BROADCASTER: A pensioner is in a serious condition in hospital this morning after being viciously attacked in her own home during a suspected burglary.

The incident took place in the no torious Sutton Fields estate.

Betty Walker, 65, widow.

Ambulance called just before noon from a telephone box in Wadsworth Street.

Ambulance didn't attend immediately, 'cause the estate's highlighted as dangerous to paramedics.

They requested police presence, so they arrived at 12:30.

House-to-house are getting absolutely nowhere fast.

You're not gonna get anything around here.

This is "wall of silence" stuff.

It's see nothing, hear nothing, say nothing.

Well, keep going.

Let's talk about it in the car.

Charlie, next of kin, please.

Well, she's got a son, Mark.

He's doing three years for burglary, but I don't know where.

I'll call the Prison Service, find out.

Okay.

I'll trace down the 999 phone call.

I'll sort out the footprint on the rug.

[ Siren wails ] WESTON: Point of entry.

STEELE: Look how many locks she's got on her door.

She must be in constant fear.

BELLAMY: Yeah, it's a lot of locks for a little old lady, isn't it?

WESTON: It's a tough estate.

Okay, well, look, it doesn't look like your average, opportunistic burglary.

I mean, are we gonna try and say that this might be a targeted attack?

I spoke to the Prison Service.

Mark Walker was released, uh, three days ago to a bail hostel in Parkway.

He's on his way in.

Well, I got to say, I don't like it when ladies the same age as my mum get hurt.

So I'd like to get my hands on 'em.

Nasty.

Same age as your granny, surely.

STEELE: It's never gonna work for you.

Been on the phone to the Prison Service.

Mark was due for release on the 9th to his mother's house, but she refused to have him.

He went absolutely mad, smashed up his cell, got two extra weeks for it.

And three days ago, probation found him a place in a bail hostel.

BELLAMY: Okay.

Mark, why did you go to prison?

[ Siren wailing ] Burglary.

I needed money for a drug habit.

A bad drug habit, and I needed the cash for it.

But I'm clean now.

It's good.

I did rehab, and I've been clean for eight months, and I'm fucking proud of that.

Longest I've ever been.

-Good for you.

-Thank you.

When was the last time that you saw your mum?

I popped in yesterday.

Very briefly.

Mm.

Do you think that this attack on your mum had anything to do with you?

What my-- Are you... What, you think I went 'round there and smashed my mum in?

Do you-- She's the only family I've got.

Do you understand that?

-Okay.

-She's my mum.

-STEELE: Are you okay?

-MARK: Yeah.

What's she look like?

Um, I don't know the full extent of her injuries.

I think she's got some quite bad bruising to her face, but... She's been seen by a doctor.

She's happier and... -Okay, is she comfortable, yeah?

-Comfortable.

Absolutely.

Mrs. Walker.

Hi, Mum.

-How you feeling?

-What took you so long?

WESTON: Boss?

BELLAMY: Yeah.

Can you listen to this for a second?

This is the 999 call that we got... -Oh, that's interesting.

-...that was made about Betty.

Just this voice, how it sounds.

MAN: 540 B House, Sutton Fields estate.

MAN #2: Is she breathing?

MAN #1: I don't know, man!

I just need an ambulance.

MAN #2: Can you wait at the address?

MAN #1: No, no, I can't, sorry.

It's not Mark.

Okay.

Mrs. Walker.

Um...

I thought you would have been pleased to have a visitor.

Look, he's trouble.

He was trouble from the moment he was born.

He was even trouble being born.

He's been trouble all his life.

The drugs and girls and trouble at school, trouble bloody everywhere.

And I don't need it at the moment.

I'm feeling a bit vulnerable, all right?

Yeah, of course.

-Um... -[ Sighs ] Tell me as much as you can of what you remember from what happened.

Right, I was-- I was sitting in me chair watching the television, right?

I was just pushed, banged, or-- I-- I can't really remember.

Shoved, anyway.

And I didn't know any more until, um, the ambulance men said, "Oh, it's all right.

She'll live."

We'll need to get from you an inventory of what you've got in the house of value.

But it doesn't look like anything was stolen, to be honest.

Um, the spare-room door was kicked in, though.

£10,000?!

Are you joking?

In cash, in the spare bedroom.

-Hang on.

-On that estate.

I can't compute that.

Little old lady.

Hang on.

I've been working for years.

I haven't accrued £10,000.

What we do have is a big, fat motive, though.

So, you know, who does Betty know that needs £10,000?

