All language subtitles for MRS.S01E04.720p.WEB-DL.

I hit the road to
California

Down highway number one

In my heart and in my mind
in my country lady...

All these songs
about California.

How come no one wrote
a song about Slough?

- Eton Rifles.
- You what?

"The Jam."
"Eton Rifles."

"Sup up your beer
and collect your fags,

there's a row going on down
near Slough."

That another crappy
country music song?

No.
And country isn't crappy.

It's got human stories and big
emotions and lovely tunes.

It's like Bollywood.
With banjos.

Uh, you're not really
selling it to me TBH.

Woah!

Sweet.

Yeah, one day it will
be us opening the gates

to let poor people in
to feed us.

One day.

Blue blue blue California

You are the only one

To make my dream come true

You are the only one

To make my dream come true

You didn't tell me it
was Jazz Mallick?

- Total legend!
- Hmm.

Looks a bit shop worn
and off form lately.

-You think?
-I know.

Oooh. You just know.

-Wanna bet?
-No.

I want you to butter fry
these prawns.

"Sting like a bee!
Like Mohammed Al-ee!"

Yeah. Still got it.

Me too.

Please come and watch?
Just a couple of rounds.

I can't face it, babe.
I'm sorry.

-Oh! Uppercut.
-Oh!

That's a foot.

I love you.

-Be careful.
-I will.

Go smash it, Jazz man.

Can I get a photo?

Oh. Aight.

Maybe later, yeah?

Oh!

Oi! Sugar Ray, starters.

"I could've been a contender.
I could've been somebody.

Instead of a bum,
which is what I am."

-Where the hell's Lenny?
-Don't do this to me, man.

Come on!

-Hey, babe.
-Hey, babe.

-Doc, how was his medical?
-Flying colours.

Where is he? Oh.

What's up?
Little brother bottling it?

-He'll be here.
-Aw. You sure about that?

Maybe Rose has gone
into labour?

She's not due till next month.

Yeah, baby doesn't know that.

-Alright.
-Hey! Finally!

Jesus, kid!

Nearly gave your bro an heart
attack. Where you been?

-Psyching.
-I'll give you psyching.

You're on in a, oh, 24 seconds.

Well, what is it you say,

if you're not on the edge,
you're taking up too much room?

Wooh!

You can do this, Lenny!
Come on!

In the red corner,
weighing in at 160 pounds,

he's undefeated in his last
four fights,

Jazz Master Mallick!

Come on, Mallick! You got this,
bro! Come on, man!

And in the blue corner,

weighing in at 158 pounds,

the contender,

Lenny Lucky Lowe!

- Come on, Lenny!
- Alright, gentlemen.

Let's have
a clean fight.

Protect yourselves at all times,
okay. Touch gloves.

Yes, come on, Mallick!
You got this, bro!

Come on, Mallick, man!

-Come on, Lenny, good boy!
-Yes!

-You can do it!
-What the... Why?

I'm, um, just a sucker
for the underdog.

Come on, Lenny!
Mash him up!

Yes, Mallick, come on!

-Hold up! Hold up! Hold up!
-Get Up! Come on, Lenny.

-On your feet, boy!
-Get up, Lenny.

Work behind the jab, Lenny.
Work behind the jab!

-Come on!
-Mal...

- Woah! Woah!
- Get off the ropes!

Off the ropes!

Jab, jab, jab!

Come on, Lenny, dance!

Watch his left!

Yes! Come on!

One! Two.

-Yes!
-Yeaaahhh!

-Three. Four. Five.
-Come on, Mallick! Get up!

Six!

Seven. Eight! Nine!

-Ten!
-Yeaaahhh!

Come on!

-Oh, sorry.
-Ow, that hurt.

-Hey. How are you?
-You alright? Oh, thanks.

-Congratulations.
-Thank you very much.

-Let me help you.
-Erm, uh, nah, I'm just...

No, no, no, it's all good. Yeah.

Mum! Boxers don't eat stodge.

Don't call my finest
karanji stodge?

And anyway, he'll need some
carbs after all that hitting.

And you know that, babe.

And that's the problem
with the next generation,

they don't appreciate what
and who has gone before.

At their peril.

You tell that kid
I want a word.

Sorry.

You seen Lenny?

Lovely work, you two.

Nice smooth tray action.

And there he is!
The man himself.

Congratulations, Mr. Lowe.
You just won me 500 quid.

Five hundred?
How much you put on?

Glad to be of service.

How about I take some of
these as a trade?

Oh. Of course!

-You've earned it, darling.
-You're a diamond. Thanks.

Hold him still!

Ohh! Ohh!

Go go go!

Mum!

Morning, Tez.
You want some chai?

Not till 11 a.m.

Elevenses?
How very twee.

I'm fasting.
Eight hour window.

-Did you forget?
-I didn't forget.

Forty-five years,
since your nanaji died.

Such a funny, gentle giant.

And so brave.

Ran towards danger
when everybody else

ran the other way.

I wish you'd known my pops.

I reckon I'm nanaji
reincarnated you know.

-Really?
-Funny.

Tick.

Gentle.

Tick.

Brave.

And the eyes...

same handsome eyes, innit?

Do you think he would've
liked me?

Excuse me.

Did you know my father?

Your father?

I'm so sorry.
Yeah, yes, I did.

-We were colleagues.
-Oh.

Did you know him well?

Sadly not too well, no.
Erm, I was new at the job

and, um, Baldev took me
under his wing.

I was here when the, uh...

Sorry, sorry.

Bleed to the brain.
That's, um,

that's all my mother
would tell me.

