01x13 - Honour Bound

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Shahid Nafoor?

What?

Nobody said two of you.
Oh, don't worry about him.

He's a puppy. Ain't you?

Yeah.

'Come on, we can't be
standing here all night.'

We've got four cameras supposed to be
delivering pictures. Why is it not working?

Low ceilings, all this concrete,

interferes with the signal.

We've got no visual on the target.
I'm trying to fix it.

Matt, Matt.

Get back in the car.

'Get back to the car.
We were told to stay here.'

Good.

Give him the dosh.

He's got a g*n!

Ronnie!

Jimmy!
He pulled a bloody g*n on me.

It just went off. Oh, God!

Jimmy. You all right, son?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on, we've got to save him, Ron.

Come on, come on.
Come on, son, stay with us.

Where did the g*n come from?
He pulled it out.

Target's been sh*t.
Get an ambulance down here quick as.

Somebody'd better tell me
how this happened.

DS Jimmy Valentine, guv.
This is on me.

The target had a g*n. I thought he
was going to sh**t me and Ron here.

I tried to disarm him and,
in the struggle, the g*n went off.

You two'd better get your clothes
over to Forensics.

You're entitled to a Fed rep.

Yeah, of course.

Simple operation, you said.
No-one should have got hurt.

Listen, we didn't bring the g*n,
guv.

DPS wants statements first thing.

Total transparency. Yes?

Anybody got a light?
Right...investigation.

Well, we all know what happened.

Matty, you saw Nafoor
go for the g*n, yeah?

Well, I saw the struggle definitely.

You sure that's how it started?
Yeah, I wasn't thinking straight.

I was trying to save this fella
here.

I wouldn't be here without you, Jim,
thanks. That's all right.

I'm sorry, guys, yeah? Don't worry,
Jim. You didn't have a choice, mate.

So you're round the back opening
the boot when you hear a sh*t.

Shahid Nafoor must have been waiting
until it was one on one.

Just keep to the facts, DS Brooks.
I'll make my own interpretations.

How many sh*ts were fired?
Just the one.

Had Shahid Nafoor been at all threatening
in his behaviour prior to the sh**ting?

Not while I was
at the front of the car.

He didn't seem at all agitated,
anxious?

Well, it was a dr*gs deal.
Everyone gets a bit anxious.

How did this operation come about?

DS Valentine brought us a tip-off

regarding a large amount
of pure-grade heroin

that was about to come
into the country.

Why did he come to you specifically?

We both joined CID around about the same time,
worked alongside each other for several years.

Do you know him socially?

Is that relevant?
If I've asked you, yes.

Yes, we've socialised.

Has he ever contacted you
with tip-offs before now?

No.

Then why this time?

Because it was on our patch.
And that's the only reason?

It's enough, isn't it?

So you got out of the car,
contrary to operational briefing?

The signals weren't coming through.
There was interference.

I was concerned that we wouldn't get
a visual on the target.

Did DS Moynihan tell you
to get back in the car?

Yeah, she did, but...
Then why didn't you?

I didn't want to leave my colleagues
exposed. I was using my initiative.

Instead of keeping to your assigned
duty in the assigned location?

You have to make the best decisions, in
limited time, with the available resources.

Did you have a clear view of DS Brooks
as he walked to the back of the car?

No. There were concrete pillars
in the way.

Did you have a clear view of
DS Valentine and Shahid Nafoor?

Pretty much.

Yes.

Did you see Shahid Nafoor
pull a g*n on DS Valentine?

All right, mate.
All right, partner, what you having?

A pint, please, Dawn.

That DPS lady's a bundle of fun, ain't she? I
thought she was going to become the third Mrs Brooks.

I didn't see Shahid Nafoor
pull the g*n.

I don't think it happened that way.
I told her. I'm not going to lie.

Who said anything about lying?

You told me exactly what to say
right after the incident.

No, I didn't. I was just going through
what happened cos it was so quick.

Anyway, I've pulled everything
we've got on Shahid Nafoor.

And the reason for that is?

Well, if I've got the DPS on
my back, I want to know the full SP.

