Silent Witness (1996–…): Season 9, Episode 3 - Choices: Part 1 - full transcript
The team investigates deaths and injuries resulting from a drive by shooting outside a club. The forensics team determines that the bullets were home-made and it would appear that someone in the crowd returned fire. The police want to solve this quickly before it escalates into a gang war. Curiously, the bullets fired by both sides were made using the same equipment. Nikki attempts to determine the cause of death for a badly decomposed body found in a crack house.Leo continues to have difficulties dealing with the recent death of his wife and daughter.
Anybody seen Marcus?
No. Not yet.
Seen Marcus? No, I haven't seen him.
OK, we need to open up.
Are you sure you like it? Love it.
Oh, it's exactly what I wanted.
Long as you're happy, sweetheart.
How does it look now?
Hang on! There's Simone!
Bye. A kiss?
Love you. I love you too.
Gorgeous.
Simone!
That's our man right there.
So what have we got?
I was told possible mass fatalities.
Machine gun attack.
Two dead. Half a dozen injured.
Could have been worse. 20 witnesses,
none of whom saw anything.
Don't help themselves, do they?
Ainsley...
You're going to be all right, babe.
Ainsley, look, I'm sorry,
I tried to get here. Not now, Marcus.
Listen. I want the two of you
to get out there and find them.
I want to know who done
this to Helen and to my club!
Ainsley, come on!
First one here. Head wound.
Leo? ..Excuse me.
'l wish I was with you both#
Have you found any ID on him yet?
Not yet.
Shot in the back. Any exit wound?
I'll see when I do the PM.
Keep the injured away
from the bodies, please!
Can you bag up that paramedic's kit,
take it over to Tech?
Rachel Tarling.
ID from the local FE college. She
barely looks old enough to be out.
What a mess. What happened?
Did somebody diss somebody
or glance at their girlfriend
so they had to pull a gun, or what?
This is about money.
Control of the night clubs.
Which dealers get in, which don't.
Well, hardly looks worth the trouble,
does it? Couple of
hundred punters five nights a week.
700 per cent of them scoring drugs
at least once. Work it out.
This is a turf war, Harry.
What did the doctor say?
Helen's got a bullet
next to her heart.
Is she going to be all right?
She's stable.
What's going on? Who's done this?
Tery and Marcus are out looking.
And then what are you gonna do?
See you at the mortuary then, huh?
Yeah. I'll probably be able to...
DS Ferguson!
Hello. We warned the police about
this months ago. Told them something
like this was going to happen
and what did you do? Nothing.
Ms Sutherland, I'm doing
everything in my power to arrest
the people responsible, and if...
What're you looking at? I'm not
looking at anything. People are dead.
Don't you care? If you want to make
a complaint, I would talk to a police
officer or I would talk to Dl...
Don't show your hands. Maybe now you
can see why people are scared to
come out of their flats at night!
This happens! The police are doing
the best they can but it's not what
I do. Oh, and what is that exactly?
I just clean up. Sorry.
I'm not a policeman.
We have the body of a black male,
I estimate in his twenties.
So far unidentified.
No sign of injury to the front.
Can you turn him over, please?
There is an apparent gunshot entry
wound in the left temporal region.
And an apparently corresponding
Large exit wound
in the right temporal region.
There is associated
palpable fracturing
of the vault of the skull.
There is an injury just
below the right shoulder blade.
1 30 centimetres
from the right heel...
Four centimetres to the right
of the midlines,
consistent
with a gunshot entry wound.
I'd guess the spine was
shattered around the tenth vertebra.
Leo. PMs under way?
Yeah, I'll... I'll take you through.
Have you managed to track down next
of kin? Yes. Rachel Tarling's
parents thought she was babysitting.
They're on their way over here. Is
she cleaned up? Because they want to
view the body. I couldn't stop them.
Why would you want to stop them?
They've come to see their daughter!
Yeah...
Leo, I'm sorry. I should've thought.
Cause of death, 1 A gunshot
wound to the head. Thanks.
What have you got, Harry?
The bullet's lodged in
the front of the spine.
It's actually ended up rather lower
than the enty wound would suggest.
It's lodged in the second
Iumbar vertebra. Damaged the aorta.
Inch either side, it would have
gone straight through and then
he'd probably have survived.
But...
c'est la vie.
Almost got it.
Here.
Nicely preserved. Commercially
produced full metal jacket 9mm
bullet, but it was home-assembled.
See the circular
marking around the tip?
What's caused that...is this.
It's part of a tool
called a gripping die.
It's essentially a bullet maker.
Now, the component parts of the
bullet - the cartridge, the powder,
the primer and the shell -
they're all legally available
on the internet.
It only becomes illegal
when you assemble them all together,
using the gripping die.
Now, evey die is unique.
And if, as in this case,
there's a fault in this part,
now that's like a calling card.
Well, we'll get it sent over to
the lab. I've just come from the
lab, that's why I'm here.
sorry. OK. 29 cartridges have
been found at the scene.
Heavy fire.
But we shouldn't presume too much
from the spread pattern - they might
have been knocked all over the place
before the area was sealed off so,
David, can you get your team over
there first thing in the morning?
I want to know if this was
a random attack or if there
was a specific target.
Are you a detective?
Huh? Are you a detective?
No, not quite. I'm a pathologist.
Well, what's one of them?
It's like a doctor but
all my patients are dead.
What's the point in that? To try
and find out how they died. Do you
know what sort of gun it was?
None of your bloody business!
I heard it was a machine gun.
Really? What else have you heard?
Nothing. My mum comes here sometimes
to the club. If your mum does hear
something she should tell the police.
Well, she might not really want
to call. Why not? Well, just cos,
like...
Oh, right, OK. What's your name?
Harry. What's yours?
Wayne. Wayne. OK, Wayne.
If your mum does hear something,
will you ask her to call
me on that number?
Forensic pathologist. Yes.
Cool. What's your mum's name?
Brenda Devlin.
And you will ask her, yeah?
Dunno. I might do.
All right, Wayne. Nice to meet you.
Yeah. Pathologist.
What have you got? Car abandoned.
Stolen yesterday afternoon,
matches the description of
the car outside the club.
Looking like a drive-by shooting.
And the cavalry? That's why you're
here, there's blood on the seats.
We're checking all the units
to see if anyone from the
car is injured and hiding.
We're clear. Take a look at
the blood and tell me if anyone
from the car is badly wounded.
Oi!
What are you doing in here? l
brought you here to look at the car.
It's a drugs den. Or it was. Long
gone by the looks of things.
Junkies smell. They all do. Look,
there ain't nothing here for us!
Why'd you have to go grubbing
around this shit hole for?
Because it's a dead body. You know
who's going to be stuck
with this don't you? Me.
