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I was...

I was on your side, Gov.

I know.

I'm sorry.

This area has been condemned

and ordered to be cleared.

Leave your houses.

Clear the area now.

These houses are
to be demolished.

Leave the area
for your own safety.

Back off.

Away with you,
you stupid knackers!

Come here!

What are you doing?

Protecting my street.

Aye. So am I.

- I'm gonna tell your mum.
- Get lost, you knacker!

Wait. Robbie.

Come back here.

Robbie!

Robbie!

Robbie, come back!

Go!

Go!

Robbie?

Help!

Help!

Neil, I need help!

Hang on, Ash.

Hang on.

We have the right to protest!

We have the right to assemble!

You're trying to take away
our right to democracy!

- Archie.
- Bernard.

Name?

T. Dan has you lot
all paid for, doesn't he?

Tearing down our homes with a
promise he's never gonna keep.

We see what's
happening to others,

being moved on
with nowhere to go.

We're not blind.

Address?

Now, there's a problem,

as some of us don't have
an address anymore, do we?!

- Please! Please!
- Calm down.

Hey, Sarge!

Ow! You're hurting me!

No!

- Shut up!
- No!

Mum!

Mum!

Please! You have to help me!

Mum!

Mum!

Mum!

Please!

Mum!

Please help me!

Help me! Please.

Mum!

Mum!

Mum!

Mum!

He's in the day room.

The day room.

How is he?

I'm not a doctor.

Thank you very much.

He's only gone and done it.

Or has he? Game, set, match.

Look at his face.

I just can't stop winning, me.

I must have a lucky streak.

I can't believe it.

Two shilling to buy a seat.

Five-card draw.

Has everyone met?

This is Mr. Gently.

- How are you?
- Mr. Gently, this is Roy.

Car crash.

Jimmy H. from
Hexham. Fell off a roof.

Ah. Chasing a suspect.

Well, we heard he was
chasing you, didn't we?

St. Stephen here burned
himself trying to be a hero.

And Robert Mitchum
walked into a knife.

Ah! Just there.

And John Bacchus, syphilis.

Hey. Which I caught
off your mother.

He has.

- Twice.
- And you, Mr. Gently?

He's just visiting.

Deal.

You enjoy that?

Cracking bunch of
lads, them, you know.

Pretty friendly, and
they don't judge.

And they're shite at poker.

Handy.

Keeps me in tabs, you know?

What's this?

You got it?

Yeah. I got it.

You couldn't tell me to my face?

Resignation has to
be in writing, doesn't it?

- Yeah, it does.
- Well, it's in writing.

Can we go back?

No. Fresh air's good for you.

Helps you think.

What are you doing, John, eh?

Well, at the end of the
week, I'm... I'm leaving here.

And then I've got
some decisions to make.

You've been here too long.

I've got some decisions
to make about my future.

Why couldn't you
speak to me about it?

Well, what's the point?

I don't think I can be
a policeman anymore.

Don't think you can
or don't want to be?

What difference does
it make? I'm done.

I'm done. I'm done. I'm not...

What else will you do?

- There's lots of things.
- Ah.

There's lots of
things. Lots and lots.

That's great. Lovely.

There's only one thing
that you want to do.

There's only one thing that
you've ever wanted to do.

It helped me, getting back
to work after, you know...

Yeah. Well, that's...
That's great, isn't it?

- That's you. That's who you are.
- Yeah.

- Well, it might help you...
- No. No, it won't!

No! I'm... I'm not coming back.

All right?

I'm not you, George.

Do you understand
that? I'm not you.

One month.

You're obliged to give
one month's notice.

And I'll expect
you to work it out.

You ready for your medicine?

- Morning.
- All right, pet.

- You all right?
- Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

All right, pet.

Sergeant?

Sergeant?

I think he's dead.

- Morning, sir.
- Morning.

Morning, sir.

Morning.

Assistant Chief Constable
Hale would like to speak to you

- right away.
- Why?

Do you think he's
going to tell me?

Taylor, could you
tidy this lot up for me?

- Tidy desk, tidy mind.
- Hello.

Can I speak to Assistant
Chief Constable Hale, please?

Is he coming back, sir?

Sergeant Bacchus.
Nice to see you.

How are you feeling?

Yeah. Well, I'm all right.

We missed you.

Not having you here was
like having your arm cut off.

Well, maybe it's
not that extreme,

but you get the idea, like.

Yeah.

Detective Chief Inspector
Gently returning your call.

How can I help you, sir?

What are we doing?

Where are we going?

Newcastle.

Death in custody.

You know his name?

Apparently, we don't know.

Maybe it's better for
everyone if we leave it that way.

We need to get
the body out of here.

Can't afford to stay out
of business much longer.

Why was he arrested?

Apparently he was arrested
under the Ways and Means Act.

Ah. I see.

And why were you
looking for a way of means

of charging him later?

A section of the hill

was, uh, scheduled
for clearance yesterday.

It's been delayed twice because
of squatters and protesters.

Council wasn't having
any more delays.

We were asked to secure the area

so the bulldozers
could do their work.

Was he a squatter? Protester?

The station sergeant should be
able to answer your questions.

