All language subtitles for S19E07

Turning left.
Left onto Lordship Lane.

Control from Alpha.
Turning right.

Turning right
onto Lordship Road.

Alpha has the eye.

MAN ON RADIO: From control.
Intel is he has a gun.

All units, state amber.
State amber.

Turning left.
Left onto Green Lanes.

We've lost sight of him.
We've lost sighting.

There! Nine o'clock
behind the shops.

Strike, strike, strike!

Armed Police!
Get on the ground!

Armed police!
Get your hands up.

Man down! Man down!

JO: Armed police! Stop!

-Get the medics here, now!

Off the bike.

Hands! Show me your hands!

Both of them!

Stand still!

Drop the gun!

Drop it! Drop it!

Go!

Tim?

Shit. It's a girl.

Karim?

What happened to breakfast
in bed, hayatim?

Good morning. DI Cooke.

Victim's a Karim Benzal.

Lived here since he was eight.

Turkish national.

His poor wife, Anita,
found him first thing.
Not a pretty sight

and she's about to drop.

Benzal owns the shop.

He imports and repairs
high quality rugs and carpets.

He's, er,

upstairs in the workshop.

We've offered
to take Anita home,

but she says she wants
to stay with him.

It's through there.

Single gunshot
wound to the head
through the eye.

There's some kind of orange
powder around the nose.

Chilli.

It's a complicated scene.
The victim's tied up,

so there could be more than
one person involved.

It's a clean entry wound,

so he wasn't struggling
when he was shot.

-Jack, can you give us a hand?
-Mmm-hmm.

Achilles tendon's been cut.

What are you going to do,
clean out the eye?

NIKKI: Yeah.

-NIKKI: Shot front on.
-Yeah.

And ended up

there.

Decent shape.

Find the gun,
odds are we can make
a match.

Have you seen my car keys?

No.

Come on, Sheila.
I've got to go.

No! Don't go.

I have to.
They're expecting me.
Come on.

You can start tomorrow.

I've just got used to
having you around.

No, it's not me you want,
it's my DIY skills.

Keys.

Please.

Okay, but no heroics.

All right.

WOMAN: Let me see.

COOKE: You have
no authority to gain access.
You know that.

The bottom line is
this is a CID case.

You have no jurisdiction here.
None.

So why don't you just let me
get on with my job?

Reporter?

Police Complaints.

JACK: IPCC?
What's their interest?

Some crossover
with another investigation.

Jack Hodgson. Forensics.

Rachel Sharpe. IPCC.

Hello, Rachel.

This might be
an odd thing to say,

but have you ever been
a key witness at a murder
trial, Jack?

Ha.

Yes.
What's your point?

Keep an open mind.

Okay.

MAN: Jack!

You beauty.

We'll run test comparisons
with the bullet.

Great. Quick as you like.

They've avoided
CCTV on the main road
by heading that way

and dumping it en route.

So, he's either recced
his exit or he's local.

I'll get onto it.

Look who it is.
There's the man.

MAN: All right, mate.
Welcome back.

Ha-ha. Here he is.
Ooh, check that out.

I thought scars were
supposed to make you
look more handsome.

I see you've not changed.

Yeah, apart from the fact
I've learned to cook.

Come here, you bastard.

-All right?
-Yeah, mate.

-Good to see you again.
-Good to see you, mate.

-Hello, you.
-Oh, it's just not
been the same.

A whole year without you.

TIM: Cheers, guys.

-Boss.
-Welcome back, Tim.

Cheers, pal.

Come on.
Let's get back to work, eh?

Good.

You could miss
once in a while,
just to keep it interesting.

I can't let her
get away with that.

Tim? You haven't
forgotten how, then?

No, it feels good,
getting back in the saddle.

You sure you're
ready for this?

Definitely.
It's been too long, Jo.

Right, that's me.
I'll see you upstairs.

Our old friend from IPCC's
been on the phone again.

Who, Sharpe?

She wants to re-interview us.

-Why?
-Something to do
with her mystery witness.

She's trying to
reopen the inquest.

Why can't she just let it go?

GEOFF: It's a technicality.
Headache, that's all.

