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We would like to
appeal to anyone

that might've been in the Rowntree
Park area on Tuesday afternoon.

If you think you might have
seen or heard anything,

anything at all,
please get in contact.

Call the helpline.

It's completely confidential.

- What's this?
- It's your mum, okay?

She wanted to see the thing.

Everybody deserves to
feel safe and secure...

- Hi.
- Hi.

- This could've been your family.
- It's not the same on my telly.

This could've been your
child. There is no excuse...

- I thought you hated the police.
- I love my daughter.

That's good to know.

In any community.

- Thank you, DS Lenker.
- I used to watch all her school plays.

- Mum in plays?
- Well, you know, assembly.

So embarrassing. What was
she like? Was she good?

Oh, well, she was
very clear. Very loud.

- You had to stand well back.
- Oh, mum.

Oh, for God's sake.
Oh, for God's sake.

Isaac grew up in that park.
You know, he loved that park.

Every day coming back from school,
he'd be tugging at me hand, you know.

"Please, Mum. Just five
minutes. Just five minutes."

So, Nana Mo, what's your
beef with the police?

- Yeah, he was...
- It's not my...

- Thank you so much.
- Well, what do you call it...

- It's your granddad.
- We appreciate you taking time...

They hounded him every day of
his adult life if you must know.

Just for the... You know...
Just for the fun of it.

- Mum.
- What? He has a right to know.

- Not today.
- Oh, for God's sake.

Why don't I run
you home? Come on.

You know, the thing about dad, he
didn't go on and on and on about it.

No, he didn't, did he?

He'd sit there putting up
with it, not making a fuss.

It made me so mad.

Why you had to run
off and join that lot,

- I will never ever comprehend.
- I was trying...

You think you can change them.
You think you can change them.

You can't change a bloody thing.

I can confirm that an
individual has been arrested,

and I would class this as
a significant breakthrough.

We're working hand in hand
with community leaders,

but it is a... An ongoing
operation as we speak.

Thank you. As you know, Isaac
remains in a critical condition.

He is receiving
excellent care...

Jason.

We've got eyewitness testimony
of you carrying the weapon.

We've got CCTV footage of you
discarding the said firearm.

What I want to know is, how did
it come into your possession?

Did somebody give it to you?

Yeah, he got shot, innit?

Jason, I'd like to suggest you use your right to...
Jason, I'd like to suggest you use your right to...

The yute got wigged on accident.

Now, man never meant for him
to get caught up in all that.

Just meant to scare the opps.

So, you were in a dispute
with a rival gang?

And if I could go back
and change shit, then...

So, you are admitting to the
shooting of Isaac Whitlow?

Yeah.

Yeah, I am.

Okay, gather round.

So I spoke to the lab.

Isaac's bullet is a match
with Jason's firearm.

All right, so what's our move?

Well...

Not you.

June.

- Did you review the interview tape?
- Yes.

And?

I think ballistics
plus the confession...

We'll get onto CPS,
charge the suspect.

Okay.

You buy it? The confession?

Yeah. I mean, I was
convinced, yeah.

Yeah, but he didn't need to
confess. He just gave it up, easy.

He's 17. He's a kid.

Yeah, arrested how many times?

- Seven.
- Seven.

Seven times.

But not for attempted murder.

He was as calm as you like. He
ran circles around his brief.

Well, maybe he's
thinking cooperate now...

Get in early. Guilty plea.
Go for a softer sentence.

Yeah.

You bet your life on that?

It's objectively
a fair assumption.

Objectively?

I see what you're saying.

I mean, confession, it's
a silver bullet, right?

That's the gold standard.

The jury, they won't think
twice. That boy's done.

Eighteen, 20 years gone.
You're okay with that?

Yes.

Yeah.

Physical evidence, the weapon.

It was his weapon.

Jason Reeve is a
member of a gang.

I mean, you shoot
a kid in the park,

who in their right mind hangs
onto the fucking weapon?

Well, he did, evidently.

Fine.

He had the gun.
He had the gun.

But did he fire it, or was he
holding onto it for a friend?

I mean, he's belting up
Cannon Road, fleeing arrest.

He finds time to
make a phone call,

34 seconds to an unregistered
number no longer in service.

