Silent Witness (1996) s18e10 Episode Script
One of Our Own (2)
You've reached Sam Honeywell.
I must be busy, asleep, or avoiding you.
Dean Fallon, I'm arresting you on suspicion of involvement in the murder of Sergeant Sam Honeywell.
- You don't have to say anything - I don't know what you're talking about.
In the ring next time.
See if I'm right.
- Not bad.
- The dead uniform, Honeywell, how worried should I be? - What are you doing here? - Jason's meeting me here in five.
Dean! I really wouldn't do that, if I was you, Dean.
- He was my best mate.
- This was recovered from your house.
Flogged fake MOTs and cut up cars for a few years.
Recent links to suspected Essex drug ring.
Piece of work.
I've got better at home.
Much better.
I told you.
I'm Jason Simons.
I'm a used-car salesman.
Testator silens Costestes e spiritu Silentium.
What are you thinking? I was thinking is this a conflict of interest? Depends how interested you are.
- Sullivan.
- Thomas? Simons has been abducted.
Jack was there.
He was attacked, but he's OK.
We're on our way.
It's my best side.
Not any more.
We're on our way? Ay! I thought you were supposed to be good at this.
Don't make me laugh.
- Any news on Simons? - Not yet.
He's been on the scene a year.
Had drug connections.
Maybe someone knew that Honeywell was onto them - got Simons to bug his car, tried to compromise him.
And when that didn't work, they killed him.
So, why take Simons? Maybe he double-crossed his own people.
Or maybe we're back to Dean Fallon.
Whoever did this knew how to fight.
OK We'll check Jack's clothes for DNA transfer.
If we bring Dean in again, we'll need a hard link between him and Simons.
His lawyer's already filing for assault and wrongful arrest.
Go through Simons' phone records - family, girlfriends, his customers, everyone.
At least we can rule out Carl Parry.
He was in a cell all night.
Thank God for that.
Anthony? Muzzle impact where the gun was pressed against the skin.
No stippling.
Powder blown into the wound.
Almost certainly a contact shot.
Time of death? Rigor in the small muscle group, so probably no more than four or five hours ago.
Same kind of rope used on Honeywell.
No signs of a struggle no reports of a disturbance, let alone gun fire.
He wasn't shot here.
So, he was abducted, beaten and then shot and dumped like Honeywell.
Except there's been no attempt to wipe forensic traces.
No attempt to hide anything at all.
These were made after the bruising and main lacerations.
Bramble thorns in two of them.
So, healing took place after he was shot.
Are you saying he survived this? The bullet entered near the temple, skirted the skull, which absorbed the energy of the bullet.
The exit wound is in the parietal area so it's possible that the motor cortex was unaffected, which would have allowed basic functions - coordination, balance and movement.
Jesus.
He walked here.
Which means we're looking in the wrong place.
Hi, it's Jase.
You know what to do.
OK, so we've got drag marks from the track to the grave.
We've got ourselves a murder site.
The bullet is a.
44.
Same calibre that killed Honeywell.
I'll compare striations to confirm a match.
He must have entered a catatonic state after he was shot.
He was taken for dead.
No heart rate, no reflexes.
And was buried alive.
Fits the MO of someone wanting to wipe their traces.
Revived as clotting stemmed the blood loss.
Kicked his way out.
Got as far as the street and collapsed.
- What about the vehicle? - Well, no treads.
But whoever it was, they were in a hurry.
Tried to take the tree with them.
My consultant called.
I'm on the oestriol trial.
Well, Vienna, here we come.
You know it's the home of the waltz, don't you? We haven't done this for a while, have we? The police have found another body.
My contacts say they're linking it to the dead cop.
I've made it hard for them to bring Dean back in, but they'll try.
- Just keep him out of trouble.
- Oh, not this time, I'm afraid.
He's a liability, Terry.
He could ruin everything.
- Look, I'll talk to him again.
- No, we both will.
Morning, Ben.
Staying for coffee? Oh, no, thanks, Trish.
Looks like Terry and I are going to have a busy day.
You all right? Carl, you're being fully reinstated.
There will be no charges against you.
This won't affect your record.
We're putting you on gardening leave.
Take some time.
Sort things out at home.
I'm sorry.
How long did you know? Did they all know? External examination of Jason Simons, Polypropylene twine.
Visual match for that used on Honeywell.
IR spectrometry to confirm.
Severe bruising, indicative of a sustained assault, predominantly to the middle and left torso.
Body punches.
Like on Honeywell.
Were they being kept conscious? - Like a punishment beating, you mean? - Yeah.
Or for what they knew.
Septal damage and associated inflammation.
Toxicology to confirm possible drug use.
Two small dots on the first knuckle of the right hand.
They look like tattooed marks or something.
Borstal spots? Home-made tattoos.
A dot for each stretch.
Simons was in and out of juvenile detention from the age of 12.
They closed down the borstals I guess '"youth custody centre spots'" doesn't have the same ring to it.
Simons was a heavy smoker until a few years ago.
You'd think you'd see signs of some discolouration in the pleura.
His notes also say he's had an appendicectomy.
Could have sworn I just saw his appendix.
I did.
Mistake in the records? Almost no dispersal of the ink into the dermis.
No evidence of it overlaying any previous tattoos.
These were made recently.
I don't think this is Jason Simons.
This body belongs to someone else.
Yeah, I've got an address for the girlfriend.
Do you want to go, or shall I? No, I'll go.
Hello, Tess.
I'm Detective Chief Inspector Sullivan.
This is Jack Hodgson, a colleague.
Have you found him? Was Jason in any kind of trouble? Drugs, for example.
Buying, selling, taking them? No.
He was better than that.
Then why did he run? What do you mean? I went round to Jason's place to help the police.
When was the last time you saw him, Tess? Yesterday, after he finished work.
We were watching telly.
He said he was going out, and that we'd see each other later and then he left.
He had a box, like a child's lunch box.
He never let it go all the time he was running.
I don't know anything about a box.
Did Jason ever mention someone called Dean Fallon? Er we saw him at the Octane Club sometimes.
I knew him as a kid.
And Jason never met Dean apart from that? Not as far as I know.
Do you know anything about Dean dealing drugs at the Octane? No.
Jason Simons bought your drugs.
- So? - He's dead.
The cops like you for it.
This is bollocks.
I didn't kill Jason Simons.
This your excuse to get rid of me? We need you out.
We're taking over.
Sorry, Dean.
What you gonna do? Bar me? - It's not your club.
- What you been telling him? Your father needs to raise a lot of capital.
He can't afford you to screw this up.
You mean you can't.
This is the family business and I'm a chip off the old block.
Ain't that right, Dad? Why don't you go away for a bit? I'll get Paulo to open up the villa.
Have a holiday, take your girl.
On me.
No.
Too hot for me this time of year.
I'll stick around.
What did you keep in here? I just lied for you, Dad.
It was heroin, wasn't it? What are you doing? Someone made you do this, didn't they? Was it Dean? Now, sweetheart, listen to me W-What did you do to Jason? What did you do? No, no, no, nothing.
