All language subtitles for Grace s04e01 Dead Mans Time.eng

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[ Telephone ringing ]

Hello?

-Marion: Aileen Daly?
-Speaking.

Marion: Aileen,
my name is Marion.

-[ Doorbell ringing]
-I apologise in advance

-for calling out of the blue...
-Hold on, hold on.

There's someone at the door.

Marion:
Yeah, I'll hold...

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[ Door unlocks ]

Can I help you?

Good afternoon.

We're from East Sussex Water.

We're investigating a leak
in the area,

and we'd like
to do some pressure readings

if that's okay?

Err, alright,
come in.

Um, I've, err,

I've got someone on the phone.

Oh, won't take a minute.

[ Door closes ]

Hello, I'm back.
Now what's this about?

Marion:
In a word -- Spain.

We have a portfolio
of flats and villas

that are simply unrivalled
in value, build quality --

My last passport expired
five years ago

what would I want with a...
a flat in Spain?

[ Telephone receiver rattles ]

[ Sighs ]

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Erm...

I thought you were checking
the water pressure...?

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[ Indistinct chatter ]

-[ Inhales deeply ]
-[ Telephone receiver rattles ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

I know that look.

Yes, a tie-up robbery
in Lavinia Gardens.

Uniform have passed it
on to Major Crime.

-Victim?
-Aileen Daly, 66.

She was tortured
and may not survive.

Who raised the alarm?

Her brother Gavin Daly.

He normally speaks to her
every day.

But he was in Paris
on business, erm,

he called the police
when he failed to reach her.

Tortured?

Punched repeatedly.

And...

there's evidence
of cigarette burns.

Listen,
you've had a long shift

and you're gonna need
all the sleep you can get,

with that new baby
on the way.

-I've got this one.
-Grace: Where is she?

-Sussex Central?
-Err, yeah...

Right, I'm gonna go see her
and talk to her,

I'll meet you
at Lavinia Gardens.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

Grace: So, one of them
did the talking...

Aileen:
He was Irish...

Derry maybe...

Not, erm,
not Dublin.

-What about the other one?
-Darker...

[ Winces ]

He...

He hurt me.

I was on the phone.

You were on the phone
when the men arrived?

Uh-huh.

Did you end the call

when you went to the door?

No.

So, you stayed on the line
while you answered the door?

Stupid...

cold call.

Is there anything else
you can think of that

might help us identify them,
anything at all,

that you can remember?

Sorry to pressure you,
Aileen.

Oh, oh.

One of them...

His... his glove.

His glove?

Just for a second.

He took his glove off
'for a second'?

-Yes.
-Where did that happen, Aileen?

Wh-- Wh--
Where was that?

Phone.

He took his glove off
to use the phone?

[ Weakly ]
No.

-[ Exhales deeply ]
-[ Monitor beeping rapidly ]

[ Door opens ]

-Aileen?
-Excuse me.

-Can you give us some space?
-Aileen.

Can you hear me?
Aileen?

-Jen, can you check the monitor?
-Nurse: Aileen.

But whether this means
an end to the selling off

of Brighton's school playing
fields remains to be seen.

That's it from me
and the "Look South" team.

We'll be back with you
again tomorrow.

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Man: And we're clear.

Molly: There probably is some
level of corruption,

but I'm actually
digging more

into the sheer incompetence
of his tenure.

In a way it's more shocking,
more damning.

Sounds good.

Almost feel sorry for him
with you on his tail.

I'll let you get on.
See you tomorrow.

Sarah:
Thanks, Molly.

[ Door closes ]

-[ Door opens ]
-Molly: If you wanted

to get together
before the Monday...

What...?

Sarah...?

It -- It's --
It's nothing, okay?

It's -- It's --
It's nothing. It's...

You'll have to do better
than that, Sarah.

I appreciate your concern, I do.

But if you breathe
a word of this,

it will come between us,
and I would hate that.

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[ Door closes ]

[ Inhales deeply ]

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Detective Superintendent Grace,
can I help you?

Yeah, I'm Gavin Daly.

I was told I'd find
my sister here.

This is my son Lewis.

I thought you were in Paris,
Mr. Daly?

Yeah, I came straight
from Gatwick.

[ Door opens ]

Grace: Dr. Andrews,
this is Gavin Daly,

Aileen's brother.

Tell me everything.
Spare me nothing.

She has compound skull fractures

and a lesion to the cervical
area of her spinal cord.

-Caused by?
-Caused by...

blunt force trauma
to the spine.

It's likely to leave
her a paraplegic...

My God...

Dr. Andrews:
Excuse me.

-I'm sorry.
-Not half as sorry as I am.

Of course, sir.
I understand.

Oh, you do, do you?

Well you tell me
what you understand then hey?

-Dad.
-You get off home!

I'll call you.

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Grace: We will do everything
in our power

to find the people who did this.

Everything, I promise you that.

Now I have to attend
the crime scene.

If you need anything
Mr. Daly anything at all.

Please, call me.

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Gavin:
It's Gavin.

I'm here, Aileen.

Did they take it...?

Oh, look it doesn't matter.

Only you matter.

All we had left of him.

Remember the lad...?

Watch the numbers.

Gavin: Whatever it meant,
we failed.

We never solved the riddle
and we never found Pa.

You tried your best.

Yeah, and got nowhere.

He made his own mistakes.

Do you know what today is?

Yeah.

So how can it be
a coincidence?

How?

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You were a great son...

and you've been a great brother.

You are a fighter, Aileen Daly.

You're gonna survive this

and you will see
the bastards responsible suffer,

I promise you that.

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[ Birds chirping ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

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-SOCO: We're all done here, sir.
-Grace: Okay, thanks...

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[ Sighs ] Sir.

Looks like a fair bit's missing.

Need to find out what exactly,

before they try and shift it.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

CCTV?

-No. No joy.

But we're canvassing neighbours,

seeing if anyone's
had any similar break-ins.

-Well, tell them
to go back a bit.

Sometimes the smart ones
wait two, three years

before hitting
the same street.

Like crop rotation --

A fallow field's
a fertile field.

Yeah well,
they're definitely pros,

and pros always plan.

I'll whip up some billboards.

See if anyone's clocked
an unfamiliar vehicle

in the past few days.

Nick, get the lab to pay

particular attention
to the phones.

Aileen said one of them
took off his glove

and it was something
to do with a phone.

Yeah, but could be
his own phone?

Could've been.

In which case
it's no help at all.

[ Police radio chatter ]

On the other hand...

[ Radio chatter continues ]

[ Plastic bag crinkling ]

[ Vehicle door shuts ]

[ Door locks engage ]

[ Birds chirping in distance ]

[ Wind gusting ]

[ Leafs rustling ]

[ Door closes ]

I got your voicemail.

How is she?

There's permanent damage
to her spine.

They burned her with cigarettes.

Dad's beside himself.

If she dies,
will you inherit anything?

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-How could you ask that...?
-Molly saw these at work today.

It's a bit awkward.

What did you say?

What could I say?

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[ Door opens and closes ]

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[ Cabinet door creaks open ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

It's quite a collection.

