Unforgotten (2015) s04e06 Episode Script

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'All We Do'
by Oh Wonder
Where have you been?
Excuse me. DI Khan.
I'm looking for a woman brought in.
She was involved in an RTC.
What will we say to the kids?
Maybe enough
has been said already.
Maybe now we just wait.
Hello?
'Hey, is that Adam?'
'Yep.'
Hi, Adam. It's Sunny Khan here.
Oh, yeah, yeah! Hey, Sunny.
Er, listen your mum has been
involved in an accident in her car.
'She's at Whitford General.
You should probably get down here.'
Circulation? Patient stable.
Happy to go straight to CT.
Sue?
Got traction on this fracture,
good cap refill,
and I've got a pedal pulse.
OK, pupils are sluggish.
One, or both? One.
Let's get her to CT.
Could be a bleed.
Where did you go?
I needed some space.
Hey.
Oh, my God!
Lizzie, what's happened?
You OK?
Do you have any idea
of what happened?
No. They've got one witness
who was a hundred yards away.
Didn't really see it,
just heard the smash.
The other vehicle
apparently drove away.
They're checking for CCTV right now.
And she was OK when she left you?
I mean, she
You don't think she could've?
She wouldn't have done this?
She was fine.
She She looked tired,
she was distracted, but
And then, one night,
it was right at the end
of my training
..I made a terrible mistake.
It happened in the blink of an eye,
but it changed my life forever.
So that
..shame and
..guilt and fear
sat inside me for
..nearly three decades.
And it it stopped me
from doing so many things, Jan.
It stopped me
getting close to people,
it stopped me living a life,
until, in the end,
all I had was my job.
And I'm telling you this
..because I want you to know
that you changed all that.
However you did it,
you allowed me
to forget my past.
You allowed me to stop running.
To slow down.
To live.
And to love.
Except now
..I have to tell you
who I really am.
Mr Hughes.
Martin, please. Where is she?
I'll take you up.
Hey, Adam.
Hey.
OK, can you fast bleep the neuros,
please? Yeah, sure.
I think they're gonna come for me.
Today or tomorrow or the day after,
but they'll come,
because the others
will be saying it was me.
Maybe they even believe it was.
And I'll fight them.
I'll do everything to prove
that I didn't kill anyone
because I didn't.
But I'm tired, Anna.
I feel like I've been fighting
all my life,
and I'm so tired that maybe,
this time, I won't win.
Which means that they might,
and I'll go to prison.
And, er
..I have to tell you this
so that you, or we,
can make a decision
based on how things might turn out.
And I'm so sorry for that.
So we're preparing her
for surgery right now,
and it's an involved operation.
But we have one of the best
neuro teams in the world here,
so she's in absolutely
the best place she could be.
Would you marry me, Sal?
You serious?
Completely. Would you?
Yeah.
Yeah, I would.
So, the way I've been feeling,
the struggle
..it's about me. Could I be happy?
And I can't rationalise it,
but in the last day or so,
when I've thought about him,
I have started to feel that.
I know there might be
physical issues, maybe serious ones,
and I know there will be times when
it is hard, but all kids are hard.
Right now,
I've stopped thinking of him
as a baby with Down's syndrome,
and I've started to think of him
as our baby.
So, no matter what happens
with you
..turns out I've started
to fall in love with him, too.
Hey.
Hey.
Where is she?
She's just gone in.
To surgery?
Yeah.
Right, OK.
Wow.
Yeah
Hey.
Hey.
So, she's out.
Of surgery?
Yeah. Spoke to one of the nurses.
So she's on her way up to ICU,
and the nurse thinks it went OK.
Really?
Yeah.
I mean, he said, obviously,
we have to speak to the consultant,
but he thinks it went really well.
Can we go and see her?
He's just checking now.
I said I'd go back up
in ten minutes.
OK.
OK, I'll, erm I'll let Dan know.
He's about to get a flight.
But, sorry, just to be clear -
you genuinely think it's possible
one of your suspects
might've done this?
