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All good.

Turn your engine off please.

Security, [speaking drowned out by truck].

-[car door thudding] -[tyres screeching]

-[car door thudding] -Ma'am!

Sorry to drag you out on a Sunday, 24/7, this place.

Aye, so am I, pet.

Now hit and run, they said.

Container lorry was pulled over by a customs,

who failed to stop, ran over the foreman, Gary Mallon,

drove straight through the barrier.

Any news on his condition?

Paramedics scooped him up about an hour ago.

Severe head injury, I've got Jac at the hospital now.

-Well, plenty of witnesses. -Yeah, dockers, hauliers,

security, we're working through the statements.

So what was it, robbery?

Well, the pick up seemed legit, Beadnell Haulage,

driver's name on the docket, Michael Brindle.

One of the regulars by all accounts.

Well, go down to their head office.

There'll be a tracker in that lorry,

they might be able to tell us where it is now.

Now I'd better liaise with customs.

Nicola Dobbs, she's the one in charge.

Right.

DCI Stanhope, love,

was it you who apprehended the vehicle in question?

The container was already loaded and locked.

I picked up an anomaly on one of the seals,

numbers on the PIN barrel, didn't match.

Right, so what was in the consignment?

Laptops, hard drives, widescreen TVs.

And who was the shipper?

Carr's Electrical Imports, wholesale suppliers,

came in from Lahore.

Now have there been any other incidents recently

we should know about?

A few containers broken into,

while they were sitting in the yard.

Small-time theft, they're written off by Port Authorities.

What, you mean they're hushed up?

Haulage is a big business,

clients like to know their goods are secure.

Now the driver, Michael Brindle,

can you give us a description?

There might be something on CCTV.

[soft tense music]

Ian, can you bring up the footage of the incident?

[computer beeping]

[soft tense music]

[melodic dramatic music]

So he's pulled over for a random check,

drives off hell for leather,

doesn't want that container opened.

Most of the hauliers have no idea what they're moving.

Well, clearly this fella was onto something.

What do you need to get out of the lorry?

Locks are fully automated, faster, safer, more efficient.

So you've no footage we can work with?

Ian, can you bring up platform containers surveillance?

Yep, that's on the top screen now.

[computer beeping]

[Nicola] Around 20 minutes earlier.

Can you go in any tighter?

[computer beeping]

He doesn't fancy being on camera, does he?

[Vera tutting]

[Vera sighing]

[soft upbeat music]

What's this number here?

Every container has a designated consignment PIN.

And would anyone else have access to that PIN?

The owner of the freight and the shipping agent.

[phone ringing]

Mark.

Ma'am, I thought you'd want to know,

the real Michael Brindle just rolled up.

Thank you, nine a.m. on the dot,

travelled up from the depot in Stockton.

He always stops for a full English at Killingrove Services,

you can set your clock by him apparently.

So our missing vehicle was wearing false plates.

Innocent victim, someone stole his ID.

Yeah, I'll take him down the station,

get a statement to rule him out.

No, no, nevermind that,

we need to focus on the missing rig, lockups, warehouses,

anywhere you might want to hide a lorry.

Yes, ma'am.

Follow me, sir.

[soft melodic music]

[seagulls cawing]

[Vera] Jared, isn't it?

I hear you had a lucky escape.

If the foreman hadn't stepped up,

it would've been me in the ambulance.

Now what we're after is a description of the driver.

I barely got a look at him.

[Vera] But you signed him in at the gate,

one of your regulars.

I only started in the job few weeks ago,

still putting names to faces.

They pay us money to keep those lorries moving.

You need to be checked out by a doctor, hm?

I'm okay.

[Vera] You might have concussion

and make sure somebody else drives you there.

[soft melodic music]

[Aiden] I thought I'd lost you.

[Vera] I've just spoken to young Jared.

[Aiden] So what are you thinking?

Someone forges that driver's ID,

pitches up with a PIN number and steals the consignment

and no one at the port here

seems to have got a proper look at him.

Why that container?

TVs and laptops, flog them on eBay.

[phone ringing]

All that trouble for a few tellies, not worth the risk.

Jac.

[background people chattering]

Is he awake?

[Jac] Doctors found the bleed on his brain.

They're keeping him sedated, but he's gonna need surgery.

So we won't be talking to anyone soon.

Who's that with him?

[Jac] That's his mum, Sandra Mallon.

She hasn't moved since they brought him in.

[Vera] Here, love.

Thank you.

They said it was a robbery.

Well, one of his team members was in the path of the lorry

and your son pushed him clear,

took the brunt of it himself.

He wasn't even supposed to be working this morning.

Are you sure about that?

Promised to drive me into town, save me a bus, he said,

rang last night and cancelled, short-staffed.

Always a soft touch, my Gary,

look where it's landed him.

[soft melodic music]

Now is there anyone else you'd like us to call?

He's been on his own a while now.

His mam will be here soon as he wakes up.

Yeah, course you will.

I've got an address for Carr's Electrical Import Limited,

they've got a distribution plant in Wingrove,

their owner is Julian Carr.

We've been trading for 30 odd years now,

independent suppliers, high street shops,

although most of our business is online these days.

Electrical appliances?

Aye, and this will seriously affect our supply chain.

And it's all imported through Peyton, is it?

Aye, well, the duty's always cheaper

in the smaller ports, less red tape to contend with.

Now this customs declaration

and your description of the stolen goods,

you say it all tallies?

Well, everything seems to be in order.

Right, now Beadnell Haulage,

any issues we should know about?

We outsource shipping and transport,

a third party forward us.

They've always been reliable enough.

Now the question I've been asking myself, Mr. Carr

is why would they target your container?

Maybe they just got lucky, hm.

Hm.

I heard one of the employees was injured.

Yeah, a foreman down at the port,

he's still in a critical condition.

Our thoughts are with his family.

Oh, aye, thanks, Mr. Carr.

[tense melodic music]

Anything?

[Aiden] All seems above board.

Well, imports and exports must be a lucrative business,

judging by the cut of his suit.

Do you think he might be in on it?

There was nothing random about that robbery.

It's got to have been an inside job.

[phone ringing]

Mark.

I'm over in Peyton, ma'am, the industrial park,

we've found the lorry.

[intense melodic music]

-[car rumbling] -[soft upbeat music]

[car doors thudding]

We've just had confirmation from forensics,

it's definitely the vehicle that was used for the robbery,

a damage to a side light from the collision with the gate.

Perps abandoned half the gear.

Well, they hadn't banked on running over Gary Mallon,

-had they? -Well, yeah,

most of what was left has been nicked by local scallies.

[Aiden] They must've thought it was Christmas.

Right, check out the roads in and out of here, Mark,

-see if anyone saw anything. -Ma'am.

[Vera] Malcolm.

-Yes. -What have you got for us?

Well, cab's been sprayed with disinfectant,

so whoever was driving it has cleaned up all the evidence.

