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I know. I know, I know.

And er... And let's face it,

this operation has produced
some classic Crime Division moments.

Primarily this bell-end right here,
who managed to get himself

in front of a speeding bullet.

But also, the officer who risked
her own life to save him... Mm.

..who we've just heard has
received an official police award

for outstanding bravery
in the line of duty.

Round of applause, people.

Oh, yes. Oh, yes.

Now, I'm sure the top brass
will be sending over the real thing

in a day or two,
but in the meantime...

..the boffins at Crime Division

have come up with
a little something of their own.

Ooh.
No expense spared.

If you'd like to join me
on the stage, young lady?

Ladies and gentleman,
I give you the one, the only...

..DS Nancy Devlin!

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Speech. Speech.

Thanks for calling me back.

I was just erm...
I was just wondering

what time to pick up my mum
Teresa Devlin?

Mm.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, wait.

When I spoke to her psychiatrist,
he said she'd be coming home today.

Well, when then?

All right?

Kevin, do you fancy
coming back to mine tonight?

Sorry?

Why not?

Because you've
never wanted to before

and you know I would have
any time since I've known you.

They're not letting my mum home.

I don't wanna be on my own tonight.

Jesus, Nancy.

If it's company you want,
that's fine.

You don't have to
sleep with me, really.

I... I know.

I do know, I'm sorry. Sorry.

I probably wouldn't have been up
to much anyway.

Mm. Mm, mm. Ah. Ah.

Sorry. No, it's OK.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. Sorry.

Oh, it's all right...

Oh! Ah.

It's me. Sorry,
I'm gonna have to get this.

Hi.

OK. Erm...

Yeah, yeah, I'll be there.

I have to go. What, now?

What, has something happened?
Is it your mum?

Nancy? I'm really sorry.
What? Nancy.

Go on, Badger!

It's over there.

He's getting old.
Hayley won't recognise him.

You know she's coming
back from Spain - Hayley?

Her and Emil are getting a divorce.

It's a shame. I liked him,
he was a good son-in-law.

Cracking midfielder.
Thick as a brick, mind.

All his brains are in his...
Why am I here, Frank?

I need a favour.

No, this isn't how it works.

If your name comes up
in an investigation,

I make it go away, but that's all.

I've got trouble.

It's near Newhaven.

It's bad, Nancy. It's really bad.

Jesus. What have you
got yourself into?

You know what?

Let's forget it. I shouldn't
have asked you to come. Frank.

Seriously...

I have no right
to ask anything of you.

I'm not like you, Nancy,
you make the world a better place.

Not all of us can say that. I can't.

I dunno...

my world was better
for having you in it.

Your world, darling?

It would have been hard
not to improve on it.

The home life you had...
I mean you...

Frank!

Oh, my God!

What...? Look at me, look at me!

Run.

No, I... I'm not... Run!

Erm...and ibuprofen.

Taken it before? Yeah.

Frank? Fra... Frank? AUTOMATED
You have one new message.

No, please.

East Sussex Homicide
have been in touch.

They've got an ID on a body.

When they ran
the name through the database,

it came up as flagged to us.

Frank Le Saux. Businessman.
Ran a haulage company in Brighton.

He crossed the radar a few times
for cocaine trafficking,

but we've never managed
to get anything viable on him.

Where was he found?
20 miles outside Brighton...

in woodland off the M23.

Four shots. Forensics reckon there
was a gap between the first two

and the ones that killed him.

They've let him
bleed out for ten minutes

and then put
a bullet through each eye.

The East Sussex Police can't
rule out an organised-crime angle.

They want someone to give advice.

DS Devlin, I'm sending you.

Sir, are you sure
I'm the right person for this?

It's just... I was at school
with Le Saux's daughter.

Their DCI thinks
the local connection

could play to your advantage.

Your father still lives
in Brighton, doesn't he? Yeah.

Enjoy the trip home.

Kevin, I need a word.

Here you go.

Is that the one
that makes you nauseous?

It's the one that's
making me better.

So, where is it they're sending you?

Brighton. Home.

I wish I didn't have to go.

You're not to worry about me.

I've got every reason to get well.

I've got you.

