All language subtitles for Murder City s01e05 Big City Small World

Hey, hey!

Yes, please.

All right? All right.

Drive -by.

Two dead, five wounded, one hero.

Is he okay? Is he going to be okay?

Yeah, he's fine.

Are you wearing perfume?

I always wear perfume. No, that is a
different perfume.

Another one of your shock and awe girls'
nights.

Hi, Luke. All right?

Carol, you took her out to lunch about
six months ago?

Susan. Sir.

Attendance above and beyond the call of
duty.

Well. I'm giving Adrian operational
control on this one. So before you get

competitive... No, that's fine. I know.
Used to be Adrian's patch.

This is a Turk -Kurd thing.

Well, political.

Turf war over protection rackets.

Zeki Harris, age 19.

Prominent member of a Turkish street
gang, the Bombers.

This is his patch.

Irish girl.

Media services people are here, sir.

I don't have them.

Do we have a name for our hero?

Michael Samuels.

Michael Samuels.

Good sturdy name.

Model citizen's name.

Do you think we'll get fellow Samuel to
join the police force? He's unconscious,

sir. So are half my staff.

What are you doing here?

Loves cameras more than he hates dead
bodies.

The innocent victim was a 51 -year -old
businessman, Thierry Vasseur.

Took a stray bullet today.

What's your monkey doing?

I want him taking statements, not
contaminating the...

Why did you stop here?

Your daughter's birthday.

Well, you were at her party. Lots of
Jenny and ice cream. Two dead, four

injured. Birthday party was last month.

Five injured.

It's your dad's retirement bash.

Hmm? Yeah.

Did you leave early? You didn't have to
do that, you know. I can cope with this.

Luke, crime scene, passing interest.

Why don't you get someone to take that
woman and her child home and then

This time you're mine, Baz.

This time.

Okay.

Our prime suspect.

Just found this on Zaki Harris.

It's a match to the bullets used in a
shooting on Earl Lane last bank holiday.

The target then was Baz Ikram, heads of
the Slims, a Kurdish crew operating

around Halford. Ikram.

Survived two bullets from this.

Zeki's gun.

So, we're probably looking at a revenge
attack.

Everything seems to point to Baz Ikram.

Ikram was released from hospital last
Monday.

So, we're all over both men's friends,
family, associates, coordinated with

intelligence and drug squad.

Heads up and let's go.

What's that?

Your annual assessment.

Come.

Okay,

Fizzi. Later.

Oh, let's hear it now.

Remember, agent, cooperation, not
competition.

According to the vids, over 20 rounds
were fired.

Vecchi was hit by the first burst of
fire.

Well, I mean, if he was the target, why
did they keep on firing?

Of course he was the target. This is all
the hallmarks of Kirk, Kirk, gang war.

Oh, yes, I know. It's one of your
doomsday scenario event horizon things.

Let's at least identify the correct
target before you go giving me a bad

with yet another minority.

Okay, cryptic boy.

I want an on -paper sequence of events
model pinpointing every witness.

exactly where they were when those shots
went off.

Any holes or blind spots, come to me and
I'll actually re -interview you.

What exactly am I looking for?

The target.

So, what is X?

X, Susan, is the target.

Now, he crops up in seven different
places on 15 different witness

OK?

Boing. Boing.

Boing. Running across the crime scene
each web.

And look, whenever he crops up, you see?

Always close to where the shots are
being fired.

Running here, past top of the lane.

She explains why Terry Vasseur sat in
this car here and got hit.

Now, that is another thing, right?

Vasseur was in the last burst of fire.
Now, he would have seen the whole thing

going down. So why didn't he duck?

Hmm?

Okay. So, the target started here,
sitting at table D with number 66.

Now, that is Zeki Harris, the dead guy.

You go with the target. So, who's Mr.

X?

Don't I?

Oh.

Who's beer bottle recovered from?

Table D.

Maybe we could pull some prints off.
Yeah.

Okay.

Hmm.

Sorry for sirs, PM.

It's weird.

Well, get over there and un -weird it.

Susan, with me.

Mm -hmm.

When I cleaned him up, I found a cut, an
abrasion, just around here.

X -rays.

He was hit pretty hard with something
pretty solid.

Yeah? So what killed him, the bullet or
the blow to the face?

Definitely not the bullet. Great.

Right, OK. Well, if you find anything,
it's just a murder weapon. You're

ahead of yourself.

He didn't actually die from the blow to
the face. He died from a heart attack.

That doesn't mean he wasn't murdered.

Two beer bottles.