Anyway, it turns out
this Nafoor character

was arrested by uniform
last week in Brixton

with half a kilo of heroin on him.

OK, which proves
he was a drug dealer.

If he was arrested last week, what
was he doing meeting us last night?

He should have been banged up.
He got out on bail.

He wasn't even charged.

Doesn't make any sense.

Where are you going with this, Matty?

I reckon there's something bigger
going on here.

And I reckon your mate Jimmy
knows all about it.

Thought I'd find you here.
Jimmy.

I just got the news the DPS woman's
happy we're in the clear.

Thank God for that, eh?

What you having, Jim?
Er...pint of that one. Ta.

I really shouldn't be
digging around on other cases.

I wouldn't ask if it wasn't
important. Did you find anything?

You were right. Shahid Nafoor was
arrested for possession of heroin.

So what was he doing out on
the street in a drug deal last night?

He should've been charged
and remanded in custody.

Then why wasn't he?
I can't find that out.

Restricted access.

I need to find out
why he was released.

Too many coincidences here.

Why don't you try his brother?

Last known address was a flat
by Smithfield Market.

I knew it...

..when he didn't come back
last night.

I knew it.

They got to him.
And I'm gonna be next.

What do you mean?
Who got to your brother, Omar?

Omar?

Clyde Mason. My brother
was a dr*gs runner for him.

Must have heard about the deal
you lot made with Shahid.

Letting him off to give evidence
against Mason.

What are you talking about?
What deal?

The police told Shahid to keep
working, so Mason wouldn't suspect.

They wanted Shahid to be their man
on the inside.

So Shahid was a police informant?

Last couple of days he was worried
Clyde Mason had found out.

So who was his police handler?

Omar, do you know the names of any of
the officers that he was working with?

He wouldn't tell me, all right? We
ain't talking any more, all right?

Otherwise they'll be coming for me
next.

Omar, I'm sorry about your brother.
This was a terrible accident.

They make it look like an accident.

Mason's hands are clean.
That man's hands are always clean.

I'm telling you,
Mason had my brother k*lled.

So the conclusion you're jumping to
is...

No.
..is that Jimmy Valentine,

a serving and respected
police officer,

sh**t dead Shahid Nafoor
on behalf of Clyde Mason.

Ron...

I didn't tell the DPS the full story.

I wasn't certain, but this...

..it backs up what I saw.

What did you see?
I'll tell you what I didn't see.

I didn't see Shahid move first. In
fact, if anything, I think I saw...

I think I saw Jimmy go for his g*n.

Matt, you just said it. You THINK
you saw. How sure are you?

The bloke was arrested last week.
He shouldn't have been out at all.

I asked you how sure. 20%, 80%, 40%?

I'm sure what I didn't see!

I did not see Shahid go for his g*n!

Didn't see it.

Not good enough. You could ruin a
man's career. Ronnie, listen! Wait!

Listen. Just tell me one thing. Why would an
informant turn his g*n on a police officer?

It doesn't make any sense. I'll tell
you what doesn't make any sense.

You throwing around your accusations when you're
not even sure of what you've seen. Excuse me.

There's only two people
who know what happened.

One of them's dead and one of them
happens to be Jimmy Valentine.

I'm sorry.

Look, I know this is difficult, Ron,
and that's why I came to you.

But I'm not going behind your back.
I need you with me on this one.

Jimmy Valentine is a good copper,
OK? I'm not with you on this one.

Six years ago, before Clyde Mason started
taking control of South London's drug trade,

Jimmy Valentine arrested him
for possession.

So how does that put
Valentine and Mason in cahoots?

Mason got off.
The case never got to court.

Just like it won't this time.

And both times
Jimmy Valentine's involved.

Matt, do you realise what you're
saying? This is bad enough -

a civilian death - without you
making it into a conspiracy.

Guv, I can't ignore this.

I need to find out why those charges
were dropped six years ago against Mason.

And I need you to be comfortable
with that.

You've got till this time tomorrow.

After that, I've got to tell the DPS
what you've just told me. Thank you.