I never knew exactly
what happened.

I'd like to know.

Well, it was all a bit blurry,
the raid.

I wasn't in the bank.

Um...

I remember them fleeing
in their car, red Escort.

Baldev tryna stop them.

Then Baldev lying on the road.

We-we stopped the traffic.

And Dave,
my beat colleague, um,

called an ambulance and tried
to stem the bleeding,

I, uh...

I held his hand, and...

told him he was
gonna be alright.

And then the, the paramedics
came. But, uh...

He'd already slipped away.

I'm glad he wasn't alone.

Thank you, um...

Alan.

Call me Al.

Suki.

Suki Sidhu.

Suki, your father was
a fine man.

Perfect, mum. Get in
there, right at the front.

Ooh,
that is a bit tight.

Mum, you can fit three of
these in there.

No, I don't wanna scratch
Jolene.

-Where are you going?
-Up here, plenty of room. Look.

-Come on, come on.
-Oh, my gosh.

You drive
like a properbundhi,mum.

He surprised us all
to be honest.

I didn't think he'd even
show up at one point.

There you go, Mrs. S.

Pleasure doing business
with you.

It's all there.

-You up for next weekend?
-Absolutely.

Sweet.

Arghhh, Jesus!

Marl.

How d'you turn this thing down?

Did you read the instructions?

Uh, never.

You need to be careful
with these,

you can damage muscle fibres,
cause sprains,

rupture blood vessels, if you
don't know what you're doing.

Ohhhhhh. Oh!

Ooh, you're holding
a lot of tension.

-Yea. Ahhhh.
-Hey, love.

Hey.

-You seen Lenny?
-No.

He ghosted the party
last night.

He ghosted me too,
he didn't come home.

He's gone out and blown his
winnings again, hasn't he?

He can't have done,

I-I've not given him
his winnings yet.

What's up?

Lenny's gone AWOL. Again.

He didn't come home
and his phone is

going straight to voicemail.

Have you tried local hospitals?

-It's a bit extreme.
-Still though.

Gem?

Call the General,
I'll try the Royal.

Come and have a seat.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Oh, I can't have tea,
it makes me feel so sick.

Do you know I was exactly
the same with my Tez.

But I found that ginger ale
did the trick.

I'd kill for a ginger ale.

Hold on.

Thank you.

Tez, I need you to
go to the shop

and get some ginger ale.

Uh! What? Why?

For the lady, she's pregnant.

I didn't knock her up.

You haven't even given me
my wages yet.

What? You want them now?

-Plus commission.
-Commission?

Who introduced you to
this place?

You wouldn't even have got
this gig if it wasn't for me.

Go and get the ginger ale

and then we will discuss
your commission.

And the deduction for your rent,
gas, electric,

water, council tax, food,

internet and subscriptions,
okay?

I've gotta stretch out.

Oh, can't you go?

Listen, buddy,
I suffered a fourth degree

perineal tear to
bring you into the world.

You owe woman-kind.
Now go and get the ginger ale.

I did not need to know that.

You absolutely need to
know that.

And get some salt
and vinegar crisps!

Please, thank you. Darling.

You ready to go?

Are you ready?

-Gotta finish my lunch.
-Lunch? What's in that?

Like proteins and aminos
and stuff.

"Instantised L-valine. Betaine
Anhydrous. Caffeine Citrate."

This is not lunch.
This is flavoured mouthwash.

That's my girl!

Shit!

Con!

Con!

-Marl?
-What's up, bro?

-It's Lenny.
-What's going on?

Office.

You're gonna have to
take the bus home.

What? Why?

Because something smells off,

and for once it isn't you.

Um, look just, um...
get a cab.

On me.

"We've got Lenny Lowe. Got
himself in trouble. £300k

in 12 hours or he's gonna
disappear permanently."

"Do not contact police,
you been warned.

Not so lucky now."

Oh, God!

-Twelve hours?
-Fu...!

Who's Lenny in the shit with?

-Rose?
-Rose?

No one. That I know of.

We'll have to go the police.

Did you hear what they said?

Na. We deal with this
ourselves.

How?

You're gonna pay these
bastards 300k?

I ain't got it. I ain't
even got 3k going spare.

What?

Money doesn't flow like it
used to, since Marl retired.

We're behind on rent.
Ringside is a dream

we're not gonna be living
much longer.

I thought you had some
invested like?

Until my tax bill.

Oh, shit, man.

You could've told me.

Gem's helping keep
this place afloat.

Woah. Hang on.

We've got 12 hours.

Where we gonna find
300 big ones?

I'm not the biggest fan of the
feds but what choice do we have?

Sorry, I just wondered
would anyone like a...

Ah, forget it.
I was actually shamelessly

listening behind the door
but I do know a detective,

very professional, excellent
success rate of late.

And...

I-I trust him to be discreet.

No, no, we can't!

Please!

You've gotta help me.

They're not messing around,
I'm scared.

Marl, Con, please,
please help me.

Tell Rose I love her.

He's based at Newton Police
Station if you want his number?

Your chai latte to settle
the nerves.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Gem, a word?

Mm.

I used to do box-ercise.

-Might take it up again.
-When you're ready.

We could do it together.
Team bonding.

You're alright.

That'll do.

I'm Con, James Connolly,
Lenny's manager.

And this is Marlon Lowe,
you probably recognise him.

-I'm DCI Burton, this...
-DS Mint.

It's great to meet you.

-Boss.
-Morning.

Sidhu?

Or have I unwittingly
imbibed hallucinogenics?

