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- Got an RTC, Terrace Road. Anybody nearby to respond?

So, how far to Terrace Road?

About five minutes?

- Well, go on then. - This is Romeo six.

We are on route... [ Siren blaring ]

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- Reports of a break-in, suspect is male,

dressed in black and white hoodie.

Copy that, we're on our way.

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[ Banging ]

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- We have reports of domestic violence

at Jermaine Street flats.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

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- Romeo six, can you conduct a welfare check?

Seventy year old lady in distress.

- Drunk and disorderly at the Chicken Shop

on Southern Avenue.

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[ Groans ]

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Oh, give me a break!

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- Did a stint down here when I was in uniform

back in the day.

- I used to see a girl from here.

Arlene, her name was.

Arlene Potts.

Came through to see her one Sunday.

Went for a walk on Steeley Pier.

She dumped me half way across.

- Ah, and there's you coming all that way.

- I know, but I liked her -- a lot.

- Have you finished? - Yeah. Sorry.

- Are you gonna fill me in or what?

- Well, Leanne Waller. Park warden.

On her rounds this morning when she sees the body

of a male in the pond... So, she wades in, pulls him out.

- Ah, forensics won't be best pleased about that.

- And that's when she sees his head's bashed in.

- Do we know who he is? - No ID.

No wallet, no phone -- but get this,

the responding officer recognised him

as PC Joel Kingston.

- He's a copper? - Worked out of Morgan Road.

Is that who ID'd him, Ken?

- Aye, Ma'am. It's a Constable Pearson.

She said she done her training with him.

- Well, we better check with the station anyway.

Right.

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- She pulled him out of the water.

- Well, what was she supposed to do?

- She should have secured the area

and waited for us to arrive.

She's a park keeper.

I doubt they teach 'em crime scene management.

- So, what have we got? - He's taken multiple blows

on the left side of his skull and face.

Looks like a particularly violent attack with a weapon...

Before you ask, I have no idea what it was.

- Well, it must've been something heavy

to inflict those sort of injuries.

- Can't confirm exact cause of death right now,

but I can tell you, he's got some defence wounds...

And forensics found blood spots over there.

Could be it was an altercation that escalated.

- Seems he was a police officer. - Fit too.

- Well, I don't think that's appropriate.

I meant physically fit.

As in, he would've been hard to overpower.

Oh...

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- Morning, Ma'am. This is Leanne.

She's the one who found the body

Eh, that must've been a shock.

Putting it mildly.

- Well, we'll not keep you long, love.

You tell me what time did you find him?

Just after nine.

- And presumably the park had been open

for a couple of hours by then.

Unlocked the gates at six.

- Had you seen the lad before you found him in the pond?

Or anyone else for that matter?

- Been on the other side of the park all morning.

Someone'd set fire to the dog crap bins again.

I didn't get up to here until later.

But there was no one around at that time.

Well, save for the poor lad.

- Right. Thanks, love.

Ma'am.

Morgan Road has sent through a photo.

Ah, yeah, that looks like him.

So, what d'you reckon?

- Well, no phone, no wallet.

Could be a robbery, gone wrong.

But then the timing's weird.

I mean, Saturday morning's hardly a ripe time

for muggings, is it?

Ideal location though.

Quiet, lots of cover.

Time to pick your victim.

- Yeah, but there must be easier prey.

Why pick a young, fit fella in his twenties?

Let's get over to Morgan Road.

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- ...to anybody, really, so you gotta be careful

- when you're out there. - Jim?

Oh, so, it's yourself.

Hey.

DS Aiden Healy.

Aiden, this is Sergeant Jim McDonnagh.

Are you still working?

I thought you'd be well retired by now.

Days like today I wish I was.

Ah, so word's out then, is it?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Look, come on through.

Struggling to think what to fathom.

I mean, I watched him clock off just a few hours ago.

- He was working last night? - Yeah.

Just starting a week of nights.

- So what time did he finish this morning?

Just after six.

Anything happen on his shift?

- As far as I know it was the usual Friday night.

Was he working with anyone?

- Yeah, Naz Singh. She's a probationer.

- Oh, is she here? - No.

She went home before Kingston.

What was he like?

- Good lad. Capable, smart.

He had a bright future ahead of him.

- Is it true? - Aye.

What happened?

- Oh, well, were still tryna work that out, love.

- Oh, DCI Stanhope. - DS Healy.

- This is Gary Sickert, Lisa Hendrix.

They were on last night as well.

- Were you working with PC Kingston?

- No ma'am, we were in town centre all night,

- dealing with the carnage. - So, when did you last see him?

- [ Exhales ] - Uh, yesterday morning was it?

When he and Naz got off the last shift.

- How'd he seem? - He seemed fine, didn't he?

- Yeah. - What happened to your hand?

- Some scrote thought it would be funny to smash up a bus stop.

I cut myself on the glass when I tried to pin the bugger down.

- You had that looked at? - Aye. It's nothing.

- Alright. Go on. Off you go.

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Was Kingston popular?

- How d'you mean? - Well, with the other officers?

- Aye. We're just one big happy family here.

- Okay, Jim. You got an address for us?

- Yeah, lives with his mum and dad.

His old man's Phil Kingston.

- The Phil Kingston? - Aye.

They're knocking on his door now.

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- We'll get someone to pick up this probationer Singh.

Get her in for a statement.

So, who's this Phil Kingston?

- Oh, ex-police sergeant. Retired.

A bit of a legend amongst the old guard.

And if he's anything like he used to be,

this is gonna be tough.

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Uh, yeah, she's just arrived.

Yeah.

Right. Yeah.

- Phil. - Mm-hmm.

Did someone do him?

I think we should go inside.

Did someone kill my son?

It looks that way, yes.

Er...

Look...

Let me talk to his mother.

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- [ Wailing ] - Come on now, pet.

Don't you touch me!

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Laptop...

Hey, I'm sorry Phil.

Any idea who did it?

Hey, early days.

- You must have a theory? - Well we still have to ascertain

whether it was a random attack or if was he targeted.

When'd you last see him?

- Yesterday afternoon, about five.

- So, just before his shift? - Yeah.

- And how did he seem? - He seemed absolutely fine.

Not worried about anything?

- Like what? - Well, I don't know.

- Work? - Nah. Nah.

Joel lived for the job.

- And what about mates? Girlfriends?

- Had a couple of mates from school

but, uh, they fell by the wayside when he joined up.

You know how it goes.

As for girlfriends...

There were a few lasses but nothing serious.

And his brother?

- They were close? - You mean Shane?

They got on.

To be honest, they're different people.

- Mrs. Kingston -- she wants all uniforms to leave,

including the Family Liaison.

I'll go speak to her.

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PC Joel Kingston.

Twenty five years old.

Been working out of Morgan Road nick since he graduated.

His body was found this morning at 9:00 a.m.

in Foxwood Park Pond.

Now, we're still waiting on Pathology,

but it's clear to say he'd suffered a violent attack.

- He doesn't look old enough to be a copper.

He looks like a kid.

- Now, I know this hits close to home,

but we treat this victim the same as we treat any other.

He was last seen leaving Morgan Road

at around 6:00 a.m.

And it's about a 20-minute walk to the park,

so let's track his route.

Start collecting CCTV.

I want those three hours accounted for.

- Ma'am. - Are we saying this was a robbery?

- Well, it's something we have to consider, Jac.

Seeing he was without a wallet or phone.

So, flag his cards and see if you can trace his phone.

And check recent robberies in the area.

