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[seagulls cawing]

[soft tense music]

[crane whirring]

[boat horn blaring in distance]

[truck brakes squeaking]

[soft tense music]

[scanner beeping]

All good.

[soft melodic music]

[truck rumbling]

[truck rumbling]

[camera clicking]

[vehicle alarm beeping]

[camera clicking]

[metal bar clanking]

[background people chattering]

[soft melodic music]

[truck rumbling]

[truck brakes squeaking]

[soft melodic music]

Turn your engine off please.

[keys jangling]

[tense melodic music]

[fly buzzing]

[hand slapping]

[truck engine starting]

[truck rumbling]

Security, [speaking
drowned out by truck].

-[car door thudding]
-[tyres screeching]

[melodic suspenseful music]

[Gary] Jared!

[truck horn tooting]

[bodies thudding]

[truck rumbling]

[all speaking]

[tyres screeching]

[barrier clattering loudly]

[tense melodic music]

[melodic orchestral music]

[seagulls cawing]

[melodic orchestral music]

[vehicle alarm beeping]

[melodic orchestral music]

[car rumbling quietly]

[background people chattering]

[police radio
broadcasting quietly]

[car door clicking open]

-[car door thudding]
-Ma'am!

Sorry to drag you out on a
Sunday, 24/7, this place.

Aye, so am I, pet.

Now hit and run, they said.

Container lorry was
pulled over by a customs,

who failed to stop, ran over
the foreman, Gary Mallon,

drove straight
through the barrier.

Any news on his condition?

Paramedics scooped him
up about an hour ago.

Severe head injury, I've
got Jac at the hospital now.

-Well, plenty of witnesses.
-Yeah, dockers, hauliers,

security, we're working
through the statements.

So what was it, robbery?

Well, the pick up seemed
legit, Beadnell Haulage,

driver's name on the
docket, Michael Brindle.

One of the regulars
by all accounts.

Well, go down to
their head office.

There'll be a tracker
in that lorry,

they might be able to
tell us where it is now.

Now I'd better
liaise with customs.

Nicola Dobbs, she's
the one in charge.

Right.

DCI Stanhope, love,

was it you who apprehended
the vehicle in question?

The container was already
loaded and locked.

I picked up an anomaly
on one of the seals,

numbers on the PIN
barrel, didn't match.

Right, so what was
in the consignment?

Laptops, hard drives,
widescreen TVs.

And who was the shipper?

Carr's Electrical Imports,
wholesale suppliers,

came in from Lahore.

Now have there been any
other incidents recently

we should know about?

A few containers broken into,

while they were
sitting in the yard.

Small-time theft, they're
written off by Port Authorities.

What, you mean
they're hushed up?

Haulage is a big business,

clients like to know
their goods are secure.

Now the driver, Michael Brindle,

can you give us a description?

There might be
something on CCTV.

[soft tense music]

Ian, can you bring up the
footage of the incident?

[computer beeping]

[soft tense music]

[melodic dramatic music]

So he's pulled over
for a random check,

drives off hell for leather,

doesn't want that
container opened.

Most of the hauliers have
no idea what they're moving.

Well, clearly this fella
was onto something.

What do you need to
get out of the lorry?

Locks are fully automated,
faster, safer, more efficient.

So you've no footage
we can work with?

Ian, can you bring up platform
containers surveillance?

Yep, that's on the
top screen now.

[computer beeping]

[Nicola] Around 20
minutes earlier.

Can you go in any tighter?

[computer beeping]

He doesn't fancy being
on camera, does he?

[Vera tutting]

[Vera sighing]

[soft upbeat music]

What's this number here?

Every container has a
designated consignment PIN.

And would anyone else
have access to that PIN?

The owner of the freight
and the shipping agent.

[phone ringing]

Mark.

Ma'am, I thought
you'd want to know,

the real Michael
Brindle just rolled up.

Thank you, nine a.m. on the dot,

travelled up from the
depot in Stockton.

He always stops for a full
English at Killingrove Services,

you can set your clock
by him apparently.

So our missing vehicle
was wearing false plates.

Innocent victim,
someone stole his ID.

Yeah, I'll take him
down the station,

get a statement to rule him out.

No, no, nevermind that,

we need to focus on the missing
rig, lockups, warehouses,

anywhere you might
want to hide a lorry.

Yes, ma'am.

Follow me, sir.

[soft melodic music]

[seagulls cawing]

[Vera] Jared, isn't it?

I hear you had a lucky escape.

If the foreman
hadn't stepped up,

it would've been me
in the ambulance.

Now what we're after is a
description of the driver.

I barely got a look at him.

[Vera] But you signed
him in at the gate,

one of your regulars.

I only started in the
job few weeks ago,

still putting names to faces.

They pay us money to keep
those lorries moving.

You need to be checked
out by a doctor, hm?

I'm okay.

[Vera] You might have concussion

and make sure somebody
else drives you there.

[soft melodic music]

[Aiden] I thought I'd lost you.

[Vera] I've just
spoken to young Jared.

[Aiden] So what
are you thinking?

Someone forges that driver's ID,

pitches up with a PIN number
and steals the consignment

and no one at the port here

seems to have got a
proper look at him.

Why that container?

TVs and laptops,
flog them on eBay.

[phone ringing]

All that trouble for a few
tellies, not worth the risk.

Jac.

[background people chattering]

Is he awake?

[Jac] Doctors found
the bleed on his brain.

They're keeping him sedated,
but he's gonna need surgery.

So we won't be talking
to anyone soon.

Who's that with him?

[Jac] That's his
mum, Sandra Mallon.

She hasn't moved since
they brought him in.

[Vera] Here, love.

Thank you.

They said it was a robbery.

Well, one of his team members
was in the path of the lorry

and your son pushed him clear,

took the brunt of it himself.

He wasn't even supposed to
be working this morning.

Are you sure about that?

Promised to drive me into
town, save me a bus, he said,

rang last night and
cancelled, short-staffed.

Always a soft touch, my Gary,

look where it's landed him.

[soft melodic music]

Now is there anyone else
you'd like us to call?

He's been on his
own a while now.

His mam will be here
soon as he wakes up.

Yeah, course you will.

I've got an address for Carr's
Electrical Import Limited,

they've got a distribution
plant in Wingrove,

their owner is Julian Carr.

We've been trading
for 30 odd years now,

independent suppliers,
high street shops,

although most of our business
is online these days.

Electrical appliances?

Aye, and this will seriously
affect our supply chain.

And it's all imported
through Peyton, is it?

Aye, well, the
duty's always cheaper

in the smaller ports, less
red tape to contend with.

Now this customs declaration

and your description
of the stolen goods,

you say it all tallies?

Well, everything
seems to be in order.

Right, now Beadnell Haulage,

any issues we should know about?

We outsource shipping
and transport,

a third party forward us.

They've always been
reliable enough.

Now the question I've been
asking myself, Mr. Carr

is why would they
target your container?

Maybe they just got lucky, hm.

Hm.

I heard one of the
employees was injured.

Yeah, a foreman
down at the port,

he's still in a
critical condition.

Our thoughts are
with his family.

Oh, aye, thanks, Mr. Carr.

[tense melodic music]

Anything?

[Aiden] All seems above board.

