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Come on!

Let's go! Move your arse!

Scum.

Hurry up! Come on!

WOMAN GROANS

How was work?

You know, same old.

Well, not for much longer.
Just a few weeks till you start uni.

I know.

Well, you never mention it,
that's all.

I think it's cos he's worried about
missing us and his mates, right?

I mean, my mates.

Cheeky.

Do you want some salad?
Yeah, cheers.

Have you finished?
Yeah.

We've only just sat down.

Meeting John for a run
on the seafront.

But your mum's just...
Brian.

See you later, love.

Get out!
Bruno, just talk to me.

Leave me alone!
DOOR SLAMS

Actually, the first time he's spoken
to me in about a week, so...

Well, it's... it's not you.

He's been anxious about school
since the suspension and...

...what with the wedding
a few days away, he's...

...he's got a lot on.

Yeah. Maybe I haven't given him
enough attention.

That makes two of us.

PHONE CHIMES,
BUZZES

Oh, I'm needed at the mortuary.

I'm on call, so...

That's OK. You go.

I'll get Glenn
to cover for me tonight. Sure?

Absolutely.

Hey, congratulations on
the promotion, Detective Sergeant.

Right, so, what've we got?

Four masked robbers,
all carrying firearms.

Sounds like one of them
is bit of a hothead.

One of the others shouted,
"Let's go."

Middle-aged, Cockney accent.

Let's get the CCTV from here
and all the other businesses.

And pull everything available, OK?

Guns, getaway vehicle,
markings on banknotes, everything.

Got it.

This is my first armed robbery,
if you can believe such a thing.

You know what? I can.
It's a mug's game, all of this.

You've got marked notes,
you've got silent alarms,

and sod-all cash in the register.

Who's bucking the trend?

I mean, the kind of villain that's
bold enough for a job like this...

...they're a dying breed.

Chris Hayton, 19.
He lived on the estate.

We think he was killed last night
but found just over an hour ago.

Preliminary signs
suggest death by stabbing.

Sadly not uncommon these days.
Especially not on the Chelsom.

I was a beat copper here
for six months.

It was rough, but there was
a real sense of community.

Obviously not any more.

I want every doorbell camera checked

and house-to-house
throughout the estate.

If we need to draft in
more uniform, do it.

OK, got it.

Is that Chris? Is that...?

WOMAN CRIES

I'm guessing that's the parents.
Yeah.

Chris!

OK, we need to talk to them,
but in the meantime, could you...?

Yeah.

Chris!
WOMAN CRIES

Roy?

Found this in his pocket.

What's this? Coke? Heroin, maybe?
Chris! My baby!

WOMAN CRIES

Chris had absolutely nothing
to do with drugs. Nothing.

OK. What about enemies?

Somebody he might've had
a run-in with.

He didn't have an enemy
in the world.

He had everything to live for.

He was off to Newcastle
in the autumn

to do a degree in architecture.

Can we talk about
Chris's movements last night?

You said you had dinner together.

He came home from work around eight.

He's a pizza delivery driver.

Then we had dinner.

He left pretty quickly.

Said he was meeting his friend John
for a run on the seafront.

We thought he'd stayed over at his.

PHONE BUZZES
Excuse me.

The seafront's
quite a way from here.

How would he usually make
that journey?

His moped.

It's still parked outside.

Erm, Chris is on our system,
albeit once.

At age 14, he was caught

with the intent to supply
quantities of cannabis,

but he was released without charge.

If you won't tell them about Drew,
I will.

The idea that he has anything
to do with this is... Who's Drew?

Chris's half-brother. My son.
He's a drug dealer.

He was into drugs for a bit, but...

He used Chris as a delivery boy.
It was over five years ago.

Chris didn't know
what was in the package!

And no-one beat Drew up
about it more than Drew himself!

Instead of standing there
asking questions about Drew,

why aren't you out
looking for the killer?

Estimated time of death between
8:30 and 10pm last night.

Peri-mortem bruising to the knees,

chest and chin suggest he was pushed
face-forward to the ground.

Which would've taken some force.
Mm.

He fought back, too.

Flayed knuckles.

He probably tried to stand up,

only to be felled by the deep stab
wound to the chest which killed him.

So our killer likely has bruises
of their own?

There are two shallow cuts
to the back.

From the discolouration,
I'd say sustained just before death.

Possibly hesitation marks.

Which suggests the assailant
might've had second thoughts?

Maybe they knew the victim.

Hey. Look, I wanted to see
how you're doing.

Yeah, I'm OK. Listen,
I'm sorry I put you in a spot

having to lie to Ari about Munich.

I know that was difficult.
It was my choice.

And whilst we're closing in
on Albazi,

it's best we keep this to ourselves.

Yeah.

OK.

The murder of Chris Hayton.

Now, a few things point towards
this being drug-related.

We found a wrap of heroin
in his pocket,

his brother was a dealer,

and Chris has a history of running
for him when he was younger.

So, as we speak,

the Chelsom estate's being canvassed
for intel on Chris' assailant.

The search for a weapon is ongoing.

Chris told his parents he was gonna
meet a mate on the seafront.

Now, he would usually take
his moped, but he set off on foot,

and his body was found
on the estate.

So the question is,
where was he really going and why?

Now, seeing as we have an
armed robbery and a dead teenager,

we're obviously gonna
have to split our resources.

So, Glenn and Nick,
I need you to stay focused

on the MoneyXChange job.

What have we got?
Well, CCTV has just come in.

It's pretty slick.
Yeah.

I'd be surprised
if they hadn't built up

to this in some shape or form.

Yeah. We're calling round
local forces

to see if anything fits the bill.

Good idea. Spread the net wide.

Aren't sawn-offs
the bank robber's weapon of choice?

Well, they were, but
you've gotta move with the times.

I mean, we can get this enhanced.

Any identifying marks on the guns
might help tie them to other crimes.

What about the getaway car?

Still reviewing
the traffic cam footage.

And we've also been doing a dive
into Brighton robbers of the past,

and a David Higson
keeps rising to the surface.

He robbed a S-24 Secure van
back in 2004 to the tune of 400k.

He shot the driver point blank
in his face,

but somehow, he survived.

Yeah, I remember that.
Did 12 years in Maythorpe Prison.

But what's interesting

is that Higson always worked
with a crew of four.

He now runs a local sailing club.

PHONE BUZZES
It's a bit of a haunt

for old faces, apparently.

