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You've not returned my calls. I'm doing all that I can.

I have urgent information regarding Mark Tanner.

Whoa. It's just a small thing I need to take care of.

Any funny business and I'm out of there.

HE GRUNTS Whoa!

I'll send you them, mate, hand myself in, give you the phone.

You just make sure I get a plea for manslaughter.

Well, if he contacts you again, let me know.

I don't want any more bloody heroics.

I don't feel very heroic. That's not Granger.

Your mate Ronnie. Yeah.

He ain't what you think.

To my oldest and greatest friend, Pierre Joseph Jeffreys.

I've never seen that one.

Is that Ronnie?

I was going to bring it tonight, but I just totally forgot.

What is all this in aid of, Pierre,

this field trip down memory lane in the middle of the night?

Are you going to share with me whatever it is that's bugging you?

What do you make of him?

Ronnie.

As long as I've known you, you've never asked me that question.

So?

I think he's great.

He loves you, he adores Eli.

Gets a bit much sometimes.

That's all part of the Ronnie charm.

How come you're asking me this now?

No reason. Pierre.

It's probably nothing.

What's he done?

I don't know yet.

I think you do. Cee, come on.

Is it serious?

No.

I mean...

I don't know.

Then come to bed.

Come on.

PHONE BUZZING

DCI Craig, hi. Granger showed up.

Did he have the phone? No sign of the phone.

Well, at least we got his testimony, right?

Granger won't be saying anything.

We got a tip-off and found him dead in a lock-up.

Looks like a heroin overdose.

SIREN WAILS

I'm sorry. I've got to go.

HE SIGHS HEAVILY

DOOR CLICKING

What are you doing loitering?

Miriam's been arrested again.

Let me guess. Uh, shoplifting? She scratched the arresting officer.

Oof! Should we call Pierre? For what?

You're on call. It's your case.

This could be my first to lead in court, though.

First time for everything, Daniel.

Off you go.

Ron! Oh! What?

Sorry to disturb your preparations.

Oh, my putting's been atrocious all year.

I've got the yips.

Oh, look at all this lovely mint.

I've been making some banging mojitos.

You'll have to try one when you're back on the sauce. Here.

You've never been much of a gardener, have you?

Celeste is the one with the green fingers, Ron, not me.

When I hang them all up,

this is me pottering around the garden.

You're still banging on about all that retirement bollocks.

We've done our shift, all the sacrifices,

weekends working.

No. Now it's time for us to sit back and enjoy what we got.

What is it? I always know when it's something.

You told me you didn't really keep in touch with Jimmy Vale.

I can see what you're thinking.

And when I asked you about Mark Tanner,

you said you didn't really know him.

I said I knew who he was. You said you'd heard of him.

Not that you were drinking champagne with his uncle,

arm in arm at his christening.

Look, half the officers in West London were invited to that. OK?

He was an arsehole.

And I'm embarrassed that I knew him.

But you used to go to those things

because you knew top brass was going to be there.

You and Vale look really cosy in that photo.

What do you expect me to do, have a scowl on my face?

That's how you got ahead in those days.

By networking with scumbags?

Look, did you ever defend a murderer or a nonce?

That's totally different, Ron. No.

You do things in work that you don't like, it's part of the job.

Look, I have an obligation to defend people.

That's the law. I have zero obligation

to drink champagne with a bunch of racists.

What do you want me to do? OK.

I knew what your reaction would be if I told you I knew him,

and it's exactly how you're reacting now.

Did I have my suspicions about Tanner?

Yes, of course I did. But did I have any evidence? No.

I would do anything for you. Anything.

But I'm a serving police officer.

I can't just start sharing wild theories

about colleagues or ex-colleagues,

no matter how much I think they're pricks.

Hang on, hang on.

Did you know that Jimmy Vale arranged the attack on Eli?

Not exactly, no.

What the fuck does that mean, Ron? You don't have to be psychic

to realise that if you're poking around

Jimmy Vale's nephew and someone has a pop at Eli,

then Jimmy Vale is probably behind it.

Yeah, but I didn't know that Vale and Tanner were related then, you did.

So why didn't you do something about it? Like what?

Oh, gee, Ron, let me think.

