03x06 - Deal

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03x06 - Deal

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In the criminal justice system,

the people are represented by two
separate yet equally important groups.

the police who investigate crime,

and the Crown Prosecutors who
prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Jodie, what are you doing?

You're gonna burn the flats down.

The bed's all wet.

Come on, Dad. Let's change your
pyjamas.

Mum?

Lia? Lia?

Lia!

Lia! Lia!

Please, carry on, Mr McElwaine.

Lia always went to bed first.

She's an early riser, I'm a night
owl.

So your wife was asleep when you got
into bed, yeah?

Oh, G...

We ain't married.

Asked her six times.

And you're sure the front door was
locked?

Jodie always locks it when she comes
back from work.

She works?

Burger place on the High Road.

You're 13.
My dad ain't worked for a long time.

My mum's just lost her job.
Someone's gotta pay the rent.

Jodie, did you lock the door when
you got in? I dunno.

My mate borrowed me this game.
I couldn't wait to play it.

Right, so someone could've got in
while you were at work

or maybe when you were playing the
game?

Dad's deaf in one ear. If he sleeps on
his right side, he can't hear nothing.

How long's your dad had a drinking
problem, Jodie?

He don't drink. That much shaking
isn't down to shock, surely?

My dad ain't no wino. He's got MS.

The only thing that helps is a
smoke.

Of cannabis?
Yeah.

I skin up enough to get him through
the day before I go to school.

He can't do it himself cos of the
shaking.

Sometimes he waits till Mum's gone
to bed.

And then he has too much and...

The door was locked when you got in,
wasn't it, Jodie?

Dad was out of it.

I thought Mum was asleep.

I got rid of the weed cos I know
what you lot would think.

When the social worker gets here,
Jodie,

we'll need you and your dad to come
down to the station, OK?

OK, Jodie. This way.

Daddy's little helper, eh?

Yeah, I had one just like her.

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I swear to God,

I don't remember anything.

That happens a lot, yeah?

Blackouts, memory loss?

I'd remember k*lling the woman I
love.

You said yourself you'd been
smoking.

It's medicinal.

It's illegal.

Do you have any idea
what MS does to you?

Some days, I can't even feed myself.

It's the only thing that helps.

And what does your girlfriend make
of your drug use?

She's anti-dr*gs.

So was I, till I got this disease.

Did you argue about that?

Sometimes.

Most of the time, I only smoked when
she was at work.

But she just lost her job.
That must've been hard, you know,

you under each others' feet all day
long, you needing a spliff,

and Lia having a go?

It wasn't like that.

And you couldn't work at all,
Johnny?

I'm on invalidity benefit.

While your 13-year-old kid brings
home the bacon?

Jodie doesn't mind.

Yeah, I'm sure she loves skipping
school to flip burgers.

I might not be able to look after my
family like other dads,

but I didn't k*ll Lia.

She was my rock.

The door was locked when Jodie got
home.

He doesn't seem the type,
but there is no other explanation.

And no g*n. We searched that flat
from top to bottom.

Well, maybe Daddy's little helper
moved it.

Matt, the man could hardly hold a
cup of water, let alone sh**t someone.

Well, someone sh*t her.

Listen, Jodie was the only one
earning in that household.

But they could afford life assurance
on Lia Brown.

Never missed a payment.

The policy's dated a month ago.

Because that's when Johnny upped it
from 15 grand to 50.

I mean, that doesn't look good,

upping Lia's life insurance a month
before she gets sh*t.

A month ago, Lia had just lost her
job.

If she wasn't the breadwinner
any more and Johnny was dying,

maybe he wanted to secure Jodie's
future?

Yeah, or maybe he had
one spliff too many

and hatched himself a plan to live
out his last days in luxury.

Yeah, and then he sh*t her with his
invisible g*n? Oh, come on, boys!

None of this is making any sense.

Let's call ballistics. That b*llet's
gotta tell us something.

The b*llet the pathologist pulled out
of Lia Brown's heart is a 9mm.

And what type of g*n fired it?
Not a g*n, a starter p*stol.

Let me guess, Olympic BBM.

You've read the latest newsletter.
From cover to cover.

I wrote the article
on converted firearms. No!

Really?

And for those of us who missed the
meeting?

Sorry, yes.

