*CREDITS*
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Come on!
Let's go! Move your arse!
Scum.
Hurry up! Come on!
How was work?
You know, same old.
Well, not for much longer.
Just a few weeks till you start uni.
I know.
Well, you never mention it, that's all.
I think it's cos he's worried about
missing us and his mates, right?
I mean, my mates.
Cheeky.
- Do you want some salad? - Yeah, cheers.
- Have you finished? - Yeah.
We've only just sat down.
Meeting John for a run on the seafront.
- But your mum's just... - Brian.
See you later, love.
- Get out! - Bruno, just talk to me.
Leave me alone!
Actually, the first time he's spoken to me in about a week, so...
Well, it's... it's not you.
He's been anxious about school since the suspension and...
what with the wedding a few days away, he's...
he's got a lot on.
Yeah. Maybe I haven't given him enough attention.
That makes two of us.
Oh, I'm needed at the mortuary.
I'm on call, so...
That's OK. You go.
- I'll get Glenn to cover for me tonight. - Sure?
Absolutely.
Hey, congratulations on the promotion, Detective Sergeant.
Right, so, what've we got?
Four masked robbers, all carrying firearms.
Sounds like one of them is bit of a hothead.
One of the others shouted, "Let's go."
Middle-aged, Cockney accent.
Let's get the CCTV from here
and all the other businesses.
And pull everything available, OK?
Guns, getaway vehicle, markings on banknotes, everything.
Got it.
This is my first armed robbery,
if you can believe such a thing.
You know what? I can.
It's a mug's game, all of this.
You've got marked notes, you've got silent alarms,
and sod-all cash in the register.
Who's bucking the trend?
I mean, the kind of villain that's bold enough for a job like this...
they're a dying breed.
Chris Hayton, 19.
He lived on the estate.
We think he was killed last night
but found just over an hour ago.
Preliminary signs suggest death by stabbing.
Sadly not uncommon these days.
Especially not on the Chelsom.
I was a beat copper here for six months.
It was rough, but there was a real sense of community.
Obviously not any more.
I want every doorbell camera checked
and house-to-house throughout the estate.
If we need to draft in more uniform, do it.
OK, got it.
Is that Chris? Is that...?
- I'm guessing that's the parents. - Yeah.
Chris!
OK, we need to talk to them, but in the meantime, could you...?
Yeah.
Chris!
Roy?
Found this in his pocket.
What's this? Coke? Heroin, maybe?
Chris! My baby!
Chris had absolutely nothing to do with drugs. Nothing.
OK. What about enemies?
Somebody he might've had a run-in with.
He didn't have an enemy in the world.
He had everything to live for.
He was off to Newcastle in the autumn
to do a degree in architecture.
Can we talk about Chris's movements last night?
You said you had dinner together.
He came home from work around eight.
He's a pizza delivery driver.
Then we had dinner.
He left pretty quickly.
Said he was meeting his friend John
for a run on the seafront.
We thought he'd stayed over at his.
Excuse me.
The seafront's quite a way from here.
How would he usually make that journey?
His moped.
It's still parked outside.
Chris is on our system, albeit once.
At age 14, he was caught
with the intent to supply quantities of cannabis,
but he was released without charge.
If you won't tell them about Drew, I will.
The idea that he has anything to do with this is...
Who's Drew?
Chris's half-brother. My son.
He's a drug dealer.
He was into drugs for a bit, but...
- He used Chris as a delivery boy. - It was over five years ago.
Chris didn't know what was in the package!
And no-one beat Drew up about it more than Drew himself!
Instead of standing there asking questions about Drew,
why aren't you out looking for the killer?
Estimated time of death between 8:30 and 10pm last night.
Peri-mortem bruising to the knees,
chest and chin suggest he was pushed face-forward to the ground.
Which would've taken some force.
He fought back, too.
Flayed knuckles.
He probably tried to stand up,
only to be felled by the deep stab wound
to the chest which killed him.
So our killer likely has bruises of their own?
There are two shallow cuts to the back.
From the discolouration, I'd say sustained just before death.
Possibly hesitation marks.
Which suggests the assailant
might've had second thoughts?
Maybe they knew the victim.
Hey. Look, I wanted to see how you're doing.
Yeah, I'm OK. Listen,
I'm sorry I put you in a spot having to lie to Ari about Munich.
- I know that was difficult. - It was my choice.
And whilst we're closing in on Albazi,
it's best we keep this to ourselves.
Yeah.
OK.
The murder of Chris Hayton.
Now, a few things point towards this being drug-related.
We found a wrap of heroin in his pocket,
his brother was a dealer,
and Chris has a history of running for him when he was younger.
So, as we speak,
the Chelsom estate's being canvassed for intel on Chris' assailant.
The search for a weapon is ongoing.
Chris told his parents he was gonna
meet a mate on the seafront.
Now, he would usually take his moped,
but he set off on foot,
and his body was found on the estate.
So the question is,
where was he really going and why?
Now, seeing as we have an armed robbery
and a dead teenager,
we're obviously gonna have to split our resources.
So, Glenn and Nick, I need you to stay focused
on the MoneyXChange job.
What have we got?
Well, CCTV has just come in.
- It's pretty slick. - Yeah.
I'd be surprised if they hadn't built up
to this in some shape or form.
Yeah. We're calling round local forces
to see if anything fits the bill.
Good idea. Spread the net wide.
Aren't sawn-offs the bank robber's weapon of choice?
Well, they were, but you've gotta move with the times.
I mean, we can get this enhanced.
Any identifying marks on the guns
might help tie them to other crimes.
What about the getaway car?
Still reviewing the traffic cam footage.
And we've also been doing a dive into Brighton robbers of the past,
and a David Higson keeps rising to the surface.
He robbed a S-24 Secure van back in 2004 to the tune of 400k.
He shot the driver point blank in his face,
but somehow, he survived.
Yeah, I remember that.
Did 12 years in Maythorpe Prison.
But what's interesting
is that Higson always worked with a crew of four.
He now runs a local sailing club.