The Armageddon of all street wars is
about to break out, and I'm going
stuck with a frigging dead junkie!
We don't know it's a drug death yet.
Yes, I do. I've seen more of these
than you've had hot dinners, love!
You think we should just leave it
here? No. We should catch a gunman,
solve a double bloody murder!
Now, please take a look at the car.
What about the body? Well, it ain't
going an_here, is it?
Well, what do you think?
I don't think the amount of blood
here alone is enough to incapacitate
someone. But what caused the injury?
What does that look like to you?
OK, thanks. ..Harry!
They've found a bullet in the
abandoned car. Embedded in a seat.
Right.
May?
Looks fresh. Mmm.
It's too clean to be a ricochet.
And it can't have come from the car.
Someone fired back.
50, yeah? Yeah. Where is it?
Cheers. See you later.
Bruv. Yeah...
So what you heard?
Machine gun.
Blew away half the crowd. Awesome.
What else?
I went up the club to have a look,
but the police and everything, it's
taped off. You can't see nothing.
You hear anything more,
you let me know, yeah? Yeah.
BASS POUNDS
Is that T-Boy?
Yeah.
Take care, yeah? Yeah.
How you going, rude boy? Cool.
What, we no done here?
Yeah. So what you wait for?
Cool and that, man.
So, what do you think? She OD'd,
she crawled in there? Maybe.
It was cold -
she was tying to keep warm.
Well, if she was tying to keep
warm, why would the
blanket be underneath her?
Look at how the body's positioned.
You don't rest like that. Smackhead,
she was out of it, she collapsed.
And what, then she pulled
the hardboard lid down on top
of herself? This is taking forever.
I just want to wrap it up.
Choo, choo, choo choo, ah!
DOORKNOCKER CLACKS
Choo choo. Open up.
There's a good girl. All right?
I'm back.
You all right? There's a good girl.
Do you want the spoon?
There you go.
Did you get them?
Yeah. Well done.
BABY GURGLES
Oh! different sort. From the
same bloke? Yeah. All right then.
Mum. I wish you wouldn't.
Oh, don't start.
If it's the worst thing I can do -
I don't think
you should go complaining.
But you said you'd stop.
When I get straight I said.
But you never do.
It's not easy for me, Wayne.
What with Gemma and everything.
Oh, you lovely girl!
I'll cut down.
Promise. OK?
Don't really feel anything,
most of the time.
It's like I'm on autopilot,
just going through the motions.
How do you feel about
the fact you feel like that?
I feel I should at least be upset.
I'm not even crying. Have you cried?
Back when it happened.
Not lately? No, not for
a couple of months, maybe three.
I should be crying, shouldn't l?
How do other people react?
What you're feeling
is absolutely normal.
You may find yourself crying in the
future and that'll be normal too.
I don't care about
the work I'm doing.
It's pointless.
I don't really care about anything.
I feel...
I feel like one of the bodies
in the mortuary fridges.
This diagram indicates where people
were standing, as far as we can
tell from their witness statements.
Now, the bullet recovered
from the door frame,
and the other from the gunman's car,
both suggest that someone
standing over here...
by the entrance to the club,
fired off at least two shots...
..back at the car.
Who would that have been? Their
target. The bouncer. Tery Bannard.
Why would they shoot at him?
Because he controls the door.
The bouncers decide who gets in and
who stays out. Meaning drug dealers.
Exactly. Well, hang on.
Wait until Harry and I have finished
the full ballistics report before
we can confirm this.
Then we should test
his hands and clothes for FDRs.
Right, Mr Modest.
Look, she, she don't look too good.
I'm afraid the situation's worsened.
There's active bleeding internally
which we're still tying to assess.
Meaning? Until the situation
stabilizes we'd rather not remove
the bullet unless...we have to.
Look, I want her out of here! l
want, I want, I want to go private.
I don't care how much it costs.
She's too ill to be moved.
Look, this is the best place for her.
You better make sure she's
all right! Do you hear me?!
Ainsley. How is she? Worse.
We're all thinking of her.
Why don't you come over to the
centre? We can talk about all this.
Talking ain't gonna help.
Ainsley, have you been to the police?
What for?
You think I know who it was?
Frankly, yes. Nobody fires a machine
gun at a nightclub without a reason.
The estate is tearing itself apart -
we need to put a stop to all this.
Oh, so it's my fault, is it? Huh?
I didn't do this.
I didn't ask to be shot up.
But you were.
There were kids who died. You
need to take some responsibility.
I don't have time for this,
I got a club to run.
I wondered where you'd got to.
Do you want a drink?
There's some cold in the fridge.
Help yourself.
You know where everything is.
Cheers, Chris. Did you hear
about last night?
The shooting. Outside the club.
Yeah. Geezer in a car with a machine
gun hit a load of them in the queue.
Bit of a dodgy place, is it?
Well, my mum goes there sometimes.
She reckons it's all right.
She should know better. Perhaps
you should have a talk to her.
Oh, I got your gear for you.
Oh, well done, mate.
There you go. Keep the change.
You sure?
Course. I'd be stuck without you.
Cheers, Chris.
..Thursday, and have to get Regis
for the weekend
because Liam's giving it some chat
about he can't, can't do it
or whatever.
Your boss about? Who wants him?
Got some information for him.
Who is he? Don't know. Seen him
around. Don't know if he's cool.
So, what do you know? There's a guy
who wants to do business with you.
What kind of business? Stop your
place from getting shot up.
And in return?
He looks after the door.
This guy you chat about,
him have a name? Not yet.
So how I go get hold of him?
You give me a call.
I'll give him the message.
I feel macho already.
The MAC 10.
Street name - the Big Mac.
It's loaded.
It's heavy. Yeah. It's popular
with gangs and illegal armourers.
sorry. Who specialize in reactivating
quick firing sub-machine guns.
How do you define quick firing?
30 rounds, in three seconds.
30 rounds in three seconds? Yeah.
Is it accurate? See for yourself.
I want you to try and hit that door.
No practice. No tuition.
Just like the villains.
See how you do.
It's a one-handed weapon.
OK, in your own time! Go on.
Accuracy's not a priority, is it?
Listen, mate, the purpose of this
weapon is to cause maximum fear
and damage in the minimum time.
End of story.
Can I have another go?
This is a decomposed, partially
mummified body of a female.
My initial assessment is that
this is a young adult.
Height estimated, 1 75 centimetres.
The hair has survived well.
Looks brown,
but we'll test to see if it's dyed.
No external signs of wounds or
injuries, probably under-nourished.
We'll do a full drugs screen.
I wonder what that'll tell us(!)
Do you have a problem?
What? I said, do you have a problem?
Personally, no. Professionally she's
keeping me from more important work.
Well, surely
every life is important.