Prints belonging to Zeki Harrison I.

And on the other bottle... There it is.
You, Seth Douglas.

Hey, thanks.

Joe.

Used to rob him, Harris, in the old
days.

But shooters are out of his league. I
know him.

I can get him to talk.

Hey, guys.

We have an anomaly.

Right.

Right, there. Look.

Claret stains.

Look at this batter pattern.

Entirely consistent with the bloke's
face.

Well, thanks. Better patterns after a
couple of sherrys.

There.

Minimal blood loss.

Thierry Vasseur was murdered before he
was murdered.

This doesn't say he was murdered.

He thought he was murdered.

Says he had a heart attack.

Triggered by a physical attack.

If a man saw the minimum, sir, it can't
ignore the evidence.

Oh, Sandra, I hate that. Sir, we're
looking at a meltdown here between the

and the Kurds. I really think Susan
should stay on my investigation.

Maybe dear Stone should investigate the
Vassar inquiry.

Very good, Adrian.

I didn't know you had a sense of humour.

OK, Susan, you have the Vassalard
Inquiry.

One crime scene, two murder inquiries.

I need to tidy my desk.

Come on, let's bring the roof down on
the Vassalard family.

Are they holding up?

No, the daughter's a wreck.

The wife, she's holding it together.

OK.

Thierry Vasseur was MD of Broughton
Services. They're in construction and

engineering. Family firm built up by the
wife's father, Fraser.

He left it to Thierry when he died.

I'm smelling motive here.

Evidence, not intuition. What do they
know?

Oh, only what's been in the news. He was
accidentally caught in a gang war

shooting. Let's keep it away.

I'm leaving. Avert a gear. Stay out of
overdrive.

Okay.

Thank you. Goodbye.

I'm Ellen Becker. How do you do? This is
my colleague, Dia Stone.

We're very sorry for your loss.

Brenda.

Just cling film it. You can take it home
if you like.

Thank you.

Look, I'm fine to talk, but my daughter,
she can never talk to Taylor.

Well, I do understand, but I'm afraid we
really need to talk to both of you.

Okay.

Do you have any idea when we can get the
body back?

Within about 28 days.

Hopefully sooner if we can make an
arrest.

My daughter knows.

This was Terry's private place.

Mr. Vasseur was a jazz fan.

He was a musician.

Dad could play any instrument, any tune.
He'd hear a melody once and... Please

stop touching his things.

We're trying to build up a picture of
Mr. Vasseur's movements.

Can you tell me why he was in Halford
last night?

Business. He was there on business.

Business? I thought his office was down
in... Well, he called me. He said he was

going to the printers to pick up a
brochure or something.

Oh, OK.

I mean, was everything all right with
him?

I mean, was there anyone who might have
wanted to harm him?

Anyone who might have had a grudge
against him? No.

Who would have a grudge on him?
Everybody loved Dad.

OK.

Yeah, OK, so he went to the printers.

Can you give me time on that?

I'm sorry, what's that?

Why are you asking us all these
questions? Go and find the thugs who

Alice, they're just doing their job. Why
did you bring them here?

They shouldn't be here.

Alice, your mother didn't bring us here.
The investigation brought her here.

There's something you're not telling us,
isn't there?

It's really quite important, you know.
If I could, we could just establish.

We think your father was murdered before
he was shot.

Mum.

Alice, is there something you'd like to
tell us?

It's okay.

It's okay.

I'm sorry.

This is just not the right time.

For Christ's sake, Luke, you always
switch off your mobile phone.

I was about to get something in there.

Why did you tell them he was murdered?

That wasn't in the interview plan.

Do you think they did it? No.

I felt they should know.

Maybe you think they're hiding
something.

I don't know, maybe.

Looks like a mother trying to protect
her daughter. There's something going on

in that house.

Evidence, not intuition, Susan.

You got that look. What look?

Who was on the phone?

Oh, forensics. Just done a sweep on
Bethur's car.

And? Oh, the usual.

New roadmaps, CDs,

newspapers.

Oh, and I nearly forgot.

Simtex.

Technical name is Sim -T -X.

Simtex is the street name.

And what exactly is Simtex?

It's dynamite, Susan.

Jet Baker in New York.

Tim TX is a newly synthesized designer
drug.

It's a form of methamphetamine.

It's mostly manufactured in Holland.

This stuff, it's phenomenally powerful.

One thing for that, Neil, when I hug
your teddy, wear your sitter's clothes

kill all the clowns.

Yep, and we got it in his briefcase.

Traces found in the crevices at the
bottom.

100 % pure.