Well, I hope not, inspector,

that'd be terribly
unprofessional, wouldn't it?

-Turmeric latte?
-No!

-Not you, DS Mint.
-Ooh, cheers.

Something more dark
and bitter for you, inspector?

-Builders, maybe?
-No. Thank you.

Do you have somewhere
private we can talk?

Yeah, sound, man,
come to the office.

Go on then.
What's your theory?

Well, Lenny Lowe
took a large bag of

mithaiwith him when he left,
and a pack of beer.

Strange for a boxer to consume
so much stodge. Don't you think?

What, kidnapped for some sweets
and a pack of beer?

Boss.

Yeah, well that's all
I've got at the moment.

It's up to you now, innit?

Have to do everything
around here.

You need to rest.
Get a cab home.

I can't rest!

You've gotta look after
this baby, darl,

let us worry about Lenny.

I'm scared, Gem.

What shit has he got
himself into?

I'm on call,
I've gotta go.

Take care of yourself, love.

Please!
You've gotta help me.

They're not messing around,
I'm scared.

Marl, Con, please,
please help me.

Tell Rose I love her.

Okay. Send us that video.

We need to form a timeline
of Lenny's movements

over the last few days.

-Where did you last see Lenny?
-In the house.

After the fight,
he was in the VIP room.

Everyone fussing over him.

Next thing I know
he'd bounced. Standard Lenny.

-Standard how?
-He's an introvert.

Hates all the
schmoozing.

Yeah, we thought he'd gone
home to see the missus.

-Who's the missus?
-Rose. That's her there.

Okay.

I'll be right back.

Does Lenny have any beef?

Any rivalries that might be
taken too far?

Any criminal associations?

He's had his problems,
but not with the law.

Go on.

Lenny been through rehab,

but he's really sorted
himself out now,

he's fighting fit.

Stepping up, a proper threat,

he won against Jazz Mallick
last night.

Ah.

Have you noticed anything
strange about Lenny recently?

Not stranger than usual.

Has he been worried about
anything?

No. But I'm worried,
what they'll do to him

if they find out
you're involved.

Ms. Petrov, we are experienced

in dealing with these
situations.

And I promise you we'll do
everything in our power

to deliver Lenny home safely.

Look, can you think of anyone

that Lenny might be
in trouble with?

No. I have to go, my cab is
gonna be here any minute.

Take my card, you hear of
anything, contact me.

-You take care.
-Thank you.

Decreases stress,
increases testosterone.

You should try it.

You should try it.

Okay, so what do we know about
Lenny's rival, Jazz Mallick?

Well, my son is a fan,

but personally, I think
he's losing his touch.

Hm, his promoter must be
very unhappy right now.

-Nora Kurti?
-Oh. You know her?

Well, let's just say
she's no stranger to the law.

Rose, are you okay?

Taxi just cancelled me.

He's like four minutes away,
then he's nine minutes,

and then one minute away
and he cancels me!

Would you like a lift?

-Yes.
-Come.

-Are you sure? Thank you.
-'Course. Come.

So when's
the baba due?

Four weeks, one day now.

-Is it your first?
-Yeah.

Do you know if you're
having a boy or girl?

A girl.

Ohhh, I always wanted
a daughter.

Never mind, at least
I've got Jolene?

Jolene?

Jolene.

Hm.

Have you, uh, thought of
any names yet?

Willow maybe...

Rio, Storm?

Ah, yeah, my Tez
was more like a tornado.

You know you should really keep
your hospital bag ready,

just in case.

Tez blew in three weeks early.

I've not got my bag yet.

I don't know what to do.

Not knowing about
what happened to Lenny,

knowing if my daughter will

grow up without her dad
around...

Don't, Rose, please.

Please, darling,
try and keep faith.

You are in safe hands with
Inspector Burton and DS Mint.

I promise you.

It's just these
flats here.

Ahh, well,
we are practically neighbours.

I'm just around the corner.
11, Foster Road.

Rose, do you have anyone
staying with you?

Any support? Mum? Auntie?

-Friend?
-No. No one but...

I'm okay now. Really.

-Thank you.
-Oh, here.

Let me, um,
let me help you out.

You know, it's funny,
when you become a mum,

you suddenly need your mum.

If only to say sorry for being
such a pain in the backside.

-Oh.
-Thank you.

Um, look, take my number.

I only live around the corner,
in case you need anything.

Thank you.

You're so kind.

Rose, you, um, you-you can't
think of anyone

who might want to harm Lenny?

-No. Why do you ask that?
-I'm just, mm, trying to help.

No. I'll call if I need any.
Thank you.

-Hello.
-Hi.

We are in the wrong job.

And through here,
is where the action happens.

Interesting place for
a boxing match.

Bespoke events.
Premium entry fee, exclusivity.

DJ's, cocktails, canapes,
blood, sweat, skills,

prizefighting...and victory
as the sun sets.

That's a proper night out.

Punters can't get enough of it.

Excuse me.

-How you finding retirement?
-Yeah.

Sweet.

I'm training the next
generation now. It's rewarding.

You...you've done alright
though, eh?

Some career.

When you took out
Gal O'Leary in Vegas!

Yeah.

Yeah, good times.

People must envy you,
you know, your success.

I envy me.

The old me.

You make many enemies
in your career?

You think someone might take
your brother to get to you?

Get to your money?

There ain't much money left.

And that trash talk,
it's just, it's an act,

all part of the show.

In real life,
there's a respect, you know?

Gal O'Leary?
I was at his wedding.

You got CCTV round here?