Grace:
Narrow focus though.

East End villains
of the '50s and '60s.

All read multiple times...

Bella:
A bit obsessive.

Wonder how it got started?

"Dear Sir or Madam,

In the many years
I have been visiting this area,

I have never ceased to take
satisfaction from the pleasure

people gain
in realising money from old,

often forgotten items..."

-Sounds like a knocker-boy.
-A what?

A sort of rag-and-bone
man with benefits.

Sounds terrifying.

No. A knocker-boy,
he charms his way in,

clocks the valuables,
makes a low-ball offer,

maybe he'll have a cup of tea
but he doesn't push it.

'Cause his Plan B
is actually his Plan A --

to sell the intel
to professional burglars

takes a cut of the booty,
no risk.

Alvin Morris Smallbone.

Smallbone?

AMS.

He's lying low after assaulting
Larry Brooker, right?

Even his parole officer
can't find him.

Is he daft enough
to break cover?

No, he's not daft
but he is arrogant.

The first time I nicked him,

I found a shedload
of criminal contacts

in the antiques.

Excuse me,
sir, sorry, you can't be here.

-This is a crime scene --
-Grace: It's alright Glen.

This is Aileen's brother,
Gavin Daly.

Oh. How's she, err...?

What would you think?

She's up on her bed doing a jig?

What about the safe?

Mr. Daly...?

The watch.

They took my father's watch.

I guided Aileen with
her purchases,

all documented
for insurance purposes.

The watch was
a Clairmont Leroux...

One of only three
left in the world.

Worth two million plus change.

Not insured
for one reason only...

Because if you register it,
it becomes a target.

Yeah.

So, given that...

who knew it was here?

Excuse me.

Just heard from the hospital,

she has taken a turn
for the worst...

I'm afraid Aileen's
condition has worsened

- We'll have you driven back
to the hospital.

-We're going back to hospital.
-All right boss.

-See you later.
-Give her my best.

-Branson: Not short of a bob
or two, is he.

Be good to know
how he made it.

Antique clocks and watches.

Yeah, he's got two shops
in the Lanes

and a few more premises
in London apparently.

Bella: Roy.

[ Police radio chatter ]

I followed up
on AMS Valuables.

And the mobile
on the leaflet's a burner

but it's pinging a mast
on the Drakefield estate.

That's a huge area.

Yeah,
so I cross-referenced

with known associates
of Smallbones

and I got a hit --

on/off girlfriend
Donna Grant.

Good work, Bella.
Come on, let's go.

Are you sure about this?

I mean why would he
leave a flyer

in a house he plans to rob?

Loads of reasons.

All right, well, right now
I'll settle for one.

Okay, she takes the flyer.

to be polite
or get rid of him.

Then she stuffs it in a drawer
and forgets about it.

Okay, so it's not that you're
fixated in him or anything, no?

We should have back-up.

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Recognise this?

AMS.

Alvin Morris Smallbone.

Al, what's going on?

-Alvin:
There's nothing's going on.

-[ Box thuds ]
It's just a bit of

common-or-garden
harassment.

Isn't that right, Roy?

Does anyone distribute
these leaflets on your behalf?

No.

Because thanks to you,

I lack the wherewithal
to employ assistants.

So, you personally distributed
this leaflet to Aileen Daly,

68 Lavinia Gardens?

Guilty.

Of earning a buck.
Or trying to.

Guilty, at best,

of selling on information

to professional house breakers.

Who burned a 66-year-old
woman with cigarettes,

caused permanent damage
to her spine,

and left her for dead.

Flat, phone, car, laptop,
bank accounts,

I'm getting warrants
for the lot.

Somewhere there is a link,

and I will find it
and I will tie you to this.

He's obsessed with me.

Hm.
[ Scoffs ]

-Obsessed.
-Alvin?

In the meantime,
Alvin Smallbone,

I am arresting you
on suspicion of the assault

of Larry Brooker.

Let's go!

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-[ Flatline ]
-Nurse: 20, 21,

22, 23, 24,

25, 26...

[ Flatline continues ]

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Female voice:
Doors closing. Lift going down.

I'm touched I'm still
so important to you.

[ Lift whirring ]

Surprised, too.

What with the new lady

and a bun in the oven...

[ Chuckling wryly ]

Say that again.

-[Elevator chimes]
-Female voice: Doors opening.

-It's a full house I'm afraid.
-Female voice: Lift going down.

-[ Alvin grunts ]
-Oh!

-[ Elevator chimes ]
-[ Both grunting ]

Woman:
Get off me!

-Female voice: Lift going down.

[ Woman gasps ]

[ Branson yells ]

Gah!

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[ Elevator chimes ]
Female voice: Doors opening.

-[ Alvin Grunts ]
-[ Grace groaning ]

[ Alvin panting ]

Female voice:
Doors closing. Lift going down.

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[ Groaning ]

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[ Elevator chimes ]
Female voice: Doors opening.

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-Grace: Glen?
-We're on the stairs.

[ Alvin breathing heavily ]

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[ Alvin panting ]

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-[ Alvin breathing heavily ]
-Hey!

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-Oi, stop!
-[ Alvin grunts ]

[ Man thuds ]

-[ Alvin thuds ]
-Car park.

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Oi, stop!

[ Groans ]

[ Inhales sharply ]

[ Branson grunts ]

[ Alvin groaning, panting ]

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[ Panting ]

[ Vehicle tyres screech,
horn honks ]

Man:
Alvin, get in!

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[ Vehicle engine revs ]

[ Grace and Branson panting ]

[ Vehicle tyres squealing ]

[ Horns honking in distance ]

[ Sighs ]

Back up.

Aileen Daly died at 17:54
this evening.

And now this
is a murder inquiry.

Smallbone put this team
together, I have no doubt,

so we need to find him
before he leaves Brighton.

The driver, any kind
of description would help?

They, uh,
they had their hood up.

Nothing from CCTV?

Well, not yet, but If you know
where the cameras are then...

Grace: How about forensics
from the house?

As per your request,
all phones are being printed

and swabbed as a priority...

Same goes for the area
where she was tied up

and the cigarettes
recovered from the floor.

Everything suggests
this was a targeted robbery,

as in the stolen paintings
and antiques were a sideshow.

The main prize on offer here,

was a Clairmont Leroux watch

valued north
of £2 million.

-You said it wasn't insured?
-Correct.

But Smallbone seems to have
known that it was in the safe.

Yeah, but even if the antiques
were secondary

to the watch,
he'd still have to shift them.

Yeah, and he's smart
enough to know

that he can't do that openly.

Yeah, well items'll
be registered,

flags'll be raised...

So, what're his options?

Arrange for private buyers
off grid?

Either that or getting
the antiques out the country.

Liaise with ports and airports,

anyone with a link

to the antiques trade
needs a second look.

Aileen took a call from a
"Crescent Cove Open Villas"

right before her killers knocked
on her door.

Yeah, and she said
they stayed on the line

while she let the two men
in the house.

Right, so they
might've overheard something?

