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It's a girl.

Victim's Karim Benzal. Turkish national.

The victim's mouth is sealed then chilli powder mixed

with carbonated water is forced down his nasal passage.

So, you haven't forgotten how then.

No, it feels good, getting back in the saddle.

I think Benzal was silenced.

- By the firearms division? - Who else?

Armed police. Armed police. Armed police. Get down!

Hands on the table!

Armed police! Where is he? Where's Sakir?

- What's happened? - We've lost the witness.

Tell me where they live. I will make them talk.

- We're too late. - No.

No!

SILENT WITNESS Season 19 - Episode 7

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd Sync: NetLion

"In Plain Sight" Part 2 of2

Come through.

Jack, through here.

Brunno Lubas's fleeing prints.

No attempt to cover his tracks.

She's in here.

Looks like she was already on the bed

when the killer started shooting.

She'd been drinking, from the bottle?

We'll need to wait for the tox report.

Neighbours didn't hear a thing.

Silencer?

Did Brunno's gun have a silencer?

It was a revolver. Looked like a Webley.

The chamber is separate from the barrel -

sound leaks out so a silencer is useless.

- You were sure it was a Webley? - Sure enough.

Oh, must've muffled the sound with something else.

Looks like pure rage. Overkill. Venting his anger.

Unless you have another interpretation?

No.

Not as much blood as I would have expected.

Right, so he's jemmied the door.

Just a few seconds to get up this corridor,

couple of seconds to get in this room.

She's been drinking, falls asleep on the bed, no chance to get away.

Nikki.

Nikki.

Signs of a struggle.

No obvious defence wounds.

OK, so he smashes the lock,

she comes out to try and stop him...

Er, there's a struggle, the mirror cracks,

chases her back into the bedroom at gunpoint.

Why target Keating?

Her address was the only one posted.

She wasn't the officer who shot Helena Lubas.

OK, so why would anyone post her address and only hers?

- Their IDs are confidential. - Guv?

What is it?

You think your IPCC woman was behind the leak?

Looks like I backed the wrong horse.

Geoff! Geoff, calm down!

Steve, calm down! Geoff!

We just want to see her?

Just wait there. Stay there. Stay there!

And then we'll go.

Oh, Jesus.

Come on, this is a crime scene. Come on.

All right, get him out. Come on. Let's go.

What the hell happened?

Where is he?

Someone sent Brunno her address.

- What? - Last time I saw him,

- he was driving away with a gun. - A gun?

Was it you?

Is that why you phoned me? Was it?

You think I'm stupid enough to give Brunno a name.

I'd be throwing away my job. For what?

I can't believe you'd even begin to think that!

I-I-I don't...

Julia, I have backed your family to the hilt, publicly and privately.

And now you tell me Brunno has a gun.

You think this is all about you? What?

Is that all you care about?

That's not fair.

I was here for you when no-one gave a shit.

- Julia Lubas. - Yes.

I have a warrant to search your premises...

- Do you want me to stay? - Your presence is not required,

you need to go. Can you take us through, please?

Leave now.

OK.

I didn't do it, Jack.

Unbelievable.

If we knew where he was we would tell you!

You've no idea where he is so you won't mind us checking your phones to verify that?

We don't lie to police officers!

- Jack. - Collecting evidence.

What? What kind of evidence?

You seem very at home, Jack?

Well, talk to me.

Before he took off, he gave this thing a good kicking.

If this shoe print matches the ones in Keating's hall,

we can place him at the scene.

Do you still want to help us, Jack?

- Do you still want to find the truth about Helena? - Can you step back, please?

Well, good work, thanks, Jack.

Can I have a minute with her?

Yeah.

- Was it him? Was it Brunno Lubas? - This is a crime scene.

- Who are you? - I'm Tim Friend, I work with Jo.

How did you get in? You can't be here, do you understand?

- This doesn't make any sense... - Please, I need you to step out of the room.

Yeah.