Well, imports and exports
must be a lucrative business,

judging by the cut of his suit.

Do you think he
might be in on it?

There was nothing random
about that robbery.

It's got to have
been an inside job.

[phone ringing]

Mark.

I'm over in Peyton, ma'am,
the industrial park,

we've found the lorry.

[intense melodic music]

-[car rumbling]
-[soft upbeat music]

[car doors thudding]

We've just had confirmation
from forensics,

it's definitely the vehicle
that was used for the robbery,

a damage to a side light from
the collision with the gate.

Perps abandoned half the gear.

Well, they hadn't banked on
running over Gary Mallon,

-had they?
-Well, yeah,

most of what was left has
been nicked by local scallies.

[Aiden] They must've
thought it was Christmas.

Right, check out the roads
in and out of here, Mark,

-see if anyone saw anything.
-Ma'am.

[Vera] Malcolm.

-Yes.
-What have you got for us?

Well, cab's been sprayed
with disinfectant,

so whoever was driving it has
cleaned up all the evidence.

[Vera] Oh, great.

But as for the container,
that's another story.

-[ladder rattling]
-I can manage, thank you.

And none of this has
been wiped clean?

It doesn't look like it.

Bear in mind we haven't
processed this yet,

so I'd appreciate it, if
you didn't touch anything.

[metal clanging]

Looks like a bit
of a free for all.

I wouldn't be
surprised if we pick up

dozens of prints in here.

Well, I'm just after the
one set of prints, Malcolm.

You know, people
live in these things?

They like to call
them starter homes.

Well, I've seen worse windows.

Couple of windows,

I'd have one down that end

and another down this end.

[soft melodic music]

[flashlight clicking on]

The paneling's been
prized open here, Malcolm.

Yes, you're not touching
anything, are you?

And I'm guessing there was
something stashed in there,

that's not on the manifest.

Hm.

-[cars rumbling]
-[soft upbeat music]

[seagulls cawing]

[car door clicking open]

[Aiden] DS Healy,
can I help you?

I need a word with the SIO.

Ma'am!

I've been authorised
to impound this vehicle

and its contents.

And you are?

Lucia Kehoe, National
Crime Agency.

Well, you're a bit late, love,

half the stuff's been nicked.

We're working with the
Northeast Regional Crime Unit,

an ongoing
surveillance operation.

[tuts] Got a warrant, have we?

Might be better if we
discussed this in private.

[Vera] Well, I'm
assuming this is drugs.

[Lucia] Yes, we
think the robbery

was connected to
organised crime.

So you must have
someone in your sights?

I'm not at liberty
to divulge that.

[Vera tutting]

[Vera sighing]

Grace Webley,

head of a crime syndicate
with links to the town.

Yeah, I know who
Grace Webley is.

Well, then you'll know
the Webleys run the port.

Place is riddled
with corruption.

Bit of an accusation.

Well, it's the
reason we left you

some legroom this morning,
couldn't afford any leaks.

Well, I can vouch
for this lot, love.

Have you tracked down the
haulier, Michael Brindle?

Michael Brindle wasn't
driving the vehicle.

We're still trying
to ascertain who was.

We got a result with the VIN,

it was stolen from an HGV
hire company three weeks ago.

That doesn't make any sense.

The Webleys need to look clean,
no chance of any blow back.

[Vera] Aye, so why would they
risk using a stolen vehicle?

Puts the whole
operation in jeopardy.

Well, if there were drugs
in that container, love,

they're long gone.

Drugs, are you
gonna enlighten us?

Yeah, cavity at the
back of the container.

Tyre tracks and shoe prints.

Yeah, well, obviously
the contraband

was transferred to
another vehicle.

We're looking at a transit van.

So they took what they could
carry and left the rest,

knowing the evidence
would be contaminated.

Hm, right, so put out an ANPR,

any van in the vicinity of this
site, window of the robbery.

This incident was
customs related,

that falls under
NCA jurisdiction.

Now, let's get one
thing straight, love,

I'm running this investigation,
so call off your dogs

and let forensics do their job.

[soft melodic music]

[Lucia sighing]

So what do we know about
the Webleys, Kenny?

Well, Grace Webley's in
charge of the family business.

Not that she gets
her hands dirty.

Well, her eldest son,
Dylan was minding the shop

until he was found
dead a few months ago.

No great loss to anyone.

Rumour has it he was taken
out by a rival drug gang.

Word on the street, Grace
Webley's past it these days,

too busy grieving for her son.

But maybe she just wants
to prove them all wrong.

What if they've got a
mark down at the port, hm?

Someone they know they can flip.

Haulage company came back clean.

But what about the driver,
hm, Michael Brindle?

Nothing that ties him
to organised crime.

No, but regular as clockwork,

he's up at Killingrove Services
downing his bacon and eggs.

No, well, somebody at the
port must've had a heads up,

somebody that knew his routine.

Exactly, Kenny.

All employees are
thoroughly vetted,

baseline and national
security checks.

Well, clearly someone
slipped through the net.

-Sorry to interrupt, ma'am.
-Oh, here he is at last.

Have a little lie
in, did you, pet?

No, I've got Kelly Mallon in
one of the interview rooms.

Who?

Gary Mallon's ex-wife, claims
her son's gone missing.

[soft tense music]

[Kelly] Gary gets to
see Joe on odd weekends,

that's when he coughs
up for maintenance.

[Vera] And this was his turn?

He should've dropped him
off at school this morning,

he never turned up for classes.

Well, I'm afraid your
ex-husband was involved

in an incident at work
yesterday morning.

What kind of incident?

I'm afraid he was
hit by a lorry, love,

he was badly injured,
he's in intensive care.

So where the hell is my son?

How old is your son?

He-he's 13.

[Vera] And when did
you last see him?

-Saturday morning.
-[soft tense music]

I drove him over to Bedlington,

handed him over to his dad.

Bedlington?

Joe always plays rugby
Saturdays, Junior Sevens.

And what time did
you drop him off?

It must've been around 2:30.

And he's not with
any of his mates?

I've been ringing round all day.

No one's heard a peep from him.

His phone's switched off.

No sign of life at
his dad's place.

And that's Peyton?

Canton Farm Estate, Gary's
mam will have a key.

[Vera] Did you know Joe
was spending the weekend

with his dad?

Kelly likes to cancel last
minute, some cobbled excuse,

anything to stop my
Gary from seeing him.

Well, you should've told
us Gary had a son, love,

-an ex-wife.
-It's been a couple of years,

since she walked out on
him, broke my Gary's heart,

when she took his son.

And you say Gary had limited
contact with his son?

That was all down to Kelly,

even took out a
restraining order.

Ma'am.

I've spoken with most
of the neighbours,

next door saw Gary park
up on Saturday evening,

but no one remembers
seeing Joe with him.

Right, pull out
his phone records,

see if they can
tell us anything.

[door clicking open]

He, he will have tidied,
if Joe was stopping,

not left the place like this.

No, well.

Joe will have been with
one of his mates somewhere.

But he wouldn't have
left his inhaler behind.

[soft tense music]

No, I think that's
an old one, love.

Stress brings it on.

I told Gary, mam and
dad always fighting.

Could I ask you to just
wait outside, pet, hm?

I'll not be a minute.

Thanks, Sandra.

