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Seriously, though. Thank you for coming.

Honestly, it's a pleasure.

Yeah, but there's no such thing
as a free supper.

- Is there, June?
- Leo.

- Okay?
- I--

I gave her the gist of it
on the way home from work.

No, it sounds intriguing.

So, all right. Your man.

Well, go on then.

Who says Rioja
and neuropsychiatry don't mix?

Thank you. He is a man, right?

So, he comes to after a car crash and...

He claims to remember nothing.

He has complete memory loss
from the moment he enters the flat

to when he wakes up in the hospital.

And then, let me guess,
he remembers and confesses all.

Yeah, but from what I gather,
that's neurologically tricky.

So, the hippocampus--

the part of the brain where we store
and retrieve memories--

it's shaped like a little legume.

Legume?

Yeah, a bean,
which actually shrinks after trauma,

making it harder to recover memory.

So, how did Errol have the recall

to make a detailed confession?

I told you that this is what
keeps her awake at night.

Okay.

We tend to view memories
as dependable things,

like videotapes of our past.

But it's more accurate to think
of them as oil paintings.

You go back.
You paint over them, layer after layer.

And so do others.

For-- So other people can
sort of edit your memories?

Yep. It's all on my podcast.

Well, that seems a stretch.

Oh, really, June? Okay.

So, why don't you pop
by my lab at some point?

And I bet you I could hack your memory.

Have you believing
that we were old friends.

Perhaps, we had a snog
in your grandmother's tree house.

My grandmother doesn't have a tree house.

Are you sure?
What if I showed you a photo?

You see, here's the thing,
when a memory has been repainted,

you only have access
to the latest version.

Not the original.

Given enough trauma,

people really don't have access
to the contents of their own minds.

So, "Is it possible someone planted
a false memory in Errol's head?"

Yes. Theoretically.

Easier than you think.

She likes you.

I like her too.

- No, no, no. "Like" likes.
- What?

You are so old school.

I see what you're trying to say.
I'm quite flattered actually.

- I thought you were a detective.
- Shut up.

Yeah, she was pretty smitten.
She's got good taste though.

June.

You know you can tell me stuff, right?

I'm always on your side.
In spite of appearances.

I know.

You know,
I've been thinking about you a little bit.

Yeah?

You been thinking about me... a little bit?

- Clive.
- Yeah?

Can I ask you a question?

But it needs to be,
like, our little secret.

All right.

Combat League.

You joined up as a teenager,
didn't you? Yeah?

Well, I wanna show you some photographs,

and I just want you to tell me

if any of them were ever a member
of that organization.

Got it?

Police.

- What is this?
- Just tell me.

No.

Are you sure?

No. No way.

At least, I never saw him.

What about him?

Or him?

You knew this man.

Yeah.

We all knew Tony.

Tony Gilfoyle.

I'm DS June Lenker. Dalston Lane CID.

Could you just
grab the box for me, please, love?

Yeah. Sorry to bother you.

Really appreciate your help,
but it's a bit tricky.

- And that as well.
- This as--

A witness has
mentioned your name in connection

with an ongoing investigation.

Could you put that one on top of that one?
I've got to get the wheelchair in.

See, there's been an allegation

that you were a member
of a political organization.

And as you know,
membership of any political grouping

is proscribed for serving officers,
but this was Combat League.

It's a neo-Nazi group.
Also known as Bloodline?

So, are you or were you ever
a member of that group?

Is Roy Chambers still the man
in charge down at Dalston Lane?

I'll just get him on the blower, shall I?

Tell me about the Errol Mathis confession.

There it is.

Just tell me,
and then I can forget about what I heard.

Yeah, I heard you was a bully.

Listen, the thing about bullies is,

my dear old mum used to say--
is that you can't give them any ground.

You have to look 'em dead in the eye
and tell them where to go shove it.

See, you?

I couldn't give a monkey's
what you think, all right? Ta-ra.

- Yeah, hello.
- Hi, mate. Listen.

It's not good.

Fuck's sake. She's been round there.
To Tony's. She's got it--

Come. Walk on.

Boss, she's got it in for us.

How do you come into this?

He's sick, right? He deserves better.
After all the time that he's put in.

Kim, I've got this. Seriously.

Tony had our backs.

I think he deserves us
to step up to the plate.

See, this is what you always do,
you and Tony.

You wind each other up.

Hi, yeah.

- There he is.
- I hear you made an arrest.

So, what's the problem?

It's all good. I'm here about a flat.

Starter studio for a friend of mine.
A guy called Patrick.

