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MAN SHOUTS,
LORRY HORN BLARES

TYRES SCREECH

DS HEALY: Ma'am.

Sorry to drag you out on a Sunday.
24/7, this place.

Aye, so am I, pet.
Now, hit and run, they said.

Container lorry was pulled over
by Customs, but it failed to stop.

Ran over the foreman, Gary Mallon.
Drove straight through the barrier.

Any news on his condition?

Well, paramedics scooped him up
about an hour ago.

Severe head injury.
Got Jac at the hospital now.

Well, plenty of witnesses.
Yeah, dockers, hauliers, security -

we're working through
the statements.

So what was it, a robbery?
Well, the pick-up seemed legit.

"Beadnell Haulage."

Driver's name on the docket -
Michael Brindle.

One of the regulars by all accounts.

Well, get on to their head office.
There'll be a tracker in that lorry.

They might be able to tell us
where it is now.

Now, I better liaise with Customs...

Nicola Dobbs,
she's the one in charge. Right.

MAN: Mark!
Aye, one sec.

DCI Stanhope, love.

Erm, was it you who apprehended
the vehicle in question?

Container was already loaded
and locked.

I picked up an anomaly
on one of the seals.

Numbers on the pin and the barrel
didn't match.

Right, so what was in
the consignment?

Laptops, hard drives,
widescreen TVs.

And who was the shipper?

Carr's Electrical Imports.
Wholesale suppliers.

Came in from Lahore.

Now, have there been
any other incidents recently

we should know about?

A few containers broken into
while they were sitting in the yard.

Small-time theft.

They're written off
by the port authorities.

What, you mean they're hushed up?
Haulage is a big business.

Clients like to know their goods
are secure.

Now, the driver, Michael Brindle -
can you give us a description?

There might be something on CCTV.

'Ian, can you bring up the footage
of the incident?'

So he's pulled over
for a random check...

drives off, hell for leather.
Doesn't want that container opened.

Most of the hauliers have no idea
what they're moving.

Well, clearly this fella
was on to something!

Would he need to get out
of the lorry?

Booths are fully automated.
Faster, safer... more efficient.

So you've no footage
we can work with?

Ian, can you bring up
Platform Container Surveillance?

Yeah, that's on the top screen...
now.

Around 20 minutes earlier.

Can you go in any tighter?

Doesn't fancy being on camera,
does he?

VERA TUTS

What's this number here?

Every container
has a designated consignment PIN.

And would anyone else
have access to that PIN?

The owner of the freight
and the shipping agent.

VERA'S PHONE RINGS

Mark.
'Ma'am, I thought you'd wanna know.

'The real Michael Brindle
just rolled up.'

Er, 9AM on the dot. Travelled up
from the depot in Stockton.

He always stops for a full English
at Killingrove Services.

You can set your clock by him
apparently.

So our missing vehicle
was wearing false plates?

Innocent victim.
Someone stole his ID.

Yeah, I'll take him
down the station,

get a statement to rule him out.
Ah, now, never mind that.

We need to focus on the missing rig.
Lock ups, warehouses -

anywhere you might wanna hide
a lorry! Yes, Ma'am.

Can you follow me, sir?

Jared, isn't it?

Hear you had a lucky escape.

If the foreman hadn't stepped up,
would've been me in the ambulance.

Now, what we're after
is a description of the driver.

Barely got a look at him.
But you signed him in at the gate!

One of your regulars.

Only started in the job
a few weeks ago.

Still putting names to faces.

They pay us money to keep
those lorries moving.

You need to be checked out
by a doctor, hm?

I'm OK.
You might have concussion.

And make sure somebody else
drives you there.

I thought I'd lost you.
I've just spoken to young Jared.

So what are we thinking?

Someone forges that driver's ID,
pitches up with the PIN number

and steals the consignment.

And no-one at the port here seems
to have got a proper look at him.

Why that container?

Well, TVs and laptops -
flog 'em on eBay.

Now, all that trouble
for a few tellies.

Not worth the risk. Jac?

Is he awake?

Doctors found a bleed on his brain.
They're keeping him sedated,

but he's gonna need surgery.

So he won't be talking
to anyone soon.

Who's that with him?

That's his mum, Sandra Mallon.

She hasn't moved
since they brought him in.

There you are, love.
Thank you.

They, er, said it was a robbery.

Well, one of his team members
was in the path of the lorry.

And your son pushed him clear.

Took the brunt of it himself.

Wasn't even supposed to be working
this morning.

You sure about that?
Promised to drive me into town.

Save me a bus, he said.

Rang last night and cancelled.
Short staffed.

Huh!

Always a soft touch, my Gary.
Look where it's landed him.

Now is there anyone else
you'd like us to call?

He's been on his own a while now.

His mam'll be here.
Soon as he wakes up.

Yeah. Course she will.

I've got an address for
Carr's Electrical Import Limited.

They've got a distribution plant
in Wingrove.

Their owner is Julian Carr.

We've been trading
for 30-odd years now.

Independent suppliers.
You know, high street shops...

Although most of our business
is online these days.

Electrical appliances?
Aye.

And this will seriously affect
our supply chain.

And it's all imported
through Peyton, is it?

Aye, well, the duty's always cheaper
in the smaller ports.

Less red tape to contend with.

Now, this customs declaration

and your description
of the stolen goods...

You say it all tallies?

Why, everything seems
to be in order. Oh, good.

Now, Beadnell Haulage -
any issues we should know about?

We outsource shipping and transport.
Third party forwarders.

They've always been reliable enough.

Now, the question
I've been asking myself, Mr Carr,

is why would they target
your container?

Maybe they just got lucky, hm?

Mm.

I heard one of the employees
was injured?

Yeah, a foreman down at the port.
He's still in a critical condition.

My thoughts are with his family.
Oh, aye.

Thanks, Mr Carr.

Anything?
All seems above board.

Well, imports and exports
must be a lucrative business

judging by the cut of his suit.
You think he might be in on it?

Ah, there was nothing random
about that robbery.

It's got to have been an inside job!
HER PHONE RINGS

Mark?

I'm over in Peyton, Ma'am -
the industrial park.

We've found the lorry.

We've just had confirmation
from Forensics.

