02x01 - Wrong Place

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[Distant traffic,
car horns honking]

[Distant siren wailing]

♪

[Panting]

♪

Have a good shift.

♪

[Sighs]

[Engine revving,
tires squealing]

♪

Oh, hi.

How you doin'?
- I'm off. Have a good night.

Will do.

[Panting]

♪

[Sighs]

[Panting]

[Engine revving]

♪

[Engine revs]

[Tires squeal]

[Brakes screech, man grunting]

♪

Oh! It's OK, it's OK,
I've got you.

[Panting]

It's OK. Stay steady for me.
Keep breathing.

[Tires squeal]

Someone's coming. It's OK.
I've got you, I've got you.

[Man groaning]

[Two g*nshots]
Oh!

[Tires squeal]

[Revving engine fades off]

[Mobile phone rings]

[Ringing continues]

[Treadmill powers down]

[Ring]
Rachita: Clive?

Clive: Ma'am, I'm sorry
to bother you so late,

but, uh, it's urgent.

[Car door opens]
Rachita: Who were the victims?

How come you couldn't say
on the phone?

Clive: Our female victim's
a nurse from the hospital.

The male, Frank Chapman.

Kwesi: Ma'am,
his car's just over here.

It's covered in blood
on the inside.

It was found with the engine
still running

and the doors unlocked.
Forensics officer: Ma'am.

Most of the blood's located in
and around the driver's side.

Is there any sign of a weapon?
- No, ma'am.

Also, no blood spatter
or g*n residue.

Windows are all intact,
there's no damage

to the interior or exterior
of the vehicle.

Nothing to suggest
an injury occurred inside.

So he was bleeding before
he got into the car.

Forensics officer: If it's his
blood, then, yes, most likely.

We'll get the samples off
to the lab immediately.

OK, thanks. Clive, can you get Liam

to get CCTV from around here?
Clive: Ma'am.

What about the bodies?

Inside, ma'am,
being prepped for the PM.

OK, we need to get ahead of this
before the press get wind.

What about the rest
of the Chapmans?

Yet to be informed.

OK, this has to be led
by us and not by them.

We can't risk them taking
matters into their own hands.

[Police radio, indistinct]

Clive: The Don himself,
Frank Chapman.

Even stone cold,
you wouldn't cross him.

♪

Sylvia:
Looking at the wounds,

this first shot would've
definitely been close,

although no vital organs
were hit.

There would have been
some internal bleeding,

but wasn't necessarily fatal.

♪

So, more clumsy, maybe.
What about the second?

Much more targeted.

Which is consistent
with a drive-by.

Sylvia: The sh**ter hit
the central mass,

lots of vital organs...
lungs, the heart.

They definitely wanted
to k*ll him.

Frank would have died
within minutes.

They got some ba*ls of steel
going for the top man.

Who in their right mind
would risk going to w*r

with the Chapmans?

♪

[Theme music playing]

♪

You're aware
that Carly has accepted

a DS position over in East Mids?

Yeah, I encouraged her
to go for it.

Well, we need all
the manpower we can get,

so a new DC will be joining you,

and it's immediate start...

DC Charlene Ellis.

We hope you'll mentor her.

The Chief Constable
has organised

a series of recruitment events,

the aim being to support BAME

and female candidates
perform at their best.

Now, you've proven to be one
of the best DIs we have,

but, given the prominence

of the Chapman m*rder,
you should be aware

that people will be
watching your every move.

So, with that in mind,
Beardsmore wants

to pull forward
your disciplinary review.

He wants to be, uh...

Making sure I'm keeping
my mouth shut.

[Sighs]

Rachita,

I think we got off
on the wrong foot.

I personally fought
to get you back.

I admire and respect
your tenacity

to get the job done.

You care.

Mm.
[Gulps]

[Smacks lips]

My apologies it's taken
this long to catch up

since the lifting
of your suspension.

It's been exactly three weeks,

Superintendent.

Yes,

and in the light
of current events,

we have corrected
this oversight.

Professional Standards have
already formally briefed you

on the conclusion
of the investigation

into your relationship
with DCI Martyn Hunter.

Hiroka: Which clears DI
Ray of any criminality.

