All language subtitles for Murder City s02e03 Death of a Ladies Man.eng

Greg, can't you just go on your own?

I thought it would be good for the three
of us to go as a family.

Oh, you're heavy this morning, darling.

Greg, it's 5 .30 in the morning.

Oh, come on, it'll be fun.

Amy, would you like to go to the bakery?

It's open early. We can get cakes and
doughnuts and everything.

Yes, I want to go.

No, Amy.

Greg, please, she's got school.

We can go back to bed, and when we wake
up, we can have donuts with Daddy. What

do you think, before you go to school?
Yeah. Yeah?

Yep.

Thank you. Have a nice day.

Do you know?

Thank you.

Alison.

Victim's wallet IDs him as Greg Osborne,
business consultant, lives over in

Amersham, wife and wanted.

They've been informed?

Frank's handling it. Good. We've got a
description of the driver, white shell

suit, baseball cap, shades.

Assembly line, Carthy. About what time?
About ten past six a .m. Any witnesses?

He came on duty at five a .m., straight
from a hard night's clubbing.

Thanks. Cheers.

So, Lance, you were standing there, and
Mr. Osborne was parked out here, right?

Who? The man who got run over? Right.

And you heard a crash?

What? A crash?

Yeah, right.

Whack. Born on metal.

A homie, you know.

That sound.

Sound of... death.

Death at dawn.

Ouch.

So you heard the crash and you went
outside to look?

Yes, sir. What did you see? The car just
shot off.

So the car was stopped when you got
outside?

Yeah, stopped.

What kind of car?

Ah, now you've entered the land zone.

Photogenic memory.

Red Sierra, suits up, chrome spinners,
spoiler.

Did you get the number plate?

B6, somewhere like that.

Thank you.

Okay, so, impact is hit.

Car's momentum carries it to somewhere
about here. And the victim is throwing

forward to there, Annie.

One hit smashed his ribs and upper
femur, killed instantly when his head

tarmac.

So, we get the car. You might get trace
evidence linking it to the victim.

Joyriders, it's probably been burnt out
by now.

What's that?

OK, the witness for the defence over
there. Comes outside and sees the car is

stationary. So?

I'm a joyrider. I've just killed a guy.
I'm Scarpa right away.

Why stop? Why wait? There might be CCTV
cameras, there might be witnesses.

Yeah, but there are no CCTV cameras, and
the only witness we have... Doesn't

know if it's New York or New Year.
Exactly.

Let's visit the bereaved, eh?

Oh, Alison reported stolen cars in the
last few days. Souped -up red Sierra,

apparently.

You know, sometimes this job's more like
secretarial work than detective work.

Look, wait here. Frank's already inside.

Through the crowd, yeah?

Mrs Osborne, I'm Detective Inspector
Susan Alembic, and I'm in charge of the

investigation.

I know it may not seem like... Thank God
he didn't take Amy.

He wanted to take Amy with him to the
bakery, but I said no, thank God.

Mrs Osborne, is there anyone who could
be with you over the next few days? Your

family? I don't see my family.

Any friends you'd like us to call?

No, I'll be fine on my own, thanks.

I want my nice cup of tea now, Frank.

Yeah.

Must be Amy. How do you know that?

I'm a detective.

Age, please?

Seven. No way.

You're not seven.

Too big to be seven.

I reckon you're about nine.

Are you going to find out who ran over
my daddy?

I'm going to try.

Was it the funny red car?

Lola May has copied me in class today,
and I told Miss McRae.

But Miss McRae said I was a bad girl and
told me to be quiet. But Lola Mears was

being a bad girl, not me.

Amy,

would you like to come to my police
station?

Amy, you saw this car outside your house
the morning your daddy got knocked

over, did you?

It's posh. That's nice.

Forgot the pointy thing.

Amy, did you see the man who was driving
the car?

He had a hat on and sunglasses.

Thanks, Amy.

Two options. Either she's psychic... Or
Greg Osborne's death wasn't random. He

was followed and deliberately targeted.

Right, for the next few days, it's a war
on two fronts, on foot and file. I want

background on the victim.

Yep, and family. Yeah, and anything that
feels remotely like motive, flag it up

for me, yeah?

Then take an extra close look at the
merry widow.

Come on, Ryan.

I

need

a trauma assessment and a full blood
count now. Quick, people.

Ryan, what have we got? Name's Ryan
Everett.

Bandit's fly after a woman called 999
from PayPal in the hall.

We got it on tape, but by the time the
medics got there, she'd done around.

Keep him with us, Jan.

Please.

I need to see her. I need to see her.

I need to see her. Come on. Excuse me.

I need... You

okay, Sue?

Hmm.

Dead I can handle, but dying, not so
good at.

The bullet's still lost in his skull.

He can't even think about surgery till
we've assessed the full extent of the

damage.

Prognosis? No, it's not good. I'm afraid
someone with a... Okay, you've been

pierced. Get in the trolley, quick.

Come on, come on, come on.

Charge. Charging 200.

Clear. Fire.

Been in pierced. Charge. Charging 200.

Clear. Fire.

Charge. 300.

Clear. Fire.

Bill pierced.

Charge. Charging 360.

Clear. Fire.

Still in VF. Still no response. Keep
trying.

Charge. 360.

Clear. Fire.

No. No, we're losing him.

Annie.

No, we're still at the hospital.

Yeah, the shooting. Look, we've got a 24
-year -old male victim.