Well, I mean,
that would be nuts, obviously,
but suspects sometimes do
nuts things, so if I were you,
I'd be asking them
where they were when she was hit.
'I'd be looking at their cars,
if it was stolen'
I'd be looking at their prints,
clothes fibres, the lot.
I'm on it.
OK, guys,
could I have a moment, please?
It's the one thing I can be sure
she'd want us to be doing right now,
is carrying on with our jobs
and doing every thing we can
to find Matthew's killer.
And, as ever
..I can see no good reason
to go against her wishes.
OK, Fran, what have you got?
Hi. Er, Clive, is it?
Yes.
Hello, Uncle Clive.
We've never met,
but I'm your nephew, Jerome.
Dean Barton/Quinn's brother,
Stephen Quinn, died in August 1989.
He was four years older than Dean.
Found in the street
with a fatal knife wound.
No-one ever arrested,
no witnesses,
although the original report
suggests the Quinns
had a good idea who was to blame,
they closed ranks.
Where did the attack take place?
Ellerfield Road, Colindale,
near where they lived at the time.
Why does that ring a bell?
I dunno. It'll come. Anything else?
Oh, just anecdotal stuff
from the door-to-doors,
that Stephen was not like
the other brothers.
A quiet lad, academic,
not a fighter at all,
so it was an odd one.
OK, thank you.
Good detail. Er, Murray?
So, Dean Barton
has a number of accounts -
three business,
one personal joint with his wife.
And three others -
bills, current and for savings,
and there was nothing of interest
in any of them.
OK.
Then I found one other account
listed with his,
but not in his name.
Now, that account is in the name
of "Georgie Graves".
Dean set it up,
and he's the signatory,
and the account identifier
is "godson".
Now, Dean makes regular payments of
40 quid a month into that account,
but that's literally
all the activity there is.
Except until nine days ago,
when there was
a lump sum payment in,
then quickly out, of 10K.
OK, and where
did that money come from?
Er, deposited in cash to a branch
in Rochester High Street.
And where did it then go to?
To an account in the name
of Grace Williams.
Now, I did a little digging
..and it turns out that that
just happens to be the maiden name
of the first wife of Ram Sidhu.
Wow.
Er how far back did you go
with those accounts?
Five years.
Mm.
Go back further.
Guv.
I wanted you to know that
we absolutely got your message
..and everything is fine.
And as soon as you're better,
we want you to know that everything
will be back to normal.
Back to
..street food on a Sunday
on the South Bank
..and the B& B
at Port Gaverne at Easter.
And you and me and Adie
watching the World Cup
..and you always asking
when the interval is,
and us pretending
that you were serious.
It's all coming back, sweetheart.
Promise you.
That and much, much more.
All of it.
DCI Sidhu, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of murder.
Hello, DI Khan's phone.
Hi, it's Alfie Birch from the lab.
I have news for you guys
on your pen.
'So, I've ran various tests'
So we do now have a witness
who can identify you by name
as being the young man involved
in a fight with Matthew Walsh
in the Ifield Pub
three weeks before he died.
What witness?
The landlady, Suzie Montgomery.
Mm, well, I'm sorry,
but she's wrong. It wasn't me.
Except we have another witness
who also says that it was.
Who?
Fiona Grayson.
And Fiona has given us
a lot of detail about what happened
between you and Matthew Walsh
in the pub,
but also a lot of detail
about what happened
the night of Walsh's death.
Do you have anything that
you wanna add to what you told us
in our last discussion, Ram?
Cos this is your opportunity
What's she told you?
Well, I'd prefer to hear
your side of things first.
It was Rob who spotted him.
I was half asleep.
It was Rob who decided to pull over.
OK, so you lied before?
It was also Rob
who suggested we give him a tug.
And how did Rob know him?
He was in the pub that night.
There's no recollection
by anyone else of him being there.
He was a quiet lad,
tended to fade into the background.
Yeah, quiet and six foot five.
Well, he was there.
It was him who spotted Walsh
and got out first.
Oh, so you now admit also
that you got out of the car?
