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[ Telephone ringing ]
Hello?
- Marion: Aileen Daly?
- Speaking.
Marion: Aileen,
my name is Marion.
- [ Doorbell ringing]
- I apologise in advance
- for calling out of the blue...
- Hold on, hold on.
There's someone at the door.
Marion: Yeah, I'll hold...
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[ Door unlocks ]
Can I help you?
Good afternoon.
We're from East Sussex Water.
We're investigating
a leak in the area,
and we'd like to do
some pressure readings
if that's okay?
Err, alright, come in.
Um, I've, err,
I've got someone on the phone.
Oh, won't take a minute.
[ Door closes ]
Hello, I'm back. Now
what's this about?
Marion: In a word... Spain.
We have a portfolio
of flats and villas
that are simply unrivalled
in value, build quality...
My last passport
expired five years ago
what would I want with
a... a flat in Spain?
[ Telephone receiver rattles ]
[ Sighs ]
♪♪
Erm...
I thought you were checking
the water pressure...?
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[ Indistinct chatter ]
- [ Inhales deeply ]
- [ Telephone receiver rattles ]
[ Exhales sharply ]
I know that look.
Yes, a tie-up robbery
in Lavinia Gardens.
Uniform have passed
it on to Major Crime.
- Victim?
- Aileen Daly, 66.
She was tortured
and may not survive.
Who raised the alarm?
Her brother Gavin Daly.
He normally speaks
to her every day.
But he was in Paris
on business, erm,
he called the police when
he failed to reach her.
Tortured?
Punched repeatedly.
And...
there's evidence
of cigarette burns.
Listen, you've had a long shift
and you're gonna need all
the sleep you can get,
with that new baby on the way.
- I've got this one.
- Grace: Where is she?
- Sussex Central?
- Err, yeah...
Right, I'm gonna go see
her and talk to her,
I'll meet you at
Lavinia Gardens.
[ Indistinct chatter ]
Grace: So, one of them
did the talking...
Aileen: He was Irish...
Derry maybe...
Not, erm, not Dublin.
- What about the other one?
- Darker...
[ Winces ]
He...
He hurt me.
I was on the phone.
You were on the phone
when the men arrived?
Uh-huh.
Did you end the call
when you went to the door?
No.
So, you stayed on the line
while you answered the door?
Stupid...
cold call.
Is there anything else
you can think of that
might help us identify
them, anything at all,
that you can remember?
Sorry to pressure you, Aileen.
Oh, oh.
One of them...
His... his glove.
His glove?
Just for a second.
He took his glove
off 'for a second'?
- Yes.
- Where did that happen, Aileen?
Wh... Wh... Where was that?
Phone.
He took his glove
off to use the phone?
[ Weakly ] No.
- [ Exhales deeply ]
- [ Monitor beeping rapidly ]
[ Door opens ]
- Aileen?
- Excuse me.
- Can you give us some space?
- Aileen.
Can you hear me? Aileen?
- Jen, can you check the monitor?
- Nurse: Aileen.
But whether this means
an end to the selling off
of Brighton's school playing
fields remains to be seen.
That's it from me and
the "Look South" team.
We'll be back with
you again tomorrow.
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Man: And we're clear.
Molly: There probably is
some level of corruption,
but I'm actually digging more
into the sheer
incompetence of his tenure.
In a way it's more
shocking, more damning.
Sounds good.
Almost feel sorry for
him with you on his tail.
I'll let you get on.
See you tomorrow.
Sarah: Thanks, Molly.
[ Door closes ]
- [ Door opens ]
- Molly: If you wanted
to get together
before the Monday...
What...?
Sarah...?
It... It's... It's
nothing, okay?
It's... It's... It's
nothing. It's...
You'll have to do
better than that, Sarah.
I appreciate your concern, I do.
But if you breathe
a word of this,
it will come between us,
and I would hate that.
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[ Door closes ]
[ Inhales deeply ]
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Detective Superintendent
Grace, can I help you?
Yeah, I'm Gavin Daly.
I was told I'd find
my sister here.
This is my son Lewis.
I thought you were
in Paris, Mr. Daly?
Yeah, I came straight
from Gatwick.
[ Door opens ]
Grace: Dr. Andrews,
this is Gavin Daly,
Aileen's brother.
Tell me everything.
Spare me nothing.
She has compound skull fractures
and a lesion to the cervical
area of her spinal cord.
- Caused by?
- Caused by...
blunt force trauma to the spine.
It's likely to leave
her a paraplegic...
My God...
Dr. Andrews: Excuse me.
- I'm sorry.
- Not half as sorry as I am.
Of course, sir. I understand.
Oh, you do, do you?
Well you tell me what
you understand then hey?
- Dad.
- You get off home!
I'll call you.
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Grace: We will do
everything in our power
to find the people who did this.
Everything, I promise you that.
Now I have to attend
the crime scene.
If you need anything
Mr. Daly anything at all.
Please, call me.
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Gavin: It's Gavin.
I'm here, Aileen.
Did they take it...?
Oh, look it doesn't matter.
Only you matter.
All we had left of him.
Remember the lad...?
Watch the numbers.
Gavin: Whatever it
meant, we failed.
We never solved the riddle
and we never found Pa.
You tried your best.
Yeah, and got nowhere.
He made his own mistakes.
Do you know what today is?
Yeah.
So how can it be a coincidence?
How?
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You were a great son...
and you've been a great brother.
You are a fighter, Aileen Daly.
You're gonna survive this
and you will see the
b*stards responsible suffer,
I promise you that.
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[ Birds chirping ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
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- SOCO: We're all done here, sir.
- Grace: Okay, thanks...
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[ Sighs ] Sir.
Looks like a fair bit's missing.
Need to find out what exactly,
before they try and shift it.
[ Indistinct chatter ]
CCTV?
No. No joy.
But we're canvassing neighbours,
seeing if anyone's had
any similar break-ins.
Well, tell them
to go back a bit.
Sometimes the smart ones
wait two, three years
before hitting the same street.
Like crop rotation...
A fallow field's
a fertile field.
Yeah well, they're
definitely pros,
and pros always plan.
I'll whip up some billboards.
See if anyone's clocked
an unfamiliar vehicle
in the past few days.
Nick, get the lab to pay
particular attention
to the phones.
Aileen said one of
them took off his glove
and it was something
to do with a phone.
Yeah, but could
be his own phone?
Could've been.
In which case it's
no help at all.
[ Police radio chatter ]
On the other hand...
[ Radio chatter continues ]
[ Plastic bag crinkling ]
[ Vehicle door shuts ]
[ Door locks engage ]
[ Birds chirping in distance ]
[ Wind gusting ]
[ Leafs rustling ]
[ Door closes ]
I got your voicemail.
How is she?
There's permanent
damage to her spine.
They burned her with cigarettes.
Dad's beside himself.
If she dies, will
you inherit anything?
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- How could you ask that...?
- Molly saw these at work today.
It's a bit awkward.
What did you say?
What could I say?
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[ Door opens and closes ]
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[ Cabinet door creaks open ]
[ Police radio chatter ]
It's quite a collection.
