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Hasan, you with us?

Here we go. Elias Mannix, 15 years old.

Hasan, briefing please.

Mannix was placed into the system when he was four,

and he wound up in the same care home as Syed Tahir.

Care homeowners say, wherever Mannix went, Syed followed.

Then three years ago,

Mannix got adopted by Andrew and Elaine Morley.

- He's an ex-copper. She's a Reiki healer. - Oh, love Reiki.

This CCTV footage was taken

ten minutes before the Longharvest Lane body was found.

So you think Mannix is the killer? And that Syed took the blame?

I had Syed right in front of me.

All he had to do was talk and he couldn't.

Echo Tango 1 to Echo Tango 2, approaching location.

Stand by.

Go, go, go!

Armed police, get down! Get down on your knees!

- Put your hands where I can see them. - Where's your son Elias?

Check upstairs.

- Stay down! - Where's Mannix?

- Need some help? - Armed police!

- Against the wall! Against the wall! - Okay! Okay!

Show me your hands! Armed police!

Clear downstairs.

What the fuck?

Jesus.

So you're saying you haven't seen Elias in two days?

- That's right. - And when he last walked out the door,

he didn't say where he was going?

- Mm. - No.

- You didn't ask him? - He's 15.

I mean, lads that age, they're out the door, slam.

Look, what's going on? We're really starting to worry.

I just found these in Elias' bedroom.

That's me picking up my son from school last Friday.

Can you think why your son is following me?

- Taking pictures? - What?

- Putting me on his wall? - No.

Have you ever seen this boy before?

- No. - His name is Syed Tahir.

He was in the same care home as Elias. They were close.

No.

We've never seen him. Elias has never mentioned him.

Syed was our main suspect in a murder.

Before he killed himself.

That's Elias with Syed, holding the gun

Syed later used to take his own life.

Yeah. You okay? You all right?

There's the victim we believe Syed...

...may or may not have murdered with the same gun.

- You all right? - Mm.

Andrew, you're ex-job, right?

Mm.

Sergeant, 20 years, armed police.

You're the adoptive parent of a psychologically troubled kid

with a history of misdemeanors.

Didn't it cross your mind

to notify the police he's missing and you don't know where he was?

Hasan!

If we're knocking on his door every day and checking his search history,

and asking where he's going, we're just another institution to him.

I don't know

why he's got you on his wall.

And I don't know what this is,

but don't make your mind up on him too fast, eh?

He's a good kid.

He'll have nothing to do with your dead body.

And we'll do everything we can to help find him.

Welcome home, Iris.

What a community.

Safety, family, well-being, body and mind.

You got me.

I've got you.

We've got each other.

United Britain.

Mm.

Cheer me up.

Vintage.

No, no, no! Forget it. Just...

You have garlic, carrot batons and one jar of hummus.

Temperature loss and energy waste

increasing with the duration of your decision.

Your neighbor, Dunnet, Lorna, is at your door.

I slept through the minute's silence. Can you believe that?

Lorna, listen, it's... it's been really intense today.

Oops!

Oh, come on. You can tell me all about your bad day.

My own next-door super sleuth.

Oh, Bella, no! No!

Come on! Down!

No! Stop.

Oh.

You've got blood on you, sweetheart.

Were you hurt?

Don't take all day in there. This... This gin isn't gonna drink itself!

So, whose blood was it?

I don't wanna bore you with it.

- Impossible. - Well, it's also classified.

You temptress.

So, um, was it a murder?

Jesus, Lorn.

Cla-ssi-fied!

Just pour, come on. Okay?

But a dead body?

Actually, I think I saved his life.

Well...

I'll drink to that.

We can drink this whole bottle to that!

Cheers.

My dad brought me to work for the day.

We were on the Tube.

We just heard this boom, like the whole world shook.

Then darkness and screams.

The light, uh, burned my eyes.

I... I couldn't see for three days.

When my sight came back, everything had changed.

What I remember most, though, was how the country came together.

We were one again.

United.

Joined by many courageous survivors,

members of The Executive gathered in front of the London memorial,

remembering the tragic day 30 years ago,

but also celebrating the new beginning...

...and order that we have now.

After the attack, when we rebuilt our city,

we all shared a dream...

