All language subtitles for Vera S10 E01 Blood Will Tell

We may need you
to provide a statement, OK?

Sure.

Kenny, when did they start
building houses out here?

Oh, a good 10 years
ago now, ma'am.

- So, what have we got?
- Freddie Gill.

Owner of the house.
He was shot. Twice.

- What's with the heavy mob?
- Oh, bailiffs, ma'am.

They showed up at 6 this morning
to repossess the property.

Right.

Is this the deceased's vehicle?

It is.

I could see you in one of those.

I wouldn't drive that
if you paid me.

- Morning, Malcolm.
- Mm.

Are you sure
you've got enough lights?

Well, the lighting is poor and
the property doesn't have any power.

The electricity
was cut off last week.

So, what can you tell us?

He's been dead for 12 hours.

Maybe slightly less.

The victim's been shot twice
in the chest.

We recovered
two 9-millimetre casings.

- Likely fired from a handgun
- We're still searching for the weapon.

Mm.

The diameters of both
the entry wounds are fairly tight.

So, I would suggest the shooter
was no more than 6 feet away

when the gun was fired.

Roughly where DS Healy
is standing now.

So, up close and personal.

Indeed.

- Any witnesses?
- I've got a next-door neighbour.

She says she was home all night,

but swears
she didn't see or hear anything.

What?

Didn't hear two gunshots?

- Is that his bag?
- Most likely.

There's a monogram on the inside.
Initials FG.

- And was it open when you found it?
- Mm-hm.

He was obviously going somewhere.

- Or coming back from somewhere.
- The boxers are clean.

The shirts are pressed.
He was going.

So, we need to find out where to.

So, how'd they get in?

The bailiffs found
the front door open.

It could be our man
let his killer in.

But Forensics, they found a window
open in the ground floor bedroom.

- Anything?
- Prints on the outside of the glass.

Well, they're not
the window cleaner's, are they?

Mm, it could be the access point.

So, are we thinking burglary?

- Don't know.
- No, it's doubtful.

Still had a wad of cash on him and
a brand-new sports car in the drive.

And yet he's not paying
his mortgage or his leccy bill.

- Whose room's this?
- We think Gill's son. Riley Gill.

According to the neighbour,

Riley and his mum Jade
moved out about 8 months ago.

We're still trying to trace them.

Right, well,
let's make that a priority.

What did he do for a living?

A bit of an entrepreneur,
by the looks of it.

His main interest
was a used-car garage in the city.

He owned it with a partner,
Nasir Ali.

Excuse me, have you touched that?

- The sun visor.
- No, ma'am.

- What is it?
- Well, it's been pulled down

and the mirror flipped open.

Maybe he had a passenger.

Probably a woman.

Why probably a woman?

It's a vanity mirror.

What, only women are vain,
is that it?

No.
But normally they use them...

You're right.
It could be a man.

Nah.
Probably a woman.

The question is, where is she now?

Hm.

Right...

Let's go and see Nasir Ali.

That looks like
it's done a few miles.

Looking to trade her in?

Oh, we're not here to buy, sir.

Or sell.

DCI Vera Stanhope.
This is DS Healy.

We're looking for Nasir Ali.

That's me.
Is there a problem?

Right, well,
you could say that, love.

Can we go inside?

Of course.

Follow me.

It's unbelievable.

I mean, why would anyone...?

He was such a good bloke.

When did you last see him?

A few days ago, maybe.

- And how did he seem?
- He seemed in good form.

He wasn't worried or anxious?

Freddie? No.

I never saw him worried
in all the time that I've known him.

And how long
have you known him?

About 6 years.

Although, it's me who's in charge
of running the operation.

Had he been in
any kind of trouble lately?

- What kind of trouble?
- Well, the sort of trouble

that gets you killed
in your own home, Mr Ali.

No. Nothing like that.

He was just a businessman.
Everyone liked him.

Well, clearly, not everyone.

Did you know he was losing his house?

He was being evicted this morning.

No.

But business here is good, is it?

Aye, we're ticking over.

So, he'd have had some money
coming in, if you're ticking over.

Of course.

What about family?
He had a wife.

Jade. But they've been
separated a while now.

She and the son Riley
had moved out.

She came by yesterday.

Jade did.

His wife was here?

She was looking for him.

Why was she looking for him?

I'm sorry.

No idea.

Well, thanks very much, Mr Ali.

Well, if this is
the business ticking over,

I should hate to see it
when it's struggling.

Do you think we should check
the books?

Aye.

Let's see what the real story is.

Jac's traced the wife.

She and the son are living
with her family, the Tripps.

Where?

They run the pub
on the road to Osterhead.

I know it.

Right.

The pub's closed this morning.

Arthur's friends and family only.

Ah, well, we're sorry to intrude,

but I need to talk to Jade Gill.

Is this important?
It's just, er...

we buried her dad today, so...

What's your name, love?
Darren Tripp.

Arthur was me brother.

I'm Jade's uncle.

Well, I'm sorry for your loss,
Mr Tripp.

But this can't wait.

- Mrs Gill?
- Yeah. What do you want?

Is there somewhere quiet
we can talk, love?

Yeah, through here.

It's the police talking to our Jade.

When did this happen?

Well, sometime last night, we think.

Now, in order to find out
who did this,

I need to ask you some questions.

Now, can you think of any enemies
your husband might have had?

I can think of plenty.

Obviously, I don't mean anyone who'd
kill him, like. I just meant...

Freddie had a reputation.

A bit of shark,
when it came to business.

He liked getting one over on folk.

- Anyone in particular?
- No.

Freddie wasn't fussy.

When did you last talk to him?

A few weeks ago.

We broke up in October last year.

We've barely spoken since.

-But you were looking for him yesterday
- What?

Nasir Ali said
you turned up at the garage,

looking to talk to Freddie.

Yeah.

But I didn't find him.

Why did you need to see him?

I wanted to make sure
he didn't come to Dad's funeral.

I didn't want him upsetting Riley.

Riley being his son?

Technically, yes.

But Freddie never showed
much interest in him.

Jade, dear,
you're needed back in here.

We're supposed to be
mourning our dad.

I'll be there in a minute, Mum.

- Mind telling us what's going on?
- It's about Freddie.

- He's dead.
- What do you mean, he's dead?

I mean, he's dead.
Someone shot him.

- Riley, love...
- I'll get him.

Look, I know you've had
a rough day, Mrs Gill.

But I have to ask...

where were you last night?

She was with us.

Her family.

And where were you?

My husband's body
went into the chapel last night.

We were there
and then we all came back here.

And can I ask, what time was that?

The vigil finished at 6:30.

We were back in the pub by 7:00.

Now, there'll be time enough
to mark Freddie's death.

But today,
we're here to celebrate my Arthur.