We'll check it out first thing.

Good

[ Computer mouse whirring ]

[ Knock on door ]

Hey, err,

none of the prints
or DNA samples

we recovered are scoring
a match on the database.

[ Sighs ]
They swabbed all the phones?

Handsets plus base units
times three

and Aileen's mobile.

Sorry, boss.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

[ Keyboard clacking ]

[ Keys rattling ]

[ Dog barking in distance ]

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[ Keys rattling ]

Norman. Anything news
on Smallbone?

Well uniforms have thrown
a net over his stomping ground.

They're in the pubs,
and flats, they're pulling cars,

if he's there we'll get him.

Okay, keep on it.

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Nick, I'm at Lavinia Gardens,
I need you to come by,

pick up some evidence and run
it straight to the lab, okay?

Yeah, now worries, boss.
Give me half an hour.

[ Banging ]

[ Floor creaking ]

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-[ Door creaks ]
-[ Gavin grunts ]

-[ Crowbar clanks ]
-[ Gavin thuds ]

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[ Gavin grunts ]

Next time come in
a bloody marked car.

[ Crowbar clanks ]

[ Grace grunts ]

Really.

[ Crowbar thuds ]

Look I'm very sorry
about Aileen, Mr. Daly.

But would you mind telling
me what you're doing here?

Hoping they'd come back
for the rest.

Let us do our job, eh.

Your man Branson said
there'd be regular patrols

but in the time,
I've been here it was just you.

Well, I suppose pleading
budget cuts won't help, will it?

Well on the plus side,
they err...

they said I was lucky
to have you on this.

Well, I'd better start
living up to that, hadn't I.

Let's start with the watch.

It's not about
the financial loss, is it?

Well 2 million quid's
a lot of money.

You never insured it,

you never repaired it,
and you never wore it.

Shall we go outside?

My sister never let
me smoke in here,

and the sentimental side of me

likes to think she
might be watching?

[ Clocks chiming ]

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Gavin: My pa was apprenticed
to a watchmaker

called Barlow,
in Stepney Wick.

[ Watch chiming ]

'Good Night, Mr. Barlow.

Gavin:
A grumpy old sod.

He never thought much of us.

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I was 7 years old
and fascinated by that watch.

I wouldn't go to sleep at night,
until Pa had shown it to me.

-[ Watch ticking ]
-Worked every time...

until the night our lives
were torn apart by Ian Padmore.

-[ Banging on door ]
-Ian: Brendan?!

Brendan Daly?!

[ Door thuds in distance ]

Listen, Gavin.
Promise me something?

-Whatever happens...
-Ian: Brendan.

-...you'll look after Aileen?
Ian: Come on!

-I need you to promise?
-I promise.

Ian: Brendan!
[ Door bangs open ]

[ Door thuds ]

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Gavin: Pa.

Don't hurt them.

[ Both breathing shakily ]

Got something to say, lad?

We're on the clock, boss.

[ Chuckles evilly ]

We are, Ellis, in every sense.

Come on.

[ Scuffling ]

[ Men grunting ]

Man: Come on!

-[ Scuffling ]
-[ Brendan grunting ]

Ian: Go on!

[ Indistinct yelling ]

Ian: Come on, Ellis!
[ Footsteps receding ]

Gavin: That night
the watchmakers was robbed.

[ Train whistle blows ]

Barlow was killed
and Pa disappeared.

I was convinced
that he'd come back to us.

But me and Aileen
were packed off to Brighton,

to live with Pa's sister Vi.

Hurry up!

Gavin:
Even as we headed for the train,

I couldn't believe he
would just abandon us.

Pa will join us soon
and if he doesn't.

I'll go fetch him myself!

Watch the numbers.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

[ Gavin gasps ]

If they come for you,
don't hesitate.

Use it.

Man: Hey!

[ Indistinct chatter ]

Train conductor:
Welcome aboard!

Auntie Vi:
Gavin...

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Auntie Vi:
Why'd he give you this?

Gavin:
I don't know, Auntie Vi.

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What else did he give you?

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It's Pa's.

[ Train whistle blows ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[Whistle blowing ]

-Come on.
-[ Whistle blows ]

-[ Train chugs ]
-Train conductor: All aboard!

[ Train whistle blows ]

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So when Ellis told you to
"Watch the numbers"

he meant 158?

And the numbers
on the broken watch.

See?

He set it to just after 4:00

on the 26th of March.

That wasn't the date
my Pa was taken.

Did you know what this meant?

No.

Not then, not now.

[ Birds chirping ]

Not for me, thanks.

Oh c'mon, Superintendent,

I've lost my sister,
don't make me drink alone.

Okay, a small one.

I saw all the books
about East End villains...

Yeah, me and Aileen...

we've never stopped looking.

Look the realist in me
knows that Padmore killed Pa

or had his men do it.

I mean 'Of course he had to go,

he'd seen 'em murder his boss.

But now I think, "No.

why did this lad Ellis
come after me,

eh, take that risk
and leave me those clues?"

Yeah, if they didn't mean
something,

lead somewhere.

Yeah but...

[Sighs]

...if he survived that night...

If he...

if he got away...

Then in some ways
he abandoned you.

He...

made a conscious choice
to leave you behind?

That's very perceptive,
Superintendent.

Do you have experience
in that department?

Sorry?

Abandonment.

We're not talking about me,
Mr. Daly.

My Pa was taken
on the 6th of April 1964.

Sixty years ago to the day.

There's not a bone in my body

that thinks that's
a coincidence.

What about the men
who took your father?

Any of them still alive?

Boss?

Back in a minute.

Thanks, Nick.

Oh, anything on Smallbone?

Spoke to Aileen's housekeeper,
though, Nancy.

According to her,

Aileen and her brother

had a big row day
before yesterday.

And she said he's the one

who kicked out a spindle
on the stairs.

Okay. I -- I want you
to pull some files

from the Met archives.

The abduction of Brendan Daly

and the murder of Max Barlow
in Stepney Wick

on the 6th of April 1964.

Sixty years ago today?

Yes, it is.

[ Floorboards creaking ]

Nancy's run her mouth off
has she?

Thought she might.

Whereas you were happy
for us to believe

this happened
during the break-in.

Siblings quarrel.
Storm in a teacup.

What was the argument about?

Nothing.

It was enough
for you to lose your temper.

There's a fine line
between protecting someone

and smothering 'em.

But it had nothing
to do with Aileen's murder.

So, what was the flashpoint?

She said something cruel
and I err...

I overreacted.

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She said
if it wasn't for me

she could've had a husband,
children...

a life.

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Sam:
Dad you're taking too long!

Give me five minutes, guys!

The hospital want me
to work through till 10:00.

Tuesdays from next month.

-10:00?!
-It's the cuts...

-Tuesdays are a load of --
-Hey, excuse me.

Family friendly, please!

Okay, well,
when do you need to decide by?

Oh.
So you have already?

Well, I can tell them
I've had second thoughts --

No. No, honestly look it's fine.

You're in demand, Ari,
that's great.

Mwah!
Snacks.

