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There's been a thing happened with Rhys.

- What's happened? - They're saying he's been shot.

Mercer shot him and Yatesy got him the gun he used.

- No comment. - It's them Croccy Crew lads:

- Nathan Quinn... - No comment.

- ... Dean Kelly... - No comment.

- All right, Jordan. - Are you boys all right?

- No, we're all right, Claire. - OK.

Take this to yours and hide it away somewhere, OK.

- Why me? - Well, you're a good little boy,

aren't you? Never been in trouble with no-one.

No-one's gonna come knocking round your door, are they?

No doing a runner. I know where you live.

Kev, you've gotta get some gear for Florida.

Go down the shops with her, Kevin.

Will you leave it, Mum? I don't wanna go out.

You've got nothing to worry about, son.

They've got nothing on you. You'll be fine.

There's three people we're doing this for: the family.

Keep them at the forefront of your minds at all times.

And him. I'll do my upmost to get whoever did this

- and anyone else who's helped 'em. - Thank you.

Come on, you look gorgeous.

I'm just checking me teeth.

Rhys Jones's family should be celebrating

his 12th birthday tomorrow.

Instead, they're looking for his killer.

Nothing could have prepared me for it.

There was all people in a circle and...

... as I got through the circle...

... Rhys was just...

lying there in a pool of blood...

His eyes were wide open and I knew he was gone.

But I just got hold of him, and I...

... I kept saying to him, "Just stay with me.

Stay with me, baby."

As a result of people calling in,

significant information has been received,

as to the potential whereabouts of the firearm

used in Rhys's murder.

We've had the same information from several different sources...

- What are you doing? - I wanna burn it.

- ... a hopeful development. - It's the thing out the phone.

There you are.

You have solved some of the most high-profile cases...

They don't know I've got that one.

We're hoping in the next 60 minutes...

It stinks, that. Turn it round.

It's the gold thing on the chip you wanna burn.

- I know. I'll turn it round now. - Go underneath it.

That's the thing burning, isn't it? The fucking chip?

That's on it, yeah.

Finished.

Makes no difference whether they find it or not now.

They'd never be able to trace it.

Do the right thing and come forward tonight.

- I really appreciate that. - Thank you. Thanks.

So what's the new info, then, boss?

- What did we get? - We got fuck all.

I just made that up to throw the cat amongst the pigeons, Danny Boy.

We need that weapon.

Ooh! Shall we have a photo here?

Yeah. Kev, here you are.

You do the honours.

Thank you.

Come on. Smile.

Go on. I'll do you.

Is it like you thought it'd be, Kev?

- Yeah. - I know. Yeah.

Right, smile.

Lovely. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

Where's my water, Owen?

Steve,

how's it going?

I won't be able to do it.

Our Neil said he'd read it for me.

It sounds weird, but

having him home the last day or so...

... it's like I'm losing him all over again.

I'm dreading leaving the house.

Did you see me on the telly last night?

- Yeah, I did as it happens, yeah. - What did you think?

I thought you looked a bit shifty, to be honest.

I wouldn't buy a used car off you.

Fuck off, you.

Anything in on the shooter yet?

Er, no, nothing overnight. No, mate.

We're snookered without that, Mark.

How's Mercer's statement looking?

Well, he puts himself at the address of Dean Kelly

at the time of the shooting.

Now, we've interviewed Kelly this morning,

and he's confirmed that Mercer was with him all day.

If Mercer said he was Chinese, Kelly'd confirm it.

I know, mate.

The families of Mercer and Yates have also given them alibis, so...

That's fine, let them.

We'll tear holes in their alibis.

After we put their sons away, we'll put them away as well

for attempting to pervert the course of justice.

Mark, I've got to go. I'll speak to you later.

OK, then. See you later.

It's awful.

She said her lad was just lying there in a pool of blood

- when she saw him. - Oh, God.

I'd be in bits.

