05x04 - Find Them Dead

[bunniefuu]

Yeah, that's positive on those.
They've checked out, mate.

Yep, all right, received.

Yeah, it's this one.
Right, let's do the check.

Passport and paperwork,
if you'd be so kind.

What you got in the back, and
where you coming from today?

Er, Dusseldorf.

I'm importing a 1951
Petersen Dartmoor.

On behalf of...? Me.

Er, my company.

Er, D Starr Classics.

Need you to step out of
the vehicle, Mr Starr.

Nice school, Wesley.
CHUCKLING: Ah!

Courses. Qualifications.

Now, I know I sound
like those boring gits

you couldn't wait to
get shot of at school.

But they were right. And
here's the fun part...

Where do you want to
be five years from now?

You're putting him on the
spot, Dad! No, I'm not!

You don't have to
answer that, Wesley.

Right, ten years. In
some ways, that's easier.

My uncle... He was an engineer.

Worked on the railways.
He'd take me out sometimes.

It was cool. Right.

Well, now you know the first call
you're making tomorrow morning.

Thank you, Mr Maxwell.

Not just for defending me
in court, but for this.

For everything. I
won't forget it.

Well, don't worry, Wesley. You
won't get rid of us that easily.

Once a client of Terry's,
always a client of Terry's...

BARBARA CHUCKLES

SHIP HORN BLARES

MAN: How you getting
on with it, then?

MAN 2: Yeah, it's
looking good...

INDISTINCT CHAT

Sorry, Superintendent, we, er...

we searched the car.
There was nothing.

Did you weigh it? Mm-hm.

It's well over the weight
for a car of this type.

We searched it thoroughly
inside and out.

Have you got a penknife?

Thank you.

Daniel Starr? Come on.

THEY GRUNT

Got him!

GRUNTING

GLENN GRUNTS,
STARR YELLS IN PAIN

STARR GROANS

GLENN YELLS IN PAIN

STARR GROANS, GLENN MOANS

GLENN PANTS

INDISTINCT

POLICE SIRENS, STARR PANTS

TYRES SCREECH

Get him! GRUNTING

STARR GROANS

Daniel Starr, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of drug importation.

GROANING: Oh, come on!

You're in a whole world
of trouble, Danny.

And you can add the grievous
bodily harm of a police officer

to your charge sheet.

But if you start
cooperating now...

..before you've been charged, before
you've seen the inside of a cell...

..it would count
greatly in your favour.

Who is he, Danny?

Who's importing the
coke? Who's the Merchant?

No comment.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR SHUTS

So...

we've got the number that you
dialled from the phone box.

Very interesting.

You wanna tell us about it?

No comment.

Your mother, Alma.

She's not in good
health, I hear.

What would she want you to do?

Mm?

Choose the path

that almost guarantees a
shorter sentence, surely?

Cooperate.

The Merchant, Danny.

I need a name.

SIRENS BLARE

Good evening, Mr Maxwell.

We'd like you to
come to the station

to discuss a phone call
you received earlier today.

SIGHING: OK.

You'll keep in close touch and
let me know when you've landed?

Yes, I'll message every
day. Cassie'll remind me.

You're all I've got in
the world, you know this.

And you're all
I've got, too, Mum.

I need to do this, Mum.

I think maybe you need
me to do this too.

WHISPERING: OK.

And be careful of
the water, won't you?

And don't forget about
those riptides... Mum!

Did I or did I not grow
up by the seaside? OK.

CAR HORN BEEPS Oh, God!

Ohh, God! MEG CHUCKLES

You're OK. OK.

CAR HORN BEEPS CHUCKLING:
You'll be fine.

I love you. I love you.

OK.

See ya! Bye! Have fun.

Bye. Mwah!

SOFTLY: Bye!

STEPHEN: 'What about
Maxwell's computer?'

We gave up on those
encrypted files?

We didn't give up.
Techies are still trying.

OK. Better late than never.

Be honest, Stephen.

Did you expect Maxwell to
change his plea to guilty?

I did, yes.

Thanks to disclosure, they know
we've got the money transfers,

and Starr ID'ing
him as the Merchant.

They're playing hardball,
they're betting the house.

Why are they so confident?

His barrister, Primrose
Morley, takes no prisoners.

You can expect her to
milk the fact that,

while this investigation was carried
out, Cassian Pewe was in charge.

He had nothing to
do with my inquiry.

"The fish rots from the head
down," will be her line of attack.

Gentlemen.

Look, I wanna be in
court as much as I can.

You're gonna have to
cover for me. I'm on it.

Hey, look, we're closing
in on the Benchdale g*ng,

and soon, we'll get
Albazi off the streets.

Roy? Yeah.

After Cassian, I'm
worried you might be...

..second-guessing
yourself a bit.

SOFTLY: I missed it,
Glenn. I missed it.

I worked with Cassian for years,
and I had no idea who he was.

None of us did. The
fact is Wolfe's right.

After Cassian, East Sussex
CID will be on trial,

and the world will be watching.

So, you seriously think that
Maxwell might... get off?

He's clever. He'll try to
disrupt the trial any way he can.

We've got a strong
case, Roy. We really do.

I know.

I just wish it was...

..stronger.

How you been, Mum?

'Why haven't you
been to see me?'

I, er, told you. I'm
in a bit of trouble.

But, erm, they're gonna sort
something out so you can come visit.

'I miss you.'

Why haven't you been to see me?

Mum...

I'm in prison, Mum.

What did you do, Danny?

Er, it doesn't matter.

They said I'm not
gonna see you again.

Who said that?

'The nurses?

'Listen, look, that's
all rubbish, OK?'

Don't know what they're
talking about. OK?

Mum? Mum? OK?

'Why haven't you
been to see me?'

Er... Bruno, could you
go and get the Sellotape?

I think it's in the drawer
next to the sink. Thanks.

You OK? Yeah.

Sure you're ready
to do this? Mm.

It's... It's what I want to do.