The extra money'll
come in handy, too.

Even if we end up spending it on
a nanny instead of a new house.

We don't need a nanny,
okay, we've got this!

You'll be up to your eyes,
Detective Inspector.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Kids shouting in distance ]

[ Birds calling ]

Nick dropped these
over last night.

Oh...

Don't tell me.
You've read the lot?

[ Chuckles ]
Skim-read a couple.

Kinda stopped the unpacking
in its tracks...

I'm surprised I
haven't heard of the Padmores

Just as bad as the Krays
and the Richardsons.

Really?

-Hmm.
-Go on.

This guy Ian Padmore,

he was a sadistic gang leader
and slum landlord.

He would drive up rent
then force

his indebted tenants
into criminality.

The young women would
typically become prostitutes,

and the young men
would be forced to rob and steal

or face serious consequences.

So Gavin's dad was one
of many...

Brendan Daly was forced
to rob the watchmakers

where he worked
or face eviction.

He likely died defending the man
he was supposed to rob.

-Hmm.
-They never found his body.

Oh, God...

A watch.

That's all his son and daughter
have to remember him by...

Listen, you haven't seen a
silver link bracelet, have you?

Yours?

Sandy's.

It seemed to disappear
from the jewellery box

when I was packing up.

Not guilty.

But I will keep an eye out.

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Branson:
How was old man Daly?

I hear single malt was served?

Histories were shared?

The man as just lost his sister.

He wanted some company.

Ain't nothing wrong
with tap water, Roy.

And tell Nick that no-one
likes a gassing fishwife.

[ Chuckles ]

-[ Doorbell ringing ]
-Norman: "Open Villas"?

What's that all about?

Swingers
of Southern Spain unite?

By the looks of their website,

it's just a bloody
timeshare company.

My Grandad got a place in Cyprus
after my nan died.

Oh yeah.
Happy ending?

Happy-ish, he died
of a stroke in the jacuzzi.

Well, that's my plan
after you cork it.

Hmm, not if the microwaved
pasties kill you first.

Hm.

Erm, I'm DS Norman Potting.

Do you work here Miss...?

Oh... Marion,
Marion Dupont, yeah.

Crescent Cove Villas.

Tell me,
does the name Aileen Daly

mean anything to you?

Err, maybe.
Yeah, hang on.

Yeah, I called her yesterday
morning at 9:02 a.m.

Do your records say
anything else?

Err...

Yeah.

She wasn't interested.
[ Chuckles ]

Made me laugh actually.

Said her passport
expired years ago

so why would she want
a flat in Spain?

Was there anything else unusual
or memorable about the call?

She was interrupted
by someone at the door.

I just waited,
then, we finished the call.

While you were waiting,
what could you hear

on the other end?

I could heard a man's
voice maybe...

I dunno.

Could you hear what
he was saying?

Or Aileen's response?

No, sorry.

-[ Sighs ]

Has something happened to her?

Theobald:
No prints or DNA so far.

Despite the savagery
of the attack,

they were cautious, controlled.

Here.

What is it...?

These coin-shaped bruises...

Almost covered by the bruising
from the stamping

and the kicking but
the uniform shape and size

suggests an old-school
knuckle-duster.

It's not a fingerprint but
a rarely seen weapon these days.

Rare enough to cross-reference
with other assaults?

Only one way to find out...

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Grace:
You're in antiques, right?

Like your dad?

Does the name Alvin Smallbone
mean anything to you?

He's at the rougher end
of the trade?

No.

When was the last time
you saw your aunt?

Dad's birthday, right?

About a month ago.

Sound about right, Sarah?
A month?

Yeah.

So, you weren't in the habit of
just popping in to see Aileen?

I mean she was only
down the road?

Not regularly.

No.

[ Machinery whirring,
hammer banging ]

The truth is --
and jump in

if you think this is unfair.

but the truth is Gavin doted
on his sister to a fault.

Didn't leave much room
for the rest of us.

Lewis: They were very close
growing up.

Mum, God rest her soul,
used to say that

Dad was
Aileen's brother first

and mum's husband second.

That must've been tough?

Thank you for coming in person,
Superintendent.

-Not at all.
-[ Machinery whirring ]

[ Inhales deeply ]
Broken windows...?

Oh...
[ Chuckles ]

That was, err...

We had a thing with some kids.

They thought we'd run over one
of their bikes it's...

It's all err, sorted now.

Well, thanks for your help.

[ Bottle sprays,
board clatters ]

Bella, I need you
to run background

on Lewis Daly and Sarah
Courtney.

Grace: Has Lewis ever
crossed paths with Smallbone

in a business capacity?

and did Sarah cover
his court case, etc.?

There's a dentist
opposite their house,

see how far back
their CCTV goes.

How we doing with the
Padmore gang anything?

Padmore and his men
went down in '73 for ten years.

Padmore died in '90.
Two of the other ones died.

One of them
emigrated to Australia.

Leaving Clive Ellis.

Clive "Watch the Numbers" Ellis?

Yeah, and he vanished off
the face of the earth in '73.

Which is interesting
because the name

of a key prosecution witness
against Padmore

is redacted in the court files.

[ Telephones ringing ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

Witness protection?

Yeah, I reckon.

But Ellis helped Gavin.

Right, he gave him the watch,
he gave him the clues.

That's debatable.

Those "clues"
have plagued him his whole life.

Yeah, but still,
why would he come after him now?

After all these years?

I don't know.

But we need to find Ellis.

[ Telephones ringing ]

[ Footsteps approaching ]

Here you are.
One of our best sellers.

Mid century replica.

Hm?

Perfect for your place,
tables to match.

[ Chair clatters wobbly ]

There's just no part of me
that looks at that

and thinks I'm looking
at something 50-60 years old.

Well...

[ Chuckles ]

you're not.

Then how is it a replica?

-[ Cellphone ringing ]
-[ Sighs ]

Sorry...

One sec.
[ Ringing continues ]

-Dad?
-Why is Millpark Street closed

when it's bloody
nearly lunchtime?

-What...?
-Look, I turn a blind eye to you

moonlighting on your
latest venture,

but I do expect you
to earn the generous

weekly salary I pay you.

Sue was supposed to open up?

I've had this meeting
in the diary --

[ Call ends ]

-Shit.
-[ Footsteps receding ]

[ Door opens and closes ]

Shit!

[ Chair clatters ]

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[ Keyboard clacking ]

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[ Drawer slides open ]

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[ Computer mouse clicking ]

[ Printer whirring ]

[ Computer whirring ]

[ Printer whirring ]

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Roy.
We've found Smallbone.

[ Indistinct P.A. announcement ]

No honour among thieves,
then, eh?

[ Scoffs ]

Grace: Two things,
and we'll let you rest.

Who tortured
and killed Aileen Daly?

What was the other thing?

I'm guessing the same person
that put you in here?

Names, Alvin.

We can't protect you
if we don't know who from.

-I never set foot in that house.
-Grace: So you didn't knock.

You just pushed a flyer
through a letterbox?

Perhaps she was out.