Grace: Narrow focus though.
East End villains of
the '50s and '60s.
All read multiple times...
Bella: A bit obsessive.
Wonder how it got started?
"Dear Sir or Madam,
In the many years I have
been visiting this area,
I have never ceased to take
satisfaction from the pleasure
people gain in realising
money from old,
"often forgotten items..."
- Sounds like a knocker-boy.
- A what?
A sort of rag-and-bone
man with benefits.
Sounds terrifying.
No. A knocker-boy,
he charms his way in,
clocks the valuables,
makes a low-ball offer,
maybe he'll have a cup of
tea but he doesn't push it.
'Cause his Plan B is
actually his Plan A...
to sell the intel to
professional burglars
takes a cut of the
booty, no risk.
Alvin Morris Smallbone.
Smallbone?
AMS.
He's lying low after assaulting
Larry Brooker, right?
Even his parole
officer can't find him.
Is he daft enough
to break cover?
No, he's not daft
but he is arrogant.
The first time I nicked him,
I found a shedload
of criminal contacts
in the antiques.
Excuse me, sir, sorry,
you can't be here.
- This is a crime scene...
- Grace: It's alright Glen.
This is Aileen's
brother, Gavin Daly.
Oh. How's she, err...?
What would you think?
She's up on her bed doing a jig?
What about the safe?
Mr. Daly...?
The watch.
They took my father's watch.
I guided Aileen
with her purchases,
all documented for
insurance purposes.
The watch was a
Clairmont Leroux...
One of only three
left in the world.
Worth two million plus change.
Not insured for
one reason only...
Because if you register
it, it becomes a target.
Yeah.
So, given that...
who knew it was here?
Excuse me.
Just heard from the hospital,
she has taken a turn
for the worst...
I'm afraid Aileen's
condition has worsened
We'll have you driven
back to the hospital.
- We're going back to hospital.
- All right boss.
- See you later.
- Give her my best.
Branson: Not short of
a bob or two, is he.
Be good to know how he made it.
Antique clocks and watches.
Yeah, he's got two
shops in the Lanes
and a few more premises
in London apparently.
Bella: Roy.
[ Police radio chatter ]
I followed up on AMS Valuables.
And the mobile on the
leaflet's a burner
but it's pinging a mast
on the Drakefield estate.
That's a huge area.
Yeah, so I cross-referenced
with known associates
of Smallbones
and I got a hit...
on/off girlfriend Donna Grant.
Good work, Bella.
Come on, let's go.
Are you sure about this?
I mean why would
he leave a flyer
in a house he plans to rob?
Loads of reasons.
All right, well, right
now I'll settle for one.
Okay, she takes the flyer.
To be polite or get rid of him.
Then she stuffs it in a
drawer and forgets about it.
Okay, so it's not that you're
fixated in him or anything, no?
We should have back-up.
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Recognise this?
AMS.
Alvin Morris Smallbone.
Al, what's going on?
Alvin: There's
nothing's going on.
[ Box thuds ]
It's just a bit of
common-or-garden harassment.
Isn't that right, Roy?
Does anyone distribute these
leaflets on your behalf?
No.
Because thanks to you,
I lack the wherewithal
to employ assistants.
So, you personally distributed
this leaflet to Aileen Daly,
Guilty.
Of earning a buck.
Or trying to.
Guilty, at best,
of selling on information
to professional house breakers.
Who burned a 66-year-old
woman with cigarettes,
caused permanent
damage to her spine,
and left her for dead.
Flat, phone, car,
laptop, bank accounts,
I'm getting warrants
for the lot.
Somewhere there is a link,
and I will find it and
I will tie you to this.
He's obsessed with me.
Hm. [ Scoffs ]
- Obsessed.
- Alvin?
In the meantime,
Alvin Smallbone,
I am arresting you on
suspicion of the as*ault
of Larry Brooker.
Let's go!
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- [ Flatline ]
- Nurse: 20, 21,
[ Flatline continues ]
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Female voice: Doors
closing. Lift going down.
I'm touched I'm still
so important to you.
[ Lift whirring ]
Surprised, too.
What with the new lady
and a bun in the oven...
[ Chuckling wryly ]
Say that again.
- [Elevator chimes]
- Female voice: Doors opening.
- It's a full house I'm afraid.
- Female voice: Lift going down.
- [ Alvin grunts ]
- Oh!
- [ Elevator chimes ]
- [ Both grunting ]
Woman: Get off me!
Female voice: Lift going down.
[ Woman gasps ]
[ Branson yells ]
Gah!
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[ Elevator chimes ] Female
voice: Doors opening.
- [ Alvin Grunts ]
- [ Grace groaning ]
[ Alvin panting ]
Female voice: Doors
closing. Lift going down.
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[ Groaning ]
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[ Elevator chimes ] Female
voice: Doors opening.
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- Grace: Glen?
- We're on the stairs.
[ Alvin breathing heavily ]
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[ Alvin panting ]
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- [ Alvin breathing heavily ]
- Hey!
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- Oi, stop!
- [ Alvin grunts ]
[ Man thuds ]
- [ Alvin thuds ]
- Car park.
♪♪
Oi, stop!
[ Groans ]
[ Inhales sharply ]
[ Branson grunts ]
[ Alvin groaning, panting ]
♪♪
[ Panting ]
[ Vehicle tyres
screech, horn honks ]
Man: Alvin, get in!
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[ Vehicle engine revs ]
[ Grace and Branson panting ]
[ Vehicle tyres squealing ]
[ Horns honking in distance ]
[ Sighs ]
Back up.
Aileen Daly died at
And now this is
a m*rder inquiry.
Smallbone put this team
together, I have no doubt,
so we need to find him
before he leaves Brighton.
The driver, any kind of
description would help?
They, uh, they
had their hood up.
Nothing from CCTV?
Well, not yet, but If you know
where the cameras are then...
Grace: How about
forensics from the house?
As per your request, all
phones are being printed
and swabbed as a priority...
Same goes for the area
where she was tied up
and the cigarettes
recovered from the floor.
Everything suggests this
was a targeted robbery,
as in the stolen paintings
and antiques were a sideshow.
The main prize on offer here,
was a Clairmont Leroux watch
valued north of £2 million.
- You said it wasn't insured?
- Correct.
But Smallbone seems to have
known that it was in the safe.
Yeah, but even if the
antiques were secondary
to the watch, he'd still
have to shift them.
Yeah, and he's
smart enough to know
that he can't do that openly.
Yeah, well items'll
be registered,
flags'll be raised...
So, what're his options?
Arrange for private
buyers off grid?
Either that or getting the
antiques out the country.
Liaise with ports and airports,
anyone with a link
to the antiques trade
needs a second look.
Aileen took a call from a
"Crescent Cove Open Villas"
right before her K*llers
knocked on her door.
Yeah, and she said
they stayed on the line
while she let the
two men in the house.
Right, so they might've
overheard something?
We'll check it out first thing.
Good
[ Computer mouse whirring ]
[ Knock on door ]
Hey, err,
none of the prints
or DNA samples
we recovered are scoring
a match on the database.
[ Sighs ] They swabbed
all the phones?