Chemically, it's a cocktail of...

He must have grabbed the Chet Baker tape
and gone to the nearest phone box to

record his telephone conversation with
his partner in crime.

Our mystery voice.

Good call.

I think we have a suspect.

You should... You should...

Your girl, Janet.

She's had a baby, innit?

A boy, I hear.

There are a handful of boys.

Believe me, Joe, I know. I've got three.

Boys need their dads, Joe.

You know what I'm saying?

But the thing is...

You really want your son spending his
life running from guys like me? Because

that's where he's headed.

If I send you down for perverting the
course of justice.

You've got responsibilities now, Joe.

Face them.

Yeah.

My brother Moe runs a nightclub in my
home village. Your home village?

Your home village is here.

I've been to Turkey more times than you.
I'm trying to explain, okay?

The DJ was playing house music and a
bunch of Kurdish kids turn up and

right into the dub. So they want the
record changed, but the Turks want to

the house music on.

There's a fight.

A Kurdish kid ends up dead.

And they say Moe did it, but Moe
disappears. So they send someone after

Send who?

Was it Bazikram?

No way. No way. I'm not testifying.

I've got to protect my kid.

Five people are seriously injured. An
innocent man is dead. Your mate, Zeki,

dead. And you're trying to tell me that
this is all over a fight over some

records in a Turkish disco.

I need a name.

Was it Baz Ikram?

Give me something for sake!

I got the target wrong. Maybe I got the
motive wrong, but I got the suspect

right. Baz Ikram.

Last Monday, four days before he was
killed, Terry was served with a trip to

Lyon. Left at nine, home by six.

Gone to pick up the drugs.

His last dinner seems to have been
pretty routine at his desk by 8 .45.

Meeting with health and safety, 11 .15
to 12.

Lunch with some business colleagues from
12 .30 till 3 .30.

Back to the office till 6.

Then a meeting with his printers at 6
.30, left at 6 .45.

Killed in his car between 7 .10 and 7
.25pm.

What kind of state is this business in?

Ever declining profits.

Is there anything connecting to
organised crime, drugs?

Nothing but this.

Check this puppy. All cleaned up,
nowhere to go.

Somewhere busy.

Traffic.

Nothing that fixes the location.

At the start, there's just a lot of
rustling.

And he swears.

Oh, mad!

He starts whistling.

It's just...

It's

me.

I'm being threatened, and I don't like
threats.

Well, that's what happens when you play
with the big boys.

All right, Alison, you're me.

Frank, you're him. Come on.

Methamphetamine. In his briefcase, he
imports it, degrades it and sells it to

mystery voice. Good. Stupid as well as
greedy.

Copies of the cassette round friends,
family, associates.

Identify the mystery voice, we identify
the killer.

Very good.

All right, Luke, back to the bereaved.

We need to know what they know and that
is our lever. Come on.

What's wrong?

I'm being threatened, and I don't like
threats.

Alice, do you have any idea who this
voice might be?

He sounds so frightened.

Alice, your father was murdered. We
really need to... I don't know who that

voice is.

But somebody came to the house.

A man looking for Dad.

The day he was killed.

He was threatening Mum.

Would you recognise this man if you saw
him again?

I didn't see his face.

You think Dad did something bad, don't
you?

He didn't.

You said your father could remember any
tune, any tune, didn't you?

Okay. Right, we're going to have to get
on.

But, um, thank you.

I think you've just given us the
suspect.

Thanks very much, Alice.

Thierry Vassarca, you know all that
paper scrunching on the tape and

He was looking for a phone number.

But he couldn't find it, but he
remembered it. Well, of course he

He dialed it. Yes, but how did he
remember it?

Rob. He is electronic.

He's wearing a T -cozy.

That's a medical condition.

Okay, I need your thingy. Phone.

You want my phone?

All right.

Okay, we've got the four notes.

Variations on G, F, A.

Yeah, he's using microbeats to
distinguish between them. Sweet, yeah.

Right. This box.

Boom.

Your dude's phone number, boss lady.

Hey, how much do you love me?

Oh, better than much as I love my
toaster.

Come on, call the number and let me know
what you've got.

Ken Howell.

I thought I'd just got a file on him
with Bob Tanadiga.

You see this?

This is clean, sparkling, positive. This
is springtime in Paris.

Whereas this... This is

mudslide in sour -bleeding Paolo.

Get it fixed.

I'll take it that's your motorbike
outside as it can.

What's that, a Kawasaki midlife crisis?

Holly Davidson.

Who the fuck?