OK.

It's... It's just a
reminder I... don't need.

I'm not saying I never
want to try again.

Bottom line, there are no
guarantees, are there? So...

Right now, I...

I cannot contemplate
another pregnancy.

Which one is it? Er, that
one. Thanks, darling.

OK.

REPORTER: 'As we await Terrence
Maxwell's court appearance...'

REPORTER: 'Serious charges
relating to business practices...'

REPORTER: 'Allegations of
fraud and mismanagement...'

REPORTER: 'The trial is being
held at East Sussex Crown Court.'

BARRISTER: Today, you have
been gathered as a group of 12

to decide beyond reasonable doubt
whether the man you see before you

is guilty of these charges.

Terrence Maxwell purports
to the outside world

to be a humble solicitor
specialising in legal aid work.

He'll tell you how he came from
the wrong side of the tracks

and had to pull himself
up by his bootstraps.

How that instilled a lifelong
desire to give something back.

But Terrence Maxwell
is a corrupting force

of near-demonic proportions.

He's not merely an immensely
cunning and dangerous man,

he is the criminal
mastermind behind a vast

and highly lucrative drugs
importation business.

MAN OVER RADIO: 'How's the target?'
She's taking it all very seriously.

Just over two years ago,
my team became aware

of a new source of
high-grade cocaine

flooding into Brighton
and the surrounding area.

We set about unmasking the
individuals responsible,

but that wasn't straightforward.

Telephone intercepts
finally revealed

a lynchpin figure
known as the Merchant,

and identifying him
became a priority.

You said unmasking the outfit
wasn't straightforward.

Can you elaborate
on that a little?

Well, we soon realised that
to identify the main players,

we would have to reverse-engineer
our way up the hierarchy

by placing the street-level
dealers under surveillance.

And through them, you got
to Daniel - Danny - Starr?

Starr was a experienced
mechanic selling classic cars

through his own business,
D Starr Classics.

Some he sourced locally, others
were imported from the continent.

Which provided
the perfect cover.

They were importing cocaine
from a dealer in Marbella

with direct supply to Columbia.

And forward-wind
to four months ago.

You caught Daniel Starr red-handed
bringing cocaine into the UK?

We did. The drugs were concealed in
the tyres of a Petersen Dartmoor.

'The Merchant, Danny.
I need a name.'

'Terrence Maxwell.'
CROWD MURMURS

JUDGE: Settle down.

Parking's not exactly easy.

To be honest, I thought
they'd take care of that.

What, valet parking?

BOTH CHUCKLE You'll be lucky.

I cycled in from Glynde.
Five-and-a-bit miles.

I suggest you do the same,
you'll have no trouble parking.

Well, in my case, Janet,

that would mean a 14-mile
cycle ride each way.


it on dual carriageway.

No thanks!

Detective Superintendent Grace,
at the time of the investigation,

you were working
directly to Cassian Pewe,

a man subsequently proven
to be deeply corrupt.

Can you really describe
East Sussex CID

as anything other than second-rate
and keep a straight face?

Records were manipulated
right under your nose.

How can you be sure that
anything's accurate,

including so-called
intelligence on "the Merchant"?

Your Honour, my learned
friend is being argumentative,

and the questions
aren't relevant.

Miss Morley, please do move on.

Your team picked up on a reference
to the Merchant on a phone tap

and ran with it.

Unmasking this mastermind became
your myopic focus, correct?

It became "a" focus, certainly.

But the Merchant could
refer to several people

rather than one, couldn't it?

It could be code for
anything. Unlikely.

Early on, we intercepted a
message from the Merchant

that said they would come down
on someone like a ton of bricks.

But that could still refer to
multiple people, could it not?

It's possible.

Yes, it's possible.

I don't wanna come in.

Look, I know it's hard.

Really hard.

We have to keep the normal
things going. Home fires burning.

I've lost a third of my
staff, half my clients.

Hiding under the covers
is not an option...

..even though it's
bloody tempting.

Do you think he did it, Mum?

Are all the things
they're saying true?

Your dad's brilliant
at what he does.

Getting justice for people who
otherwise wouldn't stand a chance.

But he's made enemies along
the way, people in high places.

You think they framed him?

I don't know.

And I don't have a crystal ball.

But the truth has a habit of
coming out, especially in court.

Dad's always saying
that, isn't he?

And how many times has
he been proved right?

Mm-hm.

Hi, Brendan. All good? Yeah.

DOOR CREAKS

Hello?

Hello?

PHONE RINGTONE

Hello? MAN: 'Hello, Meg.'

Who is this? 'Do you
like the photograph?'

How dare you come into my house.

What do you want? HE LAUGHS

YELLING: What the hell do you
want? 'Lovely girl, your daughter.

'Having the time of her
life down in Ecuador.'

Who are you? 'Call me
her guardian angel, Meg.

'I know how much
Laura means to you.

'After the loss of Peter and
Will, she must be so precious.'

SHE INHALES SHARPLY

'South America's a wild place.
People vanish there all the time.'

Oh, God, please, please,
don't hurt them, just...

'I can keep the girls safe,
Meg. I'm offering you a deal.

'And I think you should
accept it for Laura's sake.'

Er... A d-deal?

'First rule, tell no-one,

'or you'll find Laura
and Cassie dead.

'At least when your husband and
son died, there were funerals.

'You might not even
get Laura's body back.

'Are we clear?' But...

Please. 'Good.

'If you wanna see Laura
again, all that has to happen

'is your foreman says two
words at the end of the trial.

'You know what they
are, don't you, Meg?

' "Not guilty." '

I'll see you later. OK!

Bye.

You seem...

..more cheerful.

Erm, yeah. I... I do
feel a bit more...

..optimistic about
things, I suppose.

Good.

I think it would be
a good idea to...

..formalise things
a bit with Bruno.

OK.

Well, there's no rush...
Maybe we could...

speak to his grandparents

about making his
visits more regular.

Giving him his own room.

