D.I. Ray

Beardsmore, sighing: Following yesterday's events, Police Conduct have opened an investigation.

[Sighs] Thanks to you, we now have the IOPC crawling all over the department.

Kerry: Sir, I believe the firearms operation was conducted following protocol.

Beardsmore: And yet still resulted in the shooting of a suspect, and not just any suspect.

[Distant siren wailing] Beardsmore: You'll both need to give the IOPC a statement regarding the operation.

[Sniffs] There seems to be, um... a recurring theme here, Ray.

You went in alone to interview a prisoner.

DI Ray was asked to undertake that, sir.

Not alone.

That was not signed off in the risk assessment.

You also pursued a kidnap vehicle, putting DS Bottomley in danger, when you should have waited for marked cars to intercept.

DS Bottomley was significantly affected by the incident.

[Paper rustles] You entered an abandoned gym, where a hostage was reported to have been held, without backup, putting yourself and potentially others at risk.

And you insisted on going to meet a dangerous suspect without your team.

Kerry: Actually, sir, she did have someone-- Beardsmore: DI Ray!

Are you a trained negotiator?

Rachita: I am not, sir.

Beardsmore: Hmm.

So why do you think it's OK for you to barge into any dangerous situation that comes your way?

Rachita: Sir, I was following my instincts.

Beardsmore: Your instincts led to the shooting of a suspect.

Your unauthorised proximity to an armed and non-compliant suspect necessitated the deployment of lethal force!

You are a danger to yourself and to others.

This is on you, Ray!

[Monitor beeping, oxygen pumping and hissing] Clive: Mrs. Mochani-- Sharan: My son's been shot.

I haven't got time for your bull... questions.

Tell me something, Detective Inspector.

You know full well he's innocent and you were right there.

Why didn't you do something?

[Door opens] [Theme music playing] I'm sorry to bother you so late.

I just, um-- Zehra: It's OK.

I saw a man shot in front of me.

It was my fault.

I felt like I was back there again that night, with Tony.

Your infidelity with Tony had nothing to do with him being shot.

Rachita, what you're feeling is perfectly natural.

It's only been a matter of months.

Survivor's guilt is very common, and something like this, it can trigger-- Tony had a son.

What do I have?

No one.

It should have been me.

I mean, who would ... care?

It should have been me.

What about your parents, Rachita?

How do you think they would feel if they lost you?

You mean the mother who left me to fend for myself because she cared so much about what people thought of her, of us, that she actually forgot to give a ...?

You know, I, uh...

I found a trafficked girl... alone in a cupboard.

And she was so... calm about it.

I understood her.

As a girl.

As an adult.

I had a teammate complain about me.

They think I'm being reckless.

Zehra: And are you?

No.

I get the job done.

We've got a big case on at the moment, I've just moved house, and I've been training and-- What about rest time?

When do you stop?

After what happened with Martyn and Tony and then the suspension...

I didn't leave my house for a week.

There's some days...

I didn't feel like I could get out of bed.

I felt... [Sighs] paralysed.

I can't ever go back there.

Is it why you also keep your relationships with men casual?

Keeps me in control.

And you feel like you can achieve this only by keeping everyone at a distance?

[Inhales] That sounds like a pretty lonely way to live.

Can I ask you something, Rachita?

That little girl you found.

What did you say to her?

I told her she needn't be scared.

That she's not alone.

Do you have somewhere to be?

Sorry, yeah.

Need to get back.

[Mobile phone vibrates] Got to be at Nick and Kerry's first thing.

[Sighing] On uncle duties.

Nick's away, and Kerry's working all hours to get this Detective Superintendent job.

Kerry's going for Detective Superintendent?

And apparently there's all these quotas, but... [Inhales] [Slaps thigh] no doubt she'll get it.

[Sighs] She has a habit of making things work for her.

I thought you two got on.

We do.

[Keys rattle] [Elevator door opens] Voicemail recording: Rachita, it's Hiroka again.

If Police Conduct are involved, your job really is on the line.

This isn't your fault.

They're pinning this on you.

Kerry: ...as we can spare for those groups.

