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'Am I the
love of your life?

'Am I, Grace?

'You're so boring!'

Glenn?

Hey, morning. Life-saver.

Got an early one.
No problem, go!

Dad! Hey, you all right?

Breakfast, what do you want?
Eggs, porridge or cereal?

You know I'm an expert
in all three. Since when?

Well, since I went
to cooking school.

You did not go to
cooking school.

Yes, I did go to cooking school.
Hold on, you calling me a liar?

Yeah. Yeah! What
you saying? No, no.

You saying Daddy's a liar? I'm
not a liar! I'm not a liar!

Do it a little bit, not all the way
over it, like that. That's nice.

Right, kids. Get
your stuff, let's go!

I'll drop 'em off, if you like.
Would you? That'd be amazing.

Look, Ari, I just
wanted to say that...

..I'm ready.

To talk...

..move back in. I don't know,
make a plan to move back in?

OK. Good to know.

Oh, come
on, this is silly.

Look, you said you wanted your
space, and all right, fine,

I ran away to Roy's, but
come on, we can fix this.

I'm just not there yet, Glenn.
That's all I can tell you.

Why is it that I'm being pushed out
and I'm not the one who cheated?

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

I'm asking a lot, I know I am.

It's just...

..something I need.

Better get 'em to school.

Come back to bed.
Got to see my tutor.

Then I have a lecture.

On what?

Galbraithian challenges
in today's workforce.

Lucky you. Yeah.

Faced with that or a morning in
bed with you, it's a no-brainer.

Oh!

Can you give this to Wesley?

He left it when he came
over the other night.

'Please leave your
message after the tone.'

Hey...

Thought we didn't have secrets.

Especially one Wesley's
in on and I'm not.

Call me back.

Are you injured,
concussed? You hurt in any way?

Er, n-no, I don't think so.
Have a seat for a moment.

Just for a moment.
Interveinal arteries.

Artery compressions.

Hi, it's... it's Carly. Yeah,
I've been in an accident.

Oh, no, no, I'm fine. I... I just
don't know when I'll be in...

Over here! OK.

Pupils fixed and dilated.
Come on. Over, over, over.

There's no pulse. Right,
take over. Compressions.

Right, round to head,
stabilisation, please.

What? Is he...? Gary, call
stabilisation, please.

Excuse me, madam?

If you wanna head out of the
road, go to the pavement.

I'm PC Dan Paxton.

Because you've been involved
in a road traffic collision,

I need to take a
breath specimen.

So if you could blow into
this mouth piece here.

Give me a nice big blow.

That's
great, perfect, thank you.

I'm afraid to tell you
you've failed the test.

Carly Chase, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of driving

while under the
influence of alcohol.

You were up early.

Yeah, Ari had an eight o'clock, so
I said I'd run the kids to school.

OK, well, that sounds
promising. Yeah, I hope so.

Superintendent Grace at
a humble hit-and-run.

What is the world coming to?

Yeah, witnesses
are talking about

a blue pick-up truck
fleeing the scene...

I'll hear it from DC
Nicholl, thank you. Ah.

I'm over here when
you're ready to talk.

Is it the familiar tone

or the absolute
refusal to take a hint?

Winning blend of the two?

Nick, I understand it
might be deliberate?

Yeah, possibly.

Victim is an Anthony Robinson,

according to a Beacon University
ID card found in his bag.

What about this blue pick-up?

So, it's knocked our cyclist
into the path of a lorry

and then drove off at speed.

Where does the grey Golf fit in?

TBC, but the driver, Carly
Chase, just failed a breath test.

We need to trace this
pick-up as a priority.

I want all CCTV pulled

from local businesses and
shops before it's wiped, OK?

Yes, boss.

Is that from the pick-up?
Serial number should tell us.

But it's only attached with
a bit of glue and wire.

Could help us trace the pick-up.

Norman, Bella.

Found something else inside
the deceased's backpack.

Right, I'm guessing
they're not paracetamol.

Probably not, but if this is
foul play, that could be motive.

Bleak House.

I might've finished it
if I had that version.

They just
came out of nowhere!

Lorry driver? Yeah,
er, Roger Ferguson.

He's passed a breath test.

He just didn't have time to
brake or dodge the cyclist.

Go and see if he's OK.

Erm, maybe get him to run
through what happened again,

if he's up to it.

'Uncanny.' 'What?'

'Spinella.'

He practically beat
us to it today.

Yeah. Just like Bishop's house.
And Sophie Carrington's, remember?

He was there before
the cordon went up.

How's he doing it? Has he
got an inside man? A mole?

You are giving him
way too much credit.

Then how?

I appreciate that talking
to two complete strangers

is probably the last thing
you wanna be doing right now.

So... we can wait,
or if you have a mate

you would like to call that
could come over, that's OK.

Me and Tony, we just sort of lived
in each other's pockets, so...

..I think I've driven
all my mates away.

Do you mind telling me
how you and Tony met?

We met in New York,
in Washington Square.

Where they play chess? Yeah.

Yeah, where they play chess.

Erm...

I was on my summer holiday
after my first year,

and Tony had just done
his first year at Harvard.

So he dropped out
to come here? Yeah.

His parents went nuts,
but... that was Tony.

Once he made his
mind up... Sorry.

No, please, look,

I'm sorry that we have to
ask you these questions.

Laura?

At some point, we're going to need
somebody to identify Tony's body.

If you're not up
to it, that's OK.

I think Tony's
parents should do it.

We found something
in Tony's backpack...

