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[indistinct radio chatter]

MAN:
Unbelievable.
Where did we send Bogdan?

WOMAN:
Chicken Manor.

-MAN:
And where'd he go?
-[woman sighs]

WOMAN:
Chicken Chow. Rookie mistake.

MAN:
Bullshit.

'Cause he didn't want to walk
the extra two minutes.

Watch him return
like he went to Chicken Manor.

-WOMAN: South Sutton to Control.
-MAN ON RADIO: Go ahead.

WOMAN: BOP in progress
outside the Saltwood Castle
on Wexley Road.

Several D and Ds.
Be advised, this could escalate.

-What you thinking, Becky?
-BECKY: Assault?

-We'll take a look.
-This ain't gonna escalate.

-[door closes]
-BECKY: Yeah, you said that
last time.

-MAN: How was Chicken Manor?
-BOGDAN: You said Chicken Chow.

Tsk.

This ain't no assault.

BOGDAN:
Really? Why is that?

MAN: Look at his fingers.
They're straight-- they're not
curled into a fist.

Footsteps are broad,
but shoulders are hunched,
defensive.

Sutton South to Control.

[theme music playing]

-[cell door closes]
-[inmates chattering]

[line ringing]

-WOMAN OVER PHONE: Shaun?
-Is everything alright
for tomorrow?

-
[woman sighs] If.
-
Yeah, I know. If.

-Is she there?
-She's brushing her teeth.

L
o
ok, Karen, if things don't go
my way today, will you just...

[cell door alarm buzzes]

You keep Jaycee away
from the TV tonight, please?

She's got her own
tablet, Shaun.

[sighs]
Yeah. I'll do what I can.

Shaun...

good luck today.

POLICE OFFICER:
Emery!

[laughing]

It's nice on the inside.

-Mm.
-Well, you better
get used to it.

-We're here
at least twice a week.
-[woman yelling]

[indistinct chattering]

WOMAN:
How do you not know?
Tell me-- look at me.

Look at me. Tell me,
what can I say to him, please?

-BOY: Mum, he said he don't--
-WOMAN: No, no. I'm not
having it!

WOMAN:
It doesn't make sense!
You know it doesn't make sense.

Ma'am, do you mind
if I take the lead on this one?

WOMAN:
I know you're keeping something.

I know you're keeping
something from me. Stop it!

-BOY: Mum...
-[woman crying] No!

WOMAN 2:
Zain.

Do you have any idea

why the people
that attacked your brother...

didn't hurt you?

They didn't see me.

He says he was in his bedroom
on his computer games.

-ZAIN: I was.
-And they didn't hear you?

My headset.

Well, your mum
thinks there's something
you're not telling us,

and if I'm honest, Zain,
I agree with her.

[cell phone buzzing]

WOMAN 2:
Look, at the end of the day,

all you're doing
by not telling us the truth

is protecting the people
who did this.

WOMAN 3:
He's not protecting them,
he's scared.

No, I'm not.
I didn't even know
they was here.

[cell phone buzzing]

ZAIN: You think I'd have
carried on playing if I'd known
what was happening?

I'd have gone in
and saved Yusi, innit?

W
hat have you got, Zain? A PS4?

Yeah.

-WOMAN 4: What game do you play?
-WOMAN 3: Does it matter?

Fortnite.

-WOMAN 4: Online, right?
-Yeah.

Do you mind
if we take the console
with us today?

-Could be helpful.
-ZAIN: Why?

We can see what time
you were playing and who with.

It allows us to contact
the other players in the group

to see if anyone recorded
the game play,

which would give us
audio from your headset mic
at the time of the incident.

It may have picked up voices
from the living room.

Or it might show that you
weren't on PlayStation
at the time.

In which case,
we'd need to come back,

ask you what
you were really doing
when your brother was attacked.

You can't take my PS4.

T
h
ere's no shame in being scared.

There is no shame
in hiding under your bed

and shaking with fear
'til your mum came home.

It must've been terrifying.

You couldn't help yourself
last night.

Your mum would've lost two sons
if you'd have tried.

But if you saw...

even a glimpse
of the people who did this,

then you can get justice
for now.

[horns honking]

-REPORTER:
Good morning, Commander Hart.
-Morning. Morning.

-[reporters clamouring]
-You okay?

I'm okay. Ahem.

