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Yeah, that's positive on those.
They've checked out, mate.

Yep, all right, received.

Yeah, it's this one.
Right, let's do the check.

Passport and paperwork,
if you'd be so kind.

What you got in the back,
and where you coming from today?

Er, Dusseldorf.

I'm importing
a 1951 Petersen Dartmoor.

On behalf of...?
Me.

Er, my company.

Er, D Starr Classics.

Need you to step out of the vehicle,
Mr Starr.

Nice school, Wesley.

Courses. Qualifications.

Now, I know I sound
like those boring gits

you couldn't wait
to get shot of at school.

But they were right.
And here's the fun part...

Where do you want to be
five years from now?

You're putting him on the spot, Dad!
No, I'm not!

You don't have to answer that,
Wesley.

Right, ten years.
In some ways, that's easier.

My uncle... He was an engineer.

Worked on the railways.
He'd take me out sometimes.

It was cool.
Right.

Well, now you know the first call
you're making tomorrow morning.

Thank you, Mr Maxwell.

Not just for defending me in court,
but for this.

For everything. I won't forget it.

Well, don't worry, Wesley.
You won't get rid of us that easily.

Once a client of Terry's,
always a client of Terry's...

How you getting on with it,
then?

Yeah, it's looking good...

Sorry, Superintendent, we, er...

we searched the car.
There was nothing.

Did you weigh it?

It's well over the weight
for a car of this type.

We searched it thoroughly
inside and out.

Have you got a penknife?

Thank you.

Daniel Starr?
Come on.

Got him!

Get him!

Daniel Starr, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of drug importation.

Oh, come on!

You're in a whole world of trouble,
Danny.

And you can add the grievous
bodily harm of a police officer

to your charge sheet.

But if you start cooperating now...

..before you've been charged, before
you've seen the inside of a cell...

..it would count greatly
in your favour.

Who is he, Danny?

Who's importing the coke?
Who's the Merchant?

No comment.

So...

we've got the number
that you dialled from the phone box.

Very interesting.

You wanna tell us about it?

No comment.

Your mother, Alma.

She's not in good health, I hear.

What would she want you to do?

Choose the path

that almost guarantees
a shorter sentence, surely?

Cooperate.

The Merchant, Danny.

I need a name.

Good evening, Mr Maxwell.

We'd like you to come to the station

to discuss a phone call
you received earlier today.

OK.

You'll keep in close touch
and let me know when you've landed?

Yes, I'll message every day.
Cassie'll remind me.

You're all I've got in the world,
you know this.

And you're all I've got, too, Mum.

I need to do this, Mum.

I think maybe
you need me to do this too.

OK.

And be careful of the water,
won't you?

And don't forget
about those riptides... Mum!

Did I or did I not
grow up by the seaside? OK.

Oh, God!

Ohh, God!

You're OK.
OK.

You'll be fine.

I love you.
I love you.

OK.

See ya!
Bye! Have fun.

Bye. Mwah!

Bye!

'What about
Maxwell's computer?'

We gave up on those encrypted files?

We didn't give up.
Techies are still trying.

OK. Better late than never.

Be honest, Stephen.

Did you expect Maxwell
to change his plea to guilty?

I did, yes.

Thanks to disclosure, they know
we've got the money transfers,

and Starr ID'ing him
as the Merchant.

They're playing hardball,
they're betting the house.

Why are they so confident?

His barrister, Primrose Morley,
takes no prisoners.

You can expect her
to milk the fact that,

while this investigation was carried
out, Cassian Pewe was in charge.

He had nothing to do
with my inquiry.

"The fish rots from the head down,"
will be her line of attack.

Gentlemen.

Look, I wanna be in court
as much as I can.

You're gonna have to cover for me.
I'm on it.

Hey, look, we're closing in
on the Benchdale gang,

and soon,
we'll get Albazi off the streets.

Roy?
Yeah.

After Cassian,
I'm worried you might be...

..second-guessing yourself a bit.

I missed it, Glenn.
I missed it.

I worked with Cassian for years,
and I had no idea who he was.

None of us did.
The fact is Wolfe's right.

After Cassian,
East Sussex CID will be on trial,

and the world will be watching.

So, you seriously think
that Maxwell might... get off?

He's clever. He'll try to disrupt
the trial any way he can.

We've got a strong case, Roy.
We really do.

I know.

I just wish it was...

..stronger.

How you been, Mum?

'Why haven't you been to see me?'

I, er, told you.
I'm in a bit of trouble.

But, erm, they're gonna sort
something out so you can come visit.

'I miss you.'

Why haven't you been to see me?

Mum...

I'm in prison, Mum.

What did you do, Danny?

Er, it doesn't matter.

They said
I'm not gonna see you again.

Who said that?

'The nurses?

'Listen, look,
that's all rubbish, OK?'

Don't know what
they're talking about. OK?

Mum? Mum? OK?

'Why haven't you been to see me?'

Er... Bruno,
could you go and get the Sellotape?

I think it's in the drawer
next to the sink. Thanks.

You OK?
Yeah.

Sure you're ready to do this?

It's... It's what I want to do.

OK.

It's... It's just a reminder
I... don't need.

I'm not saying
I never want to try again.

Bottom line, there are no
guarantees, are there? So...

Right now, I...

I cannot contemplate
another pregnancy.

Which one is it?
Er, that one. Thanks, darling.

OK.

'As we await Terrence
Maxwell's court appearance...'

'Serious charges
relating to business practices...'

'Allegations of fraud
and mismanagement...'

'The trial is being held
at East Sussex Crown Court.'