Or perhaps she was in
and she invited you in,

made you a cup of tea, but then
rebuffed your kind offer

to turn her many valuables
into cash

and kind of forced your hand.

Know this, that house
is being swabbed

and printed from top to bottom
as we speak,

so if we find the minutest trace
of your DNA --

Okay.

She wasn't out.
She did invite me in.

Lots of good stuff, Roy,
some of it seriously good.

It's not my scene.

Hurting old ladies.

So, what,
you passed on the intel

to someone a bit less
scrupulous, was that it?

And that's all I did.

I need names, Alvin,

or I swear to God
you will go down for this.

The planning, the torture,
the murder.

Tudor. Frank Tudor.

Now piss off.

I'll track down
this Frank Tudor.

-Mean anything to you?
-Maybe.

Old-school villain from Hove,
I think.

[ Mobile buzzing ]

Nick, what have you got?

Nick:
Yeah, you were spot-on, boss.

Got a print off the phone
socket at Aileen's house.

It's a match for
convicted robber Sean Barnes.

-Grace: Do we have an address?
-We do.

Council records put him
in a rented a cottage

on the Downs
for the past two years.

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Officer: Police!

Grace: Sean Barnes, we have
a warrant for your arrest.

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Branson: Okay, Mr. Tudor,

why don't you tell me
about Sean Barnes?

Never heard of him.

Alvin Smallbone
has implicated you

in the torture and murder
of Aileen Daly.

We know Barnes was there,

and your CV suggests
that you're more than capable.

Frank: 10 years ago, maybe I'd
have been up for the robbery.

But I'm too old for it now.
I don't need the drama.

So, what?
Smallbone's lying, is he?

He told me the basics.

I was interested
for about five minutes.

Okay, so what changed?

He said the target
was Aileen Daly.

The sister of Gavin.

And that somehow put you off?

Gavin Daly's not a man to cross.

Okay. So...

if word got out

that we'd pulled you in in
connection with Aileen's murder

and somehow Gavin
heard about it...

What do you want?

What have you got?

Between us, of course.

Did they steal watches?
Timepieces? High value?

[ Chuckles ]

I'll take that as a yes, then.

How did you know?

I heard Mark Devlin's
in from Marbella.

Watches are his thing,
lifted to order.

Could be a coincidence,
of course.

Branson:
Tudor's as tough as old boots,

but he meant it when he said

that Gavin Daly's
not a man to cross.

So listen, I'm thinking --

You're thinking it was Gavin

who snatched Smallbone
and tortured him?

It's possible, right?

It's probable.
We mustn't split focus.

Look, I know you've got
this soft spot

for this old man Daly geezer,
right?

Grace: Finding Aileen's killer
is the main priority,

but you've just told me
Tudor and Smallbone

had nothing to do with it?

That's my instinct, yeah.

Yeah, it's mine too.

Tudor's right.
That watch dealer,

Mark Devlin, being in town,
that's not a coincidence.

-Find him.
-Yeah, okay.

Thanks, Glenn.

This is Mark Drake,
who owns the farm.

Mr. Drake, when did
you last see Sean Barnes?

Err, yesterday.

Yeah, he settled up
and cleared out.

He even paid two months on top
for the inconvenience.

Did he have use of a garage
or a storage facility?

Anything like that?

Did he leave
a forwarding address?

Err, no.

No, well, you must've had
a contract?

Paperwork? Something?

The police are on to me,
which means they'll be on to you

if they're not already.

You thought you'd speed things
up by coming here, did you?

I was giving you fair warning.

You weren't answering
your phone!

Look, brass tacks,
we need to get out of Brighton,

then the country.

That'll cost.

Well, it's a good thing
Daly's offering

a 100K reward, then, isn't it?

We've got the watch.

I say we ask the boss
for a bigger cut.

That's risky, Sean.

You forgotten who
our boss works for?

Aye. Rich bastards

who can and will
pay for this all to go away.

So Barnes' criminal contacts are
extensive to say the least.

And fair few are inside,

but it still leaves us
with 20-plus candidates.

Right, that's all I've got.
It's, err, pretty skeletal.

Aye, you're not kidding.

Green Ash Estates?

Yeah. The letting agency
that he came through.

Get them on the phone, see
if he left a forwarding address.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Doorman:
Welcome back, sir.

Receptionist: Mr. Devlin. Hi.

-How are you, alright?
-Yes, good.

So lovely to see you again.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Yeah, so, I've hit up
all the cool hotels

and I found Mark Devlin,
the watch dealer,

at the Flint House.

Got eyes on him now.

Good.
How does he seem to you?

A man who's equally ready
for business or pleasure.

Grace: Stay on him.

Yeah, okay.

Right, I've been going through
Aileen's diary,

and the initial Z appears
on the morning of her death.

But no-one with a first
or last name beginning with Z

appears in her address book.

Okay, keep digging,

but our focus is finding Barnes
and ID'ing his partner.

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[ Vehicle approaches ]

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Roy? Green Ash Estates, the
letting agency Sean Barnes used,

is owned
by the Padmore Partnership.

Padmore?

I had the same question,
and the answer's yes.

Isn't that the same family
that killed Brendan Daly's boss?

Yeah.
The Padmore empire is now, well,

if not a global concern,
a Europe-wide one.

Padmore Partnership own
300-plus subsidiaries

and is valued north of 800 mill.

Wow.

Scratch the surface
and not much has changed.

The companies mainly peddle
cheap lets and credit.

Grace: Money in your pocket,
roof over your head.

There's always a market
for that, isn't there?

What you thinking?

How could the Padmores having
any kind of link

to Aileen's murder
be coincidence?

Half a century's elapsed.
How can it be anything else?

Not forgetting she was killed
on the anniversary

-of her dad's disappearance.
-So, what you saying?

The Padmores have been plaguing
the Daly family down the years?

Why?
It doesn't seem credible.

Agreed, but nor is the idea that
this is just chance or bad luck.

I mean, people don't change,
do they?

I mean, not really.

It's been 60 years since
Brendan Daly was killed --

sorry, disappeared.

I hear you, Norman.

But, boss, right, you're
always looking for patterns,

but maybe sometimes
there isn't a pattern.

It's just random shit.

Look, how do we road-test
this notion?

Never mind prove it?

Time-shares.

Time-shares could be
in the Padmores' wheelhouse.

I mean, that --
It's accommodation of sorts.

Okay.

Aileen was cold-called
about time-shares, right?

Yeah, by Marion Dupont,
the morning she was attacked.

So maybe it was a ploy?

To wrong-foot her just as Barnes
and his partner showed up?

We want 80 grand cash today

or we collect
Gavin Daly's reward.

Yeah, good luck with that.

[ Grunting ]

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Why'd you have to kill
the old lady, you moron?

She wouldn't give up the code.

"She wouldn't
give up the code."

This what I've got to work with?

Grace: Does Marion Dupont
have a record?

Yeah, she does.
One ABH from her days, err,

as a loan shark
for Chance Credit.

What do you want to do,
pick her up?

Get a warrant out,
search property?

