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Sarah

Sarah

Yeah? Oh, God, the press are going to be all over that.

Sam, any sign of the victim?

No, I've got a witness who says he saw him holding his arm as he ran off.

So hospital's on alert?

Oh, yeah, run and hide it.

So what have you got on him?

Terry Sean Dyer, released five days ago after a 12 stretch.

Murdered a Mark Randall, aged 18 in 1996.

Mark Randall being our shooter's son?

Yeah, Dyer denies it, but he was caught red -handed. The father saw him.

Charles Bunsen calmed down yet, has he? Yeah, he's just cleared him for

interview. They're taking him through now.

Great. Well, let's do him.

Hi. Can I join you?

This one too big for us, is it?

No, the DHC want this kid gloved.

The press are swarming.

You don't know where that is.

I'd like to hear what he's got to say. Do you mind?

I've got an address for Dyer from his parole office.

It's a bail hostel on Dalston Lane.

Great. Thatch, go with him. Take some backup, yeah?

Right, the rest of you, I want you to get Dyer's description circulated,

Now, remember, we don't know if he's armed, we don't know if he's dangerous,

please err on the side of caution, understand?

Mr. Randall, I'm Chief Superintendent Mike Walker. This is Chief Inspector

Roisin Connor.

Finally.

Can I go now? Not really an option.

I was attacked in my own home.

He also shot a man, Mr. Randall.

He was trying to hurt me daughter.

Is she all right?

I'm sure she'll be fine.

What?

You don't know?

I think you should be more worried about yourself.

He went out early this morning.

That's my instinct.

Diet.

Mr Diet, the police.

We've missed him.

He's gone.

Do a local sweep. He may not run part of you.

I'll do it.

Let's go. It's Saj. Look at this.

Stuff from his prior.

Massage.

Okay, well, let's talk about the gun.

Is this necessary?

It's an illegal firearm, Mr. Randall. Where did you get it?

Ex -army mate.

I've had it for years.

Never used it, never even thought of using it. What was his name?

I'm hardly going to tell you that, am I?

Okay, you say Dyer wanted to hurt Sarah.

He did.

Why, can you be so sure?

He attacked her down on the estate.

She was lucky she's escaped.

According to Sarah's statement, he...

Grabbed her by the arm. Now, that's a little short of an attack.

He batted my front door down to get at her. Why didn't you call us?

There wasn't enough time.

Oh, was he armed? I don't know. So you shot an unarmed man? For Christ's sake,

he murdered my son, then turns up after my daughter?

Why would he want to hurt her?

Must have been one hell of a shock, him turning up like that.

It's Sarah I'm thinking about.

Dyer scum.

Sarah went to pieces after he killed her brother.

God alone knows what this is going to do to her.

Ken, the problem we have with this is we don't know whether Dyer was armed and

we don't know why he came round.

He went after Sarah!

They're armed, Mr Randall.

Sarah says that when Dyer got into your hallway, he said he wanted to talk.

When I pointed the gun at him, aye.

But what if that was the truth?

Oh, come off it.

Ken. You shot a potentially unarmed man with an illegal firearm.

It's attempted murder.

You're saying... I could go to prison?

It's possible.

Yeah.

Michael.

We should have pushed him further. He wanted to kill Dar. He's good at that.

That wouldn't help him in court.

I'm sorry, why are we helping him? He's just a father protecting his daughter.

Mikey, just shut him out. I'm releasing him pending further inquiries.

You are not serious.

He's alleging it was self -defense. You have no victim.

Discharging an illegal firearm.

Attempted murder, Mike.

You want to charge him? You find Dyer. Right now, I've got to talk to the

prayer.

Brian, what have we got?

Still no sign of Dyer.

We're checking for friends and family.

Uh, father's unknown.

Mother's found him when he was found guilty.

I've just spoken to prison records. Dyer had no visitors.

No letters either.

What, in 12 years?

What does he want with a daughter?

Yeah, we don't know. Father showed him before he had a chance to explain.

Yeah, very helpful.

While sighting in Stepney, Dyer turned up at somebody's door asking for a nick.

Nick who?

I don't know. Local boys are there. Dyer's long gone. Hang on a second.

Back in 96, Dyer blamed Nick someone for the murder. He said he'd had a row with

the dead boy before he was killed. Nick Fisher.

So the alibi checked out. We pursued no further.

What address did Dyer turn up at?

27 Stepney Place. He's going through the phone book. Stepney Place is second on

the list.

And how many?

Ten. You guys better find Nick Fisher before Dyer does.

Why do you think Dyer came round, Mr Walker?

We're not sure.

Do you know when he was first arrested, he insisted he was innocent?

You saw him, didn't you?

Saw enough.

Dyer had the bottle.

It was covered in marked wood.

It's not something you forget.

I can imagine.

I thought he was going to kill Sarah, too.

She must mean a lot to you.

Come on, let's get you a lift home.

Go check if anything's there.

Lassie.

Dave Satchel.

Long time, mate.

You two know each other?

What, his ex -job? We were at Camley Street together.

Can we come in, please?

Yeah, sure.

I only ever knew him as Chip, sir.

How you doing? I'm good, brother. Good. Come in.

Cam, was your daughter friends with Terry Dyer?

Before the murder, I mean.

Dyer was rough.

Out of control.

Never saw the father.

And the mother didn't give a toss, if you could tell.

What about Nick Fisher?

Remember him?

Not really.

Dyer's trying to find her.

Why would you do that?

I was hoping you could tell me.

No way, those two were mates.