Beardsmore: Yes,
and although no evidence

of criminality was found,

two other matters
remain outstanding:

the allegation of bullying
a junior colleague

and your interpersonal issues
with management.

However, it has been
decided to deal

with these matters
by issuing words of advice.

[Paper rustles]

You are to avoid
close personal relationships

which may result
in conflicts of interest,

to respect the authority
of officers in a senior rank...

Can we pause for a moment,
please, Superintendent?

With regards to DI Ray
respecting

the authority of officers
in a senior rank,

perhaps senior officers
should be mindful

of racial profiling,
as well as certain lines

of questionin' which display
a level of stereotypin'.

For example, assumptions
about the languages

an officer speaks and where
they originate from.

Best not to dwell.

I was expected to be
a certain type of officer,

and when I didn't fit
the assumptions that were made

about me, I was deemed
to be a failure.

I think there's been
a misunderstanding.

Beardsmore: I am genuinely sorry
you've been feeling upset.

That was never our intention.

Perhaps...
it would be helpful

to us all if we were
to look forward.

It's not just
our building that's new.

We're developing in all areas.

DI Ray, if you're willing

to work with us,
I assure you the journey

to Detective Chief Inspector
will be a swift one.

I will do everything in my power
to support your application.

[Scoffs quietly]

I'm going to have to go.
I'll, um, leave you

and DCI Henderson
to move matters forward.

We need you to work with us, DI Ray,

to think like us.

[Door opens,
distant phone rings]

Officers like you are crucial

to the continued improvement
of West Central.

Understood, sir.

[Distant chatter]

♪

[Door unlocks, creaks]

♪

Beardsmore: We need you
to work with us, DI Ray,

to think like us.

♪

[Computer mouse clicks]

♪

Rachita: Our nurse's name
is Megan Parks.

She was newly qualified,
coming to the end

of an 18-hour shift.

Charlene:
So, she was most probably

in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Rachita: It's possible
she was a target, but based

on our second victim,
I think we can safely assume

she was caught in the crossfire.

We also have
a potential eyewitness.

It looks like
he could be a porter.

We need to track him down
and speak to him ASAP.

Kwesi, can you get
onto that, please?

I'd like to help
with that, Ma'am.

Rachita: Frank Chapman
was clearly trying

to get to medical help
when he was intercepted.

Can we get hold
of Chapman's phone records?

Already put in a request, ma'am.

Clive: Well,
someone like Chapman

will have tons of burner phones.

There's no chance you're
gonna find 'em all.

What do we know
about the Chapmans?

They're loan sharks who operate

several pawn broker shops
in the area.

Clive: Well, let's just call
them what they are, ma'am...

an organised crime family.
Kwesi: Mm-hmm.

Clive: Frank Chapman's
the Midlands' very own

Teflon Don. Heh!
See, he's been

on Serious and Organised Crimes'
radar for years,

but no charges against him
have ever stuck.

You know, he's "clean."
All the Chapmans are.

There's probably
a few foot soldiers doing time,

but the Chapmans, they operate
a "no grass" rule, and it works.

Rachita: OK.

Forensics indicate
that Frank was bleeding

before he got into his car,
so where did the first shot

take place, and how
and why was he able

to get into his car
and drive away?

[Door bursts open]
Officer: Armed police!

Armed police! Armed police!
[Overlapping shouting]

Officer: Armed police!
Armed police, nobody move!

Clear!
- All clear!

Clear!

♪

Woman: All clear, ma'am.
[Police radios, indistinct]

♪

Crime really does pay.

[Scoffs]

♪

Rachita: Could someone come
and bag this phone up, please?

[Distant chatter]

♪

Clive: This must be Dave
and Suzie Chapman as kids.

Yeah, their daughter
Suzie's been abroad

for a few months,
somewhere in Spain.

Yeah, it's Frank Chapman's
name listed

as owner of all the businesses,

but word is his son
Dave Chapman oversees

the day-to-day running of 'em.
Well, he delegates, anyway.

What about their mum?

Oh, Yvette Chapman?

Ah, she passed away
a few years back.

♪

[Indistinct police radio chatter
continues]

♪

In here!

