01x01 - You're Dead Already

[bunniefuu]

[intriguing string music plays]

[dramatic music playing]

♪

Ladies, come on. Let's go, let's go!

Man, I'd pay extra if he'd shut up for five minutes.

[women chuckle]

[trainer] There's a 10k run ahead of us.

Let's go k*ll it, come on!

[indistinct conversations]

Happy birthday, Dad.

[kisses]

You don't look a day over 61.

Hey. Hey! Uh, don't put your kit in the laundry basket.

It stinks it out!

Oi! You want that game downloaded,

you gotta stay in your bed five nights in a row, remember?

No crawling into mine.

Wait.

I'll see you later after work.

[exhales] All right.

- [siren wailing]

- [indistinct radio chatter]

- Riz!

- Yeah?

- [chuckles] Hasan!

- They dragged you in too.

Supposed to be my first day off after a fortnight.

- Had it booked off and everything. You?

- Same.

[people clamoring]

All right, let's go!

[people shouting]

[helicopter whirring overhead]

[neighs, snorts]

[men chanting]

Detectives, I appreciate you coming at short notice.

Now, I need you to show some presence

here at the perimeter. All right?

We have orders not to engage unless directly provoked. Understood?

- Yes, sir.

- [officer] Good. Come on.

[men chanting]

[men hooting]

[ominous music plays]

Echo 5-1-9-1-2.

Sir, I've got a suspicious male standing on a corner.

Asian, late teens.

Permission to stop and search?

[officer] Negative.

Either of this lot see that, then all hell will break loose.

[crackling]

- [people screaming]

- [neighing]

[people shouting]

- Sir! Do you read me? Over.

- [people resume chanting]

[radio crackles]

Sir?

Sir, do you read me? Over.

[ominous music plays]

Stop!

Move!

[suspenseful music playing]

- [man grunts]

- [groans]

[groaning]

- [music fades]

- [wind gusting]

- [panting]

- [siren wailing in distance]

[helicopter whirring]

[suspenseful music resumes]

- Drop it!

- [music fades]

- Put the taser down. Now.

- Okay.

[tense music playing]

Take it easy.

[panting]

- This isn't me.

- Okay.

Just put the g*n down.

And we'll figure this out. All right?

What's your name?

Can you tell me your name?

[mysterious music playing]

sh*t.

[sighs]

[ominous music plays]

[inhales deeply]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[beeps]

This is Echo 5-1-9-1-2.

[officer] Echo 5-1-9-1-2, come in, over.

I've got an armed suspect on the move,

headed north off Longharvest Lane.

[dramatic sting]

[mysterious music playing]

[plane engines humming]

- [jaunty '40s music playing]

- [hawkers shouting]

Star! Get your evening Star!

- Thanks.

- Star!

- Cheers, darling.

- Last night's raid, more casualties!

Six dead, including women and children.

Get your Star!

- Evening, ladies.

- Good evening, Detective!

- [Murphy] Detective.

- Murphy.

[typewriters dinging]

[phones ringing]

[woman] Charlie.

You're late.

You'd better have

a half decent excuse this time.

There's a w*r on?

Thank you.

[music ends]

- Whiteman.

- Apologies, sir.

Take a seat.

Inspector Farrell is here to join us.

Inspector.

Sergeant.

I'm afraid the Commissioner

has voiced some concerns

over the conduct of some of our officers.

He, uh He thinks there's been

too many near misses.

Tip-offs to the racketeers.

That sort of thing.

- And the Commissioner feels

- He reckons we've got a snitch.

Well

They do say in London you're never

more than six feet from a rat.

Isn't that right, Farrell?

Some of the boys

in the department say you throw cash

at every piece of skirt

going in this building.

- [scoffs]

- I thought you Jews saved your pennies.

Hey, Weissman?

I'm lucky at the dogs more often than not.

And it's Whiteman.

- Nah it's Weissman.

- Farrell.

Heard they hit the synagogue last night.

It's a shame.

Not a racket that can protect your lot

from the Luftwaffe.

I think Farrell has

a problem with me, sir.

Our department has a problem with you.

Enough.

We're all on the same side here.

We just need your take on the subject.

[chuckles softly]

Well [clears throat]

I think the Commissioner

might well be onto something, sir.