We haven't given ourselves the
chance to be parents to Bruno.

And...

after everything
that's happened, I...

I just feel like I owe it to you
and to him... to give it a try.

You don't owe me anything.

I want to do it, Roy.

OK, all right, maybe you're
right. Maybe we should...

move things along with him.

OK.

Good luck in court.

Thank you.

These records show annual
payments from D Starr Classics

into your bank account dating
back the last four years.

The first payment
being for £46,000

and the last for £670,000 -

over half a million pounds.

That's a lot of money. It is.

So...

..ten years ago, I put seed money
into Danny Starr's business.

In return, I received a
significant chunk of shares.

I declare the payments,
I pay tax on them.

Er, what is the issue?

I'll ask the questions, if
you don't mind, Mr Maxwell.

So, in addition to being
a very busy solicitor,

you're also a part-time - yet
astonishingly successful - investor?

Well, er...

More luck than anything.

HE CHUCKLES We'll have
no false modesty here.

It's hard to believe, isn't it?

You just lucked your way
into a small fortune,

barely lifting a finger

and having no notion as to
how that money was made?

You know, I defended
Danny Starr when he was...



He'd got... caught up in
a... car-stealing ring

who were basically exploiting his
God-given gifts as a mechanic.

When he got out, he
came to me for help,

and I covered the start-up fee.

Why? Because I liked
his business plan.

CHUCKLES

I liked him.

Mm, oh, so you were
strictly a sleeping partner?

No inkling whatsoever that
D Starr Classics was a front

for wholesale drugs importation?

None. Now, do I feel
angry and disappointed

and ever-so-slightly daft
that I was so deceived?

Certainly.

But am I culpable of anything more
than having a trusting nature?

No. No. No, I'm not.

What are these guys doing?

A deep dive,
warts-and-all review.

Well, East Sussex are
having to clean house

because of what happened
to Cassian Pewe,

and we can't be trusted
to do it ourselves.

Right.

But we're in good company.

Cassian's time in London means
the Met are suffering the same.

You don't need to worry, Vee,
you've only been here five minutes.

Er, the, erm... the bailiff
just nabbed me in the hall,

said we still need
to select a foreman -

foreperson, as
they're now called.

Look, er, I'll take on the role.

As a retired actuary, I'm
self-evidently the best qualified.

With respect, Harold, erm,

as a former DCI with
Hampshire Police,

I think I make the running.

What about me?

Self-starter, managerial
experience, staff of...

Well,

including me, my wife...

PHONE BUZZES Er...

The point is, I'm a motivator.

Hello?

MAN: 'Be thankful they're arguing
about the foreperson, Meg.

'You need to exploit
those divisions,

'snatch the job for yourself.'

How d'you know about the
foreperson? 'Doesn't matter.

'I know. And don't try a stunt
like changing your locks again.

'Otherwise, Laura could
have a nasty accident.

'Hate for that to happen.'
OK, just leave her alone, OK?

Just leave her
alone. LINE CUTS OFF

Superintendent Grace, isn't it?

That's right, yeah, yeah. OK.

Erm, is everything OK?

Sure. Why?

Oh, er, well, you... you
seem, er, a little upset.

You sounded a little upset.

I'm just missing my daughter.
She's away travelling.

Oh, I see.

I should...

Detective Superintendent Grace.

I need to run a PNC check.

WOMAN: 'Certainly, Sir.
May I ask the reason?'

Concern for the owner's safety.

Mr Colin MacKaye, what is your
association with Terrence Maxwell?

I oversee both Mr
Maxwell's personal accounts

and the business
accounts of his law firm.

And how would you characterise
Mr Maxwell's attitude to money?

Well, I can't think of many
clients who are less...

fiscally motivated,
shall we say.

Could you give us some
examples, perhaps? Certainly.

Mr Maxwell paid off his
mortgage about 15 years ago

and could easily afford a bigger
house in a more salubrious area.

But he stayed right where he is.

Only a stone's throw from the
estate where he grew up, I believe?

Just down the road.

Left to his own devices, Mr
Maxwell never keeps his receipts

or claims legitimate
business expenses.

I mean, I'm left to trawl
through bins, pockets,

phones, computers, you name it,

just to take care of the basics.

So, in sum,

this is not a man who
cares about money?

No. He has more than he needs
without resorting to criminality?

Yep.

And especially not
importing class A drugs.

You find that scenario
hard to credit?

I find it bloody hilarious.

MURMURING

What I mean is...

..I just can't see Terry...

..as the Pablo
Escobar of Brighton.

LAUGHTER

Thank you, Mr MacKaye,
that will be all.

SWITCH CLICKS

KETTLE HISSES

I have just heard
back from Margot.

She's gonna come
over tomorrow night.

'Do you reckon you could
get home by eight?'

Yeah, sure, no problem.

Wolfe's here. Er, listen,
I've... I've gotta go.

'OK?' LINE CUTS OFF

How do we counterattack, Stephen?
We need to get back in the game.

Well, put simply, we need
more b*ll*ts in the g*n.

Feels like the defence
are pushing a Maxwell

who's loveably clueless
about everything,

except defending his clients.

Successfully pushing
it, I would say.

PHONE BUZZES

Ah, excuse me.

What have we got? Grace.

Yeah.

OK, thanks.

I've got your b*llet, Stephen.

Being foreperson is not so
different from account managing,

something that I've done

in the pharmaceutical
industry for a decade.

I have a... a wealth
of experience.

And, erm... MEG CHUCKLES

Above all, I am a good
listener and communicator.

And I feel that those qualities
are absolutely germane

to the role of foreperson.

OTHERS MURMUR

SOFTLY: Thank you.

Your Honour.

We move to introduce
new evidence,

and we apologise for
the short notice.

An explanation might be
more useful than an apology.

The evidence concerns encrypted
files, which, until yesterday,

remained impervious even to the
finest minds in CID forensics.

What is the provenance
of these files?

Terrence Maxwell's
home computer.

