Silent Witness (1996–…): Season 18, Episode 9 - One of Our Own: Part 1 - full transcript
'You've reached Sam Honeywell. I must
be busy, asleep, or avoiding you.
'Leave a message.'
MUSIC: No Church In
The Wild by Kanye West
♪ Human beings in a mob
♪ What's a mob to a king?
♪ What's a king to a god?
♪ What's a god to a non-believer?
♪ Who don't believe in anything?
♪ We make it out alive
♪ All right all right
♪ No church in the wild
♪ Tears on the mausoleum floor
♪ Blood stains the Coliseum doors
♪ Lies on the lips of a priest
♪ Thanksgiving disguised as a feast
♪ Rollin' in the Rolls-Royce Corniche
♪ Only the doctors got this
I'm hiding from police
♪ Cocaine seats
♪ All white like I got
the whole thing bleached
♪ Drug dealer chic
♪ I'm wondering if
a thug's prayers reach
♪ Is Pious pious cos God loves pious?
♪ Socrates asks whose
bias do y'all seek?
♪ All for Plato Screech
♪ I'm out here balling I
know y'all hear my sneaks
♪ Jesus was a carpenter
Yeezy laid beats
♪ Hova flow the Holy Ghost
Get the hell up out your seats
~ ♪ Preach
~ ♪ Human beings in a mob
♪ What's a mob to a king?
♪ What's a king to a god?
♪ What's a god to a non-believer?
♪ Who don't believe in anything?
♪ We make it out alive
♪ All right, all right
♪ No church in the wild
♪ Human beings in a mob
♪ What's a mob to a king?
♪ What's a king to a god?
♪ What's a god to a non-believer?
♪ Who don't believe in anything?... ♪
♪ Testator silens
♪ Costestes e spiritu
♪ Silentium. ♪
Forensics. Thank you, mate.
How is it?
It's six in the morning,
that's how it is.
Everything but the kitchen sink, huh?
Thin blue line and all that.
You've never done one
of these, have you?
Excuse me? Can we get
this area cleared?
~ You are?
~ Er, we've been asked to lead the forensics.
~ We've got our own people on this.
~ By your Chief Constable. An hour ago.
~ I'm Jack.
~ DCI Sullivan. SIO.
Sergeant Parry, assisting the murder
team. DI Tonia Nolan, my deputy.
Nikki Alexander. Jack Hodgson.
Our condolences.
Sergeant Sam Honeywell. Head
of District Crime East.
24, single.
Spread pattern, front to rear.
Accelerant was petrol,
by the smell of it.
ANPR cameras put the car leaving
town just before 1am.
A passing vehicle reported
it burning at 4:30am.
~ And before that?
~ He was on nights.
Last seen leaving his house
at 6:00pm, yesterday evening.
He told me he was going
for a run, before work.
~ He never showed up.
~ Friend of yours?
Just give me something to work with.
Torn entry wound margins.
No powder tattooing.
Large exit wound at
the occipital bone.
Point blank, in other words.
Probably, yes.
Tell me that's what killed
him, not the fire.
I can't say until the post mortem.
I'm sorry.
You said he was going
for a run before work?
~ Yeah, why?
~ No running gear.
So he changed his mind.
Ah, no. We'll need
to bag that. Sorry.
~ There you go, sweetheart.
~ Thank you.
What? What? What?
What? What? What? What? What?
Oh, mate, good to see you!
~ Give us a kiss.
~ Hello, babe, how you doing?
Go get yourself a drink.
Here, let me get you something.
Trish tells me you're thinking
about getting out the game.
~ Thinking about it, yeah.
~ Why? Business is good.
The boy's kept everything smooth.
You're back in the saddle.
It ain't the business, Tone,
that's always been good to me.
Ah, come on. Four years
inside is nothing.
It's a blip and you know that.
I'm older than you. I just
don't need the grief.
I mean, look, I got all this.
I want to keep Trish sweet.
Nah, that's it, I'm out of it.
~ So what are you going to do?
~ Raise some capital.
Expand the clubs, the property.
All legit.
~ Hello.
~ All right.
~ I'm going be Alan bloody Sugar.
Yeah, don't try persuading
him out of it.
I've only just got him back.
Ain't going to let him go again.
There's some investment guys here
who're interested in
your plans for the club.
~ Introduce you later, yeah?
~ Mm-hm.
Helpful, isn't he?
Been more or less living
here since you got out.
Yeah. He's a good kid.
He's got some good ideas.
And don't forget, we owe him.
Yes! Come in.
~ Get in.
~ Hi. Let's get involved, eh?
Er, Mum said I could invite
some mates. You don't mind.
Course not. Your house, too.
Let's get the drinks in, lads.
The CC wants us to take
on more resources.
Bodies, forensics, media support.
~ I've already got more than I can handle.
~ It's not optional.
The Minister wants
something to announce.
You don't have to put yourself
through this, Jim.
~ I can get another
~ SIO. I'll be fine.
I've requested that
we get rapid access to
a list of Honeywell's informants.
He had a way with grasses, didn't he?
~ It's why he was a good copper.
~ Jim...
Is there anything else I
should know? Now's the time.
No, sir.
Honeywell was an outstanding officer.
There's huge pressure on
the Force for an arrest.
They're hurting. They won't sleep
till they've got someone.
I'm guessing that means nor will we.
Apparently, Honeywell lost
his parents when he was 17.
Joined at the same time as Parry,
they went up the ranks together.
Sullivan was their mentor.
So he was close to them both.
This is personal.
Denaturation of muscle protein.
Pugilism of the arms and lower body.
There's a white granular
substance on the palms
and underneath the fingernails.
Lesions on the ulnar border.
The palms. Possibly defensive.
Extensive bruising to the head.
And most likely the torso, too.
Subcutaneous skin splits
to the wrists.
Ditto, the ankles.
Probably heat-related
constriction of cuffs, socks.
Hang on, Nikki, there's
something in here.
Some kind of rope or twine.
The rest must have
melted in the heat.
So he was tied. Beaten.
Soot present in the mouth
and throat, but no burns.
It's likely he died before
being set alight.
A COHb test will confirm.
Let's go.
Tess!
Hi, Trish.
~ And this is?
~ Hi. Jason.
~ Jason, Nice to meet you.
~ Come through. Hey, Terry.
~ Excuse me.
~ Look who it is.
Hey, Tess!
~ This is Jason.
~ Hi, nice to meet you.
~ Get yourself a drink.
~ OK.
~ They're all down there.
~ Do you know Dean?
~ You all right?
We were like cousins
when we were kids.
Long lost. I hardly
see you these days!
~ You're from the showroom, right?
~ That's right. How's the motor?
~ You happy?
~ It's OK.
Well, let me know when you want
an upgrade. Tell you what,
I'll swing you a deal, if you get us
into the VIP lounge at the Octane.
Right. Shall we?
1:14am, a mile from Honeywell's car.
Registered to Dean Fallon.
We've got a four hour window and
he happens to be near the scene?
It's not enough.
It's not on his way home from
the club, the gym, nothing.
We've checked every car
between 1:00 and 4:30am.
There's no-one else with anything
like Dean's previous.
If I arrest him on this,
we've got 24 hours.
We wanted this bastard.
He's good for this, sir.
Let's bring him in.
Hey!
~ I can't believe you made it!
~ I'm not a complete cripple.
~ Aw!
I wanted to come round when I heard,
but, you know, it's been quite a
time, what with Terry being away.
You know? Um, you
know Ben, don't you?
Sorry to hear about
the troubles, Tel.
~ Yeah, well, it's all over now.
~ Yeah.
So, do you want a drink, love?
No, it's all right, don't
worry, they'll come round.
So um, how's things?
It's got a name, Trish. We're managing
with the MS fine, thanks.
Might be going to Vienna
next month. Clinical trials.
Well, you know, anything
we can do. Money, anything.
~ You know that.
~ We'll manage.
You all right, Stan? You're
looking a bit sweaty.
Why don't you sit down, cool off?
I'm fine. Uh, shall
we get that drink?
See you later.
Terry? We got more guests.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa. What is this, Sullivan?
