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Silent Witness
Season 18 - Episode 02

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"Sniper's Nest"
Part 2 of 2

Such a long way from the other
shootings in southwest London.

But doable.
Fair wind on the ring road,

30 minutes or so.

Given his threat,
doesn't that make schools

near the M25
especially vulnerable?

Yep.
Vulnerable and numerous.

We can't throw a net round that.

We've traced the call to another
pay phone out in the sticks.

Won't get CCTV,
might get a witness.

I'll have the phone printed
and swabbed for DNA -

that one, too.

No sign of his nest?

The shot came from
that direction -

I think it's a re-run
of Hannah Smithson.

Fired from the boot of his car?

And he's back to clean single-shot
kills. Back in control.

So maybe your theory holds good.

Maybe him - the threat to schools
- it's just to distract us

from the victim
that really counts.

- Martin Cross?
- Possibly.

His name's Alain Gontard.

He's a long distance lorry
driver from Poitiers.

This one's got to be
random or we call Interpol.

Waitress in the cafe said it
was supposed to be his week off,

had to step in for another
driver at the last minute.

I'm so sorry I'm late...

Yeah, I take that as read,
Gabby.

It's my youngest,
she doesn't like the new nanny.

You need to get your
priorities sorted out.

Some kids on dirt bikes almost
collided with a dark Volvo

on the service
road over the hill.

- We're checking for cameras now.
- Any description on the driver?

- Sorry.
- Nothing?

I was happy with "Volvo".

Save me.

I've spoken to the
Commissioner's office

and we are not going public about
the specific threat to children.

OK.
Anything else?

I can't stress this enough -

muzzle your team
around the media.

My team have got better
things to do.

Don't bet on it.

Do you agree with that?

Not going public about
the threat to kids?

"Close all the schools".
It's not a demand

he can expect us to meet.

Well, tell that to the parents
of the first child he kills

when it gets out he also said
"tell the public".

Schools start at nine o'clock,

it's going home time
we need to worry about.

And break time.
And lunch hour. And games.

Sorry, Ma'am, I'm just giving you
a parent's perspective on this.

Is this bastard invisible
or what?

Last night, you told me
he was unravelling.

The disorganisation of the
fifth shooting suggested that -

- now it looks like a blip.
- A blip?

The pathology suggests
the Martin Cross shooting

might've been personal.

And the corollary of that
is that the sniper

is now trying to hide
the body in the bodies.

Oi, get off!

We're going to handle
the press, Jane.

What?

You need to focus
on the investigation -

- I've got this.
- Hold on. Hold on.

This is my case.

I'm freeing you up, Jane.

Six people are dead
and you don't even have a suspect.

The investigation's being
characterised as reactive

and we're struggling
to challenge that view.

What about the threat to schools?

It stays under wraps.
Impress that on your team.

Are you sure it's the right move?

We can't keep every kid in London
at home under lock and key.

Oh, come on, if we had kids,
that's exactly where they'd be.

Sorry, I really wasn't trying to
tug on your heart strings there.

We really think you need
to focus back on Martin Cross.

We just canvassed his entire street.

Neighbours haven't got a bad thing
to say about him.

Did the barbecue at the annual
street party, blah blah blah.

These the same neighbours
who DIDN'T report

- his domestic violence?
- OK, we can't prove that.

But we pulled hospital records
for Sheila Cross.

Way more falls than a supposedly

healthy 41-year-old
should typically sustain.

And her son Craig
broke his arm last Christmas

supposedly falling off his bike.

Look, Martin Cross may have been
the most abusive husband and father

in history -
I still don't have a suspect!

Look, Sheila Cross is a recluse.
OK?

She's got no brothers, no sisters,

no close friends to speak of,
no secret lover.

No obvious candidate that would
shed blood in her name.

Then we need to look closer.

We're taking the surveillance
off her house.

- What?!
- We have to.

It's all hands on deck
until school's out.

You can't possibly begin
to cover every school in London...

No, best we can do is a shortlist
based on a geographic profile.

OK, we know someone
who can help there.

Thank you.

Thanks for letting me
come round, Mrs. Cross.

Why do you need to get in there?