I did, yes.
So you lied about that before
as well?
So, did you also run after him,
after Matty Walsh?
I walked.
You walked after the guy who,
just a few weeks before,
had knocked seven shades of shit
out of you? Yes.
OK.
And then, when you found him?
I didn't find him.
How do you mean?
I didn't even find Rob
or the others after they got out.
I didn't find any of them,
so I headed home.
But you were in the car
when it got pulled over.
So after maybe 15 minutes
of looking for the others,
I decided to head back
to the main road,
hope for a night bus.
About half a mile down the road,
maybe 40 minutes after I first
got out of the car, it pulled up -
Rob behind the wheel.
I got in.
Everybody seemed a bit weird,
I asked them what had happened.
No-one said much.
Then we got pulled over by a traffic
cop about five minutes later.
OK. Very different version of events
to Fiona Grayson's.
Well, she's gonna save her own back,
isn't she?
Blame someone else.
They'll all do the same.
As indeed would you, I presume.
Mm. Except I'm telling the truth.
Despite us having three
good witnesses, who say they saw
an Asian man chasing Matthew Walsh.
It was dark, I'm dark - a defence
lawyer would make mincemeat of them.
Is that what you see?
'That's what I see.'
Brilliant. Thanks so much.
'Send Cass my best.'
I will.
So, six days ago, a phone mast
picked up a signal from your phone,
heading down the A3.
I mention it because we also picked
up Dean Barton's phone, same day,
coming down from Rochester,
and about the same time,
also heading down the B3256 -
this very small B-road in Surrey.
He switched his phone off
about a mile down that road.
Did you meet him somewhere
down there, Ram? No.
No? No. What were you doing
down there, then?
I went for a walk to clear my head.
I've got some personal issues
going on in my life.
Mm. Right.
It's a bit of a coincidence,
isn't it?
Dean Barton, a bloke that you say
that you haven't seen for 30 years,
also happens to be down there
at the same time? Is it?
60 miles from his house,
30 from yours.
But let's agree for now
that it was a coincidence.
What isn't one, though,
is the ten grand
Dean Barton transferred
to your ex-wife's bank account
just nine days ago.
We checked with your ex, Grace,
and she had vague recollection of
opening an online account with you
many years ago, but had absolutely
no idea that it still existed.
Nor that from 2001 to 2008,
three or four times a year,
lump sums of £5,000
were paid into that account
from the same account the 10,000
was sent from the other day.
An account run by Dean Barton.
We also checked your landline calls
a couple of days either side
of the recent payment.
Can you tell me, DCI Sidhu,
why you called the desk line
of an Andy Renfold,
a customs officer
at the Port of Fenmarsh,
the day the money appeared
in your account?
No comment.
You and Dean Barton
clearly have an ongoing relationship
going back many years,
involving him giving you money.
With the Fenmarsh
customs connection,
and the Barton family's
criminal history,
it's not a massive leap to guess
that this has something to do with
drug importation and bribery.
Would I be on the right lines?
No comment.
So I have to ask you, why you,
as a serving police officer,
might be susceptible to bribery.
What might Dean Barton
hold over you, DCI Sidhu?
I didn't kill him.
I found him on the ground,
bleeding from the head
..next to a wall.
I tried to save him.
Ask the others, they were there.
I gave him CPR.
I did everything I could
to save him.
I'm not a murderer.
We found that at your desk.
How long have you used
a fountain pen, DCI Sidhu?
You know, sometimes, I've felt
slightly like apologising to you.
For Mum, I mean, over the last year,
cos she's so not been herself.
When she's out of this,
when the job's finished,
I just know you're gonna see
a whole new side to her.
But here's the thing -
even with all the crap
that's been going on in her life,
I can just see how happy
you've made her, John.
And will make her.
So, thank you.
No thanks required.
Your mum is a belter.
I won the lottery the day I met her.
'Cigne Pens. Good morning.'
Hi there. It's DC Kaz Willets,
Bishop Street Station.
'Oh, how can I help?'
