*CREDITS*
DEAD MAN'S TIME
Hello?
- Aileen Daly? - Speaking.
Aileen, my name is Marion.
I apologise in advance
- for calling out of the blue... - Hold on, hold on.
There's someone at the door.
Yeah, I'll hold...
Can I help you?
Good afternoon.
We're from East Sussex Water.
We're investigating a leak in the area,
and we'd like to do some pressure readings
if that's okay?
Err, alright, come in.
Um, I've, err,
I've got someone on the phone.
Oh, won't take a minute.
Hello, I'm back. Now what's this about?
In a word... Spain.
We have a portfolio of flats and villas
that are simply unrivalled in value, build quality...
My last passport expired five years ago
what would I want with a... a flat in Spain?
Erm...
I thought you were checking the water pressure...?
I know that look.
Yes, a tie-up robbery in Lavinia Gardens.
Uniform have passed it on to Major Crime.
- Victim? - Aileen Daly, 66.
She was tortured and may not survive.
Who raised the alarm?
Her brother Gavin Daly.
He normally speaks to her every day.
But he was in Paris on business, erm,
he called the police when he failed to reach her.
Tortured?
Punched repeatedly.
And...
there's evidence of cigarette burns.
Listen, you've had a long shift
and you're gonna need all the sleep you can get,
with that new baby on the way.
- I've got this one. - Where is she?
- Sussex Central? - Err, yeah...
Right, I'm gonna go see her and talk to her,
I'll meet you at Lavinia Gardens.
So, one of them did the talking...
He was Irish...
Derry maybe...
Not, erm, not Dublin.
- What about the other one? - Darker...
He...
He hurt me.
I was on the phone.
You were on the phone when the men arrived?
Uh-huh.
Did you end the call
when you went to the door?
No.
So, you stayed on the line while you answered the door?
Stupid...
cold call.
Is there anything else you can think of that
might help us identify them, anything at all,
that you can remember?
Sorry to pressure you, Aileen.
Oh, oh.
One of them...
His... his glove.
His glove?
Just for a second.
He took his glove off 'for a second'?
- Yes. - Where did that happen, Aileen?
Wh... Wh... Where was that?
Phone.
He took his glove off to use the phone?
No.
- Aileen? - Excuse me.
- Can you give us some space? - Aileen.
Can you hear me? Aileen?
- Jen, can you check the monitor? - Aileen.
But whether this means an end to the selling off
of Brighton's school playing fields remains to be seen.
That's it from me and the "Look South" team.
We'll be back with you again tomorrow.
And we're clear.
There probably is some level of corruption,
but I'm actually digging more
into the sheer incompetence of his tenure.
In a way it's more shocking, more damning.
Sounds good.
Almost feel sorry for him with you on his tail.
I'll let you get on. See you tomorrow.
Thanks, Molly.
If you wanted to get together before the Monday...
What...?
Sarah...?
It... It's... It's nothing, okay?
It's... It's... It's nothing. It's...
You'll have to do better than that, Sarah.
I appreciate your concern, I do.
But if you breathe a word of this,
it will come between us, and I would hate that.
Detective Superintendent Grace, can I help you?
Yeah, I'm Gavin Daly.
I was told I'd find my sister here.
This is my son Lewis.
I thought you were in Paris, Mr. Daly?
Yeah, I came straight from Gatwick.
Dr. Andrews, this is Gavin Daly,
Aileen's brother.
Tell me everything. Spare me nothing.
She has compound skull fractures
and a lesion to the cervical area of her spinal cord.
- Caused by? - Caused by...
blunt force trauma to the spine.
It's likely to leave her a paraplegic...
My God...
Excuse me.
- I'm sorry. - Not half as sorry as I am.
Of course, sir. I understand.
Oh, you do, do you?
Well you tell me what you understand then hey?
- Dad. - You get off home!
I'll call you.
We will do everything in our power
to find the people who did this.
Everything, I promise you that.
Now I have to attend the crime scene.
If you need anything Mr. Daly anything at all.
Please, call me.
It's Gavin.
I'm here, Aileen.
Did they take it...?
Oh, look it doesn't matter.
Only you matter.
All we had left of him.
Remember the lad...?
Watch the numbers.
Whatever it meant, we failed.
We never solved the riddle and we never found Pa.
You tried your best.
Yeah, and got nowhere.
He made his own mistakes.
Do you know what today is?
Yeah.
So how can it be a coincidence?
How?
You were a great son...
and you've been a great brother.
You are a fighter, Aileen Daly.
You're gonna survive this
and you will see the bastards responsible suffer,
I promise you that.
- We're all done here, sir. - Okay, thanks...
Sir.
Looks like a fair bit's missing.
Need to find out what exactly,
before they try and shift it.
CCTV?
No. No joy.
But we're canvassing neighbours,
seeing if anyone's had any similar break-ins.
Well, tell them to go back a bit.
Sometimes the smart ones wait two, three years
before hitting the same street.
Like crop rotation...
A fallow field's a fertile field.
Yeah well, they're definitely pros,
and pros always plan.
I'll whip up some billboards.
See if anyone's clocked an unfamiliar vehicle
in the past few days.
Nick, get the lab to pay
particular attention to the phones.
Aileen said one of them took off his glove
and it was something to do with a phone.
Yeah, but could be his own phone?
Could've been.
In which case it's no help at all.
On the other hand...
I got your voicemail.
How is she?
There's permanent damage to her spine.
They burned her with cigarettes.
Dad's beside himself.
If she dies, will you inherit anything?
- How could you ask that...? - Molly saw these at work today.
It's a bit awkward.
What did you say?
What could I say?
It's quite a collection.
Narrow focus though.
East End villains of the '50s and '60s.
All read multiple times...
A bit obsessive.
Wonder how it got started?