Clyde Mason: possession charge
six years ago. Never got to court

cos the confiscated dr*gs went
walkabout from the evidence store.

From the station?

One moment it was there,
the next conveniently mislaid.

Mislaid from the evidence store
at the arresting CID?

And without it, no case.

Was Jimmy Valentine on duty
when this evidence went missing?

Along with 17 other officers.

Investigation found no fault
with anyone on shift that day.

No fault. Terrific
Matt, this doesn't prove anything.

Except that Valentine always seems to be
around whenever something funny happens.

You should talk to Ronnie.

I tried. It didn't go too well.

Morning, Ron.

Have you been following me, Jimmy?

Man of routine like you? Friday
morning: white coffee, two sugars,

fresh bit of fish for supper.

You...er...got a light?

And I'm a man of routine?

You've never had a light, Jim.

So how are your girls, then? Always
getting the better of me, Jim.

You know what women are like.
Take after their mum, do they?

Dear me, we had some times, eh?

I've been thinking a lot about that
lately.

All them days I had to sober you up.

Well, that's 1,807 days clean now,
Jim, and I'm very proud of it, mate.

I always knew you'd do it,
even when you doubted yourself.

Enough of the This Is Your Life
routine, Jimmy. What's going on?

Your boy, Devlin...

DS Devlin. And he ain't my boy.

He's asking questions,
nosing through files.

On Clyde Mason.

So? Well, if he's got questions,
why don't he come to me direct?

Billy, do me a favour, mate, please.
Can you bag up that bit of mullet?

No problems, Ron.

Let me talk to him.

I need to be there.
You know, face to face.

Nothing I should know, is there, Jim?
Nothing going on?

No.

£5, please, mate.
Lovely. Cheers, Billy.

Here you are. On me.

What are friends for, eh?

I'm starting to think you want
to marry me.

I'm sorry? Well,
you're so interested in my past.

Well, I was investigating
Clyde Mason.

And your name came up.
A couple of times, actually.

Going after Mason?

Why didn't you say? You should have
talked to me first.

Did you know that Shahid Nafoor was
one of Clyde Mason's dr*gs runners?

Are you interviewing me?

No, I'm not.

So tell me what you're investigating
Clyde Mason for.

Why? So you can tip him off?

Say that again.

Say it again, son.

Matty, why don't you wait outside?

Where were you six years ago...

..when that evidence went missing
from Clyde Mason's possession charge?

Matt!

Outside.

He's a one.

He's a one, all right.

But you didn't answer his question,
Jimmy.

You what?

Did you know that Shahid Nafoor
used to work for Clyde Mason?

Oh, don't you start.

You see, the thing is if anyone wanted
to investigate my past collars, Jim...

..well, it'd be like
water off a duck's back.

What is this, eh?
All the stuff I've done for you.

Don't lean on our past, Jim.

Leave this one alone, Ron.

I won't say it again.

My old man used to say
there's no such thing as a friend.

Friends will always let you down.

I used to look at him and think
what a miserable old bastard.

I'd argue with him and say:
Dad, you're wrong, mate.

I bet he's looking down at me now
laughing his head off.

Ron, mate, it gives me no...

Jimmy Valentine bought my fish
for me today.

It felt like he was buying me off.

Come on. Jimmy's partner,
what was she called?

I don't know anything about this.

What is the point of me
doing this job, DS Moynihan,

if all of my work is going to be
undermined by people like you?

Don't put this on me, right? I never
wanted to be partnered with him.

This last year's been
the worst of my career.

And why is that exactly?
Just leave me alone, all right?

I've got a funny feeling about the other night
in that car, Anna. All those fuzzy pictures.

Did Jimmy get you to sabotage those images,
so we'd never have a clean recording?

Is that what was going on?

Anna?
Answer the question, Anna.

He said there were things
that I wasn't aware of.

Things like?

When we got there
before you boys showed up...

..Jimmy told me that if anything untoward
came up, I should follow whatever he said.

So you knew that DS Valentine
was going to sh**t Shahid Nafoor?

On my life, I didn't know.

Then why didn't you say anything
after it happened?

I've been taking money, all right?

