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TV: The headlines this evening.

A verdict is expected shortly
in the trial of Michael Marlby,

the man charged with the brutal
murder of six elderly women,

in as many weeks,
during the summer of 2006.

The trial reached a dramatic climax
this afternoon,

when the defence tried to convince
the jury

that arresting officer DS Shap
or a member of his team

had planted key evidence
during a search of Marlby's home.

DS Shap repeatedly denied
the allegations.

But the key question now is:
does the jury believe him?

No staying up, remember? Yeah, yeah.
It's a school night.

I thought Ryan's dad
was bringing you home.

He dropped me off at the corner.
Why?

Why have you got all that on?
I'm off abseiling (!) Works do.

You said you'd go online,
order my birthday present tonight.
Sorry. We'll do it tomorrow.

You promised! This always happens!
All right. Don't shout.

All you ever care about is your stupid job!
-Yeah, well, it's my stupid job...

"Have a nice evening, Mum."

All right?

Something's different.
I normally drink beer, sarge.

You've got legs. All right.
Don't get too overexcited.

I'm not.
Good.

Are you all right? - Yeah.
Yeah, terrific. How's Shap?

Oh, I don't know.
It's hard to tell with him.

Oh, 'ey up.

Ladies and gentlemen,
dinner is served!

Help yourself to bread, mate,
won't you?

If you want to go before
the speeches, I'll cover for you.

Cheers, boss. Sounds like a plan.

We talk a lot about systems
and processes these days.

But occasions like this
allow us to honour those people

whose commitment
actually makes our streets safer.

Hear, hear!

On that note, I'd like to start
with some news.

As you know, Michael Marlby's jury
has been deliberating its verdict
this evening,

and it appears
they've come to a decision.

Obviously, we won't hear officially
until tomorrow,

but, if anyone's betting on
a conviction, I would advise
doubling it.

I won't tell anyone
you were shagging the judge!

I will, though!

Super Cop!

Didn't he do well? Shap.

The new DCC reckons
there's a commendation in it.

That's no more than he deserves.

What about you, Janine?
What do you deserve?

A cash bonus would be nice.
My roof's falling in.

The Supers' promotion boards are
coming up. You've proved yourself
operationally.

I wouldn't have time to fill in
the forms. That's just my point.

It's nine to five, a lot more money
and a seriously good pension.

I'm happy where I am.
Oh, come off it, Janine.

You don't enjoy being called to
to grotty crime scenes

and dead bodies every weekend,
missing time with your children -

It's not every weekend.
Boss.

Party's over. We've got a call.

Enjoy yourself.

Boss is on the loo.
Body's on the roof.

Lift's out of order.

How many more to go?
Not counting!

Five floors to go,
28 steps a floor.

Keep breathing, sarge.
You can burn off all that dinner.

Are you feeling your age?
What...21?

I wish I could feel my feet.

You should come to my gym, sarge.
The air up here's a bit thin.

We could start with a few spin
sessions - The only spins I do is
in a launderette.

Hey, I've seen that look
on the cover of Vogue, boss!

Yeah. They're always coming to me
for style tips.

Who's this, then? Man with no name.
Stabbed in the neck, main artery.

Doc says he would have bled out
in minutes.

Unusual place to get stabbed.
In a car park?

In the neck. Was he robbed?
Nothing on him or in the car.

No wallet or mobile.

Forensics found a bunch of
black hairs on the passenger seat,

and his ticket says
he arrived at 8:23.

This car's a bit tidier than mine.
My fiver's on a mugging gone wrong.

Nah, crime of passion.
Punter and prostitute.

All right. Go and brief
the search team.

That's what he's good at.
Good news or bad news?

Bad news. No CCTV footage.
They're installing a new system.

What's the good news?

Got a registered owner for the car
from DVLA.
There you go. Check it out.

Do I have to go like this, boss? You
can borrow my wellies, if you like.

Go on. In a bit.

Who is it?
It's the police!

Is this a joke?
DC Skerton.

Sorry to get you up.
Does Daniel Hardiman live here?

He's my husband.
You're not really police, are you?

Yeah, we are, but we were...er...

Look, it doesn't matter.
We found your husband's car.

Dan!

Yeah. No. Hold on, Kat.

Hardiman sold the car a month ago,
to "a bloke with a foreign accent".
No paperwork.

Boss... It was under the back seat.
It's a rent receipt.

Name of Peter Williams.
Address in Longsight.