~ Hello, Dean.
~ Whoa, where are you taking my client?
Dean Fallon, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of involvement in the
murder of Sergeant Sam Honeywell.
~ I don't know what you're talking about!
~ Get him out of here.
You do not have to say anything,
however, it may harm your defence...
Oi, oi, oi! Will you talk to me,
please, officer? I'm his mother!
All right, Trish! Let
him deal with it.
Stick around, Terry. We'll
need to have a little chat.
Your boy's in a lot of trouble.
Tweezers?
~ Yeah.
~ Anything?
Just some exciting bits
of melted plastic. You?
Nikki found a hair on the body.
Er, we'll get DNA later
but it's probably female.
How do you know?
No split ends and too
much hair product.
Hydrogen peroxide, maybe.
That's hair dye to you.
Thanks. Anything else?
White powder on the victim's
hands, under his nails.
Limestone, quartz silica...
It's called concrete.
You'd think. If it wasn't
for the sodium bicarbonate.
Baking soda?
~ I'll come and give you a hand.
~ That would be lovely, but alas,
you're wanted elsewhere.
Sullivan's made an arrest.
~ Nikki's already on her way.
~ OK. Thanks.
Where you were last night, Dean?
No comment.
We can do this all day.
But your case could be harmed
if you don't give an explanation
at the first opportunity.
I was coming home from the Octane.
I had a good fight in the cage, went
for a quick drink, packed in around one.
Got home around two.
What took you so long?
Maybe I was pissed.
Did anyone see you?
No.
And you'll have to
take my word for it,
seeing as I think this
is all you've got.
~ So you've no alibi for this journey.
~ Yes, he has. Me.
My client was a little
worse for wear,
so I drove him home.
Problem is we've been here
before, haven't we, Dean?
I mean, let's face it, you've got serious anger
management issues when it comes to cops.
PC Wales was just doing his job,
he's only just returned to work.
~ You did this, remember?
~ Yeah.
I remember you was the one
who tried to get me for it.
My client was acquitted
of all charges.
I remember your bouncer made
a very handy confession.
We all know who did it.
Come on, Dean.
What's so important that
you'd kill a copper?
Your dad's got sidelines.
Stolen goods, fraud.
But word is though, you've started up
all on your own since he's been inside.
Whole different league.
Class As, Bs, whatever
you can get your hands on.
Was Honeywell onto you?
Things get out of control, Dean?
Oh...
Look, I'll tell you my theory, yeah.
Honeywell was in all the clubs,
mixing with the ruffians,
fancied himself as a player.
How do you think he
got his information?
Maybe he was playing both sides.
What do you think, Sarge?
Come on, you're a mate of his.
Think golden balls was bent?
Think that's what got him snuffed?
Or was he just an arsehole?
~ Right, that's you!
~ Whoa! Relax!
"DI Sullivan ending the interview."
What was that?!
In front of his brief!
For God's sake, Carl,
we do it by the book.
Every bloody page. Until
that bastard's in jail.
And we'll do it for Sam.
OK?
~ What is it?
~ You wanted us to swab the suspect.
My colleague and I will take an oral
sample and some swabs from your skin.
Ah, mate.
Does your colleague tell you
what he does in his spare time?
The type of places he goes to?
Open your mouth.
So...
you're a cop and a brawler.
Interesting. Man with a dark side.
Enjoy dishing it out?
The moment when your fist
goes in and he drops?
Or maybe, maybe you
like to take it? Yeah?
That's your bag, innit?
Like the punishment.
Hold out your right hand.
I didn't kill him.
~ Hey.
~ Hey!
~ Move away or you'll be restrained!
~ All right.
Come on.
All right. All right!
In the ring next time.
See if I'm right.
~ You OK?
~ Yeah.
Do you know that suspect?
I passed him in a corridor
at a fight, that's all.
~ And does he know anything about
you? Anything he can use?
~ No.
I don't want you near him again. OK?
I thought you'd given up.
Sam's mobile and the call logs from the
service provider. You wanted first look.
Are you up to it?
Why wouldn't I be?
I'm happy to do it.
I'll let you know what I find.
We can't have this happening now.
We raise that money, you'll be legit.
Four more days, you'll
be free from it all.
Just get him out of there.
Hello, Terry.
Kids.
You do your best for them
and look what they do.
Get carried away.
Run before they can walk.
End up killing a copper.
What do you want?
I heard you were planning
on going straight.
Mid-life crisis?
Or are you just fed
up of being inside?
We'll do this with my solicitor.
Yeah, we could.
Ben's a smart lad.
Kept HMRC from seizing your
assets while you were inside.
I was home last night, my
wife was there, talk to her.
We did.
You both had lasagne.
But Dean's been dealing
drugs in your club.
That's on your watch.
I don't know what you're
talking about.
He's a problem for you, Terry.
A problem kid.
And it wouldn't be hard for me to
make the drugs stick to you too.
What do you know about kids?
Personally, I wouldn't back Dean.
He's a thug.
But then, you are his dad.
Be ironic, wouldn't it?
Just when you decide to go straight,
your son puts you back inside.
No sign of a bullet in the car.
No bone or blood spatter.
We think he was killed elsewhere.
The car was then driven to the site
and torched to wipe any traces.
So we don't yet know
where he was killed.
What about Dean Fallon?
Additives in the petrol don't match
any found at the Fallon property,
no gunpowder residue on
Dean's skin or clothes,
ditto the white substance
we found on Honeywell.
Ben Osrin's prints were on the
driver's side of Dean's car,
not necessarily recent,
but they could've been.
So, Dean's alibi could
still stand up.
Regular downward lesions.
There were no shirt
fibres in the wounds,
~ suggesting they weren't
made through clothing.
~ So?
Haemostasis indicates that they were
made several hours BEFORE his death,
not when the major injuries
were sustained.
Peripenial swabs tested positive
for semen and vaginal fluid,
so Honeywell had sex, I'd
say sometime early evening.
His mobile received a call later at,
er, 9:15pm before
he was due on shift.
Pay phone in Brampton.
No witnesses, no prints.
So, who called him?
And where did they go?
Let's find the girl.
DNA from the hair found in his armpit
was the same as the vaginal fluid,
but no match on the database.
We're running more tests.
Meanwhile we've got nothing to
help us keep Dean Fallon in custody,
just CCTV and his previous.
At the moment, no.
Then we'd better find something
to link that call to young Fallon.
Otherwise I'll be releasing
him in the morning.
You overdid it this afternoon.
I'm fine. A bit too much
champagne, with pills.
Is that one of Dean's own boys?
You were great. I'm so proud of you.
Poor Trish. She's got
all the money she wants.
What's the point when you've got a
kid like Dean getting into trouble?
Hiya.
Dean's all over the news.
"Eye witnesses say Dean Fallon
"was arrested for murder
at the family home.
"Meanwhile, tributes continue to
pour in for Sergeant Honeywell.
"Police have said
that the 24-year-old
"was an outstanding young officer
"who would be greatly missed
by his colleagues."
Sam's phone log. Message transcripts.
Anything for us?
Just personal.
~ Bit early, isn't it?
~ All right.
He's not worth it.
Dean only thinks about himself.
Why are you trying to ruin it?
~ How am I ruining it? Seriously?
~ How's your boy?
Yeah, well, you shouldn't worry.
Dean's too smart, right?
Dean loves me.
~ It's your Jason's the wrong 'un.
~ You open for business?
~ What do you mean?
~ Wake up to yourself.
He's not a car salesman.
He's at it.
Dean says.
~ So you believe everything he says now?
~ Good man.
~ I'm just saying. I'm just saying.
Tess.
Well, looks like we're off.
Come down the showroom, yeah?
Take something for a spin.
Stay on, one sec.
You know the sample from
Sam Honeywell's body?
Yeah, yeah, the girlfriend we didn't
know about. We're already on it.
Yeah, well, um, we had enough
sample to run ancillary tests
"and the spectrometry showed much higher
than normal chlorine content."
"The kind they use
in swimming pools."
So I'd say the girlfriend
is a regular swimmer.
"Daily, probably."
