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You can't call her out.

Sarge said to call her.

You call her. I'm not calling her.

Sarge, you should be furious.

I'd be furious if... Oh.

What? I'll call her.

I'm a paramedic.

He's still alive, Mum.

Excuse me, madam.

Madam, can you hear me?

Yes.

Will you... What?

Yeah, sorry to bother you, ma 'am, but I thought you'd like to know about this

one. It's been here some time, I reckon.

Played away this week, so it's nothing to do with the match.

This isn't looking good.

So, who's the boy scout?

Sir. Hello.

Hello.

Sir.

Tell me, did I just hear the sweet silver sound of... Yes, sir.

She's back, sir.

That's all, yes.

Thank you.

Can you see this?

You know what it is?

It's a mug.

It is not, I repeat, not something you drink out of.

This is my mug.

I'm throwing you back. Yeah, I'm off.

Right. And you can throw that rubbish away.

Can you see this?

This is coffee.

Infection.

Mum? Oh, I'm sorry. It always happens, doesn't it? Just when you've got a few

days off.

And we're talking murder, are we?

Could be, Mum.

Right.

George, have you met the Irene?

I'm so sorry, Mum.

But you didn't look like a... Well, no.

Well, I mean, just for a second.

Take it from me, he's the best. And if you can knock off the rough edges...

Don't worry. I've knocked off far rougher.

Yes, I'm sure.

And complete the fine -tuning.

You were lucky to get him, honestly.

You settling in all right, then? Mm.

And now we go over to our reporter, who has the latest news on the discovery...

You don't need all that.

Ferrari as well?

Yes, despite repeated efforts by the medical teams to revive him... Don't you

have homework to do?

...was pronounced dead shortly after his arrival at hospital.

The police are anxious to talk to anyone who was in the area between 10 o 'clock

and midnight last night and are concerned to interview a young man

black leather jacket with tassels who was seen in the area during this time.

The police are appealing for the young man to come forward.

Okay, thank you.

Poor man.

He's living in a hostel and there's no family.

What? Can you imagine?

Having no one to mourn.

Do you have a name for the victim?

Yeah.

Well, cut the violins.

Um, the hostel warden has identified him as Jason Hurley.

What?

Latest from forensics.

They've confirmed that there is a single stab wound to the right wrist, not that

deep, and a blow to the head.

Get over to the hostel.

Jason Hurley. Anyone know the name?

Come on, we're going to be late.

Sorry, probable murder.

There's nothing I can do.

That's good, Mickey. That's very good.

So two people have rung in and given the same name.

What's fine? That's him.

You want to talk to him?

Don't believe me.

It's all right, Mickey.

Hold on.

Help me!

Help me!

Sorry, Mickey. I've got bacon all over the floor.

Help me!

Yeah, it's my brother again.

I'll call you back.

I reckon that's about 26 pound of bacon.

Good, isn't it?

What is it doing in my fridge?

My fridge is full. I do not want knocked off bacon in my flat. Now move it! It's

not knocked off.

It's passed its sell -by date, that's all.

Can you confirm this is your jacket?

Excuse me, Mum.

God bless, Sergeant.

Sergeant Sands.

What are you doing here?

Well, I... I thought you'd left the area.

I'm on leave.

So was I. Can't keep away, can we?

Can you, um... Can you sort this?

What's that?

The probable murder.

They've brought my lad in. I mean, thousands of kids must have tasseled

jackets. Really?

If you could sort it, they said you were dealing with it.

I can sort it.

Don't you worry, Sergeant.

Thank you.

Was it him?

What?

I can assure you that the idea is nothing personal.

It feels personal.

Yes, I know.

But ask the others if you've trained them all and they can show you the

to prove it.

I tell you, she's very good.

Especially all those little things you don't get in the textbook.

Well, if you couldn't put them in the textbook, you wouldn't dare.

Here you are. Thanks.

The problem is, John, take a seat.

His name keeps popping up like toast in a toaster.

Believe me, if I thought there was any chance it was him, I would tell you.

You would?

Yes, of course.

Your own son?

Is that so odd?

Family is family.

A lot of people. We're not a lot of people. We're police officers, aren't

Maybe I'm old -fashioned. But if you ask my colleagues, they'll tell you. If

there's one thing everyone knows, it is that I've always applied the same

criteria to my family as I have to my work.