"Dear Sir or Madam,
In the many years I have been visiting this area,
I have never ceased to take satisfaction from the pleasure
people gain in realising money from old,
often forgotten items..."
- Sounds like a knocker-boy. - A what?
A sort of rag-and-bone man with benefits.
Sounds terrifying.
No. A knocker-boy, he charms his way in,
clocks the valuables, makes a low-ball offer,
maybe he'll have a cup of tea but he doesn't push it.
'Cause his Plan B is actually his Plan A...
to sell the intel to professional burglars
takes a cut of the booty, no risk.
Alvin Morris Smallbone.
Smallbone?
AMS.
He's lying low after assaulting Larry Brooker, right?
Even his parole officer can't find him.
Is he daft enough to break cover?
No, he's not daft but he is arrogant.
The first time I nicked him,
I found a shedload of criminal contacts
in the antiques.
Excuse me, sir, sorry, you can't be here.
- This is a crime scene... - It's alright Glen.
This is Aileen's brother, Gavin Daly.
Oh. How's she, err...?
What would you think?
She's up on her bed doing a jig?
What about the safe?
Mr. Daly...?
The watch.
They took my father's watch.
I guided Aileen with her purchases,
all documented for insurance purposes.
The watch was a Clairmont Leroux...
One of only three left in the world.
Worth two million plus change.
Not insured for one reason only...
Because if you register it, it becomes a target.
Yeah.
So, given that...
who knew it was here?
Excuse me.
Just heard from the hospital,
she has taken a turn for the worst...
I'm afraid Aileen's condition has worsened.
We'll have you driven back to the hospital.
- We're going back to hospital. - All right boss.
- See you later. - Give her my best.
Not short of a bob or two, is he.
Be good to know how he made it.
Antique clocks and watches.
Yeah, he's got two shops in the Lanes
and a few more premises in London apparently.
Roy.
I followed up on AMS Valuables.
And the mobile on the leaflet's a burner
but it's pinging a mast on the Drakefield estate.
That's a huge area.
Yeah, so I cross-referenced
with known associates of Smallbones
and I got a hit...
on/off girlfriend Donna Grant.
Good work, Bella. Come on, let's go.
Are you sure about this?
I mean why would he leave a flyer
in a house he plans to rob?
Loads of reasons.
All right, well, right now I'll settle for one.
Okay, she takes the flyer
to be polite or get rid of him.
Then she stuffs it in a drawer and forgets about it.
Okay, so it's not that you're fixated in him or anything, no?
We should have back-up.
Recognise this?
AMS.
Alvin Morris Smallbone.
Al, what's going on?
There's nothing's going on.
It's just a bit of
common-or-garden harassment.
Isn't that right, Roy?
Does anyone distribute these leaflets on your behalf?
No.
Because thanks to you,
I lack the wherewithal to employ assistants.
So, you personally distributed this leaflet to Aileen Daly,
68 Lavinia Gardens?
Guilty.
Of earning a buck. Or trying to.
Guilty, at best,
of selling on information
to professional house breakers.
Who burned a 66-year-old woman with cigarettes,
caused permanent damage to her spine,
and left her for dead.
Flat, phone, car, laptop, bank accounts,
I'm getting warrants for the lot.
Somewhere there is a link,
and I will find it and I will tie you to this.
He's obsessed with me.
Hm.
- Obsessed. - Alvin?
In the meantime, Alvin Smallbone,
I am arresting you on suspicion of the assault
of Larry Brooker.
Let's go!
20, 21,
22, 23, 24,
25, 26...
Doors closing. Lift going down.
I'm touched I'm still so important to you.
Surprised, too.
What with the new lady
and a bun in the oven...
Say that again.
Doors opening.
- It's a full house I'm afraid. - Lift going down.
Oh!
Get off me!
Lift going down.
Gah!
Doors opening.
Doors closing. Lift going down.
Doors opening.
- Glen? - We're on the stairs.
Hey!
Oi, stop!
Car park.
Oi, stop!
Alvin, get in!
Back up.
Aileen Daly died at 17:54 this evening.
And now this is a murder inquiry.
Smallbone put this team together, I have no doubt,
so we need to find him before he leaves Brighton.
The driver, any kind of description would help?
They, uh, they had their hood up.
Nothing from CCTV?
Well, not yet, but If you know where the cameras are then...
How about forensics from the house?
As per your request, all phones are being printed
and swabbed as a priority...
Same goes for the area where she was tied up
and the cigarettes recovered from the floor.
Everything suggests this was a targeted robbery,
as in the stolen paintings and antiques were a sideshow.
The main prize on offer here,
was a Clairmont Leroux watch
valued north of £2 million.
- You said it wasn't insured? - Correct.
But Smallbone seems to have known that it was in the safe.
Yeah, but even if the antiques were secondary
to the watch, he'd still have to shift them.
Yeah, and he's smart enough to know
that he can't do that openly.
Yeah, well items'll be registered, flags'll be raised...
So, what're his options?
Arrange for private buyers off grid?
Either that or getting the antiques out the country.
Liaise with ports and airports,
anyone with a link
to the antiques trade needs a second look.
Aileen took a call from a "Crescent Cove Open Villas"
right before her killers knocked on her door.
Yeah, and she said they stayed on the line
while she let the two men in the house.
Right, so they might've overheard something?
We'll check it out first thing.
Good
Hey, err,
none of the prints or DNA samples
we recovered are scoring a match on the database.
They swabbed all the phones?
Handsets plus base units times three
and Aileen's mobile.
Sorry, boss.
Norman. Anything news on Smallbone?
Well uniforms have thrown a net over his stomping ground.
They're in the pubs, and flats, they're pulling cars,
if he's there we'll get him.
Okay, keep on it.
Nick, I'm at Lavinia Gardens, I need you to come by,
pick up some evidence and run it straight to the lab, okay?
Yeah, now worries, boss. Give me half an hour.
Next time come in a bloody marked car.