Hello. Are you still there?
Don't tell anyone else, please.
Do you know her well?
Thought I did.
Not seen you before, Nikki.
You new?
A pathologist.
Are you still teaching the kids
at the swimming baths, Kate?
Yeah. Why?
I'm here to take a DNA swab from you.
To confirm a match with hair strands
found on the body of Sam Honeywell.
When did you last see him, Kate?
Keeping your relationship with Sam
from my investigation is serious.
But nobody's judging anyone.
Could be things you can tell us.
Things you don't even
think important.
Details about Sam's last day.
Details that might help
us catch whoever did this.
You haven't arrested him, have you?
Kate?
I've got to get the boys.
Johnny's got pre-school,
I can collect him later.
Katie, what's the matter?
Did you arrest Carl?
Tell me he's arrested!
Did you get his gun?
I can explain this, skipper.
Make this part easy.
Do that for me.
Do you consent to a
forensic examination?
OK, this is a test
for gunshot residue.
Right-handed.
The gunpowder will be on this hand.
I said I can explain.
How long, Kate?
Six months.
Been bubbling under for years.
I loved Carl once.
Sam was different.
He had a way to him.
Just talking made you feel special.
Sam came over one afternoon
out of the blue.
He knew Carl was on shift.
After that, didn't
matter where I was.
What I was doing.
And Carl found out.
Have I shocked you, Jim?
I'm sorry.
You do pride yourself
in knowing your boys.
What happened Friday?
Carl found out last week.
Read some texts.
I know he confronted
Sam the day he died.
I left the boys with the sitter...
.. met Sam at his flat.
He said...
.. Carl had to know we were serious.
And things would explode.
He loved me.
We phoned for a pizza.
Sam got a call.
He wouldn't say who.
I thought it was Carl.
Sam left straight away.
Carl swore he didn't do it.
Swore on our boys' lives.
Keep him away from us.
Please.
Hey.
The sample we took from Parry's
hand tests positive for gunpowder.
It sounds strange, but...
that night, did you and
Sam eat that pizza?
Any chance the gunpowder was
passive? Third party contact?
There was high concentration
of both propellant and primer.
Pretty much what you'd expect from
discharging a gun in the last 48 hours.
Can you get a match?
Any residue from Honeywell
combusted. We need the bullet.
For that you need a murder scene.
See you out there, killer.
I'm sorry.
We had no choice.
On the left
are the log and transcripts from
Sergeant Honeywell's mobile.
You submitted them to
DI Sullivan yourself.
These are your call logs,
as compiled by DI Nolan,
direct from the service provider
since you were detained.
Can I see my wife? Please?
It shows you failed to log four
calls and deleted two messages,
both from your wife. Why, Sergeant?
Please let me see her.
"Not there, babe?"
"Mmm, you on lates? I know
a girl who'll stay up."
"All night, if she's in the mood."
"Call, babe."
"Carl's broke into my phone,
he read stuff. He went mental.
"Please call, sweetheart,
I'm really worried."
On detainment, a GSR test indicated
you recently discharged a firearm.
Does she say I did it?
This was recovered from your house.
My best mate.
I loved him.
Your wife says you purchased it
from an antiques fair in France.
Your honeymoon?
It doesn't work. It never worked.
With modified ammunition
it works perfectly well.
Easy, if you know what you're doing.
And you do, Carl, don't you?
You joined a gun club
three years ago, Carl.
Kate says you go regularly.
We can stop this now if you want.
Talk to us, Carl.
We had a fight.
Me and Sam.
Tell us about that night.
The gun.
I knew he was with her.
And I didn't trust
myself to go round,
so I went to the range instead
and shot a few rounds off.
~ Is that what you do when you're angry?
~ I use the club guns.
I went to the range and then I drove.
Where, Carl?
All over.
Trying to get my head straight.
You know I never killed him.
You come home from work.
You're not expecting the baby-sitter,
you're expecting your wife.
You're still angry after the fight.
You know she's with him.
You make a phone call.
Look, you weren't planning
anything. It just boiled up.
~ Must have been out of
your mind, pouring that...
~ Katie! Katie! Katie!
I'm sorry, Katie! I'm sorry.
Katie, I'm sorry,
Katie! It wasn't me!
Oi.
~ You all right?
~ Yeah, piece of piss.
Yeah, it's a doddle, innit?
They think they make it hard
on you, but you just shut down.
Years go by,
you don't even feel them,
you're not even there.
Is that what YOU want?
~ Is it what YOU wanted?
~ I'd give anything to get that time back.
Bit late, Dad.
Well, you going to tell him?
No more dealing in the club.
No more taking liberties.
And next time this happens,
you're on your own.
Your idea?
This place is clean from now on.
We don't want the cops
anywhere near us.
~ Who's we?
~ Oh, here we go.
~ It's none of your business.
~ Your father's businesses are my business.
~ Tell him, Terry or...
~ Enough, Ben.
He understands.
Parry denies everything.
Help if we actually had
a murder scene, of course.
How old-fashioned of you.
On that front, the white substance
under Honeywell's fingernails,
we can now add bentonite to
its thrilling ingredients.
Why would you add an
absorbent to concrete?
Reservoir liners,
motorways, driveways.
~ I'm really narrowing it down here.
~ Brilliant.
~ One weird thing.
~ Mm-hm.
The melted gloop on the back
of this thing was once Velcro.
~ To stick it to the dashboard?
~ Mmm, I wondered that.
Nothing like that on
the SOC photos though.
I'll check Honeywell's car again.
Urgh.
I was going to suggest lunch.
Honeywell ordered a pizza that night.
Kate Parry says he left
without eating it.
And you've found what? Salad?
Fish?
~ Must have had that later. Somewhere else.
~ With his mystery caller?
Long shot, but this
might tell us where.
Anything?
Bentonite is widely used
for landfill sites
and drainage channels.
It's the lead that keeps on giving.
Yeah, that really narrows it down.
We know what his last meal was. The
salad wasn't salad, it's sea kale.
Very on trend.
Too sophisticated.
I'm just wondering how this helps.
Sea kale is fashionable with foodies.
~ Now that is really, really super work.
~ Now wait.
~ It's a specialty of the Essex marshes.
One estuary in particular. Can you guess?
~ No.
Near the phone box where
Honeywell was called from.
It's not bad.
The dead uniform, Honeywell.
How worried should I be?
Yeah. That wasn't good.
Not if you know anything
about it, no.
~ Do you?
~ No.
Look, no-one's looking at me.
It doesn't affect anything.
What about the girl?
She just helps me get close.
Let me see some results. If
you can't deliver, you're out.
Look, just be patient, all right?
Few more days. Be worth the wait.
~ Hi.
~ Hi.
I, er...
just wondered if you
had anything for me.
Well, we're hoping to trace
the location of his last meal.
Should have something first thing.
But you knew that.
Yes.
Yes, I did.
Are you all right?
I don't know what I'm
doing here, do I?
Had to get out of the station,
couldn't go home.
If this were my office, this is where
I'd break out the cheap Scotch.
~ Sorry.
~ Thought not.
Unless you're up for some
breaking and entering.
Single malt.
He likes to impress. Lucky for us.
Must be pretty awful over there.
It's unbearable.
Couldn't they give this to someone,
I don't know, less involved?
You think I'm a masochist.
No, I just...
I think that sometimes the
job can matter too much.
Real life happens outside it too.
How's that working for you?
I um...
.. I was at Sam Honeywell's
passing out at Hendon.
Big day, he had no family so I...
.. we went for a drink...
quiet little pub.
Talked for a couple of hours.
Football, mostly.
When we, er...
when we parted, he, er,
he called me back...
.. said he'd forgotten to thank
me properly for coming.
Watching him strut away,
head in the air, I felt...
.. suddenly,
ridiculously...
.. what it was like to be his parent.
(And I'd have hated to...)
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to come here
and bleed all over you.
Blood's part of my job.
Careful. That's
20-year-old cask Scotch.
It's delicious.
So, er...
didn't want to use
Nikki for this one?
People would talk.
And no doubt there's some
muscly boyfriend who'd mind.
