By Any Means (2013) s01e01 Episode Script
Episode 1
1 Come back! Go! Where the hell are they? You first interviewed the prosecution witness, Mr Raymond Nash, on November 11th 2012.
Is that correct? That's correct.
And it was during that interview that you informed Mr Nash that his fingerprints had been found at the house? Yes.
And would you agree that this was the main reason why Mr Nash gave his evidence against my client? Objection! Did you ever talk to Mr Nash directly about his reasons for giving evidence against my client, Mr Mason? Like I said, we found his fingerprints.
He didn't have a lot of options.
Indeed.
Don't try that again! So you offered him a way out? A deal.
If he gave evidence against my client, any possible charges against him would be reduced.
Dropped even.
Yes.
We had some bigger fish to fry.
And you would stop at nothing to get him .
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isn't that so, Inspector? Within the law.
Get up! On your toes! You have not presented to the court a single shred of evidence to either place Mr Mason at the scene, or to establish that he was in any way connected to the events of that night.
Your entire case is founded on the evidence of a man trying to save his own skin, is it not? Open it.
Hi, how are you? Good to see you.
Excuse me, one sec.
Hello, yeah? We're just finishing up now, Nick.
You just said his name! Kill him.
Ladies and gentlemen, the prosecution have not even managed to place my client at the scene.
Indeed, we have 100 witnesses who saw him that same night at an event some 50 miles away, supporting one of his many charitable causes.
So, if they cannot show that he was there or establish a link to the events that took place, however tragic they may be, how can you possibly find him guilty? Members of the jury, you will shortly be asked to leave the court to consider your decision.
Mr Mason has asked me to read a short statement.
Although the police made a terrible mistake and showed a woeful lack of judgment in this case, it's important that we don't forget the wonderful work they all do on our behalf.
And it's also important to remember that this isn't about me.
This is about the family of that poor man Anthony Cummings.
My heart goes out to them.
All we can do is hope that the police catch whoever is responsible.
As for today, we should all be proud that justice has been done.
Hiya.
You all right? Got this, innit.
Lucky you! What, and I get to meet all the boys, yeah? After the stadium tour's over, there's a meet and greet in the boardroom.
Is it? Is it what? Nothing.
I was just saying "is it", innit.
Good.
Looks like we had a bit of trouble finding you, Jason.
Yeah, I was at my Auntie V's for a little bit, innit.
I've been having some Fed-based issues, you feel me? We feel you.
Can you just, erm, confirm your date of birth for me? 11 .
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five, '93.
That's perfect.
All right, if you follow me.
You're the last one.
Here we go.
All of them, even the manager? Jason Turner.
Jason, congratulations, mate.
What are you doing, man? You're under arrest for supporting Arsenal Football Club.
You do not have to say anything but anything you do say will be ignored.
Theft of a plasma TV, Xbox and assorted confectionery in last month's riots.
Skipped bail, three counts of assault in August, skipped bail again - quite a list.
Are you cops? It's a grey area.
Move up.
Right, in you pop, princess.
There you go, front row seats, as promised.
Away you go, mate.
Nice one.
We're not going to the Emirates, is it? You know, I'm not sure that's ethical.
What isn't? Using a man's sporting allegiance to trick him.
Very, very underhand.
They're crooks.
Worse than that, they're Gooners.
Yeah, that's a fair point.
Hello? Nicholas Mason.
It's time he realised he doesn't run London, we do.
You might.
I still can't get a parking space.
I need you to make him a priority, Jack.
This is the third trial in five years he's walked away from.
Frankly, it's embarrassing.
Mason's too clever.
Never gets his hands dirty.
He's never at the scene of his crimes, nothing he owns is in his own name.
He even plays the media to make it look like he's being persecuted.
We need to find a way to flush him out in to the open.
I take it that's the royal "we"? We also think someone's been feeding him information, so we released false intelligence and tracked it, which we think narrows it down to these two.
A DS and a DC in the Organised Crime Unit.
They were suspended this morning pending further investigation.
There's something else that may or may not be useful.
The key witness in the Cummings trial was a former employee, Raymond Nash.
He's now under 24-hour armed guard.
Mason will come after him sooner or later.
What about the other two guys Nash testified against? The ones who took the manager to the factory.
Yeah, Frank Reed and Carl Walden.
Once Mason was found not guilty, CPS thought we'd struggle to get a case against them.
So a man dies and everyone walks away like nothing happened? That's why I have you.
I want him off the streets, Jack, by any means.
So, who have we got? Nick Mason, or The Teflon Man, as the press like to call him.
A new breed of celebrity villain, even got his own PR people.
No-one's manipulated the press like this since the Krays in the '60s.
Surprise, surprise, it's a front.
Out of the public eye he's just another gangster, using violence to crush anyone who gets in his way.
The bottom line is, he sends other people to do his dirty work.
No matter how many people he hurts, how many lives he ruins, the police can't get to him.
Mason is always in the shadows, where the authorities can't touch him.
Hello? It's done.
Recently acquitted of the murder of Anthony Cummings during a raid where his family were held hostage.
Cummings was taken to his place of work, forced to open the safe and then when he'd done so, shot in the head.
The time before that, Mason was charged with ordering an assault during which one of his apes took the face off a 16-year-old girl with sulphuric acid because her father wouldn't pay protection money.
Again he was acquitted.
In all, he's walked away from three trials in five years.
Why don't we just shoot him? It's direct, it's economical on resources.
Are we allowed to kill people? No.
Oh.
I know, PC gone mad.
All right, complications.
Who are these? Detective Sergeant Christopher Henney and his DC, Charles O'Brien.
The two cops suspected of being on Mason's payroll.
Both currently under suspension.
This is Raymond Nash.
Nash gave evidence against Mason in order to save his own skin.
He's now under 24-hour armed guard.
We know Mason will go for Nash and we might be able to use that.
We need to find a way to get to Mason - something that will knock him out of his comfort zone.
So I want everything from his birth certificate to his last TV licence.
Land registry search, bank statements, credit cards, car insurances - the works.
I want round-the-clock surveillance starting five minutes ago.
I want us all over Mason.
Let's find a weakness we can exploit.
I still say it'd be quicker to shoot him.
That's plan B.
I'll leave it with you.
Where are you going? Fishing.
I'm going to see one of the bent cops, see if we can't get to him that way.
You a copper? Do I look like a copper? No.
You look like a nonce.
Give me a fiver or I'll tell my dad you touched me.
You thought about going on The Apprentice? What's that? I tell you what, watch the car and I'll give you two quid.
Fiver.
We don't do shrapnel.
All right, a fiver, but not until I get back.
You still look like a nonce.
It's all right, Nan, I've got it.
Charles O'Brien? Charlie.
No-one calls me Charles except Nan when I don't bring my washing down.
So, IPCC not got a lot on, then, have they? Sorry? I've already had one visit today and he was Dumb so, you must be Dumber? Very good.
You should think about doing stand up, now your police career's in the toilet.
My rep said I don't have to talk to you.
Oh, no, you don't.
What's that? Ten grand.
A thank you present from Mr Mason.
