[Distant traffic, car horns honking] [Distant siren wailing] ♪ [Panting] ♪ Have a good shift.

♪ [Sighs] [Engine revving, tires squealing] ♪ Oh, hi.

-How you doin'?

-I'm off.

Have a good night.

Will do.

[Panting] ♪ [Sighs] [Panting] [Engine revving] ♪ [Engine revs] [Tires squeal] [Brakes screech, man grunting] ♪ Oh!

It's OK, it's OK, I've got you.

[Panting] It's OK. Stay steady for me.

Keep breathing.

[Tires squeal] Someone's coming.

It's OK.

I've got you, I've got you.

[Man groaning] [Two gunshots] Oh!

[Tires squeal] [Revving engine fades off] [Mobile phone rings] [Ringing continues] [Treadmill powers down] [Ring] Rachita: Clive?

Clive: Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you so late, but, uh, it's urgent.

[Car door opens] Rachita: Who were the victims?

How come you couldn't say on the phone?

Clive: Our female victim's a nurse from the hospital.

The male, Frank Chapman.

Kwesi: Ma'am, his car's just over here.

It's covered in blood on the inside.

It was found with the engine still running and the doors unlocked.

Forensics officer: Ma'am.

Most of the blood's located in and around the driver's side.

-Is there any sign of a weapon?

-No, ma'am.

Also, no blood spatter or gun residue.

Windows are all intact, there's no damage to the interior or exterior of the vehicle.

Nothing to suggest an injury occurred inside.

So he was bleeding before he got into the car.

Forensics officer: If it's his blood, then, yes, most likely.

We'll get the samples off to the lab immediately.

OK, thanks.

Clive, can you get Liam to get CCTV from around here?

Clive: Ma'am.

What about the bodies?

Inside, ma'am, being prepped for the PM.

OK, we need to get ahead of this before the press get wind.

What about the rest of the Chapmans?

Yet to be informed.

OK, this has to be led by us and not by them.

We can't risk them taking matters into their own hands.

[Police radio, indistinct] Clive: The Don himself, Frank Chapman.

Even stone cold, you wouldn't cross him.

♪ Sylvia: Looking at the wounds, this first shot would've definitely been close, although no vital organs were hit.

There would have been some internal bleeding, but wasn't necessarily fatal.

♪ So, more clumsy, maybe.

What about the second?

Much more targeted.

Which is consistent with a drive-by.

Sylvia: The shooter hit the central mass, lots of vital organs-- lungs, the heart.

They definitely wanted to kill him.

Frank would have died within minutes.

They got some balls of steel going for the top man.

Who in their right mind would risk going to war with the Chapmans?

♪ [Theme music playing] ♪ You're aware that Carly has accepted a DS position over in East Mids?

Yeah, I encouraged her to go for it.

Well, we need all the manpower we can get, so a new DC will be joining you, and it's immediate start-- DC Charlene Ellis.

We hope you'll mentor her.

The Chief Constable has organised a series of recruitment events, the aim being to support BAME and female candidates perform at their best.

Now, you've proven to be one of the best DIs we have, but, given the prominence of the Chapman murder, you should be aware that people will be watching your every move.

So, with that in mind, Beardsmore wants to pull forward your disciplinary review.

He wants to be, uh-- Making sure I'm keeping my mouth shut.

[Sighs] Rachita, I think we got off on the wrong foot.

I personally fought to get you back.

I admire and respect your tenacity to get the job done.

You care.

Mm.

[Gulps] [Smacks lips] My apologies it's taken this long to catch up since the lifting of your suspension.

It's been exactly three weeks, Superintendent.

Yes, and in the light of current events, we have corrected this oversight.

Professional Standards have already formally briefed you on the conclusion of the investigation into your relationship with DCI Martyn Hunter.

Hiroka: Which clears DI Ray of any criminality.

Beardsmore: Yes, and although no evidence of criminality was found, two other matters remain outstanding: the allegation of bullying a junior colleague and your interpersonal issues with management.

