All language subtitles for Waking the Dead S03E01 Multistorey (1)-eng

Go away, it's mine.

It's mine, leave it.

It's my turn.

Whitewater massacre?
That was what, five years ago?

Seven.

December 7th 1996.
Did you get any fingerprints?

Just the kids who found it. What,
they handed it in? What've we got?

Police issue Glock pistol.
It certainly is, Mel.

Registered to Sgt Nick Patterson
of the Tactical Firearms Unit.
He was killed in the massacre.

Ballistics suggested Mackenzie used
Patterson's gun to kill his last two
victims. 13-year-old Debbie Thomas

and Nick Patterson himself. Someone
tell me what this is doing here?

It was found in a railway siding
10 miles from Whitewater.
That's why it's here?

Someone buried the murder weapon
in a dump. So they want us
to re-open the case.

So this is grounds
to re-open the case? Yeah, maybe.

OK, send it back. What?
Put it in a box and send it back.

But Mackenzie always maintained his
innocence. Yeah, set up by the real
gunman but there's no trace of him.

They never found Patterson's gun,
but they found the gun Mackenzie
used to kill the first 12 victims.

You're well informed.
Is there something we should know?

Not at the moment. For the last
time - listening? Send it back.

Do you want to talk?
No, not really.

I'm out for a couple of hours. OK.

Make sure that gun's not here
when I get back, all right?

Morning, sir.

Hi.
Thank you.

Detective Superintendent Boyd.

Yep, over here.
I'm Andrew Cross.

Andrew?

You were working with Nick
Patterson the day that... Yeah.

Yeah, I remember.
I'm sorry.

I'm an instructor here now. Right.
You want Robert, my father. Yeah.
He's on the range. Thank you.

Clear. Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

Detective Superintendent Boyd.
Peter Boyd.

I'm Robert Cross. I run this dump.

Beth Downing, my number two.
Beth. Hi.

I... I know you. Yeah, we met
at Nick Patterson's funeral.

I remember you. You and Nick were
at college together? Yeah, we were.
We...graduated together.

I'd like a word with you,
please, if that's possible.

Yeah, sure. The office.

Sure.

Thank you.

This is about Nick's gun, right?
Yeah. Any idea who might've
moved it from the scene? None.

But you must've given it
some thought. Of course.

Before we cornered Mackenzie,
he could've thrown the gun into the
street. Maybe someone picked it up.

You don't really believe that, do
you? Stranger things have happened.

If you've any better ideas,
I'm all ears. How much do you know
about the original investigation?

Carried out by DCI Nesbit and
good enough to convince the jury.

It wasn't thorough -
no ID parade or DNA evidence,

no restrictions on the Press who
put Mackenzie's face in the papers.

No restrictions because you caught
him red-handed? Plus Nesbit didn't
want the survivors to suffer more.

Which I can understand.

My point being,
the case doesn't bear scrutiny.

So if you want Nick's killer
to stay in jail, I'd look away now.

I hadn't decided to re-open
the case. What are you doing here?

Nick Patterson was
a friend of mine.

Oh, yeah, of course.

You know, he told me once

I was the father he never had
and you were the elder brother.

I won't ask what he said behind
my back. I wouldn't tell you.

You know what the real mystery is?

How Mackenzie got Nick's gun off
him in the first place? Exactly.

Dad. You need to see this.

'Like Hungerford and Dunblane,
the name Whitewater will live
long in public memory.

'Sgt Nick Patterson was among 14
murdered in the Whitewater massacre
seven years ago.

'The disappearance of his gun
was one of many unanswered questions
about that tragic day.

'Ballistic evidence suggested
he was murdered with his own gun -
a police issue Glock.

'But the gun itself was never found.

'Yesterday, two boys aged 10 and 11
discovered the pistol

'at Normanhurst Sidings,
10 miles from Whitewater.

'Lawyers for Carl Mackenzie
say that yesterday's discovery

'throws into question
the safety of his conviction.'

Peter!
Hello, Sally.

Can I come in?

Thank you.