Martin synched
his phone to a laptop,

but it's not in his
office at school

- and it wasn't in his bag.
- Right.

So...
I thought it might be in here.

Where did Martin
put these smoke alarms?

All over the house.

Do you know why he chose a model
with an in-built camera?

Nope.

What are you looking for?

Sheila, I can't imagine what
you're going through,

but I need your help.

My help...?

I need to know why you were admitted
to Malden General Hospital

12 times in the last five years.

I need to know
about the real Martin.

He was a wonderful husband...

I'm sure he was.
Sometimes.

It's the other times
I'm talking about.

The news says this man's
killing people at random.

- It was just bad luck.
- I don't think so.

Martin was a bully,
wasn't he?

And bullies make enemies.

Was there...

Was there another
teacher at school he fell out with?

Or harmed in some way?

He wasn't like that
with anyone else.

Just me.

What about Craig?

Last Christmas,
Martin was passed over

for Head of Sport
and Craig broke his arm.

- Were those two things related?
- Craig fell off his bike.

When it was just you,

you could find a way
to grin and bear it.

But with Craig...

your own son,
your baby...

I understand.
I do.

Your fear was so deep-rooted,
you couldn't call the police,

but you must've
turned to someone.

You want to know who I turned to?

A bottle of whisky.

One a night until his cast came off.

It was easier then -

I didn't have a
big hunk of plaster

reminding me what
a useless mother I was.

And who did Craig turn to?

Craig's always been
very independent.

But he's a kid.

He just stayed out of Martin's way.

You mean he stayed out
of the house?

- Where'd he go?
- I don't know.

The park, the shopping centre...

- Alone?
- With his mates from school, I suppose.

Have you met these "mates
from school"? Do they have names?

I can't...
Leave me alone.

OK, as we know,
the victim dispersal suggests

the sniper's comfort zone

is around the southwest
corner of the M25.

What if he knows all
about comfort zones

- and decides to go somewhere else?
- I'm not going to pretend otherwise -

these are my best
educated guesses

based on the
information available.

Also, the intelligence
we've put out on the Volvo

could've caused
him to dump it.

He could now be on foot,
on a bike, in a van.

Assume nothing.

If he can kill from a over a mile
away, what chance have we got?

What, of catching him?
Not much.

Deterring him's another story.

These four schools represent
the most vulnerable locations...

Camberley High School,

St Arthur's Sunbury,

St Benedict's
Roman Catholic School, Epsom,

and Weybridge Primary School.

How long before the exodus?

Five minutes.

I hope Clarissa called it right.

Not much uniform about, is there?

Discrete units
at all vantage points.

We don't want to scare the kids.

Going down the private route
with yours, I suppose?

Piss off, Jim,
I'm not in the mood.

Ladies and gentlemen,
excellent work.

Tidy up. Put your coats on.
It's time to go.

Hello, Rosie, it's Dad.
Where are you, my love?

I'm at school.

I know you're at school, I mean...

Look, I'm...
standing at the gate.

Dad, what are you doing here?

Listen, I need you
to do me a favour.

- What is it?
- Mum'll be here any minute...

Just...just go and wait
for her in the library.

The library?

Yes. You do that for me,
please?

OK.
Whatever.

Excuse me.

Excuse me!

Excuse me!

School's out here, too.

Footage from Martin
and Sheila's bedroom

is a non-event...
almost.

Looks like he heard a noise.
Suspected burglar, maybe...?

False alarm.

So he's security conscious.
Maybe a bit paranoid.

If he was security conscious,

he'd have the lights and
cameras on the house's outside.

- He doesn't?
- No.

So could this be about the enemy
within, not the enemy without?

Don't see how. His wife uses
a walking stick to get about

- and Craig's a kid.
- But given that he installed a camera

- in Craig's room, it's possible?
- No. This is about control.

This is about Martin Cross keeping tabs
on his family even while they slept.

This is Craig's bedroom.

Nothing noteworthy so far.

He goes to bed.

He sleeps. He wakes up.

I forgot.
He does press-ups.

He's stronger than he looks.

Martin Cross was 6ft,
190lbs...

there's no way Craig
was any kind of threat to him.

