Vera (2011–…): Season 12, Episode 3 - Blue - full transcript

RADIO: 'Got an RTC. Terrace
Road. Anybody nearby to respond?'

So, how far to Terrace Road?

Er, about five minutes?
Well, go on, then.

This is Romeo Six.
We are on route.

SIRENS BLARE

RADIO: 'Reports of a break-in.

'Suspect is male, dressed
in black-and-white hoodie.'

Copy that, we're on our way.

THUD

RADIO: 'We have reports of domestic
violence at Jermaine Street flats.'

INDISTINCT SHOUTING



MAN: You know what? I've
had enough of this place!

WOMAN: God's sake,
what have you done?!

I've had enough! Next
time, I'll kill you, woman!

RADIO: 'Romeo Six.

'Can you conduct a welfare check?
70-year-old lady in distress.'

RADIO: 'We have a
drunk and disorderly

'at the chicken shop
on Southern Avenue.'

Oh, give me a break.

ENGINE STARTS

Did a stint down here when I was
in Uniform back in the day. Mm.

I used to see a girl from here.

Arlene, her name
was. Arlene Potts.

Came through to
see her one Sunday.

Went for a walk on Steeley Pier.



She dumped me
halfway across. Ah.

And there's you coming all that
way. I know, but... I liked her.

A lot.

Have you finished?
Yeah, sorry.

Are you gonna fill me in or what?
Well, Leanne Waller. Park warden.

On her rounds this morning

when she sees the body
of a male in the pond.

So she wades in,
pulls him out...

Ah, forensics won't be
best pleased about that.

And that's when she sees
his head's bashed in.

Do we know who he is? No
ID. No wallet. No phone.

But get this - the
responding officer

recognised him as
PC Joel Kingston.

He's a copper? Worked
out of Morgan Road.

Is that who ID'd him, Ken?

Aye, Ma'am. It's a
Constable Pearson.

She said she done her
training with him.

Well, we better check
with the station anyway.

Right.

She pulled him out of the water.

Well, what was she
supposed to do?

She should've secured the area
and waited for us to arrive.

She's a park keeper.

I doubt they teach 'em
crime-scene management.

So, what have we got?

He's taken multiple blows on the
left side of his skull and face.

Looks like a particularly
violent attack with a weapon.

Before you ask, I've
no idea what it was.

Well, it must've
been something heavy

to inflict those
sort of injuries.

Can't confirm exact
cause of death right now,

but I can tell you he's
got some defence wounds.

And forensics found
blood spots over there.

Could be it was an
altercation that escalated?

Seems he was a police
officer. Mm, fit too.

Well, I don't think
that's appropriate.

CHUCKLES SOFTLY I
meant physically fit.

As in he would've been
hard to overpower.

Mm-hm.

Morning, Ma'am. This is Leanne.
She's the one who found the body.

'Ey, that must've been a shock.

Putting it mildly. Well,
we'll not keep you long, love.

You tell me, what
time did you find him?

Just after nine.

And presumably, the park had been
open for a couple of hours by then.

Unlocked the gates at six.

Had you seen the lad before
you found him in the pond?

Or anyone else, for that matter?

Been on the other side
of the park all mornin'.

Someone'd set fire to
the dog crap bins again.

I didn't get up to
here until later,

but there was no-one
around at that time.

Well... save for the poor lad.

Right. Thanks, love. Ma'am?

Morgan Road just
sent through a photo?

Ah, yeah, that looks like him.

So, what d'you reckon?
Well, no phone, no wallet.

Could be a robbery gone wrong.

But then the timing's weird.

I mean, Saturday morning's hardly
a right time for muggings, is it?

Ideal location, though. Quiet.

Lots of cover. Time
to pick your victim.

Yeah, but there
must be easier prey.

Why pick a young, fit
fella in his twenties?

Best get over to Morgan Road.

I suppose it could happen
to anybody, really,

so you've got to be careful
when you're out there.

Jim? Oh, so it's yourself.

Hey. JIM CHUCKLES

DS Aiden Healy. Aiden, this
is Sergeant Jim McDonnagh.

Are you still working?

I thought you'd be
well retired by now.

Well, days like
today, I wish I was.

Ah, so word's out, then,
is it? Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Look, come on through.

Struggling to think what
to fathom. I mean...

I watched him clock off
just a few hours ago.

He was working last night?

Yeah. Just starting
a week of nights.

So what time did he
finish this morning?

Just after six.

Anything happen on his shift?

As far as I know, it was
just the usual Friday night.

Was he working with
anyone? Yeah, Naz Singh.

She's a probationer.
Oh, is she here?

No. She went home
before Kingston.

What was he like? Good lad.

Capable. Smart. Had a
bright future ahead of him.

Is it true? Aye.

What happened?

Oh, well, we're still trying
to work that out, love.

Oh, DCI Stanhope. DS Healy.

This is Gary Sickert, Lisa Hendrix.
They were on last night, as well.

Were you workin'
with PC Kingston?

No, Ma'am. We were in town centre
all night, dealing with the carnage.

So, when did you last see him?

Er, yesterday morning, was it?

When he and Naz got
off the last shift.

How'd he seem? He
seemed fine, didn't he?

Yeah. What happened
to your hand?

Er, some scrote thought it would
be funny to smash up a bus stop.

I cut myself on the glass when
I tried to pin the bugger down.

You had that looked at? Aye.

It's nothing. All right.
Go on. Off you go.

Was Kingston popular?

How d'you mean? Well,
with the other officers?

Ah, we're just one
big, happy family here.

SHE INHALES OK, Jim. You
got an address for us?

Yeah, lives with his mum and
dad. His old man's Phil Kingston.

THE Phil Kingston?

Aye. They're knocking
on his door now.

We'll get someone to pick
up this probationer, Singh.

Get her in for a statement.
So, who is this Phil Kingston?

Oh, ex-police sergeant. Retired.

A bit of a legend
amongst the old guard,

and if he's anything like he used
to be, this is gonna be tough.

Er, yeah, I think
she's just arrived.

Yeah. Right.

Yeah. Phil?

Uh-huh. Did someone do him?

I think we should go inside.

Did someone kill my son?

It looks that way, yes.

Er... L...

Let me talk to his mother.

SOBBING

Come on now, pet.
Don't you touch me!

SOBBING INTENSIFIES

Laptop.

Hey, I'm sorry, Phil.
Any idea who did it?

Hey... Early days.

You must have a theory?

Well, we still have to ascertain
whether it was a random attack

or if was he targeted. Oh!

When'd you last see him?

Yesterday afternoon. About five.

So just before
his shift? Yeah.

And how did he seem?

He seemed absolutely fine. And
not worried about anything?

Like what? Well, I
don't know. Work?

No, no. Joel lived for his job.

And what about
mates? Girlfriends?

Had a couple of mates
from school, but, er,

they fell by the way side when he
joined up, you know how it goes.

Oh, aye. As for girlfriends?

There were a few lasses,
but nothing serious.

And his brother?

They were close?
You mean Shane?

They got on, er... To be honest,
they're different people.

Mrs Kingston, she wants
all Uniform to leave,

including the family liaison.

Oh. I'll go speak to her.

SHE SIGHS PC Joel
Kingston. 25 years old.

Been working out of Morgan
Road nick since he graduated.

His body was found this morning
at 9am in Foxwood Park Pond.

Now, we're still
waiting on pathology,

but it's clear to say he'd
suffered a violent attack.

He doesn't look old
enough to be a copper.

He looks like a kid.

Now, I know this
hits close to home,

but we treat this victim the
same as we treat any other.

He was last seen leaving
Morgan Road at around 6am.