So last night, we've got
Lenny, in the ring.

Hm-mm.

Lenny in the VIP room
after the fight.

Lenny in the kitchen
chatting to--

You are joking me?

Definitely her.

Your guardian angel.

Hell's angel more
like.

Eyes on the ground though.
Always useful.

There's a load more
to go through.

Ah, crack on.

-Flag up anything suspicious.
-Hm.

Nah, they left about
an hour ago.

Yeah, I hear ya.

Okay, right.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'll get back to ya.

There you go.

Something for your little one
to remember you by.

Yeah, gotta move pronto, mate.

Oh, sound. I'm on it.

Please!

You've gotta help me.

Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!

Okay. Lenny Lowe,

last seen at his brother
Marlon's house

on Belle Vue Avenue at
10:42 p.m. last night.

This is Lenny in the
VIP room post fight,

with his brother and manager
James Connolly.

Now Lenny's phone
was last traced

at the end of Belle Vue Avenue,

before it went dead
at 10:58 p.m. last night.

Now, this morning at 11 a.m.,

Marlon receives a text
when an unregistered number

stating that his brother
has been kidnapped,

and he'll disappear

unless 3,00,000 is paid
within 12 hours.

He then receives a video of
Lenny begging for help.

Now, we need to ascertain

the moment Lenny was taken,
where and by whom.

We check CCTV footage of
the surrounding areas,

ANPR cameras, security systems,
you know the drill.

Time is not on our side,

any leads for a swift
and safe recovery,

I need to know about it.

-Let's get to it.
-Yes, sir.

Boss?

Boss. You're gonna
wanna see this.

This is post fight.

Hello, Nora.

Urgh. Nora Kurti.

Former drug trafficker,
previously done for tax evasion

with her husband Victor Kurti.

They lost everything.
He was sent down,

she was released from prison,
what, five years ago.

Apparently gone legit.

She runs the sports promotion
company Elevation.

Her father-in-law was
gangster Fatos Kurti.

Fatos Kurti, yeah,
there's a blast from the past.

Ah, well, they don't make 'em
like that anymore?

So, Mrs. Kurti looks after the
show while Victor's inside.

Marlon Lowe was with Elevation,

until he dumped her
after his first pro fight.

By all accounts Nora was
not best pleased.

Talk to Mrs. Kurti,

let's find out how going legit's
working out for her.

Please!

You've gotta help me.

They're not messing
around, I'm scared.

Marl, Con, please,
please help me..

Tell Rose I love her.

Nora's certainly
landed on her feet.

Urgh, maybe we are
on the wrong side of the law.

I am Detective Sargent Mint,

this is
Detective Constable Winter.

Is Nora Kurti at home please?

Nora?

Nora!

Alright, love.
Amanda, darling!

Look at you, all grown up.

So what are you now, a DI?

Aw. You'll get there.

I got no doubt.

So what can I do for you, love?

Ah!

-Fridge.
-Sweet.

What do you know about
Marlon Lowe?

Uh, he was a boxer.

Yeah, I know that. But why did
he quit, right in his prime?

Dunno.

Shook a lot of people though.

What's for dinner?

-Mum!
-Salmon burgers, no buns.

-Kachumber salad.
-Ah. So you was listening.

Always.

Here you are arguing
with Lenny Lowe

on the night he was kidnapped.

This is 11 minutes before
he disappeared.

Argue, yeah.

Kidnap, na.

-What were you arguing about?
-It's personal.

-Unrequited love?
-Oh, come on.

He's a bit young, even for me.

I used to manage Lenny,
and when he left

he screwed me over on a fight.

He owes me.

How did you intend to
recoup your losses?

That's what I was discussing
with Lenny.

Got a bit aggy.

It was a perfectly
reasonable question.

Where'd you go after the fight?

Home. With my bloke.

You can check the CCTV
if you like.

I thought your bloke was
in prison?

My other bloke.

So who d'you think's taken
Lenny then?

-Your guess is as good as mine.
-Oh.

We are in the shit then,
ain't we?

You used to promote
Marlon Lowe,

when he first started boxing,
didn't you?

Yeah, he boxed with us
from the age of ten.

How did you feel when he
left you for the big guns?

Started making them money
instead of you?

After all you did for him.

Uh, It was irksome at the time.

But he's no one anymore.

A sad, faded star.

What about your Jazz Mallick...

he's losing his touch
a bit, no?

An off day.
You can't win 'em all.

You guys must know
how that feels.

Now, if there's...

nothing else?

We'll be in touch.

Thank you for your time Nora.

Aw, it's always nice to have
a lil' catch up, innit?

Mum, "Crime Catchers" is on.

Coming!

Can you bring me
some ice cream?

I thought you were doing
low carbs?

-Eeh. Plus treats, innit.
-Huh.

Oi.

Salted caramel, yeah?

Plus treats!

- Um.
- Mmm...

Tsk. Have you still got your
old FoodFast uniform?

Somewhere. Why?

Nothing. I just thought
I'd, uh, wash it

and return it for you.

Looks like my old
maths teacher.

Your nanaji used to say
that the public

are the police's greatest
resource.

And the ones that do
all the crimes

so swings and roundabouts,
innit?

So the uniform?

Stair cupboard. Maybe.

I'll get it.

You can tell that shady crew
they still owe me

for my last shift.

Mr. Clayton!

GCSE maths.

Tsk. Was always something
suspect about him.

Hello?

Got one of those for me?

Whiskey?

Yeah, help yourself.

Where you been?

I...just wanted to give
you two some space.

Oh...