That should take care of the deposit.

- Tomorrow soon enough?
- Yeah.

I got pictures of a visit Hegarty made
to this address last week.

He visited a cashpoint here
and withdrew quite a wad shortly before.

Shit. Sonya, you're following him?

What are you so scared of?

- I can't spy on a colleague.
- Well, it doesn't stop us though, does it?

What about Tony Gilfoyle?

- I think we should be--
- Look, Hegarty's off.

We both know it.
What is it with all the driving?

What is he doing with all that extra cash?
Finally, we have something.

What? He goes to a carpet shop?

Drugs, not rugs, June.

It's all run by a man called Miras Mansur.

They're dealers. Wholesalers, really.
Large quantities of heroin.

And Hegarty's a regular.

I need to get back to work.

You don't wanna see.

He's either being blackmailed

or maybe he has a sideline
in the drugs trade.

I mean, you said it yourself, June.
He is capable of anything.

- Hey.
- Come and get it. Come and get it.

- Hey, give me a sweet, fam.
- Let me get one.

Here we go.

This yout. Such an odd little child.

Rank, bro.

That's it for your mouth.

Bro, you ain't never
even used a toothbrush.

Like you're sweet--

Police.

- Hands by your sides.
- Come on. Do it.

Backpacks off. Turn around.

What's this?

What's this?

- Shit.
- That's not mine.

Just resting in your bag, eh?

All right. You two can be off.

- Go.
- Go.

Ah, Jacob?
Where is our number seven? Jacob?

Jacob, I'd put that away if I were you.

- What have we got?
- Picked him up, Harpes Lane.

Behind the line.

- What's the offense?
- Possession with intent to supply.

Oh, right.

Right.

Name, please.

Jacob Taylor.

Step forward.

Write down on there the names

and numbers of three people you're
gonna wanna call.

You can use your phone.

Chop-chop.

Okay.

Come on, Mum.

The number you have dialed
could not be connected.

Please try again later.

The number you have dialed could not
be connected. Please try again later.

Anyone else you can call?

Where's my phone? Where? Jesus.

Where the hell is it?

- Hello.
- Nana, I've been arrested.

- What?
- Can you come and get me, please?

Where, darling? Where?

The police station.

Give me the address. I'm coming.
I'm coming to get you.

- Can I go now?
- Step back.

Jacob, do you understand that I'm going
to authorize you for detention?

Okay. Feet on the prints.

Excuse me.

Oh, come on, Jakey. Pick up.

- Hiya.
- Where have you been?

Sorry, work.
Haven't had signal for a bit. Why?

Where is Jacob? He's half an hour late.

- Well, have you tried calling?
- About six times.

- Have you tried the school?
- Yeah, he left at the usual time,

but it doesn't stack up.
There's nothing more important to Jake.

The person you have called is unavailable.

Incident at Mare Road E1.

IC3 male aged between ten and 14.
Multiple stab wounds. All units.

It's all right. Don't worry, mate.

Zac?

What?

Hi.

Hey. You okay?

Right. Jacob Taylor.

Well, the good news
is he's been refused charge--

Good news?
My son was processed for intent to supply,

his DNA was taken, he was banged up,

and all without the presence
of an appropriate adult?

As per regulation,
he tried all his nearest relatives.

- You have made things infinitely worse.
- No, all I did w--

His DNA is on the system now.

I wasn't the one who brought him in.

So, who was?
Who were the arresting officers?

- A Roskill and Waite.
- June.

- Dad!
- Jake! Oh, my God. Come here.

- Jake. Jake.
- Sorry.

Yeah.

I was with Max and Shakil,

and then the police came,
and it wasn't mine.

- I wasn't doing anything.
- You don't say that.

You don't even think it, okay?
This is not your fault.

- I promise I wasn't doing anything.
- It's okay.

- Excuse me.
- I promise.

- I know. I know.
- Thank you.

And the top, please.

Hello.

Hi, there. We have a Maureen Lenker

here at outpatient, at A&E?

That's very kind of you.

- Mum.
- Okay.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

We have to collect Curtis.
They keep arresting him.

- And you know why. Because--
- Mum, Dad's not been arrested.

- Because they don't like his hair.
- He's not the one at the police station.

There's nothing wrong with his hair.

You know, it's just a style. It--

- Mum, listen. Listen. Listen. Listen.
- No. No.

You know Dad's passed away, remember?

Come on. Put this on.
It's a long time ago now.

Thanks for doing that, Morowa.