Really?
Look I'm very sorry about Aileen, Mr. Daly.
But would you mind telling me what you're doing here?
Hoping they'd come back for the rest.
Let us do our job, eh.
Your man Branson said there'd be regular patrols
but in the time, I've been here it was just you.
Well, I suppose pleading budget cuts won't help, will it?
Well on the plus side, they err...
they said I was lucky to have you on this.
Well, I'd better start living up to that, hadn't I.
Let's start with the watch.
It's not about the financial loss, is it?
Well 2 million quid's a lot of money.
You never insured it,
you never repaired it, and you never wore it.
Shall we go outside?
My sister never let me smoke in here,
and the sentimental side of me
likes to think she might be watching?
My pa was apprenticed to a watchmaker
called Barlow, in Stepney Wick.
'Good Night, Mr. Barlow.
A grumpy old sod.
He never thought much of us.
I was 7 years old and fascinated by that watch.
I wouldn't go to sleep at night, until Pa had shown it to me.
Worked every time...
until the night our lives were torn apart by Ian Padmore.
Brendan?!
Brendan Daly?!
Listen, Gavin. Promise me something?
- Whatever happens... - Brendan.
- you'll look after Aileen? - Come on!
- I need you to promise? - I promise.
Brendan!
Pa.
Don't hurt them.
Got something to say, lad?
We're on the clock, boss.
We are, Ellis, in every sense.
Come on.
Come on!
Go on!
Come on, Ellis!
That night the watchmakers was robbed.
Barlow was killed and Pa disappeared.
I was convinced that he'd come back to us.
But me and Aileen were packed off to Brighton,
to live with Pa's sister Vi.
Hurry up!
Even as we headed for the train,
I couldn't believe he would just abandon us.
Pa will join us soon and if he doesn't.
I'll go fetch him myself!
Watch the numbers.
If they come for you, don't hesitate.
Use it.
Hey!
Welcome aboard!
Gavin...
Why'd he give you this?
I don't know, Auntie Vi.
_
What else did he give you?
It's Pa's.
Come on.
All aboard!
So when Ellis told you to "Watch the numbers" he meant 158?
And the numbers on the broken watch.
See?
He set it to just after 4:00
on the 26th of March.
That wasn't the date my Pa was taken.
Did you know what this meant?
No.
Not then, not now.
Not for me, thanks.
Oh c'mon, Superintendent,
I've lost my sister, don't make me drink alone.
Okay, a small one.
I saw all the books about East End villains...
Yeah, me and Aileen...
we've never stopped looking.
Look the realist in me knows that Padmore killed Pa
or had his men do it.
I mean 'Of course he had to go,
he'd seen 'em murder his boss.
But now I think, "No.
Why did this lad Ellis come after me,
eh, take that risk and leave me those clues?"
Yeah, if they didn't mean something, lead somewhere.
Yeah but...
if he survived that night...
If he...
if he got away...
Then in some ways he abandoned you.
He...
made a conscious choice to leave you behind?
That's very perceptive, Superintendent.
Do you have experience in that department?
Sorry?
Abandonment.
We're not talking about me, Mr. Daly.
My Pa was taken on the 6th of April 1964.
Sixty years ago to the day.
There's not a bone in my body
that thinks that's a coincidence.
What about the men who took your father?
Any of them still alive?
Boss?
Back in a minute.
Thanks, Nick.
Oh, anything on Smallbone?
Spoke to Aileen's housekeeper, though, Nancy.
According to her,
Aileen and her brother
had a big row day before yesterday.
And she said he's the one
who kicked out a spindle on the stairs.
Okay. I... I want you to pull some files
from the Met archives.
The abduction of Brendan Daly
and the murder of Max Barlow in Stepney Wick
on the 6th of April 1964.
Sixty years ago today?
Yes, it is.
Nancy's run her mouth off has she?
Thought she might.
Whereas you were happy for us to believe
this happened during the break-in.
Siblings quarrel. Storm in a teacup.
What was the argument about?
Nothing.
It was enough for you to lose your temper.
There's a fine line between protecting someone
and smothering 'em.
But it had nothing to do with Aileen's murder.
So, what was the flashpoint?
She said something cruel and I err...
I overreacted.
She said if it wasn't for me
she could've had a husband, children...
a life.
_
Dad you're taking too long!
Give me five minutes, guys!
The hospital want me to work through till 10:00.
Tuesdays from next month.
- 10:00?! - It's the cuts...
- Tuesdays are a load of... - Hey, excuse me.
Family friendly, please!
Okay, well, when do you need to decide by?
Oh. So you have already?
Well, I can tell them I've had second thoughts...
No. No, honestly look it's fine.
You're in demand, Ari, that's great.
Mwah! Snacks.
The extra money'll come in handy, too.
Even if we end up spending it on a nanny instead of a new house.
We don't need a nanny, okay, we've got this!
You'll be up to your eyes, Detective Inspector.
Nick dropped these over last night.
Oh...
Don't tell me. You've read the lot?
Skim-read a couple.
Kinda stopped the unpacking in its tracks...
I'm surprised I haven't heard of the Padmores
Just as bad as the Krays and the Richardsons.
Really?
- Hmm. - Go on.
This guy Ian Padmore,
he was a sadistic gang leader and slum landlord.
He would drive up rent then force
his indebted tenants into criminality.
The young women would typically become prostitutes,
and the young men would be forced to rob and steal
or face serious consequences.
So Gavin's dad was one of many...
Brendan Daly was forced to rob the watchmakers
where he worked or face eviction.
He likely died defending the man he was supposed to rob.
- Hmm. - They never found his body.
Oh, God...
A watch.
That's all his son and daughter have to remember him by...
Listen, you haven't seen a silver link bracelet, have you?
Yours?
Sandy's.
It seemed to disappear from the jewellery box
when I was packing up.
Not guilty.