Hang on. What doesn't make any sense?

The fact that she would let somebody like him get the jump on her.

She's highly trained in self-defence. She's the best.

You don't just switch that off when you go home.

Are you saying that you don't think that Brunno Lubas was responsible for this?

I don't know what I'm saying.

I won't lie, Julia. That's reassuring.

There is strong evidence Brunno did this.

No. That's impossible.

I mean, yes, he was angry, but he would never shoot a policewoman.

Maybe you don't know him as well as you think you do?

Why do you say that?

Did you know he owned a firearm?

Of course not.

But you're not surprised, are you, when you think about it?

Brunno and Helena were close.

Since she died he's...

He's changed.

Yeah. In what way?

In every way.

Julia, do you think he could be involved in something?

I don't know. I don't know any more.

Jack.

What is it?

We've found Brunno's abandoned van.

Driver door not locked.

Panicked? Abandoned ship?

He's a fair way from Finsbury Park,

so what's his closest port in the storm?

Anything?

No. He's wiped his recent destinations.

But I know a way to access the history.

I can't believe it.

Do you know who did it?

Brunno Lubas.

I swear he looked like he was fit

to explode the whole way through that inquest.

How the hell did he even get hold of her address?

It must have been that bitch Sharpe, eh?

Shoe definitely fits.

She was looking at dismissal at best.

Lobbed a grenade on her way out.

But we'll find out for definite. I promise.

In the meantime, I want you all in a safe house.

- Forget that. - Why?

He doesn't know where we live.

He's started something,

who knows whether or not he wants to finish it?

We've got no idea where he is and we're not certain

who gave him Keating's address.

And they could do the same to us at any time.

I called you as soon as I heard about Jo.

Yeah. Sorry. I forgot my phone.

Sheila had me running errands, taking some cooking

- back to her mother's... - Yeah, that's why they call them mobiles, mate.

You can take them with you, eh?

I told you to get a bowl.

I don't want a bowl.

Wait here.

Let me in!

Get me a phone.

What's going on, Brunno?

Get me a phone!

Lisa!

I've got a phone.

- Go and sit down, Bobby. - Shut him up!

Go and sit down.

You got any alcohol? No.

Nothing?! I'm sorry...

Lisa! Police cars.

Police! Open up!

They're in there, get that open.

Armed police! Armed police, clear!

Armed police, move away from the window.

I haven't done anything wrong. Move away from the window.

Get on the bed. Move away. Get on the bed now! I haven't done anything!

Put your hands where I can see them. Where's Brunno Lubas? I don't know

who you're on about. Where's Brunno Lubas? I don't know him!

SIREN WAILS

What do you mean you don't know him? Where is he?

Look, I've told you it's the wrong address.

You've got the wrong address! I don't think so.

You've got the wrong person. It's just me and my brother.

Just calm down.

Right, what's that?

OK, so if we dry this out,

are we going to find his contact on that phone?

I don't know him. Well, he knows you!

Where is he? I have no idea who you're on about.

Put your hand down. Where is he?

Where's my little brother? Your brother is fine, all right?

He's all right. Now listen, we need to search the whole flat.

You can make this easy for us or difficult. All right?

Please, you're scaring my little brother!

calm down, Lisa! This is serious.

You've got to tell me what you know, OK?

Broken mirror, from Keating's flat, I'd wager.

Is that Brunno's blood in the bathroom?

- I told you I don't know him! - Stabbed, shot, what?

- I don't know him! - Before you answer any of this, Lisa,

you need to know

that Brunno is wanted for the murder of a police officer.

Do you understand what I'm telling you?

Just leave me alone!

This is serious, Lisa. You need to tell us everything you know.

I don't know what you're on about.

Are you taking my sister away?

Er, we just need her help with something.

If she helps you, will it make things better?

It could.

What have you got?

Cooke!

Shit.

Where have you been?

They haven't told me anything.

What the hell is going on?

