Vera (2011–…): Season 11, Episode 1 - Witness - full transcript

When a well-respected local builder is found beaten to death on the steps of the Collingwood Monument, Vera questions how such a seemingly beloved and imposing figure could be attacked so viciously.

The man of the moment... Tony!

- Same again?
- No, not for me. I've gotta go.

Night, Jim.

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It Must Have Been Love

♪ It must have been love
But it's over now

♪ It must have been good
But I lost it somehow

♪ Must've been love... ♪

The lovely Lesley there,
with a beautiful song.

Big hand, everyone.

Now next up,
it's Brian with Sledgehammer.

That was amazing, love.

OK, make sure we've...

Good morning, ma'am.

Well, it's morning, Jac. Whether
it's good or not remains to be seen.

Call came in about an hour ago.

A member of the public found a body
at the foot of the monument.

And what was this member
of the public doing up at 5am?

He works the night shift
at the bakery up the road.

- He was on his way home.
- Ah, right.

We got a name?

According to the driver's licence,
Jim Tullman. Born 1959.

Lives over in South Shields.

- How'd he die?
- Well...

From what I saw,
someone beat him to death.

Malcolm. What have we got?

Well, it's a prolonged
and violent assault.

Well, how do we know he didn't just
take a tumble down these steps?

There's a number of blows
to the head and the torso.

Fatal blow, probably, is this one
here at the back of the skull.

Were you on the whisky last night?

Sadly not. No, that's coming
from the victim's clothes.

- We found the murder weapon?
- Nothing yet.

- What are we looking for?
- Well, if I had to narrow it down,

I'd say we were looking
for something that was both heavy...

...and blunt. Right. Thanks for that.

- Did he die here or was he dumped?
- I'd say he died here.

He's a sturdy-looking fella.
Looks fit for his age.

I mean, he'd have been hard
to overcome.

Well, maybe there was
more than one assailant.

Or he was taken by surprise.
Any defence wounds?

- Er, none that I could see.
- So he didn't put up a fight?

Nope. Doesn't look like it.

So, what, you just sat there
and took it, did you, pet?

- Time of death?
- He's fairly fresh, actually.

I'd say some time
in the last six hours.

Kenny, is that who found the body?

Yeah, he came across him
around five.

- Did he see anyone else around?
- No. But then it was early.

Right. So, get him over to the
station to make a formal statement

- and make sure he gets a cuppa.
- Aye, will do.

We've started collecting CCTV
from the main road

and I've got uniform down there
knocking on doors. - Right.

Why here?

I mean, it's not the kind of place
you stumble across, is it?

Was he was meeting someone?

Well, it's a funny time
to be having a meeting.

Next of kin?

Electoral register had his son
living with him. John Paul Tullman.

Right. Come on.

Er, we're looking
for John Paul Tullman?

Er, DCI Vera Stanhope.
Northumberland and City Police.

This is DS Healy.

We really need to speak to him,

- John Paul!
- What's going on?

- It's the police.
- What do you want?

Oh, it's best if we step inside,

No. No. You're all right out there.

Well, there's no easy way
to say this.

I'm afraid we've found a body, sir,

and we believe it to be
that of your father.

We are so sorry, sir.

We believe your father
was the victim of an assault.

We found his body
near the Collingwood Monument.

What was he doing there?

Well, that's what we need
to establish.

- Did he know anyone over that side?
- No.

- When did you last see him?
- Last night. About seven o'clock.

Just before he went to the club.

The social club
at the end of the road

where Jim went every Sunday.

And where were you two last night?

John Paul was here. I stayed over
at my sister's in Marsden.

- Were you here all night?
- Aye. All night.

Do you not normally wait up
for your dad?

After the club, he'd sometimes go
back to the Claytons' for a drink.

What, and they're friends of his,
are they? The Claytons?

Gary and Lesley. Yeah.
They go way back.

- And your mam? She around?
- No.

- And where is she?
- I don't know and I don't care.

Now, is that your dad's van
parked out front?

Only, I notice it's got
a smashed windscreen.

Did he have an accident?

Dad said it was just some punter
that he'd had an argument with.


But we thought it had something
to do with the court case.

What court case is this?

Some lad was getting charged
with assault. Me dad saw it happen.

He was supposed to be giving
evidence against him this morning.

Which court?

Northumberland Law Court. I think.

- Who's prosecuting?
- Aliah Kapoor.

Yeah. About to go in now.

DCI Stanhope. Didn't know
you were involved in this case.

Ah, we're not, love. Not directly.
Would you excuse us, love?

We're here about your witness.
Jim Tullman.

Tell me you know where he is.

Well, he's halfway to the morgue
by now, pet.

- Guessing it wasn't natural causes.
- No, he was beaten to a pulp.

- How well did you know him?
- I didn't.

We had a meeting to go over
his evidence a few weeks ago.

Damn. And he was a solid witness.
Calm, credible, and, best of all,

he was ready to identify
Marcus Hynde.

What's the story with Hynde?

He assaulted a kid called Victor
Samassi and put him in a coma.

Safe to say he's violent, then?

Oh, God. You think his death's
connected to the case, don't you?

Well, you've got
to question the timing.

Monica is kicking off out here.

This is absolutely ridiculous.
We've been waiting here for hours.

No, I don't need to calm...

- Please, Madam...
- Right. Why haven't we started yet?

- There's a problem with our witness.
- What problem?

Erm, it's Mr Tullman, love.

I'm afraid he's dead.

Er... OK. So, what're you gonna do?

Me and my brother have been waiting
seven months for this,

so I wanna know when he can expect
to get some justice.

I'm going to ask the judge for
more time to prepare a new strategy.

- I told you this would happen.
- Monica, you have to be patient.

Sorry about that.

It's all right. It's understandable.
Erm, this is Ewan Webster.

He works for a charity
that represents victims

Ah. DCI Stanhope. DS Healy.

Where is Marcus Hynde?

- Marcus Hynde?
- Northumberland and City Police.

We'd like to ask you a few questions
about Jim Tullman.

Marcus, what's going on here?

It's the police, Mam.
They wanna ask me some questions.

- What questions?
- Er, what's your name, love?

- Andrea. Patrick, his brother.
- Ah, well, Andrea,

we're investigating the murder
of Jim Tullman.

- Wait, is that the witness?
- So, why are you talking to Marcus?

Well, as I understand, Mr Tullman
was due to be giving evidence

against your son in court
this morning.

You lot really are unbelievable.

Look, I'm sorry this Tullman bloke
is dead. But as for his evidence?

It was wrong. Marcus is innocent.

Now, if you don't mind, he has got
a training session to get to.

Before you go. One question.
Where were you last night?

At home. All of us.

You two make a nice couple.

So, you'll be wanting me
to check them out?

Aye. And start with
the smart-arse brother.

James Tullman. Known as Jim.
60 years old.

He was found beaten to death
at the foot of Collingwood Monument

early this morning.

Now, we haven't had
Malcolm's report yet,

but, safe to say, this was
an unusually violent attack.

Er, Kenny, what have we got
on Tullman?

Bare bones at the moment.
No criminal record. No debts. Er...

- Worked as a self-employed builder.
- Hmm...

- Any issues with a client?
- We're checking on that, ma'am.

- Right. What about the wife?
- Er, her name's Barbara Tullman.

Er, they've been separated
for about two years.