Let's look into his private life...

Phone records, social media, emails, the lot.

And find out who his mates were, what he was into.

Kenny, I need you to liaise with Jim McDonnagh at Morgan Road.

I want a blow by blow account of his last shift:

arrest reports, radio comms, body-cam footage.

- Uh, he's already sent some stuff through, Ma'am.

- I'll go through it. - And find out

what his standing was with the other coppers --

- if anyone had any issues. - Okay.

- Naz Singh's in the soft suite. - Who?

Kingston's work partner.

Oh, right.

I'm sorry to keep ya.

I don't understand.

I was with him this morning.

How can he be dead?

- Ah, well, we're not sure yet, love.

That's why we're talking to you.

Now, you and Joel worked together, is that right?

- Yes, ma'am, past few months.

And how was he last night?

Good.

I mean, Joel's always good.

You two were close, were you?

- We weren't mates or anything like that.

Joel was babysitting me.

- So, last night -- how was it?

Just the usual nightmare.

Any confrontations?

There was a domestic, Ma'am.

Jermaine Street flats.

Lass was assaulted by her boyfriend.

He had a go at Joel.

This boyfriend got a name?

Uh, Dean Lennon.

Girlfriend was Ria Leggate.

The neighbour called it in.

It must've happened before because

Joel called them frequent flyers.

Right.

Well done, love.

Eh...

[ Muffled ]

You're a dead man!

You're a dead man!

Right, let's bring him in.

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- Kingston wasn't lying when he told Singh

he'd been here before.

Neighbours made about a dozen calls

in the last six months.

All of them about Lennon and his girlfriend rowing.

- What do we know about this fella?

Thirty two years old.

Previous convictions for drugs and assault.

- And what about his girlfriend, Ria Leggate?

- There's nothing apart from a minor skirmish

- at the supermarket. - Ooh.

[ Elevator chimes, doors open ]

It's, what, a 15-minute walk to the park from here?

- About that. - Ten if you were running.

[ Door opens ]

Ria Leggate?

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He's not here.

- Your lad, love? - Carter, go to your room.

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- Now then, the night before last, love --

one of your neighbours called the police here.

- Yeah. Right. That were a mistake.

- Said you were being assaulted by your boyfriend.

We were just having a row.

Look, we'd had a couple of vodkas.

Got a little bit loud.

There were no need for them to call.

We also know Mr. Lennon,

attacked one of the officers attending that call.

A PC Joel Kingston.

Don't remember that.

- Ah, but that attack was recorded

on the body cam of PC Kingston --

along with your fella threatening to kill him.

- Why are you lot making such a big issue out of it?

Dean had a go at him. So what? He was angry.

Is this what they're sending detectives out

to investigate now?

- Ah no. PC Kingston's dead, love.

Killed yesterday morning, not far from here.

And the reason they send us out is because we deal with murder.

So, I'll ask you again:

where's your boyfriend?

- He went out. I don't know where.

- When did he leave? - Couple of hour ago.

- And after he attacked the officer on Friday night,

- where did he go? - Nowhere.

He stayed here all night.

And then all day.

- Well, she's lying. - Ah, well, 'cause she's scared.

What d'you wanna do now?

- Well, get uniform to talk to the neighbours.

And get someone from domestic crime to chat with her.

She may not be interested, but you never know.

And we need to find Dean Lennon.

Today. [ Mobile ringing ]

Paula?

Ma'am, we're ready...

- Right. Give us half an hour.

My God!

What d'you think you're doing?

That's a private!

- They're giving you the Outstanding Service Medal!

Why didn't you tell us?

- Because it's none of your business.

- That's just brilliant, really. - Oh, shut up.

There's no medals going anywhere.

- What d'you mean? - Because I'm not accepting it.

- And why not? - Because I don't want too.

Alright?

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- He was dead before he went into the pond.

Cause of death was a cerebral haemorrhage

caused by significant blunt force trauma.

- So, someone bashed his head in?

At least four separate blows.

- Can you narrow down time of death?

- He wasn't in the water for long,

and assuming he went in just after he died,

I'd say sometime between 7:00 and 9:00 that morning.

And are you any further forward on the weapon?

- As you could see, there were dirt and rock particles

around the wounds, and the forensic team discovered

that a rock near the pond had blood traces on it.

Still testing, but this looks like a strong candidate.

- Which means, our killer didn't come prepared.

It's improvised.

- Which fits with our random attack theory.

- Mm. - And there was one other thing.

He has a wound on his upper left arm.

Recent injury. Looks fresh.

Can't be any more than a week old.

- Is that a stab wound? - More than likely.

- It's been treated. - By a medical professional,

I'd say.

- Jim McDonnagh says there's no record of Kingston

sustaining a knife injury while he was on duty.

- So it must've happened outside of work.

- Well, that narrows it down. - Are we sure it's related?

- Ah, we're not sure of anything Jac,

but it's worth checking out.

Kenny, Paula said this injury was treated by a doctor.

So ring round the hospitals, see if you can get some details.

- Will do. - And Mark?

Kingston's phone, where are we?

- We know it went dead at 8:56 the morning he died.

The last ping was off a tower in the city.

- Right, and what about CCTV? Did you check his route?

- I'm still working through it, Ma'am.

Well, get a wiggle on.

Jac, what have you got?

- I looked at recent crimes in the park area, Ma'am.

It's hardly a hot spot for muggings.

No more than a half a dozen incidents in the last year.

- Well, what about around the time of killing?

- Just before or just after? - Not much.

Car theft and a break-in at a flat near the marina.

Place was smashed up but nothing taken.

- What about his private life? - I checked his laptop,

socials, call records -- there's barely anything there.

Kingston didn't have much of a life outside of work.

- Well, there's gotta be something, Jac.

- Supported his local rugby club?

Ah, well keep looking.

Okay, Kenny, check out this knife wound.

- Ma'am. - Aiden, find Dean Lennon.

I'm going to see the Kingstons.

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Well...

Looks like Joel was well loved.

What?

The flowers.

They're from Phil's friends.

Here we go.

Hey, thanks love.

Do you know who killed him?

Not yet, pet.

But we will.

When you do,

you tell them what a wonderful lad Joel was.

You tell them they took away a pure soul.

You said you had a question.

Oh, aye.

I wanted to ask you about an injury

Joel picked up recently.

- What injury? - A stab wound on his upper arm.

What d'you mean a stab wound?

- Well, that's what it looks like.

We asked at the station, but they said

it hadn't happened on duty.

Why would anyone stab Joel?

- Ah, well, I was hoping you could tell me, pet.

First we're hearing of it.

Shane?

Aye. Uh...

It was my fault.

About a week ago, me and Joel went out clubbing.

I got into an argument with some guy at the bar,

and things kicked off with him and his mates.

Joel had to jump in to get us out of there.

But one of them must have had a blade

and they stuck Joel.

But we didn't notice until we were out of there.

- Well, why didn't he report the assault?

Said it'd be too much hassle.

- Which club was this? - Emerge, in the city centre.

- Emerge. And did you know these lads?

So it was you.

You got him killed!

- Phil! Please! Stop it!

Too stupid to see.

They could've tracked him down!

Got him back for the trouble you caused!

Phil, enough!

He's a bloody waste of space.

Nothing but trouble since the day he was born.

Don't give me that look.

You don't know the half of it.

He's a junkie.

Three stints in rehab.

Not that they did any good.

- That lad's just lost his brother.

And I've lost my son.

So, you're both hurtin'!