..that we need to
talk to you about.

Was Tony dealing?

Bit of ecstasy around campus?
Low-level stuff, maybe?

Are you... You're
sure that's Tony's?

You said that there were
other vehicles involved.

Pretty sure. It was
in his backpack.

In intent-to-supply quantities.

So you're gonna make
it all about that now?

No, we're not.

The only reason I'd be
interested in the drugs

is if they had a
bearing on Tony's death.

Well, how could they?

The pick-up truck
that flipped Tony

under the wheels of the
artic fled the scene.

So right now, we can't
rule out the possibility

that this was murder,
not an accident.

OK. Thanks, Nick.

So, you uttered the grand
total of 12 words in there?

Ari?

At this point, all I can
think is, what is the problem?

You know, what's the hitch?

So ask her. I did.

She says she doesn't know.

Just something that she needs.

Maybe she's just
fallen out of love.

You two are gonna work
through this, I know you are.

So, what did you make of Laura?

She's, er...

'Well, she's
devastated, obviously.'

'I think she's scared.'

'Hey. Thought we
didn't have secrets.

'Especially one Wesley's
in on and I'm not.

'Call me back.'

Is my solicitor here
yet? No, not yet.

Sit down, please.

Carly Chase, I'm
re-arresting you on suspicion

of causing death while driving
under the influence of alcohol.

He's... I'm afraid so.

I crashed to avoid him.

The cyclist. I mean, he...

He was on the wrong
side of the road.

You'd best save that
for your interview.

James.

Carly.

Let's see if we can sort
this mess out, shall we?

The inquiry into the hit-and-run
death of Tony Robinson

has been named Operation Violin.

Glenn will be serving as Deputy
Senior Investigating Officer.

Nick, could you run us through

the highlights of the
witness statements, please?

OK, so, seems like Tony
turned into the street

on the wrong side of the road,

causing the silver Golf to
swerve into the taxi office.

Tony was then hit
by the blue pick-up,

which had just run
through a red light.

He was then flipped across the road,
right under the wheels of the artic.

So, what about the
driver of the grey Golf?

Carly Chase. In custody, having
failed a second breath test.

So the driver of the pick-up

probably fled the scene
for obvious reasons -

stolen vehicle, no insurance,
worried about being breathalysed,

could've been carrying
something incriminating.

Probably, but not
certainly? Yeah, well...

Glenn.

Yeah. There's a detail of,
as yet, unknown significance

that we need to factor in.

Tony was carrying
intent-to-supply quantities

of what we now
know to be ecstasy.

So if he was dealing, even
just on student campus,

and pissed someone off,
that could be motive.

So until we know different,
we're treating this as murder.

Nick, can you head down to the
uni, find out if he was dealing?

And if so, to who?

Yeah, and anything on his
supplier would be good, too.

And I've been on the
phone to the NYPD.

They've informed his parents,
Pat and Fernanda Robinson,

of their son's death.

What do we know about
them, the parents?

Just that Pat Robinson is
a Wall Street accountant.

Runs one of the city's biggest
firms on the Upper East Side.

OK. And what about the
driver of the artic?

Erm... Ferguson?

It wasn't just the
crash eating him -

he's in bother on
his driver hours.

He was over? Well over.

Says his refrigeration
unit was on the blink,

and he was carrying
perishable seafood.

OK. But there's no
indication that fatigue

might've influenced
his actions, then?

Witnesses agree he didn't have time
to brake, and CCTV supports that.

Then he's not our primary lead.

Our priority is to find
the driver of that pick-up

because at the very least, he's
facing a manslaughter charge.

Guys, we've just got our first
screen grab of the blue pick-up.

Who are you?

Nadiuska has completed
the postmortem

on a previously healthy
21-year-old American national,

provisionally identified
as Tony Robinson.

We found some blue paint transfer
on the right shoulder of his jacket,

probably where the
pick-up struck him.

That transfer is consistent with
an abrasion to the right shoulder.

I found evidence of severe
and widespread trauma

consistent with multiple
internal injuries.

And that was cause of death?

I'm confident it was, yeah.

I've sent off blood and other
fluid samples for drug testing.

There's something
else you should see.

Is that what I think
it is? A bullet wound.

Long healed.

Discoloration suggests it was
sustained ten years ago minimum.

He was lucky he
wasn't paralysed.

Well, his luck ran out.

Are you sure you wanna get rid?
You could get a grand, at least.

OK.

♪ Happy birthday to you... ♪

Norman?

Right, the prints off the wing
mirror belong to a Jason Charles.

'The driver of the pick-up?'
No, Charles is Black.

But his convictions
for car crime

and his recent release
from Eastville prison

point to him knowing the driver.

'Good work. Check it out.'

Yeah, his parole sheet also says
he's working at a Charles Mechanics?

I reckon he fitted that mirror.

Malcolm Charles?

Yeah. East Sussex CID.

We're looking for Jason Charles?

What's he supposed
to have done now?

Well, that's between
us and him, isn't it?

Jason... Oi!

Brats.

Jason! Don't be daft!

Let's go back inside.

Oi, Malcom.

You didn't get him, then?
No, we didn't get him.

You want a drink of water?

You want to get done
for obstruction? OK, OK.

Help us out, Malcolm.

It's in your
interest and Jason's.

I told him I don't want
him doing any work,

paid or unpaid, on his
mates' cars. But...?

It was Monday or Tuesday.

He said he'd lock up cos
he had to finish a job.

Oi. That work?

That's the pick-up truck.

OK, you take a good
look around for me...

