All language subtitles for Murder City s01e06 Nothing Scared

It's been happening since the dawn of
time.

There's no sign that it will ever end.

It is a given of the human condition.

I'm talking about the inexhaustible
capacity for murder.

No matter how efficient or successful we
are, we must face the truth.

We are engaged in the business of chaos
management.

That is our destiny.

So I say, let us achieve maximum
efficiency.

And welcome to the new era.

the era of continuous individual
auditing. Each command cell structure

designated robust audit trails, linking
targets and objectives through to

operation and output.

This means rigorous, ongoing performance
-based analysis.

Gone are the days when we will be
assessed and measured as a team.

Gone are the days when the weak and
slowful are able to hide behind the

and efficient.

For the heart of thinking, I'm
separating the wheat from the chaff.

I'm proposing that you compete against
each other in a point system.

In order to facilitate my one true
belief, the holy grail of peace,

the clear up.

Any questions?

Lovely.

And let the games begin.

Mmm, kebab.

Who are the gods?

Luke, it's ten o 'clock in the morning.

I should take that into custody for your
own protection.

Oh, you're not buying into Turner's
point of victim nonsense, are you? Of

not. We're a team. We win together, we
lose together.

You're a noble gentleman, Suzette, but I
know you, and you have a competitive

streak. Don't deny it. No, I don't. Yes,
you do. I don't. You do. I don't. You

do. Alison!

Why are we here? The airport security
saw a man push the car into the water.

The license plates had been pulled off.

The diver's been down. Looks like a
professional hit.

We think there's a body in there.

We think right.

Bound to be no ID.

Right. What do we know and what do we
think?

Drown in the boot of his car.

Obviously been knocked about.

Gangland. Drugs. Protection.

Squeeching permit and wives.

All right, then, on the off chance you
might be right, Alison, get on to

intelligence. See if there's anything
going down amongst local gangs.

Let's see what the body's got to say.

Let's see what the shoe's got to say
first.

Anything. These are expensive and made.

Antonelli's of German Street, and there
should be the empty two, serial number.

I'll take the shoe shop. Do I get points
for that?

No.

Forgive me, but murder inquiry?

It's about identifying the killer, not
the victim.

There's a hairline fracture of the jaw,
three broken ribs, bruising around the

eyes, and here, a huge gash. There would
have been a lot of bleeding.

Also, there's marked indentations on the
wrists, the ankles, and thighs.

Rope? No, more like wire.

I'd say this man was tied up and then
beaten viciously, severely.

Far more madness than method.

Oh, excuse me.

Hello? Yep.

Is that blood on your tie?

Chill it off.

I did it.

I killed him.

You know, some people may call me lucky,
Frank, but I find the harder I work,

the luckier I get.

What's your name, son?

Tony.

Anthony Langton.

Well, Anthony Langton, I'm placing you
under arrest on suspicion of murder.

Nice one.

Cuff him.

Process him.

Body to pathology, weapon to forensics,
then call me.

I'll be at the gym.

Point in the bag, Frank.

Alison! Jonathan James Kaplan, shoes
from German street, dealer in arts and

antiquities. So maybe not, ganglion.

Come on.

There's a storeroom downstairs.

Well, there's no signs of forced entry.

Which means if Kaplan was abducted from
here, he must have known his assailants.

Family? Three ex -wives, they all cited
his gambling as the reason they divorced

him. And seven children, ten grand a
month in aluminium minstrels. Open

Street.

beer. Alex, can we get forensics down
here?

Good.

Fix the wire.

Trace of the blood.

Okay. Pass them to present.

Captain and his attacker sit down over a
cup of nice beers.

Cheers.

They sit, they drink, they talk, and it
kicks off.

This killer picks up his beer bottle and
whacks him.

Captain's either unconscious or groggy.

His assailant ties him to the chair and
gets to work.

Do you want something from Kaplan?
Money?

Information? Art?

All right, guys, I want a complete sweep
of this area.

Possible assault weapon? Print?

Well, I've managed.

So we understand.

Yeah. Let's take a look upstairs.

The flat. The flat.

Turkish bordello.

Nice.

Busy boy.

Oh, Viagra.

Girl's best friend.

Oh, look at this.

You know what that is?

No. That is the world's most expensive
perfume.

Clive Christian No.