And it's about a 20-minute
walk to the park,

so let's track his route.

Start collecting CCTV.

I want those three
hours accounted for.

Ma'am. Are we saying
this was a robbery?

Well, it's something we
have to consider, Jac,

seeing he was without
a wallet or phone.

So, flag his cards and see
if you can trace his phone.

And check recent
robberies in the area.

Let's look into
his private life.

Phone records, social
media, emails, the lot.

And find out who his mates
were, what he was into.

Kenny, I need you to liaise with
Jim McDonnagh at Morgan Road.

I want a blow-by-blow
account of his last shift -

arrest reports, radio
comms, body-cam footage.

He's already sent some stuff
through, Ma'am. I'll go through it.

And find out what his standing
was with the other coppers.

If anyone had any issues.

OK. Naz Singh is
in the soft suite.

Who? Kingston's work partner.

Oh, right.

I'm sorry to keep you.
I don't understand.

I was with him this
morning. How can he be dead?

Ah, well we're not
sure yet, love.

That's why we're talking to you.

Now, you and Joel worked
together, is that right?

Er, yes, Ma'am. Past few months.

And how was he last night?

Good. I mean,
Joel's always good.

Ah. You two were
close, were you?

We weren't mates or
anything like that.

Joel was baby-sitting me.

So, last night. How was it?

Just the usual nightmare.
Any confrontations?

There was a domestic, Ma'am.
Jermaine Street flats.

Lass was assaulted by her
boyfriend. He had a go at Joel.

This boyfriend got a
name? Er, Dean Lennon.

Girlfriend was Ria Leggate.
The neighbour called it in.

It must've happened before because
Joel called them "frequent flyers".

Right.

Well done, love.

Hey? Come on, then.
You want some?

You're a dead man.
You're a dead man!

Right, let's bring him in.

Kingston wasn't lying when he
told Singh he'd been here before.

Neighbours made about a dozen
calls in the last six months,

all of them about Lennon
and his girlfriend rowing.

What do we know about
this fella? 32 years old.

Previous convictions
for drugs and assault.

And what about his
girlfriend, Ria Leggate?

There's nothing apart from a
minor skirmish at a supermarket.

Mm. LIFT DINGS

It's, what, a 15-minute
walk to the park from here?

About that. Mm. Ten
if you were running.

Ria Leggate?

He's not here. Right.

Er, your lad, love?
Carter, go to your room.

Now, then, the night
before last, love,

one of your neighbours
called the police here.

Yeah. Right. That
were a mistake.

Said you were being
assaulted by your boyfriend.

We were just having a row.

Look, we'd had a
couple of vodkas.

Got a little bit loud. There
were no need for them to call.

We also know Mr Lennon attacked one
of the officers attending that call.

A PC Joel Kingston.
Don't remember that.

Ah, but that attack was recorded
on the bodycam of PC Kingston.

Along with your fella
threatening to kill him.

Why are you lot making
such a big issue out of it?

Dean had a go at him.
So what? He was angry.

Is this what they're sending
detectives out to investigate now?

Ah, no. PC Kingston's
dead, love.

Killed yesterday morning
not far from here.

And the reason they send us out
is because we deal with murder.

So I'll ask you again.
Where's your boyfriend?

He went out. I don't know where.

When did he leave?
Couple of hour ago.

And after he attacked the officer
on Friday night, where did he go?

Nowhere. He stayed here all
night. And then all day.

Well, she's lying. Ah,
well, cos she's scared.

What d'you wanna do now?

Oh... get Uniform to
talk to the neighbours.

And get someone from Domestic
Crime to chat with her.

She may not be interested,
but you never know.

And we need to find
Dean Lennon. Today.

PHONE RINGS Paula?

'Ma'am, we're ready.'

Right. Give us half an hour.

My God!

What d'you think you're
doing? That's a private.

They're giving you the
Outstanding Service medal.

Why didn't you tell us? Because
it's none of your business.

That's just brilliant.
Really. Oh, shut up.

There's no medals going
anywhere. What d'you mean?

Because I'm not accepting
it. And why not?

Because I don't
want to, all right?

He was dead before he
went into the pond.

Cause of death was a
cerebral haemorrhage

caused by significant
blunt-force trauma.

So someone bashed his head in?

At least four separate blows.

Can you narrow
down time of death?

He wasn't in the water for long,

and assuming he went
in just after he died,

I'd say some time between
seven and nine that morning.

And are you any further
forward on the weapon?

As you could see, there
were dirt and rock particles

around the wounds. Mm-hm.

And the forensic team discovered
that a rock near the pond

had blood traces on it.

Still testing, but looks
like a strong candidate.

Which means our killer
didn't come prepared.

It's improvised.

Which fits with our
random attack theory.

Mm. And there was
one other thing.

He has a wound on
his upper left arm.

Recent injury. Looks fresh.
Can't be more than a week old.

Is that a stab wound?
More than likely.

It's been treated. By a
medical professional, I'd say.

Jim McDonnagh says
there's no record

of Kingston sustaining a knife
injury while he was on duty.

So it must've happened
outside of work.

Well, that narrows it down.
Are we sure it's related?

Ah, we're not sure of anything,
Jac, but it's worth checking out.

Kenny, Paula said this injury
was treated by a doctor,

so ring round the hospitals,
see if you can get some details.

Will do. Yeah.

And, Mark - Kingston's
phone, where are we?

Er, we know it went dead at
8:56 the mornin' he died.

The last ping was off
a tower in the city.

Right, and what about CCTV?
Did you check his route?

I'm still working through it,
Ma'am. Well, get a wiggle on.

Jac, what have you got?

Er, I looked at recent crimes
in the park area, Ma'am.

It's hardly a hot
spot for muggings.

No more than a half a dozen
incidents in the last year.

What about around the
time of the killing,

just before or just after?

Not much. Car theft, and a
break-in at a flat near the marina.

Place was smashed up,
but nothing taken.

What about his private life?

I checked his laptop,
socials, call records.

There's barely anything there.

Didn't have much of a
life outside of work.

Well, there's gotta
be something, Jac.

Supported his local rugby club?

Ah, well, keep looking.

OK, Kenny, check out
this knife wound. Ma'am.

Aiden, find Dean Lennon. I'm
going to see the Kingstons.

Well, looks like
Joel was well loved.

What?

The flowers.

They're from Phil's friends.

Here we go.

Hey, thanks, love.

Do you know who killed
him? Er, not yet, pet.

But we will. When you do...

..you tell them what a
wonderful lad Joel was.

You tell them they
took away a pure soul.

You said you had a
question? Oh, aye.

Erm, I wanted to ask you about an
injury Joel picked up recently.

What injury? A stab
wound on his upper arm.

What d'you mean, "a stab wound"?
Well, that's what it looks like.

We asked at the station, but...

they said it hadn't
happened on duty.

Why would anyone stab Joel?

Ah, well, I was hoping
you could tell me, pet.

First we're hearing of it.

Shane? Aye.

Er... it was my fault.

About a week ago, me and
Joel went out clubbing.

I got into an argument
with some guy at the bar,

and things kicked off
with him and his mates.

Joel had to jump in to
get us out of there.

But one of them must have had
a blade, and they stuck Joel.

But we didn't notice until
we were out of there.

Well, why didn't he
report the assault?

Said it'd be too much hassle.

Which club was this?
Emerge. In the city centre.

Emerge. And did you know
these lads? So it was you.

You got him killed! Phil!

Please! Stop it!

Too stupid to see. They
could've tracked him down!

Got him back for the
trouble YOU caused!

Phil, enough!

DEB SOBS

DOOR OPENS

He's a bloody waste of space.

