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It feels like I'm losing him all over again.
CALLER: Mercer shot him and Yatesy got him the gun he used.
CALLER: Them Nogga Dogz shouldn't have been on the Croccy Crew patch.
Nobody'll say anything against him because they're all too scared.
We want to know what was said to the police.
I haven't said nothing.
He wasn't here so don't go saying he was!
Please help me! Just say they weren't here!
Everything's going to be all right, I promise!
I know this is going to be bad for us but...
... I feel for her so much. I don't even know if I love you anymore.
I just can't feel anything.
CALLER: The fella you're looking for is Sean Mercer.
Take this to yours and hide it away somewhere, OK?
Mercer was taken to Melvyn's place on the night of the murder.
And who's Melvyn?
Dean Kelly come round, put it up in the loft.
Don't breathe a word of this to anyone, do you understand me?
Yeah.
We found this gun in your loft, Kevin,
and these bullets were with it.
I've looked at this Moody kid,
and in my opinion he comes from a decent family.
I go to prison and Sean's laughing his head off.
The only thing he's holding back on is the full ID of Mercer,
and that's only because he's frightened.
The revolver found in Moody's loft,
it can't have caused the wounds to Rhys's body.
Well, we're all in the shit, then, aren't we?
In relation to the bullet that caused the entry wound,
it's not possible to accurately determine
the precise calibre but it is possible to exclude a calibre.
Paul Johnson, the pathologist,
says the wound was caused by a .357 bullet.
There's no way the weapon I examined
was capable of firing a bullet of that calibre.
MAG1 could only fire a .45 or .455 bullet.
For that reason, we believe
it could not have been the murder weapon.
Any questions?
- Thoughts? - Yeah, you're wrong.
That's the murder weapon.
I just explained why I don't think it can be.
You're going to have to look at it again, Richard.
Because you're missing something.
I'm telling you, that's the murder weapon. Trust me.
But it's an impossibility for that weapon to fire a .45...
No, you go and do whatever it is you do.
And we'll speak again. Yeah?
Because that's the murder weapon.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(DOOR)
Ready?
Please be careful, won't you?
I will.
Dad will be waiting for you outside when you finish.
There's no need. I'll just get the bus.
Please.
OK.
All right.
- See you later. - See you later.
Ta-ra. Here.
Good luck.
(ENGINE STARTS)
You should be at school.
I can't go to school.
I've got to go back to the police station again.
You didn't go yesterday,
or the day before.
You should be at school.
- You've got to go to school, Kevin! - I'm not going back!
You're telling me that Mercer, Yates
and the rest of his little mob are one step ahead of us?
Yeah. So they cooked this up between them?
- I know you're disappointed... - No, Jackie. They didn't. You know why?
Do you know why, Jackie?
Because they're too thick.
Ned? Ned.
Just got forensic in here, right?
It says Moody's brother's DNA
has been found on one of the bullets
that we found in his loft.
Moody's brother?
(TEXT ALERT)
It's Mum. "Is everything OK?"
We've only been gone five minutes!
Better reply.
Dad,
can I just get out here?
I can walk the rest.
And can you wait here tonight too?
Don't tell your mother.
Thanks, Dad.
Ta-ra.
(SOBS)
All right?
Neil!
Come here!
All right, Sean?
Yatesy.
I haven't seen your cousin around in a while.
Same, you know.
Where is he, then?
Why isn't he in school?
I dunno.
Tell Kev we said hello next time you see him.
And say hello from me too, Neil.
What?
Go on. Fuck off.
So I'm going to put it to you, Kevin,
that it was you that gave the gun to Sean Mercer.
No!
Absolutely no way. You and your brother like guns, don't you?
My brother?
And in the loft of your house, Sam,
a revolver was retrieved and a number of rounds of ammunition.
Yeah, but what's that got to do with me?
Well, Sam, on this bullet, which is labelled EBK-7,
we found your DNA.
(DOOR)
Mel?
(FOOTSTEPS)
Thought you'd be in here.