♪

The blood spatter suggests
he was shot around this area,

but there's no other sign
of a blood trail.

They must've been stood
pretty close.

I mean, there's no sign
of a struggle

and no evidence of a break-in.

Clive: Well, maybe
they were invited in.

Or they had a key.

If it was a rival,

surely they would keep
their distance, k*ll him

on neutral ground,
not in his own home.

It feels too risky.

Whoever was driving that car
clearly meant business.

Why did the first attempt fail?

♪

How long, do you think,
between here and the hospital?

That time of night,


Rachita:
So, what happened

between the first shot
that took place here

and the second shot
at the hospital?

Would you pour
a drink for someone

who might want to k*ll you?
[Mobile phone ringing]

Rachita: Kwesi?

We tracked the eyewitness

from the footage, ma'am.

His name's Michael Adoje.

He works as a night porter,

only now he's a patient.

Claims he had
a run-in with a member

of his family and doesn't
want to take it further.

Ma'am, someone's done
a number on him.

It's pointless.
Whoever did it

has made sure
he's not gonna talk.

Sorry, ma'am.

♪

What is it?

We're too late. [Monitor beeping]

Rachita: They got to him.

It's started.

♪

[Distant dog barking]

♪

Will your sister be
joining us, Mr. Chapman?

She's on her way over
from Costa Daurada.

[Sighs]

Mr. and Mrs. Chapman,
I think it might be best

if we didn't discuss the details

of our investigation
in front of your daughter.

Joey, love, why don't you go
play in your room?

I know this is about Pa.

Do your tablet for a bit.

OK,

but after, I want you
to tell me everythin'.

Do you have any knowledge of
what your father Frank was doing

or who he might have been with between 9 p.m.
and the time of the incident?

Dave: Nope.
[Door closes upstairs]

When was the last time
you saw your dad?

[Inhales deeply, sighs]

Mid to late afternoon.

I went round his to talk
through some accounts.

Do you know if he had
any plans afterwards?

No idea.
[Key unlocks front door]

[Door opens and shuts]

Girl: Dad?

Amy, my eldest.

Dave: They're here to check
our alibis, love.

Rachita: I'm afraid we're
obliged to rule you out.

We were asleep, in bed.

Joey gets bad dreams, bless her,

so I was in with her...

and this one sleeps
through everythin'.

Rachita: Is there anyone that
can verify where you all were?

We were at home,

asleep,

in bed.

Has your dad mentioned anything
out of the ordinary recently?

Any conflicts, anyone who may
have had a grudge to bear?

Well... tsk,
there were heaps of folks

who didn't approve
of the way he did business.

You know, at this stage,
Mr. Chapman, any information

would be helpful,
no matter how insignificant

it may seem...
Dave: Dad was clean.

Do you know, as well as the
nurse who lost her life,

there is a porter in a
pretty bad way in hospital.

[Sighs]
- We've tried talking to him,

but he's point-blank
refusing to speak to us.

Any chance you could
leave us in peace

and get on with finding out
who m*rder*d my dad,

Officer?

♪

[Distant phone ringing]

Rachita: The hospital
have confirmed that our porter

has two broken ribs,
fractured collarbone,

concussion,
and internal bleeding.

Charlene: There's no CCTV
coverage of the attack.

No witnesses have come forward.
It's a dead end.

I want to know who Frank was
dealing with before he died.

Let's start looking deeper
into Chapman businesses.

We need specifics:
their client base,

who are they doing
regular business with.

Kwesi: We're working on Dave's list
of business numbers and trackin' 'em.

Rachita: Good, and let's get a
profile of their staff as well.

[No audible dialogue]

[Unmutes TV]

Woman on TV: Our thoughts
and condolences

are with the family
of Megan Parks.

Megan was a well-loved member
of the community,

embarking on a promising career
in the NHS.

Her loss is a deep tragedy
for the whole city.

I want to assure you
that our colleagues over

at West Central Police are...
Clive: "Colleagues"?

Amara: working around the clock
to ensure the offenders

of this violent and senseless
crime are brought to justice.