I don't get it.
What's this all about?

Good evening, everybody.

I'm Chief Superintendant
Robert Drake.

I'd like to thank you all
for coming here this evening,

I know it's an incredibly
difficult time.

I just want to say that
everyone in the Force,

from the Commissioner down,
feels your grief and pain.

We're bringing every resource
to bear to catch this man.

Don't add insult to injury -
we all know what this is about.

You want us on side

cos you don't want us
bitching to the media

if you can't catch the bastard.

Sorry, sir, I didn't catch your name?

Ian Cross.

- Martin's brother?
- Yeah.

I can't prove my
sincerity to you, lan,

but I have a brother,

and if anyone hurt him,
much less killed him,

I'd want to rip the guy's heart out,

so you can bitch
to whoever you want

- and I won't hold it against you.
- Masterful.

- And he doesn't even have a brother.
- This is not a PR exercise.

Classic only child.

God, I hope that doesn't get out.

What's funny?

..and we're working night and day
and we will catch this man.

We've had over 300 possible
sightings of the suspect

and none of them have stood up.

Hello.

Hey, Craig.

Hi.
Nikki.

What do you do, Nikki?

I'm a pathologist.

You cut up dead bodies for a living?

Yeah.
That's about the size of it.

Did you come with your uncle, Craig?

No.
We don't really get along.

What about your mum, is she here?

She didn't feel up to it.
I'm representing her.

Are you feeling up to it?

I don't think it's sunk in yet.

Dr. Alexander...

- Yes.
- Just wanted to say thank you.

..camera was only
set to record nights,

but I don't think
his dad saw this footage.

What's he doing?

Some kind of signal maybe?

A girlfriend lurking in the bushes?

Supposed to be the
other way around, isn't it?

It's a shame for Craig

that Martin's wife
couldn't make it tonight.

Yeah, well, there's wives
and there's wives.

Sheila's got a problem
with this...

but even before she had that excuse,
she was a waste of space.

What about their son?
Will he be OK?

Yeah, Craig'll be fine.
Don't worry about Craig.

My brother gave that kid everything,

but he was always a mummy's boy,
always took her side.

It broke Martin's heart.

Every day,
it broke his bloody heart.

Sorry, what did?

The lack of appreciation.

"The lack of appreciation"?

It was all for them -
the marathons,

the fundraisers,

the shaking buckets outside Tesco's
on a Sunday morning...

He didn't want
an award off the Queen,

he wanted his wife
and his son to be proud of him.

Hang on.
Go back.

Just before he switches
the torch off.

What's that in the drawer?

Hell!

I can't see him...
I'll call you back. Thanks, Thomas.

- Where's Craig?
- I don't know. Why?

The hidden camera shows
bullets in his bedside drawer.

- What?! That's impossible.
- Why impossible?

First, the quality
of that footage is abysmal.

Second, he's 16- where the hell
would he get bullets from?

- Let's find out.
- What are you doing?

Offering him a lift.
Craig!

Can we give you a lift home?

OK.

- Thanks.
- We'll see you in.

No. There's no need.
But thanks anyway.

The house is dark. I thought you
said your mum was home?

She must've changed her mind.

Could we come in for a minute?
Just want to see you're OK.

- I'm fine.
- I would love a cup of tea.

Jack? Would you like a cup of tea?

Sure.

- That's a nice...
- No, no!

That's Dad's chair.

Sorry.

Are you going to
make us some tea?

- Sorry, no milk.
- Black's OK.

No tea bags.

Don't worry about it,
we'll be on our way.

You must've been very proud
of your dad that day?

Of course I was.

Or did you just feel...
frustration?

- Despair?
- What?

The gap between
the man the world saw

and the man he really was
was wider than ever.

- Come on, let's go.
- I loved my dad.

- Nikki!
- So why were you

so scared just now
when Jack tried to sit in his chair?

I wasn't scared.

I wasn't scared
and I certainly...!

It's OK.
We're leaving now.

Come on.

No, no! No,
you're not going up there! No!

You're OK, Mum.
You're OK, Mum. You're OK.

Mrs. Cross, can we help?