Sergeant Archie Dawson.

- Sergeant.
- I'm here to help any way I can.

Oh, thank you.
Who found the body?

Rachel? Come over, pet?

W.P.C. Coles.

Doing a rotation
with me this month.

- Hello.
- Just finished her probation.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Um, I was doing my morning
checks when I-I saw he was...

Dead.

Dead.

I informed Sergeant
Dawson immediately.

Have you got the
pink charge sheet?

Uh-huh.

No name on it, of
course, because, um...

Well, didn't have it.

No ID on him.

Wouldn't tell us who he was.

On drugs, I figure.

Mum!

Mum!

Mum!

Please!

Didn't want to hurt him.

Put him in a cell to calm down.

That didn't happen.

No. What happened
was a great tragedy.

Mum!

If there's anything
more we can do,

any other questions
you might have,

I'll, uh, fill in my report
and get it over to you.

Personal effects.

Pet, could you, uh,
bring them for us?

Sorry. Excuse me.

Mug shot? Fingerprints?

Never got a chance to
take a photo or prints.

Pathologist will do it.

Much easier to
handle now, I reckon.

Did he scream all night?

No, no, no, no. They
never do, drug addicts.

Well, shouldn't say never.

Rarely.

Here we are, sir.

Oh, thank you.

So he calmed down?

Uh-huh.

Well...

if he calmed down, how
come you didn't book him?

Why no mug shot?

He wasn't on top of my
list, to be brutally honest.

Mm.

Organized, it was.
That's what I think.

Set out to hurt somebody.

Not had any trouble
with the other clearances.

Outsider.

Didn't belong here, did he?

People from 'round
here know each other.

They don't like
outsiders meddling.

You all right?

Aye.

I think it was agitators
like him from elsewhere

just looking for trouble.

You think he was an agitator?

How would I ken to that?

But no one knows who he is.

And any one of us
could tell you the name

of every family living in
every house on Rye Hill.

Can we move the body, then?

Yeah. We're done here.

I'll walk you out, shall I?

First Dawson says
he's a drug addict,

and then he says
he's an agitator.

Can you be both?

If you organize your time well.

They've already decided
it's not worth bothering about.

They can't even be bothered
to find out who the victim is.

Is he a victim?

Well, he went into the cell
alive and he came out dead.

That makes him a victim to me.

Sounds like he brought
it on himself to me.

But you know, yeah.

We'll find a way to make it
the fault of the police, though.

We'll find a way to
find out what happened.

What kind of a job is this?

One that's got to be done, John.

Whatever we do, it's not
gonna be good enough, is it?

Oh, here we go.

They're gonna hate us.

The public, they hate
us. They resent us.

Well, that must
make it easier for you.

Easier to do what?

To justify your
decision to resign.

No, no. I'm not struggling
with my decision, Gov.

Ah. It's all
pointless, isn't it?

Much easier if you don't care.

I don't care, Gov.

I don't.

I spent six months
lying in a hospital bed.

What, just you?

No.

Six months lying
in a hospital bed,

teaching myself not to care.

And I can say it. I
can say it out loud.

I d...

I do not care!

I'm gonna find out
who this victim is

and give him his name back.

It's significantly overdue.

Here it is.

Nine shillings, threepence.

You don't happen to
have an address, do you?

Has it got a name on it?

Simon Thomas.

If you do speak with him,

can you ask him to return
the other books, please?

He has 11 unreturned books.

It's irresponsible.

The youth of today, huh?

Who's gonna pay the fine?

He will.

Sure we've got the right place?

Can I help you?

You've come about Simon?

I decided last year that...

I'd not intervene next time
he found himself in trouble.

I don't think I'm
doing him any favors.

Drugs are a terrible thing.

But he's bright.

And one can only hope

that eventually he'll figure
out how to live his life.

Um, Mrs. Thomas...

Um...

Y-Your son is... is dead.

He slipped away from me.

You hold on to them for so long,

and then you've just
got to let them go.

And you hope... that
they make good choices.

You hope that they chase dreams.

But with Simon, I let him go...

and he fell.

Fell down.

Down into nothingness.

Into meaninglessness.

He slipped through my hands,
and there was nothing I could do.

I tried everything.

I did.

He was paranoid... disorganized.

Manic energy... and
then dark moods.

Where was he when you found him?

Please tell me he wasn't
alone in some alleyway,

thrown out like rubbish.

Please tell me he
wasn't abandoned.

He died in Rye
Hill police station.

He was in your custody?

In police custody.

Aren't police meant
to keep us safe?

Isn't that what they do?

He was abandoned.

His family abandoned him,

and that's the reality
his mother can't face.

Your family is meant to
keep you safe, not the police.

Look, Gov, we've got a name.

I think that's the
best we can do.

She has a right to
expect us to protect him.

No, no, no.

If they can't take
care of their own,

why should they expect
the police to do better?

I don't think it's possible

to tell someone their
son has died and not care.

I'm not going to
abandon him, John.

Are you?

I'm not changing my mind.

- I - extracted
fragments of stone

from an area of his scalp

and residue of what I
believe to be red brick

where the skin's broken
here on his shoulder.