I swear.
Please, don't talk about this - to anyone.
- Why? Everything that I have done, I've done for you and your mum.
Trust me, Tess.
Just, please.
I loved him.
I really loved him.
I know you did.
I know you did.
Where have you been? Pub.
Pubs I thought I loved him.
He talked to me.
He made me laugh.
He was my best friend, for God's sake.
He treated me like I was a real person.
Not just some ghost waiting for you to come home.
I was trying to earn, Kate.
Overtime, promotion, for all this.
I thought you'd killed him.
I believed you were capable of that.
I was scared of you.
What did you think I was gonna do to you? I'm sorry.
I miss him.
You think I don't? The real Jason Simons died.
Born 1987, he was taken into care at six.
Young offenders institutions until he was 18.
And then? He disappears.
Blips off the radar completely.
Just another kid on the streets.
Easily missed.
Body never found.
But six years later, he starts showing up again.
We think this guy stole his identity.
Well, that makes sense.
We found more surveillance equipment in his flat.
Pretty hi-tech stuff, so this is a major outfit.
ID theft like this, that's a sophisticated move.
We expecting anyone? No.
But you were.
Weren't you, sir? This is DI Peter Richards.
Serious Crime Squad.
He was Simons' handler, under my command.
Simons' real name was Detective Sergeant Ryan McManus.
He was working undercover in Essex for just over a year, trying to infiltrate regional drugs gangs.
Both victims were policemen? So, you had Simons bug Sam Honeywell's car? Well, Honeywell was rubbing shoulders with a lot of known faces, so we needed to make sure that he wasn't playing both sides.
You thought my officer was bent? Simons was a regular coke user! He formed a sexual relationship with an 18-year-old girl! Well, the girl who had no idea about Simons' true ID, so You'd lost control of him.
That's why you couldn't tell me about him.
Simons did nothing to help or hinder your murder investigation.
But you left him out there! He said he was close to a major drugs deal, so, yes, I left him out there.
His death is on me, Jim.
Well, my news is Simons sold a black BMW X5 three weeks ago to Dean Fallon.
Tess Hughes said that he and Simons only ever met at the Octane Club.
So, either she was lying, or her boyfriend was keeping secrets.
What about the attack last night? Anything to confirm it was Dean Fallon? No.
No DNA or fibres on Jack or his clothes.
I've got enough.
I'm bringing Dean Fallon in for the murders of Sam Honeywell and Simons.
No, no, no, no.
It's not going to happen.
If he's involved in a major drug deal, - we should play this one out.
- And what if he hasn't finished killing police officers? Jim, wait.
Maybe he's right.
Maybe you shouldn't bring Dean in yet.
Simons bugged Honeywell's car.
What if he did the same to Dean? Then we need to get inside Dean's car and check the stitching in the seats.
We'd need to break into it.
It's too messy.
So, how was Simons planning to get it back? We found spare car keys in his flat.
He must have cut copies.
Get me eyes on Dean Fallon.
We need five minutes in the car.
I reckon I can get you that.
Tessie.
How are you, darling? I know what you did to Jason.
Come on, you're upset.
I was really sorry to hear what happened.
- You bastard.
- You're wrong about me, Tessie.
You always have been.
I could help you, if only you'd tr I don't know how you made my dad hide your heroin but the police are so close, so you are going to get him out of this - or I'll tell them everything I know.
- Yeah? What's that, then? You deal drugs.
You hated Jason.
You threatened to kill him.
Well, I wouldn't do that, if I was you, because it sounds to me like your old man, he'd go to jail.
Not for murder.
He'll be out in a few years.
You'll be in there for life.
- Fuck him.
- Oh, mate.
- She's on one! - It's ridiculous! What is wrong with her? Tess.
Sweetheart.
Leave him before it's too late.
What are you talking about? It's not safe here any more.
Dean was nothing to do with what happened to Jase.
Just leave him, OK? - Morning.
- Morning.
Can we load the photos of Jack from the other night? - The ones in just the pants? - Yeah.
Hm.
I think we'll go with the high resolution.
Show me the other victims.
In both cases, the major bruising is to the upper and middle left areas.
Injuries to the right are less severe and don't extend above the elbow.
Can a sample of two be called a pattern? The fire damage to Sergeant Honeywell obscured a visual comparison.
Dissection revealed subcutaneous bruising.
So, what we're suggesting is a specific incapacity on the part of the attacker.
Such as? Well, according to his notes, Dean Fallon was born with something called Sprengel's shoulder.
Congenital high scapula to his left arm.
It restricts articulation, like frozen shoulder.
He's a cage fighter.
Doesn't affect power or musculature, but it would mean that he couldn't swing a left much higher than his elbow.
- It's speculative.
- Umpteen variables.
- Was the victim standing? - Direction of attack, et cetera.
Well, there might be something here.
I'm gonna need a whole lot more to charge Dean Fallon.
Wait till I get the stairlift.
I used to come up here with me cuppa.
You, hot chocolate.
Cream and marshmallows.
We'd talk school, music and boys.
Things haven't been great between us.
You've been growing up so fast, and I've never really been there for you.
I know you loved him.
I've been worried about you.
Please don't shut me out.
I'm still Mum.
You can tell me anything.
It's all right, Mum.
I'll be fine.
Are you lost, killer? They're not gonna give up.
They really want you for this.
Hey, hey, easy.
Easy.
Easy.
Nobody thinks you're stupid, Dean.
Why'd they send you? Whatever you've got going here, they'll make it impossible.
You need to think about cooperating.
No.
Why did they send you? What, just cos you've been in the ring, that don't make you a copper? I told you, I'm not a cop.
- The real reason you're here, innit? - No, it really isn't.
Come on.
You and me.
It was always on.
Let them get clear, then we move.
Your mate's not big on etiquette.
I'm Jack.
We're not here to talk.
Right.
Gloves.
No.
Come on, killer.
Huh? What happened to that shoulder? Hm? Come on! Gloves.
Parry's here.
He's got a weapon.
Shit! I'm not going to fight you.
Come on! - That's more like it! Come on! Now! - Move! No! No! I'll get ya! I'll have ya! Come back here again, yeah, and I'll kill you! - Did we get it? - Mm-hm.
That was quality, boys.
Have some more.
Just Dean Fallon's cokey bullshit so far.
It's embarrassing.
So, how much you got, then? You'll have a transcript first thing.
Any procedures you did actually manage to follow? I'm aware the recovery was compromised.
'"Compromised'" as in '"inadmissible'".
Right now, I'd settle for information.
Build evidence off it.
We're still shooting in the dark here.
Hey, anything I withheld was in good faith.
Sam Honeywell was one of ours.
So was Ryan McManus.
But we won't be burying him with police honours.
He doesn't even exist until this operation's over.
Try explaining that to his family.
Thank you.
- Not sure I can do this.
- I've already jumped down his throat.
Might have finally got through to him this time.
He's no good on his own, Kate.
This isn't the place for him tonight.