He's got a bullet in his skull, and I
want it out and fast -tracked to

as soon as you can, yeah?

All right, thanks.

Two murders.

Two concurrent investigations.

A challenge rather than a burden.

Division of labor, division of
responsibility.

Susan. You and your work experience
training here.

You get going on the... Brian, what's
his name thing?

Hang on.

Gregor Spoonster. Did not involve
firearms.

Whereas this, this is young thugs with
guns, drugs, gangs, God knows what.

I don't want shootings.

Not on my watch.

Now, Susan, you know what to do.

Catch the shooter quick as you can. Yes,
sir.

Now, Portly, D .C. Bain.

Time you came out of the slow lane and
stood on your own two feet.

You're running the Greg Osborne
investigation.

Full operational command.

Report directly to me.

Right? Sir.

Yes?

Which one of us is the senior
investigating officer?

You, my lovely.

You're in charge.

Sir, this is where Ryan Everett lived,
but no one round here heard a shot.

Then this lot don't know whether it's
Sunday or they're having a haircut.

I mean, what's this?

National Crap Witness Week.

All right, the mystery woman who made
the emergency call.

Hardly runs into suspects.

Well, why not?

Well, I should choose the victim
upstairs.

Comes down here, calls 999.

I mean, what sort of killer murders
their victim and hangs around to call

cops? One, two, something.

Can't please the crime scene.

Doesn't really compute, does it?

Morning. Hi. Morning.

Morning.

Hi.

Bullet hole.

We shot fire from somewhere over there.

Which rules out our mystery woman as a
suspect.

But rules her in as our key witness.

To a professional head.

A shooter could be anywhere by now.

Colin! Yes, ma 'am.

I'm widening the crime scene locus about
half a mile in all directions, door to

door on businesses and residences. We
are looking for a shooter.

on top of that roof over there, plus a
woman leaving the building. What time

she make the call? 7 .16pm.

7 .16?

Yes, ma 'am. Thank you.

Right, Luke, crash that latex. Let's see
what we've got here.

Catch.

You know, when I asked about the senior
investigating officer thing, well, I

just assumed that you wouldn't want to,
you know, take charge and... I was never

meant to be a Prince Hamlet.

You know, I'm more of a foot soldier,
spear carrier.

To your show, Ellie.

Frank. Helen.

This is my colleague, DC Bain.

Hi. Hello.

Come in.

Thank you.

I don't understand who'd want to kill
Greg.

Well, did he have any enemies?

Enemies? What do you mean?

Someone he worked with, maybe.

He worked in lots of different places.

Short periods.

I suppose one was a freelancer.

Away from home as a business consultant.

Specialised in computerised measuring
tools for corporate clients.

Helen, what about Greg's friends?

There weren't any friends.

Greg said me and Amy were his friends
and that's all he needed.

We don't come from around here, you see.

I've lived here four years, Helen,
surely. It's always really happy and

positive.

Positivity, that's what you used to call
it.

Helen, are you OK?

I'm really sorry.

What's up?

Look, cheap copies with Diviner labels
thrown in.

All style and no substance, eh?

Ah, maybe not.

What's that all about?

Well, either he doesn't like his family
very much, or he hasn't got one.

Hello.

OK.

Not his doll money.

Gee, it must be about three grand, isn't
it?

Turn that light on for me, will you?

No switch.

Try the flex.

There's no flex, either.

Now then, why disguise the lump of
bronze as a lamp?

Some kind of sculpture.

And if he's not displaying it, loud and
proud.

Isn't it?

Yep. So what is it, and how much is it
worth?

Let's ask the expert.

So you believe this is stolen goods?

Well, if genuine, it's by Giacomo Conti,
minor cubist, contemporary and

associate of Braque and Picasso.

Worth somewhere in the region of all.

£100 ,000?

He puts fake labels on his shirts, but
he's got a hundred grand work of art.

I'll call you when I've tossed the
owner.

In the meantime, where are we on the
solid forensic evidence?

If this is a professional hit...

We're looking at a nationwide manhunt.

Inter -constabulary case strategy
forums.

God did not put me on this earth for
that sort of thing. One step at a time,

sir. We've got to get the bullet out of
the victim's skull, down to ballistics,

and then run through the database.

Come in.

Ah, right on cue.

Bloody hell, Ellie, that was a quick
post -mortem. They don't call it the

Halston homebreaker and bonebreaker for
nothing.

A post -mortem while the victim's still
alive?

I get struck off.

Ryan Everett flatlined, but he wasn't
actually brain dead.

If the victim isn't dead, there isn't a
murder inquiry.

Well, if he's been dead, I mean, an ex
-murder victim is still a murder victim.

Doesn't say anything in my employee
handbook.

Which you've read from cover to cover?
Three times.

Doesn't say anything about us not
investigating our ex -murders.

If you don't put a sock in the
metaphysical speculation, you'll be an

-detective. Sir, if this was a
professional hit, it's more than likely

try again.

On your watch.

I really don't think we can walk away
from this.

All right.

Interview him.

Make him tell you who tried to kill him.

Then go and arrest them.

Yes, sir.

Thanks. Okay, bye.

There's something not right there,
Frank.

Yeah? Her husband isn't in his grave
yet, and she's got all the mortgage and

life insurance stuff out.

Yeah. We've got someone reporting a
stolen red Sierra.

OK, what's the address?

Adam Brady?

What, did a car stall her?