1. You're tampering with evidence, Susan
Alembic. £1 ,000 a fluid ounce.

Blimey, you could start a riot with
that.

Page 37, verse 14.

Remembering thy lip, the ruby red I
kiss.

Having not that to sip, my lips press
this.

R.

And what about these?

Fitzgerald's Casino.

Gambling debt?

My inner voices are telling me beaten
because he wouldn't pay.

Killed because he couldn't?

Well, there's one way of finding out.

Welcome to the secret city.

We're here looking into Kaplan's
background. As far as this lot's

he's still alive and kicking.

Inspector Alambic.

Edward Devere.

Detective Sergeant Stone.

Right, mate.

May I know the reason for your visit?

Jonathan James Kaplan.

Ah, J .J. What is it this time? Opium,
booze, chorus grounds, or driving under

the influence of all three?

No, actually, we're looking into his
business first.

We should talk upstairs.

Fine. I'll hang out here if you don't
mind. Be my guest. Take out some chips.

Compliments of the management.

Aye, aye, mate.

Had a kebab this morning.

No,

no, really. Johnny's a very good client
and a friend.

An excellent marksman and highly
respectable.

And when was the last time you saw him?

Ian could check with the register, but I
don't think he's been in for a while.

Weeks, actually.

Another bottle of Cristal, please, Inga.
And put one down for the house.

There you are, darling.

You've got enough to pop it, haven't
you?

Have a drink.

I have Christian number one.

Emotional intelligence, too. I only
recognised a part of you.

In my world, that counts for emotional
intelligence.

How much does Johnny Kaplan count in
your world?

Remembering thy lip, the ruby red I
kiss.

Having not that to sip, my lips press
this.

I can get my people.

To run a handwriting comparison between
this and your inscription on the book of

Remy's poetry I found at Kaplan's place.

And just on the off chance you might be
thinking of lying to me. I'm always

thinking of lying to someone.

What?

Rosalind Mansfield.

Luke Stone.

I want to talk about Johnny.

Tuck your shirt in and meet me in the
ladies' restroom in five minutes.

than this stuff.

This all comes from Kaplan, doesn't it?
Some of it did.

Johnny's trips to the Middle East can be
very productive.

And he likes to gamble.

He finds this place very convenient.

He makes his business contacts here,
makes his profits here and blows his

profits here.

Well, I thought it was his business and
his personal affairs you were interested

in. Well, I like to work with the bigger
picture, Mr. Devere.

I'm going to need copies of your
security tape for the last couple of

You must understand, Miss Gerald, this
is a private member's club, private

the operative word.

Right now, I can see at least three
violations of the gaming and licensing

rules, plus a very serious health and
safety infringement.

Ian.

Fetch the tapes.

Thank you.

Why don't we head?

any of us here. What does it all mean?

I have to be careful who I'm seeing
with.

Johnny's advice.

When did you last see Johnny?

A few days ago.

Maybe a week. In your class?

A little more than friends.

A little less than lovers.

That's not what the poetry and the
viagra tell him.

Johnny thinks sex plus romance equals
love.

Like most men, they think they just want
your body, but actually they want...

Your soul?

Something like that.

Where is Johnny?

Who does Johnny owe money to? I don't
know.

Don't know much. I don't know anything
about anything.

Look, Johnny hasn't been in contact. I'm
worried about him.

If you can't tell me where he is, maybe
I should go.

Johnny was murdered.

Drowned in the booth of his car.

A bit more than friends. I'm not seeing
any tears.

Haven't you noticed?

I'm shallow and inconstant.

Let me in.

Right, well, there's three options.

Cocaine, sex, or... Her name's Rosa
Manfield. She's Kathleen's girlfriend.

I was questioning her.

Really? Get anything out of her?

I don't know.

Right.

Cutting mould on 18 -ounce lantai beer
bottle.

The glass from the roomy gallery.

This is a jump for the cream.

The team's been up half the night with
the tapes from the casino.

They've spliced together the highlights.

We're going back five weeks here.

There's Kaplan on the right.

Oh, and there's your special friend.

Ah, this special friend of yours. She's
key to this whole thing.

Now, he looks familiar.

Midge Olsen. He's grown a beard.

Midge Olsen?

He was involved in the first wave of
ecstasy to hit the UK. Very intolerant

errant employees, I seem to remember.

Olsen and Kaplan get pretty oiled
together and spend the rest of the night

talking, but that's the last we see of
Kaplan at Fitzgerald's.