What does it mean? Probably nothing.
Someone just probably

picked the gun up, but then
didn't want it in the house. That's
Robert's story. I'm borrowing it.

You don't believe it any more than
he does. Do you think there's any
possibility Mackenzie's innocent?

I...don't think there is,
personally, no.

At first, I almost felt sorry
for him. That didn't last lost long.
I hate him more than ever now.

I curse the day his mother gave
birth to him. That sounds awful.

It sounds fair enough to me.

Sally, after Nick died,
you never returned my calls.

No. Why didn't you?

I'm sorry. That doesn't answer
my question, though, does it?

When I first met Nick,
you were always together.

I suppose you remind me of him
too much.

That's the reason? Yes.

That's the only reason?
Isn't that enough?

Yeah, I suppose it is.

Thanks for coming, Peter.
You're a good friend...

even if I'm not.

Boyd. Stephen Markland, Carl
Mackenzie's lawyer, to see you. OK.

Mr Markland, what do you want?

My client has applied for leave
to appeal. Against his sentence
or his conviction? His conviction.

You came to tell me that? No,
but whatever evidence you uncover
in your investigation...

What investigation? ..relating
to my client's guilt or innocence
you are bound to share with me.

No, I share it with the CPS, then
they decide. That's false modesty.

Wait till there's an appeal before
wasting my time. We'll be heard
promptly, given the new evidence.

We're not here to give you a hard
time. That's very kind of you.
Who are you?

Fiona Mackenzie. Carl's sister.
We just want justice for my brother.

He never owned or even fired a gun
in his life. He couldn't have killed
all those people. It's impossible!

Fiona... I just want the truth.
Is that what you want? Of course.

Even if it means
my brother going free? Mm-hm.

Excuse me.

You really should have
left that to me.

Frankie? Uh-huh.
Did you send the gun back? No.

Good.

Why didn't you send it back?
Because I knew you didn't mean it.

Good.

This is where Mackenzie was born and
where the Whitewater massacre began.

It was midday, December 7th '96,
when Mackenzie pulled up in
a VW camper and went into the house.

How long has this place been empty?
About seven months.

Talk me through it, Spence. Right.
Shut the door.

Carl entered this room here,
where his father, Brian, and his
mother, Linda, were watching TV.

TV is...? Was? There. OK.

After arguing, he shot them with
a Heckler and Koch MP5 carbine.
Bodies? They were here.

How do we know about the argument?
Fiona. His sister Fiona
was upstairs in her bedroom.

She said the male voice wasn't her
brother's. The jury didn't believe
her. So she didn't see anything.

The MP5's a really serious gun.
Where did he get it? Good question.

Don't know the answer. Isn't it in
the file? The original investigation
wasn't comprehensive. Why not?

Because they caught Carl Mackenzie
at the scene and got complacent.

OK, at about 12.30, Carl Mackenzie
arrives here on this floor.

Where exactly?
Here. Sixth bay on the west side.

He leaves the VW and goes to Martin
and Emma Corgan in a Range Rover.

Where was it parked?
Bay 2, west ramp, here.

He reaches the bonnet of the Range
Rover, fires through the windscreen
at the Corgans.

Then what? Emma Corgan dies.
Not straight away.

Martin Corgan played dead
with his wife lying next to him
who took 30 minutes to die.

He's the principal witness against
Mackenzie. Why didn't Corgan drive
off? He was in the passenger seat.

All right. So, then Mackenzie
positioned himself over here,

between his van and the wall
where he opened fire on
the shoppers in the street below.

In 30 minutes, he killed 9 people,
including William and Nick Glass,
killed by the same bullet.

ECHOING SHOTS RING OUT

Sally.

Hello, my darling.

Hi, Sally. Hi, Andrew. Are you
all right? Tea or something?

No, I'm fine.

Hello, everyone. I'm Dave Saunders.

Welcome to this unofficial meeting
of the Whitewater Survivors Group.

As I'm sure you're aware,
Carl Mackenzie has again applied
to appeal against his conviction.

This time, he has a greater chance
of success. That doesn't mean he'll
win his appeal, but he'll be heard.