The lad's on form tonight!
Did you hear that? Yeah, Longsight.

Not a word, Dave.

Cheers.

You know what I like about this
job? It's the people you meet
and the places you go.

I've got long black hairs.
Same as in his car.
Could be a girlfriend, then.

I told you a female were involved.
Your fiver is my fiver.

Yeah, whatever. What's that?
200 quid in cash and a load of
stuff I can't read.

Hardiman said Williams was foreign.
Looks like he were working
for Paul Faber.

Who's he?
Private investigator. Ex-copper.

Yeah, a right sleaze merchant.

That's not EU.
No. Belarussian.

It's our man in the picture.
Different name, though.
Piotr Iwaszko.

'Ey. Are we gonna give this Faber
a knock or what?

What, so he can stall us till
morning and clear his desk? No.

'Ey!
Right, I'll tell the Press Office
to keep a lid on it till lunchtime.

Let's make Faber the first call
in the morning.

Pint.

Are you still shagging that bird?
Shut up.

Are you coming, Super Cop?
Yeah.

It's your round.

OK, Dave. It's all yours, mate.

Hey, check out the bird
with the black hair.

Get round the back!

Stop! Police!

Shit.

Where's Tom? In the shower.
He was in a vile mood last night.

Tom!

I've got no nanny tonight,
so look after him and Charlotte.

It's Leanne's party!
I'll get back as soon as I can.

I talked to Dad on MSN.
Oh, yeah?

He said it was really warm
and sunny. Ooh, lucky him.

Tom's teacher rang. Mr Bannister.
He wants you to call him back.

It can wait. I've got to see
the bank manager before work.

Tell Tom I said to come
straight back from school tonight.

Why me?
Oh, just do it. I'll call you.

Tom!

DI Mayne, Greater Manchester police.
We need to see -

OK, Fi. I'll deal.

No need for the heavy mob, is there?

An employee of yours was found dead
last night. Piotr Iwaszko.

Dead? As in...
Murdered.

Oh. We called him Williams. Pete.
Easier for the clients.

That's a shame. He was a good worker.
Not an employee, exactly.

I contracted his services
when we needed them.

Picked up all your low-rent, dirty
work? Oh, sorry. You only do
low-rent, dirty work.

We provide a quality service
to respectable clients.

Pete did mostly domestics.
Prenuptials, teenage tearaways,
nuisance neighbours.

If you're running
such a class operation, how come
you're employing an illegal?

Pete?

He showed me an EU passport
when I interviewed him.

Ah.
So you'll have a copy, then?

I can't believe
he's really dead.

He used to make me laugh.

When did you last see him?

Lunchtime yesterday.
He popped in to pick up a camera.

Who was he photographing?
He never said.

MAYNE: Who else works here?
We're recruiting,

so at the moment it's just myself,
Fiona my PA
and Tanya Lucas, another part-timer.

Where is Tanya?
Home? Hairdresser's?

Is she British?
Russian. She's on a visa.

Language student.
She's also good at finding people.

Good for her.
Is Lucas her real name? Lutrova.

Description?
Long legs, long black hair.

Did they get on,
Williams and Tanya?

As far as I know.
Was Williams working last night?

Couldn't say. Once the hours are
agreed, it's down to the operative
how they use them.

We'll need all Williams' job files.

Pete gave a lot of customer
satisfaction. You won't find
a suspect on his client list.

His targets might not feel
the same way.

Total confidentiality is
part of what my clients pay for.
I'm gonna have to refuse.

Oh, warrant. It would've looked so much better
for you, if you hadn't made us serve it.

She's nice. Mrs Richards. Uses us
to vet her daughter's boyfriends.

I've got an appointment.

Arms up. Wouldn't want you
waltzing off with the evidence.

Did Williams get any calls
yesterday?

One. Early, before he got in. I
just gave him Pete's mobile number.

Did he give a name? Erm...yeah.
It began with a C. Camerton?

Right, I'll leave you two
to finish off.

Got something better to do,
Super Cop?

Better than baby-sitting you two,
yeah.

Oh, very droll.
Ooh!

DC Crane, please.

Heard about Peter?

Spoken to anyone? The police?

No.

That's my girl.
- I'm not your girl.

You're right. You're not.

Your employment's terminated
as of today.

And if you want to stay pretty,

keep your mouth shut, pack your bags
and get out of Manchester, now.

I'm sorry. It's just...
It's difficult.

Especially with his father
being abroad.

