DCI Banks (2010–2016): Season 3, Episode 5 - Bad Boy - Part 1 - full transcript
What the hell are you doing?
I'm sorry I cut you up!
Lesson learnt, yeah?
No!
We can't leave him here like that,
not now he's seen us.
Please...
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Yeah, all right, all right.
Maybe the lasagne was a bit burnt.
Next time, I'll cook.
Oh, next time? You're pushing your luck.
You know, Tracy's out for the night.
Mum's staying over with Isla.
So... game of scrabble?
Dad, I'm home.
Hey, Tracy. You're back.
You're not a DCI for nothing.
I thought you had a date.
Clearly.
Er, don't let me spoil your fun.
I'm just gonna go upstairs
and listen to some proper music.
It's fine. I was leaving anyway.
No, you... Stay.
You have my room.
I'll sleep on the sofa.
It's fine. I'm not 12.
I know you two are shagging.
Er... Hey.
Chance would be a fine thing.
Come on, stay. She's fine with it.
She's been stood up
and now she feels like a gooseberry.
She's pissed off, trust me.
Talk to her.
See you later.
Tracy, are you OK?
Yeah, I'm fine.
You're probably better off without him.
Late night, was it?
Hardly slept a wink.
She means with the baby.
What else could she mean?
There's a Mrs Juliet Doyle
here to see you.
Your old neighbour. She's very upset,
so I put her in your office
out of the way.
That was nice of you.
If I'd been blessed with a bedside
manner, I'd have become a nurse.
The NHS was spared.
Juliet, what's wrong?
- It's Erin.
- What's happened?
We brought her up well, didn't we?
Of course. Put us to shame.
Tracy used to want you and Peter
to adopt her, do you remember?
Now, come on. I can't help you
unless you tell me what the problem is.
I was cleaning her bedroom
this morning
when something fell off
the top of the wardrobe.
A shoebox, wrapped. With a tag on it.
- Well, it's her birthday in two weeks.
- Right.
I know she's been seeing someone.
The paper had torn,
so I thought, "Well...
"...there's no harm in having a peek
to see what he's bought her."
What was in the box?
A gun.
OK. Where is it now?
Peter's put it back
on top of the wardrobe.
- Does Erin know that you've found it?
- No.
She was in the shower,
and I told Peter not to mention it.
Juliet, who is it
that she's been seeing?
I don't know.
She won't tell me.
She won't tell me anything.
It's OK. It's gonna be fine.
I told you not to call me.
Have you changed my locks?
- First you take my bar, and now...
- It's got nothing to do with that.
You know why I'm doing this, Jaff.
I told you yesterday.
You don't work for me any more,
so why should I pay your rent?
Where's all my stuff?
Where the hell am I meant to live?
Not round here,
if you know what's good for you.
Al, please, I'm...
Too clever for his own good in the end.
So...
Are you ready to fill his shoes?
It's a big leap for a dole bum from...
- Where were you brought up again?
- Deptford.
Look, if you don't think
I'm up to the job...
Beggars can't be choosers.
What, you seriously think you can
just pop round there
and saunter out
with a potentially loaded gun?
The majority of allegations
regarding firearms
turn out to be either
imitations or air guns.
Yes, that might not be the case here.
The property needs to be secured
and the rogue weapon shut down.
It's just quicker and easier
if I deal with it.
I'll defuse any tension.
Especially as they're old friends.
No, it's too dangerous.
Erin might not even know
the gun's there.
Helen, she's not a criminal.
I lived next door to the Doyles
for years.
I won't be diverted from
the standard operating procedure
because of your sentimentality.
You can't be certain
Erin isn't involved.
And if she is,
her dad's life could be at risk.
You do understand the scale
of a response like this, don't you?
Do you really want to inflict that
on the Doyles?
No, we'd be doing this
to protect the Doyles.
I suggest you sit with Mrs Doyle,
make sure she doesn't warn Erin
and let me monitor the raid.
Please.
OK.
Ken, log the incident,
call in an armed response team,
and we'll need a plan
of the interior of the house.
And could you run a check
on the Doyle family? Erin in particular.
I'd better go.
Right.
Here we go, folks. Excuse me.
- Hello. Superintendent Mike Trethowan.
- DI Helen Morton.
Plans of the interior and aerial images
of the surrounding area.
Have you managed to alert the occupants?
Well, I've just called the landline,
and it's engaged.
But I've got another number
for the daughter, Erin Doyle.
Best not contact her directly.
She is technically a suspect.
But, our overriding priority
is her safety.
In which case, maybe we should raise
the risk assessment.
Yeah, I'll call the landline again.
Folks...
My colleague Helen
will get Erin out of harm's way,
then we can take care of the gun.
Promise me she won't get into
any more trouble.
That all depends on whether or not
she knew the gun was there.
No, she can't have.
Who does she spend time with these days?
Well, she's out drinking
all hours with...
God knows who.
She's out of control.
Do you have any idea what
you're putting your mother through?
- You're not going to your room.
- Get out of my way!
No. I'm your father.
You'll do as you're told!
They're arguing with a possible
section five firearm in the mix.
We should go in.
I don't want to aggravate the situation.
Don't tempt me, young lady.
- What are you gonna do?
- Don't you dare!
This could soon develop
into a hostage situation.
At worst, a fatal shooting.
It's your call.
Erin, get back here!
I've had it with you!
OK, go ahead. Carefully.
You don't scare me. Get off me!
Go.
- Erin! Erin!
- Get off me!
Opening!
Erin, stay there!
- What's going on?
- Stay there!
Erin!
Armed Police! Armed Police!
- Taser!
- Help, help!
Get off me! Dad!
Stay back, sir!
Get off me!
Warburton, give me an update?
Man down.
Man down. I need medical support now.
I need an ambulance
at 30 Laburnum Way. It's urgent.
- They've shot him! They shot my dad!
- Shit.
Help! Get off me!
He had a weapon, a sword or something.
He collapsed.
Alice said a heart attack.
Yes, suspected cardiac arrest.
What, is that it?
Is that the weapon?
I think your officers might have
some serious explaining to do.
DI Morton. I need a scene of crime team
at 30 Laburnum Way
as soon as possible, please.
Firearm secured, sir.
Hurry up!
Hey.
How is he?
They hit him in the chest,
electrocuted him, Alan.
I'm so sorry.
I came to you as a friend.
We had to follow procedure.
He'd just had a knee operation.
You didn't tell me that.
I didn't expect him to be attacked.
You promised me your colleagues
would sort it out calmly. Now...
He's here.
- Erin's in jail.
- We just want to talk to her.
Yeah, well. Wish I'd talked to her,
instead of trusting you.
Nine millimetre, semi-automatic.
Smith and Wesson.
Looks about 20 years old.
As you can see,
the serial number has been filed down.
"To my darling Erin.
Not to be opened until your birthday.
"Lots of love." Three kisses.
And they say romance is dead.
What?
Helen, what the hell happened?
Look, they were fighting.
They wouldn't answer the door.
And our aim was to preserve life.
Try telling that to Juliet Doyle, huh?
Just been to see her husband Peter.
He might not make it.
Now, I'm not saying it was your fault.
Good, cos it really wasn't.
You did overrule Alan, though.
Well, no surprise
that you're backing him up.
I'm backing him up because he's right.
No, I'm not gonna apologise
for following the rules,
especially in light of some
new information.
- What new information?
- The gun's been fired recently.
Look, what's happened to Peter Doyle
is unfortunate,
but it's better that he was tasered
than shot dead.
Unfortunate's putting it mildly, Helen.
Ken, check out
all recent reported shootings.
Annie.
Is my dad gonna be OK?
We hope so, Erin.
Do you know why you're here?
The policeman said something about
firearms offences.
Why didn't you answer the door?
We were fighting.
He wouldn't let me go up to my room.
That's because...
He knew that this was there.
Nine millimetre, Smith and Wesson,
semi-automatic.
Hidden on top of your wardrobe.
Wrapped up as a present.
Your mum found it this morning.
- Did you know what was inside?
- No.
No.
Why would he give me a gun?
Who, Erin? Who gave it to you?
Look, it's important
because it's been used.
Fired, maybe by whoever gave it to you.
Who gave the gun to you, Erin?
Jaff. Jaff Kitson.
Has he killed somebody?
The returns
on our initial investment
have exceeded even my expectations.
Have I ever steered you wrong before?
It's a good site
with a strong grid network.
Morning, gents.
I see you've started without me.
Mr Channing will take care of you.
I told you to stay away.
You can't just cut me off, Al.
I helped you build up this business.
You betrayed my family.
Now move on and pray
that body never gets found.
Or what? I'll be joining it?
You haven't dumped the car yet?
Do you wanna get caught?
- I've retained the gun.
- What?
You sign over what I'm due, which is
half your assets, you'll get it back.
Is everything all right?
You put this idiot in charge,
you'll be a laughing stock.
If you're so clever,
how come you ended up with sod all?
Mitchell!
And I want my bar back as well.
You haven't got the balls to do this.
Oh, yeah?
Excuse me, now.
Annie, I hear you've had a baby.
Did someone make a complaint?
What brings you here, sir?
The fiasco that led
to an innocent person being tasered.
- There's gonna be an internal inquiry.
- Oh, shit.
I'm overseeing it,
and I could do with your help on it.
You know your way around the MCU.
Yeah, but I'd be investigating
one of my own team, amongst others.
If DI Morton did nothing wrong,
then you'll be doing her and us a favour
by keeping it in house.
But what if she is to blame?
Does the fact that she's a colleague
mean she should get away with it?
You'd be doing us a huge favour
that wouldn't go unnoticed.
Jaffar Kitson, aka Jaff,
moved to Leeds from London
five years ago.
Previously worked as a City banker.
Left under a cloud
after misappropriating funds.
No charges were pressed.
Now works primarily
as a financial adviser.
Grew up in Peckham.
No dad in the picture,
mum died seven years ago.
Excelled at school.
He's done well for himself.
According to the database,
he drives a smoking hot silver MG TF.
Erin Doyle said that he was
driving a black Audi TT
when he picked her up on Monday night.
Tariq, check CCTV around Market Street.
See if you can get a registration.
We found a clear set of prints
on the magazine of the gun.
They're not on file.
The number he gave Erin Doyle
is a pay-as-you-go, can't be traced.
They'd only been seeing each other
for a couple of months.
Apparently, Jaff would turn up
out of the blue, take her clubbing.
She was so dazzled
by the champagne lifestyle,
she never asked any questions.
Classic "good girl meets bad boy".
We've all been there.
What?
The gun had been fired
and then wrapped up as a present. Why?
- When's her birthday?
- Not for a couple of weeks.
Maybe it was a safe hiding place.
He was buying time.
I'm gonna release Erin Doyle,
tell her to contact us
if and when Jaff Kitson gets in touch.
How do we know
they're not in this together?
I'm pretty sure she's innocent.
We need to find Jaff Kitson
before he knows that we're onto him.
Find out his friends,
his work colleagues,
who he hangs around wi...
- Sir.
- Could we talk in your office?
Right. I'll hand you over
to Chief Superintendent Chambers,
Head of Professional Standards.
I don't think you need me to explain
why this debacle necessitates
an internal inquiry.
Superintendent Chambers has requested
Annie's services on his inquiry.
She's kindly agreed.
What?
DS Cabbot's familiar with the unit.
No offence, but how can
she possibly be objective?
Because she also has experience
in professional standards.
We're overstretched and under-resourced.
- Makes perfect sense.
- Not to me.
It's a done deal.
- Annie.
- Right.
Firstly, I'll need statements
from Superintendent Trethowan
and the team involved in the operation.
Same goes for the Major Crimes Unit
and DCI Banks.
You have my full co-operation.
I'm confident that my officers acted
in accordance with the law
- and their training.
- Same here.
- Well...
- What?
I'm not convinced that the
intelligence provided by DI Morton
was wholly reliable.
DI Morton is nothing
if not pathologically thorough.
I'll second that.
