Bermondsey Boy New Tricks

# It's all right It's OK

# Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey

# It's all right I say it's OK

# Listen to what I say

# It's all right, doing fine

# Doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine

# It's all right I say it's OK

# We're gettin' to the end of the day. #

CHURCH BELL RINGS

-Don't forget the rings.

-I won't.

-Do please try to be on time.

-Yes.

-I'll try, yes.

Every blessing and we look forward to seeing you in a couple of weeks.

-Thank you very much.

-God bless.

Venue sorted, flowers sorted, dress sorted.

-Team Awesome is on a roll!

-Just the prenup to draft now.

Solicitor's joke, Gerry.

-Call him "Dad".

-Mr Standing'll do fine.

After the wedding? Few weeks after?

-When the baby's born?

-Eh?!

-Behave!

-But as soon as Cait's respectable,

-we're going to have a thorough go at it.

-Oh...

-Sorry Mr...

-Gerry.

-Mr Gerry.

Yeah, well, I'll see you later, love.

You will not. You're coming for lunch. My treat.

You're treating me? Blimey, that's a first!

It was Robin's idea.

Well, I've only got time for one course.

I need a quick confab.

-"Mr Standing"? What was that?

-I hardly know the bloke.

He's trying his bloody heart out here. Why can't you?

There's no need to swear.

I'm your daughter - swearing's part of the job description.

Dad was just saying how much he's looking forward to this,

-weren't you, Dad?

-GERRY GRUNTS

Thank you.

Say when, Gerry.

Say when.

Please, say when.

When, sweetheart, when.

Cait tells me you grew up round here, Gerry?

That's right.

Rough corners.

Rough what?

Street...corners.

This is Bermondsey, not Baltimore.

Erm, Robin's doing the conveyancing

for those new flats down Ruskin Walk.

Technically, they're apartments not...

flats.

Why don't you tell Dad all about it over the next course?

-What about almond and dill?

-Lovely.

Actually, sweetheart, I've got to go.

-Cheers, Gerry.

-Well, what's so important?

I told you only one course.

I'll ring you, sweetheart.

I'm just out of Brixton after eight years and all I get's the look?

What do you expect, a hug?

How about a firm handshake...for an old friend?

-How'd you find me?

-Asked around.

Could've said hello earlier, but you was...

Well, I didn't want to interrupt.

You'd have been doing me a favour, as it happens.

-Didn't that place used to be a karzy?

-Yeah.

GERRY CHUCKLES

Yeah. Lot of things have changed around here.

Not everything, I hope.

Can I buy you a pint?

I need your help, Gerry.

I should have stuck with that apprenticeship with your old man

all those years ago.

He gave me a chance.

He gave you my bed.

Yeah, you was on the floor for six months!

Yeah!

-Nah, we weren't cut out to be butchers.

-Nah.

Here, do you remember when you tried to butterfly that leg of lamb?

Oh, yeah, made all them women faint.

Yeah, and the old man gave me a clip round the ear!

Yeah, but you found your trade in the end, though, didn't you?

Nicking people.

And you found yours.

Listen, how many more of these is it going to take

before you tell me what this is all about?

-Remember my daughter - Carol?

-Yeah, yeah.

-Her youngest - Jake.

-Oh!

Blimey.

I'm sorry, mate, I didn't know.

Never reckoned on someone from my family

making university, did you?

I killed him.

Is this a confession?

I mean, I might as well have killed him.

That was no student prank.

I'd done this job a few years before.

Nicked stuff, hid it in the top of Southwark Towers.

Then I got pinched before I could get it out again.

Then I heard they was knocking them down.

So you sent him up there?

To his death.

But he wasn't alone that night.

-Someone followed him.

-Who?

Wayne Pelham.

The guy I did the job with.

He knew the stuff was in the building. Just didn't know where.

Why didn't you say something about all this before?

Believe me, I tried. Screws. Even the bloody chaplain.

Who's going to listen to an old lag like me?

This, Gerry, is screwing me up.

It's whittling me down.

If I don't find out the truth soon

-it'll have my bones.

-Oh, don't go on.

Jake would've done anything for his grandad.

Now his grandad must do this for him.

What do you want from me, Ralph?

Take another look, will you?

Hold on, hold on. I don't know if I can, mate.

If you don't do it for me, do it for Sarah.

This is what you did with your weekend?

You went on a training course?

A qualitative learning experience.

And an exhilarating one at that. The FBI use the same techniques.

Oh, yeah?

-What techniques?

-Speed reading body language.

80% of communication is involuntary and non verbal.

Oooooh!

Yes, well, from Gerry's expression any investigator could instantly

tell they're dealing with someone whose mind is closed to new ideas.