Basically everybody she's ever met.

Um... Obviously we can't eliminate Mark.

-Still a prime suspect.

-Yeah.

And they don't get on at all.

She essentially asked him to leave the room when I was in hospital.

-Really?

-Really bad atmosphere.

-That's interesting.

-[ Knock on door ] Yeah?

Another one from my private collection.

It's the CCTV from the phone box.

-BELLAMY: Good one, Jack.

-WESTON: Fingers crossed.

It should tell us who made the 999 phone call.

BELLAMY: Good.

According to the DVLA, that moped is licensed to Romario Baber, 21 years old.

And that's definitely him.

He's now a member of the Easy 17 gang.

Previous convictions for street robbery and possession of cannabis.

Great.

We've got plenty.

Let's arrest him.

WESTON: Oh, slow, slow, slow.

-That's him.

-Is that him?

Okay, I'm gonna stop here.

I'm gonna stop here.

WESTON: Slow, slow.

Right here.

Go, go.

I'm right behind you.

WESTON: Police!

Stop!

Okay, this way, this way.

This way.

BABER: Get off me, man.

Get off me.

WESTON: Romario Baber?

I'm arresting you on suspicion of GBH and a burglary that took place this morning at Sutton Fields estate.

-STEELE: Whoo!

Come on.

-Oh, man, you got faster.

Come on, fucker.

BABER: Hurry up.

I've got things to do.

I was a 200-meter runner.

BABER: You're funny, you know?

You're funny.

STEELE: I know, right?

Don't I always say how funny I am, Jack?

-BABER: Dickhead.

-Sorry?

What was that?

Did you call me a dickhead?

And what are you gonna do?

STEELE: Add more to your charge.

BABER: More to my charge?

Yeah, you can't swear at police officers.

BABER: I didn't threaten you, did I?

STEELE: You called me a dickhead, though.

You promised me, man, when you were a kid, you wouldn't end up in one of these places.

BABER: Shut up, man.

WESTON: Off with the trainers.

I better get these back, you know?

WESTON: Yeah?

I know what you lot are like.

-WESTON: One.

-Minimum wages, huh?

WESTON: Yeah?

Two.

Yeah?

Okay, I'm gonna put him into a cell.

Can I get some grays, tops and bottoms?

-MAN: Strip him, yeah?

-Yeah, yeah.

I'll do that down in the cell.

Okay, let's go.

Do you need trainers?

Size?

-Eight.

-Eight.

Size eight.

-MAN: I'll book him in, yeah.

-WESTON: Yeah.

Romario Baber, aged 21, being interviewed by Detective Sergeant Jack Weston.

You got any questions for me or what?

What are we doing?

Is this meant to be a date or something?

Where were you this morning?

I was at my mate's funeral.

Jamal.

What happened to Jamal?

Stabbed.

-Listen, yeah-- -Do you know Betty Walker?

-Betty who?

-Betty Walker.

Don't know, man.

She lives in the same estate as you.

-Oh, is it?

-Yeah.

I know everyone on that estate-- If you're the kind of top boy who runs the show around there, you should know who Betty Walker is.

She's lived there for 20 years.

So, what about her?

WESTON: You know nothing about it, no?

BABER: Know nothing about that, mate.

WESTON: Do you have a granny or something?

No, I don't, actually.

A kid came in, beat the shit out of her.

Yeah.

Bash, bash, oof!

Fucking hell.

Man, If I could help you, I would, but... -Yeah?

-You know?

You see, what's fascinating for me, as a detective, is the size-eight trainer footprint that we found, in blood, in Betty's living room might also match the blood that just happened to be on the sole of your trainer.

-Oh, yeah?

-Yeah.

-This is my last bag of tricks.

-Oh, okay.

Have you seen these?

We got these in last year.

They're pretty cool because what they do is they play 999 calls.

MAN: Is she breathing?

BABER: I don't know if she's breathing or not, man.

I just need an ambulance quick.

MAN: Can you give me the address, please?

BABER: 540 B House, Sutton Fields Estate.

-MAN: Is she breathing?

-BABER: I don't know, man!

I just need an ambulance!

MAN: Can you wait at the address?

BABER: No, no, I can't, sorry.

Bye.

[ Knocks on door ] I might have an explanation for why Romario assaulted Betty.

There's Betty.

There's Romario.

I'm assuming that Little Miss Push In Front there is his girlfriend.

I spoke to the shopkeeper, and he said that they shoved in front.

Betty had a massive go at them, and then Romario turned really nasty.