Ewan Preece.

'Preece is a 31-year-old dealer
serving the last three weeks

'of a six-year sentence
for drug offences.'

So... he's on day
release, presumably?

'From Eastville Prison.'

Now, he was supposed to be on
a construction site in Arundel

this morning, learning the
finer points of bricklaying,

but he didn't show.

Due back for lock-in,
then, presumably?

'Yeah, in half an hour.'

Call the prison.

If he's even a minute late,
I wanna hear about it.

'Yeah. Look, boss...'

Probably best to mention
that I know Preece of old.

I nicked him for
joyriding a while back,

tried to get him on the
straight and narrow.

'Ended up making a bit of a
prat of myself in the process.

'Hard to believe, I know.' Very
hard to believe, Norman (!)

'But I got him a job at
my uncle's lumber yard.

'Two days in, he's got
his hand in the till

'and a power drill
down his pants.'

Sounds like he's graduated
to more serious stuff.

'Yeah.'

Boss, Preece was no angel.

'But killing a teenager? I
can't see him sinking that low.'

People change, Norman.
Usually not for the better.

There's a cheerful thought (!)

Plus, he's been in Eastville.

Who knows what kind of
mentors he met in there?

We suspect Tony was dealing.

And the man who knocked
him off his bike

has form in that department.

His name is Ewan Preece.

Have you seen him before, Laura?

Is it a name you
might recognise?

Somebody Tony might've
talked about, maybe?

Look, if you're holding back
because you're scared...

..I understand, I really do.

But if you want justice for Tony,
we need to know what you know.

As in... everything.

I just...

I don't know what
you want me to say.

Look, we've spoken
to Tony's tutor.

She was very surprised to hear
that he was involved in dealing.

Are you sure you don't
recognise him, Laura?

Yeah. I'm sure.

This is my card.

Call me anytime if
you want to talk...

or if you feel scared.

Anything, OK?

Thank you.

'Laid it on a bit
thick in there.'

Think so? Yeah, I mean...

maybe she doesn't know anything.

Glenn, if you think she
doesn't know anything,

then maybe you shouldn't be
sitting your inspector's exam.

Nice (!)

Well, go on, then, genius.
What do you think she's hiding?

I don't know.

Copper's nose. I've
just got a feeling.

Ah, so now you've got a feeling.

There is something
we're not seeing.

Norman?

'Boss, Ewan Preece - he didn't
make it back for lock-in.'

What's for dinner?
Shepherd's pie.

One of your
favourites, isn't it?

Oh, can you remind me

to book a taxi to take you
to school tomorrow morning?

Ethan?

Book a taxi to take
me to school tomorrow.

Oh, ha-ha (!)

I could walk.

You'll never get up
in time. I could bike.

Lucas and Charlie bike,
and they live further away.

No. No way. You are
not biking to school.

Look...

..I've had a shit day.

OK? Not as shit
as that cyclist.

Ethan! What...?

Forget it.

Norman, anything on
Preece's location?

Yeah, his last known address
before he got sent down

is under surveillance - house
he shared with his sister.

Good. Glenn, can you head down
there, supervise? Yeah, sure.

Now, I had a chat with the
governor from Eastville.

Apparently, Preece shared a cell

with a Warren Tucker
until last year.

Warren Tucker, I know that
name. Heavy-duty villain.

Flooded coke into
Brighton in the noughties.

Doing life for double murder.

So Tucker and Preece were close?

As two coats of paint.

Governor split 'em up, fearing
Tucker's "undue influence".

What else have we got on Tucker?

He's a reputation for two
things - extreme violence

and schooling his younger employees
in the art of conducting business.

So, how much education
did Ewan enjoy

before the governor
split them up?

Well, maybe you're right, boss.

Maybe Preece has changed

and he's not the harmless
moron that I remember.

We exercise extreme caution
when apprehending Preece.

Please convey that
to the team. Sure.

'Please leave
your message after the tone.'

Jason...

It's me.

Forget your loyalty to Preece.

If you don't turn yourself in,
I'm coming over there myself.

Yeah. Later.

The parents are flying
over to view the body.

Yeah. I volunteered
for the welcome party.

Great. Good, good. You
can calm the waters.

Do you think they'll be tricky?

Wealthy, Wall Street types...

They're probably
gonna want answers.

And until we find Preece, I'm
not sure we can give them any.

Speaking of which...

Will you leave that
bloody thing alone?

Sorry. I'm just
checking surveillance.

Oh, yeah, I'm still waiting
on tox for Tony Robinson.

Sorry about the change of venue.
I... just want it to be...

Locked and loaded?

Ready.

Beautiful.

Happy anniversary.
Happy anniversary.

There's no going back now.

What do you mean?

Work is off limits for
the rest of the night.

That is
fine by me. Liar!

I've been thinking about
speeding things up a bit.

We don't know how fast either
of us will sell our places...

Well, the agents say
it's a seller's market.

Oh, they always say that.

And then there's
buying a new place...

What are you suggesting?

Move in with me for a bit.

Call it a trial period.

What do you think?

Tomorrow?

What? I'll pack a suitcase
tonight, and I'll move in tomorrow.

What about Glenn?
He'll be fine.

He'll have the run of
the place. He'll love it.

Tomorrow? Why?

Because I don't wanna make
the same mistake twice.

Roy... I don't care what
house, flat, bed we're in.

I just wanna see you when I wake
up in the morning. That's it.

Take it.

Glenn.

'You'd better check
the Argus website.

'Spinella's outdone himself.'