No. Some are more important than
others. That's the real world.
Is that what you believe?
It's the way it is. Says who?
Everyone but you. Unless she turns
out to be a politician or celebrity.
If you're not happy, maybe
you shouldn't be on this case. Ask
Ferguson to assign another officer.
Get him to open another box of
detectives. Oh, you're unbelievable.
You people really have no idea!
What do you mean, ''us people''?
Nikki, that is enough!
Just get back to work, will you?
I'm telling you they won't stop.
You've got to make a stand. You're
a first class idiot, Tery!
You saw what they did, they nearly
killed you. We know the man who can
fix us up with some firepower.
There's a couple of blokes who'll
back us up. Look, do the deal,
Ainsley, so they have the door.
At least we're in
business and we're alive.
I don't want to go head to head
with these guys, you hear me?
Maybe you should get out right now.
Hang on!
If this is about what just happened,
I'm sorry but you were running
around the room waving a scalpel!
I was about to make an incision.
Yelling at your SIO.
I was challenging his attitude.
He has no empathy with the victim.
Why would he? He's right! You
shouldn't get emotionally involved.
This is ridiculous, this has nothing
to do with what happened there.
I am tying to run a department!
Yeah, well, not like
you used to run it.
Well, maybe things should be
different, maybe you should be
a bit more professional,
instead of mouthing off
like some silly schoolgirl.
'l lost my temper with one
of my colleagues this morning#
It's like they're always
feeling sorry for me.
They can't treat me like me,
you know, it makes me so angry.
Do you feel surprised that you
felt angry and lost your temper?
I think I was right to lose
my temper. I'll do it again
if they carry on like that.
And you think it's their behaviour
that's caused the problems? Yes. Are
you absolutely sure about that?
Yes.
Yes, I am.
Well...
I'm not pretending
that I'm the same.
Have you noticed any inherence
in your levels of concentration?
Possibly.
Sometimes people find
that they do daft things.
They leave the cooker on or they
forget to lock the front door.
There's emotional arousal inside the
brain that stops the cortex, which
is the thinking part of the brain.
I'm sorry, of course
you know all this.
But it stops it from working
as well as it would, and it's
absolutely normal. It's inevitable.
But it's the stupid things that
other people are doing that make
me angry. And if they stop,
it'd make your life a lot easier.
Well, obviously. Are you doing
any stupid things, do you think?
Well, my colleagues would
say that I was possibly, but
that's not the point, is it?
Isn't it?
Charles Bronson returns.
You all right? I'm fine.
No, you're not. What is it?
Connelly?
No, it's not Connelly.
I just don't think Leo's dealing
with things very well.
No.
He's got a lot to deal with, so l
think we'll have to tread carefully
around him and cope with it.
I can cope with extra work but not
being shouted at and told that
I'm completely incapable of my job!
Leo shouted at you? He completely
humiliated me in front of Connelly!
Oh, God.
Right, we'll talk to him.
An_ay, how was firing your gun?
Fun.
Hello, mate. Hi.
Hiya. Hi. So what's happening
with our mystery girl?
I retrieved enough soft tissue
from her liver for testing.
She's positive for morphines,
consistent with the use of street
heroin. So, how do we identify her?
It's possible her DNA
is on the national database,
but that'll take two weeks.
Her hands are too decomposed to
fingerprint. No discernable tattoos
or distinguishing features.
Except for the gap in her teeth.
That's quite distinctive. Yeah,
right. As if we're going to find her
dentist. There might be another way.
You've got a visitor.
What, Marcus?
Modest. Doesn't know which way
to jump.
Either way there's gonna be
some serious arms out. Boom!
What's the problem? Tery Bannard.
If my man could shoot straight
Bannard wouldn't even be a problem,
you get me? Oh.
What you say, boy?
Nothing. Me and Keith are just having
this little tigs. No. Here.
Now.
Now, on the floor.
What?!
Now, tell me again. Well,
I was just saying to Keith it's such
a shame how you missed Bannard.
Sit down, the boy!
You was my man 'pon the inside. Me
want things for run nice and smooth,
you understand.
You are the manager. You
can sack Tery Bannard if you want.
Modest won't go for that.
Him and Tery go back, way back.
It no matter. If Modest decide he
want for play with we, just tell me.
If not, we go back in there
and blow the whole crowd away.
Let all the brothers know so
we mean business. It's all down
to you...blood.
..This is the computer model based
on the full ballistics report
and every other factor we have,
and we're 800/o sure? 90.
950/o sure it works.
Watch. The car comes in.
Gunman in the car starts firing.
This is where Tarling and Preston
are killed and all the various other
gunshot injuries in the queue
are sustained. sorry I'm late.
I thought we were starting
at five o'clock.
This is where it gets interesting -
when someone fires back.
Look at the blue lines.
So the person who fires back
wasn't on the door.
No. It was this person.
..So, what are you saying?
She IS going to be all right?
Well, we'll operate tonight.
You have to understand there
is a significant degree of risk
with this type of heart surgery.
I'm afraid you can't use that in
here. Mr Modest... Just take
your hand off me!
All right. Calm down.
Just take it outside, please. Yeah?
Yeah? Ainsley, the cops
have been here looking for you.
They'll probably be looking for you
there. Tery, pick up them shooters,
yeah, and get your guys in.
The cops have got nothing on me,
and when I'm out we'll take care
of things. OK? You got it.
Mr Modest?
That's you, ain't it?
A long time ago.
Who's the bloke with you?
He was my best mate. He was with us
in the desert when we got shot up.
He didn't make it. Is that when
you smashed your legs up? Yeah.
Billy always was the lucky one.
No.
No... No... No.
No. No.
Hang on, go back.
Move.
Bingo.
Well done, Miss Marple.
You're Lisa's stepfather? Yeah.
Suse and I married when
Lisa was about 13, I suppose.
She's dead then?
What happened?
We can't really be certain. Heroin?
We found traces of it, yes.
You knew she was a user? A user...!
I found this. Is it any use?
Thank you, it will help us
to identify her formally.
You sure it's her?
We're pretty certain, yes.
When did you last see Lisa? Well...
Roughly? On her birthday last year.
She'd asked us for money but I said
no, and then I caught her stealing
Suse's mum's jewelry,
it wasn't like it was worth
anything, just sentimental value.
Please, Geom. The final straw, she
had to go. I did everything I could.
We wanted to help her.
Waste of time. So you told her to
Leave? You try living with a junkie!
Please, Geom!
The lying, the abuse, the thieving!
She destroyed everything around her.
You've no idea what it was like.
Tell us who her friends were.
Forwarding addresses, anything?
There's only Emma. Emma Gardner.
You OK? Mmm.
Got everything you need?
Come on, Wayne. What's the matter?