The damage happened inside the house,
caused by your taser-happy officers.
Damage which key information
could have prevented.
If you're trying to shift the blame
for the incompetence of your unit
onto DI Morton,
you're a bigger prick than I thought.
Sorry, sir.
But right now our priority
is an investigation
into the provenance of the gun.
It's been used recently.
Do what you have to.
I haven't got time for this bullshit.
Boss, there's no news on any
reported shootings matching the gun.
So with a bit of luck,
it was just used for target practice.
Helen, listen.
There's gonna be an internal inquiry
about what happened this morning.
The Doyle family, the press
and senior management
simply won't accept this as an accident.
But that's Superintendent
Trethowan's problem, surely.
Well, he's making noises that
he didn't receive the full intelligence.
What? But he did. What did I miss?
Knowing you, not much.
Don't worry. I'm gonna support you
all the way on this.
I've never been the subject
of an investigation before.
I know. One more thing you should know.
Annie's leading the investigation.
Don't ask me why.
It's gonna be fine.
I know you disapprove,
but Chambers is my old boss,
and he wanted me, needed me for the job.
What did he offer you? Promotion?
Ambitious to a fault, eh, Annie?
- I've never made a secret of that.
- But at Helen's expense?
She should have let you take
the sodding gun, Alan.
So what, now you're gonna
teach her a lesson?
You think I said yes to get at her?
You think I'm that shallow?
So why did you, when we're all
working so well together?
You, Helen, you're part of a team.
Now she's under attack
and you're the one firing the bullets.
What the hell were you thinking?
If she's done nothing wrong, she's got
nothing to worry about, has she?
You know this kind of thing
is Helen's worst nightmare.
The least we could have done
is given her our full support.
Oh, I had no idea
she meant that much to you.
I'm sorry, I ate on the way home.
It's force of habit.
You need looking after.
Used to my own company, I guess.
Well, I'll pack my bags then, shall I?
You don't wanna be stuck with me.
Married to the job,
you know what it's like.
You should be with people your own age.
Having fun.
If you like, I can
sub you rent for a while,
till you find a job.
Yeah, but I don't want any old job.
I wanna do something exciting.
Actually, I know a guy who's got
contacts in events management.
Or I could try stripping.
Yeah.
Did you bring the present?
I thought we could open it together.
What the hell did you think you were
doing, giving me a gun as a gift?
- Who have you told?
- My mum found it.
- She went to the police.
- Shit!
- Why didn't you stop her?
- I didn't know she found it!
- Did you shoot someone, Jaff?
- No, of course I didn't.
I was just keeping it for a friend.
That's all.
He needed a safe hiding place.
Now, tell me, Erin...
Where is the gun now?
The police have got it.
They raided the house.
They tasered my dad.
It gave him a heart attack!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry.
Did you tell them that I gave it to you?
I had to.
But I didn't tell them
you'd called tonight.
Not that you deserve it.
You used me.
What's she ringing you for, Jaff?
If you're cheating on me
after everything you've put me through,
I may as well go to the police now.
You do that
and I will kill you.
Morning!
- Good night, was it?
- Yeah.
Amazing.
That guy I mentioned is gonna
help me get into events management.
The events management guy.
- How old is this guy?
- I don't know. 30s.
You sure that's all he wants?
Cos God forbid he thought
I had any actual talent.
You're the one
that wanted me to get the job,
and move out.
- I only said that...
- It's fine, I get it.
You've got Annie and the baby.
Maybe you want one of your own.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where's all this...
And then there's Mum and her new family.
Maybe I should open a cr?che.
Tracy, what's this really about?
I came here to sort my head out.
And you don't even talk to me.
And when you do, all you do is lecture.
I lecture you...
So, I don't have the right
to an opinion.
No.
No, you lost that right
when you walked out on us.
Just because we've had no reported
shootings matching this gun,
that doesn't mean there isn't a victim
out there that we've yet to find.
And as I'm already one officer down,
it means we have to
pick up the pace on this.
Tariq.
Er, no report on any
stolen black Audi TTs as yet.
Ken, the search warrant
for Jaff Kitson's flat?
The CPS are presenting
the report this morning.
Come on. He networks, he schmoozes.
There must be plenty of people out there
who know him.
We could try Mitchell's Bar
on Bridge Street.
Jaff Kitson used to own it.
An application was made last month
to transfer the licence
to the new owner, Mitchell Channing.
It seems Jaff Kitson
refused to sign the consent form,
but they granted it anyway.
Right. Fancy a pint?
We're not open yet.
- Mitchell Channing?
- Yeah.
- DCI Banks.
- DI Morton.
We understand you bought this place
from Jaff Kitson a couple of months ago.
- You still in touch?
- No.
We know that he refused to transfer
the licence of this place over to you.
Why was that?
He needed the money,
then he changed his mind.
How much did you pay for it?
We can find out.
I paid in cash.
- What's he done?
- Have you any idea where he might be?
- Who his friends are?
- Nah.
I don't hang out with wankers.
That was
some outburst yesterday.
Banks should try anger management.
Worked for you, did it?
Constable Warburton, DS Cabbot.
- How is Peter Doyle?
- Still on life support.
I'd just like you to walk us
through what happened.
Well, no-one answered the door.
They were arguing. It was escalating,
so DI Morton decided
to raise the risk assessment.
Myself and Constable Alice Craig
entered through the front door.
Constables Gemmill and Miles, behind us,
were tasked with securing the weapon.
It was dark, like this.
Yeah, the electricity was off.
Looks like Doyle was
re-wiring the house.
We weren't informed
that the power was off.
It was a bloody obstacle course.
One of the officers fell over,
the door slammed shut,
- it was chaos.
- You didn't you have a torch?
Before I could get to it, the girl
came running out, screaming.
Constable Clarke was bringing
her under control here
when the father appeared in the doorway,
shouting, threatening.
- Threatening?
- Wielding what looked like a weapon.
But was, in fact, a walking stick.
In the dark, it could've been anything.
A baseball bat, a sword.
Constable Warburton, the light, please?
- Like this?
- Yeah.
He appeared to be about
to attack Constable Clarke,
so I discharged my taser.
And where were you exactly?
Constable Warburton reacted precisely
as standard operating procedure.
I'm not aware of anything in the SOP
that specifies a taser
should be aimed at the chest.
I aimed for the right arm,
the one holding the stick.
But I missed.
The lad's owned up to his mistake.
So I trust, in your report,
you'll take into account
the mitigating circumstances
of his error.
Basically, they went in blind,
thanks to DI Morton.
After Warby...
Constable Warburton,
after he discharged the taser,
the old guy collapsed,
so I gave him CPR.
Did you believe Peter Doyle
was brandishing some sort of weapon?
Yeah, definitely.
We couldn't see anything.
So in your opinion, Constable
Warburton was right to taser him?
I know you guys are tight-knit, Alice.
Your lives depend on it.
I'm the youngest on the unit.
You know, a fast-tracked
female officer...
Doesn't always go down too well,
does it?
Exactly.
You've got two choices.
You either be one of the boys
or you shag around.
So which one did you go for?
What will happen if
Constable Warburton's held accountable?
There'll be a misconduct hearing.
No, you have to understand that
in the dark, it was bedlam...
It must have been,
for him to miss Peter Doyle's arm.
Hey, you.
Yeah, well, that could be a bit tricky.
Well, I don't know. I'm thinking
of leaving town for a while.
Don't know. London, maybe.
Hey, listen.
Listen, I don't suppose you fancy coming
on a bit of a road trip with me, do you?
Cool.
Uh-huh.
I'll give you a call later, yeah.
All right.
And you know what, look,
I can show you my new ride.
All right, babe. Bye.
We could hear
Erin Doyle inside, issuing threats.
She sounded hysterical.
We believed her to be
a very real threat,
so Superintendent Trethowan was keen
to raise the risk assessment at once.
Yet ultimately,
it was your decision, DI Morton.
Yes. And I stand by it.
Even though you neglected
to tell the armed response team
that the Doyle house was being rewired?
- How could I have known that?
- By talking to Juliet Doyle.
It was me that talked to Juliet Doyle.
I was more concerned
with keeping her calm
than grilling her about her husband's
latest DIY project.
You also failed to inform the unit
that Peter Doyle
was using a walking stick,
following a recent knee operation.
Again a detail that's only
relevant in hindsight.
The damage was done inside the house.
Damage that could have been avoided
had the officer who fired the taser
known that Peter Doyle
wasn't in the best of health.
He was using a walking stick,
as opposed to brandishing
some sort of weapon.
- Did you do all the necessary checks?
- Of course I did.
Including Peter Doyle's medical records?
No.
I honestly didn't think to.
That's not necessarily
standard practice.
The officer who fired the taser
is merely trying to pass the buck
because their incompetence
caused a near fatality.
I can see how I'm an easy target.
However, I didn't check
Peter Doyle's medical records,
and I take full responsibility for that.
OK, interview's over.
I'll expect a full report
on the ACC's desk in the morning.
Well, that's precisely
why I didn't want you to get involved.
Well, I can't back down now, can I?
Can we do something tonight?
You know, take our minds off all this?
What?
I can't just switch off when I know
that Helen's reputation is on the line.
We've found a missing person's case
relating to a black TT.
Richard Martin, 33, a club DJ.
He was last seen leaving a gig in Redcar
last Saturday, around 2:15 a.m.,
heading home to Byford.
His car reg was picked up
on the system twice.
First, leaving the motorway
on to the A672,
3:00 a.m., Sunday morning.
And that's the last sighting
of Richard Martin's car
until here.
About an hour ago.
And guess who's driving?
Jaff Kitson. Nice work, Ken.
Any records of him boarding any flights?
No. I've informed airport security
and Tariq's gone over
to impound the car.
OK, 3:00 a.m., Sunday morning.
Richard Martin goes missing.
Monday night, Jaff Kitson,
driving Richard Martin's black TT,
drops Erin Doyle at home,
leaving a gun with her.
Then today, Jaff Kitson dumps
the black TT at the airport.
If the gun was used on Richard Martin...
But why would he hold on to the gun?
If Jaff Kitson killed Richard Martin,
why not just get rid of the weapon?
Why leave it with your girlfriend?
- So he could go back and get it.
- To what end?
Kill someone else?
What the hell is Jaff Kitson
mixed up in?
Something else I don't understand.
Why did you cave in so easily
down there?
Because I should have asked
more questions.
I... Maybe it is my fault.
Boss, this is new. White BMW.
Looks like he's trying to run
Richard Martin off the road.
Looks like there's two of them.
Look who's in the passenger seat.
Well, Jaff Kitson had an accomplice?
NL12 PNZ.
The BMW's registered
to Alistair Jenkins.
You're joking.
Who's Alistair Jenkins?
Millionaire property developer,
head of AJ Limited.
All-round nasty piece of work,
destroys anyone who gets in his way.
Richard Martin wouldn't be
the first person to disappear
after running into him.
DCI Banks.
Can't say I've missed
your surprise visits.
Do you know this man?
Never seen him before in my life.
Mr Jenkins, where were you
on Sunday night at 3:00 a. M?
- In bed.
- Can anybody vouch for that?
My wife died last year.
No woman could ever replace her.
So who was driving your BMW
with Jaff Kitson in the passenger seat?
Jaff Kitson?
Your financial adviser
for the last five years.
- Not my car.
- Really?
It's got your numberplate.
NL12 PNZ.
Richard Martin had his car run off
the road by your BMW.
Jaff Kitson then dumped
Richard Martin's stolen Audi TT
before attempting to hide a gun
which had been recently fired.
Now, we suspect that he, or you,
shot Richard Martin and stole his car.
I'm really not into carjacking.
No, but you are into violence
and intimidation.
Whatever I was into...
None of which was proven.
Only because your victims
always withdrew evidence,
usually from a hospital bed.
In fact, the last bloke who crossed you
vanished without a trace.
I'm a changed man.
That's why I gave Jaff
the boot last week.
He'd become too volatile,
out of control.
