Original subtitles

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. CHUCKLING: Ah!

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...

BARBARA CHUCKLES

SHIP HORN BLARES

MAN: How you getting on with it, then?

MAN 2: Yeah, it's looking good...

INDISTINCT CHAT

Sorry, Superintendent, we, er...

we searched the car. There was nothing.

Did you weigh it? Mm-hm.

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.

THEY GRUNT

Got him!

GRUNTING

GLENN GRUNTS, STARR YELLS IN PAIN

STARR GROANS

GLENN YELLS IN PAIN

STARR GROANS, GLENN MOANS

GLENN PANTS

INDISTINCT

POLICE SIRENS, STARR PANTS

TYRES SCREECH

Get him! GRUNTING

STARR GROANS

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

GROANING: 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.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR SHUTS

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?

Mm?

Choose the path

that almost guarantees a shorter sentence, surely?

Cooperate.

The Merchant, Danny.

I need a name.

SIRENS BLARE

Good evening, Mr Maxwell.

We'd like you to come to the station

to discuss a phone call you received earlier today.

SIGHING: 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.

WHISPERING: 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.

CAR HORN BEEPS Oh, God!

Ohh, God! MEG CHUCKLES

You're OK. OK.

CAR HORN BEEPS CHUCKLING: You'll be fine.

I love you. I love you.

OK.

See ya! Bye! Have fun.

Bye. Mwah!

SOFTLY: Bye!

STEPHEN: '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.

SOFTLY: 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? Mm.

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.

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

REPORTER: 'Serious charges relating to business practices...'

REPORTER: 'Allegations of fraud and mismanagement...'

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

BARRISTER: 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.

MAN OVER RADIO: '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?

BOTH CHUCKLE 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?

Mm-hm.

Hi, Brendan. All good? Yeah.

DOOR CREAKS

Hello?

Hello?

PHONE RINGTONE

Hello? MAN: 'Hello, Meg.'

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

How dare you come into my house.

What do you want? HE LAUGHS

YELLING: 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.'

SHE INHALES SHARPLY

'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.

HE CHUCKLES 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.

CHUCKLES

I liked him.

Mm, 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...

PHONE BUZZES Er...

The point is, I'm a motivator.

Hello?

MAN: '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.

WOMAN: '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.

LAUGHTER

Thank you, Mr MacKaye, that will be all.

SWITCH CLICKS

KETTLE HISSES

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?' LINE CUTS OFF

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.

PHONE BUZZES

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... MEG CHUCKLES

Above all, I am a good listener and communicator.

And I feel that those qualities are absolutely germane

to the role of foreperson.

OTHERS MURMUR

SOFTLY: 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.

MURMURING

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.

MEG: 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.'

MEG SIGHS HEAVILY 'Three...

'two, one...'

CASSIE SCREAMS

CRASHING '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.

PHONE RINGS

MAN: '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.'

LINE DISCONNECTS, SHE INHALES SHARPLY

ENGINE REVS

SHE SCREAMS

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? Mm.

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.

ENGINE STARTS Hey!

Hey!

Shit.

CLEO: 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.

TWIG SNAPS

What? I heard something.

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

GIGGLING

DISTANT SHOUTING Someone's in the trees.

HE SCOFFS Yeah, too much wine.

No, listen! What are you talking about?

SHOUTING Hey! What are you doing?

GUNSHOT, HE GRUNTS

SHE SCREAMS

SHE SCREAMS

POLICE CHATTER ON RADIO

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?

MAN: 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.

MAISY SCOFFS 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?

SHE CHUCKLES 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?

DANIEL CLEARS THROAT No, I don't. Sorry.

MURMURING

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.

PHONE BUZZES

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...

INDISTINCT

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.

PHONE BUZZES

Nick - just the man.

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

NICK: '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.

EXCLAMATIONS, CHUCKLING

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?

INDISTINCT

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... SHE SIGHS

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.

PHONE BUZZES

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.

GLENN EXCLAIMS, GUNSHOT FIRES

DERREN GRUNTS

GRUNTING

GUNSHOT Shit!

Here. Here.

WHISPERS: Down there. Box 'em in.

It's Colin MacKaye.

FOOTSTEPS

GRUNTING, STRAINING

Shit.

YELLING

HE SHOUTS, GROANS

BRENDAN PANTS

HE GROANS

HOARSELY: 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. Hmm.

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...

MURMURING

..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.

TEARFULLY: 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.

SIRENS

VEE HYPERVENTILATES

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.

RINGING TONE

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.

WHISPERS: 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.

PHONE CHIMES

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.

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