Let's not spoil Tim's
first day back, eh?

He seems to be doing okay.

You sure it's not
too soon, Sarge?

STEVE: Well,
he passed all the tests.

Seriously, bench him now,
how's he ever going to get
back in the game?

Severe bruising
to both wrists,
consistent with restraints

documented at the scene.

THOMAS: There's acute
inflammation to the nose.

Nikki.

That's spiced choking.

COOKE: What's that?

The victim's mouth is sealed,

then chilli powder
mixed with carbonated water

is forced down
his nasal passage.

It essentially
burns them as they drown.

Form of torture associated
with drug cartels.

Wonder if that includes
Turkish ones.

Benzal had made a number of
complaints about

a Nuri Sakir.

What kind of complaints?

Oh, you know, intimidation,
extortion, the usual.

Arrested, not charged.

NIKKI: Well,
I'm pretty confident that
the gunshot wound to the eye

is going to be
the cause of death.

Both his Achilles tendons
have been severed.

Methodical job.

So they were experienced?

Quite apparent clotting
in these injuries, too.

He bled for some
time before death.

What have we got?

Pistol's a Baikal,

converted from
a non-lethal gun to
a distinctly lethal one.

Common enough on the street.

Originally they fired blanks,

but this one's converted to
fire nine-millimetre rounds.

Good.
Tell me about Karim Benzal.

-Let me fire this...
-Whoa.

...and I'll tell you.

Maybe at Thomas, yeah?

Maybe.

Now, Benzal didn't
figure on any of my
extensive databases,

so I ran his address.

Remember the Helena Lubas case
last year?

JACK: The girl
shot by the police?

Shot by the police
right behind Benzal's shop.

What?

So, that's what Sharpe
was getting at.

-Sharpe?
-IPCC.

Inquest wound up last month.
Lawful killing verdict.

Yeah.

Right, I need you
to pull the evidence
from the Lubas case.

I'm on it.

You're the best.

Hi.

It's Mrs Benzal, isn't it?

I've come to see Karim.

Are you sure you
want to do this?

NIKKI: Come and sit down.

What am I going to do?

What kind of man was he?

Karim?

Brave.

Loyal.

But stubborn.
Infuriating sometimes.

Brave?

In what way?

He stood up for
what was right.

Did he stand up to Nuri Sakir?

I'm not talking
about Nuri Sakir.
Not to you. Not to anyone.

Your husband made three
complaints about him.

And he retracted all of them.

Did you tell him to do that?

I was born and
raised in Istanbul.

I know who Nuri Sakir is.

Karim had to learn
the hard way.

What do you mean
he had to learn
the hard way?

What did Nuri Sakir do?

I want to go home now.
I'm tired.

REPORTER: We're live from
the inquest into the fatal
shooting of 19-year-old

Helena Lubas by police's
Firearms Division last year.

After a short deliberation,
the jury decided that
Helena Lubas was killed

lawfully by
a Firearms officer,

known only as K71,
in self-defence.

Officers K79 and K75

both corroborated that
the gun she was pointing

was both loaded
and life-threatening.

We only wanted
justice for Helena.

After one long year of lies,
we hoped the truth would come.

Helena did not have a gun.

My daughter
is a victim again today.

Helena was a good girl,
a clever girl.

She was about to
go to university

before her future was stolen.

REPORTER:
And what about her boyfriend
who shot at the officers?

He wasn't her boyfriend.
She hardly knew him.

What my brother says is true.

He was an acquaintance,
nothing more.

Helena was just
giving him a lift.

NEWSREADER: Officer K75
was shot in the face by
Sean Dyer,

currently serving a 10-year
prison sentence.

This is Dr Nikki Alexander,
the third member of our team.

Hi.

Rachel wants us to review
the forensic evidence from
the Helena Lubas shooting,

so I suggested she
come in and meet us.

I thought the inquest reached
a lawful-killing verdict?

That's correct,
but new information
has come to light.

What kind of new information?

RACHEL: I can't
currently discuss that,

but I need you to
help me prove

that the Firearms Division's
statements given that day
aren't true.

You were very sure
I'd say yes.

I had good grounds to be sure.