What's with this Dean Lennon?

Might be retired, still got contacts.

- Who told you that? - Doesn't matter.

Did he kill Joel?

- You need to take a step back, Phil.

I'm just asking a question.

And I'm just warning you.

This is my investigation.

Stay out of it.

He's just been taken in.

- What? - Lennon.

He's in custody.

Don't your people tell you anything?

[ Mobile ringing ] That'll be them, now.

What?

- I called you as soon as I knew. - Aye.

And that was still 15 minutes after Phil Kingston knew.

How did he find out so quick?

- Because Morgan Road is like a sieve.

- You're a dead man! You're a dead man!

That you in the tape, Dean?

Looks like me, yeah.

Threatening a police officer.

It's a stressful situation.

Got angry. Said things I didn't mean...

Plus, your man, he was kind of interfering

- in a personal matter. - That personal matter --

would that be you assaulting Ria Leggate?

- She's Carter's mum. I'd never hurt her.

- Ah, well, now here's the thing, Mr. Lennon --

not seven hours after you threatened to kill him,

PC Kingston was murdered.

Very sad to hear that.

Yeah, you look heartbroken.

Were you near Foxwood Park early yesterday morning?

- No, I was with Ria at the flat.

- Oh, well, you weren't with her this morning.

I had some business.

What kind of business?

- It was a personal matter, actually.

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- I think he's lying. - Doesn't matter what you think,

- does it? - Ma'am?

- What? It's what you can prove that matters.

And right now, Ria Leggate's giving him an alibi,

so, were gonna have to let him go.

- What? - I've managed to pull together

that CCTV.

So, this is Kingston leaving work at 6:42 a.m.

And the next time we see him is here,

crossing Arnholt Street at 6:51.

And then this is around 7:00 a.m.

He goes in to this building on the right...

Where was that please?

- Place called City Works Gym. It's new.

It's been open for about a month.

He's in there for around 30 minutes and then he leaves.

And then we pick him up for the final time,

back on Arnholt Street at 7:42.

How far is that from the park?

- It's still a good 10 minutes away.

- Hang on. Go back to where he went into the gym.

Yeah, now stop it there.

Well, am I the only one seeing this?

- What? - Where's his kit?

He was in there for half an hour.

What was he doing? Wasn't working out,

not unless he was doing it in his kegs.

Find out why he was there.

- Ma'am, Kingston's debit card just got flagged.

Someone tried to access an online gambling site

an hour ago.

Good work, Jac.

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I think you should join us down at the station, pet.

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Now, I hear you're a fan of poker, Leanne.

- DCI Stanhope has entered the room.

Wouldn't exactly say a fan.

Well, you must like it a bit.

Then why else would you use a dead man's debit card

to play online?

Now, we found this wallet in your kitchen...

I would ask you how you came by it,

but since it was you who found his body,

I think it's safe to assume you took it from PC Kingston.

Oh, aye, off-duty police officer, love.

Now, the question is, did you kill him for it?

- What? 'Course I didn't kill him!

- So, you just robbed a corpse? - No!

- That's not what happened! - No?

- I saw the wallet first on the ground, next to the pond.

it must've fallen out of his pocket.

Then I saw him floating in the water.

- So why didn't you hand it to a police officer

- when they arrived? - I meant to, but...

Well, I'd just pulled a dead man out the pond.

I didn't think.

- Now, we've been taking a peek at your bank records, love.

Eh...

You're in a deep hole.

How long you had a problem?

- About a year, year and a half.

How's it come to this?

- One night I was on my own, bored.

Saw one of the adverts on telly.

Thought, why not have a flutter.

I won on my third go.

Didn't even know what I was doing.

Just hitting buttons.

Bang. There you go.

900.

Been chasing that feeling since.

I know I should've given you the wallet.

I wanted to.

I did.

I'm not this person.

Honestly.

- Well, how about PC Kingston's phone?

Did you pocket that as well?

Oh, is that why you pulled him out of the water?

To check what else he had on him?

- No! I -- I couldn't leave him in there.

I was trying to help him.

So where is it?

His phone? Where is it?

- I couldn't get it to work, so I threw it in a bin by the pond.

Oh.

Give me strength.

Get uniform onto it.

Now, that wallet and his phone are evidence, love.

And to hang on to them is a crime.

That's not to mention using a dead man's bank card,

'cause that's fraud.

We will be charging you, pet, do you understand?

- Can't gamble in prison can you?

- Did she really think she could use his card

without us finding out?

- Oh, I doubt the woman's thought further than her next bet.

Poor woman's desperate.

Desperate enough to kill?

No, she's no murderer.

Looting corpses is about her limit.

But her evidence proves that Kingston

still had his belongings with him after he was killed.

Which means robbery's no longer a motive.

I mean, it could still've been a random attack,

but my money's on him being targeted.

Yeah but by who?

- Well, we've got two candidates.

First up is Dean Lennon.

Now, he threatened Kingston

the night before he was murdered.

We've got evidence of that.

But the girlfriend is saying he was with her.

Now, Jac, I want to know everything about Dean Lennon,

especially where he was yesterday morning.

- Ma'am. - Next up,

is the fella who did this.

Now, the brother is saying it happened

at the Emerge night club a week ago.

Maybe the fella came back to finish the job.

So, Mark, get over to that nightclub,

see if you can find me a name.

- Ma'am. - We might want to add

Gary Sickert to your list, of suspect Ma'am.

According to HR, Kingston made a formal complaint

against Sickert last month for racial harassment.

Racial harassment?

How the hell was Kingston being racially harassed?

- Oh, he wasn't. He made the complaint

on behalf of a colleague -- Naz Singh.

Well, she never said anything.

Okay, Aiden, you get over to this gym,

and I'll go and have a word with Naz Singh.

Any progress on who did this?

- Not yet, but we are looking at a couple of candidates...

including PC Sickert.

- What? Gary Sickert? Why?

- We know that Kingston made a complaint against Sickert,

on your behalf.

- I-I never asked him to do that.

It was all off his own back.

- Is it true Sickert harassed you?

He made a few comments.

More than a few actually.

Just the usual racist jokes.

I was just in the door.

I tried not to let it bother me, you know?

But it bothered Joel?

- At first he went to McDonnagh about it,

but he didn't want to know.

- Jim McDonnagh didn't do anything?

He told Sickert to apologise.

- And did he? - Yeah, but that wasn't enough

for Joel.

So, he made the complaint formal.

The thing you have to understand about Joel,

he never compromised.

There was right and wrong.

- So, this complaint caused a lot of tension?

- Joel and Sickert had a row in the rec room.

- Did they? - It was just words.

But then Sickert got the others to freeze him out.

- And how did Joel feel about that?

- To be honest, he... he didn't care.

He was in the right.

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Can I help ya?

- DS Healey, Northumberland & City Police.

Recognise this fella?

Never seen him before.

He was here yesterday morning.

- If you say so. - For about half an hour.

And then he left and then someone killed him.

Sorry, I don't remember him.

Do you have a sign in policy?

Presumably you don't just let anyone walk in here.

- It's members only. - Was this guy a member?

What did you say his name was?

Joel Kingston.

- He's not a member. - So, how did he get in here?

- Hello? - Where are you?

- I'm checking out Kingston's gym visit.

- And? - Well, the bloke can't remember him.

And can't decide whether he's stupid

- or just lying through his teeth. - Probably both.

- What did Singh say? - Well, Sickert had an issue

with Kingston over that complaint.