Costs around 80 quid
to buy on the Internet.

Very popular with London
gangs at the moment.

So, home conversion, yeah?
A basic B&Q tool kit would do it.

They come in fluorescent orange.
Great.

There's some gangster waving a
day-glo g*n around.

Most of the ones Trident retrieve are
sanded down and resprayed black.

Then they go for a monkey.
And what's the range?

That's the weird bit. The b*llet was
fired from at least 100 metres.

Sorry, 100 metres?

That's not possible.

What does it matter if
he sleeps with the windows

open or closed? You got
the scumbag that sh*t her.

If it didn't matter, we wouldn't be
asking.

Yeah, it was closed.

Well, the kid reckoned that the mum
and dad had a running battle over it.

And the mum liked it open.
So that night she lost.

Well, SOCO found a whole load of
unknown prints on that window.

The results should be through about
now.

Look, I've had this cold three
weeks.

The room was like a freezer.
So you closed the window?

I'm getting married on Saturday.

My fiancee will have my guts if I
look like bloody Rudolf in the photos.

I took the angle of trajectory,
factored in velocity, drop rate...

Cut to the good stuff, love.
Don't mind him.

He missed lunch.
Oh. Here.

On me.
Oh, ta.

He only eats the blue ones. Makes me
pick them out.

And the green ones. Goes towards my
five a day, right?

Do you want to know where your
sh**t was? Yes.

Up there.

I found this shell casing. Just right of
the line of fire into the McElwaine's gaff.

Your sh**t was standing right here
when he fired the g*n.

Went all the way across the estate.

Well, someone in the flats must've
seen or heard something.

No, this floor and all the floors above
it are derelict, so don't count on it.

And...

there's this blood.

How fresh?
Spilt in the last 24.

Could be our sh**t's?
Yeah, or some no mark smackhead's.

It's mostly cr*ck heads come up
here, actually.

They buy from the trap house on the tenth
floor and then they come up here to use.

I grew up here, didn't I?

I take it the drug dealers disabled
the old buzzer system then?

Keeps your traffic flowing.

So anyone could get up here?
Yeah, anyone could, but...

who'd want to?

Just junkies and skets. They pick up
johns down by the underpass.

Look, you're putting off the punters.
I'm rattling, as it is.

We could go somewhere warm and cosy.

Like the station.

Look, all I saw on the landing last
night was a couple of kids.

12, 13 tops.

One of them asked me for business.

Right little cocky w*nk*r,
he was.

Can you describe them?

We've got a lovely cell -
bench, open toilet, the works.

You can even stay the night.

Mixed race.

The little one had, like, canerows.

And the bigger one...

What? You know him? He might be a
witness, that's all.

He's Shannon's kid.

Shannon?
I dunno her last name.

She lives in Nightingale.

She used to work around
here with the rest of

us, and she stopped
working two months back.

Reckon she must've won the lottery, cos
she still manages to score every night.

Whatever it is, I didn't see
nothing, didn't hear nothing.

Actually, it's your boy Kaden
we wanna talk to.

He's out. With his mates.

So you'll have to come back later,
yeah?

Did you hear me invite you in?

It's all right, love, we ain't
vampires.

Does Kaden have a mobile?

You answered the phone to your mum
when you were 13, did you?

When he was 13, the pips were still
going before you put the money in.

Look, I've gotta be somewhere, yeah?

I'm sure the cr*ck houses don't shut
for a few hours yet.

That Kaden, is it?

What do you think?

Where does he go when he's with his
mates? No idea.

Well, I bet it ain't the Scouts,
is it?

He'll be hours yet, yeah?

We're not in a rush.

What comes after S in the alphabet,
Matty? T.

That'd be nice.

Got any biccies?

Number nine. He hangs out there
sometimes.

Matty!

Kaden Blake?

Eh?

Why did you run?

Thought you were someone else, innit?

Is someone after you, son?
No.

What were you doing in a cr*ck
house?

You and a friend were playing on the
landing

of the 12th floor of the same block,
on Tuesday night, round about 11?

Playing?
Mmm.

Not me.
Someone saw you.

Kaden, we just want to know what you
saw when you were up there.

He's told you, he weren't there.

Well, maybe you weren't supposed to
be out, Kaden, yeah?

You're not in any trouble.
I wasn't there.