Jimmy gives me my cut. If I sold him
out, I'm selling myself out as well.

Let me get this straight.

You and Jimmy are both on the take from Clyde
Mason, the biggest dr*gs dealer in South London?

I didn't know that was where
the money came from.

It doesn't take a genius, Anna,
does it?

What are you going to do?
No.

What are YOU going to do,
Detective Sergeant?

Well, I'm giving you a chance
to put your version of events.

How many are watching?

Are you in there, Ron?

You happy, son?

I should be in there doing this.

You're part of the incident.

We know you manufactured the
sh**ting to look like an accident.

You sh*t Shahid Nafoor
on Clyde Mason's instructions

to stop Shahid
giving evidence against Mason.

No, no, someone's got it in for me.
I'm being stitched up here.

Your partner Anna Moynihan...

..she told us everything.
She sold you out, I'm afraid.

I've been putting villains away
for 30 years.

'Well, we are going to charge you
with the m*rder of Shahid Nafoor.'

There was a struggle.

He pulled a g*n on me.

I saved DS Brooks's life.

Yeah...

Wait.

I'm not finished with you yet.

We've struggled to get Clyde Mason
for years.

He is the the major player
in the supply of street dr*gs.

The failure to get Clyde Mason
all but cost my predecessor his job.

He's not going to do the same to me.

So I want you to offer Jimmy Valentine an
arrangement under a Section 71 notice...

..in return for everything he knows
about Mason.

Jimmy Valentine sh*t a man
in cold blood.

If we get Clyde Mason, it will save countless lives
and put the suppliers of dr*gs on the back foot.

Now, if this means
we go easy on Jimmy Valentine,

I can live with that.

This has nothing to do with the adverse
publicity of a police officer on trial for m*rder?

James!

You take the moral high ground,
you stop me policing efficiently.

I'm asking for your cooperation
with the bigger picture.

Will you put the deal
to Jimmy Valentine

or do I express my displeasure
to your superior?

I don't like it any more than you do.
You couldn't like it any less.

This is about joined-up thinking.
It's about not thinking at all!

Doing what's expedient,
rather than what's right.

James, that is enough.
We need to compromise.

Scale down the charge
in exchange for information.

Whatever information Valentine has
isn't commensurate with a man's life!

Are we saying m*rder's OK, so long as
you get Clyde Mason's email address?

You're not the only one with principles, not
the only one who has to swallow them down.

You've been given a task here.

Please, do your job.

We'll charge manslaughter
accepting Mr Valentine's story

if he tells us every detail of
his transactions with Clyde Mason.

Who's pulling your strings, eh?

I bet you're hating
every minute of this.

Do we have an agreement?
No, we don't.

It's an Alice In Wonderland proposal.

You need to realign your expectations
quite spectacularly, James.

We expect nothing less than complete immunity
and entry into the witness protection programme.

Expect whatever you like, but I won't disrespect
a dead man's honour by giving in to your wish-list.

A dealer pulled a g*n. There was a
struggle, during which the g*n went off.

Evelyn, I'm looking forward to
seeing you run that before a jury.

I'm looking forward to it myself,
given that you have no case.

We've got sworn evidence
from Anna Moynihan.

Good luck with that. She'll tell you
black's white if you pay her enough.

Yeah, well, you'd know.

You show me some respect.

I served this city for 30 years. What
have you done - six months typing?

Or just a few favours for your boss
here?

If Miss Moynihan's evidence is true,
she's an accomplice,

rendering her evidence worthless
without corroboration.

The corroboration was behind
the radiator in her garage.

She kept every note
you bribed her with.

Is that what she's saying?

Bless her.

It sounds to me
like you have a terrific case...

against Anna Moynihan.

Not us.

I'm always available
the moment you come to your senses.

Evelyn Wyndham wants a free pass for
Jimmy Valentine. Complete immunity.

What?! She can whistle for that!
Thank you.

We need more leverage on Valentine to
get him to surrender details on Mason.

Something which'll scare him
into realising he's got no choice.

What did you get on his property?
Anything you can use against him?

Nothing from his flat, his car or even
a self-storage unit that he rented.