When he was arrested, Dyer said that Fisher and your son had a fight. This

couple of days before Mark was murdered.

I didn't know that.

Yeah, Dyer reckons the fight was over, Sarah.

You'd have thought Dyer'd want to keep his head down.

Tried to blame me for the murder, didn't he?

Yeah, but he picked the wrong guy.

I was working that night.

Used to do shifts stacking shelves at the supermarket.

In his statement, he mentioned a fight between you and Mark?

It was nothing.

I mean, I don't like to speak to leather dead, but Mark was an aggressive little

sod. Took after his father.

What was Ken Randall violent in?

Ex -army, wasn't he?

Scared the hell out of me.

Mark wanted to be just like him.

He tried to take me on. I just walked away.

You think Sarah might have any idea what Dyer's up to? No.

Why should she?

Leave her, please.

There's your car, Ken.

Somebody be around to fix your panic alarm.

Dyer appears to use it.

Thanks.

And you don't know why Terry Dyer would want to see you?

You really think he's dangerous?

You have to assume so, yeah.

Daddy! Hello, mate.

How you doing? Did you get the shopping done?

No. No?

It's my wife, Lee.

Nice to meet you.

You're police, right?

Yeah, Dave here was in the force with me.

I thought something could happen.

Yeah, well, it sort of has.

That guy that's on the run, I think he's trying to find me. Why would he want to

do that?

Look, are you sure you haven't seen him?

Oh, my God.

He was on the corner.

Where? By the newsagents, being dropped at Zebby, and he picked you up for him.

Excuse me.

This is, um... Oh, thanks. Thank you.

Yeah.

Don't worry, don't worry. We won't let anything happen.

Sarah?

Any sign?

No, I would have seen her car than I did a wheel setter.

Look, panic alarm's on its way.

It's better not be a roti.

I'm sure you two are going to be all right.

We'll be here in minutes, yeah?

Thanks.

Look, I'll pop back in to shift.

Have a catch up, yeah?

Cheers, mate.

See you later.

If Dyer is looking for Nick Fisher, he's got to at least have been there.

Yeah, one of the fathers had him and Dyer did it.

He saw him holding the weapon. But in his original statement, Dyer insisted he

was innocent.

Most of the prison population do that, don't they?

What did Nick Fisher think?

He hasn't got a clue. He says he barely knew Dyer.

We need to talk to the daughter again.

Yeah, not tonight, huh?

Why didn't you wake me?

Are you okay?

Fine.

I'll make her some tea.

Sit down.

What? Sit down, Sarah.

Why didn't I know?

We were just mucking about.

You're kissing her.

I was being silly.

Nick Fisher.

Did you have sex with him?

No. Did you?

Jesus Christ!

I'm sorry.

He made you, didn't he?

It wasn't like that.

He's the same age as your brother, for fuck's sake, Sarah.

He never hurt me.

You were 13 years of age.

A child.

Why didn't you talk to me? I'd have sorted them.

I liked him, Dad.

Your brother found out, didn't he?

Warned him off.

Why didn't a pair of you talk to me?

Mark said he'd handle it.

I was drunk, wasn't I?

Of course you were drunk.

Why he's drunk ever since you got back.

That's why mum left.

Nobody could talk to you then.

I've had a check with hospitals.

They're all still on alert.

Anything else?

Well, not unless Dyer shows himself, no? No, and I promised Nick Fisher I'd drop

by, so I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night.

Night, Satch.

Night, Mike.

Seen this?

Oh, the people's bloody hero.

Good job we released him, then.

You got anything on Dyer?

Hmm? God, I wish, Mike.

Oh, he can't just disappear.

Told him that, have you?

Go away!

Go away!

Paul, what are you doing here?

Who the hell's he? I've got no idea.

Oh, hang on.

He's certainly popular.

Dad, no.

Please don't do this.

It's been four years now.

Don't you dare tell me what to do.

part of this.

You saw Dyer kill Mark, not Fisher. I didn't see him stab Mark.

He was there, but I didn't see him kill him.

You've got to stop this.

Fisher knows something.

No, Dad, he doesn't. Dyer's trying to find him.

No, Nick wasn't involved.

Dad, no, please.

Listen to Trumpy, what that bastard was up to with you.

No wonder Mark had to go at him.

Way down. Yeah? Right back!

First

you

take my heart in the palm of your hand. Then you

take my mind.

Computers is easy money, mate. I'm telling you.

How did it start?

I taught myself.

Needed to feed the wife's credit card a bit, and that was before Finn was

around.

She has medicine, has she?

Mm -mm.

Just a bit.

I can't believe she let you out.

Ah, she knows me too well.

Lousy with stress, so needed a point.

So, um, when Lee lets you go down the pub... Lee?

Yeah, she doesn't know it's here.

Spot on, mate. You should be a detective.

Yes, Dave?

Are you signed yet?

It's probably tucked up somewhere safe for the night.

Got another one of those?

Yeah.

Thought you had a better offer.

That's not what you think.

I told my little brother, Mike.

What?

God,

you really had them going.

You though, hey?

So where is he?

I'll give him the keys to my flat.

I'm going to meet him there.

What's wrong?

Hmm?

Uh, my dad is dying.

Oh, Roisin, I'm sorry.

No, no, no, no. There's no need. No need.

He's got, um, cancer, apparently. It's in his bone, spread to his liver.

Paul just came to get me.

So why didn't he phone?

Oh, he knows me too well.

You get on well, you and your dad.

Roisin. Mm -hmm?

Come and sit down.

Sure.