-Take your eyebrows.

-What?

They're the defining feature of your face

and already they've betrayed you.

-What are you talking about?

-The second I mention

the slightest thing about your appearance, you react.

-You're threatened, insecure.

-Ridiculous.

One thing I know is that he is not insecure.

-And my mind's not closed to new ideas.

-That's two things.

SIREN WAILS

Sash? Excuse me.

Sash, I spoke to our son last night.

Yeah, Alex said he was going to contact you.

Did he tell you about his new girlfriend?

Chloe? Seems like a sweetheart.

-I did the lecture about...

-Yeah, he knows.

So, are UCOS behaving themselves?

Sometimes. How about you?

Busy with this new police accountability initiative

for the commissioner. Diligence, resilience...

Integrity?

You've seen the leaflets.

And the posters. Must be difficult peddling all that political crap.

I wrote all that political crap.

Why are you talking like one of them?

Scary answer?

I am one of them.

"Diligence, resilience, integrity"?

New initiative of the commissioner's. Morning, boss.

-Morning.

-Morning.

-What a load of old bollocks!

I know for a fact that the guy who came up with it is

desperate for honest feedback.

Well, I'll be happy to put it in writing for him.

He'd really appreciate that.

Actually, guv, can I have a word?

Give us half that bacon roll and you can have two.

We robbed the bookies in 2005.

Blagged a few grand from the tills.

Then we found the jewellery in the safe.

Didn't know what to do with it.

I thought it might be a little pension fund or something, you know?

I had a cleaning job in the towers so I told Pelham

I'd hide the stuff in there while we was looking for a buyer.

But you were arrested before you found one?

Next day. The old boy who owns the bookies,

oh, he tells the coppers all about the money, all right.

But be fails to mention anything about the jewellery.

Then Southwark Towers was demolished to make way for the Shard.

2008.

-While I was still inside.

-And Pelham wasn't.

No.

I should never have involved Jake.

Pelham must've followed him up there.

I don't mean to sound unhelpful, Mr Paxton,

but it's not a huge amount to go on.

Really?

Well, the only people who knew the stuff was in the building

was me, Jake and Pelham.

I've been looking for that bastard,

but he's vanished from the face of the Earth.

No name, no address, nothing.

So, you ask yourself, DCI Miller, why did he do that?

What do you reckon?

Well, it's a new explanation for why Jake

was at the top of the building at that time of night.

We can run traces for Pelham. Talk to the family.

But what I'm most interested in is what YOU reckon?

We were mates. Many, many years ago.

-He went one way. You went the other?

-Yeah. Something like that.

What about his ex-wife? Sarah?

Oh, Gerry.

You know, in my experience, it's best to keep the personal

-and the professional apart.

-Yeah, I hear what you're saying.

What do I know? I've just run into my ex-husband.

Gerry!

Nearly gave me a heart attack.

Sorry, Sarah.

Thought I had a stalker out here or something.

Should've phoned the police.

Last time I did that I ended up going out with one of them.

Didn't end well.

Didn't start too badly though, did it?

Look, can I come in?

Yeah, yeah.

How's those girls of yours?

Yeah, good, good.

The youngest, Caitlin, she's just about to tie the knot.

What's he like, her husband? Good man?

He's not her husband yet.

You sound just like my dad. Remember?

Yeah, he said a police constable wasn't good enough for his daughter.

And then I ended up with Ralph.

Dad should've counted his blessings.

Maybe you should too.

Sugar?

Yeah, yeah.

Has Ralph been to see you?

You know he has.

He thinks that Wayne Pelham had something to do with

what happened to Jake.

He's been going on about that for years.

It's all he's got now.

What about your other grandson?

Archie? He doesn't have any time for Ralph. Neither should you.

Yeah, but Ralph said you needed this.

Is that why you've taken it on?

Wouldn't it make things better?

To know what actually happened to Jake?

He'll still be gone, won't he?

I always thought I'd look out of this window one day

and see something he designed.

Maybe a hotel, school.

But there's just that.

His headstone.

-Fantastic. 40?

-40?!

-Oh.

-How about a tenner?

-Tenner, tenner, yeah?

All right. Awesome. Fantastic.

Very nice. Thank you very much, sir. Cheers.

Interested in the X40, are you?

-Not at that price.

-It's well priced actually.

It's 30% cheaper down the road. With a case.

That's cos they're just some big corporate, isn't it?

Here, you get the service.

And what does that consist of?

My expertise.

Go on, then.

Devastate me.

You like a bit of poke, right?

The 12GHz dual processor?

