All language subtitles for Vera.S12E03._English

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- Got an RTC, Terrace Road.
Anybody nearby to respond?

So, how far to Terrace Road?

About five minutes?

- Well, go on then.
- This is Romeo six.

We are on route...
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- Reports of a break-in,
suspect is male,

dressed in
black and white hoodie.

Copy that, we're on our way.

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[ Banging ]

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- We have reports
of domestic violence

at Jermaine Street flats.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

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- Romeo six, can you conduct
a welfare check?

Seventy year old lady
in distress.

- Drunk and disorderly
at the Chicken Shop

on Southern Avenue.

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[ Groans ]

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Oh, give me a break!

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- Did a stint down here
when I was in uniform

back in the day.

- I used to see a
girl from here.

Arlene, her name was.

Arlene Potts.

Came through to see her
one Sunday.

Went for a walk on
Steeley Pier.

She dumped me half way across.

- Ah, and there's you
coming all that way.

- I know,
but I liked her -- a lot.

- Have you finished?
- Yeah. Sorry.

- Are you gonna fill me in
or what?

- Well, Leanne Waller.
Park warden.

On her rounds this morning
when she sees the body

of a male in the pond...
So, she wades in, pulls him out.

- Ah, forensics won't be
best pleased about that.

- And that's when she sees
his head's bashed in.

- Do we know who he is?
- No ID.

No wallet, no phone --
but get this,

the responding officer
recognised him

as PC Joel Kingston.

- He's a copper?
- Worked out of Morgan Road.

Is that who ID'd him, Ken?

- Aye, Ma'am.
It's a Constable Pearson.

She said she done
her training with him.

- Well, we better check
with the station anyway.

Right.

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- She pulled him
out of the water.

- Well, what was she supposed
to do?

- She should have secured
the area

and waited for us to arrive.

She's a park keeper.

I doubt they teach 'em
crime scene management.

- So, what have we got?
- He's taken multiple blows

on the left side
of his skull and face.

Looks like a particularly
violent attack with a weapon...

Before you ask,
I have no idea what it was.

- Well, it must've been
something heavy

to inflict
those sort of injuries.

- Can't confirm exact cause
of death right now,

but I can tell you,
he's got some defence wounds...

And forensics found blood spots
over there.

Could be it was an altercation
that escalated.

- Seems he was a police officer.
- Fit too.

- Well, I don't think
that's appropriate.

I meant physically fit.

As in, he would've
been hard to overpower.

Oh...

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- Morning, Ma'am.
This is Leanne.

She's the one who
found the body

Eh, that must've been a shock.

Putting it mildly.

- Well, we'll not keep you long,
love.

You tell me what time
did you find him?

Just after nine.

- And presumably the park
had been open

for a couple of hours by then.

Unlocked the gates at six.

- Had you seen the lad before you
found him in the pond?

Or anyone else for that matter?

- Been on the other side
of the park all morning.

Someone'd set fire to
the dog crap bins again.

I didn't get up to here
until later.

But there was no one
around at that time.

Well, save for the poor lad.

- Right.
Thanks, love.

Ma'am.

Morgan Road has sent
through a photo.

Ah, yeah, that looks like him.

So, what d'you reckon?

- Well, no phone,
no wallet.

Could be a robbery, gone wrong.

But then the timing's weird.

I mean, Saturday morning's
hardly a ripe time

for muggings, is it?

Ideal location though.

Quiet, lots of cover.

Time to pick your victim.

- Yeah, but there must be
easier prey.

Why pick a young,
fit fella in his twenties?

Let's get over to Morgan Road.

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- ...to anybody, really, so you
gotta be careful

- when you're out there.
- Jim?

Oh, so, it's yourself.

Hey.

DS Aiden Healy.

Aiden, this is
Sergeant Jim McDonnagh.

Are you still working?

I thought you'd be well retired
by now.

Days like today I wish I was.

Ah, so word's out then, is it?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Look, come on through.

Struggling to think
what to fathom.

I mean, I watched him clock off
just a few hours ago.

- He was working last night?
- Yeah.

Just starting a week of nights.

- So what time did he finish
this morning?

Just after six.

Anything happen on his shift?

- As far as I know it was
the usual Friday night.

Was he working with anyone?

- Yeah, Naz Singh.
She's a probationer.

- Oh, is she here?
- No.

She went home before Kingston.

What was he like?

- Good lad.
Capable, smart.

He had a bright future
ahead of him.

- Is it true?
- Aye.

What happened?

- Oh, well, were still tryna work
that out, love.

- Oh, DCI Stanhope.
- DS Healy.

- This is Gary Sickert,
Lisa Hendrix.

They were on last
night as well.

- Were you working with
PC Kingston?

- No ma'am, we were in town
centre all night,

- dealing with the carnage.
- So, when did you last see him?

- [ Exhales ]
- Uh, yesterday morning was it?

When he and Naz
got off the last shift.

- How'd he seem?
- He seemed fine, didn't he?

- Yeah.
- What happened to your hand?

- Some scrote thought it would
be funny to smash up a bus stop.

I cut myself on the glass when
I tried to pin the bugger down.

- You had that looked at?
- Aye. It's nothing.

- Alright. Go on.
Off you go.

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Was Kingston popular?

- How d'you mean?
- Well, with the other officers?

- Aye. We're just one big happy
family here.

- Okay, Jim.
You got an address for us?

- Yeah, lives with his mum
and dad.

His old man's Phil Kingston.

- The Phil Kingston?
- Aye.

They're knocking
on his door now.

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- We'll get someone to pick up
this probationer Singh.

Get her in for a statement.

So, who's this Phil Kingston?

- Oh, ex-police sergeant.
Retired.

A bit of a legend
amongst the old guard.

And if he's anything
like he used to be,

this is gonna be tough.

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Uh, yeah, she's just arrived.

Yeah.

Right.
Yeah.

- Phil.
- Mm-hmm.

Did someone do him?

I think we should go inside.

Did someone kill my son?

It looks that way, yes.

Er...

Look...

Let me talk to his mother.

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- [ Wailing ]
- Come on now, pet.

Don't you touch me!

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Laptop...

Hey, I'm sorry Phil.

Any idea who did it?

Hey, early days.

- You must have a theory?
- Well we still have to ascertain

whether it was a random attack
or if was he targeted.

When'd you last see him?

- Yesterday afternoon,
about five.

- So, just before his shift?
- Yeah.

- And how did he seem?
- He seemed absolutely fine.

Not worried about anything?

- Like what?
- Well, I don't know.

- Work?
- Nah. Nah.

Joel lived for the job.

- And what about mates?
Girlfriends?

- Had a couple of mates
from school

but, uh, they fell by the
wayside when he joined up.

You know how it goes.

As for girlfriends...

There were a few lasses
but nothing serious.

And his brother?

- They were close?
- You mean Shane?

They got on.

To be honest,
they're different people.

- Mrs. Kingston -- she wants
all uniforms to leave,

including the Family Liaison.

I'll go speak to her.

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PC Joel Kingston.

Twenty five years old.

Been working out of Morgan Road
nick since he graduated.

His body was found this morning
at 9:00 a.m.

in Foxwood Park Pond.

Now, we're still waiting on
Pathology,

but it's clear to say he'd
suffered a violent attack.

- He doesn't look old enough
to be a copper.

He looks like a kid.

- Now, I know this hits
close to home,

but we treat this victim
the same as we treat any other.

He was last seen leaving
Morgan Road

at around 6:00 a.m.

And it's about a 20-minute
walk to the park,

so let's track his route.

Start collecting CCTV.

I want those three hours
accounted for.

- Ma'am.
- Are we saying
this was a robbery?

- Well, it's something we have
to consider, Jac.

Seeing he was without
a wallet or phone.

So, flag his cards and see
if you can trace his phone.

And check recent robberies
in the area.