Today, you have
been gathered as a group of 12

to decide beyond reasonable doubt
whether the man you see before you

is guilty of these charges.

Terrence Maxwell
purports to the outside world

to be a humble solicitor
specialising in legal aid work.

He'll tell you how he came
from the wrong side of the tracks

and had to pull himself up
by his bootstraps.

How that instilled a lifelong desire
to give something back.

But Terrence Maxwell
is a corrupting force

of near-demonic proportions.

He's not merely an immensely cunning
and dangerous man,

he is the criminal mastermind
behind a vast

and highly lucrative
drugs importation business.

'How's the target?'
She's taking it all very seriously.

Just over two years ago,
my team became aware

of a new source
of high-grade cocaine

flooding into Brighton
and the surrounding area.

We set about unmasking
the individuals responsible,

but that wasn't straightforward.

Telephone intercepts
finally revealed

a lynchpin figure
known as the Merchant,

and identifying him
became a priority.

You said unmasking the outfit
wasn't straightforward.

Can you elaborate on that
a little?

Well, we soon realised
that to identify the main players,

we would have to reverse-engineer
our way up the hierarchy

by placing the street-level dealers
under surveillance.

And through them,
you got to Daniel - Danny - Starr?

Starr was a experienced mechanic
selling classic cars

through his own business,
D Starr Classics.

Some he sourced locally, others
were imported from the continent.

Which provided the perfect cover.

They were importing cocaine
from a dealer in Marbella

with direct supply to Columbia.

And forward-wind to four months ago.

You caught Daniel Starr red-handed
bringing cocaine into the UK?

We did. The drugs were concealed
in the tyres of a Petersen Dartmoor.

'The Merchant, Danny.
I need a name.'

'Terrence Maxwell.'
CROWD MURMURS

JUDGE: Settle down.

Parking's not exactly easy.

To be honest,
I thought they'd take care of that.

What, valet parking?

You'll be lucky.

I cycled in from Glynde.
Five-and-a-bit miles.

I suggest you do the same,
you'll have no trouble parking.

Well, in my case, Janet,

that would mean a 14-mile cycle ride
each way.

60 miles for me,
most of it on dual carriageway.

No thanks!

Detective Superintendent Grace,
at the time of the investigation,

you were working directly
to Cassian Pewe,

a man subsequently proven
to be deeply corrupt.

Can you really
describe East Sussex CID

as anything other than second-rate
and keep a straight face?

Records were manipulated
right under your nose.

How can you be sure
that anything's accurate,

including so-called intelligence
on "the Merchant"?

Your Honour, my learned friend
is being argumentative,

and the questions aren't relevant.

Miss Morley, please do move on.

Your team picked up on a reference
to the Merchant on a phone tap

and ran with it.

Unmasking this mastermind
became your myopic focus, correct?

It became "a" focus, certainly.

But the Merchant could refer
to several people

rather than one, couldn't it?

It could be code for anything.
Unlikely.

Early on, we intercepted
a message from the Merchant

that said they would come down
on someone like a ton of bricks.

But that could still refer
to multiple people, could it not?

It's possible.

Yes, it's possible.

I don't wanna come in.

Look, I know it's hard.

Really hard.

We have to keep the normal things
going. Home fires burning.

I've lost a third of my staff,
half my clients.

Hiding under the covers
is not an option...

..even though it's bloody tempting.

Do you think he did it, Mum?

Are all the things
they're saying true?

Your dad's brilliant
at what he does.

Getting justice for people who
otherwise wouldn't stand a chance.

But he's made enemies along the way,
people in high places.

You think they framed him?

I don't know.

And I don't have a crystal ball.

But the truth has a habit
of coming out, especially in court.

Dad's always saying that, isn't he?

And how many times
has he been proved right?

Hi, Brendan. All good?
Yeah.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?
'Hello, Meg.'

Who is this?
'Do you like the photograph?'

How dare you come into my house.

What do you want?
HE LAUGHS

What the hell do you want?
'Lovely girl, your daughter.

'Having the time of her life
down in Ecuador.'

Who are you?
'Call me her guardian angel, Meg.

'I know how much Laura means to you.

'After the loss of Peter and Will,
she must be so precious.'

'South America's a wild place.
People vanish there all the time.'

Oh, God, please, please,
don't hurt them, just...

'I can keep the girls safe, Meg.
I'm offering you a deal.

'And I think you should accept it
for Laura's sake.'

Er... A d-deal?

'First rule, tell no-one,

'or you'll find
Laura and Cassie dead.

'At least when your husband
and son died, there were funerals.

'You might not even get
Laura's body back.

'Are we clear?'
But...

Please.
'Good.

'If you wanna see Laura again,
all that has to happen

'is your foreman says two words
at the end of the trial.

'You know what they are,
don't you, Meg?

' "Not guilty." '

I'll see you later.
OK!

Bye.

You seem...

..more cheerful.

Erm, yeah. I...
I do feel a bit more...

..optimistic about things,
I suppose.

Good.

I think it would be a good idea
to...

..formalise things a bit with Bruno.

OK.

Well, there's no rush...
Maybe we could...

speak to his grandparents

about making his visits
more regular.

Giving him his own room.

We haven't given ourselves
the chance to be parents to Bruno.

And...

after everything that's happened,
I...

I just feel like I owe it to you
and to him... to give it a try.

You don't owe me anything.

I want to do it, Roy.

OK, all right, maybe you're right.
Maybe we should...

move things along with him.

OK.

Good luck in court.

Thank you.

These records show annual payments
from D Starr Classics

into your bank account
dating back the last four years.