It's definitely the vehicle
that was used for the robbery.

The damage to a side light
from the collision with the gate.

Perps abandoned half the gear.

Ah, well, they hadn't banked on
running over Gary Mallon, had they?

Well, yeah. Most of what was left
has been nicked by local scallies.

They must've thought
it was Christmas.

Right, check out the roads
in and out of here, Mark.

See if anyone saw anything.
Ma'am.

Malcolm?
Yes?

What have you got for us?

Well, the cab's been sprayed
with disinfectant.

So whoever was driving it
has cleaned up all the evidence.

Oh, great (!) But as for
the container, it's another story.

I can manage! Thank you.

And none of this
has been wiped clean?

Doesn't look like it.

Bear in mind
we haven't processed this yet

so I'd appreciate it
if you didn't touch anything.

Looks like a bit of a free for all.

I wouldn't be surprised if
we pick up dozens of prints in here.

Well, I'm just after
the one set of prints, Malcolm.

You know people live
in these things?

They like to call them
starter homes.

Well, I've seen worse.

A couple of windows...

I'd have one down that end...

..and another down this end.

The panelling's been prised open
here, Malcolm.

Yes. You're not touching anything,
are you?

And I'm guessing there was something
stashed in there.

That's not on the manifest.

Hm.

DS Healey, can I help you?
I need a word with the SIO.

SHOUTS: Ma'am?

I've been authorised to impound
this vehicle and its contents.

And you are?

Lucia Kehoe. National Crime Agency.

Well, you're a bit late, love.
Half the stuff's been nicked.

We're working with
the North East Regional Crime Unit.

An ongoing surveillance operation.

Got a warrant, have we?

Might be better if we discussed this
in private?

Well, I'm assuming this is drugs.

Yes, we think the robbery
was connected to organised crime.

So you must have someone
in your sights?

I'm not at liberty to divulge that.
VERA TUTS

Grace Webley...

..head of a crime syndicate
with links to the town.

Yeah, I know who Grace Webley is.

Well, then, you'll know the Webleys
run the port.

Place is riddled with corruption.
Bit of an accusation.

Well, it's the reason we left you
some leg room this morning.

Couldn't afford any leaks.

Well, I can vouch for this lot,
love.

Have you tracked down the haulier -
Michael Brindle?

Michael Brindle
wasn't driving the vehicle.

We're still trying to ascertain
who was.

We got a result with the VIN.

It was stolen from an HGV
hire company three weeks ago.

That doesn't make any sense.

The Webleys need to look clean.
No chance of any blowback. Aye.

So why would they risk
using a stolen vehicle?

Puts their whole operation
in jeopardy.

Well, if there were drugs
in that container, love,

they're long gone.

Drugs? Are you gonna enlighten us?

Yeah,
cavity at the back of container.

Tyre tracks and shoe prints...

Yeah, well, obviously the contraband
was transferred to another vehicle.

We're looking at a Transit van.

So they took what they could carry
and left the rest.

And then the evidence
would be contaminated.

Mm!

Right, so put out an ANPR.

Any van in the vicinity
of this site window of the robbery.

This incident was Customs related.
That falls under NCA jurisdiction.

Now, let's get one thing straight,
love...

I'm running this investigation,
so call off your dogs

and let Forensics do their job.

So what do we know about
the Webleys, Kenny?

Well, Grace Webley's in charge
of the family business.

Yeah.
Not that she gets her hands dirty.

Well, her eldest son, Dylan,
was minding the shop

until he was found dead
a few months ago.

No great loss to anyone.

Rumour has it he was taken out
by a rival drug gang.

Word on the street?
Grace Webley's past it these days.

Too busy grieving for her son.

But maybe she just wants
to prove them all wrong?

What if they've got a mark
down at the port, hm?

Someone they knew they can flip.

Haulage company came back clean.

What about the driver, hm?
Michael Brindle?

Nothing that ties him
to organised crime.

No, but regular as clockwork,
he's up at Killingrove Services

downing his bacon and eggs!

Yeah, well, somebody at the port
must've had a heads up.

Somebody that knew his routine.
Exactly, Kenny!

All employees
are thoroughly vetted -

baseline and national
security checks.

Well, clearly,
someone slipped through the net!

Er, sorry to interrupt, Ma'am.
Oh, here he is at last!

Have a little lie-in, did you, pet?

Er, no, I've got Kelly Mallon
in one of the interview rooms.

Who?
Gary Mallon's ex-wife.

Claims her son's gone missing.

Gary gets to see Joe
on odd weekends.

That's when he coughs up
for maintenance.

And this was his turn?

He should've dropped him off
at school this morning.

He never turned up for classes.

Urgh. Well, I'm afraid
your ex-husband was involved

in an incident at work
yesterday morning.

What kind of incident?

I'm afraid he was hit by a lorry,
love.

He was badly injured.
He's in intensive care.

So where the hell is my son?

How old is your son?
He-he's 13.

And when did you last see him?
Er... Saturday morning?

I drove him over to Bedlington.
Handed him over to his dad.

Bedlington? Joe always plays rugby
Saturdays. Junior Sevens.

And what time did you drop him off?
Must have been around... 2:30.

And he's not with any of his mates?
I've been ringing round all day.

No-one's heard a peep from him.
His phone's switched off.

No sign of life at his dad's place.

And that's Peyton?

Canton Farm Estate.
Gary's mam'll have a key.

Did you know Joe was spending
the weekend with his dad?

Kelly likes to cancel last minute.
Some cobbled excuse.

Anything to stop my Gary
from seeing him.

Now, you should've told us
Gary had a son, love. An ex-wife.

It's been a couple of years
since she walked out on him.

Broke my Gary's heart
when she took his son.

And you say Gary had limited contact
with his son?

That were all down to Kelly.
Even took out a restraining order.

Ma'am?

I've spoken with most
of the neighbours.

Next door saw Gary park up
on Saturday evening,

but no-one remembers seeing Joe
with him.

Right, pull out his phone records.
See if they can tell us anything.

He-He... He will have tidied
if Joe was stopping.

Not left the place like this.
Ah, well...

Joe will have been
with one of his mates somewhere.

But he wouldn't have left
his inhaler behind.

