55 Degrees North (2004) s01e04 Episode Script

1 It's totally ridiculous.
They hide behind subsection 4(a) of the amended section 8 of the 1998 CD Act and say it makes the Anti-Social Behaviour Order impossible to enforce.
It's really fascinating.
- See you tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow.
- Nicky.
- Yeah, see you.
Well, that was fascinating.
You know, the last time I was in a humour-free zone like that - I was studying law at university.
- I'm really sorry.
I didn't expect them to be here when I invited you.
I couldn't really ignore them.
You know that Henderson, he fancies you.
My boss? No, no, no, no.
No, you see, he just likes to hear himself talk.
- He's not married, is he? - No.
Oh, well, that rules him out, then.
- I wouldn't know what you mean.
- Oh.
I listen to blokes like Henderson banging on about Anti-Social Behaviour Orders.
It explains why we're in such a mess.
"If we can't cage these animals at least put them on a short leash.
" And you nodded.
I suppose it can't be a great career move to disagree.
Well, I didn't disagree because I think he's right.
You've got people who refuse to respect others.
If yobs behave like animals, they shouldn't be surprised that society treats them that way.
And if you treat them that way, that's how they are going to behave.
- Come on, it's a punitive response.
- Oh, please.
- A foot on the neck of the - Underclass? Yeah, the underclass.
- You don't really believe that? - I do.
- Really? - Absolutely, 100%.
Oh, please.
Oi! Oi! Get away from my car! I'll kill those bastards! Thanks to BlackAmber/Sub - Evening, Detective.
- All right? What's going on? I was just reading about how to turn your man into an animal in the bedroom.
Well, it's always good to have plans.
- Have you got a man? - No.
That's kind of a good place to start, isn't it? Nothing wrong with thinking ahead.
How is he? Well, the facial wounds were messy but nothing too serious.
- Impressive use of medical jargon.
- Comes with years of experience.
- Have you spoken to him? - Not yet.
His wife was with him in the car.
- They didn't know the man who attacked him? - No.
Road rage.
- Will she able to talk about it? - Oh, I think so.
I don't expect you'll actually do anything.
I mean, nobody cares about the victim, do they? And even if you do catch this man, you'll probably find some reason to let him go.
Or the judge will.
He'll have some deprived background.
That'll be the excuse.
And then he'll probably get legal aid and sue us.
I mean, everybody knows that PC doesn't mean "police constable" these days.
Mrs Wainwright, let me just stop you there.
Why? Because I'm right? - You don't want to know this because I'm right.
- No.
Look, I'm quite happy to just sit here and listen to you have a go.
But there's a general kind of rule that the quicker we get the information, the better chance we have of catching the villain.
Oh, fine.
Good.
Right, then, let's start with the basics.
What happened? We came up to town to join our friends for dinner in a restaurant on Progress Street.
My husband managed to get us lost.
- That was the turning.
- Was it? Typical.
Men never listen.
We're just trying to reverse to the turning.
Oh, how rude.
We're just trying to reverse to the turning.
Back up! But he wouldn't back up.
So I went to speak to him.
- Politely.
- I'm sure.
And I was met with a string of expletives.
A gutter mouth spewing filth at me.
Did you hear what he called me? I think an apology would be in order.
Fine.
Okay.
Just move back so we can reverse and we'll be out of your way.
Come on, Sheila.
So, we sat in the car waiting.
Honestly! You mustn't give way, Desmond.
He'll move.
Oh, Desmond! Oh! Stop it! Oh! Oh! Stop it! Help! Help! Go! Please! Desmond! Seven hundred and seventy-one elephants ate green leaves.
- I'm sorry? - The number plate.
Seven hundred and seventy-one elephants ate green leaves.
E771 AGL.
- Oh, you're sure? - Yes, I'm certain.
Look, I've already told the other officer.
I mean, you have a computer, don't you? So you can find him? Well, we can find out where the car's registered.
If it's not stolen.
Finding the car doesn't necessarily mean we've found the guy who assaulted you and your husband.