See if you can track him down, find out if he caught up

with Kingston yesterday morn.

I will do.

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Could be trouble, boss.

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- That Sickert is going to put me in an early grave.

Why are you still working?

Can't afford not to.

Ha'way.

You've done your time and then some.

What about your pension?

Made some rash investments.

- Don't tell me you bought a pub?

No, Spanish holiday flats.

But the deal went bust before they broke ground.

Look, it wouldn't have mattered how I handled Sickert.

Kingston was still gonna lodge that complaint regardless.

What do you mean by that?

- The lad's dead, and I'm sad and I'm angry about that.

But there's no denying he was difficult.

- Why? Because he didn't like his partner being racially abused.

- Sickert's got a big mouth, and more often than not,

he's got his foot in it -- but he's a good copper.

And a complaint like that could put the kibosh

- on the rest of his career. - So, he had motive?

- I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

- Oh, you can pretend what you like, Jim.

But you and I both know there was bad blood

between Sickert and the dead lad.

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- Right, look, as soon as I realised she was upset,

I apologised. Naz accepted.

I mean, that would've been it if Kingston hadn't

stuck his oar in.

- That must've been a worry for you?

Something like that hanging over you?

- Nah, not really. They don't have a case.

Especially with Kingston dead.

You and Hendrix came off your shift

after Kingston and Singh, that right?

- We were on the overlap. 12:00 till 9:00.

- But you didn't get back to Morgan Road until mid morning.

- This feels like a conversation we should be having with my rep.

Just asking a question, Gary.

Lisa?

You got a second?

What's up?

- Detective Sergeant here wants to know

why we were late back to the station on Saturday morning.

Had to go to the hospital.

♪♪

- Ma'am? That hospital have confirmed that Sickert was

treated for lacerations on his hand at around ten that morning.

- Well, he could've killed Kingston

and then taken himself to the hospital.

- Risky though, getting yourself treated for an injury

you picked up whilst killing a colleague.

You're not just drawing attention to yourself?

- Might seem more odd if he didn't get it treated?

- Yeah. But then we've got the Hendrix problem.

- She's backing Sickert up. - Ma'am.

We've just identified Kingston's last incoming call.

It was from his brother Shane, just before he started work

- on Friday night. - Right.

- And then there's this, which is a bit weird...

An online booking Kingston made

with a guest house two weeks ago.

Well, what's weird about that?

- Well, he paid for three nights, but I checked the dates

and he was on night shift.

Why book a room if he couldn't use it?

Where's this guest house?

Whitley Bay.

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Kingsley was it?

Kingston.

- And when was he here? - Well, the payment was made

on the 19th, so, in the last two weeks?

- Do you not keep your bookings on a computer?

Oh, I don't touch those, love.

It's Darren who deals with that sort of stuff.

Ah, is he here?

No, love.

Thing is, we haven't had many guests in the past two weeks.

Oh, right, we had the Marshalls.

Now, they come every year.

But apart from them, there was just the lass.

And who was she?

- A young woman -- with her little lad.

- Yeah? What was her name?

Oh, now you're asking.

Oh, was it Mia?

Could it be Ria?

- Aye. That's it.

Ria.

- So, me and Carter went to the beach for a few days.

- What's the big deal? - The big deal is that

Joel Kingston paid for your accommodation.

Ah, listen, you can shrug all you like, love,

but both you and I know this is not a normal situation.

Now, why was a police officer paying for your holiday?

- It's hard to explain... - Were you in a relationship?

- What?! No! It wasn't like that.

He was just helping us out.

A couple of week ago, me and Dean had a row.

A serious one.

I mean, it were my fault, I wound him up...

- Ria, love -- - I'm telling you what happened.

Anyway, that cow upstairs calls the police again.

Kingston shows up -- see's my face and says

he's taking me to a women's shelter.

I told him he was overreacting.

- Well, it doesn't sound like he was.

He wouldn't let it go.

In the end we compromised and I agreed to him helping us

get away for a few days.

Drove us up there an' all.

It were a nice thing for him to do.

And did Dean know about this?

- I told him we were staying at my mum's,

but Carter let it slip.

When did the lad let it slip?

Couple of nights ago.

- The same night Dean threatened to kill Kingston?!

Well, that's why he lost it!

A copper helping you out behind his back.

Now listen, I'm gonna ask you one last question --

and I want the truth, love.

Was Dean here on Saturday morning?

He left on Friday night.

After Joel and that lady copper went.

Came back Saturday lunchtime.

Thanks, love.

♪♪

Get an alert out for Lennon.

I want him in a cell by this afternoon.

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What are you doing here, Phil?

You let him go.

You need to go home.

Is he up there?

Go home, Phil!

I'll not tell you again.

♪♪

- How did Phil know to find Lennon at Ria Leggate's flat?

Same way he knows everything.

He's got a mate in every nick.

- You don't think he's gonna hurt Lennon.

- Well, I'd rather not tempt fate.

We need to get Lennon in custody, and quick.

- Ma'am, you got a call from Jenny

from the Chief Constable's office.

- Ah, right. - Wants you to call her back.

- Yeah, okay. - She said it was urgent.

Yes, alright, I got it, Kenny!

Why are you ignoring them?

- Who? - Chief Constable's office.

Because I don't want a medal.

- Alright? - Aww, you're being daft.

- Excuse me? - Well, you are -- Ma'am.

- I've just been over to Emerge nightclub.

I spoke to the doorman that was working

- the night Kingston was stabbed. - Yeah, and?

- Well, he swears that it was Kingston that started the fight,

not his brother -- says Shane Kingston

had to drag Joel out of there.

- Now, why would Shane lie about that?

How long you been in recovery?

- Officially? Eight years.

But I was only clean for about two of those.

- Still, you've been going to the meetings.

Free coffee's free coffee.

Uh... I guess I kept going for Joel.

He never gave up on me, y'know?

And speaking of Joel, love...

I need to ask you about that ruck at the nightclub.

- Aye. I er...

I lied about it. I'm sorry.

- Now, why'd you lie? - I don't know.

For Mam, I suppose.

I didn't want her thinking badly of Joel.

She's fragile at the best of times.

And now she's...

Anyway, even if I had told the truth,

Dad still would've found a way to make it my fault.

- You and your dad don't get on, eh?

He hates my living guts.

- I'm sure that's not true. - [ Scoffs ]

- Look, I -- [ Sighs ] I don't blame him.

I've been a pain in the arse since I was 12.

It's not like he hasn't tried with us.

Just a bit of a crap son...

Joel on the other hand...

He was everything Phil wanted in a boy.

- Did you resent your brother for that?

God no! No.

I loved him for it. Yeah.

Him being the favourite meant the focus was off me.

I was free to screw up me life in the way I wanted.

Well, this fight at the club?

Aye.

Joel started it.

You know, one minute he was fine, having a laugh;

next, he was kicking off with those lads.

What was it that set him off?

- I asked him what happened at the hospital later,

and he said that one of them found out he was a copper

and made some smart remark.

Joel just blew up.

- Was it like him to react like that?

- No, Joel was always the calm one.

Usually me who kicks off.

I guess they just got him on the wrong night.

- Okay, right, come on. I'll give you a lift home.

♪♪

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Uh, just one more thing before you go.

The last call Joel received was from your phone

just before his shift.

- Aye. I was getting back to him.

- What about? - He'd asked if I wanted to go to

the rugby with him on Saturday, I was calling to say

I couldn't make it.

Wish I'd said yes now, like.

I better go.