Oh, I think that's an old one, love.
Stress brings it on.

I told Gary.
Mam and dad always fighting...

Could I ask you
to just wait outside, pet. Hm?

I'll not be a minute.

Thanks, Sandra.

Kenny sent through some intel
on that restraining order.

Gary Mallon turned up drunk
at Peter Henson's place,

demanded to see his son.

Police had to arrest him
for breach of the peace.

He's not quite the saint
that his mum thinks he is.

Well, he sounds like
a desperate dad to me.

What, precious time with his lad

and he'd been on a bender
all weekend?!

There's a fridge full of food,
couple of DVDs...

Where's his bedroom?

This bed hasn't been slept in!

Well, Kelly said
they were both at the match.

So where's his stuff? His dirty kit?

That lad didn't stay here
at the weekend.

His dad must've come home
without him.

So where is the little fella?

So Joe Mallon played a match here
on Saturday - Junior Sevens?

Scored the winning try.

And did his dad stay
to watch the match?

Retired to the club house
for some liquid refreshment.

Missed his lad's big moment.
Did you see Joe afterwards?

He was sat on his own
in the changing room.

I had to chivvy him along
to lock up.

Oh, so he didn't go off
with any of his mates, then?

Was waiting on his dad, he said.
What time was this?!

Must have been around five o'clock.

Has something happened
that I should know about?

Do these cameras belong to the club?

We'd had a few car break-ins,
so the, er, committee installed them

for peace of mind.

Ah, I couldn't look at the footage,
could I, love?

I'd need to ring the club secretary.
Yeah, if you wouldn't mind.

Thanks.

So no-one's seen him since Saturday.

Day before that consignment
was stolen...

If his dad left him waiting,
maybe they've fallen out?

Yeah, well, maybe they had,
but it doesn't explain

where he's been the last two days.

No, and he should've dropped him off
at school this morning.

So why didn't he report him missing,
hm?

Instead of that,
he changes his shift

and goes into work.

This has got to be connected
to that robbery.

Now, I ran a GC/MS test
on that powder residue you spotted.

Definitely traces of heroin.

I'd say there was room
in that cavity for around 20 kilos.

No wonder they didn't want Customs
anywhere near them.

Now, finger prints - follow me.

So, we've isolated seven different
sets of prints from the container.

Two of which have come up trumps
on the PNC.

A teenage girl
with previous for shoplifting...

and a pensioner
with a conviction for fly-tipping.

Oh, well, they're hardly candidates
for a drugs cartel.

No, but it should narrow down
the whereabouts

of a couple of those tellies.

SHE EXHALES

What's this?
Collecting insects now, are we?

Ah, yes, well, you see,
I've always had a passion

for Forensic Entomology.

SHE TUTS
Right.

I found it on the floor
of the driver's cab.

Culiseta annulata.
A common mosquito.

Aye, I know what it is!

Bit of a long shot,
but bear with me.

There was a fascinating case
a few years back

which set a precedent.

A fisherman from Tromso
was convicted of murdering his wife.

Now, the wife was having an affair
with the brother...

Oh, just cut to the chase, will you?
Ah. Well, they extracted his DNA

from a mosquito they found
in the car he'd hired

to follow his wife
the night she was killed.

So... if this little chap here
has had a nibble on our driver,

we'll run the blood for a match.

Any questions?

Kenny, anything?

Ah. Those checks on port security
you asked me for...

Aye.
..Jared Drew? He has previous.

Has he, indeed?! Yeah, six months
for minding a firearm.

Now, the weapon was connected
to a warehouse robbery.

The chief suspect -
Grace Webley's son, Dylan.

And there he is, back from the dead!

OK, this'll do, love.

Now that lorry driver - you told us
you barely got a look at him, hm?

Aye, that's right.

Well, I think that bang to your head
must've muddled your senses, pet!

And we know this is an inside job.

The name, Dylan Webley,
ring any bells?

I knew him well enough.

I think you must've been
pretty close

if he asked you
to mind a gun for him.

Didn't have much of a choice.

What did you get in return, hey?

Besides six months
in Young Offenders?

His mam pulled a few strings,

told us a job had come up
at the port.

They'd never have taken us on.
Not with a record.

Grace Webley's eyes and ears.

I had nothing to do
with that robbery!

Trafficking narcotics -

that'd land you back inside
for the duration.

I didn't know it was drugs.

Oh, but you knew there was something
going down, dodgy.

Made sure you were on the gate.
That was down to the gaffer.

Gary Mallon? Comes in early
and changes the rosters.

I wasn't gonna argue.

How'd he seem...
when he turned up for work?

I dunno...

A bit distracted... on edge.

And did he ever cross paths
with the Webleys?

You'd need to ask him that.
I'm asking you!

There's a Social Club
on the Canton Road.

Owned by Grace Webley.
Dockers like to drink there.

Still hard at it?

Making sure there's nothing
I've missed.

That stolen container...

..we believe there was a consignment
of heroin stashed inside it.

Which throws suspicion
on the fella who imported it.

And I can see you've already got him
in your sights.

We haven't seized any drugs in situ.

There's no evidence
that ties him to a crime.

Well, what about
those previous break-ins, hm?

The containers in the yard.

Nothing that appears
to connect them.

Aside from the fact
they were all shipped from Lahore.

Carr's Electrical Imports.

And I'm guessing that's a front
for the Webley syndicate.

This surveillance case
is delicately poised.

They find out
we've got eyes on them...

Well, might throw up some leads,
ruffle a few feathers.

It could jeopardise
our whole operation!

If we can implicate the Webleys,

there's a chance
we can nail the suppliers,

trace the chain
right back to the source.

It must've taken a lot of work,
all this.

It's impressive.

But... I don't see...

..any surveillance orders.

We're dealing with organised crime.
Sometimes you need to get dirty.

I didn't hear that

Who's this fella?

Connor Barton.
One of Grace Webley's lackeys.

Ah, someone I should be talking to?
No, he collects rent

on her properties,
cashes her cheques,

cleans her money.
Bottom of the food chain.

So why's he up on your wall?

He works on the doors
at the Canton Road Social Club.

Now that is one
of Grace Webley's businesses.