No thanks.

What are you doing?
Warrant?

He invited us in.

Plastic.
Probably from a toy shop.

You look disappointed.

You look relieved.

If I'd thought for a second

you were right, I would be.
Can please we go now?

What happened in 2014?

Someone else won?
Let's go!

No. No. No. No.

Don't go through his stuff.

So he's going through
an army phase.

Big deal.
So did I.

Did you pack one of these?

What are you doing?

The Battle of Thermopylae
and the Six Day War -

common theme - the triumph
of the few over the many.

You're interested in history?

I'm interested in strategy.

You pack your clothes
like a soldier.

Did someone show you that?

I got it off a website.

But you don't have a computer.

A book, then.

Why don't you have
a computer, Craig?

I don't want the government
keeping tabs on me.

That's a bit paranoid.

Are you sure it was a book?

No-one showed you?

We need to speak to your mum.

No, you don't -

Craig's made
our feelings quite plain.

Craig keeps a hunting knife
in his wardrobe.

That could explain why
his dad felt the need

to put a hidden
camera in his room.

I just...
He's 16.

He's at school,
he can't drive,

he's no access to guns,

never mind taking headshots
at 200 yards.

Obviously, if Craig's involved,
he has an adult accomplice.

Meaning he wasn't necessarily
present at all the shootings.

That could be who he's
communicating with outside?

If ever anyone needed
a friend, it's Craig -

especially these past months.

Why do you say that?

It's a classic cycle
of violence, isn't it?

Dad misses out on a job
that he's wanted for years,

so his aggression
reaches a new low point

and he breaks his son's arm.

Craig turns to Mum,
but years of learned helplessness

and drinking stop her intervening.

His school work suffers -

he won the chemistry
prize three years in a row

but not this year.

His heart hardens,
he'll never be a victim again.

So he adopts the only
avoidance strategy available

to a child - he spends as little
time at home as possible...

And whatever emotional sustenance
he got from his parents,

he's got to find from
somewhere else...

- You mean someone else.
- Two killers -

explains why Martin's death

was so disorganized compared
to the other victims.

Jim, check out Craig's alibi,
would you?

See if you can match the shootings
to his school timetable,

but do it quietly, please -
he can't know.

OK...

Let's say Craig kills his dad.

What's in it for the accomplice?

What's his motive to kill
six people in 24 hours?

- I don't know.
- Right. Because the accomplice

is just a way for you to make sense
of Craig as a suspect.

You think I'm reaching?

Craig's small for his age, isn't he?

Yes.

I don't think you're reaching.

- Take a seat, Mark.
- Thanks.

In your statement, you say that
you closed up the garage shop

at 6pm?

It was only for two minutes.

I-I can see the forecourt from
there, if anyone pulls up...

It's not about you nipping out
for a crafty fag, all right?

- All right.
- It's about the two individuals

you saw when you were out there.
Now, in your statement,

you said you thought they
might be father and son?

Yeah.

You put the dad's age at about 30,
and the son's at 12...

Yeah, but the kid had his hat
pulled down low...

- I didn't get a good look at him.
- What kind of hat?

They were both wearing, you know,
beanie hats and...

khaki jackets.

He asked me if I'd seen his dog.

And this was two days
before the shootings?

So...
statistically,

how many killers return
to the scene of the crime?

I need you to help us make an artist's
impression of the man you saw,

right now.

OK.

The cashier saw this man
in the company of a young male

he took to be his son.

Now, both the jacket
and his age fit our profile

and they were also seen close
to the spot where the sniper

would lay his ground sheet
48 hours later.

The neighbours didn't see anything?

Because he exists in an orbit away
from home - that's his big appeal.

Martin Cross wouldn't allow
a friendship to exist,

so they had practice
at keeping it secret.

Our best chance of finding him is
through Craig but their guard's up now.

We must be able to ID him
through phone records or email?

Craig doesn't do computers
and mobiles.

The splinter cell ethos.
Nothing that can be traced.

So we stick a tail
on the kid and wait?

Could be days before
they make contact,

and he doesn't need Craig
to kill again.

So how do we force Craig's hand?

We go back to the profile.

