All language subtitles for rrg a 2_English

SANDY: 'Am I the love of your life?

'Am I, Grace?

SHE GIGGLES
'You're so boring!'

Glenn?

Hey, morning.
Life-saver.

Got an early one.
No problem, go!

Dad!
Hey, you all right?

Breakfast, what do you want?
Eggs, porridge or cereal?

You know I'm an expert in all three.
Since when?

Well, since I went
to cooking school.

You did not go to cooking school.

Yes, I did go to cooking school.
Hold on, you calling me a liar?

Yeah. Yeah!
What you saying? No, no.

You saying Daddy's a liar?
I'm not a liar! I'm not a liar!

Do it a little bit, not all the way
over it, like that. That's nice.

Right, kids.
Get your stuff, let's go!

CHILDREN GIGGLE

I'll drop 'em off, if you like.
Would you? That'd be amazing.

Look, Ari,
I just wanted to say that...

..I'm ready.

To talk...

..move back in. I don't know,
make a plan to move back in?

OK. Good to know.

HE SIGHS
Oh, come on, this is silly.

Look, you said you wanted
your space, and all right, fine,

I ran away to Roy's,
but come on, we can fix this.

I'm just not there yet, Glenn.
That's all I can tell you.

Why is it that I'm being pushed out
and I'm not the one who cheated?

I'm sorry.

SHE SIGHS

It's OK.

I'm asking a lot, I know I am.

It's just...

..something I need.

CHILDREN LAUGH

Better get 'em to school.

DOOR OPENS,
CLOSES

Come back to bed.
Got to see my tutor.

Then I have a lecture.

On what?

Galbraithian challenges
in today's workforce.

Lucky you.
Yeah.

Faced with that or a morning
in bed with you, it's a no-brainer.

Oh!

Can you give this to Wesley?

He left it when he came over
the other night.

DOOR OPENS,
CLOSES

DIAL TONE

'Please leave your message
after the tone.'

Hey...

Thought we didn't have secrets.

Especially one Wesley's in on
and I'm not.

Call me back.

TRUCK HORN HONKS

HORN HONKS,
TYRES SKID

CRASH

DISTANT SCREAM

OVERLAPPING SIRENS

SHE COUGHS

MUFFLED: Are you injured, concussed?
You hurt in any way?

Er, n-no, I don't think so.
Have a seat for a moment.

Just for a moment.
WOMAN: Interveinal arteries.

Artery compressions.
RADIO BEEPS

Hi, it's... it's Carly.
Yeah, I've been in an accident.

Oh, no, no, I'm fine. I...
I just don't know when I'll be in...

WOMAN: Over here!
OK.

Pupils fixed and dilated.
Come on. Over, over, over.

There's no pulse.
Right, take over. Compressions.

Right, round to head,
stabilisation, please.

What? Is he...?
Gary, call stabilisation, please.

Excuse me, madam?

If you wanna head out of the road,
go to the pavement.

I'm PC Dan Paxton.

Because you've been involved
in a road traffic collision,

I need to take a breath specimen.

So if you could blow
into this mouth piece here.

Give me a nice big blow.

BREATHALYSER BEEPS
That's great, perfect, thank you.

I'm afraid to tell you
you've failed the test.

Carly Chase, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of driving

while under the influence
of alcohol.

You were up early.

Yeah, Ari had an eight o'clock, so
I said I'd run the kids to school.

OK, well, that sounds promising.
Yeah, I hope so.

Superintendent Grace
at a humble hit-and-run.

What is the world coming to?

Yeah, witnesses are talking about

a blue pick-up truck
fleeing the scene...

I'll hear it from DC Nicholl,
thank you. Ah.

I'm over here
when you're ready to talk.

Is it the familiar tone

or the absolute refusal
to take a hint?

Winning blend of the two?

Nick, I understand
it might be deliberate?

Yeah, possibly.

Victim is an Anthony Robinson,

according to a Beacon University
ID card found in his bag.

What about this blue pick-up?

So, it's knocked our cyclist
into the path of a lorry

and then drove off at speed.

Where does the grey Golf fit in?

TBC, but the driver, Carly Chase,
just failed a breath test.

We need to trace this pick-up
as a priority.

I want all CCTV pulled

from local businesses and shops
before it's wiped, OK?

Yes, boss.

Is that from the pick-up?
Serial number should tell us.

But it's only attached
with a bit of glue and wire.

Could help us trace the pick-up.

Norman, Bella.

Found something else
inside the deceased's backpack.

Right, I'm guessing
they're not paracetamol.

Probably not, but if this
is foul play, that could be motive.

Bleak House.

I might've finished it
if I had that version.

DRIVER:
They just came out of nowhere!

Lorry driver?
Yeah, er, Roger Ferguson.

He's passed a breath test.

He just didn't have time
to brake or dodge the cyclist.

Go and see if he's OK.

Erm, maybe get him to run through
what happened again,

if he's up to it.

'Uncanny.'
'What?'

'Spinella.'

He practically beat us to it today.

Yeah. Just like Bishop's house.
And Sophie Carrington's, remember?

He was there
before the cordon went up.

How's he doing it?
Has he got an inside man? A mole?

You are giving him
way too much credit.

Then how?

KNOCK ON DOOR

I appreciate that talking
to two complete strangers

is probably the last thing
you wanna be doing right now.

So... we can wait,
or if you have a mate

you would like to call
that could come over, that's OK.

Me and Tony, we just sort of lived
in each other's pockets, so...

..I think I've driven
all my mates away.

Do you mind telling me
how you and Tony met?

We met in New York,
in Washington Square.

Where they play chess?
Yeah.

Yeah, where they play chess.

Erm...

I was on my summer holiday
after my first year,

and Tony had just done
his first year at Harvard.

So he dropped out to come here?
Yeah.