We're still trying
to get an address for her.

Right, well,
quick as you can with that.

Now then, the son, John Paul,
says his father was a regular

at a social club on Tring Street,

and he went there
at 6:45 last night.

I spoke to the staff at the club
and they confirmed Tullman arrived

at seven
and left around nine-thirty.

What about these friends of his?
Er... Gary and Lesley Clayton?

They both say that Tullman
left the club early.

Said "he had a big day tomorrow
and needed to get home".

Yeah, well,
I'll need to talk to them.

Now, he tells them he's going home,

which is no more
than 200 yards down the road,

but instead,
he ends up in Tynemouth.

Now, how'd he get there?

Didn't walk.
So, was he with someone? Mm?

Was he given a lift? If so, who by?

Now, if he was on his own, his
best bet would be to take the ferry.

Jac, you checking on that?

We're talking to the ferry company
about getting CCTV.

Right. But the real question is:
why was he in Tynemouth? Mm?

Now, his son is adamant he didn't
know anyone over that side,

so we'd better check on that.

What about motive, ma'am?

Ah, well,
that's a good question, Mark.

We can't rule this out
being a random attack.

But he was due to give evidence
against a Marcus Hynde

in court this morning.

And if we didn't find
that suspicious,

then we shouldn't be doing this job.

Now, I'll be talking
to the CPS later today

to get the details of the case,
but, in the meantime,

let's do a background check
on this Marcus Hynde and the family.

Could be they're the ones
behind this.

Ooh, and John Paul says his dad's
windscreen was smashed recently,

and he thought it might have
something to do with the case.

What have we got on the windscreen?

Erm, well, he claimed for the
damage, er, against the windscreen.

- He's... I've got the insurance company
calling me later. - Yup...

Oh, OK.
Ma'am? Malcolm's ready for you now.

- Have you finished, then?
- Post mortem's done.

You're gonna have to wait
for any lab results.

So, he died
from cerebral haemorrhage,

caused by the blow
to the back of the skull.

We also found what looks like
splinters in the wound.

So, heavy, blunt, and wooden?

Correct, we've sent the splinters
off for analysis.

See if they can identify the wood.
Meantime, take a look at that...

It was lodged inside
your victim's throat.

And... Wait for it.
Placed there after he died.

- What, someone put it there?
- My God. The speed of your mind.

So, is it his ring?

Doubtful. There are no ring marks
on any of his fingers.

We will check it for DNA.

It is hallmarked, so you should be
able to find out where it was made.

Other than that,
doesn't really tell us much.

- Oh, it tells us one thing, Malcolm.
- Which is?

Tells us this was personal.

At least we know it wasn't random.

The fact that the killer brought a
ring suggests it was pre-meditated.

Maybe. Maybe not.
Killer could've been wearing it.

And shoving it down his throat
could've been an afterthought.

A reflex action.

There's nothing about this killing
that says it was planned.

It's messy.

Though, I think it's safe to say
he was the intended target.

We'll talk to the son.
See if he recognises the ring.

And, Kenny, can you contact
the local jewellers?

See if any of them
can identify the hallmark.

Already on it, ma'am.

Jac, is that Tullman's route
from the club to the monument?

Yes. CCTV shows Tullman boarded
the 22:10 service

and arrived in North Shields
at 22:18.

Last sighting of him was at 22:21

as he leaves
the North Shields Terminal.

- Well, looks like he was on his own.
- Yeah, as far as we can tell.

Right, so,
we've got a two-hour window

from the terminal to the monument.

- But it's only a 15-minute walk.
- DS Healy.

So we need to determine
where he was in the interim.

John Paul and Amber have turned up
at the morgue to identify the body.

Ah, well...

I wanna know who did it to him.

That, well, that's what me
and my team are working to find out,

so, erm... Can I ask you
to take a look at something?

Either of you recognise that ring?

- Never seen it before.
- No?

Your dad never wore a ring?

- He wasn't one for jewellery.
- What about a wedding ring?

He and your mam were married
for 30-odd years, weren't they?

33. And Dad never wore one.
Even when they were together.

So, you say you're not in contact
with your mam, so, presumably,

she doesn't know yet
what's happened...

Look, what is this? You lot are
meant to be finding out who did it.

That's what we're doing.

What, by asking about his marriage
and damn rings?

Have you seen his body?
Someone kicked the life out of him.


I'll get you at the car.

Oh, dear...
His mam is a sore topic, is it?

- He doesn't like to talk about her.
- Did his dad talk about her?

Well, not to me.
We weren't that close.

Ah, but you must've
got to know him a bit

if you were living in his house.

The only time Jim spoke to me
was when he wanted something done.

Like what?

Cooking. Cleaning. His washing.

Yeah, Jim was a bit old-school when
it came to things like housework.

Oh, woman's place
is in the home, eh?

Something like that.

- I should go check on John Paul.
- Ah. Sorry, love...

So, what do we think
about John Paul's girlfriend?


She's hiding something.

Get Mark to check her alibi.

Make sure she was at her sister's
last night. Are you listening to me?

- Of course.
- Well, it doesn't look like you are.

I've to tell Mark to check on
Amber's alibi. Anything else?

Aye, you can lose the attitude.

Honestly, we're... we're still
trying to get our heads around it.

I mean... just doesn't seem real.

How long had you known Mr Tullman?

Oh, 30 years plus.

We met on the first day
of our apprenticeship.

Been best mates ever since.

It was, uh, Jim
introduced me and Lesley.

And Sunday nights here at the club,
that was a regular thing, was it?

Aye. We've been coming
since they started the karaoke.

Of course, Lesley's the singer.

How was he last night?

Uh, just his usual self.

- Did he have much to drink?
- Couple of pints.

Any spirits? Whisky?


So why did he leave early
last night?

Well, he had the court case.

Did he mention feeling harassed
about giving evidence?


Nothing like that.


So, after Jim left,
what did you two do?

Er... We stayed
and had another couple of drinks.

And then, uh...

uh, we headed home about... ten?

Right, well, thanks for your time.

Someone attacked Jim in town.

He told me about it.

Some... lad went for him
in the street.

Started shouting abuse.

- Pushing him around.
- When was this?

Couple of weeks ago.

Did he say whereabouts in town?

Jutland Street, I think.

If some lad did have a go at Tullman
on Jutland Street

then there should be plenty
of CCTV footage.

And I'll lay money it
was Marcus Hynde.

So, what do you want to know
about the Hynde case?

Well, anything you can tell us.

OK, so...

it's a Saturday night -
closing time -

and Victor Samassi
gets into an argument

with some drunk lad
in a kebab shop...

Marcus Hynde?

No, this is his brother, Patrick.

Marcus comes in later.

So, Victor leaves the shop.

But as he's heading for his bus,
Patrick catches up and it kicks off.

Problem is, Patrick's so out of it,
Victor just pushes him away.

- That's when it happens.
- What?

Last thing Victor remembers is
someone attacking him from behind.

He hits the ground, and ten hours
later, he wakes up in the ICU.

So Marcus jumped in for his brother?

Except nobody knew that until
Jim Tullman gave his statement.

He saw the attack and identified
Marcus Hynde as the assailant.

- What about CCTV?
- Blind spot.

No other witnesses?

So Jim Tullman was your entire case?

And without him, I've got nothing.


Marcus Hynde. What's he like?

Hmm. A good kid, on paper.