The first payment being for ?46,000

and the last for ?670,000 -

over half a million pounds.

That's a lot of money.
It is.

So...

..ten years ago, I put seed money
into Danny Starr's business.

In return, I received
a significant chunk of shares.

I declare the payments,
I pay tax on them.

Er, what is the issue?

I'll ask the questions,
if you don't mind, Mr Maxwell.

So, in addition
to being a very busy solicitor,

you're also a part-time - yet
astonishingly successful - investor?

Well, er...

More luck than anything.

We'll have no false modesty here.

It's hard to believe, isn't it?

You just lucked your way
into a small fortune,

barely lifting a finger

and having no notion
as to how that money was made?

You know, I defended Danny Starr
when he was...

22, 23.

He'd got...
caught up in a... car-stealing ring

who were basically exploiting
his God-given gifts as a mechanic.

When he got out,
he came to me for help,

and I covered the start-up fee.

Why?
Because I liked his business plan.

I liked him.

oh, so you were strictly
a sleeping partner?

No inkling whatsoever
that D Starr Classics was a front

for wholesale drugs importation?

None. Now, do I feel angry
and disappointed

and ever-so-slightly daft
that I was so deceived?

Certainly.

But am I culpable of anything more
than having a trusting nature?

No. No. No, I'm not.

What are these guys doing?

A deep dive, warts-and-all review.

Well, East Sussex
are having to clean house

because of what happened
to Cassian Pewe,

and we can't be trusted
to do it ourselves.

Right.

But we're in good company.

Cassian's time in London means
the Met are suffering the same.

You don't need to worry, Vee,
you've only been here five minutes.

Er, the, erm... the bailiff
just nabbed me in the hall,

said we still need
to select a foreman -

foreperson, as they're now called.

Look, er, I'll take on the role.

As a retired actuary, I'm
self-evidently the best qualified.

With respect, Harold, erm,

as a former DCI
with Hampshire Police,

I think I make the running.

What about me?

Self-starter, managerial experience,
staff of...

Well,

including me, my wife...

The point is, I'm a motivator.

Hello?

'Be thankful they're
arguing about the foreperson, Meg.

'You need to exploit
those divisions,

'snatch the job for yourself.'

How d'you know about the foreperson?
'Doesn't matter.

'I know. And don't try a stunt
like changing your locks again.

'Otherwise,
Laura could have a nasty accident.

'Hate for that to happen.'
OK, just leave her alone, OK?

Just leave her alone.
LINE CUTS OFF

Superintendent Grace, isn't it?

That's right, yeah, yeah.
OK.

Erm, is everything OK?

Sure. Why?

Oh, er, well, you...
you seem, er, a little upset.

You sounded a little upset.

I'm just missing my daughter.
She's away travelling.

Oh, I see.

I should...

Detective Superintendent Grace.

I need to run a PNC check.

WO 'Certainly, Sir.
May I ask the reason?'

Concern for the owner's safety.

Mr Colin MacKaye, what is your
association with Terrence Maxwell?

I oversee both Mr Maxwell's
personal accounts

and the business accounts
of his law firm.

And how would you characterise
Mr Maxwell's attitude to money?

Well, I can't think of many clients
who are less...

fiscally motivated, shall we say.

Could you give us some examples,
perhaps? Certainly.

Mr Maxwell paid off his mortgage
about 15 years ago

and could easily afford a bigger
house in a more salubrious area.

But he stayed right where he is.

Only a stone's throw from the estate
where he grew up, I believe?

Just down the road.

Left to his own devices,
Mr Maxwell never keeps his receipts

or claims
legitimate business expenses.

I mean, I'm left to trawl
through bins, pockets,

phones, computers, you name it,

just to take care of the basics.

So, in sum,

this is not a man
who cares about money?

No. He has more than he needs
without resorting to criminality?

Yep.

And especially not importing
class A drugs.

You find that scenario
hard to credit?

I find it bloody hilarious.

MURMURING

What I mean is...

..I just can't see Terry...

..as the Pablo Escobar of Brighton.

Thank you, Mr MacKaye,
that will be all.

I have just heard back from Margot.

She's gonna come over
tomorrow night.

'Do you reckon
you could get home by eight?'

Yeah, sure, no problem.

Wolfe's here.
Er, listen, I've... I've gotta go.

'OK?'

How do we counterattack, Stephen?
We need to get back in the game.

Well, put simply,
we need more bullets in the gun.

Feels like the defence
are pushing a Maxwell

who's loveably clueless
about everything,

except defending his clients.

Successfully pushing it,
I would say.

Ah, excuse me.

What have we got?
Grace.

Yeah.

OK, thanks.

I've got your bullet, Stephen.

Being foreperson is not so different
from account managing,

something that I've done

in the pharmaceutical industry
for a decade.

I have a...
a wealth of experience.

And, erm...

Above all, I am a good listener
and communicator.

And I feel that those qualities
are absolutely germane

to the role of foreperson.

Thank you.

Your Honour.

We move to introduce new evidence,

and we apologise
for the short notice.

An explanation might be more useful
than an apology.

The evidence concerns encrypted
files, which, until yesterday,

remained impervious even to
the finest minds in CID forensics.

What is the provenance
of these files?

Terrence Maxwell's home computer.

They prove the existence
of clandestine accounts

in the Seychelles,

totalling ?4.6 million.
GASPING

Your Honour, the defence has a right
to review any and all evidence

before it's divulged to the court.

The suddenness of this disclosure
is unfortunate, but not,

I'm satisfied,
deliberate or malicious.

Is this where you tell me I can
still change my plea to guilty?