His parents went nuts, but...
that was Tony.

Once he made his mind up... Sorry.

No, please, look,

I'm sorry that we have to ask you
these questions.

Laura?

At some point, we're going to need
somebody to identify Tony's body.

If you're not up to it, that's OK.

I think Tony's parents should do it.

We found something
in Tony's backpack...

..that we need to talk to you about.

Was Tony dealing?

Bit of ecstasy around campus?
Low-level stuff, maybe?

Are you...
You're sure that's Tony's?

You said that there were
other vehicles involved.

Pretty sure. It was in his backpack.

In intent-to-supply quantities.

So you're gonna make it
all about that now?

No, we're not.

The only reason
I'd be interested in the drugs

is if they had a bearing
on Tony's death.

Well, how could they?

The pick-up truck that flipped Tony

under the wheels of the artic
fled the scene.

So right now, we can't rule out
the possibility

that this was murder,
not an accident.

OK. Thanks, Nick.

So, you uttered the grand total
of 12 words in there?

Ari?

At this point, all I can think is,
what is the problem?

You know, what's the hitch?

So ask her.
I did.

She says she doesn't know.

Just something that she needs.

Maybe she's just fallen out of love.

You two are gonna work through this,
I know you are.

So, what did you make of Laura?

She's, er...

'Well, she's devastated, obviously.'

'I think she's scared.'

TONY: 'Hey.
Thought we didn't have secrets.

'Especially one Wesley's in on
and I'm not.

'Call me back.'

DOOR OPENS

Is my solicitor here yet?
No, not yet.

Sit down, please.

Carly Chase,
I'm re-arresting you on suspicion

of causing death while driving
under the influence of alcohol.

He's...
I'm afraid so.

SHE EXHALES

I crashed to avoid him.

The cyclist. I mean, he...

He was on the wrong side
of the road.

You'd best save that
for your interview.

James.

Carly.

Let's see if we can
sort this mess out, shall we?

The inquiry into the hit-and-run
death of Tony Robinson

has been named Operation Violin.

Glenn will be serving as
Deputy Senior Investigating Officer.

Nick, could you run us through

the highlights
of the witness statements, please?

OK, so, seems like
Tony turned into the street

on the wrong side of the road,

causing the silver Golf
to swerve into the taxi office.

Tony was then hit
by the blue pick-up,

which had just run through
a red light.

He was then flipped across the road,
right under the wheels of the artic.

So, what about the driver
of the grey Golf?

Carly Chase. In custody,
having failed a second breath test.

So the driver of the pick-up

probably fled the scene
for obvious reasons -

stolen vehicle, no insurance,
worried about being breathalysed,

could've been carrying something
incriminating.

Probably, but not certainly?
Yeah, well...

Glenn.

Yeah. There's a detail of, as yet,
unknown significance

that we need to factor in.

Tony was carrying
intent-to-supply quantities

of what we now know to be ecstasy.

So if he was dealing,
even just on student campus,

and pissed someone off,
that could be motive.

So until we know different,
we're treating this as murder.

Nick, can you head down to the uni,
find out if he was dealing?

And if so, to who?

Yeah, and anything on his supplier
would be good, too.

And I've been on the phone
to the NYPD.

They've informed his parents,
Pat and Fernanda Robinson,

of their son's death.

What do we know about them,
the parents?

Just that Pat Robinson
is a Wall Street accountant.

Runs one of the city's biggest firms
on the Upper East Side.

OK. And what about the driver
of the artic?

Erm... Ferguson?

It wasn't just the crash
eating him -

he's in bother on his driver hours.

He was over?
Well over.

Says his refrigeration unit
was on the blink,

and he was carrying
perishable seafood.

OK. But there's no indication
that fatigue

might've influenced his actions,
then?

Witnesses agree he didn't have time
to brake, and CCTV supports that.

Then he's not our primary lead.

Our priority is to find the driver
of that pick-up

because at the very least,
he's facing a manslaughter charge.

Guys, we've just got our first
screen grab of the blue pick-up.

Who are you?

Nadiuska has completed
the postmortem

on a previously healthy
21-year-old American national,

provisionally identified
as Tony Robinson.

We found some blue paint transfer
on the right shoulder of his jacket,

probably where
the pick-up struck him.

That transfer is consistent with
an abrasion to the right shoulder.

I found evidence
of severe and widespread trauma

consistent with
multiple internal injuries.

And that was cause of death?

I'm confident it was, yeah.

I've sent off blood and other
fluid samples for drug testing.

There's something else
you should see.

Is that what I think it is?
A bullet wound.

Long healed.

Discoloration suggests it was
sustained ten years ago minimum.

He was lucky he wasn't paralysed.

Well, his luck ran out.

Are you sure you wanna get rid?
You could get a grand, at least.

OK.

PHONE VIBRATES

# Happy birthday to you... #

PHONE VIBRATES

Norman?

Right, the prints off the wing
mirror belong to a Jason Charles.

'The driver of the pick-up?'
No, Charles is Black.

But his convictions for car crime

and his recent release
from Eastville prison

point to him knowing the driver.

'Good work. Check it out.'

Yeah, his parole sheet also says
he's working at a Charles Mechanics?

I reckon he fitted that mirror.

Malcolm Charles?

Yeah.
East Sussex CID.

We're looking for Jason Charles?

What's he supposed to have done now?

Well, that's between us and him,
isn't it?

Jason...
Oi!

Brats.

Jason! Don't be daft!

Let's go back inside.

Oi, Malcom.

You didn't get him, then?
No, we didn't get him.

You want a drink of water?

You want to get done
for obstruction? OK, OK.

Help us out, Malcolm.

It's in your interest and Jason's.

I told him I don't want him
doing any work,

paid or unpaid, on his mates' cars.
But...?

It was Monday or Tuesday.

He said he'd lock up
cos he had to finish a job.