D .I. Lendik, this is D .S. Stone.

We need to talk.

So? Fix it with my P .A.

Thierry Vasseur.

Tragic. Terrible thing.

Oh, so you knew him then?

A bit.

He'd death make an appointment.

Calm down, Thierry. I've been
distracted.

A dog likes threats.

Well, that's what happens when you play
with the big boys.

What did he mean by the good?

Jazz stuff.

Memorabilia. There was only two things
Sierra ever cared about. That was jazz.

And women?

No.

His daughter.

Of course they were women. He was a
frog. They liked all that, didn't they?

that women.

No, I used to provide him with stuff
like pictures, autographs, a few rare

I don't believe you.

So what are you trying to say?

Like I would hire a bunch of yahoos and
start giving a Dodge City up in Alfred,

kill a few and some bystanders, just to
get rid of Thierry because I sold him a

couple of old dodgy records?

Are you mental?

Ken, look at me, not him. I'm running
this inquiry.

And I want some cooperation, otherwise
I'm all over you. And I mean drug squad,

licensing police, inland revenue.

And that's before we've even started on
why you were threatening Thierry Vassar

and his wife.

And why exactly would I be threatening
his wife?

Oh, I don't know.

Money.

Drugs. And, uh, do you have any evidence
for this? Things like... Witnesses?

Witnesses.

Well, let's start with your victim.

See if your face rings any bells.

Oops.

Sorry, Pops.

No, I'm sorry, I didn't know that man.

Mrs. Vassar, your daughter told us that
a man came to the house the day your

husband was killed.

What are you doing talking to my
daughter?

She said you were being threatened.

A man came to the house, Terry owed him
money. I don't know who he was. It

wasn't that man.

Ken Hill.

He was a business associate of your
husband.

I don't know any Ken Hill.

Look, I really do have to go. I have a
meeting with the bank.

It's your field, Susan.

Ellen, your husband was importing hard
drugs.

If you hold out on me, you could be in
trouble.

Look, we know how this guy operates. We
can handle him.

We could lock him up if you help me.

Ken Hill was threatening your husband
because your husband ripped him off.

How do you pitch it? Give him back his
money, his drugs, or he kills you, is

that it?

Well, is it?

No.

What, Alice?

I can't talk to you, Susan.

I

want

Ken Hill under 24 -hour surveillance.

We need to liaise with drugs and
intelligence. We need to get a handle on

operation.

Plus, I want Alice and Ellen Vasseur on
around -the -clock protection.

You're overreacting.

It's just a warning.

If she'd been 20 foot closer, I'd be
dead.

Come on, Suzanne.

Don't expect not to get your eyebrows
singed now and again in this game, you

know. For Christ's sake, someone try to
kill Ellen Vasseur.

I don't have the resources nor the
manpower for a surveillance and

operation.

Anyway, you're supposed to be running a
£2 .99 inquiry here. Now, look.

Yes?

Susan?

What's happened?

Result of the blood test on Thierry
Vasseur. What blood test?

He's not ill. He's dead. I know. I sent
a blood sample to the lab. It's standard

praxis. And, uh, well, Thierry Vasseur
had a massive presence of thyroxine in

his bloodstream.

Thyroxine's a hormone.

Regulates metabolism.

I was expecting to find an enlarged
thyroid gland, you know, a sign that the

body... Yeah, a conclusion, conclusion.

Thierry Vasseur was being poisoned.

There was a heart attack waiting to
happen.

So, what are you telling me?

He had a bullet through his head, then a
heart attack, then he was whacked in

the face, and then he was poisoned.

My God, I hate the French.

Wrong way round.

He was poisoned, then whacked, then a
heart attack, then a bullet through the

head.

So...

Exactly how would this thyroxine be
administered?

Only one way, really, and it's food.

Over an extended period of time, maybe a
couple of weeks.

Wow.

Two suspects.

Helen Vassar.

So what was that about protecting her,
Susan?

On the way up here.

Oh.

Can you excuse me just for a few
minutes?

Five minutes, please.

Mr. Pastor, this is a warrant to search
the factory, your offices, and your

home.

Someone poisoned your husband.

Dear, Don will show you where you can
wait.

She's very tenacious.

Must be tough to work for.

I was brought up by four red -headed
women.

I'm used to women telling me what to do.

You know, when she's like this, though,

Where's she gone?

Pick up Alice.

She is a suspect.

Oh, God.

Whoa!

Helen Vasseur.

She wants to confess.

You wanted to know why I was in Halford
that night.

You said it was in the printers.

I know, he was.

But the real reason.