♪♪

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♪♪

- Shane Kingston's confirmed it was Joel

who started that fight.

Apparently these lads had a go at him about being a copper.

- Probably happens every day of the week

- Yeah, well, Shane said it was out of character

for him to react like that.

In fact, everyone we've spoken to about PC Kingston

confirmed that he's level headed.

So, what was it that tipped him over?

Now, do we know who did this yet?

- Still working in it, Ma'am. - Alright.

Where are we with Dean Lennon?

- We've got an alert out on him. I'll chase it up.

- I spoke to a contact in vice about him.

They know Lennon but consider him a small time player.

- Oh, everything about him is small time, Jac.

- Except his debt: he owes money to some serious people.

- Well, let's hope, we get to him before they do.

- I did some digging on Hendrix and Sickert, Ma'am.

Sickert's been complained about before.

- Has he? - Yeah, he's disciplined twice

in the last 18 months for comments he made

- about female officers. - Sounds like a pattern.

- Aye -- one that could get him his jotters.

Kingston's complaint -- that's just one step closer

- to him getting chucked out. - Anything else?

- Well, I checked into Hendrix and Sickert's radio log

from their night shift.

They both had their radios turned off

for nearly two hours that morning.

What?!

What time was this?

Uh, between 7:00 and 9:00.

♪♪

♪♪

- Can I help you? - We're looking for Gary.

I've made us dinner!

- He's in there. Help yourself.

Oh!

Hello?

- We, uh, must have forgot to log back in.

- What, both of you? - We'd been working

the city centre Friday night, it was full on.

- Ah, well, I'm not talking about Friday night, love.

I'm talking about Saturday morning.

- What's the difference? - Well, Kingston wasn't killed

- on Friday. - What you think me and Lisa

clocked off so we could go kill Kingston?

- Well, maybe you didn't mean to kill him, pet.

Maybe you just went to have it out with him

and things escalated.

- I'm hardly gonna murder a man over a poxy little complaint?

Not just one complaint, Gary.

This is your third in 18 months.

- The other two were dropped. - Aye, still on your record,

though isn't it.

And they'll be taken into account

every time you go for a promotion.

- Yeah, well, I'm not ambitious.

- Wanna keep your job though, don't ya?

And Kingston put that in jeopardy.

- Do you know what gets me about this?

You lot make out like he was a saint.

Oh, he's got you all fooled.

The guy was bent as they come.

You saying he was corrupt?

- Heard he was taking backhanders.

From who?

Someone big.

- Why haven't you mentioned this before?

I don't know.

Badmouthing dead coppers isn't my style, I guess.

- You didn't like him, though, did ya?

- True. But he was still one of us.

- Sickert's lying, he's trying to distract us

from looking at him by tainting Kingston.

Kenny, what d'you think?

- Well, I've chatted to a few of the coppers at Morgan Road,

and none of them mentioned Kingston as being corrupt.

- Ma'am, background on City Works Gym.

- Jac, is there anything in Kingston's accounts to suggest

- dirty money? - No, Ma'am.

- There you go, there's no evidence to back Sickert up.

- Maybe we just haven't found it yet.

- Oh, come on, he said he'd heard

he was taking money from someone big.

- Who? - How about Gerry Farr?

- Who's Gerry Farr? - He's a medium sized

drug dealer -- but he's got his finger in a lot of pies, Ma'am.

- Yeah, including City Works Gym.

Gerry Farr's the owner.

♪♪

[ Engine starts ]

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[ Engine revving ]

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♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

- Hello, love. Need to speak to your boss.

- Mr. Farr's not here. - Oh, do you mind if we check?

- He's busy. - So, he is here?

- It's okay, Kyle, I'm free now.

Gerry Farr. How can I help?

- DCI Stanhope. DS Healy.

Is there somewhere we could talk?

- Nope. I don't know him.

- Well, he was in here Saturday morning.

I'll take your word for it.

- And soon after he left, he turned up at Foxwood Park.

Dead in the pond.

Sorry to hear that.

- Were you here on Saturday morning?

- Um, come to think of it, I was, yeah.

- And you never saw this fella? - No.

But I was, cooped up in here the entire day doing the accounts.

- Until when? - Around four.

- And did you leave the gym at all during that time?

Not that I can recall.

- So, why d'you think he came in here?

And we know he came in.

To work out?

Come on, guys, we are a gym.

- Do you get many coppers at your gym?

- We get a varied membership. - Yeah, except this fella

wasn't a member, was he?

But he managed to get past your front desk

and stay for half an hour.

- Oh, dear, looks like I'm gonna have to have a word with Kyle.

Tighten up our security.

Hmm, and talking of security,

how come you've got no cameras in the building?

They've yet to be installed.

Look, guys, I'm really sorry to hear about your colleague.

Really I am.

And I wish I could be of more help.

But I've absolutely no idea why he came in here.

♪♪

- No way a copper walks into that gym

and Farr doesn't know about it.

And the fact he pulls up the drawbridge makes me suspicious.

- I don't think Kingston's corrupt.

He sounded like an exemplary copper.

- Oh, well, I've met a few bent coppers in my career,

every one of 'em seemed exemplary.

- On the subject of your career...

Well, why won't you accept this medal?

Because I don't want one.

I just do my job -- I catch killers.

- And very good at it you are too!

- I know! I don't need some shiny bauble to prove it.

They want to go handing out medals, give it to the families.

- What families? - The victims'.

The husbands, the wives, the fathers,

the mothers, the kids.

All those who've had to cope with their loss.

[ Mobile ringing ] Are still coping

with their loss.

Where are their medals, eh? Jac.

- Ma'am, there has been an incident,

- Dean Lennon's at the hospital - Right. We're on our way.

Drink up. We're going.

♪♪

Hey, it'll be alright, yeah?

Just don't stress yourself.

- Hey, love. So what's happened?

- One of t'neighbours found him lying outside

the flats last night.

- They said it were a hit and run. - Is he alright?

- They had to operate, said he's gonna be in there for a week.

- Well, you two better get off back home.

- Get some rest. - I can't.

- What d'you mean you can't? - Dean says we're to stop here.

He don't want to be on his own.

- Well, you can't stop here for the week, love.

It's not an 'otel.

Now look here...

You see this here?

That's my warrant card.

And this is me ordering you to go home.

You too, young man.

Come on.

Oh, don't worry, I'll make sure he knows you had no choice.

Now, go on.

Oh, and Ria?

You might wanna spend the next seven days,

thinking about your and Carter's future.

Now here --

you need anything,

you call me.

Thanks.

Someone tried to kill me.

Did you see the driver?

- I was too busy runnin'! [ Winces ]

Where's Ria?

- Ah, I sent her and the lad home, pet.

- What d'you do that for? - Well, to keep 'em safe.

I mean, whoever did this to you,

might come back to finish the job.

Wouldn't want your family in danger?

I can protect my family.

- What, in this state? I don't think so.

The best thing you can do, love, is tell us who you've crossed.

- I haven't crossed anyone. - [ Chuckles ] With your debts?

- You owe a lot of dangerous people.

- I settled up. - Really? When was that?

Saturday morning.

That's what I was doing when Kingston got done.

So, who did this to ya?

- It was one of your lot who did it.

Ever since you two brought me in,

I've had someone following me.

Who's been following you?

- Probably one of Kingston's copper mates.

I know how you lot operate.

You're not so big on your due process

when it comes to one of your own, are ya?

- Just because he's hanging round the flat doesn't mean it's him.