What, me?
You must be joking!
So, who's the lucky man?
Well, you're the detective.
If you find out, let me know.
We're on.
Excuse me. You serve sea kale?
Yeah, on the sea shore, but
we're not open till 12.
Mind if I take a sample?
Mrs Carter? Chief Inspector Sullivan.
Is it picked locally?
It's all legal, if
that's what you mean.
Do you remember serving this man?
Two nights ago.
White shirt, dark trousers. He
might have been with someone else.
Yeah, they had the whitebait.
The other was a copper,
he had his uniform on.
What did he look like?
I didn't really notice.
They talked, this fella paid up and
they drove off in separate cars.
Is this who he met?
I dunno.
Do you have CCTV?
We don't keep money here
overnight, just fish.
Jack.
What are the constituents
of cat litter?
If you want company,
try goldfish.
Less mess.
Hold... on.
A limestone aggregate -
'clay silicates, specifically...
.. sodium bentonite. Clever boy.
I need somewhere where this
stuff is handled in bulk.
Try Jenkins' Pet Supplies.
Wholesalers on Dockton Lane.
Looks like they went bust
over a year ago now.
I'll call you back.
We might have the place where
Honeywell was murdered.
What are you doing here?
~ Jason's meeting me here in five.
~ That's nice, innit.
Come and have a drink, eh?
Or do you want a tickle?
Come on. What do you think I meant?
Boys!
Tess was my first bird.
13. Back of the Anchor.
~ She used to fancy the shit out of me.
~ Dean, don't.
Come on. It's only Chloe and the
boys. We could have a fivesome!
Piss off, Dean.
Come here. I thought you was giving
it out to everyone these days.
Leave it, Dean. Dean!
Dean, get off me!
What you doing, Dean?
Just mucking about, mate.
I was waiting for you, actually.
What are you doing here
all the time, Jase?
Why all the interest?
I mean, you came here
a year ago, yeah?
A month ago you sell me a car.
Then you start go out with little
Tessie, buying my charlie.
Nunn says you're asking
a lot of questions.
Do you love me, Jase?
Is that what this is?
Do you fancy me?
Dean! Dean!
Dean, stop!
Stop it! Jase...!
I really wouldn't do
that if I was you, Dean.
No? Why? Who wants to
know my business, mate.
You got me wrong. I'll
stay out of your way, OK?
Yeah, right. You will,
cos otherwise...
Pow.
Tess. Tess, hey.
~ You OK?
~ Is he right? Are you using me?
Oh, for God's sake, Tess. That's
what he wants you to think.
~ Just tell me.
~ Do you know what?
Screw this, all right.
Let's not do tonight.
I'll see you around.
~ Hi. Can I come in?
~ Yeah, course.
I'm sorry about the
way the party ended.
I wanted to have a proper chat.
About your Dean? All over the news.
They had nothing on him.
They just wanted someone
fast after that poor copper.
They've always had it in for Dean.
Oh, June...
We were such good friends.
We raised our kids together.
What happened?
Different paths. Different men.
Yeah.
Look at us now.
Look at me.
You've got Stan.
And Tess. She's a wonderful girl.
~ Yes. She is.
~ Yeah.
She's grown into a real beauty.
She's got a boyfriend now...
Well? What do we think?
He's 27.
I see. And does he have a good job?
He's a car salesman.
Well, it can't be all bad.
Tess? Want to say hello.
Hello, sweetheart. How are ya?
Hi, Trish.
~ Glad we had a chat.
~ Yeah.
She don't know nothing about Simons.
Tess ain't told her much.
Don't you ever ask
me to do that again.
OK. Foot prints...
Two, maybe three men.
A lot of activity.
What kind of activity?
He was bleeding.
Somebody knelt.
Knees here.
Toes of the shoes digging in there.
Honeywell was six foot.
Kneeling...
his head's about here.
Say the shooter was average height.
So the gun would be
just about... here.
Jack...
We get the picture.
Blood spatter from the head wound
here. Someone's tried to cover it.
And there she is.
The bullet that killed
Sam Honeywell - . 44.
And the bullet I test-fired
from the vintage Smith and
Wesson owned by Carl Parry.
Same calibre, striations don't match.
Plus, Parry's gun uses
a black powder cartridge.
Composition markedly different
to a modern, smokeless gunpowder.
And the gunshot residue that we found
on Parry wasn't black powder.
It was smokeless.
You mean he couldn't have pulled
the trigger on Sam. Full stop.
Unless he was wearing a forensic
suit, or scuba gear, when he did it.
Otherwise the barium, calcium and silicon
from the cartridge would show up. It didn't.
So he used a different
gun? One from his club?
They don't keep anything
in this calibre.
And they've confirmed Carl
visited them that afternoon.
Practically an alibi, time-wise.
Parry stays in custody for now.
We'll let the CPS review tomorrow.
Thought he'd be happy. Means your
boy's probably off the hook.
Yeah, well, it probably means
we still don't have our killer.
Anyway, good work, everyone.
Thank you.
Hey.
You coming over?
Do you want me to?
I'm sorry about earlier...
I was out of order.
Do you love me?
I'm into you Tess, you know that.
If you want to listen
to Dean, good luck.
Look, why don't you come
over the flat. Yeah?
'It'll be just us.'
OK.
All right, see you in a bit.
Bye.
Lyell Day Centre for the Clinically
Insane - Nurse Mullery speaking.
'Velcro. IPod.'
Monkey nuts. Scissors.
I like this game.
Why would anyone Velcro their
iPod inside the passenger seat?
Don't worry, I'm LOOKING intrigued.
'When is a door
'not a door...?'
~ Clarissa, come on.
~ It's not an iPod. Is it?
'.. worst flood situation Chertsey
has seen since March 19...'
I'm off.
'Wow, I mean, this is
Surrey. Knee deep...'
Blink and you'd miss it.
~ This little baby...
~ Voice-activated digital recorder.
Completely fried, unfortunately.
~ Honeywell bugged his own car.
~ Possibly, or maybe...
Someone else put it there.
Excuse me. Someone with
time and access and...
Let's see.
Honeywell bought his
car just two months ago.
Dealer was Hyden Autosales
managed by one Jason Simons...
And he is...
One very bad boy.
Juvenile violence.
Known organiser of football firms,
charged with two racist attacks.
Flogged fake MOTs and cut
up cars for a few years.
Recent links to suspected Essex
drug ring. Piece of work.
So, what, Simons was afraid
that Honeywell was onto them?
Or it's a wild goose chase.
Where are you off to?
Home. Good luck.
Is it coke?
Not coke.
It could be heroin?
Makes no sense. Dad's
not a drug dealer.
Well, maybe he got dragged
into something.
Maybe he's holding it for someone?
Got his arm twisted, owes a favour.
He doesn't know people like that.
Well,
one thing's for sure...
whoever gave it him, they're
not going to want it here.
Or your dad's in trouble.
Well, I'll take it back, then.
No, no, no. Look, I'll
take it. You stay here.
You don't know where it was.
I know. But you can't take it.
What if you got followed?
Listen to me.
We don't know what's
going on here, do we?
So we need to be really,
really careful.
I'll take this, and I'll
see you outside your house.
All right? That's the safest.
Let me do this for you, Tess.
It's me. It's over.
I need help.
'Jack.'
Nolan. I'm outside.
How far away are you?
'Ten minutes or so,
just hit some traffic.
OK. Bye.
Hey! Hey!
Hang on a minute!
Shit...!
I've got better at home.
Much better.
'Hi, it's Jase. You know what to do.'
Jason, where are you?
Just call me back. Bye.
I told you... I'm Jason Simons.
I'm a used-car salesman.
Powder blown into the wound.
Almost certainly a contact shot.
This is bollocks. I didn't
kill Jason Simons.
He's a liability, Terry.
Just keep him out of trouble.
Tess's boyfriend's been killed!
The one you came round to ask me
about. The one who knew your Dean.
ID theft like this...
That's a sophisticated move.
The police are so close.
So you're going to
get him out of this,
or I'll tell them everything I know.
Yeah. What's that, then?
Parry's here.
Come on. You and me.
