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♪ It's all right, it's okay

♪ Doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey

♪ It's all right,
I say, it's okay

♪ Listen to what I say

♪ It's all right, doing fine

♪ Doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine

♪ It's all right,
I say, it's okay

♪ We're getting
to the end of the day ♪

(CHURCH BELL RINGING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(BELL RINGING CONTINUES)

- Не забудьте про кольца.\Н-нет.

Да.

Пожалуйста, постарайтесь прийти вовремя.

- Да.\н-я постараюсь, да.

Каждое благословение.Мы с нетерпением ждем встречи с вами через пару недель, верно?

- Большое вам спасибо.
-благослови тебя Бог.

Фу. Место проведения сортируется, цветы сортируются, платье сортируется.

(GASPS)
Team Awesome is on a roll!

Сейчас только проект брачного контракта.

-Шутка адвокат, Джерри.\Н-называтй его "папа".

Мистер Стэндинг, я прекрасно справлюсь.

После свадьбы?\Через несколько недель?

-- Когда родится ребенок? -что?

-- О, веди себя прилично!- Сейчас, но как только Кейт станет респектабельной,

-мы собираемся провести тщательное пойти на это.\Н-Тьфу!

Извините, Мистер..

- Джерри.
-Мистер Джерри.

Да, ладно, увидимся позже, любовь моя.

Э-э, ты не будешь. Ты не придешь на обед. Угощаю.

Джерри: ты меня лечишь?

Черт возьми, это впервые.

Это была идея Робина.

Ну, у меня есть время только на один курс.

(Тихо) мне нужно быстро поговорить.

"Мистер Стэндинг"? Что это было?

Я едва знаю этого парня.

Он испытывает здесь свое чертово сердце. Почему ты не можешь?

Не нужно ругаться.

Я твоя дочь.
Ругань-это часть должностной инструкции.

О, папа только что говорил,как сильно он этого ждет.

-(Смеется) не так ли, папа?\Н-(ДЖЕРРИ ХРЮКАЕТ)

Спасибо.

Скажи, когда, Джерри.

Скажи, когда.

Пожалуйста, скажите, когда.

Когда, милая, когда.

Кейт сказала мне, что ты вырос где-то здесь, Джерри?

- Вот именно.

Неровные углы.

Грубый что?

Углы улиц.

Это Бермондси,а не Балтимор.

Um, Robin's doing
the conveyancing
for those new flats

down Ruskin Walk.

технически это не апартаменты

но не квартиры

вфв

Почему бы тебе не рассказать

CAITLIN: What about
almond and dill?

ROBIN: Lovely.

Actually, sweetheart,
I've got to go.

-Cheers, Gerry.
-Well, what's so important?

I told you only one course.

I'll ring you, sweetheart.

I'm just out of Brixton
after eight years

and all I get's the look?

What do you expect, a hug?

How about a firm handshake,
for an old friend?

-How'd you find me?
-Asked around.

Could've said hello earlier,
but you was, uh...

Well, I didn't want
to interrupt.

You'd have been doing
me a favour, as it happens.

Didn't that place used
to be a karzy?

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

Yeah. Lot of things have
changed around here.

Not everything, I hope.

Can I buy you a pint?

I need your help, Gerry.

Listen, how many more of
these is it gonna take

before you tell me what
this is all about?

Remember my daughter, Carol?

Yeah, yeah.

Her youngest, Jake.

Oh!

Blimey.

Oh, I'm sorry, mate,
I didn't know.

Never reckoned
on someone from my family

making university, did you?

I killed him.

Is this a confession?

I mean, I might as well
have killed him.

That was no student prank.

I'd done this job
a few years before.

Nicked stuff,
hid it in the top
of Southwark Towers.

Then I got pinched before
I could get it out again.

Then I heard they was
knocking them down.

So you sent him up there?

To his death.

But he wasn't
alone that night.

Someone followed him.

-Who?
-Wayne Pelham.

The guy I did the job with.

He knew the stuff was
in the building.
Just didn't know where.

Why haven't you said something
about all this before?

Believe me, I tried.

Screws.
Even the bloody chaplain.

Who's gonna listen
to an old lag like me?

(VOICE BREAKING) Look, this,
Gerry, is screwing me up.

It's whittling me down.

If I don't find out
the truth soon,

it'll have my bones.

Oh, don't go on.

RALPH: Jake would've done
anything for his grandad.

Now his grandad
must do this for him.

What do you want
from me, Ralph?

Take another look, will you?

Hold on, hold on.
I don't know if I can, mate.

If you don't do it for me,
do it for Sarah.

So this is what you did
with your weekend?

You went on a training course?

A qualitative
learning experience.

And an exhilarating
one at that.

