- Now, how long does it say we've got? - Five years.
- Bring me the flash drive. - CHARLIE: I haven 't got it.
Renko took it, it's gone.
They cut her a deal.
If she can bring you down, then her child stays out of prison.
ROLAND: So, what is taking so long?
There's nothing to suggest that Hicks killed Butler.
He's sleeping with the man's wife.
I know we've never spoken about it because we can't,
but I do know what you did for us.
Tell me where it is, or I'll have to let Daniel pass away.
CHARLIE: Now, I don't care who you are.
You don't get to kill children.
ELAINE: There's no evidence that Hicks killed Butler.
- He's innocent. - ROLAND: Which Elaine is this?
My investigator or Hicks's loyal right-hand man?
Elaine, I... I thought you knew.
- Knew what, Charlie? - It was me.
I killed him.
(BIRDS CAWING)
CHARLIE: It's not true! It's not!
I saw you, Alex!
I... I saw what you did!
In a video on that laptop you just lied about.
Reflected in a mirror in that horrible bedroom.
You know, we can't ever let them find out about this.
Alex?
No one can ever find out about this.
ALEX: I know it went out of control, but now it's o ver.
I swear.
No more.
(GUNSHOT)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(DRILLING)
(LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS)
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS SOFTLY)
(SIGHS)
(GRUNTS) Hand to God, it's true.
God disnae want your hand. He knows where it's been.
So, why the wait?
I mean, I sent you sniffing around this one maybe a year ago.
Yeah, well, I can only do what I can do. I'm not a magician.
No. People like magicians. So?
So, a mate of mine...
- What mate? - A mate.
He's just done a stretch, and he got talking to one of the Nicholson lot.
The accountant. Felix.
The bloke hates coppers and I mean, like, pathamalogically.
He hates coppers pathamalogically? Gosh.
So, they're having a laugh
and they get talking about coppers being killed on the job
and he starts talking about your boy, Butler.
Are you telling me
you know who pulled the trigger on DCI Butler?
I'm telling you I know everything,
right down to where you can find the gun that killed him.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
How'd it go?
Yeah, good. Groovy.
- Hey! - One word about this ever to anyone
- and no one ever sees you again. - (BREATHING HEAVILY)
- Do you understand me? - Yeah.
- Do you understand me? - Yes.
You've pissed yourself.
I know.
Get out before you ruin my upholstery.
(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(MOBILE VIBRATING)
HAILEY: Morning, Dad.
Morning, sunshine.
- What? - What?
- Seriously, what have I done? - (CHUCKLES) Nothing.
No, it's just that I wanted to ask you a favour.
Is it about cleaning my room or something?
CHARLIE: (CHUCKLES) No.
Look, uh, what it is, it's my birthday coming up in a couple of weeks
and I've thought of something that I'd like.
So, what do you want?
To adopt you.
Well, what do you think?
(CHARLIE CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
- No sign of a body? - Nothing.
No body, no eyewitnesses, no CCTV.
- Dog walkers, joggers? - Nothing.
HERBIE: Are you all right, George?
What's up?
BEN: Okay. I hope you girls have nearly finished your breakfast
because we need to get moving and I can't be late.
Anyone who wants a lift to school this morning has got two minutes to be ready.
Two minutes and I'm out the door.
Everyone got everything?
Naomi, you've got violin practice today. Good.
Claire, you've got to remember that permission slip.
What permission slip?
Permission slip your mum's been reminding you of
every morning this week, for the school trip.
I think I took it in already. Mum told me to, so I did.
Morning!
(GASPS)
- Where was it? - (LAUGHS)
GRACE: On the floor by your bed.
If you don't take it in today, you don't get to go.
- Where are they going? - Globe Theatre.
Kill me now.
We'll have less of that, thank you.
- Shakespeare, though? - She's got a point.
(DOORBELL RINGING)
What she's got is an incomplete education.
What's your excuse?
- (DOORBELL RINGS) - Coming!
Come on! You're done. Come on!