A decent man.
And a loving father.

Freddie Gill.

49 years old.

Found dead in his home on
the Morton Estate early this morning.

Now, Forensics
are still processing the site,

but they fast-tracked some prints

found on the ground floor
bedroom window,

but they don't match anything
on the system.

So, all we know...

is that he died
from gunshot wounds.

Likely a handgun, but we're waiting
on Ballistics to confirm.

As to who killed him and why,
well...

we're in the dark.

So, I'm going to need
everything about his life,

right up to that shooting.

Mark. Now, we know
he was being evicted this morning

and we found his overnight bag
at the site.

- Find out where he was going.
- Ma'am.

Kenny. Now, it seems
he was a bit of a chancer,

so maybe he made enemies.

- Go through his bank records.
- Ma'am.

I also want to look
at his in-laws. Hm?

His estranged wife Jade

and son Riley.

And finally

there may have been a passenger
in his car with him last night.

Now, maybe whoever that was
saw what happened.

Maybe they're the killer.

Either way, we need to find 'em.

I think we may already
have found them, ma'am.

They've just unlocked Gill's phone.

His last text
was to a Laura Whitelock.

- They arranged to meet last night.
- Yeah, I told you it was a woman.

- Have we got an address?
- I'm on it.

Ma'am, that was Jac.

SOCOs have found a third casing
outside of Gill's house.

There's a bullet unaccounted for?

The casing was found in the grass
over here.

Identical to the other two.

- Right, so, where's the bullet?
- Still looking.

But we did find some blood traces
at the side of house.

Well, it looks like, whoever it was,
was running.

It could be our mystery passenger.

Woods...

Jac, as many bodies as you can find.

Spread out and start searching.

Over here!

Hey, can you hear me?

Tell me your name. I'm DS Healy
from Northumberland City Police.

Ma'am!

Ambulance! Now!

It's, OK, we've got you.

You're going to be all right.

- Are you ready?
- Yeah.

Can you hear me, love?

- Who did this to you?
- Raise and lift.

You're going be all right, pet.
It's gonna be all right.

Female. Late 20s, early 30s.

Gunshot wound to the lower left leg.

Were on our way to ED.

Lift.

Right, Jac,
get over to the hospital.

If she says anything,
I want to know.

Kenny, get SOCOs into the woods.

I want them to sift that ditch
for anything we might have missed.

It is Laura Whitelock.

She's 33 years old
and she lives in Sandyford.

- Aye, no doubt with her husband.
- What?

She was wearing a wedding ring.

Shot?
Someone actually shot her?

Your wife is still alive,
Mr Whitelock.

And right now,
she's in very good hands.

There's a patrol car on its way
to take you to the hospital.

You might want to change first, pet.

Why would anyone shoot Laura?

Well, that's what we're
going to find out.

Now, your wife
wasn't the only victim.

Someone else was shot.

Someone who died of their injuries.

A Freddie Gill.
Do you know him?

No.

- Your wife never mentioned him?
- Never.

Well, we think she may have been
with him last night at his house.

Can you think of any reason
why she would have been with him?

Well, I was worried when
she didn't come home last night.

Aye, well, you would be.

I just figured that she'd had an
emergency at work, had to stay on.

- What does she do?
- She's a nurse.

- And she was working yesterday?
-Yeah, picked up a shift at East Grove.

That's a care home.

- So, where's this car, then?
- It'll be here.

Do you think he knew his wife
was having an affair with Gill?

We don't know
they were having an affair.

Let's not speculate
until we've talked to her,

the second she's conscious.

But, yeah,
get Jac to check him out.

Now, this care home, what was it?

- East Grove?
- Yeah. It's a bit of a trek.

Poor Laura.

I can't believe it.
I was only talking to her yesterday.

So, she was at work yesterday?

Till about 6:00.

How'd she seem?

Laura?

Laura was fantastic.

She's always fantastic.
She's a great nurse.

We were lucky to get her.

- Why's that, then?
- Normally, she works private.

One-on-one clients.
Where the money is.

But her most recent patient
passed away last week,

so we managed to
get her in for a few shifts.

Who was this recent patient?

Er, an elderly gentleman, I think.

- Do you have a name?
- No, sorry.

But she did mention that he lived
in a pub, if that helps.

Thanks very much, love.

How long had she worked for you?

We brought her in
about 3 months ago.

When Dad started to get bad.

Look, can you just leave that
for a minute, love?

Hm?

Now, did you
have any problems with her?

She was all right.

Dad liked her.

What was she doing with Freddie?

Well, I've not been able
to talk to her yet,

but it seems they
knew each other.

- Well, how did they know each other?
- Take a guess, Mam.

So, none of you were aware
that Laura knew Freddie?

Well, of course not.

If we had, you can bet your life
we'd have sacked her.

It makes sense, though.

Thinking on it now,
she was exactly Freddie's type.

How was she his type?

Well, she had a pulse, for a start.

Ah, now, hang on, we don't know
they were in a relationship.

No.

But I know me husband.
Even when we were together,

he was always chasing round
after someone else.

Well, that can't have
been easy for you,

sharing your husband
with other women.

I got used to it.

Don't you think she seemed
a bit casual?

- The wife, Jade.
- Mm.

'Cause she didn't seem too fussed

about her husband
being a serial cheat.

Well, maybe it's like she said,
she got used to it.

No-one gets used to it, Aiden.

What's the story with the Tripps?

Ordinary family.

Well known in the local area.

Er, well-liked, too.

Arthur Tripp, in particular.

A popular man.

- How'd he die?
- Er, cancer, as far as we're aware.

Hm.

Now, Laura Whitelock...

we know she was with Freddie Gill
on the night he was murdered.

But we don't know why.

Now, his missus seems to think
they were having an affair.

It seems he's got form,
when it comes to other women.

But the question is this,
who was the target?

Hm?

I mean, we've been assuming
it was him

and she was just collateral damage.

- But it could be the other way round.
- My money's on Gill.

Aye.
It's likely, isn't it?

Given his reputation.

Oh, look, where's Mark?
I'm starving!

God knows.

Right, Kenny...

Finances.
What have we got?

He had his fingers in lots of pies.

I mean, apart from the garage, he
had a stake in a mobile phone shop,

a software business.

We're looking into this lawyer,
a Sean Forrest.

His signature appears
on Gill's paperwork.

Hm.

Right, Kenny, I want to talk to him.

What if they were both the target?

If they were having an affair, then
Nathan Whitelock would have motive.

What, jealous husband?

Yeah, it's possible, but...

According to his record,
Nathan Whitelock has form.

Has he?

He was charged with assault in 2012

after he punched a Mark Brooks
in a club.

It seems Brooks had been dancing
with Laura Whitelock at the time.