There's loads of pairs of his football socks on his wardrobe,
where he's kicked them up there.
Must have been using them as footballs.
Owen got off all right.
Said you weren't to worry.
You gonna come downstairs and have this?
No, I'm all right up here, thanks.
Thank you.
I was going to call Tesco this morning.
Why?
They said we can stay off as long as we need.
- They've been brilliant. - Yeah.
I was thinking of going back in.
Going back to work?
Just for a couple of days a week
to begin with.
(DOOR)
VIDA: Hiya.
- What? - He's got our Sam in trouble now.
It wasn't my fault!
They've got to go back in again for more questioning.
They found my DNA on the bullets in the loft.
- They what? - It was Dean Kelly.
He brought this bullet to ours one day in a panic.
Hid it behind the Stevie G picture in our bedroom.
Sam knocked the frame and it fell down.
I just picked it up to look at, then put it back.
Deano come round and took it away again a few weeks later and...
we never saw it again.
A bullet?
Have you told the police the truth about everything, Kevin?
You're not holding anything back, are you?
I still haven't told them it was definitely Sean Mercer
- that gave me the gun. - Bloody hell, Kevin!
But if I do that, I'm a grass, aren't I?
So what are you gonna do, then, go to prison for him?
That's what I said.
He's killed a little boy, Kevin.
A totally innocent little boy.
You have got to stop digging yourself in deeper and deeper!
See you, Jord! See you later, Mum!
(BANGING)
Claire?
(BANGING)
Claire?
I know you're in there.
(BANGING)
Claire! I know you're in there!
Where do you think you're going?
'Ey, we've talked about what you can say.
I can speak for myself, thank you.
You can say the boys was round your house.
Nathan, Sean and Yatesy, but just on a different night.
That way you won't really be lying.
What do you mean, a different night?
Say we came round on Monday or Tuesday instead of Wednesday.
If anyone says otherwise, tell them they got the days mixed up.
Why have I got to do that if you've got alibis?
You know what the police are like.
If they can grab anyone for this, they will.
It won't matter if they're innocent or not.
I'll have to think about it.
Yeah, you think about it!
You have a bloody good think!
(DOG BARKS)
- That you done, is it, Tom? - It is, Ned.
Sorry we never found any bloody bullets.
Would have made things a lot easier if you had.
True enough.
- MARK: Boss is on the warpath again. - Go on.
She's not happy with the interviews the Moody lads gave.
I told her Kevin Moody is back in tomorrow but
she is pushing hard for us to charge them, boss.
I'll deal with it in the morning.
Any joy on Melvyn?
Have we found Melvyn's place yet?
We're looking at the phone records to see if any Melvyns
made a call from the murder scene that day but nothing yet.
- There can't be that many. - I know. I know.
Fucking Melvyn?
All right, boss.
- I'll speak to you tomorrow. - See you later.
(SIGHS)
Mel, Dave's here.
- Hiya, Dave. - All right, Mel?
- Have a seat, Dave. - Where's Owen?
He's upstairs, doing his homework.
Back at school now. Sixth form.
Do you want some tea?
No. No, you're all right, thanks, Steve. I'm fine.
I'd offer you something stronger but
Mel doesn't want to have any alcohol in the house.
Wants us to keep clear heads.
How have you been?
Oh...
- You know. - I still set a place for him at the table, Dave.
Steve says he's ready to go back to work.
But, you know, that's him,
- shutting it all away inside. - I'm not shutting it inside.
People grieve differently.
Do some decorating, service the car, go to work...
Come on now, Dave hasn't come round here to listen to us arguing.
- I'm sorry. - Sorry, Dave.
It's all right.
I just wanted to come round to give you a bit of an update.
I know it must feel like things are dragging along
- at a snail's pace and I'm sorry about that. - But...
you're getting there, aren't you?
To be honest, we still haven't got enough evidence
to bring any charges yet.
Just as we put one fire out, another one springs up
but we're slugging away.