- Hey. It's okay. - ...of community where no one's left behind.

Citizens of the new Britain, we've come so far.

Did you lose someone?

It's no dream.

It's our world.

My dad died, in the blast.

We built it.

It took our mom too.

Eventually.

- And this is just the beginning. - It's just me.

Every child, you see, is in it together.

Not on your nelly.

Taking pride in looking out for one another.

Truly being there for one another.

We're stronger together.

Stronger than ever.

The crowds at Memorial Park in London

were honored to be led by a very special guest,

the founder of The Executive, our beloved commander in chief.

When we're united,

there's no limit to what we're capable of.

Inspector Hillinghead.

Inspector Hillinghead. The Chief Inspector is ready for you.

And there was no murder weapon discovered near the body?

Correct, sir.

Well then, Inspector.

Since the Longharvest corpse has yet to be identified,

do you believe you've exhausted all further avenues of, um...

...legitimate enquiry?

Yes, sir, I do.

Thank you.

You did the right thing, lad.

There's no need to rock the boat.

What say we go give the bottle a black eye, eh?

It's too fast, Polly.

- Don't blame me if you can't keep up. - It's a hymn!

- Let me tell him. - What... Po...

Guess who Reverend Spencer's asked

- to play at the Harvest Festival. - Um...

Me!

That's wonderful, sweetheart.

It'll be the Albert Hall next, hmm?

Oh, the success is going to her head already.

She won't listen to a word I say.

- Thinks I'm some... - Hey!

...fuddy-duddy.

She taught you everything you know, pay her heed.

I will, Pa.

But her fingers are old.

- They click like castanets. - Oh, you...

Oi!

Was the case closed that quickly?

Mercifully.

Let's eat early, shall we?

Mm.

Burn it, Hillinghead. No good will come of it.

I'll take it to the highest authority.

Then you're dead already.

Tell me something, Cozens.

How does a low-life, convicted rapist like you

get his hands on top-notch cigars? You're only just out the clink.

You know how it goes, Whiteman.

Friends in high places.

Churchill's favorite brand.

So...

...a body was discovered in the boot of a Wolseley

after last night's raid.

- What's this? - It's a gear knob, stupid.

- Thought we'd go into business together. - Oh.

♪ Blue skies are 'round the corner ♪

♪ Never a cloud In those bright blue skies ♪

- Well? - Problem solved.

I planted fingerprints in the Wolseley. Case will be closed by sunset tomorrow.

I'll bury the files.

Good.

Maybe when all this is over,

I can take you for a drink sometime.

Nice to put a face to the voice.

Know you are loved, Sergeant Whiteman.

I'm heading up.

I told Jawad to wake you up tomorrow instead of me.

So get some sleep.

Mm-hmm. Will do.

Mm.

Rick? How's it going?

Nothing. No sighting of Mannix.

For a 15-year-old, he's very good at staying off social media.

It's inspirational.

Did you see a campervan parked up anywhere at the Morleys' home?

In the driveway?

Nah. Definitely not.

- Need you to run some plates for me. - Yep.

November Hotel 9452. It's a Hymer motorhome.

- You got something? - Maybe.

- Let me know. - Yes, boss. Did you get that Elias video?

From Barber.

- It's bloody scary! - Yeah, it's just come in. Chat later.

I had this dream again last night.

What do you call it? It's recurring.

Yeah.

Recurring.

I had to kill a little boy.

I didn't want to, but I knew I had to.

I couldn't see the little boy's face. I was holding him on my lap.

The boy trusted me.

And I shot him in the head.

And I wanted that to be it, but it wasn't.

This boy knew I'd shot him.

I told him I had to.

It's all gonna be over soon.

And all I wanted to do was to let him know...

that he was loved.

"Know you are loved."

Anything?

- Nah, nothing. - Sir.

Palpable hit.

Well, uh...

The Morleys' own personal campervan comes out the Blackwall Tunnel,

and stops for petrol here.

The date, July 6th.

Six hours after Hasan found the body.

- You got a cam on the front? - Yep.

Mannix.

- Got him. - Yeah, but we lose them after the station.

The Morleys are lying.

Bring them in, but keep them separate.