Well, if I was remotely interested in poke,

I'd have gone for the 25 Acceleron.

-So it's the ten-megapixel camera...

-Five megapixel.

The screen then? Four inch.

-3.8 inch.

-I was rounding it up. Are you one of them mystery shoppers?

I'm Danny Griffin from the Unsolved Crime and Open Cases Squad.

They know you've escaped?

Never heard of Wayne Pelham.

He was your grandfather's partner.

Him?

-That old bastard's nothing to me, mate.

-Why?

Jailbird, isn't he? Loser.

You were arrested a few times yourself, weren't you?

-When you were younger?

-Look, I got a job now.

So have I.

Used to rob people. Wallets. Phones.

In a way, a kind of training for what you do now?

Only targeting commuters.

That's why I feel so tingly.

The aura given off by your high principles.

I'm not proud of it. But I did my little bit of time.

Put it all behind me. Years ago.

People pull themselves out of the gutter all the time.

Did you come here to ask about Jake or me?

Both. Must've been difficult, having a younger brother like Jake.

Studying architecture.

On his way to a successful career. And then there's you doing...this.

I'm making something of myself, yeah?

Two years' time, I'll have a shop

with my name over the door.

Do you miss your brother, Archie?

What?

When you were very young, you were mostly separated. Foster care.

Hostels. I imagine you didn't come together very often.

Do you miss him?

What kind of a question's that?

One you've already answered.

I wouldn't wipe my grandmother's sorry, wrinkly, old arse

on that essay if she was dying from dysentery, begging me for relief,

and it was the only piece of paper left on the entire planet!

-But, Mr Culley...

-I don't care if it's a third draft!

Mr Culley?

They told me the police were here to see me but, if I may say so,

that meagre description really doesn't do you any kind of justice.

-Hello there.

-Oh. A silver chaperone.

They keep putting these bastard things in here.

Mr Culley, you were Jake Paxton's tutor at the time of his death.

You gave a statement six years ago?

Yes, no-one here was more devastated to lose James.

Jake.

Him too.

You were asked about Southwark Towers,

what Jake might have been doing up there?

-Do you mind if I...?

-Yes.

Oh. You look after yourself. I admire that. It impresses me.

In your statement you mentioned something about "urbex"?

Urban exploration. All the kids do it.

Breaking into abandoned or unusual buildings.

Aldwych Tube Station's very popular, for example.

Sort of freshers' rite of passage.

Southwark Towers was being demolished.

Time running out. I dare say Jake saw it as a trophy.

Did Jake have contact with anybody unusual around that time?

He was a student.

They're all unusual, if you ask me.

You were accused of taking bribes a few years ago.

HE SIGHS

You were doing so well with me.

I was fully acquitted.

Embarrassing though?

Not at all. I consult for the City of London Corporation.

There was an extremely lewd allegation by a misinformed

individual that I'd been taking cash from developers.

So the allegation was untrue?

Obviously.

Out of interest,

what time do you knock off with the policing?

All right, Daniel. Listen, put the kettle on for us, will you?

-God, did you see that football?

-Gerry.

-What?

How the bloody hell did you get in here?

Well, I am a solicitor.

Oh, yeah. Slither under the door, did you?

I was hoping we could talk.

Yeah, well, now's not a good time.

It's just that Cait was a little upset yesterday.

Why? What have you done to her?

Me? No! It was after you left actually. Well, because you left.

Really, the way you left.

Yeah, well, like I said, now's not a good time.

When would be a good time, then, in your busy schedule?

Come here, you.

You want to marry my daughter yet you don't even

think of asking my permission?

Would you have said yes?

I don't know. I don't know anything about you.

Who you are, where you're from, nothing.

Basingstoke!

I rest my case.

Look, Mr Standing,

if you want to know about me, ask me anything you like and I'll tell you.

Where I went to school, my mother's maiden name,

what I had for bloody breakfast this morning.

It was grapefruit, by the way.

But you can't keep behaving like this.

Any word on Wayne Pelham?

He's not on the Electoral Register.

Still waiting on the Deed Poll for name changes. What's all this?

Jake's coursework.

"Designing Out Crime"?

Where's Gerry?

Ah.

Danny, in the last six months I've worked out that you

do a good "ah" and a bad "ah".

That was a bad "ah".

And how did that relationship end?

It just petered out with Francesca.

One of those things.

One of those things! I bet Francesca doesn't see it that way.

She's fine...now.

-She's a practising obstetrician.

-Oh, yeah?

And how much of that is down to the emotional damage caused by you?

Look, Gerry, I really do have to go soon.

But, Robin, we're just getting to know each other.

How about these parking tickets?