He's got a spare set of keys
for the Beemer, too, so...
Seems I was right to let him go.
If he gets in touch,
you'll be the first to know.
Would you mind
if I took a set of prints, Mr Jenkins?
Yeah, I would, actually.
Why would they run a DJ off the road
in the early hours of the morning?
And why was Jaff Kitson cocky enough
to swan around in the stolen Audi TT
until today?
- He thought he'd got away with it.
- So, what's changed?
Do you think someone tipped him off
that we'd found the gun?
Who knew apart from the Doyle family?
We need to talk to Erin Doyle.
I wanted Erin to answer the door
rather than go back to her room.
I thought it was Alan, you see.
Next thing, these thugs are breaking in.
Erin ran out. I went after her.
Did you have your walking stick?
One of the officers said that
you had it raised in the air.
- Did you see anything, Erin?
- No. They'd pushed me to the floor.
It's hard to remember.
Maybe.
He's not long come round.
He's still a bit confused.
I'm not surprised.
Especially when the lights were out.
What makes you say that?
You were re-wiring the house.
Yeah...
So you'd switched the power off.
I'd had a cuppa.
Whether I turned the power off
after that,
I really don't know.
He hit the wall here...
Was forced to stop.
Jaff Kitson nicked his car...
And rolled up in Eastvale with a gun
which had been recently used.
Call the support unit.
We need to search for a body.
There are more questions
to ask in this inquiry, sir.
Do you have any evidence
to justify that?
No, but if you could give me
more time...
When you took this on, you assured me
that you could be completely unbiased.
And anyway, I didn't form the impression
that DI Morton's someone you feel
a personal loyalty to.
- No. No, I don't. But...
- Well, then, you have to accept
that the results of our inquiry
will hold her entirely to blame.
What will happen to her?
Sadly, this could well be
the end of DI Morton's career.
Have you seen Jaff Kitson
or spoken to him since Monday night?
No.
Can I check your phone, please, Erin?
- Why? Do you not trust me?
- Well, trust works both ways.
If you're lying, it may lead me to think
that you knew you were hiding
a potential murder weapon.
No, I didn't, I swear.
Jaff texted me last night.
We met up in the city centre.
Did you tell him we'd found the gun?
Yeah.
I gave him what for,
and then I just left him there.
- Do you know where he is now?
- No.
Jaff Kitson may have
shot and killed this man.
Now, if you're lying to us again,
we'll have no choice
other than to arrest you
for perverting the course of justice.
We're trying to help you, Erin.
Jaff Kitson is a dangerous man.
Are you in love with him?
Is that why you're protecting him?
Because I don't think
he loves you, Erin.
I think he's using you.
He did love me.
He told me, and that was before
he gave me the present.
And if he has gone off me,
it's your Tracy's fault.
- Tracy? What's Tracy got to do with it?
- She stole him from me.
She rang him last night
when I was with him.
You know, he probably shagged her
right after he threatened to kill me.
Hi, this is Tracy.
Leave a message.
If your luck's in, I'll get back to you.
Tracy, love, when you get this message,
will you call me?
Please.
I am so up for this.
- My dad's being such a dickhead.
- How come?
He keeps interrogating me.
Once a policeman...
- Your dad's a cop?
- He's a bloody DCI, no less.
So, where are you taking me?
On the ride of your life.
Hi, this is Tracy.
Leave a message.
If your luck's in, I'll get back to you.
Tracy, this is Dad.
Just call me, please.
- Banks.
- Hi, Alan.
24/7 Speedy Cabs
picked up Tracy from your cottage
at 12:45 this afternoon,
and dropped her at Merrion Street
at around 1:15.
Yeah, all CCTV coverage along the street
from 1:00 onwards.
Yeah, she had an overnight bag.
Did she say where she was going?
No.
Look, if you've had a row,
might she have gone to her mum's?
No, I checked.
- I need the boss.
- Ken wants you.
Tracy's phone is somewhere
in the city centre.
She received a call
from a pay-as-you-go number
at 10:46 this morning,
and a text message, same number,
an hour later, saying...
Saying what, Ken?
"Pack something sexy. J."
Alan, where are you?
Alan?
We've lost him now.
Mr Kitson, open up.
Got the warrant to search
Jaff Kitson's flat.
Too late.
Jaff Kitson's laptop. Go through it
and see if there's any link
to Richard Martin.
Richard Martin's
a single DJ from Byford.
No connection as yet.
Jaff Kitson and Al Jenkins,
they're more than just
business partners.
They're close pals.
But they ran a man off the road,
they shoot him
and then they stash the gun. Why?
Tracy's phone is still live somewhere
near the Merrion Centre.
That doesn't mean she is.
Get Uniform down there, Ken.
Sorry, occupational hazard.
Thinking the worst cos of
what we see at work. Apologies.
It's what I fail to see,
that's what gets me.
We're not mind readers.
My son ended up in the cells, remember?
And I hate to bring this up now,
but you broke into Jaff Kitson's flat
without a warrant,
which means any evidence found
on that laptop
- could be deemed inadmissible.
- Do you think I give a shit?
Sorry, Helen.
Every parent of every missing child
I've ever given assurances to,
I had no idea
what they were going through.
I need to talk to you in private.
Alan, Helen...
Could you come with us?
Peter Doyle has taken out a civil suit
against the Chief Constable
for negligence.
I'm sorry to have to tell you this,
but according to the
Professional Standards report,
the blame lies with you, Helen.
There's liability on the part
of Yorkshire Constabulary.
"Peter Doyle's unlawful shooting
"was the result of a failure
of intelligence support.
"DI Morton sent the Armed Response Unit
into an extremely hazardous situation
"without alerting them to the fact
that the house was being re-wired,
"and with the power cut off,
the hallway was in darkness,
"and Peter Doyle was using
a walking stick."
And I suppose the officer
who fired the taser
has been completely absolved
of any responsibility.
No, I'm not having this!
I'm as unhappy about this as you are.
You know I have the utmost respect
for you, Helen,
but my hands are tied.
Until this legal case is over...
I'm on paid suspension.
Yeah. I'll clear my desk.
Helen, you can't take this lying down.
But if I'm to blame, what can I do?
I don't think you are to blame.
This is all about Trethowan
protecting his team,
lobbying the ACC
and using you as a scapegoat.
But why would an officer of his calibre
do that?
It was an accident.
We've only got their version of events.
You didn't see
what went on in the house.
No, I didn't go in there.
Well, neither did Trethowan
for that matter.
Well, not until afterwards.
What?
Yeah, after I called
the crime scene team,
I went to find Trethowan
and he came out of the house.
He did. Yeah, I'm almost sure of it.
Excuse me, sir.
You might want to see this.
Helen, I'm sorry. I really am.
Is that Tracy?
What's going on?
She's been seeing Jaff Kitson.
Now, the boss can't get hold of her.
Shit.
Tariq, rewind that.
I want to see who the driver is.
Right, pass on the car details to ANPR.
Helen, please don't go anywhere.
We're gonna sort this.
Annie, come with me.
We've got vehicle registration.
Delta... s...
Tracy bumped into Erin and Jaff
in a bar about three weeks ago.
Jaff got Tracy's number.
He promised he could find her work.
Erin thought that
there was something going on,
but Jaff talked her round.
So he must have liked Tracy
to start with.
He liked Erin Doyle. But last night,
he threatened to kill her.
He's an arch manipulator, Annie.
Tracy fell for him
because I took my eye off the ball.
- Alan...
- All I know is she was under my roof,
in my care.
I should have kept her safe.
I mean, what...
What if he's taken her because of me?
Where's Jaff Kitson?
- Haven't you found him?
- Don't piss me about.
We know how close you two are.
Sorry, I can't help you.
Jaff Kitson has taken
my daughter somewhere,
and I've no idea where.
Now, this may be a game to you,
but she means the world to me,
so you'd better tell me where he is,
or, I promise you,
I will do whatever it takes
to bring you down
because I'm not walking away from this.
And this time, neither are you.
Empty threats and no real evidence.
Some things never change.
Now, you can arrest me or bugger off
before I sue you for harassment.
I don't blame you for bricking it.
The boy's not right in the head.
Come on.
Your little plan with the gun backfired,
didn't it?
Have you learnt nothing from me?
Yeah. Not to trust you.
You see, the thing is...
...you are in a hole.
And I'm the only one
who can get you out.
You need me, old man.
And you always have done.
Come on.
What are you up to?
- Is that...
- Mmm-hmm.
DCI Banks' daughter.
Now, you can exchange her for the gun
in return for the original deal,
which was half your assets.
I bet he'd do anything to get her back.
I've just heard.
I'm so sorry.
I can't imagine...
We'll do everything we can to find her.
I don't want to have
to pull rank here, Alan,
but in view of the fact that this case
is so personal to you now,
I think you should step back.
- No. Please don't do this.
- It's for your own good.
If it were me,
I'd be going out of my mind...
You can't take me off this, Ron.
I let this happen.
And it's my job to find her
and bring her home.
How did I know you were gonna say that?
Look, I've got Helen to worry about.
I can't afford for you
to go off the rails.
Just don't do anything stupid.
They've found Richard Martin's body.
I've got to go.
Why did you lie to us about
buying the bar from Jaff Kitson
when it was Al Jenkins
that sold it to you?
Why didn't you tell us that?
I should warn you that both men
are suspects in a gun crime,
possibly murder.
OK.
I bought the bar off Al, but the money
went straight into Jaff's pocket.
Al Jenkins isn't the kind of man
to give something away for nothing.
Yet you end up with the bar,
Jaff Kitson ends up with the cash.
Well, I think that maybe
Jaff was blackmailing him.
It's you I'm interested in,
Al Jenkins' new flavour of the month.
Well, I just work for him.
No offence, but...
Why would Al Jenkins replace a skilled
business man like Jaff Kitson
with an unemployed amateur
from Deptford?
He must have been pretty desperate
to put you in charge.
You better drop this!
Now I'm even more intrigued.
Ah, Superintendent Trethowan.
DI Morton.
I'm sorry about the outcome
of the inquiry.
Why, when you got away with it?
Got away with what?
Whatever happened in there,
you went back into the Doyle house
after the event.
And in the heat of the moment,
I'd forgotten, so I didn't say.
But there's no mention of it
in your statement.
No, that's because it didn't happen.
But I saw you come out.
Well, no-one else did.
It's rather convenient for you
to start imagining such details now.
You've been under a lot of strain.
In fact, I'm not entirely sure
you should even be here.
Why would a policeman's daughter get
involved with someone like Jaff Kitson?
Because she's a policeman's daughter.
They're not Jaff Kitson's prints
on the cartridge of the gun.
So whose are they?
- Ken?
- They aren't Jaff's fingerprints.
I'm checking Ident One for a match.
OK. Sort out a warrant
for Al Jenkins' arrest.
Doc.
It looks like he took quite a beating.
Punched and kicked
and shot twice in the chest here.
I'd say he's been dead
about three to four days.
Looks like a nine millimetre to me.
Thanks.
Tracy?
It's Al Jenkins.
I'm standing at Richard Martin's grave.
In Hazel Woods.
Who killed him?
Where's Jaff Kitson?
If he hurts my daughter, I swear...
Oh, he won't. Not just yet.
He knows how much she means to you.
If you want to see her again,
I suggest we meet up.
Yeah, I know it.
What the hell
were you playing at?
Verbally assaulting a senior officer?
Trethowan's made a formal complaint,
and you've just made your situation
a whole lot worse for the tribunal.
Tell me, Annie,
when you interviewed Trethowan,
did you give him as hard a time
as you gave me?
Did you know Trethowan
went back into the Doyle house
after the gun was recovered
and Peter Doyle had been brought out?
Because there's no mention of that
in your report.
He didn't tell me that.
I saw him come out.
So why would a senior officer
go back into the house
and compromise the integrity
of a crime scene? Why?
If there's an innocent explanation...
Why did he hide it from me?
Trethowan knows I'm powerless
because I've been suspended.