Seaford Boat Club?
Yeah.

That's a good place to start.

Although I'm not sure the likes
of us would be too welcome there.

You might have to get creative.

OK, thanks, everyone.
Roy.

We pulled fingerprints
from the wrap in Chris's pocket.

They're not just his prints.

There's also a match
to Drew Simpson,

Chris's half-brother.

It was one time, OK?

It was one mistake.
And Brian never let me forget it.

This wrap was in Chris's pocket.

It bears his fingerprints...
and yours.

What, and you think I killed him?

Then help us make sense of this,
Drew.

Look, I got out for a few years, OK?

Then someone I used to work for came
back to Brighton looking to collect.

A scary bastard
you did not say no to.

And did the scary bastard
inflict those bruises on your eye?

Reckoned I owed him
from a few years back.

And I figured the only way to
free myself from him was to pay up.

And that meant dealing for him.

So he got tired of waiting
for you to pay up,

and beating you up didn't work,
so he went after Chris.

Is that within the realms
of possibility, Drew?

I don't know.

What about that?

OK, yeah, it's mine.

It could be mine.

But Chris having it,
that makes no sense.

How was your relationship
with Chris? Were you close?

Not really.

But a few months back,
he wanted to hang out a bit more.

You know, before he went to uni.

But the grief I got from Brian...
it wasn't worth the hassle.

If you wanna do right
by your brother...

...you need to tell us
who you work for right now.

Look, I tell you that,
and I'm dead, too.

If he's telling the truth,

then Chris got hold of that wrap
without Drew knowing.

Or Drew's lying, and he did pull
Chris into running drugs for him

because of pressure
from that dealer.

PHONE BUZZES
Hang on.

Drew's bruises are semi-healed.

Forensics think he sustained them
seven days ago.

So not in the process of subduing
or killing his brother, then?

No. Well, we can check his alibi
and dig into dealing on the estate.

Yeah, and let's find out
who he works for.

Just the way
he was talking about him,

he did seem... genuinely scared.

You have the nerve to come here
today when this is all your fault!

That's not true!
They arrested you!

It was a misunderstanding!
They don't do that for no reason!

That's why they let me go!

Tell him, Mum! She's not fighting
your battles any more,

and she certainly
doesn't wanna see you.

Mum, please...

Mum! I'm gonna find out
who did this, OK?

How long have you lived
on the estate?

About four years.

I'll leave you with PC Morgan.
OK, thank you.

A few locals mentioned someone who
could be the guy Drew's working for.

He honed his skills up
in Manchester working for his uncle.

And by skills, I mean killing
everyone who got in their way.

Then he came home
to find half of Brighton

in the grip of London dealers.

Upset his civic pride,
so he staged a fight-back.

What's his name?
Scott Atherton.

Apparently, he runs all the drugs
on the estate and beyond.

OK. Get the drugs team to send us
everything they've got on him.

I'll meet you back at CID.
Something I've gotta do first.

OK.

No, that's brilliant,
thank you very much. OK. Cool.

I spoke to a DC in Hove
about some unsolved break-ins.

Essentially, it was three jobs,

impeccably planned,
all high-end houses,

all second homes,

and all taking place inside
the same two-month period.

So what makes this DC
think that his guys are our guys?

Well, he said each property they hit
was bigger and better secured.

In that context,

hitting the MoneyXChange
might well be raising the bar.

Good news
is despite being camera-shy,

the last break-in, they weren't able
to stay completely invisible.

Four-strong teams are unusual.
House breakers or robberies.

It's a significant commonality.

So is a white skull mask.

I'll get that enhanced.

This S-24 job,

only Higson and his lieutenant,
Lenny Palmer, went down.

So, what, the other two
were never identified?

Not definitively, no.

And Higson and Palmer
wouldn't roll on them.

You know what? I'm gonna head up
to the Seaford Boat Club,

see what kind of establishment
Higson's running.

FAINT CHATTER

Hello, Scott.
Constable Grace. How you been?

You look like you did well
for yourself.

Was Drew Simpson dealing for you?

You're supposed to say,

"And you look like you did OK,
too, Scott."

See, I think he was.

And I think you
or someone in your pay

gave him those bruises.

I don't get it. Why beat Drew up?

Was he late paying you back
or something?

Do I need to get myself a lawyer?
I don't know, Scott. Do you?

Look, after him,
it's really not a stretch

for me to believe
that you went after his brother.

You must be able to see that.

Or did you rope Chris
into dealing for you,

and something went wrong?

Let me make this very simple, yeah?

I don't know Chris Hayton at all.

Come on.

You grew up with his brother.

The estate's not that big.

Not on my radar.
Don't know what else to tell you.

How's your sister?

Debbie? Did she go to Manchester
with you?

I heard that you came back
to clear out the London dealers.

Restore order.

Yeah, yeah.
That's the Scott that I remember.

A leader and organiser.

Someone that looked out
for his sister

while his mum and dad
were strung out on heroin.

Yeah, look after my own.

It's a shame that you channelled
those talents...

...into the very thing
that killed your parents.

I had to look after myself.
Fight for myself.

Cos all I ever got from people
like you were broken promises.

Especially you, Grace.

A teenager...

...stabbed to death hundred yards
from his own front door.

That's not looking out for your own,
is it?

It was nice seeing you again.

If you had anything
to do with Chris's death,

I'll find out,
and you will go down for it.

Mm.

PHONE RINGS

Oh, shit.
RINGING CONTINUES

Vee. Have you got anything?
'Yes and no.

'The older of the two
is Lenny Palmer.'

Higson's wingman
on the S-24 Secure job.

No ID on the younger one, yet?
'No. Nothing on the system.'

All right. Thanks.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

BACKGROUND CHATTER

Don't move.

Ah! Nice and slow.

Mate...
Now, what was that?

Mate, listen, you're trying to
do right by your brother. Shut up!

Did you and Scott
have my brother killed?

MAN CHUCKLES

You're so dead.
Don't be stupid.

Just grab my stuff,
and we'll get set up.

Didn't know HMP Eastville
was short an ex-rogue reporter.

What the hell are you doing here?

I can ask you
the exact same question.

Well, what are you doing here,
Spinella?

Recording a podcast. My podcast.

A pod...
BRANSON CHUCKLES

About what, hm? Boat clubs?

Old Brighton faces.

Doing a deep dive
into the underworld of yesteryear.

OK if I come in and verify that?
Oh, come on, gimme a break.