What did you say? Six in two months?

They have a very aggressive enforcement regime

in that part of town.

Still shows a blatant lack of respect for the law.

Robin, DCI Miller. Sorry about this.

OK, hug it out.

Eh?

You heard me. Hug it out.

HE GROWLS

Archie Paxton is hiding something.

When I asked him about Wayne Pelham,

it triggered two micro-reactions

that are synonymous with deception...

Never heard of Wayne Pelham. HE SNIFFS

He was your grandfather's partner.

'Nostril flare

'and muscular tremble in the wrist.'

So he's got a slight cold and he plays with himself too much.

Archie knows something about what went on down there.

And doesn't want to share it.

Look, this stuff could mean anything.

All right, if we accept that when somebody scratches their nose,

they could be hiding something, right,

it still doesn't make him a murderer.

I'm simply applying tried and tested FBI techniques.

All right, Agent Griffin, speed read this.

HE SNORTS PHONE RINGS

What does that tell you?

That you need more fibre in your diet

and that I was right about your narrow mindedness.

Hugging out time again, Gerry?

Put them back in your pocket.

They've found Wayne Pelham.

POSH ACCENT: It's refreshing to find somebody

with such an eye for the authentic.

-Shall we wrap this for you?

-Thank you.

-Thanks, Chloe.

An impressive re-invention, Mr Pelham.

Can I help? If it's about the loyalty card scheme,

you'll need to speak to Chloe over there.

Very popular with the Chelsea mums.

This mum's from Basildon.

And she's re-investigating

the murder of Ralph Paxton's grandson, Jake.

You're doing very well for yourself.

HE DROPS ACCENT: Thames gobs most of this shit up.

All I do's scrape off a bit of muck and stick on a couple of noughts.

We're in the wrong business.

Amazes me sometimes.

They shell out three quarters of a mil for an 'alf-bedroom flat

then glue a bit of crusty old rope on the walls.

After Jake Paxton died, you seem to have disappeared off the map.

Leaving the area, changing your name.

I call myself Sebastian Pembroke cos these sorts'd never

trust a bloke called Wayne.

Mr Paxton alleges that you killed his grandson

-because of jewellery hidden in Southwark Towers?

-What?

The stuff that you nicked when you did over the bookies.

All we got away with was a few grand out the tills.

And we both did our time for that.

So Mr Paxton's lying?

Look,

they caught me first after we did the job

so I gave them Paxton's name to get a shorter sentence.

That's why he's telling you all this.

Also why you were free at the time of Jake's death.

Your maths ain't very good, is it?

Cos you're putting two and two together

and making trouble where there doesn't need to be any.

POSH ACCENT: Now, if you'll excuse me,

Mr Pembroke has customers to attend to.

Listen, Ralph, are you sure Archie didn't know about the jewellery?

If he did, it didn't come from me.

I was never close to him.

Wish I had been.

What about Archie and Jake?

Were they close?

You don't reckon...

No, Gerry. That boy has no spite in him.

Not an ounce.

Might be doing better for himself if there was.

No, his only problem is he can't crawl out

from under his grandma's skirts.

She must have got a lovely surprise, finding you on her doorstep.

What did she say?

Was she pleased to see you?

Did her little eyes light up?

We found Pelham.

He's got a shop in Fulham.

-And?

-No and. Not yet.

But my guv'nor doesn't like him very much.

-What did he tell her?

-I can't say.

-Gerry.

-No, no, I've said too much already.

Who am I talking to here?

The bloke who's doing you a favour.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, we'll keep at it for you.

No. For Jake.

All right, for both of you.

That's all we can ask.

So, we're not believing Pelham?

-We're not believing anybody right now.

-Cheers, mate.

I took the opportunity to read Jake's dissertation earlier.

-Which way round do I hold this thing?

-The other way.

It's all about crime prevention through design

change in the built environment.

Been on a learning experience on that one too, have you, Danny?

Two. Why?

You can't stop crime by changing buildings.

Right, what did we say, 20 quid, Steve?

Make it 30 if you want.

Actually you can. It's all about prevention rather than punishment.

You see, you take an abandoned, unlit area, you know,

where drug dealers congregate, and you light it up.

You put in facilities. This draws in the community.

And drives out the dealers.

Jake had some very interesting thoughts

on how to make your old stomping ground a lot safer.

So what you're about to do is what we call "breaking off".

Right, so, you make sure you get a good angle on your elbow,

that's good. And just...

-Oh, that's very...

-Yes!

Yes, like that. That's very good, yes.

There's a shot!

I'd almost say that's quite...promising.

Er, Gerry.

Hello, sweetheart.

Oi. Oi. Get you a drink?