I don't know, you're the police, investigate it!

Fuck you! You do not realise how dangerous Vale was.

I think I do, Ron. He attacked my son.

Yeah, and my daughter was with him, right?

What happens if something happened to Shell?

Your obsession has put my daughter in danger

and I'm struggling big time to forgive you for that.

Sorry, all right.

It's emotional for me too. Clearly.

I can't bring Michael back, Pierre. We all know that this was Granger.

It's only a matter of time before we find him.

And when we do,

we've got the DNA evidence to nail that bastard.

Granger's dead.

Craig told me before I got here. Heroin overdose.

Oh, good. Problem solved.

I hope the bastard rots in hell.

So what more justice do you need, Pierre?

Why are you putting our families in danger?

Michael's aunt doesn't want him remembered as a drug dealer.

The kid doesn't deserve that legacy. No, no, no, no, I understand that.

I get it. But we've got our own families to look after.

I love you, but you need to let this go

before someone we love gets hurt, like proper hurt.

HE GROANS

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

PHONE RINGING

Hello. Alecia, hi.

Listen, we need to get a hold of Mark Tanner's phone.

On what grounds?

I believe it may have messages on it

evidencing him planting drugs on Michael Felton.

It's a long shot, I know, but file the request anyway, please.

Charlotte made an application for discovery

of a police officer's private property in the Mann case.

Ask for her help if you need it.

Straight away on this one, please. Yep. All right, on it.

Thank you.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

Is Pierre OK? I heard he was unwell.

I'm praying for him. I'll pass that on for you.

But, Miriam, let's talk about this. Let's talk about what happens next.

I know, plead guilty, accept the fine.

Don't reoffend. You drew blood... close to his eye.

It's not going to be

that straightforward this time around.

You see, you're being accused of assaulting an emergency worker.

OK? It's a much more serious offence.

And because you've got form,

they may very well not grant you bail.

The police are ready to interview you,

and they probably will charge you straight afterwards.

You'll be sent to court this afternoon in custody.

Then I go home?

If you plead not guilty,

the magistrates will set a trial date.

And then they'll decide whether or not

you can be released in the meantime.

But if you plead guilty...

...there's a strong possibility of a custodial sentence.

I can't go to prison.

No. No. No. No!

Miriam, I need I need you to hold it together.

It's Pierre I want, not you. He's not coming.

He's not coming. I need Pierre!

He can't come, all right? But listen to me, you've got me,

and I'm gonna do everything I can, I promise you.

Now, tell me, what do you want me to do?

Fancy a posh coffee?

I would, but, um...

What, you're running around when you should be resting?

Actually, I've got a diabetes class, so...

Right. Listen...

Pierre, um...

Look, I know this is the worst time, what with your health

and everything, and Michael Felton, but, uh...

I'm leaving.

Leaving?

David's firm has offered me a job, and I've accepted it.

What is it? A lot of tax, a bit of employment law.

When? A couple of months.

Although, you know, obviously I can take...

Why? Why?

Better hours, better pay, more respect. What do you mean, why?

Don't look at me like that.

We founded this place, Charlie,

me and you, from the ground up to make a difference.

Yeah, I know that. And I know you still care.

Yeah, but I can't do this anymore. Do you want to see me beg?

Oh, look, just behave. Is that what you want?

How many chances have I given you

just to sort yourself out and respect me for...

I will change! Come on! I know you won't!

Michael, Miriam, Amir,

you will always put these people first.

Those people need our help. Is that such a bad thing?

Well, for you, no. It's our job.

No, it's your job. It's what you've always been good at.

I'm just a bean counter. No, you're better than that!

You belong here. Pierre. No, no, I'm not listening.

I'm not listening. No, Pierre.

Look, I'm going to my diabetes class. You are not leaving.

No, I am. No, you're not.

Oh, for shit's sake!

MUFFLED CHATTER

HE BREATHES DEEPLY

PHONE BUZZING

Hiya. Leesh.

I'm shitting myself. Where are you? Why is there an echo?

I'm in the toilets. Are you actually shitting yourself?

No, I'm hiding in the toilets because I'm shitting myself.

I ain't been in yet. Miriam's due here any sec

but the magistrates are hearing her case.