Thanks to you and Grace,
my career's in the toilet.

I need this.
You know what?

I need something too.

Intel on the clientele here.

Particularly Higson
and his three mates.

Why would I help you?

Look, if you wanna hit reset
as a crime journalist,

you're gonna need sources.

Fresh meat.

Someone who can vouch
for your rehabilitation.

And you're the man
to deliver all that?

Yeah, I am.

Plus...

...I would hate to be the one to ruin
your little recording session here.

Tomorrow morning.
I'm back doing my last interview.

Meet me in the cafe up there.

And for God's sake,
don't let anyone see you.

Two kids coming home
every night to a cold house,

no food and a pair of addicts
on the sofa

who just happened
to be their parents.

I mean, you'd think there'd be
some kind of protocol triggered,

you know, or, like,
a safety net or something.

You would.

And so I promised
I would get them rehoused.

I tried to liaise with their
social worker, who was decent but...

...overwhelmed.

I was just passed
from pillar to post.

So... what happened?

I was transferred.

That's what happened.

And you felt... guilt about that.

Like you had let him down.

He grew up to be
a drug dealer, Cleo.

CLEO SIGHS

Have you ever thought that...

...that that guilt
is in someway linked

to your feelings towards Bruno?

I'm serious.

Every time he's in a bad mood,
you think it's your fault.

PHONE BUZZES

Oh, Scott's intelligence file's
come through.

Not too late, please.
KISSES

OK.

Roy, erm...

you didn't let Scott down.

The system did.

SMASHING AND RATTLING

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

Hey, yeah.

We found the robbers' getaway car
torched and dumped

behind the old bottle factory.

'We're sure it's theirs?'

Yeah, we pulled CCTV of them
driving it past the lumber yard.

Still masked, I'm afraid,

but I'll get the lab to put a rush
on the results from the car.

OK. Great work.
Keep me posted, yeah, Nick?

'You back at the boat club?'

Yeah, I'm just, er...
just following a lead.

Just had confirmation
on Drew's alibi.

In an evening study group
at the time of Chris's murder,

and so say cameras
and 15 classmates. OK.

How did you get on with Scott?

I am a detective.

So, what's the deal?
You've crossed paths before?

Yeah, when I worked on the Chelsom.
He was just a kid then, though.

Is it a good idea,
getting close to him?

I just asked him some questions,
that's all.

But you didn't want me there.

Based on what I saw last night,

I think Scott might be using food
delivery bikes to shift his product.

You think Chris was part of that?
I think we should ask that question.

And let's verify that Chris did
actually work for BrightonSlice.

KNOCK ON DOOR
Yeah.

I've been digging through
Chris's phone.

As you suspected, there are no
messages to his friend John Tylerson

about a run on the seafront.

In fact, there are no messages with
anyone about where he was going.

We need to speak to John,

see if he can shine a light
on Chris's movements.

I'm sorry about Chris.

I mean, it's awful.

I don't want my son
dragged into anything.

We understand.

I mean, it's another world up there.

John wants to help any way he can,
don't you?

Good lad.

Come on.

We'll make ourselves scarce.

Thank you.

OK, John?

So, Chris's parents said
he was gonna meet you

for a late run on the seafront.

Er, yeah. We did meet up.

But earlier.
Where?

Here. He, er, left around seven.

Can I be honest with you, John?

We've already worked out that
meeting you for a late-night run

was some kind of cover-up.

He left his moped behind,
there was nothing on his phone.

OK. So we have to assume that he was
meeting someone closer to home,

walking distance.

Someone who, for some reason,
his parents didn't approve of.

So you're asking me, er...
who that was?

Er...

His brother, maybe? Drew?

Is there anyone else
he could've been meeting?

Anything strange in the way
he was behaving when he came over?

I have to ask you, John -
why would Chris lie to his parents?

I mean, was he involved
in something dodgy?

Something criminal, even?

Nah. Nah, not Chris. No way.

You were on that
MoneyXChange job, weren't you?

Everyone's talking about it.
Yeah.

I knew it.

So come on, what's the skinny?

That there might be a link to some
break-ins in Hove a few months back.

It was a four-man crew.

So...

...quid pro quo?

David Higson's the one in the pink.

People say that he bought
the boat club

with the proceeds
from the S-24 job.

And who's the younger one?
Pete Higson, David's son.

Online scams, credit card fraud.

I doubt he's in
your MoneyXChange job.

I mean, his...
his dad's proper retired.

Who's the other guy?
Frank, Frank Curtis.

Also allegedly on the S-24 job.
But he beat the charges.

What, anything more recently?
Nah.

Nothing, far as I know.

I mean, they're all grandads.

KNOCK ON DOOR

I'm so sorry.

You know...

...I, erm...

...I lost pals in Afghanistan.

You feel empty, numb.

Like...

...why was it them and not you?

But wallowing in it didn't help.

You really did have a choice.

You could let your emotions
eat you up or...

...you could put them to good use.

Find your purpose again.

VEE, ON PHONE: 'I checked in
with BrightonSlice.

'Chris did work for them,
but recently, it was only sporadic.'

OK. Thanks, Vee.

BACKGROUND CHATTER

Anything?

I've just been speaking
to the mother of a girl

who ran drugs for Scott but got out.

Scott communicates
with his foot soldiers via burners.

Text only.
Addresses of pick-ups and drop-offs.

On paper,
they all own their own mopeds

and all have jobs delivering food,
but part-time.

Scott makes up their hours?
Yeah.

Chris fits the bill, then.

Come on! Keep the pace up!

Yeah, you've got this!

HEAVY BREATHING

Come on!

Better?

Better.
Here.

You know...

...your mum,
she's not completely wrong.

I know he was your mate,
and your loyalty does you credit,

but you don't know what else
he was caught up in, do you?

So, who's this, then?

CHUCKLES Gary Owens.

Bit of a groupie
when it comes to old villains.

What, no form himself?
Yeah, couple of robberies.

Everyone treats him
like he's a joke.

Spends half his time down the
basketball court when he's not here.

What, so you think
he might be a better candidate?

For your house break-ins, maybe.

But for your MoneyXChange team,
doubt he's got the guts.

Or the smarts.

Few weeks ago, he started wearing
that Hublot watch,

which raised eyebrows.

Higson told him
not to wear it to work.

Even in his prime,
he hated anything flash.

Mate.

I'm so sorry, Seb.
Thanks, Damian.