You asked Clarissa Mullery
to access the Helena Lubas
file.

Oh, okay.

Given that interest,
I thought,
let's make it official.

Your new information,
it was Karim Benzal,
wasn't it?

Mmm.

I need to know
how he was killed.

-Why?
-Was he shot?

It's an active CID case.

I've no business
sharing details with you.

I need to know.
Was he shot?

All right. I tell you how,
you tell me why.

Okay.

He was shot through the eye.
Before that he was tortured.

The method of torture,
spiced choking,

a speciality with drug gangs.

Benzal wasn't
involved with gangs.

No, but he'd lodged complaints
against a local gangster

seeking protection money.

I know. Nuri Sakir.

But those complaints
didn't go anywhere.

He withdrew them.

Reading between the lines,
he was intimidated.

Your turn.

As you've already guessed,

Benzal witnessed
the Helena Lubas
shooting.

Why didn't he
testify at the inquest?

He didn't come
forward initially.

He was worried Sakir
would get wind of him
talking to the police.

What changed his mind?

He saw the Lubas family on TV
outside the court.

Saw their pain,
their loss,

and decided to do
the right thing,

tell the world what he saw.

And what was that?

PC Tim Friend shooting
an unarmed Helena Lubas.

And you believe him?

Why would he lie?

The point is,

if she wasn't armed
and she was shot,

it means the gun was planted.

And we're talking murder
and conspiracy after the fact.

I think Benzal was silenced.

By the Firearms Division?

Who else?

Sure you've got an open mind?

Why don't you
have a flick through
and judge for yourself?

But I would draw
your attention

to the four bullets
fired into her,

two of them
striking her right arm

at an angle which
argues against the
arm being extended.

And how much of
a credible threat was she

given that the first bullet
breached her kidney?

And the fourth killed her?

Hmm.

RACHEL: What do you think?

JACK: Well, assuming
his eyesight was good...

His eyesight wasn't great,
but he was wearing
his glasses.

Not good enough.
Glasses equals uncertainty.

-He never took them off.
-Never?

All right, so if he was
wearing his glasses,

and his prescription
was up-to-date,

then, yes,

he was close enough to see
she was unarmed.

Any prints or DNA?

Just Helena's.

But that doesn't mean
they didn't place it
in her hand

after she was dead,
does it?

And Sean Dyer swears
she was wearing gloves

-and he only had one gun.
-That doesn't make sense.

-Why would he lie?
-Protect his girlfriend?

Paint the police
in a bad light?
I could go on.

He admitted shooting
a police officer in the face.

So, if it wasn't Dyer's gun,
where did it come from?

Exactly.

Well, it certainly
isn't conclusive,

but prints on the gun
are faint and blurred.

If she'd been gripping it,

getting it in and out of her
pocket, for example,

I'd expect more prints
and firmer ones at that.

Are you hungry, Jack?

This a regular haunt of yours?

Rachel. Rachel.

-Julia.
-Hi.

Jack. Julia Lubas.

Julia, this is my colleague,
Jack Hodgson.

-Oh, good to meet you.
-Hello.

-Let's go and talk downstairs?
-RACHEL: Yeah.

RACHEL: Thank you, Gabriella.

So, how is it all going?

Will the witness
testimony be enough
to get another inquest?

We'll see. We're just

pulling everything together.

No setbacks?
No problems?

What is it?
What's happened?

JULIA: Rachel?

We've lost the witness.

Tell me where they live,
I will make them talk!

No, Bruno.

What's happened
with the witness?

They were found murdered
this morning.

-And you come here telling us
everything's going to be okay.
-No!

Lying to our face.

Look,
Jack is a forensic scientist,
and he's one of the best.

Big deal!

RACHEL: He's going to be
looking at all the evidence
again with fresh eyes.

-You are a waste of space.
-Bruno!

JACK: All right.

Helena's passenger that day,
Sean Dyer.

Had you ever met him?

He came in the cafe
a couple of times.

He seemed harmless.

If we'd known
the kind of person he was,

-what he was involved in...
-Sure.

It's my fault.
I should never have
brought her here.

And cops don't kill people
back home?

It's the same shit everywhere.

They think they're
above the law.

