01x01 - Episode 1

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DISTANT CHATTERING,
BABY CRYING

INTERVIEWER: 'Can I ask, where
have you travelled from?'

'From Egham in Surrey.'

'And what brings you
all the way to Rothbury?

'Why have you come here today?'

'We're here for Raoul
Moat.' 'Respect, man.'

'We're here because Raoul
Moat is a hero to us.'

'And is that how you see him?'

'I do think he's a hero.'

CHILDREN CHATTER

ICE CREAM VAN CHIME DOG BARKS

TROLLEY CLATTERS

Look at that lad.

Oh, what's he's hawking?
I reckon pizza delivery.

He's too fit. Be a window
cleaner or something.

Sam? The bairn's
dinner's ready.

All right, Mam. Go on, then.

Ah, the bairn will want
his tea an' all.

Aye.

Hey, I'll pop round later
on for that brochure, Suze.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no bother.

Hey!

What you selling?

Self-defence
classes. Let's see.

Karate?

Who's giving the lessons?

M... er, me. You, ooh...

Oh, man! Face on you!

I can't deny it, I'm
an open book.

You've come a long way to give
karate lessons, haven't you?

Oh, er, yeah.

No, I was only meant to be
here for a weekend.

Long weekend, eh? All
right babe, I'm coming.

Well... nice to have
met you, Karate Chris.

Maybe I'll see you down the
gym or something.

Maybe.

Come on, now.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, Christopher Brown.

Now you've got me number!

SEAGULLS CALL

So, what was it really brought
you to Newcastle, Christopher?

Debt collectors? Broken heart?

A bit of everything, really.

Certainly the broken
heart bit.

Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to...
Honestly, it's... it's fine.

I dunno, I just think

we all need a change of scenery
sometimes, don't we?

Aye.

Fresh start.
You're not wrong there.

Do you like dancing?

Now? Yeah, come on.

That's the real reason
that brought me up here...

Sensational nightlife!
Come on!

Come on.

INTENSE CLUB MUSIC

SAM GIGGLES

You look lovely. Thank you.

Let's get a look at
your ID, there.

Thanks, love.

It's a mug shot, that, like...

Come on. Eh? What's up?

You seen the queue? We're
here now, aren't we?

Might as well wait it out.
Ah, howay, let's leave it.

You cannat hear yourself
speak in there, anyway.

Sam...

Sam. Sam, Sam, are you OK?
Yeah, yeah, yeah... I'm sorry.

If I've done anything...
No, no, no...

..or said anything, I don't wanna...
No, it's not you, it's just...

that fella on the
door back there.

He's best mates with
an ex from way back.

And he'll be straight
on the phone to him,

"I've seen your Sam
out with this lad..."

"Yeah, God, he's a handsome
b*stard." Erm...

Sorry, I'm... I'm...
I'm nervous, I'm...

Come here.

SIRENS, DOG BARKS

GATE CLANGS

Sorry, Mam. Is she still asleep?

I lost track of time, and, er...
Must've been a good night, then.

Well, it was, er... it
was nice, like, yeah.

It was lovely, Mam.

What's he like? He's so funny.

Honestly, I can't remember the
last time I laughed so much.

He was kind. He's thoughtful.
He's just nice, you know?

He was nice to us. Well,
good. About time, too.

Aw... you deserve it, pet.

HEAVY DOOR SLAMS, MEN TALKING

BUTTONS CLICKING

Howay, Samantha. It's me...

..again.

ANSWER PHONE: 'You
have one new message.

'First new message.'

'Howay, Samantha. It's me...

'..again.' DOGS WHINING

'You're obviously not there
to take my call...

'..so I suppose I better
leave you be.'

Shut it, will you?

DOGS CONTINUE WHINING

DOOR SLAMS, DOGS BARK

I'm terrified. But he keeps on
calling and leaving messages.

In his head, I'm still
his little possession.

Get a restraining order.

Nah, that'll just provoke him.
I've got to keep him away.

Social services'll
take the bairn away

if they think I'm back with him.