He's not stupid.
He knows what the police look for.

Everybody is always stupid
somewhere along the line.

Just tiny details,
that's all that it takes.

Did we check his old work locker?

Vodka.

Fags.

p*rn.

Who says coppers don't read?
That's all there is.

Not just p*rn. Shopping too.

Didn't know Valentine had any romantic attachments.
What's he doing with an underwear catalogue?

tr*nsv*stite maybe?
Do you think he's the type?

Well, I didn't think
my ex was the type.

Account number on the address label.
Could mean he's a regular customer.

If they've got an account for him, they'll
have a record of any delivery addresses.

You must've really impressed Jimmy,

for him to buy you that flat.

I'm not stupid, Mary.
I do my research.

Whatever you want to know,
I haven't got a clue about.

Mary, an innocent man was k*lled.
Jimmy Valentine could be involved.

You're protecting a m*rder*r.
I bloody knew this'd happen!

Did Jimmy Valentine
ever talk about a Clyde Mason?

He never talked about him.

But he met him here.

He said he needed somewhere out of
the way to do a little business.

OK, I'm gonna need you to give
a statement to that effect.

No.

But you can have the tape.

I'm sorry?

I've got a camera set up
for the clients.

Didn't take much to film them, get
a little insurance for a rainy day.

Now is that enough
for you to leave me alone?

Mary Aliadiere is a prost*tute

with a criminal record
for four counts of GBH.

She's an unreliable witness.

Her video of your client meeting Clyde Mason
at her flat looked very reliable, though.

I'd almost say it was persuasive.

Now, Mr Valentine, one last chance.

Testify against Mason, and we'll scale
down the charge. You plead guilty.

Oh, listen to yourself!

How long do you think
I'd last inside if I grass?

Mason's got people everywhere.

I hope the money
that Clyde Mason offered you

to dishonour your police oath
was worth it, Mr Valentine.

Final offer.

Bollocks.

Good.

The charge is m*rder.

James, the Venezuelan authorities
have located Clyde Mason.

He's been spotted in Caracas.

There's no extradition treaty.

We don't stand a chance
of getting hold of him.

Valentine's defence is that Mason
threatened to harm his family.

That he had no choice
but to do what he did.

Reduced to manslaughter,
could be out in four years.

How hard did you try, James?

I'm sorry?
Well, you didn't push him, did you?

He gave you the answer you wanted -
you wanted him on trial all along.

I did what George sent me to do.

Am I happy to be prosecuting
Jimmy Valentine?

Yeah. He's a policeman
who sh*t a civilian.

So we make an example of him, rather than let the
police gain crucial intelligence on a major drug baron?

The police want corruption held to account. Matt and
Ron want Valentine in court. I'm doing this for them.

What if we lose? Valentine walks
free, and we've gained nothing.

I won't lose. It's time.

Are you with me?

Clyde Mason paid myself
and DS Moynihan

to keep things smooth for him.

What were his instructions to you
regarding Shahid Nafoor?

Well, Mason heard that Shahid
was now a police informant.

Shahid knew a lot about
Mason's operations.

So Mason told me
to take him out of the game.

Meaning to k*ll him?

Well, I said no, of course...

..and that's when
he threatened my family.

My...my mother and both my sisters.

So if you didn't k*ll Shahid,
your own family would die?

Yeah, that's right, yeah.

What happened the night
of Mr Nafoor's death?

Well, I arranged the team.

I made sure
I was paired with DS Brooks.

Why was that?

Well, I knew that Ron'd go along
with whatever happened.

In what way?

Well, he'd looked out for me before.

About six years back. I'd arrested
Clyde Mason on possession of heroin,

and while Mason was awaiting bail,
he offered me an arrangement.

This is when your association
with Clyde Mason began.

Yeah, he paid me off
and I in turn paid off DS Brooks.

My Lady, please!

DS Brooks was present on the evening
of Mr Nafoor's death.

Evidence regarding his character
is crucial.

Mr Steel, you will have your chance
to cross-examine.