[Vera] Oh, great.

But as for the container, that's another story.

-[ladder rattling] -I can manage, thank you.

And none of this has been wiped clean?

It doesn't look like it.

Bear in mind we haven't processed this yet,

so I'd appreciate it, if you didn't touch anything.

[metal clanging]

Looks like a bit of a free for all.

I wouldn't be surprised if we pick up

dozens of prints in here.

Well, I'm just after the one set of prints, Malcolm.

You know, people live in these things?

They like to call them starter homes.

Well, I've seen worse windows.

Couple of windows,

I'd have one down that end

and another down this end.

[soft melodic music]

[flashlight clicking on]

The paneling's been prized open here, Malcolm.

Yes, you're not touching anything, are you?

And I'm guessing there was something stashed in there,

that's not on the manifest.

Hm.

-[cars rumbling] -[soft upbeat music]

[seagulls cawing]

[car door clicking open]

[Aiden] DS Healy, can I help you?

I need a word with the SIO.

Ma'am!

I've been authorised to impound this vehicle

and its contents.

And you are?

Lucia Kehoe, National Crime Agency.

Well, you're a bit late, love,

half the stuff's been nicked.

We're working with the Northeast Regional Crime Unit,

an ongoing surveillance operation.

[tuts] Got a warrant, have we?

Might be better if we discussed this in private.

[Vera] Well, I'm assuming this is drugs.

[Lucia] Yes, we think the robbery

was connected to organised crime.

So you must have someone in your sights?

I'm not at liberty to divulge that.

[Vera tutting]

[Vera sighing]

Grace Webley,

head of a crime syndicate with links to the town.

Yeah, I know who Grace Webley is.

Well, then you'll know the Webleys run the port.

Place is riddled with corruption.

Bit of an accusation.

Well, it's the reason we left you

some legroom this morning, couldn't afford any leaks.

Well, I can vouch for this lot, love.

Have you tracked down the haulier, Michael Brindle?

Michael Brindle wasn't driving the vehicle.

We're still trying to ascertain who was.

We got a result with the VIN,

it was stolen from an HGV hire company three weeks ago.

That doesn't make any sense.

The Webleys need to look clean, no chance of any blow back.

[Vera] Aye, so why would they risk using a stolen vehicle?

Puts the whole operation in jeopardy.

Well, if there were drugs in that container, love,

they're long gone.

Drugs, are you gonna enlighten us?

Yeah, cavity at the back of the container.

Tyre tracks and shoe prints.

Yeah, well, obviously the contraband

was transferred to another vehicle.

We're looking at a transit van.

So they took what they could carry and left the rest,

knowing the evidence would be contaminated.

Hm, right, so put out an ANPR,

any van in the vicinity of this site, window of the robbery.

This incident was customs related,

that falls under NCA jurisdiction.

Now, let's get one thing straight, love,

I'm running this investigation, so call off your dogs

and let forensics do their job.

[soft melodic music]

[Lucia sighing]

So what do we know about the Webleys, Kenny?

Well, Grace Webley's in charge of the family business.

Not that she gets her hands dirty.

Well, her eldest son, Dylan was minding the shop

until he was found dead a few months ago.

No great loss to anyone.

Rumour has it he was taken out by a rival drug gang.

Word on the street, Grace Webley's past it these days,

too busy grieving for her son.

But maybe she just wants to prove them all wrong.

What if they've got a mark down at the port, hm?

Someone they know they can flip.

Haulage company came back clean.

But what about the driver, hm, Michael Brindle?

Nothing that ties him to organised crime.

No, but regular as clockwork,

he's up at Killingrove Services downing his bacon and eggs.

No, well, somebody at the port must've had a heads up,

somebody that knew his routine.

Exactly, Kenny.

All employees are thoroughly vetted,

baseline and national security checks.

Well, clearly someone slipped through the net.

-Sorry to interrupt, ma'am. -Oh, here he is at last.

Have a little lie in, did you, pet?

No, I've got Kelly Mallon in one of the interview rooms.

Who?

Gary Mallon's ex-wife, claims her son's gone missing.

[soft tense music]

[Kelly] Gary gets to see Joe on odd weekends,

that's when he coughs up for maintenance.

[Vera] And this was his turn?

He should've dropped him off at school this morning,

he never turned up for classes.

Well, I'm afraid your ex-husband was involved

in an incident at work yesterday morning.

What kind of incident?

I'm afraid he was hit by a lorry, love,

he was badly injured, he's in intensive care.

So where the hell is my son?

How old is your son?

He-he's 13.

[Vera] And when did you last see him?

-Saturday morning. -[soft tense music]

I drove him over to Bedlington,

handed him over to his dad.

Bedlington?

Joe always plays rugby Saturdays, Junior Sevens.

And what time did you drop him off?

It must've been around 2:30.

And he's not with any of his mates?

I've been ringing round all day.

No one's heard a peep from him.

His phone's switched off.

No sign of life at his dad's place.

And that's Peyton?

Canton Farm Estate, Gary's mam will have a key.

[Vera] Did you know Joe was spending the weekend

with his dad?

Kelly likes to cancel last minute, some cobbled excuse,

anything to stop my Gary from seeing him.

Well, you should've told us Gary had a son, love,

-an ex-wife. -It's been a couple of years,

since she walked out on him, broke my Gary's heart,

when she took his son.

And you say Gary had limited contact with his son?

That was all down to Kelly,

even took out a restraining order.

Ma'am.

I've spoken with most of the neighbours,

next door saw Gary park up on Saturday evening,

but no one remembers seeing Joe with him.

Right, pull out his phone records,

see if they can tell us anything.

[door clicking open]

He, he will have tidied, if Joe was stopping,

not left the place like this.

No, well.

Joe will have been with one of his mates somewhere.

But he wouldn't have left his inhaler behind.

[soft tense music]

No, I think that's an old one, love.

Stress brings it on.

I told Gary, mam and dad always fighting.

Could I ask you to just wait outside, pet, hm?

I'll not be a minute.

Thanks, Sandra.

[door thudding]

[soft melodic music]

[fridge door clicking open]

[fridge door thudding]

[soft melodic music]

[door clicking open]

[door thudding]

Kenny sent through some intel on that restraining order.

Gary Mallon turned up drunk at Peter Henson's place

demanding to see his son.

Police had to arrest him for breach of the peace.

He's not quite the saint that his mum thinks he is.

Well, he sounds like a desperate dad to me.

What, precious time with his lad

and he's been on a bender all weekend?

There's a fridge full of food, couple of DVDs.

Where's his bedroom?

[soft melodic music]

This bed hasn't been slept in.

Oh, Kelly said they were both at the match.

So where's his stuff, his dirty kit?

That lad didn't stay here at the weekend.

His dad must've come home without him.

So where is the little fella?