Raoul's not stupid.
He'll not come round.

He will, Suze. That's
the first thing he'll do,

bang at the door saying I'm
stopping him from seeing his kid.

Can you not get your
Chris to have a word?

SHE GASPS You've not
told him, have you?

Ah, Sam, man! I want
to. I do, it's just...

It's all been so lovely with Chris.
I just didn't wanna mess things up.

You're not gonna mess it up!

Look, take my word
for it, right,

these things are always
best out in the open.

You need to talk to Chris.

PHONE BUTTONS CLICK

PHONE RINGTONE

DIAL TONE, INMATES CHATTER

I'll call them back later.

BUTTONS CLICKING,
INMATES SHOUTING

Oh, for f*ck's
sake! PHONE RINGTONE

Who is it? It's
nothing, honestly.

You go on in, babe.
I just need to...

OK.

DIAL TONE

PHONE RINGTONE

ANSWER PHONE:
'Hiya, this is Sam.

'Leave us a message and
I'll...' SLAMS PHONE DOWN

DOOR OPENS

Everything OK? Yeah, fine.

Oh, er, on the table. I
got a key cut for you.

It only seems
practical, don't it?

Then you can just come in
and out whenever.

What's up?

What?

What is it?

SHE SOBS Whoa,
whoa, whoa, hey!

Hey, come on.

Jesus, man, it's...

Ah, it's such a bloody mess!

Sammy? Sammy...

..come on, love.

Talk to me.

OK, well, listen, whatever it
is, we'll sort it, yeah?

It's my ex, Raoul.

RAOUL: Have you been keeping an
eye on Samantha for us?

So, what's she doing, like?

'Not much. Still
working in the salon.'

Well, I want you to
keep watching her!

I wanna know where she's going

and I wanna know who she's
seeing, right?

What was he inside for?

Hitting one of his kids.

Did he ever hit you?

Well, that's why I left him.

He, er... he threw us right
across the room one time.

He literally picked us up and
chucked us, like a rag doll.

He was like Jekyll and Hyde...

..flaring up over
nothing, and then...

all apologies.

It's not just the rage,
it's... it's this.

He'll not have it, Chris.

You and me.

He cannot accept anything that
isn't exactly how he wants it.

I left him last year...

..but I'll never be rid of him.

He gets out next week, and
he's not stopped calling.

Let me go and talk to him. No.

No, it's best all round
if we don't provoke him.

Please, Chris.

Yeah, sure, sure.

But if he does come round
here... He won't, will he?

He hasn't got a clue who you
are, or what you look like.

Let's keep it that way, huh?

GIRL: Dad, Daddy! MAN CHUCKLES

Hello, stranger! Hey.

Better late than never, eh?

Haven't been cos I don't
want you thinking...

I'm pulling your leg, man!

You're here now. That's
all what matters.

Just you, me... Raoul...

..and the babby. Raoul...

That's what's been keeping us
going all the way through here.

I've been thinking
about nothing but.

That's why I'm here.
How're the puppies?

You've not drowned
them, have you?

Joking. I'm joking.

That was a favour...

..to the pups, more
than anything. Mm.

Soon as possible, they're
going back to yours.

I was thinking that, erm,

mebbies we could all take
them for a walk and that?

You know, when I get out,
just the three of us.

I think the baby'd
love it. Raoul.

Raoul, will you stop
all this? Please.

There's no you and me any more.

You know that.

I can change,
Samantha. SHE GROANS

I want to this time.

I can. Please. Let's not.

I'll do anything,
so you just tell us

what you want us to
do, and I'll do it.

I want you to stay away. Please.

Why?

You know why.

What about the little 'un?

We're family. The
baby needs her Dad.

Oh, Raoul, for the love of God,
will you listen to yourself?

You're in here for hitting
your nine-year-old daughter.

I did not!

I think it's best
that I just go.

No. No. Ah, please.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Please, come on. I won't... I
won't make a scene, sit down.

I've heard... I've heard
it all before, Raoul.

So many times. HE STUTTERS

Look, we've still got
12 minutes left.

