01x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

I love you.
I love you too.

One of this morning's discharges.
Raoul Moat.

He's told his cellmate
he's going after his ex-girlfriend.

If you think these threats are real,
put it in your discharge report.

He'll not have it, Chris.

You and me.

SMASH,
GROANING

I'm afraid your son's been shot,
Mrs Brown.

Released from prison
day before yesterday,

seemingly come up here
in a jealous rage, shoots his ex,

shoots her new fella
in cold blood...

He's done what he wanted to do,
hasn't he? He'll have not gone far.

Can you confirm that the perpetrator
was in HMP Durham

for assaulting a minor?

How do you know that?

I'm the crime reporter
for this city's newspaper.

It's my job to know that.

I cannot for the life of me

comprehend
how he's not still in jail.

I'm afraid we have an issue.

Security Information Report on Moat
was sent

the morning after his release.

What did it say?
Threat of violence.

"If my missus done to me
what that b*tch done to Raoul,

"I hope I'd be brave enough
to do what he done."

People just think Moat's some
jilted lover, getting his own back.

I only said it
to keep him away from us.

Said what, Sam?

I told him Chris was a copper.

He's coming for youse.
Coming for who?

Coppers.

Where is he?
West End.

Where in the West End?

RAOUL: I've got two hostages with us
at the minute, right?

If you come anywhere near us,
I'll k*ll them too an' all.

He said youse coppers done him in.
Broke him.

Tango 190...
'Go ahead.'

A1... A1 roundabout.

I've been shot. I need assistance.

KNOCK ON DOOR

KNOCK ON DOOR

Now, then.
Raoul.

Surprised to see us again, are you?

No. No, no. Just...
Just a bit late, ye knaa?

I want you to take that
to The Chronicle for us.

That's the whole story.
Everything. You get me?

Everything that needs saying,
it's all there.

Raoul, mate... has this not
gone far enough already?

You're not going against us
an' all are you, Rory?

Good lad.

RAOUL: 'Are you taking me seriously?

'Are you taking me seriously now?

'Because I have just downed one
of your officers at the roundabout

'at the West End of Newcastle...

'I'm gonna keep coming for youse.
I am absolutely not going to stop.

'You are going to have to k*ll us
because I am not going to stop.'

Last night, Raoul Moat declared w*r
on Northumbria Police.

That was his second call
to the control centre last night,

moments after he shot
Police Constable David Rathband

at point-blank range.

Miraculously, Dave survived
those blasts, but he does remain...

in a critical but stable condition,

and our thoughts and prayers
are with him.

Prior to that...
CLEARS THROAT

..Moat called Northumbria Police

to say that
he has taken two hostages.

And that he will sh**t
those hostages

if we come anywhere near him.

From this point on,
until we bring him in,

we're putting AFOs
on the entrances to all stations.

There'll be no foot patrols,
no going out solo.

Is that understood?

As of this morning,
we have auxiliary support

and tactical firearms teams
coming in from the Met,

from Yorkshire, Humberside
and Greater Manchester Police.

Phil, there could be valuable intel
on Rathband's dashcam.

We need to get
that footage urgently.

A receipt we recovered
took us here.

B&Q on the Scotswood Road
just after 5pm on Friday.

The manager of that store
distinctly remembers this man.

Orange T-shirt,
Mohican-style haircut.

Thanks, Nisha.

We're analysing every number
that Moat has rung,

both from the mobile
he abandoned at the m*rder scene,

as well as the phone that
he acquired from Mr Sutcliffe.

Successive calls
to an address in the East End,

plus credible intel from a CHIS
in that area,

makes us confident that an OCG
family could be hiding Moat.

Clearly, Moat presents a significant
threat to Northumbria Police.

And as long as this man
remains at large in our city,

it is our job to apprehend him
as quickly as possible.

I'll have to call you later.
All right. Bye.

Rory Sutcliffe?

From him, isn't it?

Raoul Moat.

He told us to bring it
to The Chronicle.

Two hundred.

You want paying for it?

It's a drop in the ocean for youse,
that.

Your sales'll go through the roof!

That's not down to me. I'm going to
have to speak to my editor.

