and broadcast consultant.
Any career highlights that we should know about?
MARCUS: My personal highlight,
b r oadcasting the FA Cup Final, 1991, Spurs, Nottingham Forest.
-[people chuckling] -ATTORNEY: Tottenham fan?
MARCUS: Well, as long as there's a seat for me in the executive box.
ATTORNEY: I see, but as for your career, I think you're being modest.
I was senior broadcasting engineer
for Sky Sports for 22 years.
I pioneered the use of cameras embedded in goalposts for football coverage,
cameras in wickets for cricket promos, in-car cameras for motor racing.
According to Wikipedia, I revolutionized televised sport.
I'm sure Mr. Levy's career is very impressive, Ms. Roberts,
b u t if you could begin getting to the point?
MS. ROBERTS: Would it be true to say that you are highly knowledgeable
in the use of helmet-cams,
such as the one used to record the evidence in this case?
The Pulse R70. I've tested them, I've...
-MS. ROBERTS: You're not a fan? -Poor man's GoPro.
What is it that doesn't pass muster?
Well, how long have you got? [scoffs]
JUDGE: Not long.
MS. ROBERTS: Presumably, it's the poor picture quality?
MARCUS: No, the resolution is comparable to the GoPro.
So what is it, the audio?
Well... [chuckles]
the onboard mic is obviously useless,
b u t I wouldn't expect to use a mini-cam to record sound.
MS. ROBERTS: Right. So what is it then, Mr. Levy?
What is it that you don't like about this camera?
The drift.
Sorry, the...
The drift, the lag, the slippage.
-Perhaps you might use more layperson's terms. -JUDGE: Indeed.
The "drift" is when the audio lags
behind the video.
The audio lags behind the video?
-Making it out of sync. -By how much?
MARCUS: Well, depends how long you leave it in record.
First five minutes, you probably won't see it.
Fifteen minutes, drifted a few frames.
S o , you'll see people talking out of sync.
You'll hear a ball kicked after the bloke's kicked it.
Gets exponentially worse from there.
MS. ROBERTS: So how far out would it be
if a camera was left running, for say, an hour?
Five or six.
-MS. ROBERTS: Frames? -Seconds.
Five seconds out of sync?
Right, well, I suggest it pertinent that we watch the video footage
correctly synchronized at the earliest opportunity.
-JUDGE: Agreed. -Excellent, we have it here.
MS. ROBERTS: Under Mr. Levy's guidance,
-we started the audio earlier by the estimated five seconds. -[explosion]
And I am sure you'll agree,
it now makes much more sense.
-[explosion] -[gunshots popping]
SHAUN: Get fucking back!
-[explosion] -[gunshots popping]
MS. ROBERTS: Lance Corporal Emery can't explain
why he said, "Get fucking back,"
after he shot the Taliban insurgent because he didn't.
He said it before.
SHAUN: Get fucking back!
-[explosion] -[gunshots popping]
MS. ROBERTS: My client has been court-martialled,
convicted, and incarcerated for six months
based on erroneous video evidence.
His conviction is unsafe,
and I suggest it be overturned with immediate effect.
[indistinct murmuring]
[police siren blaring]
- How's the CCTV trawl? - Just getting started.
Have you put out a call for anyone matching the boy's descriptions?
Of course.
-[indistinct chattering] -[phones ringing]
MAN: Boydie's been asking after you, ma'am.
I've been at the Sycamore sentencing.
T h irty-two years minimum for Cole, 26 for Alisha.
Longest terror sentencing since 2008.
Ah.
I s your Mitcham report a threat or a promise?
CAREY: Sir, I e-mailed it to you this morning.
MAN: DI Carey's had the right result in court, guv.
Operation Sycamore.
Longest terror sentencing since 2008.
Ringleader got 32 years min.
Grant's team charged a bloke with rape and double-murder this morning.
We'll be lucky if he gets 15.
[computer chimes]
MAN: That's about as much praise as you'll get from Boydie.
He's like that with your lot.
My lot?
Fast-trackers.
He knows you're gonna get promoted and moved on in no time,
so he makes your life a misery while he's got the chance.
Naturally.
MAN: "Draft Dodgers," he calls you.
Because you pretty much skipped your stint in uniform.