Yeah, you got her back?

Not yet, no.

Who's your mate?

This is me.

It's the negative side of me.

The side that holds me back. The side
that could have destroyed me.

Got me involved in drugs and drink.

Sex.

But Master Chuck McMillan, he teaches
us, through the philosophical things

of taekwondo, that we should all seek to
batter the negative side of our egos.

Understand?

Where exactly was your car stolen from,
Mr Brady?

Well, I was just around the front.

The car's name's Nicole.

I parked her over here.

Do you think she's all right?

Doing our best.

Spinners, twin exhausts, polyurethane
spoilers, fiberglass skirts, halogen

headlights.

Every spare minute, every spare penny I
spent on Nicole.

What time did you park Nicole at?

About six -ish.

I went to bed at nine because I had a
big tournament up in Coventry the next

day. It was the zonal qualifiers for the
regional championships.

I went to sleep at ten, so it had to be
after ten that she was abducted.

Right. I thought it would be a pit head,
sorry, uniform that would be handed in

this, but you two, you're CID. What's
going on there? Thanks for your help,

Adam. As soon as we hear anything, we'll
let you know.

I was thinking about joining the police
myself, actually.

What do you think?

I'm a fit young guy, got a healthy body,
healthy mind.

I bet you look good in a uniform, don't
you?

It won't be the graduate century scheme,
will it?

It's remarkable, really. I've never seen
anything quite like it. If I was

religiously minded, I'd call it a
miracle.

What about the bullet? It's our key
piece of evidence.

I'm sorry, but at the moment, your key
piece of evidence is unattainable.

Right now, we're trying to rock on the
hard plate.

If we operate, I'd give him a 10 %
chance of survival.

If we leave the bullet where it is, he's
got a 25 % chance. Well, yes, but isn't

that going to affect him? The
neuropsychologist has done all the

tests. Brain function seems perfectly
normal.

Short and long -term memory appear
intact.

Good, so we're OK to interview him?

Yes, but gently. Thanks.

Ryan, how are you? How are you feeling?

Good. I feel good.

Different, but good.

Better than I've felt in a long time.

How have we met? Just after you were
shot.

Nice perfume.

Joseph. Stop making that, you know.

I'm Detective Inspector Susan Lembick.
That's my colleague, dear Stone. Oh.

What? Hi.

I thought that you was a doctor and he
was a shrink.

Uh, Ryan, this bullet in your head, we
need to know who put it there.

Now, who do you suppose would want to
kill you?

I don't know. Everyone likes me.

Can I go home?

No, that's not possible. You're flat for
crime scene. I think the doctors would

prefer it as well as that.

You're in protection.

Protection?

All the evidence is telling us you were
deliberately targeted.

Whoever shot you thinks you're dead.

Our concern is if you walk out of here,
they might try again.

They've made a mistake.

They've got the wrong guy.

A shooter fired from the roof of the
building opposite.

See anyone up there?

No. What about the woman who was with
you? Did she see anything?

I was on my own. No, you weren't. There
was a woman with you.

She called 999. She saved your life.

We need to speak to her.

I don't remember a woman being there.

But then everything is a little bit
fuzzy. Oh, you remember that everybody

you, but you don't remember who you were
with when you were shot.

What do you do, Ryan?

Eh? For what? Money?

Three grand in cash in your pants
drawer.

Where'd all that come from?

I've been doing a bit of modelling.

Catalogues and stuff. Face shows, isn't
there?

I've also written a few songs. I'm
trying to get a record deal. Really?

What's that?

That, Ryan, my man, is art.

And if it's genuine art, it's worth over
100 grand.

So where did you get it? And what is it
doing in your flat?

Listen, I've got a bullet in my head,
bits of my brain are on the carpet...

of your memory are there, too. Oh, look,
I've told you, it was a mistake. They

got the wrong guy. Everyone likes me.

Just be taking it easy. What are you
trying to do, finish me off?

All right, Ryan, two options.

Either you really can't remember
anything or you're hiding something.

Something so important or so crooked
that you're prepared to hold out on us,

walk out of here and risk your life to
keep it hidden.

So whatever your secret is, Ryan,
whether you remember it or not, I will

out.

Yeah.

Ali?

Let's meet Nicole.

Some kids found her here this morning.

Serial number and chassis check out.
This is Adam Brady's car.

So why isn't she torched?

Joyriders always torch the car.

Thief, possibly killer was disturbed,
maybe.

Where's the glass?

Excuse me?

Well, if our thief, possibly killer
smashed the window, why is there no

here?

OK, so we wiped it off the seat. You'd
still expect some glass in here.

Unless we've got some sort of obsessive
compulsive who carries a hoover around

with him. Where are you headed with
this, Ali? Back to the crime scene.

Back to the bakery?

No, not the murder scene, Frank. The
scene of the car theft.

No glass inside the car.

And no glass out here either.

Where did the flash glass go?

So, we have a thief who must have used
keys to get into the car, who smashed

window after he'd stolen it, but with
the door already open. Because he

bear to mess up. He couldn't bring
himself to torture because... He loved

Nicole. Hiya!

Any progress of your inquiries,
Inspector Babe?

We're getting there.

So, what, you found Nicole?

Yes, we have. Yeah?

Fantastic!

Was she all right? I mean, has she been,
you know, interfered with or anything?

We're not sure, Adam, but we are hoping
to find out. Thanks.

You guys are the best.

