By Any Means (2013): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript

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...

..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...

..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.

Yeah... OK.

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? Erm... not 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 he... nailed 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...

..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 nine... no, 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.

Erm... would 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...

..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...

♪ ..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.