Is it right that everyone knows who did it?
Owen said he saw something on the internet.
Mel and I won't look. We don't want to know about rumours.
No, you're right, yeah.
There's names being bandied about,
one in particular.
But we only get one chance at this.
And if we don't go to court with the strongest possible case,
well, the whole thing'll collapse.
And I don't want to do that to you.
Not after you put your trust in me.
We have total confidence in you, Dave.
Thanks.
Thanks. That means a lot, that.
Hey! Where are you going?
KEVIN: I wanna say something that's been on my mind.
When you asked before
about how sure I was
that it was Sean Mercer that gave me the gun round Jordan's,
I said I was 80 percent sure.
Well, I'm not.
I'm 100 percent sure.
It was definitely Sean.
I've got to ask you, Kevin, why did you not tell us this before?
Because I was scared.
I still am.
SANDRA: Now that my brother's said this, he needs protection.
He's very vulnerable where he is.
Mum's told me he's not going to school
at the moment because of everything.
We're all very worried about him.
Is that right, Kevin?
Well, as it stands right now,
you're still a suspect
in this investigation.
So my advice to you is to continue to answer our questions
truthfully and honestly.
Do you understand me?
We have to consider charging him.
And perhaps his brother, for that matter.
Possession of a firearm is a serious offence.
- He's just given us Mercer. - Not without a struggle.
There's no way he'll give evidence against Mercer
unless he gets a Section 71, full immunity.
He links Mercer to the murder weapon.
We don't know that is the murder weapon.
According to Richard, it's the wrong calibre.
That's the murder weapon. I've asked him to do more tests.
I wish I could share your faith.
I don't think I'm in a position yet to give consent to charge.
The briefing document you've prepared on Moody, Dave,
it's with the Attorney General.
- Let's wait for her response. - And that's the right call, Helen.
OK.
Thank you, both.
Dave, can you stay for a moment, please?
If you only knew how much I am protecting you, Dave.
How much I am shielding you from the pressure we're under.
- I'm just trying to do my job. - We all are, Dave.
We all want the same thing.
OK.
(MOTOR HUMS)
You're not supposed to drink with it.
What are you doing up?
What does it say?
You've ruined it, creeping up on me.
Stupid thing doesn't even work, anyway.
I'm sorry.
By "doesn't work" I assume you mean your readings are too high.
What's up?
It'll kill me if I get the boot before I see this one through, though.
I'll feel like I've let Mel and Steve down.
Lovely mum and dad.
Hard working.
Good home.
Beautiful little boy.
They just snuffed him out.
And for what?
Fuck all.
I hate them, Donna.
I do. I hate them.
I don't think we'll do another test just now.
You mustn't hate, Dave.
That only poisons you.
Just remember you care.
What's happening, Claire?
Been out talking to anyone you shouldn't have?
All right, Claire?
We've just come round to see if your Jordan wants to come out.
You know he won't, Sean.
You know he never comes out now.
So why don't you just leave him alone?
(DOOR SLAMS)
We looked at the cell site analysis
at the Fir Tree the night of the murder, right?
We found a series of phone calls by a guy called Gary Kays
to another guy we later discover to be his best friend.
So following these phone calls at 6:40pm, right,
that's 50 minutes before the murder,
this best friend calls...
... Sean Mercer.
Yeah?
My guess is that it's this phone call
that starts the whole chain of events that night.
Because it's this guy
who calls Mercer and says, "Hey, you know what?
There's Nogga Dogz on our patch, you know.
What are you gonna do about it?"
Who's the mate?
The guy's name is Melvyn Coy.
Fucking Melvyn.
- Nice one. - Here we are. That's the gaff.
So this is Melvyn's place?
Yeah.
We think this is where they brought Mercer on the night of the murder.
His mates get rid of his clothes,
they wash him down in petrol
and it destroys any GSR.
Something's definitely been burnt in here. I can smell it.
We've established that Melvyn Coy owns a green Ford Galaxy.
