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Why?

Why would Joe murder his own brother?

It started when Theo Mora came to Franklin Biddle Academy.

Theo was funny, outgoing,

and it didn't hurt that he was a superb football player.

This kid could score from anywhere.

And maybe that's the problem.

How come?

He was a threat.

He was a threat to Joe.

That's true.

- Joe hated anyone who was better than him. - Correct.

Christopher?

What happened to Theo?

Please, Christopher.

It was supposed to be a prank.

What was the harm?

A little hazing. It... It happened all the time at schools like Franklin.

So, that night, we were celebrating.

It was Founders' Day, and we were pissing about.

And we grabbed some masks.

We went to his room.

Me, Joe, and Andrew.

And we jumped him.

We dragged him down to the old ruins.

You know something?

- He went along with it. - Come this way! This way!

Thus has it always been...

And then, Joe starts tying him up...

to a chair.

Theo!

I remember I... I left this one knot loose.

But... Joe came round and tightened it.

Joe had grabbed this funnel from the kitchen,

and he stuck it in Theo's mouth.

Oh!

Two other guys were there, William and Ian, and we were all laughing.

And they started pouring vodka down the funnel,

and we were all chanting, "Chug, chug, chug" and the rest...

...it's like a bad dream.

- Like it never really happened. - They kept pouring?

Theo's legs started thrashing.

He was having a seizure or something. And... Joe wanted to push it.

It was like he couldn't stop himself.

He just kept on,

despite the thrashing,

like it was still fun.

We didn't know what to do.

We all agree, then.

We never tell a soul.

Not ever.

No matter what.

I... I was scared, Maya.

I was never the same.

Nor Andrew.

So, a few weeks later, you all ended up on the yacht.

The same five people.

What happened, Christopher?

Andrew was there.

And what? He...

He wanted to confess?

He said... he couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Here we go, boys. Come on, drink up.

Cheers!

Another!

He was... drunk and emotional.

Guys, we have to come forward.

I don't know how much longer I can go on like this.

Joe did his... charm thing.

It's gonna be okay, Andrew. Everything's gonna be good.

Later, while we slept it off down below...

Andrew went up on deck...

to be on his own.

A few minutes later, Joe followed him up.

I heard a splash and I knew.

Oh God, I knew.

And you've never told anyone this?

- Never. - It's...

I... I'm sorry.

Why now?

Why tell me?

Because...

Joe's dead.

I finally feel safe.

♪ I can hear your voice ♪

♪ I can feel you cry ♪

♪ No matter what you do now ♪

♪ Don't dare to close your eyes ♪

♪ The end is drawing near ♪

♪ I'll tell them that you tried ♪

♪ Shed a single tear now ♪

♪ Time to say goodbye ♪

♪ Time to say goodbye ♪

Corey!

Corey?

Police!

Come out. I'm armed.

Corey?

Is that you?

Who's there?

Corey! Police!

Stop! There's no point trying to escape!

Just stop! Corey!

Stop! Just stop!

Corey Rudzinski, I'm arresting you

on the suspicion of the conspiracy to murder Tommy Dark.

What?

I'm also arresting you for concealing a dead body

with the intention of obstructing a police...

a police investigation.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention, when questioned, something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be...

...given in evidence. Do you understand?!

Murder?

Hi.

Maya, they know.

Detective Kierce, he knows I tested the bullet for you.

How?

The same gun killed Joe and Claire. How the hell is that even possible?

- Shane, you have to trust me on this. - No, no, no.

That's all you ever say, Maya. "Trust me." And then you lie to me.

How can the same gun kill both your sister and your husband? How?

What's going on, Maya? Why do you keep lying to me? Why?

Shane, I need to talk to you. I'm coming to yours now.

Bye.

Maya...

We'd already lost people,

that day when the vehicle was hit by an IED.

There was no way I was gonna lose more.

We need medevac! She's bleeding out!

Whoa! Yeah, don't move!

Medic!