Nothing but trouble since
the day he was born.

Don't give me that look. You
don't know the half of it.

He's a junkie. Three
stints in rehab.

Not that they did any good.

Jack, that lad's just
lost his brother.

And I've lost my son.
So you're both hurting.

What's with this Dean Lennon?

Might be retired,
still got contacts.

Who told you that? Don't
matter. Did he kill Joel?

You need to take a step back,
Phil. I'm just asking a question.

And I'm just warning you.

This is my investigation.
Stay out of it.

He's just been taken in.

What? Lennon. He's in custody.

Don't your people
tell you anything?

PHONE RINGS That'll be them now.

What?

I called you as
soon as I knew. Aye.

And that was still 15 minutes
after Phil Kingston knew.

How did he find out so quick?
Because Morgan Road is like a sieve!

'..dead man. You're a dead man!'

That you on the tape, Dean?

Looks like me, yeah.
Threatening a police officer.

It was a stressful situation.

Got angry. Said
things I didn't mean.

Plus your man, he was kind of
interfering in a personal matter.

That "personal matter", would that
be you assaulting Ria Leggate?

She's Carter's mum.
I'd never hurt her.

Ah, well, now, here's
the thing, Mr Lennon.

Not seven hours after you
threatened to kill him,

PC Kingston was murdered.

Very sad to hear that. Yeah,
you look heartbroken (!)

Were you near Foxwood Park
early yesterday morning?

No. I was with Ria. At the flat.

Oh. Well, you weren't
with her this morning.

I had some business.
What kind of business?

It was a personal
matter, actually.

I think he's lying.

Ah, doesn't matter what
you think, does it?

Ma'am? What?

It's what you can
prove that matters,

and right now, Ria Leggate's
giving him an alibi,

so were gonna have
to let him go.

What? Er, I've managed to
pull together that CCTV.

So, this is Kingston
leaving work at 6:42am.

And the next time
we see him is here,

crossing Arnholt
Street, at 6:51.

And then this is around 7am.

He goes into this
building on the right...

What's that place? Er,
place called City Works Gym.

It's new. It's been open
for about a month...

He's in there for around 30
minutes, and then he leaves.

And then we pick him
up for the final time

back on Arnholt Street at 7:42.

How far is that from the park?
It's still a good ten minutes away.

Hang on. Go back to where
he went into the gym.

Yeah, now stop it there.

Well, am I the only
one seeing this? What?

Where's his kit?

He was in there for half
an hour. What was he doing?

Wasn't working out, not unless
he was doing it in his kecks.

Find out why he was there.

Ma'am? Kingston's debit
card just got flagged.

Someone tried to access an
online gambling site an hour ago.

Good work, Jac.

I think you should join us
down at the station, pet.

BREATHES SHAKILY

DOOR OPENS, CLOSES

Now, I hear you're a
fan of poker, Leanne.

DCI Stanhope has
entered the room.

Wouldn't exactly say a fan.

Well, you must like it a bit.

Then why else would you
use a dead man's debit card

to play online?

Now, we found this
wallet in your kitchen.

I would ask you
how you came by it,

but since it was you
who found his body,

I think it's safe to assume
you took it from PC Kingston.

Oh, aye, off-duty
police officer, love.

Now, the question is,
did you kill him for it?

What? Course I didn't kill him!

So you just robbed
a corpse? N...

No, that's not
what happened. No?

I saw the wallet first on
the ground, next to the pond.

Must've fallen
out of his pocket.

Then I saw him
floating in the water.

So why didn't you hand it to a
police officer when they arrived?

I meant to, but...

Well, I'd just pulled a
dead man out the pond.

I didn't think.

Now, we've been taking a peek
at your bank records, love.

Eh... You're in a deep hole.

How long you had a problem?

About a year. Year and a half.

How's it come to this?

One night, I was on my own, bored,
saw one of the adverts on telly.

Thought, "Why not
have a flutter?"

I won on my third go.

Didn't even know what I was
doing. Just hitting buttons.

Bang! There you go - £900.

Been chasing that feeling since.

I know I should've
given you the wallet.

Oh, aye. I wanted to. I did.

I'm not this person. Honestly.

Well, how about PC
Kingston's phone?

Did you pocket that, as well?

Oh, is that why you pulled
him out of the water?

To check what else
he had on him?

No! I...

I couldn't leave him in there.
I was trying to help him.

So where is it?

His phone? Where is it?

I couldn't get it to work, so I
threw it in a bin by the pond.

Oh... Give me strength.

Get Uniform on to it.

Now, that wallet and his
phone are evidence, love,

and to hang onto
them is a crime.

That's not to mention using
a dead man's bank card,

cos that's fraud.

We will be charging you,
pet, do you understand?

Can't gamble in prison, can you?

Did she really think she could use
his card without us finding out?

Oh, I doubt the women's thought
further than her next bet.

Poor woman's desperate.

Desperate enough to kill?

No, she's no murderer.

Looting corpses is
about her limit, but...

..her evidence
proves that Kingston

still had his belongings
with him after he was killed,

which means robbery's
no longer a motive.

I mean, it could still've
been a random attack,

but my money's on
him being targeted.

Yeah, but by who? Well,
we've got two candidates.

First up is Dean Lennon.

Now, he threatened Kingston the
night before he was murdered.

We've got evidence of that,

but the girlfriend is
saying he was with her.

Now, Jac, I wanna know
everything about Dean Lennon,

especially where he was
yesterday morning. Ma'am.

Next stop is the
fella who did this.

Now, the brother is saying

it happened at the Emerge
night club a week ago.

Maybe the fella came
back to finish the job.

So, Mark, get over
to that nightclub,

see if you can find
me a name. Ma'am.

We might want to add Gary Sickert
to your list of suspects, Ma'am.

According to HR, Kingston
made a formal complaint

against Sickert last month
for racial harassment.

Racial harassment?

How the hell was Kingston
being racially harassed?

Oh, he wasn't.

He made the complaint on behalf
of his colleague, Naz Singh.

Well, she never said anything.

OK, Aiden, you get
over to this gym,

and I'll go and have
a word with Naz Singh.

NAZ: Any progress
on who did this?

Not yet, but we are looking
at a couple of candidates.

Including PC Sickert.

What? Gary Sickert? Why?

We know that Kingston made
a complaint against Sickert

on your behalf.

I-I never asked him to do that.
It was all off his own back.

Is it true Sickert harassed you?

He made a few comments.

More than a few, actually.

Just the usual racist jokes.

I was just in the door.

I tried not to let it
bother me, you know?

But it bothered Joel?

At first, he went to
McDonnagh about it,

but he didn't wanna know.

Jim McDonnagh
didn't do anything?

Well, he told
Sickert to apologise.

And did he?

Yeah, but that wasn't
enough for Joel.

So he made the complaint formal.

The thing you have to
understand about Joel,

he never compromised.

There was right and wrong.

So this complaint
caused a lot of tension?

Joel and Sickert had
a row in the rec room.

Did they? It were just words.

But then Sickert got the
others to freeze him out.

And how did Joel
feel about that?

To be honest, he...
he didn't care.

He was in the right.

Can I help you?

DS Healey, Northumberland
City Police.

Recognise this fella?

Never seen him before. He
was here yesterday morning.

If you say so. For
about half an hour.

And then he left, and
then someone killed him.

Sorry, I don't remember him.
Do you have a sign-in policy?

Presumably, you don't just
let anyone walk in here.

It's members only.
Was this guy a member?

What did you say his name was?

Joel Kingston.

PHONE RINGS

He's not a member. So
how did he get in here?

Hello? 'Where are you?'

I'm checking out
Kingston's gym visit.