Oh, we checked something else.
Laura's call history.

Nathan Whitelock didn't try
to contact his wife once last night.

Is that a fact?

So much for him being worried.

Get your coat.
He'll still be at the hospital.

Oh...

you're too late now.
What kept you?

The usual place was closed, so I had
to go to the one on Blake Street.

- But then there was roadworks and...
- Oh, just shut up. Give it here.

Where were you last night?

I was at home.

All night?

All night.

- Worrying about Laura.
- Yeah.

Ah, now, you say that.

But we've checked her phone record.

It's odd you didn't try
to contact her last night.

So, if you were that worried,
why didn't you try and call her

to see if she was OK?

Ah...

'Cause he didn't have to.

'Cause you already knew where she was.
Didn't you, love?

Now, when we told you
Laura was with Freddie Gill,

you said you didn't know him.

But you didn't ask who he was.

And you didn't ask
why she was with him.

So, how long have you known?

She kept denying it.

Told me I was imagining things.
That I was paranoid.

Ah, but you weren't paranoid,
were you?

All I had to do was
follow her one night.

- She drove straight to his house.
- Is that what you did last night?

Did you go to his house last night,
love?

Look, I wouldn't hurt anyone.

No?
What about Mark Brooks?

You thumped him
for dancing with her.

So, what would you do to the fella
who was sleeping with her?

All right,
maybe I did want Gill dead.

But I'd never hurt Laura.

I love her.

Despite everything.

No way.

She's out with another man
and he just sits home all night?

Ah, it's hard
to get your head around.

I reckon he's lying.

I reckon he went round there
and shot them.

Look, his assault conviction
means his prints are on the database.

- Right?
- Mm.

And they don't match those found
on the bedroom window.

We don't know the killer used the
window. The front door was unlocked.

- Whitelock could've just walked in.
- Aye.

But then there's the small matter
of linking him to the gun.

The search team's over at his flat.

We might get lucky.

Oh, Mark.

Oh, that was lovely fish, Mark.
Thank you.

Right.
We're on our way.

What?

999 call from Nasir Ali.

The garage is on fire.

- Please, stay back!
- We're police officers.

- Where's the owner?
-We don't know where he is at this time.

Yeah, all right, love.

Look, I can't let you through.

Mr Ali?

- Mr Ali?
- It's all right, love.

Come on.

- Pretty extensive damage, ma'am.
- Aye, I can see that.

Well, the office has gone,
obviously.

Six cars burnt-out.
All the rest are smoke damaged.

Yeah, whoever did this
meant business.

- What about CCTV?
- The fire got to it.

So, what else is around here?

There's a few businesses, ma'am.

There's a salvage yard,
a storage centre.

Get over there, Mark.

See if they've got any cameras.

You never know,
we might find a witness or two.

The hospital have sent Mr Ali home
about an hour ago.

No life-threatening injuries,
thankfully, but

he took a bit of a thumping.

Oh, aye, he did.

Right, come on, let's go see him.

I don't know who he was.
It was too dark.

He had a hoodie, a scarf.

I couldn't see his face.

But you're sure it was a fella?

What about height, build?

Accent?

Not so tall. Stocky.

Um... I can't remember
anything about his accent.

- What did he say to you?
- Hey.

My dad's the victim here.

He's a good man.
A peaceful man.

He doesn't deserve
to be attacked like this.

- Agrah, it's OK.
- No.

You're meant to get justice, Dad.
He's meant to get justice!

Now, listen, we're going
to do everything we can

to find out who did this to your dad.

But we think the attack
might not have been random.

So, I have to ask questions.

I'm just doing me job, love.

You should get going.

- I'm staying home today.
- You've got exams.

- You need looking after.
- Saddiq, go.

Dad's right, get your arse to uni.

He said he wanted the money.

What money?

Freddie's money.

He said he owed him money
and now I owed it, too.

I told them I couldn't pay,
I had nothing.

That's when the beating started.

So, had Freddie ever mentioned
owing anyone any money?

A few months ago,
we were having cash flow problems.

The bank wouldn't help us.

But Freddie managed to find
the money we needed from somewhere.

Well, did he say from where?

How much did he borrow?

70 grand.

I want to know where Freddie Gill
got that money.

And 70 grand, that's a motive.

Ah, Saddiq.

These exams your taking,
they're important ones, are they?

Finals.

Now, what are you studying?

Dentistry.

There's a clever lad.

So, er, what about your mam?

- Is she not around?
- No, she left us.

- Last year.
-Ah, well, I'm sorry to hear that, pet.

It's no big loss.

Just one more person
out to take advantage of my dad.

What, like Freddie Gill?

I'm going to be late.

Right, listen up, everybody.

Now, this attack on Mr Ali
and his business last night

puts a whole new slant on the case.

Because whoever was behind this
wasn't messing about.

Now, Mr Ali said his assailant
asked for the money.

Money that Freddie Gill
had borrowed.

So, if this attack
and Freddie's murder are linked

we might be looking at a case
of organised crime.

Now, Kenny,
Mr Ali said Freddie borrowed

70 grand a few months ago.

Have you got anything on that?

Well, if he did, there's no sign
he put it into the garage.

In fact, as far as I can make out,

Gill was draining the business
of any money it had.

Well, we've got to find out
where he got it from.

- What about this lawyer fella?
- Sean Forrest.

Mm. Have you managed
to make contact with him?

According to his office, he's been
home sick for the last few days.

Yeah, well, find out his address.
We'll pay him a home visit.

If we're linking last night
to the murder, we've got a problem.

- What?
- Nathan Whitelock isn't our man.

He was at the hospital
with Laura all night.

And the search team,
they drew a blank at his house.

Ah, well, I thought as much.

OK, so we park Nathan for now.

And we'll go see this lawyer fella.

Yeah, sorry about the mess.

Your secretary told us
you'd been unwell.

Yeah, a bit of a cold.

I thought I'd stay here
and try and shake it off.

Er, so you won't have heard, then?

- Heard what?
- About Freddie Gill.

Er, actually, I did hear about that.

On the radio.
Bit of a shock.

He was a good man.
I liked him.

Have you got any idea who did it?

Well, we were hoping
you could help us with that.

Oh.

OK. Why?

Because he was your client.

Er, no.

Sorry, let's be clear.

Freddie Gill never
engaged me as his lawyer.

Yes, I knew him.
But we weren't close.

But you were a named director
in two of his companies.

Well, Freddie and I
did some business together.

But we weren't friends.
OK?

Well, one of the theories
we're working on

is that he was killed
because of an unpaid debt.

Apparently, he borrowed
a lot of money from someone.

Do you have any idea
who that someone might be?

No. Sorry.

No?

Well, whoever it was
wants their money back.

And since they can't get it
from Gill,

they're going after
his business associates.