Well that's a handy little get-out for you, isn't it? No, Mrs Wainwright, it's just the truth.
Now, you and your husband can identify your attacker? Well, I certainly can.
You may have noticed that my husband is in no fit state to identify anyone.
- Here you go, Rick.
- Cheers, man.
Cheers.
Sorry, mate.
- Easy.
- Sorry.
Are you all right? We ran the number plate.
We've got a name and address.
Her description was pretty specific so if we can find him, chances are she'll pick him out in a video ID.
I imagine she'd get a certain amount of pleasure from that.
- Have you checked the address? - I was waiting on you.
Fancy going for a drive? No one's asked me that since I was 16.
Oh, I'm filling up with pity.
Oh, God.
Well, whoever he is, he's not going to live up here.
- It's a dead end - Dead end, I know.
Pull over and I'll check.
And his car wasn't stolen? Well, it's not reported.
Any witnesses? We've got statements from several.
Matching descriptions of the car and the suspect.
And you went with the victims to the hospital? I did.
No break in continuity.
If we find him, it will stick.
That'd be great, wouldn't it? Immediate clear-up rate.
Boss's smiling face, and Mrs Wainwright speechless.
It's back there about half a mile, then first left.
Right.
Hello? Where are they going at this time of night? Don't know, shall we take a look? Call in our location.
All right, mate? Police.
So that's what it's supposed to look like? - This remind you of when you were 16 as well? - I don't remember attracting a crowd.
Could you step out of the car, please? Oh, sugar.
Oh, you've got to be joking.
- Took the words right out of my mouth.
- Have you been drinking? - No.
- Both of you, step out of the car, please.
Indecency? Politest way to put it.
Do you know this gentleman, madam? - Yes.
- I'd say pretty well.
She's my wife.
I'm her husband.
We're married.
Do you want to explain to us what you were doing? We were just You know - Do I? - She doesn't get out much.
He's right.
You'll have to spell it out.
Dogging.
This was an organised event? An assembly for indecent purposes? No.
So you were just overcome by passion and decided to stop down here and express your love for each other? Yeah.
And strangers who you've never met or spoken to were watching without your consent? Yeah.
I'm satisfied.
Are you? - Yes, I am.
- That makes four of us.
Okay, do your trousers up, clean your windows and drive carefully.
And in future I'd walk your dog somewhere else, okay, mate? Night.
She obviously reads the same magazines I do.
Suspect's house is here on the left, number 27.
What's the chances he's going to be there? Oh, don't make me answer, you're no fun when you sulk.
I had a boyfriend lived round here.
A couple of streets over.
Well, if we don't have any luck here, you can pop by for tea.
- It's a bit late.
- Are you serious? An ex-girlfriend turns up on your doorstep in the middle of the night.
In uniform.
- That's one of life's great pleasures.
- I meant it's a bit late for him and me.
It was a long time ago.
Besides, he was more of a groper than a boyfriend.
But you can't really say, "I had a groper lived round here once," can you? What? There might be some woman out there saying the same thing about me.
Nah, of course not, Nicky.
They're all out there losing sleep wondering what went wrong.
Hearing your sweet voice saying, "Of course I'm going to call you tomorrow.
" - What's his name? - I've kind of erased it from my mind.
- No, the bloke who lives here.
- Oh.
Sorry.
Riedel.
David Riedel.
He hasn't been back since postman delivered.
- Follow-up tomorrow? - Yeah.
- Patrol units got number plate and description? - Yeah.
Well, let's go before you turn into a pumpkin.
Yeah, that's happened to me before.
It's not funny.
So you erased the name from your mind? You remember where he lives, but not his name? Well, I remember everything, but it's a kind of thing that you do to pretend that you don't.
That way you're in charge of the bad memories.
That's too complicated.
I just forget.
- It's a girl thing.
- Suppose it is.
A good memory is a sign of intelligence, which is why it's a girl thing, - and why guys just forget.
- Yeah, right.
Sometimes you rely on them to forget 'cause you had one drink too many and cannot believe you ever fancied the ugly, smelly thing that just woke up next to you.
