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("Tubular Bells" by Mike Oldfield playing)

*

(alarm ringing)

*

Sarge? What the hell was that?

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Golf Hotel to all units.

I need a report.

Someone tell me what the hell's going on.

(alarm ringing, officers shouting)

I want two of you on guard.

Get everyone out of the flats.

Two of you here, two of you there.

Close off the area.

David?

There were coppers watching the café.

I legged it to the lockup.

What do you mean? What happened?

Ma, we need to go. The police are everywhere.

Where's John and your dad?

Have they been arrested? Don't know.

I saw the police and came back here as fast as I could.

But you warned them?

Of course. I told them to get out.

(sirens wailing)

You go.

I'll stay here and wait for your dad and John.

I'll go to Reg's place and meet you there.

David, stop. Wait there.

Take it all.

Wait until dark

and get yourself away from here.

I love you, Ma.

(alarm ringing)

EDWARDS: (coughs) Sarge?

(coughs) Sarge?

Spence? Spence?

Shit, what happened?

Can't hear a bloody word.

Where's everyone else?

Morgan!

ASHTON: Morgan.

She's alive.

(officers shouting)

Guv?

(coughs) Guv?

(coughs)

Can you hear me, anyone?

(coughs)

Body over here.

Guv!

It's John Bentley.

No.

EDWARDS: Len. Len. Len.

Len. Len! Len!

He's gone. Len.

He's gone. Hey. Len.

Hey, he's gone. Len!

He's gone, he's gone. Len!

No, no, no, no, you can't go in.

Let me get in. Let me get in! You can't go in there, Jane!

Let me get in! No, no, no.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. No! No.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

*

*

(panting)

Renee, let me in.

(coughs)

Where's John?

Ain't he with you?

No.

What do you mean, "no"?

Cliff, where is he?

I don't... as soon as I heard the police coming in,

I told him to get out.

I screamed at him that he had to go.

But you saw him leave?

Where is he, then?

Where's David?

Did he make it back?

He's waiting for us at Reg's.

Cliff, please, do the right thing and let him go.

You can take responsibility for this.

What are you on about?

David's not like you.

He won't cope in prison.

Give him a chance to get away.

Nobody's going to prison.

Look.

You should've seen what we left behind.

There's enough here. Grab your case.

Come on.

I'm staying here in case John comes back.

He's not coming back.

I'm staying here.

All right.

(kisses)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(indistinct announcement over P.A.)

("The Great Gig in the Sky" by Pink Floyd playing)

* Ooh, ooh

* Ooh

* Oh

* Oh, oh, oh

* Oh...

* Ah...

(cries)

(vocalizing)

* Ah

* Ah, ah, ah

(vocalizing)

* Oh, oh

(vocalizing)

* Oh

* I never said I was frightened of dying *

* Oh

* Oh, oh

(vocalizing)

* Ah, ah.

(door opens)

All right?

Not really.

When I first saw him down there...

I thought he was knocked out.

I thought he'd choked up on some dust and...

Hudson, stop talking.

Just be quiet.

I'm just saying. ASHTON: Both of you shut up.

Right, gents. I've got teams of uniforms briefed

and ready to go and hunt Clifford and David Bentley.

I suggest you make yourselves useful and join them.

What do you think?

Yeah. Come on.

Jane, come ride with us.

Best thing's to keep busy.

(door opens)

Got you that from the hospital shop.

(sighs) Can't stand that stuff.

(scoffs) Such gratitude.

Hmm.

You look like you could use it more.

Apart from feeling like someone's stuck knitting needles

in my ears, I'm fine.

Did they tell you what happened?

Doctors said

there'd been some fatalities.

All our team accounted for?

The two suspects inside the vault.

And, um...

No.

EDWARDS: Police.

Clifford and David, where are they?

You can't just barge in here.

Where are they?

I ain't seen them, they're not here.

Bollocks.

JANE: Don't lie to us.