So, where were you?
Chicken shop, with my boy Chayse.

Chayse who?
Chayse Wade.

Look, Kaden, if you're lying because
you're scared...

Scared? Do I look scared to you?

OK, mate, calm down. Touch me again,
you're merked, you get me?

He's told you where he was, end of.
Come on, Kaden.

We haven't finished here, actually.

Yeah, we are. Ain't got nothing to
hold me with.

No, you are right. You're free to...

Think they can treat me like some
p*ssy?

..to go.

That's no witness, Ron. That's our
sh**t.

And you let him go? Oh, guv, look,
we've got nothing to hold him on.

But you think this kid sh*t Lia
Brown?

We have a witness puts
Kaden Blake on that landing

and that tower block the
night Lia Brown was sh*t.

Maybe Kaden saw someone
waving a g*n about

and got scared enough
to keep his mouth shut.

This kid's not scared of anything.
Come on, boys, let's get real here.

This isn't some kitchen Kn*fe he's
nicked out of a drawer.

We're talking a ã500 firearm.

Or 80, if he did the conversion
himself.

Our witness also says she saw Kaden with

another boy, and has
given us a description.

Yeah, and Kaden said
he was hanging out with

his mate, Chayse Wade,
at the chicken shop.

Find out how many pieces he's got in
his bargain bucket.

Thank you.

Since when did people stop calling
their kids Jane and John

and start calling them Chayse and
Bon'Quisha?

Since this country got obsessed by
celebrity.

Little Bon'Quisha's parents want her
to be a pop star.

And with a name like Bon'Quisha,
she is hot to trot, baby. Right.

Well? Anything?
Yeah, twelve pieces and chips.

On the house. Fantastic.

You do know that's meant for a
family of five, don't you?

Well, if you wanted some, you only
had to ask.

I like my arteries with blood
flowing through them.

Fair enough. So...

Little Bon'Quisha in
there was working the

night Lia Brown got sh*t
and every night since.

And she reckons she ain't seen Kaden
or Chayse all week.

Ta.

Is Chayse in trouble? We need to know
where he was on Tuesday night.

He was supposed to be helping out
here on the project.

Only, he skived off.

Well, Kaden Blake claims that he was with
Chayse from around seven until midnight.

What's Kaden done now? We think
he was involved in a sh**ting.

If Chayse was with him, I will swing
for him.

What time did you get in on Tuesday?
Ten-ish.

Chayse didn't get in till half
twelve. I grounded him for two weeks.

So he could've been with Kaden?

Chayse had a cut on his head.
He wouldn't talk about it.

I had a go at him about fighting.
Chayse had been doing well at school.

He starts hanging round
with Kaden, and suddenly

we get letters home,
he stays out at night.

Did he come up with an explanation
why he was so late on Tuesday night?

Look, I told you. We were just chatting
to some girls at the Chicken shop.

Well, not according to the owner.

She reckons she hadn't seen you or
Kaden for over a week.

How'd you get the cut on the side of
your head?

Walked into a door.

You know about DNA, right?
Yeah. Seen it on Dexter.

Well, the sample we took from you when you
first came in to the station was for DNA,

and we're going to see
whether it matches the

blood we found on the
landing in the tower block.

Any minute now, an officer
is going to knock on

that door and bring me
the results of that test.

You wanna tell us the
truth, Chayse, cos if you

keep lying to us, we
won't be able to help you.

Chayse, I didn't bring up a liar.

It's not a game, Chayse.

Lia Brown was sh*t dead in her bed.

It's your last chance, son.

We either hear it from you

or we charge you and Kaden
with m*rder on joint enterprise.

I'm not gonna let you throw your
whole life away for Kaden Blake.

Do you hear me?

Kaden had the g*n.

He put it against my head.

And why would he do that?

Cos Merk-E told him to.

Merky?

Mark Ellis.

Everyone on the estate knows who he
is and what he does.

I didn't wanna be in his g*ng
no more.

You were in his g*ng?

Does this g*ng have a name?

TKC.

But I never hurt no-one.

All I did was move the food.

OK.

Go on.

He got us to collect packages
and run them out to the shottas.

So, how many other kids were working
for this Merky bloke?

I dunno. Maybe nine, ten of us.

So I'm there trying to
keep you lot off dr*gs,

and he's putting it
right into your hands.