So what are you doing in the toilet? I'm scared, all right.

You want me to say it? I'm scared.

It's my first lead case in court, and I'm scared.

So, go on, have a good laugh. I'm not laughing.

Alecia, You should have seen her face, mate,

when I mentioned she could get a custodial sentence.

She looked terrified.

I don't reckon she can cope. What if I let her down?

Listen to me, you're a good solicitor, OK?

You can do this.

You reckon? Yes. Believe in yourself.

OK. Yeah, I will. Thanks.

You're welcome.

Now piss off.

HE SIGHS HEAVILY

Sometimes it's hard to maintain good intentions.

The question is, when old habits are years in the making,

how do we form healthy ones?

See you all next week.

You, um...

You got time for a cup of tea?

Thank you, Danny. See, I told you you'd be fine with me.

Your first court case alone, right?

That obvious?

You remind me of my son. He's about your age.

I didn't know you had a son, Miriam.

And a daughter. Both grown up living their lives somewhere.

You couldn't give me a lift home?

I...I don't have a car.

But it would be my very great honour to escort you by bus.

Oh. Madam?

Thank you, kind sir.

HE CHUCKLES

When I asked you if there was anything

you needed to tell me about Ronnie...

...you didn't say anything.

But there was something you wanted to tell me, wasn't there?

But you weren't ready to hear it.

Well, I'm listening now.

Are you ready to HEAR, Pierre?

Yeah. Yeah, I am.

It's like a game to them.

25 points for a confession.

15 if we cry, 10 if we plead.

Whoever got the most points wins.

Confession? Mm, burglaries, muggings, you name it.

Whatever was on their slate that they wanted to clear.

"Get on your knees, black boy. Get on your fucking knees!"

"You gonna cry now?

"Does it hurt?

"You don't know what pain is.

"But you will."

I skipped from one corner of that room to the other.

The floor was cold.

I smelt bleach.

Like it had just been cleaned.

No, not bleach.

Disinfectant.

Yes. Pain was unbelievable.

I was writhing in the corner like a snake.

I had blood filling up in my mouth.

I was trying so hard to breathe...

...as every single one of their punches landed on me.

They put a plastic bag over my head.

Tightening it on the back.

Again, I couldn't breathe. It was suffocating me.

I thought, that's it, they're gonna kill me.

I'm gonna die.

Then they started on my knees.

Kicking, stamping.

It was like they knew I had just turned pro for Spurs

and they wanted to fuck that for me!

And they did.

My one true chance to be someone.

They took it away.

But then I was confessing to every bullshit charge they had.

They didn't care that I was innocent.

Neither did I.

Even though I was.

I just didn't...

I just didn't want that bag over my head again.

I just wanted him to stop.

Ronnie?

I was wondering when you were gonna ask me about him.

Was he there?

Yeah, Pierre.

He was there.

Are you sure?

I saw him. Your bro, your mate.

So...

...what are you gonna do, Pierre? Hm?

What's the plan?

What is it you think you can do?

MUSIC PLAYING

Fancy seeing you here.

Fancy a drink?

Well, it's my local. Same again, please, Teri.

What do you want?

Uh, lime and soda, please. Crisps?

Uh, no, probably best not, with your condition.

Thank you.

Your, um...

...Uncle Jimmy drink in here? Sometimes he does, yes.

Sorry to hear about your cousin.

Not breaking any news to you, am I? My sergeant told me.

But to be completely honest with you,

he's my cousin by marriage.

I barely knew him. Well enough to give him money, though.

Jase was an addict,

and I know you're not supposed to enable.

But, all said and done, he was family.

I met him. I heard.

He told me that you planted those drugs on Michael.

Why would I do that? I don't know, misplaced family loyalty.

Only it would appear that some family

are more important to Uncle Jimmy than others.

That's why Jason got killed to protect you.

HE LAUGHS

Who do you think we are, the Mafia? It was a heroin overdose.

It's convenient, though. Not for Jase.

It's a shame, though, innit?

I mean, if you'd have got Jason on record,

he'd have been considered a very reliable witness.

But what if...

What if there was some other evidence?

I don't know, something on Jason's phone,

talking about this with someone.