Do you really think I'm stupid enough to fall for a cheap trick like that? I don't know where you shop, but since when has ten grand been cheap? Are you a cop? It's a grey area.
Do you want the money or not? I bet there's not even any money in there.
That would be stupid.
OK.
But, strictly speaking, you still took the bribe.
It's toilet paper.
You didn't know, and you opened the envelope.
I opened the envelope to prove you're a horse's arse.
But you did open it, so you've as good as admitted you're working for Nicholas Mason.
No, it just means you are, in fact, a horse's arse.
And what do you mean, it's a grey area? Are you a cop or not? I want to see your badge.
Oh, I forgot it.
You what? Actually, my dog ate it.
YeahOK.
I tell you what, whoever you are, why don't you get out of my house, before I throw you out? How are we doing? We've checked credit cards statements, bank records and mobile phone bills, nothing very exciting here.
How's fishing? Ermnot sure.
'Oh, there is one thing.
Erm, TomTom hacked a voicemail on Frank Reed's phone.
'The call must've been made while Reed was on remand.
' It's from a Scottish guy called Michael Craig.
I've checked him out and he's got form for armed robbery.
'He's in town and he wants to speak to Mason about a job 'which, I'm guessing, isn't mowing his lawn.
' Anything else? Yeah, he's staying in the Sovereign Hotel.
'Do you want us to go check him out?' No, not yet.
'Leave it with me.
I'll meet you back at the ranch.
' OK.
Guess who? Michael Craig, boss.
One of Terry's boys from Glasgow.
Mr Mason.
Are you kidding? You're looking for work? Aye.
Terry said you were a horrible bastard.
The driver of a security van refused to give him the code to the internal safety grill, so henailed him to a tree and set fire to him.
Just his ankles, by the way.
He told me what I needed to know before I got to his bollocks.
Well, we can always use a man who's not afraid to get his hands dirty.
Do you drive, Michael? Whatever - drive, muscle, shooters, no shooters.
OK.
Usual place.
We may have one or two jobs in the offing.
Go back to your hotel and wait for somebody to call.
Frank, bring the car round to the front, would you? How are we doing? We're hacked into the CCTV mainframe.
There's three cameras giving us coverage of Mason's office block.
What, he's still in there? Yeah.
We've run an image check on everyone who's come in or out.
There were points when if you blew up the building, you'd cut the crime rate in the capital by 50%.
You wanted to shoot him this morning, now you want to blow him up.
Time of the month? Just asking.
You know it's a myth that women are ruled by their monthly cycle, no doubt invented by a man.
Tetchy.
Besides, it's well documented All the evidence is anecdotal.
It's men's way of explaining something they don't understand.
As in? As in the joy and mystery and glorious diverse nature of womanhood.
Joy? Yeah, and mystery.
Mason's leaving.
Can we track him? Yeah, I can try.
What about his finances? Pretty sure he's got his money stashed in some untraceable offshore accounts, but, on paper, he bears a striking resemblance to Snow White.
His mobile phone is registered in somebody else's name, he doesn't use e-mail or social networking sites.
He sweeps his office and his car twice a day for bugs and he checks everybody who visits him for recording equipment.
I mean, he's not just careful, he's obsessive.
Shit.
What? I've lost him.
OK, hang on.
Camera's out.
So was this guy a cop or what? Dunno, not for sure.
He's a northerner.
Said his name was Jack Quinn.
Could be internal affairs.
He didn't have anything, though? No, he was full of shit.
I'll ask around, see what department he's with.
Can you find Ray Nash? Frank, we're suspended.
That wasn't the question.
Can you find Ray Nash? They've got him in a safe house.
It's not going to be easy.
It's not easy putting five grand a month in your Spanish bank accounts, but we manage it.
He was gone for six minutes.
Brilliant! The one camera in the whole section and that's where he goes.
He's good, you've got to hand it to him.
So what now? OK, so surveillance isn't working.
TomTom, get us Mr Mason's address.
Let's go and see how the other half live.
Here she comes.
I'll put a track on her.
OK, I've put her number into plate recognition, it'll give us a heads up where she is.
OK.
No No This doesn't seem very scientific.
On the contrary, science .
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is all about trial and error.
See? Looks pretty hardcore.
So can you disarm it or not? All right, hang on! So he's a control freak, right? I imagine he wants everything to be at his fingertips.
Now, while hacking into his alarm system might take me days, possibly weeks.
If I can get onto his home broadband network, which should take me .
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under a minute, I can pretty much gain access to all his devices.
You've got a burglary app? Kind of.
Boom! We're in.
Done.
What? The door's still locked, I'm not Dynamo! Well, you're the lock specialist.
Yeah.
Voila.
I'm upstairs.
How old would you reckon she is? Late twenties? Never try and guess a woman's age.
I did it once and started a fight.
I'd had too much to drink or I reckon I could have taken her.
He's what, mid fifties? A 30-year age gap? Maybe she likes a man with liver spots.
Oh.
Wife is moving.
East on the High Road, looks like she's heading into town.
Nothing up there.
Safe? Yeah, jewellery and cash, official papers, car documents, all nice and neat in their own little plastic folders.
Anything? It's all very tidy here too.
Letters, tax returns, company accounts, it's all filed and cross referenced.
There's no hidden files either, although somebody watches a lot of porn.
What kind? Excuse me? It might tell us something.
So now you're a porn expert? We're looking for leverage, so finding out he likes whips or beagles or dressing up as a rabbit while someone hits him with a carrot might help.
Stop, you're grossing me out now.
Hot neighbours' wives.
Seriously? Uh-huh.
TomTom, do a search for "Johnson & Hollander", see what they do.
There's appointments here, twice a month, regular as clockwork.
Could be solicitors, dentist maybe? Well, who'd have thought? He's seeing a shrink.
And how long have you been feeling like this? Since I was nineno, ten.
I guess I remember because it was the day before my birthday.
Double figures.
Mummy said there wasn't anyone there, but I could hear them.
The "door people"? Did you see them? No, they were behind the door, they were always behind the door.
Then why didn't you open the door? Because I was frightened, I knew they were there! Mummy was lying.
Why was she lying, Dr Hollander? I could hear them.
They're there now! Now? Yes! Then why don't we open the door and see? No.
We could do it together.
No! You're safe, I promise.
Please don't leave me! No, I won't.
I can hear them laughing, I can hear them! We'll open it, very slowly.
They're round the corner.
No.
See? There's nobody there.
'Darling! Darling, just relax.
' OK? Relax and open the door.
'There's no-one here, I promise!' I saw them! 'They're gone now.
Please' You can trust me.
I'm a doctor.
No! You'll let them in! 'We won't.
' They're still there, I can hear them! 'No, that's just us.
We're here.
' What about the door people? Nobody else.
Just me and Doctor Hollander.
Why did he open the door? It's all right, I won't do it again.
'Darling, please' I'll take you home.
'There's no doors there.
' We took them all off.
Come here.
Come here.
It's OK.
You're safe now.
Perhaps we should make another appointment.
Yeah, I'll give you a call.
Thanks.
Anger management? Borderline psychotic.