Please.

SHE EXHALES

SHE CLEARS THROAT

SHE EXHALES

If you really do
care about her...

..then you'll leave
us alone. Please.

No. No.

Do not do this to
me, Samantha.

Don't. I cannot... HE SIGHS

You know what you mean to
me. I can't go on...

I won't let you.
HE BREATHES HEAVILY

I've moved on,
Raoul. SHE SNIFFS

And... And you should, too.

You've got someone else?

I'm stuck in here...

..and you've found
someone else?

Who is he?

Oh, will you please,
just for once, get real!

It makes no
difference who it is.

You and me are not
together. Who is he?

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

RAOUL SNIFFS
Everything OK here?

Oh, aye. Yeah.

We always were passionate,
me and Samantha, weren't we?

Mm.

As you were.

Tell us who he is
now, Samantha.

You don't know him. HE SIGHS

You may as well tell us now
because I will find out.

OK.

OK. OK.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

You can tell your new fella...

..that I'm gonna break
his f*cking back.

I really wouldn't
advise that, Raoul.

He's much younger than you.

And he's a karate
instructor. Ah, well.

You can tell Jackie Chan
that I'll see him next week.

I'm asking you one
last time, Raoul.

Please, please, will you stay
away from me and the babby?

Or?

My new fella's a policeman.

There.

A copper?

Perhaps you'll leave us be now.

Thanks.

Listen, Raoul. You're
a clever lad.

So just use this, eh?
Stay out of trouble.

Don't worry.

You won't be seeing me again.

TAP RUNNING, PHONE RINGING

VOICEMAIL: 'Hiya, this is Sam.

'Leave us a message, and I'll
get back to you when I can.'

'Samantha, I will
carry on calling

'until you do us the courtesy
of answering the phone.'

SHE PANTS

Can I have a word please, sir?

One of this morning's
discharges, Raoul Moat,

he's said one or two things,
made threats and so forth.

Well, that's hardly unusual, is
it, prisoners issuing threats?

I realise that, but
this guy, though,

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

And is this cellmate
a tested source?

He's not, no, but Moat has said
similar to one of the cleaners,

and I saw it myself.

His girlfriend,
former girlfriend,

when she visited Moat,
he almost went for her.

OK.

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

PHONE RINGS

Is that him again? Right. Give
it here. Let me talk to him.

Chris, I've already told you,
there's no reasoning with him.

VOICEMAIL: 'I am rapidly
losing patience, Samantha.

'Do not provoke me.'

Security information
report for Raoul Moat.

PHONE RINGS

LAPTOP BEEPS, SHE SIGHS

"Just got out the slammer
to a totally f*cked life.

"Lost everything.

"Lost my business, lost
kids to social services,

"gonna lose my home and
lost my missus of six years.

"Now just watch what happens."

I'm just following up on
security information report

DMBM1682/10 from yesterday,

prisoner named Moat.

Can you just confirm that that
particular SIR was actioned, please?

It's still there?

That SIR contains an explicit
threat to cause serious harm.

It should be flagged
as immediate!

Because Moat
specifically stated

that he's gonna harm
his former partner!

Can you escalate that SIR
straight away, please?

DISTANT: Have a nice weekend.
Yeah, I'll see you on Monday.

HE SIGHS You're not
feeling this, are you?

SHE SIGHS Sorry.

It's just... once we get the
weekend over and done with.

Come on. Let's get
you home. Thanks.

I love you.

I love you too.

WHISPERING: Let's go.

Yeah, Suzie's place is fine,
babe. Me mam'll be there.

You gonna be OK?

Yeah. Just... you know.

HE SCOFFS Yeah.

Come on, let me
get you inside.

I'm fine now, Chris. Honest.

Look, you get off.
I'll see you tomorrow.

OK.

SUZE LAUGHS

Hello. Are you coming
in for a nightcap?

Do you want me to?

Can you? Just for a bit?
Yep. Yep. Yep. Yep.

Yeah! Howay in, howay in.

Ah, you've got him, You've
got him for a night.