[intense melodic music]

[body thudding]

So Joe Mallon played a match here on Saturday,

-Junior Sevens. -Scored the winning try.

And did his dad stay to watch the match?

Retired to the clubhouse for some liquid refreshment,

missed his lad's big moment.

Did you see Joe afterwards?

He was sat on his own in the changing room.

I had to chivvy him along to go lock up.

Oh, so he didn't go off with any of his mates then?

He was waiting on his dad, he said.

And what time was this?

Must've been around five o'clock.

Has something happened that I should know about?

Do these cameras belong to the club?

We've had a few car break-ins,

so the committee installed them for peace of mind.

I couldn't look at the footage, could I, love?

I'll need to ring the club secretary.

Yeah, if you wouldn't mind.

-Thanks. -[soft tense music]

So no one's seen him since Saturday.

Day before that consignment was stolen.

If his dad left him waiting, maybe they'd fallen out.

No, well, maybe they had,

but it doesn't explain where he's been the last two days.

No and he should've dropped him off

at school this morning.

So why didn't he report him missing, hm?

Instead of that, he changes his shift and goes into work.

This has got to be connected to that robbery.

[intense melodic music]

[soft melodic music]

[tray clattering]

Now I ran a GC/MS test on that powder residue you spotted,

ah, definitely traces of heroin.

I'd say there was room in that cavity for around 20 kilos.

No wonder they didn't want customs anywhere near them.

Now fingerprints, follow me.

So we've isolated seven different sets of prints

from the container,

two of which have come up trumps on the PNC,

a teenage girl with previous for shoplifting

[Vera tutting]

and a pensioner with a conviction for fly tipping.

Well, they're hardly candidates for a drugs cartel.

No, but it should narrow down

the whereabouts of a couple of those tellys.

[Vera sighing heavily]

[tuts] What's this, collecting insects now, are we?

Ah, yes, well, you see, I've always had a passion

for forensic entomology.

[Vera tutting]

[sighs] Right.

I found it on the floor of the driver's cab,

culiseta annulata, the common mosquito.

Aye, I know what it is.

A bit of a long shot, but bear with me.

There was a fascinating case a few years back,

-which set a precedent. -[soft melodic music]

A fisherman from Tromso was convicted of murdering his wife.

Now the wife was having an affair with the brother.

Oh, just cut to the chase, will you?

Ah, well, they extracted his DNA from a mosquito

they found in the car he'd hired to follow his wife

the night she was killed.

So if this little chap here has had a nibble on our driver,

we'll run the blood for a match.

Any questions?

[soft melodic music]

-[door clicking open] -Kenny, anything?

[Kenny] Ah, those checks on port security

-you asked me for. -Aye.

Jared Drew, he has previous.

Has he indeed?

Yeah, six months for minding a firearm.

Now the weapon was connected to a warehouse robbery,

the chief suspect, Grace Webley's son, Dylan.

And there he is back from the dead.

[soft melodic music]

[seagulls cawing]

Okay, this'll do, love.

Now that lorry driver,

you told us you barely got a look at him, hm?

Aye, that's right.

Well, I think that bang to your head

must have muddled your senses, pet.

And we know this is an inside job.

The name Dylan Webley ring any bells?

I knew him well enough.

I think you must've been pretty close,

if he asked you to mind a gun for him.

Didn't have much of a choice.

What did you get in return, ey?

Besides six months in Young Offenders.

His mam pulled a few strings,

told us a job had come up at the port.

They'd never have taken us on, not with a record.

Grace Webley's eyes and ears.

I had nothing to do with that robbery.

[Vera] Trafficking narcotics,

that'll land you back inside for the duration.

I didn't know it was drugs.

Oh, but you knew there was something going down dodgy?

Made sure you were on the gate.

That was down to the gaffer.

[soft tense music]

Gary Mallon?

Comes in early and changes the rosters.

I wasn't gonna argue.

How did he seem, when he turned up for work?

I don't know,

a bit distracted, on edge.

And did he ever cross paths with the Webleys?

You need to ask him that.

I'm asking you.

There's a social club on the Canton Road

owned by Grace Webley, dockers like to drink there.

[soft melodic music]

[Vera] Still hard at it?

[Lucia] Making sure there's nothing I've missed.

That stolen container,

we believe there was a consignment

of heroin stashed inside it,

which throws suspicion on the fella who imported it

and I can see you've already got him in your sights.

We haven't seized any drugs in situ,

there's no evidence that ties him to a crime.

Well, what about those previous break-ins, hm?

The containers in the yard?

Nothing that appears to connect them.

Aside from the fact they were all shipped from Lahore.

Carr's Electrical Imports and I'm guessing

that's a front for the Webley syndicate.

This surveillance case is delicately poised.

They find out we've got eyes on them.

Oh, might throw up some leads, ruffle a few feathers.

It could jeopardise our whole operation.

If we can implicate the Webleys,

there's a chance we can nail the suppliers,

trace the chain right back to the source.

Must've taken a lot of work, all this, it's impressive,

but I don't see

any surveillance orders.

We're dealing with organised crime,

sometimes you need to get dirty.

I didn't hear that.

[soft melodic music]

Who's this fella?

-[finger tapping] -Connor Barton,

one of Grace Webley's lackies.

Someone I should be talking to?

No, he collects rent on her properties,

cashes a check, cleans the money, bottom of the food chain.

So why is he up on your wall?

He works on the doors at the Canton Road Social Club.

Now that is one of Grace Webley's businesses.

Managed by Declan Webley, Grace's surviving son.

Gary Mallon, he's your inside man.

The foreman?

Kicks off every shift in pre-arrivals,

he has access to the database, staff rosters and PIN codes.

But he was injured during the robbery.

Well, maybe somebody wanted to silence him.

What makes you so certain he's our mark?

Because his son is currently missing.

Now, listen, there's a CID briefing first thing,

I'll make sure you're cleared to attend it.

[intense melodic music]

[door clicking open]

Guess I should feel privileged,

DCI letting me in like this.

-Well, clearly she rates you. -Could've fooled me.

We're on the same team, aren't we?

-Right, is this all of it? -Yes, guv.

Well, let's take a look then.

Oh, everyone, this is Officer Kehoe

from the National Crime Agency.

Lucia.

We'll be keeping her up to speed, any developments.

CCTV from the rugby club car park,

Joe texted his dad at 17:05,

then rang him a few minutes later.

He's sat in the clubhouse propping up the bar.

[Jac] The van turns in from the main road,

then pulls up right of shot.

[Kenny] Yeah, that's the last clear image we have of him.

What?

There's nothing else on camera?

[Kenny] They must've reccied the place beforehand.

Well, can we blow up these number plates?

From that angle, we can't get a read of them.

Well, get a techie onto it.

That lad's been missing since Saturday,

we need to make a public appeal.

Bit late for that.

Someone's bound to have seen him.

God, no public appeal,

until we know what it is we're dealing with.