I don't know if anything I feel is right any more.
You came.
Looking at Jack, I'd say the bruise pattern theory's on ice.
Oh, thanks, Nikki Real nice theory, by the way, gang Dean can swing a left just fine.
The Fallons spent the late '90s in Spain and Dean had an operation out there to correct his shoulder condition.
I saw the scar.
The procedure wasn't on his UK medical records.
That's why we missed it.
Doesn't necessarily rule him out.
We might be looking at more than one person.
There was heroin on Simons' penknife.
The DNA test showed this opium poppy is brand-new to us.
New supplier? New source? The variety's native to the Quetta mountains, north Pakistan.
It's also extremely pure - 65%.
So, we should be looking at import as well as sale.
It's got a street value of about 60 grand a kilo.
Good.
I'll pass it on.
Is that us, er, done for the night? Not me.
Stuff to crack on with.
Yeah, me, too.
Nikki might be free, though.
- Do you fancy a lift? - She's got a car.
I, on the other hand Well, um good night.
- Night.
- Good night.
Bye-bye.
I thought we'd been discreet.
I can't.
Not such a good idea? I'll decide that.
Listen to me.
No, you listen.
Forget Honeywell.
Ben Osrin, Fallon's lawyer? I know these officers.
You could shoot their mother in front of them and they wouldn't make a case.
No more screw-ups.
Understand? And don't use this number.
He's getting a visit.
No need.
He's downstairs.
Came in early to make a complaint on behalf of Dean Fallon.
No, stick around.
This could be fun.
I'm sorry there wasn't another room available.
No bother.
We know why we're here.
Dean Fallon? A suspended officer turns up at my client's place of work, causes criminal damage to his vehicle and attempts to assault him with a deadly weapon.
Well Nothing to add before I file a complaint? I'll decide that.
Listen to me.
No, you listen.
Forget Honeywell.
I know these officers.
You could shoot their mother in front of them and they wouldn't make a case.
Am I mistaken, or is that your voice on there? You got here fast.
Wait, how did you even know? - Sh.
- Sh.
I've a big mouth.
It was a private conversation.
I apologise.
Why were you in Dean Fallon's car? He's a client, a friend.
You know, sometimes he needs a hand getting home.
Who were you talking to? I do 50 calls a day.
I don't remember every one.
Last Saturday, 23.
04.
The Sergeant Honeywell you refer to was murdered the day before.
Ring any bells? I'm sorry.
I don't deny that this is embarrassing and I've apologised.
But there's nothing here, is there? It's just some off-colour shop talk.
Look if there's nothing further Would you provide the call list from your mobile as a favour? Given there's nothing in this.
Of course.
I'm presuming that you've got the correct RIPA authority to be bugging my client's car.
The tape fell into our hands.
Like I said.
Storm in a teacup.
I'm sorry, love.
It's easier for me, I never forget that.
Your phone call.
The police got my end of the tape.
They'll trace it to you.
W-Wh-Wh-What do I tell them? Oh, I don't know, Stanley.
What have you been telling them? Come on, don't insult me.
You tipped off that cop, Honeywell.
That's ridiculous.
If you weren't needed, you'd be dead.
Just don't insult me.
Come on, sit down.
Sit down.
You got cold feet last week.
You panicked, yeah? So, you tip off him off.
What did you tell him, exactly? I didn't mention any names.
I didn't say it was drugs.
- Are you sure about that, Stan? - Yeah, I swear.
I just told him I felt there was something wrong with a container.
I just wanted it to stop.
You're getting paid.
No-one held a gun to your head.
So, your little girl's boyfriend, how did he end up with the stash? - I told you.
It was an accident.
- It was in your safekeeping.
Your accidents have meant a lot of cleaning up.
Now, Tess, she she doesn't know anything about this.
- Please.
- I'll fix this.
But it's gonna cost me, so it's gonna cost you.
Half your share.
It stops! You understand?! But I didn't tell Honeywell any names.
No.
You've got too much to lose.
Get off.
Don't hog it.
Just a little one.
Tessie needs cheering up.
Get her down here, will you? I'm the one does what you want.
All right, then.
Go and get my fags from the car.
Keys are on the desk.
Fetch them yourself.
Oi, do you want a line or not? Let it go.
Things just moved on, hm? The shallow grave meant for Jason Simons.
I can put Ben Osrin's car at the scene.
I'm about to make our senior investigating officer very happy.
Or did you beat me to it? For what it's worth, I think he's all right.
For you, I mean.
Craggy, middle-aged, stubborn workaholic.
And then there's him.
What you doing? You all right? I need to talk.
Tell me the truth.
Both of you.
You've known our Stan since we were at school.
And if he was in bother, you'd tell me.
Wouldn't you? Yeah.
But Terry ain't involved with any of that now.
Tess's boyfriend has been killed.
The one you came round to ask me about.
The one who knew your son, Dean.
I'm sorry, June.
Don't know anything about it, love.
So, why's Ben Osrin round our house? Tess.
Tess I'm scared.
In most cases, Sprengel's shoulder exhibits as part of Klippel-Feil syndrome.
Fused vertebrae, but there was no mention of that in Dean's childhood diagnosis.
But he had Sprengel's in isolation.
That's much rarer.
Either way, you're born with it - it's congenital.
Klippel's is dominant gene inheritance.
Sprengel's alone is Nikki? Chlo? You hiding? I was a bit mean.
Come and have a cheeky line, eh? Oh, Chlo! Oh! What's the problem? The beatings on the victims.
I think we're there.
Dean Fallon doesn't have Sprengel's.
It's rare, but in isolation, the condition can be hereditary.
Father to son.
Terry Fallon never had the operation.
Paint from Osrin's C-model Benz.
Matches the bark from the Simons crime scene.
We'll put a call out.
Like to see him explain this one.
Nikki.
The police.
I'm on tape talking to Stan Hughes.
- It's a matter of time.
- What'd you go and see Stan for? How come you didn't let me know about that? - I had to do something.
- And what did you do? Look, it's anonymous, all right? All we do is tip off the cops, they raid Dean's office, the heroin's there, the twine you used on Simons.
It's for the best.
It's for the best? What? Setting up our Dean? We re-group.
I still got my clients in Pakistan.
They're solid.
We wait six months and then we go again.
I can't wait! I've put the lot into this! No, the police are too close.
If your guy Hughes hadn't tipped them off So, you've decided, have you? It ain't happening? Yeah, I had to.
To save us.
To save us all.
Yeah, but not our Dean.
Oh, seriously, Terry.
Who needs him? And what if I don't agree? They're my contacts.
My clients in Pakistan.
It's my money, though.
Without me, you'd be penniless.
You'd be in a cell.
What? You think Trish would have stuck with you? Oh Are you all right, love? No.
No, I'm not.
Dad's let us down.
He's gonna get us into trouble.
That cop and Jason Simons, - I think that was him.
- No.
I couldn't work out why, but now I know.
- He's at it.
- No.
You've got this wrong.
Tess reckoned I'd got her old man to hold this for him.
I never.