It's a bit of a haunt
for old faces, apparently.
- Seaford Boat Club? - Yeah.
That's a good place to start.
Although I'm not sure the likes of us would be too welcome there.
You might have to get creative.
- OK, thanks, everyone. - Roy.
We pulled fingerprints from the wrap in Chris's pocket.
They're not just his prints.
There's also a match to Drew Simpson,
Chris's half-brother.
It was one time, OK?
It was one mistake. And Brian never let me forget it.
This wrap was in Chris's pocket.
It bears his fingerprints... and yours.
What, and you think I killed him?
Then help us make sense of this, Drew.
Look, I got out for a few years, OK?
Then someone I used to work for came back to Brighton looking to collect.
A scary bastard you did not say no to.
And did the scary bastard inflict those bruises on your eye?
Reckoned I owed him from a few years back.
And I figured the only way to free myself from him was to pay up.
And that meant dealing for him.
So he got tired of waiting for you to pay up,
and beating you up didn't work, so he went after Chris.
Is that within the realms of possibility, Drew?
I don't know.
What about that?
OK, yeah, it's mine.
It could be mine.
But Chris having it, that makes no sense.
How was your relationship with Chris? Were you close?
Not really.
But a few months back, he wanted to hang out a bit more.
You know, before he went to uni.
But the grief I got from Brian... it wasn't worth the hassle.
If you wanna do right by your brother...
you need to tell us who you work for right now.
Look, I tell you that, and I'm dead, too.
If he's telling the truth,
then Chris got hold of that wrap without Drew knowing.
Or Drew's lying,
and he did pull Chris into running drugs for him
because of pressure from that dealer.
Hang on.
Drew's bruises are semi-healed.
Forensics think he sustained them seven days ago.
So not in the process of subduing or killing his brother, then?
No. Well, we can check his alibi
and dig into dealing on the estate.
Yeah, and let's find out who he works for.
Just the way he was talking about him,
he did seem... genuinely scared.
You have the nerve to come here today when this is all your fault!
- That's not true! - They arrested you!
- It was a misunderstanding! - They don't do that for no reason!
That's why they let me go!
- Tell him, Mum! - She's not fighting your battles any more,
and she certainly doesn't wanna see you.
Mum, please...
Mum! I'm gonna find out who did this, OK?
How long have you lived on the estate?
About four years.
- I'll leave you with PC Morgan. - OK, thank you.
A few locals mentioned someone who
could be the guy Drew's working for.
He honed his skills up in Manchester working for his uncle.
And by skills, I mean killing everyone who got in their way.
Then he came home to find half of Brighton
in the grip of London dealers.
Upset his civic pride, so he staged a fight-back.
- What's his name? - Scott Atherton.
Apparently, he runs all the drugs on the estate and beyond.
OK. Get the drugs team to send us everything they've got on him.
I'll meet you back at CID. Something I've gotta do first.
OK.
No, that's brilliant, thank you very much. OK. Cool.
I spoke to a DC in Hove about some unsolved break-ins.
Essentially, it was three jobs,
impeccably planned, all high-end houses,
all second homes,
and all taking place inside the same two-month period.
So what makes this DC think that his guys are our guys?
Well, he said each property they hit was bigger and better secured.
In that context,
hitting the MoneyXChange might well be raising the bar.
Good news is despite being camera-shy,
the last break-in, they weren't able to stay completely invisible.
Four-strong teams are unusual.
House breakers or robberies.
It's a significant commonality.
So is a white skull mask.
I'll get that enhanced.
This S-24 job,
only Higson and his lieutenant, Lenny Palmer, went down.
So, what, the other two were never identified?
Not definitively, no.
And Higson and Palmer wouldn't roll on them.
You know what? I'm gonna head up to the Seaford Boat Club,
see what kind of establishment Higson's running.
- Hello, Scott. - Constable Grace. How you been?
You look like you did well for yourself.
Was Drew Simpson dealing for you?
You're supposed to say,
"And you look like you did OK, too, Scott."
See, I think he was.
And I think you or someone in your pay
gave him those bruises.
I don't get it. Why beat Drew up?
Was he late paying you back or something?
- Do I need to get myself a lawyer? - I don't know, Scott. Do you?
Look, after him, it's really not a stretch
for me to believe that you went after his brother.
You must be able to see that.
Or did you rope Chris into dealing for you,
and something went wrong?
Let me make this very simple, yeah?
I don't know Chris Hayton at all.
Come on.
You grew up with his brother.
The estate's not that big.
Not on my radar. Don't know what else to tell you.
How's your sister?
Debbie? Did she go to Manchester with you?
I heard that you came back to clear out the London dealers.
Restore order.
Yeah, yeah. That's the Scott that I remember.
A leader and organiser.
Someone that looked out for his sister
while his mum and dad were strung out on heroin.
Yeah, look after my own.
It's a shame that you channelled those talents...
into the very thing that killed your parents.
I had to look after myself. Fight for myself.
Cos all I ever got from people like you were broken promises.
Especially you, Grace.
A teenager...
stabbed to death hundred yards from his own front door.
That's not looking out for your own, is it?
It was nice seeing you again.
If you had anything to do with Chris's death,
I'll find out, and you will go down for it.
Oh, shit.
- Vee. Have you got anything? - Yes and no.
'The older of the two is Lenny Palmer.'
Higson's wingman on the S-24 Secure job.
No ID on the younger one, yet?
'No. Nothing on the system.'
All right. Thanks.
Don't move.
Ah! Nice and slow.
- Mate... - Now, what was that?
Mate, listen, you're trying to do right by your brother.
Shut up!
Did you and Scott have my brother killed?
- You're so dead. - Don't be stupid.
Just grab my stuff, and we'll get set up.
Didn't know HMP Eastville was short an ex-rogue reporter.
What the hell are you doing here?
I can ask you the exact same question.
Well, what are you doing here, Spinella?
Recording a podcast. My podcast.
A pod...
About what, hm? Boat clubs?
Old Brighton faces.