Babysitting's just,
you know, boring.
Make a change for you,
instead of tearing around
all over the place all the time.
Is Gemma asleep? Yeah. Settled.
Just make sure you look in
on her every half hour or so.
You going to be bringing
anyone back this time?
Only if he's...really fit.
Give us a kiss.
See you later.
We've got Modest in custody.
Can you charge him? No.
We can hold him for 24 hours but the
CPS aren't happy to proceed unless
we can produce the murder weapon.
Well, have a look at this.
On the left - a bullet fired from
the sub-machine gun from the car.
On the right a bullet fired back,
we think by Modest. Now, you remember
those marks that are left
on each bullet by the gripping die?
Mm-hm. Have a look at
that mark on this bullet.
Ballistics have established that
they're identical and that every
single bullet found at the scene
has this identical mark, which means
they were assembled by the same tool.
Which means two different gangs,
and two different guns...
but only one workshop.
Well, well.
Your friendly neighbourhood
armourer supplying both sides.
BABY GRIZZLES
Hey. There you go, Gemma.
Play with your little toys.
Wayne'll go and make you a bottle.
Back in a minute.
..Gonna fight. He's told me
to make the arrangements.
Don't be an idiot, Tery! Think
about it, it's crazy. I've made the
calls. Got two extra hands coming,
and our guy on the estate's
gonna kit us out with some MACs.
Then that's how it'll be. Right.
Poplar Estate, that's right. Thanks.
Wayne.
Wayne, calm down, listen to me.
The ambulance is on its way, keep
calm. If there's any change, call.
I'll meet you in casualty, OK?
I've prescribed
a course of antibiotics
and it should clear up in
a couple of days. The fever's
already coming down nicely. Ah.
This is very typical of
these estates like the Poplar.
Essentially - poor hygiene
and poor diet.
Excuse me.
Dr Cunningham? Mmm.
If the boy was left alone
in charge with Gemma,
we should bring Social Services in.
No, no, no, no. I can vouch for them.
Really.
Mum! Wayne!
sorry, thanks.
What's happened?
Gemma just came over all funny.
Where have you been? She's going
to be OK? She's fine, your daughter
just has an ear infection.
She's going to be right as rain.
Oh, thank God. It wasn't my fault.
I rang Dr Cunningham and he fixed an
ambulance. Harry Cunningham. I met
Wayne the other day. Yeah, I saw you.
sorry, hold on one second. Mrs
Devlin... sorry, is it MRS Devlin?
What?
Wayne tells me that he was left
alone in charge of Gemma tonight.
What bloody business is it of yours?
Mum, Harry's just tying to help.
If you... But I never normally...!
I know I shouldn't have done,
but you know it's... Look, shall
we go and see Gemma? Come on.
Round the corner. You...
Come on. OK. sorry.
All right? Come on.
Well done.
..You said you could deliver Modest.
Look I'm tying to...
But you said it would be easy.
Look, it would have been easy if
you didn't go shoot up his woman.
Well, wan' for tell me say
it's my fault? No, no, no,
no look it, I didn't mean...
Look, there's something else.
I can't be sure but I think...he's
getting his shooters from our guy.
Let me explain 'ow this work.
Me can walk in there
and take over him club.
Me can do that because
me have the weapon,
and him have nothing. Now wan' for
tell me him have tool as well?
Me gon' go head to head with
him if me have to, but you
gonna be there right beside me.
See, look. There they are.
I put Gemma on the floor
for a minute and when she got
sick I thought she'd taken 'em.
But I only left her on
the floor for a minute.
That's all it takes! She could be
dead now! Oh, and it would be
MY fault, would it? Yes, it would.
I can't believe you didn't check the
floor before you put her down on it!
You stupid boy!
I wouldn't have to
if you didn't do gear!
BABY CRIES
DOOR OPENS
Wayne! Where are you going?
Hey, man. I want a word with you.
Actually it's more of a talking to.
You been double-dealing.
You been double-dealing on me.
I'm sorry... I'm sorry.
Pretty girl. Where's our prince?
Hmm? Where's our Wayne?
Well, you wanna mind who you
doing business with, you little boy.
What, you having a laugh? Huh?
You wanna watch your mouth!
Yo, man come on now,
You don't have to do that, man.
Look, we can talk about it, OK?!
Just, forget it, OK?
Just take it easy, look...
Right. The body's already
on its way over to the mortuary.
We were told it's the manager
of the Shed Six nightclub. Marcus
Taylor. Modest's right-hand man.
Do you think it's the same gang
that hit the nightclub before?
Too early to say, but I wouldn't be
surprised. Things can escalate fast.
Found any cartridge cases? Not yet.
Well, the killer might
have picked them up,
or he could have used a revolver.
Which would make it a different
gun from the ones at Shed Six?
Yes. We haven't found any bullets
yet. Could be in the body.
Right. Right, this is
where Taylor was found.
Some old lady going to get
her newspaper. And guess what?
Nobody saw or heard a thing.
We've taken pictures.
Could be the undertaker trolley
when they took the corpse away.
No shouting crowds this time. Yes,
that's because they're frightened,
keeping behind closed doors.
They know as well as we do that
war's broken out and they don't
want to be in the middle of it.
PHONE RINGS
Yes, Ferguson.
She's arrested. It's asystole.
Get me a milligram of adrenaline.
Call the crash team.
'..They got to him'
while you had me in here.
It's a good thing you were
locked up then, isn't it?
It could have been you.
Have you got any idea who might
want to kill Marcus Taylor?
It's pretty obvious, isn't it?
Is it? Why don't you tell me then?
Same dudes as the other night.
Who are they, Ainsley?
That's your job to find out. Kids
get gunned down outside your club.
Your manager is murdered, and still
you have to play the smart guy?!
Yeah, well, smart enough to know you
haven't got anything on me. Enough
to hold you. Not to charge me.
Guv?
At least you're out of harm's way.
We have what appears to be
a gunshot entry wound about here,
consistent with this
X-ray taken in life,
indicating the presence of a bullet
lodged in the chest area, here.
I'm now removing
the surgical stitching.
The wound displays a keyhole effect.
The shape of it is more
irregular than you'd expect on a
straightforward bullet entry wound.
So what does that tell us?
Unstable bullet, perhaps.
Or a ricochet.
We'll find out, when we've removed
this little bugger.
Oh, it's definitely a ricochet.
Look at the flattening on the side.
Now this is a sub-machine
gun bullet fired from the car.
As you can see,
the striations are different.
But, if we compare it
with the bullet recovered from
the wooden door frame at the scene,
shot, we think, from the gun fired
by Ainsley Modest...
perfect match.
So Modest sees the car approaching
and realises what's going to happen.
And he reacts.
everything's very heightened,
happens very fast, lots of adrenalin.
