03x02 - Episode 2

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TV: 'k*lled in a hit and run
in Lewisham last night.

'Police have not yet released
the woman's name,

'but they are treating the death
as suspicious

'and have asked for witnesses.'

Mum's gone to work. Want some toast?

Er, yeah, sure.

What were you doing out there?
Nothing.

"Nothing..."

Look, I'm sorry about Spencer, Ryan.

I hope they catch who done it.
They won't.

LETTERBOX CLATTERS

That's yours. I gotta go, OK?

He cut me! Ry, what's going on?

Ryan Kennedy?

Who's asking? I'm Sarah Collins,
this is Lee Coutts.

We're detectives from the Met.

You're not in any trouble.

It's about your friend Spencer.
Can we come in?

How are you doing, Ryan?
Good.

You and Spence were close.

I heard how upset you were
when you called 999.

We know you were there, Ryan.

No comment.

That's for suspects. You're not
a suspect, you're a witness.

Whatever. I don't know anything.

Is that like the not-knowing that
doesn't wanna talk to the police?

Because if it is,
there's a way you can talk to us

without it ever
being linked back to you.

No, I'm good.

Do you not want justice for Spencer?

Sorry... you made me nervous,
the way your hand moved.

Have you... Have you got something?

Come on, mate, just... show us.

I let you guys in, and you said
I weren't gonna be in any trouble.

No. You're right.

You asked us in.

We just wanna talk.

But you've made us nervous.

I think you've got a knife.

And it's not against the law
for you to have it in here,

but I think we'd feel a lot better
if it was out in the open.

Can I take it?

That's a zombie knife.

I'm afraid that is ill*gal.

This time, I'm not going to arrest
you, but we will have to keep it.

Can we talk about Spencer?

I want to find whoever k*lled him,
don't you?

No comment.

You called last night.
Yeah.

Sarah Collins came to my flat, she
wanted to know about Ryan Kennedy.

What'd you tell her?

I didn't say anything about Perseus.
Good.

But I gave her the VRM of the car
that picked up Ryan outside Farlow.

I'm sorry. I didn't have a choice.

Well, yeah, you did.

You just don't give her
the information.

It's a m*rder inquiry. A dead kid.

Yeah. Fair enough.

Don't worry about it, it's fine.

Calling you at home, I...
I hope I didn't cause any trouble.

No. It's fine. Come in.

Let me tell you about Ryan Kennedy.

Elaine? 'At bloody last.
You overslept or something?'

We've been with Ryan Kennedy.
'Oh, yeah, you said. Silly me.'

What is it? Girl k*lled
in a hit and run last night,

might be connected to Spencer.
How?

'One, she was hit by a Touareg.'

Same model, same colour

as the one that picked up Ryan
after his arrest.

'Two, first on scene
checked the call log.'

An hour before Spencer was k*lled,
she called the same number

that Ryan did
after Spencer was k*lled.

'So they both knew
our mystery man.'

Yep. I'm heading to the scene now.
I've sent you a PIN. Guv.

Ryan Kennedy.
Ryan's dad, Aaron Kennedy.

He and Shakiel were mates.
Started out as baby drug dealers,

working out of the bedroom
of Shakiel's mum's flat.

That was the first time
that I nicked Shakiel.

Possession, more than...
ten years ago now.

D 2016. He's dead?

Yeah. Yeah, k*lled. By him.

Daniel Harris. But we didn't know
that he'd k*lled Ryan's dad

until he himself was k*lled
two years later.

By now,
I'm a DS in the m*rder squad,

and it is the second time
that I nick Shakiel.

Harris was stabbed in a nightclub in
the middle of a crowded dance floor.

No-one saw a thing.

I interviewed people
with Harris's blood all over them.

None of them saw a thing.
CCTV?

No, by the time we arrived,
the hard drive had disappeared.

But we knew it was working

cos licensing had checked
two days previous.

The owner was prosecuted
for perverting.

She just sucked it up.

Entered a guilty plea,
served her 12 months.

But you know it was Shakiel.

He waited two years. Two years to do
it in public, so everybody knew.

No-one's crossed him.
Not then, not since.

Sounds like you admire him.
Maybe.

I mean, there's nothing gangster
about him. No bling, no swagger.

But I also hate him.
He's got two kids in private school.

Houses, apartments,
lawyers, accountants,

and he uses children
to deal his drugs,

and if they cross him...

Once they cross him, they die.

Spencer Cardoso was a child,
and he's dead.

