01x05 - Episode 5

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'Martin Gilmour is under arrest

'for a very serious offence.'

All I know is that he was being paid
by the Fitzmaurices.

'Amina Bates is going
to print the story next week

'about Phoebe's accident.

'She has a key witness

'and all the evidence
from your family's holding company.'

She knows you were driving the car.

It was always gonna end in disaster.
I knew it.

'They had this messed up...
whatever it was.

'I thought it was over.'

You'll be godfather,
won't you, LS?

We had a great time monkeying about.
I think we've got to get grown up.

I can't be a good husband to her.

Martin, I think we need to take Lucy
to the hospital.

Get out of my way, Ben.
You're cut off!

It's done! You're done!
It's over! It's done!

I am not cleaning up your sh*t
any more.

GRUNTING Oh, Jesus Christ!

Your baby is keen
to come very early, Dad.

Why was he shouting at you
like that?

He was driving the car.

He crashed it.
I'm not gonna lie for him any more.

Why did you do that?
Because I loved him.

You put the party first.
Not everyone does that.

No man does that.
We can't support your bid.

The country wants something else.
They want someone else, like her.

Me? Yeah, your stupid, impulsive
announcement has got us nowhere.

Have you had a drink?

You stupid old soak.
Get out of my face.

Argh...

Something's happening!

Time to stop running, maybe.

You can only run away for so long.

No! My baby's gone!

Meet me at the outhouse.

MUSIC BLARES

LS, I'm really sorry about earlier.

It was not... not cool of me.
That really wasn't...

...wasn't cool of me at all.

The baby died.

He didn't even take a single breath.

BEN GASPS

Oh, no.

Oh, God.

Oh, mate, I'm...

...I'm so sorry.

BEN SIGHS

How's Lucy?

Broken.
Yeah.

We both are.

You broke us.

Mate, come on, that's...

That's not very fair.
W-What did I do?

You k*lled him.
What?

g*n c*ck

FIREWORKS BOOM

What do you want me to do, Martin?
What do you want me to do?

I'll do it. No strings, OK?
I promise.

Tell your mother the truth.
Tell her you k*lled Phoebe.

Look, I tried to talk to her.
Well, try again!

I can't.
You have to.

I can't! I just can't! I...

I can't...
I can't live with her knowing.

God, she's going to know, isn't she?
She's going to find out.

You know, Martin...

...I really wish that it had been me
that had gone to prison.

I wish it had been me
that had served time.

Loving you...

...has ruined me.

HE SNIFFLES

My childhood...

...was stolen from me.

No, it was interrupted.

It was interrup...
It was stolen!

When you pile lie upon lie
on a person, don't you realise?

I know.
They get buried alive, Ben!

I'm sorry. I...

I don't know
what else to... to say.

I wish that I could change it,
Martin, but I...

But you didn't. You haven't.
You ran with it.

You ran with the position
you had me in,

crushing me down constantly,
like a f*cking ant under your shoe.

I know, I know.

I know I did, and it was wrong.

I couldn't hate myself any more.
I couldn't.

Please.

HE SCOFFS

SNIFFLING

MARTIN CRIES

You couldn't want to k*ll me more
than I want to k*ll myself, Martin.

No.

I loved you.

But I loved you in the way
that I was taught how,

and I'm so sorry.

I just did it the way that I saw.
Erm...

It's OK.

I will always...

...love you.

Martin, I will.

Always.

Ben!
FIREWORKS BOOM

SHE BREATHES SHAKILY

Oh, my God.
Serena, just stay calm, please.

What have you done?
Call an ambulance.

Oh, my God! His head!

Oh, my God. Oh, God, his head.

Get something quick. Bind it.

Oh, my God. Oh! Oh, my poor boy.

Give me your phone, quick.
It's there.

Oh, my poor boy.
SHE CRIES

PHONE DIALS
It's OK, Squirrel, it's OK.