Depends on whether you want it tipped over your head.

Eh?

I've been trying to ring you all day!

Yeah, well, I've had a busy one.

So I heard. What the bloody hell were you playing at, Dad?

The state of Robin's nerves when he got back.

Bad, were they? I mean, were they bad?

He wants to be friends with you. Is that so wrong?

It's a historic thing.

Solicitors and coppers are like cats and dogs.

They never get on.

Well, if you can't make this right, Dad,

then I don't want you at the wedding.

But I'm giving you away.

No, Dad. You're throwing me away.

Hug?

Thank you, Steve. Who's next?

Yeah, give us that.

Danny,

I'll have that hug.

RUSTLING

Who's there?

Who's there?

Found you, "Sebastian".

KEYPAD BEEPS

I don't want no trouble, Ralph!

You should've thought about that a long time ago.

You should've thought about that before you killed my grandson.

HE GROANS

And before you took what's mine!

HE GRUNTS AND GROANS

Where I'm from, Gerry, mates don't betray you.

I'm going to rip his sodding arms out of their sockets!

Yeah, they don't do that either.

So you're saying you don't know where he is.

I'm afraid the Probation Service

isn't keeping Mr Paxton under supervision.

Don't give us all that bollocks.

Why are you speaking to me like I'm one of them?

-My colleague's just...upset, Mr Fawson.

-Never have guessed.

Mr Paxton's only just been released from Brixton.

Shouldn't there have been some kind of supervision order in place?

The Parole Board didn't consider him to be a risk.

So we're not the only ones who've buggered up.

His file. You shouldn't be too hard on yourself.

In my view, Ralph Paxton is a particularly

evasive form of the species.

Glacial.

Unpredictable.

So you wouldn't have released him?

If it was down to me alone, I don't know if I'd let half the prisoners

out who get released these days. But we're being privatised.

We just don't have the resources to keep track of them all.

Listen, mate, it's important that we find him. He must've said something.

Well, from the sound of it,

you should have a better idea of his whereabouts than me.

Yeah, but we've run out of gutters.

The backstabbing little shyster knows exactly where I'd look.

Can you think of anything? Anything at all?

Doesn't matter how small.

-There's his ex-wife. And I believe he has another grandson.

-Yeah.

-Seem to recall he had a bedsit in Rotherhithe.

-Yeah.

I think he might have said something about a lock-up

down Chambers Wharf.

Of course, there's the hostel address he left with the prison

but I imagine you've already checked that.

You lost track of Ralph?

We thought we should warn you, and your grandson, of course, Archie.

-I'll let him know.

-Listen, if Ralph gets in touch, you phone me.

Understand?

I'm so sorry, Gerry. You were only trying to help him.

-He was trying to help you.

-I didn't ask him to.

What's that supposed to mean?

-It doesn't matter.

-No, it does matter.

Gerry's put himself out for you.

And I'm very grateful.

Grateful? Is that all you can say?

Are you not in the least bit curious about where all this takes us?

This is your grandson we're talking about.

Or is it that you're worried what we'll find?

Hey, hey, take it easy, guv'nor.

Answer the question, Sarah.

Of course I'm curious.

We'll be in touch.

You don't honestly think Sarah's involved?

Did I say that? I just think we should look at her more objectively.

I told you I had nothing to do with that boy's death.

Paxton just wanted to get back at me for grassing him up.

Interesting that he stopped short of killing you, though.

-What did you tell him?

-Piss off. I'm not helping you.

Mr Griffin.

Look at this.

"Potential Periorbital Ecchymosis."

Really?

It's a symptom of a basal skull fracture.

-You think it's a complication from the original injury.

-Well, yeah.

Bloody NHS cuts. They haven't even given him a CAT scan.

-Look at the state of his BP this morning.

-Wow.

What?

-I wouldn't like to speculate but...

-Do I need a scan?

-In my opinion, immediately.

-Yeah.

Then tell somebody.

Oh, we will, but you're going to talk to us first.

Nurse? Nurse?

Dr Griffin, could you get the door, please?

Be a pleasure, Dr McAndrew.

You said I needed a scan.

DOOR SHUTS HEAVILY

Nurse? Someone!

All right!

We did find jewellery in that safe

but I swear I never saw it again after Paxton hid it!

So where is it?

I think I'm getting double vision here.

-Where?

-I feel faint.

-Fancy a cup of coffee, Danny?

-Earl Grey would be lovely.

There's a machine just down the corridor here.

I'll tell you, I'll tell you. But first you've get me to the CT room!

It's a black market forum I use to shift some of my more exotic stuff.

What kind of forum?