Dad did.
- Chloe found it.
- Right.
- Let's go get a drink.
- Mum? Your dad is gonna look after his family.
The cops wanted me for this, and you knew it was him.
We protected you.
We always do.
Ohh Your father is gonna set us up for life.
What's he doing, Mum? - He's working.
- He's killed people.
Look.
Look.
Look at Chloe.
They'll get him again.
He'll go away.
- He won't! He knows what he's doing.
- He's in trouble.
He needs help, else we're gonna lose him for ever.
- Hit the clubs and the residence.
- Got it.
Alert all units for Terry Fallon.
Anyone that IDs him requests immediate backup.
Understood? Get DS Haynes on the line, please.
If this is Terry Fallon covering his tracks, - he's not doing a very good job.
- Maybe he's in a hurry.
For what? Here.
This address.
Tess Hughes lives there.
Jason Simons' girlfriend.
What's Ben Osrin doing paying her a visit this morning? Terry? Hello, June.
It's all right, Mum.
I asked him.
I-It's Dean.
I didn't know what else to do.
Why? What's he done, love? It's just I think he might be making Dad do something he don't want.
I think he might have killed people.
She didn't wanna worry you with this, June.
Have you told anyone else? About what your dad's doing? What about you, June? - You tell anyone about this? - No.
No.
- Cos if you have, I need to know now.
- Terry I'm just talking to Tess.
You sounded scared on the phone, love.
Who else did you call? Right Well, your dad is just trying to help his family and I'm trying to help, too.
So, now we're all gonna help each other.
Yeah, probable overdose.
Inflammation inside the nasal passage.
No sign of any drugs she took.
- Have you moved anything? - No.
- Have you touched anything at all?! - Nothing.
White granules.
Looks like a match for Simons' penknife.
Tess? Hello? Sean, check up.
Tess Hughes.
Age 18.
She's on file.
Jason Simons'girlfriend.
He needs a hostage.
Why? The fish stall - Honeywell's mystery meeting.
We thought it was a police officer.
Close.
Try Stanley Hughes, customs officer.
The girl's father.
Tess lied to us, but not for Simons.
She was protecting her dad.
I think we're about to place him at the Honeywell murder scene.
Witness, at least.
Possible accessory.
If Hughes is the inside man, maybe Terry Fallon's taken Tess as insurance.
First murder scene's not far from the docks.
It all points there.
Sure you won't have some? Oh, she was a good girl.
I mean, I knew she had problems, but nothing like this.
Your husband killed two of ours.
He murdered Ben Osrin.
Now he's taken Tess Hughes.
There's an innocent young girl lying dead in a toilet cubicle because of your husband.
Innocent? Like I said, Chloe had problems.
It's over, Trish.
But you can still do the right thing.
Where is he? I wouldn't know, would I? Nothing's gonna happen if your daddy does the right thing.
And don't even think about going anywhere, OK? OK?! June OK, Stan? Er, yeah, not too bad.
Um Vienna soon.
Why? Came from Karachi.
Never got checked quay-side.
Not like you.
You look terrible, Stan.
You want me to do this? Oh, I wouldn't bother.
We've stopped that carrier loads of times.
It's always been legit.
How's it going? Everything OK, yeah? Yeah, it's on its way.
Where is she? You get your deposit back when the truck's off-loaded.
Hi.
Do you know where Stan Hughes is? - He just drove off.
Took an early lunch.
- I want the waybills and manifestos for all the trucks that have left during the past hour.
Come on, let's get to it! All right.
Here you go.
Hello? Mum.
Oh, Mum, are you OK? Oh, yeah, Tess, I'm fine.
The police are here with me.
Where are you, Tess? I don't I don't know.
Tess, this is Jack Hodgson.
Your mum's safe.
I need to know where you are.
Um Are there any road names? Um, there's a there's a sign.
Goodman's Haulage.
We're coming for you right now.
OK, hurry, hurry, he's got a gun.
Terry's got Tess at Goodman's Haulage yard.
Repeat- Goodman's Haulage yard.
He's armed.
I'll see you there.
Hughes has gone.
Expect he's heading there, too.
We're leaving now.
Goodman's Haulage, all cars and ARVs now.
The suspect is armed.
I'm here, all right? It's gonna be OK.
It's gonna be OK.
Out! - Who did you call? - My mum.
Just my mum.
Let her go, Terry! Let her go.
You've got everything you want.
You talk ever I'll have her found.
I'll kill her.
How did you know I was here? Mum told me.
So, what's the deal? Hey, let me guess.
Sell this lot, make yourself untouchable and keep me out of it.
That's not what this is about.
Nah? Chloe's dead.
You killed her.
This is over, Dad.
No, it's not! This is for us, Dean.
That's exactly what Mum said.
This has never been about me, has it, Dad? Where's Ben? Ben ain't part of this any more.
Now, shut up and listen.
This puts me in a different league.
I'll bring you in, I'll teach you.
The clubs will clean the money.
No cops.
No jail.
I ain't leaving you and your mum again.
But we've gotta go.
Now.
Gimme the gun.
You remember my first fight? Eh? I was 13.
Hammered the guy.
I looked over, fists in the air, you weren't even watching, Dad.
Too busy cutting a deal.
You didn't even know I'd won.
You never did give me a chance.
You ain't gonna kill me - I'm your old man.
Police! Drop your weapon! Dean! Lie still.
It's nothing.
Look at me.
Look at me! You've gotta hold on.
I'm here now.
Dean! No, Dean! Drop your weapons! Hands behind your head! - No, no.
No.
Nikki! - Paramedics, now.
Jim! Jim, can you hear me? We need paramedics! His breathing's shallow.
- Pulse is dropping.
- There's no pressure.
We need oxygen.
Where's the bloody oxygen?! Oh, don't do this.
It's all right, Nikki.
Nikki, come away.
- Nikki.
- Nikki.
Hello, sir? Hello, sir? Can you hear me? Put the mask on.
Hello, sir? Look at me, Stan.
I didn't want any money.
You know that.
I just wanted you! Dad? We'll be here when you get out.
- Thomas, thank you for coming.
- No problem.
Hi.
Appreciate it.
How you doing? All right? You OK? So, did you make detective? No.
No, I tried, but I couldn't go back.
Never thought I'd miss it so bloody much.
What will you do now? Who knows? There's no hurry.
I'll save you a seat.
See you in there.
They told me I should thank you for saving my life.
You were lucky.
I don't usually get a live one.
So, I guess that's it.
Case closed.
Well, there'll always be another.
And we know where the whisky is.
- Hey, you'll be fine.
- Yeah.
Sam was 17.
He'd just lost his parents and was wondering what to do with his life.
He told me he wanted to join the force so, naturally, I tried to put him off.
He told me he wanted to do a job that was worthwhile which he could believe in, with people he trusted.
I'm proud to say he became a good copper and a decent man.
People make mistakes.
Coppers deal with that every day - it's the job.
And we make mistakes ourselves - we're only human.
But we're a family and families support each other, forgive each other love each other.