You gotta ask yourself,
"Who is he calling?"

Who's he calling?

Do you know what I see?

I see a kid, 17 years old,

bribed and threatened
into following orders.

See you next week.

Hello?

I saw her. I know that woman.

What makes you think the person in
the flyer is the same person you met?

Here. Rio Grande, up
in the north country.

Did she say what
she did for work?

- A cleaner, I think.
- Do you know whereabouts?

No. But she liked it,
bettering her English.

Then her boyfriend
told her to give it up.

Boyfriend?

Some Englishman. She moved
in with him and after that...

- She stopped coming.
- Right.

Do you know what her
name was, Mrs. Odinaka?

Carlita? Carla? Carla.
Carlita? Carla? Carla.

And you're sure this
is the same woman?

Okay, well...

We had a barbecue here
last summer. And...

Here. Here she is. At the back.

Hello. You're through
to the inquiry team.

Hi. I'm calling about the
shooting in Rowntree Park.

You know, the one that was on the
TV, that they were talking about?

- I saw them shoot that poor kid.
- Okay.

How many assailants did you see?

Two.

One was a Black
lad. He was driving.

But the other one, the one that shot him, he was a white guy.
But the other one, the one that shot him, he was a white guy.

We've had a call
on the helpline.

- Jed.
- Sir?

Your turn on the
dentist's chair. Come on.

Okay.

We know you didn't fire the gun.

But you tell me who did fire
the gun, we'll keep you safe.

Are you deaf? I said
I shot him, didn't I?

We have an eyewitness.

Like, these men...

they're ruthless, innit?

Like, came out of nowhere, started
sending down orders, plugging us.

Like, they wanna run ends,
and they don't want no rivals.

So, this is about turf?

Come on. The word gets out that
we're still looking for the shooter,

rightly or not, they're gonna
leave the blame at your door

or your family's door.

The witness gave us a
partial description.

What is he? Armenian?

Albanian?

Turkish?

Turkish.

Living locally?

Yeah, so we're just making
inquiries into an incident

that occurred
Wednesday the 28th?

Looking for a man of
Turkish descent. Thank you.

Hi, sir. This is just about
the incident in the park

with the little
boy that happened.

Any information at
all would really help.

- Hi. Yeah, do you...
- What is it?

Hello, sir. This is just about the
incident that happened in the park.

We're trying to find a boy.
He may be of Turkish descent.

No. What's going on?

- Why are you here?
- I'm here to help.

Always the police come here.

We're just here collecting as
much information as we can.

You always come here.

- You harass us. Why?
- Step back. No, we're not.

We're not attacking you. I'm
gonna need you to just calm down.

Over here, please.

- Relax. Move away.
- Hey!

If you have any questions,
please do let us know, okay?

Thank you for your cooperation.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- Sure?
- Yeah.

Do you remember Dan
McCabe out in Eltham?

Now, he put in 17
years of service.

And they've gone and sacked
him, all because of a couple of,

I don't know, lively messages.

Look, Kim, this is totally irrelevant.
I've got other things to do.

I don't need to be
talking about fucking Dan

in fucking Wrexham
or wherever it was.

I tell you what, I'm
counting the days, mate.

World's gone mad.

Kim, I'm waiting for
a phone call here.

And what about all that bollocks
at the press conference?

With your pal, Meghan Markle.

- Who?
- June Lenker.

Look, I get it. I do. She fits
the optics. I'm not having a go.

I told 'em that would be
her nibs Claudia Mayhew

and the bleeding heart brigade.

Listen, I need all the
help I can get, right?

But what is she doing?
What does she want?

Who cares? Who cares what she
wants? Listen, okay? This is it.

This is the world we live in.
Get used to it, all right?

And stop worrying about Errol Mathis. It's sorted.
And stop worrying about Errol Mathis. It's sorted.

Ancient history.
Get off my back.

I was having a fucking
rare good day until now.

You lot always come to me whenever
anything happens around here,

like I'm the voice of
the streets or something.

Okay, Hasad. How many
times you been arrested?

That's not the point.

All I'm saying is, just please
call me if you do hear anything.

Please. The kid's nine
years old. Shot in the head.

I'm not taking that. I'm not taking it.
Look, I don't know shit about no shooting.