I'm just trying to track down
the purchaser of one of your pens.
'Come on up.'
Thanks.
I'd like to start, Dean, with
the night of Matthew Walsh's death,
because the account
that you gave my colleague
now differs significantly
from what we've since heard
from both Ram Sidhu
and Fiona Grayson.
So, is there anything
that you'd like to change?
Yeah.
OK, what would you like to change?
So, erm, after your colleague left,
I went back over that night,
had a really good think about it,
erm, and it was only then
that I remembered that, actually,
I'd slept for most of the journey.
So whilst I said that the car
hadn't stopped
before it was pulled over
by the police,
it might well have done,
but it's just that I would've had
no recollection of it.
OK. Well, once again,
that doesn't chime
with what both Ram Sidhu
and Fiona Grayson have told us.
What they're now saying
is that when it first stopped,
you did, in fact,
get out of the car,
you did go after Matthew Walsh,
and then, later, you did help
put his body in the boot of the car.
Whoever said that is misremembering
or covering their own back.
OK, if IF somebody stuck a body
in the back of the car
whilst I was asleep
I mean, it's possible, I guess.
I knew nothing about it.
So you knew nothing of the events
of that night at all?
No!
So, tell me, Dean, how on earth did
you manage to convince Ram Sidhu,
an intelligent and ambitious
young police officer,
to become part of your
cocaine smuggling operation?
What cocaine smuggling operation?
I am showing the suspect
exhibit MB001,
a selection of bank statements
from an account set up by you, Dean,
detailing multiple money transfers
between this account
and another account
linked with Ram Sidhu.
A couple of hours ago,
police arrested a customs officer
called Andy Renfold.
Been very cooperative already,
apparently.
And over the next few weeks,
our forensics finance teams
will be all over
your financial history,
and, I suspect, given time,
will be able to prove
that you were importing cocaine
through the port at Fenmarsh.
So, again, I ask you,
was it just coincidence
that your old friend from Hendon
was so easily corruptible,
or did you have some unique
kind of leverage over him?
No comment.
Did you witness him involved in the
murder of Matthew Walsh? No comment.
Did you see him stab him
in the head? No comment.
Did you then help dispose
of the body? No comment.
Let's take a break there.
What is it?
I don't know.
Why didn't he just throw Sidhu
under the bus?
Felt weird. Something we're missing.
Oh, and, er, Rob sends his love.
Been in the wars himself.
Remember his teeth thing, the
implants he had done in Budapest?
He had them filed down in the end
so he could shut his mouth properly,
and then, last week,
one of them fell out
literally whilst he was kissing
his new girlfriend.
She almost swallowed it,
which, as he said,
"Wouldn't have gone down well, Adie.
"Wouldn't have gone down well
at all."
Fuck!
What?
Yardley Crescent, where
the Walshes lived - that's NW9.
Colindale, that's NW9.
And Ellerfield Road, where Stephen
Quinn was stabbed, where's that?
Er
It's right in between.
Mm.
So how's about Matthew Walsh
killed Stephen Quinn?
Two skanky criminal families
living half a mile from each other,
what are the chances
they were rivals?
High.
The knife wound
that Stephen Quinn suffered
where was it on his body?
Er
Oh, man In the head.
So, Stephen Quinn
is stabbed by Matthew Walsh
in some sort of territorial dispute?
Yeah, and the Quinns know
who did it, or at least they guess,
and they're biding their time
for payback.
And then, that night,
driving back from the party,
Sidhu sees Walsh, the lad he had a
fight with three weeks previously
Except what no-one else knows
is that this is also the lad
that Dean believes
murdered his brother.
She'll be proud of you.
Guys I have got a right result
with our pen.
So, the pen was a nice one.
Cost north of a grand today.
And pens like that, Dean,
they have serial numbers
which can identify who purchased
them all these years later.
Do you know who bought that one?
No.
It was your brother, Stephen.
What, so you think Stephen
killed Walsh?
Unlikely. He'd been dead
eight months by then.
So? So, Cigne,
the company that make the pens,
have, for over a hundred years,
offered purchasers
a free engraving service.