And you spend the rest of the week saying, "Thank you, Lord, for making them so dumb and forgetful.
" You don't wonder why you're single, do you? Oh, God.
Do they do a carnival in Newcastle? They do now.
They didn't in London until someone woke up one day and said, "This is who we are.
We must celebrate that.
" Wherever you go, there you are, Matty.
You must bring yourself to that place.
- I'm English.
- Yes, you are.
But the blood that run in your veins is more than that.
There.
Something like that.
- What is it? - I'm not sure.
I've never done this before.
Nicky said you've been in lots of carnival bands.
Yeah, been in them, worked on them, but never put my hand to designing one before.
Walked across the Savannah in Port of Spain.
And in Notting Hill I worked in Peter Minshall's mas camp the year of the troubles.
Who's Peter Minshall? A Trinidadian mas man who designed the costumes.
He didn't just make the costumes, he was creating an image of who we are.
- An image of celebration.
- What kind of troubles? Riots they call them.
People beating on each other.
Did they beat on them because they were black? We worked all night and in the morning the King and Queen stood on the road and began to dance to the music of the steel band.
It was a glorious sight.
But that's not what I remember best.
What I remember was an enormous woman, skin the colour of dark night.
Her flesh rippling as she danced to the music.
And when she saw the King and Queen, ah, she threw her arms around Minshall and kissed him.
And behind them in the distance you could see white boys and black boys beating up on each other and the police charging in to stop them.
Matty look, we have to do this together.
For you and me, hmm? See, I need to do this, too.
Skinny white Minshall, big black woman and fear all around them.
You see, everyone has fears.
England was an angry place then.
Things have certainly changed.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Can we hold the calls, please, as I asked you? Oh.
Yes, of course.
Send her in.
Hello.
- You okay? - I stopped over at the Crown court.
The case was continued.
How was the school play? I spent it thinking about you.
I missed you last night.
Uh-huh.
It's a curious little habit, isn't it? They don't disappear when you put them in the drawer.
- It was more of a courtesy than anything else.
- Yeah? We're not getting off to a very good start, are we? - What have I done to upset you? - Nothing.
No, I'm not upset.
I've never seen you jealous about me keeping family commitments before.
What's the problem? Is that what this looks like? Jealousy? I suppose it does.
Well, can't have that, can we? Well, it does make life awkward.
Oh, we can't have that either.
Look, if you've come for a quarrel, I don't have the time.
- Can we do it later? - I don't want to see you anymore.
- What? - It's nothing personal.
No, of course not.
"I don't want to see you anymore.
" Nothing personal in that, is there? I just thought it would be a "courtesy" to tell you in person.
What on earth's the matter with you? Okay.
It's done.
- Good bye, James.
- Hang on.
Claire? James, it's done.
Let's leave it done, okay? Where were you? The boss was seriously angry you weren't at the duty briefing.
Car wouldn't start.
Well, he wants to see you.
- Well, I'll talk to him later.
- Oh, howay, Rick, man! There's a dead rat in your mouth.
Here.
Take the pack.
I'll drive today, okay? So there's like five of us round at Petey's place.
Petey's a mate of mine from college.
Anyway, after the footie's finished, we order in a curry and then Petey has this great idea that anything we say has to be a song title.
What a laugh.
You gonna eat those chips? Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
It was really funny.
What a sad life you have.
Howay, Rick, man.
Don't go breaking my heart.
Don't, Clark, I can't take it.
Nah, you'll be all right "with a little help from your friends.
" What did I do to deserve this? - I don't know that one.
- It isn't one.
Now, put a cork in it, will you? You're doing me head in.
- Have you seen that? - No.
You don't know where I can find a chemist round here, do you? You check it, boss? It's good gear.
I thought Billy was coming.
Who's Billy? You boys nervous? You're not a face.
Don't mess me around.
There's a chemist on the steps at Henry Street.
Open late Tuesday.
Only takes cash.
They're up to no good.
I think we should have a look.