- Medic! - It's carnage down there!

- Move! - Ugly Five-Four?

We have vehicle on the road. Do you have eyes on? Over!

We have our hands full down here.

Yeah, we've got it, Topaz Two-Six.

On standby, awaiting the medevac. Over.

Hello, Zero. This is Ugly Five-Four.

We have a suspicious vehicle heading towards vulnerable friendly forces.

Do we have permission to engage? Over.

Unable to confirm.

Do not engage unless you have positive ID of enemy forces. Out.

So, we waited,

while I was hearing our guys pleading for their lives.

It was hard listening to that, but we did the right thing, Maya.

We waited. We followed procedure.

Procedure.

The fuel tank's blown. Everyone move!

Ugly Five-Four, you have to take out that white vehicle, please!

Vehicle moving closer! Do you have eyes on? Over.

Roger, Two-Six. Still covering you. Out.

We're running out of time. White car's getting closer!

They're sitting ducks. Do we have permission to engage?

Negative, Ugly Five-Four.

- Hold current position. - Fuck.

The delay wasn't our fault, Maya. We got confirmation.

No.

We never got confirmation.

I turned your comms off.

What? What are you talking about?

Command radioed back for us to hold off.

They didn't give us the go-ahead.

They believed that at least one person in that vehicle was a civilian.

Ugly Five-Four, help us down here!

Engage the white vehicle to the north! Over!

Running out of time. The white car's getting closer.

Captain Stern!

Captain Stern, please!

Currently unable to determine status of vehicle.

Do not engage yet. Standby for...

What's going on? My comms are on the blink.

Can you hear them? What did command say?

I made a choice.

I wasn't going to lose one of ours. Not if I could help it.

And if civilians died...

if there was collateral damage, then...

so be it.

Somebody help! Anybody!

The hell are you doing? Engage the vehicle to the north!

Do something now!

I need a tourniquet.

We need you now. Ugly Five-Four...

Cleared to engage.

Ugly Five-Four, take out the white car!

We're running out of time!

- Anybody! Help! - Captain Stern!

Ugly Five-Four!

- Do something! Now! - Captain Stern, please!

It was a horrible, horrible decision,

but we were trained to make those kinds of decisions.

I wasn't going to lose another one of our soldiers.

The flashbacks that I get...

I mean, you don't have to be a shrink to work it out.

It's every night.

Every night, I am in that helicopter,

and every night, I am trying to find a way...

just for a different outcome.

And every night, those civilians die.

Yeah.

Confirming no combatants in vehicle. Over.

I just...

I just want to go back.

And then, maybe this time, the call will come in on time, and I don't shoot.

Or I... Or I do shoot, and there are no civilians.

But I can't go back, Shane.

I... I can't.

Tommy Dark was found in his freezer with his throat slit.

It was a brutal death.

We found blood in the boot of Maya Burkett's vehicle...

...and, in interview, she admitted

it was you that took her to the rental unit

where Tommy Dark was found dead.

Well, if blood was found in Maya Burkett's car,

then why are you accusing me of murder?

Because you're both suspects.

We also have evidence to suggest that you had unauthorized access

to police systems with an intent to commit an offense

under the Computer Misuse Act 1990.

So, hey, look, look, hey, why don't we start

by you telling me why you broke into Tommy Dark's rental unit?

- No comment. - I know who you are, Corey.

How you operate. Scandal, corruption.

You like to report on things that, as you see it, are what...

...matters, the world needs to know about.

- It's not as I see it. - Ah.

It's not online hearsay.

I deal in facts.

Everything that goes on my website goes through rigorous investigation.

Yeah, "rigorous investigation" being breaking into people's property.

My client has admitted the breaking and entering, but if you...

Tommy Dark was a shipping security boss and former yacht captain.

A morality-free piece of shit paid for by the Burketts.

And the reason? No fucking idea.

Not just paid. Paid off the books for a number of years.

That... That is not normal behavior.