He reaches for his pistol,
and he's so keyed up he puts too
much pressure on the trigger.
He fires the first shot by accident,
and it ricochets on the tarmac
and hits Helen.
He then fires off more shots.
He doesn't even
realise what he's done.
Kills his own girlfriend.
No. Not yet.
Seen Marcus? No, I haven't seen him.
OK, we need to open up.
Are you sure you like it? Love it.
Oh, it's exactly what I wanted.
Long as you're happy, sweetheart.
How does it look now?
Hang on! There's Simone!
Bye. A kiss?
Love you. I love you too.
Gorgeous.
Simone!
That's our man right there.
So what have we got?
I was told possible mass fatalities.
Machine gun attack.
Two dead. Half a dozen injured.
Could have been worse. 20 witnesses,
none of whom saw anything.
Don't help themselves, do they?
Ainsley...
You're going to be all right, babe.
Ainsley, look, I'm sorry,
I tried to get here. Not now, Marcus.
Listen. I want the two of you
to get out there and find them.
I want to know who done
this to Helen and to my club!
Ainsley, come on!
First one here. Head wound.
Leo? ..Excuse me.
'l wish I was with you both#
Have you found any ID on him yet?
Not yet.
Shot in the back. Any exit wound?
I'll see when I do the PM.
Keep the injured away
from the bodies, please!
Can you bag up that paramedic's kit,
take it over to Tech?
Rachel Tarling.
ID from the local FE college. She
barely looks old enough to be out.
What a mess. What happened?
Did somebody diss somebody
or glance at their girlfriend
so they had to pull a gun, or what?
This is about money.
Control of the night clubs.
Which dealers get in, which don't.
Well, hardly looks worth the trouble,
does it? Couple of
hundred punters five nights a week.
700 per cent of them scoring drugs
at least once. Work it out.
This is a turf war, Harry.
What did the doctor say?
Helen's got a bullet
next to her heart.
Is she going to be all right?
She's stable.
What's going on? Who's done this?
Tery and Marcus are out looking.
And then what are you gonna do?
See you at the mortuary then, huh?
Yeah. I'll probably be able to...
DS Ferguson!
Hello. We warned the police about
this months ago. Told them something
like this was going to happen
and what did you do? Nothing.
Ms Sutherland, I'm doing
everything in my power to arrest
the people responsible, and if...
What're you looking at? I'm not
looking at anything. People are dead.
Don't you care? If you want to make
a complaint, I would talk to a police
officer or I would talk to Dl...
Don't show your hands. Maybe now you
can see why people are scared to
come out of their flats at night!
This happens! The police are doing
the best they can but it's not what
I do. Oh, and what is that exactly?
I just clean up. Sorry.
I'm not a policeman.
We have the body of a black male,
I estimate in his twenties.
So far unidentified.
No sign of injury to the front.
Can you turn him over, please?
There is an apparent gunshot entry
wound in the left temporal region.
And an apparently corresponding
Large exit wound
in the right temporal region.
There is associated
palpable fracturing
of the vault of the skull.
There is an injury just
below the right shoulder blade.
1 30 centimetres
from the right heel...
Four centimetres to the right
of the midlines,
consistent
with a gunshot entry wound.
I'd guess the spine was
shattered around the tenth vertebra.
Leo. PMs under way?
Yeah, I'll... I'll take you through.
Have you managed to track down next
of kin? Yes. Rachel Tarling's
parents thought she was babysitting.
They're on their way over here. Is
she cleaned up? Because they want to
view the body. I couldn't stop them.
Why would you want to stop them?
They've come to see their daughter!
Yeah...
Leo, I'm sorry. I should've thought.
Cause of death, 1 A gunshot
wound to the head. Thanks.
What have you got, Harry?
The bullet's lodged in
the front of the spine.
It's actually ended up rather lower
than the enty wound would suggest.
It's lodged in the second
Iumbar vertebra. Damaged the aorta.
Inch either side, it would have
gone straight through and then
he'd probably have survived.
But...
c'est la vie.
Almost got it.
Here.
Nicely preserved. Commercially
produced full metal jacket 9mm
bullet, but it was home-assembled.
See the circular
marking around the tip?
What's caused that...is this.
It's part of a tool
called a gripping die.
It's essentially a bullet maker.
Now, the component parts of the
bullet - the cartridge, the powder,
the primer and the shell -
they're all legally available
on the internet.
It only becomes illegal
when you assemble them all together,
using the gripping die.
Now, evey die is unique.
And if, as in this case,
there's a fault in this part,
now that's like a calling card.
Well, we'll get it sent over to
the lab. I've just come from the
lab, that's why I'm here.
sorry. OK. 29 cartridges have
been found at the scene.
Heavy fire.
But we shouldn't presume too much
from the spread pattern - they might
have been knocked all over the place
before the area was sealed off so,
David, can you get your team over
there first thing in the morning?
I want to know if this was
a random attack or if there
was a specific target.
Are you a detective?
Huh? Are you a detective?
No, not quite. I'm a pathologist.
Well, what's one of them?
It's like a doctor but
all my patients are dead.
What's the point in that? To try
and find out how they died. Do you
know what sort of gun it was?
None of your bloody business!
I heard it was a machine gun.
Really? What else have you heard?
Nothing. My mum comes here sometimes
to the club. If your mum does hear
something she should tell the police.
Well, she might not really want
to call. Why not? Well, just cos,
like...
Oh, right, OK. What's your name?
Harry. What's yours?
Wayne. Wayne. OK, Wayne.
If your mum does hear something,
will you ask her to call
me on that number?
Forensic pathologist. Yes.
Cool. What's your mum's name?
Brenda Devlin.
And you will ask her, yeah?
Dunno. I might do.
All right, Wayne. Nice to meet you.
Yeah. Pathologist.
What have you got? Car abandoned.
Stolen yesterday afternoon,
matches the description of
the car outside the club.
Looking like a drive-by shooting.
And the cavalry? That's why you're
here, there's blood on the seats.
We're checking all the units
to see if anyone from the
car is injured and hiding.
We're clear. Take a look at
the blood and tell me if anyone
from the car is badly wounded.
Oi!
What are you doing in here? l
brought you here to look at the car.
It's a drugs den. Or it was. Long
gone by the looks of things.
Junkies smell. They all do. Look,
there ain't nothing here for us!
Why'd you have to go grubbing
around this shit hole for?
Because it's a dead body. You know
who's going to be stuck
with this don't you? Me.
The Armageddon of all street wars is
about to break out, and I'm going
stuck with a frigging dead junkie!
We don't know it's a drug death yet.
Yes, I do. I've seen more of these
than you've had hot dinners, love!
You think we should just leave it
here? No. We should catch a gunman,
solve a double bloody murder!