-The FBI use
the same techniques.
-Oh, yeah?

What techniques?

Speed reading body language.

80% of communication is
involuntary and non-verbal.

-Ooh!
-Yeah.

Yes, well, from Gerry's
expression, any investigator
could instantly tell that

they're dealing with someone
whose mind is
closed to new ideas.

Take your eyebrows.

-What?
-Well, they're the defining
feature of your face

and already they've
betrayed you.

What are you talking about?

Well, the second I mention
the slightest thing about
your appearance, you react.

-You're threatened, insecure.
-Oh, ridiculous.

One thing I know is
that he is not insecure.

And my mind is
not closed to new ideas.

That's two things.

"Diligence,
resilience, integrity"?

Oh, a new initiative
of the Commissioner's.

-Morning, boss.
-Morning.

What a load of old bollocks!

(SIGHS) I know for a fact that
the guy who came up with it

is desperate
for honest feedback.

Well, I'll be happy to put it
in writing for him.

Oh, he'd
really appreciate that.

Actually, guv,
can I have a word?

Give us half that bacon roll
and you can have two.

We robbed the bookies in 2005.

Blagged a few grand
from the tills.

Then we found
the jewellery in the safe.

(DOOR OPENS)

Didn't know
what to do with it.

I thought it might be
a little pension fund
or something, you know?

I had a cleaning job in
the Towers, so I told Pelham

I'd hide the stuff
in there while we was
looking for a buyer.

But you were arrested
before you found one?

Next day. The old boy
who owns the bookies,

oh, he tells
the coppers all about
the money, all right.

But be fails to mention
anything about the jewellery.

Then Southwark Towers
was demolished
to make way for The Shard.

RALPH: 2008.

While I was still inside.

And Pelham wasn't.

No.

I should never have
involved Jake.

Pelham must've
followed him up there.

I don't mean to sound
unhelpful, Mr Paxton,

but it's not
a huge amount to go on.

Really?

Well, the only people who knew
the stuff was in the building

was me, Jake and Pelham.

I've been looking
for that bastard,

but he's vanished
from the face of the Earth.

No name, no address, nothing.

So, you ask yourself,
DCI Miller,

why did he do that?

(DOOR OPENS)

Gerry!

(CHUCKLES)

Nearly gave me a heart attack.

I'm sorry, Sarah.

Thought I had a stalker
out here or something.

Should've phoned the police.

Last time I did that,
I ended up going out
with one of them.

Didn't end well.

Didn't start too badly
though, did it?

Look, can I come in?

Yeah, yeah.

How's those girls of yours?

Oh! Yeah, good, good.

Well, the youngest, Caitlin,
she's just about to
tie the knot.

Oh. What's he like,
her husband? Good man?

-He's not her husband yet.
-(CHUCKLES)

-You sound just like my dad.
Remember?
-(CHUCKLES)

Yeah. He said,

(MIMICKING SERIOUS VOICE)
a police constable wasn't good
enough for his daughter.

And then I ended up
with Ralph.

Dad should've
counted his blessings.

Maybe you should, too.

Sugar?

Yeah, yeah.

Has Ralph been to see you?

You know he has.

He thinks that Wayne Pelham
had something to do

with what happened to Jake.

Oh, he's been going on
about that for years.

It's all he's got now.

What about
your other grandson?

Archie? He doesn't have
any time for Ralph.
Neither should you.

Yeah, but Ralph said
you needed this.

Is that why you've
taken it on?

Well, wouldn't
it make things better?

To know what actually
happened to Jake?

He'll still be gone, won't he?

I always thought I'd look
out of this window one day

and see something he designed.

Maybe a hotel, a school.

But there's just that.

His headstone.

ARCHIE: Fantastic. 40?
MAN: (CHUCKLES) 40?

-Oh! (SIGHS)
-How about a tenner?

-A tenner, tenner, yeah?
-MAN: Yeah.

All right. Awesome.

Fantastic.

Ah, very nice.
Thank you very much, sir.
Cheers, cheers.

Interested in the X40,
are you?

Not at that price.
It's well priced, actually.

It's 30% cheaper down
the road. With a case.

(SIGHS)
That's 'cause they're just
some big corporate, innit?

Here, you get the service.

And what does that consist of?

My expertise.

Go on, then.

Devastate me.

Well, you like
a bit of poke, right?

The 12GHz dual processor?

Well, if I was remotely
interested in poke,

I'd have gone
for the 25 Acceleron.

So, it's
the 10 megapixel camera...

-Five megapixel.
-The screen, then?

-4 inch.
-3.8 inch.

I was rounding it up.

Are you one of them
mystery shoppers?

I'm Danny Griffin,
from the Unsolved Crime
and Open Cases Squad.

They know you've escaped?