At 1.05, the Tactical Firearms Unit
arrived, moving up stairwells,
clearing each floor as they went.

This is where Nick Patterson
and Debbie Thomas were found.

They'd both been shot - not with
the MP5 like the others - but with
Nick Patterson's Glock pistol.

Where was his partner,
PC Andrew Cross?

He was upstairs and didn't
come down until it was all over.
Maybe Mackenzie surprised him.

Nick wasn't here to go shopping.
This is what he lived for. What if
Mackenzie had Debbie at gunpoint?

He'd never surrender his gun. He'd
back off and keep the area secure.
What if he was gonna shoot her?

We joined the force and trained
together. We were good friends.

D'you think Mackenzie's guilty?
Doesn't matter what I think.
It does. You lost a friend. Yeah.

Should Mackenzie stay in jail? If
we do our job properly, Mackenzie
will get what he deserves.

While I know it's only right
that we do all we can
to keep Carl Mackenzie locked up,

we should try to forgive him.

Ah, no! I can't hear that.
Sorry, Dave. I can't hear that.

Sit down, Martin.
We're in this together. We're what?

You heard. You lost your colleague.
I lost my wife.

You just did your job. You
shouldn't even be here. Come here.

Come here!

Nick Patterson was like a son
to me, but that's not the point.

We don't compare war wounds. Do we?

If we did,
Sue Glass would win hands down.
She lost her whole family.

Carry on, Dave.

Thanks, Robert. I'm sorry, Martin,
but everyone here has suffered
some sort of bereavement or injury.

The point is
that now we must look forward.

Why did you blank me, Sally?

Excuse me.

Don't ever blame me
for what happened to Nick.

Why not?

You lost him
years before Whitewater.

What are you trying to prove, Beth?

You think I'm a freak, don't you?

Where are my kids,
where's my husband?

I don't think about you at all.

Mackenzie came to the top floor
and was cornered by Robert Cross
and Beth Downing of the TFU.

Beth shot him in the hand and
shoulder. The force of the bullet
knocked him over the parapet.

At his height, he wouldn't have gone
over. Standing on this bumper rail
raises him 18 inches. Why do that?

Get a better shot.
But why did she shoot him?

He refused to give up his gun.
He fell 50ft. He was in a coma
for two months, but still survived.

That's not natural.
Well, it happened.

Mackenzie was driving this on the
day of the massacre, but there's no
registration document or paperwork.

The report says it was stolen
but there's no record of it -
so how did they know?

How did they know? We've got to
get to the firearms unit, Frankie.

Guns and bullets, ballistics.

How are your ballistics?
Fine, thank you for asking.

We've got to find out exactly
what happened in that car park.
Second by second.

OK. OK? Uh-huh.

This is CCTV footage from a bank
in Whitewater High Street.

Why?

Sorry. You ready? Yeah.

Why don't you want to talk to him?
I remember him in court. Oh, yeah?

He'll like you more, Mel.

I don't know why I'm here. We're
sorry to have to put you through it
all again, Martin. But...?

You were the main eyewitness. That
makes you a very important person.

No, it makes me an important
witness. You don't give a shit
about me, so don't pretend to.

The original investigation didn't
answer some questions. Don't knock
DCI Nesbit. He was a good guy.

Nobody's knocking anyone. We just
want to understand what happened.

It was Saturday morning. We'd just
done the weekly supermarket shop.

My wife got in the driving seat
while I put the shopping in.

And did your wife normally drive?
We sort of took it in turns.

I got into the passenger seat

and when I looked up,

I saw this guy...
holding a machine gun.

According to your statement
on December 8th, you threw yourself
across your wife.

I was...

I was too slow.

But it saved your life. The other
bullet went into your seat. Yeah.

If I'd just been quicker. It sounds
as if you had little choice.

I heard her groan. Blood trickled
down her nose and she was trying to
speak. You must've been terrified.

Yeah. You weren't injured at all?

No, er...

In that respect, I was very lucky.

But, for the next half an hour,

I lay there
while my wife died next to me.