You know, the last time I saw him, Mike, I... I tried so hard.

I tried so... I tried so fucking hard.

And all he did was tear strips off me for doing the washing up.

For the washing up, Mike.

And you had to go back at him?

Mm -hmm.

We haven't spoken since.

All we do is argue. I mean, he doesn't need that right now.

You know, imagine the thing.

Hi, Dad.

I hear you're dying.

Fancy a round might speed things up.

He might just surprise you.

He doesn't need me right now.

He doesn't even like me.

What do you need?

Nothing.

I've moved on. I've got my life here.

moved on or run away.

He should die, Roisin.

And he's dying.

And you should be there.

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. It's stupid.

Thank you.

Cheers.

It's a married life suit, you know.

We have our moment.

Comes to the territory, doesn't it?

Yeah, especially now I've got a kid.

Ah, so your sex life's as good as mine, then, eh?

Are you sure you're going to go to work?

I promised a client, didn't I?

Well, you've had a few.

Oh, I've done it on more, mate, believe me.

Besides, it's just me up there.

Right,

so a little nap won't go the best, eh? Oi! You bastard!

I thought you'd got away with it, didn't you? What is this about?

Sarah. That was a very long time ago.

She was 13, a little kid. Yeah, I was 13 as well.

She was underage.

You took advantage.

It wasn't like that, OK? She pushed herself on me. Oi, oi, oi!

Mark shouldn't have finished you off. He had a good go, didn't he? What is this

all about?

Ask him, the pervert.

When we were younger, Sarah and I saw each other for a while. Piece of shit!

Wait, Mr. Randall, please.

Turns you on, does it? Little girls. She wasn't that little. She was a child.

Okay, okay. I'm sorry.

All right?

I'm not finished.

Yeah, well, I am. I'm sorry, okay? Why does Daya want to see you?

How should I know?

Daya saw you and Mark fighting.

So? Sure.

Did you go back to get them? Did you and Daya sort out Mark together?

What? I need to know!

Mr. Randall, Nick had an alibi. It was checked at the time. He wasn't there.

So what does Dyer want, huh? It's to do with Mark, it has to do... Come on,

look, you have to go on now, yeah?

Get off me! Hey, hey, last chance or I arrest you and you get locked up, all

right?

Now go home.

Sleep it off.

Go on.

I want answers, Fisher.

You listen.

Go on.

Why don't you tell me about Sarah?

She was 13.

I'm not surprised you had a go. Okay, I was 17, Satch, all right? I'm not proud

of it. It doesn't make me a pedo, does it?

Yeah, all right.

I'm sure you don't know why Dad wants to speak to you. Honestly, Dave, mate, I

ain't got a clue.

Lee? Yes, it's me.

Where are you?

I was on another call.

It's taking longer than I thought it would.

Yeah, are you okay?

Finch has said that he really misses you.

Well, give him a kiss from me, will you?

Yeah, okay.

Bye.

I was going to have to arrest him. Did you take him home?

I didn't want any fish, did I?

I'm glad it was this.

I'll need to give him a call.

Let him know what happens if he gets into any more trouble. Yeah, I already

that. He's fine, honestly.

What the hell are you doing here?

Running away, Mike.

Is that what you want him to remember?

Roisin, my father died and I wasn't there.

Did you regret it?

I hated him.

I hated him more than anything. But yes, yes, I should have been there.

He won't even notice. Yes, he will, and so will you. Go on, bugger off.

The sooner you go, the sooner you get back.

No question. Bid it.

Satchel. Sam, the guy last night was Roisin's brother.

And her father's dying.

Oh, shit.

Nick Fisher's activated the panic alarm.

What got over there?

Bye.

Where is it?

I don't know. We've lost him.

Sad.

Sad, Michael.

Yeah, we've lost him.

No, no, no, no, no, no. There's no Lee. You just... All right, well, just bring

me up a bacon salad, then.

Lee! Sweetheart, please, stop worrying.

Dave's right here with me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right.

I'll see you later. I love you.

Sure you're alright?

Don't you start.

Listen, mate, I've got a moat where I must have slept most of the night.

If I lose this contract, it's on your head.

Dad? Dad!

How many times do we have to miss this guy?

Well, uniform would air in seconds.

So how did he get away?

He's obviously fit.

Oh, I've got a press conference in an hour, Sam. I'll mention that to them,

shall I? We could put a watch on Fisher.

No, we have to get the manpower.

We lost the DCI, remember?

Let's just hope her father dies quickly, then.

He'll be at least an alchemist.

What? Well, he's got to die yet.

Then there's a funeral or whatever.

Jesus.

Nick Fish has activated the panic alarm again.

I'm going this time. Satch, let's catch this bastard.

Nick?

Nick? Nick, it's Dave.

It's not long.

Jane, you got anything?

Might have if someone hadn't moved the body.

We couldn't get in.

Multiple stab wounds.

Yeah, I could have told you that.

Attack mostly happened over here.

Blood's gone a long way. Here, here.

Used a lot of force.

Frenzied comes to mind.

Do you want me to do it?

Killer leaves.

He might drag himself to panic alarm.

Collapses by the door.

Bleeds to death.

Yeah, no sign of a break -in.

There wouldn't be.

Why?

Looks like your victim made his killer a coffee.

What? Kettle was still warm when I arrived. Two cups.

Our Russians will.

You think you know who did this, don't you?

I can't understand why he would let him in.

Could have tricked him.

Yeah, tricking's one thing, Jean. Coffee's another.

Well, I'd say the argument started here, which is why the coffee's all over the

place.