It was always on.
I'm not going to fight you.
It stops. You understand?
be busy, asleep, or avoiding you.
'Leave a message.'
MUSIC: No Church In
The Wild by Kanye West
♪ Human beings in a mob
♪ What's a mob to a king?
♪ What's a king to a god?
♪ What's a god to a non-believer?
♪ Who don't believe in anything?
♪ We make it out alive
♪ All right all right
♪ No church in the wild
♪ Tears on the mausoleum floor
♪ Blood stains the Coliseum doors
♪ Lies on the lips of a priest
♪ Thanksgiving disguised as a feast
♪ Rollin' in the Rolls-Royce Corniche
♪ Only the doctors got this
I'm hiding from police
♪ Cocaine seats
♪ All white like I got
the whole thing bleached
♪ Drug dealer chic
♪ I'm wondering if
a thug's prayers reach
♪ Is Pious pious cos God loves pious?
♪ Socrates asks whose
bias do y'all seek?
♪ All for Plato Screech
♪ I'm out here balling I
know y'all hear my sneaks
♪ Jesus was a carpenter
Yeezy laid beats
♪ Hova flow the Holy Ghost
Get the hell up out your seats
~ ♪ Preach
~ ♪ Human beings in a mob
♪ What's a mob to a king?
♪ What's a king to a god?
♪ What's a god to a non-believer?
♪ Who don't believe in anything?
♪ We make it out alive
♪ All right, all right
♪ No church in the wild
♪ Human beings in a mob
♪ What's a mob to a king?
♪ What's a king to a god?
♪ What's a god to a non-believer?
♪ Who don't believe in anything?... ♪
♪ Testator silens
♪ Costestes e spiritu
♪ Silentium. ♪
Forensics. Thank you, mate.
How is it?
It's six in the morning,
that's how it is.
Everything but the kitchen sink, huh?
Thin blue line and all that.
You've never done one
of these, have you?
Excuse me? Can we get
this area cleared?
~ You are?
~ Er, we've been asked to lead the forensics.
~ We've got our own people on this.
~ By your Chief Constable. An hour ago.
~ I'm Jack.
~ DCI Sullivan. SIO.
Sergeant Parry, assisting the murder
team. DI Tonia Nolan, my deputy.
Nikki Alexander. Jack Hodgson.
Our condolences.
Sergeant Sam Honeywell. Head
of District Crime East.
24, single.
Spread pattern, front to rear.
Accelerant was petrol,
by the smell of it.
ANPR cameras put the car leaving
town just before 1am.
A passing vehicle reported
it burning at 4:30am.
~ And before that?
~ He was on nights.
Last seen leaving his house
at 6:00pm, yesterday evening.
He told me he was going
for a run, before work.
~ He never showed up.
~ Friend of yours?
Just give me something to work with.
Torn entry wound margins.
No powder tattooing.
Large exit wound at
the occipital bone.
Point blank, in other words.
Probably, yes.
Tell me that's what killed
him, not the fire.
I can't say until the post mortem.
I'm sorry.
You said he was going
for a run before work?
~ Yeah, why?
~ No running gear.
So he changed his mind.
Ah, no. We'll need
to bag that. Sorry.
~ There you go, sweetheart.
~ Thank you.
What? What? What?
What? What? What? What? What?
Oh, mate, good to see you!
~ Give us a kiss.
~ Hello, babe, how you doing?
Go get yourself a drink.
Here, let me get you something.
Trish tells me you're thinking
about getting out the game.
~ Thinking about it, yeah.
~ Why? Business is good.
The boy's kept everything smooth.
You're back in the saddle.
It ain't the business, Tone,
that's always been good to me.
Ah, come on. Four years
inside is nothing.
It's a blip and you know that.
I'm older than you. I just
don't need the grief.
I mean, look, I got all this.
I want to keep Trish sweet.
Nah, that's it, I'm out of it.
~ So what are you going to do?
~ Raise some capital.
Expand the clubs, the property.
All legit.
~ Hello.
~ All right.
~ I'm going be Alan bloody Sugar.
Yeah, don't try persuading
him out of it.
I've only just got him back.
Ain't going to let him go again.
There's some investment guys here
who're interested in
your plans for the club.
~ Introduce you later, yeah?
~ Mm-hm.
Helpful, isn't he?
Been more or less living
here since you got out.
Yeah. He's a good kid.
He's got some good ideas.
And don't forget, we owe him.
Yes! Come in.
~ Get in.
~ Hi. Let's get involved, eh?
Er, Mum said I could invite
some mates. You don't mind.
Course not. Your house, too.
Let's get the drinks in, lads.
The CC wants us to take
on more resources.
Bodies, forensics, media support.
~ I've already got more than I can handle.
~ It's not optional.
The Minister wants
something to announce.
You don't have to put yourself
through this, Jim.
~ I can get another
~ SIO. I'll be fine.
I've requested that
we get rapid access to
a list of Honeywell's informants.
He had a way with grasses, didn't he?
~ It's why he was a good copper.
~ Jim...
Is there anything else I
should know? Now's the time.
No, sir.
Honeywell was an outstanding officer.
There's huge pressure on
the Force for an arrest.
They're hurting. They won't sleep
till they've got someone.
I'm guessing that means nor will we.
Apparently, Honeywell lost
his parents when he was 17.
Joined at the same time as Parry,
they went up the ranks together.
Sullivan was their mentor.
So he was close to them both.
This is personal.
Denaturation of muscle protein.
Pugilism of the arms and lower body.
There's a white granular
substance on the palms
and underneath the fingernails.
Lesions on the ulnar border.
The palms. Possibly defensive.
Extensive bruising to the head.
And most likely the torso, too.
Subcutaneous skin splits
to the wrists.
Ditto, the ankles.
Probably heat-related
constriction of cuffs, socks.
Hang on, Nikki, there's
something in here.
Some kind of rope or twine.
The rest must have
melted in the heat.
So he was tied. Beaten.
Soot present in the mouth
and throat, but no burns.
It's likely he died before
being set alight.
A COHb test will confirm.
Let's go.
Tess!
Hi, Trish.
~ And this is?
~ Hi. Jason.
~ Jason, Nice to meet you.
~ Come through. Hey, Terry.
~ Excuse me.
~ Look who it is.
Hey, Tess!
~ This is Jason.
~ Hi, nice to meet you.
~ Get yourself a drink.
~ OK.
~ They're all down there.
~ Do you know Dean?
~ You all right?
We were like cousins
when we were kids.
Long lost. I hardly
see you these days!
~ You're from the showroom, right?
~ That's right. How's the motor?
~ You happy?
~ It's OK.
Well, let me know when you want
an upgrade. Tell you what,
I'll swing you a deal, if you get us
into the VIP lounge at the Octane.
Right. Shall we?
1:14am, a mile from Honeywell's car.
Registered to Dean Fallon.
We've got a four hour window and
he happens to be near the scene?
It's not enough.
It's not on his way home from
the club, the gym, nothing.
We've checked every car
between 1:00 and 4:30am.
There's no-one else with anything
like Dean's previous.
If I arrest him on this,
we've got 24 hours.
We wanted this bastard.
He's good for this, sir.
Let's bring him in.
Hey!
~ I can't believe you made it!
~ I'm not a complete cripple.
~ Aw!
I wanted to come round when I heard,
but, you know, it's been quite a
time, what with Terry being away.
You know? Um, you
know Ben, don't you?
Sorry to hear about
the troubles, Tel.
~ Yeah, well, it's all over now.
~ Yeah.
So, do you want a drink, love?
No, it's all right, don't
worry, they'll come round.
So um, how's things?
It's got a name, Trish. We're managing
with the MS fine, thanks.
Might be going to Vienna
next month. Clinical trials.
Well, you know, anything
we can do. Money, anything.
~ You know that.
~ We'll manage.
You all right, Stan? You're
looking a bit sweaty.
Why don't you sit down, cool off?
I'm fine. Uh, shall
we get that drink?
See you later.
Terry? We got more guests.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa. What is this, Sullivan?
~ Hello, Dean.
~ Whoa, where are you taking my client?