Well, as of five minutes ago,
I recommend it.

Someone's gone to great lengths
to set me up.

My money's on Grace
and his colleagues in CID.

Terry, these Seychelles accounts
were unearthed

on your desktop at home.

How did they get there?
I don't know.

Now, maybe their tech boys
planted them after the fact?

Yeah, a one-size-catch-all,
"The Old Bill fitted me up,"

isn't going to fly.

If you were counselling
one of your clients,

I'm sure you'd say the same.
I am innocent, Primrose.

When is that gonna penetrate
your over-educated skull?

Well, if you can replicate
that conviction in front of a jury,

they might even believe you.

Primrose.

Get me back on the stand.

It pains me to consider it,
much less voice it,

but the only person
who had access to my computer,

my passwords and so on,

and knowledge of my finances
sufficient enough

to establish these offshore accounts

is, sadly,
my book-keeper, Colin MacKaye.

You all heard him say it
in open court -

he searches through my pockets,
my phones, my computers.

Total access,

and he's had it for years.

Mr Maxwell, I mean...
WOLFE SIGHS

..this strikes me as finger-pointing
and scapegoating

of the most desperate
and revealing kind.

If Mr MacKaye salted away millions
in offshore accounts,

then why do so in your name?

Well, perhaps it was
because of his criminal record?

It would've presented hurdles
to opening an account,

even in the Seychelles.

In his early 20s, MacKaye had form
for embezzlement and forgery,

quite sophisticated stuff.

I think we can all guess
where this is going.

You represented him,
and you got him off?

Mr Wolfe, do refrain from employing
a jeering tone in your questioning.

No further questions, your Honour,
but we do ask

that the witness Colin MacKaye
be recalled tomorrow morning

for more cross-examination.

Very well.

Considering the allegations made
against the witness,

it's only right
he has the opportunity to respond.

The Seychelles stuff is damning,

and blaming his book-keeper
is laughable.

Yeah, he must think we're idiots.

I can't imagine what evidence
is gonna change my mind.

You know, we could save a lot
of time at the deliberation stage

if we came to an agreement now.

No.

I'm... I'm sorry, but no.

It would be highly inappropriate

for us to make up our minds
before hearing the whole trial.

In-In fact, it would be a complete
dereliction of our duty as jurors.

And I'll see this through,
have no fear.

But nothing will change my mind
about that man's guilt.

Nothing.

'We're about to go on a zip wire.'
'This is so high.'

'Mum, look!'

Oh. You sure it's safe?

'OK, here she goes.'

'Three...

'two, one...'

'Cassie!'

Laura?

L-Laura?!

Laura, is Cassie OK?

Laura? Laura?!

'Oh, my God, she's moving.'
OK.

'She is, she's moving.
She's all right!'

Well, you just...
you just focus on Cassie.

'She's OK.' All right?
And you call me right back.

All right?
'Yeah, all right.'

OK, bye.

'Very basic bit of kit,
the zipwire.

'Piece of piss to tamper
with the pulley.'

Why? Why?!
They have nothing to do with this!

'Fair play on becoming foreman,

'but you need to start winning
the jury over from tomorrow.

'There's only so much help
we can give.'

What do you mean, help?
'You'll see.'

OK, thank you.

Yeah, bye.

Hey.

Forensics went over her bike
with a fine toothcomb -

no sign of tampering.

There's no paint transfer
from a vehicle

or other hallmarks
consistent with a collision.

But, look, technically,

we're not supposed to be
talking to her.

Circumstances have changed, Glenn.

Someone's going after the jury.

All right.

Well, at least let me talk to her.

I'm not testifying in court.

Hello, Janet.

I'm Detective Superintendent
Roy Grace.

How're you feeling?

Bloody awful.

What can you recall

about the moments
before you came off your bike?

Erm...
Take your time, Janet.

I remember unlocking my bike
in the village.

After that, nothing.

I couldn't even tell you
where I came off.

How will Channing feel about this?

An 11-strong jury? Annoyed.

But in my experience,
judges normally want to proceed.

So that's it?
We just sit back and take it

while Maxwell's people wipe out
the jurors they don't like?

I share your frustration
and your suspicions,

but suspicions are all they are.

Yeah, well,
tell that to Janet Smythson.

The encrypted Seychelles accounts
are damning, we can build on that.

I don't know. He recovered well,
pinning it on his book-keeper.

Well, that won't save him.

Not when we play our ace.

Danny Starr?

His testimony will convince the jury
as surely as it did the Crown.

Terrence Maxwell is the Merchant

and so says
his loyal lieutenant Danny.

Good luck
blaming his book-keeper then.

I'm OK today. Thank you, Father.

How's your day been, Danny?

What happened to the other one?

Father Wilson?

Oh, him, er, they, er...
they let him out for good behaviour.

It's a fair question, fair question.

I'm filling in, sort of a locum.

Normally at this time,

you'd find me in a nursing home
or the like.

That's the guts of my work.

I like the ones
on the seafront best.

You know?

The big windows. The light.

Ships on the horizon.

Gives the old biddies something to
focus on apart from the TV, right?

Take your mother, for instance.

Alma?

Hawkeye, I like to call her.

Always watching the waves,
all day long.

Oh, she'd give the coastguard
a good run for his money, all right.

You so much as touch her...

Oh, we'll more than touch her

if you don't change your statement.

Hey!

Shit.

Here he is.

I'm so sorry.

I did try and call you.

You're a busy man

with important work to do.

It's not an excuse, Margot.

But it might be a reason
to pause for thought.

Look, Derek and I have no objection
in principle to Bruno staying here.