Ah.

Miss Dhawan, this is, uh, DI Ray.

-Oh, it's Amara, please.

-Hi.

Kerry: We've just been discussing initiatives to deal with the rise in gun crime.

Changes start at ground level, right?

Rachita: Yeah.

I mean, more staff would be good.

It's kind of essential to solving cases.

Yes, we've discussed the lack of resources, DI Ray.

Amara: I absolutely hear your concerns.

I too am a Brummie through and through.

-I'm from Leicester.

-Ah, I've got family in Leicester.

Look, in light of the current situation, if I'm fortunate enough to become mayor, I promise to continue to work tirelessly to secure funding for the police and all the invaluable work that you do to keep us all safe.

Rachita: That's great news.

We need a new kettle.

Ours is knackered.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

[Amara scoffs] Pauline: That's a lovely bracelet, Sajna.

[Male interpreter speaks Punjabi] Pauline: Did you make it?

[Interpreter speaks Punjabi] Yellow is my favourite colour.

[Interpreter speaks Punjabi] Pauline: Can I ask you about the place you've been staying?

[Interpreter speaks Punjabi] Did anyone come to visit while you were there?

[Interpreter speaks Punjabi] Sajna, can we point?

Anybody you recognise?

[Interpreter speaks Punjabi] Thank you, Sajna.

Can you tell me about this man?

[Speaks Punjabi] She said he came to the door.

Pauline: What about this lady?

[Sajna speaks Punjabi] [Tapping keyboard keys] [Sajna and Pauline speak in reverse] Pauline: What about this lady?

[Sajna speaks Punjabi] [Taps keyboard key] OK, so Sajna has identified Priya Mochani and Frank Chapman.

Rachita: What else have we got?

[Computer mouse clicks] I've managed to get hold of records to show the fake passport for Sajna was logged on Saturday 12th March this year, and that she was brought over on a tourist visa.

So it was intended to be temporary.

Why?

What purpose?

I've been trying to get hold of more information from the NCA, but so far, they've been unresponsive.

I wouldn't bother.

They'll fob you off, tell you it isn't ours.

Even though Sajna is their investigation now, we still have legitimate reasons to be kept abreast of what's been going on, especially if it has tangible links to our triple-murder investigation.

[Computer chimes] I'm afraid we're just gonna have to be a pain in the hole for them until they give us what we need.

Paternity test results are back.

And?

She's not Rav Mochani's daughter.

Sajna identified Frank Chapman and Priya Mochani as people in Dawn's flat.

Rav said Frank wanted to go into business with him.

What does that mean?

Kwesi: If Sajna's telling the truth, then Dawn never disclosed the fact that she'd met Chapman, let alone him being at her flat.

Rachita: Need to speak to Dawn again and to Priya Mochani.

They've both been lying.

Search their properties again.

We need to bring them in.

Let's see who cracks first.

[Distant siren wailing] [Police radio, indistinct] [Overlapping chatter] Officer: Copy that, Control... [Metal detector beeping] Officer: I've got the daughter here as well.

Officer 2: Copy that... [Indistinct chatter continues] Rachita: We need to talk to you about Frank Chapman.

I told you before I don't know anything about him.

We know he came to your flat, so why'd you lie to us?

Dawn, you've been rehoused for your own protection and you've cooperated with us until now, so unless you want to get re-arrested, I suggest you continue to do so.

Charlene: Why was he at your flat, Dawn?

Rachita: Dawn Hughes, I'm arresting you-- Dawn: He wanted a photo.

What kind of photo?

Of the kid.

How do you know Priya?

Dawn: She's Rav's sister.

Charlene: Why did Frank Chapman want a photo of the child?

Dawn: I dunno.

Rachita: Oh, come on, Dawn.

Dawn: Honest.

He never said.

He gave me a phone and told me to take a photo while he waited.

Charlene: Did he give you any other instructions about the photo?

It weren't anything dodge, like, he just wanted a photo of her.

It was Frank Chapman.

I had to.

Did you tell Rav and Priya about it?