ROLAND: Grace Morrigan?
Detective Chief Superintendent Roland Bell.
We have a warrant to search these premises.
- I'm sorry, for what? - Will you step inside, please?
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
How are you keeping?
Daniel, so, listen.
You don't need to worry about your dad.
That's all in hand.
And the woman that did this to you...
Charlie Hicks and I are gonna make that right today.
She'll never bother us again.
Now, there's something I need you to understand before I go.
The way you thought things were between me and you, Daniel,
it was never like that.
You were wrong.
But here's how it's gonna be from now on.
You will never hurt anyone again, ever, for any reason.
Do you understand that?
Yes, Mum.
Okay, good.
Now, rest. Get better, all right?
(LOCK CLANKS)
(OFFICERS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
ROLAND: All right, Keith.
The honour's yours. Nick her.
- Should I call someone? A lawyer? - No, don't call anyone.
- The emergency contact? - No, don't call anyone.
Darling, honestly, I don't know what's going on
but someone somewhere has made an error.
I'll be home by teatime, okay?
In the meantime, you look after the girls.
You tell them not to worry because there's nothing to worry about.
And tell Claire to remember that permission slip.
BEN: Okay, will do.
I love you.
I love you, too.
(SIGHS) They'll be here pretty soon.
Yeah.
You ready for what comes next?
She tried to kill my son.
Of course I'm ready.
Trish Leabourne, Benjamin Willis, Sarah Brooks, Liam Mcllveney,
Kamal Babra and now, Moira Gallagher.
Six suicides in just over seven weeks.
Different ages, genders, races, from different parts of the Southeast.
In each case, a handwritten note was left on the dashboard,
weighed down by the pen that was used to write the note.
In each case, no body's been found.
I think someone's out there killing people who believe they want to die.
Well, it's a bit early to assume that, innit?
- Not really, no. - How come?
Because I've spoken to him.
HERBIE: Wait.
- Where? - On a message board.
What kind of message board?
A suicide message board.
Well, how long you been doing that? What, weeks? Months? What?
It's a while.
- George. - Boss, this man is real
and he's killing them.
This is him.
He signs his messages U+1 F728.
It's used in computer programming. Unicode. Denoting this symbol.
What is that? Sniper scope?
- Some sort of Nazi thing? - Yeah, both, neither.
It's an alchemical symbol.
Sonnenkreuz. The sun cross.
So, solar calendar, the sun dies in midwinter, gets reborn in spring.
So, yeah. Fascism. Neopaganism.
Hard Sun.
Yeah, okay. Okay.
Yeah, I think you're right.
- I think you've got something here. - (DOOR OPENING)
Hey. What's going on?
That woman we just brought in... Looks like it was her.
- Her what? - Killed DCI Butler.
ROLAND: Can I get you anything?
Tea, coffee, water?
- Boss, boss, have you got a minute? - Thirty seconds.
Listen, I know you spent a lot of time
thinking that Alex's death was down to me,
but you were wrong and now you know it.
Well, if I hurt your feelings, I honestly couldn't give a shite.
What I care about is this is my house and Alex Butler was my boy.
And I'd like to know what happened to him
but I'm tacking close to the wind here,
because that woman works for the Security Services.
And whatever she did, we'll never see a prosecution
because that lot take care of their own.
They'll find her.
So we need her to cough before MI5 pitch up.
Which means I need you to reel her in and put the fear of God into her.
Land her, gut her and fillet her.
- Boss, can I borrow you a minute? - (SIGHS) What now?
I know it's a big day, but she's not going anywhere for two minutes, is she?
(SIGHS) George, I'm on the clock.
Just let me do this, I'll be right with you.
There's a vulnerable woman out there who needs our help.
You think this is how Alex would want you to play it?
Well, we'll never know, will we, George?
What with him being dead and everything.
Morning.
I'm DCI Hicks.
This is my partner, DI Renko.
(CHARLIE SIGHS)
Now, it says here that you have declined the offer of a phone call.