But I will keep an eye out.
How was old man Daly?
I hear single malt was served?
Histories were shared?
The man as just lost his sister.
He wanted some company.
Ain't nothing wrong with tap water, Roy.
And tell Nick that no-one likes a gassing fishwife.
"Open Villas"?
What's that all about?
Swingers of Southern Spain unite?
By the looks of their website,
it's just a bloody timeshare company.
My Grandad got a place in Cyprus after my nan died.
Oh yeah. Happy ending?
Happy-ish, he died of a stroke in the jacuzzi.
Well, that's my plan after you cork it.
Hmm, not if the microwaved pasties kill you first.
Hm.
Erm, I'm DS Norman Potting.
Do you work here Miss...?
Oh... Marion, Marion Dupont, yeah.
Crescent Cove Villas.
Tell me, does the name Aileen Daly
mean anything to you?
Err, maybe. Yeah, hang on.
Yeah, I called her yesterday morning at 9:02 a.m.
Do your records say anything else?
Err...
Yeah.
She wasn't interested.
Made me laugh actually.
Said her passport expired years ago
so why would she want a flat in Spain?
Was there anything else unusual or memorable about the call?
She was interrupted by someone at the door.
I just waited, then, we finished the call.
While you were waiting, what could you hear
on the other end?
I could heard a man's voice maybe...
I dunno.
Could you hear what he was saying?
Or Aileen's response?
No, sorry.
Has something happened to her?
No prints or DNA so far.
Despite the savagery of the attack,
they were cautious, controlled.
Here.
What is it...?
These coin-shaped bruises...
Almost covered by the bruising from the stamping
and the kicking but the uniform shape and size
suggests an old-school knuckle-duster.
It's not a fingerprint but a rarely seen weapon these days.
Rare enough to cross-reference with other assaults?
Only one way to find out...
You're in antiques, right?
Like your dad?
Does the name Alvin Smallbone mean anything to you?
He's at the rougher end of the trade?
No.
When was the last time you saw your aunt?
Dad's birthday, right?
About a month ago.
Sound about right, Sarah? A month?
Yeah.
So, you weren't in the habit of just popping in to see Aileen?
I mean she was only down the road?
Not regularly.
No.
The truth is... and jump in
if you think this is unfair.
but the truth is Gavin doted on his sister to a fault.
Didn't leave much room for the rest of us.
They were very close growing up.
Mum, God rest her soul, used to say that
Dad was Aileen's brother first
and mum's husband second.
That must've been tough?
Thank you for coming in person, Superintendent.
Not at all.
Broken windows...?
Oh...
That was, err...
We had a thing with some kids.
They thought we'd run over one of their bikes it's...
It's all err, sorted now.
Well, thanks for your help.
Bella, I need you to run background
on Lewis Daly and Sarah Courtney.
Has Lewis ever crossed paths with Smallbone
in a business capacity?
and did Sarah cover his court case, etc.?
There's a dentist opposite their house,
see how far back their CCTV goes.
How we doing with the Padmore gang anything?
Padmore and his men went down in '73 for ten years.
Padmore died in '90. Two of the other ones died.
One of them emigrated to Australia.
Leaving Clive Ellis.
Clive "Watch the Numbers" Ellis?
Yeah, and he vanished off the face of the earth in '73.
Which is interesting because the name
of a key prosecution witness against Padmore
is redacted in the court files.
Witness protection?
Yeah, I reckon.
But Ellis helped Gavin.
Right, he gave him the watch, he gave him the clues.
That's debatable.
Those "clues" have plagued him his whole life.
Yeah, but still, why would he come after him now?
After all these years?
I don't know.
But we need to find Ellis.
Here you are. One of our best sellers.
Mid century replica.
Hm?
Perfect for your place, tables to match.
There's just no part of me that looks at that
and thinks I'm looking at something 50-60 years old.
Well...
you're not.
Then how is it a replica?
Sorry...
One sec.
- Dad? - Why is Millpark Street closed
when it's bloody nearly lunchtime?
- What...? - Look, I turn a blind eye to you
moonlighting on your latest venture,
but I do expect you to earn the generous
weekly salary I pay you.
Sue was supposed to open up?
I've had this meeting in the diary...
Shit.
Shit!
Roy. We've found Smallbone.
No honour among thieves, then, eh?
Two things, and we'll let you rest.
Who tortured and killed Aileen Daly?
What was the other thing?
I'm guessing the same person that put you in here?
Names, Alvin.
We can't protect you if we don't know who from.
- I never set foot in that house. - So you didn't knock.
You just pushed a flyer through a letterbox?
Perhaps she was out.
Or perhaps she was in and she invited you in,
made you a cup of tea, but then rebuffed your kind offer
to turn her many valuables into cash
and kind of forced your hand.
Know this, that house is being swabbed
and printed from top to bottom as we speak,
so if we find the minutest trace of your DNA...
Okay.
She wasn't out. She did invite me in.
Lots of good stuff, Roy, some of it seriously good.
It's not my scene.
Hurting old ladies.
So, what, you passed on the intel
to someone a bit less scrupulous, was that it?
And that's all I did.
I need names, Alvin,
or I swear to God you will go down for this.
The planning, the torture, the murder.
Tudor. Frank Tudor.
Now piss off.
I'll track down this Frank Tudor.
- Mean anything to you? - Maybe.
Old-school villain from Hove, I think.
Nick, what have you got?
Yeah, you were spot-on, boss.
Got a print off the phone socket at Aileen's house.
It's a match for convicted robber Sean Barnes.
- Do we have an address? - We do.
Council records put him in a rented a cottage
on the Downs for the past two years.
Police!
Sean Barnes, we have a warrant for your arrest.
Okay, Mr. Tudor,
why don't you tell me about Sean Barnes?
Never heard of him.
Alvin Smallbone has implicated you
in the torture and murder of Aileen Daly.