Never been in trouble.
Talented footballer, too.

What? Professional?

Under 19s at the moment, but he's
being courted by a few EPL clubs.

So a lot at stake for him, then?

Hm! Just money, fame and glory.


Kapoor reckons he's about to
be snapped up by some big club.

Not if he plays like that.

What do we know about the mam?

Single parent. Honest. Hardworking.

And how about the brother, Patrick?

Fancies himself as a gangster.

Yes, Jack.

Your boy's got an attitude problem.

Aye, talking of attitude problems,
what's going on with Aiden?

How do you mean?

Well, he's been...
a bit off lately.

Probably trouble at home.

What makes you say that?

Well, he's a cop, isn't he?

So you were right
about Jutland Street.

I looked into
the Tullman incident...

and it didn't involve Marcus Hynde.


Who the hell do you think you are?

If you think that little thug's
getting away with it, you're wrong!

Just because you got to Tullman
doesn't mean I'm gonna stop.

- Are you here to arrest him?
- Monica, I need you to leave.

- They killed our witness, you know?
- Jac. I need you to deal with this!

Sorry, I'm gonna have to ask you
to move on.

Where's Patrick?

- He's not here.
- Kenny!

Where do you think you're going?
Can't just walk into my house!

Ah, this warrant
says different, love.

Back door! BACK DOOR!

Come here!

Stop! Hey!

Aye, all right.
I'm going, I'm going!

He hasn't done anything!

- Get off us, man!
- Ma'am, you got a minute?

Check the bag, Ma'am.

Heavy, blunt and wooden.

Ooh, you're in early.

Wanted to get ahead on some things.

- Patrick Hynde's brief's turned up.
- What, already?

Yeah, they're talking now.

And I called forensics. It'll be at
least a day before they can tell us

- if the bat was the murder weapon.
- Yeah, what about his alibi?

Family's closing ranks. They all say
they were at home on Sunday night.

- So this is all we have on him?
- It's not much, but it's a start.

Well... let's see what he's got
to say for himself.

Tell you what...

you're no slacker, Patrick,
I'll give you that.

What are you, 22?

Look at everything
you've done already.

We've got here possession,
common assault, ABH, breach,

- drunk and disorderly.
- Well, you only live once, eh (?)

And now you've got witness
intimidation to add to your CV.


Now, these images were captured
three weeks ago, on Jutland Street.

And I reckon that's you
and that's Jim Tullman.

- I don't know a Jim Tullman.
- Course you do.

He was due to give evidence
at your brother's trial.

The one that didn't show up?

Aye, that's the one, but to be fair,
he did have a good excuse, Patrick.

Someone had beaten him to death.

So, what did you say to him here?

I really don't remember.

- Did you follow him after this point?
- Why would I follow him?

Well, to make sure he didn't give
evidence against your brother.

Word is Marcus is a real talent.
Lot of big teams looking at him.

He's the Tyneside Messi.

So, lots to look forward to then?
Big contract. Lots of money...

Ah, but if Marcus went to prison,

there'd be no meal ticket
for you and your mam, would there?

Why do you have a baseball
bat in your bedroom, Patrick?

For playing baseball.

I'm kidding.
Obviously, I keep it for protection.

There's a lot of dangerous people
running about.

You HAVE used it on someone, then?

Not yet.

What about van windscreens?

Mm? Tullman was being harassed

in the weeks leading up
to your brother's trial.

And I reckon it was you
doing the harassing.

You attack him in the street,
you smash up his van.

But that wasn't working, was it?

Cos he was still gonna identify
your brother.

So, the night before
your brothers' trial,

you decided to shut him up for good.

Just one problem.

I was at home with Mam and Marcus
that night.

There's no doubt
he's threatening Tullman here.

And it's probably him
smashed that windscreen.

Which makes him the main candidate
for Tullman's killing.

But he has an alibi.

What, his mam and his brother?
Come on!

Well, it doesn't matter
how weak it is, does it?

If we can't place him in Tynemouth
on the night, then it holds up.

And at the moment, we can barely
place Tullman in Tynemouth.

Jac, where are we
with Tullman's movements

after he got off that ferry?

He's not showing up on any
of the recordings we've got so far,

but there's still more
to go through.

- Well, we're getting nowhere fast here.
- As far as I'm concerned,

Patrick's got it in his locker
to carry this off,

AND he's got motive. Tullman was
a threat to his brother's career.

Well, I've no doubt
he's capable of it.

But it's the ring that bothers me.

I mean, shoving it down his throat,
that's not this lad's style.

It's too imaginative.

where are we with the jewellers?

I found a place in Ouseburn.

There's a bunch of jewellers
have studios there.

I was going to head down,
see if anybody knows who made it.

Right. Well, we've still got two
hours before we have to release him.

Ma'am? Let's see if forensics come
back with anything on the bat. What?

I spoke to Holly Fenn,
Amber Fenn's sister.

Now, she says that Amber
stayed over at her flat

- on the night of the murder.
- Mm.

But I've been through
Amber's call history

and she made two calls
to a landline that night -

at 8:35pm and 10:15pm.

- Let me guess, the sister's landline.
- Aye.

So why was calling her sister's
flat if she was there already?

Why indeed.

So, can you tell me again, pet,
where you were two nights ago?

I said, I was at my sister's.

Aye, you did, but your phone
records say otherwise.

You phoned your sister's house
twice that night.

Uh, yeah, that's right.
I went out to the shop.

I called Holly to ask
if there was anything she needed.

Calls were 90 minutes apart.

Must've been one hell of a big shop
if it took you that long.

Now listen, love,

we can take you and your sister
down to the station -

and keep you there -
until you tell us the truth.

But it'd be much easier
if you just told us now, pet.

- I was meeting someone.
- Who were you meeting?

Who WERE you meeting?

I'm sorry. I should've told you, but
I didn't want to get you upset...

She got in touch...

after I announced the pregnancy
on Facebook.

Said she wanted to be part of it.
Proper gran, like.

Is this John Paul's mam, Barbara?

She's REALLY nice, John Paul.

Where you going?!

When did she get in touch?

Couple of months ago.

So you've seen her more than once?

Half a dozen times.

Did John Paul's dad know?

No. Barbara warned me

to be ultra-careful
whenever we were meeting.


She was worried what
Jim would do if he found out.

Where is she?

She works at a cafe.

The Royal.

The one in Tynemouth?

- What can I get you?
- We're looking for Barbara Tullman.

Who's asking?

- Is she here or not?
- Yes, she's here.

DCI Vera Stanhope, Northumberland
and City Police. This is DS Healy.

- Is there somewhere we can chat?
- I take it this is about Jim?


All right, erm...

I'm going upstairs for a bit, Doug.

Yeah, sure. Take your time.

Er, do you wanna come through?

- You worked here long?
- Erm... just after I left Jim.

Yeah, Doug's an old school pal.

He gave me a job
and a place to stay.

It's not great and it stinks of chip
fat, but, uh, it's me own space.

- Did Amber tell you where I was?
- Er, she did, love.

Er, and I'm guessing it was Amber
told you about your husband?

And I'm afraid John Paul knows
you've been in contact.

My fault.

I should never have asked Amber
to lie about our meetings.

So why did you?

Because I was scared
of Jim finding out.

You're not mourning him, then?

I'm mourning him,
he was the father of me son.

But I won't miss him.