-Thinks you're all a bunch of snowflakes. -And what do you think, Patrick?
-Of? -My lot. "Draft Dodgers."
You've just taken four ISIS off the streets. You're alright by me, ma'am.
[school bell rings]
[children chattering]
Hello.
-You won. -SHAUN: Yeah, I came straight here.
I can see.
KAREN: Well done.
Uh, we said you'd see her tomorrow.
I couldn't wait.
I heard a rumour that the best butterfly dancer in the world comes to this school.
Is it true?
She's not doing dance anymore.
BOY: Why is that soldier man here?
Look, this is all a bit of a shock, to be honest, Shaun.
I didn't think that you...
Can we just stick to the arrangements from now on?
No more surprises.
- Yeah. - Right.
Daddy is gonna pick you up tomorrow. Alright, Jaycee?
SHAUN: And I'll take you wherever you want to go.
Y o u want to go get ice cream?
-SHAUN: Pizza? -Aquarium.
SHAUN: Aquarium?
Ah, alright, well, I'll take you to the aquarium then.
This is nice.
SHAUN: And tomorrow,
I won't come dressed as a soldier, alright?
I'll come dressed as a pirate.
KAREN: Alright, we're gonna... we're gonna miss our bus, yeah?
I love you.
MS. ROBERTS: We welcome the Judges' decision,
-and we would like to thank Shaun's supporters... -[cameras clicking]
w h o have campaigned for his release for the last six months.
-[all cheering] -Since his imprisonment,
my client has been stigmatized as a criminal.
He has suffered with depression and anxiety,
and has endured defamatory accusations
against his character and his conduct.
-REPORTER: Today, judges have ruled... -MAN: Well done, Shauny.
-...was unreliable and technically unsound. -MAN: Come on!
[all cheering]
I'll make this quick,
'cause I know it's nearly past my bedtime
-and Jeanie's giving me the evil eye. -[laughter]
JEANIE: What do you mean, nearly?
-You're normally passed out by now. -[laughter]
Yeah, well, it's a special night.
'Cause now, everyone knows
what we've always known
about my grandson, Shaun, that...
You're not a bad lad are you, son?
Thank you.
[applause]
[man whistles]
Your mum and dad would be proud.
-[all cheering] -MAN 1: Speech! Speech!
MAN 2: Go on, Shauny!
I d on't do speeches. I don't do speeches.
I don't do them. [grunts]
- Alright, um... - [all chuckle]
Alright, look, I just want to say thank you, really,
to all you lot, for supporting me.
-Uh... -MAN: You're welcome!
- Thank you. - [laughter]
SHAUN: Uh, yeah, and look, there are two people in this room
t h at fought for me, and fought for me,
and believed in me when not everyone did,
not even people in my own regiment.
A n d that's this man here-- my solicitor, Charlie Hall, so...
-[applause] -[man whistles]
SHAUN: Thank you.
A n d if I could choose anyone to take into battle with me,
it would be my barrister, Hannah Roberts.
-[all cheering] -SHAUN: Thank you.
MAN: Jimmy wants to know if you're available for sex offenders!
[laughter]
HART: Today marks the conclusion of one of the most urgent investigations...
-CAREY: You made it. -HART: Hey.
-I thought they would've cut me out. -I'm sure they tried.
One empathizes.
...to launch a devastating machine-gun attack on the streets of London.
REPORTER: The suspects claimed they had no connection
to the Birmingham-based arms dealer.
This CCTV footage says otherwise.
HART: Damn right it does. And here's the one who found it.
If there's any justice in this world, you'll get a commendation for this.
-Don't do me any favours. -I know the rules.
I'm just saying, Sycamore was your op, Rach.
You saw it before any of us.
-You believed me. -Well, you're very convincing.
[chuckles] I thought I was "A stuck-up student, trying to prove herself."
"Fast-track princess."
-Fuck you. -[both chuckling]
You won us all round, alright?
Y o u might be Homicide, but you're SO15 family.
Don't you forget it.
[Carey sighs]
Why do we have to give each other up?
I can think of several reasons.
[cell phone buzzing]
There's one for a start.
-[cell phone buzzing continues] -It's fine, take it.
J u st say whatever you need to say.
[Hart inhales, exhales]
HART: Yeah, I know I'm silly...