[door thudding]

[soft melodic music]

[fridge door clicking open]

[fridge door thudding]

[soft melodic music]

[door clicking open]

[door thudding]

Kenny sent through some intel
on that restraining order.

Gary Mallon turned up drunk
at Peter Henson's place

demanding to see his son.

Police had to arrest him
for breach of the peace.

He's not quite the saint
that his mum thinks he is.

Well, he sounds like
a desperate dad to me.

What, precious time with his lad

and he's been on a
bender all weekend?

There's a fridge full
of food, couple of DVDs.

Where's his bedroom?

[soft melodic music]

This bed hasn't been slept in.

Oh, Kelly said they
were both at the match.

So where's his
stuff, his dirty kit?

That lad didn't stay
here at the weekend.

His dad must've come
home without him.

So where is the little fella?

[intense melodic music]

[body thudding]

So Joe Mallon played a
match here on Saturday,

-Junior Sevens.
-Scored the winning try.

And did his dad stay
to watch the match?

Retired to the clubhouse
for some liquid refreshment,

missed his lad's big moment.

Did you see Joe afterwards?

He was sat on his own
in the changing room.

I had to chivvy him
along to go lock up.

Oh, so he didn't go off
with any of his mates then?

He was waiting on
his dad, he said.

And what time was this?

Must've been around
five o'clock.

Has something happened
that I should know about?

Do these cameras
belong to the club?

We've had a few car break-ins,

so the committee installed
them for peace of mind.

I couldn't look at the
footage, could I, love?

I'll need to ring
the club secretary.

Yeah, if you wouldn't mind.

-Thanks.
-[soft tense music]

So no one's seen
him since Saturday.

Day before that
consignment was stolen.

If his dad left him waiting,
maybe they'd fallen out.

No, well, maybe they had,

but it doesn't explain where
he's been the last two days.

No and he should've
dropped him off

at school this morning.

So why didn't he
report him missing, hm?

Instead of that, he changes
his shift and goes into work.

This has got to be
connected to that robbery.

[intense melodic music]

[soft melodic music]

[tray clattering]

Now I ran a GC/MS test on that
powder residue you spotted,

ah, definitely traces of heroin.

I'd say there was room in that
cavity for around 20 kilos.

No wonder they didn't want
customs anywhere near them.

Now fingerprints, follow me.

So we've isolated seven
different sets of prints

from the container,

two of which have come
up trumps on the PNC,

a teenage girl with
previous for shoplifting

[Vera tutting]

and a pensioner with a
conviction for fly tipping.

Well, they're hardly
candidates for a drugs cartel.

No, but it should narrow down

the whereabouts of a
couple of those tellys.

[Vera sighing heavily]

[tuts] What's this, collecting
insects now, are we?

Ah, yes, well, you see,
I've always had a passion

for forensic entomology.

[Vera tutting]

[sighs] Right.

I found it on the floor
of the driver's cab,

culiseta annulata,
the common mosquito.

Aye, I know what it is.

A bit of a long shot,
but bear with me.

There was a fascinating
case a few years back,

-which set a precedent.
-[soft melodic music]

A fisherman from Tromso was
convicted of murdering his wife.

Now the wife was having an
affair with the brother.

Oh, just cut to the
chase, will you?

Ah, well, they extracted
his DNA from a mosquito

they found in the car he'd
hired to follow his wife

the night she was killed.

So if this little chap here
has had a nibble on our driver,

we'll run the blood for a match.

Any questions?

[soft melodic music]

-[door clicking open]
-Kenny, anything?

[Kenny] Ah, those
checks on port security

-you asked me for.
-Aye.

Jared Drew, he has previous.

Has he indeed?

Yeah, six months for
minding a firearm.

Now the weapon was connected
to a warehouse robbery,

the chief suspect, Grace
Webley's son, Dylan.

And there he is
back from the dead.

[soft melodic music]

[seagulls cawing]

Okay, this'll do, love.

Now that lorry driver,

you told us you barely
got a look at him, hm?

Aye, that's right.

Well, I think that
bang to your head

must have muddled
your senses, pet.

And we know this
is an inside job.

The name Dylan Webley
ring any bells?

I knew him well enough.

I think you must've
been pretty close,

if he asked you to
mind a gun for him.

Didn't have much of a choice.

What did you get in return, ey?

Besides six months
in Young Offenders.

His mam pulled a few strings,

told us a job had
come up at the port.

They'd never have taken
us on, not with a record.

Grace Webley's eyes and ears.

I had nothing to do
with that robbery.

[Vera] Trafficking narcotics,

that'll land you back
inside for the duration.

I didn't know it was drugs.

Oh, but you knew there was
something going down dodgy?

Made sure you were on the gate.

That was down to the gaffer.

[soft tense music]

Gary Mallon?

Comes in early and
changes the rosters.

I wasn't gonna argue.

How did he seem, when
he turned up for work?

I don't know,

a bit distracted, on edge.

And did he ever cross
paths with the Webleys?

You need to ask him that.

I'm asking you.

There's a social club
on the Canton Road

owned by Grace Webley,
dockers like to drink there.

[soft melodic music]

[Vera] Still hard at it?

[Lucia] Making sure there's
nothing I've missed.

That stolen container,

we believe there
was a consignment

of heroin stashed inside it,

which throws suspicion on
the fella who imported it

and I can see you've already
got him in your sights.

We haven't seized
any drugs in situ,

there's no evidence that
ties him to a crime.

Well, what about those
previous break-ins, hm?

The containers in the yard?

Nothing that appears
to connect them.

Aside from the fact they
were all shipped from Lahore.

Carr's Electrical
Imports and I'm guessing

that's a front for
the Webley syndicate.

This surveillance case
is delicately poised.

They find out we've
got eyes on them.

Oh, might throw up some
leads, ruffle a few feathers.

It could jeopardise
our whole operation.

If we can implicate the Webleys,

there's a chance we
can nail the suppliers,

trace the chain right
back to the source.

Must've taken a lot of work,
all this, it's impressive,

but I don't see

any surveillance orders.

We're dealing with
organised crime,

sometimes you need to get dirty.

I didn't hear that.

[soft melodic music]

Who's this fella?

-[finger tapping]
-Connor Barton,

one of Grace Webley's lackies.

Someone I should be talking to?

No, he collects rent
on her properties,

cashes a check, cleans the
money, bottom of the food chain.

So why is he up on your wall?

He works on the doors at
the Canton Road Social Club.

Now that is one of Grace
Webley's businesses.

Managed by Declan Webley,
Grace's surviving son.

Gary Mallon, he's
your inside man.

The foreman?

Kicks off every shift
in pre-arrivals,

he has access to the database,
staff rosters and PIN codes.

But he was injured
during the robbery.

Well, maybe somebody
wanted to silence him.

What makes you so
certain he's our mark?

Because his son is
currently missing.

Now, listen, there's a
CID briefing first thing,

I'll make sure you're
cleared to attend it.

[intense melodic music]

[door clicking open]

Guess I should feel privileged,

DCI letting me in like this.

-Well, clearly she rates you.
-Could've fooled me.

We're on the same
team, aren't we?

-Right, is this all of it?
-Yes, guv.

Well, let's take a look then.

Oh, everyone, this
is Officer Kehoe

from the National Crime Agency.