A week later there, see?

The girl has a brief word with Olsen.

And again, again, and there again.

Conclusion, Alison?

She's Olsen and Kaplan's go -between,
or...

She's helping Alston plan Kaplan's
murder.

Very good.

Can we get any sound enhancement on
this? We can enhance the picture and a

reader.

I'm going to have to clear that one.
Grub.

What?

Grub? Lip reader. Grub.

A boy can barely string a sentence
together.

His granny's boyfriend was profoundly
deaf. He picked up the technique and he

comes for free.

For free?

Yeah, he owes me a favour.

That saved his life.

Frank! Yes?

Your mission, Frank Crane, should you
choose to accept it, is to fit all these

bits of glass on that mould and rebuild
that whole bottle.

Get our prints, get our killing.

That's going to take weeks.

Thanks,

Luke. You're a star.

D .I. Webster, art theft and fraud.

This is Dr. Megan Finch, specialist in
Near East Antiquities at the British

Museum. Hi, D .S. Stone.

D .I. Lembick. Hello. I've been looking
at the stock.

The man is utterly immoral.

Most of these pieces have been missing
from museums and galleries for years.

He's a plunderer.

A philistine.

Our department's been aware of Kaplan
for a couple of years now. A lot of

and sourcing trips to the Middle East.

His contacts go right through all the
big buyers and collectors.

He mixed in the right circles.

Fitzgerald. Well, look, I'll leave you
to it. Cheers. Thank you.

I need to identify provenance for the
rest of the stuff.

If there's any information or research
or... That's my number.

Detective.

Thank you.

Doctor.

Doctor? Detective?

Much made in heaven.

What on earth are you on about?

Well, I can already hear the pitter
-patter of tiny Rubik's cubes. Susan,

there's more to me than meets the eye.
No, I have a very Catholic taste in

women. Oh, what, Rosa?

No, that is a professional interest.

On her part or yours?

She's a suspect. Or a key witness.

Or both.

Susan, don't worry.

I'll be fine.

Annie, give me the tools, I'll do the
job.

I'm afraid you've got a bit of an
anomaly on this one, Adrian.

An anomaly.

Your victim was a 45 -year -old speed
walker called Robin Appleby. He died

a heart attack. No, he didn't. The fatal
wound was not caused by you whacking

him with a brick. It was. It happened
when his head collided with the ground.

No.

I did it. It was me.

And I'm confessing. I deserve to be
punished.

Oh, you'll be punished, all right.

For wasting police time.

Frank, this is going to take days,
weeks, months even.

That's a vital piece of evidence. Yeah,
well, you'll just have to multitask.

You're the one who took the call on that
Speedwalker murder that never was, so

you'll have to deal with the
consequences.

Why would a man confess to a murder he
didn't commit?

Because he's a nutter.

Well, even nutters have their own logic.

Frank, just charge that loon with
wasting police time and kick him back to

gutter, OK?

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

Now, she is a honey.

Come on. Lip reading.

Hmm? We're doing lip reading.

Okay, let's roll.

Right, so, uh, the honey here, she says,
um, you were right.

He does want to buy it.

Dude replies, Johnny can broker the
deal. Uh, honey...

As long as Johnny gets his finder's fee,
he's happy.

Uh, honey, there's a hitch.

The deal's postponed.

Dude says, postponed or abandoned?

Tell me postponed for Johnny's sake and
yours.

Okay, so she's a go -between.

She's not a conspirator to murder.

Okay, honey says, um, everything's fine.

Midge.

Midge and... The trade is on.

Johnny will take your thing to the
buyer.

Dude says the exchange where and when.

Honey... Hang on.

See, that was two nights ago.

The night Kaplan was murdered.

What if Olsen was selling and Kaplan was
the broker?

Why would Olsen kill Kaplan?

Okay, people, I've got something.

It's a bit weird, but the last thing she
says here is M -A

-9 -8 -3.

It's a flight number.

Yeah,

Jonathan, Kaplan and his girlfriend,
Rosa Mansfield.

They seem to be involved in some kind of
deal.

Mitch Olsen is the seller, Kaplan the
broker.

And Rosa Mansfield, the go -between.

Bar's arriving from Malta tonight,
midnight.

Maybe we should bring Olsen in.

On what basis?

Well, we've got him on that tape.

