SANDY: 'Am I the love of your life?
'Am I, Grace?
SHE GIGGLES 'You're so boring!'
Glenn?
Hey, morning. Life-saver.
Got an early one. No problem, go!
Dad! Hey, you all right?
Breakfast, what do you want? Eggs, porridge or cereal?
You know I'm an expert in all three. Since when?
Well, since I went to cooking school.
You did not go to cooking school.
Yes, I did go to cooking school. Hold on, you calling me a liar?
Yeah. Yeah! What you saying? No, no.
You saying Daddy's a liar? I'm not a liar! I'm not a liar!
Do it a little bit, not all the way over it, like that. That's nice.
Right, kids. Get your stuff, let's go!
CHILDREN GIGGLE
I'll drop 'em off, if you like. Would you? That'd be amazing.
Look, Ari, I just wanted to say that...
..I'm ready.
To talk...
..move back in. I don't know, make a plan to move back in?
OK. Good to know.
HE SIGHS Oh, come on, this is silly.
Look, you said you wanted your space, and all right, fine,
I ran away to Roy's, but come on, we can fix this.
I'm just not there yet, Glenn. That's all I can tell you.
Why is it that I'm being pushed out and I'm not the one who cheated?
I'm sorry.
SHE SIGHS
It's OK.
I'm asking a lot, I know I am.
It's just...
..something I need.
CHILDREN LAUGH
Better get 'em to school.
DOOR OPENS, CLOSES
Come back to bed. Got to see my tutor.
Then I have a lecture.
On what?
Galbraithian challenges in today's workforce.
Lucky you. Yeah.
Faced with that or a morning in bed with you, it's a no-brainer.
Oh!
Can you give this to Wesley?
He left it when he came over the other night.
DOOR OPENS, CLOSES
DIAL TONE
'Please leave your message after the tone.'
Hey...
Thought we didn't have secrets.
Especially one Wesley's in on and I'm not.
Call me back.
TRUCK HORN HONKS
HORN HONKS, TYRES SKID
CRASH
DISTANT SCREAM
OVERLAPPING SIRENS
SHE COUGHS
MUFFLED: Are you injured, concussed? You hurt in any way?
Er, n-no, I don't think so. Have a seat for a moment.
Just for a moment. WOMAN: Interveinal arteries.
Artery compressions. RADIO BEEPS
Hi, it's... it's Carly. Yeah, I've been in an accident.
Oh, no, no, I'm fine. I... I just don't know when I'll be in...
WOMAN: Over here! OK.
Pupils fixed and dilated. Come on. Over, over, over.
There's no pulse. Right, take over. Compressions.
Right, round to head, stabilisation, please.
What? Is he...? Gary, call stabilisation, please.
Excuse me, madam?
If you wanna head out of the road, go to the pavement.
I'm PC Dan Paxton.
Because you've been involved in a road traffic collision,
I need to take a breath specimen.
So if you could blow into this mouth piece here.
Give me a nice big blow.
BREATHALYSER BEEPS That's great, perfect, thank you.
I'm afraid to tell you you've failed the test.
Carly Chase, I'm arresting you on suspicion of driving
while under the influence of alcohol.
You were up early.
Yeah, Ari had an eight o'clock, so I said I'd run the kids to school.
OK, well, that sounds promising. Yeah, I hope so.
Superintendent Grace at a humble hit-and-run.
What is the world coming to?
Yeah, witnesses are talking about
a blue pick-up truck fleeing the scene...
I'll hear it from DC Nicholl, thank you. Ah.
I'm over here when you're ready to talk.
Is it the familiar tone
or the absolute refusal to take a hint?
Winning blend of the two?
Nick, I understand it might be deliberate?
Yeah, possibly.
Victim is an Anthony Robinson,
according to a Beacon University ID card found in his bag.
What about this blue pick-up?
So, it's knocked our cyclist into the path of a lorry
and then drove off at speed.
Where does the grey Golf fit in?
TBC, but the driver, Carly Chase, just failed a breath test.
We need to trace this pick-up as a priority.
I want all CCTV pulled
from local businesses and shops before it's wiped, OK?
Yes, boss.
Is that from the pick-up? Serial number should tell us.
But it's only attached with a bit of glue and wire.
Could help us trace the pick-up.
Norman, Bella.
Found something else inside the deceased's backpack.
Right, I'm guessing they're not paracetamol.
Probably not, but if this is foul play, that could be motive.
Bleak House.
I might've finished it if I had that version.
DRIVER: They just came out of nowhere!
Lorry driver? Yeah, er, Roger Ferguson.
He's passed a breath test.
He just didn't have time to brake or dodge the cyclist.
Go and see if he's OK.
Erm, maybe get him to run through what happened again,
if he's up to it.
'Uncanny.' 'What?'
'Spinella.'
He practically beat us to it today.
Yeah. Just like Bishop's house. And Sophie Carrington's, remember?
He was there before the cordon went up.
How's he doing it? Has he got an inside man? A mole?
You are giving him way too much credit.
Then how?
KNOCK ON DOOR
I appreciate that talking to two complete strangers
is probably the last thing you wanna be doing right now.
So... we can wait, or if you have a mate
you would like to call that could come over, that's OK.
Me and Tony, we just sort of lived in each other's pockets, so...
..I think I've driven all my mates away.
Do you mind telling me how you and Tony met?
We met in New York, in Washington Square.
Where they play chess? Yeah.
Yeah, where they play chess.
Erm...
I was on my summer holiday after my first year,
and Tony had just done his first year at Harvard.
So he dropped out to come here? Yeah.
His parents went nuts, but... that was Tony.