Here, I know you.

Have a heart and tell me

what happened to my son John?

She doesn't know.

Right, well, John's dead.

Where are the other two? (gasping)

A man we identified as John Bentley was killed

in an explosion at the British Savings Bank.

All right, now she knows.

Along with two other men,

Daniel Mitcham...

and our colleague Detective Inspector Leonard Bradfield.

We need to know

where Clifford and David are.

I ain't seen them.

There's no one here.

Well, I'm sick of this.

Where are they?

I don't know.

Who told you about John?

What?

It was on the wireless.

We haven't released that information yet,

so who told you John didn't get away?

Nobody.

Bentley till the bitter end, eh?

Deal with her.

Irene Bentley, I'm arresting you

under suspicion of assisting an offender.

Excuse me, sir, have you seen this man recently?

No.

Thank you, sir.

Yes?

Excuse me, sir, my name's D.C. Ashton. No.

I...

Excuse me, have you seen this man before?

No, sorry. You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

I didn't know you were back.

We've brought in Renee Bentley.

Came back to join the manhunt,

but I...

I've just been sat in here for half an hour.

You need to see this.

Hudson and I found it

in the Bentley lockup.

It matches the bracelet Julie Ann was wearing when she died.

SERGEANT: Yes, sir.

Understood.

Absolutely.

Thank you, sir.

Super's finished the next of kin visit.

Think I'm gonna head off and see them myself.

LAWRENCE: Could you pass these on?

It's the girl's watch and wallet,

and his warrant card.

Sarge, if you need a WPC... Tennison...

Like you said,

I need to keep busy.

(sighs)

It's his wife and kids.

GIBBS: Paul, can I borrow you?

I need you to check something for me.

(Gibbs continues talking indistinctly)

*

*

Do you know how many wives and girlfriends

we've had sat across from us,

insisting they were completely in the dark?

You're in this up to your neck.

We're watching all the ports,

so they have nowhere to go.

I don't know where they are.

That's bollocks and you know it.

Sarge, can I...?

Tennison...

we've got this.

No.

Go on.

If you want to help David,

you need to tell us where he is.

Did David tell you about Julie Ann?

She was 17.

Someone strangled her and dumped her with the rubbish

like she didn't matter.

Where was he on the evening of Sunday, the 13th of May?

I don't know.

It was raining that night.

Did he come home, soaked to the skin?

He was home!

How's he been acting since?

You're his mum. (sobbing)

Mums always know when something's not right.

(sniffling)

I found...

...a photo of them both.

Him and Julie Ann.

She mattered to David, didn't she?

Did he tell you about her?

Did you know she was pregnant?

Was the child David's?

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Where can we find him?

Where?!

You can't defend him on this.

Where is he?

I don't know.

(sighs)

Found this in the corner under a shelf there.

200 quid

stuffed in an old biscuit tin.

And here, shoe marks.

Size and pattern of which seem a good match

for Julie Ann's boots.

How far, from here to where her body was found?

About 300, 400 yards.

Possible she was dragged all that way?

LAWRENCE: Possible.

This could be where she was strangled.

That money you found at the lockup

matches the notes Julie Ann stole from her dad.

GIBBS: Well, we know she was doing a deal with O'Duncie.

After she left the squat, she needed

a secure location to stash the money

until the deal was in place.

So, she gave it to David to hang onto?

But why did he turn the garage upside down?

He'd know where it was.

To destroy the crime scene?

She's nervous.

O'Duncie has already beaten up Eddie.

And so she's not gonna trust anyone with £200.

And doesn't tell David where she's hidden it.

Then on the 13th, David Bentley wants to know

where the money is.

And ends up throttling her.

We've found the Bentley van.

OFFICER: Yes, Sarge. OFFICER 2: Yes, sir.

OFFICER 3: Let's go.

(door closes)

Sarge, the list of Bentley associates

and their last known addresses.

You sent cars out?