Events have reduced over the years, but he's still prone to attacks with certain triggers.
What triggers? Well, the last five have involved his wife.
In August last year, he had "feelings of anger" when he thought his gardener was looking at her.
He had to lock himself in the bathroom until it passed.
Sounds like he's feeling that 30-year age gap.
Yeah.
And the last episode was three weeks ago, he found out she'd been talking to an old boyfriend on Facebook and tried to flush her iPad down the toilet.
Right, that's what we need - a bit of red mist.
See if we can make him angry and force him into making a mistake.
Yay! Let's make the violent psychopath angry! Well, we know he wants to get to Nash.
We also know he'll send somebody else to do his dirty work for him.
Maybe that's the key - we need to make him believe there's something going on between Nash and his wife.
But first, let's really piss him off, make sure he's not thinking straight.
And goes after Nash in person.
Hmm, right, so we've got a jealous, psychotic, egotistical control freak who's anal retentive about his paperwork.
How do we make him angry? TomTom? Can you hack into the government data base? My nephew could hack into the government data base.
He's 11.
Oh, that's comforting, yeah.
Right, well, do your stuff and let's piss him off.
Nice.
What the hell's going on? We had two lots of bailiffs turn up.
Non-payment of parking fines.
We've had the bank on too, they've been asked to release statements of all our accounts to the VAT.
I've just paid it! It all started with the revenue.
They said we were under investigation, hell broke loose, and phones haven't stopped.
Hello? How can we be under investigation? If the books were any cleaner, they'd be full of blank pages.
It's Karen, someone's just put a brick through a window at the house.
What?! She's going shopping again, cos she doesn't feel safe.
Hello, Princess? You don't feel safe? Hello? Just a minute.
It's the accountants, they've got a team from the Revenue down there, demanding access to all your paperwork.
Oh, yeah, yeah, I'll call you back, lock all the doors.
It's me, put them on! Hello.
Yeah, Nicholas Mason.
Ermwould you mind telling me why you're there? No, I understand, you've already explained it to them, but would you please be so kind as to explain it to me? No, I don't want to phone your office, I'm I He hung up on me.
OK, I've just put in reports that he's been fiddling his water meter and operating a terrorist cell in his garage.
Right, time for phase two.
Which is? Convince Mason that Nash is after his wife.
Get him so annoyed that he'll make a mistake.
And who's the most annoying person we know? Right, if we're not back in an hour, call 999, invite everyone to the party.
And if it does go wrong and I get killed, phone my ex wife .
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and tell her I slept with her sister, Christmas Eve 2007.
Why would you do that? Well, she was cute and we were doing shots.
Come on, let's go and pick a fight.
We've only got one shot at this.
'Somebody is behind all this.
' I don't care who it is, just find them.
Knock, knock.
Who are you? Does he obey instructions? Or am I going to need to snap an arm off and shove it up his arse? Throw him out, Frank.
My pleasure.
Do you want to die, Frank? Sit.
There we go.
And you.
Sit down, you big lump.
There's a good lad.
That's it, good boy.
Jack Quinn.
Oh, you've heard of me, that's nice.
You didn't mention your rank.
Oh, I'm sorry, how very rude.
I'm the officer in charge of putting your sorry arse in jail.
Yeah, I want to see some ID.
I forgot it.
Jess, have you got yours? No, I think I've left it in the car.
You're armed, that makes you what? Serious crime squad? Think of us as more community support officers and well, strictly speaking, it's not an official visit.
We just came to have a whip-round, didn't we, Jess? Yeah, we did.
For a man called Anthony Cummings.
Only lived round the corner from here, although I doubt you'd have even noticed him.
Kept himself to himself.
You know the kind of bloke - didn't go out much, just lived for his family.
That was until someone broke into his house and took his wife and daughter hostage.
'Forced him to go to where he worked and open the safe.
'And then, when he'd done that, they killed him.
' What kind of man would do such a thing? Worse still, what kind of scumbag would send someone else to do it? Attack a family in their own home? Women and children? Not much of a man, really, when you think about it.
Maybe someone with a tiny little brain.
Or a teeny, weeny little willy.
So, like I said, we just came in for a whip-round.
What? You think I'm scared of you? No, I think you're a moron.
All this.
It was you, innit? Yes, it was.
Have you been in my house? Yeah.
Only to throw a brick through your window.
And tomorrow, we thought we might pop by and sing a song that'll .
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get on your nerves Get on your nerves Get on your nerves We know you want to get to Raymond Nash.
And we know why.
Not just the grassing-up thing, although I am sure that must have pissed you off, but I'm talking about the other thing - the thing with your wife.
What thing with my wife? You do know that's why he was trying to get you locked up, don't you? So he can have a go on your missus? We only know about it because of this, this and all the other photos we found in his flat.
Other photos? The point is What other photos? You really don't want to know.
The point is - whether you knew or not, we know you want him.
So I'm here to tell you that to get to him, you'll have to go through me.
Is that so? Yes, that's very much so.
I'm sensing hostility, do you think we should leave, Jess? Yeah, he seems to have a lot on his mind.
See you later, Nicholas.
How was that? I think he's annoyed.
If he was going to do anything, he'd have done it by now.
Put the location of the safe house up on the police system.
What? We need to force his hand.
If Mason finds the safe house, then Jack, it's not just Nash there, there's police officers too.
Do it.
'We just leaked the location to the safe house 'where Raymond Nash is being held.
'And? 'And I thought you should know that.
So if you screw up,' you can find solace in the fact that I didn't stop you? Your job is to take Mason off the streets, Jack, but "by any means" does not give you scope to have serving police officers and witnesses under their protection murdered.
I'll try find a way to avoid that.
Please do.
We've got something for you.
We think it's worth a bonus.
I've got Nash's address, boss.
Straight from the horse's mouth.
Did you know? Know what? You spent a lot of time with him, he must have mentioned that he was lusting after my Karen.
No.
Straight up, boss, we had no idea.
Aye? 'Michael, I'm going to need you tomorrow.
' Don't say I don't give you nothing.
Thank you.
Cheers, Jess.
So, did you really sleep with your wife's sister? It's not as bad as it sounds.
Come on, then! This I've got to hear.
Jan had left me by then for some floppy-haired twat.
It's the only time in my life I've felt like Elvis.
You've lost me.
He was her karate instructor.
Ah.
So how did you find out they were seeing each other? You know, little telltale signs.
Such as? I went to the gym to meet her after her class and he had her bent over the pommel horse.
Oh.
Turned out I'd been paying him £30 an hour to shag my wife.
So what did you do? I was a bit annoyed.
I threw a punch.
Forgetting he was a karate instructor? I remembered while he was beating the crap out of me.
I crawled home and was comforted by her sister.
She'd always had a thing for me and didn't like Jan much, so Two birds, you were the stone? Hmm, I guess.
Such a romantic story.
Mason's taken the bait.
Looks like they're getting ready to move.
Right, put a call in to the safe house.
Tell them we're on our way.
I want Nash and the other officers ready to leave when we get there.
TomTom, you pick up the box.
Let's get Henney brought in too.
I appreciate you turning up at short notice.