They themselves acknowledge
their past failures

and are committed to tackling
this investigation

with a fresh approa... [Mutes TV]

[Indistinct chatter
and distant phones ringing]

♪

Mr. and Mrs. Parks?
My name is DI Rachita Ray...

♪

[Key unlocking door]

[Door creaks]

[Sighs, locks door]

[Mobile phone beeps
and vibrates]

[Microwave oven humming]

♪

[Microwave bell dings]

♪

[Text notification chimes,
phone vibrates]

♪

[Police radio, indistinct]

Forensics officer:
It's the exact make and model

involved in the sh**ting.

Forensic evidence
will be limited.

Sorry.

Clive: Thanks, mate.

Ma'am, that was Liam.

The vehicle was first picked up
near a parade of shops

in the Jewellery Quarter,
about 200 yards

from one
of the Chapman premises.

It was then caught in Hockley
heading south.

After that, we lose it,
and he's not been able

to verify any other details
connected to the vehicle.

Council have really... us,
turning these cameras off.

Rachita: Tell me about it.
[Clive sighs]

I know someone who could help.

He's an ex-youth worker.

He knows everything
that happens round that way.

Might be worth a visit.

Let's go.

[Police radio chatter continues]

♪

Joey: Dad, she's here!

[Gasps, chuckles]

Are you too old
for hugs these days?

Suzie: No chance?

[Kiss]
Good to see ya, chick.

[Camera shutter clicks]
Kwesi: Family reunion?

♪

Do you think he knows
we're here?

Suzie: Where's your
evil stepmother at?

Dad, Aunty Suzie
brought me a handbag.

Dave: Ah.
[Suzie giggles]

Just what every


♪

Clive: How's Beardsmore
been with you

since you've come back?

Rachita: I'm "crucial to the continued
development of West Central."

[Chuckles]
Wish I bloody was.

Might get paid a bit more.

Uh, but seriously,
after what they

put you through, I'd have
told them all to do one.

Saying that,
my mortgage just went up.

[Both chuckle]
Clive: After you, ma'am.

[Radio playing music]

Man: Heh! Hey.
Clive: Hey.

Good to see you, brother.

Clive: Yeah,
you too, Hardeep.

Hang about.

He does a mean tandoori kebab.
Melts in your mouth.

How's Sam?

Yeah, she's good,
yeah, ta. Busy.

Hey. [Chuckles]

Rachita:
What meat is that?

What do you want it to be?

I'll do you a couple of boxes.

Oh, it's very kind of you,
but I'm actually vegetarian.

Get out of my shop.

Ha ha ha ha!

I'm only messin' with ya!

Rachita: Hardeep,
we're investigating a double m*rder

that occurred outside
West Central Hospital.

Yeah... I heard what happened
to that poor girl.

I don't suppose you
recognise this vehicle?

Do you mind telling us what
you know about Frank Chapman?

Never met him.

But you must have
heard about him.

[Sighs]

I know he was good
at sorting things...

when people don't want
your lot involved, like.

No offence.
Clive: No.

Hardeep: Price was always
higher for us lot, though.

Rachita: What do you mean?
Hardeep: Well, non-whites.

Hardeep: They always
added a premium.

Is there anything else?

No.

You know, this isn't
your average g*ng drive-by.

Someone out there has
pushed things too far,

and it's only a matter of time
before there's a retaliation.

The sooner we find
Frank Chapman's k*ller,

the sooner we can douse whatever
it is that is about to catch fire.

I don't want to get involved.

Rachita: You know, Megan had nothing
to do with this. Clive: Ma'am, look...

Rachita: She was an innocent bystander.
Clive told me

how much you do
for young people in the area.

I know how much you care.

This is our chance to prevent

more tragedies like this
from happening.

♪

There's been talk, you know?

This family.

What family is this, mate?

Hardeep: They've come over
from Leicester.

They're all
in the same sort of trade,

and they've been... crossing
over into Chapman territory.

The jewellery trade?

Yeah.

And the rest.

They ran things over there.

Have you got a name?

[Sighs]

The Mochanis.

♪

[Distant car horns honking,
siren wailing]

I spoke to an ex-colleague
from Leicester Constabulary

who's had dealings with the eldest
child of the Mochani family,

Ravinder Mochani, known as Rav.