We know Barnes was there,
and your CV suggests that you're more than capable.
10 years ago, maybe I'd have been up for the robbery.
But I'm too old for it now. I don't need the drama.
So, what? Smallbone's lying, is he?
He told me the basics.
I was interested for about five minutes.
Okay, so what changed?
He said the target was Aileen Daly.
The sister of Gavin.
And that somehow put you off?
Gavin Daly's not a man to cross.
Okay. So...
if word got out
that we'd pulled you in in connection with Aileen's murder
and somehow Gavin heard about it...
What do you want?
What have you got?
Between us, of course.
Did they steal watches? Timepieces? High value?
I'll take that as a yes, then.
How did you know?
I heard Mark Devlin's in from Marbella.
Watches are his thing, lifted to order.
Could be a coincidence, of course.
Tudor's as tough as old boots,
but he meant it when he said
that Gavin Daly's not a man to cross.
So listen, I'm thinking...
You're thinking it was Gavin
who snatched Smallbone and tortured him?
It's possible, right?
It's probable. We mustn't split focus.
Look, I know you've got this soft spot
for this old man Daly geezer, right?
Finding Aileen's killer is the main priority,
but you've just told me Tudor and Smallbone
had nothing to do with it?
That's my instinct, yeah.
Yeah, it's mine too.
Tudor's right. That watch dealer,
Mark Devlin, being in town, that's not a coincidence.
- Find him. - Yeah, okay.
Thanks, Glenn.
This is Mark Drake, who owns the farm.
Mr. Drake, when did you last see Sean Barnes?
Err, yesterday.
Yeah, he settled up and cleared out.
He even paid two months on top for the inconvenience.
Did he have use of a garage or a storage facility?
Anything like that?
Did he leave a forwarding address?
Err, no.
No, well, you must've had a contract?
Paperwork? Something?
The police are on to me, which means they'll be on to you
if they're not already.
You thought you'd speed things up by coming here, did you?
I was giving you fair warning.
You weren't answering your phone!
Look, brass tacks, we need to get out of Brighton,
then the country.
That'll cost.
Well, it's a good thing Daly's offering
a 100K reward, then, isn't it?
We've got the watch.
I say we ask the boss for a bigger cut.
That's risky, Sean.
You forgotten who our boss works for?
Aye. Rich bastards
who can and will pay for this all to go away.
So Barnes' criminal contacts are extensive to say the least.
And fair few are inside,
but it still leaves us with 20-plus candidates.
Right, that's all I've got. It's, err, pretty skeletal.
Aye, you're not kidding.
Green Ash Estates?
Yeah. The letting agency that he came through.
Get them on the phone, see if he left a forwarding address.
Welcome back, sir.
Mr. Devlin. Hi.
- How are you, alright? - Yes, good.
So lovely to see you again.
Yeah, so, I've hit up all the cool hotels
and I found Mark Devlin, the watch dealer,
at the Flint House.
Got eyes on him now.
Good. How does he seem to you?
A man who's equally ready for business or pleasure.
Stay on him.
Yeah, okay.
Right, I've been going through Aileen's diary,
and the initial Z appears on the morning of her death.
But no-one with a first or last name beginning with Z
appears in her address book.
Okay, keep digging,
but our focus is finding Barnes and ID'ing his partner.
Roy? Green Ash Estates, the letting agency Sean Barnes used,
is owned by the Padmore Partnership.
Padmore?
I had the same question, and the answer's yes.
Isn't that the same family that killed Brendan Daly's boss?
Yeah. The Padmore empire is now, well,
if not a global concern, a Europe-wide one.
Padmore Partnership own 300-plus subsidiaries
and is valued north of 800 mill.
Wow.
Scratch the surface and not much has changed.
The companies mainly peddle cheap lets and credit.
Money in your pocket, roof over your head.
There's always a market for that, isn't there?
What you thinking?
How could the Padmores having any kind of link
to Aileen's murder be coincidence?
Half a century's elapsed. How can it be anything else?
Not forgetting she was killed on the anniversary
- of her dad's disappearance. - So, what you saying?
The Padmores have been plaguing the Daly family down the years?
Why? It doesn't seem credible.
Agreed, but nor is the idea that this is just chance or bad luck.
I mean, people don't change, do they?
I mean, not really.
It's been 60 years since Brendan Daly was killed...
sorry, disappeared.
I hear you, Norman.
But, boss, right, you're always looking for patterns,
but maybe sometimes there isn't a pattern.
It's just random shit.
Look, how do we road-test this notion?
Never mind prove it?
Time-shares.
Time-shares could be in the Padmores' wheelhouse.
I mean, that... It's accommodation of sorts.
Okay.
Aileen was cold-called about time-shares, right?
Yeah, by Marion Dupont, the morning she was attacked.
So maybe it was a ploy?
To wrong-foot her just as Barnes and his partner showed up?
We want 80 grand cash today
or we collect Gavin Daly's reward.
Yeah, good luck with that.
Why'd you have to kill the old lady, you moron?
She wouldn't give up the code.
"She wouldn't give up the code."
This what I've got to work with?
Does Marion Dupont have a record?
Yeah, she does. One ABH from her days, err,
as a loan shark for Chance Credit.
What do you want to do, pick her up?
Get a warrant out, search property?
You're right, Roy. It is the Padmores' wheelhouse.
Crescent Cove Open Villas and Chance Credit
are both owned by the Padmore Partnership.
You said Barnes has an extensive list of criminal contacts?
Prioritise anyone who works in rental debt collection.
Cheers, Taylor. See you tomorrow.
I heard about Lewis' aunt.
My God, I'm so sorry.
- Thank you. - How's he doing?
Lewis, I mean?
Are you sorry, or are you fishing?
I'm sorry.
But we do need to talk.
Leave it alone, Molly, for both of our sakes.
So, this is the CCTV from the dentist opposite Lewis' house.