I told Maya

her husband's family have been covering up medical trial fixing.

It was making children poorly around the world,

and the Burketts have been using every legal tactic in the book

to make sure that information doesn't go public.

- And you think Tommy Dark was involved... - I don't know.

- Well, he's wound up dead, Corey. - Yes, but not by me.

Why would I kill him? I've got no motive.

Maybe he found out you were digging around.

- This is pointless... - No, hang on.

Why were you at his rental unit?

No comment.

Corey...

Hey.

A man's dead.

You admit breaking into his rental unit.

You... You fled the scene of a crime. You were investigating him. You...

You've been hacking him. Hey, look, look, look...

You're right in the middle of all this.

And "no comment" isn't going to swerve that.

I'd like to speak with him alone.

I still wanna talk to Izabella.

- She's been avoiding me. - She doesn't want to talk to you.

Ow! Fuck!

Maya?

Maya!

Unbelievable.

It's picture-only in the cell.

No audio.

- Can you give us two minutes? - Yes, Sarge.

Okay, look, this is, um...

This is a big story.

And if the Burketts find out that I'm onto them,

they will legal me to death,

or actually, you know, I'll find myself in an accident.

So, like a classic conspiracy theorist?

They've been falsifying data in drug trials.

Hushing it up because it doesn't fit their percentage narratives.

See, they, uh... they pride themselves on minimal side effects,

so they say that 99.6% of their patients experience mild to zero ill effects

in the first 12 months of prescription, but that's bullshit.

They're using the same technique that was used in that opioid scandal

to silence patients who have suffered severe reactions.

I've seen the real data.

And it ain't 99.6%.

Oh, and right, yeah, you, uh... you think I'm a conspiracy theorist. Sure.

Well, Maya's sister, Claire, was looking into it when she died.

When she was murdered.

And I think Claire was murdered because she was going to reveal

the truth about Lambur Pharma, which is owned by the Burketts,

and their falsified drugs trials.

So, what are you saying?

I'm saying...

that Lambur Pharma have dangerous products out there.

Some people have seen strange side effects.

Hallucinations...

Get a test. Go private.

Keep it a secret if you must. But you get a test.

Some people have attempted to commit suicide.

What do they mean, they don't know what it is?

How can it be serious if they don't know what it is?

It's serious because of what it's doing to me, these...

these blackouts.

Of course, the Burketts don't want anyone to know about it, so...

...if you want to know who killed Tommy Dark...

I'd be looking in their direction.

So, you... It's just the drugs, Nicole.

You were never really here.

Bad side effects.

And good ones, I guess.

I'm having a baby, Nicole.

I'm getting married.

You can't start cutting yourself off and not expect a reaction from me.

Yeah, I'm good, Nicole.

Talk to her, Sami.

She loves you.

- I'm sorry. - It's not your fault, Sami.

You weren't on duty when I was murdered.

I miss you.

I'll always be with you.

In here.

Go back to Molly and the baby.

Yes, you're right.

I should. It's not you, it's just...

I love you.

I have to go now.

No.

- Hello? - Eddie, it's Maya.

I'm on a new phone.

Listen, I need you to meet me.

It's important.

Hi.

What's going on?

I need to sign you up so you can pick Lily up for me.

- What's with the burner phone? - I can't explain. Okay?

- I need to go. Come on. - Maya, what is this?

Right, I need to go somewhere.

And later, I need you to come pick Lily up and take her to your house.

She loves you guys.

You can do that for me, can't you?

Yeah.

What's going on, Maya? Are you in danger?

You wanna know who killed Claire?

Then let me do what I need to do.

Great.

Well, that's it. You're all done.

Your brother-in-law has permission to pick up Lily whenever you choose.

Great. Thanks.

No worries. Anything else I can help you with?

- Can I see Lily? - Do you want me to go get her?

No, no, no. I don't want to confuse her. Can I just see her?

Sure, yeah.

Okay, thanks.

Thank you.