Well? Go on, then.

I'll need the letter.
HE CHUCKLES

They'll not just write a cheque
without knowing what's in there.

Well, maybe I should take it
to the nationals, then?

Sure. You do that.

But that's not what
your mate Raoul wanted, is it?

Mrs Brown, Beckie...

I'm DI Roberts,
but you can call me Nisha.

On behalf of Northumbria Police,
we are so sorry for your loss.

Thank you, Nisha.
Thank you.

Raoul Moat.
Basically his confession.

His... justification,
call it what you will.

Verifiable?
Oh, it's definitely him.

Blames his mother,
blames social services, the police.

He even blames Samantha's mother.

And listen to this...

"I reloaded two rounds,
one for Sam, one for him.

"Sam's was half the powder,
with small pellets

"to cause superficial injury.

"The massive compensation pay-out
providing for her,

"with minor scarring to remind her
not to do this to anyone again."

He actually tries to make out he's
done Sam a favour, it's horrific.

But there's already way too many
people taking his side in this.

Look.

"The coppers took everything
from our man, Moat."

"Good luck, Raoul, man"

I mean, if we run this letter,

all these people siding with Moat
will be all over it.

This is massive for us.
We have to run this!

I mean, this whole city is in shock.

And apart from the risk
of painting Moat

as some kind of wronged avenger,

there is explicit threat
to individuals in here.

"I've read in one newspaper
that her gran says I bruised Sam,

"and my neighbour claims
she's heard me beating the kids.

"I've got a good mind to come back
and sh**t them both."

f*ck.

We have to take this to the police.

Is there anything I can do to help?
Anything you wanna ask me?

I'd like to see him.

Christopher was shot
at extremely close range, Mrs Brown.

I'm afraid his injuries
were very severe.

Can you... Will you take me
to the place where Christopher fell?

Of course.

So, this is a Security Information
Report from HMP Durham.

I'm afraid it flags up threat
of harm against Samantha Stobbart.

So I wanted you to know
that I intend to refer

the entire matter to the IPCC.

You don't mean to do this right now?

Well, this isn't something
we can just ignore.

If Northumbria Police failings
have contributed to this situation,

we can't be seen
to be covering that up.

I don't disagree with you there,
but it's just...

It's the timing of it.

These things always come out
sooner or later.

Better to get ahead of it.

Respectfully,
I urge you to reconsider.

The media are already
a major hinderance to us,

without all this.

Then we need to regain their trust.

Best go and feed the beast.

Perhaps you should lead
this morning, Neil.

Right, thank you.
CLEARS THROAT

Mr Moat...

you have told us that the police
are not taking you seriously.

I can assure you - we are.

You have our full attention.

Innocent people have been hurt.

You have expressed concern about the
future wellbeing of your children.

For their sake, this needs to stop.

These are not the memories

that your children
need to have of their father.

Enough people have been hurt.

You need to make contact
with the police now.

How worried should the public be?
Is he going to k*ll again?

Right, well... the general public
need not be alarmed.

Mr Moat has specifically
and explicitly targeted the police.

Yeah. Just let me finish.
Just let me finish.

And as such, Northumbria Police
have declared this a Major Incident

and we are treating
the search for Mr Moat

as our absolute priority.

Sorry, if you've just now
declared this a major incident,

does that imply that the police
initially underestimated

the threat Moat posed?
No...

Was this seen as a domestic
that went wrong?

Thank you, DCS Adamson.

May I just make a very brief
statement as well, please?

Late on Friday...

..Northumbria Police received
intelligence from the prison service

concerning Mr Moat.

Northumbria Police were not informed

that Mr Moat intended
to sh**t or k*ll Samantha Stobbart.

However...

..we were informed
in a Security Information Report

that Mr Moat may intend
to cause harm to his ex-partner.

One more question...

Right. Just... Just... Just...

Chief Superintendent?
Oh, no.

No, sorry. Look, I've nothing
further to add, thank you.

Er, you will do when you read this.
It's from Moat.

How did you get hold of this?

An acquaintance of Moat's
brought it in. A Rory Sutcliffe.