He's relying on the fact
that no-one will believe me.
- Jaff?
- You OK?
- You fainted.
- Did I?
- Where are we?
- It's just a house I'm overseeing.
I can't remember anything.
Oh, my God!
- Did you drug me?
- I didn't do anything.
Well, you did, Jaff. You must have!
- Why?
- Oh, come on.
Now, have some water.
It'll make you feel better.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
You are not going anywhere,
so don't make me do
something I'll regret.
My dad, the police
will be looking for me.
They'll track the GPS on my phone.
Well, unfortunately for you,
I ditched your phone in Leeds.
Oh, come on.
You're the one who wanted an adventure.
This is just a bit of business.
How do I fit in?
I'm hoping your dad will want
his little girl back.
And preferably in one piece.
Ain't it beautiful here?
I used to bring Miranda, my wife,
up here towards the end.
She found it comforting that all this
was here before she was born,
- and would be long after she'd gone.
- What do you want from me?
I want to make a confession.
Sunday night on the motorway,
Richard Martin cut me up
and I wasn't having it.
I killed him.
Road rage?
Yeah, I lost it
after years of reining it in.
Jaff was meant to clean up,
but he kept hold of the gun.
They're my prints on the cartridge.
He wanted to exact concessions.
So if you get me the gun,
in exchange for your daughter...
Jaff gets his concessions.
Why did you keep your prints on the gun?
For God's sake, he's got your daughter.
He drugged her and stuck her
in the boot of his car.
If you refuse or call back-up,
I'll take what's coming.
But once Jaff realises
that she's of no use to him...
She won't be the first body he's buried.
You've got till tomorrow morning.
According to his medical records,
Al Jenkins has got secondary cancer,
lung and abdomen.
He's got a couple of months at best.
Boss, go home, get some rest.
There's nothing more you can do here.
We'll call if anything comes up.
We will find her.
Night, Ken.
It was bad enough when I thought
that Tracy had gone with him willingly,
cos part of me hoped she wouldn't
even realise she was in danger.
But he drugged her, Helen.
He threw her in the boot of his car.
And if I'd just tried to stay
with her this morning,
just tried to talk to her...
Blaming yourself won't help.
You need to think like a police officer.
What matters here is that Al Jenkins
has admitted to killing Richard Martin.
We've got a gun
that may have his prints on
and you should arrest him.
- And risk Tracy's life?
- So you trust Al Jenkins over your team?
He gave me no choice.
Well, you can't go back
and take the gun.
Not now that I know about it.
What would you do
if it was one of your children?
God knows.
But there are standard operating
procedures for a reason.
And look where they got you.
If you hadn't insisted
on following procedure,
your career wouldn't be
on the line right now.
Annie's right.
I should never have listened to you.
Because now you wouldn't be
in this mess.
I still think I did the right thing.
You can't let a murderer walk free,
whatever's at stake.
Because you cross that line,
and it will destroy you.
And I'm truly sorry
for what you're going through,
but you need to trust me on this.
I can think straight because
it's not my child that's out there.
Alan?
Alan?
- What are you doing?
- I'm looking for something.
Anything that might help.
I had to come.
Whatever shit's gone down at work,
I'm still your girlfriend and...
Listen, Annie, I don't have
time for this right...
I want to help. Don't push me away.
Hey, Alan...
Hey...
You need to go.
- No.
- Please.
Is that what you want?
- Yes.
- OK.
Al.
It's DCI Banks.
I need you all to understand
we treat this case like any other.
Our sole objective
is to get Tracy Banks back
and Jaff Kitson locked up
on a safe conviction.
OK?
Annie.
The gun we recovered
killed Richard Martin.
Al Jenkins and Jaff Kitson
were working together.
If Jenkins' prints match
the unidentified partials
on the gun cartridge, we've nailed him.
If he's in league with Kitson,
we have a direct line to Tracy.
If Jaff Kitson
is using Tracy as leverage,
why hasn't he issued demands?
You think I need reminding, Ken?
Thanks, everyone.
Ken's right. There's been
no contact from Jaff Kitson.
He'll be in touch. I'm sure.
Annie, last night, I'm sorry.
- I was in a bad place.
- It's fine.
- I just wanted to help.
- I know.
I know the inquiry's
supposed to be over,
but I've dug out some more background
on the Armed Response Unit,
and it puts things in a new light.
I've had fingerprints taken
from the Doyles' hallway
to see if Trethowan went in there.
- I'm waiting for the results.
- Good.
I need Helen back on the team.
With grouping like that,
why did Trethowan fast-track you, Alice?
- Or is this just an off day?
- What's he said?
He didn't have to. I had a hunch.
You found your best option,
sleep with your boss.
100%% .
But then I'd expect no less
from an expert shot,
among the top 5% in the country,
with an exemplary record
and a glut of trophies.
And yet, you missed the man's arm
from 15 feet.
The lights were off.
The power was disconnected.
You know, I've refused
firearms training five times.
Why? Because I don't want
to carry a gun.
I really don't want to carry a gun.
- Why not?
- Because I might have to use it.
It must stick in your throat.
An officer previously renowned
for keeping a cool head,
now on record as a loose cannon.
How come you lost your nerve, Mark?
Unless someone else did.
What did Trethowan promise you?
That I'd hold onto my career.
Now you give me one good reason
why I should let that happen.
When did Constable Alice Craig volunteer
to be part of the Armed Response Unit?
Six months ago. Why?
And you approved her posting
despite her lack of experience.
She had potential.
How many viable operations
had she been part of?
One.
I really don't see the relevance.
A couple of months ago,
Constable Alice Craig failed
her refresher course.
Why didn't you revoke
her authorisation card?
I thought
she deserved another chance.
Because you were having
an affair with her?
Is that why she was
over-promoted in the first place?
Why are Constable Craig's skills
being called into question?
According to DI Morton,
you went back into the Doyle house
after Peter Doyle had been evacuated,
after the Armed Response Unit
had vacated the premises
with the rogue weapon.
DI Morton is clutching at straws.
Constable Warburton said
you ordered him to take the blame.
- Well, he's lying.
- It was Constable Alice Craig
that missed the light switch,
panicked and fired the taser.
She failed to put on the light,
that's why the place was in the dark.
You have no evidence
to substantiate these allegations.
If you're telling the truth,
how did your fingerprints come
to be on the fuse box in the hallway?
You went back into the Doyle house
after the event,
realised the place was being re-wired,
switched off the electricity
and dumped your unit's blunder
on DI Morton.
I just wanted to protect Alice.
You were protecting yourself
because you knew damn well
your girlfriend wasn't up to the job.
Well, this puts you in the clear.
Good work.
- I'm sorry...
- I should think...
Sorry, you go ahead.
I should never have taken the job.
I got my priorities wrong.
Let down the team.
But having accepted the job,
you did it to the best of your ability.
Saved the day, in fact,
despite our personal differences.
And I fully respect you for that.
Helen, If I give you a hard time
for sticking to the rules,
it's only because you make us
lesser mortals look bad.
I've just had a call from Exhibits.
The gun's missing.
What?
- What happened with Helen?
- She's in the clear.
The gun's gone missing
from the Exhibit Room.
Where are you? You're meant
to be bringing Al Jenkins in.
He's not at home. I'm there now.
The forensic accounting
report's come back.
Al Jenkins has given Mitchell
Channing everything he owns.
Tariq is bringing Channing
to the station.
We think
he might lead us to Jaff Kitson.
We need you back here now,
where you should be.
Call Jaff.
He's taken the gun, hasn't he?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I'll meet you there at 8:00 p.m.
You hand over the documents first,
and then I'll hand over the girl.
We are gonna play this
my way for once, Al.
This plan won't work.
If my Dad gets caught, everyone loses.
Well, no-one more than him, right?
Would you really kill me, Jaff?
Doesn't all this prove
I'm capable of anything?
Jaff will hand your daughter over to me
in exchange for these documents,
which guarantee
I'll give him half of my assets.
He thinks I'm taking her elsewhere
to meet you in exchange for the gun.
So, you keep out of sight,
and once we're clear,
arrest him.
Over the past month,
Al Jenkins has been withdrawing
from all his offshore accounts.
And on Tuesday, he transferred all his
money, property and assets to you.
- Why?
- You'll have to ask him.
Is it a money-laundering scam?
- Is Al Jenkins using you?
- No, he's not using me.
Well, I know
you're not long for this world,
and good riddance, frankly,
but why are you so desperate
to save yourself from being caught
when you'll be lucky
to see a remand hearing,
let alone do the time?
Why kill a man in cold blood
after years of getting grunts
to do your dirty work?
It was on my bucket list.
And was giving everything you've got
to Mitchell Channing on your list, too?
You said Jaff Kitson
was blackmailing him,
but it's you who's got his fortune
sitting in your bank account.
Al wanted someone
to take over the business.
Why would he trust his empire
to an inexperienced stranger?
I'm not a stranger.
You've only known him
for less than two months.
- He's terminally ill, Mitchell.
- I know!
I never asked for a penny.
And I'll give it all back
just to spend time with him.
He may be a mean old bastard, but...
He's my dad.
I thought I couldn't have kids.
Then my son tracks me down after
a somewhat forgotten one-night stand.
That's why you didn't want
to give us a set of your prints,
because they wouldn't match
the set on the gun.
They're Mitchell Channing's
prints on the gun.
But why would he kill Richard Martin?
He was wound up by that little prick
who was meant to be looking after him.
Jaff Kitson?
See, he loved his wife. He...
He didn't want anyone to know
that he'd cheated on her.
I mean, I'm not even
allowed to call him dad.
And he still loves me.
He'd do anything for me.
We'll need to take
a set of your fingerprints.
Mitchell hadn't long found me.
I didn't want to tell him I was dying.
They were out in my car,
and Jaff told him out of spite,
knowing it would devastate him.
Then right out of nowhere,
this guy cut Mitchell up and he saw red.
He gets out of control, like I used to.
He'd just had
the worst news of his life.
He beat the guy up, badly.
And that's where
Jaff saw an opportunity.
He told Mitchell to shoot the guy,
finish him off.
Well, Mitchell just did as he was told?
He killed a complete stranger?
- Mitchell isn't the brightest.
- No match for Jaff Kitson.
He knew he'd have
Mitchell's prints on the gun.
So he hid it in order to blackmail you.
Knowing that if I did anything to him,
the gun would surface
and go to the police.
On Erin Doyle's birthday.
Jaff never knew his father.
For five years,
he'd been like a son to me.
And then Mitchell showed up,
a chip off the old block.
All he had to do was look after my son.
Instead, he turned him into a killer.
Mitchell Channing,
I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of Richard Martin.
You'd better go.
There he is.
Right, come here.
Why couldn't you have
looked after both of us, Al?
I would have.
Hand her over.
- This is the end, Jaff!
- Tracy!
Major firearms incident. Centenary Park.
Emergency services now.
Dad?
Please.
- Dad?
- Tracy.
Are you OK?
I am so, so sorry.
I won't let you down again, not ever.
I promise.
An unauthorised firearms operation?
I had to win Al Jenkins' trust
to get my daughter back.
And Constable Mark Warburton should get
nothing more than a slap on the wrist?
Yes, sir.
And ultimately,
it's all about the outcome.
That sounds about right, sir.
Go home.
How did it go?
He's a pragmatist.
Well, I still don't approve.
I wouldn't expect anything less.
That's why I need you on my team.
You and Annie.
She understands how much I value you.
What about how much you value her?
You do know she's in love with you?
- Is Tracy all right?
- Yeah.
I wish you'd have told me about the gun.
I would have let you take it.
That's why I couldn't tell you.
That's why I asked you to go.
I don't understand
when I stopped being your mate,
someone you could confide in.
I love you, Annie.
I just need time
to think about my daughter,
think about you.
I just need more time.
I'm not a very patient woman, Alan.
I'll understand if you get
tired of waiting, but I hope,
- I hope with all my heart...
- Boss?
Major incident. They want us to attend.