WOMAN LAUGHS

Hey, Les. Les, look who I
found on the step, eh.

Got 'em!

LAUGHTER All right, Mam?

Hello, Chris. WOMAN LAUGHS

Shh!

So, I've gone to the mirror

expecting to see this blonde
bombshell looking back at me, right?

THEY CHUCKLE

And me sister goes, "I mean,
you did use a fresh lemon,

"didn't you, Christopher?" Mm.

No. I'd gone and doused my barnet
in lemon squash, hadn't I?

THEY LAUGH

I mean, you can forget Brad Pitt. I
kind of looked more like Ken Dodd!

THEY LAUGH

Hey, do you want another
one? Oh, no, not for me, ta.

Ah, go on. The bairns are flat out
upstairs. Eh, go on, have a drink.

I dunno. It's
getting late, like.

Do you wanna head
off? Do you mind, Mam?

Go on, you get your
beauty sleep!

THEY LAUGH

What if she wakes up?
She's fine, pet.

OK. Go on

All right.

It was lovely to meet you,
finally. And you.

Love you, dear. Night-night.

Agh, right, go on.

Thanks again. I'll
come round tomorrow.

I'll see youse later.
Night-night.

Night-night, Chris. Tatty bye.

See you, Sue. See you later.

Ta-ra, nice to meet you,
Chris. See you, Mam.

You too, lovely. Bye.

BOTH: Aww. Dead
canny, ain't he?

Suzie likes you. THEY CHUCKLE

I'm gonna have to
keep an eye on you.

Isn't he? He is.
He's a lovely lad.

Aye. And do you
know what, Les?

That's exactly what
your Sam needs, man.

g*n CLICKS

g*n FIRES

The f*ck was that?

SAMANTHA PANTS Oh!

What's up? What's going on?

He's shot him! He's shot
him! No, he's...

Lock the door! Suzie,
get the key!

Get the key! Take the bairns!

He's here. Oh, Mam,
he's here. He's here.

OK. g*n FIRES

All right. All right.

Police! I need the
police. g*n FIRES

Hurry!

DISTANT: Help! LES CRIES

Agh! SHE CRIES

'Police emergency.'

Raoul Moat is k*lling people!

'Sorry, who's k*lling people?'

Raoul Moat!

HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRR

SIRENS BLARE

Mrs Clarke?

DI Nisha Roberts.

Is she gonna be all right?

Samantha's in good hands.

The blood... was everywhere.

She was so scared. She just...

I understand this must
be horrific for you.

The g*nman's been
named as Raoul Moat.

Do you know him?

Sam's ex. Would you happen
to have an address for him?

No. He's, erm... He's
up... Fenham way. I...

Paul will know. Erm,
Sam's stepdad.

Did you see which way
he ran after the attack?

Car park, I think.

STAMMERS

OK. Thank you.

SOBS

Oh, I don't know.

Looks a bit fussy for
a kid's birthday party.

Ah, no. I really like it,
Mum. It suits you.

Makes me look so serious.

Mother, you look
lovely! You think?

DISTANT: Do you know
where the Browns live?

Someone's in trouble.

Mrs Brown? Yes?

Mother of Christopher
Brown? What is this?

What's going on, Mum?

Was your son working in
the North East, Mrs Brown?

Yeah, why? What's he done?

I'm afraid your
son's been shot.

Chris? No.

Call him, Beckie. Phone Chris.

I'm afraid Christopher was
fatally wounded at the scene.

What do you mean?

No.

You all right? Morning, sir.

Bad one, this, eh?

Shocking. Forensics reckon
he's used a sawn-off.

A sawn-off.

Hey, have you heard of
him, this Raoul Moat?

Not till now, no.

Released from prison
day before yesterday,

seemingly come up here
in a jealous rage.

Shoots his ex, shoots her
new fella in cold blood.

Any sign of the weapon?
Searched everywhere.

Skips, wheelie bins,
drains. Nothing.

No reports on Moat?

Nah. PHONE VIBRATES

He's done what he wanted
to do, hasn't he?