Seems Moat paid him a visit
last night.

HE SIGHS
OK, OK.

Thanks for sharing this.

There are some very worrying threats
and allegations in that letter,

Chief Superintendent.

I think our readers have
a right to know whether it's safe

to walk the streets of Newcastle
at the moment.

I mean, at the end of the day,

we're all on the same side,
aren't we?

I sincerely hope so.

Mike.
Thanks so much for making time.

Not at all, ma'am.

Speaking frankly, Mike...

I need to fully focus
on leading the force

through what is doubtless
going to be a challenging few days.

And on top of that,
this whole IPCC process

is going to cut
even further into my time.

Which is why I'd like you
to take over gold command.

Pull the troops together.
Big concerted effort.

Understood, ma'am.

So, what have you got on Moat
so far?

Er... Right.

Born in 1973,
second child of Josephine Moat.

No mention anywhere I can find
about the father.

Josephine suffered
from bipolar episodes,

the upshot being Moat
and his older brother

were mainly raised by their
maternal grandmother, Margaret.

Social services
commissioned a report

as part of his request for custody
over two of his kids.

Moat made multiple appointments
to see a psychiatrist,

but missed most of them.

His file is full of reports
about assaults in the home,

attacking his partners,
striking his children...

This is a good start,

but we're gonna need more than
social service reports, aren't we?

Look, I've identified
plenty enough people

who say they've witnessed
these violent outbursts first-hand.

It's getting them to talk
while Moat's still at large,

that's the problem.

They're all terrified of him.

TV: 'Police today admitted
that they were informed

'via a security information report

'that Raoul Moat intended
to cause harm to Samantha...'

'Today, detectives revealed
that Moat contacted police

'around the time
PC Rathband was shot this morning.

'They made a direct appeal to him.'

'You have told us that the police
are not taking you seriously.

'I can assure you we are.'

Steve Neill's
got every available UC out there.

They're staking out credible intel
on different safe houses.

TV: 'A symbolic act
of jealous vengeance, police say,

'against the entire force.'

'As for the police,
huge pressure, of course.

'The paramount need
for public safety

'and troubling doubt.'

NEIL: Some people
are calling Raoul Moat a hero.

Making sources side with him.

The places we're looking,

there's lots of hostility
towards the police.

These people are not interested
in helping us.

We've got doors going in.

We've got businesses
and premises being raided.

We've got phones being intercepted.
The bloody lot.

TV: 'So, a tipoff here,
a suspicion there,

'all leading to sudden armed swoops,
and so it continues.'

STEVE: Moat's been spotted
entering a OCG property

we have under surveillance.

Three different informants have also
said they've seen him there.

We should hit the place. Now.

Let's go.

ARMED OFFICER ON RADIO:
'House is clear, boss.'

NEIL: 'There's simply
too many sightings to deal with.'

ARMED POLICE SHOUT
Show me your hands!

Look, someone on this estate
is harbouring him.

As far as I know,

he's raising a glass to you lot
on the Costa Brava.

He's been spotted at your property,
which makes you an accessory.

Who else is assisting him?
Moaty doesn't need assistance.

He's running rings around you mugs
all on his own.

TV: 'To that end,
PC Rathband's colleagues

'continue their long
and, at times, frustrating search

'for their fugitive.'

PUB GOERS CHANT:
# Raoul Moat is our mate

# Is our mate, is our mate

# Raoul Moat is our mate
He kills coppers

# Raoul Moat is our mate
Is our mate, is our mate

# Raoul Moat is our mate
He kills coppers. #

CHANTING CONTINUES

CHANTING INTENSIFIES

DIANE: Thanks for agreeing
to talk to me.

That can't have been easy.

I feel terrible, you know.

That poor lass, she came to me,
and she told me

that that b*stard
was gonna come after her.

You know, like,
she was terrified of him.

SHE SIGHS

I just said that
Raoul'd have more sense.

SHE SIGHS

Sorry.
No.

Moat was a lot older than Sam,
wasn't he?

Aye. About 15 years, maybe more.

You know, Sam...
Sam was only 16 when she met him.

I mean, 16.

I mean, like, maybe that's why
he was so jealous, you know?

