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Oh!

There's no way I'm going to get a full pulse of female.

I'm sorry, why?

It's pointless searching.

Dig them out of their beds and get them here. Do you understand me? I might not

speak in English to you. Yes, yes, go on.

Thank you.

DCS Walker.

Roisin.

How is it?

Couldn't be better.

They are begging me to open the roads before I've even got a flash search

The CCTV is either down or we're in a blind spot, depending on who you ask.

The Collisions Investigation Unit is tied up in Hounslow on a job for the

hour. And the crime scene manager can't take his eyes off my tits.

What's this? Are we off to the opera?

I wish.

Four hours of boring speech, here's a plate of rubber chicken.

Some of the dullest 80s, DACs and borough commanders who ever picked up a

Why the hell do I go to these things?

Driver died of his injuries sustained at the crash. The paramedic is on her way

to the ICU with a punctured lung and severe head trauma.

Now, I have one eyewitness who said she saw a black Audi or Merc tolling at 80

alongside the ambulance.

But not the collision?

No, the ambulance was on its way back to the A &E. It had been an emergency call

at an address three miles north of here.

I've got Sachin his way there now.

Have you got an ID on him?

Just the original 999 call. His wife or girlfriend called and gave his first

name as Sebastian.

suffering some kind of heart condition.

Oh, he's not suffering anymore, is he? No. Oh, he was wired up for vital signs.

The readout breaks off at 8 .41.

It's not every day we get such a precise time of death.

Oh, we have three cartridge cases found there.

The wife or girlfriend.

Name unknown.

She was also in the ambulance at the time.

Okay.

So where the hell is she?

The address where the ambulance made the pickup.

There's no mail, no name on the door, no nothing.

How soon can we get details on the leaseholder?

Well done. Get her down to the station for me.

Mike. Yeah? We've got a second eyewitness.

Says she saw the collision as she drove by from over there.

100 meters away.

Yeah. But she says she's certain that she saw the car driving towards the

ambulance.

So the ambulance is forced off the road here by the

Mercedes. He hits the brakes, stops.

This is what the collision team gave us. Yeah, but what the hell was that

mystery woman doing while all this was going on? Well, I don't know. She, what,

staggers from the wreck before the gunman gets there?

Either that or she's out here somewhere. Yeah, or a gunman appears, puts three

bullets in a Sebastian, picks up the girlfriend and drives off. For reasons

yet unknown.

Yeah, for reasons we'd better figure out fast before she ends up all dead, just

like her boyfriend.

What's your problem, mate? My problem?

Hasn't anyone ever told you what wing mirrors are for?

Randall, please come down. This is all getting tedious.

The delivery man's just... He's just backed into a car.

Now he's arguing.

It looks like an insurance salesman.

You saw what happened, lady. You saw whose fault this was.

First you dump this stuff in the drive and you won't take it inside when I ask

you. Now you want my help?

No, he is the guilty party.

I'll put it in writing whenever you like.

Who are you, anyway?

Detective Sergeant David Satchell.

Go and sit in your cab with your licence and insurance, yeah?

Sorry, Mr and Mrs Buller -Torey? That's correct.

You own the lease on 6th D Abbott Square?

What's this about? An emergency call was placed from that address a few hours

ago, and Anderson went for the help of a man identified as Sebastian.

God. You know him?

Sebastian Cole, our daughter Imogen's fiancée.

Well, unfortunately,

the ambulance was involved in a collision. We believe your daughter was

vehicle at the time.

OK, that is ID'd the girl.

Her name's Imogen, Imogen Bullertore. Our victim's name was Sebastian Cole.

They're due to get married in two weeks.

Case of no wedding and a funeral. Yeah.

Family has money, a lot of money.

You don't think this is a kidnap, do you?

No. Now, if you're going to kidnap somebody, you choose your target, you

them for, what, two, three weeks, get to know their routine.

You choose the day, you choose the location.

What you don't do is hope you kill your target by running her off the road.

We get any eyewitnesses, CCTV?

Not that much.

Sebastian Cole. One bullet in the head, two in the chest.

Close range, powder burns to just less than a meter. Any enemies?