- Ah, would you still be saying that if Phil Kingston

- wasn't an ex-copper? - No, but he is -- so I am.

- Get yourself over to Ria's, find out what

the RTC investigator's saying.

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♪♪

[ Doorbell rings ]

- Is your dad in, love? - Yeah.

Excuse me, pet.

♪♪

Where were you last night?

Last night! Where were you?

Hell's it got to do with you?

- Because somebody tried to kill Dean Lennon last night,

mowed him down on that estate --

the same estate you were parked on yesterday morning.

You've got a bloody nerve.

- So, did you go back there, Phil?

I was a copper for 30 years.

I swore to uphold the law.

- Oh, spare me the protect and serve speech.

I remember you, Phil.

You and your cronies weren't averse

to bending those rules when it suited --

How dare you!

This family is grieving!

Our son is dead! Murdered!

And you're the one who's supposed to be

getting us justice! Instead, you come in here

throwing accusations

over some low life!

What about us?!

- I need to know where you were, Phil.

He was here!

With his family!

♪♪

- Oh! I don't want Mum upset like that.

- I have to do my job, love. - Look, I get that.

But Dad was home last night.

He was helping Mum pick out a casket for Joel.

♪♪

[ Mobile ringing ]

- What's the verdict? - No evidence

that the vehicle tried to brake.

In fact, it looks like it was accelerating when it hit Lennon.

- Any witnesses? - Nobody's come forward.

Well, what about CCTV?

- The nearest traffic camera is on the main road,

leading into the estate. What did Kingston say?

That he was home all night.

So, where does that leave us?

- Well, this stuff with Gerry Farr bothers me.

So, I'm to gonna see the lad's partner again.

Hey! Going at a fair old lick there, pet.

Takes me back.

- Yeah, I'm just trying to clear my head.

- Ah. Thinking about Joel?

Yeah, him...

And whether or not I want to be a police officer anymore.

I don't know.

I'm not sure I'm cut out for this.

- Well, the decision's yours of course, pet.

And I wouldn't judge you, if you did decide to quit.

But I will say this:

no one is cut out for this job.

You grow into it.

You get better at it.

And you cope.

No such thing as a natural copper.

Except maybe for Joel.

Well, now,

he's the reason I'm here.

No way was Joel corrupt.

- We haven't found any concrete evidence

but we are looking.

Now, on the day he died, he paid a visit to

The City Works Gym.

Do you know it?

Don't think so.

He didn't mention going there?

- Not to me. - Well, that gym is owned

by a Gerry Farr.

Now, the fella keeps his head down

but he's known to be involved in organised crime.

- What? - Nothing, it's just...

just what?

It was a stop.

Last week.

Car was driving erratically so we pulled him over.

Joel got out and spoke to the driver

and I stayed in the car and ran the registration details.

- And it was Gerry Farr? - Yeah.

- What happened? - Nothing.

Joel dealt with him.

I was sure he was gonna get arrested

'cause he seemed out of it.

But they must've spoke for about 10 minutes,

and then Joel just let him go.

Did he say why he let him go?

No.

In fact, he snapped the face off me

when I tried to ask him about it.

- Well, whatever Kingston's reasons were

for letting Farr go that night, he didn't put in a report.

And there's no record of the stop, Ma'am.

- Yeah, but Singh said she accessed the database,

- so it should've been flagged. - I'll check it out.

- Shouldn't we bring Farr in, Ma'am?

He said he didn't know Kingston, but this stop proves he's lying.

Ah, it's not enough, Jac.

We're gonna need more than that if we're gonna sit him down.

Mark, see what you can do to track Farr's movements

on the morning Kingston died.

- Ma'am, come and take a look at this.

I went through the personal call records

of Hendrix and Sickert.

Now, she called him four times

on the morning that Kingston died.

- What time was that? - Between 7:00 and 8:00 a.m.,

when they both said they were together.

Then I can't explain it.

- Well, I'll have a go then, shall I?

Now, you and Sickert weren't together the entire shift

that morning like you said.

Seems you needed to contact him

but you couldn't do that on the radio...

Because you switched it off.

- So you tried to call him on his mobile --

four times in the space of an hour.

Now, what was it that was so urgent?

Now listen, love, you covering for your mate,

that's one thing, now I get that.

But we're talking about the death of an officer here.

So, did PC Sickert disappear during his shift?

Where did he go?

- Just said he had something to take care of

and that I was to cover for him.

How long was he gone for?

About an hour.

He came back eventually.

Said everything was sorted.

That's when I noticed his hand was all cut up.

After he came back.

♪♪

Why you arresting him?

What's going on, Gary?

I love you.

♪♪

♪♪

- You need to calm down, love. - This is out of order, this is!

Keeping me in overnight. I know people in this nick!

- Now, what did you need to take care of?

What are you on about?

- Well, the morning Kingston died,

you asked Hendrix to cover for you.

And when she asked why, you said

you had something to take care of.

Now, what was it, Gary?

Well, it must've been urgent if it couldn't wait

till the end of your shift.

And it must've been dodgy,

'cause you turned your phone off.

- Which means we can't account for your whereabouts

- that morning. - Now, given your recent history

with Kingston,

I have to ask, were you in Foxwood Park?

- I had no reason to kill Kingston!

- Now, that's not strictly true, is it?

He'd recently filed a complaint against you.

And your coat was on a shaky peg as it was.

- I don't care about that. - Naz Singh thinks that you did.

She says that you tried to confront him about it.

- And why did you lie about your hand?

- I didn't. - Yes, you did.

You told us you did that arresting some scrote

who was smashing up a bus shelter.

But Hendrix told us you did that doing

whatever it was you were doing elsewhere.

Now sit down!

♪♪

Now, our pathologist swears

Kingston put up a fight before he died.

Now, did you do that while you were smashing his head in?

- Is that what you think I am? - No, I know what you are, love.

I've met dozens of coppers like you.

They join up because they like the power.

They like pushing people around.

Bullies in uniforms.

- Out there every bloody night I am!

Risking my life!

Dealing with all sorts of scum!

Oh, that's the job, love!

Yeah, what thanks do I get?

Bugger all! None!

Yeah, I've got less rights than the criminals I lock up.

You arrested me at my house,

in front of my neighbours.

You've dragged me in here, you've kept me in a cell.

My wife watched me being cuffed.

Cuffed!

Not that she gives a shit.

Yeah, she's probably with him now...

Probably delighted.

Yeah, she thinks I don't know.

But I found out.

It's her boss y'know.

Name's Martyn Taylor.

Owns the restaurant she works at.

- Found out about a month ago. - Where's all this going, love?

- That's where I was on Saturday morning.

I went over to see if I could catch them out,

but they weren't there...

So I broke in, alright?

I mean, you want to see this flat.

It... it's huge.

Brand new Audi parked outside.

You can't compete with that, can you?

Where was this flat?

- It's, uh, one of the posh ones on the marina.

Oh, my good Godfathers.

- I ended up smashing the place up.

And I cut my hand on his juicer.

Cut his hand on a juicer.

Jac, the list of reported incidents

the morning Kingston was killed --

the break-in at the marina --

who owns that flat?

- Owner is a Martyn Taylor, Ma'am.

- Ah. Well, get on to whoever's dealing with it

and tell 'em Gary Sickert's the one they want.

- Are you kidding? - I wish I was, Jac.

So, Sickert is out of the frame.

What else have we got?

- Well, there's a traffic cam near Ria flat clocked a vehicle

leaving the estate around the time of Lennon's hit and run.