Doesn't show who broke the windows, but...
- Can we find out who she is? - Sure.
Alright. I've had another sift through Barnes' associates,
prioritising loan sharks and rent collectors.
What's this? The not-so-short shortlist?
Oh, didn't I mention, I've got a favourite.
Robert Macario.
Multiple GBH convictions, even an attempted murder charge,
and he beat that.
So why's he risen to the top?
Well, in all but one of his GBHs
he used a knuckle-duster.
And we can definitely tie Macario to Barnes?
Yeah, and Marion Dupont.
He was loan sharking for her at Chance Credit,
and he was Barnes' cellie at Eastville prison.
Glenn?
Uniform have just found the body of Sean Barnes.
I'm heading to the scene now.
Surveillance are gonna take over here.
An unknown female called it in. Two assailants.
The one who did the deed sounds like it could be Macario.
The other one was a woman who drove off in an Audi TT.
The burst blood vessels in his eyes
are consistent with a haemorrhaging associated
with asphyxiation.
But his hands are clean.
No bruises on the knuckles, nothing under the nails.
No attempt to fight back, then?
Whoever did this was highly practised,
possibly someone Barnes trusted.
Well, Macario ticks both boxes.
Never trust a man with a knuckle-duster, boys and girls.
I want Macario and Dupont in custody by morning.
I don't care what it takes.
Also, keep eyes on Devlin.
There's every chance they'll meet him at the Flint House.
And we revisit all interested parties,
anyone who might be or might've been
in business with the Padmores.
Starting with her, Sarah Courtney.
Because that is not an "S."
It's a "Z."
Aileen's 11:00 a.m.
And if she was, it's a bit odd she didn't mention it, eh?
Zoe's my real name.
I changed it because there was another presenter
called Zoe Courtney, believe it or not.
So it was you Aileen was seeing the morning she died?
I just popped over for half an hour.
I liked Aileen. Liked her house. Liked her vibe.
We used to just sit and chat
and listen to old Nina Simone records.
Sounds innocuous.
Why didn't you mention this to us?
For the same reason that she refers to me
as "Z" in her diary.
Gavin is very controlling.
Sees the worst in people.
Well, everyone except for his sister and his dad.
So he would see your fraternizing as what?
- Muscling in on her will? - Exactly.
And when you say he sees the worst in people,
that includes Lewis?
Times a thousand.
His idea of being a good dad
was sending him off to boarding school.
Just "out of sight, out of mind."
And how does Lewis feel about him?
Err...
ask me an easy one.
Erm...
loves him and hates him in equal measure.
Lewis is an only child, and his mum died of cancer
- when he was little, so... - His dad was his whole world?
And he'll never stop craving his approval.
Okay. Well, err, thanks for your help.
That looks like a fun night. That your producer?
Err, no, that's Molly, my researcher.
That's my producer on the end.
Molly Daniels?
DS Potting, DS Moy.
- You got a minute? - Not really.
We've been trying to contact you
so we could clarify your relationship with Lewis Daly.
He's married to my boss.
That's my relationship with Lewis Daly.
So you've never been to visit him at his home,
34 Barstock Road?
Christ.
I don't know where to start.
Try the beginning.
Sarah... someone assaulted her.
I mean badly.
She had these weird bruises, three or four in a row.
I thought it was Lewis.
Right. And you confronted him?
He denied it. Persuasively.
He presumably offered an alternative explanation?
'Cause to my unreconstructed eye,
this looks like he's paying you off, yeah.
You've got your dates mixed up.
That was before I saw Sarah's bruises.
I did some research work for him.
- Research work? - He wanted me to look into
the circumstances of his grandfather's disappearance.
Molly, we need you on the floor.
One second.
Look, I'm under exclusive contract here,
but I needed the money.
Okay. We're done.
- Bruises. - You thinking what I'm thinking?
- Knuckle-dusters. - Just like Aileen.
Macario.
Why would Macario want to attack Sarah Courtney?
She had her windows smashed 'cause she owed money
and Macario was collecting.
Still wants her getting paid for her TV work,
leaves her face intact.
Yeah. That kind of work pays pretty well.
So why's Sarah Courtney in that kind of debt?
There's no easy way to say this.
A woman we believe to have been involved in Aileen's murder
is a long-term employee of the Padmore Partnership.
The Partnership is now a fully...
I know all about the Padmore Partnership.
I can tell you their share price for the past 30 years.
What kind of employee?
She worked for two of their subsidiaries,
a property agency and a loan company.
If someone's coming for me,
someone with knowledge of my past,
it makes me think, what else do they know?
Tables can always be turned.
Let me stop you there.
Unless you want me to be charge you with the Smallbone assault.
I deny all charges.
Okay.
Off the record. That was you, right?
Who snatched Smallbone from police custody?
My custody?
And in the process, I assume that you... or your driver...
asked him if he had a hand in the robbery?
- So? - He denied it,
and in the end, I believed him.
But you misunderstand me, Superintendent.
I mean, what else do they know about my father?
They might know what happened to him,
where he's been all these years.
If the Padmores don't know, no-one does.
- Glenn. - Receptionist said
that Devlin's ordered lunch in his room times three.
Okay. All hands on deck, but you're in charge.
Glenn, tread carefully, especially with Macario.
Yeah. Roger that.
Come in.
One of you owes money to dangerous people,
and I think it's Lewis, not you.
They targeted you because they thought it would be quicker,
- move the dial. - It's none of your business.
The man who murdered Aileen beat her with a knuckle-duster.
That's my business, Sarah.
His name is Robert Macario.
He's a seasoned criminal, now works as a debt collector.
Is that the context in which you met him?
Yeah.
Is there a reason you used to visit Aileen on your own,
without Lewis?
He resented her because his dad doted on her.
But if the two of you got on
and you were with her the day she died, why hide it?