You're right, Roy.
It is the Padmores' wheelhouse.

Crescent Cove Open Villas
and Chance Credit

are both owned
by the Padmore Partnership.

You said Barnes has an extensive
list of criminal contacts?

Prioritise anyone who works in
rental debt collection.

Cheers, Taylor.
See you tomorrow.

I heard about Lewis' aunt.

My God, I'm so sorry.

-Thank you.
-How's he doing?

Lewis, I mean?

Are you sorry,
or are you fishing?

I'm sorry.

But we do need to talk.

Leave it alone, Molly,
for both of our sakes.

So, this is the CCTV from the
dentist opposite Lewis' house.

Doesn't show who broke
the windows, but...

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[ Key clacks ]

-Can we find out who she is?
-Sure.

Alright. I've had another sift
through Barnes' associates,

prioritising loan sharks
and rent collectors.

What's this?
The not-so-short shortlist?

Oh, didn't I mention,
I've got a favourite.

Robert Macario.

Multiple GBH convictions,
even an attempted murder charge,

and he beat that.

So why's he risen to the top?

Well, in all but one of his
GBHs he used a knuckle-duster.

And we can definitely
tie Macario to Barnes?

Norman:
Yeah, and Marion Dupont.

He was loan sharking for her
at Chance Credit,

and he was Barnes' cellie
at Eastville prison.

[ Mobile buzzing ]

Glenn?

Uniform have just found
the body of Sean Barnes.

I'm heading to the scene now.

Surveillance are gonna
take over here.

An unknown female called it in.
Two assailants.

The one who did the deed
sounds like it could be Macario.

The other one was a woman
who drove off in an Audi TT.

The burst blood vessels
in his eyes

are consistent
with a haemorrhaging associated

with asphyxiation.

But his hands are clean.

No bruises on the knuckles,
nothing under the nails.

Grace:
No attempt to fight back, then?

Whoever did this
was highly practised,

possibly someone Barnes trusted.

Well, Macario ticks both boxes.

Never trust a man with a
knuckle-duster, boys and girls.

I want Macario and Dupont
in custody by morning.

I don't care what it takes.

Also, keep eyes on Devlin.

There's every chance they'll
meet him at the Flint House.

And we revisit
all interested parties,

anyone who might be
or might've been

in business with the Padmores.

Starting with her,
Sarah Courtney.

Because that is not an "S."

It's a "Z."

Aileen's 11:00 a.m.

And if she was, it's a bit odd
she didn't mention it, eh?

Zoe's my real name.

I changed it because
there was another presenter

called Zoe Courtney,
believe it or not.

So it was you Aileen was seeing
the morning she died?

I just popped over
for half an hour.

I liked Aileen.
Liked her house. Liked her vibe.

We used to just sit and chat

and listen to old
Nina Simone records.

Sounds innocuous.

Why didn't you mention this
to us?

For the same reason
that she refers to me

as "Z" in her diary.

Gavin is very controlling.

Sees the worst in people.

Well, everyone except for
his sister and his dad.

So he would see
your fraternizing as what?

-Muscling in on her will?
-Exactly.

And when you say he sees
the worst in people,

that includes Lewis?

Times a thousand.

His idea of being a good dad

was sending him off
to boarding school.

Just "out of sight,
out of mind."

And how does Lewis feel
about him?

Err...

ask me an easy one.

Erm...

loves him
and hates him in equal measure.

Lewis is an only child,
and his mum died of cancer

-when he was little, so...
-His dad was his whole world?

And he'll never stop
craving his approval.

Okay. Well, err,
thanks for your help.

That looks like a fun night.
That your producer?

Err, no, that's Molly,
my researcher.

That's my producer on the end.

Norman: Molly Daniels?

DS Potting, DS Moy.

-You got a minute?
-Not really.

We've been trying to contact you

so we could clarify your
relationship with Lewis Daly.

He's married to my boss.

That's my relationship
with Lewis Daly.

So you've never been
to visit him at his home,

34 Barstock Road?

Christ.

I don't know where to start.

Try the beginning.

Sarah...someone assaulted her.

I mean badly.

She had these weird bruises,
three or four in a row.

I thought it was Lewis.

Right.
And you confronted him?

He denied it.
Persuasively.

He presumably offered
an alternative explanation?

'Cause to my
unreconstructed eye,

this looks like
he's paying you off, yeah.

You've got your dates mixed up.

That was before
I saw Sarah's bruises.

I did some research
work for him.

-Research work?
-He wanted me to look into

the circumstances of his
grandfather's disappearance.

Molly, we need you on the floor.

Molly: One second.

Look, I'm under
exclusive contract here,

but I needed the money.

Bella: Okay. We're done.

-Bruises.
-You thinking what I'm thinking?

-Knuckle-dusters.
-Just like Aileen.

Macario.

Why would Macario
want to attack Sarah Courtney?

She had her windows smashed
'cause she owed money

and Macario was collecting.

Still wants her
getting paid for her TV work,

leaves her face intact.

Yeah. That kind of work
pays pretty well.

So why's Sarah Courtney
in that kind of debt?

Grace:
There's no easy way to say this.

A woman we believe to have been
involved in Aileen's murder

is a long-term employee
of the Padmore Partnership.

The Partnership
is now a fully --

I know all about
the Padmore Partnership.

I can tell you their share
price for the past 30 years.

What kind of employee?

Grace: She worked for two
of their subsidiaries,

a property agency
and a loan company.

Gavin:
If someone's coming for me,

someone with knowledge
of my past,

it makes me think,
what else do they know?

Tables can always be turned.

Let me stop you there.

Unless you want me to be charge
you with the Smallbone assault.

I deny all charges.

Okay.

Off the record.
That was you, right?

Who snatched Smallbone
from police custody?

My custody?

And in the process, I assume
that you -- or your driver --

asked him if he had a hand
in the robbery?

-So?
-He denied it,

and in the end, I believed him.

But you misunderstand me,
Superintendent.

I mean, what else
do they know about my father?

They might know
what happened to him,

where he's been all these years.

If the Padmores don't know,
no-one does.

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[ Mobile ringing ]

-Grace: Glenn.
-Branson: Receptionist said

that Devlin's ordered lunch
in his room times three.

Okay. All hands on deck,
but you're in charge.

Glenn, tread carefully,
especially with Macario.

Yeah. Roger that.

Come in.

Grace: One of you owes money
to dangerous people,

and I think it's Lewis, not you.

They targeted you because they
thought it would be quicker,

-move the dial.
-It's none of your business.

The man who murdered Aileen
beat her with a knuckle-duster.

That's my business, Sarah.

His name is Robert Macario.

He's a seasoned criminal,
now works as a debt collector.

Is that the context
in which you met him?

Yeah.

Is there a reason you used to
visit Aileen on your own,

without Lewis?

He resented her
because his dad doted on her.

But if the two of you got on

and you were with her
the day she died, why hide it?

Like I told your colleagues --

Grace:
Because of Gavin?

I don't buy it, Sarah.

Withholding the fact that
you were one of the last people

to see her alive is a big deal,
and you know it.