A few years ago,
he was done for possession of a firearm,

but as he was a first-time
offender, he only did two years.

We also spoke to an old
friend of Clive's who's

an ex-youth worker,
who confirms that since the Mochanis

have been on the scene,
tensions between the Chapmans

and the Mochanis
have been brewing.

It sounds like the
beginning of a turf w*r.

What are you thinking?

With your permission,
ma'am, I'd like

to bring the Mochanis
in for questioning.

Is there really enough evidence?

We can't work
on hearsay, DI Ray.

Previous failings, I mean, we have to
be so careful when we're profiling.

Frank Chapman's probably
built up a number of enemies

over the years, but none with the
confidence to carry out his m*rder.

This family may be key.
What about surveillance, then?

[Sighs]

I'm happy for you to put in
for a surveillance authority,

but I would urge you
to make sure

they have something
to do with it first.

[Car doors close,
footsteps approach]

Man: You're actually
on time.

Ah. Um, Rachita,
this is my husband Nick.

Rachita: Oh, hi.
Nick: Oh, yeah, DI Ray.

Lovely to meet you.
Rachita: Likewise.

Uh, this is my brother, Ethan.

Rachita: Hi.
Ethan: Hi there.

Kerry: Uh, we should get going
or we'll lose the reservation.

OK. Thank you.

Hey, we're off for some,
uh, tapas and drinks.

More than welcome to join us.

It's really kind of you, but I have plans.
Enjoy your night.

[Car doors close,
key fob chirps]

[Distant tires squeal]

[Car door closes]

Jay: Do you have
to be somewhere?

Rachita: Um, I've actually
got loads of work to do.

Do you want me
to get you a minicab?

It's all right.

I'll walk it.

What is it you do?

Admin.

Maybe we could get
a drink next time?

Yeah, it's probably
best if we don't.

You know the old
"it's not you, it's me"?

Well, in this case,

it really is.

[Distant traffic]

[Distant dog barks]

[Distant door opens]
Hardeep: Sorry, we're closed.

[Door closes]

♪

[Grunts]

You pig-loving b*stard.

[Panting]

Easy now, all right?

You'd better keep quiet
about the Mochanis.

♪

[Pants]

[Muffled hip-hop music playing
loudly inside car]

[Male singer rapping
indistinctly]

♪ So you see me pull up in a new shape ♪

♪ Car gets surrounded

♪ Of here before it's too late
but she'll pull a punch... ♪

[Distant siren wailing]

[Music stops]

Rav Mochani.

Clive: Flash b*stard.

[Traffic noise]

Let's go.

I thought we weren't authorised.

[Entry chime sounds]

Woman: Do you have
an appointment?

Well, my name is DI Ray,
and this is DS Bottomley.

We're in the area making
some enquiries and, uh,

we were wondering if we could
speak to the proprietors?

I'm Sharan Mochani.
This is a family business.

What's it regarding, officers?

Well, we're wondering if any
of you recognise this vehicle.

No, I don't.

What about you?

Afraid not, Officer.

Sharan: Would you mind
telling us

exactly what this is about?

We're investigating
a serious incident,

and we're simply trying to get
as much information as possible.

What's the incident?

Frank Chapman was m*rder*d
around 11 p.m. on Sunday,

and a young nurse was
caught in the crossfire.

Rav: We've heard, uh...
Sharan: But we've

never had any dealings
with the man.

But you must know about him.

What's your full name?

[Distant siren wailing]

Detective Inspector Rachita Ray.

♪

Interesting they sent you
to talk to us,

Detective Inspector Ray.

[Mobile phone ringing]

Excuse me.
I have to take this.

[Ringing continues]

Now, if you don't mind... heh!...
you're not great for business.

[Chuckles]

[Computer mouse clicking]

[Distant office phone rings,
door opens]

[Distant footsteps, door closes]

[Sighs]

[Distant phone rings]

♪

Rachita: There's
a strong possibility

that Frank Chapman's m*rder
is turf-related.

Hardeep seemed pretty sure
about what's been going on,

but we need to make sure that
we follow all lines of enquiry.

Frank had enemies coming
out of his ears,

and Dave Chapman
even alluded to the fact.