Help me.

It'll be OK.

Help me. Ssh. OK.

OK.

Maybe...

Maybe if I'd tried to move her
and drive off...

He'd have heard the engine, surely?
Yeah, he was right in front of me.

You could see him?

Well, I was playing dead
most of the time.

Sorry, you had your eyes closed?

I suppose so.

Then you couldn't have seen
Carl Mackenzie?

That's enough, Mel.

I didn't say that. I said most of
the time. Did you or didn't you see
Carl Mackenzie? 'Wrap it up, Mel.'

Yes, I did. You want to know
how I can remember? Please, yes.

Cos every time he fired the gun,
I thought the bullet was for me.

Wrap it up, Mel.

So I couldn't help open my eyes.

'Wrap it up, Mel.'

OK. Thank you, Mr Corgan.

Interview terminated, 10.45.

Boyd?

Boyd? Yeah?

Did you know that Carl Mackenzie
was engaged? To a very rich old
lady. I think I remember, yeah.

Monica Reynolds,
heir to Reynolds Mining plc.

How did these two get together?
He restored some furniture for her.
He had a taste for gentrification.

At school, he liked to be called
Oscar and told them his father
was titled. Anything else?

Two years before, he was diagnosed
with paranoid personality disorder
and dependent personality disorder.

What's the dependent one about?
Well, a need for nurturance,

overwhelming fear of abandonment,
family opinion is critical to them.

Might that explain
why he killed his parents? Maybe.
Convenient theory, isn't it?

It certainly doesn't explain the
massacre. What about his story of
being abducted by the real gunman?

Whatever you think of it,
it may be good to hear it from him.
We can't make him talk.

He'd only talk about the "real"
gunman. You don't have to be there.
Why wouldn't I want to be there?

Cos you're scared how you'll react
when you come face to face with
Nick's killer. I don't blame you.

You're clever, aren't you?
Just a bit.

OK. We'll talk to the sister first.
You can do that.

Right.

I'm only here because my brother's
lawyer told me to cooperate.

Thanks for coming in, anyway.
How would you describe Carl's
relationship with your parents?

He loved them and they loved him.

We're not asking if you think he
killed them. Not in so many words.

Look, I've read your statement.

You said the voice downstairs
before your parents were shot
was a stranger's and I believe you.

Dad thought Carl looked down his
nose at him, but he couldn't have
been more wrong - he worshipped him.

What did your dad think of Monica?

She was a character.

Like Carl? Yeah, they were
well suited apart from the age gap.

What about her son - Guy?

No.

I didn't like him.

I didn't trust him.

Carl thought
Dad was having him followed.

I didn't think anything of it
to start with. Carl always thought
people were following him.

Why would your dad have him
followed? Exactly.
I said, "Don't be stupid!

"If anyone has a reason to check you
out, it's Guy. You're marrying his
mum." But Carl wouldn't hear it.

He liked Guy, yeah? He loved Guy.

He was everything Carl wanted to be.

When Guy told Carl he was like
a brother to him, Carl lapped it up.

But I didn't buy it.

Fiona, are you prepared
to talk to us about what happened
the morning of the massacre?

All right - if it'll help Carl.

I was upstairs in my old bedroom.
You were still living at home?
No, I was three-months pregnant.

'My mum said why don't I come home
for the weekend and she'd spoil me.

'I had the TV on
and I heard the doorbell.'

DOORBELL RINGS

'Then I heard this voice.
A man's voice.

'It wasn't Carl, no way.

'It was a deep voice
and he was angry.'

MUFFLED VOICE, THEN GUNSHOTS

I was very lucky.

What happened to your baby?

I had a miscarriage. Little girl.

I lost her father, too.
I mean, who wants to be
with Carl Mackenzie's sister?

Dr Wharton?

Hi. You're not what I expected.
Oh, sorry.

No, it's a pleasant surprise.
I hope I can help. I'm
Andrew Cross. How do you do? Hi.

I run courses for firearm officers,
refresher and beginners. So you're
not an operational team member?