Today marks the conclusion
of one of the most urgent
investigations

I've had the privilege
to oversee.

The four individuals
sentenced this morning

had the means, the intent,

and the automatic weaponry

to launch
a devastating machine-gun attack
on the streets of London.

Thanks to the tenacity
of our counterterrorism
officers,

that nightmare
did not become a reality.

Working in tandem
with security service,

-we are finally...
-[car horns honking]

HART: We are finally stemming
the tide of terror plots.

I think that's all
you're gonna get from me,
ladies and gentlemen.

Thanks very much. Thank you.

[reporters clamouring]

Oh, here she is!
You missed the sentencing
on your own case!

Oh, I'm busy on a new one.

You're coming
down the Crown, Carey.
Governor's getting them in.

Ah, I can't, I've been moved
to Homicide, so...

-
You can still drink with us.
-
Yeah, maybe come down later.

One last time?

-[car horns honking]
-[indistinct chattering]

-CAREY: What's got
the cabbies so excited?
-Shaun Emery's appeal.

-The soldier.
-Ah.

-SOLDIER 1: Let's go!
-SOLDIER 2: Get up there!

S
O
LDIER 2: Keep going!

[explosion]

SOLDIER 2:
Let's go, they're coming down!
They're coming down!

-
[gunshots]
-
[explosion]

-
SOLDIER 2: Coming down!
-
SHAUN: Get fucking back!

[explosion]

[soldier 2 shouting]

[panting]

PROSECUTOR:
"Get fucking back."

-Who were you
talking to, Mr. Emery?
-The Taliban insurgent.

-You're sure about that?
-I believed he was reaching
for a weapon, or an IED--

I'm aware
of the defence argument,
Mr. Emery.

I remember it well
from your court martial.

Despite being disarmed

and severely wounded,

you thought the man
was trying to blow you up,

so you shot him at close range
with your handgun.

My primary weapon
was out of ammunition--

PROSECUTOR:
The part that still
doesn't make sense

is why you said,
"Get fucking back,"

after firing the round.

-Did you know you were
being recorded?
-No.

PROSECUTOR:
You had no idea Private Darby
was wearing this helmet-cam?

SHAUN:
You tend not to notice stuff
like that

when you're
engaged in a gunfight
with Taliban insurgents.

-[helmet-cam clattering]
-I maintain you were well aware.

SOLDIER 1:
Coming down!

PROSECUTOR:
While the camera
is pointed away, you shoot.

Only after the camera turns,
catching you in the act
of firing your weapon,

do you issue the cry,
"Get fucking back."

SHAUN:
Get fucking back!

[explosion]

You were speaking
to Private Darby,
the cameraman,

not, as you claim,
the Taliban prisoner.

He can't get back,
because you have just put
a bullet in his chest.

You executed a prisoner

in cold blood,

and didn't want it caught
on camera.

No.

Well then, please explain.

I'm sorry, Mr. Emery,

but in my opinion,
you have provided no cause

to reconsider your conviction
nor your sentence.

Thank you.

JUDGE:
Does the defence
have any questions?

None, my Lord.

The defence calls Marcus Levy.

I swear by Almighty God
that the evidence I shall give

shall be the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing
but the truth.

Mr. Levy...

please tell us what it is
that you do professionally.

I'm a senior video engineer
and broadcast consultant.

Any career highlights
that we should know about?

MARCUS:
My personal highlight,

b
r
oadcasting the FA Cup Final,
1991, Spurs, Nottingham Forest.

-[people chuckling]
-ATTORNEY: Tottenham fan?

MARCUS:
Well, as long as there's a seat
for me in the executive box.

ATTORNEY:
I see, but as for your career,
I think you're being modest.

I was senior
broadcasting engineer

for Sky Sports for 22 years.

I pioneered the use
of cameras embedded in goalposts
for football coverage,

cameras in wickets
for cricket promos, in-car
cameras for motor racing.

According to Wikipedia,
I revolutionized
televised sport.

I'm sure Mr. Levy's career
is very impressive, Ms. Roberts,

b
u
t if you could begin getting to
the point?

MS. ROBERTS:
Would it be true to say that
you are highly knowledgeable

in the use of helmet-cams,

such as the one used
to record the evidence
in this case?

The Pulse R70.
I've tested them, I've...