Recognise him?

Yeah.

Uniform.

Sergeant.

That's right.

Right. So it's got to be nonsense, hasn't it?

Coincidence.

Except, you know, with a young lad, I mean, can you really be that sure?

I have a curfew.

A what?

With only 16.

I will not have them out after 10 o 'clock, especially not on Saturday

A curfew?

How many kids you got?

Son and daughter.

She's only 13.

They don't like it, but what can you do?

Could try a ball and chain.

Ma 'am?

Ma 'am, I've just been talking to George. He says we're no closer to

weapon.

Douglas.

You've brought a lad in, but you haven't searched the house.

Not yet.

Well?

The boy's father's here.

He's one of us, as it happens, so... One of us?

I don't care who he is. We searched the house.

It's just that his father supported his alibi.

So?

You wanted to give him special treatment because he's a police officer?

No.

No, Mum.

Don't worry. We'll get on to it right away.

Good.

Wowee.

It's you.

Have you done this room, then?

Not yet, ma 'am.

Will you go to work?

How can I go to work?

I'm worried sick.

There's nothing to worry about.

Then why didn't we eat your tea?

And Sarah didn't eat her tea.

We weren't hungry.

Don't shout.

I don't know what's going on in this house anymore.

I'll just have a word.

Will you shut up?

How's it going?

Good news is, Sarah, you won't even know I've been into your room.

Sorry, Mrs. Sands. You can go to work now if you want to.

It's all right.

Do you always work nights?

Yeah, mostly since, you know.

Since what, Mrs. Sands?

Well, since you know.

Do you want me not to leave?

Oh, right.

Of course.

Hi.

I'm George Capriano. Just joined the crime squad. They sit over there.

Yeah.

Have any of you ever worked with Sergeant Sands?

Come in.

Excuse me, sir.

Sergeant Sands.

Why is he on leave?

Sounds.

Stress, I think.

Do you want chapter and verse?

Don't know yet.

I know he's badly beaten up by a gang of yabs.

Not the football do.

That's right.

What is the trouble? He was whole before a disciplinary hearing.

Young lad put in a complaint.

He had a rough time of it, all right.

That was years ago.

Well, you know how these things are. I suppose it finally caught up with him.

You getting anywhere with the son?

He insists he was at home, sir.

If that's home, I'd rather be in Alcatraz.

The atmosphere.

You could cut it for knife.

Have you found the knife?

No, sir.

But I've arranged for the DCI to go through their cutlery drawer.

That should put her mind at rest.

So who did you say his mates were? I think he sort of withdrew.

That was his problem.

He was like a loner.

I think he was having counselling.

But he'd never tell you, would he?

Very private.

Hey. It's just a touch.

Now look!

You ever been in an interview?

What?

I know why people confess.

It's scary just being there.

Sitting there looking at you like they know you've done it, whether you have or

not. All right. What do you want? A medal? It's no big deal, you know.

What do you think of this? I don't think. What?

I don't think nothing. I don't want to talk about nothing. Now, look, I'm

to do me now.

What? This is my room, Rory.

Okay.

Can you please... Don't talk to me about Dad. I hate him. I hate him. I hate

him. Now, will you get out of my room?

No.

If you want to run a bit of skirt back to Brighton, then take the dog with you.

Stephen? Just to say what we used to do at our house.

My dad used to lock us in the bedroom if we'd been naughty.

Sorry, you want me to lock you in your bedroom?

Listen, Kelvin, it's your dog.

I've got better things to do than walk your dog.

I don't like walking.

Sorry, what have you done, Steve? And then we'd get out through the window.

Of course.

So I was wondering... You was wondering... About Rory Sand?

Have you checked the window locks in his room?

No. Or checked if the double glazing units are the type which you could exit

through? Not as yet, no.

Well, I have, Stephen, and they're not.

Oh.

Sorry, Mama.

No. Not at all.

Well wondered, Stephen. You keep wondering.

I'm wondering about that family myself.

Oh, sorry, Mum.

Family, the family, the family.

Excuse me.

You have a nasty feeling of a wild goose, Chief.

Oh, dear.

George is now talking to a counsellor.

Oh, Mitka Priyano?

