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Help!

I didn't do anything!

I didn't do any...!

Staffe.

'Guv, it's Josie.
Sorry to disturb you.'

That's all right,
the flight's delayed, so...

There's been a murder
on the Heatherly.

I wouldn't have rung normally,
but this one's... unusual.

What do you mean, 'unusual'?

Oh, man...
I did say.

Just had my lunch.

Oi.

Who called him?

He would've had my balls
if I hadn't, Sarge.

I'm in charge when he's on leave.

I run the shop and you ask me

before you do something
like that, OK?

Sorry, Sarge.

Still won't make him
want to fuck you, sweetheart.

Fun and games in here.

Cause of death?

Well, you'd think blood loss
from the castration and mutilation

but I'm not sure
there's enough blood.

So?
My guess?

Cardiac arrest, died of shock.

Whisky.

Do you know how they got in?
No. But no forced entry.

OK.

Let's find out who he is.

Ray Collins.

Arrested 2.5 years ago
on suspicion of sexual assault

of children under 13,

specifically his nine and
11-year-old stepdaughters.

He met the threshold test and was
remanded in custody for three weeks,

then the CPS decided the evidence
wasn't enough to go full code

and he was released.
But sir...

He'd done it.

Well, like I say,
the evidence wasn't there, so...

So he was released,
and at the time of his death

he was living in the same flat
but on his own,

his wife having left with the kids.

According to his neighbours
she still has a key,

so we need to speak to her.

His crimes were well known.

He'd had abusive messages
sprayed on his front door,

he was violently assaulted
by a gang of youths four months ago.

There's a good possibility
he's the victim of a vigilante...

Sorry, Danny, what's that face?

Sorry, guv?
You pulled a face...

when I said 'victim'.

Did I?
Yes.

You think Collins is less deserving
of our efforts because of his past?

No.
Good. It's good to hear.

Because anyone who does
subscribe to that moronic,

sixth-form idea can piss off.

Now! I mean it, go.

Go, get out.

Get out. Go tweet Katie Hopkins.

Go live in a country that doesn't
respect the rule of law,

cos you're no good to me.

Anyone want to... go?

Marvellous. We're all singing
from the same song sheet.

So, I would suggest the way
he was killed

was a statement about his life
and what he was accused of,

but who would want
to make that statement?

Sue, door to doors.
See what people are saying.

Josie, CCTV and last movements,
please.

Rick, speak to his family.

Dan, find out why
the abuse case collapsed.

And David, you are with me.

You and I will speak to the wife
in the morning.

Thank you. Good night.

Oh! Christ, Will!
What are YOU doing...?

Uncle Will!
Hey, hey!

Hey, Har! How are you?

Good.
Good.

Sorry, our bloody boiler's
broken down.

Give that back!

No! Go on, try and get it.

Try and get it. You weakling!

Ha! You win.

You made me lose a life.

He looks just like Dad
when he smiles.

Yeah, he's the spit.

I would've found somewhere else,
but you said were on holiday.

Jules, stop.

It's your house as much as mine.

You don't have to apologise.

It'll be fixed by the end
of the week, so...

Yeah, well...

Can't live without hot water,
can you?

And, you know,
I love having you both here.

It feels like home.

Anyone fancy a quick game
of FIFA before tea?!

Me!

Bennet, stop being a twat
and piss off. Sorry, Mr Dawlish.

Apologies.

Oh, no worries.
Too many cold drinks, I suspect.

You doing tomorrow's bash?
Er, yeah, I think so.

I'll make sure he's properly
restrained. See you then.

You finished unpacking yet?

Yeah, nearly. Is it two or three
years since you moved back in?

18 months.
Interior design's not my thing.

Curtains aren't interior design,

and nor, strictly speaking,
are chairs.

Well, maybe I need a trip to IKEA.
Mm-hm!

Does it ever feel weird,
living back here?

There's not really
much left of them

after 15 years of rentals, so...

No. No, it feels fine.