When can I see her? When she's ready,
Adam. When we're ready. Yeah, of course.

Um, excuse me for a minute.

I was just wondering, you know, when
this is all over, I know this classy

place down Barbosa Street, corn
cocktail, Popeye steak, bit of Black

gato. What do you think?

Sorry, I'm engaged.

And what's his name?

Never you mind.

I see. Haggath and Tatty's together, is
it, eh? You going to help him toss his

favour?

Captain?

If, and there's still a big if, he's
faked the theft of his own car and used

to kill Greg Osborne, I mean, he's
obsessed with that car.

Why part with it?

He might if the price is right.

And who would pay him?

The person who got most to gain
financially from Greg's death, Helen.

Ryan Everest's background.

Couple of minor drug busts, shoplifting
conviction, breaking entry.

Brought up in foster homes, care homes.

Shifted around all over the country.

Got into a lot of trouble as a kid.

Tough life. Yeah, but we don't deal in
excuses.

We deal in actions, and Ryan's actions
are well dodgy. Can we just bear in mind

that he's the victim here, not the
suspect?

Come on, Susan, it's obvious he's a
complete disco biscuit.

Find out what sort of nonsense he was
involved in, we find out who shot him.

What is your problem, Brian? I don't
have a problem with Brian. Well, you

like you have a problem with Brian. I
have a problem with people who lie to

We don't know he's lying.

He'll flirt with us. What?

He won't flirt with you.

Nice perfume, Joseph.

Stop making that, you know.

I mean, what kind of twit takes an
interest in women's perfumes?

Well, possibly infant twit.

Susan, I found you the owner of this
piece.

Dr. Simon Kramer, sex therapist.

Ah, sex therapist.

A sex therapist.

Hello, Frank. Any news?

You're selling the house?

Too many bad memories here. It's better
if I aim you if we move on.

Where are you moving to?

Abroad. The Algarve.

Do you know this man?

No. His name's Adam Brady.

Did he kill my husband?

I've been looking into your background.

You're a bit very invention, aren't you?
I mean, your family.

Two brothers in prison for a violent
crime.

Father an alcoholic, mother dealt to
open the estate.

Look, I don't have anything to do with
my family anymore.

You see, Mrs Osborne, I think throwing
in the sale of this place along with

Greg's life insurance policy, she stands
to gain 400 ,000.

And now you're leaving the country. Greg
was my husband.

He provided for me and Amy. He was a
good father and I have done nothing... A

good father, a good husband. He provided
everything but I loved my husband.

Did you love your husband?

Did you love your husband?

No, she didn't. Did you, Helen?

Hmm?

Greg isolated you.

Kept you well away from your family and
your friends.

Convinced you he was the perfect
husband.

Controlled you.

Kept you in his world, his enclosed
little world.

And when you stepped out of line...

Would you roll your sleeve up for me,
Helen, please?

Greg hit you, didn't he?

Frequently.

Systematically.

And what was this?

I ironed his shirt wrong.

You see, you're meant to iron the collar
last, but I was stupid and I ironed it

first.

I'm sorry, Greg. I'm sorry.

Don't die, Greg.

Get it right.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I wanted the best for aiming at Thor.

Amy. You can help Amy.

No.

Just me.

Sorry, Frank.

If he was hitting her, it's more than
enough.

You really think she's got the capacity
to have him killed?

You're being objective here, Frank.

In case you haven't noticed, she's been
flirting with you.

Well, if she has been flirting with me,
it proves one thing.

How low her self -esteem really is.

Okay. So if Ryan's not bent, what's he
doing with a hundred grand sculpture?

do you think the worst of it? What,
you're telling me you see something

and noble in him and the rest of the
world's missing? No, Luke, I'm just not

prejudging him. How do you know he
didn't get the sculpture as a present?

Oh, come on, Ryan, a fine art
connoisseur. His idea of culture is

a clothes shop opening in a kebab the
size of a baby on the way home.

Well, that confidence hiding chaos and
insecurity strikes me as your average

single young male. Ring any bells?
Susan, remember the solemn vows we took?

touchy -feely.

You know the word therapist?

It's made up of two words, the and
rapist. Could be significant.

Hi, she's frigid, I'm impotent. Give us
drugs.

Whatever you've recovered from your
crime scene, Inspector, is obviously a

Well, let's just confirm that, shall we?
What exactly goes on here, Doctor?

It's a revolutionary approach to the
treatment of psychosexual disorders.

And we base our therapy on a combination
of Jungian theory and the philosophy of

the Kama Sutra. And a bit of bank
account relief therapy for you. You

clinical experience has taught me that
negative attitudes such as cynicism are

often displaced symptoms of erectile
dysfunction.

This is our sexual rebirthing room.

And we keep the content piece.

Your sculpture was recovered from the
apartment of one Ryan Everett.

He was shot two nights ago. Victim of an
attempted murder.

We'll need you to account for your
movements over the last 48 hours.

I... I was in Dublin. I've been there
all week.

I just got back this morning. And your
wife, was she with you?

Angela!

Mrs. Cramer.

One phone call, and we'll have a 30
-strong search team sweeping this house

prints.

And other.

Trait evidence?

Yes.

He was here.

Ryan Everett?

I don't know that name, Angela.

Is he one of our clients?

No.

He's not a client.

If he's not one of our clients, Angela,
what was he doing in our sexual

rebirthing room, hmm?

He was with me.

Sorry, Simon.