If Joe was abducted for purpose of coercion,

well, the people who did this

must've subsequently made contact.

Yep, stated the terms, instructions, demands.

Did you say Joe phoned his dad from the club?

I'm guessing he hadn't replied to his text.

Ma'am, I've got that call logged at 17:11.

Well, that's five minutes after he was abducted.

They called Gary Mallon on Joe's phone?

Aye, to prove they'd taken his son.

We're looking at a tiger kidnapping.

[intense melodic music]

[soft melodic music]

[Kelly] Why would anyone take my boy?

Well, we think his dad was coerced

into helping with that robbery

and they're keeping your son as collateral.

They've got no reason to harm him.

So why haven't they let him go?

Because they didn't bank on Gary getting hurt, love.

And if and when he wakes up, they've still got your lad,

he's less likely to talk.

I don't believe this is happening.

Did he ever mention a family called the Webleys?

Not to me, we were barely speaking.

But you'd have heard of them growing up in Peyton?

I know they're people you don't want to mess with.

Are you telling us these people took Joe?

I knew Gary couldn't be trusted with Joe.

I told you, didn't I?

Now when you took the lad to Bedlington,

how did Gary seem?

Like normal, we met up in the car park,

I didn't even get out of the car.

Now, we'd heard he'd had a bit of a breakdown,

when he lost access to his son.

Oh, you've been talking to his mam, have you?

Now I'm just trying to get a fix on his state of mind,

love, why he'd get involved in something like this.

You should be out there looking for Joe.

They're just trying to help, okay.

Now we're gonna put you in touch

with a family liaison officer

and he'll stay with you, until he's found

and in the meantime, we'll keep you posted.

Are you alright?

[door clicking open]

What kind of father puts his child in danger?

Well, he didn't, whoever it was took him did that.

He should've come straight to the police.

What, and put him in more danger?

Bearing in mind who it is we're dealing with here.

Even so, if that was my boy.

Oh, it's a different world, love,

[phone ringing]

he did what he thought was best for his son.

And look where that got him.

Yeah, we'll find him, the lad, that's all that matters.

Jac.

Ma'am, we got a result back from ANPR,

the transit van's registered to a Connor Barton.

Thanks, Jac.

Connor Barton, Connor Barton?

[soft upbeat music]

That's the fella on her wall.

Works on the door at that social club.

[car doors clicking open]

[car doors thudding]

-[car rumbling] -[soft upbeat music]

-[handbrake cranking] -[dog barking]

-[car doors clicking open] -It looks like someone else

is keeping tabs on the place.

[car doors thudding]

[soft melodic music]

[dog barking]

[car engine starting]

[car rumbling]

[intense melodic music]

[background people chattering]

[door clicking open]

DS Healy, DCI Stanhope looking for Connor Barton.

Well, I haven't seen him in a while.

Well, he works the doors here.

Yeah, well, he does the odd shift,

when we need some muscle.

Some of these fellas are a handful.

Mr. Webley?

Any idea where we might find Connor Barton?

He's with his mam in Cambois.

Ah, now, our colleague has visited his mam,

she hasn't seen him for a while either.

Is Connor in some kind of trouble?

Wouldn't be the first time.

We need to question him in connection to a recent robbery,

container theft down at the port.

Hit and run, wasn't it?

No, we're going with attempted murder, love.

The victim in question was Gary Mallon,

one of your regulars.

Gary's in here most nights, never been any bother.

Yeah, well, right now, he's lying in intensive care.

I'll get Eva to sort out a whip round.

[Vera] Did he ever come in here with Connor Barton?

Not that I remember, why do you ask?

Because Gary Mallon's lad was abducted on Saturday

around the same time Connor went missing.

He also works for your mam, I believe,

one of her errand boys.

I've always steered clear of the family business.

Somehow I doubt that, this would be the perfect place

to launder her dirty money.

This club is legit.

I don't need our mam's help to run things.

Well, if he should show his face,

be sure to tip us the wink,

otherwise I might not be inclined to believe you.

[soft melodic music]

[crows cawing]

[water dripping]

[crows cawing]

[soft melodic music]

[door clicking open]

[soft melodic music]

[knife clicking]

[soft melodic music]

[knife slicing rope]

Eat.

[door thudding]

[intense melodic music]

Connor Barton, one of Grace Webley's lackies.

Now his whereabouts are currently unknown,

find him, chances are we'll find that lad.

We've got two grabs of his licence plate

on the day Joe was abducted,

a service station south of Morpeth at 17:35,

then 15 minutes later on a B road outside of Hartburn.

[Vera] Right, holed up somewhere no one can find him.

Most of that area's woods and farmland.

Yeah, we can hardly search every barn.

Look, I'm aware of that, Mark.

Now I need a pair of legs over at that service station,

couple of fellas in a transit van, any sign of that lad

and find out if Barton used his debit card.

-[phone ringing] -Ma'am.

Jac, I need you over in Tynemouth, keep close to the mam.

What, candles and sandals? There's a flow over there.

Look, I need someone there I can trust,

someone to keep tabs, hm?

First point of contact in case they try to call.

We ran that check on Declan Webley you asked for, ma'am.

One run-in with the police we know about,

assaulted a punter in the club about two years ago,

blow to the head with a pool cue.

Should hate to see him lose in a quiz.

I've got his medical records.

He spent some time on a psych ward after being sectioned

as a kid, Antisocial Personality Disorder.

It was his mam had him committed?

Hm.

Now that'd be a source of resentment.

That was the hospital, Gary Mallon is out of surgery.

It's not looking good.

[sombre orchestral music]

Post operative stroke as a result of a trauma to the brain.

[Vera exhales heavily]

[tuts] Get onto the CPS,

this is now a murder inquiry.

[door clicking open]

[door thudding quietly]

I am so sorry, love, really I am.

You had him down for some kind of criminal.

I think your son made some bad choices

and just couldn't see a way out.

[soft orchestral music]

I thought I should be here for Gary.

Bit late for that.

I didn't come to fight.

This is your fault,

all of this,

you pushed and you pushed,

until you broke him.

My Gary would never have got mixed up with those people,

if she hadn't have walked out on him.

Alright, love.

-Come on. -He had nothing left.

He took out some payday loan,

he only borrowed to settle his legal fees,

when Kelly was awarded custody. [sobbing]

Who was it lent him the money, love?

Someone from the club, I think,

banks wouldn't touch him.

He told me not to worry.

He'd sorted things, he said.

[sombre orchestral music]

[Grace] There's a public auction tomorrow morning,

I'm needed on the floor.

Right, well, give us some straight answers,

we'll make this short and sweet.

Gary Mallon, foreman down at the Peyton Container Port.

What's that got to do with us?

Died this morning,

result of injuries sustained in a robbery.

Now we've recovered the stolen shipping container,

seems they were trafficking heroin.

Dirty drug, never touch it.