That's all right.
So what's the deal? Just a bit of vermin control, thought it'd be right up your street.
I think you're expecting me.
Good.
Chris Henney, please come with us.
He knows I'm here, doesn't he? Just go with the police officers, sir.
You're perfectly safe.
You two! Move back! Armed police.
Stay inside, please.
I want him dead, Frank.
Understand? Dead and I want him to know it was me that sent you.
Wait! What? We're in shit.
They found out Chris went into the police computer to get the address of the safe house.
They've just picked him up.
It's a trap.
If you go down to the house now, they're going to be waiting for you! Get in the van, please, Mr Nash.
They've dispatched a security truck to pick up Nash and move him.
You're sure? Yeah.
I've got a mate in Operations, that's the reg number.
And where are they taking him? I don't know, I couldn't get an address, but Operations have got the truck headed towards Aylesbury.
From where they are now, they're going to have to take the A41.
We could cut them off, boss.
So while Nash is on the move, all the police are up at the house waiting for us to show up? Yeah, they've been needling you so you'll turn up all tooled up, ready to commit murder.
You'll get five years just for possession of a firearm.
And that Quinn? Is he at the house too? Yeah, I suppose so.
Whole thing's probably his idea.
OK, good lad.
Trying to stitch me up? Oi! Get in the back! Boss? Just drive! Drive! Out! Get out! Out! Quick! Down! On the floor! Down! Down! Down! Nash! You're a dead man! Two pairs.
Flush.
Hello, Nick.
Shall we? Be rude not to.
Armed Police.
Throw the weapon down! On the floor! Lower the weapon! Armed police, on the ground, now! Put the gun down! Guess who? Piss off, Jack.
I'm ill.
Apparently I've got man flu.
Yeah, and I'm retired, remember? You bought me a clock.
Need a little favour.
How good's your Scottish accent? Where? Room service.
I didn't order any room serv Nicholas Mason, I'm arresting you on suspicion of armed robbery.
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.
Your job is to take Mason off the streets, Jack, but "by any means" does not give you scope to have serving police officers and witnesses under their protection murdered.
I'll try and find a way to avoid that.
Please do.
Anything else? The cash from the Cummings factory raid.
You're still holding it.
Yeah.
Then I'd like to borrow it.
OK.
Then I'll need to move Nash, so you'll need to square it with the protection unit.
OK, Mr Nash, would you come with us? Ta-da! And finally, I'll need you to send the cavalry here, tomorrow.
I'll let you know what time.
But I want lights, sirens, lots of bodies.
They can be armed, but give them orders not to fire.
You'll also have to explain who we are.
Oh, that should be interesting.
Thanks.
Wait! I ain't having this! This isn't Isn't what? I've been stitched up! You're standing at the back of a security van with the doors cut open, surrounded by cash holding a shotgun.
Call me old-fashioned but I'd say that was pretty much bang to rights.
No, wait, wait.
You've got it all wrong, you've got to listen to me! I didn't know anything about the money! If you didn't know anything about the money, what are you doing here? Why don't you get out of my house? Before I throw you out.
You know, I don't actually believe that you're taking money from Mason.
It's Henney, isn't it, Charlie? And I bet he's asked you to join him.
Told you to jump on the gravy train? You don't have to be loyal to him, he's a bent cop.
Scum, the lowest of the low.
And he's trying to drag you down with him.
Now you can either let him, or you can help me.
By doing what? By giving him what he wants.
If the offer's still there.
You know, do that stuff you were talking about.
Good lad.
Jump in.
Who's this? This is Charlie, the kid I told you about.
We got suspended together.
Which means my career's screwed anyway.
I can vouch for him.
I'm telling you, I've been stitched up.
All this, it's down to them! Who? Them! See you back at the station.
You slags.
Think I don't know where you live.
You think you can hold me in here! Charlie, say hello to Stan.
Hello, son.
Keep away from this man, he's a bad influence.
What? Do you mind if I get back to my sick bed now? I'll stop by, bring you some grapes.
Please don't.
See you, Stan.
Jess.
Take care.
See you, boys.
How long will he get? Armed robbery? Firearm discharged.
20 years.
Yeah.
I hear Mason's in custody.
Yes, he is.
Evidence? More than you can shake a stick at.
And the police officers? Henney's rotten, but there's enough to convict.
What about the other one? Charlie? Yeah, he's clean.
He's a good kid.
You can keep him if you like.
Well done, Jack.
I'm innocent! Listen to me, you big lump.
I haven't done anything, I'm innocent! Yeah, yeah.
I've been fitted up here, I'm innocent! Listen to me.
Listen! I've been fitted up! I've done nothing wrong! I'm innocent! Let me out! Would I still be a policeman? Oh? Don't tell me.
It's a grey area.
We're on the right side, that's all that matters.
The end justifies the means? Every time.
I really liked being a copper, you know? It meant something.
When I was 14, I was in town with my big brother.
He'd had the speech off Mum, about taking care of me and all that.
It didn't quite run into holding my hand to cross the road, but I could tell that trust meant a lot to him.
So when a group of lads started trying to pick a fight, I knew that the only thing on his mind was to take care of me.
That was his responsibility.
They did start a fight and he put himself in front of me.
And they stabbed him 11 times.
You know what he did? He held my hand and told me "not to worry".
So you see, Charlie, that's how the world is! Whichever way you dress it up, there's good guys and bad guys.
White hats and black hats.
Just like in the films.
That's what we do, we go after the bad guys.
We go after the bad guys and take them off the street, by any means, whatever it takes, so am I a real cop? Is what I do right? Give me a call if you figure it out.
It was bang out of order, you get me? Using the red love and then spiking me with it.
You can't use football like that, it ain't right, you know? Is it? They gave me 100 hours community service! A 100 hours, guy.
For real? What is that? Like a month or something, picking up dog poo and that.
Not for me, you get me? I did 20 minutes, then I had it well away on my toes, innit.
And now my luck's changed.
Things are happening for me now.
Good things, you get me? Yeah.
I woke up this morning and guess what's on my mat? I've been chosen, innit? Hey, what for? It's a new promotion, I get a free crate of beer and all I got to do is fill in the form and tell them whether it was shit or not.
Based on what I say, they launch it to the whole country.
So happy days, innit.
So is it 24 bottles or 24 cans? Cos the cans are much heavier, innit? That's if they're the 440mls, yeah, not that that's a problem, cos I got my boy to help out, though maybe we can just drink a few to ease the load, you get me? Hey, we could give you instant feedback, innit? Aw, man! Hello, Jason! You did it again, is it? Kimmy.
Kimberley Brooks, she worked as a legal secretary in the chambers of Judge Peter Hopkins.
and her body was found in the boot of his car He's been set up.
By who? Joseph Tyrus.
This guy is good.
So we're going to have to be just as smart to catch him.
A father shouldn't have to bury his daughter.
You put me in a cell with that animal and I'll show you what punishment is.
I'm buying you lunch.
Pick a restaurant.
Whatever you want to eat, that's fine by me.
I've done field work before, guys.
Not like this.
You'll not only free an innocent man, But get the real killer convicted.