Luke.
We should go see Chris's parents.

I got some flowers.

Right, yeah. Give me one sec, yeah?

John? Where are you going?

To see Chris's mum and Dad.

I don't want you going
and getting involved.

At least give it a few days.

Yeah, but, Mum,
then it won't mean anything.

Look, a friend of mine saw something
online about him dealing drugs.

Chris?

Sorry, Mrs Tylerson, but that's BS.

Chris wasn't into drugs.
No, he hated 'em.

Could you do me a wee favour, Seb?
Could you give us a minute?

You too, John.

You should be proud of him.
He wants to honour his friend.

I am. Just don't want him
getting mixed up in anything.

I know. But he's right.

If he delays paying his respects
out of self-interest,

then that won't mean anything.

It's just all the shit that Hugo
brought down on us, it's...

Oh, it's just made me paranoid.

John is the antithesis of his dad.
Honourable to his boots.

Which is why he wants to go
and see Chris's parents.

I just don't want any trouble.

He's grieving, Carol.
This'll help him.

Come here.

What, this is the best
you boys could do?

That's why we need you along.
You know about flowers and shit.

Yeah, they're fine.

SEB SIGHS

I hope I'm right about Chris.
What do you mean?

Look, I'm not saying he was dealing,

but it felt like he wanted to build
a relationship with his brother.

At any price.
Maybe that meant helping him out.

It tracks. I mean, Chris pissed off
someone on the estate.

No, just now you said no way Chris
was involved in drugs, and now...

I'm not saying anything.
Just what I heard.

I heard Drew roped Chris in
cos he was in trouble.

Might be bollocks...
It's definitely bollocks.

I don't know what Chris
was involved in. None of us do.

ENGINE STARTS

Forensics are back
on the burnt-out getaway car.

Thanks to the fire damage,
there's no prints or DNA.

Why can I feel a "but" coming?

The lump of melted plastic
the SOCOs found in front seat.

It contains a mix of polymers
that aren't a match

to anything in the vehicle.

It's probably a foreign object.

They found tiny traces of plastic
in Tarak Prasad's head wound.

Get the lab to compare them with
the melted plastic found in the car.

Higson might be resurrecting
the old S-24 gang,

and this time with new blood,
so we need to pull everything we can

on Gary Owens,
Pete Higson and Frank Curtis.

BACKGROUND CHATTER

Hello, John.
Hi, you all right?

This is Seb and Luke.
They were at college with us.

Detective Superintendent Grace,
Detective Sergeant Moy.

We're very sorry about Chris.
Thanks, mate. Appreciate it.

Wes?

Wait!

I wanna talk to you.

They come after my brother!
He's dead!

I know you saw me in Pavilion Green.

Did you tell Scott?

I had to.

What were you thinking,
crossing him?

What were you thinking telling him?!

I'm sorry.

None of this stuff comes cheap.

We only found Chris's smart phone
at the scene, right?

Maybe he used a burner for dealing.

Yeah, a burner we cannot find.

So maybe the killer
took it with him.

Well, if Chris is dealing for Scott,
then all bets are off.

He could've crossed him,
displeased him, tried to quit.

What're you looking for?

I don't know.

PHONE BUZZES
Excuse me.

Something, anything...
DS Bella Moy.

...that would help me makes sense
of Chris's last hours.

Where he went, who he met,
because it wasn't John Tylerson.

What is it, Maggie?

Over the last year,
Chris felt pretty self-sufficient,

like he didn't need us any more.

And more recently,
he seemed withdrawn.

I just put it down
to being anxious about uni.

You know, him moving away.

The night he died, I...

I don't know,
maybe I'm kidding myself,

but it felt like
he did need his mum again or...

...that he wanted to share something.

But I thought that I'd...

...let him talk
when he's good and ready.

Leave you to it.

Thank you.

Circulating Drew Simpson
to local stations has paid off.

Last week, he was spoken to
by officers up in Preston Park.

He was suspected of dealing,
but they let him off with a warning.

If he was there, that's a long way
outside Scott's turf.

That would explains the bruises.

Pulled the files on Owens,
Curtis and Higson Junior.

Curtis has form as an armed robber,
but it's all historic.

Higson Junior did a stretch for
mortgage fraud, but nothing heavy.

Right. And, er, Gary Owens?
He's the one that stands out.

It's a long record
of breaking and entering.

Plus, you said he was rocking
a Hublot watch recently? Yeah.

One was stolen at the last
of the three Hove burglaries.

Nice. And the timing fits too.

I've sent uniform
to keep tabs on him. Great.

How did you ID Owens, by the way?
Hear about his watch and stuff?

Don't imagine the boat club would
have a particular leaky clientele.

Kevin Spinella.

Look, I ran into him there.
Thought he was in prison.

Yeah, well, so did I. Early release.

Look, we came to an arrangement
of mutual benefit.

At least that's what he thinks, anyway.

And what do we think Grace
will make of that?

Any sort of interaction
with Kevin Spinella,

let alone an "arrangement"?

It's fine.
PHONE BUZZES

The lab sent over cleaned-up footage
from the Hove burglary.

You are kidding me.

There. Very similar, no?

Huh. Yeah.
I'd say Gary is shaping up nicely.

Right, let's arrest him
for the break-ins,

and let's see if we can pin him
to the MoneyXChange job.

I'm just worried that
Spinella's setting us up for a fall.

We need all the help
we can get with these old faces.

And right now, he's our best bet.

That's Owens.

The Old Bill are onto me.

I don't know, but I need help.

I thought we were in this together!

Gary Owens...

...I'm arresting you
on suspicion of burglary.

Drew...
I'm sorry, Mum.

It's my fault, it's all my fault.
DREW SOBS

Stop!

Drop the gun. Drop it!

Wait, it's not mine.
Stay where you are!

It's not mine!
On the ground! Face down!

Drew!
It's not even mine!

On the ground! Face down!

Don't hurt him!

It's not mine!

DREW SOBS

I was an idiot.

Started selling
outside Scott's patch.

Bit of diluting, bit of a mark-up.

Up in Preston Park?

I got cautioned by one of you lot,

and somehow, Scott heard about it
and gave me a beating.

Did you heed the warning?

Did you give Scott any reason
for further reprisals?

Is that a yes?

A few days later, I went back
to dealing on the estate.

At the end of the night,
I had some left over,

so I headed up to Pavilion Green
to shift it.

And I was seen.
Seen by who?

This junkie I know.