Now, the night Jim died...

any idea why he came to Tynemouth?


It wasn't to see me,
if that's what you're thinking.

But you were here, right?

until about nine, when Amber left,

and then I walked her
to the bus stop, erm...

...went for a drink at The Maltman,

and I was back here
for about half 11.

And you didn't see him?

I haven't seen Jim since the night
I walked out on our marriage.

Now, if you don't mind me asking,
why did you leave?

I had to get out of there.

Ah, well, can't have been easy
after 30-odd years.

Leaving your son too.

- No, John Paul didn't need me any more.
- Why didn't you get divorced?

- Because Jim was stalling.
- Maybe he still had feelings for you?

Can I just put you straight
on Jim Tullman?

Look, you're gonna talk
to John Paul and Gary and Lesley

and all his clients
and his work mates,

and they'll all tell you
that he was a stand-up bloke.

That was his public image.

In private...
he was a cruel, controlling man.

He-he stalled on the divorce
to keep me on a string.


OK, just one other thing, love...

We found a ring at the crime scene.

Have you seen that before?

Um, sorry, don't recognise it.


Well, that's it. Thanks, love.

Thank you.

Could I have an egg and tomato roll,

- It's Doug, isn't it?
- Yeah. - Right...

Now, was it you who locked up
on Sunday night, Doug?

Only, it couldn't have been Barbara,

cos she said she was out
on Sunday night.

- Er, yeah, come to think of it, it was me.
- What time?

Er... Well, we closed about ten.

I did some prep for the next day.
Left at... 11?

And then where did you go?

It was late. I went home.

My place is couple of streets back.

Did you see anyone?

No. No-one.

Ah, right...

And I'll have one of them, love.

Do we believe her?
She didn't see him?

It's only a ten minute walk
from that cafe to the monument.

I'll check with the pub,
see if anyone remembers her. Mm.

And do a background on Doug,
the cafe owner.

I got the feeling he was,
he was protective of Barbara.

Mind you, I'm beginning to see
Tullman in a different light.

I mean, she didn't actually
say the words,

but I reckon that was
an abusive marriage.

We've only got her word for that.

Well, there must've been
something going on

for her to prefer that tiny flat
over a cafe to what she had before.

Get Jac to check
with the solicitors.

See what was really going on
in that divorce.

Come on.

- I'll give you a lift home.
- No, no, you're all right.

I've still got some paperwork to do.
I'll head off later.

I'll see you in the morning, boss.

- Jac?
- Ma'am.

I'm at the ferry terminal
going through the CCTV again,

and I found something weird.

That a technical term, is it?

There's a jogger on the quayside -

just before Tullman boards
the ferry.

A jogger?

I think it's Monica Samassi.

Hey, come on.

- Where's the Land Rover?
- It's parked round the side.

What are you stood there
thinking about?

Just wondering why we're here.

Cos Monica was seen at the ferry
terminal the night Tullman died.

But she's got no reason
to kill Tullman.

No motive.

If anything, she needed him alive
to get her brother justice.

- Yeah, might just be a coincidence.
- And you don't like coincidences.

So, get your paperwork done,
did you?

Yeah. Yeah, all done.

Let's hope the lift's working.

What do you two want?

Oh, we just need
to have a quick word, pet.


What you're feeling, Victor,
is entirely normal, but...

you have to...

Everything all right?

Sure. We were just talking about
Victor maybe going outside soon.

Isn't that right, Victor?

Victor, don't be rude.

Well, why not let your brother watch
the TV and we can talk in here?

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Sorry, about that.

That's all right, love.

He used to be outgoing.


Now he's like a zombie.

The doctor said we should expect
some psychological fallout,

but it's been seven months.

Is he talking to anyone?

I organised a counselling session
through the charity, but...

Victor refused to attend.

He doesn't like leaving the flat. He
gets panic attacks if he goes out.

- Oh, so he does go out?
- Only if I'm with him.

He needs me constantly by his side.

I've had to go part-time at the gym
just so I can stay home with him.

So you've no-one else
to help care for him?

Mam died last year.
It's just me.

Ah, I'm sorry to hear that.

It must be a struggle for you.

But I'm gonna have to ask you

where you and your brother were
the night Mr Tullman died.

- We were both here.
- All night?

Not all night.
I went for a run.

- And what time was that?
- I don't know. About ten?

Do you usually go for a run
at ten o'clock at night?


Victor doesn't like being left
in the flat on his own.

So I had to wait
until he went to sleep.

So where'd you go?

Not far. A quick 5K.

Did you go near the ferry terminal?

I might have.

I've got a running app on my phone.
It sets up my routes.

Why's the terminal so important?

Because Mr Tullman was there
at the terminal at the same time.

Boarding the ferry.

And you didn't see him?

Even if I had, I couldn't tell you.

I've never actually met the man.

- So, how long have you been doing this?
- Couple of years now.

I was looking
to do some volunteering,

- and this seemed a worthwhile cause.
- Do you normally do home visits?

I usually see clients at our base,
or in court, but...

Victor's agoraphobia
is really quite acute.

What are your thoughts on Monica?

She puts up a tough front,
but she's worried about Victor.

I think she thought the court case
would help him move on.

So much for that.

- Did you ever meet Tullman?
- Kenny, what have you got?

Briefly. I had a short session
with him about witness intimidation

a week or so ago.

And was he being intimidated?

No, it was just a routine chat,
and he was very relaxed.

He mention any confrontation
with Patrick Hynde?

Not to me.

He was calm, confident.

That's why it's all so infuriating.
he was almost the perfect witness.

So will the case be dropped?

Who knows?

Aliah is a good lawyer. She might
be able to get a conviction

even without Tullman's testimony.

I just hope, for Victor
and Monica's sake, that she does.

Will you excuse us, love?


Right, cheers.

- Kenny's found the jeweller.
- It's about time.

It's mine.
But it's an old design.

Did these about three years ago.

And did you sell many of those,

Not enough to keep making them.
I'd say about 20 maybe.

Do you have records of all
the people that you sold them to?

If they bought it
on me online shop, yeah.

But mostly I sell through galleries
or craft fairs.

Well, whatever you've got, love,

if you can get it over to us
as soon as you can.

It's a pretty design.

Thanks. It was
my take on the old betrothal rings.

- When you say "betrothal" ring?
- Like an engagement ring.

- So, whoever bought this...?
- Was probably going to propose.

Thanks, love.



Have you come across any evidence
of a girlfriend in Tullman's life?

No, Ma'am. If he did have someone,
he kept them well hidden.

And what about the solicitor?
What's going on with the divorce?

I'm speaking to her later.

Ma'am, Malcolm needs to see you.


So, the bad news is,
your baseball bat was clean.

Lab found no traces of Tullman's
blood or DNA on it.

Brilliant (!)

That was the one piece
of physical evidence we had

against Patrick Hynde.

Well, it is unlikely that
the killer used a baseball bat.

Traditionally they're made
of either ash or maple,

but analysis of the splinters
we found in his wounds

show that the weapon
was made of pine.

It had also been treated
with a finish.

What sort of finish?

Standard timber treatment.


the big surprise
came with the toxicology report.

We found traces of GHB
in his system.

- GHB?!
- Mm.

Normally it's very hard to detect
as the body processes it so quickly.

But your victim was dead,

and his body wasn't processing
anything at all.

So what's a 60-year-old builder
doing taking GHB?