'And?' Well, the bloke
can't remember him.

And I can't decide
whether he's stupid

or just lying through his
teeth. 'Probably both.'

'What did Singh say?'

Well, Sickert had an issue with
Kingston over that complaint.

'See if you can track him down,

'find out if he caught up with
Kingston yesterday morning.'

I will do.

Could be trouble, boss.

JIM: That Sickert's gonna
put me in an early grave.

Why are you still working?
Can't afford not to.

Ha'way. You've done
your time and then some.

What about your pension?
Made some rash investments.

Don't tell me you bought a pub?

No, Spanish holiday flats,

but the deal went bust
before they broke ground.

Look, it wouldn't have
mattered how I handled Sickert.

Kingston was still gonna lodge
that complaint regardless.

What do you mean by that?

The lad's dead. And I'm sad
and I'm angry about that.

But there's no denying
he was difficult.

Why? Because he didn't like his
partner being racially abused?

Sickert's got a big mouth,

and more often than not,
he's got his foot in it.

But he's a good copper.

And a complaint like
that could put the kibosh

on the rest of his career.

So he had motive?

I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

Oh, you can pretend
what you like, Jim.

But you and I both know
there was bad blood

between Sickert
and the dead lad.

Right, look, as soon as I realised
she was upset, I apologised.

Naz accepted.

I mean, that would've been it if
Kingston hadn't stuck his oar in.

That must've been
a worry for you...

something like that
hanging over you?

Nah, not really. They
don't have a case.

Especially with Kingston dead.

You and Hendrix
came off your shift

after Kingston and
Singh, that right?

We were on the
overlap. 12 till 9.

But you didn't get back to
Morgan Road until mid-morning.

This feels like a conversation
we should be having with my rep.

Just asking a question, Gary.

Lisa?

You got a second?

What's up?

Detective Sergeant
here wants to know

why we were late back to the
station Saturday morning.

Had to go to the hospital.

Ma'am? The hospital have
confirmed that Sickert

was treated for lacerations on his
hand at around ten that morning.

Well, he could've
killed Kingston

and then taken himself
to the hospital.

Risky. Getting yourself treated
for an injury you picked up

whilst killing a colleague.

Are you not just drawing
attention to yourself?

Might seem more odd if you
didn't get it treated. Yeah.

But then we've got
the Hendrix problem.

She's backing Sickert up.

Ma'am? We've just identified
Kingston's last incoming call.

It was from his brother before
he started work on Friday night.

Right. There's this,
which is a bit weird.

An online booking Kingston made
with a guest house two weeks ago.

Well, what's weird about that?

Well, he paid for three nights,

but I checked the dates,
and he was on night shift.

Why book a room if
he couldn't use it?

Where's this guest
house? Whitley Bay.

IRENE: Kingsley, was it?

Kingston.

And when was he here?

Well, the payment
was made on the 19th,

so in the last two weeks.

Do you not keep your
bookings on a computer?

Oh, I don't touch those, love.

It's Darren who deals
with that sort of stuff.

Ah, is he here? No, love.

Thing is, we haven't had many
guests in the past two weeks.

Oh - right, we
had the Marshalls.

Now, they come every year.

But apart from them,
there was just the lass.

And who was she?

A young woman. With
her little lad.

Yeah. What was her name?

Oh, now you're asking.

Oh, was it... Mia?

Could it be Ria?

Aye. That's it. Ria.

So me and Carter went to the beach
for a few days. What's the big deal?

The big deal is that Joel Kingston
paid for your accommodation.

Ah, listen, you can
shrug all you like, love,

but both you and I know this
is not a normal situation.

Now, why was a police officer
paying for your holiday?

It's hard to explain. Were
you in a relationship?

What? No. It wasn't like that.
He was just helping us out.

SIGHS

A couple of week ago,
me and Dean had a row.

A serious one.

I mean, it were my
fault. I wound him up.

Ria, love... I'm telling
you what happened.

Anyway, that cow upstairs
calls the police again.

Kingston shows up, sees my face

and says he's taking me
to a women's shelter.

I told him he was overreacting.

Well, it doesn't sound like
he was. He wouldn't let it go.

In the end, we compromised,

and I agreed to him helping
us get away for a few days.

Drove us up there, an' all.

It were a nice thing for him to
do. And did Dean know about this?

I told him we were staying at my
mum's, but Carter let it slip.

When did the lad let it
slip? Couple of nights ago.

The same night Dean
threatened to kill Kingston?

Well, that's why he lost it.

A copper helping you
out behind his back.

Now, listen, I'm gonna
ask you one last question.

And I want the truth, love.

Was Dean here on
Saturday morning?

He left on Friday night.

After Joel and that
lady copper went.

Came back Saturday lunchtime.

Thanks, love.

DOOR OPENS, CLOSES

Get an alert out for Lennon.

I want him in a cell
by this afternoon.

What are you doing here,
Phil? You let him go.

You need to go home.
Is he up there?

Go home, Phil! I'll
not tell you again.

How did Phil know to find
Lennon at Ria Leggate's flat?

Same way he knows everything.
He's got a mate in every nick.

You don't think he's
gonna hurt Lennon?

Well, I'd rather not tempt fate.

We need to get Lennon
in custody and quick.

Ma'am, you got a call from Jenny
from the Chief Constable's office.

Er... right.

Wants you to call
her back? Yeah, OK.

She said it was urgent.

Yes, all right, I got it, Kenny!

Why are you ignoring them?

Who? Chief Constable's office.

Because I don't want
a medal. All right?

Aw, you're being
daft. Excuse me?

Well, you are,
Ma'am. KNOCK ON DOOR

Er, I've just been over
to Emerge nightclub.

I spoke to the doorman working
the night Kingston was stabbed.

Yeah, and?

Well, he swears it was Kingston that
started the fight, not his brother.

Says Shane Kingston had
to drag Joel out of there.

Now, why would Shane
lie about that?

How long you been in recovery?

Officially? Eight years.

But I was only clean
for about two of those.

Still, you've been
going to the meetings.

Free coffee's free
coffee. THEY CHUCKLE

Ah...

I guess I kept going for Joel.
He never gave up on me, y'know?

And speaking of Joel, love...

..I need to ask you about
that ruck at the nightclub.

Aye. I, er... I lied about it.

I'm sorry. Now, why'd you lie?

I don't know. For
Mam, I suppose.

Just... I didn't want her
thinking badly of Joel.

She's fragile at the best
of times. And now she's...

Anyway, like, even if
I had told the truth,

Dad still would've found
a way to make it my fault.

You and your dad
don't get on, eh?

He hates my living guts, man.
I'm sure that's not true.

Look, I... I don't blame him.

I've been a pain in the
arse since I was 12.

It's not like he
hasn't tried with us.

Just a bit of a crap son.

Joel, on the other hand...

..he was everything
Phil wanted in a boy.

Did you resent your
brother for that?

God, no. No. I loved him for it.

Him being the favourite meant
the focus was off of me.

I was free to screw up my
life in the way I wanted.

Well, this fight at the club...

Aye. Joel started it.

You know, one minute, he
was fine, having a laugh,

next, he was... kicking
off with those lads.

What was it that set him off?

I asked him what happened
at the hospital later,

and he said that one of them
found out he was a copper

and made some smart remark.

Joel just blew up.

Was it like him to
react like that?

No. Joel was always the calm one.
It's usually me who kicks off.

I guess they just got
him on the wrong night.

OK, right, come on. I'll
give you a lift home.

Er, just one more
thing before you go.

The last call Joel received
was from your phone

just before his shift.

Aye. I was getting back
to him. What about?