I bribed DS Brooks to make sure that
the heroin we found on Clyde Mason

went walkabout
from the evidence store.

Are you certain DS Brooks
did as you requested?

Oh, I'm certain he took the heroin,
yeah.

I'm certain
cos he gave half of it to me.

Did you remove the heroin from the
evidence store? Of course I didn't.

Then why is Jimmy Valentine
saying that you did?

Why do you think?
He's trying to stitch me up.

And you're doing exactly
what he wants!

I've been through the logs
for that day.

The evidence was reported missing
at 14:42.

Where were you at that time?

Well, that's six years ago.

I was at home.

But you didn't sign out until 18:07.

'DS Brooks,
where were you that afternoon?'

'I've already told you,
I was at my house.'

This is my fault.
I should never have started this.

'I signed in at 9am.
Then I went straight back home.

I didn't do any work that day, and one of my
colleagues signed me out later on in the day.'

So you were away from your place
of duty without authority?

I was drinking then.

I'm a recovering alcoholic.

You were drunk on the job?

Can anyone corroborate the fact
that you were at home that day?

No.

I need you in the witness box
repeating what you just said in there.

We have to discredit Valentine's story and convince
the jury that every word he says is unreliable.

No way.
My statement is already on record,

and I'm not having that smart-arse
barrister nipping away at me.

If you don't appear,
the jury will doubt your innocence.

I'm not talking under oath
and I'm not being cross-examined.

Why not? What've you got to hide?

Don't push me on stuff
you don't understand.

I am not on trial here.

If the jury believes Valentine's
accusation, he could get off.

You've got a duty to give evidence!
Don't!

James...

..don't tell what I have to do.

Thank you.

I can't go in that witness box.

It's complicated.

You're a copper, Ron.

You live for this job.

And they could charge you with
perverting the course of justice.

Be the end of you, mate.

I've admitted I've made mistakes,
OK? And I've put 'em right.

But I'm the best I can be now, Matt.
Truly I am.

So when do I get a break, eh?

When do I get forgiven?

I didn't take that heroin.

You believe me, don't you?

Of course.

I've tracked down all the officers on duty
in the station when the dr*gs went missing.

Is this about defending Ronnie Brooks
or prosecuting Jimmy Valentine?

Well, we clear Ronnie,
it helps us in court.

None of the other officers
can remember seeing Ronnie that day,

and then there's Alan Spector.

Who from the glint in your eye
must be significant.

Yes and no. He's dead.

So we're getting a psychic
to take sworn evidence?

All of his colleagues say that
Spector and Valentine were close.

So were Valentine and Ronnie.
Doesn't get us anywhere.

Except Spector was called to give
evidence in a court case six months later.

He was cross-examined under oath as to whether he's
ever known police officers to tamper with evidence.

Well, he refused to answer.

The judge held him in contempt of
court, threw him in the cells overnight.

Then he resigns from the service
shortly after.

Find out who his brief was
and talk to him as soon as you can.

If we don't get Ronnie off the hook,
then Valentine could walk free.

The meeting with Spector's brief's
set up.

But if Brooks had nothing to do with that heroin
going missing, why won't he give evidence in court?

Ronnie.

Hello, Liz.

Long time.

So Detective Inspector now, then?

Oh, yes.

You stayed at DS.

Well, I always liked the walking.

I've been following
the Jimmy Valentine case.

Years ago I told you -
watch your back with him.

Yeah, well, you told me a lot of
stuff I should've listened to.

You told them where you were
that day?

I did, yeah.

You told them who you were with?

Well, it doesn't matter now.
It does matter.

It's your reputation.
You could be charged.

I want to give evidence.

Sorry, Liz. Can't let you do that.

You don't have to protect me.

Are you still with him?

Yeah.

Well, that's the end of that, then.

You go in that courtroom,
it all comes out.

I can't just look the other way.

Liz, please...

Don't go near that witness box.

You have lovely life.
Don't put it on the line for me.

Whatever DS Alan Spector did or did not confess while
I was representing him is privileged information.

A police officer's career
is on the line.

Give me an off-the-record
confirmation, I'd owe you one.