Initials, name, up to six letters.
Your brother bought this pen
on August 2nd,
a week before your 18th birthday,
and their records show
he asked for the initials "DB"
to be engraved on the lid because
he'd bought it for you, Dean,
hadn't he?
A present for a brother he hoped
was destined for a better life
than the one that your surname
prescribed.
And then, a few weeks later,
he was murdered.
The brother you adored,
who'd encouraged you to escape.
Your ally.
Stabbed through the eye
with a knife by the man,
eight months later, you found
unconscious in a patch of mud
on a north-west London allotment.
So, I've spoken to the CPS
Homicide Unit, and at this point,
they are very happy for us
to charge you with his murder.
This is your opportunity now, Dean,
to tell us your side of the story.
I was a young man who'd, er
who'd grown up
drenched in violence.
From my father to my mother,
from my father to me
and my brothers,
and between all of us
and the rest of the world.
I used it. I was
I was a victim of it
every day of my life.
It was like breathing.
Which is why I stayed in the car
for so long.
Because I knew.
I've no idea how I,
er, how I found him first.
I mean, the others,
they got out way before me.
But I did.
He'd obviously, er,
tripped whilst he was running.
He'd hit his head
on this low brick wall,
and, um, he'd knocked himself out.
And, at first, I just stood there
looking at him, just
..trying to
just trying to stop myself, I think.
But, in the end, I couldn't.
Like I say, it was in my DNA.
So, I did it. I did it.
I did what he'd done to Stephen.
I stabbed him.
I pushed it through
his wound, and I pushed, I pushed,
I fucking pushed
Then I saw Ram.
He was coming through the trees,
looking for him, so I left.
Came back, like,
ten minutes later when
..when he was giving him CPR
and the others had caught up.
What I did, it's dreadful.
Unusually
It's just appalling violence.
But it's it's-it's who I was.
I tried to escape my past.
I failed at the first hurdle.
I can change my name
..try and
..remove myself from my family.
Try and make myself
something better.
But we are who we are. I don't
I don't think you can
ever really change that.
For what it's worth, I did always
think it was an accident, sir.
Not that that's any excuse,
but's it's been exhausting,
running from my appalling mistakes
all these years.
And when I come out of prison,
I hope I can live a simpler life
..which allows me to help those
less fortunate than me.
That goes in some way
to making reparation.
So, goodbye, sir.
And, again, my sincerest apologies.
Your reparation has been
the last three decades, Liz.
Good luck.
Thank you.
This way, Ma'am.
And you're sure there are no other
connections he's concealed?
The kid's a career car thief.
'He's not a hitman.'
OK, thanks, Mike. Speak soon.
Er so, the other car,
Range Rover, they now know,
was driven by a 24-year-old
car thief.
He'd only nicked it
five minutes before.
Tyre marks on the road support
his claim that he braked hard.
He said she just pulled out
in front of him.
Jesus.
Ramjeet Sidhu, you are charged
that on 23rd March, 2020,
while acting as a public officer,
namely a police officer
at Twickenham, London,
you did, without reasonable excuse
or justification,
misconduct yourself
in a way that would amount
to an abuse of the public trust
by accepting monies in order to
facilitate the importation
of a controlled substance.
You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention something
which you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.
Do you have anything to say?
When I was on my knees, over him,
and pumping his chest,
and hoping, and praying,
my first thought, my absolute
first thought was that
..we had to call an ambulance.
I never for one second
stopped to consider
what that would mean for any of us.
I just wanted to do the right thing.
And then I saw the way they were all
looking at me, and in that moment,
I knew there was only one person
they'd ever blame.
They accept that the rest of us
didn't know what Dean had done,
but they're going to charge Ram,
Liz and me
with preventing a lawful burial.
May or may not
get a custodial sentence.
And the other stuff?
Well they obviously can't prove
I was over the limit now,
so that might go away.
But I told them about
the licence forgery,
and my lawyer thinks
that's definitely a custodial.