You've never given me any indication,
Angela, that you had any satisfaction

issues within our relationship arena.
Oh, for God's sake, Simon.

Issues, arenas, four -hour tantric sex
sessions all day foreplay.

Sometimes all I need is a good old
-fashioned orgasm.

Mrs. Kramer, could we speak to your
lady? Yes.

I'll leave my wife to face the
consequences of her irrational actions.

A cup of herbal and he'll be fine.

Your husband's in Dublin and you invite
Ryan over to the house. When your back's

turned, he nicks the sculpture.

Yes. He didn't give it to him as a
present. He nicked it.

OK, let's move on.

I need police and an ambulance.

Look, someone's been killed.

Murdered.

Is that you?

That is you, isn't it?

Now, we can run voice prints. It's
extremely easy to prove.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry. I panicked.

There was nothing I could do for you.

I suppose I should have looked for the
sculpture, but it never crossed my mind.

Ryan was dead, and I just ran.

So you went to think that he knew he'd
stolen the sculpture.

He called me.

Give him the money, and I could have it
back.

So I did.

And before I left, well, I just wanted
one last time with him, you know.

How much did he ask for the sculpture?

£2 ,000 cash.

It's worth £100 ,000, you ask for two.

Not an easier criminal.

He's a crap criminal.

Ryan's no criminal, don't say that.

He's also out of character.

I could see that even when I was giving
him the money. He looked awful.

He said he was sorry.

Ryan wasn't a criminal. He had a good
heart.

Look, his family, I'd really like to
send a sympathy card. Oh, no, he's not

dead.

No, he survived.

Oh, my God.

I prayed for him, you know.

I came straight home and I prayed for
him all night.

It's been a long time since I prayed.

I pray for Ryan. Why?

Because, I don't know, because he's
sweet.

Such a sweet boy, really.

When he was here, once we were done, he
asked me to cuddle him.

Isn't that so strange?

Well, not if he's your lover.

Oh, no, Ryan's not my lover.

So? Ryan Everett's a gigolo.

Ryan Everett is a jiggler, a male
escort, a prostitute with a prostate, a

lovesmith, a testosterone -fuelled minor
49er on the rich seam of female desire.

Young, dumb and... Yeah, all right,
Luke, I get the point.

He works for Litica Escorts. This is
their website.

Ryan is a sophisticated and intelligent
university -educated young man, an

excellent companion over dinner or for
the theatre.

Ryan especially enjoys Italian opera.

Italian opera can get his head round
Italian sausage.

Stop me if you see anything you fancy.

£60 an hour? Paid more than that for a
facial.

Even dumber than he looks.

Still more than you get per hour. All my
brains are in my head suit.

Yeah, well, not according to that WPC
from the dog handling unit.

It was a full moon that night.

You really got it in for Ryan, didn't
you? Oh, come on, you're not going to

me that Angela Cramer, he's got a good
heart stuff.

All I'm saying is, given the background
he's had... Yeah, it's tough, I know

it's tough, and it's not fair that
people like you and me are luckier than

people like Ryan, but... I know, we
don't deal in excuses. No, we don't deal

excuses. We don't deal in good people
with good hearts and evil people with

hearts. We deal in actions and
consequences.

Whole of the truth, not bits of it.

You've been practising that in front of
the mirror, haven't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, OK, thanks.

Ryan Everett has just checked himself
out of the hospital.

Ready the scarper, eh?

All right, Luke, have it your way.
Ryan's a fiending, extorting little

prostitute. Prostitutes have clients,
and clients mean suspects, lots of

suspects. Irate husbands, jealous
boyfriends, inadequate lovers, or rich

like Angela Kramer with reputations to
protect.

So, jack up a team.

Ryan's customers, interview traced and
eliminated.

Spouses, too.

Coming in.

Come on.

Okay.

How's it going?

Cheers.

Don't you want to run a little bit, will
you?

I'm just a few days out of town. I know,
I need a break.

How did you know I was here?

Well, you see those two blokes over the
room?

Call it protection, call it
surveillance, call it what you want,

We're watching you round the clock.

Why?

Let's just say I have an unhealthy
fascination with gigolos.

I told you I'd find out all your
secrets.

That's not a secret, that's just
information and there's a difference.

Ryan. You are a male escort, an
occupation that puts you on the edge of

and extorting money out of Angela Kramer
puts you over the edge. Now, you lied

to me. She was with you in your flat
when you were shot. Is she pressing

charges? Look, I know how to handle
women like Mrs. Kramer. She won't be a

problem for me. No, but whoever shot
you, that is a problem.

Oh, what, you're scared now? Listen, I
have sex with people for money, and

sometimes they use me and they treat me
like shit, and so I use them back.

I'm a prostitute. It's what I do. It's
all I'm good for.

And I am good. I'm very good. What,
orgasm all your money back? No, multiple

orgasms. Oh?

Look, I'm sorry I lied to you about Mrs.
Kramer, but I was just trying to

protect her. She's a nice lady.

Now, some of these other women, once
we're done, they hate me because they

themselves, and they've got husbands,
boyfriends, families, and they'd

tell them about me after guilt or
something, so I don't know. Maybe some

would want to kill me. Really? Well, is
there anyone you could think of in

particular? Until you pick, I see a lot
of women.

I've got to go.

Ryan, you need to be in hospital.

Oh, like you'd give a shit?

Or as you wanted your evidence from in
here.