Like, he actually thought that he,
like, he owned her.

Sounds paranoid.

Paranoid?

He's a big bully.

Thinks his fists
are the answer to everything.

And did you ever witness that
yourself?

No. But, like, I heard it.

Like,
when Sam first broke up with him,

he was always
turning up round here.

Kicking the door down,
trying to get her to go outside.

And, hey, mind it wasn't just,
like, Sam,

you know, that he was threatening.
Oh, he gave Pat a right mouthful.

Pat is Samantha's nan?
Yeah, that's right, aye.

Ah, lovely old lady she is
an' all, you know.

Not that it matters
to Raoul Moat, like,

cos he threatened to slap her
an' all.

Were these incidents ever reported?

SHE SCOFFS

I don't think the police
are particularly interested

in our little family rows... do you?

Given everything you've told me...
Mm.

..is it a surprise to you
what happened?

Well...

He said what he was gonna do.

He told enough people.
He even told the prison.

And, like, if you knew Raoul Moat,
if you really knew him,

then you'd know exactly
what he's capable of.

Right? And Diane, these b*stards,
these sick b*stards,

were taking his side and, what,
painting him like he's the victim?

What, Raoul Moat is the victim?

SHE SCOFFS

Nah.

No way.

WHISPERING: Officer... Officer...

Officer!

BREATHES HEAVILY

Officer!
DOOR OPENS

He's been here, hasn't he?

No, Sam. Look.

See the postmark?

Yeah, but he knows where I am.

Look, you're under police protection
here, Sam. You're safe.

You've been through
a terrible ordeal,

and I know you're desperate for us
to catch him.

There is something you could do
to help us with that

if you're up to it?

Me? What can I do?

It's becoming clear
from his messages,

from his phone calls,
from a letter that he left,

what you think of Raoul Moat
matters to him, Sam.

You're about the only person
he'll listen to.

Would you be prepared
to help us get a message to him?

What sort of message?

A personal appeal, from you to him.

The mother of his baby,
asking him to stop all this

and turn himself in.

No way.

Look...

we could write something together,
you and me.

Then we'll let someone else
read it out.

Mr Moat...

..you believe that nobody
cares about you.

The mother of your youngest child
cares deeply.

She has asked me
to read this message to you.

And so that you know that
the message is genuinely from Sam,

she told us about
the Links of London chain bracelet

that you bought her for Christmas.

OK.

This is the message.

"Please give yourself up.

"If you still love me and our baby,

"you would not be doing this
any more.

"When you were coming out of jail,

"I told you
I was seeing a police officer.

' "I said this because
I was frightened.

' "I have not been seeing
a police officer." '

Hello.

'Yeah, Inspector, is this...

'Is this right,
what we've just heard?'

I'm afraid it is, Beckie.

We can't keep hearing about
these things second-hand.

I'm sorry.

We will do better.

Neil.

Have a look at this.

Dashcam from PC Rathband's vehicle.

Just wait...

Coming up... now. There.

See that?

Yeah.

Right.

Once.

Here we go again.

Twice.

Right, keep watching.

There. See?

And then,
if we go to the rear camera...

That's him, isn't it?

Can we get any closer on that?

That's Moat.

Can we get anything on that car?

OK. Here we go.

What's that logo?

It's a Lexus.

Right, number plate: Victor 671.
Yeah.

Delta, Charlie, Yankee.

Right, we're gonna need
the public's help on this.

Let's get this out
across the entire region.

Press, TV, radio, the whole lot.

Right, we need to find this car!

Get onto that.

I need the press office.

How are you doing, Kath?
How are you bearing up?

Not me you should be worried about.

I'll get some drinks.
Do you want tea or coffee?

No, no, I'm all right, thanks.

Dave.

It's me, mate. It's Neil.

I hope you're gonna be all right.

Look, I just want you to know
that, erm...

..every one of us
is rooting for you.

And, erm...
CLEARS THROAT

We'll get him, bloody get him.

Not rest until we get him.

And we've had a big breakthrough.

We've ID'd the car
that Moat is using.

He...

The pictures of him
on the leaflets...