- May I?
- Mm.

Looks as though he was trying
to protect his head with his arms.

Ah.

During the riot?

Reasonable to presume.

Some of these other
marks are historic.

He lived rough.

Cause of death?

Well, we won't have
anything definitive

until I've completed
the full postmortem.

- John.
- But we've had the bloods back.

Analysis of the vitreous fluid

shows that there were
high levels of adrenaline...

Understandable if
he was under stress.

But he tests negative
for the presence of THC.

In fact, he tests
negative for all narcotics.

Not even cough
medicine. Nothing.

Station sergeant said he
thought he was on drugs.

You sure there's no mistake?

No. No mistake.

He was not intoxicated...
No drugs or alcohol.

It used to be a lovely place.

It was a real community.

I don't know why they're fussed.

They were getting
shiny new homes.

We were called
in for safety, really.

I mean, nobody
expected any trouble.

But, well, as the
morning wore on,

we had to bring more shifts in.

The report said people
were occupying the building

just a bit further along.

Where was that?

I'll show you.

Not much of a
community left, is there?

It wasn't a community,
sir. It was a slum.

They're intending on
putting blocks of flats up

just over there.

It was the vision
that T. Dan Smith had

when he ran the council.

It's amazing, really.

My mam used to say

that he made her proud
to come from 'round here.

He made us modern.

Twenty floors
soaring into the sky.

Imagine the views.

- All right, pet.
- Hiya.

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

There are some
people who can't imagine

they'll ever see those views.

Starting to lose our
faith in things, aren't we?

Yeah.

You can see it all around.

And, uh, this is
where the trouble was.

We never had any trouble before.

Never.

We grew up
respecting the police.

'Cause we knew that
they'd taken an oath

to serve us and protect us.

That's why I wanted to join.

I wanted to be
that sort of person,

someone that you could trust,

someone that
people looked up to.

These are our homes,
man. It's a community!

Hold on!

You haven't have the
right to take that down!

We're taking them down
because they're inciting trouble.

It's youse who
are inciting trouble,

not a sheet with
some words on it.

- Come on. Leave it.
- Kill the pigs!

Leave it.

Why do they call us pigs?

They're coming
down. The lot of them.

- You won't be doing that, lad.
- Shut up.

I'm warning you, and I
won't be warning you twice.

Step back.

Hey. Hey.

What was that about, Chris?

What were you thinking?

- He doesn't listen.
- Step back. Come on.

You don't listen, do you?

And you don't learn, lad.

Go on. Get back.

Move.

Oi! Keep away from
there! It's not safe!

Piss off!

Move on.

Rachel.

Uh, this is D.C.I. Gently
and D.S. Bacchus.

P.C. Baird.

Chris. Neil.

Detectives.

The sergeant said we
might be seeing you.

Uh, this is P.C.
Stockdale. P.C. Sidwell.

These are the detectives.

We're trying to
find witnesses...

Anyone that might have
seen what happened to Ash.

- Uh, P.C. Ashton.
- Yeah.

Any progress?

- Naught.
- No one's talking.

It's not surprising, is it, when
you're basting them like that.

We asked them politely.

Ah. Right. Before
or after you hit them?

Bastards are trying to kill us.

They need to know
we're not afraid.

Is that how you do it?

Aye, it is.

Is there anything we
can help you with, sir?

We're investigating
Simon Thomas.

You took him into custody.

You know... The
long-haired fella.

Oh, aye.

We think he's the
one that, uh, did Ash in.

Put him in hospital.

Just need a witness.

We're looking into his death.

What?

We're wasting time
and brass on that?

Why?

It's not going to make
any difference to anybody.

Maybe it's why it should
make a difference to us.

Look, don't judge them.

Remember what it was like

when you were in
uniform with your shift?

Well, you're like
brothers, aren't you?

People here tried to kill Ash.

People he... he grew up
with, he went to school with.

He knew all the families.

They'd kill me,
and they'd kill you

because of what we do,
not 'cause of who we are.

Bairdo! Come on!

You arrest Simon Thomas?

Aye, I did.

Where was he when
you arrested him?

Um, he was hiding, over
here, near where I found Ash.

Look, i-if I hadn't
arrested him,

he'd have stayed hiding there.

The bulldozers
would have come in

and knocked it
down and killed him.

Ah. Right. You
saved him, did you?

Saved his life?

I did my job.

Clear off.

Oi. Clear off.

No!

Robbie?

Robbie, where are you?

- Have you seen my wee lad?
- What's he look like?

Well, he looks like the one
that just threw a rock at you

and called you a name.

You from the council?

- Police.
- Oh. Makes a change.

Here to pick up your
bombs from the builders?

Nah. Those are
dropped off at the office.

Well, they wouldn't want
to get their shoes dirty.

It's a nice area.

They say it's on the way up.

Be too good for us
lot soon, won't it?

They'll need a better
class of person to live here

so they'll fit in.

- Yeah.
- Did you know this man?

Aye.

It's Crazy Man.

It's what the kids call him.

Why are you so
interested in him?

We're investigating his death.

He's dead, is he?

- Yeah.
- Was he an agitator?