So Romario put Betty in hospital because she had a petty row with his girlfriend?

Is that what we're saying?

What is wrong with you?

I've got your footprint.

I've got the blood on your sole.

I've got the 999 phone call.

Wake up, Romario.

You're in big shit if you don't start telling me the truth.

Look... She lives next door to my auntie.

She lives next door to your auntie.

What else?

I saw her door, innit?

Her door was kicked in.

I went in there, saw an old lady on the floor.

-I made that phone call.

-Oh, yeah?

What'd you expect me to do?

You think I'm gonna leave her?

I ain't evil, man.

I saw her, I made that phone call, and I left.

That is it.

-What about the money?

-What money?

-Don't fucking bullshit me, man.

-What money?

-What about the money?

-What money?

What have you done with the money?

I don't know what you're talking about, man.

That's it!

Aha.

Thought so.

Any news?

STEELE: Mm...

I've been having a look through Romario's phone.

Tell me.

There are a ton of messages between him and someone labeled as Sugarbabe.

That number's registered to someone called Mae Roberts.

And I think it's safe to assume, from the content of the texts and the picture messages that they're an item.

Tell me a little bit about the incident at the mini market.

I was just trying to get some stuff in the shop, yeah, and this old lady was taking forever, so I quickly went in front of her.

Look, I had a hospital appointment.

A pregnant woman gets priority.

So I just went in front of her.

I said sorry.

And then she just went mad.

How did Romario feel about that?

Was he a bit pissed off?

No.

He ain't got time for that.

What, are you trying to say he's the one that beat her up?

Are you aware that Romario has admitted to making the 999 call, which puts him at the scene?

What was he doing there?

Listen, I don't know what you're talking about.

Where were you this morning, Mae?

I was at the clinic, yeah.

Today was my 20-week scan.

I'm having a boy.

-Well, congratulations.

-Thank you.

Mae did have her scan this morning.

Congratulations, Mae, yes.

Uh, doesn't give her an alibi for the time of the attack, though.

WESTON: Betty Walker's neighbor has been in touch.

She has confirmed that she is Romario's aunt.

Romario and Mae visit regularly.

I have been down to forensics.

They've dusted another footprint, or partial footprint, off the door of the spare room that was kicked in.

Um, I've sent it down to Bigfoot so they can do comparisons with the one in the front room that we know belongs to Romario.

And if it does, that proves that not only was he in the front room, but he went upstairs, and so he was lying to us.

Get down to Romario's flat.

Search that.

Take him with you.

See if he's hidden Betty's life savings under his bed.

Can you hurry up, man?

-What did you say?

-Hurry up!

-Which house?

-36.

You're living beside kids and you're acting like one.

Listen, yeah, just get in there and do what you got to do.

Yeah.

Keep up that lip, yeah.

BABER: Yeah, all right, mate.

Anyone home?

Police!

Hello?!

Police!

Anything I need to know about?

You sure?

£10,000?

-BABER: £10,000.

-Slowly.

What the fuck is that?

Oh, plastic bags, plastic bags.

What are you gonna do?

WESTON: Yeah?

Tell me again what happens if you go back to court for possession with intent to supply.

Tell me again.

Yeah?

Three, four years.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Sit the fuck-- Come on.

Sit down.

Three, four years, is it?

So you miss the birth of your kid.

You miss the first words.

You miss the first steps.

Yeah?

How's Mae gonna survive on her own without you?

Without you getting all the cash from all the drugs to keep her going, eh?

Cash and drugs?

What are you talking about?

What's he talking about, man?

Where did you find this guy?

This your first day?

[ Laughing ] -Laugh it off, man.

-Yeah.

'Cause you're gonna be in prison.

All right, yeah.

That shit-- I can make that shit go away.

Phil can make that shit go away.

That whole top-boy stuff, listen-- It's a front.

It's what I use to get by around here.

It ain't easy, you know?

I know what it's like, man.

So believe me when I'm telling you, I do not know what happened to that old lady.

You must know something.

Are you listening to what I'm saying?

I am listening to you, but I need to figure out what's happened to her, man.

-I understand, but-- -She's in hospital, man.

She got broken ribs, black eye.

I'm sorry about that, but... Stuff like that happens, man.

Where's the moped?

I rent it out to guys on the estate, all right?

It's a little service, a little hustle.

-Who?

-What do you mean, "who?"

Who did you rent it out to?

-Random people from the estate.

-Random people?

If I just turn up at the front door and say, "Can I have your moped?"

Obviously not.