What are we being protected from? Sheil...

It's all over the news. Listen...

A female officer shot dead in her own home.

Don't tell me it's Jo.

Listen, she was killed by Helena Lubas's brother.

They know who did it, they'll find him. Oh, my God.

But why, why would he kill Jo?

It doesn't matter. Look, he doesn't know which one of...

Listen, I'm going to take you to a safe house.

And what about you?

I don't believe this.

Our lives are in danger,

and, and you still can't step away from your work?

Is Jack around? No.

Can you tell me if the PM on Constable Keating has been carried out?

Can you tell me why you want to know?

Everyone thinks I leaked their names. I didn't.

But the more I think about it, the more it strikes me

who might've done.

OK, go on.

What if one of Keating's fellow officers killed her

then leaked the names to throw us off the scent?

In, say, Brunno Lubas's direction? Why would they kill her?

Because she had evidence, or suspicions,

that one of her own killed Benzal?

No, I'm sorry.

I can't discuss Constable Keating's death with you,

and... neither can Jack.

Open your mouth.

She knows more about Lubas than she's saying.

She's scared. We need leverage.

- Three guns isn't leverage? - Not in her world.

Hi, I'm sending Lisa's prints now and biking a DNA sample,

along with a bloody shard of glass from her bathroom I need you to profile.

Can we expedite?

Sure, just give me a minute to process

these three firearms and I'll get right to it.

Stop complaining.

She's 17, this girl? Apparently.

Christ. I had stuff stashed under my bed when I was 17

but nothing as exciting as that. Define "exciting".

Not a chance.

Interesting. What?

There's a fine red powder inside the barrel of every one of these guns.

Gun lending?

I know you're raising Bobby on your own

but what about putting him in danger? Hmm?

Did it start with a boyfriend?

Told you that he loved you,

just before he asked you to hold on to one of his guns?

Suppose I was good cover.

And what then, he upgraded you to lending?

Look, none of them belong to me.

I just hold on to 'em for a bit.

Pick 'em up, drop 'em off, that's it. They're not my responsibility.

And was Brunno a regular customer?

- I'm not saying any more. - That is not going to cut it with me!

Sit down! Lisa!

Come on! You have to tell me what you know.

We're talking about the murder of a police officer here!

Everyone is out there looking for him.

It's a full-scale manhunt.

You understand?

Clarissa?

Call you back.

Quick word?

Right.

Definitely Brunno's blood in her bathroom

and on the shard of glass. That's not all.

Remember we found matching unidentified female DNA

on Sakir and Sean Dyers' guns?

- It's hers? - If that's not leverage, I'm retiring.

I probably shouldn't say this.

You know, in some ways - in a lot of ways -

you're an impressive young woman.

We know your mum's inside, your dad left...

a long time ago.

Well, kids are expensive, huh?

They need crisps, and trainers, and PlayStation 4s

and where the hell are you supposed to get that kind of money from?

Your options are limited.

So the way you sell it to yourself is

whatever happens to those guns after they leave your flat

has got nothing to do with you.

You just hide them in a box for a little while, yeah?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Like I said, I don't know what happens after I drop them,

and I don't want to know.

Right, I just want to focus on two guns that DNA suggests

passed through your hands.

This one was used to shoot at a police officer. He survived.

Another man, Karim Benzal, wasn't so lucky.

He was killed with this gun, which also bears your DNA.

That one didn't come back. Maybe, like, six weeks ago.

Can you tell me who that is?

Sean. Sean Dyer.

And you knew him, what, as a gun-runner?

Who'd he work for?

Can I ask you to leave, please?

Yeah.

Help us Lisa, and we'll help you.

We will.

We're looking at possession and harbouring for now,

but we can reduce that if you're prepared to make a deal.

What kind of deal?

One where you don't get banged up and I throw away the key.

What, protection?

Yes, protection, Lisa, yes. OK?

All right? Now I'm going to ask you one more time,

who did Dyer work for?