In fact, you specifically instructed your husband not to call a lawyer.
ELAINE: Why would that be, Grace?
Why wouldn't you want anyone to know you were here, not even a lawyer?
Now, as I understand it, you, uh, you work for the government.
Yeah, civil servant in the Ministry of Defence.
(INHALES) Well, does that mean what I think it means?
I mean, God only knows how they're going to react.
Your bosses, you know, to all of this.
I mean, for someone in your line of work, that's got to be, uh...
Uh, what's the word I'm looking for, DI Renko?
- Compromising. - Compromising.
That's it.
For someone like you, with the job that you do,
that's gotta be very compromising.
I wonder if you can tell me what this is?
You need some reading glasses or something?
ELAINE: What you're not looking at
is a picture of a Beretta 9mm PX Storm SubCompact.
I can't help but wonder what you're doing with it.
Now, could be that it's not even yours.
Maybe it's your husband's.
Ben. Isn't it?
Come on, Grace.
Help me out here.
I mean, we both, uh, both have daughters.
Help me to help them.
This is DCI Alex Butler.
He's a good friend of mine.
Or at least he was until someone shot him in the head.
They used the gun we found hidden in your kitchen.
CHARLIE: Well, I've got to say, I wish I had your discipline.
Although God only knows, there are things I've seen I wish I hadn't.
You see, the thing is, it's not looking...
(MOBILE VIBRATING)
CHARLIE: All right, so here's how it looks.
You go off book, earn yourself a few quid
selling intel to criminal organisations.
DCI Butler hears about it.
He doesn't tell anyone he's investigating you
'cause, well, he's paranoid.
He knows who you work for.
Now, he's got a right to be paranoid.
'Cause you'd kill him for it.
ELAINE: So, what are your bosses gonna do when they find out about this?
What happens to a dirty spy who can't be trusted to keep a secret?
CHARLIE: You see, right now, here, you're safe.
But sooner or later,
someone is gonna call Security Services.
Now, the number's publicly available.
It's easily done.
ELAINE: Five minutes after that,
they take you away and they make you disappear.
Gun to the base of the skull.
CHARLIE: Oh, they hate to be embarrassed,
Security Services.
And they hate it when people can't keep their secrets.
I mean, what if they leaked something big?
Really big?
You've got 10 minutes to think about your confession
or we make that call.
And you take your chances with the people that you betrayed.
All right, Elaine, look, before you make the call,
right, you have to know, there was no doubt here.
Yeah? They would've... They would've killed us.
They tried to kill Daniel and they will kill Grace.
Now, if they think she's selling intelligence, they've got no choice.
What, and if we don't do it?
We take pity on her and let her go?
You know what she does, not just to us.
(MOBILE BEEPS)
- We've got an issue. - What kind of issue?
George.
We need to find him before he does something stupid.
- Stupider. - HERBIE: (SIGHS) I've tried everything.
We're not gonna find him if he doesn't wanna be found.
I can.
I can find him.
- How? - I bugged his car.
Why would you do that?
Because she was placed on this unit to investigate the murder of Alex Butler,
- so she bugged all of us. - Bollocks. You're serious?
Look, you can burn me as a witch when George is home.
Aye, let's do that, yeah? I'll bring the matches and a party hat!
All right, all right, look, Elaine's right.
Fine, let's go.
No. No, no, no, no. I need you here, running point.
Keith, Mishal, I need you watching Grace Morrigan.
She doesn't leave until we're good and ready. She doesn't move.
She doesn't speak to anyone, anyone, unless I say so.
Is that clear?
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Mari.
Sorry to intrude. Do you mind if I step inside a moment?
Obviously, I can't go into detail.
I shouldn't really be telling you anything at all. Not yet.
But I know how exhausting it is emotionally,
living with the uncertainty.
So in the matter of Alex's death, your dad's death, Owen,
we have arrested a suspect.
(SIGHS)
- Who? - I can't go into detail.
- Is it someone we know? - No.
