"Then why were you out in it the night before last?" "I wasn't." "I was here all night, Mum." "Whoever she is, she's not worth the bother." "I think David's mixed up in something." "That girl they found in the Kingsmead..." "Jack, it's me, Jane." "Just checking in on the latest on the Bentleys." "Apparently, they're gonna rob a bank." " There's something going out between those brothers." "We have movement at the Pembridge." "Do you know what kind of man Clifford Bentley is?" "What's that for?" "You a superstitious man, Silas?" "He's losing his grip on this job." "There's a matching necklace, part of a set." "My God." " Jane, there's something..." " Yes?" "I saw you both earlier." "You should speak to him." "If you're serious." "About what?" " Sarge?" " What the hell was that?" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Golf Hotel to all units." "I need a report." "Someone tell me what the hell's going on!" "I want two of you on doors!" "Get everyone out of the flats!" "Two of you here." "Two of you there." "Cordon off the area!" "David...?" "There were coppers watching the cafe." "I legged it." " What do you mean?" "What happened?" " We need to go." "The police are everywhere." "Where's John and your dad?" "Have they been arrested?" "Dunno." "I saw the police and came back as fast as I could." " But you warned them?" " Of course." "I told them to get out." "You go." "I'll stay here and wait for your dad and John." "I'll go to Reg's place and meet you there." "David, stop." "Wait there." "Take it all." "Wait until dark, then get yourself away from here." "I love you, Ma." "Sarge?" "Sarge?" "Spence?" "Spence?" "Shit." "What happened?" " I can't hear a bloody word." " Where's everyone else?" "Morgan!" "Morgan?" "She's alive." "People in front..." "Guv?" "Guv?" "Can you hear me, anyone?" "Body over here!" " Guv!" " It's John Bentley." "No." "Len!" "Len!" "Len!" "Len!" "Len!" "Len!" " He's gone." "He's gone." " Len..." " He's gone." "He's gone." " Hey!" "Len!" "No, no, no." "You can't go in there." "You can't go in there!" "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "Renee!" "Let me in." "Where's John?" "Ain't he with you?" "No." "What do you mean, "no"?" "Cliff, where is he?" "As..." "As soon as I heard the police coming in, I told him to get out." "I screamed at him that he had to go." "But you saw him leave?" "Where is he, then?" "Where's David?" "Did he make it back?" "He's... waiting for us at Reg's." "Cliff, please, do the right thing and let him go." "You can take responsibility for this." " What are you on about?" " David's not like you." "He won't cope in prison." "Give him a chance to get away." "Nobody's going to prison." "Look." "You should have seen what we left behind." "There's enough here." "Grab your case." "Come on." "I'm staying here, in case John comes back." "He's not coming back." "I'm staying here." "All right." "All right?" "Not really." "When I first saw him down there..." "I thought he was knocked out." " I thought he'd choke up on some dust and..." " Hudson, stop talking." "Just be quiet." " I'm just saying." " Both of you, shut up." "Right, gents." "I've got teams of Uniforms briefed and ready to go and hunt Clifford and David Bentley." "I suggest you make yourselves useful and join 'em." "What do you think?" "Yeah." "Come on." "Jane... come ride with us." "Best thing's to keep busy." "Got you that from the hospital shop." "Can't stand that stuff." "Such gratitude!" "You look like you could use it more." "Apart from feeling like someone's stuck knitting needles in my ears, I'm fine." "Did they tell you what happened?" "The doctor said there'd been some fatalities." "Are all our team accounted for?" "Er... two suspects inside the vault and erm..." "No?" "Police!" "Clifford and David." "Where are they?" " You can't just barge in here!" " Where are they?" "I ain't seen them." "They're not here." "Bollocks." " Don't lie to us." " 'Ere, I know you." "Have a heart and tell me." "What happened to my son John?" "She doesn't know." "Right." "Well, John's dead." "Where are the other two?" "A man we identified as John Bentley was killed in an explosion at the British Savings Bank..." " All right." "Now she knows." " Daniel Mitcham... and our colleague, Detective Inspector Leonard Bradfield." "We need to know where Clifford and David are." "I ain't seen 'em." "There's no-one here." "Right." "I'm sick of this." " Where are they?" " I don't know." " Who told you about John?" " What?" "It was on the wireless." "We haven't released that information yet, so who told you John didn't get away?" "Nobody." "A Bentley till the bitter end?" "Deal with her." "Irene Bentley, I'm arresting you under suspicion of assisting an offender." "Excuse me." "Have you seen this man