Er, the plates were stolen.

They're still trying to trace the driver.

- Yeah, well, tell 'em to get a move on!

Kenny, that pull over involving Gerry Farr --

have we got confirmation of that?

- Naz Singh ran Farr's registration

at 10:15 last Friday night.

But that's all we've got, Ma'am.

Mm.

How about Farr's movements the morning of the murder?

- Er nothing that contradicts his claims

he was in the gym all day.

- Well, we've got confirmation of the stop.

So let's pay him a little visit.

♪♪

I was expecting a mansion.

- Ah, well, he's a smooth operator.

Knows better than to flash the cash.

♪♪

[ Music thumping within ]

Having a party.

Maybe he knew we were coming.

- Wa-hey! I am coming guys! Hang on, hang on!

[ Music within ]

Come on, guys, whatever this is about, can it wait?

Oh, bad timing?

- Er, yeah, it's the twins' birthday party.

- Ah, well this won't take long, love.

A quick chat, you'll be back in time for cake.

[ Music continues within ]

I hear you got pulled over the other night.

What night was this?

A week ago Friday.

- Yeah, I was pulled over that night, yeah.

By PC Kingston.

- What, the copper who came into the gym?

- Aye! The one who turned up dead soon after.

- I don't know what to say? I had no idea.

- So, what happened during that stop?

- Usual. He asked me my name,

me address, where I was going to.

I told him I was going home.

He checked me licence and he sent me on me way.

And you hadn't had a drink?

- Nope. Stone cold sober.

So, why'd he pull you over?

I don't know, you tell me.

- Don't you think it's odd that that same copper

who pulled you over turned up at your gym on the day he died?

- Yeah, I suppose it was a little odd, yeah.

- Aye. So, here's what we're gonna do.

We'll make your twins birthday one they won't forget.

'Cause it'll be the one their dad was arrested.

- Give us a minute? - Don't think so, mate.

Mm.

♪♪

- I didn't want to say it before.

Oh, come on, the kid's dead, I don't want to be the one

to tarnish his reputation.

- Well, that's very considerate of you.

- So, the night Kingston pulled me over,

I'd had a couple over the limit.

He could've arrested me, I had no defence.

So, why didn't he arrest ya?

- Because he made me a proposition.

Said he knew who I was, that he could be useful.

Give me information.

Then he said he was gonna let me go as a...

a gesture of good faith.

He said he'd come and see me to confirm the arrangement.

And what did you say to that?

- Like I said, I'd had a couple over the odds,

so, I just went along with it.

- Ah, so, I suppose your gonna tell me next

that's why he turned up at your gym

- to discuss the matter further. - He took me by surprise.

He came in, shooting his mouth off about money.

- Oh, 'course, you wouldn't entertain that?

Why would I need an informant?

Why indeed?

- [ Scoffs ] - So, you told him to clear off?

- Yeah. He wasn't too happy about it.

But in the end, he just went away empty handed.

And that's the last I ever saw of him.

I swear.

- Well, thanks very much, Mr. Farr.

♪♪

- He expects us to believe that Kingston offered up

- his services? - Ah, well he knows

we can't prove him wrong.

There were only two people privy to that conversation,

and one of 'em's dead.

- You arrested one of my coppers without even letting me know?

- Well, I don't need your permission, Jim!

- And where's Sickert now? - He's probably being charged.

- What, you're charging him for murder?

- Nope, for trashing the flat of the fella

- who's been tupping his missus. - What?!

- He admitted to it. - Bloody idiot!

- Yeah. But since you're here, love, uh,

I want to ask you a question about Joel.

Now, is it possible the lad could've been corrupt?

We're looking into any association

he might have had with Gerry Farr.

- No. You're way off base.

Look, I know he's Phil's son,

and I know you two go way back.

- Couldn't give a damn about Phil.

- No? So it wasn't you then, who's been passing on

- information on this case? - He's the reason I'm still

working at my age! It was Phil who persuaded me

to invest my pension in those flats.

Lost our shirts, him included.

He's the last person I'd do any favours for!

Look, I'm telling you, as his superior officer,

there is no way Joel Kingston was corrupt.

- Yeah, got it. Cheers, mate.

Ma'am, we found the car from the Lennon hit and run.

It's been, uh, abandoned on some waste-ground.

- Right. Mark's at the scene.

- I'm heading down. - Right -- Kenny, do you know

anything about that Spanish property deal

- McDonnagh lost money on? - Me? No.

But hey, wouldnae be the first a copper blew his pension.

- Well, he wasn't the only one. There were a few of them --

including Phil Kingston.

- Ah, doesn't matter Ken. - Ma'am...

- I mean, there's Jim still working at his age.

Phil Kingston driving around in his fancy motor.

- You're wondering where Phil got all his money from?

Yeah, too right I am.

Jac, while we're out see if you can pull up

- Phil Kingston's accounts. - Yes ma'am.

- Okay, yeah, I'll pass that on, yeah, boss has just got here.

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- So, who found it? - Anonymous caller reported it

- early this morning, Ma'am. - The owner is a Steven Dale.

He's a teacher from Jesmond.

He says the car was stolen three nights ago

in front of his house. His story checked out.

- Forensics reckon the interior's gone.

They've salvaged what they can but it's slim pickings.

- Is there any witnesses? - Ah, no.

Place is a ghost town.

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What does that look like to you?

Mm?

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Got a new inhaler, have you, pet?

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Right, Kyle, now here's where we're at.

We found the car that was used in the hit and run

on Dean Lennon -- someone had torched it,

but our forensics team are a persistent lot

and I'm sure they'll find something.

No comment.

- Ah, well, that wasn't actually a question, love.

Now, we searched your house.

Uh, your mam was there, and she told us

you weren't at home three nights ago --

the night that Dean Lennon was run over.

- No comment. - Again, not a question.

But we did find a pair of trainers,

your mam said belong to you.

Now, those trainers bore a trace of accelerant --

the same accelerant used to torch the car.

So, between the car, your mam and those trainers --

oh, and the inhaler --

I'm confident we'll be charging you

with the attempted murder of Dean Lennon.

Is there anything you'd like to say?

And that was actually a question, love.

Hey, your mam's a nice woman.

I hear she's not been well.

And there's only you to look after her.

So who's gonna take care of her if you go to prison?

And you will.

But for how long depends on you.

Alright.

Have it your way.

- I was just trying to scare him!

Lennon!

I was supposed to give him a scare.

That's all.

But he ran out in front of me. I -- I couldn't stop.

Why were you scaring him?

Because I was told to.

By Gerry Farr?

Farr owed Kingston a favour.

Joel Kingston?

Phil... Kingston.

Thought Lennon killed his son.

- Alright, listen up -- you're gonna love this.

It's Phil Kingston, not Joel,

who's been working for Gerry Farr.

So when his lad dies, naturally, he wants revenge.

So he gets Farr to do it; keeps his hands clean.

- And Farr gets his minion to give Lennon a good scare,

but, Kyle being Kyle, he makes a pig's ear of it.

- So, where does Joel fit in to this?

- Well, according to Kyle, he doesn't.

First time he'd clapped eyes on the lad

is when he turned up at the gym Saturday morning.

Did you pull up Phil Kingston's account?

- Yes, Ma'am. He looks solvent. There's a lot out of outgoings.

- Well he's certainly not struggling.

Is that his phone records? Kenny, remind me when Gerry Farr

got pulled over in his motor?

- Er, 10:15 last Friday night, Ma'am.