If anyone let Helena down,
it was me, okay?

I always looked out for her.

When she was little,
at school,

but coming here,
with this cafe,
with this place to run,

just keeping
our heads above water...

Look, if there is another
version to this story,

I'm going to find out
what it is.

JULIA: How?

We're not going to get another
inquest now, are we?

We can try to
build a forensic case.

So what?
The police will just lie.

Physical evidence trumps
witness testimony
every day of the week.

BRUNO: Who are you?

What are you doing here?

-JACK: I want to help.
-Why?

Because I think
there are questions
that need to be answered.

I thought Helena
was right-handed.

Yes, she wrote
with her right hand.

But she played tennis
with her left?

JULIA: I don't know.

Could she have had
cross-dominance?

So, did she write
with her right hand,
play sport with her left?

Yes.

-Yes.
-JACK: Yeah?

-I think she did.
-JACK: Yeah?

Then I think it's
much more likely

she would have held a gun
in her dominant left hand.

Yet it was found
near her right.

I ran the key traits
of the Benzal torture scene.

I've got someone
looking into it.

-Another murder?
-Four years ago. Green Lanes.

Some differences,
a lot of similarities.

Burak Nazar,
ran a minicab firm.

Anyone charged?

Arrested, but not charged.

Nuri Sakir.

The Baikal
has been re-barrelled

to convert it
to fire live rounds.

Pretty good job, but that left
barrelling marks

that show up on the bullets
as striation marks.

Now, my test bullets bear
identical markings.

This is the gun used to kill
Karim Benzal.

Good work.

I also found
fragments of wood.

Lacquered wood,
in the barrel.

Probably blowback from a shot
at close quarters.

But there were no stray shots
in any woodwork at
the Benzal scene.

So the wood must have lodged
in the barrel before
the Benzal shooting.

CLARISSA:
Which brings us to DNA.

Now, I pulled two sets.

One partial female profile,
no match.

One male,
very much a match.

Nuri Sakir.

MAN ON RADIO: Trojan 99,
can you deploy an SFO team to
Turkish Social Club,

19 to 21 Barstock Road,
November 4 6 Mike Charlie,

to arrest suspect Nuri Sakir.
That's Nuri Sakir.

Believed to be involved
in a murder.

Beware of blue on blue.

Strike, strike, strike!

Armed police! Armed police!

Hands on the table.
Put your hands on the table!

Where is he? Where's Sakir?

JO: Check the toilets.

Get on the floor.
Get on the floor now!

Get down, quicker than that,
quicker than that!

Show me your hands.

Don't be bloody stupid.

Good man, Tim.

-Sakir's?
-Over there.

Mmm-hmm.

Driving licence.

Keys. Must have a car
outside somewhere.

COOKE: Jack?

What you got?

Ooh.

What the hell is that?
Is that a sickle?

Uh-huh.

Could have been used to
cut Benzal's tendons.

Why dump the gun
and leave that?

DNA will confirm
if it's Benzal's blood.

You need to get the phone?

-I'm going to check his car.
-Okay.

Thanks.

Oh, yes.

How did you get there?

Huh?

Clarissa, I need CCTV
from outside Sakir's club.

Cross-reference with
any police reports of
a gunshot in the street.

Okay. And what's
prompted this?

The charred wooden fibres
you found in the Baikal.

Thank you.

Oi.

Great to see the team
back together again.

Definitely.

Something up, Sarge?

No, everything's fine.

You all did well today,

and I think that deserves
a celebration, don't you?

-Oh, aye.
-Oh, yes.

Ten minutes. Debrief.

COOKE:
That cut on his head.

Is it Benzal
defending himself?

No. It's partially healed.

Probably sustained
a few days ago.

Is that your gun, Mr Sakir?

I only ask 'cause it's got
your DNA on it.

Ballistics confirm the gun
was used to do this.

It's not my gun.

And what about Burak Nazar?

Mmm?

Four years ago,
you were sat in a room
very much like this one,

being questioned
about his murder.

In fact, it's fair to say
you were the only suspect.

And the similarities
don't end there.

Benzal.

Nazar.

Benzal.

Nazar.

Benzal.