-MS. ROBERTS: You're not a fan?
-Poor man's GoPro.

What is it
that doesn't pass muster?

Well, how long
have you got? [scoffs]

JUDGE: Not long.

MS. ROBERTS: Presumably,
it's the poor picture quality?

MARCUS:
No, the resolution
is comparable to the GoPro.

So what is it, the audio?

Well... [chuckles]

the onboard mic
is obviously useless,

b
u
t I wouldn't expect to use a
mini-cam to record sound.

MS. ROBERTS:
Right. So what is it then,
Mr. Levy?

What is it that you don't like
about this camera?

The drift.

Sorry, the...

The drift, the lag,
the slippage.

-Perhaps you might use
more layperson's terms.
-JUDGE: Indeed.

The "drift"
is when the audio lags

behind the video.

The audio lags behind the video?

-Making it out of sync.
-By how much?

MARCUS:
Well, depends how long
you leave it in record.

First five minutes,
you probably won't see it.

Fifteen minutes,
drifted a few frames.

S
o
, you'll see people talking out
of sync.

You'll hear a ball kicked
after the bloke's kicked it.

Gets exponentially worse
from there.

MS. ROBERTS:
So how far out would it be

if a camera was left running,
for say, an hour?

Five or six.

-MS. ROBERTS: Frames?
-Seconds.

Five seconds out of sync?

Right, well, I suggest
it pertinent that we watch
the video footage

correctly synchronized
at the earliest opportunity.

-JUDGE: Agreed.
-Excellent, we have it here.

MS. ROBERTS:
Under Mr. Levy's guidance,

-we started the audio earlier
by the estimated five seconds.
-[explosion]

And I am sure you'll agree,

it now makes much more sense.

-[explosion]
-[gunshots popping]

SHAUN:
Get fucking back!

-[explosion]
-[gunshots popping]

MS. ROBERTS:
Lance Corporal Emery
can't explain

why he said, "Get fucking back,"

after he shot
the Taliban insurgent
because he didn't.

He said it before.

SHAUN:
Get fucking back!

-[explosion]
-[gunshots popping]

MS. ROBERTS:
My client has been
court-martialled,

convicted, and incarcerated
for six months

based on erroneous
video evidence.

His conviction is unsafe,

and I suggest it be overturned
with immediate effect.

[indistinct murmuring]

[police siren blaring]

-
How's the CCTV trawl?
-
Just getting started.

Have you put out
a call for anyone matching
the boy's descriptions?

Of course.

-[indistinct chattering]
-[phones ringing]

MAN:
Boydie's been asking
after you, ma'am.

I've been
at the Sycamore sentencing.

T
h
irty-two years minimum for
Cole, 26 for Alisha.

Longest terror sentencing
since 2008.

Ah.

I
s
your Mitcham report a threat or
a promise?

CAREY:
Sir, I e-mailed it to you
this morning.

MAN:
DI Carey's had the right result
in court, guv.

Operation Sycamore.

Longest terror sentencing
since 2008.

Ringleader got 32 years min.

Grant's team charged a bloke
with rape and double-murder
this morning.

We'll be lucky if he gets 15.

[computer chimes]

MAN:
That's about as much praise
as you'll get from Boydie.

He's like that with your lot.

My lot?

Fast-trackers.

He knows you're gonna get
promoted and moved on
in no time,

so he makes your life a misery
while he's got the chance.

Naturally.

MAN:
"Draft Dodgers," he calls you.

Because you pretty much skipped
your stint in uniform.

-Thinks you're all
a bunch of snowflakes.
-And what do you think, Patrick?

-Of?
-My lot. "Draft Dodgers."

You've just taken
four ISIS off the streets.
You're alright by me, ma'am.

[school bell rings]

[children chattering]

Hello.

-You won.
-SHAUN: Yeah, I came
straight here.

I can see.

KAREN: Well done.

Uh, we said
you'd see her tomorrow.

I couldn't wait.

I heard a rumour that the best
butterfly dancer in the world
comes to this school.

Is it true?

She's not doing dance anymore.

BOY:
Why is that soldier man here?

Look, this is
all a bit of a shock,
to be honest, Shaun.

I didn't think that you...

Can we just stick
to the arrangements from now on?

No more surprises.

-
Yeah.
-
Right.

Daddy is gonna
pick you up tomorrow.
Alright, Jaycee?