'Emergency.
Which service do you require?'

Ambulance.

'Ambulance service.
Is the patient breathing?'

Oh, my God.
Is he breathing?

I don't know.
Just check if he's breathing.

Yeah, I think he's... Yeah.
Yes, we think so.

He's breathing.
'Is he awake?'

No.

'What's the address
of the emergency?'

Denby Hall.
Outhouses, though.

Tell them to go round the back.
Tell them not to go to the front.

Tell them we're having a party.
'Are you still there, sir?'

Martin, tell them to...
Just shut the f*ck up!

'Sir, can you hear me?'
What have you done to him?

'Are you still with me, sir?'
What have you done to him?

'Can you tell me
exactly what's happened?'

SIREN WAILS

CHATTER

Please help him. Please.

All right, madam,
can you step back for me, please?

Take a step back.
Bleeding from the temporal region.

g*nsh*t entry wound.

Control from 9012, with patient.

P1 back-up,
request of assistance, over.

Tachy and unresponsive.
I can't stem this bleed.

Please tell me he'll be OK.

We are looking
at a catastrophic haemorrhage.

Just please tell me he'll be OK.

HEMS are on their way.
He is in a critical condition.

Let's lift him up.
Oh, God.

SIREN WAILS

BABY CRIES

Police!

BABY CRIES

It's all right. It's all right.
It's OK. It's OK.

All right.
BABY CRIES

Shh, shh, shh!

It's OK. Shh, shh, shh!

BABY CRIES
Shh, shh, shh!

This is Denby Police.
Please vacate the property.

Please can everyone vacate
the property.

BABY CRIES

Where's Monica?
With Grandpa.

Where's the other one?
Er, I don't know, Granny.

CHATTER

Bore da.
Bore da.

Look at Ben.
Ben, he's going, he's going.

...compromised.
Please.

Ben!
Keep wrapping it.

Oh, my...
SHE CRIES

The blood's just soaking through.

Keep going.
We need to stop the bleed.

SHE CRIES

OK, good.
DC Protheroe. All right?

Take some deep breaths for me.
Can you tell me what happened?

OK, deep breaths.
Just tell me what happened, OK?

He had it in his hand.
Who had it in his hand?

I saw him.
I'm so sorry, saw who?

He fired it.
Who?

They were upset,
they had an argument,

and then that's when he...

OK, OK, I understand.
It was him.

It's OK, we're gonna need
to take a statement from you, OK?

It's gonna be all right.
I saw him with it in his hand.

Sir, stay in the courtyard.

Hey, stop! Come back!

Stop! Bring him back!

Armed units, move!

Stop where you are!

PANTING

Armed police!

Stop where you are!
Martin Gilmour, stay where you are!

Do not move!

Martin! Martin Gilmour!

Martin!

HE BREATHES SHAKILY

Martin!
I'm not armed.

I'm not armed.

Face the tree.
Hands behind your head.

Mind your backs, please. We're good.

Yeah, hold the door, please.
Step aside.

Trauma team on standby, please.

Can I get an IV check, please?
Line in!

CHATTER

How's the oxygen?

CHATTER

Come. Come.

Come this way.

The man
with the jingle-jangle shoes.

It's not good.
It's not good for you.

Very bad.


PHONE DIALS

'Hello?'
Hi, Logan. Serena.

'Hello, Serena. How are you?'
Are you alone?

Mm-hm. What is it?

'Er, I'm having a total shocker.'

Ben's in intensive care

with a b*llet wound to the head,
of all things.

Yeah.

The doctors can't be sure
of the extent of the brain damage.

He's lost a lot of blood,

and they're telling me
to prepare for the worst.

'It's unbelievable, really.

'Supposed to be the best night
of his life.'

Well, what happened?

It was all very quick.
It was very odd.

Erm, but I just wanted to check
something about the will with you,

about George's will.

'Yeah, so, the thing is, Logan, erm,

'so Ben and Fliss, his older sister,
are executors of the will.