Nazar.

Benzal.

Nazar.

COOKE: I'd say it was
a full house, wouldn't you?

Two for the price of one?

Now, let's start with
an old classic, shall we?

Where were you last night?

Right, take a break.

We'll let him stew,
come back to it.

You need to go back in there
and ask him about the Baikal.

It was taken from him
the night before
Benzal was shot.

Look.

That's Sakir.

Right.

Getting in his car.

2003 Jag X-Type.

Watch.

Someone else gets in.

COOKE: It's a man
in Sakir's car.

JACK: There's a struggle.

Muzzle flash.

The assailant's
got the Baikal.

We don't know
it's the Baikal.

Can't see that the gun
changed hands.

Sakir's DNA is all over
the Baikal.

The dashboard sprayback
is inside its barrel.

At the very least,

it shows Sakir was
worsted in an assault
involving the Baikal

the day before someone used it
to shoot Benzal.

Doesn't prove anything.
We can't even see his face!

-Can it be cleaned up?
-It is cleaned up.
Think about it.

Who would have the balls

to attack a man like Sakir
right outside his own club?

There's always bigger fish!

What, so you've absolutely
no interest who that is?

It's not conclusive.

Unlike the sickle
that we picked up
in his club.

-He's right.

Oh! I know where you're
going with this, Jack.

Firearms Division.

Sharpe was sniffing round
Benzal's murder from the off.

Didn't take me long
to find out why.

Well, consider Sakir,

a gangster with a record
a mile long,

his DNA all over
the murder weapon,

versus decorated and respected
armed police.

Winner, Sakir.
What, you working
for his defence?

-I am trying
to establish the truth.
-Oh, really?

-Get some air, Jack.
-Yeah!

JACK: I don't know if they're
in it together

or if it's one of them
working alone,

but I think
the Firearms Division
were behind Benzal's death.

What? Why?

Because he saw them shoot
Helena Lubas unarmed.

-I suppose Rachel Sharpe
told you that.
-Yep.

But Benzal's testimony
was almost certainly

going to
trigger a new inquest,
except now he's dead.

What, and that couldn't
possibly be a coincidence?

No.

If he was a key witness,
then wouldn't his ID
have been protected?

Nikki, a police station
is leakier than a sieve.

-You know this.
-Shh!

Once they hear
there's a witness,

it's a few calls
and greased palms
to find who it is.

-That's all supposition.
-They run Benzal's name,

they find out about
his grief with Sakir.

Bingo-bango,
the perfect fall guy!

-More supposition.
-For now.

Whereas there's
a wealth of evidence
pointing to Sakir.

You know the drill, Jack.
If the facts don't
fit the theory...

-They made it look like that.
-...then ditch the theory.

-I can't.
-Why not?

Because I believe the theory.

-Where is he?
-What time do you call this?

Oh, time for my round, is it?

I think so, aye.

-All right?
-Yeah.

Where's Lorraine?

Oh, baby-sitter problems.

I'm drinking for both of us.

Oh, Sheila, sit here. Go on.

Oh, thanks.

Thanks.

STEVE: Bet you're glad to be
rid of him, then.

Out from under your feet.

Not really, no.

What he means is that
we've missed him.

Did he tell you he was
the hero of the hour?

No.

-No, he didn't.
-TIM: Here we go!

Who's the man?

Oh, cheers, bruv.

Get these down you.

-Ah...
-Excellent, lads.

-JO: Thank you.
-Where's mine?

-What?
-STEVE: Cheers, pal.

Where's mine?

Oh, shit.
Sorry, two minutes.

No. Don't worry, I'll get it.

-She's fine.
-Uh-huh?

By the way,
Sharpe's imaginary witness...

Oh, she's not still on
about that, is she?

Turned out
he wasn't imaginary.

According to our
old friend Cooke,
just turned up.

Dead.

Murdered.

Murdered?

Do they know who did it?

Get this,

the guy we took
down this morning.

-What?
-GEOFF: I could say it's
good news for us, but, er,

that would be distasteful.

-Sarge!

-What's that?
-Nothing.

Tonight is all
about your husband
getting his mojo back, eh?