["Affair" playing on earphones]
["Angels" playing]
♪ And through it all ♪
♪ She offers me protection ♪
So, if you're not gonna drink-drink, how are you gonna celebrate your freedom?
[singing continues]
The main thing I'm looking forward to
i s spending time with my daughter.
A n d then what? What's next for the famous Shaun Emery?
-To not be famous. -[Ms. Roberts chuckles]
Just want a normal life now.
Are you still thinking about suing?
Uh, the way I see it...
the MOD, they saw a video that they thought showed a crime.
All I want from them is my job back.
Well, they better give you your job back, or I'll sue them myself.
-Yeah? [chuckles] -[laughs]
Y e ah, it's just-- You know, that...
that camera thing.
Well, I can't take any credit for that. That was all Charlie.
-[chuckles, sighs] He's a clever bastard. -Yeah.
It proved the evidence was moody.
But that's it.
It don't prove my innocence.
[chuckles] What, do you want to reopen the trial?
Everyone's looking at me like I done it.
-No. -Yeah, they are.
Like I killed a bloke in cold blood,
and got off on some technicality.
I know it. I see-- I see what they're thinking.
You reacted on a soldier's instinct.
Do you believe that?
You thought he was reaching for a weapon.
But do you believe me, Hannah?
Yes.
Yes. I believe you.
MAN: Shauny!
-Come here. -You alright, mate?
Mwah! Ain't he good-looking?
Yeah, I've always said, if I had to do a bloke, it would be Shauny.
-It would be me. Lovely. -It would be.
-SHAUN: Really. -And you saved him, hey?
Now, we know who to call next time you kill a Muslim.
What the fuck is the matter with you?
[men clamouring]
-Calm down! -Close your fucking mouth.
-Close your mouth. Close your mouth. -Hey. Come here, come here.
-[men clamouring] -[glasses shattering]
Fuck, I haven't fucking done anything.
-MAN: What's wrong with you? -I'm through with you.
-Shaun. Come on. -Oh, come on, mate. I don't want to...
MAN: It's-- it's not... it's not what you think, Shaun.
You need to relax, Shauny.
D on't worry, she's all over ya.
What you on about?
Posh girl. She likes ya.
She's my barrister.
Correction-- wasyour barrister.
It's allowed now, innit? You can have a go.
That's if you ain't forgotten how. [chuckles]
So, come on. Talk to me, Shauny.
What's going on, huh? What's going through your head?
What's going through my head is "Why'd I follow Matty Forester into the toilet?"
-It's not what you think, Shauny. -Aye.
That's exactly what I thought.
-Well, if I said it was that, you wouldn't have come. -Ah!
Just 'cause you gave up booze don't mean you have to be a monk!
[party music playing]
SHAUN: Charlie. You seen Hannah?
I thought she was with you.
[engine starts]
-[door opens, closes] -[indistinct radio chatter]
MAN: Unbelievable. Where did we send Bogdan?
-BECKY: Chicken Manor. -MAN: And where'd he go?
[sighs] Chicken Chow.
Rookie mistake.
MAN: Bullshit.
All 'cause he didn't want to walk the extra two minutes.
Watch him return like he went to Chicken Manor.
-[car door closes] -SHAUN: Hannah!
Shaun?
SHAUN: Would it be you?
If I sued the MOD, would it be you representing me?
Or would it be some specialized lawsuit barrister?
Only 'cause...
I don't want you to represent me anymore.
Not 'cause you're not the best, 'cause you are.
It's just, you know, if...
If you were to represent me again, then I wouldn't be able to...
ask you out.
[chuckles]
[indistinct radio chatter]
Look, I know me and you are different, and...
your mates, they don't hang about in estate pubs in Croydon,
m a king jokes about Muslims and sex offenders, but...
N o , really, I ain't like that, either.
Yeah, this is where I'm from, but...
I've done my best to get away from it.
It's probably why I joined up in the first place, just--
[both chuckle]
Aside from the estate pubs in Croydon,
[sighs] we're really not that different.
No.
-HANNAH: Ahem. -[sniffs]
Your granddad's right about you.
You're not bad.
Not at all.
[sighs] I've got to get on this.
I'll give you a lift.
You got a boyfriend?