Doing a deep dive into the underworld of yesteryear.
- OK if I come in and verify that? - Oh, come on, gimme a break.
Thanks to you and Grace, my career's in the toilet.
- I need this. - You know what?
I need something too.
Intel on the clientele here.
Particularly Higson and his three mates.
Why would I help you?
Look, if you wanna hit reset as a crime journalist,
you're gonna need sources.
Fresh meat.
Someone who can vouch for your rehabilitation.
And you're the man to deliver all that?
Yeah, I am.
Plus...
I would hate to be the one to ruin your little recording session here.
Tomorrow morning. I'm back doing my last interview.
Meet me in the cafe up there.
And for God's sake, don't let anyone see you.
Two kids coming home every night to a cold house,
no food and a pair of addicts on the sofa
who just happened to be their parents.
I mean, you'd think there'd be some kind of protocol triggered,
you know, or, like, a safety net or something.
You would.
And so I promised I would get them rehoused.
I tried to liaise with their social worker, who was decent but...
overwhelmed.
I was just passed from pillar to post.
So... what happened?
I was transferred.
That's what happened.
And you felt... guilt about that.
Like you had let him down.
He grew up to be a drug dealer, Cleo.
Have you ever thought that...
that that guilt is in someway linked
to your feelings towards Bruno?
I'm serious.
Every time he's in a bad mood, you think it's your fault.
Oh, Scott's intelligence file's come through.
Not too late, please.
OK.
Roy...
you didn't let Scott down.
The system did.
Hey, yeah.
We found the robbers' getaway car torched and dumped
behind the old bottle factory.
'We're sure it's theirs?'
Yeah, we pulled CCTV of them
driving it past the lumber yard.
Still masked, I'm afraid,
but I'll get the lab to put a rush on the results from the car.
OK. Great work. Keep me posted, yeah, Nick?
'You back at the boat club?'
Yeah, I'm just, er... just following a lead.
Just had confirmation on Drew's alibi.
In an evening study group at the time of Chris's murder,
and so say cameras and 15 classmates.
OK.
How did you get on with Scott?
I am a detective.
So, what's the deal? You've crossed paths before?
Yeah, when I worked on the Chelsom.
He was just a kid then, though.
Is it a good idea, getting close to him?
I just asked him some questions, that's all.
But you didn't want me there.
Based on what I saw last night,
I think Scott might be using
food delivery bikes to shift his product.
You think Chris was part of that?
I think we should ask that question.
And let's verify that Chris did actually work for BrightonSlice.
Yeah.
I've been digging through Chris's phone.
As you suspected, there are no messages to his friend John Tylerson
about a run on the seafront.
In fact, there are no messages with anyone about where he was going.
We need to speak to John,
see if he can shine a light on Chris's movements.
I'm sorry about Chris.
I mean, it's awful.
I don't want my son dragged into anything.
We understand.
I mean, it's another world up there.
John wants to help any way he can, don't you?
Good lad.
Come on.
We'll make ourselves scarce.
Thank you.
OK, John?
So, Chris's parents said he was gonna meet you
for a late run on the seafront.
Er, yeah. We did meet up.
- But earlier. - Where?
Here. He, er, left around seven.
Can I be honest with you, John?
We've already worked out that meeting you for a late-night run
was some kind of cover-up.
He left his moped behind, there was nothing on his phone.
OK.
So we have to assume that
he was meeting someone closer to home, walking distance.
Someone who, for some reason, his parents didn't approve of.
So you're asking me, er... who that was?
His brother, maybe? Drew?
Is there anyone else he could've been meeting?
Anything strange in the way he was behaving when he came over?
I have to ask you, John - why would Chris lie to his parents?
I mean, was he involved in something dodgy?
Something criminal, even?
Nah. Nah, not Chris. No way.
You were on that MoneyXChange job, weren't you?
- Everyone's talking about it. - Yeah.
I knew it.
So come on, what's the skinny?
That there might be a link to some break-ins
in Hove a few months back.
It was a four-man crew.
So...
quid pro quo?
David Higson's the one in the pink.
People say that he bought the boat club
with the proceeds from the S-24 job.
- And who's the younger one? - Pete Higson, David's son.
Online scams, credit card fraud.
I doubt he's in your MoneyXChange job.
I mean, his... his dad's proper retired.
- Who's the other guy? - Frank, Frank Curtis.
Also allegedly on the S-24 job.
But he beat the charges.
- What, anything more recently? - Nah.
Nothing, far as I know.
I mean, they're all grandads.
I'm so sorry.
You know...
I'm...
I lost pals in Afghanistan.
You feel empty, numb.
Like...
why was it them and not you?
But wallowing in it didn't help.
You really did have a choice.
You could let your emotions eat you up or...
you could put them to good use.
Find your purpose again.
'I checked in with BrightonSlice.
'Chris did work for them, but recently, it was only sporadic.'
OK. Thanks, Vee.
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Anything?
I've just been speaking to the mother of a girl
who ran drugs for Scott but got out.
Scott communicates with his foot soldiers via burners.
Text only. Addresses of pick-ups and drop-offs.
On paper, they all own their own mopeds
and all have jobs delivering food, but part-time.
- Scott makes up their hours? - Yeah.
Chris fits the bill, then.
Come on! Keep the pace up!
Yeah, you've got this!
Come on!
Better?
- Better. - Here.
You know...
your mum, she's not completely wrong.
I know he was your mate, and your loyalty does you credit,
but you don't know what else he was caught up in, do you?
So, who's this, then?
Gary Owens.
Bit of a groupie when it comes to old villains.
- What, no form himself? - Yeah, couple of robberies.
Everyone treats him like he's a joke.
Spends half his time down the basketball court when he's not here.
What, so you think he might be a better candidate?
For your house break-ins, maybe.
But for your MoneyXChange team, doubt he's got the guts.
Or the smarts.
Few weeks ago, he started wearing that Hublot watch,
which raised eyebrows.
Higson told him not to wear it to work.
Even in his prime, he hated anything flash.
Mate.