Handsets plus base
units times three
and Aileen's mobile.
Sorry, boss.
[ Indistinct chatter ]
[ Keyboard clacking ]
[ Keys rattling ]
[ Dog barking in distance ]
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[ Keys rattling ]
Norman. Anything
news on Smallbone?
Well uniforms have thrown a
net over his stomping ground.
They're in the pubs, and
flats, they're pulling cars,
if he's there we'll get him.
Okay, keep on it.
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Nick, I'm at Lavinia Gardens,
I need you to come by,
pick up some evidence and run
it straight to the lab, okay?
Yeah, now worries, boss.
Give me half an hour.
[ Banging ]
[ Floor creaking ]
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- [ Door creaks ]
- [ Gavin grunts ]
- [ Crowbar clanks ]
- [ Gavin thuds ]
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[ Gavin grunts ]
Next time come in a
bloody marked car.
[ Crowbar clanks ]
[ Grace grunts ]
Really.
[ Crowbar thuds ]
Look I'm very sorry
about Aileen, Mr. Daly.
But would you mind telling
me what you're doing here?
Hoping they'd come
back for the rest.
Let us do our job, eh.
Your man Branson said
there'd be regular patrols
but in the time, I've
been here it was just you.
Well, I suppose pleading budget
cuts won't help, will it?
Well on the plus
side, they err...
they said I was lucky
to have you on this.
Well, I'd better start
living up to that, hadn't I.
Let's start with the watch.
It's not about the
financial loss, is it?
Well 2 million quid's
a lot of money.
You never insured it,
you never repaired it,
and you never wore it.
Shall we go outside?
My sister never let
me smoke in here,
and the sentimental side of me
likes to think she
might be watching?
[ Clocks chiming ]
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Gavin: My pa was
apprenticed to a watchmaker
called Barlow, in Stepney Wick.
[ Watch chiming ]
'Good Night, Mr. Barlow.
Gavin: A grumpy old sod.
He never thought much of us.
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I was 7 years old and
fascinated by that watch.
I wouldn't go to sleep at night,
until Pa had shown it to me.
- [ Watch ticking ]
- Worked every time...
until the night our lives were
torn apart by Ian Padmore.
- [ Banging on door ]
- Ian: Brendan?!
Brendan Daly?!
[ Door thuds in distance ]
Listen, Gavin.
Promise me something?
- Whatever happens...
- Ian: Brendan.
You'll look after
Aileen? Ian: Come on!
- I need you to promise?
- I promise.
Ian: Brendan! [
Door bangs open ]
[ Door thuds ]
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Gavin: Pa.
Don't hurt them.
[ Both breathing shakily ]
Got something to say, lad?
We're on the clock, boss.
[ Chuckles evilly ]
We are, Ellis, in every sense.
Come on.
[ Scuffling ]
[ Men grunting ]
Man: Come on!
- [ Scuffling ]
- [ Brendan grunting ]
Ian: Go on!
[ Indistinct yelling ]
Ian: Come on, Ellis!
[ Footsteps receding ]
Gavin: That night the
watchmakers was robbed.
[ Train whistle blows ]
Barlow was k*lled
and Pa disappeared.
I was convinced that
he'd come back to us.
But me and Aileen were
packed off to Brighton,
to live with Pa's sister Vi.
Hurry up!
Gavin: Even as we
headed for the train,
I couldn't believe he
would just abandon us.
Pa will join us soon
and if he doesn't.
I'll go fetch him myself!
Watch the numbers.
[ Indistinct chatter ]
[ Gavin gasps ]
If they come for
you, don't hesitate.
Use it.
Man: Hey!
[ Indistinct chatter ]
Train conductor:
Welcome aboard!
Auntie Vi: Gavin...
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Auntie Vi: Why'd
he give you this?
Gavin: I don't
know, Auntie Vi.
♪♪
What else did he give you?
♪♪
It's Pa's.
[ Train whistle blows ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
[Whistle blowing ]
- Come on.
- [ Whistle blows ]
- [ Train chugs ]
- Train conductor: All aboard!
[ Train whistle blows ]
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So when Ellis told you
to "Watch the numbers"
he meant 158?
And the numbers on
the broken watch.
See?
He set it to just after 4:00
on the 26th of March.
That wasn't the date
my Pa was taken.
Did you know what this meant?
No.
Not then, not now.
[ Birds chirping ]
Not for me, thanks.
Oh c'mon, Superintendent,
I've lost my sister,
don't make me drink alone.
Okay, a small one.
I saw all the books about
East End villains...
Yeah, me and Aileen...
we've never stopped looking.
Look the realist in me
knows that Padmore k*lled Pa
or had his men do it.
I mean 'Of course he had to go,
he'd seen 'em m*rder his boss.
But now I think, "No.
Why did this lad
Ellis come after me,
eh, take that risk and
leave me those clues?"
Yeah, if they didn't
mean something,
lead somewhere.
Yeah but...
[Sighs]
if he survived that night...
If he...
if he got away...
Then in some ways
he abandoned you.
He...
made a conscious choice
to leave you behind?
That's very perceptive,
Superintendent.
Do you have experience
in that department?
Sorry?
Abandonment.
We're not talking
about me, Mr. Daly.
My Pa was taken on
the 6th of April 1964.
Sixty years ago to the day.
There's not a bone in my body
that thinks that's
a coincidence.
What about the men
who took your father?
Any of them still alive?
Boss?
Back in a minute.
Thanks, Nick.
Oh, anything on Smallbone?
Spoke to Aileen's
housekeeper, though, Nancy.
According to her,
Aileen and her brother
had a big row day
before yesterday.
And she said he's the one
who kicked out a
spindle on the stairs.
Okay. I... I want you
to pull some files
from the Met archives.
The abduction of Brendan Daly
and the m*rder of Max
Barlow in Stepney Wick
on the 6th of April 1964.
Sixty years ago today?
Yes, it is.
[ Floorboards creaking ]
Nancy's run her
mouth off has she?
Thought she might.
Whereas you were happy
for us to believe
this happened
during the break-in.
Siblings quarrel.
Storm in a teacup.
What was the argument about?
Nothing.
It was enough for you
to lose your temper.
There's a fine line
between protecting someone
and smothering 'em.
But it had nothing to
do with Aileen's m*rder.
So, what was the flashpoint?
She said something
cruel and I err...
I overreacted.
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She said if it wasn't for me
she could've had a
husband, children...
a life.
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Sam: Dad you're
taking too long!
Give me five minutes, guys!
The hospital want me to
work through till 10:00.
Tuesdays from next month.
- 10:00?!
- It's the cuts...
- Tuesdays are a load of...
- Hey, excuse me.
Family friendly, please!
Okay, well, when do
you need to decide by?
Oh. So you have already?
Well, I can tell them I've
had second thoughts...
No. No, honestly look it's fine.
You're in demand,
Ari, that's great.
Mwah! Snacks.
The extra money'll
come in handy, too.
Even if we end up spending it on
a nanny instead of a new house.
We don't need a nanny,
okay, we've got this!