Because in the end it's all we have.
Testator silens Costestes e spiritu Silentium
I must be busy, asleep, or avoiding you.
Dean Fallon, I'm arresting you on suspicion of involvement in the murder of Sergeant Sam Honeywell.
- You don't have to say anything - I don't know what you're talking about.
In the ring next time.
See if I'm right.
- Not bad.
- The dead uniform, Honeywell, how worried should I be? - What are you doing here? - Jason's meeting me here in five.
Dean! I really wouldn't do that, if I was you, Dean.
- He was my best mate.
- This was recovered from your house.
Flogged fake MOTs and cut up cars for a few years.
Recent links to suspected Essex drug ring.
Piece of work.
I've got better at home.
Much better.
I told you.
I'm Jason Simons.
I'm a used-car salesman.
Testator silens Costestes e spiritu Silentium.
What are you thinking? I was thinking is this a conflict of interest? Depends how interested you are.
- Sullivan.
- Thomas? Simons has been abducted.
Jack was there.
He was attacked, but he's OK.
We're on our way.
It's my best side.
Not any more.
We're on our way? Ay! I thought you were supposed to be good at this.
Don't make me laugh.
- Any news on Simons? - Not yet.
He's been on the scene a year.
Had drug connections.
Maybe someone knew that Honeywell was onto them - got Simons to bug his car, tried to compromise him.
And when that didn't work, they killed him.
So, why take Simons? Maybe he double-crossed his own people.
Or maybe we're back to Dean Fallon.
Whoever did this knew how to fight.
OK We'll check Jack's clothes for DNA transfer.
If we bring Dean in again, we'll need a hard link between him and Simons.
His lawyer's already filing for assault and wrongful arrest.
Go through Simons' phone records - family, girlfriends, his customers, everyone.
At least we can rule out Carl Parry.
He was in a cell all night.
Thank God for that.
Anthony? Muzzle impact where the gun was pressed against the skin.
No stippling.
Powder blown into the wound.
Almost certainly a contact shot.
Time of death? Rigor in the small muscle group, so probably no more than four or five hours ago.
Same kind of rope used on Honeywell.
No signs of a struggle no reports of a disturbance, let alone gun fire.
He wasn't shot here.
So, he was abducted, beaten and then shot and dumped like Honeywell.
Except there's been no attempt to wipe forensic traces.
No attempt to hide anything at all.
These were made after the bruising and main lacerations.
Bramble thorns in two of them.
So, healing took place after he was shot.
Are you saying he survived this? The bullet entered near the temple, skirted the skull, which absorbed the energy of the bullet.
The exit wound is in the parietal area so it's possible that the motor cortex was unaffected, which would have allowed basic functions - coordination, balance and movement.
Jesus.
He walked here.
Which means we're looking in the wrong place.
Hi, it's Jase.
You know what to do.
OK, so we've got drag marks from the track to the grave.
We've got ourselves a murder site.
The bullet is a.
44.
Same calibre that killed Honeywell.
I'll compare striations to confirm a match.
He must have entered a catatonic state after he was shot.
He was taken for dead.
No heart rate, no reflexes.
And was buried alive.
Fits the MO of someone wanting to wipe their traces.
Revived as clotting stemmed the blood loss.
Kicked his way out.
Got as far as the street and collapsed.
- What about the vehicle? - Well, no treads.
But whoever it was, they were in a hurry.
Tried to take the tree with them.
My consultant called.
I'm on the oestriol trial.
Well, Vienna, here we come.
You know it's the home of the waltz, don't you? We haven't done this for a while, have we? The police have found another body.
My contacts say they're linking it to the dead cop.
I've made it hard for them to bring Dean back in, but they'll try.
- Just keep him out of trouble.
- Oh, not this time, I'm afraid.
He's a liability, Terry.
He could ruin everything.
- Look, I'll talk to him again.
- No, we both will.
Morning, Ben.
Staying for coffee? Oh, no, thanks, Trish.
Looks like Terry and I are going to have a busy day.
You all right? Carl, you're being fully reinstated.
There will be no charges against you.
This won't affect your record.
We're putting you on gardening leave.
Take some time.
Sort things out at home.
I'm sorry.
How long did you know? Did they all know? External examination of Jason Simons, Polypropylene twine.
Visual match for that used on Honeywell.
IR spectrometry to confirm.
Severe bruising, indicative of a sustained assault, predominantly to the middle and left torso.
Body punches.
Like on Honeywell.
Were they being kept conscious? - Like a punishment beating, you mean? - Yeah.
Or for what they knew.
Septal damage and associated inflammation.
Toxicology to confirm possible drug use.
Two small dots on the first knuckle of the right hand.
They look like tattooed marks or something.
Borstal spots? Home-made tattoos.
A dot for each stretch.
Simons was in and out of juvenile detention from the age of 12.
They closed down the borstals I guess '"youth custody centre spots'" doesn't have the same ring to it.
Simons was a heavy smoker until a few years ago.
You'd think you'd see signs of some discolouration in the pleura.
His notes also say he's had an appendicectomy.
Could have sworn I just saw his appendix.
I did.
Mistake in the records? Almost no dispersal of the ink into the dermis.
No evidence of it overlaying any previous tattoos.
These were made recently.
I don't think this is Jason Simons.
This body belongs to someone else.
Yeah, I've got an address for the girlfriend.
Do you want to go, or shall I? No, I'll go.
Hello, Tess.
I'm Detective Chief Inspector Sullivan.
This is Jack Hodgson, a colleague.
Have you found him? Was Jason in any kind of trouble? Drugs, for example.
Buying, selling, taking them? No.
He was better than that.
Then why did he run? What do you mean? I went round to Jason's place to help the police.
When was the last time you saw him, Tess? Yesterday, after he finished work.
We were watching telly.
He said he was going out, and that we'd see each other later and then he left.
He had a box, like a child's lunch box.
He never let it go all the time he was running.
I don't know anything about a box.
Did Jason ever mention someone called Dean Fallon? Er we saw him at the Octane Club sometimes.
I knew him as a kid.
And Jason never met Dean apart from that? Not as far as I know.
Do you know anything about Dean dealing drugs at the Octane? No.
Jason Simons bought your drugs.
- So? - He's dead.
The cops like you for it.
This is bollocks.
I didn't kill Jason Simons.
This your excuse to get rid of me? We need you out.
We're taking over.
Sorry, Dean.
What you gonna do? Bar me? - It's not your club.
- What you been telling him? Your father needs to raise a lot of capital.
He can't afford you to screw this up.
You mean you can't.
This is the family business and I'm a chip off the old block.
Ain't that right, Dad? Why don't you go away for a bit? I'll get Paulo to open up the villa.
Have a holiday, take your girl.
On me.
No.
Too hot for me this time of year.
I'll stick around.
What did you keep in here? I just lied for you, Dad.
It was heroin, wasn't it? What are you doing? Someone made you do this, didn't they? Was it Dean? Now, sweetheart, listen to me W-What did you do to Jason? What did you do? No, no, no, nothing.