Very hidden. Exclusive. Secure log-ins and all that.

One night, I recognised one of the pieces on it.

Did you tell Paxton this?

Yeah.

This isn't the CT room!

They scanned you while you were unconscious. You're clear.

Which means, by the way,

you're well enough for a wee day trip out of here.

What?

Sash? A word please?

We're going to look at this objectively, too?

Be good to talk alone.

-Yeah, yeah, I'll make myself scarce.

-You'll stay right where you are.

OK. You've got a man in hospital,

-another on the run.

-What are you saying?

We've totally and utterly screwed it up?

-Keep it down.

-Why? What are you worried about?

That someone might find out that your ex-wife,

the mother of your children, has taken this one out for a walk,

wined it, dined it and royally bollocksed it up?

You are going to need someone in your corner.

I've got someone.

-Well done, guv.

-Shut up, Gerry.

Ah, glad to see you're feeling better, Mr Pelham.

They kidnapped me!

-We did not.

-Well, we did a little bit.

How do you kidnap someone a little bit?

Is he still wearing his slippers?

They made me think I was going to die!

Conspiracy to pervert the course of justice. Remember?

Like I was saying,

this is the online equivalent of the Old Bermondsey Market.

Only known to a few dealers,

and buyers with a lot of readies.

Here we are.

I don't know who this User 381 is

but they sold one of the pieces that we pinched.

A jewel sculpted to look like a ship with a woman

standing on the bough.

Boss, it's called The Tempest Jewel.

Thought to have been gifted to King Henry by his mistress, Anne Boleyn.

16th century. It's encrusted with gemstones.

And a large diamond.

She did all right for a bit on the side, didn't she?

She got her head cut off.

Yeah, but before then.

After Anne Boleyn's death, it was lost

until it resurfaced in a cache of Tudor and Elizabethan jewellery

known as the Bermondsey Hoard.

That's what you and Paxton stole from the bookies?

We didn't know it at the time.

Technically it was all the property of the Crown

but the Victorian builders who discovered it sold it onto

a Southwark fence who died shortly after.

Since then, it's been lost through history,

surrounded by myth and murder.

-There's blood in them stones.

-Yeah, Jake Paxton's blood.

We need to find this User 381.

Check the finances of everybody connected to the case.

See if there's any money going into their accounts

-they don't want to explain.

-OK.

-What about me?

-What about you?

Thanks, babe. Can't wait to read it.

Close the door on your way out, yeah?

Do you want to read OUR essay now?

If you're going to show me spurious nonsense like this,

at least make it new.

This report shows you've had a high number of suspicious activity

alerts on your bank accounts.

One or two, down the years.

Especially the years after Jake Paxton was murdered.

You know, I was seriously considering asking you out.

I think I'll learn to love again.

So where did all this money come from?

I've been selling pieces of my late mother's furniture.

It takes a lot of time to find a buyer who's prepared

-to pay the right price.

-Can you produce evidence?

No.

-Is this going to be a problem?

-We'll see ourselves out.

-'Danny?'

-User 381's just sold another two items

from the Bermondsey Hoard.

'Do you reckon your boyfriend's panic selling?'

You've got a boyfriend?

Where's the exchange happening?

Near Tower Bridge in two hours.

'I'll send you the map reference.'

The buyer was instructed to meet User 381 over there.

I've selected this vantage point

because we can scope both approaches.

"Scope"? What exactly did you do in the Diplomatic Service, Danny?

Wind speed's in our favour.

Harnessed with the element of surprise,

we should be able to get to them before they can escape.

Well, you've certainly grassy-knolled this one all the way, haven't you?

I don't like surprises if that's what you mean.

What about birthdays?

I give Holly a list.

Culley's left the University. He's walking towards the river.

Got it.

-HE GROANS

-What's the matter?

Caitlin still hasn't answered.

Has she resigned from her post of daughter?

I'll text her again and offer a pay rise.

Do you reckon the jewellery is in that bag?

Must be.

Culley's heading towards Tower Bridge

on the south side of the river.

Don't use the target's name.

'What am I supposed to call him?'

The Octopus.

The Octopus?!

'Well, if someone overhears...'

They're going to be a lot more suspicious

if they hear about an octopus walking down the bleeding road.

Well, what do you suggest, Bravo 4?

Yeah, that's better.

No, you're Bravo 4.

Why can't I be Bravo 1?

Because I'm Bravo 1.

Well, who said you get to choose the Bravos?

Can you shut up, please? We're coming up to Tower Bridge.

This could be our buyer.

He's about the right type.

Got anything?

Someone's approaching the buyer.

Looks like you've been dumped, guv'nor.