Never heard of Wayne Pelham.

-He was
your grandfather's partner.
-(SCOFFS)

Him?

That old bastard's
nothing to me, mate.

Why?

Jailbird, isn't he? A loser.

You were arrested a few times
yourself, weren't you?

-When you were younger?
-Look, I got a job now.

So have I.

(CHUCKLES)

Used to rob people.

Wallets. Phones.

In a way, a kind of training
for what you do now.

Only targeting commuters.

That's why I feel so tingly.

The aura given off
by your high principles.

I'm not proud of it. But I did
my little bit of time.

Put it all behind me.
Years ago.

People pull themselves out
of the gutter all the time.

-Did you come here to
ask about Jake or me?
-Both.

Must've been difficult, having
a younger brother like Jake.

Studying architecture,

on his way
to a successful career.

And then there's
you doing this.

I'm making something
of myself, yeah?

Two years' time,
I'll have a shop

with my name over the door.

Do you miss
your brother, Archie?

What?

When you were very young,
you were mostly separated.

Foster care. Hostels.
I imagine you didn't
come together very often.

Do you miss him?

What kind
of a question's that?

One you've already answered.

CULLEY: I wouldn't wipe
my grandmother's sorry,
wrinkly, old arse

on that essay if she was dying
from dysentery,
begging me for relief,

and it was
the only piece of paper
left on the entire planet!

-But, Mr Culley...
-I don't care
if it's a third draft!

Mr Culley?

They told me the police
were here to see me,
but, if I may say so,

that meagre description
doesn't do you
any kind of justice.

-Hello, there.
-Oh.

A silver chaperone.

(STRAINING) They keep putting
these bastard things in here.

Mr Culley, you were
Jake Paxton's tutor
at the time of his death.

You gave a statement
six years ago?

Yes, no one here was more
devastated to lose James.

Jake.

Him too.

You were asked about
Southwark Towers,

what Jake might have
been doing up there?

-(CLEARS THROAT)
Do you mind if I, um...
-(SCOFFS) Yes.

Oh. You look after yourself.
I admire that.
It impresses me.

In your statement,
you mentioned something
about "urbex"?

Urban exploration.
All the kids do it.

Breaking into abandoned
or unusual buildings.

Aldwych Tube Station's
very popular, for example.

Sort of freshers'
rite of passage.

Southwark Towers
was being demolished.

Time running out.
I daresay Jake saw it
as a trophy.

Did Jake have contact
with anyone unusual
around that time?

Well, he was a student.

They're all unusual,
if you ask me.

You were accused of taking
bribes a few years ago.

(SIGHS)

You were doing
so well with me.

I was fully acquitted.

-Embarrassing, though?
-Not at all.

I consult for the
City of London Corporation.

There was an extremely lewd
allegation

by a misinformed individual
that I'd been taking cash
from developers.

So the allegation was untrue?

Obviously.

(SIGHS)

Out of interest,

what time do you
knock off with the policing?

All right, Daniel?

Listen, put the kettle on
for us, will you?

-God, did you see
that football last night?
-Gerry.

What?

How the bloody hell
did you get in here?

Well, I am a solicitor.

Oh, yeah. Slither
under the door, did you?

ROBIN: I was hoping
we could talk.

Yeah, well, now's
not a good time.

It's just that Cait was
a little upset yesterday.

-Why? What have
you done to her?
-Me?

No! It was
after you left, actually.
Well, because you left.

Really, the way you left.

Yeah, well, like I said,
now's not a good time.

Well, when would be
a good time, then,
in your busy schedule?

Come here, you.

You want to marry my daughter,

yet you don't even
think of asking my permission?

Would you have said yes?

I don't know. I don't know
anything about you.

Who you are,
where you're from, nothing.

Basingstoke.

I rest my case.

Look, Mr Standing,

if you want to know about me,
ask me anything you like
and I'll tell you.

Where I went to school,
my mother's maiden name,

what I had for bloody
breakfast this morning.

It was grapefruit, by the way.

But you can't keep
behaving like this.

Any word on Wayne Pelham?

He's not
on the Electoral Register.

Still waiting
on the Deed Poll
for name changes.

-What's all this?
-Jake's coursework.

"Designing Out Crime"?

Where's Gerry?

Ah.

Danny, in the last six months,
I've worked out

that you do
a good "ah" and a bad "ah".

That was a bad "ah".

And how did
that relationship end?

It just petered out
with Francesca.

One of those things.

"Just one of those things"!
(SCOFFS)

I bet Francesca doesn't
see it that way.

She's fine.

Now.

-She's a practising
obstetrician.
-Oh, yeah?

And how much of that is down
to the emotional damage
caused by you?

Look, Gerry, I really do
have to go soon.

But, Robin, we're just
getting to know each other.