However, it has been decided to deal with these matters by issuing words of advice.

[Paper rustles] You are to avoid close personal relationships which may result in conflicts of interest, to respect the authority of officers in a senior rank-- Can we pause for a moment, please, Superintendent?

With regards to DI Ray respecting the authority of officers in a senior rank, perhaps senior officers should be mindful of racial profiling, as well as certain lines of questionin' which display a level of stereotypin'.

For example, assumptions about the languages an officer speaks and where they originate from.

Best not to dwell.

I was expected to be a certain type of officer, and when I didn't fit the assumptions that were made about me, I was deemed to be a failure.

I think there's been a misunderstanding.

Beardsmore: I am genuinely sorry you've been feeling upset.

That was never our intention.

Perhaps... it would be helpful to us all if we were to look forward.

It's not just our building that's new.

We're developing in all areas.

DI Ray, if you're willing to work with us, I assure you the journey to Detective Chief Inspector will be a swift one.

I will do everything in my power to support your application.

[Scoffs quietly] I'm going to have to go.

I'll, um, leave you and DCI Henderson to move matters forward.

We need you to work with us, DI Ray, to think like us.

[Door opens, distant phone rings] Officers like you are crucial to the continued improvement of West Central.

Understood, sir.

[Distant chatter] ♪ [Door unlocks, creaks] ♪ Beardsmore: We need you to work with us, DI Ray, to think like us.

♪ [Computer mouse clicks] ♪ Rachita: Our nurse's name is Megan Parks.

She was newly qualified, coming to the end of an 18-hour shift.

Charlene: So, she was most probably in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Rachita: It's possible she was a target, but based on our second victim, I think we can safely assume she was caught in the crossfire.

We also have a potential eyewitness.

It looks like he could be a porter.

We need to track him down and speak to him ASAP.

Kwesi, can you get onto that, please?

I'd like to help with that, Ma'am.

Rachita: Frank Chapman was clearly trying to get to medical help when he was intercepted.

Can we get hold of Chapman's phone records?

Already put in a request, ma'am.

Clive: Well, someone like Chapman will have tons of burner phones.

There's no chance you're gonna find 'em all.

What do we know about the Chapmans?

They're loan sharks who operate several pawn broker shops in the area.

Clive: Well, let's just call them what they are, ma'am-- an organised crime family.

Kwesi: Mm-hmm.

Clive: Frank Chapman's the Midlands' very own Teflon Don.

Heh!

See, he's been on Serious and Organised Crimes' radar for years, but no charges against him have ever stuck.

You know, he's "clean."

All the Chapmans are.

There's probably a few foot soldiers doing time, but the Chapmans, they operate a "no grass" rule, and it works.

Rachita: OK. Forensics indicate that Frank was bleeding before he got into his car, so where did the first shot take place, and how and why was he able to get into his car and drive away?

[Door bursts open] Officer: Armed police!

Armed police!

Armed police!

[Overlapping shouting] Officer: Armed police!

Armed police, nobody move!

-Clear!

-All clear!

Clear!

♪ Woman: All clear, ma'am.

[Police radios, indistinct] ♪ Crime really does pay.

[Scoffs] ♪ Rachita: Could someone come and bag this phone up, please?

[Distant chatter] ♪ Clive: This must be Dave and Suzie Chapman as kids.

Yeah, their daughter Suzie's been abroad for a few months, somewhere in Spain.

Yeah, it's Frank Chapman's name listed as owner of all the businesses, but word is his son Dave Chapman oversees the day-to-day running of 'em.

Well, he delegates, anyway.

What about their mum?

Oh, Yvette Chapman?

Ah, she passed away a few years back.

♪ [Indistinct police radio chatter continues] ♪ In here!

♪ The blood spatter suggests he was shot around this area, but there's no other sign of a blood trail.

They must've been stood pretty close.