You just couldn't
help it, could you?

Thought you were
supposed to be with Cleo?

I was.

I'm not trying to
undermine you, Glenn.

I'm just checking
in, that's all.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

It's just this Spinella thing.

How did he get to the mechanics'

while Norman and Bella
were still there?

Dunno.

Bring him in? Sweat him?

With what?

He'll just say it was his
keen journalistic instincts.

RADIO: 'All units, all units
from OP-six, be aware.'

We have an incoming on foot,

Marion Gardens towards
Maythorpe Road.

Cap's a match for the one he
was wearing at the garage.

OK, incoming is believed to be the
suspect, but... no positive ID.

'Now heading for
the target house.'

Come on, what's the plan, boss?

Look, do we take him now, or
do we wait till he's inside?

Take him. Repeat, take him.

Armed police! Show me
your hands! Police!

Hands! Hands!

Hands! Down, down!

Get your hands on
the floor, Preece!

Put your hands down on the floor!
Preece! You're under arrest.

He put you up to
this, didn't he?

To flush us out, see if we
were watching you? What?

I'm just walking home. Wearing
your brother's clothes?

What's going on? Evie.

Norman.

Where is he, Evie? Where's Ewan?

Just save us all a lot
of bother and tell us.

I don't know.

I don't!

Get her out of here.

Well, if this is Preece
trying to flush us out...

..he's picked the right spot.

Local police called to
a scene in Kemptown.

It's Malcolm Charles.

Gunshot wounds to the right
arm... and to the head.

Powder burn on the skin.

Up close and personal.

Professional, certainly.

They clearly knew
what they were doing.

Poor sod. I feel bad
at shouting at him now.

Ballistics?

Entry wound above the ear,
slightly lower exit wound,

giving us a downward trajectory.

No bullet inside.

Looks like he dug it out
and took it with him.

Very professional.

Which fits with the chest
wounds. Neat, precise...

Is that salt? Yes.

Looks like he was tortured.

There's two reasons
you torture someone -

you're a sadist, or
you want information.

I know they're not
mutually exclusive, but...

what are we looking
at, if you had to pick?

The latter one, I'd say.

Given the neat,
incremental wounds,

plus he took the trouble to
bring the salt to the scene.

Why would someone
torture Malcolm Charles?

No record, no history
of criminality.

Unlike his nephew, Jason.

Preece hears about
Jason doing a runner,

decides to get to him before us.

Malcolm refuses to
give him up, so...

Well, why? Why would
Preece go after Jason?

Shut him up.

About what? Location, plans...

things they might have
divulged when they were inside.

But if he did send
Tony under the truck,

why isn't he lying low?

I don't know.

But right now, he's
the only person

linking Malcolm Charles
to Tony Robinson.

And if you're right...

we need to find Jason
before Preece does.

Come on, Norman, you've
nicked him. Where do we start?

Well, Warren Tucker, I suppose.

Ethan?

I don't wanna make another one.

Another...? Memory box.

What if you get
into another crash?

What if you're not
so lucky next time?

I've got bad news for you, mate.

I'm not going anywhere.

You will never get rid of me.

Now, just do me a favour, yeah?

Keep your tracking app
on when you go out, OK?

Sure, Mum.

Would you like to follow me?

Mr and Mrs Robinson.

Cleo Morey. Good afternoon.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

And having to travel
so far to be here.

I think you're both
very brave. Thank you.

This way.

Can I offer you a
tea or a coffee?

No, thank you.

Thank you again for
making the journey here.

DS Moy and I are here to offer
as much illumination as we can

or try and answer any
questions you might have

about the circumstances
of Tony's tragic death.

I'm afraid your son suffered
serious abrasions in the accident.

I would recommend you look at
Tony through the viewing window.

I want to see him.

To hold him.

Hug him.

He's cold in there.

Yes, of course.

But please be prepared.

SHE SOBS

It's OK, I'm here now.

I'm here.

I'm here.

Tell us about the accident.

There were three
vehicles involved.

Witness reports
indicate... We know that.

What we wanna hear
is your progress.

Any news on the pick-up driver?

What about the trucker?

The driver of the pick-up
has not yet been found.

But our efforts are ongoing.

We will find him.

I... I'm sorry...

I'm just... trying to
make sense of it all.

Of course.

And as soon as we have
any more information,

we'll let you know.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

There's a designated area
outside if you'd like to smoke.

Sure thing.

Ethan! You've got
dentist on Thursday.

Oh, get a grip, Carly.

'Mr Jones to the
governor's office.

'Mr Jones to the governor's
office.'

Evening, Warren.

DS Norman Potting.

It's about Ewan. You're
well acquainted, aren't you?

Look, he didn't make
it back for lock-in.

He might be in some
bother.

'Mr Sebden, can you make
your way to viewing, please?'

You know, me and you have
got something in common.

Yeah.

You know, we both tried
to help him. Steer him.

More fool us, eh?

Yeah.

How about... we give
him another chance?

D'you know what sunk costs are?

An investment that's
already been made...

and can't be recovered.

When I was in business,

I knew loads of people
just didn't get that.

They're thinking if
they've lost a million,

well, they might as
well blow two or three.

Hang in there. See it through.

But not you? Nah, not me.

I got a buzz out of
cutting my losses.

Walking away and
never looking back.

No matter how much I
put in, how much I lost.

The more, the merrier.

Do you understand?

Ewan Preece... is a sunk cost?

First day of his parole, he
got shitfaced in the Bull

when he should've been
on site in Arundel.

