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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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