It's nothing, man.
- They're vandalising a phone box.
- No, they're not, Clark.
They're calling their mothers and letting them know that the community work they're doing is going really well.
I'm going to have a look.
You coming? - Don't make me get out the car.
- Suit yourself.
Excuse me? Can I have a word? Clarky? Are you all right, man? I'm pretty sure it wasn't community work, Sarge.
- Hey, Georgina! - Oh, you're speaking to me? - I thought you'd gone off us.
- Who? Me? Nah.
Gone off you? Oh, no.
No, no, no.
- You need something? - Yes.
Oh, that sounds hopeful.
Come here.
I don't know.
I've never used it.
It was a wedding present from me ex-husband's sister.
Well, the thread must go here.
What does the pedal do? That's what it does.
Oh, I see.
- You ever been married, Errol? - No, not in law.
I've had my lady friends but never married, no.
- Why not? - It didn't suit me.
Didn't suit you.
Suppose a lot of blokes are selfish like that.
It's not about being selfish.
It's just the way things turned out.
- Never wanted a family? - These boys are my family.
Of your own? Oh, we all make plans.
That didn't work out? No.
Was she nice? Yes, she was.
She was the sun.
I would go to England and earn some money and she would follow.
We promised each other on the streets of Port of Spain in the last carnival I spent there.
She didn't come.
It's how things happen.
Nicky? Georgina is here from next door.
Oh, tremendous.
You ever used a sewing machine? Uh, no.
I might have to sew the costumes by hand, boy.
- You couldn't sew on a button, Errol.
- Oh, I can teach you that.
Yeah, I bet there's a lot you could teach our Errol.
- I sleep naked.
- Mmm? That's good to know.
Even in the winter.
I don't think you're ever too old to make new plans.
Let's concentrate on the sewing, hmm? Sergeant Astel and I got out of the car and approached the youths.
There was six of them.
One of them was in the phone box.
He was the last to run.
I have no Sympathy for the Devil.
- Fire Inspector says it was a firework.
- A firework did that? Third one in a fortnight apparently.
There's a local lad with an Anti-Social Behaviour Order on him and he's used the same type of rocket before.
Did you see him well enough to give a more detailed description? White.
5'5".
Dark hair.
- Looked about 15.
- Yeah, that sounds like him.
Declan Wall.
I'd better send some uniforms round to have a word with him.
- You okay? - Yeah.
- Did you get knocked to the ground as well? - No.
He dived on top of me to protect me.
- What, you don't want to go to the hospital? - No, no.
I'm fine.
Thanks to the sergeant.
First report I got was that it was a bomb.
999 call.
I'll tell the DI to stand down.
Command Unit wasn't sure if we had a major incident or not.
- You'll write up a report as well, yeah? - Of course, aye.
I take it you didn't try to pursue the lads responsible? No.
They ran.
And then it blew.
Yeah.
They just disappeared down that Long and Winding Road.
Yeah.
Okay.
Long and Winding Road.
Excellent.
See how much fun it is? There's something I've got to do.
Nicky! Yeah? Well, you'd have to be drunk to listen to that cowboy music.
Then I drove home.
Were you, like, tipsy drunk or legless? I can't remember how I got home.
I can't remember anything about it.
- How stupid is that? - Yeah, I know.
I didn't mean to.
I, uh I don't know.
Stress.
- It was wrong.
- Stress? Rick, do me a favour.
Go and confess to someone else.
I don't want to hear any more of this.
This morning I go to go out to work and my car's all smashed in.
I hit something.
I don't know what.
I don't remember.
I don't know if it was a car, a person I don't know.
I just don't remember.
- Hit and run? - I guess.
You're putting me in a very bad place, telling me this, Rick.
Yeah, I know.
Nick, I need your help.
Look, just turn yourself in, okay? I do that, that's it, my career's over.
I'm kissing goodbye to any chance of Carter giving me that detective attachment.
You've told me now.
What am I supposed to do with that? I was just thinking, maybe tonight, when you've got a moment, maybe you could check the log.