[Distant siren wailing] So we know that Sajna, the girl in the photo, isn't Rav's daughter, but he seems to be protective of her regarding Frank Chapman, and she also knows you.

Why?

What's your connection with this child, Priya?

What is Dawn's involvement in all this?

Who?

For what purpose was this little girl brought into the country, Priya?

I put it to you that this vulnerable child, this orphan, was brought over from India to be exploited, most likely for domestic servitude... or worse.

Were you and your brother involved in trafficking this child?

Kwesi: Because we know you were contacting him.

We found your burner phone when we searched your house, Priya.

[Gulps, sighs] No comment.

Priya Mochani is refusing to cooperate about anything connected to Sajna.

We've arrested her for assisting an offender, and it's likely she'll be bailed until her court appearance.

Charlene, what about her burner?

Charlene: Communication with Rav started the morning he planned to leave the country, but Priya's burner's been active for a number of weeks.

We're still analysing the data.

Kwesi: Ma'am?

I've been looking into the Chapmans' business contracts.

Rachita: Go on.

Kwesi: For the past three years, they've had a contract for council tax bailiff work, a very lucrative one.

Rachita: How much we talking?

Kwesi: Three mil, minimum.

After the three years was up, there was the option to extend by another two years.

Clive: Thank you.

Kwesi: And it was prevented, so this is a sudden, unexplained, and very last-minute change of tone.

-Do we know what led to it?

-He's doing some digging for me.

Rachita: It's great work, Kwesi.

Keep us updated.

Clive: Ma'am, Response have reported several public order offences in the past few hours.

Businesses have been graffitied with "Justice for Megan."

They're all owned by South Asians.

Rachita: OK, I'll talk to the DCI about upping our street presence.

We need more movement in every aspect of this investigation, so let's fast-track the ballistic report.

This will keep getting worse until we prove that Rav Mochani is innocent.

All right, everyone, let's get back to work.

There's no excuse for the kind of violence we've been seeing over the past few days.

It's understandable the public feel unsafe and unprotected.

Man: Take the goods off the place!

Justice for Megan!

[Crowd shouting] Amara: But, as your councillor, I'm making it my priority to ensure that we get to the bottom of these issues, to put pressure on West Central Police, and to make sure that if Mr. Mochani is found guilty, then he will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law so that the public feels safe.

As you can see, all the bullets are a match.

So, the same gun fired the bullets that killed Megan Parks, Frank Chapman, and Dave Chapman?

Kwesi: So Rav Mochani was the shooter of all three?

Kerry: Right.

Let's speak to the Complex Case Prosecutor at the CPS and explain what we have to charge Ravinder Mochani with the murders as soon as he wakes up.

Also, the friend... Kwesi: Shiv, ma'am.

Kerry: Let's ask for authority to charge him with assisting an offender.

He'll most likely be bailed, but-- Rachita: The other gun, the one that fired the first bullet that wounded Frank Chapman in his home--you said it was practically vintage in the gun world.

-Correct, ma'am.

-So where is it?

Kerry: DI Ray, what is your preoccupation with this?

Rachita: Well, there's a missing firearm, ma'am.

Kerry: Yes, one of many.

If we paused every investigation to go play hide and seek for weapons, we wouldn't get anything done.

We have to focus here.

What we know is that Rav Mochani shot and killed all three victims.

Rachita: But did he, though?

His prints may be all over the gun, but currently, we have no evidence to place him at the scene of the shootings of Frank and Megan.

Kwesi: Maybe Rav was working with an accomplice who shot Frank at his home.

Clive: Yeah, if Rav was kidnapped with a gun on him, this Degsy bloke would have searched and got it off him before it got to Dave, surely.

Unless the gun belonged to one of Chapman's heavies.

Kerry: I have got not only the Chief Superintendent on my case regarding this ongoing IOPC investigation, but also, thanks to the negative press attention this is getting, I've now got the DCC interes-- Rachita: Rav admitted to killing Dave Chapman in self-defence, but he was adamant he hadn't killed Frank or Megan, so the fact there's another gun out there that's yet to be recovered means that there's another potential killer out there on the loose.

