All language subtitles for Trial and Retribution s11e09e10 Tracks

You took your bloody time, didn't you?

I put one in the back and I put the
other one in the back. Keep in drive.

Don't accelerate too much.

Morning, Marlon. Morning.

Yeah, Bud, watch your phone.

What is this thing?

Creepy. Morning. Hi, James.

Limbs look broken.

Fine, too, if the angle's anything to go
by.

Won't know much more till we get her
back to the lab.

The water will have compromised a lot of
the physical evidence, but it's worth

sifting through the guns.

Did you find anything?

No, but the rain wants most of the
topsoil away, so don't be holding your

breath.

This is all we've got.

Tire track.

Looks like three vehicles.

Where do they go?

Don't know. They seem to run out.

I reckon that's the only bit of land
flat enough to hold the tracks after the

rain. Oh, two days ago?

Yeah. Oh, they have a hell of a head
start.

You bet.

That stinks.

But I reckon it's been disused for ten
years as a kid's hangout.

Lively dogging scene at night.

What's up?

Someone walk over your grave.

I don't think this is going to end up
very well, Mike.

Ported missing on Monday, last seen on
Sunday night.

It's a good fit.

Female, 19, mixed race.

Are you Becky? I'm just going... Oh, I'm
so sorry.

Don't be. I told their dad not to get in
there.

Boys and their toys, eh?

She's dead then.

They don't send detectives around with
good news, do they?

No, I'm just following a lead.

Okay. Are you reporting her missing on
Monday?

Yeah, I thought she just stayed with
friends because of the rain.

But then when I got home from work, I
still hadn't heard from her.

So when's your last year?

I've really got to go, Bec.

Oh, come on, baby, barely.

Just another drink.

I've got to get to bed. I've got a big
day tomorrow.

What's up with you? Giving up tomorrow
for Lent?

No, I've given up tiny tubbies like you
for Lent.

These guys are losers, Bec. So you're
coming?

Lighten up a bit. It's just a bit of
fun.

Really?

All right. Have a good time, love.

We ran up the archway. I dropped the
kids off with Justin's dad.

We went out there.

She said it.

It was a waste of time that these nights
away they ended up the same.

That's probably right.

So what, she just didn't come home
Sunday night?

Oh, you didn't come home Sunday night.

With my night out, I don't get many of
those.

I thought she was at work.

Then they called and said she hadn't
shown.

I tried calling her, but it just kept
going to message.

Look, are you going to give me a cause
of death?

Today?

Just look at this.

Some sort of indentation.

Could be a necklace.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Did Maria have a... necklace with her
initial on it.

Oh, God.

Yeah.

Mike, she also had a butterfly tattoo on
her left ankle.

Tattoo? Lower left ankle.

And I'm sorry, I know this isn't a good
time, but I'm going to have to ask you

for an address.

Where did Maria live?

You're sitting on it.

She was always apologising for being
under my feet, but the kids loved her.

I liked having her around.

That's it, that's all there is.

It wasn't an accident.

Somebody killed her, didn't they?

How did she die?

We don't know that yet.

I shouldn't have let her take the bus on
her own.

Jesus, and for what?

Did she have a job?

She had, like, four jobs.

She was saving up to go half -brother in
St Lucia. She wanted to go and live

there and set up her own business.

Any boyfriends I should talk to?

A lot of blokes wanted to get with her,
but she could be difficult. She had a

mouth on her, you know.

Blokes don't like that.

Not much to show for a life.

Not much of a life.

That's her on the right, yeah?

Marie leaves the Archway Castle.

She gets on the number 392 bus heading
south.

She should have changed at King's Cross
for the N64. I'd go straight to Pekin.

Yeah, but she doesn't get home. She ends
up out east expecting chalk bits.

Are we still waiting on the CCTV from
inside the 392?

That was one of those rhetorical
questions, wasn't it?

Okay.

Multiple fractures to all major bones.

Some are crushed.

Extensive disfigurement.

Did she drown?

No. No water in her lung.

Now, the marking is consistent with the
tractor treads, but those injuries were

caused post -mortem. She was dead before
she ended up in the water.

Here, at a right temple, a depressed
fracture of the temporal bone, causing

artery to rupture, resulting in a bleed
around the brain.

Somebody hit her.

What with?

Some sort of blunt instrument.

Metal post, concrete slab, bottle.

Take your pick.

No, you missed her. That's Gant Hill.

Hmm?

Hmm. There.

Sam, that's 1236.

What is she doing getting up there?

I don't know. It's late. She's had a
couple of drinks.

Falls asleep.

Wakes up in the sticks. Freaks out.
Rushes downstairs.

If I woke up in barking, I'd freak out.

Play it again for me.

Now, pass the sleep.

I don't run.

See? She just panics.

Show that to me again, please.

Look, they just nicked her bag.

Oh.

She's out in the middle of nowhere.
She's got no money, no bag, no phone

probably.

I'll get back on the bus.

Hello?

Hello? Dad?

Dad!

Can you hear me?

Yeah. Richard.

Yeah, I can hear you.

Where the hell are you?

Look, Richard, have you talked to your
mum about this?

It's not about mum.

Did you get the letter from the
evaluation board?

They've agreed to release me into your
care.

They want an answer.

I want an answer.

Look, it's not that easy, son.

Look, I really need to discuss this with
your doctors.

Can we not talk about this on Saturday?

Look, Rich, I really have to go. I'm
sorry.

I'll call you.

What are you thinking, Roisin? Still
trying to read the tea leaves?

Gotta admit, it's strange, Mike.

Yeah, three different vehicles. We're
just on a whim.

No, that's the thing. They think they're
all here at the same time. They are

continuous tracks, crossing and re
-crossing. Now, we think a hatchback, an

industrial vehicle... Like that one.

So, uh, did you find it, then?

I only reported it yesterday.

Then you got a team of detectives
working on it in shifts.

Ed. My phone.

I was like, you're looking for your
phone?

Well, yeah, it got chucked away.

