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If I betray him, he'll come for me.

For my family.
I've just come from the station.

There is a taskforce. You're the target.

They could be on their
way to you right now for all I know.

You need to clear out the house now.

Col McHugh! I've reasonable
grounds to suspect

you may be carrying stolen
or prohibited articles.

It's just office stuff.

Some printer paper,
packs of Post-It notes.

Ugh!

You tried to set me up this morning.

You've been working against
me for a wee while now.

Ever come after me again, Lou...

Lou, what's happened? Is Owen okay?

I'll explain. Just come home.

It's the last time we
see each other, Lou.

One fucking chance.

Here, take it. I'll be all right.

I've got a spare buried
under the garden gnome.

Ugh! Me Da'll kill you!

You took the man's son, got
a hiding for it. Fair's fair.

What happened to you?

It's over, like, I don't
work for him any more.

I've shot an intruder dead
then set me house on fire.

That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

It is Monday the 13th of March.

Time is 9:41 AM.

This interview is being conducted
in room three at Leeds Shipcross,

in attendance are myself,
Detective Inspector Philip Cowper

of Leeds Organised Crime Team and...

Detective Inspector Louisa
Slack of the same unit.

Subject of the interview
is Vernon Francis Marley,

born 6th of June 1951.

- Vernon, may I call you Vernon?
- You may.

Vernon, you are being
interviewed under caution,

and as such, I will remind you,
you do not have to say anything.

But it may harm your
defence 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?

I have grasped this, yes.

Okay, I'd like to start
then by asking you to confirm

the details of a 999
call you made last night.

And if you could
describe in your own words

what happened before you made the call.

... when he takes out an
automatic pistol and points it at me.

Fearing for my life, I clock him
over the head with a wine bottle.

Don't fret, nothing good.

And he goes down, but takes me with him.

Now, neither of us is in
the first flush of youth.

I mean, this is codger on codger crime.

Must've looked like it were
happening in slow motion.

Anyway, he's still coming for me...

And at this point, you,
um, you proceed to, um...

At this point, I proceed in a
timely fashion to my kitchen drawer,

whereupon I retrieve my own shooter.

This is the illegally-owned
Smith and Wesson revolver

you acquired when a serving
police detective in the 1990s,

- is that correct?
- It is.

Should be in a museum.

I had no idea whether
it would go bang or not.

Anyway, I discharged the weapon,

firing two rounds into his chest.

Some moments after...

he ceases to be.

You didn't tell him to
stop? Or shout a warning?

As I said, he'd broken into my house.

We had a lively exchange of views,

then he pulled a gun
and tried to kill me.

So, no, I didn't shout a warning.

Mr Marley, may I remind you
you're under no obligation

to say anything to us
without a solicitor present?

I'm perfectly fine. Thank you.

In my experience, people who
waive their right to a solicitor

usually regret it.

These are serious charges, Vernon.

At your age, with your background,

do you really wanna serve time?

Mr Marley's made his position clear.

I know what I'm doing.
I was a copper half my life.

I'm still in full
possession of my faculties.

Now, the deceased,

Peter Donovan, AKA Bulgey.

- Did you know him?
- We'd had run-ins over the years.

Around '87, '88, he tried to extort me.

There was an altercation,
he came off worse,

and he never forgave me.

Why would he wait 35
years to act on a grudge?

Who knows what goes on
in the criminal mind?

Sorry, sir.

So, why did you set fire
to your house, Vernon?

Trying to cover my tracks, weren't I?

Course, soon as I'd lit it, I
realised how bloody stupid it was,

came to my senses, did the
right thing and called it in.

Well, if it was as you just told us,

an act of self-defence, why would
you need to cover it up at all?

I'd just shot a man dead. I panicked.

You were a police officer.

Even in a panic, you'd have known
the bullets in Mr Donovan's body

would've been found in the postmortem.

Like I said,

not thinking straight.

You live alone, yes?

Any visitors?

I keep meself to meself.

Any women visited the house recently?

Not that I can recall, no.

There's not much left
of your front room,

but one thing SOCOs did
find was a fragment of glass

with a scrape of nude nail polish on it.

DI Slack, would you show Mr Marley?

Oh, yeah, um...