Whatever sort of cop he thinks he was, his wife won't last long under pressure.

Oi, you heard.

Yes, Guv.

- Come with me. - Yeah, mate.

We know it isn't news to you

that you're aiding and abetting a fugitive, Mr. Morley.

Beg your pardon, ex-sergeant Morley.

Hmm. Very fancy!

- On a copper's pension? - I saved up.

Elaine, you've already lied to the police once.

It's time to set the record straight.

Come on.

Please.

Tell us where he is.

For Elias' sake.

- Saved you one. - Oh, I need it. Thanks, man.

You drink alcohol last night?

Six units.

Never again.

Good morning, detectives.

Good morning, madam.

Another beautiful day in Whitechapel.

Almost.

Eagan, how are we doing on that cybercrime gang?

Cracking down, ma'am.

They've been targeting local millennials

since they're getting a little long in the tooth these days.

I've uploaded data to everyone's pods.

Make sure any victims are referred to the wellbeing team.

And let's hope that that's as exciting as the day gets.

Sorry, ma'am.

Any word on that murder attempt yesterday?

The naked guy I found,

shot in the face.

That is a matter for The Executive. Okay, that's all for now.

The Executive didn't even ask me for a state...

Your individual target locations are being uploaded to your pods.

Maplewood.

Quick word.

I'm sorry for overstepping, again.

But look, this was my catch... on my patch.

There is something strange about this.

How did he get there?

Who is he?

When I was your age, I thought as long as I made Inspector

by the time I was 35,

nothing else mattered.

You want to go places.

Correct?

Correct, ma'am.

Then why jump off a cliff asking questions about a case

that is way above your pay grade and mine?

SPYNE level low.

When we rebuilt our city,

we all shared a dream.

...where no one's left behind.

Balance and equality in all its forms.

Our place has been restored.

Hi, Alby.

May I come in?

Have I got a choice?

Hey, Marina.

Iris.

Long time no see...

Alby, you didn't tell her?

You're an aunt. Congratulations.

See? Told her.

I'll leave you alone. This little one has to eat.

Lock the front. I won't be long.

Of course.

Jesus, Alby.

- Is there anything here that isn't hot? - Why, you got a better job going?

Working for The Man?

So what brings you out here this time, Detective?

I need you to run some DNA.

Find out who it belongs to.

A guy bled all over me.

It's been red-flagged,

and I need someone I can trust.

Well then, as your...

big brother...

Half-brother.

It's my pleasure to get you into the deepest shit imaginable.

Give it here.

Let's see how far I can get before they track me down.

I've still got it.

Don't risk too much, Alby. Just the name.

It'll take two minutes to run this through.

Red flags are rare these days.

This guy must be involved in something big.

Hmm!

I'll go. Don't let it get cold.

Polly, what is that racket?

It's in the music halls. It's all the rage.

Thought it might liven the congregation up a bit.

Or give them a heart attack.

I'm here to pick up some bits.

I'll just fetch him, okay?

Oh, thanks.

Alfred, you didn't tell us you were expecting company.

I was just informing your wife that I'm here to pick up some evidence

from the Longharvest murder.

She kindly invited me in whilst you finished your breakfast.

Alfred?

Charlotte, this man has no business in this house.

He's a journalist.

How dare you think that you can just waltz into my house?

What'll you do? Will you arrest me again?

What do you want?

My studio has been ransacked by police.

My photographs destroyed.

You have the only remaining copy of the photograph of the murder suspect.

Since you intend to do nothing with it...

I would like it back.

I will tell no one you gave it to me.

The murderer is out there.

That photograph is all we have of him. Without it, he wins.

Show some guts, man.

Where is it?

Only ashes remain.

Then we have nothing further to discuss.

My apologies to your wife for the deception.

But come on. Andrew.

But you know how much shit you're in.

I just hope for your sake that your wife doesn't crack first.

You know from Elias' file it's easy to make assumptions.

I was wondering why you'd want to adopt a kid like that.

I watched one of his social worker tapes.

He's telling them about his re-occurring nightmare.

Where he's holding a little boy

that he has to kill.

He ever tell you about that one?

It's the sort you never forget.

But I saw how those thoughts tortured him.

That he wanted to get dug out from wherever he was.