-Mmm-hmm.
-Finally!

GEOFF: Tim.

-Cheers, pal.
-JO: Cheers, bruv.

Good job.

-TIM: Cheers.
-Cheers.

GEOFF: Oh, I don't know
about anyone else,
but I could eat a horse, hmm?

Think you might
want to see this.

I've found a forensic link

between the Benzal murder
and the Helena Lubas shooting.

I wonder if Geoff and Lorraine
had a fallout?

I don't think so.

What do you
talk to them about?

-What do you mean?
-At work.

I never know
what to say to them.

Oh, just

normal banter.

You know I don't recognise you
when you're with them.

-What does that mean?
-You just act differently.

They're a good bunch.

Geoff said that you were
a hero today.

Geoff's trying to impress you.

-Tim.
-Wait.

Listen to me. I am fine.

There is nothing
to worry about.
I'm fine.

So why was your hand shaking?

-It wasn't.
-It was.

Look, you could
live a normal life.
Stress-free.

You could give it up.
Do something else.

You could get
a different job.

Look, you have got
nothing to prove, Tim.

Prove? I have everything
to prove. Everything.

You don't understand.

I chose the wrong choice,
and she's dead.

A young girl is
dead because of me,
and that's on my conscience.

Is that how you want the world
to remember me, eh?

-As a... As a failure?
-Nobody thinks that.

I want a second chance.

I want to prove to them that
I am not a screw-up.

I'm a good copper.

Oh.

We found partial female DNA
on the Baikal.

It correlates with partial
female DNA on the gun

fired at police by Sean Dyer
the day Helena Lubas died.

It's possible
it's the same female?

Probable, I'd say.

There was a female officer
involved that day.

Really?

This female DNA
is the only link we've found

between the Lubas shooting
and the Benzal murder.

Two crime scenes, two guns,
one set of DNA.

The female officer,
what's her name?

RACHEL: Jo Keating.

She's on her way.

Yes?

How about we grab a cuppa
in the kitchen?

Do I need a solicitor?

Do you think
you need a solicitor?

Thanks.

I want to talk to you

about Helena Lubas.

The Helena Lubas
in the school photo?

Big smiles, cute ponytail?

Or the one whose boyfriend
shot my colleague in the face?

What Dyer did or didn't do
can't justify Helena's death.

No, that was her pointing
a gun at an officer.

I had a witness
who said she didn't.

A witness who's now dead.

Silenced?

What's your biggest fear
when you walk into work
in the morning?

That they've run out
of instant coffee?

Do you go to bed every night
feeling satisfied

that you've made
a difference, mmm?

Does it warm your cockles
to think that you've made
an impossible job

that little bit
more difficult?

Whose idea was it
to put the gun
in Helena's hand?

Friend was in shock.

That leaves Monk and Ward.

My money's on Ward.

He'll do anything
for his unit.

You'll do anything for him.

It's toxic.

It's bullshit is what it is.

Ward told you to kill Benzal,
didn't he?

-And not just kill him.
Torture him.
-Who's Benzal?

He researched
Benzal's background,

found out about
his run-ins with Sakir,
and put you to work.

The decorated officer
with three kills to her name.

But you're not as tough
as you think you are.

Do you want to put
that to the test?

That third kill
two years ago,

it took its toll, didn't it?

Don't bother denying it.
It's a matter of record.

You took refuge in a bottle.

Almost lost your job.

But Ward pulled
you out of the mire,
didn't he?

He saved you from a desk job,
or worse.

-You were his.
-You are so full of shit.

This kill was different.

Wrong.

All you can
think is how much you
want a drink to blot it out,

what you did.

What he made you do.

We're done here.

Oh, Witchfinder General.

She's a joke, man,
she's got nothing.

What's she doing here, then?

Ward isn't even in.

She's here to see Jo.

Right, you need
to calm down, mate.
Seriously.

Fortnight in Tenerife,
dirty weekend with Sheila,
whatever it takes.

-Hi.
-Hey.

CLARISSA: Jack.

Yes, dear?

CLARISSA:
I've worked up the two
partial female DNAs.

They are from the same female,
but it isn't PC Keating.

-Shit.
-They have to be.