Managed by Declan Webley.
Grace's surviving son.

Gary Mallon, he's your inside man.
The foreman?

Kicks off every shift
in Pre-Arrivals.

He has access to the database,
staff rosters and PIN codes.

But he was injured
during the robbery.

Well, maybe somebody wanted
to silence him.

What makes you so certain
he's our mark?

Because his son
is currently missing.

Now, listen, there's a CID briefing,
first thing.

I'll make sure you're cleared
to attend it.

Guess I should feel privileged,
DCI letting me in like this.

Well, clearly she rates you.
Could've fooled me.

We're on the same team, aren't we?
VERA: Right, is this all of it?

JAC: Yes, Ma'am.
Well, let's take a look, then.

Oh, everyone, this is Officer Kehoe
from the National Crime Agency.

Lucia.
We'll be keeping her up to speed.

Any developments?
CCTV from the rugby club car park.

Joe texted his dad at 17:05.
Then rang him a few minutes later.

He's sat in the club house
propping up the bar.

The van turns in
from the main road,

then pulls up, right of shot.

Yeah, that's the last clear image
we have of him.

What?!
There's nothing else on camera?!

KENNY: They must have recce'd
the place beforehand.

Well, can we blow up
these number plates?

From that angle,
we can't get a read of 'em.

Well, get a techy onto it!

That lad's been missing
since Saturday,

we need to make a public appeal.
Bit late for that.

Someone's bound to have seen him.
No public appeal

until we know what it is
we're dealing with.

IF Joe was abducted
for purpose of coercion...

well, the people who did this
must have subsequently made contact.

Yep, stated the terms,
instructions, demands.

Did you say Joe phoned his dad
from the club?

I'm guessing he hadn't replied
to his texts.

Ma'am, I've got that call logged
at 17:11.

Well, that's five minutes
AFTER he was abducted.

They called Gary Mallon
on Joe's phone?

Aye. To prove they'd taken his son!

We're looking at a tiger kidnapping!

Why would anyone take my boy?

Well, we think his dad was coerced
into helping with that robbery.

And they're keeping your son
as collateral.

They've got no reason to harm him.
So why haven't they let him go?

Because they didn't bank
on Gary getting hurt, love.

And if and when he wakes up,
they've still got your lad.

He's less likely to talk.

I don't believe this is happening.

Did he ever mention a family
called the Webleys?

Not to me, we were barely speaking.

But you would've heard of them,
growing up in Peyton?

I know they're people
you don't want to mess with.

Are you telling us these people
took Joe?

I knew Gary couldn't be trusted
with Joe. I told you, didn't I?

Now, when you took the lad
to Bedlington, how did Gary seem?

Like normal.
We met up in the car park.

I didn't even get out of the car.

Now, we'd heard
he'd had a bit of a breakdown

when he lost access to his son.

Oh, you been talking to his mam,
have you?

I'm just trying to get a fix
on his state of mind, love.

Why he'd get involved
in something like this.

You should be out there
looking for Joe!

They're just trying to help, OK?

Now, we're gonna put you in touch
with a family liaison officer,

and he'll stay with you
until he's found.

And in the meantime,
we'll keep you posted.

You all right?

What kind of father
puts his child in danger?

Well, he didn't -
whoever it was took him did that.

He should've come
straight to the police.

What, and put him in more danger?

Bearing in mind who it is
we're dealing with here.

Even so, if that was my boy...
Oh, it's a different world, love.

He did what he thought was best
for HIS son.

HER PHONE RINGS
Look where that got him!

Yeah, well, finding the lad -
that's all that matters. Jac?

Ma'am,
we got a result back from ANPR.

The Transit van's registered
to a Connor Barton.

Thanks, Jac.
Connor Barton? Connor Barton...

That's the fella on her wall!

Works on the door
at that social club.

Looks like someone else
is keeping tabs on the place.

SUBDUED CHATTER,
GLASSES CLINKING

DS Healey. DCI Stanhope.
Looking for Connor Barton.

Haven't seen him in a while.
Well, he works the doors here.

Yeah, well, he does the odd shift
when we need some muscle.

Some of these fellas are a handful.
Ah... Mr Webley.

Any idea where we might find
Connor Barton?

He lives with his mam in Cambois.

Ah, now,
a colleague has visited his mam.

She hasn't seen him
for a while either.

Is Connor in some kind of trouble?
Wouldn't be the first time.

We need to question him
in connection to a recent robbery.

Container theft down at the port.
Hit and run, wasn't it?

Nah, we're going
with attempted murder, love.

And the victim in question
was Gary Mallon -

one of your regulars.

Gary's in here most nights.
Never been any bother.

Yeah, well, right now,
he's lying in intensive care.

I'll get Eva
to sort out a whip round.

Did he ever come in here
with Connor Barton?

Not that I remember. Why do you ask?

Because Gary Mallon's lad
was abducted on Saturday -

around the same time
Connor went missing..

He also works for your mam,
I believe, one of her errand boys.

I've always steered clear
of the family business.

Ah, somehow I doubt that.

This'd be the perfect place
to launder her dirty money.

This club is legit.

I don't need our mam's help
to run things.

Well, if he should show his face,
be sure to tip us the wink.

Otherwise I might not be inclined
to believe you.

DOOR BEING UNLOCKED

Eat.

Connor Barton -
one of Grace Webley's lackeys.

Now, his whereabouts
are currently unknown.

Find him,
chances are we'll find that lad.

We've got two grabs
of this licence plate

on the day Joe was abducted -

a service station south of Morpeth
at 17:35.

Then 15 minutes later,
on a B road outside Hartburn.

Right. Holed up somewhere
no-one can find him.

Ma'am, most of that area's woods
and farmland.

Yeah, we can hardly search
every barn.

Look, I'm aware of that, Mark!

Now, I need a pair of legs
over at that service station.

Couple of fellas in a Transit van.
Any sign of that lad.

And find out if Barton used
his debit card.

PHONE RINGS
Ma'am.

Jac, I need you over in Tynemouth.
Keep close to the mam.

What, candles and sandals?
There's an FLO over there.

Look, I need someone there I can
trust, someone to keep tabs. Mm?

First point of contact,
case they try to call.