Well, none that would carry guns, but he did get his face slapped pretty

regularly. I mean, basically he was famous for being photographed with his

famous girlfriend.

From the press clippings, it seems that he... Well, he did an awful lot of

nothing much, really.

He'd talk his way into a long line of jobs and then lose them within a week.

Hooked up with Imogen about a year ago.

And he's a gold digger.

I mean, look at that smile.

I'd say he has bad news and about as easy to read as a children's book.

And you're a good judge?

Feel free to get personal here, Mike. Yeah, you know the score, Roisin. Stick

the evidence.

Not whether or not you like his smile. How's it go?

Ah, two broken ribs, cuts, bruises, some signs of hypothermia from last night's

frost, but other than that, she's OK.

What do we know about her?

Imogen Buller -Torey, it girl, tabloid fodder, and 20 ,000 Google hits, all

pictures like these on them. Now, apparently she's a model, a film

photographer, she's writing a book, you know, makes you wonder how she finds the

time. Shit.

What? Well, you know what we're dealing with, don't you?

We've got a tabloid couple, celebrity mud, and the press are going to be all

over this, screwing up our leads and our witnesses.

I do know how a high -profile investigation looks like. Yeah, we're

rash of editorials about what's a country coming to just because an

symbol of hope and humanity, is forced off the road. One dead paramedic, one

hanging by a thread.

Attack whilst trying to save a life. Jesus.

I know. It's tabloid heaven. I get it. I know, and they don't even know that

Sebastian Cole's got a bullet in the back of his head.

That's all we bloody need.

...identified as Sebastian Cole, believed to have been travelling in an

ambulance, forced off a motorway to the road.

Also involved in the incident is Cole's 8 -year -old fiancé, Imogen Buller

-Turrey.

Her mother, millionaire businesswoman Tanya Buller, has made no comment as she

arrived home here.

Imogen Buller -Turrey is reported to be stable and recovering from her injuries.

Is it worth me saying how useful it would have been to have this ID to

Cole's car yesterday?

No, but you're going to keep saying it. And like I told you, it's a rental. We

had nothing to connect it to Cole.

What have we got here?

Something to keep us going between parties?

Is anyone still thinking this is some sort of road rage thing?

No. Because two hits to the chest and one to the head screams contract killing

to me.

That... forget about the road rage thing.

Would the Merc have forced the ambulance off the road if it wasn't sure that

Sebastian Cole was in the back?

What, you think they might have seen him being loaded into it?

That's right.

I left.

Right, what have we got here, Satch?

So far, the only fingerprints we've been able to identify are Sebastian Cole's.

Seen a crime found, saliva traces and medical debris here.

Plus, we found an empty blister pack of pills here at the

Rippidox.

His GP records show that Mr Cole was recently diagnosed as suffering from

paroxysmal supraventricular tachycardia.

It was very rare. Anyway, you can contain it with medication, the veripig,

do you call it?

Right, well, glad we cleared that up, eh?

Yeah, well, in the recording of her 999 call, Imogen Buller said she gave him

the last two meds, but that wasn't enough.

I didn't find any in the car.

No.

I don't know what happened when we... after we left the flat.

I, um... I remember that... I remember that...

I remember the ambulance.

I went out of control.

I was...

I tried to get help, and I probably... I must have

blacked out, eh?

saw lights.

And you were there.

With a man.

With this man.

He held on to me.

And... You told me I had a

couple of broken ribs and some bruises, that she was fine.

I cannot allow you to push her any further until she's had time to recover.

you understand?

Sebastian. I want to see Sebastian.

No, please, stay still. You need to get plenty of rest.

I'm assuming she is not strong enough for interrogation.

I will speak to your senior officer about this.

Alan Lester, your ambulance driver.

11 hours into a 12 -hour shift.

Pretty healthy, 35 -year -old, father of two.

Mr Cole's system, on the other hand, was a real chemistry set when he died.

Mostly legitimate.

Traces of the prescribed veripidox, I assume self -administered to try and

arrest the arrhythmia. What would happen, in plain English, if he forgot

his meds? Well, his heart rate keeps rising.

140, 180, maybe 200 beats a minute.

Decreased heart function, possible cardiac arrest.