Or even better, discussing it with the people involved.

Jason's phone went missing.

See, that's the thing with police work.

Nine times out of ten, it's clear as day who did it.

And then some slimy solicitor turns up giving it the,

"Where's your evidence?"

And if you haven't got it, you got to let 'em go.

Good old British justice, eh?

It's a new phone.

My old one got lifted last week.

I'd had a few too many bevvies, took my eye off it.

My fault.

It's probably halfway to China by now.

I had to wipe it. And you know what, I hadn't backed it up.

Lost my contacts, messages, everything.

Real pain.

Why are you so important to your uncle?

What's he got in mind for you?

Don't know. He just wants to know

that the future of the police is in safe hands.

That's you, is it? Well, it's people like me.

People with my values. And let me guess,

those values don't include black or brown people.

I don't care what you look like, who you're shagging, any of that.

As long as you abide by our way of life.

And what is "our way of life" exactly?

Integration, pride in the flag, learning the language,

freedom of speech. It's not much to ask for.

But I just want to bring back a country

where people feel safe to walk home at night.

I hate to break it to you, Mark, but people stopped feeling safe

walking home late at night a long time ago.

Mainly because of your lot.

Are you gonna judge us all because of a few psychos?

Well, it's not just a few psychos, though, is it?

All right, you tell me this.

When you and your mates get mugged, who are you gonna call?

Apparently your Uncle Jimmy. He's the one arranging them.

Freedom of speech! You, my son, are an old-fashioned racist.

You call me son again, I'll call you my fucking boy!

Yeah, go on.

All those primal feelings you got raging inside,

let them out.

Can your heart not take it?

You're not gonna win.

There's more of me than there are of you.

And when I say me, I ain't talking skin colour either.

I'm talking about people who believe in, and call me old-fashioned,

proper British values.

Community, diversity,

respect, acceptance, tolerance.

Is this a John Lewis fucking Christmas ad?

People like Michael and his aunt,

whose boots you and that scumbag uncle of yours aren't fit to lick!

You talk about values.

Your uncle is a ten-a-penny thief taking backhanders

to pay for his villa in Spain,

a country whose language he can't even be bothered to fucking learn.

Fuck you...

My Uncle Jimmy sends his best to your mate Ronnie,

remembers him from back in the day.

He said he was a smug little prick even back then.

Did what he was told though.

You know what?

This place could be really great.

Just needs a bit more imagination.

PHONE BEEPS

What are you doing?

Get off me! Get off me!

Help me!

ENGINE REVVING

HE PANTS

HE GROANS

Stop moving, please.

HE GROANS

HE PANTS

How many black boys have you beat up down here, I wonder? Hey?

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

It's my turn, is it?

OK, OK, let's get it over and done with.

Oh! Oh, shit. Shit. No!

No! HE GROANS

Enough!

HE SCREAMS

HE COUGHS

Do you understand what's happening, Pierre?

For what it's worth, none of this was supposed to happen.

Not Michael, not your son, none of it.

Be that as it may...

PIERRE COUGHS

...I know you think you can get to us .

I'm sure you know by now I can get to you

and your loved ones any time I want.

Now, if there's some way of resolving this,

like you backing off, for instance, leaving my family alone,

you protecting yours, let's do it, hey?

Hey?

Go back to your job, Pierre, look after the little people.

PIERRE GASPS

From what I hear, you're blinding at it.

Respected.

You never know,

I might even throw some work your way.

Now...

...I suggest...

...you have a long, hard think about what I just said...

...and don't bother reporting it because I have friends

who'll say I were 200 mile away when you were grabbed.

This...

This never happened.

Hm? Mm.

PIERRE GASPS

This is your last warning.

Ah!

DOOR CLOSES

HE GROANS

Ah! Ah.

HE GROANS

HE GROANS

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

PHONE RINGING

Alecia. I've looked into our options

about getting hold of Tanner's phone.

There's no... Are you all right?

There's... there's no point.

There's no point. Is it your heart again?

He got rid of... He got rid of the phone, OK?

He got rid of it. It's too late. It's done.

What about the SIM card? Did you not hear me, Alecia?

It's done. It's too late. The phone is gone.

Fuck's sake. Yeah, you're scaring me.