You have one saved message.

No, please.

We dunno what he was doing there.

We've got no witnesses and no leads.

And it rained all night,
so apart from ballistics,

the crime scene's given us zilch.

So, all we've really got
is the man himself - Frank Le Saux.

He met his wife Cherie
while she was still a dancer.

Has one daughter - Hayley -

been living in Spain
for the past eight years.

She's in the process of divorcing
La Liga footballer Emil Svrcek.

There's also a son - Tate.

He's got a developmental disorder
and learning difficulties.

He's in a home for supported living.

And then, over here,
rumour, rumour, rumour...

the Frank Le Saux who was on
the radar for cocaine trafficking.

Which is why
the National Crime Division

has sent us DS Nancy Devlin.

Welcome.

The point is, all of these Frank
Le Sauxs are being buried tomorrow.

The father, the husband,
the haulier,

the possible drugs trafficker,

and his killer could come from any
one of the worlds Frank inhabited.

Gunner, I want you and DS Devlin
to lead a surveillance team.

We need everything that you
can bring back from that funeral.

I wanna carry...

You and me both, love.

You and me both.

Boss says you used
to be school friends.

Yeah, when we were kids.

What happened?

Er...different worlds.

We grew apart.

Don't you talk
to me about respect.

If you had any,
you wouldn't be here.

I'm not here to cause...

I just came to support... Get out.

Hi, erm...could I get
a PNC check, please?

Registration number "Lima Tango
Five Three Foxtrot Sierra November".

Soon as.

Yeah, thanks.

Hello.

Your dad's just down here.

He'd been having himself
a bit of a good time.

Not so good for
the diabetes, of course.

This way.

Been to
any good funerals lately?

Who told you I was down?

Still got my contacts in the force.

But I'm glad I'm out of it,
the job's gone to shite. Yeah.

Transparency. Accountability.

Whereas in your day, police ethics
were a shining example to us all.

How's your mum?

All the better for leaving you.

That cured her, did it, hm?

No more psychiatrists.

No more emergency sections.
All right.

Nancy.

They won't let me home.

They have to stabilise
your blood sugar.

That's what happens when
you go on a bender. Not that, look.

Two broken wrists.

They reckon
I'll need residential care.

Either that, or...

..somebody with me.

Ah. You'll be needing stuff for
tonight, I'll drop it at reception.

Don't you dare make me ask!

Don't you dare! Try it.

See who it hurts the most.

Tate, we'll always miss Dad.

Everyone says it'll get easier.

OK, Tate? No.

Right, do you want a hug
before I go? No.

Mum says she's coming tomorrow, OK?

Don't worry,
we're keeping a very close eye.

Thanks.

Mrs Svrcek, there is one thing.
I know in the wake of a sudden loss,

affairs can sometimes get tangled.
I'm sure it's no more than that.

Tate's fees, they haven't been paid.

Can I get the SOCO crew
around here, please?

Hello?

I saw you at the funeral.

You didn't say hello.

I shouldn't be seen with you, Hayley.

I shouldn't even be talking to you.

Why are you, then?

I've missed you.

Well, maybe you shouldn't
have connived with my dad

and had me sent to some boot camp
in fucking Suffolk.

He was looking for any excuse
to get me away from Shay

and you gave him one.

What did you expect me to do?

Stand by and watch you
trash yourself?
I didn't expect you to abandon me.

I didn't expect you
to never contact me.

What are you talking about?

Look, the stuff I was doing,
I don't blame you going to my dad,

but you never even called
to ask if I was OK.

No, I called, I wrote.

I even hitched to fucking Suffolk,
they wouldn't let me see you.

They said it wouldn't be
good for your recovery.

I was about the only person you knew
not trying to sell you shit.

They didn't tell me.

My mum thought it was you that
was leading me astray, you know...

not Shay.

She's always had
a soft spot for bad boys.

What do you mean, "bad boys"?

Has she said anything
to you about your dad?

Like what?

Are you interviewing me?

No! I'm just wondering...
Yes, you are.

Jesus, if you want to interview me
then just say so,

but don't come here
and pretend to be my friend.

Don't pretend to care.

Hayley! Just leave me alone.