Gill's garage
was burned down last night

and his business partner
was attacked.

Nasir Ali.

Are you all right there, Mr Forrest?

Yeah.

Yes.

- I'm just shocked.
- You're shocked?

Yeah, I had no idea Freddie mixed
with the sort of people

who'd attack a man
and his business like that.

Well, lesson learned.

In future, I'll pick
my partners more carefully.

Thank you.

And where were you two nights ago?

The night Freddie was shot.

I have to ask.

Two nights ago...

er, I left work about 6:00.

I came straight home.

I just watched TV
for the whole evening.

Anyone with you?

No.
I was on my own.

Well, thanks for your time,
Mr Forrest.

Er...

we will talk again.

- I've got to admit, he's slick.
- Well, I'll admit he's lying.

Whatever Freddie Gill was doing,
he was involved, too.

Up to his neck.

Jac, anything on
the Ballistics report?

End of the day, they promised.

But Digital Forensics
got back to us.

They've been through
Gill's search history

and they flagged this.

He was searching flights
to Barcelona

3 days before his death.

- Looking to leave next week.
- Great, thank you.

Ma'am, that was the hospital.
Laura Whitelock's fit to talk.

Ah, at last!

We'd been for a drive
down the coast.

Freddie...

was taking me back home

before booking into a hotel.

He said he needed to...

drop in at the house
to pick up his overnight bag.

And what time was that?

I'm not sure.
Sometime around 10:00.

He told me just to wait in the car.

And he went inside.

That's when I heard the bangs.

And how long was he inside
before you heard the bangs?

Not long.

5 minutes maybe.

I must've got out of the car.

It was dark.

I just started running.

I ran round the side of the house.

And there was another bang.

And a pain in my leg.

But I kept going.

And then I was in the trees.

And then, after that...

there's nothing.

I'll get you a drink of water, pet.

- There you are, love.
- Thank you.

How long had you known Freddie?

We met about 6 weeks ago.

A terminal patient of mine
asked me to find him.

And which patient?

His name was Arthur Tripp.

And why did he want to see him?

I think he just wanted
to see him again.

I found Freddie...

and arranged for him
to meet Arthur.

And Arthur's family
were OK with that, were they?

You're joking?

They had no idea.

We had to sneak Freddie in one day
when they were out.

We almost got away with it, but
then Arthur's son came home early.

And what happened?

Lee flipped.

He started laying into Freddie.
He threw him out of the pub.

Just 'cause Lee
threw Freddie out of his pub

- doesn't make him a murderer.
- No, it doesn't.

But I want to know why he didn't
bother to mention it before.

Don't you?

OK.

So, I threw Freddie out.

It's my pub.
I was within me rights.

Ah, well, Laura Whitelock said
you did more than just throw him out.

- We might've exchanged a few blows.
- Freddie got handy, did he?

Look, he had no business
being in me dad's room.

He knew he was in the wrong.

Why didn't you mention this
when we spoke yesterday?

- I didn't want me mam to know.
- Why not?

She'd have been upset if she knew
Freddie was talking to Dad.

- Why would she be upset?
- Because she hated Freddie's guts.

But your dad liked him, right?

Not especially.

So, why did he ask Laura to track him
down and then get him to come visit?

- That didn't mean anything.
- But it meant something to your dad.

He insisted.

He even asked Laura to sneak him in
while you lot were out.

Look, Dad was ill.

Do you understand?
He wasn't himself in the end.

His mind had gone,
gone to mush,

'cause of all the drugs
they'd pumped into him.

So, whatever he said,

whoever he asked for,
it meant bugger all.

What are you thinking?

I'm wondering why he was so angry.

Well, Freddie Gill, for a start.

Yeah, well, he obviously didn't like
the fella, but would he shoot him?

And then there's the debt.
The attack on the garage.

I mean, how does he fit in
to any of that?

Riley, come back here!

I wouldn't read too much into it.

Riley's at a difficult age.

Ah, well, he has lost his dad
and his grandad

in the space of a week.
It can't be easy for him.

Mm.

Royal Marines.

Aye.

A lifetime ago.

Still...

best decision I ever made,
joining up.

Oh, what,
and now you're back here, hm?

I came back to be with Arthur.

I'm glad I got to
spend some time with him.

Mm, he sounds like a popular fella.

- He was a friend to all.
- Even Freddie Gill?

Arthur loved a character.

And Freddie was certainly that.

Time to go play peacemaker.

Get some background on the uncle,
Darren Tripp.

See if you can find any connection
between him and Freddie Gill.

Aside from the obvious.

What are you doing here?

Er, he's just delivered
the Ballistics report, ma'am.

And to be honest, I've always been
curious to see where you worked.

I have to say...

it is a little drab.

Oh, says the fella
who works in the morgue.

So, they've identified the gun?

Well, they've identified
the bullets.

Which shows that the gun
used to kill Freddie Gill

was also used in a fatal shooting
6 years ago.

What?

In 2013, ma'am.

Steven O'Neill was shot and killed
by William Belmont in Hull

in a drugs deal gone wrong.

- So, what happened to the gun?
- Never recovered.

Belmont refused to tell anyone
what he did with it.

Ah, but he might have told
the lawyer who represented him.

Sean Forrest.

- Who is it?
- It's the police! Open up!

Mr Forrest, we have a warrant
to search these premises.

You what?

This is a joke.

No.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

If you tell me what you're looking
for, I might be able to help.

- Save you destroying my house.
- William Belmont.

- What about him?
- He was your client.

I represented him.

Well, you didn't do a great job,
did you?

He's doing 12 years in Pengate.

Billy shot a man
in front of 3 witnesses.

I'm a good lawyer,
but I'm not a miracle worker.

- Hm.
- Why are you interested?

Because the gun Belmont
used to kill O'Neill

is the same gun
that killed Freddie Gill.

- Doesn't look too shocked, does he?
- Well, why would I be?

Two murders.

One gun.

And you're the only link
between them.

I'm linked to a lot of weapons.

I'm a criminal lawyer.

Half the cases I take on
involve something.

Guns, knives, baseball bats.

I represented one client
who assaulted somebody with an iron.

Oh, I'm not interested in irons, pet.

I'm interested in Belmont's gun.

You both know as well as I do that
handguns are always being moved on.

The same weapon can be used in lots
of different, unconnected crimes.

Who knows where it is now?

But it's obviously ended up in the
hands of whoever shot Freddie Gill.

Or you could've had it all along.

I had no reason to kill Freddie.

He was my business partner.

You'd better not be lying to me, pet.

Hey! Hey!
What about this lot?

They'll be a bit quicker
if you made 'em a brew.

He's a hard man to like.

Well, unfortunately, he's right.