Are you OK? I'm sorry. I'm fine. I'm absolutely fine.

I'll call you later.

I want him to be remembered for who he was,

Not how the police want to paint him.

Listen, Brenda.

Nothing's going to happen to Tanner, is it?

No. Hm.

Thank you for coming to tell me in person.

There'll be an inquest into Michael's death.

They'll name Granger as the killer.

But we're not going to get Tanner...

...even though we know he planted drugs...

...we can't prove it.

And if you or anybody else says that he did,

there's a good chance that Tanner will sue you.

Maybe even get his federation to back him.

And... you won't win.

So, on top of everything else,

you'll probably end up having to pay Mark Tanner money.

And that can't happen.

I let you down.

I made a promise that I couldn't keep.

I wanted to clear Michael's name, but...

...as always, I'm out of my bloody depth.

Pierre, has something happened to you?

HE SIGHS HEAVILY

We know who he is, Pierre.

And I've lived in this world, I know how it goes.

We don't always get what we deserve.

But that's the history.

We have to keep fighting, yeah?

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. It's OK.

This is your grief, not mine. This is all our grief.

I don't own it.

Any time this happens to one of our children, we are all grieving.

Trust me, I've cried plenty.

You're allowed tears too.

I should...

I should probably go. OK.

Thank you.

BOYS CHATTING

Take the shot.

Eli and Shell are upstairs and Pam's on the phone, so...

I know I've let you down and you're disappointed,

but I will make it up to you

no matter how long it takes, I promise.

Do you remember Soloman Crosby?

He had dreadlocks back in the day.

Do you remember him? He had trials to go pro. Spurs.

That's right, yeah.

He's a school caretaker. I remember.

Had you seen him elsewhere

before we saw him the other day at the school.

Every now and again, yeah. Right.

He says he was arrested by Jimmy Vale back when he was a PC.

Yeah. Said Vale took him down the cells at Fenwick,

and, to put it mildly, beat the shit out of him.

Vale was with another officer, Neil Harmon.

I remember Neil.

He said they really went to town on him.

Apparently it was just a game, you know,

like whoever beats up the most coons wins.

Mate... He said everyone knew what Vale was like.

So as soon as the beating started, he just gave him everything.

He didn't even try to front it out, confessed to some burglary

he hadn't even done. Well, they all say that, don't they?

Have you spoken to him recently?

Today, actually. I mean, it all ties in with the dates.

Vale was there and Harmon was there.

Yeah, well, I don't know how to say it,

but Soloman's had his own issues over the years.

He said that you were there.

He told me about the amount of blood that was pouring out of his mouth,

about lying on a cold, hard floor

whilst they were stamping on his knees

and putting a plastic bag over his head.

Mate... I mean, why would he lie about something like that?

I'm not saying he is lying. So you were there?

You saw what they did to him?

Just because he's not lying, it doesn't make it reliable.

Well, why would you make something like that up?

I'm just saying, you know what witnesses are like.

You put an idea in their head and...

Oh, no, Ron, Ron, I didn't suggest you were there.

He saw me the other day.

I'm not saying what he said Jimmy and Neil did didn't happen,

I'm just saying I was not there.

You told me you barely saw Jimmy Vale once you graduated.

But you were at Fenwick with him for six weeks.

I hated it, and I put in for a transfer.

Were you in the room, Ron?

When they beat him like an animal.

When he was writhing around on that floor begging for them to stop,

were you in the room?

You know me. You know me, mate.

Yeah, I know you. And I know when you're lying.

I swear to you, I was not there.

Ron... I swear.

Don't lie to me! Keep your voice down.

Please, Ron.

Please don't lie to me. I know you were there.

RONNIE WEEPS

I swear I never laid a finger on him.

They wanted me to, but I didn't, I promise.

And that makes it OK, that you didn't touch him,

you just let it happen? What did you want me to do?

You were supposed to stop it, Ron. Stop Jimmy Vale? He was a psycho.

I mean, you could have reported it or something.

What would that have done, hm?

His dad was a copper, his uncle, his granddad.

They were fucking worse than he was. Where would that have got me?

I mean, you could have tried, Ron.

You're not being fair.

I was a young man. I was just young.