No. They want us to handle
firearms and shotgun licensing too,
so I'll get home even less.

Have you a family? One day. You?
Not yet. This is Dr Wharton.

Frankie, please.
Beth Downing.

This gun is similar to the one
Mackenzie used at the massacre -
a Heckler and Koch MP5.

Similar, but not identical?
His was a Turkish import,
but it's basically the same gun.

It's a lightweight weapon that
can be shouldered or hand fired.

Real name "HK54", but it got
the name "MP5" from the West German
Border Guard during the Cold War.

I'm sure Dr Wharton didn't
come here for a history lesson.
No, it's very interesting.

Did you know Carl Mackenzie had
no firearms experience whatsoever?

You wouldn't need much for this.

OK. Your gun is ready to fire.

Look down and aim through the
sight. Just squeeze off gently, OK?

My God, there's no recoil!

See? Anyone can do it.
That was good.

How hard would it be to get hold
of one of these? Illegally?

Well, yeah. I don't know. Why?

Well, if Carl Mackenzie is guilty...

Carl Mackenzie is a convicted
murderer. Of course.

He also tried to kill me. Carry on.
I'm sorry.

What's your question? Haven't you
wondered how he got hold of the gun?

A Turkish import? It's never crossed
my mind. Well, it's crossed mine.

Without any contacts, it'd
be tricky, especially the Turkish
model. I don't... OK, Andrew.

What are you trying to unpick here?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Thank you for showing me around.

I'll show you out. Thanks.

Boyd? Yes.

I've just seen Andrew Cross.
He said the gun Mackenzie used
wasn't just an MP5.

It was an Turkish import. So?

Cross said he couldn't have got hold
of it without serious connections.
He had a record for fare dodging...

Maybe he had serious connections.

Who with? He lived with an old biddy
and restored furniture for a living!

Carl Mackenzie got hold of a gun.
I don't know where from, who from.
It doesn't matter. He had a gun.

It's very illuminating. Thank you.

I've researched indiscriminate
killers. Spree killers?

Apart from one factor, Mackenzie
doesn't fit. What's the profile?

The limited cases available suggest
the killers are single and lonely -

which Carl Mackenzie wasn't - and
that they're obsessed with guns.

As a sexual compensation thing? No,
you'd expect an excessive interest
in guns prior to offending.

Mackenzie didn't have a gun, he'd
never applied for a licence for...

You said in one respect
he DID fit the profile. He's a man.

Well...sorry, boys.

OK. Mel, where is he held?
Bridwell High Security Unit.

OK, make some calls. What are
you going to do? Bring him here.

Are YOU going to see him? I thought
we could do the interview together.
Together. OK. Thank you.

Sit down, please. Thank you.

Carl Mackenzie. DSI Boyd.

This is Dr Grace Foley.
Grace. Hello. Markland,

Stephen Markland. Hi.
Please... Thank you.

So...

..what do you do to make ends meet,
Grace? I'm a forensic psychologist.

Ah. I did mention that.
Is that a problem?

Don't know.

Do you have open minds? Of course.

Do YOU?

Yes.

Good. Because Stephen was absolutely
against me doing this interview,

but, I, on the other hand, am a firm
believer in giving people a chance.

Yeah. So are we.

Good. Perhaps we can...help
each other, then. I'm sure we can.

Carl, I'd like to start
by asking you a few questions
about events before the massacre.

I believe you were engaged
to Monica Reynolds.

How did that relationship start?

I worked for her as a handyman,
restoring furniture and things.

We fell in love.

People presumed it was because
of Monica's wealth, but it wasn't.

By people, you mean Monica's son?
No. I got on very well with Guy.

He didn't mind you marrying his
mother? No. Not at all. He threw
a sublime engagement party for us.

Did your parents go? No, my
sister went. Why didn't they go?

My father couldn't see why I wanted
to marry Monica. Did that annoy you?

You mean, did it make me
want to go and blow his brains out?

No, Detective Boyd. In fact, it
made me... It made me terribly sad.

Because you were happy
and you wanted him to share it?