So the coffee was made.

The first blow spilt it?

Not 100%, but... First injury, possibly a cut to the arm. Coffee spilt.

And the blood tracks lead us back to here.

He knew all the victims on the floor at this point.

So he fell.

Then the rest of the attack.

I don't know why he let him in.

I'm glad to say that's your problem.

Is she a massage?

Yeah, and a WPC.

I've called her parents. They're on their way.

What about the kid? He was at nursery, thank God.

Now, I'll get back to the instant room. Keep the pressure on.

Satch.

She's alive in her place.

Yeah, I heard.

Looks like Nick Letterman.

What? Why would he do that?

Leanne, Chief Superintendent Mike Walker.

I'm really sorry.

Do you want some tea?

I sneaked.

Been got it from Father's day.

Let me... No!

We think Nick let him in.

He wouldn't.

There was no sign of a break -in, Lee.

I was there earlier.

He was paranoid.

He even came down to make sure I shut the door properly.

What time?

Half an evening.

I was going to stay.

I think I was hungry to do.

You need to know.

Did you see anyone, either on your way in or when you left?

Anything.

Lee?

What?

Oi, you looking for me?

Yeah, you.

Fuck!

You looking for me? It's very tired.

Yeah, go on. Here or there? Yeah, go on.

Huh?

Oh, fuck. No, no, no. Fuck, fuck.

What's the matter, mate?

What

you

got? No sign of the weapon.

Loads of prints, but none of them are tires yet.

Great. It's good that we got him, though.

None of it can't put him in the modder scene.

You up for questioning?

Yeah.

Mike.

I thought I'd be interviewing.

Nick Fisher's a friend.

Yeah, well, that's all the more reason.

Sorry, Satch.

Got to get this one right. Don't want any cries of bias from the CPS.

I lost 12 years.

They should have been here.

You're suggesting that he killed Mark Randall?

Well, he had a motive.

I didn't.

You were trying to find Goody, son.

Mark's father saw you covering his son's blood. You were still holding a bottle

that killed him.

It was the wrong place.

Wrong time. Do you think anyone's going to believe that?

That's why I wanted to talk to Fisher.

To make him own up.

With a knife.

What's the fucking point?

Terry. This isn't going to help.

It makes no difference.

Look at him hurt. I did it, didn't I?

Is that a confession?

I didn't confess last time.

I've still got life.

Where were you from about Teddy this morning, Mr Dale?

Terry.

Terry, you have to help yourself.

Now, you told me.

Tell them. There's no fucking point!

All right?

I caught somebody.

I got a few cans.

Oh, for buses. Where do you buy your cans?

For bus stop. Watch out.

I can't remember.

Do you remember being outside Nick Fisher's work this morning?

Come on, Terry. We've got witnesses, two of whom were police officers. I wanted

to talk to Fisher, didn't I?

So, yeah, I was there.

Why did you run?

Because you want to lock me up.

You're fucking stupid.

But you went back there later, didn't you?

No.

No, I didn't. You see?

Huh?

Nick Fisher's dead, Terry.

Multiple stab wounds. Looks like a newie's killer. That's a bit of a

coincidence, isn't it? I will prove it then.

Hey, go on.

Yeah.

I intend to, son, and I don't think it's going to take me very long.

In his possession, he's got an Oyster card, so check it out.

He wasn't on a bus.

Let's prove he wasn't.

We should keep going.

He's clammed up.

If we don't get him on something, he's going to walk.

What do you want me to do, beat a confession out of him, Satch? We all

did it.

Let me in with you. No.

Anyone's going to rattle his cage, it'll be me, Satch. So what the fuck are you

doing out here, then?

Maybe you should go home, Satch.

You might handle this a bit better with a bit of distance.

I know this is hard, Lee.

Tony, this is pointless.

I really can't remember.

Try, please.

Look, you walked towards Nick's office, yeah?

It was busy.

Cars passing, lots of people.

And you saw someone by the bins.

Nick's dead.

I know.

I can't think, OK?

Lee, we really need this.

You know who did it?

Dyer.

He got him locked up. Nobody saw him.

We've got no forensics.

So he can walk.

I need you to remember.

Oh, by the means I grasp, I don't know.

A little person. What were they wearing? What did they look like?

I don't know.

Oh, come on, Lee. You saw him.

So this man was by the bins.

Yes, but he had his back to me.

But he was definitely wearing combat clothes.

This really helps me.

Well, we can do a lot of things, Sancho, but we can't bring back a dead.

Hey, another one of those might help.

Yeah, all right.

Sam, you're just in time.

You're round.

I don't think they'll be wanting another drink.

Why, what's happened?

The Oyster card.

Yeah, yeah, what about it? We've checked the journeys made against the bus

footage. We've got Dyer at 11 .30 standing at a bus stop in Paddington.

No way.

I think it's too far away.

Exactly.

Dyer couldn't have murdered Nick Fisher.

We've got the wrong man.

I've lost 12 years of my life.

I've got nothing.

No family.

No friends.

Nothing.

I've waited all this time.

I want a chance. That's all. A life.

I got it wrong.

But you said Terry Dyer killed Nick. You stood right there and told me.

I'm sorry. You lied to me!

I thought it was him.

We all did.

So who did kill Nick?

We don't know yet.

How can you promise something like that and be so wrong?

I'm sorry, all right? How could you? I think we'd better go.

Yeah, I think you'd better hide.

We'll keep you up to date with any developments.

Look, she's pissed off because I promised we'd got him. That's all. Oh,

We all thought Dyer was the killer. Yeah, but you're the one who got the

statement out of her.