Sort of threatening Kaplan via Rosa.

Sort of?

Via? Well, you know, it's the nearest
thing we've got to a suspect.

Sir, I think we should let the deal go
ahead.

First, we get to recover whatever
illegal art thing Olsen's got going on.

we get a wedge into Olsen's life, his
business, and his motive for killing

Kaplan. Yeah, but what if the whole
thing's been called off?

Why would it be called off?

Yeah, why?

Did you tell Rosa Kaplan's been
murdered?

Susan, did you authorise the release of
that information?

No. She didn't.

Sir, is the stoner out of his depth,
sir?

Cat stuck up a tree and he be out of his
depth.

We're going to have to get that girl to
cooperate.

You think she's going to sign up for a
thing like that with a thug like Olsen

her back?

Well, someone's going to have to
persuade her, isn't he?

Well, she already thinks that you're a
gullible idiot.

Yeah, just look at yourself as a honey
trap.

Wasting police time.

Is that serious?

Will there be a trial?

Why would you confess to a murder you
didn't commit?

I don't know.

And that bloke was lying there dead.

And I grabbed a brick.

Then that woman saw me and started
screaming.

Wait a second.

Hey, hey, are you listening to me?

You should be listening to me.

Do you think you could come back in
tomorrow morning, Tony?

I've a bit more time to listen to you,
then.

Is that possible?

Yes, yes.

Tomorrow morning?

Yeah.

See you then.

Straight through. Right then.

You lied to me.

Transcripts of your conversation with
Midge Olsen in the casino.

You passed some messages between him and
Johnny.

I wouldn't take it personally. I lie to
everyone. I don't.

Flight MA983 arriving Heathrow Terminal
2, midnight tonight.

Welcome to selling something.

Johnny was the broker.

Questions.

What was being sold and who was it being
sold to?

Answers. I don't know.

On both counts.

Mitch Olsen was threatening you.

Why?

He was concerned about Johnny's
whereabouts.

He'd given Johnny the thing, whatever it
was he was selling, and Johnny

disappeared. Or maybe he had killed
Johnny.

Oh, boy, that.

And Olsen thinks Johnny gave the thing
to you.

What I really need to know is, has the
deal been called off?

No. Really?

He wants me to deliver it. Say I'll go
there, under our supervision.

No, there's only one problem. I don't
have the thing. Well, where is the

As a matter of fact, what is the thing?
If I knew what the thing was, I wouldn't

be calling it the thing.

Johnny didn't tell me.

He wanted to protect me.

He did protect you.

He died for me.

You've played the material girl long
enough, you've lost yourself and become

role.

Are you trying to redeem me?

No.

Just want information.

What was Johnny selling? Who was he
selling it to? Where is it?

I don't know anything about anything.

I think you know about everything.

I mean, if you don't know who the buyer
is, how does Olsen expect you to

recognise him?

He's going to come to the gallery.

That's why the team's standing by.

No! Yes.

Since the biomechanics contact, they're
taking me for questioning.

And if you don't cooperate with me, I
will make it my profession to know

everything about you, and I can obsess,
I really can.

I will deduce your dreams, calculate
your secrets, turn information into

intimacy. So if you want me out of your
life, you need to cooperate.

I haven't met a man yet I didn't want
out of my life.

eventually.

That's what he's in, isn't it? No, wait,
wait.

Shit!

Come on!

Target's down. I need an ambulance now.

Shit,

he's gone.

Yeah, we've got a shooter on the bike. I
want you to seal off the roads around

him now.

Where's that ambulance?

Come on, guys.

Flight itinerary from Malta.

And in the wallet, passport, bank and
credit card details identified by him as

Max Bellamy.

That rings a bell.

Check it out, Alan.

Contents of the briefcase.

Shaver, hair dye. And this was found in
his top pocket. It's like a page from an

old book.

Your territory, Luke.

Both bottom.

And... Check this.

Woo -hoo!

Wow.

That leafed. Two million.

What do we have on the now double murder
and counting inquiry?

Well, the second victim, Max Bellamy,
retired drug dealer, spent the last year

and a half hiding out in Malta.

I'll leave you to it.

Sounds like the beginning of an endless
cycle of mindless violence and

brutality.

I don't feel able to participate.

On we... Remember, points mean prizes.

Right, um...