I should've expected it, really.
You see, my father was a builder.

I loved him to bits and pieces,
but it was stamped on his soul.

It's funny, because he thought
there'd been a frightful hospital
mix-up and I was the son of a Duke.

You see, that's why I'm here.
You see, I'm... I'm different.

That's why you're here?
That's why I was chosen.

Before everyone panics, not by
the Devil or God or anything, but...

..I was chosen by someone.

Please, don't stop now.

Detective Boyd, were you personally
involved in the massacre? No.
Do you know someone who was?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Let me guess... Oh, yes -
the policeman, Nick Patterson,

the one who was found
killed inside the stairwell?

Well, you have my sympathy.

I said, you have my sympathy.

Right, Stephen, this is a complete
waste of time. That's our decision.

I have an open mind. I wouldn't
be here if... I think you just
want the inside story on my appeal.

If your story's true,
you have nothing to hide.

My client has made his feelings
clear. Let's... Sit down.

If the person who killed my friend
is walking free, I'd like to meet
him. You and I can help each other.

Yes, fair enough.

Right, well...

it started as I took my dog, Fred,
to Whitewater Common,

like I normally do each morning, for
a walk. That day was no different.

I was crossing the car park, when
I noticed the camper van to my left.

Why did you notice it?

It looked scruffy. It was
an interesting shade of blue...
out of place.

There's this wooded area
beyond the car park

and Fred used to run down there
every time I let him off the lead.

GUNSHOT

'I heard a shot.'

FRED!
'I called for him for a moment
and then I went down there.'

You ran towards the shot? ..Yes.

You weren't scared? I loved my dog.

Oh.

FRED!

Fred!

'I became aware
of someone standing behind me.

'I looked up and there was a man.'

What did this man look like?
Well, he looked...

a little like that.

He, um, smiled and then, um...

..blackout. Nothing. He must've
hit me with the butt of his gun.

When I came to, I was in the camper
van and I heard this loud explosion
right beside...right by my ear.

I opened the door and realised
it was gunfire.

People shouting, yelling, screaming,
"Put your hands up!"

But pretty little Beth Downing
shot me anyway.

That's why I had defensive wounds
on my hand and shoulder.

I must have blacked out,
because the next thing I realised

was that I was in a hospital bed
surrounded by armed officers

and everybody
was treating me like the devil.

This is the man Mackenzie
claims abducted him.
All he needs is a scar and a...

So you don't believe it? It's
not a question of what I believe.

We test the story to destruction.
Find who shot his dog. Where is it?

Nesbit supervised a day-long search
on February 14th.
They found nothing.

You sure about that? Yeah. Why?

February 14th, Nesbit was conducting
his interview with Martin Corgan.
Well, get Nesbit in.

I called him about the camper van.
He's on holiday in France
till the weekend.

I hope he's having a lovely time(!)
What about the van?

According to Nesbit's file, it was
stolen from a dealership in Essex.
Check it out! Don't believe Nesbit!

Come on, man! Move!

Hang on a minute. This was mentioned
in Carl Mackenzie's statement.

Look, it's the motorbike.

Look at this.

OK...

DC Silver, Dr Grace Foley. We'd like
to see Monica Reynolds. I'm sorry,

she's out. Are you Guy? Yes.
Can we speak to you?

It's important. Well, I am in
the middle of lunch, but why not?

Come in. Thank you. Thank you.

Do, please, sit down.

This is Janice. Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you, too, Janice.

This is about Mackenzie,
isn't it? Yes.

Sorry about this, darling.
Do you want me to go?
No, no, it won't take long.

Right. OK. Does your mother ever
visit Carl Mackenzie in prison?

You must be joking. No, I'm not.

On top of the human tragedy, he
almost destroyed our family name.

Almost destroyed Reynolds Mining(?)

A small consideration in the scheme
of things, I know, but yes, he did.

Wine? No. Thank you. No, thanks.

The dog was shot just like he said.

So he killed his dog before
graduating to people.
I also found this.

There's a lot of blood on it
and it's not the dog.