I-I was...

thinking I could go stay at
my mum's for a bit, you know?

Ah, don't be daft,

you're always welcome here,
mate.

We gotta stick together.

Man, these are good.

Mm.

Hello?

Send me a pin.

A what?

A drop pin. Your location.

Yeah.How d'you send
a drop pin?

Oh, can't you just
write it down?

What?!

Alright, hold on.

Alright, go for it.

Meet us round
the back of Unit 9,

Lime Road Industrial Estate.

Oh!

Argh! Work! Work!

Please leave
your message after the tone.

Inspector! I know where
Lenny Lowe is!

White transit seen on
Belle Vue Avenue

on CCTV of the neighbouring
house, just before the fight.

I've checked the plates,
they're fakes.

Then here, same van
seen on CCTV at 11:12,

driving down junction road
heading towards Slough.

One new message.

Inspector,
I know where Lenny Lowe is.

Meet me at Lime Road
Industrial estate

in Slough as soon as possible.

Oh, at BuyFreshMart, hurry.

Keep tracking that transit.

-I've gotta nip out.
-Yeah.

He's late.

Says he's two minutes away.

Oh, what!

Oh, shit!

Oh, ffff...

Seriously?

Alright, officer?

Your left rear brake
light's out.

Oh, shit.

Sorry about that, mate.

I'll-I'll get it sorted.

Could I ask you to step out
of the vehicle, please?

Food delivery!

Make sure you get
that sorted, yeah?

Yeah, sound, man.
First thing tomorrow.

I-I really need to go, mate.

Oh, yeah? Where you off to?

Eh?

Uh, I need to pick up Bella,

me daughter, from her mums.

Bella? My daughter's
called Bella!

-No way.
-Yeah, ha-ha!

Look, there she is!

Oh, she's into
her footie then?

Oh, yeah.
Future star in the making.

She's only ten and she's
in the Arsenal academy.

-Sweet.
-Yeah.

-You must be dead proud, man.
-Oh, yeah.

Look, here she is in action.

That's her dressed as
a mascot when she was six.

Oh, bless her.

That's her at training camp.

That's her with her nan,
life long Arsenal fan,

always wanted me to
play for them but,

didn't quite work out.

That's her on match day.

Ooh, it's the last game of
the season--

Oh, mate, I-I've really
gotta shoot.

She scored a hat-trick.

That's her in her new kit...

Ah. Damn! Responding.

Gotta go.
You take it easy, man.

Yeah. You too.

-Nice talking to you.
-Yeah, sweet.

Oh, shit!

Call, do not answer.

Argh! Give me a break!

Hmmm. Nice of you to
turn up, finally.

Inspector! No. No no no.

Oh, no!

What emergency
service do you require?

Am-ambulance!
It's an emergency.

Can you give reception
your nephew's details please?

Sorry.

-Any news about my nephew?
-Hold on.

Currently having a CT scan.

Why? What for?

Is it, is it a bleed on the
brain, because that's bad.

I-I know that is bad.
Isn't it?

I can't tell you anything more
I'm afraid,

the doctor will find you
in due course.

Now please, take a seat.

Ah, oooh, ah, argh.

Hi...

Hi, Tez?

Where are you?

- At the General. Hospital.
- General what?

Why? What happened?
Have you crashed the van?

No.

Have you had
a heart attack?

- No, Tez.
- A stroke?

Look, will you stop worrying?
I am fine.

I'm, here to see a friend.

So, I'm taking
the bus to training then?

Ugh.

You still on shift?

You must be exhausted.

An news on my nephew?

-DCI, um, Pete Burton?
-Hold on.

We await lab reports

on the blood that was found
at the warehouse.

And we hope to get
CCTV footage of the SUV

that ran over our colleague...

Detective
Chief Inspector Burton.

Pete remains unconscious.

I will of course let you know
if there's any updates

from the hospital,
but, um, in the meantime,

I would suggest that we all
pray to the God of our choice.

Has anyone seen DS Mint?

No, Sir.

Thanks.

Hello, partner, me again.

Apparently some coma patients
can still hear everything,

so maybe if I keep talking

I can just annoy you back
into the world.

Because I know I can be very...

tsk, annoying.

You know if my pops had
made it this far...

I would have played him old
Mohammed Rafi songs

and filled the room
with the smell of home.

Come on, inspector.

Tsk. Mm. It's a long shot.

Really?

You brought a picnic?

Mint! No, I didn't, I-I...

Look, if I don't eat I'll cry

and I ugly cry really badly.

So arrest me.

Or?

Chutney?

Yeah.

Lenny Lowe was definitely
in that warehouse.

How on earth did you
work that out?

Nice.

You hear that boss?

Oh!

Sheesh! I need to go.

Shall I, um...

carry on with my
investigations then?

Find anything interesting,
call me.

Yeah, I swear!

Pulled me over,
dodgy brake light.

- Really?
- Dead straight.

That is why I was late.

When I got there,
y-you'd gone!

I've got the money.

You've got one more
chance. Await instructions.

What money?

What were you late for?

What's going on, Con?

Are you in on this
whole kidnap?

-You trying to fleece me?
-No, Marl! I swear!

On my Bella's life, man.

I-I set up an exchange
to get Lenny back,

but then the, uh,
police pulled me over...

Exchange of what?

What, all of it?

Where the hell d'you get this?

-It's not real, man.
-You what? That's fake?

You tried to rescue my brother
with fake money?

I was just trying to help!

Trying to help get him
killed, Con?

Mrs. S. What are you doing here?