- I'm so sorry, Seb. - Thanks, Damian.
- Luke. - We should go see Chris's parents.
I got some flowers.
Right, yeah. Give me one sec, yeah?
John? Where are you going?
To see Chris's mum and Dad.
I don't want you going and getting involved.
At least give it a few days.
Yeah, but, Mum, then it won't mean anything.
Look, a friend of mine saw something online about him dealing drugs.
Chris?
Sorry, Mrs Tylerson, but that's BS.
- Chris wasn't into drugs. - No, he hated 'em.
Could you do me a wee favour, Seb?
Could you give us a minute?
You too, John.
You should be proud of him. He wants to honour his friend.
I am. Just don't want him getting mixed up in anything.
I know. But he's right.
If he delays paying his respects out of self-interest,
then that won't mean anything.
It's just all the shit that Hugo brought down on us, it's...
Oh, it's just made me paranoid.
John is the antithesis of his dad. Honourable to his boots.
Which is why he wants to go and see Chris's parents.
I just don't want any trouble.
He's grieving, Carol. This'll help him.
Come here.
What, this is the best you boys could do?
That's why we need you along.
You know about flowers and shit.
Yeah, they're fine.
- I hope I'm right about Chris. - What do you mean?
Look, I'm not saying he was dealing,
but it felt like he wanted to build a relationship with his brother.
- At any price. - Maybe that meant helping him out.
It tracks. I mean, Chris pissed off someone on the estate.
No, just now you said no way Chris was involved in drugs, and now...
I'm not saying anything. Just what I heard.
I heard Drew roped Chris in cos he was in trouble.
- Might be bollocks... - It's definitely bollocks.
I don't know what Chris was involved in. None of us do.
Forensics are back on the burnt-out getaway car.
Thanks to the fire damage, there's no prints or DNA.
Why can I feel a "but" coming?
The lump of melted plastic the SOCOs found in front seat.
It contains a mix of polymers that aren't a match
to anything in the vehicle.
It's probably a foreign object.
They found tiny traces of plastic in Tarak Prasad's head wound.
Get the lab to compare them with
the melted plastic found in the car.
Higson might be resurrecting the old S-24 gang,
and this time with new blood, so we need to pull everything we can
on Gary Owens, Pete Higson and Frank Curtis.
- Hello, John. - Hi, you all right?
This is Seb and Luke. They were at college with us.
Detective Superintendent Grace, Detective Sergeant Moy.
We're very sorry about Chris.
Thanks, mate. Appreciate it.
Wes?
Wait!
I wanna talk to you.
They come after my brother! He's dead!
I know you saw me in Pavilion Green.
Did you tell Scott?
I had to.
What were you thinking, crossing him?
What were you thinking telling him?!
I'm sorry.
None of this stuff comes cheap.
We only found Chris's smart phone at the scene, right?
Maybe he used a burner for dealing.
Yeah, a burner we cannot find.
So maybe the killer took it with him.
Well, if Chris is dealing for Scott, then all bets are off.
He could've crossed him, displeased him, tried to quit.
What're you looking for?
I don't know.
Excuse me.
- Something, anything... - DS Bella Moy.
that would help me makes sense of Chris's last hours.
Where he went, who he met, because it wasn't John Tylerson.
What is it, Maggie?
Over the last year, Chris felt pretty self-sufficient,
like he didn't need us any more.
And more recently, he seemed withdrawn.
I just put it down to being anxious about uni.
You know, him moving away.
The night he died, I...
I don't know, maybe I'm kidding myself,
but it felt like he did need his mum again or...
that he wanted to share something.
But I thought that I'd...
let him talk when he's good and ready.
Leave you to it.
Thank you.
Circulating Drew Simpson to local stations has paid off.
Last week, he was spoken to by officers up in Preston Park.
He was suspected of dealing, but they let him off with a warning.
If he was there, that's a long way outside Scott's turf.
That would explains the bruises.
Pulled the files on Owens, Curtis and Higson Junior.
Curtis has form as an armed robber,
but it's all historic.
Higson Junior did a stretch for mortgage fraud, but nothing heavy.
Right. And, er, Gary Owens?
He's the one that stands out.
It's a long record of breaking and entering.
Plus, you said he was rocking a Hublot watch recently?
Yeah.
One was stolen at the last of the three Hove burglaries.
Nice. And the timing fits too.
- I've sent uniform to keep tabs on him. - Great.
How did you ID Owens, by the way?
Hear about his watch and stuff?
Don't imagine the boat club would have a particular leaky clientele.
Kevin Spinella.
Look, I ran into him there.
Thought he was in prison.
Yeah, well, so did I. Early release.
Look, we came to an arrangement of mutual benefit.
At least that's what he thinks, anyway.
And what do we think Grace will make of that?
Any sort of interaction with Kevin Spinella,
let alone an "arrangement"?
It's fine.
The lab sent over cleaned-up footage from the Hove burglary.
You are kidding me.
There. Very similar, no?
- Yeah. - I'd say Gary is shaping up nicely.
Right, let's arrest him for the break-ins,
and let's see if we can pin him to the MoneyXChange job.
I'm just worried that Spinella's setting us up for a fall.
We need all the help we can get with these old faces.
And right now, he's our best bet.
That's Owens.
The Old Bill are onto me.
I don't know, but I need help.
I thought we were in this together!
Gary Owens...
I'm arresting you on suspicion of burglary.
- Drew... - I'm sorry, Mum.
It's my fault, it's all my fault.
Stop!
Drop the gun. Drop it!
- Wait, it's not mine. - Stay where you are!
- It's not mine! - On the ground! Face down!
- Drew! - It's not even mine!
On the ground! Face down!
Don't hurt him!
It's not mine!
I was an idiot.
Started selling outside Scott's patch.
Bit of diluting, bit of a mark-up.
Up in Preston Park?
I got cautioned by one of you lot,
and somehow, Scott heard about it and gave me a beating.
Did you heed the warning?
Did you give Scott any reason for further reprisals?
Is that a yes?