But, erm,

is it the right time
for you and Cleo

to make that kind of commitment?

Because that's what it is...
a commitment.

What?
I heard something.

OK, we're not exactly
in the Lake District, yeah?

Someone's in the trees.

Yeah, too much wine.

No, listen!
What are you talking about?

Hey! What are you doing?

First responders ID'd the bodies
from their wallets -

Sally Jacobs, Rich Bailey.

Any form?

No criminal records,
no criminal associations.

Well, something seems off.

There's a single shoeprint
on the inner lining of his hoodie.

VEE: Killer?

Could be.

There's no evidence they got close -
no powder burns.

And the bullet wound
is neat and small.

Shot from a distance?

Then there's this light spatter
on his face and upper body,

not from the stomach wound.
Yeah.

And we found Sally Jacobs
20 yards away,

heading in the opposite direction.

So, where did this blood originate?

Dave Cripps.

You're James Vernon's daughter,
right?

I served with him in the Met.
Chapelwood nick.

You're mistaken.
Sorry?

My dad's name's not James,
and he's not a copper. Really?

Those barbecues at his place
in Kensal Rise, that wasn't you?

She told you it wasn't, PC Cripps.

These look new.
Yeah, so does this.

We need to find where this blood
and these tyre tracks came from.

Everything OK? Meg Magellan.
I think they've got to her, too.

Based on...?

Based on she seems very upset,

and she was sweeping her house
for bugs last night.

It's all right, she didn't see me.
Are you out of your mind?

I need to know
who's pulling the strings.

There are very, very clear rules
about jury contact, Roy.

Knocking jurors off their bikes.
Bugging their houses.

You could derail
the whole bloody case.

That jury are being targeted,
Stephen.

I just can't prove it.
Are you listening to me?

Maybe if we switch focus
to Maxwell's fixer...

What fixer? He must have a deputy -
someone on the outside.

If we can ID them...

What if we share all this
with Judge Channing? "All" what?

He's gonna ask for proof,

which, by the sounds of it,
you don't even have.

It's a bit bloody coincidental.

Janet was the most certain of us
of Maxwell's guilt,

and now she's in ICU.

Maisy, if what you're saying...

That'd mean
there's a spy in the house.

You're not suggesting that, are you?

I think you've been watching
too many films, Maisy.

Jury tampering of that stripe
is very rare in the UK.

And Maxwell's not standing trial
for stealing a Mars bar.

He's potentially
a powerful drug lord

with the resources to try
every dirty trick in the book.

You're supposed to be
our bloody foreperson, Meg,

and all you have to say is,
I've been watching too many films.

It's unbelievable.

I have now informed the jury
that we will be proceeding

despite Janet Smythson's accident
and the resulting absence.

But I have sent them out,
since the witness

scheduled to reappear
before the court this morning -

Colin MacKaye -
has not materialised.

In the light of
Janet Smythson's exit,

it's starting to look like

the proverbial wheels
are coming off.

Well, not on my watch.

If I think
there's a snowflake's chance

someone's tampering with
the due cause of this case...

..I will discharge the jury
without a second's hesitation.

Do I make myself clear?

MacKaye stuck two months' rent
under the door last night,

with a note that said to put
the contents of his boat on eBay

and split the proceeds
with his sister.

She's on her way over now.

Did the landlady
actually see MacKaye last night? No.

What about a vehicle?
Does he own a car?

A Harley. He keeps it in the garage.
It's round the side, apparently.

I'll take a look.

Vee, can you look into
a Harley Davidson

registered to a Colin MacKaye,
Harbourside Way?

Yeah, can you check the model
and reg for me? Thanks.

His passport's missing,
the bike's missing,

and he does have form
for fleeing when cornered.

I'm Kirsty. Can you tell us
when you last heard from Colin?

He called me last night,
about eight.

Said he was heading off for a bit.

He wasn't very happy
with Maxwell blaming him

for whatever you lot found
on his computer.

That's not true in your view.

He swore it wasn't. Just Maxwell
trying to save his own skin?

Kirsty?

I just hope
he hasn't done anything stupid

and that's why he's had to go.
Is that likely?

Come on.

Like you don't know
about his record, his history.

It's pretty ancient history.

I know, but sometimes...

Sometimes, you wondered
if he'd really left his past behind.

'MacKaye's motorbike went through
a speed camera last night at 10pm.'

Where? On the seafront.
I'll send you a screengrab now.

Here.

Could be MacKaye or anyone
of a similar height or build.

And who can ride a Harley.

Just trying to keep an open mind.

We'd better get back to court.

What you said
about keeping an open mind?

Look, I wholeheartedly agree.
Good.

As opposed to viewing evidence
selectively

to arrive at a certain outcome.

Because that... that creates
the kind of tunnel vision

where you are bound
to miss something.

You think this is all about Cassian,
don't you?

Yeah, I do. I think maybe
you've let him in your head.

You've got this "won't get fooled
again" thing going on,

which I get.

And so...?

And so you're just not yourself.

Stalking jury members, talking
to witnesses, flouting the rules.

You are so determined to get Maxwell
and not get blindsided

that if you're not careful,

it'll be you that's destabilising
this case, Roy, not Cassian.

Can you confirm that your full name
is Daniel John Starr?

Yes, I can.

And that you are the MD and majority
shareholder for D Starr Classics?

That's right.

And at this time, are you in custody

awaiting sentencing
for the part that you played

in this drugs importation ring?

Yes, I am.

In the course of their inquiries,

the police became aware
of a mastermind figure

behind this ring
known as the Merchant.