Good job on all.

Bloody thing was giving me a headache.

When did this happen?

I'm on a job, yeah? Oi!

Don't let me interrupt your social life.

I'm going to wait back in the car.
Listen, just shut up, all right? Did you

say to him?

You're not hitting him, are you?

God, I... Hang on a minute. Give me a
minute.

Now, perhaps I've got you undivided
attention, right?

Roisin, we've traced the call -out. It
was made by a Ray Harper of Somerville

House, Belling Lane, Ilford.

Forensics are already over, though.

Oh, well, Mr Harper's obviously not
short of a bobber, too.

Wow, looks like the Harpers have had the
Cub Scouts round.

Those cars are gleaming.

You got in a spot of trouble on Sunday
night, didn't you?

You mean our little retreat from
Dunkirk?

Brains, he had decided he was going off
-roading in his Astra and a 410 Gale.

You know, for a kid who's just got a
place at Oxford to study geography, he

ain't got much sense of direction.

Bickton Short Pits.

Do you know, I haven't been there since
I was a kid.

Younger than him.

He got stuck, I went down there to get
him out.

Got bogged down myself. It was a bloody
fiasco. It was muddy everywhere.

All over the car, all over the house.

Balloting cost a fortune.

Then it's coming out your pocket money.

So you got lost, son, did you?

And all that rain, that was a hell of a
storm.

You were down there on your own, weren't
you?

Someone told me it was a good shortcut
home.

The A13 was flooded.

What time was that?

I don't know, about 11?

Possibly a bit later.

Go on, a Sunday.

A bit late for a school night.

Oh, no, he wasn't gallivanting.

He mentors this kid down on the
Blackwall Estate.

Mentors, you know, they do this
community scheme at his school. It's a

system, they call it.

And he's a boy.

It looks good on the university
application.

I left Darren's late. He has trouble
with maths.

Don't arrest.

Well, it's not exactly Hogwarts down on
the platform.

Kids are right off.

And you get me the address, sir?

Yeah, anything you need.

Do you recognise this girl?

What's her name?

Maria Cole.

Do you recognise her, Andy?

She's about your age.

The one on the right?

She doesn't look familiar.

Does she say she knows me?

Oh, no, she doesn't say very much at
all, Andy. She's dead.

She's dead?

Murdered.

You know, the rescue vehicle didn't get
down there until three o 'clock.

You must have been on your own down
there for a couple of hours.

Maybe you did see her, Andy. Have a
look.

I didn't see her.

I heard some cars on the road, and I
tried to flag them down, but they were

tearing round.

I thought they might be joyride.

I was a bit scared myself, to be honest.

Pride dad.

Well -mannered boy.

Very nice set -up. Yeah, weird, isn't
it?

Oh, yeah.

Me?

Listen, the police have just been round.

It's about Maria.

They say she's dead.

Raymond Harper, one previous November
2001.

Curb crawling, Birmingham.

The girl was 17.

Birmingham? The statement says he was up
there on business. He's got some sort

of roofing company.

Big projects, schools, offices, that
sort of thing.

Thoughts are up himself.

He's made a bit.

A nice Mr Harper, pillar of the
community and frequenter of teenage

Does the wife know?

No, she passed away March 98.

Oh, and thinks it's vicious.

Breast cancer.

I think even you would have difficulty
making that one, Sue.

So what under the circumstances
soliciting is an acceptable form of

that it? Guy bringing up two kids on his
own. Must get lonely.

Harper's cars are spotless.

Nothing linking them to the dead girl.
Same story with the clothes and with the

shoes. Well, Darren Lewis has a record.

Yeah, pretty minor stuff, shoplifting,
but he progressed from there. Nothing

violent, though.

He does confirm Andy Harper's statement
that Andy left Darren's flat at around

11 .30pm.

Could he be involved? Could he be one of
our hoodies?

No, he said he was home all night.

And we believe him?

As does the tagging company.

Mariah Cole's switchcard. It's just been
used at a petrol station in Barking.

You're Maria Cole, are you?

Maria? Yeah.

Well, your mum liked the sound of music,
I'll say, didn't she?

I've had enough.

They think we're stupid.

This golf has taken place. Kids bringing
up kids. The drugs.

The wasteland. Planet of the Bloody
Apes.

And do you remember any of these kids'
names?

They all look the same to me.

And it's worse after dark. They get off
the night bus and we're the only ones

open. The company insists, but they
don't have to work here.

The abuse we get.

I put in the extra cameras. One of
them's not working. I should get around

fixing it, but I don't know why I
bother, because you lot never come round

check them.

Oh, we're here now.

I'd like to see the tapes from Sunday
night.

She was here.

She wanted money.

Her bag had been stolen.

Really? Maybe she told me that. They'll
say anything.

She's taking something. What did you
give her?

Forty pence for the phone.

Maybe she called a friend. Not unless
her friend's number's 999.

You give her 40p for a phone that
doesn't work.

It's very generous of you. I don't know.
We had a delivery. I wanted her to go.

Look, these aren't children. They're
mini -terrorists. I don't believe

anymore.

Who is she?

She was Maria Cole.

I haven't got any money to get home. I
told you, my bag's been stolen.

Caller, I'm afraid all you people are
responding to high -priority cases.

Police, not ABC, Kat. I've got to get
home.

I've got no phone, no cash, no... If you
want to wait there, we'll try and get a

car to you as soon as we can.

Well, when's that going to be?

Are you going to leave me here all
night?

What do I have to do to be a priority?

Caller, can you help, please?

No, look, please, don't... Oh, gee, has
she cut her off?

Yeah, it was probably accidental.

Or she couldn't be arsed. Did the
operator call her back?

No.

She's certainly high priority now.

Now, we get any footage of her leaving
the petrol station, one of them must

given her a lift. It's still three miles
to that bloody job bed.

Oh, my.

That looks like Andy Harper's car.

What a coincidence.

The number plate's a match.

He's got it up for me.

Yeah, there's someone in there.