And he told Scott.

I know what I did.
I know what I did.

DREW SOBS

If Scott killed Chris
to punish Drew,

planting a wrap on Chris's body
doesn't seem a stretch.

Final "screw you".
Strategic as well.

Scott's got a reputation to keep.
Sends out a signal.

And Chris?

Collateral damage.

Even if Chris
was one of his foot soldiers,

there'll be plenty of others
that could replace him.

Just shows how ruthless Scott is.

TYRES SCREECH

Let him go!
What?

He's just a junkie.
He's not worth the hassle.

Let's go!

Watch it! Watch it!
I can't see, bruv!

What's wrong with you, bruv?!

Why did you run?
It's not a good look.

Ah, it's muscle memory, innit?

You lot have been giving me grief
since forever.

Is this you, Gary?

Tattoo looks very similar,
to put it mildly.

GARY SIGHS
Nah, sorry.

Oh, well, if it's not you,

then where were you
on the night of April 24th?

No idea.
NICK CLEARS THROAT

Who's this, Gary?
Is he deaf?

I wasn't there.
OK.

Where were you the day before
yesterday between 4pm and 7pm?

I was at the Seaford Boat Club.
I'm the caretaker.

Anyone who can verify that?
We had a leak.

I was down in the cellar
sorting it out.

So you were on your own?

So what about your mates
at the boat club?

Where were they?
What mates?

Dave Higson, Pete Higson,
Lenny Palmer, Frank Curtis.

They're not my mates.

OK, Pete is.

Did he tell you to run?
No-one tells me what to do, mate.

Except Dave Higson.

Pays your wages?

Yeah.

I bet you do what he tells you,
all right.

Who was that guy?
Dunno.

Yeah, well, he knew you.
And what's with just letting him go?

I don't need the grief, OK?
Since when was that your style?

You're starting
to piss me off, John.

Who was he?
Some guy who was hassling Chris.

Yeah? Hassling him about what?
Chris was cagey about it.

Something to do
with his brother, maybe.

Nah. Nah, nah, nah.
Chris never mentioned it.

Well, clearly, you didn't know Chris
as well as you thought you did.

You're so full of it.

Hey. Hey, guys!

Guys! He wouldn't have wanted this!

We've made a strong link
between the MoneyXChange job

and three break-ins in Hove,

and we also have a Gary Owens
in custody.

Oh. How did he get onto your radar?

Er, long story,

but let's see if anything comes
from it first. OK.

Moving on to Chris Hayton.

We have our sights set
on Scott Atherton, a local dealer.

We believe he's moving his drugs
via kids on food delivery mopeds,

and we think that Chris
might have been one of them.

When we spoke to his mate John
about what Chris was involved in,

we seemed to hit a nerve,
like he was hiding something.

And Scott had Chris's brother Drew
beaten up for dealing on the side.

It also seems that Drew
didn't quite heed the warning.

Yeah, but isn't beating someone up

and then killing their brother
quite an escalation?

True, but drug dealers
are not known for their patience.

Especially not Scott Atherton.

I've been in touch
with the Drugs Team.

Scott was on their radar
up in Manchester,

and after his triumphant homecoming,

they were planning to raid
the sports bar he owns in two weeks,

but they're now
gonna bring that forward.

As in you persuaded them to?

I just thought making a public show

of the link between Chris's murder
and Scott's activities

might shake things up a bit,
loosen his grip on the estate.

Unless the raid
has the opposite effect.

If Scott tightens his grip.
We're rolling the dice, no doubt.

SIRENS WAIL

Get off me!
Get the fuck off me!

Get off!

Suppose I've got you
to thank for this, have I, Grace?

The Drugs Team's interest
is very much your own doing,

but I'm also arresting you
for the assault of Drew Simpson.

OK.

My working theory is this.

Not only did you catch Drew dealing
your drugs up in Preston Park,

but you realised that the wraps
were diluted with God knows what.

He was degrading your product,
and by extension, your reputation.

And we can't have that, can we?

So you had Brett Mosely
give Drew a beating.

And when he failed to see sense
and sold on Pavilion Green,

you changed tack.

Go after his brother, Chris.

How we doing so far?

Come on, you can help me, Scott.

Nothing happens on that estate
without you knowing.

Give me something.

At least make an effort.
At least try.

What, like you did? Tried your best?

I did, Scott. I really did.

SNIFFS

Two things.

Might be linked, might not.

From what I know,
Chris weren't involved in dealing.

Not for me, not for anyone.

And you expect us
to take your word for that?

Even if Drew
has seriously pissed me off...

...why would I take it out on
his brother and draw all this heat?

OK. What's the second thing?

Wes Cowan.

Repeat customer.

Someone done him over
three nights ago.

Who?
I don't know.

Wes said it was some clean-cut kid.

But for what it's worth...

...Wes had just scored
off of Drew Simpson.

'Let's say he's telling the truth
about Chris not dealing.'

If Scott didn't frame Drew
with the wrap, then who did?

Well, someone, for whatever reason,
wants us to believe

that Chris's murder
was drug-related.

Call the lab.

I want all forensics double-checked,

especially Chris's prints
on the wrap.

Wes Cowan.

Healthy record, petty thefts,

breaking and entering,
a few assaults.

There's also a report on his record
about an incident

that happened on the edge
of the Chelsom estate today.

PC saw a man
who they believed was Wes

throw a wheel at the windscreen
of a blue car.

Did the PC question the driver?

They sped off, crashed into bins,
and haven't come forward.

It's odd that the driver
didn't report it.

The place was crawling with police.

OK, if Scott is right and Wes
was attacked three nights ago,

it's likely the windscreen incident
is connected.

So there actually was a leak
at the Seaford Boat club?

They showed me the water damage.

But it doesn't give Owens an alibi
or anything like it.

The lab came back.

Melted plastic
from our burned-out getaway car

is a match to swabs taken
from Tarak Prasad's head wound.

Both contain
identical synthetic polymer.

I think our raiders
are using synthetic guns.

Jesus.
Yeah, changes everything.

Sales of 3D printers
being what they are,

it makes tracing guns
like these near impossible.

3D guns don't fit with Owens.
His laptop belongs in a museum.

Plus, all his convictions
are old-school.

Uniform turned his place
upside down.

Definitely didn't mention
anything about 3D guns

or printers or anything.

Any way you cut this,
the case against Owens is weakening.