The night this happened,

that was when Mercer and all his mates came round here, wasn't it?

Jordan has mates round all the time.

Hardly all the time.

- I'd never do that. - Who are you talking to?

Fuck off, will you?

All right, Claire?

I've come round to see Latch.

Again?

- Why don't you come in, Sean? - Nah, you're all right.

See you later, Latch.

See you, Claire.

See you, Sean.

- What are you "Never gonna do"? - Nothing.

Leave me alone, yeah, you fucking nosey bitch!

It's horrible how he talks to you.

I know.

- I'm sorry. - It's not your fault, love.

Go on. Get to bed.

You've been on your feet all night.

I'll pop back later.

OK.

This is a poem for Rhys

written by his dad, my brother Stephen.

"Glistening eyes and cheeky face,

Angel's halo out of place... "

"You to me are my whole world...

Wrapped up special in one word.

Flying freely as a bird.

Wrapped up special in one word.

All the special times we shared...

And you're now asleep, at peace.

Wrapped up in a word...

that's Rhys."

Cheer up, Kev.

Woooo!

You sit there saying no-one knows what happened.

- All fucking Croccy knows! - There's one lad.

There's one lad on a bike, who's the gunman.

So there's one lad gonna get the blame.

No comment.

Do you think Sean's going to sit there and say,

"James Yates gave me a gun"?

No. End of story. I bought that

three years ago. End of story.

What can they prove? Nothing.

What about the thing?

We went round Latch's straight after.

- He got someone to come and collect it. - Who?

This lad Latch knows.

He came round in a taxi.

It's in his fucking house now.

What if it got raided?

You heard that bizzie on the telly last night.

Hey, that's bollocks. They ain't got no tip-off.

They don't know this lid.

They can't link him to me anyway.

Can you trust Latch?

Yeah.

He's sound.

He'd never cross Sean.

So what did you do after you left Latch's?

Come out here. I can't hear you with that fucking telly on.

They don't know this lid.

They can't link him to me anyway.

Can you trust Latch?

He's sound.

He'd never cross Sean.

So what did you do after you left Latch's?

Come out here. I can't hear you with that fucking telly on.

All right. They're talking about a murder weapon.

That's a given. And the bizzie on the telly

must be me, so that worked a treat.

Then someone called "Latch",

or, "a lad Latch knows". Yeah?

- Who's Latch? - We're checking for an ID now.

Right, well, you two have another listen to that.

Nice one, Matt.

They don't know this lid.

They can't link him to me anyway.

Can you trust Latch?

He's sound.

He'd never cross Sean.

- Mrs Olssen? - Yeah?

We want to speak to your son Jordan. Is he in?

What's going on? I was asleep.

We've got a warrant to search this address in connection with the...

Hello, Latch.

Just stay nice and calm,

there's a good lad.

You're all right, Jordy.

Just gonna take you down the police station, ask you a few questions.

Go and get your coat. Go 'head.

You got your nickname "Latch"

cos you just latch on to everyone else,

is that right, Jordan?

You do what they say, yeah?

I suppose so.

How long is it since you've been out the house, Jordan?

About two years.

He was beaten up really bad.

Who beat you up?

He got involved with some boys

and they got in trouble with the police.

The police questioned me.

I just said who my mates were.

That's not grassing.

But they accused you of being a grass?

And they beat you up.

They put him in hospital.

I was out of me mind with worrying.

Since then, he's got so paranoid, he won't go out any more.

Did anybody come to your house the evening of August 22nd, Jordan?

Please think very carefully.

No, not in the evening.

Me mate come round earlier in the day to play PlayStation,

but nobody come round the rest of the day.

That's not right, is it, Jordan?

- I think you've made a mistake. - No, I haven't.

He's on medication for ADHD

and when he doesn't take it,

it can make him forgetful.

August 22nd, Jordan.

That was a Wednesday night.

- England were playing football that night. - No.