SHAUN:
And I'll take you
wherever you want to go.

Y
o
u want to go get ice cream?

-SHAUN: Pizza?
-Aquarium.

SHAUN:
Aquarium?

Ah, alright,
well, I'll take you
to the aquarium then.

This is nice.

SHAUN: And tomorrow,

I won't come dressed
as a soldier, alright?

I'll come dressed as a pirate.

KAREN:
Alright, we're gonna...
we're gonna miss our bus, yeah?

I love you.

MS. ROBERTS:
We welcome the Judges'
decision,

-and we would like to thank
Shaun's supporters...
-[cameras clicking]

w
h
o have campaigned for his release for the last six months.

-[all cheering]
-Since his imprisonment,

my client has been stigmatized
as a criminal.

He has suffered
with depression and anxiety,

and has endured
defamatory accusations

against his character
and his conduct.

-REPORTER:
Today, judges have ruled...
-MAN: Well done, Shauny.

-...was unreliable
and technically unsound.
-MAN: Come on!

[all cheering]

I'll make this quick,

'cause I know
it's nearly past my bedtime

-and Jeanie's giving me
the evil eye.
-[laughter]

JEANIE:
What do you mean, nearly?

-You're normally
passed out by now.
-[laughter]

Yeah, well,
it's a special night.

'Cause now, everyone knows

what we've always known

about my grandson,
Shaun, that...

You're not a bad lad
are you, son?

Thank you.

[applause]

[man whistles]

Your mum and dad would be proud.

-[all cheering]
-MAN 1: Speech! Speech!

MAN 2: Go on, Shauny!

I
d
on't do speeches. I don't do
speeches.

I don't do them. [grunts]

-
Alright, um...
-
[all chuckle]

Alright, look,
I just want to say
thank you, really,

to all you lot,
for supporting me.

-Uh...
-MAN: You're welcome!

-
Thank you.
-
[laughter]

SHAUN: Uh, yeah, and look,
there are two people
in this room

t
h
at fought for me, and fought
for me,

and believed in me
when not everyone did,

not even people
in my own regiment.

A
n
d
that's this man here-- my
solicitor, Charlie Hall, so...

-[applause]
-[man whistles]

SHAUN:
Thank you.

A
n
d if I could choose anyone to
take into battle with me,

it would be my barrister,
Hannah Roberts.

-[all cheering]
-SHAUN: Thank you.

MAN: Jimmy wants to know
if you're available
for sex offenders!

[laughter]

HART: Today marks the
conclusion of one of the most
urgent investigations...

-CAREY: You made it.
-HART: Hey.

-I thought
they would've cut me out.
-I'm sure they tried.

One empathizes.

...to launch a devastating
machine-gun attack on the
streets of London.

REPORTER:
The suspects claimed
they had no connection

to the Birmingham-based
arms dealer.

This CCTV footage
says otherwise.

HART:
Damn right it does.
And here's the one who found it.

If there's any justice
in this world, you'll get
a commendation for this.

-Don't do me any favours.
-I know the rules.

I'm just saying,
Sycamore was your op, Rach.

You saw it before any of us.

-You believed me.
-Well, you're very convincing.

[chuckles] I thought
I was "A stuck-up student,
trying to prove herself."

"Fast-track princess."

-Fuck you.
-[both chuckling]

You won us all round, alright?

Y
o
u might be Homicide, but you're
SO15 family.

Don't you forget it.

[Carey sighs]

Why do we have
to give each other up?

I
can think of several reasons.

[cell phone buzzing]

There's one for a start.

-[cell phone buzzing continues]
-It's fine, take it.

J
u
st say whatever you need to say.

[Hart inhales, exhales]

HART:
Yeah, I know I'm silly...

["Affair" playing
on earphones]

["Angels" playing]

♪ And through it all ♪

♪ She offers me protection ♪

So, if you're not gonna
drink-drink, how are you
gonna celebrate your freedom?

[singing continues]

The main thing
I'm looking forward to

i
s
spending time with my daughter.

A
n
d then what? What's next for
the famous Shaun Emery?

-To not be famous.
-[Ms. Roberts chuckles]

Just want a normal life now.

Are you still thinking
about suing?

Uh, the way I see it...

the MOD, they saw a video
that they thought
showed a crime.

All I want from them
is my job back.