Well, it's not hard to get hold of.
So I've heard.

And there was alcohol
found in his system.

So could've been spiked?

You do know that's not him,
don't you?

Spiked at the social club?

We don't know the drug
got into his system at the club.

And given how fast GHB works,

it's more likely he ingested it
after he left the club.

Anyway, Gary said Tullman
had only had a couple of pints

yet there was a strong
smell of spirits on the body.

- I'll get Mark to check the club,
again, shall I? - Yes, please.

Get him to talk to the bar staff.
All the regular punters.

Find out what he was drinking,
and if anyone bought him one.

- What are we doing here, anyway?
- Looking for a murder weapon.

All right. Cheers, Mark.

Have a look at this.

- This look like pine to you?
- Could be.

Course it bloody is.
Get forensics back over here.

- You think the killer used one of these?
- Aye, and if they did,

they improvised the weapon,
which suggests no forward planning.

- What about the ring?
- Exactly.

They didn't think to bring a weapon,
but they brought the ring.

Now, why are you
sleeping in the office?

And don't give us that look.

Saw your toothbrush
in the loo this morning.

I'd rather not discuss it.

Tough! You're my sergeant
and you're working my case.

I wanna be sure
you're not distracted.

- You saying I'm not on the ball?
- I'm saying you've been prickly.

Look who's talking!

Come again.

Charley and me have been arguing a
bit. Nothing big, but it's draining.

Some nights I can't face it.

- So, you're hiding in the office?
- I don't hide.

I'm trying to give us both some
space. Oh, oh, that's big of you (!)

So while you're kipping
in the office,

eating takeaways
and listening to the footie,

she's stuck at home looking
after the bairn on her own.

No more sleeping in the office.

Either sort it out with your Mrs
or find somewhere else to stay.

DCI Stanhope?

Ma'am, it's Jac, we've just
received a 999 call from Amber.

She's at the Royal Cafe.

- I haven't done anything wrong!
- Get out! Get out!

She won't even listen to us...

- Calm down!
- I wanna see her now!

No, Amber doesn't wanna see you,

John Paul, I need you to calm down!

- That witch has got Amber in there!
- She wants to be here.

You've turned her against us.

John Paul,
you're not helping anything here.

Why don't you leave it for now
and go and cool down?

I'm not leaving without Amber!

You fancy a night in a cell?
That's fine by me.

I just want Amber back!

Well, threatening her's not gonna
make that happen, is it? Go home!

- I can't!
- Why not?

- I don't wanna be on me own.
- Oh, God...

Look, John Paul, I know it's hard,
losing your dad.

But you're just gonna have to
face it, pet.

Now, I'll talk to Amber.
I'll see what I can do.

- Now go home.
- I don't want him back again.

I won't have Barbara
upset like that.

If he DOES come back,
then I just might have to...

You might have to what, Mr Rooney?

Now I reckon Barbara and Amber would
appreciate a cup of tea, don't you?


Aiden, hold on.

Right, go on.

I dropped John Paul off
back at the house.

And how was he?

He was like a big kid. To be honest,
I felt a bit sorry for him.

- Where are you?
- I'm back at the station.

- Aiden, I've told you about that.
- Tullman's insurance claim came in.

The one that he put in for
the damage to his van windscreen.

Ah, does it tell us anything?

Well, according to the statement,
he left the van on Peel Road.

He came out to find
the windscreen was smashed.

Peel? How do I know Peel Road?

It intersects with Efton Close.

Where the Hyndes live?

Marcus! Don't go anywhere, pet.
Don't go anywhere.

Marcus, come back inside the house.
Sweetheart, come back inside.

Don't go anywhere, sweetheart!

Marcus, don't go anywhere!

What's happened? Where is he?

have you tried phoning him again?

- What's the point?
- Because I'm worried about him.

He's 19, for Christ's sake.
I was staying out when I was 15.

Will you just try him again?

I didn't see you worrying
this much when it was me.

Because you didn't matter!

I didn't mean that. I just meant...

Can you please call him again?

Straight to voicemail.

Well, we can put out
an alert out on Marcus

if you tell us why Jim Tullman
came to see you.


The fella who was going to testify
against your son.

We know Tullman's van was parked
on Peel Road about a week ago.

- So did he come to see you?
- Course not.

Someone smashed his van up
when it was round the corner.

Panned in his windscreen.

It wasn't me.

- Hold on. What day was this?
- Tuesday.

Well, there you go, then.
I work all day on Tuesdays.

- Seven till four.
- And I was in Hull last Tuesday.

So, even if Tullman did come
to the house, there was nobody here.

How about Marcus?

Was Marcus here on Tuesday?

Now, it could be that Tullman paid
a visit to Marcus Hynde,

at his home,
a week before the murder.

And as we all know,
a meeting between the accused

and the key witness
before a court case

could result in a mistrial.

So what we're interested in here,
is whether this little tete-a-tete

was the reason he was killed,
but first things first,

we need to find Marcus Hynde
and bring him in.

We've got an alert out and traffic's
looking out for his car.

Good. Now, in the meantime, Kenny,
what's going on with forensics?

Uh, the team went back to
the crime scene this morning, Ma'am.

Right. And Jac,
do you talk to the solicitor?

Yes, Ma'am. Seems Barbara
had been pushing for the divorce,

- but Tullman was resisting.
- Why he was resisting?

The solicitor didn't say,
but she did mention

Tullman caved three weeks ago.

- So, he agreed to the divorce?
- Yeah, but here's the thing,

as soon as he did,
Barbara got cold feet.

She was refusing to sign off on it.

- Good night?
- Spent three hours playing bingo.

- Did you win anything?
- No.

But I did speak to someone who
was at the karaoke on Sunday night.

He showed us some videos
of his mates singing.

I got him to send you one over.
You should have it by now.

- Is this relevant?
- Uh, you'll see...

That's Gary and Lesley.

Looks like they're arguing.

Where's he going?

What time was this filmed?

Around 9:40.

You all right, Lesley, pet?

Come in.

Gary not around?

He's gone.

Gone? Gone where?

He's at The Lennox Street Hotel.


Now, then, the night your mate,
Jim, was killed,

Gary said you and he left the club
together and came back here, hmm?

But that's not what happened,
is it, Lesley?

We know you and Gary
had a row at the club.

And I'm going to
stick me neck out here

and guess that row
was about Jim Tullman.

You were fond of him, weren't you?

I was his first girlfriend.
Before he met Barbara.

I started seeing Gary after that.

Not because I liked him,
but he was Jim's friend and, well,

- I thought...
- You'd still be close to Jim?

So, for 30 years,
you've been in love

with your husband's best mate?

You must think I'm pathetic.

That's none of my business, love.

But what I am wondering is this.

Why was Gary so angry that night,

I mean, why then?
After all this time?

I waited a year
after Barbara left Jim.

I gave him his space.

And then I told him
how I felt about him.

And what did he say?

Said he felt the same,

so we began meeting,

during the day,
when Gary was at work.

- And I'm guessing Gary found out?
- Yes.

But then Jim wanted more
from the relationship

and I said I wasn't ready.

And he said that was fine,
but when we met after that...

...he spoke about Barbara.

Said she'd had second thoughts
about the divorce,

and they'd been in touch.

Lesley, where did Gary go
after you rowed?

I don't know.

Thanks, love.