I want officers out there searching for this vintage firearm.

We're missing something.

I know it.

[Birds chirping] [Grate clangs] [Phone beeps] I'm at the house.

The gun's not here.

[Computer mouse clicking] [Text notification chimes] What did you find out?

No sign of the gun.

One of the lads from the Selly Oak shop said he was driving your dad across town a few days before the hit.

He was on the phone, arranging a meet... with Mochani.

What else?

He was after putting me on to tailing someone.

Who?

Someone he was in business with.

A woman.

Remember her name?

I never found out.

Changed his mind.

Said he was gonna take care of it himself.

So, what next, boss?

[Monitor beeping] Rachita: How's he doing?

Nurse: No change, I'm afraid.

[Phone beeps] Hi, it's Ethan.

Leave a message and I'll get back to you.

[No audible dialogue] [Unbuckles seatbelt] [Door creaks] You need to stop seeing her.

[Continues speaking indistinctly] [Ethan speaking indistinctly] Ethan: Kerry.

Kerry.

[Buckles seatbelt] [Door creaks] [Distant rummaging] [Distant clattering] [Rummaging sounds continue] [Plates clattering] Mum?

Finally!

[Taps utensil on pot] Debo: I made some chai.

Rachita: Thank you.

Why didn't you call ahead and tell me that you were coming?

I keep trying.

You just never get back to me.

Anyway, I'm glad I did come.

[Utensils clatter] But you're living out of boxes, sweetheart.

And your fridge.

I had to go to the supermarket.

But you can't make a meal out of bagels and energy drinks and half a block of mouldy Edam.

And ready meals?

You're a professional woman, Rachita.

This is no way to live.

Rachita: No one even comes around here.

Debo: Well, just as well.

Rachita: And I'm not obsessed about what people think about me.

Debo: What's that supposed to mean?

Rachita: Oh, come on, Mum.

You've spent so long presenting this faade to the world that you don't even know who you are anymore.

Well, I'm definitely not ready meals and mouldy Edam.

[Inhales, sighs] Just sit.

[Rachita sighs] You can't hide in your work, you know.

Life isn't all about work.

Rachita: Yours was.

Debo: That's not true.

Oh, come on, Mum.

You left me in a room the size of a closet when you were giving lectures.

I was eight years old.

Only during the school holidays.

And we never went on holiday.

[Sighs] I had to work harder than everyone else to get to the same place as people who were less qualified than me.

You think it still isn't like that?

I'm being blamed for the shooting of a suspect.

[Sets down hairbrush] Plait?

A bun's fine.

I'll do a plait.

You know, I'm, uh... gathering evidence to build a case against the force?

Mum?

Hmm.

You don't think I should?

So many times in my life, I wanted to speak up, to fight.

But you know what?

I had to put food on the table, make sure we had a roof over our heads.

So I kept my head down and got on with it.

I think you should think very carefully about rocking that boat.

Institutions are powerful, but you're just one woman.

I made dal chawal.

Come.

Eat.

[Distant phone ringing] Liam: Kwes, you've been looking at the Mochani and Chapman businesses, right?

Kwesi: Yeah.

Liam: This has come up.

I was looking at some of the Mochanis' dealings and I found it.

It's a company they recently set up and, well, have a look.

Kwesi: Uh... Liam: It's to operate as a bailiff company.

Hang about.

Kwesi: Virtue Secure?

That's the name of the company that applied for the council bailiff contracts.

Liam: The one the Chapmans had?

Kwesi: Hmm.

The contract went out to tender.

The deadline's upcoming, but this company, the Mochanis', have submitted their application for the first stage of the bidding process.

So, do you reckon that's why Frank Chapman and Rav Mochani were in communication--blackmail?

It's got to be.

There's that much money involved, plus loan shark contract means they can prey on vulnerable people, offer them loans to get out of their debt.

It's the perfect way to drum up more loan-sharking business.

So who did the Mochanis have a hold over at the council to make 'em strong enough to rival the Chapmans?

Clive: Thanks for the tea, Lisa.

Lisa: It's all right.