Now, about
these parking tickets.

What did you say?
Six in two months?

They have a very aggressive
enforcement regime

in that part of town.

-Still shows a blatant
lack of respect for the law.
-(DOOR OPENS)

Robin, DCI Miller.

Oh.

Sorry about this.

Okay, hug it out.

Eh?

You heard me. Hug it out.

(GROWLS)

Archie Paxton is
hiding something.

When I asked him about
Wayne Pelham,

it triggered
two micro-reactions

that are synonymous
with deception.

Never heard of Wayne Pelham.
(SNIFFS)

He was
your grandfather's partner.

DANNY: Nostril flare,

and the muscular tremble
in the wrist.

So he's got a slight cold,
and he plays
with himself too much.

Archie knows something about
what went on down there.

And doesn't want to share it.

GERRY: Look, this stuff
could mean anything.

All right, if we accept
that when somebody scratches
their nose,

they could be
hiding something, right?

But it still doesn't
make him a murderer.

I'm simply applying tried
and tested FBI techniques.

All right, Agent Griffin,
speed read this.

-(SNORTS)
-(PHONE RINGS)

What does that tell you?

That you need more
fibre in your diet

and that I was right
about your narrow-mindedness.

(SCOFFS)

Hugging-out time again, Gerry.

Put them back in your pocket.

They've found Wayne Pelham.

You're doing
very well for yourself.

Thames gobs
most of this shit up.

All I do's scrape off a bit
of muck and stick on
a couple of noughts.

We're in the wrong business.

Amazes me sometimes.

They shell out
three-quarters of a mil
for a half-bedroom flat,

then glue a bit of crusty
old rope on the walls.

After Jake Paxton died,
you seem to have
disappeared off the map.

Leaving the area,
changing your name.

I call myself
Sebastian Pembroke

'cause these sorts'd never
trust a bloke called Wayne.

Mr Paxton alleges
that you killed his grandson

because of jewellery hidden
in Southwark Towers.

-(CHUCKLES) What?
-The stuff that you nicked
when you did over the bookies.

All we got away with was
a few grand out of the tills.

And we both did
our time for that.

So Mr Paxton's lying?

Look,

they caught me first
after we did the job,

so I gave them Paxton's name
to get a shorter sentence.

That's why he's telling
you all this.

It's also why you were free
at the time of Jake's death.

Your maths ain't
very good, is it?

'Cause you're putting
two and two together

and making trouble where
there doesn't need to be any.

(IN POSH ACCENT)
Now, if you'll excuse me,

Mr Pembroke has
customers to attend to.

Listen, Ralph, are you sure
Archie didn't know
about the jewellery?

If he did,
it didn't come from me.

I was never close to him.

Wish I had been.

What about Archie and Jake?

Were they close?

You don't reckon...

No, Gerry. That boy has
no spite in him.

Not an ounce.

Might be doing better
for himself if there was.

No, his only problem
is he can't crawl out

from under
his grandma's skirts.

Oh, she must have got
a lovely surprise,
finding you on her doorstep.

What'd she say?

Was she pleased to see you?

Did her little eyes light up?

We found Pelham.

He's got a shop in Fulham.

-And?
-No "and".

Not yet.

And my guv'nor
doesn't like him very much.

-What did he tell her?
-I can't say.

-Gerry...
-No, no, I've said
too much already.

Who am I talking to here?

The bloke who's
doing you a favour.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yeah, we'll
keep at it for you.

No. For Jake.

All right, for both of you.

(GRUNTS)
That's all we can ask.

So, we're not
believing Pelham, huh?

-No, we're not believing
anybody right now.
-Cheers, mate.

I took the opportunity to read
through Jake's dissertation
earlier.

Which way round do I hold
this thing?

Uh, the other way.

It's all about
crime prevention

through design change
in the built environment.

Been on a learning experience
on that one, too,
have you, Danny?

Two. Why?

Yeah, but you can't stop crime
by changing buildings.

Right, what did we say,
20 quid, Steve?

Well, I'll make it 30
if you want.

Well, actually you can.
It's all about prevention
rather than punishment.

You see, you take
an abandoned, unlit area,

you know,
where drug dealers congregate,

you light it up,
you put in facilities.

This draws in the community.

And drives out the dealers.

Jake had
some very interesting thoughts

on how to make your old
stomping ground a lot safer.

So what you're
about to do is
what we call "breaking off".

Right, so, you make sure
you get a good angle
on your elbow.

That's good. And just...

Oh, that's very, uh...
Yes, that's...

Like that.
That's very good, yes.

Oh, there's a shot!

I'd almost say that's
quite, uh, promising.

Uh, Gerry.

Hello, sweetheart.

Oi. Oi.

Get you a drink?