He saw who did it.
Don't screw me around, Jack.
You don't know what you're dealing with.
Is that correct? That's correct.
And it was during that interview that you informed Mr Nash that his fingerprints had been found at the house? Yes.
And would you agree that this was the main reason why Mr Nash gave his evidence against my client? Objection! Did you ever talk to Mr Nash directly about his reasons for giving evidence against my client, Mr Mason? Like I said, we found his fingerprints.
He didn't have a lot of options.
Indeed.
Don't try that again! So you offered him a way out? A deal.
If he gave evidence against my client, any possible charges against him would be reduced.
Dropped even.
Yes.
We had some bigger fish to fry.
And you would stop at nothing to get him .
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isn't that so, Inspector? Within the law.
Get up! On your toes! You have not presented to the court a single shred of evidence to either place Mr Mason at the scene, or to establish that he was in any way connected to the events of that night.
Your entire case is founded on the evidence of a man trying to save his own skin, is it not? Open it.
Hi, how are you? Good to see you.
Excuse me, one sec.
Hello, yeah? We're just finishing up now, Nick.
You just said his name! Kill him.
Ladies and gentlemen, the prosecution have not even managed to place my client at the scene.
Indeed, we have 100 witnesses who saw him that same night at an event some 50 miles away, supporting one of his many charitable causes.
So, if they cannot show that he was there or establish a link to the events that took place, however tragic they may be, how can you possibly find him guilty? Members of the jury, you will shortly be asked to leave the court to consider your decision.
Mr Mason has asked me to read a short statement.
Although the police made a terrible mistake and showed a woeful lack of judgment in this case, it's important that we don't forget the wonderful work they all do on our behalf.
And it's also important to remember that this isn't about me.
This is about the family of that poor man Anthony Cummings.
My heart goes out to them.
All we can do is hope that the police catch whoever is responsible.
As for today, we should all be proud that justice has been done.
Hiya.
You all right? Got this, innit.
Lucky you! What, and I get to meet all the boys, yeah? After the stadium tour's over, there's a meet and greet in the boardroom.
Is it? Is it what? Nothing.
I was just saying "is it", innit.
Good.
Looks like we had a bit of trouble finding you, Jason.
Yeah, I was at my Auntie V's for a little bit, innit.
I've been having some Fed-based issues, you feel me? We feel you.
Can you just, erm, confirm your date of birth for me? 11 .
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five, '93.
That's perfect.
All right, if you follow me.
You're the last one.
Here we go.
All of them, even the manager? Jason Turner.
Jason, congratulations, mate.
What are you doing, man? You're under arrest for supporting Arsenal Football Club.
You do not have to say anything but anything you do say will be ignored.
Theft of a plasma TV, Xbox and assorted confectionery in last month's riots.
Skipped bail, three counts of assault in August, skipped bail again - quite a list.
Are you cops? It's a grey area.
Move up.
Right, in you pop, princess.
There you go, front row seats, as promised.
Away you go, mate.
Nice one.
We're not going to the Emirates, is it? You know, I'm not sure that's ethical.
What isn't? Using a man's sporting allegiance to trick him.
Very, very underhand.
They're crooks.
Worse than that, they're Gooners.
Yeah, that's a fair point.
Hello? Nicholas Mason.
It's time he realised he doesn't run London, we do.
You might.
I still can't get a parking space.
I need you to make him a priority, Jack.
This is the third trial in five years he's walked away from.
Frankly, it's embarrassing.
Mason's too clever.
Never gets his hands dirty.
He's never at the scene of his crimes, nothing he owns is in his own name.
He even plays the media to make it look like he's being persecuted.
We need to find a way to flush him out in to the open.
I take it that's the royal "we"? We also think someone's been feeding him information, so we released false intelligence and tracked it, which we think narrows it down to these two.
A DS and a DC in the Organised Crime Unit.
They were suspended this morning pending further investigation.
There's something else that may or may not be useful.
The key witness in the Cummings trial was a former employee, Raymond Nash.
He's now under 24-hour armed guard.
Mason will come after him sooner or later.
What about the other two guys Nash testified against? The ones who took the manager to the factory.
Yeah, Frank Reed and Carl Walden.
Once Mason was found not guilty, CPS thought we'd struggle to get a case against them.
So a man dies and everyone walks away like nothing happened? That's why I have you.
I want him off the streets, Jack, by any means.
So, who have we got? Nick Mason, or The Teflon Man, as the press like to call him.
A new breed of celebrity villain, even got his own PR people.
No-one's manipulated the press like this since the Krays in the '60s.
Surprise, surprise, it's a front.
Out of the public eye he's just another gangster, using violence to crush anyone who gets in his way.
The bottom line is, he sends other people to do his dirty work.
No matter how many people he hurts, how many lives he ruins, the police can't get to him.
Mason is always in the shadows, where the authorities can't touch him.
Hello? It's done.
Recently acquitted of the murder of Anthony Cummings during a raid where his family were held hostage.
Cummings was taken to his place of work, forced to open the safe and then when he'd done so, shot in the head.
The time before that, Mason was charged with ordering an assault during which one of his apes took the face off a 16-year-old girl with sulphuric acid because her father wouldn't pay protection money.
Again he was acquitted.
In all, he's walked away from three trials in five years.
Why don't we just shoot him? It's direct, it's economical on resources.
Are we allowed to kill people? No.
Oh.
I know, PC gone mad.
All right, complications.
Who are these? Detective Sergeant Christopher Henney and his DC, Charles O'Brien.
The two cops suspected of being on Mason's payroll.
Both currently under suspension.
This is Raymond Nash.
Nash gave evidence against Mason in order to save his own skin.
He's now under 24-hour armed guard.
We know Mason will go for Nash and we might be able to use that.
We need to find a way to get to Mason - something that will knock him out of his comfort zone.
So I want everything from his birth certificate to his last TV licence.
Land registry search, bank statements, credit cards, car insurances - the works.
I want round-the-clock surveillance starting five minutes ago.
I want us all over Mason.
Let's find a weakness we can exploit.
I still say it'd be quicker to shoot him.
That's plan B.
I'll leave it with you.
Where are you going? Fishing.
I'm going to see one of the bent cops, see if we can't get to him that way.
You a copper? Do I look like a copper? No.
You look like a nonce.
Give me a fiver or I'll tell my dad you touched me.
You thought about going on The Apprentice? What's that? I tell you what, watch the car and I'll give you two quid.
Fiver.
We don't do shrapnel.
All right, a fiver, but not until I get back.
You still look like a nonce.
It's all right, Nan, I've got it.
Charles O'Brien? Charlie.
No-one calls me Charles except Nan when I don't bring my washing down.
So, IPCC not got a lot on, then, have they? Sorry? I've already had one visit today and he was Dumb so, you must be Dumber? Very good.
You should think about doing stand up, now your police career's in the toilet.
My rep said I don't have to talk to you.
Oh, no, you don't.
What's that? Ten grand.
A thank you present from Mr Mason.
Do you really think I'm stupid enough to fall for a cheap trick like that? I don't know where you shop, but since when has ten grand been cheap? Are you a cop? It's a grey area.