What's going on, Danny?

It's Archie. Archie's the seller!

'Well, grab him!'

-There's someone else.

-'Who?'

Archie! You're the one who stitched me! My own blood!

Paxton!

-You stay there. Stay there!

-Shit, shit!

Paxton!

Shit.

Look, mate, I don't want to hurt you.

I don't want to hurt you either.

Like that's going to happen. They your strangling mitts?

-They reduce the risk of injury...

-I'll make it quick.

-..for you.

HE GROWLS

Come with me quietly

and you'll avoid considerable pain and embarrassment.

Can you believe this guy?

-That's right.

-ARCHIE GROANS

I'm bad.

You know what this looks like, don't you, Archie?

Yeah.

Like I'm at a Pet Shop Boys concert that only sold one ticket.

It looks like you helped Jake move your grandfather's jewels.

Or you found out about them.

You should be the singing one.

And then you killed him.

You're on keyboards.

What did you do with all the money you made from selling the jewels?

Don't know.

Maybe I spent it.

Not on anything we've been able to find.

You don't even have a decent car to show for it.

But we will find it, Archie,

and when we do we'll get a Court Order under

the Proceeds of Crime Act.

In addition to receiving stolen goods,

-perverting the course of justice...

-And murdering your brother.

..your CV will certainly stand out in a crowd.

I am not what you think I am.

Your brother died because of this.

You answer me one simple question - was it worth it?

Why don't you think of your grandma?

Don't bring her into this.

Doesn't she deserve to know the truth?

The truth?

All right.

Six years ago, I get a letter from my grandad

when he's still in the nick.

Does he want to know what I'm doing? What my girlfriend's like?

No. He tells me about this jewellery he's hidden.

-This was just before Southwark Towers came down?

-Yeah.

So he asked you to get it for him?

That's right. The other criminal in the family.

Thought I'd say yes, didn't he?

But you didn't.

He should have wanted what was best for me.

So you turned him down and he went to Jake.

I told Jake to stay out of it

but he said he could do something with all that stuff.

What exactly?

Something good.

That's all he said?

He was never going to let that old bastard near it again.

-I can tell you that.

-So how come you ended up with it?

After Jake fell, I went to see if it was still there.

-And you took it.

-Either that or some builder would've found it.

If you're asking us to believe this you're going to have to tell us

-what you've done with all the money you made.

-Yes,

it might make us more inclined to trust you.

Come on, Archie. We're trying to help your family here.

My brother fell to his death.

Nobody pushed him.

Nobody was there that night.

But the minute my grandad got him involved, there was

always going to be blood on his hands.

PHONE RINGS

Want to help my family? Why don't you find him?

Put him away.

Permanently this time.

First, tell us what you've done with the money.

You all right?

Is he still here?

I'm sorry.

I need your help, Gerry.

I gave it to you and you spat it in my face!

I won't go back inside!

-You belong inside!

-Gerry.

Oh, yeah, you regretted it, didn't you?

Slumming it with me when you could've been with him?

Might have been better the other way. A copper's wife.

Shut it, Ralph.

Lot of pain could've been avoided.

-Jake for a start.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa! That's not going to help anything.

You betrayed that boy!

-Don't you say that.

-You said you wanted justice.

You can't live off justice for the next 20 years.

Might be able to live with yourself.

What's that taste like, Gerry?

Making your living from other people's misery.

You tell me.

I never had a chance, did I? Not coming from round here.

You had exactly the same chance I did.

And you had Sarah.

And your grandsons. You even turned them against one another!

-No, Gerry.

-I'm sorry if you don't want to hear this.

-No, no!

If you're thinking that Archie had anything to do with Jake's death.

No, it's impossible, he was here that night! He couldn't have!

Why hasn't he told us that?

I don't know, but if you'd seen them together,

you'd know it was impossible.

Tell him, Ralph.

If you can't do anything else for those boys, do this.

It's true, Gerry.

Archie might be a treacherous little shit

but he would never have hurt Jake.

That's the last thing he needs, a character reference from you.

I know.

I spent a lot of time with them when they was younger.

Oh, yeah? What did you do?

Drag them round whilst you were robbing houses

and beating people up?

Let them play in your lock-up, did you, like a second-rate Fagin?

-My what?

-Your lock-up. Chambers Wharf.

How'd you know about that place?

Your parole officer told us.

-Fawson?

-Yeah.

-I never told him nothing about that lock-up.

-You must have.

-When? We hardly spoke.

The bastard only stamped my paperwork every time

they refused my parole.

My letters.

Mr Fawson, thank you for seeing us so late.

I hope you don't mind, this is my colleague Danny Griffin.

