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Mr.

Perkins to Radiology.

Mr. Perkins to Radiology.

What happened?

I was driving her home and she suddenly seemed in a lot of pain.

Had she had a fall?

No.

Any sort of traumatic experience?

No. Why?

I'm really, really sorry.

She lost the baby.

Very early, but it's a life all the same, isn't it?

She hadn't told you?

I, um... No.

Well, I just work with her, you see.

Didn't we already say goodbye?

Right, you promised never to tell anybody.

I won't. Or ever mention it again to me.

Will you tell the father?

Maloney, what did I just say to you?

Listen, you won't get a second chance.

You shouldn't be here.

Where should I be? I need to find out who they were, Maloney.

I had a horrible feeling you were going to say that.

Yeah, OK, me too.

I dreamt about it all weekend.

Funny thing, in my dreams I was quite brave.

I even turned the tables on them at one point.

I was a hero.

What was I doing?

Just cringing on the floor like in reality.

That's great.

Thanks. My dream.

So, where were you all weekend?

Not picking up your phone or returning calls?

Just busy.

Oh.

OK. What?

Do you two like some privacy?

Shut up.

Joyce, come on. Well, it's just that you said if I didn't understand anything.

Oh. Well, I was going through all the prisoners on the wing where George

is supposed to have murdered Alan Turner.

And... looking at what they were in for, like George, firearms offence, hostage

-taking, Turner, GBH and the others, ABH, robbery, arson with intent, murder,

attempted murder, murder, murder, and then this one.

Andrew Carson, VAT fraud.

VAT?

So I rang the prison service this morning. It's not just that his crime's

different from the rest. He's the only one who's finished his sentence.

He's out.

Well done, Joyce.

There's more.

He saw Turner and George Parris talking together.

Intimately.

On the night Turner was murdered.

Now, why was he the only one to mention that?

Only the investigating officer can tell us that.

Let's go and ask him.

Mr Maloney, Miss Linden, would you like to follow me?

Will Superintendent James be long?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm Superintendent James.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

So, how can I help?

Who's Andrew Carson?

Why are you asking?

He's different from the others.

Why was the tax evader doing time with murderers and arsonists?

Because that's all we could pin on him.

Carson is the Met's biggest single problem.

Drugs, prostitution, people trafficking, several murders.

We can't lay a finger on him. Nothing ever sticks.

Charmed life.

Is there some secret special unit?

Well, if there is, Mr Maloney, it wouldn't be secret very long if we all

around talking about it. And actually, I have no idea.

Turner was after Carson, wasn't he, and somebody grasped him up.

Is that what happened?

Why the fixation with Carson?

It is best to keep out of his way.

Pity nobody told Alan Turner that.

Or should I call him Officer McCaffrey?

Officer McCaffrey didn't exist.

We all have to choose between fantasy and reality, Miss Linden.

Carson is no fantasy.

He's still the subject of one of the most intensive undercover investigations

we've ever mounted.

An operation which you seem determined to compromise.

Do you need to be ordered to stay away?

No.

Was that why?

Yeah, it was.

Oh, it wouldn't be a secret if we all talked about it. What sort of bollocks

that? And I've no idea, actually. I know make the tea.

You don't believe any of that, do you?

So Carson sent blokes around with guns to scare the shit out of us, nearly

succeeding literally in my case. Thanks for sharing that with me, Maloney. And

we know who it was, and we still can't touch him.

How do you do this? I mean, how is

it physically possible?

Your travel agent called.

What? Your trip's confirmed.

Two seats on a flight to Mallorca. Out 18th, back 22nd. Hotel for a mentor.

Double room.

To the king -size bed.

And, yes, they can arrange flowers and champagne.

Thank you.

OK.

Here's the story.

Oh?

Special unit, or whatever they call themselves...

put McCaffrey into jail, calling in turn as to buddy up to Carson.

Hey, Carson.

Where's Bill?

Somehow, Carson finds out his real identity and murders him. And for some

reason, he dies with the name of Paris on his lips.

George denies it at first, but then it's made clear to him what Carson can do to

Gina and Vincent on the outside, and bingo, he pleads guilty.

The others go along for the ride because Carson tells them to, and George is the

perfect murder suspect.

He's black.

He's a loner, he hates white people because they've ruined his life and he's

known to be violent.