Depends on whether you want it
tipped over your head.

Eh?

I've been trying
to ring you all day!

Yeah, well, I've had
a busy one.

So I heard.

What the bloody hell
were you playing at, Dad?

The state of Robin's
nerves when he got back.

Bad, were they?
I mean, were they bad?

He wants to be friends
with you. Is that so wrong?

(SCOFFS)

It's a historic thing.

Solicitors and coppers
are like cats and dogs.

They never get on.

Well, if you can't make
this right, Dad,

then I don't want you
at the wedding.

But I'm giving you away.

No, Dad.

You're throwing me away.

Hug?

Thank you, Steve. Who's next?

Yeah, give us that.

(SIGHS) Danny,

I'll have that hug.

(DOOR LOCKING)

(SCUFFLING)

Who's there?

Who's there?

Found you, "Sebastian".

(DIALLING)

I don't want
no trouble, Ralph!

You should've thought
about that a long time ago.

You should've
thought about that

before you killed my grandson.

Oh! Ow!

And...

Before you took
what's mine!

(GROANS)

Ow! (GROANS)

So you're saying you
don't know where he is.

I'm afraid
the Probation Service

isn't keeping Mr Paxton
under supervision.

(GROANS) Don't give us
all that bollocks.

Why are you speaking to me
like I'm one of them?

-My colleague's just upset,
Mr Fawson.
-Never have guessed.

Mr Paxton's only just been
released from Brixton.

Shouldn't there be
some kind of supervision order
in place?

The Parole Board didn't
consider him to be a risk.

Oh, so we're not the only ones
who've buggered up.

His file. I shouldn't be
too hard on yourself.

In my view, Ralph Paxton
is a particularly evasive
form of the species.

Glacial.

Unpredictable.

So you wouldn't
have released him?

If it was down to me alone,

I don't know if I'd let half
the prisoners out who get
released these days.

But we're being privatised.
We just don't have
the resources

to keep track of them all.

Listen, mate, it's important
that we find him.
He must've said something.

Well, from the sound of it,

you should have a better idea
of his whereabouts than me.

Yeah, but we've
run out of gutters.

And the backstabbing
little shyster

knows exactly where I'd look.

Can you think of anything?
Anything at all?

-Doesn't matter how small.
-Well, there's his ex-wife.

And I believe he has
another grandson.

Yeah.

Seem to recall he had a bedsit
in Rotherhithe. Yeah.

I think he might have said
something about a lock-up

down Chambers Wharf.

And, of course, there's
the hostel address
he left with the prison,

but I imagine you've
already checked that.

I told you, I'd nothing to do
with that boy's death.

Paxton just wanted to get back
at me for grassing him up.

Interesting he stopped short
of killing you, though.

-What did you tell him?
-Piss off.

I'm not helping you.

Mr Griffin.

-Mmm?
-Mmm.

Look at this.

"Potential
Periorbital Ecchymosis."

Really?

It's a symptom of
a basal skull fracture.

-You think it's a complication
from the original injury.
-Well, yeah.

Bloody NHS cuts. They haven't
even given him a CAT scan.

-And look at the state
of his BP this morning.
-Wow.

What?

I wouldn't want
to speculate, but...

Do I need a scan?

-In my opinion, immediately.
-Yeah.

Then tell somebody.

Oh, we will, but you're gonna
talk to us first.

Nurse? Nurse!

Dr Griffin, could you get
the door, please?

Be a pleasure, Dr McAndrew.

You said I needed a scan.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Nurse? Someone!

All right!

We did find
jewellery in that safe,

but I swear
I never saw it again
after Paxton hid it!

So where is it?

PELHAM: I think I'm getting
double vision here.

-Where?
-I feel faint.

-Fancy a cup of coffee, Danny?
-Earl Grey would be lovely.

There's a machine
just down the corridor here.

Oh, look at that.

I'll tell ya, I'll tell ya.
But first you gotta get me
to the CT room!

It's a black market forum
I use to shift
some of my more exotic stuff.

What kind of forum?

Very hidden. Exclusive.
Secure log-ins and all that.

One night, I recognised
one of the pieces on it.

-Did you tell Paxton this?
-Yeah.

This isn't the CT room!

They scanned you
when you were unconscious.
You're clear.

Which means, by the way,

you're well enough for a wee
day trip out of here.

What?

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(INAUDIBLE)

Sasha, a word please?

We're gonna look at
this objectively, too?

Be good to talk alone.

Yeah, yeah, I'll make
myself scarce.

You'll stay right
where you are.

Okay. You've got
a man in hospital,

another on the run.
So what are you saying?

We've totally and
utterly screwed it up?

-(SOFTLY) Keep it down.
-Why?

What are you worried about?