In fact, it would probably be better for
you if I was to die right now, wouldn't

it? Excuse me, I've been trying to keep
you alive.

You can't keep me alive.

I've got a bullet in my head. I've seen
the way the doctors look at me and I'm

dying. No.

No, there's a chance you could survive
the bullet. It's the rest of the stuff,

Ryan. A contract on your life, police on
your case.

Look, I can't help you unless you tell
me the truth.

Please.

Come on, I'm not a bad person.

Come on, just let me go. Please.

Sorry, Ryan. I can't do that.

Cridd smelled of a dead end, Susan.
That's what's filling my nostrils right

Dismal, isn't it?

Oh, Portly, my Scottish friend.

Undepressed me.

We believe Adam Brady stole his own car.

Make us think it was a joyrider hit and
run, when actually he was targeting Greg

Osborne. Why?

The wife, Helen, is behind it. She's got
motive and she's selling up and leaving

the country.

Suspicious, but circumstantial.

Oh, come on, answer me back.

Search warrant for Adam Brady's flat.

We're looking at his phone records. Any
other evidence of a connection to either

Helen Osborne or Greg Osborne?

Oh, yes.

My young Florida MacDonald.

Give it a punch.

Do it, Scottish girl, do it.

Let's go on back.

Oh, that's what I call leasing.

Call that policing. Wait till you get
your chops around there. Ryan's clients

and their spouses, they're not suspects.
They're victims.

Blackmail victims.

Ryan's been putting the bite on them.
Give me money and I'll tell your husband

you and I've been... Blackmail gives
them more motive, not less.

Susan.

Hang on.

In the three days leading up to his
shooting, Ryan was bonking for Britain.

Eight clients a day, 24 women in 72
hours at £60 an hour. That's nearly 1

notes. I'd almost admire him if he
wasn't such a tip.

Thank you, Candy. Also, he tried and in
some cases succeeded in blackmailing

these women.

Plus, he needs Angela Kramer's sculpture
and then tried to ransom it back to

her. This guy.

is a moisturiser preening one -man crime
wave. Can we have your conclusions,

please, Luke? Not your opinions. All
right, here's your conclusion.

All this criminal activity is the
behaviour of a trapped and desperate

man who owed someone money, a lot of
money, and needed to pay up quick. I

know. Drugs, gambling. Well, who cares?

This means he definitely knew exactly
who shot him.

Bring him in, Susan.

Sliding tackle.

Make him talk.

I'm a victim, you know. We're all
victims one way or another.

I stole it after him.

I've done nothing wrong, sir.

Hey, it's my car. I've got it stolen,
actually.

Now then.

I do believe he sleeps in here.

Among other things.

Oh, please, Frank, don't even flirt with
going there. Uh -oh.

You are how you live.

Okay, Frank, head to toe search.

I'll do the head, you do the toe.

Ali!

Ali! A little surprise under the
floorboard.

Adam? I don't suppose you have a license
for this.

Okay,

Ryan.

Sex with 24 women in three days.

Now either someone slip in Viagra into
your... I'm greedy.

Statement from seven of your clients.

Apparently, you tried to blackmail them.

I don't know anything about that. I
don't remember.

Well, you owe someone money. Who?

I don't remember owing anyone anything.

I've got amnesia. Look, I was shot. Oh,
do you hear that, Susan? He remembers he

was shot. You just forgot you had
amnesia. I was dead, OK?

I was dead and I came back to life. And
you know what? I think that there's a

reason for that. I think it was God
giving me another chance.

Look, I'm going to be a better person
now. I'm leaving. I'm moving on. So I

think we should just draw a line under
the whole thing. Ryan, we can't draw a

line under attempted murder.

Listen, mate, you're out of options.

Who do you owe money to? How many times?
I don't know. You're lying. You know

exactly who tried to kill you. I don't
know. I can't remember, OK? I can't

remember. Look, I'm sick. I'm dying,
James.

Ryan, cut the emotional blackmail. It's
just not going to wash anymore.

We are trying to protect you. You're not
trying to protect me. You're trying to

do your job, get a gold star from your
boss or something. At least if I do my

job right, I get a bottle of champagne
or something.

Yeah, but it's more than just a job for
you, though, isn't it?

What do you mean? Well, a gigolo who
likes to paddle his class. Oh, I'm not

going to listen to this. No, Ryan, you
do have to listen to this.

I'm just trying to help you. You're not
making it very easy for me.

Prostitution, theft, blackmail,
extortion. I should do what he says.

Lock you up and throw away the bloody
key.

Then why don't you? Because...

Because, Ryan, I was there when they
brought you into hospital, and you might

not remember this, but you grabbed my
hand.

I need to see her.

I need to see her.

I need to see her.

And all I could see was this frightened
little boy, lost, completely alone, and

that's exactly what I'm seeing right
now.

I just want to help you, Ryan. Oh, my
guardian angel, eh? Yeah, all right.

Yeah, if you like.

ryan just talk to me please talk to me
talk to me yeah stop pissing us about

start talking if there is a god up there
and he actually got around to take an

interest in you then maybe he brought
you back so you could tell us the truth

please ryan no i can't oh for christ's
sakes right just tell me the bloody

I need an ambulance.

Stay with me, Ryan.

I need you to stay with me.

Please, Ryan, just stay with me, okay?

Here we are, Inspector.

The bullet.

And Ryan?

The operation was not successful.

He's dying.

Not if, when.