Like I said, I just saw me mate Gobbo that day and nobody else.

Me ma's got it wrong.

I'm not gonna say, Sean, Yatesy, Nathan, everyone was in here.

- You're fucking dumb. - Why?

They've been fucking nicked for it.

They're been questioned.

And that'll make it worse for 'em, you soft cunt.

And there was you wanting to tell them they was here.

But they were.

Little snitch.

Oh, God, you fucking are.

Sitting in front of the bizzies, "Oh, I think he's made a mistake."

You're lucky I never cracked you while I was in there.

This isn't a thing to lie about.

Your mum can't lie.

That's why Sean came round, wasn't it?

To get you to cover up for him?

Fucking dykes!

You're through to Merseyside Police. How can I help?

Are yous lot soft in the head?

The kid that's done this is Sean Mercer.

And his mate, James Yates, is the one got him the gun, right?

So why have I just seen Dean Kelly and Nathan Quinn

and them pair hanging around in Carr Lane,

large as fucking life?

No bullets or bullet casings from the scene,

no clear CCTV images...

... a killer whose identity everybody knows

but who we can't charge.

People are getting frustrated by our perceived lack of progress, Dave.

They'll get even more frustrated if we charge Mercer

- too soon and he walks. - What do we know, Dave?

Dixie, we know that the killer was on a silver mountain bike.

We know that Sean Mercer arrived

at Jordan Olssen's house

on a silver mountain bike

and he got there about 7:30.

- And that's 23 Blackley Close? - Yeah.

And we know that he was met there by James Yates,

who provided him with the gun

and also Nathan Quinn, another gang member.

We also know that the gun was probably a revolver.

We know that a lad turned up by a taxi to take the gun away,

then Mercer, Yates and Quinn

left the house at some point after that.

- We know this from the probes? - Yeah.

Yeah, we know a lot of things,

but none of it's any good to us unless we can corroborate it,

- and that's the problem. - What we need is a timetable.

A schedule for when we think we're going to be able

to bring charges and get those responsible

for this murder off the streets,

before there is any more violence.

- I know that's what you'd like... - Just tell me what you need.

You're the man with the track record, the man who gets results.

The resources of an entire police force are at your disposal,

so just tell us what you need.

I don't know anything now.

I don't know what day it is.

I don't know what we had for tea.

I don't even know if I love you any more.

I just can't feel anything.

We can't think about days.

We just have to think about hours.

I think to myself, "Get through this hour.

Just this next hour.

And if I can do that,

then maybe I'll think about the next one."

That's all we can do.

Yeah.

Claire.

Hey, we want to know what was said to the police.

You have been questioned, haven't you?

Jordan has, yeah.

And what did he say?

Did he say Nathan was round here that night?

I don't think that's your business, Marie, is it?

It is if he's been talking about Nathan.

I don't want the worry, Claire.

I'm on chemo, you know that.

He said nobody came round that night.

Just Gobbo earlier in the day.

Sound.

They've all got alibis anyway, the boys.

Nathan, Sean, Yatesy...

I'm not being funny or nothing, if they've all got alibis,

- what are they worried about? - I don't want the aggro.

- I haven't got the strength to face it. - All right, Nathan.

I haven't said nothing.

We've got alibis, us.

What about you, Claire?

- Have you said anything to them? - Not yet.

- They haven't asked me yet. - And what will you say if they do?

Dunno.

What's the fucking matter with you?

But you were here, Nathan, weren't you,

and Sean and Yatesy?

And you'd tell them that?

I haven't told anyone anything.

You'd have that on your conscience?

What if somebody saw them round here?

You'd better think very carefully about this, Claire.

Whatever you do, you've gotta live with it.

Sorry you've got cancer, Marie,

but don't turn up on my fucking doorstep threatening me.

This'll kill me.

You'll fucking kill me, Claire.

- Get in! - Hey!

Hey, he wasn't here, so don't go saying he was!

There's something wrong with you!