Someone who you've worked to
directly for a number of years,

someone who you, in fact, identified

on the night of your arrest.

Do you see that person
in the courtroom today?

No, I don't. Sorry.

Please identify the Merchant
for the benefit of the court.

There was no-one above me
and no Merchant.

That was just code for a buy.

Mr Starr, you gave a sworn statement

identifying the Merchant
as Terrence Maxwell!

Well, I just said that

because Superintendent Grace
was leaning on me.

Threatening me.

You identified Maxwell
in a taped interview.

Detective Superintendent Grace

did nothing more
than urge you to come clean.

Man's obsessed with Terry Maxwell.

Must be sour grapes for all those
people he got off over the years.

Why did you phone Maxwell
on the day of your arrest

from the call box in Newhaven?

He's my solicitor.

No further questions, Your Honour.

That wasn't what Starr said
on the night of his arrest.

No, he pointed the finger
very clearly at Maxwell.

The only question is,
why did Starr change his tune?

Someone got to him - and on the
same night Janet was silenced too.

I'm sorry, but this is baseless
and unhelpful speculation.

There is no cause to believe
that Janet's accident

was remotely suspicious.

Vee.

MacKaye's cell site data, it shows
that before coming home yesterday,

he visited a beauty salon
owned by Maxwell's wife.

Do we know how long he was there
for? Just over two hours.

Try to stay the course...

How can I help you, Detective?

Hi. You can take your break now.
OK. Thanks.

I'm surprised you're not in court.
I'm finding it really hard.

Terry said to focus on the business.

The trial has slimmed down
my client base, to put it mildly.

My husband's innocent.

We'll see.

You've proven nothing.

Your witness changed their story,
and everything else is, erm...

What do you call it?

Circumstantial.
Exactly.

How well do you know Colin MacKaye?
Pretty well.

He's not just Terry's book-keeper.
He does my accounts as well.

When did you last see him?
Yesterday afternoon.

He always does my accounts on
the second Wednesday of the month.

Did you know that Terrence
is blaming MacKaye

for the encrypted files
on his computer?

I must say I'm surprised.

I had the sense
he'd left his criminal past behind.

MacKaye?

Terry's a good man.
I know you don't wanna believe that.

So, going back to
MacKaye's visit yesterday...

..how did he seem?

OK.

A bit distracted, maybe.

He did say something odd.

Something that suggested he
might not be seeing me for a while.

What? What did he say?

Something like, erm...

.."I've always appreciated
your loyalty as a customer."

Something like that.

Then he went back
to his spreadsheets,

and I thought no more of it.

Who's that?
Brendan.

He runs things for me.

Brendan...?
Drewett.

Is he your hire or your husband's?

God, I can't remember now. Er...

Would you prefer
if we carried on this conversation

somewhere else, Barbara?

No. I'm fine.

Well, thanks for your help.

Nick - just the man.

Can we look at a Brendan Drewett
employed at Barbara Maxwell's salon?

'Sure. What's our interest?'

That we know Maxwell's got a fixer,
but we don't know who it is.

'OK.' How's the double-murder
panning out?

'It might be a triple, and I think
we're working the same case.'

Someone was being transported
in a vehicle

on the road running east
of Ridgeton Park,

and somehow, they escaped.

They run into the park
and shed their bindings

by rubbing them against the bark.

But they're spotted, so they
run up the hill where Rich Bailey

and Sally Jacobs
are enjoying a late glass of wine.

Rich was shot in the stomach,

and the fleeing man
appears to have tripped over him,

leaving a shoeprint on Rich's hoodie
before being shot himself

and showering Rich's face
in his blood.

Sally?
Fatally shot in the back,

running from the bench
in the opposite direction.

What about ballistics?

No bullets recovered yet.
All the shots went straight through.

A fingertip search
is happening first thing,

and the cordon stays up till then.

So, Rich and Sally were just in
the wrong place at the wrong time,

saw too much
and had to be silenced?

That's our working theory.

But there was a third victim,
we're pretty certain.

We DNA'd the blood spatter,
and it's a match for Colin MacKaye.

So...

..whoever that is...

..it's not Colin MacKaye.

Oh, am I glad to see you.

I have chilled wine, plastic glasses
and all the time in the world.

You OK?

Yeah.

You're not OK, are you?

Could Brendan Drewett
be Maxwell's outside man?

Contender, definitely.

He's got a ton of convictions
for dealing,

but he's kept his nose clean
for ten years.

Eight of them, he's been working
at Barbara's salon.

Maybe Maxwell represented him.
OK, so...

..another one of his projects,

just like Danny Starr
and Colin MacKaye.

I think we're being watched.

What? Yeah, no,
don't look round, just...

..just keep walking, and, erm...

..just act normal.

Meg, what is going on?

You were right.

Maxwell did represent Brendan
back in 2004.

Successfully?

Nah. He did seven years for intent
to supply coke and heroin.

I can't seem to link Brendan
to Starr or MacKaye. Me neither.

Someone messed up big time
at Ridgeton Park.

Two civilians are dead.

Maybe that's our best chance
of finding a link to Brendan.

Check the scene again.

MacKaye's bike - who was riding it?
Where'd they dump it?

Oh, and check CCTV,
see if the gunman

was caught leaving or returning
to his vehicle by the park.

You have to go to the police, Meg.

I can't, they're not bluffing.
But you're breaking the law.

I don't care about that.
I don't care if I go to prison.

They will kill Laura and Cassie
if I don't do what they say!

I'm sorry, I...

I have considered every option,

and my only way out of this is
delivering a "not guilty" verdict.