How long were you doing this?
Couple of weeks.

But I knew it was wrong, Mum.

I told Kaden I was out, but Ellis
told him to fix it.

And how was Kaden supposed
to fix it?

With the g*n.

He sh*t once, but he missed.

He wasn't meant to k*ll that girl's
mum.

It was me he was supposed to k*ll.

Then he pointed the g*n right here.

He pulled the trigger. Only, the g*n
got stuck.

I thought I was dead.

Merk-E, real name Mark Ellis.

He's been investigated over the last four
years for converting and selling firearms

and for two g*ng-related sh**t.

But he's never actually been
charged. He's lucky.

Yeah, well, let's hope his luck is
about to run out. Thank you.

I'll have that. He's sweet enough.

Mark Ellis, by the way, has been running
his own little dr*gs empire for the TKC.

And he's using younger and younger
kids to move the dr*gs around the estate

because we can't charge them.

And they're easier to intimidate,
less likely to talk.

Kids or not, Henry Sharpe takes a
hard line on g*n crime.

But this sh**ting's accidental.
It's not m*rder.

Lia Brown's death was accidental, but
Kaden intended to k*ll his friend.

We've got Chayse's statement and the
witness.

It's enough to arrest Kaden on suspicion
of the manslaughter of Lia Brown

and the attempted m*rder of Chayse
Wade.

What about Mark Ellis?
He didn't fire the g*n.

He put it in his hand.

And Chayse told us that Ellis
ordered Kaden to k*ll him.

Hearsay from a 12-year-old isn't
enough, Matt.

Until you get me something on Ellis I
can use, we charge Kaden.

This is harassment, man. I've had
Five-O outside my gaff all day.

We're looking for Kaden.
Is he with Mark Ellis?

I'm just his mum. What do I know?

You see, now "pigs" and
"rozzers" I can handle,

but all this "feds"
and "five-o" malarkey...

I blame what's-his-face, P Daddy.

It's P Diddy.
I knew that.

I dunno, when I was a kid, if your
parents weren't perfect,

there was always an auntie or your
grandma to look out for you.

But she's all that kid's got and she
doesn't give a toss about him.

Matt, she's an addict!
Her choice.

Yes, and the choice to stop using is
the hardest one of all.

So we need to pick up Kaden, right?

And we need to find Mark Ellis.

We've got to see where he's set up
his new shop.

And I'm guessing we're in the right
neighbourhood.

So, sooner or later, Kaden's gonna
clock in.

We catch Ellis in possession, and we
get 'em both, yeah?

You're sure Kaden's in there?

Surveillance has him entering the
flat around lunch time. He hasn't left.

Once you're in, the priority is Kaden
and then Mark Ellis, in that order.

CO19 are on standby.

First sign there's any g*ns in there,
I want you lot out.

You ready, Gianni?
Yeah.

Yeah, who is it?
All right, mate?

Merk-E reckons you can sort me out.

I'm looking for Roxanne.

Police!

Right, secure this lot.

Mark Ellis, I'm arresting you on possession
of class A dr*gs with intent to supply.

You do not have to say anything...

That's funny, because my hands look
empty.

Anything you do say may be given in
evidence. Where's Kaden?

I don't know no Kaden.

Listen to me. Where's the boy? What
have you done with him?

Man, step in on my face again, see
if I go get merk you, little bitch.

Matty, that's enough. Gianni, take
him down.

Don't try to take my money, now!
Sorry, Ron.

All right, all right.
All clear on the ground floor!

Keep looking, lads!

Kaden?

Kaden?

I need a jemmy!

In the kitchen now!

Cheers.

Oh, my God.

It's OK. It's OK, yeah?

sh*t.

My client had ã1000 exactly in his
possession.

You know as well I do, he's got no legal
requirement to explain how he came by it.

Convenient that he
has the maximum allowed

amount, as did three
other members of his g*ng.

You really have no grounds to hold
Mr Ellis.

There is the matter of how Kaden
Blake was found.

Him a boy. Him follow me around.

See, man, like I am big brother,
you know.

God knows, a kid like that could do
with a mentor.

A mentor who chains him up and locks
him in a cupboard

and then uses him to intimidate his
employees.

Mr Ellis has no employees.

He is in fact unemployed and currently
claiming jobseeker's allowance.