Oh, packed it all in, have you?

To sell secondhand crockery.

Rose-enameled Qianlong vase.

-[Vera tutting] -Late 18th century.

Hm, fancy stuff.

Reserve price of 45,000, Midland copper's annual salary.

Let's talk about Connor Barton.

[sighs] Name doesn't ring any bells?

No, one of your errand boys,

works on the door down at the social club.

You need to speak to Declan, he manages the place.

No, I think his mam's still pulling his strings.

A woman like you doesn't miss much.

We have got evidence that ties Connor

to the abduction of a 13-year old boy.

Gary Mallon's lad, Joe

went missing day before the robbery.

I would never endanger a child.

Then you'd better make this right.

[soft melodic music]

She's lying through her teeth.

Yeah, but that look on her face,

when we mentioned the missing lad.

20 kilos of uncut heroin, what's that worth on the street?

A million quid, give or take.

Hm, so putting her mark in intensive care,

full on police investigation, no, no, that doesn't stack up.

She must've known that consignment was coming in.

But what if someone else stole it from under her nose?

Hm, someone who knew how she operated.

She'd be longing to get even, wouldn't she?

Score to settle.

[car doors clicking open]

[soft melodic music]

[car doors thudding]

What did she want?

Some questions about that robbery.

I heard the foreman was injured.

He died this morning.

Any idea who's behind all this?

I'll find out soon enough.

Lunch is ready.

And wash your hands.

[car engine starting]

[car rumbling]

[soft melodic music]

[background people chattering]

[soft melodic music]

[glasses clinking]

Alright?

[window shattering]

[fire roaring]

[Eva screaming]

[people shouting]

[intense melodic music]

[soft melodic music]

I need to double check.

-[camera clicking] -Just one second.

Someone hurled a firebomb through the window

around nine p.m. last night.

Anyone hurt?

[Aiden] Whole place was quiet, they were lucky.

[sighs] And I'm guessing no one saw who did it?

Well, if they did, they're not talking.

Hm.

Declan Webley not here?

Well, he dropped in this morning to check the damage,

took off before the police got here.

Wasn't here last night then?

Out of town on business.

Well, get a statement from anyone who was.

[soft upbeat music]

[door clicking open]

[door thudding quietly]

[door clicking open]

[door thudding]

[tense melodic music]

[paper rustling]

[drawer sliding open]

[tense melodic music]

[soft upbeat music]

[soft orchestral music]

[door clicking open]

What the hell are you playing at?

[soft tense music]

Looks like you and Connor Barton are an item.

[intense melodic music]

[gun firing]

[door clicking open]

Good shot.

[Declan exhaling heavily]

[gun thudding]

[gun clicking]

Ah, you might want to put that down, love.

[gun thudding]

Now I had a word with one of your bar staff,

she told us I'd find you here.

Now that firebomb attack on your club last night,

any idea who's behind it?

I couldn't tell you.

[tuts] Well, you must've crossed quite a few people

in your line of work.

We've had threats before.

We'll be back up and running in no time.

Hm and I see you lent money to Gary Mallon?

Aye, I was helping him out, he agreed to the terms.

And when he couldn't keep up with the payments,

you promised to write off the debt?

[book thudding]

Sorry, hinny, you've lost me.

[Vera chuckling softly]

Now, the morning of that robbery,

I'm assuming you can vouch for your whereabouts?

[Declan] I was over at the club.

The breakfast shift?

Stock take.

So unless you're here to arrest us.

Now, whoever it was stole that heroin from Grace Webley,

well, they would need to be someone close,

maybe someone with a little bit of a chip.

She might have turned a blind eye to the small things, love,

but she's not gonna let this one go.

[soft melodic music]

You'd better hope I nail you first.

[door clicking open]

[gun firing]

[intense melodic music]

I want a tail put on him,

chances are he knows where that lad is.

Why don't we just bring him in?

Well, we will,

as soon as we've got something to charge him with.

Now, let's have a chat with that barmaid.

[car doors clicking open]

[car door thudding]

No less than nine calls made by you to a burner phone

and I'm guessing it belongs to Connor Barton.

I sent him texts and left him messages,

he didn't reply to any of them.

When did you last see him?

He picked us up from work last Friday.

He said I wouldn't see him in a while,

that he had business to attend to.

Oh, and did this business concern Gary Mallon?

He barely knew Gary Mallon.

He was down at the club most nights.

Gary was usually half cut, drowning his sorrows.

Oh, so he's pouring his heart out,

while you're pouring him drinks, ey?

Declan just told us to keep him sweet, that's all.

Ah, so you knew he was being set up?

Let's put the squeeze on Gary Mallon and I know,

let's abduct his son for good measure,

in case he gets cold feet.

Connor would never get involved in a kidnapping,

he knew the police were keeping tabs on the club.

Did he tell you that?

A couple of plainclothes, they've been watching the place.

Connor hasn't been himself for the past few weeks

and I knew he was hiding something

and when I couldn't get hold of him,

I thought maybe Grace Webley had...

Had what?

Now why would Grace Webley go after one of her own, hm?

If this is incitement, love,

you're looking at a custodial sentence.

[soft tense music]

Declan and Connor had set themselves up in business,

loans, car theft, card fraud.

This is behind Grace Webley's back, hm?

He just resented the fact that she never rated him.

Trusted him to run the club.

That was her way of keeping him out of trouble.

Grace always indulged Declan,

but she knew he was dangerous.

Well, this is our one chance to put him away.

Now we've already got your boyfriend banged to rights

for the abduction of a minor,

so just give us something

to tie Declan Webley to this.

[soft tense music]

Gary came into the club Saturday evening.

The day his lad went missing?

He went into the office with Declan.

They were in there like five minutes, tops.

His face, when he left, he looked like a condemned man.

[phone ringing]

Yes, Mark?

Update on Declan Webley's whereabouts, ma'am,

looks like he's gone to ground.

That is not what I want to hear right now, Mark.

[sighs] Ma'am.

Declan Webley's gone AWOL.

Hm, no surprises there then.

Right, put it out to uniform,

I want him apprehended and brought in for questioning.

Ah, ma'am.

I pulled out an anomaly in Connor Barton's rap sheet.

He was arrested three weeks ago, intent to supply,

no charges filed, released due to a lack of evidence.

-Well, who sanctioned that? -There's nothing on his file.

-[Jac knocking on door] -Ma'am.

-What? -Connor Barton,

that mobile number we've got for him,

we've narrowed down the GPS coordinates,

places him somewhere around Yewsley village.

Good work, Jac.

-[Joe breathing heavily] -[door clicking open]

[soft melodic music]

I want to see my dad.

These people I work for, they've been watching your house.

They want to make sure she stays safe.

You'd best stop messing me about.

[Joe breathing heavily]

Need my inhaler.

Sports bag.