You'll be up to your
eyes, Detective Inspector.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Kids shouting in distance ]
[ Birds calling ]
Nick dropped these
over last night.
Oh...
Don't tell me.
You've read the lot?
[ Chuckles ]
Skim-read a couple.
Kinda stopped the
unpacking in its tracks...
I'm surprised I haven't
heard of the Padmores
Just as bad as the Krays
and the Richardsons.
Really?
- Hmm.
- Go on.
This guy Ian Padmore,
he was a sadistic g*ng
leader and slum landlord.
He would drive up
rent then force
his indebted tenants
into criminality.
The young women would
typically become prostit*tes,
and the young men would
be forced to rob and steal
or face serious consequences.
So Gavin's dad
was one of many...
Brendan Daly was forced
to rob the watchmakers
where he worked
or face eviction.
He likely died defending the
man he was supposed to rob.
- Hmm.
- They never found his body.
Oh, God...
A watch.
That's all his son and daughter
have to remember him by...
Listen, you haven't seen a
silver link bracelet, have you?
Yours?
Sandy's.
It seemed to disappear
from the jewellery box
when I was packing up.
Not guilty.
But I will keep an eye out.
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Branson: How was old man Daly?
I hear single malt was served?
Histories were shared?
The man as just lost his sister.
He wanted some company.
Ain't nothing wrong
with tap water, Roy.
And tell Nick that no-one
likes a gassing fishwife.
[ Chuckles ]
- [ Doorbell ringing ]
- Norman: "Open Villas"?
What's that all about?
Swingers of Southern
Spain unite?
By the looks of their website,
it's just a bloody
timeshare company.
My Grandad got a place in
Cyprus after my nan died.
Oh yeah. Happy ending?
Happy-ish, he died of a
stroke in the jacuzzi.
Well, that's my plan
after you cork it.
Hmm, not if the microwaved
pasties k*ll you first.
Hm.
Erm, I'm DS Norman Potting.
Do you work here Miss...?
Oh... Marion,
Marion Dupont, yeah.
Crescent Cove Villas.
Tell me, does the
name Aileen Daly
mean anything to you?
Err, maybe. Yeah, hang on.
Yeah, I called her yesterday
morning at 9:02 a.m.
Do your records
say anything else?
Err...
Yeah.
She wasn't interested.
[ Chuckles ]
Made me laugh actually.
Said her passport
expired years ago
so why would she
want a flat in Spain?
Was there anything else unusual
or memorable about the call?
She was interrupted by
someone at the door.
I just waited, then,
we finished the call.
While you were waiting,
what could you hear
on the other end?
I could heard a
man's voice maybe...
I dunno.
Could you hear
what he was saying?
Or Aileen's response?
No, sorry.
[ Sighs ]
Has something happened to her?
Theobald: No prints
or DNA so far.
Despite the savagery
of the attack,
they were cautious, controlled.
Here.
What is it...?
These coin-shaped bruises...
Almost covered by the
bruising from the stamping
and the kicking but the
uniform shape and size
suggests an old-school
knuckle-duster.
It's not a fingerprint but a
rarely seen weapon these days.
Rare enough to cross-reference
with other assaults?
Only one way to find out...
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Grace: You're in
antiques, right?
Like your dad?
Does the name Alvin Smallbone
mean anything to you?
He's at the rougher
end of the trade?
No.
When was the last time
you saw your aunt?
Dad's birthday, right?
About a month ago.
Sound about right,
Sarah? A month?
Yeah.
So, you weren't in the habit of
just popping in to see Aileen?
I mean she was
only down the road?
Not regularly.
No.
[ Machinery whirring,
hammer banging ]
The truth is... and jump in
if you think this is unfair.
But the truth is Gavin doted
on his sister to a fault.
Didn't leave much room
for the rest of us.
Lewis: They were very
close growing up.
Mum, God rest her
soul, used to say that
Dad was Aileen's brother first
and mum's husband second.
That must've been tough?
Thank you for coming in
person, Superintendent.
- Not at all.
- [ Machinery whirring ]
[ Inhales deeply ]
Broken windows...?
Oh... [ Chuckles ]
That was, err...
We had a thing with some kids.
They thought we'd run over
one of their bikes it's...
It's all err, sorted now.
Well, thanks for your help.
[ Bottle sprays,
board clatters ]
Bella, I need you
to run background
on Lewis Daly and
Sarah Courtney.
Grace: Has Lewis ever
crossed paths with Smallbone
in a business capacity?
And did Sarah cover
his court case, etc.?
There's a dentist
opposite their house,
see how far back
their CCTV goes.
How we doing with the
Padmore g*ng anything?
Padmore and his men went
down in '73 for ten years.
Padmore died in '90. Two
of the other ones died.
One of them emigrated
to Australia.
Leaving Clive Ellis.
Clive "Watch the Numbers" Ellis?
Yeah, and he vanished off
the face of the earth in '73.
Which is interesting
because the name
of a key prosecution
witness against Padmore
is redacted in the court files.
[ Telephones ringing ]
[ Indistinct chatter ]
Witness protection?
Yeah, I reckon.
But Ellis helped Gavin.
Right, he gave him the
watch, he gave him the clues.
That's debatable.
Those "clues" have plagued
him his whole life.
Yeah, but still, why would
he come after him now?
After all these years?
I don't know.
But we need to find Ellis.
[ Telephones ringing ]
[ Footsteps approaching ]
Here you are. One
of our best sellers.
Mid century replica.
Hm?
Perfect for your
place, tables to match.
[ Chair clatters wobbly ]
There's just no part of
me that looks at that
and thinks I'm looking at
something 50-60 years old.
Well...
[ Chuckles ]
you're not.
Then how is it a replica?
- [ Cellphone ringing ]
- [ Sighs ]
Sorry...
One sec. [ Ringing continues ]
- Dad?
- Why is Millpark Street closed
when it's bloody
nearly lunchtime?
- What...?
- Look, I turn a blind eye to you
moonlighting on
your latest venture,
but I do expect you
to earn the generous
weekly salary I pay you.
Sue was supposed to open up?
I've had this meeting
in the diary...
[ Call ends ]
- sh*t.
- [ Footsteps receding ]
[ Door opens and closes ]
sh*t!
[ Chair clatters ]
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[ Keyboard clacking ]
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[ Drawer slides open ]
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[ Computer mouse clicking ]
[ Printer whirring ]
[ Computer whirring ]
[ Printer whirring ]
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Roy. We've found Smallbone.
[ Indistinct P.A. announcement ]
No honour among
thieves, then, eh?
[ Scoffs ]
Grace: Two things, and
we'll let you rest.
Who tortured and
k*lled Aileen Daly?
What was the other thing?
I'm guessing the same
person that put you in here?
Names, Alvin.
We can't protect you if
we don't know who from.
- I never set foot in that house.
- Grace: So you didn't knock.
You just pushed a flyer
through a letterbox?
Perhaps she was out.
Or perhaps she was in
and she invited you in,
made you a cup of tea, but
then rebuffed your kind offer
to turn her many
valuables into cash
and kind of forced your hand.
Know this, that house
is being swabbed
and printed from top
to bottom as we speak,
so if we find the minutest
trace of your DNA...