Well, I bet the benefit
office would love to

know about his little
empire dealing cr*ck, then.

You know wha'?

I think you have I man confused with
someone else, you know.

Right. Well then, maybe you wouldn't
mind explaining to me

what you were doing in the dealing
room of a known cr*ck house?

Know wha'?

I man was after a bit of personal.
I hold my hands up, see?

You were collecting your cash.

As my client hadn't made any
purchase,

proved by the fact no dr*gs were
found on his person,

you can't link him to any illegal
activity occurring in that flat.

No.

Kaden can.

Kaden?

Him no gonna say nuttin'.
Understand?

Are you sure you don't want a
solicitor, Kaden?

He don't need one.

Kaden?

Chayse has told us what happened
that night on the tower block, Kaden.

He has also told us that you work
for Mark Ellis,

and that Ellis had given you orders
to k*ll Chayse.

We have an eyewitness puts the pair
of you on that landing

five minutes before the sh**ting.

And we have Chayse's statement.

We have just about everything we
need

to charge you with the attempted
m*rder of Chayse Wade

and the manslaughter of Lia Brown.

But if you were under orders from
Ellis, that changes everything.

What do you mean, it changes
everything?

Kaden could get a reduced sentence,
if he gives evidence against Ellis.

Do you understand, Kaden?
He ain't got nothing to say, innit?

But Mum...
Just keep it shut, Kaden.

Look, that Chayse kid is lying.

Kaden don't work for Ellis.
They just...

They just found that g*n in the
park.

They was just messing about, playing.
You know what kids are like innit?

Ain't that right, Kaden?

Yeah.

It was a game.
No-one made me do nothing.

As long as Kaden claims
he acted of his own free

will, I doubt we'll
convince a jury otherwise.

So we send Ellis home? He'll set up
shop somewhere new within the hour.

We've got no choice. There's nothing
we can charge him with.

You've gotta make Kaden talk.

I've been round the houses with him.
He won't say a word against Ellis.

Let me try. I was in there, Matt.
It's not gonna happen.

So, what do we do? Just give up?
Job done. Come on...

It's OK to get angry about child labour
if it's on the other side of the world,

but no-one gives a
sh*t that it's happening

right here and now,
thanks to scum like Ellis.

We care, but if we can't prove
Ellis is running the show...

They're kids. They should be playing
football, eating sweets,

not waving g*ns around, selling
cr*ck.

M'Lord, the Crown request the defendant
be remanded to secure local authority care.

We have no objection, M'Lord.

Then your wish is my command, Miss
Phillips.

Kaden realises they have locks on the
doors where he's going?

They don't have Shannon Blake.
That sold it to me.

Me, too. Looks like we're on the same
page.

Don't count on it, sister. Application
to exclude my client's interview.

He was denied legal representation.

Kaden Blake and his mother waived
his right to legal representation.

The defendant offered up his
confession freely.

The defendant is 13 years old.

His mother was high on cr*ck.

Neither of them were competent
to waive legal representation.

The police get waivers from drunk
drivers every day.

Miss Blake wasn't waiving her own
rights, but her son's.

Miss Phillips should've disregarded
the waiver and stopped the interview.

My lord, Mrs Blake appeared compos
mentis.

What were we supposed to do? Whip
out a drug test?

The Crown has a solid case against
your client, Ms Trew.

It appears you're just looking for a
way to muddy the waters.

Application is refused.

The interview stays in.

However, I would feel happier

knowing the boy has had a full
psychiatric evaluation

prior to standing trial.

One of the elders in the TKC got
sh*t on the estate.

I was stood this close to him.

There was so much blood, man.

What did your mum say, when you told
her what you saw?

Nothin'.

Do you get on with your mum?

How do you feel about her using
dr*gs?

Ain't her fault.

Whose fault is it?

If I wasn't around, she'd be OK.

Did she tell you that?
Just get off my case, yeah?

'Kaden lives in a world
where young men have

severely limited options
and no basis for hope.'

'They don't all turn out to be
K*llers.'

Of course not. Some are lucky enough
to have parents or teachers

who provide an alternative view of
the world.

Kaden has Shannon Blake.

His relationship with his mother is
emotionally abusive.

He told you that?
He didn't have to.

She told her own child he's
responsible for her drug habits.