A few days later, I went back to dealing on the estate.
At the end of the night, I had some left over,
so I headed up to Pavilion Green to shift it.
- And I was seen. - Seen by who?
This junkie I know.
And he told Scott.
I know what I did. I know what I did.
If Scott killed Chris to punish Drew,
planting a wrap on Chris's body doesn't seem a stretch.
- Final "screw you". - Strategic as well.
Scott's got a reputation to keep. Sends out a signal.
And Chris?
Collateral damage.
Even if Chris was one of his foot soldiers,
there'll be plenty of others that could replace him.
Just shows how ruthless Scott is.
- Let him go! - What?
He's just a junkie. He's not worth the hassle.
Let's go!
- Watch it! Watch it! - I can't see, bruv!
What's wrong with you, bruv?!
Why did you run? It's not a good look.
Ah, it's muscle memory, innit?
You lot have been giving me grief since forever.
Is this you, Gary?
Tattoo looks very similar, to put it mildly.
Nah, sorry.
Oh, well, if it's not you,
then where were you on the night of April 24th?
No idea.
- Who's this, Gary? - Is he deaf?
- I wasn't there. - OK.
Where were you the day before yesterday between 4pm and 7pm?
I was at the Seaford Boat Club. I'm the caretaker.
- Anyone who can verify that? - We had a leak.
I was down in the cellar sorting it out.
So you were on your own?
So what about your mates at the boat club?
- Where were they? - What mates?
Dave Higson, Pete Higson, Lenny Palmer, Frank Curtis.
They're not my mates.
OK, Pete is.
Did he tell you to run?
No-one tells me what to do, mate.
Except Dave Higson.
Pays your wages?
Yeah.
I bet you do what he tells you, all right.
- Who was that guy? - Dunno.
Yeah, well, he knew you. And what's with just letting him go?
I don't need the grief, OK?
Since when was that your style?
You're starting to piss me off, John.
- Who was he? - Some guy who was hassling Chris.
- Yeah? Hassling him about what? - Chris was cagey about it.
Something to do with his brother, maybe.
Nah. Nah, nah, nah. Chris never mentioned it.
Well, clearly, you didn't know Chris as well as you thought you did.
You're so full of it.
Hey. Hey, guys!
Guys! He wouldn't have wanted this!
We've made a strong link between
the MoneyXChange job and three break-ins in Hove,
and we also have a Gary Owens in custody.
Oh. How did he get onto your radar?
Er, long story,
- but let's see if anything comes from it first. - OK.
Moving on to Chris Hayton.
We have our sights set on Scott Atherton, a local dealer.
We believe he's moving his drugs via kids on food delivery mopeds,
and we think that Chris might have been one of them.
When we spoke to his mate John about what Chris was involved in,
we seemed to hit a nerve, like he was hiding something.
And Scott had Chris's brother Drew beaten up
for dealing on the side.
It also seems that Drew didn't quite heed the warning.
Yeah, but isn't beating someone up
and then killing their brother quite an escalation?
True, but drug dealers are not known for their patience.
Especially not Scott Atherton.
I've been in touch with the Drugs Team.
Scott was on their radar up in Manchester,
and after his triumphant homecoming,
they were planning to raid the sports bar he owns in two weeks,
but they're now gonna bring that forward.
As in you persuaded them to?
I just thought making a public show
of the link between Chris's murder and Scott's activities
might shake things up a bit, loosen his grip on the estate.
Unless the raid has the opposite effect.
If Scott tightens his grip.
We're rolling the dice, no doubt.
Get off me! Get the fuck off me!
Get off!
Suppose I've got you to thank for this, have I, Grace?
The Drugs Team's interest is very much your own doing,
but I'm also arresting you for the assault of Drew Simpson.
OK.
My working theory is this.
Not only did you catch Drew dealing your drugs up in Preston Park,
but you realised that the wraps
were diluted with God knows what.
He was degrading your product,
and by extension, your reputation.
And we can't have that, can we?
So you had Brett Mosely give Drew a beating.
And when he failed to see sense and sold on Pavilion Green,
you changed tack.
Go after his brother, Chris.
How we doing so far?
Come on, you can help me, Scott.
Nothing happens on that estate without you knowing.
Give me something.
At least make an effort. At least try.
What, like you did? Tried your best?
I did, Scott. I really did.
Two things.
Might be linked, might not.
From what I know, Chris weren't involved in dealing.
Not for me, not for anyone.
And you expect us to take your word for that?
Even if Drew has seriously pissed me off...
why would I take it out on his brother and draw all this heat?
OK. What's the second thing?
Wes Cowan.
Repeat customer.
Someone done him over three nights ago.
- Who? - I don't know.
Wes said it was some clean-cut kid.
But for what it's worth...
Wes had just scored off of Drew Simpson.
'Let's say he's telling the truth about Chris not dealing.'
If Scott didn't frame Drew with the wrap, then who did?
Well, someone, for whatever reason, wants us to believe
that Chris's murder was drug-related.
Call the lab.
I want all forensics double-checked,
especially Chris's prints on the wrap.
Wes Cowan.
Healthy record, petty thefts,
breaking and entering, a few assaults.
There's also a report on his record about an incident
that happened on the edge of the Chelsom estate today.
PC saw a man who they believed was Wes
throw a wheel at the windscreen of a blue car.
Did the PC question the driver?
They sped off, crashed into bins, and haven't come forward.
It's odd that the driver didn't report it.
The place was crawling with police.
OK, if Scott is right and Wes was attacked three nights ago,
it's likely the windscreen incident is connected.
So there actually was a leak at the Seaford Boat club?
They showed me the water damage.
But it doesn't give Owens an alibi or anything like it.
The lab came back.
Melted plastic from our burned-out getaway car
is a match to swabs taken from Tarak Prasad's head wound.
Both contain identical synthetic polymer.
I think our raiders are using synthetic guns.
- Jesus. - Yeah, changes everything.
Sales of 3D printers being what they are,
it makes tracing guns like these near impossible.