Don't you have something,
somewhere, in all of this

to help Sarah Collins
find his k*ller?

That's not the point, Lizzie.

If Collins gets any intel
from Perseus,

it'll affect how she talks to,
how she deals with the witness,

and that's gonna get back
to Shakiel, it just would.

Which in turn
would jeopardise everything

that I've worked for, everything.
Two years of my life, gone.

You're not OK, are you?

Something's happened.
Nothing's happened.

Kieran. It's me.

My wife kicked me out.

Because of my phone call.

I did promise her I wouldn't
work with you again, so...

Then I'll leave. Right now, I'll go.
No.

No. I don't want you to.

DOOR OPENS
MAN: Morning.

Hey...

POLICE CHATTER

b*stard nearly took her leg off.

Why are we saying it's a homicide?
Farlow CID said they have a witness.

Working girl, same as this poor kid.

Witness saw a car
stopped at the light.

She thought,
"Oh, new girl's got a punter."

Car moves towards her,
and then it just leaps forward.

Girl starts running,
car keeps accelerating, bang.

Car hits her, keeps on going.

New girl?
Witness hadn't seen her before.

And there was no ID, only the phone,

which was like a burner,
nothing personal.

Traffic light cams? No.
Probably why they use this spot.

MAN: If you won't let me through,
ask them to come out.

They'll wanna hear this.

Ash Curren, Farlow CID.
He's the one who briefed me.

TRAIN RATTLES OVERHEAD

Arif. Hi. Sarah Collins.

You got something?

HE SCOFFS
OK, no small talk, then.

I haven't got anything, this clever
clogs has. He just ID'd our girl.

I was first on scene. I had
a feeling that I'd seen her around,

so I talked to the girls
that work Gallowstree Lane.

They recognised her. Please tell me
you didn't take a photo of the body.

He described her.
I'm not a f*cking idiot.

Yeah, right. Sorry, Arif.

Her name's Alexandra Moss,
known as Lexi.

The girls didn't understand
why she was out here,

it's not her usual patch.

Did you get an address for her?

Flat 76, Portland Tower.

Thanks.

Oh, she was a beauty. What happened?

Was that a reason to k*ll her?

Run her over
with a f*cking great car?

Sarah?

Sarah?

Three years ago, two people
fell right past this window.

But Lexi wasn't living here then.

She was winning prizes
at drama school.

Can we worry about her?

Yeah, of course. Sorry. OK. Got
the number plate for the Touareg.

Traffic cam
half a mile before the hit.

It's false. That vehicle is sitting
on a teacher's driveway in Cardiff.

So she was hit by a ringed vehicle.
Even more evidence it's m*rder.

And I tracked down
the VRM Lizzie Adama gave you.

It's a rental.

I got the name and the address
of the guy who rented it.

They're both false.

But Mr Fake Name rented it
a few times.

And he called this morning to ask
if he could keep it for another day.

Good. Get over there, see if he's...

PHONE RINGS

So... Sarah Collins.
See if he's on the office CCTV.

I know. You're not the boss of me.

Sorry, who is this?

'Mary Shaw, Kieran's wife.
I need to see you.'

What about?

I tell you face to face,
or not at all.


Do you, erm...?

I know where that is.

Mrs Shaw, does your husband...
DISCONNECT TONE

Yo, Jodie, and Shell...

What's going on?
Don't pretend you don't know!

She's dead!
What?

Lexi! Shakiel k*lled her.

Ran her over with a f*cking car!

Shakiel did. Shakiel!

Yeah, he quizzed me a bit, then
asked me if I wanted to step up.

'Meaning he wants you to be, what?'

His driver? His wingman?
What about Jarral?

My gut says Shakiel
doesn't rate Jarral,

not as much as Jarral thinks.

It'd be amazing. I mean,
Shakiel hasn't really trusted anyone

since Aaron Kennedy was k*lled.
Do you think you can do it?

I can try. He's still jumpy, though.

Half suspects the Met
has an op going against him.

Fact is, he pretty well described
Perseus, including the UCs.

You think we've got a leak?

It's more that he feels
the Met is holding back.

'Watching him, you know?'

DOORBELL RINGS
Yo, Steve!

It's Ryan. Open up.
BANGING ON DOOR

Gotta go, Ryan Kennedy's downstairs.

Ryan Kennedy. A pain in my arse.

Kennedy was my foot in the door,
man.

No Ryan - no Shakiel.