He'll have not gone
far. Excuse me.

Neil Adamson.

Yep. All right, understood.

Steve Neill's team's on his way
over to Moat's house now.

RADIO: 'And in an update
to those shootings

'reported in Birtley earlier,

'police have now named a local
man, Raoul Moat from Fenham,

'in connection with
those attacks.'

PHONE DIALS

'Chronicle.' Matt, it's Diane.

Raoul Moat. Where do
we know that name from?

'We covered it, didn't we?

'Got sent down for
hitting his kid, I think.

'But listen, leave it with me,
and I'll get back to you.'

Diane Barnwell from The
Chronicle, Inspector.

Can I ask a couple of
very quick questions?

It's gonna have
to be very quick.

Erm, can we just establish
Northumbria Police

are treating this as
an isolated incident?

We don't believe the g*nman poses a
threat to the wider community, no.

And 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.

So these attacks
were carried out

by a recently-released
violent offender?

All g*n attacks are horrendous,
whoever carries them out.

They're also extremely
rare in this area,

as any local crime
reporter should know.

Is there anything else of relevance
to our readers, Inspector?

I mean, this is a man

who's come into a quiet,
residential area armed with a g*n.

And we're putting all our
resources into finding that man

and detaining him
as soon as possible.

Thank you.

Armed police! Armed police!

POLICE: Front Room
clear! Hallway clear!

Upstairs clear! Kitchen clear!

Boss, have a look at this.

Jesus.

He's emptied out the pellets

and packed the cartridges
full of lead weights...

..for maximum damage.

TV: 'Forensics have
been at the scene today

'to give police a clear review
of exactly what's happened,

'but officers have
been keen to stress

'that the people involved
in this incident

'are known to each other and
that it is not a random attack.'

'A postmortem is being
carried out today,

'but police are now
reassuring residents

'that they're now doing
everything possible

'to trace this man.'

Neil. Quick word.

So, the Force Intelligence
Bureau have been in touch.

I'm afraid we have an issue.

Apparently, a security
information report

on Moat was sent by HMP Durham
the morning after his release.

Right. What did it say?

Threat of violence.

MUTTERS: Jesus.

I don't know the details
yet. Why weren't we told?

It appears the email didn't reach
the Bureau until late on Friday,

after it had closed.

It was only picked up today.

I don't understand the delay.
Moat was released on Thursday.

It's being looked into.

And the bottom line right now

is that however horrific
the outcome,

this was an isolated
domestic dispute.

Moat has done his worst. We just
need to find him and bring him in.

If there's an upside to
this happening on a weekend,

it's less press attention.

So let's catch him
before the pack descends.

VARIOUS PHONE CALLS: 'Hello,
Northumbria Police.'

'I saw him in my garden,
and I looked...'

'We went to the window,

'but by the time we got there,
we couldn't see anything.'

'..spotted on my street

'and round the back of
my neighbour's property.'

'I turned, and there
was this...'

'A light came on, so I
went downstairs, but I...'

'I went outside to bring the dog
in, and I saw this shadow.'

'Talk me through it from the start.
I believe you saw him yourself?'

Howay, Raoul, mate.

Are you not gonna
ask us in, then?

Aye, course. Course, mate.

Moat was dropped at
the crime scene

in this white Ford
Transit van -

vehicle registration Mark,
Lima, Papa, Zero, Five,

Delta, Golf, Oscar.

This mobile phone was
found at the crime scene.

We've compiled the info
from that phone,

who Moat called and texted,

where they live and
who they called.

You've each got a list
of targets. Yeah?

We also know that he
was a keen bodybuilder,

and he worked the doors at
numerous bars and pubs in town.

He was known to fraternise

with our friends
from that world.

We know who these people are,

and they will know
where Raoul Moat is.

Right, good. Thank you.

Boss. Yeah? From
the call centre.

Why are we giving this Sutcliffe
character any credence?

Apparently, Moat just turned
up at his house.

Right.

OK, thank you.

Detective Inspector Nisha
Roberts, Northumbria Police.