Brunno.

Tox report's back. Blood alcohol level is...

zero.

Are you sure?

Yes. I'm sure.

You ready, Jack?

Let's do this. Right.

Lowest wound - gunshot to the right thigh.

Would've grazed the femur. Otherwise only muscle damage.

And her head was next

- to the headboard? - Yep.

Bullet hole number one concurs with approximate location of thigh.

Next, lower back.

Anything on the scan, Nikki?

Passed through the peritoneum. No immediate fatal damage.

Got it. Number two.

Next. Upper back.

Nikki?

Missed the heart by... approximately 2cm.

So, non-fatal on impact. Just.

Number three.

Then, shot to the left shoulder...

..and another to the right arm, both of them flesh wounds.

Jack?

- Nothing fatal yet? - No.

Because there's not as much blood loss as I'd expect

from any of these wounds. I know.

Looks like the fatal wound was number six.

Top of the head, Nikki.

Down through the brain stem...

coming through the neck and...

Exited out of the lower sternum.

Powder ring is 4cm.

Which means we're looking at a close-range shot.

The only bullet hole left is next to her head, not her lower sternum.

And there's no exsanguination.

There should be spatter on the headboard.

There is just a small underlying pool. No spatter at all.

If the headshot killed her, then she didn't die in this bed.

Which is why she didn't bleed heavily on the bed.

She was already dead.

So where was she killed?

I'd say she was sitting down or standing up,

given the angle of the wound.

Chair. Nothing.

Heading out.

I think I've found the bullet hole.

But no bullet.

I think we're in business.

Got it.

She was killed by the first bullet fired,

to the top of the head, just inside the front door.

She definitely didn't get a chance to put up a fight.

Back spatter, definitely consistent with the gunshot wound to the head.

So he forced his way in... Shot her straight away.

..carried her into the bedroom, staged it like a crazed killer

and cleaned up.

Brunno knows I saw the gun. He made no attempt to hide it,

so why would he need to stage the scene

- to make it look like it was him? - We've got Brunno armed at the scene,

we've got his shoe print and blood on the mirror - it's indisputable!

Let's not undo the good work we've done here.

What, so, so Brunno was fighting with himself in the hall?

Jo Keating was dead at the front door.

Look, we know that Brunno was here,

but maybe he didn't kill Keating?

Maybe he was baited here by someone else?

A third person who knew that all they had to do was leak

her address and Brunno would come running.

Yeah, I get it, it's a theory.

You can't prove a negative.

What's to say that he didn't smash the window

when he was setting up the stage in his frenzied state?

What was your response time after my call?

Nine minutes. Nine minutes.

Brunno could have made it here from the cafe in five.

Enough time for a quick kill

but definitely not enough time to stage and clean up.

That...has just put Brunno Lubas in the clear.

This person wasn't agitated or emotional.

This was a cold-blooded, efficient killer,

someone confident with guns.

Are you now saying you think it was one of her own team?

Tim Friend turned up here after you'd all gone. He was agitated.

I think he knew something.

I think he knew that it wasn't Brunno Lubas.

If the facts keep pointing to the theory...

Ah.

It was them. The day Sakir was taken down, they were all there.

They had the perfect opportunity to plant the sickle.

There were dozens of officers there.

Even if there was a third person,

there's nothing here to say it was the Firearms Division.

Look, the important thing is to find Brunno,

and if he was here and didn't kill Keating - and that's a big "if" -

then it's possible he saw who did.

Everything's going to be fine.

I hope so.

You know where I'm going to be.

Whatever you need to prove, just do it.

Can I help you?

I've come to see Jo.

Her parents will be here tomorrow.

I didn't like the idea of her lying here alone.

You know I've lost four guys since I've joined the Firearms Division.

Really?

One was killed at a bank raid.

Two invalided out with serious injuries.

And now Jo.

I hear she was decorated.

Who mourns them, eh?

Not the public, not the press,

not even members of our own force.