3D guns don't fit with Owens.
His laptop belongs in a museum.
Plus, all his convictions are old-school.
Uniform turned his place upside down.
Definitely didn't mention anything about 3D guns
or printers or anything.
Any way you cut this, the case against Owens is weakening.
Collate the statements for me, yeah? Thank you.
The victim is an Alan Barnard. Single gunshot to the head.
Witnesses all agree that the shooter was wearing
a bright white skull mask,
the only one of the four who was.
So it must be our guys.
Which begs the question...
Are we completely off target with Owens as he's still in custody?
His lawyer's been chasing, wants to know if we're gonna release him.
So what do you wanna do?
And look at this fall.
Be surprised if he didn't sustain a facial injury.
Odd that they didn't wait for the heat to die down
after the MoneyXChange job.
I mean... they might look like pros, but...
Pros would've had a cooling-off period?
Yeah, exactly.
The 3D guns give it a new spin,
but at its core, it's armed robbery.
It feels like an older man's game.
So, your man, Gary Owens, he fits the bill.
Yeah, but he was in custody during this morning's robbery,
so we've had to let him go.
You never told me how he came to your attention.
- Spinella. - Kevin Spinella?
Yeah, I mean, it's like you said,
we needed an in at the boat club, and, Spinella, he provided one.
- In return for what? - Rehabilitation.
As a crime reporter. Wait, I didn't sign a contract with him.
In what universe do you think it's OK to trust Spinella?
- Does he know which case you're working on? - He guessed.
Oh. So, now that they've killed someone, expect him to collect.
I mean, talk about a scoop.
This is not rehabilitation, this is resurrection.
After everything we went through with Cassian,
you think it's OK to bring Spinella back in? Why?!
Call it a necessary evil.
It's a bit like getting intel from a drug dealer
and, by all accounts, a murderer.
- Did you know about this? - It's not on Nick.
He warned me it was a bad idea.
Oh, well, he's just been promoted.
I thought maybe he could learn something from you.
Maybe I should've put him in charge.
Roy.
The lab's re-run forensics on Chris Hayton,
and Cleo's spotted something on the report.
- Says it's urgent. - OK.
- I'll go now. - I'll walk out with you.
There's been a spotting of Wes Cowan on the estate.
Can't you make it go any faster?
Right. Assemble it and clean this shit up, yeah? Carefully.
We're not leaving any breadcrumbs for the cops to find.
I need all this...
Look, erm...
I'm sorry that I dragged you into this.
It's all good.
Gary Owens was a solid punt.
Guys. The appeal posters from the MoneyXChange robbery.
They've got us some dashcam footage of the street outside.
There. Wait. Rewind it.
Looks like we have another witness.
Chris Hayton had a blue helmet just like that.
And the moped. BrightonSlice. Chris used to work for them.
Can't see the reg.
Yeah, but we can check and see if that shows up
on any ANPR cameras nearby.
So, what are we saying here?
Are we saying that Chris Hayton,
the murder victim from the Chelsom estate,
is in fact a witness to the MoneyXChange robbery?
Maybe that's what got him killed.
Vee, can you talk to the pizza company,
check if Chris was working in the area around the time of the robbery?
Right before he was killed, Chris met up with his mate John.
Bella said that she had the sense that John was covering for him.
OK, so, what if Chris confided in him?
Yeah, but then why wouldn't John just come forward?
Well, scared, maybe. Didn't wanna meet the same fate.
- We need to talk to John. - Yeah, I'll call Roy.
No. I'll go.
I owe him, it's on me.
Plus, the robbery, that's our case again.
Whatever Chris may have seen, we need to know.
The lab found no prints, other than Drew's and Chris's.
And the ridge marks on Chris' prints are blurry and slightly overlapping.
Which wouldn't have happened if he just picked the wrap up?
Exactly.
And there are subtle marks
which could have come from the scratches Chris sustained
when he fell forward,
which would indicate that someone pressed his hand
against the wrap after he died.
Someone's trying to reframe Chris's murder to misdirect us. Why?
What is it that they don't want us to see?
Just spoke to the lab.
They ran CCTV from both robberies through forensic gait analysis.
One of the masked robbers from the building society
had a short, stocky build...
doesn't match with any of the robbers from the MoneyXChange.
- So they swapped one of them out? - Yeah, possibly two.
Why would they change personnel between the raids?
Maybe that's why they forfeited a cooling-off period.
The second raid exonerates Gary Owens
and leads directly to his release.
If this morning's raid was about establishing an alibi...
he would've had to arrange that from inside the custody cell.
Is he handing him something?
Bingo. He's making a call.
The guy who lent Gary Owens his phone is still in custody.
John came off his bike this morning.
He's having a lie down upstairs and generally feeling sorry for himself.
Can it wait?
Afraid not. It's related to Chris Hayton.
Yeah, of course. He's just up the stairs, top floor.
Thank you.
John?
Hey. Detective Inspector Branson.
Sorry, I'm not feeling too great, actually.
Yeah, so I heard. You came off your bike.
Yeah. And I think I've told you all I can about Chris.
Sure. It's just...
a couple of things have come to light.
The night that Chris was killed, you'd met up earlier -
is that right?
Yeah. Here. I told he other detective that.
Sure.
Did he seem scared or shaken up...
maybe like he wanted to confide something?
No, he was fine.
Just stressed about getting ready for uni, that... that's all.
- Is that Chris? - Yeah.
- And your dad. - My stepdad, Damian.
Who are the others?
That's Seb and Luke. Just some friends of mine.
Excuse me.
Nick, can you keep it brief?
- Owens might still be in the frame. - 'How so?'
He made a call from his custody cell at 10.30pm.
The guy whose phone he borrowed
said it got pretty heated with
whoever it was on the other end.
Was there anything specific?
Yeah, apparently, Owens said something like,
"If I don't get my way, I'll tell the police about Hugo."
OK. Any more?
Forensic gait analysis suggests that there was one new robber
at the building society, maybe even two.
'But the one confirmed new addition was shorter and stockier.'