You know... a
squatter. Protester.

We... We had
plenty of protesters

who would turn up
here during the day

and go back to their
warm homes at night.

We had students squatting here.

Aye, the council
pushed everyone out,

then just left the buildings.

But whose idea was that?

And there was them
lot with the drugs.

We sorted them.

We used to know every soul here.

The... The people that
lived here, worked here,

they were good, kind people.

We didn't need the
council to tell us what to do,

where to live, and then
they just tear it all down

and say they'll
give us a new place.

Right. Some are
going to lose out.

That's for sure.

Then they let the
squatters move in.

Like Crazy Man.

Aye. Folks didn't like him.

Why? Why didn't they like him?

Thought he might
be a kiddie fiddler.

No. No. He never
did nothing, Ronny.

Aye. Used to take care of
things like that ourselves.

These streets, they ran
straight down to the Tyne.

They're changing them!

Look what they've done.
They ripped the heart out of us!

Come on. They're
slums. Not fit to live in.

- Slums?
- What are you... 29, 30?

You weren't in the war.

When you going
away thinking it's to die,

changes how you feel
about where you're from.

You don't know
what it's like to suffer.

- Maybe we shouldn't blame you.
- Just calm down.

You boys work for the
council and their cronies now.

Not for us. Not for the people.

Used to be the police
protected everyone!

You're meant to work for us!

You're not for us
anymore, are you?

Help!

Come back!

John.

Hello?

I can't get down!

Come on. Give me your hand.

- You all right, pet?
- I'm fine.

- You all right?
- You all right, John?

- Don't.
- John, what is it?

Don't you feel anything?

Huh? Don't you feel anything?

Oh, John.

Don't you suffer? We
were both shot, man!

We both bled.

You don't feel anything? I do.

Maybe it's you
don't feel anything.

That's... That's... That's
what's wrong with you.

You don't feel anything.

Nothing affects you.

You cops?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. We don't
mean you any harm.

I didn't see
nothing... Or hear it.

Robbie?

- John.
- Don't. Just don't.

Robbie Seddon!

He's all right, love.

- What were you doing in there?
- I was looking for something.

Yeah? What were you looking for?

All right. Come on.

Do you like playing in
the old houses, Robbie?

Why aye. I like going there.

Aye.

- Where'd you get the book from?
- I didn't steal it.

Now, why would I
think you stole it?

Crazy Man give it me.

Has poems in it
by Roger McGough.

Scouser, but he
writes good poems.

Crazy Man, he used to
sit in there reading books...

Poems... talking to himself.

I thought he was a genius
or a hippie or something.

Do you like poetry, Robbie?

Oh, aye.

What's your favorite?
You got a favorite?

Lots of them, but he
liked Roger McGough.

Oh, aye. Roger McGough.

"Let me die a youngman's death."

"Not a clean and in-between
the sheets holy water death,

not a famous-last-words,
peaceful out of breath death."

Crazy Man taught me it.

He had lots of books.
He had lots of them.

Now the books are gone.

Now he's gone, too.

And I don't think
he's coming back.

Come on, son.

We know he had some
trauma to the organ.

Let me show you. Here.

A large hematoma
just above the liver.

Now, when I examined the
liver during the postmortem,

it had suffered serious injury.

I mean, I'm confident
in declaring liver failure

as cause of death.

How long would he take to die?

Can't be sure.

Not long if he didn't
get medical attention.

What caused it?

Well, it's obviously
a blunt-force trauma.

Fists. Brick. Stone.

I mean, the skin isn't broken,

so it's difficult to say
with any certainty.

Truncheon?

Someone beat him to death.

In a cell? Impossible.

Somebody would have heard.

Somebody would have heard, yeah.

Duty officer would
have reported it, sir.

Unless he was part of it.

- Here we go.
- No, no, no.

Sidwell thought Simon
Thomas assaulted Ashton.

And they beat him to death in
his cell and nobody said a word.

They covered it up.

All of them?

Was Mr. Thomas
checked hourly in his cell?

Why aye. Of course.

- And he was agitated?
- Aye.

And you thought he was on drugs?

Why are we wasting so
much time and effort on this?

I don't understand it.

It's not gonna make
any difference to anyone.

What time did you
call the police surgeon?

I didn't call him.

Well, if you thought
he was on drugs,

shouldn't you have
called the police surgeon?

I just wanted to get him
into a cell to calm down.

Aren't you meant to
make sure they're safe?

- Isn't that your responsibility?
- Son, when someone's arrested...

- Did you call me "son"?
- It's stressful.

- People can die from that.
- Don't you patronize me!

- You'll take anything else!
- Huh? It's your duty!

Don't you talk to me about duty.

Well, you're one of
us, aren't you, lad?

No.

He's one of us.

I like you when
you're a bastard.

You're quite good at it.

I had a good teacher.

Gentlemen.

We'd like to see the pocket
books of arresting officer Baird

and the rest of
his shift, please.

And I'd be grateful

if you could make them
available for interview.

Your investigation is
about the suspect's death,

not his arrest, isn't it,
Detective Chief Inspector?

Yes.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Sit down, Constable.

The day of the clearance.