The other lock-up owners say it's frequently parked here
and we've got it on CCTV turning into this estate
on the night of the murder.
Claire Olssen said a khaki people-carrier
picked up Mercer, Yates and Quinn outside her house.
Khaki? Green?
Coy's and Kays' phones
place them near Olssen's house at
ten past eight, then a mast
about a quarter of a mile from here picks them up at 8:20,
and they stay in the area till 8.55.
How old are they, Kays and Coy?
24, 25.
Both linked to the Croccy group.
(PHONE)
Hello?
Dave Kelly.
Yes, ma'am.
Look, I'm back this afternoon. Can we discuss it then?
Yes, ma'am.
Fucking hell.
For fuck's sake! She wants us to arrest Dean Kelly
over this bullet he hid in Moody's bedroom.
Ned, Ned...
Think about it, Mark.
We arrest him,
we have to reveal Moody's put him in the frame,
and he's named Mercer and everyone else.
- Take it easy. - No.
Kelly'll just go, "No comment."
We won't have enough evidence to charge and we'll have to release him.
And what'll that have achieved? Fuck all!
Apart from putting a big target on Moody's back?
Nobody asked why I wasn't there with you today, none of the teachers?
No.
I just... I don't want them to think I don't care but...
I just couldn't face it, Owen, you know,
all those people.
- You understand, don't you? - Of course I do.
All right, I'm off.
Bye, Dad.
(SIGHS)
See you later.
Right, listen up, you lot!
I've just been informed that the batteries on the probes have gone.
Now we won't be able to hear what Mercer,
Yates and all the other little cronies are thinking.
My guess
is they're gonna start breathing a little easier.
They're gonna be thinking
they still haven't been charged,
and there's still no sign of them being charged.
Maybe it's all blown over.
Maybe the bizzies have got nothing on them.
So now's the time
to keep your foot on the throats.
Keep attacking their versions of events.
Yeah? Start smashing holes in them.
If we keep at it...
we'll get there.
All right, Richard. What have you got for me?
I think we may have found an answer.
You'll be familiar with the footage from camera two
- at the Fir Tree public house? - Yeah.
Right...
Right.
Now, as we advance frame by frame,
we can first isolate the moment
that the first bullet strikes the metal container in the car park.
The boys on the bikes react to the sound,
assume that's where the danger is coming from,
and start to cycle away from it as fast as they can.
Rhys instinctively does the same, turning.
We now think he isn't struck by the second bullet
until after he's turned.
It means the bullet would have entered
through the back of his shoulder
and exited through the front of his neck.
OK, so you're saying what we thought was the entry wound...
Is, in fact, the exit wound, yeah, and vice versa.
But that would mean that the entry wound would be massive
and the exit wound would be tiny?
We did some tests on the revolver MAG1, and discovered that
because the gun is so old,
the rifling's worn smooth, the barrel's expanded.
The bullets found with the weapon were .45 calibre,
which is slightly smaller than the .455 calibre
- the weapon was designed to fire. - Mm-hm?
If these .45s were used in the car park that day,
then over distance they would begin to tumble,
end over end over end, like this, instead of spinning,
as would normally happen with proper rifling.
According to Paul Johnson,
it's this tumbling action which could have produced such a large wound.
It didn't drill itself into the body as would normally happen.
And test firings produced a large, distinctive-shaped wound,
similar to the one found on Rhys's body.
Yeah. So why is the exit wound so small?
With a handgun like that...
... this is the sort of exit wound I would expect to see
as the bullet squeezed out through the skin.
I think it's the size of the other wound,
which is totally atypical, which has caused the confusion here.
We also discovered,
from analysis of the football shirt Rhys was wearing,
there's residue around the wound
to the back of the shirt but not the front,
which would confirm to me that the wound at the back
is the entry wound.
So that means that MAG1 is back on as the murder weapon?
That would be consistent with our findings.
Thanks. Thank you.
(SIGHS)
(KNOCKING)
You still got that bottle of champagne
our Donna bought you? We're gonna pop it.