I swear.
Please, don't talk about this - to anyone.
- Why? Everything that I have done, I've done for you and your mum.
Trust me, Tess.
Just, please.
I loved him.
I really loved him.
I know you did.
I know you did.
Where have you been? Pub.
Pubs I thought I loved him.
He talked to me.
He made me laugh.
He was my best friend, for God's sake.
He treated me like I was a real person.
Not just some ghost waiting for you to come home.
I was trying to earn, Kate.
Overtime, promotion, for all this.
I thought you'd killed him.
I believed you were capable of that.
I was scared of you.
What did you think I was gonna do to you? I'm sorry.
I miss him.
You think I don't? The real Jason Simons died.
Born 1987, he was taken into care at six.
Young offenders institutions until he was 18.
And then? He disappears.
Blips off the radar completely.
Just another kid on the streets.
Easily missed.
Body never found.
But six years later, he starts showing up again.
We think this guy stole his identity.
Well, that makes sense.
We found more surveillance equipment in his flat.
Pretty hi-tech stuff, so this is a major outfit.
ID theft like this, that's a sophisticated move.
We expecting anyone? No.
But you were.
Weren't you, sir? This is DI Peter Richards.
Serious Crime Squad.
He was Simons' handler, under my command.
Simons' real name was Detective Sergeant Ryan McManus.
He was working undercover in Essex for just over a year, trying to infiltrate regional drugs gangs.
Both victims were policemen? So, you had Simons bug Sam Honeywell's car? Well, Honeywell was rubbing shoulders with a lot of known faces, so we needed to make sure that he wasn't playing both sides.
You thought my officer was bent? Simons was a regular coke user! He formed a sexual relationship with an 18-year-old girl! Well, the girl who had no idea about Simons' true ID, so You'd lost control of him.
That's why you couldn't tell me about him.
Simons did nothing to help or hinder your murder investigation.
But you left him out there! He said he was close to a major drugs deal, so, yes, I left him out there.
His death is on me, Jim.
Well, my news is Simons sold a black BMW X5 three weeks ago to Dean Fallon.
Tess Hughes said that he and Simons only ever met at the Octane Club.
So, either she was lying, or her boyfriend was keeping secrets.
What about the attack last night? Anything to confirm it was Dean Fallon? No.
No DNA or fibres on Jack or his clothes.
I've got enough.
I'm bringing Dean Fallon in for the murders of Sam Honeywell and Simons.
No, no, no, no.
It's not going to happen.
If he's involved in a major drug deal, - we should play this one out.
- And what if he hasn't finished killing police officers? Jim, wait.
Maybe he's right.
Maybe you shouldn't bring Dean in yet.
Simons bugged Honeywell's car.
What if he did the same to Dean? Then we need to get inside Dean's car and check the stitching in the seats.
We'd need to break into it.
It's too messy.
So, how was Simons planning to get it back? We found spare car keys in his flat.
He must have cut copies.
Get me eyes on Dean Fallon.
We need five minutes in the car.
I reckon I can get you that.
Tessie.
How are you, darling? I know what you did to Jason.
Come on, you're upset.
I was really sorry to hear what happened.
- You bastard.
- You're wrong about me, Tessie.
You always have been.
I could help you, if only you'd tr I don't know how you made my dad hide your heroin but the police are so close, so you are going to get him out of this - or I'll tell them everything I know.
- Yeah? What's that, then? You deal drugs.
You hated Jason.
You threatened to kill him.
Well, I wouldn't do that, if I was you, because it sounds to me like your old man, he'd go to jail.
Not for murder.
He'll be out in a few years.
You'll be in there for life.
- Fuck him.
- Oh, mate.
- She's on one! - It's ridiculous! What is wrong with her? Tess.
Sweetheart.
Leave him before it's too late.
What are you talking about? It's not safe here any more.
Dean was nothing to do with what happened to Jase.
Just leave him, OK? - Morning.
- Morning.
Can we load the photos of Jack from the other night? - The ones in just the pants? - Yeah.
Hm.
I think we'll go with the high resolution.
Show me the other victims.
In both cases, the major bruising is to the upper and middle left areas.
Injuries to the right are less severe and don't extend above the elbow.
Can a sample of two be called a pattern? The fire damage to Sergeant Honeywell obscured a visual comparison.
Dissection revealed subcutaneous bruising.
So, what we're suggesting is a specific incapacity on the part of the attacker.
Such as? Well, according to his notes, Dean Fallon was born with something called Sprengel's shoulder.
Congenital high scapula to his left arm.
It restricts articulation, like frozen shoulder.
He's a cage fighter.
Doesn't affect power or musculature, but it would mean that he couldn't swing a left much higher than his elbow.
- It's speculative.
- Umpteen variables.
- Was the victim standing? - Direction of attack, et cetera.
Well, there might be something here.
I'm gonna need a whole lot more to charge Dean Fallon.
Wait till I get the stairlift.
I used to come up here with me cuppa.
You, hot chocolate.
Cream and marshmallows.
We'd talk school, music and boys.
Things haven't been great between us.
You've been growing up so fast, and I've never really been there for you.
I know you loved him.
I've been worried about you.
Please don't shut me out.
I'm still Mum.
You can tell me anything.
It's all right, Mum.
I'll be fine.
Are you lost, killer? They're not gonna give up.
They really want you for this.
Hey, hey, easy.
Easy.
Easy.
Nobody thinks you're stupid, Dean.
Why'd they send you? Whatever you've got going here, they'll make it impossible.
You need to think about cooperating.
No.
Why did they send you? What, just cos you've been in the ring, that don't make you a copper? I told you, I'm not a cop.
- The real reason you're here, innit? - No, it really isn't.
Come on.
You and me.
It was always on.
Let them get clear, then we move.
Your mate's not big on etiquette.
I'm Jack.
We're not here to talk.
Right.
Gloves.
No.
Come on, killer.
Huh? What happened to that shoulder? Hm? Come on! Gloves.
Parry's here.
He's got a weapon.
Shit! I'm not going to fight you.
Come on! - That's more like it! Come on! Now! - Move! No! No! I'll get ya! I'll have ya! Come back here again, yeah, and I'll kill you! - Did we get it? - Mm-hm.
That was quality, boys.
Have some more.
Just Dean Fallon's cokey bullshit so far.
It's embarrassing.
So, how much you got, then? You'll have a transcript first thing.
Any procedures you did actually manage to follow? I'm aware the recovery was compromised.
'"Compromised'" as in '"inadmissible'".
Right now, I'd settle for information.
Build evidence off it.
We're still shooting in the dark here.
Hey, anything I withheld was in good faith.
Sam Honeywell was one of ours.
So was Ryan McManus.
But we won't be burying him with police honours.
He doesn't even exist until this operation's over.
Try explaining that to his family.
Thank you.
- Not sure I can do this.
- I've already jumped down his throat.
Might have finally got through to him this time.
He's no good on his own, Kate.
This isn't the place for him tonight.
I don't know if anything I feel is right any more.
You came.