Once he made his mind up... Sorry.
No, please, look,
I'm sorry that we have to ask you these questions.
Laura?
At some point, we're going to need somebody to identify Tony's body.
If you're not up to it, that's OK.
I think Tony's parents should do it.
We found something in Tony's backpack...
..that we need to talk to you about.
Was Tony dealing?
Bit of ecstasy around campus? Low-level stuff, maybe?
Are you... You're sure that's Tony's?
You said that there were other vehicles involved.
Pretty sure. It was in his backpack.
In intent-to-supply quantities.
So you're gonna make it all about that now?
No, we're not.
The only reason I'd be interested in the drugs
is if they had a bearing on Tony's death.
Well, how could they?
The pick-up truck that flipped Tony
under the wheels of the artic fled the scene.
So right now, we can't rule out the possibility
that this was murder, not an accident.
OK. Thanks, Nick.
So, you uttered the grand total of 12 words in there?
Ari?
At this point, all I can think is, what is the problem?
You know, what's the hitch?
So ask her. I did.
She says she doesn't know.
Just something that she needs.
Maybe she's just fallen out of love.
You two are gonna work through this, I know you are.
So, what did you make of Laura?
She's, er...
'Well, she's devastated, obviously.'
'I think she's scared.'
TONY: 'Hey. Thought we didn't have secrets.
'Especially one Wesley's in on and I'm not.
'Call me back.'
DOOR OPENS
Is my solicitor here yet? No, not yet.
Sit down, please.
Carly Chase, I'm re-arresting you on suspicion
of causing death while driving under the influence of alcohol.
He's... I'm afraid so.
SHE EXHALES
I crashed to avoid him.
The cyclist. I mean, he...
He was on the wrong side of the road.
You'd best save that for your interview.
James.
Carly.
Let's see if we can sort this mess out, shall we?
The inquiry into the hit-and-run death of Tony Robinson
has been named Operation Violin.
Glenn will be serving as Deputy Senior Investigating Officer.
Nick, could you run us through
the highlights of the witness statements, please?
OK, so, seems like Tony turned into the street
on the wrong side of the road,
causing the silver Golf to swerve into the taxi office.
Tony was then hit by the blue pick-up,
which had just run through a red light.
He was then flipped across the road, right under the wheels of the artic.
So, what about the driver of the grey Golf?
Carly Chase. In custody, having failed a second breath test.
So the driver of the pick-up
probably fled the scene for obvious reasons -
stolen vehicle, no insurance, worried about being breathalysed,
could've been carrying something incriminating.
Probably, but not certainly? Yeah, well...
Glenn.
Yeah. There's a detail of, as yet, unknown significance
that we need to factor in.
Tony was carrying intent-to-supply quantities
of what we now know to be ecstasy.
So if he was dealing, even just on student campus,
and pissed someone off, that could be motive.
So until we know different, we're treating this as murder.
Nick, can you head down to the uni, find out if he was dealing?
And if so, to who?
Yeah, and anything on his supplier would be good, too.
And I've been on the phone to the NYPD.
They've informed his parents, Pat and Fernanda Robinson,
of their son's death.
What do we know about them, the parents?
Just that Pat Robinson is a Wall Street accountant.
Runs one of the city's biggest firms on the Upper East Side.
OK. And what about the driver of the artic?
Erm... Ferguson?
It wasn't just the crash eating him -
he's in bother on his driver hours.
He was over? Well over.
Says his refrigeration unit was on the blink,
and he was carrying perishable seafood.
OK. But there's no indication that fatigue
might've influenced his actions, then?
Witnesses agree he didn't have time to brake, and CCTV supports that.
Then he's not our primary lead.
Our priority is to find the driver of that pick-up
because at the very least, he's facing a manslaughter charge.
Guys, we've just got our first screen grab of the blue pick-up.
Who are you?
Nadiuska has completed the postmortem
on a previously healthy 21-year-old American national,
provisionally identified as Tony Robinson.
We found some blue paint transfer on the right shoulder of his jacket,
probably where the pick-up struck him.
That transfer is consistent with an abrasion to the right shoulder.
I found evidence of severe and widespread trauma
consistent with multiple internal injuries.
And that was cause of death?
I'm confident it was, yeah.
I've sent off blood and other fluid samples for drug testing.
There's something else you should see.
Is that what I think it is? A bullet wound.
Long healed.
Discoloration suggests it was sustained ten years ago minimum.
He was lucky he wasn't paralysed.
Well, his luck ran out.
Are you sure you wanna get rid? You could get a grand, at least.
OK.
PHONE VIBRATES
# Happy birthday to you... #
PHONE VIBRATES
Norman?
Right, the prints off the wing mirror belong to a Jason Charles.
'The driver of the pick-up?' No, Charles is Black.
But his convictions for car crime
and his recent release from Eastville prison
point to him knowing the driver.
'Good work. Check it out.'
Yeah, his parole sheet also says he's working at a Charles Mechanics?
I reckon he fitted that mirror.
Malcolm Charles?
Yeah. East Sussex CID.
We're looking for Jason Charles?
What's he supposed to have done now?
Well, that's between us and him, isn't it?
Jason... Oi!
Brats.
Jason! Don't be daft!
Let's go back inside.
Oi, Malcom.
You didn't get him, then? No, we didn't get him.
You want a drink of water?
You want to get done for obstruction? OK, OK.
Help us out, Malcolm.
It's in your interest and Jason's.
I told him I don't want him doing any work,
paid or unpaid, on his mates' cars. But...?
It was Monday or Tuesday.
He said he'd lock up cos he had to finish a job.
Oi. That work?
That's the pick-up truck.