They prove the existence
of clandestine accounts

in the Seychelles,

totalling £4.6
million. GASPING

Your Honour, the defence has a
right to review any and all evidence

before it's divulged
to the court.

The suddenness of this disclosure
is unfortunate, but not,

I'm satisfied,
deliberate or malicious.

Is this where you tell me I can
still change my plea to guilty?

Well, as of five minutes
ago, I recommend it.

Someone's gone to great
lengths to set me up.

My money's on Grace and
his colleagues in CID.

Terry, these Seychelles
accounts were unearthed

on your desktop at home.

How did they get
there? I don't know.

Now, maybe their tech boys
planted them after the fact?

Yeah, a one-size-catch-all,
"The Old Bill fitted me up,"

isn't going to fly.

If you were counselling
one of your clients,

I'm sure you'd say the same.
I am innocent, Primrose.

When is that gonna penetrate
your over-educated skull?

Well, if you can replicate that
conviction in front of a jury,

they might even believe you.

Primrose.

Get me back on the stand.

It pains me to consider
it, much less voice it,

but the only person who
had access to my computer,

my passwords and so on,

and knowledge of my
finances sufficient enough

to establish these
offshore accounts

is, sadly, my book-keeper,
Colin MacKaye.

MURMURING

You all heard him say
it in open court -

he searches through my pockets,
my phones, my computers.

Total access,

and he's had it for years.

Mr Maxwell, I
mean... WOLFE SIGHS

..this strikes me as
finger-pointing and scapegoating

of the most desperate
and revealing kind.

If Mr MacKaye salted away
millions in offshore accounts,

then why do so in your name?

Well, perhaps it was because
of his criminal record?

It would've presented hurdles
to opening an account,

even in the Seychelles.

In his early 20s, MacKaye had
form for embezzlement and forgery,

quite sophisticated stuff.

I think we can all guess
where this is going.

You represented him,
and you got him off?

Mr Wolfe, do refrain from employing
a jeering tone in your questioning.

No further questions,
your Honour, but we do ask

that the witness Colin MacKaye
be recalled tomorrow morning

for more cross-examination.

Very well.

Considering the allegations
made against the witness,

it's only right he has the
opportunity to respond.

The Seychelles stuff is damning,

and blaming his
book-keeper is laughable.

Yeah, he must
think we're idiots.

I can't imagine what evidence
is gonna change my mind.

You know, we could save a lot of
time at the deliberation stage

if we came to an agreement now.

MEG: No.

I'm... I'm sorry, but no.

It would be highly inappropriate

for us to make up our minds
before hearing the whole trial.

In-In fact, it would be a complete
dereliction of our duty as jurors.

And I'll see this
through, have no fear.

But nothing will change my
mind about that man's guilt.

Nothing.

'We're about to go on a zip
wire.' 'This is so high.'

'Mum, look!'

Oh. You sure it's safe?

'OK, here she goes.'

MEG SIGHS HEAVILY 'Three...

'two, one...'

CASSIE SCREAMS

CRASHING 'Cassie!'

Laura?

L-Laura?!

Laura, is Cassie OK?

Laura? Laura?!

'Oh, my God,
she's moving.' OK.

'She is, she's moving.
She's all right!'

Well, you just... you
just focus on Cassie.

'She's OK.' All right? And
you call me right back.

All right? 'Yeah, all right.'

OK, bye.

PHONE RINGS

MAN: 'Very basic bit
of kit, the zipwire.

'Piece of piss to
tamper with the pulley.'

Why? Why?! They have
nothing to do with this!

'Fair play on becoming foreman,

'but you need to start winning
the jury over from tomorrow.

'There's only so much
help we can give.'

What do you mean,
help? 'You'll see.'

LINE DISCONNECTS,
SHE INHALES SHARPLY

ENGINE REVS

SHE SCREAMS

OK, thank you.

Yeah, bye.

Hey.

Forensics went over her
bike with a fine toothcomb -

no sign of tampering.

There's no paint
transfer from a vehicle

or other hallmarks
consistent with a collision.

But, look, technically,

we're not supposed
to be talking to her.

Circumstances have
changed, Glenn.

Someone's going after the jury.

All right.

Well, at least let
me talk to her.

I'm not testifying in court.

Hello, Janet.

I'm Detective
Superintendent Roy Grace.

How're you feeling?

Bloody awful.

What can you recall

about the moments before
you came off your bike?

Erm... Take your time, Janet.

I remember unlocking
my bike in the village.

After that, nothing.

I couldn't even tell
you where I came off.

How will Channing
feel about this?

An 11-strong jury? Annoyed.

But in my experience, judges
normally want to proceed.

So that's it? We just
sit back and take it

while Maxwell's people wipe
out the jurors they don't like?

I share your frustration
and your suspicions,

but suspicions are all they are.

Yeah, well, tell that
to Janet Smythson.

The encrypted Seychelles accounts
are damning, we can build on that.

I don't know. He recovered well,
pinning it on his book-keeper.

Well, that won't save him.

Not when we play our ace.

Danny Starr? Mm.

His testimony will convince the
jury as surely as it did the Crown.

Terrence Maxwell is the Merchant

and so says his loyal
lieutenant Danny.

Good luck blaming
his book-keeper then.

I'm OK today. Thank you, Father.

How's your day been, Danny?

What happened to the other one?

Father Wilson?

Oh, him, er, they, er... they
let him out for good behaviour.

It's a fair question,
fair question.

I'm filling in, sort of a locum.

Normally at this time,

you'd find me in a
nursing home or the like.

That's the guts of my work.

I like the ones on
the seafront best.

You know?

The big windows. The light.

Ships on the horizon.

Gives the old biddies something to
focus on apart from the TV, right?

Take your mother, for instance.

Alma?

Hawkeye, I like to call her.

Always watching the
waves, all day long.

Oh, she'd give the coastguard a
good run for his money, all right.

You so much as touch her...