Now, please take a look at the car.
What about the body? Well, it ain't
going an_here, is it?
Well, what do you think?
I don't think the amount of blood
here alone is enough to incapacitate
someone. But what caused the injury?
What does that look like to you?
OK, thanks. ..Harry!
They've found a bullet in the
abandoned car. Embedded in a seat.
Right.
May?
Looks fresh. Mmm.
It's too clean to be a ricochet.
And it can't have come from the car.
Someone fired back.
50, yeah? Yeah. Where is it?
Cheers. See you later.
Bruv. Yeah...
So what you heard?
Machine gun.
Blew away half the crowd. Awesome.
What else?
I went up the club to have a look,
but the police and everything, it's
taped off. You can't see nothing.
You hear anything more,
you let me know, yeah? Yeah.
BASS POUNDS
Is that T-Boy?
Yeah.
Take care, yeah? Yeah.
How you going, rude boy? Cool.
What, we no done here?
Yeah. So what you wait for?
Cool and that, man.
So, what do you think? She OD'd,
she crawled in there? Maybe.
It was cold -
she was tying to keep warm.
Well, if she was tying to keep
warm, why would the
blanket be underneath her?
Look at how the body's positioned.
You don't rest like that. Smackhead,
she was out of it, she collapsed.
And what, then she pulled
the hardboard lid down on top
of herself? This is taking forever.
I just want to wrap it up.
Choo, choo, choo choo, ah!
DOORKNOCKER CLACKS
Choo choo. Open up.
There's a good girl. All right?
I'm back.
You all right? There's a good girl.
Do you want the spoon?
There you go.
Did you get them?
Yeah. Well done.
BABY GURGLES
Oh! different sort. From the
same bloke? Yeah. All right then.
Mum. I wish you wouldn't.
Oh, don't start.
If it's the worst thing I can do -
I don't think
you should go complaining.
But you said you'd stop.
When I get straight I said.
But you never do.
It's not easy for me, Wayne.
What with Gemma and everything.
Oh, you lovely girl!
I'll cut down.
Promise. OK?
Don't really feel anything,
most of the time.
It's like I'm on autopilot,
just going through the motions.
How do you feel about
the fact you feel like that?
I feel I should at least be upset.
I'm not even crying. Have you cried?
Back when it happened.
Not lately? No, not for
a couple of months, maybe three.
I should be crying, shouldn't l?
How do other people react?
What you're feeling
is absolutely normal.
You may find yourself crying in the
future and that'll be normal too.
I don't care about
the work I'm doing.
It's pointless.
I don't really care about anything.
I feel...
I feel like one of the bodies
in the mortuary fridges.
This diagram indicates where people
were standing, as far as we can
tell from their witness statements.
Now, the bullet recovered
from the door frame,
and the other from the gunman's car,
both suggest that someone
standing over here...
by the entrance to the club,
fired off at least two shots...
..back at the car.
Who would that have been? Their
target. The bouncer. Tery Bannard.
Why would they shoot at him?
Because he controls the door.
The bouncers decide who gets in and
who stays out. Meaning drug dealers.
Exactly. Well, hang on.
Wait until Harry and I have finished
the full ballistics report before
we can confirm this.
Then we should test
his hands and clothes for FDRs.
Right, Mr Modest.
Look, she, she don't look too good.
I'm afraid the situation's worsened.
There's active bleeding internally
which we're still tying to assess.
Meaning? Until the situation
stabilizes we'd rather not remove
the bullet unless...we have to.
Look, I want her out of here! l
want, I want, I want to go private.
I don't care how much it costs.
She's too ill to be moved.
Look, this is the best place for her.
You better make sure she's
all right! Do you hear me?!
Ainsley. How is she? Worse.
We're all thinking of her.
Why don't you come over to the
centre? We can talk about all this.
Talking ain't gonna help.
Ainsley, have you been to the police?
What for?
You think I know who it was?
Frankly, yes. Nobody fires a machine
gun at a nightclub without a reason.
The estate is tearing itself apart -
we need to put a stop to all this.
Oh, so it's my fault, is it? Huh?
I didn't do this.
I didn't ask to be shot up.
But you were.
There were kids who died. You
need to take some responsibility.
I don't have time for this,
I got a club to run.
I wondered where you'd got to.
Do you want a drink?
There's some cold in the fridge.
Help yourself.
You know where everything is.
Cheers, Chris. Did you hear
about last night?
The shooting. Outside the club.
Yeah. Geezer in a car with a machine
gun hit a load of them in the queue.
Bit of a dodgy place, is it?
Well, my mum goes there sometimes.
She reckons it's all right.
She should know better. Perhaps
you should have a talk to her.
Oh, I got your gear for you.
Oh, well done, mate.
There you go. Keep the change.
You sure?
Course. I'd be stuck without you.
Cheers, Chris.
..Thursday, and have to get Regis
for the weekend
because Liam's giving it some chat
about he can't, can't do it
or whatever.
Your boss about? Who wants him?
Got some information for him.
Who is he? Don't know. Seen him
around. Don't know if he's cool.
So, what do you know? There's a guy
who wants to do business with you.
What kind of business? Stop your
place from getting shot up.
And in return?
He looks after the door.
This guy you chat about,
him have a name? Not yet.
So how I go get hold of him?
You give me a call.
I'll give him the message.
I feel macho already.
The MAC 10.
Street name - the Big Mac.
It's loaded.
It's heavy. Yeah. It's popular
with gangs and illegal armourers.
sorry. Who specialize in reactivating
quick firing sub-machine guns.
How do you define quick firing?
30 rounds, in three seconds.
30 rounds in three seconds? Yeah.
Is it accurate? See for yourself.
I want you to try and hit that door.
No practice. No tuition.
Just like the villains.
See how you do.
It's a one-handed weapon.
OK, in your own time! Go on.
Accuracy's not a priority, is it?
Listen, mate, the purpose of this
weapon is to cause maximum fear
and damage in the minimum time.
End of story.
Can I have another go?
This is a decomposed, partially
mummified body of a female.
My initial assessment is that
this is a young adult.
Height estimated, 1 75 centimetres.
The hair has survived well.
Looks brown,
but we'll test to see if it's dyed.
No external signs of wounds or
injuries, probably under-nourished.
We'll do a full drugs screen.
I wonder what that'll tell us(!)
Do you have a problem?
What? I said, do you have a problem?
Personally, no. Professionally she's
keeping me from more important work.
Well, surely
every life is important.
No. Some are more important than
others. That's the real world.
Is that what you believe?
It's the way it is. Says who?
Everyone but you. Unless she turns
out to be a politician or celebrity.
If you're not happy, maybe
you shouldn't be on this case. Ask
Ferguson to assign another officer.