And you lot are wasting your
time with this anyway, man.

Some pricks in Downing
Street who need arresting.

Okay, how about I
take your number?

Just in case I ever need
a voice of the streets.

All right.

Okay. "Hasad"?

First fed to spell
my name right.

Sorry?

Well, they usually
spell it with two S's.

They're not wrong, but two S's
ain't how you spell my name.

Turkish names trip
people up a lot.

Yeah. Thanks.

- Hi.
- Water?

Yeah, thanks. That
would be great.

Listen, Errol's alibi, the
guy at the barbershop...

- Mustafa Demir?
- Yeah.

Yeah, it's all up here filed
away under "kill me now."

- Are you sure he went back to Turkey?
- Yeah.

- What, you confirmed that?
- Yes. Jesus.

I spoke to his old boss,
checked his last known address,

trawled the Internet,
la, la, la. Why?

This is gonna sound wild,
but just go with me here.

Turkish names, they trip people up.
Turkish names, they trip people up.

Trip people up how?

I just googled the name Mustafa.

You can spell it, like,
seven different ways.

Okay?

So, what if the officer wrote down
his name with the wrong spelling?

What if we've been looking
for the wrong Mustafa?

Here. Yours for a tenner.
What do you reckon?

Yeah. Whatever.

Listen, I can come with you.

No, I've got this.

Hey.

Look, I know this is
a big day for you.

You're all right, tough guy.

Happy birthday, Mum.

She was a young girl
when she had you.

I remember when Errol first brought your mum round.
I remember when Errol first brought your mum round.

You came too, so shy and skinny.

I knew I had to fatten you up
with my bammy and escovitch.

Yeah. Them Scotch
bonnets were spicy.

But your mum could take it.

Yeah.

She'd be so proud.
Yeah, she would.

To see you now doing so well,

looking so tall and handsome.

No thanks to me.

- I know I let you down.
- It's okay.

We tried, love. We tried
for adoption but...

It doesn't matter.

I couldn't turn my
back on Errol...

stop all contact.

'Cause that's what
they said. Look.

I'm sorry. You do see that, don't you?
I'm sorry. You do see that, don't you?

Yeah.

Still.

You know, I shouldn't say,

but things are finally moving
forward in that department.

What? What do you mean?

There's a lady we're looking
for, someone called Carla.

Yeah?

She's got new information.

Information?

- What information?
- Don't you worry.

But I tell you, we're
getting Errol home soon.

So, this is them.

A bit "My Little Pony."

Go in, walk tall. No
one's gonna laugh.

Hey, fuck off, man!

Hey, fuck off...

What?

Patrick.

He likes you.

Yeah. I'm good with dogs.

Right, come on. Sit down.

Over here. Over here.

Hey.

Try that on your eye.

Head back.

Thanks.

So, how's the other guy look?

The other guy? Come
on. Worse, of course.

- Work okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, it's fine.

It was just some
guy at my lodgings.

Anything I can do?

Uh-uh.

Thanks.

So, what's up?

Feels like it never goes away.

What happened? Was somebody
bothering you about your mum?

Who was it?

A police officer?

No. What do you mean?

Doris. What fresh hell is
she cooking up for you now?

I don't know.

Some woman they're looking
for who's got information.

Yeah, I know about that. That's nothing.
That's the wrong end of the stick.

Who is she?

Nobody.

You okay?

Yeah.

Do you want me to walk
you back through it?

Yeah.

Okay.

We entered the flat. A
neighbor had called 999.

They'd had a big fight.

Errol and your mum,
shouting and... screaming.

I saw your mum...
in the kitchen.

Do you remember
the car accident?

No.

Right. Well, you were in
bad shape with your legs.

Errol was...

Errol, he was okay.

He had blood on him. But
it was her blood. Okay?

Not his. Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Yeah.

What are we doing, Mostapha?

Yeah. My VIP, he decides.

Okay.

Right. Do you wanna carry on?

Yeah.

They'd been having
some trouble at home.

Money, job, you know.
People lose their rag.

Well, you know that, right?

But Errol, he denied
it, of course.

Blocked it out.

He even had an alibi.

Oh, yeah.

But we found the man.