Let's look into
his private life...

Phone records, social media,
emails, the lot.

And find out who his mates were,
what he was into.

Kenny, I need you to liaise with
Jim McDonnagh at Morgan Road.

I want a blow by blow account
of his last shift:

arrest reports,
radio comms, body-cam footage.

- Uh, he's already sent
some stuff through, Ma'am.

- I'll go through it.
- And find out

what his standing was with
the other coppers --

- if anyone had any issues.
- Okay.

- Naz Singh's in the soft suite.
- Who?

Kingston's work partner.

Oh, right.

I'm sorry to keep ya.

I don't understand.

I was with him this morning.

How can he be dead?

- Ah, well, we're not sure
yet, love.

That's why we're
talking to you.

Now, you and Joel
worked together, is that right?

- Yes, ma'am,
past few months.

And how was he last night?

Good.

I mean, Joel's always good.

You two were close, were you?

- We weren't mates
or anything like that.

Joel was babysitting me.

- So, last night --
how was it?

Just the usual nightmare.

Any confrontations?

There was a domestic, Ma'am.

Jermaine Street flats.

Lass was assaulted
by her boyfriend.

He had a go at Joel.

This boyfriend got a name?

Uh, Dean Lennon.

Girlfriend was Ria Leggate.

The neighbour called it in.

It must've happened
before because

Joel called them
frequent flyers.

Right.

Well done, love.

Eh...

[ Muffled ]

You're a dead man!

You're a dead man!

Right, let's bring him in.

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- Kingston wasn't lying
when he told Singh

he'd been here before.

Neighbours made about
a dozen calls

in the last six months.

All of them about Lennon
and his girlfriend rowing.

- What do we know
about this fella?

Thirty two years old.

Previous convictions
for drugs and assault.

- And what about his girlfriend,
Ria Leggate?

- There's nothing apart from
a minor skirmish

- at the supermarket.
- Ooh.

[ Elevator chimes, doors open ]

It's, what, a 15-minute
walk to the park from here?

- About that.
- Ten if you were running.

[ Door opens ]

Ria Leggate?

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He's not here.

- Your lad, love?
- Carter, go to your room.

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- Now then, the night
before last, love --

one of your neighbours
called the police here.

- Yeah. Right.
That were a mistake.

- Said you were being
assaulted by your boyfriend.

We were just having a row.

Look, we'd had
a couple of vodkas.

Got a little bit loud.

There were no need
for them to call.

We also know Mr. Lennon,

attacked one of the officers
attending that call.

A PC Joel Kingston.

Don't remember that.

- Ah, but that attack
was recorded

on the body cam of
PC Kingston --

along with your fella
threatening to kill him.

- Why are you lot making
such a big issue out of it?

Dean had a go at him.
So what? He was angry.

Is this what they're sending
detectives out

to investigate now?

- Ah no.
PC Kingston's dead, love.

Killed yesterday morning,
not far from here.

And the reason they send us out
is because we deal with murder.

So, I'll ask you again:

where's your boyfriend?

- He went out.
I don't know where.

- When did he leave?
- Couple of hour ago.

- And after he attacked
the officer on Friday night,

- where did he go?
- Nowhere.

He stayed here all night.

And then all day.

- Well, she's lying.
- Ah, well, 'cause she's scared.

What d'you wanna do now?

- Well, get uniform to talk
to the neighbours.

And get someone from domestic
crime to chat with her.

She may not be interested,
but you never know.

And we need to find
Dean Lennon.

Today.
[ Mobile ringing ]

Paula?

Ma'am, we're ready...

- Right.
Give us half an hour.

My God!

What d'you think you're doing?

That's a private!

- They're giving you
the Outstanding Service Medal!

Why didn't you tell us?

- Because it's none of your
business.

- That's just brilliant, really.
- Oh, shut up.

There's no medals
going anywhere.

- What d'you mean?
- Because I'm not accepting it.

- And why not?
- Because I don't want too.

Alright?

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- He was dead before
he went into the pond.

Cause of death was
a cerebral haemorrhage

caused by significant
blunt force trauma.

- So, someone bashed
his head in?

At least four separate blows.

- Can you narrow down
time of death?

- He wasn't in the water
for long,

and assuming he went in
just after he died,

I'd say sometime between
7:00 and 9:00 that morning.

And are you any further forward
on the weapon?

- As you could see, there were
dirt and rock particles

around the wounds,
and the forensic team discovered

that a rock near the pond
had blood traces on it.

Still testing, but this looks
like a strong candidate.

- Which means, our killer
didn't come prepared.

It's improvised.

- Which fits with our random
attack theory.

- Mm.
- And there was one other thing.

He has a wound
on his upper left arm.

Recent injury.
Looks fresh.

Can't be any more
than a week old.

- Is that a stab wound?
- More than likely.

- It's been treated.
- By a medical professional,

I'd say.

- Jim McDonnagh says there's no
record of Kingston

sustaining a knife injury
while he was on duty.

- So it must've happened
outside of work.

- Well, that narrows it down.
- Are we sure it's related?

- Ah, we're not sure of
anything Jac,

but it's worth checking out.

Kenny, Paula said this injury
was treated by a doctor.

So ring round the hospitals,
see if you can get some details.

- Will do.
- And Mark?

Kingston's phone, where are we?

- We know it went dead at 8:56
the morning he died.

The last ping was off a tower
in the city.

- Right, and what about CCTV?
Did you check his route?

- I'm still working through it,
Ma'am.

Well, get a wiggle on.

Jac, what have you got?

- I looked at recent crimes
in the park area, Ma'am.

It's hardly a hot spot
for muggings.

No more than a half a dozen
incidents in the last year.

- Well, what about around
the time of killing?

- Just before or just after?
- Not much.

Car theft and a break-in
at a flat near the marina.

Place was smashed up
but nothing taken.

- What about his private life?
- I checked his laptop,

socials, call records --
there's barely anything there.

Kingston didn't have much
of a life outside of work.

- Well, there's gotta be
something, Jac.

- Supported his local
rugby club?

Ah, well keep looking.

Okay, Kenny, check out
this knife wound.

- Ma'am.
- Aiden, find Dean Lennon.

I'm going to see the Kingstons.

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Well...

Looks like Joel
was well loved.

What?

The flowers.

They're from Phil's friends.

Here we go.

Hey, thanks love.

Do you know who killed him?

Not yet, pet.

But we will.

When you do,

you tell them what
a wonderful lad Joel was.

You tell them they took
away a pure soul.

You said you had a question.

Oh, aye.

I wanted to ask you about
an injury

Joel picked up recently.

- What injury?
- A stab wound on his upper arm.

What d'you mean a stab wound?

- Well, that's
what it looks like.

We asked at the station,
but they said

it hadn't happened on duty.

Why would anyone stab Joel?

- Ah, well, I was hoping
you could tell me, pet.

First we're hearing of it.

Shane?

Aye. Uh...

It was my fault.

About a week ago,
me and Joel went out clubbing.

I got into an argument
with some guy at the bar,

and things kicked off
with him and his mates.

Joel had to jump in
to get us out of there.

But one of them
must have had a blade

and they stuck Joel.

But we didn't notice
until we were out of there.

- Well, why didn't he report
the assault?

Said it'd be too much hassle.

- Which club was this?
- Emerge, in the city centre.

- Emerge.
And did you know these lads?

So it was you.

You got him killed!

- Phil! Please!
Stop it!

Too stupid to see.

They could've tracked him down!

Got him back for the trouble
you caused!

Phil, enough!

He's a bloody waste of space.

Nothing but trouble
since the day he was born.

Don't give me that look.

You don't know the half of it.

He's a junkie.

Three stints in rehab.

Not that they did any good.

- That lad's just
lost his brother.

And I've lost my son.

So, you're both hurtin'!

What's with this Dean Lennon?