Oi. That work?

That's the pick-up truck.

OK, you take a good look around
for me...

Ewan Preece.

'Preece is a 31-year-old dealer
serving the last three weeks

'of a six-year sentence
for drug offences.'

So... he's on day release,
presumably?

'From Eastville Prison.'

Now, he was supposed to be
on a construction site in Arundel

this morning, learning
the finer points of bricklaying,

but he didn't show.

Due back for lock-in, then,
presumably?

'Yeah, in half an hour.'

Call the prison.

If he's even a minute late,
I wanna hear about it.

'Yeah. Look, boss...'

Probably best to mention
that I know Preece of old.

I nicked him for joyriding
a while back,

tried to get him
on the straight and narrow.

'Ended up making a bit of a prat
of myself in the process.

'Hard to believe, I know.'
Very hard to believe, Norman (!)

'But I got him a job
at my uncle's lumber yard.

'Two days in,
he's got his hand in the till

'and a power drill down his pants.'

Sounds like he's graduated
to more serious stuff.

'Yeah.'

Boss, Preece was no angel.

'But killing a teenager?
I can't see him sinking that low.'

People change, Norman.
Usually not for the better.

There's a cheerful thought (!)

Plus, he's been in Eastville.

Who knows what kind of mentors
he met in there?

We suspect Tony was dealing.

And the man
who knocked him off his bike

has form in that department.

His name is Ewan Preece.

Have you seen him before, Laura?

Is it a name you might recognise?

Somebody Tony
might've talked about, maybe?

Look, if you're holding back
because you're scared...

..I understand, I really do.

But if you want justice for Tony,
we need to know what you know.

As in... everything.

SHE SNIFFS
I just...

I don't know
what you want me to say.

Look, we've spoken to Tony's tutor.

She was very surprised to hear
that he was involved in dealing.

Are you sure
you don't recognise him, Laura?

Yeah. I'm sure.

This is my card.

Call me anytime
if you want to talk...

or if you feel scared.

Anything, OK?

Thank you.

DOOR OPENS,
CLOSES

'Laid it on a bit thick in there.'

Think so?
Yeah, I mean...

maybe she doesn't know anything.

Glenn, if you think
she doesn't know anything,

then maybe you shouldn't be sitting
your inspector's exam.

Nice (!)

Well, go on, then, genius.
What do you think she's hiding?

I don't know.

Copper's nose.
I've just got a feeling.

Ah, so now you've got a feeling.

There is something we're not seeing.

PHONE VIBRATES

Norman?

'Boss, Ewan Preece -
he didn't make it back for lock-in.'

What's for dinner?
Shepherd's pie.

One of your favourites, isn't it?

Oh, can you remind me

to book a taxi to take you
to school tomorrow morning?

Ethan?

Book a taxi
to take me to school tomorrow.

Oh, ha-ha (!)

I could walk.

You'll never get up in time.
I could bike.

Lucas and Charlie bike,
and they live further away.

No. No way.
You are not biking to school.

Look...

..I've had a shit day.

OK?
Not as shit as that cyclist.

Ethan! What...?

Forget it.

Norman,
anything on Preece's location?

Yeah, his last known address
before he got sent down

is under surveillance -
house he shared with his sister.

Good. Glenn, can you head
down there, supervise? Yeah, sure.

Now, I had a chat with the governor
from Eastville.

Apparently, Preece shared a cell

with a Warren Tucker
until last year.

Warren Tucker, I know that name.
Heavy-duty villain.

Flooded coke into Brighton
in the noughties.

Doing life for double murder.

So Tucker and Preece were close?

As two coats of paint.

Governor split 'em up,
fearing Tucker's "undue influence".

What else have we got on Tucker?

He's a reputation for two things -
extreme violence

and schooling his younger employees
in the art of conducting business.

So, how much education
did Ewan enjoy

before the governor split them up?

Well, maybe you're right, boss.

Maybe Preece has changed

and he's not the harmless moron
that I remember.

We exercise extreme caution
when apprehending Preece.

Please convey that to the team.
Sure.

VOICEMAIL: 'Please leave
your message after the tone.'

BEEP
Jason...

It's me.

Forget your loyalty to Preece.

If you don't turn yourself in,
I'm coming over there myself.

Yeah. Later.

The parents are flying over
to view the body.

CLEO: Yeah.
I volunteered for the welcome party.

Great. Good, good.
You can calm the waters.

Do you think they'll be tricky?

Wealthy, Wall Street types...

They're probably gonna want answers.

And until we find Preece,
I'm not sure we can give them any.

Speaking of which...

Will you leave
that bloody thing alone?

Sorry.
I'm just checking surveillance.

Oh, yeah, I'm still waiting
on tox for Tony Robinson.

HE SIGHS

Sorry about the change of venue.
I... just want it to be...

Locked and loaded?

Ready.
THEY CHUCKLE

Beautiful.
SHE CHUCKLES

Happy anniversary.
Happy anniversary.

There's no going back now.

What do you mean?

Work is off limits
for the rest of the night.

WHISPERS: That is fine by me.
Liar!

I've been thinking about
speeding things up a bit.

We don't know how fast
either of us will sell our places...

Well, the agents say
it's a seller's market.

Oh, they always say that.

And then
there's buying a new place...

What are you suggesting?

Move in with me for a bit.

Call it a trial period.

What do you think?

Tomorrow?

What? I'll pack a suitcase tonight,
and I'll move in tomorrow.

What about Glenn?
He'll be fine.

He'll have the run of the place.
He'll love it.

Tomorrow? Why?

Because I don't wanna make
the same mistake twice.

Roy... I don't care what house,
flat, bed we're in.

I just wanna see you when I wake up
in the morning. That's it.

PHONE VIBRATES
Take it.

Glenn.

'You'd better check
the Argus website.