Oh, we'll more than touch her

if you don't change
your statement.

ENGINE STARTS Hey!

Hey!

sh*t.

CLEO: Here he is.

I'm so sorry.

I did try and call you.

You're a busy man

with important work to do.

It's not an excuse, Margot.

But it might be a reason
to pause for thought.

Look, Derek and I have no objection
in principle to Bruno staying here.

But, erm,

is it the right time
for you and Cleo

to make that kind of commitment?

Because that's what
it is... a commitment.

TWIG SNAPS

What? I heard something.

OK, we're not exactly in
the Lake District, yeah?

GIGGLING

DISTANT SHOUTING
Someone's in the trees.

HE SCOFFS Yeah, too much wine.

No, listen! What are
you talking about?

SHOUTING Hey! What
are you doing?

g*nsh*t, HE GRUNTS

SHE SCREAMS

SHE SCREAMS

POLICE CHATTER ON RADIO

First responders ID'd the
bodies from their wallets -

Sally Jacobs, Rich Bailey.

Any form?

No criminal records, no
criminal associations.

Well, something seems off.

There's a single shoeprint on
the inner lining of his hoodie.

VEE: k*ller?

Could be.

There's no evidence they
got close - no powder burns.

And the b*llet wound
is neat and small.

Shot from a distance?

Then there's this light spatter
on his face and upper body,

not from the
stomach wound. Yeah.

And we found Sally
Jacobs 20 yards away,

heading in the
opposite direction.

So, where did this
blood originate?

MAN: Dave Cripps.

You're James Vernon's
daughter, right?

I served with him in the
Met. Chapelwood nick.

You're mistaken. Sorry?

My dad's name's not James,
and he's not a copper. Really?

Those barbecues at his place in
Kensal Rise, that wasn't you?

She told you it
wasn't, PC Cripps.

These look new.
Yeah, so does this.

We need to find where this blood
and these tyre tracks came from.

Everything OK? Meg Magellan. I
think they've got to her, too.

Based on...?

Based on she seems very upset,

and she was sweeping her
house for bugs last night.

It's all right, she didn't see
me. Are you out of your mind?

I need to know who's
pulling the strings.

There are very, very clear
rules about jury contact, Roy.

Knocking jurors off their
bikes. Bugging their houses.

You could derail the
whole bloody case.

That jury are being
targeted, Stephen.

I just can't prove it.
Are you listening to me?

Maybe if we switch focus
to Maxwell's fixer...

What fixer? He must have a
deputy - someone on the outside.

If we can ID them...

What if we share all this with
Judge Channing? "All" what?

He's gonna ask for proof,

which, by the sounds of
it, you don't even have.

It's a bit bloody coincidental.

Janet was the most certain
of us of Maxwell's guilt,

and now she's in ICU.

Maisy, if what you're saying...

That'd mean there's
a spy in the house.

You're not suggesting
that, are you?

I think you've been watching
too many films, Maisy.

Jury tampering of that stripe
is very rare in the UK.

And Maxwell's not standing
trial for stealing a Mars bar.

He's potentially a
powerful drug lord

with the resources to try
every dirty trick in the book.

You're supposed to be our
bloody foreperson, Meg,

and all you have to say is, I've
been watching too many films.

MAISY SCOFFS It's unbelievable.

I have now informed the jury
that we will be proceeding

despite Janet Smythson's accident
and the resulting absence.

But I have sent them
out, since the witness

scheduled to reappear before
the court this morning -

Colin MacKaye - has
not materialised.

In the light of Janet
Smythson's exit,

it's starting to look like

the proverbial wheels
are coming off.

Well, not on my watch.

If I think there's
a snowflake's chance

someone's tampering with the
due cause of this case...

..I will discharge the jury
without a second's hesitation.

Do I make myself clear?

MacKaye stuck two months' rent
under the door last night,

with a note that said to put
the contents of his boat on eBay

and split the proceeds
with his sister.

She's on her way over now.

Did the landlady actually
see MacKaye last night? No.

What about a vehicle?
Does he own a car?

A Harley. He keeps it in the garage.
It's round the side, apparently.

I'll take a look.

Vee, can you look
into a Harley Davidson

registered to a Colin
MacKaye, Harbourside Way?

Yeah, can you check the
model and reg for me? Thanks.

His passport's missing,
the bike's missing,

and he does have form for
fleeing when cornered.

I'm Kirsty. Can you tell us
when you last heard from Colin?

He called me last
night, about eight.

Said he was heading
off for a bit.

He wasn't very happy
with Maxwell blaming him

for whatever you lot
found on his computer.

That's not true in your view.

He swore it wasn't. Just Maxwell
trying to save his own skin?

Kirsty?

I just hope he hasn't
done anything stupid

and that's why he's had
to go. Is that likely?

SHE CHUCKLES Come on.

Like you don't know about
his record, his history.

It's pretty ancient history.

I know, but sometimes...

Sometimes, you wondered if he'd
really left his past behind.

'MacKaye's motorbike went through
a speed camera last night at 10pm.'

Where? On the seafront. I'll
send you a screengrab now.

Here.

Could be MacKaye or anyone
of a similar height or build.

And who can ride a Harley.

Just trying to
keep an open mind.

We'd better get back to court.

What you said about
keeping an open mind?

Look, I wholeheartedly
agree. Good.

As opposed to viewing
evidence selectively

to arrive at a certain outcome.

Because that... that creates
the kind of tunnel vision

where you are bound
to miss something.

You think this is all
about Cassian, don't you?

Yeah, I do. I think maybe
you've let him in your head.

You've got this "won't get
fooled again" thing going on,

which I get.

And so...?

And so you're just not yourself.

Stalking jury members, talking
to witnesses, flouting the rules.

You are so determined to get
Maxwell and not get blindsided

that if you're not careful,

it'll be you that's destabilising
this case, Roy, not Cassian.

Can you confirm that your full
name is Daniel John Starr?

Yes, I can.

And that you are the MD and majority
shareholder for D Starr Classics?