Dean Fallon, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of involvement in the
murder of Sergeant Sam Honeywell.
~ I don't know what you're talking about!
~ Get him out of here.
You do not have to say anything,
however, it may harm your defence...
Oi, oi, oi! Will you talk to me,
please, officer? I'm his mother!
All right, Trish! Let
him deal with it.
Stick around, Terry. We'll
need to have a little chat.
Your boy's in a lot of trouble.
Tweezers?
~ Yeah.
~ Anything?
Just some exciting bits
of melted plastic. You?
Nikki found a hair on the body.
Er, we'll get DNA later
but it's probably female.
How do you know?
No split ends and too
much hair product.
Hydrogen peroxide, maybe.
That's hair dye to you.
Thanks. Anything else?
White powder on the victim's
hands, under his nails.
Limestone, quartz silica...
It's called concrete.
You'd think. If it wasn't
for the sodium bicarbonate.
Baking soda?
~ I'll come and give you a hand.
~ That would be lovely, but alas,
you're wanted elsewhere.
Sullivan's made an arrest.
~ Nikki's already on her way.
~ OK. Thanks.
Where you were last night, Dean?
No comment.
We can do this all day.
But your case could be harmed
if you don't give an explanation
at the first opportunity.
I was coming home from the Octane.
I had a good fight in the cage, went
for a quick drink, packed in around one.
Got home around two.
What took you so long?
Maybe I was pissed.
Did anyone see you?
No.
And you'll have to
take my word for it,
seeing as I think this
is all you've got.
~ So you've no alibi for this journey.
~ Yes, he has. Me.
My client was a little
worse for wear,
so I drove him home.
Problem is we've been here
before, haven't we, Dean?
I mean, let's face it, you've got serious anger
management issues when it comes to cops.
PC Wales was just doing his job,
he's only just returned to work.
~ You did this, remember?
~ Yeah.
I remember you was the one
who tried to get me for it.
My client was acquitted
of all charges.
I remember your bouncer made
a very handy confession.
We all know who did it.
Come on, Dean.
What's so important that
you'd kill a copper?
Your dad's got sidelines.
Stolen goods, fraud.
But word is though, you've started up
all on your own since he's been inside.
Whole different league.
Class As, Bs, whatever
you can get your hands on.
Was Honeywell onto you?
Things get out of control, Dean?
Oh...
Look, I'll tell you my theory, yeah.
Honeywell was in all the clubs,
mixing with the ruffians,
fancied himself as a player.
How do you think he
got his information?
Maybe he was playing both sides.
What do you think, Sarge?
Come on, you're a mate of his.
Think golden balls was bent?
Think that's what got him snuffed?
Or was he just an arsehole?
~ Right, that's you!
~ Whoa! Relax!
"DI Sullivan ending the interview."
What was that?!
In front of his brief!
For God's sake, Carl,
we do it by the book.
Every bloody page. Until
that bastard's in jail.
And we'll do it for Sam.
OK?
~ What is it?
~ You wanted us to swab the suspect.
My colleague and I will take an oral
sample and some swabs from your skin.
Ah, mate.
Does your colleague tell you
what he does in his spare time?
The type of places he goes to?
Open your mouth.
So...
you're a cop and a brawler.
Interesting. Man with a dark side.
Enjoy dishing it out?
The moment when your fist
goes in and he drops?
Or maybe, maybe you
like to take it? Yeah?
That's your bag, innit?
Like the punishment.
Hold out your right hand.
I didn't kill him.
~ Hey.
~ Hey!
~ Move away or you'll be restrained!
~ All right.
Come on.
All right. All right!
In the ring next time.
See if I'm right.
~ You OK?
~ Yeah.
Do you know that suspect?
I passed him in a corridor
at a fight, that's all.
~ And does he know anything about
you? Anything he can use?
~ No.
I don't want you near him again. OK?
I thought you'd given up.
Sam's mobile and the call logs from the
service provider. You wanted first look.
Are you up to it?
Why wouldn't I be?
I'm happy to do it.
I'll let you know what I find.
We can't have this happening now.
We raise that money, you'll be legit.
Four more days, you'll
be free from it all.
Just get him out of there.
Hello, Terry.
Kids.
You do your best for them
and look what they do.
Get carried away.
Run before they can walk.
End up killing a copper.
What do you want?
I heard you were planning
on going straight.
Mid-life crisis?
Or are you just fed
up of being inside?
We'll do this with my solicitor.
Yeah, we could.
Ben's a smart lad.
Kept HMRC from seizing your
assets while you were inside.
I was home last night, my
wife was there, talk to her.
We did.
You both had lasagne.
But Dean's been dealing
drugs in your club.
That's on your watch.
I don't know what you're
talking about.
He's a problem for you, Terry.
A problem kid.
And it wouldn't be hard for me to
make the drugs stick to you too.
What do you know about kids?
Personally, I wouldn't back Dean.
He's a thug.
But then, you are his dad.
Be ironic, wouldn't it?
Just when you decide to go straight,
your son puts you back inside.
No sign of a bullet in the car.
No bone or blood spatter.
We think he was killed elsewhere.
The car was then driven to the site
and torched to wipe any traces.
So we don't yet know
where he was killed.
What about Dean Fallon?
Additives in the petrol don't match
any found at the Fallon property,
no gunpowder residue on
Dean's skin or clothes,
ditto the white substance
we found on Honeywell.
Ben Osrin's prints were on the
driver's side of Dean's car,
not necessarily recent,
but they could've been.
So, Dean's alibi could
still stand up.
Regular downward lesions.
There were no shirt
fibres in the wounds,
~ suggesting they weren't
made through clothing.
~ So?
Haemostasis indicates that they were
made several hours BEFORE his death,
not when the major injuries
were sustained.
Peripenial swabs tested positive
for semen and vaginal fluid,
so Honeywell had sex, I'd
say sometime early evening.
His mobile received a call later at,
er, 9:15pm before
he was due on shift.
Pay phone in Brampton.
No witnesses, no prints.
So, who called him?
And where did they go?
Let's find the girl.
DNA from the hair found in his armpit
was the same as the vaginal fluid,
but no match on the database.
We're running more tests.
Meanwhile we've got nothing to
help us keep Dean Fallon in custody,
just CCTV and his previous.
At the moment, no.
Then we'd better find something
to link that call to young Fallon.
Otherwise I'll be releasing
him in the morning.
You overdid it this afternoon.
I'm fine. A bit too much
champagne, with pills.
Is that one of Dean's own boys?
You were great. I'm so proud of you.
Poor Trish. She's got
all the money she wants.
What's the point when you've got a
kid like Dean getting into trouble?
Hiya.
Dean's all over the news.
"Eye witnesses say Dean Fallon
"was arrested for murder
at the family home.
"Meanwhile, tributes continue to
pour in for Sergeant Honeywell.
"Police have said
that the 24-year-old
"was an outstanding young officer
"who would be greatly missed
by his colleagues."
Sam's phone log. Message transcripts.
Anything for us?
Just personal.
~ Bit early, isn't it?
~ All right.
He's not worth it.
Dean only thinks about himself.
Why are you trying to ruin it?
~ How am I ruining it? Seriously?
~ How's your boy?
Yeah, well, you shouldn't worry.
Dean's too smart, right?
Dean loves me.
~ It's your Jason's the wrong 'un.
~ You open for business?
~ What do you mean?
~ Wake up to yourself.
He's not a car salesman.
He's at it.
Dean says.
~ So you believe everything he says now?
~ Good man.
~ I'm just saying. I'm just saying.
Tess.
Well, looks like we're off.
Come down the showroom, yeah?
Take something for a spin.
Stay on, one sec.
You know the sample from
Sam Honeywell's body?
Yeah, yeah, the girlfriend we didn't
know about. We're already on it.
Yeah, well, um, we had enough
sample to run ancillary tests
"and the spectrometry showed much higher
than normal chlorine content."
"The kind they use
in swimming pools."
So I'd say the girlfriend
is a regular swimmer.
"Daily, probably."
Hello. Are you still there?
Don't tell anyone else, please.
Do you know her well?