We don't have a credible motive

and we can't prove
he ever had Belmont's gun.

The search team
might come up trumps.

Well, he's not going to keep it
in the house, is he?

- He's not that stupid.
- Cheers.

- Ma'am, Freddie Gill's debt...
- What?

- Who'd he get the money from?
- I've got a source who said
it was Gillespie.

Danny Gillespie...

Oh, a crossword?

I'd have thought you were more
of a Sudoku fella, Danny,

what with your head for figures.

DCI Stanhope.

Are you here to play?

Well, that depends on you.

- Freddie Gill.
- I don't know him.

Of course you do, Danny.

Shot in his own home
not 3 days ago.

- It was all over the press.
- Ah, I must've missed that.

Plus, he's the fella
who owed you £70,000.

I run a snooker hall,
DCI Stanhope.

- My business is leisure, not loans.
- Nah.

Yeah, you're one of the biggest
illegal money lenders

in the North East, Danny.

Well, that just isn't true.

But even if it was...

I doubt I'd lend 70 grand
to somebody I didn't know.

Everything OK, boss?

Are you all right, lads?

The night before last,
where were you?

- The question isn't that hard.
- Why do you want to know?

Because Gill's business partner
was attacked over the debt.

- They were both here that night.
- You're vouching for them, are you?

Only because it's the truth.

Nice seeing you again, Danny.

Danny Gillespie.

He's 52 years old and he's what
I like to call a face.

Now, he's got a few legit businesses.

But his main source of income
is from loan-sharking.

- What's his connection to Gill?
- Gill owed him money.

Yeah, well, that doesn't necessarily
mean he was involved in his murder.

- But he does know something.
- He's just not telling us.

Yeah, well, we need to persuade him
to loosen his tongue.

Here's what I want, Aiden.

Get on to uniform.

I want 2 units.

One outside that snooker hall.
And another outside his house.

And I want them there 24 hours
and I want them visible.

- OK.
- Isn't that harassment, ma'am?

Well, technically, yes, Jac.

But we don't have to use
the actual word.

Right, now, the next one up

is this lawyer, Sean Forrest.

Now, we can link him
to the murder weapon

through his association
with Belmont.

So, check out his alibi.

See if he was in the vicinity
of Freddie Gill's house

on the night he was murdered.

And what about Nasir Ali's attack?

We pulled the CCTV footage from
the storage centre across the road,

but the camera
doesn't cover the garage.

It's not all bad news, though.

We might have a witness.

This fella reckons he saw a male
running away from the garage

around the time of the attack.

Said he saw him
get into a car and drive off.

Good work, Mark.

- Did they give you the number plate?
- Er, no.

- Did they give a description
of the car? - Yes, ma'am.

Right, well, get on to the traffic
cameras in the area.

Ma'am, Gill's trip to Spain.

We found an overseas number
in his call history.

It turned out to be a number
for a hotel in Barcelona.

We rang it and the booking manager
confirmed that Gill called last week

about booking a twin room
for a month.

- She also said that he was asking...
- Hang on.

- Hang on, a twin room?
- Yeah.

So, he wasn't going alone.

Did she give you the name
of the other guest?

No.

Now, why would you book
a twin room, hm?

I mean, she also said what?

That he was asking about getting
tickets for a Barcelona game.

- Football?
- Yeah.

I know who he was booking those for.

Get that down you.

Yeah, he sounds like
he was quiet a character, your dad.

You must miss him.

He wasn't around enough to miss him.

Ah, well, even so...

you must be hurting.

He was a waste of space.

You couldn't count on him
for anything.

He was a liar, a cheat and a loser.

Hm.

And what did you think of him?

Hm?

I mean, that little speech there,
that's your mam talking, isn't it?

So, what did you think of him?

He was the only one who understood.

Understood what?

How hard it is.

Living at the pub.

What about Spain?

Barcelona...

It was just for a few weeks,
that's all.

Just so I could get a break.

And your mam was all right with that,
was she?

It was a secret.

Dad said he'd call her
when we got there and explain.

She must've gone through my phone,

read the texts between me and Dad.

She went crazy.

Shouting and crying.

And when was this?

After we saw Grandad's coffin
go into the church.

Back at the pub.

So that was the day your dad died.

And what did your mam do, Riley?

Hm?

She went looking for him.

Jade Gill was out looking for her
husband on the night he was killed.

Ma'am this just came through.

What?

The search team at Forrest's house
found this envelope

behind some books on his shelves.

This flash drive was inside.

That's his front room.

Come on, don't be a lightweight.

Who's he talking to?

Whoever's behind the camera.

Drugs and escorts.
What a classy guy.

Come on, have some of this, Freddie.

Freddie?

Get Forrest in here.

Come on, don't be a lightweight.

Come on, have some of this, Freddie.

Now, then,
we found that flash drive...

hidden away in an envelope
addressed to you.

Now, we haven't analysed
the handwriting yet, but...

I'm willing to bet it was
Freddie Gill sent you that.

Now, it might have been
a little souvenir.

A memento of your night.

Hm?

But given the fact
you were taking cocaine,

I'm more likely to think
it was a blackmailing video.

We reckon there's enough on that
flash drive to get you disbarred.

So, let's recap, shall we?

You've a link to the gun
that killed Freddie Gill.

You've no alibi
for the night that he died.

And now this suggests
he was blackmailing you.

OK.

A month ago...

I told Freddie I wanted to take
my money out of the companies.

I should've known Freddie
wouldn't let me quit that easy.

That was our celebration night.

Freddie made sure
to get me good and drunk.

He brought the drugs.
He called the girls.

And then, 3 days later,
that comes through the letterbox.

It's very subtle.

Why'd you want out?

Freddie overstretched himself.

Look, er...

the businesses were failing...

and he was running out of cash.

He'd started to run up debt
with the wrong people.

Oh, people like Danny Gillespie?

Hm?

I'm not stupid.

Gillespie didn't get
where he is today

by letting people like Freddie
fleece him.

So...
so what are you saying?

That when I found out
that Freddie was dead,

I thought Gillespie
had caught up with him.

I thought maybe I was next.

But then you showed up this morning
talking about Belmont's gun.

And, er...

Well, now I don't know
what to think.

Wait, wait, wait, wait...

OK.

This is all I will say.

The gun you say killed Freddie,

the one my client used
to shoot O'Neil...

I saw that gun in Freddie's house.

Freddie Gill had Belmont's gun?

Oh, yeah.

For over a year.

Do you think that Forrest
gave Gill the gun?

Well, of course he did.

He obviously got it from Belmont
and then passed it on to Gill.

But why not just say that?

Because he's still hoping
to slither his way out of this mess.

But if he is telling the truth...

our main line of inquiry is blown.

'Cause we've been assuming
this was a hit.