I've come to pick up Tez.
Can't find him. Again.

How are you?

Stressed out.

How are you?

Worried.

Scared.

Furious, all of this

on top of hormonal
hijack, it's...

it's a bit bloody much,
frankly.

I've got an idea.

Right. Orthodox stance.

Left foot forward,
right behind.

No, swap legs.

Okay, remember what I said,
gloves up. Protect your face.

Make sure you can still
see though, yeah?

Right, good. I'm gonna talk you
through a few basic punches.

Give me an upper cut.
No, that's a cross.

An upper cut, like this...

Mum! What you doing?

-Shhhh!
-Now jab, cross.

Mum, get outta there.
It's not funny.

-You'll pull something.
-Don't stop.

All the pain, all the stress,
the injustice.

Whatever's bothering you.
Whoever. Own it. Use it.

-Yes!
-Mum!

Go on, girl!

That's what I'm talking about!

Go on, girl!

Ahh. Marlon Lowe.

All my dreams have come true.

- Funny.
- Alright.

I knew this day would come.

You returning,
tail between your legs.

I didn't know
it would feel so good.

What news?

-I'll do it.
-Ah.

-You won't regret it, babe.
-You sure about that?

Who's my opponent?

Billy McAdam.

Billy The Killer McAdam?

Who knew, mummyji?

Nice work, lady.

-How do you feel?
-Better. Weirdly.

Thank you, darling.

Oh, I need to go. I said I'd,
um, check in on Rose.

Yeah, please. Tell her I'll,
swing by for a check up later.

Please just talk to me!

What's going on?

Ah, come on, man!

Rose?

- Who is it?
- It's Mrs. Sidhu.

I bring crisps
and ginger ale.

-Hi!
-Hi.

-Oh, thank you.
-How are you?

Okay.

Come in.

Make yourself comfy
and I'll put the kettle on.

-Mm-hm.
-Yeah.

-You alright?
-Oh. Oh, yes! Good, yeah.

I was, um, just looking
at your scan photo.

Brings it all back.

How are you feeling?

Urgh. Sick.

In every way.

Come on, come on.

Yes, Marlon. One.

-Two.
-Marl? Marl?

What are you doing?

-Training.
-One.

- What for?
- A fight.

He what?

-I'm doing a fight.
-You can't.

All the greats retire
then make a comeback.

Michael Jordan, Tina Turner,

Frank Sinatra, Jay Z.

Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure
Jay Z didn't have

a potentially fatal
brain aneurysm.

He what?

No. I'm not hiding it any more.
That's why Marl quit.

- He's got a brain aneurysm.
- Just one fight.

Live streaming,
pay per view. Gate.

They're talking half a million.
Even if I lose.

- Unlicensed?
- Yeah, so?

-What planet are you on?
-One fight.

One fatal blow.

When? Whe-when is this fight?

-Friday.
-Friday?

They bumped an opponent,
say they can make

a load more on pay per view
if I do it.

Yeah, course they can!
Ex-pro fighting unlicensed?

Risking his life.

What choice do I have?

Yeah, it's fine. It's fine.
Do it as quick as you can.

The sooner we get it sent over,
the sooner it's sorted, okay?

Sir. Uh, traces of blood
found in the warehouse

on Lime Road Industrial estate
are a match with Lenny Lowe.

We know he was there.

So, you need to ascertain
where he is now.

-And if he's still alive.
-Sir.

-Boss.
-DS Mint.

We've identified the vehicle
that run Pete over.

Show me.

Tyre tracks found close
to the spot

where DCI Burton was found
unconscious

match a black Mercedes
Benz SUV.

Which was then seen
on CCTV on Lime Road

driving away from the estate,
at 9:57 p.m.

Just moments after DCI Burton
was found.

The same vehicle was later
spotted on CCTV

with different plates,
driving on the A308 near Bray.

So how do you know it was
the same vehicle?

Both vehicles are identical
bar the regi plates.

And look at these, distinct mud
marks on the rear tyres

and left hand side of the body.

Right, so get tracking it then.

Of course, sir. We're on it.

De Vries.

Yes, sir, let me bring you
up to date.

Agnessa!

He's what?

-He's gonna do a fight.
-What?

To get the money for Lenny?

Yeah.

Oh, my! That's perfect!

-Oh, Marlon, he's an angel.
-No.

He's an angel with
a death-wish.

Rose, Marlon has
a brain aneurysm.

-He what?
-That's why he retired.

He has a brain aneurysm.

If he gets in that ring
it could all be over.

Oh, God.

I've tried to stop him
but he won't listen.

And I feel like
I'm watching him

drop off a cliff and I...

I can't break his fall.

That's it,
keep going forwards. Harder.

Good, good, good!

-Iced coffee please.
-Mrs. Sidhu! You found us!

With you in a sec.

Yeah, of course, Rose.

Haven't had contact for months.

She became a bit reclusive
after she got pregnant.

So where do you know her from?

The shelter.

I was still living there when I
started working for you.

Of course.

You were so broken.

And look at you now.

So...

so Rose was living there too?

She moved in...a few weeks
after me.

And what had happened to her?

Don't know the details.

You learn not to ask why
someone's in a shelter.

But she said she'd been
trafficked.

God.

Where? By-by whom?

She didn't say.
I didn't push.

But she did say they were
after her for money. Thousands.

That's how they work.
They trap you in a debt

that never goes down.

How do you know Rose?

I'm, I'm working for her
boyfriend's brother.

-Marlon Lowe?
-Exactly.

Is Rose okay?

No.