OK, you take a good look around for me...
Ewan Preece.
'Preece is a 31-year-old dealer serving the last three weeks
'of a six-year sentence for drug offences.'
So... he's on day release, presumably?
'From Eastville Prison.'
Now, he was supposed to be on a construction site in Arundel
this morning, learning the finer points of bricklaying,
but he didn't show.
Due back for lock-in, then, presumably?
'Yeah, in half an hour.'
Call the prison.
If he's even a minute late, I wanna hear about it.
'Yeah. Look, boss...'
Probably best to mention that I know Preece of old.
I nicked him for joyriding a while back,
tried to get him on the straight and narrow.
'Ended up making a bit of a prat of myself in the process.
'Hard to believe, I know.' Very hard to believe, Norman (!)
'But I got him a job at my uncle's lumber yard.
'Two days in, he's got his hand in the till
'and a power drill down his pants.'
Sounds like he's graduated to more serious stuff.
'Yeah.'
Boss, Preece was no angel.
'But killing a teenager? I can't see him sinking that low.'
People change, Norman. Usually not for the better.
There's a cheerful thought (!)
Plus, he's been in Eastville.
Who knows what kind of mentors he met in there?
We suspect Tony was dealing.
And the man who knocked him off his bike
has form in that department.
His name is Ewan Preece.
Have you seen him before, Laura?
Is it a name you might recognise?
Somebody Tony might've talked about, maybe?
Look, if you're holding back because you're scared...
..I understand, I really do.
But if you want justice for Tony, we need to know what you know.
As in... everything.
SHE SNIFFS I just...
I don't know what you want me to say.
Look, we've spoken to Tony's tutor.
She was very surprised to hear that he was involved in dealing.
Are you sure you don't recognise him, Laura?
Yeah. I'm sure.
This is my card.
Call me anytime if you want to talk...
or if you feel scared.
Anything, OK?
Thank you.
DOOR OPENS, CLOSES
'Laid it on a bit thick in there.'
Think so? Yeah, I mean...
maybe she doesn't know anything.
Glenn, if you think she doesn't know anything,
then maybe you shouldn't be sitting your inspector's exam.
Nice (!)
Well, go on, then, genius. What do you think she's hiding?
I don't know.
Copper's nose. I've just got a feeling.
Ah, so now you've got a feeling.
There is something we're not seeing.
PHONE VIBRATES
Norman?
'Boss, Ewan Preece - he didn't make it back for lock-in.'
What's for dinner? Shepherd's pie.
One of your favourites, isn't it?
Oh, can you remind me
to book a taxi to take you to school tomorrow morning?
Ethan?
Book a taxi to take me to school tomorrow.
Oh, ha-ha (!)
I could walk.
You'll never get up in time. I could bike.
Lucas and Charlie bike, and they live further away.
No. No way. You are not biking to school.
Look...
..I've had a shit day.
OK? Not as shit as that cyclist.
Ethan! What...?
Forget it.
Norman, anything on Preece's location?
Yeah, his last known address before he got sent down
is under surveillance - house he shared with his sister.
Good. Glenn, can you head down there, supervise? Yeah, sure.
Now, I had a chat with the governor from Eastville.
Apparently, Preece shared a cell
with a Warren Tucker until last year.
Warren Tucker, I know that name. Heavy-duty villain.
Flooded coke into Brighton in the noughties.
Doing life for double murder.
So Tucker and Preece were close?
As two coats of paint.
Governor split 'em up, fearing Tucker's "undue influence".
What else have we got on Tucker?
He's a reputation for two things - extreme violence
and schooling his younger employees in the art of conducting business.
So, how much education did Ewan enjoy
before the governor split them up?
Well, maybe you're right, boss.
Maybe Preece has changed
and he's not the harmless moron that I remember.
We exercise extreme caution when apprehending Preece.
Please convey that to the team. Sure.
VOICEMAIL: 'Please leave your message after the tone.'
BEEP Jason...
It's me.
Forget your loyalty to Preece.
If you don't turn yourself in, I'm coming over there myself.
Yeah. Later.
The parents are flying over to view the body.
CLEO: Yeah. I volunteered for the welcome party.
Great. Good, good. You can calm the waters.
Do you think they'll be tricky?
Wealthy, Wall Street types...
They're probably gonna want answers.
And until we find Preece, I'm not sure we can give them any.
Speaking of which...
Will you leave that bloody thing alone?
Sorry. I'm just checking surveillance.
Oh, yeah, I'm still waiting on tox for Tony Robinson.
HE SIGHS
Sorry about the change of venue. I... just want it to be...
Locked and loaded?
Ready. THEY CHUCKLE
Beautiful. SHE CHUCKLES
Happy anniversary. Happy anniversary.
There's no going back now.
What do you mean?
Work is off limits for the rest of the night.
WHISPERS: That is fine by me. Liar!
I've been thinking about speeding things up a bit.
We don't know how fast either of us will sell our places...
Well, the agents say it's a seller's market.
Oh, they always say that.
And then there's buying a new place...
What are you suggesting?
Move in with me for a bit.
Call it a trial period.
What do you think?
Tomorrow?
What? I'll pack a suitcase tonight, and I'll move in tomorrow.
What about Glenn? He'll be fine.
He'll have the run of the place. He'll love it.
Tomorrow? Why?
Because I don't wanna make the same mistake twice.
Roy... I don't care what house, flat, bed we're in.
I just wanna see you when I wake up in the morning. That's it.
PHONE VIBRATES Take it.
Glenn.
'You'd better check the Argus website.
'Spinella's outdone himself.'
You just couldn't help it, could you?