- Ma'am.
- Kenny?

Gary Clayton.

He found out Tullman
was having a fling with his missus.

And I reckon that gives him
a pretty strong motive for murder.

He's over
at The Lennox Street Hotel,

so get a team over there
and pick him up.

- Will do.
- Hold on.

- Aiden?
- Ma'am, I'm at Brunswick Cove.

Where are ya?

Popped up on the system
about an hour ago.

He was arrested
for going on a joy ride last night.

Led two patrol cars on a chase
out of Newcastle.

They finally caught him
about two miles down the road.

Was anyone hurt?

Yeah. Arresting officer.
He punched him and broke his nose.

- For God sake...
- We've got him in an interview room.

Well, you've really
gone and done it now, Marcus.

I mean, most people'd call it
a night after the reckless driving.

But not you. Oh, no.

You had to top it all off by taking
a pop at a traffic officer.

What the hell were you thinking?

- I wasn't thinking.
- Ah, no, well, of course.

You've had a lot on your plate,
haven't you, pet.

GBH charge. Delayed court case.

- Not just the court case.
- Ah, what else is there?

She's picked out a house, y'know?

Says she's buying it
as soon as I start earning money.

This your mam you're talking about?

I didn't mean to hurt that lad.

Now, if you're talking
about Victor Samassi,

I need you to think very carefully
about what you say next, love.

Might be an idea
to call his solicitor.

I dunno what happened.
I really don't.

I remember it was Patrick
who started it. That lad.

He was just defending himself
and I went...

I lost it. I kept hitting him.

I couldn't stop.

When it was over...
When I saw his face...

I'm so sorry.

If you were that sorry, Marcus,

why didn't you admit
to what you'd done?

I wanted to go to the police.
I wanted to hand myself in, but...

But your mam wouldn't let you?

Well, she said that...
it was a one-off.

And that good people shouldn't
be punished for making one mistake.

And what do you think?

I just think about that lad.

Hey, hold up. Not done yet.

I need to ask you about Jim Tullman.

Now, I know he came to your house
to see ya.

He turned up at the front door.

This was after Patrick
had a go at him in town.

He told me to call Patrick off.

He said that he was
wasting his time.

So, you smashed up his van?

What? No.

That wasn't me.
I mean, yes, it did happen

while he was at my house...
but I didn't do it.

- So who did?
- No idea.

Lynda, the neighbour, like,
she was the one that saw it.

She said it was some bloke
on a motorbike.

What did Tullman mean when he said
Patrick was wasting his time?

He said that he was going
to change his testimony

and he was gonna tell the court
that it wasn't me who he saw.

Yeah, right. Why would he do that?

I have no idea.
Because he did see me.

He saw what I did to that lad.

Hold on.

Tullman was gonna
let you off the hook?

And he told you this
over a week ago?

So how come this is the first
we've heard of it?

Because I didn't tell anyone.

Why not?

I was hoping Tullman
wouldn't change his mind.

The truth is,
I wanted him to testify against me.

I needed him
to do what I was too scared to do.

We only have Marcus' word that
Tullman was changing his evidence.

Well, no reason to lie,
he had already confessed.

So what made Tullman
change his mind?

Well, that's what I wanna know.

Kapoor said he was
the ideal witness.

So did Webster.

So why did he switch?


Well, whatever the reason,
he did change his tune,

which meant he was no longer
a threat to the lad.

Still a problem for his mam
and Patrick.

They didn't know he was changing.
They had motive.

And then there's Gary Clayton.

I mean, if he thought that Tullman
was sleeping with his wife.

That says crime of passion to me.

Have we brought Clayton in yet?

He checked out of the hotel.
They're trying to track him down.

Don't the Samassi's have motive now?

Tullman changing his evidence

would mean that Marcus
would walk free.

Monica Samassi was very keen
on getting her brother justice.

And she was at the ferry terminal.

Yeah, but they would have
had to have known Tullman

was changing his evidence.

Maybe Tullman told them.

Well, he's not going
to do that, is he?

And even if he had,
she'd have gone straight to Kapoor.

Maybe. Or maybe she felt so betrayed
by Tullman that she killed him

before he had the chance
to exonerate Hynde.

All right, Jac, look at Monica.

See if there is any way she could
have known Tullman was switching.

Don't sit down, we're going out.

See if we can get some answers
from Mrs Tullman.

There's no way I was going to get
back together with that man.

So why did your husband
tell Lesley Clayton that you were?

I haven't got a clue.

But knowing Jim,
he'd have had his reasons.

- So you weren't in contact with him?
- No.

Lesley said you were.

Yeah, well,
won't be the first time in her life

that Lesley's got it wrong.

I told you before,
I washed my hands of Jim.

- I didn't want him in my life.
- So why did you stall on the divorce?

Aye. The solicitor said
your husband was ready to proceed.

- The only person stalling was you.
- So why didn't you sign?

You're right. You're right.
Jim offered me a divorce

on condition that
I gave up on my share of the house.

I mean, how am I going to
agree to that?

Look at me. I'm a waitress.
I've got no cash, no savings,

no home.

I needed Jim to buy me out,
so I could start again.

So what happens to the house now?

I mean, technically,
you're still married,

- so that means it goes to you, right?
- I haven't really thought about it.

Somehow, I doubt that.

- Whose motorbike is that?
- Oh, that's Doug's pride and joy.

Did Doug know about the troubles
you had with your husband

- and the divorce?
- How do you mean?

Did you discuss it with him?

Uh, yeah,
might have had a chat about it.

And what did he think?

That it was out of order.

What, that your husband
was out of order?

Where is Doug now?

Oh, um, Amber asked him
to get some things from the house.

Thanks, love.

Mr Rooney?

Oi! Oi! Hold on. Hold on.

That was nothing to do with me.

John Paul?

John Paul?

How's John Paul doing?

Injuries are bad,
but not life-threatening.

Kept him in overnight.
We can speak to him this afternoon.

- Right. That Mr Egg and Chips in there?
- Yeah.

Well, he can wait.

Morning, Ma'am!

It wasn't me.

I never laid a finger on the lad.

That's the God's truth.

I... I just went over
to pick up some clothes for Amber.

- That was all.
- Why were you running?

I wasn't. I was just leaving.

What, you were going to abandon him?

- Leave him there in that state?
- Why did you not call an ambulance?

I guess I was frightened.

Of what?

Of whoever did that to him.

I was worried
they might still be about.

Oh, doesn't sound like the tough guy

who was issuing threats
a couple of days ago.

No, look,
I didn't mean anything by that.

So, uh,
what do you make of that, then?

That wasn't me.

Well, we have a witness
who saw a man smash that windscreen.

And she said the man left on a...

What sort of vehicle was it,
DS Healy?

- A motorbike.
- You have a motorbike, don't you?

I was angry.
Look, he'd upset Barbara.

By cheating her out
of her share of the house.

- So, I went to see him.
- Oof. How'd that go down?

He didn't want to know.

He told us to sod off
and mind my own business.

So, I waited down the road.

And when he came out,
I followed him.

- And then smashed his windscreen?
- Like I said, I was angry.

- You know what this is?
- What's that, Ma'am?

Some girl he had a thing for
back in the day,

a girl he had no hope
of landing 30 years ago,

comes knocking on his door.

With nothing
but the clothes on her back

and an estranged husband
with a grudge.

But, he takes her in.