Yeah.

Oh, you fucking idiot.

If this gets out... It won't. She'll calm down. Yeah, or she'll make a

complaint.

What about you?

You're in enough shit without me stirring it.

Walker's not going to turn a blind eye, though.

Your client's been released.

Satch,

that's Dyer's solicitor. I'd like to see all related paperwork, unless you have

something to hide, that is.

We've found a new cause, have we?

Something to get yourself noticed.

Anything you wish to have a look at, I'm sure we can assist.

I should warn you.

I want the Mark Randall murder reviewed.

Cool.

You really are ambitious, aren't you? He was wrongly convicted.

You want that case reopened, I'm not the one to ask. You can speed the process,

though. As far as I'm concerned, Terry Dyer had a fair trial and was convicted.

So I can't count on your support.

I think you know the answer to that one.

I'll be seeing you again, Mr Walker.

I really look forward to it, Mrs Clarkson.

Okay. We got everyone?

We're in a hell of a mess.

We're the ones that made it.

We've been chasing the wrong guy.

That is an unfortunate fact.

Yes.

Search.

Tell her about Ken Randall.

Oh, um... The night before he died, I was out with Nick Fisher.

Ken Randall had a puppet in.

Oi! Oi!

Oi! Oi!

Oi! Last chance or I arrest you and you get locked up, all right?

You're joking.

Well, Randall was drunk.

We told him that Dyer was looking for Fisher and he thought it was to do with

his son's murder.

So he's a suspect.

He's got to be.

Yeah, it doesn't mean he's a killer, Sam.

But we're still going to pick him up, though. Yeah, we are. Satch, go with

The rest of you stay focused.

I want forensics chased, CCTV trawled.

Anyone near Nick Fisher's place of work, question again.

Claire, I want to recheck everything we've got in Terry Dyer.

Yeah, wait.

Yeah, make it as soon as possible, please, sir.

Yeah, we're under a lot of pressure.

Thanks.

You'll take my car, yeah?

I'll give him, uh, 15 tops.

As soon as he sees Lee Fisher's statement, he'll know.

You've tied it up.

Come in, love.

Sit down.

Why?

What have you done?

Catchback.

Walker. Oh, 20 minutes.

I was close.

He's hardly going to go away, is that? That letter will do what it's got to do.

I did it for Mark.

It was you.

It's all right, love. I had to.

Tell the truth.

I had nothing to do with it.

What, like you had nothing to do with my daughter?

It's over now.

But, Nick, this is wrong.

I didn't go there to kill him.

I need you to understand that.

But Oz... I needed him to tell me what he'd done.

He took it with you.

Oh, look, Sarah, please.

You had sex with her.

My little girl.

He wasn't like that.

He wouldn't listen, Sarah.

He only had to tell the truth.

You scum.

Last chance.

Tell me about Mark.

I didn't want this.

I didn't. It's all right, love.

I had to.

It's not your fault.

We'll think of something.

No, Sarah.

It's the right thing.

It's not.

It's so not.

They'll knock you up.

It doesn't matter.

Mark's had justice.

He hasn't.

Nick didn't kill Mark.

Gaia didn't do it, love. I was wrong about that.

But Nick didn't. Oh, no, he didn't. Don't.

The bastard deserved it.

Mr. Ronald, can you open the door, please?

It's very quiet.

Please need posting.

It's the bills up to date.

I forgot we'd run out of stumps.

No. Mr. Polite, we need to talk to you. It's typesetter.

Dad, I can't lose you.

You'll be all right.

We'll say you were with me, yeah?

That's what we would do.

We were in all morning watching telly, yeah.

You'll get me army pension. I'll sort it out somehow.

No, Dad, listen. We were watching a DVD.

A tape in Private Ryan.

Sarah. Love it. Sarah, no. Plus 20 minutes when they pull up on the

Dad, you've got to remember.

They're going to ask you.

Dad, read the back.

Mr. Randall, can you open the door, please?

Sarah, you've got to be strong.

Mr. Randall!

Be proud of me.

Be proud of me.

No!

Dad!

Dad, please!

Go on, take it.

It's what I used to kill Nick Fisher.

A bit

of

a result.

Is that the weapon?

Yeah, he just handed it to us. Yeah, OK, Sam, we'll interview him as soon as

he's booked in. Satch.

Okay, Satch, yes or no?

Did you help Lee Fisher identify Dyer?

What do you want me to say?

Try the truth.

I'm not a bent cop. You know I'm not. Coercion a witness?

Framing a man for murder? What the hell were you thinking about, Satch? We had

nothing. So you made something up? I thought it was him. So did I.

Jesus, Satch, what a place to put me in.

If this gets out, you're going to just lose your job. You could go to prison,

you know that? Yeah, well, you won't know that.

Oh, really?

Who says I won't?

If I don't turn this in, Satch, it's more than just your ass on the line.

So what are you going to do?

Right now, I haven't got a fucking clue.

You put your faith in me, Mr Walker.

You let me go.

I did, yes.

I'm sorry to have let you down. Let me down?

You've killed a man. You do know that, don't you, Ken?

It was the right thing.

How can it be right, Ken?

How can killing a man be right?

Nick Fisher killed my son.

Oh, you thought it was Teddy Dyer, remember?

You shot him.

Who's next, huh? Want to take a pop at me?

I was wrong about Dyer.

I'll hold my hands up to that.

He didn't do it.

Dyer was found guilty.

You saw him at the crime scene. He even gave evidence of his trial, for Christ's

sakes.