recently?" "No." "Thank you, sir." "Yes?" " Excuse me, sir." "My name's DC Ashton..." "No." "Excuse me." "Have you seen this man before?" " No, sorry." " Sure?" "Yeah, I'm sure." "I didn't know you were back." "We've brought in Renee Bentley." "I came back to join the manhunt... but I've just been sat in here for half an hour." "You need to see this." "Hudson and I found it in the Bentley lock-up." "It matches the bracelet Julie-Ann was wearing when she died." "Yes, sir." "Understood." "Absolutely." "Thank you, sir." "Super's finished the next-of-kin visit." "Think I'm gonna head off and see 'em myself." "Could you pass these on?" "It's the Guv's watch and wallet, and his warrant card." " Sarge, if you need a WPC..." " Tennison..." "Like you said, I need to keep busy." "It's his wife and kids." "Paul, can I borrow you?" "I need you to check something for me." "Do you know how many wives and girlfriends we've had sat across from us, insisting they were completely in the dark?" "You're in this up to your neck." "We're watching all the ports, so they have nowhere to go." "I don't know where they are." "That's bollocks, and you know it." " Sarge, can I...?" " Tennison, we've got this." "No." "Go on." "If you want to help David, you need to tell us where he is." "Did David tell you about Julie-Ann?" "She was 17." "Someone strangled her and dumped her with the rubbish, like she didn't matter." "Where was he on the evening of Sunday 13th May?" " I don't know." " It was raining that night." "Did he come home, soaked to the skin?" "He was home!" "How's he been acting since?" "You're his mum." "Mums always know when something's not right." "I found... a photo of them both." "Him and Julie-Ann." "She mattered to David, didn't she?" "Did he tell you about her?" "Did you know she was pregnant?" " Was the child David's?" " God..." "God." "Where can we find him?" "Where?" "You can't defend him on this." "Where is he?" "I don't know." "I found this in the corner, under a shelf there." "200 quid, stuffed in an old biscuit tin." "And here... shoe marks... size and pattern of which seem a good match for Julie-Ann's boots." "How far from here to where her body was found?" "300-400 yards." "Possible she was dragged all that way?" "Possible." "This could be where she was strangled." "That money you found at the lock-up matches the notes Julie-Ann stole from her dad." "Well, we know she was doing a deal with O'Duncie." "After she left the squat, she needed a secure location to stash the money until the deal was in place." "So she gave it to David to hang on to?" "But why did he turn the garage upside-down?" "He'd know where it was." " To destroy the crime scene?" " She's nervous." "O'Duncie has already beaten up Eddie, so she's not gonna trust anyone with £200, and doesn't tell David where she's hidden it." "Then on the 13th, David Bentley wants to know where the money is." "And ends up throttling her." " We've found the Bentley van." " Yes, sarge." "Let's go." "Sarge." "The list of Bentley associates and their last-known addresses." " You sent cars out?" " Sergeant Harris thought you'd coordinate." "WPC Tennison..." "What does that look like to you?" "Julie-Ann's bra." "She was moved in the van." "I thought dragging her all that way on crutches was unlikely." "We need to find the hole he's hiding in and visit the known associates in the area." "Right." "We're gonna start with addresses nearest the Pembridge and then fan out." "Hudson, Edwards." "Your list." "Harris, your list." "Tennison, with me." " Hello." "Have you seen this man, David Bentley?" " No." "Never seen him." " Positive?" " Quite sure." "Sorry to... bother you." "My name's DC Edwards." "I'm from Hackney Police." "Do you recognise this man at all?" "Er... no, sorry." "No." "We'd have a better chance getting Clifford's mates to tap-dance than co-operate." "Here." "You can drive." "I nearly bust a stitch going down those stairs." " I haven't done the job driving course yet." " But you can drive." "Well, thank you, sir." "It's a bloody wild-goose chase." "Where next?" "Next one's on Fairview Avenue." "None of my business, but I know you and Bradfield were..." "He really liked you." "Anyone could see that." "Like I said... none of my business." "When I mentioned Clifford Bentley, that last fella spat on the floor." "Right." "This is it." "Reggie Barker." "How would David move the body on his own?" "I've seen a wife butcher a husband twice her size." "You'd be surprised what people are capable of when shit hits the fan." "Not long before evening drinking." "Someone should be in." "Open up!" "Police." "I can see you!" "Idiot." "Sarge?" "Stay there." "Make sure no one comes out." "Reggie Barker, is it?" " Where are you going, mate?" " I don't want no trouble." " The