Law & Order: UK

In the criminal justice system, the people are represented

by two separate yet equally important groups...

the police who investigate crime

and the Crown Prosecutors who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Can't get enough of that unique blend!

What is it?

Seven pieces. I paid for nine.

It was a mistake, that's all. It doesn't matter.

Bastard ripped me off. That's not on.

No-one eats nine, anyway.

You throw up after five. Scientific fact.

Chris. Chris!

Chris! Shit.

Are you joking right now? For a piece of chicken?

Oi! You owe me a... Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up! Get over there! Move!

Give me the money! Hurry up!

I said... over there! You wanna die?

What's that?

Oh, Christ!

What have you done? Give me the money! Come on!

Quicker! Hurry up!

You, get back! You, get back!

Get down! Stay down!

Come on, come on, come on!

Get out of the way!

Out! Hurry!

Get out of the car! No!

Do it! DO IT! You need to put the gun down.

What's going on? Frankie!

Jamie, behind you!

Get in the car, quick!

You bloody idiot! You shot him!

Come on, drive or you're dead. Go! Go! Go!

Get inside.

So you didn't get a good look at him,

and he never took off the balaclava?

No.

I only wanted a couple of pieces of chicken.

Thanks.

What time? It was about two. Just after the lunchtime rush.

How much did they take? A grand, maybe more.

Anything that you can remember about them at all?

He had a gun.

Anything else? He had a gun.

Right, thank you.

The blue Astra... that's the robbers' car. We're running the plates.

What about the car they got away in?

A silver Omega. No-one saw the registration, but it was a cab.

Had one of those pre-book-only, private-hire stickers on the window.

Yeah. And the driver? Hostage, maybe.

Or millstone. Yeah.

Anything else? Yeah.

Some witnesses said the accomplice got hit by a stray bullet.

His mate shot him?

He was holding the gun like that. So zero control.

We should be grateful more people didn't get killed.

Yeah, well, one's enough.

All right, Pete, what have you got?

Gordon McKenzie. 44. Quantity surveyor.

And according to this, he was on his way to a job interview.

Ended up trying to be a hero.

I'm sure that'll be a big comfort.

We traced the Astra to a Jeff Miller.

Said it was nicked from outside his flat where he left it. Oh, yeah?

Watertight alibi. At the time of the robbery

he was doing the six-two shift at a petrol station.

And he's got proof of that? Yeah.

Three colleagues, eight cameras...

Thank you. Ronnie! ..and about 250 motorists.

What about the Omega driver... any news?

Not yet. Of the driver or the car.

I was afraid of that. Missing Persons have been alerted.

We're checking all listed cab firms to see if any drivers went AWOL.

Maybe he was going home. See if there's a worried wife out there.

Yeah. The bullets we retrieved from the scene are from a 9mm handgun.

That's the murder weapon we're after.

Chances are they've still got the gun.

That's right.

We've found the Omega cab firm.

Yeah, Mikey's one of my best drivers.

Always on time. Always courteous.

Punters love him. And he never got home today?

Well, he had a pick-up at Gatwick. It was a nightmare.

Plane was delayed, so he'd been hanging around

at the airport since the crack of dawn.

So I just told him to drop the passenger off,

and then go home and get some shut-eye.

His wife's been calling him on his mobile and getting nothing.

When she's not calling him, she's calling me.

What time was the drop-off? About two.

Where was that?

Falkland Road.

That's round the corner from the chicken place.

What chicken place? Has something happened?

Michael Coombes. White male, 43.

Ex-Army, three years in Afghanistan.

The mug-shot's from his taxi-driver's licence.

We'll have a better one after we get back from his wife.

No need.

This is Mrs Coombes.

DS Brooks and DS Casey. I called his work.

They said you'd been there. Have you found him?

We've got a lot of men looking, Mrs Coombes.

He couldn't just disappear. Someone must've seen something.

And if they did, we will find them.

Yeah. Take a seat, please.

When was the last time you saw your husband?

Er... this morning.

And anything out of the ordinary happen?

No. When he left, it was still dark.

He didn't want to put the light on and disturb me.

He kissed me.

I went off to sleep.

And it was later that I saw he'd forgotten his spare inhaler.

Right. So he's asthmatic, yeah? Yeah.

Just a minute.

Yes?

Please, carry on. He's had a couple of bad attacks.

Hospital, ventilators, the whole...

It came on just after he got back from Afghanistan.

They say there isn't a connection, but he was fine before he left.

Tash, would you mind taking Mrs Coombes for a cup of tea?

Thanks. We'll come and find you in a minute.

Thank you.

They just brought a bloke into Royal Caledonian A&E.

They found him unconscious at King's Cross with 600 quid in his pocket.

So? He's been shot.

They found him in the train toilet just before it pulled out.

He'd lost a lot of blood. Here's what they found on him.

Frank Donovan, who lives half a mile from Jeff Miller and his blue Astra.

And where is he, please? He's there.

They're just about to take him into surgery.

Frank Donovan? What happened to the driver you kidnapped? Not now.

What did you do with him, Frank? You'll have to wait.

Where is he, before it's too late? That's enough. He needs surgery.

The man he kidnapped suffers from asthma. He could be in danger.

We need him to tell us where he is. After surgery.

And if he doesn't make it?

Frank Donovan. He's got form, but low-rent stuff.

He did a stretch for ABH a couple of years ago. Nothing since then.

He's certainly making up for lost time today, isn't he?

Yeah.

You think, if we ever find him,

Michael Coombes will be needing that inhaler again?

I think this is a robbery that's gone badly out of control.

I think we're dealing with desperate men with shooters,

which is never a good combo.

But I honestly think, until there's a body, Sam,

there is hope.

Here we go.

How is he?

He'd been bleeding internally for hours.

And the bullet? Is he awake?

He's just out of surgery, Detective. He's lost a lot of blood.

What he needs... Is he awake?

Thank you.

Go easy on him.

Nurse? Will you excuse us? Thank you.

Hello, Frank.

Michael Coombes.

Tell us where he is, and you can get some more rest.

Can you pass me that... that drink down there?

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

You don't remember the robbery, the shooting, the man you kidnapped?

See, this is all news to me.

How do you explain getting shot, then?

It must've been kids, you know?

Thank you.

The best you can do, is it, Frank?

You think this is the first day on the job for us, do you?

How do you explain the money, Frank, eh?

600 quid, cash.

I won it on the horses. What horse? What race?

Ask my lawyer. Miriam Pescatore.

She'll know.

Come on!

What is the matter...?

Can we avoid assaulting the beverage dispenser, Ron? Hello, guv.

Audrey Coombes is ringing me every ten minutes.

The local press have got the story.

What have you got for me? He wants his lawyer.

All right, guv? Sam.

Did they retrieve the bullet? No. It was a through-and-through.

It might be in the Omega. Let's hope so.

So far we're looking a little flat-footed.

Any traces from the Astra? Nothing yet.

No prints, no DNA, nothing to link Frank Donovan to the crime.

Although Mr Donovan doesn't know that, does he?

So Michael Coombes... where is he? Did you kill him too?

We've got traces of your DNA, Frank, all over that Astra.

It puts you at the scene. Where's my lawyer?

Robbery and murder.

That's right... murder. The guy who got shot at the scene's dead.

So now there's a mum trying to explain to her two kids

why Dad isn't ever coming home again.

It doesn't matter who actually pulled the trigger.

We can get you on joint enterprise. That means life.

So don't make it any worse than it is, Frank. Where is he?