He has a woman there.

Not his first.

His affairs I could live with, but then
I discovered he was stealing from my

father's company over £200 ,000.

You see, that's what Alice never
understood about Peary. My father gave

company, but he didn't care about it.
All he cared about was his own

gratification.

Peary was...

destroying all that. It was destroying
my daughter's future.

And what has your daughter's future got
to do with killing her father?

You have no basis for that accusation.

I just wanted to make him ill so I could
get a professional manager in.

I thought that's why you wanted the body
back. Before we discovered what you'd

done. No.

If you'd done your homework, you'd
realise that thyroxine is not lethal.

You know what he was involved in. He was
putting our lives at risk. Alice's life

at risk.

What was I supposed to do? Call the
police.

He would have gone to prison. Yeah,
well, he broke the law.

Alice at 16.

A month after that, she was down to six
and a half stone. They were drip

-feeding her. We nearly locked her.

I wasn't going back to that.

This girl needs stability.

I couldn't let her know how weak, how
treacherous her father was.

You do understand that, don't you?

Interview terminated.

When? At 11 .15am on Wednesday.

We'd struggled together for
manslaughter.

Whereas this Ken Hill, if he was the guy
who struck the blood in the car, well,

it's a cut -and -dry conviction.

Ian's right. The thyroxin in and of
itself couldn't kill him.

Yeah. It wouldn't be dead if she hadn't
been poisoning him.

You can't prove intent to murder.

Your chances of a conviction are
minimal.

I don't like minimal, Susan. I like
maximal.

Slap her fake and wrist and send her
home.

That's why she confessed.

Can't be anything to gamble.

Put your claws away, pussycat.

You're confused and emotional, and it's
not entertaining anymore.

Look, Ellen Vassar is involved.

I do not know how, I don't know why.
Just because you want her to have done

doesn't mean she did do it.

You can't have everything, Susan.

Where would you put it?

In fact, she may have done us a favour
by pointing us to the money.

Bring me Broughton's financial returns.

I'm an adept in the black art of
forensic accounting.

In the meantime, Ken Hill's our prime
suspect.

Susan, I won't leave you upstairs.

Susan, are you all right?

I'll just leave it, all right?

Back to the original crime scene, from
the point of view of the Vassar Inquiry.

Frank, Alison, I want you to round the
witnesses. We have over 70.

Show them the photo of Ken Hill. There
must be someone who can place them at

crime scene.

Luke, back where you belong, in the
basement with the evidence.

Well, come on, then!

Will?

Okay. Run this thing.

Get it fast -tracked to the lab.

Tell Simon he's looking for trace
evidence around here.

But there were bullets going off
everywhere.

I was scared, and I was trying to get to
the kid, and this kid had just come out

of nowhere and crashed into him.

Face, Michael.

Try and remember what he looked like.

I just wanted to get to the little kid.

Have a look at the photos again.

Definite traces of blood.

Belonging to... Thierry Vassa?

Weird, huh?

Wonderful.

Thierry Vasseur was murdered by a copy
of his own company's promotional

brochure.

What is he talking about?

Something Ellen said.

He went to the princess to pick up a
brochure.

So it was in his car.

An improvised murder weapon.

It's an old East End hard man's trick,
and your victim never, ever sees it

coming.

He's assaulted my door!

We've got cherry bath earth prints on
the murder weapon, plus a rogue set of

partials. Now, if they're Ken Hill's,
partial prints, partial clear -up.

Don't be funny, Susan. It's not
ladylike.

Where's that man running to my office?

Now then, the guy that saved the kid,
Michael Samuels, is just positively

identified. Ken Hill.

At the scene of the crime, coming from
the lane.

Michael Samuels.

Oh, my kind of hero.

Saves a child and nails a killer.

Ken Hill.

Arrest. Print.

Convict in prison.

Then you can go and help Adrian get his
groove back.

And Susan, forget Ellen Vasseur.

And get Stan Laurel to repair my door.

Sir.

Hello.

Boom. Either you let us in, or we're
going to come back with a big battering

ram.

Battering ram? What's a battering ram?

Don't get funny with me, Ken. Just let
us in.

Quick.

I can't hang about.

I'm on a schedule.

Because if you're not past, you're last.

All right, then, Ken. We just want...
Aye?

Mr. Hale, if you could start the cover.

Didn't catch that.

I said, Mr Hill, if we could just ask
you a couple of questions. If I could

what? If I could just, if I could just.

I don't want to answer any more
questions, right? No more questions.