It's only been here five minutes.

Doesn't bode well, does it?

Sergeant Sands, counsellor.

I asked him to cover exhibits.

Why is he talking... Don't worry, he can do ten things at once. He's great. He

just had a hunch.

Have you ever had a hunch?

Counselling.

Excuse me?

We had it at college. I just found it interesting.

But now, of course, you've got your allotment.

Oh, yeah.

Well, that's therapy, isn't it? I prefer electric shock treatment, but, you

know.

What sort of things do you grow?

Well, green sort of things.

Weeds, I think you call them.

The one thing I always wanted was my own asparagus bed.

Well, sorry, we digress. It's just a completely different taste.

When it's freshly picked.

Listen,

I've said OK to George and his hunch, but I am worried that we're putting too

much into the Sands family's side of things.

We've got nothing on the poor victim. John Sands should be irrelevant.

Sorry. Excuse me, Mum.

Hello, do I ring?

Hello, Mrs Sands.

What can I do for you?

One moment, please.

Sorry, who's irrelevant?

Excuse me, I'm looking for someone from Uriel and Frank.

Uriel? Oh, yeah.

Yes, we've got one here for you. Thank you.

Uriel?

Sorry.

It's all right.

Father, no, I'm not going to be watching.

Oh.

What's happening there, Muriel?

We've got to help. He's not well.

He's stressed out, isn't he?

Look, it's recessions.

What recessions?

Counselling.

Counselling? Oh.

He insists it's better on him. He's not.

How do you know?

I've watched him cowering in the bedroom, shaking.

I tell you, voluntary counselling is useless. It should be compulsory.

We all have to pussyfoot around him if he tries to handle the slightest thing.

I'm frightened for him and for us. You've got to help us.

Help? Oh, for heaven's sakes.

What?

Muriel, I have a man on a slab in a mortuary.

You have a son who was seen running towards the scene of the crime. No.

No, he wasn't? Of course not.

You know that? Yes.

Why did you ring me in the early hours?

I've honestly thought being a woman, being in the force, you might understand

position.

My family's been going apart round all these years.

They've always been very strict.

Why?

They've always been very strict, but... It's not that now I tell them they feel,

but... They could only make so many allowances, eh?

It's not fair on them.

And the police, the police who got him into this mess have done absolutely

nothing to help him. In fact, you raided the house, detained my son.

I hate the police and I want you to never join tonight. I hope you realise

you humiliated him yesterday, but you won't. Come in and walk away.

Let me assure you of one thing, Muriel. We are not walking away.

We can't.

Your son could end up being charged with murder.

Would he lie to protect him?

Who? John?

If he's not well, if he can't take any more aggravation?

Or Sarah?

Would she lie?

The football ground is five minutes away from your house. It really could have

popped out, couldn't it?

I've asked him to help.

He's making matters worse.

Have you ever heard anyone in your house mention the name Jason Hurley?

Sarah, please.

We need to talk.

I'm here as a friend to help you.

Who's Rory in a mess?

I know my brother used to tell me his darkest secrets.

Were they dark?

Are you normally all in on a Saturday night?

I hope you're being as thorough with all your other lines of inquiry.

She was in all day on Saturday because she was being punished, if you must

I found a bracelet in her room. A present? A gold bracelet.

I did not receive a satisfactory explanation.

You snooped in my room while I was at school. I don't have to tell you who

me presents.

Thanks a lot, John.

I just wanted to... Sarah!

Sarah!

It's too late.

Come on, you're shaking.

Hiya.

The world can't keep away.

See? I can tell you it was addictive.

Why didn't she ring me?

Sorry?

Muriel Sands.

Well, come here to get away from work.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's good, isn't it?

You think more clearly, can't you? Yeah.

Did you find out about Sergeant Stanton?

I spoke to the duty officer who sent him home.

He found him crying in the locker room.

Crying? Why?

For no reason.

He told him he'd better go home. He's never been seen since.

Six months.

Thank you, it's all for a good cause, yeah. I've got to sort her out.

Now listen, these are powerful cars and they're not the dodgums, alright?

Give yourself space, so I'd blow you in carefully until we get a built -in car.

Blimey! I think the bike has done a good job, mate, yeah.

You smell of the sea, you do.

There you go. Thanks.