[intense melodic music]

[door thudding]

[Vera sighing]

Well, Connor Barton bought food and cigarettes yesterday,

-paid in cash. -It was definitely him?

Well, he parked up in a transit van.

He told the shopkeeper he was staying in the area.

Well, can we narrow down those phone coordinates?

There's a farm near the river.

I know it.

It's rented out as a holiday let.

A holiday let? Place is falling down.

Well, let's check it out.

[soft melodic music]

[car approaching]

[handbrake cranking]

[tense melodic music]

[cupboard door clicking open]

[birds chirping]

Anything?

[tense melodic music]

Yeah, there's a grey van parked up outside.

-Right, come on. -Hang on.

We should wait for backup.

But we've got to get in there.

We don't know how many people we're dealing with.

[Vera exhales heavily]

[gun firing]

[intense melodic music]

[melodic suspenseful music]

[car doors thudding]

[car engine starting]

This is DS Healy en route to a farmhouse

near Yewsley village,

dealing with a suspect in connection with a kidnap.

-Request armed response at 10. -[tyres screeching]

[Vera] Aiden, there's someone legging it.

We've got eyes on a vehicle leaving the scene,

unable to verify details.

-[car rumbling] -[melodic suspenseful music]

-[car brakes squeaking] -[handbrake cranking]

[melodic suspenseful music]

[car doors clicking open]

[car doors thudding]

Confirming vehicle registration, DA14 NWD.

[crows cawing]

[birds chirping]

[soft upbeat music]

[door creaking open]

[tense melodic music]

[door clicking open]

[tense melodic music]

[intense melodic music]

[Aiden] Ma'am!

[tense melodic music]

[Vera breathing heavily]

Request an ambulance and forensics-

[Vera] Tell me it's not him, tell me it's not that lad.

[tense melodic music]

[intense melodic music]

[soft melodic music]

[crows cawing]

[soft melodic music]

Single shot to the chest, .22 handgun.

This flat, burn ring here,

that matches the profile of a muzzle.

Traces of smoke, everything points to a contact shot.

[bag rustling]

Oh and signs of a struggle over there.

So someone chases him from the house.

Yeah, so there's a tussle and the gun goes off, hm?

There's a good chance we'll lift the assailant's DNA.

[crow cawing]

Right, well, we found Connor Barton's prints

on the zip of that sleeping bag over there,

presumably he'd been kipping on the sofa.

Aye, holed up here since the weekend.

Oh, they made a bit of an effort to cover their tracks,

ma'am, back door handle's been wiped clean.

We did manage to lift someone else's prints

off that cupboard door and the back of that chair.

Well, run a check on those prints, Malcolm,

see if you can find a match with Declan Webley,

-he'll be on the system. -[camera clicking]

What about the lad?

They were keeping him upstairs in the attic.

Tied up a lad.

We were so close and we've lost him.

Whoever took him drove away in that car.

I'm trying to get a fix on the vehicle, but.

[Vera exhales heavily]

DCI Stanhope, are you there?

[soft melodic music]

[crow cawing]

[car approaching]

[car door thudding]

[soft melodic music]

Well, you were right about those prints.

We've got a match.

Declan Webley.

[crow cawing]

[Lucia sighing]

[soft melodic music]

-[plastic rustling] -[soft upbeat music]

[Lucia gasping]

Oh, not got the stomach for it, love?

I heard there'd been a shooting.

I didn't think it would be-

Who, Connor Barton?

Those drugs charges,

it was you made them go away.

We approached him a few weeks ago.

Prosecution immunity, if any case

against the Webleys went to trial.

You were running an informant,

a suspect in a murder inquiry

and you didn't think to tell us?

I was trying to protect a source.

Did he warn you that robbery was going down?

If he had done, we'd have been ready.

So his intel was questionable to say the least.

The last few days he, [sighs] he'd gone to ground,

he was worried the Webleys were onto him.

Well, if they were, love, all this is on you.

[crow cawing]

You were warned not to talk to Grace Webley.

I'm not the only one who compromised this case.

I'm investigating two murders

and the abduction of a child.

Your actions in not waiting for backup

have raised questions about your competence to lead.

The lad's life was in danger, we couldn't afford to wait.

And where is he now, hm?

The ACC's been fully appraised,

he's decided you should take a step back from this.

[phone ringing]

What? DCI Stanhope.

[soft tense music]

Yes, sir.

[Vera sighing heavily]

What, he's taken her off the case?

No way.

That's not happening.

Boss?

[soft melodic music]

I've been called in for a meeting.

Doesn't pay to keep the man waiting.

You're seriously gonna walk away from this?

Look, you just concentrate on finding that lad, alright.

[Vera sighing heavily]

[car door clicking open]

-[car door thudding] -[car engine starting]

[soft melodic music]

[car rumbling]

[Vera tutting]

[soft melodic music]

[Aiden] You've got through to DS Healy,

-please leave a message. -[Vera sighing]

[phone beeping]

Aiden, it's me, will you call me as soon as you get this?

I need your help. [sighing]

[soft melodic music]

In the absence of the DCI,

I will be stepping up as Acting SIO.

If Connor Barton had been tapped up as a police informant,

we have to keep in mind the likelihood,

that he may have been compromised.

At the moment, that's pure supposition.

We know that Declan Webley was at the farmhouse.

Any new leads on his whereabouts?

[Jac] Nothing yet.

He must be in the frame for Connor's murder.

We should get some legs over to the social club,

see if anyone there can shed any light on his whereabouts.

Mike?

It's time to lift the press embargo,

we need to turn up the heat on Grace Webley.

What about the surveillance operation?

Well, thanks to the actions of DCI Stanhope,

I think our cover's well and truly blown.

Yeah, well, if the boss is being sidelined,

I'm off the case too.

[door thudding]

Connor's girlfriend, Eva Pinnock,

someone needs to break the news,

drill down on that statement she gave us.

Well, I've got a home address for her in Peyton,

-I'll drive us both over. -Great.

[soft upbeat music]

[sheep bleating]

[car rumbling]

-[car brakes squeaking] -[handbrake cranking]

[car door clicking open]

[car door thudding]

-She's busy. -Ah, put a sock in it,

I'm sure she'll whistle, if she needs you.

Keep on eye on that for us, would you, love?

-[birds chirping] -[wind blowing]

[Grace] This is beginning to look like harassment.

Just wanted a chat just the two of us,

it's a good a place as any.

Police never bothered to find out who killed him.

My son was a Webley after all.

Well, I can see why you want to keep Declan safe,

save him going the same way as his brother.

[Grace] There's an anger inside of him that frightens us.

So that firebomb was a warning, was it?

His mam's way of saying he'd stepped out of line?

[tuts] Stealing a consignment of class A drugs,

all to prove he's worthy of the family name.

I think this little talk is over.

Connor Barton, we found his body at a farmhouse,

where they'd been holding that lad.

And the boy?

Still missing

and we can place your son at the scene,

which puts him in the frame for Connor's murder.