See if there's any hit and run reports.
I could just go and see the person and pay them whatever for any damage I did.
Look, I'm not trying to duck it.
If they got my number plate, I'd be suspended before the end of my shift.
And if they didn't, I can make it go away.
I'm a good police officer.
I made a mistake.
Please, Nicky.
I'm not asking much.
You're asking me not to report you.
I was hoping I could count on that much.
What if you hurt someone? Eh? What if I check it out and find out you hurt someone? I'll turn myself in.
Head up high.
Back straight.
There's a harness that keeps you tall when you walk.
There you go.
Just like that.
Now, chest out.
Proud.
Like a peacock showing off.
- How long do you have to walk like this? - Miles.
- Did you ever have to do this, Nicky? - Oh, yeah.
Till I got back problems.
Don't put the boy off.
No, it's not so bad when you get used to it.
And you don't look quite as stupid when you're actually wearing the costume.
Now, hold your arms out like this.
Now, shimmy your shoulders to the music.
What music? Feeling hot, hot, hot Come on.
- # Feeling hot, hot, hot # - That's it.
Feeling hot, hot, hot Shimmy your shoulders a little bit more.
Feeling, hot, hot, hot In your body, hot, hot, hot Ole, ole Ole, ole Feeling hot, hot, hot, hot Feeling hot, hot, hot In your body, hot, hot, hot Feeling hot, hot, hot Er lost a bet.
Shimmy your shoulders some more.
Hot, hot, hot Is he asking you to break the law? He told me in confidence he drove drunk and hit something or someone.
I may not be breaking the law but I will be protecting him from it.
- How good a friend is he? - Well, should that really matter? - I mean, where's the line? - Where you draw it.
- Well, he's one of the few I can trust.
- He knows that, 'cause he's trusting you.
We're not perfect creatures, Nicky.
Trust yourself a little as well.
I'm sure you'll draw it in the right place.
- Do you pull in that thing? - No.
But I like people to think I do.
Might work for you, though.
Go cruising, top down, wind in your hair.
That's a very kind offer.
Mind you, if you've got your top down, it doesn't matter what car you're driving.
- Ooh, let me get a mental picture of that.
- Try and hang on to it.
Oh, Rick Astel, do you know him well? Yeah, I guess.
I've known him five, six years.
- He's not married? - He was a while back.
Still complains how he got screwed in the divorce when he's had a few drinks.
- He drinks a lot? - No more than most of us.
Goes on the odd bender, but he's usually pretty sweet when he's pissed.
Tells everyone he loves them, that kind of thing.
Doesn't make a habit of it, though? After a bad shift I don't know anyone who doesn't have a few.
Does that make it a habit? Why you asking? I just wondered.
I work with him a lot and I just don't know him that well.
He's a good bloke.
He just doesn't kiss arse enough to get on.
Well, should tell him to work on that.
It would have been last night in the Jesmond area.
I'm just trying to piece something together.
Hit and run.
Yeah? Okay.
Well, if you wouldn't mind checking the calls logged and getting back to me? Cheers.
Working late, Frank? Yeah.
I am.
Anything you want me to look after for you? I'll let the boss know if there is.
It's the only thing you can love more than a woman.
What, cricket? I don't think so.
It's not a sport.
It's a way of being, man.
Let's not go overboard.
Imran Khan in full flight.
Nothing more beautiful than him at full stretch bearing down on the wicket.
I saw Imran Khan playing at Trent Bridge years ago.
Fantastic sight.
Well, I'll have to take your word for it, mate.
- Do you play? - Spin Bowler.
Pretty useful with a bat and all.
- You ever play? - No.
But I have spent what seems like an eternity clutching a bottle of beer watching with my uncle.
- You just don't understand it, that's all.
- Yeah, well, I won't argue with that.
Hang on a sec.
It's funny that about cricket.
You either love it or hate it.
Well, I'm more of a football man myself.
Look, do you mind if I sit down? Team game, football.
So is cricket.
But, well, it's different.
I suppose.
You're Nicky Cole.