He smashed his mirror
in a pub car park

and got it fixed, hoping that
I wouldn't hear about it.

I mean...

Vain hope? It was the
deception I didn't like.

You're very well
informed, Warren.

Preece is beyond help.

Right, so you don't
believe in second chances?

That was his second chance.

How d'you feel about
your brother getting out?

I feel... great about it.

You're close? Yeah.

Not as close as
you were, though?

Six years apart'll do that.

What about Warren Tucker?
Did he come between you?

Looked after Ewan.
He was a mate.

Got him to do some A-levels.

Right.

Malcolm Charles.

S If you're
saying Ewan did this...

It's just... There's no way.

Right, then help us
find him. Eliminate him.

I don't know where
he is, I swear.

You seemed frightened, Evie.

I've waited a long time
for him to get out.

Is it fair to say that
prison has changed Ewan?

How much of that is down to
Tucker's influence, do you think?

Tucker's son was a
junkie, killed himself.

He saw Ewan as, I
dunno, a surrogate?

Second chance?

Ewan was working at
a construction firm

as part of his day release.

He pranged their pick-up truck
on his first day, but he was...

more scared of Tucker's
reaction than the governor's.

Why was he scared? Mm...

Had a few at lunchtime with a mate,
and the truck was company-use only.

Enough to nix his day release?

So he got Jason to fix the
mirror, no questions asked.

That's it.

No, that's not "it", Evie.

He put Tony Robinson under
the wheels of a truck.

We just don't know why.

When did you last see him?

OK, yeah.

He let himself in this
afternoon. I was at work.

And you didn't see him?

No. I... did in the park.

He gave me his clothes to wear.

S-Said he needed to
know if it was safe

to stay a night at
mine before he got out.

So not only did he
callously use you,

he asked you to lie to
us, albeit by omission.

That is a serious offence, Evie.

How could you believe
a word he says? Hmm?

About the pick-up truck? About
what he has or hasn't done?

About anything, really?

Don't know.

Did he say where he was going?

He wouldn't tell me.

Said it was...

..better if I didn't know.

Shit.

I was passing by.

C'mon, Glenn.

Sorry about this morning.

No. No, look, I'm sorry.

For loitering with intent...

..and for putting
you on the spot.

I mean, they're fair
questions. More than fair.

I'm sorry my answers
have been so vague.

All I can tell you is that...
I'm not trying to make a point...

..or hurt you or anything.

I just need to get
my head straight.

OK. I got it.

So, as soon as the press get
a sniff of Malcolm Charles,

we're gonna have a
panic on our hands.

We need to be ready.

Well, that's a relief.

I'm moving in with Cleo...

..tomorrow.

Wow.

Congratulations. Thanks.

Just, er... Just one thing.

Am I out on my ear?

Not as long as you
continue feeding Marlon.

Are you gonna be all right?

Seriously?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah,
of course I am.

Don't need to worry
about me, OK? Old timer.

Argh!

Thank you for calling. Yes,
I'm outside the front now.

I'll see you in a minute.

DSI Grace! How goes it?

Any leads on Ewan Preece?

How'd you know about Preece?

Well... put two
and two together.

"Two and two"? Hm.

Care to elucidate?

Sure.

Your lot made a big noise outside
his sister's place yesterday,

and my man in Eastville says
that Ewan skipped lock-up.

Ergo, he's your
hit-and-run driver.

But did he kill Malcolm Charles?

What were you doing
outside that mechanics'?

Answering a question with a
question is very Messianic.

And before you say "coincidence"
or "anonymous source"

or some other bullshit, know this
- your piece got Malcolm killed,

and now Jason has
gone underground,

and our best chance of finding
Preece has gone with him.

What were you doing
outside the mechanics'?

My job - following a
lead. You should try it.

Ooh, careful. You might
do something you regret.

Hit me, for example.

That's a bad example.

OK. Look, my man
at Eastville says

that Ewan and Jason
were cell-mates.

The mechanics' is down
on Jason's parole sheet

as his place of work.

Happy?

We hadn't identified
Preece as a suspect then.

So unless you had
and weren't sharing,

which is obstruction, in
my book, no, I'm not happy.

I know you're
getting help, Kevin.

I just don't know how.

Who.

Sorry, you've lost me.

Oh, come on. All these
scoops, exclusives.

It's not because you're the Carl
Bernstein of Brighton, is it?

I don't know who that
is.

That figures.

Well, thanks, Superintendent.
It's always a pleasure (!)

If you so much as
mention Preece's name -

in print, online, wherever -

it will be the last
thing you ever do.

'The time and date of
your court hearing has been set.

'It's next Tuesday at 11am.'

Right. Of course.

Carly,
your ten o'clock's here.

'My guess is you'll lose your
driver's licence for a year.'

A year?!

'Yes. Hopefully not longer.'

Well, how am I supposed to take
Ethan to school or get to work?

Just give
me a minute, please?

'Everything OK?' Yeah. Sorry.

'Ready for the address
for the magistrates'?'

Er...

Yep, ready.

Whatever it takes, we have
to find Ewan Preece today.

Where did he go when
he left his sister's?

Where'd he stash the pick-up?

We know he was in touch
with Jason from Eastville.

We do, but Jason's
AWOL - not a sniff.

OK, so who else? Check his
cell-mates, but don't stop there.

Who else was he close to
apart from Warren Tucker?

Who were his regular visitors?

Yeah, I paid Warren
Tucker a visit last night.

He's not gonna help.