And I commend you questioning the men.

You gotta look them in the eyes.

Make 'em sweat.

Though, if I may,

I'd suggest you start quizzing them

a little higher up the food chain.

And a little wider in the waistline.

I'll keep my eyes peeled.

[door closes]

[phone rings]

Calloway extension.

[intriguing music playing]

Charlie.

Call for you, line 2.

- Fancy a drink down The Silk tonight?

- Can't. Got a date.

- Well, who's my competition?

- My sister's Anderson shelter.

- Yeah, this is Whiteman.

- [woman] You have a new errand.

Listen carefully.

Kath, fetch us a cuppa, would you?

A black Wolseley will be left for you.

Keys above the front wheel.

You'll drive it to Longharvest Lane

to pick up a body by 10:15 p.m., no later.

Then drive the body

to the Royal Albert Dock,

and leave it there.

A body?

Risky.

- I've got eyes on me.

- That's why we pay you so well.

Know you are loved, Sergeant Whiteman.

[lights buzzing, clicking]

[people murmuring in surprise]

[people shout in surprise]

[people murmuring in confusion]

The hell was that?

How should I know?

The whole city's on the fritz.

- [thunder rumbling]

- [man] Bloody blackouts

[suspenseful music playing]

[Whiteman] Gotcha.

[grunts]

[mysterious music playing]

What's your story, eh?

[dramatic music playing]

[mysterious music playing]

[bell tolls]

[indistinct conversations]

Please, let me go with him!

- No!

- Please!

Caught your son red-handed.

That's the third time

this month, Inspector.

He needs to learn his lesson.

- [boy] No! No!

- We were so hungry.

[policeman] Oi!

Don't even think about it!

The law is the law.

- [woman] Let me go with him!

- Get him in! Put him in!

[lamp hissing]

[people screaming]

- [policeman] What the hell was that?

- [horse neighing]

[people murmuring in confusion]

- Ma!

- [woman sobs]

- [whistle blowing]

- [woman] Please

One of ours, sir.

[sighs] Whitechapel. Never a dull moment.

Let the mother accompany the boy

to the station.

- Byrne! You're with me.

- [woman] Thank you.

Thank you!

Mm.

[dramatic music playing]

I wonder what they found this time, sir.

I grew up around here, you know?

It's not like it was.

It's worse every year.

Couldn't pay me to live here no more.

[person whistles admiringly]

[giggles] Any business, dear?

Inspector.

[Hillinghead] What have you found?

[Webb] A fresh corpse,

naked as the day he was born.

Like he'd fallen from the sky.

Make way, please.

Out of the way. Out of the way.

Back.

[mysterious music playing]

[ominous music plays]

[man] Give me back my camera.

It's my property.

It's police property.

I found this ponce

taking photographs of the corpse.

[man] Yes, and the ponce

wants his camera back.

[policeman] You have no right

to take photographs.

I have every right, you bona fide ape.

And if your meat hooks

have scratched a single

- [groans]

- [punch lands]

[groaning]

- [onlooker] Go easy on him.

- [Hillinghead] Officer Webb.

[man groans]

Go home at once.

You're to be docked a day's wages.

[grunts]

Right, move along, please.

Come on, move along.

[people murmuring]

Come on, move on, move on.

[male onlooker] Let's have a look.

Thank you.

Explain yourself.

Name's Henry Ashe.

I'm a journalist for The Star.

I was walking by when I heard

the sound of streetlamps exploding.

I saw the body,

assumed he'd been beaten and robbed.

And then I saw his face.

- I shouted for help.

- Then why were you taking photographs?

Like I said, Detective, I'm a journalist.

Byrne, talk to the local trade.

- See if they know the victim.

- Yes, sir.

You may keep your camera,

but the plates are evidence.

- Where do you develop?

- I have lodgings round the corner.

Then I'll collect them

as soon as they're ready.

I have a few plates spare.

- Seems a pity to waste them.

- No, it's a police matter now. Thank you.

You may go.

[mysterious music playing]

[sirens wailing in distance]

Whoa, the state of you.

Okay, come on. Let me check

those beautiful brown eyes.

They did that already. I'm fine.

Yeah, but they don't love you like I do.