We haven't told the girls.
They don't need that in their lives.

Yeah. Not yet.

The trials are, like, never.
They're, like, next year or something.

Now I'm gonna lose my edge.

And I'm gonna steam in there tomorrow,
doing my best cross Dad,

- and speak my mind to Coach...
- Attwood.

- Attwood.
- Okay.

You're the best football player I know,
Jakey.

Talent like yours cannot be hidden away.

You'll have more opportunities,
I promise. There's still time.

Hear, hear.

That's right. That's right.

Your ball skills are just brilliant.

Ball skills, Mo?

What? Well, I can talk football talk.
Can't I, Jakey?

Just gonna open another bottle of wine.

Chigwell. Those two cops were
on Kim Cardwell's old team there.

- Kim who?
- He's a shit.

Hardly narrows it down, doesn't it?

So, two buddies of Kim Cardwell
go way offbeat

to search a bunch of 12-year-old boys.

And what do you know,
one of them finds meth on my son?

Okay. Yeah, yeah. I mean,
that does sound a bit dodgy.

- But, I don't know, it might be...
- What?

I don't know, like, cops in London,
not Texas, driving across town to--

No. This is Hegarty.

What? What's that supposed to mean?

- Him again, yeah?
- Yes, him again.

Please don't act like I'm losing my mind.
I'm not losing my mind.

June--

This is him all over. Right?
He's deniable.

He sends one of his minions
to do his dirty work.

I go after one of his boys.
Hegarty goes after my son.

Who's Hegarty?

Do you want some more kung pao?

I don't understand though.
Why is he going for me?

It's just-- It's-- I think it's work.

I think it's something from work
that might have spilled over.

Look, Jake.

Now-- I mean, we trust you 100%, right?
You know that.

And we know that stuff wasn't yours. But...

What?

Do you think maybe someone placed it
in your bag?

Like who?

One of your mates, or...

Jake, do you wanna
take these plates back in?

No, no, no, Maureen.
Maureen, that is sacrilege, that is.

- What?
- Ketchup on Peking duck? No.

Can we please go play? Can we, please?

Yes. Okay.

Hey.

- You said you were on my side.
- Of course I am.

Because it feels like every time
you need to make a choice,

back me and my son, or...

- You choose the other side.
- I get it.

And the worst thing, the very worst thing,

is I want to tell him
that it's not his fault.

I get that.

But inside he thinks that it is.

I get it. I do.

So, the one thing you do not do
is blame him.

- I didn't.
- You just said it.

Look, we're both strung out, okay?

But it's better for Jacob to stop--

because that boy,
he's got everything going for him--

to stop and think for a second,
rather than growing up with this mindset

that the whole fucking world's
out to get him.

Mindset. Mindset? Wow. What do you mean?
You mean like my mindset?

That is-- That's not what I'm saying.

What, like irrational? And aggressive?

It is not about you.

Would you have said that
about one of his old gang? Rohan, say?

I see. Right. Yeah. I get it.
You're implying that--

What?

Do you know what? Mental health issues
in your family, they're not color coded.

You fucking what?

Where do you think the paranoia
comes from?

You going after my mum now?

- I'm on sufferance with you.
- That it's like a family curse.

Every little fucking thing I say
is under the fucking microscope.

Then say better stuff!

- We're gonna get going. We got a--
- Yeah.

Fucking hell.

You all right?

Thank you for coming. Thanks for coming.
It meant everything to Jakey.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

David Bowie
definitely had one in the '80s.

David Bowie. Truth or lie?

That is a truth. And that opens up
Earth, Wind & Fire, Madness, Mariah Carey.

So, if Mariah had one,
it was gonna be late '80s.

Earth, Wind & Fire, massive in the '70s.
They might have early '80s.

The Madness are absolute...
in the early '80s though.

Madness, truth or lie?

- Police.
- What do you want?

Move.

Miras Mansur,

I'm arresting you on suspicion of
possession with intent to supply.

Hey. If that's who I think it is,
St. Leonard's Docks.

Tell him.

Fucking hell.

So, what is it with the two of you?
Some sort of arrangement?

What? You think you're protected?

You think he's got your back?

Not anymore.

I'm taking him in.

What's the charge here?

Possession with intent to supply.

- Yeah, that's not happening.
- Oh, really? You're gonna stop me?

Well, see that guy there in the back of
your car, Mansur. He's one of mine.

He's a trusted asset.

Yeah. Nice try. I ran the address
past a contact in counterintelligence.

Oh, good for you. Friends in high places.