I'll drive.
Bagsy front seat.
Ripped By mstoll
I'm sorry I cut you up!
Lesson learnt, yeah?
No!
We can't leave him here like that,
not now he's seen us.
Please...
Ripped By mstoll
Yeah, all right, all right.
Maybe the lasagne was a bit burnt.
Next time, I'll cook.
Oh, next time? You're pushing your luck.
You know, Tracy's out for the night.
Mum's staying over with Isla.
So... game of scrabble?
Dad, I'm home.
Hey, Tracy. You're back.
You're not a DCI for nothing.
I thought you had a date.
Clearly.
Er, don't let me spoil your fun.
I'm just gonna go upstairs
and listen to some proper music.
It's fine. I was leaving anyway.
No, you... Stay.
You have my room.
I'll sleep on the sofa.
It's fine. I'm not 12.
I know you two are shagging.
Er... Hey.
Chance would be a fine thing.
Come on, stay. She's fine with it.
She's been stood up
and now she feels like a gooseberry.
She's pissed off, trust me.
Talk to her.
See you later.
Tracy, are you OK?
Yeah, I'm fine.
You're probably better off without him.
Late night, was it?
Hardly slept a wink.
She means with the baby.
What else could she mean?
There's a Mrs Juliet Doyle
here to see you.
Your old neighbour. She's very upset,
so I put her in your office
out of the way.
That was nice of you.
If I'd been blessed with a bedside
manner, I'd have become a nurse.
The NHS was spared.
Juliet, what's wrong?
- It's Erin.
- What's happened?
We brought her up well, didn't we?
Of course. Put us to shame.
Tracy used to want you and Peter
to adopt her, do you remember?
Now, come on. I can't help you
unless you tell me what the problem is.
I was cleaning her bedroom
this morning
when something fell off
the top of the wardrobe.
A shoebox, wrapped. With a tag on it.
- Well, it's her birthday in two weeks.
- Right.
I know she's been seeing someone.
The paper had torn,
so I thought, "Well...
"...there's no harm in having a peek
to see what he's bought her."
What was in the box?
A gun.
OK. Where is it now?
Peter's put it back
on top of the wardrobe.
- Does Erin know that you've found it?
- No.
She was in the shower,
and I told Peter not to mention it.
Juliet, who is it
that she's been seeing?
I don't know.
She won't tell me.
She won't tell me anything.
It's OK. It's gonna be fine.
I told you not to call me.
Have you changed my locks?
- First you take my bar, and now...
- It's got nothing to do with that.
You know why I'm doing this, Jaff.
I told you yesterday.
You don't work for me any more,
so why should I pay your rent?
Where's all my stuff?
Where the hell am I meant to live?
Not round here,
if you know what's good for you.
Al, please, I'm...
Too clever for his own good in the end.
So...
Are you ready to fill his shoes?
It's a big leap for a dole bum from...
- Where were you brought up again?
- Deptford.
Look, if you don't think
I'm up to the job...
Beggars can't be choosers.
What, you seriously think you can
just pop round there
and saunter out
with a potentially loaded gun?
The majority of allegations
regarding firearms
turn out to be either
imitations or air guns.
Yes, that might not be the case here.
The property needs to be secured
and the rogue weapon shut down.
It's just quicker and easier
if I deal with it.
I'll defuse any tension.
Especially as they're old friends.
No, it's too dangerous.
Erin might not even know
the gun's there.
Helen, she's not a criminal.
I lived next door to the Doyles
for years.
I won't be diverted from
the standard operating procedure
because of your sentimentality.
You can't be certain
Erin isn't involved.
And if she is,
her dad's life could be at risk.
You do understand the scale
of a response like this, don't you?
Do you really want to inflict that
on the Doyles?
No, we'd be doing this
to protect the Doyles.
I suggest you sit with Mrs Doyle,
make sure she doesn't warn Erin
and let me monitor the raid.
Please.
OK.
Ken, log the incident,
call in an armed response team,
and we'll need a plan
of the interior of the house.
And could you run a check
on the Doyle family? Erin in particular.
I'd better go.
Right.
Here we go, folks. Excuse me.
- Hello. Superintendent Mike Trethowan.
- DI Helen Morton.
Plans of the interior and aerial images
of the surrounding area.
Have you managed to alert the occupants?
Well, I've just called the landline,
and it's engaged.
But I've got another number
for the daughter, Erin Doyle.
Best not contact her directly.
She is technically a suspect.
But, our overriding priority
is her safety.
In which case, maybe we should raise
the risk assessment.
Yeah, I'll call the landline again.
Folks...
My colleague Helen
will get Erin out of harm's way,
then we can take care of the gun.
Promise me she won't get into
any more trouble.
That all depends on whether or not
she knew the gun was there.
No, she can't have.
Who does she spend time with these days?
Well, she's out drinking
all hours with...
God knows who.
She's out of control.
Do you have any idea what
you're putting your mother through?
- You're not going to your room.
- Get out of my way!
No. I'm your father.
You'll do as you're told!
They're arguing with a possible
section five firearm in the mix.
We should go in.
I don't want to aggravate the situation.
Don't tempt me, young lady.
- What are you gonna do?
- Don't you dare!
This could soon develop
into a hostage situation.
At worst, a fatal shooting.
It's your call.
Erin, get back here!
I've had it with you!
OK, go ahead. Carefully.
You don't scare me. Get off me!
Go.
- Erin! Erin!
- Get off me!
Opening!
Erin, stay there!
- What's going on?
- Stay there!
Erin!
Armed Police! Armed Police!
- Taser!
- Help, help!
Get off me! Dad!
Stay back, sir!
Get off me!
Warburton, give me an update?
Man down.
Man down. I need medical support now.
I need an ambulance
at 30 Laburnum Way. It's urgent.
- They've shot him! They shot my dad!
- Shit.
Help! Get off me!
He had a weapon, a sword or something.
He collapsed.
Alice said a heart attack.
Yes, suspected cardiac arrest.
What, is that it?
Is that the weapon?
I think your officers might have
some serious explaining to do.
DI Morton. I need a scene of crime team
at 30 Laburnum Way
as soon as possible, please.
Firearm secured, sir.
Hurry up!
Hey.
How is he?
They hit him in the chest,
electrocuted him, Alan.
I'm so sorry.
I came to you as a friend.
We had to follow procedure.
He'd just had a knee operation.
You didn't tell me that.
I didn't expect him to be attacked.
You promised me your colleagues
would sort it out calmly. Now...
He's here.
- Erin's in jail.
- We just want to talk to her.
Yeah, well. Wish I'd talked to her,
instead of trusting you.
Nine millimetre, semi-automatic.
Smith and Wesson.
Looks about 20 years old.
As you can see,
the serial number has been filed down.
"To my darling Erin.
Not to be opened until your birthday.
"Lots of love." Three kisses.
And they say romance is dead.
What?
Helen, what the hell happened?
Look, they were fighting.
They wouldn't answer the door.
And our aim was to preserve life.
Try telling that to Juliet Doyle, huh?
Just been to see her husband Peter.
He might not make it.
Now, I'm not saying it was your fault.
Good, cos it really wasn't.
You did overrule Alan, though.
Well, no surprise
that you're backing him up.
I'm backing him up because he's right.
No, I'm not gonna apologise
for following the rules,
especially in light of some
new information.
- What new information?
- The gun's been fired recently.
Look, what's happened to Peter Doyle
is unfortunate,
but it's better that he was tasered
than shot dead.
Unfortunate's putting it mildly, Helen.
Ken, check out
all recent reported shootings.
Annie.
Is my dad gonna be OK?
We hope so, Erin.
Do you know why you're here?
The policeman said something about
firearms offences.
Why didn't you answer the door?
We were fighting.
He wouldn't let me go up to my room.
That's because...
He knew that this was there.
Nine millimetre, Smith and Wesson,
semi-automatic.
Hidden on top of your wardrobe.
Wrapped up as a present.
Your mum found it this morning.
- Did you know what was inside?
- No.
No.
Why would he give me a gun?
Who, Erin? Who gave it to you?
Look, it's important
because it's been used.
Fired, maybe by whoever gave it to you.
Who gave the gun to you, Erin?
Jaff. Jaff Kitson.
Has he killed somebody?
The returns
on our initial investment
have exceeded even my expectations.
Have I ever steered you wrong before?
It's a good site
with a strong grid network.
Morning, gents.
I see you've started without me.
Mr Channing will take care of you.
I told you to stay away.
You can't just cut me off, Al.
I helped you build up this business.
You betrayed my family.
Now move on and pray
that body never gets found.
Or what? I'll be joining it?
You haven't dumped the car yet?
Do you wanna get caught?
- I've retained the gun.
- What?
You sign over what I'm due, which is
half your assets, you'll get it back.
Is everything all right?
You put this idiot in charge,
you'll be a laughing stock.
If you're so clever,
how come you ended up with sod all?
Mitchell!
And I want my bar back as well.
You haven't got the balls to do this.
Oh, yeah?
Excuse me, now.
Annie, I hear you've had a baby.
Did someone make a complaint?
What brings you here, sir?
The fiasco that led
to an innocent person being tasered.
- There's gonna be an internal inquiry.
- Oh, shit.
I'm overseeing it,
and I could do with your help on it.
You know your way around the MCU.
Yeah, but I'd be investigating
one of my own team, amongst others.
If DI Morton did nothing wrong,
then you'll be doing her and us a favour
by keeping it in house.
But what if she is to blame?
Does the fact that she's a colleague
mean she should get away with it?
You'd be doing us a huge favour
that wouldn't go unnoticed.
Jaffar Kitson, aka Jaff,
moved to Leeds from London
five years ago.
Previously worked as a City banker.
Left under a cloud
after misappropriating funds.
No charges were pressed.
Now works primarily
as a financial adviser.
Grew up in Peckham.
No dad in the picture,
mum died seven years ago.
Excelled at school.
He's done well for himself.
According to the database,
he drives a smoking hot silver MG TF.
Erin Doyle said that he was
driving a black Audi TT
when he picked her up on Monday night.
Tariq, check CCTV around Market Street.
See if you can get a registration.
We found a clear set of prints
on the magazine of the gun.
They're not on file.
The number he gave Erin Doyle
is a pay-as-you-go, can't be traced.
They'd only been seeing each other
for a couple of months.
Apparently, Jaff would turn up
out of the blue, take her clubbing.
She was so dazzled
by the champagne lifestyle,
she never asked any questions.
Classic "good girl meets bad boy".
We've all been there.
What?
The gun had been fired
and then wrapped up as a present. Why?
- When's her birthday?
- Not for a couple of weeks.
Maybe it was a safe hiding place.
He was buying time.
I'm gonna release Erin Doyle,
tell her to contact us
if and when Jaff Kitson gets in touch.
How do we know
they're not in this together?
I'm pretty sure she's innocent.
We need to find Jaff Kitson
before he knows that we're onto him.
Find out his friends,
his work colleagues,
who he hangs around wi...
- Sir.
- Could we talk in your office?
Right. I'll hand you over
to Chief Superintendent Chambers,
Head of Professional Standards.
I don't think you need me to explain
why this debacle necessitates
an internal inquiry.
Superintendent Chambers has requested
Annie's services on his inquiry.
She's kindly agreed.
What?
DS Cabbot's familiar with the unit.
No offence, but how can
she possibly be objective?
Because she also has experience
in professional standards.
We're overstretched and under-resourced.
- Makes perfect sense.
- Not to me.
It's a done deal.
- Annie.
- Right.
Firstly, I'll need statements
from Superintendent Trethowan
and the team involved in the operation.
Same goes for the Major Crimes Unit
and DCI Banks.
You have my full co-operation.
I'm confident that my officers acted
in accordance with the law
- and their training.
- Same here.
- Well...
- What?
I'm not convinced that the
intelligence provided by DI Morton
was wholly reliable.
DI Morton is nothing
if not pathologically thorough.
I'll second that.
The damage happened inside the house,
caused by your taser-happy officers.