'That's right, right?'
That's correct.

'Yeah, yeah, erm...'

And if there were a situation
where...

How can I put this? Where, erm...

Well, if Ben passed away
at his own hand,

then that affects
his dependents' reimbursements?

'Reimbursement?'

Well, not reimbursements.
You know what I mean. Funds.

I'm not clear what you're asking.

Please, can you just level with me,
Logan, please, as a friend?

Are you asking me,
would your status be affected

as Ben's dependents
if he took his own life?

Yes.

'Logan?'
Yes.

'Yes, it would. You'd get nothing.'
I thought so. Yeah.

OK, well, look, thank you.

Erm, thanks, thanks. Sorry.

'Do you need me to come over?'
Er, no, no.

It's just, there's been a...
I mean, it's a living nightmare.

'What can I say? But, erm...'

No, I just wanted to,
you know, sort things out.

I don't want anyone pulling
any funny business, that's all.

It's very clear, actually,
what's happened.

'It's, erm...
It's clear who's guilty.'

And the police are on their way,
so, yeah, my head's just spinning.

'Can we just forget
that this call ever happened?'

OK.

It never happened,
but thanks, Logan. OK.

DOOR SLAMS

'You have a violent
history, don't you, Martin?

'You've k*lled before, haven't you?'

HE SIGHS

'The moment that I need you
the most, you stab me in the back!'

'I'm not cleaning up
your sh*t any more.'

'It was him. He fired it.'

'They're saying your
fingerprints are on the weapon.'

Right, you can go now.
CHATTER

Er, excuse me.
That's my stuff.

Is everything all right?
You can't just take my stuff.

This is private property.
Are these yours, sir?

Yes, they are.

What's your name?
Jarvis Conrad.

If you could just
put your hands out, please, sir.

What?
Jarvis...

Just put your hands out,
please, sir.

For God's sake.
Just do it.

What is this?

This is just to let you know
that you are under arrest, OK?

What?

Jarvis Conrad, I am arresting you
on suspicion of drug possession

with intent to supply.

Button...
Jesus f*ck!

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

if you don't mention when questioned

something which you later rely on
in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

I've just announced my candidacy

for leader
of the Conservative Party.

How exciting for you, sir.

You can tell our custody sergeant
all about it at the station.

This way, sir.

BABY CRIES

So, you are being charged
with attempted m*rder, OK?

The severity of the crime
means you're a flight risk,

so you will be held in prison,
kept in custody, pending trial.

Do you understand that?
Yeah.

You've been through so much
in just one night, Martin.

You've lost your son.
That's ever so hard.

I never, er...

Never, ever thought
I'd be a father.

I didn't ever think
it was on the cards for me.

And the whole time, I just...

I didn't know how I felt about it,
you know?

I didn't hate the baby.
I just hated the idea of him.

I didn't... I didn't want change.

But I saw him...

...only for a second.

I held him, just for a second.

Just for that second...

...and I just...

I...

HE SIGHS

It just, er...

Just here, you know?

In here.

It was just...

It was just a second,

and I don't even know
what you would call it.

Maybe it was love, Martin.

Yeah.

Yeah, it was love.

It was just there.

HE SNIFFLES

And I only got a second of it.

I just tasted it...

...just for that split second.

And it was suddenly... all I wanted.

All I ever wanted.

And it was gone.

It was gone.

Do you think maybe Ben was
responsible for this in some way?

Yeah, I did.

I did, but I don't any more.

Martin, are you sure...

there is nothing else
you want to tell me?

Yeah.

I didn't try to k*ll him.

I didn't try to k*ll him.

I didn't.

Who are you texting?

Sorry.
No, I don't care.

Who are you texting?

Just... you had
a different expression.

Did I?
Yeah.

First time
I've seen you look uncertain.

SHE CHUCKLES
That's interesting.

It's just my daughter.
Oh. How nice.