Recognition is important, but it's not what matters most.

That's not why you do what you do, is it?

Dobrze.

What did they say?

- Do they know I didn't do it? -No.

Did you tell them that someone was there?

- That I saw him? That he did this? - Brunno, Brunno!

They'll never believe it.

There's 5,000 euros and a passport.

You have to disappear.

I can't. You need me here.

Look, no. Is there anything else you want to tell me?

OK, the passport's a fake and there's a car outside.

You have to start again, Brunno,

start somewhere new.

Come with me. How? How? How?!

With Mama and the cafe, it's impossible!

I'm sorry.

You OK?

That's not the gun he had in his van.

Are you sure?

That's a Beretta, he had a Webley.

We're saying it's suicide, right?

No blood present on his hand.

What, shot himself at arm's length?

Powder tattooing is around 5cm in diameter.

Which means that he was shot at close range,

but the gun wasn't pressed to his skin.

We'll need to send a swab to Clarissa to establish GSR levels

but in the meantime, I want to do an old school sodium rhodizonate test.

Check for lead residue.

No, he didn't shoot himself at all.

If he'd pulled the trigger, the concentration of lead

that would have covered his hand and sleeve would be turning bright pink right now.

And that's not the gun he had in his van.

He was set up.

Yet another scene staged?

Mama.

It's Brunno.

He's dead.

Yes, thank you, I know.

- All right. - All right.

Are you going to ask me in?

Yeah, sorry. Come in.

Cheers.

Sheila not in?

No, she's away. Why?

Thought you might want to know that they found Brunno Lubas.

That's good.

Yeah, shot himself.

Really?

Evil bastard, eh?

Yeah.

Right, you can get Sheila back, safe.

Yeah, yeah. She'll be, she'll be glad about that.

Do you want a drink?

Yeah, why not? Cheers.

Right.

Results of Brunno Lubas's gunshot residue.

Only trace residue.

On his hands. He definitely didn't pull the trigger.

Now we just have to prove which of the Firearms Division did.

Hi.

Why did you call me?

What do you want?

Well, I just wanted you to let know that I didn't tell them anything.

- Nothing? - Nothing.

How close did they get?

So they just let you go?

Well, they've got me on possession.

I'm out on bail.

And you didn't mention me? No.

You're sweating?

I'm scared. I know.

Right, so what's the plan? Don't worry about that.

Well, who's going to be making the drops without Brunno?

I've got plenty of people who can do it.

I don't have to mention what harm will come to Bobby

if I find the police at my door.

I'm sorry, Julia, about Brunno.

Your brother's body's still warm.

Julia Lubas, I'm arresting you on suspicion of trafficking

and supplying illegal firearms.

You don't have to say anything but anything you do say...

The red powder I found on the guns from Lisa's flat,

it's paprika.

I'm thinking Polish stews in commercial volumes.

Served by the Lubas Cafe?

Brunno Lubas had foodstuffs in the back of his van.

Makes sense - smuggle the guns in the spices.

Two murders, that we know of, were carried out using your guns,

and no doubt that's just the beginning.

So, ready to talk?

We retrieved these guns from under Lisa's bed.

Recognise them?

They were stored in paprika,

high-grade Hungarian rose paprika, which we found in your cafe

and in the back of Brunno's van.

Is that who you really are, Julia?

Tough gun runner, doesn't give a shit about the wreckage? Huh?

If you'd told us where Brunno was,

he'd still be alive now.

That's funny.

When you moved here, your mum spent the first year cleaning, yeah?

So you wanted a better life.

I mean, was it worth it, Julia?

Do you think she's still going to want the cafe

when she finds out it's cost her two children?

Brunno's temper got him killed. OK?

And Helena, she should never have been there.

Brunno should have been, she knew nothing.

Dyer was the runner.

Brunno only gave Dyer one gun to give to Lisa.

To Lisa?

She was the other side of the drop.