Thought you were supposed to be with Cleo?
I was.
I'm not trying to undermine you, Glenn.
I'm just checking in, that's all.
Everything all right?
Yeah.
It's just this Spinella thing.
How did he get to the mechanics'
while Norman and Bella were still there?
GLENN SIGHS Dunno.
Bring him in? Sweat him?
With what?
He'll just say it was his keen journalistic instincts.
RADIO: 'All units, all units from OP-six, be aware.'
We have an incoming on foot,
Marion Gardens towards Maythorpe Road.
Cap's a match for the one he was wearing at the garage.
OK, incoming is believed to be the suspect, but... no positive ID.
'Now heading for the target house.'
Come on, what's the plan, boss?
Look, do we take him now, or do we wait till he's inside?
Take him. Repeat, take him.
Armed police! Show me your hands! Police!
Hands! Hands!
Hands! Down, down!
Get your hands on the floor, Preece!
Put your hands down on the floor! Preece! You're under arrest.
He put you up to this, didn't he?
To flush us out, see if we were watching you? What?
I'm just walking home. Wearing your brother's clothes?
What's going on? Evie.
Norman.
Where is he, Evie? Where's Ewan?
Just save us all a lot of bother and tell us.
I don't know.
I don't!
Get her out of here.
Well, if this is Preece trying to flush us out...
..he's picked the right spot.
Local police called to a scene in Kemptown.
It's Malcolm Charles.
Gunshot wounds to the right arm... and to the head.
Powder burn on the skin.
Up close and personal.
Professional, certainly.
They clearly knew what they were doing.
Poor sod. I feel bad at shouting at him now.
Ballistics?
Entry wound above the ear, slightly lower exit wound,
giving us a downward trajectory.
No bullet inside.
Looks like he dug it out and took it with him.
Very professional.
Which fits with the chest wounds. Neat, precise...
Is that salt? Yes.
Looks like he was tortured.
There's two reasons you torture someone -
you're a sadist, or you want information.
I know they're not mutually exclusive, but...
what are we looking at, if you had to pick?
The latter one, I'd say.
Given the neat, incremental wounds,
plus he took the trouble to bring the salt to the scene.
Why would someone torture Malcolm Charles?
No record, no history of criminality.
Unlike his nephew, Jason.
Preece hears about Jason doing a runner,
decides to get to him before us.
Malcolm refuses to give him up, so...
Well, why? Why would Preece go after Jason?
Shut him up.
About what? Location, plans...
things they might have divulged when they were inside.
But if he did send Tony under the truck,
why isn't he lying low?
I don't know.
But right now, he's the only person
linking Malcolm Charles to Tony Robinson.
And if you're right...
we need to find Jason before Preece does.
Come on, Norman, you've nicked him. Where do we start?
Well, Warren Tucker, I suppose.
Ethan?
I don't wanna make another one.
Another...? Memory box.
What if you get into another crash?
What if you're not so lucky next time?
I've got bad news for you, mate.
I'm not going anywhere.
You will never get rid of me.
Now, just do me a favour, yeah?
Keep your tracking app on when you go out, OK?
Sure, Mum.
Would you like to follow me?
Mr and Mrs Robinson.
Cleo Morey. Good afternoon.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
And having to travel so far to be here.
I think you're both very brave. Thank you.
This way.
Can I offer you a tea or a coffee?
No, thank you.
Thank you again for making the journey here.
DS Moy and I are here to offer as much illumination as we can
or try and answer any questions you might have
about the circumstances of Tony's tragic death.
I'm afraid your son suffered serious abrasions in the accident.
I would recommend you look at Tony through the viewing window.
I want to see him.
To hold him.
Hug him.
He's cold in there.
Yes, of course.
But please be prepared.
SHE SOBS
It's OK, I'm here now.
I'm here.
Tell us about the accident.
There were three vehicles involved.
Witness reports indicate... We know that.
What we wanna hear is your progress.
Any news on the pick-up driver?
What about the trucker?
The driver of the pick-up has not yet been found.
But our efforts are ongoing.
We will find him.
I... I'm sorry....
I'm just... trying to make sense of it all.
Of course.
And as soon as we have any more information,
we'll let you know.
Thank you.
I'm sorry.
There's a designated area outside if you'd like to smoke.
Sure thing.
Ethan! You've got dentist on Thursday.
DOG BARKS DISTANTLY
Oh, get a grip, Carly.
MAN: 'Mr Jones to the governor's office.
'Mr Jones to the governor's office.' DOOR BUZZES
HE GRUNTS
PANTS HEAVILY
Evening, Warren.
DS Norman Potting. WARREN GRUNTS
It's about Ewan. You're well acquainted, aren't you?
WARREN SIGHS
Look, he didn't make it back for lock-in.
He might be in some bother. WARREN SIGHS
'Mr Sebden, can you make your way to viewing, please?'
You know, me and you have got something in common.
WARREN SCOFFS Yeah.
You know, we both tried to help him. Steer him.
More fool us, eh?
UNDER HIS BREATH: Yeah.
How about... we give him another chance?
D'you know what sunk costs are?
An investment that's already been made...
and can't be recovered.
When I was in business,
I knew loads of people just didn't get that.
They're thinking if they've lost a million,
well, they might as well blow two or three.
Hang in there. See it through.
But not you? Nah, not me.
I got a buzz out of cutting my losses.
Walking away and never looking back.
No matter how much I put in, how much I lost.
The more, the merrier.
Do you understand?
Ewan Preece... is a sunk cost?
First day of his parole, he got shitfaced in the Bull
when he should've been on site in Arundel.