- Yeah. And the name's not been flagged.
- Well, of course it hasn't.

Welcome to the fucking twilight zone.
Not that it's any of your business.

You literally give that man
bundles of cash.

- I don't know where you are getting...
- What do you get in return?

- ...your information from.
- Drugs?

Or what? What exactly?

Enough. Okay?

I'm asking you very nicely.

You came after my son.

Your man, Kim, had methamphetamine
planted on a 12-year-old child.

Don't act like you don't know
what I'm talking about!

Why would I go after your son?

Oh, sure.

Just let him go, right? This-- See this?
This is not rational behavior.

Neither is buying heroin
from a carpet shop.

And what about Tony? Fits in nicely
with your 62s thing, doesn't it?

Combat League?
You're wrong. You're so wrong.

Tony is undercover.

- No.
- Yeah, always has been.

No, he wasn't even on the force
when he joined up.

Yeah, I know. 'Cause we hired him
straight from the Coldstream Guards.

Errol Mathis.
That's what this is all about, yeah?

That case was investigated fairly
and impartially. We got our man.

No, you got a confession.

But just let him go.

Sorry. I know that you've had
a really hard night.

You know what-- Don't.

That's your career,
right there in the back of that car.

My son's DNA is on the fucking PNC!

That's a permanent record!

See, I can help you with that.
I can sort that out. I can have a word.

But, you know...

Let him go.

Out. Get out.

What? I can't walk.
Look how fucking cold it is.

For fuck's sake.
What did your last servant die of?

Hi. Is Kim available?

- He's...
- He may come in.

Hey.

So, you decided the smart move was
to plant drugs on a 12-year-old child?

No. That is not what happened.

Get your keys.

Can I get changed?

Can I get my coat? Cheers.

In what world-- In what fucking
solar system was that showing her?

Don't you get it? I had her.

- She was hounding Tony.
- Precisely.

Right, so it's her or us.

I had the power to arrest her
for harassing a disabled man.

A fellow police officer. She was done.
She was gone. She was packing up her bags.

Off to be a fucking social worker,
or whatever. Now where are we?

Everybody thinks she's a pain in the arse.

How are you still talking?

Oh, come on.
We've done worse back in the day.

Look, this is what we do. All right? I--

I don't tell you stuff,
because you don't wanna know.

But I'm there for you.
I have always been there for you.

It's always been about protecting you.

Okay.

Okay.

Yeah, okay.

Remember I asked you if I could
take your motor for a spin? Remember that?

What, now?

Now is as good a time as any.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

Stop. Stop.

What the fuck? Fuck.

Handles like a dream.

Oh, fucking hell!

You know, I can't afford to pay for this.

Better learn to live
within your means then.

But it's--

It's fine, love. Okay? Go to bed.

- Here we are, then.
- Thanks. Yeah, it's great.

Thank Dan Hegarty. He paid the deposit.

IKEA special, that way no one gets to spy
on you in your birthday suit, eh?

Here's the keys to the kingdom. Good luck.

Body odor special.

What's this?

You know, to let yourself in
whenever it's raining or whatever?

Why are you so nice to me?

Why do you think?

You like me?

Yeah.

Well, you shouldn't.
I'm no good for you. You know that?

Here you go.

Jake, listen.

Sometimes people-- The police might...

- People make assumptions.
- Yeah.

Assumptions based on their own prejudices.

And these cops,

they won't see you as a sweet little boy
who would never--

Mum, come on.

They'll see you as a Black boy.

And, well...

They're racist.

Yeah.

So, I just want you to know how to protect
yourself in case they give you any hassle.

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

- I know about this stuff.
- Okay? Listen.

You have to be smart.

So don't wear your hood up.

Don't put your hands in your pockets.
If the police stop you, don't run.

Be polite and tell them
that your mom is a police officer.

Doris, it's me, June. Look.

Is it okay if Sonya and I
pop round later, tonight?

There's just something you need to hear.

There's something you deserve to hear
about Errol.

About your son.

- Hi.
- Come in.

This is Carla.
The woman we've been looking for.

He had a girlfriend
a long time ago. Same like me.

He said, "Dumb bitch. Never listen."
Never keep him, you know, happy.

He stabbed her many, many times
with the same knife he put in me.

And now she's dead.

What was her name? Do you know?

He's bragging about it, you know?

There's a man in prison
doing 24 years for killing her.

Please, if you could just
give me your boyfriend's name.

No, no, no, no, no.
He keeps saying that this guy in

Whitecross-- He says he's such
a loser and--

Caller?