That's why the paramedics gave him more meds to get his heart rate down again.

You said mostly legitimate.

Yes, his blood and urine samples both tested positive for cocaine.

Oh, that's a big surprise.

Bullets.

In good condition for comparison.

Oh, I'd better go now. Thanks, Jim.

What do we know about Imogen Sebastian's last movement in the last couple of

days? I said they'd just come back off holiday a week on the beach in Cyprus.

Followed by a trek through Ecuador to look at some ink of sights in the middle

of the rainforest.

How come you haven't taken my girl to stay home?

Oh, well, Mike didn't think I was the man for the job.

We left the flat, Sebastian's flat, about two o 'clock.

He said we should get some lunch at a place by the river. He never was one to

overwork himself.

Mother, please.

Sorry, darling.

But he wasn't practically living off your allowance.

Can we stick to the events of Wednesday, please?

You spent the previous night at Mr Cole's, yes?

Yes.

We were just... We were just watching a movie.

And I did nothing special.

In the future.

You might want to look at some of this.

Our young Sebastian was a bit of a banker.

It wasn't like that.

He was going to pay everything back.

As soon as you'd signed the contracts on his deal.

What deal was that?

Importing ethnic art to sell in the bulletin of hotels.

You buy it cheap, you ship it home, you mark it up a few hundred percent. I

thought it would keep him out of trouble.

Obviously not.

And then what happened after you bought the suits?

We went to Abbots Square to measure some... one of the rooms.

It was about 8 .30.

Did you or Sebastian see anyone?

Did he call anyone during that time?

No.

It was just a really normal day.

Do you know anyone who would want to kill Sebastian?

Nobody. Business partners?

Ex -lovers?

She hardly knew the man five minutes. How could she know any of that?

He was going to be my husband's mother.

Imogen.

Imogen, why do you think Sebastian was killed?

Well, Tanya Bullock is really pissed off that Sebastian Cole is dipping into her

daughter's allowance.

Goes deeper than that, Mike. Do you want the whole fraud squad paper trail

analysis feature just a headline?

Hey, take it well, guys.

A lot of movement between Sebastian and Imogen for the count.

One transfer stands out. It was made on the 15th of this month from one of

Imogen's accounts to a bank in north Cyprus.

Uh -huh. Why, they both went two weeks before heading off to Ecuador.

For £240 ,000.

That's a hell of a lot of travellers, Jax. Which means whatever Sebastian Cole

was mixed up in, Imogen must have been a part of.

OK, Roche, let's say you're right about Sebastian Cole being a gold digger.

But I think you're wrong about Imogen. Oh, and that's nothing to do with the

fact that you have a daughter the same age, same smile, same vulnerable look in

her big red eyes.

Very cute, Roisin.

Am I wrong, Mike? Very.

Imogen Burrow is a witness in a murder investigation.

The question is, did she know the man she was about to marry was a drug

Oh, well, usually, yeah, but dealer?

Now, we've put the analysis back from the cocaine you guys found in the car.

prints are all over the bag. The cocaine is pure, very pure. There ain't even a

hint of a cutting agent in there. 100 % coca. I want to know where he got it and

why he had it.

Very simple.

Yeah, well, I go back to my little schoolboy's atlas and it intrigues me to

how close Colombia, source of most of the worst cocaine, is to Ecuador.

Now, it seems to me that our pretty boy here wanted to use his girlfriend's

money to fund the drug deal.

The deal that went wrong led to him getting a bullet in his skull.

Okay, Clem.

Warren, man, Warren, man, are we still friends?

I don't like it when a deal goes wrong.

Oh, Warren, believe me, it's not the way I wanted it to go.

These boys, they don't like you.

Don't give me reason to let them hurt you.

Do what you have to do.

Okay?

Oh, my darling, no, it's okay, sweetheart.

Let's just get you into the fitting room. Come on.

So, uh, what's that all about?

These are all the things they'd bought together for the new flat.

The start of a married life she'll never have.

You, uh, don't seem as set against Sebastian as your wife.

Personally, I find him very appealing.

He reminded me of an old boyfriend.

Imogen, we now know that your fiancé transferred money from your trust

on the 15th of last month.

Probably.