Do you want the money or not? I bet there's not even any money in there.
That would be stupid.
OK.
But, strictly speaking, you still took the bribe.
It's toilet paper.
You didn't know, and you opened the envelope.
I opened the envelope to prove you're a horse's arse.
But you did open it, so you've as good as admitted you're working for Nicholas Mason.
No, it just means you are, in fact, a horse's arse.
And what do you mean, it's a grey area? Are you a cop or not? I want to see your badge.
Oh, I forgot it.
You what? Actually, my dog ate it.
YeahOK.
I tell you what, whoever you are, why don't you get out of my house, before I throw you out? How are we doing? We've checked credit cards statements, bank records and mobile phone bills, nothing very exciting here.
How's fishing? Ermnot sure.
'Oh, there is one thing.
Erm, TomTom hacked a voicemail on Frank Reed's phone.
'The call must've been made while Reed was on remand.
' It's from a Scottish guy called Michael Craig.
I've checked him out and he's got form for armed robbery.
'He's in town and he wants to speak to Mason about a job 'which, I'm guessing, isn't mowing his lawn.
' Anything else? Yeah, he's staying in the Sovereign Hotel.
'Do you want us to go check him out?' No, not yet.
'Leave it with me.
I'll meet you back at the ranch.
' OK.
Guess who? Michael Craig, boss.
One of Terry's boys from Glasgow.
Mr Mason.
Are you kidding? You're looking for work? Aye.
Terry said you were a horrible bastard.
The driver of a security van refused to give him the code to the internal safety grill, so henailed him to a tree and set fire to him.
Just his ankles, by the way.
He told me what I needed to know before I got to his bollocks.
Well, we can always use a man who's not afraid to get his hands dirty.
Do you drive, Michael? Whatever - drive, muscle, shooters, no shooters.
OK.
Usual place.
We may have one or two jobs in the offing.
Go back to your hotel and wait for somebody to call.
Frank, bring the car round to the front, would you? How are we doing? We're hacked into the CCTV mainframe.
There's three cameras giving us coverage of Mason's office block.
What, he's still in there? Yeah.
We've run an image check on everyone who's come in or out.
There were points when if you blew up the building, you'd cut the crime rate in the capital by 50%.
You wanted to shoot him this morning, now you want to blow him up.
Time of the month? Just asking.
You know it's a myth that women are ruled by their monthly cycle, no doubt invented by a man.
Tetchy.
Besides, it's well documented All the evidence is anecdotal.
It's men's way of explaining something they don't understand.
As in? As in the joy and mystery and glorious diverse nature of womanhood.
Joy? Yeah, and mystery.
Mason's leaving.
Can we track him? Yeah, I can try.
What about his finances? Pretty sure he's got his money stashed in some untraceable offshore accounts, but, on paper, he bears a striking resemblance to Snow White.
His mobile phone is registered in somebody else's name, he doesn't use e-mail or social networking sites.
He sweeps his office and his car twice a day for bugs and he checks everybody who visits him for recording equipment.
I mean, he's not just careful, he's obsessive.
Shit.
What? I've lost him.
OK, hang on.
Camera's out.
So was this guy a cop or what? Dunno, not for sure.
He's a northerner.
Said his name was Jack Quinn.
Could be internal affairs.
He didn't have anything, though? No, he was full of shit.
I'll ask around, see what department he's with.
Can you find Ray Nash? Frank, we're suspended.
That wasn't the question.
Can you find Ray Nash? They've got him in a safe house.
It's not going to be easy.
It's not easy putting five grand a month in your Spanish bank accounts, but we manage it.
He was gone for six minutes.
Brilliant! The one camera in the whole section and that's where he goes.
He's good, you've got to hand it to him.
So what now? OK, so surveillance isn't working.
TomTom, get us Mr Mason's address.
Let's go and see how the other half live.
Here she comes.
I'll put a track on her.
OK, I've put her number into plate recognition, it'll give us a heads up where she is.
OK.
No No This doesn't seem very scientific.
On the contrary, science .
.
is all about trial and error.
See? Looks pretty hardcore.
So can you disarm it or not? All right, hang on! So he's a control freak, right? I imagine he wants everything to be at his fingertips.
Now, while hacking into his alarm system might take me days, possibly weeks.
If I can get onto his home broadband network, which should take me .
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under a minute, I can pretty much gain access to all his devices.
You've got a burglary app? Kind of.
Boom! We're in.
Done.
What? The door's still locked, I'm not Dynamo! Well, you're the lock specialist.
Yeah.
Voila.
I'm upstairs.
How old would you reckon she is? Late twenties? Never try and guess a woman's age.
I did it once and started a fight.
I'd had too much to drink or I reckon I could have taken her.
He's what, mid fifties? A 30-year age gap? Maybe she likes a man with liver spots.
Oh.
Wife is moving.
East on the High Road, looks like she's heading into town.
Nothing up there.
Safe? Yeah, jewellery and cash, official papers, car documents, all nice and neat in their own little plastic folders.
Anything? It's all very tidy here too.
Letters, tax returns, company accounts, it's all filed and cross referenced.
There's no hidden files either, although somebody watches a lot of porn.
What kind? Excuse me? It might tell us something.
So now you're a porn expert? We're looking for leverage, so finding out he likes whips or beagles or dressing up as a rabbit while someone hits him with a carrot might help.
Stop, you're grossing me out now.
Hot neighbours' wives.
Seriously? Uh-huh.
TomTom, do a search for "Johnson & Hollander", see what they do.
There's appointments here, twice a month, regular as clockwork.
Could be solicitors, dentist maybe? Well, who'd have thought? He's seeing a shrink.
And how long have you been feeling like this? Since I was nineno, ten.
I guess I remember because it was the day before my birthday.
Double figures.
Mummy said there wasn't anyone there, but I could hear them.
The "door people"? Did you see them? No, they were behind the door, they were always behind the door.
Then why didn't you open the door? Because I was frightened, I knew they were there! Mummy was lying.
Why was she lying, Dr Hollander? I could hear them.
They're there now! Now? Yes! Then why don't we open the door and see? No.
We could do it together.
No! You're safe, I promise.
Please don't leave me! No, I won't.
I can hear them laughing, I can hear them! We'll open it, very slowly.
They're round the corner.
No.
See? There's nobody there.
'Darling! Darling, just relax.
' OK? Relax and open the door.
'There's no-one here, I promise!' I saw them! 'They're gone now.
Please' You can trust me.
I'm a doctor.
No! You'll let them in! 'We won't.
' They're still there, I can hear them! 'No, that's just us.
We're here.
' What about the door people? Nobody else.
Just me and Doctor Hollander.
Why did he open the door? It's all right, I won't do it again.
'Darling, please' I'll take you home.
'There's no doors there.
' We took them all off.
Come here.
Come here.
It's OK.
You're safe now.
Perhaps we should make another appointment.
Yeah, I'll give you a call.
Thanks.
Anger management? Borderline psychotic.
Events have reduced over the years, but he's still prone to attacks with certain triggers.
What triggers? Well, the last five have involved his wife.