OK, there's footage
of MacKaye's motorbike

going past Shoreham Harbour
at 10:30pm.

But then no sign of it
at the next junction

just a mile down the coast road.

Any turnings off the coast road?

Only a service road
for a Southern Water plant,

which is gated, fenced
and very locked at that hour, but...

..a van passes
in the opposite direction,

just ten minutes after the bike
is caught on camera.

Heading away from Brighton?

I didn't think anything of it
at first,

but then I noticed
the tyre-repair livery on the side.

"Brightfield Auto Repairs."

Mobile mechanic vans are
typically fitted with steel ramps

to roll tyres up and down.

You can drive a bike straight in?
I'll tell Roy.

Tenner says the Harley's
still in there. Help you?

Detective Superintendent Grace,
East Sussex CID.

This is DI Branson.

Derren Skinner.
Do you run this place, Mr Skinner?

Yeah, yeah, I do, for my sins.

Could you open up the van for me,
please?

No, that's OK.

So, he's putting something
into the boot.

He looks up as the bus passes.

Whoa. Go back.
Shit.

Can we punch in on his face?

Do you know a Colin MacKaye?

No. Can't say that I do.

So, if it turned out
that those leathers belonged to him

and they were plastered
with his DNA, say...

..how would you explain that?

Ah!
Is that Brendan?

Brendan Drewett?
Yeah.

Detective Grace, fancy running
into you twice in a day.

Brendan Drewett.

Body shops and beauty salons.

You're a Renaissance man,
Mr Drewett.

Excuse me.

Bella. 'We've ID'd
the Ridgeton Park gunman.

'Derren Skinner.

'He was in business
with Brendan Drewett a while back.'

He still is.

Here. Here.

Down there. Box 'em in.

It's Colin MacKaye.

Shit.

Go on.

Who's the Merchant?

It was Terry.
HE WHIMPERS

It was all Terry.
BRENDAN CRIES

Forensics discovered a bullet
at Ridgeton Park.

They say it was fired...

..from Skinner's gun,
and it gets better.

There's a partial print on it
belonging to Brendan Drewett.

OK.

OK.

Drug dealers don't talk.

Don't you think it's weird

that Brendan gave up Maxwell
as the Merchant so fast?

Goes to all that effort
to protect the boss...

..killing MacKaye...
nobbling Starr and the jurors...

..and then just gives him up
in a heartbeat?

I mean, there's no honour
among thieves.

Or drug dealers.

Not much of a fixer.

Sir.
Cheers.

Barbara Maxwell.

She wasn't in court today,
but when I spoke to her earlier,

she knew about Starr changing his
testimony to exonerate her husband.

Well, there's been no live reporting
from the courtroom today.

No, there wasn't,
so how did she know?

Someone told her in an adjournment.

Maxwell's lawyer, maybe?
I don't see how.

Look, after Starr
dropped his bombshell and you left,

we were all held there
for three hours.

No-one else moved,
Primrose Morley included.

No breaks? No adjournments?

No. There is no way that Barbara

could have heard about
Starr retracting

before you set foot in her salon.

VEE: But she did know.

You wanted to see me, Terry?

Primrose said it was urgent.

She must've pulled a fair few
strings to get me in here.

Are you OK?

You answered the phone to Starr
that day.

You betrayed me.

Barbara Maxwell, nee Devlin.

As Barbara Devlin,
she was busted twice

for dealing in her late teens
with her boyfriend...

..Brendan Drewett.

Let me guess, Maxwell defended her?
He sure did.

After three strikes, the couple
were looking at serious jail time,

but Maxwell spun a sob story that
Brendan had lead Barbara astray.

He did seven years, but she got off
with a suspended sentence.

You're kidding.
And what really moved the dial...

..was she was pregnant
with Brendan's baby.

What's the name
of Maxwell's daughter?

Erm... Ellen.

Ellen Maxwell
was Brendan's biological daughter.

The birth certificate confirms it.

Right, so, what're we saying?

That Brendan has been
Maxwell's fixer ever since?

What, doing his bidding
with the salon as cover?

Maybe it's not Maxwell's bidding
he's doing.

Maybe it's Barbara's.
She's the Merchant.

It would answer a lot of questions -

why Brendan gave Maxwell up,
for one.

Well, yeah, protecting the boss.
And the mother of his child.

The fact is...

..we never knew for sure
that it wasn't Barbara

that Starr was calling
from that Newhaven phone box.

He rang the landline.
Maybe he spoke to her first.

Hang on.
If it's Barbara behind it all,

then did Starr name Maxwell
of his own accord,

or did she tell him to?

If she is the Merchant,
I would assume the latter.

Then why not
just let Maxwell go down?

Why would you tamper with the jury,
knock Janet off her bike?

Maybe she got cold feet.

By all accounts,

they've been happily married
for almost 20 years.

All those years,

I thought I was giving them
a leg-up, helping hand.

The only person I was helping
was you, wasn't it?

'Thank you, Mr Maxwell.'

Not just for defending me in court,
but for this, for everything.

Well, don't worry, Wesley -
you won't get rid of us that easily.

Once a client of Terry's,
always a client of Terry's.

Did you really think raising Ellen

and running a salon
would do it for me?

Be enough?

Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

What is it they say?

"Every man kills
the thing he loves."

I gave you everything
I thought you ever wanted.

All I did was just drive you away...
and bore you.

You never bore me, Terry.

You had Starr point the finger at me
to save your own skin, didn't you?

I had to buy time, that's all.
Oh, and I was a fair price?

You put those accounts in my name.
I was your fall guy from day one.