I've heard about you .
You're not hard to spot.
- And why would you have heard about me? - I know some friends of yours.
My name's George.
Nice to meet you.
Yeah.
Team game.
Everybody working for each other.
That's when a team does well.
Yeah, I suppose.
Are you a team player, Nicky? - That's not for me, right? - Don't know.
Is it? I'll check.
Is it yours? Which friends of mine do you know? I like the horses as well.
Do you? Nothing sweeter than getting a phone call from the paddock with a good tip.
A little information.
The kind of thing that helps you know when a bet's on.
I hate horse racing.
I guess it's a bit like cricket in that respect.
Innit? No, I don't think it is yours.
I must have dropped it.
My mistake.
Excuse me, sorry.
Excuse me.
When the man left the premises I pursued him with the intention of questioning his motives but there was no sign of him.
This statement is true to my belief and understanding.
Detective Sergeant Dominic Cole.
Tyneside CID.
On your own? - Anything? Any calls logged? - No.
Nothing.
Thank God.
I'm all right, then.
Yeah, maybe.
Or the person you hit might be lying in a ditch somewhere, dead.
Oh, man, don't say that.
- That's not about me, is it? - No.
Rick, I'm going if you need a ride.
Listen, Nicky.
Thanks for what you've done.
Don't thank me, Rick.
I don't feel good about it.
Do me a favour.
Find out what you did last night so I don't have to report you.
Hey, Rick.
- A Little Less Conversation? - Shut up, Clark.
Look, please go home, there's nothing to talk about.
It's Nicky.
Sorry.
I thought you were somebody else.
I need to speak to you.
- I'm sorry to bother you.
- I was headed for an early night.
I didn't expect to be entertaining.
Well, it's not a social visit.
- What's the problem? - Something happened tonight.
And I need to put it on record with someone.
If it's an operational incident, breach of procedure or event in which you believe you've violated the law or the rights of a member of the public, you should speak to your Detective, Inspector.
I can't.
I came to you because I need to protect myself.
Hi, this is Claire.
I can't get to the phone - I can't help you.
- You have to.
No, no, no.
I know the things I have to do.
This isn't on the list.
Look, someone's trying to compromise me, okay? I'm telling you in case something happens to me.
How did they try to compromise you? I was approached and offered money.
And why can't you go to your DI? I've never seen this bloke before but he calls me by name and says he knows friends of mine.
- And you don't know who the friends are? - He wouldn't say.
- Why didn't you arrest him? - There's no apparent crime.
An envelope of cash was put on the table, a lot of cash, and I was asked if it belonged to me.
I take it you declined to say it did.
- Of course I bloody declined.
- But the intent was clear.
Crystal.
I'd hazard a guess he's done this before.
He didn't push, it was up to me to take the bait.
And you think Carter might be involved? I don't know.
In the Met, I reported a senior colleague for assaulting a suspect.
So I was told.
I'm not saying Carter's done it.
I don't know.
This could cut a number of ways.
Another officer who's already taken the silver could have put him on to me.
It could be a test to see if I can be compromised.
One of my friends informs Professional Standards I'm bent and they set me up, try and get me suspended.
Well, as you didn't take the money, they didn't get very far.
It takes a hard-working, paranoid mind to think that up.
Listen, I've seen what's happened to other black officers.
I don't need to work hard to get paranoid.
It kind of comes naturally, you know? - Is that a chip I can see on your shoulder? - Claire, don't patronise me.
Sorry.
Look, you could be right.
Or it could be that this man, whoever he is, has been unable to buy any other detectives and he's tried it on with you because you're new, you're an unknown.
Could be.
I don't fancy risking it.
No.
No, no, no, I understand that.
- I want you to write out a statement.
- I've already done it.
I best make a copy of this, then.
Let's entertain your concerns for a moment.
Just speculating, of course.
Is there anyone else you suspect of corruption? Well, I was kind of hoping it wasn't you.
Well, I'm well-corrupted in many ways, but I've escaped this sort of thing.
Post it to yourself, registered.