In August last year, he had "feelings of anger" when he thought his gardener was looking at her.
He had to lock himself in the bathroom until it passed.
Sounds like he's feeling that 30-year age gap.
Yeah.
And the last episode was three weeks ago, he found out she'd been talking to an old boyfriend on Facebook and tried to flush her iPad down the toilet.
Right, that's what we need - a bit of red mist.
See if we can make him angry and force him into making a mistake.
Yay! Let's make the violent psychopath angry! Well, we know he wants to get to Nash.
We also know he'll send somebody else to do his dirty work for him.
Maybe that's the key - we need to make him believe there's something going on between Nash and his wife.
But first, let's really piss him off, make sure he's not thinking straight.
And goes after Nash in person.
Hmm, right, so we've got a jealous, psychotic, egotistical control freak who's anal retentive about his paperwork.
How do we make him angry? TomTom? Can you hack into the government data base? My nephew could hack into the government data base.
He's 11.
Oh, that's comforting, yeah.
Right, well, do your stuff and let's piss him off.
Nice.
What the hell's going on? We had two lots of bailiffs turn up.
Non-payment of parking fines.
We've had the bank on too, they've been asked to release statements of all our accounts to the VAT.
I've just paid it! It all started with the revenue.
They said we were under investigation, hell broke loose, and phones haven't stopped.
Hello? How can we be under investigation? If the books were any cleaner, they'd be full of blank pages.
It's Karen, someone's just put a brick through a window at the house.
What?! She's going shopping again, cos she doesn't feel safe.
Hello, Princess? You don't feel safe? Hello? Just a minute.
It's the accountants, they've got a team from the Revenue down there, demanding access to all your paperwork.
Oh, yeah, yeah, I'll call you back, lock all the doors.
It's me, put them on! Hello.
Yeah, Nicholas Mason.
Ermwould you mind telling me why you're there? No, I understand, you've already explained it to them, but would you please be so kind as to explain it to me? No, I don't want to phone your office, I'm I He hung up on me.
OK, I've just put in reports that he's been fiddling his water meter and operating a terrorist cell in his garage.
Right, time for phase two.
Which is? Convince Mason that Nash is after his wife.
Get him so annoyed that he'll make a mistake.
And who's the most annoying person we know? Right, if we're not back in an hour, call 999, invite everyone to the party.
And if it does go wrong and I get killed, phone my ex wife .
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and tell her I slept with her sister, Christmas Eve 2007.
Why would you do that? Well, she was cute and we were doing shots.
Come on, let's go and pick a fight.
We've only got one shot at this.
'Somebody is behind all this.
' I don't care who it is, just find them.
Knock, knock.
Who are you? Does he obey instructions? Or am I going to need to snap an arm off and shove it up his arse? Throw him out, Frank.
My pleasure.
Do you want to die, Frank? Sit.
There we go.
And you.
Sit down, you big lump.
There's a good lad.
That's it, good boy.
Jack Quinn.
Oh, you've heard of me, that's nice.
You didn't mention your rank.
Oh, I'm sorry, how very rude.
I'm the officer in charge of putting your sorry arse in jail.
Yeah, I want to see some ID.
I forgot it.
Jess, have you got yours? No, I think I've left it in the car.
You're armed, that makes you what? Serious crime squad? Think of us as more community support officers and well, strictly speaking, it's not an official visit.
We just came to have a whip-round, didn't we, Jess? Yeah, we did.
For a man called Anthony Cummings.
Only lived round the corner from here, although I doubt you'd have even noticed him.
Kept himself to himself.
You know the kind of bloke - didn't go out much, just lived for his family.
That was until someone broke into his house and took his wife and daughter hostage.
'Forced him to go to where he worked and open the safe.
'And then, when he'd done that, they killed him.
' What kind of man would do such a thing? Worse still, what kind of scumbag would send someone else to do it? Attack a family in their own home? Women and children? Not much of a man, really, when you think about it.
Maybe someone with a tiny little brain.
Or a teeny, weeny little willy.
So, like I said, we just came in for a whip-round.
What? You think I'm scared of you? No, I think you're a moron.
All this.
It was you, innit? Yes, it was.
Have you been in my house? Yeah.
Only to throw a brick through your window.
And tomorrow, we thought we might pop by and sing a song that'll .
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get on your nerves Get on your nerves Get on your nerves We know you want to get to Raymond Nash.
And we know why.
Not just the grassing-up thing, although I am sure that must have pissed you off, but I'm talking about the other thing - the thing with your wife.
What thing with my wife? You do know that's why he was trying to get you locked up, don't you? So he can have a go on your missus? We only know about it because of this, this and all the other photos we found in his flat.
Other photos? The point is What other photos? You really don't want to know.
The point is - whether you knew or not, we know you want him.
So I'm here to tell you that to get to him, you'll have to go through me.
Is that so? Yes, that's very much so.
I'm sensing hostility, do you think we should leave, Jess? Yeah, he seems to have a lot on his mind.
See you later, Nicholas.
How was that? I think he's annoyed.
If he was going to do anything, he'd have done it by now.
Put the location of the safe house up on the police system.
What? We need to force his hand.
If Mason finds the safe house, then Jack, it's not just Nash there, there's police officers too.
Do it.
'We just leaked the location to the safe house 'where Raymond Nash is being held.
'And? 'And I thought you should know that.
So if you screw up,' you can find solace in the fact that I didn't stop you? Your job is to take Mason off the streets, Jack, but "by any means" does not give you scope to have serving police officers and witnesses under their protection murdered.
I'll try find a way to avoid that.
Please do.
We've got something for you.
We think it's worth a bonus.
I've got Nash's address, boss.
Straight from the horse's mouth.
Did you know? Know what? You spent a lot of time with him, he must have mentioned that he was lusting after my Karen.
No.
Straight up, boss, we had no idea.
Aye? 'Michael, I'm going to need you tomorrow.
' Don't say I don't give you nothing.
Thank you.
Cheers, Jess.
So, did you really sleep with your wife's sister? It's not as bad as it sounds.
Come on, then! This I've got to hear.
Jan had left me by then for some floppy-haired twat.
It's the only time in my life I've felt like Elvis.
You've lost me.
He was her karate instructor.
Ah.
So how did you find out they were seeing each other? You know, little telltale signs.
Such as? I went to the gym to meet her after her class and he had her bent over the pommel horse.
Oh.
Turned out I'd been paying him £30 an hour to shag my wife.
So what did you do? I was a bit annoyed.
I threw a punch.
Forgetting he was a karate instructor? I remembered while he was beating the crap out of me.
I crawled home and was comforted by her sister.
She'd always had a thing for me and didn't like Jan much, so Two birds, you were the stone? Hmm, I guess.
Such a romantic story.
Mason's taken the bait.
Looks like they're getting ready to move.
Right, put a call in to the safe house.
Tell them we're on our way.
I want Nash and the other officers ready to leave when we get there.
TomTom, you pick up the box.
Let's get Henney brought in too.
I appreciate you turning up at short notice.
That's all right.
So what's the deal? Just a bit of vermin control, thought it'd be right up your street.