Not at all. It's good to meet

someone who's out there fighting the fight.

We wanted to tell you that Mr Paxton's turned himself in.

You could have phoned.

We wanted to see you.

We also have a suspect in custody

for the murder of Mr Paxton's grandson, Jake.

You seem relieved.

Of course, they are merely a suspect.

We do have other lines of inquiry.

But now you're tense again.

What is this?

Earlier you described prisoners as, what was it?

A species. Why use that word?

A species suggests something lesser, doesn't it?

Something inferior.

When I first started out, I signed the release papers for this kid

who'd just done three years for assault.

Everything about his behaviour suggested it was safe to do so.

But two days later

he murdered an innocent girl.

So you're saying all prisoners are liable to reoffend?

I'm saying they're different to the rest of us.

Your job? That's easy. You prove their guilt, you put them away.

I'm the one who has to decide if they're ready for the world again.

And you can never really know what's going on inside

somebody's head, can you? Whether they've really changed.

-I don't believe so, no.

-So you need as much insight, as much

information about their state of mind as possible.

Of course, to make the best decision.

Like their personal correspondence, for example.

I'm not a prison officer. It would be inappropriate.

Even so, after that early shock of your career,

it'd be understandable if you wanted to take extra care.

Perhaps you started with the best intentions...

Then it became a habit.

And as you intruded further and further into the privacy

of this "species" it became part of the job.

You were reading Mr Paxton's mail, weren't you?

And I'm guessing that mail was written in code.

And once you'd cracked that code,

you stumbled upon the secret of Southwark Towers, didn't you?

You cannot prove a word of this.

I can get a warrant to search your home.

Those letters are still there,

aren't they, Brian?

You know how many prisoners do a stretch for a robbery only

to end up with the proceeds anyway? They all do it.

Hide the money they stole. Serve their time.

And you thought, "Why not me for a change?"

But Jake Paxton got in the way?

I wasn't going to hurt the kid.

I was going to cut him a deal.

But that building, it was unstable.

They'd taken half the floors out.

I followed him up to the 25th.

But he spotted me, panicked.

HE SOBS

And he fell...

and he died...

and you ran.

I'm not one of them.

I'm not. I'm not one of them.

Archie!

What's going on, Gerry? Archie's in the clear, isn't he?

Can we come in?

Sarah, when we spoke before, you were surprisingly reticent.

But I realised you wouldn't speak to me for the same reason

Archie wouldn't tell us what he'd done with all that money.

Grandma.

In 2008, that was a desolate space.

A brownfield site they used to call it.

Brownfield! There were syringes in the soil,

a sea of bottles, God-knows-what.

But sell a necklace that'd only ever sit in a museum anyway,

give the money to the local neighbourhood group,

and look what happens.

There's life.

There's hope.

Jake wrote about lots of other places round here, didn't he?

There was a patch of scrubland

behind the Prospect Street retirement flats,

Jake called it a rat-run. Always a problem for the residents.

All the robberies and the violence.

So the local garden group got a donation to put in a pocket park.

You know what you hear down there now?

No gunshots.

No screams.

Just little children laughing.

Families. Isn't that something?

It's beautiful, isn't it?

"Designing Out Crime". It's quite a legacy.

You asked what we done with all the money?

It's all around us.

Jake is all around us.

-I suppose you'll need to arrest me now?

-No way.

I won't give you any trouble, DCI Miller. Just arrest me.

Don't take the future away from another of my grandchildren.

We can't exactly rip up a football pitch, can we?

Or destroy a pocket park.

I don't expect no favours.

We don't do favours.

Count your blessings, Constable Standing.

Chewing gum?

Vandalism.

Sorry if it's not proper police enough for you.

No, no, no, vandalism's a gateway offence. Can lead to all sorts.

In that case, you need to thank me

for stopping a crime-wave from sweeping over this city.

Listen, I'm really proud of you.

Are you?

This used to be my beat.

Yeah, I was a new PC.

And I saw a couple of kids drop a bag of chips, just over there.

You yelled at them and they ran so you went after them.

Yeah, but they jumped in the bleedin' river!

And you jumped in after them.

Well, I was so hungry for a collar, I forgot I couldn't swim.

Luckily they could.

One of them even gave you CPR and after you came round, you said...

BOTH: "You're nicked!"

Throw that butt on the ground and it's a Fixed Penalty Notice of £75.

Bit steep, isn't it?

We can reduce it to 30 if you pay within 10 days.

Promised me you'd give up anyway.

Yeah, well, I'm working on it.

I want you there, Dad.

For the wedding, the grandkids, all of it.

Why don't we see if Robin's free for lunch?