I mean, there's no sign of a struggle and no evidence of a break-in.

Clive: Well, maybe they were invited in.

Or they had a key.

If it was a rival, surely they would keep their distance, kill him on neutral ground, not in his own home.

It feels too risky.

Whoever was driving that car clearly meant business.

Why did the first attempt fail?

♪ How long, do you think, between here and the hospital?

That time of night, 20 minutes, I reckon.

Rachita: So, what happened between the first shot that took place here and the second shot at the hospital?

Would you pour a drink for someone who might want to kill you?

[Mobile phone ringing] Rachita: Kwesi?

We tracked the eyewitness from the footage, ma'am.

His name's Michael Adoje.

He works as a night porter, only now he's a patient.

Claims he had a run-in with a member of his family and doesn't want to take it further.

Ma'am, someone's done a number on him.

It's pointless.

Whoever did it has made sure he's not gonna talk.

Sorry, ma'am.

♪ What is it?

We're too late.

[Monitor beeping] Rachita: They got to him.

It's started.

♪ [Distant dog barking] ♪ Will your sister be joining us, Mr. Chapman?

She's on her way over from Costa Daurada.

[Sighs] Mr. and Mrs. Chapman, I think it might be best if we didn't discuss the details of our investigation in front of your daughter.

Joey, love, why don't you go play in your room?

I know this is about Pa. Do your tablet for a bit.

OK, but after, I want you to tell me everythin'.

Do you have any knowledge of what your father Frank was doing or who he might have been with between 9 p.m. and the time of the incident?

Dave: Nope.

[Door closes upstairs] When was the last time you saw your dad?

[Inhales deeply, sighs] Mid to late afternoon.

I went round his to talk through some accounts.

Do you know if he had any plans afterwards?

No idea.

[Key unlocks front door] [Door opens and shuts] Girl: Dad?

Amy, my eldest.

Dave: They're here to check our alibis, love.

Rachita: I'm afraid we're obliged to rule you out.

We were asleep, in bed.

Joey gets bad dreams, bless her, so I was in with her... and this one sleeps through everythin'.

Rachita: Is there anyone that can verify where you all were?

We were at home, asleep, in bed.

Has your dad mentioned anything out of the ordinary recently?

Any conflicts, anyone who may have had a grudge to bear?

Well...tsk, there were heaps of folks who didn't approve of the way he did business.

You know, at this stage, Mr. Chapman, any information would be helpful, no matter how insignificant it may seem-- Dave: Dad was clean.

Do you know, as well as the nurse who lost her life, there is a porter in a pretty bad way in hospital.

-[Sighs] -We've tried talking to him, but he's point-blank refusing to speak to us.

Any chance you could leave us in peace and get on with finding out who murdered my dad, Officer?

♪ [Distant phone ringing] Rachita: The hospital have confirmed that our porter has two broken ribs, fractured collarbone, concussion, and internal bleeding.

Charlene: There's no CCTV coverage of the attack.

No witnesses have come forward.

It's a dead end.

I want to know who Frank was dealing with before he died.

Let's start looking deeper into Chapman businesses.

We need specifics: their client base, who are they doing regular business with.

Kwesi: We're working on Dave's list of business numbers and trackin' 'em.

Rachita: Good, and let's get a profile of their staff as well.

[No audible dialogue] [Unmutes TV] Woman on TV: Our thoughts and condolences are with the family of Megan Parks.

Megan was a well-loved member of the community, embarking on a promising career in the NHS.

Her loss is a deep tragedy for the whole city.

I want to assure you that our colleagues over at West Central Police are... Clive: "Colleagues"?

Amara: working around the clock to ensure the offenders of this violent and senseless crime are brought to justice.

They themselves acknowledge their past failures and are committed to tackling this investigation with a fresh approa-- [Mutes TV] [Indistinct chatter and distant phones ringing] ♪ Mr. and Mrs.

Parks?