The 22nd. The 22nd...

Yeah, any time that evening.

Any fares to or from Blackley Close?

There's nothing here.

Oh, hang on.

7:52, pick up 14 Gaynes Lane to 23 Blackley Close.

Wait and return. Name of "Kev."

OK. Who was the driver?

Let's have a look.

Can you remember anything he said on the journey?

When he got there he was speaking on his mobile phone with someone.

I heard him say, "I'm outside now".

Then this other lad, about the same age,

come out and let him in.

Did you notice if he was carrying anything when he came out?

Not that I saw.

He had a big top on, he could have had something hidden under that.

How did he seem to you? Was he nervous?

He seemed a bit on edge,

but I thought he was gonna do a runner or something, you know.

Pickup was supposed to be at No.14,

but I got there a little bit early and saw him coming out of No.8.

That stuck in me mind.

Why use a different address?

That's 8 Gaynes Lane.

Armed police! Show yourselves!

Armed police!

Room clear!

Room clear!

Show yourselves! Armed police!

Clear! Room clear!

- In there. - Clear!

Room clear!

Jackie...

You're joking.

And you're OK?

Well, where are you staying tonight?

Yeah, I'll speak to him now.

No, I'll call you later.

OK.

OK.

Kevin,

come here.

Come here.

Mum saying she's back from Auntie Jean's

and the police have been at home,

searching the house from top to bottom.

What's going on, Kevin?

I can't tell you.

- What do you mean you can't tell me? - I can't tell you.

Do you know what this is all about?

- He doesn't. - Do you?

- He doesn't know. - Doesn't know what?

- I can't tell anyone. - Kevin?

- I can't. - Look at me. Right,

the police have been round our house

and they've gone through everything looking for something.

Sorry.

- What are you sorry for? - I can't tell you.

- Oh, my God! - You're scaring the shit out of me now.

- It's bad. What the hell has been going on?

I don't want anyone else involved.

- Involved in what? - It's bad.

- What are they looking for? - It's bad.

- What's bad? - It's bad. I can't tell you.

What have you been hiding?

- It's bad. - What's bad?!

Look, I appreciate you're on holiday.

I'm sorry to have to contact you, but it's a very serious matter.

He can't come to the phone right now. He's in too much of a state.

Erm...

Saturday?

OK.

So you're arriving 9:35.

9:30, Manchester.

- Is that Manchester, yeah? - Yes.

OK.

- OK. - Right, er, 9:30.

Yeah, yeah. We'll be at the airport.

OK.

- All right. - Thank you very much.

- Yeah. - Bye-bye.

Back Saturday morning.

- Was that the sister? - Yeah.

- What did she sound like? - Decent, to be honest.

I could hear the kid in the background, in a right state.

Kevin Moody, aged 16.

Sandra Oxley, Kevin's sister, acting as appropriate adult.

I was at home watching the England game.

I got a call on my mobile.

I didn't recognise the number, but I answered it.

It was Sean Mercer.

Were you surprised he called you?

Yeah.

I don't think he's ever called me before.

How do you know each other?

We've sort of known each other since we were kids.

And now?

We see each other about.

We're not mates, or anything.

Maybe a nod in the street...

How did he get your number?

I think Deano might have give it him.

Dean Kelly.

Do you know what Croccy Crew and Nogga Dogz are?

Yeah.

They're gangs.

Are you a member of a gang, Kevin?

No.

What did Mercer say to you on the phone?

He asked me to come to this house in Blackley Close.

And why did you go?

I suppose I was a bit worried

about what might've happened if I said no.

What happened when you got there?

Jordan come out.

Jordan Olssen.

- He took me inside. - And then what?

We went upstairs.

I was on the landing,

then he come out and give me this

plastic bag.

Who came out?

It was hard to see. It was a bit dark up there.

But, from what you could see, who was it?

I think it might have...

I think it was possibly Sean Mercer.