Everyone wants to ask questions. All of
a sudden, I've got all the answers. I

think you know who killed Terry Vasseur.
I see.

Kawasaki, midlife crisis. Yeah, that's
good, yeah. You think that's funny,

you? You know, I've done better, I've
done worse. Luke, maybe we should

Well, I'll tell you what.

I'll show you a midlife crisis.

Midlife crisis? Yeah.

Uh, Ken, you really need to calm down a
little here, hmm? Midlife crisis!

I'll show you midlife crisis!

Uh, Susan, what is he on?

Uh, I'm just going to make a phone call,
okay?

Who are you phoning?

Someone to come down and take a look at
you, all right?

Take a look at me, eh? Look at me!

Do I look like I need a midlife crisis,
do I? Do I look... Come on, son. Let's

go. Come on, come on.

Nice disco moves. What's that, funky
chicken for you old boys?

Luke! I'll tell you something, midlife
crisis, you don't know the half of it,

son. Go on, punch me down.

These are winner's deltoids, you get it?
Winner's deltoids, understand?

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not sure I'm quite
following you. No, you're not following

me, you're following them keys!

All right, Ken, that's enough. Take it
easy.

Ken.

Ken!

Not quite through, sir.

He had some kind of a seizure when he
tried throwing me out of the window. Oh,

if only.

Well, from what they've described, it
does sound like an amphetamine -induced

paranoid psychosis.

I'll get a blood sample to the lab as
soon as.

He sells drugs, he takes drugs.

You wouldn't get Michael Samuels acting
like that. Ken Hill was a health freak,

sir. He dealt drugs like any other
commodity. He did not take them.

You're saying we've got another murder
on our hands here?

Very probably.

There was a high concentration of
methamphetamine in his bloodstream.

Pure and undiluted. Now, this is not
something you take intentionally.

But if he has been slipped a mickey,
it's going to be hard to tell.

The stuff is white powder, it's
odourless, it's tasteless.

OK.

Get on to the research team so you can
hurry those results up. Sure, OK.

What are you thinking, Susan?

Are you really interested in what I'm
thinking, sir?

Only when it suits me.

What is the Irish girl doing in my
office?

She's Scottish.

Scottish?

The rope prints on the murder weapon.

They're not Ken Hill.

Oh, dear.

Right!

Get out! Go on, clear my personal space,
all of you!

Go see Adrian.

Back to square one.

We have missed the purpose of this.

Ken Hill wasn't threatening Thierry.

They were actually in this deal
together.

That's brilliant.

Right, it starts when Vasseur ciphers
money out of the company. OK? The 200

grand Ellen told us about. The
investment which he uses to buy the

Then, Ken Hill, with his connections to
organised crime, sets up a sale with the

distributor.

Right? But the distributor...

finds his merchandise has been somewhat
adulterated, okay?

So he threatens Vasseur, and then
Vasseur realizes that it's Hill that's

degraded the stuff.

That's why he calls Hill and tries to
tape it.

I'm being threatened, and I don't like
threats.

To prove to our buyer that Hill is the
real culprit.

Well, that's what happens when you play
with the big boys.

And that's how our mystery buyer knew to
go after Hill.

And Ken Hill ends up conveniently dead.

Exactly. Leaving us up a tree without a
paddle.

Not necessarily.

Found this in Ken Hill's flat.

This is Ken Hill.

And this... And that's Ellen Visser.

She denied knowing Ken Hill, didn't she?

Yep.

Okay. If the prints on the murder weapon
aren't Ken Hill's, they must belong to

someone else at the drive -by.

They are all suspect now. I want PIEs on
every one, plus prints. Yeah?

Okay.

Hey, where are you going?

Going to do a little shopping.

And if Turner wants to know... You want
to tell him you're in the bath?

Yeah.

Hi. Sorry.

Have we met?

Not yet.

Big pity small world, Alan.

Care to tell me what you were doing with
Mr. Samuel?

Period of money.

I was paying him off. He trashed my car.

Ken Hill.

You lied to me.

I didn't lie to you. Susan, I lied to
the police. Look, Ken and I have been

friends for years. I mean, we were
lovers, if that's your next question.

I don't know. I suppose it was a
shoulder to lean on, you know?

No, not anymore.

He's dead.

Murdered.

You still haven't answered my question.

Why did you lie to me about Ken Hill?

Look, whatever Ken and Thierry were up
to, drugs, you say, I didn't want to be

involved.

You can be very intimidating, Susan. I
panicked. I wasn't thinking.

Ellen, you are never not thinking.

If Samuel's prints match the prints on
the weapon used to kill your husband...

