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Help yourself.

So how's it going with Elise?

- How's what going with Elise? - Working together.

We're working fine together.

Mm. Ta.

Is she single?

Tell me you're joking.

Well, she's nearer my age than yours.

I'm not asking if she's single.

Tell you what, I'm seeing her in a minute. I'll tell her she's got an admirer.

Tidy your room.

Suze?

Suze?

There's a red Golf in the car park.

Keys are in your bag.

In the glove box...

you'll find some money to keep you going.

Why? What's happened?

Tell me.

Tell me.

Let me tell you about the pool again.

Remember... we emptied it every winter?

You push him.

I dream it.

And every time you shove the bastard in...

He smashed his head on the bottom.

Looked up at me.

Tell me about the expression in his eyes.

Defeat.

He'd lost. We'd won.

That's what I came to tell you.

After everything that's happened... it's all gonna be OK.

Nobody can hurt you now.

♪ Venez dans mes bras

♪ Closer to me, dear

♪ Donnez-vous é moi

♪ Set aside all fear

♪ Restons enlacés

♪ Pour I'éternité

♪ Yes, you shall be mine

♪ Till the end of time

Where is Stephen Beaumont?

We'll have him soon.

The evidence remains circumstantial but there is something wrong with him.

Hey. Listen up, guys.

Uniforms were sent to Suze's flat.

Nobody answered the door, neighbours say they hadn't seen her.

Because she's in the hospital.

But there was some noise coming from there the night before last.

Some kind of fight or struggle going on.

Very tidy.

Not exactly been rumble in the jungle.

Somebody's been cleaning up.

So either there was no fight... or it got much more serious.

This picture wasn't here last time.

Yes, it was. I saw it.

No, when you saw it, it was hanging over there.

Oh.

Stay there. Could have a crime scene.

Anthony Walsh - the pimp. Binmen just found his body.

He has his head quite seriously re-arranged.

Get forensics down here.

He may have just moved beyond circumstantial.

Yeah?

Right. What time?

Christ.

Possible sighting of Stephen Beaumont, a ferry in Dover.

We'll get down there. Get confirmation from Border Control.

- Do we stop it leaving? - No, it would alert him.

Police. We get on, then.

We have Calais provide armed response units at the other end.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is an important safety announcement.

Mesdames et messieurs, pour votre sécurité, priez écouter attention é I'annonce.

Police are appealing for help in finding a man

they want to question over a murder in Folkestone overnight.

Police say Stephen Beaumont should not be approached...

Hey. Hey-

Hey.

All right.

You need to talk to us.

About what?

Gemma Kirwan, among other things.

Among other things?

You think I'm the person that killed Gemma?

Why is her photo on your computer?

I keep records for people I help.

Like Anthony Walsh?

He was just trying to destroy my work.

He was doing the same to her.

To who?

My sister.

She was slipping away from me again.

Put your hands where we can see them, Stephen.

I'm arresting you on suspicion...

- Danny. TT: I have something for tomorrow's front page.

Ah, that's very generous of you.

It must be front page.

Ah, that's not really my call.

Besides, it's still early. Doesn't do to plan too far ahead.

Not when you work in er... news.

- If you know what I mean. - We hold the young in contempt.

Is that right? Jonno.

A quarter of all those arrested in the UK last year were under 18.

Ah, hard-done-by hoodies. My heart bleeds.

Are you at your desk?

Er... yeah, I might be.

Society turns its back on the young. Makes them invisible.

You will put the ones I have selected on tomorrow's front page.

Where people can see them.

TT posted his fourth truth as Stephen

Beaumontls life was slipping away on the ferry.

Who was he, really?

Just another sad guy who thought he could change the world.

And the burning?

TT's calling his truth The Youth of Today.

He's highlighting the way the youth is

treated or mistreated by the justice system.

He was trying to sort himself out.

Trying to get qualified, trying to get a job. Trying to get on.

It's just...

It's just so hard, though.

He said...

He said, "I love you, Mum." And then he was out the door.

That's the last time I saw him.

Dean Atkinson. 19.

Did two years for his part in the London riots.

Quite unlike any burns we've come across.

We occasionally get them as widespread, but never this corrosive.

The chemical used, white phosphorous, we think.

It's taken off 90 per cent of the skin.

The burns are at their most intense here and here.

Could well have been stuffed in his pockets.

- Where are his clothes now? - That's what I meant by corrosive.

Apart from his shoes and the odd strand of fabric he was like this when he came in.

How did the phosphorous catch fire?

Air.

It takes a good few minutes but white phosphorous combusts on exposure to oxygen

becoming something far nastier, something called phosphorous pentoxide.

Have the family been in?

- His mother's been asking. - She can't see this.

She has the right.