He don't look like that no more.

No?

He ain't so bulky now, you know?

All right, OK.

Well, I'll make sure that everyone
gets that information.

And I'll make sure that everyone
knows that it came from you.

All right?

The doctors...

They say I might never see again.

I'm so sorry, Dave.

Now, then.

Raoul Moat finally broke cover
last night, raiding a chip shop.

Moat stole the night's takings
at gunpoint,

about £100 in cash.

He appears to be acting solo here.

There's been no further information
on the hostage situation,

but we have to take that
at face value,

and factor in the possibility

that he might have taken
innocent people c*ptive.

The raid took place
in Seaton Delaval.

It's about 20 miles
north of the city.

Seaton Delaval?

Where's he going, then?

Have a look at that.

Moat must be lapping that up.

You reckon he's reading this stuff?
We know he is.

He said so in his letter.

Boss? We've found the Lexus.

Where?

In Rothbury.
How many units have we up there?

That's just
a small community station, that.

Two or three personnel, maybe.

We need to get a team up there
right now. Right.

A697, past Espley. ETA 20 minutes.
Over.

ROBBO: 'Arriving at target's
location.

'I've got three r*fles, plus myself
and two surveillance officers.'

Anything?

'Negative. Vehicle empty.'

Spread out and search
the immediate area.

But keep someone on the Lexus,
just in case.

OK. Set up CROPS, please.

Beckie? Good news, we hope.

We've located the getaway vehicle
we think Moat's been using.

'Are you sure?'
Yeah.

It'll be all over the news
pretty soon.

When you catch him,
will you let me know straight away?

It's just I think it's better
if Mum hears it from me first.

Will do.

'Bye.'

What's that?

That there. Can you see it?

Robbo, field right next
to a riverbank.

'Looks like our man
may have set up camp there.

'I need you to secure that site.
Is that understood?'

That's him, look.

That's it.

Robbo, target and hostage
sighted outside tent.

Secure the tent site
and intercept targets.

A Team with me,
B team secure the tent site.

Robbo, target is headed along B6341.

'Confirm, Moat plus hostage
on foot.'

ENGINE STARTS

ROBBO: 'En route to intercept,
over.'

STEVE: 'Visual in ten... nine...'

eight... seven...

'Target will present
on your right-hand side

'after the next bend.'

BANGS

BANGS, SHOUTING

Do we have Raoul Moat in captivity?

Subject one, IC4 male.

Get over. Look at me!

Negative. Subject two...

IC1 male, fitting the description
of Raoul Thomas Moat...

Get him over. Show me your face!

Show me your face!

Negative, sir.

Everybody, absolute silence, please.

Team B, check the campsite, please.

Armed police!

The tent has been vacated.

'The tent has been vacated.'

GROANS

MUTED CHATTER

I want those roadblocks extended

to cover every route
in and out of Rothbury.

Moat is not getting
out of that town.

Is that, er... all traffic, boss?

Two-mile exclusion zone
to all but essential traffic,

and rigorous checks
even on those vehicles, too.

What about local residents?

We'll have to lock 'em down.

FAINT RADIO CHATTER

Can you label that
and get it back to the lab?

Aye, no bother.

In as much detail
as you can remember,

tell me how Raoul Moat
came to take you hostage.

I finishes me stint down the Quay.

I get paid.

You work there as a doorman?

Only Fridays and Saturdays, like.

I'm a mechanic, me.
That's my real job.

Go on. You get paid...

A quick drink with the lads,
and like,

I always stashes my wedge
in the safe in the garage.

What happened next?

It's all a bit of a blur.

And I hears this click,

and he's stood there behind us
with a shotgun.

Raoul Moat is standing there?
Aye.

Takes my money,
"Thank you very much."

Mr Awan told us
about the theft of his wages.

What do you recall of that?

Nowt, really. Sorry.

Tells us get in the car with Nessy.

Would that be Karl Ness?
Aye.

And Ness is already seated
in the black Lexus,

registration number V671 DCY?

If that's what Qhuram says,
that must be how it happened.

If that's the car's reg, like, aye.

Qhuram... we know it's your car.

Aye, I know. It's just...