Sorry to cut into your evenings
but there's been a development.

A fifth bullet has been found
200 yards from the body.

It's a match for the others,

but the blood on it
is not Le Saux's.

There was someone with him.

So, our second victim
was standing next to Le Saux.

Maybe another target,
or just some unlucky dog-walker.

But, as they haven't come forward,

I'm thinking they're
either scared or involved.

Either way, they're a witness.

Have they got
anything more off the bullet?

Just that they would
have needed medical attention.

No reported gunshot wounds.

OK, let's widen the net.

Gunner, Nancy, take the pharmacies.

Gayle, Sharad, out-of-hours doctors.

The rest of you,
we still need that funeral crunched.

One of the guests
may be nursing an injury.

Split them?
No, there's not that many.

We may as well stick together.

Erm...do you know what?
I'm starving.

Do you wanna take this one
while I get us something to eat?

It's all right, I'll get it.
I owe you for the coffees anyway.

Is it me or is it
a National Crime Division thing...

..you preferring
to work alone? What?

It's just if I was sensitive,

I might think you've been trying
to get rid of me.

What are you, 12?

Oh, we were
the duty chemist that night, yes,

but it was my grandson Pervaiz.

He only wakes me if someone
asks for the er...pharmacist.

Well, when he gets back,
could you ask him to give me a ring?

It's all right, he's only upstairs.

Pervaiz!

Yes?

Er...a week ago,
you were duty chemist.

We think someone may have been
trying to manage a bullet wound.

Did you sell anything
that would fit with that?

Erm...sorry. Nighttime it's
usually just Calpol and tampons.

What about CCTV?

The CCTV doesn't work so well.

Then ask me to do it, or Pervaiz.

He won't be in trouble
for that, will he?

No, no, of course not.
Thanks for your time.

Erm...if someone had been hurt, shot,

and they didn't wanna risk
hospital, what would they do?

Well, if they're not
losing too much blood,

keep the wound clean,
keep it covered,

and maybe pick up
some antibiotics online. OK.

Nancy. Mm-hm?

That car you asked me
to PNC check at the funeral?

It's registered
to a woman called Delia Bradley.

She's a customs officer,
works out of Newhaven.

NCD intelligence says
Le Saux may have used

a ferry port in Newhaven.

There was a customs officer
at the funeral.

She works out of Newhaven.
I think she's worth looking at.

You've never mentioned Le Saux's
connection to Newhaven before.

It was never proven, just rumour.

It sounds like a fishing trip
to gather intel for the NCD to me.

Oh, come on,
you hear the word "customs",

your organised-crime radar
starts beeping. Er...

Whether Le Saux was bent or straight,

no-one working in a port
should be that cosy with a haulier.

What made you look at her
at the funeral?

There was something
between her and Mrs Le Saux,

I couldn't tell what.

Friction.

OK, go to Newhaven. Both of you.

Sean?

Whatever it is with her,
get over it.

Jason.

How well did
you know Frank Le Saux?

Enough to be sorry he were dead.

You have dealings with someone,
over time, you get friendly.

Isn't it unusual
for a customs officer

to be close
to a man in his line of business?

I don't know about close.

I went to his funeral,
not his wedding.

But your job is to make sure
things aren't brought

into the country that shouldn't be.
He ran a haulage business and...

Some people might see that
as a conflict of interests.

People like Frank Le Saux, do you
know what we tip them off about?

Whether we think one of
their drivers is on the take,

or on the make.

Cos if the drivers are up to no
good, it's the haulier that pays.

Conflict of interest?
Not the way I see it.

Erm...did you ever hear
any rumours about Frank Le Saux,

illegal activities?

No.

Did he have any enemies?
Not that I ever heard.

Do you know of any reason
anyone might want to kill him?

In case anything comes to mind.
Thanks for your time.

Go on. Go on.

Yeah! Jason, Jason.

Jason.

Jason. Oh, shit.

I forgot my phone.

I'll just be a minute, yeah?

I have got about a minute-and-a-half
before my partner gets suspicious

and comes back in here,
so listen, and don't argue.

The younger one
is Frank's son, isn't he? What?