Harper said he was alone.

Said he left Darren's flat at 11 .30pm.

Yes, but Andy Harper's a wee liar.

Who the hell's that? The Holy Ghost?

No, that's Darren Lewis.

On any given day, 15 ,000 people are
walking around this country wearing a

Tagging costs 80 % less than a prison
bed.

So, fell without walls.

Prisoned in your own home.

Oh, not a feeling.

So, if any of your offenders have
scorned during their curfew, it will

on the screen, won't it? An alarm will
be raised here, and we call them

immediately.

I heard the kid slipped the tag off in
the bath.

I'll stick it on the dog.

I can assure you, Detective, this is a
highly sophisticated device, virtually

tamper -proof.

So there's no way our boy could have
slipped out Sunday night without your

knowledge.

Janice, Darren Lewis, 1735 -2.

Why wasn't this reported?

What, you've no idea where Darren Lewis
was on Sunday night, do you? It's stuff

like communism. It's great in theory,
but... The technology is fine.

It's these kids.

They know it'll take a while for the
tech teams to get to them, so they're

constantly interfering with the
equipment. Oh, yeah, well, you know

offenders these days. You just can't
trust them, can you?

Looking for Darren Lewis, please.

He's in bed.

He's always in bed.

At least before you lot clamped him, you
went out.

Sorry, boss. Some kids were trying to
play frisbee with the hubcaps.

Are you Sandra?

Yeah. OK, I'm afraid I'm going to have
to ask you to stay while I talk to your

brother. Oh, that's all I need today.

Darren. I won't be a minute.

I think, Nicky, Andy gave it me.

It's his old one.

Lovely Andy.

Mr Walker.

Andy.

It's nice to see you again.

So Andy Harper dropped you off here at
11 .30pm, is that correct?

No, if not.

I suppose he didn't want to get me into
trouble.

I called in the fort myself.

I didn't want him to think I was messing
with it.

What, so you just took a spin down the
chalk pit?

Did I not explain all this when you came
to the house?

No, no, I just want to clarify some
timings for Sunday night.

Now, you told us you left Darren Lewis's
place alone at 11 .30pm.

That isn't entirely true.

I didn't want to get him into trouble.

What sort of trouble might you have got
him into?

The boy's tagged.

It wouldn't exactly have looked good for
me, either.

I just thought it would do him some good
getting him out of there.

He likes my car.

I mean, it's only an Astra, but... I
suppose...

I felt a bit guilty.

I've got everything and he's had this
shitty life.

You think we hurt that girl, don't you?

What girl, Darren?

You know, the girl they found.

But lovely Andy did it.

But it wouldn't melt in his mouth.

Shut up!

I just stopped to buy a can of Coke and
some crisps.

Is that when you offered her a lift?

You think we met the dead girl at the
petrol station?

You were both there at the same time.

I'm terribly sorry, but I don't remember
seeing her there.

She was there.

At the petrol station.

We didn't see her.

He was dropping me home. Cut through the
pits.

Got stuck in the mud.

Andy gave me money for the bus, but I
just ran home. It was less than a mile.

Didn't want to be there when his dad got
there.

Who's that?

He met Andy's dad.

We got stuck in the pit.

We tried to push the car out, but...
Well, Darren started to freak out.

He didn't want to get caught.

They'd lock him up again, and he didn't
want to go back to that... It's an awful

place.

Andy, you've lied to us before.

You said you were alone in the car.

Now, you can understand why I might find
it difficult to believe you now.

Yeah. Well, I'm sorry.

I'm not a dishonest person.

I just didn't think.

Maybe you're just protecting Darren.

We can all understand that.

It's not my fault the tag weren't
working.

They sent a van round early to fix it,
threatening to take me back to court.

I can't help it if their stupid box
don't work.

If that's all you've got to worry about,
Darren, you're going to be all right.

Thanks.

What did you do to her?

I showed her my badge.

So you're going to take him in, then?

No, that's not going to be necessary. I
will need the clothes that you wore

Sunday night, though.

I put them in the wash. They were rank.

She'd have killed me if I'd have trod
mud in here.

That chalk stuff got everywhere.

Yeah, it's true. It would have killed
him.

OK, well, I'm going to need them just
the same, and your shoes.

They're me best ones.

Do you have children, Mr Walker?

Yeah, I've got a daughter who's grown up
now.

And I have a son about your age.

Oh, really?

What school do you go to?

He's not at school.

God, I think I can hear your pals out
there.

Why don't you run along, Andy? Thanks.

Thank you.

I've just spoken to Andy Harper's
girlfriend.

Tell me you didn't ask her about her sex
life, Satch. Oh, Oscar, I couldn't shut

her up. She'd been dumped. She wanted to
talk about it.

Felt like Jeremy Carl.

Yeah.

You see, they didn't fancy me anymore. I
wasn't sexy like the other girls. Flat

like a boy.

Not that flat, Dave.

Yeah, well, it seems our Andy locks a
few more curves.

Lauren said his dad took him to the
Stardust Club for his birthday.

He was bragging to all his mates about
it.

Fully nude, tit -tastic, apparently.

What else did Lauren say?

Oh, she asked if all men were into that
kind of thing. I said that sort of

behaviour is anachronistic, sexist
nonsense.

Where are you going, Satch?

Stardust.

It's on my way home, isn't it? Your
dedication is touching.

Well, there's no I in team, is there?

Can I help her?

I know, right?

Is he regular, is he?

I wouldn't say that.

Comes in from time to time, you know,
entertains his clients.

There you go, Sam.

Well, he had a little birthday party
before Christmas for his kid.

The boy was 18? The kid was 17.

Start remembering.

They were all a bit hanged up.

They wanted the boy to have a big night,
yeah?

Our pigs.

Everyone was buying the boy dances.

It was his birthday.

I picked out one of the younger girls
for him. Is she here now? Can I speak to

her? No, she left after Christmas.

Probably retired and what race stuck in
her knickers that night.

Have you got a phone number and address?