Poor kid was innocent.

I know that, though.

Have you got any evidence for that?

Any proof?

Fisher was a coward.

He let Terry Dyer serve his time.

How can you be so sure?

Scumbag's having it off with my daughter.

It doesn't mean he killed your son.

Mark found out about it.

He tried to stop them. It still doesn't mean Nick Fisher killed your son.

He was 17.

My daughter Sarah was only 13.

I was going to call you.

Yeah?

I'm sorry about before. I know you were trying to help.

You've arrested someone. Who?

Ken Randall.

He's... Yeah, I know who he is.

He's confessed to killing Nick.

He was the one who had a go at Nick on the street.

What Nick told you?

He said he and the daughter had a stupid snook when they were kids.

That can't be why he did it.

got over his son's murder. What, so he kills my husband?

Yeah.

Are you saying he's mad or something?

Well, he lost his son, didn't he? And then he finds out about Nick and his

daughter. That was years ago.

Nick's not... I mean, he's a big kid too.

I didn't give it the final straw.

Am I supposed to feel sorry for him? Of course not.

Sometimes it helps to understand.

He's going to prison though, isn't he? Yeah.

They both should be strung up.

Yeah.

You'll get that.

I promise.

I'm glad you got in.

Yeah.

Oh, that's been waking up. It never stops, does it? Lee, about Terry Dyer.

Look, forget it, Dave. I'd better go, yeah? Look, they're asking questions.

want to know how you managed to identify him.

Am I in trouble?

No. But you are.

If it comes out. I know I've got no right to ask. You've got enough on your

plate as it is. You want me to make something up?

Yeah, but it won't be easy. The way you described his clothes was spot on.

Dave, tell me what to say and I'll say it.

I left the room. You open the file. I've got Darth's clothing description from

there. Okay. Not on estate?

Yeah.

Thanks, Lee.

Save my life.

So, you tricked your way in.

Fisher buzzed me up.

How did you get him to do that?

Told him I wanted to apologise.

He was loving it.

He even made me a coffee.

Then you stabbed him.

He deserved it.

How can you know he killed your son?

He did.

He made his alibi up. And your proof is?

For Christ's sake, he's scum.

He was screwing a 13 -year -old girl.

No, no, no, this doesn't make sense, Ken. Look, let's go back to the

You stated you saw Terry Dyer standing over your son, Mark.

You saw Terry Dyer holding the weapon, the bottle that killed Mark.

You saw it, didn't you?

Holding a weapon.

I got it wrong.

I must have.

What if you didn't?

Nick Fisher killed Mark.

Except you didn't see Nick standing over your son's body. It was dire.

You stood up and caught and fed him.

No, no.

Nick Fisher murdered my son.

But you're not sure, are you?

You can't be.

Nick Fisher had a wife and a son.

Fisher.

Killed my son.

Even if he did, they don't deserve this, do they?

You've been there, Mr. Randall. You know exactly how his wife's feeling.

Why the hell didn't you call us?

I just wanted to end it!

Whoever killed your son, Ken, this isn't justice.

You got a minute?

You must be knackered.

Cut the crap, Satch. What do you want?

I talked to Lee Fisher.

You what?

Well, she needed to know who murdered her husband, didn't she?

And what else did you talk to her about?

If anyone asks, she's going to confirm I left my file.

I went out and she left it to her subscription.

And are you putting pressure on her to perjure herself, not to mention

perverting the course of justice?

It won't come out.

Guy didn't kill Nick. There won't be a trial, will there? No, thanks to you.

He's a convicted killer. You're sure about that, are you, Satch? What? If

was the fucking Antichrist, what you did was wrong. Look, I tried to get a

killer locked up. Come on.

Jesus.

Look, I got it wrong.

You of all people, Mike, you can't send me down for one mistake, can you? What a

hell of a mistake, Satch! But what about you? It was your call to release Ken

Roundall, wasn't it? I was that the same. OK, I fucked up, but I made an

of judgement. It was not corrupt.

Was it?

No.

Fuck's sake, son.

Please, Mike, this doesn't need to come out.

Dyer's solicitor has requested all the paperwork surrounding his arrest.

We don't need to give it to her, do we? If we don't, it looks like we've got

something to hide.

You'd better pray that Lee Fisher sticks to our story.

You've got some front.

What?

Just dropped in to make sure I'm still inside of you.

I said a lie for you and I meant it.

Yeah, I came to pay my respects, yeah.

Nick was a good man.

You don't want to lose your job over him, though, do you?

Yeah, go on.

Go back to what you do so well.

Leela, I didn't want any of this to happen. If I could have stopped it, then

would have. You didn't, though, did you?

Nick's dead.

Look at him.

And then what?

Funeral next?

And then we'll all be forgotten, won't we?

Case closed.

Well, there's still a trial.

There won't be one. He admitted it.

Ken Reynolds only admitted manslaughter.

I mean, he'll be tried for murder. There'll be a jury.

He's trying to get out of it.

I still go to prison.

He has to go down for murder. He had to.

What time's the funeral?

Twelve.

All right, son.

Are you going too?

Yeah, but he's ex -job, isn't he?

Sarah Randall's downstairs.

She's with a solicitor.

You've read the form, Sarah?

Yes. So you understand that if you make a false statement, you're liable for

prosecution?

Is this really necessary?

Yes.

So... You're stating that on the evening your brother was killed, you met with

Nick Fisher?

Yes. I've got a copy of your original statement from 1996.

There's no mention of Nick Fisher.