That someone might find out
that your ex-wife,

the mother of your children,
has taken this one
out for a walk,

wined it, dined it
and royally bollocksed it up?

(SOFTLY) You are going to need
somebody in your corner.

I've got someone.

Well done, guv.

Oh, shut up, Gerry.

Ah, glad to see you're
feeling better, Mr Pelham.

They kidnapped me!

-We did not.
-Well, we did a little bit.

How do you kidnap someone
a little bit?

Is he still wearing
his slippers?

They made me think
I was gonna die!

Conspiracy to pervert
the course of justice.
Remember?

Like I was saying,

this is the online equivalent
of the Old Bermondsey Market.

Only known to a few dealers,

and buyers
with a lot of readies.

Here we are.

I don't know
who this User 381 is,

but they sold one of
the pieces that we pinched.

A jewel sculpted
to look like a ship

with a woman
standing on the bow.

Boss, it's called
The Tempest Jewel.

Thought to have been
gifted to King Henry
by his mistress, Anne Boleyn.

16th century.

It's encrusted with gemstones

and a large diamond.

She did all right for a bit
on the side, didn't she?

She got her head cut off.

Yeah, but before then.

After Anne Boleyn's death,
it was lost

until it resurfaced
in a cache of Tudor
and Elizabethan jewellery

known as the Bermondsey Hoard.

That's what you and Paxton
stole from the bookies?

We didn't know it at the time!

Technically, it was all
the property of the Crown,

but the Victorian builders
who discovered it

sold it onto a Southwark fence
who died shortly after.

Since then, it's been
lost through history,

surrounded by myth and murder.

-There's blood in them stones.
-Yeah, Jake Paxton's blood.

We need to find this User 381.

Check the finances
of everybody
connected to the case.

See if there's any money
going into their accounts

-they don't want to explain.
-Okay.

-What about me?
-What about you?

Well...

Thanks, babe.
Can't wait to read it.

Close the door
on your way out, yeah?

Do you want to read
our essay now?

If you're gonna show me
spurious nonsense like this,

at least make it new.

This report shows
you've had a high number

of suspicious activity
alerts on your bank accounts.

One or two, down the years.

Especially the years after
Jake Paxton was murdered.

You know, I was seriously
considering asking you out.

-I think I'll learn
to love again.
-(CHUCKLES)

So where did all
this money come from?

I've been selling pieces
of my late mother's furniture.

It takes a lot of time to find
a buyer who's prepared
to pay the right price.

-Can you produce evidence?
-No.

-Is this gonna be a problem?
-We'll see ourselves out.

-SASHA ON PHONE: Danny?
-User 381's
just sold another two items

from the Bermondsey Hoard.

GERRY ON PHONE:
Do you reckon your
boyfriend's panic selling?

You've got a boyfriend?

Where's
the exchange happening?

Near Tower Bridge
in two hours.

DANNY: I'll send you
the map reference.

The buyer was instructed
to meet User 381 over there.

I've selected
this vantage point

because we can scope
both approaches.

"Scope"?
What exactly did you do in
the Diplomatic Service, Danny?

Wind speed's in our favour.

Harnessed with the element
of surprise,

we should be able
to get to them
before they can escape.

Well, you've certainly
grassy-knolled this one
all the way, haven't you?

I don't like surprises,
if that's what you mean.

What about birthdays?

I give Holly a list.

Culley's left the university.
He's walking
towards the river.

Got it.

-(GROANS)
-What's the matter?

Caitlin still hasn't answered.

Has she resigned from
her post of daughter?

(CHUCKLES) I'll text her again
and offer a pay rise.

Do you reckon
the jewellery is in that bag?

Must be.

Culley's heading
towards Tower Bridge

on the south side
of the river.

Don't use the target's name.

GERRY: What am I
supposed to call him?

The Octopus.

The Octopus?

Well, if someone overhears...

Well, they're gonna be
a lot more suspicious

if they hear about an octopus
walking down the
bleeding road.

Well, what do you suggest,
Bravo 4?

Yeah, that's better.

No, you're Bravo 4.

Why can't I be Bravo 1?

Because I'm Bravo 1.

Well, who said you get
to choose the Bravos?

Oh, can you shut up, please?

We're coming up
to Tower Bridge.

This could be our buyer.

He's about the right type.

BOY: (IN DISTANCE)
Hey, what are you doing?

Got anything?

BOY: You look
like a puff, bro!

Someone's
approaching the buyer.

Looks like you've been dumped,
guv'nor.

SASHA: What's going on, Danny?

It's Archie.
Archie's the seller!

SASHA: Well, grab him!

-There's someone else.
-SASHA: Who?

Archie! You're the one
who stitched me! My own blood!

Paxton!

-You stay there. Stay there!
-STEVE: Shit, shit!