Might have one somewhere.

I see them come and go all the time.

The young ones, they just want to make
quick cash.

They're not really cut out for it.

The long haul, that takes a particular
kind of girl.

That wasn't Maria.

So, who?

So you're saying Maria Cole danced for
Andrew Harper at his birthday?

Yeah, what's wrong with that?

Maria Cole's dead.

We have Andrew Harper that seemed to
cry.

No.

He's a metallic.

Oh. I'll just take your word for it,
shall I?

How many dances?

I don't know.

You said they were buying them all
night.

Well, maybe more. I don't know. Right,

so what else did Ray buy Andy for his
birthday?

What,

so they had sex?

It was a private dance.

I didn't have my eye through the
keyhole.

You alright, love? Yeah, there's

no trouble. No, sweetheart.

No trouble at all.

I'm sorry to disturb you, sir.

Your phone is known. Are you kidding?
You just saved me from a fucking

You have a heart attack, Danny, is that
so?

All right, all right.

This is my daughter, Justine.

Take her off for a smoothie, will you?

I heard you went down my boys' school.

I wish you hadn't done that.

You know we had nothing to do with that
girl.

That girl worked at a club called the
Stardust.

Do you know it?

You know I know him.

Do you know the girls there?

I know lots of strippers and lots of
cops.

And you're telling me that you didn't
recognize Maria Cole?

Yeah, maybe. I didn't recognize her with
her clothes on or her hair.

She's a poor kid.

Are you trying to ask something?

No, sir.

I'm here to arrest you.

Well...

You think I killed her?

No, I think you're lying to me. I think
you're hiding something.

Why would I do that? Well, I think you'd
do an awful lot to protect your son.

You don't fucking mind, I would.

I'd do a lot more than anything you'd
even think.

But it never happened.

She went there, not with my son, and not
with me.

And you can prove that, can you? I don't
think I need to.

Oh, yes, you do, sir.

Darn it, honey.

Listen, the police have been round.

It's about Maria.

That girl wasn't there.

And how would you know?

Because I was.

I saw the whole thing.

Oh, Justine, shut up, will you?

She's always making things up.

I heard my dad on the phone.

Then he said he had to go. I just
thought he was going to meet her.

Her?

Well, who's her?

This isn't the only way to keep fit, is
it, Dad?

He's got a girlfriend.

I hear him speaking on the phone all the
time, and of course Andy's met her, but

I've never been introduced to you, so I
wanted to meet her.

I got in the car for him, and I hid in
the back.

Why? You hid in the car?

I just wanted to meet his girlfriend.

It isn't the first time.

You can't tell me anything like you
don't.

But he didn't go there. I mean, he went
to get Andy.

I thought there was a slide around the
mud like idiots.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I don't need a statement from your
daughter, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know anything
about this.

But now you know.

You can let us be, right?

No, I don't think so.

Why? Because an hour ago, we arrested
your son on suspicion of the murder of

Maria Cole.

Turn your phone on, Mr. Hopper.

Call your boy a lawyer.

Andy, what's going on, mate? What's
happening?

I can't tell him. They're just going to
let us go, all right? It's all bollocks.

Oh, come on, Andrew. You took her in the
back room, just the two of you.

We have a statement from the manager.

Look at her.

It was dark.

I wasn't exactly looking at her face, if
you know what I mean.

She wasn't called Maria anyway. She told
me her name was Sarah or Sally or

something. I don't know. This shit was
months ago.

Hey, don't get upset, Andy.

Sorry, I'm just a police officer. I'm
not sure your dad would approve.

He'd approve, all right.

Do you remember every drunken grope
you've had in the last four months?

You flirting with me, Andy?

Do you know what I believe? I believe
you had sex with Maria at the club. I

believe you wanted another go.

But you didn't want to pay for it.

And there she is at the petrol station.

I bet you couldn't believe your luck.

That's a fair trade. She wants a lift.

You want to pick up where you left off?

You've got great imagination.

You like a drink, don't you, Andy?

Were you drinking on Sunday?

I was driving.

Oh, please.

Spare me the head boy routine. We've got
the pill receipt from the petrol

station. You bought two cans of Coke,
two packets of crisps and a bottle of

Carnoff vodka.

I just had a couple of swigs. I don't
even like vodka.

There you are. You're lying again.
You're lying about Darren Oath in your

You're lying about the drink. And you
were lying about Maria Cole.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe she was there at the club.

I don't know.

But I never saw her on Sunday night.

Maria.

Yeah, you know her, don't you, son?

No. Just look at the picture.

I told you, I don't know her. She was at
the petrol station, ten yards from you.

How long are you going to keep us here
for?

I've got things to do.

Your brother's only 15 years old, Miss
Lewis. You have to be here. I'm his half

-sister. I'm not his bloody social
worker.

Take a look, Darren.

Look at her.

Look at her. That was on her birthday.
She was 19.

Andy likes to impress you, doesn't he?

Give you his cast -off computers.

Take you out after coffee, buy you some
vodka.

Well, Andy can get whatever he wants,
can't he?

We've got Darren Lewis next door.

What do you think he's saying, Andy?

We know about Andy and Maria.

We know Andy's dad paid her to have sex
with him on his birthday.

She wasn't so keen with her daddy's
money, was she? What did she do? Did she

laugh in your face?

Or you wouldn't have liked that, would
you?

I don't think that's you, Darren.

I don't think you're the type that would
lash out.

No, I think you're more the type that
would help someone who's in trouble,

aren't you?

You know, personally, I don't buy it.

You've got too much to lose, Andy. And I
respect the fact that you're trying to

protect the kid.

Hey, I know Andy's done a lot for you,
but he could be using you.

Kids like him always end up all right.

His rich daddy's just bought him an
expensive lawyer and you end up with

aid. No disrespect, Mr. Carr.

We know what Darren's like.

He's got a record.

We know that he's got a huge amount of
violence in care. You know, this stuff,

it comes to the surface.

It's tragic, Andy.