Where'd you get all those?

It's for my own personal use.

That's not what I asked.

Mace, I thought you'd knocked off for the day. Give it a rest. Relax.

This is not out in this country yet.

Where'd you get it?

Mace, I have friends, OK?

Has he got the hologram?

I doubt it.

Kelvin, I've told you before.

Maize.

Maize. I am not watching dodgy videos.

You've watched them before. What's the problem?

Do you know what I am doing now?

Shouting.

I am consulting with a criminal.

I am not a criminal.

That's horrible.

Dodgy bacon?

Dodgy videos?

How many times have I got to tell you? You could cost me my job.

Calm down.

There's no need to go mental.

I am not going mental.

Why do you think we live in separate flats?

It's only a little video.

Hey.

You've just raised £400.

Brilliant. Shall we go to the pub?

I've got a nice cold shabbily in the fridge.

Oh.

Do you want a drink and drive, do you?

Why, what are you going to do, arrest me?

Well, I've got the hang -up.

I'd beat you.

Hey, hang on a minute.

You didn't beat me.

Mixed with the very work.

Always bunking off.

Unfortunately.

She's just determined to be bad.

Often happens.

Vicar's sons, policeman's kids.

They want to prove they're not goody -goody.

They want to be accepted, you know.

No one likes being different, do they?

And is Rory into proving himself?

You'll have to ask his teacher.

I have taught him.

He looks hard, but, you know, boys, I think he's a bit of a softy underneath.

I'm not sure I can say the same for Sarah, though.

Not since you got in with the gang.

Maybe she's cleverer than most.

Doesn't get caught.

Sarah had a bad chest infection.

See? He can spell infection.

Morning, Professor.

It's too early, though.

Jayton Hurley.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah, that.

We know that.

Drunk? I don't know.

He'd knife you as soon as he looked at you.

Yeah, he wouldn't knife himself, though, would he?

He might.

He was in the pub till 11.

And when?

That night.

Well, no -one talked to him, though, cos no -one liked him.

Which pub?

Peacock. Want some breakfast?

I'd be sick.

You need to eat something.

He fancied himself as a bit of a wheeler -dealer, you know, big time, trying to

flub posh watches and that.

Trouble is right, everyone except him knew they was fakes.

What an idiot.

Will someone tell me what's wrong with wanting to be good?

I beg your pardon?

Just because their dad's a policeman, they're determined to be difficult.

I don't know.

Sister's a little demon.

Apparently the school are aware of family problems and they're trying to

carefully. I'll tread carefully. It's on her red.

Right. Is everyone here?

Excuse me, Mr Capriano.

Oh, so am I.

I know it may sound old -fashioned, but if you have got any information on the

case, I'd be grateful if you'd share it with all of us.

Not just the computer.

Sorry, Mum.

Well?

Well, I've been talking to Sands, Councillor.

So I believe.

And?

Well, he wouldn't tell me anything.

Says it's all confidential.

Well, that's helpful.

How else have you been wasting your time?

Well, I think the DCI might be right. We might be barking up the wrong tree.

Sands appears to be better.

Councillor said he hasn't seen him for three months.

Really? And you accept that?

Well, he's the expert.

Is he?

What's he got? Letters after his name?

So he hasn't seen him for three months.

Couldn't it just be that the patient hasn't bothered turning up for three

months?

Or, with hundreds of people on his books, our expert hasn't bothered to

it up? What would you say if I told you that, in my humble opinion...

Sergeant Sands is a jibbering wreck.

You'd prefer to listen to the expert, even if he doesn't know his arse from

elbow.

Yes, hello?

Right.

Thank you.

I believe in nipping things in the bud, and if I think that for a moment she's

got it in for George because he was my appointment... No, no, no, surely not. I

can't believe she's far too... I won't stand for it. Susan, she's brilliant

trainees. That's her forte.

She has a great deal of experience, I grant you that.

And she has ways of letting me know I don't have the same experience.

You make a great team.

Well, we have to work together.

So I sit with her, I try to talk about things, not just police things.

But you've got to understand that in the end, whatever my age, whatever my

background, she has to respect... She does. You are her boss. There is no

question.

Come in.

What's going on?

Oh, you're here.

Sorry?

What's all this about handing over the case?