Damage which key information
could have prevented.
If you're trying to shift the blame
for the incompetence of your unit
onto DI Morton,
you're a bigger prick than I thought.
Sorry, sir.
But right now our priority
is an investigation
into the provenance of the gun.
It's been used recently.
Do what you have to.
I haven't got time for this bullshit.
Boss, there's no news on any
reported shootings matching the gun.
So with a bit of luck,
it was just used for target practice.
Helen, listen.
There's gonna be an internal inquiry
about what happened this morning.
The Doyle family, the press
and senior management
simply won't accept this as an accident.
But that's Superintendent
Trethowan's problem, surely.
Well, he's making noises that
he didn't receive the full intelligence.
What? But he did. What did I miss?
Knowing you, not much.
Don't worry. I'm gonna support you
all the way on this.
I've never been the subject
of an investigation before.
I know. One more thing you should know.
Annie's leading the investigation.
Don't ask me why.
It's gonna be fine.
I know you disapprove,
but Chambers is my old boss,
and he wanted me, needed me for the job.
What did he offer you? Promotion?
Ambitious to a fault, eh, Annie?
- I've never made a secret of that.
- But at Helen's expense?
She should have let you take
the sodding gun, Alan.
So what, now you're gonna
teach her a lesson?
You think I said yes to get at her?
You think I'm that shallow?
So why did you, when we're all
working so well together?
You, Helen, you're part of a team.
Now she's under attack
and you're the one firing the bullets.
What the hell were you thinking?
If she's done nothing wrong, she's got
nothing to worry about, has she?
You know this kind of thing
is Helen's worst nightmare.
The least we could have done
is given her our full support.
Oh, I had no idea
she meant that much to you.
I'm sorry, I ate on the way home.
It's force of habit.
You need looking after.
Used to my own company, I guess.
Well, I'll pack my bags then, shall I?
You don't wanna be stuck with me.
Married to the job,
you know what it's like.
You should be with people your own age.
Having fun.
If you like, I can
sub you rent for a while,
till you find a job.
Yeah, but I don't want any old job.
I wanna do something exciting.
Actually, I know a guy who's got
contacts in events management.
Or I could try stripping.
Yeah.
Did you bring the present?
I thought we could open it together.
What the hell did you think you were
doing, giving me a gun as a gift?
- Who have you told?
- My mum found it.
- She went to the police.
- Shit!
- Why didn't you stop her?
- I didn't know she found it!
- Did you shoot someone, Jaff?
- No, of course I didn't.
I was just keeping it for a friend.
That's all.
He needed a safe hiding place.
Now, tell me, Erin...
Where is the gun now?
The police have got it.
They raided the house.
They tasered my dad.
It gave him a heart attack!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry.
Did you tell them that I gave it to you?
I had to.
But I didn't tell them
you'd called tonight.
Not that you deserve it.
You used me.
What's she ringing you for, Jaff?
If you're cheating on me
after everything you've put me through,
I may as well go to the police now.
You do that
and I will kill you.
Morning!
- Good night, was it?
- Yeah.
Amazing.
That guy I mentioned is gonna
help me get into events management.
The events management guy.
- How old is this guy?
- I don't know. 30s.
You sure that's all he wants?
Cos God forbid he thought
I had any actual talent.
You're the one
that wanted me to get the job,
and move out.
- I only said that...
- It's fine, I get it.
You've got Annie and the baby.
Maybe you want one of your own.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where's all this...
And then there's Mum and her new family.
Maybe I should open a cr?che.
Tracy, what's this really about?
I came here to sort my head out.
And you don't even talk to me.
And when you do, all you do is lecture.
I lecture you...
So, I don't have the right
to an opinion.
No.
No, you lost that right
when you walked out on us.
Just because we've had no reported
shootings matching this gun,
that doesn't mean there isn't a victim
out there that we've yet to find.
And as I'm already one officer down,
it means we have to
pick up the pace on this.
Tariq.
Er, no report on any
stolen black Audi TTs as yet.
Ken, the search warrant
for Jaff Kitson's flat?
The CPS are presenting
the report this morning.
Come on. He networks, he schmoozes.
There must be plenty of people out there
who know him.
We could try Mitchell's Bar
on Bridge Street.
Jaff Kitson used to own it.
An application was made last month
to transfer the licence
to the new owner, Mitchell Channing.
It seems Jaff Kitson
refused to sign the consent form,
but they granted it anyway.
Right. Fancy a pint?
We're not open yet.
- Mitchell Channing?
- Yeah.
- DCI Banks.
- DI Morton.
We understand you bought this place
from Jaff Kitson a couple of months ago.
- You still in touch?
- No.
We know that he refused to transfer
the licence of this place over to you.
Why was that?
He needed the money,
then he changed his mind.
How much did you pay for it?
We can find out.
I paid in cash.
- What's he done?
- Have you any idea where he might be?
- Who his friends are?
- Nah.
I don't hang out with wankers.
That was
some outburst yesterday.
Banks should try anger management.
Worked for you, did it?
Constable Warburton, DS Cabbot.
- How is Peter Doyle?
- Still on life support.
I'd just like you to walk us
through what happened.
Well, no-one answered the door.
They were arguing. It was escalating,
so DI Morton decided
to raise the risk assessment.
Myself and Constable Alice Craig
entered through the front door.
Constables Gemmill and Miles, behind us,
were tasked with securing the weapon.
It was dark, like this.
Yeah, the electricity was off.
Looks like Doyle was
re-wiring the house.
We weren't informed
that the power was off.
It was a bloody obstacle course.
One of the officers fell over,
the door slammed shut,
- it was chaos.
- You didn't you have a torch?
Before I could get to it, the girl
came running out, screaming.
Constable Clarke was bringing
her under control here
when the father appeared in the doorway,
shouting, threatening.
- Threatening?
- Wielding what looked like a weapon.
But was, in fact, a walking stick.
In the dark, it could've been anything.
A baseball bat, a sword.
Constable Warburton, the light, please?
- Like this?
- Yeah.
He appeared to be about
to attack Constable Clarke,
so I discharged my taser.
And where were you exactly?
Constable Warburton reacted precisely
as standard operating procedure.
I'm not aware of anything in the SOP
that specifies a taser
should be aimed at the chest.
I aimed for the right arm,
the one holding the stick.
But I missed.
The lad's owned up to his mistake.
So I trust, in your report,
you'll take into account
the mitigating circumstances
of his error.
Basically, they went in blind,
thanks to DI Morton.
After Warby...
Constable Warburton,
after he discharged the taser,
the old guy collapsed,
so I gave him CPR.
Did you believe Peter Doyle
was brandishing some sort of weapon?
Yeah, definitely.
We couldn't see anything.
So in your opinion, Constable
Warburton was right to taser him?
I know you guys are tight-knit, Alice.
Your lives depend on it.
I'm the youngest on the unit.
You know, a fast-tracked
female officer...
Doesn't always go down too well,
does it?
Exactly.
You've got two choices.
You either be one of the boys
or you shag around.
So which one did you go for?
What will happen if
Constable Warburton's held accountable?
There'll be a misconduct hearing.
No, you have to understand that
in the dark, it was bedlam...
It must have been,
for him to miss Peter Doyle's arm.
Hey, you.
Yeah, well, that could be a bit tricky.
Well, I don't know. I'm thinking
of leaving town for a while.
Don't know. London, maybe.
Hey, listen.
Listen, I don't suppose you fancy coming
on a bit of a road trip with me, do you?
Cool.
Uh-huh.
I'll give you a call later, yeah.
All right.
And you know what, look,
I can show you my new ride.
All right, babe. Bye.
We could hear
Erin Doyle inside, issuing threats.
She sounded hysterical.
We believed her to be
a very real threat,
so Superintendent Trethowan was keen
to raise the risk assessment at once.
Yet ultimately,
it was your decision, DI Morton.
Yes. And I stand by it.
Even though you neglected
to tell the armed response team
that the Doyle house was being rewired?
- How could I have known that?
- By talking to Juliet Doyle.
It was me that talked to Juliet Doyle.
I was more concerned
with keeping her calm
than grilling her about her husband's
latest DIY project.
You also failed to inform the unit
that Peter Doyle
was using a walking stick,
following a recent knee operation.
Again a detail that's only
relevant in hindsight.
The damage was done inside the house.
Damage that could have been avoided
had the officer who fired the taser
known that Peter Doyle
wasn't in the best of health.
He was using a walking stick,
as opposed to brandishing
some sort of weapon.
- Did you do all the necessary checks?
- Of course I did.
Including Peter Doyle's medical records?
No.
I honestly didn't think to.
That's not necessarily
standard practice.
The officer who fired the taser
is merely trying to pass the buck
because their incompetence
caused a near fatality.
I can see how I'm an easy target.
However, I didn't check
Peter Doyle's medical records,
and I take full responsibility for that.
OK, interview's over.
I'll expect a full report
on the ACC's desk in the morning.
Well, that's precisely
why I didn't want you to get involved.
Well, I can't back down now, can I?
Can we do something tonight?
You know, take our minds off all this?
What?
I can't just switch off when I know
that Helen's reputation is on the line.
We've found a missing person's case
relating to a black TT.
Richard Martin, 33, a club DJ.
He was last seen leaving a gig in Redcar
last Saturday, around 2:15 a.m.,
heading home to Byford.
His car reg was picked up
on the system twice.
First, leaving the motorway
on to the A672,
3:00 a.m., Sunday morning.
And that's the last sighting
of Richard Martin's car
until here.
About an hour ago.
And guess who's driving?
Jaff Kitson. Nice work, Ken.
Any records of him boarding any flights?
No. I've informed airport security
and Tariq's gone over
to impound the car.
OK, 3:00 a.m., Sunday morning.
Richard Martin goes missing.
Monday night, Jaff Kitson,
driving Richard Martin's black TT,
drops Erin Doyle at home,
leaving a gun with her.
Then today, Jaff Kitson dumps
the black TT at the airport.
If the gun was used on Richard Martin...
But why would he hold on to the gun?
If Jaff Kitson killed Richard Martin,
why not just get rid of the weapon?
Why leave it with your girlfriend?
- So he could go back and get it.
- To what end?
Kill someone else?
What the hell is Jaff Kitson
mixed up in?
Something else I don't understand.
Why did you cave in so easily
down there?
Because I should have asked
more questions.
I... Maybe it is my fault.
Boss, this is new. White BMW.
Looks like he's trying to run
Richard Martin off the road.
Looks like there's two of them.
Look who's in the passenger seat.
Well, Jaff Kitson had an accomplice?
NL12 PNZ.
The BMW's registered
to Alistair Jenkins.
You're joking.
Who's Alistair Jenkins?
Millionaire property developer,
head of AJ Limited.
All-round nasty piece of work,
destroys anyone who gets in his way.
Richard Martin wouldn't be
the first person to disappear
after running into him.
DCI Banks.
Can't say I've missed
your surprise visits.
Do you know this man?
Never seen him before in my life.
Mr Jenkins, where were you
on Sunday night at 3:00 a. M?
- In bed.
- Can anybody vouch for that?
My wife died last year.
No woman could ever replace her.
So who was driving your BMW
with Jaff Kitson in the passenger seat?
Jaff Kitson?
Your financial adviser
for the last five years.
- Not my car.
- Really?
It's got your numberplate.
NL12 PNZ.
Richard Martin had his car run off
the road by your BMW.
Jaff Kitson then dumped
Richard Martin's stolen Audi TT
before attempting to hide a gun
which had been recently fired.
Now, we suspect that he, or you,
shot Richard Martin and stole his car.
I'm really not into carjacking.
No, but you are into violence
and intimidation.
Whatever I was into...
None of which was proven.
Only because your victims
always withdrew evidence,
usually from a hospital bed.
In fact, the last bloke who crossed you
vanished without a trace.
I'm a changed man.
That's why I gave Jaff
the boot last week.
He'd become too volatile,
out of control.
He's got a spare set of keys
for the Beemer, too, so...