Why not? His boy's in trouble?

He says Ewan is a "sunk cost".
Claims he's written him off.

Wow that's cold.

Yeah, IF we buy it.
I'm not sure you do.

OK, well, regardless of that,

they were kept apart
before Ewan's release,

so he had to make new pals on
the cell block - who were they?

Let's not forget his
mates before he went down.

He's got a long record. I doubt
he was offending on his own.

He wasn't. No, I know these boys
he used to knock about with.

I mean, "boys" - men now.

Well, let's pay them a
visit. And his family.

Oh, he hasn't got any family,
has he? Just the sister.

Oh, and by the way, we need to
keep looking over our shoulders.

Spinella?

I caught him today in the company
of Tony Robinson's father.

Ah, we can expect
some headlines, then?

"Victim's parents say police
are dragging their feet".

I think he's planning
more than that.

You give him too much credit.

That's exactly what
I said. Yes, you did.

And then he turned up outside
Jason Charles's front door.

We must not
underestimate Spinella.

Roger Ferguson - the lorry
driver who ran Tony over.

And that's Jason -

last seen outrunning Norman
and I on Kemptown Road.

Well, we got him in the end, eh?

Feels like a million years ago.

Preece is still
the common thread.

He knew Jason from Eastville and
got him to fix his wing mirror.

We're still missing a why.

Even if Preece targeted
Tony over some drug deal...

why kill Ferguson?

Also, why stick
around in Brighton?

Why put the bodies on display,
put them where they'll be found,

when you're wanted
for a hit-and-run?

Something's off.

Three murders. Three victims.

All of whom we can
link to your brother.

Where is he, Evie?

I just don't believe you when you
say you haven't got an inkling.

Hasn't been easy
between you two, has it?

We checked Ewan's
visitation log at Eastville.

You were a weekly
fixture for five years,

but since Christmas...
not one visit.

Had a falling-out.

I was so looking forward to him
coming home, moving back in.

We were in foster
care together, and...

..suddenly, he had other plans.

OK.

Tucker sorted him a place.

Ewan said it was
near the harbour.

That's all I know.

OK, we're gonna pause it
there for a few minutes.

Excuse us, Evie.

'So, the harbour...'

Check Tucker's assets,

any recent purchases by
close family members.

Also, a targeted ANPR
around the harbour

for Preece's pick-up truck.

We're close, Glenn. We're close.

Roy?

Cameras caught a blue
pick-up on Harbour Road

bearing various hallmarks
of Preece's truck.

Where did he end
up? We don't know.

Footage shows the pick-up entering
the harbour via the east entrance.

And after that, nothing
- trail goes cold.

Get on to the harbour.
Foursquare search?

And whenever the next sonar
sweep is due, bring it forward.

BELLA: It's Preece's pick-up.

Yeah, that's Ewan.

It's Ewan Preece.

Doesn't look like he
made much effort to get away.

Suicide?

Dead man's grip.

Rigor mortis?

Well, the suddenness of
immersion brings it on fast...

But not so fast he couldn't
let go of the wheel.

What is it?

His hands have been
glued to the wheel.

Christ!

They say that drowning's
one of the worst ways to go.

So he was tortured, basically.

Malcolm Charles mark two.

Not quite. You asked me if I
thought Malcolm was tortured

for information or pure sadism.

I said the former.

But this looks like the latter?

The level of theatricality,
the preparation required,

the risks involved...
feels personal.

OK, so what're we looking at?

A cold-blooded killer
devolving into a psycho?

Or the change speaks
to the victimology.

From their injuries, I'd say Malcolm
and Jason aren't primary victims -

they were just a means
to an end to find Preece.

OK, so if not Preece, then who?

Who killed four people
without leaving a witness

or a single forensic trace?

Tucker?

We can't rule him out, but
we have to step back now.

Right back.

OK, in the light of Preece's
death it seems unlikely

that he meant to send Tony
under the wheels of the truck,

so we have an accidental death

that seems to have been a
catalyst for four murders.

We can't be sure about that.

No, but if all four
murders link back to Tony,

we have to ask ourselves why?

What is it about him?

Your investigation
has been slow,

reactive and achieved the
square root of sod all -

something thrown into sharp relief
by the death of your prime suspect.

Turns out Preece is a victim -

indeed the victim who's been
made to suffer the most.

It would seem so, yes, sir.

You've wasted a day, and now
there's this to contend with.

Read the terms and conditions.

"£100,000 for information

"leading to the identity
of the suspect."

Talk about paraffin
on the flames.

This is Spinella all over.

Not that you're obsessed
with him at all (!)

He has someone in
East Sussex Police.

Every crime scene, he's there
straight after us, sometimes...

Enough!

Stop fixating on Spinella,

and I suggest you find
a new, viable suspect

so we can reassure people that
we have a clue what we're doing.

Yes, sir.

This is a very challenging
and fast-moving case.

If this was the Met,
you and I both know

that we would have
50 bodies on this.

As it is, my team worked until
dawn and were back in at 8am

for a briefing, and they
will do the same tonight

and tomorrow night and
for however long it takes

until we catch this man.

What's your point?

Your loyalty... is appreciated.

The National Crime
Agency just called

to offer their
help and expertise.

I thanked them sincerely and
told them we had the job in hand.

How's that for loyalty?

All right?

So, CCTV caught a man leaving
the harbour on foot at 2am.

Run him up the flagpole,

then trawl all known
associates of Warren Tucker.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Oh, and Hampshire spent
quite a lot of money

on facial recognition
software only last year.