So was Soloman Crosby.

So was Michael.

That could have been me. No.

That could have been Eli.

I need you to know that Soloman has expressed

a wish to make an official complaint about this incident.

And you'll be named. You can help him.

My relationship with you means I can't,

but I will help him find representation.

All right, you two, what is going on?

Don't do this. It's done.

It's done.

I just wanted you to hear it from me.

How could you be so weak, man? What's happening?

Why are you both shouting? Ask your dad.

Are you OK?

What did Eli say?

He listened.

He's pretty upset with Ron, but I think with me also.

It's a lot to take in.

You know, the worst thing is...

...I can't help wondering if the roles were reversed...

...would I have done anything different from him?

You know, am I asking too much?

If the roles were reversed, you would need to be held to account.

But they weren't. And you aren't.

The world is what it is.

Thing is, Cee...

...I don't really know what to do next. Yes, you do.

It's what you always do.

You fight.

You fight, my love.

PIERRE WEEPS

Wow, you look fantastic! Thank you. Likewise.

Ooh, here is my other handsome man.

Oh, looking sharp, kid. Mm.

You look all right yourself, old man.

Mm.

HE LAUGHS

Come on in. Come on. Come on.

Group hug.

Ah!

Mm. OK.

Let's go do this.

Michael was kind and funny...

...and always generous with his time.

He loved sport, especially basketball.

He was cheeky and smart...

...and annoying.

Today is not a day for anger or sadness.

We've had plenty of those days and there'll be more to come.

Today is a day for laughter and joy.

Love and life

and light and music, yeah?

Yeah! So let's celebrate Michael.

To Michael.

To Michael.

Oh, thank you. You know what, I'm going to miss you, Charlotte.

The swagger. Don't!

Sorry, what's this? Have I never told you two?

Yeah, and they don't need to know.

Well, yeah, I think we do now.

All the stations in the manor

used to have a nickname for Charlotte back in the day.

They called her Miss Swagger. Who called you Miss Swagger?

I don't think there was a cop around who didn't tremble with fear

at the sight of Charlotte swaggering through their station.

And you promised me you wouldn't call me that anymore.

Sorry. Sorry, sorry.

Come on, Mr Headman, do you want to show me those moves?

Right you are. Come on.

PIERRE CHUCKLES

Ah, this is great. Yeah, it is.

Oh, don't. Don't. Look, come on, don't make me cry.

I'm not gonna cry. All right, cheer up.

You know you're gonna find someone to replace me soon enough.

I'll find someone to take over from you, Charlie, for sure, 100%.

Replace you? You're having a laugh.

You're just telling me what you think I want to hear.

Yeah, and I hope it's working. Stop it.

Can't blame me.

Maybe you'll change your mind and stay. Not a chance.

Either way, what I said stands.

Barrett and Warnock are bloody lucky to have you.

PHONE CHIMES

Enjoying the celebrations? I am actually.

It's strange, isn't it, enjoying something like this.

That's what Brenda wants.

I need you to do something. Not for me, but for Brenda.

When the police re-release their statements

about Michael's death and Granger's involvement,

don't mention drugs.

Don't let that be a part

of the public accounts of what happened. Please?

I can do that. Thank you.

Such a waste. I know.

Come on, let's go.

Careful, Pierre. Is this some kind of joke?

This is still my manor.

I wouldn't let them people in there hear you say that.

Or see you, for that matter. I suggest you leave.

I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, on duty.

You here to issue another threat?

I have no idea what you're talking about, Mr Jeffreys.

But if you feel as if a threat has been made against your life,

I suggest you report it. And I am very sorry to hear that.

I bet you are.

Errand boy.

I came here alone. No one tells me what to do.

No one.

You think you know me, Pierre, but you don't.

And it is in all of our interests

that we avoid any further unpleasantries.

Don't you think?

I believe the party is in there, Pierre.

Not out here.

Off you pop then.

HE SCOFFS

The absolute brass neck of him showing up here like that.

Yeah, well, he's going now. What did he want?

Was he trying to scare you?

What are you going to do?

You know me, Cee.

I'll do what I always do.

'Ain't No Mountain High Enough' by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell

Subtitles by Red Bee Media