Thought I did.
Not seen you before, Nikki.
You new?
A pathologist.
Are you still teaching the kids
at the swimming baths, Kate?
Yeah. Why?
I'm here to take a DNA swab from you.
To confirm a match with hair strands
found on the body of Sam Honeywell.
When did you last see him, Kate?
Keeping your relationship with Sam
from my investigation is serious.
But nobody's judging anyone.
Could be things you can tell us.
Things you don't even
think important.
Details about Sam's last day.
Details that might help
us catch whoever did this.
You haven't arrested him, have you?
Kate?
I've got to get the boys.
Johnny's got pre-school,
I can collect him later.
Katie, what's the matter?
Did you arrest Carl?
Tell me he's arrested!
Did you get his gun?
I can explain this, skipper.
Make this part easy.
Do that for me.
Do you consent to a
forensic examination?
OK, this is a test
for gunshot residue.
Right-handed.
The gunpowder will be on this hand.
I said I can explain.
How long, Kate?
Six months.
Been bubbling under for years.
I loved Carl once.
Sam was different.
He had a way to him.
Just talking made you feel special.
Sam came over one afternoon
out of the blue.
He knew Carl was on shift.
After that, didn't
matter where I was.
What I was doing.
And Carl found out.
Have I shocked you, Jim?
I'm sorry.
You do pride yourself
in knowing your boys.
What happened Friday?
Carl found out last week.
Read some texts.
I know he confronted
Sam the day he died.
I left the boys with the sitter...
.. met Sam at his flat.
He said...
.. Carl had to know we were serious.
And things would explode.
He loved me.
We phoned for a pizza.
Sam got a call.
He wouldn't say who.
I thought it was Carl.
Sam left straight away.
Carl swore he didn't do it.
Swore on our boys' lives.
Keep him away from us.
Please.
Hey.
The sample we took from Parry's
hand tests positive for gunpowder.
It sounds strange, but...
that night, did you and
Sam eat that pizza?
Any chance the gunpowder was
passive? Third party contact?
There was high concentration
of both propellant and primer.
Pretty much what you'd expect from
discharging a gun in the last 48 hours.
Can you get a match?
Any residue from Honeywell
combusted. We need the bullet.
For that you need a murder scene.
See you out there, killer.
I'm sorry.
We had no choice.
On the left
are the log and transcripts from
Sergeant Honeywell's mobile.
You submitted them to
DI Sullivan yourself.
These are your call logs,
as compiled by DI Nolan,
direct from the service provider
since you were detained.
Can I see my wife? Please?
It shows you failed to log four
calls and deleted two messages,
both from your wife. Why, Sergeant?
Please let me see her.
"Not there, babe?"
"Mmm, you on lates? I know
a girl who'll stay up."
"All night, if she's in the mood."
"Call, babe."
"Carl's broke into my phone,
he read stuff. He went mental.
"Please call, sweetheart,
I'm really worried."
On detainment, a GSR test indicated
you recently discharged a firearm.
Does she say I did it?
This was recovered from your house.
My best mate.
I loved him.
Your wife says you purchased it
from an antiques fair in France.
Your honeymoon?
It doesn't work. It never worked.
With modified ammunition
it works perfectly well.
Easy, if you know what you're doing.
And you do, Carl, don't you?
You joined a gun club
three years ago, Carl.
Kate says you go regularly.
We can stop this now if you want.
Talk to us, Carl.
We had a fight.
Me and Sam.
Tell us about that night.
The gun.
I knew he was with her.
And I didn't trust
myself to go round,
so I went to the range instead
and shot a few rounds off.
~ Is that what you do when you're angry?
~ I use the club guns.
I went to the range and then I drove.
Where, Carl?
All over.
Trying to get my head straight.
You know I never killed him.
You come home from work.
You're not expecting the baby-sitter,
you're expecting your wife.
You're still angry after the fight.
You know she's with him.
You make a phone call.
Look, you weren't planning
anything. It just boiled up.
~ Must have been out of
your mind, pouring that...
~ Katie! Katie! Katie!
I'm sorry, Katie! I'm sorry.
Katie, I'm sorry,
Katie! It wasn't me!
Oi.
~ You all right?
~ Yeah, piece of piss.
Yeah, it's a doddle, innit?
They think they make it hard
on you, but you just shut down.
Years go by,
you don't even feel them,
you're not even there.
Is that what YOU want?
~ Is it what YOU wanted?
~ I'd give anything to get that time back.
Bit late, Dad.
Well, you going to tell him?
No more dealing in the club.
No more taking liberties.
And next time this happens,
you're on your own.
Your idea?
This place is clean from now on.
We don't want the cops
anywhere near us.
~ Who's we?
~ Oh, here we go.
~ It's none of your business.
~ Your father's businesses are my business.
~ Tell him, Terry or...
~ Enough, Ben.
He understands.
Parry denies everything.
Help if we actually had
a murder scene, of course.
How old-fashioned of you.
On that front, the white substance
under Honeywell's fingernails,
we can now add bentonite to
its thrilling ingredients.
Why would you add an
absorbent to concrete?
Reservoir liners,
motorways, driveways.
~ I'm really narrowing it down here.
~ Brilliant.
~ One weird thing.
~ Mm-hm.
The melted gloop on the back
of this thing was once Velcro.
~ To stick it to the dashboard?
~ Mmm, I wondered that.
Nothing like that on
the SOC photos though.
I'll check Honeywell's car again.
Urgh.
I was going to suggest lunch.
Honeywell ordered a pizza that night.
Kate Parry says he left
without eating it.
And you've found what? Salad?
Fish?
~ Must have had that later. Somewhere else.
~ With his mystery caller?
Long shot, but this
might tell us where.
Anything?
Bentonite is widely used
for landfill sites
and drainage channels.
It's the lead that keeps on giving.
Yeah, that really narrows it down.
We know what his last meal was. The
salad wasn't salad, it's sea kale.
Very on trend.
Too sophisticated.
I'm just wondering how this helps.
Sea kale is fashionable with foodies.
~ Now that is really, really super work.
~ Now wait.
~ It's a specialty of the Essex marshes.
One estuary in particular. Can you guess?
~ No.
Near the phone box where
Honeywell was called from.
It's not bad.
The dead uniform, Honeywell.
How worried should I be?
Yeah. That wasn't good.
Not if you know anything
about it, no.
~ Do you?
~ No.
Look, no-one's looking at me.
It doesn't affect anything.
What about the girl?
She just helps me get close.
Let me see some results. If
you can't deliver, you're out.
Look, just be patient, all right?
Few more days. Be worth the wait.
~ Hi.
~ Hi.
I, er...
just wondered if you
had anything for me.
Well, we're hoping to trace
the location of his last meal.
Should have something first thing.
But you knew that.
Yes.
Yes, I did.
Are you all right?
I don't know what I'm
doing here, do I?
Had to get out of the station,
couldn't go home.
If this were my office, this is where
I'd break out the cheap Scotch.
~ Sorry.
~ Thought not.
Unless you're up for some
breaking and entering.
Single malt.
He likes to impress. Lucky for us.
Must be pretty awful over there.
It's unbearable.
Couldn't they give this to someone,
I don't know, less involved?
You think I'm a masochist.
No, I just...
I think that sometimes the
job can matter too much.
Real life happens outside it too.
How's that working for you?
I um...
.. I was at Sam Honeywell's
passing out at Hendon.
Big day, he had no family so I...
.. we went for a drink...
quiet little pub.
Talked for a couple of hours.
Football, mostly.
When we, er...
when we parted, he, er,
he called me back...
.. said he'd forgotten to thank
me properly for coming.
Watching him strut away,
head in the air, I felt...
.. suddenly,
ridiculously...
.. what it was like to be his parent.
(And I'd have hated to...)
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to come here
and bleed all over you.
Blood's part of my job.
Careful. That's
20-year-old cask Scotch.
It's delicious.
So, er...
didn't want to use
Nikki for this one?
People would talk.
And no doubt there's some
muscly boyfriend who'd mind.
What, me?
You must be joking!
So, who's the lucky man?
Well, you're the detective.