"Let's go rob a bank with your moped."

Okay, that's just silly now.

Come on, man, be more serious.

I rent it out every now and then.

-For what?

-What do you mean, "for what?"

For cash, for money.

You have to 'round here, man.

If I don't rent that moped out, believe me, it wouldn't be there in the morning.

[ Train rumbling ] Okay, search of Romario's flat.

No money.

So it's a bit of a dead end.

I did find some plastic bags, which, I don't know, maybe leads to the fact that he's a street dealer.

Certainly when I mentioned it, he started to sweat a little bit.

Another possible place for the money is the moped that we've seen on the CCTV stuff.

Maybe in the pannier.

So maybe we could authorize a grid search to try and track that down.

-That's authorized.

-Great.

Yeah, I'm on that.

Call me if you need anything.

Okay, you all have your maps, you all have your briefing papers.

This is the moped that we're looking for.

Okay, I want all of you head down to Sutton Fields estate.

The most important thing is we're looking for a moped with a big pannier.

Okay?

Big frothy coffee in the canteen for whoever finds it.

Let's go!

Okay?

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

CID pace, not uniform pace.

Come on.

[ Sirens wailing ] Romario's just a normal boy.

He just wants to be a dad.

He's gonna take care of me and this baby, you know?

Listen, you should be very aware how serious this assault charge is, and Romario is being held as a suspect.

Have you got that?

I mean, he's going to be a dad.

You need to help him at this stage.

Take that very seriously, Mae.

Oh, God.

Listen, okay.

Betty's got someone looking out for her.

This guy Wayne.

He's a bit of a nutter.

Some 16-year-old boy kicked a ball at his-- at Betty's flower things, and he slapped him up.

All I'm saying, everyone knows not to mess with her 'cause Wayne will get them.

Okay, house-to-house has revealed a regular visitor to Betty, a guy called Wayne Harris.

And listen to this-- A resident says, [ Imitating old lady ] "He keeps parking in my private space, and you guys have never done anything about it."

-Did you actually speak to her?

-Yeah.

-Did she sound like that?

-Yeah.

-You do a very good old woman.

-Thank you.

Anyway, it's a classic 220 Mercedes.

Wayne, apparently, is an old school chum of Betty's son, Mark.

I did a quick cross-check, and that's flagged up a bust-up between Wayne, um, and a teenager on the estate.

Recent bust-up.

But apparently neither wanted to substantiate the complaint.

Okay, yeah, I think in that case, we'd better get Mr. Wayne Harris, with his fancy car, in for a chat, but as a witness.

Okay, just-- well, for the time being.

STEELE: So you-- you know Betty from you lived on the estate or... Well, used to.

I used to live there years ago.

Pop 'round and see her every now and again.

I like to look out for her, make sure she's all right.

Pop 'round, play Scrabble.

-[ Laughs ] -Take her things, you know?

That's very nice.

Um...

I haven't lived there for years.

Okay.

You seem to still have a bit of a reputation around there.

What do you mean, "reputation"?

Well, I mean, for one, there was that incident a little while ago where you got into an altercation with a youth.

-The police were called.

-It was nothing aggressive.

It was a bit of handbags.

It was back and forth.

And then the mum called the police, and it was-- She blew it well out of proportion.

Really?

I heard you broke his arm.

Where were you earlier today?

I was in a bookie's.

I was actually on my way 'round to see her.

-This morning?

-This morning.

What time, about, were you going off to see her?

Uh... 10:00, yeah.

What do you do for a living?

It must be quite flexible if you can go and visit Betty at 10:00 a.m. in the morning.

I don't really have a job, as such.

I used to work for a builder's merchant.

You drive a very nice car, seeing as you don't have a job.

Yeah, I know, but I earn most of it at the bookie's.

You can earn enough of a living at the bookie's?

Yeah, no, you can do.

You can do.

Gosh, I'm in the wrong job, clearly.

Okay.

What can you tell me about Betty's son, Mark?

He takes the piss, basically.

He's never been there for her.

I've got no respect for him.

No.

I don't like him.

-We found the moped.

-Well done!

No money found in the cash box-- sorry, in the pannier.

But they did find this notebook, which-- All the financial entries, together with Romario's plastic bags from his apartment would lead us to suggest that he is, in fact, dealing drugs.

-STEELE: He's busy.

-Yeah.

Fairly nominal amounts.

-Yeah.

-Until you get to that guy.

Seems to owe him five grand.

-Ah.

-And the name?

-"Mark W." -Mark Walker?