[chuckles] I'll call you.
I'm sorry.
[indistinct radio chatter]
Sutton South to Control.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Go ahead.
Assault in progress. Ramilies Road, Bus Stop Z.
[cell phone buzzing]
CAREY: You should get home.
This it, then?
[sighs] Yeah.
-[door opens, closes] -[sighs]
[siren wailing]
W O MAN: Ma'am.
Morning, ma'am. Take it you've had a look at the video?
How did we manage to lose a high-risk suspect?
Uniform followed him into a blind spot.
That's the last they saw of him.
Didn't the PSSOs monitor the periphery feeds?
-PSS? -Public Space Surveillance.
P A TRICK: CCTV ops.
They monitored it live, ma'am, but there were no other...
No other cameras in range.
-Eyewitnesses? -No eyewitnesses, no sign of the victim.
U h , probably safe to assume she ended up in the vehicle.
ANPR?
A 1996 Rover 620,
registered to an old fella in Croydon.
What about facial rec on the suspect?
[chuckles]
Uh, we don't have those resources to hand, ma'am.
[sighs]
[cell phone buzzing]
Traitor.
CAREY: Uh, it's called being promoted.
I suppose you're out, celebrating your success?
Actually, I'm trying to ID a high-risk suspect from a smudge.
Know anyone who might be good at that?
MAN: Funny, I could've sworn Rachel Carey left this department.
She did. I saw her leave.
So why is she still bending my ear for favours?
Don't know, guv. Maybe she misses us.
So are you lot gonna run a facial rec for me, or shall I call Ops Room Two?
-Ouch. -That's uncalled for.
Send us the capture.
[engine stops]
[door opens]
[man snoring]
We have a contender.
CAREY: Great. Let me see.
- Sending. - Blimey.
Y o u do pick them. Don't you, Carey?
-[cell phone buzzes] -Received.
Who is it?
We need to call Comms.
[sirens wailing]
[kisses]
You sure you want to go in this heavy?
You saw the CCTV.
-[door slams] -COP 1: Armed police! Don't move!
Armed police!
Just stay where you are!
-SHAUN: Granddad? -Down on your knees!
-SHAUN: Okay, okay, okay!
SHAUN: I'm down. I'm down, I'm down. Granddad?
-Shaun! -COP 1: Don't move!
- COP 2: Stay down! - [yells] Old man!
-MR. EMERY: Get out! -COP 2: Stay where you are!
CAREY: Stay where you are, Mr. Emery, stay where you are, please.
Shaun Emery? I'm Detective Sergeant Flynn.
-PATRICK: This is Detective Inspector Carey. -Yeah, and?
-Where were you tonight? -I was out.
-PATRICK: Where? -At your sister's house.
CAREY: Mr. Emery, stay where you are. Please, stay where you are.
-CAREY: I need some help here, Captain. -Granddad?
MR. EMERY: Leave right now! Leave me alone!
PATRICK: Could you just calm down?
-Granddad, calm down! -[Mr. Emery yells]
CAREY: Your granddad's okay.
-Property's clear, ma'am. -PATRICK: Mr. Emery--
MR. EMERY: Just get out of my house now!
Where is she?
Who?
Take me to the car.
PATRICK: Secure the vehicle.
Clear.
Are you gonna tell me what this is about?
Tell Forensics to compound the car.
-Why? -Where's the girl you were with earlier?
Yeah, I was with my barrister.
Shaun Emery, I'm arresting you on suspicion of assault, kidnapping,
-and perverting the course of justice. -What?
You do not have to say anything...
-What the fuck are you talking about? -...but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention when questioned something you later rely on in court--
-[officer grunting] -[Shaun grunting]
CAREY: Firearm support!
COP 1: Lie down, lie down!
-COP 1: Lie down! -[grunts]
-COP 2: Stop! Stay down! -COP 3: Hey...
Ah!
[phone ringing]
DS Latif.
CAREY: Nadia, it's Rachel. Can I borrow you?
Uh, not really, I'm still on the Douglas Estate trawl.
Well, I'll need you to delegate that.
LATIF: Why?
Nadia, like it or not,
you're on my team, and I'm the SIO.
So, when I say, "Can I borrow you,"
the answer is "Yes, Rachel," or "Yes, ma'am."