Spitting image. I don't know
what you're talking about.

Yeah, you do. How old is he? 10, 11?

I don't mind answering
questions about the funeral.

Was it still going on,
you and Frank? His wife know?

I am not wasting my time
with this bullshit! Is that
why she was angry at the funeral?

OK.

This is my number.

If you decide you
want to talk, call me.

Delia? Hm?

I'm sorry for your loss.

Well, tell her
she can't have patatas bravas

and just put some pasta on.

Mum, I've gotta go.
Thanks very much, Andy.

All right, see you.

Mrs Svrcek.

Mum said you handle
the financial side of the business.

Yes, that's right.

Well, the fees for Tate's
care home haven't been paid,

and I don't know
which account they come out of.

Surely your mother has the...

Mum doesn't even know
where he kept the car insurance.

Oh, God, I thought
it was just the business

that had been affected.
Clearly, I was wrong.

The police have frozen
your father's assets.

What?

Why?

Believe me, I've asked.

So...

what I've been doing
is trying to find pockets of money

to keep things ticking over.

But I'm not sure how much
I've managed to fence off.

Whoo!

Whoo!

You froze his assets?

You cannot be here.
You bastards froze the accounts.

What are you talking about?
Tate's fees haven't been paid.

Do you remember what it was like

before we found him
somewhere that got him?

When it was just Mum
looking after him?

Hayley, they might be
looking at his accounts,

but that is a long way
from freezing them.

That stuff takes time, a court order.
It can't happen this fast.

I swear, whoever's told you
that has made a mistake.

Do you have
anything to drink?

We had the best laugh, didn't we?
Before Suffolk, I mean.

Yeah.

Before Suffolk.

Whoo.

Hm.

I know you're not
supposed to be seen with me,

I won't do that again.
Oh, no, it was nice.

Most of the other women
in the hotel are inflatable, so...

..you know.

Do you know there
was a picture of you

up in the locker room
in police college... Oh, no.

..from Nuts.

They do that to make
the female recruits feel at home.

What did you think?

You got rid of the tattoo.

Yeah, laser.
Have you still got yours?

Police salary?
Where am I going to afford to laser?

Anyway, I like it.

I wish I'd known that
you tried to stay in contact.

Yeah, me, too.

Hays...

..murder investigations,
they're brutal...

for everyone.

Whatever happens, you just
have to hold on to what matters.

He loved you.

I should probably get this.

Hello? It's Delia Bradley.

I need to talk to you.

I think someone's watching me.

Meet me on Telscombe Cliffs?
I'll be there in 15 minutes.

Stop! Stop!

No, please! No!

No!

Will Dr Tomlin
come to reception, please?

Dr Tomlin to reception.

She's out of surgery
but she's still in a coma.

I was hoping she might
turn out to be our missing witness.

She isn't.

Multiple fractures
and a severe head injury,

but no bullet wound.

So...tell me again.

You go back in to ask
if Le Saux is her son's father.

She then calls you, asks to meet,

you think she might have
information about the murder

and you call in none
of this because...?

It was just speculation about
the son. I was taking a punt.

You know, Nancy, for somebody
who strikes me as smart,

you make some bloody poor decisions.

I'm gonna be watching you.

You can play for a bit.

Come on, boy, you know me.

What was he doing here?

Theo? Just some stuff
about the business.

How were the school visits?
They're on a list.

Is there a problem?
With the business, I mean.

No, it's nothing like that.

I think he just thinks
we should be kept informed.

Someone who could have been
vital to this investigation

has just been brutally attacked.

We need to get
our fucking acts together!

Who followed up the Le Saux truck
Nancy saw on the coast road?

Forensics are still analysing
the paint traces recovered from...

So get back onto them. We haven't
got time to bloody sit around

waiting for them to get back to us.

Delia Bradley's family
have confirmed

that her younger son Jason
is Frank Le Saux's.

So where does that take us?

Well, we've got to be
looking at the wife for both.

But she'd have needed help,
where did she get it?

Organised crime.
Let's look at her again.

Associates, bank accounts,
phone records.

There is another possibility,
isn't there?

What if Delia was targeted
because the killer thinks

she's the missing witness?
But she doesn't have a bullet wound.