Lucia.

We'll be keeping her up to
speed, any developments.

CCTV from the rugby
club car park,

Joe texted his dad at 17:05,

then rang him a
few minutes later.

He's sat in the clubhouse
propping up the bar.

[Jac] The van turns
in from the main road,

then pulls up right of shot.

[Kenny] Yeah, that's the last
clear image we have of him.

What?

There's nothing else on camera?

[Kenny] They must've reccied
the place beforehand.

Well, can we blow up
these number plates?

From that angle, we
can't get a read of them.

Well, get a techie onto it.

That lad's been
missing since Saturday,

we need to make a public appeal.

Bit late for that.

Someone's bound
to have seen him.

God, no public appeal,

until we know what it
is we're dealing with.

If Joe was abducted for
purpose of coercion,

well, the people who did this

must've subsequently
made contact.

Yep, stated the terms,
instructions, demands.

Did you say Joe phoned
his dad from the club?

I'm guessing he hadn't
replied to his text.

Ma'am, I've got that
call logged at 17:11.

Well, that's five minutes
after he was abducted.

They called Gary
Mallon on Joe's phone?

Aye, to prove they'd
taken his son.

We're looking at a
tiger kidnapping.

[intense melodic music]

[soft melodic music]

[Kelly] Why would
anyone take my boy?

Well, we think his
dad was coerced

into helping with that robbery

and they're keeping
your son as collateral.

They've got no
reason to harm him.

So why haven't they let him go?

Because they didn't bank
on Gary getting hurt, love.

And if and when he wakes up,
they've still got your lad,

he's less likely to talk.

I don't believe
this is happening.

Did he ever mention a
family called the Webleys?

Not to me, we were
barely speaking.

But you'd have heard of
them growing up in Peyton?

I know they're people you
don't want to mess with.

Are you telling us
these people took Joe?

I knew Gary couldn't
be trusted with Joe.

I told you, didn't I?

Now when you took the
lad to Bedlington,

how did Gary seem?

Like normal, we met
up in the car park,

I didn't even get
out of the car.

Now, we'd heard he'd had
a bit of a breakdown,

when he lost access to his son.

Oh, you've been talking
to his mam, have you?

Now I'm just trying to get
a fix on his state of mind,

love, why he'd get involved
in something like this.

You should be out
there looking for Joe.

They're just trying
to help, okay.

Now we're gonna put you in touch

with a family liaison officer

and he'll stay with
you, until he's found

and in the meantime,
we'll keep you posted.

Are you alright?

[door clicking open]

What kind of father puts
his child in danger?

Well, he didn't, whoever
it was took him did that.

He should've come
straight to the police.

What, and put him
in more danger?

Bearing in mind who it is
we're dealing with here.

Even so, if that was my boy.

Oh, it's a different
world, love,

[phone ringing]

he did what he thought
was best for his son.

And look where that got him.

Yeah, we'll find him, the
lad, that's all that matters.

Jac.

Ma'am, we got a
result back from ANPR,

the transit van's registered
to a Connor Barton.

Thanks, Jac.

Connor Barton, Connor Barton?

[soft upbeat music]

That's the fella on her wall.

Works on the door
at that social club.

[car doors clicking open]

[car doors thudding]

-[car rumbling]
-[soft upbeat music]

-[handbrake cranking]
-[dog barking]

-[car doors clicking open]
-It looks like someone else

is keeping tabs on the place.

[car doors thudding]

[soft melodic music]

[dog barking]

[car engine starting]

[car rumbling]

[intense melodic music]

[background people chattering]

[door clicking open]

DS Healy, DCI Stanhope
looking for Connor Barton.

Well, I haven't
seen him in a while.

Well, he works the doors here.

Yeah, well, he
does the odd shift,

when we need some muscle.

Some of these fellas
are a handful.

Mr. Webley?

Any idea where we might
find Connor Barton?

He's with his mam in Cambois.

Ah, now, our colleague
has visited his mam,

she hasn't seen him
for a while either.

Is Connor in some
kind of trouble?

Wouldn't be the first time.

We need to question him in
connection to a recent robbery,

container theft
down at the port.

Hit and run, wasn't it?

No, we're going with
attempted murder, love.

The victim in question
was Gary Mallon,

one of your regulars.

Gary's in here most nights,
never been any bother.

Yeah, well, right now, he's
lying in intensive care.

I'll get Eva to sort
out a whip round.

[Vera] Did he ever come in
here with Connor Barton?

Not that I remember,
why do you ask?

Because Gary Mallon's lad
was abducted on Saturday

around the same time
Connor went missing.

He also works for
your mam, I believe,

one of her errand boys.

I've always steered clear
of the family business.

Somehow I doubt that, this
would be the perfect place

to launder her dirty money.

This club is legit.

I don't need our mam's
help to run things.

Well, if he should
show his face,

be sure to tip us the wink,

otherwise I might not be
inclined to believe you.

[soft melodic music]

[crows cawing]

[water dripping]

[crows cawing]

[soft melodic music]

[door clicking open]

[soft melodic music]

[knife clicking]

[soft melodic music]

[knife slicing rope]

Eat.

[door thudding]

[intense melodic music]

Connor Barton, one of
Grace Webley's lackies.

Now his whereabouts
are currently unknown,

find him, chances are
we'll find that lad.

We've got two grabs
of his licence plate

on the day Joe was abducted,

a service station south
of Morpeth at 17:35,

then 15 minutes later on a
B road outside of Hartburn.

[Vera] Right, holed up
somewhere no one can find him.

Most of that area's
woods and farmland.

Yeah, we can hardly
search every barn.

Look, I'm aware of that, Mark.

Now I need a pair of legs
over at that service station,

couple of fellas in a transit
van, any sign of that lad

and find out if Barton
used his debit card.

-[phone ringing]
-Ma'am.

Jac, I need you over
in Tynemouth, keep
close to the mam.

What, candles and sandals?
There's a flow over there.

Look, I need someone
there I can trust,

someone to keep tabs, hm?

First point of contact
in case they try to call.

We ran that check on Declan
Webley you asked for, ma'am.

One run-in with the
police we know about,

assaulted a punter in the
club about two years ago,

blow to the head
with a pool cue.

Should hate to see
him lose in a quiz.

I've got his medical records.

He spent some time on a psych
ward after being sectioned

as a kid, Antisocial
Personality Disorder.

It was his mam
had him committed?

Hm.

Now that'd be a
source of resentment.

That was the hospital, Gary
Mallon is out of surgery.

It's not looking good.

[sombre orchestral music]

Post operative stroke as a
result of a trauma to the brain.

[Vera exhales heavily]

[tuts] Get onto the CPS,

this is now a murder inquiry.

[door clicking open]

[door thudding quietly]

I am so sorry,
love, really I am.

You had him down for
some kind of criminal.

I think your son
made some bad choices

and just couldn't see a way out.

[soft orchestral music]

I thought I should
be here for Gary.

Bit late for that.

I didn't come to fight.

This is your fault,

all of this,

you pushed and you pushed,

until you broke him.

My Gary would never have got
mixed up with those people,

if she hadn't have
walked out on him.

Alright, love.

-Come on.
-He had nothing left.

He took out some payday loan,

he only borrowed to
settle his legal fees,

when Kelly was awarded
custody. [sobbing]

Who was it lent him
the money, love?