Cos we've just got this off Helen Morris.
CPS have agreed to offer Moody a Section 71 immunity.
- Ned, we've got a problem. - What is it now?
We've got a problem.
Come on, lad, you're like the fucking angel of death, you are!
Show him.
What's this?
All of these were found on the hard drive to Moody's computer.
- Moody's? - When we were doing background checks.
And there are these as well.
These are Live Windows Messenger conversations on his computer.
"I will make that disappear, no problem."
What's all this about?
Ned, whatever it is, it doesn't look good, does it?
How do you explain us finding these images on your computer, Kevin?
- They're not mine. - I don't believe you. I think you're lying.
You're lying.
- Well, I did download that one. - Which one?
That one.
_
So that's what you want to do, is it, eh? Do you want to shoot people?
No.
I was just being stupid.
Just showing off.
The others are nothing to do with me.
What about this, then?
This is a Live Windows Messenger conversation
that you had in February this year.
In response to the question about someone
wanting to get rid of a firearm, you respond:
"I will make that disappear, no problem."
"I will make that disappear." That's you, Kevin.
That's not me! I never wrote that.
I never wrote that!
How did it get to be on your computer, then, Kevin?
In your own private area protected by a password?
It's not private like that.
Whoever uses the computer, it just looks like it's me
- but everyone uses it when they're round. - Who's "everyone"?
All my mates when they're round, they log on.
They all know the password. And my brother's mates.
Even Dean Kelly, when he's round,
he logs on, and he's on it all night.
- Dean Kelly uses that computer? - Yeah.
- Dean Kelly? - Dean Kelly.
It's the truth. Honestly, it is.
Let's do it.
What is it you're unhappy with, Claire?
You said on the phone it's something to do with your statement?
I've been thinking,
and I'm not absolutely certain that those lads
didn't come round on the Tuesday,
rather than the Wednesday.
Tuesday?
Yeah.
It might be safer to put the Tuesday or the Wednesday in the statement.
- What's happened? - Nothing.
- Come on, Claire. Talk to me. - Nothing.
It's what I think.
I'll have something later.
(SIGHS)
Yeah,
chocolate and ice-cream on the sofa.
The wrappers and the empty tub are in the bin.
It makes me feel better...
- ... for about three seconds. - (DOOR)
Now, come on. Here he is now.
Be nice.
- Hi, Deborah. - Hi, Steve.
- Owen get off to school OK? - Yeah.
And she dropped him at the gates
instead of down the road like you've been doing.
He asked me to.
You promised me!
He didn't like being dropped off in front of his mates.
To be fair, he did say that to me.
I don't care. I have to know he's safe.
Why haven't you answered my texts?
- I thought you'd be asleep. - (SCOFFS)
Anyway...
... it went all right at work.
Lots of people asked after you.
Did they?
I said I'd go in again next week.
I'm off to bed.
Thanks for
- taking Owen. - No probs.
So go on. What's happened?
Someone must have got at her.
She's shitting herself.
She's absolutely shitting herself. I can tell.
Tuesday or Wednesday? That's no good to anyone, is it?
Look, I've got to go. I'll speak to you later.
All right, Helen? Sorry I'm late.
- Do you want a tea or coffee or anything? - No, I'm good.
Have you had some bad news?
Yeah, Claire Olssen's getting cold feet.
What do you think about the stuff on Moody's computer?
We could have done without it.
But I think it's what we'd have expected to find, isn't it?
This boy is on the fringes of that world.
Inevitably it spills over into his.
Well, I agree with you.
I'm not sure if ACC Gallan does, though.
The bottom line is that the CPS is satisfied with his explanation
for the images and messages on his computer,
and that other people had access to that computer.
We're happy to proceed with a Section 71.
Brilliant. Thank you.
Thanks.
And then sign here and here.
So what happens now, then?
Witness Protection will take you somewhere safe. OK?
Even we won't know where you are.
Do I get to go home and get my stuff?