He'd asked if I wanted to go to
the rugby with him on Saturday.

I was calling to say
I couldn't make it.

Wish I'd said yes now, like.

I'd better go.

Shane Kingston's confirmed it
was Joel who started that fight.

Apparently, these lads had a
go at him about being a copper.

Probably happens
every day of the week.

Yeah, Shane said it
was out of character

for him to react like that.

In fact, everyone we've
spoken to about PC Kingston's

confirmed that
he's level-headed.

So what was it that
tipped him over?

Now, do we know
who did this yet?

Er, still working in it, Ma'am.

All right. Where are
we with Dean Lennon?

We've got an alert out
on him. I'll chase it up.

I spoke to a contact
in Vice about him.

They know Lennon but consider
him a small-time player.

Everything about him
is small time, Jac.

Except his debt. He owes
money to some serious people.

Let's hope we get to
him before they do.

I did some digging on
Hendrix and Sickert, Ma'am.

Sickert's been complained
about before. Has he?

Yeah, he's disciplined
twice in the last 18 months

for comments he made
about female officers.

Sounds like a pattern.

Aye. One that could
get him his jotters.

Mm... And Kingston's
complaint,

that's just one step closer
to him getting chucked out.

Anything else?

Well, I checked into Hendrix
and Sickert's radio log

from their night shift.

They both had their
radios turned off

for nearly two hours
that morning. What?

What time was this? Er,
between seven and nine.

GARY: This always happens! I
think the effort should be made.

You're ridiculous,
Gary. I've got to go.

Can I help you? We're
looking for Gary.

I've made us dinner!

He's in there.
Help yourself. Hmm.

Hello?

We, er, must have
forgot to log back in.

What, both of you?

We'd been working the city centre
Friday night. It was full-on.

Ah, well, I'm not talking
about Friday night, love.

I'm talking about Saturday
morning. What's the difference?

Well, Kingston wasn't
killed on Friday.

What, you think me
and Lisa clocked off

so we could go kill Kingston?

Well, maybe you didn't
mean to kill him, pet.

Maybe you just went to have it
out with him and things escalated.

I'm hardly gonna murder a man
over a poxy little complaint.

Not just one complaint, Gary.

This is your third in 18 months.
The other two were dropped.

Ah, still on your
record, though, isn't it?

And they'll be taken into account
every time you go for a promotion.

Yeah, well, I'm not ambitious.

Wanna keep your job,
though, don't you?

And Kingston put
that in jeopardy.

Do you know what
gets me about this?

You lot make out
like he was a saint.

Oh, he's got you all fooled.
The guy was bent as they come.

You saying he was corrupt?
Heard he was taking backhanders.

From who? Someone big.

Why haven't you mentioned
this before? I dunno.

Bad-mouthing dead coppers
isn't my style, I guess.

You didn't like him,
though, did you? True.

But he was still one of us.

'Sickert's lying.'

He's trying to distract
us from looking at him

by tainting Kingston.

Kenny, what do you think?

Well, I've chatted to a few
of the coppers at Morgan Road,

and none of them mentioned
Kingston as being corrupt.

Ma'am? Background
on City Works Gym.

Jac, is there anything in Kingston's
accounts to suggest dirty money?

No, Ma'am. Oh, there you go.

There's no evidence
to back Sickert up.

Maybe we just haven't
found it yet. Oh, come on.

He said he'd heard he was taking
money from someone big. Who?

How about Gerry Farr?

Who's Gerry Farr?

Oh, he's a medium-sized
drug dealer.

But he's got his finger
in a lot of pies, Ma'am.

Yeah, including City Works Gym.

Gerry Farr's the owner.

ENGINE REVS

TYRES SCREECH

Hello, love. Need to
speak to your boss.

Mr Farr's not here.

Oh, do you mind if
we check? He's busy.

So he is here?

It's OK, Kyle. I'm free now.

Gerry Farr. How can I help?

DCI Stanhope, DS Healy.

Is there somewhere
we could talk?

Nope. I don't know him.

Well, he was in here
Saturday morning.

I'll take your word for it.

And soon after he left, he
turned up at Foxwood Park...

dead, in the pond.

Sorry to hear that. Were you
here on Saturday morning?

Come to think of it, I was, yeah.
And you never saw this fella?

No. But I was, cooped up in here,
the entire day, doing the accounts.

Until when? Around four?

And did you leave the gym
at all during that time?

Not that I can recall.

So, why d'you think he came in
here? And we know he came in.

To work out? Come on,
guys, we are a gym.

Do you get many coppers at your
gym? We've got a varied membership.

Yeah. Except this fella
wasn't a member, was he?

But he managed to get
past your front desk

and stay for half an hour.

Oh, dear. Looks like I'm gonna
have to have a word with Kyle.

Tighten up our security.

Hmm, and talking of security,

how come you've got no
cameras in the building?

They're yet to be installed.

Look, guys, I'm really sorry
to hear about your colleague.

Really, I am.

And I wish I could
be of more help,

but I've absolutely no
idea why he came in here.

No way a copper walks into that
gym and Farr doesn't know about it.

And the fact he pulls up the
drawbridge makes me suspicious.

I don't think Kingston's corrupt.
He sounded like an exemplary copper.

Oh, well, I've met a few
bent coppers in my career -

every one of 'em
seemed exemplary.

On the subject of your
career... VERA SIGHS

Well, why won't you
accept this medal?

Because I don't want one. I
just do my job. I catch killers.

And very good at
it you are, too.

I know! I don't need some
shiny bauble to prove it.

They want to go handing out
medals, give it to the families.

What families?

The victims'.

The husbands, the wives, the
fathers, the mothers, the kids.

All those who's had to
cope with their loss.

PHONE RINGS Are still
coping with their loss.

Where are their medals, eh?

Jac. 'Ma'am, there
has been an incident.

'Dean Lennon's at the hospital.'
Right. We're on our way.

Drink up. We're going.

It'll be all right. Yeah?

Just don't stress yourself.

Hey, love.

So, what's happened?

One of t'neighbours found him
lying outside the flats last night.

They said it were a hit-and-run.

Is he all right?
They had to operate.

Said he's gonna be
in there for a week.

Well, you two better get off
back home. Get some rest.

I can't. What d'you
mean, you can't?

Dean says we're to stop here.
He don't want to be on his own.

Well, you can't stop
here for the week, love.

It's not an hotel.

Now, look here.

You see this here?
That's my warrant card.

And this is me ordering
you to go home.

You too, young man. Come on.

Oh, don't worry. I'll make sure
he knows you had no choice.

Now, go on.

Oh, and Ria?

You might wanna spend
the next seven days

thinking about your
and Carter's future.

Now, here...

You need anything, you call me.

Thanks.

Someone tried to kill me.
Did you see the driver?

I was too busy running. WINCES

Where's Ria?

Ah, I sent her and
the lad home, pet.

What d'you do that for?
Well, to keep 'em safe.

I mean, whoever did this to you
might come back to finish the job.

Wouldn't want your
family in danger.

I can protect my family.

What, in this state?
I don't think so.

The best thing you can do, love,
is to tell us who you've crossed.

I ain't crossed
anyone. SHE CHUCKLES

With your debts? You owe
a lot of dangerous people.

I settled up.

Really? When was that?

Saturday morning.

That's what I was doing
when Kingston got done.

So who did this to you?

It was one of your
lot who did it.

Ever since you two brought me in,
I've had someone following me.

Who's been following you?

Probably one of
Kingston's copper mates.

I know how you lot operate.

You're not so big on
your "due process"

when it comes to one
of your own, are you?

Just because he's hanging round
the flat doesn't mean it's him.