'Spinella's outdone himself.'

You just couldn't help it,
could you?

Thought you were supposed
to be with Cleo?

I was.

I'm not trying to undermine you,
Glenn.

I'm just checking in, that's all.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

It's just this Spinella thing.

How did he get to the mechanics'

while Norman and Bella
were still there?

GLENN SIGHS
Dunno.

Bring him in? Sweat him?

With what?

He'll just say it was
his keen journalistic instincts.

RADIO: 'All units,
all units from OP-six, be aware.'

We have an incoming on foot,

Marion Gardens
towards Maythorpe Road.

Cap's a match for the one
he was wearing at the garage.

OK, incoming is believed to be
the suspect, but... no positive ID.

'Now heading for the target house.'

Come on, what's the plan, boss?

Look, do we take him now,
or do we wait till he's inside?

Take him. Repeat, take him.

Armed police! Show me your hands!
Police!

Hands! Hands!

Hands! Down, down!

Get your hands on the floor, Preece!

Put your hands down on the floor!
Preece! You're under arrest.

He put you up to this, didn't he?

To flush us out,
see if we were watching you? What?

I'm just walking home.
Wearing your brother's clothes?

What's going on?
Evie.

Norman.

Where is he, Evie? Where's Ewan?

Just save us all a lot of bother
and tell us.

I don't know.

I don't!

Get her out of here.

Well, if this is Preece
trying to flush us out...

..he's picked the right spot.

Local police called
to a scene in Kemptown.

It's Malcolm Charles.

Gunshot wounds to the right arm...
and to the head.

Powder burn on the skin.

Up close and personal.

Professional, certainly.

They clearly knew
what they were doing.

Poor sod.
I feel bad at shouting at him now.

Ballistics?

Entry wound above the ear,
slightly lower exit wound,

giving us a downward trajectory.

No bullet inside.

Looks like he dug it out
and took it with him.

Very professional.

Which fits with the chest wounds.
Neat, precise...

Is that salt?
Yes.

Looks like he was tortured.

There's two reasons
you torture someone -

you're a sadist,
or you want information.

I know they're not
mutually exclusive, but...

what are we looking at,
if you had to pick?

The latter one, I'd say.

Given the neat, incremental wounds,

plus he took the trouble
to bring the salt to the scene.

Why would someone
torture Malcolm Charles?

No record,
no history of criminality.

Unlike his nephew, Jason.

Preece hears about Jason
doing a runner,

decides to get to him before us.

Malcolm refuses to give him up,
so...

Well, why?
Why would Preece go after Jason?

Shut him up.

About what?
Location, plans...

things they might have divulged
when they were inside.

But if he did send Tony
under the truck,

why isn't he lying low?

I don't know.

But right now, he's the only person

linking Malcolm Charles
to Tony Robinson.

And if you're right...

we need to find Jason
before Preece does.

Come on, Norman, you've nicked him.
Where do we start?

Well, Warren Tucker, I suppose.

Ethan?

I don't wanna make another one.

Another...?
Memory box.

What if you get into another crash?

What if you're not so lucky
next time?

I've got bad news for you, mate.

I'm not going anywhere.

You will never get rid of me.

Now, just do me a favour, yeah?

Keep your tracking app on
when you go out, OK?

Sure, Mum.

Would you like to follow me?

Mr and Mrs Robinson.

Cleo Morey.
Good afternoon.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

And having to travel so far
to be here.

I think you're both very brave.
Thank you.

This way.

Can I offer you a tea or a coffee?

No, thank you.

Thank you again
for making the journey here.

DS Moy and I are here to offer
as much illumination as we can

or try and answer
any questions you might have

about the circumstances
of Tony's tragic death.

I'm afraid your son suffered
serious abrasions in the accident.

I would recommend you look at Tony
through the viewing window.

I want to see him.

To hold him.

Hug him.

He's cold in there.

Yes, of course.

But please be prepared.

SHE SOBS

It's OK, I'm here now.

I'm here.

I'm here.

Tell us about the accident.

There were three vehicles involved.

Witness reports indicate...
We know that.

What we wanna hear is your progress.

Any news on the pick-up driver?

What about the trucker?

The driver of the pick-up
has not yet been found.

But our efforts are ongoing.

We will find him.

I... I'm sorry....

I'm just...
trying to make sense of it all.

Of course.

And as soon as we have
any more information,

we'll let you know.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

There's a designated area outside
if you'd like to smoke.

Sure thing.

Ethan!
You've got dentist on Thursday.

DOG BARKS DISTANTLY

Oh, get a grip, Carly.

MAN: 'Mr Jones
to the governor's office.

'Mr Jones to the governor's office.'
DOOR BUZZES

HE GRUNTS

PANTS HEAVILY

Evening, Warren.

DS Norman Potting.
WARREN GRUNTS

It's about Ewan.
You're well acquainted, aren't you?

WARREN SIGHS

Look, he didn't make it back
for lock-in.

He might be in some bother.
WARREN SIGHS

'Mr Sebden, can you make your way
to viewing, please?'

You know, me and you
have got something in common.

WARREN SCOFFS
Yeah.

You know, we both tried to help him.
Steer him.

More fool us, eh?

UNDER HIS BREATH: Yeah.

How about...
we give him another chance?

D'you know what sunk costs are?

An investment
that's already been made...

and can't be recovered.

When I was in business,

I knew loads of people
just didn't get that.

They're thinking
if they've lost a million,

well, they might as well blow
two or three.

Hang in there. See it through.

But not you?
Nah, not me.

I got a buzz
out of cutting my losses.

Walking away and never looking back.

No matter how much I put in,
how much I lost.

The more, the merrier.

Do you understand?

Ewan Preece... is a sunk cost?

First day of his parole,
he got shitfaced in the Bull

when he should've been on site
in Arundel.