Oh, yeah.

You made a mistake.

You pointed us toward the murder weapon.

You and Samuel's are in this together.

As soon as Terry got the company,
everything changed. Didn't have to hide

much he resented you. All those other
women. Your father betrayed you. Terry

used you. So you took your revenge.

Made an arrangement with some drug
-dealing thug. You poisoned Terry.

Samuel's whacked him.

One murder.

No murderers, hmm?

What looked like a coincidence is now a
conspiracy.

Yep.

Good stuff, Susan.

This is a map to the parcels taken from
the murder weapon.

Yes.

I've just had Ellen Lusser's solicitor
on the phone.

You've been following her and harassing
her.

Walk away from it, Susan.

You're making me look vindictive and
obsessive.

Sir, she is in this up to her neck.

You've let her get inside your hand.
I've just seen her with Michael Samuel.

she's moving the furniture around and
painting the walls purple.

Who?

The man who saved the little boy.

The man you had your picture taken with.

Your kind of hero.

The man whose fingerprints are all over
the murder weapon.

It's a conspiracy, sir. Ellen Vasseur
and Michael Samuel.

Except he's not Michael Samuels. His
real name, or rather his full name, is

Michael Samuel Hinchelwood.

Intelligence have got Hinchelwood
flagged up with owning a minicab firm

the river.

So it's a front for drug distribution.

Delivery right to your door. He's got
the CV for this, and he was right under

our noses.

Landed by heroism.

Yeah, thanks for that, Frank.

Anyway, he's a clever boy, this Henshaw
Wood.

Told us he bumped into Can Hill.

But he didn't bump into Can Hill. It's
all in the statements.

He bumped into them priest's pal, Joe
Doggett. Do you see what I'm saying,

Susan?

That's what gave Samuels the idea of
saying he bumped into Ken Hill. He was

trying to frame Hill for the murder of
the third.

That's amazing.

Frank, scramble me an arrest team,
Alison.

Drugs, intelligence.

Tell them we've got our heads up for
them on a confinement of

I think she'll do it.

I get Ellen.

Well,

hello again. Look what I found in Mr
Hinchelwood's knicker drawer.

Tell me, copper, I'll save a little
kid's life and accidentally kill a drug

dealer.

The jury are going to make it out, eh?

That is hard for you to think about.

No, sorry, Mickey.

See, in this case, two rights make a big
fat wrong.

We'll see.

We will.

The

tox

report of Kenneth Hill.

Now, his bloodstream was full of pure
methamphetamine. It was mixed in with

powder vitamin drink.

It was exactly the same chemical
constitution as we found in your

drawer, Nicky.

I'm not a Ken Hill.

My client has no knowledge of a Ken
Hill.

Thierry Bethur was killed by a blow to
the face.

From this.

It had traces of his blood on it.

And your fingerprints.

Okay.

I met Mr. Vasseur outside his printers.

He owed me money.

Drugs? He owed my client money.

Mr.

Vasseur became violent and unreasonable.

My client tried to remonstrate with him.
In the confusion, my client struck him

in self -defense.

Mr. Bathur had a major coronary
incident.

And despite my client's strenuous
efforts to revive him, he expired.

I got out of the car.

There was a shooting.

Then, the little kid.

There was no intention on my client's
part to kill Thierry Bathur.

You got it all worked out, didn't you,
Mickey?

You and Ellen Vasseur conspired to kill
her husband.

Hang on.

What did you say?

She spends a few weeks poisoning him.

He's a hard sack waiting to happen. And
then along you come and a...

My God,

she set you up.

You didn't know she was poisoning him,
did you?

No.

No.

I went round there looking for Thierry.

All right, look, I wasn't as polite as I
could have been, but... I said, where

is he?

He's at the printers.

I hardly went near her.

And the bitch told me exactly where to
find him.

And she told us exactly where to find
the murder weapon.

Did you mention to her about that? Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

I told her.

I told her that I hit with that brochure
thing. She knew.

She pointed us right toward the murder
weapon with your print on it.

She played you twice.

Oh, God!

I got it wrong. There's no conspiracy.

This was Ellen, all on her own. She
called Hinchewood and told him that

found the pure methamphetamine Thierry
had skimmed and took it round to him on

Thursday. And on Friday, Ken Hill was
killed.

She must have held some back.

Never underestimate the power of the
lady who lunches. So you can't have

everything you want, sir?

Well, where would you put it?

I'm afraid he walked on the murder
charges.

That's not happening, Susan.

I'm sorry, Eve.