Someone from the club, I think,

banks wouldn't touch him.

He told me not to worry.

He'd sorted things, he said.

[sombre orchestral music]

[Grace] There's a public
auction tomorrow morning,

I'm needed on the floor.

Right, well, give us
some straight answers,

we'll make this short and sweet.

Gary Mallon, foreman down at
the Peyton Container Port.

What's that got to do with us?

Died this morning,

result of injuries
sustained in a robbery.

Now we've recovered the
stolen shipping container,

seems they were
trafficking heroin.

Dirty drug, never touch it.

Oh, packed it all in, have you?

To sell secondhand crockery.

Rose-enameled Qianlong vase.

-[Vera tutting]
-Late 18th century.

Hm, fancy stuff.

Reserve price of 45,000,
Midland copper's annual salary.

Let's talk about Connor Barton.

[sighs] Name doesn't
ring any bells?

No, one of your errand boys,

works on the door down
at the social club.

You need to speak to Declan,
he manages the place.

No, I think his mam's
still pulling his strings.

A woman like you
doesn't miss much.

We have got evidence
that ties Connor

to the abduction of
a 13-year old boy.

Gary Mallon's lad, Joe

went missing day
before the robbery.

I would never endanger a child.

Then you'd better
make this right.

[soft melodic music]

She's lying through her teeth.

Yeah, but that look on her face,

when we mentioned
the missing lad.

20 kilos of uncut heroin,
what's that worth on the street?

A million quid, give or take.

Hm, so putting her
mark in intensive care,

full on police investigation,
no, no, that doesn't stack up.

She must've known that
consignment was coming in.

But what if someone else
stole it from under her nose?

Hm, someone who knew
how she operated.

She'd be longing to
get even, wouldn't she?

Score to settle.

[car doors clicking open]

[soft melodic music]

[car doors thudding]

What did she want?

Some questions
about that robbery.

I heard the foreman was injured.

He died this morning.

Any idea who's behind all this?

I'll find out soon enough.

Lunch is ready.

And wash your hands.

[car engine starting]

[car rumbling]

[soft melodic music]

[background people chattering]

[soft melodic music]

[glasses clinking]

Alright?

[window shattering]

[fire roaring]

[Eva screaming]

[people shouting]

[intense melodic music]

[soft melodic music]

I need to double check.

-[camera clicking]
-Just one second.

Someone hurled a firebomb
through the window

around nine p.m. last night.

Anyone hurt?

[Aiden] Whole place was
quiet, they were lucky.

[sighs] And I'm guessing
no one saw who did it?

Well, if they did,
they're not talking.

Hm.

Declan Webley not here?

Well, he dropped in this
morning to check the damage,

took off before the
police got here.

Wasn't here last night then?

Out of town on business.

Well, get a statement
from anyone who was.

[soft upbeat music]

[door clicking open]

[door thudding quietly]

[door clicking open]

[door thudding]

[tense melodic music]

[paper rustling]

[drawer sliding open]

[tense melodic music]

[soft upbeat music]

[soft orchestral music]

[door clicking open]

What the hell are
you playing at?

[soft tense music]

Looks like you and Connor
Barton are an item.

[intense melodic music]

[gun firing]

[door clicking open]

Good shot.

[Declan exhaling heavily]

[gun thudding]

[gun clicking]

Ah, you might want to
put that down, love.

[gun thudding]

Now I had a word with
one of your bar staff,

she told us I'd find you here.

Now that firebomb attack
on your club last night,

any idea who's behind it?

I couldn't tell you.

[tuts] Well, you must've
crossed quite a few people

in your line of work.

We've had threats before.

We'll be back up and
running in no time.

Hm and I see you lent
money to Gary Mallon?

Aye, I was helping him out,
he agreed to the terms.

And when he couldn't keep
up with the payments,

you promised to
write off the debt?

[book thudding]

Sorry, hinny, you've lost me.

[Vera chuckling softly]

Now, the morning
of that robbery,

I'm assuming you can vouch
for your whereabouts?

[Declan] I was over at the club.

The breakfast shift?

Stock take.

So unless you're
here to arrest us.

Now, whoever it was stole
that heroin from Grace Webley,

well, they would need
to be someone close,

maybe someone with a
little bit of a chip.

She might have turned a blind
eye to the small things, love,

but she's not gonna
let this one go.

[soft melodic music]

You'd better hope
I nail you first.

[door clicking open]

[gun firing]

[intense melodic music]

I want a tail put on him,

chances are he knows
where that lad is.

Why don't we just bring him in?

Well, we will,

as soon as we've got
something to charge him with.

Now, let's have a chat
with that barmaid.

[car doors clicking open]

[car door thudding]

No less than nine calls made
by you to a burner phone

and I'm guessing it
belongs to Connor Barton.

I sent him texts and
left him messages,

he didn't reply to any of them.

When did you last see him?

He picked us up from
work last Friday.

He said I wouldn't
see him in a while,

that he had business
to attend to.

Oh, and did this business
concern Gary Mallon?

He barely knew Gary Mallon.

He was down at the
club most nights.

Gary was usually half
cut, drowning his sorrows.

Oh, so he's pouring
his heart out,

while you're pouring
him drinks, ey?

Declan just told us to
keep him sweet, that's all.

Ah, so you knew he
was being set up?

Let's put the squeeze on
Gary Mallon and I know,

let's abduct his son
for good measure,

in case he gets cold feet.

Connor would never get
involved in a kidnapping,

he knew the police were
keeping tabs on the club.

Did he tell you that?

A couple of plainclothes,
they've been watching the place.

Connor hasn't been himself
for the past few weeks

and I knew he was
hiding something

and when I couldn't
get hold of him,

I thought maybe
Grace Webley had...

Had what?

Now why would Grace Webley
go after one of her own, hm?

If this is incitement, love,

you're looking at a
custodial sentence.

[soft tense music]

Declan and Connor had set
themselves up in business,

loans, car theft, card fraud.

This is behind Grace
Webley's back, hm?

He just resented the fact
that she never rated him.

Trusted him to run the club.

That was her way of
keeping him out of trouble.

Grace always indulged Declan,

but she knew he was dangerous.

Well, this is our one
chance to put him away.

Now we've already got your
boyfriend banged to rights

for the abduction of a minor,

so just give us something

to tie Declan Webley to this.

[soft tense music]

Gary came into the
club Saturday evening.

The day his lad went missing?

He went into the
office with Declan.

They were in there like
five minutes, tops.

His face, when he left, he
looked like a condemned man.

[phone ringing]

Yes, Mark?

Update on Declan Webley's
whereabouts, ma'am,

looks like he's gone to ground.

That is not what I want
to hear right now, Mark.

[sighs] Ma'am.

Declan Webley's gone AWOL.

Hm, no surprises there then.

Right, put it out to uniform,

I want him apprehended and
brought in for questioning.

Ah, ma'am.

I pulled out an anomaly in
Connor Barton's rap sheet.

He was arrested three weeks
ago, intent to supply,

no charges filed, released
due to a lack of evidence.

-Well, who sanctioned that?
-There's nothing on his file.

-[Jac knocking on door]
-Ma'am.