Yeah, probably.

-But if that is our Mark... -Yeah.

I mean, he got out of prison, what, three days ago?

Oh, I can feel your brain running.

Yeah, keep going.

He takes smack and crack, right?

He's buying them by the vat load if he's run up five-grand debt since he left prison.

Okay, what's that?

I don't know.

You tell me.

No, no.

No, no.

No, no.

You tell me.

What's that?

-It's a book.

-Yeah.

-With names in it.

-Yeah.

You seen it before?

What do you mean, have I seen it before?

No, I ain't seen it before, man.

-We found it in your moped.

-Yeah?

Whose could it be?

Well, like I told you, I rent it out to a lot of people.

Romario, I don't give a shit who you lend it out to.

But it was found in that moped.

-You get nailed for it.

-Who says that?

So whatever anyone else has done with that moped, with that book, you're gonna take the fall for them, so you'd better start telling me the truth.

Like I told you, man, I do not know who it belongs to, but I'll tell you what, it's not mine.

Okay, prove it.

Give me a handwriting sample.

What I want to give you a handwriting sample for?

It's the only fucking thing keeping you out of a cell.

-I told you, the book-- -Start writing!

-What do you want me to write?

-I want you to write... "Detective Sergeant Jack..." You get a kick out of this, yeah?

"...Weston..." Keep writing.

"...is a nice guy."

That's the best handwriting sample you're gonna get.

Are you proud of yourself, yeah?

No.

Who's Mark W.?

-Never heard of him.

-No?

-No, man.

-Mark W., £5,000.

Who is it?

£5,000?

Whoever Mark W. is, he's a lucky guy.

-Oh, yeah?

-Mm-hmm.

STEELE: Just down here.

Hello, Mrs. Walker.

How are you feeling?

BETTY: All right.

This is my colleague Inspector Richards.

He's gonna take you through the I.D.

process that we talked about.

You need this.

All right, well, I need my glasses.

-Can you get my bag?

-Sure.

Um, just so you understand, I'm gonna leave the room.

'Cause I'm working-- I'll take that.

Because I'm working on this case, I'm not deemed impartial.

Just have a look through all of the photos, take your time, and I'll be in the corridor.

Give me a shout when you're done.

-Anything?

-Nothing at all.

Okay.

Thanks anyway, sir.

I've just been chatting to Romario.

I think he's dealing.

We've got the plastic bags.

We've got the notepad.

What type of dealer, I don't know.

Whether he's working for himself, whether he's working for someone else remains to be seen.

What do you think?

-Can I charge him?

-Ay-yi-yi.

No, we haven't got enough.

Time's ticking.

No.

Got to bail him.

It doesn't put him at the attack and for the burglary, so... What about the footprint in the blood?

He legged it out of there.

Bail him, Jack.

Bail him.

Don't blame me, blame the CPS.

Yeah.

-ROBERTS: Hey, you're back.

-What's happening, baby?

Cool?

[ Buzzes ] Mark... Have you ever come across a guy called Romario Baber?

No.

-Never heard of him?

-Never heard of him.

It's just that, I've been led to believe that you have a debt, a quite substantial debt, with this Romario Baber.

It's not your outstanding drug debt from before you went to prison?

Which I will, of course, talk to your welfare officer about.

Yeah.

I mean, I've got, um...

I've got a debt before I went into prison, but that's got nothing to do-- What was his name again?

Romario Baber.

To do with anyone called Romario.

What do you think?

I mean, somebody really hurts your mum, attacks your mum, but at the same time, a whole load of cash goes missing.

That'd pay off your debt nicely, wouldn't it?

See there's any connection?

Whoa, what are you talking about?

£10,000 in cash was stolen during that attack.

-What, in my mum's flat?

-Yeah.

10 grand in my mum's flat?

Where's she got 10 grand from?

Okay, so SOCOs picked this up on the scene.

Thank Christ they did.

It's a birthday card from Wayne to Betty.

This has been matched by the handwriting expert.

It's confirmed this is Wayne's book and Wayne's card.

-Useful.

-It's great.

This is brilliant.

Yeah?

FME's just handed me the medical report on Betty Walker's injuries.

Uh, have a look.

It's not quite what she said to us.

WESTON: Oh, Jesus.

Fall from a standing position?

BELLAMY: Distinct lack of bruising for somebody who's thwacked on their back.

Inconsistent injuries to the story told.

Yeah.

Well, what if she's covering for Mark?

We know from Wayne's debt book that that debt hasn't been paid off.