Look, it's his word against hers.

I can't put Ellen Beslow in the dock.
What, with a drug -dealing thug as my

witness? You've got to be kidding me. On
the Hill murder, it's a done deal.

We've got the murder weapon involved,
the pure methamphetamine, in his hands.

And the Russell murder? Well, it's
Hinchelwood again.

How?

He struck the fatal blow.

No, no, Hinchelwood is the symptom.
Ellen is the cause. It keeps coming back

Ellen. I'm sorry, Susan, I'm going with
Ian on this. Hang on, I agree with

Susan.

No -one cares about you.

We've got nothing on her that isn't
circumstantial.

Thus, Ellen Vasseur had nothing to gain
from her husband's death.

In fact, the only person who had
anything to gain was Alice.

Humans lie, numbers don't.

Thierry Vasseur was moving the money for
the drug deal out of his company via

Alice's trust fund.

Two days ago, £400 ,000, the profit from
this deal, was deposited back into her

account. This gives Alice motive.

Oh, no.

No, this gives Ellen motive.

I mean, everything she's done, whatever
the money... Cat fight's over.

Well, am I going mad here?

I mean, for Christ's sake.

This woman manipulates us, she lies to
us, she poisons her husband, she kills

Ken Hill, and then she frames
Hinchelwood with a whole lot of it, and

going to let her walk?

I mean, what the hell is going on here?

Sorry, sir, we've got another murder up
in Halford. Looks like a Turkish gang

thing. Charge Hinchelwood and get up to
Halford before we have the Battle of

Stalingrad on our hands.

No.

Clear the room.

There are no absolutes, Susan, not in
this game.

Sometimes even the best of us have to
compromise.

It means getting a result.

That's the price.

And sometimes the good men don't win.

Mickey Hinchwood's off the streets.

It's a compromise, but it's a result.

And I need you to take a hit and get up
to Holford before the darkness drags us

under into the everlasting night from
whence none may return.

Now get out.

I'm starting to bore myself.

No idea yet, but the victim's a young
male, Turkish, we think.

Dumfries? He's already down there.

Witnesses? We're still rounding them up.

Tell Dumfries Susan and I will be down
there as soon as.

Susan, are you all right?

Huh?

I mean, Turner didn't suspend you, would
he? No, no, no.

No, Turner's... Right?

Well,

I mean, I suppose even a broken clock
tells the right time twice a day.

I mean, when Alan started poisoning
Tiarine... No, no, no, that's not what I

mean. How could she know Hinchelwood
would come after him?

She's clever, but she... she ain't that
clever.

Isn't she?

Will, have you still got that
methamphetamine we recovered from

No, it's all packed up, ready for the
drug choice.

Is it?

Well, get your jacket off, you're on
overtime.

Come on, then.

The drugs you passed to Mickey
Hinchelwood.

Your prints, they're on the cellophane.

On the inside.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

This way.

Thierry, Ken Hill, Mickey Hinchelwood,
you played them all off against one

another. Murder by remote control. Very
clever.

You trampled with the drugs behind
Thierry's back and then all you had to

wait. And Ken Hill.

Did he figure out what you'd done?

You murdered your husband, you murdered
Hill, and then...

I'm sorry, Alice.

It's OK.

Don't let me interrupt.

Alice, do you think I'm stupid?

I know what he was like. He was using
your trust fund.

I know.

I signed that because he needed help
with the business. Alice, he was using

money to buy drugs.

If the police had caught him, your
signature was on those papers, you would

gone to prison. That's how much he loved
you. You're lying.

For once, Alice, she's telling the
truth.

Don't ever come near me again.

He was my father.

I loved him.

I think Alice is going to be just fine.

You're right.

She will.

You alright?

Yes, thank you.

The seven -hour test for the judge.

Step at least eight times. And guess
what?

No one saw a thing.

Joe Doggo.

His lock ran out.

What have you got there, then?

I don't know.

I'm going to find out.

Does anyone know what this means?

It's a lotus flower.

It's a symbol of his own village.

His own people killed him because they
were talking to you.

No, he testified against me. His village
suffers.

So his own people end it here.

His blood is on your hands. His blood is
on the hands of the men who killed him.

Whatever.

It ends here.

Okay?

You people should walk away from this.

Uh -uh. We never walk away.

Susan.

Blonde.

Died.

Frank.

I'll get it down to the lab. Can you do
what we do here?

Susan.

Yeah?

Well done on the Vasa thing.

You won it.

You won the cat fight.

Meow.

Right, lads, let's get on with it.
Crank, do what you do.