He smashed his mirror
in a pub car park

and got it fixed, hoping
that I wouldn't hear about it.

I mean...
HE SCOFFS

Vain hope?
It was the deception I didn't like.

You're very well informed, Warren.

Preece is beyond help.

Right, so you don't believe
in second chances?

That was his second chance.

DOOR OPENS,
CLOSES

ROY: How d'you feel
about your brother getting out?

I feel... great about it.

You're close?
Yeah.

Not as close as you were, though?

Six years apart'll do that.

What about Warren Tucker?
Did he come between you?

Looked after Ewan. He was a mate.

Got him to do some A-levels.

Right.

Malcolm Charles.

SHE SCOFFS
If you're saying Ewan did this...

It's just... There's no way.

Right, then help us find him.
Eliminate him.

I don't know where he is, I swear.

You seemed frightened, Evie.

I've waited a long time
for him to get out.

Is it fair to say that prison
has changed Ewan?

How much of that is down to
Tucker's influence, do you think?

Tucker's son was a junkie,
killed himself.

He saw Ewan as,
I dunno, a surrogate?

Second chance?

Ewan was working
at a construction firm

as part of his day release.

He pranged their pick-up truck
on his first day, but he was...

more scared of Tucker's reaction
than the governor's.

Why was he scared?
Mm...

Had a few at lunchtime with a mate,
and the truck was company-use only.

Enough to nix his day release?

So he got Jason to fix the mirror,
no questions asked.

That's it.

No, that's not "it", Evie.

He put Tony Robinson
under the wheels of a truck.

We just don't know why.

SHE WHIMPERS

When did you last see him?

OK, yeah.

He let himself in this afternoon.
I was at work.

And you didn't see him?

No. I... did in the park.

He gave me his clothes to wear.

S-Said he needed to know
if it was safe

to stay a night at mine
before he got out.

So not only
did he callously use you,

he asked you to lie to us,
albeit by omission.

That is a serious offence, Evie.

How could you believe
a word he says? Hmm?

About the pick-up truck?
About what he has or hasn't done?

About anything, really?

Don't know.
SHE INHALES SHARPLY

Did he say where he was going?

He wouldn't tell me.

Said it was...
SHE SNIFFLES

..better if I didn't know.

GATE OPENS

SOFTLY: Shit.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

I was passing by.

SHE SIGHS
C'mon, Glenn.

Sorry about this morning.

No. No, look, I'm sorry.

For loitering with intent...

..and for putting you on the spot.

I mean, they're fair questions.
More than fair.

I'm sorry my answers
have been so vague.

All I can tell you is that...
I'm not trying to make a point...

..or hurt you or anything.

I just need to get my head straight.

OK. I got it.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

So, as soon as the press
get a sniff of Malcolm Charles,

we're gonna have a panic
on our hands.

We need to be ready.

Well, that's a relief.

I'm moving in with Cleo...

..tomorrow.

Wow.

Congratulations.
Thanks.

Just, er... Just one thing.

Am I out on my ear?

Not as long as you
continue feeding Marlon.

Are you gonna be all right?

Seriously?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, of course I am.

Don't need to worry about me, OK?
Old timer.

GLENN CHUCKLES

KNOCKING

DRIVER: Argh!

PANICKED BREATHING

Thank you for calling.
Yes, I'm outside the front now.

I'll see you in a minute.

DSI Grace! How goes it?

Any leads on Ewan Preece?

How'd you know about Preece?

Well... put two and two together.

"Two and two"?
Hm.

Care to elucidate?

Sure.

Your lot made a big noise outside
his sister's place yesterday,

and my man in Eastville says
that Ewan skipped lock-up.

Ergo, he's your hit-and-run driver.

But did he kill Malcolm Charles?

What were you doing
outside that mechanics'?

Answering a question with a question
is very Messianic.

And before you say "coincidence"
or "anonymous source"

or some other bullshit, know this -
your piece got Malcolm killed,

and now Jason has gone underground,

and our best chance
of finding Preece has gone with him.

What were you doing
outside the mechanics'?

My job - following a lead.
You should try it.

Ooh, careful.
You might do something you regret.

Hit me, for example.

That's a bad example.

OK. Look, my man at Eastville says

that Ewan and Jason
were cell-mates.

The mechanics' is down
on Jason's parole sheet

as his place of work.

Happy?

We hadn't identified Preece
as a suspect then.

So unless you had
and weren't sharing,

which is obstruction, in my book,
no, I'm not happy.

I know you're getting help, Kevin.

I just don't know how.

Who.

Sorry, you've lost me.

Oh, come on.
All these scoops, exclusives.

It's not because you're the
Carl Bernstein of Brighton, is it?

I don't know who that is.
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

That figures.

Well, thanks, Superintendent.
It's always a pleasure (!)

If you so much
as mention Preece's name -

in print, online, wherever -

it will be the last thing
you ever do.

JAMES: 'The time and date
of your court hearing has been set.

'It's next Tuesday at 11am.'

Right. Of course.
KNOCK ON DOOR

RECEPTIONIST:
Carly, your ten o'clock's here.

'My guess is you'll lose
your driver's licence for a year.'

A year?!

'Yes. Hopefully not longer.'

Well, how am I supposed to take
Ethan to school or get to work?

KNOCK ON DOOR
Just give me a minute, please?

'Everything OK?'
Yeah. Sorry.

'Ready for the address
for the magistrates'?'

Er...

Yep, ready.

Whatever it takes,
we have to find Ewan Preece today.

Where did he go
when he left his sister's?

Where'd he stash the pick-up?

We know he was in touch
with Jason from Eastville.

We do, but Jason's AWOL -
not a sniff.

OK, so who else? Check his
cell-mates, but don't stop there.

Who else was he close to
apart from Warren Tucker?

Who were his regular visitors?