He gives her a job,
roof over her head.

Cos he's a decent bloke,
he's a nice fella.

I was being a friend.

Well, you can tell yourself that
if you like, love.

But I think deep down you thought,
maybe, just maybe,

this might turn into something more.

- Maybe a romance?
- But there was just one problem.

Jim Tullman.

I mean, how were you and Barbara
going to get together

with Jimbo on the scene? Hmm?

And I'd bet you'd have done anything
to rid her of that bully of a man.

He did come to the cafe that night,
didn't he?

Doug, we've looked at every aspect
of that man's life.

And the only person
he knew in Tynemouth was Barbara.

He came to the back door.
He said he wanted to see to Barbara.

I told him she was out.
But he said he'd wait.

- Did you give him something to drink?
- What? No, of course not.

So, he came to the cafe.
Then what happened?

Well, that was it.

He waited.
And when she didn't show, he left.

And you just let him go?

- What else would I have done?
- What else?

Well, maybe you decided
enough was enough.

Maybe you followed him
up to that monument and killed him.

That would've solved everything,
wouldn't it?

He'd be dead.
Barbara'd get the house

and you'd get Barbara.

I didn't kill him!
I didn't do anything.

I just sat there
while he slagged me off.

I sat there like a bloody coward.

Cos the truth is...

...I was scared of him.

There. You happy?

- Why did he come to see Barbara?
- I don't know.

When he left, he said
"Tell her it's about the fig tree".

The fig tree?
What did he mean by that?

I've no idea.

I have never heard cowardice
being used as a defence before.

Well, just cos he's a coward,
doesn't mean he's not a murderer.

Tullman was incapacitated
by the GHB.

You don't have to be brave to tackle
a fella who's been drugged, do you?

Now listen up, everyone.

Tullman did visit the Royal Cafe
the night he died.

He went there
looking for his wife Barbara

but instead,
found Doug Rooney the cafe owner.

Now, Rooney says Tullman was abusive
and then left,

but I want a forensic team
going over the cafe

and Barbara's flat upstairs.

Can you get on to that, Jac?
And Mark.

Rooney said Tullman mentioned
The Fig Tree, now what is that?

A restaurant, shop, cafe?
Find out.

Ma'am. Anita Sinha, the jeweller,

they sent a list of her customers
who'd bought the betrothal ring.

Now, is there anyone
with a connection to Tullman?

- Not that I can see right now, no.
- Right, well, keep digging, Kenny.

- Will do.
- Erm, forensics have confirmed

that the wood posts
found at the crime scene

is the same type of wood

as the splinters found
on Tullman's body.

Did they find the actual
murder weapon?

No. But uniform,
they've picked up Gary Clayton

- outside a pub on the riverside.
- Right!

- Look at the state of you, man.
- My wife doesn't love us.

- Oh, here we go.
- She loves him. Always has done.

- I knew. Even when we got married.
- The barman stopped serving him,

and called the police
once he refused to go.

Right, Gary, I need to talk to you
about the night Jim died.

But you're in no state
to answer any questions now,

- so, I need you to home...
- I went after him.

Gary. For your own good.
I need you to button it.

I was gonna have it out with him.
Man to man. Mano a Mano...

But I ended up
doing something terrible.

- Gary. I'm warning you.
- I went to a strip club.

You what?

- Well, I couldn't find him, could I?
- Give me strength.

I didn't really want to go.

But see,
I knew Lesley wouldn't approve.

I didn't enjoy it, though.

Nice girls, but I just felt
out of place, like.

Make sure you get him home.
Let him sleep it off.

Bloody idiot.

And on the subject of sleep,

where did you end up
spending the night?

At a mate's house.

You need to make good
with your missus.

Yeah, well, maybe Charley
needs to make good with me for once.

Oh, grow up!

You're a husband and a father.

- I don't see why it's always me
that has to back down. - No?

Well, if you don't,
you risk losing them,

- you could end up like him.
- I'll never end up like him.

- Jac?
- Can't afford the posh hotels.

Seriously, Aiden, whatever it takes.

Jac, give me some good news?

The search team
are on their way to the cafe.

Right, listen...

is there any way Monica Samassi

could have known
Tullman might change his testimony?

On the day Tullman died,
she did get a few calls.

Most of them came from an office
at the law court.

Well, well, well.

It was a mistake,

I was just trying
to manage her expectations.

Monica had become
completely obsessed with the case.

She'd pinned everything
on Marcus Hynde being found guilty.

Oh, and knowing
how strongly she felt,

you thought it would be a good idea
to tell her Tullman was switching?

Kapoor asked me to go and see him,
to sound him out,

and I got the impression
he was wavering.

Oh, you hear that?
He got the impression.

Bad enough he tells Monica her
only witness is about to betray her,

it might not even have been true.

I thought it was true.

I've been doing this
long enough to know

when a witness
is getting cold feet.

- So, why not tell Kapoor?
- I don't know. I hoped I was wrong.

But I still felt I had to prepare
Monica for disappointment.

Oh, and in doing so, you gave
her a reason to go after Tullman.

No, she understood.

She said she didn't
hold it against him.

Pull the other one.

There is that lass, stuck in a flat
with a brother she can't help.

And the one man who could've
got her justice is bottling it.

Gonna let Marcus Hynde walk free.

Now, if it was you,
if it was your brother,

wouldn't you have
held it against him?

Why am I here?

Because you thought Tullman
was going to change his testimony.

Webster called you
the day before the trial.

Here, that must've been
a gut punch, that.

Marcus Hynde, walking free,
after what he did to your brother.

Now, we downloaded the routes
for your running app.

The night Tullman died,
you ran more than 5km...

Hmm... According to the app,
you ran from your flat

all the way to Tullman's house.

Then you turned your phone off.

Because there's nothing more
recorded on the app.

- I didn't kill Tullman.
- Well, you went to find him.

Because I wanted to know if he was
gonna let Hynde walk free.

- How did you know where he lived?
- I knew his name.

Webster told me he was a builder,

- so it was easy to find out
where he lived. - Hmm.

I ran over there
to have it out with him,

but he wasn't in.
I didn't see him.

Well, you must've seen him

when you followed him
to the ferry terminal?

I didn't follow him. And I didn't know
he was on that ferry.

I'm telling the truth.

Going along the river
is the fastest way back to the flat.

- I was just going home.
- Why turn your phone off?

It must've ran out of battery!


So, let's go back
to Tullman's house.

According to the app,
you were there for ten minutes.

- I waited to see if he came back.
- How do you know he wasn't in?

- I rang the bell. No-one answered.
- You didn't see John Paul?

- Who's John Paul?
- His son.

- He said he was up all night.
- Well, he's lying.

There was no-one there.

The night your dad died?

You remember that, don't you?

Cos you told us
you were home all night.

Aye. And I was.
I never went out.

Really? Only we know someone

who came knocking on your door
that night, and there was no answer.

- I must've been in bed.
- At ten o'clock?

I was tired. Now leave me alone.

Tell us about the person
who attacked you.

You must be able to remember
something about that.

Was it a man or a woman.
Old, young? Big, small.

I don't remember.

- Was it Doug Rooney?
- I said I don't remember.

Tell us about the fig tree.

I don't want to talk anymore.

- What was all that about?
- I don't know yet.

But I'll tell you
what it's not about,

it's not about the Hynde's
or the Samassi's.