Fiona, I am beyond stunned
by the things you've done and
..so hurt and angry
that at no point in 17 years
did you think
you could confide in me.
I'm also angry at myself.
For not seeing any of this,
for not asking enough questions.
Being too accepting.
But, in the end,
the simple truth is
..I don't find myself
..loving you any less.
Much as I feel
that maybe I should, I don't.
I don't like who you were,
and maybe I love that person less.
But you, here, now?
No.
So I guess we try
to move forward.
Deal with what happens next,
as it happens.
Try and help the kids
through it all, and just
..keep going.
Dean Calum Barton, you are charged
that on the 30th March, 1990,
at Alperton in the City of London,
you murdered Matthew Kieran Walsh,
contrary to common law.
You are also charged that on a date
between the 22nd March, 2020
and the 24th March, 2020,
you did illegally import
controlled substances,
contrary to Section 171
of the Customs and Excise
Management Act 1979.
Do you have anything to say
to either of these charges?
Tell his family I'm I'm sorry.
It's a terrible,
terrible thing that I did.
And I've regretted it
every single day of my life.
So, please tell them that I am,
erm I'm so sorry.
OK. Come with me, Mr Barton.
That's it. Straight down.
What are you waiting for?
Go and tell her we did it.
She did it. Again.
So, we knew from our scans that
she'd had a bleed on her brain
..but when we opened her up,
it was actually significantly worse
than we'd feared.
A substantial subdural haematoma,
which had caused extensive
compression and bruising
to her brain.
And someone with
that level of damage is,
I'm so sorry to say, very unlikely
to recover brain function.
We will, of course,
continue to monitor her
over the coming days,
we'll try to see if she can breathe
independently, but.
Grandad
Martin!
Grandad
Adam let him go.
Go and look after your brother.
No
'Hey, Dad, me again.
'Listen, maybe I'm not gonna get
to speak to you today, so'
Er, I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
Again.
Seem to be spending my life
apologising to you.
No excuses, apart from to say
..this job has just
..it's drained me.
It's stopped me from being able
to think straight, see straight.
'But it's ten-and-a-bit more weeks
and then I'm done, and then
'I hope we can get back to normal.'
And, of course, I get it,
the will thing, and I
..I just feel like
a total failure right now.
But I can be better.
I will be better, I promise, and
..then, for however many years
we'll have together
..we'll try and get back to normal.
Back to
..street food on the South Bank
on a Sunday,
and the B& B at Port Gaverne
at Easter,
and you and me and Adie
watching the World Cup,
and me always asking
when the interval is,
and you pretending I'm serious.
All of it, Dad, and much, much more.
It'll come back. It will.
Anyway, call me when you get this,
and maybe I can take you and Jen
out for dinner, clear the air.
That would be nice, wouldn't it?
I love you so much.
'Hey, Dad, me again.
'Listen, maybe I'm not gonna get
to speak to you today, so'
'So we've come together today
to say, all of us,
'in our different ways,
goodbye to our beloved Cass.
'It's not my place to talk about her
as a mum, or as a daughter,
'or as a partner.
'I'm here today
to talk about her as my colleague.
'As a police officer.
'And on that front, I can say,
without a scintilla of doubt,
'that she was the best
I've ever met.
'And it didn't matter
if you were a victim of crime
'or had taken
the wrong path yourself.
'She treated you the same.
'Her place was not to judge,
it was to pursue the truth,
'and she did that affording everyone
she interacted with
'the same honesty,
good manners and unfailing fairness.
'Some of that decency was innate,
'some of it was learned
from the people who taught her,
'but what it undoubtedly was
'was precious and rare.
'And something that we,
as an organisation -
'indeed, as a society -
need to remember to value.
'Because we need more like them.
'Because people like Cass Stuart
are extraordinary.
'So we can be sad
that we've lost someone we adored
'and who we will miss every day
'..but we can also be grateful
for the time we did have with her,
'and for the impact she had
on all our lives.
'Cass Stuart was my colleague
'she was my mentor
'she was my friend.
'And I loved her.'