Don't let him take you down, too.

I'm sorry, why are you laughing?

You're so full of shit.

I wish we had seen her at the petrol
station.

And she'd still be alive.

I wouldn't go out that way.

Father's out there. Says he won't leave
without his boy.

Oh, tell him to make up a bed.

You got anything?

No.

I don't think they planned it, but I
think it happened.

What? You want me to go to CPS with
that?

Well, get me an extension. They'll
crack.

No, Roisin, we've been at them for
hours. They're tight. Same lines, same

Read the bloody transcript.

It's like they're finishing each other's
sentences.

Now, a couple of kids are giving us a
bloody runaround.

We've got so much on the mic.

Roisin, you don't even have a murder
weapon. Give me something I can touch.

me an extension.

No. You have till 9am tomorrow morning,
then the boys walk.

Somebody hit her.

What with?

Some sort of blunt instrument.

This is the vodka bottle Andy Harper
bought at the garage.

We are looking for a murder weapon.

If that's in there, I want you to find
it.

Funker never really was my drink.

So that's a no, then?

Look, Richard, it's complicated, OK?

It's not easy.

I have to talk to your doctors.

Are you sure you wouldn't rather stay
with your mum?

Like I was before.

I've told you what I want to do, Dad.

You can say no if you want, just don't
dick me around.

Reg.

Magda.

My place isn't big enough.

It's not really meant for... Richard, I

was never much of a dad to you before,
was I?

I don't need this!

Richard, are you okay?

I don't need you!

You were never there when I did. You're
too late now!

Sleep, Milo!

You want me to feel sorry for you, do
you?

No, I just look at other kids your age.

I just want you to be happy, son.

You just want me to be normal.

Tell me, Dad.

When they ask you where your son is,
what do you say?

I bet you don't tell them, do you?

I thought you were going to turn that
thing off.

I just want a straight answer from you.
What's it to be?

We'll talk about it. We are talking
about it. Yes or no.

Walker.

It's Darren Lewis's prints.

Maria Cole's DNA.

What are you waiting for?

What's that mean?

Andrew James Harper and Darren Arthur
Lewis.

You were both charged on the night of
17th February of Beckton Chalk Pitch.

You did murder Maria Cole, contrary to
common law.

Wait. It's just been a mistake. Where's
my dad?

You'll be able to see him later.

I'm going to take you back through to
the cell now. Please just listen to me.

It's all a mistake.

He'll be alright.

Someone clear that mess up and get me a
glass of water.

What don't we tell her, mate?

No, no, don't.

Don't. Please.

Please, promise me.

It's all right.

We're good.

You can trust me.

You fucking pervert.

I mean, all those years after your
mother went and I was working all hours.

I don't always remember what I was
doing.

It was for you.

It's all for you.

Do you see, Bella?

Your posh little friend's going to shout
at you.

What do I do again?

You, I, you do nothing at all.

Not planning any surprises for me, are
you, Mr. Charles? Too old for ambushes,

Peter. They play havoc with my knees.

I reckon they're not going to put the
boys in the stand.

Why risk it?

They don't mind Jarvis and his keep.

That's just as money can buy.

Can you blame him?

It's his son.

He's only trying to protect him.

What about the girl he killed? Who's
protecting her?

Sit up straight.

Don't slouch.

Look the jury in the eye.

And if the judge addresses you directly,
you respond, my lady. And remember,

don't talk to him. Don't even look at
him. You act thick as thieves. That's

exactly what they'll take you for.

Are we clear?

You're right, Andy.

What's the matter?

The defence may try to tell you that
this is all just coincidence.

A coincidence that the boys' tracks
crossed with those of Maria Cole on at

three occasions.

A coincidence that Maria Cole danced
especially for one of the boys at the

Stardust Club.

A coincidence that they met her at a
petrol station on the night of her

A coincidence that their tyre tracks
were found at the scene of the murder.

And finally, and fatally, a coincidence
that matching fingerprints were found on

a bottle.

The bottle that the Crown will show is
consistent with the injuries that killed

Maria Cole.

Their tracks crossed again and again and
again and again.

And it's all just coincidence?

That's what the defence may tell you.

But the facts... can lead you to only
one conclusion.

That Andrew Harper and Darren Lewis
murdered Maria Cole.

So, Dr. Patterson, as chief pathologist
in this case, are you saying that this

was no accident?

I'd consider that most unlikely.

The post -mortem revealed...

A six centimetre linear laceration on
the victim's right temple.

Caused most probably by a firm blow with
a blunt object.

Could this have been a vodka bottle?

It's possible.

Could she have been hit by a car?

No, no.

I'd expect to see other associated
injuries.

Could she have fallen and banged her
head?

Well, not unless somebody assisted her.

She was hit with enough force to cause
fragmentation of the temporal bone.

Gravity alone didn't do that.

Dr. King, what you're saying in essence
is that this bottle could have been used

to strike the victim long after it was
discarded by my client.

No, Mr. King, that's what you're saying.

I'm saying Mr Lewis's prints and the
victim's DNA are on the glove. But is it

not also possible that if my client
discarded the bottle, someone else could

have picked it up and used it to strike
the dead girl without leaving their

fingerprints?

I cannot rule it out.

No, you cannot. Thank you. Just to
clarify, Dr King, the prints that you're

referring to here belong only to Darren
Lewis, not...

Andrew Harper?

That is correct. But, of course, we only
found a small part of the bottle. We

were unable to locate... Thank you, Dr.
King.

So, Mr. Barrett, how long did you drive
around the Becton chalk pits with the

half -naked body of a young woman
wrapped around your wheel?

I never knew that I had.

You know, they came to my yard in their
spacesuits.

Picking bits of dead body and stuff,
they said, out of my tyres.

Might have been out of sleep for weeks.

Wild horses couldn't drag me back into
that cab again. Yes, Mr Barrett, I'm

aware of your claim for compensation.
So, after the other two vehicles had

departed, how long would you say you
were on your own at the murder scene?

Are you trying to say I did it?