That's right.

And at this time,
are you in custody

awaiting sentencing for
the part that you played

in this drugs importation ring?

Yes, I am.

In the course of
their inquiries,

the police became aware
of a mastermind figure

behind this ring
known as the Merchant.

Someone who you've worked to
directly for a number of years,

someone who you,
in fact, identified

on the night of your arrest.

Do you see that person
in the courtroom today?

DANIEL CLEARS THROAT
No, I don't. Sorry.

MURMURING

Please identify the Merchant
for the benefit of the court.

There was no-one above
me and no Merchant.

That was just code for a buy.

Mr Starr, you gave
a sworn statement

identifying the Merchant
as Terrence Maxwell!

Well, I just said that

because Superintendent
Grace was leaning on me.

Threatening me.

You identified Maxwell
in a taped interview.

Detective Superintendent Grace

did nothing more than
urge you to come clean.

Man's obsessed
with Terry Maxwell.

Must be sour grapes for all those
people he got off over the years.

Why did you phone Maxwell
on the day of your arrest

from the call box in Newhaven?

He's my solicitor.

No further questions,
Your Honour.

That wasn't what Starr said
on the night of his arrest.

No, he pointed the finger
very clearly at Maxwell.

The only question is, why
did Starr change his tune?

Someone got to him - and on the
same night Janet was silenced too.

I'm sorry, but this is baseless
and unhelpful speculation.

There is no cause to believe
that Janet's accident

was remotely suspicious.

PHONE BUZZES

Vee.

MacKaye's cell site data, it shows
that before coming home yesterday,

he visited a beauty salon
owned by Maxwell's wife.

Do we know how long he was
there for? Just over two hours.

Try to stay the course...

INDISTINCT

How can I help you, Detective?

Hi. You can take your
break now. OK. Thanks.

I'm surprised you're not in
court. I'm finding it really hard.

Terry said to focus
on the business.

The trial has slimmed down my
client base, to put it mildly.

My husband's innocent.

We'll see.

You've proven nothing.

Your witness changed their story,
and everything else is, erm...

What do you call it?

Circumstantial. Exactly.

How well do you know Colin
MacKaye? Pretty well.

He's not just Terry's book-keeper.
He does my accounts as well.

When did you last see
him? Yesterday afternoon.

He always does my accounts on the
second Wednesday of the month.

Did you know that Terrence
is blaming MacKaye

for the encrypted
files on his computer?

I must say I'm surprised.

I had the sense he'd left
his criminal past behind.

MacKaye?

Terry's a good man. I know
you don't wanna believe that.

So, going back to MacKaye's
visit yesterday...

..how did he seem?

OK.

A bit distracted, maybe.

He did say something odd.

Something that suggested he might
not be seeing me for a while.

What? What did he say?

Something like, erm...

.."I've always appreciated
your loyalty as a customer."

Something like that.

Then he went back
to his spreadsheets,

and I thought no more of it.

Who's that? Brendan.

He runs things for me.

Brendan...? Drewett.

Is he your hire
or your husband's?

God, I can't remember now. Er...

Would you prefer if we
carried on this conversation

somewhere else, Barbara?

No. I'm fine.

Well, thanks for your help.

PHONE BUZZES

Nick - just the man.

Can we look at a Brendan Drewett
employed at Barbara Maxwell's salon?

NICK: 'Sure. What's
our interest?'

That we know Maxwell's got a
fixer, but we don't know who it is.

'OK.' How's the
double-m*rder panning out?

'It might be a triple, and I think
we're working the same case.'

Someone was being
transported in a vehicle

on the road running
east of Ridgeton Park,

and somehow, they escaped.

They run into the park
and shed their bindings

by rubbing them
against the bark.

But they're spotted, so they run
up the hill where Rich Bailey

and Sally Jacobs are enjoying
a late glass of wine.

Rich was shot in the stomach,

and the fleeing man appears
to have tripped over him,

leaving a shoeprint on Rich's
hoodie before being shot himself

and showering Rich's
face in his blood.

Sally? Fatally
shot in the back,

running from the bench in
the opposite direction.

What about ballistics?

No b*ll*ts recovered yet. All
the shots went straight through.

A fingertip search is
happening first thing,

and the cordon
stays up till then.

So, Rich and Sally were just in
the wrong place at the wrong time,

saw too much and
had to be silenced?

That's our working theory.

But there was a third
victim, we're pretty certain.

We DNA'd the blood spatter, and
it's a match for Colin MacKaye.

So...

..whoever that is...

..it's not Colin MacKaye.

EXCLAMATIONS, CHUCKLING

Oh, am I glad to see you.

I have chilled wine, plastic glasses
and all the time in the world.

You OK?

Yeah.

You're not OK, are you?

Could Brendan Drewett be
Maxwell's outside man?

Contender, definitely.

He's got a ton of
convictions for dealing,

but he's kept his nose
clean for ten years.

Eight of them, he's been
working at Barbara's salon.

Maybe Maxwell represented
him. OK, so...

..another one of his projects,

just like Danny Starr
and Colin MacKaye.

I think we're being watched.

What? Yeah, no, don't
look round, just...

..just keep walking, and, erm...

..just act normal.

Meg, what is going on?

INDISTINCT

You were right.

Maxwell did represent
Brendan back in 2004.

Successfully?

Nah. He did seven years for
intent to supply coke and heroin.

I can't seem to link Brendan to
Starr or MacKaye. Me neither.

Someone messed up big
time at Ridgeton Park.

Two civilians are dead.

Maybe that's our best chance
of finding a link to Brendan.

Check the scene again.

MacKaye's bike - who was riding
it? Where'd they dump it?

Oh, and check CCTV,
see if the g*nman

was caught leaving or returning
to his vehicle by the park.

You have to go to
the police, Meg.

I can't, they're not bluffing.
But you're breaking the law.

I don't care about that. I
don't care if I go to prison.