Liam: Ma'am, I've tracked
the Mochanis' vehicles

as you requested,
and on the evening of the incident,

Sharan, Priya, and Rav's
were all parked up

at a family-run
Persian restaurant

in town called Kish.

Can you get in touch
with the restaurant and see

if they can get
any CCTV footage of 'em?

Liam: Already on it, ma'am.
Rachita: Clive, Kwesi, let's carry on

covert surveillance of both
the Chapmans and the Mochanis.

Charlene, I want you to carry on
investigating the Chapman shops,

see when Frank last visited
them, and try and get anything

you can out of the staff.
Charlene: Ma'am.

Liz: Frank was a really
good boss, you know.

Charlene: In what way?

Well, uh...

I've been here 30 years, and...

not once has he
missed me birthday.

And when was
the last time you saw him?

Sunday, it was.
[Sighs]

[Muffled dance music playing
inside passing car]

He came in for a meeting.

What is it?

[Wheezes]

I don't... I don't want
to make a statement.

OK.

Might be nothing.

Any information is
useful to us right now.

When he was leaving, uh, saw him

having an argument with a fella.

Can you remember what
he looked like?

Uh...

he had a Sandwright's
uniform on.

Charlene: The supermarket?
Liz: Yeah.

I recognised it 'cause I
do me food shop there.

Manager: OK, just a tick.
[Sighs]

Where are we?

Sunday. Uh...

[Classical piano music
playing quietly]

Manager:
Uh, Karen, Jermaine,

Lisa, oh, just a tick.

♪

Uh, Sohail,

Sam, Graham,

Vicky...

♪

Rachita: Hey!
Manager: Aled?

Rachita: Police! Stop!

♪

[Woman groans]
Man: Hey, you... idiot!

Woman: Oh!
Man: Hey, man. No way.

♪

Charlene: Stop!
[Man groans]

[Grunts]
Charlene: Ah!

Ah, come on.
Aah!

[Rachita groans]
Charlene:...!

[Panting]

Rachita: Are you OK, DC Ellis?
Charlene: Mm-hmm.

Rachita: I am arresting you
for assaulting a police officer

and on the suspicion
of m*rder of Frank Chapman.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned
something you later rely on in court.

Ah,... off.

♪

Rachita: Aled...

we have an eyewitness who claims they saw you

arguing with Frank Chapman
outside his Pawn Haven shop

on the day he was m*rder*d.

Rachita: Can you tell me
what you were arguing about?

Why did you run from us?

What have you done, Aled?

Nothin'.

It's not the first time you've
been in custody, is it?

You have quite the CV.

[Papers rustling]

How do you know Frank Chapman?
Did you work for him?

No.

Rachita: This is
a m*rder investigation, Aled.

I'm gonna ask you again.

Why were you arguing
with Frank Chapman?

'Cause he's an evil... b*stard,
that's why! They all are!

Rachita: Who are?
Aled: The Chapmans!

Rachita: In what way?
Aled: They kept upping the vig,

saying I owed 'em 25 grand,
made me do drops for 'em,

burnt my scooter,
went to my mum's house,

scared the... out of her!
It's how they operate!

They shut you into debt and then they...
up your whole life!

They're all...!

They deserve
everything they get.

How much did you borrow, Aled?

Two grand.

I'm the victim here!

And what happened
after the argument?

I went to the pub
and I got...- faced.

Loads of people saw me.

Never take on the Chapmans.

[Distant phones ringing]

[Typing]

Are you sure you should be here?

Yeah, the doc said it was fine.

I've got a pretty
tough nut, you know.

How did it go, anyway?

Charged with assaulting
a police officer,

but multiple witnesses
corroborate his alibi

for the time of the shootin'.

Rachita: Liam, where are we at
with the forensics on Frank's car?

Uh, there are some other prints

on the back-seat
door handles, but none

that match any on our database.

The blood is all his.
Also, forensics are back

from the whisky glasses
in his kitchen.

One had traces of saliva
which match his,

but the other had
no trace of DNA.

So whoever it was
didn't even take a sip?

There is something else,
though, ma'am.