BANGING CONTINUES
Gotta go.

Going to make myself some breakfast.
Bun and cheese.

You want one?

Ginger beer's on the table.

Are you OK, man?

Only I thought you were gonna kick
down the door. Yeah, I'm all right.

I just can't stop thinking
about Spence.

I was there.

When Spence was shanked.
I was... I was with him.

It was a set-up, man.

That crack wh*re Lexi,
asked Shaks for a fix,

so... so he sent us down
with the food.

But she wasn't there.

Just two guys...

They stabbed Spence.

He cut me...

Hey! Help!

SOBS SOFTLY

Hey. Hey. Hey, it's good.

You'll be all right.

It's good, man.
Let it out, let it out, yeah?

HE EXHALES SHAKILY

I went... I went back to Shaks.

I told him that we got to do
something to pay 'em back,

and he just did nothing, bro,
nothing!

Until today...

What do you mean?

Lexi. He had her k*lled.

One of the skets, Michelle,
from Gallowstree Lane.

Said a car hit her,
ran right over her.

It's as if Shaks
wanted everyone to know.

Want one?

Did you know them?
The guys that k*lled Spence?

One was Black.

Tall.

HE GRUNTS

Had a tattoo on his neck.

Like a bird.

Lee got this
from the rental company.

It's the guy who rents the Touareg
under a fake name and address.

It looks like he k*lled Lexi.
So, did he k*ll Spencer, too?

DC Adama said that the Touareg
picked up Ryan Kennedy

outside Farlow nick.

Ryan and Spencer are friends.

So Touareg man
is likely on Spencer's side.

If Lee's right, and he didn't k*ll
Spencer, then why was Lexi k*lled?

Hang on, try this.

Lexi was a junkie, OK?

So, they often get pressured.

You know, "You're buying from
the Soldiers now, not the Bloods."

Lexi calls up Mr Big,
she wants a fix.

Spencer and Ryan go to deliver.

But Lexi's not there, Spencer's
k*ller is. He stabs Spencer.

It sends a message. "This is
our territory now, keep off."

And then Ryan calls up Mr Big
to say he set us up.

So Mr Big deals with Lexi. Probably
next will be whoever k*lled Spencer.

It's good.

And if you're right, it means the
guy with the hair works for Mr Big.

The guy whose phone use suggests
that he is a drug dealer.

Elaine and I
will head to Dalton Tower,

the source of most of these calls.

Archie, Lee,
head back to where Lexi was k*lled.

Talk to the girls,
talk to their punters if you can.

We need to track him down,
otherwise the next thing we'll find

is the Touareg torched
and all the forensics with it.

DOGS BARK

ELAINE SCOFFS

This can't be right.
A shitty basement in a tower block?

LIFT DINGS

I know you. You're that detective.

You here to sort this out, then?

What's the problem?
He uses this like it's his office.

What do you mean his office?

Big Black guy.

Sits right there, makes calls,
does his drug business.

Do you know what he's...
Thank you.

We'll let them know
down at the station.

They'll send someone round.
Yeah. Yeah...

Why did you stop me questioning him?

This has got to be our guy.

The one Ryan called,
the one Lexi called...

Earth to Sarah?

This has gotta be our guy,
don't you think?

Them that ask no questions
Isn't told a lie

Watch the wall, my darling
While the gentlemen go by.

What?

It's a poem about smugglers.

My dad used to read it to me
and my sister when we were little.

God, you're weird.

And why did you stop me
questioning that old geezer?

Because we have just walked into
an undercover police operation.

What, and you know
who the undercover detective...

I get it.

Lexi. He had her k*lled.

One of the skets, Michelle,
from Gallowstree Lane.

Said a car hit her,
ran right over her.

It's as if Shaks wants everyone
to know.

Fill it in...
Sure.

PHONE RINGS

Liz, I'm gonna have to...
OK.

Liz. What's up?
'Hey, erm...'

Hit and run in Lewisham this
morning, know anything about it?

It was last night, actually.

'Victim was Alexandra Moss.'

Lexi.
'Yeah. That's her. Working girl.'

Definitely m*rder?
'Yeah.'

Run down by a white Touareg
with ringed plates.

'What's going on?
Why are you asking?'

Erm... Doesn't matter.
'Liz, tell me.'

Er, I can't, I'm sorry.
Thanks, Arif.

A prost*tute called Lexi Moss
was k*lled last night.

Run over. Pelvis crushed,
left leg basically amputated.