Don't open it and put it in a safe place.
And, Nicky, don't worry about it.
Paranoia is very exhausting.
Thank you.
You see, I can sin with the best of them.
That didn't feel like sinning.
Maybe not.
Go now, before it does.
Okay.
Bye.
Bye.
Sorry.
Oh.
Rick! Rick! You've got to check this out.
They're all wearing cowboy gear and doing that ridiculous line-dancing thing.
I mean, what do they look like? - Just tell me why.
- Go home to your wife, James.
Is it him? That detective? No.
There's nothing to talk about, James.
Go home.
Wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Get him to take the clamp off! Look, there's no way I'm going to pay these cowboys.
Everything under control? There seems to be a disagreement over a clamping charge, Sergeant.
This is bollocks! How are you going to see this sign in the dark? - Not our problem.
- 90 quid! - I was here five minutes! - Calm down.
Screaming is probably not going to change their minds.
This your car? It's a friend's.
- Did they call the vehicle reg through? - It matches make and model.
- Do you have any identification, sir? - I showed it to them once.
Yeah, well, help us out, will you? Let me have a look.
- You're Steven Jones? - Aye.
Well, Mr Jones, how are we going to sort this out? Get them to take the clamp off.
Seven hundred and seventy-one elephants ate green leaves.
Uniform 5 to November 7.
Detective requested.
- So what are we looking for? - Nothing.
Oh.
Okay.
So why are we doing this? It's none of your business.
Oh.
Okay.
He put false plates on from a similar make and model, but he didn't change the tax disc.
- ID? - Driver's licence.
Says he's Steven Jones, I think it's fake.
Both he and the car match Mrs Wainwright's description.
I'm going to go to the cash machine.
Get out some money and pay him.
Leave it with us, sir.
I don't think you'll have to.
- I don't believe it.
- Thought I'd share it with you.
- It's not like he's going anywhere.
- We'll need the car.
Tow truck's on its way.
I'll pay him.
I've got to go.
We'll be with you in a moment, sir.
He says his name's Jones? We can run fingerprints when we take him in.
Mr Riedel? Get up! Get off me! Please note Sergeant Brookes is very athletic as well.
As well as what? All of her other alluring qualities.
Noted.
Right, we're gonna need to impound this car.
£90 release fee.
I don't think so.
It's to help us with our enquiries.
Not our problem.
Okay, can you stop talking at the same time? It's making me cross.
Unclamp the car, please.
You obviously didn't hear me.
Unclamp the car now! - All right, arrest them for obstruction.
- Both of them? Yes, Constable, both of them.
We're going to need backup.
Chemist isn't open tonight.
We've arrested a suspect.
We wanted you to know right away.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
We'll call you in the morning to arrange a video identity parade.
The car and the number plate match the information you gave us.
We just need you to confirm the suspect was driving the car and assaulted your husband.
I don't know what to say.
You can go and get the chips and it's your turn to make the tea.
- You had to nick Reidel.
- Whoa! Frank.
Trying to make yourself look good but you cock things up for everyone else.
- Leave it, Frank, what are you doing? - It's taken me four months to get to tonight.
- They don't show up.
- What are you talking about, Frank? And the reason? Mr Ethnic Diversity has the courier in custody.
Back off, Frank, I'm warning you.
Brookes, are you all right? Look at me! Yeah, I'll live.
- I didn't mean to hit you.
- Piss off, Maguire.
Did you send someone to see me tonight? What are you on about? Come at me again and I'll put you in hospital.
Why don't you let SOCO do this in the morning? 'Cause it'll be the morning.
Right now, it's all mine.
What are you looking for? Wainwright's ID should be enough.
Well, Maguire said something about him being a courier.
- How's your mouth? - Sore.
I'm going to take it easy.
I've got an ASBO curfew check on a juvenile and then I think I'll call it a night.
- You going to report Maguire? - No.
- It was an accident.
- An accident? He was trying to hit you.
- Are you going to report him? - Nah.
I own him now and he knows it.
- What? - Got him.