Yeah, I paid Warren Tucker
a visit last night.

He's not gonna help.

Why not? His boy's in trouble?

He says Ewan is a "sunk cost".
Claims he's written him off.

Wow that's cold.

Yeah, IF we buy it.
I'm not sure you do.

OK, well, regardless of that,

they were kept apart
before Ewan's release,

so he had to make new pals
on the cell block - who were they?

Let's not forget his mates
before he went down.

He's got a long record.
I doubt he was offending on his own.

He wasn't. No, I know these boys
he used to knock about with.

I mean, "boys" - men now.

Well, let's pay them a visit.
And his family.

Oh, he hasn't got any family,
has he? Just the sister.

Oh, and by the way, we need to keep
looking over our shoulders.

Spinella?

I caught him today in the company
of Tony Robinson's father.

Ah, we can expect
some headlines, then?

"Victim's parents say police
are dragging their feet".

I think he's planning
more than that.

You give him too much credit.

That's exactly what I said.
Yes, you did.

and then he turned up
outside Jason Charles's front door.

We must not underestimate Spinella.

HE GASPS

Roger Ferguson - the lorry driver
who ran Tony over.

And that's Jason -

last seen outrunning Norman and I
on Kemptown Road.

Well, we got him in the end, eh?

Feels like a million years ago.

Preece is still the common thread.

He knew Jason from Eastville
and got him to fix his wing mirror.

We're still missing a why.

Even if Preece targeted Tony
over some drug deal...

why kill Ferguson?

Also, why stick around in Brighton?

Why put the bodies on display,
put them where they'll be found,

when you're wanted
for a hit-and-run?

Something's off.

Three murders. Three victims.

All of whom
we can link to your brother.

Where is he, Evie?

I just don't believe you when
you say you haven't got an inkling.

Hasn't been easy between you two,
has it?

We checked Ewan's visitation log
at Eastville.

You were a weekly fixture
for five years,

but since Christmas...
not one visit.

Had a falling-out.

I was so looking forward
to him coming home, moving back in.

We were in foster care together,
and...

..suddenly, he had other plans.

OK.

Tucker sorted him a place.

Ewan said it was near the harbour.

That's all I know.

OK, we're gonna pause it there
for a few minutes.

Excuse us, Evie.

DOOR OPENS

'So, the harbour...'

Check Tucker's assets,

any recent purchases
by close family members.

Also, a targeted ANPR
around the harbour

for Preece's pick-up truck.

We're close, Glenn. We're close.

Roy?

Cameras caught a blue pick-up
on Harbour Road

bearing various hallmarks
of Preece's truck.

Where did he end up?
We don't know.

Footage shows the pick-up entering
the harbour via the east entrance.

And after that, nothing -
trail goes cold.

Get on to the harbour.
Foursquare search?

And whenever the next sonar sweep
is due, bring it forward.

BELLA: It's Preece's pick-up.

Yeah, that's Ewan.

It's Ewan Preece.

CLEO: Doesn't look like
he made much effort to get away.

Suicide?

SHE SIGHS
Dead man's grip.

Rigor mortis?

Well, the suddenness
of immersion brings it on fast...

But not so fast
he couldn't let go of the wheel.

SHE SIGHS
What is it?

His hands have been glued
to the wheel.

Christ!

They say that drowning's
one of the worst ways to go.

So he was tortured, basically.

Malcolm Charles mark two.

Not quite. You asked me
if I thought Malcolm was tortured

for information or pure sadism.

I said the former.

But this looks like the latter?

The level of theatricality,
the preparation required,

the risks involved...
feels personal.

OK, so what're we looking at?

A cold-blooded killer
devolving into a psycho?

Or the change
speaks to the victimology.

From their injuries, I'd say Malcolm
and Jason aren't primary victims -

they were just a means to an end
to find Preece.

OK, so if not Preece, then who?

Who killed four people
without leaving a witness

or a single forensic trace?

Tucker?

We can't rule him out,
but we have to step back now.

Right back.

OK, in the light of Preece's death
it seems unlikely

that he meant to send Tony
under the wheels of the truck,

so we have an accidental death

that seems to have been a catalyst
for four murders.

We can't be sure about that.

No, but if all four murders
link back to Tony,

we have to ask ourselves why?

What is it about him?

Your investigation has been slow,

reactive and achieved
the square root of sod all -

something thrown into sharp relief
by the death of your prime suspect.

Turns out Preece is a victim -

indeed the victim
who's been made to suffer the most.

It would seem so, yes, sir.

You've wasted a day, and now
there's this to contend with.

Read the terms and conditions.

"£100,000 for information

"leading to the identity
of the suspect."

Talk about paraffin on the flames.

This is Spinella all over.

Not that you're obsessed with him
at all (!)

He has someone
in East Sussex Police.

Every crime scene, he's there
straight after us, sometimes...

Enough!

Stop fixating on Spinella,

and I suggest
you find a new, viable suspect

so we can reassure people that
we have a clue what we're doing.

Yes, sir.

This is a very challenging
and fast-moving case.

If this was the Met,
you and I both know

that we would have 50 bodies
on this.

As it is, my team worked until dawn
and were back in at 8am

for a briefing,
and they will do the same tonight

and tomorrow night
and for however long it takes

until we catch this man.

What's your point?

Your loyalty... is appreciated.

The National Crime Agency
just called

to offer their help and expertise.

I thanked them sincerely and
told them we had the job in hand.

How's that for loyalty?

All right?

So, CCTV caught a man
leaving the harbour on foot at 2am.

Run him up the flagpole,

then trawl all known associates
of Warren Tucker.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Oh, and Hampshire
spent quite a lot of money

on facial recognition software
only last year.

Ah, well, sharing's caring -
I'll give 'em a call.

What would I do without you, Norman?
NORMAN CHUCKLES

SIGHS

Don't forget to get me early
for the dentist.