So he's still obviously desperate for money.

STEELE: We can't rule out Wayne either.

BELLAMY: She's obviously lying to us.

Question is, why?

FIU have been having a look through Betty's finances.

She's got no savings accounts or anything like that.

Just a post office account with about 500 quid.

I just got off the phone with the hospital.

Romario's just been admitted.

Apparently he's just been stabbed.

-BELLAMY: Really?

-Yeah.

What's Romario got himself mixed up in?

-What do you mean?

-Come on.

-Mae, come on.

-What?!

I don't know what you're talking about.

Betty Walker's been beaten within an inch of her life.

Something's happening in your estate.

What happened?

-I don't know.

-You must know something.

-Why would someone attack him?

-I don't know.

I don't know.

WESTON: Where were you going with the bag?

I was about to leave my house.

I've got stuff for my sister.

Why are you going to your sister's?

Clothes.

Do you want to see what's inside?

Women's underwear.

Is that what you like?

Is that the kind of stuff you're interested in?

You don't have to be so aggressive.

Listen, my boyfriend is in there about to... -I know.

-Someone tried to kill him.

I'm sorry.

Look, I'm trying to help you.

Charlie, what have you got for me?

That old lady from Sutton Fields estate who Jack spoke to earlier rang back and sounds exactly like your impression, so... -Thank you.

-Well done to you.

She said that young men are constantly putting envelopes through Betty's door, all hours, day or night.

So here's what I think.

I think Wayne is running a drug-dealing operation on the estate, I think Romario is any number of local dealers that deal out of there, and I think Betty's their banker.

'Cause all the three things that we have-- Romario and his street dealing, Betty and 10 grand in cash, and Wayne and his odd relationship with someone who's not his mother and is 50 years older than him-- that's what ties them all together.

Yeah, no, fair enough.

I think that's worth pursuing.

Well done, Charlie.

And pursue it with Wayne.

Betty had £10,000 in cash in a locked room, and it's all gone.

£10,000?

Fucking hell.

It's all gone?

Yeah.

I think you run a drug-dealing operation on the Sutton Fields estate.

I think Romario deals for you, and I think Betty's your banker.

Am I right?

Don't know where you're getting all this from.

It's utter fucking rubbish.

I'm assuming Betty didn't just volunteer.

What did you do?

Threaten her or... How about this?

Do you recognize this?

This is a book we found in the moped of Romario Baber.

I think it's your bank-drug-- I don't know what you drug dealers call it.

I think it's your drug book.

Am I under arrest?

-Not yet.

-It's a simple question.

Not yet?

I'm not under arrest?

No, you're just helping me with my inquiries.

-I'm helping you.

-Helping me flesh out my theory.

-But I'm not under arrest?

-You're not helping so much yet.

You're being actually quite unhelpful.

I'm trying to help.

Am I under arrest?

-No.

-I'm not?

Am I under-- I'm not under arrest, though, am I?!

I'm not under arrest, am I?

-See you later, Wayne.

-[ Door slams ] What a dick.

Right.

Can you be absolutely sure?

Right, hang on.

-Jack!

-WESTON: Yeah.

BELLAMY: Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Absolutely.

Thank you.

So that was Bigfoot.

The tread on the partial print that was on the door is exactly the same as Romario's trainer.

Except it's smaller.

So, I mean, is it feasible that-- I don't know, do they wear the same trainers, Mae and Romario?

They wear the same everything.

They wear the same hoodies.

They wear the same tracksuits.

They wear the same trainers.

Yeah.

So, presumably, our pregnant Mae kicked down the door.

And, presumably, got her hands on the cash.

WESTON: The 10 grand.

Fuck.

She had a huge bag with her at the hospital.

I asked her what was in it.

She completed fronted me out.

She wouldn't let me look in there.

She got really aggro, and I backed off.

Okay, well...

The 10 grand's in there.

Don't worry, don't worry.

It's okay.

Let's just get to Mae before Wayne does.

We have Romario discharging himself from hospital at 5:50 p.m. D.C. Steele to D.I.

Bellamy.

Requesting update, over.

Got CCTV showing Mae and Romario buying two tickets at Liverpool Street station.

I'm gonna meet you there.

Okay, don't spook them.

But I want you to take both of them down.

And, uh, remember, just go slowly, okay?

She's 20 weeks pregnant.

STEELE: I'll let BTP know on the way in.

Through this side.

She'll let us through.

We called down before.

Thank you.

Yeah, okay.

You go further down there.

-Jack, Jack, Jack.