'We're thinking he was maybe filling in to give Owens an alibi.'
Thanks.
How would the gang have ID'd Chris
from a fleeting encounter in the street?
- Well, maybe they followed him home. - Risky.
And even if they did, we know Drew's wrap
was stolen three days ago.
Chris' phone was at home all afternoon the day he died,
and his manager said he wasn't working a shift that day.
ANPR cameras also picked up the reg of the moped
further along the street,
about 60 seconds after the gang drove off.
The plates weren't Chris's.
So Chris wasn't the driver.
No, and if he wasn't at work the day he died,
that means he lied to his parents about where he was.
We know he only did deliveries sporadically,
and it seems he wasn't dealing, so where was he getting his money from?
If he wasn't dealing drugs, then why would he need a burner?
Get the forensic gait analysis footage up again.
So, what if the lab was right...
and there was a second switch-over at the building society?
So two of the original MoneyXChange robbers were swapped out.
If one of them was Owens... what if the other was Chris?
It was one of them.
John...
did you ever come across someone called Gary Owens
at the basketball court?
Nah.
Wait, erm, no. Gary? Yeah.
Just someone to say hello to. I think Damian introduced us.
How about someone called Hugo?
My dad was called Hugo.
Was?
He's dead, your dad, is that right?
Sorry to hear that.
Do you mind me asking how?
He worked in the City, and he got done for insider trading.
And then everything spiralled.
Spiralled? How?
He got into drugs - coke, ket, everything.
Mum kicked him out, but he kept coming back, or...
or trying to, at least.
So, yeah, eventually, he moved up to London.
Then, one night, he threw himself off a bridge behind Paddington.
The... The train mangled him so bad, he had to be ID'd by his teeth.
And then Damian came along.
He was like a miracle.
Everything got better.
Everything calmed down after... after all the mess with Dad.
John...
did your dad die before or after your mum started seeing Damian?
After.
W-Why are you asking me about Dad?
Listen...
let's continue this chat back at the station, OK?
Chris's phone data shows no activity during the time of the robbery.
Then there's the group chat with his friends John, Seb and Luke -
constantly active,
then nothing during the MoneyXChange job.
Pull up the data coinciding with the Hove burglaries.
So, evenings of the 19th of March and 8th and 24th of April.
Nothing on any of those dates.
So these kids... are the armed robbers?
If they are, why did Chris end up dead?
His mum said he seemed withdrawn recently.
And on the night he died, the night of the robbery,
she said that she felt like he needed her again,
like he wanted to share something, which makes me wonder...
is Chris the one that freezes?
Maybe he... he'd had enough,
the violence was the last straw, and he wanted out.
- But that wouldn't have been straightforward. - No.
He would be the loose end that needed tying up.
He'd have been a liability.
Maggie also said that Chris had felt very self-sufficient
for the last year, like he didn't need his folks.
So maybe someone stepped in to play that parental role.
- Gary Owens? - Maybe.
Or whoever stood in for him.
The second swap.
We need to find out who Owens called from his custody cell.
OK.
I know. I know, he's talking to John right now.
Don't worry. It'll be fine.
What's happening?
- Where are you taking him? - It's OK, Mum.
I just need to show him some photos back at the station.
What photos?
Persons of interest he may have seen with Chris.
I'll be sure to keep you updated.
- Glenn, listen... - 'Nick, you need to look into John's stepdad,
'Damian Young.'
The Hugo that Gary was referring to is John's dad.
He went under the wheels of a train.
'I believe Damian might be behind Hugo's death.
'I'm bringing John in.
'I don't think he can talk freely round his stepdad.'
I think that Damian might be involved in the raids.
- 'Yeah, we think John himself may be involved.' - Way ahead of you.
OK, Hugo Tylerson - death by misadventure.
But the police report is interesting.
A witness heard shouting right before he hit the tracks.
No-one looked at foul play?
They did, but the only viable suspect was Hugo's dealer,
and he had an alibi.
Gary Owens was overheard saying he'd tell the police about Hugo.
Could it be Damian that he was calling
from inside the custody cell?
If Damian killed Hugo and Owens knew it,
did he use that and make Damian
carry out another robbery to exonerate him?
Keep digging.
John! Get down!
John, are you OK?!
Shit!
Jesus.
You're OK. John, you're OK.
Damian was an officer in the Army.
Reading between the lines, he quit before he was pushed
for his treatment of detainees in Afghanistan.
Then he borrowed heavily to launch a security company
that blew up on the launch pad.
- He went bankrupt. - It gets worse.
His wife Polly divorced him,
and, despite her dropping an assault charge,
he fought tooth and nail for custody of their son.
He didn't win.
So, thrown out the Army, no money, no status, no son.
- It's a big hole to fill. - Yeah, huge.
So I don't think it was Gary who was the parental guide for Chris.
No, I think Damian went looking for a son, and he found John.
- He found his friends as well. - So, what are we saying?
That Damian was the ringleader,
that he masterminded all the break-ins and the robberies?
Didn't get his hands dirty until he had to.
What is it?
I'm trying to identify the blue car from the Wes Cowan incident.
Some of the glass retrieved from the scene
came from the headlight of a Vauxhall Astra.
John's mate Seb drives a blue Vauxhall Astra.
I saw him yesterday outside Chris's house.
Roy, I've got Wes Cowan in the interview room.
I can't.
I can't go on much further.
It's OK. Come on. Come on, come on.
Here, this way.
- Give me your phone. - I left it on charge in my room.
John, look at me.
Who's under the mask? Who is trying to shoot us?
'Seb told me it's done.
- 'Is the clean-up in motion?' - Yes.
- 'Yes, SIR.' - I'm sorry.
I'm doing it.
Go back and wipe it down when you've delivered the package. Understood?
'Or do I have to come over there and do it myself?'
No, no, I'm on it.
On... On it, sir.
So, you scored a wrap from Drew Simpson,
only to be jumped by some kid who stole it.
And you saw the same kid driving round the estate a couple of days later,
and you lobbed a wheel at his windscreen?