Come on, humor me.

Look straight ahead.

sh*t, it's Dad's party tonight.

I've gotta get out of here.

Just say I'm concussed, will you?

If you're concussed,

you're in A&E for 24 hours.

- sh*t. Look straight ahead.

- How is she doing?

Um

Dopey, but not concussed, sir.

- I'd send her home pronto for bed rest.

- You went against my orders.

You had an Asian lad

with a Glock 17 at a far-right rally.

You're lucky I saw him.

- On my day off.

- Dopey?

She's right.

Glock 17, positive?

- Pretty sure, yeah.

- And the victim was far-right?

England's Glory mourners seem to think so.

Can't explain the nudity,

but they do get enthusiastic.

That they do.

- You didn't hear the g*nsh*t?

- [Hasan] No.

- Place is covered, right?

- Yeah.

Most of the cams were fried

in the power surge.

Inspector, thank you.

This is our case, you can leave.

Get some rest, okay?

You okay?

He was just a kid.

- He seemed more scared than I was.

- Yeah, well, great. He won't get far.

- Do you need some time out?

- No. I'll be fine.

Well, I'm gonna need

A written report, and you'll need

me to attend the postmortem.

Poetry.

[siren wailing, chirping]

[Barber] Suspect's name is Syed Tahir.

[Hasan] Identified from CCTV

before the blackout.

[Barber] Yeah, last number he called

was his sister's.

We're trying to get hold of her now.

Syed's in the care home system.

No sign of radicalization.

- So how did he get the criminal record?

- Minor stuff. Misdemeanors. Led astray.

Nothing like this, though.

I didn't hear a g*nsh*t.

If he did it, it was before I chased him.

He'd have had to have stripped him

and got rid of the clothes.

I mean, why bother?

He didn't have time for that.

[mysterious music playing]

Easy, lads. How many times?

He's not cattle, he's evidence.

[Barber] Let's get the formalities over,

shall we?

Sergeant Hasan, can you confirm

this is the same body you discovered?

Confirmed.

Another lusty punter

got sh*t in the rookery, eh?

- Found on his knees?

- Calm yourself, Ladbroke.

He was discovered in Longharvest Lane,

but he wasn't sh*t there.

A head wound like that, the lane should be

covered in blood, but not a drop.

No witnesses heard the sh*t.

No, he was k*lled elsewhere

and then dumped.

[Ladbroke] Don't waste your ink.

- Continental sciences, Ladbroke.

- [groans]

It's good practice.

[Maggie] The bad news is, there's not

one single hit on any of our databases.

No DNA on record,

no dental work and no prints.

He's a John Doe.

[Hasan] Makes no sense

I didn't hear Syed's g*n go off.

No b*llet casings were discovered

on the scene and no exit wound either.

From the wound size, hazarding a guess,

I'd say a 9-millimeter round

fired at medium range.

How would that leave

such a hollow wound in the socket?

None of this adds up.

[grunts]

I was meant to take my wife

to the opera this evening.

- [Hillinghead] What's the opera?

- Pirates of Penzance.

Well, I'm doing you the favor.

[blade rasps]

[Ladbroke clears throat]

The b*llet should be easy enough to find.

[Ladbroke humming]

[Hillinghead] These markings look fresh.

[Barber] This mean anything to anyone?

g*ng sign? Far-right?

- Is that even ink? I'm out of touch.

- It's not far-right.

Fenian or Hebrew claptrap!

Probably says "ass for rent".

Could be a runic symbol?

I've seen them used

by fraudulent mediums before.

Anglo-Saxon.

What about that scar on his head?

- Check A&Es for recent head wounds.

- Can we get somebody on that, please?

And if it goes anywhere,

make sure I get the credit.

[skull cracks]

[brain splats]

[Ladbroke] Good Lord.

Hillinghead, make sure

I'm not going blind, would you?

You see here?

The anterolateral.

There's no b*llet.

And no exit wound.

So the b*llet should still be here.

And it's vanished.

[ominous music playing]

- [thunder rumbling]

- [music continues]

[metal clattering]

[Whiteman] Wait, stop.

I said stop!

[air raid siren wailing]

Come on, get in.

[man over radio] Immediate alert

for bombing raid in East London.