How old is she?
She's 11.

Just started secondary school.

There's a lot of drama, you know.
Oh, I know.

I hope it goes well for her.

I hope she finds her people.

If he dies...

...what happens if he dies?

Erm...

Well, it's a m*rder investigation.

What do you get for m*rder?

Let's not think about that, Martin.
Let's try and stay positive.

It's life, isn't it?

But what does it mean... "life"?

Well... m*rder is a life sentence.

For firearms or expl*sives,
that's 30 years minimum.

He might live, Martin.

He might talk.
He might give a statement.

But will he tell the truth?

That's the question.
Can he ever tell the truth?

PRISONERS CLAMOUR

DOOR SLAMS

Heavenly Father, thank you
for the love of family and friends.

Even in hard times,
you are my refuge and my hope.

Help me to live
with a grateful heart,

to see the goodness in every moment,

and never to take your grace
for granted.

I praise you, Lord,
and give thanks...

...that you are faithful, loving...

...and always near.

PHONE RINGS

Hello? Yes.

Well, that's very good news indeed.
Thank you.

No, of course. I understand.

Of course, yes.

Thank you for letting me know.
Goodbye.

SHE SIGHS

SHE SIGHS

Thanks for coming, Mrs Fitzmaurice.
Yeah.

I'll talk you through
the rehab programme. Uh-huh.

So, it looks like the b*llet's
caused significant bleeding

inside his skull.

He's had what we call
subarachnoid haemorrhage.

That's why we took him
straight to theatre

for emergency
decompressive craniectomy.

What does it all mean?

It means we temporarily removed
a section of his skull

to relieve pressure on the brain
and allow it to swell safely.

What does recovery look like?

Best case scenario, he'll be
discharged in four to six weeks.

You'll be playing nurse for a while,
I'm afraid.

The medications will give him

all sorts of lovely side effects
you'll have to manage.

What kind of side effects?

He's likely to lose control
of his bladder, his bowels,

so help with going to the bathroom,
cleaning, washing himself.

Of course, that's aside
from the physical rehab,

helping with everyday activities,
walking, dressing, feeding,

and there'll be quite
a strict medication schedule

you'll have to follow.

Anticonvulsants.

Don't worry, we'll talk you
through what to do

in the event of a seizure,

but you will have to be
round the clock with your vigilance.

Watch out for infections, choking,
night terrors, blackouts.

Mr Conrad, why did you have


in your possession at Denby Hall
on the night of October 4th?

No comment.

Were you in possession
of the cocaine

with an intention to supply it?

No comment.

You texted your assistant
on the 1st of October -

"Flagging already.

"Pick up and pack C, H,
asterisk, N, G from Oliver's."

The asterisk was for an "A",
wasn't it?

No comment.

You meant "chang",
the street term for cocaine,

didn't you, Jarvis?

No comment.

You were selling cocaine
at the party, Jarvis. No.

WHISPERING

No comment.

Do you think that
because of who your family are

that you're above the law?
No comment.

Cos no-one's above the law, Jarvis.
Do you understand that?

I need to know
that you understand that.

Do you understand that, really,
you're just like everyone else?

OK. The detainee
is nodding his head.

Ben?

Ben?
Mm.

Have a drink. There you go.

Ben, are you awake?

You know...

I knew from the first blow
of the whistle.

Saw it all laid out
on the playing field.

He was sort of...
sort of pattering around,

like a goat sniffing his droppings.

All over the f*cking place, he was.

He didn't know
what a pain au chocolat is.

BEN LAUGHS

I mean, who doesn't know
what a pain au chocolat is?

BEN LAUGHS

Do you mind taking this out?
It's hurting me.

You're OK, Ben.
No, no, no, no.

Ben, you're OK.
No, you don't understand.

It's really hurting me. Do you mind?
Ben, Ben.

We know how poorly you've been,

but we need you
to tell us what's happened.