Seems I was right to let him go.
If he gets in touch,
you'll be the first to know.
Would you mind
if I took a set of prints, Mr Jenkins?
Yeah, I would, actually.
Why would they run a DJ off the road
in the early hours of the morning?
And why was Jaff Kitson cocky enough
to swan around in the stolen Audi TT
until today?
- He thought he'd got away with it.
- So, what's changed?
Do you think someone tipped him off
that we'd found the gun?
Who knew apart from the Doyle family?
We need to talk to Erin Doyle.
I wanted Erin to answer the door
rather than go back to her room.
I thought it was Alan, you see.
Next thing, these thugs are breaking in.
Erin ran out. I went after her.
Did you have your walking stick?
One of the officers said that
you had it raised in the air.
- Did you see anything, Erin?
- No. They'd pushed me to the floor.
It's hard to remember.
Maybe.
He's not long come round.
He's still a bit confused.
I'm not surprised.
Especially when the lights were out.
What makes you say that?
You were re-wiring the house.
Yeah...
So you'd switched the power off.
I'd had a cuppa.
Whether I turned the power off
after that,
I really don't know.
He hit the wall here...
Was forced to stop.
Jaff Kitson nicked his car...
And rolled up in Eastvale with a gun
which had been recently used.
Call the support unit.
We need to search for a body.
There are more questions
to ask in this inquiry, sir.
Do you have any evidence
to justify that?
No, but if you could give me
more time...
When you took this on, you assured me
that you could be completely unbiased.
And anyway, I didn't form the impression
that DI Morton's someone you feel
a personal loyalty to.
- No. No, I don't. But...
- Well, then, you have to accept
that the results of our inquiry
will hold her entirely to blame.
What will happen to her?
Sadly, this could well be
the end of DI Morton's career.
Have you seen Jaff Kitson
or spoken to him since Monday night?
No.
Can I check your phone, please, Erin?
- Why? Do you not trust me?
- Well, trust works both ways.
If you're lying, it may lead me to think
that you knew you were hiding
a potential murder weapon.
No, I didn't, I swear.
Jaff texted me last night.
We met up in the city centre.
Did you tell him we'd found the gun?
Yeah.
I gave him what for,
and then I just left him there.
- Do you know where he is now?
- No.
Jaff Kitson may have
shot and killed this man.
Now, if you're lying to us again,
we'll have no choice
other than to arrest you
for perverting the course of justice.
We're trying to help you, Erin.
Jaff Kitson is a dangerous man.
Are you in love with him?
Is that why you're protecting him?
Because I don't think
he loves you, Erin.
I think he's using you.
He did love me.
He told me, and that was before
he gave me the present.
And if he has gone off me,
it's your Tracy's fault.
- Tracy? What's Tracy got to do with it?
- She stole him from me.
She rang him last night
when I was with him.
You know, he probably shagged her
right after he threatened to kill me.
Hi, this is Tracy.
Leave a message.
If your luck's in, I'll get back to you.
Tracy, love, when you get this message,
will you call me?
Please.
I am so up for this.
- My dad's being such a dickhead.
- How come?
He keeps interrogating me.
Once a policeman...
- Your dad's a cop?
- He's a bloody DCI, no less.
So, where are you taking me?
On the ride of your life.
Hi, this is Tracy.
Leave a message.
If your luck's in, I'll get back to you.
Tracy, this is Dad.
Just call me, please.
- Banks.
- Hi, Alan.
24/7 Speedy Cabs
picked up Tracy from your cottage
at 12:45 this afternoon,
and dropped her at Merrion Street
at around 1:15.
Yeah, all CCTV coverage along the street
from 1:00 onwards.
Yeah, she had an overnight bag.
Did she say where she was going?
No.
Look, if you've had a row,
might she have gone to her mum's?
No, I checked.
- I need the boss.
- Ken wants you.
Tracy's phone is somewhere
in the city centre.
She received a call
from a pay-as-you-go number
at 10:46 this morning,
and a text message, same number,
an hour later, saying...
Saying what, Ken?
"Pack something sexy. J."
Alan, where are you?
Alan?
We've lost him now.
Mr Kitson, open up.
Got the warrant to search
Jaff Kitson's flat.
Too late.
Jaff Kitson's laptop. Go through it
and see if there's any link
to Richard Martin.
Richard Martin's
a single DJ from Byford.
No connection as yet.
Jaff Kitson and Al Jenkins,
they're more than just
business partners.
They're close pals.
But they ran a man off the road,
they shoot him
and then they stash the gun. Why?
Tracy's phone is still live somewhere
near the Merrion Centre.
That doesn't mean she is.
Get Uniform down there, Ken.
Sorry, occupational hazard.
Thinking the worst cos of
what we see at work. Apologies.
It's what I fail to see,
that's what gets me.
We're not mind readers.
My son ended up in the cells, remember?
And I hate to bring this up now,
but you broke into Jaff Kitson's flat
without a warrant,
which means any evidence found
on that laptop
- could be deemed inadmissible.
- Do you think I give a shit?
Sorry, Helen.
Every parent of every missing child
I've ever given assurances to,
I had no idea
what they were going through.
I need to talk to you in private.
Alan, Helen...
Could you come with us?
Peter Doyle has taken out a civil suit
against the Chief Constable
for negligence.
I'm sorry to have to tell you this,
but according to the
Professional Standards report,
the blame lies with you, Helen.
There's liability on the part
of Yorkshire Constabulary.
"Peter Doyle's unlawful shooting
"was the result of a failure
of intelligence support.
"DI Morton sent the Armed Response Unit
into an extremely hazardous situation
"without alerting them to the fact
that the house was being re-wired,
"and with the power cut off,
the hallway was in darkness,
"and Peter Doyle was using
a walking stick."
And I suppose the officer
who fired the taser
has been completely absolved
of any responsibility.
No, I'm not having this!
I'm as unhappy about this as you are.
You know I have the utmost respect
for you, Helen,
but my hands are tied.
Until this legal case is over...
I'm on paid suspension.
Yeah. I'll clear my desk.
Helen, you can't take this lying down.
But if I'm to blame, what can I do?
I don't think you are to blame.
This is all about Trethowan
protecting his team,
lobbying the ACC
and using you as a scapegoat.
But why would an officer of his calibre
do that?
It was an accident.
We've only got their version of events.
You didn't see
what went on in the house.
No, I didn't go in there.
Well, neither did Trethowan
for that matter.
Well, not until afterwards.
What?
Yeah, after I called
the crime scene team,
I went to find Trethowan
and he came out of the house.
He did. Yeah, I'm almost sure of it.
Excuse me, sir.
You might want to see this.
Helen, I'm sorry. I really am.
Is that Tracy?
What's going on?
She's been seeing Jaff Kitson.
Now, the boss can't get hold of her.
Shit.
Tariq, rewind that.
I want to see who the driver is.
Right, pass on the car details to ANPR.
Helen, please don't go anywhere.
We're gonna sort this.
Annie, come with me.
We've got vehicle registration.
Delta... s...
Tracy bumped into Erin and Jaff
in a bar about three weeks ago.
Jaff got Tracy's number.
He promised he could find her work.
Erin thought that
there was something going on,
but Jaff talked her round.
So he must have liked Tracy
to start with.
He liked Erin Doyle. But last night,
he threatened to kill her.
He's an arch manipulator, Annie.
Tracy fell for him
because I took my eye off the ball.
- Alan...
- All I know is she was under my roof,
in my care.
I should have kept her safe.
I mean, what...
What if he's taken her because of me?
Where's Jaff Kitson?
- Haven't you found him?
- Don't piss me about.
We know how close you two are.
Sorry, I can't help you.
Jaff Kitson has taken
my daughter somewhere,
and I've no idea where.
Now, this may be a game to you,
but she means the world to me,
so you'd better tell me where he is,
or, I promise you,
I will do whatever it takes
to bring you down
because I'm not walking away from this.
And this time, neither are you.
Empty threats and no real evidence.
Some things never change.
Now, you can arrest me or bugger off
before I sue you for harassment.
I don't blame you for bricking it.
The boy's not right in the head.
Come on.
Your little plan with the gun backfired,
didn't it?
Have you learnt nothing from me?
Yeah. Not to trust you.
You see, the thing is...
...you are in a hole.
And I'm the only one
who can get you out.
You need me, old man.
And you always have done.
Come on.
What are you up to?
- Is that...
- Mmm-hmm.
DCI Banks' daughter.
Now, you can exchange her for the gun
in return for the original deal,
which was half your assets.
I bet he'd do anything to get her back.
I've just heard.
I'm so sorry.
I can't imagine...
We'll do everything we can to find her.
I don't want to have
to pull rank here, Alan,
but in view of the fact that this case
is so personal to you now,
I think you should step back.
- No. Please don't do this.
- It's for your own good.
If it were me,
I'd be going out of my mind...
You can't take me off this, Ron.
I let this happen.
And it's my job to find her
and bring her home.
How did I know you were gonna say that?
Look, I've got Helen to worry about.
I can't afford for you
to go off the rails.
Just don't do anything stupid.
They've found Richard Martin's body.
I've got to go.
Why did you lie to us about
buying the bar from Jaff Kitson
when it was Al Jenkins
that sold it to you?
Why didn't you tell us that?
I should warn you that both men
are suspects in a gun crime,
possibly murder.
OK.
I bought the bar off Al, but the money
went straight into Jaff's pocket.
Al Jenkins isn't the kind of man
to give something away for nothing.
Yet you end up with the bar,
Jaff Kitson ends up with the cash.
Well, I think that maybe
Jaff was blackmailing him.
It's you I'm interested in,
Al Jenkins' new flavour of the month.
Well, I just work for him.
No offence, but...
Why would Al Jenkins replace a skilled
business man like Jaff Kitson
with an unemployed amateur
from Deptford?
He must have been pretty desperate
to put you in charge.
You better drop this!
Now I'm even more intrigued.
Ah, Superintendent Trethowan.
DI Morton.
I'm sorry about the outcome
of the inquiry.
Why, when you got away with it?
Got away with what?
Whatever happened in there,
you went back into the Doyle house
after the event.
And in the heat of the moment,
I'd forgotten, so I didn't say.
But there's no mention of it
in your statement.
No, that's because it didn't happen.
But I saw you come out.
Well, no-one else did.
It's rather convenient for you
to start imagining such details now.
You've been under a lot of strain.
In fact, I'm not entirely sure
you should even be here.
Why would a policeman's daughter get
involved with someone like Jaff Kitson?
Because she's a policeman's daughter.
They're not Jaff Kitson's prints
on the cartridge of the gun.
So whose are they?
- Ken?
- They aren't Jaff's fingerprints.
I'm checking Ident One for a match.
OK. Sort out a warrant
for Al Jenkins' arrest.
Doc.
It looks like he took quite a beating.
Punched and kicked
and shot twice in the chest here.
I'd say he's been dead
about three to four days.
Looks like a nine millimetre to me.
Thanks.
Tracy?
It's Al Jenkins.
I'm standing at Richard Martin's grave.
In Hazel Woods.
Who killed him?
Where's Jaff Kitson?
If he hurts my daughter, I swear...
Oh, he won't. Not just yet.
He knows how much she means to you.
If you want to see her again,
I suggest we meet up.
Yeah, I know it.
What the hell
were you playing at?
Verbally assaulting a senior officer?
Trethowan's made a formal complaint,
and you've just made your situation
a whole lot worse for the tribunal.
Tell me, Annie,
when you interviewed Trethowan,
did you give him as hard a time
as you gave me?
Did you know Trethowan
went back into the Doyle house
after the gun was recovered
and Peter Doyle had been brought out?
Because there's no mention of that
in your report.
He didn't tell me that.
I saw him come out.
So why would a senior officer
go back into the house
and compromise the integrity
of a crime scene? Why?
If there's an innocent explanation...
Why did he hide it from me?
Trethowan knows I'm powerless
because I've been suspended.
He's relying on the fact
that no-one will believe me.