Maybe 12 hours?

Yes.

Our vital piece of evidence.

For the cost of his life.

Kill the victim just for the crime, eh?

What choice do we have, Susan?

The second that bullet went into his
head, he was a dying man.

He's a key witness to his own murder and
he's not talking. We had to push him.

Yes, well, doing the job right doesn't
exactly make me feel right.

Listen.

So we can't save his life.

We can find his killer.

OK, so this bullet was fired from a semi
-automatic weapon.

A really old thing, very rare.

Vintage, actually.

I'm surprised it still works.

Did you get a crime scene hit from the
database?

No, I've got you better than that.

The owner of the gun used to shoot Ryan
Everett.

He's already in custody.

Courtesy of DC's Craven and Bane, Adam
Brady.

Wow.

Okay, logic boy, figure that one out.

Okay, Adam Brady runs over Greggles.

Why? We don't know.

That's a why we don't know.

But he does and he kills him. And three
days later he shoots Ryan.

That's a why we do know. He shot Ryan
because... Ryan owed him money. Because

Ryan owed Adam money, a lot of money,
and he couldn't pay.

Now, what would Ryan owe Adam a lot of
money for?

Killing Greg Osborne. Killing Greg
Osborne.

Ryan was shot by the very assassin he
hired. Yeah, but do we really believe

Ryan is capable of ordering a murder?
Yeah, we do think Ryan is capable of

ordering a murder.

He's a young guy, impulsive, aggressive,
full of testosterone.

You know what the stats say, Suze?

Most murders are committed by young men.

Most murder victims are young men.

If we could round up all the young men,
stick them in a rocket and fire them

into outer space... Can't ask to be a
safer place.

Does that mean we'll be rid of you,
then?

No, I'm not like that.

Suzanne!

He may have the attention span of a
goldfish, the inner life of an amoeba.

His worst nightmare may be crumbs in the
bed.

But in this case, I believe he's got it
absolutely right.

The evidence is telling us that Ryan
Everett is capable of murder, so...

let's ring the bells.

We're all working on the same inquiry.

Most of the solution's provided by
Portly and Scottish here.

You and the ginger beanpole here better
watch your backs, hmm?

It's neat.

It's tidy.

It's a level par on a sunny day in May.

It makes me feel all warm and loved
inside.

You got Adam, Brady?

The shooting of our blackmailing, art
-thieving gigolo.

Now get me Adam Brady for the murder of
our wife -beating business consultant.

We've looked at your background, Adam.

You've spent a little time with the
Territorial Army.

And we know you're a desperate Dan, a
kickboxer or something.

It's Tarquanda.

And it isn't just the combat, you know,
it's philosophy.

It all strikes me as the morbid
fascinations of a man who harbours a

-seated ambition to kill someone.

To kill anyone.

If the price is right, eh? Look, you
listen to me, honey bunster.

I live by the principles of taekwondo,
OK?

All life is sacred, from the smallest
bug to the biggest monster, huh?

Who would I want to kill?

How about... ..Greg Osborne?

Who's that?

The man who was run over and killed by
your car.

What? Them pikers that stole Nicole used
her to trash someone?

That's what you'd like us to believe.

Look, I know about cops and the law.

And if you could prove I've done these
things, then you'd be charging me.

But you're not charging me, so that
proves to me that you can't prove

See, all you're trying to do is bolt a
stable door after the horse has already

run off and done one, you see? That's
what your problem is.

Hi.

Oh, it's getting busy in here, isn't it?
This is Dear Stone.

Yo.

Yo, yourself.

And I'm Detective Inspector Stephen
Lemberg of Mullingley Conquiry.

Ah, you've got the big guns out, eh?

So what, you think your big sister is
going to beat a false confession out of

me, is that it?

No way.

We're living in a democracy here, love.
This ain't no military jumper.

I never went near this Osborne guy.

No, no, no, we're not interested in Greg
Osborne, are we, Luke? Couldn't give a

toss, this.

No. Well, it's because we're not
investigating the Greg Osborne murder.

we're investigating the shooting of Ryan
Everett.

You do know Ryan Everett, don't you?

I know him a bit.

Comes down a kickboxing gym, keeps
himself in shape, but he ain't into the

philosophy. He's not going to get into
it either.

There's a bullet in his skull.

Fire from a 2 -2 calibre rifle that
matches the 2 -2 these guys found in

flat.

Your prints are on it too.

Adam, you're going down for this.

Irrefutable evidence.

It's all about length of sentence now,
mate. Best you cooperate.

Why did you shoot Ryan Everett?

He's gone all quiet, Susan.

Yeah, why do you think he's gone all
quiet?

I don't know. I don't know either.

I can't believe he killed Ryan because
Ryan ate him a couple of grams. It's got

to be more than a couple of grams.

Surely Nicole's worth more than that.
Oh, yeah.

Nicole, how is she? Is she all right in
that car, pal? Not really. She's not

very happy.

We're not to go up for a spin.

Oh, she was loving it. Was she? Oh, that
baby purred. I haven't, I really

haven't. I went round the corner and
lost it. Oh, come on, Luke. Give the guy

break. He's broke. He's lost Nicole.
He's about to get banged up for

murder. Attempted murder? Oh, didn't we
tell you? Ryan's not dead.

No. He's got a bullet in the skull, but
he's not dead.

He might even fall through.

So while you're up in Belmarsh playing
mummies and daddies with big patsy,

they're not.