-Are you sure?
-She's sure, trust me.

There's no other female
involved in this case
except Helena Lubas,

and I'm pretty sure
she didn't kill my witness.

So who the hell does the DNA
belong to, eh?

RACHEL: I don't know.

But if it's not Keating,
I've lost my last viable lead.

God, I've killed myself
on this case,

and I've got nothing
to show for it.

Nothing that's
going to reverse
a lawful killing verdict,

when we both know
it was anything but.

Can I make a suggestion?

-What?
-Follow the evidence.

If the DNA isn't
your Firearms officer's,
then whose is it?

Bobby.

-Did you get me anything?
-Er, yeah.

Got you some crisps.

BOBBY: Are they
cheese and onion?

Right, they didn't have
cheese and onion,

so I got you ketchup.
All right?

Now go watch some telly.

GEOFF: All right, Jo,
what's up?

JO: Sharpe was here again,
asking questions.

-About what?
-About the Lubas case.
About me. And about you.

Okay.

What exactly did
she want to know?

She was just asking questions
about what happened
that day, Sarge.

Question.
If you get a new inquest,
and I know it's a big if,

can't Benzal's statement
just be read out in court?

The Firearm Division's lawyers
will try to suppress it

under grounds they can't
cross-examine the witness
or rebut the evidence.

Then it would be
up to the coroner.
I can't take that chance.

I know you tried, Jack.
And I appreciate it.

Being wrong about Benzal
doesn't mean you were wrong
about Helena Lubas.

I've still got more forensics
to examine, yeah?

-Oh, excuse me.

Simon.

But with respect, sir,
I asked if she wanted a lawyer
and she declined.

Okay, please don't do this.

Well, I can't drop it now,
I'm so close.

Just give me a fortnight.

Okay, a week.

No, how about you
get in your Mercedes

and go up and tell
the Lubases yourself?

Bastard!

You're off the Lubas case?

No contact with them
as of now.

I've really made a mess
of this, haven't I?

Oh, Rachel.

Without me as an advocate,
they'll never
reopen the inquest.

No one knows
this case like me.

And I can't even tell them.
They'll think I just gave up.

I'll do it.

I'll warn them.

Three Diet Cokes, please.

Leave me alone.

What?

Didn't think I knew
which rock you lived under?

That's you all over,
nowhere near
as smart as you think.

-What do you want?
-To offer my commiserations.

I hear your
interest in my unit
is officially at an end...

-We'll see about that.
-...and your career
won't be far behind.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

Oh, I think I do.

Grilling my officer
without a lawyer

under the pretext
of a friendly chat?

That's a hanging offence,
and I will see you swing.

Don't threaten me.

What you put her through
was unforgivable.

Dragging up her past.

She's a hero,
a first class officer,

and pen-pushing scum like you
aren't fit to lick her boots.

So remember that when you're
clearing out your desk!

-Jack.
-Hi.

I don't understand.
How can they make
her drop the case?

She's not happy about it,
believe me.

So who is speaking for us now?

Who is representing us?

-Helena?
-I don't know.

After the lawful
killing verdict,

another inquest was always
a long shot.

Not if the witness
was still alive.

They murdered him,
didn't they?

There's no evidence
to suggest that.

Of course they did.

He was going to tell the world
that they shot my
daughter unarmed,

and they silenced him.

How can this happen?
How can this happen?

Mum.

I'm sorry.

Bruno?

Bruno?

Jack.

In here.

Look.

Shit.

-All right, it's okay.

Bruno?

Bruno, wait.

What are you doing? Bruno?

Helena wouldn't want this.

Listen to me.
There's things we can do,
people who can help.

I don't want your help.

Bruno.
Bruno, don't.

-Bruno, don't do this! Bruno!

-JULIA: Bruno!

Cooke, it's Jack.

One of the officers from
the Helena Lubas shooting
may be in danger.

What makes you say that?

Bruno Lubas has an address,
and he's armed.

Armed Response,
12 Thornton Rise,
Finsbury Park.

Repeat, 12 Thornton Rise,
Finsbury Park.

Now!

-We're too late.
-No.

No!

Oh.

Where is she?