It's really important that
you tell us what happened to you.

OK, thank you.
Yes, erm...

It just seemed like the best...

...you know, the best thing to do
at the time...

...to say goodbye

and just... just end it all.

Gilmour. Message.

'So, after receiving
Ben's statement,

'the CPS have decided

'that the m*rder charge
is officially dismissed.'

RACHEL SIGHS
'Congratulations, Martin.

'You're going home.'

HE SIGHS

CHATTER ON TV

Oh... Oh, I can't stand that man.

There's nothing on.

It's just... crime and cooking.

Like being mother to Martin.

SHE LAUGHS

Is that the first laugh?

It is, yeah.

Do you want me to put
these chopping boards in a box?

Yes, please.

Are you sure you don't want them?
You won't need them?

They were a wedding present,
weren't they?

Yeah, but Martin did all
the chopping in the relationship.

Anyway, I'm gonna go travelling.
But you're not healed.

That's what the travelling is for.

Oh, thank you.

Here you are, cariad.
Oh, cheers.

SHE SIGHS

Where will you go?

I don't know.

I just want to be
a stranger somewhere, you know?

Just be a strange person
in a strange land.

Well, we'll always be here for you.

I know.
You're not a stranger to us.

Don't give me that look.

Well, you knew Martin,
and he knew you and...

well, it might not last a lifetime,
but...

...knowing someone, it is love.

To be known is to be loved.

Secrets or no secrets.

Oh, you're both off, are you?

No further action memo.

What, from the CPS?
Yep.

Wow.
Time for a drink.

You coming?

When he arrived in custody,

Martin Gilmour requested
pain medication, didn't he?

Christ, how much did we give him?

It was eight milligrams of codeine
and 500 milligrams of paracetamol.

Oh, God.
Is that a lot? Sounds like a lot.

It's his prescription.

I checked with his GP
in Hornsey, North London.

Phew! Well done.

But the note on the pharmacy said
it was for a shoulder injury, right?

Cos we had questions about it.

Yeah, but he didn't give consent
for the medical records, did he?

No, which is why we had to apply
formally through Data Protection.

And?

Seatbelt injury to left shoulder
sustained from a car crash

when Martin was 19 years old.

If he was driving the car,

the seatbelt injury would be
on the right, not the left.

OK, so,
what exactly are you implying?

I'm saying that we now have evidence

to suggest that Martin Gilmour
wasn't driving that car, sarge.

Well, someone was driving that car.
A girl died.

Yeah, and I'm wondering
if it was her brother -

the Fitzmaurice boy,
the sh**ting victim.

And Martin took the blame
and went to prison.

OK, so, what you're saying

is that there was a Taff
and a toff conspiracy?

What, and go to prison?
Ruin his life?

Why would he do a thing like that?

I don't know... yet.

No, no, no, no, no, no. OK.

Protheroe, I admire you, OK?

And believe it or not,
I used to be just like you.

You can all see the flaws
and contradictions,

like a big galaxy of injustice
floating about in the sky,

but trust me on this one...
don't follow this up, yeah?

There is absolutely no point at all.

We haven't got the manpower.
We haven't got the resources, man.

It'll just be
a very slow, very dead end.

So save yourself the time,
save yourself a massive headache.

Long day.

Come on, cariad, please,
let's go for a drink.

Yeah, OK.

I'll see you down there.
Tidy.

PHONE DIALS

'Hello?'
Hi, is that Deborah Manning?

'Yes, speaking.'
Hi, this is DC Protheroe.

I believe you were the prosecutor
in the Martin Gilmour sh**ting case.

'Er, yes, that's right.'

I hope you don't mind me ringing,
erm...

Basically, something isn't
sitting quite right with me,

and I wanted to talk to you
about some new information.

'Sorry, can I put you on hold?'

Yeah, I can hold. Thank you.

MARTIN SIGHS

You weren't waiting long?

I had issues parking.
No.