-Yeah?

STEELE: If we keep flush to the wall, they won't see us.

I feel like we're really close.

I thought we were gonna be close.

Tell me when they're off the top, 'cause then... WESTON: Okay, let's go.

STEELE: Boss, they're just coming up the stairs to the south side entrance.

They're going quite slowly.

You should see them in about 30 seconds.

BELLAMY: Eye on the suspects.

Purple top, okay?

Purple top.

Just watch them.

Okay, go, go!

Quit running!

I went there, like I said.

I saw the door busted open.

I went in there, she was on the floor in a pile of blood.

I kind of panicked.

So Mae was downstairs looking after the moped.

I called her up.

I didn't know what to do.

Like I said, I called for an ambulance.

I had mentioned to Mae before that she keeps a lot of money there.

Mae wants another life for us and the kid, okay?

She ain't a bad girl, but she just wants to get out.

So she asked me where it was.

I said, "I don't know.

She keeps it in a room somewhere."

So you walk into this flat and find Betty collapsed, unconscious, on the floor in a pool of blood and decide at that point that you'll go upstairs and nick money from her?

We helped her, if anything.

I told Romario to go and call the police.

He called 999.

If we were as evil as you want us to look, we wouldn't have done anything at all, but we cared, so we called the police.

I'm not saying that you're evil.

I'm not saying that at all.

And I understand this idea of wanting to get out of the estate.

What I'm struggling with is that you walk into this place and this woman is collapsed on the floor in a pool of blood, and your first instinct is not to help her but is to get something from that situation.

That's just what I want to understand.

You would have done the same thing.

If you-- No, I absolutely wouldn't.

If you grew up in our estate and you had a chance to get out, to give a better chance to your baby and you, so your child could grow up somewhere where there isn't police all the time or there's needles or people trying kill you all the time.

You would do the same thing.

-STEELE: Yeah.

-Just a second.

STEELE: Yeah.

Thank you.

Um, forensics have found Mark's fingerprints on a knife in Betty's knife block.

The same knife and striation marks that match the damage on Betty's front door.

Oh, Mark!

So at some point he's used that knife to jimmy the door open.

WESTON: Okay.

Hang on.

Goodbye.

Mark has tried to make it look like a break-in.

We have to remember that we have Romario and Mae for the 10K, but they've sworn resolutely all along that they never touched Betty.

Maybe they've been telling the truth.

CCTV from the place where Romario was stabbed.

-BELLAMY: Let's watch a movie.

-Yeah?

Romario crossing the street with-- Who is that?

That's Mark Walker.

He's buying drugs.

Why the hell is he stabbing Romario?

[ Siren wailing ] [ Buzzes ] WESTON: Mark!

Mark!

[ Indistinct shouting ] -WESTON: Relax!

All right!

-STEELE: Jack!

BROADCASTER: The pensioner who was attacked on the Sutton Fields estate has been moved to intensive ca re, having suffered a stroke.

Police have a suspect in custody.

I'm introducing exhibit JW1 into the room.

It's a kitchen knife.

I'm gonna cut to the chase.

You assaulted your mother.

You panicked.

You took this knife from the kitchen, and you staged a break-in.

Is that a fair account?

-Yeah, I think... -Yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's the knife.

I-I...

I bound her up and I panicked.

I wanted it to-- I wanted to make it look like someone else had broken in.

Yeah, I took the knife, and I... How could you hurt your mum like that?

Do you know what?

I was clean.

I went to prison.

I got clean, right?

Um...

I wanted to go back to my mum's, and she said no.

I'm in prison and I hear that my mum doesn't want me back at the flat.

I got fucking-- Jesus.

"What do you mean, she doesn't want me back?"

Do you know how that made me fucking feel?

WESTON: So why did you stab Romario Baber?

And then there's this Wayne guy.

You know, he's looking for, you know, easy targets and stuff for his drugs.

He's got well into his drugs at that point.

He's giving me free drugs, saying, "This'll cheer you up.

This is good.

This'll make life worthwhile."

And I'm thinking, "Yeah.

I'm good."

Yeah, cannabis, crack.

It was all there.

Then he started charging-- charging me.

And final straw, this black guy, right, comes up-- I've never seen him before-- black guy in a fucking suit, starts asking for money, my drug debt.

Fucking red mist.

I just... You know?

Mark, these are very serious assaults that we're dealing with.

Are you aware of the consequences?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Do you know what?

I'm-- I'm happy in prison.

That's fine by me.

I know there's no one outside that's gonna help me.