Thanks. Can I borrow your phone?

My phone? Why?

Well, this thing won't go online, will it?

Do you know what, Maya? Your behavior is beginning to scare me.

I'm just keeping an eye on somebody.

Thanks.

You'll never guess who showed up for his shift at the Busy Burrito.

- The biker suspect from the park. - Coach Phil Dawson's son.

Now, I've asked them to detain him until we get there.

I'll drive. You okay?

- Yeah. - I saw you, uh...

- Fine. - Okay.

I've asked PJ to wait in my office pending your arrival.

You didn't tell him you called us?

Oh, no. I made up another reason.

May I ask about the nature of your investigation?

He may have evidence which is important to the investigation of a serious crime.

Let me know if I can be of assistance.

PJ, wait!

Uh, where does that lead?

The service corridors, but there's no way out.

Is there another way up?

- Yes, there's a lift that way. - Okay.

Anything I can do?

Go back five minutes, and don't leave him alone!

Oh, come on.

PJ!

PJ!

- To get the same height... - Oi!

- He's out there. - Hey?

The lad you're chasing, he went out that way.

Oh, thanks.

PJ! Fuck.

P... PJ!

PJ, this is the police.

I'm or...

I'm ordering you to get off this roof!

- Don't come any closer! - Oh my God!

PJ, look, look. Hey, look. It's dangerous up here, isn't it?

Hey?

Uh...

Oh my God.

Why don't you come back up?

- We could talk somewhere more safe. - I can't.

Oi, oi, oi! Sit! Sit down! Sit... PJ! PJ!

- Oh, fuck. - Sit down!

Look, there's a policeman down there, all right?

So wherever you go now, we have you.

So, come on, tell me why you were running.

I don't know anything about a murder. I don't know anything.

All right, all right. Okay.

We know you were there when Joe Burkett was killed.

Yeah. Yeah, I was there when he was shot. I was with another lad.

Him and his mates go stealing phones. We... We grab handbags on motorbikes.

It was just me and him in the park that night. I heard a shout, okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

And he comes running over, running, saying our man was dead

and now we had to get out of there, so... we got on our bikes,

and we got outta there as fast as we could.

We got away so fast that I came off.

I crashed my bike. I... I was bleeding.

That's why I called my dad, yeah? But it was just for some help.

- All right. And what did you tell him? - Exactly what I just told you.

Exactly the same. He said, "Better not get involved."

So... we got rid of my bike and my phone, covered my tracks.

I didn't kill anyone.

- All right, all right... - Kierce! Are you okay?

Who... Who was the other kid?

I don't know. Just someone I kind of know. I don't know his name.

What's his name?

Rambo.

They call him Rambo.

Rambo?

Yeah. Ramsbottom. And I don't know his first name.

He's a mate of a mate.

He lives on the Marinduque estate.

His dad has some kind of blue van, some sort of cleaning company.

And does he, uh... Look, just come up.

Does he have a... Does he have a weapon,

this... this Rambo?

Uh...

Yeah, yeah, sometimes.

And is he the sort of kid that would... that would hurt someone

if asked to, if someone... Oh.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine.

That dead man in the park, right, it had nothing to do with me. I swear.

- Oh. - Whoa. Help!

Help!

Hey! Look at me!

Right, you stay there. Okay?

I'm coming up. Just stay there. Somebody, help me, please!

- Just stay up there! - I'm fine.

- Keep your eyes on me. - I'm fine. Stay there.

You stay there! Don't...

- Oh! - I'm coming up, yeah?

Just... stay there. Stop moving, okay?

Just...

Just look at me, yeah? It's going to be all right.

Just look at me.

Okay? I'm coming towards you, all right?

It's going to be okay. Yeah?

No!

Why were you up there?

God, I should've reported you.

You're not fit for work, Kierce.

No, I'm not.

You're lucky the awning broke his fall. He could have died.

You can collect your personal belongings, but then you need to leave.