What do we know about the relationships
of assassin personalities?

- They're short-lived.
- Right, they're short-lived.

Much like their jobs,
they can start well,

but eventually,
their paranoia,

anger,
obsessive need for control

will kick in.
And what Craig

dreads above all else
is this man abandoning him,

but he knows, sooner or later,
it's going to happen.

So we have to bring
that day forward?

We've just received
a communication

which leads us to believe
that the sniper killings

are the work of two people,

an adult male and a younger male,
aged 16 or 17.

It is the younger male
who has made contact...

..in a handwritten note,
which is clearly a cry for help,

'he talks of his fear of the
older man and suggests there is

an abusive sexual element
to their relationship.

Somebody will have seen these
two people together

in a park, or a gym,

maybe in a camping
or army surplus store.

The adult male is aged around 30.

He is a loner with
a keen interest in the military,

but if he was ever in
the Armed Forces himself,

his career was short...

Craig!
I was watching that.

Shut up.
You're a disgrace!

A bloody disgrace!

You're a friend of Jack's,
aren't you?

Yeah.
Yeah, I am.

Hey, Craig.

Hi, Jack.

We'll be fine, Jim.

Thanks.

So what's up?

- "What's up"?
- Yeah.

Maybe...

Maybe I need to talk to someone.

I can't burden my mum.
She can't cope as it is.

Right. Well, let's talk.

It's the fire alarm.
We need to get out of the building.

Craig, come with me.

OK.

Come on.

I'll call you back.

Somebody, please tell me
it's a test.

- It's not a test.
- All right, everyone out, come on!

Come on, out.
You know the drill.

This could take bloody hours.

Ma'am, it's just a paper fire
in the lobby toilets.

OK.

Craig.
This is Jane,

- she's in charge of the investigation.
- Hello, Craig.

It's just a paper fire
in the lobby toilets.

- Is that all?
- Yeah.

It's OK.

OK.

- Yeah, typical.
- What do you think it is?

You sure?

- I'll see you later.
- All right.

It's good to see you again, Gabby.

- Thanks...
- You look happy.

- Get inside!
- Jim!

Craig, come on!

Jim!
Get in! Get in!

- Jim! Get in.
- No, no, no. Gabby... Gabby.

- Jim!
- No, Gabby!

- Jim! Get in.
- Get inside!

Get inside!
Come on!

Who is he, Craig?
Who is he?

You bastard!

I'll kill you!

We played you like a tune.

What did you say?

You say that again.
Say that again!

- Help me!
- You say that again!

- Jack!
- Say that again!

He's one of the victims -
what's the matter with you?!

Come on, then!
Come on!

Come on, then!
Where are you?

Get these clothes off me!
Can someone get these
clothes off me?!

- My God.
- The scars. Jesus.

You OK?

I just told Gabby's husband.

He was asking me questions but...

..he was crying so much,
I...

I couldn't understand
what he was saying...

I literally couldn't understand him.

When we brought Craig in,

he asked to use the toilet in the
lobby, where the fire started.

There's cameras in the lobby,
isn't there?

Yeah. A few.

Squints are trawling over
the footage now.

What news of Craig?

Still being treated for shock.

I saw everything you saw...

I saw the poor,
grieving kid

he wanted me to see
and I fell for it.

She had two kids.

"We played you like a tune."

"We played you like a tune!"

He doesn't even care that we know!

He's that certain he's walking
away from this, the little prick!

Sorry.

Craig has no alibi for
the murder of his father,

which chimes with the less
accurate marksmanship.

He shot Dad.
We know that but can't prove it.

He shot Dad thanks to an accomplice
who provides the gun,

the transport, the means.

Craig gets to kill the father
he hates...

- What's the motivation of the accomplice?
- Exactly.

First principles.

What drove Craig to kill,
at least initially?

Revenge, self-preservation.

They've shared the murders,
why not the motive?

Two snipers,
two victims.

If that's so, who's our best fit
for his accomplice?

Well, common motive suggests
common victimology.

Martin Cross bullies Craig
and pays the price,

maybe someone made this guy
feel equally threatened?

Steven Lakhani.