-What?
-Connor Barton,

that mobile number
we've got for him,

we've narrowed down
the GPS coordinates,

places him somewhere
around Yewsley village.

Good work, Jac.

-[Joe breathing heavily]
-[door clicking open]

[soft melodic music]

I want to see my dad.

These people I work for, they've
been watching your house.

They want to make
sure she stays safe.

You'd best stop
messing me about.

[Joe breathing heavily]

Need my inhaler.

Sports bag.

[intense melodic music]

[door thudding]

[Vera sighing]

Well, Connor Barton bought
food and cigarettes yesterday,

-paid in cash.
-It was definitely him?

Well, he parked up
in a transit van.

He told the shopkeeper he
was staying in the area.

Well, can we narrow down
those phone coordinates?

There's a farm near the river.

I know it.

It's rented out
as a holiday let.

A holiday let? Place
is falling down.

Well, let's check it out.

[soft melodic music]

[car approaching]

[handbrake cranking]

[tense melodic music]

[cupboard door clicking open]

[birds chirping]

Anything?

[tense melodic music]

Yeah, there's a grey
van parked up outside.

-Right, come on.
-Hang on.

We should wait for backup.

But we've got to get in there.

We don't know how many
people we're dealing with.

[Vera exhales heavily]

[gun firing]

[intense melodic music]

[melodic suspenseful music]

[car doors thudding]

[car engine starting]

This is DS Healy en
route to a farmhouse

near Yewsley village,

dealing with a suspect in
connection with a kidnap.

-Request armed response at 10.
-[tyres screeching]

[Vera] Aiden, there's
someone legging it.

We've got eyes on a
vehicle leaving the scene,

unable to verify details.

-[car rumbling]
-[melodic suspenseful music]

-[car brakes squeaking]
-[handbrake cranking]

[melodic suspenseful music]

[car doors clicking open]

[car doors thudding]

Confirming vehicle
registration, DA14 NWD.

[crows cawing]

[birds chirping]

[soft upbeat music]

[door creaking open]

[tense melodic music]

[door clicking open]

[tense melodic music]

[intense melodic music]

[Aiden] Ma'am!

[tense melodic music]

[Vera breathing heavily]

Request an ambulance
and forensics-

[Vera] Tell me it's not him,
tell me it's not that lad.

[tense melodic music]

[intense melodic music]

[soft melodic music]

[crows cawing]

[soft melodic music]

Single shot to the
chest, .22 handgun.

This flat, burn ring here,

that matches the
profile of a muzzle.

Traces of smoke, everything
points to a contact shot.

[bag rustling]

Oh and signs of a
struggle over there.

So someone chases
him from the house.

Yeah, so there's a tussle
and the gun goes off, hm?

There's a good chance we'll
lift the assailant's DNA.

[crow cawing]

Right, well, we found
Connor Barton's prints

on the zip of that
sleeping bag over there,

presumably he'd been
kipping on the sofa.

Aye, holed up here
since the weekend.

Oh, they made a bit of an
effort to cover their tracks,

ma'am, back door handle's
been wiped clean.

We did manage to lift
someone else's prints

off that cupboard door and
the back of that chair.

Well, run a check on
those prints, Malcolm,

see if you can find a
match with Declan Webley,

-he'll be on the system.
-[camera clicking]

What about the lad?

They were keeping him
upstairs in the attic.

Tied up a lad.

We were so close
and we've lost him.

Whoever took him drove
away in that car.

I'm trying to get a fix
on the vehicle, but.

[Vera exhales heavily]

DCI Stanhope, are you there?

[soft melodic music]

[crow cawing]

[car approaching]

[car door thudding]

[soft melodic music]

Well, you were right
about those prints.

We've got a match.

Declan Webley.

[crow cawing]

[Lucia sighing]

[soft melodic music]

-[plastic rustling]
-[soft upbeat music]

[Lucia gasping]

Oh, not got the
stomach for it, love?

I heard there'd been a shooting.

I didn't think it would be-

Who, Connor Barton?

Those drugs charges,

it was you made them go away.

We approached him
a few weeks ago.

Prosecution
immunity, if any case

against the Webleys
went to trial.

You were running an informant,

a suspect in a murder inquiry

and you didn't think to tell us?

I was trying to
protect a source.

Did he warn you that
robbery was going down?

If he had done, we'd
have been ready.

So his intel was questionable
to say the least.

The last few days he,
[sighs] he'd gone to ground,

he was worried the
Webleys were onto him.

Well, if they were,
love, all this is on you.

[crow cawing]

You were warned not to
talk to Grace Webley.

I'm not the only one who
compromised this case.

I'm investigating two murders

and the abduction of a child.

Your actions in not
waiting for backup

have raised questions about
your competence to lead.

The lad's life was in danger,
we couldn't afford to wait.

And where is he now, hm?

The ACC's been fully appraised,

he's decided you should
take a step back from this.

[phone ringing]

What? DCI Stanhope.

[soft tense music]

Yes, sir.

[Vera sighing heavily]

What, he's taken
her off the case?

No way.

That's not happening.

Boss?

[soft melodic music]

I've been called
in for a meeting.

Doesn't pay to keep
the man waiting.

You're seriously gonna
walk away from this?

Look, you just concentrate
on finding that lad, alright.

[Vera sighing heavily]

[car door clicking open]

-[car door thudding]
-[car engine starting]

[soft melodic music]

[car rumbling]

[Vera tutting]

[soft melodic music]

[Aiden] You've got
through to DS Healy,

-please leave a message.
-[Vera sighing]

[phone beeping]

Aiden, it's me, will you call
me as soon as you get this?

I need your help. [sighing]

[soft melodic music]

In the absence of the DCI,

I will be stepping
up as Acting SIO.

If Connor Barton had been
tapped up as a police informant,

we have to keep in
mind the likelihood,

that he may have
been compromised.

At the moment, that's
pure supposition.

We know that Declan Webley
was at the farmhouse.

Any new leads on
his whereabouts?

[Jac] Nothing yet.

He must be in the frame
for Connor's murder.

We should get some legs
over to the social club,

see if anyone there can shed
any light on his whereabouts.

Mike?

It's time to lift
the press embargo,

we need to turn up the
heat on Grace Webley.

What about the
surveillance operation?

Well, thanks to the
actions of DCI Stanhope,

I think our cover's
well and truly blown.

Yeah, well, if the boss
is being sidelined,

I'm off the case too.

[door thudding]

Connor's girlfriend,
Eva Pinnock,

someone needs to break the news,

drill down on that
statement she gave us.

Well, I've got a home
address for her in Peyton,

-I'll drive us both over.
-Great.

[soft upbeat music]

[sheep bleating]

[car rumbling]

-[car brakes squeaking]
-[handbrake cranking]

[car door clicking open]

[car door thudding]

-She's busy.
-Ah, put a sock in it,

I'm sure she'll whistle,
if she needs you.

Keep on eye on that for
us, would you, love?

-[birds chirping]
-[wind blowing]

[Grace] This is beginning
to look like harassment.

Just wanted a chat
just the two of us,

it's a good a place as any.

Police never bothered to
find out who killed him.

My son was a Webley after all.

Well, I can see why you
want to keep Declan safe,

save him going the same
way as his brother.

[Grace] There's an anger inside
of him that frightens us.

So that firebomb was
a warning, was it?