He always looked after the finances.

He was always so much better at it than me.

Well, he transferred £240 ,000 to an account in northern Cyprus.

A couple of days before you were both due to arrive there.

Were you aware of that?

That must be a mistake.

240 ,000?

And to an accountant his name.

Do you know, I warned her.

She wouldn't listen.

The banks in northern Cyprus are well known for having lax banking

I'm sorry, I...

I don't really understand.

Well, it means he could move the money on somewhere else without leaving a

trace.

Imogen's... always had her difficulties.

Like all girls.

She had problems when her father died. It's a whole sort of eating thing.

She was down to... Well, she was down to nearly six and a half stone at one

point. Did she ever mention drugs to you?

We found a quantity of pure cocaine in Sebastian's car.

We believe he's involved in a deal to import a large amount of it into this

country.

Tell me about your trip

to Ecuador.

We stayed at a place called Quebena.

Yeah, near the Colombian border.

Well, about 30 kilometres, yes.

Did Sebastian arrange to meet anyone while you weren't there? Did he take a

on his own? No.

Imogen, I know you want to protect him, but I have to ask you again.

At any time was Sebastian on his own during that trip?

Only once.

He wanted to trek into the jungle and he thought it was too dangerous for me.

That was a lie, wasn't it?

Yeah, my guess is his trip to the jungle was a charter flight into Colombia to

meet his contact and buy a bulk of cocaine.

Mike, all this new evidence fits with the idea of Sebastian Cole being a drug

importer. We have the transfer of funds, we have the wrap -up pure in his car.

But? But he hasn't got a history of dealing, let alone importation. Yeah,

that means as an amateur, he's going to need a bona fide introduction to an

importer before they'll even take his call.

Which means you get the go -between, you'll get closer to Sebastian's killer.

Do you say, Connor?

Yeah, hang on. Shall we?

Yeah.

Put him through.

Frank Vernon writes for the Express.

Bit of a pain in the arse, but I owe him a favour.

Frank, how you been?

Oh, no. How can you expect me to comment on something you haven't seen?

Frank, I'm going to put you on speakerphone.

It's on some kid's blog and it's had a few thousand hits since it came online.

How did it get there, Frank?

Well, the kid was driving his dad's car without a licence.

He shot it on his mobile and posted it anonymously. He didn't want to get in

shit by coming to you with it. Just do a search for killer on camera and you'll

get to it.

How are we doing?

Nearly there, Mike.

OK, everybody relax.

Dave Churchill has saved the day. What have you got, Ted? I've got some juice

Sebastian Cole.

I went through everything.

Supermarket receipts, first communion photos, and I struck gold.

Sebastian used to share a flat with a man named Clem Ross.

Good enough friends for Sebastian to be Clem Ross's best man about three years

ago. To God's sake, what is the punchline?

Clem Ross is a known middle market cocaine supplier.

The go -between.

Okay, I've got it.

Jesus, when did this come in?

Ian, we've got a registration plate on the Mercedes. Get hold of tech support.

See if they can punch it up for me. Sure.

OK.

As soon as we find out if and how this guy Clem Ross is linked to our tale, we

talk to Imogen Buller again.

See if she knows what kind of people our dearly departed fiancé was buddies

with. Nice work, Sarge.

OK, Tim, I'm going to run that again.

I'm so glad you're here, Clem. It was hell. I didn't know what was happening

me. I'd say I was in the back of the ambulance. There was a siren there

screaming.

Did the police know what it was all about?

They ask me a million questions.

And I don't think they know anything.

So this guy Ross used to work in the city?

Yeah, started off supplying the boys in the office, then gave up stocks and

shares to trade coke full -time.

Did five years back in the 90s for David.

Who the hell are these two?

Anybody see these two before?

Could be the two we don't have faces for.

Couple, mid -twenties.

No, the woman's too old.

that keep a check on the vehicle.

Must be Loss's day to help out at the orphanage.

What the hell is she doing?

Maybe they're Jehovah's Witnesses or something.

Yeah, when I was a kid, all this was warehouses, as far as you could see down

there. Targets one and two leaving the scene.

Stand by to follow the target.

It's over for the memoir, Satchel.