She was mentioned on Steve's tape
the day before yesterday.

Ryan Kennedy mentioned her.
We could've seen she was at risk.

We could've intervened.
How?

Warned her. Got her off the streets.

Telling her what, exactly?

That we have an undercover officer,
that she might possibly be at risk?

Don't patronise me.

I know we can't do that,
but we can do something.

What?

What?

SHE SIGHS

We let Shakiel Oliver
brutally m*rder an innocent woman.

Do you know that Shakiel did it?
Personally?

Did he say it on the tape?
Ryan blames Shakiel.

That's not the same.

What if Sarah Collins
found this out?

And how might she do that?

Sarah's SIO on Lexi's case
because it connects to Spencer's.

Shakiel connects them.

You know you're sitting on stuff
that can help her out on both cases.

So, Sarah could arrest Shakiel?
Yes.

Does it matter what we arrest him
for as long as we arrest him?

Lizzie, think.

Why has Shakiel not spent one night
in a jail cell, not one?

Because he's clever.
Yes. But also clean.

I guarantee you that Shakiel
did not run Lexi Moss down.

Yes, he might've given the order,
but can we prove it? No.

I guarantee he knows who k*lled
Spencer. Ryan Kennedy does too.

But are either of them
gonna tell us? Of course not.

They're their own little world,
Lizzie, and Shakiel is its king.

And, yes, if Sarah
got any of the information,

she could arrest Shakiel.

But will she win a trial,
will they even go to trial? No.

It'll be a meaningless victory.

No justice for Lexi,
no justice for Spencer, and Shakiel?

HE SCOFFS
Even more untouchable.

Hey.
We're gonna bring down the king.

We're gonna catch him

in possession of a car boot
full of automatic weapons,

and he will go to jail
for a very long time.

But it is your choice, Lizzie.

You can be like Sarah and feel
righteous and good about yourself,

or... you can stay here
and do the ugly work...

..and make an actual difference.

Up to you.

Oh, Christ, I forgot.
See you in there.

Mrs Shaw. Sorry I'm late.
It's OK.

I have evidence
about the Portland Tower case.

What evidence?

Before I tell you, I want to know
what you'll do with it.

I won't do anything.

I'm not DSI, it's not
my responsibility any more.

Plus, the Crown Prosecution Service

said they weren't
taking the case to trial,

so the evidence would have to be
overwhelming. It is.

Also, you could be
in legal trouble yourself

for concealing whatever it is
you have for so long.

I don't care.

So, what will you do?

Or must my next call
be to the press?

I will talk to DSI.

They will meet with you
and discuss what it is you have.

I want you to be there.

I don't need to be.
You do.

You're the only one I trust.

I'll give you 24 hours,
then I'm gonna call The Guardian.

Michelle Jones?

What?

Can we talk inside?

Sorry. I just put the kid down,

and if she wakes now,
she'll never sleep.

I wanna ask you about Lexi Moss.

I know you knew her,
and you know she was k*lled.

And, well,
we want to get whoever did it.

"Whoever did it"?

If that's all you lot know,
then you really are useless.

There's a difference between knowing
and actually getting someone.

We need witnesses.
We can offer protection.

A shitty little flat
in Stoke-on-Trent?

My kid growing up alone?
No, thanks. Michelle...

Sorry, I said no. Can you go?

I don't like being seen
talking to you.

You're cute,
but anyone can see you're a cop.

OK.

Yo.

Shakiel.

New ride?
It's the wife's.

Come for a drive.

Thing is, I got ice cream in here.
I don't want it to melt, you get me.

Just give me a sec, yeah?
Sure.

Don't let the ice cream melt.

Call me when you've spoken to her.

I'll be at the first meeting.
After that, it's all yours. Bye.

SHE SIGHS

Elaine. Did we hear back
about the CCTV

at Yilmaz on Gallowstree Lane,
the night it went down?

Erm... Actioned to Farlow nick.

Yilmaz one, Farlow nil.
They haven't done it.

Can you follow that up?
Why me?

Because it's your bloody job.
PHONE RINGS

Yes, Lee.

Been speaking to the girls.

None of them saw anything,
heard anything, know anything.

Why are you calling me, then?

Because one of them, Michelle,
said, and I quote,

"Why can't you lot
get your act together?

"I already told one of you
I didn't know anything."

One of us? Who?

She said it was a Black detective.
Young, pretty.

'She even said she offered her
witness protection.'

OK. Thanks. Get back here.