Proceed immediately

to your nearest shelter and take cover.

[tires squeal]

[siren wailing]

[Whiteman] f*ck.

[suspenseful music playing]

[tires squealing]

[expl*si*n]

[explosions in distance]

[music fading]

[air raid siren continues in distance]

[explosions in distance]

Inspector, it's past your bedtime, surely?

Evening, Mr. Weissman.

Moonlighting again?

- You know it's not safe to stop here?

- Ah, they're hitting the factories.

We're safe enough.

You Jew boys should never

have been allowed on the force.

Can't help yourselves, can you?

Always looking to make a bit on the side.

I want my taste.

- What you got in the boot?

- Moonlight.

[Farrell] Hand me the keys.

But I wouldn't if I were you.

Let's see what you got.

[plane engines roaring overhead]

[bombs whistling]

[expl*si*n]

[tense music playing]

[high-pitched ringing]

[thudding]

[grunting]

[dramatic string music playing]

[Whiteman] Farrell.

sh*t.

[man in distance] Help me!

- [people shouting indistinctly]

- [air raid siren continues]

[siren blaring]

[man] Thanks, madam. Enjoy your evening.

- [sighs] Thank you.

- Happy birthday, dear Ishmael ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

- [cheering]

- Thank you.

[Jawad] Mom!

Did you save me some food?

Or have you scoffed the lot?

[kissing]

- Where's the birthday boy?

- He's not a birthday boy, Mom.

- He's old.

- [laughs]

What happened to your eye?

Hey. Hey. Go play. Go play.

Just in time for the cake.

- [laughing]

- [upbeat music playing]

[imperceptible]

Sorry. One second.

[ominous music playing]

[siren wailing in distance]

[Barber] All right?

Sorry to crash the party, Hasan,

but I need a favor.

That MRI came in on the John Doe.

Okay, and?

Scanned his bones from head to toe.

No b*llet.

- That's impossible.

- Yeah, it is.

This is Syed's sister, Aaliyah.

We tracked her down

to ask why he called her.

And she just told us where to stick it.

You've a better chance to get her to talk.

It's a fact.

Look, I know what you can do,

I know how much you give.

And I know the cost on you

and your family.

But I wouldn't ask you to turn it on

if you weren't needed.

She takes the train home

each night after work.

And it's only round the corner.

And if we don't find Syed fast,

we'll have jittery, armed officers

all over the country,

looking to sh**t any Asian lad

with a backpack, guilty or not.

- You're cheap, Barber. You know that?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

[woman over PA] If something

doesn't look right,

report to a member of staff immediately,

or text British Transport Police on 61016.

See it, say it, sorted.

Either you sit this close 'cause it's late

and you're thinking safety in numbers, or

you're wired up under that.

We need to talk. Aaliyah.

- He didn't say anything or do anything

- If you don't talk

- Why would I?

- I chased your brother this afternoon.

I know he's running scared,

and I want to believe he didn't do it.

[female voice] now approaching.

DLR service to Bank.

[Hasan] Five minutes.

You and me.

[train approaching]

What did he tell you

on the phone, Aaliyah?

That the police would think

he'd k*lled somebody.

He wanted me to know he didn't.

So he knew it was gonna happen?

He sounded so freaked out.

How'd he get the g*n?

Friends from school?

Gangs?

He's not into that stuff. He hates it.

[sighs]

You say you're the real deal.

How do I know?

Here.

This is my number.

If your brother calls again,

tell him this from me.

He's got a story to tell,

and I will hear him out.

And I'll make sure he's brought in safe.

[Barber] That seemed to go pretty well.

Do you think she'll call?

I don't know.

- Uh, we'll need a tap on your phone.

- Yeah.

- [female voice] Connected.

- Drop you back at your dad's thing?

Oh, it's fine. I'll walk.

[Barber] Hasan.

Nice one.

[muffled upbeat music playing]

[dramatic music playing]

[music fades]

Inspector Hillinghead.

I thought it best to retrieve

the photographs earlier than

discover them in your newspaper later.

[Ashe chuckles softly]

[door closes]

[gentle, mysterious music playing]

[Ashe shaving]

Do you approve?

[music fades]

These are the ones I took

before your officer arrived.