We traced him. We talked to him. And he said no.
We traced him. We talked to him. And he said no.

Errol... He never saw Errol.

This is it. I'm in London.

- You're living the dream.
- Yes, my friend. Life is good.

He just made it up, you see?

The neighbors, the fight,
the blood, the postmortem.

I don't... You don't
need to know any of that.

In the end, it was overwhelming.
The fight just went out of him.

He confessed.

He confessed all of
it, the whole thing.

And, you know people,

they can say whatever they
like, but I was there.

Those are the facts.

God, I had a job finding you.

Your old boss seemed to think
that you'd moved to Istanbul.

Got some questions about an old case
from a few years back. Errol Mathis?

Apparently, you were
unable to provide an alibi.

Errol claimed that at the time
his girlfriend was murdered,

he was actually in your
barbershop inquiring about work.

People used to come
in all the time.

So someone did come in, then?

Look, I don't want no trouble.

Yeah, sure.

It's just there's a man sat in jail
for a crime I don't think he committed.

So, were you lying?
Were you threatened?

Mostapha, something
you wanna tell me?

It was...

The police asked me to identify him from the pictures.
The police asked me to identify him from the pictures.

Yeah, and?

- The pictures?
- The faces.

To me they all look the same.

I'm not racist. I swear.

You couldn't tell them apart.

They showed you a load of Black
faces. You picked the wrong man.

You know, when I saw him
on TV... When I saw Errol,

I thought, "Was that him?
Was that the man I saw?"

So why didn't you go back,
say you made a mistake?

Come on. You know the detectives
down in Hackney Downs.

Coppers with friends in
these far-right groups.

Fascist people, combat league.

- Yeah, but you could've...
- Listen.

People see, people talk.

I didn't want no trouble.

Okay.

You know, I think about it every day...
You know, I think about it every day...

what I did.

Stupid.

Tell him...

I'm so sorry for everything.

Yeah.

And you're sure
he's our Mostapha?

- He didn't deny it.
- Unbelievable.

I think he was relieved, on some
level, to finally get it off his chest.

Do you think he'd be willing
to revise his statement?

Confirm it was Errol he saw?

I don't know. Maybe? But,
Sonya, come on. Tell me.

Twelve years down the line,

is that really gonna move the
needle with an appeals panel?

Listen though, you know, a
man just looked me in the eye

and told me that he doesn't think
that Errol was there in that flat.

He's innocent, yeah? So...
He's innocent, yeah? So...

Wait a minute. That's my car.

That's my car!

Fuck.

Fuck.

You okay?

How long is he gonna be here?

24-7, to make sure you
finish your homework.

Hilarious.

Not a word to Nana Mo though, okay? You know what she's like.
Not a word to Nana Mo though, okay? You know what she's like.

Still, I mean, 24-hour
protection's pretty cool.

No, it's ridiculous actually.
It's a total waste of money.

Oh, my God.

Don't move. Both of you.

Don't stress. Just...

You didn't have to come.

I'm sorry about all this,
but it was my decision.

Well, we don't need it.

If there's someone out there
making targeted threats,

trying to warn you off of, you
know, going after Isaac's shooter,

God forbid they get a
hold of your address.

My fault. I should never have
put you in front of the cameras.

We're gonna have to stand you
down from the investigation.

Why?

There's been some
activity online.

Some act... What?

Gang stuff. Showing off what
they'll do next, you know?

We're trying to get it taken down
but it's not a walk in the park.

It's pretty standard fare.
Just don't look, all right?

It's nothing to worry about.

Okay. Thanks.

You got it?

You can maybe start...

Flip the camera. Flip it.

Yeah, man. Yeah, we're out here.
Yeah, man. Yeah, we're out here.

- Hurry up.
- Back up.

Fuck the feds. Fuck the feds.

Don't ever mess with us again.

I wanna help you, Jason.

I wanna protect you.

Will you let me do that?

Just give me the name.

- Sir?
- June.

Can you give us a shout as
soon as you get in, please?

It's a matter of some
urgency, I'm afraid.

Look, is this about the log
sheets? Because I filled them in.

That's still under review.

But I do have a
duty to inform you

that a new complaint has
been made against you.

Sorry, what?