No, I'm not trying to...

Yeah. No, I understand that,
Mr Bannister. It's just that...

Yes. Yes, OK. All right.
I'll be there.

Mrs Hilyard? It's police.
You're Terry Camerton's mother?

What do you want?
He's out. Maybe you've seen him.

What's he done? He's not been here.
After what he did,
he knows what I'd say.

If you do see him, give us a call.

Do I know you?
Your face looks familiar.

No, you don't know me.

'Ey up. He's here.

Is this down to you?
Innocent as charged. He's good, eh?

He'll get more done than the real
thing! I stopped by the lab
on the way in.

OK, guys, jelly and cake later.
Any word from the postmortem?

They reckon the murder weapon
was a kitchen-type knife,
single-edge blade.

When pushed, they think he may have
been stabbed from behind,

possibly while crouching.

Right, so, we've got an illegal
Belarussian PI, stabbed in a car
park. Any ideas for motive?

Feels premeditated to me. You don't
walk round with a kitchen knife
on the off-chance.

Unless you're a crackhead looking
to rob. Top of a car park? Nah.

Is it some kind of Mafia thing?
No, he wasn't flagged.

Most people are killed
by someone they know,
so let's stay closer to home.

Maybe Williams and this Tanya
were an item,
and they fell out about something.

If she killed him, why risk
turning up at the flat later?

Cover her tracks. Forensics
found a receipt from a photo shop
in his trouser pocket.

It was timed and dated
half-seven last night.

So maybe he was meeting a client
to hand over some photos.

Why kill the person with the info?
More likely, someone he was watching
found out and got nasty.

Are you with us, Shap? All that
hero worship is tiring him out.

There's no CCTV at the car park,
so we'll do this the hard way.

Check for witnesses in the vicinity
at the relevant time.

Also, get some CCTV footage
from the surrounding areas.

We also need to talk to Williams's
recent clients and their targets.

We've got to find Tanya. She might
be able to tell us more than Faber.

I'll go and sit on the address.
Er...no. Safer if I did.

I can look after myself. Boss
always sends in the ugly ones first.

Oh, and then there's
the mystery caller.

Who?
Last name: Camerton.

Williams' only call
yesterday morning.

I checked their incoming call
records. It came from a payphone.

Shit.

OK, locate the payphone.
Let's try and find this Camerton.

Shap, you stick with Tanya. The rest
of you divvy up Williams's clients.

I'll be back when I'm back.
Hold that.

Hey. Hold up, will you?
I'm late.

Where are you going? Tom's school.
I've got to talk to his teacher.

What's wrong now? I don't know.
I'm not a mind-reader, am I?

No, but you're cheerful with it.
Where are my keys?

Afternoon. For you.
Have a read. See what you think.

Application for the Supers' Board.
You're not going for it?

I'd rather walk round Oldham
with a nail in my shoe. God!

Where the hell are my keys?!

Yeah. Probation?

Erm...Alison Frost, please.

Oh, er... No, it's all right.
I'll call back, then.

Bye.

Is this a senior moment?

Oh, I don't know.
I've forgotten already.

You're not the only one.

Madam's keys. Are you all right?

Yeah.
Good. Hope you find your Russian.

Mrs Lewis?
I'm sorry to get you out of work.

I'm sorry I've been so hard
to track down. Busy week.

Well, the Head's office is along
here. Head?

I thought this was a chat
about how Tom's settling in.

There's been a further development
since my letter, which is why I called you.

He hasn't tried to set fire
to the school, has he?

Come in.

Thank you.

Mrs Lewis, you know Mrs Lupton,
our head. Mr Dyer, attendance
and behaviour officer.

Ms Cater, welfare. And Mr Haleford,
Tom's head of year.

Hello. Looks serious.

I'm afraid it is quite serious,
Mrs Lewis.

What's this?
You could call it the evidence.

Hi, love. I'll give you a hand.
I was just popping in to see Tanya.

Ms Lucas? Detective Sergeant Shap.
Police. We need to talk about Peter Williams.

Ms Lucas, you've got two choices.

You can open the door,
or I can kick it in.

Stop!

See you in a bit.

Shap's bringing Tanya Lucas in.

Problem?

We've just drawn a blank
with Williams' clients.

And?

Dave in HR heard a rumour
you're going for promotion.

I told 'em you weren't interested.

DI's right, you're stuck with me.
Hey-hey! Heyyyy!

Can't live without me, eh?
No, boss.