Er, we ran that check on
Declan Webley you asked for, Ma'am.

Er, one run-in with the police
we know about -

assaulted a punter in the club
about two years ago.

Blow to the head with a pool cue.

Should hate to see him
losing a quiz.

I've got his medical records.

Spent some time on a psych ward
after being was sectioned as a kid.

Anti-social Personality Disorder.

It was his mam had him committed?
Mm.

Now, that'd be a source
of resentment.

That was the hospital.
Gary Mallon is out of surgery.

It's not looking good.

Excuse me, I'm trying to find out
what happened to Gary Mallon.

Post-operative stroke.

As a result of a trauma
to the brain.

SHE SIGHS

Get on to the CPS.

This is now a murder enquiry.

I am so sorry, love. Really, I am.

You had him down
for some kind of criminal.

I-I think your son
made some bad choices...

..and just couldn't see a way out.

I thought I should be here.
For Gary.

Bit late for that.

I didn't come to fight.

This is your fault.

All of this.

You pushed and you pushed

until you broke him.

My Gary would never have got
mixed up with those people

if she hadn't walked out on him.
All right, love.

Come on...
He had nothing left.

He took out some payday loan.

He only borrowed
to settle his legal fees

when Kelly was awarded custody.

Who was it lent him the money, love?

Someone from the club, I think.

Banks wouldn't touch him.

He told me not to worry.

He'd sorted things, he said.

There's a public auction
tomorrow morning -

I'm needed on the floor...

Right, well,
give us some straight answers,

we'll make this short and sweet.

Gary Mallon - foreman
down at Peyton container port.

What's that gotta do with us?
Died this morning.

Result of injuries
sustained in a robbery.

Now that we've recovered
the stolen shipping container.

Seems they were trafficking heroin.

Dirty drug. Never touch it.
No, packed it all in, have you?

To sell second-hand crockery?

Rose-enamelled Qianlong vase.

Late 18th century.
Mm, fancy stuff!

Reserve price of 45,000.

Middling copper's annual salary.

Let's talk about Connor Barton.
Name doesn't ring any bells.

No? One of your errand boys -

works on the door
down at the social club.

You'd need to speak to Declan.
He manages the place.

Nah, I think his mam's
still pulling his strings.

Woman like you doesn't miss much.

We've got evidence that ties Connor

to the abduction
of a 13-year-old boy.

Gary Mallon's lad, Joe.

Went missing
the day before the robbery.

I would never endanger a child.

Then you'd better make this right.

She's lying through her teeth.

Yeah, but that look on her face
when we mentioned the missing lad.

20 kilos of uncut heroin -
what's that worth on the street?

A million quid, give or take.
Mm.

So putting her mark
in intensive care.

Full-on police investigation.

Nah... Now that doesn't stack up.

She must've known
that consignment was coming in.

But what if someone else stole it
from under her nose, hm?

Someone who knew how she operated.

She'd be looking to get even,
wouldn't she?

Score to settle.

What did SHE want?

Some questions about that robbery.

I heard the foreman was injured.

He died, this morning.

Any idea who-who's behind all this?

I'll find out, soon enough.

Lunch is ready.
Go and wash your hands.

SUBDUED CHATTER

All right?

SHE SCREAMS

Their names and their phone numbers
We need to double check.

Just one second.

Someone hurled a firebomb
through the window.

Around 9PM last night.
Anyone hurt?

The place was quiet.
They were lucky.

And I'm guessing
no-one saw who did it?

Well, if they did,
they're not talking.

Mm.

Declan Webley not here?

Well, he dropped in this morning
to check the damage.

Took off before the police got here.

Wasn't here last night, then?
Out of town "on business".

Well, get a statement
from anyone who was.

What the hell are you playing at?

Looks like you and Connor Barton
are an item.

Good shot!

Er, you might want
to put that down, love.

Now, I had a word
with one of your bar staff.

She told us I'd find you here.

Now, that firebomb attack
on your club last night -

any idea who's been behind it?

I couldn't tell you.
SHE TUTS

You must have crossed
quite a few people

in your line of work.
We've had threats before.

We'll be back up and running
in no time.

Mm. And I see you lent money
to Gary Mallon?

I was helping him out.
He agreed to the terms.

And when he couldn't keep up
with the payments,

you promised to write off the debt.

Sorry, hinny, you've lost me.

SHE CHUCKLES

Now, the morning of that robbery -

I'm assuming you can vouch
for your whereabouts?

I was over at the club.

The breakfast shift?
Stock take.

So unless you're here
to arrest us...

Now, whoever it was
stole that heroin from Grace Webley,

well, they would need to be
someone close,

maybe someone
with a little bit of chip.

She might've turned a blind eye
to the small things, love,

but she's not gonna let this one go.

You'd better hope I nail you first.

I want a tail put on him.

Chances are
he knows where that lad is.

Why don't we just bring him in?
Well, we will,

soon as we've got something
to charge him with.

Now, let's have a chat
with that bar maid.

No less than nine calls made by you
to a burner phone.

And I'm guessing
it belongs to Connor Barton.

I sent him texts
and left him messages.

He didn't reply to any of 'em.

When'd you last see him?

He picked us up from work.
Last Friday.

Said I wouldn't see him in a while.
He had business to attend to.

Oh, and did this business
concern Gary Mallon?

He barely knew Gary Mallon. Pff!
He was down at the club most nights.

Gary was usually half cut,
drowning his sorrows.

Oh, so, he's pouring his heart out
while you're pouring him drinks, eh?

Declan just told us
to keep him sweet, that's all.

Ah, so you knew he was being set up!

Let's put the squeeze
on Gary Mallon.

And I know, let's abduct his son
for good measure!

Case he gets cold feet!

Connor would never get involved
in a kidnapping.

He knew the police
were keeping tabs on the club.

Did he tell you that?

Couple of plain clothes.
They'd been watching the place.

Connor hasn't been himself
for the past few weeks.

I knew he was hiding something.
And...

..when I couldn't get hold of him,
I thought maybe Grace Webley had...

Had what?

Now, why would Grace Webley
go after one of her own, hm?

If this is incitement, love, you're
looking at a custodial sentence.

Declan and Connor
had set themselves up in business.