Okay.
She wasn't out. She
did invite me in.
Lots of good stuff, Roy,
some of it seriously good.
It's not my scene.
Hurting old ladies.
So, what, you
passed on the intel
to someone a bit less
scrupulous, was that it?
And that's all I did.
I need names, Alvin,
or I swear to God you
will go down for this.
The planning, the
t*rture, the m*rder.
Tudor. Frank Tudor.
Now piss off.
I'll track down
this Frank Tudor.
- Mean anything to you?
- Maybe.
Old-school villain
from Hove, I think.
[ Mobile buzzing ]
Nick, what have you got?
Nick: Yeah, you
were spot-on, boss.
Got a print off the phone
socket at Aileen's house.
It's a match for convicted
robber Sean Barnes.
- Grace: Do we have an address?
- We do.
Council records put him
in a rented a cottage
on the Downs for
the past two years.
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Officer: Police!
Grace: Sean Barnes, we have
a warrant for your arrest.
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Branson: Okay, Mr. Tudor,
why don't you tell
me about Sean Barnes?
Never heard of him.
Alvin Smallbone
has implicated you
in the t*rture and
m*rder of Aileen Daly.
We know Barnes was there,
and your CV suggests that
you're more than capable.
Frank: 10 years ago, maybe I'd
have been up for the robbery.
But I'm too old for it now.
I don't need the drama.
So, what? Smallbone's
lying, is he?
He told me the basics.
I was interested for
about five minutes.
Okay, so what changed?
He said the target
was Aileen Daly.
The sister of Gavin.
And that somehow put you off?
Gavin Daly's not a man to cross.
Okay. So...
if word got out
that we'd pulled you in in
connection with Aileen's m*rder
and somehow Gavin
heard about it...
What do you want?
What have you got?
Between us, of course.
Did they steal watches?
Timepieces? High value?
[ Chuckles ]
I'll take that as a yes, then.
How did you know?
I heard Mark Devlin's
in from Marbella.
Watches are his thing,
lifted to order.
Could be a
coincidence, of course.
Branson: Tudor's as
tough as old boots,
but he meant it when he said
that Gavin Daly's
not a man to cross.
So listen, I'm thinking...
You're thinking it was Gavin
who snatched Smallbone
and tortured him?
It's possible, right?
It's probable. We
mustn't split focus.
Look, I know you've
got this soft spot
for this old man
Daly geezer, right?
Grace: Finding Aileen's
k*ller is the main priority,
but you've just told
me Tudor and Smallbone
had nothing to do with it?
That's my instinct, yeah.
Yeah, it's mine too.
Tudor's right.
That watch dealer,
Mark Devlin, being in town,
that's not a coincidence.
- Find him.
- Yeah, okay.
Thanks, Glenn.
This is Mark Drake,
who owns the farm.
Mr. Drake, when did you
last see Sean Barnes?
Err, yesterday.
Yeah, he settled
up and cleared out.
He even paid two months on
top for the inconvenience.
Did he have use of a garage
or a storage facility?
Anything like that?
Did he leave a
forwarding address?
Err, no.
No, well, you must've
had a contract?
Paperwork? Something?
The police are on to me, which
means they'll be on to you
if they're not already.
You thought you'd speed things
up by coming here, did you?
I was giving you fair warning.
You weren't
answering your phone!
Look, brass tacks, we need
to get out of Brighton,
then the country.
That'll cost.
Well, it's a good
thing Daly's offering
a 100K reward, then, isn't it?
We've got the watch.
I say we ask the boss
for a bigger cut.
That's risky, Sean.
You forgotten who
our boss works for?
Aye. Rich b*stards
who can and will pay
for this all to go away.
So Barnes' criminal contacts
are extensive to say the least.
And fair few are inside,
but it still leaves us
with 20-plus candidates.
Right, that's all I've got.
It's, err, pretty skeletal.
Aye, you're not kidding.
Green Ash Estates?
Yeah. The letting agency
that he came through.
Get them on the phone, see if
he left a forwarding address.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Doorman: Welcome back, sir.
Receptionist: Mr. Devlin. Hi.
- How are you, alright?
- Yes, good.
So lovely to see you again.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
Yeah, so, I've hit up
all the cool hotels
and I found Mark Devlin,
the watch dealer,
at the Flint House.
Got eyes on him now.
Good. How does he seem to you?
A man who's equally ready
for business or pleasure.
Grace: Stay on him.
Yeah, okay.
Right, I've been going
through Aileen's diary,
and the initial Z appears
on the morning of her death.
But no-one with a first or
last name beginning with Z
appears in her address book.
Okay, keep digging,
but our focus is finding
Barnes and ID'ing his partner.
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[ Vehicle approaches ]
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Roy? Green Ash Estates, the
letting agency Sean Barnes used,
is owned by the
Padmore Partnership.
Padmore?
I had the same question,
and the answer's yes.
Isn't that the same family that
k*lled Brendan Daly's boss?
Yeah. The Padmore
empire is now, well,
if not a global concern,
a Europe-wide one.
Padmore Partnership own
and is valued north of 800 mill.
Wow.
Scratch the surface and
not much has changed.
The companies mainly peddle
cheap lets and credit.
Grace: Money in your
pocket, roof over your head.
There's always a market
for that, isn't there?
What you thinking?
How could the Padmores
having any kind of link
to Aileen's m*rder
be coincidence?
Half a century's elapsed.
How can it be anything else?
Not forgetting she was
k*lled on the anniversary
- of her dad's disappearance.
- So, what you saying?
The Padmores have been plaguing
the Daly family down the years?
Why? It doesn't seem credible.
Agreed, but nor is the idea that
this is just chance or bad luck.
I mean, people don't
change, do they?
I mean, not really.
It's been 60 years since
Brendan Daly was k*lled...
sorry, disappeared.
I hear you, Norman.
But, boss, right, you're
always looking for patterns,
but maybe sometimes
there isn't a pattern.
It's just random sh*t.
Look, how do we
road-test this notion?
Never mind prove it?
Time-shares.
Time-shares could be in
the Padmores' wheelhouse.
I mean, that... It's
accommodation of sorts.
Okay.
Aileen was cold-called
about time-shares, right?
Yeah, by Marion Dupont, the
morning she was attacked.
So maybe it was a ploy?
To wrong-foot her just as Barnes
and his partner showed up?
We want 80 grand cash today
or we collect Gavin
Daly's reward.
Yeah, good luck with that.
[ Grunting ]
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Why'd you have to k*ll
the old lady, you moron?
She wouldn't give up the code.
"She wouldn't
give up the code."
This what I've got to work with?
Grace: Does Marion
Dupont have a record?
Yeah, she does. One
ABH from her days, err,
as a loan shark
for Chance Credit.
What do you want
to do, pick her up?
Get a warrant out,
search property?
You're right, Roy. It is
the Padmores' wheelhouse.
Crescent Cove Open
Villas and Chance Credit
are both owned by the
Padmore Partnership.
You said Barnes has an extensive
list of criminal contacts?
Prioritise anyone who works
in rental debt collection.