Um, I was wondering if we could chat about Lou.

I heard he got early release.

He's been back in the snooker hall, every night.

But he's not been in touch.

[Scoffs] Not even a text.

I take it you're not on good terms then.

His choice.

Not mine.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Lisa, are--are you aware that Lou's planning to leave the country?

[Sighs] Why would he do that?

Frank's dead, so who's he running from?

You know he'll end up straight back inside.

[Crunching] He thinks it's his fault.

What is?

I...

I'm sorry.

I have to get to work.

[Distant phone ringing] Rachita: Morning.

Kerry: Morning.

Any luck with your search for the firearm?

Nothing's been found yet, ma'am.

How was your evening?

Oh, just alone watching telly.

[Distant siren wailing] Charlene: Ma'am, I've got an update regarding Priya Mochani's burner.

I've identified a number that Priya's been in regular communication with over the past few weeks.

Kerry: Whose is it?

Charlene: Seems to be another burner, ma'am.

It's not registered, anyway.

However, from cell site data analysis, we can narrow down the location of its use to a few streets.

Can we find out if there's any known criminals or any connections to the Mochanis that live in those streets?

Charlene: Yeah, I can try, ma'am.

It's um, it's quite a posh area.

Not your usual criminal hideout.

Man: Ma'am?

Kerry: I'll, uh, check back in with you later.

Another thing, ma'am.

I'm not sure if it's significant.

This...unknown burner.

Go on.

It's, um, it's also been logged near the police station.

This one?

Charlene: Do you think-- Rachita: A corrupt officer.

Can you keep this between us, DC Ellis?

Charlene: Yeah.

I need more information before we discuss it with the rest of the team.

Mm-hmm.

[Car doors unlock] [Beep, line ringing] Woman: Which department do you require?

Can you connect me to Force Intelligence Bureau, please?

Could you please state your name, rank, and constabulary?

My name is DI Ray.

I'm from West Central Homicide.

Like to submit an application to intercept a phone number.

On what grounds?

I believe there's a corrupt police officer contacting a suspect.

It's a priority application.

Emergency application confirmed, and a liaison officer will be in touch directly.

Please hold.

[Distant tires squeal] [Distant men arguing indistinctly] [Distant, indistinct chatter] [Birds chirping] [Text notification chimes] He should be here in the next fifteen.

Do you want to tell me what's going on with you?

How--how do you mean?

Sleeping in your car, wearing the same clothes to work.

[Sighs] Me and Sam had an argument, and she kicked me out.

I'm not gonna lie.

It is a bit ....

I'm sure, once you've both had a bit of time to cool off, it'll be fine.

It's been a couple of weeks now.

[Clive sighs] You can kip on my sofa.

Clive: Thanks.

You and, um... Beardsmore-- [Text notification chimes] Clive: Yeah, he should be here now.

[Car door closes] That's him, right?

Yep, that's him.

Lou Kirkby.

[Billiard balls clacking] [Indistinct chatter] Lou Kirkby?

My name is DI Ray, and you know DS Bottomley.

I don't deal with slopes.

Rachita: I'm afraid you're going to have to.

We know you're planning on leaving the country, and so does your probation officer.

Where were you on Sunday, March 20th, between 10 p.m. and 11:30 p.m.?

Lou: What is this?

Clive: Just answer the question, Lou.

Lou: I was in the pub.

Clive: Which one?

The White Horse, Digbeth.

Can anyone verify that?

I was sat at the bar from 6 p.m. 'til close.

Rachita: Why did you show up at Frank Chapman's funeral when you hate him as much as everyone says you do?

I wanted to make sure the sick ... was properly dead.

Shame his toxic ... isn't.

Who are you on about?

Lou: His bit on the side.

So I've given you my alibi.

Now, if you want anything else, you're gonna have to bring me in.

Rachita: I need you to look into any women that dated Frank Chapman.

Go through social media, Google, local news stories, see if anyone comes up.

Liam: I'll get onto it, ma'am.

Rachita: OK, thanks.

For a man of Frank's years and reputation, seems strange that no exes have raised their heads till now.