Like I told your colleagues...
Because of Gavin?
I don't buy it, Sarah.
Withholding the fact that you were one of the last people
to see her alive is a big deal, and you know it.
You were asking her for money, right?
And my guess is that she said no?
She said that all of my other visits
were just to butter her up.
Harsh but true?
No.
But I should've come forward.
Well, I understand why you didn't.
You're in the public eye, almost famous.
Asking an old lady for money just before she turns up dead,
- that's bad optics. - Stop it.
But so is obstructing a murder inquiry,
which is what your sin of omission amounts to.
Now, you can make amends.
Lewis was scared.
But was he scared enough to point Macario
in the direction of Aileen and the watch?
I know that is a horrible, horrible notion,
but it is something we have to consider.
I don't know.
I-I don't know.
Lewis.
- Can I come in? - It's not a good time.
I wanna see the page.
I've been thinking about Grandpa Brendan,
thinking maybe we can find him together.
Oh, no, this way.
He's getting antsy.
Two occupants, waiting for visual.
Confirmed. Dupont and Macario in the car.
Hold it.
On my word.
Shit.
Go, go, go!
Stop! Police!
Stay down.
Stay down!
Not to piss on your parade, but, erm...
I've looked at those words and numbers every which way.
So have I, Dad.
Paid people even smarter than you to do the same.
What if "158" isn't numbers, but letters?
- Whoa, whoa! Careful! - What if it's...
I dunno... "ISB" or... or "LSB"?
Numbers, letters, backwards, forwards,
I've considered everything.
Right, well, humour me.
Have you considered that "watch the numbers"
could be a play on the actual word "watch,"
so it means something like,
"Watch the numbers on the watch"?
Well, I'm sure in the mists of time I've explored that, yeah.
- You don't sound very certain. - Well, it led nowhere, Lewis.
It stopped at one minute past 4:00 on the 26th March
- with the second hand at 7. - So?
So if you boiled that down to numbers,
starting with the biggest measure, months,
and ending with the smallest measure, seconds,
that'd give you...
3-2-6-4-1-7.
Except "watch the numbers"
could mean something totally different.
- It could. - Even if you're right,
the numbers could be computed in a hundred different ways.
Let's start with the letters.
Solve that, and maybe the numbers'll fall into place.
Okay "ISB."
No, no, no.
Lewis, mate, I've got things to do.
"LSB," okay?
"LSB" plus "London" plus "1964."
- Well? - London Sewage Board.
Decommissioned in '65.
What?
Barlow's shop was right over a network of drains
and, erm, some kind of subterranean river.
- River? - Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Pa took me down there once when old man Barlow was away.
Look, Dad.
"LSB" followed by a six-figure number,
over and over.
It's a manhole cover.
They've all got numbered IDs.
Registered property of the late Aileen Daly.
It's all been recovered from a Shoreham storage unit
that you rent in your mother's name.
My mum's big-hearted.
She's gullible, if you're being harsh.
Lets half of Brighton store their stuff in there,
and she won't be told.
No surprise, your friend Macario is "no commenting."
So this is your chance to put clear blue water
between you and him.
Between you and this.
What about Lewis Daly?
Came to you for a loan, is that right?
Yeah.
Brokered a lump sum
for him to finance his replica furniture outfit.
- What were your impressions of him? - Bit of an oddball.
Lot of questions about our parent company.
The Padmore Partnership?
Yeah, but mostly the Padmore family side of things,
the history.
I've never met the family,
so half his questions I couldn't answer.
- Such as? - How long they'd been around,
how many pies they still got their fingers in.
It was like it excited him.
What, being in business with them?
Yeah. Even if he was just borrowing their cash
at frankly moronic rates.
- Go on. - Two years on, he's defaulted.
He's paid nothing back. So Macario roughed up his wife.
Roughed her up?
He pummelled her with a knuckle-duster.
Nothing broken.
Next day Lewis told us about the Clairmont Leroux
in his aunt's safe.
Of course, by now I was freelancing,
not representing Chance Credit.
Sure, but the Padmores
would get their money back eventually, right?
I'm sorry.
I'm gonna have to "no comment" that one.
And can you call my lawyer?
- Sarah? - Where have you been?
I've been trying to call you.
Yeah, what is it?
The police have been here.
They think you were behind the robbery.
Is it true?
What did you tell 'em, Sarah?
What did you say to the police?
Everything okay?
Yeah.
Dad and I were just... were just heading out.
- Where to? - London.
I'll run you up.
Oh, no. No, it's fine.
We've, erm... We've got some stuff to talk about.
It's no trouble.
I said it's fine.
How about I ask your dad,
seeing it's him I work for and not you?
So, what did she tell the police?
Come on, Dad.
- Terry can take us. - Oh, no.
Three's a crowd.
Come on. We can talk on the way.
- Her lawyer's 10 minutes away. - Okay.
Round two, we need her to implicate Macario,
no ifs, no buts.
We need Lewis in custody.
Boss.
- I think I've found Clive Ellis. - How?
He had a younger brother called Mitchell.
Four hours in the records office
and I find a death certificate for a Mitchell Ellis.
I tracked down the cremation forms,
and they are countersigned by a Clive Ellis.
I thought he was in witness protection.
Maybe he got lax.
I traced him to a nursing home in Croydon, and get this.
Staff tell me that a TV researcher
has been making inquiries about him.
- Molly Daniels? - Mm-hmm.
Said she was researching the East End in the '60s.
Right, so she was telling the truth.
Lewis had put her out to work.
Hold on, why does he wanna find Ellis?
To win his dad's love.
Solve the riddle that's blighted his whole life.
Okay, we need to pick up Lewis Daly.
If you can't find him, get hold of Sarah
and tell her it is in her best interest to help us.
Yeah, okay.
Ellis?
He's the key to the whole thing.
Oh, Christ, first Gavin's son, now you lot.