Elaine.

I know you're trying to protect him.

But it's over.

There's been a murder. This is serious.

Help us find him.

Tell us where he is.

He can still have a future.

One he deserves.

Stop!

Please, stop.

Crabapple Campsite.

In Purfleet, by the river.

Please bring him in safe.

- Two minutes. - Yes.

Distance for Crabapple Campsite, Purfleet.

- It's 40 minutes away. We going now? - Great. Let's go.

- Uh, Rick, can we have the room? - Yeah.

Barber. I'm coming.

You got us this far. Hat's off. But you've done way more...

Are you seriously telling me to stay put?

No. You got Elaine on the ropes. Stay on her. Find out what else she knows.

We'll call you as soon as we find anything.

Your daughter, is her health okay?

Is yours?

We were born with this condition, Alby, but we don't have to live with it.

They can fix you.

Fix.

Fuck you!

You know what?

The grass is greener.

- And as a father now, how... - You leave my kid out of this.

- You make them live like this... - You don't exist.

I'm not okay with giving up my freedom, just so I can fucking walk!

Gabriel Defoe. Born in Sheffield, 2022.

You got what you came for. Now get out.

And I've seen the billboards, the buzzwords, the propaganda.

United, together, community, huh?

And you're the loneliest person I've ever seen in my life.

Where are you walking to, Iris?

Destination?

Home.

Home.

Just get me the fuck out of here.

- New destination incoming. - What?

Detective Maplewood,

you have been summoned.

♪ We'll meet again ♪

♪ Don't know where Don't know when ♪

♪ But I know we'll meet again Some sunny day ♪

♪ Keep smiling through ♪

♪ Just like you always do ♪

♪ 'Til the blue skies drive The dark clouds far away ♪

To Inspector Farrell, sir.

May flights of angels sing all bloody good coppers to their rest.

Farrell thought you were lower than a snake's belly.

Well, so is he now.

You know, I never wanted to believe his suspicions,

but the night he died, Farrell told me he intended to follow you.

All I know is that finding Lee Cozens' prints on the gear stick,

and that leading to his apparent suicide,

is a little too convenient for my liking.

What about you, Sergeant?

Well, frankly, sir, were Farrell's so-called suspicions of me

ever aired without calling me a kike?

As for Lee Cozens, well, he cut and raped a 14-year-old girl

and got out in about as many months.

The city's a safer place without him.

Case is closed.

So, how about we have a smoke to mark it?

Churchill's favorite brand. Not easy getting hold of these.

Chief Inspector, you'd better come quick.

There's a witness at the station. A kid.

Something to do with the body in the boot.

Come on up, dear, and tell us all about it.

You're all right? Okay.

Whiteman.

Can the child identify you?

Whiteman?

Answer me.

Yes or no?

Yes.

Police cover up murder. Biggest story of the day.

Only in The Star.

- One halfpenny. One halfpenny. - Thank you very much.

Thank you, sir. Take one.

- One halfpenny. - Thanks.

Biggest story of the day.

Biggest story of the week. Mind you, sir.

Murder on Longharvest Lane. Exclusive coverage in The Star!

Here.

One halfpenny. Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much. Police...

...cover up murder.

Only in The Star. One halfpenny.

Who is the Longharvest killer?

Hello, madam.

- Police cover up murder. Only in The Star. - No, thank you.

For you. For you, sir. Madam? One halfpenny.

Got your message.

I didn't take you as a feeding the ducks sort.

The scoop's caused quite a stir in my department and the public.

I have an honest question, off the books.

You're a journalist. And a socialist.

So do you seek merely to roast the police and further your agenda,

or do you seek justice for the Longharvest murder?

What do you think?

There are witnesses in those streets

who would trust me with their secrets more than they'd trust a police officer.

I have a better chance of getting an honest answer.

And it's justice, by the way.

If we investigate this murder,

discreetly together,

you can publish our progress in your newspaper

and give the police no choice but to reopen the investigation.

You burnt the bloody evidence.

And when you asked me for my alibi, assuring me of your discretion,

you arrested me.

What do you take me for?

Photograph of a gentleman in an alleyway.

It's hardly a lead, Ashe.

I couldn't bring myself to do it.

And I found these.