I've got a kidnapping with a high-profile suspect and a missing victim.
I don't have time to persuade you of the urgency.
Ma'am.
[inhales, exhales] Uh...
I need a background check on Hannah Roberts,
barrister to Shaun Emery.
Yes, ma'am.
[exhales]
Guessing you're used to things running a bit smoother over in SO15.
-Mind me asking why you left? -It's, um...
Tsk, it's temporary.
Before they let you run your own counter-terror ops, you need to prove
that you can run a high-profile murder or kidnapping.
Better not fuck this up, then.
-[back-up alarm beeping] -[machine whirring]
C a n someone tell me why I was woken up
by the press department instead of you?
You do know that your suspect's a national hero?
Well, that's why I called Comms immediately, sir.
I imagine we'll want to keep this out of the press 'til we charge him.
-Uh, 100 percent. -PATRICK: You won't have long to wait.
-Do we know who the victim is? -We believe it's his barrister...
Hannah Roberts.
Work in progress, ma'am.
Human Rights specialist.
LATIF: She's something of a rising star, by all accounts.
High-profile cases, MOD war crimes, terrorism...
-Got an address for me? -LATIF: She lives alone in a flat in Fulham.
I'm on it.
Should've called me first.
[man sighs]
-Well, I appreciate it. -[door closes]
We need to collate every inch of the suspect's journey on CCTV.
Uniform lost him at the first blind spot he went through,
so where did he go between there and home?
Okay, I'll start the trawl.
Oh, not here. We need it done fast.
-[cell phone buzzes] -[indistinct chattering]
-Did you find your suspect? -CAREY: I'm not at liberty to say.
-Congratulations. -What time are you leaving?
I've never left. I never will.
-I'm sending someone to see you. -OPERATOR: Rich Food is mobile!
No can do, Carey. Busy.
You'll need to stop off at Mario's.
[faint beep]
-[keyboards clicking] -[radio, voices overlapping]
WOMAN: Can we have a confirmation drive-by?
Sir?
-DS Latif. Rachel Carey sent me. -[paper bag rustling]
She said to, um...
-bring you this, from Mario's. -Who's he meeting?
-OPERATOR: Unknown, sir. -MAN: Grey team on standby.
-Grey team standing by. -[keyboard clicking]
R un facial rec on that unknown.
-Running facial rec. -Is that a breakfast brioche?
Oh, sorry. Yes, yes.
MAN: Phillips!
PHILLIPS: Guv?
Give DS... Latif?
Yeah.
MAN: Give DS Latif whatever she wants.
[paper bag rustling]
- Make him a target. - OPERATOR: Yes, sir.
-So you're working with Rachel Carey? -Yeah.
-[cell phone buzzing] -Patrick.
I'm standing in Hannah Roberts's living room, ma'am.
No sign of Roberts,
and nothing to suggest she made it home last night.
Recover all devices from the property
and get yourself back here, please.
It's time we started talking to the one person who can tell us where she is.
Hannah? It's me. Call me.
O u r golden boy's in trouble again.
CAREY: Assault, kidnapping, resisting arrest,
assaulting a police officer.
[sighs] Drop the last two right off the bat,
and we'll think about not suing you.
-For? -For the trauma
y o ur tactical officers inflicted on Emery Sr.
You're new to Homicide, aren't you?
I've been in SO15 for the last four years.
Yeah, that explains the heavy-handedness.
Excuse me?
My client has been let down by just about everybody,
from his ex-girlfriend to his Army lawyers.
And two tours in Afghanistan, one in Iraq,
and how do we repay his service?
Six months for a crime he should never have been convicted for.
And now this?
So, unless you've got Shaun's blood-soaked fingerprints on a smoking gun,
I suggest you go easy on the boy.
CHARLIE: Now, we don't know if they've got a scrap of evidence,
or if this is just some bullshit fishing trip.
So you have every reason to keepschtum.
SHAUN: No comment?
I didn't do nothing, Charlie. I've got nothing to hide.
[sighs] Well, do yourself a favour.
Whatever happens, try not to punch anyone.
MAN: Right.
CAREY: Mr. Hall.
[door closes]
[recorder beeps]
D i d you piss yourself when they tasered you?