I should have hired a secretary.
We thought you were in witness protection.
I was. Testified against Ian Padmore back in '73.
New ID, the full works.
Packed me off to New Jersey for the best part of 40 years.
- What brought you home? - My brother.
He had dementia. He was all on his own.
I came back in 2019 against all the advice.
Right, so you were jeopardizing your not-so-new identity then?
After my brother died, I was so sad and tired, I didn't care.
So I just became Clive Ellis again.
That's why Gavin Daly couldn't find you.
Did he try?
Oh, yeah, he tried.
I'll never forget his face when we left the flat.
Abandoned.
Like he knew he'd never see his dad again.
Come on, Ellis!
Is that why you gave him the watch?
I wanted him to have something to remember his dad by.
Why didn't Brendan Daly make it home that night, Mr. Ellis?
Well, he didn't die trying to save his boss,
that's for sure.
It was Brendan's idea to rob the watchmaker
in the first place.
He's definitely away?
He's gone to his sister's.
Won't be back till Sunday night.
Right.
Brendan's?
Yeah.
Well, why drag him out of his flat?
Again, his idea.
So the kids would say that he was forced
when the Old Bill came round asking.
"Watch the numbers," tell me about that.
Well, it weren't in my interest
for them to find Brendan too quick... or anyone else.
I've always liked puzzles, so I sent him one.
The watch was broken during the raid,
so I set the hands to the numbers, like a code.
He never solved it.
Maybe that's for the best.
Where is Brendan Daly, Mr. Ellis?
Norman?
Found Gavin's driver out cold, bludgeoned over the head.
So I spoke to his store manager,
said Gavin's on the way to London with Lewis.
But she doesn't know where.
But judging by the look of this guy,
I think he's in real danger.
Yeah. I think you might be right.
The watchmaker's?
You've never been back?
Don't be asking where I learned how to do this.
So...
old man Barlow was found over there.
- You sure there's a cellar? - Yeah, 'course I'm sure.
- No drain cover. - No.
Let's shift this lot.
- Who was that? - Grace.
Come on.
Dad! 326417.
You found it, son.
Take this.
You think they just threw him in?
No.
No, Dad.
Dad!
Help me.
Pa.
He didn't abandon you, Dad.
He didn't leave you.
No.
Lewis.
We found him.
No, we didn't, Lewis.
You found him.
Question is...
how?
We... We followed the clues.
No, we didn't. You brought me straight here.
I found him. Isn't that enough?
It's over. You're free.
How did you know, hey?
You know, if you'd shown me half the love and care
you lavish on those watches, none of this would've happened.
None of what?
Seriously?
Who've you been talking to?!
The Padmores, Dad.
I've been talking to the Padmores. 'Course,
if you'd lent me the money, I wouldn't have had to.
I wouldn't be in their debt.
And I wouldn't have...
What?
Had to tell them about the watch.
You...
Go on, Dad. Finish the job.
Go on.
Gavin, put it down. Put the gun down.
I've come for answers.
I'm not leaving till I get 'em.
Fair enough.
Lewis did arrange to have this stolen to pay off his debts.
And he will spend a long time in prison
for his part in Aileen's murder.
They said they wouldn't hurt her!
They promised me!
My sister died in fear and agony
'cause of you...
you sack of shit!
Gavin, he couldn't have known
that they would do what they did.
- I didn't! - 'Course you did.
You picked the 6th of April for that very reason, right?
I just wanted your attention.
All I gave you, you waste of space.
You always were.
You wanted for nothing!
He wanted your attention.
But that was allotted to Aileen, to your dad, to the past.
Yeah, but just shows I got my priorities right, didn't it.
Oh, really?
I hear sweet old Grandpa Brendan
used to beat the crap out of you, Aileen too.
You spent your life looking for a monster,
and look what you turned into!
We spoke to Clive Ellis.
And he painted a very different picture of your dad.
You! I always knew you was rubbish.
No, don't!
You bastard!
Hide his body.
If they're looking for him, they're not looking for us.
He had a record a mile long, Gavin.
Lies. All lies.
He had a drink problem. He had a bad temper.
Ellis said that all the mums feared for you and your sister.
It was on his shoulders. It was all on him.
Pa!
Aah! Stop!
Aah!
Stop it, Pa, stop.
I feel sorry for you, Dad.
You weren't looking for him all these years.
You were defending the memory of a man who never existed.
Of course there was nothing left for the rest of us.
Stop. Stop.
He's right.
You don't have to live in the past.
Just let it go.
I tried to be strong...
so that people could rely on me, turn to me.
I failed everyone.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
You know, people talk about being stuck in the past,
imprisoned by it.
Right, well, just to be clear,
are we talking about you or Gavin Daly?
Well, he's a one-man cautionary tale, certainly.
But I suppose even the most painful memories
can become familiar, err, a refuge, if you like.
In comparison, the here and now can seem terrifying.
Never mind the future.
That the voice of experience, old-timer?
Let's just call it a work in progress.
You haven't been to bed, have you?
Yeah. I slept on the couch. Didn't want to disturb you.
So that was someone else coming in the front door
half an hour ago?
Mum? Where's my kit?
Mum, where's my kit?
- I asked first. - I asked first.
Stop copying me.
I don't remember where I put my kit.
Your kit's on the...
Delivery woman was on one.
I mean really shitty.
So I told her where to go, and then she just stopped
and looked at me, and she apologised
and said she was being made redundant,
and she ended up coming in for tea and biscuits
and telling me all about her kids.
I love you.
I don't... have anything.
Erm, I mean, I haven't got a...
a ring or anything.
Will you marry me?
You could at least get down on one knee.
Joking.
Yes... I think.
You think?
This isn't because I'm pregnant?
This is what you actually want?
This is most definitely what I actually want.
Well, then...
yes.
No. Don't... Leave it. Just leave it.
Roy?
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