Well, they better
give you your job back,
or I'll sue them myself.

-Yeah? [chuckles]
-[laughs]

Y
e
ah, it's just-- You know,
that...

that camera thing.

Well, I can't take
any credit for that.
That was all Charlie.

-[chuckles, sighs]
He's a clever bastard.
-Yeah.

It proved the evidence
was moody.

But that's it.

It don't prove my innocence.

[chuckles]
What, do you want
to reopen the trial?

Everyone's looking at me
like I done it.

-No.
-Yeah, they are.

Like I killed a bloke
in cold blood,

and got off
on some technicality.

I know it. I see--
I see what they're thinking.

You reacted
on a soldier's instinct.

Do you believe that?

You thought he was reaching
for a weapon.

But do you believe me, Hannah?

Yes.

Yes. I believe you.

MAN:
Shauny!

-Come here.
-You alright, mate?

Mwah! Ain't he good-looking?

Yeah, I've always said,
if I had to do a bloke,
it would be Shauny.

-It would be me. Lovely.
-It would be.

-SHAUN: Really.
-And you saved him, hey?

Now, we know who to call
next time you kill a Muslim.

What the fuck
is the matter with you?

[men clamouring]

-Calm down!
-Close your fucking mouth.

-Close your mouth.
Close your mouth.
-Hey. Come here, come here.

-[men clamouring]
-[glasses shattering]

Fuck, I haven't fucking
done anything.

-MAN:
What's wrong with you?
-I'm through with you.

-Shaun. Come on.
-Oh, come on, mate.
I don't want to...

MAN:
It's-- it's not...
it's not what you think, Shaun.

You need to relax, Shauny.

D
on't worry, she's all over ya.

What you on about?

Posh girl. She likes ya.

She's my barrister.

Correction--
wasyour barrister.

It's allowed now, innit?
You can have a go.

That's if you ain't
forgotten how. [chuckles]

So, come on. Talk to me, Shauny.

What's going on, huh?
What's going through your head?

What's going through
my head is "Why'd I follow
Matty Forester into the toilet?"

-It's not what
you think, Shauny.
-Aye.

That's exactly what I thought.

-Well, if I said it was that,
you wouldn't have come.
-Ah!

Just 'cause you gave up
booze don't mean you
have to be a monk!

[party music playing]

SHAUN:
Charlie. You seen Hannah?

I thought she was with you.

[engine starts]

-[door opens, closes]
-[indistinct radio chatter]

MAN:
Unbelievable.
Where did we send Bogdan?

-BECKY: Chicken Manor.
-MAN: And where'd he go?

[sighs] Chicken Chow.

Rookie mistake.

MAN:
Bullshit.

All 'cause he didn't want
to walk the extra two minutes.

Watch him return
like he went to Chicken Manor.

-[car door closes]
-SHAUN: Hannah!

Shaun?

SHAUN:
Would it be you?

If I sued the MOD,
would it be you representing me?

Or would it be some
specialized lawsuit barrister?

Only 'cause...

I don't want you
to represent me anymore.

Not 'cause you're not the best,
'cause you are.

It's just, you know, if...

If you were
to represent me again,
then I wouldn't be able to...

ask you out.

[chuckles]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Look, I know me and you
are different, and...

your mates, they don't hang
about in estate pubs in Croydon,

m
a
king jokes about Muslims and
sex offenders, but...

N
o
, really, I ain't like that,
either.

Yeah, this is where
I'm from, but...

I've done my best
to get away from it.

It's probably why I joined up
in the first place, just--

[both chuckle]

Aside from the estate pubs
in Croydon,

[sighs]
we're really not that different.

No.

-HANNAH: Ahem.
-[sniffs]

Your granddad's right about you.

You're not bad.

Not at all.

[sighs] I've got to get on this.

I'll give you a lift.

You got a boyfriend?

[chuckles] I'll call you.

I'm sorry.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Sutton South to Control.

WOMAN ON RADIO:
Go ahead.

Assault in progress.
Ramilies Road, Bus Stop Z.

[cell phone buzzing]

CAREY:
You should get home.

This it, then?

[sighs] Yeah.

-[door opens, closes]
-[sighs]

[siren wailing]

W
O
MAN: Ma'am.

Morning, ma'am.
Take it you've had a look
at the video?

How did we manage
to lose a high-risk suspect?