His mam's way of saying
he'd stepped out of line?

[tuts] Stealing a
consignment of class A drugs,

all to prove he's worthy
of the family name.

I think this little
talk is over.

Connor Barton, we found
his body at a farmhouse,

where they'd been
holding that lad.

And the boy?

Still missing

and we can place your
son at the scene,

which puts him in the
frame for Connor's murder.

Connor was the one
person Declan trusted.

Well, found out his best
mate was a police informer,

that must've rankled.

Or maybe 'cause
Connor had it coming?

And what about the
lad, Joe Mallon?

I don't rate his chances

and you know what your son's
capable of more than anyone.

Your choice, love.

[soft tense music]

You're asking me to turn him in?

A grown man abducts
a teenage lad,

you said yourself, that's
not the way you do business.

You think Declan will come
looking for his mam after this?

I think he'll do whatever
she tells him to do.

Chance to put things right.

[soft orchestral music]

[car rumbling]

[handbrake cranking]

[car door clicking open]

[birds chirping]

-[car door thudding]
-What have you got for us?

Officer Kehoe? I'd
say we've bonded.

Oh, turned on the
charm, did you?

Well, once we agreed
that you were a dinosaur.

Ey?

Well, I had to get her on side.

You were right as usual,

that approach she
made to Connor Barton,

it wasn't sanctioned
by the NCA top brass.

It broke every rule in the book.

So what about Grace Webley?

Well, that was a
tougher proposition,

but I think we've
reached an understanding.

[soft orchestral music]

[car rumbling quietly]

[handbrake cranking]

[car rumbling quietly]

[soft tense music]

[Declan sighing]

[car door clicking open]

[soft tense music]

[car door thudding]

[car door clicking open]

[car door thudding]

I'm sorry.

I know.

[Declan sobbing]

Oh.

[melodic suspenseful music]

[cars rumbling quietly]

Mam.

Mam.

-[handbrake cranking]
-Armed police, do not move!

-[car door thudding]
-Get down!

-Get down on your knees!
-Mam!

[Officer] Down on your
knees now, get down!

Show me your hands,
stick your hands out!

Do not move!

Stay there, keep still.

[melodic suspenseful music]

-You.
-Stay still!

Mam.

[handcuffs clicking]

Bring him this way.

Declan Webley, you are under
arrest on suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything.

[melodic suspenseful music]

[faucet water running]

Malcolm.

Ah, I heard you've
been transferred

to the Underwater Search
Unit, probably canteen gossip.

Now, Connor Barton's killer,

did you find anything to
implicate Declan Webley?

Well, the fibres on
the deceased's jacket

didn't match any of the clothing
we found at the farmhouse.

We took skin cells
from his face and neck,

still extracting
DNA for analysis.

So you might want to hold off
on that interview with Webley.

Right, he's been in custody
for three hours, Malcolm,

I can't afford to wait.

[Malcolm] Well, you could
tie him to that robbery.

What?

Don't thank me,
thank the mosquito.

You're joking?

It was full of his blood.

[soft melodic music]

[door clicking open]

You can bring him up, Kenny.

You've arrested Declan Webley?

[Vera] I'm all set
to interview him now.

In case you've forgotten,
you've been pulled off the case.

Oh, we sorted all that out

with the ACC, love,
misunderstanding.

Ooh, and I thought it
best not to mention

your little arrangement
with Connor Barton,

'cause that was all off
the books, wasn't it?

So I cut a few
corners, who doesn't?

Aye, but you turned his
head with a bribe, love,

same as the Webleys did,

gave a source licence to
commit a serious crime.

Now that may look
like corruption

to those nervous types upstairs.

Word of advice, if you're
going to break the rules,

make sure someone's
got your back.

Now then, there's a viewing
room down the end there.

[soft tense music]

Connor Barton,
murdered yesterday,

farmhouse out near Yewsley.

You seriously
think I killed him?

Well, you found
out he was a grass,

put a bullet through his
chest, proper Webley after all.

Connor was family, he'd
have never betrayed us.

Well, we can prove
you were there,

your prints are
all over the house.

[soft melodic music]

-[Declan breathing heavily]
-Connor called us,

said he'd got himself
involved in a robbery.

I went there to hear
him out, that's all.

[Declan exhaling heavily]

[van door clicking open]

[van door thudding]

[van doors clicking open]

Where's the rest of it?

Left it behind in the lorry.

We got what we needed.

Now Barton was at that
farmhouse along with Joe Mallon,

the lad you kidnapped
from Bedlington.

[Declan] You've got nothing
to tie us to any of this.

Connor won't be talking.

No, we have a statement
from a witness, love,

tells us that you
met with Gary Mallon

at your club the night
his lad was abducted,

coerced him into helping
with that robbery.

She's lying.

Now, I know who it is then,

plus we have forensic
evidence, hm.

Now this little mozzy gave
us a match with your blood,

which proves it was
you driving that lorry

and that's enough
for us to charge you

with Gary Mallon's murder.

I'm done with minding that kid.

That kid is the one thing
stopping Gary from talking

and we are in this
together, mate.

[soft tense music]

No going back now.

[gun clicking]

I thought I could trust you.

Course you can trust me.

Put the gun down, Declan.

Now, I've been taking a look

at your juvenile
medical reports.

Borderline psychosis, wasn't
that the clinical assessment?

Couldn't match up
to your brother.

Well, now your mam's even
washed her hands of you, love.

Sometimes I'd watch her,

the way her eyes never left him.

She'd, she'd catch
us staring and she'd,

she'd look right through me.

But none of this has got
anything to do with that lad

and his mam right now is
sat at home worried sick.

So just tell us
where is he, love.

Please.

I left him at the house with
Connor, day of the robbery.

Last time I laid eyes
on either of them.

[tense melodic music]

[phone ringing]

Mam.

[Kelly] Joe? Oh, thank
God, are you okay?

I'm fine.

Where are you?

Dunno, a phone box.

The sign says near Meldon.

Joe, I need you to
stay where you are,

the police will
come and find you.

No, no, police.

Oh, okay, okay.

Mam, you need to listen.

Peter's gonna come
and get you, love.

Just promise us you'll
stay where you are.

Joe?

[tense melodic music]

Joe?

[intense melodic music]

[background people chattering]

[car rumbling quietly]

[car doors clicking open]

[car doors thudding]

[Vera] So who did
the lad speak to?

His mum, she said he
sounded frightened.

Why didn't she call
us straightaway?

Apparently Joe
warned her not to.

The last call from that phone
box was over an hour ago.

He could be anywhere by now.

Aye, well, he won't have
got far, if he's on foot

and let's hope he is and not
in the boot of someone's car.

Right now, I want
feet on the ground,

main roads and the
nearest village.

Mr. Henson, I'm
assuming you've searched

the immediate area?

I've been driving around
in circles for 20 minutes.

Took us a while
to find the place,

Ah, wasting valuable time,

we could've got the
patrol car here earlier.

I wasn't thinking straight,

I just got in the
car, drove over.

What can I do to help?

The best thing you can
do, love is just go home,

leave it to the police.

Alright.

[Peter sighing]

[helicopter whirring overhead]

Chances are he was
never in that car

we saw screaming away.

The phone box is less than
five miles from the farmhouse.