No.
No, you can't, son.
That's it.
You can never go home again.
Sean Mercer, you are charged with that on August 22nd, 2007,
you did unlawfully kill Rhys Jones contrary to common law.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
Do you understand, James?
No reply.
In view of the serious nature of this offence,
because of the risk of further offences being committed
and the likelihood of Mercer absconding,
we ask that he be remanded in custody.
Just wait here, Kevin.
OK. Come through.
OK, make yourself at home.
Thanks for seeing me.
I've got some news.
Earlier this morning,
we arrested and charged Sean Mercer
with the murder of Rhys.
Sean Mercer?
Yeah.
Never heard of him.
He was 16
- and he's from Croxteth. - 16?
- Do you know him? - No.
Why, Dave?
Why did it happen?
The whole thing was about gangs and territory.
You know, the usual moronic nonsense.
One end of the street, you're in one gang,
the other end of the street, you're in another.
And they're trying to kill each other over a postcode.
You know, the papers...
The papers keep on saying
that Rhys was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Yeah, I've read that.
He wasn't.
This...
This Sean Mercer who killed him, he was.
Rhys was where he should have been,
doing what he should have been doing.
Oi! Baby killer!
- You better watch your back in here la'. - You what?
Fuck off. Let's have it, you fuckin' rat!
- You little Croccy prick. - OK, Lenny, that's enough. Come on.
YATES: I need protection in here.
It's all right for Sean. He's 17, he's in a kids' prison.
But there's proper fellas in here.
I'm a trophy now, aren't I?
What do you mean?
Any Nogga Dogz in here will be desperate to say
they were the ones what did me.
I want to tell the truth.
It's important to tell the truth, isn't it?
I mean, it's the right thing to do, isn't it? (SNIFFS)
Telling the truth is the right thing to do, yes, James.
(CRIES) The little lad...
(SNIFFS) He was never meant to get hurt. That wasn't what it was about.
James, I'm gonna take some notes as we talk, OK?
(SNIFFS)
I'm worried about my mum and dad.
My solicitor says our house was being bugged
and I'm worried they'll get in trouble for trying to help me.
This has got nothing to do with them.
None of this has.
None of what, James?
(DOORBELL)
Who's that?
Thought they were going to the pictures.
They are. They probably forgot something.
- Hi, Mark. - I smell something nice.
Oh, God. Let him in the kitchen, have you?
- (LAUGHS) - Listen, before you start,
I've got some good news.
I'll leave yous to it.
Thanks, Donna.
Go on, then.
I wanted to come round and tell you in person.
Yates wants to do a deal.
- You what? - Yeah.
He spoke to a prison warder and he said that
he wants to tell the truth.
Come on, Ned. Listen, Claire Olssen,
she's already changed her account.
Gallan still has doubts about Moody standing up in court.
- She's got a point. - Has she?
I just think this is a guaranteed result on Yates
and it's gonna help the case against Mercer.
What sort of deal does he want?
He wants a promise that if he tells the truth about what happened,
that his mum and dad won't be charged with anything.
He just wants to keep them completely out of it, that's it.
And what's Gallan said?
I haven't had a chance to speak to her yet.
I came straight here.
OK.
Well, here's my answer.
Tell him to go and fuck himself.
OK.
- Very nice, Ned. - I want him and his parents.
You've got to see reason, man.
You're taking this way too personal.
This is personal, Mark.
This is my city, right? I live here. So do you.
I think you should have a fucking brandy or something because
I don't know what's wrong with you.
What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?
- Me? - Yeah. You wanna do a deal.
Well, you go and explain that to Rhys's mum and dad.
You go and explain that to a mother
who watched her 11-year-old son die in a car park.
Thanks for that, Dave.
Because you're the only one that's feeling this!
That's not what I'm saying.
No. Mercer and Yates
and everyone that's helped them, every last one of them,
they have to realise that what they've done is unacceptable.
And we're not gonna put up with it.
So, no.
No deal.
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