Seems like a very tough day.

Yes, sir.

How long had there been tension?

Ages. It weren't new.

Most people went gladly,

but there were some
that weren't having it.

We knew about the squatters.

We'd been sent down
to clear them out before.

We didn't expect this.

We didn't have the gear for it.

Were you angry?

Of course we were angry.

I'm still angry.

Look what they did to Ash.

Help! Neil, I need help!

That could have
been any one of us.

That could have been me.

Of all the people, for
it to happen to him.

Mike actually cared for them.

He wasn't just doing his job.

He actually cared.

You like Mike?

He's a top man.

I'm proud to serve with him.

You thought that Simon
Thomas had assaulted him.

So you wanted to pay him
back for what he'd done.

Is that what you think?

You think I would give
up my entire career

to give a drug addict
a good kicking?

You don't know
anything about me.

You don't know
anything about any of us.

Well, the truth is,

if people just did
what they were told,

there wouldn't be any trouble.

Simon Thomas should have
left the building when he was told.

I mean, you're investigating us.

But the way he
was, what he did...

What did he do?

Well, you've got all of
Newcastle moving this way,

all together, all in
the same direction,

and him going that way.

He resisted. That's what he did.

Aye, but you'd told
him before, hadn't you?

You told him before
to leave the building?

Told everybody.

They can't knock it down with
people still inside, can they?

It's an expensive business,

keeping all them men
and that equipment waiting.

- So you'd seen him before?
- No.

Well, I mean, we'd
caught glimpses of him.

Heard he was in there.

We had complaints
from local people

who were frightened of him.

We looked for him,
but we never found him.

According to your notebook,

you visited that street 17
times in the last six weeks.

And that's just your shift.

Did we?

Your callouts always seemed
to happen at the end of your shift.

- It was Ash's idea.
- What was Ash's idea?

To go down the street
and look for Simon?

Look, I know what
you're trying to do,

but I don't know why
you're trying to do it.

We had nothing to
do with him dying.

I mean, you saw
what he was like.

He spent his life
trying to kill hisself.

Now, don't try
and put this on us.

Not on us.

We were just
trying to do our job.

Did you meet with
any resistance?

They were angry.

But why at us?

Do they think that
we have power?

We... We don't have any power.

We just do what
we're told to do.

They're the same as us.

Do they not see that?

Were you frightened?

Yeah.

Mike wasn't frightened.

He should have been,
but he was more... amazed.

None of us were worried
about being injured.

Who do you think
assaulted Constable Ashton?

Simon Thomas.

Why did he do it?

I can't explain it.

Makes no sense.

Why do you think that?

Well, mainly because
he was acting crazy.

Look, we... we were
asked to move people on

'cause it wasn't safe.

Maybe Mr. Thomas
didn't want to be moved.

- Well...
- How did you do it?

You know... move people on.

We spoke to them.

Spoke to them.

Did you threaten them? Hit them?

We did what we had to do.

You didn't mind a
little bit of violence.

This is Newcastle.

All of you?

Yeah. We gave back
what we were given.

No one shied away
from the rough stuff,

but if we had to...
To defend ourselves...

Do you always defend
yourself at the end of your shift?

Sorry?

Bit of sport at the
end of your shift?

You go up the hill and
knock a few heads together

seventeen times in
the last six weeks?

Was that Ash's idea?

We were meant to
keep the area safe.

Yeah.

But Ash loves to mix it with
the vagrants and the squatters.

Only a bit of fun.

And the rest of
you got a taste for it.

You didn't mind a bit of rough
stuff at the end of your shift,

and you didn't mind
a bit of rough stuff

when you got Simon Thomas
alone in his cell, did you?

I don't know what
you're on about.

You got him alone,
and you set about him

to pay him back for
what he did to your friend.

And when was it I was
doing this payback?

The night Simon Thomas died.

I was at the hospital...

praying that Ash made
it through the night.

And youse two, if you
had anything about you,

you'd know that already,

because you'd have
done the same thing.

But you wouldn't know
much about what it's like to...

To see your
colleague, your friend,

in a hospital bed hooked up
to machines keeping him alive.

You seem to care more
about that drug-addict squatter

than you do about
one of your own.

Does Ash need to die before
you're gonna care about him?

Is that what needs to happen?

You beat him to
death in his cell!

- You were all part of it!
- Go to hell!

I don't need to hear this!

Arrest me and prove it
or let me go back to work.

They work all hours. They
put themselves in danger.

And their... their friend,
their brother is in hospital,

and we treat them like this?

Without favor or affection.

That's who we are.
That's what we do.

There is no other way to be.

I can't be the things
that you want me to be!

I never could.

Take them.

John?

Taylor?

Sir?

I didn't want you.

Not many people do, sir.

But those that do are satisfied.

P.C. Ashton's notebook?

If there was history between
him and Simon Thomas,

it would be in his notebook.

I thought I had
them all. Where is it?

Surely if the constable was
taken straight to the hospital,

his notebook would be in with
his personal effects there, sir.

I'm wasted here.

John.

Sally, wait for me.

- Can I help you?
- Yes, please.