He's holding a g*n to us.

According to Mr Awan,
Moat held you at gunpoint?

You tell me.

I'm asking you.

Raoul, the fella that's got us,

he goes off for a pee.

So this is when I writes me SOS,
yeah?

Sorry? Your what?

I wrote my sister a letter
telling her to get help.

I says, "Raoul Moat has got us
held hostage.

"Just do what he says and that."

And you were hoping your boss
would find this letter and take it

straight to your sister's house?
Aye.

Would your sister
still have that letter?

Aye.

Should do, like. Yeah.

How's it going up there?

Still no sign.

Right.

You don't reckon he's managed
to get past the cordon, do you?

Well, I can't see how he could have.

He's got no vehicle.

There's been no calls
made to his associates.

There's no traffic
in or out of Rothbury.

He's got to be there, still.
He's got to be.

I found all sorts at the campsite.

They said this might be
of particular interest.

It's got a recording
from Moat on it.

'Four associates of Moat

'have told me independently that...

'and they're adamant about this,
that he was never in Rothbury,

'and that the entire Rothbury setup,

'the Lexus car,
the camping and so forth

'was nothing more than a decoy.

'Is it even possible
that that's true?'

"Raoul Moat Legend"?
I don't get it, Mum.

Why are they on his side?

Look at this idiot.

PHONE BUZZES

Oh, for God's sake! How many times?

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

How did you get this number?

No, we are not interested
in "sharing our story".

Right, listen to me,
and listen to me carefully.

I don't care how much money, no.
It's a family matter.

It's private, right?
And it's gonna stay private.

These people.

So, Qhuram, thank you.

We've got the letter
from your sister.

See? I told youse!

You did, Qhuram. You told us.

Both letters, in fact.

"I am safer than safe, sis.

"It is my friend that is actually
holding me hostage..."

Nice company you keep (!)

You want us to carry on?

"Burn this letter
after you've read it."

I can see why.

You weren't a hostage at all,
were you?

You're Raoul Moat's accomplice.

Where's he now, Karl?

Where's your mate hiding out?

I've telt you, he's not my mate.

Awan's letters have proved
he was part of this.

As were you, weren't you?

For someone who's not your mate,
he's phoned you enough times.

We've got recordings of every call
he made from prison.

"A car with six wheels"?

That's a shotgun and cartridges,
isn't it?

He's asking you to source
the m*rder weapon.

And we've got you
on Moat's own CCTV,

delivering that shotgun
at eight minutes past one

on the day he shot Chris Brown
with it.

We've got the forensics.
Matched the ballistics.

We've got your DNA everywhere.

We've got you texting
back and forth with Moat,

minutes before he turns that g*n
on Chris Brown and Samantha.

You are an accomplice
to those shootings.

You do know what the sentence is
for being an accomplice to m*rder?

Help yourself here, Karl.

Where do you think he is now?

I do not know. OK?

FAINT CHATTER,
PHONES RINGING

Great work, Diane.

That's if anyone'll read it.

Have you seen what we're up against?

They're painting Moat
as every kind of monster.

Moat said that if
he can carry on moving...

he can carry on sh**ting.

Do you believe that?

Oh, aye.

He'll not stop.

RADIO: 'Also, another question
for you.

'Are you frightened to go
out of your house at the minute?'

'Oh, frightened? No way.

'I'd honestly shake his hand
and say, "Well done, Raoul, man." '

Sorry, can you turn that off,
please?

RADIO OFF

NESS: So, the other night
we was at the Maccies at Broad Law.

Just sat off, eating wor scran.

Patrol car pulls in.

Two of your boys get out,

hi-vis, big belts,
giving it the big "I Am", you know?

The walk, "Look at me."

Raoul gans...

.."Them two are getting it."

So, what happened?

What stopped him?

He wanted to finish
his McFlurry first, didn't he?

MOAT ON DICTAPHONE:
'I'm sick and tired of reading lies

'about myself in the newspapers.

'See, the rules have changed now.

'The next lie I see,

'I will k*ll an innocent member
of the public.

'And for every lie you print,

'I will k*ll an innocent member
of the public.'