In fact, you said you were home all evening. Can I remind you that was made

Miss Randall was only 13?

It's still a false statement, though, isn't it?

Sarah, it's pretty obvious you're saying all these things to help your father's

defence. Miss Randall's come forward to... I know, huh?

That's a bit of a coincidence, don't you think?

Sarah, if you're lying, you are perverting the course of justice.

Do you understand how serious this is?

But it's true.

I did see Nick.

So why only mention it now?

They'd arrested Dyer.

Everyone had said it was him. Dad had seen him. But you still lied. You said

were home all evening.

But Dad didn't know I had a boyfriend.

Let alone when he was 17.

He'd have gone mad.

So you lied to stop your father finding out?

They had Terry Dyer locked up.

I really didn't think Nick had done it.

But you do now.

When Nick left me, it was 20 minutes.

At most, half an hour before Mark died.

Was he angry?

Nick said he was going to have it out with Mark.

Make him leave us alone.

What did you say?

I tried to stop him, didn't I?

To tell you the truth, I thought Mark might kill him.

Where did you meet Nick?

At home?

Would have been way too risky.

Sat in a little park.

One next to the estate.

Look when Mark found you there.

It was a kid's place.

He wouldn't have been seen dead there.

Was there anyone else there?

Just us.

Out on the roundabout for ages.

We went round and round holding hands.

Nick said he loved me.

I thought he meant it.

Maybe he did.

Nick Fisher killed my brother. Nothing else matters.

You can't know that, Sarah.

Terry died, didn't do it.

That's why he wanted to talk to Nick.

Okay, Sarah, I'm going to leave you with Detective Sergeant Satchel, who's going

to write everything down. And once he's finished, you can read the statement and

make any changes you wish to, okay?

All in well, then, did it?

Yeah.

Dyer's bitchy solicitor is going to be all over this like a rash.

Is Sarah Randall blaming Nick?

Yeah, she's going to say so in court.

He'll get manslaughter, won't he?

Yep.

Right, I'm going over to the yard.

Spread the joy.

Tell Satch to meet me in the crematorium.

Can you put me through to your personnel department, please?

They hit me half of all of us in the force. I'm really sorry.

Don't mess up with this.

Search. Hi.

How was it?

Bleak.

She did well.

Oh, where the hell have you been?

Trying to get Nick Fisher's alibi upstander.

And you had to do that during the guy's funeral?

Yeah, well, I don't think I was a mess, was I?

So what happened?

Supermarket, he worked, house closed down, bloke who gave me his alibi died

months ago.

Well, at least you tried.

Yeah.

I really think she's going to find this trial hard, hard, hard.

Yeah, it'd be better if she stayed away altogether, wouldn't it?

Lee, can I come in?

No, you didn't.

Lee, it's about the trial.

Some things are going to get said.

She's going to say Nick killed her brother?

She can't actually say that.

She can make it sound like he did.

They're going to use the underage relationship as well. That's mad.

Nick wasn't much older than her.

I've found this and I've got his big thing.

Is that her?

Yeah. He kept it all this time.

Must have meant something to him.

Look at them.

You can tell he liked her. Nick wasn't just some nonce. I know, I know that,

Leigh.

I've seen him call you.

If you want anything.

Just take that, will you?

Stupid little bitch.

The last thing I want is that in the house.

Mr. Randall, you went to Nick Fisher's work to talk to him?

Yes. And only to talk?

Yes.

So, how would you explain taking a kitchen knife with you?

I wasn't going to use it.

But you did, didn't you?

You stabbed Nick Fisher ten times.

Would you say that's a fair summary of your actions, Mr. Randall?

It wasn't like that.

Mr. Randall, you took a knife from home, you stabbed a man several times, which

led to his death. Yes or no?

Yes.

Do you really expect the jury to believe that you didn't know what you were

doing?

He woke me up.

I kept seeing Mark.

But you knew exactly what you were doing. You knew you were going to kill

Fisher. No.

I went to get him to confess.

You've admitted you deliberately took a knife, so presumably you intended to use

it for something.

It was only if he wouldn't talk.

You took the knife intending to threaten Nick Fisher, didn't you?

If he wouldn't listen, yes.

And he didn't?

He laughed at me.

Mr. Fisher laughed.

He only had to say he'd done it. So you tried to make him.

Ten stab wounds.

The pathologist has reported deep piercing wounds displaying a degree of

consistent with uncontrolled anger.

Tell me about Mark.

Mr.

Randall.

Are you capable of continuing?

Mr. Randall.

Kept seeing my son.

Dying.

All he had to say was the truth.

But he wouldn't, would he?

I've got to go back here.

She's up next.

I can't miss that.

My dead husband, Nick Fisher.

The murderer and paedophile. Lee, let me take you home. No!

Fuck off and leave me alone.

Lee!

See, I'm right, aren't I?

Yeah, maybe.

Look, seven swings.

That one.

There.

Right there.

Roundabout wasn't there when the profile was taken.

Yeah, but maybe she just made a mistake.

Oh, come on, mate. She's lying.

In her statement, she said, we sat on the roundabout for ages, going round and

round.

Serge, look at this.

What year did Mark die?

1996.

She must be lying.

Your father had recently discovered that you had a relationship with a victim

when you were still at school.

Is that correct?

Yes.

And when you were having this relationship...

Was it sexual?

My Lord, is this relevant, Miss Dyson?

Absolutely.

Was your relationship with Nick Fisher sexual, Sarah?

Yes.

Yes, it was.

Yet you were only 13, weren't you?

Yes.

So you were underage.