- Jaff?
- You OK?
- You fainted.
- Did I?
- Where are we?
- It's just a house I'm overseeing.
I can't remember anything.
Oh, my God!
- Did you drug me?
- I didn't do anything.
Well, you did, Jaff. You must have!
- Why?
- Oh, come on.
Now, have some water.
It'll make you feel better.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
You are not going anywhere,
so don't make me do
something I'll regret.
My dad, the police
will be looking for me.
They'll track the GPS on my phone.
Well, unfortunately for you,
I ditched your phone in Leeds.
Oh, come on.
You're the one who wanted an adventure.
This is just a bit of business.
How do I fit in?
I'm hoping your dad will want
his little girl back.
And preferably in one piece.
Ain't it beautiful here?
I used to bring Miranda, my wife,
up here towards the end.
She found it comforting that all this
was here before she was born,
- and would be long after she'd gone.
- What do you want from me?
I want to make a confession.
Sunday night on the motorway,
Richard Martin cut me up
and I wasn't having it.
I killed him.
Road rage?
Yeah, I lost it
after years of reining it in.
Jaff was meant to clean up,
but he kept hold of the gun.
They're my prints on the cartridge.
He wanted to exact concessions.
So if you get me the gun,
in exchange for your daughter...
Jaff gets his concessions.
Why did you keep your prints on the gun?
For God's sake, he's got your daughter.
He drugged her and stuck her
in the boot of his car.
If you refuse or call back-up,
I'll take what's coming.
But once Jaff realises
that she's of no use to him...
She won't be the first body he's buried.
You've got till tomorrow morning.
According to his medical records,
Al Jenkins has got secondary cancer,
lung and abdomen.
He's got a couple of months at best.
Boss, go home, get some rest.
There's nothing more you can do here.
We'll call if anything comes up.
We will find her.
Night, Ken.
It was bad enough when I thought
that Tracy had gone with him willingly,
cos part of me hoped she wouldn't
even realise she was in danger.
But he drugged her, Helen.
He threw her in the boot of his car.
And if I'd just tried to stay
with her this morning,
just tried to talk to her...
Blaming yourself won't help.
You need to think like a police officer.
What matters here is that Al Jenkins
has admitted to killing Richard Martin.
We've got a gun
that may have his prints on
and you should arrest him.
- And risk Tracy's life?
- So you trust Al Jenkins over your team?
He gave me no choice.
Well, you can't go back
and take the gun.
Not now that I know about it.
What would you do
if it was one of your children?
God knows.
But there are standard operating
procedures for a reason.
And look where they got you.
If you hadn't insisted
on following procedure,
your career wouldn't be
on the line right now.
Annie's right.
I should never have listened to you.
Because now you wouldn't be
in this mess.
I still think I did the right thing.
You can't let a murderer walk free,
whatever's at stake.
Because you cross that line,
and it will destroy you.
And I'm truly sorry
for what you're going through,
but you need to trust me on this.
I can think straight because
it's not my child that's out there.
Alan?
Alan?
- What are you doing?
- I'm looking for something.
Anything that might help.
I had to come.
Whatever shit's gone down at work,
I'm still your girlfriend and...
Listen, Annie, I don't have
time for this right...
I want to help. Don't push me away.
Hey, Alan...
Hey...
You need to go.
- No.
- Please.
Is that what you want?
- Yes.
- OK.
Al.
It's DCI Banks.
I need you all to understand
we treat this case like any other.
Our sole objective
is to get Tracy Banks back
and Jaff Kitson locked up
on a safe conviction.
OK?
Annie.
The gun we recovered
killed Richard Martin.
Al Jenkins and Jaff Kitson
were working together.
If Jenkins' prints match
the unidentified partials
on the gun cartridge, we've nailed him.
If he's in league with Kitson,
we have a direct line to Tracy.
If Jaff Kitson
is using Tracy as leverage,
why hasn't he issued demands?
You think I need reminding, Ken?
Thanks, everyone.
Ken's right. There's been
no contact from Jaff Kitson.
He'll be in touch. I'm sure.
Annie, last night, I'm sorry.
- I was in a bad place.
- It's fine.
- I just wanted to help.
- I know.
I know the inquiry's
supposed to be over,
but I've dug out some more background
on the Armed Response Unit,
and it puts things in a new light.
I've had fingerprints taken
from the Doyles' hallway
to see if Trethowan went in there.
- I'm waiting for the results.
- Good.
I need Helen back on the team.
With grouping like that,
why did Trethowan fast-track you, Alice?
- Or is this just an off day?
- What's he said?
He didn't have to. I had a hunch.
You found your best option,
sleep with your boss.
100%% .
But then I'd expect no less
from an expert shot,
among the top 5% in the country,
with an exemplary record
and a glut of trophies.
And yet, you missed the man's arm
from 15 feet.
The lights were off.
The power was disconnected.
You know, I've refused
firearms training five times.
Why? Because I don't want
to carry a gun.
I really don't want to carry a gun.
- Why not?
- Because I might have to use it.
It must stick in your throat.
An officer previously renowned
for keeping a cool head,
now on record as a loose cannon.
How come you lost your nerve, Mark?
Unless someone else did.
What did Trethowan promise you?
That I'd hold onto my career.
Now you give me one good reason
why I should let that happen.
When did Constable Alice Craig volunteer
to be part of the Armed Response Unit?
Six months ago. Why?
And you approved her posting
despite her lack of experience.
She had potential.
How many viable operations
had she been part of?
One.
I really don't see the relevance.
A couple of months ago,
Constable Alice Craig failed
her refresher course.
Why didn't you revoke
her authorisation card?
I thought
she deserved another chance.
Because you were having
an affair with her?
Is that why she was
over-promoted in the first place?
Why are Constable Craig's skills
being called into question?
According to DI Morton,
you went back into the Doyle house
after Peter Doyle had been evacuated,
after the Armed Response Unit
had vacated the premises
with the rogue weapon.
DI Morton is clutching at straws.
Constable Warburton said
you ordered him to take the blame.
- Well, he's lying.
- It was Constable Alice Craig
that missed the light switch,
panicked and fired the taser.
She failed to put on the light,
that's why the place was in the dark.
You have no evidence
to substantiate these allegations.
If you're telling the truth,
how did your fingerprints come
to be on the fuse box in the hallway?
You went back into the Doyle house
after the event,
realised the place was being re-wired,
switched off the electricity
and dumped your unit's blunder
on DI Morton.
I just wanted to protect Alice.
You were protecting yourself
because you knew damn well
your girlfriend wasn't up to the job.
Well, this puts you in the clear.
Good work.
- I'm sorry...
- I should think...
Sorry, you go ahead.
I should never have taken the job.
I got my priorities wrong.
Let down the team.
But having accepted the job,
you did it to the best of your ability.
Saved the day, in fact,
despite our personal differences.
And I fully respect you for that.
Helen, If I give you a hard time
for sticking to the rules,
it's only because you make us
lesser mortals look bad.
I've just had a call from Exhibits.
The gun's missing.
What?
- What happened with Helen?
- She's in the clear.
The gun's gone missing
from the Exhibit Room.
Where are you? You're meant
to be bringing Al Jenkins in.
He's not at home. I'm there now.
The forensic accounting
report's come back.
Al Jenkins has given Mitchell
Channing everything he owns.
Tariq is bringing Channing
to the station.
We think
he might lead us to Jaff Kitson.
We need you back here now,
where you should be.
Call Jaff.
He's taken the gun, hasn't he?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I'll meet you there at 8:00 p.m.
You hand over the documents first,
and then I'll hand over the girl.
We are gonna play this
my way for once, Al.
This plan won't work.
If my Dad gets caught, everyone loses.
Well, no-one more than him, right?
Would you really kill me, Jaff?
Doesn't all this prove
I'm capable of anything?
Jaff will hand your daughter over to me
in exchange for these documents,
which guarantee
I'll give him half of my assets.
He thinks I'm taking her elsewhere
to meet you in exchange for the gun.
So, you keep out of sight,
and once we're clear,
arrest him.
Over the past month,
Al Jenkins has been withdrawing
from all his offshore accounts.
And on Tuesday, he transferred all his
money, property and assets to you.
- Why?
- You'll have to ask him.
Is it a money-laundering scam?
- Is Al Jenkins using you?
- No, he's not using me.
Well, I know
you're not long for this world,
and good riddance, frankly,
but why are you so desperate
to save yourself from being caught
when you'll be lucky
to see a remand hearing,
let alone do the time?
Why kill a man in cold blood
after years of getting grunts
to do your dirty work?
It was on my bucket list.
And was giving everything you've got
to Mitchell Channing on your list, too?
You said Jaff Kitson
was blackmailing him,
but it's you who's got his fortune
sitting in your bank account.
Al wanted someone
to take over the business.
Why would he trust his empire
to an inexperienced stranger?
I'm not a stranger.
You've only known him
for less than two months.
- He's terminally ill, Mitchell.
- I know!
I never asked for a penny.
And I'll give it all back
just to spend time with him.
He may be a mean old bastard, but...
He's my dad.
I thought I couldn't have kids.
Then my son tracks me down after
a somewhat forgotten one-night stand.
That's why you didn't want
to give us a set of your prints,
because they wouldn't match
the set on the gun.
They're Mitchell Channing's
prints on the gun.
But why would he kill Richard Martin?
He was wound up by that little prick
who was meant to be looking after him.
Jaff Kitson?
See, he loved his wife. He...
He didn't want anyone to know
that he'd cheated on her.
I mean, I'm not even
allowed to call him dad.
And he still loves me.
He'd do anything for me.
We'll need to take
a set of your fingerprints.
Mitchell hadn't long found me.
I didn't want to tell him I was dying.
They were out in my car,
and Jaff told him out of spite,
knowing it would devastate him.
Then right out of nowhere,
this guy cut Mitchell up and he saw red.
He gets out of control, like I used to.
He'd just had
the worst news of his life.
He beat the guy up, badly.
And that's where
Jaff saw an opportunity.
He told Mitchell to shoot the guy,
finish him off.
Well, Mitchell just did as he was told?
He killed a complete stranger?
- Mitchell isn't the brightest.
- No match for Jaff Kitson.
He knew he'd have
Mitchell's prints on the gun.
So he hid it in order to blackmail you.
Knowing that if I did anything to him,
the gun would surface
and go to the police.
On Erin Doyle's birthday.
Jaff never knew his father.
For five years,
he'd been like a son to me.
And then Mitchell showed up,
a chip off the old block.
All he had to do was look after my son.
Instead, he turned him into a killer.
Mitchell Channing,
I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of Richard Martin.
You'd better go.
There he is.
Right, come here.
Why couldn't you have
looked after both of us, Al?
I would have.
Hand her over.
- This is the end, Jaff!
- Tracy!
Major firearms incident. Centenary Park.
Emergency services now.
Dad?
Please.
- Dad?
- Tracy.
Are you OK?
I am so, so sorry.
I won't let you down again, not ever.
I promise.
An unauthorised firearms operation?
I had to win Al Jenkins' trust
to get my daughter back.
And Constable Mark Warburton should get
nothing more than a slap on the wrist?
Yes, sir.
And ultimately,
it's all about the outcome.
That sounds about right, sir.
Go home.
How did it go?
He's a pragmatist.
Well, I still don't approve.
I wouldn't expect anything less.
That's why I need you on my team.
You and Annie.
She understands how much I value you.
What about how much you value her?
You do know she's in love with you?
- Is Tracy all right?
- Yeah.
I wish you'd have told me about the gun.
I would have let you take it.
That's why I couldn't tell you.
That's why I asked you to go.
I don't understand
when I stopped being your mate,
someone you could confide in.
I love you, Annie.
I just need time
to think about my daughter,
think about you.
I just need more time.
I'm not a very patient woman, Alan.
I'll understand if you get
tired of waiting, but I hope,
- I hope with all my heart...
- Boss?
Major incident. They want us to attend.
I'll drive.
Bagsy front seat.
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