Get him to open another box of
detectives. Oh, you're unbelievable.
You people really have no idea!
What do you mean, ''us people''?
Nikki, that is enough!
Just get back to work, will you?
I'm telling you they won't stop.
You've got to make a stand. You're
a first class idiot, Tery!
You saw what they did, they nearly
killed you. We know the man who can
fix us up with some firepower.
There's a couple of blokes who'll
back us up. Look, do the deal,
Ainsley, so they have the door.
At least we're in
business and we're alive.
I don't want to go head to head
with these guys, you hear me?
Maybe you should get out right now.
Hang on!
If this is about what just happened,
I'm sorry but you were running
around the room waving a scalpel!
I was about to make an incision.
Yelling at your SIO.
I was challenging his attitude.
He has no empathy with the victim.
Why would he? He's right! You
shouldn't get emotionally involved.
This is ridiculous, this has nothing
to do with what happened there.
I am tying to run a department!
Yeah, well, not like
you used to run it.
Well, maybe things should be
different, maybe you should be
a bit more professional,
instead of mouthing off
like some silly schoolgirl.
'l lost my temper with one
of my colleagues this morning#
It's like they're always
feeling sorry for me.
They can't treat me like me,
you know, it makes me so angry.
Do you feel surprised that you
felt angry and lost your temper?
I think I was right to lose
my temper. I'll do it again
if they carry on like that.
And you think it's their behaviour
that's caused the problems? Yes. Are
you absolutely sure about that?
Yes.
Yes, I am.
Well...
I'm not pretending
that I'm the same.
Have you noticed any inherence
in your levels of concentration?
Possibly.
Sometimes people find
that they do daft things.
They leave the cooker on or they
forget to lock the front door.
There's emotional arousal inside the
brain that stops the cortex, which
is the thinking part of the brain.
I'm sorry, of course
you know all this.
But it stops it from working
as well as it would, and it's
absolutely normal. It's inevitable.
But it's the stupid things that
other people are doing that make
me angry. And if they stop,
it'd make your life a lot easier.
Well, obviously. Are you doing
any stupid things, do you think?
Well, my colleagues would
say that I was possibly, but
that's not the point, is it?
Isn't it?
Charles Bronson returns.
You all right? I'm fine.
No, you're not. What is it?
Connelly?
No, it's not Connelly.
I just don't think Leo's dealing
with things very well.
No.
He's got a lot to deal with, so l
think we'll have to tread carefully
around him and cope with it.
I can cope with extra work but not
being shouted at and told that
I'm completely incapable of my job!
Leo shouted at you? He completely
humiliated me in front of Connelly!
Oh, God.
Right, we'll talk to him.
An_ay, how was firing your gun?
Fun.
Hello, mate. Hi.
Hiya. Hi. So what's happening
with our mystery girl?
I retrieved enough soft tissue
from her liver for testing.
She's positive for morphines,
consistent with the use of street
heroin. So, how do we identify her?
It's possible her DNA
is on the national database,
but that'll take two weeks.
Her hands are too decomposed to
fingerprint. No discernable tattoos
or distinguishing features.
Except for the gap in her teeth.
That's quite distinctive. Yeah,
right. As if we're going to find her
dentist. There might be another way.
You've got a visitor.
What, Marcus?
Modest. Doesn't know which way
to jump.
Either way there's gonna be
some serious arms out. Boom!
What's the problem? Tery Bannard.
If my man could shoot straight
Bannard wouldn't even be a problem,
you get me? Oh.
What you say, boy?
Nothing. Me and Keith are just having
this little tigs. No. Here.
Now.
Now, on the floor.
What?!
Now, tell me again. Well,
I was just saying to Keith it's such
a shame how you missed Bannard.
Sit down, the boy!
You was my man 'pon the inside. Me
want things for run nice and smooth,
you understand.
You are the manager. You
can sack Tery Bannard if you want.
Modest won't go for that.
Him and Tery go back, way back.
It no matter. If Modest decide he
want for play with we, just tell me.
If not, we go back in there
and blow the whole crowd away.
Let all the brothers know so
we mean business. It's all down
to you...blood.
..This is the computer model based
on the full ballistics report
and every other factor we have,
and we're 800/o sure? 90.
950/o sure it works.
Watch. The car comes in.
Gunman in the car starts firing.
This is where Tarling and Preston
are killed and all the various other
gunshot injuries in the queue
are sustained. sorry I'm late.
I thought we were starting
at five o'clock.
This is where it gets interesting -
when someone fires back.
Look at the blue lines.
So the person who fires back
wasn't on the door.
No. It was this person.
..So, what are you saying?
She IS going to be all right?
Well, we'll operate tonight.
You have to understand there
is a significant degree of risk
with this type of heart surgery.
I'm afraid you can't use that in
here. Mr Modest... Just take
your hand off me!
All right. Calm down.
Just take it outside, please. Yeah?
Yeah? Ainsley, the cops
have been here looking for you.
They'll probably be looking for you
there. Tery, pick up them shooters,
yeah, and get your guys in.
The cops have got nothing on me,
and when I'm out we'll take care
of things. OK? You got it.
Mr Modest?
That's you, ain't it?
A long time ago.
Who's the bloke with you?
He was my best mate. He was with us
in the desert when we got shot up.
He didn't make it. Is that when
you smashed your legs up? Yeah.
Billy always was the lucky one.
No.
No... No... No.
No. No.
Hang on, go back.
Move.
Bingo.
Well done, Miss Marple.
You're Lisa's stepfather? Yeah.
Suse and I married when
Lisa was about 13, I suppose.
She's dead then?
What happened?
We can't really be certain. Heroin?
We found traces of it, yes.
You knew she was a user? A user...!
I found this. Is it any use?
Thank you, it will help us
to identify her formally.
You sure it's her?
We're pretty certain, yes.
When did you last see Lisa? Well...
Roughly? On her birthday last year.
She'd asked us for money but I said
no, and then I caught her stealing
Suse's mum's jewelry,
it wasn't like it was worth
anything, just sentimental value.
Please, Geom. The final straw, she
had to go. I did everything I could.
We wanted to help her.
Waste of time. So you told her to
Leave? You try living with a junkie!
Please, Geom!
The lying, the abuse, the thieving!
She destroyed everything around her.
You've no idea what it was like.
Tell us who her friends were.
Forwarding addresses, anything?
There's only Emma. Emma Gardner.
You OK? Mmm.
Got everything you need?
Come on, Wayne. What's the matter?
Babysitting's just,
you know, boring.
Make a change for you,
instead of tearing around
all over the place all the time.
Is Gemma asleep? Yeah. Settled.
Just make sure you look in
on her every half hour or so.
You going to be bringing
anyone back this time?
Only if he's...really fit.
Give us a kiss.