I'm in the process of building a relationship with the family of the main

suspect. It's complicated. The father's a police officer. That's why it has to

be handed over.

I am trying to establish a trust. But you know Sergeant Sands.

I am trying to know Sergeant Sands. Well, that's the problem.

The father of the main suspect is a serving officer at this station. I

therefore, when you say trust, what exactly that trust means.

What are you suggesting?

We need 100 % impartiality.

You're questioning my impartiality? I want the case handed over.

We're dealing with a family here. No, we're not dealing. That's my point.

And this is nothing personal, OK? I'm not questioning anyone's impartiality.

I want you to prepare for a smooth handover, please, and I want all the

paperwork up to date.

What if I said that I was that close to getting a result?

Maisie. Sir.

I'll ring the green.

They're already running three murders. They're in no hurry to take on a fourth.

Okay?

Well, if she's close to a result.

Thank you.

What I actually said was what if I was that close to getting a result.

I've got a burglar in Little Venice. Where is everyone?

Sarah Thames has done a runner.

Sarah Sands?

Yes, ma 'am. So they're out?

Is there anything to link Sarah Sands to the events of Thursday night?

Not yet.

And you're still pursuing it?

A man is dead, and what have we got on him?

Mickey?

Difficult.

It's very sketchy. Very sketchy.

Is that it?

Mum?

If I could just say, Mum, observing the behaviour of father and son, well, I

think I'm with the boss on this.

Um, there's something going on within that family.

There's a way you react if you're innocent.

From the beginning, they didn't react like that. It's in the eyes.

I think, as Adi, I just suggested we should find Sarah and we should bring

back in. I don't think we'd be wasting our time.

Right.

Thank you, George, for that.

Miss Askey's brilliant.

She'll be a commissioner one day. But I don't think she could spot a villain at

the Craig's birthday party.

Don't worry, Muriel.

You know the form. It's just a few questions.

He'll be back soon.

We're not arresting him or anything like that.

Just reassure John.

Oh, yeah.

Is he all right?

What do you think?

Can I do anything?

You can get out of the house. You can leave us in peace.

I'm sorry, Muriel.

You will tell me if Sarah turns up.

I'll be at work.

Shouldn't you take the night off?

Oh, yeah.

And I'll pay the bills now. There's no overtime coming in. You'll pay, will

George, take Rory to the car.

I want to see John.

Don't be stupid. I'm sorry.

I must.

I'll be very quick.

Feeling a bit dodgy?

Listen, John, I wanted to knock all this on the head, but Sarah's done a runner.

Why would she do that?

Was it just the bracelet the other night?

I mean, a bracelet, gold or not, it's nothing, is it?

Kids these days, they swap clothes, jewellery.

I've run a cheque on it.

What made you so sure it was stolen?

She steals from her mother.

From me.

Oh, right.

It's odd, isn't it, that?

It's amazing the amount of people that steal from their parents.

Why do they do that?

It's one of them deep psychological things, isn't it?

Isn't it weird?

The brain. Please.

Don't talk to me anymore.

Do you want the doctor?

Oh, no.

That's the odd thing about those psychological things, isn't it?

She wouldn't know why she does it either, would she?

I think that's what I find the most frightening, you know.

Same for me.

The things you feel and do in life, you don't know why you feel or do them.

Please, stop talking.

Okay, okay.

I will.

If you'll talk to me, I'll shut up.

How's that for a do -way?

I know how difficult it is, you see.

Can't believe it.

Useless prats, aren't they?

I'm like you, hippo.

That's my business.

But then time comes when we've all got to face up to what's happened.

Go away!

What's he trying to do?

Don't you dare go to work tonight.

I'll get him help.

I promise.

She must have something to hide. She hasn't run away for no reason. She

run away.

She just don't like talking to coppers.

Who can blame her?

Well, I hope you're happy.

I? Broke my heart. What did, Kelvin?

Well, I got rid of the videos.

Oh.

Oh, well, thank you, little brother.

I really appreciate that.

You're an angel.

That's swapping for fags.

From where? What sort of fags?

Just fags.

What?

Oh, you want me on?

and where they come from.

Mum?

Yeah, you wanted me to let you know.

Yeah, she's coming home.

No, she's not in the streets.

You're not going to believe this, Mum.