That kid didn't stand a chance with
a mum like that.

He k*lled an innocent woman, Jake.
Don't go all soft on me now.

I'm not. I just see where he's
coming from.

Your mum going on about the lack of
grandchildren, is she?

Bouncing me on her knee was enough
trouble.

Persuade the kid to give evidence
against the dealer.

In return, we drop the attempted
m*rder charge.

We tried to convince him to talk.
He isn't interested.

Because Ellis had him too scared to
open his mouth.

And his mum isn't helping.
Are you certain Kaden was

acting on Ellis' orders
when he pulled the trigger?

100%.

If we convince Kaden
we have a case against

Ellis, maybe he'll be
more willing to speak out.

We can't even prove Kaden was
working for Ellis.

That bloke's got more lives than my
cat.

Have you got a cat?
Yeah.

Lucky Luciano. 17, never had a
scratch on him.

What about Chayse Wade? Maybe he
witnessed something we could use.

Kaden made me wait outside.

He'd go in, get the package, and
then tell me where to deliver.

How did you get paid?

Kaden gave me the money.

So, for all you know, you could've
been working for Kaden?

But I wasn't. I was working for
Ellis.

Chayse is a good kid. Ellis still
managed to get him into his g*ng.

If you don't stop him, what chance
have these kids got? Chayse...

Did you ever see Ellis hurt Kaden?

I saw the bruises.

One time, Kaden was collecting the packages
from the shottas, and he took some cash.

Ellis went mental. Locked him down
for a week, b*at him bad.

No wonder Kaden's covering for Ellis.
He must be terrified.

Not for himself.

He reckoned that if he didn't do
exactly what Ellis wanted,

his mum was dead.

Kaden's devoted to that woman.
Not that she deserves it.

A couple of months back, before I knew
he was trouble, Chayse brought him home.

Kid hadn't eaten in days.

Are you saying his mum wasn't
feeding him? With what?

She spent all their benefit on cr*ck.

I heard she owed a load of money to
her dealer, too.

Mark Ellis?

I wanted Kaden to stay with us.

But he said Ellis would get angry.

He don't want nobody messing with
him.

What do you mean? One time, I found
him on the stairwell.

He wasn't breathing.

I called the ambulance.

Ellis went mental.
What? He was angry with you?

He said I should've called him
instead.

And then he wanted to know what
hospital Kaden was at.

He was in cardiac shock, OD'd on
cr*ck cocaine.

The boy was covered in cuts and
bruises.

Did he say how he got them? It was a
fight to get a name out of him.

Wouldn't tell us where he lived or
who to call.

Right, well, you called social
services? Of course.

As soon as we got him stable.
Then why did you release him?

We didn't. The uncle showed up,
all concerned.

When I took the social worker up to
talk to them, the bed was empty.

They left?
Disappeared into thin air.

What did this uncle look like?

5'10".

Canerows. Gold tooth
with a letter M on it.

You can't just wander into A&E and
grab a 13-year-old child from his bed.

Not without facing charges for
kidnap.

The boy went with him of his own free
will. No-one forced him.

We're talking about a 13-year-old
child.

Mr Ellis had no legal authority to
take the boy anywhere, willing or not.

Wha' ya chat about? Of course I do.

I'm his legal guardian, see?

Shannon Blake is Kaden's legal
guardian.

Mr Ellis had Shannon Blake's
permission.

You no believe me?

Go and ask her.

Look, I asked Mark Ellis to keep an
eye on Kaden. It's no big deal.

Mark Ellis is a drug dealer.
He ain't all bad.

He's teaching him a trade.
It's more than school does.

Dealing dr*gs is not a trade.
It is to the kids round here.

It's the only way they're gonna get
the sort of life they see on MTV, innit?

Yeah, if they're given no education
or self-worth.

You think it's easy living here?
No. But it doesn't mean you give up!

You get up off your arse,

you make sure your kids grow up
knowing right from wrong,

and spend their days in school,
not hanging around drug dens.

Well, Kaden's dad ain't about, so
someone's gotta look out for him.

That's your job, Shannon.

Look at me. I can't even make a cup
of tea till I've had a hit.

So who do you think he's better off
with?

Can't I go now?

Do you know what I think?

I think she sold her own son to pay
off her drug debt.

Crackhead logic.