I'm merely pointing out that other
people had the opportunity.

Not me.

Where's my sciatica?

No, no, no, Mr Barrett. I would look
embarrassed if I was you.

Because that boy, the one in the fancy
suit, he looked terrified

that night.

Yeah.

Guilty of sin.

Well, that's the worst bit nearly ever.

We'll get our turn next.

Hey, maybe, maybe you ought to wear your
school uniform tomorrow.

How'd it go, Dad?

Just get on with your own work.

Why do you talk to her like that?

Ignore him.

Did Andrew Harper report his car stolen
that night?

No, sir.

He admitted being at the scene?

Yes. And he called his father to come to
the scene?

Yes. Surely these actions cannot be
considered as consistent with a person

just murdered someone.

I don't know, sir. I've never murdered
anyone.

Order!

Sorry, lady.

Your client may wish to remember the
very serious position he's in, Mr Keane.

won't happen again.

Miss Cartwright?

My lady, I have no further questions.

My lady, I can confirm I do not intend
to call my client, Darren Lewis.

Mr Keane has explained to you, young
man, that the jury may draw adverse

inference from your decision not to give
evidence.

In other words, they might think you've
got something to hide.

Now, wait.

Do you wish to give evidence?

My lady, may I spend some time with my
client? I've changed my mind. Sit down.

Sit down, Darren. I can do that, can't
I?

Yes, Darren, you can.

Why don't we rise now, Mr King?

All right.

What are you saying? What are you going
to tell them?

It's all right, Henry. I know what I'm
doing. I need to talk to him.

What are you going to tell them?

He looks short. I just want to know what
Darren's going to say on that stand

tomorrow. Yeah.

What's your bloody job to find out?

Okay, get back to me.

Um, son.

You know, I never asked you what
happened that night.

I trust you.

But if there's something you want to
tell your old man... No, whatever

whatever's going to happen, I'm your
dad.

I still love him.

Do you really mean that?

Of course.

You're my son. Nothing can change that.

Really?

Nothing.

Did something happen with that girl?

I understand.

I mean, you fancied her, didn't you? No.
It wasn't like that. Just listen, will

you?

She came on to you, said you screwed
her, and she started acting up, you

the way they did, wanted money and all
that, and the whole thing kicked off.

Dad, me and Darren... I'm not interested
in that little shit.

You're the one with the future.

I haven't taken that away from us.

Not some lippy child, not some pond
life, or Asbo kid from the Blackwell

Dad, please listen to me. Andy,

just once in your life, you listen to
me.

Darren Lewis is going inside sometime or
other, so it might as well be for this.

Amen.

So be it.

I've been tagging here. Is that Andrew
Harper?

No, it's Ray Harper.

Andrew's monitor hasn't registered any
movement for over an hour.

Oh, look.

He's upstairs.

He's having a kip. Can we talk to him?

You want to talk to him? What, now?

Yes, please.

Oh, for God's sake.

He's upstairs. He's been there all
evening.

Are you sure it's not your head?

want to know what I'm going to say,
don't you?

Well, you're going to have to wait, just
like everyone else. That's not why

we're here. The court is not sitting
today.

You won't get me to shut up.

I'm not hiding anything anymore.

I'm going to end this.

Andrew Harper was found dead last night.

Did you hear me, Darren?

Say it again.

I'm sorry. He hanged himself.

Do you understand?

What happens now?

That's obvious, isn't it?

Darren Lewis is going to pin it all on
his mate.

Harper's hardly in a position to protest
his innocence.

Maybe he wasn't innocent.

My dad always said it was a coward's way
out.

What's a coward's way out, Dave?

The boy killed himself last night.

In his cell?

Andy Harper killed himself.

I guess he thought Darren Lewis was
going to testify against him today.

Oh, poor guy.

He was guilty, Mike. They probably both
are.

I wasn't talking about him.

I meant his dad.

Well, I'm going to touch his dad on
this. I think it's a gutless thing to

Well, let's not ask you to write the
condolence card, Roisin.

How have you been?

You're angry with me.

I've read about your case.

Ah.

Papers love all that stuff.

Dead stripper.

Private school.

So some teenager hangs himself, and I
get a surprise visit from my dad.

His dad was a better father than I've
ever been.

He lived his whole life for that boy.

And look how well that turned out.

I'm not checking up on you, Richard.

Maybe I am.

Maybe I am.

We never really talked about it.

It was three years ago.

I know.

And you're feeling bad about it now.

It's all about you, isn't it, Dad?

I don't want your pity.

I don't want your guilt.

This is the point at which you ask me
what I do want.

Why do you even have kids?

It's what people do, son.

They get a job, they get married, they
have kids.

Yeah, I can do my job, I can walk away
from my marriage.

But you... You'd be happy for me to stay
here, wouldn't you?

At least I know you would be safe.

So there'd be a whole new trial?

Well, we could certainly make an
application for a retrial, but given the

situation, the jury might interpret
Andrew's suicide as the act of a guilty

So I could tell him he did it?

If that's what happened, Darren.

So I could tell them Andy knew Maria
Cole.

She was at the petrol station.

She recognised him.

Asked Andy for money.

But he offered her a lift.

I was pissed off. I needed to get home.

I was worried about the curfew.

What happened then?

Andy picked her up.

He took her down the pit. He wanted to
screw her.

But she wanted money.

She laughed at him.

He tried to screw her, but she wouldn't.

So he hit her with a bottle.

You liar.

Mr. Harper!

Mr.

Harper! What was that? Sit down, or I
shall have you removed from the court.

Don't you see what he's doing?

He killed that girl. He's lying. Lying.

Of course I'm lying.

Mr. Keene.

Please remind your client. You want to
know the truth?

Darren. I tried it your way, now shut
up.

We said we didn't see Maria in a petrol
station because we didn't.

Andy didn't go down the pit to have sex
with Maria.

He went down the pit to have sex with
me.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

What?

What, you really didn't know your son
was gay? Have you done enough? Mr.

this is your last warning.