Cheers, Taylor.
See you tomorrow.
I heard about Lewis' aunt.
My God, I'm so sorry.
- Thank you.
- How's he doing?
Lewis, I mean?
Are you sorry, or
are you fishing?
I'm sorry.
But we do need to talk.
Leave it alone, Molly,
for both of our sakes.
So, this is the CCTV from the
dentist opposite Lewis' house.
Doesn't show who broke
the windows, but...
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[ Key clacks ]
- Can we find out who she is?
- Sure.
Alright. I've had another sift
through Barnes' associates,
prioritising loan sharks
and rent collectors.
What's this? The
not-so-short shortlist?
Oh, didn't I mention,
I've got a favourite.
Robert Macario.
Multiple GBH convictions, even
an attempted m*rder charge,
and he beat that.
So why's he risen to the top?
Well, in all but one of his
GBHs he used a knuckle-duster.
And we can definitely
tie Macario to Barnes?
Norman: Yeah, and
Marion Dupont.
He was loan sharking for
her at Chance Credit,
and he was Barnes' cellie
at Eastville prison.
[ Mobile buzzing ]
Glenn?
Uniform have just found
the body of Sean Barnes.
I'm heading to the scene now.
Surveillance are
gonna take over here.
An unknown female called
it in. Two assailants.
The one who did the deed sounds
like it could be Macario.
The other one was a woman
who drove off in an Audi TT.
The burst blood
vessels in his eyes
are consistent with a
haemorrhaging associated
with asphyxiation.
But his hands are clean.
No bruises on the knuckles,
nothing under the nails.
Grace: No attempt
to fight back, then?
Whoever did this was
highly practised,
possibly someone Barnes trusted.
Well, Macario ticks both boxes.
Never trust a man with a
knuckle-duster, boys and girls.
I want Macario and Dupont
in custody by morning.
I don't care what it takes.
Also, keep eyes on Devlin.
There's every chance they'll
meet him at the Flint House.
And we revisit all
interested parties,
anyone who might
be or might've been
in business with the Padmores.
Starting with her,
Sarah Courtney.
Because that is not an "S."
It's a "Z."
Aileen's 11:00 a.m.
And if she was, it's a bit
odd she didn't mention it, eh?
Zoe's my real name.
I changed it because there
was another presenter
called Zoe Courtney,
believe it or not.
So it was you Aileen was
seeing the morning she died?
I just popped over
for half an hour.
I liked Aileen. Liked her
house. Liked her vibe.
We used to just sit and chat
and listen to old
Nina Simone records.
Sounds innocuous.
Why didn't you
mention this to us?
For the same reason
that she refers to me
as "Z" in her diary.
Gavin is very controlling.
Sees the worst in people.
Well, everyone except for
his sister and his dad.
So he would see your
fraternizing as what?
- Muscling in on her will?
- Exactly.
And when you say he sees
the worst in people,
that includes Lewis?
Times a thousand.
His idea of being a good dad
was sending him off
to boarding school.
Just "out of sight,
out of mind."
And how does Lewis
feel about him?
Err...
ask me an easy one.
Erm...
loves him and hates
him in equal measure.
Lewis is an only child,
and his mum died of cancer
- when he was little, so...
- His dad was his whole world?
And he'll never stop
craving his approval.
Okay. Well, err,
thanks for your help.
That looks like a fun
night. That your producer?
Err, no, that's
Molly, my researcher.
That's my producer on the end.
Norman: Molly Daniels?
DS Potting, DS Moy.
- You got a minute?
- Not really.
We've been trying to contact you
so we could clarify your
relationship with Lewis Daly.
He's married to my boss.
That's my relationship
with Lewis Daly.
So you've never been to
visit him at his home,
Christ.
I don't know where to start.
Try the beginning.
Sarah... someone assaulted her.
I mean badly.
She had these weird bruises,
three or four in a row.
I thought it was Lewis.
Right. And you confronted him?
He denied it. Persuasively.
He presumably offered an
alternative explanation?
'Cause to my
unreconstructed eye,
this looks like he's
paying you off, yeah.
You've got your dates mixed up.
That was before I
saw Sarah's bruises.
I did some research
work for him.
- Research work?
- He wanted me to look into
the circumstances of his
grandfather's disappearance.
Molly, we need you on the floor.
Molly: One second.
Look, I'm under
exclusive contract here,
but I needed the money.
Bella: Okay. We're done.
- Bruises.
- You thinking what I'm thinking?
- Knuckle-dusters.
- Just like Aileen.
Macario.
Why would Macario want
to attack Sarah Courtney?
She had her windows smashed
'cause she owed money
and Macario was collecting.
Still wants her getting
paid for her TV work,
leaves her face intact.
Yeah. That kind of
work pays pretty well.
So why's Sarah Courtney
in that kind of debt?
Grace: There's no
easy way to say this.
A woman we believe to have been
involved in Aileen's m*rder
is a long-term employee of
the Padmore Partnership.
The Partnership
is now a fully...
I know all about the
Padmore Partnership.
I can tell you their share
price for the past 30 years.
What kind of employee?
Grace: She worked for two
of their subsidiaries,
a property agency
and a loan company.
Gavin: If someone's
coming for me,
someone with
knowledge of my past,
it makes me think,
what else do they know?
Tables can always be turned.
Let me stop you there.
Unless you want me to be charge
you with the Smallbone as*ault.
I deny all charges.
Okay.
Off the record.
That was you, right?
Who snatched Smallbone
from police custody?
My custody?
And in the process, I assume
that you... or your driver...
asked him if he had a
hand in the robbery?
- So?
- He denied it,
and in the end, I believed him.
But you misunderstand
me, Superintendent.
I mean, what else do they
know about my father?
They might know what
happened to him,
where he's been all these years.
If the Padmores don't
know, no-one does.
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[ Mobile ringing ]
- Grace: Glenn.
- Branson: Receptionist said
that Devlin's ordered lunch
in his room times three.
Okay. All hands on deck,
but you're in charge.
Glenn, tread carefully,
especially with Macario.
Yeah. Roger that.
Come in.
Grace: One of you owes
money to dangerous people,
and I think it's Lewis, not you.
They targeted you because they
thought it would be quicker,
- move the dial.
- It's none of your business.
The man who m*rder*d Aileen
beat her with a knuckle-duster.
That's my business, Sarah.
His name is Robert Macario.
He's a seasoned criminal, now
works as a debt collector.
Is that the context
in which you met him?
Yeah.
Is there a reason you used
to visit Aileen on your own,
without Lewis?
He resented her because
his dad doted on her.
But if the two of you got on
and you were with her the
day she died, why hide it?
Like I told your colleagues...
Grace: Because of Gavin?
I don't buy it, Sarah.
Withholding the fact that you
were one of the last people
to see her alive is a big
deal, and you know it.
You were asking her
for money, right?
And my guess is
that she said no?
She said that all
of my other visits
were just to butter her up.
Harsh but true?
No.
But I should've come forward.
Grace: Well, I understand
why you didn't.
You're in the public
eye, almost famous.
Asking an old lady for money
just before she turns up dead,
- that's bad optics.