My name is DI Rachita Ray... ♪ [Key unlocking door] [Door creaks] [Sighs, locks door] [Mobile phone beeps and vibrates] [Microwave oven humming] ♪ [Microwave bell dings] ♪ [Text notification chimes, phone vibrates] ♪ [Police radio, indistinct] Forensics officer: It's the exact make and model involved in the shooting.

Forensic evidence will be limited.

Sorry.

Clive: Thanks, mate.

Ma'am, that was Liam.

The vehicle was first picked up near a parade of shops in the Jewellery Quarter, about 200 yards from one of the Chapman premises.

It was then caught in Hockley heading south.

After that, we lose it, and he's not been able to verify any other details connected to the vehicle.

Council have really ... us, turning these cameras off.

Rachita: Tell me about it.

[Clive sighs] I know someone who could help.

He's an ex-youth worker.

He knows everything that happens round that way.

Might be worth a visit.

Let's go.

[Police radio chatter continues] ♪ Joey: Dad, she's here!

[Gasps, chuckles] Are you too old for hugs these days?

Suzie: No chance?

[Kiss] Good to see ya, chick.

[Camera shutter clicks] Kwesi: Family reunion?

♪ Do you think he knows we're here?

Suzie: Where's your evil stepmother at?

Dad, Aunty Suzie brought me a handbag.

Dave: Ah.

[Suzie giggles] Just what every 11-year-old needs.

♪ Clive: How's Beardsmore been with you since you've come back?

Rachita: I'm "crucial to the continued development of West Central."

[Chuckles] Wish I bloody was.

Might get paid a bit more.

Uh, but seriously, after what they put you through, I'd have told them all to do one.

Saying that, my mortgage just went up.

[Both chuckle] Clive: After you, ma'am.

[Radio playing music] Man: Heh!

Hey.

Clive: Hey.

Good to see you, brother.

Clive: Yeah, you too, Hardeep.

Hang about.

He does a mean tandoori kebab.

Melts in your mouth.

How's Sam?

Yeah, she's good, yeah, ta.

Busy.

Hey.

[Chuckles] Rachita: What meat is that?

What do you want it to be?

I'll do you a couple of boxes.

Oh, it's very kind of you, but I'm actually vegetarian.

Get out of my shop.

Ha ha ha ha!

I'm only messin' with ya!

Rachita: Hardeep, we're investigating a double murder that occurred outside West Central Hospital.

Yeah...I heard what happened to that poor girl.

I don't suppose you recognise this vehicle?

Do you mind telling us what you know about Frank Chapman?

Never met him.

But you must have heard about him.

[Sighs] I know he was good at sorting things... when people don't want your lot involved, like.

No offence.

Clive: No.

Hardeep: Price was always higher for us lot, though.

Rachita: What do you mean?

Hardeep: Well, non-whites.

Hardeep: They always added a premium.

Is there anything else?

No.

You know, this isn't your average gang drive-by.

Someone out there has pushed things too far, and it's only a matter of time before there's a retaliation.

The sooner we find Frank Chapman's killer, the sooner we can douse whatever it is that is about to catch fire.

I don't want to get involved.

Rachita: You know, Megan had nothing to do with this.

Clive: Ma'am, look-- Rachita: She was an innocent bystander.

Clive told me how much you do for young people in the area.

I know how much you care.

This is our chance to prevent more tragedies like this from happening.

♪ There's been talk, you know?

This family.

What family is this, mate?

Hardeep: They've come over from Leicester.

They're all in the same sort of trade, and they've been...crossing over into Chapman territory.

The jewellery trade?

Yeah.

And the rest.

They ran things over there.

Have you got a name?

[Sighs] The Mochanis.

♪ [Distant car horns honking, siren wailing] I spoke to an ex-colleague from Leicester Constabulary who's had dealings with the eldest child of the Mochani family, Ravinder Mochani, known as Rav.

A few years ago, he was done for possession of a firearm, but as he was a first-time offender, he only did two years.