Now we can add possession with intent to supply to Riedel's list.
It's not every night we get a result, is it? Look, why don't you go and check your juvenile's all tucked up and take it easy.
- You've earned it.
- All right.
Night.
Good night.
Uh, Brookes? Okay, Block C.
Let's make sure our boy isn't out on the town.
It's coming from up there! Call for backup! Uniform 11 to November 7.
- Backup requested! - November 7, receiving.
We're under attack.
Somebody's shooting fireworks at us.
Please repeat.
Shooting what? He's on top of the building.
Here comes another one! Weren't you supposed to be taking it easy? I blame the Chinese.
Suspect is running west along the top of the building.
- Fancy a bit of this? - I'm an all-action girl.
Okay.
Nothing? This is the flat.
Police.
- Is your son Declan here, Mrs Wall? - He's in bed.
What on earth is going on? He's asleep! He's been there all night.
Hi, Declan.
Wake up, wake up.
It's Jouvay.
- What? - We have to up with the sun.
Come on, let's go.
Rick? You're off duty and I thought maybe we could ride around a bit before my shift starts.
- Rick, it's been a long night.
- I couldn't sleep.
I don't know what to do.
There are traces of black paint here.
And the red brick dust where the bumper's crumpled.
Is there? Oh, yeah.
I noticed that, too.
Last night I went over the route I normally take to the club.
Nothing.
Did you know you were drunk? Yeah, I guess.
- You know the roads that are normally patrolled? - Yeah.
And you knew you were drunk.
Would you have avoided those roads? Come on.
Jouvay, means opening day.
The bands amass and walk through the streets of Port of Spain in silence.
Dancing to the music in their heads in the darkness just before the dawn.
I might have taken this street 'cause it's not on the burglary list.
Slow down.
Stop.
This must be it.
This must be what I hit.
I'll leave a note on the door of the pub asking them how much it will cost to repair.
Yeah? Don't bother.
Rick, you could have killed someone.
I'm keeping this between me and you, but I won't do it again.
You want a detective attachment with me, I need to be able to trust you.
Sort yourself out.
Cole.
Hello, Claire.
You're up early.
When's the meeting? - Have I missed anything? - What's he doing here? If you're discussing my case, I thought I should be.
David Riedel? We've already taken a decision, Dominic.
It's been cleared by the Chief Super and Mr Henderson from CPS.
We're not going to charge Mr Riedel.
Not for the moment.
Mrs Wainwright, one of his victims, is coming in this morning for a video ID.
We don't feel we can trade his usefulness to us for a GBH.
- How about for attempted murder? - Mr Wainwright didn't have a heart attack, Nicky.
He had angina and it was a pre-existing condition.
We may never prove intent.
- We won't get more than a GBH.
- I'll settle for a GBH.
Look, we've got a victim, a suspect, and enough to charge him.
This isn't right! - Riedel's a courier.
- Yeah, I know.
I found the ecstasy in his car.
Don't interrupt me, Dominic! Riedel's a courier for a Class A drug firm.
A small cog in a big wheel.
If we arrest him now, we risk scaring them off.
This is wrong.
My victim has grounds for formal complaint.
What you're doing is wrong.
They sell the ecstasy in schools to kids that are 12, 13 years old.
It's done, Dominic.
There's nothing to discuss.
We're letting him go.
Dominic.
Are you a team player, Dominic? We expect you to support the team's decision.
Nicky? Nicky, I didn't expect you to come in.
I just wanted you to know.
It's just a question of timing.
- Yeah, not my strong suit.
- It's not mine, either, - if it makes you feel any better.
- Not really.
You all right? Oh, yeah, I just feel a bit sick.
- Do you want to sit down? - No, honestly.
I'll be fine.
Mrs Wainwright's downstairs.
I think I led you on last night.
I'm sorry.
You did.
Don't apologise.
I'm pregnant.
Post the letter.
- Good morning.
- Morning, Mrs Wainwright.
I've looked at the photographs and there's no doubt in my mind.
None at all Mrs Wainwright, I've got some bad news.
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