We're here to recover
Constable Ashton's notebook

from his personal belongings.

Is this what you're after?

Looks like it.

Yes. Thank you.

It affected me as
well, you know, John.

You're not the only
one. It still affects me.

Right.

But I won't let it
change me. Will you?

How much more
luck do I have, huh?

You saved my life, John.

I never told you I was grateful.

Well, I am grateful.

But if you let it
change who you are,

they might just as well have
killed you in the cathedral.

You're more like me than
you ever wanted to be, son.

Stockdale says they visited
the slums 17 times in six weeks

and that it was Ash's idea.

Ash doesn't even mention it.

There's nothing.

There were other people in
the police station that night.

Sergeant Dawson said
that the cells were all full up.

Witnesses.

But you don't think they did it?

And the witnesses
will prove that.

Uh, Frank Connor.

Breach of the peace.

He has a Jericho address.

Jericho?

What's he doing all
the way down here?

Agitating.

Um... Terry Hanson.
Breach of the peace.

He has a Rye Hill address.

Cell number?

Um, seven.

What are you doing, Constable?

We're trying to
categorize suspects...

Those that were in the cells,
those that were cautioned.

We're trying to isolate who
was in the custody suite, right?

Scientific.

Carry on, then.

Seems important.

I'll take the duty roster
for that night, Sergeant.

Of course.

Right.

Who was in the cell
next to Simon Thomas?

Mum!

What is it, Charlie?

Hello.

Have you come back
for the rest of the books?

I found them.

I found them all.

- Hiya.
- Hiya.

- What happened to you, son?
- I fell down.

I told him not to
play in the rubble.

It's dangerous.

You can give them
back to Crazy Man for us.

Crazy Man's real name
was Simon Thomas.

He's dead, Robbie.

Dead?

- Yeah.
- Robbie.

We're trying to find
out how he died.

Mr. Hanratty.

Yeah.

I wonder if you could
help us in our inquiries.

I don't respect you,
so I can't help you.

Thank you... very much.

Right. Next one.

All right, mate.

See you later.

Good luck.

Bairdo?

Can I have a word?

Not when you start weighing in,

beating people because they
disagree with the government,

why man, you're
not fit to be trusted.

Hey. Hey. Hey. Listen.

A man died, all right?

- We're trying to solve it.
- In the cells?

Yeah. Did you hear anything?

Aye.

I heard him crying.

Worst thing I've
ever heard in my life,

hearing a grown
man cry like that.

No one came to
see what was wrong.

They just left him.

No one came to help him.

Well, we're trying
to help him now.

Too late.

What's there to solve?

He's dead.

No one beat him.

No one helped him.

This is where we are.

This is what we've become.

We're the enemy.

How did this happen?

Hmm?

Maybe you're right to quit.

Right. What do we know, Gov?

We don't know where he was
beaten and we don't know why.

We know that he wasn't
beaten in the cell, right?

Listen, Gov.

And the people we've
spoken to, right...

We know they don't
trust us. We know that.

But they'd be quick to
shout, wouldn't they?

Then where was he beaten?

Why didn't the custody sergeant
realize that he was in jeopardy?

- We'll start again
tomorrow, - Yeah.

- All right?
- Yeah.

Hiya.

- You all right?
- Mm-hmm.

What is it?

Um, sergeant has
asked us to, uh...

to have a word with you.

About what?

You put Simon Thomas in a cell,

and that's the last
time you saw him?

Aye. That's correct.

I am right in thinking that you all
knew who Simon Thomas was?

Aye. By sight. Not by name.

You had history with him.

Aye. I guess.

So did Michael Ashton.

Aye.

He doesn't mention
it in his pocket book.

Does he not?

Constable Stockdale seems
to remember going down there

17 times.

Ashton doesn't
mention it at all.

Was he bent?

You what?

Why all the visits?

You don't remember?

You don't know?

Stockdale says
it was Ash's idea.

Did you shake people
down, collect money?

Sell drugs?

Ash's idea... was
to give people food.

Aye. Always at
the end of our shift.

A-A blanket when it was cold.

He seemed to think
being a police officer

was some kind of social work.

I didn't agree with him.

I think it encouraged
them to be deadbeats,

and it was against the rules.

Michael Ashton gave
food to Simon Thomas?

That's why it's so hard to
get your head 'round, isn't it?

Ash was good to him.

Um...

Where was Simon Thomas
when you arrested him?

He was, uh... sitting
beneath a run of stairs.

He was... He was quiet, like.

Seemed a bit
dazed, to be honest.

Right. Was he in
one of the houses?

Aye.

Why did you go in the house?

To try and disperse
the protesters.

There was a-a wee lad...

that I know from the street.

A wee imp.

And he falls and cuts his
face and skins his knees and...

and I help him up, try to
warn him off being there.

- I'm gonna tell your mum.
- Get lost, you knacker!

And I-I was worried about him.

Didn't want him to get
hurt, so I-I went after him.

'Cause that's the
thing, you see.

Anyone in those buildings when
they were knocking them down,

they wouldn't
survive, would they?

And as I go in...

I-I see someone who's
trying to get away.

And I think it's Robbie,
but it might not be.