Satchel? Target one's taking a call.

No.

Shit.

Target 1 spotted us.

What do we do?

Everyone just stay cool here.

We've got a problem. What? The address is flagged. It's under surveillance by a

drugs team. We've got an ops unit in the building opposite.

Target 2's got the word. She's looking straight down our throat.

What do we do?

Get ready to bring them in.

You just make our excuses and leave.

OK?

What's she got in her hand?

Looks like a Warren card.

You are kidding me.

They're not going to be happy with us about this.

We say our sorries, we screwed up.

His name's McGill, he's a DTI.

He's got a reputation for pissing people off to get the job done.

Really?

Well, if he thinks he can walk all over me, he's got another thing coming.

There he is.

DCI Connor.

DCI McGill.

18 months work.

You put a brick.

Did I not just say I was sorry?

Clem Ross was about to lead us to some big players.

Then you walk in like a teenager on a school trip.

What is it that you'd like? Is it my badge or something? No, I'm not sure the

Met could hold on to its clear -up rates without officers like you and Bambi on

the payroll.

See what happens when you spend too long in the dark breathing your own sweat

looking at the world through binoculars. Well, that cannot be good for married

life, can it?

That's a good point, Sash. Hands up anyone whose wife has not yet kicked

into the... You need to learn basic procedure.

Oh, really? Because I'm about to put you on the floor. Is that basic enough for

you? The suspect's address is flagged before you dance all over that carpet.

Enough!

Playtime's over, boys and girls. I think what we need is a nice little chat

about creative collaboration.

Roisin, Jack, in here.

Point one.

Any more scenes like that in front of your teams and you both get to stay

after school.

Yes?

Sir.

Point two. There seems to be an overlap between the murder squad and the drugs

team.

Let's think of this as a good thing and not a problem.

Agreed? Sir.

Point three.

I want a full exchange of information from both teams.

Agreed?

Our information tells us this Colombian producer has an arrangement to import

cocaine into the UK via this man.

Oran Hickman.

Information from what source?

I'm afraid I can't tell you that.

Good to know.

And how does Clem Ross fit into this?

Our intelligence tells us Ross is one of Hickman's distributors.

And is it worth me asking the source of that intelligence?

I can't tell you that either.

This is going to be great fun.

We set up an op for the flat looking for a positive association between Hickmutt

and Ross.

Unfortunately, Sonny and Cher turn up instead and put a note through Clem's

saying, tell all your friends to lay low for a while.

No, I don't want to cramp your style or tread in a good punchline.

But tomorrow's paper?

Might be a pretty good clue he needs to pack up his toothbrush and run.

But Hickmutt won't.

Why? Because he's Mr Tough Guy?

No. Because he's made a commitment to a Colombian supplier. He can't just pack

up and run.

If he doesn't do what he's committed to, the Colombians will find him.

And they will kill him.

Very quickly.

Well, of course I let them in. Do you know a man called Clement Ross?

Yes, of course.

He's a friend of Sebastian's. He came to see me just a few hours ago.

So him?

Yes.

What did he want?

Did he ask about Sebastian?

Of course he did.

He asked when the funeral was and he wanted to know if there was anything he

could do to help me.

Are you aware that Clem Ross spent five years in prison for supplying cocaine?

What?

Your mother's on the way back now.

Do you know where Clem Ross is now?

I suppose at home.

Clem isn't involved in this thing.

He couldn't be.

So how come you ended up running a drug theme, you know, instead of a grown -up

unit?

You know, if you developed a personality, you might be

a bit of a catch.

Oh, because you know when you smile like that, it makes me just want to swim at

your feet.

Oh, it's lucky you're not my type.

If I was your type.

Why are we sitting here and just watching the world go by?

And, um... Is she checking you out or me?

Christine!

You okay?

Who's she?

She's my new best friend.

I'll take Clem Ross's for that.

Okay.

Good afternoon.

You're sort of as cute as that.

Hmm?

She used to have a serious habit.

Cleaned herself up.

Now she helps me whenever she hears anything.

The address of a lock -up M. Ross was using less than a week ago.

Right, why don't you relax, get a coffee, let murder team take it from

No way.

My source.

My call.