Well, that's why we need to keep all eyes on Lou.

Whoever this "toxic ..." is means she's significant enough for him to hate her as much as he hates Frank, which means she could be in danger.

Dal and rice?

Oh, bloody love dal.

I just need to boil up some rice.

Honestly, I can't thank you enough for this.

I've really been missing Sam's cookin'.

You know, I actually haven't seen a photo of her.

Sure she's a real-life woman?

[Clive snorts] Here you go.

Here's my Sameena.

[Chuckles] Tsk.

Clive, can I ask you a question?

Hmm?

Was it you who told Beardsmore that I went in alone to see Martyn?

What?

No way, Rachita.

'Course I didn't.

I would never do that.

What about after the kidnap?

No, we--we haven't discussed you at all.

But you have been discussing something?

No, that's not what I meant.

It's... What's this about?

It's just I saw you in the car park having this conversation.

It just looked... Clive: No.

-intense.

-Nah, it was just a bit of banter.

Heh!

Is there anything I can do to help?

Uh, no.

Why don't you have a shower while the rice is cooking?

There are some spare towels in the cupboard in the bathroom.

All right, great.

Ta.

[Bathroom door opens] Clive: Can I nick a bit of shower gel?

Uh, yeah, sure.

[Bathroom door closes] [Click] [Footsteps approaching] [Keys rattle] [Whispers] No wonder she kicked you out.

[Quiet snoring] [Door closes] [Inhales, sighs] [Grunts] [Sniffs] Oh.

Is something going on between you and Kerry?

What?

I saw you argue with her the other night.

It looked intense.

Are you having a relationship with her?

Not anymore.

Oh, so you were using me to get to her.

-No!

-You know, I don't have time for anyone else's bull.... Rachita!

[Distant dog barking] [Car engine revving] [Phone ringing] Liam: There are photos of Frank at a children's cancer charity event, along with his late wife Yvette, from about ten years ago, but since she died, he seems to have gone solo.

I'm following up other leads.

So if he was seeing other people, he would have kept it private.

Doesn't seem like the kind of guy who would care about what people think of him and who he was seeing.

Kwesi: Do you think this "toxic ..." is an ex who could be involved in his murder?

Rachita: Well-- Clive: I didn't realise-- You're late.

Charlene: Ma'am, someone to see you.

Hi there.

Is this about re-interviewing Sajna?

Sort of.

Are you able to bring up the footage of Sajna's first interview?

Rachita: Yeah, of course.

Pauline: Something's been playing on my mind.

Skip to just before the end.

All right.

Pauline: There, look.

See there?

She started holding her stomach and chattering in Punjabi, only the interpreter was already out of the room.

Tsk.

It's been bothering me, so I went back and watched, and then I asked the interpreter to translate.

Apparently, the child was saying that she's sick.

That's why she's here.

Rachita: Did she say anything else?

Pauline: No, that was it.

You've seen the interview and the report, though.

Seems perfectly fine to me.

Is it possible that someone else told her to say that?

That's what I was wondering.

[Mobile phone rings] Rachita: OK, let's, uh, request a consent for more medical tests.

Sorry, I've just got to get this.

Rachita: DI Ray.

Man on phone: DI Ray, my name's DS Owen Brooks.

I'm your liaison officer here at the NCA.

I believe you requested a phone number to be intercepted.

Um, we've got some recordings for you.

I have to remind you that phone interception is highly sensitive and highly confidential, therefore, the material cannot be disclosed to your team or used as evidence under any circumstances.

Take a seat, put those headphones on, please.

[Door closes] The number that you requested to be intercepted became active a few hours ago.

Got a recording for you.

Mrs. Chatterjee?

She couldn't make it.

Sorry, and you are?

Woman: Priya, listen to me.

Priya: What do you want?

Woman: Frank Chapman is dead.

--brother, Priya.

Did you say anything to the police?

You need to keep your mouth shut.

Priya: ... off back to your campaign, Amara.

Amara Dhawan.

Suzie: I believe you've been working with my dad, Councillor Dhawan.

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