The killer doesn't
know that, does he?

So, where does that take us?

We find the real witness before the
killer realises they got it wrong.

We've got the media appeal
coming up, we can use that.

Until then, no-one outside
of this investigation

can even know
there is a missing witness.

Delia Bradley's medical report
is on my desk.

Brutal doesn't cover it.

A truck on the coast road
last night?

Well, we're one of
the biggest carriers in Sussex,

so you'd be hard pushed

to find a road without one
of our vehicles on it.

We need the whereabouts
of all trucks and drivers
at the time of the attack.

Checking the GPS tracking systems
for every vehicle in the fleet?

That's quite a job. Hm.

Right, everyone, stop what
you're doing and gather round.

He was playing for time.
Maybe he needs it.

Boss dead, business to run.
Enough to make anyone nervous.

Yeah, sure, give me two minutes,
I'll see you outside. O'Dowd?

What are you doing here?
Good to see you, too.

Er...hello. Er...DS Kevin O'Dowd.

National Crime Division.

Sorry, Kevin,
this is DS Martin, Gunner.

Homicide. Me, too.

For the moment, anyway.

They've decided
an assault on a customs officer

ups the possibility
of organised crime,

it warrants having
two of us down here.

We should maybe have a chat
about how that's gonna work.

I'll be in the car.

A call would have been nice.

To say you'd got here,
that you're all right.

Just to say hello.

Sorry.

They're obviously
working you too hard,

cos you look like shit.
Oh, thanks.

You look better without the cast.
More mobile, that's for sure.

Nancy, it's fine, it really is.

Just, next time...

..don't start things
you don't know how to finish.

Where've you been?

The haulage yard have sent over
a list of all the drivers.

I forwarded it to you.

Oh, and Pervaiz someone-or-other
called from one of the pharmacies.

He said he'd found some CCTV,
can you get in touch?

Yeah,
so I found the footage,

but I've already given it
to the courier. What courier?

The one from Sussex Police.
We don't use couriers.

The officer that phoned said he
couldn't pick it up himself, so...

I told him you
couldn't really see nothing,

but you lot probably got
facial recognition software...

Sorry. This other officer,
did he give a name?

Er...DS something?

Don't you lot talk to each other?

Busy?

The police want an enormous
amount of information.

I suppose we should be grateful
that they're being so thorough.

You told me Dad's accounts
were frozen. They still are.

But you didn't tell Mum. She doesn't
seem to think there's a problem.

Yeah, well, your mother
is easily worried,

I didn't want to trouble her.

What would the police say
if I told them what you told me,

about the accounts being frozen?

It really wouldn't be wise,
Mrs Svrcek, to go to the police.

Are you threatening me? Advising.

Believe me, the less anyone knows
about your father's business,

the better for all of us.

And nothing like a gunshot wound
admitted last week?

Staff know to report
anything they see, yeah?

Gayle, has any new evidence
been signed in in the last few hours?

Like what?
Digital recording?

Nah. Nah, nothing like that.

No. Nothing at all, in fact,
not today.

Julie. Hm?

That message from the pharmacy,
how long was it on my computer?

An hour, maybe two?

I did look for you
but no-one knew where you were.

I need to talk to
someone. I want to make a statement.

Who do I ask for? Hang on.

I... I... I don't understand.
What's happened?

I think I know who did it,
I think I know who killed Dad.

I'm coming in, all right?
No. No. No, no, no. Don't come in.

Erm...I will meet you.
Same place as before, yeah?

But I thought you
couldn't be seen with me?

I will explain
when I see you. Just...

please, do not come in.

Hayley? Hayley?

Nance, Theo Kettler -
he's my dad's money man.

You have to look into him.

He lied to me, he said the assets
were frozen. I'm not imagining...

I think someone on the team
is helping the killer. What?

There was evidence, CCTV footage,
it shows a witness...

..and it's gone. Nancy?

Nance! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

All right, Nancy.
Look at me, look at me.

Nance! Nancy, look at me.

Nancy, you're scaring me now,
look at me.

Nancy, look. Nancy. Nancy.

Nance. Nancy?

Nancy.