It's all completely believable and all complete bollocks and there's nothing we

can do about it.

I think about it differently.

What was McCaffrey Stroke Turner trying to get out of Carson?

Information. Yeah, about what, though?

The police seem to know plenty about him but still can't touch him.

What was it Juliet Bravo said?

He's got a charmed life. Exactly.

Has Andrew Carson got somebody looking after him?

Is that what they were after?

Not incriminating evidence against Carson himself, but the name of someone

their own ranks who helps him out.

Say goodbye.

They're both fine, I promise. They're safe and with friends.

It was us they were trying to frighten.

Be frightened.

We had guns put to our head, George, and we'd quite like to know why.

Look, George, we will back off.

We'd just like to know what happened on the wing the night that Turner died.

So, talk to us about Carson and Turner.

Carlton killed him, didn't he?

No.

I did.

What was he like, Turner?

Was in a social club.

When did he tell you he was a cop?

I never fit in.

Did he truly abuse you, or was that just part of his act?

Once.

So he was a racist?

You know, you is all racist, in my opinion.

Of this world?

Yes.

You see, you live in a white world, where they load the dice towards all the

white people in it, and against people like me, me mother, and me son, and you

don't even notice.

I think I do notice, Hushley.

Oh, really? And what are you doing about it?

Well, I don't do anything to get those unfair advantages.

You don't have to. That's my point.

You see, if Bennett and Chatham hadn't been sitting waiting for two black men

come along and rob a bank, none of this would have happened to me.

This is it, boys! Come, police!

If policemen didn't think that all black men look the same, I wouldn't be

sitting here.

If my face was white, I would not be sitting here.

Drop your weapon and come out of there!

Did you talk to Bennett and Chatham? Did you look them in the face and you ask

them what they do to me?

Bennett's retired.

And Chatham went to Australia ten years ago.

Bullshit, that man was at my trial.

Yes, I know he was at your trial, George, but that was 16 years ago.

My murder trial.

How do you plead to be charged with murder?

George Paris, how do you plead?

Guilty. That man's eyes, they burn straight through me.

Pure hate.

Nobody lied to me about anything.

So what was it, then? It was an administrative error.

Chatham did go to Australia, but he came back five years ago. Here's his CV.

You're happy to believe that, are you, Wendy?

I don't know what to believe.

I just think you should both be careful about jumping to conclusions.

Oh, here he is, in all his glory.

Not Sergeant John Chatham anymore, but Commander John Chatham.

Commander John Chatham, support and resources.

He's had a paper clipped. It doesn't matter.

He's a senior cop and he's bent.

You have no evidence whatsoever of that.

We need to interview him, Wendy.

What?

Well, I knew you'd say that.

The Met absolutely refuses to allow it. I'm sorry, but I have to say, I think

this case review is effectively over, don't you?

Oh, she's right, actually. So now what?

I don't know.

I'm out of mood.

I'm going home.

We got the message.

Stay back.

Don't frighten her, please.

We told them to stop.

Kill them again and kill George. We want a guarantee this time.

Go on.

How come my son can't look me in the eye?

My name's Scarlet.

Scarlet.

Vincent.

Where's your grandmother?

Why can't I just do as I ask it?

I tell you, I just want to live out my time in peace and silence.

It's... Officially over, Mr. Paris.

They've sent the case back.

They'll let her go, won't they?

Be a cent.

They say something to you. They give you a message.

They said to tell you they want a guarantee.

Guarantee of what?

Scarlett, it was nice to meet you.

You look like a very nice girl.

But right now I would like you to go in.

Because I want to talk to my son for a little bit.

Thank you.

Vincent.

Your time.

Raise your eye from the ground and face the wall.

I don't want you to worry about your grandmother.

Because it's finished now.

Just like your girlfriend, see?

It's all official.

That's all them men out there need. Once they see that, they go send her home.

When they send her home, you have to come after that junk.

He told you. Oh, you think I need telling?

No, Vincent, you have to get after that shit, and you have to stay after it.

For good.

I'll go tell you why.

I want you to be a father to that child you have coming.

My father.

Seven children.

Three different women.

I never see him.

Now I make up my mind I was going to be different.

to be a better father than me, Naza.

I'll do as you ask.

Hello.

George Paris want to see it.

I want to tell you what happened the night Turner McCaffrey died.