Well, tell us when you're going.
Hm? To IKEA. We'll go together.

Always use more meatballs.
Nice.

I've got literally no idea what
you're talking about. Meatballs.

Meatballs?
Ha-ha! Oh, God.

How's Sylve?
Er, fine, I think.

You don't see her?
We speak on the phone now and then.

How long did you go out for?

You know the longest relationship
most people have in their lives?

It's the one with their sibling.
Mm.

You know your brother and sister
longer than you know any partner

or your friends or your child.

Your parents.

How about you?

How are things going
with the new bloke?

Yeah, good.

Harry adores Paulo,
don't you, sweetheart?

Mm-hm. He's a typical Italian,
full of emotion, but...

he's great.

More sauce?
Yes, please.

I'm good.

'Harry, I just need you
to go and get your pyjamas.'

'I want hot chocolate.'

'You can't have hot chocolate,
it's eight o'clock.'

'Please!'

Just spoke to one of Debbie Collins'
kids. She's at work.

A chippie off the high street
called A Plaice In The Sun

with an 'I', as in fish.

'Plaice' not 'Place'.
Huh?

It's a pun, innit?

Like 'plaice', not 'place',

A Plaice In The Sun.

A Plaice In The Sun?
Yeah, it's a play on the...

Oh.
Oh!

Fuck RIGHT off!

Oh, mate!
I knew you knew.

Yeah, course you did.
I was actually winding YOU up.

Put an extra onion in there for you.
Ta, love.

Yes, lads?

DS Pulford, that's DI Wagstaffe.

We need to speak to Debbie Collins.

I'll need five minutes, please.
All right, then.

Well, it wasn't me.

You heard?

Got a call from someone
on the estate last night.

Still got friends there, have you?

Acquaintances.

And no-one who'd do
something like that.

Were you shocked?

Yeah, I was.

And relieved.

No other child's gonna have
to go through what mine did,

no other mother's gonna
go through what I did.

We think he actually
had a heart attack

as a result of what was done to him.

As a result of the pain.

How does that make you feel?

Oh, I don't know.

What goes around comes around,
I suppose.

So where were you yesterday, Debbie,

during the day?

At home.
You don't work Mondays?

It's my day off.

Did anyone see you at home, or kids?

Kids were out all day.

No-one else saw me.

I think we're gonna need
more than five minutes.

We good, boss?
Yeah, I'm good, David. Are you good?

Yeah.

This way.

According to the mother,
his old man was an alcoholic,

used to batter Collins
when he'd had a few. Right.

As a result,
Ray never touched a drop,

had a phobia about it.

So this bottle of whisky down
his neck means they knew him,

knew his past.
Or they were told about it.

All right.

So how old are your kids?

Holly's ten,
Jasmine's just turned 13.

And good kids?

They're kids.

And where were they yesterday?

Cos they're not back at school yet,
are they?

You don't think they...

Just wondering why they
weren't at home,

at least some part of the day,

so they can corroborate
your alibi.

They've been through hell.

I'd be more surprised if they
hadn't gone off the rails a bit.

And that's fine.
When I'm sober...

I can handle them.

Their...

anger or hatred.

The language they use.

But when I've had a drink I just...

I don't have the energy.

And so they go out.

And they stay out.

And I know that's wrong.

And I want to stop, but...

I struggle to cope with the guilt,
what he did.

What his lawyer did,
what the CPS did to our family.

I struggle knowing
it'll never go away.

It's a scar that never fades.

I can tell you honestly...

I've dreamed about killing him
a million times.

I thought about what I'd do.

How slowly,
how much I'd make him suffer.

But right now I just wouldn't
have the strength.

Right now I'm just trying to put
one foot in front of the other.

What d'you think?

Guv?

What do you think?
Erm...

Send her home.

Her kids need her.

Argh!

Jesus!

Guv, you gave me a fright.

Sorry.
Bad habit, sitting in the dark.

Been waiting for the lab to ring,
which they just did. And?

No foreign prints. The flat's empty.

Right. CCTV?