He smashed his mirror in a pub car park
and got it fixed, hoping that I wouldn't hear about it.
I mean... HE SCOFFS
Vain hope? It was the deception I didn't like.
You're very well informed, Warren.
Preece is beyond help.
Right, so you don't believe in second chances?
That was his second chance.
DOOR OPENS, CLOSES
ROY: How d'you feel about your brother getting out?
I feel... great about it.
You're close? Yeah.
Not as close as you were, though?
Six years apart'll do that.
What about Warren Tucker? Did he come between you?
Looked after Ewan. He was a mate.
Got him to do some A-levels.
Right.
Malcolm Charles.
SHE SCOFFS If you're saying Ewan did this...
It's just... There's no way.
Right, then help us find him. Eliminate him.
I don't know where he is, I swear.
You seemed frightened, Evie.
I've waited a long time for him to get out.
Is it fair to say that prison has changed Ewan?
How much of that is down to Tucker's influence, do you think?
Tucker's son was a junkie, killed himself.
He saw Ewan as, I dunno, a surrogate?
Second chance?
Ewan was working at a construction firm
as part of his day release.
He pranged their pick-up truck on his first day, but he was...
more scared of Tucker's reaction than the governor's.
Why was he scared? Mm...
Had a few at lunchtime with a mate, and the truck was company-use only.
Enough to nix his day release?
So he got Jason to fix the mirror, no questions asked.
That's it.
No, that's not "it", Evie.
He put Tony Robinson under the wheels of a truck.
We just don't know why.
SHE WHIMPERS
When did you last see him?
OK, yeah.
He let himself in this afternoon. I was at work.
And you didn't see him?
No. I... did in the park.
He gave me his clothes to wear.
S-Said he needed to know if it was safe
to stay a night at mine before he got out.
So not only did he callously use you,
he asked you to lie to us, albeit by omission.
That is a serious offence, Evie.
How could you believe a word he says? Hmm?
About the pick-up truck? About what he has or hasn't done?
About anything, really?
Don't know. SHE INHALES SHARPLY
Did he say where he was going?
He wouldn't tell me.
Said it was... SHE SNIFFLES
..better if I didn't know.
GATE OPENS
SOFTLY: Shit.
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
I was passing by.
SHE SIGHS C'mon, Glenn.
Sorry about this morning.
No. No, look, I'm sorry.
For loitering with intent...
..and for putting you on the spot.
I mean, they're fair questions. More than fair.
I'm sorry my answers have been so vague.
All I can tell you is that... I'm not trying to make a point...
..or hurt you or anything.
I just need to get my head straight.
OK. I got it.
DOOR OPENS
DOOR CLOSES
So, as soon as the press get a sniff of Malcolm Charles,
we're gonna have a panic on our hands.
We need to be ready.
Well, that's a relief.
I'm moving in with Cleo...
..tomorrow.
Wow.
Congratulations. Thanks.
Just, er... Just one thing.
Am I out on my ear?
Not as long as you continue feeding Marlon.
Are you gonna be all right?
Seriously?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, of course I am.
Don't need to worry about me, OK? Old timer.
GLENN CHUCKLES
KNOCKING
DRIVER: Argh!
PANICKED BREATHING
Thank you for calling. Yes, I'm outside the front now.
I'll see you in a minute.
DSI Grace! How goes it?
Any leads on Ewan Preece?
How'd you know about Preece?
Well... put two and two together.
"Two and two"? Hm.
Care to elucidate?
Sure.
Your lot made a big noise outside his sister's place yesterday,
and my man in Eastville says that Ewan skipped lock-up.
Ergo, he's your hit-and-run driver.
But did he kill Malcolm Charles?
What were you doing outside that mechanics'?
Answering a question with a question is very Messianic.
And before you say "coincidence" or "anonymous source"
or some other bullshit, know this - your piece got Malcolm killed,
and now Jason has gone underground,
and our best chance of finding Preece has gone with him.
What were you doing outside the mechanics'?
My job - following a lead. You should try it.
Ooh, careful. You might do something you regret.
Hit me, for example.
That's a bad example.
OK. Look, my man at Eastville says
that Ewan and Jason were cell-mates.
The mechanics' is down on Jason's parole sheet
as his place of work.
Happy?
We hadn't identified Preece as a suspect then.
So unless you had and weren't sharing,
which is obstruction, in my book, no, I'm not happy.
I know you're getting help, Kevin.
I just don't know how.
Who.
Sorry, you've lost me.
Oh, come on. All these scoops, exclusives.
It's not because you're the Carl Bernstein of Brighton, is it?
I don't know who that is. HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
That figures.
Well, thanks, Superintendent. It's always a pleasure (!)
If you so much as mention Preece's name -
in print, online, wherever -
it will be the last thing you ever do.
JAMES: 'The time and date of your court hearing has been set.
'It's next Tuesday at 11am.'
Right. Of course. KNOCK ON DOOR
RECEPTIONIST: Carly, your ten o'clock's here.
'My guess is you'll lose your driver's licence for a year.'
A year?!
'Yes. Hopefully not longer.'
Well, how am I supposed to take Ethan to school or get to work?
KNOCK ON DOOR Just give me a minute, please?
'Everything OK?' Yeah. Sorry.
'Ready for the address for the magistrates'?'
Er...
Yep, ready.
Whatever it takes, we have to find Ewan Preece today.
Where did he go when he left his sister's?
Where'd he stash the pick-up?
We know he was in touch with Jason from Eastville.
We do, but Jason's AWOL - not a sniff.
OK, so who else? Check his cell-mates, but don't stop there.
Who else was he close to apart from Warren Tucker?
Who were his regular visitors?