You haven't a clue about your son.

You never did.

Get this.

He hated you.

Do you hear me?

He hated you.

The way you pushed him around.

All that Jack the Lab bollocks.

Dirty jokes.

Titty club on his 17th.

He told me that was the worst night of
his life.

It was humiliating. Darren, perhaps... I
told you to shut up! Darren Lewis.

You thought he screwed that girl in that
room, didn't you?

But he didn't.

You paid that girl £500 and he didn't
even touch her.

He told her he couldn't have sex with
her because he was in love with someone

else.

And he couldn't wait to get back to me.

We had a good laugh about you.

You and your sleazy sex laugh.

Darren Lewis.

This trial can continue without you.

Let us be very clear.

Are you now saying that you and Andrew
Harper were in a relationship?

Yeah.

That's what we were.

And you were so scared of people finding
out that you were homosexuals that you

were willing to stand trial for murder?

Find out how to believe, dear.

Ask him.

He'd rather have a murdering son than a
queer one.

Why do you think Andy killed himself?

He knew that when I got up here,
everyone would find out. About the two

That you were gay?

Yeah.

And this is the truth, Darren.

I'm not lying.

We took photos of us together.

He loved me.

That's what he told me.

And I loved him too.

Mr Keane, we'll take a short break. And
I'll see you and Miss Cartwright in my

chambers now.

All right.

Oh, come on.

Get out of here.

I'll tell you.

On the count of murder, how do you find
the defendant, Darren Lewis?

Guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

Look at you, you pervert. It was your
idea.

Yeah, I know.

What do you want?

Leave me alone.

I know who you are.

You don't frighten me.

Cheers, lady.

Where are you going, Dad?

Work.

Business.

But what about me?

You'll be okay.

What is it, Dad?

Hmm?

Is it that I remind you of Mum?

No, you don't remind me of her.

You remind me of...

What do you want me to do with these?

Cold storage.

Maria Cole.

Stripper. Dead in a chocolate pit at 19.

Well, I guess no more than anyone
expected for her.

And the boys are in the clear.

Jory got it wrong, Mike.

Killed by person or persons currently
unknown.

I'm not expecting a national outcry.

So that's it?

No, not for you.

How do cases get solved, Roisin?

One stubborn cop goes back again and
again.

No, Mike, look, give it to another team.
You need fresh eyes on this.

I can't. You missed something.

I missed something? Yeah, you go back.
You go back to those files.

You go back to the pit. You go back to
our friends. You go back to Darren

Maybe he will remember something from
that night. Help us find who did kill

But one thing you don't do is feel sorry
for yourself.

Get out there and solve this crime.

I'm off to the Blackwell to see Darren
Lewis.

Walker.

Yeah.

What?

When did this happen?

He was placed in your bloody care.

In loco parentis, that's what you told
me.

Your only job was to keep him safe.

What? Cut the crap.

Did he say anything? Did he tell anyone?

That really puts my mind at rest.

No.

No, you've done quite enough. Thanks.

Where's she gone?

Uh, Blackwell Estate.

Sam, with me.

What's going on?

Missing persons.

Well, who is it?

Richard Walker.

My son.

My age would Richard be now? About 17?

Yeah.

Who are you looking at me like that for?

Guess who you're looking for.

Looks like a nice kid.

Yeah, he is a good kid, yeah.

That was a before picture.

Before?

Yeah, my son's got emotional problems
now.

You know that, don't you?

Oh, yeah, slow down, slow down.

Yeah, he's been... He's been in a
psychiatric unit since he was 15.

Yeah, yeah, I didn't know. I'm sorry.

Yeah,

you know what they said?

They said it was a danger to himself and
to others.

But you know something, Sam?

My boy's got a pair of balls.

Oh, yeah.

You've got to give him credit for that.

He just walked out of that place.

He didn't give a shit about anything.

My father likes Sonny.

Oh, come on, Richard. Where are you,
son?

Satch, what's going on with Mike?

His boy's done a run -up.

He's out with Mama now, looking for him.

OK, look, I'm on the way to the
Blackwell now. I won't be long.

You're okay, darling.

You're okay. There you go.

There's the best guy.

He came to kill me.

Tell her.

But I was waiting.

It's okay, Darren.

I'm here now. I'll take care of it.

I'll have him arrested.

Do you understand?

Mr. Harper, get up.

How can I?

He was going to kill me.

But I was waiting.

Stupid bastard.

Where'd you get the gun, Darren?

Are you joking?

Fifty quid round there.

She's hungry.

Okay, well, let's go and feed her. Come
on. No, stay here. Okay, okay, no one's

going anywhere. It's okay.

Shut up.

Get her to shut up. She's always crying.

Okay, I'm just going to go and see. What
are you doing? What's in your pocket?

No, no, it's okay. It's a phone. It's a
phone.

It's okay.

It's just a phone. Machine.

Both of you.

And what's he going to do now, then, eh?

Hmm?

Yeah, those kids.

Yeah. Pull over.

Guys, I'm looking for a kid.

Five -eight.

How about 18 years of age? Richard's his
name, Rich.

Have you seen him? There's a photograph.

No.

Guys, it's my son.

Boss, Sam's just called.

I'm busy, Sam. He can't go to Roisin,
and the Lewis boys are not answering

phone. I'm sure Roisin can look after
herself. We also can't locate Ray

Shit.

Get in the car.

Get down to Blackburn.

What about you?

I've got to do this, Sam. I've got to
find him.

Dream device.

About telling you to your face.

I'd come and find you in your office.

And I'd tell you about me and Andy.

And you'd shout a bit and get really
angry.

But I'd be really calm.

And eventually we'd reach an
understanding.

And you'd say, you didn't like it.

But you wanted your son to be happy.

But that was before I met you.

Now I know.

You never gave a shit about... Darren.

You killed my son, you slimy little
pervert.

Just thinking of you touching him makes
me want to puke.

Darren, it's over. You're going to have
to... Okay, okay, okay.