Sergeant Harris thought you'd prefer to coordinate.

LAWRENCE: WPC Tennison?

What does that look like to you?

LAWRENCE: Julie Ann's bra.

She was moved in the van.

I thought dragging her all that way on crutches was unlikely.

We need to find the hole he's hiding in

and visit the known associates in the area.

Right, we're gonna start with addresses nearest the Pembridge

and then fan out.

(scribbles)

Hudson, Edwards, your list.

Harris, your list.

Tennison, with me.

Hello,

um, have you seen this man,

David Bentley? No, never seen him.

Are you positive? Quite sure.

Okay, well, sorry to... (slot closes)

bother you.

EDWARDS: My name's D.C. Edwards,

I'm from the Hackney Police.

Do you recognize this man at all?

Uh, no, sorry. No.

We'd have a better chance getting Clifford's mates

to tap-dance than cooperate.

Here, you can drive.

I nearly busted a stitch going down those stairs.

I haven't done the job driving course yet.

But you can drive?

No. Well, thank you, sir.

It's a bloody wild-goose chase.

Where next?

GIBBS: Next one's on Fairview Avenue.

None of my business, but...

I know you and Bradfield were...

He really liked you.

Anyone could see that.

Like I said,

none of my business.

When I mentioned Clifford Bentley,

that last fella spat on the floor.

(sighs)

GIBBS: Right. This is it. Reggie Barker.

How would David move the body on his own?

I've seen a wife butcher a husband twice her size.

You'd be surprised what people are capable of

when shit hits the fan.

Not long before evening drinking.

Someone should be in.

Open up. Police.

I can see you!

Idiot.

JANE: Sarge?

Stay there, make sure no one comes out.

GIBBS: Reggie Barker, is it?

Where you going, mate?

I don't want no trouble here. The Bentley boy's upstairs.

David's here?

Yeah, stinking the place out with that bloody stuff.

His old man here as well?

(Gibbs yells)

C.I.D. So?

What you mean "so"?

I don't want no part in this.

Help me move him.

Nah, you're on your own, Clifford.

You're on your own.

(car engine starts)

(tires screeching)

517 to Golf Hotel.

OPERATOR: Golf Hotel to 517, receiving. Over.

Backup needed at King's Head Pub,

Fairview Avenue.

(car door closes)

Hey!

David?

DAVID: Please, just go.

JANE: Don't do this. Talk to me.

David?

I know you weren't at the bank vault.

I followed you to the lockup.

I don't care anymore.

JANE: Is that where Julie Ann died?

If you jump, they'll say you did it.

I didn't.

I'd never hurt her.

But you were her boyfriend and you never came forward.

David,

I know about you and Julie Ann.

No. No, you don't.

She was everything to me.

She...

she was beautiful.

She took away my pain.

All of it.

All I wanted was for us to get away from here.

From the estate, the drugs.

From her selling herself.

He thought she was just a junkie with a big mouth.

He didn't know...

who she was and what she meant to me.

Your dad?

No.

You mean John?

Are you talking about John?

Tell me, David. What happened?

If it was John, why?

Because I told her about the job.

I told her about the fucking job and he found out.

It was me who found her body in the car park.

It was me who made the phone call.

David, let me help you.

Please.

Julie Ann wouldn't want you to do this.

(sniffles)

(Jane gasps)

If what you're saying is true,

and it was John, then this needs to come out.

(door opens)

David, we need to go.

No.

We can help you.

CLIFFORD: Shut up.

Come on, son.

Let's go.

DAVID: What about John? Is he with you?

He got caught in the explosion.

JANE: He's dead, David. Shut up!

But you made it out all right?

Come on.

David, if you leave...

One more word from you...

(gun cocks) Dad!

(gunshot) (gasps)

(Clifford grunts)

No!

JANE: No! Stop!

(gunshot)

Ah...

(David drops, groans)

No.

No...

JANE: I need something to stop the blood.

Help me.