You were asking her for money,
right?

And my guess is
that she said no?

She said that all
of my other visits

were just to butter her up.

Harsh but true?

No.

But I should've come forward.

Grace: Well, I understand
why you didn't.

You're in the public eye,
almost famous.

Asking an old lady for money
just before she turns up dead,

-that's bad optics.
-Stop it.

But so is obstructing
a murder inquiry,

which is what your sin
of omission amounts to.

Now, you can make amends.

Lewis was scared.

But was he scared enough
to point Macario

in the direction of Aileen
and the watch?

I know that is a horrible,
horrible notion,

but it is something
we have to consider.

I don't know.

I-I don't know.

[ Door opens ]

Lewis.

-Can I come in?
-It's not a good time.

Lewis:
I wanna see the page.

I've been thinking about
Grandpa Brendan,

thinking maybe we can find him
together.

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Oh, no, this way.

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[ Indistinct conversations ]

♪♪

He's getting antsy.

♪♪

Two occupants,
waiting for visual.

Confirmed. Dupont and Macario
in the car.

[ Gearshift clicks ]

Branson: Hold it.

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On my word.

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Dupont: Shit.

Go, go, go!

Stop! Police!

♪♪

[ Grunting ]

Branson:
[ Shouts ] Stay down.

Stay down!

[ Grunts ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

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Not to piss on your parade,
but, erm...

I've looked at those words
and numbers every which way.

So have I, Dad.

Paid people even smarter
than you to do the same.

What if "158" isn't
numbers, but letters?

-Whoa, whoa! Careful!
-What if it's --

I dunno -- "ISB" or -- or "LSB"?

Numbers, letters,
backwards, forwards,

-I've considered everything.
-[ Mobile rings ]

Right, well, humour me.

Have you considered
that "watch the numbers"

could be a play
on the actual word "watch,"

so it means something like,

"Watch the numbers
on the watch"?

Well, I'm sure in the mists of
time I've explored that, yeah.

-You don't sound very certain.
-Well, it led nowhere, Lewis.

It stopped at one minute past
4:00 on the 26th March

-with the second hand at 7.
-So?

Lewis: So if you boiled that
down to numbers,

starting with the biggest
measure, months,

and ending with the smallest
measure, seconds,

that'd give you...

3-2-6-4-1-7.

Except "watch the numbers"

could mean something
totally different.

-It could.
-Even if you're right,

the numbers could be computed
in a hundred different ways.

Let's start with the letters.

Solve that, and maybe
the numbers'll fall into place.

Okay "ISB."

No, no, no.

Lewis, mate,
I've got things to do.

"LSB," okay?

"LSB" plus "London" plus "1964."

-Well?
-London Sewage Board.

Decommissioned in '65.

What?

Barlow's shop was
right over a network of drains

and, erm, some kind
of subterranean river.

-River?
-Gavin: Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Pa took me down there once
when old man Barlow was away.

Lewis: Look, Dad.

"LSB" followed by
a six-figure number,

over and over.

It's a manhole cover.

They've all got numbered IDs.

Branson: Registered property
of the late Aileen Daly.

It's all been recovered
from a Shoreham storage unit

that you rent
in your mother's name.

My mum's big-hearted.

She's gullible,
if you're being harsh.

Lets half of Brighton store
their stuff in there,

and she won't be told.

No surprise, your friend Macario
is "no commenting."

So this is your chance
to put clear blue water

between you and him.

Between you and this.

[ Exhales sharply ]

What about Lewis Daly?

Came to you for a loan,
is that right?

Yeah.

Brokered a lump sum

for him to finance his
replica furniture outfit.

What were your impressions
of him?

Bit of an oddball.

Lot of questions
about our parent company.

The Padmore Partnership?

Yeah, but mostly the
Padmore family side of things,

the history.

I've never met the family,

so half his questions
I couldn't answer.

-Such as?
-How long they'd been around,

how many pies they
still got their fingers in.

It was like it excited him.

What, being in business
with them?

Yeah. Even if he was
just borrowing their cash

at frankly moronic rates.

-Go on.
-Two years on, he's defaulted.

He's paid nothing back.
So Macario roughed up his wife.

Roughed her up?

He pummelled her
with a knuckle-duster.

Nothing broken.

Next day Lewis told us
about the Clairmont Leroux

in his aunt's safe.

Of course, by now
I was freelancing,

not representing Chance Credit.

Sure, but the Padmores

would get their money back
eventually, right?

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna have to
"no comment" that one.

And can you call my lawyer?

[ Mobile ringing ]

-Sarah?
-Where have you been?

I've been trying to call you.

Yeah, what is it?

Sarah:
The police have been here.

They think
you were behind the robbery.

Is it true?

What did you tell 'em, Sarah?

What did you say to the police?

Hillman: Everything okay?

Yeah.

Dad and I were just --
were just heading out.

-Where to?
-London.

I'll run you up.

Oh, no. No, it's fine.

We've, erm -- We've got
some stuff to talk about.

It's no trouble.

I said it's fine.

How about I ask your dad, seeing
it's him I work for and not you?

[ Chuckles ]

So, what did she tell
the police?

[ Body thuds ]

Come on, Dad.

-Terry can take us.
-Oh, no.

Three's a crowd.

Come on.
We can talk on the way.

-Her lawyer's 10 minutes away.
-Okay.

Round two, we need her
to implicate Macario,

no ifs, no buts.

We need Lewis in custody.

Nick: Boss.

-I think I've found Clive Ellis.
-How?

Nick: He had a younger brother
called Mitchell.

Four hours in the records office

and I find a death certificate
for a Mitchell Ellis.

I tracked down
the cremation forms,

and they are countersigned
by a Clive Ellis.

I thought he was
in witness protection.

Nick: Maybe he got lax.

I traced him to a nursing home
in Croydon, and get this.

Staff tell me
that a TV researcher

has been making inquiries
about him.

-Molly Daniels?
-Mm-hmm.

Said she was researching
the East End in the '60s.

Right,
so she was telling the truth.

Lewis had put her out to work.

Hold on,
why does he wanna find Ellis?

To win his dad's love.

Solve the riddle
that's blighted his whole life.

Okay, we need to pick up
Lewis Daly.

If you can't find him,
get hold of Sarah

and tell her it is in
her best interest to help us.

Norman: Yeah, okay.

Ellis?

He's the key to the whole thing.

Oh, Christ, first Gavin's son,
now you lot.

I should have hired a secretary.

We thought you were
in witness protection.

I was. Testified against
Ian Padmore back in '73.

New ID, the full works.

Packed me off to New Jersey
for the best part of 40 years.

-What brought you home?
-My brother.

He had dementia.
He was all on his own.

I came back in 2019
against all the advice.

Right, so you were jeopardizing
your not-so-new identity then?

After my brother died, I was
so sad and tired, I didn't care.

So I just became
Clive Ellis again.

That's why Gavin Daly
couldn't find you.

Did he try?

Oh, yeah, he tried.

I'll never forget his face
when we left the flat.

Abandoned.

Like he knew
he'd never see his dad again.