Finger markings on the gaslight in the alcove where the suspect stood.

Look for the long thin shadow.

Mm?

Beneath his right hand.

It's a cane.

And a gentleman with a cane in his right hand might perhaps imply a limp

on his left leg and...

Eh, it's as good a place to start as any.

Well?

Detective Constable Maplewood?

This way, please.

The surgeons don't fancy his chances much.

But at least he's alive for now.

Thanks to you.

Do you know who I am?

Commander Mannix.

I mean, Commander Mannix, sir.

Your superior described you as a bloodhound.

Does that get you in trouble much?

Tell me, why did you come and join us at KYAL?

I believe in your world, sir.

- What you're trying to achieve... - No.

Be honest.

I wanted...

to walk.

It's our scars that define what we are.

Reminders of what we've survived.

Those who have decided to remain in the past, like your brother,

have not understood.

Why choose the vision and suffering of a unity

as if democracy was some sort of sacred ideal?

Why did you disobey orders and start investigating on your own?

I wanted to know who he is.

Your resourcefulness is impressive.

Illegal, of course.

But refreshing.

Gabriel Defoe.

Professor of Quantum Gravity Theory at Greenwich Park University.

I believe Defoe was involved in a new terror network

known as Chapel Perilous.

I want you to find them.

Why me?

Chapel Perilous want me dead.

I need someone I can trust.

A bloodhound.

I'd be honored, sir.

If you find yourself in danger...

act accordingly.

I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Detective.

Know you are loved.

- Have they found him yet? - They're just at the campsite.

...the credit crunch. 89.5 billion pound sterling will...

15th of September 2008,

the credit crunch...

- What is this? - ...89.5 billion pound sterling...

It's your turn with Elias, now.

Promise me.

You'll let him know he is loved.

Why do you say that?

I just can't anymore.

- What's going on? - What...

Who the fuck are you?

- Eighty-nine point five billion pound... - I'm the manager.

15th September 2008.

The credit crunch. 89.5 billion pound sterling...

You know,

even I started to doubt what we were doing.

I was worried we were going mad.

Until yesterday, when you walked into our house,

just like they said you would be.

Who?

I want to offer you

my heartfelt thanks

for what you are about to do for Elias.

And my deepest condolences for Jawad's sacrifice.

- How do you know my kid's name? - Let him know...

- What do you mean, sacrifice? - ...he will be loved.

- How the fuck do you even know his name? - I can see it in you. I can feel it.

You're going to be so important to Elias,

and you have no idea, do you?

They should be there by now, shouldn't they?

- Has it happened yet? - Has what happened yet?

Oh!

I've said too much, haven't I?

The... Shh.

I think so.

I think I have.

Shh.

Help!

Barber. Tell me you've got him.

Elias isn't in the campervan. Manager says he's never seen him.

It was Elaine who hired the pitch.

Elaine's lost it.

- She just bit her own fucking tongue off. - She what?

Morley's a cop. He knew we'd work it out. He wanted us to get there.

- You're not in the campervan, are you? - No. Rick is.

It's a trap.

Get him out of there!

...15th of September 2008, the credit crunch.

89.5 billion pound sterling will...

15th of September 2008...

- Rick, get out of the campervan! - Are you hearing this?

Some spooky old guy on a record.

Now!

You have arrived, Greenwich Park University.

Faculty of Physics, specializing in quantum building.

Head of Department Professor Gabriel Defoe.

Directive Research, Colin Chapsworth.

- Senior Research fellow... - Hi.

Hope no one's in any trouble, officer.

I need to speak to your Head of Faculty.

- Professor McCabe? - May I help you?

Yeah.

One of your lecturers,

Professor Defoe, was found shot in Whitechapel the day before last.

My God.

Is he alive?

Professor, if... if we could go somewhere quieter to...

Is this a joke?

I wish!

Some idiot pulls out in front of me.

The driver's fine.

The bike isn't.

And I end up needing bloody stitches. How's your morning?

Hands up! Now!

- Whoa! Me? I haven't done anything. - Shut up! Hands where I can see them.

This you?

Yes.

You got a twin or something?

No.

I'm bringing you in for questioning about an attempted murder.

Murder?

Whose?

Yours.