If you find out, let me know.
We're on.
Excuse me. You serve sea kale?
Yeah, on the sea shore, but
we're not open till 12.
Mind if I take a sample?
Mrs Carter? Chief Inspector Sullivan.
Is it picked locally?
It's all legal, if
that's what you mean.
Do you remember serving this man?
Two nights ago.
White shirt, dark trousers. He
might have been with someone else.
Yeah, they had the whitebait.
The other was a copper,
he had his uniform on.
What did he look like?
I didn't really notice.
They talked, this fella paid up and
they drove off in separate cars.
Is this who he met?
I dunno.
Do you have CCTV?
We don't keep money here
overnight, just fish.
Jack.
What are the constituents
of cat litter?
If you want company,
try goldfish.
Less mess.
Hold... on.
A limestone aggregate -
'clay silicates, specifically...
.. sodium bentonite. Clever boy.
I need somewhere where this
stuff is handled in bulk.
Try Jenkins' Pet Supplies.
Wholesalers on Dockton Lane.
Looks like they went bust
over a year ago now.
I'll call you back.
We might have the place where
Honeywell was murdered.
What are you doing here?
~ Jason's meeting me here in five.
~ That's nice, innit.
Come and have a drink, eh?
Or do you want a tickle?
Come on. What do you think I meant?
Boys!
Tess was my first bird.
13. Back of the Anchor.
~ She used to fancy the shit out of me.
~ Dean, don't.
Come on. It's only Chloe and the
boys. We could have a fivesome!
Piss off, Dean.
Come here. I thought you was giving
it out to everyone these days.
Leave it, Dean. Dean!
Dean, get off me!
What you doing, Dean?
Just mucking about, mate.
I was waiting for you, actually.
What are you doing here
all the time, Jase?
Why all the interest?
I mean, you came here
a year ago, yeah?
A month ago you sell me a car.
Then you start go out with little
Tessie, buying my charlie.
Nunn says you're asking
a lot of questions.
Do you love me, Jase?
Is that what this is?
Do you fancy me?
Dean! Dean!
Dean, stop!
Stop it! Jase...!
I really wouldn't do
that if I was you, Dean.
No? Why? Who wants to
know my business, mate.
You got me wrong. I'll
stay out of your way, OK?
Yeah, right. You will,
cos otherwise...
Pow.
Tess. Tess, hey.
~ You OK?
~ Is he right? Are you using me?
Oh, for God's sake, Tess. That's
what he wants you to think.
~ Just tell me.
~ Do you know what?
Screw this, all right.
Let's not do tonight.
I'll see you around.
~ Hi. Can I come in?
~ Yeah, course.
I'm sorry about the
way the party ended.
I wanted to have a proper chat.
About your Dean? All over the news.
They had nothing on him.
They just wanted someone
fast after that poor copper.
They've always had it in for Dean.
Oh, June...
We were such good friends.
We raised our kids together.
What happened?
Different paths. Different men.
Yeah.
Look at us now.
Look at me.
You've got Stan.
And Tess. She's a wonderful girl.
~ Yes. She is.
~ Yeah.
She's grown into a real beauty.
She's got a boyfriend now...
Well? What do we think?
He's 27.
I see. And does he have a good job?
He's a car salesman.
Well, it can't be all bad.
Tess? Want to say hello.
Hello, sweetheart. How are ya?
Hi, Trish.
~ Glad we had a chat.
~ Yeah.
She don't know nothing about Simons.
Tess ain't told her much.
Don't you ever ask
me to do that again.
OK. Foot prints...
Two, maybe three men.
A lot of activity.
What kind of activity?
He was bleeding.
Somebody knelt.
Knees here.
Toes of the shoes digging in there.
Honeywell was six foot.
Kneeling...
his head's about here.
Say the shooter was average height.
So the gun would be
just about... here.
Jack...
We get the picture.
Blood spatter from the head wound
here. Someone's tried to cover it.
And there she is.
The bullet that killed
Sam Honeywell - . 44.
And the bullet I test-fired
from the vintage Smith and
Wesson owned by Carl Parry.
Same calibre, striations don't match.
Plus, Parry's gun uses
a black powder cartridge.
Composition markedly different
to a modern, smokeless gunpowder.
And the gunshot residue that we found
on Parry wasn't black powder.
It was smokeless.
You mean he couldn't have pulled
the trigger on Sam. Full stop.
Unless he was wearing a forensic
suit, or scuba gear, when he did it.
Otherwise the barium, calcium and silicon
from the cartridge would show up. It didn't.
So he used a different
gun? One from his club?
They don't keep anything
in this calibre.
And they've confirmed Carl
visited them that afternoon.
Practically an alibi, time-wise.
Parry stays in custody for now.
We'll let the CPS review tomorrow.
Thought he'd be happy. Means your
boy's probably off the hook.
Yeah, well, it probably means
we still don't have our killer.
Anyway, good work, everyone.
Thank you.
Hey.
You coming over?
Do you want me to?
I'm sorry about earlier...
I was out of order.
Do you love me?
I'm into you Tess, you know that.
If you want to listen
to Dean, good luck.
Look, why don't you come
over the flat. Yeah?
'It'll be just us.'
OK.
All right, see you in a bit.
Bye.
Lyell Day Centre for the Clinically
Insane - Nurse Mullery speaking.
'Velcro. IPod.'
Monkey nuts. Scissors.
I like this game.
Why would anyone Velcro their
iPod inside the passenger seat?
Don't worry, I'm LOOKING intrigued.
'When is a door
'not a door...?'
~ Clarissa, come on.
~ It's not an iPod. Is it?
'.. worst flood situation Chertsey
has seen since March 19...'
I'm off.
'Wow, I mean, this is
Surrey. Knee deep...'
Blink and you'd miss it.
~ This little baby...
~ Voice-activated digital recorder.
Completely fried, unfortunately.
~ Honeywell bugged his own car.
~ Possibly, or maybe...
Someone else put it there.
Excuse me. Someone with
time and access and...
Let's see.
Honeywell bought his
car just two months ago.
Dealer was Hyden Autosales
managed by one Jason Simons...
And he is...
One very bad boy.
Juvenile violence.
Known organiser of football firms,
charged with two racist attacks.
Flogged fake MOTs and cut
up cars for a few years.
Recent links to suspected Essex
drug ring. Piece of work.
So, what, Simons was afraid
that Honeywell was onto them?
Or it's a wild goose chase.
Where are you off to?
Home. Good luck.
Is it coke?
Not coke.
It could be heroin?
Makes no sense. Dad's
not a drug dealer.
Well, maybe he got dragged
into something.
Maybe he's holding it for someone?
Got his arm twisted, owes a favour.
He doesn't know people like that.
Well,
one thing's for sure...
whoever gave it him, they're
not going to want it here.
Or your dad's in trouble.
Well, I'll take it back, then.
No, no, no. Look, I'll
take it. You stay here.
You don't know where it was.
I know. But you can't take it.
What if you got followed?
Listen to me.
We don't know what's
going on here, do we?
So we need to be really,
really careful.
I'll take this, and I'll
see you outside your house.
All right? That's the safest.
Let me do this for you, Tess.
It's me. It's over.
I need help.
'Jack.'
Nolan. I'm outside.
How far away are you?
'Ten minutes or so,
just hit some traffic.
OK. Bye.
Hey! Hey!
Hang on a minute!
Shit...!
I've got better at home.
Much better.
'Hi, it's Jase. You know what to do.'
Jason, where are you?
Just call me back. Bye.
I told you... I'm Jason Simons.
I'm a used-car salesman.
Powder blown into the wound.
Almost certainly a contact shot.
This is bollocks. I didn't
kill Jason Simons.
He's a liability, Terry.
Just keep him out of trouble.
Tess's boyfriend's been killed!
The one you came round to ask me
about. The one who knew your Dean.
ID theft like this...
That's a sophisticated move.
The police are so close.
So you're going to
get him out of this,
or I'll tell them everything I know.
Yeah. What's that, then?
Parry's here.
Come on. You and me.
It was always on.
I'm not going to fight you.
It stops. You understand?