Might be retired,
still got contacts.

- Who told you that?
- Doesn't matter.

Did he kill Joel?

- You need to take a step
back, Phil.

I'm just asking a question.

And I'm just warning you.

This is my investigation.

Stay out of it.

He's just been taken in.

- What?
- Lennon.

He's in custody.

Don't your people
tell you anything?

[ Mobile ringing ]
That'll be them, now.

What?

- I called you as soon as I knew.
- Aye.

And that was still 15 minutes
after Phil Kingston knew.

How did he find out so quick?

- Because Morgan Road
is like a sieve.

- You're a dead man!
You're a dead man!

That you in the tape, Dean?

Looks like me, yeah.

Threatening a police officer.

It's a stressful situation.

Got angry.
Said things I didn't mean...

Plus, your man,
he was kind of interfering

- in a personal matter.
- That personal matter --

would that be you assaulting
Ria Leggate?

- She's Carter's mum.
I'd never hurt her.

- Ah, well, now here's the thing,
Mr. Lennon --

not seven hours after
you threatened to kill him,

PC Kingston was murdered.

Very sad to hear that.

Yeah, you look heartbroken.

Were you near Foxwood Park early
yesterday morning?

- No, I was with Ria
at the flat.

- Oh, well, you weren't with her
this morning.

I had some business.

What kind of business?

- It was a personal matter,
actually.

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- I think he's lying.
- Doesn't matter what you think,

- does it?
- Ma'am?

- What? It's what you can prove
that matters.

And right now, Ria Leggate's
giving him an alibi,

so, were gonna have
to let him go.

- What?
- I've managed to pull together

that CCTV.

So, this is Kingston leaving
work at 6:42 a.m.

And the next time we see him
is here,

crossing Arnholt Street
at 6:51.

And then this is around
7:00 a.m.

He goes in to this building
on the right...

Where was that please?

- Place called City Works Gym.
It's new.

It's been open
for about a month.

He's in there for around
30 minutes and then he leaves.

And then we pick him up
for the final time,

back on Arnholt Street
at 7:42.

How far is that from the park?

- It's still a good
10 minutes away.

- Hang on. Go back to where he
went into the gym.

Yeah, now stop it there.

Well, am I the only one
seeing this?

- What?
- Where's his kit?

He was in there
for half an hour.

What was he doing?
Wasn't working out,

not unless he was doing it
in his kegs.

Find out why he was there.

- Ma'am, Kingston's debit card
just got flagged.

Someone tried to access
an online gambling site

an hour ago.

Good work, Jac.

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I think you should join us down
at the station, pet.

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Now, I hear you're a fan
of poker, Leanne.

- DCI Stanhope
has entered the room.

Wouldn't exactly say a fan.

Well, you must like it a bit.

Then why else would you use
a dead man's debit card

to play online?

Now, we found this wallet
in your kitchen...

I would ask you
how you came by it,

but since it was you
who found his body,

I think it's safe to assume
you took it from PC Kingston.

Oh, aye, off-duty
police officer, love.

Now, the question is,
did you kill him for it?

- What?
'Course I didn't kill him!

- So, you just robbed a corpse?
- No!

- That's not what happened!
- No?

- I saw the wallet first on
the ground, next to the pond.

it must've fallen out
of his pocket.

Then I saw him
floating in the water.

- So why didn't you hand it
to a police officer

- when they arrived?
- I meant to, but...

Well, I'd just pulled
a dead man out the pond.

I didn't think.

- Now, we've been taking a peek
at your bank records, love.

Eh...

You're in a deep hole.

How long you had a problem?

- About a year,
year and a half.

How's it come to this?

- One night I was on my own,
bored.

Saw one of the adverts
on telly.

Thought, why not have
a flutter.

I won on my third go.

Didn't even know
what I was doing.

Just hitting buttons.

Bang.
There you go.

900.

Been chasing
that feeling since.

I know I should've given you
the wallet.

I wanted to.

I did.

I'm not this person.

Honestly.

- Well, how about
PC Kingston's phone?

Did you pocket that as well?

Oh, is that why you pulled him
out of the water?

To check what else
he had on him?

- No! I -- I couldn't leave him
in there.

I was trying to help him.

So where is it?

His phone?
Where is it?

- I couldn't get it to work, so I
threw it in a bin by the pond.

Oh.

Give me strength.

Get uniform onto it.

Now, that wallet and his phone
are evidence, love.

And to hang on to them
is a crime.

That's not to mention
using a dead man's bank card,

'cause that's fraud.

We will be charging you, pet,
do you understand?

- Can't gamble in
prison can you?

- Did she really think she could
use his card

without us finding out?

- Oh, I doubt the woman's thought
further than her next bet.

Poor woman's desperate.

Desperate enough to kill?

No, she's no murderer.

Looting corpses
is about her limit.

But her evidence proves
that Kingston

still had his belongings
with him after he was killed.

Which means robbery's
no longer a motive.

I mean, it could still've been
a random attack,

but my money's on him
being targeted.

Yeah but by who?

- Well, we've got
two candidates.

First up is Dean Lennon.

Now, he threatened Kingston

the night before
he was murdered.

We've got evidence of that.

But the girlfriend is saying
he was with her.

Now, Jac, I want to know
everything about Dean Lennon,

especially where he was
yesterday morning.

- Ma'am.
- Next up,

is the fella who did this.

Now, the brother is saying
it happened

at the Emerge night club
a week ago.

Maybe the fella came back
to finish the job.

So, Mark, get over to that
nightclub,

see if you can
find me a name.

- Ma'am.
- We might want to add

Gary Sickert to your list,
of suspect Ma'am.

According to HR, Kingston made
a formal complaint

against Sickert last month
for racial harassment.

Racial harassment?

How the hell was Kingston
being racially harassed?

- Oh, he wasn't.
He made the complaint

on behalf of a colleague --
Naz Singh.

Well, she never said anything.

Okay, Aiden,
you get over to this gym,

and I'll go and have a word
with Naz Singh.

Any progress on who did this?

- Not yet, but we are looking at
a couple of candidates...

including PC Sickert.

- What? Gary Sickert?
Why?

- We know that Kingston made
a complaint against Sickert,

on your behalf.

- I-I never asked
him to do that.

It was all off his own back.

- Is it true
Sickert harassed you?

He made a few comments.

More than a few actually.

Just the usual racist jokes.

I was just in the door.

I tried not to let it bother me,
you know?

But it bothered Joel?

- At first he went to McDonnagh
about it,

but he didn't want to know.

- Jim McDonnagh
didn't do anything?

He told Sickert to apologise.

- And did he?
- Yeah, but that wasn't enough

for Joel.

So, he made
the complaint formal.

The thing you have to understand
about Joel,

he never compromised.

There was right and wrong.

- So, this complaint caused
a lot of tension?

- Joel and Sickert had a row
in the rec room.

- Did they?
- It was just words.

But then Sickert got the others
to freeze him out.

- And how did Joel feel
about that?

- To be honest, he...
he didn't care.

He was in the right.

♪♪

Can I help ya?

- DS Healey,
Northumberland & City Police.

Recognise this fella?

Never seen him before.

He was here yesterday morning.

- If you say so.
- For about half an hour.

And then he left and then
someone killed him.

Sorry, I don't remember him.

Do you have a sign in policy?

Presumably you don't just
let anyone walk in here.

- It's members only.
- Was this guy a member?

What did you say his name was?

Joel Kingston.

- He's not a member.
- So, how did he get in here?

- Hello?
- Where are you?

- I'm checking out
Kingston's gym visit.

- And?
- Well, the bloke
can't remember him.

And can't decide whether
he's stupid

- or just lying through his teeth.
- Probably both.

- What did Singh say?
- Well, Sickert had an issue

with Kingston over
that complaint.

See if you can track him down,
find out if he caught up

with Kingston yesterday morn.