Brasses.

- Beg pardon?
- Sorry, yeah.

Sex workers. Every now and
then I get down Holbeck,

pick up a pal for the night.

You got any names?

Oh, yeah, there's Brandi.

There's Sherry and Bacardi, she's new.

Wait a minute, Slack.

You're not Bill Slack's girl?

- I am.
- Get her out.

I don't want her here.
I won't be interviewed

by any spawn of that of that prick.

No chance.

- DI Slack is an...
- You won't get another word out of me

till you get her out the bloody room.

Now!

Go on, piss off!

It's okay, Phil.

Interview is suspended.
The time is 9:50.

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So...

what was that in the interview just now?

All you asked him about
was getting him a brief.

Oh, just ticking boxes,
Marley seemed... weird to me.

I was just... duty of care.

I spoke to DC Okoye not long ago.

She's gone on long-term sick.

Stress.

- And she's put her bloody ticket in.
- What?

What's gone on with you two?

- You used to be Batman and Robin.
- What did she say?

She no longer feels
she's making a difference.

I asked her if it was to do
with the Col McHugh cock-up.

She refused to discuss it.

Care to shed some light?

San, I'm as shocked as you are.

She didn't talk about where the
intel came from for that stop?

No.

No, I swear. Nowt.

Right, well, it's clear
to me there's something

I'm not being told, but I'll find out.

No!

Got the name.

Vernon Marley.

Ex-police, kicked out in the
'90s for being on the take.

You think this could have
anything to do with Lou?

Dirty coppers and that?

Can't think what the angle could be.

Can you?

I'm sorry, boss.

I know you two were
together a long time.

You know the funny thing about Bulge?

Hardest man I ever met.

Saved my arse plenty of times.

Never blinked an eye.

But there were so many
things that he couldn't do.

Cook, swim...

ride a bike, tie his own tie...

whistle.

Course, you need a childhood
to learn those things, you know?

Shut the door on the way in,
Curtis, I can't listen to that.

Lou, just sent you charter and
data download for Peter Donovan,

AKA Bulgey,

sent dozens and dozens of texts
to one-and-done burner phones.

_

Ibbo, is anyone chasing these up?

Just muggins here.

It's probably pointless without
knowing who they went to.

There's no specifics, there's
no names, there's no details,

the locations are pretty vague.

Should I drop it?

Yeah.

What were his name again? John Davis?

He were the same scrote
from the North Farm robbery.

One that drove a forklift at me.

Here, Phil, come on,
remind us what he said.

"Make way, Mr Blobby".

Quality, that.

Didn't he ran with
Endri Marku for a bit?

Lou, haven't you got a source
on the inside track on them?

Might give us a lead on to
where they've gone to ground.

Yeah, he's gone quiet on me, though,
think he's skipped the country.

All right, well, um, Ibbo,
can you have a look into Davis,

- where he might be?
- Yeah, sure.

Phil?

- You got a sec?
- Yeah.

How was Marley's interview?

Full confession.

Total bollocks, obviously.

We'll have to find another way to go in.

- And where is he now?
- Secure med unit, Scarborough.

We can't put him in the
mixer until his arm's sorted.

- You all right?
- Um, I need a favour.

Truth is my head's a bit...

I need to step off the
taskforce and the murder.

Can I have anything
that's not McHugh, but,

I'm gonna free you up to
concentrate on landing the big fish.

- What do you reckon?
- Sandy'll never go for that.

I can deal with Sandy.

You're more than capable
of handling it on your tod.

Well...

okay.

Great.

And, Phil...

- I know I take the piss.
- Oh, come on, only all the time.

No, I'm an arsehole, and I go too far.

- I'm sorry.
- Nah, you're all right, Lou.

Dealt with bullies all my life.
I'll catch you later.

Do you handcuff us to
the bedpost over night?

Only if you give us reason to.

And they're not the furry ones,
if that's what you're thinking.

Look at this.

Nice and peaceful.

Clean bed.

Radiators full blast.

I should've done this years ago.

Well, don't get used to it.
Once that arm's better, you'll be off.

Hey, Lou, we're heading
for a drink if you fancy it.

No, ta.