Loans, car thefts, card fraud...

This is behind
Grace Webley's back, hm?

He just resented the fact
that she never rated him.

Trusted him to run the club.

That was her way of keeping him
out of trouble.

Grace always indulged Declan...

but she knew he was dangerous.

Well, this is our one chance
to put him away!

Now, we've already got
your boyfriend bang to rights

for the abduction of a minor...

so just give us something

to tie Declan Webley to this.

Gary came into the club.
Saturday evening.

The day his lad went missing.

He went into the office with Declan.

They were in there
like, five minutes, tops.

His face when he left...

..he looked like a condemned man.

VERA'S PHONE RINGS

Yes, Mark?

Update on Declan Webley's
whereabouts, Ma'am.

Looks like has gone to ground.

Not is not what I want to hear,
right now, Mark!

Ma'am.

Declan Webley's gone AWOL!

HE SCOFFS
No surprises there, then!

Right, put it out to Uniform.

I want him apprehended
and brought in for questioning.

Erm, Ma'am?

I pulled out an anomaly
in Connor Barton's rap sheet.

He was arrested three weeks ago -
Intent to Supply. No charges filed.

Released due to a lack of evidence.
Well, who sanctioned that?

There's nothing on his file.
Ma'am? What?

Connor Barton. That mobile number
we've got for him.

We've narrowed down
the GPS coordinates.

Places him somewhere
around Ewesley Village.

Good work, Jac!

DOOR UNLOCKS

I want to see my dad.

These people I work for...
they've been watching your house.

You want to make sure
she stays safe?

You'd better stop messing me about.
BOY BREATHES HEAVILY

Need... my inhaler.

Sports bag.

DOOR LOCKS

Connor Barton bought food
and cigarettes yesterday.

Paid in cash.
Definitely him?

Well, he parked up in a Transit van.

He told the shopkeeper
he was staying in the area.

Well, can we narrow down
those phone coordinates?

There's a farm near the river.
I know it.

It's rented out as a holiday let.

A holiday let?!
Place is falling down.

Well, let's check it out.

Anything?

There's a grey van parked up
outside. Right, come on.

Hang on!

We should wait for back-up.
We've got to get in there!

We don't know how many people
we're dealing with.

GUNSHOT

This is DS Healey en route
to a farmhouse near Ewesley Village.

Dealing with a suspect
in connection with a kidnap.

Request armed response attend.

Aiden, there's someone legging it.

We've got eyes on a vehicle
leaving the scene.

Unable to verify details.

Confirming vehicle registration.
D-A-14-N-W-D.

DS HEALY SHOUTS: 'Ma'am?'

Requesting ambulance
and Forensics...

Tell me it's not him,
tell me it's not the lad!

Single shot to the chest.
Point 22 handgun.

This flat burn ring here, that
matches the profile of a muzzle.

Traces of smoke.
Everything points to a contact shot.

Oh, and signs of a struggle
over there.

So someone chases him
from the house...

Yeah, so there's a tussle
and the gun goes off.

There's a good chance
we'll lift the assailant's DNA.

Right, well,
we found Connor Barton's prints

on the zip of that sleeping bag
over there.

Presumably he'd been kipping
on the sofa.

Holed up here since the weekend.

Well, they made a bit of an effort
to cover their tracks, Ma'am.

Back door handle's been wiped clean.

Well, we did manage to lift
someone else's prints

off that cupboard door
and back of that chair.

Well, run a check on those prints,
Malcolm,

see if you can find a match
with Declan Webley.

He'll be on the system.
What about the lad?

They were keeping him upstairs
in the attic.

Tied up a lad.

We were so close and we've lost him.

Whoever took him
drove away in that car.

I'm trying to get a fix
on the vehicle, but...

MALCOLM: DCI Stanhope,
are you there?

Well, you were right about
those prints. We've got a match.

Declan Webley!

SHE GASPS

Oh, not got the stomach for it,
love?

I heard there'd been a shooting.
I didn't think it would be...

Who, Connor Barton?

Those drugs charges...

..it was you made 'em go away...

We approached him a few weeks ago.

Prosecution immunity if any case
against the Webleys went to trial.

You were running an informant...
a suspect in a murder enquiry?

And you didn't think to tell us?
I was trying to protect a source!

Did he warn you that robbery
was going down?

If he had done,
we'd have been ready.

So his intel was questionable
to say the least!

Past few days,
he'd... he'd gone to ground.

He was worried the Webleys
were on to him.

Well, if they were, love...

..all this is on you.

You were warned not to talk
to Grace Webley.

I'm not the only one
who compromised this case.

I'm investigating two murders
and the abduction of a child!

Your actions in not waiting
for back-up have raised questions

about your competence to lead.
The lad's life was in danger.

We couldn't afford to wait.
And where is he now, hmm?

The ACC's been fully appraised.

He's decided you should take
a step back from this.

VERA'S PHONE RINGS

What?! DCI Stanhope.

Yes, sir.

VERA SIGHS

What, he's taking her off the case?
No way.

That's not happening.
Boss?

Been called in for a meeting.
Doesn't pay to keep the man waiting.

You're seriously gonna walk away
from this?

Look, you just concentrate
on finding that lad, all right?!

'You've got through to DS Healy.
Please leave a message.'

SHE SIGHS

Aiden, it's me. Will you call me
as soon as you get this?

I need your help.

In the absence of the DCI,
I will be stepping up as Acting SIO.

If Connor Barton had been tapped up
as a police informant,

we have to keep in mind
the likelihood

that he may have been compromised.

At the moment,
that's pure supposition.

We know that Declan Webley
was at the farmhouse.

Any new leads on his whereabouts?
Nothing yet.

He must be in the frame
for Connor's murder.

We should get some legs
over to the social club.

See if anyone there can shed
any light on his whereabouts. Mike?

It's time to lift the press embargo.

We need to turn up the heat
on Grace Webley.

What about
the surveillance operation?

Well, thanks to the actions
of DCI Stanhope,

I think our cover's
well and truly blown.

Yeah, well if the boss
has been sidelined...

..I'm off the case too.

Connor's girlfriend, Eva Pinnock.
Someone needs to break the news.

Drill down on that statement
she gave us.