I always had an exit plan for you,
Terry. Bullshit.

I had him retract his statement,
didn't I?

By which time, I'd spent
a hundred-plus days on remand!

And I've taken steps to ensure
the jury deliver the right verdict.

Who are you?

You know exactly who I am.

You just chose not to see.

What if you fail?

What if the jury find me guilty?
What, you're just gonna let me rot?

For the last time...

..I've got your back.

You're my husband.

Get out.

A week from now, you'll be home.

Everything'll go back to
the way it was, you'll see.

Get out.

We need to take a deep dive
into Barbara Maxwell.

So, we target Brendan first -

mine his phone,
the burners we recovered.

If he's sat below Barbara
in the food chain,

then he is the conduit.

Texts, calls, emails.

She'll just say they worked together
at the salon.

She will, but if we're right,

there'll be multiple communications
late at night, seven days a week.

Tough to put that down
to cancelled blow dries.

Start with Ridgeton Park.

If there's significant contact
after the shootings,

then we know we're onto something.

I understand,
Detective Superintendent,

that you've illuminated the reasons
for Mr MacKaye's absence

from court yesterday?

Now that the jury
have been dismissed, please explain.

MacKaye didn't attend because
he was murdered in cold blood.

Why he was murdered
is a complex matter

that goes to the heart of the case
against Terrence Maxwell.

In essence...

..MacKaye knew too much...

..and his disappearance
made him a convincing scapegoat.

I'd like you to expand a little more
on that statement, please,

Superintendent.

I believe the accused,

Terrence Maxwell,
is not only innocent.

He's the victim of a framing plot
orchestrated...

..by his wife, Barbara Maxwell...

..and her former partner
Brendan Drewett.

We also have evidence
linking Barbara and Brendan

to the murder of Colin MacKaye

and two innocent bystanders
in Ridgeton Park,

as well as the intimidation
of Daniel Starr

and at least one member of the jury.

Order. Order.

Now that you've been dismissed
and returned a not guilty verdict...

..I can tell you that Janet Smythson

is out of ICU

and has made a full recovery.

I can also tell you we suspect that
what looked like a bike accident

was a deliberate attempt
to remove Janet from the jury.

Has anyone else been threatened...

..or harmed...

..during this trial?

They've got my daughter
and her friend.

I know they have!

I haven't heard from her
in two days.

In two days.

Tell me what you think you know.

You're dying to.

Well, I'll tell you
what made me take a closer look.

You pushing MacKaye
as a flight risk, that was overdone.

But knowing Starr
changed his testimony

when you weren't in court...
that was a blunder.

An unforced error.

It gave us a thread to pull on,
and we did.

That's it?

That's all you've got?

Oh, no. Far from it.

And your friends in Ecuador,
threatening Meg's daughter, Laura.

Call them off.

Look, I've done zero digging...

but something tells me that PC
in Ridgeton Park wasn't mistaken...

..that he did work
with your dad in the Met.

I've just found out that he...

..was suspected
of killing an informant.

Where's your dad now?

He left when I was 16.

His drinking was off the charts,

so he said I'd be better off
without him.

I've spent half my life...

..feeling like I was running...

..always looking over my shoulder.

I don't know.
I thought becoming a copper, I'd...

I'd shake him off.

All it's done
is make me feel like a fraud.

You don't need to run any more.

Cos this is where you belong.

Hello?
'Mum, it's me!'

'Sorry I haven't called.
We had our phones nicked.'

Oh, my God, Laura. Are you OK?
'I'm fine.

'And my flight's booked
for tomorrow.' What?

'It's been brilliant, but...'
MEG LAUGHS

'..I wanna come home now.'

I'd like to speak to my client
in private, as is her legal right.

I love you.

I don't deserve you.

I need your signature

to make it official
you're retaining my services.

I hope you didn't think that

because I didn't say much
when you lost the baby that I was...

I... I just wanted
to give you space, you know,

to... to grieve.

I got that, Glenn. Really.
It's just...

Now I see you're doubting if you can
be a dad to Bruno, and now...

You know what?
There's something I have to say.

Well, you'd better say it, then.

You need to stop beating yourself up

and feeling like you...
like you failed Sandy,

because you absolutely didn't.

You have to give yourself permission

to... to move on, once and for all.

Look, I appreciate
what you're saying.

I really do.

Your friendship, your loyalty...

There's a...
There's a "but" coming, yeah?

Yeah. It's just...

I really don't think
I'm free of it yet.

Cassian wants to see me.

You OK?
Yeah, I'm fine.

Are you sure?

Who was that on the phone?
Bella, I said I'm fine.

For the avoidance of doubt,
I don't want to be here.

So if you have anything to say,
make it quick. Oh, come on, Roy.

We can be civil.

You can ask how I'm acclimatising.

I can ask after Cleo and the team.

All right. Be like that.

Benchdale...

..the OCG that I became indebted to,
have been...

"Became indebted to"?

You weren't some innocent bystander.

The OCG, you willingly embraced.

Benchdale

have communicated something
that affects you very directly, Roy.

They killed Sandy.

Her death wasn't suicide. They...

..just made it look that way.

They're good at that.

Why should I believe a word you say?

Albazi was sighted in Munich
two days before Sandy's death.

And the car accident?
I'm not so sure that's what it was.

Sandy's debt still isn't paid.

And though it pains me to say it,
they know that she has a son.

Bruno.

So what?

So, Albazi's failure
to recover Sandy's debt

led to his family
getting seriously hurt.

I don't know the details, but...

..I hear he's out for blood.

An eye for an eye, Roy.