Whose is it, Mackenzie's? I'm
checking, but it could be unrelated.

How long will it take? As long
as it takes. That's a good answer.

If they had married, would Carl have
had control of Reynolds Mining? No.

Could your mother have bestowed
one on him? Technically, I suppose.

The thought never occurred to me
and I'm sure it never did to Carl.

He was happy mending furniture and
walking his dog! Not that happy.

Is there anything else? I'd like to
finish my lunch. One other thing.

After he moved in, did he
ever have friends to the house? No.

No, never. No.

Why do you ask that?

Did he ever go out
to meet people...friends?

No. To be honest, I don't think
he really had any friends.

When we had the engagement party,
I said to invite his friends,

but he only asked his sister.
Is that you, Guy?

Who's there?

I thought you were resting, Mummy.

- Who are you?
- Police officers, Mrs Reynolds.

Oh. I've talked to them. Why not...?
We would like to talk to you,
Mrs Reynolds.

Is it about Carl?

Yes, it is.

If you're too tired, Mummy, they'll
understand. I think perhaps I am.

I'm sorry.
Perhaps we could talk tomorrow?

Yes, if that's all right with Guy.
Goodbye.

I think Fiona Mackenzie's right.
Guy Reynolds spends too much energy
playing the decent, put-upon son.

You didn't like him?
I think he's a liar.

He's in mining. What do you expect?
"Test the story to destruction."

We're doing it.
What's he lying about?

Suppose he wasn't happy about the
marriage and just let on he was and
the party was part of that pretence.

You didn't answer. There's
only one reason he'd do that.

Guy made sure he never made it up
the aisle, or paid someone to. Oh!

That's an extreme way
of getting a wedding cancelled!
So how did Mackenzie get the gun?

How does a friendless furniture
restorer get a Turkish machine gun?

Guy Reynolds had the motive
and the means. It's something
we've got to examine.

OK.
Let's examine it, shall we, ladies?
Would you like to sit down, Mel?

Why set Carl up?
Why not just kill him?

Why kill 14 people and leave the
person you want eliminated alive?

Boyd. This is Andrew Cross.
Yes, we've met.

Andrew noticed something interesting
about Martin Corgan's Range Rover.

It's probably nothing.
I better go.

You might as well tell us
what it is.

Martin Corgan said he threw himself
across his wife, right?

Right... Look at the bullet holes.
If he had been there, he couldn't
have survived. The hole is too low.

Even if he had leaned across to save
his wife, no matter how low he went,

he would still have sustained
an injury from that bullet.

He lied about being there? It's
tough to prove without the vehicle,
but you should interview him again.

Where is the vehicle?
It was written-off in an accident
a couple of years later.

Thank you. Yeah. OK.

Andrew, thanks a lot.
If there's anything else you need -
work or...otherwise,

you've got my mobile.

Work or otherwise? Shut up.

I've got to check a few things out,
Frankie, so I would appreciate it

if you could keep these to
yourself...for a couple of days.

OK.

Thank you.

I checked on the camper van. It was
traded in at Palace Cars in Essex
two months before the massacre.

Nesbit must've checked that.
It's not in the file.

What's Nesbit doing these days?

He retired last year.
Thank God for that.

Thanks for coming. No problem. You
were right about the investigation.

It's unravelling on you? Minute by
minute. I feared that. At least you
have a chance to make things right.

There's some things I'd like to
nail down and it'd be useful to
hear your account of what happened.

I've seen worse things in Northern
Ireland when I was 18. I'll talk
about it till people go blue. OK.

Mel, any chance of a cup of tea?

It's a big car park, hard
to secure. Lots of ups and downs -

ramps, stairwells, lifts.
You worked in pairs?

Yes. I was with Beth Downing. And
Nick was with...? Andrew, my son.

He's no longer an active member
of the unit?

No, he isn't. Not since Whitewater.
Sorry. He told me all about that.

Mm-hm.

They got...separated,
Andrew and Nick.

They were in the back stairwell

and they found Debbie Thomas hiding
by the lifts on the fourth floor.