Yeah!
You learnt that new sound today?

So proud of you!
SHE LAUGHS

Hi.
No. No, no. You can't do this.

You wanna talk? Talk to my boss.
Who is your boss?

DS Curren at Farlow?

He said you'd been transferred,
an off-borough assignment.

So give me the name of
your new boss, and I'll talk to him

and ask why one of his detectives is
questioning my witnesses on my case.

Or you could talk to me.

Come on, sweetheart.

SOFTLY: Look at all the toys...

CHILD BABBLES

Go on, then.

Tell me off, give me a lecture,
whatever.

Why were you talking
to Michelle Jones?

OK. I'll tell you.

You were talking to her
about Lexi Moss,

because Lexi's m*rder

is connected to the boy
you arrested, Ryan Kennedy.

And the m*rder
of his friend Spencer,

and you're upset,
and you wanna know why, and who.

MICROWAVE BEEPS

Great [!]
Well, you already know everything,

so why are you bothering me?

Because I've hit a wall of silence
in the community,

which I've come to expect.

But I'm also hitting
a wall of silence from the police,

which I don't expect.

Which isn't right. And so you know,

I don't care about task forces
or secret operations,

even if Steve Bradshaw is involved.

I care about two young lives.
I care about the law.

Life's so simple for you.

Black and white,
"I'm right, you're wrong."

No...
Well, it's not black and white.

If you had any imagination,

you'd know that there are
competing priorities

and loyalties and doubts and fears,
and that right isn't always right.

And that the law
often doesn't f*cking work,

and that sometimes,
people just can't talk.

FOOD SIZZLING

They're burning.

CHILD BABBLES

Someone said something to me
when I was still a cadet.

They said,
"If you ever find yourself asking,

" 'Should I do this?'

"You already know you shouldn't."

What does that even mean?

That right is always right.

And the reason
you talked to Michelle

is that you know
something's messed up,

someone's priorities are messed up.

And I know
it's unfair to pressure you,

but I will do whatever it takes

to find out
who m*rder*d Spencer and Lexi.

So...

..who's this?

MICROWAVE DINGS

Oh, for f*ck's sake.

LIZZIE BREATHES
SHAKILY

Ujal Jarral.

He's on the PNC.

Thank you.

Ujal Jarral,
run him through the PNC.

Soon as you have an address, get it
to me, and get a team over there.

Yes, now,
before he gets rid of the evidence.

One of the mums
invited us for dinner.

Now my wife's all worried
about soup spoons.

Soup spoons?
Mm.

These people are very inclusive.

I don't give a sh*t,
but I want my boys to be included.

I want them to be included
to the max.

That's why I wanted to talk.

Uh-uh.

Not in this car.

I got a move coming, a game-changer.

Something that makes everything
up until now,

the Bloods, Soldiers, whatever...

look like kids playing in a sandbox.

I'm thinking do I need
to keep pushing my luck?

Haven't I got enough already?

I can go to dinner parties...

..watch my kids learn
how to play rugby.

I've watched you.

You're at peace with yourself.

THUNDER RUMBLES
DISTANTLY

Me? I feel like that bird
in that play, you know?

"In blood stepped in so far."
It's old, bruv.

So is it time to get out?

THUNDER RUMBLES
CLOSER

Honestly?

This is way over my head, you know.

What does Jarral say?

HE LAUGHS
Ask Jarral?

You kidding me?

CONTINUES LAUGHING

Jarral's thick as sh*t, bruv.
He's dumb.

He does the stuff I won't go near.

He's just my dog.

Who talks to their dog?

No, I'm talking to you, Steve.

SCHOOL BELL RINGS

If your gut's telling you
it's enough...

..then you should listen
to your gut.

My boys.

Nice-looking kids.
Yeah.

You don't mind making
your own way home, do you?

I want to keep my boys clean.

No problem.

You want to know what I know?

You can try walking away
from the street,

but the street
won't walk away from you.

CAR ALARM CHIRPS

Number 42. There's no sign of
the Touareg, but there is a garage.

And there's an alley
behind the house.

OK.
Elaine, take a car and two officers,

watch the back in case
he gets stupid. Lee, with me.

DOORBELL RINGS

FAST FOOTSTEPS
FROM INSIDE

Elaine, he could be coming your way.

Well, what do you expect me to do?

Stop him?

The boys are on it.

DOORBELL RINGS

Hello. You're under arrest.

Why you doing this?

We have a warrant for your husband's
arrest and to search your house.