Ah, well, sharing's caring
- I'll give 'em a call.

What would I do without
you, Norman?

Don't forget to get me
early for the dentist.

I'm sending a taxi from Alpha
Weald. I've told the school.

Can it be George?

Can it be George
from Alpha Weald?

Ah, well, I'll ask,
but no promises.

Why can't you take me?

I've... got to go
and do something.

What?

I'm going to see the
parents of the American boy.

What are you going
to say to them?

That I'm sorry. But
it wasn't your fault.

Why don't you tell them
about Dad? I might.

You could give them something. I
don't think that's appropriate.

To show them that you mean
it! Anybody can say sorry.

Hm.

Good steer on the
facial mapping, boss.

Hampshire came through for us.

We ran the face of the
bloke exiting the harbour.

CCTV at Gatwick picked this up.

American national - John Nash?

Arrived from Paris
three days ago.

Put out an all units
- ports and airports.

We need to throw a
net over the city now.

American.

Bella, four hubs we know
he's spent time in -

the harbour, Evie's place,
M23, and the mechanics'...

And we know when. Yeah.

Cross-reference CCTV and ANPR

for any cars showing up in all
of those places. I'm on it.

This man is American, and obviously,
the Robinsons are American.

I mean, it would be remiss of us not
to look for some kind of link, no?

Well, they certainly
have means and motive.

Remember Laura Cadman's reaction

when we suggested that she
might have to ID Tony's body?

Yeah, she was...
she was worried.

She was scared.

And what was Pat Robinson
doing with Spinella?

Listen to the wording here...

"£100,000 for information

"leading to the identity
of the suspect."

Not "leading to the
arrest and conviction",

"leading to the identity".

They're straying into
vigilante territory.

But to focus on the
suspect's identity, that's...

..aggressive, it's revealing.

Pat Robinson is... is
just an accountant.

A Wall Street accountant.

That kind of wealth buys
you power, influence,

the expectation that you
get everything your own way.

Yeah. Except we have no proof
that they are behind this.

Well, let's go and find some.

'Hey. Thought we
didn't have secrets.

'Especially one Wesley's
in on and I'm not.'

The last thing he
said to me. To anyone.

They were my drugs.

Why did you lie? I didn't
wanna get in trouble.

Trouble? A few
pills? First offence?

What's that, community
service? Suspended sentence?

You let us believe that
those pills belonged to him,

and because of that, you risked
derailing our entire investigation.

Why did you do that?

Was that the same reason you
didn't wanna identify Tony's body?

What is it about his parents, Laura?
Why are you so scared of them?

So...

..Tony's mother, her
real name is Giordino.

Her father is Sal Giordino -

head of the most powerful
crime family on the East Coast.

Does that have anything to do
with the bullet wound, the scar?

Yeah. He was ten.

He got shot while he was riding
in a car with his grandfather.

Right, so the bullet
was for him? Sal?

The murders on the news, I mean,
that's because of Tony, isn't it?

Well, given what you've just
told us, I think so, yeah.

It's revenge. What about
the reward they put up?

That was a diversion.
A smokescreen.

Yeah, and it almost worked.

BELLA: 'We've got a navy
Astra caught on camera

'near two of the hubs -
mechanics' and the harbour.'

'Did you run the plates?'

'The Astra was hired three
days ago at Gatwick Airport.'

Course it was.

'He used a credit card
but in a different name.'

Listen, we think Fernanda's
put out multiple hits.

Everyone connected with Tony's
death has been tortured and killed.

No, not everyone. Carly Chase.

Hi, hello. I'm Carly Chase?

Go down there. Take a right.

You've got some
balls coming here.

I'm not going to pretend

that I understand what
you must be going through.

But we do have something
in common. We do?

What is this junk?

My son's memory box.

His father, Kes, passed away
in a skiing accident last year.

And that's what you think we have
in common? We both lost someone?

I'm sorry!

I am so... so sorry about Tony.

Found that on the
beach in Corsica.

Ethan was five.

Don't milk it, sweetheart.

He wanted you to have
something from his box.

Your son did? Yeah.

That's sweet of him.

Corsica?

Corsica.

Thank you. Thank you.

We'll walk out with you.

Detective Superintendent
Roy Grace.

Fernanda Giordino?
What's going on?

Right, come with me, please.

I'm not going to waste
your time or mine.

I'm just gonna make a
heartfelt plea. Call him off.

I don't know what
you're... Call him off.

Before anybody else gets
hurt. Am I under arrest?

We have no grounds
to arrest you.

Then I'd like to go
about my business.

Make the call, Fernanda.

Listen, buddy... we're
grieving parents.

If your implication is that
my wife's family somehow...

Of course that's
his implication.

Oh, you're Sal Giordino's
daughter, all right.

He liked a little
theatricality, didn't he?

And a lot of pain.

I wish you luck... with your
investigation, Detective.

Killing, torture, it's not
going to bring Tony back.

It won't make you feel better.

How the hell do you know?

I know what you've done.

And it will catch up with
you in the end, I promise.

You're only as strong as
your weakest link, Fernanda.

And I will find that link
between you and Nash,

and you will die in prison.

He says they're
Mafia. Is that true?

What did you talk about,
Carly? What did you tell 'em?

We talked about losing
someone. We talked about Ethan.

Your son? Where's your
son now? At school?

Yes, but a taxi is about
to take him to the dentist.

OK, call the school.

We need to get you and Ethan
somewhere safe right now.

Hello, can I help?