Confidentially, her boyfriend
has been kidnapped.

Lenny? God.
And you think?

I think that they are
coming after Rose

through her boyfriend.

Whose brother is like
crazy rich

and they could make a pile off.

Was crazy rich.

Never...

We all had it in there.

That fear.

That he or they might come
for you again.

It never leaves you.

Do you know
who trafficked Rose?

No.

You'd have to ask her.

-Please. Don't do it.
-Gem.

Your mum'll be turning
in her grave.

-It's too late now anyway.
-It's not.

-You want me to let Lenny die?
-You want me to let you die?

-I have intel.
-Go on.

A motive
for Lenny's kidnap,

and I'm close to working out
who has taken him.

Right, I see.

I can't tell you
over the phone.

Okay?

You never know,
DS Mint, who might be listening.

Can you meet me later?

I reckon that could be
possible.

Excellent.

Alright, thanks, mum.
Gotta go.

Mum?
Oh, that is so sweet.

I'd would be proud to
call you m...

Oh, sorry. Is that code?

How is vehicle tracing going,
DS Mint?

Getting there, sir.

Yes, well, put your foot down!

Rose! Hello!

Oh. Hi, Mrs. Sidhu.

Auntie patrol,
just checking in with you.

Oh, yeah. I'm just going
to the... for a walk.

Yeah, I can't stay inside
any more. It's too much with

Lenny missing and Marlon
is doing a fight tomorrow

to get the ransom money
for Lenny, but...

but he should not be fighting
because he's got this

brain thing and,
and it could kill him,

and it's all a mess,
Mrs. Sidhu.

And it's all
my fault! I...

Let's, um...

let's walk together, shall we?

Yeah, yes.

Thank you.

Rose, I think you know who took
Lenny, don't you?

No.

I was talking to your
friend Agnessa, today.

She used to work for me.

And she told me,
what happened to you.

Come, sit. Come.

Breathe. Breathe,
breathe, breathe.

None of this is your fault.

None of it.

But you might be able to
help Lenny now.

If you can tell me anything

you remember about the people
who took you, anything.

They kept us in this caravan.

It was horrible...

the smell...

it got into your skin,
it never scrubbed away.

We burnt it down
when we escaped.

Lenny doesn't know any of this.

Where did they take you?

Rose?

Oh. Next left.

Ugh.

This is grim.

Premium or regular?

Regular. Please?

-You can leave it with us.
-Oh.

We're in a bit of a rush,
actually.

Can wait over there.

Oi! Get off you're fat arse
and get back to work, yeah!

Here we go.

One second, off.

Smooth.

White transit, wonky plates.

He'll be available for
press calls in 15 minutes.

How's live stream
pre-sales looking?

Off the chart, babe.

Sweet.

No, Sidhu.

S for sugar, I for India,
D for dog, H for house,

U for umbrella.

I'm checking in on my nephew.
Pete Burton.

Burton, B forbadthameez...

Yes, I will hold, thank you.

Well, come on, I wasn't
gonna do my first stake out

on an empty stomach, was I?

I made two of everything.
Meat, vegetarian or vegan?

All of them?

Hello?
Mrs. Siddle?

Hello? Yes?

How is he?

You better hope big brother
pays up soon, eh?

-Mm-mm?
-Rise and shine.

We have movement.

It's Tez, I better take it.

- Hello?
- Mama?

Hang on.

Hello, my darling son,
good morning, how are you?

- Mum, what's wrong?
- Nothing.

Why are you talking
funny?

Why didn't you
come home last night?

- I, um, was on a sleepover.
- A sleepover.

- Hm-mm. Yes, sort of.
- Like at someone's house?

Like a man's house?

Go on. Put him out his misery.

Hi, Tez, it's me Sargent Mint.

Oh, hi. Wait,
you two had a sleepover?

Mm-hm.

Oh. Movement off road.

Uh, Tez darling,
is it important?

Only I'm in the middle of
a stake out.

- Take out? Tonight?
- Yes, good idea.

Go ahead, get one on me.
Thai? Chinese? Lebanese?

I don't mind. Gotta go. Bye.

Right! Where the hell is
DS Mint?

Hmm? Any ideas?

She is three hours
and thirty two minutes late.

No? Right.

Detective Constable Winter,

get DS Mint on the phone,

As in now!

Sir.

Arghh.

Ah, fuck.

Ohh!

Oh!

- Mum?
- Hello?

Is Mrs. Sidhu there?

Yeah, she's not here
right now.

Can I help you?

Do you wanna book catering?

It's the same van,
isn't it?

Yes, it is.

DS Mint calling for back up
and a search warrant.

Littlehook Farm,

near Littlehook Village,
just outside Berkshire.

I'm sharing my location
with you now.

- Shee!
- It's them!

Will you hurry the hell up,
Sheila?

Can't we just beat them to
a pulp with one of my shoes?

No. Unfortunately.
We do this by the book.

Which means you stay out of
the action.

-Got it?
-Absolutely.

- Who is it?
- Uh. It's Tez.

Are you alright?

-No. Yeah.
-I-I called you an ambulance.

They said they're gonna
be like half an hour,

you gonna be alright?

Uh... I'll see
if I can get them to

bump you up in the queue, yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah, please.

Do you wanna beer, mate?

Yeah, go on.

Nooo!

She's like...

bleeding and in a lot of pain.

Uh...

How long?

An hour now?

Shit.

Right, uh..

What if we don't have an hour?

No, you're alright, thanks.

Um, call you back.

Nearly here?

Please say yes!

I'm gonna run towards
the danger.