Looking at Jack, I'd say the bruise pattern theory's on ice.
Oh, thanks, Nikki Real nice theory, by the way, gang Dean can swing a left just fine.
The Fallons spent the late '90s in Spain and Dean had an operation out there to correct his shoulder condition.
I saw the scar.
The procedure wasn't on his UK medical records.
That's why we missed it.
Doesn't necessarily rule him out.
We might be looking at more than one person.
There was heroin on Simons' penknife.
The DNA test showed this opium poppy is brand-new to us.
New supplier? New source? The variety's native to the Quetta mountains, north Pakistan.
It's also extremely pure - 65%.
So, we should be looking at import as well as sale.
It's got a street value of about 60 grand a kilo.
Good.
I'll pass it on.
Is that us, er, done for the night? Not me.
Stuff to crack on with.
Yeah, me, too.
Nikki might be free, though.
- Do you fancy a lift? - She's got a car.
I, on the other hand Well, um good night.
- Night.
- Good night.
Bye-bye.
I thought we'd been discreet.
I can't.
Not such a good idea? I'll decide that.
Listen to me.
No, you listen.
Forget Honeywell.
Ben Osrin, Fallon's lawyer? I know these officers.
You could shoot their mother in front of them and they wouldn't make a case.
No more screw-ups.
Understand? And don't use this number.
He's getting a visit.
No need.
He's downstairs.
Came in early to make a complaint on behalf of Dean Fallon.
No, stick around.
This could be fun.
I'm sorry there wasn't another room available.
No bother.
We know why we're here.
Dean Fallon? A suspended officer turns up at my client's place of work, causes criminal damage to his vehicle and attempts to assault him with a deadly weapon.
Well Nothing to add before I file a complaint? I'll decide that.
Listen to me.
No, you listen.
Forget Honeywell.
I know these officers.
You could shoot their mother in front of them and they wouldn't make a case.
Am I mistaken, or is that your voice on there? You got here fast.
Wait, how did you even know? - Sh.
- Sh.
I've a big mouth.
It was a private conversation.
I apologise.
Why were you in Dean Fallon's car? He's a client, a friend.
You know, sometimes he needs a hand getting home.
Who were you talking to? I do 50 calls a day.
I don't remember every one.
Last Saturday, 23.
04.
The Sergeant Honeywell you refer to was murdered the day before.
Ring any bells? I'm sorry.
I don't deny that this is embarrassing and I've apologised.
But there's nothing here, is there? It's just some off-colour shop talk.
Look if there's nothing further Would you provide the call list from your mobile as a favour? Given there's nothing in this.
Of course.
I'm presuming that you've got the correct RIPA authority to be bugging my client's car.
The tape fell into our hands.
Like I said.
Storm in a teacup.
I'm sorry, love.
It's easier for me, I never forget that.
Your phone call.
The police got my end of the tape.
They'll trace it to you.
W-Wh-Wh-What do I tell them? Oh, I don't know, Stanley.
What have you been telling them? Come on, don't insult me.
You tipped off that cop, Honeywell.
That's ridiculous.
If you weren't needed, you'd be dead.
Just don't insult me.
Come on, sit down.
Sit down.
You got cold feet last week.
You panicked, yeah? So, you tip off him off.
What did you tell him, exactly? I didn't mention any names.
I didn't say it was drugs.
- Are you sure about that, Stan? - Yeah, I swear.
I just told him I felt there was something wrong with a container.
I just wanted it to stop.
You're getting paid.
No-one held a gun to your head.
So, your little girl's boyfriend, how did he end up with the stash? - I told you.
It was an accident.
- It was in your safekeeping.
Your accidents have meant a lot of cleaning up.
Now, Tess, she she doesn't know anything about this.
- Please.
- I'll fix this.
But it's gonna cost me, so it's gonna cost you.
Half your share.
It stops! You understand?! But I didn't tell Honeywell any names.
No.
You've got too much to lose.
Get off.
Don't hog it.
Just a little one.
Tessie needs cheering up.
Get her down here, will you? I'm the one does what you want.
All right, then.
Go and get my fags from the car.
Keys are on the desk.
Fetch them yourself.
Oi, do you want a line or not? Let it go.
Things just moved on, hm? The shallow grave meant for Jason Simons.
I can put Ben Osrin's car at the scene.
I'm about to make our senior investigating officer very happy.
Or did you beat me to it? For what it's worth, I think he's all right.
For you, I mean.
Craggy, middle-aged, stubborn workaholic.
And then there's him.
What you doing? You all right? I need to talk.
Tell me the truth.
Both of you.
You've known our Stan since we were at school.
And if he was in bother, you'd tell me.
Wouldn't you? Yeah.
But Terry ain't involved with any of that now.
Tess's boyfriend has been killed.
The one you came round to ask me about.
The one who knew your son, Dean.
I'm sorry, June.
Don't know anything about it, love.
So, why's Ben Osrin round our house? Tess.
Tess I'm scared.
In most cases, Sprengel's shoulder exhibits as part of Klippel-Feil syndrome.
Fused vertebrae, but there was no mention of that in Dean's childhood diagnosis.
But he had Sprengel's in isolation.
That's much rarer.
Either way, you're born with it - it's congenital.
Klippel's is dominant gene inheritance.
Sprengel's alone is Nikki? Chlo? You hiding? I was a bit mean.
Come and have a cheeky line, eh? Oh, Chlo! Oh! What's the problem? The beatings on the victims.
I think we're there.
Dean Fallon doesn't have Sprengel's.
It's rare, but in isolation, the condition can be hereditary.
Father to son.
Terry Fallon never had the operation.
Paint from Osrin's C-model Benz.
Matches the bark from the Simons crime scene.
We'll put a call out.
Like to see him explain this one.
Nikki.
The police.
I'm on tape talking to Stan Hughes.
- It's a matter of time.
- What'd you go and see Stan for? How come you didn't let me know about that? - I had to do something.
- And what did you do? Look, it's anonymous, all right? All we do is tip off the cops, they raid Dean's office, the heroin's there, the twine you used on Simons.
It's for the best.
It's for the best? What? Setting up our Dean? We re-group.
I still got my clients in Pakistan.
They're solid.
We wait six months and then we go again.
I can't wait! I've put the lot into this! No, the police are too close.
If your guy Hughes hadn't tipped them off So, you've decided, have you? It ain't happening? Yeah, I had to.
To save us.
To save us all.
Yeah, but not our Dean.
Oh, seriously, Terry.
Who needs him? And what if I don't agree? They're my contacts.
My clients in Pakistan.
It's my money, though.
Without me, you'd be penniless.
You'd be in a cell.
What? You think Trish would have stuck with you? Oh Are you all right, love? No.
No, I'm not.
Dad's let us down.
He's gonna get us into trouble.
That cop and Jason Simons, - I think that was him.
- No.
I couldn't work out why, but now I know.
- He's at it.
- No.
You've got this wrong.
Tess reckoned I'd got her old man to hold this for him.
I never.
Dad did.
- Chloe found it.
