03x02 - Dead Man's Grip

[bunniefuu]

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 b*at 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 dr*gs

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 m*rder,

not an accident.

OK. Thanks, Nick.

So, you uttered the grand total

of 12 words in there?

- Ari?

- [HE SIGHS]

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.

ROY: 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 m*rder.

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 b*llet 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 k*lling a teenager?

I can't see him sinking that low.

People change, Norman.

Usually not for the better.

[CAR STARTS]

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 sh*t day.

- OK?

- Not as sh*t 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 m*rder.

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 v*olence

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.

ROY: 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.

g*nsh*t 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 b*llet 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 t*rture 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

t*rture 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.

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,

k*lled 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: sh*t.

[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.

[CLEARS THROAT]

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 k*ll 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 k*lled,

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.

Nah. 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 k*ll 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.

su1c1de?

[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 k*ller

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 k*lled 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 dr*gs.

- 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 b*llet wound, the scar?

Yeah. He was ten.

He got sh*t while he was riding

in a car with his grandfather.

Right, so the b*llet

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 k*lled.

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.

k*lling, t*rture,

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,

- [PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]

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]

ROY: Bella,

we're just leaving the school now.

BELLA: 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.

-sh*t.

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 k*ller, 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!

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!

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.

GLENN: 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-w*r?

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?