All clear. Keep going...
All clear... Keep going, keep going.

Sarge!

Wait... Keep going, keep going...

I don't want to go! All clear.

They wanted to get her out,
but she was too scared to move.

So Nick stayed with her
while Andrew went up top.

Before he got there,
he heard shots. We all did.

All clear.

No target, Sarge.

Can't see him.

TWO GUNSHOTS ECHO

MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN!

You cornered Mackenzie on the top
floor, didn't you? That's right.

Yeah, I will. I will.

Have you thought about
Mackenzie's story that
he was set up by the real gunman?

No. No, I haven't.

When we got to the top floor,
the first thing we saw

was the Corgans.

Then we saw the camper van.

We were very exposed.

Go.

GUNSHOT

I was feeling
very relaxed...really,

but the thought in my mind
was that I was going to die

and there was nothing
that I could do to stop it.

Then suddenly, he was there.

Armed police!

Put your weapon down!

Beth shot him in the shoulder.
Over he went. But the bullet
went through Mackenzie's palm,

didn't it? So?

How could he have been holding
the gun?

Well, MP5s aren't very heavy. He
must've been using it one-handed.

But you don't remember...exactly?

Uh...

You know, to be honest,
it all happened very fast.

I know. I understand.
I understand that.

Well, uh, thanks. I'm sorry you
didn't get any tea, but...
you know how things are. Yeah.

There's one more question...

Do you remember which seat Martin
Corgan sat in, in the Range Rover?

Yes, it was the passenger seat.

He would've driven off otherwise,
wouldn't he? Yeah...
I suppose he would.

Sorry, mate, just closing up.
If you're serious, I'll stay open.

I am serious, but I'm not after
a car. DS Jordan, Cold Case Squad.

I'm trying to trace...this vehicle.

The previous owner, a Donald
Christie, said you exchanged it
for a Fiesta in November 1996.

So? What happened to it then? It
was nicked off the lot. It happens.

You've got a very good memory.
Look, I know what this is about.

That was the van that was found at
Whitewater. I've been there before.

Sorry...you've been questioned
about this before? Yep. By who?

Your colleague, DCI Nesbit.

Nesbit? Yeah, so why don't you
just compare notes with him
and let me get on, eh?

DCI Nesbit is retired now.
Not my problem.

Carl Mackenzie is appealing
against his convicion - 14 counts
of murder, including two children.

What's it got to do with me?!
That's what I'm trying to find out.

This business is all I've got.
What makes you say that?

Is he going to get off? Why did
you say, "This is all I've got"?

I didn't threaten your business.
Ah, forget it.

Tell me about the camper van.

I sold it the day before
the massacre. To who?

To who?! It wasn't Carl Mackenzie.

He was rougher.
He paid with cash - new 50s.

His name? Can't remember. It wasn't
his real name. How do you know?

Nesbit told me. I told him this,
but he said if anyone asked to say
the van was nicked off the lot.

What was in it for you?

I'd been a bit lax with
vehicle registration documents.

Nesbit used it against you?

Christ.

Is this who you sold the van to?

You were lying. I was lucky. You
weren't there! What?! You didn't
protect your wife! Yes, I did!

You weren't even in the car! Tell
me the truth or I'll arrest you for
perverting the course of justice!

We were leaving the supermarket...

I was pushing the trolley.

When we got to the car,

my wife got in the driving seat
and I put the shopping in the back.

Just as I shut the boot...
TWO GUNSHOTS

Help me.
ANOTHER SHOT

Help me.

"Help me". That's what she said.

"Help me".

She was crying for me
and I just couldn't move.

What did you see?

MORE GUNSHOTS

It could have been anyone.

That's the truth.

Why did you lie? Because I knew
it was him. After his picture was
all over the papers the next day?!

You didn't even see him! I...! You
lied for your wife, didn't you?!

Didn't you?! DIDN'T YOU?!

Didn't you?

Yes.

What will you do?

Will he be released because of me?
What...? What will you do?

Nothing for now.

Thank you.

Just go.

Just get out of here.

See him out of the building,
will you, please?

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