He was killed by career criminals.

Organised.

But if that gun has been in his house
for the past year...

then anyone of this lot
could've got their hands on it.

Maybe one of them found it
at the house

or wrestled it off Gill
and shot him.

Or they already knew it was there.

Jade Gill was angry
with Freddie because

he was sneaking Riley off.

Hm?

She was still living with Freddie
till 8 months ago.

So, it's quite possible.

She would've known about the gun.

Mm.

Jade Gill,
you'll need to come with us.

I'm sorry, Mam.

Riley?

What the hell did you do?

I told you I went out
looking for Freddie that day

to make sure he stayed away
from Dad's funeral.

And what about later, when you and
the family got back from the chapel?

We all went back to the pub.

Where you and Riley argued about
him going to Spain with his dad.

What?
No, that's not true.

You and Riley didn't argue?

We did.

But only because Spain
was never gonna happen.

Freddie was just stringing
him along, as usual.

No, he was going through with it,
love.

They'd been planning it for weeks.

Behind your back.
That must've rankled.

So, tell us about Freddie's gun.

- What gun?
- The one that was at the house.

I don't know anything about that.

No?

Or maybe Riley knew about it.

OK, fine.

Freddie had a gun.

I didn't like it being in the house,
but he kept it hidden from Riley.

Where'd he keep it?

He had a bag.

He called it his get-away pack.

He kept the gun in it
and some clothes and some cash.

So, a leather hold-all, monogrammed.
Is that the one?

Yeah.

But Riley knew nothing about it.

But you did.

And you were angry with Freddie,
'cause he was taking Riley away.

And you went out looking for him
to stop him.

- And you knew where that gun was.
- No!

Maybe you didn't mean to shoot him,
love.

- Maybe you just wanted to scare him.
- That's not true!

I understand.
You wanted to keep your son.

I wanted to go with them!

Yeah.

I was angry with Freddie.

But only because
he wasn't taking me.

He called my bluff.

When I walked out, I thought...

This'll show him.

This'll make him change.

Give him a couple of months,
he'll come crawling.

But he never did.

The last time I saw him
was two weeks ago.

So, you went out looking for Freddie.

Yet your mam says
you were all together at the pub.

I don't know why she said that.

She probably thought
she was protecting us.

But you went out.

I went to the house.

But when I got there,
Freddie wasn't in.

I waited for a while
and then I went home.

What time was this?

About 8:00.

Where'd you go after?

Back to the pub.
Got drunk.

And who was there?

Just Riley.

Jade Gill says
she got to Freddie's house at 8:00

and claims she didn't see him.

And I'm inclined to believe her.

Kenny, ANPR?

They picked up Jade Gill's car
heading away from the crime scene

just after 8:00, ma'am.

So, we're back to square one.

Where are you going?

Er... I fancied a coffee.

Yeah, well, that can wait, love.
Get on to the lab.

Get them to fast-track the tests
on Gill's overnight bag.

Apparently, our murder weapon
had been in it.

Ma'am.

And Tina Tripp's story

that the family were at the pub
all night doesn't hold.

Because Jade says only Riley
was there when she got home.

- Darren Tripp, what's his story?
- I didn't find out much.

Darren and Arthur
bought the pub in 1982.

But Darren sold his share
to Arthur a year later

when he joined the Navy.

He came back last year
'cause Arthur was dying.

What do you want to do about Jade?

Well, we're going
to have to let her go. For now.

DCI Stanhope.

Where?

- Why are we meeting here?
- What's wrong with here?

Well, it's freezing, for a start.

What is it you want?

I want you to call off the dogs.

Oh, come on, Danny.

I'm not the Fraud Squad.

I don't care how you make your money.

I just want to know
what happened to Gill.

- I should never have lent him money.
- So why did you?

Because he talked a good game,

because I didn't think he'd be
stupid enough not to pay me back.

Ah, surprised you, did he?

Didn't even make the first payment.

What do you know
about his murder?

I know it was nothing to do with me.

Shooting people isn't my style.

Ah, no.

Beating up garage owners and
burning their premises to the ground,

that's your style.

See...

that's what's been bugging me.

Gill's debt was paid back
a week ago.

70 grand, plus interest.

Very funny.

We've been through his accounts.
He wasn't in a position to do that.

I didn't say Gill paid it.

Are you saying
someone else settled the debt?

Well, I'm going to need a name.

Evening, Mrs Tripp.

You've got some neck
showing up here.

Dragging my daughter down to
the station, like a common criminal.

Hardly dragged, Mrs Tripp.

Danny Gillespie, do you know him?

I know of him. Who doesn't?

Well, he told us
you gave him 70 grand last week.

He said it was to settle
Freddie's debt.

- Well, he's mistaken.
- Ah, no.

Gillespie doesn't make mistakes
when it comes to money.

So, I have to ask,

since you didn't know Freddie
very well...

why did you settle his debt?

We're waiting for an answer.

I asked him to.

I paid Gillespie.
It was my money.

And Darren just delivered it for us.

- Why?
- Well, why does it matter?

What I do with my money
is none of your business.

Oh, yes, it is, love,

when you're settling the debt
of a murder victim.

We made a deal, Freddie and me.

- What kind of deal?
- I paid his debt.

He stayed clear.

- Stayed clear of what?
- Jade and Riley.

- You blackmailed Riley's dad?
- It wasn't blackmail.

It was a deal.

And one he jumped at.

That was the measure
of Freddie Gill.

The lowlife,
he'd sell out his own blood.

Where did you get the money?

I took a loan out against the pub.

Did you know Arthur asked him
to visit before he died?

Well...

obviously,
he just wanted to say goodbye.

Put everything in order, like.

Where did you go
when you left the church?

And don't say you were here all
night, because I know that's a lie.

Tina came over to my house.

We were together
for the rest of the night.

Is that true?

She's lying through her teeth.

There's no way
she'd part with that kind of money

just to keep Freddie away.

Well, she might if she thought
she could protect Riley from him.

No, she was scared.

Same as Lee was scared.

You think Freddie
has something on them?

That's what I want to find out.

Call the hospital.

See if we can talk
to Laura Whitelock again.

And let's have another look
at this attack on Nasir Ali.

Because if Gill's debt
had been paid in full,

why send the heavies round
to torch the garage?

Hm?

Our witness described the man
running from the garage

as tall, wearing a hooded jacket.

So, I checked some traffic cameras
in the area and found this.

A camera on Cannery Street.

Ah, you can't see his face.

Yeah, you can't see the reg plate,
either.

Well, not from this angle, anyway.

Stop it!
Rewind, Mark.

Rewind.

Now, what's that
on the back windscreen?

Is that a reflection?

- Or is it numbers?
- It could be.

It's a phone number.
It's a taxi.