Plus we bet him 20 quid each
he was talking out of his arse.

Ow! What?

So, what are my options now?
You don't have any.

You tell my boss what you told me.

OK, listen.

I could leave out the assault on
a police officer and tell my boss
that you...volunteered to talk.

But I would want something
in exchange.

I don't do that kind of thing.

It's your professional skills
I'm interested in.

I'm good at finding people.

Right. That's what I've heard.

I met Pete in a bar. I needed work.
He introduced me to Faber.

Was Williams your boyfriend?
No, thanks. We worked together.

Then why were you at his flat
last night? I came for a drink.

I didn't kill him.
I've got nothing to hide.

Then why did you run away from us?
Scared of police. Old habit.

Where were you the rest of
the evening? She was at home.
I checked with a neighbour.

Did Williams have problems? Targets
with a grudge? Clients let down?
Friends fallen out with?

He didn't have friends.
Just good at work. Sent money home.

Sounds like a model citizen.
So why was he murdered?

A couple of months ago, Faber
told Peter he could make double
for special jobs.

Selling solutions, not information.

I don't get you.
Mr X...

pays Faber to get evidence
for his divorce.

Now, Mrs X wants sole custody
of the children.

But for that to happen,
she needs Mr X to be caught
doing something really bad,

like...hiding drugs in the house.

Faber fixes for that to happen?
Did he offer you this sort of work?

Yeah. I said no. Too dangerous.

Have you seen this?

Peter's, yeah?
Yeah.

This is a cash book.

It's the money he paid out
for food, petrol...

And the other side...
Letters. Initials?

Maybe proof of what I said.

Do you recognise any of this?

ARV. That's a minicab company.

The owner, Derek,
is a friend of Mr Faber.

But he's my friend, too.

He's nice. Not the kind
to get involved in this.

Maybe it's one of his drivers.

Faber uses them
for surveillance work sometimes.

If she's right,
the people Faber and Williams
are stitching up have a motive.

Shame we haven't got any names.
We've got the notebook.

Yeah, get it translated.
What about Tanya?

If Williams's death is tied in
to the Faber scams, we'll need her
to build our case.

Hand her to Immigration,
we'll lose her.

And she likes you.
He's got a point.

OK. Put her up somewhere safe
for a few days. Check her info.

You want to talk to this Derek,
the minicab owner?

Yeah. Yeah, but I've got to get home.
It'll wait till tomorrow.

You're the boss, boss.

We just missed a call
from Pathology.

Williams was in a fight two days
before he died. Could be important.

And Kat says that the phone box
Camerton used to call Williams from was in Heaton Park.

No CCTV coverage.

And Shap's just had a sex change.

Eh? Did you get double detention
from this headmistress?

Oh, Jesus Christ, Richard...
What's wrong?

Tom's been truanting.
He's hardly been at school all term.

What's he been doing?
Running crack, for all I know.

Hardly. They showed me
the letters he's forged.

Amazing. He's had
a highly infectious stomach bug

and got caught in floods going
to his great-grandmother's funeral.

Yeah, wait for this one. Last week
he was in Alicante with his dad

and was late back cos his flight
was delayed after a security alert.

That's his problem.
He's missing his dad.

Oh, no shit (!)

Well, what are you gonna do?
I'll do what I always do.

I'll sort it out.

I need a drink.
I need to go home.

Are you coming? Er...no.
I've got to sort out Tanya.

I'll catch you later.

Well, his name's Camerton.
That were ten years ago.

He probably looks
more like this now.

He's not long out of jail,
so he'll have no money
and he'll be keeping his head down.

Did he kill Peter?
No questions.

You can tell me.
I said no questions, Tanya.

Don't approach him. Don't talk
to him. Just find him.

Don't let him clock you doing it.

This is between you and me. Yeah?

You forget that, getting deported
will be the least of your problems.

We're keeping your passport.
Use this to call me, no-one else.

Got it?

Thank you.

For keeping me out of prison.

Tom! Kitchen.

Now!

You need to start talking to me
about what's going on with you.

You obviously know what these are.

You've been lying to me all term.

Going out in the mornings,
coming back at night, pretending -

Not much of a detective, are you?

Mr Bannister says
your work isn't the problem,

cos, when you bother turning up,
you're good.

But you're never there, are you?
Where are you going?

Nowhere. Around.

You've got 1.50 a day and a bus pass.
Where are you going?

Nowhere.
I want to know the truth.