As the most beautiful girl I've met
this week or as Crown Prosecutor?

Prosecutor.

The gods taunt me again.

All right.

If aliens don't descend from the skies
within the next couple of seconds,

you can assume Alan Spector
confessed to stealing

Clyde Mason's dr*gs
from the police evidence store.

We know Spector took the dr*gs,
we know Ronnie is innocent

and we know Valentine lied,
but it's all inadmissible.

There must be a way to waive
privilege. It'd still be hearsay.

Do we know a Liz Wakeman?

She wants me to call her. She says
she's got information on Ronnie.

What are you doing? This is wrong.
I'm not having this!

Liz, you've got to go home.
You ain't giving evidence.

You're not the boss of me, Ronnie.

You never were.

This...
This is gonna destroy your family.

Without Liz, I don't think we can convict Jimmy
Valentine. At least this way we stand a chance.

Please, Ronnie.

Detective Inspector
Elizabeth Wakeman.

How long have you been
a police officer? 24 years.

And you worked out of the station

where Clyde Mason's heroin
went missing Yes.

I spent that day with DS Brooks
at his flat.

We were together all of the day
and the whole night.

When I left the next morning,
he was asleep.

He couldn't have taken that evidence.

You're quite certain of the date?

Yes.

It was two days before
my tenth wedding anniversary.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Where did your husband think you were when
you were committing adultery with DS Brooks?

I told him I was working.

So you lied.
Yes.

Have you made a habit of adultery?
My Lady, is this relevant?

How is it not relevant?!

I'll allow it.

How many other men have you cheated
on your husband with, Mrs Wakeman?

Mrs Wakeman?

Two.

Three adulterous affairs,

all of which involved
copious amounts of lying?

My...

My husband and I went through
a difficult period.

Clearly.

Could you please explain to the jury why they
should believe the word of a proven adulterous liar?

Did you enjoy yourself?

You're not supposed to be here.

You humiliated her.

No, I didn't.

She did that to herself
with a little assistance from you.

I'm so sorry, Ronnie.

Now they've discredited Liz,

the jury will probably believe
Jimmy's version of events,

and we don't stand a chance of
getting him with what we've got.

We'll do it my way now, then,
shall we?

What were you telling me
about men and routine, Jimmy?

And here you are, still coming up to
the roof of your building,

because you won't have a cigarette
in your own flat.

We know each other too well.

Things we've been through, Jim,
stuff we've done, mate.

We've got to sort this out
between us. You know that, don't you?

I didn't know you cared, Jimmy.

Well, you can't blame a man
for trying, can you?

Talk as much as you like.

Why did you tell the court I ripped
off the evidence store, Jimmy?

All the times I saved you, Ron.

Wiped the puke off your shirt,

picked you up
from the floor of the gents,

lent you a pair of trousers
when you'd pissed your own.

And you let your boy-band partner
come after me.

You crossed the line, mate.

You went and worked for Clyde Mason.

Didn't happen that way.

It started small, the odd favour.

Nothing big.

We were mates, Jimmy.

You stitched me up.

You knew I didn't take those dr*gs
from that store.

Nah, of course you didn't.

I told Alan Spector to do it.

Had you lot chasing your tails,
though, didn't I?

You know the worst thing, mate?

You was a great copper, Jim.

Really. One of the best.

Overconfident, but a great copper.

Yeah, what did I get for it?

All them villains getting rich,

having a better life than me.

Villains who weren't half as clever
as me.

And that made you want to work
for Clyde Mason, did it?

He looked after me.
I looked after him.

Nobody got hurt.

Until Shahid Nafoor.

Mason had too much on me.

I had no choice.

Did you get that, boys?

What?

It's a microphone, Jim.

And like I said...

..overconfident.

Members of the jury, have you reached
a verdict upon which you are all agreed?

Yes.

On count one,
the m*rder of Shahid Nafoor,

do you find the defendant
guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

Liz is trying to talk
to her husband.

Begging him not to leave.

I loved her once, you know?

Her and Jimmy were my life
for a while.

I'm so sorry, mate.

I can't make it better, but...

Chips?

On me.