They will k*ll Laura and Cassie
if I don't do what they say!

I'm sorry, I... SHE SIGHS

I have considered every option,

and my only way out of this is
delivering a "not guilty" verdict.

OK, there's footage
of MacKaye's motorbike

going past Shoreham
Harbour at 10:30pm.

But then no sign of it
at the next junction

just a mile down the coast road.

Any turnings off the coast road?

Only a service road for
a Southern Water plant,

which is gated, fenced and very
locked at that hour, but...

..a van passes in the
opposite direction,

just ten minutes after the
bike is caught on camera.

Heading away from Brighton?

I didn't think anything
of it at first,

but then I noticed the
tyre-repair livery on the side.

"Brightfield Auto Repairs."

Mobile mechanic vans are
typically fitted with steel ramps

to roll tyres up and down.

You can drive a bike
straight in? I'll tell Roy.

Tenner says the Harley's
still in there. Help you?

Detective Superintendent
Grace, East Sussex CID.

This is DI Branson.

Derren Skinner. Do you run
this place, Mr Skinner?

Yeah, yeah, I do, for my sins.

Could you open up the
van for me, please?

No, that's OK.

So, he's putting
something into the boot.

He looks up as the bus passes.

Whoa. Go back. sh*t.

Can we punch in on his face?

Do you know a Colin MacKaye?

No. Can't say that I do.

So, if it turned out that
those leathers belonged to him

and they were plastered
with his DNA, say...

..how would you explain that?

Ah! Is that Brendan?

Brendan Drewett? Yeah.

Detective Grace, fancy running
into you twice in a day.

Brendan Drewett.

Body shops and beauty salons.

You're a Renaissance
man, Mr Drewett.

PHONE BUZZES

Excuse me.

Bella. 'We've ID'd the
Ridgeton Park g*nman.

'Derren Skinner.

'He was in business with
Brendan Drewett a while back.'

He still is.

GLENN EXCLAIMS, g*nsh*t FIRES

DERREN GRUNTS

GRUNTING

g*nsh*t sh*t!

Here. Here.

WHISPERS: Down
there. Box 'em in.

It's Colin MacKaye.

FOOTSTEPS

GRUNTING, STRAINING

sh*t.

YELLING

HE SHOUTS, GROANS

BRENDAN PANTS

HE GROANS

HOARSELY: Go on.

Who's the Merchant?

It was Terry. HE WHIMPERS

It was all Terry.
BRENDAN CRIES

Forensics discovered a
b*llet at Ridgeton Park.

They say it was fired...

..from Skinner's g*n,
and it gets better.

There's a partial print on it
belonging to Brendan Drewett.

OK.

OK.

Drug dealers don't talk.

Don't you think it's weird

that Brendan gave up Maxwell
as the Merchant so fast?

Goes to all that effort
to protect the boss...

..k*lling MacKaye... nobbling
Starr and the jurors...

..and then just gives
him up in a heartbeat?

I mean, there's no
honour among thieves.

Or drug dealers. Hmm.

Not much of a fixer.

Sir. Cheers.

Barbara Maxwell.

She wasn't in court today, but
when I spoke to her earlier,

she knew about Starr changing his
testimony to exonerate her husband.

Well, there's been no live
reporting from the courtroom today.

No, there wasn't,
so how did she know?

Someone told her
in an adjournment.

Maxwell's lawyer,
maybe? I don't see how.

Look, after Starr dropped
his bombshell and you left,

we were all held
there for three hours.

No-one else moved,
Primrose Morley included.

No breaks? No adjournments?

No. There is no way that Barbara

could have heard
about Starr retracting

before you set
foot in her salon.

VEE: But she did know.

You wanted to see me, Terry?

Primrose said it was urgent.

She must've pulled a fair few
strings to get me in here.

Are you OK?

You answered the phone
to Starr that day.

You betrayed me.

Barbara Maxwell, nee Devlin.

As Barbara Devlin,
she was busted twice

for dealing in her late
teens with her boyfriend...

..Brendan Drewett.

Let me guess, Maxwell
defended her? He sure did.

After three strikes, the couple
were looking at serious jail time,

but Maxwell spun a sob story that
Brendan had lead Barbara astray.

He did seven years, but she got
off with a suspended sentence.

You're kidding. And what
really moved the dial...

..was she was pregnant
with Brendan's baby.

What's the name of
Maxwell's daughter?

Erm... Ellen.

Ellen Maxwell was Brendan's
biological daughter.

The birth certificate
confirms it.

Right, so, what're we saying?

That Brendan has been
Maxwell's fixer ever since?

What, doing his bidding
with the salon as cover?

Maybe it's not Maxwell's
bidding he's doing.

Maybe it's Barbara's.
She's the Merchant.

It would answer a
lot of questions -

why Brendan gave
Maxwell up, for one.

Well, yeah, protecting the boss.
And the mother of his child.

The fact is...

..we never knew for sure
that it wasn't Barbara

that Starr was calling from
that Newhaven phone box.

He rang the landline. Maybe
he spoke to her first.

Hang on. If it's
Barbara behind it all,

then did Starr name
Maxwell of his own accord,

or did she tell him to?

If she is the Merchant, I
would assume the latter.

Then why not just
let Maxwell go down?

Why would you tamper with the
jury, knock Janet off her bike?

Maybe she got cold feet.

By all accounts,

they've been happily
married for almost 20 years.

All those years,

I thought I was giving them
a leg-up, helping hand.

The only person I was
helping was you, wasn't it?

'Thank you, Mr Maxwell.'

Not just for defending me in court,
but for this, for everything.

Well, don't worry, Wesley - you
won't get rid of us that easily.

Once a client of Terry's,
always a client of Terry's.

Did you really
think raising Ellen

and running a salon
would do it for me?

Be enough?

Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

What is it they say?

"Every man kills
the thing he loves."

I gave you everything I
thought you ever wanted.

All I did was just drive
you away... and bore you.

You never bore me, Terry.