Bentley boy's upstairs." " David's here?" "Yeah." "Stinking the place out with that bloody stuff." "Is his old man here, as well?" " He's CID." " So?" "So I don't want no part of this." " Help me move him." " No, you're on your own, Cliffy." "You're on your own." "Five One Seven to Golf Hotel." "Golf Hotel to Five One Seven." "Receiving." "Over." "Back-up needed at the King's Head pub, Fairview Avenue." "Hey!" "David?" "Please just go." "Don't do this." "Talk to me." "David..." "I know you weren't at the bank vault." "I followed you to the lock-up..." " I don't care any more." " Is that where Julie-Ann died?" "If you jump, they'll say you did it." "I didn't!" "I'd never hurt her." "But you were her boyfriend and you never came forward." "David, I know about you and Julie-Ann." "No." "No, you don't." "She was everything to me." "She..." "She was beautiful." "She took away my pain... all of it." "All I wanted was for us to get away from here, from the estate, the drugs." "From her selling herself." "He thought she was just a junkie with a big mouth." "He didn't know who she was or what she meant to me." " Your dad?" " No." "You mean John?" "Are you talking about John?" "Tell me, David." "What happened?" "If it was John... why?" "Cos I told her about the job." "I told her about the fucking job and he found out." "It was me who found her body in the car park." "It was me who made the phone call." "David, let me help you." "Please." "Julie-Ann wouldn't want you to do this." "If what you're saying is true, and it was John, then this needs to come out." " David, we need to go." " No." "We can help you." "Shut up." "Come on, son." "Let's go." "What about John?" "Is he with you?" "He got caught in the explosion." " He's dead, David." " Shut up!" "But you made it out all right?" "Come on." " David, if you leave..." " One more word from you...!" "Dad!" " Dad!" "No!" " No." "Stop!" "No!" "I need something to stop the blood." "Help me." "Help me!" "Press on his chest." "I'll get an ambulance." "Please." "No!" "Coward!" "Erm..." " Erm..." "I need to get an ambulance." " Don't leave me." "I'm cold." " Back-up's on its way." " What's your name?" "WPC..." "Jane." "Jane..." "I loved her." " I know." "I know." " I loved her." "Stay with me, David." "Stay with me." "You piece of scum..." "You're nicked." "Get this bag of piss down the station." "Sarge." " Tennison, are you hurt?" " No." "No." "It's..." "It's not my blood." "It's..." "It's David Bentley's." "He's dead." "Let's get you to the station and get you cleaned up." "Come on." "Come on." "Come on." "We'll get you in the car, all right?" "Take her to the station, OK?" "When are you coming back?" "I don't think I am." "What?" "Do you know what my mum said to me, when I was joining the force?" "No doubt the same as mine." "That you were mad." "She said I'd end up dead." "And you think this has proved her right?" "Kath, you can't give up." "You've got a shot at joining CID." "I'd give my right arm to be in your shoes." "It's not giving up, accepting your limitations." "I need someone to look up to." "I'm not much of a role model." "You're not if you quit." "Funeral's tomorrow." "So surreal." "He was standing right in front of me." "How are you holding up?" "Good." "Come on." "Let's go." "Hello?" " Jane!" " Mum..." "We're here now." "Shh." "Let's pack up your things, and we'll drive you home." "Erm... no, it's all right." "I want to stay here." " Erm..." " OK." " OK." " I'll be fine." "I promise." "Would you both stay, just for a little bit?" "Of course we will." "As long as you need us to." "What do you want?" "I wanted to return this to you... make sure you got it." "It was David's." "One of the lads at the station was meant to get it back to you a couple of weeks ago." "He forgot." "Can't trust men to get anything right." "Ta." "Take care of yourself." "One glowing review, you're the Sheriff of Hackney?" "It's just..." "It's just what?" "You don't want to spend the rest of your life in uniform, like me?" " You'll put in a word for me?" " Look, you're on top brass's radar, and CID have nothing but good things to say about you, so just bide your time, be patient." " I'm not very good at that." " No, I'd noticed." "In the meantime..." "Clifford Bentley's brief's kicking up a stink, saying I hit him during his arrest." "Now, someone might want to ask you some questions about that, so er..." " You didn't touch him, sarge." " Yeah." "That's how I remember it, an' all." " Now, back into Comms, Tennison." " Yes, sarge." "Golf Hotel to Four-O-Two." "Reported break-in at William Hill on Beckett Road." "Over." "Golf Hotel to all units." "Mugging reported on West Road." "Victim is with a Mrs Jenkins at number 18." "Over." "All right." "Listen up, please, lady and gents..."