- Stop it.
But so is obstructing
a m*rder inquiry,
which is what your sin
of omission amounts to.
Now, you can make amends.
Lewis was scared.
But was he scared
enough to point Macario
in the direction of
Aileen and the watch?
I know that is a
horrible, horrible notion,
but it is something
we have to consider.
I don't know.
I-I don't know.
[ Door opens ]
Lewis.
- Can I come in?
- It's not a good time.
Lewis: I wanna see the page.
I've been thinking
about Grandpa Brendan,
thinking maybe we can
find him together.
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Oh, no, this way.
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[ Indistinct conversations ]
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He's getting antsy.
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Two occupants,
waiting for visual.
Confirmed. Dupont and
Macario in the car.
[ Gearshift clicks ]
Branson: Hold it.
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On my word.
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Dupont: sh*t.
Go, go, go!
Stop! Police!
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[ Grunting ]
Branson: [ Shouts ] Stay down.
Stay down!
[ Grunts ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
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Not to piss on your
parade, but, erm...
I've looked at those words
and numbers every which way.
So have I, Dad.
Paid people even smarter
than you to do the same.
What if "158" isn't
numbers, but letters?
- Whoa, whoa! Careful!
- What if it's...
I dunno... "ISB" or... or "LSB"?
Numbers, letters,
backwards, forwards,
- I've considered everything.
- [ Mobile rings ]
Right, well, humour me.
Have you considered
that "watch the numbers"
could be a play on the
actual word "watch,"
so it means something like,
"Watch the numbers
on the watch"?
Well, I'm sure in the mists of
time I've explored that, yeah.
- You don't sound very certain.
- Well, it led nowhere, Lewis.
It stopped at one minute
past 4:00 on the 26th March
- with the second hand at 7.
- So?
Lewis: So if you boiled
that down to numbers,
starting with the
biggest measure, months,
and ending with the
smallest measure, seconds,
that'd give you...
Except "watch the numbers"
could mean something
totally different.
- It could.
- Even if you're right,
the numbers could be computed
in a hundred different ways.
Let's start with the letters.
Solve that, and maybe the
numbers'll fall into place.
Okay "ISB."
No, no, no.
Lewis, mate, I've
got things to do.
"LSB," okay?
"LSB" plus "London" plus "1964."
- Well?
- London Sewage Board.
Decommissioned in '65.
What?
Barlow's shop was right
over a network of drains
and, erm, some kind
of subterranean river.
- River?
- Gavin: Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Pa took me down there once
when old man Barlow was away.
Lewis: Look, Dad.
"LSB" followed by a
six-figure number,
over and over.
It's a manhole cover.
They've all got numbered IDs.
Branson: Registered property
of the late Aileen Daly.
It's all been recovered
from a Shoreham storage unit
that you rent in
your mother's name.
My mum's big-hearted.
She's gullible, if
you're being harsh.
Lets half of Brighton
store their stuff in there,
and she won't be told.
No surprise, your friend
Macario is "no commenting."
So this is your chance
to put clear blue water
between you and him.
Between you and this.
[ Exhales sharply ]
What about Lewis Daly?
Came to you for a
loan, is that right?
Yeah.
Brokered a lump sum
for him to finance his
replica furniture outfit.
What were your
impressions of him?
Bit of an oddball.
Lot of questions about
our parent company.
The Padmore Partnership?
Yeah, but mostly the Padmore
family side of things,
the history.
I've never met the family,
so half his questions
I couldn't answer.
- Such as?
- How long they'd been around,
how many pies they still
got their fingers in.
It was like it excited him.
What, being in
business with them?
Yeah. Even if he was
just borrowing their cash
at frankly moronic rates.
- Go on.
- Two years on, he's defaulted.
He's paid nothing back. So
Macario roughed up his wife.
Roughed her up?
He pummelled her with
a knuckle-duster.
Nothing broken.
Next day Lewis told us
about the Clairmont Leroux
in his aunt's safe.
Of course, by now
I was freelancing,
not representing Chance Credit.
Sure, but the Padmores
would get their money
back eventually, right?
I'm sorry.
I'm gonna have to "no
comment" that one.
And can you call my lawyer?
[ Mobile ringing ]
- Sarah?
- Where have you been?
I've been trying to call you.
Yeah, what is it?
Sarah: The police
have been here.
They think you were
behind the robbery.
Is it true?
What did you tell 'em, Sarah?
What did you say to the police?
Hillman: Everything okay?
Yeah.
Dad and I were just...
were just heading out.
- Where to?
- London.
I'll run you up.
Oh, no. No, it's fine.
We've, erm... We've got
some stuff to talk about.
It's no trouble.
I said it's fine.
How about I ask your dad, seeing
it's him I work for and not you?
[ Chuckles ]
So, what did she
tell the police?
[ Body thuds ]
Come on, Dad.
- Terry can take us.
- Oh, no.
Three's a crowd.
Come on. We can
talk on the way.
- Her lawyer's 10 minutes away.
- Okay.
Round two, we need her
to implicate Macario,
no ifs, no buts.
We need Lewis in custody.
Nick: Boss.
- I think I've found Clive Ellis.
- How?
Nick: He had a younger
brother called Mitchell.
Four hours in the records office
and I find a death certificate
for a Mitchell Ellis.
I tracked down the
cremation forms,
and they are countersigned
by a Clive Ellis.
I thought he was in
witness protection.
Nick: Maybe he got lax.
I traced him to a nursing
home in Croydon, and get this.
Staff tell me that
a TV researcher
has been making
inquiries about him.
- Molly Daniels?
- Mm-hmm.
Said she was researching
the East End in the '60s.
Right, so she was
telling the truth.
Lewis had put her out to work.
Hold on, why does
he wanna find Ellis?
To win his dad's love.
Solve the riddle that's
blighted his whole life.
Okay, we need to
pick up Lewis Daly.
If you can't find
him, get hold of Sarah
and tell her it is in her
best interest to help us.
Norman: Yeah, okay.
Ellis?
He's the key to the whole thing.
Oh, Christ, first
Gavin's son, now you lot.
I should have hired a secretary.
We thought you were
in witness protection.
I was. Testified against
Ian Padmore back in '73.
New ID, the full works.
Packed me off to New Jersey
for the best part of 40 years.
- What brought you home?
- My brother.
He had dementia. He
was all on his own.
I came back in 2019
against all the advice.
Right, so you were jeopardizing
your not-so-new identity then?
After my brother died, I was so
sad and tired, I didn't care.
So I just became
Clive Ellis again.
That's why Gavin Daly
couldn't find you.
Did he try?
Oh, yeah, he tried.
I'll never forget his face
when we left the flat.
Abandoned.
Like he knew he'd never
see his dad again.
Ian: Come on, Ellis!
Is that why you
gave him the watch?
I wanted him to have something
to remember his dad by.
Why didn't Brendan Daly make
it home that night, Mr. Ellis?
Well, he didn't die
trying to save his boss,
that's for sure.
It was Brendan's idea
to rob the watchmaker
in the first place.
[ Dog barking in distance ]
He's definitely away?