Three years ago, Max Bellamy was engaged
to Midge Olsen's sister, Kitty.

It ended badly. Drugs were involved.

Kitty's been in and out of psychiatric
institutions ever since.

Adrian. Oh, cheers, love.

Gives Olsen plenty of Moses.

So Olsen got Kaplan to broker an art
sale to lure Bellamy back into the

And Rosa.

Mata Hari downstairs.

How much did she know about Olsen's
plan?

Listen, Susan, I'm not sure Rosa knew
much about a hit.

I mean, look, she didn't expect that
shot on Bellamy. I saw her reaction.

Yeah, I saw yours too.

Where do you think you're going?
Interview Rosa. Oh, no.

Excuse me. No, I'll handle Miss Rosa
from now on.

That parchment thing we found on the
victim?

Get on to Dr Finch, find out what was
changing hands here, all right?

Max Bellamy.

Who? The man whose blood ruined your
jacket.

Oh, him.

Let's get this clear.

You don't know what you were selling or
who you were selling it to, is that

correct? I have a social engagement at
nine o 'clock this evening.

Rosie, you're facing a conspiracy to
murder charge.

So why don't you tell me what you know
or your client will be entertaining

himself tonight.

Do you really think that I'd agree to
help you lot out if I knew it was going

be a hit?

Yeah, if the price was right.

It wasn't part of my deal with Luke to
get shot. Forget Luke.

I am... Maybe I can't forget Luke.

We're jealous, are we? You want it more
to yourself?

Yes.

Actually, I do.

Well, if a very good detective gets
results, it makes me look good.

Shall we grow up and move on?

Okay.

I was cooperating with you.

I was supposed to be under your
protection.

You almost got me killed.

Now, that's something that doesn't make
you look good, does it?

So, that Dumfries guy, your boss, wasn't
too happy about

me confessing to killing that jogger.

No.

Well, he gets a bit excited sometimes,
you see.

So what?

Frank,

shouldn't we have some kind of strategy
for this?

Yeah.

Let's treat it like life. Start at the
bottom and work our way up, shall we?

So you're not working now, Tony?

No.

I gave all that up years ago.

What's the point?

You know, if you're going to be nothing,
you might as well do nothing.

In your confession, it said you used to
be a paramedic.

My brother did that.

Eleven years.

No, that's two, three months.

And it goes there?

Yeah.

Dr Finch?

I have, um, something I want to ask you.
Yes, detective?

Any idea what this might be?

I'm not sure.

You're not sure, but... These
characters, extrapolating backwards

from the cuneiform.

Babylonian alphabet, my God.

I'm dying a thousand deaths here,
Doctor.

What is it?

Ancient Hypergodian.

Is that supposed to ring my bell?

Not really.

I know a man whose bell it will ring.

So, Doctor, who are we seeing?

Professor Emerson Linex.

Now, listen, he was fired from his
academic post ten years ago, barred from

having any form of teaching or research
job.

Now he's a church warden.

Anyway, it's this way.

Isn't this dangerous, Megan?

People have been known to have their
research grants discontinued just for

talking to me.

Detective Stone would like you to take a
look at something.

Where did you get this?

No, I can't discuss that.

I thought it might be ancient Heskosian.

In knowing myself, I will know God. And
in knowing God,

I will know myself. I am the he that
knows.

I am the self.

Our castles are poor.

This is the introductory page of the
book of our castles.

It's an ancient...

sacred text.

It's a document whose existence I've
spent my whole professional life

trying to prove.

Well, they laughed at me.

They discredited me.

You see, Arcasos is a highly explosive,

even subversive document.

It proves the existence of an ancient...

On a theatic faith.

It's a religion that precedes and
defines all the major world faiths, but

religions, Mr Stone, they're
institutions.

So to doubt their veracity... Yeah,
yeah, and what's with the book thing? Is

worth a lot of money?

For many powerful people and
institutions, its value lies not in

but in life.

I'm sorry, but don't most religions have
a bit of a problem with premeditated

murder? Well, the danger is more likely
to come from believers in the book.

They've been with us down the centuries.

The book is the Bible.

It's their Koran, it's their Talmud, and
they will kill to keep this book in the

shadows, to keep their very existence.

Who? Who are these people?

The bullet taken from Bellamy's back had
traces of gold on it, which rang a few

bells, namely Harry Hurcombe, gunsmith
and jeweller.