I'm sending a taxi from Alpha Weald.
I've told the school.

Can it be George?

Can it be George from Alpha Weald?

Ah, well, I'll ask, but no promises.

Why can't you take me?

I've... got to go and do something.

What?

SIGHS

I'm going to see the parents
of the American boy.

What are you going to say to them?

That I'm sorry.
But it wasn't your fault.

Why don't you tell them about Dad?
I might.

You could give them something.
I don't think that's appropriate.

To show them that you mean it!
Anybody can say sorry.

Hm.

Good steer
on the facial mapping, boss.

Hampshire came through for us.

We ran the face of the bloke
exiting the harbour.

CCTV at Gatwick picked this up.

American national - John Nash?

Arrived from Paris three days ago.

Put out an all units -
ports and airports.

We need to throw
a net over the city now.

American.

Bella, four hubs we know he's spent
time in -

the harbour, Evie's place,
M23, and the mechanics'...

And we know when.
Yeah.

Cross-reference CCTV and ANPR

for any cars showing up
in all of those places. I'm on it.

This man is American, and obviously,
the Robinsons are American.

I mean, it would be remiss of us not
to look for some kind of link, no?

Well, they certainly
have means and motive.

Remember Laura Cadman's reaction

when we suggested that
she might have to ID Tony's body?

Yeah, she was... she was worried.

She was scared.

And what was Pat Robinson
doing with Spinella?

Listen to the wording here...

"£100,000 for information

"leading to the identity
of the suspect."

Not "leading to the arrest
and conviction",

"leading to the identity".

They're straying
into vigilante territory.

But to focus
on the suspect's identity, that's...

..aggressive, it's revealing.

Pat Robinson is...
is just an accountant.

A Wall Street accountant.

That kind of wealth buys you power,
influence,

the expectation that you get
everything your own way.

Yeah. Except we have no proof
that they are behind this.

Well, let's go and find some.

TONY: 'Hey.
Thought we didn't have secrets.

'Especially one Wesley's in on
and I'm not.'

The last thing he said to me.
To anyone.

They were my drugs.

Why did you lie?
I didn't wanna get in trouble.

Trouble? A few pills? First offence?

What's that, community service?
Suspended sentence?

You let us believe
that those pills belonged to him,

and because of that, you risked
derailing our entire investigation.

Why did you do that?

Was that the same reason you
didn't wanna identify Tony's body?

What is it about his parents, Laura?
Why are you so scared of them?

So...

..Tony's mother,
her real name is Giordino.

Her father is Sal Giordino -

head of the most powerful
crime family on the East Coast.

Does that have anything to do
with the bullet wound, the scar?

Yeah. He was ten.

He got shot while he was riding
in a car with his grandfather.

Right, so the bullet
was for him? Sal?

The murders on the news, I mean,
that's because of Tony, isn't it?

Well, given what you've
just told us, I think so, yeah.

It's revenge.
What about the reward they put up?

That was a diversion. A smokescreen.

Yeah, and it almost worked.

BELLA: 'We've got a navy Astra
caught on camera

'near two of the hubs -
mechanics' and the harbour.'

'Did you run the plates?'

'The Astra was hired three days ago
at Gatwick Airport.'

Course it was.

'He used a credit card
but in a different name.'

Listen, we think Fernanda's
put out multiple hits.

Everyone connected with Tony's death
has been tortured and killed.

No, not everyone. Carly Chase.

Hi, hello. I'm Carly Chase?

Go down there. Take a right.

PHONE VIBRATES

You've got some balls coming here.

I'm not going to pretend

that I understand
what you must be going through.

But we do have something in common.
We do?

What is this junk?

My son's memory box.

His father, Kes, passed away
in a skiing accident last year.

And that's what you think we have
in common? We both lost someone?

I'm sorry!

I am so... so sorry about Tony.

Found that on the beach in Corsica.

Ethan was five.

Don't milk it, sweetheart.

He wanted you to have something
from his box.

Your son did?
Yeah.

That's sweet of him.

Corsica?

Corsica.

Thank you.
Thank you.

We'll walk out with you.

Detective Superintendent Roy Grace.

Fernanda Giordino?
What's going on?

Right, come with me, please.

I'm not going to waste your time
or mine.

I'm just gonna make
a heartfelt plea. Call him off.

I don't know what you're...
Call him off.

Before anybody else gets hurt.
Am I under arrest?

We have no grounds to arrest you.

Then I'd like
to go about my business.

Make the call, Fernanda.

Listen, buddy...
we're grieving parents.

If your implication
is that my wife's family somehow...

Of course that's his implication.

Oh, you're Sal Giordino's daughter,
all right.

He liked a little theatricality,
didn't he?

And a lot of pain.

I wish you luck...
with your investigation, Detective.

Killing, torture,
it's not going to bring Tony back.

It won't make you feel better.

How the hell do you know?

I know what you've done.

And it will catch up with you
in the end, I promise.

You're only as strong
as your weakest link, Fernanda.

And I will find that link
between you and Nash,

and you will die in prison.

He says they're Mafia.
Is that true?

What did you talk about, Carly?
What did you tell 'em?

We talked about losing someone.
We talked about Ethan.

Your son? Where's your son now?
At school?

Yes, but a taxi is about to take him
to the dentist.

OK, call the school.

We need to get you and Ethan
somewhere safe right now.

DIAL TONE

PHONE RINGS
RECEPTIONIST: Hello, can I help?

Er, yeah, I'm Mike from Alpha Weald,

collecting Ethan Chase
for his dental appointment?

It's usually, er,
George that gets him,

but, er, I think he's on
an airport job or something.

OK. I do have a note
of Ethan's dental appointment.

Preston Dental Clinic?

That's right, but I have him down
as being picked up at two.