No, from what we know, it looks like Alex was investigating,
well, a corrupt civil servant.
What... What does that mean?
The long and the short of it is he died in the line of duty.
Your dad died a hero, Owen.
That's why I'm here.
Everything else is just details.
It won't make things easier
in the days and the months and the years to come living without him,
but your dad died a hero.
And I think it's a fine thing
for a young man to be proud of his father.
(SOBBING)
(MARI SHUSHES AND SNIFFLES)
ANGIE: I'm sorry.
I know, I know, it's a pain in the neck.
But Grace is one of our own, you see,
and we're very keen to find her.
I don't suppose you know where she's gone, do you?
George?
You ready?
(INSECTS BUZZING)
Do you believe it?
The stories about the sun?
I don't.
The sun is life.
You can actually feel it.
GEORGE: Can I ask you a question?
MAN: Please do.
What happens to me? After?
What happens to my remains?
There's no need to be afraid, George.
I only want you to be happy.
I'd just like to know before I commit.
Well, look at us.
Here we are.
Surely you've already committed.
What kind of man are you, George?
A sad man?
A lonely man?
A policeman?
(GEORGE GRUNTING)
Nah.
Herbie? No, we're too late.
The car is here, no sign of George.
(GEORGE GRUNTING)
Boss.
Oh, shit.
(MAN SHUSHES)
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
Go!
HERBIE: Car is registered to a Herbert West,
but he died four years ago.
Right, what's the dead man's last known address?
Borley House, listed as abandoned, last used by some religious commune.
I'll send you the details.
(SNIFFLING)
(LINE RINGING)
(MOBILE RINGING)
Hey. Look, I know we need to talk, but I can't speak right now.
Well, I don't need you to speak. I need you to listen.
Oh, well, that doesn't sound promising.
I know you lied to me.
- What about? - Roland Bell came round.
(SNIFFLES) Is it true?
Did they arrest someone for killing Alex?
Someone else?
All right, listen, he shouldn't have come round. All right? Not yet.
Did you lie to me?
To get me into bed? Because if you did...
All right, now, we are not having this conversation on the phone.
- We'll talk later. - What kind of man does that make you?
All right, not another word. Not to anyone. Not until we have spoken.
Or what? You'll shoot me?
All right. That's enough, all right? You need to calm down.
No, don't you... Don't you tell me what I need to do.
Listen, look, if we could just...
(HANGS UP)
(EXCLAIMS)
(SIGHS)
Mari?
Yeah.
- She pissed off? - Yeah.
'Cause she thinks you didn't kill her husband?
Yeah.
Mate, it's always the way.
(CHUCKLES)
CHARLIE: Place looks deserted.
Wait.
(FLIES BUZZING)
(MAN CRIES OUT)
(MAN GRUNTING)
(MAN SCREAMING)
Oh, shit. What is that?
(FLOOR CREAKS)
Moira, are you all right?
What happened?
CHARLIE: Is she drugged?
It's not that. I don't think it's that.
(FLOOR CREAKS)
Shit. Elaine!
Wait, it's them.
They're here.
They're all here.
ELAINE: How many victims were there?
- Six. - There's seven in the room.
(CHARLIE GRUNTING)
There must be another way!
(GEORGE GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
(DOOR LOCKING)
Why would you do this, George?
They're alive.
Isn't that better?
Despair is irrational.
A dysfunction of your brain,
and it's so easy to correct.
I'm about to perform a procedure called a...a transorbital lobotomy.
There's no pain, no blood.
But your unhappiness
will just evaporate.
(GEORGE SCREAMING)
You're gonna love it.
Don't be afraid.
Put it down.
- I'm dying. - Big deal.
Put it down.
But it's sad, though, isn't it?
How you only really appreciate the value of something
- when it's about to be lost. - Put it down.
Now.
Life is so wonderful. (CHUCKLES)
I'm really gonna miss it.
BOTH: No!
Oh.
You are just...
horrible.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
I'd like a moment with the suspect.