It's too late, George. We've sent the case back.

I know, I know.

And it's fine.

I need you to know the full story.

Oh, really? And what about what we needed?

Why now?

You told us absolutely nothing whilst we were trying to do our job.

Now the case is closed.

You want to tell us the whole story?

Well... You want to know or not?

Carson could have done this some other time, you know.

But that's not the way he do things.

Wants to be seen to be done.

This is what we do to a twat like you.

Anyone

else

want some?

And then I thought, what that might cost me.

And I just did what everybody else did.

Now I'm not proud of that, right?

But I can live with it.

I still don't understand why he died with your name on his lips and not

Carson's. Nor can I.

It's the one piece I can't explain. I just know it made it really easy for

policemen to make a case against me.

Well, if you didn't kill him, why did he die with your name on his lips?

Did it feel good watching him drown in his own blood?

Be a bit cleverer, George.

Are you going to spend your whole life in places like this?

Come on, George, stop pissing us around.

What?

He said your name.

Because he wanted you to tell the police something.

That's why the Met are so interested in what he said to you that night. Just

talk to them.

They'll put Vincent and Gina under protection.

Only it... They've taken her.

But it's fine.

McCaffrey never said one word to me about Carson.

But Carson saw you talking to him that night, George. I know.

You know how many times I run that through my head?

What if I just get up and walk away?

But no, that man kissed me by surprise my whole time in prison. He asked me a

question nobody else ever asked me.

You going to a kid's party?

What? Have you got any kid?

Have fun.

I'll wake you in three months.

It's our first.

We're going to have loads.

You only got the one?

Yes.

Why?

Because I came in here, that's why.

You see him much?

No.

Never.

That must be hard.

What do you want from me?

How would you be a father, Paris?

I mean, who shows you how to do it?

You're asking the wrong man.

I think the idea is you're supposed to be there.

Well, I might not be.

I passed a message to my wife.

That's somebody else.

I tell her I love her.

And I've got a name for the baby when he's born.

Would you do that for me?

This might be my only son.

Okay. Tell her.

Jimmy, if it's a boy.

Carol, if it's a girl.

Appreciate it, pal.

I better be going.

Fuck yous, you black bastards.

And there was nothing else.

But Catherine doesn't believe me.

I mean, I didn't even know McCaffrey was a policeman until much later on.

How'd you find out?

His wife.

She wrote to me after my trial.

Wanted me to know what a fine man I had killed.

Wanted me to know about the little girl that would never see her father.

That he was worth a hundred of me.

And that he'd lose his life ridden the world of scum like George Paris.

And yet you replied to her.

Passed on his message.

We should go to the police.

What, and let them push Gina's body out of a rubbish skip?

Well, there is one thing I would like to do.

I'd like McCaffrey's widow to know what's wrong about George Parry.

problem george paris hanged himself at 11 o 'clock last night

We're Vincent and Gina's insurance policy, aren't we?

He just wanted somebody left alive. He knew the whole story.

Just in case.

Yeah.

I'll take you home, eh?

I can go home now.

How come?

How come they let me go, Vincent?

They wanted a guarantee that he would never tell whatever it is

he knew.

So he gave him the guarantee, Grandma.

George. Tell the lady and gentleman why it's a special day, Polly.

It's my birthday.

You're three, aren't you?

Getting a big girl now.

Right, off and do a wee, cos we're off to meet Polly Granning Grandpa at the

station.

Happy birthday, Polly.

I've got no time for this.

You've come to tell me Paris is dead.

There was no need. I probably knew before you did, and I was glad.

Have you got children, Miss Linden?

No.

Too busy with your career?

Something like that. Oh, you don't know what you're missing. Is that it, then?

No.

We got to know George Parris pretty well during all of this.

And we're as sure as is humanly possible he didn't kill your husband.

Really? So who did?

Well, we think we know that, too, but we can't tell you.

Oh, really?

And why not?

Partly for legal reasons.

And partly because the man involved has a way of getting violent with people he

thinks have information that might damage him.

So what was the point of this visit again?

To say you're wrong about George.

Oh, George now, is it?

Then tell me how I'm wrong about George.

Do you really think the heartless bastard you imagine would take the

pass on your husband's message about Polly's name?

That?

Yes, I do. In fact, only a sick bastard would rub salt into the wound by

inventing a message like that.