Ryan's back out on the street. Oh, for a
loudly two grand. It was ten grand,

actually.

So you shot Ryan?

Because he offered you ten grand to kill
Greg Osborne. And you did it, but he

never paid.

Yeah, ten grand to kill Osborne, but it
was all Ryan's idea.

All right, why did he want Greg Osborne
dead?

Because she's his kid.

What?

A little girl. Ryan's kid, isn't she?

I need to see her.

I need to see her.

I need to see her.

Amy?

Yeah, Amy.

Greg stole her from him.

So Kung Fu Brady goes for the murder of
Greg Osborne and the attempted murder of

Ryan Everett.

And Ryan Everett goes for accessory to
the murder of Greg Osborne.

Yeah. But we've only got his word for
that. It's hardly the most reliable

witness. Listen, Greg took away his
girlfriend and his daughter.

It's all the most of in the world.

Adam, can you get the dry cleaners and
get a shirt for me? Adam, I've got some

at home. Can you go and get it for me
and bring it to me, mate?

Me and Helen met when we were 15.

I was from a camp for deprived kids.

We kept in touch and I used to visit her
a lot.

Then we had Amy.

I brought Amy up for the first two
years.

And then she left me.

I didn't know where she went or who
with.

I never heard from her.

Until last week.

First time in five years.

She wanted to see me.

She was crying and upset.

She was in a terrible state because Greg
had been knocking her about.

And Adam, the stupidest thing I've ever
done, I got him to give me a lift down

to where she lives.

Then you offered Adam money, ten grand
to kill Greg.

He just kept on at me.

He didn't show up.

That's your little girl, right?

Look at him.

Come on, Ryan, you can make ten grand in
a week bonking all them round the

house, right?

That bastard, he deserves to die.

He knocks her about.

How long do you reckon it'll take before
he turns on your little girl, eh?

My old man turned on me, you know.

He brutalised me.

Ten grand and he's dead.

Ten grand.

I've got the technology, man.

I can kill this bastard.

Come on, Brian, please. Just say the
word and I'll kill him.

He just wouldn't shut up. He just
wouldn't shut up.

It's like he was the devil. The devil
can only tempt.

Ryan, he can't make you do wrong.

Did you order the murder of Greg
Osborne?

Ryan, like you said, maybe you came back
for a reason. Maybe that reason was to

tell the truth.

I mean the whole truth.

Yes or no, Ryan?

What are you waiting for? Come on, Ryan.

It's an easy decision to make.

Come on, Ryan. Ten grand. Yes or no?

I got a man killed.

I deserve this.

But I'm dying.

What I... You need to fear.

Amen.

No. Sorry, I don't see the point. Amy
won't remember him. Helen, that... He

killed Greg and he's going to prison.
For Christ's sake, the guy who wants to

see his child. All right, look, Helen...
He doesn't have a child.

He was not his child.

Well, whose child is she then? Greg's.

Run medical checks if you want.

It's a mess and it's my fault, OK? I'm a
bad person.

When I was with Ryan, I got pregnant to
Greg, a one -night stand, but it sued to

me to have Ryan look after me and my
baby. Until Greg came back.

I didn't think I'd see him again, but he
was Amy's dad and I couldn't face -tell

him Ryan. I couldn't hurt him, so I took
Amy and I went to left with Greg.

Greg had money, a future, not like Ryan.

Ryan's soft, naive.

Greg could offer something better.

But he wasn't better, was he? No, he
wasn't.

I just wanted what was best for Amy. I
made a mistake. Maybe I should have

stayed with Ryan, but I didn't.

I used Ryan and I chucked him away when
I was done with him.

OK?

Satisfied? That's what I did.

And I deserve to go to hell for it, but
I can't change what I did.

I'm sorry.

You can't see her.

Helen, he's dying.

What?

Please.

Just one last life for a dying man.

I loved her.

I don't love Helen.

The day I came home and they were gone
was the worst day of my life.

I love Amy more than anything.

She's not my kid, I know that.

Well, I'm not as dumb as I look, hey?

I just wanted to be with Helen.

You know, we'd have had our own kids.

And I love bringing Amy up.

That was why I could look at me.

She took that away from me.

I just wanted to be part of a family.

After all the foster homes and the care
homes and all the bad stuff that had

happened.

All I ever wanted was to be part of a
family.

That's stupid, eh?

No. That's not stupid at all.

I heard this song once, but I used to
write songs.

Yeah, you told me. Remember?

Yeah.

I heard this song on the radio, right?

Can't stop thinking about it.

If I expected love, was there to be
kissed?

I'm thinking.

Ryan?

Ryan?

He's arrested.

Arrested? Get to this way, please.

Come on, you're a surgeon.

Ryan?

Get the trolley.

Come and start checking, can you please?
Come on, come on, come on.

Check the IV fluid.

Come on, duplicate the pads now. Get in
here.

One and two and three and four and five.
Go.

One and two and three and four and five.
Keep them with us.

One and two and three and four and five.

You okay, Susan? Yeah.

I was wrong. He had a good heart.

You know, just before he died, he tried
to quit a song.

If I expected love when first we
kissed... Blame it on my youth.

Yeah.

If only just for you I did exist. Blame
it on my youth.

If I cried a little when first I learned
the truth, please don't blame it on my

heart.

Blame it on my youth.

You said that like you really meant it.

Blame it on my goose.

I prefer to blame it on the boogie,
Susan.

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