What?

I'm gonna drive you.

You'll be alright, yeah?

Don't worry.

Ahhhhhh!

Oi!

-Shit!
-Lenny Lowe!

You going somewhere?

What are you doing?

They may already be getting
away. We have to do something.

Mrs. Sidhu!

-Shhhhh. You'll blow my cover.
-What cover?

Baby's heart-rate's dropping.

Your girlfriend,
what's her name?

Uhh, Rose.
She's not my girlfriend.

It's not my baby.
I'm just the driver!

Okay, give all the details
you know to reception, please.

Is she gonna be okay?

Good luck, babe.

You smash this, okay?

Mrs. Sidhu, we need to
wait for back up!

I've got your back,
have you got mine?

Shit.

Advise units, we are around the
side of the large barn

to the right of the
farm house!

Approach with caution.

They've got armed police
out there. You're surrounded.

Why don't you just shut it, eh?

-Just shut your hole.
-You don't have to do this.

I'm gonna be a dad.

-My girl, she needs me.
-Your girl?

Yeah, she like the others

thinks we bring them
over here for free!

It's her that got you into
this shit in the first place.

-Your little Rose.
-What?

You do not have to say
anything.

But it may harm your defence

if you do not mention
when questioned

something which you
later rely on in court...

If she just paid the debt off
in the first place,

you wouldn't be here.

Yeah, I'd be pissed off
too mate.

Women, eh. You can't live
with them, you can't...

Well actually, you just can't.

Well, you're no longer
in a hurry to

get back to her now, are ya?

-And that's a good thing.
-Stop.

You see, I don't think
you're gonna make it

through this, Lenny.

'Cause I'm getting out of here,
and you...

Well, you're gonna be
my human shield.

Any last words, Lenny?

You shouldn't have
told me all that.

Because now,
I'll take all the bullets,

as long as one of them gets you.

-Who the hell are you?
-Oh, darling.

Please don't
wave that thing around.

I'm, um, I'm here to see Shee.

-Oh, yeah? Why?
-I'm a friend of hers.

Yeah, well,
Shee doesn't have any friends.

A-a business friend.
Here to discuss an order.

From overseas.

Gav! What's the police
doing here, you idiot?

What're you doing,
hey, lying to me?

Yeah! Doing deals behind my back

with your overseas pal
over there?

Gav!

Shit.

Mint. Mint!

Argh!

Lenny! Le...

You don't know what this
scumbag deals in.

I do. I do.

So give me one good reason
why I shouldn't shoot?

-Actually, I can't.
-What?

Please, please don't, please!

No, the world is better off
without some people.

I, um, I could say that,

he rushed you
and the gun went off.

Go ahead.

As long as you can
live with it.

Please don't, please, please.

And as long as you can look
your daughter in the eye...

when you have to teach her
right from wrong.

Mrs. Sidhu? Drop it!

What on earth!
What on earth! You didn't...

Oh, don't be silly. Would I?

Now get out of here, pronto.

-You mean I've gotta run again?
-Yes!

Ambulance please,

Littlehook Farm,
we have a gunshot wound.

Mrs. Sidhu, now is really
not a good time.

Oh. Right, okay,
yeah, yeah, hold on.

Marl, it's for you.

Hello?

Tez?
Where are you?

I'm at the hospital
with Rose.

The ambulance wasn't
gonna make it on time.

- I had to drive.
- Is she okay?

There was complications,
she's in surgery.

No, you don't have a choice.

My girls been brought in.
Rose Petrov.

Hold on, please.

Oh, my God!

I'm Lenny Lowe.

Yeah, wash your hands,
and sanitize.

Hey, hey, hey.

Oh, my God, Lenny!

Oh!

You're here!

-Oh, God, you're safe!
-You're safe!

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

She's beautiful.

-Look, it's your daddy!
-Hello.

Oh, this is the best moment
of my life.

I should get kidnapped
more often.

Stop making me laugh,
it hurts!

-Lenny.
-Yeah?

What happened...

it was my fault.

-I need to tell you--
-No, you don't.

You don't.

I thought I was tough.

You're a bloody warrior, babe.

And then you go and do this.

Oh!

Bro, don't you do
that to me again, yeah?

Just keeping you on your toes?

Oh, Rose. She's an angel.

It's your family.

Hello.

Okay.

-Boss?
-Ah...

Inspector?

-Y'alright?
-Never mind us. How are you?

Well, yeah.

- Had better days.
- Hm.

Oh, and, and better meals,
what is that?

Mm, some sort of dumpling?

Hold on.

-Do you want me to call Janine?
-No.

Na. I've got enough company.

I know.
Lot of thanks.

Oh, my God.

-What?
-The cleaner.

Its Mrs. Ramgharia,
nosey foghorn neighbour.

I heard her husband's
business was in trouble...

Don't look. Don't look!

-Well done, son.
-Oh.

Told you I can do it
without you.

Not talking about the food.

All I did was drive.

Never underestimate
the driver...

the cleaner.

The cook.

Now go, you go first.
Give me those.

Ah, alright.

-See you later.
-See you.

Erm...

Fresh laddoo.

I always make too many.

You should come over
sometime for a cuppa chai.

It's...Kavita, right?

Right, okay, comrades.

Whose gonna fill me in?

Well, which bit do you want to
know first?

-The new-born baby?
-Hm? The stake out?

Or the shoot out?

Oh, can you pass me
that plate, darling.

-I'll fill you in.
-I'm sorry?

So, when did it start?
At the barn?

Well, it was just before the
barn, she figured out...