I'm telling the truth. Want to be
grounded for the rest of time?

I get away. That's all.
Away? Away from what? Where?

From here, you stupid cow!

From you. Just like Dad did!

Sit down!
No! I want to go and live with him!

You're talking rubbish!
No, I'm not! I hate it here!

Get back in here, Tom! Now!
No!

Any news? Forensics found
a partial fingerprint in blood
on the exterior of Williams's car.

It's not enough to run -

Williams's notebook?
Waiting for it to come back.

Have you spoken to Tanya's cab man,
Derek?

Not yet. His last name's Jowell.
So?

Derek Jowell. Thought
it might ring a bell, boss.
He's ex-job. Chester drug squad.

Big hero. Took a bullet in the line
of duty. I read about it
in the Review.

Ended his career, though.
He lost a kidney and stuff.

He moved back here a year ago
and bought a cab company -

And the point of this is...? I saw
his name in Williams' client files.

His wife Sally employed Williams
a few months back to keep an eye
on her husband Derek.

There's a few women in these photos
but this is his wife.

So, Williams caught Derek playing
away, and Derek kills him
to stop his wife knowing.

You want a word with him?
Let's chat with the wife first.

Thanks, sweetheart. OK.

Are you free? I need to go
to Liverpool.

All right, sweetheart. Jump in.

He's doing all right for himself.
All the dodgy overtime with Faber.

Mrs Jowell?

You've got a lovely home.
Oh...

I haven't got much else to do.
Derek doesn't like me to work.

Coffee?
Yeah, lovely. Thanks.

We got your name from
Peter Williams' client files.

You paid him to follow your husband.
Do you mind telling us why?

It's... I don't know
if you know about...

We know about his background.

We'd only been married a few months
before the injury.

And things have been
pretty up and down since.

And Derek lived for the job.

And he still... He has, you know,
good and bad days.

And in the summer
he was really down.

He didn't come home
for a couple of nights.

I thought he might be ill or...
that he'd found someone else.

It turned out
he was working.

He was taking on extra shifts
and putting money back
in the business.

Sleeping in the office.

He's trying really hard. He just
wants to make a success of things
for me and Hannah.

What do you reckon?
I'd say she's got her hands full
with that Derek.

Tony?
Long time.

Can I come in, Sally?
We need to talk.

Sure.

You know, I've thought about doing
a bit of cabbying when I retire.

You'll have to give me your number,
so I remember never to call it.

I wouldn't pick you up, anyway.

Mr Jowell? DCI Lewis, DI Mayne.

Come in.
Thanks for seeing us.

You're an old mate of Paul Faber?

Yeah. We were at school together.
Joined the force at the same time.

Lost contact with him after that,
but I bumped into him when we first
moved back to the city.

His firm's got an account with us.

How well did you know
Peter Williams?

I drove him every now and again.

Where were you between 7 and 10
the night before last? Driving.

It was busy, so I picked up
the extras on the shift.

Am I a suspect?

Er...we heard your firm does quite
a lot of work for Faber's company.

Nothing moody, if that's what
you're saying. I'm not gonna risk
my police pension.

Driving is all we did.

Although, two or three of my drivers
did a bit of obbo work every now
and again. Nothing illegal.

We'll need names.

Your company name appeared
on a cash book that was found
at Williams's flat.

It might be a record of some
off-the-cards work he did with Faber.
Know anything about that?

All our jobs go through the books,
whether it's Paul, Williams, anyone
else. That's all I can tell you.

Hello?

What have you got?
CCTV footage.

I virtually threatened the owners
with obstruction to get it.

Where's Shap?
This is a back exit to the car park.

Posh flats next door,
so they've got decent security.

Two people
walking near the car park said

they saw a man in a hoodie run past
about nine, night of the murder.

This man fits the description.

Oh, get to the point.
We got this enhanced.

He's got a distinctive tattoo.
This is who it belongs to.

Terence John Camerton.
Ex-fire officer.

Released a week ago, after serving
eight years for wounding with intent
on his wife.

Sally. They had a daughter
called Hannah. The Jowells?

We checked Camerton's prints
against the partial we found on
Williams's car. He was there.

Camerton wants his family back,
or he wants to hurt them again,

so he hires Williams to find them.

And Williams knew them already?
That's a bit of a coincidence.

Maybe Jowell hired Williams to find
Camerton, just to scare him off.

And Camerton kills him instead.

Either way, Camerton could well know
where Hannah and Sally are by now.