She watched them shoot Helena unarmed. Then she ran.

No-one saw her.

Interview suspended.

Jack?

You know, I don't expect you to understand.

We came from a good family.

When we got here, we were treated like dirt.

No, Julia. You could have done anything.

Christ. I mean, how do we handle this?

I've never been in this situation before.

I'm going to have to go right to the top.

I mean, bloody Firearms Division?!

Lisa was there.

She said that Helena didn't have a gun in her hand

when she was shot.

She's agreed to give a full, signed statement.

Of course, the bloody CPS will doubt her credibility as a witness.

The gun lending doesn't help.

Then hopefully this will.

I've found the source of Jo Keating's address leak.

It came from a fake account set up on a proxy server

on a computer within the Firearms Division base.

I mean, effectively, a public computer -

well, accessed by the 200 or so armed cops that work there.

So, which one of the three was it?

CID investigation. Put everything down.

Stay where you are.

What have you got?

A warrant to search the premises.

What? Get out! Let's see it. Let's see this warrant.

Search the computers, lockers, check their bags,

get the car keys out, search their cars, everything.

Geoff get your coat, I'm taking you down the station.

How long you been doing this job?

Long enough.

- From where I'm standing, I'd say too long. - Where you heading with this?

How well do you know your team?

And you trust them?

All of them? With my life.

So, what would you do if I told you that we had a new witness

who disputes all three of your officers' statements in the Helena Lubas shooting?

What would you say?

I'd say you were lying.

Excuse me.

Jack?

I've just been searching Tim Friend's car.

You can't do this. Geoff, Geoff.

It's a lie! This whole thing is a lie! Leave it.

I've lost one officer this week... I know, mate. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Hi.

First off, I owe you an apology.

Second, you need to get down the station right away.

Thanks, Jack.

What's that?

It's the gun that belonged to Brunno Lubas.

The one you took off him after you killed him.

We found it in your car.

I didn't kill him.

That gun can't have been in my car. It's a mistake.

- It's impossible. - I mean, how could you?

One of your own?

I mean, nobody gets to commit 4 murders without making a mistake,

not even someone from Firearms Division, eh?

I mean, we've got everything we need.

I told you I didn't do this.

There was no gun in my car.

I didn't shoot Brunno Lubas, or Jo Keating.

You shot Helena Lubas when she was unarmed,

according to our brand-new witness,

and you're not going to get your hands on this one.

Fine. I did.

But Helena Lubas was a mistake.

A split-second decision.

I heard shots and I thought she was firing...

Off the bike!

Hands! Show me your hands!

Drop it.

Tim? Tim.

It's a girl.

Take this!

You nearly had me there,

until you got to the bit where the seriously

injured Monk gets up,

drags himself along and plants the gun.

How low can you get?

And then you find out about Karim Benzal and you killed him

- to protect yourself? - No.

- And what about Jo Keating? - No.

She was your friend. She trusted you!

I didn't kill Jo, or Karim Benzal, or Brunno Lubas.

You don't get it, do you?

I, I already told you, it was him.

- Monk, he had the gun. - I'm not going to sit here and listen

to any more of your lies.

Finding Brunno Lubas's Webley in the boot of his car

seemed pretty easy, didn't it, given how thorough he was at the scenes?

Well, he had to make a mistake some time.

Overconfident after his third, or rather fourth, kill.

Where's Jack?

Finishing off a deep search of the base. Why?

We need to call Cooke, now!

So, that's your route, we all clear?

Excellent, follow me.

Now, every situation must be approached

with one thing and one thing alone in mind -

that's how to minimise the risk of injury and loss of life.

So to minimise your loss of life,

we'll be starting today with soap bullets.

All out. Training cancelled.

Move it!

Cooke said they've got a new witness.

A girl who was there the day that Helena Lubas was shot.

There was no girl. Cooke's saying there is. Why would he lie?

Cos he's grasping at straws.

If you had a problem, you should've come to me.