It's an allegation of
workplace bullying.

June.

June. I know, it's
a lot to take in.

Yeah, I'm not gonna
argue with that.

I've got to be fair
to all parties.

- What parties?
- You know I can't get into that.

Right.

Right. Sorry, sir. It's just
another thing, you know?

I know.

You know, he had me taken off the
investigation. Do you know that?

"He" being?

Yes, I'm aware.

My car, torched.

- I know. And we are all here for you.
- I mean, you've got to admit...

What?

Well, it's a bit
convenient, isn't it?

June.

Sir, how did that guy
know where I was parked?

I know how this sounds. I
know this sounds a bit mad.

- But our vehicles, they're all tracked.
- Oh, for crying out loud.

Hegarty makes a call.
He pulls in a favor.

- Come on. - And then now, today, I'm a bully?
- Come on. - And then now, today, I'm a bully?

I mean, come on.
You've got to admit

- the timing is perfect.
- Stop.

June.

Tell me something. Have you ever
heard of a man named Amit Çeker?

No? Twenty-eight years
old, Turkish descent.

Well, back here on planet Earth,

as of, I don't know,
about two hours ago,

a man of that name was picked up on
suspicion of the shooting of your victim.

Your lad, Isaac Whitlow.

Yeah. Hegarty was fed a name.

The team worked literally
through the night.

Model policing. Tracing the fellow to
a trap house off the old Kemp Road.

And is it him? The shooter.

Yeah.

Well, how do they know?

It's all there.

Physical evidence,
sworn testimony.

Lawyer's trying to cut a deal,
but Hegarty's having none of it

'cause he's pushing
for attempted murder.

Good.

Good. Good.

Jenny, Isaac's mum, she'll be...

Wish I'd been there.

I know.

Look, take a steer from
your old boss. Let it go.

Because despite appearances,
Dan is one of the good ones.

And not without a friend or two.

So there's that.

Hey. We had some
leftovers at work, so...

- What, you made this?
- Yeah.

- Listen...
- It's lasagna.

To say thank you or whatever.

Patrick, you can't keep
showing up like this.

Listen, you can't, okay?

Yeah.

Hey.

This is my daughter, Lisa.

Patrick.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Why don't we see if we can try and
get you out of those lodgings, yeah?

- Lisa.
- One second.

Look. It was me.

What?

I never said you
were bullying me.

I never used that word.
But I had Roy all over me.

Blah, blah, blah, "Did you
give her the path report?"

- The path report.
- Yes.

For Maria De Souza.
Clive Silcox case.

But they were all over me
for leaking it, and I was...

I was trying to explain.

I mean, let's be honest here, you were pretty demanding.
I mean, let's be honest here, you were pretty demanding.

Yeah, but I didn't bully
you. I mean, Jesus, Chloe.

I'm sorry.

But listen, if Roy's
gone all nuclear and...

And escalated everything, that's
on him. That's... It's not me.

- No. I trusted you. I mean, what the fuck?
- It's...

What? Sorry, what's that?

We're not all as Teflon as you.

- What?
- You and your new friends.

- Greasing the ladder.
- I'm sorry. I...

No, no, no, you know damn
well. That press conference?

I get it, I do. Black,
yeah, but not too Black.

- What?
- Yeah, not too threatening.

- Fuck you, seriously.
- I mean, fair play. I couldn't do it.

It's like they say,
it's all a game, right?

You know, just don't expect
anyone to like you for it.

Seriously! Do you know what...

Actually, you should see what they
call you in the group chat. They s...

Just enjoy your coffee.

Hello?

Hi, June. It's Becca here,

from Moore Street Shelter.

- Sorry, are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine. How can I help?

Did you ask a colleague to call
up about someone called Carla?

Sonya.

June. What's up?

Did anyone start calling up
shelters? For our misper.

No, we were waiting for you
to send the list over. Why?

Right. Yeah, it's just I just had a
call from one of the refuges in Leyton.

They had a male police officer
call up looking for anyone

on the register that might have been
sheltered under the name of Carla.

Sorry. Someone else is
looking for Carla? Who?

Well, the officer
didn't give his name.

Which is weird in itself.
That's why they called me.

I mean, am I missing something?

Did you tell anyone we
were looking for her?