Why inventing?

Carol, if it's a girl, Jimmy, if it's a boy, you would never have said that.

Why not?

Because it's complete nonsense.

First of all, I'd had a scan, and we knew perfectly well it was going to be a

girl.

Secondly, we'd already chosen the name Polly.

It's my mother's name.

Your friend George just made all that shite up because he was twisted and he

hated white folk.

Now please get out of my house and don't ever come back.

Now.

If I were you, Miss Linden, I'd think about doing something useful with my

I'll drive you home.

I don't want to go home.

I want to go and see that old bastard Bennett.

Is there any point, Ruth?

Yes.

It'll make me feel better.

Miss Linden?

Who are you waiting for to come out?

Here you go, boys.

Hardly nobody visits my brother now.

His wife died.

I think that's what brought on his stroke, tell the truth.

None of his old colleagues from the force.

His old sergeant dropped by now and then.

He stuck by him.

But then he does have a lot to thank my brother for.

Does he?

Saved his career, tell the truth.

Sacrificed his own at the same time.

Who did you say you were?

Well... Age concern.

What were you saying about his sergeant?

Um... It all happened because this coloured chap tried to rob a bank.

It was in all the papers at the time.

My brother fired on him and... Well, it turned out all right in the end because

the dark fella admitted his crime.

But you see, the thing people didn't know was this.

Drop your weapon!

Drop your weapon and get out of there!

It wasn't this silly bugger that fired on the darkie.

It was his sergeant, John Chatton.

But my brother, being the sort of man he is, covered up for him.

Because he said, John Chatton's got a brilliant career ahead of him.

That's the sort of man my brother was.

You asked John Chatham.

We're trying to do a good thing.

My grandma would like you to come to the flat for a drink.

So would I.

We all would.

Yeah, we'd like that. Yeah, we'll follow up.

I'm amazed you even want to show your face here.

Well, nobody knows better than me who really committed that murder.

And what a bloody mess this all was.

But it'll be worth it if we ever get Carson.

How many more lives will that cost?

My boss would like a word.

You've been looking for me.

I'm John Chatham.

Your head boss?

You run special units?

You come to finish the job you started 16 years ago?

Well, there's nothing I can do to change what happened 16 years ago.

I was a young officer. I made a terrible mistake.

I didn't pay for it because a great man and a great policeman gave me a second

chance. Which is more than George ever got.

Yes. Well, as I say, there's nothing I can do to put that right.

I came here today to pay my respects to a man I did great harm to.

You make me vomit.

Carol, could you get the cart, please?

Carson trades in child prostitutes, Miss Linden.

He murders people who look at him in the wrong way.

And somewhere in the Metropolitan Police is his partner who protects him.

A career criminal who happens to be a ranking police officer. Now, I can't

them down without creating some mayhem of my own. I'm Superintendent James.

I wish it was different.

Carol? Alan McCaffrey was a volunteer.

He knew the risks.

It was worth it to try and find the name of Carson's partner.

In your judgment?

Rose. Yes.

In my judgment.

Which wasn't very impressive 16 years ago and doesn't seem to have improved

age. Rose. What? I should go. No, wait.

Tell him about the message that the George passed on to McCaffrey's widow.

There wasn't a message.

We interviewed him. This was later, after the conviction. They exchanged

letters. Saying what?

What did you tell him?

Just about the name of the child she was carrying.

Carol for a girl, Jimmy for a boy.

Carol or Jimmy.

Carol or James.

Time to move, I think.

Oh, by the way, I had listening devices placed on your phone.

As you notice, they'll be gone by the end of the day.

And do enjoy Mallorca, won't you?

The north side of the island is beautiful this time of year.

So our phones were bugged.

So I think that means that I was, um, what's the word, um... Yes, okay, you

right. And you were, uh... Wrong.

Fine. So was I paranoid?

No. Slightly louder?

Just go and have your dirty weekend with Joyce, will you? Joyce?

Yes, Joyce.

Two -ticket, king -size bed.

Enjoy your weekend.

Yeah, thank you. I will. I'll be spending it with my nephew, while my

and his wife go on a surprise anniversary trip that I've given them.

So I think that means that you were wrong again, Rose.

What's the world coming to?

I don't know, Maloney.

No, nor me, Rose.

Nor me.