Would you still be saying that if
Phil Kingston wasn't an ex-copper?

No, but he is, so I am.
Get yourself over to Ria's.

Find out what the RTC
investigator's saying.

Is your dad in, love?

Yeah? Excuse me, pet.

Where were you last night?

Last night. Where were you?
Hell's it got to do with you?

Because somebody tried to
kill Dean Lennon last night,

mowed him down on that estate.

The same estate you were
parked on yesterday morning.

You've got a bloody nerve.

So did you go back there, Phil?

HE SCOFFS I was a
copper for 30 years.

I swore to uphold the law.

Oh, spare me the "protect
and serve" speech.

I remember you, Phil. You and
your cronies weren't averse

to bending those
rules when it suited.

How dare you!

This family is grieving!

Our son is dead. Murdered!

And you're the one who's supposed
to be getting us justice!

Instead, you come in here,

throwing accusations
over some low life!

What about us?!

I need to know where
you were, Phil.

He was here, with his family!

I don't want Mam upset like
that. I have to do my job, love.

I get that, but Dad
was home last night.

He was helping Mam pick
out a casket for Joel.

SIGHS

PHONE RINGS

What's the verdict?

No evidence that the
vehicle tried to brake.

In fact, it looks like it was
accelerating when it hit Lennon.

Any witnesses?
'Nobody's come forward.'

Well, what about CCTV?

The nearest traffic camera

is on the main road,
leading into the estate.

'What did Kingston say?'
That he was home all night.

So where does that leave us?

Well, this stuff with
Gerry Farr bothers me,

so... I'm to going to see
the lad's partner again.

Hey, going a fair
old lick there, pet.

NAZ EXHALES DEEPLY
Takes me back.

Yeah, I'm just...
trying to clear my head.

Ah. Thinking about Joel?

Yeah, him.

And whether or not I want to
be a police officer any more.

NAZ SIGHS I dunno.

Not sure I'm cut out for this.

Well, the decision's
yours, of course, pet.

And I wouldn't judge you
if you did decide to quit.

But I will say this - no-one
is cut out for this job.

You grow into it.
You get better at it.

And you cope.

No such thing as
a natural copper.

Except maybe for Joel.

Well, now, he's the
reason I'm here.

No way was Joel corrupt.

Now, we haven't found
any concrete evidence,

but we are looking.

Now, on the day he died, he paid
a visit to the City Works Gym.

Do you know it?

Don't think so. He didn't
mention going there?

Not to me.

Well, that gym is
owned by a Gerry Farr.

Now, the fella
keeps his head down,

but he's known to be
involved in organised crime.

What?

Nothing. It's just...

Just what?

It was a stop. Last week.

Car was driving erratically,
so we pulled him over.

Joel got out and
spoke to the driver,

and I stayed in the car and
ran the registration details.

And it was Gerry Farr? Yeah.

What happened?

Nothing. Joel dealt with him.

I was sure he was
gonna get arrested,

cos he seemed out of it.

But they must've spoke
for about ten minutes,

and then Joel just let him go.

Did he say why he let him go?

No. In fact, he
snapped my face off me

when I tried to
ask him about it.

Well, whatever Kingston's reasons
were for letting Farr go that night,

he didn't put in a report.

And there was no record
of the stop, Ma'am.

Yeah, but Singh said she
accessed the database,

so it should've been flagged.

I'll check it out. Shouldn't
we bring Farr in, Ma'am?

He said he didn't know Kingston,
but this stop proves he was lying.

Ah, it's not enough, Jac.

We're gonna need more than that
if we're gonna sit him down.

Mark, see what you can do
to track Farr's movements

on the morning Kingston died.

Ma'am? Come and
take a look at this.

I went through the
personal call records

of Hendrix and Sickert?

Now, she called him four times on
the morning that Kingston died.

What time was that?
Between 7-8am.

When they both said
they were together.

Then I can't explain it.

Well, I'll have a
go, then, shall I?

Now, you and Sickert weren't
together the entire shift

that morning like you said.

Seems you needed to contact him,

but you couldn't do
that on the radio.

Because you switched it off.

So you tried to call
him on his mobile -

four times in the
space of an hour.

Now, what was it
that was so urgent?

Now, listen, love,

you covering for your
mate, that's one thing.

Now, I get that.

But we're talking about the
death of an officer here.

So, did PC Sickert
disappear during his shift?

Where did he go?

Just said he had
something to take care of

and that I was to cover for him.

How long was he gone for?

About an hour. He
came back eventually.

Said everything was sorted.

That's when I noticed
his hand was all cut up.

After he came back.

Why you arresting him?
What's going on, Gary?

I love you.

You need to calm down, love.
This is out of order, this is.

Keeping me in overnight. I
know people in this nick.

Now, what did you
need to take care of?

What are you on about?

Well, the morning Kingston died,
you asked Hendrix to cover for you.

And when she asked why, you said
you had something to take care of.

Now, what was it, Gary?

Well, it must've been urgent

if it couldn't wait till
the end of your shift.

And it must've been dodgy,
cos you turned your phone off.

Which means we can't account for
your whereabouts that morning.

Now, given your recent
history with Kingston...

I have to ask, were
you in Foxwood Park?

I had no reason
to kill Kingston.

Now, that's not
strictly true, is it?

He'd recently filed a
complaint against you.

And your coat was on
a shaky peg as it was.

I don't care about that.

Naz Singh thinks that you did.

She says that you tried
to confront him about it.

And why did you lie
about your hand?

I didn't. Yes, you did.

You told us you did that
arresting some scrote

who was smashing
up a bus shelter.

But Hendrix told us you did that

doing whatever it was
you were doing elsewhere.

Now sit down!

Now, our pathologist swears Kingston
put up a fight before he died.

Now, did you do that while
you were smashing his head in?

Is that what you think I am?

Oh, I know what you are, love.

I've met dozens of
coppers like you.

They join up because
they like the power.

They like pushing people around.

Bullies in uniforms.

Out there every
bloody night, I am.

Risking my life, dealing
with all sorts of scum.

Now, that's the job, love.

Yeah, what thanks do I
get? Bugger all. None.

Yeah, I've got less rights
than the criminals I lock up.

SCOFFS

You arrested me at my house,
in front of my neighbours.

You've dragged me in here.
You've kept me in a cell.

My wife watched me being cuffed.

Cuffed!

Not that she gives a shit. Hm!

Yeah, she's probably with
him now, probably delighted.

GARY SNIFFS

Yeah, she thinks I don't
know, but I found out.

It's her boss, you know?

Name's Martyn Taylor. Owns
the restaurant she works at.

I found out about a month ago.
I... Where's all this going, love?

That's where I was
on Saturday morning.

I went over to see if I could catch
them out, but they weren't there.

SIGHS So I broke in, all right?

I mean... you want to see
this flat. It... It's huge.

Brand-new Audi parked outside.

You can't compete
with that, can you?

Where was this flat?

It's, er... one of the
posh ones on the marina.

Oh, my good godfathers.

I ended up smashing the place up.
And I cut my hand on his juicer.

Cut his hand on a
juicer. DOOR OPENS

Jac, the list of reported incidents
the morning Kingston was killed.

The break-in at the marina
- who owns that flat?

Owner is a Martyn Taylor, Ma'am.

Ah. Well, get on to
whoever's dealing with it

and tell 'em Gary Sickert's
the one they want.

Are you kidding?
I wish I was, Jac.

So, Sickert is out of the
frame. Who else have we got?

Er, well, there's a
traffic cam near Ria's flat

clocked a vehicle
leaving the estate

around the time of
Lennon's hit-and-run.

The plates are stolen.