Yeah, I paid Warren Tucker a visit last night.
He's not gonna help.
Why not? His boy's in trouble?
He says Ewan is a "sunk cost". Claims he's written him off.
Wow that's cold.
Yeah, IF we buy it. I'm not sure you do.
OK, well, regardless of that,
they were kept apart before Ewan's release,
so he had to make new pals on the cell block - who were they?
Let's not forget his mates before he went down.
He's got a long record. I doubt he was offending on his own.
He wasn't. No, I know these boys he used to knock about with.
I mean, "boys" - men now.
Well, let's pay them a visit. And his family.
Oh, he hasn't got any family, has he? Just the sister.
Oh, and by the way, we need to keep looking over our shoulders.
Spinella?
I caught him today in the company of Tony Robinson's father.
Ah, we can expect some headlines, then?
"Victim's parents say police are dragging their feet".
I think he's planning more than that.
You give him too much credit.
That's exactly what I said. Yes, you did.
and then he turned up outside Jason Charles's front door.
We must not underestimate Spinella.
HE GASPS
Roger Ferguson - the lorry driver who ran Tony over.
And that's Jason -
last seen outrunning Norman and I on Kemptown Road.
Well, we got him in the end, eh?
Feels like a million years ago.
Preece is still the common thread.
He knew Jason from Eastville and got him to fix his wing mirror.
We're still missing a why.
Even if Preece targeted Tony over some drug deal...
why kill Ferguson?
Also, why stick around in Brighton?
Why put the bodies on display, put them where they'll be found,
when you're wanted for a hit-and-run?
Something's off.
Three murders. Three victims.
All of whom we can link to your brother.
Where is he, Evie?
I just don't believe you when you say you haven't got an inkling.
Hasn't been easy between you two, has it?
We checked Ewan's visitation log at Eastville.
You were a weekly fixture for five years,
but since Christmas... not one visit.
Had a falling-out.
I was so looking forward to him coming home, moving back in.
We were in foster care together, and...
..suddenly, he had other plans.
OK.
Tucker sorted him a place.
Ewan said it was near the harbour.
That's all I know.
OK, we're gonna pause it there for a few minutes.
Excuse us, Evie.
DOOR OPENS
'So, the harbour...'
Check Tucker's assets,
any recent purchases by close family members.
Also, a targeted ANPR around the harbour
for Preece's pick-up truck.
We're close, Glenn. We're close.
Roy?
Cameras caught a blue pick-up on Harbour Road
bearing various hallmarks of Preece's truck.
Where did he end up? We don't know.
Footage shows the pick-up entering the harbour via the east entrance.
And after that, nothing - trail goes cold.
Get on to the harbour. Foursquare search?
And whenever the next sonar sweep is due, bring it forward.
BELLA: It's Preece's pick-up.
Yeah, that's Ewan.
It's Ewan Preece.
CLEO: Doesn't look like he made much effort to get away.
Suicide?
SHE SIGHS Dead man's grip.
Rigor mortis?
Well, the suddenness of immersion brings it on fast...
But not so fast he couldn't let go of the wheel.
SHE SIGHS What is it?
His hands have been glued to the wheel.
Christ!
They say that drowning's one of the worst ways to go.
So he was tortured, basically.
Malcolm Charles mark two.
Not quite. You asked me if I thought Malcolm was tortured
for information or pure sadism.
I said the former.
But this looks like the latter?
The level of theatricality, the preparation required,
the risks involved... feels personal.
OK, so what're we looking at?
A cold-blooded killer devolving into a psycho?
Or the change speaks to the victimology.
From their injuries, I'd say Malcolm and Jason aren't primary victims -
they were just a means to an end to find Preece.
OK, so if not Preece, then who?
Who killed four people without leaving a witness
or a single forensic trace?
Tucker?
We can't rule him out, but we have to step back now.
Right back.
OK, in the light of Preece's death it seems unlikely
that he meant to send Tony under the wheels of the truck,
so we have an accidental death
that seems to have been a catalyst for four murders.
We can't be sure about that.
No, but if all four murders link back to Tony,
we have to ask ourselves why?
What is it about him?
Your investigation has been slow,
reactive and achieved the square root of sod all -
something thrown into sharp relief by the death of your prime suspect.
Turns out Preece is a victim -
indeed the victim who's been made to suffer the most.
It would seem so, yes, sir.
You've wasted a day, and now there's this to contend with.
Read the terms and conditions.
"£100,000 for information
"leading to the identity of the suspect."
Talk about paraffin on the flames.
This is Spinella all over.
Not that you're obsessed with him at all (!)
He has someone in East Sussex Police.
Every crime scene, he's there straight after us, sometimes...
Enough!
Stop fixating on Spinella,
and I suggest you find a new, viable suspect
so we can reassure people that we have a clue what we're doing.
Yes, sir.
This is a very challenging and fast-moving case.
If this was the Met, you and I both know
that we would have 50 bodies on this.
As it is, my team worked until dawn and were back in at 8am
for a briefing, and they will do the same tonight
and tomorrow night and for however long it takes
until we catch this man.
What's your point?
Your loyalty... is appreciated.
The National Crime Agency just called
to offer their help and expertise.
I thanked them sincerely and told them we had the job in hand.
How's that for loyalty?
All right?
So, CCTV caught a man leaving the harbour on foot at 2am.
Run him up the flagpole,
then trawl all known associates of Warren Tucker.
Yeah, I'm on it.
Oh, and Hampshire spent quite a lot of money
on facial recognition software only last year.
Ah, well, sharing's caring - I'll give 'em a call.