- Well, Phil received a call from Joel

at 10:18 that night.

- He called him during the stop?!

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Wow, this is swanky!

What are the fees on this place?

- Are you thinking of joining? - Oh, pfft.

Doubt I could afford it, Phil.

And I'm surprised you can,

having sank your pension into those Spanish flats.

Oof -- Jim McDonnagh's still upset about that, by the way.

What do you want?

Gerry Farr.

How long you been working for him?

Dunno what you're on about.

- Yeah, well, that's alright --

because we've got a witness who does.

Reckons you've been in Farr's pocket for a few years.

I think we're done here.

This will come out, Phil.

You might as well co-operate.

D'you think Gerry Farr will stand by you?

How long before he throws you under a bus?

He's already tried telling us Joel was corrupt.

Oh, aye! Your best pal dragging your son's reputation

through the mud.

Joel wasn't corrupt.

- Ah, no -- but you are.

And Joel found out about it, didn't he?

And he called you that night

he pulled Gerry Farr over in his motor.

Now, what was that call about?

- Did you love your son? - 'Course I did.

Then honour the lad's memory.

Okay. Fine.

Farr was paying me now and then for information.

But it was minor stuff -- background on a dealer,

an address, running a plate or two.

You know, nothing major.

Ah, "nothing major"...

- We're talking about drug dealers, addicts.

- They don't matter -- scum. - Scum?

What, like Shane?

Now, that phone call, Phil?

- Farr wanted to prove to Joel that he couldn't be touched,

so he made him call me.

So what did you say?

I told him to let Farr go.

- Right, see, everyone I've spoken to

told me that Joel was a stickler for the law.

He was hard line, so I wonder how he felt

when he found out his dad was corrupt.

- I tried to explain, but he wouldn't listen.

Said, uh, I had a choice:

turn myself in and testify against Farr,

or he'd do it himself.

- Yeah, well, that's quite an ultimatum.

- You think I worked all those years as a copper

just to spend my last days in prison?

- Yeah. So what did you do, Phil?

Told him I couldn't do it.

And then what?

- Oh, Jesus -- you think I killed my son?

- Well, maybe you did the same as you did with Lennon --

and got Farr to do it.

I loved my boy!

I'd never hurt him.

Anyway, I didn't need to -- Joel decided not to say anything.

That's why he went to see Farr that morning.

Farr called me when he left --

said Joel told him to cut me loose

or he'd turn both of us in.

Me own son, bargaining for me...

because I'm a bloody coward.

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I reckon Farr did kill him.

Even if the lad kept schtum, he was still a threat to him.

- Yeah, and Farr had the opportunity.

All he had to do was follow him to the park.

- No, if Farr wanted him dead, he'd a been more discreet.

Not a brick to the head! That's not him.

- Well, maybe he got Kyle to do it.

- Well, even he would have made a better job of it...

No, this is messy, it's rash.

It's emotional...

We know next to nothing about the deceased,

except he was an exceptional copper.

No girlfriend...

...or boyfriend.

No mates at all, come to that.

Liked rugby.

What's the name of club he supported?

Hartlepool Tigers, Ma'am.

He never missed a home game.

Posted photos all over social media.

- So, when was he last at a match?

Weekend before he died, ma'am.

So, this past weekend

would've been an away match right?

Yep.

Where were they playing?

- Um... Portsmouth ma'am.

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Let's go inside, Phil.

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[ Car alarm beeps ]

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Hello, Shane, love.

Oh, could you clear something up for me?

Joel was due to work nights all this week.

Is that right?

- Aye. I think he preferred them.

- So how was he gonna get to Portsmouth and back

in time to clock on?

What's she talking about?

- I'm talking about a call Shane made to Joel

on Friday night.

That wasn't about the rugby match,

was it, pet -- it was about your dad.

- Just a second, Vera -- - Now, that fight at the club,

when Joel got stabbed?

Wasn't Shane who started it.

It was Joel.

Completely out of character, you said.

Well, that's hardly surprising since he'd just found out

his dad was working for a criminal.

So when did he tell you? That night?

Did he tell you he was turning your dad in?

- Don't say a word, Shane. - It's alright, Mam.

- No. No, it's not. You just shut your mouth shut.

- Don't say a word -- - It's all right.

Joel was a mess like.

Couldn't believe his dad took dirty money.

He said he'd given Dad a chance to do the right thing,

but, er, he wouldn't take it, would you?

And you know, that's what hurt him most.

It's not what you did, right?

It's that you were too scared to take the punishment.

But it was Mum I was worried about,

so I tried to talk Joel out of turning him in.

Like, why wreck Mam's life

because of something Dad had done?

He wouldn't listen.

Joel never saw the grey in anything.

That was you, you made him like that.

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So, er, that's why I called him on the Friday night.

Find out what he was planning to do.

- So what did you do, love? - Nothing!

He didn't do anything!

You don't get him.

I've already lost one son, you're not getting another!

- You can take Phil! - Deb!

- Shut up! You're to blame for all of this!

You and your stupid schemes! So what?

Did you think I didn't know what was going on?

You lost everything we had on those poxy flats!

I knew the money was coming from somewhere dodgy.

Wasn't from a copper's pension, was it?!

No, Phil's the one you want.

He's to blame for all of this.

Take him!

Phil didn't do it, love.

He might as well 'ave!

- Shane, I need to hear you say it.

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- Thought if I -- if I could just talk to Joel

comin' off his shift, and...

I-I knew he had to go through the park to get his train,

so I went there and waited.

When he turned up he told us...

Yeah, he told us it was done and dusted, like.

Just like that.

I mean, who did he think he was?

Wrecking Mam's life like that?!

All because he suddenly discovered his dad

wasn't as clean as he made out to be!

I lost it, went for him.

He knocked us on me arse and walked away.

So I, uh, I picked up this rock.

And I...

I smashed him across the head with it.

But he... And he went down, and, um...

I still had this rage in us.

That's why I just -- I didn't stop hitting him...

[ Wailing ]

- You killed your brother?! - You killed him first.

He thought you were a God, man!

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He changed his mind, love.

- What? - Joel.

He changed his mind.

What are you talking about?

- Decided not to turn your dad in, after all.

No.

But he would've said.

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Why didn't he say?

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- Are you sure she's coming? - Well, She said she was coming.

She said she was coming?

- I wouldn't have thought a service medal was her thing?

Shall we go for a bevvy after?

- I think she'll want one before. [ Laughter ]

- Outstanding Service -- that's a big thing.

- She definitely coming? - Well, she's not gonna stand up

the top brass, is she?

Well, she's done it before.

- Has she? - Didn't go down well.

- Don't worry. She's coming.

[ Mobile vibrates ]

Well?

Yeah.

She's not coming.

[ Kenny groans ]

- You going for a bevvy? - Aye.

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Alright, love?

Right, Carter, got your rucksack?

So, you're all set?

Aye. Think so.

- And you've got someone at the other end?

Mum's going to pick us up.

Thank you for everything.

Come on, let's go.

Now, you have a good trip.

And Carter...

Look after your mam.

Hey, thanks for picking 'em up, love.

No worries.

- So, you decided to stick it out?

- Yeah. Figured I would. For Joel.

Plus, somebody told me that you grow into the job --

and eventually get better.

- Control to Romeo Six... - I hope they're right!

Yeah, this is Romeo six, come in, control.

- Got a disturbance in progress on the south side of...

Yeah. I'm on my way.

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You go get 'em, pet.

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