STEVE: Paxton!

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

Shit.

Look, mate, I don't want
to hurt you.

I don't want
to hurt you either.

(SCOFFS) Like that's
gonna happen.

They your strangling mitts?

-They reduce
the risk of injury...
-I'll make it quick.

-...for you.
-(GRUNTS)

Come with me quietly

and you'll avoid considerable
pain and embarrassment.

Can you believe this guy?

Argh!

-That's right.
-(GROANS)

I'm bad.

I am not what you think I am.

Your brother died
because of this.

You answer me
one simple question.

Was it worth it?

Why don't you think
of your grandma?

Don't bring her into this.

Doesn't she deserve
to know the truth?

The truth?

All right.

Six years ago, I get
a letter from my grandad
when he's still in the nick.

Does he want
to know what I'm doing?
What my girlfriend's like?

No. He tells me about this
jewellery he's hidden.

-And this was just before
Southwark Towers came down?
-Yeah.

So he asked you
to get it for him?

That's right. The other
criminal in the family.

Thought I'd say yes,
didn't he?

But you didn't.

He should have wanted what
was best for me.

So you turned him down
and he went to Jake.

I told Jake to stay out of it

but he said he could do
something with all that stuff.

What exactly?

Something good.

That's all he said?

He was never gonna
let that old bastard
near it again,

I can tell you that.

So how come
you ended up with it?

After Jake fell,

I went to see
if it was still there.

And you took it?

Either that or some
builder would've found it.

If you're asking us
to believe this, you're gonna
have to tell us

what you've done with
all the money you made.

DANNY: (THROUGH SPEAKER)
Yes. It might make us
more inclined to trust you.

Come on, Archie. We're trying
to help your family here.

My brother fell to his death.

Nobody pushed him.

Nobody was there that night.

ARCHIE: (THROUGH SPEAKER)
But the minute my grandad
got him involved,

there was always gonna be
blood on his hands.

(MOBILE RINGS)

ARCHIE:
Want to help my family?
Why don't you find him?

Put him away.

Permanently this time.

First, tell us what you've
done with the money.

You all right?

Is he still here?

I'm sorry.

I need your help, Gerry.

I gave it to you
and you spat it in my face!

I won't go back inside.

-You belong inside!
-Gerry.

Oh, yeah, you regretted it,
didn't you?

Slumming it with me when
you could've been with him?

(CHUCKLES)

Might have been better
the other way.
A copper's wife.

Shut it, Ralph.

Lot of pain could've
been avoided.

Jake for a start.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
That's not gonna
help anything.

You betrayed that boy!

-Don't you say that.
-You said you wanted justice.

Yeah.
You can't live off justice
for the next 20 years.

Might be able
to live with yourself.

What's that taste
like, Gerry, eh?

Making your living
from other people's misery.

You tell me.

I never had a chance, did I?
Not coming from round here.

You had exactly
the same chances I did.

And you had Sarah.

And your grandsons.
You even turned them
against one another!

-No, Gerry!
-I'm sorry if you don't
want to hear this.

No, no! If you're thinking
that Archie had anything to do
with Jake's death...

No, it's impossible,
he was here that night!
He couldn't have!

Why hasn't he told us that?

Well, I don't know,
but if you'd seen
them together,

you'd know it was impossible.

Tell him, Ralph.

If you can't do anything
else for those boys, do this!

It's true, Gerry.

Archie may be
a treacherous little shit,

but he would
never have hurt Jake.

That's the last thing
he needs,

a character reference
from you.

I know.

-I spent a lot of time with
them when they was younger.
-Oh, yeah?

What did you do?
Drag them around while
you were robbing houses

and beating people up, huh?

Let them play
in your lock-up, did you,
like a second-rate Fagin?

-My what?
-Your lock-up.
Chambers Wharf.

How'd you know
about that place?

Your parole officer told us.

-Fawson?
-Yeah.

I never told him
nothing about that lock-up.

-You must have.
-When? We hardly spoke.

The bastard only stamped
my paperwork every time

they refused my parole.

My letters.

Mr Fawson, thank you
for seeing us so late.

Uh, I hope you don't mind,
this is my colleague,
Danny Griffin.

Not at all.
Always good to meet

someone who's
out there fighting the fight.

(CHUCKLES)

We wanted to tell you that
Mr Paxton's turned himself in.

You could have phoned.

We wanted to see you.

We also have
a suspect in custody

for the murder of
Mr Paxton's grandson, Jake.

DANNY: You seem relieved.

SASHA: Of course, they are
merely a suspect.

We do have
other lines of inquiry.

-But now you're tense again.
-(CHUCKLES)

What is this?

Earlier you described
prisoners as,
what was it, um...

A "species".