And how old was Nick Fisher?

He was 17.

Was I all right?

You did very well.

Your father would be proud.

Enjoyed that, did you?

I was only telling the truth. You just stood up there and told the world my

husband's a pervert.

I didn't say that. You might as well have.

But Nick's dead. What?

So we can't argue back? Mrs Fisher, please leave this to us.

Sarah would like you to come with us.

Where to?

To the police station. We need to ask you a few questions. This way.

I meant the swings.

You don't go round and round on swings. I didn't make it up.

We have to stop this.

We sat on the swings.

It was like that.

Do you realise how much trouble you're in, Sarah? What?

You're perverting the course of justice.

Dad, believe me.

You didn't meet Nick that night, did you?

Did you?

Are you going to charge her?

I think we should keep going.

Well, she's already admitted she lied.

Yeah, I know.

But why is she in so deep?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, all right?

He didn't do it, yeah?

It looked lovely.

Really gentle.

I loved him.

Your lie made Nick Fisher look like a killer, Sarah.

You stood up in court and repeated it in front of his widow.

I didn't mean for this to happen.

Really? So why did you lie?

For Dad.

He was in bits.

He needed to be sure he was right.

What, that he was right to kill Nick?

He was going mad not knowing.

He thought it was Nick, but he wasn't sure.

So you told your dad you'd seen him?

I only did it so he could sleep at night.

He was all over the place.

I had to do something.

I didn't know they'd make me say it in court.

Really.

Can I go?

Please.

I'm really sorry.

Nick Fisher could have murdered your brother. No.

Nick hated Mark, but he wouldn't do something like that.

He'd been badly beaten up, humiliated in front of you. It wasn't him.

How do you know?

Nick had an alibi.

Could have lied. He didn't. How can you be so sure? I just am.

Sarah, the only way you could know Nick didn't kill your brother is if you know

who did.

It was Terry Dyer.

Dad saw him. So why did you make the story up about Nick then?

You're scared of your father, aren't you?

No. I would be.

I've seen him when he's angry, especially when he's pissed.

Dad would never hurt me.

It doesn't stop you being scared of him, though, does it? Mark was the same as

him, wasn't he?

Yeah, he had his father's temper too.

He beat your boyfriend up in front of you.

That must have been quite something.

I tried to stop him.

Yeah, but he's bigger than you, isn't he?

He's four years older about to go into the army.

You didn't stand a chance.

I had to go.

Yeah, good for you.

What did your father do?

He slapped me about a bit.

And it couldn't stop him.

Mark was only looking out for me.

Bet you hated him for it. No.

I love my brother.

Yeah, but he was in a race with you, wasn't he?

Don't blame him. He's baby's sister.

Giving him a showing up like that. It wasn't like that.

Yeah, you deserved a slap, though, didn't you? Having sex at 13. That's

disgusting, Sarah.

Bet Mark couldn't wait to tell your daddy.

I begged him not to.

He had no right.

Yeah, he had every right, Sarah. You were his baby sister.

You were shagging a grown man.

I loved Nick.

Yeah, but it was a real turn -on for that pair of hair, wasn't it?

A little girl pawing all over him. No, Nick loved me. He told me he did.

Was that before or after he fucked you? Stop it!

Nick killed Mark, didn't he?

No, I told you he didn't. You know what, Sarah?

I think you were there. No!

But you're sure he didn't do it. So you've got to help me out with this one,

sweetheart. How can you be so sure when you say you weren't with him? Maybe I

was.

It's time to tell the truth, Sarah.

I am.

The night your brother died, you weren't in the flat, were you? I was.

I don't think you can live with this any longer.

You have to let it go.

Come on.

Trust me, Sarah.

It's time.

Tell me what happened.

That night.

Did you go out?

I told Mark I was going to see a friend.

But you won't see Nick.

I wanted to know that he was all right.

After the fight?

Mark ruined everything.

He was worse than Dad.

I rang Nick.

He wouldn't even answer the phone.

Yeah, you needed to see him, didn't you?

What happened to his fever?

Mark came after me.

He was angry?

Yes.

Sarah!

What's going on?

No! You little slut, come on! He's not like that!

How did you get the pot?

When I fell.

Was it on the ground?

Shit, Mark.

Terry Dyer was just trying to help.

Then Dad arrived.

He screamed at Dyer. You bastard!

Get off him!

Dyer ran.

Mark died.

No! Stay with me.

Stay with me.

There was blood.

I wanted to hurt him. I hated him. But you didn't mean to kill him.

Why didn't you tell your father?

I'm so sure of what he'd seen.

Everyone was.

You thought it was dire.

They hated him.

So much hate.

Said what they'd do to him if they got hold of him.

Everyone was hugging me because of Mark dying.

I wanted to tell the truth, but the house was full.

Yeah, nothing a fag won't help.

Look, Mike.

Sarge.

Let it go.

Let's just hope we both learn something.

No, you hurry back.

This one's down to me.

Members of the jury, you are still in charge of the defendant.

In a moment, I will ask one of you, the foreman, to stand.

The defendant in this matter has indicated he wishes to change his plea.

Therefore, I direct you to find the defendant guilty.

Will the foreman please stand?

Do you find the defendant, Kenneth Peter Randall, by direction of the court,

guilty of the murder of Nicholas Fisher?

Yes. And is that the verdict of you all?

Yes.

This is a tragic case, Mr Randall, and I have some sympathy for your actions.

However, there is only one sentence I can give.

You will be sent to prison for life.

Take him down.

I'm sorry.

I know it's not enough.

But I am.

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