Oh, yeah, well, his, er,
mom called the office

and said she, er,
wanted him collected early

cos the traffic
on the seafront is awful.

Tell me about it.
That's my route home.

Oh, gosh. I'm sorry!
RINGING CONTINUES

He's in Geography.
I'm sure he can leave early.

Sorry, kid. George wasn't available.

It's OK.

MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO

# I'm here in my bed
I'm seeing like

# You're like my poison
Poison

# Poison... #

This isn't the way to the dentist.

You're right, Ethan, it's not.

Not his usual place, anyways.

Right. So he's working
somewhere else?

Temporarily?
"Temporarily"?

That's a big word for a little kid.

I didn't know big words like that
at your age.

What's your name?

Tooth.

I got no reception down here. You?

Argh! Urgh!

ETHAN COUGHS

Right, her description
matches that of Nash.

Now, Ethan had an appointment
at the dentist today.

Somehow, he knew that.
Probably snuck into Carly's place.

Bugged the phone, maybe?
Doesn't matter how he knew, he knew.

The question is now
how do we find him?

A son for a son.
We should've seen this coming.

It's not your fault, boss.
Tell that to Ethan!

OK, we need to plot an arc
around the school.

How far could he have got
in any direction within 30 minutes?

Belt and braces.
I'll do a road check

on major routes up to an hour away.

I want all ports alert,

everyone cleaving
to the kidnap manual, no deviations.

Boss.

You've got to find him.
You've got to find him!

Carly, listen to me.
We're going to get Ethan back.

But we need your help, OK?

NICK: Does Ethan have a mobile?
Yes, and he's got a tracking app.

He promised me he'd keep it on.

Well? Can they see him?

Track him?
I'm sorry, Carly.

ETHAN: Help! Help!

HE BANGS ON WALL
Help! Let me out!

He promised he'd keep it activated!

His phone went offline
20 minutes ago.

The last place we tracked it to
was a car park near the marina.

TEXT ALERT

What?!
What does it say, Carly?

Er...

PHONE RINGS

'Bella,
we're just leaving the school now.'

'We think Ethan's
got his dad's smartwatch.

'If we're right,
he's in Shoreham Harbour.'

DIAL TONE

NORMAN: 'I'm heading
to the last-known location

'of Ethan's phone -
looks like it's by the marina.

'I don't think
we've got much time, boss.'

SIREN BLARES

It's been severed, and recently.

I've spotted Nash on CCTV
in the marina car park.

'He dropped something
getting Ethan in his car.

'A tide chart.'

Is there a date on the chart?
'Hang on.

'This week. Mean something to you?'

Not really.
'Shit.'

Stop! Please! Please!

It hurts, stop!
All right, just be quiet now, kid.

'Interpol coughed up
what they have on Nash.

'Reckon he used to go by the name
of "James John Robertson",

'ex-Navy Seal turned
professional killer, AKA Tooth.'

Oh, great (!)

Call for back-up.

Get off of me! Get off me!

Argh! Get off!
Nash, don't!

Argh!

Police! Stop!

Help! Pull me up! Pull me up!

OK. Ethan, I've got you. Argh!

Stop!

Pull me up! Pull me up!
OK...

Help!
Argh!

Hold on!

Ugh! Oh! Argh!

Argh!

GLENN CHOKES

HE GASPS FOR AIR

Argh!

ETHAN GRUNTS
Please! I'm slipping!

I'm slipping!
Argh!

ETHAN SCREAMS
Argh!

Oh!

HIGH-PITCHED RINGING

Argh!
Please!

Pull me up! Please!

SHOUTING: Glenn!

Glenn!
ETHAN GRUNTS

Glenn!
ETHAN STRAINS

Argh!
Please!

GRACE STRAINS
Glenn!

Glenn!

Pull me up! Pull me up!

THEY STRAIN

GRACE PANTS

You OK? You OK?

We've got him.
We need an ambulance now!

THEY PANT

Oh!

Thank you.

Brave lad.

He kept his head while
I was most definitely losing mine.

That's normally my job.

I should've gone in.

And then what?

I let him get away.

Speaking personally,
I'm glad you didn't go in.

Hey... You saved his life.

Quite probably mine, too.

Can I get that in writing?

Oh, what's up, boss?
Game of tug-of-war?

Yeah.

So, you didn't fancy
giving us a hand, then, Norman?

What? What, and spoil all your fun?

What?

Divers are still in the water.
No sign of our man.

How's Ethan?

He's OK. Getting there.

Is there any news?
I know he's gonna ask.

Well, it seems that being dunked
into Shoreham Harbour

wasn't part of Nash's plan.

In his haste to get away,
he called the Robinsons' home number

in New York from a payphone.

How do you know?

The FBI were monitoring the line
at our behest.

It seems Fernanda lost her temper,
and her portion of the call

is deemed - and I quote -
"compromising and actionable".

I like the sound of that.

So do I.

An arrest is imminent.

Nash, though, is a different story.

We know he got as far as Paris,
and then after that... nothing.

So, what have you decided, Carly?

We're gonna take our chances.

Install new locks, alarms, cameras.

OK.

Well, if you find yourself
looking over your shoulder,

we can still talk about relocating.

Way I see it, with her resources,

if she really wanted to find us,
she could.

Outer Hebrides, Timbuktu.

That's probably true.

And life is dangerous
wherever you are, right?

Inherently?

It's not without risks, certainly.

So... you're staying put.

Final answer?
Final answer.

You know what?

I won't be looking over my shoulder.

Not in my nature.

PHONE VIBRATES

SHE BREATHES SHAKILY

Annette, can you put Bruno on?

Hi, Mum.

I'm sorry, darling.

I'm gonna be away a bit longer,
I'm afraid.

'What are you doing?'

I'm looking for an old friend.

If I find them, I'll introduce you.

How about that?

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