All three cameras covering
the entrance were broken,

and there's nothing covering
the walkway up to his flat.

Nice.
Yeah.

Maybe you were an Emo
in a former life. Hm?

The sitting in the dark thing.

Oh, er...

Yeah, maybe.

Night.
Night.

Sorry to wake you, boss.

I think we might have another one.

Cheers.

50% burns.

Was crying for his mum
when they found him, apparently.

Who found him?
The woman who lives next door.

Coming in from a night out, she saw
the door open, stuck her head in,

heard weird noises,
"like an animal", she said.

Do we have a name?
Guy Dawlish. QC.

Two years ago he was arrested
following allegations

of child sex abuse.

This screen was displaying images
of child sex abuse when we got here.

And these ties are the same as
the ones used to restrain Collins.

You said he was arrested,

not that he was charged
or convicted.

The CPS said there was
insufficient evidence.

SIGHS So we have a pattern.

Has to be a possibility,
doesn't it?

Who was his victim?

A 14-year-old friend
of his daughter's,

name of, er...

Sally Watkins.

OK, we need details of every failed
sexual abuse prosecution

in the last...

let's say three years.

Yeah. We're dealing with two
accused but unconvicted paedophiles,

both attacked with
unusual brutality.

This could just be the start.

What number is it?

Let me check.

Dad works nights, security.

He'll be back in a couple of hours

but he ain't exactly Max Payne,
is he?

If you're thinking
it would've been him.

We still need to speak
to him, Sally, and mum.

Mum's not here, I'm afraid,

on account of Mum having fucked off
six months ago.

Which hospital's he in?
We can't tell you that, I'm afraid.

Just want to send him a
'Don't get well soon' card, babes.

So you were here
on your own last night?

Don't even think about asking
if I've got an alibi.

Could you give us your mum's
address, then, please? No idea.

Will your dad have written it
down anywhere? Don't know.

Could you check?

You wanker!

Out. Now.

I said get out!
It said in the files

you were friends
with his daughter, Chloe.

And?

I just wondered how you knew her,
that's all.

I got a scholarship to Latymer.

Chloe went there.

We became friends.

I used to go to her house
for sleepovers and stuff.

Is that where it happened?

It's OK. It's OK.

We're on your side, Sally.

One night he gave us a hot chocolate
that tasted weird.

Next thing I know...

It's OK.

Next thing I know, I woke up

and my bottoms were off.

I'm so sorry, Sally.

For everything
that's happened to you.

And that he wasn't punished
for what he did.

Because he should've been.

That's why I wouldn't blame
your friends or your family...

if any of them had had thoughts
of punishing him themselves.

Rick? We've got another
failed abuse prosecution

and subsequent attack,
name is John Statham.

He was a martial arts teacher.

I should say,
I didn't handle the sexual assault.

I did the subsequent
attack on him.

Who did the assault?
Bob Jessop?

That's my old guv'nor.
Retired now, I think.

Cancer. So how serious
was the assault? Serious.

What age was the child?

Nine, a little girl called Phoebe.

What was the problem with the CPS?

Her statement weren't
that brilliant.

There was very little
physical evidence.

At the end of the day,

they didn't think they'd get
a conviction, so they bailed.

What about the attack on Statham?
Nasty. Tell me.

Severe internal haemorrhaging
due to the forced insertion...

It's all in the original files.

So where does Statham live now?

Some sort of residential care,
I think.

He had multiple strokes in the days
after the attacks,

so he's pretty gaga now.

The guy that did it...

Nico Kashell.

How did you find him?

He was the little girl's dad.

Talked pretty much straightaway.

Really? What did he get?

Eight years.

He's done two already now, I think,

so be out in another two, I guess.

You did the original interview?
Yeah.

Did you ever get the sense

there could have been
anyone else involved?

An accomplice?

Well, someone who might be...

carrying on the good work now.

Well, obviously not.

If I'd thought that I would've
widened the investigation.

It was a personal thing. Simple as.