He's gone to his sister's.
Won't be back till Sunday night.
Right.
Grace: Brendan's?
Yeah.
Well, why drag him
out of his flat?
Clive: Again, his idea.
So the kids would say
that he was forced
when the Old Bill
came round asking.
[ Sighs ]
"Watch the numbers,"
tell me about that.
Well, it weren't in my interest
for them to find Brendan
too quick... or anyone else.
I've always liked puzzles,
so I sent him one.
The watch was broken
during the raid,
so I set the hands to
the numbers, like a code.
He never solved it.
Maybe that's for the best.
Where is Brendan
Daly, Mr. Ellis?
♪♪
Norman?
Found Gavin's driver out cold,
bludgeoned over the head.
So I spoke to his store manager,
said Gavin's on the way
to London with Lewis.
But she doesn't know where.
But judging by the
look of this guy,
I think he's in real danger.
Yeah. I think you
might be right.
♪♪
Lewis: The watchmaker's?
You've never been back?
♪♪
♪♪
Gavin: Don't be asking where
I learned how to do this.
♪♪
So...
old man Barlow was
found over there.
- You sure there's a cellar?
- Yeah, 'course I'm sure.
[ Door creaks ]
♪♪
♪♪
- No drain cover.
- No.
♪♪
Let's shift this lot.
[ Mobile buzzing ]
[ Buzzing stops ]
- Who was that?
- Gavin: Grace.
Come on.
♪♪
♪♪
Lewis: Dad! 326417.
You found it, son.
♪♪
Take this.
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
You think they
just threw him in?
No.
No, Dad.
♪♪
Dad!
♪♪
♪♪
Help me.
[ Creaking ]
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
Pa.
♪♪
Pa.
- [ Sighs ]
- [ Flashlight clanks ]
♪♪
He didn't abandon you, Dad.
He didn't leave you.
No.
[ Lewis breathing shakily ]
Lewis.
We found him.
No, we didn't, Lewis.
You found him.
Question is...
how?
We... We followed the clues.
No, we didn't. You
brought me straight here.
I found him.
Isn't that enough?
It's over. You're free.
How did you know, hey?
You know, if you'd shown
me half the love and care
you lavish on those watches,
none of this would've happened.
[ g*n c*ck ] None of what?
[ Scoffs ]
Seriously?
Who've you been talking to?!
[ Sniffles ] The
Padmores, Dad.
I've been talking
to the Padmores.
'Course, if you'd lent me the
money, I wouldn't have had to.
I wouldn't be in their debt.
And I wouldn't have...
What?
What?
Had to tell them
about the watch.
♪♪
You...
Go on, Dad. Finish the job.
Go on.
♪♪
Branson: Gavin, put it
down. Put the g*n down.
Gavin: I've come for answers.
I'm not leaving till I get 'em.
Grace: Fair enough.
Lewis did arrange to have this
stolen to pay off his debts.
And he will spend a
long time in prison
for his part in Aileen's m*rder.
Lewis: They said they
wouldn't hurt her!
They promised me!
My sister died in fear and agony
'cause of you...
- you sack of sh*t!
- [ Grunts ]
Grace: Gavin, he
couldn't have known
that they would
do what they did.
- I didn't!
- Gavin: 'Course you did.
You picked the 6th of April
for that very reason, right?
I just wanted your attention.
All I gave you,
you waste of space.
You always were.
You wanted for nothing!
He wanted your attention.
But that was allotted to Aileen,
to your dad, to the past.
Yeah, but just shows I got my
priorities right, didn't it.
Lewis: Oh, really?
I hear sweet old Grandpa Brendan
used to beat the crap
out of you, Aileen too.
You spent your life
looking for a monster,
and look what you turned into!
- [ Gavin shouts ]
- [ g*nsh*t ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
We spoke to Clive Ellis.
And he painted a very
different picture of your dad.
♪♪
[ Switch clicks ]
You! I always knew
you was rubbish.
[ Grunts ]
Clive: No, don't!
[ Grunting ]
You b*stard!
[ Shouting ]
- [ g*nsh*t ]
- [ Knife clinks ]
♪♪
Ian: Hide his body.
If they're looking for him,
they're not looking for us.
[ g*n clatters ]
He had a record a
mile long, Gavin.
Lies. All lies.
He had a drink problem.
He had a bad temper.
Ellis said that all the mums
feared for you and your sister.
It was on his shoulders.
It was all on him.
Young Gavin: Pa!
[ Crying ]
♪♪
Aah! Stop!
Aah!
Stop it, Pa, stop.
I feel sorry for you, Dad.
You weren't looking for
him all these years.
You were defending the memory
of a man who never existed.
Of course there was nothing
left for the rest of us.
Stop. Stop.
He's right.
You don't have to
live in the past.
Just let it go.
♪♪
I tried to be strong...
so that people could
rely on me, turn to me.
I failed everyone.
♪♪
♪♪
I'm sorry.
[ Sobbing ]
I'm so sorry.
♪♪
♪♪
[ Sighs ]
♪♪
[ Gearshift clicks ]
[ Sighs ]
You know, people talk about
being stuck in the past,
imprisoned by it.
Right, well, just to be clear,
are we talking about
you or Gavin Daly?
[ Chuckles ]
Well, he's a one-man
cautionary tale, certainly.
But I suppose even the
most painful memories
can become familiar, err,
a refuge, if you like.
In comparison, the here and
now can seem terrifying.
Never mind the future.
That the voice of
experience, old-timer?
Let's just call it
a work in progress.
[ Sighs ]
You haven't been
to bed, have you?
Yeah. I slept on the couch.
Didn't want to disturb you.
So that was someone else
coming in the front door
half an hour ago?
- [ Thud ]
- Child: Mum? Where's my kit?
- Child #2: Mum, where's my kit?
- [ Groans ]
- Child #1: I asked first.
- Child #2: I asked first.
Child #1: Stop copying me.
Child #2: I don't remember
where I put my kit.
Child #1: Your kit's on the...
Delivery woman was on one.
I mean really shitty.
So I told her where to go,
and then she just stopped
and looked at me,
and she apologised
and said she was
being made redundant,
and she ended up coming
in for tea and biscuits
and telling me all
about her kids.
I love you.
I don't... have anything.
Erm, I mean, I haven't got a...
a ring or anything.
Will you marry me?
♪♪
You could at least
get down on one knee.
[ Laughs ]
Joking.
♪♪
Yes... I think.
You think?
This isn't because I'm pregnant?
This is what you actually want?
This is most definitely
what I actually want.
Well, then...
yes.
♪♪
♪♪
[ Knock on door ]
No. Don't... Leave
it. Just leave it.
♪♪
Roy?
♪♪
♪♪
[ Dog barking in distance ]
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
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04x01 - Dead Man's Time
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Based on the bestselling novels by novelist Peter James, series follows Detective Superintendent Roy who is a hard-working police officer that has given his life to the job; plagued by the disappearance of his beloved wife.
Based on the bestselling novels by novelist Peter James, series follows Detective Superintendent Roy who is a hard-working police officer that has given his life to the job; plagued by the disappearance of his beloved wife.