Help me!

Press on his chest. I'll get an ambulance.

Please.

No.

Coward!

Uh...

I...

I-I need to get an ambulance.

DAVID: Don't leave me.

(panting)

I'm cold.

Backup's on its way.

What's your name?

WPC...

Jane.

DAVID: Jane...

(gurgles)

I loved her.

I know.

I loved her.

I know.

Stay with me, David.

Stay with me.

(crying)

SERGEANT: Piece of scum.

(retches)

SERGEANT: You're nicked.

Get this bag of piss down the station.

ASHTON: Sarge. Right.

Tennison, you hurt? Get in the car.

No.

No, it's not, it's not my blood, it's...

(panting) Station.

It's David Bentley's.

He's dead.

Let's get you to the station, get you cleaned up, come on.

Come on.

Come on, we'll get you in the car, all right?

Come on.

We'll get you to the station.

Okay?

When are you coming back?

I don't think I am.

What?

Do you know what my mum said to me,

when I was joining the force?

No doubt the same as mine.

That you were mad.

She said I'd end up dead.

And you think this has proved her right?

(exhales)

(laughs softly)

Kath, you, you can't give up.

You've got a shot at joining C.I.D.

I'd give my right arm to be in your shoes.

It's not giving up, accepting your limitations.

I need someone to look up to.

I'm not much of a role model.

You're not if you quit.

Funeral's tomorrow.

So surreal.

He was standing right in front of me.

How are you holding up?

Good.

("Woodstock" by Joni Mitchell playing)

* I came upon a child of God

* He was walking along the road *

* And I asked him, where are you going? *

* And this, he told me

* I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm *

* I'm gonna join in a rock and roll band *

* I'm gonna camp out on the land *

* I'm gonna try and get my soul free *

* We are stardust

* We are golden

* And we've got to get ourselves *

* Back to the garden.

Come on, let's go.

*

(coin clatters)

(spinning rotary)

(clicking)

(knocking on door)

Hello?

Jane.

Mum.

(sniffles)

Oh...

Oh...

We're here now.

Shh...

Let's pack up your things, and we'll drive you home.

Um, no, it's all right.

I, I want to stay here.

Uh... Uh, okay.

Okay.

I'll be fine.

I promise.

Would you both stay,

just... for a little bit?

Of course we will.

As long as you need us to.

*

(children laughing)

*

What do you want?

I wanted to return this to you.

Make sure you got it.

It was David's.

One of the lads at the station

was meant to get it back to you a couple of weeks ago.

He forgot.

Can't trust men to get anything right.

Ta.

Take care of yourself.

(locks clicking)

*

One glowing review, you're the sheriff of Hackney.

It's just...

What? It's just what?

Oh, you don't want to spend the rest of your life

in uniform like me?

(laughs softly) You'll put in a word for me?

You're on top brass' radar,

and C.I.D. have nothing but good things to say about you,

so just bide your time, be patient.

I'm not very good at that.

I had noticed.

(sighs) In the meantime,

Clifford Bentley's brief's kicking up a stink,

saying I hit him during his arrest.

Now, someone might want to ask you some questions about that.

So, uh... You didn't touch him, Sarge.

Yeah, that's how I remember it and all.

Now back into comms, Tennison.

Yes, Sarge.

Golf Hotel to 402,

reported break-in at William Hill on Beckett Road. Over.

MAN (over radio): ...Golf Hotel...

Golf Hotel to all units,

mugging reported on West Road.

Victim is with a Mrs. Jenkins at number 18. Over.

(woman speaks indistinctly over radio)

WOMAN: Over.

GIBBS: All right, all right, listen up, please,

lady and gents.

*

* Take it *

* Take another little piece of my heart now, baby *

* Oh, oh, break it *

* Break another little bit of my heart now, darling *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah * Oh, oh, have a *

* Have another little piece of my heart now, baby *

* You know you got it

* If it makes you feel good.

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