Sorry, Steve.

I'll let you down.

I never thought about a skylight. It's all right, Mum.

I don't think we had a skylight.

What do you think?

Sorry. Come with me.

Wakey, wakey, Sarah.

Get off that bed and get downstairs now.

You can't speak to me like that. You've got a warrant.

Sarah.

Did you see that?

You're not helping, are you?

Don't talk. Oh, Sarah.

Look, hold on a minute.

It's all your fault. Why did you come after me? I said you couldn't go out.

Muriel, you got any socks?

What? Because I'm going to stuff one in the mouth of the next person that

speaks.

Right. Now behave yourselves.

So, madam, did you go out on Saturday night?

You can speak to me now. I'm asking you a question.

You can answer me here or down the station.

It's no good, Sarah.

We both went out. Son, brother, you are.

Why did you go out? To get some fresh air.

I had to get some money.

From a cash machine?

Very funny.

I was owed some money.

Not by Jason Hurley, by any chance?

Jason's thumb ink, I don't know.

He owed me some ink.

A bracelet?

A watch, if you must know.

He promised me 50 quid. He gave me 10, said he had to get it checked.

And you trusted him?

Why not?

I didn't.

That's why I went.

He bought a few things off me before.

It'd been all right. We was meeting at the football ground.

Turned up and said it was a fake.

Was it?

It was hallmarked. I'm not that stupid.

He wouldn't give it me back. Said it was his now.

It wasn't my watch. I was selling it for a mate at school.

I had to get it back.

How did you get it off him, Sarah?

We had a row.

I grabbed it.

He tried to grab it back.

I stabbed him in the hand.

Ripped. It was dark. I couldn't see.

Someone shouted police.

That was me, you stupid girl.

He wasn't there.

I followed you. I lost you and then I heard you shouting.

Well, you shouldn't interfere. I can look after myself, Dad.

I ran for it. I didn't hit him on the head or anything. I just ran for it.

her, Rory.

Yeah, we ran.

That's when I must have been seen.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

No. Sorry.

We did. We ran.

You were seen running towards the football ground, Rory. No.

By five witnesses.

I came back.

I could hear Dad shouting.

You know how Echo's in the stand.

I knew he was in a football ground.

He chased the man over the fence.

I was worried for him. I didn't touch him.

I didn't touch him.

I thought he was selling her drugs.

Are you sure about that, John? I was trying to catch him.

But I couldn't get hold of him.

You were trying to arrest him?

We were on the terraces.

I got a hand on his jacket.

I saw red.

I pushed him down the steps.

He stumbled.

He fell.

I heard his head crack on the concrete.

He didn't move.

I felt sick.

Why me?

Every time it's me.

Whatever I say now, no -one's going to believe me just like the last time.

Like the football riot?

You arrested a kid then, didn't you?

He tried to cut my face and they accused me.

They accused me!

I was just doing my job and they accused me of using excessive force.

It was happening all over again.

Was he unconscious, Jason?

It's me.

You left him? You walked away, yeah?

It's just not fair.

It's all right, John.

Did you witness this, Rory?

Not the scuffle, no.

When I got here, it was over.

Why didn't you tell me before?

I'd shot my own father.

He shot you?

No.

I didn't see what he'd done.

Didn't you ask him? I was so angry.

I could have been done for murder.

Don't you lot ever talk over breakfast?

Don't eat breakfast.

You should try it.

Sorry. It appears to be your Sarah's jewellery box and knife store.

Afraid she's been a bit light -fingered.

John's in hospital.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Oh, in some ways it's a relief.

At least you'll get proper attention.

Am I stupid? I think it's going to be all right.

I think it will be, Muriel.

Whatever happens, it's got to be better than it has been lately.

I think it's wrong that they can force us to take leave.

That's very important.

Gives the rest of us a break.

And look what you do while I'm away.

He done all right in the end, I suppose.

Kipri Anu.

Even the name.

I have to admit.

Nice.

Got a lot going for him.

Lovely bum.

I might have to detain him for questioning myself at some point.

I can cure him of bad habits, like listening to the DCI.

Brilliant, though she may be.

With her, it's all up here, when it should be here.

No, in theory...

So much for theory.

You see, experience.

That's what counts.

Experience wins every time.