I will do.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Could be trouble, boss.

♪♪

- That Sickert is going to put me
in an early grave.

Why are you still working?

Can't afford not to.

Ha'way.

You've done your time
and then some.

What about your pension?

Made some rash investments.

- Don't tell me you
bought a pub?

No, Spanish holiday flats.

But the deal went bust
before they broke ground.

Look, it wouldn't have mattered
how I handled Sickert.

Kingston was still gonna lodge
that complaint regardless.

What do you mean by that?

- The lad's dead, and I'm sad and
I'm angry about that.

But there's no denying
he was difficult.

- Why? Because he didn't like his
partner being racially abused.

- Sickert's got a big mouth,
and more often than not,

he's got his foot in it --
but he's a good copper.

And a complaint like that
could put the kibosh

- on the rest of his career.
- So, he had motive?

- I'll pretend
I didn't hear that.

- Oh, you can pretend
what you like, Jim.

But you and I both know
there was bad blood

between Sickert
and the dead lad.

♪♪

- Right, look, as soon
as I realised she was upset,

I apologised.
Naz accepted.

I mean, that would've been it
if Kingston hadn't

stuck his oar in.

- That must've been a worry
for you?

Something like that hanging
over you?

- Nah, not really.
They don't have a case.

Especially with Kingston dead.

You and Hendrix came
off your shift

after Kingston and Singh,
that right?

- We were on the overlap.
12:00 till 9:00.

- But you didn't get back to
Morgan Road until mid morning.

- This feels like a
conversation we should
be having with my rep.

Just asking a question, Gary.

Lisa?

You got a second?

What's up?

- Detective Sergeant here
wants to know

why we were late back to the
station on Saturday morning.

Had to go to the hospital.

♪♪

- Ma'am? That hospital have
confirmed that Sickert was

treated for lacerations on his
hand at around ten that morning.

- Well, he could've
killed Kingston

and then taken himself
to the hospital.

- Risky though, getting yourself
treated for an injury

you picked up
whilst killing a colleague.

You're not just drawing
attention to yourself?

- Might seem more odd
if he didn't get it treated?

- Yeah. But then we've got
the Hendrix problem.

- She's backing Sickert up.
- Ma'am.

We've just identified Kingston's
last incoming call.

It was from his brother Shane,
just before he started work

- on Friday night.
- Right.

- And then there's this,
which is a bit weird...

An online booking Kingston made

with a guest house
two weeks ago.

Well, what's weird about that?

- Well, he paid for three nights,
but I checked the dates

and he was on night shift.

Why book a room
if he couldn't use it?

Where's this guest house?

Whitley Bay.

♪♪

Kingsley was it?

Kingston.

- And when was he here?
- Well, the payment was made

on the 19th,
so, in the last two weeks?

- Do you not keep your bookings
on a computer?

Oh, I don't touch those, love.

It's Darren who deals
with that sort of stuff.

Ah, is he here?

No, love.

Thing is, we haven't had many
guests in the past two weeks.

Oh, right, we had
the Marshalls.

Now, they come every year.

But apart from them,
there was just the lass.

And who was she?

- A young woman --
with her little lad.

- Yeah?
What was her name?

Oh, now you're asking.

Oh, was it Mia?

Could it be Ria?

- Aye.
That's it.

Ria.

- So, me and Carter went to
the beach for a few days.

- What's the big deal?
- The big deal is that

Joel Kingston paid
for your accommodation.

Ah, listen, you can shrug
all you like, love,

but both you and I know
this is not a normal situation.

Now, why was a police officer
paying for your holiday?

- It's hard to explain...
- Were you in a relationship?

- What?! No!
It wasn't like that.

He was just helping us out.

A couple of week ago,
me and Dean had a row.

A serious one.

I mean, it were my fault,
I wound him up...

- Ria, love --
- I'm telling you what happened.

Anyway, that cow upstairs
calls the police again.

Kingston shows up --
see's my face and says

he's taking me
to a women's shelter.

I told him he was overreacting.

- Well, it doesn't sound
like he was.

He wouldn't let it go.

In the end we compromised
and I agreed to him helping us

get away for a few days.

Drove us up there an' all.

It were a nice thing
for him to do.

And did Dean know about this?

- I told him we were staying at
my mum's,

but Carter let it slip.

When did the lad let it slip?

Couple of nights ago.

- The same night Dean threatened
to kill Kingston?!

Well, that's why he lost it!

A copper helping you out
behind his back.

Now listen, I'm gonna ask you
one last question --

and I want the truth, love.

Was Dean here
on Saturday morning?

He left on Friday night.

After Joel and that lady
copper went.

Came back Saturday lunchtime.

Thanks, love.

♪♪

Get an alert out for Lennon.

I want him in a cell
by this afternoon.

♪♪

♪♪

What are you doing here, Phil?

You let him go.

You need to go home.

Is he up there?

Go home, Phil!

I'll not tell you again.

♪♪

- How did Phil know to find
Lennon at Ria Leggate's flat?

Same way he knows everything.

He's got a mate in every nick.

- You don't think
he's gonna hurt Lennon.

- Well, I'd rather not
tempt fate.

We need to get Lennon in
custody, and quick.

- Ma'am, you got a call
from Jenny

from the Chief Constable's
office.

- Ah, right.
- Wants you to call her back.

- Yeah, okay.
- She said it was urgent.

Yes, alright, I got it, Kenny!

Why are you ignoring them?

- Who?
- Chief Constable's office.

Because I don't want a medal.

- Alright?
- Aww, you're being daft.

- Excuse me?
- Well, you are -- Ma'am.

- I've just been over
to Emerge nightclub.

I spoke to the doorman
that was working

- the night Kingston was stabbed.
- Yeah, and?

- Well, he swears that it was
Kingston that started the fight,

not his brother --
says Shane Kingston

had to drag Joel out of there.

- Now, why would Shane lie
about that?

How long you been in recovery?

- Officially?
Eight years.

But I was only clean
for about two of those.

- Still, you've been
going to the meetings.

Free coffee's free coffee.

Uh...
I guess I kept going for Joel.

He never gave up on me, y'know?

And speaking of Joel, love...

I need to ask you about
that ruck at the nightclub.

- Aye.
I er...

I lied about it.
I'm sorry.

- Now, why'd you lie?
- I don't know.

For Mam, I suppose.

I didn't want her thinking
badly of Joel.

She's fragile at the best
of times.

And now she's...

Anyway, even if I had
told the truth,

Dad still would've found
a way to make it my fault.

- You and your dad
don't get on, eh?

He hates my living guts.

- I'm sure that's not true.
- [ Scoffs ]

- Look, I -- [ Sighs ]
I don't blame him.

I've been a pain in the arse
since I was 12.

It's not like he hasn't
tried with us.

Just a bit of a crap son...

Joel on the other hand...

He was everything
Phil wanted in a boy.

- Did you resent your brother
for that?

God no! No.

I loved him for it.
Yeah.

Him being the favourite
meant the focus was off me.

I was free to screw up me life
in the way I wanted.

Well, this fight at the club?

Aye.

Joel started it.

You know, one minute he was
fine, having a laugh;

next, he was kicking off
with those lads.

What was it that set him off?

- I asked him what happened
at the hospital later,

and he said that one of them
found out he was a copper

and made some smart remark.

Joel just blew up.

- Was it like him to react
like that?

- No, Joel was always
the calm one.

Usually me who kicks off.

I guess they just got him
on the wrong night.

- Okay, right, come on.
I'll give you a lift home.

♪♪

♪♪

Uh, just one more thing
before you go.

The last call Joel received
was from your phone

just before his shift.

- Aye.
I was getting back to him.

- What about?
- He'd asked if I wanted to go to

the rugby with him on Saturday,
I was calling to say

I couldn't make it.

Wish I'd said yes now, like.