Aye, and who do we know
drives a cab like that?

Agrah, I need you to come with us.

I'm just about to go out.

No, that's gonna have to wait, love.
Come on.

Agrah Ali, I am arresting you
on suspicion of arson

- with intent to destroy property.
- What's going on?

We need to have a chat
with your brother.

Why?
He's not done anything.

...which you later rely on in court.

What's going on?
You have no right to arrest him!

Go inside, will you?
Do as your brother says.

Saddiq!

Take him in.

No, please...

Don't take Saddiq!

What can you tell us about that?

Well, I think we can all agree that
that's you, Agrah.

It's certainly your cab.

So, what were you doing there, hm?

Must've had a hire.

Not according to the cab office.
You weren't working that night.

No.
So, what were you doing there?

I don't remember.

OK. Well, let's see
if I can jog your memory.

Now, you see this here?
That's a time stamp.

That tells us
that this picture was taken

not 10 minutes after
your dad made the 999 call

on the night of the attack.

And this here gives us location.

Cannery Street.

Now, that's, what, DS Healy?

15 minutes' walk from the garage?
Ten, if you're running.

And you were running, Agrah.

Hm?

Plus, we have a witness who saw you.

So, I'll ask you one more time.

What were you doing there?

Look, we know it was you
who attacked your dad's garage.

The question is...

why?

No comment.

All right.
Have it your own way.

Interview suspended at 9:08.

Let him stew for a bit.

Something from the search team?

Ah, well, the taxi's clean.
I did find this, though.

What's that?

When was this submitted?
Yesterday afternoon.

And he's just turned up
at reception,

demanding we release his sons.

Well, that's handy.

Saves us going looking for him.

- Kenny, put him in room two.
- Ma'am.

Now, then,
we believe Agrah was the man

who attacked you and the garage.

Now, we don't know
if anyone else was involved

or why he attacked you.

Now, he's going to be charged,
one way or the other.

But we just wondered
if you had any thoughts...

on why he might have done it.

It wasn't his idea, was it?

It's hard to explain.

No, it's not that hard.

The garage was going under.

Freddie had been using it
like his own personal cash machine.

You owed everyone money,
from the taxman to a valet company.

You've not paid a bill in months.

Except one.

And that was the insurance company.

You made sure
those premiums were paid.

We contacted your provider.

You've started
the claim process already.

I didn't know what else to do.

I had to salvage something.

So, you and Agrah staged the attack.

It was my idea.

I want that written down.
I want that recorded.

Agrah had nothing to do with this.

I started the fire on the cars
and the garage.

- The beating, your injuries...
What, you did that to yourself, did you?

I asked Agrah.

I knew it had to look right.

- He didn't want to.
- Oh, well, I can believe that.

And what about Freddie Gill?

Was killing him
part of your plan?

What?

No!
I had nothing to do with that!

Yes, I planned the fire
on the garage...

after Freddie was killed.
That's why I did it.

Please, I was Freddie's friend!

You tried to profit from his death.

That's not what I call a friend.

What about Saddiq?

He's got an exam!

He has to be
at the university by 10:00!

- Have you calmed down yet?
- What's happening to Agrah?

Well, you brother and your dad's
going to be here

for a few more hours yet, love.

Now, were you involved
in any of this?

No.

You're sure?

There's no need to lie.
Your dad's told us all about it.

I knew they were planning something,
but they wouldn't tell me.

They're probably just trying
to protect you.

- Now, this exam, come on.
- No, I've missed it.

No, there's still time.
Come on.

Mark...

Now, then, DC Edwards here is going
to take you to the university.

Get him there by 10:00.
Blues and twos if you have to.

Ma'am.

- Well, go on.
- Thank you.

Comforting to know
you've got a zero-tolerance policy

when it comes to one of your
officers being assaulted.

Oh, give over.
He barely touched you.

Laura Whitelock. Hospital say you
can talk to her whenever you want.

You know, it's fine for you
to say it's nothing.

But what about next time?

Next time, learn to duck.

Oh, sorry, love.

Sorry.

- I thought you were Nathan.
- Oh, he's here, is he?

On his way.

Says he wants to talk.

I'm hoping I still have a marriage.

What was it you wanted?

Oh, I just wanted to see
how you are, love.

And I was just wondering...

when Freddie went to see Arthur
before he died...

what did they talk about?

I don't know.

I was outside the room
watching for the Tripps.

So, Freddie never mentioned
what their conversation was about?

No, there'd been nothing to mention.

Arthur's mind had gone.

One minute, he'd be talking
about his school days.

And the next, he'd be describing
what Tina liked in bed.

Why do you want to know, anyway?

Well, I just wondered whether
Arthur told Freddie something

that perhaps he shouldn't have.

What?

Go on, what?

It's probably nothing, but...

when Lee beat him up, I tried
to get Freddie to go to the police.

So, why didn't he?

He said he didn't need the police.

That he had other ways to hurt Lee.

Thanks, love.

You've been a great help.

Right, listen up.

Arthur Tripp told Freddie something
before he died.

I don't know what it was.

But it incensed Lee
and scared the hell out of Tina.

What could possibly scare Tina?

Well, what's the most
important thing to her?

Family?

Aye, but not just family.
Blood.

Have you got the background
on Darren Tripp?

Yeah.

Thanks, love.

Aye, we need to talk to Tina.

Well, she's at
the family solicitor.

They're reading Arthur Tripp's
will today.

The whole family will be there.

- Have you got an address?
- It's Grey Street, ma'am.

Right, Aiden...

Hey, what's happened?

It was Lee.

There was a bit of a shock after
Dad's will. A big one.

He's left the pub to Mam

and after that it's going to Riley.

Lee gets nothing.

Where is your mam?

She's in there.

1983.

And one day,
Darren decides to join the Navy.

And 6 months later...

Lee is born.

Now, it may just be a coincidence.

But, um...

25 is a bit late to be embarking
on a life at sea, isn't it?

Was Lee the reason Darren left?

Hm?

Darren thought it was best
if he went away for a while.

Or did you ask him to leave?

We made the decision together.

What happened between us
was a mistake.

A stupid, clumsy one-off.

We both regretted it.

And we both loved Arthur too much
to break his heart.

So...

Oh, we paid our penance.

Darren went and I stayed.

And I put everything I had
into Arthur and our family.

And you passed Lee off
as your husband's son.

Lee was his son.

He is his son.

Nah. I'm sorry, love. But that will
says Arthur thought different.

Arthur must've known all along.

All those years.

And he said nothing.

Mm.

Till he told Freddie.

I can't believe
he would've told him.

Not intentionally.

But he wasn't in his right mind
towards the end.

It must have tumbled
out of his mouth

with all of his nonsense.
But...

oh, our Freddie caught it.