Please.
(MOBILE RINGING)
Mishal, what's going on?
The boss killed the cameras, threw us out the room.
He's speaking to the suspect alone.
No, no, no, no, no. She cannot leave the building.
Whatever happens, she has to stay in the building! Is that clear?
Right. Got that.
Grace is pulling something.
Make the call.
Charlie Hicks killed DCI Butler.
I can establish that for you very quickly.
And that's what you want, really, isn't it?
Hicks on a plate.
ELAINE: I have important information on the whereabouts
of your missing field agent, uses the name Grace Morrigan.
She's being held at Lethe Road police station,
on suspicion of selling sensitive information.
And what you don't know
is that Hicks is killing me, too.
They're seeing to it that MI5 has no other choice.
What's happening to me, this second,
this is a murder.
(MOBILE VIBRATING)
ANGIE: Hmm.
Hmm.
They found her.
Lucky old you.
You're not listening.
(CHUCKLES) Oh, I'm listening.
But what I'm not doing is believing you.
You want out of here, you've got to give me more than hints and allegations.
No.
You keep me here, you make yourself an accessory to murder.
Or you get me to a safe house
and let me deliver Hicks to you on a platter.
I can give you Elaine Renko's head, too.
If you'd like that.
- Boss. - Step aside, DS Ali.
(SOBBING)
(TYRES SCREECHING)
(MOBILE RINGING)
Listen, I can't talk right now, sunshine.
I'm not your sunshine.
- Hailey, you all right? - You said you loved us.
I do love you. I love you very much. Why? Why? What's happened?
Hailey, talk to me. What's happened? What have I done?
You know what! You liar!
All right, listen, put your mum on the phone.
- I hope you die! (SOBBING) - CHARLIE: Hailey! Please!
I spoke to Mari.
- All right, Simone, listen... - Don't you come back here, Charlie.
I don't care where you go. Don't come back here!
Listen to me, Simone. Simone, listen!
Listen, Simone!
(DOOR OPENS)
Boss!
- CHARLIE: Boss, what you doing? - We'll discuss this later.
- No, no, no, we'll discuss this now. - Stand aside, DCI Hicks.
Look, she killed Alex. You're gonna let her go?
I think we all know who killed Alex, Charlie.
I told you to say nothing.
- Look, if you let this woman go... - What?
- It doesn't end well for you? - No, for all of us.
- Trust me. - No one trusts you, Charlie.
Why should I be the first?
CHARLIE: Boss!
You need to stop.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) - (CAR ENGINE REVS)
(TYRES SCREECHING)
DCS Bell, this is a warrant mandating
this woman's immediate release into our custody.
If you do not comply with this mandate, you may be subject
to a disciplinary hearing that may result in your prosecution
under the Official Secrets Act.
Now, uncuff her and stand back.
(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)
(GRUNTING)
(EMPTY CHAMBER CLICKING)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Officer down, we need assistance now.
(BOTH PANTING)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(ELAINE GRUNTS)
(GRACE PANTING)
CHARLIE: All right, Grace.
That's enough.
So, what's the plan now?
This is the plan.
CHARLIE: Police think you're a spy who's been compromised
and disappeared into a new identity.
MI5 just think that you're dirty
and that you ran.
That's actually not bad.
You should've stayed away from my son.
I couldn't, Elaine.
You know I have a family, too.
We'll make sure they're well looked after.
(LAUGHS)
- You actually mean that, don't you? - Yeah, of course I do.
This isn't their fault.
You think you're a good man, Charlie.
But you're not.
You're a moral abomination.
Well, I'll live with it.
Do you see
what he's turned you into?
No.
That was your doing.
Are you ready?
(STAMMERING) Can I... Please, can I have a moment?
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Oh, not yet.
I thought we had more time.
- Yeah, well, we always do. - GRACE: They lied to me, Charlie.
They lied.
It's already here.
Oh, Daniel.
CHARLIE: I'm sorry.
I am so sorry.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)