What would I do without you, Norman? NORMAN CHUCKLES
SIGHS
Don't forget to get me early for the dentist.
I'm sending a taxi from Alpha Weald. I've told the school.
Can it be George?
Can it be George from Alpha Weald?
Ah, well, I'll ask, but no promises.
Why can't you take me?
I've... got to go and do something.
What?
SIGHS
I'm going to see the parents of the American boy.
What are you going to say to them?
That I'm sorry. But it wasn't your fault.
Why don't you tell them about Dad? I might.
You could give them something. I don't think that's appropriate.
To show them that you mean it! Anybody can say sorry.
Hm.
Good steer on the facial mapping, boss.
Hampshire came through for us.
We ran the face of the bloke exiting the harbour.
CCTV at Gatwick picked this up.
American national - John Nash?
Arrived from Paris three days ago.
Put out an all units - ports and airports.
We need to throw a net over the city now.
American.
Bella, four hubs we know he's spent time in -
the harbour, Evie's place, M23, and the mechanics'...
And we know when. Yeah.
Cross-reference CCTV and ANPR
for any cars showing up in all of those places. I'm on it.
This man is American, and obviously, the Robinsons are American.
I mean, it would be remiss of us not to look for some kind of link, no?
Well, they certainly have means and motive.
Remember Laura Cadman's reaction
when we suggested that she might have to ID Tony's body?
Yeah, she was... she was worried.
She was scared.
And what was Pat Robinson doing with Spinella?
Listen to the wording here...
"£100,000 for information
"leading to the identity of the suspect."
Not "leading to the arrest and conviction",
"leading to the identity".
They're straying into vigilante territory.
But to focus on the suspect's identity, that's...
..aggressive, it's revealing.
Pat Robinson is... is just an accountant.
A Wall Street accountant.
That kind of wealth buys you power, influence,
the expectation that you get everything your own way.
Yeah. Except we have no proof that they are behind this.
Well, let's go and find some.
TONY: 'Hey. Thought we didn't have secrets.
'Especially one Wesley's in on and I'm not.'
The last thing he said to me. To anyone.
They were my drugs.
Why did you lie? I didn't wanna get in trouble.
Trouble? A few pills? First offence?
What's that, community service? Suspended sentence?
You let us believe that those pills belonged to him,
and because of that, you risked derailing our entire investigation.
Why did you do that?
Was that the same reason you didn't wanna identify Tony's body?
What is it about his parents, Laura? Why are you so scared of them?
So...
..Tony's mother, her real name is Giordino.
Her father is Sal Giordino -
head of the most powerful crime family on the East Coast.
Does that have anything to do with the bullet wound, the scar?
Yeah. He was ten.
He got shot while he was riding in a car with his grandfather.
Right, so the bullet was for him? Sal?
The murders on the news, I mean, that's because of Tony, isn't it?
Well, given what you've just told us, I think so, yeah.
It's revenge. What about the reward they put up?
That was a diversion. A smokescreen.
Yeah, and it almost worked.
BELLA: 'We've got a navy Astra caught on camera
'near two of the hubs - mechanics' and the harbour.'
'Did you run the plates?'
'The Astra was hired three days ago at Gatwick Airport.'
Course it was.
'He used a credit card but in a different name.'
Listen, we think Fernanda's put out multiple hits.
Everyone connected with Tony's death has been tortured and killed.
No, not everyone. Carly Chase.
Hi, hello. I'm Carly Chase?
Go down there. Take a right.
PHONE VIBRATES
You've got some balls coming here.
I'm not going to pretend
that I understand what you must be going through.
But we do have something in common. We do?
What is this junk?
My son's memory box.
His father, Kes, passed away in a skiing accident last year.
And that's what you think we have in common? We both lost someone?
I'm sorry!
I am so... so sorry about Tony.
Found that on the beach in Corsica.
Ethan was five.
Don't milk it, sweetheart.
He wanted you to have something from his box.
Your son did? Yeah.
That's sweet of him.
Corsica?
Corsica.
Thank you. Thank you.
We'll walk out with you.
Detective Superintendent Roy Grace.
Fernanda Giordino? What's going on?
Right, come with me, please.
I'm not going to waste your time or mine.
I'm just gonna make a heartfelt plea. Call him off.
I don't know what you're... Call him off.
Before anybody else gets hurt. Am I under arrest?
We have no grounds to arrest you.
Then I'd like to go about my business.
Make the call, Fernanda.
Listen, buddy... we're grieving parents.
If your implication is that my wife's family somehow...
Of course that's his implication.
Oh, you're Sal Giordino's daughter, all right.
He liked a little theatricality, didn't he?
And a lot of pain.
I wish you luck... with your investigation, Detective.
Killing, torture, it's not going to bring Tony back.
It won't make you feel better.
How the hell do you know?
I know what you've done.
And it will catch up with you in the end, I promise.
You're only as strong as your weakest link, Fernanda.
And I will find that link between you and Nash,
and you will die in prison.
He says they're Mafia. Is that true?
What did you talk about, Carly? What did you tell 'em?
We talked about losing someone. We talked about Ethan.
Your son? Where's your son now? At school?
Yes, but a taxi is about to take him to the dentist.
OK, call the school.
We need to get you and Ethan somewhere safe right now.
DIAL TONE
PHONE RINGS RECEPTIONIST: Hello, can I help?
Er, yeah, I'm Mike from Alpha Weald,
collecting Ethan Chase for his dental appointment?
It's usually, er, George that gets him,
but, er, I think he's on an airport job or something.
OK. I do have a note of Ethan's dental appointment.
Preston Dental Clinic?
That's right, but I have him down as being picked up at two.