He's tried to kill her before.

Hey, princess.

OK, love?
OK.

Camerton's photo's going out.
His files are being sent over.

We should talk to his probation
officer. She's on leave.

Her stand-in gave me an address.
Didn't book in there.

Right, do the security check.
Can you show us your alarm?

Hannah, do you mind
showing us your room? OK.

Sally, did you know
Terry was coming out of prison?

Yeah, I heard from Victim Support.
I hadn't let Derek know.
I didn't want him to worry.

I thought he wouldn't have to.

Has he got any family in the city
he might stay with?

His mother, maybe.
Name and address?

Margaret was her first name.
She lived in Salford then.

But I can't remember the address.
I'm sorry.

That's no problem.
Did he try and make contact
with you when he was in prison? No.

It's just that we know he was at
the car park where Williams died.

You think Terry killed Williams?
It's possible.

And it's also possible
he may know where you live
and where Hannah goes to school.

We've alerted all uniform patrols,
and we're installing
a home-link alarm.

Just press the button, and rapid
response will be here in seconds.

No solo heroics, please, Derek.
Terry Camerton is a murder suspect.
He's our priority now.

You'll get me sacked, Tanya.
Come on, Dave. You like to help me.

Has he been here? His family's
really worried about him.

Come on. I won't give details.

And I don't want contact.
Just to know he's alive.

Looks like your friend's back
to ask you out to play.

I told you to call. I like to
deliver good news in person.

Go on.

He's been at St Margaret's shelter
the last two nights.
Want me to go wait for him?

Just give me the address.
And photos.

Shap. Yeah? Will you come to see me
at the hotel later?

Yeah. I'll try.

What's up? Uniform picked up
a junkie who dossed down
with Camerton last night.

Are you coming?

John, Mike, have a chat
with these guys outside here.

Oh... Argh!

Stop! Police!

Did Butchers talk to the cabbies
on Jowell's list?

They all admitted taking cash off
Faber to watch someone's address.

They were never told names.
Never wrote down addresses.

Most likely had no idea
what they were involved in.

Any joy from Williams's notebook?

I can't make any of the initials
fit the client files, boss.

Maybe they're coded, or they're not
the same clients. Either way,
I'm getting nowhere.

What about Camerton?
He's got a lot of form.

Loads of juvenile. Served
three young-offenders terms
for vehicle theft

and then a year for burglary.

And then there's nothing.
He was clean for nine years.

No previous for violent offences?

No. Not till June '99. He was done
for assault on a bloke in a pub.

Then three months later he tries to
stab his wife with a kitchen knife,
just like Williams.

What about the mother?
An old address in Salford.

The house isn't even there any more.
She's not on the electoral roll
or the DVLA.

Has anyone got anything useful
to report at all?!

We missed him.
Well, how did you manage that?!

Now he probably knows we're looking
for him. Oh, for Christ's sake!

Boss. You know your kids
are downstairs?

He's stuck on the ring road, love.
He'll be with you in ten.

Yeah, yeah. Bye.

Car service.

Tanya?

Yeah, I'm alone.

Tanya? Tanya?

What do you think you're doing,
coming here?

Talk to me.
Tom got sent home from school.

What for now?
Swearing at the teacher.

And the nanny's left. Left?!
Packed. Gone. Tom?

She never listens.
Called her a lazy cow. Cos she is.

Janine!
You want to go to Spain?

Go and live with your dad!
I don't want to see you! Out now.

I'm sick of the sight of you!
GET OUT!

Get out! Get out!

GET BACK TO WORK!

Shap?
Yes.

I could do with a drink.

So...you didn't catch him?

Camerton.

No.

Do you want me to keep looking?

I don't know. Er...

Yeah.

Who is he? If he's an official suspect,
then why do you need me to find him?

You helped me. I want to help you.

Do you?

You look terrible.
Night, Richard.

Erm...I've let Boss Hogg know
you'll be back in a couple of days.

Thanks.

I just wanted to see if you were -
I'm OK.

You fancy some -
No, thanks.

Game of cards?
Night, Richard.

Tanya. Hello.

Tanya?

Hi. This is Tanya's phone.
Leave a message.

Tanya.

Tanya!

Every cop in this city
is looking for you!

You're lying, Shap. I have risked
my job, to get here first.

This puts Camerton back in the frame
for both murders.

This is the only chance you'll get.

How long have you been
sitting on it?

Piss off, and don't come back.

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