Er, yeah, I'm Mike
from Alpha Weald,

collecting Ethan Chase for
his dental appointment?

It's usually, er,
George that gets him,

but, er, I think he's on an
airport job or something.

OK. I do have a note of
Ethan's dental appointment.

Preston Dental Clinic?

That's right, but I have him
down as being picked up at two.

Oh, yeah, well, his, er,
mom called the office

and said she, er, wanted
him collected early

cos the traffic on
the seafront is awful.

Tell me about it.
That's my route home.

Oh, gosh. I'm sorry!

He's in Geography. I'm
sure he can leave early.

Sorry, kid. George
wasn't available.

It's OK.

This isn't the way
to the dentist.

You're right, Ethan, it's not.

Not his usual place, anyways.

Right. So he's working
somewhere else?

Temporarily? "Temporarily"?

That's a big word
for a little kid.

I didn't know big words
like that at your age.

What's your name?

Tooth.

I got no reception
down here. You?

Argh! Urgh!

Right, her description
matches that of Nash.

Now, Ethan had an appointment
at the dentist today.

Somehow, he knew that. Probably
snuck into Carly's place.

Bugged the phone, maybe? Doesn't
matter how he knew, he knew.

The question is now
how do we find him?

A son for a son. We
should've seen this coming.

It's not your fault,
boss. Tell that to Ethan!

OK, we need to plot an
arc around the school.

How far could he have got in
any direction within 30 minutes?

Belt and braces.
I'll do a road check

on major routes up
to an hour away.

I want all ports alert,

everyone cleaving to the
kidnap manual, no deviations.

Boss.

You've got to find him.
You've got to find him!

Carly, listen to me. We're
going to get Ethan back.

But we need your help, OK?

Does Ethan have a mobile?
Yes, and he's got a tracking app.

He promised me he'd keep it on.

Well? Can they see him?

Track him? I'm sorry, Carly.

ETHAN: Help! Help!

Help! Let me out!

He promised he'd
keep it activated!

His phone went offline
20 minutes ago.

The last place we tracked it to
was a car park near the marina.

TEXT ALERT

What?! What does
it say, Carly?

Er...

'Bella, we're just
leaving the school now.'

'We think Ethan's got
his dad's smartwatch.

'If we're right, he's
in Shoreham Harbour.'

'I'm heading to
the last-known location

'of Ethan's phone - looks
like it's by the marina.

'I don't think we've
got much time, boss.'

SIREN BLARES

It's been severed, and recently.

I've spotted Nash on CCTV
in the marina car park.

'He dropped something
getting Ethan in his car.

'A tide chart.'

Is there a date on
the chart? 'Hang on.

'This week. Mean
something to you?'

Not really. 'Shit.'

Stop! Please! Please!

It hurts, stop! All right,
just be quiet now, kid.

'Interpol coughed up
what they have on Nash.

'Reckon he used to go by the
name of "James John Robertson",

'ex-Navy Seal turned
professional killer, AKA Tooth.'

Oh, great (!)

Call for back-up.

Get off of me! Get off me!

Argh! Get off! Nash, don't!

Argh!

Police! Stop!

Help! Pull me up! Pull me up!

OK. Ethan, I've got you. Argh!

Stop!

Pull me up! Pull me up! OK...

Help! Argh!

Hold on!

Ugh! Oh! Argh!

Argh!

Argh!

Please!
I'm slipping!

I'm slipping! Argh!

Argh!

Oh!

Argh! Please!

Pull me up! Please!

Glenn!

Glenn!

Glenn!

Argh! Please!

Glenn!

Glenn!

Pull me up! Pull me up!

You OK? You OK?

We've got him. We
need an ambulance now!

Oh!

Thank you.

Brave lad.

He kept his head while I was
most definitely losing mine.

That's normally my job.

I should've gone in.

And then what?

I let him get away.

Speaking personally, I'm
glad you didn't go in.

Hey... You saved his life.

Quite probably mine, too.

Can I get that in writing?

Oh, what's up, boss?
Game of tug-of-war?

Yeah.

So, you didn't fancy giving
us a hand, then, Norman?

What? What, and
spoil all your fun?

What?

Divers are still in the
water. No sign of our man.

How's Ethan?

He's OK. Getting there.

Is there any news? I
know he's gonna ask.

Well, it seems that being
dunked into Shoreham Harbour

wasn't part of Nash's plan.

In his haste to get away, he
called the Robinsons' home number

in New York from a payphone.

How do you know?

The FBI were monitoring
the line at our behest.

It seems Fernanda lost her temper,
and her portion of the call

is deemed - and I quote -
"compromising and actionable".

I like the sound of that.

So do I.

An arrest is imminent.

Nash, though, is
a different story.

We know he got as far as Paris,
and then after that... nothing.

So, what have you
decided, Carly?

We're gonna take our chances.

Install new locks,
alarms, cameras.

OK.

Well, if you find yourself
looking over your shoulder,

we can still talk
about relocating.

Way I see it, with
her resources,

if she really wanted
to find us, she could.

Outer Hebrides, Timbuktu.

That's probably true.

And life is dangerous
wherever you are, right?

Inherently?

It's not without
risks, certainly.

So... you're staying put.

Final answer? Final answer.

You know what?

I won't be looking
over my shoulder.

Not in my nature.

Annette, can you put Bruno on?

Hi, Mum.

I'm sorry, darling.

I'm gonna be away a
bit longer, I'm afraid.

'What are you doing?'

I'm looking for an old friend.

If I find them,
I'll introduce you.

How about that?