And as soon as he did,
he came straight to me.

And what did he say?

He knew Lee wasn't Arthur's son.

He said Riley had more right
to the pub and that, er...

that he'd contest the will.

So, you offered
to pay off Freddie's debt.

And in return
he kept his mouth shut.

I was desperate.

What else could I do?

I had to protect Lee.

And it was all for nothing.

It turns out Arthur...

had cut Lee out of the will,
anyway.

I mean, what's that about?

Huh? Who waits till they're dead
to get their revenge?

Someone who felt very wronged, love.

But it wasn't Lee who wronged him.
Why make him suffer?

Why not punish me?

Well, how do you feel about
your son suffering?

Hm?

There's your punishment, love.
We need to find Lee.

Why?

He hasn't done anything.

The pub's closed.

Everybody, out.

Everybody, out!

Uncle Lee?

Uncle Lee's smashing up the pub!

Stay where you are.

- Lee...
- Get out!

That's not going to help you, love.

Leave me alone.

I need you to calm down, Lee.
Calm down!

Yeah?
This is my pub.

Do you understand?

It's my pub!

I put my life into this.

I worked my guts out for it.

It's mine!

It's mine...

Lee, love...

So, where did you go, Lee?

Come on.

Were you on your way to Freddie's?

Now, Freddie told you
about your mam and Darren, didn't he?

Hm?

He told you Arthur wasn't your real
dad. Oh, that must've been hard.

It wasn't hard for Freddie.

He really enjoyed telling me.

And what a shock.

It wasn't a shock.

Well, it was at first, but...

when I thought about it,
it made sense.

Dad and me, we never really...

clicked.

We weren't close.

I used to think,
if I could just be more like him,

if I took more of an interest in
him, in the pub, that we'd...

that we'd come together.

At least now I know why we didn't.

At least I know it wasn't my fault.

That was taken on Osterhead Road.

On your way into Newcastle.

Heading to Freddie's.

About 4 miles outside
the village, there's a junction.

The road takes you up to a car park.
There you can get onto the hill.

- Do you know it?
- Aye, I do.

Dad used to take us up there
when we were little.

That's where I was going.

I just sat in the car...

thinking.

Thinking about...

about Dad,
about what it all meant.

And what did it all mean?

Nothing.

I realised it didn't matter
if I wasn't his son.

Obviously, it didn't matter to Dad.

He'd raised me as his own.

30-odd years without a word.

I figured, if he was happy
to call me his son...

then it was OK.

But in the end, it wasn't OK,
was it, Lee?

I won't lie.

The will was a shock.

I guess you realise what's important
to you when you're dying.

It seems blood was important to Dad.

It's as if I didn't exist.

There's no-one who can corroborate
him being up at that car park.

No-one to contradict him, either.

Oh, come on, he's got the motive.

Freddie Gill blew up his life when
he told him he wasn't Arthur's son.

No, he'd made his peace with that.
He thought it didn't matter.

Until today,
when they read that will.

Ma'am, I ran Lee Tripp's prints

against the ones we found
at the crime scene. No match.

But the lab did get back to us
on Gill's bag, though.

They found identical prints
to the ones on the bedroom window.

Well, great.
So, what does that tell us?

It tells us it wasn't planned.

They came in through that window.

Found the bag.

Found the gun inside the bag.

And then shot Freddie Gill.

Yeah, but why?
They didn't go there to kill him.

It was finding that gun
that gave them that option.

So, what happened?

Hm?

What tipped them over the edge?

Was it something
Freddie Gill said to them?

Or was it something else
they found in the house? What?

There was nothing in that house.
It was empty.

Gill was leaving.

What?

They thought he was running away.

Now, who had the most to lose...

if Freddie disappeared?

Mr Ali and his sons.

Jac, will you run those crime scene
prints off the database again?

Full search.

Mark, the lad
you ran up to the university...

Oh, that was a waste of time.
They wouldn't let him in.

Why not?

Well, it looks like you can't sit
your second exam

if you didn't show up
for the first one.

Is that right?

I'm, sorry.

Um...

I was just wondering.

Saddiq's first exam...

when was that?
Hm?

His first exam.

The one before the one
he's doing today.

- When was that?
- A few days ago.

Was it the day Freddie Gill died?

Saddiq...?

Why'd you do it?

For Dad.

Obviously.

I couldn't let Freddie
run out on him,

leave him with that bloody garage,
all that debt.

- He's on his knees as it is.
- So why shoot him?

He's no use to your dad dead, is he?

I saw him coming.

I saw Freddie for what he was
soon as I met him.

- Oh...
- All talk.

Making a big show over Dad.

I tried to warn Dad.

But he didn't listen.

And look what happened.

The bastard cheated him!

He's lost everything.

Look, I don't doubt
that Freddie made your dad suffer.

But that didn't give you the right
to shoot him.

No, I tried with Freddie.

I really did.
I gave him every chance.

I asked him countless times.
I pleaded with him.

Wind up the business if he had to,
but just stop bleeding Dad dry.

Look...

you didn't go to Freddie's house
to kill him.

So...

why were you there?

- I wanted to talk to him again.
- About what?

To give him one last chance.

When I saw where he was living,

I couldn't believe it
when I got in there.

There's Dad killing himself
every day at that poxy garage and...

Freddie's living like a king.

Mm.

I spent hours in that place...

going round every room,
getting angrier.

And you found the gun.

I didn't plan on using it.

But when he came home...

all that rage just... boiled up.

Mm.

And what about Laura?

The lass waiting for him in the car.

Oh, no, no, I panicked.
I panicked.

I was...
I was on my way out.

I saw her running.

I just...

I didn't...

I didn't mean to hurt anyone.

I just wanted to help me dad.

The thing is, son...

your dad may have been going
through a hard time, but...

he had one bright spot in his life.

And that was you.

He had such high hopes for you.

But now those hopes...

they're gone.

You've done more damage to your dad
than Freddie Gill ever did.

Well...

I hear you got a share in the pub.

I don't want it.

Mam says I can sign it over
to Uncle Lee if I want.

Well...

He made a mess of everything.

Dad, I mean.

He hurt everyone.

But he didn't deserve to die, pet.

No.

But it's hard to think of him

without thinking of
all the other crap.

I know how you feel.

So, come on,
what's your best memory of your dad?

What do you mean?

The best memory of my dad?

Um, well, when I was a nipper...

he took me to see
some bird's eggs hatching.

And, oh, that was so beautiful.

Mind you, I didn't know then
he was gonna start nicking 'em.

So, come on,
your best memory of your dad?

I don't know.

Sitting in his car.

Him driving.

Singing along to some lame song
he'd found on the radio.

Well, there you go, then.

That's how you think of him
from now on.

Now, go on, hop it.
You're going to be late.