Episode 6 Hard Sun

Now how long does it say we've got?!

Five years.

Bring me the flash drive.

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.

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.

Now, I don't care who you are.

You don't get to kill children.

There's no evidence

that Hicks killed Butler.

He's innocent.

Which Elaine is this?

My investigator,

or Hicks' loyal right hand man?

Elaine, I...I thought you knew.

Knew what, Charlie?

It was me.

I killed him.

It's not true!

It's not!

I saw you, Alex!

I saw what you did.

In a video on that laptop

you just lied about.

Reflected in a mirror

in that horrible bedroom.

Look, we can't ever

let them find out about this.

Alex?

No-one can ever find out about this.

I know it went out of control...

..but now it's over, I swear.

No more.

No more.

Agh! Hand to God, it's true.

God doesn't want your hand.

He knows where it's been.

So why the wait?

I mean, I set 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.

How'd it go?

Yeah. Good. Groovy.

Hey!

One word about this,

ever, to anyone,

and no-one ever sees you again.

Do you understand me?

Yeah.

Do you understand me?

Yes.

You've pissed yourself.

I know.

Get out before

you ruin my upholstery.

Morning, Dad.

Morning, sunshine.

What?

What?

Seriously, what have I done?

Nothing!

No, it's just that

I wanted to ask you a favour.

Is it about cleaning my room

or something?

No!

Look, er, 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?

No sign of a body?

Nothing. No body. No eyewitnesses.

No CCTV.

Dog walkers? Joggers?

Nothing.

Are you all right, George?

What's up?

OK, 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!

Has everyone got everything?

Naomi,

you've got violin practice today.

Good. Claire, you've got to remember

that permission slip.

What permission slip?

The 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!

Where was it?!

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.

What she's got

is an incomplete education.

What's your excuse?

Coming!

Come on!

You're done. Get a move on!

Grace Morrigan?

Detective Chief

Superintendent Roland Bell.

We have a warrant to search

these premises.

I'm sorry? For what?

May we step inside, please?

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 going to

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 going

to be from now on.

You will never hurt anyone again,

ever, for any reason.

Do you understand that?

Yes, Mum.

OK, good.

Now, rest and get better, all right?

All right, Keith.

The honour's yours. Nick her.

Shall 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 tea-time, OK?

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.

OK. Will do.

I love you.

I love you, too.

They'll be here pretty soon.

Yeah.

Are you ready for what comes next?

She tried to kill my son.

Of course I'm ready.

Trish Leabourne. Benjamin Willis.

Sarah Brooks.

Liam McIlveney. Kamal Babra.

And now...

Moira Gallagher.

Six suicides in just over

seven weeks -

different ages, genders, races,

from different

parts of the South East.

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.

No? How come?

Because I've spoken to him.

Wait...

Where?

On a message board.

What kind of message board?

A suicide message board.

Well, how long have

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+1F728.

It's used in computer programming.

Unicode. Denoting this symbol...

What is that? Sniper's scope?

What is that? Sniper's scope?

Some sort of Nazi thing?

Yeah, both. Neither.

It's an alchemical symbol.

Sonnenkreuz.

The Sun Cross.

It's the solar calendar -

the sun dies in midwinter,

gets reborn in spring.

So, yeah. Fascism. Neopaganism.

"Hard Sun".

Yeah, OK.

OK.

Yeah, I think you're right.

I think you've got something here.

Hey, what's going on?

That woman we just brought in.

It looks like it was her.

Her that what?

Killed DCI Butler.

BELL:

Can I get you anything?

Tea? Coffee? Water?

Boss, boss, have you got a minute?

30 seconds.

Listen.

I know you spent a lot of time

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?

What now?

I know it's a big day,

but she's not going anywhere

for two minutes, is she?

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.

Do 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.

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.

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, er, you work

for the government.

You're a civil servant

in the Ministry of Defence.

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, er...

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 got to be

very compromising.

I wonder if you can tell me

what this is.

Do you need some reading glasses

or something?

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.

Ah, 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...

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.

OVER SPEAKER: Well, I've got to say,

I wish I had your discipline.

OVER SPEAKER: 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...

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,

cos, well, he's paranoid.

He knows who you work for.

He's got a right to be paranoid.

Because you kill him for it.

So what are your bosses going to do

when they find out about this?

What happens to a dirty spy who

can't be trusted to keep a secret?

You see, right now, here,

you're safe.

But sooner or later, someone...

..is going to call

Security Services.

Now, the number's

publicly available.

It's easily done.

Five minutes after that,

they take you away

and they make you disappear.

Gun to the base of the skull.

Now, they hate to be embarrassed,

the 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 ten 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...

All right, you have to know,

there was no doubt here.

You know 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.

We've got an issue.

What kind of issue?

George.

We need to find him before he does

something stupid.

Stupider.

I've tried everything.

We're not going to find him

if he doesn't want to 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.

Nah. 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?

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.

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.

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?

Are you ready?

Do you believe it?

The stories about the sun?

I don't.

The sun is life.

You can actually feel it.

Can I ask you a question?

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?

Nah.

Herbie?

No, we're too late.

The car's here. No sign of George.

Boss.

Oh, shit.

Go!

The car is registered

to a Herbert West...

..but he died four years ago.

Right, what's the dead man's

last known address?

Borely House, listed as abandoned,

last used by some religious commune.

I'll send you the details.

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.

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, 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.

All right, listen,

look, if we can talk...

Gah!

Mari?

Yeah.

She pissed off?

Yeah.

Cos she thinks you didn't

kill her husband.

Yeah.

Mate, it's always the way.

The place looks deserted.

Wait.

All right. Shit.

What is that?

Moira?

Are you all right?

What happened?

Is she drugged?

It's not that.

I don't think it's that.

Shit! Elaine!

Wait, it's them.

They're here.

They're all here!

How many victims were there?

Six.

There's seven in the room.

There must be another way!

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.

You're going to 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.

I'm really going to miss it.

No!

No!

Oh...

You are just...

..horrible.

I'd like a moment with the suspect.

Please.

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.

RENKO:

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.

Mm?

Mm.

They found her.

Lucky old you.

You're not listening.

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.

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.

Listen, I can't talk right now,

sunshine.

I'm not your sunshine.

Hailey? Are 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... What have I done?

You know what! You liar!

All right, listen,

put your mum on the phone.

I hope you die!

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!

Shit...

Boss!

Boss? What are you doing?

We'll discuss this later.

No. We'll discuss this now.

Stand aside, DCI Hicks.

Look, she killed Alex!

You're going to let her go?

I think we all know who

killed Alex, Charlie.

I told you to say nothing.

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?

Boss!

You need to stop.

No...

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.

Officer down,

we need assistance now!

All right, Grace.

That's enough.

So, what's the plan now?

This is the plan.

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.

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?

Can I... Can I... Can I...

Please, can I have a moment?

Oh, not yet...

I thought we had more time.

Yeah, well, we always do.

They lied to me, Charlie.

They lied.

It's already here.

Daniel...

I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.