Uniform followed him
into a blind spot.

That's the last they saw of him.

Didn't the PSSOs monitor
the periphery feeds?

-PSS?
-Public Space Surveillance.

P
A
TRICK: CCTV ops.

They monitored it live, ma'am,
but there were no other...

No other cameras in range.

-Eyewitnesses?
-No eyewitnesses,
no sign of the victim.

U
h
, probably safe to assume she
ended up in the vehicle.

ANPR?

A 1996 Rover 620,

registered to an old fella
in Croydon.

What about facial rec
on the suspect?

[chuckles]

Uh, we don't have
those resources to hand, ma'am.

[sighs]

[cell phone buzzing]

Traitor.

CAREY: Uh, it's called
being promoted.

I suppose you're out,
celebrating your success?

Actually, I'm trying to ID
a high-risk suspect
from a smudge.

Know anyone
who might be good at that?

MAN: Funny, I could've sworn
Rachel Carey left
this department.

She did. I saw her leave.

So why is she still bending
my ear for favours?

Don't know, guv.
Maybe she misses us.

So are you lot gonna
run a facial rec for me,
or shall I call Ops Room Two?

-Ouch.
-That's uncalled for.

Send us the capture.

[engine stops]

[door opens]

[man snoring]

We have a contender.

CAREY:
Great. Let me see.

-
Sending.
-
Blimey.

Y
o
u do pick them. Don't you,
Carey?

-[cell phone buzzes]
-Received.

Who is it?

We need to call Comms.

[sirens wailing]

[kisses]

You sure you want
to go in this heavy?

You saw the CCTV.

-[door slams]
-COP 1: Armed police!
Don't move!

Armed police!

Armed police!
Just stay where you are!

-SHAUN: Granddad?
-Down on your knees!

-Down on your knees!
-SHAUN: Okay, okay, okay!

SHAUN: I'm down. I'm down,
I'm down. Granddad?

-Shaun!
-COP 1: Don't move!

-
COP 2: Stay down!
-
[yells] Old man!

-MR. EMERY: Get out!
-COP 2: Stay where you are!

CAREY: Stay where you are,
Mr. Emery, stay where
you are, please.

Shaun Emery? I'm Detective
Sergeant Flynn.

-PATRICK: This is
Detective Inspector Carey.
-Yeah, and?

-Where were you tonight?
-I was out.

-PATRICK: Where?
-At your sister's house.

CAREY:
Mr. Emery, stay where you are.
Please, stay where you are.

-CAREY: I need
some help here, Captain.
-Granddad?

MR. EMERY:
Leave right now!
Leave me alone!

PATRICK:
Could you just calm down?

-Granddad, calm down!
-[Mr. Emery yells]

CAREY: Your granddad's okay.

-Property's clear, ma'am.
-PATRICK: Mr. Emery--

MR. EMERY:
Just get out of my house now!

Where is she?

Who?

Take me to the car.

PATRICK:
Secure the vehicle.

Clear.

Are you gonna tell me
what this is about?

Tell Forensics
to compound the car.

-Why?
-Where's the girl
you were with earlier?

Yeah, I was with my barrister.

Shaun Emery, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of assault,
kidnapping,

-and perverting
the course of justice.
-What?

You do not have
to say anything...

-What the fuck
are you talking about?
-...but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention
when questioned something
you later rely on in court--

-[officer grunting]
-[Shaun grunting]

CAREY: Firearm support!

COP 1:
Lie down, lie down!

-COP 1: Lie down!
-[grunts]

-COP 2: Stop! Stay down!
-COP 3: Hey...

Ah!

[phone ringing]

DS Latif.

CAREY:
Nadia, it's Rachel.
Can I borrow you?

Uh, not really, I'm still
on the Douglas Estate trawl.

Well, I'll need you
to delegate that.

LATIF: Why?

Nadia, like it or not,

you're on my team,
and I'm the SIO.

So, when I say,
"Can I borrow you,"

the answer is "Yes, Rachel,"
or "Yes, ma'am."

I've got a kidnapping
with a high-profile suspect
and a missing victim.

I don't have time
to persuade you of the urgency.

Ma'am.

[inhales, exhales] Uh...

I need a background check
on Hannah Roberts,

barrister to Shaun Emery.

Yes, ma'am.