Ah, was hoping to buy a few and
get you to tell us why Esther quit.

Can't help you, I'm afraid.

Have a good one, lads.

- All right.
- All right.

- Have a good night.
- See ya later.

- Yes?
- Mrs Okoye.

I'm DI Louisa Slack.

Oh, goodness, you're her.

She's not...

She doesn't want to see you. I'm sorry.

Okay, um...

Will you give her a message?

Will you tell her
she's too good to lose.

Will you tell her...
we need people like her.

People who give a shit.

Else nothing will ever change.

Ever, ever, ever.

Will you tell her...

she's not me.

She's nothing like me.

She's worth 100 of me.

Will you tell her, if
she comes back, I'll quit.

It can't be her.

It's me.

It's all right, Mum.

I mean it, you come back, I'll walk.

I don't care what you do. I'm done.

I can't go back, knowing what I know.

You used me, you made me part of it.

You've twisted everything.

Me reporting you is still the
right thing to do, but if I do it,

nothing good happens so,

maybe it's not. I don't know any more.

Est...

Why you sitting in the dark?

- How was the group?
- Fine.

What's... what's up with him?

I think he's still
hoping that James is gonna show up.

What if he does?

Why would he?

Well, to get back at us for what I did.

Do you think he will?

Don't know.

Why were you sitting in the dark?

Esther resigned today.

Why?

Cos of me.

Is she gonna grass?

I don't think so.

That's good.

What do I do with all the guilt?

You live with it.

Simple as that?

What else can you do?

But if you wanna make
up for what you've done,

you're in the right line of work.

I'm not sure how much
longer I'll be there, Cer.

Even if Esther don't grass,

it's all gonna catch up with me.

Well, if it does...

there's other ways to be good.

I still wanna burn it.

There's almost 80 grand there.
Think of the lives that could change.

I don't know what the
right thing to do is.

Don't look at me, pal.

I think we could give it away.

We could divvy it up
into smaller amounts,

and that would look less suspicious.

Who would we give it to?

Doesn't matter, whoever needs it,
as long as we don't keep it.

Okay.

So not even to pay off your car?

Can we not make the payments?

It's 700 quid a month, Lou.

- It's what?!
- Yeah.

Okay, let's get started
before I change my mind.

- Anything else you need from us or...
- No.

- All right.
- Thank you very much.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Enjoy her.
- Thank you.

- Cheers, mate.
- Thank you.

What about a donation
to the dog shelter?

Yeah, it can be in Kiwi's name.

Listen carefully,

your client Mehmood Zada is innocent
of the crime he was convicted for.

The person who did it is
Kevin Pearson. P-e-a-r-s-o-n.

He's part of the McHugh crime
organisation with a long record

and is probably at large somewhere
in Ireland. Did you get all that?

The Scarborough secure med unit,

can't put him in the mixer
until his arm's sorted.

Col McHugh, they have
to be connected, but...

- Big nose, you know?
- Big nose?

Big...

This is DI Slack.

I put in a personal visitation
request with Vernon Marley.

One sec. Yeah, sorry, DI Slack,
the prisoner's refused the request.

Okay. No worries.

- Tree units to my...
- Can you lot stand back for me, please?

Yeah, all right, listen, we're
gonna get this cleared up,

but I need you guys to
stay there, all right?

Stay right there. Stand back for me.

Get it all recorded,
then bag them up, fast.

No forensics?

It'll be like Black Friday at the
big Tesco by the time they get here.

- What happened?
- The patrol car spotted a deal,

gave chase, the drivers lost control,
and he's ran off with gear.

- Or tried to. When was this?
- Few minutes ago.

I reckon he must be pretty close.

- We need more people down here, Ibbo.
- All right.

- Feds, go home!
- Yeah! Fucking pigs.

Oh!

What you playing at? Hop it.

Any of you see where he went?

Sorry, Miss, we're
from the blind school.

- All right, that's enough.
- Lads, don't be that cliche.

- Just a bit of help, come on.
- Are you deaf?

- Fuck off!
- Go do your job, go on!

Ta, thanks for your help.

Do you give these young men
a lot of reasons to help you?

No, probably not.

Well, then. How about you wait
until the rowdy ones get bored,

then see who's still hanging about.