- Why only, "Might have been"? - I couldn't see him clearly.

How certain are you

that it was Sean Mercer who gave you the bag?

I don't know.

Well, can we put a percentage on it?

- Like what? - What percentage out of 100?

Eighty per cent.

OK.

What was in the bag?

A gun.

And what did you do with this gun?

I hid it in the dog kennel.

A few days later, Dean Kelly came round.

He moved it from the dog kennel

and put it up in the loft.

- He sort of threatened me. - How did he threaten you?

He said I weren't to tell anyone.

Everyone knows what those gangs can do.

So you've told us about the gun, Kevin.

When we found the bag in the loft,

there was also another bag full of rounds of ammunition.

What have you got to say about that?

I didn't know anything about a bag of ammunition.

It was just a gun.

Just that one.

I don't know anything about another bag

or any ammunition.

Everybody knows it's him who shot that little boy.

Why don't you arrest him?

My mate says nobody'll say anything against him

cos they're too scared, but if you get him off the street,

maybe people'll start talking to you.

Appeal for information?

Appeal for dreams. You live in Cuckoo Land!

What you're asking for is a grass.

People round here don't grass,

cos that's the lowest of the low.

That's worse than the lad who actually did the shooting.

That's really annoying me.

- What? - You doing that.

I thought you said you wanted the room doing?

Then.

I said I wanted it doing then. I couldn't care less now.

Will you just stop it?

You're driving me mad! How can... ?

How can you even concentrate? I...

I can't even paint me nails.

I can't...

I can't do this!

I'm never gonna get through this.

Eighty per cent sure isn't good enough, then,

from this boy?

No.

No, it has to be a hundred,

or it won't stand up in court.

- Is that horrible? - No.

No, I had a burger earlier on.

You still love me though, don't you?

How do you get him up to a hundred?

I don't know.

He's only young.

He doesn't know what to say.

Could you imagine our David in that situation?

They're the same age,

near enough.

I told you...

I begged you and Sam to keep away from lads like that.

I couldn't help it.

- I'm sorry, Mum. - Sandra's disgusted with you.

This... this isn't just you

that's mixed up in this now.

We need to discuss what we do with Kevin Moody.

I don't think we should charge him.

Why not?

You've got the gun. You can link him to the gun.

Why aren't you charging him?

I think we should consider applying for a Section 71 for him.

Immunity from prosecution?

Yeah, I think this kid'd be more valuable to us

as a witness rather than a suspect.

There's a long way to go before we can make that decision, I get that

but, you know, he is co-operating.

The only thing he's holding back on is the full ID of Mercer

and that's only because he's frightened.

Helen, what's the CPS view?

I think we have to be very careful.

I actually can't remember off the top of my head

the last time a Section 71 was offered in this country.

- I don't think it's been offered to a minor. - No.

How would it look in court?

He's already admitted to hiding the gun.

I think there's an opportunity here.

The others are little hard nuts, the lot of them.

They've been playing the system since they were kids.

Mercer's already been stopped and searched 80 times by us... 80...

... but I've looked at this Moody kid

and in my opinion, he comes from a decent family.

You know, he knows right from wrong.

He's trying to reach out to us.

I think he needs our help.

A lot would depend on what the background checks

- on him threw up. - Exactly.

I'd go as far as to say that if we can link Mercer to the gun,

we'll be in a position to charge.

What's gonna happen?

I don't know.

If I tell them it was him, everyone'll call me a grass.

What did they say about the gun?

The solicitor said I could get five years for it.

I go to prison

and Sean's on the outside laughing his fucking head off.

Please help me.

Just help me, please.

Please help me.

- What am I supposed to do? Lie? - Yes.

Just say they weren't here, Mum.

Jordan, that's putting me in a very difficult position

and Nan and Grandad.

But if you don't,

they'll fucking kill me, Mum, they will.

- Come on, Jord, calm down. - They'll kill me, Mum.