I never pushed, but you always knew where I was.

So I'm asking you to tell me now. What happened?

What did the girl see?

He's my friend. I can't.

Tell me!

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Yup?

- Jack? - What's up?

We've just got some results back on the Webley.

Metabolites from the sweat we recovered in the grooves

show the usual - alcohol, nicotine, codeine,

but also traces of penicillamine.

Say again.

Traces of penicillamine.

Which locker's Monk's?

- Number 13. - Lee, can you open this?

Where is he? Monk, where is he?

Ward just kicked us out of the training room to speak to him.

Helena Lubas's hands were empty when Tim shot her.

He just... He couldn't come back from that.

Doesn't make sense.

Where did the gun in her hand come from?

Tim was nervous in the field, yeah? He carried a spare gun.

Just in case.

This day he found a use for it.

He planted it in her hand.

I think he's been killing ever since, to cover his tracks.

This is not Tim.

We're a team. First and foremost.

Strong as the weakest link.

None of us wanted to admit how weak Tim really was.

Tim was never a weak link.

I knew Jo, she was as straight as a die.

I know Tim, I've worked with him for years.

- But I've never known you. - That is not true.

What's that?

You did a pretty good clean-up on Brunno's Webley,

but not quite good enough.

You see, we found sweat in the crevices,

and in the sweat - penicillamine.

It counteracts potential lead poisoning

after a gunshot wound.

Now Tim Friend, he's never been shot and I found these in your locker.

You took the Webley from Brunno after you shot him

and planted it in Tim's car as insurance.

Or did you know he suspected you?

Don't be ridiculous.

I get it. You're working your way

through every member of Firearms Division

and now it's my turn? Tell him to get out.

You showed up at Keating's,

venting your grief, kicking the door, fighting those tears.

Why, that was... That was some performance, that.

It wasn't a performance. I loved Jo.

Oh, yeah, you loved her so much that you killed her.

She opened the door and turned her back to let you in.

She trusted you

and you shot her from behind in cold blood.

Like a coward.

SHE was the coward!

It's all about loyalty, Jack.

Do you know what it feels like when your jaw shatters?

What it's like to have your mouth wired shut for three months?

To know that...

that you will never feel the same man again?

And yet, the only thing everyone else is concerned about

is whether scum

like Helena Lubas deserved what they got.

That brush with death brings you so much closer to life

and you want to hold on to that as tight as you can.

Jack Hodgson, forensics?

It's a second chance, right?

I wasn't going to let Karim Benzal take that from me.

So you tortured and murdered an innocent man to protect yourself?

To protect the team.

Huh.

Tim made a mistake - a human error - a split-second decision

and Helena Lubas was the casualty of that.

You've murdered three people in cold blood.

And you're going to spend the rest of your second chance paying for it.

Get in there now!

All clear, stand down.

Jack? Jack!

Jack.

Jack, come on, mate!

Thank God.

What is this?

Training bullets.

Made of soap.

But why?

I couldn't be sure.

Jack.

You OK, mate? You all right? Jack?

Mama?

Mama!

Mama!

Make us a wee cup of tea, would you? Thanks.

They've reopened the Helena Lubas inquest.

Who says? Sharpe.

What the?

We would've done balloons and a banner but...

- there was no time. - Yeah, I get it.

Good luck.

- Get in the car! - In the car. Drive!

Chris Chandler and Kate Blair,

both pronounced dead by paramedics.

Single entry wound to the temple.

Two entry wounds to the throat and chest.

What we doing here, Sarge?

It's an old case.

Your sister's boyfriend, Chris, did you get on with him?

Was Chris involved in drugs?

Chris was the straightest guy you ever met.

We heard there was an altercation.

My wife of ten years is dead.

She's young. Does she know what she's doing?

Listen, I'm more than happy to... She knows what she's doing.

If we're missing a body...

The killer must've taken it from the scene.

We've been looking down the wrong end of the telescope.

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