He'd been using his jeweller's tools to
reactivate guns.

Gold traces found on the inside of the
barrel had been transferred onto the

bullet. So, after a little tactical
cajoling, Mr Hurcombe identified the man

hired the .45 midge.

Olsen.

That's very good, Adrian.

Dedicated, rational, devoted to duty,
and very economical in

terms of manpower and expenses.

Ah, well, a double teardrop and an
avalanche of points. My goodness.

All right, we know that Olsen killed
Bellamy, but it doesn't automatically

follow that he killed... Hang on, what's
this?

Olsen killed Bellamy? Are we sure about
that?

Uh, the physical evidence.

OK.

But he didn't kill Kaplan.

Olsen has no motive for killing Kaplan.

Other people do.

Explain. Explain.

I am talking about a highly powerful and
influential secret society whose fate

extends all the way back to the
Babylonians.

They are called the Magnati.

This is the introductory page of their
Bible, the Book of Archapos.

This must have been sent to Bellamy as a
sample.

This is what Catherine was selling to
Bellamy. Now, if members of the Magnati

knew that Catherine had their sacred
book, that would give motive.

All right, get to the point, Luke. Is it
worth a lot of money, and would

somebody kill for it?

Oh, yes.

On both counts.

Sir, if Dear Stone has been lunching on
hallucinogens, do you mind if we...

Many, many years ago.

I was a bright, idealistic young
detective. I was seconded to a home

inquiry into the activities of the
Magnati.

After three months, the inquiry
concluded that there was no evidence to

even the existence of such a group.

I believe powerful forces arranged the
outcome of that inquiry.

And I'm not talking about accountants in
cheap suits with funny handshakes.

Proceed. With great caution.

I don't particularly care for you
people.

But I prefer if you were investigating
murders rather than being the victims of

them.

Now, keep your mouth shut about this out
of this room, all right?

I'll let me interview Olsen.

If he committed both murders, it's a
routine inquiry.

You.

If you really believe...

Someone else killed Kaplan. He gave me
the proof.

That... You keep that very, very quiet.

And don't tell anybody you got it. Do
you understand me?

Frank, what are you doing?

Why don't you work from the neck down?
The neck's where the prints are going to

be.

Who's this?

It's Tony Lankan.

We're charging him with wasting Adrian's
time.

He confessed to a murder I didn't
commit.

Why? We're working on that one.

But Tony fancies himself as a serial
killer, doesn't he?

Right, guys.

Forget the rest of the bottle.

Let's concentrate on the neck.

Yeah.

That piece.

Physical evidence, Midge.

It's cut and dried.

You are going down for the murder of Max
Bellamy.

Look, you knew Bellamy had moved out of
drugs and into arts and antiques.

So you used this book to lure him back
into the country.

I didn't think you'd pull the trigger
yourself.

After what he did to your sister.

One of life's more satisfying moments.

Well, it's all about length of sentence
now, Mitch.

So talk to me.

This book that you were selling, how did
you get your hands on it?

It's contact of a contact.

You remember the Barrington HDL robbery
ten years ago?

Came out of one of the safety deposit
boxes.

What about Johnny Kaplan?

No.

No, no, no, no way.

No, there's no way you're going to pin
that on me. Why would I want to kill

Johnny Kaplan? Did Johnny tell anyone he
had this book?

Did anyone else know it was in his
possession?

I don't know.

All I know is I didn't kill Johnny
Kaplan.

I mean, things people do to each other.

Things I saw on the ambulances.

Life is cheap.

Mayor of the squad, tell us about it.

I remember the tramps and the vagrants.

I used to pick them up off the street.

I used to think I'll end up like that
one day.

Invisible.

I mean, when they disappear, who misses
them?

Which hospital did you say you worked
out of, Tony?

Northmere.

Northmere.

Eureka. Prince.

Yeah? Yep.

Life is cheap.

And just to prove you're right, Tony...
I'm right.

We'd cross -check call out logs from
Northmere Hospital against reported

fatalities in that area, wouldn't we?

We would.

Nice to meet you.

It's still possible Olsen's lying. I
mean... Come on, Adrian.

Forget the double clear -up. Olsen had
no motive for killing Kaplan. Results on

the bottle used to wet Kaplan. The
prints are not Major Olsen's.

There you go.

Wait till you get a load of this.

Victims of the Barrington HDL seek
deposit robbery.