Oh, I was ever so worried
you'd be waiting long.

I didn't.

I still don't know
if I've parked in the right spot.

It says "visitors",
but it's not clear.

I'm sure it'll be OK.

Wouldn't want to be in
the wrong place at the wrong time.

Oh, I know.

SHE CHUCKLES

Thanks for coming, Mum.

How is she doing?

It'll be a long road. Long road.

PHONE RINGS

All right, just wait a sec.

Hey, Barnes. How are you, mate?
I heard Dad's gonna be OK.

Does that mean...?
Does that mean...?

'What does that mean?'

It means your dad's gonna be OK,
and I'm OK.

Are you OK?
Hmm, not in these stupid suits.

MARTIN LAUGHS

'Oh, yeah, those.
Well, my mum picked me up.'

Wanna say hello?
Mm.

Hello, Barnaby.
That's good news about your dad.

Oh, thanks.

Is that your room?
'Mm-hm.'

'Hey, it's nice.'
How's Lucy?

Erm, well,
we're not together any more.

My mum's been looking after her,
so...

'Oh, I'm sorry.'
Thanks.

What's that?
Coconut water.

Coconut water?
They're serving coconut water now?

SHE CHUCKLES
Christ, how things have changed.

Bless him.
THEY LAUGH

I think the window would be softer.

Yeah, it's nice having the blossom
from that tree in the background.

Yeah, well, I want to be feminine,
but not too feminine.

Do you know what I mean?
Exactly, yeah.

No, I don't think
it'll be too feminine. OK.

We are at a turning point
for our country

and indeed the world.

Fresh perspective,
fresh voices, fresh ideas.

And it is for these reasons
that I have decided to submit,

to the Chairman
of the 1922 Committee,

my candidacy to be leader
of the Conservative Party.

It is time for proper leadership.

Now, as the daughter of a plumber

and a housewife raised
on a council estate in Coventry,

what you see is what you get.

Erm, still... I'm a bit concerned
about that bit.

Which bit?
The... The council estate bit.

It's strong, Heidi.

It paints a picture, brings them in.

Yeah, I mean,
it was a council estate.

It was a house on an estate
that was owned by the council.

Council estate. Great.
Yeah.

It's just that when I was about 12,
my parents bought it.

Even better.
Upwardly mobile. Excellent.

You were raised on a council estate.
That's you.

Yes. Yes, exactly.

Great, OK.
SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

Hello.
I'm here to see Ben Fitzmaurice.

He's in the last room
on the right.

All right, mate?
Hey, don't strain yourself.

Mate, you couldn't get me some...
get me some water?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Thanks.

You know, I've got absolutely
no idea how long I've been in here.



Funnily enough,
I had reason to count them.

So... how bad was it?

Am I toast?
BEN CHUCKLES

It's gone away.

Maybe for a bit, maybe forever.
Who knows?

BEN SCOFFS
Life.

Yeah, there's something
I want to tell you, LS.

You know, erm...

...when I woke up...

...apparently...

...all I talked about was you.

Really?
Yeah.

All of those old memories
came flooding back.

I saw you on the rugby field...
head to toe in mud.

BEN CHUCKLES

Just looking like the God
that you are.

Crikey, did you just...

You said to the world, "Here I am."

And you're here now, aren't you?

Here with me.

By my side, as always.

How's Lucy?

Getting there.

I'm sorry, it's so sad
what happened to you,

what you had to go through.

Maybe we can be friends one day.

Listen.
Mm?

When you're feeling up to it,
give Barnes a call.

Of course I will.

Check in on him, listen to him,
spend time with him.

Spend time with them all, but...

...especially him.

He needs you.

Why are you telling me all this?

Cos I'm gonna miss him.

Why? Where are you...?
Where are you going?

LS, you're not gonna be leaving,
are you?

LS?

Can you just stay, please?

Please, just...
can you stay for ten minutes?

Please? Five minutes?

It's time.