I better go.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

- Shane Kingston's confirmed it
was Joel

who started that fight.

Apparently these lads had a go
at him about being a copper.

- Probably happens every day
of the week

- Yeah, well, Shane said
it was out of character

for him to react like that.

In fact, everyone we've spoken
to about PC Kingston

confirmed that he's
level headed.

So, what was it
that tipped him over?

Now, do we know
who did this yet?

- Still working in it, Ma'am.
- Alright.

Where are we with Dean Lennon?

- We've got an alert out on him.
I'll chase it up.

- I spoke to a contact in vice
about him.

They know Lennon but consider
him a small time player.

- Oh, everything about him
is small time, Jac.

- Except his debt: he owes money
to some serious people.

- Well, let's hope, we get
to him before they do.

- I did some digging on Hendrix
and Sickert, Ma'am.

Sickert's been complained
about before.

- Has he?
- Yeah, he's disciplined twice

in the last 18 months for
comments he made

- about female officers.
- Sounds like a pattern.

- Aye -- one that could get him
his jotters.

Kingston's complaint --
that's just one step closer

- to him getting chucked out.
- Anything else?

- Well, I checked into Hendrix
and Sickert's radio log

from their night shift.

They both had their radios
turned off

for nearly two hours
that morning.

What?!

What time was this?

Uh, between 7:00 and 9:00.

♪♪

♪♪

- Can I help you?
- We're looking for Gary.

I've made us dinner!

- He's in there.
Help yourself.

Oh!

Hello?

- We, uh, must have forgot
to log back in.

- What, both of you?
- We'd been working

the city centre Friday night,
it was full on.

- Ah, well, I'm not talking
about Friday night, love.

I'm talking about
Saturday morning.

- What's the difference?
- Well, Kingston wasn't killed

- on Friday.
- What you think me and Lisa

clocked off so we could go
kill Kingston?

- Well, maybe you didn't mean
to kill him, pet.

Maybe you just went to have it
out with him

and things escalated.

- I'm hardly gonna murder a man
over a poxy little complaint?

Not just one complaint, Gary.

This is your third
in 18 months.

- The other two were dropped.
- Aye, still on your record,

though isn't it.

And they'll be taken
into account

every time
you go for a promotion.

- Yeah, well,
I'm not ambitious.

- Wanna keep your job though,
don't ya?

And Kingston put that
in jeopardy.

- Do you know what gets me
about this?

You lot make out like
he was a saint.

Oh, he's got you all fooled.

The guy was bent as they come.

You saying he was corrupt?

- Heard he was taking
backhanders.

From who?

Someone big.

- Why haven't you
mentioned this before?

I don't know.

Badmouthing dead coppers
isn't my style, I guess.

- You didn't like him,
though, did ya?

- True.
But he was still one of us.

- Sickert's lying,
he's trying to distract us

from looking at him
by tainting Kingston.

Kenny, what d'you think?

- Well, I've chatted to a few
of the coppers at Morgan Road,

and none of them mentioned
Kingston as being corrupt.

- Ma'am, background on
City Works Gym.

- Jac, is there anything in
Kingston's accounts to suggest

- dirty money?
- No, Ma'am.

- There you go, there's no
evidence to back Sickert up.

- Maybe we just haven't
found it yet.

- Oh, come on, he
said he'd heard

he was taking money from
someone big.

- Who?
- How about Gerry Farr?

- Who's Gerry Farr?
- He's a medium sized

drug dealer -- but he's got his
finger in a lot of pies, Ma'am.

- Yeah,
including City Works Gym.

Gerry Farr's the owner.

♪♪

[ Engine starts ]

♪♪

[ Engine revving ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

- Hello, love.
Need to speak to your boss.

- Mr. Farr's not here.
- Oh, do you mind if we check?

- He's busy.
- So, he is here?

- It's okay, Kyle,
I'm free now.

Gerry Farr.
How can I help?

- DCI Stanhope.
DS Healy.

Is there somewhere
we could talk?

- Nope.
I don't know him.

- Well, he was in here
Saturday morning.

I'll take your word for it.

- And soon after he left,
he turned up at Foxwood Park.

Dead in the pond.

Sorry to hear that.

- Were you here
on Saturday morning?

- Um, come to think of it,
I was, yeah.

- And you never saw this fella?
- No.

But I was, cooped up in here the
entire day doing the accounts.

- Until when?
- Around four.

- And did you leave the gym
at all during that time?

Not that I can recall.

- So, why d'you think
he came in here?

And we know he came in.

To work out?

Come on, guys, we are a gym.

- Do you get many coppers
at your gym?

- We get a varied membership.
- Yeah, except this fella

wasn't a member, was he?

But he managed to get past
your front desk

and stay for half an hour.

- Oh, dear, looks like I'm gonna
have to have a word with Kyle.

Tighten up our security.

Hmm, and talking of security,

how come you've got no cameras
in the building?

They've yet to be installed.

Look, guys, I'm really sorry to
hear about your colleague.

Really I am.

And I wish I could be
of more help.

But I've absolutely no idea
why he came in here.

♪♪

- No way a copper walks
into that gym

and Farr doesn't know about it.

And the fact he pulls up the
drawbridge makes me suspicious.

- I don't think
Kingston's corrupt.

He sounded like
an exemplary copper.

- Oh, well, I've met a few bent
coppers in my career,

every one of 'em
seemed exemplary.

- On the subject of your
career...

Well, why won't you
accept this medal?

Because I don't want one.

I just do my job --
I catch killers.

- And very good at it
you are too!

- I know! I don't need some shiny
bauble to prove it.

They want to go handing out
medals, give it to the families.

- What families?
- The victims'.

The husbands, the wives,
the fathers,

the mothers, the kids.

All those who've had to cope
with their loss.

[ Mobile ringing ]
Are still coping

with their loss.

Where are their medals, eh?
Jac.

- Ma'am, there has been
an incident,

- Dean Lennon's at the hospital
- Right. We're on our way.

Drink up.
We're going.

♪♪

Hey, it'll be alright, yeah?

Just don't stress yourself.

- Hey, love.
So what's happened?

- One of t'neighbours found him
lying outside

the flats last night.

- They said it were a hit and run.
- Is he alright?

- They had to operate, said he's
gonna be in there for a week.

- Well, you two better get off
back home.

- Get some rest.
- I can't.

- What d'you mean you can't?
- Dean says we're to stop here.

He don't want to be on his own.

- Well, you can't stop here
for the week, love.

It's not an 'otel.

Now look here...

You see this here?

That's my warrant card.

And this is me ordering you
to go home.

You too, young man.

Come on.

Oh, don't worry, I'll make sure
he knows you had no choice.

Now, go on.

Oh, and Ria?

You might wanna spend
the next seven days,

thinking about your
and Carter's future.

Now here --

you need anything,

you call me.

Thanks.

Someone tried to kill me.

Did you see the driver?

- I was too busy runnin'!
[ Winces ]

Where's Ria?

- Ah, I sent her and the lad
home, pet.

- What d'you do that for?
- Well, to keep 'em safe.

I mean, whoever
did this to you,

might come back
to finish the job.

Wouldn't want your family
in danger?

I can protect my family.

- What, in this state?
I don't think so.

The best thing you can do, love,
is tell us who you've crossed.

- I haven't crossed anyone.
- [ Chuckles ] With your debts?

- You owe a lot
of dangerous people.

- I settled up.
- Really? When was that?

Saturday morning.

That's what I was doing
when Kingston got done.

So, who did this to ya?

- It was one of your lot
who did it.

Ever since you two
brought me in,

I've had someone
following me.

Who's been following you?

- Probably one of Kingston's
copper mates.

I know how you lot operate.

You're not so big on your
due process

when it comes to one
of your own, are ya?

- Just because he's
hanging round the flat
doesn't mean it's him.