I don't want you bringing Ross in and scaring off our mutual friend Hickman.

What were you waiting for?

You may be aware of a video clip.

It's been posted on the internet.

It shows the events after the crash of the ambulance.

Have you seen that clip?

I tried not to watch it.

But I felt the hit.

Did you recognise the man in the clip, the car he was driving?

No. Did Sebastian ever mention the name Orhan Hikmet?

Not that I... Right, that's enough.

Mother, it's OK.

No, it is not OK.

I suppose you've seen this. I have no control over what the press used to

We have a family lawyer, and this is his number.

Thank you. From now on, contact with any member of this family will be made

through him.

Mrs Bullough. Imogen, you need to rest. Randall, can you take her upstairs to

her room? I'll see these gentlemen out.

Mrs Bullough, we just tried to do our job. If Imogen would just answer a few

questions. The press are persecuting my daughter and you won't leave her alone.

She has told you everything she knows.

Imogen, will you please go upstairs?

I understand that if you won't leave, that would be trespass.

And I can call the police to have you arrested.

So what, we just wait here?

Well, if you're asking do we find out what's happening before we walk in there

blowing our whistle and waving our warring card, the answer's yes.

Roisin. Mike.

I'm here at the lockup with the nice boys from drugs. They seem to have it in

their head that we should just sit tight and play the waiting game.

I'd say we get in there.

Yeah, well, how does it look?

Um, the lights are on, the sign above the door says KZI Imports. Does it ring

any bells?

KZI? Don't think so.

Mike, go and take a look.

Get in there.

Tell McGill this is a murder investigation.

We take precedence over drugs.

Will do.

Thank you.

KZI stamped on the furniture, Mike.

You know, at the Buller's place.

Mike?

Come on in.

Don't you know I've had enough of this? Okay.

How did these get here?

Yeah, there must be a delivery note.

What?

Okay.

Eight items listed. One, two, three, four, five, six. What's this got to do

anything? Two missing, two decorative screens.

Okay, I need to talk to Imogen. No, you can't go out there. No!

Imogen!

Imogen!

Emo!

Jesus! Hello?

Imogen! Hello, routine.

It's in the furniture.

The cocaine is in the furniture.

Yes, okay, Mike.

I'm on it

I need a list of Imogen's friends, people she'd go to for help, any place

go to for refuge.

Yes, well, what sort of places?

Somewhere you went on holiday, where you used to live.

Anything.

I seem to have lost my mobile phone.

Clem, where the hell are you?

They know about you. I had to run. I thought they'd arrest me.

I'm on my way to the lock -up. I didn't know where else to go.

Okay, call me.

I'll see you.

Roisin, what's the story?

Clem Roth and three white males, mid -twenties, all found dead about three

ago. Carbon monoxide poisoning.

We're thinking fumes from the power generator.

Scene's now clear.

Okay.

They've been boiling up the wadding hidden in the screens.

It's impregnated with cocaine.

You cook it up, dry it out, and it's ready to cut with bicarb of soda,

paraffin wax, talcum. Take your pick.

Ah, and here lie our dead amateurs, eh?

Mr. Ross.

Smart enough to know the scam, but too bloody dumb to know you need

Jesus Christ.

What a waste.

Well, you know, Clem Ross went to the Buller household. That's why we reckon

screens would be here.

Yeah, well, the question is, did Imogen know that?

If she did, did she cooperate with it?

Yeah, well, she did a runner from me when I made the link between Hickmint

her friend Clem.

Well, that tells me she's not so innocent about what Sebastian was up to.

Oh, sounds like a little touch if I told you so in there, Roshi.

Yes, sir.

If I was you, I'd be more worried you had a drugs haul in plain view for two

days.

And you missed it.

Cocky bastard, isn't he?

Oh, a little bud tells me that you and he have got some UST going on. Is that

correct?

What?

Unresolved sexual tension.

Tell Thatch to mind his own business.

And you can tell him from me, he wouldn't know sexual attention if it

him to the ground by his boxers.

The man we think killed Sebastian Cole is still out there somewhere, and so is

his possible next victim. If you're listening to this image and just get in

touch, just call me, please.

I need to speak to, um, Aaron Hickman.

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