HOSTAGE SOBS,
SHRIEKS

GUNSHOT,
SCREAMING

BACKGROUND CHATTER

Collate the statements
for me, yeah? Thank you.

The victim is an Alan Barnard.
Single gunshot to the head.

Witnesses all agree
that the shooter was wearing

a bright white skull mask,
the only one of the four who was.

So it must be our guys.
Which begs the question...

Are we completely off target
with Owens as he's still in custody?

His lawyer's been chasing, wants
to know if we're gonna release him.

So what do you wanna do?

And look at this fall.

Be surprised if he didn't sustain
a facial injury.

Odd that they didn't wait
for the heat to die down

after the MoneyXChange job.

I mean... they might look
like pros, but...

...pros would've had
a cooling-off period?

Yeah, exactly.

The 3D guns give it a new spin,
but at its core, it's armed robbery.

It feels like an older man's game.

So, your man, Gary Owens,
he fits the bill.

Yeah, but he was in custody
during this morning's robbery,

so we've had to let him go.

You never told me how he came
to your attention.

Spinella.
Kevin Spinella?

Yeah, I mean, it's like you said,

we needed an in at the boat club,
and, Spinella, he provided one.

In return for what?
Rehabilitation.

As a crime reporter. Wait,
I didn't sign a contract with him.

In what universe do you think
it's OK to trust Spinella?

Does he know which case
you're working on? He guessed.

Oh. So, now that they've killed
someone, expect him to collect.

I mean, talk about a scoop.

This is not rehabilitation,
this is resurrection.

After everything we went through
with Cassian,

you think it's OK
to bring Spinella back in? Why?!

Call it a necessary evil.

It's a bit like getting intel
from a drug dealer

and, by all accounts, a murderer.

Did you know about this?
It's not on Nick.

He warned me it was a bad idea.

Oh, well, he's just been promoted.

I thought maybe he could learn
something from you.

Maybe I should've put him in charge.

PHONE BUZZES
Roy.

The lab's re-run forensics
on Chris Hayton,

and Cleo's spotted something
on the report.

Says it's urgent.
OK.

I'll go now.
I'll walk out with you.

There's been a spotting of Wes Cowan
on the estate.

MACHINE WHIRRS

Can't you make it go any faster?

Right. Assemble it and clean
this shit up, yeah? Carefully.

We're not leaving any breadcrumbs
for the cops to find.

I need all this...

GUNSHOT

Look, erm...

I'm sorry that I dragged you
into this.

It's all good.

Gary Owens was a solid punt.

Guys. The appeal posters
from the MoneyXChange robbery.

They've got us some dashcam footage
of the street outside.

There. Wait. Rewind it.

Looks like we have another witness.

Chris Hayton had a blue helmet
just like that.

And the moped. BrightonSlice.
Chris used to work for them.

Can't see the reg.

Yeah, but we can check
and see if that shows up

on any ANPR cameras nearby.

So, what are we saying here?

Are we saying that Chris Hayton,

the murder victim
from the Chelsom estate,

is in fact a witness
to the MoneyXChange robbery?

Maybe that's what got him killed.

Vee, can you talk
to the pizza company,

check if Chris was working in the
area around the time of the robbery?

Right before he was killed,
Chris met up with his mate John.

Bella said that she had the sense
that John was covering for him.

OK, so, what if Chris
confided in him?

Yeah, but then why wouldn't John
just come forward?

Well, scared, maybe.
Didn't wanna meet the same fate.

We need to talk to John.
Yeah, I'll call Roy.

No. I'll go.

I owe him, it's on me.

Plus, the robbery,
that's our case again.

Whatever Chris may have seen,
we need to know.

The lab found no prints,
other than Drew's and Chris's.

And the ridge marks on Chris' prints
are blurry and slightly overlapping.

Which wouldn't have happened if
he just picked the wrap up? Exactly.

And there are subtle marks

which could have come from
the scratches Chris sustained

when he fell forward,

which would indicate
that someone pressed his hand

against the wrap after he died.

Someone's trying to reframe
Chris's murder to misdirect us. Why?

What is it
that they don't want us to see?

Just spoke to the lab.

They ran CCTV from both robberies
through forensic gait analysis.

One of the masked robbers
from the building society

had a short, stocky build -

doesn't match with any of
the robbers from the MoneyXChange.

So they swapped one of them out?
Yeah, possibly two.

Why would they change personnel
between the raids?

Maybe that's why they forfeited
a cooling-off period.

The second raid
exonerates Gary Owens

and leads directly to his release.

If this morning's raid
was about establishing an alibi...

...he would've had to arrange that
from inside the custody cell.

Is he handing him something?

Bingo. He's making a call.

The guy who lent Gary Owens
his phone is still in custody.

John came off his bike
this morning.

He's having a lie down upstairs and
generally feeling sorry for himself.

Can it wait?

Afraid not.
It's related to Chris Hayton.

Yeah, of course.
He's just up the stairs, top floor.

Thank you.

KNOCKING John?

Hey. Detective Inspector Branson.

Sorry, I'm not feeling too great, actually.

Yeah, so I heard.
You came off your bike.

Yeah. And I think I've told you
all I can about Chris.

Sure. It's just...

...a couple of things
have come to light.

The night that Chris was killed,
you'd met up earlier -

is that right?

Yeah. Here. I told
the other detective that. Sure.

Did he seem scared or shaken up...

...maybe like he wanted
to confide something?

No, he was fine.

Just stressed about getting ready
for uni, that... that's all.

Is that Chris?
Yeah.

And your dad.
My stepdad, Damian.

Who are the others?

That's Seb and Luke.
Just some friends of mine.

PHONE BUZZES

Excuse me.

Nick, can you keep it brief?

Owens might still be in the frame.
'How so?'

He made a call from his custody cell
at 10.30pm.

The guy whose phone he borrowed

said it got pretty heated with
whoever it was on the other end.

Was there anything specific?

Yeah, apparently,
Owens said something like,

"If I don't get my way,
I'll tell the police about Hugo."

OK. Any more?

Forensic gait analysis suggests
that there was one new robber

at the building society,
maybe even two.

'But the one confirmed new addition
was shorter and stockier.'

'We're thinking he was maybe
filling in to give Owens an alibi.'

Thanks.

How would the gang have ID'd Chris

from a fleeting encounter
in the street?

Well, maybe they followed him home.
Risky.

And even if they did, we know Drew's
wrap was stolen three days ago.