Oh, yeah, well, his, er, mom called the office
and said she, er, wanted him collected early
cos the traffic on the seafront is awful.
Tell me about it. That's my route home.
Oh, gosh. I'm sorry! RINGING CONTINUES
He's in Geography. I'm sure he can leave early.
Sorry, kid. George wasn't available.
It's OK.
MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO
# I'm here in my bed I'm seeing like
# You're like my poison Poison
# Poison... #
This isn't the way to the dentist.
You're right, Ethan, it's not.
Not his usual place, anyways.
Right. So he's working somewhere else?
Temporarily? "Temporarily"?
That's a big word for a little kid.
I didn't know big words like that at your age.
What's your name?
Tooth.
I got no reception down here. You?
Argh! Urgh!
ETHAN COUGHS
Right, her description matches that of Nash.
Now, Ethan had an appointment at the dentist today.
Somehow, he knew that. Probably snuck into Carly's place.
Bugged the phone, maybe? Doesn't matter how he knew, he knew.
The question is now how do we find him?
A son for a son. We should've seen this coming.
It's not your fault, boss. Tell that to Ethan!
OK, we need to plot an arc around the school.
How far could he have got in any direction within 30 minutes?
Belt and braces. I'll do a road check
on major routes up to an hour away.
I want all ports alert,
everyone cleaving to the kidnap manual, no deviations.
Boss.
You've got to find him. You've got to find him!
Carly, listen to me. We're going to get Ethan back.
But we need your help, OK?
NICK: Does Ethan have a mobile? Yes, and he's got a tracking app.
He promised me he'd keep it on.
Well? Can they see him?
Track him? I'm sorry, Carly.
ETHAN: Help! Help!
HE BANGS ON WALL Help! Let me out!
He promised he'd keep it activated!
His phone went offline 20 minutes ago.
The last place we tracked it to was a car park near the marina.
TEXT ALERT
What?! What does it say, Carly?
Er...
PHONE RINGS
'Bella, we're just leaving the school now.'
'We think Ethan's got his dad's smartwatch.
'If we're right, he's in Shoreham Harbour.'
DIAL TONE
NORMAN: 'I'm heading to the last-known location
'of Ethan's phone - looks like it's by the marina.
'I don't think we've got much time, boss.'
SIREN BLARES
It's been severed, and recently.
I've spotted Nash on CCTV in the marina car park.
'He dropped something getting Ethan in his car.
'A tide chart.'
Is there a date on the chart? 'Hang on.
'This week. Mean something to you?'
Not really. 'Shit.'
Stop! Please! Please!
It hurts, stop! All right, just be quiet now, kid.
'Interpol coughed up what they have on Nash.
'Reckon he used to go by the name of "James John Robertson",
'ex-Navy Seal turned professional killer, AKA Tooth.'
Oh, great (!)
Call for back-up.
Get off of me! Get off me!
Argh! Get off! Nash, don't!
Argh!
Police! Stop!
Help! Pull me up! Pull me up!
OK. Ethan, I've got you. Argh!
Stop!
Pull me up! Pull me up! OK...
Help! Argh!
Hold on!
Ugh! Oh! Argh!
Argh!
GLENN CHOKES
HE GASPS FOR AIR
Argh!
ETHAN GRUNTS Please! I'm slipping!
I'm slipping! Argh!
ETHAN SCREAMS Argh!
Oh!
HIGH-PITCHED RINGING
Argh! Please!
Pull me up! Please!
SHOUTING: Glenn!
Glenn! ETHAN GRUNTS
Glenn! ETHAN STRAINS
Argh! Please!
GRACE STRAINS Glenn!
Pull me up! Pull me up!
THEY STRAIN
GRACE PANTS
You OK? You OK?
We've got him. We need an ambulance now!
THEY PANT
Oh!
Thank you.
Brave lad.
He kept his head while I was most definitely losing mine.
That's normally my job.
I should've gone in.
And then what?
I let him get away.
Speaking personally, I'm glad you didn't go in.
Hey... You saved his life.
Quite probably mine, too.
Can I get that in writing?
Oh, what's up, boss? Game of tug-of-war?
Yeah.
So, you didn't fancy giving us a hand, then, Norman?
What? What, and spoil all your fun?
What?
Divers are still in the water. No sign of our man.
How's Ethan?
He's OK. Getting there.
Is there any news? I know he's gonna ask.
Well, it seems that being dunked into Shoreham Harbour
wasn't part of Nash's plan.
In his haste to get away, he called the Robinsons' home number
in New York from a payphone.
How do you know?
The FBI were monitoring the line at our behest.
It seems Fernanda lost her temper, and her portion of the call
is deemed - and I quote - "compromising and actionable".
I like the sound of that.
So do I.
An arrest is imminent.
Nash, though, is a different story.
We know he got as far as Paris, and then after that... nothing.
So, what have you decided, Carly?
We're gonna take our chances.
Install new locks, alarms, cameras.
OK.
Well, if you find yourself looking over your shoulder,
we can still talk about relocating.
Way I see it, with her resources,
if she really wanted to find us, she could.
Outer Hebrides, Timbuktu.
That's probably true.
And life is dangerous wherever you are, right?
Inherently?
It's not without risks, certainly.
So... you're staying put.
Final answer? Final answer.
You know what?
I won't be looking over my shoulder.
Not in my nature.
PHONE VIBRATES
SHE BREATHES SHAKILY
Annette, can you put Bruno on?
Hi, Mum.
I'm sorry, darling.
I'm gonna be away a bit longer, I'm afraid.
'What are you doing?'
I'm looking for an old friend.
If I find them, I'll introduce you.
How about that?
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