Connor was the one person Declan trusted.

Well, found out his best mate was a police informer,

that must've rankled.

Or maybe 'cause Connor had it coming?

And what about the lad, Joe Mallon?

I don't rate his chances

and you know what your son's capable of more than anyone.

Your choice, love.

[soft tense music]

You're asking me to turn him in?

A grown man abducts a teenage lad,

you said yourself, that's not the way you do business.

You think Declan will come looking for his mam after this?

I think he'll do whatever she tells him to do.

Chance to put things right.

[soft orchestral music]

[car rumbling]

[handbrake cranking]

[car door clicking open]

[birds chirping]

-[car door thudding] -What have you got for us?

Officer Kehoe? I'd say we've bonded.

Oh, turned on the charm, did you?

Well, once we agreed that you were a dinosaur.

Ey?

Well, I had to get her on side.

You were right as usual,

that approach she made to Connor Barton,

it wasn't sanctioned by the NCA top brass.

It broke every rule in the book.

So what about Grace Webley?

Well, that was a tougher proposition,

but I think we've reached an understanding.

[soft orchestral music]

[car rumbling quietly]

[handbrake cranking]

[car rumbling quietly]

[soft tense music]

[Declan sighing]

[car door clicking open]

[soft tense music]

[car door thudding]

[car door clicking open]

[car door thudding]

I'm sorry.

I know.

[Declan sobbing]

Oh.

[melodic suspenseful music]

[cars rumbling quietly]

Mam.

Mam.

-[handbrake cranking] -Armed police, do not move!

-[car door thudding] -Get down!

-Get down on your knees! -Mam!

[Officer] Down on your knees now, get down!

Show me your hands, stick your hands out!

Do not move!

Stay there, keep still.

[melodic suspenseful music]

-You. -Stay still!

Mam.

[handcuffs clicking]

Bring him this way.

Declan Webley, you are under arrest on suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything.

[melodic suspenseful music]

[faucet water running]

Malcolm.

Ah, I heard you've been transferred

to the Underwater Search Unit, probably canteen gossip.

Now, Connor Barton's killer,

did you find anything to implicate Declan Webley?

Well, the fibres on the deceased's jacket

didn't match any of the clothing we found at the farmhouse.

We took skin cells from his face and neck,

still extracting DNA for analysis.

So you might want to hold off on that interview with Webley.

Right, he's been in custody for three hours, Malcolm,

I can't afford to wait.

[Malcolm] Well, you could tie him to that robbery.

What?

Don't thank me, thank the mosquito.

You're joking?

It was full of his blood.

[soft melodic music]

[door clicking open]

You can bring him up, Kenny.

You've arrested Declan Webley?

[Vera] I'm all set to interview him now.

In case you've forgotten, you've been pulled off the case.

Oh, we sorted all that out

with the ACC, love, misunderstanding.

Ooh, and I thought it best not to mention

your little arrangement with Connor Barton,

'cause that was all off the books, wasn't it?

So I cut a few corners, who doesn't?

Aye, but you turned his head with a bribe, love,

same as the Webleys did,

gave a source licence to commit a serious crime.

Now that may look like corruption

to those nervous types upstairs.

Word of advice, if you're going to break the rules,

make sure someone's got your back.

Now then, there's a viewing room down the end there.

[soft tense music]

Connor Barton, murdered yesterday,

farmhouse out near Yewsley.

You seriously think I killed him?

Well, you found out he was a grass,

put a bullet through his chest, proper Webley after all.

Connor was family, he'd have never betrayed us.

Well, we can prove you were there,

your prints are all over the house.

[soft melodic music]

-[Declan breathing heavily] -Connor called us,

said he'd got himself involved in a robbery.

I went there to hear him out, that's all.

[Declan exhaling heavily]

[van door clicking open]

[van door thudding]

[van doors clicking open]

Where's the rest of it?

Left it behind in the lorry.

We got what we needed.

Now Barton was at that farmhouse along with Joe Mallon,

the lad you kidnapped from Bedlington.

[Declan] You've got nothing to tie us to any of this.

Connor won't be talking.

No, we have a statement from a witness, love,

tells us that you met with Gary Mallon

at your club the night his lad was abducted,

coerced him into helping with that robbery.

She's lying.

Now, I know who it is then,

plus we have forensic evidence, hm.

Now this little mozzy gave us a match with your blood,

which proves it was you driving that lorry

and that's enough for us to charge you

with Gary Mallon's murder.

I'm done with minding that kid.

That kid is the one thing stopping Gary from talking

and we are in this together, mate.

[soft tense music]

No going back now.

[gun clicking]

I thought I could trust you.

Course you can trust me.

Put the gun down, Declan.

Now, I've been taking a look

at your juvenile medical reports.

Borderline psychosis, wasn't that the clinical assessment?

Couldn't match up to your brother.

Well, now your mam's even washed her hands of you, love.

Sometimes I'd watch her,

the way her eyes never left him.

She'd, she'd catch us staring and she'd,

she'd look right through me.

But none of this has got anything to do with that lad

and his mam right now is sat at home worried sick.

So just tell us where is he, love.

Please.

I left him at the house with Connor, day of the robbery.

Last time I laid eyes on either of them.

[tense melodic music]

[phone ringing]

Mam.

[Kelly] Joe? Oh, thank God, are you okay?

I'm fine.

Where are you?

Dunno, a phone box.

The sign says near Meldon.

Joe, I need you to stay where you are,

the police will come and find you.

No, no, police.

Oh, okay, okay.

Mam, you need to listen.

Peter's gonna come and get you, love.

Just promise us you'll stay where you are.

Joe?

[tense melodic music]

Joe?

[intense melodic music]

[background people chattering]

[car rumbling quietly]

[car doors clicking open]

[car doors thudding]

[Vera] So who did the lad speak to?

His mum, she said he sounded frightened.

Why didn't she call us straightaway?

Apparently Joe warned her not to.

The last call from that phone box was over an hour ago.

He could be anywhere by now.

Aye, well, he won't have got far, if he's on foot

and let's hope he is and not in the boot of someone's car.

Right now, I want feet on the ground,

main roads and the nearest village.

Mr. Henson, I'm assuming you've searched

the immediate area?

I've been driving around in circles for 20 minutes.

Took us a while to find the place,

Ah, wasting valuable time,

we could've got the patrol car here earlier.

I wasn't thinking straight,

I just got in the car, drove over.

What can I do to help?

The best thing you can do, love is just go home,

leave it to the police.

Alright.

[Peter sighing]

[helicopter whirring overhead]

Chances are he was never in that car

we saw screaming away.

The phone box is less than five miles from the farmhouse.

Where's he been all night?

Phones his mam, says he's fine.

Why didn't he just stay put?

Well, at least he didn't bump into Declan Webley.

-Ma'am. -Small mercies. Anything?