She does and we have to prevent her from exercising it.

Three more burnings. All male youth, all convicted rioters.

All burnt in public places and dead within seconds.

Public places isn't the half of it. These are CCTV hotspots.

He's after maximum visibility.

- Going up like moral beacons. - White phosphorous again?

The first two, the lab is checking on the third.

Why isn't the website up?

What are you doing all day?

Here we go. Yes.

Police beatings, wrongfully arrested.

Disproportionate sentencing.

Oh, what's this?

So these are the poster boys for his campaign.

What next?

Next? Hasn't he done enough?

Get Uniform to seize all CCTV footage at all four sites.

Run checks on all the names on that list.

- We should meet in Calais tomorrow. - Why? They're all British.

The poster boys are from both sides of the Channel.

Why show French youths if you're only going to burn British?

I'll ask Cecile to spend the night researching the ones from our side.

Fuck.

- I'm off for a drink. - I can't tonight, mate. Sorry.

Don't panic, mate. I'm telling you, not inviting you.

I emailed through the final copy.

The story was the burning youths.

Nah. You see, everyone's running with that.

For us, the story's how TT tried to tell us what to do and how we refused.

Keep up, Jonno, mate.

Why didn't you take Elise?

What?

When you went back to Charlotte Joubert's house.

- Why didn't you take Elise? - Cos Charlotte asked for me.

Oh, she asked for you.

Anyway, you saw yourself.

Elise can be a bit clumsy around people.

- Make up your mind. - Sorry?

Is it because Charlotte asked for you or because

Elise can be clumsy around people or...

are you just throwing excuses my way hoping one will stick?

Did you sleep with her?

God.

Oh, God.

I'm pregnant, for fuck's sake.

I'm sorry.

Get out.

OK. OK.

OK. OK.

Right, you bastard. Where are you?

It's Karl.

Karl. Sensitive Karl. The sporty intellectual.

- I wasn't sure, so I got you a cappuccino. - Maybe Adam will have one.

- Adam? - I swiped a towel if that's OK?

- What's going on? - Adam stayed here last night.

I'll be outside.

This had better be good.

- I don't have to answer to you. - She's my colleague.

- And? - You're my son.

I have to work with her. It makes things a tiny bit fucking difficult.

Why does it always have to be about you?

- Or are you jealous? - Of what?

That's what it is.

It's about respect is what it is.

- Well, start showing some. - Oh, grow up.

I did.

You just never took any notice.

Oh, God...

- I'm so late, it's not even funny. - Yeah...

Listen, there's coffee and shit in the kitchen.

Just grab whatever.

- You know something? - Hm?

You never even asked me my name.

That's intentional.

If I'm never told a name I can never be accused of forgetting it.

Oh...

You can't do that.

- Do what? - Whatever it was you were doing together.

What was it you were doing together?

- Don't answer that. - What are you trying to ask me?

Did you have sex with my son?

- He's 18. - I know!

He's entitled to a private life.

That's the sort of thing that people that don't have kids say.

He's entitled to try and keep things from his parents,

and on this occasion he didn't manage it.

- Did you have sex with my son? - Am I entitled to a private...

Did you have sex with my son?

No.

Right.

Hello.

The youths were meant to be front page, but you didn't listen.

No, no, I listened. I just don't do requests.

Go outside. There's something I want you to see.

How would you get to work from here?

- I'd take my 4x4. - On an average wage.

I don't know. Bus?

Walk it. Walk it!

P4010.

What's that, a bus route or something?

The correct molecular formula for phosphorus pentoxide.

For when you put this on tomorrow's front page.

And it will be front page.

We just had a nice little chat. Her name was Kelly.

She was training to be a journalist.

She wanted your help. I should have warned her.

- Danny doesn't do requests. - Kelly? Kelly!

Capitaine Wassermann?

Oui?

Thank you very much, whatever it was.

He's changed country, changed approach.

So is he moving from the oppressed youth to the oppressors?

Yeah, same truth, different angle.

If TT has taken Delgado, why hasn't he burned him?

Good question.

What about the kids from the riot?

Cherfi family has a grocery shop right in the heart of the estate.

Maybe we should get out there. It's as good a place as any.

What's the matter?

He always tells us what he's planning.

Makes calls, posts. Why not this time?

Maybe we're one step ahead.

Smells of petrol.

He's handing Delgado over to the kids.

This list that TT has...

All those mistreated by the police, alleged.

- Do we have one? - Yeah.

We can request one from the CNDS. They have all allegations on file.

- It's classified, though, right? - Of course.

Yeah. Same in the UK. So?

He's showing off. Proving he can get any

information he wants even if it is classified.

Showing off or giving himself away?

How did he get hold of it?

OK.

OK.

Aargh!