We also spoke to an old friend of Clive's who's an ex-youth worker, who confirms that since the Mochanis have been on the scene, tensions between the Chapmans and the Mochanis have been brewing.

It sounds like the beginning of a turf war.

What are you thinking?

With your permission, ma'am, I'd like to bring the Mochanis in for questioning.

Is there really enough evidence?

We can't work on hearsay, DI Ray.

Previous failings, I mean, we have to be so careful when we're profiling.

Frank Chapman's probably built up a number of enemies over the years, but none with the confidence to carry out his murder.

This family may be key.

What about surveillance, then?

[Sighs] I'm happy for you to put in for a surveillance authority, but I would urge you to make sure they have something to do with it first.

[Car doors close, footsteps approach] Man: You're actually on time.

Ah.

Um, Rachita, this is my husband Nick.

Rachita: Oh, hi.

Nick: Oh, yeah, DI Ray.

Lovely to meet you.

Rachita: Likewise.

Uh, this is my brother, Ethan.

Rachita: Hi.

Ethan: Hi there.

Kerry: Uh, we should get going or we'll lose the reservation.

OK.

Thank you.

Hey, we're off for some, uh, tapas and drinks.

More than welcome to join us.

It's really kind of you, but I have plans.

Enjoy your night.

[Car doors close, key fob chirps] [Distant tires squeal] [Car door closes] Jay: Do you have to be somewhere?

Rachita: Um, I've actually got loads of work to do.

Do you want me to get you a minicab?

It's all right.

I'll walk it.

What is it you do?

Admin.

Maybe we could get a drink next time?

Yeah, it's probably best if we don't.

You know the old "it's not you, it's me"?

Well, in this case, it really is.

[Distant traffic] [Distant dog barks] [Distant door opens] Hardeep: Sorry, we're closed.

[Door closes] ♪ [Grunts] You pig-loving bastard.

[Panting] Easy now, all right?

You'd better keep quiet about the Mochanis.

♪ [Pants] [Muffled hip-hop music playing loudly inside car] [Male singer rapping indistinctly] ♪ So you see me pull up in a new shape ♪ ♪ Car gets surrounded by blue tape, need to get out ♪ ♪ Of here before it's too late but she'll pull a punch... ♪ [Distant siren wailing] [Music stops] Rav Mochani.

Clive: Flash bastard.

[Traffic noise] Let's go.

I thought we weren't authorised.

[Entry chime sounds] Woman: Do you have an appointment?

Well, my name is DI Ray, and this is DS Bottomley.

We're in the area making some enquiries and, uh, we were wondering if we could speak to the proprietors?

I'm Sharan Mochani.

This is a family business.

What's it regarding, officers?

Well, we're wondering if any of you recognise this vehicle.

No, I don't.

What about you?

Afraid not, Officer.

Sharan: Would you mind telling us exactly what this is about?

We're investigating a serious incident, and we're simply trying to get as much information as possible.

What's the incident?

Frank Chapman was murdered around 11 p.m. on Sunday, and a young nurse was caught in the crossfire.

Rav: We've heard, uh-- Sharan: But we've never had any dealings with the man.

But you must know about him.

What's your full name?

[Distant siren wailing] Detective Inspector Rachita Ray.

♪ Interesting they sent you to talk to us, Detective Inspector Ray.

[Mobile phone ringing] Excuse me.

I have to take this.

[Ringing continues] Now, if you don't mind--heh!-- you're not great for business.

[Chuckles] [Computer mouse clicking] [Distant office phone rings, door opens] [Distant footsteps, door closes] [Sighs] [Distant phone rings] ♪ Rachita: There's a strong possibility that Frank Chapman's murder is turf-related.

Hardeep seemed pretty sure about what's been going on, but we need to make sure that we follow all lines of enquiry.

Frank had enemies coming out of his ears, and Dave Chapman even alluded to the fact.

