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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.