So I turned 'round to leave...

and I saw him.

Called for help.

Robbie... the... the wee...

The, um...

He'd led me to him.

I didn't see Mike go in.

Nobody had.

I wouldn't have known otherwise.

He called me a knacker
and saved his life.

That's the world.

Station house.

I'll let her know.

Can I help you?

Looking for W.P.C. Coles.

She's not here.

Just gonna nip up
and have a look, shall I?

Yeah. I can't allow you.

Rules.

Aye.

Where would we be without them?

Are you obstructing me in
the execution of my duty?

- She's not here.
- Where is she?

She resigned.

I think she had the
reputation of the police in mind.

Thank you.

Well, we'd like to speak to her.

I don't believe the assistant
chief constable and I,

when we asked
you to tackle this,

envisaged this sort of...

Diligence?

Persecution.

We were looking for it
to be simple and speedy.

Now, it was a tragic death.

But it's not as
though Simon Thomas

will be a loss to humanity.

- Sergeant.
- Sir.

As it turns out, you
seem to have uncovered

an unacceptable level
of neglect on our part,

which we will duly acknowledge
and take steps to remedy.

And I want to thank you
for the work you've done

in bringing the failure of
Woman Police Constable Coles

to our attention.

W.P.C. Coles?

She failed to check the
cells hourly, as instructed.

We felt that we might let her
resign with immediate effect

and see the end of it.

She was a good girl.

It was a careless mistake.

Now, what you've done is
highlight some of the ways

we can improve our training.

Well, I think we're done here.

Got your scalp.

She's not careless.

He said that she's careless and
she didn't check on Simon Thomas

because she's careless.

She's compulsively organized.

She's on the duty roster.

Well, that doesn't make sense.

She knew that we
were investigating

what happened that evening.

She never said
that she was on duty.

What are you looking at?

Oi. Come here.

Was she lying?

Apparently.

I mean, could you tell?

Could you tell
that she was lying?

Women I know don't lie.

Oh. Well, the women
I know lie all the time.

And I couldn't tell.

She's not careless.

She's not lying.

I'm gonna get an address.

W.P.C. Coles?

- Not anymore.
- Can we just have a word?

I don't have anything
to say to you.

If you just give me a minute...

Rachel Coles, I'm arresting you

in connection with the
death of Simon Thomas.

Get in.

Would you book my
suspect, please, Sergeant?

Suspicion of being involved
in the death of Simon Thomas.

- Sir?
- Just do it, Sergeant, please.

I'd like to interview
as soon as possible.

Did you try to comfort
Simon Thomas

- after he was put in the cell?
- No.

Sergeant thought
he was dangerous.

We put him in an
isolation cell and...

Were there any indications
that he was unwell?

Besides the fact he was
kicking and screaming

and acting like a mad thing?

When did he stop screaming?

- I don't know.
- You must have a general idea.

10:00 at night?
2:00 in the morning?

You did check on
him hourly, didn't you?

Sergeant Dawson said
that's what you did...

You checked on
him hourly. Did you?

Oh, I see.

The coward's way out.

Hiding behind silence.

I thought you were
better than that.

- Did you check him?!
- No.

Why not?!

I wasn't there.

You a liar?

I have here a duty roster that
indicates that you were on duty

in the custody suite on the
night that Simon Thomas died.

Well, it's not true.

It's here in black and white.

Well, it's still not true.

Well, why does the duty
roster say that you were?

I-I don't know.

Is this another lie?

I've not lied, and
I prefer not to say.

You haven't got a
choice, Constable.

I have a choice.

A Hobson's choice.

I wasn't on duty.

And I won't hurt anybody
else the way that they hurt me.

I wanted to be a
police officer so badly.

You don't deserve
to be a police officer.

Aye.

That's what they said to us.

I had to resign or else they
would say it was my fault

that nobody checked on
that poor, terrified man.

Resign or be blamed.

That, sir, is when you
don't have a choice.

They wanted me to prove that I
deserved to be a police officer.

And like you, these
men, these lying men,

have taken my
dreams away from me.

A man died in custody.

He has no more dreams.

And if I'd have been on duty,

I would have done
my best to prevent it.

I wasn't.

And all you have is my word.

It's not enough.

Well, it should be.

I swore an oath.

It won't be.

Ask yourself what it
means to swear it, sir.

Because it obviously means
more to me than it does to you.

I gave my word to serve
without favor or affection.

Then ask them.

Ask them what the truth is.

'Cause I don't have any proof.

And all you have is my word.

You're always bloody
right, aren't you?

Who was Hobson?

- What?
- Hobson.

She said "Hobson's choice."

Who's Hobson?

Ran a stable in Cambridge.

You rode the horse
you were given.

This just come
through from personnel.

Termination,
separation, pensions.

I'll take that.

Make sure you go through it all

and then return it
as soon as you can.

This just come over
from Dr. Anderton, sir.

Why did they set her up with
dereliction of duty and neglect?

Because they know
that's what they're guilty of.

Mm. Yeah.

According to Dawson,

Simon Thomas was disoriented,
hallucinating, and violent.