Liam: Ma'am, I've tracked the Mochanis' vehicles as you requested, and on the evening of the incident, Sharan, Priya, and Rav's were all parked up at a family-run Persian restaurant in town called Kish.

Can you get in touch with the restaurant and see if they can get any CCTV footage of 'em?

Liam: Already on it, ma'am.

Rachita: Clive, Kwesi, let's carry on covert surveillance of both the Chapmans and the Mochanis.

Charlene, I want you to carry on investigating the Chapman shops, see when Frank last visited them, and try and get anything you can out of the staff.

Charlene: Ma'am.

Liz: Frank was a really good boss, you know.

Charlene: In what way?

Well, uh...

I've been here 30 years, and... not once has he missed me birthday.

And when was the last time you saw him?

Sunday, it was.

[Sighs] [Muffled dance music playing inside passing car] He came in for a meeting.

What is it?

[Wheezes] I don't--I don't want to make a statement.

OK. Might be nothing.

Any information is useful to us right now.

When he was leaving, uh, saw him having an argument with a fella.

Can you remember what he looked like?

Uh... he had a Sandwright's uniform on.

Charlene: The supermarket?

Liz: Yeah.

I recognised it 'cause I do me food shop there.

Manager: OK, just a tick.

[Sighs] Where are we?

Sunday.

Uh... [Classical piano music playing quietly] Manager: Uh, Karen, Jermaine, Lisa, oh, just a tick.

♪ Uh, Sohail, Sam, Graham, Vicky... ♪ Rachita: Hey!

Manager: Aled?

Rachita: Police!

Stop!

♪ [Woman groans] Man: Hey, you ... idiot!

Woman: Oh!

Man: Hey, man.

No way.

♪ Charlene: Stop!

[Man groans] [Grunts] Charlene: Ah!

Ah, come on.

Aah!

[Rachita groans] Charlene: ...!

[Panting] ...!

Rachita: Are you OK, DC Ellis?

Charlene: Mm-hmm.

Rachita: I am arresting you for assaulting a police officer and on the suspicion of murder of Frank Chapman.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something you later rely on in court.

Ah, ... off.

♪ Rachita: Aled... we have an eyewitness who claims they saw you arguing with Frank Chapman outside his Pawn Haven shop on the day he was murdered.

Rachita: Can you tell me what you were arguing about?

Why did you run from us?

What have you done, Aled?

Nothin'.

It's not the first time you've been in custody, is it?

You have quite the CV.

[Papers rustling] How do you know Frank Chapman?

Did you work for him?

No.

Rachita: This is a murder investigation, Aled.

I'm gonna ask you again.

Why were you arguing with Frank Chapman?

'Cause he's an evil ... bastard, that's why!

They all are!

Rachita: Who are?

Aled: The Chapmans!

Rachita: In what way?

Aled: They kept upping the vig, saying I owed 'em 25 grand, made me do drops for 'em, burnt my scooter, went to my mum's house, scared the ... out of her!

It's how they operate!

They shut you into debt and then they ... up your whole life!

They're all ...!

They deserve everything they get.

How much did you borrow, Aled?

Two grand.

I'm the victim here!

And what happened after the argument?

I went to the pub and I got ...-faced.

Loads of people saw me.

Never take on the Chapmans.

[Distant phones ringing] [Typing] Are you sure you should be here?

Yeah, the doc said it was fine.

I've got a pretty tough nut, you know.

How did it go, anyway?

Charged with assaulting a police officer, but multiple witnesses corroborate his alibi for the time of the shootin'.

Rachita: Liam, where are we at with the forensics on Frank's car?

Uh, there are some other prints on the back-seat door handles, but none that match any on our database.

The blood is all his.

Also, forensics are back from the whisky glasses in his kitchen.

One had traces of saliva which match his, but the other had no trace of DNA.

So whoever it was didn't even take a sip?

There is something else, though, ma'am.

I've been studying the CCTV from the Persian restaurant, like you said, and look at this.