And it is not about Jim Tullman
witnessing an assault...

We've missed something. Jac?

I found something at the flat,

Well, what is it?

There's two shirts
and they're covered in blood.

So, two articles of clothing,

one large men's shirt,

and one medium sized
Northumberland Daggers

replica football top.

What about the blood?

Well, tests show it's human,

and it's the same blood
on both shirts.

Well, someone lost a lot of it.

Can you date the blood?

Determine when
it got on to the shirts?

That's a little bit beyond us,
I'm afraid.

It has to be within
the last two years.

Oh, really, DS Healy?

And that's your scientific opinion,
is it?

The Daggers shirt.
That design is from two seasons ago.


Well, I suppose
I'll have to give you that.

Well done.

- Ma'am, Barbara Tullman's
in custody now. - Right...

Ma'am, regarding the Fig Tree...

The only local reference
I found was a restaurant in Jesmond.

- But it's closed down.
- When did it close?

About 18 months ago.

Gonna show you a couple of photos
of some items we found in your flat,

under your bed, wrapped in plastic.

So, do you want to tell us
about those?

We've tested
these blood stained shirts.

It's the same blood on both.

So, whose ever blood it was,
they lost a lot of it.

OK. All right.
I'll tell you what I think.

I think these shirts
belong to your husband and your son.

And whatever happened to cause this,

is the reason that Jim was killed,

and John Paul
is lying in a hospital bed.

Now, I don't know exactly
what happened,

but I believe it has something
to do with these shirts

and The Fig Tree restaurant.

I don't know the whole story.
I was only there part of the night.

It was Jim's birthday.

John Paul wanted to celebrate.

He booked a table at The Fig Tree.

Night was a disaster.

Jim was in a foul mood,

and it didn't help
that the table next to us

was getting a bit loud.


...Jim tells them to keep it down.

Ah, usually,
people did what Jim said.

But this bloke, he stands up to him.

Tells him they've a right
to enjoy their meal.

So, then what happened?

By this time, the whole
restaurant's looking at us.

Not only is Jim angry,
he's lost face...

I know there's gonna be trouble.


...Jim puts me in a taxi,
sends me home...

...and him and John Paul
wait outside the restaurant.

And I'm guessing
they were wearing these shirts.

Couple of hours later,
they come home...

...covered in blood.

I ask Jim what happened,

but he just tells me
to get rid of the shirts.

So, why didn't you?

I don't know.

I'd planned to.

But then, about a week later,
I saw this story in the local paper.

This young lawyer
who'd collapsed in court.

Died of a blood clot.

There was a picture of him.

I felt sick.

I knew Jim had done this.

He'd killed this poor man.

So, why not go to the police?

Because my son was involved.

Why'd you keep these shirts
for so long?

I told him if he didn't let me go,

I'd send them to the police
and tell them what he'd done.

It worked.

What was this fella's name?


Aldo Rossi.

Interview terminated at 16:08...

The list! Kenny. The list.
The ring list.

I knew it. Aldo Rossi.
Well done, Kenny.

He bought a ring from Anita Sinha,

paid by credit card
on the 14th August, 2017.

Now, who did he buy the ring for?

It's two years since he died.

I'm only now getting back to normal.

Yeah, well...

we're sorry to be opening
old wounds, Mrs Rossi.

The wounds never close, my dear.

Well, I guess we'd like to start
by asking

what kind of person Aldo was.

He was a remarkable young man.

But I'm biased, I suppose.

Did he have anyone special
in his life?

Girlfriend or fiancee, maybe?


Oh, there were lots of girls
who liked him,

but Aldo always said
he wasn't the type

to settle down with a wife and kids?

Oh, is that right?

So, no-one he was close to?

Well, he had lots of friends.

Friends like Ewan?

Yes. Ewan Webster. Do you know him?

He and Aldo were thick as thieves.

To have lost him like that.

Oh, that can't have been easy.

- A loss that can't be recovered.
- Hmm.

So, that night at The Fig Tree...

...they were waiting outside for you?

They were on us so quickly.

Tullman was punching Aldo
before we knew it.

And the son, too.

Aldo's face was covered in blood.

He went down. I saw Tullman...

...kick him in the temple.

I tried to help, but, erm,
the son had me up against the wall.

Didn't hit me. He just...

...held me there...

...let me watch as Tullman
jumped on Aldo's head.

I thought he was gonna kill him.

But he didn't. Aldo walked away.

I took him home.

He was in a bad way,
but he said he was all right.

He even made a joke about it.

Then, six days later I get a call.

He's collapsed. Dropped dead.

Why didn't you tell anyone
at the time?

I thought about it.

But I couldn't identify Tullman,

and the doctor at the hospital
said she couldn't confirm

that Aldo's death
was the result of the assault...

So, how did Tullman come into it?

Witness orientation.

I was there when
they showed him round the court,

and soon as I saw him, I knew.

You should have come to us?

We both know how it works.

A two-year-old crime? No witnesses?
No forensics?

I wouldn't get justice.

So, you doled out your own?

No. I didn't start out
on some revenge mission I...

I tried to forget about it.

But after about a week,
I realised it wouldn't let go of me.

I went to his house.

I just wanted him to admit
what he'd done.

He denied everything,
said I'd made a mistake,

I was harassing him,
and if I didn't leave him alone,

he was gonna call the police.
Can you believe that?

Well, I think
you must have spooked him.

Cos I reckon that's why
he backed out

of identifying Marcus Hynde
in court.

Oh, maybe he was afraid
it would draw attention to himself.


I feel bad
for Victor and Monica, though.

They deserve their justice, too.

How did you get the GHB into him?

I promised him I'd leave him alone
if he just had a drink with me.

To toast Aldo.
And he thought about it. He...

...looked me over, weighed me up.

Must have decided I wasn't a threat.

So, we walked up to the monument.
And he's drinking all the way.

My plan was just to get him
to admit what he'd done.

I didn't care about court.

I just needed
to hear him say it was him.

And did he?

He laughed.

Well, that would have been
the effect of the drugs, pet.

I could feel the anger build.

I tried to walk away.

Got as far as the gate,
but I could still hear him...

And it was just lying on the grass.

So I picked it up.

And I walked back over there.

He's still laughing.

And I hit him.

And I kept hitting him
until I was exhausted.

Why did you shove the ring
down his throat?

I did it for Aldo.

Thought he'd appreciate
the flourish.

- Thought I'd feel better.
- Ah...

But you didn't, though,
did you, pet? Hmm?

Maybe for a day or two.

But then there was John Paul.

Didn't seem right that Tullman
should be the only one punished.

Well, you stopped short
of killing him.


I don't know.

There was a cot.

Still in the box.

I just...

Me and Aldo wanted kids, too.

Ewan Webster, I'm arresting you
for the murder of James Tullman,

you do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention,
when questioned...

you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say,
may be used in evidence.


So, do you want dropping anywhere?

At home. I've called a truce.

Me and the wife
are having dinner tonight.

- We're gonna try and sort things out.
- Oh, good.

Now, if you want my advice,
be patient.

Listen to her.
And be prepared to compromise.

- Right. That's your advice, is it?
- Aye.

- Patience and compromise?
- Yeah. And be flexible.



Can you hear yourself?

Are you saying I'm not flexible?

- I am not saying anything.
- Oh, I'm flexible, mate.

I put up with you, for a start.