I think the last one should interest you.

[Hillinghead] A reflection

of

a gentleman.

[Ashe chuckles]

He must have been hiding in the alcove

when I saw the body.

And crept away before the crowds came.

[scoffs] I had no idea he was there.

[Hillinghead] And what exactly

were you doing in the rookery?

Because I am investigating this matter,

you've no choice

but to provide me with an answer.

I'd been up all night.

Taking photographs for a piece

I'm doing on the local nightlife.

- I was trying out a new flash bulb.

- Right.

Where are the photographs?

The bin. They didn't come out too well.

Well, you shall need an alibi

from one of your subjects.

[scoffs]

It's not a difficult request.

I just need proof of where you were.

It'll go no further.

[gentle string music playing]

And this man

This man with you, he would

corroborate you were with him

before you found the body?

- He could go to jail.

- So why risk a photograph?

Stop!

- [Ashe grunting]

- Henry Ashe

[handcuffs clicking]

you're under arrest

for the matter of gross indecency

and unnatural acts behind closed doors.

You'll give the name of the other man

in this photograph.

Are you really so afraid of it?

[dramatic string music playing]

[man] Let the detective through!

[men shouting indistinctly]

- [Whiteman exhales]

- [dog barking]

Terrible loss, sir.

Any witnesses?

You tell me, Sergeant.

[tense music playing]

[music fades]

I'm putting you in charge

of this investigation.

Farrell was keeping watch

on a looter crew working the lanes.

It appears he pulled the Wolseley

over to the curb.

We don't know why.

He didn't call it in.

Whatever he was up to,

the Luftwaffe put a stop to it.

But the keys to the Wolseley were

in Farrell's hands when we found them.

Have you looked inside the vehicle, sir?

May I?

[softly] sh*t.

[exhales]

- We checked the boot, sir?

- It's your case.

[suspenseful music playing]

[music fades]

[Whiteman] Sir.

Good God.

I know there are some rumors flying around

about underhand goings-on

in this department.

Gentlemen, we're detectives.

We don't operate on conjecture.

I will not stand for anyone

slandering Inspector Farrell's good name

until proven otherwise.

He was one of us.

He deserves our best.

- So let's get to work.

- [man] Here, here.

Charlie, call for you.

Yeah, this is Whiteman.

- Hello.

- We wanted the body.

Not a m*rder investigation.

You failed.

All right.

Don't have a conniption fit.

You're in the clear.

I'll cold case it.

You'll destroy

all police records immediately.

By whatever means necessary.

A cop's been k*lled,

I can't just close it.

That's not how it works. I need time.

Hello?

You will honor our arrangement

or suffer the consequences.

Know you are loved, Sergeant Whiteman.

[line hangs up]

[mellow hip hop music playing on stereo]

[Hasan] Mm.

Here.

All right,

I think these are ready to go in, I think.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Who is this, please?

Aaliyah?

[Syed] My sister said I could trust you.

Syed, tell me where you are.

Do you still have the g*n?

We could meet.

Hand the g*n over to me.

Nowhere is safe. We meet in public.

The café on the second floor

of the Stratford Shopping Center.

By the ice cream cone.

Come alone. Now.

- Syed, that's

- [line hangs up]

Hello?

sh*t.

[dramatic music playing]

[tires squealing]

Barber, did you get all that?

I'm two minutes away.

Hasan, if he's armed, it's a shitshow.

Wait until SO19 bring him in.

No, if you send them, you'll freak him out

and they'll take him down.

I just need five minutes with him.

Okay, now.

Yeah. Go.

[suspenseful music playing]

[phone ringing]

Barber, I see him.

- He's on level 2, west balcony.

- Hasan!

Wait for me. That's an order!

My bad.

[siren blaring]

May I?

If you've got the g*n, give it to me.

Syed.

You've got a dozen armed officers

rocking up here in 30 seconds flat.

Give me the g*n,

and they can all go home disappointed.

They won't be.

This isn't a game.

Look, I don't think you did it.

Just give me the g*n, and I'm all ears.

Oh, you're all ears now, aren't you?

You know, you really won over my sister.

She doesn't understand.

What doesn't she understand?

Everything they said

was going to happen, has.