Looking for a job in the
police, by any chance?

You're all right.

Police.

Look, I really don't have
the patience for a caper.

Slack, man, this aftercare
is getting next level, man.

Most of the boys in here do
not get visits from the feds.

What can I say?

I go the extra mile for my clients.

Yeah, I heard about Bulgey.

That's fucked up, man.
What happened there?

I don't know, some old grudge, we think.

What have you heard?

Nobody tells me nowt.

What's up? You must really
want something this time.

Did you look into those courses?

Oh, yeah. I'm proper teacher's pet now.

I've just started ELC.

I'm doing Art Therapy, Adult Literacy...

I'm smashing it at that one, by the way.

And, uh, yeah, the guy just
reckons I'm not actually thick.

I was bare shocked.

That's great.

What about, you know...

living clean?

Would you pass a piss test?

With flying colours, man.

Well, well done you.

But, yeah, there is something I wanted.

I actually wanted to
introduce you to someone.

Gwen?

This is Gwen. She's from the
Yorkshire Resettlement Project.

Gwen, this is Noel.

You all right, Noel?

They help sort out
prisoners when they come out.

You know, support them with a
job, a place, whatever they need.

Start planning for your future.

A job?

Slack, I have got a boss, remember?

Noel...

Col cannot define who you
are or what you want to be.

I can send some stuff
to you, about what we do.

Yeah. No offence, but, do I
look like a charity case to you?

No, you don't.

What we're saying is, you're gonna
have options when you come out.

Plenty of them, I promise.

Your life ain't defined by this.

Have you got a son, yeah?

Yeah, why?

Did you mess him up, or summat?

Does he hate you?

Why would you say that?

Cos you're in here
trying to play Mum to me.

I guess I'll see you later then.

Ta, Gwen.

Sorry to waste your time.

You didn't. He's reachable.

Uh-oh.

- Me and you...
- Mm-hm?

We're going out-out.

Are we?

Whatever it is, I hope you sort it.

Can we afford this?

Why does it taste so much
better when you don't know

how you're gonna pay for it?

Cos it's a treat again.

Did I look like I needed one?

Don't worry. If it's too
expensive, we'll just leg it.

I'm sorry.

What for?

I pushed you into this life.

- You never asked for it...
- Stop.

I've been thinking about this.

Yes.

You heard the grinding
noise in me heard.

Yes, you can see the
smoke coming out me ears.

You dazzle me.

You always have.

You've run rings round me forever.

Everyone knows that.

You could make me put
me foot in a blender.

But unfortunately, I'm a grown-up,

so none of that lets me off the hook.

You're right, I never
wanted any of this.

But I wanted you.

How is he?

This is the third day in a row.

What's he doing?

Boss.

Curtis.

Everything... all right?

Not really, no.

This corner of the field

always gets waterlogged
every time it rains.

I tried spiking it,
but that's done sod all.

Now the internet tells me that I need

to turn the soil with sand, you know.

Does that look flat to you?

The old copper who shot Bulge,

he's been moved into a proper nick.

What do you want to happen?

We can't let this one go.

You handle it.

I'll back your call, whatever it is.

But I've got this shit to sort.

Col...

Bulgey's gone.

We don't have Slack
looking out for us any more.

We need a plan.

Or, if you like, I could take
care of things for a while.

Just as long as you're sorting...

this kind of thing.

Yeah. Sounds good.

Thanks.

What did he say?

Nothing for you to worry about.

We're all good.

Wait, Curtis!

Come on, wipe your feet!

You all right?

I don't recall booking an
appointment with the hygienist.

This from Col McHugh?

You sure you're up for this, lad?

You and me,

we can go to the screws right now,

tell them you're being
coerced to commit a crime.

You'll be in a different
nick by tomorrow.

Then it'll be both of us...

or me mum.

Yeah, aye, well.

Do us a favour then, eh?

Don't balls it up.

Help! Help!

Argh! Argh! Oh!

Ugh! Uh!

Argh!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You're all right.

Ugh, uh...

Oh, ugh.

Argh!

Ugh, ugh!

Don't you move, Wilkes!

Control from Bravo
three, urgent message.

Units on the way. Do not approach.