You had Starr point the finger at me
to save your own skin, didn't you?

I had to buy time, that's all.
Oh, and I was a fair price?

You put those accounts in my name.
I was your fall guy from day one.

I always had an exit plan
for you, Terry. Bullshit.

I had him retract his
statement, didn't I?

By which time, I'd spent a
hundred-plus days on remand!

And I've taken steps to ensure the
jury deliver the right verdict.

Who are you?

You know exactly who I am.

You just chose not to see.

What if you fail?

What if the jury find me guilty?
What, you're just gonna let me rot?

For the last time...

..I've got your back.

You're my husband.

Get out.

A week from now, you'll be home.

Everything'll go back to
the way it was, you'll see.

Get out.

We need to take a deep
dive into Barbara Maxwell.

So, we target Brendan first -

mine his phone, the
burners we recovered.

If he's sat below Barbara
in the food chain,

then he is the conduit.

Texts, calls, emails.

She'll just say they worked
together at the salon.

She will, but if we're right,

there'll be multiple communications
late at night, seven days a week.

Tough to put that down
to cancelled blow dries.

Start with Ridgeton Park.

If there's significant
contact after the shootings,

then we know we're
onto something.

I understand, Detective
Superintendent,

that you've illuminated the
reasons for Mr MacKaye's absence

from court yesterday?

Now that the jury have been
dismissed, please explain.

MacKaye didn't attend because
he was m*rder*d in cold blood.

Why he was m*rder*d
is a complex matter

that goes to the heart of the
case against Terrence Maxwell.

In essence...

..MacKaye knew too much...

..and his disappearance made
him a convincing scapegoat.

I'd like you to expand a little
more on that statement, please,

Superintendent.

I believe the accused,

Terrence Maxwell, is
not only innocent.

He's the victim of a
framing plot orchestrated...

..by his wife,
Barbara Maxwell...

MURMURING

..and her former
partner Brendan Drewett.

We also have evidence
linking Barbara and Brendan

to the m*rder of Colin MacKaye

and two innocent bystanders
in Ridgeton Park,

as well as the intimidation
of Daniel Starr

and at least one
member of the jury.

Order. Order.

Now that you've been dismissed and
returned a not guilty verdict...

..I can tell you
that Janet Smythson

is out of ICU

and has made a full recovery.

I can also tell you we suspect that
what looked like a bike accident

was a deliberate attempt to
remove Janet from the jury.

Has anyone else
been threatened...

..or harmed...

..during this trial?

They've got my daughter
and her friend.

I know they have!

I haven't heard from
her in two days.

TEARFULLY: In two days.

Tell me what you think you know.

You're dying to.

Well, I'll tell you what
made me take a closer look.

You pushing MacKaye as a
flight risk, that was overdone.

But knowing Starr
changed his testimony

when you weren't in
court... that was a blunder.

An unforced error.

It gave us a thread to
pull on, and we did.

That's it?

That's all you've got?

Oh, no. Far from it.

And your friends in Ecuador,
threatening Meg's daughter, Laura.

Call them off.

SIRENS

VEE HYPERVENTILATES

Look, I've done zero digging...

but something tells me that PC in
Ridgeton Park wasn't mistaken...

..that he did work with
your dad in the Met.

I've just found out that he...

..was suspected of
k*lling an informant.

Where's your dad now?

He left when I was 16.

His drinking was off the charts,

so he said I'd be
better off without him.

I've spent half my life...

..feeling like I was running...

..always looking
over my shoulder.

I don't know. I thought
becoming a copper, I'd...

I'd shake him off.

All it's done is make
me feel like a fraud.

You don't need to run any more.

Cos this is where you belong.

RINGING TONE

Hello? 'Mum, it's me!'

'Sorry I haven't called.
We had our phones nicked.'

Oh, my God, Laura.
Are you OK? 'I'm fine.

'And my flight's booked
for tomorrow.' What?

'It's been brilliant,
but...' MEG LAUGHS

'..I wanna come home now.'

I'd like to speak to my client in
private, as is her legal right.

WHISPERS: I love you.

I don't deserve you.

I need your signature

to make it official you're
retaining my services.

I hope you didn't think that

because I didn't say much when
you lost the baby that I was...

I... I just wanted to
give you space, you know,

to... to grieve.

I got that, Glenn.
Really. It's just...

Now I see you're doubting if you
can be a dad to Bruno, and now...

You know what? There's
something I have to say.

Well, you'd better say it, then.

You need to stop
beating yourself up

and feeling like you...
like you failed Sandy,

because you absolutely didn't.

You have to give
yourself permission

to... to move on,
once and for all.

Look, I appreciate
what you're saying.

I really do.

Your friendship, your loyalty...

There's a... There's
a "but" coming, yeah?

Yeah. It's just...

I really don't think
I'm free of it yet.

Cassian wants to see me.

PHONE CHIMES

You OK? Yeah, I'm fine.

Are you sure?

Who was that on the phone?
Bella, I said I'm fine.

For the avoidance of doubt,
I don't want to be here.

So if you have anything to say,
make it quick. Oh, come on, Roy.

We can be civil.

You can ask how
I'm acclimatising.

I can ask after
Cleo and the team.

All right. Be like that.

Benchdale...

..the OCG that I became
indebted to, have been...

"Became indebted to"?

You weren't some
innocent bystander.

The OCG, you willingly embraced.

Benchdale

have communicated something that
affects you very directly, Roy.

They k*lled Sandy.

Her death wasn't
suicide. They...

..just made it look that way.

They're good at that.

Why should I believe
a word you say?

Albazi was sighted in Munich
two days before Sandy's death.

And the car accident? I'm not
so sure that's what it was.

Sandy's debt still isn't paid.

And though it pains me to say
it, they know that she has a son.

Bruno.

So what?

So, Albazi's failure
to recover Sandy's debt

led to his family
getting seriously hurt.

I don't know the details, but...

..I hear he's out for blood.

An eye for an eye, Roy.