Well, I've got a home address
for her in Peyton.

I'll drive us both over.
Great.

She's busy.
Ah, put a sock in it.

I'm sure she'll whistle
if she needs you.

Keep an eye on that for us,
will you, love?

This is beginning to look
like harassment.

Just wanted to chat.
Just the two of us.

It's a good a place as any.

Police never bothered
to find out who killed him.

My son was a Webley after all.

Oh, well, I can see why
you want to keep Declan safe.

Save him going the same way
as his brother.

There's an anger inside of him
that frightens us.

So that firebomb was a warning,
was it?

His mam's way of saying
he'd stepped out of line?

Stealing a consignment
of Class A drugs...

..all to prove he was worthy
of the family name.

I think this little talk is over.

Connor Barton.

We found his body at a farmhouse
where they'd been holding that lad.

And the boy?
Still missing.

And we can place your son
at the scene.

Which puts him in the frame
for Connor's murder.

Connor was the one person
Declan trusted.

Well, found out his best mate
was a police informer -

that must've rankled.
Well, maybes Connor had it coming.

And what about the lad, Joe Mallon?
I don't rate his chances.

And you know what your son's
capable of.

More than anyone.

Your choice, love.

You're asking me to turn him in?

A grown man abducts a teenage lad.

Now, you said yourself,
that's not the way you do business.

You think Declan'll come looking
for his mam... after this?

I think he'll do
whatever she tells him to do.

A chance to put things right.

What have you got for us?
Officer Kehoe? I'd say we've bonded.

Oh, turned on the charm, did you?

Well, once we agreed
that you were a dinosaur...

Eh?!
Well, I had to get her onside!

You were right. As usual.

That approach she made
to Connor Barton,

it wasn't sanctioned
by the NCA top brass.

Ah, broke every rule in the book.

So what about Grace Webley?
Now, that was a tougher proposition.

But I think we reached
an understanding.

I'm sorry.

I know.

HE SOBS

Mam?

Mam?!

Armed police, do not move!
Get down!

Get down on your knees!
SCREAMS: Mam!

Down! Down! Show me your hands!
Keep your hands up!

Do not move!

Keep still!

You?
Stay still!

Bring him this way.

Declan Webley, you are under arrest
on suspicion of murder...

Malcolm?
Ah, I heard you'd been transferred

to the Underwater Search Unit.

Probably canteen gossip.

Now, Connor Barton's killer -

did you find anything
to implicate Declan Webley?

Well, the fibres
on the deceased's jacket

didn't match any of the clothing
we found in the farmhouse.

We took skin cells
from his face and neck -

still extracting DNA for analysis.

So you might want to hold off
on that interview with Webley.

No, he's been in custody
for three hours, Malcolm.

I can't afford to wait. Well,
you can tie him to that robbery.

What?
Don't thank me, thank the mosquito.

You're joking?
It was full of his blood.

Right, you can bring him up, Kenny.
You've arrested Declan Webley?

I'm all set to interview him now.

In case you'd forgotten,
you've been pulled off the case.

Oh, we sorted it all out with
the ACC, love. Misunderstanding.

Oh, and I thought it best
not to mention

your little arrangement
with Connor Barton,

cos that was all off the books,
wasn't it?

So, I-I cut a few corners.
Who doesn't?

Ah, but you turned his head
with a bribe, love.

Same as the Webleys did.

Gave a source licence
to commit a serious crime.

Now, that may look like corruption
to those nervous types upstairs.

Word of advice -
if you're going to break the rules,

make sure someone's got your back.

Now, then, there's a viewing room
down the end there.

Connor Barton, murdered yesterday.
Farmhouse out near Ewesley.

You seriously think I killed him?

Well, found out he was a grass!
Put a bullet through his chest.

Proper Webley after all!
Connor was family.

He'd have never betrayed us.
Well, we can prove you were there -

your prints are all over the house!

BREATHES HEAVILY

'Connor called us.

'Said he'd got himself involved
in a robbery.

'I went there to hear him out,
that's all.'

Where's the rest of it?
Left it behind in the lorry.

Got what we needed.

Now, Barton was at that farmhouse
along with Joe Mallon -

the lad you kidnapped
from Bedlington.

You've got nothing to tie us
to any of this.

Connor won't be talking.

No, we have a statement
from a witness, love.

Tells us that you met
with Gary Mallon at your club

the night his lad was abducted.

Coerced him into helping
with that robbery.

She's lying.
Now, know who it is, then?

Plus, we have forensic evidence. Mm?

Now, this little mozzie
gave us a match with your blood,

which proves it was you
driving that lorry.

And that's enough for us to charge
you with Gary Mallon's murder.

I'm done with minding that kid.

That kid is the one thing
stopping Gary from talking!

And we are in this together... mate.

No going back now.

I thought I could trust you.

Course you can trust me.

Put the gun down, Declan.

Now, I've been taking a look
at your juvenile medical report.

Borderline psychosis.

Wasn't that the clinical assessment?
Couldn't match up to you brother.

Well, now your mam's
even washed her hands of you, love.

Sometimes... I'd watch her.

The way her eyes never left him.

She'd...

She'd catch us staring and she'd...

She'd look right through me.

But none of this has got anything
to do with that lad.

And his mam, right now,
is sat at home, worried sick.

So just tell us where he is, love.

Please?

I left him at the house,
with Connor.

Day of the robbery.

Last time I laid eyes
on either of 'em.

PHONE DIALLING OUT

Mam?
'Joe?

'Oh, thank God! Are you OK?'
I'm fine.

Where are you?
'Dunno... A phone box.'

Sign says... near Meldon.

Joe, I need you to stay
where you are.

The police'll come and find you.

No! No police!

Oh, OK. OK.

Mam, you need to listen.

Peter's gonna come
and get you, love.

Just promise us
you'll stay where you are.

Joe?

Joe!

INDISTINCT CHATTER

So who did the lad speak to?

His mum.
She said he sounded frightened.

Why didn't she call us
straight away?

Apparently, Joe warned her not to.

Last call from that phone box
was over an hour ago.

He could be anywhere by now.

Ah, well, he won't have got far
if he's on foot.

And let's hope he is! And not
in the boot of someone's car.