Nah. No way.
Honestly, Wes, we don't care about that.
This kid could be up on a murder charge. That's what we care about.
So why don't we forget about the windscreen and the wrap
and you look at these photos and pick out a face?
I am really worried about Glenn. I can't get hold of him.
He said he was getting in the car, and he was heading right here.
He should be back by now.
We've had reports of gunshots and a silver car driving erratically
on the Ovingdean Road.
From there to CID,
there can't be more than three or four credible routes between them.
I want marked cars sweeping them now.
Yes, Sir.
Here, hold it tight.
Listen, if you don't want me to leave you here,
you need to start talking... now.
It's Seb.
Seb?
Was it Seb who shot that customer?
Chris?
Was that Seb?
Yeah.
I mean, I think so.
Or was it Damian?
Damian was at home with mum.
Course he was. Firming up his alibi.
Seb was always desperate to impress him.
He wanted to be Damian's number two.
We were just all lost, really.
Sleepwalking through life.
- What, then Damian woke you up? - Yeah.
One Sunday, he dragged us up Ditchling Beacon.
"Basic training", Damian called it.
But the challenges, they just got more demanding.
But it was addictive.
And then what?
He started asking you to commit crimes?
He wanted to show us what we were capable of.
There was nothing we couldn't do if we put our minds to it.
He just wanted us to do our best.
You... You didn't wanna disappoint him.
What about Chris?
Did he disappoint him?
Yeah.
Chris wanted out after the first robbery.
But Damian weren't happy.
He said quitting weren't an option.
Cos you don't get to just walk away.
What can I do for you?
My colleague Glenn Branson left here over an hour ago with John,
and they never made it back.
I suspect they were ambushed by Seb Willis...
who is armed and dangerous.
Maybe they're stuck in traffic.
Out of range.
Come on, you must be able to relate to what I'm feeling.
One of your men in danger, off comms.
I think you're being a bit of a catastrophist.
We're in Sussex on a Tuesday afternoon.
All right, enough.
You're the only one who can talk Seb down.
I can't confirm any of these wild theories.
Things got pretty wild for you...
I need to ask you some questions about your late husband, Hugo.
You know there were question marks over his death?
Well, yeah, but the detectives at Paddington
thought he might've had a run-in with his dealer.
And they may have been right about foul play...
but wrong about the identity of the perpetrator.
What?
A friend of Damian's was overheard threatening him.
Saying he'd tell the police about Hugo.
No.
No. You're making it up.
What, have you never wondered... even for a second,
if Damian had a hand in Hugo's death?
Oh, that's an absurd idea, OK?
Damian is the best thing that ever happened to me and John -
end of story.
John, mate. It's me.
Where are you, bruv?
Whatever that copper's told you...
if we take him out, we're in the clear.
I've come to help you.
Here.
Seb...
I'm here.
That's for Chris, you bastard!
Traitor!
John!
John, wait!
If you want to see John again, you need to trust me, Carol.
Did Damian tell you to lie about where he was this morning
in the event the police should ask?
Things got pretty bad for you, didn't they?
So finding Carol and John must've felt like a second chance.
You wanted Carol all to yourself. John needed a father.
Hugo was just in the way, wasn't he?
Then, when you finally got your hands dirty
at the building-society raid,
I think you were forced by Gary Owens,
who blackmailed you over Hugo's murder.
Gary's just a guy I got to know playing basketball.
Look, whatever you've done...
I know you're a good man and that, deep down,
you want what's best for me and John.
Especially John.
So if there's anything you can do to help him,
anything... I beg you to do it.
- Vee. - The last cell data
from Glenn's phone pinged at the old Peacedean School building.
- We're sending Firearms there now. - OK, thanks.
It's you, isn't it, Damian?
Forensic gait analysis is just one of the ways
that we are gonna prove it.
Call Seb and stand him down.
You need to save your stepson, and you need to do it now.
There's a fire exit.
Stop!
Kneel down on the ground and place your hands behind your backs.
Do it!
Seb, why?
- Why did you kill Chris? - Chris?
Chris was gonna snitch, and he got what was coming to him.
Damian knew I was the only one with the balls to do it.
Just think about what you're doing.
Why is it you're wielding that gun and not Damian?
And why are you cleaning up the mess?
Taking all that risk? It's cos he doesn't care.
He does not give a toss about you.
- Sir? - Seb. How are you?
I've got the situation under control, sir.
- Both parties neutralised. - Neutralised?
'Pinned down, sir.'
What should I do?
Did you hear that?
Tell him to let John go, please.
I can't lose him.
You see...
what you don't understand...
is a lot of young men feel worthless these days.
Ashamed, even.
Like they've committed some unpardonable sin
before they were even born.
And if we deny these lads any sense of self-worth...
who can blame them if they go and grab it...
with predictably messy results?
Kill them both.
You coward!
Coward!
I hate you! I hate you!
John, put the gun down.
John.
Go on. Do it.
Bit of time inside might toughen you up.
Hey... give me the gun.
This isn't you.
Give me the gun.
OK. Thanks, Vee. Wait.
I don't know what you see when you look in the mirror.
War hero. Mentor.
I'll tell you what I see...
just a pathetic little criminal who has ruined those boys' lives.
You had me worried there for a second, partner.
You know what? The beers are on you.
I mean, my phone and wallet
are part of an active crime scene now, so...
OK, fair enough.
Kevin Spinella might be joining us.
I'm not buying that bastard a drink.
OK, John, you do not have to say anything...
No, please, you can't.
Oh, I think this might be for you.
- 'Hey, Ari.' - Glenn? I've been trying to call you.
Roy told me what happened.
Thank God you're all right and you're not injured.
I think that's had enough heroics for one day.
Ari? Ari?
- Ari, talk to me! - 'Fire, help!'
- Ari? - 'Fire!'
Ari?
You OK? Ari, you OK?
You OK? You're not hurt?
Are you sure? You're not hurt? Promise? You OK?
- Wait. - It's not mine. It's OK.
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