Craig's target was his dad,

our accomplice's target
was Steven Lakhani.

- Based on...?
- Nobody came.

Nobody came to view
Lakhani's body.

His wife's relatives came, not his.

Same deal at the friends
and family meeting.

I missed it cos he lost his
daughter and I felt sorry for him.

Martin Cross was very
well-represented

and look who he turned out to be.

Cross was a bully at home,
but a good man in public.

I think Lakhani's
the other way around.

- Go on.
- Two years ago

someone broke into Lakhani's house
and stabbed him in the backside -

he said it was
an aborted burglary,

but the pathology read more
like a personal attack.

Well, it fits with the woman
accusing him of infesting her cafe

with rats because
she wouldn't sell.

No-one likes being intimidated...

So what if we substitute
the cafe woman

for your assassin personality?

What, Lakhani wanted
to buy the premises

- but they wouldn't sell?
- How would that play out?

We've got his laptop.

Excuse.

OK...

so we're after properties
he acquired

or tried to acquire
in the last 12 months

on behalf of supermarket chains.

These must be properties
he was buying

or trying to buy.
Mostly central London,

only half-a-dozen
in suburban southwest...

Try doing a word search for
"Hounslow".

Nothing in the immediate area.

Closest two premises are
Wilson's Kitchenware and...

Turner Army Surplus.

Craig's wardrobe's
full of army fatigues

and we know he didn't
buy them online.

Stay down.

Adrian Turner, 35.
He's all over the shop.

Literally.

And he lived out back,
apparently.

His whole life was here.

No wonder he didn't
want to sell.

- What kind of bomb we talking?
- Simple but effective.

Nails, ball bearings,

some kind of DIY explosive.

A timer?

Looks like a regular alarm clock.

So either Turner
wanted to know exactly

when his number was up...

Or Craig planted it.

Come on, he's a kid.

A kid who won the chemistry prize
three years running.

Fuel. Oxygen. Catalyst.

It's really not that hard.

This looks like an iPod Touch.

You need to see this.

See the hole forged in the boot?

L96 sniper rifle.

The rifle was wiped clean
with bleach. Inside and out.

- You're kidding me.
- No prints, no DNA.

Very thorough.

You wouldn't wipe down the gun if you
were going to blow yourself up, would you?

Just like you don't blow yourself up
if you've got a gun to hand.

Little shit must've planted it.

- Speaking of whom...?
- Craig checked himself out of hospital yesterday.

Picture of health.

The iPod Touch you salvaged
from Turner's store...

There was lots of video
and a few photos -

but it's all corrupted bar
a couple of short clips.

But is it enough to nail him?

Judge for yourself.

Middle chair.

We want to show you something,
Craig, all right?

Sure.

Right, do you know what this is?

No.

Right, it's a Gibson Camo 3-day
Assault Pack.

All right?
Guess the volume?

- I dunno.
- It's 3,920 cubic inches.

The construction is
600 denier polyester

with vinyl backing
incorporating a hydro-reservoir.

If you'd been in Desert Storm with
the Republic Guard on your arse,

this would come in handy.

But, but you've got
to know how to pack it.

Do you know how to pack it, Craig?

No. That's all right -
I'm going to teach you...

Film him.
Look at him.

The fat bastard.

He's supposed to uphold the law.

He's a disgrace to his uniform.

Fat little jobsworth.

Look at his flabby arse.

Would make a good target.

Couldn't miss!

It's not very professional,
though.

Shoot him in his arse,

and then,

when he's lying in the dirt,
begging for mercy,

you can go up

and put one in his belly.

Talk about a slow death.

Come on, Adrian, let's go.
We're wasting time and...

What do you think about that?

Look, he was just
giving me a lift home.

I mean, I-I bought stuff in his shop
and we kind of became mates.

After that, I let things die down.
It was too weird.

Seriously, I hung around him for
a few weeks and that was it.

Are you saying...?

Do you think Adrian's the sniper?

Could you escort Craig to the car,
please?

How're you doing, Jack?

You look like
you need a day off.

Out.

Down.
Left.

Gabby Lawson's children are growing
up without a mother.

Tie him to that
bomb or he walks...