Kashell actually said to me

he wanted Statham to suffer
like his daughter did.

Right.

It was Kashell on his own,
personal revenge.

End of.

Go on then.

Yeah?

Yeah. OK. Yeah.

I've got it, yeah.

Three colleagues can corroborate
Sally Watkins' father

was at work all night.
He's in the clear.

Have you seen a doctor for that?
Why would I go to a doctor?

You ever been to the doctor?
They examine you,

they say, "I know exactly
what's wrong with you

"and here are the pills
to cure you." Doctor? Schmocter.

All right, Chuckles.

This one?
34. Yeah.

'Hello?'
Gail Watkins?

'Yeah?' DI William Wagstaffe,
I need to speak to you

in connection with an assault
on Guy Dawlish.

And how is the scumbag?

Not so good,
he's in an induced coma.

Good. Have you told Sally?

We spoke to her this morning, yeah.

I never left her, you know,
I left her dad.

I begged her to come with me,
I still do, but...

I'm her mother, so she blames me
for everything that bastard did.

You must be very angry
with Mr Dawlish

for everything he's put you through.

But I'd never repair anything
from a prison cell, though, would I?

Where were you Thursday night?

I was working.
Where? Here.

Punters.

Have you got their names?
Yeah, and their home addresses

We're gonna need their names, Gail.

You think this is easier for me,
don't you?

Because of what I am.

You think what happened to her
doesn't matter as much as me, cos...

cos I'm a whore.

She's my daughter.

And was just a little girl
when he did what he did to her

and we'll all be scarred by this
for the rest of our lives.

Do you want me to follow up on that
with the punters?

She used the same words.

What's that? As Debbie Collins,
she used the same words.

"It's gonna scar us
for the rest of our lives."

It was on a...

A flyer in her daughter's room,
as well.

I think that's a link

between the victims of Debbie's
husband and Guy Dawlish.

You reckon?

Hi, guys!
You're back early.

Yeah.

Er, Paulo was passing,
so he's just popped in.

Paulo, this is my brother, Will.

I heard so much about you,
so it's nice to...

Nice to finally meet you.

Yeah, likewise.

What happened to your face?
Ah.

I got mugged.

Hey, London...

I'm sorry to hear that. If there's
anything I can do to help... Sure.

It's lovely meeting you.

Will?

What?

What's the matter?
Nothing, I'm fine. Just...

Just a shit day.

Talk to me.

I'm fine.
Talk to me.

Monday, 15th August, 10:28 am.

2017.

It's the moment...

It's the moment in my life

where I've lived without them
longer than with.

Right. Right.

It's nuts, isn't it? Sorry.
No, Will, it's not.

I should have known, it's not
like you've got yours written down.

Mine?
21:17, June 12th, 2018.

I marked down their anniversaries.
Five years, ten years, 15 years.

Their birthdays.
I'm sorry, Will, it just...

It didn't occur to me.
It's fine.

It's not a competition
about who grieves them more. No.

I do think that it's time
that you tried to move on.

Oh!

Yeah. Like you have?
Yeah, I try.

Yeah? One messed-up boyfriend after
another you try and make better

so you can forget about your own
fucked-up car crash of a life?

Sorry, I didn't...

I didn't mean that.

We'll leave in the morning.
No, you don't have to leave.

I said sorry.

We need to talk about this place.
It's time to sell.

And I want my half.

Hello?
'Hi, it's me.'

Hi, Will.

Listen, Sylve...

I was just wondering if, erm...

I was just wondering
if maybe you wanted to...

grab a dinner at some point.

Yeah, that'd be nice. Yeah.

Let me check my diary.

Do you remember him?

Hi, mate.

Sorry, I thought you were asleep.

Remember who?
Your dad.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I remember him really well.

I don't remember mine.

Yeah. That's rotten, isn't it?

But, I mean, you've got your mum.

And you've got me.

We love you very much.

Go to sleep.

Just stay till the weekend,
I really want you to.

I really want to spend
more time with Harry.