- Ah, would you still be saying
that if Phil Kingston

- wasn't an ex-copper?
- No, but he is -- so I am.

- Get yourself over to Ria's,
find out what

the RTC investigator's saying.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Doorbell rings ]

- Is your dad in, love?
- Yeah.

Excuse me, pet.

♪♪

Where were you last night?

Last night!
Where were you?

Hell's it got to do with you?

- Because somebody tried to kill
Dean Lennon last night,

mowed him down on
that estate --

the same estate you were parked
on yesterday morning.

You've got a bloody nerve.

- So, did you go back there,
Phil?

I was a copper for 30 years.

I swore to uphold the law.

- Oh, spare me
the protect and serve speech.

I remember you, Phil.

You and your cronies
weren't averse

to bending those rules
when it suited --

How dare you!

This family is grieving!

Our son is dead! Murdered!

And you're the one who's
supposed to be

getting us justice!
Instead, you come in here

throwing accusations

over some low life!

What about us?!

- I need to know
where you were, Phil.

He was here!

With his family!

♪♪

- Oh! I don't want Mum upset
like that.

- I have to do my job, love.
- Look, I get that.

But Dad was home last night.

He was helping Mum pick out
a casket for Joel.

♪♪

[ Mobile ringing ]

- What's the verdict?
- No evidence

that the vehicle
tried to brake.

In fact, it looks like it was
accelerating when it hit Lennon.

- Any witnesses?
- Nobody's come forward.

Well, what about CCTV?

- The nearest traffic camera
is on the main road,

leading into the estate.
What did Kingston say?

That he was home all night.

So, where does that leave us?

- Well, this stuff with
Gerry Farr bothers me.

So, I'm to gonna see
the lad's partner again.

Hey! Going at a fair old lick
there, pet.

Takes me back.

- Yeah, I'm just trying
to clear my head.

- Ah.
Thinking about Joel?

Yeah, him...

And whether or not I want to be
a police officer anymore.

I don't know.

I'm not sure
I'm cut out for this.

- Well, the decision's yours
of course, pet.

And I wouldn't judge you,
if you did decide to quit.

But I will say this:

no one is cut out for this job.

You grow into it.

You get better at it.

And you cope.

No such thing
as a natural copper.

Except maybe for Joel.

Well, now,

he's the reason I'm here.

No way was Joel corrupt.

- We haven't found
any concrete evidence

but we are looking.

Now, on the day he died,
he paid a visit to

The City Works Gym.

Do you know it?

Don't think so.

He didn't mention going there?

- Not to me.
- Well, that gym is owned

by a Gerry Farr.

Now, the fella
keeps his head down

but he's known to be involved
in organised crime.

- What?
- Nothing, it's just...

just what?

It was a stop.

Last week.

Car was driving erratically
so we pulled him over.

Joel got out and spoke
to the driver

and I stayed in the car and
ran the registration details.

- And it was Gerry Farr?
- Yeah.

- What happened?
- Nothing.

Joel dealt with him.

I was sure he was gonna
get arrested

'cause he seemed out of it.

But they must've spoke
for about 10 minutes,

and then Joel just let him go.

Did he say why he let him go?

No.

In fact, he snapped
the face off me

when I tried
to ask him about it.

- Well, whatever Kingston's
reasons were

for letting Farr go that night,
he didn't put in a report.

And there's no record
of the stop, Ma'am.

- Yeah, but Singh said
she accessed the database,

- so it should've been flagged.
- I'll check it out.

- Shouldn't we bring Farr in,
Ma'am?

He said he didn't know
Kingston, but this
stop proves he's lying.

Ah, it's not enough, Jac.

We're gonna need more than that
if we're gonna sit him down.

Mark, see what you can do
to track Farr's movements

on the morning Kingston died.

- Ma'am, come and take
a look at this.

I went through the personal
call records

of Hendrix and Sickert.

Now, she called him four times

on the morning that
Kingston died.

- What time was that?
- Between 7:00 and 8:00 a.m.,

when they both said
they were together.

Then I can't explain it.

- Well, I'll have a go then,
shall I?

Now, you and Sickert weren't
together the entire shift

that morning like you said.

Seems you needed to contact him

but you couldn't do that
on the radio...

Because you switched it off.

- So you tried to call him
on his mobile --

four times in the space
of an hour.

Now, what was it
that was so urgent?

Now listen, love, you covering
for your mate,

that's one thing,
now I get that.

But we're talking about
the death of an officer here.

So, did PC Sickert disappear
during his shift?

Where did he go?

- Just said he had something
to take care of

and that I was to
cover for him.

How long was he gone for?

About an hour.

He came back eventually.

Said everything was sorted.

That's when I noticed his hand
was all cut up.

After he came back.

♪♪

Why you arresting him?

What's going on, Gary?

I love you.

♪♪

♪♪

- You need to calm down, love.
- This is out of order, this is!

Keeping me in overnight.
I know people in this nick!

- Now, what did you need
to take care of?

What are you on about?

- Well, the morning
Kingston died,

you asked Hendrix
to cover for you.

And when she asked why,
you said

you had something
to take care of.

Now, what was it, Gary?

Well, it must've been urgent
if it couldn't wait

till the end of your shift.

And it must've been dodgy,

'cause you turned
your phone off.

- Which means we can't account
for your whereabouts

- that morning.
- Now, given your recent history

with Kingston,

I have to ask,
were you in Foxwood Park?

- I had no reason
to kill Kingston!

- Now, that's not strictly true,
is it?

He'd recently filed
a complaint against you.

And your coat was on a shaky peg
as it was.

- I don't care about that.
- Naz Singh thinks that you did.

She says that you tried
to confront him about it.

- And why did you lie
about your hand?

- I didn't.
- Yes, you did.

You told us you did that
arresting some scrote

who was smashing up
a bus shelter.

But Hendrix told us you did
that doing

whatever it was
you were doing elsewhere.

Now sit down!

♪♪

Now, our pathologist swears

Kingston put up a fight
before he died.

Now, did you do that while you
were smashing his head in?

- Is that what you think I am?
- No, I know what you are, love.

I've met dozens of coppers
like you.

They join up because
they like the power.

They like pushing
people around.

Bullies in uniforms.

- Out there every bloody night
I am!

Risking my life!

Dealing with all sorts
of scum!

Oh, that's the job, love!

Yeah, what thanks do I get?

Bugger all! None!

Yeah, I've got less rights
than the criminals I lock up.

You arrested me at my house,

in front of my neighbours.

You've dragged me in here,
you've kept me in a cell.

My wife watched me
being cuffed.

Cuffed!

Not that she gives a shit.

Yeah, she's probably
with him now...

Probably delighted.

Yeah, she thinks I don't know.

But I found out.

It's her boss y'know.

Name's Martyn Taylor.

Owns the restaurant
she works at.

- Found out about a month ago.
- Where's all this going, love?

- That's where I was
on Saturday morning.

I went over to see
if I could catch them out,

but they weren't there...

So I broke in, alright?

I mean, you want to see
this flat.

It...
it's huge.

Brand new Audi parked outside.

You can't compete with that,
can you?

Where was this flat?

- It's, uh, one of the posh ones
on the marina.

Oh, my good Godfathers.

- I ended up smashing
the place up.

And I cut my hand
on his juicer.

Cut his hand on a juicer.

Jac, the list of
reported incidents

the morning Kingston
was killed --

the break-in at the marina --

who owns that flat?

- Owner is a Martyn Taylor,
Ma'am.

- Ah. Well, get on to whoever's
dealing with it

and tell 'em Gary Sickert's
the one they want.

- Are you kidding?
- I wish I was, Jac.

So, Sickert is out
of the frame.

What else have we got?

- Well, there's a traffic cam
near Ria flat clocked a vehicle

leaving the estate around the
time of Lennon's hit and run.