[exhales]

Guessing you're used to things
running a bit smoother
over in SO15.

-Mind me asking why you left?
-It's, um...

Tsk, it's temporary.

Before they let you run
your own counter-terror ops,
you need to prove

that you can run a high-profile
murder or kidnapping.

Better not fuck this up, then.

-[back-up alarm beeping]
-[machine whirring]

C
a
n someone tell me why I was
woken up

by the press department
instead of you?

You do know
that your suspect's
a national hero?

Well, that's why I called Comms
immediately, sir.

I imagine we'll want
to keep this out of the press
'til we charge him.

-Uh, 100 percent.
-PATRICK: You won't have
long to wait.

-Do we know who the victim is?
-We believe it's his
barrister...

Hannah Roberts.

Work in progress, ma'am.

Human Rights specialist.

LATIF: She's something
of a rising star,
by all accounts.

High-profile cases,
MOD war crimes, terrorism...

-Got an address for me?
-LATIF: She lives alone
in a flat in Fulham.

I'm on it.

Should've called me first.

[man sighs]

-Well, I appreciate it.
-[door closes]

We need to collate every inch
of the suspect's journey
on CCTV.

Uniform lost him
at the first blind spot
he went through,

so where did he go
between there and home?

Okay, I'll start the trawl.

Oh, not here.
We need it done fast.

-[cell phone buzzes]
-[indistinct chattering]

-Did you find your suspect?
-CAREY: I'm not at liberty
to say.

-Congratulations.
-What time are you leaving?

I've never left. I never will.

-I'm sending someone to see you.
-OPERATOR: Rich Food is mobile!

No can do, Carey. Busy.

You'll need
to stop off at Mario's.

[faint beep]

-[keyboards clicking]
-[radio, voices overlapping]

WOMAN:
Can we have
a confirmation drive-by?

Sir?

-DS Latif. Rachel Carey sent me.
-[paper bag rustling]

She said to, um...

-bring you this, from Mario's.
-Who's he meeting?

-OPERATOR:
Unknown, sir.
-MAN: Grey team on standby.

-Grey team standing by.
-[keyboard clicking]

R
un facial rec on that unknown.

-Running facial rec.
-Is that a breakfast brioche?

Oh, sorry. Yes, yes.

MAN:
Phillips!

PHILLIPS:
Guv?

Give DS... Latif?

Yeah.

MAN:
Give DS Latif
whatever she wants.

[paper bag rustling]

-
Make him a target.
-
OPERATOR: Yes, sir.

-So you're working
with Rachel Carey?
-Yeah.

-[cell phone buzzing]
-Patrick.

I'm standing in Hannah Roberts's
living room, ma'am.

No sign of Roberts,

and nothing to suggest
she made it home last night.

Recover all devices
from the property

and get yourself
back here, please.

It's time we started
talking to the one person
who can tell us where she is.

Hannah? It's me. Call me.

O
u
r golden boy's in trouble again.

CAREY:
Assault, kidnapping,
resisting arrest,

assaulting a police officer.

[sighs] Drop the last two
right off the bat,

and we'll think about
not suing you.

-For?
-For the trauma

y
o
ur tactical officers inflicted
on Emery Sr.

You're new to Homicide,
aren't you?

I've been in SO15
for the last four years.

Yeah, that explains
the heavy-handedness.

Excuse me?

My client has been let down
by just about everybody,

from his ex-girlfriend
to his Army lawyers.

And two tours in Afghanistan,
one in Iraq,

and how do we repay his service?

Six months for a crime
he should never have been
convicted for.

And now this?

So, unless you've got Shaun's
blood-soaked fingerprints
on a smoking gun,

I suggest you go easy
on the boy.

CHARLIE: Now, we don't know
if they've got a scrap
of evidence,

or if this is just
some bullshit fishing trip.

So you have every reason
to keepschtum.

SHAUN:
No comment?

I didn't do nothing, Charlie.
I've got nothing to hide.

[sighs]
Well, do yourself a favour.

Whatever happens,
try not to punch anyone.

MAN: Right.

CAREY: Mr. Hall.

[door closes]

[recorder beeps]

D
i
d you piss yourself when they
tasered you?

[
s
coffs] Happens.

This interview is being recorded
and may be given as evidence

if this case goes to trial.

I'm DI Rachel Carey, Homicide
and Serious Crime Command.