Ma'am!

Vernon Marley just
got shanked in Oakdale.

He were gone before even
the medics got his cell.

- Kid knew what he was doing.
- Shit!

- What kid?
- Noel Wilkes.

Twat with a gun you
talked down, remember?

He's with Col McHugh.

It all fits.

Right, clear the meeting
room. Taskforce, ten minutes.

Yes, ma'am.

So maybe you're right.
Maybe there's no way out.

No free way out, no.

I'm sorry about this,

but the gentleman's effects
still haven't been claimed.

The local authority should
have sorted it, but, um...

Uh, okay, I'll take 'em.

- Ta.
- Ta.

- Louisa?
- Hi, Mum.

- You all right?
- What's wrong?

Nothing. I'm fine.

Am I gonna be the first person
in 50 years to come to your door

and not be offered tea and gata?

How are you? How is everything?

The church, your friends?

All fine.

Why now, Louisa?

You never do things without a reason.

Um...

I wanted to thank you for
being so good with Owen.

Coming to the hospital,
bringing him things.

The night Owen got ill...

I asked Ceri to come out with me.

And he said no, he stayed home.

But if he hadn't...

When you were a little girl,

whenever you were sick,

I used to blame myself.

Every mother does.

He adores you.

Why would he not? I'm his grandmother.

I adore him.

He's a ridiculous boy, but...

How have you always got
this many ready to go?

People from the church come.

I can't give them nothing.

You never used to like my sweets.

Mmm, I never used to eat them.

Don't mean I didn't like them.

Hold on.

You haven't commented on how
I'm too thin or too fat yet.

And you haven't blasphemed.

I've been thinking a
lot about Dad recently.

I feel like maybe I was... too
young to get to know him properly.

He could do no wrong in your eyes.

Yeah, but I think if
he'd lived longer...

I would've started to see some stuff.

Perhaps.

Was he good at his job?

It was very important to him
that everybody thought so.

- Can I ask you a question?
- Mm?

And I'm not taking the
piss, the mickey, I swear.

- Do you think Dad's in heaven?
- Of course.

Well, he didn't believe.

He had good in him. He loved you.

And God has a father's heart.

Is anyone beyond saving?

No.

Said his headache's better.

Oh, good.

Come here for a sec.

- Eh?
- Come here.

Do you remember that bloke that was
shot in Seacroft a few weeks ago?

I heard something. Why?

Why didn't you say?

Wanna know who did it?

Vernon was the one helping me
figure out what to do about Col.

I was there.

Bulgey tried to kill me.

Vernon saved me.

Vernon was killed in prison last week.

Do you remember that lad that
I pinched? One of Col's, Noel?

Col had him do it.

Retaliation.

And I went to Vernon's funeral today.

So I know everything we said,

and everything we agreed,

but all of this is because of me.

So I have to stop him for good.

I'll take Owen to me Mum and Dad's.
We'll leave in the morning.

What shall I tell him?

Part of the truth.

Not all of it.

I'll just... I'll tell
him this trip's open-ended,

but can you go and talk to him, now?

Don't tell him anything
that'll put him at risk, just,

you know, find a way.

- Okay.
- You're good with words.

This isn't wise.

Neither is you answering.

What do you want?

I know you said we'd
never see each other again,

and if that is the case, there's
something I need to give ya.

What is it?

I can't say on the phone.

- Right, I'll send a runner.
- No.

I need to give it to you myself.

- It comes with an explanation.
- Okay, I'm hanging up.

Wait.

Aoife left a note.

Wh-What?

When I found her, I told you
there wasn't anything, but...

I just... that was a lie.

I just didn't want you to read it.

But I had no right.

So if we really are finished,
then... you should have it.

You've still got it?

Right here in my hand.

All right. I'll meet you.

Just... just me and you, yeah?

Our place.

Tonight.

Fine. Give me an hour.

That'll do.

Oh.

Vernon Marley was me friend.

He was helping me.

Why else would Bulgey have been there?

He followed me to do me in.

Vernon shot him, to save me.

And took the rap too?

- Good friend.
- Yeah, he was.

Why'd you have to use Noel?

He could've still had a life, Col.