Why use that word?

A species suggests something
lesser, doesn't it?

Something inferior.

When I first started out,
I signed the release papers
for this kid

who'd just done
three years for assault.

Everything about his behaviour
suggested it was
safe to do so.

But two days later,

he murdered an innocent girl.

So you're saying all prisoners
are liable to re-offend?

I'm saying they're different
to the rest of us.

Your job? That's easy.

You prove their guilt,
you put them away.

I'm the one who has to decide
if they're ready
for the world again.

And you can never really know
what's going on inside
somebody's head, can you?

Whether they've
really changed.

-I don't believe so, no.
-So you need

as much insight, as much
information about their state
of mind as possible.

Of course, to make
the best decision.

Like their personal
correspondence, for example.

I'm not a prison officer.
It would be inappropriate.

Even so, after the early shock
of your career,

it would be understandable
if you wanted to take
extra care.

Perhaps you started
with the best intentions...

And then it became a habit.

And as you intruded further
and further into the privacy

of this "species",
it became part of the job.

You were reading Mr Paxton's
mail, weren't you?

And I'm guessing that mail
was written in code.

And once you'd
cracked that code,

you stumbled upon the secret
of Southwark Towers,
didn't you?

You cannot prove
a word of this.

I can get a warrant
to search your home.

Those letters are still there,

aren't they, Bryan?

You know how many prisoners
do a stretch for a robbery

only to end up
with the proceeds anyway?
They all do it.

Hide the money they stole.
Serve their time.

And you thought,
"Why not me for a change?"

But Jake Paxton
got in the way?

I wasn't gonna hurt the kid.

I was gonna cut him a deal.

But that building,
it was unstable.

They'd taken
half the floors out.

I followed him up to the 25th.

But he spotted me.

Panicked.

(SOBBING)

And he fell.

And he died.

And you ran.

(SNIFFLES)

(VOICE BREAKING)
I'm not one of them.

(WHIMPERS)

I don't...
I'm not one of them.

Archie!

What's going on, Gerry?

Archie's in the clear,
isn't he?

Can we come in?

Sarah, when we spoke
before, you were
surprisingly reticent.

But I realised
you wouldn't speak
to me for the same reason

that Archie wouldn't tell us
what he'd done with
all that money.

Grandma.

In 2008, that was
a desolate space.

A brownfield site
they used to call it.

"Brownfield"! There were
syringes in the soil,

a sea of bottles,
God knows what.

But sell a necklace
that'd only ever sit
in a museum anyway,

give the money to the local
neighbourhood group,

and look what happens.

All this life.

(KIDS SHOUTING)

All this hope.

Jake wrote about lots of
places round here, didn't he?

There was a patch of scrubland

behind the Prospect Street
retirement flats,

Jake called it a rat-run.
Always a problem
for the residents.

All the robberies
and the violence.

SARAH: So the local
garden group got a donation
to put in a pocket park.

You know what you hear
down there now?

No gunshots.

No screams.

Just little children laughing.

SARAH: Families.

Isn't that something?

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Designing Out Crime.

(CHUCKLES)
It's quite a legacy.

SARAH: You asked what we done
with all the money?

It's all around us.

Jake is all around us.

-I suppose you'll need
to arrest me now.
-No way.

I won't give you any trouble,
DCI Miller. Just arrest me.

Don't take the future away
from another
of my grandchildren.

(SIGHS)

We can't exactly rip up
a football pitch, can we?

Or destroy a pocket park.

I don't expect no favours.

We don't do favours.

Count your blessings,
Constable Standing.

Chewing gum?

Vandalism.

Sorry if it's not
proper police enough for you.

No, no, no, vandalism's
a gateway offence.
Could lead to all sorts.

Oh. Well, in that case,
you need to thank me

for stopping a crime wave
from sweeping over this city.

(CHUCKLES)

Listen, I'm
really proud of you.

Are you?

This used to be my beat.

Yeah, I was a new PC.

And I saw a couple of kids
drop a bag of chips,
just over there.

Yeah, you yelled at them
and they ran
so you went after them.

Yeah, but they jumped
in the bleedin' river!

And you jumped in after them.

Well, I was so hungry
for a collar, I forgot
I couldn't swim.

Luckily, they could.

Yeah, and one of them
even gave you CPR

and after you came round,
you said...

BOTH: "You're nicked!"

(BOTH LAUGH)

Throw that butt
on the ground and it's
a Fixed Penalty Notice of £75.

It's a bit steep, innit?

We can reduce it to 30
if you pay within 10 days.

You promised me
you'd give up anyway.

Yeah, well, I'm...
I'm working on it.

I want you there, Dad.

For the wedding,
the grandkids, all of it.

Why don't we see
if Robin's free for lunch?