If junkies like Shannon Blake wanna
k*ll themselves, let them.

Hand them dr*gs on prescription. Then
dealers like Ellis are out of a job.

The Daily Mail better hold
its front page.

"CPS prosecutor wants cr*ck on
prescription!"

Well, we're not winning this w*r.

Kids like Kaden running dr*gs,
innocent people sh*t in their beds,

and we can't even get Ellis banged up
for kidnapping a child.

Before we lobby government to
legalise dr*gs,

let's try a different strategy.

I'm not sure we've got many options
left.

Ellis is still on the street because
he's good at what he does.

He never handles the
dr*gs. He makes sure the

kids he uses are too
terrified to speak out.

Kaden's never going to admit that he
was working for Ellis.

Everyone has an Achilles heel, Jake,
even little boy gangsters.

I bet this kid doesn't know what his
mum did.

Maybe he should.

Are you joking me?

It'll prove to the
jury that Kaden had no

choice, that he had to
follow Ellis's orders.

I didn't give my kid to Ellis. What
sort of mother do you think I am?

I know exactly what you are.

You can blame it on his
father, the dr*gs, the

school, your "hood", but it
amounts to the same thing.

You've failed that boy on every
level. And you have one chance.

One chance to make things right.

You give evidence against Ellis, and
Kaden could be home in two years.

And what do I get, eh?

A b*llet in the head? We'll get you
into witness protection.

A new start somewhere else.

And when Kaden comes out, you can be
a family again.

Kaden took that g*n up there.

He pulled the trigger. And he k*lled
that woman.

So you send him where you want.

I don't give a toss.

OK, you win, Miss Phillips.

Manslaughter, Section 73 agreement?

I'll get it drawn up.

True story! She swallowed it.

Why, them ain't too welcome round
here, you get me?

We ain't staying that long.
Mark Ellis, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of conspiracy to
m*rder.

You do not have to say anything...
Hear me now, this go court,

I make that little boy a ghost, you
hear me?

But it may harm your
defence if you do not mention

when questioned something
you rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in
evidence.

Chayse wanted to leave the crew.

Ellis said no-one leaves the TKC
alive.

He gave me a g*n.

Told me to take Chayse some place
quiet...

..and lick him down.

You mean k*ll him?

He said, "Put the g*n here."

"And sh**t."

And you followed his instructions?

I tried, but I couldn't do it.

Chayse was my mate, innit?

First time, I missed on purpose.

Second time, the g*n jammed.

If it hadn't, would you have k*lled
him?

I didn't want to.

I was scared. You could've gone to
your mother or the police.

Like feds is gonna help me!
You could've run away.

You people got no clue, innit?

Make us understand.

Kaden, you need to tell the court
why you didn't just run away.

My mum owed Ellis money for dr*gs.

She gave me to him to pay off her
debt.

Told him...

..he could do what he wanted
with me.

What did she mean?

Said I could work for him.

She knew he was a drug dealer?

Yeah.

She knew.

It was OK at first.

I just had to run packages round the
estate, keep the other kids in line.

At night...

I slept in one of the cr*ck houses.

How long did you live like this?

I dunno. Weeks.

How long were you supposed to stay
with the defendant?

As long as your mum needed dr*gs?

And if you went against Ellis?

He said he'd put a b*llet in my
mum's head.

No more questions.

Members of the Jury, on the charge of
conspiracy to m*rder,

have you reached a verdict upon which
you are all agreed?

Yes.

Do you find the defendant, Mark
Ellis, guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

Matt!

She had a baby boy. Nine pounds
exactly. No way!

Yes.
Congratulations...Granddad.

Thanks.
So, what time's visiting?

Erm, I'll go tomorrow. Don't worry about
that. Let's get Kaden down to Kent first.

And miss your grandson's first day
on the planet?

I'll drop you off en route
and pick you up on the

way back. You can show me
the photos over a Chinese.

All right, I'll buy.
OK.

Right, call Sarah. Tell her you're
on your way.

I will. Thanks, Matt.
Great news.

What you did in there took balls,
yeah?

Is my mum here?

Did she come?

I'm sorry.

Look, Kaden.

You got a chance to change your life
in there, with or without your mum.

It's not like jail. I bet you get
your own Xbox.

Get down!

Matt!

Matt!
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