You need to contact your Federation rep,

and you will be hearing from Professional Standards.

You're not allowed to leave the country. This isn't a holiday. You are suspended.

Kierce.

- Hey. - Oh, hey.

Uh...

How's PJ?

Uh, yeah, severe injuries. But he'll live.

Did PJ say anything useful? I mean, before he fell?

No.

Okay.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, about five.

Do they know? About your condition?

Are you gonna be okay?

Corey Rudzinski didn't kill Tommy Dark.

He was looking into pharma corruption.

He told me the Burkett family have been corrupting data

and minimizing side effects. It's been going on for years.

Wait, so it's the pills that's been causing it?

Okay, so if you just stop taking them, then...

Might be too late.

Well...

Take care of yourself and eat less protein.

Yes, Cap.

- I'll see you. - Yeah.

Baby!

Rambo, I've been through this, all right?

You know what it is about you, though? You don't listen.

Rambo, get off me.

No, I'm going 'cause I'm sick of you, all right?

Dunno what you're worrying about. It's one day, Chelle.

Rambo, I told my mum we'd go.

What? To watch her get pissed? No, thanks.

Why can't you just go?

- I'm gonna be gone all day. - All day?

Yes. It's an away game.

Thank you.

Yes, please?

- Can I get a Diet Coke, please? - Yeah.

Thank you.

Doors closing.

Luka!

Luka!

Don't fucking move. Hands on the wheel.

And you, hands on the dash.

- Listen... - Did I say talk?

What do you want?

Answers.

I've been looking for you ever since you pepper sprayed me in the face.

Since I showed you Joe on the nanny cam.

So, start talking, Izabella.

You've got a lot of explaining to do.

Out the car.

- What? - I said, out the fucking car.

- Maya. - Out.

Move.

Go on.

On the other side.

Stand there. There.

It's Joe's shirt.

Why do you have this?

Talk!

Talk.

You won't kill us.

You have a daughter.

You won't leave her alone to spend years in jail.

I swear to God, Izabella, I will shoot you in the fucking knee.

Talk.

Talk!

You've got three seconds.

- Three... - No.

- Two... - We deepfaked it.

The video.

How?

Luka was Joe.

- And how did you fake his face? - We got footage.

Footage?

From where?

From where?!

Your wedding video.

Oh my Go...

Why would you do this?

- Why? - Because...

Mrs. Burkett...

Judith thinks you're lying about Joe's death.

What?

She thinks you know more than you say, and she wanted you to make a mistake.

She paid us to help.

Get in the trunk.

- What? - I said, get in the trunk now!

In.

I said, get in the fucking trunk!

Okay.

You can't leave us in here!

You can't leave us!

Hey! Maya! Hey!

Maya.

Easy. Easy.

What're you doing here?

Eddie called me.

Told me where you were going. Said he was worried about you.

I think he has a right to be, you know?

Police!

Scream if you like, but you're answering my questions,

whether it's here...

...or at the police station.

The murder at Winherst Park,

I know for a fact you were there that night,

and I also know for a fact you're stealing handbags and phones.

- That's shit, man. - You know something about that murder.

- I know you do. - Bullshit!

Did someone threaten you?

- What? No! - Did someone pay you?

Are you out of your fucking mind?

- We were stealing phones. That's it. - You were there!

Right place at the right time. It's too much of a coincidence.

- Who paid you? - No one!

Who fucking paid you to kill Joe Burkett?!

- Tell me! - All right! Right, right, right, right.

No one paid me, man. I didn't kill him, all right?

But I know who did.

They set me up.

- They tried to convince me Joe was alive. - Why do that?

Because they think I'm dangerous.

Why?

Perhaps because I know that Joe wasn't the man that they pretend he was.

Meaning?

Joe and Claire were killed by the same gun.

You got me to test the bullet but wouldn't tell me how you got it.

So, if the same gun that killed your sister...

...also killed Joe, then how can that be, Maya?

There's only one way.

I killed him.

I killed Joe.