WESTON: It's just depressing, the fact that he wants to-- Well, we think he wants to turn his life around, and all he wants to do is go back to prison.

Yeah, but I've seen it so many times, Jack, you know?

WESTON: Yeah, I know.

I just hate dealing with junkies.

So, state of play is we've got Mark for two serious assaults.

We've got Mae and Romario for burglary.

But, Wayne, we haven't got enough evidence to nail him for anything.

What about under the Proceeds of Crime Act?

WESTON: Pbbbt.

I don't know.

I mean, just think of all the time and effort and expense that's gonna have to go into that.

So we need someone to turn informant.

That's what we need.

I've busted your balls for the last 24 hours.

I'm sorry.

I need you to get the job done.

Okay?

I'm talking to you now, Romario to Jack, okay?

I want to help you.

But the only way I can help you is if you tell me the truth.

Okay?

What's the story with you and Wayne Harris?

-Who?

-Wayne Harris.

No comment.

Mae, do yourself a favor and just tell me the truth, and tell me all of it.

Romario used to sell weed for Wayne.

But not for money.

He just used to get free drugs.

And when we found out about the baby, he stopped all that 'cause he knew he had to find a way to get us money.

We needed get out of the estate, okay?

So he spoke to Wayne, and Wayne said that he could be his drug debt collector or whatever.

So he had to take the money from the people who owed him for drugs.

[ Sighs ] WESTON: I want to help you out.

[ Exhales sharply ] You don't even know what you're talking about, do you?

You're in trouble.

I want to help you.

Oh, yeah?

Well, help me, then.

Stop talking and just help me.

Do you want a smoke?

Yeah.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

Okay, five minutes outside.

What's going on with you and Wayne Harris?

So I get this phone call this morning.

Yeah.

He's all like, "Yeah, everyone's seen them lot go in your house."

He thinks I'm snitching.

He's like, "Oh, do I need to remind you what happens to snitches?"

-Did he threaten you?

-Yeah, he threatened me, man!

Threatened Mae, threatened the baby.

That's my family, man.

-You understand that?

-Yeah, I know.

I would die for my family!

You understand?

Romario, if you help me out here, man, with Wayne, if you, um...

If you're willing to talk, I can help you out.

But it's a two-way street.

You have to help me out.

-But I can make him go away.

-You can make him go away?

-Yeah.

-How?

Okay.

Come back in with me.

I'm gonna have a quick chat upstairs, okay?

I reckon if we can offer Romario and Mae some sort of witness protection, we might be able to get them to testify against Wayne.

-BELLAMY: Really?

-Yeah.

What about Mae?

Do you think she'll go for it?

It's definitely worth asking.

I mean, she's desperate to get off that estate, not to have the baby there, so she might.

All right.

Well, I need to make a call to authorize that, so... Can I float the idea to them?

-Yeah.

-Great.

[ Speaking indistinctly ] It's not snitching.

It's not running.

It's looking after your family.

It's looking after yourself.

And getting that fresh start that the two of you are looking for.

And what?

You can ensure that we're gonna be all right, yeah?

-You have my word.

-Is no one gonna come after us?

You have my word.

'Cause we've got a baby to bring up now.

That's the only reason I'm doing this.

I ain't that guy, you understand?

I'll make sure you're protected.

Okay.

All right, man.

I need to hear you say it.

Yeah.

I'll testify.

Thank you.

STEELE: This is Mr. Wayne Harris.

He's just been arrested for supply of controlled drugs, haven't you, Wayne?

-Okay to take the cuffs off?

-Yeah, take them off.

-Has he been searched?

-No, not yet.

WESTON: No sudden movements, Wayne.

STEELE: He's got nowhere to go anyway.

Yeah.

-I think he likes the cuffs.

-Yeah?

I'm really curious to see what's in your pockets, Wayne.

WESTON: He's gonna enjoy the strip search.

What have you got on me?

You've got nothing on me.

-Really?

-Do you want to bet?

-What have you got?

-All in due time.

WESTON: We're gonna continue the search down in the cell.

You fucking smug-- smug fucking... Just tell me what you got.

Zack, come with us.

Zack, please.

-WESTON: Cell four?

-MAN: Yeah.

HARRIS: You got fucking nothing on me.

You got fucking nothing on me, you smug... STEELE: Zack.

Mr. Harris, welcome to your new abode.

Please let us know if we can get you anything-- fresh towels, something to eat.

-Anything like that.

-HARRIS: Yeah, fuck off.

Fuck off!