[Types] Rav Mochani leaves around 2218 and then doesn't return.

Sharan and Priya are still at the restaurant 'til 1:45 a.m. and then, ANPR picked up his vehicle half a mile away from West Central Hospital.

Rav Mochani has form.

We know he likes to mark his territory.

He's used scare tactics in Leicester in the past.

He has a lot to gain from taking on the Chapmans, and now, he potentially doesn't have an alibi.

Look into Rav Mochani's phone records and movements in the days leading up to Chapman's murder.

I'm gonna check in with Clive, see who's shown up for Frank.

[Typing] ♪ Rachita: Kwesi, are you still at the Mochani shop?

Yep.

Still here, ma'am.

Great.

Stay there.

I want you to keep eyes on Rav.

[Phone beeps] [Indistinct chatter and laughter] [Camera shutter clicks] [Click click] [Click] Been meaning to say, after the Mochani meet, I didn't know you could sign.

I did a course years ago.

I can only remember a few words, mainly how to swear.

[Chuckles] Rachita: Is this lot mourning or celebrating?

Clive: It can't be.

[Camera shutter clicking] Rachita: What?

That's Lou Kirkby.

The ... he doing here?

Rachita: Who's he?

Clive: Oh, he used to be into all sorts: fraud, drugs, you name it.

Last I heard, he was doing 20 years.

Well, do you reckon he's worth checking out?

Yeah, possibly... though he's probably just here to show his face.

Oh, bloody...bollocks.

Rachita: Here.

Clive: Ta.

Weren't you wearing that yesterday?

[Sighs] Bloody washing machine's on the blink.

Bloke can't get out to us 'til next Tuesday.

[Camera shutter clicks] ♪ Rachita: What's he after?

[Camera shutter clicks] ♪ [Camera shutter clicks] Something's up.

[Distant car horn honks] ♪ [Car doors close] [Engine turns over] ♪ [Camera shutter clicks] ♪ [Camera shutter clicks] ♪ They know.

[Camera shutter clicks] This is all for show.

They know we're watching 'em They want us here.

[Overlapping chatter] [Rock music playing] ♪ Dad?

You all right?

Yeah.

Sorry, love.

Miles away.

Tough day.

Babe, think you should make a toast to your dad now, before she gets on one.

Come on.

[Distant car horn honks] [Engine revving] [Brakes screech, parking brake cranks] ♪ [Muffled shouting] Kilo, Mike 459 to Control.

We have an armed robbery in Mochani jewellery shop.

Correction.

It's an abduction.

Two IC1 males wearing guerilla masks.

They're taking Rav Mochani.

-Sierra, Brava 2-9 to Control.

-Sierra, Brava 2-9, go ahead.

Get me marked cars and air support.

They're heading northwest towards Ring Road.

Black Transit van--Papa-3-7-0- November-Libra-Foxtrot.

Um... Dad was a man of loyalty.

All: Yeah.

Suzie: Dad was a legend.

[Crowd murmurs] Suzie: A force.

[Engine revving, Rav grunting] Suzie: There was no one like him.

Control: Camera sighting of vehicle at junction at High Street and Ring Road.

[Brakes screech, car horn honks] Clive: You're too close!

We don't have backup!

Control: Sierra Brava 2-9, visual?

[Engine revs] Ma'am?

Suzie: Having him taken from us like this has ripped the heart out of our family.

[Crowd murmurs] Clive: Ma'am, slow down!

[Groaning] [Tires squeal] Ma'am!

[Truck horn honking] And we won't rest until we have justice for Frank.

Crowd: Yes!

Will we?

All: Frank!

Frank!

Frank!

Clive: Stop it!

Stop now!

[Groaning] [Car horn honks] [Brakes screech] [Sighs] Control: Sierra, Brava 2-9, please hold your position and await backup.

[Panting] ...!

[Sighs] Control: Sierra, Brava 2-9, please hold your position and await backup.

♪ [Sighs] ♪