No joy in the pub,

but the landlord says, he'll put the word out.

Right, well, keep in touch with the TSOs,

young lad, country road.

Someone must've seen him.

[sombre orchestral music]

[car door thudding]

[tarpaulin rustling]

[melodic orchestral music]

[Announcer] Dr. Page to Paediatrics please,

Dr. Page to Paediatrics.

There you go.

Wow, you have been in the wars.

You had us worried.

Busted my ankle, when I fell off the roof.

Yeah, you climbed out through that skylight, didn't you?

You clever lad.

Now those people who were holding you captive,

do you recognise either of these fellas?

Never saw their faces.

Oh.

-Hi mum's on the way. -Ah, well, that's good.

That fella's dead, isn't he?

I heard a shot.

But you didn't see what happened?

Just kept running,

hid in the woods till morning.

Well, you must've been frozen.

It was alright.

Well, it's best not to dwell on it, love.

They can't hurt you now.

What about my dad?

Can I see him?

[soft melodic music]

Joe.

Thank you.

Joe, come here.

He'll still need to make a formal statement.

Okay.

Hasn't he been through enough?

Oh, nothing that can't wait, love.

Let's get you home, come on.

You go, you're alright.

Are you alright?

-Lean on me. -Ey?

What's up with your foot?

[Vera] Poor lad's in bits.

Well, he's just lost his dad,

it's gonna take a while to sink in.

Said he didn't see their faces.

You don't sound convinced.

I know there's something he's not telling us.

Okay, ma'am, forensics sent over that touch DNA analysis.

Now chances are it came from Connor Barton's assailant,

but it wasn't a match with Declan Webley.

Connor's killer's still out there.

Oh, my money's on Declan's mam.

Grace Webley? She's got a bus pass.

Ah, found out where they were hiding the drugs,

took out Connor, threw in Declan just for good measure.

[tuts] No, she seemed plausible,

when she was stood at her son's grave.

Well, you said it yourself, ma'am,

never gets her hands dirty.

Maybe she's been playing us.

[Vera exhales heavily]

[soft melodic music]

[Lucia knocking on door]

Heard you found him, the boy.

Hm, let's you off the hook.

If Connor Barton's death was down to me,

I need to own this, I filed a report.

I did a bit of digging and I found the deeds

for the farmhouse, where they were keeping Joe Mallon.

I don't know if it'll help.

Declan Webley didn't kill Barton,

his DNA evidence ruled him out.

[Lucia exhales heavily]

What's this, Brightholden Enterprises.

Anonymous shell company.

Brightholden,

Brightholden.

That's the company those checks were made out to.

Henson Larford,

Managing Partner, Peter Henson.

[tense melodic music]

Oh, no, Aiden, get hold of that lad's man,

call Kelly now.

I owe you, love.

[door clicking open]

-[door thudding] -Where is he?

What were you thinking of coming here?

The police are looking for Declan,

they know he pulled that robbery.

What if he drops us both in it?

He won't.

I want my cut,

30%, we agreed.

[tense melodic music]

You'll get your share as soon as it's sold.

[cupboard doors thudding]

[tense melodic music]

-Kelly's not answering. -Well, keep trying.

[furniture rumbling]

[tense melodic music]

Do you think anyone will touch you after this?

You need to let the boy go,

drive him somewhere quiet and leave him there.

I think you're forgetting who's in charge here.

[tense melodic music]

[roof tiles rattling]

[tense melodic music]

[Joe gasping]

[melodic suspenseful music]

[Joe groaning]

[melodic suspenseful music]

-[door clicking open] -Oh, there you are, love.

[Aiden] We've been trying to call you for the past hour.

I had my head down, I hadn't slept properly in days.

Peter gave me one of his pills.

Yeah, well, we need to talk to him, love, where is he?

He took Joe out for his tea, he said he needed

-some quiet time. -Where did he take him?

[Kelly] Down to the beach, I think.

Is Peter a member of the gun club?

Yeah, he's over there most weekends.

He likes to think he's one of the boys.

He ever bring a gun home with him?

Why? What's happened?

-[waves lapping shore] -[seagulls cawing]

What you saw at the farmhouse,

it wasn't how it looked.

[intense melodic music]

They told us they'd hurt you,

if I didn't go along with the robbery,

said your mam would be next.

-[dramatic music] -[both grunting]

You think I would tell her?

They'd send us to prison.

[soft melodic music]

That what you want?

[both grunting]

-[gun firing] -Ah!

[Peter grunting]

[soft tense music]

Joe!

What did you say to the police?

Nothing.

I'll make this up to you, I promise.

[car door thudding]

[soft tense music]

We need to leave.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

You'll do what you're told for once.

-[ride engine roaring] -[people shrieking]

[tense melodic music]

[background people chattering]

[tense orchestral music]

[background people chattering]

[people shrieking]

We need to get home, warn Mam.

That fella told us they knew where we lived,

he had pictures.

Just shut up and move, will you?

It's you they're after.

If they catch us, I'm finished.

You know what they did to your dad.

You set my dad up.

It's your fault he's dead.

Your dad was a loser, he had it coming.

My dad was worth 10 of you.

[Vera] Let him go.

[Joe] He's got a gun.

Oh, love, [breathing heavily]

you don't want to do that, love.

[background people chattering]

[tense melodic music]

-[gun rattling] -Okay, get the gun.

Get the gun.

You know I'd never hurt you.

Aiden.

Joe, come on.

[Vera breathing heavily]

[soft melodic music]

[car door thudding]

[soft melodic music]

[players shouting]

Won't we? We'll get you playing soon.

Thank you for inviting me.

Glad you made it, that's Joe over there.

-Come on, Joe! -Come on, Joe!

-Come on, Joe! -Come on, Joe!

Go on, lad!

-[whistle blowing] -Oh!

Well done, lad, well done, Joe!

Come on, Joe!

[both laughing]

You're missing a good match.

Winning, is he?

He is.

Who's that?

[Aiden] Oh, this is my boy, Max.

It never is, well, you've grown.

Well, you only get to see him once in a blue moon.

-Hello. -Hello, boss.

Hey, don't be cheeky.

Ah, he's alright, your dad calls me dinosaur.

I know.

Right, get the ice pops, go on.

[players shouting]

It's good of you to bring her.

Aye, she couldn't get here quick enough.

I'm glad he's happy.

-Touch! -[whistle blowing]

-That's it, well done! -[both clapping]

[Kelly] Well done, Joe!

Hey, we're gonna get some burgers after.

-Yeah. -Why don't you join us?

No, you be with your bairn, bit of father son time.

-Bye, Max. -Bye.

Why don't you join us for the second half?

[soft melodic music]

[Aiden sighing]

Right, which one?

That one?

[background people chattering]

[soft melodic music]

-[whistle blowing] -[crowd applauding]

[soft melodic music]

[melodic orchestral music]

[light melodic music]