Please, Mum.

Please.

- Come on, Jord, you're all right. - Please, Mum.

Just say they weren't here, Mum.

You're all right, Jord.

What are you gonna do? What are you gonna say?

Everything's gonna be all right, I promise.

Help me, Mum.

Hello, Sean?

All right, La.

Enjoy your chips?

Er, yeah.

What did your cousin have to say?

You got pulled by the bizzies?

Yeah.

I'm really sorry for getting you involved, Kev,

- and your Ma and your family. - OK.

Did you give them my name when they questioned you?

- No. - Good lad.

I didn't think you were coming.

Sorry, it's just been one of them days chasing my tail.

Are you still OK to do this?

Yeah.

Just to be clear, I'm not formally questioning you.

You're not a suspect, Mrs Olssen.

I'm simply taking a statement from you as a witness.

So I want you to just

tell me what you remember from that night...

... and I'll compile that into a statement.

You can then read it back.

Once you're happy with it, you can sign it.

- Is that understood? - Yeah.

OK, so,

the evening of 22nd...

England were playing a football match against Germany that night.

Yeah, I remember.

Did you have any visitors to the house that night?

- Mrs Olssen? - Yeah.

Yes?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Yes, we did have visitors.

Just to be clear, I'm talking about the evening.

I know your son mentioned a caller earlier in the day.

My son was mistaken about that.

It's his medication. When he doesn't take it, he gets confused.

So you had visitors in the evening?

- Yeah. - And who was that?

Sean Mercer.

James Yates.

Nathan Quinn.

What time did they get here?

I got in the bath around twenty-past seven,

twenty-five-past.

And ten minutes after, I heard my mam shouting up to our Jordan,

"Here's Mercer."

And then, erm, then I heard someone coming up the stairs

and go into our Jordan's room.

When did the other two arrive?

About 20 minutes later.

I was out the bath, drying my hair by then

and er, I saw them coming up the path.

My mam says another lad turned up

who she hadn't seen before.

He just went straight upstairs and back down again.

Was he carrying anything?

I dunno. I didn't see him myself.

When did Mercer and the others leave?

Erm, about quarter-past-eight.

They all left, except for Jordan.

I saw them going up the path to a people carrier.

That's Mercer, Yates and Quinn?

Yeah.

Was the people carrier a taxi?

I thought I heard one of them say it was Melvyn's car?

- Melvyn's? - Yeah.

And it was sort of khaki-coloured.

There was two fellas in it.

The driver and another fella.

They all got in it

and drove off.

I know this is going to be bad for us, but

I saw her on the telly, that woman.

I feel for her so much.

- I'm sorry. - No, it's OK. It's OK.

But it's suicide.

Thank you.

- Boss? - Yeah.

The name Melvyn's come up again.

It's mentioned in the Yates probe.

Mercer was taken to "Melvyn's place",

- on the night of the murder. - Yeah?

- And who's Melvyn? - We don't know yet, but it's a starter for ten.

'Ey, you! You little shit. That's my catchphrase, that. Get your own.

Hey, that's my tea. You get your own.

Nice one, lad. Well done.

Mark, have you heard?

Olssen's ma gave a statement.

Yeah, putting Yates and Mercer at her house just after the murder.

What is it, then?

Just as fast as I'm lowering my blood pressure,

you're bringing it back up again. What is it?

It's a report

from Richard Townsmead, the ballistics fella, yeah? Yeah?

In his opinion,

the revolver found in Moody's loft,

it can't have caused the wounds to Rhys's body.

What? No, that can't be right.

They're saying the entry wound is too small.

Johnson reckons it was a .357.

Townsmead says the revolver was a .455.

- No, Mark, that can't be... It can't... - I know.

- No, that can't be right. It can't be. - I know.

That has to be the murder weapon.

- It has to be. - Ned,

I know, and I'm sorry.

Well, we're all in the shit, then, aren't we?

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