[ s coffs] Happens.
This interview is being recorded and may be given as evidence
if this case goes to trial.
I'm DI Rachel Carey, Homicide and Serious Crime Command.
-The other officer present is... -DS Patrick Flynn.
H o w'd you like us to refer to you--
Shaun or Mr. Emery?
Let's go with Mr. Emery.
-[sniffs] -CAREY: Do you understand why you're here, Mr. Emery?
No.
But you know you're under suspicion for assault and kidnapping.
[inhales, exhales]
Where's Hannah Roberts?
I don't know. Home?
If you're alleging Hannah Roberts is involved in my client's case,
I'm afraid we have to suspend this.
- Why are you asking about her? - PATRICK: Is she still alive?
'Course she's alive.
If you help us find her, this will be much easier for you.
I don't know where she is, and I don't know what you two are talking about.
PATRICK: When did you last see her?
SHAUN: Uh... last night.
Uh, Charlie, me, and Hannah, we were in the pub, um...
-PATRICK: So you'd been drinking? -SHAUN: I don't drink.
And then, after...
[chuckles] I offered Hannah a lift home.
-She said no. That was that. -PATRICK: What was what?
She went home.
[scoffs]
CAREY: For the benefit of the recording,
D S Flynn is now playing a video monitored live
on Sutton Council CCTV at 11:35 PM.
Yeah, that's her. That's Hannah.
For the benefit of the recording,
the suspect has identified the female figure in the video
as Hannah Roberts.
[sighs]
[Shaun drumming on table]
That's me!
CAREY: For the benefit of the recording,
Mr. Emery has identified the male figure in the video as himself.
Is anyone gonna tell me what the problem is?
[chuckles]
SHUAN: So what? Come on. Tell me what the problem is.
What's the problem with this?
Hmm?
[sighs]
She got on that bus.
That ain't right, she got on that bus.
Wait, this ain't what happened. She got on that bus.
SHAUN: This ain't what happened.
This ain't happened! None of this happened!
The fuck is this?!
That didn't fucking happen! This ain't fucking real!
The fuck have you done?
This didn't fucking happen! This ain't fucking real!
-PATRICK: Sit. -None of this is fucking-- What the fuck have you done?!
-PATRICK: Sit. -What have you fucking done?
-PATRICK: Sit the fuck down! -I didn't fucking do that!
I swear to fucking God, it didn't happen!
-Sit down! -SHAUN: I didn't do anything!
[men grunting]
-PATRICK: Get a hold of him, will ya? -[officers grunting]
S H AUN: I didn't do that! I didn't fucking do that!
-Um... -[grunting] Get off of me!
[grunting]
[alarm blaring]
Fuck's sake. Get out!
[Shaun yelling, grunting]
That's a fucking lie!
I didn't do anything!
[Shaun yells] It's a lie!
PATRICK: Alright, now come on, boys. Out.
[Shaun panting]
SHAUN: It's not real. It's not real.
It's not real.
It's not real. It's not real.
-[cell phone buzzing] -SHAUN: It's not real. It's not real.
It's not real. It's not real.
-It's not real. It's not real. -[door opens]
Where is she?
[inhales, exhales] We'll find her.
-Nadia. -LATIF: We've got Emery's journey.
-Go on. LATIF: Well, he heads west for two miles,
t h en we lose him to a blind spot.
Eighteen minutes later, he reappears, heads home.
No sign of the victim?
The blind spot borders the river, ma'am.
Good work. Send me the coordinates.
Meet me there.
-Are we charging him or what? -Not yet.
Call a search team, divers. We might have a body.
[school bell ringing]
[voices overlapping]
[keys jingling]
[gate closes]
[door echoes]
PATRICK: Two tours in Afghanistan, one in Iraq.
A warded a mention in dispatches
for gallantry in action.
Medical notes only state injuries he suffered in Hellman, so no PTSD.
Not diagnosed.
-You saw his reaction. -And the BAFTA goes to...
-I don't think so. -What, then?
Maybe...
he doesn't know he did it.
[siren blaring]
[indistinct radio chatter]
Hannah.
Look, I know you're different to me.
No, really, I ain't like that, either.
[chuckles] I'll call you.
I'll call you.
[silent]
[theme music playing]