Ian: Come on, Ellis!

Is that why
you gave him the watch?

I wanted him to have something
to remember his dad by.

Why didn't Brendan Daly make
it home that night, Mr. Ellis?

Well, he didn't die trying
to save his boss,

that's for sure.

It was Brendan's idea
to rob the watchmaker

in the first place.

[ Dog barking in distance ]

He's definitely away?

He's gone to his sister's.

Won't be back till Sunday night.

Right.

Grace: Brendan's?

Yeah.

Well, why drag him
out of his flat?

Clive: Again, his idea.

So the kids would say
that he was forced

when the Old Bill
came round asking.

[ Sighs ]

"Watch the numbers,"
tell me about that.

Well, it weren't in my interest

for them to find Brendan
too quick -- or anyone else.

I've always liked puzzles,
so I sent him one.

The watch was broken
during the raid,

so I set the hands
to the numbers, like a code.

He never solved it.

Maybe that's for the best.

Where is Brendan Daly,
Mr. Ellis?

♪♪

Norman?

Found Gavin's driver out cold,
bludgeoned over the head.

So I spoke to
his store manager,

said Gavin's on the way
to London with Lewis.

But she doesn't know where.

But judging by the look
of this guy,

I think he's in real danger.

Yeah.
I think you might be right.

♪♪

Lewis:
The watchmaker's?

You've never been back?

♪♪

♪♪

Gavin: Don't be asking
where I learned how to do this.

♪♪

So...

...old man Barlow
was found over there.

-You sure there's a cellar?
-Yeah, 'course I'm sure.

[ Door creaks ]

♪♪

♪♪

-No drain cover.
-No.

♪♪

Let's shift this lot.

[ Mobile buzzing ]

[ Buzzing stops ]

-Who was that?
-Gavin: Grace.

Come on.

♪♪

♪♪

Lewis: Dad! 326417.

You found it, son.

♪♪

Take this.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

You think they just
threw him in?

No.

No, Dad.

♪♪

Dad!

♪♪

♪♪

Help me.

[ Creaking ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Pa.

♪♪

Pa.

-[ Sighs ]
-[ Flashlight clanks ]

♪♪

He didn't abandon you, Dad.

He didn't leave you.

No.

[ Lewis breathing shakily ]

Lewis.

We found him.

No, we didn't, Lewis.

You found him.

Question is...

how?

We -- We followed the clues.

No, we didn't.
You brought me straight here.

I found him.
Isn't that enough?

It's over.
You're free.

How did you know, hey?

You know, if you'd shown me
half the love and care

you lavish on those watches,
none of this would've happened.

[ Gun cocks ]
None of what?

[ Scoffs ]

Seriously?

Who've you been talking to?!

[ Sniffles ]
The Padmores, Dad.

I've been talking
to the Padmores.

'Course, if you'd lent me the
money, I wouldn't have had to.

I wouldn't be in their debt.

And I wouldn't have --

What?

What?

Had to tell them
about the watch.

♪♪

You...

Go on, Dad.
Finish the job.

Go on.

♪♪

Branson: Gavin, put it down.
Put the gun down.

Gavin:
I've come for answers.

I'm not leaving till I get 'em.

Grace: Fair enough.

Lewis did arrange to have this
stolen to pay off his debts.

And he will spend a long time
in prison

for his part in Aileen's murder.

Lewis: They said
they wouldn't hurt her!

They promised me!

My sister died in fear and agony

'cause of you...

-you sack of shit!
-[ Grunts ]

Grace:
Gavin, he couldn't have known

that they would do
what they did.

-I didn't!
-Gavin: 'Course you did.

You picked the 6th of April
for that very reason, right?

I just wanted your attention.

All I gave you,
you waste of space.

You always were.

You wanted for nothing!

He wanted your attention.

But that was allotted to Aileen,
to your dad, to the past.

Yeah, but just shows I got
my priorities right, didn't it.

Lewis: Oh, really?

I hear sweet old
Grandpa Brendan

used to beat the crap
out of you, Aileen too.

You spent your life
looking for a monster,

and look what you turned into!

-[ Gavin shouts ]
-[ Gunshot ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

We spoke to Clive Ellis.

And he painted a very different
picture of your dad.

♪♪

[ Switch clicks ]

You! I always knew
you was rubbish.

[ Grunts ]

Clive: No, don't!

[ Grunting ]

You bastard!

[ Shouting ]

-[ Gunshot ]
-[ Knife clinks ]

♪♪

Ian: Hide his body.

If they're looking for him,
they're not looking for us.

[ Gun clatters ]

He had a record a mile long,
Gavin.

Lies. All lies.

He had a drink problem.
He had a bad temper.

Ellis said that all the mums
feared for you and your sister.

It was on his shoulders.
It was all on him.

Young Gavin: Pa!

[ Crying ]

♪♪

Aah! Stop!

Aah!

Stop it, Pa, stop.

I feel sorry for you, Dad.

You weren't looking for him
all these years.

You were defending the memory
of a man who never existed.

Of course there was nothing
left for the rest of us.

Stop. Stop.

He's right.

You don't have to live
in the past.

Just let it go.

♪♪

I tried to be strong...

...so that people could
rely on me, turn to me.

I failed everyone.

♪♪

♪♪

I'm sorry.

[ Sobbing ]

I'm so sorry.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Sighs ]

♪♪

[ Gearshift clicks ]

[ Sighs ]

You know, people talk about
being stuck in the past,

imprisoned by it.

Right, well, just to be clear,

are we talking
about you or Gavin Daly?

[ Chuckles ]

Well, he's a one-man
cautionary tale, certainly.

But I suppose even
the most painful memories

can become familiar,
err, a refuge, if you like.

In comparison, the here and now
can seem terrifying.

Never mind the future.

That the voice of experience,
old-timer?

Let's just call it
a work in progress.

[ Sighs ]

You haven't been to bed,
have you?

Yeah. I slept on the couch.
Didn't want to disturb you.

So that was someone else
coming in the front door

half an hour ago?

-[ Thud ]
-Child: Mum? Where's my kit?

-Child #2: Mum, where's my kit?
-[ Groans ]

-Child #1: I asked first.
-Child #2: I asked first.

Child #1: Stop copying me.

Child #2: I don't remember
where I put my kit.

Child #1:
Your kit's on the...

Delivery woman was on one.

I mean really shitty.

So I told her where to go,
and then she just stopped

and looked at me,
and she apologised

and said she was
being made redundant,

and she ended up coming in
for tea and biscuits

and telling me
all about her kids.

I love you.

I don't...have anything.

Erm, I mean, I haven't got a...

a ring or anything.

Will you marry me?

♪♪

You could at least get down
on one knee.

[ Laughs ]

Joking.

♪♪

Yes...I think.

You think?

This isn't because I'm pregnant?

This is what you actually want?

This is most definitely
what I actually want.

Well, then...

yes.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Knock on door ]

No. Don't -- Leave it.
Just leave it.

♪♪

Roy?

♪♪

♪♪

[ Dog barking in distance ]

♪♪

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