How is she?

Surgeon's in with her now.

Are you OK?

Can't quite take it in.

Raoul was always making
threats, like, but this...

Was he violent towards your
daughter in the past?

Was he violent?

He was like a man possessed
half the time.

We used to call it
his "roid rage".

You know, all the steroids
he was taking.

He'd tell Sam if he
didn't bunch his fist,

you know, if he slapped her, like,
then that wasn't hitting her.

She'd leave him, but
he'd be round next day -

all flowers and apologies,
begging for another chance,

and then making a scene if
she wouldn't let him in.

Did she not report him?

Police haven't got time
for domestics, have you?

I cannot for the life of me

comprehend how he's
not still in jail.

Four month, he got.

Pathetic.

Samantha is out of surgery.

She sustained serious injuries,
but she's stable now.

Oh, thank God.

Thank you.

Hello, Sam.

How are you doing?

I can't... SNIFFLES

I keep waking up and
hoping it's all...

SNIFFLES

I just want him caught.

Was there any indication

to suggest that Raoul Moat might
have been planning this attack?

Did he make any threats?

Yeah.

Sam?

SOBBING I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean for...

I only said it to
keep him away from us!

Said what, Sam?

I told him Chris was a copper.

SOBS

Was he carrying a
weapon? Nah. Nothing.

What about his vehicle?

SUTCLIFFE SIGHS I didn't see.

So, he's come here,
he's took your phone.

Well, that's what
I'm telling you.

And if there's owt on that phone,
it's nowt to do with me, right?

Right, look, did he
say anything else?

SUTCLIFFE CHUCKLES You
don't wanna know.

I can assure you I very
much do want to know.

He said youse coppers
done him in.

Broke him.

I told him he should turn himself
in before anyone else gets hurt.

Right. What did he
say to that?

Said he doesn't care.

He's coming for youse.
Coming for who?

Coppers.

TV: 'This is the man who
police believe could be armed

'and could be potentially
dangerous.

'Raoul Moat, from
the Newcastle area,

'has only recently been
released from Durham Prison,

'after serving a short
sentence for as*ault.

'In the early hours
of this morning,

'police say he shot a man dead
in the Birtley area of Gateshead,

'before sh**ting his
ex-girlfriend.

'She's now seriously
ill in hospital.

'This video appears to show a
body lying on the floor...'

It's not just the telly
and the tabloids -

some of this stuff online.

Honestly, Matt. Look.

"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.

PHONE DIALS

'Police Emergency.'

'This is the g*nman
from Birtley last night.

'My name is Raoul Moat.'

Look at that. That's the
slugs he's been using.

Sickening, isn't it? Look.

Poor kids didn't
stand a chance.

It's not a random, red-mist
k*lling. It's a...

stone-cold execution.

DOOR OPENS Boss! Moat's
on to the call centre.

'What I'm phoning about

'is to tell you exactly why
I've done what I've done.'

Are we getting anything
off the cell site?

'My girlfriend has been having
an affair behind my back

'with one of your officers.

'If he hadn't have been
a police officer,

'I wouldn't have shot him.

'But you police have
had my life,

'and now you think
you can take her, too.

'Youse have hassled me
for so many years.

'You come anywhere near
us and I'll k*ll you.

'Now, 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.'

Right, can we get any
closer to that?

'As soon as I found out he was a
police officer, I thought, "Nah."

' "Nah, youse have had
too much from me." '

Where is he? West End.

Where in the West End?
I think he's moving.

Close as you can get,
please. Come on.

'I'll give youse a chance.

'I'll give you a chance to k*ll us
cos I am hunting for officers now.

"Hunting for officers"? We
need to get an alert out.

Call it upstairs. Quickly.

MOBILE PHONE DINGS

CHUCKLES

PHONE BLEEPS He's hung up.

MOBILE PHONE DINGS

CONTINUOUS BEEP

g*nsh*t

This is Raoul Moat,
the Birtley g*nman.

Are you taking me
seriously now?

Are you taking me
seriously now?