Er, the plates were stolen.

They're still trying
to trace the driver.

- Yeah, well, tell 'em
to get a move on!

Kenny, that pull over involving
Gerry Farr --

have we got confirmation
of that?

- Naz Singh ran
Farr's registration

at 10:15 last Friday night.

But that's all we've
got, Ma'am.

Mm.

How about Farr's movements
the morning of the murder?

- Er nothing that contradicts
his claims

he was in the gym all day.

- Well, we've got confirmation
of the stop.

So let's pay him a
little visit.

♪♪

I was expecting a mansion.

- Ah, well,
he's a smooth operator.

Knows better than to
flash the cash.

♪♪

[ Music thumping within ]

Having a party.

Maybe he knew we were coming.

- Wa-hey! I am coming guys!
Hang on, hang on!

[ Music within ]

Come on, guys, whatever this
is about, can it wait?

Oh, bad timing?

- Er, yeah, it's the twins'
birthday party.

- Ah, well this won't take long,
love.

A quick chat, you'll be back
in time for cake.

[ Music continues within ]

I hear you got pulled over
the other night.

What night was this?

A week ago Friday.

- Yeah, I was pulled
over that night, yeah.

By PC Kingston.

- What, the copper
who came into the gym?

- Aye! The one who turned up
dead soon after.

- I don't know what to say?
I had no idea.

- So, what happened
during that stop?

- Usual.
He asked me my name,

me address,
where I was going to.

I told him I was going home.

He checked me licence
and he sent me on me way.

And you hadn't had a drink?

- Nope.
Stone cold sober.

So, why'd he pull you over?

I don't know, you tell me.

- Don't you think it's odd that
that same copper

who pulled you over turned up
at your gym on the day he died?

- Yeah, I suppose it was a little
odd, yeah.

- Aye.
So, here's what we're gonna do.

We'll make your twins
birthday one they won't forget.

'Cause it'll be the one
their dad was arrested.

- Give us a minute?
- Don't think so, mate.

Mm.

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- I didn't want to
say it before.

Oh, come on, the kid's dead,
I don't want to be the one

to tarnish his reputation.

- Well, that's very considerate
of you.

- So, the night Kingston
pulled me over,

I'd had a couple
over the limit.

He could've arrested me,
I had no defence.

So, why didn't he arrest ya?

- Because he made me
a proposition.

Said he knew who I was,
that he could be useful.

Give me information.

Then he said he was
gonna let me go as a...

a gesture of good faith.

He said he'd come and see me
to confirm the arrangement.

And what did you say to that?

- Like I said,
I'd had a couple over the odds,

so, I just went along with it.

- Ah, so, I suppose your gonna
tell me next

that's why he turned up
at your gym

- to discuss the matter further.
- He took me by surprise.

He came in, shooting his mouth
off about money.

- Oh, 'course, you wouldn't
entertain that?

Why would I need an informant?

Why indeed?

- [ Scoffs ]
- So, you told him to clear off?

- Yeah.
He wasn't too happy about it.

But in the end, he just
went away empty handed.

And that's the last
I ever saw of him.

I swear.

- Well, thanks very much,
Mr. Farr.

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- He expects us to believe
that Kingston offered up

- his services?
- Ah, well he knows

we can't prove him wrong.

There were only two people
privy to that conversation,

and one of 'em's dead.

- You arrested one of my coppers
without even letting me know?

- Well, I don't need
your permission, Jim!

- And where's Sickert now?
- He's probably being charged.

- What, you're charging him
for murder?

- Nope, for trashing the flat
of the fella

- who's been tupping his missus.
- What?!

- He admitted to it.
- Bloody idiot!

- Yeah. But since you're here,
love, uh,

I want to ask you
a question about Joel.

Now, is it possible the lad
could've been corrupt?

We're looking into
any association

he might have had
with Gerry Farr.

- No.
You're way off base.

Look, I know he's Phil's son,

and I know you two go way back.

- Couldn't give a damn
about Phil.

- No? So it wasn't you then,
who's been passing on

- information on this case?
- He's the reason I'm still

working at my age!
It was Phil who persuaded me

to invest my pension
in those flats.

Lost our shirts,
him included.

He's the last person
I'd do any favours for!

Look, I'm telling you,
as his superior officer,

there is no way
Joel Kingston was corrupt.

- Yeah, got it.
Cheers, mate.

Ma'am, we found the car
from the Lennon hit and run.

It's been, uh, abandoned on
some waste-ground.

- Right.
Mark's at the scene.

- I'm heading down.
- Right -- Kenny, do you know

anything about that Spanish
property deal

- McDonnagh lost money on?
- Me? No.

But hey, wouldnae be the first
a copper blew his pension.

- Well, he wasn't the only one.
There were a few of them --

including Phil Kingston.

- Ah, doesn't matter Ken.
- Ma'am...

- I mean, there's Jim still
working at his age.

Phil Kingston driving around
in his fancy motor.

- You're wondering where Phil got
all his money from?

Yeah, too right I am.

Jac, while we're out see if you
can pull up

- Phil Kingston's accounts.
- Yes ma'am.

- Okay, yeah, I'll pass that on,
yeah, boss has just got here.

♪♪

- So, who found it?
- Anonymous caller reported it

- early this morning, Ma'am.
- The owner is a Steven Dale.

He's a teacher
from Jesmond.

He says the car was stolen three
nights ago

in front of his house.
His story checked out.

- Forensics reckon
the interior's gone.

They've salvaged what they can
but it's slim pickings.

- Is there any witnesses?
- Ah, no.

Place is a ghost town.

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Hold on!

♪♪

What does that look
like to you?

Mm?

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Got a new inhaler,
have you, pet?

♪♪

Right, Kyle,
now here's where we're at.

We found the car that was used
in the hit and run

on Dean Lennon --
someone had torched it,

but our forensics team
are a persistent lot

and I'm sure
they'll find something.

No comment.

- Ah, well, that wasn't actually
a question, love.

Now, we searched your house.

Uh, your mam was there,
and she told us

you weren't
at home three nights ago --

the night that Dean Lennon
was run over.

- No comment.
- Again, not a question.

But we did find a pair
of trainers,

your mam said belong to you.

Now, those trainers
bore a trace of accelerant --

the same accelerant
used to torch the car.

So, between the car, your mam
and those trainers --

oh, and the inhaler --

I'm confident
we'll be charging you

with the attempted murder
of Dean Lennon.

Is there anything
you'd like to say?

And that was actually
a question, love.

Hey, your mam's a nice woman.

I hear she's not been well.

And there's only you
to look after her.

So who's gonna take care of her
if you go to prison?

And you will.

But for how long
depends on you.

Alright.

Have it your way.

- I was just trying
to scare him!

Lennon!

I was supposed to give him
a scare.

That's all.

But he ran out in front of me.
I -- I couldn't stop.

Why were you scaring him?

Because I was told to.

By Gerry Farr?

Farr owed Kingston a favour.

Joel Kingston?

Phil... Kingston.

Thought Lennon killed his son.

- Alright, listen up --
you're gonna love this.

It's Phil Kingston, not Joel,

who's been working
for Gerry Farr.

So when his lad dies,
naturally, he wants revenge.

So he gets Farr to do it;
keeps his hands clean.

- And Farr gets his minion
to give Lennon a good scare,

but, Kyle being Kyle,
he makes a pig's ear of it.

- So, where does Joel
fit in to this?

- Well, according to Kyle,
he doesn't.

First time he'd clapped eyes
on the lad

is when he turned up at the gym
Saturday morning.

Did you pull up
Phil Kingston's account?

- Yes, Ma'am. He looks solvent.
There's a lot out of outgoings.

- Well he's certainly
not struggling.

Is that his phone records?
Kenny, remind me when Gerry Farr

got pulled over in his motor?

- Er, 10:15
last Friday night, Ma'am.