I'm sorry about what I said,
I didn't mean it, just...

Just let me explain stuff, please.

Call me. Just call me.

I attacked Statham alone.

There was no-one else involved.

OK. What I did,
I did for my family.

For my wife, my daughter.

It was personal.

Were you ever in any
playground fights at school?

No. Any incidents of violence
at all before this one?

No. Ever been in any trouble
with the police at all?

No.

OK.

How much do you weigh, Nico?

Ten-two. Ten-three.

Ten-three...

Back then, Statham

was...

six-two, 17 stone.

Wow. That's a big guy
you overpowered there.

Do you know a man named Ray Collins?

No.

A man called Guy Dawlish?

No.

OK.

No problem. Thanks.

Just one last thing.

What did it feel like

when you did what you did to him?

Not like I thought it would.

In what way?

Our capacity for tolerating
physical pain

is extremely limited.

He passed out very quickly.

My abiding emotion...

was one of envy.

You know the main evidence
against him was his confession?

Did you read what he was supposed
to have done to Statham? Yeah.

And you buy that guy
could've actually done those things?

Why confess if he hadn't?

Maybe he wanted him punished

but he didn't have
the nerve himself,

so that was the deal.

Someone said, "I'll punish him
but you have to confess,

"so they don't come looking for me."

Maybe he wanted to expiate
his guilt

for not protecting his daughter?

Maybe he's just nuts?

People confess to crimes
they haven't committed

for all sorts of reasons.

You're trying to connect the attack
on Statham with the other two cases.

Jesus, we don't even know

the Collins and Dawlish
cases are connected.

One's a GBH, one's a murder.
But Collins died of a heart attack.

Of shock.

What if that was a GBH, too,
that just went wrong?

Or maybe you're right,

none of it fits and I'm just
talking bollocks. Mm.

On face value it seems
to satisfy certain needs.

The truth is,
where do you go with it?

When you decide you have the right
to exact your own punishment...

where does it lead?

Am I about to find out?

It's a dead end.

Because no-one benefits.

Obviously not your victims,
but not you either.

And you know this
from personal experience?

I've just seen it enough times.

The truth is...

revenge diminishes us.

It's not sweet.

Said almost like you felt it.

I do.
No, uh-uh.

You KNOW it, Will,
but you don't feel it.

You know, it's funny,
when you rang,

cos I was actually gonna call you.

Really?
Mm-hm. I wondered...

Well, I thought you might like
some company on the 15th.

Er, wow.

You are the first person
who has worked that little gem out.

Are you OK about it?

Er...

No.
Well, it wasn't a real question.

I'm trying, Sylvie.

Every day I try, cos I hate it.

I hate being defined as...

as the guy whose parents
were murdered.

And I'm trying to move on.
I am, I'm...

I'm trying to be a grown-up.

It's hard.

Because no matter how hard I try...

whilst he or she
is still out there...

I'm punished.

Just keeps pulling me back.

What can I say?
I understand completely.

Of course I do.
Of course I do.

But in the end you have to know
that you're not gonna find anyone.

Not 17 years on.

So, unless you want this
to be the rest of your life,

Will, something has to change.

This was completely unexpected,
m'lady.

We had previously believed
the victim was willing to testify.

I understand this was beyond
your control, Mr Benson,

because you've told me that
several times now.

My question to you is,

are you planning to call
other witnesses

to support the crown's case?

That certainly is our intention.

But this will require that we push
the date of the trial back...

Yes, I see.

Mr Mallory.

We have no objection
to postponing the trial,

but as I'm sure my learned
colleague is aware,

no application has been made
to extend my client's remand period,

which will exceed the maximum today.

So I would like to make
an immediate application

for unconditional bail.

Mr Benson?
Yes, as I say,

this all came out of the blue for us
so we will not oppose bail.

But I would ask that the defendant
sign on at his local station.

Yes, I'll agree to that.

In which case, Mr Regis,

it is my responsibility
to inform you

that, for now, you are free to go.