Anderton says
that the liver failure

could be gradual
after the trauma,

coming on after, say,
even 6 to 12 hours, yeah?

Toxins in the blood slowly
make their way to the brain.

So, what if he became
disorientated and agitated

as the damage to
his liver took effect?

The injury needn't have
happened in the cell.

Can I help you?

I'd like to speak to
P.C. Baird, please.

I haven't seen him.

Go and have a look for him.

He's not on duty.

I'll check his room.

Bairdo?

There's a gap.

Sometimes sheets
fall down... or get lost.

What do you want?

You saw your friend
lying on the ground,

bleeding from a head
wound, and you were angry.

You and your mates ran amok,
laying into whoever you could.

So you went back in, and you
found Simon Thomas hiding.

Then you dragged him
out and you beat him.

And all your mates
piled in, didn't they?

Trying to pay him back
for Ashton. Didn't they?

You didn't hit him in a cell.

You hit him at the scene,
where nobody would know.

I didn't hit him.

And you didn't hit him
in the head or the face,

because the marks
would've shown.

Oh, no. You hit him in the back.

I didn't hit him.

Oh, come on,
son. Tell the truth.

At least have enough
self-respect to tell the truth.

I am telling the truth.

I didn't hit him.

Chris and Neil,
they didn't hit him.

None of us hit him.

- None of us hit him.
- Who else was there?

I don't know.

We're in the middle
of an interview!

We are in an interview.

Constable Ashton has died.

I'm sorry, David.

Sorry.

Detective Chief Inspector
Gently, can I speak with you?

Let's draw a line under this.

We need to finish our interview.

You don't have enough to pursue
this matter any further, do you?

You have no idea what we have.

I've spoken to the
ACC. He agrees with me.

We think your investigation
should be superseded

by an investigation into the
death of Constable Ashton.

We don't want to muddy things.

I'm sure you'll agree.

What's this?

A conclusion.

There is no evidence that Simon
Thomas ever had anything to do

- with Constable Ashton.
- Let me stop you there.

There is evidence.

We have a signed statement
from a member of the public

who saw Simon Thomas
assault Constable Ashton.

Who?

Irene Seddon.

A local woman.

You've done enough.

Go home.

They didn't really want a
robust investigation, did they?

No.

If they did, they wouldn't
have sent two detectives

recovering from serious
injuries, would they?

We haven't really
done enough, have we?

Mrs. Seddon?

We need to ask
you some questions.

He'll hurt my children.

Robbie!

Over there.

Robbie!

Robbie!

Robbie?

Robbie?

Robbie?

What'd the little
shite tell you?

What'd he talk to you about?

Poetry!

We couldn't speak
to you at our house.

If he finds out, he'll hurt Mum.

Charlie and me saw it.

They say they're
making this a better place.

Well, they're talking
about buildings, not people.

And then you come along,
with your badges and your laws.

And you wonder why we hate you.

And Ashton brings the kiddie
fiddler food and blankets.

Makes him comfortable.
That's what Ashton did.

What did Simon Thomas do to you?

They let that squatter
live here but not us.

Us lot, they move on.

Pervert was dangerous.

We wanted him away.

Put it down!

Hold on, John.

Come on.

Come on.

You all right?

Yeah.

Yeah. I'm good.

You are.

The riot gave Hanratty
a chance to get even.

He wanted to kill Ashton.

He wanted him
alone and vulnerable.

The boys didn't know
what he intended.

They had to do their
part or he'd beat them.

Charlie got to Ashton first.

Did as he was told.

They lured him into the
building, away from anyone else.

Robbie!

Robbie!

Simon tried to shield
Ashton with his body.

Can you prove Hanratty
struck Simon Thomas?

We have witnesses
and physical evidence.

And both the boys
have made statements.

Simon Thomas'
liver had ruptured.

He was dying, but
he didn't know it.

Crazy Man. Crazy Man, get up.

No!

No!

No!

The failure to check
on Simon Thomas

when he was in the cells
contributed to his death.

So our conclusion
really doesn't change.

Do your duty.

Archie Dawson, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of being involved
in the death of Simon Thomas.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention
when questioned

something which you later...

Mum!

Mum!

Thank you.

Mike was my mate, and you
found out who was responsible.

And...

That's the original.

When did I become a villain?

Rachel wasn't on duty.

Dawson had a drink with us.

He had more than
one, and he fell asleep.

And he asked us to
protect him, so we did.

We lied.

Nobody went in to check on him.

And we all lied
about it except her.

She's the only one who
deserves to wear the uniform.

Gov.

I'll take that letter back.

Lost?

You remember that oath you took?

Crazy Man.

Gave him his name, you know.

- Did you?
- Aye.

He liked it.

It weren't because
he was a nutter.

Something would happen

or he'd read a poem or
somebody would say something.

- He'd think about it...
- Yeah.

Shake his head and
say, "That's crazy, man."

Always said it...
About everything.

"That's crazy, man."

Come on.

"Let me die a youngman's death.

Not a clean and in-between
the sheets holy water death,

not a famous-last-words,
peaceful out of breath death.

Let me die a youngman's death,

not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death

not a curtains drawn
by angels borne

'what a nice way to go' death."

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