I think you're expecting me.
Good.
Chris Henney, please come with us.
He knows I'm here, doesn't he? Just go with the police officers, sir.
You're perfectly safe.
You two! Move back! Armed police.
Stay inside, please.
I want him dead, Frank.
Understand? Dead and I want him to know it was me that sent you.
Wait! What? We're in shit.
They found out Chris went into the police computer to get the address of the safe house.
They've just picked him up.
It's a trap.
If you go down to the house now, they're going to be waiting for you! Get in the van, please, Mr Nash.
They've dispatched a security truck to pick up Nash and move him.
You're sure? Yeah.
I've got a mate in Operations, that's the reg number.
And where are they taking him? I don't know, I couldn't get an address, but Operations have got the truck headed towards Aylesbury.
From where they are now, they're going to have to take the A41.
We could cut them off, boss.
So while Nash is on the move, all the police are up at the house waiting for us to show up? Yeah, they've been needling you so you'll turn up all tooled up, ready to commit murder.
You'll get five years just for possession of a firearm.
And that Quinn? Is he at the house too? Yeah, I suppose so.
Whole thing's probably his idea.
OK, good lad.
Trying to stitch me up? Oi! Get in the back! Boss? Just drive! Drive! Out! Get out! Out! Quick! Down! On the floor! Down! Down! Down! Nash! You're a dead man! Two pairs.
Flush.
Hello, Nick.
Shall we? Be rude not to.
Armed Police.
Throw the weapon down! On the floor! Lower the weapon! Armed police, on the ground, now! Put the gun down! Guess who? Piss off, Jack.
I'm ill.
Apparently I've got man flu.
Yeah, and I'm retired, remember? You bought me a clock.
Need a little favour.
How good's your Scottish accent? Where? Room service.
I didn't order any room serv Nicholas Mason, I'm arresting you on suspicion of armed robbery.
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.
Your job is to take Mason off the streets, Jack, but "by any means" does not give you scope to have serving police officers and witnesses under their protection murdered.
I'll try and find a way to avoid that.
Please do.
Anything else? The cash from the Cummings factory raid.
You're still holding it.
Yeah.
Then I'd like to borrow it.
OK.
Then I'll need to move Nash, so you'll need to square it with the protection unit.
OK, Mr Nash, would you come with us? Ta-da! And finally, I'll need you to send the cavalry here, tomorrow.
I'll let you know what time.
But I want lights, sirens, lots of bodies.
They can be armed, but give them orders not to fire.
You'll also have to explain who we are.
Oh, that should be interesting.
Thanks.
Wait! I ain't having this! This isn't Isn't what? I've been stitched up! You're standing at the back of a security van with the doors cut open, surrounded by cash holding a shotgun.
Call me old-fashioned but I'd say that was pretty much bang to rights.
No, wait, wait.
You've got it all wrong, you've got to listen to me! I didn't know anything about the money! If you didn't know anything about the money, what are you doing here? Why don't you get out of my house? Before I throw you out.
You know, I don't actually believe that you're taking money from Mason.
It's Henney, isn't it, Charlie? And I bet he's asked you to join him.
Told you to jump on the gravy train? You don't have to be loyal to him, he's a bent cop.
Scum, the lowest of the low.
And he's trying to drag you down with him.
Now you can either let him, or you can help me.
By doing what? By giving him what he wants.
If the offer's still there.
You know, do that stuff you were talking about.
Good lad.
Jump in.
Who's this? This is Charlie, the kid I told you about.
We got suspended together.
Which means my career's screwed anyway.
I can vouch for him.
I'm telling you, I've been stitched up.
All this, it's down to them! Who? Them! See you back at the station.
You slags.
Think I don't know where you live.
You think you can hold me in here! Charlie, say hello to Stan.
Hello, son.
Keep away from this man, he's a bad influence.
What? Do you mind if I get back to my sick bed now? I'll stop by, bring you some grapes.
Please don't.
See you, Stan.
Jess.
Take care.
See you, boys.
How long will he get? Armed robbery? Firearm discharged.
20 years.
Yeah.
I hear Mason's in custody.
Yes, he is.
Evidence? More than you can shake a stick at.
And the police officers? Henney's rotten, but there's enough to convict.
What about the other one? Charlie? Yeah, he's clean.
He's a good kid.
You can keep him if you like.
Well done, Jack.
I'm innocent! Listen to me, you big lump.
I haven't done anything, I'm innocent! Yeah, yeah.
I've been fitted up here, I'm innocent! Listen to me.
Listen! I've been fitted up! I've done nothing wrong! I'm innocent! Let me out! Would I still be a policeman? Oh? Don't tell me.
It's a grey area.
We're on the right side, that's all that matters.
The end justifies the means? Every time.
I really liked being a copper, you know? It meant something.
When I was 14, I was in town with my big brother.
He'd had the speech off Mum, about taking care of me and all that.
It didn't quite run into holding my hand to cross the road, but I could tell that trust meant a lot to him.
So when a group of lads started trying to pick a fight, I knew that the only thing on his mind was to take care of me.
That was his responsibility.
They did start a fight and he put himself in front of me.
And they stabbed him 11 times.
You know what he did? He held my hand and told me "not to worry".
So you see, Charlie, that's how the world is! Whichever way you dress it up, there's good guys and bad guys.
White hats and black hats.
Just like in the films.
That's what we do, we go after the bad guys.
We go after the bad guys and take them off the street, by any means, whatever it takes, so am I a real cop? Is what I do right? Give me a call if you figure it out.
It was bang out of order, you get me? Using the red love and then spiking me with it.
You can't use football like that, it ain't right, you know? Is it? They gave me 100 hours community service! A 100 hours, guy.
For real? What is that? Like a month or something, picking up dog poo and that.
Not for me, you get me? I did 20 minutes, then I had it well away on my toes, innit.
And now my luck's changed.
Things are happening for me now.
Good things, you get me? Yeah.
I woke up this morning and guess what's on my mat? I've been chosen, innit? Hey, what for? It's a new promotion, I get a free crate of beer and all I got to do is fill in the form and tell them whether it was shit or not.
Based on what I say, they launch it to the whole country.
So happy days, innit.
So is it 24 bottles or 24 cans? Cos the cans are much heavier, innit? That's if they're the 440mls, yeah, not that that's a problem, cos I got my boy to help out, though maybe we can just drink a few to ease the load, you get me? Hey, we could give you instant feedback, innit? Aw, man! Hello, Jason! You did it again, is it? Kimmy.
Kimberley Brooks, she worked as a legal secretary in the chambers of Judge Peter Hopkins.
and her body was found in the boot of his car He's been set up.
By who? Joseph Tyrus.
This guy is good.
So we're going to have to be just as smart to catch him.
A father shouldn't have to bury his daughter.
You put me in a cell with that animal and I'll show you what punishment is.
I'm buying you lunch.
Pick a restaurant.
Whatever you want to eat, that's fine by me.
I've done field work before, guys.
Not like this.
You'll not only free an innocent man, But get the real killer convicted.
He saw who did it.
Don't screw me around, Jack.
You don't know what you're dealing with.