Where's he been all night?

Phones his mam, says he's fine.

Why didn't he just stay put?

Well, at least he didn't
bump into Declan Webley.

-Ma'am.
-Small mercies. Anything?

No joy in the pub,

but the landlord says,
he'll put the word out.

Right, well, keep in
touch with the TSOs,

young lad, country road.

Someone must've seen him.

[sombre orchestral music]

[car door thudding]

[tarpaulin rustling]

[melodic orchestral music]

[Announcer] Dr. Page
to Paediatrics please,

Dr. Page to Paediatrics.

There you go.

Wow, you have been in the wars.

You had us worried.

Busted my ankle, when
I fell off the roof.

Yeah, you climbed out through
that skylight, didn't you?

You clever lad.

Now those people who
were holding you captive,

do you recognise
either of these fellas?

Never saw their faces.

Oh.

-Hi mum's on the way.
-Ah, well, that's good.

That fella's dead, isn't he?

I heard a shot.

But you didn't
see what happened?

Just kept running,

hid in the woods till morning.

Well, you must've been frozen.

It was alright.

Well, it's best not
to dwell on it, love.

They can't hurt you now.

What about my dad?

Can I see him?

[soft melodic music]

Joe.

Thank you.

Joe, come here.

He'll still need to
make a formal statement.

Okay.

Hasn't he been through enough?

Oh, nothing that
can't wait, love.

Let's get you home, come on.

You go, you're alright.

Are you alright?

-Lean on me.
-Ey?

What's up with your foot?

[Vera] Poor lad's in bits.

Well, he's just lost his dad,

it's gonna take a
while to sink in.

Said he didn't see their faces.

You don't sound convinced.

I know there's something
he's not telling us.

Okay, ma'am, forensics sent
over that touch DNA analysis.

Now chances are it came from
Connor Barton's assailant,

but it wasn't a match
with Declan Webley.

Connor's killer's
still out there.

Oh, my money's on Declan's mam.

Grace Webley? She's
got a bus pass.

Ah, found out where they
were hiding the drugs,

took out Connor, threw in
Declan just for good measure.

[tuts] No, she seemed plausible,

when she was stood
at her son's grave.

Well, you said it
yourself, ma'am,

never gets her hands dirty.

Maybe she's been playing us.

[Vera exhales heavily]

[soft melodic music]

[Lucia knocking on door]

Heard you found him, the boy.

Hm, let's you off the hook.

If Connor Barton's
death was down to me,

I need to own this,
I filed a report.

I did a bit of digging
and I found the deeds

for the farmhouse, where
they were keeping Joe Mallon.

I don't know if it'll help.

Declan Webley
didn't kill Barton,

his DNA evidence ruled him out.

[Lucia exhales heavily]

What's this,
Brightholden Enterprises.

Anonymous shell company.

Brightholden,

Brightholden.

That's the company those
checks were made out to.

Henson Larford,

Managing Partner, Peter Henson.

[tense melodic music]

Oh, no, Aiden, get
hold of that lad's man,

call Kelly now.

I owe you, love.

[door clicking open]

-[door thudding]
-Where is he?

What were you thinking
of coming here?

The police are
looking for Declan,

they know he pulled
that robbery.

What if he drops us both in it?

He won't.

I want my cut,

30%, we agreed.

[tense melodic music]

You'll get your share
as soon as it's sold.

[cupboard doors thudding]

[tense melodic music]

-Kelly's not answering.
-Well, keep trying.

[furniture rumbling]

[tense melodic music]

Do you think anyone will
touch you after this?

You need to let the boy go,

drive him somewhere quiet
and leave him there.

I think you're forgetting
who's in charge here.

[tense melodic music]

[roof tiles rattling]

[tense melodic music]

[Joe gasping]

[melodic suspenseful music]

[Joe groaning]

[melodic suspenseful music]

-[door clicking open]
-Oh, there you are, love.

[Aiden] We've been trying to
call you for the past hour.

I had my head down, I hadn't
slept properly in days.

Peter gave me one of his pills.

Yeah, well, we need to talk
to him, love, where is he?

He took Joe out for his
tea, he said he needed

-some quiet time.
-Where did he take him?

[Kelly] Down to
the beach, I think.

Is Peter a member
of the gun club?

Yeah, he's over
there most weekends.

He likes to think
he's one of the boys.

He ever bring a
gun home with him?

Why? What's happened?

-[waves lapping shore]
-[seagulls cawing]

What you saw at the farmhouse,

it wasn't how it looked.

[intense melodic music]

They told us they'd hurt you,

if I didn't go along
with the robbery,

said your mam would be next.

-[dramatic music]
-[both grunting]

You think I would tell her?

They'd send us to prison.

[soft melodic music]

That what you want?

[both grunting]

-[gun firing]
-Ah!

[Peter grunting]

[soft tense music]

Joe!

What did you say to the police?

Nothing.

I'll make this up
to you, I promise.

[car door thudding]

[soft tense music]

We need to leave.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

You'll do what
you're told for once.

-[ride engine roaring]
-[people shrieking]

[tense melodic music]

[background people chattering]

[tense orchestral music]

[background people chattering]

[people shrieking]

We need to get home, warn Mam.

That fella told us they
knew where we lived,

he had pictures.

Just shut up and move, will you?

It's you they're after.

If they catch us, I'm finished.

You know what they
did to your dad.

You set my dad up.

It's your fault he's dead.

Your dad was a loser,
he had it coming.

My dad was worth 10 of you.

[Vera] Let him go.

[Joe] He's got a gun.

Oh, love, [breathing heavily]

you don't want to do that, love.

[background people chattering]

[tense melodic music]

-[gun rattling]
-Okay, get the gun.

Get the gun.

You know I'd never hurt you.

Aiden.

Joe, come on.

[Vera breathing heavily]

[soft melodic music]

[car door thudding]

[soft melodic music]

[players shouting]

Won't we? We'll get
you playing soon.

Thank you for inviting me.

Glad you made it,
that's Joe over there.

-Come on, Joe!
-Come on, Joe!

-Come on, Joe!
-Come on, Joe!

Go on, lad!

-[whistle blowing]
-Oh!

Well done, lad, well done, Joe!

Come on, Joe!

[both laughing]

You're missing a good match.

Winning, is he?

He is.

Who's that?

[Aiden] Oh, this is my boy, Max.

It never is, well, you've grown.

Well, you only get to see
him once in a blue moon.

-Hello.
-Hello, boss.

Hey, don't be cheeky.

Ah, he's alright, your
dad calls me dinosaur.

I know.

Right, get the ice pops, go on.

[players shouting]

It's good of you to bring her.

Aye, she couldn't get
here quick enough.

I'm glad he's happy.

-Touch!
-[whistle blowing]

-That's it, well done!
-[both clapping]

[Kelly] Well done, Joe!

Hey, we're gonna get
some burgers after.

-Yeah.
-Why don't you join us?

No, you be with your bairn,
bit of father son time.

-Bye, Max.
-Bye.

Why don't you join us
for the second half?

[soft melodic music]

[Aiden sighing]

Right, which one?

That one?

[background people chattering]

[soft melodic music]

-[whistle blowing]
-[crowd applauding]

[soft melodic music]

[melodic orchestral music]

[light melodic music]