- Well, Phil received a call
from Joel

at 10:18 that night.

- He called him during
the stop?!

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Wow, this is swanky!

What are the fees
on this place?

- Are you thinking of joining?
- Oh, pfft.

Doubt I could afford it, Phil.

And I'm surprised you can,

having sank your pension
into those Spanish flats.

Oof -- Jim McDonnagh's still
upset about that, by the way.

What do you want?

Gerry Farr.

How long you been working
for him?

Dunno what you're on about.

- Yeah, well, that's alright --

because we've got a witness
who does.

Reckons you've been in
Farr's pocket for a few years.

I think we're done here.

This will come out, Phil.

You might as well co-operate.

D'you think Gerry Farr
will stand by you?

How long before he throws you
under a bus?

He's already tried telling us
Joel was corrupt.

Oh, aye! Your best pal
dragging your son's reputation

through the mud.

Joel wasn't corrupt.

- Ah, no --
but you are.

And Joel found out about it,
didn't he?

And he called you that night

he pulled Gerry Farr over
in his motor.

Now, what was that call about?

- Did you love your son?
- 'Course I did.

Then honour the lad's memory.

Okay. Fine.

Farr was paying me now and then
for information.

But it was minor stuff --
background on a dealer,

an address,
running a plate or two.

You know, nothing major.

Ah, "nothing major"...

- We're talking about
drug dealers, addicts.

- They don't matter -- scum.
- Scum?

What, like Shane?

Now, that phone call, Phil?

- Farr wanted to prove to Joel
that he couldn't be touched,

so he made him call me.

So what did you say?

I told him to let Farr go.

- Right, see, everyone
I've spoken to

told me that Joel was a stickler
for the law.

He was hard line,
so I wonder how he felt

when he found out his dad
was corrupt.

- I tried to explain,
but he wouldn't listen.

Said, uh, I had a choice:

turn myself in and testify
against Farr,

or he'd do it himself.

- Yeah, well, that's
quite an ultimatum.

- You think I worked
all those years as a copper

just to spend
my last days in prison?

- Yeah.
So what did you do, Phil?

Told him I couldn't do it.

And then what?

- Oh, Jesus --
you think I killed my son?

- Well, maybe you did the same
as you did with Lennon --

and got Farr to do it.

I loved my boy!

I'd never hurt him.

Anyway, I didn't need to -- Joel
decided not to say anything.

That's why he went
to see Farr that morning.

Farr called me
when he left --

said Joel told him
to cut me loose

or he'd turn both of us in.

Me own son,
bargaining for me...

because I'm a bloody coward.

♪♪

I reckon Farr did kill him.

Even if the lad kept schtum,
he was still a threat to him.

- Yeah, and Farr
had the opportunity.

All he had to do
was follow him to the park.

- No, if Farr wanted him dead,
he'd a been more discreet.

Not a brick to the head!
That's not him.

- Well, maybe he got
Kyle to do it.

- Well, even he would have made
a better job of it...

No, this is messy,
it's rash.

It's emotional...

We know next to nothing
about the deceased,

except he was
an exceptional copper.

No girlfriend...

...or boyfriend.

No mates at all,
come to that.

Liked rugby.

What's the name of club
he supported?

Hartlepool Tigers, Ma'am.

He never missed a home game.

Posted photos
all over social media.

- So, when was he last at
a match?

Weekend before he died, ma'am.

So, this past weekend

would've been
an away match right?

Yep.

Where were they playing?

- Um...
Portsmouth ma'am.

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Let's go inside, Phil.

♪♪

[ Car alarm beeps ]

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Hello, Shane, love.

Oh, could you clear
something up for me?

Joel was due to work nights
all this week.

Is that right?

- Aye.
I think he preferred them.

- So how was he gonna get to
Portsmouth and back

in time to clock on?

What's she talking about?

- I'm talking about a call
Shane made to Joel

on Friday night.

That wasn't about
the rugby match,

was it, pet --
it was about your dad.

- Just a second, Vera --
- Now, that fight at the club,

when Joel got stabbed?

Wasn't Shane who started it.

It was Joel.

Completely out of character,
you said.

Well, that's hardly surprising
since he'd just found out

his dad
was working for a criminal.

So when did he tell you?
That night?

Did he tell you
he was turning your dad in?

- Don't say a word, Shane.
- It's alright, Mam.

- No. No, it's not.
You just shut your mouth shut.

- Don't say a word --
- It's all right.

Joel was a mess like.

Couldn't believe his dad
took dirty money.

He said he'd given Dad a chance
to do the right thing,

but, er, he wouldn't take it,
would you?

And you know,
that's what hurt him most.

It's not what you did, right?

It's that you were too scared
to take the punishment.

But it was Mum
I was worried about,

so I tried to talk
Joel out of turning him in.

Like, why wreck Mam's life

because of something Dad
had done?

He wouldn't listen.

Joel never saw the grey
in anything.

That was you,
you made him like that.

♪♪

So, er, that's why I called him
on the Friday night.

Find out what
he was planning to do.

- So what did you do, love?
- Nothing!

He didn't do anything!

You don't get him.

I've already lost one son,
you're not getting another!

- You can take Phil!
- Deb!

- Shut up!
You're to blame for all of this!

You and your stupid schemes!
So what?

Did you think I didn't know
what was going on?

You lost everything we had
on those poxy flats!

I knew the money was coming
from somewhere dodgy.

Wasn't from a copper's
pension, was it?!

No, Phil's the one you want.

He's to blame for all of this.

Take him!

Phil didn't do it, love.

He might as well 'ave!

- Shane, I need
to hear you say it.

♪♪

- Thought if I --
if I could just talk to Joel

comin' off his shift, and...

I-I knew he had to go through
the park to get his train,

so I went there and waited.

When he turned up he told us...

Yeah, he told us
it was done and dusted, like.

Just like that.

I mean, who did he
think he was?

Wrecking Mam's life like that?!

All because he suddenly
discovered his dad

wasn't as clean
as he made out to be!

I lost it, went for him.

He knocked us on me arse
and walked away.

So I, uh, I picked
up this rock.

And I...

I smashed him across
the head with it.

But he...
And he went down, and, um...

I still had this rage in us.

That's why I just --
I didn't stop hitting him...

[ Wailing ]

- You killed your brother?!
- You killed him first.

He thought you were a God, man!

♪♪

He changed his mind, love.

- What?
- Joel.

He changed his mind.

What are you talking about?

- Decided not to turn your dad
in, after all.

No.

But he would've said.

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Why didn't he say?

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- Are you sure she's coming?
- Well, She said she was coming.

She said she was coming?

- I wouldn't have thought
a service medal was her thing?

Shall we go for a bevvy after?

- I think she'll want one before.
[ Laughter ]

- Outstanding Service --
that's a big thing.

- She definitely coming?
- Well, she's not gonna stand up

the top brass, is she?

Well, she's done it before.

- Has she?
- Didn't go down well.

- Don't worry.
She's coming.

[ Mobile vibrates ]

Well?

Yeah.

She's not coming.

[ Kenny groans ]

- You going for a bevvy?
- Aye.

♪♪

Alright, love?

Right, Carter,
got your rucksack?

So, you're all set?

Aye. Think so.

- And you've got someone
at the other end?

Mum's going to pick us up.

Thank you for everything.

Come on, let's go.

Now, you have a good trip.

And Carter...

Look after your mam.

Hey, thanks for
picking 'em up, love.

No worries.

- So, you decided
to stick it out?

- Yeah. Figured I would.
For Joel.

Plus, somebody told me
that you grow into the job --

and eventually get better.

- Control to Romeo Six...
- I hope they're right!

Yeah, this is Romeo six,
come in, control.

- Got a disturbance in progress
on the south side of...

Yeah. I'm on my way.

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You go get 'em, pet.

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