No.

Well, somebody said something.
If not us, then who? Doris?

Or one of her little helpers.

Marcia.

Joe?

Latisha?

So, Tony Gilfoyle.

He arrested you for shoplifting,
and then he dropped the charges.

In exchange for what?

- I tell him stuff.
- Stuff?

You were reporting on Doris?
Spying on the campaign?

Not spying. I just said how we
were getting on, that's all.

How long?

How long have you
been doing this for?

Eight years.

- Eight.
- But I only said good things.

I never said anything bad.

She's been so good to me.
She helped me with my kids.

I could have lost them with my
record. But she didn't judge.

She did everything to make sure
I could carry on being a mum.

Jesus Christ.

Right, so what was the agreement
with Gilfoyle? Was he paying you?

No. He got me on a
list, that's all.

- List?
- For a flat.

Okay.

Okay. So, you've told him
about Carla, obviously?

- Yeah.
- And what about me?

Did you tell him that
I was helping you out?

Yeah.

All right, you're gonna
call Doris tonight...

- No. I can't.
- And you're gonna tell her,

sick aunt, new job. Tell her the
truth. I don't care. You quit.

You stay away from her,
and you do it tonight.

What do I say to Tony?

You can say what you like.

Chances are he knows already.

Latisha. Hello, love.

Sorry. Are you busy?

No. How can I help?

Okay. Well, I wanna
talk to you about...

I'm so sorry, Doris.

Look, I'm sorry about all this, boss, okay?
Look, I'm sorry about all this, boss, okay?

I'll see you tomorrow,
all right? Ta, mate.

Okay.

The thing about Tony, all
right, the job is his life.

He's ten years into
multiple sclerosis.

I've got him on school visits
and disability protocols.

Good luck telling
that to the IOPC.

He's harmless.

Really? Harmless?

Eight years running covert
ops on a defenseless woman.

Is that normal for you?
You and your old boys.

Listen, they were
planning an appeal.

We wanted to know what they
were going with, that's it.

You have no idea of the damage.

- Damage?
- Yeah. Damage.

Let me ask you,

do your new friends know about certain
claims made on that emergency call?

No.

Well, just so I'm clear,

if I found out you shared it, any part of it, then I won't hold back.
If I found out you shared it, any part of it, then I won't hold back.

You will need every
friend that you've got.

I will fucking have you.

All good?

"Harmless." That was what
he called it. "Harmless."

It's like nobody matters.

Not people like Doris anyway.

I'm sorry, I'm j...
I'm going on and...

No, you're right. I'm just...

Okay, so what do we do? Right.

Right, I mean do you wanna blow
the whistle on these arseholes?

Because I mean, if that is what
you wanna do, then that's fine.

I'm in.

I'm serious. Right. If this is
the medicine they need, then...

We're already
under house arrest.

I mean, what else
can they do to us?

It's up to you. Make the call.

I tell you what, call that
boss lady off the telly.

The redhead. What's
her name? Claudia.

"The redhead off the
telly." Should I be worried?

Just make the call.

Okay, fine. So I make the
call. They log a complaint.

They set up an inquiry. It goes on
for months and months and months,

on and on, and then what?

You should've heard him on the phone.
Hegarty. He was nasty, but he was rattled.

Why? What is he hiding?

What exactly did they do
to that poor woman's son?

- It's Sonya. I should go.
- Okay.

I think what I'm
trying to say is...

You need to keep pushing.
You need to keep pushing.

Yeah.

Okay.

Are you sure?

Course, whatever you need.

Thank you.

So... So...

What now?

I should get that.

Hello.

Hello, can I help you?

Stop looking.

Sorry, who is this?

You don't know what
you're messing with.

Carla?

How do you know my fucking name?

Carla, where are you?

Please, stop.

I promise we can help you.

No! Just forget me.

Forget who I am. 'Cause you're gonna get me killed.
Forget who I am. 'Cause you're gonna get me killed.

No. We can keep you safe.

You don't believe me.
He's done this before.

He will do it again.

We believe you. You just
need to tell us his name.

No goddamn names!

Do you understand?
He's protegido.

Protected.

Protected?

How? Who's protecting him?

- Carla?
- Just stop.