So, pop a hole in me and be
done with it, is that the idea?

I'm all out of ideas.

I know I have to stop you.

- Cos I'm the only one that can.
- Have to?

Is that your promise
to the big man, Lou?

It weren't to him,
Col, and you know that.

Do you think you could do it?

Well, that's the first bit.

You know, I used to think
I wouldn't be able to.

But now that we're here...

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

I'm not gonna shoot you.

I can't, you're like a brother.

Why are you here, Lou?

To beg for mercy.

So tomorrow morning, I'm gonna
go into my DCI and my Super,

and I'm gonna tell them
everything about us.

I'm going to accept any
punishment they see fit,

and I'm going to co-operate fully
in any operation they cook up

to put you away.

It may very well not
work, we both know that.

I've got no concrete on you.

But that is what I'm gonna do.

And what's the angle?

No angle, no deal.

You said if I came for you
again, all bets were off.

Well, I have come for you again.

So all I'm asking...

is that you don't hurt me family.

And the gun's for what? Is that
to show me what I would've won?

It's not a trick. Take it.

Take it.

You've got the power, Col.
You've always had the power.

But I'm just asking you...

this one thing...

please, please don't hurt me family.

You're appealing to my better nature?

Yeah. I am.

I'd like to see Aoife's note now.

- Col...
- The note.

Give it to me.

I had to make sure you'd come.

You see, I knew you were lying.

How?

Because you weren't the
first one to find her, Lou.

You weren't the first one to find her.

See, I went home that night.

After she started sending those texts.

Aoife! Aoife!

We didn't bring you into this
world for you to behave like this!

Okay! Why are your problems so
much bigger than everyone else's?!

There she was.

She left us a note.

Read it to me.

"Dear Mum and Donny,

I love you, but I'm sorry, but I'm
not meant to be here. Love, Aoife."

Go on.

"Dad, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you."

There we go.

What are you supposed to do with that?

Got in my car, and just drove.
Drove and drove and drove.

Going nowhere.

And then when I eventually
snapped out of it, I called you.

It's Aoife, it's Aoife.

She, um...

she sent a message, she's at the house.

Alone.

Can you go check on her?

Please?

Please.

I couldn't go back.

You know I couldn't.

Couldn't see her again
like that, you know?

And I didn't want
anyone to know about...

about the note.

After we buried her, I
realised, that I had no choice,

you know, I had to keep going cos

so much of it relies on
me being me, you know?

But I wasn't.

When I saw...

saw my daughter lying there, I mean...

the fire went out.

The fire went out.

But you've been expanding
and going harder, Col.

Thought the engine'd start again,
if I just kept kicking it, you know?

But it hasn't, you know. I'm gone.

I'm gone, Lou.

Can't pretend any more.

When she was little, Aoife was
my spit, you know? She was...

single-minded, fierce as fuck.

I loved that about her.

And I wanted her to be the one
to take over someday, you know?

Then she started seeing me differently.

You know, she went another way.

So what do I do? I tried to stop it.

Tried to make her into something else.

I just wouldn't let her be.

And then she started
on the gear, you know,

and I thought she was
doing that to hurt me.

You know, I mean, she hated
me, right enough, but...

she wasn't.

She wasn't doing it
to hurt me, she was...

She was just trying
to get away, you know?

She was just trying to get away.

I know who you made that promise to.

What?

Owen.

He was lying there in
the hospital, right?

He was dying, or near enough.

You promised him that...

if he just came back to you,
things'd be different, right?

You were calling him back to you.

What do we do now?

Don't know.

I look at everything I've built,

everything I've done to get it.

Big ol' pile of nothing, isn't it?

Come in with me.

What?

Come in with me tonight.

Let's go together and
tell them everything.

Jesus Christ, you're serious?

Everything we've done.

What have we got to show for it, Col?

We both want it to end.
We both know we have to pay.

There is no way out.

I know.

This is exactly what we're looking for.

Okay.

Let's go.

Let's go.

You know, in 20 years,
you ever driven me?

Not in the front.

How's the ride?

It's smooth. Not bad. Not bad at all.

Col?

Yeah?

Is this real?

Here we are.

Aye. Here we are.

Col?

Someone'll be down in a minute.

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