They're still trying
to trace the driver.

Yeah, well, tell 'em
to get a move on!

Kenny, that pull-over
involving Gerry Farr -

have we got
confirmation of that?

Naz Singh ran Farr's registration
at 10:15 last Friday night.

But that's all we've
got, Ma'am. Hm.

How about Farr's movements
the morning of the murder?

Nothing that contradicts his
claims he was in the gym all day.

Well, we've got
confirmation of the stop,

so let's pay him a little visit.

AIDEN: I was
expecting a mansion.

Ah, well, he's a smooth operator.
Knows better than to flash the cash.

MUFFLED MUSIC,
EXCITED CHATTERING

He's having a party.

Maybe he knew we were coming.

GERRY: Wahey! I'm coming, guys!
I'm coming! Hang on, hang on.

Come on, guys. Whatever
this is about, can it wait?

Oh. Bad timing?

Er, yeah, it's the
twins' birthday party.

Well, this won't
take long, love.

A quick chat. You'll be
back in time for cake.

I hear you got pulled
over the other night.

SIGHS What night was this?

Oh, a week ago Friday.

Yeah, I was pulled
over that night, yeah.

By PC Kingston.

What, the copper who
came into the gym?

Aye, the one who turned
up dead soon after.

I don't know what to
say. I had no idea.

So, what happened
during that stop?

Usual.

He asked me my name, my
address, where I was going to.

I told him I was going home.

He checked my licence,
and he sent me on my way.

And you hadn't had a drink?
Nope. Stone-cold sober.

So... why'd he pull you over?

I don't know, you tell me.

Don't you think it's odd

that that same copper
who pulled you over

turned up at your gym
on the day he died?

Yeah, I suppose it was
a little odd, yeah.

Aye. So, here's
what we're gonna do.

Er, we'll make your twins'
birthday one they won't forget...

cos it'll be the one
their dad was arrested.

Give us a minute. I
don't think so, mate.

Come on.

I didn't wanna say before.

Oh, come on, the kid's dead.

I don't wanna be the one
to tarnish his reputation.

Well, that's very
considerate of you.

So, the night Kingston
pulled me over...

..I'd had a couple
over the limit.

He could've arrested
me. I had no defence.

So why didn't he arrest you?
Because he made me a proposition.

Said he knew who I was,
that he could be useful,

give me information.

Then he said he was gonna let me
go as a... a gesture of good faith.

He said he'd come and see me
to confirm the arrangement.

And what did you say to that?

Like I said, I'd had a
couple over the odds,

so I just went along with it.

Ah, so I suppose you're
gonna tell me next

that's why he turned up at your
gym, to discuss the matter further.

He took me by surprise.

He came in, shooting his
mouth off about money.

Oh, course, you wouldn't
entertain that (!)

Why would I need an
informant? Why indeed?

SCOFFS

So, you told him to clear off?

Yeah. He wasn't
too happy about it,

but in the end, he just
went away empty-handed.

And that's the last
I ever saw of him.

I swear.

Well, thanks very much, Mr Farr.

He expects us to believe that
Kingston offered up his services?

Ah, well, he knows we
can't prove him wrong.

There were only two people
privy to that conversation,

and one of them's dead.

You arrested one of my coppers
without even letting me know!

Well, I don't need
your permission, Jim.

And where's Sickert now?
He's probably being charged.

What, you're charging
him for murder?!

No. For trashing the flat of the
fella who's been tupping his missus.

What?! He admitted to it.

Bloody idiot.

Yeah. But since
you're here, love,

er, I want to ask you
a question about Joel.

Now, is it possible the
lad could've been corrupt?

We're looking into any association
he might've had with Gerry Farr.

No, you're way off base.

Look, I know he's Phil's son,
and I know you two go way back.

Couldn't give a damn about Phil.
No? So it wasn't you, then,

who's been passing on
information on this case?

He's the reason I'm
still working at my age.

It was Phil who persuaded me to
invest my pension in those flats.

Lost our shirts, him included.

He's the last person
I'd do any favours for.

Look, I'm telling you
as his superior officer,

there is no way Joel
Kingston was corrupt.

KENNY: Yeah. Got it.
Cheers, man. PHONE CLICKS

Ma'am, we found the car.
From the Lennon hit-and-run.

It's been, er, abandoned
on some waste ground.

All right. Mark's
at the scene.

I'm heading down. All right.

Kenny, do you know anything

about that Spanish property
deal McDonnagh lost money on?

Me? No.

But, hey, wouldnae be the first
time a copper blew his pension.

Well, he wasn't the only one,
there were a few of them.

Including Phil Kingston.
Ah, doesn't matter, Kenny.

Ma'am.

I mean, there's Jim,
still working at his age,

Phil Kingston driving
around in his fancy motor.

You're wondering where
Phil got his money from?

Yeah, too right, I am.

Jac, while we're out, see if you can
pull up Phil Kingston's accounts.

Yes, Ma'am.

OK, yeah, I'll pass that on.
The boss has just got here now.

So, who found it?

MARK: Anonymous caller reported
it earlier this morning, Ma'am.

The owner's a Steven Dale.
He's a teacher... from Jesmond.

He says the car was stolen three
nights ago front of his house.

His story checked out.

Forensics say the
interior's gone.

They've salvaged what they
can, but it's slim pickings.

Is there any witnesses? Ah,
nah. Place is a ghost town.

EXHALES

Hold on.

What does that look
like to you? Hm?

HE PANTS

Got a new inhaler,
have you, pet?

Right, Kyle, now,
here's where we're at.

We found the car that was used in
the hit-and-run on Dean Lennon.

Someone had torched it,

but our forensics team
are a persistent lot,

and I'm sure they'll
find something.

KYLE: No comment.

Ah, well, that wasn't
actually a question, love.

Now, we searched your house.
Er, your mam was there.

And she told us you weren't
at home three nights ago,

the night that Dean
Lennon was run over.

No comment.

Again, not a question.

But we did find a pair of trainers
your mam said belong to you.

Now, those trainers bore
a trace of accelerant,

the same accelerant
used to torch the car.

So, between the car, your
mam and those trainers -

oh, and the inhaler - I'm
confident we'll be charging you

with the attempted
murder of Dean Lennon.

Is there anything
you'd like to say?

And that was actually
a question, love.

Hey, your mam's a nice woman.

I hear she's not been well.

And there's only you
to look after her.

So who's gonna take care
of her if you go to prison?

And you will.

But for how long...
depends on you.

All right.

Have it your way.

I was just trying to scare him!

Lennon.

I was supposed to give
him a scare. That's all.

BREATHES SHAKILY

But he ran out in front of
me. I... I couldn't stop.

Why were you scaring him?
Because I was told to.

By Gerry Farr?

Farr owed Kingston a favour.

Joel Kingston?

Phil Kingston.

Thought Lennon killed his son.

All right, listen up.
You're gonna love this.

It's Phil Kingston, not Joel,
who's been working for Gerry Farr.

So when his lad dies,
naturally, he wants revenge,

so he gets Farr to do it,
keeps his hands clean.

And Farr gets his minion to
give Lennon a good scare,

but Kyle being Kyle, he
makes a pig's ear of it.

So, where does Joel fit into this?
Well, according to Kyle, he doesn't.

First time he'd clapped eyes
on the lad's when he turned up

at the gym Saturday morning.

Did you pull up Phil
Kingston's accounts?

Yes, Ma'am. He looks solvent.
There's a lot out of outgoings.

Well, he's certainly
not struggling.

Is that his phone records?

Kenny? Remind me when Gerry Farr
got pulled over in his motor?

Er, 10:15 last
Friday night, Ma'am.