..and I can't let that happen.

There is a massive trauma
to the brain

consistent with an explosion...

and two nails embedded in it.

Are we likely to get prints?
DNA?

Heat will have destroyed.

Evidence of blast trauma
across the upper torso.

Embedded in the flesh are
various metal fragments.

There is discolouration...

on the nails and...

ball bearings

and a thin layer
of oxidised metal.

Together, they suggest
the bomb's incendiary element

was hydrogen peroxide.

And where do you think a schoolboy
could get hydrogen peroxide?

There was a break-in
at the school chemistry

lab during half-term

and a quantity of
hydrogen peroxide was taken.

Investigation turned up
nothing except a theory

it was an inside job.

He's used his dad's
keys to get in, eh?

No doubt!

Yes.

OK.

Jack, do you want to step
outside for a second.

Not particularly.

Craig Cross just walked into Epsom
nick and accused you of assault.

Unfortunately, the duty
sergeant who intervened

corroborates his statement.

- Are you having a laugh?
- No.

To the outside world, Craig
is just the bereft son

of Adrian Turner's fifth victim.

And at the moment,
with what we've got,

we can't say otherwise.
I'm sorry, Jack.

Hi.

What do you want?
You're not supposed be here?

It's OK, Mum.
He's harmless, really.

Come in, Jack.

- Craig, I thought you said that...
- Mum, could you put the kettle on?

Don't be scared.

It's just a chair.

My mum's got a point.

Why are you here?

Aren't you in enough trouble?

I mean you're on suspension, right?

- Not for long.
- That's not what I hear.

Look at you.

All puffed up like a peacock.

You remind me of my dad.

You've got height - muscle...

..but when it comes to it...

..you don't have what it takes.

To do what?

What your enemy won't.

Is that how you beat your dad?

He breaks your arm,
you blow his head off?

My dad was killed by Adrian Turner.

Nothing but a tragedy.

I see you're moving on?

Bigger house.
Nicer area.

Mum says they'll cough up
the life insurance any day.

I suppose you'll be looking
for somewhere smaller?

I mean, who's going to employ
a bloke who roughs up a kid?

A grieving victim?

You'll be lucky to get a job
stacking shelves.

Which arm did your dad break?

Left or right?

- Don't know what you're talking about.
- Left or right?

I bet it still hurts sometimes.

Sudden shooting pain.

Right arm.

Your writing hand.

What a bastard.

On top of that,

he made you trot out
that ridiculous story

about falling off your bike.
I mean...

..talk about...
insult to injury.

Salt in the wound.

Get off me.

It's really very sweet.

If you take out the killing part.

Adrian gives you the father
you never had...

..but what did you give him?

My skinny, underage arse?

Nah.

In the end, he wasn't that different
from your dad though, was he?

Just another grown-up
shouting at you.

Adrian never shouted at me.

Even after the mess you made?

You dropped casings,
trampled the undergrowth,

you compromised the mission.

Are you telling me
Adrian was pleased?!

You don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

You're no marksman, I know that.

You wasted three bullets on your dad

and the first one
hit him in the foot!

The ankle! That's a military
technique, you moron.

Maim and immobilise.

So, you deliberately shot him
in the ankle?

Of course I bloody did!

Thank you, Craig.

I think we got all that.

Arms out.

Arm.

Jack.

Let's go.

The evidence from the wire is going
to be contentious to say the least.

Yep.

To offset that,

I'm going to bring in some
new guys to interview him.

Guys I trust.

Look, tactically, new blood
is the right play here, Jane.

DCls who didn't know
Gabby Lawson personally.

OK.

My guys won't be here for a bit.

If you want to go in
and have a crack at him...

No, your guys can go first.

What'd you say?

You go first.

We need fresh eyes here.

In ten years, I've never heard
you say "you go first".

Well, I wasn't trying to
win you back.

- You're very trusting.
- Just a favour for a favour.

That's bollocks.
Everyone wants something.

Major trauma to the head and neck.

We need to understand
what happened last night.

Everybody argues, don't they?

Platform two.
It's leaving now.

Go, go, go!
I'll get them to hold it.

He's in the tunnels.

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