-The other officer present is...
-DS Patrick Flynn.

H
o
w'd you like us to refer to
you--

Shaun or Mr. Emery?

Let's go with Mr. Emery.

-[sniffs]
-CAREY: Do you understand
why you're here, Mr. Emery?

No.

But you know
you're under suspicion
for assault and kidnapping.

[inhales, exhales]

Where's Hannah Roberts?

I don't know. Home?

If you're alleging
Hannah Roberts is involved
in my client's case,

I'm afraid we have
to suspend this.

-
Why are you asking about her?
-
PATRICK: Is she still alive?

'Course she's alive.

If you help us find her,
this will be much easier
for you.

I don't know where she is,
and I don't know what you two
are talking about.

PATRICK:
When did you last see her?

SHAUN:
Uh... last night.

Uh, Charlie, me, and Hannah,
we were in the pub, um...

-PATRICK:
So you'd been drinking?
-SHAUN: I don't drink.

And then, after...

[chuckles] I offered Hannah
a lift home.

-She said no. That was that.
-PATRICK: What was what?

She went home.

[scoffs]

CAREY: For the benefit
of the recording,

D
S
Flynn is now playing a video
monitored live

on Sutton Council CCTV
at 11:35 PM.

Yeah, that's her. That's Hannah.

For the benefit
of the recording,

the suspect has identified
the female figure in the video

as Hannah Roberts.

[sighs]

[Shaun drumming on table]

That's me!

CAREY:
For the benefit
of the recording,

Mr. Emery has identified
the male figure in the video
as himself.

Is anyone gonna tell me
what the problem is?

[chuckles]

SHUAN: So what? Come on.
Tell me what the problem is.

What's the problem with this?

Hmm?

[sighs]

She got on that bus.

That ain't right,
she got on that bus.

Wait, this ain't what happened.
She got on that bus.

SHAUN:
This ain't what happened.

This ain't happened!
None of this happened!

The fuck is this?!

That didn't fucking happen!
This ain't fucking real!

The fuck have you done?

This didn't fucking happen!
This ain't fucking real!

-PATRICK: Sit.
-None of this is fucking--
What the fuck have you done?!

-PATRICK: Sit.
-What have you fucking done?

-PATRICK: Sit the fuck down!
-I didn't fucking do that!

I swear to fucking God,
it didn't happen!

-Sit down!
-SHAUN: I didn't do anything!

[men grunting]

-PATRICK:
Get a hold of him, will ya?
-[officers grunting]

S
H
AUN: I didn't do that! I didn't
fucking do that!

-Um...
-[grunting] Get off of me!

[grunting]

[alarm blaring]

Fuck's sake. Get out!

[Shaun yelling, grunting]

That's a fucking lie!

I didn't do anything!

[Shaun yells] It's a lie!

PATRICK: Alright,
now come on, boys. Out.

[Shaun panting]

SHAUN:
It's not real. It's not real.

It's not real. It's not real.

It's not real.

It's not real. It's not real.

It's not real. It's not real.

-[cell phone buzzing]
-SHAUN: It's not real.
It's not real.

It's not real. It's not real.

-It's not real. It's not real.
-[door opens]

Where is she?

[inhales, exhales]
We'll find her.

-Nadia.
-LATIF: We've got
Emery's journey.

-Go on.
LATIF: Well, he heads west
for two miles,

t
h
en we lose him to a blind spot.

Eighteen minutes later,
he reappears, heads home.

No sign of the victim?

The blind spot borders
the river, ma'am.

Good work.
Send me the coordinates.

Meet me there.

-Are we charging him or what?
-Not yet.

Call a search team, divers.
We might have a body.

[school bell ringing]

[voices overlapping]

[keys jingling]

[gate closes]

[door echoes]

PATRICK:
Two tours in Afghanistan,
one in Iraq.

A
warded a mention in dispatches

for gallantry in action.

Medical notes only state
injuries he suffered in Hellman,
so no PTSD.

Not diagnosed.

-You saw his reaction.
-And the BAFTA goes to...

-I don't think so.
-What, then?

Maybe...

he doesn't know he did it.

[siren blaring]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Hannah.

Look, I know
you're different to me.

No, really,
I ain't like that, either.

[chuckles] I'll call you.

I'll call you.

[silent]

[theme music playing]