So is what's gonna happen next.

- I shouldn't have brought you here.

- Why not?

All right.

This is how this is going to end.

You're gonna give me that g*n,

I'm gonna take you in,

and we've got all the time in the world

to talk this through, all right?

I was supposed to sh

You were meant to find the body.

That's what had to happen.

That's what I was told.

- You're not making sense.

- And neither will you, soon.

- I promise you on that.

- [woman on PA] security announcement.

- All customers and staff

- Syed, I can protect you.

This is a security announcement.

All customers and staff

must evacuate the building immediately.

This is a security announcement.

All customers

[dramatic sting]

- [women screaming]

- Syed, no wait. Please, don't!

Your sister doesn't think you k*lled him.

Neither do I. Don't do this.

It's too late, it's over.

[officer] Go! Leave it! Leave it!

Come with me now, let's go!

Don't! Don't!

- Take the sh*t.

- [Hasan grunts]

[Hasan panting]

Know you are loved.

[gasps] No!

[eerie, ethereal music playing]

- [sobbing]

- [music continues]

Aaliyah.

May Allah give you patience.

[whimpers]

- [yelling]

- Whoa! Whoa, whoa!

- [spits] I told him he could trust you.

- Okay, okay. All right. Okay.

[sobbing]

I told him

You did everything you could.

[Ashe] You're wasting

your time, Detective.

And mine.

You'd be better off

trying to find the k*ller instead.

Inform your Chief Inspector

that you wish him to contact

the Assistant Commissioner of Police,

Lieutenant Colonel Richard Pearson.

Tell him his married son

was the man photographed with me

last night at the molly house.

They're my alibi.

[ominous music playing]

[Hillinghead] Damn it!

[Ladbroke] Why so glum?

[Hillinghead sighs] This is his alibi.

[snorts]

[chuckling]

[ominous music playing]

Who is this?

It's our suspect in the lane.

Why?

You recognize him?

- No.

- You do.

- I must get on.

- Ladbroke.

- Ladbroke, if you recognize this man

- Let go, man! Let me go.

Burn it, Hillinghead.

If you value the life you have.

If you do not tell me his name,

I'll take it to the highest authority.

Then you're dead already.

And that's all the warning

I dare give you.

[mellow R&B music playing over stereo]

[hesitantly] You drinking

or sipping this month?

[Hasan] Neither.

Are the rest of the ballistics

back from Syed's g*n yet?

Well, the

Okay.

The residue from the g*n

doesn't 100% match up

to the residue on the John Doe.

He was 17.

I promised his sister

I'd keep him safe. What

How the f*ck did this happen?

Shahara, don't you dare

start thinking like that.

- God knows what went through his head.

- A b*llet.

And I've never seen anyone

that scared in my life.

He didn't want to die.

Don't do this to yourself.

I want to find out who that dead guy is.

I want to find out who gave Syed that g*n.

- Wait.

- What?

What? Shahara, wait.

[typing on keyboard]

Two coffee cups.

[Maggie] What you got?

I've seen this kid before.

He was watching me last night.

He's connected.

He knows something.

["What a Difference a Day Makes"

by Dinah Washington plays]

What a difference a day made ♪

Twenty-four little hours ♪

Brought the sun and the flowers ♪

Where there ♪

[whooshing, clicking]

My yesterday was blue, dear ♪

Today I'm a part of you, dear ♪

[crackling]

[song stops]

- [man] Hey!

- [gasps]

[male voice] 408 transmission error.

Vehicle malfunction.

Rebooting now.

[crackling]

Are you okay, Detective Maplewood?

I think so.

[birds chirping]

Thanks for asking.

The whole block's fried.

Scan for electromagnetic pulse.

Anomaly detected.

Source in Longharvest Lane.

[ominous music playing]

Anyone in there?

[eerie music playing]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[metal clatters]

[gate creaks]

[breathing heavily]

- Control.

- [male voice] Control.

I've got a deceased male

with a g*nsh*t wound to the head.

[mysterious music playing]

- [gasping]

- [breathing heavily]

- [Maplewood] Okay. Uh

- [coughs, groans]

[Maplewood] Correction.

[groans]

He's alive.

[eerie note plays]

[dramatic string music playing]