Edward de Vere.

You didn't tell me you were
investigating the murder of Johnny

didn't even tell me he was dead.

Johnny was a good friend of mine, you
know. Johnny Kaplan was brokering the

of an ancient book.

The Alcatel?

Sorry, that means nothing to me.

Well, it was stolen from your safety
deposit box in the Barrington ACL

ten years ago.

I lost the family silver and some
government bonds in that robbery.

Yes, well, it's not the sort of thing
you'd report as missing, now, is it?

Over a hundred people lost property from
that property. Because the book has

sacred religious significance to a group
called the Magnati.

And somebody tortured and killed Johnny
Kaplan to get it back.

People like you.

Life's spear carriers.

You hear myths, fables.

The men in gray suits in smoke -filled
rooms. The powers behind the powers

behind the throne.

Your boss Turner.

He knows how difficult it can be to
prove the existence of something that

be seen or touched.

Every day is a school day, Inspector.

Learn the lesson.

Luke. Rosa.

I need to see you.

No, now.

Alone. What is it? What happened?

I'm scared.

It's obvious they were looking for the
thing.

The Book of Old Castles.

They've been following me.

I keep feeling like I'm being watched,
and now this.

I'm frightened, Luke.

Who did this?

You've got the book, haven't you?

Edward de Vere.

His man.

He was here.

He did this.

I'm scared, Luke.

Where is it?

Oh, come on, Luke.

A girl likes to be wooed a little before
she reveals her secret.

For Christ's sake, Rosie, you know, the
mysterious Fanfattel stuff is not really

appropriate right now.

You know, you want me to protect you.

But I can't protect you if you keep
lying to me. I'm not lying to you. How

know that's not a lie?

You have to trust me.

You don't understand.

Devir have power, real power.

It's the kind of power that in this city
reaches into every corner.

You've heard of the Magnati.

The very centre of it is death.

We could sell him the book, Luke.

He'd buy it for maybe a lot of money.

I'd be willing to split it with you.

Come on, Rosa.

No, that's not an option.

Not for Luke Stone, eh?

I've never met an honest man before.

You want to kiss me, don't you?

We've compromised the investigation.

I can't.

Suppose you're off duty.

I'm never off duty.

May the Lord bless.

You have to keep your strength up.

I love playing out.

What? What is it?

It's nothing.

Just drink your coffee like everything's
normal.

Don't.

I need an arresting.

Craig Lydon. Apparently he's had Rose's
apartment under surveillance.

Who? Well done, lads. Just get in that
process and finish your panel.

Wait. You work at VIA? Who? Edward VIA.
Luke?

Oh, she's been processed, yeah?

Thanks.

Luke?

All right, how did you know that Rose's
apartment was being watched?

Well, she called me.

One of De Vere's thugs had turned her
apartment over, completely trashed it,

I went over there.

She's got the book.

She told you she didn't have it? She
lied.

She lied? The point is, she is scared
and she is trapped, which makes her the

best chance we have of nailing De Vere
for Catherine's murder. How?

De Vere wants the book.

How do you do?

Detective Chief Inspector Turner.

What is it you want me to do?

We would like you...

to offer De Vere the book.

I'm sorry, but what does that prove?

It proves he has motive for killing
Kaplan.

Yes.

But it doesn't prove that he actually
killed him, which doesn't help with my

long -term personal safety.

Yes, but if, in selling the book to De
Vere, he happened to admit to killing

Kaplan... Ah.

So you want me to extract a confession.

We can't actually send you in there with
the intention of extracting a

confession. That would be entrapment and
the case wouldn't stand up in court.

However, if we were to send you in with
a completely different motive than De

Vere happened in passing to discuss
Kaplan's killing...

OK.

I'll go get the book.

So this is what all the fuck is about.

And this is genuine, is it?

Yes.

Right.

OK.

Can you say something?

I don't know. What did you have for
breakfast this morning?

Luke Stone.

She's joking.

That works.

What?

Last night, you and her.

Now, I have to ask you this. Do you?

She's a key witness, Luke.

She's got little enough credibility as
it is without you and her. Susan, don't

make me lie to you.

Right, we're on.

Have you got the money?

You don't understand spirituality, do
you, Rosie? You don't understand that

knowledge is power, not money. I'm
shallow that way.

What made you think I had it?