Right now,
I want feet on the ground...

main roads and the nearest village.

Er, Mr Henson, erm, I'm assuming
you searched the immediate area?

I've been driving round in circles
for 20 minutes.

Took us a while to find the place.
Ah, wasting valuable time!

We could've got the patrol car here
earlier.

I wasn't thinking straight,
I just got in the car, drove over.

What can I do to help?
Ah, the best thing you can do, love,

is just go home,
leave it to the police.

All right.

Chances are, he was never
in that car we saw screaming away.

Phone box is less than five miles
from the farmhouse.

Where's he been all night?

Phones his mam, says he's fine.

Why didn't he just stay put?

At least he didn't bump
into Declan Webley.

Oh, small mercies. Anything?
No joy in the pub.

But the landlord says
he'll put the word out.

Right, well,
keep in touch with the TFOs.

Young lad, country road...

Ah, someone must've seen him.

There you go.

Well, you have been in the wars.

You had us worried.

Busted my ankle
when I fell off the roof.

Yeah, you climbed out
through that skylight, didn't you?

You clever lad.

Now, those people
who were holding you captive...

..do you recognise either
of these fellas?

Never saw their faces.
Oh.

His mum's on the way.
Ah, well, that's good.

That fella's dead, isn't he?

I heard a shot.

But you didn't SEE what happened?
Just kept running.

Hid in the woods till morning.
Well, you must've been frozen.

It was all right.

Well, it's best
not to dwell on it, love.

They can't hurt you now.

What about my dad? Can I see him?

Joe?

Thank you. Joe!

You all right?

He'll still need to make
a formal statement. OK.

Hasn't he been through enough?
Ah, nothing that can't wait, love.

Let's get you home. Come on.
Shall we go? You all right?

You all right? Lean on me.
Hey? What's up with your foot?

Poor lad's in bits.

Well, he's just lost his dad.
Going to take a while to sink in.

Said he didn't see their faces.

You don't sound convinced.

I know there's something
he's not telling us.

Er, Ma'am, forensics sent over
that touch DNA analysis.

Now, chances are it came
from Connor Barton's assailant.

But it wasn't a match
with Declan Webley.

Connor's killer's still out there.
Ah, my money's on Declan's mam.

Grace Webley? She's got a bus pass!

Ah, found out where they were hiding
the drugs. Took out Connor.

Threw in Declan
just for good measure.

No, she seemed plausible when
she was stood at her son's grave.

Well, you said it yourself, Ma'am...
Never gets her hands dirty.

Maybe she's been playing us.

VERA EXHALES

Heard you'd found him, the boy.

Mm.

Lets you off the hook.

IF Connor Barton's death
was down to me, I need to own this.

File a report.

Did a bit of digging,
I found the deeds for the farmhouse

where they were keeping Joe Mallon.
Don't know if it'll help?

Declan Webley didn't kill Barton.

His DNA evidence ruled him out.
SHE EXHALES

What's this?
"Brightholden Enterprises."

Anonymous shell company.

Brightholden?

Brightholden...

That's the company
those cheques were made out to.

"Henson Larford.

"Managing Partner... Peter Henson."

Oh, no.
Aiden! Get hold of that lad's mam.

Call Kelly now!

I owe you, love.

Where is he? What were you
thinking of, coming here?

The police are looking for Declan.
They know we pulled that robbery.

What if he drops us both in it?
He won't.

I want my cut! 30%, we agreed.

You'll get your share.
Soon as it's sold.

Kelly's not answering!
Well, keep trying!

You think anyone will touch you
after this?

'You need to let the boy go.'

Drive him somewhere quiet
and leave him there.

I think you're forgetting
who's in charge here.

Oh, there you are, love.

We've been trying to call you
for the past hour!

I had my head down.
I haven't slept properly in days.

Peter gave me one of his pills.

Yeah, well, we need to talk to him,
love. Where is he?

He took Joe out for his tea,
said he needed some quiet time.

Where did he take him?
Down to the beach, I think.

Is Peter a member of the gun club?
Yeah, he's over there most weekends,

he likes to think
he's one of the boys.

He ever bring a gun home with him?

Why? What's happened?

What you saw at the farmhouse...

..wasn't how it looked.

They told us they'd hurt you...

if I didn't go along
with the robbery.

Said your mam'd be next.

You think I won't tell her?

They'd send us to prison.

That what you want?

MEN GRUNTING

GUNSHOT

Joe!

What did you say to the police?

Nothing.

I'll make this up to you. I promise.

We need to leave.
I'm not going ANYWHERE with you.

You'll do what you're told for once.

We need to get home, to warn Mam.

That fella told us
they knew where we lived.

He had pictures.
Just shut up and move, will you?

It's you they're after...
If they catch us, I'm finished.

You know what they did to your dad.
You set my dad up.

It's your fault he's dead!
Your dad was a loser,

he had it coming!
My dad was worth ten of you!

Let him go.

He's got a gun!

Oh, no.

You don't want to do that, love!

OK, get the gun. Get the gun.

You know I'd never hurt you.

Aiden...
Joe, come on.

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

LIVELY CHATTER FROM BOYS
AND COACH

We'll get you in there soon,
won't we?

What?
We'll get you playing soon.

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION

Come, on Joe!

Come on, Joe.
Come on, Joe!

WHISTLE BLOWS

Well done, lad! Come on, Joe!

You're missing a good match.
Winning, is he? He is.

Who's that?
This is my boy - Max.

It never is! Well, you've grown.

Well, you only get to see him
once in a blue moon!

Hello, Boss.
Hey, don't be cheeky!

He's all right.
Your dad calls me "dinosaur".

I know.
Right, get the ice pops, go on.

It's good of you to bring her.
Mm.

She couldn't get here quick enough.

I'm glad he's happy.

COACH: Touch!
WHISTLE BLOWS

That's it, well done!
Well done, Joe!

That's it, put that back on there.
There we go.

Hey, we're gonna
get some burgers after.

Yeah?
Why don't you join us?

Nah. You be with your bairn.
Bit of father-son time.

Bye, Max.
Bye.

Why don't you join us
for the second half?

Right, which one? That one?

WHISTLE BLOWS

APPLAUSE

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