Chris' phone was at home
all afternoon the day he died,

and his manager said
he wasn't working a shift that day.

ANPR cameras also picked up
the reg of the moped

further along the street,

about 60 seconds
after the gang drove off.

The plates weren't Chris's.
So Chris wasn't the driver.

No, and if he wasn't at work
the day he died,

that means he lied to his parents
about where he was.

We know he only did deliveries
sporadically,

and it seems he wasn't dealing, so
where was he getting his money from?

If he wasn't dealing drugs,
then why would he need a burner?

Get the forensic gait analysis
footage up again.

So, what if the lab was right...

...and there was a second switch-over
at the building society?

So two of the original MoneyXChange
robbers were swapped out.

If one of them was Owens...
what if the other was Chris?

It was one of them.

John...

...did you ever come across
someone called Gary Owens

at the basketball court?

Nah.

Wait, erm, no. Gary? Yeah.

Just someone to say hello to.
I think Damian introduced us.

How about someone called Hugo?

My dad was called Hugo.

Was?

He's dead, your dad, is that right?

Sorry to hear that.

Do you mind me asking how?

He worked in the City,
and he got done for insider trading.

And then everything spiralled.

Spiralled? How?

He got into drugs -
coke, ket, everything.

Mum kicked him out,
but he kept coming back, or...

or trying to, at least.

So, yeah, eventually,
he moved up to London.

Then, one night, he threw himself
off a bridge behind Paddington.

The... The train mangled him so bad,
he had to be ID'd by his teeth.

CREAKING ON STAIRS

And then Damian came along.

He was like a miracle.

Everything got better.

Everything calmed down after...
after all the mess with Dad.

John...

...did your dad die before or after
your mum started seeing Damian?

After.

W-Why are you asking me about Dad?

Listen...

...let's continue this chat
back at the station, OK?

Chris's phone data shows no activity
during the time of the robbery.

Then there's the group chat with
his friends John, Seb and Luke -

constantly active,

then nothing
during the MoneyXChange job.

Pull up the data coinciding
with the Hove burglaries.

So, evenings of the 19th of March
and 8th and 24th of April.

Nothing on any of those dates.

So these kids...
are the armed robbers?

If they are,
why did Chris end up dead?

His mum said
he seemed withdrawn recently.

And on the night he died,
the night of the robbery,

she said that she felt like
he needed her again,

like he wanted to share something,
which makes me wonder...

...is Chris the one that freezes?

Maybe he... he'd had enough,

the violence was the last straw,
and he wanted out.

But that wouldn't
have been straightforward. No.

He would be the loose end
that needed tying up.

He'd have been a liability.

Maggie also said that Chris
had felt very self-sufficient

for the last year,
like he didn't need his folks.

So maybe someone stepped in
to play that parental role.

Gary Owens?
Maybe.

Or whoever stood in for him.

The second swap.

We need to find out who Owens called
from his custody cell.

OK.

I know. I know,
he's talking to John right now.

Don't worry. It'll be fine.

What's happening?

Where are you taking him?
It's OK, Mum.

I just need to show him some photos
back at the station.

What photos?

Persons of interest
he may have seen with Chris.

I'll be sure to keep you updated.

Glenn, listen... 'Nick, you need
to look into John's stepdad,

'Damian Young.'

The Hugo that Gary was referring to
is John's dad.

He went under the wheels of a train.

'I believe Damian
might be behind Hugo's death.

'I'm bringing John in.

'I don't think he can talk freely
round his stepdad.'

I think that Damian
might be involved in the raids.

'Yeah, we think John himself
may be involved.' Way ahead of you.

OK, Hugo Tylerson -
death by misadventure.

But the police report
is interesting.

A witness heard shouting
right before he hit the tracks.

No-one looked at foul play?

They did, but the only
viable suspect was Hugo's dealer,

and he had an alibi.

Gary Owens was overheard saying
he'd tell the police about Hugo.

Could it be Damian
that he was calling

from inside the custody cell?

If Damian killed Hugo
and Owens knew it,

did he use that and make Damian
carry out another robbery

to exonerate him?

Keep digging.

John! Get down!

John, are you OK?!

Agh, shit!

Jesus.

You're OK. John, you're OK.

BRANSON GRUNTS,
JOHN GROANS

SHOOTER GRUNTS

Damian was an officer in the Army.

Reading between the lines,
he quit before he was pushed

for his treatment of detainees
in Afghanistan.

Then he borrowed heavily
to launch a security company

that blew up on the launch pad.

He went bankrupt.
It gets worse.

His wife Polly divorced him,

and, despite her dropping
an assault charge,

he fought tooth and nail
for custody of their son.

He didn't win.

So, thrown out the Army,
no money, no status, no son.

It's a big hole to fill.
Yeah, huge.

So I don't think it was Gary who was
the parental guide for Chris.

No, I think Damian went looking
for a son, and he found John.

He found his friends as well.
So, what are we saying?

That Damian was the ringleader,

that he masterminded
all the break-ins and the robberies?

Didn't get his hands dirty
until he had to.

PHONE BUZZES
What is it?

I'm trying to identify the blue car
from the Wes Cowan incident.

Some of the glass retrieved
from the scene

came from the headlight
of a Vauxhall Astra.

John's mate Seb
drives a blue Vauxhall Astra.

I saw him yesterday
outside Chris's house. Roy.

I've got Wes Cowan
in the interview room.

I can't.
JOHN PANTS

I can't go on much further.

It's OK. Come on. Come on, come on.

Here, this way.

Shhh.

Give me your phone.
I left it on charge in my room.

JOHN WHIMPERS

John, look at me.

Who's under the mask?
Who is trying to shoot us?

'Seb told me it's done.

'Is the clean-up in motion?'
Yes.

'Yes, SIR.'
I'm sorry.

I'm doing it.

Go back and wipe it down when you've
delivered the package. Understood?

'Or do I have to come over there
and do it myself?'

No, no, I'm on it.

On... On it, sir.

So, you scored a wrap
from Drew Simpson,

only to be jumped by some kid
who stole it.

And you saw the same kid driving
round the estate

a couple of days later, and you
lobbed a wheel at his windscreen?

Nah. No way.

Honestly, Wes,
we don't care about that.

This kid could be up on a murder
charge. That's what we care about.

So why don't we forget
about the windscreen and the wrap

and you look at these photos
and pick out a face?

KNOCKING

Hey.

I am really worried about Glenn.
I can't get hold of him.