Like an animal.

Old and angry and useless.

Okay, Darren, it is over.

You are done now. Put the gun down.

But it's not, though, is it?

It never goes away.

Like the chalk from the pit, it's under
my nose. It's everywhere.

Put down the gun, Darren.

Go on, have it.

It's Christmas.

I don't want it!

You will want it.

Believe me.

Cos I'm going to tell you what really
happened that night. OK, Mr Hopper,

to me, listen to me, give me the gun. We
saw her.

Maria Cole.

Of course we did.

She was at the petrol station.

OK,

listen, listen, look at me, look at me,
Ray. Ray, he's just trying to wind you

up, Ray. I'm warning you!

I didn't recognise her at first.

It was the best night of my life.

I hope you told your dad how much fun we
had with your birthday camera.

Oh, look at you, you pervert. It was
your idea.

Oh, no.

What are you doing?

You said you were thirsty.

She came up to him.

You remember Maria, Mr. Harper?

And his little birthday present.

Both some crisps and coconuts. Oh, and a
little present.

Nice one, Andy.

Now, what's she want?

That my friend is star -disappointed.

Raymond Harper's idea of the girl of my
dreams.

Nah, that's her from the titty club.

She wanted a lift, but we've got other
plans.

I talked him into it.

Told him it weren't safe out there.

Well, you know what I'm talking about,
right?

Killing her own after dark near the
Blackwell.

Come on, just pick her up. We'll just
drop her off.

We'll just drop her off at the night
bus.

Thanks, you saved my life.

Stupid bitch.

So what have you boys been up to
tonight?

Just hanging out.

Go left under the fire.

There's a stop on the road.

What are you... Can you put that down,
please? My dad gave me that.

Oh, your dad. Big Ray Harper.

Don't want to miss my break.

Oh, look.

Lovely.

Put it down, all right?

All right.

Bit touchy, isn't he?

Look, putting it down.

You missed a turn off. You've got to go
round again now. Who's supposed to tell

me? They are.

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

Fuck.

We were just pissing about.

It's all right. I'm not judging you.
Whatever.

Just shut up, all right? It's nothing.

It was just a laugh.

Is that why you didn't want to, you
know, at the club? I told you to shut

I'm not complaining. It's the easiest
500 I've ever made.

I thought you said you had a girlfriend.

I do have a girlfriend.

I don't care what a person is. Gay,
straight, rich, poor.

I'm not gay, all right.

Fine, sure.

Could this night get any more mental?

Shit. Ray Harper's son.

I'm so... Sorry, but you've got to
admit, it is pretty funny.

Big Butch Ray Harper, and then there's
you.

Shut up.

Did you know?

It was where we used to go.

It was so well.

We were sliding all over the place.
Where the fuck are we going, Andy?

Andy, stop the car!

Stop it! Stop pissing about!

Let me out! Andy, slow down.

All right, you've made your little
point. Just stop the damn car!

Look, we've got to take her back.

I didn't mean anything. Just let me out.

She knows my dad.

Stop. Just stop the car, Randy.

Stop it.

Get up.

Get your hands off me.

For his sakes, Manchu.

Stay in the car. I saw it.

Maria, wait.

Look, this is silly. Look, where are you
going to go? Come on. I'm not getting

back in that car. Not with that nutter.

He wanted to shut her up.

Stop her telling you.

Because he knew what you'd do.

You think I'd have heard him?

You think I'd have shown him out? That's
what you all think, don't you?

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

It don't matter what we think.

It's what Andy thought.

That's why it happened.

That's why he killed himself.

Even at the club. I should tell
everyone. Let everyone know about that

creep serving right.

What's daddy going to say about that,
eh?

Golden boys are queer?

Little psycho.

Who do you think you are?

Stop it.

You're telling me to stop it. You should
tell your boyfriend to stop it. He's a

whack job. Calm down. I'm going to tell
everyone. I'm going to tell them that

Ray Harper's little boy is a fucking
queer.

I'm going to tell everyone.

She'd never have told me.

No one tells you the truth.

Because they're scared of you.

Especially your son.

You're right.

If I'd have known, I'd have thrown him
out on the street. He'd have been dead

me. You think he didn't know that?

He was my perfect boy.

Everything I wore him.

He'd look right, dress right, speak
right.

Andrew Harper.

He'd be perfect.

Normal.

He did it, didn't he? Because he was
scared I'd find out what he was.

Wait till Ray finds out. He's done it.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

What are you playing at?

It's fine. It should be all right. It
should be all right. What are we going

do?

Just get in the car. What are we going
to do, Andy?

Just get in the car. What about Maria?
Get in the car.

We never even know he killed her.

Not really.

She sort of stumbled off.

Jesus, Roisin!

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.

We're all okay.

I'm sorry, Roisin. I should have been
there for you.

You can't be everywhere, Mike.

You are who you're meant to be.

Did you find him?

No, but listen.

Tell me everything's okay. I want to
know.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Ten fingers, ten toes.

And a skull as thick as Breezeblock.

Oh, for a minute there, I thought.

Were you worried, Mike?

Hey, it's taken me five years to get
used to you.

I certainly don't fancy starting that
process again with some fresh -faced,

spotty DCI.

So come on, Richard, any news?

No, nothing.

I've stopped off at home. I'm going to
print out a more recent photograph of

him. Go to sleep. Go and get some rest.
We can all be out there in the morning,

Mike. Yeah, I know.

But I wasn't there for him, and I wasn't
there for you.

Oh, Roisin, I don't know what I'm doing.

I feel as if I'm trapped in one of those
dreams where I know where I should be,

but I just can't seem to get there.

He'll be all right, Mike.

Yeah, but if he is, it's no thanks to
me.

Look, they grow up. They make their own
choices, their own decisions.

Yeah, that's true.

I remember watching him take his first
steps.

I watched him walk away from me.

I've watched him walk away ever since.

Give me a call when you get home.

Good night.

Bye, Dad.

Let's get you inside.