Well, Phil received a call
from Joel at 10:18 that night.

He called him during the stop?

Wow, this is swanky.

What are the fees on this place?

You thinking of joining? Oof.
Doubt I could afford it, Phil.

And I'm surprised you can,

having sank your pension
into those Spanish flats.

Oh, Jim McDonnagh's still
upset about that, by the way.

What do you want?

Gerry Farr - how long
you been working for him?

Don't know what you're on about.

Yeah, well, that's all right,

because we've got
a witness who does.

Reckons you've been in Farr's
pocket for a few years.

I think we're done here.

This will come out, Phil.
You might as well co-operate.

Do you think Gerry
Farr'll stand by you?

How long before he
throws you under a bus?

He's already tried telling
us Joel was corrupt.

Oh, aye, your best pal dragging your
son's reputation through the mud.

Joel wasn't corrupt. Ah, no.

But you are, and Joel found
out about it, didn't he?

And he called you that night he
pulled Gerry Farr over in his motor.

Now, what was that call about?

HE SIGHS

Did you love your
son? Course I did.

Then honour the lad's memory.

OK, fine.

Farr was paying me now
and then for information.

But it was minor stuff -
background on a dealer, an address,

running a plate or two -
you know, nothing major.

Ah, nothing major?

We're talking about
drug dealers, addicts.

They don't matter. Scum.

Scum? What, like Shane?

Well, that phone call, Phil?

Farr wanted to prove to Joel
that he couldn't be touched,

so he made him call me.

So, what did you say?

I told him to let Farr go.

SHE CHUCKLES

Right, see, everyone
I've spoken to

told me that Joel was
a stickler for the law.

He was hard line, so
I wonder how he felt

when he found out
his dad was corrupt.

I tried to explain,
but he wouldn't listen.

Said, er, I had a choice -

turn myself in and
testify against Farr,

or he'd do it himself.

Yeah, well, that's
quite an ultimatum.

Think I worked all
those years as a copper

to spend my last days in prison?

Yeah. So, what did you do, Phil?

Told him I couldn't do it.

And then what?

Oh, Jesus. You think
I killed my son?

Well, maybe you did the
same as you did with Lennon

and got Farr to do it.

I loved my boy.
I'd never hurt him.

Anyway, I didn't need to. Joel
decided not to say anything.

That's why he went to
see Farr that morning.

Farr called me when he left,

said Joel told him to cut me
loose or he'd turn both of us in.

My own son... bargaining for me.

Because I'm a bloody coward.

AIDEN: 'I reckon
Farr did kill him.

'Even if the lad kept schtum,
he was still a threat to him.'

Yeah, and Farr had
the opportunity.

All he had to do was
follow him to the park.

No, if Farr wanted him dead,
he'd have been more discreet.

Not a brick to the
head. That's not him.

Well, maybe he
got Kyle to do it.

Well, even he would've
made a better job of it.

No, this is messy. It's rash.

It's emotional.

We know next to nothing
about the deceased,

except he was an
exceptional copper.

No girlfriend... or boyfriend.

No mates at all, come to that.

Liked rugby.

What's the name of
the club he supported?

Hartlepool Tigers, Ma'am.
He never missed a home game.

Posted photos all
over social media.

So, when was he last at a match?
Weekend before he died, Ma'am.

So, this past weekend...

..would've been an
away match, right?

Yep.

Where were they
playing? Erm...

Portsmouth, Ma'am.

Let's go inside, Phil.

CAR LOCK BEEPS

DOOR CLOSES

Well, hello, Shane, love.

Oh, could you clear
something up for me?

Joel was due to work
nights all this week.

Is that right? Aye. I
think he preferred them.

So how was he gonna get
to Portsmouth and back

in time to clock on?

What's she talking about?

I'm talking about a call Shane
made to Joel on Friday night.

That wasn't about the
rugby match, was it, pet?

It was about your dad.
Just a second, Vera...

Now, that fight at the
club, when Joel got stabbed,

wasn't Shane who started it.

It was Joel.

Completely out of
character, you said.

Well, that's hardly surprising,

since he'd just found out his
dad was working for a criminal.

So, when did he tell
you? That night?

Did he tell you he was
turning your dad in?

Don't say a word.
It's all right, Mam.

No, no, it's not. You
just shut your mouth.

Don't say a word.
It's all right.

Joel was a mess, like.

Couldn't believe HIS
dad took dirty money.

He said he'd given Dad a
chance to do the right thing,

but, er, you wouldn't
take it, would you?

And you know that's
what hurt him most?

It's not what you did, right,

it's that you were too scared
to take the punishment.

But it was Mam I
was worried about,

so I tried to talk Joel
out of turning him in.

Like, why wreck Mam's life
because of something Dad had done?

He wouldn't listen. Joel never
saw the grey in anything.

That was you. You
made him like that.

So, er, that's why I called
him on the Friday night...

find out what he
was planning to do.

So what did you do, love?

Nothing. He didn't do anything.

You don't get him.

I've already lost one son.
You're not getting another.

You can take Phil.

Deb. Shut up!

You're to blame for all of this!
You and your stupid schemes.

So, what? Did you think I
didn't know what was going on?

You lost everything we
had on those poxy flats!

I knew the money was coming
from somewhere dodgy.

Wasn't from a copper's
pension, was it?!

No, Phil's the one you want.

He's to blame for all
of this. Take him!

Phil didn't do it, love.

TEARFULLY: He might as well've!

Shane... I need to
hear you say it.

Erm...

I... thought if I...

if I could just talk to Joel
coming off his shift, then...

I knew he had to go through
the park to get his train,

so I went there and waited.

When he turned up, he told us...

Yeah, he told us it was done
and dusted, just like that.

I mean, who did he think he was?
Wrecking Mam's life like that?

All because he
suddenly discovered

his dad wasn't as clean
as he made out to be?

I lost it. Went for him.

He knocked us on my
arse and walked away.

So I, er... I
picked up this rock.

And I... I smashed him
across the head with it.

But he... he went
down, and, erm...

..I still had this rage in us.

And that's why I just...
I didn't stop hitting him.

DEB WAILS

You killed your brother?
You killed him first.

He thought you were a god, man.

BREATHES DEEPLY

He changed his mind, love.

What? Joel...

He changed his mind.

What are you talking about?

Decided not to turn
your dad in after all.

No...

But he would've said.

W-Why didn't he say?

KENNY: Are you
sure she's coming?

She said she was coming.
She said she was coming?

I wouldn't have thought a
service medal was her thing.

Shall we go for a bevvy after?
I think she'll want one before.

THEY LAUGH

"Outstanding service",
that's a big thing.

Is she definitely coming?

Well, she's not gonna stand
up the top brass, is she?

Well, she's done it before.

Has she? Didn't go down well.

Don't worry. She's coming.

PHONE BUZZES

Well? Yep. She's not coming.

Oh!

You going for a bevvy? Aye.

ANNOUNCER: 'Please do not
leave your luggage...'

All right, love?

Right, Carter,
got your rucksack?

So, you're all
set? Aye. Think so.

And you've got someone
at the other end?

Mum's going to pick us up.

Thank you for everything.

Come on, let's go.

Now, you have a good trip. And,
Carter, look after your mam.

Hey, thanks for
picking them up, love.

No worries.

So, you decided to stick it out?

Yeah. Figured I
would... for Joel.

Plus somebody told me
that you grow into the job

and eventually get better.

RADIO: 'Control to Romeo
Six...' I hope they're right.

Yeah, this is Romeo
Six. Coming, Control.

'Domestic disturbance in
progress on the south side of...'

Yeah. I'm on my way.

You go get 'em, pet.