Well, you're close to Johnny, and I know
how good you are at getting things from

men.

I'm surprised you didn't come calling
sooner.

Well, Johnny was...

I would have been very willing to get
into bed with you, metaphorically

speaking.

You've always been most accommodating in
the past.

It would have been a lot less trouble
than killing Johnny.

Let's get on with it, Rosa.

Your money.

Your book.

God's sake, what is he playing at? Well,
maybe he doesn't trust Rosa.

How unusual.

Come on, we should move in. Well, why?

He gives us more time to get a
confession.

Yes, but if he killed Catherine, he's
got the book. What's to stop him taking

her somewhere right now and killing her
too?

Ah.

I'm moving. Follow me.

Where are we going, Edward?

You'll find out soon enough.

Why so many questions, Rosa?

Just curious.

Police. We sit, we wait, and we don't
move.

Okay. You really think I'd sell you a
forgery, Edward?

It's not you I don't trust, it's Johnny.
He could have got a copy made.

I mean, you wouldn't know the
difference, would you?

After all I've been through, you think
he's dumped a fake on me?

Well, let's hope not.

If it's a fake, I'll kill you.

Shall we?

Tell me, Edward, did you kill Johnny?

The signal's gone. It must have gone
down to the crypt. Well, where the hell

you going?

I'd better get down there.

Come on, lads. Just stay by the door
there, OK?

Line X.

It's here.

Put it on the table.

It's genuine.

Excuse me.

Edward.

Hello. Ah, yes.

Your money.

I'm sorry.

You cared, Johnny, didn't you?

Kaplan, he was... When he called me to
have

this authenticated, I thought he was...
He was only interested in the money.

I tried to plead with him.

I could have raised the funds if only he
would have wasted them.

No, no, no, he wouldn't listen.

I'm not an evil man.

But this means more than life.

Stay still.

Take him for the murders of Jonathan
Kaplan and Edward de Vere.

De Vere?

Well, where's Rosa?

I'm arresting you for murder. Do not say
anything that may harm your defence.

If you don't mention one question,
something which you later rely on court.

Rosa?

Rosa?

And so my officer of the week is
Detective Constable Craven.

Tony Langton, the suspect, was obsessed
with being noticed.

He confessed to the murder of the
speedwalker and successfully wasted

time. But, uh...

Frank realised this confession was the
symptom of a deeper malaise.

Frank ascertained that the suspect
worked as a paramedic at Northmere

And in the sudden death of five homeless
people, all of whom died while the

suspect was on duty, Frank noticed a
pattern.

Frank, contribute.

Air embolism causes a heart attack. It's
difficult to detect, but...

Outstanding, Frank.

Outstanding. I think you're a round of
applause, don't you, for Frank, eh?

Thanks a lot, Luke.

Oh, win together, lose together, eh? No.

D .S. Stone?

Yeah. D .C. Brian Ormond.

D .S. Matt Stone.

Arts and Antiques.

Oh, OK. You guys need to pick up the
book.

The trouble this baby's caused.

Once our experts have authenticated it,
it'll go into the public domain.

That's when the trouble really starts.

Can you sign here?

Yeah.

Craig Lydon, the guy taking photographs
of Rose's apartment.

He didn't work for De Vere.

Just a good old -fashioned peeping Tom.

Isn't that evidence?

Well, we got our clear up.

I get rid of Eve.

Just means less paperwork.

What do you think?

You know, whatever you're going to do,
do it.

What I'm going to do is only possible
because De Vere is dead and Rose is

In other circumstances, to be on trial,
Rosa as witness.

I'd have no option, Luke. I would have
to take these to Turner.

And I wouldn't be able to protect you.
Do you understand that?

I'm sorry.

I was bloody stupid.

You and your Catholic tastes.

No, I don't know.

Rosa and me never would have worked.

She's caviar on kebabs.

Listen to these, Marie.

DS, turn.

Hey, guys.

Hi.

Hi, Doctor.

Hi, Detective.

Have we come for the book?

Ah, your guys just picked it up.

What?

Yeah, two guys, um, DC Ormond and DS
Firestone.

They're from your department. They, uh,
never heard of them.

A 5 ,000 -year -old text casting doubt
on all the major world religions.

Priceless, historical, cultural
artefact.

And you've gone and lost it.

Oh,

this is something Turner is definitely
going to hear about.

Excuse me.