See you later.
We've got Modest in custody.
Can you charge him? No.
We can hold him for 24 hours but the
CPS aren't happy to proceed unless
we can produce the murder weapon.
Well, have a look at this.
On the left - a bullet fired from
the sub-machine gun from the car.
On the right a bullet fired back,
we think by Modest. Now, you remember
those marks that are left
on each bullet by the gripping die?
Mm-hm. Have a look at
that mark on this bullet.
Ballistics have established that
they're identical and that every
single bullet found at the scene
has this identical mark, which means
they were assembled by the same tool.
Which means two different gangs,
and two different guns...
but only one workshop.
Well, well.
Your friendly neighbourhood
armourer supplying both sides.
BABY GRIZZLES
Hey. There you go, Gemma.
Play with your little toys.
Wayne'll go and make you a bottle.
Back in a minute.
..Gonna fight. He's told me
to make the arrangements.
Don't be an idiot, Tery! Think
about it, it's crazy. I've made the
calls. Got two extra hands coming,
and our guy on the estate's
gonna kit us out with some MACs.
Then that's how it'll be. Right.
Poplar Estate, that's right. Thanks.
Wayne.
Wayne, calm down, listen to me.
The ambulance is on its way, keep
calm. If there's any change, call.
I'll meet you in casualty, OK?
I've prescribed
a course of antibiotics
and it should clear up in
a couple of days. The fever's
already coming down nicely. Ah.
This is very typical of
these estates like the Poplar.
Essentially - poor hygiene
and poor diet.
Excuse me.
Dr Cunningham? Mmm.
If the boy was left alone
in charge with Gemma,
we should bring Social Services in.
No, no, no, no. I can vouch for them.
Really.
Mum! Wayne!
sorry, thanks.
What's happened?
Gemma just came over all funny.
Where have you been? She's going
to be OK? She's fine, your daughter
just has an ear infection.
She's going to be right as rain.
Oh, thank God. It wasn't my fault.
I rang Dr Cunningham and he fixed an
ambulance. Harry Cunningham. I met
Wayne the other day. Yeah, I saw you.
sorry, hold on one second. Mrs
Devlin... sorry, is it MRS Devlin?
What?
Wayne tells me that he was left
alone in charge of Gemma tonight.
What bloody business is it of yours?
Mum, Harry's just tying to help.
If you... But I never normally...!
I know I shouldn't have done,
but you know it's... Look, shall
we go and see Gemma? Come on.
Round the corner. You...
Come on. OK. sorry.
All right? Come on.
Well done.
..You said you could deliver Modest.
Look I'm tying to...
But you said it would be easy.
Look, it would have been easy if
you didn't go shoot up his woman.
Well, wan' for tell me say
it's my fault? No, no, no,
no look it, I didn't mean...
Look, there's something else.
I can't be sure but I think...he's
getting his shooters from our guy.
Let me explain 'ow this work.
Me can walk in there
and take over him club.
Me can do that because
me have the weapon,
and him have nothing. Now wan' for
tell me him have tool as well?
Me gon' go head to head with
him if me have to, but you
gonna be there right beside me.
See, look. There they are.
I put Gemma on the floor
for a minute and when she got
sick I thought she'd taken 'em.
But I only left her on
the floor for a minute.
That's all it takes! She could be
dead now! Oh, and it would be
MY fault, would it? Yes, it would.
I can't believe you didn't check the
floor before you put her down on it!
You stupid boy!
I wouldn't have to
if you didn't do gear!
BABY CRIES
DOOR OPENS
Wayne! Where are you going?
Hey, man. I want a word with you.
Actually it's more of a talking to.
You been double-dealing.
You been double-dealing on me.
I'm sorry... I'm sorry.
Pretty girl. Where's our prince?
Hmm? Where's our Wayne?
Well, you wanna mind who you
doing business with, you little boy.
What, you having a laugh? Huh?
You wanna watch your mouth!
Yo, man come on now,
You don't have to do that, man.
Look, we can talk about it, OK?!
Just, forget it, OK?
Just take it easy, look...
Right. The body's already
on its way over to the mortuary.
We were told it's the manager
of the Shed Six nightclub. Marcus
Taylor. Modest's right-hand man.
Do you think it's the same gang
that hit the nightclub before?
Too early to say, but I wouldn't be
surprised. Things can escalate fast.
Found any cartridge cases? Not yet.
Well, the killer might
have picked them up,
or he could have used a revolver.
Which would make it a different
gun from the ones at Shed Six?
Yes. We haven't found any bullets
yet. Could be in the body.
Right. Right, this is
where Taylor was found.
Some old lady going to get
her newspaper. And guess what?
Nobody saw or heard a thing.
We've taken pictures.
Could be the undertaker trolley
when they took the corpse away.
No shouting crowds this time. Yes,
that's because they're frightened,
keeping behind closed doors.
They know as well as we do that
war's broken out and they don't
want to be in the middle of it.
PHONE RINGS
Yes, Ferguson.
She's arrested. It's asystole.
Get me a milligram of adrenaline.
Call the crash team.
'..They got to him'
while you had me in here.
It's a good thing you were
locked up then, isn't it?
It could have been you.
Have you got any idea who might
want to kill Marcus Taylor?
It's pretty obvious, isn't it?
Is it? Why don't you tell me then?
Same dudes as the other night.
Who are they, Ainsley?
That's your job to find out. Kids
get gunned down outside your club.
Your manager is murdered, and still
you have to play the smart guy?!
Yeah, well, smart enough to know you
haven't got anything on me. Enough
to hold you. Not to charge me.
Guv?
At least you're out of harm's way.
We have what appears to be
a gunshot entry wound about here,
consistent with this
X-ray taken in life,
indicating the presence of a bullet
lodged in the chest area, here.
I'm now removing
the surgical stitching.
The wound displays a keyhole effect.
The shape of it is more
irregular than you'd expect on a
straightforward bullet entry wound.
So what does that tell us?
Unstable bullet, perhaps.
Or a ricochet.
We'll find out, when we've removed
this little bugger.
Oh, it's definitely a ricochet.
Look at the flattening on the side.
Now this is a sub-machine
gun bullet fired from the car.
As you can see,
the striations are different.
But, if we compare it
with the bullet recovered from
the wooden door frame at the scene,
shot, we think, from the gun fired
by Ainsley Modest...
perfect match.
So Modest sees the car approaching
and realises what's going to happen.
And he reacts.
everything's very heightened,
happens very fast, lots of adrenalin.
He reaches for his pistol,
and he's so keyed up he puts too
much pressure on the trigger.
He fires the first shot by accident,
and it ricochets on the tarmac
and hits Helen.
He then fires off more shots.
He doesn't even
realise what he's done.
Kills his own girlfriend.