I want a lawyer. I got a kid here.

MAN: Hey, what you doing?

Hey, I'm Sarah. What's your name?
Shania.

That's a lovely name.

If you don't have a solicitor,
you should call one.

In the meantime, can you unlock
the garage? Sorry, key's lost.

If you're not able
to unlock the garage,

we will have to force the lock.
No way, you're not doing that.

Shania!
Thank you, Shania.

Lee?

One white Touareg... damaged.

All right, I'll tell him now. Bye.

Ujal Jarral's just been arrested.

Charged with m*rder. Lexi Moss.

How'd they get onto him?
Traffic cams and CCTV, apparently.

Huh.
There's something else.

Steve just uploaded a voice file,
him and Shakiel.

What did they talk about?
The big move.

Shakiel's having second thoughts,
said he might pull out.

And Steve... Well, Steve didn't
exactly encourage him to stay in.

If Shakiel pulls out of the deal...
what the hell are we gonna do?

We'll have wasted
two f*cking years, for what?

Let's not jump to conclusions.
Erm...

Send me that voice file, go home,
get some rest.

So, Mum is standing there, saying,
"Sorry, we lost the key."

And then this little angel,
she must've been about five,

she just appears behind her mum,
with this great big grin.

She says, "Here's the key."
You should've seen Mum's face.

I bet. Oh, so you got the guy
that ran over that girl.

Yep.
Good.

The k*ller of Spencer Cardoso,
however, is, er...

Actually, something else came up
at work today out of nowhere.

The Portland Tower case.

The Portland Tower case. What?

Actually, I can't talk about it.

OK.

Whatever. Let's eat.

STEVE: 'If your gut's telling you
it's enough,

'then you should listen
to your gut.'

PHONE RINGS

LIZZIE: 'Hey.'
Did you ID Jarral for Sarah Collins?

Yes.

'She came round again, all right?'

She practically barged in.

'She had a CCTV photo. She would've
got to him in the end anyway.'

You knew who he was cos of Perseus.

Yeah, but he's not the target of
Perseus, and he m*rder*d that girl.

I'm sorry, Kieran,
but... I'm not sorry.

Well... understood.

Maybe it's fine.

If Shakiel thinks that his people
can get away with anything,

he'll get suspicious.
I mean, he's already suspicious.

HE SIGHS

Are you OK?
Hmm. Bit tired.

You still at the office?
'Yeah.'

You're not gonna sleep there?

No, I'll... sleep at the flat.

Do you...?
'Hang on, someone's at the door.'

I gotta go. See you tomorrow.

Sir. Nice surprise.
Kieran.

How's it all going?
Good. Good.

He's close to making the move, so...
You've been saying that for a while.

I heard he just lost his number two.
Jarral?

Nah, hardly his number two, Sir.

Steve is now the guy
that Shakiel really trusts.

Well. That would certainly be good.

I heard something else today.

Portland Tower reared its ugly head.
Your wife.

I beg your pardon?

Sarah Collins informed DSI
that your wife had contacted her

and said that she had
evidence relevant to the case.

That might, in fact,
re-open the case.

So, as I remember asking you
at the time...

..is there anything I should know?

No, Sir.

What is this evidence?
No idea, Sir.

Why is Mary doing this?

Going through a rough patch,
like every marriage.

Emotional. Trying to hurt me.

Perseus is too important to be
damaged by a marital bad patch.

Should I ask you to step aside?
Sir, please do not do that.

I will sort this out. I promise.

OK.

Keep me informed.
Mm-hm.

Interesting fact. Do you know
who Sarah Collins's girlfriend is?

Julie Woodson.
Farah Mehenni's teacher.

INSISTENT KNOCKING
ON DOOR

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

You didn't seem to have a problem
barging into Lizzie Adama's house.

This is what it feels like!

What do you want? Why did you
encourage my wife in this craziness?

Why didn't you just shut it down,
Collins?

You just can't resist
getting involved, can you?

I am not involved.
I handed her to DSI.

Whatever this "craziness" is,
and it doesn't sound crazy,

it is your problem, not mine.

And you showing up here like this,

it clearly is
a huge f*cking problem!

Hello.

Oh, you must be Julie. I'm Kieran.

How nice for you,
living with Farah Mehenni's teacher.

How many lines have you crossed?

Get out.

g*n c*ck

Hello, Steve.

That is your name? Steve.

Get up.

Take him out.

What about my shoes?

Don't need them.