- Right.
- Let's go get a drink.
- Mum? Your dad is gonna look after his family.
The cops wanted me for this, and you knew it was him.
We protected you.
We always do.
Ohh Your father is gonna set us up for life.
What's he doing, Mum? - He's working.
- He's killed people.
Look.
Look.
Look at Chloe.
They'll get him again.
He'll go away.
- He won't! He knows what he's doing.
- He's in trouble.
He needs help, else we're gonna lose him for ever.
- Hit the clubs and the residence.
- Got it.
Alert all units for Terry Fallon.
Anyone that IDs him requests immediate backup.
Understood? Get DS Haynes on the line, please.
If this is Terry Fallon covering his tracks, - he's not doing a very good job.
- Maybe he's in a hurry.
For what? Here.
This address.
Tess Hughes lives there.
Jason Simons' girlfriend.
What's Ben Osrin doing paying her a visit this morning? Terry? Hello, June.
It's all right, Mum.
I asked him.
I-It's Dean.
I didn't know what else to do.
Why? What's he done, love? It's just I think he might be making Dad do something he don't want.
I think he might have killed people.
She didn't wanna worry you with this, June.
Have you told anyone else? About what your dad's doing? What about you, June? - You tell anyone about this? - No.
No.
- Cos if you have, I need to know now.
- Terry I'm just talking to Tess.
You sounded scared on the phone, love.
Who else did you call? Right Well, your dad is just trying to help his family and I'm trying to help, too.
So, now we're all gonna help each other.
Yeah, probable overdose.
Inflammation inside the nasal passage.
No sign of any drugs she took.
- Have you moved anything? - No.
- Have you touched anything at all?! - Nothing.
White granules.
Looks like a match for Simons' penknife.
Tess? Hello? Sean, check up.
Tess Hughes.
Age 18.
She's on file.
Jason Simons'girlfriend.
He needs a hostage.
Why? The fish stall - Honeywell's mystery meeting.
We thought it was a police officer.
Close.
Try Stanley Hughes, customs officer.
The girl's father.
Tess lied to us, but not for Simons.
She was protecting her dad.
I think we're about to place him at the Honeywell murder scene.
Witness, at least.
Possible accessory.
If Hughes is the inside man, maybe Terry Fallon's taken Tess as insurance.
First murder scene's not far from the docks.
It all points there.
Sure you won't have some? Oh, she was a good girl.
I mean, I knew she had problems, but nothing like this.
Your husband killed two of ours.
He murdered Ben Osrin.
Now he's taken Tess Hughes.
There's an innocent young girl lying dead in a toilet cubicle because of your husband.
Innocent? Like I said, Chloe had problems.
It's over, Trish.
But you can still do the right thing.
Where is he? I wouldn't know, would I? Nothing's gonna happen if your daddy does the right thing.
And don't even think about going anywhere, OK? OK?! June OK, Stan? Er, yeah, not too bad.
Um Vienna soon.
Why? Came from Karachi.
Never got checked quay-side.
Not like you.
You look terrible, Stan.
You want me to do this? Oh, I wouldn't bother.
We've stopped that carrier loads of times.
It's always been legit.
How's it going? Everything OK, yeah? Yeah, it's on its way.
Where is she? You get your deposit back when the truck's off-loaded.
Hi.
Do you know where Stan Hughes is? - He just drove off.
Took an early lunch.
- I want the waybills and manifestos for all the trucks that have left during the past hour.
Come on, let's get to it! All right.
Here you go.
Hello? Mum.
Oh, Mum, are you OK? Oh, yeah, Tess, I'm fine.
The police are here with me.
Where are you, Tess? I don't I don't know.
Tess, this is Jack Hodgson.
Your mum's safe.
I need to know where you are.
Um Are there any road names? Um, there's a there's a sign.
Goodman's Haulage.
We're coming for you right now.
OK, hurry, hurry, he's got a gun.
Terry's got Tess at Goodman's Haulage yard.
Repeat- Goodman's Haulage yard.
He's armed.
I'll see you there.
Hughes has gone.
Expect he's heading there, too.
We're leaving now.
Goodman's Haulage, all cars and ARVs now.
The suspect is armed.
I'm here, all right? It's gonna be OK.
It's gonna be OK.
Out! - Who did you call? - My mum.
Just my mum.
Let her go, Terry! Let her go.
You've got everything you want.
You talk ever I'll have her found.
I'll kill her.
How did you know I was here? Mum told me.
So, what's the deal? Hey, let me guess.
Sell this lot, make yourself untouchable and keep me out of it.
That's not what this is about.
Nah? Chloe's dead.
You killed her.
This is over, Dad.
No, it's not! This is for us, Dean.
That's exactly what Mum said.
This has never been about me, has it, Dad? Where's Ben? Ben ain't part of this any more.
Now, shut up and listen.
This puts me in a different league.
I'll bring you in, I'll teach you.
The clubs will clean the money.
No cops.
No jail.
I ain't leaving you and your mum again.
But we've gotta go.
Now.
Gimme the gun.
You remember my first fight? Eh? I was 13.
Hammered the guy.
I looked over, fists in the air, you weren't even watching, Dad.
Too busy cutting a deal.
You didn't even know I'd won.
You never did give me a chance.
You ain't gonna kill me - I'm your old man.
Police! Drop your weapon! Dean! Lie still.
It's nothing.
Look at me.
Look at me! You've gotta hold on.
I'm here now.
Dean! No, Dean! Drop your weapons! Hands behind your head! - No, no.
No.
Nikki! - Paramedics, now.
Jim! Jim, can you hear me? We need paramedics! His breathing's shallow.
- Pulse is dropping.
- There's no pressure.
We need oxygen.
Where's the bloody oxygen?! Oh, don't do this.
It's all right, Nikki.
Nikki, come away.
- Nikki.
- Nikki.
Hello, sir? Hello, sir? Can you hear me? Put the mask on.
Hello, sir? Look at me, Stan.
I didn't want any money.
You know that.
I just wanted you! Dad? We'll be here when you get out.
- Thomas, thank you for coming.
- No problem.
Hi.
Appreciate it.
How you doing? All right? You OK? So, did you make detective? No.
No, I tried, but I couldn't go back.
Never thought I'd miss it so bloody much.
What will you do now? Who knows? There's no hurry.
I'll save you a seat.
See you in there.
They told me I should thank you for saving my life.
You were lucky.
I don't usually get a live one.
So, I guess that's it.
Case closed.
Well, there'll always be another.
And we know where the whisky is.
- Hey, you'll be fine.
- Yeah.
Sam was 17.
He'd just lost his parents and was wondering what to do with his life.
He told me he wanted to join the force so, naturally, I tried to put him off.
He told me he wanted to do a job that was worthwhile which he could believe in, with people he trusted.
I'm proud to say he became a good copper and a decent man.
People make mistakes.
Coppers deal with that every day - it's the job.
And we make mistakes ourselves - we're only human.
But we're a family and families support each other, forgive each other love each other.
Because in the end it's all we have.
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