He said he was getting in the car,
and he was heading right here.

He should be back by now.

We've had reports of gunshots
and a silver car driving erratically

on the Ovingdean Road.

From there to CID,

there can't be more than three or
four credible routes between them.

I want marked cars
sweeping them now. Yes, Sir.

JOHN GRUNTS

Here, hold it tight.

Listen, if you don't want me
to leave you here,

you need to start talking - now.

It's Seb.

Seb?

Was it Seb who shot that customer?

Chris?

Was that Seb?

Yeah.

I mean, I think so.

Or was it Damian?

Damian was at home with mum.

Course he was. Firming up his alibi.

Seb was always desperate
to impress him.

He wanted to be Damian's number two.

We were just all lost, really.

Sleepwalking through life.

What, then Damian woke you up?
Yeah.

One Sunday,
he dragged us up Ditchling Beacon.

"Basic training", Damian called it.

JOHN INHALES SHARPLY,
GROANS

But the challenges,
they just got more demanding.

But it was addictive.

Agh, agh...
And then what?

He started asking you
to commit crimes?

He wanted to show us
what we were capable of.

There was nothing we couldn't do
if we put our minds to it.

He just wanted us to do our best.

You... You didn't wanna
disappoint him.

What about Chris?

Did he disappoint him?

Yeah.

Chris wanted out
after the first robbery.

But Damian weren't happy.
He said quitting weren't an option.

Cos you don't get to just walk away.

What can I do for you?

My colleague Glenn Branson left here
over an hour ago with John,

and they never made it back.

I suspect they were ambushed
by Seb Willis...

who is armed and dangerous.

Maybe they're stuck in traffic.

Out of range.

Come on, you must be able to relate
to what I'm feeling.

One of your men in danger,
off comms.

I think you're being a bit
of a catastrophist.

We're in Sussex
on a Tuesday afternoon.

All right, enough.

You're the only one
who can talk Seb down.

I can't confirm any
of these wild theories.

Things got pretty wild for you...

I need to ask you some questions
about your late husband, Hugo.

You know there were question marks
over his death?

Well, yeah,
but the detectives at Paddington

thought he might've had a run-in
with his dealer.

And they may have been right
about foul play...

...but wrong about the identity
of the perpetrator.

What?

A friend of Damian's
was overheard threatening him.

Saying he'd tell the police
about Hugo. No.

No. You're making it up.

What, have you never wondered...
even for a second,

if Damian had a hand
in Hugo's death?

Oh, that's an absurd idea, OK?

Damian is the best thing
that ever happened to me and John -

end of story.

John, mate. It's me.

Where are you, bruv?

Whatever that copper's told you...

if we take him out,
we're in the clear.

I've come to help you.

Here.

Seb...

...I'm here.

SEB GRUNTS

That's for Chris, you bastard!

Traitor!
Argh!

Argh!

John!

John, wait!

If you want to see John again,
you need to trust me, Carol.

Did Damian tell you to lie
about where he was this morning

in the event the police should ask?

Things got pretty bad for you,
didn't they?

So finding Carol and John
must've felt like a second chance.

You wanted Carol all to yourself.
John needed a father.

Hugo was just in the way, wasn't he?

Then, when you finally got
your hands dirty

at the building-society raid,

I think you were forced
by Gary Owens,

who blackmailed you
over Hugo's murder.

Gary's just a guy I got to know
playing basketball.

Look, whatever you've done...

...I know you're a good man
and that, deep down,

you want what's best
for me and John.

Especially John.

So if there's anything
you can do to help him,

anything... I beg you to do it.
PHONE RINGS

Vee. The last cell data
from Glenn's phone pinged

at the old Peacedean School
building.

We're sending Firearms there now.
OK, thanks.

It's you, isn't it, Damian?

Forensic gait analysis
is just one of the ways

that we are gonna prove it.

Call Seb and stand him down.

You need to save your stepson,
and you need to do it now.

JOHN SNIFFLES

CLATTERING,
DOOR CREAKS

DOOR CLOSES

There's a fire exit.

Stop!

Kneel down on the ground and
place your hands behind your backs.

Do it!

Seb, why?

Why did you kill Chris?
Chris?

Chris was gonna snitch,
and he got what was coming to him.

Damian knew I was the only one
with the balls to do it.

Just think about what you're doing.

Why is it you're wielding that gun
and not Damian?

And why are you cleaning up
the mess?

Taking all that risk?
It's cos he doesn't care.

He does not give a toss about you.

PHONE BUZZES

Sir?
Seb. How are you?

I've got the situation
under control, sir.

Both parties neutralised.
Neutralised?

'Pinned down, sir.'

What should I do?

SIRENS APPROACHING

Did you hear that?

Tell him to let John go, please.

I can't lose him.

You see...

...what you don't understand...

...is a lot of young men
feel worthless these days.

Ashamed, even.

Like they've committed
some unpardonable sin

before they were even born.

And if we deny these lads
any sense of self-worth...

...who can blame them
if they go and grab it...

...with predictably messy results?

Kill them both.
SHE GASPS

BREATHES HEAVILY

GRUNTING,
GUN FIRES

You coward!

Coward!

I hate you! I hate you!

John, put the gun down.

JOHN WHIMPERS
John.

Go on. Do it.
JOHN SOBS

Bit of time inside
might toughen you up.

Hey... give me the gun.

This isn't you.

Give me the gun.

OK. Thanks, Vee. Wait.

I don't know what you see
when you look in the mirror.

War hero. Mentor.

I'll tell you what I see -

just a pathetic little criminal
who has ruined those boys' lives.

You had me worried there
for a second, partner.

You know what? The beers are on you.

I mean, my phone and wallet are part
of an active crime scene now, so...

GRACE CHUCKLES
OK, fair enough.

Kevin Spinella might be joining us.
I'm not buying that bastard a drink.

THEY CHUCKLE

OK, John, you do not have to say
anything... No, please, you can't.

Oh, I think this might be for you.

'Hey, Ari.'
Glenn? I've been trying to call you.

Roy told me what happened.

Thank God you're all right
and you're not injured.

I think that's had enough heroics
for one day.

SCREAMING

Ari? Ari?

Ari, talk to me!
'Fire, help!'

Ari?
'Fire!'

SIREN BLARES

Ari?

You OK? Ari, you OK?

You OK? You're not hurt?

Are you sure?
You're not hurt? Promise? You OK?

Wait.
It's not mine. It's OK.

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