I've been studying the CCTV

from the Persian restaurant,
like you said,

and look at this.
[Types]

Rav Mochani leaves around 2218
and then doesn't return.

Sharan and Priya are still
at the restaurant 'til 1:45 a.m.

and then, ANPR picked up
his vehicle

half a mile away from West Central Hospital.

Rav Mochani has form.
We know he likes to mark his territory.

He's used scare tactics
in Leicester in the past.

He has a lot to gain
from taking on the Chapmans,

and now, he potentially
doesn't have an alibi.

Look into Rav Mochani's
phone records

and movements in the days
leading up to Chapman's m*rder.

I'm gonna check in with Clive,
see who's shown up for Frank.

[Typing]

♪

Rachita: Kwesi, are you
still at the Mochani shop?

Yep.
Still here, ma'am.

Great. Stay there.
I want you to keep eyes on Rav.

[Phone beeps]

[Indistinct chatter
and laughter]

[Camera shutter clicks]

[Click click]

[Click]

Been meaning to say,
after the Mochani meet,

I didn't know you could sign.

I did a course years ago.
I can only remember

a few words,
mainly how to swear.

[Chuckles]

Rachita: Is this lot
mourning or celebrating?

Clive: It can't be.

[Camera shutter clicking]
Rachita: What?

That's Lou Kirkby.

The... he doing here?

Rachita: Who's he?
Clive: Oh, he used to be

into all sorts: fraud,
drugs, you name it.

Last I heard,
he was doing 20 years.

Well, do you reckon
he's worth checking out?

Yeah, possibly...
though he's probably

just here to show his face.

Oh, bloody... bollocks.

Rachita: Here.
Clive: Ta.

Weren't you wearing
that yesterday?

[Sighs]

Bloody washing machine's
on the blink.

Bloke can't get out
to us 'til next Tuesday.

[Camera shutter clicks]

♪

Rachita:
What's he after?

[Camera shutter clicks]

♪

[Camera shutter clicks]

Something's up.

[Distant car horn honks]

♪

[Car doors close]

[Engine turns over]

♪

[Camera shutter clicks]

♪

[Camera shutter clicks]

♪

They know.
[Camera shutter clicks]

This is all for show.
They know we're watching 'em

They want us here.

[Overlapping chatter]

[Rock music playing]

♪

Dad?

You all right?

Yeah. Sorry, love.
Miles away.

Tough day.

Babe, think you
should make a toast

to your dad now,
before she gets on one.

Come on.

[Distant car horn honks]

[Engine revving]

[Brakes screech,
parking brake cranks]

♪

[Muffled shouting]

Kilo, Mike 459 to Control.

We have an armed robbery
in Mochani jewellery shop.

Correction.
It's an abduction.

Two IC1 males wearing guerilla masks.
They're taking Rav Mochani.

Sierra, Brava 2-9 to Control.
- Sierra, Brava 2-9, go ahead.

Get me marked cars
and air support.

They're heading northwest
towards Ring Road.

Black Transit van... Papa-3-7-0-
November-Libra-Foxtrot.

Um...

Dad was a man of loyalty.

All: Yeah.
Suzie: Dad was a legend.

[Crowd murmurs]

Suzie: A force.

[Engine revving, Rav grunting]

Suzie:
There was no one like him.

Control: Camera sighting
of vehicle at junction

at High Street and Ring Road.

[Brakes screech, car horn honks]

Clive: You're too close!
We don't have backup!

Control:
Sierra Brava 2-9, visual?

[Engine revs]

Ma'am?

Suzie: Having him
taken from us

like this

has ripped the heart

out of our family.
[Crowd murmurs]

Clive:
Ma'am, slow down!

[Groaning]

[Tires squeal]

Ma'am!

[Truck horn honking]

And we won't rest until we
have justice for Frank.

Crowd: Yes!

Will we?

All: Frank! Frank! Frank!

Clive:
Stop it! Stop now!

[Groaning]

[Car horn honks]

[Brakes screech]

[Sighs]

Control: Sierra, Brava 2-9,

please hold your position
and await backup.

[Panting]

[Sighs]

Control: Sierra, Brava 2-9,

please hold your position
and await backup.

♪

[Sighs]

♪